episode_0032

“I really want to do Yas.”

“Have you tried it?”

“Yeah.”

“Yas… I want to try it too.”

“A quick agreement, haha.”

“Damn, haha.”

“You’re correcting that, haha.”

“Who wants to do Yas?”

“Yas << Does this even exist in the world? Haha."

"I want to see Elf's Mammatong…"

"Ugh… I'm dying because I lack Mammas…"

"If it's smaller than this, the baby and husband will starve to death."

These are common posts you can see in the gallery.

But are they like this because they indulged in erotic desires to the point of eating them up after pooping and peeing every day, but couldn't resolve their desires and ended up ruining their heads?

Of course, that wasn't the case.

When under extreme stress, only dirty jokes come to mind.

It was a famous saying in modern times.

When life is too hard. When you're too tired.

The destination for those who are pushed to the brink of mental breakdown is dirty jokes.

"I, ugh… Mammatong…"

Saying this does not indicate abnormal sexual desires or being an improperly raised adult.

It's just because it's tough.

Of course, the gallery's big Gonic, the revolution.

The plant druid. Queen Eris of Elan posted pictures of plants with dignity instead of dirty jokes.

She wasn't someone who enjoyed growing plants while having abnormal sexual desires, she just liked plants and felt happy.

She could feel a sense of accomplishment, pride, and even the mystery of nature!

She was someone who dealt with stress in the right way, but those who had been on the gallery for a long time could tell.

Raising an abnormal amount of plants and frequently posting plant diaries, wasn't it?

And didn't she take care of the gallery users who shouted Mammatong loudly to the point of suspicion?

So she was called the Elf Grandma, but was it just because she was kind?

No. Even caring for others and cherishing them was a way to relieve stress.

Always struggling to relieve stress…

Yes. She was in a state of extreme stress.

"I'm itching for a revolution…"

"What did you say…? Your Majesty."

"Oh, it's nothing."

Eris muttered unconsciously while working.

What kind of existence is an Elf Queen?

A queen is not someone with special bloodlines or something.

She's just a person chosen by the World Tree.

The criteria for selection are decided by the World Tree, so no one knows the details.

Eris was just a girl from an ordinary family who had a small hobby of growing plants and feeding corn to chickens.

The girl who used to live like that became a queen.

She was dealing with incredibly difficult tasks.

"…."

White is writing… no, it's paper. What's black?

Although it was a task that she should be getting used to by now, it was still difficult, so Eris pressed her temples tightly.

Why should she be the one to approve the festivals held in Elan?

Why should she study minor taxes or changes in laws?

Thinking like that, she resented the councilors.

"The councilors are the problem!"

The councilors didn't provide generous support but had many demands.

Always complaining while praising the Elves' possessions, Eris felt frustrated.

"Without the help of the councilors, it's hard to make any progress…!"

On top of that, overturning the plans she had made, she was feeling the urge to "revolutionize" these days.

She wanted to become a tyrant who could push all the councilors aside.

"Sigh…."

She could proceed with the Elan development project by ignoring the councilors' opinions.

But she couldn't ignore the influence the councilors held.

They controlled the people building the buildings.

They controlled the goods bought with taxes. If they didn't sell them.

If the so-called councilor cartels messed things up, there was no solution.

What if Eris ignored them and said, "Yes, I understand. I'll proceed"?

Queen! That's not an option!! Dozens of elders would oppose it.

In the end, it would be Eris who would yield.

Until the sign to 'proceed' came out in the council of elders, Eris couldn't really do anything.

"But what do you want!"

Eris's hand holding the pen was tense.

Talking about promoting the prosperity of the World Tree and the development of the elves was absurd.

Preserving the noble traditions and culture of the elves. And maintaining the dignity of the ancestors?

"I'm not a fool…!"

The new generation of elves should break free from that framework and absorb the good cultures of others. Are they still doing that!

So, she calmed her mind, imagining herself riding on a carriage every day.

"Phew… I'll go see the World Tree for a while."

"Yes. Understood."

She left with her escort and adjutant.

Whenever stress piled up, she would go out like this and head towards where the World Tree was.

A pleasant breeze blew through the straight branches and leaves reaching up to the sky.

She entered the well-guarded garden of the World Tree by the soldiers.

"May I go for a while?"

"Yes."

Only Eris and the druids in charge of managing the World Tree could come here.

After greeting the caretakers of the World Tree, she moved inside.

The Queen's Garden! The sanctuary of the World Tree!

This was the Queen of Elan. Only Eris could enter here.

A space where no one would disturb her and she could indulge in her own desires.

In the garden covered with fresh air.

She headed towards the yard full of plants she nurtured.

