Constellation of the Reverse World 48

Chapter 48 – Chapter 48: Elf Girl 上

Constellation

So, these beings who have a seat in a star are literally referred to as beings in a constellation.
I don’t know from the original world’s novel setting, but once we look down on the screen in this world, we can tell.

It’s a studio without a door, so I don’t know what’s going on outside
First of all, in this world, the constellation is an existence above the sky.
Just as there are legends about constellations in the original world, there was a time when it was said that stars are evidence that constellations watch over the world in this world.

Maybe the fact that the continent is flat made it easier to look down from above.

Anyway, the Constellation is such an existence. A being that stands on top of humans and looks down on them.
There are some people like me who treat humans as equals, but most see humans as their inferiors.
It could be the nobles’ attitude toward commoners, or the way they view other races.

It’s not about being arrogant.

It is a story that the experience of being born and raised, the world they have lived in, and even their species are different, so their gaze is bound to be different.
I can’t say it’s cruel when a kite eats a pigeon.
Just as an elephant eating grass cannot be called indolence.
I wanted to say that the constellation’s gaze is different from that of ordinary humans.

“So, you want to offer this as a sacrifice, right?”

“Yes that’s right. Because our Constellation wants it.”

In the lecture room used by Lee Ha-rin, I am sipping coffee and watching the ritual magic.
A middle-aged man approached and asked for a sacrifice.

A dandy middle-aged man in a well-suited suit held out flower pots the size of his palm.
It was neither expensive nor rare, nor rare or important.
Edible vegetables such as lettuce and red pepper are growing in pots.

A full-time housewife brought vegetables that she would grow at home to relieve her boredom her.
Considering the materials for the ancestral rites, the mediation fee, and the cost of getting permission to enter the academy,
It’s not the level where the belly button is bigger than the belly, but the level where the belly button is bigger than the body.

“I understand for now…”

Lee Ha-rin, who holds the ancestral rite while taking care of things with the connections of a magic science professor, also prepares for the ancestral rite with a reluctant face.
Little vegetables that can be purchased for less than 50,000 won at the local mart
It must feel a bit ambiguous since it is a situation where you receive millions of won and send them to the Constellation.

But what if Hwasin and the Constellations are willing to spend money on them?
Lee Ha-rin politely recites an incantation in front of the mini lettuce pots neatly placed on the altar and the magic circle.
The wind blows in the sealed interior space, and the pots successfully disappear after glowing in the magic circle.

At the same time, I hear tinnitus ringing in my head and a lively girl’s voice.

– Thank you so much!

A refreshing voice that rings in the ear unusually as if singing.
I put down the coffee I was drinking and look around, and I see two men and a woman lying flat on the floor, but the girl is nowhere to be seen.
The old magic instructor, the middle-aged man who is his client, and Lee Ha-rin all bow respectfully toward the altar.

‘What kind of situation is this?’

I saw a middle-aged man shedding tears of emotion after bowing and waking up as if it was common sense in this world.
I couldn’t understand, so I got a little scared. Even before I could ask Lee Ha-rin what the situation was, the voice came back.

– Line, give water, crab

At the same time, the carpet on the floor begins to wriggle.
Seeing his slightly disgusted appearance his, both the magic professor and I took a step back.
Ha-Rin Lee and her client she know what to do and quickly clean up the carpet.

What emerges is a wriggling wooden floor.
It is obviously a stone-clad classroom floor, but it wriggles unnaturally.
The bulging stone floor shakes and cracks, and what appears is a light green sprout the size of a human palm.

[A constellation, a giant tree that does not wither bestow grace]

Sprouts rooted on the stone floor grow and form vines, climbing up the wrists of the three absentmindedly and turning into bracelets.
Interfering abilities that are incomparable to mine, sending down an avatar that shares only part of the senses.

– My child, are you blowing well or muddy?

Anyway, it’s a giant tree that doesn’t wither, I think I heard it somewhere.

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I woke up in the studio again without hearing the explanation properly as the avatar operation time was up.
I have a lot of questions, but I’ll have to listen to them at night. With that thought in mind, I got out of bed.

“Oh, what the fuck!”

Trusting my muscular body, I gave strength to my waist and jumped up, and my vision flashed! It shines, and the forehead is tingling and painful.
An unfamiliar situation that occurred inside a desolate studio where nothing could be seen.
I was so embarrassed that I jumped up and looked around.

