episode_0026

Before embarking on his journey as a successor, Bihan made various preparations.

First, he enlisted Gomseong as his escort.

Second, he scoured the family’s warehouse and nearby markets to purchase or acquire necessary items.

Lastly,

“Address… Elvenheim 321-2 or 3… Either one doesn’t matter, so should I just send it?”

He emptied his pockets and sent a letter to the Elven Forest via express delivery.

Upon hearing that the Elven Forest was the destination, members of the delivery guild turned pale, trying to refuse in any way they could.

Who am I?

I am Adelheid’s successor, the eldest son.

Ahem

Though reluctant, they couldn’t refuse the words of the lord’s eldest son who governed this land.

Facing the express delivery person sending resentful looks despite my noble status, I did teach the elves a thing or two about surviving without getting killed.

In reality, even if I hadn’t taught them, they would have found a way to survive and return, right? How could they not?

Nonsense.

In the game, they don’t die and deliver well, right?

Anyway, if you were to ask how I managed to summon the elves all the way from Elvenheim to the barrier of the successor here in Dulliere, I’d say:

Firstly, an understanding of these crazy elven beings is necessary.

[Title: On the Race Known as Elves, or Perhaps Barbaric Younglings]

[Author: MaxLevelRabbit]

As we play this game, many of us have probably had these thoughts at least once.

“Hey, it’s fantasy, where are the elves?”

“Why can’t we have elves as companions?”

“Aren’t elves supposed to be characters for strategy?”

To begin with, there are elves, they can be companions, and they are indeed strategic characters.

However, we need to understand the elves within this game world.

What do we usually think of when we hear the word “elf”?

A long-eared race that reveres the World Tree as a parent, protects the forest, handles bows, spirits, and loves nature and life.

Something like that, right?

But in this game, it’s a bit different.

Simply put, in this game, elves are

Tree-huggers.

No, seriously.

…

The World Tree is a big tree: Damn these tree-hugging bastards still shooting arrows at our backs. Barely cleared up to level 5 without saving..

ElfLover: I kinda like it too, damn it..

The Seductive Hole of the Willow Tree: Kya!

DarkTansuSwordsmistress: Kya is for ten tree-hugger kids;;

Why are Black Cats considered extra: Could you please feature the Black Cat race instead of those damn elves..?

The elves of this world are a fanatical eco-fascist group.

They believe that plants are the most precious things in the world, and everything else is useless, akin to crazy Nazi-like individuals.

Whether this distorted direction came about or they simply wanted to merge with those damn precious trees.

The entire elven race has become tree-huggers.

When elves seek a partner, they choose only one of two options.

Either nervously accept a fellow elf of the opposite sex or marry into the tree race

like Stumps or Dryads or whatever.

It’s really hilarious but sad; unless the protagonist merges with a tree spirit (semi-) permanently, elves are impossible to conquer, let alone befriend. Their affinity doesn’t even budge?

Of course, if you merge with a tree spirit, your affinity immediately maxes out.

They’re such a dizzying race..

However, plant-type monsters are quite rare, and among them, races that can be partnered with are even rarer, which is why the current situation has come to fruition.

-Kwaaang!

“Don’t stop your hands, everyone!! Despite hating everything about this color, if we get rid of this nuisance, we might catch a glimpse of the Dryads!!!”

” “Waaaah!!!!!” ”

-Kwaaguagwaaang!!!!

Seeing them shoot arrows of immense destructive power non-stop while uttering such words really gives you chills.

Are these guys really the strongest race excluding dragons..?

How Dryads could be so good that some exhausted their mana but still managed to pull off a defense despite the siege.

Would that Akat just keep on defending with a desperate look on his face?

Watching Akat defend against the onslaught of arrows, I turned to the elf and said, “Let’s move first.”

Akat and the sorcerer can handle these guys.

Since we’re stalling until they arrive, now that they’re here, we need to move.

As I say this and start moving, including Elise, the others look at me questioningly.

“Are we really going?”

Nodding casually, I signaled the departure by mounting Ahlak, the high-grade mount from last time.

Stop worrying and let’s get going.

“Stop holding on, you trash!! Because of you, we’re wasting time not seeing our beautiful lady!!!!”

What’s with the obsession with trees, but even so, that High Elf guy is extraordinary too.

High Elf Archery – The Ultimate Art

Concentrate on one point, wield.

As the arrow from the elf in front flies, all the surrounding arrows seem to gather around it as if guided by will, piercing through towards the arrow’s path.

An arrow piercing through Akat’s desperate defense straight towards his chest.

Seeing this, everyone finally moves.

Living as a High Elf for a long time isn’t in vain after all.

But if that guy still doesn’t have a partner… Could it be he’s been alone for thousands of years…?

In an instant, I responded swiftly to my letter, almost understanding the desperate fight of the opponent I came all the way here for.

I may not understand the tree…taste, but empathy for thousands of years… Well, it seems urgent.

