"So how do you get stronger?"

The elf in front of me, Mogre Thunderstone, looked at me with a pitiful look at me. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It made me feel very, very uncomfortable.

"I ......"

His voice was old and weak.

“...... Already...... There will be no further trial...... Anyone...... up"

Suddenly his eyes rolled,

He tilted his head sideways and glared at me.

This appearance made him look cunning like a wolf in the forest.

"Unless ......"

Unless?

"You...... Hate him to the bone"

Is that really the case?

Although I have more or less guessed the ending.

But when he said it, it really made me feel very uncomfortable.

Originally, because of Mespier, I was in a very unhappy mood.

Now it's even more unpleasant.

I shook my head at the elf in front of me.

"Even if it's easy for you, it's hard for me"

"Looks like I'm going to be weak for a long time"

The withered old elf snorted with his nose.

It was hard to imagine that his nose, which was already flattening to his face, could still make a sound.

Immediately after that, his figure turned into a faint mist.

Black and white clouds......

Whew――

Is this the end of it?

Although he knows how to control the power of his guardian elves.

But even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to use it easily.

Hate him to the bone.

This kind of feeling is indeed very rare for me.

But then, when Ellie vs. Corlius.

Finally my chest was pierced by the whirlwind of the Sheikh Satie, and I was dying.

Seeing Elle being tortured by Corlius, at that moment, I transformed into the full form of the Guardian Elf.

In other words, at that moment, I hated Corlius to the core...... Is it?

Hey, maybe it's surprisingly easy for me to become a person like my Patron Elf?

I said this to myself in my heart.

I don't know if it's self-deprecation or helplessness......

Huhuhu-

Wait a minute.

The guardian elf Mogory had long since dissipated into a cloud of mist, and I thought that the effect of Huangquan Creek had dissipated.

But now, after thinking wildly in his head, the darkness in the treasure trove has not been restored.

It's still a mist.

But......

It's hot, it's hot.

The mist, which had been tingling with a cold feeling, was now as hot as steam coming out of boiling water.

"Your Majesty Mespil?"

There was no response.

It's definitely in the wrong direction.

I was about to go around in circles looking for the direction of Mespil.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in the field of vision.

"Moggree?"

I asked tentatively.

From the thick hot mist, a figure emerged.

Unlike the old elf with a handful of dry bones.

This guy has plump skin, but ......

Only a tuft of black hair remained in the middle of his head, neatly and supple behind his head.

It's not long, but the tip is cocked and looks like some kind of bird's feather.

The rest of the head without long hair was on fire.

One wonders what force kept the rest of his hair from being burned.

He was dressed in a black robe, tightly wrapped, leaving only his head outside.

The skin on his face looked like it had been burned by fire, covered with black scorch marks.

There are also sparkling fires between the scorch marks, which look more like lava.

"Are you...... Not Moggrey?"

"Liu Xiaoqing?"

His mouth and tongue seemed to be stained with molten metal, which was glaring.

His voice was as loud as a sledgehammer striking on a red-hot steel plate, and it was deafening and scorching.

I suddenly began to break out in a cold sweat.

An instinctive fear kept me from looking directly into his dark eyes.

"I give, gift, you"

He doesn't speak Elvish well, so the information my translation spell feeds back to me is intermittent and sounds like it's machine-translated.

"Who are you!"

An unprecedented, bad feeling flooded my brain and scared me to the point of anger.

yelled at him.

"Gaha-Kaka-"

He opened his mouth and laughed a few times, his scorched face splitting open in an instant as he laughed, revealing a large mouth like a snake.

When he closed his mouth, his face cracked, and his red skin was glued together like melted chocolate.

Terror.

This kind of feeling is like an uninvited guest, and it can't be driven away, and it firmly occupies my heart.

It's a super bad feeling.

I started to tremble.

"Tell you, though, there will be something wrong, be cautious, no hindrance, you will die"

Hey, hey, I really hope my translation is wrong.

Because I seem to have heard something that is very, very unfavorable to me.

"Me"

His pitch-black pupils glowed with a black-red glow.

"Sluka Sna"

His voice made my ears tingle.

At the same time, it burned me and made me sweat.

The name doesn't sound like an elf's name.

With that, he slowly raised his hand.

Hands peeking out from under black robes.

One is scorched, one is bright.

It's as if a layer of diamonds has been laid on top of the black charcoal.

"Burning Spell"

"Ahh

As he spoke, it felt like my head was on fire.

With a baking sound, boundless heat rolled out of the heart.

The blood felt like it had been thrown into a nuclear reactor, and I could even hear the bubbling sound of the blood boiling as it boiled.

"Ahh

Puff -

It was as if I had fallen into the icy water.

It was pitch black.

I couldn't even tell if I was back in the vault or if I was blinded.

"Liu Xiaoqing!?"

The figure of Maispil is very blurry.

He reached out and grabbed me.

Hiss - -

I could feel the moment Mespil's hand touched my body, it was scalded and rolled up.

But even so, Maispear didn't let go.

I could feel like a piece of rotten meat, being pulled out of the pool and thrown onto the ground.

Syllable!

Mespier's slap on the face helped me a lot, and my eyeballs seemed to be back in their sockets, and my vision was much clearer.

"Whew-quack-"

I gasped, feeling like my chest was about to explode.

"What kind of magic is this!?"

The Elven King yelled at me.

"Burning ...... Ahem, ahem—"

Even when I coughed, I felt the exhaled breath burning my tongue.

Oh no, I gasped, and this breath went straight to my heart and lungs, as if I was about to ignite a bomb.

A hand was pressed against the door of my head, Mespil's hand, which was cold and cold.

It seems like he's unleashing some kind of magic on his hand to keep the burns from burning, but I can't even think about it right now.

"What magic!?"

He yelled at me.

"Burning...... e......”

After saying two words, when I tried to speak again, I only felt the breath coming out of my throat, but the voice could not come out.

It was as if the body was instinctively gasping for breath, and it was extremely painful.

I struggled, closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and swallowed.

It was a familiar action, but now it didn't feel like it moisturized my throat at all, as if all the saliva in my mouth had been burned dry.

I opened my eyes, breathing a few times in my nose and mouth, and felt a slight glimmer of hope that I might be able to utter words.

"Enchanted...... Ahem-ho-"

I could feel my body twitching, and this high heat made the human body as fragile as a piece of paper.

Wow -

Mespier held me down with both hands.

Followed by.

"In the name of my father, Tybrian Akagi"

"Blessings from the Mountains"

"Sheltered by the Stars and the Moon"

"Open the Gate of Elgonda, King of Ten Thousand Cities"

Hmmm――

The feeling of moving the sky for a while made the consciousness, which had already blurred to the edge, fly out of my head in an instant.

Dark ......

Only a few vocals remained.

And this...... Familiar ...... Warm feeling......