Elf Tensei Kara no Cheat Kenkoku-ki

"Cyril, good! Be safe."

Back at home, Lucier, who had been quiet, raised his voice and embraced him.

He seemed to worry about me a lot more than I did.

"Lucier, it's not over yet. The real deal is after the battle against the Empire. This is still an outpost."

"But Cyril's gone all of a sudden."

My voice is in tears. I lucier like that gets loving and pounds my head gently.

"When Cyril's gone, I'll be alone."

"It's okay, I won't be alone.... Until last month, this house was even more lively."

At the last levy, Lucier's grandmother, who was our substitute, and Lucier's sister, four years younger, were taken.

The four friendly families are now alone with us. There's no way I'm not lonely. And yet Lucier is behaving like a man for me.

"Are you sure you won't be gone?

"I promise. And if I'm gone, if I were Lucier, there'd be as many men as my wife wants."

Lucier is fourteen years old. I'm old enough to get married in this village.

And Lucier is a beauty by jumping through among the elves with a relatively large number of beauties. I'm a single elf right now, and I'm not proposing to Lucier. I probably don't have an elf.

"I don't like it. I don't want to be in that relationship with anyone other than Cyril."

"It's like me."

"No Comments"

I've been teased, but that would be fine.

I don't have to put it into words to tell you something.

"Lucier is light. I need to put more meat on it. We need to get some good prey from the hunt."

I lifted my hand aside and was amazed at how light it was.

I finally checked my routine health to make sure I was in good shape.

Vitamin deficiency has improved a lot. However, it's nice to be slender but a little too skinny. There is a part of it that I can't help because I work in the field with coarse food.

There are boars in the mountains. Chicken meat would be nice, but boars with plenty of fat would be better off if they were to be nourished.

"You can't just eat us. Let's do this together. We need to make a cup of dried meat by now."

Crops cannot be grown during the snowy winter months, and hunting can only be aimed at relatively weathery days. That's also rarely taken by the big guys because they have to come back before the weather in the mountains changes.

So in the village of Elves, when the wheat harvest is finished and the taxes are paid, the women and children prepare the fields for next year, and the men, in parallel with expanding the fields, hunt in the mountains with sea lions, boars and rabbits.

Make it a precious winter food by sun-drying it.

Most importantly, in the primitive bows and knives of this era, you can't capture prey like that. Four or five of us take hunting dogs, cage them in the mountains for a couple of days, and if we can get one chica, it feels about lucky. It also hurts that the hunting celebrities died in their homes in the battle ahead.

Still, I'd hunt about ten if I ignored the impact of the ecosystem.

"I'll take everyone's share. But I want Lucier to be the first to eat the best part. That's good enough for you, isn't it?

"Why would Cyril do that to me? You tell me everything, you work out, you give me a lot of nice stuff."

"Because I like Lucier."

That's settled.

I told Lucier how I felt.

"It's sloppy. I can't be so honest, but it's easy to put into words."

Lucier swelled her cheeks as she was lifted by me. I gently bring Lucier down to the ground.

"I should have done this then. I've had enough of that. I've decided not to hesitate about my feelings, and I've decided to do everything I can."

"I'll do everything I can... That's a good word. I need an apprentice, too."

"Why don't you start by being honest about how you feel about me?

"That's what I'm gonna say, so I can't say it!

Apparently, he touched the princess's eclampsia. They turn to me that way.

"I'm waiting for you. With everything I can do right now."

"You look bad. Are you up to something again?

"Yeah, a lot. If it works, it'll be easier to move in this village."

Quickly, but in no hurry, I had cloth stones ready to fix the environment.

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It's been two days since I showed off my crossbow.

In the meantime, he became the queer of Dwarves in [circle regression] and dug the well.

"It was ridiculous to go to the woods every morning just to get some water."

Until now, I had carried a heavy water bottle and went into the mountains to dust the spring water, but it's hard to think about it.

I grabbed the groundwater flow in Cyril's hydromagic at noon and surveyed the water quality. After confirming that it could be made into drinking water and had no fear of ground sinking, he dug a hole in the queer of dwarves and burned and consolidated the drilled hole to build a well.

I thought I'd make a pump too, but as long as I saw the water, everyone in the village would leave it there because it would creep up easily with hydromagic.

