Are Names in Other Worlds Always This Long?

Hearing Shimada Yousuke's words, the Elf Maiden was clearly anxious too, because the meaning she wanted to convey was obviously not like that at all, but this Half-beastman didn't seem too bright and had completely twisted her intent.

Even being misunderstood by Shimada Yousuke didn't matter much—the Elf Maiden hadn't cared too much about it anyway, since she wasn't familiar with him. What worried her was that Yoru Machi might also twist her meaning, so she turned to look at him with a tense expression.

"Yousuke, actually, you can't say it like that..." When she heard Yoru Machi respond this way, the Elf Maiden inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. At least Yoru Machi was different from this Half-beastman and hadn't twisted her meaning.

But just as the Elf Maiden was thinking this, the second half of Yoru Machi's sentence nearly made her explode with rage.

"You can't really say it like that either. After all, she's a rich boss; it's normal for her to have a bit of a strange temper. As long as she pays, I don't care how she treats me."

For saving her from the Poisonous Demon Dragon, the Elf Maiden felt she had clearly expressed her gratitude just now. It was just that her personality made her less direct, but as long as someone wasn't an idiot, they should have been able to tell.

Yet the two fellows in front of her were clearly not normal people. One was completely money-grubbing, and the other was seriously analyzing it before nodding in agreement.

"I see. So this is a special mission based entirely on monetary rewards. You can completely ignore the attitude of the characters in the plot, as long as you get the reward, right? Indeed, it's just a fleeting encounter. As long as you complete the mission and get the reward, everything else is secondary."

Hearing Shimada Yousuke's serious analysis, the Elf Maiden was left speechless. "I see" your watermelon—she, the person in question, was right here. Was it appropriate to say something like that in front of her?

"My name is Su Cui Luki Zageru Neru Rureia Aguranzeruga Elga. As you can see, I am an Elf. Yoru Machi, remember this name well. We will meet again."

The Elf Maiden had originally wanted to learn more about Yoru Machi, but with this Half-beastman here, she felt the conversation was hard to continue. So after stating her name, she planned to leave first.

But when they heard the Elf Maiden's name, both Yoru Machi and Shimada Yousuke were instantly stunned. A name of such absurd length was something they had never encountered before. And for her to ask Yoru Machi to remember it—that was really asking too much of him.

"Wait, wait. That name of yours—can you say it again? I didn't catch it just now."

"Su Cui Luki Zageru Neru Rureia Aguranzeruga Elga. Do you remember it now?"

Yoru Machi: "(￣￣) Yousuke, did you remember it?"

Shimada Yousuke: "(;) Was she just doing something—chanting a magic spell?"

Even though the Elf Maiden had stated her name twice, Yoru Machi still couldn't remember it. But honestly, it wasn't his fault. Kidō incantations weren't short either, and he could remember those, but the key was that they were at least complete sentences.

The Elf Maiden's name, however, was not only long but also made up of unrelated pieces stitched together, like a Buddhist sutra. Who could remember that? And every time he addressed her, he'd have to recite such a long string of names. Yoru Machi even feared that someone with short breath might bite their tongue.

If there was ever a scene where someone was dying and leaving a final message, just saying that name twice would leave no chance to say anything else...

"I see. So your name is Cui. That's a very nice name."

Elf Maiden: "(~_~;) Not Cui, but Su Cui Luki Zageru Neru Rureia Aguranzeruga Elga."

Yoru Machi: "Alright, I understand, Cui."

"Are you deliberately messing with me? I told you, it's not Cui, it's Su Cui Luki Zageru Neru Rureia Aguranzeru..."

"Cui, do you know? Cui means jadeite, just like the beauty of your eyes. And where I'm from, only trusted friends give each other nicknames and call each other by them. You can also call me Yoru Machi. Is that okay, Cui?"

The Elf Maiden was about to emphasize her point again, but Yoru Machi cut her off. After understanding the meaning behind his words, the Elf Maiden... no, Cui's face visibly flushed red.

"If that's the case, then there's no helping it. It's not that I asked you to do this—you're the one who insisted on giving me a nickname."

Leaving behind that remark, the Elf Maiden Cui turned and left. As she turned, she even stumbled and nearly fell, whether from excessive shyness or because her magic power was depleted and her body was weak.

But in any case, neither of the two steel-straight men present paid much attention to her departure. In their eyes, the Elf Maiden's original name was far too inconvenient, and calling her Cui now was much better.

"Yoru Machi, it's been about ten days, and you're still as strong as ever. Have you already taken down the Poisonous Demon Dragon that lives here?"

Shimada Yousuke had come here originally to hunt the Poisonous Demon Dragon too, but not through the Adventurer's Guild's commission. He had simply learned of its existence, considered it a boss, and came to defeat it for leveling up and loot.

"See that corpse over there? That's it. I don't know what's going on—this Poisonous Demon Dragon is clearly dead as can be, but the poison mist it sprayed earlier is still lingering all around. If I don't find a way to clear this mist, the villagers who commissioned me might refuse to pay."

Looking at the purple poison mist surrounding them, Yoru Machi regretted not stopping the Elf Maiden Cui from leaving earlier. Kidō had no purification techniques, so he was at a loss for how to deal with the mist enveloping the area.

"If it's about clearing this mist, I can do it. Wind Magic—Gale Carry!"

Under Yoru Machi's slightly surprised gaze, Shimada Yousuke first chanted an extremely long incantation, and then a strong wind began to blow around them. This wind wasn't random; it blew from all directions toward the center.

Poison mist is gas, so under the force of the wind, it naturally moved. The wind from all sides quickly compressed the surrounding mist into a sphere. This compressed sphere of poison mist was then fully collected into a glass bottle that Shimada Yousuke took out. According to him, it might come in handy when facing enemies in the future.