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My whole body hurts.

My eyelids are burning and I feel like I’m going to go to hell if I open my eyes.

It was a reaction that could not be compared to the last time.

I tried moving my arm slightly.

rustling –

“….?”

What is this sound?

Something was touching my body.

It was fluffy and moist.

I moved the other arm once again.

rustling –

The scent slowly seeped into my nostrils.

It was a strong floral scent.

I tried to feel something with my spiritual eyes, but soon gave up.

My head was pounding, as if I had a hangover.

“….”

There was no voice.

A murmuring sound next to me reached my ears.

But it only makes my head pound.

I couldn’t even hear what was being said in detail.

His entire body was in such disarray that it could be said that he was in critical condition.

I feel a desperate need to train this body.

Looking at what the necromancers have done, it’s clear that this isn’t the end, but they can’t faint every time.

The problem is the eyes.

It’s only natural that you vomit blood when you throw a fatal blow.

But it bothered me that I shed tears of blood twice in a row.

The recoil also lasted the longest…

I fell into sleep as I felt the surroundings becoming increasingly noisy.

***

Below the World Tree with its wide branches.

The most sacred place for elves.

Chris was lying there on the neatly piled grass and flowers.

“It’s already been three days.”

Paramon, who was looking at Chris with concern, uncrossed his arms.

His gaze was directed towards the elves who were busily moving their bodies.

“I don’t know, but you have to put effort into your food.”

I have been watching closely what Chris does when he wishes for something.

When praying for the happiness of the living and the dead, food was prepared with great care.

Paramon, who was rubbing the calluses on his hands, stopped his fingers.

The altar Chris was making came to mind.

Candles are lit on both sides of the food.

Chris, who was sitting in front of him, would pray earnestly to God.

“It would be a good idea to reveal the seconds as well. Please place a candle on each side of the food.”

One elf who heard Paramon’s words raised a candle with an extremely reverential gesture.

It wasn’t just that elf.

The movements of all the elves here were reverent.

They saw clearly with their own eyes.

The sight of Chris coughing up blood while catching an unknown object from the World Tree with his entire body.

I also saw the destruction of an evil being that dared to imitate the World Tree.

Chris is a human who sacrificed his body for the World Tree, the god of the elves.

“Can I do it like this?”

“That’s not it.”

The answer came not from Paramon, but from Clocel, who was standing next to him.

“From what I remember, the red food was on the right. I don’t know why, but you have to cut off only the top part of the fruit.”

“If it helps Chris, there is no need for a reason.”

After hearing Clocel’s words, the elves all took out daggers and started cutting off the top of the fruit.

According to the instructions, the red flesh was placed to the right and the white flesh was placed to the left.

Is it because there are so many people?

As the elves moved around a few times, food soon began to pile up.

Paramon’s head moved up and down in satisfaction.

A table was set up that was quite similar to the one Chris had made.

“Rossel, do you remember what came next?”

“You have to put alcohol on the table.”

“Oh, it was definitely like that.”

The elf, who had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two from afar, suddenly disappeared somewhere and came back.

In his hand was a glass bottle filled with a clear liquid.

“Ho, I see this precious liquor.”

It was the highest quality silky liquor that was made using a method unique to the elves.

This liquor, called ‘Whisper of the Trees’, was a rare liquor that drinkers would drool over.

Looking at the transparent color, it was clear that it was the best product among them.

The elf who brought the alcohol carefully lifted the bottle.

“Where can I put this alcohol?”

Paramon’s hand, which had been smoothing the calluses, stopped again.

Paramon was going back in memory.

Chris’ actions when offering alcohol at the cemetery in the Aster territory and at a place called the shrine.

Paramon nodded twice.

“Alcohol must be served in a special way. Chris used this method all the time.”

“Are you saying there is a special way?”

“They say the more people post it, the better. I’ll demonstrate first, so everyone can follow along. Do you have any glasses?”

Paramon’s attitude in asking the elf for a drink was also reverent.

Chris always said.

Everything is important in mind and attitude.

It was said that only then will the things you pray for find the right direction.

“Hmm.”

Paramon cleared his throat and straightened his posture and stood in front of the table.

