episode_0126

When you leave the fortress, you immediately come across a wasteland.

It was once a land where the blood of the knights of the County of Cargos and other races never dried for a single day, and only now can we glimpse traces of those days as abandoned weapons.

If you go straight through there, you will reach the land of the Greenskins, who live on the front lines among these races.

“Wooo!!!”

Things like orcs and goblins cheered as they saw the Deltan car passing by.

No, I was cheering at the sight of the blazing flame symbol and the Kaltara guarding it.

“The orcs really like Kaltara.”

Deltan responded to Agnes’ words.

“Uh, last time I came, Kaltara ate the chieftain here.”

“… Huh?”

“Greenskin is a land of strength and pride. The structure is such that the strongest person becomes the chieftain by fighting with his bare body. Once you fight and win, you can become the chief even if he is not of your race.”

“… Then I guess it’s rare for greenskins to be the chieftain of their own race.”

“Surprisingly, this is a species that has never given a chieftain to another race until Kaltara.”

Agnes opened her bunny eyes.

Deltan said as if it was no big deal.

“There is no one among this race that can beat a greenskin in a hand-to-hand fight.”

“You mean it’s that strong?”

“So it’s the front line.”

It may be meaningless now, but if we were to bring up something from the war era, it was like that.

It is a land of fighters who have never been pushed back in the war against the County of Cargos, which produced the best knights of the empire throughout the ages.

In other words, the leader here, the Orc hero, is a Lord-level knight.

It wasn’t a big deal.

“Anyway, Kaltara ate the chieftain here, and thanks to that, we can pass through here with a free pass. That’s all you need to organize it.”

“Hmm… .”

Agnes nodded and looked out the window.

At the end of her gaze, the goblins were squealing and cheering for Kaltara.

“Why do goblins look so intently?”

When Deltan asked, Agnes smiled and answered.

“It reminded me of a book I read a long time ago.”

“Book?”

“The pure priestess of Lastoria is in the goblin den… .”

“Up to there.”

Deltan closed his eyes tightly.

“It’s prejudice. They say they are pacifists. They are eaten because the nature of the species itself makes them feel pleasure from serving someone.”

“I just said it was the contents of the book.”

“Forget such useless and promiscuous books.”

My head was pounding.

To tell the truth, it was like that.

Even the Deltans knew of the existence of the book.

It’s not about seeing a book, it’s about knowing why the book was written.

“Propaganda. It’s a garbage book that clouds people’s perception of these races.”

“It reacts very sensitively.”

“… .”

If you know, why not talk about books like that?

When Deltan glared, revealing his true feelings, Agnes tapped Deltan on the shoulder.

“Okay. I’ll stop.”

“… Yes.”

“Yes. Okay, let’s talk about something else.”

Agnes said and then broached the topic.

Deltan faithfully answered the questions she asked, and the moment continued until the two of them left the wasteland and entered the forest.

“From here, the land of the elves.”

“You said you know someone, right?”

“Uh, here is Daejang-ro.”

“Did you say you saved your granddaughter?”

“uh.”

“Pretty?”

“… .”

In an instant, Deltan’s mouth fell silent.

It was an instinctive reaction.

A groundless premonition arose that this answer might change my fate.

“… You are prettier.”

“So, first of all, she’s pretty too?”

“Not pretty.”

“It’s an elf?”

What should I do?

As the Deltan glared, Agnes burst into laughter.

“Fun.”

“Don’t play around with things like that.”

“What should I do when you react in a fun way?”

“I am not your toy.”

“That thing between your legs is my toy.”

Deltan felt dizzy.

Meanwhile, Gerhart’s voice rang through the speakers.

[Im here.]

Is this what the Savior’s voice sounds like?

The Deltans had never been this happy to see Gerhart in recent years.

‘Let’s raise the salary.’

That thought even occurred to me.

“Wow, elf.”

Agnes exclaimed as she looked out the car window.

It was an elf.

“They say elves are exhibitionists? Everyone is naked.”

“… Clothes are like that.”

Elves with gold or green hair were climbing on trees and looking this way.

Its characteristic features were long ears, a delicate physique, and clothing that covered only important parts with leaves.

But that wasn’t the case for everyone.

“You came.”

An old lady elf with wrinkles all over her face came out.

Ershant, the elder of the elves.

She was wearing a wide robe that covered her entire body.

Deltan said to her as he got out of the car.

“It’s been a while.”

“Is that so? It seems like we met pretty quickly.”

“3 years is a long time for a human.”

“It’s been three years? My sense of time has become blurry. I guess I’m old.”

Ershant laughed.

And when he stretched out his hand, Deltan caught it.

“Why don’t you ask me why I came?”

“I don’t think I came here to get anything else. You are a greedy person.”

“It’s not wrong, but it’s not quite right either.”

“The habit of starting with the purpose as soon as you arrive is still the same. Please eat inside first. Elves do not treat customers rudely.”

“Then let’s do that.”

The Deltans followed Ershant into the tribe.

*

Garlan, the Hound Necrophiliac.

He was truly surrounded by a rare crowd of people.

“Galan, where is your wife?”

“You won’t wake up this time?”

“Let me talk to Ailee.”

They were young elves.

During my last visit to the forest, I introduced Ailee to them, and the young elves remembered it and became attached to it.

Of course, even though they are young elves, they are old men by human standards who have lived for well over a hundred years.

