Teru sat cross-legged on the grass in the quiet training clearing behind the village. The morning sun filtered through the leaves, casting soft green patterns on the ground.
Lucie knelt in front of him, blonde hair tied back loosely, leaf outfit hugging her curves. Her hands rested gently on his knees as she guided him through the exercise.
"Focus on the flow, Teru," she said softly. "Feel my mana. Pull it gently. Don't force it."
Teru closed his eyes. He could feel it — the warm, gentle green thread of Lucie's mana connecting to him through their bond. It was like a soft current, steady and alive. He reached for it with his own will, trying to weave it into a small healing pulse like she had shown him yesterday.
A faint green light flickered between his palms. It grew a little brighter than before, but still unstable — flickering like a candle in the wind.
Lucie smiled encouragingly.
"Better. You're getting the hang of it. Just a little more control…"
Teru opened his eyes and let the light fade. He exhaled.
"It's harder than it looks. The mana wants to go everywhere at once."
Lucie nodded, still holding his hands.
"That's normal at first. The Holy Tree's energy is wild. You have to guide it like a river, not fight it."
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a gentle whisper.
"You're doing well, Teru. Faster than most humans would."
Teru gave her a small smirk.
"Guess the system helps. And having a good teacher."
Lucie blushed lightly but didn't pull away.
Before she could reply, the sound of footsteps approached — quick, purposeful. Firis appeared at the edge of the clearing, silver ponytail swaying, sword at her hip. She stopped a few meters away, arms crossed, red eyes scanning the scene.
"Training again?" she asked, voice carrying its usual tsundere edge. "You two look cozy."
Lucie pulled back slightly, cheeks still pink.
"We were practicing mana control."
Firis huffed, but her eyes lingered on Teru a moment longer than necessary.
"Tch. Well, you might want to pause. Dark elf scouts were spotted near the eastern border. Delva's people. They're not attacking… yet. But they're watching."
Teru stood up, brushing grass off his pants. Gáe Bolg materialized on his back in a shimmer of red chains.
"Guess it's time."
Firis nodded once, her expression serious.
"Evelyn said she'd talk to Delva, but it looks like they're getting impatient."
Lucie stood as well, worry flickering across her face.
"Be careful, Teru."
Teru gave her a reassuring nod.
"I will. Let's go see what they want."
The three of them started walking toward the eastern edge of the village. The peaceful training atmosphere shifted quickly into quiet tension.
As they moved, Teru's mind turned to the upcoming encounter.
'Dark elves. Canon rivals. Desperate, not evil. Time to see if we can talk this out… or if I have to make them listen.'
Firis walked beside him, hand resting on her sword hilt.
Evelyn was already waiting near the border, white hair visible from afar.
The forest ahead felt heavier now.
The real test of this world was about to begin.
The group arrived at the eastern edge of the village.
The barrier shimmered faintly in the air — a thin wall of green light that kept outsiders out. On the other side stood a small squad of dark elves. Tanned skin, dark armor, capes fluttering. They looked tense, weapons ready, but not attacking.
One stood out clearly.
Short blonde hair with orange-pink gradients at the tips. Green eyes sharp and confident. Tall, athletic build with noticeable muscle tone and a voluptuous figure — big breasts straining against her dark top, wide hips, thick thighs. She carried a massive axe over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Her outfit was practical but revealing: dark leather and metal accents, fur trim, boots that screamed "I hit hard."
Elda Ballad.
Evelyn stepped forward first. Voice steady.
"Elda."
Elda's green eyes flicked to her, then locked on Teru. She grinned — cocky, a little wild.
"So the rumors are true. The savior has been summoned."
Teru looked at her. Mentally he noted:
'So she was sent, and not Misery Stentrem.'
He thought it was actually better this way. Elda was aggressive, but straightforward. Easier to deal with than Misery's more seductive style.
Firis stayed close to Teru's side. Hand resting on her sword hilt. Silver ponytail swaying slightly in the breeze.
Elda planted her axe butt-first on the ground. Leaned on it casually.
"You're the one who's been making the tree glow brighter. And you've got our scout Evelyn with you. Care to explain?"
Teru kept his voice calm. Spear still on his back.
"She was ambushed by orcs. I took care of them. She's safe here."
Elda's grin widened, but her eyes stayed sharp.
"Safe with the high elves? Bold claim. Delva sent me to check if the prophecy is real… and to bring the savior back if he is."
Teru stepped closer to the barrier. Not crossing it.
"I'm real. The tree's healing. But I'm not going anywhere by force. You want to talk? Come in. No weapons. No tricks. We talk like people."
