Volume 4 Chapter 47-2 The Elf Man and Lifia’s Anger
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
That thing was so easy for him to master…
No doubt, he’s a spirit user stronger than Lifia.
The heroes just stand there, looking confused.
Guess they still lack real battle experience.
But once fighting starts, they’ll definitely side with Rozmiaque.
Which way will the other adventurers go?
I don’t know.
At least, I can’t count on them being allies.
Kéa and Yomi tense up even more.
The swords haven’t been drawn yet.
But the air’s thick, everyone’s on edge, ready to snap.
If someone takes a step forward… boom, that’ll be it.
But this is bad.
If a fight breaks out now, Tifi nearby could get caught in the crossfire.
Run to the Love Hotel?
No way.
You can’t do that in front of the enemy.
And I don’t think they’d just let us slip away.
Rozmiaque’s got the power to stop it all.
All we’d do is show our hand.
That’s stupid.
What do I do now?
Maybe I should…
”Master”
From the side, a quiet voice called out.
It’s Lifia.
Our eyes meet.
Her clear, blue eyes looked right at me, sharp and steady.
”Is it okay?”
I understood what she meant with those words.
She’s reached the same conclusion as me.
She knows, just like I do.
She knows we can’t fight here.
She knows there’s a good chance we’d lose.
And, the one who understands Rozmiaque’s power best among us, it’s Lifia ── she uses the same Spirit Magic.
If she’s decided this, then we’ve got no choice.
”Guess I have no say in it. Do what you must.”
When I say that, Lifia nods faintly.
Then she takes a step forward.
And faces Rozmiaque.
”Rozmiaque,”
She calls out. The elf man furrows his brow at the sound of her voice.
”You don’t even know how to speak properly, huh? Know your place, our meddler. I don’t need you. Or are you going to teach me?”
Lifia saunters on, ignoring his snarl, her tone sharp.
”Yes, I will teach you,”
She replies, and begins chanting immediately.
”My spirit of wind, my guardian foe…”
Rozmiaque, confused, frowns and watches.
”What are you doing?”
Lifia ignores him and keeps chanting.
”Spirit of my guardian, reveal your form,
your name is… Mooluum, Ventas.”
The moment, light flooded the surroundings.
Countless glowing particles floated around Lifia.
Tiny sparks danced lazily in the air, fluttering in the space.
Then, the wind stirred.
A gentle breeze swayed the air, making Lifia’s hair and skirt flutter.
From her feet, light rose up, filling the space around her.
It was almost like the countless lights were celebrating and praising her existence.
The tent, shrouded in darkness, suddenly turned white in an instant.
Standing at the center of the light, Lifia’s figure seemed almost divine.
She looked like an angel.
Everyone lost their words at the sight.
They only stared at Lifia.
That’s right.
This is Lifia.
She looks young, fragile, and delicate.
But inside, she’s strong and clever.
Calm and kind, yet she’s adorable.
During the day, she walks behind me politely.
At night, she shamelessly swings her hips on top of me.
She’s my slave, my maid, my wife.
She’s my Lifia.
Soon, the light slowly began to recede.
In the silence that followed, a small sound echoed.
Thud.
When I looked over, Rozmiaque was there.
Caught off guard, he was on his butt, sitting on the ground.
His eyes were vacant, his mouth slack open, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Shock, fear, and awe flickered inside his eyes.
Maybe he finally understood who she truly was.
Lifia looked down at him silently.
Her gaze was sharp and cold.
The kind of coldness he’d *never* show him──something he’d never seen before.
”A, ah, ahh!?”
Frightened by her expression, Rozmiaque backed away, still on his butt.
His legs trembled, and his arms lost strength.
And then, in the next moment──
Thump.
His forehead slammed into the ground with a dull sound.
He threw himself face-first onto the dirt.
A perfect bow of apology.
The proud, arrogant elf was now crawling on the ground like a slave.
Everyone looked on, stunned.
”I-I’m so sorry… I beg your forgiveness…”
Rozmiaque trembled as he pressed his forehead to the dirt.
His back shook slightly, and his voice wavered with fear.
”Please… Please forgive me for my mistake… I humbly beg you…”
He pressed his palms to the earth, like he was praying, like he was begging the gods, and offered up his words to Lifia.
”I… I never knew I was in the presence of one who knows the true name of such a noble spirit… Your form, Your power… it’s far too terrifying for a fool like me…”
He didn’t lift his face, just pressed his head even deeper into the ground.
”My foolish words, my countless acts of disrespect… I will atone for them with this body, with this life. I will gladly accept any punishment…!”
His figure, prostrated on the ground, was no longer that of a proud elf.
Just one person, trembling with fear before overwhelming power, his voice begging for forgiveness, echoed through the silent tent.
No one spoke.
The sounds of Rozmiaque’s prostration and confession were met with silence and confusion from those around him.
And Lifia looked down at him, expressionless.
Just like an angel of judgement.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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