Chapter 118: POV: Elf Girl in the Modern World

“No!” Emily whispered and tightened her grip on her katana strap.

She wasn’t yelling but the glare in her green eyes was sharp enough to cut wood. Eren stood in the middle of their bedroom and calmly packed a leather bag with rolled clothes.

“You’re going,” Eren muttered without looking back. “The orcs are gathering for a massive wave and you are carrying our baby. I’m not risking it.”

Yeah, I’m sending her even if I have to tie her to a chair.

Emily stepped closer and poked his chest. “I can fight silly. I’m Level 51.”

He dropped the bag, turned around and pulled her against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and let his hand rest on her flat stomach. “I know you can. But I can’t fight properly if I’m looking over my shoulder to check on you every five seconds. Trust me on this one.”

She let out a frustrated breath and leaned her forehead against his collarbone. “Fine. But you better not do anything stupid while I’m not here to save you mister.”

They walked out into the village center together. The morning air was cold but the atmosphere was heavier. Five elderly elves were standing near the barricades. They were all over two hundred years old and looked completely unbothered by the fact that they were leaving their lifelong home. They barely had any bags. When you lived for two centuries in a forest, material things just stopped mattering.

Eren walked past the elders to check on the remaining fighters. Thadric was sharpening a spear and just nodded at him. Selena waved from the restaurant door.

Oldir walked up to Eren and exhaled a thick cloud of leaf smoke. “It’s good that you’re sending the girl away. The forest smells like blood today.”

“I’ll bring her back when it’s safe,” Eren said and crossed his arms.

Oldir tapped his cigarette against a wooden post. “My parents aren’t the oldest in the village but they can’t run anymore. Next time you open that magic door of yours, take them too.”

“Consider it done.” He didn’t even hesitate. Oldir was one of his best friends in the village even if the guy was almost 50 years older than him. Man was like this sometimes..

Eren turned to Emily who was watching the forest line. “Where the hell is your stepdad anyway? Shouldn’t Henner be helping us with the defenses?”

Emily scratched her ear and looked genuinely confused. “I don’t know. Before you came he used to drop dead animals near my house every two or three days. He would just look at me for a second and run back into the trees.”

“And now?”

“His treehouse is in the northwest,” she said and adjusted her bow strap. “I checked it last week. Nobody has slept there for at least two months. I already told you before. He would be here if he was close to the village after monster attacks started weeks ago.

There is something wrong but I don’t feel like he was injured or something. I believe he is just away, too far away from here right now.” She sounded like Henner was a monster of his own or really good at hiding himself in the forest.

Eren wasn’t sure which one was true but he would see when they found the missing man.

Great. I have a missing father-in-law wandering around a monster-infested forest. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He added finding Henner to his mental list of problems and walked toward the storage shed.

He had packed a separate, massive crate for the trip. It held five bottles of Oldir’s best elven wine, a few glowing magical plants and a huge bundle of Evon spices. Selena had practically shoved the spices into his hands and told him that Earth chefs would trade their souls for them. Eren wanted to test the market value of Evon goods.

“Alright, everybody close to me!” Eren shouted and grabbed the heavy crate.

Because of the massive luggage he could only take Emily and the five elders this time. He pushed his mana into his chest and felt the familiar burning drain.

[Door Master Skill Activated]

The portal tore open in the middle of the village. Eren grabbed Emily’s hand and pulled her through the glowing threshold before she could look back.

The transition hit them with a wave of dry apartment air.

Emily stumbled forward and her eyes went wide. The portal snapped shut behind them, leaving them in the middle of Eren’s living room. The five elderly elves looked around the strange walls, mumbled something in Elvish and immediately started walking toward the guest rooms to find the other elders.

A loud explosion sound came from the corner of the room.

“Die you bastards!”

Mel was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a giant bowl of greasy french fries on her lap and a two-liter bottle of Coca-Cola on the floor. She was staring at the flat-screen TV where an action movie was blasting from the DVD player.

She turned her head, saw Eren and dropped a fry on the carpet.

“Eren!” Mel yelled. She didn’t use Elvish. She spoke in perfectly accented, crystal clear Turkish. “Dil becerim gelişti! We got a basic language skill after watching TV!! I can understand everything and talk in your language now!”

Holy shit, she sounds like a girl from here already. WTHELL??

Before Eren could process the language skill, Mel jumped off the sofa and launched herself at him. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body tightly against his chest. She was a Level 20 Athlete and her physical strength nearly knocked him backward.

She rubbed her chest against him and looked up with heavily flushed cheeks. “I am so happy you are back,” she whispered in Turkish again, trying her absolute best to sound like the daring women she had been watching in Earth movies for the last three days. She was a young, isolated elf girl alone in a new universe with a powerful guy, and the Earth media had completely destroyed her filters.

