I am Rene "Rosy" Luvia Ciel-Teira, First Princess and Acting King of the Exiled Kingdom of Ciel-Teira.
　I ask this question of all the elves who live in the Great Forest of Goosenfall.

　Her voice echoed through the moonlit night, shaking the trees of the Great Forest.
　His name is now known to all the elves of the forest.

Are you not frustrated?　Do you not feel anger and resentment?
　Don't you hate the empire that is trying to take everything away from you?

　The girl's voice appealed earnestly. What bled through was not doubt, but frustration and regret.
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　There were those throughout the forest who clenched their fists in frustration.
　There were children whose parents were taken from them. There were parents who were robbed of their children.
　There were wives whose husbands were taken from them. Husbands deprived of their wives.
　Lost neighbors. A friend lost. A lover lost.

"Scream. Cry out. I will hear your voice.
　Take up your bow and follow me. Your arrows will pierce the heavens.

　At some point, the girl's voice took on the sternness of a ruler and the fervor of a change agent.
　Even if her words were only a vicious incitement, she was on the side of the elves at that moment.

'If you wish to sit and wait for death, fine. Those who do not, rise.
　Now is the time for revenge. Time to make arrogance and tyranny pay in blood.

　She will only show the way to those trapped in the impasse of fate.
　It's not a helping hand. But even so, we can avoid the end of dying helplessly and ineffectually angry.

"......An evil hammer to the world that has abandoned us!

　There was no shortage of people who raised their fists and shouted.

　I'm sorry.

　A white, glittering beast-bone sword surrounded Rielamires.

　He had sinister dark green hair and suspicious golden eyes.
　The black leather armor he wore over his brown skin boldly exposed the braided structure of his body and the upper half of his chest.
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I'm sure you'll be able to understand why.
Why would anyone want to ...... be a dark elf?
To protect.

　The warriors who had once been her men surrounded Rielamires.
　Impossibly and hopelessly, they greeted Rielamires, who had returned as a dark elf.
　Wary, bewildered, hostile, but also incredulous and unwilling to believe were the expressions on their faces.

"This forest. To protect everyone. We had to do this to protect ......
　We had no choice but to do this: ......
But!

　Rielamirez grabbed the beast-bone sword that was pointed at him.
　The blade only trembled. A streak of red blood trickled down Rielamires' hand and dripped from his elbow.

"Listen.
　You must know what has happened.
　Maybe we were following something crazy, thinking it was the will of our fathers. ......

　Lierramirez says, feeling his own lips heavy.

　I wasn't afraid of a sword being pointed at me.
　He was afraid of something much scarier ...... because he already knew the fear of having his beliefs shaken to the core.

　I'm not sure.

　A cauldron, as tall as a man, lay boiling in the forest square.

　The cauldron was placed on a flat stone. The cauldron was placed on a flat stone on which magic stones were laid out, and the stones, on which magic circles were drawn, were emitting heat themselves.
　The cauldron was placed on a flat stone, lined with magic stones and decorated with a magic circle.

　Stirring the cauldron with a huge wooden spoon is a witch worthy of the cauldron.
　Wearing a wide-brimmed triangular hat, the witch was almost in her underwear, but an apron covered with colorful organic stains concealed her ample body.

　A girl with long, honey-colored hair tied up in two knots and held together by a triangular hood is peering curiously into the cauldron. The girl's hair is tied in two honey-colored knots and tied up in a triangular hood. ...... At least in appearance, she is a girl.
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　There is some kind of deceptive magic at work, and the moment you take your eyes off the two of them, their images become blurred in your memory.
　However, it was clear that the two of them were extremely different in this situation.

"Is this really going to be a dish?
"It is, isn't it?

　What Everis took out of his bag and showed Tracy was a palm-sized object that looked like a baked good. He threw it into the cauldron and stirred it to melt it.

"Freeze-drying" is a technology from another world.
　If you freeze cooked soup and remove the water in a vacuum, you can make it solid like this.


　If you throw it into boiling water, it will return to its original state without magic.
　The problem is that if you don't take care to preserve it, it'll turn sour and go bad soon, but if you're going to stick it in subspace, it's not a problem.

　The bag that Everis is carrying is, of course, a magic item for storage, and it is capable of storing an unimaginable amount of stuff in subspace.
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I'm glad the food I bought during the Marquis of Edfelt invasion came in handy.
I thought all the skeletons were running the kitchen before we left. ......

　Tracy was not sure whether to be impressed or dismayed.

　Everis had met several reincarnations from Earth in the past.
　Not many of them had conveniently advanced technology, but Everis had been able to formulate some of the technology he had heard about, based on his own scientific knowledge and a flash of inspiration.
　Freeze Drying" is one of them. He had been working on the theory, but when he was in a situation where he could use a lot of magic power and food for experiments, he tried it out.

　Without meaning to, a group of kappo skeletons wearing aprons set up a folding table and laid out the bowls.
　Taking a bowl from one of them, Everis scooped up a giant wooden spoon and poured the soup into it.

"So. Do you guys want some of this?

　A silence fell.

　This was one of the many residential areas in the forest.
　It is one of several residential areas in the forest, lined with dwellings made of intertwined living ivy and bent trees.
　Located on the southwest side of the forest, elves who had lost their homes due to the invasion of the empire had fled to this place, and the number of elves was clearly greater than the number of houses.

　The elves were watching from afar as a group of disturbed people suddenly appeared and started cooking.
　Some of them had bows in their hands, but they didn't seem to have the courage to shoot them. Some of them had bows, but they didn't seem to have the courage to shoot.
　The elves, who seemed to have been simply observing the scene with trepidation, were either stunned or alarmed, but in any case they did not respond to Everith's call.

　Everis was a bit pissed off and stirred the cauldron as if to take it out on them.

You're so boring. The smell is getting more and more delicious.
"Hey, if you guys aren't going to eat it, can I have it first?
"Sure, go ahead.

　When Tracy received the bowl, she first smelled it and then put her lips on it, like a bud in early spring.
　Then she took a sip.

"Delicious!
　What's going on here, it's just like regular soup!

　What's going on here? It's just like regular soup!" Tracy was overly surprised and delighted as she spooned the next bite into her mouth.

Tracy was overjoyed and took the next sip. I think the herbs add a bit of flavor and spiciness.
I'm not sure if you'll be able to eat it if it's too strong, so I've given you an herb-based version that the elves will be familiar with.
　...... Oh, and let's add some legumes. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what you need.

　Everis took out a scent bag and turned it over on the cauldron, and freeze-dried beans poured out of it like a waterfall.
　As the cauldron is stirred, the beans soak up the liquid.

No, no, no, no, no, no!
Watch out!

　A wizened Elven boy was wandering towards the cauldron.

　Some of the Elves watching him shouted to stop him.
　But there was no sign of the Elf who seemed to be his kin.
　The boy looked back hesitantly several times, but did not stop until the end.

"Well, well, well. 20 years from now, my boy. This meal is for humanitarian aid, so feel free to eat it.

　Everith smiled and offered the boy a bowl of steaming soup, as he came within arm's reach.