Chapter 209 – Chapter 202 – Family Planning Is Made With the Future in Mind (3)

Marina pulled her chair toward the blackboard and handed Silnia her handkerchief.

“Isn’t the sacred tree the power of the forest god?”

Silnia said yes, wiping her hands sticky with yew berries.

“Then, of course, the divine tree will grow only with the help of the forest god, but with what confidence do you say that the sacred tree will grow just by planting it?”

Marina turned her head to Hernán and added her words with a look that said she didn’t.

“Since Silnia is not the ambassador of the forest god, it must be difficult for her to expect favor from the god, right?”

It is a body that has already been burned and kicked out.
If you bought the wrath of the forest god, you bought it, but you won’t be favored.

However, Hernán asked a question insinuatingly, thinking that Silnia herself would know the most about it.

“Come to think of it, didn’t Silnia say she was from an elven priest family?”

“That’s right!”

When Silnia proudly pricked her ear, questions came out from here and there.

“You? The elven priests I saw at the court were all lofty yet docile.”

“Well, then you would have been well educated, but are you still not good at reading human characters?”

“Noisy! And I’ve already said many times that I’m from a family of elven priests, so why is everyone reacting like they’re hearing it for the first time!”

Silnia’s proud face quickly collapsed.

“Yeah, I’ve heard it many times, but it honestly seemed like a bluff. If it wasn’t for the words that came out of Hernan’s mouth today, no one would have taken it seriously.”

Silnia gritted her teeth and shuddered at her.
She then turned her eyes to the sharpie, the only one who was quiet.

The dreamer, who had been quiet because she angered her sylnia earlier, laughed heehee only after receiving those eyes.

“Why am I looking at this body?”

“You didn’t believe me either? You heard it too.”

“… If this body is the queen’s word, I will support it unconditionally!”

Hernan laughed and brought up a question that had been cut off to stop the atmosphere that was about to become an arena of elves public shame.

“Anyway, Sylnia. Since you’re from a family of priests, you probably know more about the divine tree and the god of the forest than other people, right?”

“That’s what I meant!”

With the help of her beloved husband, the elf became her tear-stained eyes.

“Unlike my father, he has never received formal priestly education, but at least he knows about the Sacred Tree.”

Silnia went back to the blackboard and she drew a large tree in the great wilderness.

“The sacred tree does not have great power in itself. It is the medium through which the power of God descends upon the land.”

She described Silnia drawing a white lump on top of a tree, and what seemed to be pouring from there toward the tree.

“So they deliberately planted trees that would never grow in the climate of the land they were settling on. A tree that can only survive with the power of God.”

“I understand.”

Saint Marina, an expert on God more than anyone else, tried to cross her arms.

“Sylnia, so even if you plant a divine tree in the great wilderness, you can make a forest with the power of a god… Ok.”

But because of her breasts, which got a little bigger with each pregnancy, she gave up her arms.

“… Are you trying to survive in the forest where the power of the gods is enshrined? Just as you elves, despite having a small population and power, are not pushed back by humans through the advantage of living in the forest.”

“It’s exactly the same as my intention!”

Silnia nodded her head in satisfaction as she glanced at Marina’s chest.
However, Silnia’s suggestion was enough to raise objections even if you weren’t a saintess who was an expert.

“You are not a priest. This is not the territory of elves.”

Karine repeated her point exactly what Marina did to her.

“How did you draw the power of the forest god to make a sacred tree? Pray while starving in the wilderness? Moreover, the hatred of our human gods is alive!”

“For a moment.”

Hernán felt that the atmosphere was a bit overheated and raised his hand to stop people from speaking.

“It’s good to have a hard conversation, but let’s listen to Silnia first. Sylnia knows that much too.”

When I turned to Silnia with her face asking if it wasn’t so, she nodded her head eagerly.

“I know. It’s hard for me to wish favors to the forest god. It would be impossible to ask other elves to open up a new elven settlement here.”

Silnia’s expression became depressed, but she immediately brushed off her depression and went on with her words.

“I will ask another god.”

“No way.”

Sharpie’s giggling was heard, but no one heard it as everyone was focused on Silnia.

“Drank. Whether we like it or not, is there anything else we can hold on to other than drinking?”

* * *

Silnia’s argument was simple and clear.

[First, a divine tree is a tree that has received the power of God.

Second, the demon god is a god no different from the human god.
This can be proven by the demon using divine power.

Third, if the demon god infuses power into the trees planted in the great wilderness, the place becomes a forest.]

She snickered and twitched her ears as she looked at Silnia’s wry words with her bewildered face.

“Everyone follow my instructions in the new forest. I am an expert in the forest.”

Except for Silnia, everyone else exchanged glances in silence.
And, as is the case in most cases like this, Hernán was the villain to be objected to.

