Flillian, I want to live.

Then, Philen exerted a little force, and the Sword of the Brave, which Xutark had just tried his best to penetrate but failed, was pulled out from the stone platform as smoothly as if it had been lubricated.

……

Swah——

A golden holy light poured down from above Philen's head, bathing Philen, who was speechlessly looking at the sword of the brave that he had pulled out, in the light.

"Congratulations, kid, you've been chosen by me..."

Somewhere in the dark, Philen seemed to hear a gentle female voice whispering in her ear.

Click.

Philen decisively put the sword he had just drawn back into its original base.

The holy light above his head disappeared instantly as if a plug had been pulled out, and the whispering sound in his ear also stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, please seek help from someone else."

Philen put his hands together and bowed devoutly to the Sword of the Brave.

Then, Philen quickly picked up his staff and ran away without looking back.

Back to the present, after hearing Kraft and Gutel's discussion about the Sword of the Brave, Philen couldn't help but recall his previous bizarre experience again.

Is it possible that the world is really at risk of destruction because of my curiosity killing the cat?

Philen held his chin with his hand, thinking with some trouble.

It shouldn't be that outrageous, right?

Philen glanced at the hall where the atmosphere was becoming increasingly solemn, and decided to keep the secret in his heart for the time being.

Because at this moment, Monica, who had been knocked unconscious by Livale, woke up.

"Hand, my hand..."

Monica jumped up from the ground with a somersault. The first thing she did when she woke up was to look at her right hand which had been cut off by Livale's axe.

Fortunately, her right hand returned to its original position at this time.

Monica tried to clench her fists and then opened them, then pinched her cheeks hard.

“Ouch—”

As Monica cried out in pain as she attacked her, she was sure that she was not dreaming.

So, maybe everything that happened before was just a nightmare?

With a little expectation, Monica tentatively touched her forehead with her hand.

However, this time, Monica failed to get what she wanted.

The sharp horn representing the demon bloodline still exists there.

"what……"

Monica sighed with a hint of loss, and after she performed to herself, she suddenly realized that everyone's eyes in the hall were focused on her.

Except for Guter who had a strange look on his face, almost everyone was looking at her as if she were an alien.

"Everyone... I..."

Monica felt her heart beat suddenly, and a feeling of suffocation came over her. She was not good at dealing with strangers, and her current situation made her feel at a loss.

"What are you doing? Miss Monica is not your enemy."

What Monica didn't expect was that at this awkward moment, the first person to stand up and speak for her was Doris, who had always ignored her in the team.

"Miss Doris..."

Just like a person drifting in the vast ocean who grabbed a life-saving sampan, Monica looked at Doris who was walking towards her with tears in her eyes.

"I just can't stand it."

However, Doris was not as gentle as Monica imagined. Rather than speaking out out of love, Doris was more out of justice.

"Uh, that's not what we meant..."

At this time, it was Philen who took the initiative to step forward and smooth over the increasingly tense atmosphere.

"If it's not that, then what does it mean?"

However, Doris had no intention of backing down. Instead, she asked Philen angrily.

"This is the first time we've encountered a situation like this, Miss Monica."

Philen turned her head and looked at Gutel, who was about to shrink to the side and pretend to be silent. She used her eyes to ask Gutel, a demon, to come out and say a few words for her.

"Ahem, indeed. Although Miss Monica has demon blood, she is different from real demons. Having grown up as a human, she is able to understand human emotions. This is a remarkable thing."

Gutel put his hand to his mouth, coughed twice awkwardly, and was forced to speak out.

It should be said that Guter's words were actually her heartfelt words after she had been desperately searching for human emotions but failed. However, Doris, who was unaware of Guter's demon identity, did not care about it.

"Understand human emotions? Oh, so what? I know the true face of humans very well. Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts. Even if Miss Monica wants to continue living as a human, you won't let her go, right?"

As she said this, Doris turned her head to look at Erica, who was the most seriously injured and was still lying on the ground in a daze after being recovered by Guter.

"yes……"

Erica, who was lying on the ground in a big word, rolled her eyes at Doris's somewhat sarcastic question and answered in a nonchalant tone.

"So, humans are truly a hopeless race..."

Hearing Erica's answer, Doris shook her head and said with emotion.

"What do you mean by that..." Hearing Erica's rant, a hint of displeasure crossed Fulilian's face. "Do you think you're noble just because you're an elf? It's amazing that there are still people like you these days, Miss Doris."

Chapter 125 Let them see the speed of the elves

"Compatriots?"

