Chapter 158
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I let out a sigh as I look at the pile of unmodified lumps of flesh piled up in front of me.
It's hard to tell who's who.
I have had a thorough search conducted, but it is reported that there are no survivors left.
There are no signs of escape, and it seems certain that at least all the High Elves have been killed.
They are not only few in number, but also famous.
At any rate, with this, the southern villages have been wiped out.
They were more fragile than we thought.
The fact that they lacked a sense of urgency was one thing, but they were too overconfident in their wards.
After removing the trap, we were able to come this far without any interference.
I don't know what we're doing.
...Well, we're almost done here, but what about the rest?
I thought Alex was in charge of the west, but what happened?
I'll get in touch with him via [Communication]
--Can you hear me?
--Yes. I can hear you.
The reply came back immediately.
--This one's taken care of. What's the situation over there?
--It won't be long now. I was just about to call you to ask your opinion on something...
--Something wrong?
--Ah, first of all, the monsters we sent out as spearheads are better than I thought they would be. The Grigori and the others haven't appeared either, so for the moment we're progressing without any particular difficulties.
They haven't appeared yet?
Should we assume that they can't really come out if this happens?
--In - in? What do you say you want to be judged on?
-The goblin guys captured some high elves, so I was wondering what to do with them. They told me to kill them, but I was successful in neutralising them, so I thought I could use them to pull information out of them...
...good call.
I inwardly raised Alex's rating slightly.
--No, thank you. Sorry, can you bring him over here?
But still, the goblins are surprisingly useful for capturing High Elves.
To be honest, I didn't expect that much, so this is a happy miscalculation.
-Oh, I thought it would happen, so I just sent them off on the Kongamatou.
What. You're doing a good job, Alex.
To be honest, I only thought of you as Dylan's backwards compatibility, but you're capable.
Looking up at the sky, I could faintly see the approaching Kongamato.
--I think the High Elves are here. I'm going to extract the information now. I'll take care of it as planned.
--Understood.
I cut off communication and waved my hand lightly, then it slowed down and came closer to me, as if it had noticed me.
I guide it to a wide position where it can land, and the Kongamatoh folds up its wings and alights.
Several goblins on his back kicked the high elf off before dismounting.
Goblins in light armour with three bracelets.
First-rate goblin.
"Good work."
"Ye..."
I approach a high elf lying at the foot of a congamato.
Two men and a woman.
Hmm? It's hard to tell because they're so beat up, but one of them is a manuel.
It's so bad that it's doubtful all three are alive.
Are they alive?
Yes, they're alive and we're taking them in.
I grabbed the woman by the hair and made her look up.
She may have been given a gentle beating so as not to die, but she was severely beaten and her face was so swollen that it was impossible to tell what she had originally looked like.
She seems to be breathing, so is she OK?
I took out a bag of gold coins from the luggage on the Savage and tossed it to the goblin.
The goblin is surprised to see the contents.
"You can go back now. Share it with your friends as you see fit. Just don't keep it all to yourself, okay?"
As I say this, the first goblin reverently bows his head, climbs into the congamato and lightly pats it on the back.
The winged beast gave a small whimper and flew away.
To be honest, one would have been enough, but oh well.
I decided to start immediately.
I stick my fingers in the woman's ears and stretch out my roots.
Now, let's get you to tell me about Grigori, shall we?
"...... hmm?"
Strange.
Everyday memories come up, but only information about Grigori doesn't.
She's a High Elf, for sure.
She's a Uates, but she's supposed to be related to Grigori, but she doesn't know it?
No, there are unnatural gaps in her memory.
Why?
I gave up on memory sucking and decided to change my methods.
I'm going to plant a lump and brainwash you.
If they can't read the memories, let them speak for themselves.
At the same time, I'll regenerate the wounds to the point where they can speak.
"Now, can you speak?"
The High Elven woman nods yes.
