“By the way, Shia, are we going to the restaurant that’s around here?”
“Hmm, well… I actually haven’t decided. What do you think, Menelapie?”
“I always respect your choice.”
Of course, it would be rather awkward to go to a stew restaurant when they just came out for a date-like outing…
But right now, there were three of them.
“Then how about Olga?”
It’s usual to let a child eat what they want in front of them.
“What do you mean by ‘how about’…?”
Olga fell into a bit of confusion as she looked at the dazzling meat restaurant signs before her.
Having never eaten meat in her life, she couldn’t really tell what was tasty or which meats suited her palate.
“Well, if Olga is okay with it… can I decide on your first experience?”
At the mention of ‘first experience’, Menelapie’s eyes flickered for a moment before settling back down, but Shia, who was distracted deciding the menu, didn’t notice.
“I mean, since meat and carnivorous things… are new for me too, I can only leave it to my sister.”
“Hehe, well actually… I found something from the internet about this place.”
Saying that, Shia marked the coordinates on her smartwatch and called a delivery drone that was at home.
It would take at least 30 minutes for the delivery drone, loaded with various cooking ingredients, seasonings, green onions, and garlic, to reach Cheonan.
“Okay. Off we go!”
Thus, Shia, Menelapie, and Olga walked past the Hunter Restaurant street, heading towards the dungeon, where a sign stating that entry was prohibited for B-grade hunters and below was posted in the distance.
When they reached the high-output electromagnetic barrier blocking the dungeon, Shia presented her temporary hunter’s license. A drone from the Hunter Association flew in and scanned her temporary license, opening a path through the barrier for a few people to pass.
Since it was Olga’s first time entering a dungeon aside from the Daesanrim, she couldn’t hide her excitement and nervousness.
“But sister, what meat did you decide on? Beef? Pork? Or maybe Minotaur meat?”
“It’s a secret.”
“Are you not going to tell me either?”
“Hehe, think of it as a surprise. I’m giving something to Olga too, but I want to surprise Menelapie a bit as well.”
At that, Menelapie shrugged and followed behind Shia.
While Menelapie wouldn’t really be surprised about anything, she began mentally preparing herself to react naturally as Shia mentioned wanting to surprise her.
If Menelapie didn’t react at all after Shia said she wanted to surprise her, wouldn’t that put Shia in a very sulky mood?
“I will only trust you, small Olga. Why don’t you trust Shia’s judgment? She is a long-time spirit fighter who’s experienced various delicacies and has become accustomed to meat. You won’t be disappointed with your first carnivorous experience.”
“Hmm, okay! I’m a member of the Mangji-dan!”
“Oh? Mangji-dan? I remember Shia mentioning something about a fan club for her stream?”
“Yes, that’s right! Despite appearances, I’ve been watching and cheering for sister Shia since she started her broadcasts!”
“Is that true?”
“Hehe, I’m the original Mangji-dan. I’ll show you my badges later!”
“If you’ve liked Shia since far earlier than now, then I will respect and like you too.”
“Can you not say those things in front of the person in question? It’s a little embarrassing!”
No matter how much she had been revered as a saint in her previous world, being complimented so openly was still quite embarrassing.
While they continued their light-hearted conversation, Shia, Menelapie, and Olga entered a rather dark forest.
The name of this forest was [The Table of the Sheep].
“Hey, by the way, I’m going to start broadcasting now. Is that okay, Olga?”
“Eh? Broadcasting?”
Originally, she hadn’t planned to start a broadcast, but it had been quite a while since she did one, and this broadcast was significant not just for Shia but also for Olga.
“Yeah, I’m going to introduce you.”
“Eh…?”
“Ah, there’s no strange motive behind it. I’m not trying to debut you as a broadcaster or anything.”
Saying that, Shia patted Olga’s head gently as if to reassure her from her surprised expression.
“From now on, elves will start to gradually migrate from the Daesanrim to Earth. The ultimate goal will be for all elves to completely adapt to Earth and live as members of society, right?”
“Ah, yes… yes.”
“Actually, there were already a few of you elves even before. Some returnees became elves, and there are cases of small settlements or individual elves passing through the gates and settling on Earth as well.”
The reason why Earthlings weren’t overly shocked by the elven race was that there had been elves that migrated to Earth even before Olga and the elves from the Daesanrim arrived.
“However, now that elves have essentially become my companions, I figured it might be better to gradually familiarize our audience with you instead of hiding it.”
“…Ah. If that’s the case, I’m okay with it!”
“Hehe, great. We’re going to publicly broadcast Olga’s monumental first time eating meat!”
“Uh… should I be embarrassed?”
“No, you can be proud!”
Though it looked like a comedy sketch, Menelapie gazed at Shia in surprise.
