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These four words are enough to express my current attitude towards Meispil.

I thought he was a good guy, but he peeled off his mask in front of me so directly.

It's hard for someone like me to accept, let alone Ellie.

I raised my right hand and pressed it to my heart, holding back the feeling in my heart that I was conflicted about wanting to spit out.

so as not to be detected by Ellie through the soul link.

The path continues, and so does the silence between me and the Elven King.

This feeling is simply suffocating.

"Arrived"

Maispier said.

We stopped in front of a small pond.

Anyway, how could there be such a thing in the palace......

A small pond enclosed with turquoise stones that looks like a fish pond.

The water inside is alive, and there are several small streams from the side that converge into the pool and then flow out again.

Probably ankle-deep.

In the darkness around it, the pool of water appears transparent and steady in the spotlight overhead.

"Let's get inside"

I didn't follow Maispear's words.

Because my heart was full of disgust for the elf king.

"Learning the means to defeat the enemy has nothing to do with who taught you"

Mespier seemed to see through what I was thinking, and enlightened me.

"Since you have become the medium of Elice Herana, it is necessary for you to use it to protect her power and to protect your family."

It's a pity that Mespier is telling the truth.

Even if I am disgusted with what the Elf King has done to Ellie, it has nothing to do with whether or not I should accept his guidance.

So I walked a few steps forward to the edge of the pond.

Cautiously stepped in.

Water...... Cold as ice.

The whole foot is about to lose sensation.

Then I stepped on the other foot again.

There seemed to be a chill on both legs crawling up the skin.

I shuddered.

Suddenly......

The entire surface of the water became as calm as a mirror.

In turn, it was divided into black and white.

It's like pouring paint of different colors, black and white.

"The reflection of the Relic Elves, which allows you to see the influence of your own Guardian Elves, but cannot communicate with each other"

"The water in the pond here is fine"

"The holy relic 'Huangquan Stream' can allow you and the soul of the guardian elf to briefly meet in the torrent of the world"

Uh, can I complain about the name of this holy object, it sounds very unsafe.

"Unlike before, the world is something that only you can see"

As Mespier's voice spoke, the pool of water seemed to be intended to match him.

Streams of steam bubbled out of the pool.

But Mespier turned a blind eye, as if he really couldn't see.

"Remember the direction of my voice and I will keep telling you what to do"

What does the direction of sound mean?

The fog around me gradually thickened, blurring my vision and making it difficult for me to see Mespier.

At the edge of the field of vision, something seemed to move.

I turned my head to look, the mist and nothing else.

Ay?

The moment I turned my head, the voice of Mespier disappeared.

Don't......

I tilted my head back again, and Mespil's voice came back.

"Patron elves don't just exist in their original state in the world you see"

"Rather, it exists in its final state......"

It seems that as long as I am facing in the direction I am facing, I will not be able to hear Mespil again.

That's why I said, let me remember the direction of the sound.

"What is the final state?"

Mespier's breathing adjusted, and I could hear his breathing.

"Although Linda did not report to me on Ellieherana's orders"

"But I know what you did against Corlius"

My heart tightened.

Not only because Maispear even knew this, but also because he remembered that bad memory.

Elle stuck to my black and white body, and the way her skin was burned by the lightning released by the magic made me feel as uncomfortable as a pinprick in my heart.

"The first time you activated the Reflection, you ran out of mana and broke it halfway"

"You should have seen the incomplete Patron Elf at the time"

What Mespier was talking about was what I saw at the time, the world turned into black and white, swirling water.

"Later, when you faced Corlius, you completely activated the reflection, and that vortex is the final state of your guardian elves."

"The Resentful of Injustice, Mogre Thunderstone"

"His ability as a guardian elf is, Vortex"

"Vortex?"

"The highest justice and the worst evil, two things that will never blend with each other, are entangled"

"They twist and repel each other, turning Mogol's magic into a whirlpool"

As I spoke, I suddenly saw that the calm water of the pool began to spin, and the black and white colors gradually became entangled.

But the two colors don't blend together, creating a dazzling swirl.

My head was so dizzy that I almost collapsed into the pool.

Well?

Suddenly, it brightened.

