CHAPTER 448: AWKWARD (1/2)
—– A report from the invasion of the new world
So what she’s saying is that, Lewell, who is also Jezsere’s older brother, was killed by Sarkath, another older brother of Jezsere… With that in mind, I turned towards Paliseth and gave her a strange look.
One of your sons killed another one of your sons… don’t tell me you don’t know about this. Are you so hands-off that you won’t even meddle when it comes to your children killing each other? What kind of mother are you even? Actually…probably the kind that just killed her own son. Maybe he was just an accident, maybe even the dad is unknown.
Maybe I’m the one that’s being too demanding here?
“Sarkath and Lewell were both fighting over the position of Sword Dancer at the time.” Reyage suddenly broke his silence to explain. “It was a fair fight that only ended when Lewell made a mistake and died. But Sarkath ended up seriously injured as well.”
A fight over the position of Sword Dancer? Is that position really that rare? I know it’s an occupation that performs for the gods, but is it so coveted that you would kill someone else over it?
“Are Sword Dancers rare?”
Hearing that, Reyage suddenly gave me an awkward look and fell silent for a good long while. “They aren’t, actually. It’s just male Sword Dancers are rare…”
The moment he said the word male, I understood immediately.
So Sword Dancer’s aren’t the panda bears of Dark Elf society… it’s just the discrimination against males is so bad that male Sword Dancers can be considered rare. I mean, why would their goddess even want a wretched male performing for her, am I right? If you’re going to worship your deity, you obviously have to use the best. That’s just common sense.
Speaking of deities, isn’t it my godmother they are worshipping?
With regards to the position of Sword Dancer, it was only natural that the competition amongst males was fierce. This was an occupation that performed sword dances for the goddess herself. In some sense, they were servants of the goddess.
It was for that reason that the position of Sword Dancer would be so highly contested, and highly respected. The position itself had steep requirements for its holders. They had to be of good lineage, excellent looks, top-notch talent, and unquestionable faith.
The question then became: what were the benefits of the goddess’s favor?
The answer was laughably obvious… just look at Sarkath and his ability to transform into a black mist.
Strictly speaking however, not every Sword Dancer would be selected to perform for the goddess either. They had to first go through a rigorous selection before even being considered for the performance.
Either way, I finally understood why it seemed like male Sword Dancers were rare and why Sarkath even killed his brother for this position -to climb the corporate ladder!
What kind of man doesn’t yearn for higher office? A waste of space, that’s who! No, they aren’t even men at that point, they are just fish, salted fish to be exact.
“So what was the relationship between Lewell and that female human?” Now that one part of the mystery was solved, it was time to address the other.
“She should be considered Jezsere’s sister-in-law.” Jezsere answered in an unsure voice. Having said that, she threw a timid glance in the direction of her mother, as if she was afraid she would get punished for even saying that.
Sister-in-law?
I was stunned. Even though this possibility did occur to me, it was another matter entirely hearing it from her mouth. After all, the Dark Elves were extremely long-lived compared to humans. Assuming that Five-star female human did not advance any further, her lifespan would at most be a hundred or so. That’s not even a third of a normal Elf’s lifespan. Just based on that alone, it was hard for me to imagine how those two would ever fall in love. To borrow the words of a certain Sword Dancer, humans were wretched.