Swamp Battle 3
The dead have come back to life――.
Eltharion stared in disbelief at the face of the red-haired female warrior from between the fingers that were grasping his own face.
The woman's face peeked out from between her fingers, its skin sore from the poison, its muscles and white teeth exposed. However, in a flash, a white vapor-like substance rose from the face, and the woman's skin regenerated. When there was no flesh on her lips, it looked like she was just clenching her teeth, but once the flesh regenerated, he could see the corners of her mouth turn up in an excited smile.
"You've done it."
"Ah... Gah!?"
"It was very painful."
The eyes where the red flesh was exposed are regenerated.
The woman warrior's fingers are tightening.
"In return, I will crush your head as well."
"Guh, ah, gah!"
"It's a good face. Just die once."
"Ooooh!"
The bones in his cheeks were crushed.
Eltharion felt his face destroyed, but mutated his legs into solid trunks and kicked at the woman's side.
But the woman shows no sign of being upset.
Rather, she turned the pain into a roar of rage, slamming Eltharion's crushed head into the trunk of a nearby oak tree. She thrust the great axe into the ground and clenched her fists.
In the next instant, he is struck through the middle of his stomach, where one of his three hearts is located.
Toxic blood sprays out.
The woman, not caring that her skin is melting, removes her hand from the crushed head and inserts it into the wound in the belly. She then ripped open Eltharion's abdomen from side to side, as if she were slicing open a fish.
"Ahahahahaha!"
"――――"
He throws the mistletoe and chants at high speed with his broken mouth.
The magic that is invoked is the [Rock Spear].
The power of the ground magic used by Eltharion, who can be said to be the incarnation of the forest, increases dramatically.
Even if it's eroded by the holy sword, he can do something about chopping off the woman's arms.
The red-haired woman clicked her tongue and jumped backward as the joints of her bones were cut off by the [Rock Spear].
Eltharion pulls off both arms that are still trying to gouge out his stomach and throws them away.
The woman's arm flew back to the main body as if time had rolled back, and instantly regenerated as it clung to the severed joint.
(There is only one heart. There is only one brain. The structure of the body is human. However)
It is not human.
It is a demon.
For some reason, it also has a super-regenerative ability equivalent to that of a king-class.
Does it have a relic in its body, like a pseudo-holy sword?
Or, like the god of the swamp, did it undergo an operation to replace a part of its body with that of a demon?
Either way, it's not good.
Eltharion felt hopeless, even as his stomach regenerated quickly.
If he doesn't do something, he will be killed.
She will crush his heart and brain, and make him into minced meat and dump him on the ground.
(Releasing my power. Even if I can't completely release it, if I can at least release it for a limited time...!)
"Guh... gaha"
The moment he put his strength into his body, the [Blue Ashes] on his right shoulder and left hand shuddered.
They ate through Eltharion's flesh from the inside, further multiplying in number, and gouging out his physical strength. A large amount of blood spilled from his mouth.
No good.
No matter how hard he tried to release his strength, the [Blue Ashes] would surely crush his movements.
(The lesion where the [Blue Ash] is multiplying the most is the wound on the right shoulder. Next to that are the two wounds on the left hand.)
Eltharion considers this as he fends off the female warrior who rushes toward him, wielding a great axe of silver and white.
He'd seen most of the female warrior's attacks.
From then on, he proceeds to the stage where he systematically understands the axe technique she is using with each passing move.
Her monstrous strength and super-healing ability are troublesome, but as long as Eltharion doesn't kneel under the influence of [Blue Ashes], he can manage to avoid the attack―― it seems.
However, if he continues like this, he will still be killed at some point.
Even if he finishes analyzing the enemy's actions, if his body can't keep up, it will be the end at that moment.
"Ooh! Zei! Dorya!"
"――――"
With his left hand, he fights off the great axe that descends diagonally from his right shoulder.
By instantly changing the position of his feet, he also avoided an attack that would have mowed down his legs.
The handle of the great axe has a diameter of 10 mm.
The handle of the great axe is a steel rod, so even the strong neck bone of Eltharion would not be safe from this attack. The only choice was to duck.
(How about cutting off the part that is heavily contaminated by the [Blue Ash]? It will be a fatal gap, and if it gouges out my right shoulder, there is a danger that I will be unable to move due to blood loss.)
Once the majority of the lesion is gouged out, he can release all his strength.
He may be able to return to his original form temporarily.
