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Well-maintained forests are just far easier to live in than naturally entrusted forests, and are friendly to both animals and plants.

From among the moderately felled trees, several muscles of sunlight are pouring down to overlap. The spirits seem to be taking a relaxing nap, too.

Originally the climate is between the tropics and the arid zone, but the elves' long-standing efforts maintain as much nature as they can see. And we called this vast forest the "Green Garden".

It settled on race at all times and was remembered as an elf country.

As an elf, I'm not very willing to claim territory, but as soon as I leave it to other races, especially races, I vandalize the forest. So the old elders used that misconception to spread the perception that it was vaguely an elf country, so that the race would not enter the Green Garden.

Numerous great rivers flowing out of the Midal Mountains took the place of the border line and were naturally divided.

There are two deep countries associated with elves. One is the Cordea Union, which sandwiches the Romroldo River to the east. The other is Lakerell, which sandwiches two great rivers southwest: the Grilla and the Krell.

The Cordea Coalition has a lot of gotagota, and as an elf, we keep our distance, so we discount it.

Lakerell, a mountain and lake country, is currently a highly interactive country, including trade and the provision of planting technology.

As its name suggests, it is the largest country north of the Midal Mountains, bordered by mountains between 1000 m and 2000 m and Lake Muzzle, the largest lake on the continent.

However, if you consider the Green Garden Garden as a country, it will be the second in area. Given the most population and facilities, I can assure you that I am the number one nation without complaining.

Above all, we actively installed Shift Room, a secret Kazmus art that believes in Kazmus, the god who rules space north of the Midal Mountains.

The Kazmus' divine magic is quite special.

Most non-Kazmus divine magic is a technique that has effects such as healing, treatment, and encouragement, but most Kazmus Kazmus Kazmus magic works the same way as grant logic. A typical object is a space storage grant, such as an item bag.

I've also done a little research on space storage, but the results were scattered and I didn't know anything. I have a good idea why there are no specialist researchers.

Research.

Yes, in fact, I rarely admired the study of science for elves, and I was apprenticed by Master Zergius, the pioneer of that path.

The master was of a shorter life expectancy, so he has already died of life expectancy.

He Zergius was the great researcher who advocated and proved the theory of unity to all the forces that until then seemed to fall apart, such as "magic", "magic", "fighting law", or "spiritual magic".

There are many achievements of Master Zergius, but the biggest and better known of them would be the concept of "theory", announced with the unification of the theory.

Until then, it showed a major theoretical trajectory to a force that was thought to be a monstrous force of incomprehensibility. Although it is not yet fully elucidated, there is no longer any chance that the Master's theory is greatly incorrect.

Only "divine magic" has not been treated as a theory for religious reasons, but it is clear that it is one of the theories in which the power of third parties intervenes if the theory of the master is applied. Whether you didn't think that you would ever bother to turn a religious relationship on your enemies, or if you studied it in depth, you decided that you would reach nature. In the University of Arts (formerly: University of Magic), divine magic is treated differently.

If we fundamentally try to study kamikaze magic, we need to work with the users of kamikaze magic, but there is no way that we can study it because Heuris, Termias, and Aigas, the three largest religions in the world, disappointingly surround the users of kamikaze magic. So I guess I decided to ignore it when it comes to Kamikaze magic.

What we know at the moment is that suddenly we can't use Kamikaze magic, and we must be able to use fantasy first. This is also currently the case with regard to other religious theocracy.

……

He's got a bad habit of me.

You won't have to think about research until you get home for the first time in a long time.

I felt like I was still an elf walking in the woods with a refreshing breeze. Anyway, the guy named Research Facility was a cave with tons of books, experimental equipment, and wooden plates piled up in a dimly closed space.

When I take a deep breath, the Spirit of the Wind carries a large amount of Phyton Chid with the service all over my lungs. The spirits danced happily when I laughed.

It's been seventy years since I've been back on this land?

He left home, studied, apprenticed to his master, and at some point became the most apprentice, and the great master died, and walked around research institutes and schools across the continent to spread that feat, taking his teaching whip, and finally the world accepted science as a matter of course.

Already, science is a common object, and even if I don't teach and walk, research has started to progress in each area. I'm sure the master will be pleased. Reminds me of my shivering master's face with his beard.

And the repayment to my master was over, and once I returned to Lakerell's College of Arts and Sciences, I filed for separation.

I really wanted to take a long vacation, but because of this, I want to take it slow on a decade-long basis. It was just not within the scope of a suspension in a university run by a human race. I've been a little worried, but I just want to go home and show my parents my face. Will you both be happy with my performance?

