Reppenhardt, who was looking at the documents intently, took out a small jewel from his pocket.
“This is Generos. “An ancient relic filled with the affection of the World Tree.”
Reppenhardt spoke with confidence as he held up a jewel the size of a bird egg with a blue glow.
“This will become the seed that will sprout new hope.”
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Recalling memories of the past, Reppenhardt looked around. Although the place, body, and time were different, the faces of the elves full of hope were still the same.
“Everyone is doing a great job rebuilding the village.”
Elven Forest, a huge forest located halfway up the Gloten Mountains.
A new village of elves was being built around the world tree, Jerunting, planted in the center.
Jerunting continued to grow by absorbing the world’s mana, and gradually grew into an enormous tree, reaching a height of over 100 meters. Although it was not as big as the old world tree Elvenheim, it was still an enormous size worthy of its reputation as a world tree.
The branches of Jerunting stretched out widely over the forest, and under the thick branches, each of which surpassed that of a fairly large tree, dozens of elves were holding hands and singing.
A light sigh becomes a cloud
Clouds, it will rain.
The river flows and wets the earth
It will become a forest that embraces life and coexists.
To the tune of the song, new sprouts sprout from the branches of the World Tree, soon turning into a huge tree and heading towards the ground. Firm roots dig into the ground and become stepping stones, and a space forms inside the stem to become walls and pillars. The branches spread out and intertwine with each other to form beams and put on the roof. Natural knots form on the trunk and become windows and doors.
Rain falls, rivers flow
The earth embraces life, the forest grows
The forest gives life and gives birth to all things.
All things die and fall into the earth
The forests fall and the rivers dry up.
Rain and clouds will rise again.
It was a traditional construction method of the elves that had been passed down since the time of Elvenheim, transforming the world tree into a house using the spirit’s song. Although the Danheim clan lived in remote areas for a long time, they remembered this old way by passing it down through song.
Already, dozens of houses of this type had been built around the world tree, Jerunting, forming a village. The Danheim clan was not the only one singing spirit songs to Jerunting. The elf slaves rescued from all over the continent had gradually learned the basics of handling spirits thanks to the existence of the World Tree. With hundreds of elves gathering elemental power, the foundation of the village was being laid down quite quickly.
Of course, just because the World Tree has been modified in this way, it does not mean that it will immediately function as a house. Since the details still had to be worked on, some of the elves were sticking around the house, trimming the exterior walls with hammers and chisels. Elves were also seen making furniture and tableware by processing pre-cut wood.
In the past, the elves of Elvenheim used the World Tree to build houses and carved the trees to make sophisticated wood crafts. Even though they lived in remote areas or as slaves for a long time, they all boasted excellent workmanship even after learning only basic woodworking skills, perhaps because they still had the dexterity of their ancestors in their blood.
Reppenhardt was pleased to see the elves steadily building their village.
“At this point, the elves have settled down sufficiently. The problem is that the gender ratio between men and women is very mismatched… … .”
Currently, the gender ratio in Elven Forest is about 1 male to 10 females. Since the elf race itself was often used as maids or slaves for nobles, most of the rescued elves were women.
Because elven slaves were very expensive to produce, slave traders did not raise elven male slaves well. Since they could not be paid for even if they were grown, it was common to kill off all new plants, leaving only the seedlings. So, the vast majority of elven slaves on the current continent were women.
Considering the future of the elves, this may be a serious problem… … .
“That’s because there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Reppenhardt continued walking around the village.
The elf women who spotted him while they were at work greeted him cautiously with fear in their eyes.
“Ah, Mr. Reppenhardt… … .”
“Oh, hello… … .”
They say hello, but there is a clear look of fear in their eyes. He just nods his head, tries to avoid looking away, and concentrates on his work. At least it was the mature women, and even the young elf girls got scared as soon as they saw Reppenhardt and hid inside the house.
Slap!
Siris, who was walking next to her as she watched the elf girl running away, chuckled.
“Wow, Mr. Leffenhardt. “You’re really unpopular.”
The appearance of Hyun Reppenhardt, a large, muscular man, seems to have something that seriously contradicts the aesthetic sense of the elves. No matter how much they know that he is their benefactor, they instinctively feel burdened and their attitude inevitably shrinks.
On the other hand, the eyes looking at Siris were literally like looking at the goddess Eldia.
“oh! Siris! welcome!”
“I picked some fresh fruit, but I tried it… … “Oh my, Mr. Leffenhardt?”
The elves who had greeted Siris sincerely continued to be shocked when they saw Reppenhardt. The situation was very different from my previous life.
“Umm… … .”
What is this extreme sense of disconnection from the past? I don’t really want to be popular with women, but what can I say… … .
“Ugh… … .”
Reppenhardt let out a deep sigh as the ground fell.
It’s been a while since I missed my old body. At that time, even if I just stepped forward, numerous elf women flirted with me here and there… … .
‘Agh, damn Tethron!’
Repenhardt continued to inspect the village, cursing Tethron for his foolish actions. On the other side of the village, I saw young elf children gathered side by side with a woman in front of them.
It was Shailene of the Danheim clan. He is one of those who was invited to teach elven traditions, spirit songs, and traditional culture to those who lived as slaves at Repenhardt’s request.
