Chapter 639 – Oh My Fairy (2)
What images come to mind when you hear the word ‘fairy’?
If you first think of bastards who steal other people’s children and say, “Neu-guk, you ate well,” Or “Cuckoo” By changing the child to a child, that person must be someone who is familiar with folklore.
However, the genre of that genre passes by, and just encountering a black cat turns a family catastrophe and great rebirth annihilation route ON.
The cruel fairy tales that fairy tale writers have written and covered after awakening to the man who must kill the child’s innocence!
That kind of genre, by its very nature, is full of fairy-hating frames.
Conversely, when I asked the elf about his image as a human, he said, “Human… Slave market… Elf sex slave… Natural abuser… Compilation battalion… Give me an order’ and run to Henir, how foolish would he be?
Not all humans treat elves as all-round slave entertainers who buy exchange items or just one or two, make them their girlfriends, and even fight them. Bought elves as sex slaves? Are you sane?
So, if you look at it without negative images, the fairy is a child in me.
When I think of Tinkerbell, I can’t help but think of moths as a healthy soldier from the Korean Army, but in my image, the fairies were chattering and noisy little guys.
‘It’s an elf! I know him! What was his name? Come, come, come… 〉 Surprisingly, these fairy pups faithfully defended my image. In this other world, where elves shave the top of their heads with razors every morning and train their heavenly demon skills, and the spokesperson of the bicorn is Ada, and the unicorn uses black magic. ‘The Yellow Saiyans of the other world are disappointed in you guys.’ I lived in a cold place unlike fairies, so of course I thought you guys would shave your head and squat while sipping a glass of vodka. You can’t show a different side of yourself in a place like this! Yeki these guys! Can’t we imitate Mr. Olaf, our Heyachi nomadic elf who reflects the aurora from the top of his head! When Dana spoke with empty eyes, tormented by the fairies sitting on her head, the elf Mr. Olaf, flustered, persuaded the fairies and made them quiet. 〈Let’s become Hapjuki! Synthesis!〉 < Fairies who cover their mouths with their hands and become quiet. Fairyland Kindergarten students. It took you about 11 minutes to slash the mouth.
However, the fairies seemed to have no intention of going anywhere even if they kept their mouths shut.
Still, fortunately out of misfortune, or just misfortune, a suitable excuse to defeat the fairies, which was exciting for long-time guests, soon arose spontaneously.
─Baladang. Our Goddess fainting with her eyes wide open.
It was a familiar symptom of Ada allergy.
No matter what, shit. If all the fairies who seemed to be under the age of 7 were all hooligans who had sex at home, that would have been a shock.
“My wife seems tired from the trip. Let’s find a place to rest first.”
That’s how we were separated from the elves and we were given a space where only we and the others could rest.
It wasn’t that there were no guests from outside in the fairy kingdom of Silly Court, so we quickly found a place to rest. The onsen is an inn surrounded by a western-style wall.
‘It’s a Western-style hot spring. This is a bit different.’
When it comes to hot springs, Japan comes to mind first, but there are not a few countries that have used hot springs in the global civilization. I remember that Joseon was like that right now.
“A fairy… Two fairies…”
Anyway, the fainted Veronica groaned, frowning as if she had a nightmare. She said as Dana placed a wet towel over her head.
“He will be like this for a while. I’ll be watching, so do what you have to do.”
“Thanks. Coincidentally, Mr. Ol is a person who is good at plants… No, they said they found a fairy.”
Bicon’s Virgin Allergic reactions are not life-threatening.
Still, I was worried and stood up after Veronica sliced her favorite apple.
“Nefertiti also had a hard time on this trip. The bath here is good for relieving fatigue, so you can go there.”
“… I want to go see the fairies.”
“Please. You might get lost, so are you going with an elf guide?”
“Yes.”
Despite being tormented by her fairies and messing with her hair and her clothes, Nefertiti surprisingly doesn’t seem to be offended by her.
‘Do you like children by any chance?’
Rather, she seems to be smiling a little… No Is it an illusion too? It’s expressionless.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is not uncommon for an innocent child to warmly cling to a top-notch warrior with such an emotionless atmosphere. If you like it, there’s no reason to stop it.
I got up and followed the elf.
『Isn’t it necessary to go through a separate immigration inspection?』
“Well… As you can see, it is a kingdom without such procedures.”
That’s awesome If I had fallen here when I came to this world, I wouldn’t have become a slave.
Of course, in that case, it would have been a frozen Nord from Norway after wandering around the snowfield.
“Because those who are not invited cannot come in. The weather outside is also bad.”
“It’s a natural castle wall.”
“That’s how it is.”
While chatting casually, we arrived at the large garden.
‘It’s like some kind of museum plant park.’
This meeting place was not bad because it was a car that I was worried about whether I should transform into a snake because it was obvious that I would not be able to enter a place like a private house.
It was a fairy with an unbalanced appearance that flew in with a relaxed greeting.
‘Is it small?’
