The two suns of this beautiful world shone more brightly than yesterday, cutting across the red and purple sky. The light of the two suns struck my face forcefully, and, however much I wanted to, I couldn't stay asleep. I wanted to sleep, very much! Although I don't understand why.
Judging by the position of the sun, it must be exactly noon, and surely I should leave this comfortable room and go in search of the master of this house. The great duke... what was his surname again? Actually, forget it, his name isn't that important. When I see a maid, I'll ask her his name and where I was supposed to go. And speaking of maids, one enters the room I'm in and says calmly:
??? — Good morning, sir slave of Miss Ana. (She throws some clothes on my bed) Miss Ana asks you to go to the stable after you have finished dressing. (She gives a small bow and prepares to leave, but before she can, I ask)
Ethan — Before you leave, miss... tell me: what is the name of the lord of this land, again?
She looks at me with surprise in her eyes and approaches me. She puts her left hand on my chin and lifts it. I... I can't fall for this woman's temptations, I think as I prepare for a kiss, but all I hear is her sweet laughter. Damn it, bastard, treacherous, how dare you... Actually, forget it, this situation was too uncomfortable for me to be upset with a woman as beautiful as her?
??? — You're very funny, slave. Alright, I'll give you my hand when you come back. (and leaves...)
What the hell! She said she... would give me her hand when I come back? Did she fall in love with me? I mean, I'm quite handsome. Now that I have more strength, I think I can reach the mirror under the bed. And that's exactly what I do. I grab and hold the mirror. I look inside and, yes, I'm more handsome, but I look kind of gay because of my curly purple hair. In my old life, my hair was black and straight; in this life, one of my biggest dreams has come true: I have long, curly hair. Yes, I'm more handsome than ever. That must be why the waitress promised me her hand in marriage without even knowing my name.
Now, even after talking to that beautiful waitress, I still didn't know anything. So, I got dressed and walked around the mansion, which looked more like a castle made of the most expensive materials you could buy in the big, luxurious DIY stores, asking the maids what the lord's name was and where he was.
After several attempts, I discovered that the lord of this estate was a duke, and his name was Andy Van Decatry (which meant Andy of Decatry, like the Dutch or the Belgians), and he had three daughters; Two of them were born to the Graylor sisters, and the third, Ana Arteriolis Van Decatry, was born to the former Arth-ssol, Ara Arteriolis. An Arth-ssol was the most powerful person on the continent, and they also had the ability to speak with gods and use pure divine power.
This Andy Van Decatry is, without a doubt, a very powerful man, or at least that's what he demonstrated by his luxurious house, his daughters of powerful lineage, the ruthless women he's slept with, and the punch he gave me yesterday. I don't know him, so I'll be careful of what I say so I don't make the same mistake as yesterday. Damn Ana. Ana was apparently sadistic, and Ariny didn't seem very normal either; I hope from the bottom of my heart that the third sister is more normal.
I've never dealt with so much craziness in my life, except, of course, for that time a man came into my house asking to use the bathroom, and I let him, but instead of going to the bathroom, he went to 'fry his piss'. Damn son of a bitch, I was forced to throw the stove in the trash; I would never touch that thing to wash it or do anything with it, I hope it's dead.
After long minutes walking around the mansion, looking at the beautiful garden with its many colorful birds and frogs, I found the stable, and the property was a bit bigger than I thought. Next to it was a pigsty, literally, and a silo. What do you do in a silo? And yes, I'm ignorant to the point of not knowing what silos are for. In my past life, mundane jobs like serving hamburgers at McDonald's or planting potatoes and tending to animals were seen as too tiring, so robots took those jobs too, and from then on, the connection between human beings and locomotion plummeted. The fragile line that was humanity was severed that day, and then, the human being became like a caged pig with piles of sows in heat and piles of delicious food; an animal that seeks simple pleasure, inferior pleasure.
And it's because of things like this that I hate technology. The lord of this earth can give me a hundred lashes every day and I'll still prefer to live here than return to my home.
Old world.
I hate being caged. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, I'm trapped again, but at least this time, I'm trapped in a much better world, after all, I'm trapped in a world with attractive elves. Oh, how I want to touch their pointy ears, are they really as sensitive as they say in the webnovels? I hope so, I want to see a beautiful elf squirm in my lap when I touch her ear. I consider that the ultimate pleasure and joy. But before I could continue dreaming about elves, an image of Julia comes to mind and I feel very bad, so I go inside the stable.
