I Became a Soul Eater

It took me almost a year to fully learn the elven language. Of course, it’s a complete learning, and I gradually came to understand it well.

In the meantime, it wasn’t only the elven language that I learned. Because there is also the private life of Amari El, the only elf I can talk to. I only learned when she let me.

In his spare time, he traveled around the elven villages and studied the lives of the elves. As is known, elves, male and female, were beautiful and were good at shooting arrows. To be precise, their archery combined with elemental magic produced terrifying power.

Most of the elves were elementalists. In particular, there were many elves who signed a contract with the wind or water spirits, so the archery with the help of the wind spirits was able to penetrate targets several hundred meters away even if they just closed their eyes and fired. At first, I doubted that this was archery. At worst, even if you turn around and shoot in the opposite direction, the spirit moves the arrow to hit the target.

However, to say that their archery skills are excellent is that even elves who can’t use spirits shoot arrows well. In particular, the bow manufacturing method was very unique, and excellent bows were made.

Although he roughly listened to and learned how to make it, it was problematic for humans to follow it the same way. It took more than 10 years for an elven bow to be made. Too inefficient.

And perhaps, I learned a secret of the elves that no human would know. The most outstanding skill of the elves was pharmacy. As a species living with nature, they knew the uses of numerous plants and developed them into medicine.

According to Amari El, the life expectancy of an average elf is a little over 200 years. However, there is a medicine that elves take almost every day. This is what can be called the purification of the elven refinement technique, and it is said that if you wear this, you will be healthy and your lifespan will increase. So elves consequently live for over 300 years.

Surprisingly, the medicine that the elves took every day, called ‘Elpylai’, did not contain any ingredients. However, when making medicine, use the spirit of water. I learned the manufacturing recipe over my shoulder, but it was useless because I couldn’t use the spirit. However, I memorized recipes for many medicines that did not use spirits just in case.

In fact, there is nothing left to do in the elven village, but I was still staying in the elven village. Should I say it’s a life unique to elves? I liked the relaxed and peaceful life different from humans. As if I were a spirit, I spent quite a long time helping Amari El in the elven village.

But one day, Amari El said something out of the blue to me.

“Would you like to sign a contract with me?”

Frisen is the name Amari El calls me. It literally means a free spirit.

[I am not a spirit.]

“Of course I know. But I have a feeling I can sign a contract now.”

Did I become a spirit without even knowing it? If I made a contract, would I have to live here with Amari El for about 200 years? I thought a lot. Elves don’t talk nonsense, so there must be something.

[Could I have become a spirit?]

“That’s definitely not it. But it’s not like it’s not a spirit.”

Elves don’t like this. I like something vaguely expressive.

[Then anti-spirit?]

“Would you like to meet the World Tree Friesen?”

World Tree Was there one in this town? I’ve been living in this elven village for over two years, but I haven’t seen it. Of course I heard the story. It was a huge tree, and the elves said it was a god-like concept.

[How far is it?]

As far as I know, the only place in the western continent where such a big tree could be found is the Great Forest or the Dragon Mountains. If it had been elsewhere, there would have been a record.

“Here it is.”

Amariel replied with a smile.

I followed Amari El to the village center near the elder’s house. The elf chief is the only high elf in this village. Well, that doesn’t mean they look different or live with normal elves. The house is just a little bigger.

But it’s incredibly strong. He can use all four elemental spirits of earth, fire, wind, and water, and his swordsmanship is master level or higher. I haven’t seen his strength, but I can only guess that if he decides to fight, he will be at the same level as the Demon Beast King I know.

The destination was a small vacant lot behind the elder’s house. It was a place I usually passed without thinking. It’s the same with elves.

There was a small tree about two feet tall. Of course I knew that too.

“You are the World Tree.”

[Is this tree?]

I was embarrassed when Amari El looked at the small sapling so naturally and said it was a world tree. No, shouldn’t this be the case when you put up a fence at least and take care of it normally?

“Come closer to the World Tree.”

I approached the World Tree as instructed. Even looking at it up close, I have no idea that this is the world tree.

“Meet the World Tree.”

no, we’ve already met Elves don’t like this. Despite my internal complaints, Amari El had a calm face as if nothing had happened.

[No, only how…]

Before I finished speaking, I was in front of the World Tree. Not that little seedling. It was in front of a huge tree that I couldn’t measure how big it was.

I couldn’t do anything No words came out and I couldn’t move. Should we call it an expansion of consciousness? I can’t exactly describe it in words, but I felt like I could write a part of my soul that I hadn’t written. By the time I felt that way, I was back in front of the little sapling.

There was no Amari El around. On the way back to Amari El’s house, she began to see things she hadn’t seen before. They are not souls, but they are similar, but more energetic beings. Maybe that was a spirit.

When I returned home, Amari El greeted me with a big smile.

“congratulation.”

[Have I become a spirit now?]

“no. You are still not a spirit.”

[Then what am I?]

“A freesen is just a freesen.”