"You're growing well today too…! Admirable…! You need to grow taller, right?"

She praised the plants while wiping off the dust and foreign matter from the leaves.

It was a process of fulfilling the vile desire to gain satisfaction by taking care of them.

"This one is growing well."

She supported the stems to grow well, watered them, and fulfilled all her desires.

It might be embarrassing to show this side to others, but here, in the Queen's garden where no one was around.

She communicated with the plants, talked to herself, and smiled satisfactorily.

"Phew…."

She also posted writings about the plants in the gallery. It was time to go back after trimming the ones writing strange things.

Eris, who came out, headed towards the city with her adjutant.

"Today, for inspection…?"

"Please call it a walk, not an inspection."

"Yes. A walk. I will escort you."

She checked the people's appearances as usual during her walk.

Seeing the lively scenes, it seemed like the quality of life was good.

Eris, who was smiling happily, froze for a moment.

"Oh…."

"They're a young couple."

Even though it was a corner of the alley, it was too much to show excessive affection in broad daylight.

If it were the elders, they would have shouted, "You guys!!!!" But Eris held back.

Well, Eris was from the younger generation.

But she couldn't help but frown.

"…Bold. Doing such things in a place like this."

"The younger generation does that these days."

"Is that so?"

"Well, Your Majesty is not from the younger generation, so it might be embarrassing─"

"No…! I'm not that old?! I'm also part of the younger generation!"

"…I must have mistaken Your Majesty's age."

Eris nodded at the adjutant's words.

It was a natural thing. Unlike the elders, such actions… could be easily overlooked.

'But… I feel embarrassed.'

She thought while looking at the couple still showing affection.

Although she belonged to the younger generation, that was a bit… hard to watch.

On one hand, she felt envious….

Eris continued her walk, then headed back to her office.

Now it was time to work.

Eris, who returned to her office, sighed and started her work again.

If only those vile chat messages didn't pop up in front of her.

【Gallery Manager Chat】

─DemonLord) Tick tock~ Tick tock~

─PlantDruid) …What do you want?

─DemonLord) Just bored, that's all~

─PlantDruid) Go away!!!

─DemonLord) Aww~ Such an exaggerated reaction~

Where did she pick up this weird way of speaking from?

She responded diligently while clicking her tongue.

It wasn't because of the elven indigenous belief that ignoring words brings bad luck. Anyway, it wasn't that.

─PlantDruid) Don't talk to me and go write your weird posts somewhere else!

─DemonLord) Writing weird posts to the tick-tock~

─DemonLord) I'm the DemonLord… Jujujo

─PlantDruid) What are you even talking about!!!!

Once again, Eris bit her tongue in response to DemonLord's chat antics.

While the elven druid was being tormented, on the other side of the continent.

In the bustling city of Majeros, the DemonLord laughed.

She was the protagonist of the mischievous chat antics.

"Hehe. It's entertaining."

Isn't it similar to the feeling of teasing a child you liked when you were young?

She didn't dislike the elven druid. Rather, she enjoyed it.

A punching bag full of impact and not easily broken. Can't hate that!

After teasing the elven druid a few times, she leisurely sipped on her cola.

In the early dawn when everyone was asleep.

She explored the gallery alone while still awake.

─DemonLord

Title) Sipping on cola~~

Already had two chickens and three colas~~

ㄴCan't sleep?

ㄴHaha, are you gonna sleep?

ㄴHow do you eat two chickens??

ㄴSeems like the DemonLord way, handling it like it's nothing haha

ㄴEating two chickens makes you a DemonLord?

ㄴSitting down and having two makes you DemonLord level

ㄴWhat about one?

ㄴDelicious

ㄴHaha, yeah, it's delicious

ㄴSeriously, haha, the reason chicken is delicious is because it's delicious

ㄴ(Nods)

ㄴCan the DemonLord just snatch the drumsticks?

ㄴI only take the wings haha

ㄴDemonLord) Where do you live~~

ㄴHahaha

ㄴDemonLord… getting annoyed…!

ㄴSeems genuinely annoyed haha

ㄴFirst time seeing DemonLord angry haha

ㄴYou crossed the line with the drumsticks haha

"Foolish. It's amusing."

She also enjoyed the leisure while laughing.

It was because there was still time before the day in Majeros began.

She wasn't waiting early in the morning. She just hadn't slept.

Arzella lived a completely different life from others.

She didn't sleep much.

Why sleep when the body isn't tired.

Her extremely developed body could even overcome sleep.

Arzella proved that and it was reflected in her shattered lifestyle.

She slept occasionally, only when she felt mentally exhausted or wanted to.

Otherwise, she was awake.

As a result, she appeared to others to live an exemplary life.

"Ugh…."

