Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

And five minutes later, he left the captain to kill all the soldiers. The captain is still holding his head and rolling around. Complete blindness. You will never see the light again.

You said you killed people for the first time, but you don't feel guilty.

What makes me uncomfortable is that I'm too used to killing people.

Ever since I got my voice, my knowledge I'm not supposed to know, and fragmented memories are starting to flow. It feels like it's about me.

"Somebody, bring me the booze, it's as high as possible! No, I don't need to use the village stuff. Smells like tight distilled liquor from inside the soldiers' carriage. Do that, please!

I run over to Lec with a knife stuck in my back when I shout out my voice.

Leck was eating a throwing knife from behind trying to escape.

"Come on, get out of the way!

I cast magic on the collar and destroy the magic ceremony carved with overload.

Now we won't be generating noise again.

Lucier came running over with distilled liquor as she checked the wound.

Activate magic to analyze the ingredients and have an alcohol content of more than 50%. I'm uncomfortable, so I activate magic, blow away the moisture, and force the number to increase to nearly 80%. If you want to disinfect, I want a minimum of 70% degrees.

"Rick, it hurts. If you're a man, bear with me."

"Hey, Cyril, what are you gonna do with that booze?

They're just taking the steeple off so they don't kill him, and he bleeds less and seems to have enough room to talk.

"Shut up, no, open your mouth"

When I say that, I take the empty hemp bag out of my pocket and stuff it in Rick's mouth.

And pull out the knife that's stabbing him in the back all at once and smash the alcohol.

"Mm-hmm."

Rick screams without a voice.

I would have chewed my tongue if I hadn't been there with the hemp bag in my mouth.

Finish disinfecting and cleaning the wound at the same time and put your hands on the wound.

"[Healing]"

I activate the healing.

This is magic that strengthens the target's self-resilience to the limit.

Consequently, it would be catastrophic if foreign bodies were mixed in the wound or used with insufficient disinfection.

If, in an instant, he tries to recover without previous preparation, he will need magic like a rewind when the consumption of a few steps of magic jumps, rather than strengthening self-healing.

"Yes, over. Now we're good."

When I say that, I gently slap Rick on the back.

"That, wound, it doesn't hurt, lie, it's healing. Cyril, wow. I thought there were only saints who could use healing magic."

"I'm a genius."

Somehow, when I was still dreaming, a cliche emerged that I used to hide my desperate efforts.

"Hey, how did you do such a dangerous thing?

Soon Lucier, who had come beside me, came and asked me that.

"I wanted to protect Lucier"

"I wish Cyril had lived."

"I don't like that. Lucier has to stay with us. When I found out, I was beating him up."

There was no chance of winning. Without that voice, he would have died.

Right now, it's just a theory of results that makes me laugh in this place.

But if you want to kill Lucier and survive alone, you'd better die.

"Kind of like old Cyril"

"It's me back in the day... do you like Lucier better that way?

"Yeah, I don't want to see Cyril giving up and messing with me"

"Okay, okay. I'll save our village! Try to free this place from human hands. Either way, if you don't, it's packed."

I smile bitterly and look around at the villagers trying to surround us.

What I see in that eye is 30% of what makes my people happy that they survived, 30% of what makes them angry or despise me, and the rest of them say which way they don't.

In the meantime, a guy with a tall, grey-haired crosshead in his late forties pops up. This is Nieje, the current village chief.

What's on your face is hostility.

"You did it, Cyril. Kill the soldiers, and now the village will have rebelled"

What came back was the word as expected.

If the soldiers who came to collect taxes hadn't come back, they would definitely suspect something had happened in this village. It's not far from what I did.

And what lies ahead is retaliation.

But I'm just not going to be frightened.

"The traitor? Fine. Not if they just take the crop. But it's even more unusual now that they take away my people every year and keep quiet. We should fight. Take the bow, be proud."

"That's what I said, your father died fighting. Take a lot of people on the road."

That's my engraving, the sin of not being able to escape.

I'll follow you around everywhere. So I decided not to run away.

"My father failed. But how can you say the next time you fail? I can do it. Lead this village to victory"

"The kid! Word of the world!!

"In fact, I let him kill five people on my own. I'll show you how to fight. To this extent, let anyone try to do it. So wake up."

"You're the one who wakes up. Tell me that dream story."

Dream stories, it sure is.

The soldiers are strong, the full-mail armor wears the bows unleashed by the elves, who are not good at melee combat. Furthermore, Elf's specialty in wind magic is too light to be lethal.

If it is a battle, sooner or later they will be packed and slaughtered.

♪ As it is now ♪

"Then prove that my told dreams are not just dreams. Let me show you two things now. One is to solve the food problem"

Listen to my words, you look bitter around you.

Actually, this is the most recent issue.

"As you know, our village is not allowed to grow anything but wheat by the imperial people. Everything else depends on what they bring."

This is the chain that binds our village.

It increases productivity by focusing on a single crop, while at the same time keeping the village from living alone and tying it to the empire.

"A village stockpile would be two months."

Besides, the bare minimum they need. Most of the wheat they've harvested before they bring it to the village has also been taken.

Besides, winter is coming in three months.

