An elf comes into the room, grabs my arm and tries to restrain me.
I think I'll just kill all the elves for now, kill the High Elves and suck out their memories.
I might manipulate at least one of them and use them as a cover.
I clench my fist to strike down the nearest elf.
"Wait!"
I was interrupted by a voice that interrupted me unexpectedly.
Who is it? It's a voice I don't recognise, at least not that I've heard before.
I look in the direction of the voice and see a translucent High Elf standing there.
Her gender is female.
She is the youngest of all the people here, if only in appearance.
She has a delicate body like an elf, a mild-looking face, and her eyes are a little droopy.
She even has a weeping face.
What can I say, she has a widow's aura.
The surrounding elves are also frozen in surprise.
It was the same for Millard and Manuel.
Who is this woman?
"What do you mean? You said this matter is discretionary with me. ......"
"I did say it was discretionary, but I didn't say you could do anything you wanted. Millard, what did you intend to do with this man?"
Millard takes one look at me and turns to the widow.
"Her Ladyship Madrail! Look at that water mirror! That is his true nature! That wicked figure! He will surely bring harm to this village!"
The woman called Madrail slightly scrunches up her face when she sees the mirror.
I don't care, but these guys are really rude.
Well, I don't know how I feel.
"Hmm... yesterday, I thought you were acting strangely, so I came to check on you and found that you were still like this. Millard. I understand what you mean. ...but it is against our teachings to humiliate those who have done nothing. Or do you think that just because you were chosen you are absolutely right?"
"But! He is my Brosdan... my son...!"
No, I didn't do anything to your Brosdan, did I?
That's a terrible accusation.
...And? What happens to me?
"Ah. Sorry to interrupt all the excitement, but what's going to happen to me?"
Well, to be honest, I'm not a hair's breadth interested in the argument in front of me, so can you decide if you're going to fight or not?
"...First of all, I apologise for the rudeness of my people."
"Don't be like that. Can you please clarify whether I can leave or not?"
I say grumpily, for the time being, as a sign of intimidation.
Madrair looks up at my attitude and coughs to make up for it.
"Well... er... Mr Roe, is that right?"
I nod anyway.
"Thank you. I am Madrail. I am a druid in the central village."
I silently urge you to go on.
"In lieu of an apology, would you be so kind as to come to the central village? We would like to welcome you as our guest..."
What is she saying?
Suddenly, she flips him off and says, "Yes. Okay, I forgive you!" There's no way she's going to say that!
This woman who came out of nowhere is also too suspicious.
If I look closely, I can see that the magic stone buried in the wall is glowing.
The reason it's transparent is because it's an image.
It seems that she is sending images through the magic stones on the wall from here.
It's amazing.
It's a fantasy world, but they're doing something like science fiction.
Anyway, there's no way I can believe that they want to apologise or something.
What's she up to?
"Do you expect me to believe that after being told I'm going to be thrown in jail, you're going to turn around and apologise?"
"You!"
"You're disrespectful to Madreir-sama!"
The elf who came in with Manuel raises his voice, but I don't care.
Which one is rude?
I ...... first, no, I entered the premises without permission, so maybe it's me ...... who's rude?
Yes.
Maybe I should change my attitude a bit.
"I'd like to say......, but it's not worth dragging out something that's already done, so let's let bygones be bygones. As for me, I'd prefer if you just kicked me out with an open mind. ......"
I've decided to soften my attitude a little.
"I'd appreciate it if you could come, as I have a position to fill. Besides, I'd like to ask you some questions, so I'd really like you to come to the centre..."
"If you have questions, you can ask them here."
"You can come to the central village by all means."
"All right. Then let's talk about it in person."
Madrair looked overtly relieved and said, 'I'll see you later then' and disappeared.
I looked around and said.
"Well, that's what it seems to be about, so please show me around."
This forest was a veritable magical land overrun by a variety of monsters.
Many of the monsters are territorial and will attack as soon as someone invades their territory.
Moreover, all of them are so formidable that it is difficult to win without sacrifice.
Under these circumstances, the elves moved to this forest.