With time to spare for others' activities.

She slowly punched into the air.

She trained meticulously, focusing on each muscle's delicate movements and twists.

Her kicks traced a path as if she were dancing.

Occasionally reading the gallery posts, she cut off the malicious ones.

After training, it was time for breakfast.

She ate a satisfying chicken mayo rice bowl and asked her subordinate.

"Any candidates for the DemonLord Battle?"

"None."

"As expected."

What kind of country is Majeros?

A terrifying country where the ruler is determined by strength.

But since no one came for the DemonLord Battle this time, Arzella once again maintained her position as the queen.

'Of course it should be that way.'

She is not stupid just because she is strong. On the contrary, she belonged to the smart side.

When Arsera first became the Demon King, people criticized her for her unilateral actions.

But that's a thing of the distant past now!

Under her leadership, the power of Majelos grew stronger day by day.

Majelos became mighty, and she also held the position of the Demon King firmly.

She used to leisurely operate in the gallery, and her plans went smoothly.

Arsera secretly prepared something to bring Joodak.

But Joodak bothered her.

"Accepting a ring given by a weaponless, idiotic dwarf is embarrassing."

If only that hadn't happened, everything would have been perfect.

Why did it have to be a dwarf?

If it were Majelos, she would have given the opportunity to have a strong physique!

Thinking that she would make Joodak remove the ring given by the dwarf, Arsera smiled softly.

"I will bring Joodak someday."

With Joodak by her side, Majelos will become even stronger!

She laughed wickedly.

***

Eris was busy working for Elan.

Arsera was busy managing Majelos, not knowing when a civil war might break out.

Then there's the hero, Kyra Luz. She must be doing something great too.

"Rest is the best…!"

She was resting at Hessen Viscount's residence.

After being asked to stop the Viscount's rampage for the sake of the continent's peace, she had nothing to do.

Originally, it was a request to stay for two weeks, but even after two weeks had passed, she naturally stayed seated.

"Hero, when will you leave…?"

"I'm always free!"

"I see…."

The sealed demon had not been released, there were no signs, and no prophecies.

What could a hero like that do?

She enjoyed a carefree life as a guest at the Hessen Viscount's mansion.

However, there was someone who couldn't overlook the hero's carefree life.

"Hero, then… perhaps…?"

Hessen Viscount, who ruled Hessen Viscount's residence.

A monster who had reached the level of a sword master.

At the age of 53, in the prime of wanting to compete with someone and fight!

Driven by ambition and battle, he even thought of starting a war but changed his target and challenged the hero to a duel.

"May I request a lesson?"

He looked much more dangerous than before.

After several duels, he relieved his combat urge.

His desire for other territories surrendered to power.

It was the result of clashing with the hero and the kingdom, the empire.

"Oh… okay."

At the request of the bowing Hessen Viscount, she stood up from her seat.

Although much younger, Kyra Luz stood in the position of a hero and a strong person.

It was not strange for the Hessen Viscount to bow and make a request.

'Having a leisurely life is good, but…'

Refusing a request from the receiving end would be against etiquette.

Kyra drew her sword. The pure white blade shone.

The pure white sword befitting the hero's name rushed towards the Hessen Viscount.

Clang!

"Ugh…."

The Hessen Viscount let out a momentary groan.

It was just a downward strike, but the air split.

A shockwave erupted with the blow, and blue mana scattered in the air.

Pushed back continuously by the brute force, the Hessen Viscount was overwhelmed.

There was no mercy in her movements. No teachings. Just fighting when asked to fight.

Kwah-!

Kyra's sword mercilessly struck down the Hessen Viscount.

"Kuk… You are indeed strong."

Feeling the heaviness in her hand, the Hessen Viscount broke out in a cold sweat.

Is the hero a monster?

But using his cunning, the Hessen Viscount created a momentary opening.

He deflected the sword and struck the ground heavily.

Whoosh!

The swift sword he unleashed was futilely blocked by the hero.

But this was not the first time he had dueled with the hero.

The flaw in the hero's sword was exposed.

Clang!

As if tearing it apart with sheer force, the hero's sword clashed upwards.

The moment Kyra's neck was exposed, Hessen's sword plunged into that spot.

Thunk.

The attack failed by a mere sheet of paper's difference.

An attack that barely grazed her hair.

Yet, Hessen Viscount's face was adorned with a smile despite his defeat.

As the loser, Hessen laughed while Kyra, the victor, pursed her lips with a somber expression.

It was not pleasant to see Viscount Hessen spitting out blood bit by bit during their sparring.

The bruises and wounds that inevitably come from fighting were not exactly pleasing from her perspective.

There is no joy in causing harm to someone's body.