The depths of this forest have not been sprayed with much [Blue Ash], and it's not a bad bet for a minute.
"――――Fuu"
His left hand changes the semicircular trajectory of the axe.
He dodges the attack and jumps backward as it is.
The woman who is chasing after him is ready with her left hand out, and he is once again in a position to repel the attack.
(But what if that didn't restore me to my original form?)
Eltharion, with most of his body detached, would be unable to avoid the onslaught of this woman's attacks.
All that awaits is for him to be crushed by her until his body disappears.
(No. Change the way you think about overcoming the crisis with that kind of brute force. Otherwise, I will definitely lose.)
A change in thinking.
Here, he will come up with a third way that no one else would choose.
If it's me, I can do it――.
While being cornered, Eltharion felt his brain gradually regaining its composure. Perhaps it was because he felt light-headed after the excess blood had drained out of his system.
"――――"
He kicked the trunk of an oak tree, blocking the woman's direction.
The woman punches it away and comes closer and closer.
Eltharion leaped up to the nearest oak tree and plucked the mistletoe from its branches.
The act of collecting a catalyst for magic.
He noticed the mistletoe nearby, so he collected it while he was at it.
That simple act of random thought gave Eltharion a chance to make a quick recovery.
(Symbiosis――)
While turning the plucked mistletoe into needles, Eltharion bites down on the revelation that has come down to him.
Mistletoe lives as a parasite on a large tree.
It is also a type of symbiotic relationship.
And Eltharion is also being parasitized by [Blue Ash].
It's just a one-sided relationship where his meat is being eaten and it is being nourished, but it's a symbiotic relationship.
This catastrophic symbiotic relationship between Eltharion and the [Blue Ash]―― isn't it possible to somehow change the one-sided symbiosis into a mutual symbiotic relationship?
It is a relationship like that between humankind and the [Blue Ashes].
Even if it does not end so amicably, if both parties can become neutral symbionts who do not suffer any harm, that would be fine.
The ones that come to mind are the [Wood Woman] and the [Blue Ashes].
They have a relatively friendly symbiotic relationship.
And Eltharion's [mother-in-law], the god of the swamp――.
(There is no reason why they can do it and I can't)
Eltharion's golden eyes are filled with determination.
Evolve.
In this first battle.
In front of a formidable enemy, he will turn it around from a desperate crisis and become strong.
Nothing is impossible for Eltharion, who was born and raised to be the pinnacle of the food chain.
Mutation of the body.
Adaptation.
Eltharion calls for change in the tissues of his body, thick veins show in his face.
He consciously secretes hormones to evolve.
(It's not about overthrowing the [Blue Ash]. I will mutate. I'm no longer an enemy of the [Blue Ash].)
The [Blue Ash] was intentionally given a move to eat and kill the elf.
However, Eltharion, which had a different number of organs and quality of body tissue than elves, was slowly eroded by [Blue Ash]. He remembers a moment when the erosion was more gradual.
The sweating situation at that time, the way he breathed, the movements of his heart and lungs are imitated and projected.
(Adapt――!)
The wound on Eltharion's shoulder throbbed.
The blue particles draw a thick line on the nape of the neck as if tracing blood vessels, and lightning-like patterns emerge on the young elf's cheeks.
The torn right arm muscle swells, the blood vessels show and pulsate violently.
The heart, the brain, urges the entire body to evolve at high speed.
"Fuu"
The woman swung her axe to the side.
Eltharion ducked and dodged, but the next attack was the first he had seen.
The other side of the great axe.
Eltharion's right leg was scooped up by the sickle that would cut the back of its enemy's knee.
He falls over with a loud thud.
Eltharion's golden eyes, who hit the back of his head, and the woman's emerald green eyes intertwined.
"Dumbass"
With a heavy sound, the great axe spins around the woman's body several times.
After a brilliant pole handling, the great axe, raised above her head, was swung carelessly down.
Eltharion held out his right hand, which was missing from the elbow.
There was nothing in the axe's path.
He had no elbow to catch the axe as it swung down, and he should not have been able to catch it―― that was supposed to be the case.
"――――!"
"――――!?"
Both Eltharion and Patricia looked startled in the next instant.
A slightly dull blue light illuminated the forest ground at night.
The red-haired girl's eyes distorted in the strong light, and the force on the great axe relaxed.
"――――!"
He swung his right arm, which should have been gone.
Eltharion's right shoulder and beyond had somehow become mobile.
