Chapter 76 – Emergency Meeting
“This is an emergency meeting! There is not a moment to lose. Clarice and Burgess must not become like Arken’s tragic love song!”
Loloi’s voice echoed through the silent, late-night orphanage.
“Hey, hey, Loloi. Don’t talk too loud about that.”
The three of us, at Loloi’s urging, had gathered in the orphanage cafeteria after Burgess had gone to bed.
“Loloi wants Burgess and Clarice to get married and be happy! I want him to crawl in the night with Clarice right now!”
Loloi was already in a state of excitement, having been inspired by the bardess Amaranthia’s song, “Arken’s tragic love song”.
By the way, does Loloi know what it means to crawl at night?
Clarice looked a little embarrassed and turned her head down.
The condition of “marriage” in this world… is to do things to do.
And by “things to do,” I mean…
Well, you know.
I’m talking about the ground fighting I had with Arcana.
I’m referring to the penis and vagina that stick to each other.
If you do that “thing”.
At that point, we are already considered to have agreed to ‘marry’ each other.
If you do that with more than one partner, you have more than one husband or wife.
Incidentally, this is not supposed to apply to a “slave” partner.
That is why such a convenient status as “slave” is so valued in this country.
Regardless of gender. Because they can do whatever they want, however they want, without worrying about the terms of marriage…
I guess that’s why places that deal with slave elves are more popular, such as brothels in the backstreets of capital.
It’s a hell of a story, though.
Back to the story…
So, well. As Loloi says, get off his ass and crawl into the night.
Make it happen and get married. In a sense, it is the quickest way to solve the problem.
“No, I want to follow the order of things. Let the momentum take me into the relationship. I don’t think it’s right to do that.”
“…… I’m very sorry.”
“Hmm? Why is Albus apologizing?”
Me now. I just felt like Clarice was blaming me or something.
Clarice is Clarice, and she seems to have a very sulky and inflexible personality.
“Albus, do you have a better idea?”
“Yeah. Is there anyone in Albus and Loloi’s merchant network who might know of a better way?”
As I recall, there was a merchant who dealt in aphrodisiacs.
But I don’t know how effective they are.
And even if it did work…
Relying on such a thing is not “letting the momentum -” which Clarice wants.
But no matter how much the three of us agonize over it, we can’t come up with a good idea, so it might be a good idea to ask someone else for help.
“Maybe I should write to Arcana and ask for her advice.”
“Albus! That’s a great idea!”
“Really? By all means, please!”
And so it was.
I decided to discuss Clarice in my letters to Arcana, which we regularly exchange through the warehouse.
…The reply came the next night.