I think the sword given out as standard was called Estark.

    It is better to fight by stabbing rather than cutting with a sword slightly longer than the length of the leg.

    It doesn’t break easily and the body of the spirit bottle has good strength, so if you use a little strength, it can fit into most places.

    As long as you avoid the bones, it’s enough to stab a bear to death.

    When they get close to the bears, they seem to be ordinary bears other than knowing how to shoot a bow, so they give up the bow and fight by swinging their front paws.

    “Do not destroy the formation, but deal with it as a group of 3! If it sticks, nothing happens!”

    I don’t know if he has ever handled subordinates before, but everyone moves calmly thanks to the advice of someone with good leadership skills.

    Every time I swing my claws, the sound of the wind blowing makes my skin goosebumps. However, as soon as the two spirit soldiers stabbed his back feet with their swords and pinned him to the tree, another one ran up and stabbed his sword into his heart.

    Kuwok!

    The bear screams and dies. This is happening everywhere.

    “I’ll try all these things because it’s like a real mental illness.”

    High physical ability can be considered an advantage for soul patients along with resurrection.

    In modern times, normal people would have immediately pretended to be dead or run away like crazy, but the body of a spirit soldier is no match for a bear in terms of strength or speed.

    The reason we were surprised was because we were surprised. If you keep your wits about you, enemies like this are easy.

    ‘now!’

    Deeply-

    After paying attention to the bear, I went under the bear, pierced the top of the bear’s foot with an asterisk, drove it into the ground, and escaped. Leave the rest to others and look back.

    Wow!

    With a loud roar, the bear the teacher was fighting fell down.

    Soon, the teacher lightly held the esterk in one hand and quickly stabbed the bear’s eyes, then stabbed the bear from below the neck, without moving his body.

    “Master, you’re awesome! There are already 6!”

    “I thought there would be something close enough to shoot a bow, but I guess that’s not the case.”

    Surprisingly, it seems like it will end soon, so I think I will be able to go home alive today.

    Although it is annoying to have to drag the whole carriage and walk back.

    “But isn’t a bear a pet of elves? For some reason I only see bears today.”

    “Don’t say that. It’s good if you can’t see it. Let’s not call the elves and just go back right away.”

    ‘If you meet an elf, you should just assume that he is dead.’

    Piyuuung-

    The moment I think that, suddenly various bullet-like things of light start flying between the trees.

    The various and beautiful lights that decorate the sky fly towards us at almost the same speed as bullets.

    A bullet made by magic.

    These are very small arrows with basic properties.

    The problem is that it is the type that has been hit quite a lot, and if it gets hit, it goes through everything, including armor.

    Humans with long ears pop out from between the trees along with tracer-like magic.

    “… They are elves.”

    “Oh really, why is Iljin like this today?”

    “It’s not my fault?”

    “Anyway, yes. I guess so.”

    I’m angry, but I can’t blame anyone for this. Since they were logging in a hostile area, it was bound to happen someday.

    Just when I thought most of the bears had been defeated, the elves came out. When I saw him holding a sword, I honestly thought he was wrong.

    In the first place, bears are like pet dogs raised by elves, and this is the real enemy.

    I occasionally learned practical swordsmanship from my teacher, so I think I am good at swordsmanship against people, but elves who hold swords are children who have been sharpening swords for hundreds of years.

    As soon as those elves came out with their swords, the situation changed. Some people die instantly, while others survive for quite some time. Me and Master are still okay.

    Kakang! Kang! Kang!

    An incredibly fierce attack.

    A cold sweat starts to appear in an instant as the pointed sword is aimed precisely at the neck and heart.

    The elf wearing the hood attached to me also seems to know how to use a sword, and the next blade continues to fly before the metal sound of the sword disappears.

    Whoosh-

    I’m trying to block it by making the most of my experience and sense over the past 5 years, but I’m not sure how long I can do it because I’m mostly blocking it based on my senses.

    ‘In the first place, if elves were to appear, it would be worthwhile to have wizards and knights appear.’

    I accepted the sword with that thought in mind, but eventually reached my limit.

    The moment a knife flies into my face and I think this is the end.

    “Wow, you had black hair! See you again?”

    Suddenly the blade stops and a bright voice is heard from inside the hood.

    “Over there, over there! I don’t know if you remember me, but you came last time and fought with me!”

    “Oh, I’m glad to see this. It looks like you have a spherical face. Then, can you please spare me?”

    I don’t know who it is, but I’ll just pretend to be friendly. I remember the last time I fought an elf was at least a year ago, so I wonder if he’s talking about that time.