They were forced to leave their former homes and drifted here.
Unable to return to the north, they continued south and managed to establish themselves in some parts of the forest.
However, the road ahead is also a difficult one, and they struggle with further realities.
There are many different problems, the most acute of which is the problem of food.
Their territory at the time was not very large, and without the technology to produce food, they had to take risks to enter other monsters' territory and risk their lives to procure food.
One by one, they lost their lives in battles with monsters.
Unable to bear such a life, some began to part company and head further south.
The number of elves was decreasing day by day.
In the midst of all this, there was one person who dramatically changed their lives.
That is Rikkhard, the king who now rules the elves.
He was one of those who had originally left them for the south, but had grown up strong in the mountains and returned with a wealth of knowledge.
Rikkhard has the charisma and talent to lead others and bring many things to the village.
The elves around him soon came to believe in him and followed him as he continued to accumulate solid and steady achievements, even if they were small things in isolation, such as growing edible plants such as nuts and mushrooms, and reviewing his fighting methods.
-We can do it ourselves if we follow this man.
The elves put so much trust in him that they felt they could do well if they followed him.
Even with his skills, life was difficult and the number of deaths decreased but did not disappear.
Rikkhard did not show it, but it is said that he was very worried.
He had just had a child at the time, and the fact that the child was suffering from hunger was probably a major reason.
Then something changed in his life.
Rikkhard heard "the voice of the angel".
At first everyone was sceptical.
They wondered if he had gone mad.
But they were not.
Rikhard demonstrates new knowledge one after another and improves life with his almost revolutionary skills.
The technology of building buildings on trees to protect them from foreign enemies and encouraging the cultivation of edible plants.
A new method of magic with a different system of technology.
Not only did he find that some people considered him sacred, but also a growing number of people began to receive 'revelations' and were given knowledge and roles in the same way.
Their bodies were transformed and they were reborn as a new species.
"That is how we, the High Elves, came to be."
"I see. Interesting story."
I listened to Madrair's story as I tucked into the meal in front of me.
The menu was like vegetarian food with mushrooms and wildflowers as the main ingredients, but it was tasty enough.
The first time I went to the restaurant, I was listening to Madrair, who was sitting opposite me, talk about the High Elves, because I didn't want to eat in silence.
I moved from the western village to the central village soon after that, and Madrail came to meet me and took me to where I am now.
The place where I am now is her house, where I say I'm hungry and just have a meal like this.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Yes, go ahead."
"What exactly are these revelations and what exactly are they about?"
"Well, yes. It's like being gently wrapped in something big... First of all, there's a sense of security. In addition to that, all sorts of knowledge just pops into my head. Before I knew it, I was a High Elf."
...Ho.
The more I hear about it, the more it sounds like a stinker.
I've been treated to a meal, so let's get this over with.
"Thank you. It was an interesting story. So? You said you had something you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh? You are a very impatient gentleman. Why don't you enjoy a little conversation? Because of my position, I don't have many people with whom I can have this kind of casual conversation, so it's a bit refreshing and enjoyable."
"Is that so? I'm honoured to have someone like you say that."
I reply with a snicker inwardly.
This fellow is as familiar as a prostitute touting for a job.
I admit that she's beautiful, but if I snuggle up to her with a dumbfounded attitude, most men will fall... will I fall?
If it's the 'thing' that I obliterated in the frontier prison, it's an instant fallout.
On the contrary, she might start saying that she might have a crush on me.
She's a true idiot who gets excited just because someone is a bit nice to her in the sex industry.
Don't you know the word "lip service"?
No, it's not good.
I feel uncomfortable when I remember.
Let's switch.
"It's my nature to not be able to sleep when there's something on my mind."
"I see. Then, be my guest. Mr Roe, I hear you're from the south."
Nod.
"Then do you know anything about the goblins who are attacking the elves?"
"I'd like you to be a bit more specific. It's too vague."
"...... Yes, I see.......I would like to know what you have seen and heard through the goblin realm, such as their layout, purpose, etc."
...In short, you want me to tell you whatever you want to know?
I'm at a loss.
I don't know how to answer that.