Growling.

A drink that flows smoothly into a glass.

Paramon’s forehead frowned slightly.

I couldn’t remember which direction it was.

“Rossel, was it on the left? I think it was on the right side.”

“I said the direction doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, I remember.”

Paramon quietly closed his eyes and concentrated his thoughts.

I hope Chris’s body heals as cleanly as if it had been washed.

I wish happiness to this young man who accepts all kinds of sorrow while comforting the dead.

I hope the bad feelings contained in the curse will not defile this young man.

The glass slowly rotated in a circle.

One lap.

Two wheels.

Only after the elaborate movement was completed was the drinking glass placed on the table.

Paramon stood up and turned his head towards Clocel.

“Wasn’t there something called a clause?”

“I always used to do that after pouring alcohol.”

Paramon fell into thought for a moment.

It was a bizarre act whose purpose was unknown.

The act of kneeling down with both knees aligned and bowing your head.

In some ways, this may be a shameful act for a knight.

But that didn’t seem to matter when Chris acted like a bow.

Because it was an attitude that seemed infinitely humble and sacred.

Perhaps that reverent gesture is one of the important elements of this ritual.

“It would be better.”

“I think so too. Chris’ ritual has a mysterious aspect, so wouldn’t bowing be a meaningful action?”

Paramon was confident.

Isn’t he a sword master?

This kind of movement was not too difficult for him, who was able to imitate even the most difficult swordsmanship at a glance.

Paramon looked at the elves and opened his mouth.

“This is an act called bowing. It’s one of the procedures that Chris always pays close attention to. I’m going to demonstrate this time too, so everyone can follow along.”

Paramon’s demonstration was a perfect bow itself.

Sophisticated movements and overflowing dignity.

The attitude that reflected the spirit of the knight was enough to elicit admiration.

Paramon bowed once and stood up, then paused for a moment.

The number of times Chris bowed was different each time, but he usually bowed twice.

Didn’t swordsmanship also use the most basic movements?

Since bowing is basic and involves bowing twice, it is probably the most common.

Paramon moved his body again and bowed.

With my hopes that Chris will recover.

“You can do this and then leave.”

Paramon and Clocel’s eyes met each other with pride.

Even in Chris’s opinion, this was an excellent progress.

I followed exactly what he did.

Even if they weren’t shamans, wouldn’t it have some effect?

The elf who saw Paramon’s demonstration spoke.

“Are you praying to the World Tree?”

“If you pray, you might reach the World Tree. That is why the table was set in the direction of the World Tree. Wouldn’t it be more effective with Chris lying in the middle?”

The elf nodded in agreement.

It was quite a persuasive statement.

If it were a world tree, it would definitely listen.

It seemed like their origins would go to the World Tree through Chris.

“Chris, you perform a mysterious ritual.”

Paramon answered solemnly.

“The mind is the most important thing in this ritual.”

A large number of elves were gathered around.

Even if our hearts are small, if we all gather together, the amount will be enormous.

“But it won’t be enough for everyone to drink alcohol.”

You probably don’t need just one or two glasses.

There wasn’t enough space at the table to put them all up.

At that time, an elf with a beautiful face stepped forward.

“Since we said the heart is important, how about posting the flowers we grew?”

“Hoo…!”

“Good idea.”

Positive reactions came from all over.

These flowers are grown with great care, so no matter where you display them with sincerity, they will not be lacking.

It was a common thought among all elves.

“Let’s do it right now. There is not enough space, so everyone must bring an appropriate amount.”

A procession of elves picked flowers one by one.

The line in front of the well-prepared table stretched to no end.

As the flowers piled up and there was no space left, the remaining flowers were placed around Chris.

As the order passed one by one, it was about time a flower garden was born near Chris.

There was a small movement.

rustling –

“……Hmm?”

“…Chris?”

Everyone fell silent and silence fell.

It was clearly the sound of Chris moving.

Soon, Chris’s other arm twitched.

rustling –

The elves’ eyes widened and radiated clear light.

“Hyung…It works!”

“Chris’ consciousness is coming back!”

“Hurry and pick more flowers!”