The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 61

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 61

Elf

“To confirm the truth, you must be talking about the spirits wandering around. They’ve been noisy since I came in.”

“…You can see spirits?”

“I can’t see them, but I can feel them. And I’ve always been disliked by spirits.”

Elves and spirits existed in this world too.

The biggest problem was that they all hated meteors.

The intense bloodlust and the smell of blood emanating from his entire body were not qualities loved by spirits.

A chain reaction occurred where spirits disliked him, and elves disliked him too.

It would be similar now.

The elf princess in front of him had the audacity to release spirits to scout the opponent before he even arrived.

But that wouldn’t have revealed anything.

‘No idiot meeting an elf would come unprepared for spirits.’

Or would they?

Maybe they would.

This world might lack knowledge about spirits.

Anyway.

“You won’t be able to find out anything with spirits. You’ll be lucky if they don’t die.”

The Otherworld was a desolate place, so the number of spirits was scarce.

So spiritists and elves were rare, and Meteor killed some of them.

It wasn’t that he killed them intentionally, but they couldn’t withstand the overwhelming murderous intent and energy flowing from him…

They simply annihilated themselves. He controlled it now, so that didn’t happen anymore, but.

At least, he intentionally controlled it to prevent them from approaching to some extent.

“…Let me introduce myself. I am Epinel, the second branch of the Great Sephiroth [a powerful, life-giving tree in Elven lore], born from the land of the Great Mother.”

“Epinel, I am Meteor.”

That introduction was enough.

Epinel took a long breath and continued.

“…After hearing that the Towel Tribe had returned, we used various methods to find you. Listening to the stories of the spirits and investigating through human methods.”

“And?”

“Everyone pointed to one thing: Meteor, your existence. The presence that even spirits cannot approach… it is not a lie.”

Meteor, who had ordered a new drink using the panel on the table, nodded in response.

“You’ve come all this way. It seems you can’t hide everything, especially from spirits.”

“The stories of spirits are special.”

Epinel dismissed it and got to the point.

“…We want you to reclaim the land of the elves, as you did for the Towel Tribe. The land of the Great Mother. It’s embarrassing, but we have lost our Mother’s land, and most of us have migrated to Earth.”

He felt a sense of déjà vu.

“You couldn’t reclaim it with the elves’ power alone.”

“That’s right. We have tried to recapture it several times, but we have failed every time. You are the only one we can rely on now, Meteor.”

Epinel’s face was filled with sorrow. They had tried many methods, but none had worked.

The power of those who were eating away at a world was that great.

The flow was similar to that of the Towel Tribe, so Meteor immediately brought up what he wanted.

“The Towel Tribe gave me everything in exchange for saving them. What can you pay?”

“…We will give you the fruit of the Great Mother, the Great Sephiroth.”

“The fruit? Is it worth as much as the lives of all your elves?”

Epinel nodded slightly at Meteor’s question.

“The fruit of Sephiroth is a precious fruit that bears once every thousand years. It is the only fruit in which the energy of Sephiroth is condensed.”

“What are its effects?”

“It has the effect of being a panacea [a remedy believed to cure all diseases] that cures any disease and enhances energy.”

“That’s all?”

“And it is said that taking it will increase your ‘tier’.”

“So, you’ve never seen it yourself.”

“…Yes. It is an effect that remains only in records. The fruit of the Sephiroth tree is relatively recent. Even if elves are long-lived, there is no one who has lived for more than a thousand years…”

Epinel slurred the last words.

Meteor frowned as he thought about the ‘fruit of Sephiroth’.

What the elves called the ‘Mother’ tree meant the ‘World Tree’.

He didn’t know much about it, but the elves in the Otherworld and the elves in front of him seemed similar…

‘Well, it’ll be roughly the same. So, the fruit of the World Tree.’

He had heard of it.

The fruit of the World Tree.

A mythical fruit that cures all kinds of diseases.

It was comparable to the elixirs that appear in various myths.

No one knew the effects of the fruit properly, and the increase in ‘tier’ was also something he was hearing for the first time.

“Does the guy who occupied your land want that fruit?”

“Yes. The enemy’s goal is the fruit of Sephiroth. It is clear that he is trying to raise his ‘tier’ through it, so we could not hand it over.”

“But you’re going to hand it over to me?”

“…It would be better for it to be in the hands of the savior than in the hands of the enemy. Of course, that’s only if we completely drive him out.”

He was slightly tempted.

If the fruit of Sephiroth was real… it would be quite useful.

But he wasn’t exactly satisfied with that.

“Anything else?”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes. The fruit of Sephiroth has limited uses, and its effects cannot be guaranteed.”

The Towel Tribe’s ‘Moon Gate’ had a precedent, so its effects could be guaranteed, but the ‘fruit of Sephiroth’ had no precedent.

A panacea, raising the tier, all of them remained only in records, and no one had seen it directly.

