462 – Holy, Blessed, and Apostle – 5
Regardless of someone’s sobs, the task of transferring energy was successfully completed.
“World Tree! World Tree!”
“It’s smaller than before! It’s still good!”
“Our home, our home!”
As proof, the fairies that were flying near the tree clung to the reserve world tree and had no intention of falling.
Because it was not a complete resurrection, it was evaluated as being smaller than before, but the beings who once used the World Tree as their home directly called it the World Tree. Now, as time passes, the world tree will be revived for the first time in hundreds of years.
“It has definitely changed. I don’t know what to say because I don’t have much knowledge about divinity, but it has become more gorgeous than before.”
Trixie, who was behind me, also nodded, looking at the tree that could now be called a semi-world tree.
Mana and divine power have different characteristics, but they have something in common: the energy that makes up this world. Perhaps thanks to this, Trixie, who was familiar with Mana, also noticed this abnormality.
“Oh my god.”
And since even Trixie, who was ignorant of the World Tree and divine power, noticed the abnormality, it goes without saying that her grandmother, who had direct experience managing the World Tree, did.
My maternal grandmother, who had been watching me sheath the sword with a face full of anticipation, suddenly looked up at the World Tree with tearful eyes. Just as the fairies called that tree the World Tree, it also seemed to be the World Tree in my grandmother’s eyes.
My grandmother, who had been looking at the World Tree for a while, quietly wiped her eyes and smiled at me.
“Thank you. Our species has been greatly indebted to you.”
“It is grace. It is humans returning the treasure that humans burned.”
I quickly shook my head in response to my maternal grandmother’s thanks. To be honest, I would do so if I were expressing gratitude for something else, but if it were nothing more than the World Tree issue, I would be embarrassed to be thanked.
It was the Appels who burned down the World Tree in the first place. Even though Kpelopen is the country that tore up Apels, the fact that humans repair their karma does not change.
“The current empire punished the evil enemy who burned the World Tree, so not all humans bear that sin. In such a situation, how could it not be a blessing that you raised the World Tree again?”
Actually, my maternal grandmother views Apels and Kpelopen separately.
Thank you for your words. This means that even though he is mentally reluctant to all humans, he rationally views them as separate beings as much as possible. I don’t know if it’s my grandmother’s personal tendency or the responsibility of an elder in charge of a race called elves, but from the empire’s perspective, it’s something to breathe a sigh of relief.
“And.”
My maternal grandmother slowly approached me and lightly patted my shoulder.
“It’s only natural that our mother doesn’t blame humans either.”
When I heard Constantina’s voice, the part where I felt a slight heat.
It seems that the elf elders are both secular and religious leaders. I can’t believe you notice things right away that you can’t see from the outside.
‘The northern priests didn’t know even when they saw it in person.’
– Hey!
In my instinctive thoughts, I heard the roar of the eternal blue sky.
I feel sorry, but what can I do? It’s real.
I was forced to attend the elves’ banquet.
Even though it was a banquet, it was a small type of banquet where tables and food were spread out in the open space next to the World Tree, but it was extremely awkward to be in a space with only elves. Even Trixie is half elf, so I am the only pure human.
“Benefactor! What are you doing standing around by yourself? Don’t just sit still, try eating this too!”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
The good news is that most of the elves in the tribal reserve are not hostile to humans. Like the novels of the entire world of Bing, ‘Dirty short-lived species dare!’ I didn’t hear the same thing.
Furthermore, am I not the elder’s granddaughter-in-law and the hero of the revival of the World Tree? Rather than being hostile, it can only be friendly.
“You’re eating well! I’ll be a beloved son-in-law!”
When I put the food handed to me by the blue-haired elf into my mouth, the elf nodded as if satisfied.
I am loved because I eat well. So my stomach didn’t sacrifice in vain at lunch. I’m so glad.
“Anyway, it’s been a while since we’ve all gathered together and played like this. I think it’s the first time since Apels went bankrupt.”
However, I was startled by the blue-haired elf’s muttering that followed.
‘For the first time since Apels went bankrupt?’
Isn’t it the nuance of being alive at the time of the fall of Apels?
I’m confused. When I talk to elves, I can’t tell if I’m talking about the current situation or history. Since I’m planning to have an elf as my in-laws, I’ll have to get used to it quickly.
“Huh, are you surprised? Even though I look like this, I was a warrior who was active during the fall of Apels.”
As if sensing my feelings, the blue-haired elf grinned and patted my back.
At the time of the fall of Apels, he was active as a warrior beyond the level of survival. On the outside, she looks like a woman in her 30s at most, but how old is she on the inside?
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“Aren’t you thinking this is strange?”
“Not at all.”
“Then that’s enough.”
It seems that elves are also sensitive to age.
The blue-haired elf took a swig of the drink she was carrying and continued to talk about various things about her. Even the elves who saw the world tree in person said that they were glad that the world tree had been revived in a rare situation, or that they were relieved that the young elves had a vague affection for the world tree, or that the person who revived the world tree was the elder’s granddaughter-in-law. I didn’t know, etc. This time it was not history, but ordinary current affairs.
“Ah, your wife is coming.”
When I turned my gaze to those words, I saw Trixie, who had been harassed by the other elves, approaching with a haggard look.
I could barely stop myself from bursting into laughter. Trixie, a respected magic elder in human society, is just the youngest child who is loved when she enters this protected area.
“Trixie! Thank you for bringing me some good drinks!”
The blue-haired elf waved her hand vigorously at Trixie and greeted her.
“I’m glad you like it. I’ll bring it here often in the future.”