Elda laughed. Short and loud.
"You think we're that easy? We've been fighting for survival while you high elves sat pretty."
Evelyn spoke up from beside Teru.
"He's different, Elda. He saved me. No demands. No drugs. He killed the orcs without hesitation. And the tree… it really is getting stronger."
Elda's grin faded a bit. She studied Teru again — blue hair, blue eyes, the white-silver armor with blue accents, the red spear on his back.
"You don't look like the weak human we expected."
Teru shrugged.
"I'm not. But I'm not here to conquer either. I'm here to fix the tree. Permanently. No more war. No more draining each other. Both sides win."
Elda was quiet for a moment. Axe shifted on her shoulder.
"Delva won't believe words alone."
Teru nodded.
"Then bring her. Or let me meet her. Neutral ground. No fighting."
Elda stared at him. Then at Evelyn. Then back.
"…I'll tell her what I saw. The tree's glow. Evelyn safe. You… not acting like a typical hero."
She turned to leave. Paused.
"Don't make me regret this, savior."
Teru watched her go. The dark elf squad disappeared into the trees.
Firis exhaled.
"She's aggressive. But she listened."
Evelyn nodded.
"Elda's loyal to Delva… but she's not blind. If the tree really is healing, she'll push Delva to talk."
Teru looked at the barrier.
"Good. Because fighting isn't the plan."
Nol appeared behind them, staff in hand.
"Smart. We prepare anyway. Just in case."
Teru turned back toward the village.
"Let's get ready. Meeting with Delva soon."
The group started walking back.
Evelyn stayed close. Still processing.
Firis walked beside Teru. Quiet, but closer than before.
Lucie waited at the edge. Smiled when she saw them.
"Everything okay?"
Teru nodded.
"For now."
The village continued its day — elves studying books, practicing small spells, building crude mana devices.
But the air felt heavier.
Dark elves were coming.
Not as enemies this time.
Hopefully.
Teru kept walking.
Spear on his back.
Girls around him.
Ready for whatever Delva brought.
After a while, Elda had returned to the dark elf village.
She took a few steps into the central clearing, axe still resting on her shoulder. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and spiced wine. Torches flickered against the dark stone buildings.
Two women were already waiting for her.
One was Delva Celebrían — tall, purple-haired, cape draped elegantly over her shoulders. She stood with arms crossed, yellow eyes sharp and calculating.
The other was Misery Stentrem — blonde hair with a gradient that faded into pinkish tones, one eye covered by her long bangs, purple eyes gleaming with barely-contained hunger. Her slingshot swimsuit barely contained her massive breasts, thighhighs hugging her legs, gloves on her hands. She leaned against a pillar, looking bored but clearly eager for news.
Elda stopped in front of them. Grinned.
"Delva. Misery. The rumors are true. The savior has been summoned."
Delva adjusted hair.
"Details."
Elda leaned her axe against her shoulder.
"Blue hair. Blue eyes. Wears some weird white armor with a hood. Carries a red spear that moves like it's alive. Killed a whole orc squad in seconds without breaking a sweat. Evelyn is with him now — safe, no chains, no drugs. He vouched for her like it was nothing."
Misery's purple eyes lit up. She licked her lips slowly.
"So… is the savior hot?"
Elda snorted.
"Yeah. Real hot. Handsome face, strong build, moves like he knows exactly what he's doing. The high elves and even Evelyn were practically glowing around him."
Misery's grin turned predatory.
"Mmm… I want him."
Delva shot her a look.
"Focus. What about the tree?"
Elda's expression turned serious.
"It's glowing brighter. I could feel the mana from the edge of their barrier. The savior isn't just fucking them dry like the old stories. He's actually healing it. And he said he wants to fix it permanently. No more war. No more draining each other."
Delva was quiet for a long moment. Fingers tapped her arm.
"He invited us to talk. Neutral ground. No fighting."
Misery laughed softly.
"I say we go. I'll bring the good wine… and the aphrodisiacs just in case."
Elda smirked.
"He didn't seem like the type who needs them."
Delva looked at everyone.
"We'll go. Carefully. If he's really different… we might not need to fight at all."
She turned to leave.
"Prepare the delegation. Elda, you lead it. Misery, behave."
Misery pouted playfully.
"No promises~"
The three dark elves disappeared into the shadows of their village.
Back in the high elf village, Teru sat with Lucie and Nol, unaware of the exact words but feeling the shift in the air.
The dark elves were coming.
Not as enemies.
Hopefully.
The game was changing.
And Teru was ready.
To be continued
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