"I want to know more about Grigori. Will you speak?"
The woman tries to nod, but freezes.
"What is it?"
"Gr... grigori? Grigori... what is Grigori, and wow."
After saying 'wawa wawa' for a while as if broken, tears of blood began to slosh from her eyes, and after a delay, blood dripped from her ears and nose as well, and she fell down with a jerk and a big twitch.
"...."
Pain.
The pain that runs when a subordinate dies.
The woman twitched finely for a little while, but when that stopped too, she stopped twitching.
Apparently, she is completely dead.
What happened?
At least the root I planted in her head has been crushed.
I stick my fingers in the corpse's ears again to examine what's inside.
"What a mess!"
There was no brain.
Well, technically there is one, but it seems to have ruptured inside, and it's a mess.
...Well, most of it seems to have flowed out through the eyes and nose, so there's quite a bit less...
Sigh.
I can't use this.
At any rate, I've extracted the memories, so it's not impossible to rebuild it, but somehow even the soul seems to have been shattered and it seems impossible to extract information from it.
Throw the body down and approach the other two.
I've never done this before, but I'm going to try an interrogation.
I was a little unsure which one to choose, but since I don't know the other, I decided to go with Manuel.
The first thing to do is to heal the wounds with magic to the extent that we can talk to each other.
"Hello, it's been a long time."
The first time I saw Manuel, his face contorted in hatred when he recognised me.
"You! I knew it was you!"
"I have a question I want to ask you, and I want you to answer it..."
"Shut up! I have nothing to say to you! You are an invader who threatens our peace! After all, you should have been destroyed at that time! You filthy monster! How could you let those monsters--"
I punched him in the side because he was being so loud.
A few teeth were blown out, but that was probably a minor thing.
I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to turn towards me.
"Can you please put that kind of boring nonsense out of your way and answer my question?"
"I have nothing to answer to you..."
One leg is cut off with the left arm Human Centipede.
"Gaaaah! ...ah...g..."
"I don't like these tactics because they're troublesome. I think it would be better for both of us if you just spit it out as soon as possible."
"Don't underestimate me! I am a Uates. I have a responsibility to my village and my people."
What's going on?
Torture seems to take a long time to take effect.
There's another one, should we just kill this one miserably and ask the one next to him?
Check the High Elf's memories that I sucked out earlier.
There was some usable information at .......
...I'm not sure if I can use it, but... well, let's give it a try.
"Is that responsibility, or something like that, heavier than the lives of your family?"
"What... what...?"
Manuel was visibly upset when I said this.
Er. You have a wife and daughter?
"Basically, we have a policy of capturing High Elves. We've almost taken control of the western village where you were. Do you know what this means?"
Hearing this, his expression changes rapidly.
His gaze wanders this way and that, and he is restless.
You are doubting the truth of my words. Then, I'll reinforce it.
I forcefully grab him by the neck and point him in a certain direction.
There is a pile of dead elves, their bodies still in pristine condition.
Manuel's eyes widen.
"I don't want anyone who won't cooperate, so if you won't cooperate, I'll throw your daughter and your wife over there to be either food for the monsters or fertiliser for the fields, what do you say?"
Manuel's expression is a terrific mix of rage and despair.
The way he looks at me, I can't tell whether it's resentment or pity.
"Lay your hands on my daughter and my wife. I'll take you to ......"
"Is a head sufficient for identification?"
"......."
The anger has gone from his expression and he is about to cry.
I guess one more push.
"Can you decide quickly? Look, you see? They're not very fuel-efficient, you know. If you don't separate the eaters from the non-eaters, they'll eat the corpses all over."
I'll give them instructions in [Communication]
Out of the corner of my eye, Tatzelblum and Jevordan begin to devour the flesh of the corpses.
"Ah... it's started. If we don't do something fast, your family will join those people, what are you going to do?"
Manuel's heart was crushed when Jevordan began to eat the dead bodies of the children.
