Broken Sword's
Ch. 23: It turns out that the descendants of Elves

Spit the ground out of the mouth. Fang had trouble waking up. "Sister, help me"

Hamid twitching. Stretching out a hand grabbed Fang's body lying on the ground. "Let me help you clean up." Patting the dirtied part of the clothes on the ground, Hamid also fixed Fang's slanted headband.

"Sister what's your name? I'm Fang!"

This kid has no basis for protection from strangers? Hamid searched around for an adult who had lost a child but found no one.

"Eh, Hamid. Brother Hamid's name. You alone here?"

Fang is sad. "Boy brother told me to stay here until he came back."

Hamid's eyebrows blend together. "Why is he not responsible! What if someone kidnaps you?"

Fang shy. His voice was slow but still heard by Hamid. "Cannot be. I'm fat and eat a lot, kidnappers will hesitate to kidnap me."

Spit spray. Hamid laughed loudly. Sniff Fang's head in a fit of anxiety. "You're very self-conscious."

Fang was relieved that Hamid did not put his suspicions on him. His sticky hands also began to be shameless, "Sister Hamid, this hanger is good. Where did you get her?"

Unknowingly Hamid hid the hangings from Fang's claws. "It's a gift from my parents."

Uh!

Hamid is not an Elf couple?

"Sister, where's your house? Can I play there?" Let's find out. Go and see who one of Hamid's parents is an Elf.

The weather is very hot. Hamid, who saw Fang's sweaty face, brought Fang into the school. There was a long chair in the front hall, Hamid took Fang to sit there.

Hamid answered Fang's questions without feeling uncomfortable. It says an address where he lives.

"Isn't that a dorm? Brother doesn't live with big brother's parents?"

Hamid smiled wryly. Fang wanted to pinch his own mouth. "I'm sorry brother."

Fang's apology made Hamid comfortable. The children did not understand but Fang who looked to be five years old showed incredible signs of empathy.

"Sister's parents have long since died. A maternal relative brought my sister here to stay. There was a babysitter mother at first but she died two years ago."

Fang suspected "So big brother never came out of the lower region?"

Hamid nodded. "The relatives who brought you here didn't leave any addresses or names. Only a few parental relics were notified by the nanny before she died."

"It's been almost half an hour. Your brother hasn't returned yet?"

Fang who still wanted to ask another thing swallowed all the question sentences into his stomach. There will be other times, don't be too chatty and upset Hamid.

Jumping down from the chair, Fang nodded. Faint dimples that are lost due to fat occasionally arise. Hamid pinched Fang for a moment.

"It must have come. Brother, we will meet again sometime. Bye!"

Hamid stared at Fang's departure. He is most envious of complete family or close sibling relationships. If only his parents were alive and they gave birth to another child, Hamid would not be so lonely.

"Isn't school over? Why haven't you come back?" The new teacher was coming home to meet Hamid. These students are very intelligent, the teachers at the school are very proud of students who are active in learning.

Hamid, who had a close relationship with the teacher, helped bring books that had difficulty carrying. "I'm just going home. Teacher, I'll help you."

***

Baramun's heart beats unnoticed. He ran to get here but did not find Fang!

Confusion and anxiety. Baramun thought about reporting the missing child to security personnel.

"Baramond."

Fang's dizzy. "Hey, don't keep throwing. Huekk" Fang resisted the nausea.

Almost at the flush of vomit water, Baramun bought Fang a glass of cold tea. The shopkeeper was busy serving other guests, the shop was bustling because of the very hot weather.

Drinking in one gulp, Fang let out a sigh of relief.

Baramun also bought one for him to drink. Sip on little by little. Feels weird. A little bit bitter but there was a cold feeling that flowed through the throat.

"Have you met that young man? How's it? She's an Elf in disguise like me?"

Fang glanced at Baramun to remind. Baramun's voice was too loud, fortunately the shop was also crowded so no one cared about them.

"I told you, Elves aren't the same as your race."

Baramun. "Why different. We are also exiled and ostracized by you humans!"

Fang was lazy to argue. Indeed, the system used in managing social life is very detrimental to the interests of other races, but this is also for the sake of protecting themselves. Humans are good at swordsmanship as well as magic, but that talent must be trained. While other races are born with a legacy of talent belonging to their parents.

This point was never thought of so most of the demon race assumed that Humans were too domineering. If they knew, there was no need to be envious at all. All have the appropriate portion as long as they realize the potential they have.

"He's not an elf."

"Didn't you? Then why are you chasing him?"

Fang explained briefly. "I saw her wearing accessories that the elves usually gave to their partners. It was his dead parents' property."

"He's an elf descendant?! Why stay here."

Baramun. Normally half an Elf would be raised in the upper world to manage. "Don't tell me he doesn't know he's half an Elf!"

"He doesn't know."

"Wtf. Defying talent. You think, leaning where the power of bakay that young man has."

Fang's silent. The conversation between him and Hamid was too short. He didn't know just by exchanging a few sentences.

"Where do I know. I'm not a god."

"You aren't?!" Now Baramun was surprised.

"What are you excited about. Don't disturb other guests with your loud voice"

The Devil stared fixedly at Fang.

"What?" Ask Fang.

"You're not a god, then how do you know about my king's totem and mine?"

The identity mark that Fang described was known only to the owner of the name as well as the closest family. It is impossible to leak and known carelessly to people. Baramun thought, Fang is a bored god incarnation and was born as a human child to play.

So all his guesses and suspicions were wrong?!

Fang is a real human!!

Fang smiled in a suspicious manner. "How do you think?"

***

Gana waited in front of the village entrance. It was late in the afternoon but her son had not yet returned.

Before the sun completely sunk, Gana saw two figures from a distance. Like the way they left. Baramun put Fang over his shoulder and asked this that, while the person being asked was almost sleepy from not napping.