CH 74.3

This one, too. But “no” was not an option.

“…Just do it.”

Once I accepted, my abilities started to increase all at once. Here are the results.

Player: Carol Nym Arceides

Race: Ancient Elf

Age: 15

Level 213 HP: 770 MP: 1235

Strength: 497

Endurance: 415

Agility: 536

Magic: 550

Charm: 430

Attack-Magic: 158

Healing-Magic: 151

Enchant-Magic: 150

Long-range Attack: 145

Sword dance: 124 etc…

…What are these numbers? They simply doubled my ability, right? 

More importantly… I just realized that my race has changed.

Half Elf changed to [Ancient Elf]. Ancient Elf? I stared at the letter to see what it was about, and the magical tool that had become [System] by fusing with me, as I thought it would, gave me the details.

[Ancient Elf]

[The first subhuman race born in this world. Born of pure magic power from when the world was still full of primordial magic power. The Rulers of All Demons, different from the subhumans who have been transformed into daemons by magic power. They boasted of eternal life, strong bodies, and mighty magical powers, but it was believed that they perished in a conflict with the gods of antiquity or after fighting each other.]

Could this be the reason for this bizarre growth in ability? Calculating from the levels and skills, there were at least 100 more extra stats.

I think my ears were longer than when I was a half-elf, too….

Then, after adjusting some settings again, I returned to the normal space, and my grandmother’s face, who had run up to me in worry, had a grand twitch the moment she saw me.

***

Well, there may be other explanations for something like this, but for now, let’s get back to the present.

When I used my magic to repel the Great Spirit of the Earth, both my enemies and allies fell silent and stared at me.

(Report: Enemy 2460 Normal 790 Friendly 1895.)

Hmm? When I turned my attention to the report from the system, I found that somehow the number of allies had increased on the battlefield. I pulled up a simplified map to see if it was the civilians from the city of the daemons who had gotten carried away and joined the battle, but instead of the city, I saw a number of blue dots of light indicating allies approaching from the surrounding forest. This is…

[Gugoooh!!!]

With a yell, a huge beast appeared and began to overrun the Caenista army.

Griffon. Manticore. Cerberus. Hydra. Chimera… dozens of demons of level 50 or 60 appeared and joined the daemon army in fighting Caenista’s army.

Is this submission to me…or rather to an Ancient Elf? 

“Gather around.”

I called to the demons that chased after the militia that was about to flee, and they gathered under me, hanging their heads as if they were a pack of giant beasts submitting to me.

“U…ahhh!!!?”

The knights and soldiers who had frozen at the sight became panicked and began to flee, throwing down their weapons.

Some of the knights did not flee and remained behind, but at this point, it would no longer be possible to maintain the battle line.

“You! Those who run away will be executed! Come back and fight!”

In the center of the defeated soldiers, a knight in luxurious armor with burn marks on his face was shouting. Where have I seen him before? 

“Miss, can you leave him to me?”

When I turned around at the sound of that voice, I found Bert-san, who had caught up with me before I knew it, climbing the fort and staring straight at the knight who appeared to be the group’s commander.

“Parents should do something about their children’s misbehavior…”

“…hmm”

Ah, is that Bert-san’s son, Abel? Bert-san’s voice sounded oddly amused, and I understood that it was a ritual between muscle brains, and decided to leave Abel to Bert-san.

Should I go to their main camp and destroy it?