“… … Even in Baekuk, the only buildings that use glass are the Baekwangseong Fortress or temples, but here everyone uses glass… … .”
Reppenhardt, who was walking with Siris’s exclamation, responded as if it was no big deal.
“Glassmaking is not that difficult for trolls, who have traditionally developed soil-handling skills and can transform geological components with magical powers.”
Although it has been forgotten in modern times, just as the dwarf culture is represented by stone and iron, other races also have their own special cultures.
Elves are excellent at spinning thread, weaving cloth, and carving wood to make crafts.
Orcs’ tanning and leatherworking skills are superior to those of any other race.
And trolls traditionally had a culture of dealing with dirt.
This originated from the magical culture of trolls who revered the flow of nature.
If the elves are called the children of the forest or the spirits of the forest, the trolls are truly the forest itself. Elves also cut down trees only as long as they do not interfere with the growth of the forest, but trolls who follow the flow of nature do not cut down even a single tree. If elves are nature-friendly, trolls are closer to nature-assimilating characters.
So trolls build their houses out of dirt, and most of their household items are made by baking pottery. The trolls’ pottery, pottery, and glass crafts were so incredibly elaborate and excellent that they could not even be compared to those of humans.
Trolls’ pottery, which embraces nature with a primitive sense, is an amazing work of art to other races, even if it is just tableware. There was even a time when the pottery that trolls used as bedpans was passed over to the human world, where it was treated as treasure and used as tableware by nobles.
“Humans simply believe that they are the most civilized, but in fact, how much outstanding art is hidden in the world that they cannot see… … .”
Muttering as if he were lamenting, Reppenhardt continued walking. Several trolls who saw him nodded lightly. Reppenhardt often inspected villages of foreign tribes, so no one thought anything strange about him.
However, some trolls – especially women – were looking at Reppenhardt and the others with quite interesting eyes.
It was the same inspection as always, but there was something different about him today.
“The White King is here?”
“Oh my, there’s one more lady next to me today, right?”
“Baekwang, you’re pretty good at it too, right?”
Since ancient times, someone else’s love story has aroused the interest of all women, regardless of race.
The troll women giggled and looked at the purple-haired elf beauty standing on the left and right of Reppenhardt and on the other side of Siris.
The elf beauty kept putting her hands together and bursting into exclamations every time Reppenhardt gave an explanation.
“Your knowledge is truly amazing. “I was impressed.”
“Oh, yeah… … .”
Reppenhardt looked blankly at Iniya, the elf woman standing to his left.
I was about to go out to inspect a village of a different race, accompanied by Siris, as usual. But suddenly Iniya appeared and begged him to accompany her too. The reason for his decision to settle in this land was to build friendships with his neighbors.
For no such strange reason, Leffenhardt willingly agreed to accompany me. And this is how I came to the trolls’ village… … .
“Oh my, what is that again?”
Iniya asked a question, pointing to one side of the troll village. At the same time, he subtly wrapped his arms around Reppenhardt’s right arm. Her voluptuous breasts can clearly be felt through her forearms.
Reppenhardt stuttered his answer, blushing.
“Oh, that… … .”
There, a dozen troll shamans were filling a large puddle with mud and stomping on it.
Troll gurus called Mujimjim continuously knead the dirt and sing traditional magic songs. The composition of the soil changes and gradually turns gray.
Reppenhardt answered, slowly withdrawing his arm.
“It’s called Opus Cementerium. It is their traditional building material that only trolls can make. Cementerium, which is made by changing its ingredients through magical powers, hardens like a stone in a short period of time, so it is often used to make pillars of houses or altars. “Like glass, only shamans can make it, so it is quite valuable even to trolls.”
As he finished his explanation, Reppenhardt showed a wistful expression.
The troll’s magic to transform the elements of the soil may not seem like a big deal at first glance, but it was a miracle that could not have been possible with modern-day magic.
The three major taboos are time, space, and matter.
Among them, it is a tremendous technology that transforms the material itself. It was also one of the major contributors to his rise to the level of the 10th Circle.
‘The spell created by studying the trolls’ magic techniques and the Underworld Sun Magrim was the Nuclear Burst. ‘Is it really amazing that they can make elemental conversion so simple?’
Well, trolls are just doing it without even knowing the theory.
Originally, witchcraft is systematized like magic and focuses only on actions and results rather than identifying causes and processes, so even the witch doctor himself does not know why it happens like that.
“okay. “It’s amazing that you have such a deep understanding of other races, Mr. Leffenhardt.”
Iniya nods and praises again. And she looks at him with her eyes shining brightly. It’s really different from before, even if the attitude is different.
“Just call me Reppenhardt, Iniya.”
“Never mind. “It’s just what I want to sing.”
It seemed like he was determined to stick to that title. Why is this girl who never used honorifics in her past life, even when she was the emperor of the empire, suddenly acting like this?
Reppenhardt scratched his cheek, thinking that his personality had changed considerably due to his space-time regression.
‘Wow, I can’t get used to it.’
If it were a different situation, I might have thought at this point, ‘Does this young lady have feelings for me?’ But Reppenhardt did not dare even think of such a thought. The coldness from my past life is so deeply embedded in my memories.
And the Styrian clan originally had frequent skinship. Because we live in such a cold place, skinship naturally developed into a common culture. In fact, even in her previous life, it was common for other elf women, except Iniya, to hug Reppenhardt without making a big deal of it.
So I was able to accept it without much thought.