"Please... I'll tell you... I'll tell you, but not my family's life..."
"If your story is useful, I'll let you off the hook."
I'm not going to say that I miss it clearly.
"...What do you want to know?"
"First of all, let's talk about the Grigori. We know they possess and wield power over the High Elves. The detailed conditions of this. If they have unlimited access to them, it wouldn't be surprising if they used them here and in the Western Village."
Manuel tries to open his mouth... and the words don't come out.
His eyes widen as if he is surprised.
He manages to squeeze his voice out, but only a grazed breath escapes.
...of course.
These people are being manipulated in some way.
"If you can't speak, answer with your movements. Nod if yes, shake your head if no. Can you do that?"
Nod.
"First of all, can Grigori possess only High Elves?"
Manuel is not moving.
No, he can't move.
His neck doesn't move a bit, as if it were fixed to something.
Impossible?
From the looks of it, it's not going to be any different for the others.
I switched over and gave up on trying to extract information from the High Elves.
It seems useless to ask about things related to memories I couldn't suck out.
Grigori. An unusual magic that only High Elves can use. Evolution.
I have no idea about the most important things.
Is it a good thing that I know what I don't know?
...In the meantime, we don't need these guys anymore.
"Savage. You can eat."
Savage, who had been standing by my side, is happy to take a bite out of Manuel and the other one, who can't move.
As I heard the screams, my thoughts turned to the central attack, and the voices of the crying High Elves fell on deaf ears.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
I let out a sigh as I look at the pile of unmodified lumps of flesh piled up in front of me.
It's hard to tell who's who.
I have had a thorough search conducted, but it is reported that there are no survivors left.
There are no signs of escape, and it seems certain that at least all the High Elves have been killed.
They are not only few in number, but also famous.
At any rate, with this, the southern villages have been wiped out.
They were more fragile than we thought.
The fact that they lacked a sense of urgency was one thing, but they were too overconfident in their wards.
After removing the trap, we were able to come this far without any interference.
I don't know what we're doing.
...Well, we're almost done here, but what about the rest?
I thought Alex was in charge of the west, but what happened?
I'll get in touch with him via [Communication]
--Can you hear me?
--Yes. I can hear you.
The reply came back immediately.
--This one's taken care of. What's the situation over there?
--It won't be long now. I was just about to call you to ask your opinion on something...
--Something wrong?
--Ah, first of all, the monsters we sent out as spearheads are better than I thought they would be. The Grigori and the others haven't appeared either, so for the moment we're progressing without any particular difficulties.
They haven't appeared yet?
Should we assume that they can't really come out if this happens?
--In - in? What do you say you want to be judged on?
-The goblin guys captured some high elves, so I was wondering what to do with them. They told me to kill them, but I was successful in neutralising them, so I thought I could use them to pull information out of them...
...good call.
I inwardly raised Alex's rating slightly.
--No, thank you. Sorry, can you bring him over here?
But still, the goblins are surprisingly useful for capturing High Elves.
To be honest, I didn't expect that much, so this is a happy miscalculation.
-Oh, I thought it would happen, so I just sent them off on the Kongamatou.
What. You're doing a good job, Alex.
To be honest, I only thought of you as Dylan's backwards compatibility, but you're capable.
Looking up at the sky, I could faintly see the approaching Kongamato.
--I think the High Elves are here. I'm going to extract the information now. I'll take care of it as planned.
--Understood.
I cut off communication and waved my hand lightly, then it slowed down and came closer to me, as if it had noticed me.
I guide it to a wide position where it can land, and the Kongamatoh folds up its wings and alights.
Several goblins on his back kicked the high elf off before dismounting.
Goblins in light armour with three bracelets.
First-rate goblin.
"Good work."
"Ye..."
I approach a high elf lying at the foot of a congamato.
Two men and a woman.
Hmm? It's hard to tell because they're so beat up, but one of them is a manuel.
