Chapter 119 – Chapter 113 – Never Make an Elf Angry (1)

Sylnia looked around.

Also no one

Silnia and her son were alone in the garden upstairs in the late afternoon.
Satisfied with that fact, she unwrapped the cloth in her hand in a secluded spot in her garden.

Then the branches fall with a clatter.
They were brought in quite a lot, so they were piled up quite heaps.

Silnia carefully set her son down beside him, and she piled them up.

“Forty That Rabbit Year… Will you take Ernan with you?”

Silnia smiled bitterly at the thought of Potty, who was in the middle of a conversation with Hernán.

To be honest, I’m not very good with Potty.

Even during the adventure, Poti talked to Hernán and the saintess, and had little conversation with the rest.
Patini and Sylnia, who had gathered together anyway because they wanted each other, didn’t want to force themselves to become close with Potty.

It was the same in the beginning here.
However, after the birth of a child, and both Forty and Sylnia began to become intimate with a man, things began to fall apart little by little.

Especially when Silnia couldn’t agree on who would be by Hernán’s side, she engaged in a war of nerves almost every day.

But now, Poti was diverting Hernán’s attention for Silnia.
Potty’s help, which doesn’t usually happen.

Of course, Potty is helping Sylnia because she is doing something she is interested in.

While thinking that far, Silnia heard her son’s voice in her ears.

“Mom! Hug me.”

Although his legs are uncomfortable, his speech and growth itself are normal.
Silnia put her affection in her voice for the child.

“Can you wait a minute? Mom will give you more meat for dinner.”

The elf smiled at his son and played hard with his hand.
As the twigs took shape, she resumed her thoughts.

A rabbit Suin and an elf who are not on good terms.
There are a few topics that they get close to.

Drank right away.

Both of them were very interested in worshiping the devil, and they were also zealous in offering sacrifices.

However, the demon king, who had been constantly paying attention to Hernán and her saintess, and helping hard, suddenly stopped helping, so it was difficult to work very hard.

However, Silnia did not stop worshiping the gods.
Rather, there was much room for it to be seen as more polar than Forty.

At least Potty didn’t try to set up altars everywhere.

Is she from a priestly family, so she has a strong faith?

Silnia thought she had potential and continued to build the altar.

Before long, the humble altar was almost in shape.

“It’s hard. I think I’m going to die because I’m full.”

Wiping the sweat from her brow, she looked at the pile of branches in front of her.
She then stroked her own full-term belly.

“I hope he comes out without a hitch…”

The elf’s voice was a little locked.
But soon, with a lively face again, she brought out her fruit to be placed on the altar.

“Drinking. Please take this and the holy power will increase so that my son’s legs are neatly fixed. And you know that it helps my baby to come out well, right?”

Her eyes lit up as she looked at the inverted pentagram made of small pieces of wood on top of the altar.

“I won’t let you go if you just swallow the wish ticket again.”

Whether it was her prayer or her threat, she brought her son to her altar.

“And then go out here with my kid and L…”

Then there was the sound of the garden door opening.
Silnia jumped up from her seat, startled.

Are you Ernan?
Is she or is she another woman?

Obviously, I came to see other women working because they each had something to do…

The elf hurriedly covered the altar to see who had entered.

“Sylnia?”

The one who approached Silnia was a saint.
She held a small basket in one hand and her second child in the other.
And the first of the saints, Lenny, was quietly looking at the flower garden while holding her clothes.

“Saint? Wasn’t she doing laundry underneath?”

“The water is being called.”

“Then why are you here? Why bother going upstairs?”

Silnia thought that Marina, who did not like demon worship, had come.
She saw Marina approaching, desperately trying to cover her altar.

Marina, who had almost reached the secluded place where the elves were, pointed to the flower field with a tender expression and opened her mouth.

“I’m here to pick lavender or rosemary. If you only infuse the scent and use it when washing, the stinky smell will be covered up a lot.”

“That, is it? Can I help you too?”

Silnia laughed awkwardly, hastily blocking her marina.
The saintess looked at Silnia and asked her question.

“That is strange.”

“What, what?”

“Why aren’t you carrying the child? To think that the person she always carried puts her child down on the hard floor…”

Silnia then realized that her baby, her son, was staring at her on the floor.
It seems that he was so distracted that he forgot to hold the child again for a moment.

She took her son in her arms as she scrambled again.
Of course, when she bends down like that, what she’s trying to hide behind her is in plain view.

“Sylnia! Could it be that you made another altar for the demon god?”

Marina’s cry made Silnia realize her mistake.

Thinking she was in trouble, she bit her lip.

“Okay! What’s wrong with you?”

“Of course there are problems! Didn’t Hernan and I keep telling you not to do this until now? Besides, here it is…”

Silnia thought she didn’t know why her saintess was reacting so sensitively, and she said bluntly.

