Chapter 197 The Self-Proclaimed God

From the long steps that seem to be endless, go up around the trunk, and you can reach the entrance of [Silver Moon Tree Royal Court Tree to World Tree Branch]... The Silver Moon Tree Garden really hasn't changed at all.

It's still the same, surrounded by smooth bark that seems to make people feel like a Hercules, and the ceiling above and the surrounding walls are inlaid with glowing gems... soft and natural light.

Sunstones are quite expensive in other countries. A gemstone similar to the sunstones inlaid around it, which is as big as a fingernail, is enough for an ordinary person and a family to eat and drink for a year.

But here, it is densely used as ordinary lighting, which complements those luminous plant decorations, making the apparently closed interior of the Silver Moon Tree Royal Court look as bright as day.

If there is any place in this world that best fits Ira's imagination of "Fantasy", then it might be the Principality... On the streets of the Principality, you can see fruit shop owners selling fruits, orcs, and half-elves walking around. some type of.

Everyone carries a sword or staff, bow, dagger, etc. on their waists. Dwarves bragging can be seen in taverns, and places such as the Adventurer's Guild and the Mage Guild are located on the streets.

Yes, it is the fantasy city of light novels.

But if there is a place that best fits the definition of "magic" in Ila's heart, then it is the Silver Moon Grove, where there are glowing plants everywhere, and there is always faint music in my ears.

When I came here for the first time, Ira was shocked... This place is much more fantastic than the fantasy school style of the White Tower, as if it is a secret place that has been sealed for a long time.

If I remember correctly, I should have come here when I was twenty-five years old. At that time, I was younger than my current appearance... I looked younger by a month or two, right?

Well, nothing has changed.

Ira walked on the long stairs and kept going up. Along the way, he also met many elves who walked with him. They all knew Ira...but Ira was not very familiar with them.

But this still did not prevent them from greeting Ira warmly.

"Ira is here to play~ I've heard Cassiopeia talking about you before, do you want to stay for a few more days?"

For this enthusiastic elf, Ira nodded with a smile and said, "Maybe I will stay for a while, but it will be two or three days at most. Maybe I will return tomorrow morning."

Ira responded to the greetings of the elves one by one. Today Ira met almost all the elves... Yes, there are only about a thousand elves in the entire Silvermoon Grove.

Although it is not a very small number, it is definitely not big for the hometown of a race... However, it is much more than it used to be, after all, the elves who travel around the world must be counted .

A near-eternal lifespan, coupled with a talent strong enough to unleash magic without learning... the elves are the favored race.

While Yila was chatting with everyone, a little elf ran to Yila's side, pulled Yila's pants to attract his attention, and asked, "Brother Yila~ Where is my sister?"

This Elf Loli Ira knew her, she was Cassiopeia's younger sister.

"She's in the hall... she's talking about trade with the Demon King. It's better not to disturb her."

Ira patted her head, and he looked up at a benevolent, young-looking male elf, nodded and said, "Good day, Mr. Oberon."

Who is Oberon? To put it simply... Cassiopeia's own father.

"Good day, long time no see, Ira~"

Oberon Iluvita said hello in this way, with a kind attitude that didn't match his appearance, he nodded and said, "You must have suffered a lot outside, right?"

This kind of words sounded like what the elders were saying to the juniors returning home, but with the qualifications of this seemingly young elf in front of him, he definitely had the qualifications to say so.

"A little bit... but it's not a trouble for me."

Yila replied with such respect, showing respect for this rare living former king, and then continued to walk upwards under the kind gaze of the other party.

The number of elves along the way has gradually decreased, which is not bad... After all, he now has to think about what to do next... After all, he doesn't know how to face the World Tree now.

The gods are dead, so what is the consciousness that claims to be a god in the world tree?

"Ira, long time no see."

"It's been many years..."

"Have you received the poem I wrote?"

For the two elf guards looking at the entrance of [Silver Moon Tree Royal Court Tree to World Tree Branch], Ira smiled and nodded as a response to them. He said, "I'm going to the World Tree."

"..."

The two elf guards looked at each other, and then moved out of the way to allow Ira to pass. One of them said, "Go, go, let's pretend we haven't seen you."

Another elf guard nodded, expressing that he thought the same way,

"Thanks."

Ira responded in this way, and went out through the door behind the two of them. He walked on a very wide branch, and walked towards a huge wall and platform... The former is a piece of bark from the world tree that can't see the whole picture, and the latter is a piece of bark. It is a small twig of the world tree.

If you zoom out the perspective, the ratio of the World Tree to the living beings is very shocking... When you can see the whole World Tree from your angle, the world itself is quite small.

The world tree is really a huge tree that runs through the entire plane. There are rumors that there are transmission channels to eight other planes hidden on the world tree, so that you can freely travel between worlds.

But because the size of the World Tree itself is too large, the process of finding out the truth is very long, so this [rumor] can neither be confirmed nor falsified.

The source of mana, the source of gods, the source of power—this is the World Tree.

There will be no elves on this road at all, no elves will go to the world tree at all, and no elves will allow others to approach the world tree except the elf king... Only Ira is special .

I don't know why Ira always feels that the scene of her walking before has an extremely outrageous sense of solemnity, as if she is writing an epic... The light also seems so sacred.

To be honest, it's a bit like... walking on the road to die generously.

However, this kind of thinking was a bit too unlucky, so soon Ira stopped thinking about it. He just put his hand on the world as vast as the wall that connects the sky and the earth, and divides the world. tree.

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Come on, [God] of the World Tree...