“Sylnia.”

“Ah, how about the name of the forest called El after your nickname? You are a new blood relative.”

“Isn’t the forest the realm of the forest god?”

“Huh. However?”

Silnia looked at Hernán as if there was something wrong.

“The devil is not the god of the forest. Then, isn’t it impossible to become a divine tree even if you pour in the power of a god?”

“…”

As if not thinking deeply, Silnia was startled by Hernán’s words.
But as if she had found her words to follow, she opened her mouth again.

“What are you talking about? If that’s the case, what did the devil do to fix my son’s leg? Even though she is not a goddess of mercy, she did a good job.”

“I never hurt my leg!”

Exclaimed Ethan, looking at her self, with a look similar to her talking mother’s.
Silnia smiled and looked at Hernan.

“So you can make a wish.”

For a moment, I thought it was really like that.
Besides, Silnia was the one who said that since she is from a family of priests, she would know more about sacred trees than anyone else.

As for Hernan, he ran into difficulties in refuting Silnia’s words.

“Because therapy is a fairly broad concept, Silnia.”

Finally, Marina opened her mouth again.

“When a person is sick, the first thing everyone prays to is the god they believe in. Although the Goddess of Mercy is the most capable of healing, other gods can also exercise the power of healing.”

The saintess calmly explained, watching Silnia pouting her lips.

“But still, the most curative god is the goddess of mercy. It is his area of ​​responsibility. Creating divine trees and creating forests are also the core powers of the forest god, right?”

“Okay.”

“Other gods might even make a tree or a piece of grass grow quickly. But a forest that grows in the desert?”

Marina’s words were clearly coherent and persuasive.

“Whoever thinks that would be possible only by asking the forest god, right?”

Silnia was messing with her protruding hair beside her.

Hernán slowly noticed that Silnia was running out of things to say.

Frankly, it was a very interesting and impressive proposal.
But whether it was possible was another matter.

“Is there any guarantee that the demon will grant the wish to create a forest?”

The words pointing out that came from another woman.

“Even if the Demon God is possible, he will accept it. If you don’t have an idea, it’s meaningless, right?”

Along with Silnia, who had changed to her curt face, others saw Potty speaking her out.

“I, my thoughts are different from Silnia!”

Unlike Silnia, she rushed to the blackboard without any shame.
Her potty children tried to follow her to her blackboard, but Ella waggled her tail to stop them.

“If… Even if we can live here, we have to go to the land of demons!”

“Why?”

Silnia took a step back from her board and casually crossed her arms.

“It’s for the kids!”

Potty raised her heel and pointed to the right side of her board.

“Raising kids in a wasteland like this? I am not good at all!”

“Hey! It will be fine if the forest grows.”

“That’s possible under the premise that the demon grants that cow’s wish. And if the wish to create trees and forests is possible, other wishes will be possible too!”

Potty drew a crown on the horns drawn near the land of demons with poor drawing skills.

“Ah of the devil, you can live in the land of demons under the guarantee of safety. We also have a Demon Lord!”

Ella, who was in the arms of the demon king, trembled in shock.
The dreamer hugged her daughter with her soft smile.

“If the sha and shapi return together with the demon who also wields divine power, the children will be safe, right?”

Potty, who looked the most energetic of all these days, suddenly looked at Hernán.

“That, and… And…”

Potty was about to say something, but swallowed.
Hernán had the impression that Poti was picking his horses.

After coming down from the queen, he still had at least some notice, so he seemed to be careful with his words.

“Anyway, we all wished to become demons…”

Hernán pondered whether he should just cancel the thought he had.
Because the devil said he had no intention of taking responsibility for the souls of the demons.

But Potty doesn’t know that.
Her suggestion was not unreasonable, as the other women only showed little signs of physiological discomfort and did not show any dislike.

“I am against it.”

And Marina, who knew that the Demon God was indifferent to the spirits of the demons like Hernan, immediately rebelled.

“I’d rather ask for forgiveness from the Goddess of Mercy that I serve or the other gods of humanity, to go into the household of demons.”

The saintess tried to minimize her displeasure as much as possible and tried to hide her expression from her children.

“Also, since the time of Sharpie, demons have been said to have elected their leaders peacefully, but for the past thousands of years, struggle has been their life.”

“This body remembers those days too.”

Sharpie raised a corner of her mouth and smiled, and Potty looked at her with her teary face.
It was her face that asked why she said anything against her.

“If there are many long-lived demons like Sharpie, the chances of getting caught in danger are high. Even a demon can reverse a promise saying that he has changed his mind.”

“So, are you going to go to the place where the human gods are? Did you forget the recent attack by the giant wolf god?”

“For a moment. Everyone is getting a fever again.”

