Reincarnated as Twins: And Then, I Was the Only One Abandoned - ☆46 My Hometown

☆46 My Hometown 

I couldn’t shake the concern I had for the dark elf village. 

If the knight order were to descend upon them, they wouldn’t stand a chance. 

Would it be possible to get them to relocate to this autonomous district before that happened? 

But… what exactly was the relationship between elves and dark elves? 

In most fantasy worlds, they were usually enemies. 

Unable to stop myself, I headed to Elysia’s mansion. 

Standing before the heavy iron gates, I pressed the ornate doorbell button. 

After a moment, a calm voice—presumably the butler’s—came through the intercom. 

“Yes, may I help you?” 

“Oh, it’s Souta. I need to talk to Elysia.” 

The butler’s voice turned cold. He was unable to hide his irritation at my casual way of addressing Elysia. 

“Lady Elysia is currently very busy. If you have a request, we will get back to—” 

Oh, come on. Not this again. How many times are we gonna do this? 

And just as always, before he could finish, a familiar voice cut in over the intercom. 

“Move aside.” 

At that, the butler’s presence instantly faded away. 

Then, Elysia’s gentle voice followed. 

“Souta? Is something the matter?” 

“Yeah, I just have something I need to check with you.” 

“Understood. I’ll be right there. Please wait a moment.” 

Before long, Elysia opened the door and stepped outside. 

She looked at me with elegant composure, offering a soft smile. 

“Let’s discuss this at your house, shall we?” 

…Huh? What’s wrong with your place? 

Why do we have to go all the way back? 

I almost said it out loud but held back. 

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Elysia strode into my home, unlocked the door, and walked right in. 

I mean, sure, I did give her a key. But isn’t this the kind of situation where *I* should be the one opening the door? 

While I was still processing that, she was already rummaging through the fridge, taking out some tea. 

With practiced ease, she poured two cups and brought them over to the table. 

As I stared in disbelief, she smiled warmly, sat down on the sofa, and beckoned to me with a relaxed gesture. 

“Come, have a seat. No need to be shy.” 

Shy? Lady, this is my house…………..… 

Still, I sat down. And Elysia smoothly brought the conversation back on track. 

“So, what was it you wanted to ask?” 

“Oh, right. Elysia, what do you think about dark elves?” 

“Dark elves?” 

“Yeah. My hometown—the dark elf village—is likely to become a target of the Valford Knights soon. I was wondering if they could take refuge here. But I don’t know what the relationship between elves and dark elves is like….…” 

Elysia narrowed her eyes slightly. Her expression turned somewhat stiff. 

For a brief moment, something complex flickered in her gaze. 

“To be honest… many elves harbor a deep dislike for dark elves. Perhaps… even more than they do for humans.” 

“Seriously…? Then even you would have a hard time allowing them in, huh…” 

Disheartened, I let my disappointment show. But Elysia gently shook her head. A soft smile returned to her lips. 

“No, it’s fine.” 

She shook her head again, her voice unwavering. 

“That village… it’s like family to you, isn’t it?” 

Her gentle question caught me off guard. 

Under her steady gaze, I gave a small nod. 

“Yeah… you could say that.” 

Elysia’s smile deepened, and her voice carried a firm resolve. 

“Then, we will welcome them with open arms. Don’t worry.” 

Her words seeped into my heart. They filled my chest with warmth. 

A smile tugged at my lips before I knew it. 

“Thanks… I just don’t know if they’ll agree to come, but I’ll do my best to convince them.” 

“I understand.” 

Her voice was soft, yet full of quiet strength. 

“But as you know, Valford is in a dangerous state right now. Please—be careful.” 

Her serious eyes gazed straight at me. 

Meeting her gaze, I gave a quiet nod. 

It’s been two years since I last went home. 

I wonder how Nactis is doing. 

Memories of the days I spent in that village flashed through my mind. 

A mix of nostalgia and unease swirled in my chest as I began packing for the journey the moment Elysia left. 

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The late summer breeze carried a faint touch of loneliness as it brushed against my skin. 

The sky, though still clinging to the hues of summer, had begun to take on subtle traces of autumn. 

Its vast blue expanse remained bright. Yet at the edges, a delicate red tinged the horizon. 

Along the roadside, the chirping of insects filled the air. And the trees, still lush with deep green leaves, had begun to show small hints of yellow at their tips. 

The warm sunlight still shone gently. It lingered like an echo of summer. But the days were growing shorter—the sun now dipped below the horizon earlier than before. 

Summer was coming to an end. 

A quiet shift was taking place in the air. It was a subtle sign that the season was ready to turn the page. 

And perhaps….… it wasn’t just the season that was about to change.