He was an easy Sunday carpenter, but he was pretty popular.

We were well on the way to preparing a "special” arrow to use in the battle against humans, with such a trivial increase in cross-bow production over and over again.

But the policy of the village at heart cannot be determined. It's because the village chief doesn't shake his head about fighting the empire.

The villagers' discontent builds up. I even came up with the opinion to change the village chief.

I'm moving into the tunnel to spread that voice.

While treating,

They're talking about changing the mayor.

and say it every time,

"Rumor has it that the mead, which was in the food I stole, has already been drunk by one village chief."

Or talk about no other love.

There's more.

"Until now, there have been a lot of people who hate being turned into demon stones by the village chief."

And he talks facts into public discourse.

If it's normal, everyone's done listening.

But when you do it in the state of the village today, it burns instantly. Rumors had spread, it had changed from common sense among the elves and had spiritually hunted down the village chief.

Even in the absence of direct action, bad feelings about yourself are conveyed. Besides, I also imagine what would happen if I stimulated the villagers now.

The village chief can't say anything about fighting the empire. Today, the most luxurious and safe life in the village of Elves cannot be abandoned.

I don't know what the villagers will do if I tell them to follow the empire completely.

Things get worse and worse as I spend time I can't say anything.

Now it's a trail for the village chief.

There I am, sprinkling poison bait. Let us choose a cheap third choice, and there awaits ruin.

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It was late at night.

I always wake up a part of my consciousness when I sleep and link it to the wind mana.

You were on the battlefield. Sleep is the most dangerous. Besides, I'm in a position to be resented now.

And one more thing, I was monitoring the trap.

Windy Mana sounds the alarm. Finally, the prey fell into a trap.

"Well, I thought I'd have some more, but you were surprisingly short minded"

I open my eyes, improve my tune with the wind mana, and get visual information.

One carriage was about to leave the village to say it was late at night.

Devices pre-installed around the village...... Thin metal boxes with iron spheres and those that make noisy noise if the wind blows in hard.

And blow the wind out of my mind.

There is noise all over the village, and the village elves get up and jump out of the house with something.

I hurry out, too, and kick the earth. Fast travel, of course, with the help of windy mana.

In an instant, he arrives at the entrance to the village and becomes royal in front of a carriage that is right and left to desperately calm the horse surprised by the sound.

"What's going on at this late hour? Mayor of the village"

I grin desperately and ask in a soft tone.

"Cyril, why!? Get out of the way!

It is the village chief who serves as your master. His wife and son are on the carrier.

"Out of the way? Does it even seem like a hurry? It's like you can't answer my question."

"Shut up! Go away or I'll kill you!

Finally, he whips into a calm horse, and the village chief urges him to move forward.

Funny how you think you can do something about me with a horse.

Feet the horse with the wind. The horse had no sin, so he tried not to hurt his leg as much as possible and let it fall from his belly.

And the carrier collapses as you aim, and the contents are smashed all around you.

Precious honey, "Mead," pepper, salt, and dried meat, wheat, and further-sounding leather bags… it's a trap I set.

"Hey, what's going on!

There came the villagers.

Come on, the situation is set.

"No, I came to think that a trap sounding when an imperial soldier broke into the village had been activated, and the village chief was trying to get out in a carriage this late at night, and when he spoke, he was about to be killed. I couldn't help but resist."

"It's no big deal."

There are more wild horses. Come on, let's sprinkle the spark.

"So, village chief, how come you're here at this hour?

Just sweat my question and I won't get back to you.

Then shall we gather circumstantial evidence?

"On the carrier, it's called booze, it's called pepper, it's full of valuables, and there's quite a bit of dried meat and wheat. You just said two weeks for four."

My words begin to be borne out by the good villagers.

Besides, this leather bag is the cash I took from the supply base.

The supply base has food, weapons and coins.

The priority is low, so I couldn't find much and could only hold the minimum, but still there are fifty pieces of gold (worth three million yen) and two hundred pieces of silver coins (worth 240,000 yen).

And when I looked closely at it, there was another leather bag. This is something I don't know.

When I open inside, all the silver and copper coins are tightly packed. I rarely spend money in an elf village, but I have the least for what if. That's what I got.

