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Time of Self-Introduction

Human? I was a spirit that was originally human. However, if my attribute was human, nothing changed since I was reincarnated as a spirit. I couldn’t believe I had been deceived with a hard-earned Transcendental skill!

“Damn Fantasy.”

If you think you’re going to get away after doing this to an innocent hero, you’re greatly mistaken. I will make you repay for this grudge a hundred times over! The First Spirit who heard my complaint responded, sitting with her ass on my head as natural as if it were a reserved seat.

“You have to understand. Don’t you think it’s too easy to specialize in one attribute? Fire Spirits specialize in fire attributes and exert decisive influence when it comes to fire. Even their nature is influenced by it. They stay true to their emotions and grow hot easily. Isn’t this what humans call hot-blooded?”

“…Hmm?”

“You may be a spirit, but the human race characteristics are superior to ordinary humans, and you may also have a greater sense of dominance or influence. You’re not just a human-looking spirit. Look! Aren’t you ignoring the spirits too much in front of the First Spirit?”

“Human race characteristics…”

It was that of endless possibilities.

“Diversity is the greatest advantage and disadvantage of humanity. There are so many different kinds of people, from fools to geniuses. And your attribute will exert a strong dominance over humans. But it’s unique. For your attribute to be human…I would rather understand if it were time and space.”

“That’s it.”

Dominate time and space! If you were to look at it scientifically, it was highly deceptive. Above all, it was best to escape from this cruel world without flush toilets.

“Attributes reflect the identity of an entity. That’s how much you’re human. You’re unusual in terms of diversity.”

“I am an extremely average human being.”

“…That’s what you think.”

There was no information to be obtained from the neutralized Elf B. She was only a lonely single woman.

“I thought that there would be no problem with the disappearance of such an idiot who hated his people and was only crazy about big breasts. However, as time passed and I tried to remarry, no man of our kind went beyond Elfheim. He had a bad taste, but there was nothing wrong with his abilities.”

She complained when I asked her to spit out the information she knew. I could only see that Elf B had lived for a long time regretting her choice to give up her husband. Thief E, who was listening, trembled as she spoke.

“You’re the second wife of the forefather? The leader of the group of traitors who banished us? Surprisingly, you’re still alive, but I imagined a more vicious woman…”

“Even an elf cannot do anything ahead of time, a descendant of my sister. Your sharp temper closely resembles her eldest son.”

“Ugh…”

Even with the enemy in front of her, Thief E couldn’t speak harshly. Not interested in other people’s family affairs, I shrugged and headed out of the sewer. However.

“There’s a shortcut over here, Hero.”

Elf B said that there was a separate secret passage out. She continued with a bitter look on her face.

“This place was designed to lock up the First Spirit so that our kind can continue to receive the protection of the spirits. Without the help of the spirits, we would revert to being just the long-lived livestock of humans. I wanted to stop it somehow. But now it’s useless…”

The First Spirit answered, lying on my head with her boredom plain on her face.

“If you’re begging for sympathy, that’s fine, Silesia. If in the future you become my faithful slave, I’m willing to show you a little mercy.”

“I will serve you as my master.”

Elf B’s decision was very quick. She accepted the request to become a slave without hesitation. Just looking at it, it was clear that she must have loved her people. However, there was a problem with that decision.

Elf B led us to her bedroom. Even an elf royal family who lived forever doesn’t just eat dew. Eating, pooping, and sleeping was essential. Her bedroom was quite luxurious. Although it was old and worn out, there were many elegant pieces of furniture and decorations.

“Oh! It’s a slime toilet.”

“Here is a secure place, so it’s difficult to dispose of excrement. It’s an old-fashioned model, but the slime in the toilet is great. It helps relieve chronic stress constipation easily.”

I nodded, indicating that I knew it all. The slime stimulated the sphincter to induce pleasant bowel movements. However, wizards didn’t grab any slime and used it in the slime toilet. Only professional slimes with massage skills were hired.

