Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Run. Run. Run away...

Out of the demon-ravaged interior, Birche was running with Chaga.

My father and mother put aside, abandon their companions, who would be captured by the enemy, and flee with him into the woods.

"Bar, che... wait...!

I hear Chaga barking her breath in agony.

Even though Birche's legs are faster than his.

It goes hand in hand with that all the time. I'll be tired, and it'll be hard.

But I couldn't stop. The birch forest elves, in the Witte tribe, are dominated by those terrible dark elf-led demons. The chaser will surely be unleashed too. If we stop, we get caught. The obsessive-compulsive notion was moving Birche's leg.

"No, Chaga! Run!"

Tears tear down his cheeks as he sweats through his forehead.

Birche was running crying.

- How did this happen?

I just, for once, went after him deeply in the hunt and left the line. That alone is doomed inside.

I already know enough that I'm sorry that I broke the ban. But it didn't do much good for me. Many of his companions are killed, and his survival falls into the captivity of some evil one. There is no such thing as getting there. How could the spirits of the forest and the organization of nature not retain to punish themselves alone?

She was cursing the irrationality of the world, the cruelty of the world, in heartfelt words.

"Birche, no more... I can't...!

"Hey, I'm gonna cry! Please, run! Run!

With that said, it was Birche who was crying.

Pull his hand with the bow in one hand and run through the woods. I wonder why. What I once repeated so many times is so hard now.

- Because it's his fault he's running away like this?

- That's why you abandoned your parents and friends?

Just thinking about it makes me think about stopping to my heart as well as my legs.

Still, the body temperature coming from the connected hands, the strength of the power to hold my hand back, had painstakingly maintained my strength to advance my legs.

"Sorry, Birche...... Huh!

His chopped voice makes my chest crumble.

But Birche desperately took him away.

Trying to escape.

"I can't stand it anymore...... Huh!

"... Huh?

All the while, he pulls his hand behind his back.

Birche's body was suddenly exerted a force in the opposite direction, and the foot he was about to step out of cut the sky and fell unnecessarily.

The ground, muddy by the rain, neglects white skin.

"Yes, what do you do all of a sudden!?

Raise your voice in protest as you try to wake up your body.

The way you pull now is not because you've never laid back or stopped your leg. I felt a clear intention to let him roll the burchet.

Why is that?

How could you do that?

Chaga's hands hold onto Bache's confused shoulders.

"Cha, Chaga......!?

"Hurr... Huh! Hurr... Huh!

Chaga presses on her as she leaks a rough, hot exhale.

No, Birche thought.

I realized that Chaga's disturbed breathing was not the result of running through fatigue.

There is no color of reason in his eyes looking down at her. There was a fierce carnivorous beast, a greedy light of hunger and thirst.

"Bar, che......!

"Hih!?

He was covered by a girlfriend who could not understand the explanation.

My lips are pressed against my lips.

It was inexorable to call it mouthing, too violent, as if it were a greedy act.

It is the deed of the beast.

"... Huh! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!

I couldn't bounce off a man's weight, even though I was skinny, trying to slap him in the chest and push him away.

He grabs his jaw handily and even seals it from biting.

In doing so, his tongue was spilled and his mouth licked.

At one point the saliva is poured in, and at another time the reverse is sipped away.

And how long has it been?

When Birche's consciousness was distant due to lack of acid, his lips finally opened up.

"Chaga... what... at a time like this, why...?

The answer to the crying wet inquiry was the beastly breath and the sound of clothes slipping.

... I don't know Birche.

To say that what is happening to us now is caused by all the magic we have.

Just before he escaped from the inside, the magic that Dry hung on the barchet looking to stop him.

Its name is Enchanted Temptation. It is a technique that attracts and instigates the opposite sex.

The fascination of this technique lies in the realm of demonization. If you are a concurrent man, you will quickly distract reason and put the surgeon under your knees. Think of it, Chaga, who endured until he escaped into the woods, was a good one to hold.

But there's no reason for Birche to know that.

Now I was just sad that they took my first lip, and I was afraid that they were trying to take something more important than that.

"Birche...... Birche!!

Chaga comes up roaring and pressing.

To the weight of the two of us, I heard something honking on my back.

A bow.

A bow removed to the fallen clap is underneath her back.