On the contrary, from his right elbow onward.
"[God Sword]...?"
The red-haired female warrior muttered as she swung her great axe and held it at the lower rear of her body. Eltharion stood up, breathing hard.
He gazes with his golden eyes wide open at the sword of blue precious light extending from his right elbow.
It was the [God Sword], the holy art used by the [Wood Woman] and other mortals.
As he swung his right arm, there was a whooshing sound, and the stalk of the fern underfoot snapped and fell to the ground.
(Have I been able to adapt? But the erosion of [Blue Ash] is still...)
"I see. Since the [Wood Woman] can use the holy arts, does that mean you can use them as well, right?"
The red-haired female warrior was convinced of what she had misunderstood.
Eltharion couldn't use holy arts.
Now, this moment was the first time he used the holy arts.
The body of the female warrior moves.
Eltharion searches his brain for approximate movements based on the opponent's previous fighting techniques.
However, the woman warrior's movement was clearly different from her previous attack methods.
Until now, her movements could be roughly classified into four types: swinging down, reaping, cutting up, and spinning, but this time, she jumped at once and stood close.
The attacks clearly changed when he deployed the [God Sword].
Since the great axe cannot take the [God Sword], the intention would be to get close and accumulate damage finely by kicking and cleaving the iron bar with rotational movement before being cut by the [God Sword].
"Tch"
Unable to secure the space to swing his right arm, he takes a kick or a hard blow with the pole.
And the moment the effect of the [God Sword] wears off, the woman's footwork instantly changes, and she derives a massive mass attack with her great axe.
(The attacks increased at once)
Eltharion sacrificed his left hand and tried to create the [God Sword] again. However, the [Blue Ash] did not respond this time.
"Hyaa!"
"Guh..."
His left shoulder is destroyed by the great axe.
The tip of the great axe skewered Eltharion's belly as he fell backward.
It seems that she intends to sew him directly to the trunk of the oak tree behind him.
If he cannot move, he will be crushed.
"[World, sleep]"
Eltharion's golden eyes shine.
His blonde hair spreads in the darkness of the night, and a number of purple sparks scatter from his body.
A risky transformation.
He will return to his true form and kill this woman.
Eltharion's body swells and his white skin becomes that of a brown color.
Several fangs grow in his mouth and his legs become four horse legs.
Numerous [Rock Spears] spring up from under the feet of the red-haired female warrior, and a rope of ivy follows her around even as she lets go of the weapon and leaps backward.
Eltharion tries to transform his left hand into a great bow.
A bone spear.
By ejecting it, he can obliterate the upper half of the woman warrior's body.
Her escape route is limited by the [Rock Spear] and the ivy, forcing the woman into the line of fire of the bone spear.
The moment the woman appeared on the line of fire, Eltharion unleashed the killing blow.
"――――! …………"
The bone spear, which split the ground and took flight, literally made the upper half of the female warrior's body disappear.
As if she had been eaten from the head by a giant, only the lower half of her body remained in place, blood spurting out.
(Okay, I did it!)
The brain and heart were crushed at the same time.
With this, even if she is a equivalent of a king-class, she should die without being able to regenerate.
"Guh... aaaaaahhh!?"
However, after finishing off the woman, Eltharion felt a fatal, intense pain.
A wound in his shoulder.
A laceration on his left hand.
The three scars, which should have been completely subdued at one time, made a gurgling sound all at once the moment he went to his original form, undermining the bones and internal organs inside.
Eltharion was convinced that he had achieved symbiosis and had finished controlling the [Blue Ashes], but the unexpected erosion caused him to collapse on the spot.
The demon god's figure blurred, and the restraining effect of the [Blue Ashes] forced him back into human form.
After that, blue particles moved all together in the wound, as if just after being cut by a pseudo-holy sword, creating a tremendous and intense pain.
"Damn, it... why?"
He looks in front of him while clenching his teeth.
As expected, the female warrior he thought he had defeated this time, but for some reason, her lower body and upper body started to swell and regenerate.
The brain and heart must have been crushed.
Since the woman has only one set of brain and heart, he thought she would disappear.
What on earth, then...... was regenerating her?
At this time, Eltharion, partly due to the intense pain and partly due to feelings of impatience, was unable to realize that there was a being regenerating the woman warrior's body from afar.
Eltharion could not possibly know, but Patricia's body tissue is also part of Christopher's body. Even if the organs that control the regeneration of Patricia's body were destroyed, Christopher's brain and organs would automatically promote regeneration in her body tissues, so it would not be complete without killing Christopher at the same time.