If I don't keep hitting my hand like this, I'll starve to death sooner or later. Winters in this world are harsh, snow accumulates and crops do not grow properly, and the grace gained by entering the woods is known. We have no choice but to grow our own crops, but we cannot reap them in the last three months until winter arrives.

"How could Cyril have done this when she knew it! I just had to die four people."

The word cripples me badly.

"You think there's only four of us? Don't look away! How many people have been killed so far? Ten people are killed every year for five years after the empire began to rule, right? Fifty people have already been killed. If we don't move now, we'll keep getting more victims. Are you sure? I never wanted to lose Lucier. Everybody's gonna have somebody important, right? You don't want to protect me? Don't they regret being deprived of their loved ones!?

I raise my voice desperately.

Many elves lay down on their faces and tremble on their shoulders with anger and sadness.

"Still, it would be better than being killed."

"That's right. Even your father, Mr. Kroetz, couldn't win."

"I have no choice. There's no way you can win."

Mourning and giving up words.

But I've heard this and figured it out. Not everyone is convinced now.

"Take my word for it, I'll make you believe in victory. I'm talking about as much food as you said, but I'm going to hit their supply base now and take the food!

Yes, the easiest way to get food is to plunder.

And if we think about the quantity and quality we need, we have to target their barracks.

It's about 220 kilometers from this village of elves to their home country. No matter how fast you rush with a horse in heavy equipment, the daily travel distance is between 20 km and 30 km, and there is a relay point. Its very existence can be confirmed to its position in the battle of the Father's time.

It is a terminal in a way, and since it dominates a number of villages in the vicinity besides the village of the elves from which it starts, the personnel and the food stored are considerable.

Strike there.

… it is at the same time a place of detention and also a fort that prevents the rebellion from spreading from the villages around here to the country. The defensemen and equipment are in order.

"You fool are going to die!

"Let it be done. So I want you to believe me when you can do that. In case I don't come back, you just have to let me know as it is that I did it all by myself. Perhaps it would be quicker for me to attack the supply base than for the pursuit to come to the village. If you fail, you'll be caught dead at the supply base. All you have to do is say that the fool ran wild."

Perhaps, with that said, the village itself will never be gone. Even they should want to use it for a long time without destroying this village that produces demonic stones. I get some penalties, but I don't get fatal wounds.

"Then it would be quicker to catch you now and offer you away, and you wouldn't have to buy anger"

"Sure, but if I wasn't here, I'd stay a human slave for the rest of my life. Is that all right with you?

I laugh invincibly.

The village chief laughs with his nose. Some of the villagers who saw my strength look at me with some anticipation.

"And the second. The biggest reason we lost in the battle ahead, that's the presence of the armor these guys are wearing. He couldn't hurt himself without a bow passing by, and he died with one, one more. So I'll make a weapon that anyone can use and kill these guys with one blow. With that, we can fight."

"Is there such a thing?

"Yes! If I could have a weapon, there's a body on there. Let's see the armor pierced in front of everyone. I'm not gonna do that either, I'm gonna have Lucier use my weapon."

Once, when we fought to jump human domination, we were defeated without the skill of doing so by metal armor created by the development of the Imperial iron making technology.

Easily start a bow you're good at. That's the worst compatibility for the elves.

Conversely, if you have a weapon that will do something about that armor, you can fight it.

Make it, show them where the armor pierces and make the villagers believe in victory.

You can kill enemies without weapons. It doesn't have an impact if I do. So let Lucier use it and appeal to anyone to use it.

"Now you can laugh at my words as dream stories. But I want you to see if you can do the two things I just said. If you fail, you won't resist. Tie me up and give it to the humans. It won't take long, I'll take the food within five days, and I'll go back to the village and have the weapons made within five days. Can you give me ten days?

He looks around and looks at me with a puzzled look.

I can't believe it completely, but I said it would be a shame to cut it off on this occasion.

I want another hand, even that would give me a chance...

"I believe Cyril."

Lucier's voice echoes. Normal voice, not emotional. Yet that calm voice echoed everyone's heart.

"I want to dream with Cyril. I don't want to live like this anymore. I don't want to lose any more of my loved ones, I don't like my family being taken. I don't like my friends being taken. I don't want anyone I like to be gone. One day, I'm going to have a baby and they're going to take her. I want to be able to laugh all the time with people I like"

In the eyes of the villagers, anger lingers. The emotions that were concealed by the abandonment ignite, the deception that took the sacrifice for granted.

Girl's unleashed just the right argument. That pokes and moves the emotions around you.

"Yes, we're not livestock"

"If you're going to die anyway, you're going to fight and die."

"If you can take that child's revenge, you can die."

There's heat all around.

But Nieje, the village chief with a rugged eye there, opens his mouth.

"Easy, everybody! Lucier is certainly right. But it's not courage to fight with no chance of winning, it's just recklessness! Fine, Cyril. Do what you said. If you attack the supply base and fail to die, the whole village testifies that the fool killed a soldier and hit the base in good shape. If you succeed in returning, I will tie you up with your weapons and offer you as a traitor. Is that all right?

"I mean it better than that. But if I can do that, will you fight with me?

No reply.

But some eyes are talking to me. Fight with me.

"... fine. Whatever you want, but whether you fight or not, look at what you call a weapon and decide. Well, you're gonna fail anyway."

That's how my battle began.