21 – Revival-4

Head down, bowed.

A warrior who would never be broken, a champion of the World Tree and the most superior warrior since birth, she bowed her head.

It was only after sniffing like a dog for a long time that he smelled the ground.

Nerwen raised his head.

His clothes, which should always be clean in nature, were covered with various smells and messy.

This much dust and smell, just stir your hands once and nature will take care of it.

But fearing that even the smell left on her clothes would dissipate, she couldn’t help but stir her hands.

“I can not admit it.”

I have to go back. Don’t cling to him any longer. He must be healed.

I did everything I could. Even bowing her head to ask for something was a plea she had made while terribly throwing her pride and self-respect into the ground.

He was not willing to compromise. If that’s the case, you have to take it by force.

Since she was born from the World Tree, the World Tree with some problems will restore her to her original state. Wait, just take him for a second.

I’ve thought about taking parts of his body off, but it’s the smell of his soul. It was clear that the body that had lost its owner would not last long.

My eyes shook and my legs trembled, but it wasn’t hard to follow the smell.

It was night before I knew it, and he continued to move. She followed his trail like a beast.

“eww…”

Even if she succeeded, her future was bleak.

It is to kidnap the baron. No matter how great the World Tree was and the Elves were the superior race, there were too many humans.

Compared to the World Tree, which allows only a certain number of people to be born, they have been recklessly increasing their offspring for pleasure.

Even among the elven elders, few wanted a head-on collision with humans.

It was the Empire that forbade and controlled the enslavement of young elves outside the forest. If the situation spreads and turns into a war, you will have to fight those mighty knights and forest-burning wizards.

Still, it was better than staying still. Incredibly slow for an elf, Nerwen pursued the baron.

In the distance, he could be seen walking with an escort and a maid.

The smell thickened. Just going to see him made the heart of the elf, who was not easily excited, start pounding.

The previous pursuit was a pursuit made with a clumsy mindset that it didn’t matter if it was discovered. Now, no one noticed her sincere pursuit.

As he put his bow on the string as usual, the elf remembered that his goal was not to kill, but to capture.

You have to move directly. You have to burrow between those lower creatures and run while holding the porter, a lump of that smell.

It was painful and miserable, but Nerwen had no choice.

After taking a few breaths to come to her senses, she charged the porter.

“What, what!”

“It’s an elf! Why is the elf here!”

Elves were rare even to the citizens. If it was just a walking elf, it would have been an object of admiration, but it was a fearful thing to try to fight with ferocious movements.

As if he had no intention of getting hit three times, the guard immediately drew a spear and wrapped it around the porter.

“Get out of the way!”

However, no matter how well trained you are, you are still a soldier. If he had enough skill to catch up with the elves, he wouldn’t have been satisfied with the guards position in the first place.

Nerwen’s short sword instantly drew a trajectory. The escort, whose spear blade was broken, panicked for a moment, but took a step back and drew his sword.

But even that was futile resistance. Nerwen, who had pushed down the escort, picked up the porter and lifted him up.

Until the courier of the hideous eye glared at her, holding the guard’s sword.

“…After all, did you come out like this?”

Looking straight into his cold eyes, I sensed something was wrong.

Something instinctive seemed to be screaming inside her.

You shouldn’t make him angry. You shouldn’t be hated by him. Even now, we must bow in humiliation and beg for mercy from him.

‘I am… Nerwen, the Great Warrior of the World Tree…’

Forced to come to his senses, Nerwen kicked the porter’s hand.

“Suck!”

It was a powerful attack that could break his fingers, but the porter withstood it. His hand was still holding the knife.

Not only that, everyone around her was looking at her with cold eyes. The maid took the lead and shouted.

“This will indeed be reported to His Majesty the Emperor. You have now antagonized the nobility of the Empire! Whatever race you are, tomorrow you will be behind bars!”

It didn’t always do a clean, pleasing job.

However, even the eyes that hated her were filled with fear, fear, and awe.

But those who saw her now were looking at him with the same eyes as dirty cockroaches or filthy criminals.

“aaa!!!”

I can not admit it. I didn’t come to the warrior’s party to get that kind of attention from those kinds of people. He endured his smell, crossed numerous lines of fire, hunted monsters and demons, and did not defeat the demon king.

When Nerwen struck with all his strength, he eventually lost his sword.

But he wasn’t afraid. He just clenched his fists with a disgusted look on his face.

“Lord, I’m not trying to kill you! I’m just taking you for a while. Only to the place where the World Tree is!”

“If you’re going to do that, you should have asked politely… preferably in a letter. I don’t want to see your face.”

He untied his neck once, then clenched his fists together.

“Anyway, there’s nothing I can say other than saying no. If you can, by force…”

His smell tickled his head. Anxious that he couldn’t wait any longer, Nerwen savagely lunged at him.

“Haaagh!”

“Miss Nerwen. Please explain the situation.”

However, it was not Baron Enerel who stood before her. Standing in front of him was the Empire’s greatest knight, Princess Eleanor, with waving black hair and a shining sword.

The female knight, who felt a commotion on her way back from an expedition and rushed to her, never thought that the subject would be her friend.

“…You’re lucky.”

Enerel smiled and turned around.

“You. Did you do something to her?”

“I want to ask you. If I did something, I’ll undo anything, so please don’t let me see that archer’s face?”

Eleanor tore the sword from her body. No matter how nimble she is, there is no way to escape if she makes eye contact with the swordsman at this distance. Especially if it was a warrior.

“Nerwen, my friend. This is something I cannot forgive. As a knight, I have a duty to detain those who have harmed the nobles of the Empire.”

“Eleanor…”

During the rough journey, the smell of her upright and good spirits was invigorating.

However, now it was just a stench that covered the porter’s smell.

“No. Please, please… leave me like this…”

Eleanor pointed the sword at her body. Nerwen meekly accepted the soldiers’ arrest.

Behind Eleanor’s back, she could see the back of the porter returning to the imperial palace. Nerwen stared at the scene without hesitation.

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“Vengeance Goddess… Symptoms of Nerwen…”

Farseer tried to somehow find common ground between his unruly behavior.

“Has the revenge already been accomplished?”

Touching the elves’ minds was very difficult and complex, but it was a different story when the gods intervened.

She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about how she would have behaved if she had been a hero.

“Get allies… don’t be noticed right away… um. It might be more dangerous than you thought…”

There are many routes to get information. Nerwen was in prison right now and was not in a state where he could be interrogated, but fortunately one of the guard’s friends released the information.

“If you make Nerwen obsessed with the smell, it could be a pretty sensible revenge.”

Like a god who cursed the king, who tormented others with gluttony, to eat everything and then himself.

Whether it was magic, divine power, or a curse, the connection between cause and effect was essential.

“Already… you don’t need me?”

Since he was lukewarm about revenge against the imperial family, he hopefully imagined that his purpose might not be revenge.

But Nerwen’s behavior was obviously strange. To think that he was not involved in this was beyond the scope of hopeful imagination.

Revenge is already taking place. Visiting the temple of Erinis under the excuse of volunteering at the orphanage was an excuse that was too revealing.

“In the worst case… I’ll have to keep the research results.”

I didn’t feel the need to decide on a successor.

There was no one who would devote herself to this research in the direction she wanted, and she was already in a state where she was not limited by life span.

Even if it took a thousand years, I thought I could finish the research by myself.

“Please, just don’t go back.”

Farseer, who had been complaining, sighed as he realized that it was an imagination with too little possibility of realization.

There was no way that a man who had suffered such humiliation would return without taking any revenge.