Inside the elves.
A wooden hall set up to stick to the trunk close to the roots of the world tree.
What was happening in that conference room was a regular meeting by the High Elves.
World Tree, Zaratan. Stunning information jumped in as everyone had a difficult look at the unresolved problem.
"People say they've completed Elixir!
A long ninety-nine fold wooden staircase set in a world tree.
The elf, who came running up to it with all his strength, continues to report with a breath all over his body.
"This is the official announcement of the Kingdom School of Magic. First, I wonder if there's a mistake."
In addition to the chancellor, the high elves who were on the spot nodded with a frightened face.
There was a verse that came to mind.
"Seeing as I made it based on Ambrosia, there's no mistake"
Today, by Zaratan, the presence of Ambrosia has been confirmed.
And Ambrosia, Elixir's primary ingredient.
Most of the high elves nodded at the chancellor's speculation while creating a tannic surface.
"That's impossible!
Rip the silence around you, and the old lady in the high elves screams with a golden scream.
Making elixirs has been her dream for years. Talk about being pushed ahead by inferior races, such as people.
After all, I couldn't accept it.
"It's the official announcement of the country. Admit it."
"But!"
To the sticky old woman, the chancellor flaunts her face.
"It is true that Zalatan brought Ambrosia back from his absence. And it's Elixir at this time. We have to deal with it as a fact."
To that word, an old woman holding her fist and looking down.
"People have gained the power to manufacture elixirs, and so on!
Then an anger emanates from the seat next to the old woman.
Skinny as a dead tree, the high elf slaps his desk with a bang many times as he floats a blood vessel up his forehead.
The chairman frowned reluctantly at that statement, which was crude and had no pieces of constructive part.
The elf who comes to the report says he hasn't finished talking about everything yet, and sees the chancellor every time he tells the story.
After one exhale, the chancellor urged him to continue.
"Depending on the announcement, they're out of material. At the moment, it's impossible to manufacture any more."
"What?"
The high elves look at each other.
Elixir is made over Ambrosia, and the tree of Ambrosia is in the kingdom.
Then I don't think I can make the next one.
"And one more thing. Only a small amount of it, though I made it. It's not very much, but it's not something that can perform triple B."
In fact, isn't it about triple E. That seems to be the view among the kingdom's pharmacists.
An expression of relief spreads to the face of the old woman who hears the continuation.
"Oh, my God, that doesn't make me a very elixir. It's a farce."
The old man, lean as a dead tree next door, also nods with his arms together satisfied.
From a seat a little further away, a fat high elf raised his hand and asked to speak.
"But you got the technology, didn't you? As long as Ambrosia is there, it's possible to create an elixir."
Seeing himself hatefully, an old woman and an old man as thin as a dead tree. Ignore the two of them, fat high elves continue.
"And the kingdom says there is no more Ambrosia. So where did the kingdom get Ambrosia in the first place?
The gaze is simultaneously focused on the rapporteur's elves.
The elf answered, tensing his chest, even as he made his face tense.
"Someone from another country brought in just one."
Pushed back by silent air, the rapporteur drops his eyes on the note he takes out.
"The man visited the whorehouse as a guest and gave it to the woman in the store who dealt with him. Apparently, the customer didn't know Ambrosia."
I'm not stupid, and the old woman's whining sounds quiet indoors.
But no one responded.
"The woman was a student of the School of Magic, and I immediately realized it. And Ambrosia was brought to the college, which led to Elixir."
"Can you use one whole thing and only do the amount of triple E?
Chin up, old woman laughing with her nose.
Fat high elves ignore it and ask.
"Where did the customer come from?
"Probably, but I thought it was an empire"
The words make indoors squirm.
The Empire is the largest nation of people on the Ost continent. It is also the strongest nowadays.
Naturally, they were paying full attention to fear that people would come together.
However, I had never heard anything about Ambrosia.
"This store, however, is used for the entertainment of imperial delegations during the signing of the Armistice Treaty between the Empire and the Kingdom. And this woman was his opponent."
The rapporteur looks at the note and answers the question.
Until this point, I predicted they'd ask me, and I seemed to be gathering information.
"That's when they think I got it"
We will purposefully exchange private language with each other.
In the meantime, one high elf speaks to the rapporteur.
"The person the woman dealt with. You know who that is?
The rapporteur raised his face from the note and bent the edge of his mouth to make it difficult to say.
It's Reaper.
"Reaper?
The name is heard, and the high elves whisper.
