To the southeast of the Spirit Forest, where the elves are located, is a small group of nations called the Northern Nations.
One of them, out of town in the Niceacasian country. Two old men were exchanging words in one room in a crude wooden bungalow.
"I put up signs to draw attention, but those who touch and get injured never stop after"
The skinny old man looks in trouble and shakes his head small, left and right. He is a former dojo owner of a certain genre and hits the stepfather of Lightning.
"If it's forbidden, he wants to try it the other way around."
A small, sickly old man with a round belly who answers as he carries the tea served to his mouth.
This is the minister of the Nicea Cassia country. It's a small country with one king and one minister, so it looks like this and it's number two.
"Can't I learn if I don't look in my painful eyes"
After continuing to do so, he shifts his gaze outside the window. An equal size white mushroom stands in the back of the garden, several tourists in front.
"When I touch it, my skin will feel saggy. It's dangerous. Please stay away from me. '
A sign so written was erected in front of a fence beneath the knee surrounding the mushroom.
Called "The White Lady," this mushroom looks elegant with an understated lace skirt.
But there is a strong poison, and contact causes inflammation.
"Many people come to see it, so I don't want to build a cage-like fence"
The minister snorts at the words of the foreman. In a country where there is nothing to see, a giant white lady (White Lady) is the only resource that can call guests from outside the country.
A good number of copper coins were thrown into the box placed in front of the mushrooms in the evidence each day.
"The neighbors' wives are delighted when there are many guests looking for snacks and drinks. Soon, you'll be selling mushroom-shaped cookies as souvenirs."
Before he spoke, the dojo owner smiled calmly, and a soft grin also appeared on the face of the minister who hears it.
This country, which had few visitors and no vitality or money, is definitely headed in a good direction since Lightning became a pilot.
It would have nothing to do with the emergence of the white lady, but this would also be called 'luck has come'.
"... inflammation will only spread if it is not treated immediately. The potion will sell. Even if it's a little expensive."
To the minister's leaky crush, a surprise foreground owner for a moment. Next he bent his mouth niggling and returned the words.
"My Lord Minister, it's evil."
Old men looking at each other and laughing at each other. Then there, the sound of a knock sounds.
Granted, it was the guards who opened the door. One of those sent by the state to protect the white lady from theft.
"Two Elf customers, you can see them. She came to investigate the White Lady."
To the gaze from the minister, the front dojo owner shook his head to the left and right. I haven't heard about coming.
In the first place, the elves just passed by and never even took a trip to the king's house. I guess there was no business in this poor country.
"This is not the influence of the White Lady."
The minister takes his seat and moves to the chair in the corner of the room. They intend to leave the response to the Lord of this House.
The front dojo owner asked the guards to show him around and started preparing tea from hand to hand.
"Quickly, but let me get to the point"
What came was a pair of men and women.
When I exchanged a brief greeting with the front dojo owner, I immediately cut it out that way.
"Let me look at the mushrooms in the garden. That's definitely the White Lady."
Says a young man with a refreshing impression, how smart he seems. To see how you two are doing, this seems to be your boss.
Forward dojo owners do not surprise, only snort. Already appraised by the Adventurer.
"It appeared in this place because something similar to the roots stretched out of the Spirit Forest"
Front Dojo owners recommend tea, but they don't try to get their hands on it.
He didn't even point his gaze at the cup, and the elf youth continued.
"Which means that the mushroom is part of the Spirit Forest and ownership is in our elves."
The previous dojo owner I heard utters words with surprise.
"This is not a forest of spirits, it is a country of Nicea Cassia. And it's our garden that's growing. It will have nothing to do with the elves."
Don't break your refreshing smile, the youth elf returns.
"Unfortunately, the law dictates it." What belongs to the Spirit Forest belongs to the Elves, "he said."
There was no reason to be convinced by such an explanation, and the front dojo owner disputed his face to a large extent.
"You just said, 'Roots have grown out of the Spirit Forest'. But that's not necessarily an imagination."
A young elf who shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head all the time, for Christ's sake.
"She's a white lady with about the length of a person's back." Other than the Spirit Forest, isn't it supposed to grow? "
Recruit to the dojo owner before he gets stuck in words.
"I mean, that mushroom is proof that this is the enclave of the Spirit Forest."
I blocked the words of the previous dojo owner, who tried to say something, and overlapped the words further.
"Legally, it will be unconditionally owned by the Elves. White ladies (white ladies) as well as the surrounding land. But it's not like we don't understand you all of a sudden."
Right, and look around lightly to value the indoors, and continue.
"Buy this land and house for twice the price of the market. I just want you to remember that this is not a guarantee, it's just the generosity of our Elves."