"......, Gah...... aahhh!"
A birth cry is heard.
Muscles connect the figure of the woman's upper body, and she begins to move again.
Eltharion, who was on his knees and enduring severe pain, contorts his face and once again releases the limited power of the demon god.
The power that erupted entwined the female warrior's body with plants, rusting the silvery axe she was holding, entangling it with ivy and making it useless.
At that moment, Eltharion chose to retreat without hesitation.
The woman's body was held.
He also destroyed her weapons.
Now that he had greatly reduced her fighting ability, it should be difficult for her to advance any further, considering that a bone spear of the same power as before might fly at her once again.
And if she were to pursue him again, he would have more than enough chances to win if he fought an endurance battle in the poisonous gas zone of the swamp.
"Wait!"
The woman shouted in an angry tone.
However, only a fool would wait when told to wait.
Eltharion leaped backward twice, turned his back on the woman, and began to flee at once.
"Kuh, you've done it now! Thanks to you, you exposed my disgraceful side! I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you!"
The woman was so angry that she was screaming loudly from behind.
[Ora!] After a roar with no trace of dignity, the great axe eroded by ivy plants deeply pierces the back of the fleeing Eltharion.
He feels intense pain, and the weight of the axe nearly knocks him off balance, but he just barely manages to pull himself up and start running again.
"I've lost consciousness. But I won't fail next time. ――I won't let you go. Even if you can escape now, as long as I'm here, there is no place for you to be at peace. I'll chase you wherever you go, and one day I'll dump all of your brains on the ground!"
"If that's how you feel, you can chase me all the way to the swamp."
Eltharion mutters while running away.
No matter how immortal they are, if they are trapped in the misty labyrinth, they can't get out, so they're as good as dead. If she comes after him, Eltharion has a chance to win.
The woman's loud clicking of her tongue is faintly heard.
She seemed to have chosen to stay where she was despite the blood rushing to her head.
Eltharion, relieved for the moment, looked at the wound on his own shoulder as he dove into the mist of the swamp.
(For a moment, I was able to coexist with the [Blue Ash]... I think. But now it's back to normal. The [Blue Ash] is still devouring my bones and flesh.)
But once he [overcame] it.
By digging deep into successful experiences and unraveling why they were successful, true coexistence―― overcoming the [Blue Ash] becomes possible.
Eltharion touches the blue erosion that has risen from the wound on his shoulder to the nape of his neck.
Will the poison of the holy tree kill him first?
Or will he adapt himself to the holy tree first?
For now, he wanted to return to his precious partner and rest for a while.
(She was clearly more skilled than the self-proclaimed A-class adventurer I killed before. The group of four who controlled the pseudo-holy sword might not be able to match her.)
If he defeats a strong human individual, a stronger and more difficult to conquer individual will be sent to him.
He felt as if he had seen part of the horror of the human race with its nearly infinite number of people.
"Ugh... guh"
He vomited blood.
Black blood dripped from his chin, and his legs slowed as he ran through the swamp.
"Ugh..."
Eltharion staggered, his hands on the trunk of a nearby dead tree, breathing hard and repeatedly.
"...I can't fall down. I won't let you take anything more precious to me. Ulrika is mine."
Eltharion whispered so, and began to advance again through the white mist.
× × ×
"Kuh, he escaped."
Patricia, who had thrown away her axe, was stomping on the ground in the depths of the forest in an unmatured manner.
The purpose of tonight's pursuit was to show Christo how useful she is, rather than cutting off the root of trouble. However, at the last minute, Patricia showed her incompetence and her upper body was obliterated.
As a result, she survived with the help of Christo.
That fact was unforgivable to Patricia.
(I didn't have enough moves. I didn't have enough defensive power. Above all, I didn't have enough skills to crush the opponent. There is a limit to fighting with just physical ability. I need to strengthen my authority more, and be able to use magic at will, and then)
Patricia picks up the spare weapon she carried on her back.
(I need a more powerful weapon, not an armament made by combining a scrap of iron like this.)
In her vision, a rune stone pops out by itself from the pouch on her hip, and in Christo's handwriting, it bears the words [Come back as soon as you're done] in orange light letters.
"I, stupid, and weak!"
She hurls her frustration at a large rock nearby.
Patricia hit the rock as hard as she could, even though her right hand was crushed, and it exploded into pieces.
