The God has moved to another world.

The interior of the facility was white based and gave a clean impression on what it sees.

Everyone who works wears white and clean clothes.

This is one of many large hospitals in Metermagito.

Passing in front of the central reception, Shelbren boarded the lift.

Press the button on the desired floor and the door closes slowly.

Only the number of screens that could reward the floor increased, leaving little room for itching.

In the end, the lift reached the floor where it was intended without anyone coming aboard.

He's halfway through time, and he doesn't have much to come to see him or see him.

Show your face to the nurse's waiting area and tell her you're here to pay her a visit.

Shelbren's expression softened a little to the nurse's words that she seemed to be feeling a little better today.

Walk down the hallway to the desired room.

Along the way, he notices and goes into the bathroom.

It is not for the purpose of adding.

To look in the mirror.

The person who came to visit was always aware of his familiarity.

Shelbren, with hard hair, always had a head like a sleeping habit when he was a kid.

I liked to run around, so my clothes were always dirty, and my jacket was only half in my pants, and it was like only half out.

Sometimes they scold me for it and fix it.

Even now that I have my hair cut short, like a pruned cornucopia, my hair still bothers me before I go to see her.

I also check my clothes for disturbances.

When I was a kid, it's hard to get out.

When Shelbren got a small, bitter laugh, he started walking to the room of interest.

The other room I came to visit is for one person.

I don't feel comfortable because there are no other patients.

When Shelbren opened the door, his opponent was sitting in the window bed.

High floor windows, so the view is very good.

Actually, Shelbren used to designate this room.

I knew I liked the view, so I chose the most scenic room.

Sitting in bed was an old gray-haired woman.

The ear is pointed to indicate that it is an elf, and its skin is white.

You must have noticed signs of people coming in.

I turned around slowly and smiled.

I would have been quite beautiful when I was younger.

She was a beautiful old woman, even now that she seemed to be more than eighty years old in human terms.

The old woman smiles and slightly lifts her neck, opening her mouth.

"Oh. Hello. I wonder who it was. Although I don't remember your face."

To that word, the look on Shelbren's face freezes.

She couldn't move. The old woman laughed unexpectedly when she saw it.

"A joke, a joke. I mean it as soon as I shell it."

Shelbren drops his shoulder like he's more tired, he winks his eyebrows and gets a bitter laugh.

He shook his head like a scratch as he placed the bag he had brought to the nearby table for a handful of souvenirs.

"Absolutely, don't be surprised. Sister."

An old woman laughing mischievously and a shelvren smiling at it.

You old woman.

The woman who appeared to be an old woman was only old enough to be left alone with Shelbren, her sister.

Shelbren was not originally from Metermaguito.

of another continent, lived in a small country.

In that country, where race was central, elves, dwarves, beasts, etc. were referred to in bulk as "subhuman" and persecuted.

It is difficult to live a decent life, being subjected to abominable and unwarranted persecution.

Those in situations like Shelbren, who were orphans and without parents, were treated in the same way as dogs and cats.

No, dogs and cats might be better off just for not getting beaten or kicked for no reason.

Shelbren's parents were driven out to war as soldiers and died.

Soldier, there may be a narrative.

It was only treated as a tool to continue to strike magic, and when magic could no longer strike, it was used as a shield, and it died.

He was an orphaned Shelbren due to national circumstances, but he couldn't get decent protection.

What was an orphanage? He was put in a detention facility just for his name, and he was beaten on both the day he came and the day he came.

I wasn't given much food either, so I don't have the strength to fight back.

Every day, frightened and frightened, he relied only on the meagre food and water he could get.

The place where Shelbren lived was relatively close to the city.

So the food, and so forth, had to be blessed.

If forests and rivers were nearby, Shelbren, the elf, would have been able to survive to some extent.

Originally, elves are creatures who are good at living in the woods.

But there was no such thing in the place where Shelbren lived at the time, and he had no energy or strength to go that far.

However, it was best to survive the day.

One day, several children were brought to the orphanage.

Children in the same situation as Shelbren.

Among them was the girl who became his sister.

Shelbren was watching the children brought in, holding their knees in the corner of the room.

To him like that, the girl smiled.

That smile, Shelbren still remembers.

Beautiful blonde hair like a wheat field.

Bright white skin.

Blue, clear eyes.

It was like a doll that came to my mind.

For Shelbren, speaking of dolls was a symbol of happiness.

When my father and mother were alive, I saw them all over the city that they only took me once.

Decorated across a beautiful glass door. That was probably an expensive doll shop or something.

I watched that from a distance because if I was too close, I would be driven away.

There's something so beautiful in the world.

I don't know, my smile spilled.

But when I saw myself in the glass, I was immediately called back to reality.