The other fairies were still children, but this one was strangely small.
Almost the size of a gaming mouse!
Her messy hair, as if waking up from a sleepy laugh, is impressive. I had an intuition that I was of the same kind in its unadorned natural state.
She was a fairy walking the path of a scholar.
〈This is Monica Miriam~. I heard an interesting story, so I invited you. Go~ Do~ Whoa~ for coming.〉
The fairy waved her hand and said hello.
‘Miriam, Miriam. I think I heard it somewhere.’
Is it just déjà vu if you don’t remember much? Done. If it doesn’t come to mind, it won’t be a big deal.
〈I’ll bring you a car~?〉 As she beckoned, she poured her drink into the cup as the cup flew. It was quite large compared to her body, probably because it was a tea utensil for serving non-fairy guests. I said. The teapot and the cup that the teapot moved by itself were due to Monica’s magic. Monica sighed, hugging a teacup the size of her body. That’s another mysterious creature. It’s nothing compared to the former gods who turn into words when they encounter other creatures. “There is a saying in my hometown that small peppers are spicy. It seems to be the same for any race that children are mischievous or that adults should be able to correct them.〉 Before the main topic, the atmosphere was relaxed with small talk. What did you say about this? Ice breaking? Sounds like a name a navy captain would use for a skill. – Hororok. Said Monica, who sipped from a teacup the size of her own body. He turned her bracelet into a spear and showed it. Monica floated the window with her magic again. Her tender eyes scrutinized her, and she gradually began to make her excited face.
The languor in his voice was gone. I noticed that and adjusted my expression. Traditionally, the only time scholars start to display their intellect in a state of “Fucking life” Is only when there is a problem with their degree or power in the lab, or when there is a research topic. ‘Is that the tree in the center of Alfheim? No, it’s not like that. It’s just a piece of wood that I bought as a material from a local hardware store.” “I am an archaeologist.” Monica raised the spearhead to the table and leaned over. 〈Did you know that plants have hearts too?〉 “I think I heard it somewhere.” ‘Good. Your spear must have gained vitality as a great amount of mana passed through it. The way I see it, this window and you… Well… 〉 〈Is it integrating?〉 When I chose an expression, Monica nodded. “Have you already heard from someone? Yes. It’s just like that. Is it because you accepted your mana? It’s not enough to be an ego, but a certain consciousness must have sprouted.〉 After hearing the explanation, I told the story of the white and black crows that had appeared in my dream. 〈In a dream… ?〉 Monica listened carefully and pondered, then she murmured. 〈… I think I know somehow. Have you ever fed mana of other people or monsters to your spear?〉 “There are so many that it’s hard to count.” ─ Szorre. She flew off and took her book from the bookshelf in her garden. It was said that it was a book for people, but it was ignorantly big for that small body. It was a word that meant all kinds of mental adversity that bloomed in the mind of the main character in martial arts. The impulse that blooms in the mind of the person concerned, or something like that. “Similar but different. You and your spear are, to explain, a state of being one and two. However, just as a weapon cannot steal your mana at will, you cannot completely control the mana or power absorbed by this weapon, right?〉 It’s not that I can’t guess. It was only after the amount of mana absorbed by this guy increased that he started to behave arbitrarily. Also, he couldn’t turn on/off his own anti-magic function.
‘So I thought about it, maybe your spear has some complaints about you. Appearing in a dream is like protesting and talking back.”
Window… Retort?
When I raised the question mark, Monica cocked her head and flapped her wings.
‘The white crow followed you? That means the child is completely your power.”
I guess so.
The white crow is the mana of the old gods I have accumulated, and the power of the runes sleeping within me. It was my mana completely under my control.
‘No, no. You can’t control it, but you’re not the enemy. But don’t fights between friends?〉
“You mean you’re grumbling.”
No, it makes sense to be a gom-gum fairy that shrinks with age, doesn’t it?
I swallowed the words right up to my throat. I do not complain about the common sense of the other world version. That was the right way for earthlings to adapt to another world.
〈So what?〉
-Tup. After reading her book to see if she was right, she covered her cover.
For humans who eat knives, weapons are not tools, but a lifeline. A high-rise building window cleaner is like a string around your waist. Ignoring this is worse than feeding seaweed soup in the morning on the day of the exam. ‘I might be able to help. It will be a bit difficult.〉 Monica said that and looked at me blankly. I listened attentively and crossed my arms. 〈… So, what is the request fee?〉 No, it’s a shame, I’ve been through this in reverse. I inadvertently smiled bitterly, but it didn’t bother me. I followed her and leaned her upper body. 〈How much is it?〉 Monica’s eyes went round and round in bewilderment as I put out my empty check in a confident manner.
‘Yeah fuck it, it’s more strange that that scholar isn’t in need of research funds.’
The owner of this river understands everything. Algan?
I sipped my tea and took a leisurely glimpse of the Botanical Gardens, which I had invested a lot of time and effort into.
Brother has a lot of money have more friends
Maybe Monica is older, though.
