Hope becomes the future and brightens the dark path ahead.
The troll guru carried the extracted heart to the pregnant women.
As he stood in front of the pregnant women and held his heart strongly, the heart burst and blood soaked the pregnant women’s swollen bellies one after another. Each pregnant woman who received the blessing of blood knelt down and expressed gratitude.
This was the ‘birth ritual’ of the trolls.
Trolls cannot conceive normally because their regenerative powers are so strong. Their regenerative power only develops when they become adults, which is why the fetus cannot handle the mother’s regenerative power.
However, when a powerful troll shaman sacrifices his heart to bless the fetus, his magical powers protect the child for ten months and allow it to be born safely.
Ancient, primitive trolls were like praying mantises, with pregnant mothers eating their fathers and using that power to protect their fetuses. However, after gaining the power of witchcraft, she was able to safely give birth to a child without the father’s sacrifice. Instead, in ancient times, there were seven or eight pregnancies at a time, but now, like humans, there is a difference in that pregnancies occur one or two at a time.
“But wouldn’t it be troublesome if the shaman dies every time?”
Siris shook her head as if she couldn’t understand it. Leffenhardt put a finger to his lips.
“Shh, keep watching.”
A moment later, the blood that had shot up in the air flowed back into Atilka’s punctured chest. Her blood and flesh gushed from Atilca’s chest, where her heart had been ripped out. The rising blood and flesh tangled together and the heart began to regenerate.
Siris frowned as if she was shocked.
“Oh my god, I never thought a troll’s regenerative power could be that high… … .”
“Only a true guru can do this.”
Although trolls have strong regenerative powers and can regenerate even if their limbs are cut off, it is difficult to regenerate delicate internal organs. However, by using the power of magic, even damaged internal organs can be regenerated to some extent, and a troll who reached the level of a true guru was able to survive even if his heart was ripped out.
At the level of Atilka, regeneration was possible even if the head was cut and the brain was destroyed. The only way to take that much of a Guru’s life is to exhaust all his magical power, or to burn his entire body to ashes. According to legend, a guru who has reached the peak of his magic can become a great spirit who does not lose his sense of self even after returning to nature and can be resurrected from the ashes, but such a state is far from even Atilka.
‘That’s why Tethron in his previous life completely shattered Atilka with a spiral guard.’
Reppenhardt frowned as painful memories came to mind. Trying to put his thoughts aside, he continued to observe his consciousness.
Iniya stammered.
“Wow, I was surprised… … .”
“I guess so. “It looks like human sacrifice, so other races have a lot of misunderstandings about trolls.”
Eventually, Atilka opened her eyes.
He stood up from the altar and raised his right hand. The trolls cheered as they saw Atilka showing off her health.
“Atilka! Atilka! Atilca!”
Atilka spread her hands and clinked the glass bracelets together. He declared with a clear voice.
“The consciousness of birth dwells safely! With this, the future has unfolded once again, so let’s all bless it!”
☆ ☆ ☆
When the ritual was over, the gathered trolls dispersed again. As Atilka walked down the altar, she bowed slightly to Reppenhardt.
“You have come, my lord.”
“How could you miss the honor of observing the birth ceremony?”
Atilka stuck her tongue out at Reppenhardt’s sincere answer.
“Your Majesty, you truly understand our culture. “If it were someone you saw for the first time, it wouldn’t be surprising if you were scared and shouted that it was barbaric.”
Leffenhardt smiled vaguely.
Actually, I did that once in my past life. How horrified she was to see Atilka, her best friend, having her heart ripped out. She even threatened to kill them all with lightning and flames in both her hands.
Fortunately, Atilka quickly came back to life and resolved the misunderstanding, but the feeling of surprise at that time is still vivid in my memory.
“Haha, well, I heard something like this… … .”
Siris scolded Atilka.
“Wow, I was surprised. “Please at least give me a hint in advance.”
“uh? “Didn’t you explain it to me in advance?”
Atilka blinked and looked at Repenhardt. Repenhardt responded calmly.
“I hoped they would accept it without prejudice.”
However, when I looked at him for some reason, it seemed like he was freaking out, so it seemed like a sign that others should suffer as well.
Atilka narrowed her eyes. Leffenhardt whistled and looked the other way.
At that time, Iniya took a step forward and spoke to Atilka.
“hello. “My name is Iniya, the head of the Styria clan.”
“Ah, I heard you’re a new immigrant this time… … .”
Iniya greeted in elf manners. Atil Ka also responded by putting her hands together, following troll etiquette.
“He who follows the will of Mother Nature is called Guru Atilka. Nice to meet you.”
After exchanging greetings, Iniya rummaged through her arms and took out something. It was a fairly large box. She smiled brightly as she held it out.
“We have become neighbors, so we should be friendly. So I prepared a light gift.”
Atilka accepted the box with a slightly surprised expression.
Until now, many elves, orcs, and dwarves had gathered in the Kingdom of Antares, but although they greeted each other, they never gave each other gifts. This is a human custom, not their custom. Giving gifts to members of other races was something that only occurred when great favor was shown.
In any case, there is absolutely no reason to feel bad about receiving a gift.
Atilka opened the box. The box was filled with shiny, pure white cloth. It was made of the same material as the clothes Iniya was currently wearing: Snow Elven silk, the pride of the Styrian clan.
Atilka burst out in admiration.
“Huh, such a precious thing… … .”
For trolls, who made most of their goods by shaping clay, cloth was the most precious item. Well, since the regenerative power is so high, it is enough to cover only the private parts as clothing, so there is no need to use a lot of fabric, but there are still uses for it in one way or another. Leather is nothing more than a shamefully barbaric item obtained by killing animals.
