episode_0208

by fnovelpia

Stop.

Arphia caressed her wrist.

He broke the restraints without any effort.

It was thanks to the servant.

The only thing the restraint restrains is magic power.

The spirit does not correspond to that.

I knew it from the beginning, so I was tied up obediently.

Because you can release it and come out whenever you want.

‘I never thought about not being able to control spirits.’

I’ve never seen anything like it, but if something like that were to happen, wouldn’t Karami come to the rescue?

Yeah, definitely.

Although there was no evidence, Arphia did not doubt.

Arpia glanced at Hugo, who had turned into a lump of charcoal as he walked forward. She didn’t feel even a shred of sympathy.

He is a slave of Karami.

This body belongs to Karami.

That’s all you can touch on your own body.

It is a punishment for daring to carve wounds into one’s body with dirty hands.

Of course, it was something that happened by agreement, so it’s understandable that Hugo feels wronged.

“If you have any complaints, be born as an elf.”

The world is originally absurd.

They had evil intentions from the beginning, so it’s their own fault.

Arphia passed by without a care, climbed the stairs, and left the basement. When she opened the basement door, the slave maids who had been leaning against it fell over with a crash.

“Huh?”

The tangled maids groaned and got up. They were so frightened that they couldn’t even look at Arphia, so they lowered their heads and looked away.

“What are you doing?”

“Rain, I heard a scream and I was worried… .”

“Your master?”

“Ah, no! Uh, Elf… oh.”

The slaves answered cautiously, looking in the direction of the cellar. It was not difficult to tell what they were looking at.

“Your master is dead.”

“Yes?”

“He hit me first. How dare you hit an elf. This is self-defense. Right?”

Arpia calmly explained the situation. The flustered women nodded their heads at a speed that made afterimages appear.

“Of course! Of course not… .”

Arphia slightly raised the corners of her lips. She waved her fingers as if drawing a picture in the air.

Crunch-.

A cold wind suddenly blew from somewhere. The chains on the maids were cleanly cut.

The maids looked at her with a puzzled look as they saw her body become lighter.

“Huh?”

“It looks too heavy. Do you need it? Oh, did I just throw away my precious slave badge? What should I do? Should I put it back on?”

Arphia would be upset if someone else ruined her brand. Arphia is truly sorry.

The maids waved their hands in horror.

“Oh, no? It’s precious. Thank you!”

“Um… I don’t know why I’m grateful, but if you guys are okay with it, then it’s okay. Instead, I’ll at least make up for my mistakes.”

Bubbles appeared in the air and enveloped the women’s affected areas.

Parts that were swollen or rotten due to extreme cruelty are restored to their original state.

“A wound…?”

“ and… .”

“I don’t feel sick anymore.”

“My feet…! My feet are back!”

The healing power of the water spirit is comparable to the blessing of the priest. The servant of Arphia, who is extremely high-level compatible, can be perfectly healed as long as he does not die.

The bruises and scars on the women were completely wiped away. Arphia also had the scars from Hugo’s whipping removed.

The women bowed their heads and shed tears.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

“How can I repay this favor… .”

“Okay. It’s not that hard. This is all I can do.”

What would Karami do here?

It must have helped them to get ahead.

But he himself was not Karami.

It is impossible to free slaves like that.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t free you.”

“Huh? Aren’t we liberated?”

“You just stopped being slaves?”

“Isn’t that liberation?”

“?”

A conversation that doesn’t connect.

They tilted their heads, not understanding each other.

This was because the concept of ‘liberation’ that Arpia and women knew was different.

It didn’t really matter.

Because women believed that they were liberated thanks to Arpia.

“I’m going to go now──ugh.”

Arphia staggered violently for a moment.

I stood with my body leaning against the wall.

“Are you okay?!”

“Yeah… It’s okay.”

“But the cold sweat is so intense…! Your hands are shaking too. As expected from the owner… Is it the aftereffects of being hit by that man?”

Arphia’s hands trembled like an aspen tree.

It’s not because Hugo hit her. Arphia knows very well what causes this symptom.

“It’s really okay. It’s nothing. I’m busy so I’ll go, so take care of everyone. If you need money, you can grab something from this mansion.”

“Goodbye!”

“Thank you, pretty fairy!”

Arphia left the mansion as she was escorted out. She walked briskly towards the inn as if she was being chased by something. With every step, anxiety and nervousness spread.

“Welcome.”

Arphia enters the room without giving anyone a chance to respond. She collapses on the floor.