A testament to the hunter's pride was smudging and screaming at an intolerable load.

"Stop it, Chaga! Please, don't!...... no ahhhhhhhhh!!

In the moonlit woods, a girl screams.

At the same time, Pokiri, and I heard something break.

Pottery, and the cold of Shizukuishi falling on his face, the head of the inside woke up.

Above your face, sticking out branches of birch trees. There is a drip of rainwater residue from it.

"Gu, no... Huh!

When I tried to wake myself up, blood bubbles could be bounced out of my mouth.

He's been hit somewhere in his gut.

At that moment, Fem tapped into the magic as he broke the fence with his fist, but unfortunately this one didn't seem intact either.

"Ohhh, kahh...! Making, monsters......!

Magically heals all damage, and the leader wakes up hard. After healing the wound, both strength and magic are drained. Even if I ran early, I was suspicious of how much work I could do.

But now I win. The chief should have won. The magic unleashed is the top of the Thunder Strike system, Keravnos. To be used inside the base of your own faction, it is such a blow that there is an obstacle to extra power. Whether it's a fem that was showing off the girder endurance against magic, you can't live with that.

See the magical bursting heart.

... To my dismay, even with all that great magic, it should be noted that Fem retained his manly form. But I'm not moving on the boulder anymore. Half the face disappeared, losing the right arm that launched the attack. There is also a big hole in the flank. It's dead, it should be.

Yet...

"... shi sutem licover lino"

The woman moved again as she spoke a cracked, distorted voice.

"Horses, deer......!?

Towards a stunning length, Fem exposes his half-hearted face.

Behind it, behind the missing right half of the cavity. There was an inexperienced glow leaking from it.

What is that?

Within staring, I can tell it's like a brain. But it emits a creepy glow for the organism's brain miso, which runs a ray of light to beat the beat from time to time.

It's like metal.... Metal?

"Are you... a golem!?

The chief moaned in battle.

Golem. It is a kind of user-demon that runs a surgical ceremony on an inorganic object that embodies a creature and still drives it. This woman, too, will be who she is. However, the proviso goes that it mimics the human body with horrible, high performance and astonishing accuracy.

Femme is whining to herself about bumps without responding.

"Opportunity, eh ck. Light ar m, right belly bu, broken so n. Gaga...... Sei machine ko abnormal. - Repair. Both the main mechanism, the arithmetic device" Oleicalcos Brain "and the main power source" Vrill Generator "have no problems. Continuing battle, is, possible death"

And so my left eye, looking at the length, glowed.

"Thank you for waiting, and apologize, Mass. It should be noted that your threat level is corrected upwards. Abandon capture, ensure annihilation of mass"

As I say, the metal monster approaches here.

The long body does not move. Fatigue, loss and despair were taking power away from the whole body. He has more magic and strength than his ex. At the earliest opportunity, no means were left to counter it.

"Who are you..."

"Feel the need to respond, Sen. than the former. Our identity is a strict, confidential mass"

Fem pulls the left fist. That was blasphemously similar to the erection of an elf warrior squeezing his bow.

"Why... attacking my inside..."

"The answer was Shima Shita earlier, and the confirmation mass. The mission target is, in the realm, the, elf physique death"

"What are you going to do with our people...?

"Rest assured, make a recommendation, Mass"

With only half a face, Femme changed her expression for the first time.

Lift the edge of your lips gently It is a smile.

"- If the elf is a beneficial being, Shaw by bathing your husband, of, ex, in eternal prosperity"

And the last blow is taken out.

"- Eh."

The mutilator was silent.

The haughty fist, rolled out even to leave the sound, mowed his life without mercy and pain, and at the same time sprinkled its wreckage mercilessly at night.

Time goes back a little.

"Oops! Whoa, whoa, whoa!... Ugh, that's disgusting. You're ruining my mantra. So I told you to stop that. Totally......"

Picking wet cloaks while saying that is a vampire man.

swallowed by running water, which should be a weakness, and should have disappeared into turbulence, is.

But it was still in front of Bubba-sama.

He was a muddy, intact figure, but he didn't suffer one scratch.

"Stupid... vampires should be vulnerable to running water -"

Let the vampire speak out in amazement.

