Elysia looked at the goddess who had appeared before her. She was a petite, delicate girl, yet she carried a trace of the moon's aloof chill.
She wore simple leather armor that perfectly outlined her figure. Unlike the Goddess of Love, whose very presence stirred desire, this goddess before her... inspired more of an urge to cherish her.
And there was also that distant, unapproachable air...
Of course, her beauty was beyond question. Even after so many millennia, she was still a virgin! It was not that no one had pursued her, but that she refused—and even rejected—the opposite sex.
Standing amid the forest, the girl seemed to blend into her surroundings. The trees were her servants, the flowers and grass her gardeners.
The natural wind was her maidservant...
"A god?"
Having slaughtered so many gods, Elysia naturally recognized the woman before her. She was a deity of the heavens—and no ordinary one.
She was... a chief god.
Yet she did not seem hostile. Instead, there was something strange in the goddess's expression.
"A fairy? There are... still fairies in the human world? And one of a kind I've never seen before!!"
A moment ago, she had merely been curious about the hunter who had struck the same prey as her and had intended to meet this hunter and offer a few words of praise. But the instant she saw the fairy girl on the branch, all her previous thoughts changed.
She was the Moon Goddess and the Goddess of Hunting. Even all hunters in the world were her believers. Before this, she had merely regarded the other party as an outstanding believer!
She had never expected such an unexpected delight!
Elves had long ceased to exist in this world's human realm... Even half-elves could not be found on Earth's