Oh, I hate it. just make sure

[So you’re saying there’s no one like me?]

“It is and it is not.”

If I were a human and had an expression, I would be glaring at Amari El as if I were going to kill him.

[Now I can see the spirits too.]

“I will.”

[Then can I make a contract with the spirit?]

“no. But just ask and they will listen.”

Even this is somehow ambiguous. I continued to ask questions and heard answers like Zen dialogues. After talking like that for almost a week, my conclusion is that I have become a spirit similar to a spirit.

The wandering spirits without making a contract with anyone certainly listened to my request. Of course, it is not unconditional. Unreasonable requests or things that were contrary to their inclinations were not accepted.

Anyway, since I can use the spirits, my skills have increased a little, so it wasn’t a bad thing. Amari El asked me again a few days later if I would like to sign a contract, but I declined.

Thinking about doing that stuffy elven-style Seon dialogue for over 200 years made me feel like the stew I had eaten in my life was running down my throat.

I thought I should leave this elven village soon. I’m curious about how Ether lives after getting married, and if you’re lucky, you might be able to meet the Demon Beast King who went out to the human world. And there are still many places in the world I haven’t been to.

I said goodbye to Amari El. When I asked if he needed anything like gold coins or jewels just in case, he surprisingly liked it very much.

He said he didn’t need the gold coins themselves, but it was difficult to find gold or jewelry here. He brought out a lot of gold coins and jewels from subspace.

Then, Amari El brought an elven bow and various medicines that she had obtained from somewhere. Well, I don’t need it, but I didn’t have gold coins or jewelry because I needed them, but they were given to me, so I put them in a subspace.

That’s how life in the elven village ended and I got out of the Great Forest. Just in case, I searched the villages and cities around the Great Forest to find the Demon Beast King, but I couldn’t find it.

On the way back to the palace of Venus, I suddenly remembered and stopped by the Viscountry who lived in my life. It seems that his father had already passed away, and his eldest brother had inherited the estate and was running it. I didn’t know if the butler had died or retired, but it seemed that the situation in the estate was worse than before, perhaps because there was no butler.

My tomb, which had been made at least roughly, had already left no traces, as if no one was taking care of it.

My eldest brother’s children, my nieces and nephews by nature, were quite old, but looking at their souls, they were of poor quality. Perhaps in the next generation, the Viscounty will disappear like my grave.

When I returned to the Palace of Venus, Ether had already given birth to a son. I tried to talk to the baby lying in the cradle a few times, just in case, but it didn’t seem to respond, so I didn’t seem to have inherited the talent for understanding my words.

I stayed for a few days and looked around the palace, but I left the palace with only a letter to Ether saying that I was going on a trip again because it seemed that I had nothing to do and that if I indicated that I had returned, the king would take on the troublesome task again.

I stopped by the Duke of Agass to make sure Elizabeth wasn’t crying, but she was enjoying a seemingly very happy newlywed life. thank god. No longer killed the sire.

My next goal is actually a place where nobody really cares. I found this place while looking at the history of the Mage Tower. In the northwestern part of Venus, there is a long history called Prisoner Baron, but there is no special power and a small manor.

The first head of the Prisoner Baron family was a fairly competent wizard who remained in the history of the Mage Tower, but he was a person who delved into only one type of magic.

The magic he was immersed in was preservation magic. Of course, it’s a useful magic, but it’s a magic that’s not very difficult, so it’s a bit like that kind of magic to focus on one.

Usually, among attack magic and common magic, magic that is more difficult or worth money is studied, and few wizards study conservation magic.

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So, the first head of the Prisoner family also bought a lot of ridicule among wizards, and as a result, it is said that he left the Mage Tower and returned to his manor and ended his life there.

If you look at this far, there is no reason to visit Baron Prisoner. By the way, the mansion of the Prisoner family is a little famous. It is said that the mansion built by the first family head is still in good condition after more than 150 years since it was built. You could say it was because of the good maintenance, but I was interested in hearing that the house built by the first family head who studied preservation magic was maintained for such a long time.

So, the next destination was the Prisoner family mansion. After a few weeks of traveling, I arrived at my destination and was a bit disappointed when I saw the Prisoner Mansion.

It was because there was no trace of magic anywhere in the mansion.

[Really maintaining this mansion for 150 years with only maintenance?]

The mansion still looked like a new building. Doubts were not erased. The descendants of the Prisoner family were still making a living with preservation magic.

Since it is such a small outskirts territory, it seemed to be able to operate with the occasional preservation magic request. In fact, the talent of the current head of household was not bad in terms of the soul. Even if he went to the Mage Tower, he would have become a high-ranking wizard.

So, as always, I decided to do what I am good at. dug into the basement of the mansion. My choice was not wrong. In the basement of the mansion there was a long passage leading down.

After going down the passage quite deep, a fairly large cellar appeared. The cellar was decorated like a bedroom of a wealthy nobleman, and an old man was lying on the bed.