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Episode Seventy-Eight - Life in the Elves Has Beginned

Talking about meeting Merkina slowly and being transported magically to this forest in an accident and wandering through the forest, the two of them have taken care of me or advised me to take a rest in bed first.

I followed those words and am now sloppy in the prepared bed.

Hey, it's Tysi.

I tried to pay back because the gods called me a test, but I didn't dare to be a full-blown Tysi.

"Pfft, you're a mess!

And here's the war criminal, the Waste God, who was hunting down one of the gods in a good way but has been training other gods. Besides, it's an extra fucking god of waste to live in people's heads.

"Terrible!? Ningro, I was crushing most of those kids' handkerchiefs, rolling a few bees and buying time for this treatment!? Wet! '

And he's a pervert. Wouldn't that be awful? This is nothing but a nightmare, like the noise in your head at 46: 00, right? Besides, this guy just shows up in his dreams, right? It sucks.

"Tysi at that time... that was intense"

What, you had such a good facial punch? Next time, don't even add belly bread.

'Huh? You actually like that? You say Lyonara likes to be violent and happy with kids like that, for sure.'

Hey, stop it, idiot. Come on, shut up. I can't believe you're making a scene in my head.

'Aww. I don't have a choice.'

I think I heard such a disgusting sound in my head. My spine is getting cold...... well, looks like I finally shut up. Exhale, strike a turnaround, and stare at the ceiling.

There were some unknown flowers blooming on the dim room ceiling. These are the flowers that provide lights to this room with little moonlight or starlight plugged into it. Apparently, that flower emitting fluorescent light was a type of spreading plant, stretching from the planter in the corner of the room and crawling through the walls, passing on the ceiling and draping some of the flowers emitting that phosphorescent light.

"That's a fantastic plant."

I wonder how it glows. It's fluorescent light, and it's some kind of chemical reaction? No, you have more dreams about why you're building up magic or something. Lighting magic and all that kind of light.

Turn your index finger to the ceiling while you fall asleep and concentrate your magic on your fingertips to activate the magic of lighting. Because the magic contained in it is only a trivial amount, its light is a very weak light to the same extent as the glowing flowers of the ceiling. The light sphere born drifts through the air fluffy and stagnates near the glowing flowering ceiling.

Concentrate and activate magic.

I repeat that series of operations that have gone away many times since I came to this world. It seems that I am in a state where the support of the skill system, which is the protection of the godless, is ineffective.

'That's not an exact expression. What I was giving you was a skill point system, and the skill system itself is the backbone system that applies to all the creatures in this world. You're not the exception. "

What do you mean? Oh, I see. Well, Marl and the others usually had skills when I saw them with an appraisal eye.

Oh, I want to see Marl. I want to throw away all the trouble already and live neatly flirting with Marl and the others. Those fucking gods said they had just finished the wedding and stood at the corner of it. Nothing. I'm not looking to conquer the world. I wish you'd leave me alone.

'I wonder if that's not possible for the kids. Or as a vault? She's so stone-headed. "

Uh, what is it? You said something about disturbing the harmony of the world. I don't know what that means either. I think he said something about making a mistake because there were too many people.

"Hmm, well, action from experience? If a common enemy, a demon, is no longer a threat, we will now fight each other."

That's not always gonna happen to you, is it?

'But you're actually repeating that cycle, aren't you? When there are fewer humans, brave men are born and united to develop their power. Once the forces are stretched out, humans send the brave men as demon kings to maturity. And human beings who have lost their brave men are destroyed by demons to greatly reduce their numbers. And the brave will appear again, and man will unite with the brave. "

So you're saying that the kingdom of Calendil was at that maturity?

'Well, is it? I know you had a little more money to stretch, but it looks like Vault was going to prune it here.'

That I interrupted.

'Yeah. At least I didn't think it was possible to drastically reduce human beings while Tysi was alive. Ultimately, the kingdoms of Calendil and Misclonia will grow significantly.'

I have no idea what the problem is with that.

'It means that the debacle that eventually happens gets bigger. If the human forces make a proper mistake while there, they can maintain their present state, but if they stretch too far, it becomes difficult to make a mistake. Humans increase indefinitely if they are not mistaken. It sucks when humans compete with each other after sweeping the world in that way, threatening to destroy the world beyond repair. That's why he wants to get rid of Tysi, who may have enough human keymen. That's why.'

Hmm? I don't know. It's a reason, but don't be mocking me. Something like this, something catches on and doesn't make sense.

"Tip: Easy Mode"

Oh, uh... I think I got it. In other words, Vault wants to maintain an easy-to-manage status quo. What's your purpose, then?

"You get tired of watching extended solid, 'small' play. I knew I'd have to stretch it somewhere. '

I don't know.

'It's a little bit rotten just to keep the world even though I've made the corner basement and transferred it. Well, there's content I enjoy among them, but I'm feeling a little bit of an eating wound, and I thought I'd have one migrated to hard mode here. Finally, two birds with one stone can have a pleasant observation.