"Fu~, fu~, fu~ ......I’m sorry, Christo."
Patricia whispers the name of her forbidden love.
She was supposed to give him the credit, but after today's results, she's just useless.
Patricia thinks that she has no value other than offering him her big breasts and having him use her as a meat urinal.
(......It's no good. I have to calm down. It's a bad habit of mine to get angry and start attacking myself when I fail at something. Self-affirmation, self-affirmation...... Have confidence, Patricia. But, jeez! You, bastard!)
"Let's retreat for now, mapping my way back. There is a swamp just ahead. I shouldn't go any further. Then I should at least do my job."
Patricia shakes her head and ties a red string to the nearest oak tree and draws its position on a map of her own making.
As with any battlefield, once they have the map, they have the land. With a map created with Patricia's drawing ability, the human race should be able to easily extend their power to the swamp.
"A strong weapon, huh?"
Patricia picked up Eltharion's right arm from the ground.
Due to the erosion of the holy tree, Eltharion seemed unable to recall his right arm even though it was still alive.
(As I recall, there are skilled blacksmiths in the royal city of Yggdrasil who use materials from the demon race to create magic swords and magic armors.)
He had overheard Princess Yufimia telling Setanta about this before.
Patricia picked up her backpack, which was lying on the ground, and pulled out a spare shirt from inside.
For some reason, the clothes are being regenerated along with the body.
Therefore, this shirt was intended to wrap the material that was to become the material for the magic weapon that Patricia was going to use.
She wonders what kind of effect the weapon made from the material of Eltharion's arm will have.
Patricia was more interested in strong weapons than most people, so it was impossible not to be delusional.
(It costs a lot of money to create a magic weapon. I don't want to burden Christo, and I have to earn it myself somehow.)
So far, all the prize money she has won from the painting competition has been contributed to the hero family.
So she has no money.
(Speaking of making money for struggling students, selling portraits is a good way to make money, but there is no way I can accumulate money from portraits, so what can I do?)
Patricia takes out multiple knives from the leather holder on her chest that has been restored―― and floats them all at once.
Patricia's red hair was tightly wrapped around the handle of the knife.
"Die"
With a snap of her fingers, the levitated knives shift in space.
They stabbed and killed every single wolf that was hiding behind the trees and watching her.
If she used this technique, there was a risk that he would find out that Patricia was related to Christo.
Hence, she could not use it.
(I won't let you get away next time. You are my prey. I will do whatever it takes to turn you into a piece of meat.)
"Fufufufufu……"
The knives return around Patricia, who laughs eerily.
Patricia checks the surroundings for survivors, then turns on her heel and leaves the forest square.
× × ×
The next morning, Christo, who had received a letter from Eltharion during the night expressing his desire to see him, was alone, heading for the end of the middle layer of the forest.
The monsters of the shallow layer had been completely swept away and Netzel's private army was in full control.
After halfway through the middle layer, they were in the process of mapping while hunting monsters.
Since Patricia made a map and returned last night, the subjugation team was planning to advance to the depths during today's hunting.
"Hey, Christo!"
"――Pontus?"
When he was about to leave the early part of the middle layer, the voice of his childhood friend, a farmer, echoed from behind him.
When he turned around, as expected, a young man with a simple face―― Pontus was running toward him.
"Where are you going, Christo?"
"Just to the end of the middle layer of the forest. I don't want you to follow me."
"Why? You're going to find Ulrika, aren't you? I know. I'm going with you, too. She's my precious wife...... or rather my lover. With an [ex]."
"Ulrika?"
Christo frowns. [Isn't Ulrika in the village?]
"No. Everyone in the village is in an uproar. The herbalist is screaming around the village as if she had lost her mind, looking for Ulrika."
"Where did she go? Do you have an idea?"
"I don't know. The forest. Someone saw her go into the forest a few days ago. They said they cleared most of the monsters out yesterday, so I thought I'd go look for Ulrika."
"I see."
As Christo wondered what to do, he suddenly smelled the scent of monster-repellent incense in his nose.
Looking in the direction of the forest depths, he saw the presence of a woman approaching toward him from the other side of the animal trail. These footsteps, this body odor, were from Ulrika.
"Christo?"
"Pontus, Ulrika is coming back. Over there."
"What? ――Ulrika! Ulrika!"
Pontus shouted loudly as he waded through the branches and headed toward the path.