An elf comes into the room, grabs my arm and tries to restrain me.
I think I'll just kill all the elves for now, kill the High Elves and suck out their memories.
I might manipulate at least one of them and use them as a cover.
I clench my fist to strike down the nearest elf.
"Wait!"
I was interrupted by a voice that interrupted me unexpectedly.
Who is it? It's a voice I don't recognise, at least not that I've heard before.
I look in the direction of the voice and see a translucent High Elf standing there.
Her gender is female.
She is the youngest of all the people here, if only in appearance.
She has a delicate body like an elf, a mild-looking face, and her eyes are a little droopy.
She even has a weeping face.
What can I say, she has a widow's aura.
The surrounding elves are also frozen in surprise.
It was the same for Millard and Manuel.
Who is this woman?
"What do you mean? You said this matter is discretionary with me. ......"
"I did say it was discretionary, but I didn't say you could do anything you wanted. Millard, what did you intend to do with this man?"
Millard takes one look at me and turns to the widow.
"Her Ladyship Madrail! Look at that water mirror! That is his true nature! That wicked figure! He will surely bring harm to this village!"
The woman called Madrail slightly scrunches up her face when she sees the mirror.
I don't care, but these guys are really rude.
Well, I don't know how I feel.
"Hmm... yesterday, I thought you were acting strangely, so I came to check on you and found that you were still like this. Millard. I understand what you mean. ...but it is against our teachings to humiliate those who have done nothing. Or do you think that just because you were chosen you are absolutely right?"
"But! He is my Brosdan... my son...!"
No, I didn't do anything to your Brosdan, did I?
That's a terrible accusation.
...And? What happens to me?
"Ah. Sorry to interrupt all the excitement, but what's going to happen to me?"
Well, to be honest, I'm not a hair's breadth interested in the argument in front of me, so can you decide if you're going to fight or not?
"...First of all, I apologise for the rudeness of my people."
"Don't be like that. Can you please clarify whether I can leave or not?"
I say grumpily, for the time being, as a sign of intimidation.
Madrair looks up at my attitude and coughs to make up for it.
"Well... er... Mr Roe, is that right?"
I nod anyway.
"Thank you. I am Madrail. I am a druid in the central village."
I silently urge you to go on.
"In lieu of an apology, would you be so kind as to come to the central village? We would like to welcome you as our guest..."
What is she saying?
Suddenly, she flips him off and says, "Yes. Okay, I forgive you!" There's no way she's going to say that!
This woman who came out of nowhere is also too suspicious.
If I look closely, I can see that the magic stone buried in the wall is glowing.
The reason it's transparent is because it's an image.
It seems that she is sending images through the magic stones on the wall from here.
It's amazing.
It's a fantasy world, but they're doing something like science fiction.
Anyway, there's no way I can believe that they want to apologise or something.
What's she up to?
"Do you expect me to believe that after being told I'm going to be thrown in jail, you're going to turn around and apologise?"
"You!"
"You're disrespectful to Madreir-sama!"
The elf who came in with Manuel raises his voice, but I don't care.
Which one is rude?
I ...... first, no, I entered the premises without permission, so maybe it's me ...... who's rude?
Yes.
Maybe I should change my attitude a bit.
"I'd like to say......, but it's not worth dragging out something that's already done, so let's let bygones be bygones. As for me, I'd prefer if you just kicked me out with an open mind. ......"
I've decided to soften my attitude a little.
"I'd appreciate it if you could come, as I have a position to fill. Besides, I'd like to ask you some questions, so I'd really like you to come to the centre..."
"If you have questions, you can ask them here."
"You can come to the central village by all means."
"All right. Then let's talk about it in person."
Madrair looked overtly relieved and said, 'I'll see you later then' and disappeared.
I looked around and said.
"Well, that's what it seems to be about, so please show me around."
This forest was a veritable magical land overrun by a variety of monsters.
Many of the monsters are territorial and will attack as soon as someone invades their territory.
Moreover, all of them are so formidable that it is difficult to win without sacrifice.
Under these circumstances, the elves moved to this forest.