"If you were a vampire, could you have been? By the way, I didn't make it. A!! With this amount of running water, I'm not going to die or anything. Ohhh! Oh, speaking of undead, is that why you're dead from the beginning? Well, horns on the rabbit, too bad. See you in the afterlife! Hahahaha! Hi-ha-ha! Hi-ha-ha!!

Smile, smile, smile, slap your hand.

"... Phew"

Be as true as you suddenly woke up.

What was in its eyes was discouragement and contempt.

He is giving me a gaze at the little bugs at my feet when I run out of magic and can no longer maintain my normal appearance.

"So, what's that? That's who the art of staying young for over 2,000 years is? I lost it in anticipation. I wonder what secrets you have, you're just a young maker."

"Gu......"

To curse without hesitation or forgiveness, Bubba leaked his disgrace.

The voice is lacking in luster until earlier.

His hands and feet were thin and faded, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles carved into multiple pieces.

Old woman, is. Even a long-lived species of elves who live a thousand years of youth, the brutal regeneration that they cannot escape because they are old, the proof left is there.

Young people have been magically forcible to keep.

"What's the meaning of the so-called woman?" I want to be seen young no matter how old I am. "? Or did that chief want you to be seen as a woman? Ha ha, you make me laugh!... dammit, let me hope for nothing. Oh, you should have just killed this one. I don't even feel like breathing blood anymore."

"... Shut up Ye!!

Yelling back at the relentless mockery, Bubba understood that he couldn't resist his opponent. What Elves get is attribute magic with the help of the Spirit. Neglected by the kind of sacred magic used by human priests. Even though I am so unreachable as an elf sage, and assuming I could use it, would I fulfill it and effectively hit this vampire?

And most importantly, there are no more colors of play in this vampire's eyes. I completely lost my mind, and then I just slaughtered the target in front of me as a task.

The other guy was playing, which is why he's had it so far.

"Shut up..."

Vampires approached uncrafted,

- It's you.

He was blowing the old woman's thin neck like he was kicking trash in.

Dosari, and the body that loses its owner falls in.

The vampire sighed deeply as he looked down at it.

"Corner, it's been a long time since I've been out, and Othi's this? It's not tight, at all. Uh, no. Just go home and drink some nagging cultured blood.... Senior, the blood of an elf virgin, I was wondering if you could share it with me just a little... He won't give it to me, I'm sure... And ho, what an unfortunate thing for me..."

Vampires whining with bumps - just named Opus 04, Shirl Franz Schmidt, disappears on a full moon night. Later all that remained was the dead body without the old woman's neck and traces of the tragedy of the magical battle waged.

Barchet was crying in the pain of about to tear his body apart.

His vision was dark in his stiffly closed eyelids to avoid seeing horrible realities.

Only Chaga's unceasing gasp is constantly heard in his shriveled and powerless ears.

(It hurts... it hurts, Chaga... why are you doing this?

"Birche! Oh, Birche! You shouldn't...!

(Shouldn't you? Because I shouldn't?

"Fuck you, this is why I...!

(So... is Chaga angry and painful? You do painful things?

"... if you'd stay by my side, I wouldn't need anything else... Huh!

(Can I just be there for you? That way, you'll let me loose?

"Birche...... oh, she's adorable, Birche! She looks so girly!

(Yeah, it'll be cute. I don't know what to do.... because it won't take any longer)

"Look! More power! Please accept me!

(Like this?... Oh, I just don't want to anymore, do I? Maybe Chaga. I wish I could have done this. I didn't know because I was stupid.)

"Birche! Oh, I've always... always liked you! Love it!"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah. Birche is good about Chaga too...?

Broken, broken heart.

A spirit in which several important things have fallen out.

Accept his words there as a new part.

That's how Birche, little by little, assembled his new self.

"Oh, boy. That's what got me so far away."

To the voice that hung from behind, Chaga stopped moving bikly.

The Lord of Voices is a dark elf woman named Dry. The masterminds of the people who attacked inside us tonight. A terrible wizard with demonic eyes. Chaga finds herself sane that it's coming right behind her.

And reality jumped in front of me.

"................................................... Huh?

Relaxed, Barche lay herself in the mud powerless.

When I tried to wake myself up surprised, my white, elongated legs fell to the ground and poured mud. Her legs. I've been lifting myself.

