3 Episode III: Dark Elves

Dark Elf warrior chief, Geer-Nagheeb-Mazalam, was walking on a roadless path at heavy foot.

The body, once covered in steel by neighboring countries, is now thin and thin, so much so that even young children may bend their knees.

A few of his men who follow him are no different.

The forest was deep, gloomy (depressed), dominated only by a dark atmosphere and a thin cold that did not leave life feeling.

"Again, nothing..."

"Lord Gear, you should still get out of the Great Curse..."

Gear responds by shaking his head again this time to the repeated advances he has made.

I wanted to tell him not to make me say the same thing, but he understood his men's feelings painfully well, and most importantly, he was in agreement.

But the circumstances surrounding them never allowed it.

"What happens when I just get out? There is no place for us to go after the land.

Besides, I don't think I'll have any more on a journey that the kids can't even guess.... so rich in vegetation.

There's always food. Do your best for everyone. "

The grin I created was never superior.

But his men can only respond accordingly.

Because if we give up hope now, we will no longer have anything to move them forward.

But wishing is what they seek most behind their backs - food is nowhere to be found.

"But don't get cold on the boulders when it's a creepy forest so far"

I guess silent exploration is disgusting.

In a situation where he didn't have as much strength left, it should be noted that Gear opened his mouth.

If I hadn't spoken, I would have lost my mind.

A quiet, deep forest formed one of the causes.

"The cursed tree sea, the Great Curse Realm, stretches over the southern edge of the continent of Idraggia. The land was described in an old book as sealed with something evil. Something tells me that I will never forgive the raw fortune..."

"Ha, you're superstitious. Then why are trees growing so far? The trees that you can't see until these few steps away are just raw sales."

It was Gear's deputy who cut out the creepy story, a woman familiar with inheritance and such among them.

When they used to sing the days of glory, they were enough readers to put most of their salaries into books, and there was a certain trust in their words.

But Gear dared to laugh at the words.

Everyone prayed that her anxiety would not become a reality. There was no way he, the warrior chief, could make a weak noise.

"Don't give up. Never give up. Our noble souls will surely show us the way to crush this difficulty."

The reason why Gear was respected as a warrior chief was in this spiritual power, while the technology was further developed.

Never screw up in any circumstance and carry out the purpose.

That is why he has continued to be a warrior chief in the family to which he belongs, and even if the race is in danger, he is thus ahead of the line.

When the following men are courageous in the words of powerful gear, they walk forcefully beyond the darkness they have yet to see.

Believe that he is right, that the way will always open, that he will be saved from desperate situations.

And -.

Guthali and the world opened.

Maybe they were expecting some miraculous phenomenon.

Obviously an artificially built place is enough to make you have different expectations than the view you've ever seen.

Maybe it's inhabited by unknown and hidden people. It could be a flock of plants you could say something about. It could be a wildlife nest.

may God also kindly comfort them in their ordeal.

But all hope is crushed.

Only ruin existed there.

(It got unsavory...!

The moment I put that sight in my sight, regret rushes through the whole body of the gear.

That place, where only part of the forest seemed to have been cut out pockingly, had a stone pedestal in the centre.

A sight that seemed mysterious and meaningful at first glance, but the presence there was a problem.

First, a girl with a sharp gaze this way from right next to the pedestal.

A robe with dull ash hair and warped embellishments, including twists.

The eyes to be looked at were the anomalies themselves, that they were not the presence of the world on this side, that they were those who would be brought into the presence of evil darkness, that the danger of pregnancy was fatal, and that they were obvious to everyone's eyes.

But the girl was still good.

The problem is the other one.

No, Gear can't tell if I can call him alone.

Its existence was an unrealistic phenomenon, as if it had come straight out of the book of inheritance spoken by his deputy.

Shape is people. But I can't recognize all of it.

Filled in black as if rejected by the world, the sole was passed down to the inheritance and the manifestation of an evil being.

As if some law of the world had made a mistake, a breakdown would arise from it and the world would collapse and fall apart as it were.

He was tough enough to make me feel that way.

(I don't know what it is. But my instincts warn me. I'm not a good person)

The girl unchanged her gaze at the gear, and perhaps, that presence of evil is also gazing at this one.

Their men are breathtaking to everyone.

Gear said words carefully, understanding that the next action he would take would dictate even the fate of his own species of foolishness.

"Wow, my name is Dark Elf, Mazarum is my family and Warrior Chief Gear-Naghueve! I will see you with honor! First of all, I'd like to apologize for your unauthorized entry into this forest!

Relax, drop your knees and bow your head so you never irritate your opponent.

Although it is a so-called (so-called) groundhog attitude, it is not known whether a person understands his intentions because he thinks he is outside of it.

I'm fortunate that the men who saw him behave the same way.

Gear waits for words. However, his instincts were about to complain that he had to show the utmost respect and gratitude.

"... Hmm. You seem to fully understand what it means to enter this land, Dark Fairy. So for what reason did you break the ban?

