How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World

The gift that Alvenheim gave me was truly satisfying.

The packaging was excellent, and the contents were beyond words.

Although there was an accident during the exchange of the gift, creating a dangerous moment, it was resolved well.

On the contrary, thanks to that, I was able to awaken Arwen’s hidden desires and have a much hotter first night.

To the point where I even thought about my first night with Mari, you can imagine how satisfied I was, and how excited I got.

However, due to the huge difference in our physical builds and strength, it was a one-sided affair where I pushed forward.

She fainted whenever there was a gap, and even when I woke her up, she would faint again, making it hard to keep in sync.

Arwen was well aware of this, so she begged me to treat it as a “gift.”

She said her pride wouldn’t allow her to be satisfied alone.

Thanks to that, we were able to have a night where both of us were fully satisfied.

“So now, am I being treated like a national document?”

The night’s affairs lasted until the early morning, and by the next day, I was still sleeping through the morning.

Even by the afternoon, nothing changed.

Arwen, still lingering from the first night, dozed off repeatedly.

She couldn’t even get up, so she stayed in bed all day.

I couldn’t even walk properly, let alone handle any official duties, so I planned to take a break for a while.

“You can do as you wish. I was a gift for you. In fact, it could be said that you are higher than me, the queen.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. Since I gave you Alvenheim. Do you want to be treated like a national document?”

Arwen, who had been lying in bed, asked me with sparkling eyes.

There was a hint of expectation in her silvery gaze.

It seemed like a personal wish.

“Well… Honestly, I’m fine. The fact that we didn’t have a wedding ceremony is a bit of a flaw, but I’m sure everyone will overlook that.”

“R-really?! Then, immediately…!”

“But do you think other people will overlook it? Especially Cecily, who will probably come charging at me with fiery eyes?”

For a moment, Arwen looked pleased, but as soon as Cecily was mentioned, her expression immediately dropped.

For Arwen, Cecily was her greatest enemy, both personally and politically.

If I were treated like Alvenheim’s national document, Cecily would probably unleash another bombshell.

“…I see. It’s unfortunate, but it can’t be helped. This was my personal request, so please pretend you didn’t hear it.”

“Since we’ve already had our first night together, it’s only natural to have such a wish.”

“Mm…”

As I gently touched her long ears, Arwen made a pleasant sound.

It sounded like a kitten purring.

Lying in bed like this made it feel like we were a newlywed couple.

I wondered when Arwen would be able to get up.

The meals were brought by attendants, so that was fine, but the real problem was when she had to bathe.

Being the queen of Alvenheim, or perhaps due to the outdated elf traditions, the distance between the bedroom and the bathroom was far apart.

When I asked why the layout was like this, they explained that the water from the bathroom was connected to the Fountain of Life.

This was the same Fountain of Life I had bathed in just before the first night.

If it wasn’t for the elves’ obsession with tradition, this connection might seem unusual.

‘I was really embarrassed when I carried her there.’

So, I personally carried Arwen to the bathroom.

The attendants couldn’t carry her, so it was only something I could do.

As we headed for the bathroom, I recalled the looks from Elodia’s servants.

As I mentioned before, it wasn’t Arwen who made the gift choice; it was Alvenheim’s initiative.

Also, Arwen’s inability to walk was proof that we had spent the night together, meaning I had received a gift.

Though they must have been delighted, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat embarrassed under their gaze.

“Mm…”

Meanwhile, Arwen, while I gently touched her ears, was making adorable sounds.

Touching an elf’s ears, like touching a demon’s horn, is something only a person who has fully opened their heart to you can do.

Also, since it’s considered a weak spot, it’s easy to elicit satisfaction from small stimuli, as all the sensory feelings are concentrated there.

“Arwen.”

“Mm… speak.”

“How do you think things will go from here?”

The elf, the very symbol of Alvenheim, was given to me as a gift. Simply put, she belongs to me.

Of course, I would never treat her like a slave. Just the fact that we are connected is enough.

I became curious about what would happen to Arwen’s future.

Would she lead a more comfortable life now that we had spent our first night together, or would a complicated future unfold?

“Since we are connected, I guess it will be declared that I am Zenon’s woman. That alone will make things easier, and there shouldn’t be any issues.”

“What about the demon worshipers? They might threaten you.”

“Ha. Do you think I’ll lose to those demon worshipers?”

Indeed, Arwen’s physical strength may be lacking, but her magical abilities are deep.

With just a flick of her fingers, she can teleport, and items can appear from thin air.

Who could harm her?

Besides, she has a strong Dark Elf by her side, so there’s no immediate threat.

I looked at Arwen, who answered confidently, and smiled.

A sudden mischievous thought came to me.

“You’ve been losing to me all this time, though.”

“T-that’s…! That’s a completely different matter!”

At my teasing, Arwen flailed, but her lower body didn’t cooperate, so only her upper body was moving.

In reality, Arwen’s stamina is quite low.

Even though she’s an elf chosen by the gods, her natural specs are only at a human level.

Her mana training and magical abilities make up for it, though.

This is true for Arwen as well.

If she were a warrior, it might be different, but as a mage, her stamina is naturally low.

As a result, she fainted several times during our first night together.

She always woke up, but kept fainting, which was somewhat awkward.

