It's not so much about reincarnated characters!

An eerie silence filled the conference room.

No one was willing to say anything when they heard Nacht's words. Everyone looked down with grave faces and just remained silent.

Their emotions were evident in their expressions. They didn't want to say anything, and that's what they were telling me.

Grace's voice broke the silence.

''Hmmm, Nacht-chan wants to hear the nightmare of the elven village. But you are a traveler. There are some of us who do not want to get involved in the affairs of the village because we are mere outsiders.

In a stern voice, Grace spun the words.

She boasted of her village's shameful sorrow and even asked for help. I am proud of my shameful misgivings and even beg for help from some unknown person who just arrived in my village yesterday. Of course, I am grateful for last night's incident. But you don't plan to live in this village, do you?　So why do we have any reason to get into the most dangerous nuisance of all?

Nacht sees Grace's gaze, which doesn't seem hostile at all for his tone, and he is satisfied.

He himself probably doesn't have that much concern for Nacht himself. That's why the words he just said are probably on behalf of those who are here.

Tell me a convincing reason, huh?

I thought I had already made that clear, but it seems that Nacht's rough explanations won't convince anyone.

''Hm. Then again - my name is Nacht Shateng. I am the Dragon Man of the Spiritual Spiritual Dragon and the Lord of Aisha and Shtel. That I have no reason to be involved?　Quite, well, it makes me laugh.

A condescending, mocking, smile appears on Nacht's true face.

Nacht says to the bewildered elves, not giving them time to chew on the word "dragonborn,

'Aisha is the son of Floria, a native of this village, and my beloved squire. That homeland has been overrun, why is that not a reason to get involved?

It was a violent word.

Everyone was taken in by such words.

Nacht continued, not even looking at the pressured faces.

Nacht continued: "Shtel is my beloved son, and he has suffered for twenty years in the past to fulfill his duties as the chief of this village. For you, of all people - the source of that suffering!　d*mn it!　It was me!　You think I'm just going to give you a free pass?　So much for, well, insulting!

Nacht says, stifling his rage as much as possible.

The intimidation that unconsciously rushed through him hit the air, the room, the skin.

But that's it.

The person to direct it at was not the elves in front of him.

'I'm sorry, I guess I lost a bit of self-control--'

Suddenly, the tense air dissipated. Nacht said that as if he was ashamed of himself.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

You can't talk to Sylphy like this.

I'm sorry, I was the one who was rude to you. Nacht-chan, don't mind me.

Nahat looks at the old man, who is still aloof from the pressure he has just been put under, with an amused look on his face.

I guess we're always the ones who are not prepared enough. It's a shame, isn't it?

It was only for a moment that there was an echo of deep regret. Stroking his white beard, Grace continued, aloof.

Some of our comrades have suffered because of our lack of resolve. We must do our best to prevent a repeat of this tragedy.

Ha, ha. Haha. Don't be so pessimistic. A being that controls a death curse is a substandard entity.

It's a natural disaster, so to speak.

Rather, the damage is too minor to be questioned.

Being able to deal with a death curse means that they are able to destroy one or two great powers with a single hand. It is more of an impossible task to ask them to deal with it.

Even if the elves were not closed and asked for reinforcements from the surrounding nations, the result would be the same as now. You can be sure of that.

"Then it's up to me to deal with him. Now you can tell me. You're going to tell me what happened here 20 years ago.

You're not going to be able to do that.

What time would that be?

'Oh, Mr. Zochosama!　Hey, hey, Zichou-sama! I can hear Seiree-sama's voice now.

"Ho-ho. Well, that's something to look forward to. I'm sure you'll make a good friend.

I was only a mere child, and now I'm called a chief.

'Zokuchou-sama, are you going for a walk?　Then let's all play together!　

No, Mr. Zokucho, you can't... uh, you know...　And I'm going to be busy with that?

How long have I been in this position of being respected and cared for, even by the children?

When did I get to a position where I was respected and cared for, even by my children?

Long and short, short and long again.

Long, long, but short.

A life of repeated moments like that, and that long path was Olivier Feil Synthesia.