I knew you weren't like the Evil God... then the hand I should hit...

'Cause those kids aren't a single rock, either. Shall I poke you there...... good night, I'll show you a good dream'

I say no to that.

"Oh, no."

"Wake up. Look, wake up."

Someone is even rocking me. Hmmm...... is this flowery smell like Merkina? Still dim when I open my eyes with a thin lap. Sometimes you wake me up early like this to go for a walk in the woods or something.


"It's morning. Look, wake up and get ready. You said yesterday you were going into the woods, right?

"Hmm, sleepy. A little more..."

Take Merkina's hand shaking her shoulders and drag her into bed. If I do this, it's why you sleep with me. It's good to keep flirting until noon.

"Are you sleeping? I can't help it."

"Ugh!?

A tremendous shock runs around the pigeon tail, a rare experience where consciousness awakens at once as she finds herself having trouble breathing. That's such a violent greeting from the morning!

"Ooh! Oh! Hey, what in the morning -!?"

Melkina getting herself out of bed away from me - looking up at an elf woman who isn't and stopping thinking.

"Morning, Taishi-kun. You're a bad boy to drag your mother-in-law into bed in the morning, aren't you?

"I'm sorry. Ah!

I sat down in the earth with all my spirit.

"What kind of noise was that?

"Sleeping Tysi-kun dragged me into bed."

"You're lifeless."

"It's okay, I'm glad I didn't bring it anywhere."

If you're lucky, did you give it somewhere? Mother-in-law, Cowaii!

"I'm so sorry"

"It's fine. I haven't had a bit of fun remembering the old days in a long time. I'll get you breakfast. Sit down and wait."

That's what I said, mother-in-law - Mr. Ermina laughs and heads to the kitchen. An elf man sitting in a muzzled manner in front of him. He is the father of Elmina's mother-in-law, and for Merkina, Delphida, who is her grandfather. I think he's quite old, but he only looks in his early thirties, no matter what.

Mr. Ermina only looks like he's about twenty in the first place. It wouldn't be impossible to think of it as Merkina's sister at first sight. They are both beautiful men and beauties, unlike the image of an elf.

Mr. Ermina feels like he grew Merkina around and sharpened his eyes a little. You feel like a leopard.

"You were talking about going into the woods today, weren't you?

"Yeah, it's hard to live without working."

"Hmm."

Mr. Delfida is staring me in the eye. Speaking of which, once in a while, this is how Merkina used to look me in the eye.

"Well, it would be good. Don't cause too much trouble."

"Yes."

You convinced him of something. One nod. Looks like he decided to resume knitting. Watching them use knitting needles to silently braid something like lace reminds me of Kuszha. He used to knit yarns cleverly and make a lot of things while he looked at me with his head in his deacon.

In the end, the only thing left in the battle with the gods was the clothes Kusuha knitted for me. I'm worn out, though.

What I'm wearing now is an elf-style ethnic costume that Mr. Elmina has prepared for me. Similar to what Mr. Delfida is wearing, but subtly different patterns and such. Speaking of which, my physique is quite different when it comes to me and Mr. Delfida, whose clothes are these?

When I felt her gaze and turned to her, there was Mr. Ermina standing up with a basin with the dish on it. What is it? and tilting his neck, he regains me, or restarts the steps that Mr. Ermina had stopped by shaking his head.

"That, if you eat, come to yesterday's square. 'Cause I'm going first."

"Huh? Ah, yes"

"Bye. Come and get some."

Mr. Ermina just left the house with a bow and an arrow barrel when he said so quickly. I drop him off and turn to Mr. Delfida. I didn't feel so angry until just now, but is the morning thing still ringing?

"There's a lot going on with me. Well, it's going to be... uhm"

That's what Mr. Delfida said and he stumbled into silence. I'm not sure after all.

"This has a feeling I can see something interesting"

It just doesn't feel right anymore when God says no. Let's just say that this dish called "I Baked and Shaken Salt" also gives you something ugly. Maybe if I tried it, it might actually mean something.

"Sugar. This!?

I was wondering if there was white salt on the steak-like meat. This is sugar! Sweet! No, the procedure's up! It's actually an ant procedure to rub a small amount of sugar in advance on a steak, but what are you going to do with it after you cook it and then shake it! I mean, steak in the morning! Are you surprisingly gutsy, Elf? It's a vegetable image though.

He hasn't stood in the kitchen in over a decade.

"That's a great blank scale, Elf."

I decided to just flatten the rare sugar shaking steak because we were talking about eating it fast. You're rare. I guess you're gonna be okay, huh? With this meat rare.

"Like drinking this after a meal"

"Horrible?

I drop my eyes gently on the vial that Mr. Delfida places on the table. It's a tiny glass bottle with a green, drizzling liquid. It has a lid like cork.

"That meat breaks my belly when it's raw"

I'll take your place when Mr. Ermina cooks in the future. Absolutely.



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