Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 91
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Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating
Chapter 91 Rapunzel Sisters
This older brother stands out with his armor that resembles a knight’s, and there are three girls accompanying him who make me go, “Hmm.”
They are three incredibly beautiful elves, most likely sisters, accompanying him.
Even with their outfits hidden beneath poncho coats, it’s clear that they have large bosoms.
Their long, beautiful golden hair extends from their heads down to their waists.
Their waists are slender, and their silhouettes make it evident that they have ample backsides.
I always thought that elves had small bosoms, but it seems that’s not always the case.
The poncho coats are short, reaching above their knees, resembling mini-skirted dresses.
Their faces are undoubtedly those of beautiful girls. Their ears are noticeably pointed and elongated.
“Um…”
Though I couldn’t quite find the right words to ask, it seemed like he understood what I meant when I stumbled over my words.
“Oh, they are the Rapunzel Sisters.”
“The Rapunzel Sisters?”
“Yes. Don’t you know? They are a trio of beautiful elven sisters.”
“Well, I don’t receive much information about what’s happening around while living in the slums. I apologize.”
“I see, that makes sense. In a place like this. Sorry about that.”
“Oh, it’s alright, really.”
Speaking of Rapunzel, it’s a story about being locked in a tower and letting down her long hair for a prince to climb up and have a secret rendezvous. In this world, there’s a similar tale, so we call them the Rapunzel Sisters for convenience.
And so, they are the elven sisters.
“I’ll acknowledge you as one of us. All three of them will formally greet you, Ed, because you’re special.”
“Understood.”
“Yes…”
They all nodded at each other, then gently opened their poncho coats and took them off, stowing them away in a magic bag.
Underneath the ponchos, they were dressed in lightweight dress armor.
There were metal breastplates and mini-skirts.
Their elven-specific, beautiful, translucent fair skin was slightly visible.
Overall, the metal had a platinum hue, and the fabric was a light shade of green, similar to pale aquamarine. Green suits elves.
There were small ribbon decorations above their chests.
The eldest sister had a red ribbon, the second sister had a pink one, and the youngest sister had an orange one. The rest were identical.
The ribbons had vivid colors and stood out quite a bit.
Their legs were adorned with pale green knee-high socks, and the absolute territory was dazzling.
To put it simply, they looked quite expensive.
It seemed like they had serious metal adornments and enchantments, enhancing their defensive capabilities, as if they were something nobles would use.
“It seems that noble elven women all grow their hair long. Across the mountains, that is.”
“Really?”
“Now, let’s exchange greetings.”
All three of them curtsied in unison.
They playfully tugged on the hems of their mini-skirts and tilted their heads cutely.
They smiled at me.
The way they blushed and their faces and ears turned red, it was reminiscent of an innocent young girl and incredibly adorable.
“I am Marianne, the eldest.”
“I am Miliarif, the second.”
“I am Socrasia, the youngest.”
“Please kiss our hands.”
The eldest extends her right hand’s back to me.
Naturally, I have to approach to do so. My heart races as I get closer to her dress armor and fair white skin.
And then, a sweet, peach-like fragrance, unique to girls around high school age, emanates from them, making me feel dizzy.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
In a state of detachment, I emptied my mind and dropped kisses mechanically, as if it were a task. With firm determination, I carried out the task with a unified focus.
Everyone was around me.
Beside me, Minya, Lania, and Ciel were already waiting, their faces blushing as they gazed absentmindedly at the elven ladies. They must have been captivated by their beauty.
And a little further away were Gid and Melun.
Melun and Minya had been away from me receiving treatment until just now, but it was already finished. During the treatment, there was a line of young adventurers in front of Minya, so it was a rather amusing sight.
“How do you find my esteemed comrades?” Gid asked.
“Oh, yes! They are incredibly beautiful, stunning,” I replied.
“Is that so? That’s what they say.”
“Thank you… Ed-sama,” they said hesitantly, their cheeks slightly flushed. They were incredibly cute.
Perhaps due to the praise or feeling a bit embarrassed, their gaze wandered slightly.
Oh, their eyes stopped. Their faces turned red.
Following their line of sight, it was Gid.
Gid lowered his gaze and discreetly raised his hand as if to not draw attention. In response, the three sisters widened their eyes and then narrowed them, softly nodding in approval.
“Um, Mark.”
“What is it?”
“Tomorrow morning, we have a brief matter to attend to. Could you spare some time for us?”
“I see. Well, sure. It’s not urgent or anything.”
“Thank you.”
The sisters bow together.
“Well then, let’s consider tomorrow morning as free time. I’ll accompany you as well.”
“Understood.”
“Let’s head back, then.”
The three sisters gently put on their poncho coats to conceal their outfits from the lingering gazes they’ve been receiving.
The number of glances from those men has become quite hard to count.
Marianne, the eldest sister, softly asks me.
“Excuse me, Ed-sama, about that elf lady?”
“Oh, I can’t really mention her name. Why?”
“Well, she’s an acquaintance of mine.”
“I see. May I ask, rather impolitely, if she belongs to the church faction or the orthodox church faction?”
“She belongs to the church faction. Please, align with Gid-sama.”
Mark nods in agreement from behind.
“They are definitely part of the church faction. I can vouch for that.”
“Alright, tomorrow morning, come to my place early. We’ll meet at a café called Elfir.”
“Understood. I will definitely, without fail, come. Marianne here, I swear on my life.”
“Well, please take care of your life.”
“Uh, y-yes.”
And thus, we arranged to meet at my place tomorrow morning.





































