Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

This is a dream. Makes me realize that an unrealistic sight is like that in an instant.

In my dreams I was facing me. That I am what Deet looks like, what Johann looks like, what Shoji looks like, and one after another I change into what I have been walking in the past.

'Hey, my God. With my knowledge and experience, how could I be so clumsy? "

I'm the one who talks in a taunting tone.

Shut up.

'What a noise. I'll tell you why because I have no choice. You're not accepting everything about me. Its brain, its body, its magic, everything is poor. At best, you'll be full of just glancing at the top'

Yeah, I know. I really should be able to do more.

Once, I pushed one village up to the great powers. I had destroyed a number of countries by myself. He has become a demon king and destroyed the world.

Compared to that, there is no such thing as protecting an elf village.

"Lucier looks a lot like the girl who became the starting point in determining my way of life. If you want to protect her, I'll give you a hand."

No, I didn't like Lucier because she looked like that girl. I lived as Cyril and loved her in the time we spent together. Lucier is not a substitute.

"Hmm. Am I more bound to being myself than usual this time? Fine. I've seen that a couple of times. But ordinary people. If you're gonna dream you can't give me my share, you're gonna have to leave it to me. '

I understand that too. It's not about me. I don't deny what I am or what I once was. But I won't give up on Lucier alone.

'Okay, now me. I'm gonna go backwards until I quit Cyril one day. ”Except for some." I'll give you all the knowledge and experience. I don't touch my personality. But don't forget, when you give up being Cyril, you'll be just a part of me. "

You won't force me?

'There's no way you're going to do that. The emotions, the impulses, everything you take for granted, I've rubbed off and lost. The emotions that flow from you are my only entertainment. "

Well, then, for all the help you've given me, enjoy my life at best.

I'll show you the best happy ending.

'That's great. I'm tired of tragedies. Besides, this world is special to me. I left that kid there if I wanted... No, that's fine. What's wrong with me? Save her...'

My voice broke off on the way.

And the dream ends.

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"Good morning."

The body's ambiguity on the verge of losing consciousness disappears completely and is full of magic.

The soul I absorbed yesterday became entirely my own.

The soul has only taken in, does not make sense, the soul that was not yet in its own power yesterday has also become familiar while asleep.

Yesterday, the number of soldiers slaughtered and killed was 64.

I took in 64 souls. The total amount of magic "Odd" in the body is bouncing about 11 times higher than yesterday.

This will rank you up from the ordinary to the superhuman with only superhuman control. This will spread what you can do.

Most importantly, the amount of magic "Odd" in the body that can be released at once where the total amount has increased has not changed, nor has the technique of magic control changed. This is a challenge for the future.

"Nevertheless, what is this comfortable sleep"

It smells sweet, and it's warm in my hands.

It even feels like the body is being purified with something negative ionic.

"Cyril, don't wander off, oh, no, if I make that appropriate, I'll be pissed off later"

I can hear Lucier sleeping.

I seem to be so Locdenasi in Lucier's dream, I can't help but think about what I've been doing.

Lucier put a blanket on me, and then he held his hand and held it, and it was on my body.

"That said, we used to sleep together a lot."

The village of Elves in the cold zone climate had many chilly nights, and sleeping together often snuggled the cold. If we don't let the blanket get away with the temperature for both of us, we'll be pretty warm. But since last year or so, Lucier has been refusing it.

I guess I've become aware of sexuality. Lucier's body has grown from time to time, even though he thought he was a child.

I grew up with brothers and sisters for five years now, and I haven't seen Lucier as a woman before, but maybe Lucier wasn't.

"Just a little more, I guess."

The deadline for bringing food to the village is five days. I can make it enough to take a day off today.

Now I want to enjoy the warmth of Lucier, pulling the Lucier that is brought on top of the blanket into the blanket and turning it into a pillow.

"Wind, give me your eyes"

That's how I broadened my consciousness with [perceptual dilation]. Unlike yesterday, I can afford magic and strength. Even as you sleep, it is easy to remain part of your consciousness and be alert to your surroundings. This is one of my few specialties.

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"Morning, Lucier"

Lucier snuggled out of the carriage as he prepared a rather late lunch outside.

I start a firefight, I burn a bigger stone, and I line it with a loin of chica meat.

Meditate your eyes for not maturing enough meat.

I woke up after about an hour of inebriation, and I was free, so I skinned the chica that had only been drained of blood and built-in, smoothed it out, and the meat is wrapped in the bark of Caede and put in the carriage except for what we eat by cutting it apart so that it's easy to eat.

It's inconspicuous to start a fire at noon now, and within a 300-meter radius, it's my perception. As soon as the Imperial soldier approaches, you can turn it off.

"Sorry, Cyril, I, I fell asleep"

"I can't help it. You waited outside all day yesterday until I got back, didn't you?

"Yeah, yeah, but I got up, and I had to be on guard."

