Chapter 108 - Work

One stared down the elf as she continued to blush. This was a misunderstanding that would lead to disaster if one of them did not act accordingly to calm the situation.

The elf, noticing the confusion of One, decided to tuck under herself under the blanket. 

"Huh" One was even more confused.

Am I THAT ugly? One thought as he looked at his body.

A savory smell then started to pour from Wog's room, prompting the elf to remove the blanket from her face and smell the scent. 

"Your soup seems to be ready," One said.

"Ah.. yes," Patricia said.

Wog then came walking out of his bedroom with two bowls of hot and delicious mushroom soup. One still didn't know where the hell he got those mushrooms since the rainforest seemed void of fungi overall.

Wog first gave a bowl of soup to One and then sat down next to Patricia who still did not have the strength to set upright.

"You don't need to stand," Wog said as he scooped a spoonful of soup.

"T-thank you.. for your both of your kindness," Patricia said. 

Wog fed her the soup while One reluctantly ate the soup he was given. Although he felt his body gain some energy despite it. 

After eating, Patricia again fell asleep, leaving One and Wog to discuss what had happened to her.

"Milord, I know you know a thing or two about this Lord Toris the knights spoke about, who is he?" One asked.

"Well, Ben. He is the King of this here land. But he is not a true king, he is merely a puppet of the Empire. You see, this land and the lands to the west are part of his kingdom but his grip seldom reaches my realm because, well, forest of Death," Wog explained.

One tilted his head.

"Then, milord. If this is indeed a vast forest, how did she and the knights end up so deep in here?" One asked.

"There is a Fortress City not far from here, you see. It's the only city around with a few villages surrounding it. Although we are far from the Republic or other independent kingdoms, the Forest of Death is home to many ruins, dungeons, and, nests where magical beasts call their home," Wog said.

"I'm guessing that these magical beasts are a torn on the Fortress' and the surrounding villages?" One said.

"Yes. There were once more villages here before, even stretching deeper into the forest. Then, a few years ago, magical beasts suddenly started increasing in number and the  lord of the fortress city decided to abandon the other villages to save the rest," Wog said. He was visibly distraught at the thought of villages being abandoned by their lord.

"I see, then, I'm guessing you were exiled here after that happened?" One said.

"After the magical beasts increased?" Wog asked.

"Yes," One answered.

"Yes, you're right. This forest wasn't always called the Forest of Death. The other Lord even wanted to tear it down to make way for further urbanization," Wog explained.

This was all well and dandy but One couldn't help but notice discrepancies with his explanation.

One then decided to keep a closer look over his new liege. He was certain that he wasn't telling the entire truth and nitpickrd information. But why would he? If he was indeed as benevolent as he said he was with his healing magic.

Somethings fishy about you, One said.

One squinted his eyes as he stared at Wog who was sitting on his chair facing the window. One was standing against another window, he looked into his vitals and internal schematics by use of his x-ray vision coupled with his thermal sensors that have slowly regained functionality. 

His organs were, normal, to say the least. Albeit they were jampacked due to his small size but the organs were similar to that of a human.

With that rain having stopped just an hour ago, it was time for One to cut down some trees. 

He told Wog who gave him a nod and walked out of the hut.

One walked by the bank of the lake and looked over the bundles of trees. Thinking carefully which part of the forest around the lake he wanted to cut down. At first, he wanted to cut down the trees around the hut but he figured that the trees served as a sort of camouflage. He didn't want to risk removing a layer of protection from his liege and then get blamed for it. 

And then a wonderful thought came to his mind that was the solution for all his problems.

He will just cut down a layer of trees around the lake entirely. 

And so he began, with his two energy blades, he began slicing and dicing the trees which fell like dominos as he walked through.

Wog felt the earth beneath him shake and Patricia was shook awake from the commotion as well. They both heard the trees falling one by one as if a giant was walking through them. In a panic, Wog ran outside only to find that it was One who was causing all the noise and the shaking. 

Wog watched with his mouth open as his new vassal cut down hundreds of trees in minutes. The trees being cut so perfectly that it made his axe look weak in comparison.

Wog then walked back to the hut with terrified Patricia hiding under her blanket.

"Don't worry," Wog said.

"What is that?" Patricia asked with her eyes above the sheets. 

"It's my vassal. He's tearing down trees as if there is no tomorrow," And with that, Patricia once again blushed. She didn't expect her saviors to be this strong.

"No, no don't, you need more rest," Wog said, trying to dissuade her from pushing herself too much.

"I-I'm fine.. I want to see him," Patricia said.

"But," Before Wog could further protest, the elf was already sitting upright.

"I want to see him," Patricia said.