If you were looking at your thinly dirty, dirty self, wouldn't your doll get dirty?

I thought so and ran off the spot and walked away.

It's like a doll walking then.

She was such a beautiful girl that she remembered such illusions.

The girl had a terribly active personality.

In the course of that day, he beat down the kid general and took the hegemony of a virtual orphanage.

Admiral Kiddo, who was a tiger beast, was so bogged down that he gathered sympathy for "how dare you just be so challenged to fight".

Was that good enough? It didn't make people hurt me from around here.

It wasn't like I was old enough to win or anything.

Instead, she was one turn smaller in stature and height than the former kid general.

Still, he was beating the crap out of me.

When he was horseback ridden by a kid general and saw him hitting him with a laugh, Shelbren almost leaked his pee into too much fear.

Of course, it held up at the critical point.

Beautiful girl, all at once from the perception that she turned to a horrible girl, was not just scared.

If you have a problem rubbing it, you will arbitrate it, and I will never tolerate weak stuff bullying.

He always played around looking fun and led the kids around.

Shelbren, who was just watching it faraway, was also drawn to the girl when she realized she was playing around with her.

I didn't have any food, I shouldn't have had the energy to play.

I knew I was hungry, and the staff at the facility behaved violently.

But when the girl laughed, she got better.

I could laugh the same way.

He was one of the many, but Shelbren was happy to be able to play with the girl.

The girl was a half elf.

Like Shelbren, a pureblooded elf, it has a long life span.

That means it takes a long time to grow.

The children left the orphanage behind one and another.

No one is happy to leave the orphanage.

The orphanage where Shelbren lived was an institution dedicated to the children of the subpeople.

There are only a few places where subhuman children are sent out.

Be comforted or used as a labor force?

Otherwise, will it be used as a weapon of war?

The elf, strong magic girl and Shelbren will be sent to the battlefield at the mercy of a dozen eighty-nine weapons.

It takes time to grow up for that, but given its value, it doesn't seem to be an issue.

The girl and Shelbren had been the two longest together.

Because even as the two of us remained children, the children around us grew to be more and more adults.

When I grow up, I'll be out of the orphanage.

Nobody's happy, just sad graduation.

The adults, who were children, were all hugging and crying at the girl the day before their breakup.

The kids, who didn't know it was fun, laughed, shagged and played from the bottom of their hearts for the first time since the girl came.

It was the girl who made the first place where the Subman, the Subman, and the children who had been offered and looked down, had lived upwards.

It may have just created a trivial trigger, but that's all it is for the kids.

Many children grew up and left the orphanage behind.

Still, the two, who are slow-growing elves, have always remained children.

I don't know if it's an unfortunate thing or a happy thing.

Growing up, it would be used as a weapon of war.

If I can, I want to stay a child forever.

That was Shelbren's wish.

A new child came in and was asked.

The girl and Shelbren were wondering if she was a sister or brother.

The elves were all beautiful and looked alike from other races.

Besides, they had blonde blue eyes and very similar characteristics.

Shelbren rushed to deny it, but the girl laughed.

"That's right. He's my brother!

Shelbren, hearing that, just puffed his mouth with amazement.

The girl says she has no memory of her father, no memory of her mother.

I don't know what a family is.

So maybe he was glad he was mistaken for Shelbren and his family.

From that day on, they became sisters and brothers.

It had nothing to do with the blood connection.

They've been together for over a decade.

Being a sister and brother didn't change the relationship much.

Climb a tree with me, fall.

Climb the fence, fall.

I was up on the roof, falling off.

The girl had a horn in her rabbit and pulled Shelbren around in various places.

A sister who is always at the center of the children's circle and pulls her brother around.

For Shelbren, the orphanage was no longer an unpleasant place at some point.

It was an important place for my family.

No matter how long they live, no matter how slow they grow, one day their children will grow up.

My sister grew up when Shelbren was only a child.

The life I wanted to last until hours and hours would be over.

My sister decided to leave the orphanage.

The destination was the battlefield.

The country where the Shelbrens lived was in the middle of a war.

As a source of magic, my sister decided to use it on the battlefield.

Shelbren, who found out about it, was struck as if he had been killed.

My father and mother died in the war.

No, that's not true.

It's not because of the war.

He was killed by a man at war.

It wasn't even killed by the enemy.

Soldiers in their own countries were used instead of fuel, and when they could no longer use it, they were now forced to carry weapons and storm.

That's my sister.

My sister I grew up with.

My sister ran around and played.

I didn't have the energy to live. My sister offered me a hand.

When the kids left the orphanage, my sister was worried twice.

They use it the same way, they could die.

