1458 Light swallowed by turbulence, Part 9 - Boy's upset ② -

As Petefloat observed the fursill still, he realized it was more rap than usual. Apparently this one may be my original personality, but I feel somewhat weak about the strained feeling of not feeling nervous for some reason.

Petefloat felt it might be a good opportunity to chop up.

"(Something happened, Fursil. Looks different than usual, though?

"... you're sharp. Apparently, my role is coming to an end. On the other hand, I'm a little lonely, and I'm sure there's some reassurance that I'm finally here, but I don't know how to describe my feelings."

"(What's a role?

"I can't even tell you that. For now, I guess this whole area of safety and management, plus food procurement and gathering information on other lands. I'll just tell you that I'm protecting something important. I just don't need to protect you anymore."

"(When the role is over, I won't be able to see you?

"Ha, that's not true. Instead, peace will teach you many more things. The other high elves can't move now, but if they can, I'll have more time of my own. Even if it looks like this, it's the youngest in the clan. If I tell you, I'm just a kid."

"(other high elves... are you alive)"

It was Petefloat who wasn't sure about that, but apparently the high elves trapped in the crystal are alive. Then what are you doing there? If you think of the knowledge Doom gained from Anomaly combined with the knowledge of Petefloat, you're pretty sure he's supplying magic. The question is, what are you supplying?

I'd like to hear Doom's opinion, but Doom isn't here yet. He should be lurking his breath in the swamp. Petefloat kept his mouth shut for a while, but Fersil changed the subject to see how it went and worried him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that was a difficult story for you. [M] More than that, I'll show you my magic that I just talked about today. If we use this, we'll be able to see what's happening to the rest of the land while we're here. Look at that."

Fersil crushed something and gently put his hand on the ground. Plants are tangled in the hands, and the magic appears to be pouring into the ground. The language is probably ancient elf and cannot be understood by Petefloat either, but the stirring and whispering of the surrounding plants could be heard.

"(Alj... Warella is the Lord)"

"(Otsutae shitaku... story shitaku)"

"(Notte to Nagare... word to Nagare)"

The plant language is fragmentary, but still seems to speak for the fursil. A vast array of words and magic, more than the magic poured in, pours into the fur sill following the ground vein.

If you're a regular person, you either get mad at the flow of that magic, or you get a lot of magic sickness. Petefloat recognised that Fursil is still a high elf, no matter how young he may be, around being flattened by the magic of human frenzy.

Fursil gently wiped the sweat off his forehead once he stopped the sorcery from starting.

"Hmm... apparently Romansland's southbound operation hasn't gone so well. Problem with the barracks, or the resistance of the opponents... they don't seem to be able to march any more than they thought."

"(... what land is that about?

"Oh, I mean seven days away in a dragon from here. Even so, don't you see?"

With a strange face acting, Petefloat was just impressed. How convenient would it be to find out about such a remote land? I wanted to leave Doom alone and learn his magic for real.

"(Hey, can I do that magic too?

"Yeah? Um, I don't know... I can handle a bunch of principle elements, and you're gonna need improvement because it's still hard to talk about incompatible land... and yes, you were a dark attribute, right? Then I'd like you to try one..."

Fersil let Pete touch the sorcery he had activated as he taught the trick. Apparently, you don't have to start the magic itself, but with Fursil's permission, you can use it. Pete tried to use magic and was imprisoned for feeling very ticklish. My hands crawl around under the ground at high speeds, and if I close my eyes, I fall into the illusion that I can see many exits. The exit appeared to shine in a variety of colors, but my eyes and hands hurt as I tried to get close to the glowing one. Conversely, there is no such thing as a dim glow. Apparently, it means when compatible spirits and elements recognize the land in color. As far as incompatible land was concerned, there was likely to be a great deal of pain in excluding it.

Petefloat chose a particularly large and dim exit among them. When I took that exit, there was a sight in front of me that I knew about.

"(Is this... swamp?

What an unconscious choice Petefloat made was the swamp. Although the land would certainly have been polluted because Doom had fought until earlier and the turbulence had pushed over and the purified land and water had disappeared. I guess Fursil doesn't have any dark attributes so there's no confirmation, when he noticed Pete took off the exit, he threw a question at me.

"What do you say? Have you been out on some land?

"(I think I'm out... but I don't know where)"

"That's right. In that case, you can look for the spirits of the land and ask questions. If you are weak, you will unconditionally obey us when we come out of the earth.

Any spirits or plants around?

Bad for Fursil's inquiry, Petefloat felt. Fursil is only asking questions as a matter of course, but I intuited that this could be a fatal question. I already know it's a swamp, and Fursil is going to let him investigate the land he can't get in and out of through Pete. Take this situation - knowing that the Serpent has been overthrown in the swamps moves not only Fursil, but Oranzebul.

Petefloat tried to return from the exit, but the eruption from the ground vein was so intense that he could not manipulate it himself. Apparently we have Fursil's help when we go home, but it's unnatural to go back in this situation. An unexpected hand of salvation was reached as Petefloat thought of a way to open it while pretending to check his surroundings.

Continued