45 45. 15. The harsh winter started (1) (1/2)

I squeezed my spear with a squeaky beak, and the bird retreated. It was like asking me to open a window. I opened the window with a tingling feeling.

I thought I knew who sent that weird bird.

When the window opens, the bird flies inside the puddle. The bird sitting in the corner of the chair opens its beak rather than sliding at me.

[Did you like the gift I sent you?]

The fresh voice that dug into his head was also familiar to him.

The bird was sent by the dirty Elder High Elf.

“A gift?”

Sigrun's messenger turns his head. After that, there was an Orc Army obtained from loot.

Then I frowned at her as I understood what the gift was.

“It was you. ”

[I just wanted you to face a more violent opponent.]

How abominable it is to put a hundred vicious Orcs on the battlefield and say it's a favor.

[Please, I hope you will be happy to see my heart like this.]

Her voice was like a child's cry for praise. Everywhere I could see the mourning and sorry for the dozens of rangers who died because of me.

This is why I hate elves.

I know better than anyone what their favors are.

But the elves' interest was even more terrible.

[Syrah of hatred for the whole Green Skin clan. He looked deeply at the puck.]

It was because of the fact that they were severe vomiting patients.

Sigrun must have been watching me somewhere.

Maybe I borrowed a bird's eye like now, or another beast's eye. Or maybe I saw myself with my own eyes.

Either way, it wasn't too sweet for me.

A millennial old madman hid and watched me. I felt terrible.

“Whoo.”

The head is dull. The flamethrower rubs the temples and thinks.

There was nothing dumber than being angry with an elf. They never understood the wrath of others, nor did they empathize, but only turned my tricks upside down.

“Don't make useless noises, just tell me what you came for. ”

[He's also cold.]

I felt a stiff face as I looked at the bird with its head bent.

[I'm very upset with that coldness, but what am I supposed to do? Because love is an arduous act, I'm just looking forward to the day you open your heart to me.]

Wait a hundred and a thousand days. That's the day.

“Hm.”

When I snore, the bird takes my mouth off me rather than slip away.

[There's something I need from you deep in the mountains.]

I did not answer. I didn't want to be swayed by her words.

But that commitment was only for a moment.

[A very old creature is asleep inside that mountain range.]

After what she said, I put my ear together.

[If you use him in your old words, I assure you, that would be a wonderful poem.]

When I showed interest, the bird cried out for support as if it were pleasant.

A bird singing like that was falling apart little by little.

[The time given to this lovely child is over.]

The jeepers split the beak of the bird. Blood spills through the tip of the beak, and the eyeballs burst out like they burst.

[Then until I see you again...]

The swollen body of the bird bursts with the sound of the crawl.

The feathers are scattered throughout the room. I reached out. I grabbed one of the scattered feathers.

It was a beautiful bird until a little while ago, but now I see debris that has become a horrible piece of coconut.

“Cool syrah...”

The Elder High Elves would not have been so flattered by a puzzling poem. It meant that the presence inside the mountain ranges she spoke of was at least [heroic].

“You're a hero...”

I already knew why she was giving me this information.

Three years from now, you'll want to savor a deeper taste through me.

The more poetry I have, the deeper the taste will be.

Her intentions seemed flattering.

I can sing, but I can't make a new song.

I can read, but I can't build a new poem.

The elves were an audience, a reader, a race that could never be a speaker.

What Elder High Elf Sigrun wants from me is a new song.

“This time, I'll fit the ledger. ”

This time, I was willing to focus on the end of it.

* *

As always, Adelia found my room in the brightness of the day.

“Your Majesty?”

When she saw me sitting on the couch, Uducker laughed at my head. Then I found white feathers spread all over me, and my eyes widened.

Her gaze around the room was fixed on one corner of the room.

Her eyes widen gradually, and her face becomes white. There was a remnant of a bird that withered overnight.

“Can you get rid of it? ”

In my words, she picked up the feathers of Juju Island and put them in one place. I hesitated for a while and wrapped the bird's corpse in a cloth.

I watched him quietly.

I felt like I had to check back three times what it looked like to be attracted to the Elves.

”Whoo.”

I washed and dressed with Adelia's help. I put fur on it and left the room.

I went to the barracks to find Vincent.

Where the rangers were staying, Vincent was there.

“Your Majesty.”

Vincent, who found me, lowered his head lightly. It was a more concise example than it was when we first met, but it was rather close to heartfelt greetings.

I'm still trying to treat people as warriors who fought together.

“Inside the mountains? ”

Then I asked Vincent about the monster inside the mountain range.

Orcs, Goblins, Nols, Kobolts... all kinds of monsters have been named. But none of them was the name I was looking for.

I was looking for enough to be the hero's old man.

“More inside? ”

When I asked him about the monsters that live inside, Vincent looked hardened.

“Rangers go up and down the mountain like my house, but it's just outside everywhere. None of them have survived deep into the mountain. ”

I'm just guessing there are people in there who are no match for Orcs. Vincent said.

“Is there really no one? ”

“Nothing. Even the finest rangers don't go inside the mountains. Our mission is to stop the monsters from descending from the mountain, not to explore the mountain. ”