Chapter 569

Chapter 569: Carlwin rebirth 5

“Why did you ask for a guide when you went into the woods? At that age, you’re not going to get lost.”

“It will. I mean, you can’t go in there without the elves’ magic.”

Beatrice and Naia, plus Oregano. And Mr. Hilda, who I picked up in a hot spring on the way.

If I call you after, you’ll accompany Lyla, who flew away, into the North Forest.

“Remember, if you’re going to be quiet for a while too. This forest would be nice enough to go in for a bit, but I can’t go in the back. They basically don’t let me in, except the elves.”

“… you’re not an elf, are you”

“It’s okay because I’m friends with the chief of the family.”

It’s not really accurate because there are so many more reasons, but that would be the easiest way to get through to Beatrice who knows nothing.

“Please wait a minute. ─ ─ ─!

Oregano casts a small spell to open the line, followed by her into the woods.

Its interior is the ever-spring forest, but the polka is also just spring so I can’t feel the climate change.

“This is the territory of the Silver Families. And if you magically travel a bit again and move to the land of the Red Clan and let Lyla fly further from there, it’s your destination.”

“If you go there, your hands will grow?

“Aside from my hands, I can get more or less injuries back to normal. Some of you have been fully healed for your wounds from 400 years ago.”

“By and large, does that mean that sometimes it doesn’t heal?

“I don’t know any examples of treatment failures so far, but, well, if you’re dead, you can’t.”

“… what kind of famous doctor do you have?”

“A famous doctor. Well, he’s a famous doctor in a way…”

Though it jumps far beyond the concept of medicine.

“Nevertheless… that’s an amazing forest”

Beatrice squeaks with her hands on the tree nearby.

“There shouldn’t be that many trees around here yet,”

Silver is more or less the family of an open land.

It is also relatively, which is not as extensive and tidy as a human town, but not as depressing (in the vicinity of the family estate) as it is inflexible to walk.

“Are there some darker places than here?

“Of course there is… or because it’s the home forest of the northern elves under heaven, that’s natural”

“I’ve never seen such a splendid tree stand in itself”

Beatrice looks up at the giant tree. The trees, which are not that rare in the northern woods but are also more than 10 metres tall, were certainly not around Carlwin.

It’s hard for trees to grow in areas where demons travel. Somehow it feels like eight hits and they knock it down.

“Surrounded by these amazing trees, I wonder if you’re scared.”

“Scared?”

unexpected opinion.

As he clenches his neck, Beatrice explains it like an excuse as he scratches up his dark hair with his remaining right hand.

“… because a tree is alive. Don’t you think I’d be scared to be surrounded by such a big creature?

“… you’re scared of strange things instead of brave people”

“Yup, it’s not as big as a rock doll at best that a brave man has to fight! If you break those joints, it’s already an easy win, but if a tree like this falls, you’ll be king’s wheel and you won’t be able to support it!

“… it looks like he’s got muscle through and he hasn’t”

“The trees won’t fall without so much, Beatrice.”

“If there’s so much going on, you’re going down!

Hmm.

Well, the first time I saw Isaac, too (because I’d never seen a giant as big as 3 meters before), it was something I couldn’t help but be scared of, but I guess it’s just like that.

I’ve heard that it’s instinct to feel unreasonable fear of big things.

“Um… what are you saying?

Softly Oregano asks me to interpret. Does Oregano not understand Valerie?

“They’re scared of big trees. It seems strange that the elves are surrounded by these big creatures.”

“… It’s a feeling I don’t know. There’s no way a tree would do anything to scare people.”

“You don’t know the woods because you’re the kid who lived in the middle of demonic territory. Forgive me.”

“Well, I don’t know the language, so I don’t forgive you or not.”

One or a lover of the forest, one or a petitioner of the world who doesn’t know the forest.

Differences in how you feel about one tree are also quite interesting.

“Has Naia never felt that way?

“There was inspiration for something called a big tree that lived for hundreds of years, but fear is especially…”

“Maybe that’s not because you’re an elf?

“Half, though. … do I also have an elf instinct to that extent”

Naia to think about.

“I think it’s just a personal feeling,” Mr. Hilda muttered small. That seems so.

“But she’s a daughter who can’t be scared to say she’s scared of big things. It is precisely to say that my lord the owner is admired by dozens more giant creatures than his trees.”

Lyla shrugs her shoulder like she said she was shrugged.

“And apart from this! You’re not kidding me because I’m scared!

Apparently it’s a matter of policy not to change your attitude while admitting you’re scared. Should I call it sky clear or a troublesome guy?

“In a way, she might be a worthy little girl.”

“Don’t think weird, okay? He’s an important resource for Carlwin’s future.”

It’s about Lyla, so you don’t have to tell me. You know that.