The only reason I can say this is so simple is that I have never been to a tribe and have never been out of time.

Galan thought for a moment.

Is it okay to wake up Ailee here?

And only later did I remember something I had forgotten.

-If we have some free time, let’s go on a date. I think a flower garden full of flowers would be nice.

These were the words hinted to me by Ailee, who had woken me up during the previous invasion of Lopalgar.

‘Painter.’

The elf forest had a lot of pretty plants, and Ailee seemed to be satisfied with this place.

Galan blushed and wrote words in his sketchbook and showed them to the elves.

[Is there a flower garden here? Ailee wants to see flowers.]

“Any amount! That’s right, Primur would have bloomed by now!”

“Turi guy is blooming too! Let’s go to the flower field with Ailee!”

The elves willingly guided Galan to the flower garden.

It was a flower garden in the forest with red and blue flowers in full bloom.

Ailee woke up.

[Oh my, Galan. And beautiful friends? How can this be? Have you been cheating on me all this time?]

Galan was at a loss for Ailee’s playful words, and the young elves burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, it was another thing that happened when Aelil, who was passing by, fainted when she saw Ailee’s face stuck in Galan’s chest.

*

“You want to enter the place of exile?”

Inside the large hut where the warchief lived, Deltan nodded.

“Uh, you manage it there.”

“That’s correct. But what happens there?”

“To find a giant.”

“It’s a giant… .”

Ershant closed his eyes and fell into thought, as if ruminating on the past.

Then he said.

“The last time I saw it was about 300 years ago. I definitely caught a giant back then.”

The unit of time was distant.

It was natural that the ideas of Ershant, who had lived for nearly two thousand years, were different from those of the Deltans.

“Do you know what a giant is? I’m looking for it, but I don’t think anyone knows except the giants.”

“I am not keen on the native beliefs of other races. Although we are lumped together and called different races, we are completely different species.”

“Then I have to go to the place of exile.”

“I don’t recommend it.”

“Why?”

“It’s a pretty terrible place for the human spirit to endure.”

Ershant began to boil tea leaves.

“The place of exile is where the most heinous criminals in the land are imprisoned. Do you know why we keep people like that in there?

“Tell me.”

“That’s why the flow of time there is different from here.”

“More.”

“Time in exile is far slower compared to reality. And there is nothing inside. A prison that kills the soul by wearing away the mind in endless futility. That is the place of exile for fantasy beasts.”

It wasn’t much different from what Deltans knew.

And Deltan was confident.

“It doesn’t matter. Because I’ll just do my job and get out soon.”

“Escape by oneself is impossible. The only way to escape from exile is to take them out. And since we can’t predict how much time you’ll spend inside, we calculate it based on the time here, and if we take you out, one of two things will happen.”

Ershant spread two fingers.

“ Either you are dragged out before you achieve your goal, or even after you achieve your goal, a long time passes and you come out with your soul worn out.”

I looked at the fingers of Deltan Ershant.

What soon came out was laughter.

“I think you are belittling my mental ability.”

“I don’t look down on you. How can we look down on a wizard who wields great miracles? I’m just worried. It is exile that wears away even such superhuman mental strength.”

“I will take care of that. Just let me in.”

“Anyway, you’re so stubborn.”

Ershant laughed and then spoke.

“Then there is no reason not to do it. We also need to prepare, so we will send it to you as soon as the preparations are complete.”

“Should I say thank you?”

“No need. You can just treat it like paying off your debt.”

Ershant’s eyes rolled back.

At the end was Agnes, who listened to the conversation with her mouth shut.

“But it looks like you also have a desire to procreate.”

“Delta people are prosperous… .”

“Up to there.”

Deltan’s eyes widened.

Ershant’s laughter grew louder.

“Yes, it looks like that. human woman. There is affection in the wizard’s eyes when he looks at you.”

Agnes smiled cheerfully.

It didn’t last long.

“When my granddaughter approached me, I stubbornly refused.”

Damn it, Agnes’ smile cracked.

Deltan felt his heart sink.

‘You crazy old woman.’

It was done like that on purpose.

I couldn’t imagine that an old monster who had lived for 2,000 years would say something like this because he was so clueless.

As the Deltan glared, Ershant shrugged.

“Isn’t that so? My granddaughter still misses you.”

Deltan answered while being conscious of Agnes.

“I have no intention of getting involved with any woman other than her.”

Those words were not enough.

Deltan felt his back tingle under Agnes’ gaze.

A final blow was needed.

“And I remember that she had over 100 husbands by this time?”

Ershant’s granddaughter Ruina was a woman with a short-lived fetish.

This means that there are over 100 husbands who have been married to each other until the day they die.

Delta people aim for specialness.

In other words, no matter how beautiful the woman was, I could never allow her to remain as one of the men she passed by, so I refused, and now that Agnes was there, there was no reason to accept her anymore.

In order to shake off Agnes’ glare, his own beliefs, and Ershant’s lingering regrets, Deltan spoke a little harshly.

“That’s a bitch that’s been worn out. I hate it.”

“… I’m still on active duty.”

A voice came from behind.

The Deltan suddenly turned his head and was shocked.

“I can do it well.”

Ruina.

A slender elf woman with impressive blonde hair and green eyes was looking at the Deltan with a blush.

“It’s been a while.”

At that moment, Agnes spoke in a quite cold tone.

“Is she that herbal bitch?”

Deltan wanted to run away.