My mouth was dry and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. It was withdrawal.

Arphia opens the pocket on her thigh and takes out her belongings one by one.

A bottle containing ether resin.

Pollen from Lacnea.

One day, when buying the necessary items at the top, Arphia secretly brought Narsha the items, which were all tobacco ingredients.

Arphia’s touch to the cigarette was nothing more than a simple curiosity. He saw the people who came to deliver goods to the upper level smoking cigarettes.

They say that smoking makes them feel better and gives them a sense of liberation from the stifling life.

The word liberation rang in Arpia’s ears. He started smoking, thinking that if he did this, he would be able to feel that feeling again.

At first, it was just an ordinary cigarette.

It was just rough and made my throat sore.

I just couldn’t understand why they were doing this.

But it’s a strange addiction that’s hard to break.

The feeling of my body becoming sluggish was definitely different.

It was like watering a dried flower.

However, it did not have much effect due to the nature of the elf’s body that purifies toxins that enter the body.

The more she did it, the more her body adapted and she was purified without even realizing it. Arphia, who was already deeply addicted, couldn’t stop. She needed stronger and stronger drugs.

Arphia spread out a leaf.

The leaves of the world tree.

I secretly took it before leaving on my trip.

I held the leaf to my nose and inhaled. It had been quite some time since I picked it, but the forest’s energy had not yet disappeared. The fragrant air tickled my nostrils.

There are many high-quality papers available on the market, but Arpia’s is better.

It was soft and dried easily, and above all, the fragrance when burned was incomparable to anything else.

How dare you use the leaves of the World Tree as tobacco material. If the elves had seen it, they would have been horrified, but no one knows the truth.

Cut the veins of the leaves into small pieces and trim them. Then, pick up the pouch. Carefully pick it up with your fingertips, lest it blow away in the wind, and scatter it over the leaves.

Only use a very small amount. If you use too much, it will exceed the elf’s purifying power.

Finally, he opened the vial. Ether resin. A material commonly used to burn magic candles. When he dropped a drop on his hand, the sticky liquid took on a blue tint.

Rub your fingers to spread the resin thinly, and mix it evenly into the torn leaves. Roll up the leaves and twist one end to secure them in place.

With trembling hands, he put a cylindrical leaf in his mouth and lit the tip with the spirit.

As small flames color the leaves, bluish smoke rises. As the leaves of the World Tree burn, the fragrant scent of the forest spreads.

Arphia inhaled smoke slowly, very slowly.

The first taste was bitter.

The crispy, dry leaves burned and filled my mouth.

But soon, a sweet scent lingers on the tip of the tongue.

The scent of pollen fills your mouth.

A pleasant warmth runs down my neck.

As the smoke that had been pushed deep into my lungs began to spread, my heart began to beat like a dance.

“Hoo… .”

I exhaled.

Smoke escaped, escaping from his lips.

My whole body feels sluggish.

The weight that was weighing down on my brain disappears.

In my head, something seemed to melt.

Something that should never disappear.

I feel like I’m becoming an idiot.

The moment she was immersed in the smoke that filled the room, Arphia found herself lying down in a flower garden.

Surrounded by soft flowers.

Blue sky.

The wind is blowing gently.

The sensation of air seeping over my skin is vivid.

I get goosebumps every time a little breeze touches me.

My mind became empty and filled with color instead.

Golden.

Red color.

Blue light.

When I close my eyes, everything shines brightly.

The flower petals flutter in the wind like a melody.

Then the light melts away.

The golden waves crash and ripple.

Even the air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers.

It feels like pollen is seeping into my lungs every time I breathe.

It feels like flowers are growing all over my body.

“Puhhhh.”

A small smile appeared on his lips.

A burst of laughter broke out for no reason.

And then.

Exactly.

I heard the sound of water drops falling.

Red spread among the colorful flowers.

At first it was a small dot.

But soon it began to spread and seep in.

As if an invisible hand had dropped ink onto the petals.

A strange metallic smell mixed in with the sweet floral scent. A hot, thick, and clear smell.

A tingling sensation passed over my skin, but it didn’t matter.

Because it feels good.

I hope it stays like this for the rest of my life.

I inhaled the smoke again.

Deeper.

Slower.

Your senses become more dull.

The floor recedes and the body floats upward.

Surrender to the wind.

And then it gets locked.

Anywhere.

Anywhere is fine.

Just open your eyes and he’ll be there.

The fairy flies on the wind.

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