Get Oregano to guide you straight to the red clan estate.

The same was true of the silver family estate, but Beatrice looks complicated when she sees the beauty of the elves walking there, even in red, and how the old but somewhere elegantly impressed house looks.

“It’s like your first foreign country.”

As I leave the polka because it’s a country town.

“Sounds so rich… we’re all as good as royal nobility. Fit. I can’t believe there’s such a comfortable world.”

“Aren’t you convinced?

“… I heard that the king was crazy, but I don’t know… yeah. I’m not convinced.”

“From now on, you’re gonna make that valley look like this.”

“You should be able to…… not. You can’t be so rich over there.”

“I can”

“… you’re out of words”

“Dozens of dragons and dozens of countries will work together to protect and enrich that place. You can’t possibly.”

“I know the dragons are strong, but they can’t make a world like this for us. I can’t imagine that.”

“If you have two hands, you can make more or less of them. I can tell you a lot about my mouth. If you have two legs, you can go anywhere. Forget it, there’s nothing you can’t do.”

… Uh, you’re selling Grants Hundred People again, me.

Nevertheless, it’s bad for that guy to say something inclusive…… so.

“… you, fine…”

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You know, Beatrice looks a little touched.

My name dialogue is just a take-away, I know Lyla pokes me with her elbow, but, well, I don’t give a shit, so shut up and I’ll stroke Beatrice’s head.

“Let’s go get two bottles together for that. each other.”

“… ugh, yeah”

So, we flew from the red clan estate and arrived at the Sacred Beast Labyrinth in no time.

“Andy, well done!

This break core is in adult mode.

He came running up to me slowly descending from Lyla’s hand, and when I held him tight, he realized he was rigid and had no arms of mine.

“… Is this your arm on the line?

“Yeah, there’s more.”

“Okay. Let’s cure it right away. Hilda, Lyla, you guys need to help.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Ho. Hold on a second.”

Lyla’s shadow disappears fleshly, and she descends naked into a human body right around the corner.

“So Yuuka”

“Get dressed, huh? Needless to say,”

“Ho. Anyway, some people are watching.”

“Still, let’s pay a little attention!

“Well, I don’t mind being naked. By the way, Hilda, I actually feel like I’m about to get an improvement on my surgery recently, and I just wanted to ask your opinion.”

“Yeah? What do you mean?

“It’s a regenerative control procedure, but what about the way I make organs first, surgically connect them, template them, and later convert them into self-tissue? In the direction of witchcraft, the pain is minimal, and the danger of overflow is greatly…”

“Uh, wait, that could have been a blind spot. I wonder if I don’t need to be forced to make a mess of myself…… Oh, I’m sorry, Andy. Let me just have a little meeting. But in that way, aren’t you afraid of the takeover of the definition of self-existence by organs?

“I don’t think it would be dangerous if we didn’t put time aside by the magic of tissue conversion. I’ve done animal experiments many times.”

“It’s the concept of magic first, isn’t it? That’s right, as a direction…”

Mr Hilda and Braecoqua have begun the discussion.

Me, Naia, Beatrice, etc. can’t keep up with that, and it makes me a little poker.

I won’t have time between them, so I’ll talk to Lyla for now.

“Eh, improving… I mean, it feels like you’ll be able to play it without having to go through me?

“But it’s still in the theoretical stage…. Hey Hilda, it’s Breakcore. Better than that.”

Lyla also enters the circle of discussion. It doesn’t seem to be a technical story, telling the two of them something in a small voice as they see this one flying, then nodding at each other for a while.

“Okay. We’ll talk about this another time.”

“Andy, the healing of you and Beatrice is a prerequisite this time.”

… That kind of makes my home right the way the two of us forgot about the exuberance and stuff just now.

What did you say, Lila?

“Then both of you, let’s start treatment immediately. Go up to the temple.”

“Yes, yes, so is Beatrice.”

We’ll be pulled together.

… and.

“Then take it off, both of you”

“Because it’s to cure my arms.”

Indoors, I took it off magnificently, Mr. Breakcore and Mr. Hilda. And me and Beatrice, who are both in line and confused.

… Oh, no, I am. It’s bad if you don’t control it through me.

“Why, no, I have to take it off… at least let him out!

“No, Andy, you’re an important part of this.”

“That’s right. It’s for one arm, nothing like being naked, right?

“… hey, these guys are suddenly gaining momentum… hey you, what’s going on!

“… no, that sort of thing… you know, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

“Huh!?

I should have devised a way to do that without making it even more erotic… No, maybe.

“Lyla, you…”

“Kukuk. Come on, how long can you keep bouncing back? If it goes on, it’s okay, and it’s okay to wake up to courtesy of the owner.”

Hey.

… will you stop innovating because of that?!?

(cont ‘d)