There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 812



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EP.812 People of the Forest. (3)

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-Hahaha! Bang bang! Can’t you get out of the way right now!

Following the voice of someone piercing my ears, I slowly opened my eyes to apply the cream on Panko.

-Get out of the Communist Party!!

What? He closed his eyes again, wondering if he was still dreaming. But Panko couldn’t fall asleep again.

The rattling of the truck shook his whole body, and most of all, it was his colleagues who noticed that he was awake.

“Captain Panko, if you’re up, please eat this first.”

“… .”

When Pankoe carefully opened his eyes, he saw Rahel holding a small potion. Before Pankoe could ask anything, Rahel opened the lid of the potion and held out the bottle.

“I already removed the bullet from your ankle. If you take this medicine, you will be able to walk within a few hours.”

A bullet in the ankle…? Ugh, shit.

Only then did Panko, who felt the bitter pain, realize that everything was real.

He took the potion and drank it, straining his face to endure the pain. But immediately after he swallowed the potion, he couldn’t help but frown. That was because the distinct strawberry taste rose on the tip of his tongue.

‘Is this a potion made by a traditional alchemist?’

The ancient alchemists, now almost extinct, often played tricks like this.

For example, the great alchemist Ixir made all his potions flavored with Asha’s wild berries, while the great wizard and alchemist Mahagan made them flavored with steamed crustaceans.

It looks like a strawberry flavor similar to wild strawberries… Perhaps the creator of this potion is a fan of Ixir.

‘The Reds are fans of Ixir.’

There is no comedy like this- Panko swallowed that thought and quickly emptied the potion. Whoever the creator was, the potion was definitely effective. The medicinal effect spread throughout his body in an instant, and he felt the wound from the gunshot tingle and regenerate.

Anyway, he got up and asked.

“Rahel, how on earth are we alive….”

At that moment, a polite voice was heard again from the direction ahead.

-The children of the red star are leaving!!!

What?? Panko, who barely managed to raise his upper body, looked at the echo from where the voice came.

The owner of the voice was a girl with blue hair standing on top of a huge container truck in front of the small truck he was lying on.

Wearing a mask on her face and holding a red megaphone in her hand, she was shouting at other vehicles blocking the road.

-Capitalist pigs!! Get out of the way now!!

Then, the surprised drivers who had been blocking the road rushed to clear the way. To Earthlings, it was a sight that would remind them of the miracle of Moses, but to Panko, an Ashain, there was no sense of sacredness there.

Rather, I felt absurd looking at the subordinates chasing the giant container truck… no, the robbers’ truck.

“Why are they doing that?” he asked Rachel, wiping his face.

“What is going on? What the hell is going on?”

But the answer to the question came back not from Rachel, but from the back of his head.

“The children of the Red Star have changed the watering can. They are on their way to the Elf Forest with their real father.”

Panko’s shoulders shook involuntarily. He felt no movement behind him. When he turned his head with surprised eyes, he saw a young man sitting sprawled on the back of the truck.

Although it was an unfamiliar face, Panko was confident.

‘… it’s a red star.’

It was already widely known that the Communists were masters of disguise. And above all, it seemed unlikely that there would be any madman disguised as the face of a young Count other than the Red Star.

Perhaps it was because his pupils were red instead of gold, but his impression was strangely different. Panko, who was from a border area, swallowed a small sense of insult and continued speaking.

“You’re going to the Elf Forest…? Red Star. What on earth are you doing? The Elf Forest is now… .”

“The people of Earth, including France, are up to something. They don’t even care about the Malta announcement.”

“… .”

Panko immediately glared at Rahel. His eyes seemed to indicate that he had leaked secrets to the enemy, but Rahel shrugged.

“Captain Panko, don’t look at me like that. We don’t know anything anyway.”

“It would be different if the enemy were to harm our country with that piece of crappy information. Rachel, it would have been better if we had died-”

At that moment, Red Star intercepted his words.

“-It must have been a dog’s death.”

Panko glared at Red Star again, and Red Star smiled bitterly.