Inside the large stable stood the man who punched me yesterday, and beside him, the two girls I already knew, another girl with red hair—she must be the third daughter—and behind the Duke stood some guards and another man dressed in beautiful platinum blue armor, on whose chest was drawn a white tiger with platinum blue stripes; he was a knight, and he looked strong. Is he strong enough to kill a dragon? How many princesses has he saved? And how many duels has he won? Was he once poor and used his strength to rise? Or is he just the son of some rich nobleman? I really wanted to speak with this knight, but I couldn't open my mouth without thinking when the man who punched me yesterday was present in the stable. Besides, could this lord be the great hero the maids said he was while smiling with affection for this man? In any case, with my well-trained manners, I bow to the Duke. He looks at me and smiles.
"Look, vassals, a young man who slapped a descendant of Arteriolis! This brave fellow did something I didn't even do. It's so good to see someone reminding my daughter how she should behave in this house like the noblewoman she is" and he looks at his daughter, who was ashamed of her various indecent behaviors throughout her life. Seeing her blush with shame is so strange, but so satisfying. The duke buries his hand in his daughter's long hair and gives her a quick, light tap. "But, young man, do you know what happens to someone who touches a nobleman's daughter, whether sexually or aggressively?" and this time, the smile immediately falls from his face, and the air suddenly becomes heavier, and not figuratively, the air literally becomes so heavy that I and almost everyone except the duke himself and the knight behind him collapse. "You know... I could kill you, feed you to the dogs, or sell you to a fat woman to be her sex slave, but no, I let you sleep in the room of the dead mother of the same girl you hit out of impatience." And the air grows even heavier, to the point that even the man behind the duke begins to tremble.
"D...a...d... Forgive him!! I... like him, he hits me!!" the number one lunatic says with a big, maniacal smile to the duke as she tries to get up. He looks at her and smiles. Suddenly, the air lightens and I can breathe properly again.
"Ha-ha-ha! Don't worry, daughter, do you think I'm going to hurt your slave just because he couldn't stand you? If I'm going to do something, I'll even reward him" and he takes the sword he was carrying at his waist and hands it to me. "Take it, or don't you want it, master slave of the great Macano, god of life and death!?! Take it and love it with your life, for it belonged to a great friend of mine who is now dead!"
The sword was undoubtedly the longest in the room, and it was extremely heavy, with the metal varying between a strong black and a reddish black, as if it had a life of its own. One didn't need to be a master blacksmith to know that this sword was a work of art that had faced countless battles and wars against monsters and other humans. How much iron had struck this long blade? And why? And how? I wanted to know everything about this sword, from how it was created to why the duke gave it to me. This doesn't make sense; this sword seems to be the kind of sword that master knights used in mobile games to defeat Berserk-inspired monsters.
"Thank you very much, my duke. I don't understand why you gave such a valuable thing to a mere slave, but I thank you." I said with a genuine smile on my face; I loved the sword with all my heart. I know things aren't usually as they seem, but I want to go on adventures to slay monsters and save beautiful elves, and go to tournaments with my fellow knights, or sleep under the moonlight beside my horse and sword.
"It's nothing, boy, but know that everything has a price..."
"And what is the price, my duke? If it's something I can give you, I'll give it very gladly."
"Good. You and my daughters will go to the Derylini academy, and you, I want you to protect them and swear loyalty to me." He looks me in the eyes seriously. So far, this man has been treating me well, perhaps because I am Macano's chosen one.
But, in any case, it's absolutely true that he treated me well; he even gave me a powerful and beautiful sword. He has plans for me, and I have no problem with that whatsoever.
"Of course, my duke. I will protect them with my life, and I swear to be faithful to them. But, before anything else, I would like to ask you: Are there any elves around here?" and the duke looks at me, at first, with astonishment, and then with a perverted look.
"I see where you're going with this, boy, and let me tell you that you have very good taste, but elves live on the other side of the world. And unless the academy regulations change, you won't see elves at school or on the street. Don't be sad, boy. I was also very sad when my father told me I would never see elves. Here, Delluzio, laughed in my face and told me to give up on elves, and I have you saying the same. Ha-ha!" and the knight behind him starts laughing loudly.
So... the elves...? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! All I wanted were some elves! Am I asking for too much? Now are you going to tell me that magic doesn't exist? Or that there are no kings? Or, worst of all, that there are no dragons?
Damn it! I shout with all my might, to the sky, to the house of the damned gods who won't give me the damn beautiful elves! I will have elves, even if I have to flee this continent and change my race to elf. Even if I have to kill (exaggeration, I don't like death), I will get at least one elf. Whether she's 7000 years old or not.
And that, my friends, is my goal in this cruel world that doesn't want to give me elves! The god Macano, or whatever he is, promised me a good life, so I will have a good life, even if I have to work for it. I will make sure I get what I want, with all my soul. I will conquer an elf.