It's so bad that it's doubtful all three are alive.
Are they alive?
Yes, they're alive and we're taking them in.
I grabbed the woman by the hair and made her look up.
She may have been given a gentle beating so as not to die, but she was severely beaten and her face was so swollen that it was impossible to tell what she had originally looked like.
She seems to be breathing, so is she OK?
I took out a bag of gold coins from the luggage on the Savage and tossed it to the goblin.
The goblin is surprised to see the contents.
"You can go back now. Share it with your friends as you see fit. Just don't keep it all to yourself, okay?"
As I say this, the first goblin reverently bows his head, climbs into the congamato and lightly pats it on the back.
The winged beast gave a small whimper and flew away.
To be honest, one would have been enough, but oh well.
I decided to start immediately.
I stick my fingers in the woman's ears and stretch out my roots.
Now, let's get you to tell me about Grigori, shall we?
"...... hmm?"
Strange.
Everyday memories come up, but only information about Grigori doesn't.
She's a High Elf, for sure.
She's a Uates, but she's supposed to be related to Grigori, but she doesn't know it?
No, there are unnatural gaps in her memory.
Why?
I gave up on memory sucking and decided to change my methods.
I'm going to plant a lump and brainwash you.
If they can't read the memories, let them speak for themselves.
At the same time, I'll regenerate the wounds to the point where they can speak.
"Now, can you speak?"
The High Elven woman nods yes.
"I want to know more about Grigori. Will you speak?"
The woman tries to nod, but freezes.
"What is it?"
"Gr... grigori? Grigori... what is Grigori, and wow."
After saying 'wawa wawa' for a while as if broken, tears of blood began to slosh from her eyes, and after a delay, blood dripped from her ears and nose as well, and she fell down with a jerk and a big twitch.
"...."
Pain.
The pain that runs when a subordinate dies.
The woman twitched finely for a little while, but when that stopped too, she stopped twitching.
Apparently, she is completely dead.
What happened?
At least the root I planted in her head has been crushed.
I stick my fingers in the corpse's ears again to examine what's inside.
"What a mess!"
There was no brain.
Well, technically there is one, but it seems to have ruptured inside, and it's a mess.
...Well, most of it seems to have flowed out through the eyes and nose, so there's quite a bit less...
Sigh.
I can't use this.
At any rate, I've extracted the memories, so it's not impossible to rebuild it, but somehow even the soul seems to have been shattered and it seems impossible to extract information from it.
Throw the body down and approach the other two.
I've never done this before, but I'm going to try an interrogation.
I was a little unsure which one to choose, but since I don't know the other, I decided to go with Manuel.
The first thing to do is to heal the wounds with magic to the extent that we can talk to each other.
"Hello, it's been a long time."
The first time I saw Manuel, his face contorted in hatred when he recognised me.
"You! I knew it was you!"
"I have a question I want to ask you, and I want you to answer it..."
"Shut up! I have nothing to say to you! You are an invader who threatens our peace! After all, you should have been destroyed at that time! You filthy monster! How could you let those monsters--"
I punched him in the side because he was being so loud.
A few teeth were blown out, but that was probably a minor thing.
I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to turn towards me.
"Can you please put that kind of boring nonsense out of your way and answer my question?"
"I have nothing to answer to you..."
One leg is cut off with the left arm Human Centipede.
"Gaaaah! ...ah...g..."
"I don't like these tactics because they're troublesome. I think it would be better for both of us if you just spit it out as soon as possible."
"Don't underestimate me! I am a Uates. I have a responsibility to my village and my people."
What's going on?
Torture seems to take a long time to take effect.
There's another one, should we just kill this one miserably and ask the one next to him?
Check the High Elf's memories that I sucked out earlier.
There was some usable information at .......
...I'm not sure if I can use it, but... well, let's give it a try.
"Is that responsibility, or something like that, heavier than the lives of your family?"
