The Magus of Genesis

"Wow! It's really shriveling!

"I'm sorry you shriveled."

Raised his hands and returned them to a surprising herd of blue in a loud motion, and the water color returned with an unsatisfactory voice.

"…… I was hearing……… in fact, when I saw it, it was shocking inside."

Even if it wasn't as shocked as the herd blue, it seems the same, and Mr. Purple said so in such a way that he seemed to like it.

Well, I guess so.

I have had Yuka for thirty years. The watercolor appearance was so old and fading that anyone could clearly see it in their eyes.

The beauty is unchanged, but there are still several creases on his face and spots.

Yuka, sitting next to him, was a target. Yuka's appearance still looks completely unchanged from about sixteen or seven, counting thirty. Nina says that the way it grew itself seems to be exactly the same as the elves.

But not everything was the same as an elf.

"Does she have a... flower name?

"I don't."

Nina answers Purple's question clearly.

As my breath was flaming, the elves have a magical form of birth.

If it's watery, branches that blossom watery. If you are Mr. Purple, Tsu with purple flowers.

Yuka didn't have the magic of birth to say that.

"So, again... she's not an elf, is she?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Brother, that is"

He listened to my words snort to the boulders, and Utah spoke sharply, reluctantly to me.

"Utah. I know how you feel, but the facts are facts. Yuka is not a person, not an elf"

Skin color, race, and culture. It would be foolish to discriminate with such a thing.

...... but never old and don't have your own flowers. Treating Yuka like that as one or the other would only cause misfortune instead.

"She's a proud daughter of a man and an elf, with both the good points."

To my words, Utah's expression became much brighter with relief.

"Have concomitant......?

"Mr. Purple. When it comes to being thirty in an elf, what can you do?

To my question, she answers a few thoughts.

"Right... he's just a kid. I can't say much can be done. It's only been a decade or so since I became an adult."

Yes, there is no difference in the rate of growth between people and elves until they are about twenty years old. But that's a physically limited story.

Thirty years is an instant passing time for an elf. Thirty years old. That's like a baby, but not for humans.

"Yuka is now stronger than anyone in the sword department. It doesn't mean more than anyone in the sword club that's alive right now. Historical sword club, more than anyone."

Mr. Purple breathed. The strongest thing in history is stronger than Yuki - stronger than D'Arga. Purple knows the weight of its meaning better than the swordmen themselves.

"The age of thirty is right. It's enough time for humans to mature… and at the same time, it's the years when the decay of the flesh can't be hidden."

A tremendous amount of magic, inherited from my mother, the water color.

I learned it from my father, Utah, the swordsmanship.

And the gifted talent that uses it horizontally and horizontally, and the flesh that does not know what it is called decay.

A presence with toughness as an elf, living his time as a person, was there.

"I see… that could be the gospel for us"

Close your eyes gently, and Mr. Purple spells the words quietly.

"But still...... no, that's why. We can't afford to get together any more."

"…… yes, right."

With a sigh, I answered.

The day that this would happen had been known for more than twenty years... since the day I found out that the water color was no longer an elf.

If you have an only child, the elf will no longer be an elf. Neither is the child born an elf.

In other words, for the Elves, if they interact with people, they will die.

Water itself will have no remorse or fear for its fate.

But I can't say that if I take it for the species Elf itself.

If you do poorly, there's even a chance that you'll perish.

The water color thing isn't just a peculiar example of what happened to her.

Even after finding out that life expectancy would be lost, even if the child did not become one, a couple of elves and people were made of several pairs in the village.

- Because everyone saw the water color as it grew happily old.

It was also understood that the elves in the woods who did not know about it had no choice but to take the path of severance.

"... so. You're here on purpose, which means you're not here to bring me back."

"No."

To Nina, who asked to stare, Mr. Purple shook his head to the side, so I stroked my chest down with relief.

"By agreement, Nina has placed herself in the hands of her teacher. You can't make a difference with that. … and we know that if Nina doesn't want it, it's impossible to force her to take her home."

Turn your gaze to me, says Mr. Purple.

... Well, I guess so. I had to say six hundred years ago, and now I'm almost a mature Fire Dragon. Although the size still seems to get bigger, it won't take lag where I've dealt with all the elves. I'm so glad we didn't have to fight.

"That's not all. We do not deny those who have chosen to live with people. I'm sure that's also necessary for the Elves."

Mr. Purple smiles at Yuka.

They're not stupid. Rather, they are much more intelligent than people.

Only seven hundred years ago, humans who didn't even have words quickly developed and came to gain advanced civilization. I know exactly what that means. He also understands that he will eventually be driven out of the woods and left behind.

"Therefore, we will bisect the inside. As always, with those who live with you… as always, with those who live in the woods."

I see. So that means creating a buffer zone?

As long as there are elves living in the woods, the elves as a species never cease.

As long as there are elves that interact with people, they are not left behind by civilization either.

I honestly think that's a good hand. I think... the purple voice that tells it is so full of sadness that I realized it.

"Mr. Purple. You are…… headed for the woods."

"I am the master of protection."

Eyes down, Mr. Purple smiles.

- It was a terrible, sad smile.

"It's goodbye, Doctor, Dear Nina.... but we don't know each other's fading. One day… at the end of a long time, you may see it again."

We both knew it was hopeless. Elves are bigoted and stubborn. If that's what you decided, I'm sure you'll make it through.

"How are you?"

"Yep... teacher too"

When I offered my right hand, Mr. Purple gripped it so that it was wrapped in both hands.

How many thoughts are there? In the end, I still don't get it.

"So the herd blue too, are you going to the woods?

"Yeah. You bet."

With the majestic attitude as usual, the flock snorts.

I felt that way. She is surprisingly conservative, unsuitable for that utterance and behavior of extreme freedom, and hates to part with people. I never tried to visit the village while my own known human being was alive.

Well, I've been making miscalculations all the time because I don't really understand human life expectancy.

"Is that so…… when I don't see you again, don't miss me."

She's so noisy and annoying, but we've known each other for a long time. When I think I can't see this face anymore, I feel like I can tighten my chest.

"Huh? No, I usually come though."

Why not?