I really thought about it a lot, but I couldn’t play a gura in front of the divinity of one race, so the result of telling the truth was much more favorable than I expected.

The overall mood is that mortals are the problem, and what’s wrong with the gods who want to look down on them. I don’t know if the war was declared in the name of the demon god, but it doesn’t matter because the demon king stepped in?

The story seemed obvious at first glance, but it was very foreign, so I urgently asked the priest who brought it up.

“Wasn’t the Demon God foretelling the Demon King just as the Ete of Light fortook the hero?”

“Of course. The existence that the gods directly determine is always the hero or the great warrior. The same goes for demons. A demon king is a demon king, and a warrior is a warrior. Just like the king and the warrior are separate.”

It was an extremely simple logic and obvious story, so I had to feel like I was beaten in the back of the head.

Based on the memories of the previous life and the current situation, I lived naturally thinking that it was the composition of the hero and the demon king in the story, but in fact, it was no different from the story that it was not.

Even the other elves who listened to the story responded as if it were only the priest of the World Tree’s thoughts.

“So, are you saying that the demon king is just a strong demon tribe?”

“That’s right. He is literally the king of the demons. Due to the nature of the species, the demons are beings whose individual strength is comparable to that of a dragon, but that does not mean that they have received fortunes or blessings from demons. Oh, of course, such cases are not unheard of, but I mean, it wasn’t necessarily like that.”

“Then... why does the hero appear and why does the Demon King declare war on the human race?”

To my question, the priest opened his eyes wide and answered slowly as if he had heard a really unexpected question.

“That’s right... A hero is a divination to save the human race from danger because the Ete of Light has mercy on them, and war...isn’t that what it used to be? It’s not really only targeting the human race. It was just that the human nation was there first on the way forward.”

I had to feel my eyes go round when I saw the priest reacting as if he were seeing someone asking why 1+1 is 2. What’s even more surprising is that it’s not incorrect.

That’s right. That’s what war is all about. It was so large that I firmly believed that there must be some other reason.

But... So the long war is really just a war of conquest? All the wars that have been repeated countless times in the history of humans and demons? That’s why the oracle also said, ‘We will drive out the demon king and bring stability to mankind.’ was it?

At the moment when I was about to twist my eyebrows at the story that the great war, which I thought was a matter of life and death, might actually be just a simple world war, the priest added an explanation.

“Of course, we also do not know the exact reason why the demon king is causing the war. The demons may have records, but they do not have frequent exchanges. But we know that all demon kings did not start a war. Even for the Demon King of the Great Age, exchanges with all races were greatly encouraged, and there were results, even though the goal of emotion was not completely resolved.”

As history has gone by, so is the present. To sum up the priest’s story, it was like that.

In one era, the hero of Lubiska, in another era, the warrior of the fire and anvil of Bazkal served by the dwarves, and in another era, the child of the World Tree faced the threat of the continent and restored peace.

A warrior established a kingdom, a warrior disappeared, a warrior took off for peace with the demon king, and a warrior defeated the demon king and suppressed the demon tribe, but was punished by the demon warrior.

“I’m not saying to just accept everything aloof, but in the end, it’s a mortal life that’s nothing special in the big circle... I think.”

Maybe it’s just Jangsaengjong’s point of view, but it wasn’t a story that could be ignored, so I quietly nodded my head.

Then the priest smiled softly and continued.

“I too am not a sage who knows everything, but a mere priest. The story just now is simply a chatter based on what I have seen and experienced. This can also be called an opportunity, so through this prayer, the question you have Why don’t you ask the World Tree? It might not give you an answer, but it might give you a clue.”

“Gwa, are you okay?”

Hias hurriedly approached me and looked at my complexion. When I came to my senses, not only him, but also other elves around me were looking at me with a look of surprise. Judging by the fact that I did not notice their approach, I must have maintained my prayers well up to a point.

“Oh, sorry. I think I was distracted for a moment.”

It was a bit embarrassing because there were so many people watching, but when he answered with a smile, not only Hias, but all the other elves opened their eyes even wider in surprise.

“Wait a minute? Two days have passed!”

“...yes?”

“Look at your body!”

I looked down to see what kind of bad joke this was...

“Roots...?”

Small tree roots were entangled in my body, holding me firmly in place. Judging by the color, it was clear that it belonged to the World Tree. It was only then that I realized that I hadn’t just held my head up with superhuman patience.

It just couldn’t move because of the roots. I’m still giving it strength, but it doesn’t show any signs of moving.

“How do I solve this?”

I gazed at the pure white roots that were firmly fixed even with my two hands tightly folded together, then raised my head and asked a question.

“It’s roots have gone down a lot since before you opened your eyes. Originally, it went all the way up to your face. I think it will disappear naturally as time goes on like this.”

I was dumbfounded as well.

I thought it was only tens of seconds, not a few minutes, but two days? There is a certain degree to the legend that time passes differently in the country of fairies. Fortunately, as Hias said, the roots were rapidly sinking to the ground.

“...do you know what this is?”

Only after my hands were free did I notice that something was gripped in my grasp. If it was true that two days had passed, I moved my slightly sore hand and checked my palm, and there was a white seed with a very weak light pink color placed there.

“This... is a seed that falls from the bud of the World Tree.”

“...the seed of the world tree?”

“Ah, it’s a little different. The world tree doesn’t grow when you plant it. Normally, it doesn’t even leave a shape like this. By the time it lands on the ground, it disappears like pollen scattering.”

“That means...”

Hias confirmed while nodding his head with a serious face while feeling a slight dizziness.

“It means that the World Tree gave it to me directly. I don’t know what the intention was.”

Yem disease.

I think the intention is the most important, but it’s a big deal that I don’t know.