If someone talks to a tree or an animal as if they were a friend, and then just stands around for hours in a daze, I don't blame them if they think it's creepy.
I'm in the human world too, so I know what that's like.
The race that didn't fit in with the human culture like the elves and dwarves do is the demon race.
That is the demon race.
I am the last of the demon race.
When I found that out, everyone hated me, so I decided to call myself a dark elf.
This brown skin and long ears.
That's about the only race that can be faked.
Well, the dark elves were hated there too.
So even after we were sold to the slavers, we were assigned the darkest and smallest room.
They said there was no way they could find a buyer for you.
The other people were all mature and beautiful enough.
Some of the slaves are found by noblemen and become partners with adventurers. Those people get paid for their work and buy themselves out and become free.
Slavery isn't that bad, though.
But I didn't think I had that kind of happy future.
(Ashtarthae?)
So, I'm the last of the demons, right? Can't we just let it perish?
(Ashtarthae?)
Please answer me.
Why am I still alive?
"Someday you'll meet a man who can resonate with you.
There is no such person?
I'm sure there is no one.
I'm sure there is no one who tells me that I'm important.
The person who tells me that I am important.
Such a person cannot exist in this world.
Look at this.
I'm small. My chest is flat.
It's a good thing that I'm not going to be able to tell you what to do. I'm not going to be able to tell you what to do, but I'm not going to tell you what to do.
My parents died before they could unbind me with magic.
Ashtarte, I don't want to get my hopes up.
I'll make a wager, Ashtarte.
If there is someone somewhere who has an echo with me.
I'll give him/her all of me
I think I've been talking to Ashtarthae about that the whole time I was in the slavery shop.
(...... Ashtarteh?)
Was I right?
Because there was no one in this world who could resonate with me.
You see, this person who is pulling my hand now is from another world.
Master?
What is it, master? Huh? Sorry for holding your hand, what do you mean?
I always wash my hands, so I don't have to worry about it," he said.