'Thank you for the lovely invitation. But I'm a little busy right now. I hope you'll include me in your ranks again when you get a chance.

Perhaps it was because of his young appearance that he was seen in the same age group, but Olivier was missed by the child.

Stroking the child with an innocent smile, Olivier softly said goodbye.

Days that never change.

Days of peace.

Days of stagnation.

Not rich, not poor, not rich, not poor, but living, aging, and dying in such a place, Olivier simply fulfills his promise.

A promise to the first brave man, to whom she owes a great debt of gratitude.

As he walks along the path of the village where the spirits drift through the sky, there is one shadow that he sees unexpectedly.

To such a shadow, Olivier threw a voice at it.

''Hi, Floria. Thank you for your constant and unchanging watch over the forest - isn't it boring if you don't have any abnormalities day in and day out?

It's not that. It was just the other day - that's it?　About a year ago, I think it was about a year ago, there was a Rose Bear, and there was a lot of commotion. I mean, is it okay for you to say you're bored, little girl?

The severely childish, round twin eyes wavered slightly. The spirit carried the wind leisurely, and Olivier stood with such a breeze, leaving his sleek limbs, dancing hair, and robe covering his entire body in a graceful manner.

I'm a little girl. Well, it's not bad to be called that, but not in front of everyone, okay?

You're going to lose more of your unearned dignity," said Olivier, jokingly.

I know what you mean, Chief. The nicknames are a sign of affection, you know?　And you don't need any dignity for a little girl, she adores you for what you are.

''Hmmm, you're a sweet girl, Floria. The guardians of this generation are so good that I seem to have completely turned into a bored man.

Ha, that's nice and peaceful. My mission is to protect the World Tree Forest. Compared to the mission of the Chieftain, which I don't know how long it will last, it's quite easy.

What, I don't live for that, either. What could be more fun than watching young people grow up?

I'm just wondering how long you've been retired.

'Hmm, two maidens. That's it, Floria.

'Certainly, yes. Two maidens, huh? I'm old enough to want to be in hot love too!

On your side, longevity is a difficult thing to achieve. I hope that one day Floria will find someone to whom she can turn her scorching love for.

As a long-lived species, the elves are a race that can live up to eight hundred years at the shortest, and a thousand years at the longest.

Therefore, their ability to reproduce is extremely low. Their ability to reproduce is extremely low.

But that is why.

The love of the elves is hot.

Only with a hot, burning love, can the species of elves produce children.

The genes are seared by fiery love and leave a seed.

Therefore, those of elven descent, whether half- or quartered, are welcomed without exception. After all, an elf child must be the fruit of love for the elves at the end of their love affair.

I'd like to try it someday! A real love that burns your body.

'Enraptured,' says Floria.

''-- Isn't there anything like that, Chieftain-sama?

'Huh, I don't have to think about it, but I have an irreplaceable, soul-burying presence that I can't replace any more!

Yes, that's right, you're hot again.

Olivia smiles back at Floria, who mutters in disgust.

'Do you envy me?　Then you should find one. The one to whom you will give your all.

Olivier had a mature smile on his face, unbecoming of a young girl.

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From the point of view of the inhabitants of the outside world, this is a very disturbing place. That would be an objective assessment of the Geraria Forest.

Even if you take a look at a single piece of vegetation, it's a forest that seems to be overflowing with cannibalistic plants. That is why there are many people who look at the forest with a negative feeling.

However, the World Tree, which rises far above us, and its surroundings are different.

This is the place where you can receive the benefits of the world tree to the fullest extent and at any time of the year, no matter what time of the year, it is a fantastic place where flowers bloom every season.

Flower spores flew toward the gaps in the trees as they spread their deep green branches and leaves, and a blizzard of flowers rode the wind through the sky.

No matter how many times I looked at it, no matter how many times I felt it, it was a sight I could never get tired of.

While I was in the middle of watching such a scene, a voice suddenly carried me.

''Olivier, you're late.......Lulu, you're bored.......''

It's so delicate that it's almost vanishingly delicate, so lovely that it almost breaks. The soft tones that would make the heart tremble are hazy, filled with the best kind of grumpiness.