Shaylene opened her mouth in a sonorous voice to the girls.
“Originally, we elves were the protectors of the forest. Under the protection of the world tree, Elvenheim, all elves lived in eternal happiness. “All the animals were the elves’ friends, and all the trees bore fruit, providing an endless supply of food.”
The children listen to the story with bright eyes. Shaylene continued.
“We are descendants of great fairies. You must never forget that pride.”
“Yes, Sister Shaylene!”
“I won’t forget!”
“I will live with pride like an elf.”
The children put their mouths together and chirp like birds. Siris waved her hand at her.
“Sister Shaylene!”
“Oh my, Serendi? Repenhardt is here too?”
Shaylene also stood up and greeted the two people warmly. Shaylene said to the children, pointing to Leffenhardt.
“Guys, say hello. “It’s Repenhardt who saved us and provided us with a village.”
The children looked up at Reppenhardt.
They are children of elves who are already famous for their beauty. It’s really cute and pretty like a doll. Reppenhardt bowed slightly and waved his hand with a gentle smile.
“Hey guys?”
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As I bent down slightly, a dark shadow appeared over the children’s heads, as if there were dark clouds. The children’s expressions soon turned pale as their pot-lid-sized palms covered the sky.
Some children burst into tears.
“Huh, huh… … .”
“Aaaah!”
As expected, it seemed that Reppenhardt’s presence was a bit of a burden to the children who were still young. Siris quickly pushed him back and scolded him.
“Leffenhardt! “Why are you making the kids cry?”
“… … “What did I do?”
Are you saying that existence itself is a sin? Reppenhardt slumped his shoulders, feeling infinitely sad.
Normally, when one child cries, they all cry together, and immediately a sea of tears erupts.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
“crying!”
“Re, Mr. Leffenhardt. First of all, please excuse me… … .”
Shaylene was embarrassed and pushed Reppenhardt’s back. The sight of Leppenhardt leaving the scene was truly lonely.
Siris felt sorry for him and comforted him.
“What can I do? Repenhardt looks a bit scary to the elves… … .”
“… … .”
“Of course I’m not scared.”
“Sobbing. Thank you, Siris. After all, you are the only one I have.”
Repenhardt muttered in a half-fazed voice, resting his head on Siris’ shoulder. Sighing, Siris patted Reppenhardt’s head.
“It will get better with time.”
Reppenhardt straightened his back again. Frustration is frustration, and the inspection must continue anyway.
He muttered as he looked around the village.
“You’ve slowly settled down. “It seems that even former slave elves have adapted to some extent.”
“Everyone is now able to use the basics of elemental magic.”
“The territory has expanded considerably towards Fetland… … .”
I had already heard through a messenger that the Baekuk army led by Kalken had achieved a great victory.
In fact, the current county of Antares is just an ordinary county if you compare the territory within the Kingdom of Crovence, but if you include beyond the Glotten Mountains, its area is not small.
From the beginning, most of these races did not live within the territory of the kingdom, but outside, in mountainous areas and forests. Although it is a difficult area for humans to live in, it is quite suitable for elves, orcs, trolls, and dwarves to live in. They raised troops from time to time and subjugated a lot of monsters around them.
Orcs have long since established villages here and there in the Glotten Mountains and Fetland. Because he lived a nomadic life, he was the quickest to settle down. The dwarves built a village by digging through mines and slash-and-burn, and the trolls slowly gathered enough to form a village.
The population of the Elven Forest, the home of the elves, has gradually grown to around 300, or nearly 400 if you include some of the Danheim clan that temporarily moved here. Although the population was considerable, it was still very small compared to the orcs or dwarves. Unlike the Orcs, who were very numerous, or the Dwarves, who lived as slaves in tribes, the number of Elves that could be saved by wiping out a single nobleman was usually only one or two, or at most ten.
Reppenhardt muttered while smoothing his chin.
“After all, we must attack the Principality of Chatan.”
Most elves were raised as slaves there and distributed(?) throughout the continent. To save more elves, you have to target their home base.
It was in the meantime.
A soldier rode towards them on horseback, galloping through the village. It was a messenger sent by Carol. The messenger bowed and then kneeled before Reppenhardt.
“I come to see the White King!”
“What’s going on?”
“I have come to bring you news from Lord Kalken.”
“huh? Did you win the battle? “I’ve already heard that story?”
To Reppenhardt, who looked puzzled, the messenger took out a handful of letters from his pocket.
“I have news.”
The messenger continued as he handed over the letter.
“It is said that Lord Kalken, who is in retreat, encountered a group of elves he had never seen before. They say they are from the Styrian clan, but the details are in the previous book… … .”
“Iniyaga?”
“Huh, how did you know? They say their leader’s name is Iniya… … .”
The messenger raised his head in surprise. Reppenhardt nodded as if he understood as he opened the letter.
“Good work. “Go away.”
“yes!”
After sending the messenger, Leffenhardt looked at the correspondence. It was written that four hundred members of the Styrian clan led by Iniya were crossing the Glotten Mountains following the Antares army.
Siris asked, glancing at the letter.
“Is it Iniya? Do you know someone?
“In my past life.”