Ah, of course, it was only awkward for me, not at all tiring.

“Still, shouldn’t you build up your stamina?”

“Hmph. If I were to build up my stamina, I’d rather read a book.”

That’s such a typical mage mindset.

When I saw Arwen blushing and sulking, I smiled.

I didn’t intend to give her any advice on building stamina.

She must have her own routine, so I couldn’t tell her what to do.

More importantly, she should be more worried about me.

I’m the one who needs to build stamina, and I’m also the primary target of the demon worshipers.

I gently touched Arwen’s ears and then looked to the side. On the pillow she was lying on, a golden seed was lying there.

As everyone knows, it’s assumed to be a seed from the World Tree.

I decided to leave that in Arwen’s care.

I wasn’t going back to my domain immediately, and I hadn’t figured out who to entrust the management to.

‘Hirt-sama really knows how to make things difficult.’

But it was a sign that she was showing favor to me, so I didn’t feel bad about it.

After all, who could complain when the goddess of nature, the creator deity, had blessed me?

It was a wise decision to mediate between the remaining conflicts between Luminous and Mora.

‘But wait, there was a question I wanted to ask. What was it again?’

I tilted my head while looking at the golden seed.

There had been a question I wanted to ask her, but I couldn’t remember what it was.

If I can’t remember it, it probably wasn’t that important, so it should be fine.

If it had been a truly important question, I would have written it down in my notebook, but there wasn’t even that.

Given my personality, if it were something interesting or serious, I would have jotted it down immediately.

‘Let’s think about it later.’

What’s important now is how long this moment will last.

I looked down at Arwen, who was lying on her stomach, getting her ear massaged.

She had pulled the blanket up to her neck, but right now, she was completely naked.

I suggested she wear something light to avoid catching a cold, but she said elves don’t catch colds.

It was actually true, and I knew what Arwen wanted, so I agreed without hesitation.

“Arwen.”

“Mm?”

“Do you have a rough idea of when I should head back?”

Mari, Cecily, and Adelina had the break, so I could take my time with them.

But in this case, since I came during the semester, I wasn’t sure how to manage my time.

Of course, even if I returned, I wouldn’t immediately go back to being a teaching assistant; I’d be training under my father.

That’s why I asked first—when would be a good time for me to return.

Perhaps Arwen understood my intent, and after some hesitation, she slowly poked her head out.

Her silver-gray eyes showed a mix of regret and subtle expectation.

“If I could, I would want you to stay by my side. I want to see your face every morning when I wake up, and at night, kiss you and share affection.”

“…”

“But that’s probably too much to ask. More than that, there’s not just you by my side. I also need to attend to state affairs as queen. And…”

Arwen hesitated a little before saying what she truly wanted.

“Would it be greedy if I asked for just a little more?”

“How much more?”

“One week. One week would be enough. Anything more would be greedy.”

One week… I honestly expected about a month, so this was surprisingly short.

Maybe she had never been greedy personally, or maybe she was simply exercising restraint, but I felt a bit sorry for her.

In a week, she would have to return as the queen of Alvenheim.

I gently stroked her head, not her ear, and spoke.

“One week is enough? Are you sure?”

“You’re busy too. But… after that, will you visit often?”

“You can contact me, can’t you?”

“I think I’ll want to do it every day.”

Arwen’s face, just peeking out as she spoke, was so cute.

I pinched or stroked her soft cheeks affectionately, smiling.

“Alright. Then, until then…”

“Ahem.”

As I trailed off, Arwen cleared her throat. At the same time, her pale skin flushed red.

Of course, we wouldn’t do anything tonight due to the aftereffects of our first night together. That wasn’t consideration, it was just releasing desire.

Things would change after that. Arwen blushed, her cheeks turning rosy, and then quietly spoke.

“I’m just asking, but… did you do this with other women?”

“Mari was similar to you. Cecily and Adelia were both physically strong, though.”

“I see. But I don’t plan on training my body.”

“Does that mean you just don’t like exercising?”

“It’s not that I’m weak, but don’t you think you’re abnormally strong? You even received the blessing of Hirt yesterday.”

“Is that so?”

Come to think of it, I did have a lot of divine energy already, and with Hirt’s blessing, I might have become even stronger.

“Anyway, for just one week, I’ll make it a moment you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”

“I think yesterday will be the most memorable for me.”

“I’ll make an even more unforgettable memory.”

At that time, I didn’t know yet.

“Can you call Siris for me?”

“Siris? Why him?”

“I have something I left with him.”

What effect the World Tree seed, which I left by the bed, would have on us.

“He brought the draft of the 27th volume of Zenon’s biography. He said it’s to keep me from peeking.”

“What? Really? No, wait, why did you think I would peek?”

“Because you were interested in it?”

“Ugh…”

What kind of change Hirt’s blessing would cause.

“So how do you plan to announce it? Like, as if you and I are involved?”

“No. I’ll leave room for interpretation. If we do it that way, it might cause problems for you. People who know will understand, though.”

“I’m curious how Cecily will react.”

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. We met before and settled things.”

Lastly, how much potential the elf blood in her had.

“When did you meet her?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Oh, that…!”

“Wait… did Cecily tell you everything yesterday?”

“…”

At that point, I had no idea.

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