Lucier waited outside trembling in the cold all by herself, squashed by the anxiety of me dying. Even if we don't, we're tired, physically and mentally, of keeping the carriage running while the heavy pressure is on everyone in the village to starve to death if we fail.

It's easy to say, but physical and mental loads are immeasurable. Unlike me, Lucier is a normal girl. Instead, I have to compliment you for bringing it this far.

"Right, I wanted you to keep a good eye on me. If the soldiers found us in yesterday's condition, we'd both be dead. But at the time the search reached this way, it would mean that I was being tailed for failure, and that wasn't Lucier's mistake."

"But me, I came with Cyril for that, and it didn't help anything"

"You've helped me. Lucier pulled the carriage all day yesterday, so I could keep my strength warm and raid, and if I were alone, I could have gone crazy because I was on the road, with Lucier, so I could relax in my heart. Plus, Lucier's here, so I thought I'd definitely go home."

It's all true. But if I were to add just one thing, it's also big that I was afraid to leave Lucier alone in that village.

While I was away, the villagers threatened to turn their anger and anxiety over the village crisis I had caused to Lucier.

Every person is a good man, but the hearts of people as soon as they become a group are ugly and distorted.

"Cyril, I'm glad you said that, but I still can't forgive myself"

Lucier is honest but stubborn. And sweet to others, but tough on me. I have to convince her.

"Really? Then let's punish him. When I get back to the village, there's only one thing to do: listen to anything I say. So forgive me."

"Fine, what are you going to tell me?

"Come on? Thinking about it. Imagine what I'm going to say until I get to the village."

"Cyril, so I don't think you're gonna say anything that bad, but you're still scared"

Lucier laughed bitterly.

Still...... yuck. I don't ask Lucier to hate me for real. So I'm thinking so much about subtly catching my face.

"I don't know what they're gonna say. Fear is the punishment."

"That's a lot of warm punishment."

"It's the first time. I'm going to forgive any mistake until the second time. Besides, I can't help it today. Lucier is an amateur, immature in mental strength and strength. Rather, I am surprised that you have endured the last two days. I'm talented. If you work out, you'll be able to do anything."

"Even Cyril is an amateur....... good luck to me. Because I'll be stronger so I won't be sweet on Cyril."

"I hope so."

"But forgiving up to twice means what happens the third time?

"I'm not gonna do anything, I'm gonna decide this guy's the one who can't and I'm never gonna believe him again, and I'm not gonna let him do anything important"

"That's harder than getting mad in a way."

Lucier laughs bitterly.

In my experience, a guy who makes the same mistake three times can't use it anywhere.

I'm only going to leave it to people like that to do a job that can fail.

Lucier will surely be fine.

"Well, now that the chica's cooked, eat it."

I shook salt on the roasted meat. Then pass the special sautéed meat made by the time the meat is cooked onto a plate and serve to Lucier.

The best meat around the bone is spooned off, thoroughly minced with a knife, mixed there with chopped lily wasabi to eliminate the odor, salted to taste and acidified with a small amount of cranberry fruit juice.

"It would be a shame to use so much salt for two days in a row."

"I could steal a lot of salt, so I'm fine. Don't worry about it for the moment. We need to keep the salt to ourselves before we go back to the village."

"I'm going to have a hard time remembering this luxury later."

Truth be told, salt had a pretty high priority in this raid on the supply base.

Salt cannot be taken in the village of Elf, located in the mountainous area. Before being ruled by the Empire, he bought from occasional pedestrians or went to the village of Firefox where rock salt could be taken and sold, but since being ruled by the Empire, he had relied on supplies from the Empire to let go.

Salt, sometimes essential to living, used to be sold at their word, and the empire only gave us the minimum we really needed, so we have a habit of using salt quite importantly in the village of Elves.

Even if I'm wrong, it works as salty and good as I did! I don't use the amount that I feel that way.

The immediate salt could be secured by this raid, but the development of salt supply routes will have to be done soon.

Next time, let's show our faces to the village of Firefox. The Firefoxes are excellent at fighting, still resisting the reign of the Empire, and have old friends. Maybe we can have a friendly relationship.

"About now, okay? Only two people can luxury it. And some of this stuff."

"Mead, honey wine! That's what happened!

Honey "Mead" is a wine made of honey. Elf villages, of course, are super luxurious because the continent itself is cold, sugar cane cannot be grown as a raw material, and they rely on imports across the sea.

For this reason, sweetness depends on fruit and honey. The fruit has not been varietally improved and the flavour is not very good. The sweetness as a preference is quite popular with honey. As a result, even honey is soaring, and the average person has no control over the alcohol they use. Probably for the greatness who came to the supply base.

"I only have three bottles. If I give this to you, the grownups will drink it all and you'll never come around to us, okay? So let's just empty one bottle here. I risked my life. You can do as much good as this."

Elf's village has a pretty strict seniority. Delicious things are taken by the elders, and only excess comes around down there.