"Now, village chief, why did you leave the village in a carriage on purpose late at night to take your family and take your valuables and money and run away?

"I, yes, I went to Erin to buy food, as I used to. I'm worried about the food Cyril stole and the village stockpile. I tried to sell alcohol and pepper to fund my purchase."

"Really? I thought I was trying to escape to Erin with all the gold I could take out of the village property before the battle against the Empire began."

Before the reign of the empire, he went several times a year to Erin, a large city belonging to the kingdom of Corinne, in the opposite direction of the empire, to sell crops, dried meat, and processed products made of the skin of the beast, and to buy necessary supplies other than salt with that gold, and salt could be exchanged for rock salt that could be taken in the village of the Firefox in the neighbouring village for various things.

The village chief insists that he did it.

"No way, I'm not the village chief."

"I see, that's what the village chief says, but what do they think? I'm angry that they really think this excuse makes sense."

The eyes of the villagers surrounding them are daunting, they even look at the village chief with intent to kill.

In what world is there a fool who takes his wife and son and his wife to buy them out?

Where's the reason to get out of here on purpose late at night?

I don't even know why I need two weeks worth of food.

In the first place, the village chief doesn't buy himself out.

There's so much suspicion, you can't believe it.

"I am, I am!

"Mayor, give it up. It doesn't matter how hard you say it. You betrayed everyone in the village while you were the village chief. I took out the property of the village and only tried to help myself. There's no way we can forgive you, is there?

Speak with anger. And inside, he was mocking the village chief. This man who moved too much as I wanted.

This man doesn't have the mayor's vessel. It's just that my father died, and then he became a cauldron, and then he became just a tool for the Empire to move, and during that time, he didn't think about it, he just was fed by the Empire, he didn't know fear, and he grew fat. That's not all.

That would have been comforting, not to mention the position of choosing an elf to be killed. Only one person can see the heights from the safety zone.

There's no way a man like that can fight. Unlike other villagers, there is no resentment toward the Empire.

Yet the villagers can't bear to blame themselves for fighting.

This man can't even take the villagers' grievances.

In that case, a large sum of money suddenly boiling at hand. With all this, we can live in New Heaven and Earth. I dream about that. That's the poison I sprinkled.

Running away to Erin is not a decision I made myself. Because he was passing information through the vicinity that made me want to do that. All in order to peacefully eliminate the disturbing village chiefs and make it easier to move this village.

"That's right. Noon runs away. Sorry! I'm the village chief. This village belongs to me! What's wrong with my freedom? Thanks to me, this village has never been destroyed! You could do as much good as this! I don't want to die. I can't believe we're fighting the Empire."

Every word is turning the villagers' nerves upside down.

I'd suspect it wasn't on purpose, but he tells me he's serious about his blood-running eyes, his bright red, upbeat face.

"I know what it's like not to want to fight. Fine. You can run."

It's time to get ready to drop it.

The village chief who looks relieved by my words.

"However, I will not allow the carriage to be taken because it is the property of the village. Honey liquor Mead and pepper too. Wheat and dried meat may be taken either way because they were to be distributed to each household before winter. I'll get you a bag to carry."

"What are you talking about? What authority are you talking about that!

"On the contrary, I ask, why are you facing the village chief when you fled the village? You're not even a villager anymore. It's a treat to feed you."

He looks like a pigeon ate a bean cannon.

"That's good for everybody, right? Even if you were someone else, you wouldn't have to kill a former villager."

"Wait, wait, that's the same thing you're telling me to die! How do I get to Erin without a horse?"

"There's no way I know that."

I say it cold.

There is no one to shelter the village chief on this occasion. He tried to escape by stealing the village's gold and valuable food. The kind of guy who can forgive that is a saint.

"I'm going back, I'm going back, forgive me! Yeah, who's gonna run the village without me! You're in trouble without a mentor, aren't you?

The village chief has turned from a strong attitude to a plea.

It's about 150 km to Erin, closer than the Empire. However, when heading to the Empire it is easy to walk on paved roads, but the road to Erin needs to be unpaved and cross one steep mountain.

Pretty tight to get around even with horses. I'm not kidding about walking.

That is why the Kingdom of Corinne did not seek to take control of the village of Elf. Because even if we manage to cross the mountain with one carriage, it is impossible to lead the great army and raid the village.