- For what?

Her temper shriveled and she shrunk urgently, while something warm left her hips.

Birche's eyes are looking back at himself in vain.

- What was I doing?

"At first glance, it's uranari, but isn't it more disappointing than I thought? Or is it something you can do for your own good?

The woman behind him laughed at him exposing himself to couscous and unmatched outfits.

Chaga doesn't have the strength to say it back.

What do you want me to say now? and.

The limb thrown out in front of him blames him for that.

"Whatever, it's the last of you. Come on, come on. Or can't you just stand with your hips crushed?

"What, with"

Still, a trembling voice squeezes out of my throat on its own.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you doing this..."

Until I can speak up, I lose my sanity and realize I was devouring her.

And to the fact that it was dry that set it up.

I couldn't believe it. Flat out, I don't understand the sensibilities that make Barche, the same woman, so visible.

So I asked why.

Dry answered with a voice that didn't even shake his mind about the hair.

"Why... is that an efficient stepping stone? You don't know how to restrain someone for minutes. Or if you tap attack magic into your escaping back, the target of capture in the corner can die. So I hung up on my daughter to attract a man. As you can see, it works. You and your daughter are in my hands without a scratch."

"That's not the problem..."

"What's the matter, what don't you care?... Oh, did my daughter have some blood? Then I guess there's no scratch... But, well, it would be within the margin of error. And if the lord who liked it was her true hope?

Cut, the back of my head gets hot.

This woman is the only one I can't forgive. Strike inside, kill many of your compatriots, and kidnap the survivors. Even I let myself scold Birche with this hand. Important, most importantly, woman.

The red-hot rage moved Chaga.

"… [Samon Familia] Ah!!

Turn around and mobilize all magic to exercise the technique without chanting. A wolf left behind as he escapes flies beyond time and space to the side of Chaga.

It was the emotions of hatred that temporarily helped him to enable the immediate exercise of higher magic.

Dry lifts the edge of his mouth delightfully.

"Well, the immediate exercise of the demon summons of use? It's a delightful miscalculation. You're going to be a better primitive than I thought."

"Shut up! My servant, take the woman..."

I command you to kill, just before that,

"So am I. -" Sammon Familia. "

Zung.

A giant that appeared as he sounded the ground was trampling down Chaga's user demon.

"Ah..."

I can't even speak up.

Too overwhelming.

The battle spirit, which was burning with all the rage and madness, sank as if it had been hung with ice water.

"G, G, G..."

Called out was a single-eyed giant.

It was that cyclops that attacked the inside and knocked their people into the abyss of despair.

To that standing laugh, Chaga froze.

"Here. That's not your bait.... I hate that it's a low brain, even though it's easy for demons to use because of its low intelligence."

"Hi..."

"Hmm? Have you given up yet? Outside, it's not sticky enough. Well, it's good to save you the futility of understanding fast."

I couldn't resist the spiralling woman's voice at the earliest.

I didn't see a win on my own. My people died or were caught alive. Lady Nagayaba-sama did not come. Birche... has made himself an eye-catcher.

Punch your knees on the forest ground. Barchet wandered slightly at the sound of the mud.

"Chaga......?

"Higu... Ugu..."

I couldn't help but whimper at the voice calling me first.

Birche, who was always cowardly enough to pull his own hand. I did something terrible to her. You have to hate the person who made you do that, but you have to give up your life but you have to fight. The timid self is trembling without even being able to do it.

I'm sorry about that, I was sad.

"Chaga? You don't? Are you sure?"

"Sorry, Birche......! I...!

Barchet graciously embraced his body as he cursorily crawled to the side of Chaga.

And I say to the dry.

"Please, I will... to Chaga, don't do anything terrible..."

"Hmm?

Dry raised his eyebrows lightly as he saw something rare.

"That depends on the will of my Lord... well, let's try as much as we multiply. Whatever, you're a credit to this one. You can do that."

"Really...?

"Of course. I am a doctrine that does not lie. I won't correct them for being fooled on their own."

Dry, finished saying, put his hand on his eyelid again.

Purple eyes take the will away from Birche and Chaga.

"Sleep well. When you wake up, you'll be one of us then. You're welcome? White compatriots."

My heart melts.