“… What is this?”

What was in front of me was the branch of a huge tree.

A large branch that grew naturally from the side wall of the bed was swaying little by little.
A few leaves fell off maybe because I hit it with my head.

Looking at the dark maroon branches and jewel-like leaves, I could understand the heart of rich people who spend hundreds of millions of won to grow plants like bonsai.

Perhaps it was the blessing of a giant tree that never withered, and he was appreciating the branches in a state of embarrassment.
When I turned my gaze from the branch above the bed and looked around closely, I saw that the studio had changed a lot.
If I had to compare it, it would be like putting on a paid skin.

A metaphor is cheap, but my brain couldn’t think of a better metaphor in this situation.

First, the floor, the old floorboards, had turned into an antique wooden floor.
It’s not a processed wooden floor coated with plastic, it’s a guy that gives off a cool feeling when you step on it.
The small dining table also became an antique wooden dining table.
The desk under the TV and computer monitor had also been replaced with a black wooden desk.

Black trees only know ebony trees.

And the size of the studio and the size of the refrigerator were obviously bigger.
A small refrigerator that used to fit around the waist now reaches the ceiling of the studio.
The refrigerator has become this big, but the extra space on the wall seems to have expanded the studio to some extent.

In a situation where the bed, wallpaper, ceiling, and lighting have all been changed to a design that reminds you of fresh green and summer.
I hurriedly opened the refrigerator door. It was because Apocalypse’s habits had not gone away yet, so I was worried about food.

Above the canned carbonated and frozen food compartments, a new compartment.
There were various fruits, salads, and vegetable juices in it.
One concept is really clear.

Thinking that it’s been a while since I’ve had a non-carbonated drink, I take out a strawberry juice and drink it.

‘I’d rather be like this… What kind of situation is this?’

I don’t have the old-fashioned hobby of eating only salad for the sake of a diet.
I’m glad that I have fresh vegetables to eat with frozen foods like Pork Cutlet.
The vegetables in the frozen lunch box are of poor quality.

As I was drinking strawberry juice while thinking about that, something dripped onto my tingling forehead.

[Hello, Dream Dweller?]

A letter written in cursive handwriting.
I looked up and saw that the branches on the bed had moved naturally.
I hurriedly gave 1 pt to a tree branch that swayed in a windless studio and inserted a note with a notebook and a ballpoint pen.

[Hello, are you a giant tree that does not wither?]

First of all, politely.

The studio size upgrade, increased food materials, and ebony wood furniture are quite expensive, but I can’t even guess how much they cost as points.
Holding the note he wrote down as politely as he received it and holding it against a tree branch, his appearance is quite comical.

Of course, it’s not funny at all when you see a note disappearing through the lush leaves as the branches move.

As I write this note, I remember inserting the note into the cracked wall of the shelter because the computer network was cut off.
Whenever I forget something, bad memories keep coming back to me.

Until nightfall, I forgot to look at the screen and communicated through notes.
Because the story of this elf girl, a resident of a fantasy world, was much more interesting than that flat continent similar to the old world.

The giant tree that did not wither was a fairly old constellation.
A resident of a fantasy world where humans, elves, dwarves and beastmen lived in the name of the union of mankind.
The fantasy-like demon king invaded and the hero defeated him, but the world was polluted by the poison left by the demon king.
The story is that all but the children who were hiding in the world tree died.

There were also a few children of humans and beasts.
It is said that due to the difference in racial lifespan, the elf girl naturally became the last survivor and came over to this world.
He has a rather talkative personality, and perhaps he is accustomed to interacting with someone through handwritten letters.

[I make contracts with people like forest rangers, farmers, and veterinarians to protect them]
[Food purchased with points has no natural taste]
[The scent of synthetic mana is too strong to eat point food]
[You’re the first time I’ve been talking to you for such a long time]
[Other constellations don’t like branches of the World Tree growing into their rooms]

The only way for Constellations to interact directly without incarnation is to descend to the ground and meet.
It seems impossible to meet in person in a private space.
For that reason, it seems that they are trying to communicate by extending a branch of the world tree.

Hey, I’m a petit bourgeois like me who just became a Constellation. I’m grateful for the one-time studio upgrade.
Like a burning tyrant, do the guys who have lived as nobles want to be interfered with in their mansion?