My neck was sore, so I lifted my head to stretch.

    Ymir’s grave, which seemed like it would be out of reach for a lifetime, was quite close by.

    Jules was holding my hand tightly.

    As it is a village for Ain, sidewalks have been created.

    happy. I felt like I gained strength just by walking on the sidewalk.

    ‘After all, a person must walk the human path.’

    There were mostly low weeds on the hard-packed ground, so it was much easier to walk. Several stocky ramrats and elves were seen on the road.

    The centaur was following Ramrat, carrying the load on his back, on the horse’s back, and on the side of the boat… literally carrying the load all over his body.

    ‘Are you working for wages?’

    The centaur was wearing long-length clothing that looked like barding. The lower clothing was secured with a belt tied around a person’s waist and a belt tied around the lower abdomen, and the upper clothing was similar to human clothing.

    ‘How can a creature like that exist?’

    Horseshoes were placed on the hooves.

    If you’re going to do something like that, of course you’ll need it.

    The centaur’s waist was S-shaped like a human’s, and the waist was very thin. The reason was immediately apparent.

    I stretched my body backwards and took out the canteen that was strapped to my hip.

    The bending of the body goes beyond being flexible and is acrobatic.

    It appears that the intestines are located on the horse’s stomach.

    So, that means that the only thing in that upper body is muscle.

    I was excited to see something I had only seen in novels.

    “Wow! This is my first time seeing that other Ajin.”

    “Don’t say it.”

    ah. As Juul warned, I kept my mouth shut.

    As more and more eyes watched, Juul started to cling to me.

    It was quite an ordeal to be lifted and moved.

    My stomach hurts from being pressed.

    Still, I had some time to catch my breath and take a good look at my surroundings.

    Only then did I understand Jules’ advice.

    ‘Everyone is looking at me.’

    The same goes for Ramrats, Centaurs, and Elves.

    Wary eyes, eyes looking at objects, sympathetic eyes, etc.

    strange.

    Did I do something?

    ‘Maybe because of something you said?’

    The further we entered the village, the taller the trees became.

    Because it is so tall, it provides adequate shade, so you can see quite a few vines covering the trees.

    There are numerous red fruits on the outside.

    India, which had been solidly consolidated, became wider and the population density also increased.

    “Please take a look at the items here!”

    “Spices are cheap! It’s cheap!”

    Pobusang merchants with ceramics on display are touting customers.

    You can also see places where people built houses out of wood or dirt and opened shops.

    As if saying this was the outskirts, the further we went, the more demi-humans there were.

    Soon, intact stores began to appear one by one.

    ‘This is completely a market version.’

    It was quite different from the image of the elf I knew.

    Still, there isn’t a single vigilante in sight.

    Shouldn’t a town this big have vigilantes patrolling it?

    It’s also strange.

    Ymir’s tomb is an elf village, but there weren’t many elves.

    ‘Is this still a small market on the outskirts of town?’

    The closer we got to Ymir’s grave, the thicker the tree trunk became and the taller it got.

    So much so that it completely blocks the sun.

    ‘How tall is the tree?’

    I made a shadow with my hand and when I looked at the sky, a seal was reflected in my eyes.

    ···It was an elf.

    I see an elf watching me from a tree.

    They had bows in their hands, and they were looking straight at me.

    It seemed like he wanted to use me as a target.

    I got goosebumps as if I had discovered a poisonous snake hiding at my feet.

    ‘This is why Jules had me wrapped up tightly.’

    Well, their inconvenience is none of my business.

    I slowly looked over the forest.

    There are countless skybridges in the forest or above the trees.

    There were dozens of houses built on trees just by looking around.

    A few flower petals fell down with a cool breeze.

    ‘They’re all different colors?’

    It was a flower that grew on a tree.

    It appears to be a parasitic plant that blooms on the tree itself. There are too many types to think comfortably.

    All kinds of flowers and strangely shaped plants were growing through the tomb trees as food.

    Among them, there were many familiar flowers.

    I can assure you that it was not a parasitic plant.

    ‘The grave tree is a living flower pot.’

    In the elf village, all the windows were glass.

    Do elves like vine-shaped curves?

    Art Nouveau-style railings in the shape of vine stems, acanthus-patterned furniture, and windows with flower-shaped engravings.

    The stairs leading up to the tree were guarded by an elf.

    It seemed that only elves could climb up there.

    “Are you going to slaughter that human being?”

    The creepy voice ignited my curiosity.

    ‘Slaughter? me?’

    Before Jules knew it, a bold hairball had arrived in front of him.

    It was so small that you couldn’t even spot it coming close.

    “No.”

    “As a slave?”

    “That’s right.”

    “Sell it to me. We will pay the right price.”

    The short Ramrat rubbed his hands and laughed.

    It is said that in order to survive in this harsh world, small people began to group together and mix together, regardless of species.

    My father said that they are all called Ramrats.

    The appearance is crazy.

    The face resembles a fox. However, its fur is brown and spotted like a deer, and its eyes are bright.