Christo followed him toward the path and saw Ulrika walking toward them from behind the trees.
"Ulrika!"
"Ah, Pontus. And Christo."
"Ah, Pontus. It's not that! Where have you been? Everyone was worried about you! Your grandmother was half-crazy when she heard about you――"
Pontus's words trailed off in mid-sentence.
His little eyes were fixed on the basket Ulrika was carrying under her arm.
"Did you go see Eltharion again?"
"Eh…...? Um, w-wrong......"
"Liar! You went to see him! Look at me in the eye and tell me."
"…………"
"I told you not to go see him anymore. There are mercenaries and adventurers hunting him in the forest. If you stay with him, they'll kill you too."
"It has nothing to do with Pontus."
"It doesn't matter!"
Pontus' face turned red and grabbed Ulrika's shoulder.
"Hey, Pontus. Stop right there. Ulrika has to go back to the village now."
"Christo, you shut up!"
Pontus said coldly and turned to Ulrika.
"Hey, Ulrika. Forget about him. You're part of our village. It's us who will live together."
"That's not true ......You're wrong. I can no longer live with you."
"H-ha? What are you talking about?"
"Pontus. I decided to live with Eltharion. I will have Eltharion change me into an elf and I will live with him."
"W-what!?"
"I will leave the village. I'll be leaving this territory soon. I will pack my things as soon as I return to the village today."
"Y―― you idiot!"
Pontus punches Ulrika on the cheek.
"Hey, Pontus"
"Shut up! Hey, Ulrika. You were deceived by Eltharion. I don't know what he told you, but there is no way that monsters and humans can get along."
"It has nothing to do with Pontus. This is between me and Eltharion. The only person who can say anything is the old woman, who will be inconvenienced by my absence."
"I don't give a damn!"
Pontus leaned over Ulrika and grabbed her thin shoulder.
"I still love you! …The first time, it ended up with something like that, and I had to bring the baby to the swamp. It was a failure, but we should be able to do it again!"
"I'm not. I had no choice but to have s*x with you at the orgy. After that, I was only going to marry you because my grandmother told me to. But I thought I had withdrawn that."
"Choose me, Ulrika! I beg you, don't tell me you're going to Eltharion!"
"Pontus. I love Eltharion. I don't want him to be alone. I will live with him."
"What about me?"
"You have many friends besides me."
"Do not be silly!"
Pontus punches Ulrika down again and stands up.
This time, Ulrika seemed to have been hit in the wrong place and her mouth was cut, and she was spitting blood.
Seeing that, Pontus, on the contrary, made an expression as if he had made up his mind.
"A person who associates with monsters is a witch."
"...A witch is a minion of the devil, isn't it? Eltharion is different."
"It's no different. Eltharion is an elf. He's a devil. He's our enemy. ――Because of him, our village was in a mess. He gave us ruthless orders to offer sacrifices from above, like he was high and mighty!"
"Eltharion is a gentle man."
"You're crazy"
Pontus staggered back from Ulrika, who stared straight back at him.
Then he turns on his heel and runs back the way he came.
"Hey, Pontus! Wait! Have a proper dialogue with Ulrika!"
"Shut up!"
Pontus turned around with an angry face.
"Ulrika was fascinated by Eltharion, she's a witch! The Holy Tree Church doesn't allow witches!"
"Hey, hey……"
"You go away, you witch! You...... you're gonna get skewered by the Inquisition!"
"Hey, what are you talking about!"
"Christo, it's fine. It's my fault."
He tried to follow Pontus as he ran away, but before he could do so, he was pulled by Ulrika.
"But..."
"It's no secret. I toyed with Pontus' pure heart. Even if I didn't mean to, I ended up making him unhappy...... I deserve to be blamed."
"What are you going to do now? Are you going to leave this land with Eltharion? He doesn't have long to live."
"I'm the only one left. All his friends are dead. If I'm not there, he'll die alone."
"I see. You made your decision."
"Yes."
Ulrika nodded and stood up.
"I'm going back to the village. I'll pack my things and leave. I heard you were going to make a ledger, and I'm sorry to cause you trouble."
"It hasn’t been made yet, so it hasn’t caused any trouble."
In front of Christo, who was looking at her with a troubled gaze, Ulrika gathered the contents of the scattered basket, and when she had finished picking them all up, she began to stagger about.
After confirming that her back had disappeared behind the trees, Christo once again started walking towards the depths of the forest to meet Eltharion.
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