“Huh… Our Shia has been more thoughtful than I thought?”
On the surface, it might seem like Shia wanted to broadcast for trivial reasons, but that broadcast was surprisingly a very calculated action.
For the countries on Earth that were wary of elves, they needed reassurance that the elves from the large collective of Daesanrim were safe and communicable with humans.
While they might think of broadcasting as just broadcasting, such little daily interactions, infiltrating without seeming out of the ordinary, could be one of the most effective ways to have an impact.
Menelapie understood that this broadcasting would greatly influence modern Hunter society.
If Shia were broadcasting with little significance, drawing only a small viewership, viewers may have thought of her merely as someone clout-chasing by featuring an elf.
However, Shia’s broadcast, due to her immense influence, wasn’t something to be taken lightly.
Even if she didn’t hold an S-grade Hunter’s license, she was considered S-grade by all standards, and with her beautiful, saintly appearance, she had drawn countless followers and fans. Today, thousands of people still used the genre-bounding Hunter Gallery where she was the gallery master.
Such a level of influence meant Shia could unintentionally create a significant impact, and if she could showcase elves in her broadcasts, it would form a positive image, suggesting that elves weren’t harmful—a key part of a nurturing policy.
Thus, Olga’s appearance might seem simply entertaining, but it could also be viewed as a first step in solidifying the public perception and societal status of elves, disguised as a casual familiarity.
‘She didn’t even teach her this… Truly, it’s my Shia.’
Menelapie inwardly smiled contentedly, feeling pride at Shia’s awareness, and slightly relaxed her shoulder with the thought of rewarding her.
“Hehe, then I must do whatever I can to make Shia’s broadcast fun.”
“Ah, it’s okay! I’ll take care of the broadcast. After all, this broth will taste good no matter what I do!”
[Wait, did the streamer just insult the viewers right after starting the broadcast? Can we do that?]
[For real, lol]
[Ahhh!]
[Open the door, open the door, open the door!]
[‘Why now’ has donated 10,000 won!]
n
Lol for real, I thought you disappeared, my neck was becoming a joke.
Shia, who immediately started broadcasting without any greetings, chuckled at the flood of comments rushing in.
“Hehehe, hello! Thank you, Why Now? There won’t be any reaction to the donation.”
[Ah, seriously. Those were the good old days.]
[Back then, you streamed continuously, haha]
[Now you’re all full of yourself, huh? lol]
By now, Shia had started her broadcast with a small AI drone she pulled from between her breasts.
The comment about being full wasn’t entirely inaccurate.
Shia was becoming somewhat of a draw without needing to greet the audience anymore as they automatically began gathering.
“Eh, actually, I’m not full at all… I’m really hungry right now…”
[Will the streamer ever feel full?]
[LOL I’m betting on it.]
[Seriously, is it true that the gallery master doesn’t stream every day? Do you want to fall apart?]
[I do]
[Fall!]
[I do!]
[Fall!]
“The one shouting ‘fall’ seems to want to cooperate for a collab.”
With Menelapie’s chilling voice having understood the meaning and intention behind the word ‘fall’, the chats instantly halted.
[Sorry!]
[Someone please help, help, help, help, help!]
[I mess up sometimes.]
[My bad!]
It seemed the last forced collab had made quite an impression, as the viewers quickly became meek.
“Just kidding. I’m not foolish enough to confuse jokes and truths. I can handle that much, so don’t be afraid.”
[Oh, then… let’s get a beam for the view!]
“However, if you cross the line, I’ll consider it as a wish to die.”
[…..]
[‘KawaiiHorned’ has donated 30,000 won!]
“Hey! It’s obvious that my warrior Menelapie is beautiful. But hey, did everyone see the title? Today is a collab with an elf!”
[Is that really an elf?]
[For real?]
[Who’s the returnee?]
“Alright, let’s show you. Ta-da! Olga! Come here.”
“Ah, yes… yes!”
Olga, who awkwardly approached the drone camera, fidgeted with her fingers shyly.
While Shia and Menelapie’s appearances were incredibly overwhelming, Olga’s looks didn’t fall behind.
[Wow.]
[Oooohhh!]
[So cute!]
[Did a pedophile just pop up?]
[But regardless of pedos or anything, isn’t she beautiful?]
[Is this the elven class…?]
[What the heck.]
The young elven girl, appearing fragile and pure like the morning dew, was enough to ignite fires in the hearts of others despite her young appearance.
“Okay, Olga. Why don’t you introduce yourself?”
“Huh…”
[Seeing her shy is so cute!]
“Don’t overstep. She’s only 80 years old!”
[?]
[Huh?….]
