I’m a Hero, but I Gave Up Saving the World

4 – Vengeful Companion

＜Do you know how much money was spent to summon Mr. Faust? Aren’t you feeling guilty? If you have money, you have to pay for it.＞

Did I even ask you to summon me?

＜I smell horse manure＞

whatever

＜The unscrupulous person who plagiarized the thesis of the hero. There will be a curse from Goddess Irene＞

are playing

＜I wonder, when will Mr. Faust die?＞

Again this is out of the blue.

＜Die＞ ＜Don’t waste Aurelia’s tax money＞ ＜Mom says if you don’t study hard, you’ll end up like Uncle Faust. Thanks to you, I am studying hard. Thank you＞ ＜Have you ever felt ashamed to be alive? If yes, when?＞

Every time I turn over the stationery, it’s just a spectacle.

Starting with the primary criticism, the sentences that seemed to be determined to aggravate me caught my eye.

Even though the author is specified because the destination is all written, the fact that this level of profanity is written, that is.

I’m just saying these punks think I’m a jerk.

It’s not that I’m afraid of revenge.

Of course, I didn’t memorize all the names and addresses of the residents, so most of them were letters I couldn’t tell who sent them, but there were a few letters that I could roughly guess where they were sent from.

For example, these must have come from students I went to the academy with.

＜It’s absurd to think that someone like you was aiming for a professorship at the venerable academy. Do you know the word for understanding the subject?＞

＜You are not a professor, but you are a failing grade as a student＞

＜Did you know that plagiarism of a thesis is treated as a felony equivalent to murder among scholars? Shame on you even plagiarizing the thesis of the warrior!＞

＜I’m developing a magic to erase the memory of your classes these days. If you receive the ‘Magical Invention of the Year’ award, I will mention your name in my acceptance speech＞

＜Isn’t there a popular joke in the academy these days, ‘If you curse at Faust when the atmosphere is boring, it warms you up’? I’m laughing a lot thanks

＜Don’t come to the academy again. no one welcomes you

When I teach geology at the academy, the students who have been arguing with each other to sit in the front row with faces as green as sprouts are excitedly swearing at me.

Where have all the guys who bothered to be accepted as teaching assistants when they became professors?

What about the professors who praised the entry of young jockeys into the academy?

Even if you do this, you are doing too much.

“I don’t need to read any more. Why do I have to save these trash? Bogs. ”

No matter how many letters arrived, the warehouse was so full that it had to be piled up in the master bedroom and kitchen. It may take a few days to read all of this.

At this point, I had enough of my hatred, so I tried to find a way to return home instead of reading everything like an obsessive-compulsive patient. Suddenly, among the countless insincere stationery papers (some notebooks were just ripped open and folded), paper carefully sealed with a heart-shaped seal caught my eye.

“what? Is this a new form of bullying?”

I’ve been bullied a few times by calling out to confess and asking if I really came.

I opened the letter without expecting much, but the perfect handwriting that seemed to be written on a computer caught my eye.

＜I am well aware of the hardships that Faust is currently experiencing. I think all the scandals surrounding Mr. Fauts are misunderstandings. Actually, I think Faust-nim is a better person than the current hero. Do you remember me? I’m Misha Greenwood.＞

Miesha Greenwood?

Oh I remember.

that elf guy.

＜Currently, I am working as a slave to a man named Alkestra who runs a butcher shop. I really liked going to the academy with Faust… The only reason I live now is the hope of going back to that time. Faust-nim, no matter how hard it is, please be patient and wait for the right time. One day, Faust’s time will come. When that time comes, please let me be Faust’s strength.＞

—Corresponding to Mischa Greenwood.

“Misha Greenwood, that’s a name I miss quite a bit.”

This is the story when I was still working as a lecturer at the academy.

When I saw a slender girl walking barefoot while being whipped, I felt sorry for her and approached her. The soles of the slave’s feet were soaked in blood from the torn skin, and his body was covered with whip marks so that his bare skin could not be seen.

“What happened? I’m training slaves now, so don’t come near me.”

“A slave… Yes, slavery remains here, but isn’t this too much? It seems to me that you are beating a girl by the hundreds every day. Do you need to do this?”

“Never mind. This bitch is an elf, not a human.”

The slave owner pointed to his ear with a grim face. It is indeed long and pointed. Looking closely, the golden hair and blue eyes matched the characteristics of the elves in the book.

She was sobbing with her magic-sealing necklace, handcuffs on her hands, and iron balls on her legs.

“Elf girls have strong pride, so they think they are superior to humans. You have to do this to properly educate yourself. Get out of here if you know!”

–Elf.

They are quite an unusual race on Aurelia, or even on the entire continent of Pangea.

Elves are both human and demons at the same time, living in the precarious boundary, so to speak, subhumans, but in this world they are treated delicately.

To put it in an easy-to-understand analogy, bats are their representative image.

An unbelievable race that is not a human or a demon, but goes back and forth from one place to another.

Elves and humans have been at odds since the distant ancient times, which are handed down in legends rather than history. About a thousand years ago, a black magician destroyed all the elves’ villages and carved ＜hereditary slave stamps＞ into them, and the fate of the elves changed greatly. It has changed.

Until then, the elves had competed equally with mankind, but after the appearance of the warlock, the difference in power became irreversible.

Elves were no longer rivals, but slaves.

Anyone who inherits elven blood cannot escape the fate of a slave.

That’s ＜The Imprint of the Hereditary Slave＞

Elves cannot do any harm to humans designated as their masters, and can only use magic with the master’s permission.