“Don’t even think about memorizing the spell. Even if you attack now, you’ll die.”

“I would rather die like a dog than become the enemy’s dog!”

Panko, who had shouted like that, immediately chanted a fire spell. Hwaruk! The flames that rose from his fist struck Red Star’s face straight away.

widely.

It was because the red star, who had already gotten up, pressed down on his fist with one finger.

Just one finger.

But Panko couldn’t extend his fist. It wasn’t just a difference between a superman and a wizard. The flames that rose from his fist didn’t burn his fingers, but rather avoided the red star’s fingers like a defeated beast.

It’s a different level. While Pankoe gulped, Red Star looked down at the flames with interest and said.

“A flame spell containing some of the formulas of Précieuse… It doesn’t seem like it was taught by the French military. Did you learn it from Elder Auguste?”

How about that? Panko shouted in an even more angry voice, as if trying to hide the fact that he was surprised.

“Shut up!”

He swung his hands wildly like a wild boar that had been stabbed in the heart. However, his fists, which he swung haphazardly without even being able to heal the wound on his ankle, never reached Red Star.

At the very moment when Rahel, who had been watching, was about to intervene between the two.

Hwaruruk-

Red Star ripped the flame out of his hand. No, it would be more appropriate to say he subdued it. Like a puppy looking for its owner, the flames burned in a clump at Red Star’s fingertips.

Pankoe and Rahel stared blankly, their mouths open, alternately at the flames and the red star.

Silence, brief silence.

And when the girl on the container ahead recites the verse, ’16-year-old seamstress Emma Reese-‘

The red star asked, extinguishing the flames.

“What is your relationship with Elder Auguste?”

“…there is no relationship.”

Panko was the kind of person who would tell a lie on his face, and Rachel, who was standing next to him, added:

“All I did was teach you a few formulas through a small connection.”

“Just a few formulas… They’re formulas derived from the magic of the 10th lecture.”

As Red Star muttered like that, Pankoe spoke fiercely.

“No matter what you ask, you will get nothing from us.”

But instead of asking for a formula, the red star smiled bitterly, just like the Count.

“Don’t worry. I won’t ask you for your formulas.”

“… You’re telling me to order my subordinates? Go ahead and try it. Even the infamous KGB torture methods won’t open our mouths—”

“I promise you that my subordinates will not ask you any questions or use KGB-style torture. In the first place, why would they ask you something you already know?”

“…what?”

You know? Before Panko could ask what that meant, Red Star looked ahead and said.

“We’re almost there.”

When I turned my head, I could see the Elf Forest on the other side of the fertilizer road, just as he had said. To be exact, I could see a huge barrier separating the Elf Forest from the outside.

A concrete wall covered with grim iron bars and vines, testifying to the long feud between elves and humans.

The red star, who had been looking at the wall that was so high that it obscured the trees of the forest, turned its head again and looked down at Pankoe and Rahel.

But before Red Star could open his mouth, Pankoe struck first.

“In accordance with the Geneva Convention, we demand the treatment of prisoners of war. Red Star. If you are truly the Secretary General, you will not disregard international treaties.”

Then the red star smiled brightly.

“Since when has the Geneva Convention been applied to robbers without the right to engage in war?”

“…we belong to the French Foreign Legion.”

“France will never admit it, though.”

“… .”

“The French army ordered the Foreign Legion to block the fertilizer road and commit robbery… Do you think France would admit this? Just to save you two?”

Panko bit his lips tightly. He had nothing to say in rebuttal to Red Star…

…then Rachel joined the conversation.

“Please stop teasing the captain here.”

“Are you kidding me? I was just having a conversation.”

“… Didn’t I give you all the information?”

“I don’t know… but more than anything, I was curious about what kind of people you guys were.”

“Do you understand now?”

“To be honest, not really? But I guess I’m glad he didn’t kill me.”

If I had killed him, it would have been awkward to meet Elder Auguste. While Red Star swallowed his words, Pankoe blinked.

“Rahel, what does all this mean?”

