Despite this situation, I kindly took home an elf that was about to become a mince to the village chief's house.
"Sister! Marie, where's my sister?!?
"Boy. You were brilliant. No way is Igdrasil magical enough to bear fruit...... but it's coming. Using fruit as a raw material, medicines are made. We still need magic.
"Okay! I'll recover!
We still have the magic potion! What do you know about the rest of this? I'll drink as much as I can!
"Okay? Boy, I'm going into work now. In the meantime, you will continue to enchant this crystal. If we interrupt, we're done. You get it?
"Yes!"
I'll do it. You just have to be carefully magical...
What is this fruit!?
He eats magic like an Orihalcon! I tried to slow you down, but you lose your cancer magic!
Damn! I run out of potion about one in two. I do have a ton of them...
Damn......
I was listening to you, but if you keep drinking potion, it's getting less effective gradually. Besides, it even makes me feel bad... how many bottles did I drink...
"All right! Put the Igdrasil crystals here!
The place where the village chief sits is like an altar. You just have to put it there...
"Mm-hmm. It's full of magic. Brilliant. This would help. Leave the rest to me.
"Ah... thank you... I will..."
Seriously, please... I can't stay awake anymore...
For the first time in roughly fifty years, nothing had changed in my hometown. Are the parents doing well?
But now is not the time. We need to talk to the village chief as soon as possible...
Fortunately, the gate opened with my voice. They don't seem to think you're a traitor. Looks good to know your face.
I haven't seen you in a long time, village chief. I used to think he was a horrible guy with mighty magic, but nothing compared to Curse Boy.
"You look good. Margareta Barbara. I hear you brought back humans and spirits.
"It's been a while. The village chief doesn't seem to change. Above all. I came to beg for help. My benefactor's daughter is being invaded by a poison similar to 'Death and Dirt God'. It's not as real as it is, so an elf pill should help. Existence to provide any consideration.
"Hmm. I didn't expect you to say that much. At the request of my fellow countrymen. There is no need for consideration. But you know what? That it depends on the magic.
"Of course it is. The man who brought me back here is a man of more magic than a brave man. Not necessarily!"
"You're out big. Not even one or two of the brave men is enough for Igdrasil's crystals to bear fruit. Scratch your feet at best. Even if there are crystals at last, there will be more.
And Boy got a brilliant Igdrasil crystal. For some reason Bartolomeus ini is bloody and rolling but trivial.
But the real deal starts here. The mayor of the village processes the crystals of igdrasil into medication. In the village of Elves, it is only by being able to do so that the village mayor can obtain it. But it takes a lot of magic.
Usually it takes all of the villages months to build up a little magic, but there's no way the villagers can cooperate for the sake of humans, and there's no time. Even though the village chief says it's not even desirable to help.
Still, Boy did it. But if I drank all that number of magic potions, I'd no longer know what side effects I'd get. I hope it's not at least life-threatening...