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

Chapter 118: Punishment (3)

I looked at Arwen, who spoke weakly with a bitter smile on her face. She was wearing a robe like last time, but this time she had completely removed her hood, revealing her appearance.

Her sparkling silver-gray hair and eyes were like the Milky Way, and her appearance seemed somewhat young. I was sure that she was the Arwen that I knew.

Then why was she here? I couldn't help but wonder in my mind and immediately looked at her.

'These people...'

Two women stood beside Arwen, one with red-tinted black hair and blue eyes, and the other with white hair and golden eyes.

Both women were wearing masks, but their glamorous beauty couldn't be hidden, and their ears were significantly shorter than Arwen's. It was clear that they had been artificially trimmed, not naturally short.

Especially the woman who exuded a mature charm caught my eye. Arwen and the girl were both wearing robes, but the woman alone was wearing armor that seemed to reduce her defense.

With her firm thighs, adorable belly button, and clearly defined abs in the shape of an "11," she boldly showed off her feminine charm. In fact, the armor was so revealing that it was embarrassing to call it armor, and it was almost as if she was only wearing underwear. Because of this, I couldn't help but have doubts instead of resentment.

'Isn't it cold like that?'

I took my eyes off the woman and looked around at the three people in front of me. When I looked closely, the differences became even more noticeable.

Considering all of these characteristics, these people were undoubtedly dark elves, whom I had only heard about in stories. They had many similarities to elves, but there were also significant differences.

Well, just as humans have great differences between ethnic groups, there would be differences between elves. After seeing two dark elves alternately, I roughly realized what the situation was and nodded my head.

Well, just as humans differ from one another according to their ethnicity, there's no doubt that there are differences among elves. After taking turns watching two dark elves, I realized what was going on and nodded my head in agreement. The dark elf with golden eyes like mine, who was staring at me, didn't matter, but the girl in the center lowered her head like a criminal. Judging by her position and the atmosphere, it was clear that she was the culprit who stole my manuscript.

Like Cecily had hinted before, she was a young girl, like someone who had just entered middle school in my past life.

"Is that her?"

I pointed to the girl in the center with my finger and asked Cecily next to me. Cecily, who was watching the situation with interest while curling up the corners of her mouth, immediately gave an affirmative answer.

"Yeah. That one in the center is the culprit who stole your manuscript. She's a good-for-nothing kid from such a young age."

"Hmm..."

I fixed my gaze on the girl in the center after hearing Cecily's answer. Even though she was a young child around adolescence, I couldn't understand why she had stolen my manuscript.

The value of the manuscript is beyond doubt, reaching almost to the level of a national treasure in the cultural field. Especially for demons, it's almost treated like a sacred relic.

Nevertheless, the reason why that dark elf girl had stolen my manuscript wasn't explained. There must be a clear purpose behind it.

As I silently stared at the dark elf girl with her head lowered like a criminal, I shifted my gaze to Arwen. Arwen was looking at me with a complex and subtle expression on her face.