Wake up.
When I opened my eyes, an unfamiliar sight caught my eye.
The wooden walls, about my eyes, I wondered where I was. How could I have been unconscious in the first place?
Speaking of which, Mr. Lang should have been walking with you, but what about Mr. Lang? Yes, I do, but Mr. Lang isn't here. Mr. Lan should have been with you, but I wonder where Mr. Lan is. The door is on. A killing landscape room? And where am I? In a tree? It's a place I don't really know.
"Are you awake?"
The door opens.
I thought it was open, and Grandpa Elf came.
Grandpa Elf, looking down on me.
"... what about Mr. Lan?
It was that word that leaked out of my mouth. Where is Mr. Lang?
"If you're that human woman, you're somewhere else"
Grandpa Elf doesn't just not tell us his name, he doesn't even try to call it ours. Such an attitude as not wanting to recognize us individually.
"So, I need to ask you something."
Grandpa Elf said, keeping an eye on me. I was honestly thrilled that I had to confront my grandfather Elf one-on-one. But I didn't distract myself from Grandpa Elf's eyes because I thought the conversation with Grandpa Elf was important to decide what was to come.
"… what do you want to hear, what is it"
"... you, spirits, you see... no, you feel invisible, don't you?
"... Spirit?
I lay my neck on the words I was asked.
Do I see the Spirit? Even if you didn't see it, do you feel it? Could the strange signs I felt have anything to do with it? Could it be then that what I felt was a sign of the Spirit?
"... strange magic, signs of the Spirit?
Grandpa Elf sighed at my words.
"I didn't know humans could feel spirits in little daughters who might not know it or the magical devil's words..."
"Don't you like humans, Grandpa Elf?
"You mean me, Grandpa Elf? Well, okay, there's no way you can have good feelings for my human being. Man is a savage creature who enslaves us elves in the midst of inferior creatures who cannot use magic."
"... there's a lot going on in humans."
"Various? The humans I know were not at least good creatures. Even so, humans can feel the Spirit..."
Until now, he was a grandfather elf on the surface who had been grinning at me and Mr. Lang, but the truth is, he thought of us humans that way. Maybe everyone who came to see the elves was such a bad person. 'Cause the people who normally live don't try to go see the elves first. On the contrary, you will rarely leave the village where you were born and raised. Even I might not have left the village without that trigger.
"About the beasts, don't you like them?
"It would only be described as a savage being that draws the blood of the beast. How do you expect me to like those things that don't have much magic to use and can't even feel the benefits of the Spirit?
Terrible, I think. But this is the assessment of man and beast man for Grandpa Elf. But why would Grandpa Elf tell me such a heart that he had never been exposed before in front of us? I don't know. Uncle Elf went on to me without knowing.
"- You, unwillingly, can see about the Spirit. We can't treat such beings like that."
Spirit, I guess that's all that special for the elves. That's what Grandpa Elf said, too.
I can feel the Spirit. That's why the elves can't treat me like shit. So, what about the others? He says he can't handle me at all, but what are Grandpa Elves going to do about everyone else?
- What happens to everyone else?
Sacrifice.
"... no, what?
Words you can't hear. But I know what that means. It was also among the studies taught by Mr. Lang. He said it was such an act, offering people as offerings to horrible beings. I'm trying to sacrifice everyone, I blank my head at that fact.
"... to the Spirit?
"Don't say stupid things!!
Terrible beings, more superficial beings than ourselves, such beings. Sometimes we do such horrible things to our opponents, Mr. Lan said that way. So to the words I uttered, Grandpa Elf shouted different.
It seemed like such an attitude, angry at the very things the Spirit said when he did that. Grandpa Elf is angry. You're looking at me.
Scary, I thought.
But I thought I had to ask.
"Then to whom? And you said you'd be welcome."
"... you're welcome at the expense of sacrifice. Other than that, there is no way that our elves would accept humans and beasts. Whether it's an inferior organism, it's worth sacrificing instead."
I was caught up in what Grandpa Elf said. Instead, I said. Instead, what, on whose behalf? That's when I thought about it, I was crushing.
"Elf's, instead?
The elves were smaller in number than we were. I thought that was normal. But what if it wasn't? Originally, what if more elves were here? What if that was the sacrifice Grandpa Elf was talking about, the supposedly decreasing number by the act?
"To whom, sacrifice?
Says it's not a spirit. That it is not a sacrifice to the Spirit that the elves believe in. If so, to whom? I wonder who the elves, who are good at magic and great beings, have to sacrifice.
Right in front of me thinking so,
"It's a demon. An intelligent demon. - Like the Griffon and Skyhose you're taking with you."
That's what Grandpa Elf said.
- With the girl, Elf Six.
(Maybe the divine girl has a conversation with her grandfather Elf. and to know their sincerity)