“Does it really matter that I will pray for my son?”

“Isn’t there an altar in the living room downstairs as well? It’s even in Silnia’s private suite.”

“But here you can see the sky, and the atmosphere is good, right? It’s natural to want to offer offerings and pray in a good environment!”

Pointing her hand around her, she continued her speech.

“I purposely installed it in a place where it is not easily seen in case it would annoy others. What’s wrong with you, other than that you’re in a bad mood?”

“Demon worship is forbidden by the human gods. Besides, this is a place where the Demon God can’t even interfere properly.”

Silnia ignored the statement that she was forbidden by the human gods.
Because the god who fixes his son’s leg is more important than the invisible god right in front of him.

She focused instead on the story Marina had behind her.

“What do you mean? The fact that the Demon God can’t interfere properly here.”

Marina made a puzzled expression.
Perhaps she said it by mistake.

“Nothing. I am only saying this because the energy of the demon is weak here. I can understand that because I am a priest who handles actual divine power.”

Hasn’t Marina lost the ability to use her divine powers?
Silnia opened her mouth, wondering if it was still possible to detect her divine power.

“What? So, even if you pray here, the demons won’t hear you properly?”

“It roughly means that. The details require too much theological explanation…”

“Okay!”

Silnia waved her hand.

“Then I’ll just make this a place I use occasionally when I feel like it.”

“Sylnia!”

Marina put her basket and her child down on a nearby chair.
Leni also left it beside the chair, and she spoke out in protest.

“If you keep doing this, I will inform Hernan.”

At those words, Silnia instinctively felt shrinking.
But right away she felt a rage.

Displeased with the saintess’ mention of Hernán, she pointed her finger roughly.

“Hey! What are you doing these days?”

“Are you talking to me now?”

“Okay! These days, you are very thick!”

Once lit, Silnia began to speak without hesitation.

“Do you think you have the right to say things to me when you go up in rank?”

“You are very talkative. When did I?”

Silnia ignored her Marina and pointed her finger at her.

“Besides, you keep telling Hernan that you…”

Silnia blushed as she looked at Marina’s breasts in stark contrast to hers.

“Aren’t you rubbing your ass as you push your chest! From other women’s point of view, it’s fucking thick!”

Marina just looked at Silnia’s son with a slight frown.
Silnia too, when she realized that she had cursed in front of her child, she stuttered her words again.

“Uh, anyway, I don’t like everything you’ve been doing lately!”

Marina still opened her mouth quietly with her eyes closed.

“Didn’t everyone do the same?”

“What?”

“Forty and you. And the demon king too.”

Marina came close to Silnia’s nose.
Silnia wondered how her saint could put so much pressure on her. She was amazed and listened to her words.

“Didn’t everyone actively lean in because they wanted something from Hernan? Why can’t I?”

“Me, not me! Never with a purpose…”

Marina’s words continued as Silnia blushed with anger and insult.

“Then did you fall in love with Hernan? Who wants to go back to the forest like that? You know better than anyone that living in a human and elven forest is impossible.”

Her words seemed to say that neither Hernan nor her son with human blood would go to the forest with her.

And that was very close to the truth.
Words that touch the cruel reality that puts Silnia in her troubles every night.

“This…”

It was getting harder and harder to listen to Marina.
But at the same time, feeling Pum’s son shivering in a bloody atmosphere, it was difficult for her to push harder.

“At this point, pick flowers and go wash clothes. Do not interfere in the religious life of others. It’s none of your business now.”

Silnia meant she didn’t want to mix things up any more, she said.
But Marina was rather startled by her words.

“You don’t even consider yourself a priest anymore? You’re just talking to her maid.”

Marina, who was dedicated to religious activities within her party, has largely lost that role here.

Instead, she is absorbed in her housework, which she has built up along with her religious life.

“Are you offended to hear this from a woman of a lower class?”

Normally, I would have stopped talking at this point.
However, Silnia, who couldn’t let go of her anger, let out her words.

“And you’re not a saint, now.”

The expression quickly disappeared from Marina’s face.
It was only then that Silnia realized that she had gone too far.

“Ah… What I just said is…”

Of course, Silnia, who had tended to solve problems with her fists rather than words in her life, couldn’t find the right words for her.

Marina looked at Silnia and then strode towards the altar.

And she just turned it upside down.

“Do not worship the drinker here! No, I hope you don’t worship at all. I’ll tell Ernán about what’s going on…”

I couldn’t hear Marina’s words.
I can only see the sight in front of her eyes.

Branches and fruits fluttering in the air.
These are all things that Sylnia diligently collected.

The elf saw it and felt the heat run through his head again.

“Fuck bitch!”