Kuishinbo Elf

Would it have been about twenty minutes since you explored the deepest depths of Myolam forest by yourself? I don't feel like I'm being sucked out of magic. I guess Khuya's hypothesis that she senses and sucks the magic released from her body is still correct.

If so, how did Master Grey discover sugar cane? It's hard to say that he has a lot of magic in his flattery.

I wandered without guessing, but in the meantime the forest gradually revealed its differences. Oddly deformed trees and freaky flowers. An object that is indistinguishable from both plants and minerals. All I could have done was stay out of hand.

Then… there are no organisms present in this forest. It's obviously an anomaly that a beast isn't even an insect yet. Going further back I encountered unusually huge grasshoppers. Something big and far beyond my back length.

I didn't know what it was at first, but it was surprisingly tampon. I'm not sure why it's growing here. But it clearly boasted of its existence at an unusual size.

And this is the oddest part… apparently there are places where people put their hands on it.

At first I didn't know what it was. I thought it was a big rock, but if you look closely... it wasn't a big rock, it was a kamado. It seems so abandoned that the years that have elapsed are not known, and Kamado as a whole is integrated with moss nature.

If it weren't for the rust that was rolling under my feet and the iron pan that was about to lose its shape, I wouldn't have realized it was a tear.

Moving on more attentively, I discovered something that looked like a path.

"... the way? It's not a veterinary path... signs of people putting their hands on it. I wonder if there's anything ahead."

I follow what used to be the way to be led by something. Moving on for more than a dozen minutes, it appeared before me.

"... this?

It was a house. It was definitely a home, though it was covered in countless crawls and moss. It's a log house made of a combination of marutai. Countless mosses, and spreads were wrapped around the outer walls, completely integrated with nature.

Stand in front of what appears to be the entrance to the house and observe the surroundings. There is also a name plate, but it decays over the years, unable to discern what name was engraved.

When I hung my hand on the door knob thoughtfully, the door decayed without sound and collapsed. That appearance was as if a soldier had fallen asleep quietly after finishing his role, and I was to feel a little sad.

Into the house on guard, it was a strangely beautiful space. The sigh leaks unexpectedly indoors designed to be small but easy to live in. One day, I want to live in a house like this.

Nevertheless, there is a lot of difference between the exterior of the house and the interior. Whereas the exterior is on the verge of decay, the interior is now kept as if people were living there. I know it's probably due to magic, but I get to one conclusion when I think... It's about what the seized magic is used for.

For the most part, the magic you take away is often used as a source of energy for those you take away. The same would apply to this absorption of magic. Is it convincing to think that when it comes to what we use that seized magic, it is to keep the interior of this House?

If we find out how we're taking away our magic later, we should be able to solve the deepest mystery of Myolam Forest. I don't have much time left, let's just say we find a clue as soon as possible.

I began to carefully investigate the interior of the house. It is equipped with a study and even a bathroom in the living room and bedroom. None of them were searched in the neighborhood, but there was no such thing as a gain. But when I visited the study again, I confirmed that there were traces of something rubbing against the side of the bookshelf. After careful examination of the bookshelf that this was suspicious, it was found that it was easy to move.

"... Hidden Doors"

When you moved the bookshelf, didn't the door appear there? That means there is likely something ahead that we don't want to be known about. I saw it as a hit. I open the door and break inside.

The hidden room only had a slight smell of mold and a staircase leading to the basement. I grabbed the knife pattern on my hips and carefully walked down the stairs as I stood ready to pull out a knife at any time.

There were no lights in the basement, and if I were a regular person, I would have been able to travel without some means, but I didn't need to light the lights because I have dark vision. This eliminates the risk of knowing where you are, so you can search somewhat safely.

At the end of the stairs, there was a narrow line of equipment that could not be mastered, and behind it was a large tank of what appeared to be large glass. The interior is full of liquid and you can see the bubbles coming up from the bottom.

