How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World[part1]

Chapter 178: Trap (2)

It was reassuring to see Cecily so confident. Even if it's not a pact, we can use Siris to prevent any foolish actions. I'll have to discuss this separately with Arwen. In any case, we've managed to lure even the ancient fish, now all that's left is handling the aftermath.

Frankly, we could dispose of these elves silently without any major issues. From the council's perspective, they will think that the pursuers just met their demise and will send another pursuit team. This fight will continue until we eliminate the source.

"Alright then. What about... When will these people regain consciousness?"

"Shall I wake them up now?"

"Yes."

Snap­

Cecily listened to my request and lightly flicked her fingers. I felt a faint wave of mana.

"Ughh..."

"Ugh..."

Before long, the restrained elves began to regain consciousness, groaning in their sleep. The room relied on a few candles, so it would take some time for them to recover their sight.

Moreover, although the ropes themselves were ordinary, Cecily had used magic to prevent them from using mana, eliminating any chance of resistance.

"Ugh... My head... What?"

"W-What? Why am I..."

"... ..."

As soon as they realized they were tied up, the two elven men and women looked startled, but the elven leader in the center remained silent. He merely confirmed the situation, restrained by ropes, with an expression that seemed to say "as expected," showing almost no reaction.

According to what their father had said, unlike the other two elves, he had acted alone. The possibility of the blond elf being the leader seemed likely.

"This, what on earth... I'm certain..."

"What, who are you all?"

While the woman was still trying to grasp the situation, the man asked in an anxious voice, seemingly having noticed us. The woman, who had been fidgeting, also raised her head to look at us.

Lastly, when the hazy blond man also turned his gaze towards us, I stepped forward and crouched down to meet their eye level. As soon as our eyes met, I felt a twinge in my heart.

"R-right now, untie these ropes, human! It seems like you don't know what you've done...!"

The brown-haired elven woman demanded urgently, either boldly or arrogantly in an elven manner. I could hear my father sighing behind me, frustrated.

I looked at the elf who seemed completely clueless about the situation and smirked as I cut to the chase.

"What we've done? We caught a bunch of intruders in our mansion."

"... ..."

"And it seems like we know roughly what you came to find."

"...Are you Xenon?"

A blonde elf, presumably the leader and not the elven woman, asked in a soft voice, and then the subordinates on both sides belatedly realized the situation and closed their mouths.

However, it didn't take long for their expressions to contort. It seems they must have tried to use telepathy, but they must have realized that using mana itself was impossible.

In the end, one of the subordinates conveyed the truth with an expression of helplessness.

"This... This man is definitely Xenon. There were notes and letters on the desk."