The intoxicating sensation of sweet liquor.

As he left himself to it, Chaga let go of consciousness.

"Oh, and I'm going to lose confidence. I can't believe Femme came home so broken."

While repairing the damaged femme in the atelier, I blurred greatly.

Side flank to face on right arm just for appearance damage. I thought I was hit by electric shock magic, and the damage to the interior system is serious. It may be said that it was almost a miracle that the central arithmetic apparatus and generator were safe.

I didn't expect the latest one I sent out with confidence to come home so messed up. Was I a little overconfident, too, or was the Elf Chief and his enemies so strong by then?

"Think the other way, sir. Without any loss of power, you noticed your overconfidence. This will survive."

Uni's words of comfort are hard.

This is the result of the opponent's insult to magic and the elf of the bow and arrow subject. What kind of great magic did you use to destroy an Orihalcon body that has a reputation for its magical resistance? The hiding place on the border is also filled with the power to do so. I recognised once again that the world was wide.

"Pigaga...... sorry Amasen, your husband. The end of the eagle, so, on your husband's face, you paint the mud, Sita."

"No, no, you're not bad. Either that or this is my fault for suddenly doing the battle force assessment test in action. I was accidental, really."

That's what I say and scratch my head.

I should have at least not overconfident my vegan defenses and let Fem have an easy courtesy. There should have been other measures to avoid the risk of damage, such as accompanying mass-produced golems with escorts.

The more I think about it, the more my reflections will only stand out later.

We should definitely make use of the area in the future. It's not my character, like taking risks and hitting a beat.

"Even so... you were really a golem, this. If we don't expose ourselves like this, we can't really distinguish ourselves from the living."

And, a douhe that pinches his mouth.

I call all the Opus series to this atelier. In order to avoid wasting time, it is a dimension that the fem should be repaired and a reflection meeting should be held. I've just been busy with multiple projects lately. What can be done at once should be done more and more so.

I answer as I connect the newly assembled new right arm to the body.

"Because that's one of this kid's concepts." A golem that demonstrates human function in a way that transcends human ability ". For this reason," Oleicalcos Blaine "is loaded up to what you can get."

"Orihalcon's brain miso... I don't know, I'm going to make something like that, Ovenil."

It's Shar who says so. From his point of view, whatever the weapon or the body of the golem, it doesn't seem like an object to be made with an orihalcon, such as an exquisite replica of the human brain.

"From me, there's no such thing as materials that are more suitable for artificial brains than Orihalcon. Orihalcon, which has various effects on light, is extremely useful in the creation of small computational devices using light signals -"

"Your husband. It's off the record."

"Oh, sorry uni. That was the after-briefing of this elf capture operation."

While apologizing, I can put a newly created head mask on the fem.

"So. If you look only at the results, this case is significantly positive. The elves undergoing brain modification will contribute significantly to the surface of this mountain, its dungeonization. How dare they be forest experts. In it, the mountains outside will be covered in fertile forests"

"It's a forest type dungeon, which inhibits entry into the light-gathering facility under construction. If you let the monsters out there, they'll be really hard to beat."

Dry, the biggest credit this time, puts his chest up. Thanks to her, it really helped. Plans to remodel the mountain's surface as a forest-type dungeon have made significant progress as Dry has captured a large number of elves for me. Two or three times faster than planned was expected to be completed.

It's good not to have to bother your head about maintaining the forest after it's finished. Even if we don't go out, they'll take the liberty of putting the trees in order. Besides, the connection the elves make inside can't be broken or sensed by half the adventurers, so the risk of them being reduced is minimal. In times of need, it is also attractive that it can operate as a forest guerrilla. When powerful foreign enemies appear, the elves will fight to protect the forest where they live.

"That's a really great achievement, Dry. If you try to align all those numbers of elves, emptying Marlan's vault won't be enough. That's what you got for practically no cost."

"Ha. It's a great honor to compliment you, my lord"

Dry thanking me for my words with a crisp reply. [M] In contrast, it was Dooey who looked somewhat complicated.

"... is that good, you?

"What?

I'm sure she even cares that she attacked the inside of the elf. From what I've heard, Dry's once lived inside was attacked and destroyed by humans. It hit and changed, and now she's the executioner.