‘Hmm, it seems like Iniya’s personality has become quite lively this time.’
On the other hand, the girl from the Danheim clan, who lived in a very hot place and had almost no skinship between parents and children, kept rolling her eyes.
‘What is it, that girl?’
Siris pouted his lips and recalled the first time he met Iniya.
☆ ☆ ☆
After hearing that there was an Auror user among the elves and that their level was comparable to that of Kalken, Siris immediately went to see Iniya. As a prosecutor, he couldn’t help but meet such great compatriots.
When I first met Iniya, my heart was pounding.
“Ah, are you the famous swordsman of Shinwol?”
“This is Siris Valencia of the Danheim clan.”
As a courtesy to his senior, Siris introduced himself first. Iniya also put her hand on his shoulder and made a loud noise.
“My name is Iniya of the Styria clan.”
And then he looks at Siris and smiles.
“You are the girl that Master Repenhardt cherishes ‘like a daughter.’”
I felt like certain words were emphasized, perhaps due to my mood. Siris’ complexion hardened slightly. She was strangely bothered by Iniya’s attitude.
Iniya lowered her eyes, looked Siris up and down, and smiled.
“Hmm… … .”
Then, he glanced at Siris’ chest and smiled subtly. I don’t know why, but she is in an incredibly bad mood.
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“Okay then.”
With a victorious expression on her face, Iniya quickly left the room. Siris, who was left behind, had a crumpled expression. I felt defeated without knowing why.
‘what! ‘That woman!’
… … For reference, Siris secretly has a strong competitive spirit.
“Leffenhardt, what is that?”
“Oh, that… … .”
As she walked through the troll village, Iniya kept asking Reppenhardt questions. And every time, he steadily sneaks to the side or crosses his arms. As I was looking at that ‘Jaktae’, it felt like something hot was bubbling up in a corner of my heart.
“joy!”
Snorting, Siris tried to look away.
‘It doesn’t matter, right? Well, I’m not in a romantic relationship with Repenhardt.’
But I don’t know why I feel so bad… … .
That was when Siris was making a sullen expression.
A skinny troll ran towards them. He was a troll guru with blue skin like Atilka and strange patterns drawn all over his body. He spoke in troll language.
“The rite of birth begins soon, King of Men. “I would be honored if you could attend.”
Like all troll villages, there was a large altar built in the center of this place.
This altar, called a ziggurat, was about 10 meters high and was made of huge bricks made entirely of cementerium, stacked in layers, and was an essential structure in troll culture. Most traditional ceremonies were performed in this ziggurat.
Around a ziggurat filled with torches, about a hundred trolls were gathered in a row. Reppenhardt, Siris, and Iniya, who arrived at the foot of the altar following the Guru’s guidance, looked around and looked curious.
A primitive, magical, and even mysterious energy flows softly surrounding the altar. Reppenhardt whispered softly to the two elves.
“From now on, we must maintain a pious attitude. Observing the birth ceremony is a great favor for the trolls and proof that they are recognized as true friends.”
Siris and Iniya nodded with serious faces. Their curious eyes saw the figure of a troll man climbing the altar.
Ivory molars sparkle in the moonlight. A faint light is also coming out of the patterns carved on the body. As Atilka ascended the altar, her trolls raised their hands and sang a strange song.
“ah… … .”
Both Siris and Iniya held their hands against their chests without realizing it. He couldn’t understand, but somehow he felt like his heart was being squeezed.
Dung, dung, dung, dung.
The sound of drums rang softly throughout the moonlit night. The trolls’ song grew louder.
Atilca, who was on the altar, raised her hand.
The song stopped.
Atilka shouted in Troll.
“The women of the clan that holds the future, our hope. Come here and receive great blessings!”
A dozen young troll women appeared from beneath the altar.
They were all pregnant women with slightly protruding bellies. Judging from how swollen her stomach was, it seemed like she was only about 10 months old. Unlike humans, trolls carry a child in their womb for twenty months, so that cannot be considered a full-term pregnancy.
Pregnant troll women line up one by one under the altar. The atmosphere was so serious that Siris swallowed his saliva.
At that time, Atilka lay down on the stone altar installed above the ziggurat.
Another troll guru appeared and pulled out a dagger from his chest. It was a sharp bone sword carved from the bones of an animal.
The trolls’ song resumed. The sound of the drums began to get higher and faster.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of drums, loud as a heartbeat, shakes the air.
The troll guru screamed.
“Atilka Tilkata Latira!”
The dagger pierced deep into the chest of the lying Atilka!
“oh!”
Siris was startled and put her hand on her waist. Red blood was gushing out of Atilka’s chest like a fountain. Reppenhardt stopped her as she was about to pull out her sword and run.
“wait!”
“yes?”
Siris, who was caught by the wrist, looked back at Reppenhardt in confusion. She didn’t lose her temper like he did, but her complexion also turned pale. Reppenhardt shook his head, looking at the two elves in turn.
“It’s not dead.”
The two people turned their gaze to the altar again. And I was surprised once again.
The fresh blood gushing from Atilca’s chest did not fall to the ground. It hovers in the air, forming a huge sphere of blood. Below him, the troll guru slowly reached out her hand and pulled out Atilka’s heart.
Exciting! Exciting! Exciting!
The extracted heart still beats and shows strong vitality.
ridge! ridge! ridge!
The drum sounds loudly in time with the heartbeat.
The troll guru carefully held the extracted heart in both hands like a treasure and began to sing.
Life and death are mixed, and there is hope in it.
