Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

"I'm coming. Wait in anticipation."

I bid farewell to those who come to see me off.

About twenty people were coming to drop me off and Lucier.

Winter is coming in three months. Then decent food would not be available and the village of the less stockpiled elves would dry up. The village's fate is at stake in the raid on the supply base.

"If you don't come back, I'll tell you you killed the soldiers and ran away. That way, support for supplies would be received as usual. The three elves that those soldiers wanted have the right candidates.

Are you really gonna do this for two people in the first place? You're going to die for nothing anyway. Wouldn't you rather spend the rest of your life in this village? It's more desirable as a village that we catch the killer ourselves. "

The village chief, Nieje, tells us to poke around looking at us.

It's not anticipation or kindness that keeps us under surveillance. You killed five soldiers because you're scared of me. Trying to stop me, I'm afraid my powers will turn to us.

"I'm not going to die, and it's enough for both of us. You saw where I killed five people instantly, even with a collar on my own, right?

"But 300 people are at the supply base, right?

"The purpose of this one is not to fight. As soon as we take the food, we'll run away."

"If you snuck in, how are you going to carry it? You know how much I could carry on my own, right?

"I have a handy magic trick. With that, you can hold as much alone as you want. I actually used it yesterday, and I'm carrying their bodies. I'm going to throw it away during the base raid. It'll be a buy of time."

The word is not a lie. But I can't use it right now.

There's only one guy in my past who can call me by my intrinsic witchcraft who can use such convenient witchcraft.

"Can you really do that?

The village chief is half-hearted.

I guess I should demonstrate on this occasion, but inherent magic is not fuel efficient, and there are constraints. I can't waste it.

"True. So I just sneak in and fill my food from one end with that magic, so I'm not going to do anything that dangerous."

"... when did you do such magic?"

"Wow! Cyril looked unwilling and trained everyone in magic in secret."

My chest aches with Nieje's pulled face and Lucier's respectful glance.

"Well, well."

"But the question is where the food is stored on the base. If there were a lot of soldiers on that base, it would be huge and hard to find."

Lucier looked anxious.

"That's okay, too. I heard it from the human captain with a slightly more forceful hand, so I have all the information I need."

I am thoroughly tipping off the captain by torturing him to keep him alive just by smashing both eyes. I got used to it because I had so many chances of torturing this hand.

Of course, it's not my own experience. It's an experience I received from my voice.

He's the kind of guy who wears tax clothes and sidelines, so I thought he'd throw up some information lightly, but he's oddly forceful, and he got more trouble because he turns his head trying to get through it with lies and deception. If he hadn't been tortured, he'd have made a noise first or been grabbed for lying information.

The swordsmanship skills are top notch, the physical abilities can be enhanced, the mental skills are high, the driving is effective, a good talent.

That's why we need to push him until he's obsolete, and it's a shame he's the feather to kill him without being able to reuse him.

"That's it... Cyril, what changed you so much?

"Cyril hasn't changed. Cyril, who worked so hard and did everything, just came home."

I don't reply to the two words, I just give them back with an ambiguous smile.

We're both right, and we're both wrong.

And we left the village of Elves.

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While the carriage rocked me, I was trying to strengthen my physical abilities.

My body, too, has poor brain processing power, but most importantly, it has low physical capacity.

Even though I have excellent eyes, the treasure is rotten.

This is a situation where there are huge restrictions on both sorcery and melee combat, and not even 30% of all efforts can be made.

Pass the body magic "Odo" through the body. Strengthens, controls and flushes electrical signals throughout the body. My whole body muscles react to the electrical signals I make, and the more my body bounces, the more spasmodic I get.

Unbearable pain occurs and the muscles break. And the interruption of witchcraft.

With rough exhalation, new surgical activation, promotion of self-healing abilities, instantaneous muscle restoration usually takes between 24 and 48 hours.

In addition, he devours the dried meat that was in large quantities in the soldiers' carriages to replenish the protein.

"Hey Cyril, what are you doing just now? I suddenly feel sick all over my body, and then I look comfortable, and I eat a cup of meat and repeat myself, and I honestly feel sick."

Lucier, who became your man and manipulated the horse, asked me, surprised to be on the carrier.

"Intentionally, muscle strengthening in a short period of time, taking advantage of the occurrence of forced super recovery by destroying and rebuilding muscles"

"Sorry, I have no idea"

"I'm just using magic to muscle. If you move your body a lot, the next day, it hurts every time you move your body, right, Lucier?

"That's just a muscle ache, right?

"Yes, muscle pain. That pain was caused by a broken muscle. So broken muscles recover over time, but moderately broken muscles become stronger than before when they recover"

The fact that it is moderate is important.

