Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

53 Elves And Adventurers

Sheila Leonhardt is an elf.

It is precisely a species called the Forest Spirit Species, one of their descendants, whose former spirits made themselves firm and established themselves as a species.

In other words, it is no exaggeration to say that there is spiritual blood in Sheila.

But to be honest, Sheila never realized it.

As is normal for anyone who is an elf, because it is the magic that can be used like hands and feet that cannot be used on Sheila.

In that place, which is our own country and sanctuary, the elves are able to wield so much power that magical power is amplified and said to be equivalent to the Spirit.

Would it be a little easy to understand that even if you only have junior skills, you can use the same force there as advanced?

It is against that background that the elves are a rare species, but the only one of all races that remains neutral.

And that reason for increasing power in the sanctuary is a testament to the fact that the elves inherit the blood of the Spirit.

That's what they say, at least among elves, and it's realizing it that makes it an elf identity as well.

But Sheila, who cannot use magic, has no power to increase it.

Sheila had the gift of dealing with swords instead of magic, but it never got amplified.

That's what I couldn't feel.

But for Sheila, the best thing that could have happened was that it was so generous.

As much as I thought it would have been better to have been persecuted, that was not desirable for Sheila.

Elves are exclusive but always tolerant and fraternal towards their peers.

With just one exception, it was even common sense for them to give their hands unconditionally if they had company in need.

So everyday for Sheila was synonymous with getting help from her peers.

Or I could even say that it would have been difficult to live without your help.

The elves could wield mighty power within the country, so they were turning the place into a comfortable place for themselves.

If you go to a predetermined location, the water will overflow and the fire will light without much magic consumption, sometimes even allowing for a pseudo-spatial transfer.

There was no inconvenience in life, you got what you wanted, and that was something that everyone could enjoy if they were elves.

Except for just one.

And if I made it one of them, Sheila, it was only inconvenient that it was an elf country.

If you want water, you have to go to the creek a few kilometers away and if you want fire, it starts where you make the spark.

Naturally the only way to get around was by foot, but that country, made in the woods, was inconvenient to walk in anyway.

Most houses are built on trees anyway.

Even if they don't use metastases, the other elves usually fly and travel in the sky.

Depending on the location, it was not uncommon for it to be impossible to move itself.

That being the case, Sheila had no choice but to take another elf's hand.

My people take it, whoever it is, whenever they want... Sheila couldn't wait to hate it.

Because Sheila won't give anything back to those people.

No matter how good you are at handling knives, it doesn't make sense if you don't get a chance to wield it.

In the first place, such a dumb spot close to the elf forest is not even a demon, and someone would easily defeat it by magic where they were.

I had no choice but to be thankful for such a one-sided relationship, but that's why Sheila didn't like it.

It's extra because I know everyone thinks it's a reciprocal relationship, even for themselves.

Because Sheila also thinks they're one of them... so.

In a true sense, I wanted to call myself buddy from the bottom of my heart, so I jumped out there trying to learn magic at all costs.

Try to ask Doris, who was visiting the Elf Forest on an errand.

Though she seems to feel she took it out.

Either way, for Sheila, who was out of the woods for the first time that way, the outside world was a series of surprises.

First of all, I was surprised at the fact that I could live my daily life without any problems even if I couldn't use magic, and when I saw something called a well, I seriously wondered if I would install it in that forest.

I think the vast majority of those things were taught by Doris and given a lot of help.

But what was different from living in that forest was that eventually it could be done by one person.

I still remember clearly how touched I was when I was able to draw water from the well by myself and drink it.

But still, in the sense of being unilaterally grateful, Doris was the same again.

I started doing adventurers with Doris, but there was nothing like waving a sword, and Doris was another adventurer with quite an arm in the first place.

Tell me it's always helpful. Although I did, it's the same with Sheila.

After all, Sheila didn't have a single thing to do.

"Hmm, I see... as long as the rank rises, the guild cards and ID cards can be substituted."

"... because a single adventurer can count as a single citizen"

"But for that, it takes years, doesn't it? Adventurers are tough."

"What are you talking about like other people? Now we'll be adventurers, too.... Well, I agree it's tough."

"... but given the original, I can't help it"

"I don't know, because it's something that anyone can be... I think it's too much to think that a few years of hard work can make you a citizen. I didn't even think I could do that at first."

"... the achievements of the old adventurers, apparently?

"Ha, the old man did a lot of hard work."

That's how she listened to herself and took Sheila's gaze off softly from the three people who looked impressed.

The hood is still on, so I don't think I can see this face from the other side... but somehow, I couldn't watch.

What you see in Sheila's sight like that is a wooden wall that you've been looking after for the past few days.

Slightly shaken It is transmitted from the foot, as well as shaking the whole thing.

It's obvious because it's on the move... in other words, it was in the front of the carriage.

Ahead on your way is Trium, the southernmost city in the Baron of Arvent.

But that's where this carriage is headed, not Sheila and the others.

Sheila and the others are aiming for Viotto, further ahead, in the central part of Baron Yodle's territory.

Because that is the place where the next ancient ruins were taught by that man at that time.

Apparently, instead of near that city, it wasn't even within the same territory.

Well, given the rarity of ancient sites, it's natural in a way.

"Hmm... but we really don't know anything about adventurers."

"Well, I guess some people didn't try to know because I wasn't particularly going to do it as an adventurer in the first place... but still, I usually feel like it's something Mr. Doris would explain"

"... Doris is a pain in the ass."

"Uh... maybe it's rude, but somehow I feel like I know"

"… indeed, you are strangely convinced when you are told"

If there is only one person who can do it, then it is so much trouble as to take the initiative and move, but if there is anyone else who can do it, it is a pain in the ass to leave it unilaterally to the other person to do nothing.

Those two seemingly contradictory things coexist well in Doris.

"Well, anyway, it would help if Sheila could teach me a lot. I may use it in some future occasions."

"Um, I've had a lot of interesting things, and it helps."

"You are. Thank you."

".................. nothing. In the carriage, I was just free"

That is true when it comes to truth.

A week on the move to Lumburg.

Moreover, it has already been a few days since the journey from there, so we have exhausted the topic of discourse.

Then he asked me to tell him about the adventurer because it was a corner, and he was just telling me.

"... in the first place, it's all a take-away from Doris"

"Still, it's Sheila who's telling me."

Sheila moves her gaze further away from the Thanksgiving Somas.

I don't know what to say... I didn't know how to take it.

Because Sheila was always in a position to get someone to do something, to tell her.

This is the first time I have ever taught anyone anything in this way or been appreciated.

There was no way I knew what to do.

Speaking of not knowing, now occupies this breast, so does this emotion.

No, I know, of course, what it's called.

It's the first time Sheila's ever known that someone doing something for her and being thankful for it makes her so happy.

At the same time, I think.

I was wondering if my fellow elves did all sorts of things to me because they felt this way.

Just knowing that might have meant jumping out of there... Sheila turned her gaze back on the Somas for a moment and loosened her mouth.