'Don't be so sulky, Lulu. We were just stopping off for a bit.

Olivier, he's not coming. Lulu, I've been bored for a year.　

A small spirit, with dark green hair dominating, puffs out its cheeks and exaggeratedly expresses its dissatisfaction.

''Lulu's still lonely as ever! I was just chatting with Floria for a bit. I think Lulu should just get along with everyone without being so dour, right?

Yeah. Lulu, it's just Olivier. Besides, small talk?　What did you tell him, leaving Lulu out of it?

At Lulu's reproachful gaze, Olivier was inwardly a little flabbergasted. For a spirit that is said to have a weak ego, she is a very possessive child.

''That's right, well, there are two girls, right?　The topic of conversation is obviously a love story.

In a playful way, Olivier says.

'Mmm, so you and Lulu can talk about love, too.

Do you have any cravings for spirits and love stories... or is that what you want, Lulu?

As he said this, Lulu, who had been sitting a bit on the branch of a large tree, threw herself into the air and floated up, then came around behind Olivier and put her hand around him.

'Check, see?'

Lulu's breath touched my ear.

Lulu stroked a tickling stroke around my chest and gently placed her hand on my chin and was forced to look up.

Out of the upward gaze, Lulu's small face was beside her.

''Wait, Lulu?''

Olivier was confused by Lulu, who was extremely aggressive. Unlike Lulu, who has an indifferent expression, Olivier's cheeks got a little hotter.

''Olivier and I will have a love story,''

''This ... hmm ... not a love story ...''

However, Lulu would flirt with them somewhat happily. The spirits of the World Tree are somewhat different in nature from the four great spirits. Unlike the four great spirits who live in the law and order, Lulu, who lives in the great tree, may be more conscious as a living being than them.

I'm not going to be able to get rid of it.

''We're not talking about anything else then. Besides, a love story is usually about a man and a woman, right?

The idea that girls can't fall in love with each other is a fantasy.

Lulu was floating in the air as she said this.

Perhaps because they have been by each other's side since they were both still small children, Olivier said his usual routine to the spirit who had become awfully human.

''Huh--and by the way, how's the door?''

Hmm, nothing. It's not moving, no one is coming, as usual - are you going to see it?　That motionless door.

If it's all clear, that's fine. I'll have to go back and clean it out sometime.

How long will you keep the same thing for two or five hundred years - that disgusting thing on Lulu's back?

Forever, I guess. Yeah, or until the brave men come to visit.

The last time I was here was about two thousand two hundred and a bit ago. Olivier is very disciplined. The first generation is dead.

But that's just it, Lulu. Even Lulu was fond of the brave man, wasn't she?

The Forest of Geraria, supported by the World Tree.

The people of this forest, who are entrusted with the blessings of Lulu, have two things to protect.

There are two things they must protect: Lulu, the World Tree, which was given to them by a brave man, and a door that connects the spaces where only three doors exist in the world.

If the guardian's role is to protect the forest, then it is Olivier's role to protect the door.

''Hmm, but--that's not something that Olivier or Lulu can use. That's why no one will come. Olivier can be more relaxed, more relaxed.

'Lulu's sweet. Well then, shall we go somewhere together for a visit once in a while?

'　Are you sure?

Somewhere, Lulu's inorganic eyes seemed to shine.

'Lulu's a tree, so she wouldn't be able to move without me, and you'd get bored with just the familiar scenery every day, wouldn't you?　--and, come to think of it, we've been here the whole time. The brave man won't get mad at you for taking a little break.

The guardian of that door - it was a request, if possible. I'm not going to be forced to do that.

It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to get a good deal more than you think.

'When the season has passed and it's warm--I'll push everything on Floria and we can do a stray elf imitation.

He looks at Lulu as she drifts in the air and laughs lightly as she looks up at him. The way he and Lulu laugh together is that of a child planning a prank.

''Hmm, fun -- good luck, securing magic power for Lulu.''

I'll take my time with it now.

"Hmm, I promise...

Yeah, I promise.

It was a small promise Olivier and Lulu had made to each other.