"What... what...?"
Manuel was visibly upset when I said this.
Er. You have a wife and daughter?
"Basically, we have a policy of capturing High Elves. We've almost taken control of the western village where you were. Do you know what this means?"
Hearing this, his expression changes rapidly.
His gaze wanders this way and that, and he is restless.
You are doubting the truth of my words. Then, I'll reinforce it.
I forcefully grab him by the neck and point him in a certain direction.
There is a pile of dead elves, their bodies still in pristine condition.
Manuel's eyes widen.
"I don't want anyone who won't cooperate, so if you won't cooperate, I'll throw your daughter and your wife over there to be either food for the monsters or fertiliser for the fields, what do you say?"
Manuel's expression is a terrific mix of rage and despair.
The way he looks at me, I can't tell whether it's resentment or pity.
"Lay your hands on my daughter and my wife. I'll take you to ......"
"Is a head sufficient for identification?"
"......."
The anger has gone from his expression and he is about to cry.
I guess one more push.
"Can you decide quickly? Look, you see? They're not very fuel-efficient, you know. If you don't separate the eaters from the non-eaters, they'll eat the corpses all over."
I'll give them instructions in [Communication]
Out of the corner of my eye, Tatzelblum and Jevordan begin to devour the flesh of the corpses.
"Ah... it's started. If we don't do something fast, your family will join those people, what are you going to do?"
Manuel's heart was crushed when Jevordan began to eat the dead bodies of the children.
"Please... I'll tell you... I'll tell you, but not my family's life..."
"If your story is useful, I'll let you off the hook."
I'm not going to say that I miss it clearly.
"...What do you want to know?"
"First of all, let's talk about the Grigori. We know they possess and wield power over the High Elves. The detailed conditions of this. If they have unlimited access to them, it wouldn't be surprising if they used them here and in the Western Village."
Manuel tries to open his mouth... and the words don't come out.
His eyes widen as if he is surprised.
He manages to squeeze his voice out, but only a grazed breath escapes.
...of course.
These people are being manipulated in some way.
"If you can't speak, answer with your movements. Nod if yes, shake your head if no. Can you do that?"
Nod.
"First of all, can Grigori possess only High Elves?"
Manuel is not moving.
No, he can't move.
His neck doesn't move a bit, as if it were fixed to something.
Impossible?
From the looks of it, it's not going to be any different for the others.
I switched over and gave up on trying to extract information from the High Elves.
It seems useless to ask about things related to memories I couldn't suck out.
Grigori. An unusual magic that only High Elves can use. Evolution.
I have no idea about the most important things.
Is it a good thing that I know what I don't know?
...In the meantime, we don't need these guys anymore.
"Savage. You can eat."
Savage, who had been standing by my side, is happy to take a bite out of Manuel and the other one, who can't move.
As I heard the screams, my thoughts turned to the central attack, and the voices of the crying High Elves fell on deaf ears.
