"Whoa..."
Pelas finished the final blow perfectly and exhaled.
[Your level has risen.]
- Player's level has reached 18!
- All stats increase.
Fatigue that recovers a little as the level goes up.
In the distance, Werner and Robben were sprawled on the floor.
Their level had also risen due to this battle.
Robben is already level 16, Werner is now level 13.
and not long after
Dada Dada Dada!
As soon as the trolls fell, the elven defenses rushed in.
In an instant, they sealed the perimeter and hit the defense line.
I wonder if another enemy will appear.
Of course, only Fellas knew that it was all simply a troll.
Even so, the eyes of the elven guards glanced back at the troll.
Their eyes mixed with fear, surprise, and relief that they would no longer have to fight that monster.
It was worth it.
Up close, the troll's size was still enormous.
Even the palm of his hand was on par with an elf.
If it was this level of intimidation even in the state of being broken in two, I had no idea what the hell it would feel like when I was standing still.
"You're a real monster."
One of the elves muttered involuntarily.
At his words, the elves around him also nodded.
And then naturally, the gaze had no choice but to return to Pelas.
It was an even worse monster that had cut that monster in two by itself.
Originally, in this era, the relationship between elves and humans was very bad.
However, none of the elves present here looked at Pelas' party with a bad eye.
Rather, it was all about the eyes full of respect and gratitude.
A human who risked his life to protect the land of the elves against that terrifying monster.
Nothing more was needed to move the hearts of the elves.
And Cheralt spoke to them on behalf of their hearts.
"Thank you. Thank you very much. Lord Pelas."
Pelas shook his head.
"No, I just did what I had to do. It was what I could do."
humble to the end.
They were already falling for Pelas.
Saying you can do it, saying you can do it.
They were also true, so no one felt that Pelas' words were purely heartfelt.
Pelas was thus able to stand taller.
'Isn't that true?'
It was a matter of course.
For the late Pelas, the boss fight tutorial was something he had to do, and it was something he could do.
He said nothing wrong, and his words were full of sincerity.
No matter what kind of elf in the world was brought, no, even if he brought a lie detector, Pelas would be confident.
And it would be strange that the elves would not fall for him.
Jaquel, the king of the elves, too.
"You're really...a wonderful and wonderful human being."
"Yes. Even I think so."
Pelas replied with a smile.
How could it not be surprising that he is living his second life like this?
They live in the same world as in the game they played in their previous life.
* * *
that evening.
Jaquel, the king of the elves, held a grand feast to celebrate the victory in battle.
It wasn't that there were no injuries, but there were no fatalities.
Most of the wounded in Gedasa were only light wounds.
In such a great battle, a victory that ended without death.
Thanks to this, the atmosphere of the festival naturally led to this place.
Jaquel was also in a good mood and poured a precious drink.
A single drink was given to each knight.
It was Dalmore 62, a liquor brewed by gathering moonlight using an elf-specific recipe.
Jaquel stood in front of everyone, holding a glass of wine and shouting loudly.
"For Lord Pelas who protected our home today!!"
"for!!"
"Waaaaaa!!"
After a stormy roar, the elves drank from the glasses in their hands.
"Hey! I never thought I'd be drinking this while I was alive!"
"Hey! Look at the feeling of going down your throat!"
"Crazy, crazy. This is alcohol!"
The elven knights who drank alcohol were much more generous than Pelas thought.
no different from humans.
Even to the liking of alcohol.
Jaquel meant to enjoy today, and instead of the few Dalmoa 62, he sipped other drinks to his heart's content.
Thanks to this, the elven knights were able to have a cool drinking party without any shortage.
Soon after, the drunken elven knights gathered around Pelas in twos and threes.
"Should we call you Lord Pelas too?"
Pelas shook his head.
"Just call me Pelas, feel free."
"Keuuu! Good swordsmanship, good personality! He's a very, very good friend."
"I mean. Hey, how did you split that troll in the end?"
Pelas rolled his eyes and gave a short reply.
Berserker and counter slash here, it was impossible to talk about such things.
"You did everything you could."
The elven knights burst into laughter at his words.
"Hahahaha!! That's right. I'll do my best!"
"To cut down a troll with all your might. You've surpassed the human level!"
"He's a really great person. If you get a chance later, teach me some swordsmanship."
"Do you think that will be learned? You just have to be born like that friend! Ordinary guys like us can't do it for the rest of our lives."
The spirited elves each spit out their own words.
Pelas just laughed along and slipped out of the seat.
'Drunk elves are much more troublesome than I thought...'