Shivering at the grim reality, I pointed Ahlak in the direction we should go.

Where we are heading is…

– Kuwoong!!!!!!

The battlefield where red energy continues to erupt.

…

– Kaaang!

– Thud!

– Kiiing–!!!!

The clashing of their weapons resonates, a song of iron ringing out.

This place where two transcendents stand on the brink of warriors’ dreams, their dance continues.

Sword and axe

Axe and sword

Their weapons tearing at each other so fiercely that the difference between them is imperceptible, their precarious dance interrupted momentarily by a kick aimed at one’s abdomen.

– Thud!

– Clang.

Finally, after their weapons clash, Liness turns her arm after kicking her opponent.

“Wow.. Just like I thought last time, your strength is amazing. Now I understand why our mom found it amusing.”

“……”

Even with a gesture of pain in her arm, her opponent only raises the axe defiantly.

Seeing this, Liness chuckles.

“In a hurry?”

“…!”

As her opponent seems about to swing the axe at any moment, hesitating, Liness continues without wiping the smile off her face.

“Bihan said something like, if we stall, we win because you’re in a rush. Something about… the bowl… or was it…”

– Thud!

As she mentions the bowl, the axe comes down swiftly, easily dodged by Liness.

No matter what she says, not even when one arm was cut off, has she shown such hesitation before.

Liness realizes that Bihan’s words struck a chord with them.

Dodging the axe and smiling mischievously, she wonders how to handle this situation.

“…Female human.”

“…Oh?”

Without saying a word last time or this time, the chieftain who only swung the axe opens his mouth.

“You… are strong.”

“Um, thanks?”

“..But I am stronger.”

“Didn’t you lose one arm to me?”

“..A female eventually submits to a male. Kill all the others, spare yourself.”

“….”

“With you, I might produce a strong successor.”

“Wow..”

Liness realizes that when she’s too angry, nothing comes out but a forced laugh.

When Bihan returned battered, Elise, whom she had encountered a few times because of Rayana, cried because Bihan transformed into an orc and claimed to be her betrothed.

At that moment, I just laughed it off and shrugged, but now that I’ve experienced it, I understand.

Wow, this really pisses me off…?

The chieftain touched on many things that Linus had hoped for in his first words.

First, having regained his appetite as an orc in Linus’s body.

To bear his child? Is he insane?

Secondly, disrespecting a female…a woman.

Is it right for a woman to end up beneath a man after all?

In a place where the two strongest individuals are both women?

Thirdly,

“What confidence do you have to say you’re stronger than me?”

Why do you think you’re stronger than me?

What about a guy who got his arm chopped off because he was too busy trying to block last time?

Everything else is unforgivable, but claiming to be weaker than me while being weak is even more unforgivable.

More so than the idiots who mocked me at the pre-academy party.

Normally, I would have enjoyed the fight and taken his life, but…

It’s unnecessary.

What’s necessary is overwhelming power.

The only thing the guy is confident in is physical strength.

Agility, cunning, magic, willpower—all under my control.

So let’s crush him with the power he’s most confident in.

Linus adjusted his stance.

Raising his sword, he crossed over the uppercut and extended his arm all the way behind his neck.

A technique taught to me by my mother, who transcended through the path of extreme strikes, preferring unreasonable force.

I vowed never to use it again after using it once due to the pain it caused in my shoulder and arm, but here comes the day I must use it.

Circulating mana, gathering energy into the sword while focusing all his strength on his shoulders and arms simultaneously.

The orc, who had been greedily laughing at me until he sensed something in my demeanor, raised his axe.

Mocking his stance, I strike down with all the energy stored within me.

Contained within that determination is only one thing.

I will kill that guy.

Yuria Style

Power Slash – Kill

—-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In less than a fraction of a second, the sword passes through the target, cutting through not only him but also the world behind him.

Splitting grotesquely in half along with his axe, the fallen chieftain looked at Linus, who sat down in shock.

“Ouch…it hurts…”

Rubbing his sore shoulder and arm slowly, Linus recalled what his mother once said when she taught him this technique.

“My daughter, there’s no transcendence or anything when you reach the peak. Each swing of the sword is just as powerful.”

“Then should I not use techniques?”

“No, that’s not it, but what I’m trying to say is this. It’s about the sword. If you put all your strength into it and swing fiercely, that’s the ultimate technique.”

“…Isn’t that because Mom has monster-like strength..?”

“I caught a great demon with this!”

“But that’s because Mom…”

“You can do it too, my daughter!”

“Wow…”

Trying it for the first time, his shoulder dislocated, but he still managed to hit the joint like his mother.

“Maybe it’s not wrong…?”

Looking at the world that was cut by his sword wound that still hadn’t healed, Linus smiled as he thought.

It’s the longest-lasting mark so far.

Under the torn world, Linus lay down.

I need to rest a bit…I’m not in good shape to go now.

Although she confidently lay down in the midst of a raging war, no one dared to approach her.

Chieftain vs. Linus

Linus wins.