I got to the mountains.
It's northwest of Noir Forest and southwest of the mountains. The woods alone are bigger than the Kingdom of Roland. Mountain areas are even wider. Something's wrong with the scale.
"From here on out, let's look for my hometown while we watch out for the demons in the sky. I have vague memories about old times.
"Yeah. Let's go with caution.
There's a behemoth or something...... I hope I don't see you.
"Curse......"
"Sister! I'll be helping you soon! Hang on!"
"Thanks......"
Damn, you look too pale...
Purple? Dos, I'm even floating black spots...
You can't even maintain the status quo even though you keep putting it on to detoxification in addition to something your mother put on you...
I'm already in the mountains and flying thirty minutes. But I can't solve it with speed. Marie is the only one I can count on.
"I see it! That giant tree! There it is!"
One tree that looks far away. Distance enough to see critical using far-sightedness. It looks like it's jumping out of the mountains that go on everywhere.
Underneath are steep mountains and valleys. A sense of scale as if the Muriema Mountains had been enlarged as it was. How much of a detour I can make if I try to walk through here.
The closer we get, the bigger the tree is. It's a giant tree. It's definitely over a hundred mails in diameter, on the clouds to height.
"That giant tree is called 'Igdrasil'. There are several in this mountainous area, but every elf creates a settlement around Igdrasil.
"That's an amazing tree. Supporting the world, right?
"Absolutely. Okay, this is where we're going down, but let's make it outside the village. You may have noticed that one already.
"Okay.
Are you being noticed? I hope it's a friendly type...
Landing. But the board has my sister asleep, so I'll keep her afloat. Marie walks in front of the board and I walk behind. I see something a little more like a gate ahead. Shobo is incomparable with the castle gate of Kutanutsu. Can you protect the village with such a brittle gate?
There is no gatekeeper.
"I am Margareta Barbara, daughter of Zorgenza farias. Open the door."
Then the gate slowly opens. You're a kannon opening type. Unpopular, but just an automatic door?
I never cared before, but was Marie not her real name, but her nickname?
Marie slowly creeps through the gate.
"Long time no see. What kind of wind blow did you get back with the scarecrow?
I ran into the First Villager. I hear you know him.
"Will the village chief come? Urgent. I don't have time to talk to you.
"Did you lose your ears as well as your love in a little while? Do you have a human? That's it for both of you. Wait a while.
"Boy. Can you wait? I'll come through.
"Okay. Please."
Potatoes and people, no. You're getting more elves. Aren't they all beauty shapes? I have a fantasy, but it doesn't apply. It's almost different from us except for the stubborn ears. That's just white. The hair was all green blonde. Are the clothes light green? If they hide in the woods, it's hard to find them.
Basin surrounded by mountains.
Igdrasil at its center? I know you live in a flat part of the basin, but is food hunting only? I can't see the fields.
The house is very different from that of the Kingdom of Roland. I wonder if it's close to the log house.
Not yet...
It's been twenty minutes. Is Marie gonna be okay? You don't look terrible, do you?
"Human. Follow me. I had permission.
"Thank you.
Do it... please... in time...
Only one heterogeneous large mansion. You call that sleeping quarters?
Here's Marie...
"Mayor Muraosa, I brought him.
"Excuse me.
Is this the reception room? I have a very normal table and chairs.
Marie sits with a strange face next to someone who looks like a village chief. The village chief looks around sixty, but you can't guess.
"Nice to meet you. I get the point. There is no inconvenience here. With any luck, it would help.
"Ah! Thank you! What should I do!
"Would you want our medication? At the request of my compatriots. Shall I show you the magic of that? Ardarprecht, I'll show you around.
"Okay. Humans, come.
"Yes."
Where are you going? What do you want me to show you my magic?
Does your mother's hair and clothes still work?
The detoxification... Marie keeps calling me.
"I apologize for my late greeting. My name is Curse de Martin. This child is Cornelius of Fortune Snake. Are you talking to Mr Ardalprecht?
"Puypuy."
"It's the Ardal Precht Silicon Rule. Call it what you want. You seem to have the best magic for humans, but don't expect it. It's pathetic, but I don't think it'll help.
"Okay. I'll do everything I can.
Are you on your way to Igdrasil?
I can only see it on the wall when I look nearby. Too gigantic. The closer you get, the bumpy roots get in the way and it's hard to walk.
"Right here. Put your hands on here and let the magic flow.
Do you touch Igdrasil to shed magic? Maybe it's no different than running magic through a garden tree. Is there about 60% magic left? I'm gonna punch it all in!