Kuishinbo Elf

The millennials have been transported by teleporter. Militant people who show relief and a smile on the soil of their native land, which they have not trampled on in a long time. But they immediately tightened that loose look, understanding more than anyone that what was going to be difficult.

"Thank you for your tiredness, Master Ertina"

"Welcome, Master Millenia, Mr. Bowdos. No, welcome back..."

In my words, Mr. Bowdos overflowed with drips filled with different thoughts, holding Master Millenia back.

"Not the word this old man should hear...... I have driven many young lives to death. Life to live in the future, I...!

"If you regret your sins, Mr. Bowdos, you should take action to reward the lives you have scattered. At least that's what I think."

I'm saying great things, but I'm not even half his little girl alive. But I dare say, as many warriors have saved their lives and sent them to the battlefield.

"You did...... no, I showed you an embarrassment. It's okay now."

Saying so, Mr. Bowdos wipes his tears with the hem of his clothes. The light of determination dwells in his eyes after wiping away, reflecting the unbroken appearance of the devastated Holy City of Liturgirtus.

"Let us dedicate this life that is left, all of it, to the rebuilding of the Holy Nation of Militanas. Believe me, it rewards the lives scattered."

The great tree, built as a symbol of reconstruction, was named [Li Militanas]. Lisalection Militanas, or supposedly the abbreviation Revive Militanas.

It is a name with a strong symbolic connotation, but it may be just as good given what lies ahead. Every time you look up at the great tree, you will remember your beginnings. Let us all be sure to revive the Holy Nation of Militanas.

Wordless wreckage carried one after another by its great tree. Different sizes make the same sense.

War is... no, that's not war, a battle that hangs from each other's existence. Plus, adults and children have nothing to do with it. Only the powerless are devoured and dying.

"Dear Ertina..."

"Master Ku, what's going on?

Krütel grabs a candle in his hand and comes this way. And then he gave me a shuddering hand. It has a few gold vertical rolls on it, making it look pretty stiff.

No, no, I'm not. When I saw it, I had a bad feeling it had to go through my brain.

It's my father.

I couldn't hide the shock in her words. Indeed, the nobles of Militanas have received reports of abandoning the people and fleeing first. The indication that he is the father of this Kruter is that….

"Lord Chris Rhine...... still"

"You mean the report isn't everything"

Mr. Bowdos had taken on the role that day to miss Master Millenia. In doing so, he encountered a nobleman who was leading the people out of the Holy City. That's Baron Chrisline Tron Babal. I mean, it would be Krütel's father.

"After that, I had lost track of the news... but no more, at this end"

Mr. Bowdos' thoughtlessness is conveyed to me. It seems that the person named Chris Rhine was an extra personable person.

I regretted even more that I should have seen him in his lifetime if it was possible.

"Dear El... I..."

I guess I'm shivering my body in small pieces because I'm trying to force my emotions into suppression. So I whisper gently to her.

"You can cry, no one laughs at Master Ku"

I still held her to the breastplate of the Great Plains so I could not see her crying face.

I asked Mr. Rudolph to take me to a room in Daiki, where I was tired of crying and fell asleep, and I went to work on the reconstruction. I'll be mixed up with the Hitchers to search for and retrieve the wreckage.

"Let, Virgin! You can't leave this kind of work to us!

"That's okay, let me do it. No, I have to do this."

It is regrettable that I could only escape unnecessarily that day. Though it was an electric shock operation, you could have stood around better. That would have saved more lives.

"Too much thought, Master Ertina."

"Mr. Bowdos."

Now it's the end of me being told by Mr. Bowdos. After all, I have always been an immature rare beast.

"At that time, you did your best. Which mouth can I say, asking for more than that? Proud of what you've done."

There was a small wreck in his hand like that. It's a small, very small wreck.

"Yeah."

That's all I could answer. Now let's just focus on mourning the wreckage. Thinking should be possible even after reconstruction has been achieved.

Search the wreckage with the sunrise and finish the work with the sunset, which was done over the course of the week.

Simultaneously, the task of bringing supplies into Li Militanas has also proceeded, and it has now reached the point of cooking in the Great Tree.

The voice of a child who ate warm rice and rejoiced properly gave hope to the adults. I need to protect you, this voice and smile.

Apart from that, some people set fire outside to eat. What are you hiding? It's me. Living in the trees gave priority to both women. Naturally?

Huh? I'm supposed to be included in that? Otherwise bastard, I am a rare beast!? I have a level of invincible resistance and a cold running barefoot! Fluffy cum!

"We were finally able to recover almost all the bodies that were in the wild. As for Ertina, I would like you to receive the ritual."

Even though all summer, it still chills at night. Mr. Bowdos was the one who talked to me about keeping the marshmallows I stabbed on the skewer close to the bonfire from burning.

He has once again been in awe of me and told me that a certain ritual is ready.

"Yeah, okay. What an edge you have to make... I am"

"I guess it's destiny"

We look up into the night sky. There was a full moon floating there.

"Hee, I... I'll be the Virgin again. So that everyone can smile."

Now, as the Virgin of the Holy Nation of Militanas, we do our best to be the hope of the people. Even such a bad rare beast told me they were good. If so, we have to do it.

In this way, I was to act as the Virgin again. Unlike the Kingdom of Langsten, responsibility becomes quite heavy. But until the rebuilding of the Holy Nation of Militanas, we have to do whatever it takes to settle our responsibilities.

"I... I'll do it"

The full moon, wrapped in white and black robes in my determination, just kept lighting a calm glow on the ground.