Kraft

As Rhode looked at the green-haired, pointed-eared male elf who had suddenly appeared before them, the more familiar he seemed.

He suddenly slapped his hand.

Wasn't this Monk Kraft?

So he was also a figure from the Mythical era? It was just that his waist-length green hair had kept Rhode from recognizing him at first.

But now, he naturally had to pretend not to know him.

"Serie, I really didn't expect to see you here."

After dealing with the Magic Scale Beast, Kraft turned and greeted Serie. Clearly, the two knew each other.

"You showed up at just the right time and stole my prey."

There was some displeasure in Serie's eyes. This should have been her achievement, yet someone had swooped in and taken it from her.

"You two know each other?"

Rhode moved closer. He had not expected the two of them to know each other either; it had never been mentioned in the original work.

If the two had known each other in later generations, Rhode could understand it. After all, they were both elves who had lived from the Mythical era to the present, so they must have interacted to some extent.

Perhaps when Kraft saved the world back then, Serie had even heard stories about him.

But now, the time when they had met had been pushed forward by several thousand years.

"Yes. He's from the Elf Forest too, but he left to adventure two hundred years ago."

Serie was several hundred years younger than Kraft. When Serie had been learning magic, he had already been a qualified elven warrior.

Unlike elves such as Serie, who possessed outstanding magical talent, Kraft had little talent for magic and thus leaned more toward the path of a warrior.

"Hello, my name is Kraft. You should be human, right? And this is a Dwarf?"

Kraft took the initiative to step forward and greet Rhode. From his words, it was clear that he had encountered humans before.

"Hello, I'm Rhode."

The Dwarf Som also stepped forward to introduce himself. "I'm Som."

"Not bad physique. You'll definitely become a powerful warrior in the future." Kraft praised Som first, then turned his gaze toward Rhode.

"I can sense the aura of magic power from you. Could it be that you can use magic?"

Because he had practiced martial arts from birth, he was especially sensitive to the presence of magic power.

And Rhode was the first human Kraft had ever encountered with magic power in his body.

Before this, he had seen several human settlements. His assessment was the same as Frieren's: weak, short-lived lives.

Although some powerful warriors would emerge among them, that was all.

Without a long inheritance or unique magical knowledge, it was difficult for them even to establish themselves in this world.

But Rhode's appearance had now changed his understanding.

"Yes, I do know magic." Rhode nodded in admission.

Kraft sighed with emotion and casually asked, "What type of magic is it? Could it be magical knowledge from long-lost ancient ruins?"

Although Kraft's magical talent was only average at this point, he was still at a stage where he was intensely curious about magic. Perhaps only after hundreds or thousands of years of experience would he devote all his energy to refining his martial arts.

"Light magic." Serie answered in Rhode's place.

Only she could say it. Even though Kraft was famously a good person among the emotionally detached elves, Serie could not guarantee that he would not turn hostile toward Rhode.

Every race in this world placed tremendous importance on its own magic.

Their Elf race was no exception.

"What?" Kraft was somewhat shocked and hurriedly asked, "Serie, did you teach him?"

There were only three people present. Dwarves could not learn magic, so only Serie could have taught him.

Serie nodded, confirming Kraft's guess.

"Is there some kind of punishment for learning your Elf race's magic?" Rhode lowered his head and quietly asked Serie.

"Yes. The lightest punishment is having your memories erased. The more severe punishment might be imprisonment until death."

Serie said it casually, but Rhode's expression immediately turned ashen.

This was awkward. Another elf had actually caught them.

"Just like you, Serie." Kraft shook his head with a slightly helpless smile.

Although he had not spoken with Serie much, he had heard of her reputation in the Elf Forest.

Her astonishing magical talent and views unlike those of ordinary elves.

She learned every spell with the intention of killing others, making her something of an oddity among elves.

Fortunately, elves were naturally an emotionally detached race. Even though Serie behaved so independently, she did not draw much attention from the other elves.

Now that he had heard Serie had taught Elf magic to someone else, Kraft was shocked, yet also felt it was somehow reasonable.

It seemed like something she would do.

"So what are you going to do? Report us to the elders?"

Serie no longer intended to return to the Elf Forest. Even if those elders expelled her, it would not matter. She would merely find somewhere else to stay.

"Forget it. I'll just pretend I didn't hear or see anything."

Kraft clearly did not intend to do that. He could not be bothered with such a thankless task, and he was also very curious about Rhode, who could learn Elf magic.

"You still haven't told me why you appeared here."

Seeing that Kraft did not intend to pursue the matter, Serie shifted the topic.

"Just a coincidence, I suppose. Have you seen a winged race woman? She should have been in the direction you came from."

"We have."

Rhode and Serie naturally remembered the winged race woman named Lia clearly. If not for the information she had provided, the two would not have risked crossing the Swamp to reach Gremir Forest.

"Then do you know what she's planning to do?"

"We do." This time, Rhode answered.

"Then it's easy to explain. I'm a messenger on the ground, and this time I'm responsible for scouting the information on this Swamp."

Some distance from here, in the new Dwarven kingdom, the leaders of the three strongest nations in the world had begun meeting.

New Dwarven Kingdom Svartalf.

Elf Kingdom Hislum.

Winged Kingdom Doranta.

The armies of the three races had already begun gathering, and Kraft's task was to investigate the number of Monsters in this region and the range of their activities, so that once the armies arrived, they could begin the purge.

After hearing Kraft's explanation, Rhode fell into thought.

He could not make sense of this plot development. There was too little information about the Mythical era in the original work, and he did not know whether events were unfolding according to the plot.

"Do you want to come along, Serie? The war is about to begin."

Kraft invited Serie. He knew that she liked this kind of scene the most.

Serie was clearly tempted by Kraft's proposal.

An indecisive expression appeared on her face. Rhode did not know whether he should speak up, because whether Serie went or not, he seemed to have no reason to stop her.