Thoughts I hadn't felt in a long time dominated Shelbren's mind.

Fear of losing, fear of losing a family, fear of losing something important.

Thousands, tens of thousands of times more emotional ups and downs struck me when I dropped off the ones I was supposed to leave the orphanage.

To Shelbren, you can't use magic.

Because I'm not educated like that, and I don't have the tools.

So in this country, I can casually take an elf to the battlefield.

Because it incorporates an elf as a magic tank into a magic generating device and activates magic by operating it from the outside.

I don't teach magic to subhumans who are threatened with rebellion.

So Shelbren can't use magic.

Still, with all his heart he managed to get his sister away, Shelbren was attacked that day by soldiers watching the orphanage.

Luckily, all the soldiers watching the orphanage were less skilled and unmotivated.

Not at the forefront. There were no strong soldiers here.

One or two of them and I just beat them down, and the orphanage staff started making noise.

It was near the city, but it's a less popular area around the orphanage.

If it works, we might be able to escape.

Fortunately, magic wasn't the only thing that elves outperformed humans.

Arm strength and endurance far outweighed those of humans.

It was easy to confuse the unmotivated soldiers if the desperate Shelbren ambushed them.

Scream to the orphanage children and their sister to run away.

I guess it would have been nice to have had a meeting in advance.

The children fled at first sight.

Little kids, while the older ones take care of them.

Shelbren rejoiced, as he fled as he had properly taught.

How can you succeed?

It seemed that way.

Of course, there's no way.

The soldiers immediately went out to fight back.

Slashed with a sword, burned with magic.

Shelbren's body was worn out.

Still make sure the last child escaped.

I'm glad that's it.

Someone shook Shelbren's hand when he was about to lose his mind.

It was my sister.

She was in charge of Shelbren and fled.

I don't know what and how I could have done that.

I have vague memories, and above all, my vision was blurred.

When he realized, Shelbren was falling in the ruins outside of town, dying.

Luck, it seems, comes unexpectedly at times.

A traveling monk healed Shelbren's wounds.

A Chalcharistic monk by the name of Kougak.

He learned about the situation with the Shelbrens and figured out a way to do something about it.

The way to do this was to flee the country.

We need to take refuge in the other country where the Shelbrens are now fighting.

The country was made by the elves and they said they would accept the Shelbrends.

But then, I don't know what happens to the other kids.

Kougak said there was nothing to worry about.

Ten and eighty-nine, the children will go to other countries and guilds, he said.

There was anxiety, but there was no other option.

The Shelbrens had no choice but to indulge in Kougak's choice.

Kougak's choice was the best.

Yes, Shelbren thinks.

Myself and my sister go to Methermagito.

The other children each went into a country where their race was centered or into the guild.

Anything that lives happily and has a short life expectancy will be dead by now.

Shelbren and his sister lived happily ever after, respectively.

My sister completed her academics and told the researchers.

Shelbren wanted to be a knight, trying to help the country.

It's just that it was unhappy for both of us.

It was that my sister was a half elf.

Half an elf has a life span of nearly 200 years, just like an elf.

There's just one part that's different from the elves.

Half elves age rapidly when they are about fifty years old.

And, in human terms, you will spend the remaining 150 years remaining between the physical ages of 80 and 90.

My sister, that active sister, can't even walk anymore.

For the elves, aging is fear.

For humans living in the modern age, they are objects of fear similar to cancer and other diseases.

But they believe it can be overcome.

Yes, for example, by studying Agney.

Shelbren, who is not originally from Metermaguito, has little idea of elf supremacy.

Agney is the same person for him.

It was unthinkable, such as catching and studying.

But.

If you know what that property that is overcoming aging is obtained by.

As long as you understand that.

My sister might be able to run around again.

Maybe I can get my health back.

"Oh, what's wrong? Difficult face."

To my sister's words, Shelbren returned to me all the time.

"It's nothing. I bought you a souvenir, you want some?

"Oh, I wonder what. I'd like something sweet."

"Well, you can expect it. Because it's a really good cake."

"Well! I'm happy!

Shelbren narrows his eyes to the look of his sister, who smiles and slaps her hand.

Sitting on the chair beside the cot, he vacated the cupboard and removed the plate.

On the neck of that shelvren, my sister's hand reached out.

"Shell, you got a leaf stuck in your collar, right?

Seeing, my sister had one small green leaf on her hand.

Apparently, it was pinched when I was walking outside.

When you walk around the city of Metermagito, which is full of plants, it's common.

"Totally. It won't be sloppy till hours. You're the captain, so hang in there?

"Sorry. Sorry."

Fine, I laugh bitterly like trouble.

I couldn't help but delight in Shelbren's firm sister's words, which seemed a little angry.