But, well, that's a long time ago now, too. That's what I used to tell you.

"It's a good decision, isn't it? I was able to contribute a little to your husband's purpose by doing what I did, and I even received compliments. What do you ever get sick of?

"... right. What's wrong with being sick, right here?"

"Yes, yes! Senior Dooey said, Oops!

and it is Shar who pinches his mouth in tune.

"That's right! Anyway, next time, why don't you look in the dark elves? Dark elves can live underground, too. If I were you, I'd be glad to catch you alive."

"This, this idiot!?

Dooe hurries to hold on to Sharr's mouth, which he says is nagging.

statement in consideration of the dry, but she said,

"Well? That's a good idea for you, light-headed."

Dry said that without showing any emotion.

Naturally. Her feelings toward her former family, her sense of belonging to the species known as Dark Elves, are all adjusted toward me and her subordination.

There's nothing more to worry about than her former compatriots. Although I may have some intimacy.

"It would be!? So, if there's a cute girl in there, I want you to turn me around!

"In the end, it is. You don't have to brace yourself. … Long-lived seeds are valuable, can you afford to turn them on your toys?"

"In the first place, we're still discovering even the dark elves inside, Sen., cautioned Mass. Don't explore at will again without your husband's help."

The repaired fem also joins the conversation.

"As far as I'm concerned, Dwarves are good if you get a ton of them next. Their production capacity is very attractive."

"Wow, Senior Uni, bad taste!? Dwarves, men are hairy, women are chinch-crines, and they don't do that!

"Hmm, I'm sure they seem to be useful to your husband... but I don't like that muddy vibe either"

It's a busy thing to do with my "work". In it, one Dooer left Potsung out of the way.

I'm not trumpeting anyone but me from the start, like Uni and Fem, nor am I being switched in recognition to follow me like Dry and Shar. I guess he has his own troubles.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, Dooey won't say anything if it helps.

"? What's going on, Dooey? What are you making me look uncomfortable?

"... nothing."

"Don't say that, we're one of them, right? Even if you look like that, even if it's me..."

"So it's nothing!

Shake off Dry's worrying words and he heads to the Atelier's door.

"We're almost done talking, aren't we? I'm out.... swinging my sword outside."

"Yes, sir. Go ahead."

Well, I'm pretty sure I've done the talking, and there's no reason for me to stop.

Dry, who seemed to have a reason, also looked troubled and hesitated to call out.

Within doing so, Dooe leaves with a rambling kick in the door.

"... the door needs to be opened and closed more carefully"

"Right. Dooey's probably stupid, too, and if he breaks it, he'll be in trouble."

Maybe I can fix it right away, except for the magical unusable fem.

After we had that conversation, Dry watched Dooey leave.

"... why. Why is he in such a bad mood? I made a good move, didn't I? Even a little compliment..."

"To Opus 03, request a question, Mass. Just what your husband said, shortage Desca?

"That's not the problem.... I guess not."

"Uh, Fem, Fem. Because if you suck, you become a snake. Not really. In a direction that doesn't stick. Okay?"

Shirl winds seniors into his "work," a junior as soon as possible. If it's always so calm, it would help even for me.

And, with that said, I realize I forgot a few errands.

"It's a different story, Dry. That's what you asked for before."

Every favor Dry gave me when he captured the elves. Sure, it must have been about the kid she got cut off from finding the inside of the elf.

"Oh, are you talking about Bache? What's happening?

"Um, that's the thing -"

In chronological order, it will be a while later.

Chaga was rushing home in the woods.

Both myself and other survivors are getting used to a new life on this land called Marlan.

Every day on the surface is the same as before, taking care of the trees in the woods, hunting for an excessive number of beasts and spending their days inside protected by the junction.

But there are a few things that are decidedly different.

First of all, the Witte elves had been greatly reduced in number. And the life that was crushed that night was never to come back. The chief, the Bubba, Chaga's family, and many adults disappeared with the dew of the massacre dubbed that intermission. It's just that there's no room for too many elves to take home, and that's why they killed him.

In contrast, Chaga's mind has nothing surprising about it. This change is the second.

