When I Was Reincarnated, All the Heroines Were Stolen by the Fake Hero ~ The Guy Who Dominated With Original Story Knowledge, and Me Who Dominated With Talent. It Seems the World After the Ending Is My One-Man Stage ~ - Episode 34

Episode 34

Rururii’s response was far too casual.

I was left stunned by how easily she confirmed it.

She even mumbled cheerfully,

“Ah, was I not supposed to say that~? Oh well, whatever.”

I couldn’t believe it—elves really existed?

It was hard to accept. But the girl in front of me didn’t seem to be lying.

Still unsure, I decided to ask her one more question—knowing full well it might be rude.

“…Rururii.”

“Hmm~?”

“Forgive me for asking this, but… how old are you?”

When I asked in a whisper, Rururii puffed her cheeks slightly in displeasure.

“Geez, you’re not supposed to ask a girl her age~!”

Still, she looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment.

“Hmm… I think somewhere between 300 and 400?”

Even that didn’t feel like a lie.

…There was no mistaking it. She really *was* an elf.

As I silently reeled from the shock of this truth, Kotama was apparently growing impatient. She called out to me.

“Yutaka-sama, are you done yet? If we don’t change Rururii-chan’s clothes soon, she’ll catch a cold!”

“Ah—yeah, sorry. You’re right.”

I stood up and stepped aside for Kotama.

She immediately took Rururii’s hand and cheerfully led her off to the back room.

As I watched them go, I found myself caught somewhere between astonishment and excitement.

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With Kotama and Rururii gone, silence returned to the entrance hall.

So, Rururii really was an elf. That much was clear now.

The issue was… what to do next?

Why had she stowed away in the wagon? I had a mountain of questions I wanted to ask.

As I folded my arms and thought, I suddenly sensed someone behind me.

Before I knew it, Forleen had stepped out from the shadows and was now standing beside me.

“Yutaka-sama. Is something wrong? You looked very serious just now…”

She peered at me with concern. And I shook my head slightly.

“Ah, no. It’s nothing. Just had something on my mind.”

But Forleen didn’t seem satisfied.

Maybe she was still a little upset about how I questioned her earlier.

“…Please, tell me.”

She stepped forward. She did so gently but with a quiet pressure that left no room for argument.

Overwhelmed by her intensity, I gave in with a sigh.

“…Alright. It’s about the territory.”

I briefly explained the current situation:

That we’d reclaimed land overrun by monsters—but many soldiers were injured in the battle.

That we lacked doctors and medicine, and treatment was taking time.

And most of all…

“I thought of hiring some healers. But they’re in high demand. I doubt anyone would want to come all the way out to some backwater region the kingdom’s practically abandoned.”

I said with a self-deprecating laugh. Forleen looked like she was about to say something.

“It’s true that there aren’t many healers, but even so…”

She suddenly stopped. She fell silent mid-sentence.

Then, with a look of realization, she lowered her brows apologetically.

“I-I’m sorry. Of course… You don’t want to involve others in your personal struggles…”

“No, you’re giving me too much credit. Honestly, I’d welcome help from anyone—even a cat.”

When I said that, Forleen gave me a gentle, but somewhat sorrowful smile.

“No… I understand. You’re that kind of kind person, Yutaka-sama…”

At that point, the atmosphere made it hard to deny anything further.

Then Forleen lowered her gaze. She was gripping the hem of her robe tightly.

“B-But… i-if… if you’d be okay with me, I could maybe help… just under the pretense of inspecting the Vixel Domain…”

Knowing her workload, I couldn’t ask more of her.

Seeing how hesitant she was to say it, I shook my head.

“No, don’t push yourself. I’m sure you’re already swamped with duties in the capital.”

“No, it’s not that… I… I *want* to help…”

She looked startled. She then quickly raised her head and corrected herself.

“Ah—no! Never mind!”

*I want to…?*

Why was she so concerned about the Vixel Domain?

As I tried to puzzle that out, a bright voice echoed from down the hall.

“Yutaka-sama—!”

It was Kotama. She came running over. And when she saw Forleen standing next to me, she tilted her head in confusion.

“Huh? Who’s this?”

“Ah, let me introduce you. This is Folly, an acquaintance of mine. She’s not good with people seeing her face. So try not to stare too much.”

Just like with Sebas, I reused the same lie on the spot.

Forleen seemed to catch on immediately. She pulled her hood down low and bowed gracefully.

“…I’m Folly.”

“Hmm… Got it!”

Kotama was an understanding girl.

She quickly changed focus, her expression brightening.

“Anyway, look at this!”

From behind her, she pushed out a young girl.

It was Rururii. She was now dressed in one of our mansion’s maid uniforms.

Wearing properly fitted clothes, she looked strikingly adorable—like a Western-style porcelain doll. It was a different kind of charm from Kotama’s.

But she looked a little uncomfortable. She was tugging loosely at the collar and sleeves.

“Oh, it looks great on you.”

“Mmm… It’s hard to move in~”

Rururii said with a pout. She was fidgeting with the hem of the outfit.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Haha… Kotama, I’m sorry, but I’m going to see Folly off part of the way. Could you please tell Sebas when he returns?”

It would be better to talk with Rururii—an elf—after I saw Forleen off.

“Yes, of course! Alright then, Rururii-chan, I’ll explain your duties as a maid now!”

“Ugh…”

As Kotama pulled her along, Rururii let out a long sigh.

Then, as she walked off, she muttered quietly—almost to herself:

“If I knew it’d turn out like this, I should’ve just behaved and looked for the Saint in the capital~…”

That made me stop in my tracks.

…Wait.

The Saint?

What did she just say?