That was why it was very expensive.

“What about that?”

“…A necessity for a single woman. It is hygienically safe as it is made from a unicorn horn. Ah! Is it too early for the lady here? Find a good man quickly. Otherwise, like me, you will comfort yourself and fall into shame.”

Elf B knew pretty well what was going on out there. The kingdom was on its way to destruction due to the Demons invasion. The Elf King lost his wife to the demons, the Demon King defeated the Hero, and his party was wiped out. She seemed to know all the big events.

“Well. You cannot live by eating dew alone.”

“Yes, Hero.”

After looking around Elf B’s bedroom, we came out through a secret staircase in the bedroom that connected to the ground. She couldn’t live by eating only the moss on the stone, so she had to periodically save food from outside without anyone knowing. This secret passage couldn’t have been discovered until now because it was connected to the slaughterhouse, which the Elves were reluctant to enter.

Elves rarely ate meat, after all, except for wild elves like Sylvia. And when it came to the slaughterhouse freezer, there was no one looking into it, not even the spirits.

“That’s why the kids couldn’t find me.”

The First Spirit nodded with understanding. Earth, fire, wind, water, ether. This was because no spirit of any attribute liked a place where meat and bones were frozen and piled up. Elves tend not to eat meat, but it’s not that they couldn’t. It’s just that the culture of abstaining from eating meat had been established over a long period because the Spirits disliked it.

Once they knew the taste of meat, however, they could eat it well like Sylvia.

“The ancient people enjoyed meat and fish well. When I was nomadic, I ate whatever insects or bugs I could find to avoid starvation. I couldn’t have imagined that meat was piled up like this and not eaten. It was Elfheim’s achievement that the Elves were able to relax like this…”

Elf B bragged about her husband whenever she could.

▶ Sadness: Her husband made a mistake. He gave this kind of wife less love because she didn’t suit his taste. I saw a lot of dairy in her room! She must have been trying to get the body her husband wanted.

Miss Trainee Teacher, there are things in this world that cannot be done even with effort. And his preferences should be respected.

“Does the slaughterhouse owner know who you are?”

“I am the owner.”

“A member of royalty?”

Elf B smiled bitterly.

“The future generations have fantasies about us, but in my difficult childhood, I often ate live cockroaches. It’s not a matter of skinning animals and removing bones and guts. There is no one to entrust it to, and if I let the work go, the kingdom’s leather supply would be cut off, and my livelihood would be disrupted, so I’ve been doing it until now.”

When I looked closely at her abilities, she had Slaughter (S) among her skills. Proof that she had been working on this for a long time.

“You’re an elf, but you’re diligent and full of vitality.”

“I want to deny it, but I agree that kids these days are lazy and optimistic. When I saw the Elf King who came to complain that the Demon King had stolen his wife…I truly felt the intent to kill.”

The slaughterhouse was next to the royal palace. Although the elves, who pretended to be noble, seemed reluctant and stayed far away from it, slaughtering work, which was sensitive to the Spirits, had to be done in a city where spirits were rare. The high-quality leather and bones produced here were sold in the market, and the meat was sold to Elf B’s belly or to a very small number of regular customers who knew the taste.

Then, if it looked like it would go bad, they just handed it over to the animal keeper.

“Hmm…I need to feed Green Cake too.”

There was no doubt that he was a healthy child, but the more, the better. There was nothing wrong with eating meat and getting bigger.

“Although we deal only with high-quality hunting, they come from all over the kingdom, so the supply is high, and the demand is always insufficient.”

That was why they used high-quality meat to feed their animals. Wasn’t this a waste?

“Speaking of which, shall we have a barbecue?’

There were quite a few miscellaneous things that I had been supporting. It didn’t matter to me that at some point, I could stop eating altogether, but I couldn’t tell if it was the case with the rest. After all, the act of eating wasn’t just to fill the stomach. It was also pleasing to the tongue.

