Little Moments of Happiness (Part 1)

The negotiations between Frog and the boss took about two or three days. During this time, Galan was on tenterhooks. After all, he was the one who proposed to bring the two of them together. If they really wanted to ask him to increase the daily supply, he really didn't know how to refuse.

After all, Galan really didn't want to be confined to the shop every day because of this.

He and Lia had just confessed their feelings to each other and announced their relationship.

Right now, Galan wants to spend more time with Lia, to be with her more, and to get to know her better.

To be honest, whether in the future or now, I don't know Lia very well.

Or perhaps they never really tried to understand her at all.

Looking back now, it really was my fault. Now that I have this opportunity and these conditions, I should make the most of this time to make up for it.

Fitz was also gripped by fear.

That day, after Galan walked into the storage room and told Fitz, who was doing research, about this matter, Fitz, with his intelligence, immediately realized how terrifying it was and made the extreme decision to break them up.

Unfortunately, Galan stopped it and it couldn't be implemented.

After calming down, both Galan and he realized that their comfortable days were over and what awaited them was the ruthless exploitation by Black-Hearted Merchants.

Leaving aside Galan, Fitz's tolerance level is so low that he can't even be bothered to cook two batches a day, let alone what will happen in the future.

I suspect that at some point he was already preparing to pack up and run away.

After all, it doesn't matter where you do your research; perhaps you could hide at Galan's place and snag a bed to survive. However, this idea was immediately and firmly rejected by Galan. On one hand, he absolutely did not want to share a bed with Fitz, that unkempt person, not even the same room. On the other hand, if Fitz ran away, wouldn't all the responsibility fall on his shoulders?

Galan can't run away. His only reason for being able to stay in this world is thanks to Frog. If he just runs away, where can he go?

You can't exactly go up to Serie and ask her if you can live in the Palace, can you?

Even if the other person doesn't care, I just can't bring myself to ask.

Besides, Serie hasn't returned because of the [Continental Magic Association] incident, so who else can she turn to for help?

After looking at it all, it seems that there's no better approach than to wait and see.

"Galan seems unhappy?"

Suddenly, a faint scent of margarita wafted from her neck to her nose. Galan turned her head slightly and saw that Lia had rested her head on his shoulder at some point.

Golden strands of hair cascaded down Galan's back, creating a subtle, ticklish sensation.

Because it was too cold outside, neither of them went out. Lia didn't stay in her room either, but instead picked up a herbal medicine book from Galan's room and started reading.

In the Elf settlement, things like books are very precious shared property, so in the past she often had to wait several months to read a book. But this also fostered Lia's curiosity about books, and now that she sees one, she can't help but want to pick it up and read it.

The room is heated by a fireplace, and the temperature is just right, making it very comfortable.

Today, Lia was only wearing a light white tank top, looking extremely innocent, just like the junior schoolmate next door who went to the same school as her. She would unintentionally do some playful and cute things.

She was currently lying on Galan's back, one hand holding a book, the other around Galan's neck, tilting her head and looking at him with some confusion.

It seemed that the other person had been absent-minded since earlier, and it was unclear what they were thinking.

"No, it's just some trivial matters. I wonder if Frog will get very busy starting with this collaboration with the boss..."

Does Galan want his life to be busy?

"How could that be? No normal person would like that, okay? I just want to live a simple life, I don't have such lofty ambitions as them."

Galan sighed helplessly. At first, he didn't want to complain, but he figured that even if he did, Lia probably wouldn't care, so he stopped worrying.

He wrapped his arm around Lia's slender waist and pressed her down onto the pillow, while he lay down on his side next to her, closing his eyes as if he were somewhat tired.

"I just want to live a simple, peaceful life with you, every day, and I don't want to get involved in any more trouble," Galan said.

He suddenly realized that his action had been a bit too aggressive, so he quietly withdrew his hand and opened his eyes to see how Lia would react to his actions. However, as an Elf, she didn't seem to be too affected by his behavior, only slightly surprised.

"If all you wanted was to live that kind of life, why is Galan so strong?"

To Galan's surprise, as soon as he pulled his hand back, Lia wrapped her arm around his waist, seemingly thinking that this action was normal for the two of them and wanted to try it too.

I never imagined things would come to this, that I would be the first to blush because of these intimate gestures.

Galan smiled bitterly to himself, feeling that he was far too unmanly.

"I'm not that strong... To be honest, I don't think I'm strong at all. If I were really strong enough, I could have saved you all by myself when we first met, and I wouldn't have needed Lancelot's help later. And the same goes for the time with Rivale, without Serie..."

"Even so, Galan, you're already very strong."

Lia made a sound of confusion, seemingly feeling that Galan was underestimating her.

"That Demon General so powerful that even the strongest warriors in the village couldn't defeat him by working together, yet Galan managed to hold him off for so long all by himself. Isn't that impressive enough?"

"And then there's that [Bloodstained War God] Rivale, who's known as the strongest warrior among the Demons. Just the fact that he survived a direct confrontation is already quite remarkable."

As Elf had lived for hundreds of years, Lia naturally knew how terrifying the strength of these powerful Demons was, which is why she was so puzzled by Galan's self-deprecating behavior.

After listening, Galan realized that it seemed to be true.

The opponents I've encountered are mostly high-level Demons, and some are even top-tier warriors like Rivale. It's truly my own skill that I've survived this long.