Whoa, there was another bad habit going on.

Looking around again, the familiar Oki was spreading leaves gently.

"I'm home, guys"

As an elf, I left the interior at an unusually young age, so I don't remember much, but if I came to a garden-like forest where I had just spent my childhood, I would recall those being the trees that were watching over me. That would be home ahead of us.

My home was built a little off in the settlement, so I haven't met anyone yet.

As an elf house, still approaching a fairly new wooden house, a large sheet flickered on the rope stretched on the tree branch.

As I approached early, I opened the front door as much as I could.

"I'm home!

It was my home that didn't change one thing. Nostalgic scent and nostalgic sight. Standing in front of the little cunt is...

"Mother!"

My mother, who rocked Emerald Blue's long hair and turned here, was kyotong long enough to throw a stone in the distance and fall to the ground, but gradually its face blossomed.

"Lalaila ~?"

Neither did I. My mother and I hugged each other.

――――

"Yes, you've worked really hard."

Hit the correlation in a relaxed tone, as always.

I kept listening to my story, Luluil. Mother always seemed happy.

He made me tea and rice along the way, but listened to me as I worked on it. I was going to help, but when it was my mother's job to pick me up, I was easily turned down.

On my way home, I greeted everyone in the settlement who knew I was coming to take my place.

And I went back to talk to everyone after tomorrow. I guess you cared.

Dinner made of ingredients that everyone brought over was, of course, a treat.

The Elf way of life is a group life where people who are good at what they do and support each other. Those who are good at hunting do the hunting and distribute it to the villagers, while those who are good at brewing alcohol make the liquor and distribute it to everyone.

Communities that tend to forget that they live in a people-centred society are both itchy and delightful.

I was a little embarrassed that night, but I slept in bed with my mother.

I could hardly sleep in the futon and went on to talk about it all, and the last fact I found out was surprising.

"And your father's out hunting again? It's been a long time since you've been out there."

Actually, I didn't write to you about this homecoming. I wanted to surprise you.

"That's it."

My mother continued slowly. I was stunned when I heard all the stories.

"Huh? You haven't been home in over fifty years?!

Even though they are strange elves with a sense of time, they are just too long.

"That's why I missed you."

That's what she says and she hugs me all the time, Mother.

"What did Dad go out to?

You're supposed to be in training.

"... so is that."

He was famous in the settlement as a weirdo elf who was only interested in working out his body for a long time.

"See, you wrote to me fifty years ago?"

"... I don't know which one it is because I write letters all the time."

Still a bit of a loose conversation.

"Um, your master's dead - something like that"

"Oh, you're talking about that. Yeah. I did get it out, though?

"So, your father said that Lalaila - thought she'd be home soon - would come out for a bit of training"

"If I thought I'd be home soon, I wish you'd wait."

"Oh? I forgot ~? Elves are a little bit on an annual basis ~"

Yes, it was. I forget that I've always lived among people.

"Because I want to do a little full-time training - if Lalaila is coming back - she says it's just fine"

Is that so? My mother and mother, but my father is too mypaced.

"I missed you both because you weren't coming home."

"If you'd just sent me a letter, I'd have gone back."

"Because - Lalaila is a fine job - and your father - can't get a letter from us."

I held my eyebrows down gently. My head hurts.

"Is there a letter coming from your father?

"Occasionally ~"

Hmm. I'm too long for an elf. My mother is pathetic.

"It's okay, I'm home."

"Yeah. Glad to hear that."

I was hugged again. I was going to tell you a little more, but I fell asleep at some point in the nostalgic scent.

――――

Then five years.

My mother and I lived relaxed.

The elves are conceived of by the settlements as one family. So some people work and others relax.

I lived as a teacher who taught adults to read and write. The food is brought to me by hunter-loving elves. It's a society where people can do what they can. It took me a while to get that feeling back.

Do you have one letter a year from my father?

It's also about "defeated Durahan" or "defeated Muspel" but mostly it was just a winning report. Do you have any words to think of your mother?

... though it might be useless to ask my fleshly father for it.

I haven't received a letter from my father in a long time, but rarely did it contain any local understandable wording. From there it became almost certain that my father was in the northwest of the continent.

So I decided to go out and find my father. My mother was with me for five years too, so it would be enough.

Two conditions were attached when traveling.

One is to come back every twenty years even if my father can't find me.

The other thing is to come home with me as soon as I find my father.

Of course, I promised because I intended to.

And......

On a clear day in the sky, all the people in the settlement dropped me off, and I traveled.