They were forced to leave their former homes and drifted here.
Unable to return to the north, they continued south and managed to establish themselves in some parts of the forest.
However, the road ahead is also a difficult one, and they struggle with further realities.
There are many different problems, the most acute of which is the problem of food.
Their territory at the time was not very large, and without the technology to produce food, they had to take risks to enter other monsters' territory and risk their lives to procure food.
One by one, they lost their lives in battles with monsters.
Unable to bear such a life, some began to part company and head further south.
The number of elves was decreasing day by day.
In the midst of all this, there was one person who dramatically changed their lives.
That is Rikkhard, the king who now rules the elves.
He was one of those who had originally left them for the south, but had grown up strong in the mountains and returned with a wealth of knowledge.
Rikkhard has the charisma and talent to lead others and bring many things to the village.
The elves around him soon came to believe in him and followed him as he continued to accumulate solid and steady achievements, even if they were small things in isolation, such as growing edible plants such as nuts and mushrooms, and reviewing his fighting methods.
-We can do it ourselves if we follow this man.
The elves put so much trust in him that they felt they could do well if they followed him.
Even with his skills, life was difficult and the number of deaths decreased but did not disappear.
Rikkhard did not show it, but it is said that he was very worried.
He had just had a child at the time, and the fact that the child was suffering from hunger was probably a major reason.
Then something changed in his life.
Rikkhard heard "the voice of the angel".
At first everyone was sceptical.
They wondered if he had gone mad.
But they were not.
Rikhard demonstrates new knowledge one after another and improves life with his almost revolutionary skills.
The technology of building buildings on trees to protect them from foreign enemies and encouraging the cultivation of edible plants.
A new method of magic with a different system of technology.
Not only did he find that some people considered him sacred, but also a growing number of people began to receive 'revelations' and were given knowledge and roles in the same way.
Their bodies were transformed and they were reborn as a new species.
"That is how we, the High Elves, came to be."
"I see. Interesting story."
I listened to Madrair's story as I tucked into the meal in front of me.
The menu was like vegetarian food with mushrooms and wildflowers as the main ingredients, but it was tasty enough.
The first time I went to the restaurant, I was listening to Madrair, who was sitting opposite me, talk about the High Elves, because I didn't want to eat in silence.
I moved from the western village to the central village soon after that, and Madrail came to meet me and took me to where I am now.
The place where I am now is her house, where I say I'm hungry and just have a meal like this.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Yes, go ahead."
"What exactly are these revelations and what exactly are they about?"
"Well, yes. It's like being gently wrapped in something big... First of all, there's a sense of security. In addition to that, all sorts of knowledge just pops into my head. Before I knew it, I was a High Elf."
...Ho.
The more I hear about it, the more it sounds like a stinker.
I've been treated to a meal, so let's get this over with.
"Thank you. It was an interesting story. So? You said you had something you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh? You are a very impatient gentleman. Why don't you enjoy a little conversation? Because of my position, I don't have many people with whom I can have this kind of casual conversation, so it's a bit refreshing and enjoyable."
"Is that so? I'm honoured to have someone like you say that."
I reply with a snicker inwardly.
This fellow is as familiar as a prostitute touting for a job.
I admit that she's beautiful, but if I snuggle up to her with a dumbfounded attitude, most men will fall... will I fall?
If it's the 'thing' that I obliterated in the frontier prison, it's an instant fallout.
On the contrary, she might start saying that she might have a crush on me.
She's a true idiot who gets excited just because someone is a bit nice to her in the sex industry.
Don't you know the word "lip service"?
No, it's not good.
I feel uncomfortable when I remember.
Let's switch.
"It's my nature to not be able to sleep when there's something on my mind."
"I see. Then, be my guest. Mr Roe, I hear you're from the south."
Nod.
"Then do you know anything about the goblins who are attacking the elves?"
"I'd like you to be a bit more specific. It's too vague."
"...... Yes, I see.......I would like to know what you have seen and heard through the goblin realm, such as their layout, purpose, etc."
...In short, you want me to tell you whatever you want to know?
I'm at a loss.
I don't know how to answer that.