    I didn’t expect anyone here to know my face.

    ‘I’m speaking more favorably than I thought. If I do a good job, won’t they let me go?’

    “I thought it would look pretty because I made clothes using your black hair. It’s like a black waterfall. Just touching it makes me feel really good.”

    “This is crazy.”

    Unfortunately, he was not a normal person, but a hair-loving psycho elf.

    It gave me goosebumps to think that my hair had become a material for other people’s clothes without my knowledge and that someone was wearing it.

    “But it was a bit short so I couldn’t complete it. You’re the only one with black hair of the same color. Hmm… Even if I take it this time, it still won’t be enough.”

    “Then my goal is the same hair anyway, so I’ll cut it, so can you take a look?”

    “Didn’t they say that soul disease will be resurrected even after death? There’s no need to beg like that, right?”

    The elf looks at me quizzically.

    “No, of course I hate it because it is resurrection and death, and the process of dying before that is painful.”

    If you get cut with a paper it hurts, but if you get stabbed with a knife it hurts like crazy. And no matter how much you experience such pain, you can never get used to it. At least that’s how I am. So it’s natural to want to avoid it.

    “Oh, is that so? Still, I guess it still has its merits…”

    ‘Damn the advantages.’

    The only person who enjoys and delights in pain is a pervert.

    The elf mumbled and began to worry.

    ‘If you just look at me from here, I can run away right away. ‘Please!’

    In the first place, the noble ordered all ‘animals’ to be killed.

    Although elves are a different race, they are treated as intelligent beings, so they do not fall under the order of being beasts. Now that all the bears have been killed, you can get rid of them without having to fight.

    “Then let’s make a contract!”

    “Yes? A contract?”

    huh! Then the elf suddenly came up to me, grabbed my clothes, and dragged me into the grass out of sight of the other elves.

    Already, almost all of the other soul soldiers had fallen and other elves were gradually flocking around.

    By the way, the pulling force is really strong. How did I survive this sword?

    “Anyway, it’s not pretty if you keep multiple strands short, so I’ll save you when I meet you next time I grow my hair out!”

    “Can’t you just send it to me now?”

    “There is so much snow right now that I am in trouble. From next time, I will save you for sure! Are you going to do it or not?”

    The elf holding my sword to his throat while doing this. It’s a choice, but if you die no matter what you choose, there’s no reason to trade, right?

    If you’re going to lose money by dying anyway, it would be a good idea to at least make a promise to live one more time next time.

    Even if you die, you’ll be resurrected, but I don’t think you’ll be able to beat it the next time you meet. In that case, wouldn’t it be better to just give it your hair?

    “Then next time, you will really look after any situation?”

    then! The elf answered brightly.

    In this situation, the smile shown under the hood seemed trustworthy, even though it felt a little psychotic.

    “My name is Aila. What about you?”

    “It’s called Lee Rim…”

    To be exact, he is Kim I-rip, but it is difficult to pronounce, so everyone calls him Irim. So, I also call myself Lee Rim here.

    “Okay Lee Rim! Until next time we meet, or if it’s that long, I’ll come find you! Instead, I promise not to kill you again from now on!”

    As the elf said that, he took off the jewel from the brooch on his shoulder above the emblem on my neck, and when he recited an incomprehensible spell, the brooch glowed and disappeared.

    “Now! The contract is over!”

    “Well then…”

    “Yes! I have to die!”

    ‘It’s too much.’

    I have no choice but to make up my mind.

    And although I received a promise that I would be saved in some way next time, I thought that if possible, I would have to cut him off if he went to the elf forest.

    It’s so sad to die, but I never want to go back to a place where there’s a crazy elf who even rips off my hair.

    It’s not like I want to, though.

    ‘But did you say you were going to visit me? I don’t know why, but the elves never come to where we live anymore.’

    “Then goodbye!”

    “… Damn.”

    While I was thinking that, I saw a knife flying in front of my eyes.

    Suddenly-

    The workmanship was much better than I expected, so it ended without any pain. Maybe it was a blade that reflected what I said earlier about not wanting to be in pain.

    ‘I don’t want to die anymore.’

    My first goal in this world that I haven’t achieved yet in 5 years.

    First, survive as long as possible without dying.

    However, I still barely exceeded the maximum survival time of a week, let alone two weeks.

    ‘What a shitty world.’

    In an environment like this, it is very difficult to achieve even such simple things. But if you give up, this routine will just repeat itself.

    so

    ‘When I wake up, I will go to the supply officer that Master talked about and ask him to use me as his adjutant.’

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