Weed Reincarnation ~ Carefully Raised in the Elf Village ~

Chapter 42-: A feud with a dwarf-5,000 years of history-

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(TL By GUST)

 

 

 

 

“I don't think they will accept us.
After all, we elf hate dwarves, but dwarves also hate us elf.”

 

 

　Said the elder.

 

　Ah, if there is a dwarven village or something at the foot of the sacred mountain, why not let me live there?

 

　I don't know how they make up their life in the sacred mountain, but since they already live there, there may be a way to get rid of the monsters in the sacred mountain.

 

 

　I don't know if you can teach me how to do it, or if I can, we can imitate it.

 

　So I think the best thing to do is to live with the dwarves …

 

　The elder's reply was as before.

 

 

“Is that so?”

 

 

　Sefie, who mysteriously tilts his head, apparently did not know the feud between the elf and the dwarf.

 

 

“The princess hadn't met them yet.
And she's still young, and, naturally, she doesn't know …”

 

 

　Hmm, the elder pondered, stroking his long beard.

 

　Then, with a serious look, he nodded and began to speak.

 

 

“Good.
The princess must know as the guide of our elves.
The history of the feud between the elves and the dwarves …
let's talk about it as far as I know.”

 

“Why are our elves and dwarves at odds with each other …?

 

　The reason for this originates from what happened about 5,000 years ago.

 

 

　The Great War of the Gods Ragnarok happened about 300 years ago.

 

　Long ago, 5000 years ago, there were no dead gods, now called old gods.

 

 

　There were only gods, now called nature gods, each of whom governs nature.

 

　Yes.

 

　The princess is also one of the pillars of nature.

 

　High elf is a natural god born from our elf, and controls the existence of plants and forests.

 

 

　Then, what are the old gods? They were called fighting gods who reached the gods only by their own power …
Well, this is irrelevant.

 

 

　anyway.

 

 

　Long ago, when the old gods didn't exist yet, they were logging a lot of trees in the forest where our elves lived.

 

　For some reason, dwarves are good at processing metals such as blacksmiths.

 

　They made a living by selling processed metal products to other races.

 

 

　However, processing metal requires a large amount of fuel.

 

　As fuel, the fucking dwarves were logging our forests and trees without notice.

 

 

　Naturally, we elf have a philanthropic spirit.

 

　I thought it was necessary for the dwarves to do so, so I put up with it at first …

 

 

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　It was already kind to me, such as being careful when it was overdone.

 

　However, the dwarves do not change their behaviour no matter how careful they are, they just reduce the trees in the forest as they like.

 

　So, in order to set up a little moxibustion, we stopped the sake that our elves were serving in the trade.

 

 

　Ah, they're addicted to alcohol, and they're the ones who swear that they like alcohol more than three meals.

 

　For those people, I thought that stopping alcohol would be the best medicine.

 

 

　Looking like this, our elf is good at making sake.

 

　In the first place, sake is made from plants, so it depends on the fact that no one is on the right side of our elf in handling the plants.

 

　The dwarves, who were no longer able to get our elf liquor, which boasted the highest quality and taste at the time, but without ignoring their own barbarity, have irresponsibly protested us.

 

 

　They are like people whose brains are made of muscle.

 

　If I reflect on it, I would have given him warmth, but sadly it didn't happen.

 

 

　Therefore!

 

 

　Our elves have sought cooperation from different races and countries around us.

 

　Once upon a time, we elf were in the position of continental leaders. Therefore, it was not impossible to issue a command with some request.

 

 

　We asked other races.

 

　Don't let the dwarves drink.

 

　Please cooperate to awaken them.

 

 

　Well, I couldn't stop all the liquor, and there would have been many people who were hiding and trading …
Still, the total distribution volume will decrease sharply, and the price of liquor will rise naturally.
So, our purpose was fulfilled.

 

 

　This will surely wake them up and listen to our words …
we elf believed that …

 

 

　However!

 

 

　What!

 

 

　Instead of stupidly apologizing to our elves, they have declared war!

 

　Not only did I not stop shaving the forest, but I was proclamation of war when I ran out of alcohol! ??

 

　Can you believe it! ??

 

 

　For over 100 years, the war between elves and dwarves continued.

 

　Eventually, we signed an armistice agreement on the condition that we would not cut down the trees in the forest where our elves live, and lift the export restrictions on only alcohol of other races.

 

　5000 years later, our elves and dwarves have not declared the end of the war. In other words, it's still at war.

 

 

　――Well, for this reason, I can't forgive the stupid dwarves.

 

　And they also have a grudge against us.

 

　Other than living together!

 

 

　Since they are long-lived species, this feud continues even now.

 

　From parent to child, from child to grandchild …
“

 

 

“…
Hey”

 

 

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　After listening to the elder, I muttered.

 

 

　I can't go down …

 

 

　So what is it?

 

　You're not saying that right now, right?

