birthday

“By the way, how old is your mother?” At Azerin\'s birthday party, Gordon talks to his mother who is sitting in front of the birthday cake. That\'s what everyone gathered was wondering. \"That\'s right. I\'m 24 years old today.\" \"Yes, I won\'t lie. I\'m a clumsy dark elf.\" Sylvia, who was preparing candles, rushes in right away. “24 years old, 500 or 1000…” Zawa.... A dark elf with an exceptionally long lifespan. The people around me accepted it with some reluctance. \"Yes, yes. One big candle, maybe five.\" Sylvia may be used to her natural mother, but she doesn\'t care and tries to add more candles. \"Dark elves have a weak concept of time and age. I also learned about birthday celebrations for the first time when I went to the human country.\" \"Hmm, then it seems strange that your birthday is today.\" In the end, Sylvia prepares a single bottle and plays it lightly. \"No, that\'s clear. Sylvia, when you were born, I chose my birthday as your father\'s, Leon. It was the day Leon defeated me for the first time with just a sword.\" \"Oh, that\'s right. I didn\'t know that...\" It was probably the first time I heard that story. Sylvia is surprised with some emotion. \"And that\'s the day I conceived you.\" Sylvia froze, unable to panic after being hit by an incredible natural explosion attack.