    It was so noticeable that it was distracting.

    “I have no intention of selling it.”

    Juul passed Ramrat.

    Ramrat often walked away somewhere while looking at me.

    ‘···Is that little thing trying to eat me?’

    As we got closer to Ymir’s grave, the trees disappeared at some point.

    A village was formed centered around a huge tree.

    A circular area had been created with Ymir’s tomb at the center.

    Ymir’s tomb was so huge that the roots were exposed above ground.

    The tree was so huge that it crushed the ground and lowered it.

    A small river was flowing next to the lowered root.

    The river surrounded Ymir’s tomb, creating a natural moat.

    Although the water flows, it is slow and there are plenty of aquatic plants similar to lotuses. And because there were so many fish, there were many people who enjoyed fishing.

    ‘It’s a real fantasy.’

    I looked up at the huge roots of Ymir until it hurt.

    At first glance, the diameter of the roots was twice as large as the house I lived in.

    What is the diameter of the tree when it barely has roots?

    ‘It goes without saying.’

    That’s a megaton tree.

    ‘How on earth does a tree like that not wither?’

    I don’t know where the nutrients are absorbed.

    There were a noticeable number of elves with bows here.

    Although there were few guards in the market, it seemed like most of the guards were focused on patrolling around Ymir’s tomb.

    ‘Well, it’s a royal tomb.’

    I looked around.

    There were bookstores, restaurants, pigment, medicine, and clothing stores that only the upper class would visit, and couples and citizens enjoyed strolling along the park road.

    An elf walks past me, looking up and down.

    Those eyes gave me chills.

    Because the eyes were not looking at people, but looking at objects.

    When we made eye contact, the elf raised the corners of his mouth and began to turn back.

    It was a smile that raised awareness of human dignity.

    “Are you selling that?”

    Don’t sell!

    Even if you are thinking of selling, don’t sell to that person!

    Fortunately, Jules shakes his head.

    “No.”

    “It’s a shame, it’s cute.”

    The elf looks down at me with sticky eyes and extends his hand.

    I wasn’t offended by this kind of praise.

    If only the other person wasn’t a man!

    “Do not touch.”

    Juul slapped away the hand the elf held out.

    Looking at the expression of this elf, as well as Ramrat from earlier, I could clearly see how humans were treated by other demi-humans.

    ─He is not treated as a person, but as an object.

    I had planned to live here until I became an adult and then run away, but I had no idea that the treatment would be this bad.

    Was I being too complacent?

    “No matter how high you are, you are doing too much.”

    ‘Is it high?’

    Jules seemed to be a celebrity.

    ···The only consolation is that I am a slave to the superintendent’s house.

    The elf glanced at Jool and left.

    “Let’s go.”

    “Yes.”

    The place Juul went to was the workshop.

    One ramrat was scraping the fat off the hide, while another was boiling the molded hide in boiling water.

    Wow!

    Seeing the water evaporating, it appears to be boiling oil.

    Ramrat, who resembled a raccoon wearing woven clothes and a dirty apron, glanced in this direction.

    Soon Ramrat threw away his work and ran at a brisk pace.

    “Hello, Juyul~! How can I help you?”

    “Hello Felix, how is work going?”

    Ramrat, called Felic, smiled and nodded.

    “Thanks to Juyul, orders are coming in well. Because you always use our store.”

    “Good.”

    “By the way, what’s going on?”

    “It’s because my armor is damaged, can you take a look at it?”

    Juul took off his leather armor and held it out.

    Felik’s eyes rolled towards Jool, as if he had smelled the blood that had seeped into the armor.

    “Sorry. My armor has been pierced.”

    “It’s not your armor problem.”

    “Yes?”

    “You’ll know it when you see it.”

    As Zul pointed out the torn area where Terup had scratched, Felic’s eyes widened as he examined the armor.

    “······What on earth happened?! This is armor that will never be cut even if it splits or breaks?!”

    “I got scratched by this guy.”

    Zul tapped Terub’s head, which was attached to his belt.

    It’s only been two days, but my eyes are already turning white.

    Felic tilted his head and examined the body.

    “······Terup? Have you captured Terub?”

    Jules smiled brightly, showing his fangs.

    “I cut it into pieces.”

    Only then did Felix breathe a sigh of relief.

    With an expression as if it were natural for the armor to be pierced.

    “···Looking at the masseter muscle, it appears to be a Pan-tribe male. I thought the only ones that could compete with them were Ogeo or Dragonia?”

    “It was easy because he was young. If I had been more experienced, I might have lost.”

    “Jyuyul, you don’t have to be so humble.”

    As Juul said, the mountain owner had incredible physical abilities.

    Because every action was at the level of acrobatics.

    Juul crushed the mountain owner with overwhelming force.

    In some ways, this person is more of a monster than the mountain owner.

    “We will repair your armor right away.”

    “How much?”

    “I am the one who is confident that it will never be torn, but of course I cannot receive money. Please don’t stand and come in.”

    Felix smiled and walked into the workshop first.

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