If you broaden your horizons to society and laws, there are no rules to protect elves anywhere, only countless laws have been enacted to protect their masters from rebellious elves.

Nevertheless, elves basically worship the world tree and believe that forests and nature are superior to humans, which is difficult for humans to accept, so they seldom admit their defeat and stretch out, so most humans hate and despise elves. .

So, whipping an elf who was a slave openly on the street was a culture that was easily tolerated here.

“Elf girls only listen when they are right! Don’t go against the flow of nature, you can’t break the will of the World Tree with human magic. You upset people by talking bullshit! If you don’t hit like this, you can’t educate!”

—That was a story that I, aspiring educators, could not admit.

During the Japanese colonial era, the Japanese spread the disgusting bullshit that “Koreans listen only when they are right” as if it were orthodoxy.

But where is the nation that listens only when it is right?

Isn’t it the duty of education to persuade with logic and rationality?

“Even if you don’t have to hit me, you can explain it with words.”

“These bastards can’t speak. I’m trying to run away from time to time, but what? Even if I run away, as long as the imprint remains, it will end up in the palm of my hand!”

“In the end, you’re going to continue beating elves at the academy, right?”

“So what? Who are you in the first place?”

I went to the great sage Minerva von Old Book, that is, the principal of the academy, and explained the situation.

The act of subjugating the intelligent body to violence is not good for students’ education, and above all, they persuaded them with the point that they felt sorry for the elves.

Fortunately, Minerva, befitting her title as a great sage, was more awake than ordinary people and understood my meaning.

“The elf’s owner is the owner of a butcher shop. He’s not a very great man, so I can use my strength to save the elves. But, what about next?”

“I want to teach well so that I can get into the academy and integrate into society.”

Even if you don’t hit, you can be reborn as a great personality.

No, rather, not beating is beneficial to character development.

That was my educational theory.

“I agree with that opinion. But, at least formally, that elf… So, you need to enter a magic circuit that recognizes you as the owner of Mischa Greenwood.”

“I don’t necessarily want to be someone’s owner. I believe that all people are equal.”

“It’s a great attitude, but the elf… It’s good to have at least a safety device on first.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know about you, but the elves… ”

The great sage seemed to be about to say something important, but suddenly he licked his lips and chose silence.

“No, you’d better not know. Just do what I tell you to do.”

—But with an inquisitive spirit, I inferred the content of what the great sage was about to say through personal investigation.

Elves are actually monsters with incredibly strong magical powers, and even if they weren’t the imprint of slaves, they had such a cruel and heartless character that even a butcher would not be able to lay a finger on them.

In particular, due to the nature of elves, who absorb the power of nature through breathing, their mana grows exponentially as they age. An elf over 100 years old should be considered to have the power of an archmage.

Of course, it is meaningless in a situation where magic is impossible to use in the first place because of the great magician Nabal and the imprint of the slave.

The reality of the elves is that even if a mischievous kid passing by kicks their butt and runs away, they cannot chase after them.

“I, I, there… Fa, did you say Faust? Mi, thank you for saving Misha. I will follow any order. Shall we do the crab leg dance? Oh, or can I just hit him until he feels better? Shall I bring the whip?”

“There is no need for that.”

“Yes?”

“You should attend the academy from now on and take my lessons. After graduating from the academy, even elves won’t treat you carelessly. In fact, there are elves in the hero’s party, but they’re not treated as slaves.”

“Yes? Yeah? to… ? Yes?”

The tears welling up in Misha’s eyes seemed to represent the hardships she had lived through.

“ah. Eh, is this it? Are you the type of bully who made me look forward to it, but when I actually tried to attend the academy, I was beaten and tortured for believing it?”

“I don’t do that. You really want to enroll.”

“to… ? oh, but why? to… ? I’m just a slave, why… ”

“You are my disciple, not a slave. Oh sure, I’m not a formal professor yet. ha ha ha!”

“then… really? really at the academy… ?”

Mischa pinched her cheek as she gazed at the academy building towering like the Tower of Babel with wet eyes. When I was sure it wasn’t a dream, Misha finally smiled broadly.

“Misha… ! I finally met a good person after a thousand years! Master Faust… I will do anything for you now!! Master is the man of my destiny!”

Feeling uncomfortable with Misha’s words, I looked for a book about elves in the library.

Theodore Taft, who earned the title of Archmage through his research on elves, wrote in ＜Life of the Elves＞, his masterpiece.

—Elves are long-lived, living 2,300 years without external threats

—Only a very rare individual can live for more than 500 years and is revered as a special being among elves.

—According to the legend, there are some elves who live for a thousand years.

—The nobler the status of the elves, the better their ability to absorb natural energy, and in the case of the royal family, at about 10 years old, they possess the level of magical powers of archmages compared to humans.

—If an elf of royal blood survives unharmed for more than a thousand years, its magical power is unmeasurable.

—Although elves live long, they only have one mate, which is due to their unique hormones

—Once an elf sees someone as their destiny, their feelings of affection are fixed only on that person and never change throughout their lives.

—While the validity period of hormones that make humans feel love is estimated to be three years, elves last until death.

—On the other hand, the love hormone secreted when seeing another member of the opposite sex is extremely reduced, which is why they have only married one person for hundreds of years and there has never been a single case of divorce or infidelity in elven history.

—On very rare occasions, there are cases in which other races other than the same elves are recognized as the opponents of fate.

I didn’t read any more because I was kind of creeped out.

Misha heard in the wind that not long after I was fired from the academy, in the middle of taking classes, I was kicked out very miserably and again became the slave of the owner of the butcher shop.

… This guy hasn’t forgotten me yet.