Pelas sneaked out into a quiet place.
He leaned against a tree alone and poured a glass of Dalmoa 62 that Jaquel had given him into his mouth.
A strong smell of alcohol rising.
"Ugh! It's dirty!"
It was Pelas who, involuntarily, stuck out his tongue and frowned.
Perhaps because it was brewed by elven standards, the alcohol content was completely different from human standards.
It was weird not to get drunk after hitting something like this.
Besides, without snacks.
Pelas set down his empty glass and looked up at the sky.
It's already been quite a while since I passed my previous life and struggled in this world.
But it seemed like it was the first time he had ever looked up at the sky like this.
"It's pretty."
Stars shining in the pitch-black night sky.
The sound of bugs in the forest.
and...
"yes?"
A voice suddenly interrupted.
Pelas turned his head in the direction of the voice.
Aeria was standing there.
"What is it? Have you finished all your meetings with people you haven't met in a while, already?"
Aeria sat down beside Felas and continued.
"It should be a long time or a moderately long time. If it's been too long, there's nothing to say."
"It could be."
"By the way. Now the alliance is right in front of your nose as you want, what will you do in the future?"
"from now on?"
"Yeah. Didn't you go this far because you had something on your mind? You even caught trolls by yourself."
Perhaps Aria thought that Pellas hunted the trolls for the sake of the alliance.
The purpose of Pelas was only the treasure of the elves.
However, the goal for the future was also slowly formed.
While catching Theberaz.
The goal was to turn the items of the Shadow Union.
"Now the Shadow Union. We'll have to rob them."
"As expected. That's how it will be."
"hmm."
It was natural.
There might be items or skills that I hadn't even thought of.
As for the current Pellas, I wanted to sweep it all up.
If you shake it off, it might come out full.
In hindsight, they would all become valuable assets.
But Aria seemed to have a different idea.
"It's going to be dangerous. Maybe much more than you think. Why do you sacrifice so much for others?"
He seemed to think that Pelas was sacrificing himself for the greater good.
"...hmm..."
The moment Pelas was thinking about what to answer.
"Yeah. What is this? I never thought the day would come when I see that old lady Aria being so discreet!"
An elven knight shouted with a loud laugh.
Two drunken elven knights gathered at his voice again.
The three of them each said a word.
"Hahaha! It's true. A day like this will come too. Ch. A hero and an elf. They're in perfect harmony."
"Sister Aria. Honey is dripping from your eyes! If you're like Pelas, you're qualified, right?"
"So, then, our Aria. You're all grown up now!"
Elia muttered quietly to him.
"...It's noisy. Everyone go back and have a drink."
However, there was no way her words would reach the ears of the drunken elven knights.
"Ah! There is such a good spectacle, but I can't do that!"
"Yes, yes. It's hard to see something like this even if you live another three hundred years."
"It's like Aria!"
At their endless chatter, Aria slowly stood up.
with cruel eyes.
But only Fellas noticed the dangerous change in her eyes.
The elven knights, who had lost their sense of being drunk, had not yet noticed that Aria's eyes had changed.
"I mean. Hey. But Aria was about a hundred years ago..."
He couldn't finish talking.
Clink!!
It was because Aria hit the empty glass in her hand on his head.
dump.
Pelas was startled and felt sober.
"Uh, huh?"
Eria grins as she looks back at the bewildered Fellas.
It was funny, but her face looked like it was just her eyes smiling.
"Don't worry. He has a thick skull, so this is no problem."
"Uh, does that make sense?..."
Even in the midst of this, another elf knight was laughing without understanding the situation.
"Puhahahaha!! Exactly, the old eccentric Elia is back!"
At those words, Aria's eyes flashed again.
"Oh, right. And he has a thick skull too."
Aeria took the cup from the elf knight's hand before he knew it and struck him on the head.
Clink!!
He too fell helplessly.
dump.
In an instant, the two elven knights fell to the ground.
The last elf knight who noticed that the situation was taking a strange turn.
He started to backtrack.
"Eh, Aria-sama. I-I'll go back now."
"late."
Aria's hand grabbed his wine glass faster than her eyes and flew towards her head.
Clink!! dump.
In the end, it was Aria who defeated all three of them.
Pelas asked her blankly.
"Does he have a thick skull too?"
"No. He's just pissed off."
"Oh yeah..."
On this day, the number of wounded in the Elf Knights was added by three more.
* * *
And the next day, Pelas received some exciting news.
Jaquel's call.
The moment to finally receive the reward for this high school student had arrived.
< Episode 45. Friends with thick skulls. >end