Trixie also smiled softly at that intense expression of gratitude.
In fact, it was Servet wine brought as a gift to her maternal grandmother, but it is not a bad idea to use it for the happiness and laughter of all elves.
Anyway, Trixie approached me with heavy steps and naturally rested her head on my shoulder. It was like showing affection in front of an older person without realizing it, but it seemed like Trixie’s fatigue far outweighed her embarrassment, so she willingly lent her shoulder.
Furthermore, the elf in front of me was just grinning as if the young lovers’ expression of affection was cute.
“You had a hard time.”
That’s why I patted Trixie’s shoulder and touched her ear –
“W-what are you doing!”
The grinning blue-haired elf shouted urgently. As if the statement that we were war veterans wasn’t a lie, the shouts were so loud that the attention of the other elves quickly turned to us.
By the way, I am embarrassed. If they showed signs of displeasure even by leaning on our shoulders, we might think we made a mistake, but if we stay still and do that, there is no way to point out that.
“Well, it’s a shame, but Trixie and I are not yet well-versed in elf culture, so maybe we made some mistake…?”
As I asked carefully, the blue-haired elf with a red face rolled her eyes here and there, and then asked back in a very faint voice.
“You really don’t know?”
“Trixie didn’t hear much about elves during her mother-in-law’s lifetime, and aren’t I of a different race to begin with?”
“Ah.”
Then he lowered his gaze with a low exclamation.
It was a pity that Trixie lost her parents at a young age and was unable to learn proper common sense, and at the same time, she felt at a loss as to how to explain this situation.
However, the hesitation was short-lived. The elf, with the bravery of a war veteran, quietly placed her mouth next to Trixie’s ear and muttered something.
“Well, I didn’t know!”
“Yeah, it looks like that.”
And Trixie, who was blinking her eyes and listening to the whisper, instantly turned red and shook her head furiously.
What is it? What on earth is going on?
Let’s learn something together.
‘Is it because of the ears?’
First of all, under the circumstances, it seems that touching his ear was the problem, but since he didn’t say anything, I don’t know exactly what the problem was.
I just touch Trixie’s ears because she likes them so much that they melt…
…
‘No way.’
I felt my blood drying up at the thought that came to me late. Are elves’ ears, by any chance, treated similarly to other parts of the body rather than human ears?
If that’s the case, I can understand that blue-haired elf’s reaction. Because the young ones went beyond simple expressions of affection and showed a fiery side.
There was a somewhat awkward atmosphere.
***
While working as usual, I received an unexpected item.
“Cardinal Alexandriana sent you?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I received it with the words that I am sorry for not being able to give it to you in person.”
The palace chamberlain looked at the two boxes she was carrying and touched her chin.
It is an item sent in the cardinal’s name and has passed the imperial palace’s verification process, so it is unlikely to be a security threat. So, only pure curiosity remains.
‘Do you have anything to send in the cardinal’s name?’
If it had been in the name of the Pope or the head of the mission, Cardinal Aldino, it would have been thought of as a gift for the friendship between the Empire and the Holy Church.
But what about Cardinal Alexandrina, one of the many leaders and second-in-command within the mission? The only thing that comes to mind is canonization. Haven’t we already decided on beatification while alive and canonization after death? There would be no reason to send anything to me.
“Open it. It was sent directly from the Cardinal, so I should give it a proper response.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
After thinking about it for a while, I ordered it to be opened. If you open the box anyway, you’ll know what it is right away, so why worry? It is right to quickly check the contents and think about a suitable gift in return.
‘Huh.’
I almost burst out laughing as soon as I saw the items that came out of the first box.
It is a portrait. Even to an outsider, it could be seen that care had been taken to paint it. It was an impressive religious portrait, with a tightly closed mouth, a devout expression, and a Bible and cross in both hands.
But the main character is the Minister of Inspection and Inspection.
‘Blessed Carl Crasius of Tyglehen.’
I slowly bit my lip when I saw the phrase written at the bottom of the portrait. If you let your guard down, it will explode in front of the chamberlain.
“It is written: “A gift to Blessed Brother Karl Crasius and his master, His Majesty, in commemoration of the beatification of the Pillar of the Empire during his lifetime.”
“I see.”
I barely nodded as I read the letter enclosed with the portrait.
I was convinced. Beatification while alive is an extremely rare event, so it is an event worthy of commemoration. Perhaps a portrait like this went to the minister’s residence.
‘What’s the other one?’
Without realizing it, my eyes went to the second box. Since I received a portrait of a blessed person, is that clothing or a sacred object given to the blessed person? No, then there is no need to send it to me.
Fortunately, before my curiosity grew, the chamberlain opened another box, and
‘Big.’
I desperately suppressed laughter.
‘Saint Carl Crasius of Tyglehen.’
Following the portrait of the Blessed, this time it was a portrait of an adult.
I’m going crazy. Although it was a posthumous canonization, the Holy See had already decided to treat him as a saint, so a light source was drawn behind the minister’s head like a portrait of a saint. I felt like I would burst out laughing at the meticulousness and speed.
Let’s be patient, we have to be patient. The emperor cannot appear light-hearted in front of his subjects.
“It’s an impressive gift. I will personally choose a gift in return and tell you, so the chamberlain can just leave.”
Then the Chamberlain bowed politely and took a step back.
Not long after, the door to the office closed and the sound of the chamberlain’s footsteps faded away.
“hahahahaha!”
The laughter I had been holding in burst out.
Unlike the portrait of the Blessed, this is a portrait of a minister with a gentle smile and holding a cross near his chest.
Even the minister, not me, would laugh at this.