I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 43 What?! The clan leader lost the fight for a man and is secretly crying under the covers.

"How can matters of love and affection between parents and children be trivial?"

Thran's tone was slow, yet somewhat serious.

"The clan leader studies the ways of nature; doesn't he know that reproduction and survival are the most fundamental meanings for the long-term existence of the race?"

Elune paused for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly, and murmured softly, "I...I understand a little."

"Does the clan chief still think this is a trivial matter?"

"...It shouldn't be." Elune lowered her head.

Thran continued, his voice softening.

"As for what the clan leader is worried about..."

"I believe that Prophet Lynn and Miss Leah are in love, and that I am the third party."

Elune looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with unease.

Seran looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his emerald eyes.

But after a moment, Thran spoke in a calm tone.

"Chief, although most of us elves follow the practice of monogamy, our ancestral rules have never strictly defined it."

According to ancient records, the Elf King of ancient times married over a hundred wives in order to continue the Elf bloodline.

"And we naturally call upon our ancestors, who are among them."

Upon hearing this secret, Elune's eyes widened in surprise.

Thran paused for a moment, then continued.

"And human nobles."

"Having three wives and four concubines is commonplace."

"Therefore, the clan leader need not be so hard on himself."

"Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, regardless of who came first."

"not to mention--"

She looked at Elune and said, word by word, "You and the Prophet Lynn have entered into a natural pact."

"In the eyes of the elves, that is a union witnessed by heaven and earth and mediated by nature, a symbol of consummation of marriage."

"But...that was an accident!" Elune hurriedly explained, her ears turning bright red.

"I was drunk, that's why...that's why I did such a stupid thing!"

"This...the responsibility lies with me. Mr. Lynn was..."

"Chieftain," Thran interrupted her, his gaze deep.

"Do you really think that, given Lynn's prophetic abilities, you could have entered into a natural contract that night if he hadn't wanted to?"

Elune was stunned.

"As a prophet, he is the source of all things and already knew of the coming of heavenly fire."

"Didn't he know what it meant to keep a late-night appointment with you that night?"

"Does he not know what's about to happen?"

"Does he not know the weight of the natural contract?"

Seran spoke slowly, his tone guiding.

Lynn: No... I really don't know anything except the last one.

Elune's eyes flickered slightly.

She recalled their meeting the next day; Lynn seemed to know a lot about the Natural Contract, and Elune seemed to have been enlightened by something.

"so!"

Seran took a deep breath.

Her voice became gentle yet firm.

"This incident may not be a simple accident or anyone's fault."

"It's more likely to be..."

"It is the guidance of nature, the trajectory already woven by the threads of fate."

"That old fellow Xihai is right about one thing—your union with the Prophet Lynn is recognized and blessed by nature."

"Receiving the recognition and blessings of nature..."

Elune murmured the same words over and over.

It was like a spring breeze blowing away the gloom in my heart, like the morning light illuminating the path in the mist.

At this moment, the lingering self-doubt and guilt suddenly loosened and dissipated.

Instead, there was a cautious, incredulous...joy.

If... if Elder Thrann really did say it...

If that night wasn't just about being drunk and confused.

If contracts are not just about binding responsibilities.

If there truly is a natural guide…

Does that mean...?

This implies her inexplicable concern for Mr. Lynn.

perhaps…

Perhaps it's not just wishful thinking or a joke?

Instead...

Or is it a marriage arranged by nature?

Seeing the renewed light in Elune's eyes, her slightly upturned lips and flushed cheeks, Thran sighed deeply and silently in his heart.

Silly child.

Of course, she wouldn't tell Elune about the other layer of worry she was carrying.

If it weren't for the unalterable natural covenant that bound their fates together, if the prophet Lynn hadn't truly done a great service to the settlement, and if he hadn't demonstrated extraordinary ability and responsibility...

Just based on the possessive Lya by his side, the potential for him to attract even more admiration in the future, and the potential dangers that his human identity might bring.

Thran would never want Elune, whom he had watched grow up and who was so outstanding, to be caught up in such complicated emotional entanglements.

Marry a man who is destined to have more than one partner.

For elves, who are naturally proud and have pure emotions, this may not be a good thing.

In the long years to come, there will inevitably be neglect, heartache, and bitterness that must be shared.

But she can't say these things now.

Seeing the light rekindled in Elune's eyes, seeing her fall for someone for the first time in four hundred years, and seeing her cry so miserably for the first time.

Thran could only suppress all his worries.

She reached out and gently patted Elune's hand, a reassuring smile on her face.

"Leave this matter to Elder Thran," she said in a relaxed tone, with the reassuring power unique to elders.

"I'll discuss this with those old guys from Xihai and plan it out properly."

"Chief, you should focus on managing the settlement's affairs and preparing for the underground city crisis."

"The rest... we'll handle."

Elune blinked her still-wet eyes, looked at Thran, and nodded obediently, just like when she was a child.

"Um."

Elune doesn't know how to pursue human men.

She didn't even quite understand how to handle this unfamiliar, passionate, and yet joyful and bewildering feeling.

But if what Elder Thran said is true…

If it really was a natural arrangement...

Perhaps she could try... to look forward to it?

after all.

The greatest arrangement is naturally arranged.

Thran looked at Elune's face, which had regained some of its radiance, and sighed inwardly, but his smile remained gentle.

"Okay, go wash your face and change your clothes."

"The elders are still waiting in the council hall. The matter of the underground city is the real priority right now."

Thran stood up, his tone slightly relaxed.

"Yes, Elder Thrann." Elune quickly stood up as well.

Although my eyes were still swollen and my mind was still in turmoil, the heavy, aching feeling had indeed dissipated considerably.

She watched Thran's retreating figure as he left the treehouse, her fingers unconsciously touching her heart.

There, the imprint left by the natural covenant still warms slightly.

It was as if it were echoing her heartbeat, which had become joyful again.

"I've received... nature's blessing..."

She murmured to herself, a very shallow, yet genuinely soft, curve appearing at the corners of her lips.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

The forest wind rustled through the leaves, bringing with it a distant, indistinct clamor.

It also seemed to bring a faint scent that belonged to that person.