NOVEL NEXT Chapter 15: Nvelean
Eimme began to translate the entries in her journal to Luther and Cladia.
"Day One: It appeared out of nowhere, at a moment I least expected. I'm still struggling to comprehend this immense magical power. I'm the only surviving Nvelean Elf. I managed to move some of the bodies to the back garden of the manor, but it seems like a futile effort. I won't continue.
In the moment this immense magical power arrived, I panicked. The only thing that came to my mind was this. I trapped everyone in the Nvelean village, which was the most populated, in a block of ice. The magical power should protect this ice mass. When this magical power leaves the forest, the ice will melt, and the Elves inside can continue their lives.
The forest's magical power is very tiring. I don't think I can stay here for long."
Cladia and Luther listened attentively. Luther's expression hadn't changed. He still had a calm and serious expression. However, although Cladia was a little scared, she was trying to gather her courage.
"On the second day, nothing much happened. It only stated that the magical power in the forest continued to increase instead of decreasing." "…" Luther had something in mind but didn't say it.
"Day Three: The plants started to grow very fast. For Lord Eivam's sake. They're growing very fast. Also, I still don't understand why, but the forest is dark. Even though I can see the sky, it's like there's a fog cloud inside the forest.
I think the Nvelean village was started to be built 15 years ago. We set off from Ilysluma as a team of 20 people, upon the order of our Queen Aleratha Ilysluma. Our mission was to establish friendly relations with the Kingdom of Rizik. Actually, we were successful. King Theodoric accepted us. But before we could return to the village and start preparations to return to Ilysluma, this magical power that enveloped the forest came.
I can't stay in this forest any longer. At first, I thought I could stay here for at least a month, but I've already reached my limit. I will leave the forest. If someone finds my diary in this curse, please help the Nvelean people."
"King Theodoric? That man must have died about 190 years ago. Is that right?" Luther asked.
"Yes, he also introduced himself at the end: I am Ayluin Gilnalai, the high mage of Ilysluma."
"Hmm." Luther pondered. He mumbled to himself, trying to create a timeline in his mind. How long ago was this village founded, and when did it perish?
"I wonder who the Lord Eivam he mentioned is? That's what's on my mind. Is he some kind of Elf god?"
"Hm? Didn't Eimme explain it to you?" Luther looked at Cladia with a surprised expression.
"Why would I tell her?" Luther sighed.
"Cladia. Eivam is Eimme's second oldest brother. They were very close with the Elves back then. He and Eimme were highly respected in Ilysluma. Although, I don't think Eimme would want to go back there."
"What? Why didn't you tell me you had a brother?!"
"You didn't ask." The woman shrugged. Cladia was clearly a bit annoyed by this answer.
Just as Cladia was about to respond to Eimme, the ground shook as if there had been an earthquake. Cladia and Eimme struggled to keep their balance, but Luther didn't seem to be having a problem. Suddenly, the wall behind them shattered. Part of the roof had also been broken along with the middle of the wall. Dust and plant fragments filled the area. Pollen from the flowers growing on the vines and the sweet scent of the flowers filled the room. A pair of gigantic hands appeared at the edges of the broken part of the wall.
Eimme grabbed the sword at her waist. She gently but quickly drew her sword from its sheath and immediately took a position. Her sword seemed to emit light in this dark environment.
"Chandrahast," this single word came out of Eimme's mouth as a whisper. Eimme didn't like to give names to her sword techniques. This was generally a foolish method used only by arrogant fools who wanted to glorify themselves or spread their techniques to the world. Eimme had no such goal, or even if she had such a goal, she would not resort to such a foolish method. However, she would name her swords. Each of her 27 swords had its own name. Each one had a distinct personality and use.
Chandrahast was the name of this sword. It was covered with engravings from the hilt to the metal of the sword. The metal had a slope towards the front. The metal was strangely very thick. Although the sword itself was not very long, its magnificence had caught Cladia's eye in this moment of chaos.
She gracefully swung her sword towards these giant hands. It cut through the remains of the building's wall and flew. Just as Eimme's attack was about to hit the giant hand, the woman hesitated and retreated. She had seen something. The owner of these giant hands was, of course, a Giant. But what stopped her was not that her opponent was a giant, but the Giant's face.
It looked very similar. It looked very much like someone Eimme had known about 200 years ago. It was someone very important to Eimme.
"Hmm? It's nice to see you again, Red one." The giant spoke. His words were heavy and emphasized. He spoke slowly. The air he exhaled as he spoke filled the entire room.
Although Cladia had drawn her sword, she sheathed it again. She seemed a bit surprised. Even Luther was surprised. Clearly, this matter would be settled through conversation.
However, that wasn't what surprised Luther the most. What surprised him was the absurd amount of magical power this Giant was spreading around him. Its appearance was in harmony with the magical power in the forest, and its quantity was very absurd. Of course, he knew that Giants were experts in magic and that their reserves of magical power in their bodies were incomparably larger than humans, but this was beyond his expectations. The source of this magical power in the forest must have been this Giant.
Giants were a strange race. Every Giant had one arm and hand longer and larger than the other. Their bodies were not symmetrical. Also, their bodies were, of course, gigantic. Adult Giants were as long as 20 meters. However, this gigantic size was not a blessing for Giants, but rather a curse. It was a curse that turned their lives into hell and caused them to die at a very young age.
Due to their enormous size, their internal organs and muscles were insufficient. Most giants were physically weak despite their large size. They had little endurance and could not run or engage in physical activities for long periods. Moreover, due to this muscle and organ deficiency, most Giants died painfully before even reaching the age of 60. However, they would not be considered old at the age of 60. Considering their aging rate, their lifespan should be about 300 years. As far as it was known, even in the plane of Giants, Giants were constantly in a struggle for existence. This, of course, also applied to Giants who came to the human plane. Their lives were short and painful.
Their physical shortcomings had led them to magic. The gigantic size of their bodies naturally caused their "Mit" to be large as well. "Mit" was an organ found in all living beings. The magical power in a person's body was stored inside this organ. Therefore, the amount of magical power in giants was greater than that of all other races. The founders of Uvolal, the only magical kingdom in the human plane, were Giants. There were no Giants living in Uvolal now. However, it was a known fact that everyone in the royal lineage had Giant blood in their veins.
"Red one?" Luther asked in surprise. He was looking at Eimme.
"Hey! Don't look at me, I'm not red."
"I think he's talking about you, Emi. In your original form..."
"No, no. He can't be talking about me. How would he know my original form? I'm currently just the most beautiful Elf in the world. I think he's talking about you, Dia, because of your red eyes."
Meanwhile, the Giant, who was observing these conversations, leaned forward a little. This Giant was about 12 meters long. He pointed at Eimme with his dominant hand.
"Red Dragon..." he spoke heavily again. His voice was very deep and thick. It was clear that he wanted to continue his sentence but hadn't.
"M-me?" She was definitely surprised. She really didn't expect this. How could this Giant know her dragon form? Although, she did resemble it a lot...
The Giant nodded slowly in agreement.
The Elf woman smiled. She was very excited.
"You must be his grandson! Although he never mentioned having a lover or anything like that..."
The Giant shook his head this time in denial. He wasn't Aorion's grandson.
"Then who are you? Like his grandson's child?"
The Giant pointed at himself with his hand. "Aorion"