Patches of clouds floated lightly around.

I...... Not in the treasury anymore?

No, there was a general cold feeling of being frozen on both legs, and the feet were fixed to the ground and could not move.

It's an illusion.

The cloud in front of him gradually dispersed, revealing a figure......

He has long black and white hair, braided into many slender braids, and is tied with various ornaments.

It is said to be an ornament, but it is not all, because in addition to the common things such as small gold nuggets, small wood carvings, polished gemstones, etc.

There are also stones, leaves, and even ...... Bone.

Only one elven ear is still erect, and the other elven ear is broken.

It appears to have a flat cut, most likely cut by a sharp weapon during the battle.

The wrinkles on his face make this long face look like a shriveled melon or something.

The eyebrows and beard are also black and white, which looks like a patch, and more like they are dyed like this on purpose.

Dressed in a shabby robe, although the style looked like some kind of aristocracy, it had faded to the point of not being the same.

A pair of eyes...... There was a sharp glow inside, like a laser, that seemed to shoot directly through my skull.

"You ......"

He spoke, his voice as shriveled as his appearance, as if he hadn't drunk water for thousands of years.

“...... It is...... My host?"

Host?

I don't know how the mantra is translated, how does it sound, it seems that he has admitted that he is a parasite?

"Click, Click, Quack"

His laughter was so unpleasant that the sounds seemed to come from the collision of a few bones, not from his throat.

"True ......"

He raised his head slightly and stared at me with disdain in the back of his eyes.

“...... Weak ......"

I......

You're a big head, it's been a long time, and you've been talking about this?

I'm just a high school student, and being weak is a matter of course.

"Ho ......"

He exhaled deeply with his mouth open, revealing the few remaining pure black teeth.

I was secretly glad that it was a fantasy, otherwise his bad breath might have killed me immediately.

"You...... A little...... Hatred is not ......"

There was a hint of regret in his words.

"Also...... How to fight?"

"What are you talking about, what are you fighting?"

"Hit ...... Battle!"

"Well, how do I explain that, I was born in the twentieth century, and humanity has long stopped fighting large-scale wars"

"Oh......"

The old man nodded, and his eyes immediately changed from a sharp feeling to a distracted feeling.

It's as if it's no longer interesting to be alive.

But he seems to have been hanging for a long time anyway, so I don't need to comfort him......

"Ask Him"

Mespier's voice.

"You seem to have seen the Patron Elves as they are"

"Then just ask him"

"How, he's willing to let you borrow his power"

"How can I get the most out of him?"

Oh, that's how easy it is, just ask face-to-face, OK.

"The ......"

However, seeing him so frustrated, I was really embarrassed to ask.

"Why are you so frustrated, it's a good thing not to fight, it's a good thing to have peace"

The old man glared at him with a hostile look.

"So, what about my hatred!?"

His voice suddenly mixed with a strange magic, and it became sharp and heavy, making him no longer seem breathless.

"All the injustices I've seen, what to do!?"

He was excited.

Two waves of magic rushed up from the pool and rushed into my heart.

"My enemy, what should I do!?"

Huhuhu-

I felt like my throat was stuffed with something that stuck to my mouth like cream, making it impossible for me to breathe.

Surprise!

What is it?

My body ......

It turned into a black and white vortex.

From the inside of the pool, there is a stream of water of two colors, and it stands upside down.

My hands seemed to be tightly wrapped in black and white bandages.

This...... Is that my Patron Elf?

It embarrasses me.

There is no gorgeous light, no raging flames, and no beautiful appearance.

I suddenly felt that the guardian angels I had seen in games and movies were too far away from me.

I...... It was lodged with such a mess.

“...... Spit out the water!"

Mespil's voice, faint voice.

Ahem......

Goo――

As if in the pool after a few sips of water, I was grabbed and my mouth was cold.

I realized that a cold sensation enveloped my whole body.

In other words, the pool really rolled up and wrapped me.

The moment I reacted, the water fell from me.

The illusion around me has been restored to the calm appearance just now.

My body has changed back to my human form.

The old man in front of me continued to look at me with a pitiful gaze.

"You ......"

"Really...... Weak ......"