Atilka’s expression immediately brightened as she received not just cloth, but precious elven silk. Iniya grinned to herself as she looked at Atilka, who looked visibly attractive to her.
‘done!’
I’ve already heard that this troll is close to Reppenhardt. So I came here on purpose. Didn’t they say long ago that if you want to catch a general, you should start by targeting the horse? Iniya was already steadily working on targeting people around her.
Repenhardt was also happy to see Atilka and Iniya getting along well. In the friendly atmosphere, Siris was the only one frowning. For some reason, I didn’t like what that woman was doing more and more.
‘… … Oh my, why am I like this?’
Atilca, who has been wandering around the world for over 10 years, is by no means oblivious.
‘Hoo?’
I immediately sensed a strange atmosphere between Reppenhardt, Siris, and Iniya. (To be exact, Reppenhardt was in a daze and was just lingering between the two women.)
With a sinister smile, Atilka gently placed her hand on Reppenhardt’s shoulder. Atilka was also 2 meters tall, so he was easily her shoulder companion.
In that state, Atilka spoke in a whisper.
“Your Majesty.”
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“Why but Atilka?”
“I will tell you a song that is passed down among trolls.”
Atilka quietly sang a tune to the confused Reppenhardt.
The sun and the moon cannot rise together
As the day goes by, the night comes.
When ice and fire come together, disaster strikes.
wise one
Know that there is a difference between coexistence and opposites.
“Do you understand, my lord?”
Repenhardt blinked.
‘Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about… … .’
Well, this guy has always been the type of person who would say random things whenever I asked him something. It was not for nothing that Reppenhardt mainly consulted with Marceline. Atilca was certainly wise, but because she was a bit too wise, there were many answers that Reppenhardt, an ordinary person(?), could not understand.
Anyway, it seems like he gave some advice. Reppenhardt just nodded, knowing that even if he asked what he was talking about, he would only get a random answer.
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Now that the inspection was over and the ceremony was over, Reppenhardt prepared to return to the White King. Siris and Iniya naturally followed suit. Atilca grinned as she watched them heading towards the horses tied up outside the village.
“It’s a good time~.”
2
The office of King Antares.
Today too, Leffenhardt was hard at work. It was at a time when he was processing reports on the lives of different races and making final approval.
Knock knock!
There was a knock on the door outside.
“Are you there, Mr. Leffenhardt?”
Soon the door opened and a beautiful elf carrying a large tray entered the room. Her Reppenhardt rose from his seat to greet her.
“Welcome, Iniya.”
Since joining the Kingdom of Antares, Iniya has visited Repenhardt whenever she can. At least in the early days when the Styrian clan settled in the Elven Forest, it was only once every three days, and the fortress was almost like living in the White Castle.
He had been visiting so often that he now seemed to think that Reppenhardt would do the same.
“What about today?”
Iniya came up carrying a tray and smiling. She set out her food on the table in her drawing room. It was grilled sea bass made using the special recipe of the Styrian elves, drizzled with a fragrant sauce and grilled.
Thanks to the environment they lived in, the Styria clan was good at cooking fish, just as the Danheim clan was good at cooking meat. If their elf ancestors, who lived only on fresh fruit and clear dew, had seen this, they would have hit the ground and cried, but living in remote areas inevitably led to significant changes in elf eating habits.
“If you work too much, your body will get tired. “I thought you might skip a meal, so I brought some small food with you.”
After preparing the food, Iniya grabbed Reppenhardt’s arm and spoke kindly to him. Leffenhardt sat down awkwardly.
“Oh, yeah… … .”
Actually, I have never missed a meal or anything. When it’s meal time, Siris prepares three regular meals for you, so what’s the point of starving?
Of course, in my past life, when I was busy, I lost my appetite and sometimes had to skip meals, but now, this ignorant body never loses my appetite no matter where, when, or what situation it encounters. He would rather eat together while working, and being criticized for not having an appetite was something that could never exist for him now.
Anyway, I couldn’t refuse the food I brought, and since it was almost time for dinner, Reppenhardt also gratefully accepted it.
“Then I will eat well.”
Iniya asked subtly as she watched Reppenhardt put grilled sea bass in his mouth.
“Does it fit your mouth?”
Leffenhardt smiled in satisfaction.
“Excellent. “The sauce combination is especially exquisite.”
Iniya cried out in joy. She brought food on purpose to increase her favorability, and judging by her expression, it seemed like she had quite enjoyed it.
This grilled sea bass was not actually made by Iniya. When would she who had wielded her sword all her life ever have anything to do with her cooking? Of course, she had a woman from her clan cook it for her, but she just brought it home as if she had made it herself.
But there’s no way Leffenhardt would know that. She muttered to herself as she sat down next to her.
“There is a saying among humans that a person is happy for three years with a pretty woman, but he is happy for 30 years with a woman who is good at cooking.”
It was Iniya who subtly brought up an explicit topic. But Leffenhardt didn’t notice at all.
“There is a saying like that, too.”
It wasn’t that he was particularly dull, but there was a reason he didn’t notice. Reppenhardt continued to use his fork and spoke calmly.
“Oh. Please tell Miss Tariya that she ate well.”
‘omg!’
Yes. Reppenhardt had already received and eaten a lot of food from the Styrian clan in his previous life. I clearly remember the taste of this sauce. It must be the skill of Tariya, the chef elf, who is the best among them.
Iniya was offended by Repenhardt’s inadvertent remark and looked the other way.