I let out a sigh as I look at the pile of unmodified lumps of flesh piled up in front of me.It's hard to tell who's who.I have had a thorough search conducted, but it is reported that there are no survivors left.There are no signs of escape, and it seems certain that at least all the High Elves have been killed.They are not only few in number, but also famous.At any rate, with this, the southern villages have been wiped out.They were more fragile than we thought.The fact that they lacked a sense of urgency was one thing, but they were too overconfident in their wards.After removing the trap, we were able to come this far without any interference.I don't know what we're doing....Well, we're almost done here, but what about the rest?I thought Alex was in charge of the west, but what happened?I'll get in touch with him via Communication--Can you hear me?--Yes. I can hear you.The reply came back immediately.--This one's taken care of. What's the situation over there?--It won't be long now. I was just about to call you to ask your opinion on something...--Something wrong?--Ah, first of all, the monsters we sent out as spearheads are better than I thought they would be. The Grigori and the others haven't appeared either, so for the moment we're progressing without any particular difficulties.They haven't appeared yet?Should we assume that they can't really come out if this happens?--In - in? What do you say you want to be judged on?-The goblin guys captured some high elves, so I was wondering what to do with them. They told me to kill them, but I was successful in neutralising them, so I thought I could use them to pull information out of them......good call.I inwardly raised Alex's rating slightly.--No, thank you. Sorry, can you bring him over here?But still, the goblins are surprisingly useful for capturing High Elves.To be honest, I didn't expect that much, so this is a happy miscalculation.-Oh, I thought it would happen, so I just sent them off on the Kongamatou.What. You're doing a good job, Alex.To be honest, I only thought of you as Dylan's backwards compatibility, but you're capable.Looking up at the sky, I could faintly see the approaching Kongamato.--I think the High Elves are here. I'm going to extract the information now. I'll take care of it as planned.--Understood.I cut off communication and waved my hand lightly, then it slowed down and came closer to me, as if it had noticed me.I guide it to a wide position where it can land, and the Kongamatoh folds up its wings and alights.Several goblins on his back kicked the high elf off before dismounting.Goblins in light armour with three bracelets.First-rate goblin."Good work.""Ye..."I approach a high elf lying at the foot of a congamato.Two men and a woman.Hmm? It's hard to tell because they're so beat up, but one of them is a manuel.It's so bad that it's doubtful all three are alive.Are they alive?Yes, they're alive and we're taking them in.I grabbed the woman by the hair and made her look up.She may have been given a gentle beating so as not to die, but she was severely beaten and her face was so swollen that it was impossible to tell what she had originally looked like.She seems to be breathing, so is she OK?I took out a bag of gold coins from the luggage on the Savage and tossed it to the goblin.The goblin is surprised to see the contents."You can go back now. Share it with your friends as you see fit. Just don't keep it all to yourself, okay?"As I say this, the first goblin reverently bows his head, climbs into the congamato and lightly pats it on the back.The winged beast gave a small whimper and flew away.To be honest, one would have been enough, but oh well.I decided to start immediately.I stick my fingers in the woman's ears and stretch out my roots.Now, let's get you to tell me about Grigori, shall we?"...... hmm?"Strange.Everyday memories come up, but only information about Grigori doesn't.She's a High Elf, for sure.She's a Uates, but she's supposed to be related to Grigori, but she doesn't know it?No, there are unnatural gaps in her memory.Why?I gave up on memory sucking and decided to change my methods.I'm going to plant a lump and brainwash you.If they can't read the memories, let them speak for themselves.At the same time, I'll regenerate the wounds to the point where they can speak."Now, can you speak?"The High Elven woman nods yes."I want to know more about Grigori. Will you speak?"The woman tries to nod, but freezes."What is it?""Gr... grigori? Grigori... what is Grigori, and wow."After saying 'wawa wawa' for a while as if broken, tears of blood began to slosh from her eyes, and after a delay, blood dripped from her ears and nose as well, and she fell down with a jerk and a big twitch."