A young man who strengthens his smile and sparkles his white teeth.
The front dojo owner looked uncomfortable and said it back strongly.
"I refuse. Please pick it up immediately."
To that word, too, a young elf who doesn't show one upset. Laughs thinly as she sighs, listening to the child's selfishness.
"It's legally decided, so your will doesn't matter. If you can't leave, I'll just force you to enforce it."
Next, he turned his pitiful gaze.
"Naturally, in doing so, we will no longer be talking about buying. It would be better for you to have a contract of sale here and now."
That said, he receives the paperwork from the elf woman next door and sticks it out to the front dojo owner with the blade pen.
An unspoken front dojo owner who looks back with a harsh look. When he saw how it was, the minister approached him from the corner of the room and gave him a help boat.
"Excuse me for a moment. There is no such law, so no enforcement is possible."
The refreshing, smart-looking elf youth frowned slightly at the intruder and shook his head to the left and right to say it was a troubled one.
"No, it is provided for by international law. You just don't know."
She receives a small but thick book with a leather cover from a female elf, and peels it out. I guess I'm going to show you proof.
The old man with the frown in the shape of (c) controls it with his hands and utters words.
"That's the international law advocated by the elves. However, this country should not have ratified Hijon."
The Nicea Cassian State has no gold, purchasing power or resources. As a result, he was not dealt with at all, and naturally no messenger or other person had come to ask for his signature.
But the elf young man tells him to teach the ignorant with a thin laugh on his face.
"Do you know what a meeting of representatives of the Northern countries is?
The snorting old man. He attends himself every year, so naturally.
"We are reaching an agreement there. It's a superior institution to one country, isn't it? It's not a small story like this that this country has ratified or not."
I say it out of pride, but the belly-up little old man shakes his head to the left and right and denies it.
"The only thing we agreed to at the meeting was the first sentence: 'Work together, work hard for the development of both sides'. Otherwise, it's up to each country to decide."
Then narrow your eyes under your long eyebrows and carry on the words.
"An unequal treaty that fully recognises the rights of the Elves over the Spirit Forest and that could unilaterally cut the national territory. Your majesty will never sign anything like that."
Put aside for a few moments and for the first time a grin disappeared from the elf youth.
Next, he distorts one side of his face, lowers his voice and exhales words.
"You shouldn't let an amateur talk you know about the wind. I remember everything you said."
Swordswallowing eyes and a trick to pointing your own head with your index finger. There is a vicious force when you stare, just because your face is neat.
But the seemingly feeble old man doesn't even flicker as shards on his back as he looks. In a cool tone, I started introducing myself.
"I'm late, but I'm the only minister in this country. And it's been a long time."
So he laughs with his mouth alone and stretches his spine.
"Let me answer with confidence. The Niceacasian state does not recognize the international law advocated by the elves as law."
And breathe one.
"Under our laws, white ladies (white ladies) have ownership of the land and you have no rights whatsoever. On the contrary, this statement could be fraudulent and intimidating."
I haven't even heard of an envoy coming from the Elves. and continue with the words, looking back at the temples.
Beyond the door there is a guard, who should jump in with one signal.
An ugly, face-distorting youth elf to that attitude that shows off.
"... if you're out lousy, you're on track. If you sign the paperwork quietly, don't feel painful."
And earlier than the minister uttered his voice, he cast and activated the magic of electric shock.
"Become?"
Surprise consolidating minister. But just before, a former dojo jumps at the minister and pushes him down from his chair to the floor.
A guard noticed the noise jumped in, but threw it on the floor after the female elf came forward and kicked the gold in her knees.
Simple armor weights are added to increase impact and guard consciousness flies.
The female elf closed the door, and when she cast some magic, she turned her back on the door and blocked her from escaping.
"You can't help it. You should be in an accident. What, with any luck, I'm not going to die. You won't be able to see or hear it."
A young elf laughing thinly and lifting his right hand to space.
"It's not something less powerful, like just now. Be prepared and regret it."
Rising from the floor, the former dojo owner blew his finger whistle sharply as he sheltered the minister on his back.
"I just set a line in this room. I can't hear a guard outside."
But the front dojo laughs invincibly.
"I don't want you to take a sweet look at the couple's bond."
The young elf did not let go of his grin, he received the words of the former dojo owner as a vanity. Start chanting the spell and put thunder together at your fingertips.
And to proclaim activation, I breathed in gently.
But slightly earlier than that, the front dojo owner opens his eyes wide and screams from the bottom of his belly.
"Come on, monster! Protect me!
Shortly afterwards, the door, which should have been magically locked on top of being bound, literally burst. An elf, a woman who was turning her back, was blown away by a blast.