The Elves of the Witte were no longer in service of the earliest natural circulation and great regeneration. The target audience is a demonic alchemist living under this mountain. It was all for that monster to raise the forest by bonding with the Spirit, and to mercy his fellow countrymen and remit his children. The surviving elves, starting with Chaga, had been modified so that they could not even do that, which was objectionable to it.

And the third change is:

"Hey, it was a big hunt today, Chaga."

"Yeah, three stupid adventurers at the end of the day."

Going next to Chaga is her father, not Birche. Being the survivor of a handful of adults, he had fitted into Chaga and other young elf mentoring roles after being further empowered by the modification.

Teach what? Whatever, hunt. The beasts of the field that feed, the overgrown demons, and the adventurers who invade this forest. Chaga is learning from him the art of hunting and killing them efficiently.

"Even so, it looks like you could be a hunter on one end, and your nose is high even for me. I didn't know that weak guy was going to grow up like this."

"... Hi"

Protect the forest and turn the bow that protects your fellow countrymen toward a wretched human who knows nothing. I still don't have feelings for it. The forces that made the elves as enemies of demons as they were themselves, or the adventurers who believed them to be prey to the outfits that captured them and sold them off as slaves, were casually accommodating opponents. Whisper a few sweet words and you'll easily believe this one and expose the gap. If you teach me a safe place to twitch and lead me to the demon's nest, all I have to do is shoot an arrow in my defenseless back.

Once you've finished the adventurer, use the talisman-shaped communication courtesy to call the dry guys and hand them over. Sounds like a primitive outfit to use for experiments with anything. Even corpses are quite welcome, but it still seems better to stay alive. And when he had captured the man who stood on his arm alive, he also bounced his reward. Especially the rare spices that are available outside are delightful to everyone when they are brought back inside. Because it goes well with meat. So adventurers are external enemies invading the forest, as well as delicious prey.

The story of Birche's father was still going on.

"Again, is that you? Is it something that changes when you have a belt, a young man?"

"... may be"

"Come on, what's the approximate raw response? It wasn't even a tiresome hunt. Or do you care about the wife waiting at home?

"... right"

He was right, and Chaga's head was full of that partner.

I feel like I want to see you soon, and I don't. Either way, Chaga thought about her all the same, both now and in the past.

In doing so, I'll be right back inside.

Compared to that small, dark, gentle, warm birch forest, the new indulgently shady inside.

Still, this is inside them. Everything that matters is here.

... Chaga and Bache's father went the same way and knocked at the door of the same house.

"Hey, I'm home!

"Welcome home, you. Thank you for your hard work, Chaga."

Birche's mother greeted them with a grown stomach. Ordinary elves don't exchange children much. Parents with children as grown up as Bachelor, in particular. This is also the instruction of that alchemist. Exchange all the elves that can serve their children. More elves, he said. What do we do after we increase it? I wonder if it will simply enhance your combat power, or use it for some kind of experiment. As for Chaga, I just hope it's not my kid who gets elected to the experimental bench.

Leaving room for Chaga to sink into his thoughts, Birche's mother lifts up her voice toward the back of the house.

"Look, Birche! You too. Welcome home, my dear husband?

Then she comes, with a neglected patter and footsteps.

"Chaga!? Were you coming back?

Birche jumped into his chest with a tongueless voice somewhere.

"Chaga, Chaga, Chaga ah......! Sabi just..."

She cries like a child and rubs her face against her chest.

Birche's parents laugh bitterly at the way my child looks like that.

"Damn, I say it's time for my belly to grow, but this girl..."

"True, because I'm a child forever. Don't change anything from the old days."

…………

Chaga has no words.

It was today that the thin sweet expectations I had were still smashed.

... After that, she had been reunited as his companion, completely unusual.

"I'm afraid there's something I can and can't do, too."

That alchemist once said that to him who had eaten her transformation.

"Her spirit was already like this when she came here. I seem to have forgotten about that night, so it's not like erasing your memory will cure you. Doesn't it make sense to forget what you forgot? Well, I can force you back to a healthy state with a brain modification. But I don't know her original brain shape. [M] Then, after the retrofit, she might say that she has the spirit to work normally, but someone else who looked like her."

This means that the barchet that Chaga knew was already broken that tragic night.

Chaga herself broke her.

'Given that risk, we'll have to wait for natural healing now. Whatever, Elf has a long life span. Stack up your peaceful routine and one day you might even come back to normal'

Fulfilling, is that really the day to come?