Hernán took Potty’s hand, who was standing in front of the blackboard, and sat him next to him.

“If aggressive words are exchanged like this, will it come to a conclusion?”

With the intention of calming the women down, the prepared tea was freshly poured in front of them.

“Take a break and then continue talking.”

The women looked at each other with suppressed eyes, but did not object to Hernán’s words.

It was a time when all I could hear was the sipping of tea and the giggling of the children.

The demon king’s voice came from the right side of Hernan, who was reviewing the women’s proposals in his head.

“What about Karine?”

“Me?”

Carine was sharing sweets with her twin when she looked at her Sharpie with a surprised look.

“Huh. Karine, where do you want to go? Will she return to the kingdom and challenge the succession to the throne again?”

Following Sharpie’s question, the eyes of the women and Hernan turned to Carine.
Carine averted her eyes as if it were burdensome.

“I am… There is no point in going back.”

There is also a suspicion that he used brainwashing magic, and he has been outside the kingdom for too long.
Since he has two illegitimate children, it is difficult to succeed even if he is lucky enough to return to politics.

Rather, it would be fortunate if he was executed or not.

“Of course I miss the capital sometimes.”

Carine looked at the pieces of the capital building strewn across the table.
She then turned her blue eyes and looked at Hernán.

“It just needs to be where L is. No matter where it is.”

Sharpie smiled happily and drank her tea.
She handed her tea and snacks to Ella and wiped her lips.

“Does everyone want to go to a place that is advantageous to them?”

The sound of drinking tea suddenly stopped.

“Hernan will never be separated from his family. Then maybe we’ll stay together.”

The women didn’t look at each other.
They were just holding their own children while watching Hernán.

“This is where we are now, not the place we prepared for. Isn’t it a place where you can’t make things that are advantageous to you in advance?”

To be precise, what Sharpie said was wrong.
This prison-like nest is a great advantage for Sharpie, a dreamer and demon lord.

Hernan looked at the sharpie, feeling her head grow cold.
She had lovely eyes in contrast to her chilled aura.

“But going out is different. Where and how we go out will have a profound impact on our life together, right?”

“Hey, what I said with such complicated thoughts…”

Silnia tried to retort, but the sharpie cut her off quickly.
Even if she didn’t know her body, her proficiency in speech far surpassed that of the Sharpie.

“It’s instinctive, isn’t it? Otherwise, would our queen have made such an unusual, ingenious, thoroughly favorable proposal?”

Silnia, with her sullen face, seemed to want to say something.
But when she met her eyes with Shafikara, she subtly looked away and closed her mouth.

Hernán felt her familiarity in Sharpie’s appearance at this moment.

Right after the old Forti fell, there was a time when they ran amok to restore their original position.
At that time, Sharpie had pressured Potty, revealing her intimidation.

It was a look that made even Hernan, who secretly watched the scene, realize that Sharpie hadn’t fooled the king of the demons, and that look was still flowing out.

“Forty, nothing to say. It must have already become clear that you are a demon, so of course you want to go to the land of demons.”

Potty’s legs trembled and glanced at Sharpie and Hernán.

“The same goes for our saintess. You don’t have any sharp points, but you’re just opposing other people’s opinions? Even if you go outside here, you don’t have the ability to create an environment that will help you, so you instinctively oppose it.”

“Demon Lord, you…”

The warrior party continued to listen to the devil’s words as if possessed, without even thinking about resolving the serious atmosphere.

“L.”

Hernan felt her heart sting.

“L?”

The Demon King does not consciously use Hernan’s nickname in front of other women.

So, is this some kind of provocation?

“Why, Sharpie.”

“Who do you want to give power to?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. It’s a situation where it’s a question whether we’ll be fine after we leave now.”

“Who do you want to give the most love to?”

At the conversation that didn’t follow, Hernán looked directly at Sharpie.

“If you leave here, the ranks created by the Demon God will be over. You don’t have to do this until after you escape.”

Hernán declared as if he were talking to everyone, not just one sharpie.

“So let’s not fight here anymore. Just think about getting out safely.”

“Huh?”

Shafikara, a seductive smile hung on the dreamer’s lips.

“Looks like you still have a chance.”

The sharpie’s tail crept over her table.
Her long tail reached in front of a woman across a large crack in the table.

“Carine.”

The silver-haired, blue-eyed woman looked at the black-haired, red-eyed woman.

“What the hell…”

“L just said that. I will not go to a place that is advantageous to a particular woman.”

He didn’t say anything like that.
She just said something that could be interpreted that way.

When Hernán was about to point it out, Shafi spoke in a languid yet confident voice.

“It’s time for our warrior to go up again.”

The demon king smiled at the hero.
The hero was silent and only his blue eyes moved.

And the man gritted his teeth.