The sweet trap of the elves stretches deep into the empire as well. But to Reaper, it hadn't arrived yet.
"Suckers, threats, direct violence, or money. You're the one who can't make it all work."
Unlike other peoples, Reapers show no interest in elves.
No, the way I say it, I have a saying. I show no special interest because I'm an elf. It is only as good as it is for people.
"Where is Reaper now? Imperial capital?"
"It's Landburn."
Landburn. Indulge in its sound, the look on everyone's face.
"Very recently, it's an imperial city."
A high elf as thin as a dead tree leaks a blur.
With a stiff look, the old woman opened her mouth wide.
"So you're saying there's Ambrosia there? You mean the Empire took Landburn because of Ambrosia?
Stand up with your hands on your desk.
"If you have Ambrosia, you mean there's a world tree there, and Zaratan!
"Calm down, you're running too far ahead"
The chancellor moves with both hands, but the old woman's point of view is now tied.
"The world tree will fall into the hands of the people. So is Ambrosia. Even Zaratan hasn't come home. We have to get rid of the people quickly."
The chairman with his face opens his mouth. But before he uttered his voice, a man appeared in tune with the old woman.
It is a high elf lean as a dead tree.
"Reaper said you didn't think Ambrosia. Then the Empire will be aware of the existence of the world tree."
One stares at the chancellor and continues his words in a strong tone.
"Before they notice, take the landburn. Seal the mouth of everyone who lives there, and don't give people information."
Silence comes to the conference room.
Several people nod at the opinions of high elves who have lost weight like dead trees.
"... you're telling me to start fighting people? Like before."
With a heavy voice, the chancellor squeezes out the words.
"It's easy to win. But there is also harm. At that time, we would have had difficulty getting the resources. You forgot?
The Empire is the largest nation of people on the Ost continent. For the inside of the elf, it is the largest counterparty country.
Purchasing is magic material.
Such as objects produced from filth and corpses, minerals that scatter pollution during mining and refining, or from warcraft that do not live in the Spirit Forest.
None of this is available in the Spirit Forest or elves are reluctant to dye their hands.
And the price is cheap. Made in an elf, it is a magical piece of everyday level. People go and buy them at high prices with joy.
The Elves had to deal with each other.
"Are you frightened? The future of the world depends on the tree. Not if you pay attention to such details."
So the high elf, lean as a dead tree, turns his eyes into something nasty.
"No, you didn't shudder, you cowered? To start a war with the people in your place."
The thought of not being able to sit with enough supporters while wanting the chairman's seat stood with a dark sentiment.
The man in the top seat he stares at is silently armed.
From the side there, a fat high elf mouths out.
"If the existence of the world tree becomes a certainty, it should. But there's no certainty yet, it's just an imagination. It's too early to shake the race until you throw away the trade interest"
The old woman shook her head violently while there was much to snort about.
"I'm pretty sure it's Landburn. Absolutely. If we don't hurry, we won't make it!
The place gets noisy all at once, and the high elves begin to express their opinions one after the other.
"What the Empire doesn't realize is that there's Ambrosia, so it didn't attack Landburn."
"Wherever it is, it's not necessarily Landburn"
"Fate must be suppressed in one go. Though we attacked Landburn, it doesn't make sense if the world tree isn't there"
There, the deafening golden cuts echo.
"You can attack one place again!
She's an old woman with a ridiculous look on her face.
"Be vigilant, it will be harder than the first"
"I don't care about people!
Again, the old woman screams, but no one snorts.
"Why did our elves aim for Landburn? Make me think about it, and I'll be a snake."
"Right. The world tree I never noticed before, if I could find this in the trigger, I'd be damned."
"That's why you're saying people don't care!
There's an old woman out there who doesn't get her point. All the biting momentum, repeat the same words.
The chairman slapped the desk once with a determined look and declared:
"I'll take a vote over this"
I look around at the high elves sitting in their seats and go on with the words.
"We should invade Landburn immediately. Stand up whoever thinks so."
An old woman, an old man thin as a dead tree next to her, several others stood up.
"Next, we will conduct a Landburn investigation and judge on it. Stand up who thinks so."
The vast majority stand, including fat high elves.
An old woman sitting on the contrary or thin as a dead tree is a bitter face.
Those who did not stand on either side have their arms together and their eyes closed.
"Then it's settled. Whoever's in charge of the information stays. Dismissed!"
Leave a few people and take a seat with Zorozolo.
"My heart."
The old man, lean as a dead tree, deliberately takes the side of the chancellor and throws his voice from his back.