Fulilian's sarcastic words made Doris smile with disdain.

"Who are you from the same compatriot..."

Doris stared at Fulilian and said coldly.

"Eh? Miss Doris, aren't you an elf?"

Philen blinked in surprise. From Doris's tone, it was not difficult to tell that she seemed to have drawn a line between herself and Flillian, an elf.

However, the pair of elegant and conspicuous pointed ears on Doris's face, like those on Freelian's, did not look like some cosplay decoration.

"Ah, I see."

An expression of sudden realization suddenly appeared on Guter's face.

"What do you understand, Master Guter?"

Philen turned his head and asked Gutel in confusion.

"You are a hybrid born from the union of an elf and a human."

Guter looked at Doris and told her the story behind her life.

"Elves and humans..."

After hearing Gutel's explanation, Fulilian's pupils suddenly dilated as if she had thought of something.

"Yes."

Doris had no intention of hiding her mixed-race identity, but nodded and admitted it generously.

"This is truly bizarre. Although we elves are long-lived, almost everyone has flaws in our romantic and reproductive instincts. If I hadn't met Fulilian, I would have thought all elves except me were extinct."

Kraft crossed his arms and spoke with some emotion.

"That's true. I never thought an elf would develop feelings for a human, even marrying and having children. Don't you agree, Flillian?"

Gutel nodded, agreeing with Kraft and looking at Fulilian who was a little dazed with a smile.

"At least the children of elves and humans won't be considered taboo like the children of demons and humans."

Fulilian glared at Gutel coldly.

"Oh, so what?"

Although Frillian's intention was not to target Monica and Doris, her words once again aroused Doris's hostility.

"Although humans are hopeless, this doesn't mean elves are any better. Love between elves and humans will only lead to tragedy."

Doris clenched her hands into fists and spoke through gritted teeth.

Elves and humans do not live in the same dimension.

As a child of elves and humans, Doris felt this deeply and was deeply tormented by this dual identity.

"Ah, I remembered something I had to do."

Not long after Doris became sensible, her mother left home one day after leaving these words.

The next time the mother and daughter met was when Doris was about to leave the village and go to the cemetery on the hill behind the village to commemorate her father who had passed away many years ago.

"Really? That guy is already dead. Human lifespan is really short."

At that time, facing the tombstone of her surprised daughter and husband, Doris's mother only uttered such an understated sigh.

"You...you actually have the nerve to come back..."

At that time, Doris's mood was very complicated. She was surprised to meet her mother again, but also angry at her mother for irresponsibly abandoning the family.

"It's only been less than fifty years..."

Doris's mother looked at the moss-covered tombstone and answered with a somewhat helpless tone.

"Just? Do you know how I got through these years?"

Doris rushed forward, grabbed her mother by the collar, and questioned her loudly.

Elves have long lives and slow development rates. Even though Doris is only half elven, her life span is still much longer than that of ordinary humans around her.

"Hey, where are we going to play today?"

When Doris proposed to her childhood playmates again, those who had played with her rejected her one after another.

"We have grown up and need to go out to work."

"Yeah, I'm getting married soon. I can't go play in the mud with you, Doris, anymore, can I?"

From then on, Doris realized that apart from her ears being different from other children, her existence itself was an abnormality.

Even if she wanted to learn to become mature like the people around her, as time passed, her former playmates gradually grew old, but she was the only one who remained as young as a girl.

If she were a real elf, Doris might be as slow-witted as her mother, but her human blood brought Doris complicated emotions.

"In that case, you might as well bring me to live in the elf village from the beginning."

Doris had completed her human life, but the rest of her life might still be calculated in thousands of years. The reason she was preparing to leave the village and go to the cemetery to say goodbye to her father was because there was no place for her here anymore.

"But the elves' village was destroyed thousands of years ago..."

However, Doris' mother told Doris a fact that made her even more desperate.

"Everyone's dead. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any elves in ages. Could they be extinct?"

Doris's mother touched her chin with her hand and explained to Doris in a belated tone.

"..."

As Doris finished telling her unbearable past, the hall fell into silence.

"Elves are so abominable."

It was Goutal who broke the silence first and expressed her heartfelt views.

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, the longer you live, the less you'll appreciate the concept of time."

Kraft spread out his hands, a helpless expression on his face.

"Uh...that..."

After listening to Doris's gritted teeth description, Fulilian showed a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. Perhaps in a sense, she could understand Doris's mother.

"Perhaps, probably, possibly, your mother actually regrets it too much, but she's just a little slow to react because the shock was so great..."