[Hehe, I can smell chicken…]
[W-what, the rice has gone bad…]
“Hey, I’m not 80 years old!”
“Oh, not? Sorry.”
“Cough, cough… um, let me introduce myself again. My name is Olgania Parchelotisipia. I’m an elf.”
“Nope, Olga.”
“Yes?”
However, Shia shook her head and sat Olga on a flat rock.
“You need to say your name and age. And also your measurements—why you appeared in this broadcast…”
“Sister, that’s just like the content where you introduce yourself like an AV actress at Daesanrim!”
“……………”
Ah, I’ve been caught…
“Despite appearances, I’m part of the Mangji-dan! My communication skills aren’t lacking!”
[?]
[What?]
[Mangji-dan?]
[What the hell is she talking about?]
[Isn’t Mangji-dan the name of those pervy hybrids?]
“I sell fried leaves! That’s my nickname!”
[?]
[?]
[??]
“Don’t you believe me?! Then I’ll log in using this drone for a simultaneous connection!”
“Uh, um…”
Simultaneous connection…?
Does this drone have that function too?!
While Shia was perplexed, Olga operated the drone like it was her own equipment and showed her logging into the Hunter streamer channel, Switch.
“See! My nickname is Na-mu-Leaf Fried!”
[?]
[What?]
[What the F;]
[LOL]
[An elf… who’s a Suky?]
[Could it be that the beings pretending to be Sue are elves?]
[There’s no way an elf is a Mangji-dan with that appearance?]
[Is that true?]
One couldn’t duplicate nicknames on Switch due to its policy.
So viewers had no choice but to recognize that this child named Olga was indeed ‘Na-mu-leaf is Fried’, one of the core 13 members of the Mangji-dan.
Though they accepted it, the cognitive dissonance they experienced was unavoidable.
When Olga realized people actually recognized her as a member of the Mangji-dan, she smiled proudly and shouted.
“Hey, KawaiiHorned! I met your sister first!”
“……”
Watching this, Shia pondered for a moment.
Could it be that Olga had a better grasp of modern tools and communication skills than she did?
○○○○○
After introducing Olga on the broadcast, Shia set her down in a safe spot and vanished somewhere with Menelapie.
While they mentioned they were going for meat, what kind of meat was still a secret, so Olga felt somewhat puffed up, believing she had been left alone.
If only she had gotten a smartwatch to watch the broadcast, she wouldn’t have felt so bored…
Rustle!
“Sister?”
At that moment, Olga perked up her ears at the sound of movement coming from between the trees.
Have they already come?
No, that’s too quick, isn’t it?
Although she knew Shia was powerful, she also knew that Shia’s appetite was anything but ordinary.
She found it hard to believe they could have delivered enough meat to satisfy Menelapie, Shia, and herself in such a short amount of time.
“Shia? Where are you?”
“……………”
“Hey, don’t joke around. Come out. I’m scared.”
While forests were usually cozy places for elves, that was only when speaking about naturally clean forests.
In a forest teeming with magic and unknown monsters, even elves wouldn’t find peace.
“Si-Sister…?”
Not hearing a response from the place she sensed a presence, Olga felt an unsettling sensation.
What was that…? Why is there no response…?
Could it be that it’s not really her sister…?
Rustle..!
“Hieek!”
Olga’s heightened sense from fear and tension picked up even the sound of the wind.
With simultaneous rustling of leaves nearby, Olga stiffened and exhaled deeply.
“Oh, phew… It was just… the sound of the wind…”
They say you jump at shadows; even if it’s just a shadow, the fears for Olga experiencing everything for the first time made the feeling of being in this new neighborhood—the dungeon—intensely terrifying.
Having lived her entire life within the confines of the Daesanrim, she had never once stepped into the outside world, where the World Tree, her mother, laid, so fear multiplied when stepping into a similar forest.
“But no matter how much of a forest it is, it’s too dark at night…”
—Koo….ack?
“Eh…?”
Turning her head, Olga locked eyes with a large deer that was bipedal and looking down on her.
With sharp fangs protruding like a bat’s, and its yellow eyes gazing dully, it was far from feeling innocent; instead, it radiated malice.
—Kuu…
Eh… A… monster…?
—Kuuueeek!
“KYAAAHHH!”
Who wouldn’t be scared if a big-ass deer was looking down on them?
Especially when that deer looked particularly fat, sporting curling horns like that of a ram, and held something resembling a battle axe in its hands.
Olga was an ordinary human with normal fears, so screaming was nothing unusual.
—Kuuheeheeheeek!
The B-grade monster, Yanglani, was delighted to see Olga.
Thinking he would return home empty-handed yet again due to the lack of prey, this small, young, and defenseless-looking human kindled hope in its heart.
