Half Dragon Girl And Elf
Chapter 7's

When did he first realize he was different?

Aisha is twenty years old, but her body and face are like a child. It was as if he had stopped aging. He looked like he was ten years old.

She was a weak girl, not surprisingly, and her memory was very poor. In addition, she sleeps for hours every day, sometimes giggling like a child when she dreams. For some reason, he could understand the spirit's words, but if he told that to his friends, they would only give him a dirty look. So Aisha learned to remain silent and lowered her head.

Aisha is half elf. Elves are said to live for thousands of years. Their understanding of time is fundamentally different from that of humans. At the beginning of the development of the elves, they spent most of their time sleeping, increasing their sensitivity to nature and slowly building up their incredible magic power. It was a growth stage that lasted an average of forty to fifty years. It was only then that they would begin to become physically mature—a process that took forty to fifty years before they reached the level of twenty-year-old human development. After that, their aging seemed to have stopped completely. Elves barely grew older, remaining ageless in body until the moment of their death. Or so Aisha's father told her. The only person in the pioneer village who knows Aisha's mother, Floria, is her father and the previous mayor.

Things were already good enough when Aisha's friends were young, but once she reached the age of ten, the gap started to become more and more apparent. By the age of fifteen, everyone had become adults while Aisha was still a child.

People were throwing heartless insults at him. They referred to him as a useless failed man, an unlucky child, and even a monster. Adults should not need any special knowledge to understand that this is only the result of Aisha's ancestors, but in such a small village, the people have no experience with other races. They are not interested in caring for adults who cannot do useful work.

But Aisha has another problem—his eating pattern. This was another reason why the villagers treated him so cruelly. He could not stand the smell of animals. No matter how hard he tried, he could not accept the meat they ate at the harvest festival. Milk doesn't match her taste, nor is she a fan of eggs. All he touched were grains, beans, and vegetables. The only thing he enjoyed was the fruit his father had brought from a hunting trip.

He was slow to adulthood, picky eating, unable to work, and slept all day. He is a burden and a distraction. That was how he thought about his life in the village, but he still lived his life.

“Do not worry, Aisha,” says her father. “Take your time and grow at your own pace. I'll take care of you until you do. I promise." He supported her well, and she was able to reach the age of nineteen thanks to her father.

Aisha's father was once an adventurer. He is a very valuable asset to the village—guard, the best hunter, and the best pioneer. As long as he took care of her, he had a place to stay.

One day, without warning, a plague struck the city, and his father fell seriously ill. The fate of a family that lost its breadwinner is cruel. They ran fast through their little shops. Aisha continues to care for her father as he struggles with his illness, but it's only a matter of time. When they ran out of food, conditions worsened and no one offered any help. No one wants to help them.

Aisha bowed and humbled herself, pleading again and again for them to please, please help her father. But it seems like the gossip circulating in the city is that she, the disadvantaged child, is the cause of the illness.

That was what finally made him understand. They don't want to help because they hate it. Because she is a useless girl.

On his deathbed, his father spoke to him. “I'm sorry,” said. “I won't be able to protect you anymore. Not for you, and not for Floria. I love you, Aisha. I'm sorry..."

When she died, Aisha had no place in her village. He was expelled, so he fled into the forest. He walked continuously just to survive, trying to find within himself to curse all that. Villagers, his disease, his mother, the bandits, the world...

But he can't. Aisha could not hate them. The only person he managed to hate, the only person who was the target of his anger and hatred, was himself. What should he curse if not his own pitiful weakness? And soon, he'll be with his father.

And then the god descended from heaven and saved him from his fate at the hands of the bandits. All that was left, Aisha thought, was punishment for her stupidity.

Mind blurred. He's already dead. But now, he could feel himself wrapped up in a warm light. He felt like something huge was being poured into him. Her lips touched something warm. Feels fun. So good that he hoped it would last forever. But suddenly it's all over.

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The girl's soul was consolidated and stable. His body was also affected by the spell, and his flesh returned to his thin bones. His skin and cheeks were back in color. Just need to take a quick look to find out that his condition is much better. The dirt covering her clothes and body vanished into the light, revealing her true beauty. Kaleesh could feel his happiness as their lips touched. And then the girl opened her eyes.

Uhh...

Their lips were still close to touch—close enough that Kaleesh could feel the girl's breath on her skin. Kaleesh felt something churning inside him, and the girl seemed to feel the same way as well. None of them move. The night wind was warm on their cheeks.

"Oh no!" Kaleesh. “It's not— It's not— I just— It's first aid!” she lies. "Artificial breath! It's not because I want to kiss your sweet lips! NAY! I mean-!" Of course that's the wrong thing to say. But the girl just squirmed timidly, staring at Kaleesh in silence. It seems he's not upset at all.

It was true that he had used the Dragon Bound Servant for something like first aid, but there was no denying that there was personal pleasure in the mix as well.

“Ehe..” the girl giggled. “I, um... No, I mean, who... who are you?”.

“There's nothing I can do!” Kaleesh continues to protest. “I mean, it's necessary! I meani... Huh?” He realized that the girl did not look angry. He looked at her, confused. "Me?" Kaleesh. “Name— No, sorry... Nice to meet you!” He tried to speak as calmly as possible to give the girl as little reason to be afraid as possible.

“I... My name is Kaleesh Schatten. Please call me Kaleesh if you want! I'm sorry for suddenly kissing you like that.”.

“T-No,” says the girl. "I'm happy." Then he stopped himself. “A-A-A-I mean, no! I...um... I'm glad you saved my life? Th-thank you... M-M-My name is i-is— Ouch! Me.. for the sake of not..”

“Yes, it will happen if you are too tense..”.

“A-i boat! I won't understand!” the girl insisted, but it was obvious given how hard her teeth were grinding. He couldn't even say his own name.

Perhaps Kaleesh appeared too strong; he had to calm the girl down first.

Kaleesh gently held the girl's hand and pulled her up. Then he stomped his feet twice. A lump of clay emerged from the ground, a second later forming itself into two chairs. “Here,” says Kaleesh. "Please sit down." He guided the girl's hand gracefully like a knight escorting a princess.

“What?!” exclaimed the girl, but she sat down obediently. Kaleesh snapped his finger and a table appeared between them. This was simply the application of his Golemcraft abilities, which turned out to be extremely versatile. Once he mastered it, he could create anything from a life-size statue to a massage chair.

“Nah,” says Kaleesh, “let's do nice and relaxing things. Why didn't you tell me your name?”

“O-OK..” said. “My name is Aisha.”

“Hey, relax! I want us to feel comfortable with each other! I mean, you were the first person I met in this world, and now you are bound to me as my servant.”.

"Aah?!" Aisha shaking. "What are you-?" He looked tense again.

“Do not worry,” says Kaleesh. “I'll explain everything. But first, let's get to know each other a little—introduce ourselves. This is our first meeting anyway.”

“O-OK..” says Aisha. “But... Miss Kaleesh, you are God, aren't you? I barely know what to ask a guy like you.”.

"Lord?" Kaleesh. “I'm not too special. I'm almost the same as you! We're both half human, just the other half a little more.liar.” It seemed like the girl's assessment of Kaleesh was a bit too high. Kaleesh, of course, would welcome the overwhelming admiration of others, but if Aisha would be his servant, things would be different. No matter how outrageous and selfish Kaleesh is, he wants to treat Aisha as a trustworthy friend.

Kaleesh glanced at Aisha's cute pointy ears. “You're half human and half elf, if I'm not mistaken?”

“A-Ah! Yes that's right. I'm half elf..” Aisha lowered her head. For some reason, he looked embarrassed.

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