CH 1.2

002 The Pretty Elf Boy Refused to Work at Haitang

As the saying goes, rely on your parents at home, and rely on your parents’ money outside.

The runaway elf who had never worked before encountered some unexpected difficulties, such as being tricked into being sold as a slave in an auction as the highlight of the sale.

In order not to be sent to Haitang, Ciel broke through the iron cage with his bare hands and ran away on a dark and windy night. Eighteen strong men chased after him to catch him back.

Ciel cried all the way. The pretty elf boy was crying like an insane man. In the end, because he got lost and was cornered, he was forced to beat down eighteen strong men and the steel protective walls with his punches before he successfully escaped while still crying.

The eighteen strong men lay on the ground doubting their lives: What about the supposedly slender, weak, elf and beautiful boy? Why were his fists so hard?

The beautiful elf boy whimpered: Because he had to practice archery.

As we all know, sharpshooters were actually all buff men. Without enough strength, they couldn’t draw their bows. All the elves were sharpshooters, so all the elves were buff men.

This was very reasonable.

After successfully escaping, Ciel felt that the world was too dangerous. He should rest and chill.

First of all, he had to find a place to live.

He couldn’t afford a house. The houses in the human settlements were so expensive that the elf, who had been living in trees, was stunned. He counted with his fingers: Oh damn, his starting price at the auction was not as high as the price of a house in the capital!

Excuse me!

Ciel gave up his plan to settle down in the capital.  After a rugged journey of sleeping in the open and eating in the rain, he arrived at the ruins of some country that had already perished and decided to settle in the huge underground labyrinth.

It was very cold in the winter and very humid in the summer. There were leakages when it rains and monsters everywhere that were constantly dying and reviving. They passed by his room howling in the middle of the night and then passed back by howling once more.

But there was no rent. The elf thought it was great.

The labyrinth was a very strange place. Even if Ciel was an elf who lacked common sense, he knew that something was wrong here. It took a lot of work to construct such a maze, but it had no practicability at all, as if the labyrinth was built for the sake of being a labyrinth. Who knew what rich psychopath that wanted to burn their money built it up.

There were strange mechanisms everywhere in the maze, such as random teleportation arrays, iron doors that opened in one direction, stairs that could change positions, and crystal balls that could change the structure of the entire floor with just one touch…

And the torches used for illumination never burned out, as if someone was changing the torches twenty-four hours a day to make sure they keep burning.

Every day, Ciel stole a torch from the wall and took it back to his temporarily constructed room. After Ciel fell asleep, the torch would disappear and return to its original position.

What the hell!

The first time he noticed this strange phenomenon, Ciel shivered with fright, and wrapped himself tightly in his little quilt. Afterwards, he became numb to it after this happened multiple times. Who cares, at worst, he would just steal another one tomorrow. Oh yeah!

Ciel never thought once about moving out. After all, the house here was huge and there was no rent. As for the case of ghosts possibly being here… was there anything more terrifying than not being able to pay the rent?!

The thing that puzzled Ciel the most in the labyrinth were the treasure chests.

There were treasure chests placed in every corner here, but no matter how hard Ciel tried, he couldn’t open them, and he couldn’t even move them away.

Everything was so weird, as if this huge labyrinth was just waiting for someone to come here and raid the place.

There were too many mysteries in the labyrinth, but life has made Ciel lose his curiosity.

He got up every morning and ran wildly for an hour in the woods to commute to the nearest village to help the villagers with farming, wood chopping, and sheep herding in exchange for food and daily necessities. When the night arrived, he ran wildly for an hour to commute back. After taking a bath in the lake in the woods, he went back to the labyrinth and lay down.

After a busy day, he was exhausted and didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to investigate all the suspicious things in the labyrinth anymore.

It was better to sleep!

But tonight, everything was not so peaceful.

Ciel had a strange dream. He dreamed that the World Tree was shrouded in a thunderstorm, and a huge demonic figure appeared in the sky, cackling with laughter. A thunderbolt fell, and the Tree collapsed.

His hometown was turned into a sea of flames. Among the ruins, his mother and other elves were forced to leave their homes…

Ciel was startled awake.

He opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed.

The torch in the room was still burning, bringing a little light. Because of that, he clearly saw a petite figure stepping on a chair, trying to take away the torch he hung on the wall.　　  

Ciel: “……”

Figure: “……”

Ciel: “…………”

Figure: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The figure missed a step and fell on her butt. Ciel quickly helped her up.

It was a little girl, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, with cute twin tails. She cried pitifully.

Ciel: “Who are you?”

Little girl: “Waaah sob sob… I am the will of the world.”

Ciel: “?”

Little girl: “You can call me the Plot Director.”

Ciel: “? ?”

Little girl: “The plot hasn’t started yet, so I don’t have much to do. But when I think about the hard work in the future, I can’t help but shed painful tears.”

Ciel: “? ? ?”

Little girl: “Did you understand?”

Ciel: “Completely no.”