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indow, but she guessed it would be somewhere around that period.

“Hmph.
I don’t need anything in particular.
How about you two?”
“A-As long as you’re okay Jonahim…”
“Nothing.
I can go.”

Because there looked to be no complications, the group decided to proceed to the mountain.
Jonahim chatted constantly as they walked.
Merc wasn’t sure if it was because he wasn’t feeling any tension or if he was attempting to release it.

“I was expecting the elf village to be harsher.
I didn’t expect to be greeted so warmly.”
“What?”

Merc made an unconscious deep voice when she heard Jonahim’s illogical statements, despite the fact that he had clearly heard the quarrel earlier.

She was, however, taken aback by Jonahim’s statement of being received warmly.

It was true that submitting a request to the Adventurers’ Guild was not uncommon, and that there were elves who engaged with humans on a regular basis, such as her father.
However, when the entire village was considered, the greeting they had received was everything from warm.

They had witnessed a scene where no one wanted to help the humans only moments prior.

“It’s probably because elven ladies are all stunning beauties with perfect proportions.
It’s a place that any man would consider heavenly.”

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“Huh? Well I guess you could say that…”
“Oh? Did that come across as discriminatory? I apologize if it did.”

Because Merc had previously lived as a man, she had unconsciously agreed with Jonahim; yet, his subsequent apology drove Merc nuts.
She couldn’t put her finger on what was making her feel nostalgic.

“How can you say they’re perfectly proportioned with those teeny-tiny breasts? They don’t appeal to me in the least.”

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Elea replied vehemently to the elven women’s appeal, most likely because she was envious of Jonahim’s admiration for their beauty.
When compared to the Merc and the other elf women, Elea and Luka’s bodies were noticeably different.

Everyone had their tastes and the freedom to choose what they liked, but it was evident that Elea and Luka’s bodies would attract the most attention.

In truth, Merc thought Elea’s and Luka’s bodies were more appealing.

As if mocking Merc, Jonahim turned his calm, pretty face to Elea.

“Really? I believe that the body is only capable of pleasing the eyes.
At most, it will be used to pique one’s interest.
However, over time, you become more interested in a person’s character rather than their appearance.
Do you agree that it’s what’s on the inside that counts?”
“Ahhh…”

I want to murder this b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲…

As she stared at Jonahim, who had a bright smile on his face, Merc stifled the words that were ready to escape her mouth.

After all, her words, which were loaded with such murderous intent, were so discordant with her current appearance that she would be unable to gloss over them.

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However, it appeared that Jonahim’s refreshing smile, along with those carefully crafted words, had an effect on Elea.

“I-I guess you’re right!”

Elea averted her reddened glance from Jonahim, mostly because she couldn’t bear his direct stare.
And as she did so, her gaze was brought to Merc’s.

“W-What do you want?!”
“Nothing in particular.”
“Then don’t look at me!”

You’re the one that looked at me first though…

Elea was most likely embarrassed to be seen in such a state.
As the mentally older one, Merc opted to regard Elea’s feelings and averted her look away.

As she did so, she came face to face with Luka, who had a “this has nothing to do with me” look on her face.

“… Miss Luka, how about you? What types of people do you find appealing?”

Merc decided to use the flow of the conversation to ask.
Luka’s eyes, which were just visible beneath her hat, turned towards her at that point.

“… Rich ones.”
“… I see.”

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