If you overload and damage your muscles more than you need, it's counterproductive.

Plus, it's not a good idea to load when you're not recovering.

So it's hard to build a body with a short period of special training, but if you used my magic method, you could muscle it hundreds of times more efficiently than usual, and you could choose muscles to strengthen it, and there would be too much muscle attached to wasted areas to prevent you from moving.

"Bikun Bikun, just shaking your body makes you stronger, it's not good enough."

"Right. But it breaks my bones to use this sorcery, so it's a lot of work."

The control of electrical signals in the body requires very delicate magic manipulation.

I came up with this method and needed about thirty years of training before I could put it into practice. A normal person would be quicker to muscle honestly.

"But then you won't be able to build strength."

"If strength means cardiopulmonary function, you've been working out for 24 hours. This is how it works."

I work on the surrounding wind mana to extend the range of magic effects that are always active to Lucier.

"I can't breathe."

Lucier distorts his expression painfully.

After confirming that, I undone the scope of my witchcraft.

"That's what I'm doing on purpose. You run to build strength, don't you? In the end, oxygen… creates a situation where there is not enough air to train the ability to incorporate air. So I work out my lungs and my heart by creating a situation where I always have to work hard to incorporate air"

so-called altitude training… a training conducted at an altitude of between 2000 and 3000 meters of oxygen sparse. Helps strengthen endurance.

"I'm constantly activating other magic tricks that give me flexibility or that give me motion vision."

"Wow, maybe Cyril has been working out like this for a long time pretending to skip? That's why you always do that."

"... right"

Lucier's mistake has raised the rating, but I dare not deny it.

"But Cyril is good at witchcraft, right? You don't really need to work out your body because you can fight with that one, do you?

"I don't have that. The last thing you say is physical ability and physical strength. In the end, on the battlefield, a guy who can run to the end survives. Magic is just a tool. It's the first time I've had a body that can use it well."

"Most likely, Cyril doesn't even know the battlefield."

I think Lucier is joking about what I said, crushing it in a brown tone.

I reply to that with a bitter smile.

I've been through battlefields hundreds of times.

Cyril, I need a favor.

"What?

"Teach me that magic too."

"I can't. The configuration is too complicated, the controls need fine-tuning, and it's dangerous for amateurs to get their hands on it."

Normally, a magician is quite out of control just to look at a determined procedure. So I can use it with some training.

But these procedures are very delicate. For the first time in decades, a super talented magician has focused so much on it.

"Well, then why don't you use that magic trick on me?

"I don't mind that, but why?"

"Because I want to be strong too. I want to fight with Cyril."

I have conveyed that the emotions put to Lucier's voice are serious, not just thought-provoking, but prepared words.

"Are you sure? I'll leave the fight to the man, and the woman will protect the house, if that's all right. I'm not going to let Lucier fight the raid on the supply base because I wanted someone to monitor the horses."

"I don't like women just waiting. If I wait at home and Cyril dies, I'll definitely regret it for the rest of my life. I want to fight next door so we can both survive."

Lucier is really a strong kid.

Yesterday, the soldier just said he was about to be killed, but he's already positive.

"Okay. Let's work out Lucier. But only this time, I'm leaving with the horse."

"Shouldn't I come with you?

"No. This raid is not as easy as being successful with your luggage. I can't afford to protect Lucier."

"Okay."

"You're not eating down."

"Yeah, I want to fight with you to help Cyril. I don't want to get you in trouble for being selfish like a child. But because we'll soon be strong enough to fight together."

I smile. It's good to protect Lucier.

"Then I'll just do the magic. I'm telling you, it hurts to death, doesn't it?

"... I'm ready."

"Let's take your place because it's dangerous."

I take turns with Lucier. Sit next to Lucier while keeping the horse's reins.

"I need to touch my skin directly, okay? Put your hand over your heart because it also prefers the center of your body"

"Fine. 'Cause Cyril."

I, with Lucier's permission, put my hand in my clothes and gently put my hand on my left chest, directly above my heart. It is believed that the soul that presides over the backbone of witchcraft dwells in the heart. That's why it was an essential task for the magic of using her body.... Actually, I could use your back.

Lucier's chest is soft and his hands sink in. Unexpectedly large. There seems to be a C-cup. You make me wear Lucier. I thought it was about "B."

The moment my hand touched me, Lucier's body shook in a freak.

Pure tension, not the influence of witchcraft. I guess I'm not used to being touched by men.

The structure of Lucier's body is analyzed by gently flushing electrical signals made by magic as lower preparation.

transmission rate, reaction rate, and muscle status at present. Everything pours in.

Based on that, make changes to the procedure for you.

"I'm coming. Lucier."

