Chapter 143.1
Journey
The Sarth Continent also had its four seasons. Even though spring was over and summer was approaching, a short spring had just finally arrived in the northern Confederation of the States of Meirs, while in the southern Kingdom of Cleydale, even the Barony of Seires in the north was becoming hot.
Deep in the forest of such a land, a woman in a simple robe for everyday use was picking up vegetables and medicinal herbs from her garden and placing them in a basket, standing up and raising her arms to stretch her hunched and stiff body.
“Nn??”
As she stretched out her body, her silver hair drifted and sparkled in the sunlight, and her complexion, which still looked to be around thirty, glowed as glossy and black as obsidian.
Dark Dark Elf. A race that was said to inhabit the deep western reaches of this Sarth Continent, they had long lifespans like the forest elves, and were of well-developed appearance.
Although they were few, they were said to have existed on this continent long before the indigenous humans, the Cruzians, and they had a small exchange with the people of them and other tribes. However, a thousand years ago, the “Holy Church” of the Mercenians, who had immigrated to the region a thousand years ago, demonized the Dark Elf as the messenger of an evil god to avoid war with the Cruzians, and they were persecuted by all races.
However, after a thousand years, their reasons for fighting have changed. At that time, they were fighting all races as enemies to settle their grudge, but now their hostility was directed more towards the Holy Church than towards the humans, and in order to reduce the power of the Holy Church, they often started wars with the human nations in an attempt to break down their framework within human nations.
Celeshura, an Evil Race woman who was called a “war demon” and feared not only by the humans but also by the Evil Race during those wars, grew tired of a life that knew nothing but fighting, faked her own death, left the Evil Race army, and went into hiding in this land.
When Celeshura returned from the garden, she ate a meal of freshly picked vegetables and leftover stew, and made potions to give to the peddler, one of the few people she knew.
Such was life as usual, but lately, there were more and more other things to do. As night fell, and she decided that she would not be using much more of her magic today, Celeshura began a new daily routine of “experiments”.
“–[Iron Rose]–“