Obsession of the Neglected 6-Star Heroes-Chapter 38

“Look at that, if you pay attention, out of all of us, she’s the biggest freak~”

Yohō whispered, sticking close to the Golden Dragon. She tilted her head back and murmured something.

“Right?”

It was as though she was casually mocking someone right in front of them. She started spitting insults with her mouth full, the bags of words overflowing.

Without a word, the Golden Dragon nodded.

Taking it a step further, Yohō grabbed the Golden Dragon’s hand and stepped back a little. She used her long sleeves to cover Rivera’s two slit eyes.

It looked just like a mother telling her daughter, "Ugh, don't associate with someone like that. You'll end up a fool, you understand?"

Of course, it wasn't the normal way parents would discipline. But considering the average member of that strange, green nation, this might actually be considered fairly average.

“Yeah, I understand, Mom.”

With one more scoop of added spice, the Golden Dragon let out a low, rancid tone. They had often fought like enemies, but at times like these, there were no better best friends.

As a sudden streak of slander rushed toward her, the elf furrowed her brows slightly. The mint-colored eyebrows twitched, alternating between the sky above and the ground below.

Heh heh heh.

Yohō giggled while the Golden Dragon slightly lifted one corner of her mouth.

In that moment, they were so shamelessly enjoying themselves that they grabbed another spoonful to indulge.

The elf, who had been frowning, finally sighed.

Ha...

Letting out a short breath, she immediately scanned the floor with a cold, indifferent gaze.

She stood up from her seat, closed the door, and left.

The two women, who had been wrapped in each other’s arms, absorbed in their little role-play, blinked as they stared at the place where the elf had just been.

“What was that? She’s acting strange.”

“Maybe she just lost her words and bolted?”

Despite winning, it didn't feel like they had won. And though they couldn’t say they had lost, there was an unsettling, 1% feeling of incompleteness that hung in the air between them.

***

On the other hand, the elf, who had left the room, lowered her head and let out another deep sigh.

Ha...

The elf, having judged that there was no chance of winning in this big fight, was the first to back down.

“Tch, it’s just a loss for me if I get involved.”

This could be called a strategic retreat for the sake of a greater advance.

It may seem odd to make such an analogy over a fight between them…

Opening the thick door, Elena steps out of the inn.

Screech—

The fresh wind and the sunlight greet her.

The light was so bright that it almost made her squint, yet the elf merely looked up at the sky with an even gaze.

She no longer had the strength to worry about the two troublemakers. On the other hand, there was a much more pressing issue she had to prioritize.

"Now then."

The elf’s protective barrier slowly tightens around her.

"How should I kill those bastards who are making things difficult for my master?"

She softly asked the tiny spirit creatures in her palm.

Kyu?

The red, blue, yellow, and green spirit creatures squirmed.

It seemed like they were trying to express something, or perhaps they were struggling to escape the elf’s grasp.

Regardless, as her face neared in a half-circle motion, the spirits had no choice but to respond.

Squirm, squirm~

The green spirit jumped up and leapt from Elena’s hand.

The tiny spirit, flying into the air, met her gaze.

The little green spirit, now closely held in Elena's gaze, wobbled and extended a hand the size of an ant towards her.

“Hm?”

Her eyes narrowed as she closed the gap between them.

The faint hand formed a square block. As she almost merged entirely with the tiny spirit, Elena barely made out the form.

A small block… and then,

Kyu, kyu, kyu! Kyu!

The little spirit babbled in an unintelligible manner, making noises she couldn’t understand.

Elena, unable to interpret the spirit’s babble, felt a small shiver run down her cheek.

Watching this, the wind spirit, once again, peeked out.

Hee-hee!

The wind spirit, slightly larger than the other spirits, giggled, a childlike laugh escaping its tiny form.

It was still small compared to the others, but it was about two-thirds the size of the green spirits. If you lined up about twenty of them, the wind spirit would be roughly the same size.

Whoosh!

The nearby mist, taking shape, shifted as the wind spirit formed a visible figure.

In an instant, a gentle breeze blew, and soon it gathered, forming into the wind spirit’s ethereal form.

The wind spirit, now fully formed, let out another giggle.

Perhaps due to its newly grown limbs, the wind spirit now looked more like a grand spirit, with its hands covering its mouth as it laughed.

The wind spirit’s shape resembled that of a lion, its body covered in green fur, with a white mane cascading down its form. It almost looked like a fusion of a cloud-dwelling immortal and a lion in green and white.

Elena doesn’t understand?

The wind spirit cautiously spoke from behind her.

The young lion in the sky looked at both the little spirit and the elf.

"Yes. I can't understand it."

Elena seemed troubled, yet when the wind spirit appeared, her expression remained indifferent.

Her face unchanged, the cold sweat that had been flowing from her seemed to have evaporated into the ground.

Her originally soft and pure voice now lacked any warmth, a single monotone sound coming from her lips.

Truly, her behavior was a stark contrast to how she normally treated her master.

Was she even aware that she was hated by the elf?

After taking a deep breath, the wind spirit landed gently in her palm.

Hmm.

The wind spirit pressed its hand down. A faint light began to seep from the little green spirit’s body. It seemed like the wind spirit had received some form of information.

"Did you figure something out?"

Yes.

The wind spirit nodded, proudly displaying the little spirit it held in one hand.

It says to hit.

"Eh?"

The elf, upon hearing the message, furrowed her brows in confusion.

The elf’s expression became narrowed. The wind spirit, in contrast, tilted its head as if asking why she didn’t understand.

The wind spirit conjured a large question mark above its head.

It was so large it nearly overshadowed its own head.

Selecting its words carefully, the wind spirit attempted to communicate its message, aware that it might misinterpret its own limited vocabulary.

Hmmm…

The wind spirit seemed to reconsider its approach, crossing its arms and letting out a drawn-out sigh.

What was more important to the elf was not this trivial matter.

Elena thinks it’s a bit strange, doesn’t she?

To kill someone with a brick... For the elf, who valued nobility and beauty, this suggestion seemed utterly absurd.

The wind spirit lowered its head, apologizing.

“Using a brick... that’s a bit much.”

Uh-huh. Sorry.

Of course, for Elena, this wasn’t the real issue at hand.

***

“Bricks are not efficient. It’d be better to just shove an arrow straight into their skulls.”

Huh?

Elena pointed with her index finger. Flicking her hand, her lips soon curved into a sly smile.

“Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t even need a weapon. Why would I dirty my hands to kill a bug when I could just leave it to you?”

“You’ll do the hard work for me, won’t you? Heh, right?”

Efficiency. Finding an easier and faster way to deal with the pests that troubled her master. This was the dilemma Elena had been pondering all along.

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