But why was Viscount Hessen laughing cheerfully even after suffering a crushing defeat?

"You seem curious, hero."

"Did I make such an expression…?"

"Yes. I can see the look in your eyes wondering how this man can smile so refreshingly even after being defeated so miserably."

"…"

How did he know? Was Viscount Hessen resorting to some kind of trickery?

Kyra squatted down and bestowed a healing blessing upon his wounds.

"I see it all. You may be stronger, hero, but in other aspects, I may excel."

Even if Viscount Hessen lacked in strength, he was no less in wisdom and experience than the hero.

On the other hand, Kyra was strong, but lacked in enlightenment and experience.

He wiped the blood on his lips with his sleeve.

"Why are you curious about why I find joy in this?"

"Yes. I am curious."

"By fighting, my desire to fight is satisfied… and because I am different from you, hero."

"…What do you mean?"

"Exactly as I said."

The hero Kyra was strong. Strong enough to be counted on one hand in the continent.

No, she was so strong that she couldn't find anyone to defeat her even after searching the entire continent.

But.

It was just a sword that was strong.

"You may be strong, hero… but your sword has lost its purpose. It's just a tool to wield."

"Why is that…?"

"It's different for me."

He had seen many like the hero who used their swords as a means to an end.

If their end was even one person, he wouldn't have said these words.

Viscount Hessen raised his old sword.

"I find joy in being able to continue rising even if I break and shatter. I run towards higher realms. I want to see the end of my sword. I want to fight. That is the desire and goal embedded in my sword."

"Is it bad to not have a goal?"

"It's not bad. It's just… it will eventually break."

Kyra also looked at her sword in the same way.

She had never thought about putting something of herself into her sword.

She had been strong since the day she became a hero. She continued to grow stronger.

With that strength, she protected the continent to fulfill her duty as a hero.

That was Kyra's job as a hero.

But.

She had never tried to imbue her sword with something of herself.

"Do you think I make such a tormented expression while wielding my sword?"

"Yes."

The emotion visible in Viscount Hessen's eyes was pity.

Without knowing the reason for holding the sword, he sympathized with the hero who held it.

"Do you have something you want to achieve with your sword, hero?"

"…"

At his question, Kyra fell into contemplation.

Was there something she truly wanted to achieve with her sword?

There was nothing she wanted to achieve with her sword.

Her sword held nothing.

Did that mean she had nothing?

That was not the case either.

While her sword held nothing, her actions clearly held a strong will.

Responsibility. Despite the fear and agony of wielding the sword, she wielded it to protect the continent.

Aid. She didn't want to spar with Viscount Hessen, but she picked up the sword at his request.

Patience. Despite the relentless demon hunting with no end in sight, she believed in reaping the fruits as a reward and held the sword.

Compassion. She pointed her sword at the villain to prevent anyone from feeling sad.

But what is the purpose of all these actions?

She saw the smile of the child who handed her candy in her memory.

She saw the elderly couple bowing their heads in gratitude.

She saw those in despair being enveloped in hope.

"What I want to achieve is…."

She chased after the light. She hoped that no one would be sad.

It's better for me to be in pain than to see others suffering.

She wanted to protect others.

She wanted to preserve the happy, lively everyday life.

"I have nothing. But I won't let others suffer."

"You walk the path of a savior."

"Heroes are supposed to be like that."

"It's tough. Eventually, you won't be able to protect everyone. So, protect the important people first. So that the hero doesn't crumble."

"Important people…."

To his question,

She thought of one person.

A person who makes her smile lately, even though she doesn't know their face or name.

A person who invited her to their party instead of joining the hero's party.

Why did that person come to mind?

Ding. A person who makes her smile lately, even though she doesn't know their face or name.

A person who invited her to their party instead of joining the hero's party.

While others may ignore her, they always treat her sincerely.

Even if they act foolish, they play along.

She hoped that person wouldn't get hurt.

"Your expression has improved a lot, Hero. So… are you okay one more time? Please…."

"Ahaha…."

The Viscount Hessen, who had submitted to her strength, humbly bowed his head.

She seemed eager to spar again. Viscount Hessen raised his sword.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the spar was set.

Kaira also took her stance.

But it was different from before.

Not with agony, but with a relaxed expression. With a light heart.

She grasped her sword once again.

While Kaira sparred with Viscount Hessen, the storm outside intensified.

Was it because of the heavy rain? Or was it because of the gloomy weather?

The gallery was mainly filled with scary stories and posts.

Title) Compassion Dies.

It dies.

What is this post?

This guy keeps spamming.

Save Compassion ㅠㅠ

Yeah ㅋㅋ I'll kill Compassion but save her

"You damn spammer."

Compassion sent one person back to reality for now.