It felt insufficient to start work by receiving only an item whose effects were unknown.

At Meteor’s words, Epinel bit her lip and pondered for a moment, then,

“In addition to everything the Elven race has built in this land… we will give you our clan’s treasures and visions.”

“You were going to try to get away with just one fruit if I didn’t say anything while you had them.”

“That wasn’t the case…”

What do you mean it wasn’t.

That intention was so obvious.

Meteor was going to squeeze out as much as he could.

He had confirmed that the fight with Jeron in the land of the Towel Tribe was quite a costly affair.

This time, there was nothing he particularly wanted from the elves.

Sorry to say.

Since they were going to abandon everything on Earth and return to their land anyway, their assets were a given.

Treasures and visions would be valuable in their own way.

Thinking about it, he wasn’t that sorry.

‘It would be even better if it was a sword-shaped treasure.’

Thus, Meteor signed a contract on the condition that he would receive all of the elves’ treasures and visions, including the fruit of Sephiroth.

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“The fruit of Sephiroth, and the treasures and visions of the elves?”

“Yeah.”

“The treasures of the elves, I’m a little interested. The elves rarely bring their things outside.”

“They said that if they reclaim the land of the Mother, they can loot the entire treasure vault there.”

The treasure vault was protected by a powerful barrier, so it was said that it had not yet been invaded.

In a word, this contract was exchanging all of the elves’ assets.

Epinel’s opinion was that it didn’t matter as long as they reclaimed the land of the Great Mother.

“There is one thing that bothers me a little… but well, it’ll be okay.”

“What is it?”

“She said she was the second branch of the Great Sephiroth. These guys are surprisingly sensitive to the class system…”

“Does that mean there is a separate first branch?”

“Yeah. But seeing that Epinel has full authority, the first branch probably remains in the land of the elves, preventing the enemy’s invasion.”

If that wasn’t the case, the land of the elves would have already been completely invaded.

Judging from Epinel’s atmosphere, the highest, first branch of the Great Sephiroth seemed to have sacrificed herself.

She probably didn’t call herself the first branch because she was still alive in the land of the elves.

“…We’ll find out more when we go there ourselves. Like you guys.”

“I’m a little embarrassed. I can say it with a smile now, but I was honestly a little embarrassed back then.”

YuWol, who was sitting across from Meteor, lowered her eyes and fiddled with the cup in her hand.

“Not being able to solve their own problems with their own strength and reaching out to others. That must be embarrassing. The elves must have felt the same way this time.”

Especially since the elves were so proud, their reaction must have been more intense.

YuWol, who was reminded of that time, wiggled her fingers and looked up at Meteor.

He was staring at YuWol.

Something suddenly embarrassed her at the gaze, and she lowered her head again, and he opened his mouth.

“It’s not embarrassing to ask for help with something you can’t solve. If you can solve it yourself, it’s best to solve it yourself, but if it’s beyond your ability, it’s natural to ask for help from others.”

In the Otherworld where Meteor was, there were so many people dying because they didn’t have the strength.

It was a heartless and desolate world where there was no one to help even if you asked for help from others.

Meteor was someone who had been helping others in such a world.

“I also asked for help from others. I couldn’t save everyone with my strength alone.”

“…Even Seong-woo had such a thing.”

“Well, later on, I only did what I could.”

Meteor picked up a snack on the table and ate it.

“Originally, the world is about helping each other. At least the people you can see.”

“…As expected of Seong-woo! A great mindset, I respect you.”

“Where on earth…”

More than that, there was something Meteor had been wanting to ask.

“But why do you have our house’s card key? Now you come in as naturally as if it’s your own house.”

“Ah, Yoo Ji-woo just gave me the card key. She said that since Nox is here, I can just come and go as I please.”

“She’s my sister, but I think she’s out of her mind sometimes. Don’t you think so?”

“Do you… think so?”

“Who are you to say that to my sister? I’m the only one who can criticize her.”

“Is this some kind of Korean joke?”

YuWol couldn’t figure out Meteor’s mood at all.

In her opinion, the person who was out of her mind was not Yoo Ji-woo, but Meteor.

‘But that’s what makes him even better… am I crazy?’

She blinked and rubbed her face here and there.

Then, she took a long sigh and said.

“Then when are you going? You’ve been quite busy lately, so you should take a good rest before you go.”

“They said they’ll contact me when their preparations are complete. The invasion is more severe than in the land of the Towel Tribe, so preparations are needed. That’s enough for me.”

Anyway, he hadn’t had to use his body recently, so his condition was perfect.

Even if he had fought, it was only against spiders in a special abyss.

He stretched and lay down on the sofa.

It was Meteor’s eviction order to go home because he was going to sleep now.

At his appearance, YuWol got up from her seat and said one thing.

“Can’t I just live here with you? I heard I can do something called a ‘resident registration’ [official registration of address]?”

Would that work?