Chapter 430 – Undine, the Water Spirit

Winia shrieked and chanted the spell.

ㅡ Elemental Commander.

Only real serial killers and madmen can be part of the profession of elementalists.

The young spirits only look for opportunities to kill people.

It is the same with the Elemental Commander.

Good and evil are ambiguous, and because he is a primitive criminal who has no objection to murder, he can play with the spirits.

In the first place, there is no way that those who acted as murder monsters had normal sensibilities.

Because empathizing with and having emotional exchanges with those who have infinite malice towards mankind is something normal humans can never do.

The main concern of the spirits is the protection of the environment and nature. And the collapse of civilization and the death of humans. It is clear that the elemental sage also has similar interests.

To put it simply, it is no different from the imperialists who exploited black people in the sugar cane fields. He treats other people’s lives like garbage only for his own gain and ideas of his. The murder that occurs in the process is so natural that he does not even feel guilty.

In the end, the Spiritual Commander is both Hitler and Stalin. And they are vicious criminals comparable to Hideki Tojo.

Possibly bastards like Leopold II, who perpetrated the Congo massacre, or Pol Pot, the main culprit of the Cambodian killing fields, belong to the Elementalists, these slaughter-crazy monsters!!!

“Keeeee!!!!!!!”

It was only natural that such thoughts raged like a hurricane, and the moment they hit my brain, I screamed.

ㅡPapapapat!

I was already sprinting with my sword pointed.

In the rear, Winia and Cloudy are assisting in the battle. A battle that cannot be lost. The fighting spirit of a pacifist and the radical ideas of fusion Confucianism amplify my courage and raise my mana!

“You imperialist bastard!!!!!!”

In my rage, I saw a nude woman with impressive brown skin appearing behind him. Winia saw that and called it an intermediate spirit.

That being said, that she would probably be a mid-level earth spirit.

This wet bitch also looked like she was bewitching men.

What a harmful body!

“Matellis!”

The earth spirit shouted in a high-pitched voice.

Martellis?

That was probably the name of the elemental sage. Now, none of that matters. Beware of upcoming attacks and other spirits.

I won’t stop breathing at once with a mounting cut.

“Tower, put up a barrier.”

ㅡRumble!

It was then.

A barrier made of earth was created in front of them with a roar of turning the ground. It’s pretty fast. As a result, their appearance was covered.

“Chuck! Cloudy! Look out for the others! And Winia, fire over the barriers quickly!”

The girls who responded to those words moved as requested.

There would be no problem if Cloudy was entrusted with other spirits.

“Come out, Elementalist!”

Right now, there is a barrier in the shape of Digut around the Elemental Temple, so you can’t recklessly enter. Because there must be a lot of murder magic prepared in the back.

Enemies in cover are difficult to deal with.

Even more so if you can use magic.

ㅡ Hwareuk!

Above the barrier, Winia shot a fireball, but a fierce wind soon blew it out.

ㅡWheeying!

It would be safe to say that this was the work of the spirit of the wind. Looking at it, it seemed that the small yellow-green spirits flying above were the Sylphies.

Of course, you can’t give up attacking just because you have a barrier.

“Come out, bastard!! If the fuck doesn’t come out, I’ll attack!”

If you’re doing a chant, after shouting out loud to cut your concentration, immediately run to the side and move to the back of the barrier, so you can hear the spiritist’s voice.

“…Wait. I don’t want to fight.”
“What, you bastard?”

It was a very unexpected remark.

“You don’t want to fight?”
“I just want them back.”
“So what kind of bullshit is that?”

As the Elementalist said that, the upper part of the barrier collapsed, revealing their figures. Disarming the barrier on their own is a gesture that they really don’t want to fight.

Asking for a conversation even though I played first?

You bastard… Are you sure you’re not an imperialist?

No, that’s not going to happen.

Even though I have never seen Elementalists, I know very well that they are serial killers.

There is zero chance that the people who accompany murder-crazed spirits are normal.

Humans are everywhere. If the elemental lord moves with the elemental spirit, he will encounter a human someday, and that will soon lead to murder. This is just such a situation.

That’s why the question arises.

Don’t you want to fight?

Are we going to go slaughter the villagers, ignoring us, who look a bit strong? Those called spirits probably aren’t that good. If it’s a human, it’s because it’s a mob that wants to kill everyone.

Anyway, I had a little doubt, so I decided to answer the conversation.

“Who are they?”

It would be easier to deal with in the future if I could find out about the elemental spirits with certainty this time. And well, he didn’t show any hostility towards us.

If you ask for a conversation, I’m willing to do it.

Aren’t you still putting up barriers?

“They killed you.”

The spirit sage replied.

The earth spirit standing behind him also remains still with his eyes closed. Are you in control? This is really strange. The real Elementalists are the ones I am.

Controlling monsters is literally surprising.

“They we killed.”

We killed nothing today except a group of gnolls and two spirits. I pretended not to know just now, but it seems like you already know everything, so let’s answer.

“Are you talking about Undine? Silidra?”
“Right.”
“But it’s already been killed, so what do you get back? The dead don’t come back. Just like the villagers killed by Undine.”

The dead can never come back.