 

 

“Sefie”

 

 

“love”

 

 

　For the time being, as long as the approval of the chief officer and the highest authority of the village is obtained, the elder's crap is irrelevant.

 

 

“Is it okay to evacuate to the Dwarven Village? 

 

 

“Yeah”

 

 

　Good.

 

　This is okay.

 

 

“Oh !? No! No !? You can see the princess once you meet them! How rude and barbaric they are! Physiologically impossible!” I'm sure you will know! “

 

 

　Somehow the elder is screaming.

 

　There is information in my knowledge that “elf and dwarf are not on good terms”, but so far.

 

　Well, no matter what the elders say, it's no longer a decision to aim for a dwarven village.

 

 

“Elder”

 

 

“–What is it? Did you give up?”

 

 

“I'll ask you, but what is the exact location of the dwarves? 

 

 

　I asked it with no use.

 

 

“I don't know”

 

 

　It was no good.

 

 

“Well then. I'll ask other people.
“

 

 

“I'm definitely against it! There's pride that you shouldn't lose even if you're poor.”

 

 

　Leaving the elder's house, which keeps screaming stubbornly.

 

　However, I hope it doesn't break the blood vessels. The elders are also old, and I don't think it's good for your health if your blood pressure is too high.

 

　By the way, I heard that the elder is about 600 years old.

 

　The oldest in the village.

 

 

“Do you know where Sephi has a dwarven village? 

 

 

　I will listen while moving while being held by Sephi in the village.

 

　All the inhabitants of the village were busy moving around, busy preparing to move.

 

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“Hmm, I don't know”

 

 

“That's right”

 

 

　It seems that he has never met a dwarf, well, of course.

 

 

“Then, do you want to ask me properly?”

 

 

　So, there was a Laurel who seemed to know something in the village square, so I decided to ask.

 

　He seems to have been helping to reinforce the homes of the inhabitants by carrying wood and ropes.

 

　No, I told him that he would “sway” when he moved, so it is necessary to reinforce the buildings so that they will not be damaged.

 

 

“Hey, Laurel! 

 

 

“Oh, princess, spirit.
What's wrong?”

 

 

　Laurel, who noticed us, stopped working and approached us.

 

 

“No, I wonder if Laurel would know the location of the Dwarven Village.”

 

 

“Is this the place of the dwarven village? I know, but no way …”

 

 

　It seems that he noticed it.

 

　The concern is that Laurel also hates dwarves like elders.

 

 

　If most of the elves can't live with dwarves, they have to rethink as a candidate to move to.

 

 

“Yeah, well, that's not true. What do you think of Laurel? 

 

 

“I don't mind”

 

 

　However, Laurel seemed to have no dislike for the dwarves.

 

 

　The more I miss the beat, the easier it nods.

 

 

“Is it okay? 

 

 

“Yes, is it surprising?”

 

 

“Well. I was talking to the elder a while ago, but I really hated it.
“

 

 

“Oh, many old people hate dwarves.
In fact, younger elves, including myself, have never met dwarves and don't hate them that much.”

 

 

　Apparently, Laurel has never met a dwarf.

 

　Well, I can't really hate someone I've never met.

 

 

“But you know the place, right? 

 

 

“Roughly speaking, Wolf and others must have actually been to the Dwarven village, and if you ask him, you won't get lost.”

 

 

“Is that so? 

 

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“Yes, the werewolves must have interacted with the dwarves more than we did.”

 

“HM……”

 

 

　Then there is no problem with the location.

 

　But …, I came up with a question.

 

 

“When you lost Alveheim, didn't you want to join the dwarves from the beginning? 

 

 

　The question is.

 

 

　If you think about it without likes and dislikes, I think it's safer than here. In terms of distance from the religion.

 

 

“Oh, at that time, I was far enough away, and I thought it wouldn't be a problem.
It's not a distance that the human race can easily overcome.”

 

 

“Hmm, but that's not the only reason, right? 

 

 

　You can tell by looking at Laurel who says with a bitter smile.

 

 

“Yes, you're right.
Some of my old people don't like dwarves, but I asked them if they would accept them.”

 

 

　So that's it.

 

 

　Did you talk to the dwarves for the time being?

 

 

“But I don't live with you now …”

 

 

“Well, many dwarves also hate us elves, so they refused.”

 

 

“Hmm, that's right …”

 

 

　That's right.

 

 

　If you hate each other, that's the case.

 

 

“So it's good to go to the Dwarven Village, but is there a way to get the spirits to accept it?”

 

 

“Fumun”

 

 

　It makes sense to be refused when heading normally.

 

 

　However, from the story of the elder, I could understand what a dwarf was. It's almost similar to what I had in my “knowledge.”

 

 

　If so, I think there is a way to do something about it.

 

 

　That is also a measure that can be said to be certain.

 

 

　I smiled grinningly, confidently, and said.

 

 

“Leave it to me! 

 

 

“Leave it to me!”

 

 

　What?