The other guy had a few seconds of ideas.

The gears didn't feel comfortable living, but I remember some relief in the words they returned. At least the words seem to make sense.

Of course, there is no fine dust in the idea that life was saved, etc.

I'm just being granted a temporary respite on a whim. I only understand the matter strongly.

"The Mazarams, one of our dark elves, once settled in the land of the elves located in central Idraggia.

However, the Council of Tetralkia, the supreme decision-making body of the former Lord, the Elf… "

"Be brief."

"was persecuted and pursued for land. I didn't expect to go to this forest..."

Gear that rushes to say words to the girl's frustration. It was a mistake to try to communicate your situation at all. Your own life is in the other person's hands. Tell yourself again.

What should we do, say something? Or should I wait for the word?

The glue and thoughts spin dizzily, beating the more my heart hurts.

Breathing shallow and gushing sweat, a deep forest darkness and a existence that encloses true evil that is likely to even fill the night.

That moment when Gear, who could no longer stand all of it, was about to inadvertently spit out words from his mouth asking for mercy.

"You're so gullible."

The sole sitting on the pedestal uttered words.

The feeling of something crawling through your spine hits the gear.

My body sways so clearly that I can see it myself, and sweats with discomfort overflow.

Sole's voice seemed like a youth.

But there is no emotion there, and on the contrary, I don't even feel the will or the soul.

Even the dead of hell would have a slightly more heartfelt voice.

It was creepy enough to make me think so, and it was weird.

That's why he accidentally reacted late and thought stopped.

"My king asks."

The girl's words were clear and angry.

"has come to this land to be severely persecuted and flee! We ran out of food on the road, we couldn't get food to shake off our chasers, and… we haven't eaten in days."

Gear is surprised that she has made a mistake without knowing the immense mistake of ignoring her Lord, Sole's question, and explains it in a hasty and pitiful voice.

On the last one, the words that have been plundered represent the immeasurable remorse he has.

"Hmm."

Apparently, its existence convinced me with Gear's explanation.

With Sole convinced, the girl also nods small with some satisfaction.

He finished crossing a slice of thin ice again.

Of course, I don't see the end or anything.

(Why! Why do we have to get this far? What did we do? I'm just saying I wanted a place of peace!

I don't have any downfall, I just say I went into the woods and I desperately bow my head and beg for mercy.

What will happen to me? I don't care about myself or anything else, what will happen to my men and my countrymen more than that?

The end of a compatriot who is ravaged by play by evil beings.

Trembling in such a bottom-cold future, Gear is wrapped in the helpless anger and pity that swirls inside.

(Is it so sinful that we want to live!?

And

Botri - and something rolled in front of me.

Funny (cool) dreams of your body shaking weirdly and your own neck falling.

Who can blame the gear for not being too fearful to close their eyes?

There is no longer a warrior chief of the Mazarum clan there who was feared to be brave and resolute, just a man who shivers like a narrow look.

But he opens his eyes.

Sometimes the neck was definitely alive and nothing happened, but the sweeter aroma tickled the nasal cavity.

Right in front of him, on the ground, there was one red fruit rolling over, slightly ripe.

"Ko, what's this?

"Give"

Sole replied terminally.

Gokuri and Gear drink Tsubakami without knowing.

The fruit was a shape I had never seen or heard of before.

Small and strong when it comes to fruit in their senses. Although it is slightly sweet, it is more bitter and tannic than that, and there are areas where you eat raw food, but it is a substitute that you can finally eat with some hands.

But it's right in front of you. That's not it.

The aromatic fragrance claims that its sweetness is still this, and its stingy Zhu body appeals to my eyes all the time telling me to eat fast.

When I took it in my hand, it was very heavy, and I found it obvious that I was stuck tightly in every corner inside.

It's like I can only eat in royal aristocracy... no, like they've never even eaten. A fruit reminiscent of a gem.

The food he greeted above all else was there.

"Apples. You know what? It's delicious to eat as a rabbit."

I didn't understand half of the words Sole uttered.

However, I managed to understand that the fruit was named apple and that it was edible.

"Apples? No, not like any fruit I know......"

"I'll give it to you," Sole said.

If so, you can accept it. But Gear thought in his confused head whether it was a good thing to eat.

It would not be disrespectful to eat here, or I was worried about it.

Besides the hungry brethren waiting in the camp to see if they are good for food.

"Good!!!

"It's so sweet! And I'm so confused."

Gear that understands that his men have put their hands on the fruit before their own decisions.

But whatever judgment he might make, he couldn't have stopped his hungry men.

I rushed to check on the retrospectives, but they're wearing fruit that would have been given to them indifferently. Sweet aroma and spill-over fruit juice overflowing from bumpy fruit.

Gokuri and I got throat, and my heart was shaking gear about doing the same thing myself, but at least he had something to do.

Turn your gaze to Chirali and her alien master.

Fortunately, Sole could see him snorting ununung. Perhaps his men's actions were not rude but rather correct.

