Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

I hate this village.

It was cool in the shade thinking about that.

"You can't skip it. Cyril."

Then one girl put her hands on her hips, and she paid attention.

About 150 cm tall. A beautiful girl with shiny blonde hair and blue eyes. Style is good, except that your chest fits flat enough.

Given the age of 14, there would still be room for growth.

The girl's name is Lucier. She's the daughter of the house I'm keeping her at. I was born later than I was for three months, but I'm going to let the wind blow.

"Fine, they'll take them all anyway, even if they work hard"

I groan while stroking my ears slightly longer than a human being, which is the hallmark of an elf.

This is an elf village dominated by humans, with a population of only about two hundred or so.

Back in the day, hunting freely and naturally graced in the woods, we too are forced to listen by force and grow designated crops to pay taxes, as humans tell us.

And during the harvest season, most of the crops grown, and… are deprived of their precious companions above all.

Run away from the village and you will be killed. I can no longer go back to my old life.

"So don't work hard. If they don't make it, we'll starve to death."

"That might have been better! If that's how you die."

"I'll be angry, Cyril!

"'Cause you don't. They'll decide the heart while they're alive. You saw it last week! They did it in front of us on purpose!

Crops aren't the only thing we're being taken from humans.

Even our lives have been taken.

Removing the elf's heart alive becomes a crystal of mighty magic.

Humans don't dare kill us all, grab about 10 people at the same time as collecting crops, choke our hearts off and kill them.

I'm not sympathetic. Because that's how many of them can keep us alive without losing us.

Every time, a helpless elf determined to be old or weak and not a workforce is eligible.

You treat me like a livestock.

"Cyril, I said I'd be mad."

Flat handed at the same time as that word. Is it less painful because of the sound?

"Ricka, even Grandma Lugana, all wanted to live more. Still, he sacrificed himself without complaining! Because if I run away, someone else will die. Yet if we survived, it's not for nothing to say that we'd rather die. If that's what you're saying, you should have run for it on that spot. Then someone who wanted to live could live!

The word pierces my chest. I was insensitive. Among the victims this time were Lucier's grandmother and her frail sister.

Has anyone lived who wants to live......

"Exactly. I'm running for office next."

I'm so sorry. I am scared by the anxiety that I may be chosen in the next harvest season, as well as being heard sobbing by everyone in the village.

"Sorry, I said a little too much. I didn't mean to say this, either. I just want you to do your best. Let your eyes shine like old Cyril's, and I want you to tell me that one day I'm gonna support this village."

Don't throw it at me. Lucier said sadly. It's me back in the day...

"I can't. I gave up already."

He was once willing to succeed his father, the great village chief, and develop the village more.

I also made that effort.

But five years ago, my father, who fought against human aggression to the end, died.... while wrapping up a large crowd of villagers who obeyed my father.

That includes my mother and Lucier's parents.

If you'd been quiet, you'd have reduced the number of dead people. Seeing that made me think. There is nothing that can be done in this world. It's best to leave it to the end.

The idea hasn't changed when Lucier's grandmother, who raised me on behalf of her parents, and Lucier's sister, Ricka, who missed me so much, were killed.

I was sad, I regretted it, I almost went mad with anger. Still, I'm much more afraid of taking action and losing it to Lucier.

"I believe in Cyril. Cyril was the best, kindest, hardest above all, our admirer of bows, sorcery, study, everything"

"Believe what?"

"One day, growing up, Cyril will save this village."

I laughed bitterly.

You can't possibly do that.

Sure, just a little better than people. But I can only imagine, where I seriously fought, killing four or five soldiers, and then ten times as many would be pushed to death.

No, even that would be difficult.

I stroke a silver collar wrapped around my neck. Abominable spellware that thwarts you when you try to activate witchcraft. This is put on all the villagers.

If you use a tool, you can remove it, but it will never be mounted again, and if this is removed, it will kill you.

I'm helpless.

'Are you sure? Am I to that extent?

On my head, a voice sounded very similar to mine.

"Cyril, are you okay?

"Nothing"

Lucier supports me when I try to stand up.

It's that voice again.

As I grew, my voice began to echo out of my head.

For some reason, every time that voice gets louder, the body uses it better, and the powers of witchcraft are stronger.

"Come on, Lucier, it's time to get back to work. It's my creed to go back on a line that's just too bad to be angry."