The chancellor pretends not to hear and does not react.
The old man pounded his tongue and left the room with the old woman.
(It moves if it's likely. I'm not cowering. Be discreet.)
The Speaker's words were uttered only in his mouth, and did not reach those around him.
Immediately on this occasion, concrete future action can be decided.
"Look, concentrate your exploration with the Spirit of the Wind around Landburn."
To the speaker's words, the silent high elf in charge of gathering information nods.
I thought I should focus more on you than on the unresolved World Tree Survey.
"And I want the Elves to see for themselves, not just the Spirit"
Thoughtless, but I also have to snort at the words.
You're telling me you can't trust my spiritual investigation!
If I had, I would have bitten.
But the investigation, which should have been absolutely confident, has failed in the search for the world tree.
Significant differences that cannot be ignored as a result of observing the world's magic balance of payments. That confirms the existence of the world tree, but we haven't been able to find it yet.
"Are there no compatriots in the land? He won't be here."
Elves live in the main cities of the people. But regional cities on the border like Landburn are not covered.
In a small number of elves, it was impossible to cover that much.
"Where's the closest?
I thought you were the king's capital of the kingdom.
"Get him on his way right away"
Earlier, the elf that brought the Elixir news. Give the man instructions.
"How far can I go to talk to you?"
World trees, Ambrosia, and Zaratan. These matters are only known to a limited number of people among the elves.
And the major cities of people all over the world, the people who live there all the time.
They are civilians. Naturally, I don't know anything.
"Isn't Ambrosia near Landburn, that's it"
The elf nodded and ran out of the conference room.
After I drop it off with my eyes, I'll pack it with the High Elf in charge of information and the content of the investigation.
Approximately when it came together, the sound of running up the stairs from outside the conference room sounded faint.
Set aside for a little while and the earlier elf shows up with his breath absurd.
"Wang du doesn't have any compatriots?
I'm surprised by the report.
The capital of the kingdom, the king's capital. I couldn't imagine not being there.
"Ha, we removed the store about six months ago"
"Where have you been?"
"That's the kind of people who went to their compatriots' stores in other countries, started helping merchants, etc. There's just no one back inside."
"There must be no one in the capital of a major nation. What the hell are they in charge of?"
To a sloppy voice, the elf shrugs his body.
(Yelling at those in front of you won't solve it. I have to think of an alternative)
That's where I come up with it. It's the job the elves are talking about right now.
"Ask the merchant"
People who sell everyday goods inside.
Those people will have some experience going to Landburn. If you're nearby, you're on your way.
"Connect us to a merchant near Landburn. And let them look for the reaper."
When the elf replied sharply, he ran down the stairs again towards the inside.
Far southeast from inside the elves.
A pleasant neighborhood in Wangdu. At the back door of one of the whorehouses is the sight of a breakup.
"Hey, are you really going? Do you want to rethink?"
It is a young woman with twin tails who looks worried about her eyebrows and says so.
In front of her was a person dressed for the trip and in front of her a large bag with a small wheel.
"Yeah, I still need to re-hone myself once before I meet Master Tauro"
Smiling is this young woman too.
Among the kindness, there is an atmosphere of Rin.
She's going to go to another country to train.
"Where do you want me to brush this up?"
Even in the twintail words of his slightly shuddered face, he merely laughs quietly at Nico.
"The day is set, and we can't afford much"
"You can't help it. Come back in good health."
Know your friend's determination is stiff and exchange light hugs.
"There must be something to get. I'll tell you when I get back."
"Fine. I haven't had a chance to use it anyway."
Whispered in his ear, Twintail shook his head.
Her audience is sensitive men. They don't use new moves against Doctor Slime.
Let's go, then.
A little distance and a concierge watching the two spoke up.
On the side, they're keeping the golem carriage waiting.
Concierge reminds Teacher Light to carry her luggage.
"Don't you have to tell her?
Another close friend. It is about the sister of the werewolf.
"Yes, if I told her, I'd follow her out of the country."
Sounds like a sorry look.
Despite the appearance of a career-woman with a strong heart, there is a lonely side to the sister of the werewolf.
You can keep sparing your goodbyes and run after the carriage and chase after them.
And horribly, with the power of the werewolf, it's not impossible.
"Be well. I know it's too much for you, but don't just push it."
To that word, Teaching Light Patrol teacher smiling as flowers bloom.
"Yes."
Teaching Professor Light thus embarked on a journey of polishing himself.