If it managed to hunt that, it wouldn’t just be a pitiful meal of munching on grass… It would be a satisfying one that would make for a hearty feast!
However…
“Damn it…”
—Kuuueeek?
While it’s an undeniable fact that humans need to breathe to live or fish need to be in water, the child of the World Tree, an elf, loves nature.
“You stupid…!”
That’s a very basic proposition, almost akin to a truth.
But if you were to ask an elf whether or not they love and respect even monsters as part of nature, the answer is a clear No.
The elves despise monsters even more than humans, who burned down a part of the Daesanrim, and they believe monsters should die for merely existing with no place in this world.
“Damned, deer bastard!”
Puhhhhhh!
The next moment, Yanglani felt the acute pain in its face and went twirling 360 degrees on the spot.
—Kuu… ek?
Huh, what’s happening?
Caught completely off-guard by the sudden agony, Yanglani wanted to scream out in pain.
However, realizing its jaw had literally crumbled the moment it allowed the first hit from an unknown something, it realized its mouth couldn’t move.
“Damn it! You scared the hell outta me!!!”
Looking up, Yanglani saw its targeted prey pouring an enormous amount of spirit and mana into its clenched fist, as if it was cradling a storm in the palm.
—Kyu! Kwoeuk!
“This damned deer bastard!!!”
I’m dying, am I?
Thwack!! Crunch!!
As Yanglani thought this, it immediately tried to flee… but the elves of the forest were faster than anyone else.
Crrrunch!!
As the punch from small Olga slammed into Yanglani’s skull from above, it was too much for the deer, which couldn’t even scream as it plummeted to the ground.
—Kuu…ek…
The small Olgania.
Full name, Olgania Parchelotisipia.
She was not just an elf but the princess of the Daesanrim…
She was the child of the World Tree, born with the same bloodline as the great Olgania, the spirit fighter!
It was hardly strange that the small Olga inherited the same talent as the great Olga who became a spirit fighter.
Crrrunch!!
Regardless, Olga was furious.
It was annoying that this absurd-looking Yanglani was looking down on her trying to eat her. After viewing only pleasant things like Shia and Menelapie, gazing upon such a grotesquely formed creature genuinely made her feel sick. Even the weird cries it was letting out made her more furious.
So it was only natural that Olga releasing her pent-up anger and frustration upon Yanglani through her punching was not an odd occurrence.
—Kuuuueeek! Ack! Kwoek!
“Ah! Hey! You thought you could just scream?! Huh?!”
Thwack! Thwack!
Left side!
Right side!
What are you staring at, you jerk?!
What are you so surprised about?!
You were trying to eat me! Don’t act like the victim!
If you want it, then fight back, you bastard!
—Kuuuwahh!
“Ah! Ah!! AAAHHH!”
Thwack! Crunch!!
“…That.”
“Ah!”
“Hey!”
Finally, after returning to reality, Olga noticed Shia standing right beside her, hesitating to grasp her shoulders.
With an expression that was rarely shown on Shia despite her broadcasts—perhaps it was confusion or fear, though Olga wasn’t quite sure.
‘When did you arrive…?’
Oh, haha…
Inwardly disappointed, Olga…
[HAHAHAHAHAH!!!]
[LOLLOL]
[‘KawaiiHorned’ has donated 100,000 won!]
“Na-mu-leaf fried! I apologize for my mistakes! I’m so sorry!”
[HAHHAH!!]
[Fists are terrifying!]
[…That’s not an elf…she’s the punch king!]
[For real, she seems to be punching better than the streamer!]
“Alright, Olga, are you okay? Did you really…”
“Did you see?!”
“………”
With one hand clutching the Yanglani that had become a bloody mess, Olga directed her question at Shia.
“You’ve seen it, right? When did you come? From where…?!”
Ah, the question about where she had started to see things was the problem.
Looks like she’s in damage control mode…
“Uh… When you were greeting the deer, I anticipated it.”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
In that moment, as if feeling the rush of blood, Shia quickly captured and responded to the sound coming from Olga’s fist striking Yanglani.
“Ah, well, uh… it’s late but…”
“SHUT UP!!!”
Again, this time as she tightened her grip on Yanglani, Olga asked Shia.
“Did you see…?”
“Um…”
Shia glanced between the beaten-up Yanglani, its crushed pieces beneath its skin, and back at Olga.
“See, you were just angry that it wanted to catch you…”
“Ugh… it’s…”
It seemed like Olga’s mood was elevated, hearing Shia’s return.
For the child of the World Tree, today also took yet another step into the path of corruption.
No, with both the meat-eating and the punching, one could say today alone took a double step.
The fallen child of the World Tree.
What a splendid resonance, right?
Or not.
