Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating

Chapter 90 The story of the Minya family

When renting a house, I believe I mentioned the need for a background check.

The landlord of my house has become me.

Gid-san serves as my guarantor and is treated as a resident in my house.

This way, Gid-san avoids undergoing a detailed background check.

Minya and her mother, Melun-san, know that Gid-san is their guarantor.

Initially, my mother Tomaria was my guarantor.

But she is no longer around, so now Dridon is my guarantor.

I’m actually indebted to that old man.

That’s why I can rent a house of this caliber.

My personal transaction records in the guild are not bad, and my conduct is also not a problem.

That’s how things are.

The fact that Gid-san and his family are elves and have some issues should be known to the guild leader and others.

I don’t think it has gone completely unnoticed.

Initially, I didn’t think much of it, but it all became clear when I found out about the Duke of Salvatoria from the Titania Holy Kingdom. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

A while ago, during a class about religious organizations, Gid-san, who is involved in the matter, accurately explained the situation to the students from an outsider’s perspective. Gid-san keeps his elven identity a secret by wearing a hood. It’s not strange for humans to have blonde hair, so it doesn’t raise any suspicions. Besides, many people don’t remove their hoods, especially the elderly ones with thinning hair.

“The Elven Kingdom has the Raffalier Church and the Titania Orthodox Church,” he said.

“Is that so?” asked Minya, looking intrigued.

The establishment of the Raffalier Church dates back to ancient times, and the Titania Orthodox Church is believed to have been founded around the same period. It’s difficult to determine which one is older, even for the Elven Kingdom. If the elves themselves can’t figure it out, it’s unlikely that humans would know. The headquarters of the Titania Orthodox Church is in the Titania Holy Kingdom of the Elven Kingdom, and in the distant past, even the royal family of Titania had faith in it. In the Titania Orthodox Church, elves are considered superior to humans and are seen as guides for humanity. On the other hand, the headquarters of the Raffalier Church is in the Eldberim Theocracy, where humans make up the majority of believers. Equality for all humanity is their motto, although in practice, beastfolk are still looked down upon.

Naturally, my kingdom, the Melria Kingdom, follows the Raffalier Church. This sparked the so-called “original” and “main branch” war, leading to numerous clashes. The conflict between elves and humans persisted for a long time. However, eight hundred years ago, the Titania royal family made the decision that it was “futile” and converted to the Raffalier Church. The hidden royal family also followed suit. This became known as the “Church Sect Futility Declaration.” However, the naive half-elves still believe that they are superior to humanity and are meant to guide them. They unquestionably believe in this notion, as their self-esteem depends on it.

As a result, many of the nobles in the Titania Holy Kingdom still refuse to convert from being followers of the Titania Orthodox Church. It has been eight centuries, and the Elven Kingdom has yet to resolve this internal issue.

It is said that there is a strained relationship between the church faction of the Duchy of Salvatoria and the orthodox church faction of the nobles.

Moreover, since Trieste City is naturally aligned with the church faction, it goes without saying that they protect and conceal the information about the elves associated with the Duchy of Salvatoria. Therefore, even though the lord receives arrest warrants listing nobles who fled from the Elven Kingdom to the Duchy of Salvatoria, they completely ignore them and pretend they know nothing.

After all, they are on the other side of the mountains. It is unlikely that they will launch an attack, unlike the elite elven knight order of the Duchy of Salvatoria.

That’s the rumor circulating in the city.

So, in Trieste City, there are actually quite a few elves, more than people would think. Among them, it seems that there are several individuals with questionable backgrounds who have escaped from Salvatoria.

This fact is taboo outside the city’s residents.

It seems to be common knowledge to this extent.

Indeed, when you live in the slums, there are many things you are unaware of.

Gid-san’s discussions on history, geography, and politics are detailed and interesting, as he is directly involved. Maybe it’s not appropriate to say it’s “interesting,” but it’s better than having no interest at all.

Minya doesn’t seem very interested. She’s not picking her nose today.

Lania is leaning forward with great curiosity, her eyes wide open and her ears perked up.

Ciel is nodding along, at least pretending to listen, but it seems like the information is going in one ear and out the other through that adorable right ear of hers.

In other words, the fact that Gid-san and the others are present around the lord and guild leader is being tacitly accepted.

They probably want to avoid prying too much. If they don’t know, there’s nothing to be said about it.

In that case, even if the neighbors know, they can simply say, “We don’t know, we have no idea.”

It may seem like they’re inviting trouble, but from Trieste City’s perspective, it’s only natural to protect the people who supported Eldania next door. There’s no reason to be on friendly terms with those who attack under the false charge of treason.

There was no reason to antagonize the enemy.

And so, the issue arises as to whether the elves in the city belong to the church faction or the orthodox church faction.

Late in the night festival…..

“So, you’re Ed, the black-haired, black-eyed guy who defeated the Goblin King.”

“Um, yes, that’s me.”

“You’re young, but you seem quite capable.”

“Oh, uh, thank you very much. I was desperate, but somehow managed.”

“You’re modest as well. Looks like you’re destined for greatness. Keep up the good work.”

Suddenly, an older brother approached and started a conversation.

This person has the same rare combination of black hair and black eyes as me.

“I am Mark Erendon, the Honorable Baron.”

“Um, um, I’m Ed.”