While Lucier was asleep, I called Deet at [Circle Regression] and took the mead out of the [Item Box].

The contents of Deet's [item box] are reset every time he reincarnates, but anything else he puts in is left in and very useful.

"Ugh, but such a cat baba thing..."

"Really? Lucier doesn't drink. Then I'll take it all."

Pour the golden liquid into the glass.

Lucier's throat rings.

"Look, try to smell it. You smell sweet."

"Really, it smells good"

Lucier uttered a voice that seemed like his soul would fall out.

So much so that Lucier is hungry for sweetness.

The mountains around here have bees, but you can't take honey with all the carnivorous bees like tinned bees and asina bees. The last time we saw honey was about something specially prepared for the wedding of the son of the current village chief.

Naturally, it is not made in my mouth.

I'll take it.

Ring his throat and pour in the honey liquor Mead. My brain is paralyzed by the proper sweetness for the first time in years.

Sweetness swells through tired bodies.

"Sweet! Oh, it was worth it for hitting the base with your life."

I call it sweet, sweet while overreacting.

"That's a shame. Can't Lucier enjoy this flavor? If you miss this opportunity, you might not be able to drink mead for the rest of your life."

Lucier's cheeks move tingly.

Another push.

"And there's probably a glass of it. Let's drink in this place."

"... please"

Lucier said in a mosquito sounding voice.

"Yeah? Can't you hear me?

"Mead, I want a drink too"

"Well, here you go."

I prepared a cup of Lucier's share and poured it by surprise.

"Unexpectedly, I thought I'd wear more because I meant Cyril."

"I was being mean just to give Lucier a drink. I'll give it to you honestly if you say you'll drink it."

When I gave him the cup with that said, Lucier received the cup, smelled it, teased and sipped it, roughly like that.

"Sweet ~"

Lucier blurts out his melted voice.

And I smile a fuzzy smile like I've never shown before. It also seemed delicious when the chica liver, but again, I guess this kind of sugar-like sweetness is extraordinary.

Girls are vulnerable to sweet things all the time.

"I'm glad you like it."

I eat chica meat and I put my own mead in my mouth. The salty chicken BBQ goes well with the sweet mead. The alcohol comes in and the body lights up.

"I may die now."

Lucier snaps a little bit, taking care and sipping the honey liquor Mead.

"You should stop doing that. In winter, I won't say a glass of something sweeter and tastier than the mead, but I'll eat it all up."

That's what I said, stroking the tree of Caede that was nearby.

Mead is sweet, but about as sweet as tea with three sugars at best. I want Lucier to enjoy the sweetness of a more decent treat.

I'd really like to have it ready right now, but I can't get the ingredients out until it's winter.

"Winter? Winter is no fruit, and you can't take honey, can you? And yet there's something sweet about it?

"Oh, sweet, and I have something very tasty. This beer, Mead, could kill you if Lucier eats it."

"If you're going to die eating something as nice as that, you might want to."

Say what Lucier can't take either as a joke or as serious.

If you noticed, Lucier's cup was empty.

I laughed bitterly, couldn't pour into the glass, and stayed at the bottom of the bottle. I poured the last honey liquor, Mead, into a glass of Lucier.

Look at me like that, Lucier rounds his eyes.

"Cyril is sweet. Can I ask you two? You want to kiss me?

"Of course, I like Lucier."

"Second, are you resistant to a kiss putting your tongue in?

"Not at all. I'd rather be that way."

When Lucier hears it, she pours the honey liquor "Mead" into her mouth and brings her face closer together. My lips touch me and Lucier's tongue comes in.

Mead, a honey liquor warmed by Lucier's body temperature, pours into his mouth. I feel much sweeter than the honey liquor I just drank, Mead.

And after about ten seconds, Lucier's tongue is pulled out.

"The second cup is half a cup."

That's what Lucier says and lays face down in illumination.

Lovely. I want to push it down now. Patience it much longer.

But I'd like to kiss you a little more. All right, I have a good idea.

"All right, let's open the second one. Shall I do half of it again, Lucier?"

If you had mead, honey, you'd have another excuse to talk!

Still, there is a recoil that just used [roundabout], but it was a very short use, and if you are prepared to have sequelae on your soul for a while, you will not be able to [roundabout] again.

Right now, I need to get my second bottle of honeysuckle, Mead.

"You can't do that. The other two are for everyone in the village."

But Lucier clearly says no.

"Anyway, the people who make it look great just drink it."

"Still, it might reach everyone in the village. Open it and you'll get mad."

"What are you going to do with anger?

"I haven't spoken to Cyril for a week"

"All right, then let's get ready to go"

I'm gonna go clean up the empty plates and glasses and see how the horses are doing.

Those eyes are serious. If Lucier ignores me, I'm going to be unable to recover.

"Cyril."

Lucier calls over his back. Are you feeling too good?

"Thanks, it was delicious"

But what it took was a thank you word.

I turned around and smiled.

"You're welcome."

That's what I said.