At the next moment, something huge and heavy breaks into the room.
But I can't see. Because the impact of knocking down the door caused massive amounts of dust to fall from behind the ceiling, blocking sight.
It would be because of the old wooden house.
"What?
Covering his face with one arm, the youth elf flies the magic of electric shock toward the shadowy that has broken in.
It's not a threat or anything, it's a thunderbolt that contains enough killing power. But the giant shadow was still flat after receiving it.
"... Moow?
Indoor with clear dust.
What showed up there was a huge chunk of meat with loose clothes like maternity dresses. She is the grandmother of Lightning's wife, the Grand Mistress.
After scratching my stomach with me, I tilt my neck and look at my abdomen. That part of the fabric was burnt by lightning strikes.
"Bumo-o-o-o-o-o!"
My favorite clothes hurt and my big wife shivering her cheeks in anger. The scream rocks the cupboard and causes a crack in the window.
As the minister clamped her ears at too much volume, the Grand Mistress thrust through her arms like a marutai.
"Muaw!"
Rigid arms swinging like big wheels capture the back of a woman elf who has just woken herself up.
The thin body, flown in the letter of Kuno, broke the windowsill and drew a parabola into the garden.
"Guard! Capture the female elf! Don't forget the monkey snare."
Screaming is the minister who rolled out the window. The guards, surprised, follow the instructions.
"What is this monster?
A young elf who barely dodged the blow of the Grand Mistress by trying to throw himself on the floor.
He tries to cast an attack spell, but before that, his big wife's thick leg captures his abdomen, weighs him down and crushes him.
"... Gu"
Stopped one step ahead of the gut rupture, the youth elf was not allowed to vomit nor smothered.
"Well done. That's my wife."
A front dojo owner who looks up at meat chunks on a favor, pounding and slapping his back.
The Grand Mistress has small, crushed eyes and looks back at the owner (darling).
"Hmm? You want a reward"
The monster (My Honey) snorts at the words of the foreman. The owner who looked indoors (darling) pointed to the young elf at his feet.
"Whatever you want."
A monster with a grin all over his face (My Honey).
As for the dog and cat jumping on the bait, the great lady goes to the man elf. As soon as I tear my clothes to the bristles, I include an elf stick in my mouth.
A man elf who notices and screams, but he can't escape the Grand Mistress.
"Stop it! Stop it!
It is useless to plead. Only the owner (darling) can tell her the words now.
And the great lady looks like a master. Grow an elf stick long and long with one mouthpiece.
"Moow."
Big wife rounding her eyes to length and pointing her lips dissatisfied to thickness. But soon he smiles like the girl who put the dessert in front of him and swallows it again.
The tight hips movement made me feel greedy licking it up to the back of the ice cream lid.
"Umow, umow"
Big wife with her hands on her cheeks, as if to prevent her cheeks from falling. Sue the owner (Darling) for something a little bit.
The previous dojo owner I heard opened his mouth with surprise.
"... you want an elf child"
And often silent. The Grand Mistress keeps eating happily while she waits for her reply.
(The grandchildren have gone to Wangdu and you miss them)
At the same time mourn our impudence. Because of their age, firing is fruitless.
I can't have kids with this.
"Fine."
I answered my wife with a transparent, gentle smile.
Then head to the bookshelf and retrieve a book. And as I look at one page, I put my hand on the belly of the great lady and cast a spell.
"Contraception, disarm. Go on, absolute pregnancy"
Next, he turned to the youth elf.
"Spread as much seed as you like, you're the father of the half elf"
With screams, a young man begins desperate resistance.
There's a reason to disturb it so far. He remembered his instinctive fear of the Northern Demon waving his ass over his belly.
(preyed upon)
This is what I feel. At the same time, there are footage of 'insects captured by spiders and kamakiri and eaten alive' floating in the back of their brain.
"Treat me and don't leak it"
It was thorough against the women of the people, but I don't think that would work.
If things continue to change like this, the worst will happen.
"Let go, let go, let go!
A young elf who breaks out trying to escape but can't make it work at all. The front dojo owner crouched in and spoke softly.
"We are responsible for raising the children who have been made. Don't worry about it."
But the elf is bored with despair and beats his giant body over him with his fist again and again.
But the Grand Mistress won't stop.
"I don't like it, I don't like it. Oh."
A man who starts crying elves. The front dojo owner looked and advised, smiling at the appearance.
"When I gave up, it was my dad."
Elf youth desperately eating their teeth and trying to endure.
But I couldn't surpass the power of the Grand Mistress.
"Please help me! Hi, Master Elf!
The young man who lost control of his flesh became the father of the half-elf here.