Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

Like a rose: "I am the First Princess of the Siel-Teira diaspora, as well as the Acting King, René" "-Luvia Siel-Teira. Ask all the elves who live in the Great Forest of Gaisenfall '

Trembling the trees of the Great Forest, the voice echoed on the moon and night.

The name is no longer known to the elves in the woods.

"Aren't you sorry? Don't you feel angry or resentful?

Don't you hate the empire trying to take everything away?

The voice of a girl who complains. seeping was not a question, but an unsatisfactory thought and remorse.

A linear young purity that kicks through the helplessness of the elves who are struck by the strength of the empire… at least that's what it sounds like.

Whoever bites remorse and holds his fist was in the woods.

There was a child who was robbed of his parents. There were parents who took the child.

I had a wife who took my husband. I had a husband who took my wife.

He who lost his neighbor. Someone who lost a friend. The one who lost his lover.

'Scream. Cry, and I will hear your voice.

Take the bow, and follow me. Let the arrow penetrate heaven. "

The girl's voice was always with the ruthlessness of the ruler and the enthusiasm of the transformer.

Even if the word was only a malicious incitement, she was on the side of the elves then.

'I don't mind if you sit and wait for death. Stand up those who do not.

Now is the time for revenge. When I make arrogance and tyranny redeemed by blood.

She only shows the way to those stranded in the trail of fate.

That is not the hand of salvation. But even so, we can only avoid the end of dying helplessly and angrily for no reason.

'... to a world that has abandoned us, the Hammer of Evil!!

There were never many who shouted with their fists up.

A bland, shining beastbone sword surrounded Lieramirez.

ominous dark green hair, suspicious golden eyes.

The black leather armor wrapped around brown skin boldly exposes the side of the braided body, the upper half of the chest, etc.

That figure of Lieramirez is that of a dark elf at a glance.

"No way... Captain..."

"Why, to dark elves, etc...!

"To protect."

The warriors, who were once her men, were besieging Lieramirez.

Impossible, hopelessly, he welcomed Lieramirez back as a dark elf.

While alert, bewildered, while turning to hostility, it was obvious to everyone's expressions that they were incredible and didn't want to believe it.

"Take this forest. Protect everyone...

Here's what I had to do... "

"But!"

Lieramirez grabs the sword of the beast bone directed against him.

The blade was just trembling. One, and red blood dripped from his elbow, conveying Lieramirez's hand.

"Listen.

You guys have to know what happened.

We may have followed the will and presumption of our fathers and something absurd... "

Lieramirez speaks while feeling heavy about his own lips.

It wasn't horrible, such as a sword that could be directed at me.

Something more horrible... because Lieramirez already knew the fear of shaking what he believed from the ground up.

A cauldron about the length of a man's back was placed in a forest square, and it was boiled.

The cauldron was placed on a flat stone. The stones, lined with demonic stones and drawn with magic formations, emit their own heat.

It is in line with the way the elves strictly control the use of fire.

Stirring a giant wooden spoon of a large cauldron that even a person might be able to simmer is a witch worthy of a cauldron.

The witch in the wide triangular hat looked almost identical to her underwear, but hid her abundant flesh with an apron with colorful organic stains.

Interestingly peeking into the cauldron is a girl with long honey-colored hair tied in two and put together in a triangular scarf.... being a girl, at least externally.

He wore a bright red and white checked apron over a country toned piece.

Some magic of confusion is acting, and the moment you take your eyes off, the two figures become obscure in your memory.

However, it was clear that the two were extremely heterogeneous on this occasion.

"Are you sure this is going to cook?

"It will. - This is it."

What Evelis took from the bag and showed Tracy was an object like a palm-sized baked sweet. Evelis throws it into the cauldron, but stirs and melts.

"Technologies of the Other World," Freeze Dry ".

I can freeze the cooked soup and make it solid in the wind if I fly the moisture in vacuum.

Throw this in the boiled water and you'll undo it without magic.

The problem is, if you don't pay attention to preservation, you're going to lose it, but if you're going into subspace, there's no problem. "

Evelis' bag is naturally a storage magic item and a substitute for storing an unimaginable amount of objects in subspace from the outside.

The subspace is basically a blocked space from the outside world, and moisture does not penetrate unless wet objects are thrown in.

"Yay, I'm glad the food I bought up during the Marquis Edfeld Territorial Attack helped."

"If you think all the skeletons are turning the kitchen around in total before you leave something..."

Tracy looked subtle whether she was impressed or frightened.

Evelis has met several times before with reincarnators from Earth.

That is not the case for those who possess conveniently advanced technology, but Evelis had shaped some of the techniques he had heard only in outline by his own scientific knowledge and flashing like a heaven.

"Freeze Dry" is one of them. I was only making theories, but I tried them because I was in a situation where I could use a lot of magic and food for experiments.

The cooking skeletons, wearing aprons without meaning, set up a folding table and lined it up.

From one of them he received a jar, and Evelis poured it with a giant wooden spoon.

"So. Guys, you want this?

Silence flowed.

This is one of many residential areas in the woods.

There are dwellings intertwined with living grass and trees that make things better.

Situated on the southwestern side of the forest, the elves, who have lost their dwellings as a result of the invasion of the Empire, have escaped, with a distinctly higher number of elves compared to the number of homes.

The elves were observing distantly a frivolous group that suddenly appeared and began cooking.

Some had bows in their hands, but the shooting barbarians didn't seem to hold each other. Looks like he's not a tribal warrior when he sees that he's not armed besides a bow in the first place.

The elves, who just couldn't figure out and seemed to observe it in horror, were either distracted or wary, and in any case did not respond to Evelis' call.

Evelis peels a little and scratches the cauldron like an eight win.

"I can't get along. Holy shit, the smell is spreading more and more delicious."

"Hey, if you guys don't want to eat, can I get it first?

"Sure, go ahead"

Tracy, who received the bamboo, first ascertained the fragrance and then put on her lips like a bud with a dusty spring tip.

And a bite.

"Yummy -!!

What's going on? This is with regular soup!

Tracy rejoices in exaggeration and carries the next bite in her mouth with a spoon.

"Pork fat and moderate salt will stain you. I think it feels a little bit flavorful and spicy with herbs."

"We all wouldn't be able to eat it if it tasted too remarkable, so we served herbal base flavored ones that elves would be familiar with.

… yes, shall I add legumes as well? You all look like you don't have enough carbohydrates. "

When Evelis took out something like a smell bag and flipped it over the cauldron, freeze-dried beans poured out of it like waterfalls.

When the cauldron is scratched, the juice stains the beans.

"Come on, come on, don't!

"It's dangerous!

One elf boy, fluttering toward the cauldron, looked like he had done it.

Some of the surrounding elves raised their voices to stop.

But there is no such thing as a sibling-like elf.

The boy looked back several times hesitating, but in the end he never stopped until the end.

"Hey, hey, I'm looking forward to the boy in 20 years. Don't hesitate to eat this meal because it's humanitarian."

To the boy, who came as far as he could reach, Evelis laughed and offered him a bowl of hot soup.