Rahel answered, looking at the red star leaning against the truck railing.

“In exchange for telling everything I know, you promised to let us go.”

“You… you idiot! Have you forgotten that promises to a communist are worth less than street dung!”

Before Rahel could tell him to please watch his words, Red Star chuckled.

“Really? That’s a good thing. I’m not a communist.”

“what?”

“See you next time, if you have the chance. Foreign Legion.”

Immediately afterwards, Jiiing! Telekinesis lifted the two people’s bodies. The moment Rahel looked at the red star with eyes that said, “No way?”

Telekinesis threw the two out of the truck. Rahl, who was floating, grabbed Pankoe’s shoulder tightly and – Aaaah!! He screamed and braced himself for the fall.

But Rachel didn’t end up on the manure road. Fortunately, the two men ended up in the back of a truck full of straw.

“… Damn, you should have told me in advance.”

Rahel grumbled as he pulled the rags off his body.

“Captain Panko, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“… .”

“colon?”

Panko stared at the sky in silence, then opened his mouth when the jeep truck driver shouted for him to get down.

“Rahel. If the Count and the Saintess had a child… how old do you think they would be now?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I think they’re about the same age as us.”

“… How old is the red star?”

“Well… I don’t even know what your real face looks like, so how would I know your age?”

“… .”

“More than that, why are you asking that?”

Panko didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the moving red star truck.

***

In the past, when communism spread in Asha and the United States, stimulated by it, incited the forest people.

The United States began building a massive wall surrounding the Elven Forest, under the pretense of protecting the elves and the World Tree.

Westmoreland Peace Line.

Named after the American officer who devised the plan, the barrier, contrary to its initial goal, only blocked part of the forest.

The successive wars, including the Vietnam War, and the resulting budgetary problems were also problems, but fundamentally, there was just too much to block.

Yes, even if it was the United States, it would be impossible to build a wall to block the entire vast forest that occupied the central western part of the Asha continent.

But no one expected the US to block everything from the beginning.

The wise ones expected that the United States would block the most important land route in the forest…a key route for the distribution of elixirs.

That prediction came true, and the United States gained a monopoly on most of the elixirs harvested from the Elven Forest.

The elves who hated the wall committed terrorism, but were never able to overcome it.

Rather, the American Elf War Surrender Document, which was represented by the phrase, “The World Tree is just a big tree,” should have included the phrase, “We recognize the area around the Westmoreland Peace Line as American territory.”

The wall stood so firmly in place, as evidence of the betrayal of the forest men, as a symbol of the Elves’ shame, and as a symbol of American interests.

After the ‘Malta Announcement’ which withdrew all troops from Asha, the United States gave up its rights to the Wall as a sign of friendship and declared it a neutral zone belonging to neither the elves nor the Earth.

At least on the surface.

The US military was not limited to the US military. The military organizations and mercenaries of big corporations quickly filled the void left by the US military. The rights were shared with other Earth nations and illegal herbalists, but the barrier was still the US’s.

And of all the places, the one that could most definitely be called American territory was the so-called “front gate of the wall.”

A huge iron gate blocks the path from the fertilizer road straight into the heart of the Elf Forest.

Once home to 7,000 U.S. troops, the area is now used as a warehouse and a base for Johnson & Johnson, the giant American health company that first commercialized tablet-type elixirs.

The troops currently stationed here include a Johnson & Johnson direct combat team armed with the latest magic tools, nine armed mercenary groups directly lent equipment by the US military, and even elaborate defensive positions.

American military experts were confident that this place could not be penetrated unless the 10th power arrived.

And Johnson & Johnson naturally assumed that Demerond would be one of those ten. The company prepared a combat manual in case Demerond really attacked the door, and stockpiled all kinds of weapons.

The weapons were so great that the chairman of Johnson & Johnson, who visited the site in person, said this.

-I promise every American here, no matter who comes and does what, this door will never fall down!

But when a real top 10 powerhouse appeared, the mercenaries guarding the iron gate couldn’t remember the chairman’s words.