At the same time as the relief pushes against the gear, I wonder if I should pay a little attention to my men who are too mean and fruity to devour.

But he couldn't say anything before his men who cheeked fruit in a heartbreak spilling tears of tears. Because they understood their suffering and hunger better than anything else.

"There are pears too."

Botri - and another thing rolled in front of me.

Now it's green fruit.

They called me Nashi...... That's something he doesn't even know.

It was also thought that it was not yet ripe from the green epidermis, but the question also spreads from the red fruit - a different sweet aroma from the apple.

Again, this is great food.

Take it in your hand and look at it blurry.

"What's wrong with that person? My king gave it to me in the corner."

Question and discomfort are commonly expressed by girls.

I don't know what the hell the evil beings in front of me think. But this girl also had some understanding of his character.

She truly loves and serves the existence of that ruin.

You will never forgive me for being offensive to my husband.

Except for the undelivered, who make the corners unobstructed.

Based on that fact, Gear gave his opinion to the girl and her husband, Sole.

"There are also those who have fled to this land. Some of them are little children… children, our children are hungry. I haven't eaten in days, and they're all frigid. This fruit by generous mercy. Please, I want to give it to those kids, not me. Please..."

I have a rusty iron taste in my mouth if I notice. There was blood flowing from the edge of my mouth unknowingly.

He seemed to manage with impudence and pity, and he was biting his mouth off unknowingly hard.

The sound of chewing fruit also disappeared from his men. Perhaps he remembered his own mission in his words.

Their people are still waiting for the gears to fight hunger.

Of all the compatriots who could no longer even stand up, there was only one thing they needed to do.

But that's their situation.

I could see the girl pounding her tongue just saying it wasn't what I found out.

Gear bowed his head wondering if this was still the case. That was the last bully left to him.

I'll take this food home at any rate.

Don't be frightened of all the horrors that exist in the inheritance and all the ruin in front of them.

Strong and willing eyes spoke eloquently of his heart and soul, determined to let him serve his purpose, even if he died.

And his wishes, they arrive without any hesitation.

"Poor thing."

That's what Sole did say.

"Hey, hey! Dear Tact!?

A girl who hears the words rushes to her own master and whispers something, but the pitch-black darkness does not pass by her will.

Botri - and I heard a noise.

This was followed by the bottoms and the sound of the bottoms and something falling continuously so as to overlap.

Gear opened his mouth gently to the miracle that was born very commonly in front of him.

I have the fruit I saw earlier. I have a huge potato. There is grain in wheat.

That's not all.

Some bread had the softness to change shape just a little push on the rolling fruit.

I even think of it as beans, vegetables, salt and spices at the end.

Exactly what became a mountain of food was flooding out of the void one after the other, centered on its existence.

"Give"

Understanding the meaning of the word, Gear couldn't hide the tears that fell like waterfalls in a daze.

It was just mercy.

His presence heard their plight and said, "Poor thing."

And produced food that was just overflowing.

It was prepared only to help them and their compatriots.

Receive the application. Until now, nothing like that has ever happened to their species.

Dark Elves are those who should spit out of the light. I am allowed to live hard by the mercy of Elf, the fairy of light.

He was thrown such words of contempt, and lived out of the light.

None of them were sympathetic, even when the Gears were banished.

On the contrary, they even told me that the world would be purified without the Dirty Dark Fairy.

Elves, of course, people, dwarves, and all races avoided them.

Gear thought it was destiny, and that it was destiny imposed on us.

I thought it was my race's mission to live in harsh conditions and live noble lives, but to endure loneliness in the world.

That's how they gave up that the world was lonely, that God did not exist on their own, and that it was their life to spend the world with their companions trembling with the cold bottom.

But it wasn't.

Sole is trying to reach out to them.

Maybe he's being deceived. With pure malice, they may be entertaining their emotions.

But even if it seems like it.

Anything that points sympathy at them - let alone gives them charity - has never existed before.

"It's a miracle!

"With all this!

"Oh, great lady! Thanks!

I can see my men are ecstatic.

"What the hell are you... your name..."

Nature and voice came out.

Because I remembered that I hadn't heard the name of that being before now.

I found out that the words the girl had spoken earlier, perhaps that would be his name wrapped in darkness.

But it's not.

Gear wanted to hear it directly from that mouth.

The name of the great being who creates miracles as if he were doing it in one hand.

The first plumage of mercy was given to their species, the name of a venerable being.

"Give"

Sole responded just once more with a voice that did not change and make her feel emotional and willing.

= Eterpedia = = = = = = = = = =

[Emergency Production] Home Affairs Command

Emergency production is a special command that uses "magic" resources to perform various types of production.

We can produce all facilities, units, etc. that can be produced by the state, but consume high-cost magic power according to the necessary Building Materials and Food resources.

Emergency production can also generate "materials" and "food", but it cannot generate strategic resources.

These magic consumption can be reduced by technological development and dedicated facilities.

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