When I heard that, the alchemist had a full smile.

"The first thing you need to do to increase that possibility is for her to keep you safe. Never let a boring opponent get you unconscious or anything. Well, don't worry. And for that, I'll hang you stronger on my arm. [M] It's your turn to retrofit the vegetables you picked in there. This is also, um... Did I say Birche? In return, he offered me a useful handkerchief. Don't hesitate to take it, E-31.

... That's how Chaga gained strength.

The hunting arm was unparalleled before, and the magical power became stronger.

Now he's part of a fine warrior who protects the inside.

Lee.

There's no more inside I wanted to protect.

There is a nest of demons that exist for that demon.

I wanted to protect this stuff, shoulder to shoulder with Barche, not that birch forest.

"Chaga? What's going on? You don't think so, do you?

Birche says so with a sad look on his part.

... she's really changed.

Words and deeds are like young children, crying out quickly with a few things. He gets anxious if Chaga isn't on his side, and the day he goes hunting was always set and grumpy.

Back in the day, she used to take herself out hunting.

"That's not true, Birche... I'm glad to be home with you, too"

"Really!? Wow!"

"Hahaha! It's really hot. Hey, where's the newlywed?

"Yeah, you remind me of the old days"

Her parents, laughing at her for saying that, have not noticed her daughter's transformation.

This is also in the hands of that demon.

He said it was to minimize the impact of the broken barchet on the surroundings. They distorted my memory and made me assume that Birche had always been like this. Still, this family is going around unhindered. Elf's daughter is not supposed to hunt. That would be fine if Jin-sook could support her husband. She's the one whose spirit made her child go home, but still remembers the chores a little bit after her mother taught her. So, nothing's wrong.

There was no place for that proud female hunter in here. If there was, it would only be in the memory of the man who was her partner.

She asked him not to do anything terrible, so she said she didn't do anything terrible to take her memories from him.

But for Chaga, that was above all a cruel setup.

He's the only one who can't take her for a change.

I continue to suffer from that.

"Oh yeah! What did you do to the deer today? Look, it's fine meat!

"Garlic?... ugh."

Barchet avoids being scared of the meat his father offers.

Is it because of the memory of that night, when too much blood was shed? She was starting to hate meat. Mouth a small amount of roasted meat, but avoid objects that are raw or have strong odors.

I'm sure they won't eat wolf meat anymore.

"This is your husband's meat, isn't it? I'll bake it up properly, so eat it without leaving it behind."

"Chaga did? Ugh, yeah. Then good luck. If you were hanging in there, would you give me a compliment?

"Yeah, I'd love it if Birche worked hard."

Encouraging him that way, Birche happily broke his face.

It's a full moon-like grin, Chaga wondered.

Far away like the moon that night, a grin like a rain cloud on a mundane clap.

A successful smile that was sharp but strong and shining, like the sun that looked up in the leaking sun. The look on his face that he fell in love with is gone.

(This is not my daughter, Birche...)

That thought was not once or twice.

It's changed. She reminds me one day of that wolf he did the surgery on.

Keep your figure, you poor beast, who has been replaced just like the inside.

I think you're right about what she said now, pointing at it as cruel.

I finally understood that it was still kinder to kill with respect.

(This is punishment. It's a punishment for distorting my cooking...)

I didn't even teach Bubba, a magic teacher, the reason for using a technique that defies the management of nature.

The punishment appeared as breaking the beloved with his own hands and leaning against the wreckage.

So, what's the way to atone for it?

Will you restore the broken girlfriend to what she was one day?

When will such a day come? Is it really coming?

... Elves have a long life span. Compared to that of humans, it feels like eternity.

That was more like a curse than a gospel.

I can't turn it down myself. That demon doesn't like the detriment of losing a handkerchief for no reason, and in fact the manipulation for it has already been planted in his head.

Chaga spends her whole life facing proof of her sins.

Long, long life.

"Chaga? What's going on? Come on, join us for dinner, all right?

"Yeah. Right, Birche"

Birche pulled hard on Chaga, who was sinking into silence, and went to the table.

He stops hard thinking and entrusts everything to her to pull his own hand.

Take that feeling as a memory of that nostalgic first love.