...."Pain.The pain that runs when a subordinate dies.The woman twitched finely for a little while, but when that stopped too, she stopped twitching.Apparently, she is completely dead.What happened?At least the root I planted in her head has been crushed.I stick my fingers in the corpse's ears again to examine what's inside."What a mess!"There was no brain.Well, technically there is one, but it seems to have ruptured inside, and it's a mess....Well, most of it seems to have flowed out through the eyes and nose, so there's quite a bit less...Sigh.I can't use this.At any rate, I've extracted the memories, so it's not impossible to rebuild it, but somehow even the soul seems to have been shattered and it seems impossible to extract information from it.Throw the body down and approach the other two.I've never done this before, but I'm going to try an interrogation.I was a little unsure which one to choose, but since I don't know the other, I decided to go with Manuel.The first thing to do is to heal the wounds with magic to the extent that we can talk to each other."Hello, it's been a long time."The first time I saw Manuel, his face contorted in hatred when he recognised me."You! I knew it was you!""I have a question I want to ask you, and I want you to answer it...""Shut up! I have nothing to say to you! You are an invader who threatens our peace! After all, you should have been destroyed at that time! You filthy monster! How could you let those monsters--"I punched him in the side because he was being so loud.A few teeth were blown out, but that was probably a minor thing.I grabbed him by the hair and forced him to turn towards me."Can you please put that kind of boring nonsense out of your way and answer my question?""I have nothing to answer to you..."One leg is cut off with the left arm Human Centipede."Gaaaah! ...ah...g...""I don't like these tactics because they're troublesome. I think it would be better for both of us if you just spit it out as soon as possible.""Don't underestimate me! I am a Uates. I have a responsibility to my village and my people."What's going on?Torture seems to take a long time to take effect.There's another one, should we just kill this one miserably and ask the one next to him?Check the High Elf's memories that I sucked out earlier.There was some usable information at ..........I'm not sure if I can use it, but... well, let's give it a try."Is that responsibility, or something like that, heavier than the lives of your family?""What... what...?"Manuel was visibly upset when I said this.Er. You have a wife and daughter?"Basically, we have a policy of capturing High Elves. We've almost taken control of the western village where you were. Do you know what this means?"Hearing this, his expression changes rapidly.His gaze wanders this way and that, and he is restless.You are doubting the truth of my words. Then, I'll reinforce it.I forcefully grab him by the neck and point him in a certain direction.There is a pile of dead elves, their bodies still in pristine condition.Manuel's eyes widen."I don't want anyone who won't cooperate, so if you won't cooperate, I'll throw your daughter and your wife over there to be either food for the monsters or fertiliser for the fields, what do you say?"Manuel's expression is a terrific mix of rage and despair.The way he looks at me, I can't tell whether it's resentment or pity."Lay your hands on my daughter and my wife. I'll take you to ......""Is a head sufficient for identification?""......."The anger has gone from his expression and he is about to cry.I guess one more push."Can you decide quickly? Look, you see? They're not very fuel-efficient, you know. If you don't separate the eaters from the non-eaters, they'll eat the corpses all over."I'll give them instructions in CommunicationOut of the corner of my eye, Tatzelblum and Jevordan begin to devour the flesh of the corpses."Ah... it's started. If we don't do something fast, your family will join those people, what are you going to do?"Manuel's heart was crushed when Jevordan began to eat the dead bodies of the children."Please... I'll tell you... I'll tell you, but not my family's life...""If your story is useful, I'll let you off the hook."I'm not going to say that I miss it clearly."...What do you want to know?""First of all, let's talk about the Grigori. We know they possess and wield power over the High Elves. The detailed conditions of this. If they have unlimited access to them, it wouldn't be surprising if they used them here and in the Western Village."Manuel tries to open his mouth... and the words don't come out.His eyes widen as if he is surprised.He manages to squeeze his voice out, but only a grazed breath escapes....of course.These people are being manipulated in some way."If you can't speak, answer with your movements. Nod if yes, shake your head if no. Can you do that?"Nod."First of all, can Grigori possess only High Elves?"Manuel is not moving.No, he can't move.His neck doesn't move a bit, as if it were fixed to something.Impossible?From the looks of it, it's not going to be any different for the others.I switched over and gave up on trying to extract information from the High Elves.It seems useless to ask about things related to memories I couldn't suck out.Grigori. An unusual magic that only High Elves can use. Evolution.I have no idea about the most important things.Is it a good thing that I know what I don't know?...In the meantime, we don't need these guys anymore."Savage. You can eat."Savage, who had been standing by my side, is happy to take a bite out of Manuel and the other one, who can't move.As I heard the screams, my thoughts turned to the central attack, and the voices of the crying High Elves fell on deaf ears.
