Chapter 51 – The Fate of the Elves
Tallard’s Inspector Gillon looked at the four people who came to him.
Saints, elves, wizards of unknown race, and even the hero of this generation.
On the surface, it was a solid combination.
“I saw the notice. Still no progress.”
However, Gillon reached for a cigarette habitually at the words of the sharpened warrior.
Suppressing the desire to smoke one right now, he opened his mouth.
“There is progress. Those who were distributing new drugs…….”
“Then what are you doing? Even if you just go to the back alley right now, there will be people like this.”
The hero trampled on the back of a young man wriggling on the floor.
“Heuk!”
“Don’t open your mouth. It smells like trashy drugs.”
Having said that, the warrior pressed the young man further and kicked him.
I wanted to tell him to stop the meaningless assault, but Gilon shut his mouth because he had already heard of the hero’s notoriety.
“Stop talking nonsense and hand over the investigative authority. I’ll fix it in a few days.”
How can this guy be a warrior?
Negative thoughts filled Gillon’s head.
“Unfortunately, I have no right to refuse. Just do whatever you want.”
Because of that, Gillon made a mistake that he didn’t do well.
He always hid his true feelings well, but the rudeness and unreasonable behavior of a hero was what Gilon hated the most.
Quaang!
As soon as Gillon finished speaking, the offended warrior broke Gilon’s table.
As if his anger still persisted, he picked up a sharp table leg and approached the young drug dealer who had collapsed on the floor and was coughing up blood.
“To kill trash like you, the sword is a waste.”
Gillon closed his eyes tightly.
‘How can a warrior….’
Fortunately, however, the saintess moved.
“Yurgon! Please! Illya is angry!”
The saintess’s brilliant white hair fluttered and blocked the hero’s path.
Hero Jurgen Granwald smiled at it and put the table leg to one side and said.
“Sup, I understand. I was just kidding.”
Then, the green-haired elf, Neritiel, put a hand on Jurgon’s shoulder and said,
“Yurgon. Don’t worry about the saintess, you can do whatever you want.”
After a while, the rest of the group also opened their mouths.
“But. Would the goddess be angry if a hero killed such a drug lord?”
Beatrice, the sorceress wearing a robe.
Seeing that, Osiel barely held back her swearing to jump out.
Ever since her journey with the hero began, she has been under extreme stress every single day.
‘Sunae Biography….’
This world was inside a game called ‘The Story of Pure Love’.
The game begins with the main character, Yurgon, a young country boy, being chosen as a hero and given the surname Granbalt, and making her saintess her ally.
Following a trivial storyline, the player ends up hooking up with one of the heroines.
As far as he knew, there was no sub-heroine, and there were a total of four main heroines.
‘My childhood friend, Neritiel, Beatrice….’
And,
‘I, Saint Osiel Daytona.’
She was herself
At the thought, Osiel’s teeth gnashed in horror.
Even if it wasn’t my body, I never wanted to be hugged by a guy with such an ugly personality and appearance.
Putting aside the appearance, the warrior was far from the character of the original in the first place.
It was always a game full of innocently round options, but the hero of today, who has become a reality, is a playboy and there is no psycho kid.
He constantly flirted with them, starting with stealthily stealing milk, and eventually stealing Neritiel’s panties.
‘…….’
Even so, Neritiel was not angry.
Rather, she seemed to be secretly enjoying the hero’s filthy behavior.
As if competing with Neritiel over such a hero, Beatrice fought fiercely to see if they considered each other as rivals, just like now.
‘Crazy bitches.’
Every time that happened, the warrior smiled and wandered away.
The party of four warriors, including himself, was severely twisted compared to the original.
‘… Shit.’
She swallowed words she would never have said had she been a saint, and sighed as she recalled the culprit behind all of her actions.
* * *
I felt that I had overlooked Ben all this time.
Last time I thought he was just a shit-crazed bastard, but Ben, who gave up shit, stuck his nose in the ground like an awakened bastard, and quickly got the results I wanted the most.
“It looks like it was this race that attacked your comrades. Except for your traces, there is only one human being. Is your colleague a man?”
What should I say?
After thinking for a moment, I opened my mouth.
“Well, I can’t go into detail, but this trace is my colleague.”
Ben’s expression turned serious as I pointed to the space where Leah lay with her wounds.
“Um… There are five signs, but one human being. If your companions aren’t human… It was attacked by a human male and three non-human beings.”
“Are you non-human?”
“Not sure, but one seems to be an elf. Look at this.”
Ben stuck out two strands of his green hair.
“We humans rarely have green hair. But most elves have the color of the forest.”
Judging by how long it is, it looks like it belongs to a woman.
Most of the humans in this world were immersed in human supremacy, but the elves were less disgusted.
