Village

“It’s been a while, so I almost didn’t recognize you! You’re still the same height, I see?”

“?”

What is this? A declaration of war out of nowhere?

No, I’m not a child. I’m too mature to get worked up over someone saying I’m short.

“Who are you? Do you know me?”

…I’d unconsciously ended up speaking in a confrontational tone.

Even so, the elves answered with bright smiles.

“Ah, well, it makes sense that you wouldn’t recognize us, Apostle. The last time you saw us, we were children playing around, scooping up dirt and eating it.”

“Children?”

“Don’t you remember? Back then, we thought you were an elf with short ears and black hair... Somehow, you seem to have aged less than we have.”...