I can see some shadow in the back of it, but if we don't get closer, the bubbles are in the way and I can't confirm it. I approached the tank carefully, careful not to make any noise.

What I saw there......

"... people? No, it's a plant."

What was in the tank... was like a person and not a person.

Can I just call it a plant with a person's flesh? That's the only way to explain it.

"... I feel like I'm the same age as I am. Somebody's kid? No, before that, this kid lives in the water? If so, I wonder if she's half a fisherman."

"I hope you're not with half a fish man."

"... Huh!?

From behind, suddenly, a woman's voice was heard. And it's right behind you. I didn't think I'd get caught behind this too easily. Power enters the hand holding the knife pattern. Because I'm not half intent on killing you coming at me.

Cut it off without turning around, poke a gap and escape? If it fails, instinct is issuing a warning that it will lead to death. But staying silent doesn't make anything better. It is certain that some action is required. What should you do if you are?

"Who are you? Normal creatures can't get this far."

I took action from the other side. If so, we need to find a response gap and make the situation better.

Let's give this information a little bit at a time and try to pull that information out. It's the way my sister Follitier taught me to run. Should be worthy of credit.

"... I'm a black elf. It doesn't emit magic from your body."

"I see... then you can't take away the magic. So... how did you get here? Pure curiosity? Or are we the purpose?

"... us? I don't know anything about you guys. I came to the deepest part of Myolam Forest to find sugar cane."

"Sugar cane...... oh, you mean that sweet juice storage kid. I'm surprised. There's so many of her people out here in the woods. Why do you bother needing this forest child again?

Apparently he was interested in me. There is also the possibility that if we explain the circumstances, we can resolve them in a discussion. Let's first turn around in the guise of nature and see who we're talking to.

"... my friend is sick and needs some strange sugar cane in this forest"

"Sick...... so you need that kid? She doesn't have the ability to cure the disease. It's the ability to heal fatigue."

I think I'm a child and I succeed in welcoming them safely and face-to-face if I wasn't so vigilant. What I've been talking about feels like an adult version of the existence drifting in the tank.

She, supposedly a person and a plant, had a large red flower blooming on the heavenly edge of her rich green hair. I haven't worn a single slice of clothing, exposing me to stunning nudity. There seemed to be no shame or anything like that, and it looked like naked was normal to her. Maybe we can get along with Ertina.

"... I'll skip the details, but my friend can only talk about special foods. So I came looking for ingredients deep in the woods."

"Phew... I'm good with that guy, I'm good with gorillas, you've got a lot of strange people coming"

"... gorilla? Do you mean Master Grey?

"Oh, that's how I named you. Looks like you made it home safely."

She just broke her expression a little bit. Apparently, he is a discerning person. Here's one, let's tell her we're not going to be hostile, and we'll get some information on the sugar cane.

I told her my name and explained the situation sincerely. I don't know if that played a role, but I managed to get her name out and also where the sugar cane was.

Her name seems to be Arwyne. He used to be an unnamed flower, but a certain man gave her the flesh and intelligence to move freely after the experiment.

"Men are unsolicited creatures. Never trust me."

She took me to the living room and made me sit on the couch and treat me to juice. It is very tasty with juices that are made up of a perfect balance of good acidity and sweetness.

I don't know what kind of fruit I used. Ertina might say a sip, but all I can do is decide if it tastes good or not.

"... What did Mr. Alweene do here? What about that tank kid?

"Huritia seems smart at her age, so I'll explain... that kid is my daughter. I don't have a name yet. That kid's father would give him a name, because that's exactly what he said."

She put her arms around her worries and sighed. It takes the form of a chunky breast being pushed up, making it even more powerful. If Loft sees her, there will undoubtedly be an accidental accident.

"You know, she can't get out of the tank. I'm sick. That guy's going to go get the ingredients, and I'm not going back. I can only live in the things he makes. It's been so long since I've forgotten how long I've been in there."

"... is your husband human?

"Yeah, I was a proud freak, even a genius."