“Mel,” Emily spoke like a good innocent boy.

The word was spoken in Elvish but the temperature of the room dropped ten degrees.

Mel froze. She slowly untangled her arms from Eren’s neck, took three big steps backward and suddenly found the carpet incredibly interesting. Her face was as red as a tomato.

“I… I was just showing him my new skill,” Mel mumbled and quickly grabbed her bowl of fries. “I will go watch this in the other room!”

Eren coughed into his fist to hide his smile while Emily just glared at the retreating girl.

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[Emily POV]

This world is absolutely insane. Emily sat on the edge of the ridiculously soft bed and ran her hand over the strange fabric of the blankets. Eren told her this was his childhood bedroom. The room smelled like him but an older and staler version.

She looked around the house and couldn’t help but shake her head. The past few hours had been a massive shock. The eight elderly elves and the two young ones who arrived before her were acting completely different. It was like they were entirely new people and she was the only one noticing it.

Back in Evon they had been quiet and lazy, just waiting out their days in fear of the forest. Here in this human world? They were sitting around the “television” box, arguing passionately about moving pictures and eating weird salty food.

Humans were so weak. Eren explained that an average human had stats around five to seven. Emily could probably slaughter a hundred of them before breaking a sweat but these fragile creatures had built towers of glass, flying metal birds and boxes that trapped light and sound.

It sparked something dangerous and exciting in the elves. Nimbo was already asking Eren how to make money to buy a “motorcycle.” A moving metal mount or something like that if she understood their alien words correctly.

It looks fun to ride actually. Emily didn’t want to mess with metal mounts yet though. She was pregnant and had to protect the baby.

She watched them from the hallway and smiled.

They realized how big the universe actually is. And they want a piece of it now…

“You ready?” Eren asked with a loving gaze and she could feel it all over her body.

He was wolfing her whole body with his eyes. She loved it!

He was leaning against the doorframe in fresh Earth clothes. He looked ridiculously handsome in a black jacket and dark pants.

He told her the human woman, Rosa, had prepared them before going to work. Eren muttered something about hating “Mondays” and how that Earth girl’s holidays ended, but Emily didn’t really care what day it was.

She just cared about how his wide shoulders stretched the dark fabric.

“I look weird,” Emily muttered and pulled at the hem of the girly pinkish dress. Eren had convinced her to wear it for the evening, saying Rosa left it behind, but Emily felt entirely weird. She had hidden her pointed ears under a thick black beanie hat.

Eren walked over, pulled her up by the waist and kissed her deeply. “You look beautiful. Come on, I’m taking you to a nice place.”

They walked out of the apartment building and into the cool evening air. Emily couldn’t stop looking at the streetlights. They were like captured stars on poles. Giant metal carriages roared past them on the black stone roads and she instinctively reached for her katana before remembering she left it upstairs.

Eren held her hand tightly. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles as they navigated the crowded streets.

They entered a restaurant that smelled like roasted meat and heavy spices. It was loud, bright and full of humans. Eren requested a table in the corner and they sat down.

A human female walked up to their table holding a small notebook. She was a few years older than Eren and wore a tight white shirt that showed an unnecessary amount of her chest.

“Eren?” the woman gasped. She completely ignored Emily. “Oh my god, is that you? I haven’t seen you in the neighborhood for months! Look at how big your shoulders got!”

The waitress leaned over the table and practically shoved her cleavage into Eren’s face.

I am going to cut her hands off.

Emily narrowed her eyes.

Eren leaned back slightly and gave a polite, awkward smile. “Hey. Yeah, I’ve been working out. We’re actually pretty hungry, can we order?”

Waitress finally glanced at Emily, gave her a dismissive up-and-down look and turned all her attention back to Eren. “Of course honey. I’ll make sure the chef gives you the best cuts. You should come by the bar later, I get off shift at eleven.”

Emily placed her hands flat on the table. Her eyes was pure ice. If she could talk in human language, she would talk with no funny way and say that woman to leave but she couldn’t sadly..

Waitress blinked, took a step back and quickly wrote down their orders before practically running back to the kitchen.

Eren burst out laughing and grabbed Emily’s hand across the table. “God, I love you.”

Emily kept a straight face for a few seconds before a proud smirk broke through. “She is lucky I don’t have my blade. Humans have no manners.”

They spent the next hour eating incredible food. Emily forced Eren to explain what every single ingredient was and laughed when he struggled to translate Earth cooking terms into Elvish.

Later that night as they walked back to the Eren’s human house under the glow of the city lights, Emily leaned her head against Eren’s shoulder. He was going back to the forest in an hour to fight orcs and grind his levels.

She was staying here…alone.

Emily looked up at the towering buildings and the endless stream of cars. She was a hunter who had never left her small village and now she had an entire alien world to conquer.

I think I’m going to like it here.

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