But, of course, there was no reason for an elf, who was living a good life on his own, to come to a human city or village and face fucking discrimination, so I had never seen an elf.
“Um….”
Come to think of it, elves aren’t humans either, are they?
There was a saying in the Code of Hammurabi to retaliate equally.
It seems that I have come up with a way to get revenge now.
“If you look in the direction, it’s headed for Tallard. Then… It should be easy to find.”
“Thanks. If it wasn’t for Ben, he would never have known.”
Once again, we have a reason to head to Tallard.
* * *
Even after Jurgon took over the investigation, there was no progress.
Although he brutally tortured the men he had imprisoned right away, there was no information obtained.
However, Neritiel didn’t care.
‘World tree…….’
The reason she belongs to the party led by such a lowly person is because she was for the sake of the World Tree.
It didn’t matter what the other personal things were.
‘…….’
On the day Urgon, a young man from the countryside, was selected as a hero, a revelation came down to Rumislind, the kingdom of the elves.
―With a holy human male, the World Tree will be rebuilt.
The revelation was delivered to Finrondior, king of all elves.
A fragmentary content that only a human man whose divine destiny was foretold on the same day can resurrect the ancient world tree.
Having received the revelation, Finrondior decided to entrust the old fate of the elves to his one and only precious daughter, not to himself, who was old and sick.
‘Certainly!’
His daughter, Neritiel Rumi Slind, concealed her identity as her father, the king, went in search of the human warrior.
Because on the same day, no one but the brave had their divine destiny sealed.
I don’t know what to do, but first of all, I decided to stay next to him.
However,
– Hmm. If the breasts are good enough, it’s okay.
From the first meeting with her, he blatantly gave a vulgar evaluation to the subject of stealing his breasts.
‘It’s disgusting.’
But I could stand it.
A thousand years ago, the World Tree withered away and the price of reviving the elves, who were degenerated into a single species, was only one’s own body.
Fortunately for him, because he inherited the lineage of the king, he had the thickest blood of a fairy and had a beauty to the point of being mesmerized.
‘… I have to hold on.’
Of course, his bizarre view of love, which he had dreamed of since childhood, folded up immediately after meeting his hero and hid it somewhere in his heart.
From the moment the revelation came down, it could not be fulfilled.
He wasn’t the person he dreamed of.
-Uh? I didn’t see it that way. Neritiel, do you have a gloomy corner?
While camping, he tried to organize his thoughts while soaking in a moonlit lake, but he endured when Jurgen, who was washing himself first, looked at him ugly and tried to masturbate openly.
Even when he secretly smelled the scent of his proud green hair in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, he also endured it.
‘It’s disgusting.’
Instead of the fresh fruit of the forest, he forcibly swallowed meat with a disgusting smell every day to hide his true feelings.
Then one day.
The most cherished plain underwear has disappeared.
The underwear my mother gave me as a gift, the next day, was strewn under a nearby tree covered in disgusting white turbidity.
It was clear that the dirty warrior stole it secretly.
‘It’s disgusting.’
Instinctively, the legs moved.
Vomiting that continued for a long time, avoiding that disgusting place straight away.
‘Disgusting, disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Hate! Why is it me? Why is it me? Hate! I hate it!’
It looked like it was about to collapse.
She spat out bitter gastric juices for a long time at the sight of the ugly human warrior, and finally, she made up her mind.
‘World tree. I’ll resurrect you. No matter what, I’ll do it.’
Her fine eyelashes trembled with resentment, resentment, and shame.
‘Instead… After everything is over….’
She repeated her last words over and over again until her saintess came to find her.
‘Because I’m going to die.’
Even if you give up your body, you won’t give up your heart.
Neritiel’s stomach slowly began to fester.
And again now.
Damn!
After the torture, Yurgon drew the attention of those imprisoned by clapping, as if trying to evoke the atmosphere.
“Now, it seems you don’t intend to speak plainly. What did you say your name was?”
The young man pointed out by Jurgen ignored his words with an expressionless expression.
His consistent attitude of keeping his mouth tightly shut even when he was burning his thighs with a hot iron gave one certainty to Jurgon.
“Is it you? What do you know?”
I’m pretty sure this guy knows something.
The young man didn’t react, but after checking the expressions of the guys scattered around him, Yurgon grinned.
“Right, DeHaan. It was DeHaan.”
The young man raised his head and looked at Jurgon’s face, which was very ugly.
“Let’s see… Healy. Okay. The cheap innkeeper’s daughter. Did you know that that year was also imprisoned here because of you?”
At those words, the young man, or DeHaan, flinched for the first time.
Jurgen approached DeHaan and whispered wickedly.
“I’m going to die now, bitch. Because of you.”
At his words, DeHaan had no choice but to vomit everything he knew.