If the one who created her were human, I can assume she would not be in this world anymore. According to Mr. Alweene's story, there is something called 'protective magic' hanging in this room, with little degradation due to the passage of time. They've been spared aging and deterioration.

"... then what this forest means to take away the magic"

"Yes, a device installed in the basement of this house is taking away magic from other creatures. To maintain protective magic. And that tank device is also connected to a protective magic device, so I'll take away the magic. For her to live."

I had a bad feeling, but the device for that kid to live was still taking away his magic. For anyone but me to be free to explore the deepest depths of the Myolam forest, we must stop this device. But if you do that, that kid in the tank will die. What can I do?

No, don't you have to do anything about it? Our purpose is sugar cane. If you bring it back, you can achieve your purpose. You don't have to hold everything and let it work out like Eltina did.

But listening so far and doing nothing feels guilty, even for me. Fortunately, Filimisia is a town of all kinds of perverts... and talented people. It is also possible that someone can cure this symptom. The question is whether anyone can make it this far.

"Huritia is sweet, isn't she? It bothers me that it's none of my business. But... it's almost time to end it."

"... is that because there are no longer living organisms in the deepest depths?

"Yes, the creatures in the depths of the woods are gone. We're going to have to widen our range to get magic. Then the creature disappears from this forest and turns it into a forest of death. That's not where I want it. That's why I have to make a decision. Take a daughter or take a stranger's life."

her own daughter and the lives of strangers. On the balance she suffered. I would choose my daughter without getting lost. But she was troubled. That is a testament to knowing the importance of life.

I guess Mr. Alweene has always been guilty and kept an eye on his daughter with no prospect of healing. What a cruel fate.

"That gorilla... no, I did what your master said. When the day comes when you will be forced to make a choice. There's blood on my head. I kicked him out... but if this were to happen, you should have talked to him carefully."

Mr. Alweene looked out at the window. A side full of worry attracts the beholder. But I understood that the expression should never please me.

"The view outside has also changed. Many living beasts also disappeared, and even the insects who love and mercy the flowers were framed to disappear. It all started with my mistakes."

She began to talk about the mistakes she had made, looking out the window as it was.

"After he left this house, I kept protecting the house by keeping his word. One day, when I was cleaning because I was concerned about the dirt on the device, it seemed to have touched a strange part, and the device stopped. I panicked and tried everything I could to get the device back up and running."

"... that"

"Yeah, that seems to have caused me to suck more magic than I set. Still managed to maintain my daughter's life and protective magic. In the beginning, I thought I could hold it until that guy came home, but wait, wait, wait, wait. That guy's not coming back. In the end, the creatures of the forest disappeared."

She turned to me. Tears overflow and spill from the eyes that contain beautiful green eyes.

"I've made up my mind... I'll shut the device down. Because this forest is no longer the main hope of becoming a forest of death"

"... but your child will die."

"You can't move on your own, you can't talk, you can't think? I wonder if it's alive. Though I had a faint feeling, he wouldn't come back, would he? Then my daughter has no chance of healing anymore"

"... Mr. Alweene"

She was forced to make the ultimate two choices, and made a choice. the lives of others who neither see nor know, not their own daughters. I don't know if that's the right thing to do, but at least I felt something caught in my heart.

Why, did she abandon her precious own child and choose someone else's life? I would......

I remembered thinking so much and being forced to make a choice myself. Couldn't you have chosen after all? I don't deserve what I can say about her like that. What a great thing, I mocked myself.

but...... here I will remember Ertina's words. It's a courageous choice to create a third choice with your own hands. That would undoubtedly be a harsh choice. But...... the idea would never come up to Mr. Arwyne, who was cornered.

But to me, a third party... I can suggest to me that I be more irresponsible than her. We should still be able to make it now. If you accept my suggestion, later it will be a battle against time.

I presented Mr Arwyne with the option that a harsh trial would await. Later it's whether or not she chooses that option.

The deep woods did feel trembled when she chose her choice again of her own accord.