I summoned Spirit A first. The First Spirit and Elf B recognized him at once as they had lived a long time.

“Oh! The pissing boy.”

“Boris the Dark Prince…!”

The names they called out were different, but the two seemed to know Spirit A. Spirit A frowned as he greeted them.

“Miss Fronesis. How long are you going to tease me about the old days? I’m an adult now. And Aunt Silesia. Did you make your life better by betraying Uncle Elfheim?”

Next was Spirit B, the former owner of the Holy Sword Nucleon and an elf warrior who lived a long time. That’s probably why his race must have been labeled Old.

“Oh! Little kid.”

“Silerion the Sword Star…brother….”

As a friend whose swordsmanship reached the grade ZZ, the nickname was marvelous. However, the nickname called out by the First Spirit was still regrettable. Spirit B answered in a calm tone.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Miss Fronesis. May you be with that person again someday.”

“Someday? What a joke. You have no intention of saving me.”

The First Spirit responded in a cold tone. However, Spirit B’s expression didn’t change as he looked around.

“Silesia. The disgrace of our kind, a foolish little sister. I want to say many things, but looking at the way you are now, it seems that there is no need for that. I don’t think you can be any more miserable.”

“Brother…!”

“Do not call me brother until Elfheim forgives you.”

“But he already…”

“He is alive. He is not a man to die so easily. The God of Cockroaches blessed him.”

Spirit B could only guess, but as he said, he was alive and well. In a world where the Hero Festival was held.

Next was Spirit C.

“The little kid’s mate. You reincarnated as a spirit, too?”

“Sister.”

Spirit C was the beautiful wife and reliable companion of Spirit B during her lifetime. Then what about now?

“Miss Fronesis. Right now, I’m not related to Silerion. Our relationship ended when I lost my body and became a golem unable to have children. Now I am going to enjoy a new life in a new body.

“Oh! That’s a good line.”

“I think so, too. Fufu!”

Spirit C, smiling faintly, winked at Elf B.

“Cheer up. Silesia. Let the nagging of such a stubborn man flow in one ear and out the other. How can he scold his one and only sister, whom he hasn’t seen in a long time, about the old, outdated days? He doesn’t live up to his age!”

“Sister….”

“Is sister all you can say?”

“Oh, no. Thank you.”

The last one was Spirit D. But just because you’re talented doesn’t mean you are old.

“It is a great honor to meet you, Miss Fronesis, the First Spirit, and Silesia, the second wife of the 3rd Elf King. My name is Siriel, the daughter of the Archangel Viruel.”

“Ah! You’re the daughter of that hunk?”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Siriel.”

It ended blandly because there were no pre-existing friendships or ties at all. If I were to outline their self-introduction…

Spirit A: Boris, the Old Prince

Spirit B: Silerion, Elf Hero

Spirit C: Silerion’s Wife, Exorcist

Spirit D: Siriel, Angel Holy Knight

It wasn’t a particularly important issue. I could ask the Miss Trainee Teacher whenever I needed personal information. Finally, I summoned Saint H and Green Cake.

“This is Hiplia.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Hiplia.”

It was very awkward. However, the boy with green hair, who was soon summoned after that, greeted them with a bright smile.

“Hello! I’m called Green Cake!”

The First Spirit, who was generally bitter no matter who greeted her, responded by flapping her wings excitedly.

“Oh, what a cute little dragon. Whose lineage are you from?”

Elf B’s eyes were also shining. It was so frustrating to watch. Hearing that the guy who should be a great dragon that would make the world tremble with fear when he grew up being called cute…

I was very worried about his future.

“He is my father!”

Green Cake proudly pointed at me. I hadn’t accepted him as a son yet.

“Oh My God! Did the laws of heredity change while I was imprisoned…?!”

The First Spirit murmured disrespectful words.

“How about me? I was also cute when I was young, right?”

It was agreed upon by the people of Northern Fantasy. Even the people who insisted that I wasn’t eventually fell for my smile.