"It's okay, I can handle it when you're gone. You forgot? I am educated by my father to be village chief. I'll be the next village chief's assistant. Everyone in the village will support you if that's not enough."

It would be unacceptable for a boulder to run for village chief if I was only fourteen, but it would be easy enough to make a new village chief my say.

I've earned a lot of real points to fit right into the auxiliary position.

Now I can move this village the way I want.

"No, Cyril's the village chief now."

But the words of Loreau, the village's most powerful pride, echo.

"Right. Cyril knows everything."

"That's right. Cyril is the only one who can lead us."

Cyril's father was a wonderful village chief.

One voice after another chains the voice that pushes me to the village chief.

Surprise. I just didn't think it was possible to be a direct village chief.

I feel a little itchy. I dreamed of being a little girl, becoming a fine village chief like my father. I can't believe that's going to come true in this way.

"Wait! Are you insane! Because of my brother, you forgot how dead he is! Cyril is not his brother's son!

The village chief points and summons me.

My inferiority towards my father ignited the village chief's feelings.

All this time, the recoil that was being compared. The end of a man distorted by it.

"My father lost. But I can't lose."

"You can say anything but your mouth."

Sure it is. Even my father would have fought with the intention of winning.

"I actually made a weapon too"

"That's how you show hope, like your father, you stir up, you wind up and you kill him. The mouth, the way you think, everything looks just like your brother. You repeat the same thing!

I can't think of a good return. My thoughts are dull and sumptuous. Maybe it's because I feel bad about my father myself. My tongue snaps.

In theory, you can deny as much as you want. But emotions get in the way.

Cyril is pulling me too hard.

Not here. If I do, my trust will fade. I know with my head, but I can't take a step. That courage is not enough.

But...

"Cyril isn't just the mouth!

Lucier's roaring voice echoes around.

The words cleared my head.

"Cyril has produced results. They got me food. He also prepared a weapon for me. One drink, cured injuries and illnesses and saved everyone, and other things made our work easier. I said that Cyril could win! So I believe."

As always, Lucier's words are so straight that there's nothing I can do about them. That propagates around as well as me.

Lucier gave me the last push I was missing.

With that said, it was Lucier who always pushed my back that stopped. I'm going to protect you, I'm always protected.

The laughter spills. I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

"I'm not saying what I can't do. I let him do what he said he would do. And I will continue to do so. I will, we will win."

I said, rather gently, but well, as I deserve, without raising my voice.

It's emotion that matters at the end of the day. And the air on this occasion was on my side by Lucier.

Cheers around. Each and every one believed in victory. We painted our bright future on our heads.

The village chief's voice doesn't sound like it anymore.

"Where did I go wrong?"

That's what the village chief says and collapses.

I turned my back on the village chief and turned to the assembled elves.

"I'm Not Wrong"

That's what I would have had to do if it was the village chief's position. Most humans follow the same path. If you insist, that you were in a position to guide people but ordinary people. That is the sin of the village chief.

And I open my mouth with an ambitious grin.

There are things that need to be made clear at your own will, not at the end of the day.

"O people of the elves. Here I, Cyril, swear in the name of the Spirit of the Wind, and our great ancestor, Lord Shrano. To be a new leader, to lead everyone and bring prosperity."

The heaviest oath in the family of elves.

If swearing to the World Tree is a promise between individuals, swearing to Master Shrano, the ancestor of the High Elf, is an official oath in the official setting.

I'm prepared to do this accordingly. Since the birth of the Elf clan, this oath, which has gone on many times, overlaps with thoughts and is not just a word, but a single curse. If you break it, your soul will be deeply hurt.

I dared to do this to convey my thoughts.

The elves around him kneel on one knee, making a fist with his right hand and pushing it against his left chest. Top of the Salute in Elves.

A token of my admission to be village chief.

Now I'll be the village chief with all the fame.

It means that the weight of the lives of the two hundred elves rests on their shoulders. That's the responsibility to be at the top.

But the weight is pleasant.

Be sure to protect this village. No, I'll let you turn it into a better village.

"So follow me. Dear Elf people!

"" "Whoa!

A powerful voice overlapped.

And now here comes the village chief Cyril.

It was what I dreamed of when I was young.