"Come, Cyril"

And activate magic.

Instead of giving electrical signals from the outside, it interferes with Lucier's brain to contract muscles at Lucier's will, while giving her magic to strengthen the signals she produces herself.

When I do the same thing with external signals, I need enough signals to burn Lucier's beautiful skin.

"Cyril, what, this, weird"

With his whole body trembling, his face turns red and Lucier leaks his voice. I'm done getting used to it, so I'm getting stronger. Lucier's body bounces.

Something horny. Is this different when you're a beautiful girl, even though it's just disgusting when a man does it?

Continue that for about 5 minutes, at regular intervals.

"Yes, it's over."

"Mmm..."

Lucier leaks his breath in relief.

"Try to move your body."

"Try, it hurts"

Lucier screams trying to move his muscles.

You seem to have a proper general muscle ache. Muscle damage is also ideal.

"Then I'll heal you next time."

At the same time as that word, it strengthens Lucier's self-healing power to forcefully restore muscles.

Lucier's expression had become a bitter laugh at her unique senses.

"Does your body still hurt?

"Yeah, totally fine"

"Good, then. Do this three times a day, every day. Because that would bring us closer to the ideal flesh. Let me tell you something, don't ever try to do it yourself, okay?

"I get it. I can't do it if I want to."

When they do it on their own, it's dangerous, and even if it works out so well, they get wasted muscles, and if Lucier's abs crack, I cry.

And eat the meat.

The dried meat was pressed against Lucier.

"Why? You're not hungry, are you?

"Use the nutrients in your meat to restore your muscles. If you don't eat meat, there's not much point in using this magic."

"Do you mind if I use your precious food?"

"That's okay. It's what you need to be strong. Being strong on it will also increase the success rate of the operation and increase the possibility of delivering food to everyone in the village"

"Okay. Eat."

Eat a little while Lucier softens the hard dried meat with saliva.

She's cute like a little animal.

"And look at that one in your spare time. Just move your eyes without moving your neck."

I point to the black sphere floating in the sky.

It's a sphere I made by magic to enhance my motor vision.

"Ugh, it's pretty hard"

Lucier roars.

The black sphere is flying around at considerable speed drawing eight letters, while maintaining a constant distance.

Lucier's eyes are not following it.

"If it was difficult, I'd stare hard, and then the black sphere would put a curse on me to force my eyeballs to chase me. If you say 'Caught', the curse will be lifted, so you should keep going until your eyes hurt."

"Oh, easy, but your eyes are so tired."

"It's training. But if I do this every day, I'll be able to build up my motor vision pretty good. If you want to be strong, it's one of the most important things."

"How is Cyril devising to be so strong? Like everyone else, running around in the woods, waving your sword bare, even if you're normal, you're stronger."

"I don't have time for this. It takes a long time to be strong in the normal way. I have more to do. So this is how you get everything done with magic, and you do what you want in a lot of time."

A person's life is short. I know so much about it that I hate it.

Even if there's one next time, I'm only once in my time. I also need these defiant moves to end that once-in-a-lifetime me without regret.

Sportsmen are told they need three hours of training just to maintain muscle strength. I don't have time for that.

"What I want to do... What does Cyril want?

"Right, I want to hang out with my sweet Lucier. Go home and eat something delicious with us and laugh at each other."

"Already, make all those jokes. You can always do that."

Lucier swells his cheeks as he follows a black ball with his eyes.

"I'm not kidding. Seriously, right now, I think it's a goal to be happy with Lucier.

To that end, everyone in the village will secure enough food to cross the winter to repel the imperial soldiers coming to attack the village and, starting next year, prepare the ground for self-sufficiency in the village alone. There are other things I want to be able to get rid of a large group of soldiers just by everyone in the village at all times, even without me, and I want to raise the standard of living of the whole village more "

This is what happens when I give you an assignment.

Subdivision to make it happen would require a lot more.

This is the minimum conditions for Lucier and I to laugh and live together.

So no matter how much time you have, it's not enough.

"That's a long way to go. If humans hadn't ruled the village, would they have lived normally by now, married or something?

Marriage will be possible at the age of 14 in the village of Elf.

We're both 14. No wonder it does.

But that wouldn't be tolerated in the village right now. I killed soldiers for Lucier and sold fights to the Empire. I can't live a normal life with Lucier like that.

"If Lucier could just take my proposal. I'm going to tell you now, I'm going to propose when I get rid of all this problem. Think of the answer."

"Hey, Cyril, even if you suddenly say that"

"All of a sudden I said it, but you've got as much time to think about it, right?

That's what I said, breaking up the conversation and concentrating on manipulating the horse, watching Lucier change his lights, anger and expression.