Even though there is an undead, it is not a monkey’s hand, and it cannot be regarded as having returned. Ghost or ghost. The same goes for demons. They are already dead

Even in this world, reviving a lion is impossible.

“Three. Three villagers died… So what do you want back?”

I can’t understand what you’re asking for back.

To a spirit sage with bizarre sensibilities, is the spirit’s life accepted as something that can be retrieved even after death? When I asked, he answered in a dark voice.

“…There must be some jewelry they left behind. I want you to return it.”

Jewel?

No, when I asked what the fuck it was, it seemed like he was asking for a 5-silver core.

이런 개새끼 같으니라고.

“I can’t do it because it’s expensive. Since there are two of them, I’ll give them back for 20 silver.”

Of course, if you give me money, I’m willing to give it back.

Because money buys and sells life.

“…No money. And it’s not yours.”
“If you don’t have money, it’s not yours, you asshole.”

I don’t know what kind of confidence this kid is asking for.

“I killed it, so it’s mine.”
“…You have no right to do that. Neither the right to kill them nor the right to take their souls.”
“There’s no one, you bastard. If you kill people, you have to kill them.”
“They just killed people to fill their stomachs. If that’s a mistake, it means that all humans are living their lives committing sins.”

However, the only thing that was certain was that the elemental sage was a psychopath. He said that while staring into space with eyes like he was intoxicated with drugs.

“What bullshit is this? Can I kill people to fill my stomach?”
“Even a spirit will die if it doesn’t fill its stomach. You have to eat to live.”
“Then I’ll just die.”

The only good spirits are spirits that have died and become nuclei. If the spirits died because they couldn’t fill their stomachs, they would just die.

After answering that, he sighed in pity and closed his eyes.

“You guys are the same… You don’t try to understand the spirits. That’s why you fight and enmity with each other forever. Peace is not far away…”

I don’t know what bullshit this is.

Was he not drunk on drugs, but drunk on his thoughts?

“No, you understand, and you’re in a different position than the species. What kind of understanding do you bring up? It’s not me who can’t understand, it seems like your offspring? First of all, let’s understand that spirits and humans are different.”

Well, don’t you get tired of saying the fuck?

Fighting and antagonizing each other, and saying that peace is not far away, and in the end, what they are claiming now is bullshit that it doesn’t matter that Undines were hungry and ate people.

I can’t understand it at all, but this strange idea seems to have been completed as a fairly plausible logic in the head of that bastard elementalist.

Also not normal

Because their thinking is so different from that of normal people, they are able to communicate with the spirits. Certainly, there is nothing other than spirits and spiritists to think of as such.

“People also clear the land and kill livestock in order to live. If you can understand that, then you can also understand the spirits eating people…”
“Then you can be eaten.”

I seemed to know just what I wanted to say.

The Spirit Spirit was a suicide attempter.

According to him, you just have to become food for the spirits yourself.

“…That’s not what I meant.”
“No, what’s wrong, bastard. No, that’s fucking ridiculous. You can just throw your body to eat.”
“I’ve decided to serve for the reconciliation of humans and spirits. If you give me my body, it’s a complete turnaround.”

Well, yes I guess so too.

It’s not a nice word… But let’s say it roughly.

It’s easy to say good things. Because all you have to do is talk Even if you force others to keep good words, you don’t keep yourself. That is the nature of the human race.

After all, even though he is an elemental sage, he speaks like that because he is fundamentally human.

“So you don’t want to be left behind, so please let the weak die instead, isn’t that the story?”
“…I can give my body. But if I die, that’s it. There will be no one to talk to for reconciliation anymore.”
“You said it well. Yes, when you die, that’s it. But everyone besides you is like that. When you die, it’s over.”

When I answered, he frowned and closed his mouth.

Of course, he wouldn’t want to die.

“…”

I couldn’t understand it, but it was a useful time to properly understand what a Spiritualist is. Although he had shown no hostility and had asked for a conversation, I felt that this should never be allowed to live.

He was not standing in the position of a human, but standing purely in the position of the monsters and representing them. So, of course, it is incomprehensible.

Just as there is no truth in the world, understanding is impossible if the race and living environment are different. Just like fish and pigs are different.

To argue for equality, if a pig lives in water, it will drown. If the fish come up to the ground to discuss equality, they die.

Differences clearly exist in reality, and therefore cannot be reconciled. Even a compromise is impossible if life and death were at stake there.

That’s the story

“So. What did your spiritist friend come here for? To find Undine?”
“…That’s right. I came to find her because I felt her undine. Even though you killed her.”
“What are you going to do after finding Undine?”
“I was going to take you. If you stay here, you’ll only get killed by humans.”

In other words, did he come to clear the monsters from the village?

Thoughts were impure, but actions were correct.

Okay. He knew it because he was also an Elementalist.

Any monsters that appear near the village and cause damage will die. This is because the system of the human world will never let such beings live. So if you say you came to clean it up, you can tell that you did a good job.

Of course, I would just go somewhere else and kill him.

Taking him here doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to kill somewhere else.

“It actually happened … And she lost her life. Along with the Silydra I sent.”
“I killed people, so of course I have to kill them. Well, don’t be too heartbroken.”

You will soon be