"Then do your best so I don't have to get mad."

"I can't do that. Lucier expects too much from me."

"There's no such thing as too much. Because Cyril can do it."

Unyielding grin. There was trust in me.

My chest hurts. Every time I see this smile, I want to do something about it.

And turn your head around, always desperate. to my powerlessness.

Even though I pretend I desperately gave up because I don't want to taste this feeling. Lucier won't forgive me for that.

'Do we really need to give up? But aren't you scared? I hate that I can't use weakness as an excuse, I'm just closing my eyes. But you won't wait around, because if you try to be prepared, you're gonna lose the most important thing.'

Shut up! My voice in my head is louder than usual. The magic flowing through my body is noisy.

The feeling of your body changing. No, not change. I'm back. To the way it should be.

"Cyril, you're blue-faced. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I told you it was okay! I'll be persistent, Lucier. Come on, let's go."

I take Lucier's hand and walk fast.

I really wanted to touch her. Lose the most important thing with the voice in your head. It was Lucier's smile that came first when I heard that.

The two of us reach the wheat fields.

Elves our age were already in the work there.

"It's about time, you guys"

"Forfeit one for lunch as punishment. Lucier is fine. Because it's Cyril's fault anyway."

Lek is the prank kid, and Shty is a nice simple girl to shake and we're both childhood friendly.

"I'm sorry. But give me a break for dinner. That's all I have to look forward to."

Speak lightly. I go into the field with my farm tools, too.

It was then. I heard a horse's hoof.

Everyone in this room gets stiff.

Only humans come on horseback.

Not just us, but the people in the next field, they harden themselves on something.

Here come the humans who rule this village.

Two people pulling a bi-headed large carriage, and three people riding horses.

All a resilient soldier in full body armor.

"Listen carefully, both livestock. Collect extra! Hey, I've increased the number of them to be sidelined, so I'm just short of three demon stones. I don't have the time I'm choosing this time, so I'll take it appropriately."

"Become!?

My voice leaked into those very irrational words.

It's their job to collect wheat and demon stones and pay them where they should be.

What I can tell by the words now is that they're killing us more than that norm, getting demon stones, and selling it away. And I failed to secure Norma out of greed. That's all I'm thinking about killing us even more and turning us into demon stones.

What is this irrational? Do we have to keep putting up with this?

"Captain, it's hard to catch three of them nearby."

"Right. I like that."

That's what one of us pulling the carriage said.

Then the soldiers walk towards us in pairs.

Naturally, it is our field that is closest to the village.

"Hih."

One of the long-time familiars, Leck, turned his back and escaped.

However, a silver-lighted bayonet knife flies up and pierces Leck's back and falls.

"First, make sure the first one is secure."

It was a man called the captain who threw it. I'm taking the steeple off exactly so I don't kill you.

"So the second one..."

That's what I said, I took Shutty's arm.

I'm relieved that it's not me or Lucier.

But one more will be chosen. If you wish, it's me...

"You."

I was the one the man called captain reached out to.

Good. Lucier's safe.

"Wait! I'll go."

It was also a relief. For a while, Lucier's hand blocks the hand of the man called captain.

"You can have the three of us, right? I'll go."

That's how you shield me from your back.

"Ha ha, what the hell is she sheltering me from?"

Sounds like a low-end soldier makes a mockery.

I turn bright red with shame and remorse. The clenched fist trembles.

"Well, fine. You make me cry that I give myself up for my lover."

Saying so, when the captain deliberately removed his small hand and helmet, he grabbed Lucier's chest and licked his cheek.

Lucier flickers at the captain with a straight eye, even if he does.

My shoulders are shaking. My legs are laughing. But she was desperately confronted with that little body.

"Take him quickly, and if I were there, Norma would be able to accomplish it, wouldn't you?

Lucier's figure overlaps the High Elf girl inscribed behind her soul.

The sight burned to the eyelid, even though you shouldn't have seen it.

Scorch your chest, girl's glow.

"I believe in Cyril, so she says she can hang in there without me."

Compared to the enemies that the High Elf girl stood up to, there wouldn't be a number of these soldiers. But the courage Lucier needed to speak out to protect me is no less than winning.

I want to protect Lucier's sparkle, I want to watch her all the time beside me... I thought so.

So,

"Get those filthy hands off me!

I grabbed my trembling fist and hit him.