I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 33



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#33 Interpretation is better than dreaming (1)

“Hmm…”

Daughter –

“Hmm…”

does not exist.

No matter how much I look, it’s not there.

This tree, which was called the flesh of the World Tree, was almost empty.

It was an empty house, except that an elf’s spirit was sitting on a branch.

“There’s no one here…?”

I glanced at Romenel.

If you tell the elves who thought the World Tree resided here that it was actually empty inside, they would be upset.

But what should I do…?

I really don’t feel like there’s any god.

“It definitely seemed like it was there…”

I felt it clearly the last time I was fighting Heo Ju.

The god that I had briefly possessed was not the god that originally resided in my body, but someone else.

In fact, judging by the branches that swayed along the drops, it can be assumed that the god was the World Tree.

“He might have gone somewhere for a while…”

I looked again at the reactions of Romenel and the other elves.

As someone who worships God as well, it is a situation where you cannot ignore the situation.

But the elf’s reaction was always the same.

“okay.”

Everyone just has a gentle smile on their lips.

There was no sign of anger whatsoever.

However, Romenel was a little worried.

Perhaps it was a concern about the black stuff inside the tree.

“If you’re worried that someone else might take your place this time… there’s a way.”

“How?”

“It’s a kind of defensive magic that keeps evil spirits from approaching… um… should I say…?”

Inspiration Clocell’s eyes sparkled as he listened to me.

“Try it right now.”

“No, that’s what I mean, it’s not magic…”

“Whatever it is, it’s sure to shake up the magical world. It’s been a while since I’ve seen so many good things in my later years.”

I don’t know how many times the magical world has been shaken up.

Anything I do makes me shake.

Romenel shook his head.

“We can’t bother you any longer, Chris. The World Tree was originally meant to be served by the elves. From now on, it’s up to us to take care of it.”

“It’s not really a lung problem…”

It’s not that hard of a task.

Anyway, it is something that keeps bothering me.

I saw our inspirations exchanging meaningful glances.

Closel approached Romenel with a sly expression on his face.

“Now that you’ve saved the World Tree, Chris must be the elf’s greatest benefactor.”

The expression was so sly that even the polite Romenel seemed to flinch.

“Our Chris is a bit weak… Don’t elves have ‘that’?”

Even Pharaoh Pharaoh got involved.

“I’m not saying this just because you’re my group… but there’s no one else who can do this except Chris.”

“Ramon is right. Even wizards can’t do something like this.”

“….”

The warm gazes of the inspirations were directed at me.

I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.

If it’s Romenel, I don’t know.

“Lord Romenel…?”

I was wrong.

Romenel’s gaze was hotter than that of the inspirations.

“Okay. Then I will formally request this to you, Chris.”

“…yes?”

“That’s good.”

“Please take it.”

His face looked like he was asking what he was going to do if he didn’t accept Romenel’s words.

There is something we need to touch on before that.

“That’s what the inspirations said. How much is it?”

“….”

“….”

After a moment of silence, the inspirations began to snicker.

“It’s something that can’t be put into price.”

“I’ve never seen anyone put a price on it before.”

If that’s the case, then it’s an item you can’t receive.

The compensation I can receive for my work as a shaman is limited.

It means that even if you want to receive it, you cannot receive it.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the two elders stepped forward and grabbed Romenel’s hands.

“Judging by your expression, I think you’ll accept it.”

“We can communicate with each other without having to say anything. Let’s get started right away.”

When I looked at the faces of the inspirations, it was difficult to refuse them outright.

It’s as if he wants to give his grandson one more piece of rice cake.

If it’s something I won’t be receiving anyway, it will happen anyway…

At that time, even the elders won’t be able to say much.

“Well then, let’s get started. But we need to prepare a little bit before that…”

As I spoke of the things I needed, I saw the elves who had been listening from afar begin to move.

It took only a moment for preparations to be completed.

“You should only bring dry plant stems.”

Since there was no straw, I asked them to find a plant that was as similar as possible.

At first glance, it looks like it could be used to make rope, but if it’s that moist, it’ll rot away quickly.

“Is it okay if I just dry it?”

“Yes. The thinner they are, the better.”

The elf who had asked me the question stared blankly at the plant stem and summoned a spirit.

“Casa.”

Hwaruruk –

The spirit of fire is depicted in various forms by the local people.

The lower-level fire spirit called Casara was said to have the appearance of a bird, but in reality, it just looked like a small child.

Similar in size to a gnome.

Hwaruruk –

Hwaruk –

Kassa, who had been swinging her flames and looking back and forth between the elf and me, approached me.

Blankly, blankly.

I looked at the world tree and saw myself once.

Look at me and take a look at the world tree.

Casa, who had been looking back and forth with a bewildered face, soon bowed to the World Tree as if he had realized something.

And then he greeted me again.

Why on earth do you always greet me···.

“Lord Romenel, do you know why the spirits greet you?”

Romenel was already looking at me and Casa with a surprised expression on his face.

The reaction was no different from Casa.

Romenel, who had been looking back and forth between me and the World Tree, nodded as if he had understood something.

“I once heard a story that the spirits greeted the high elves a long time ago. I thought it was just a fairy tale since I can’t see it now…”

“Looking at Casa drying the plants,” Romenel continued.

“I think it would be reasonable for Chris to do that. He seems closer to Gaji than I am…”

The drought of Lomenel was shared by the flesh of the World Tree.

If you feel that such a new creature is closer to you…

The elf interrupted my thoughts by holding out a dried plant stem.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. It’s perfect.”

Elves could also be seen coming from afar, carrying colorful cloths.

It seems like it’s roughly ready.

After holding the Dangsanje, it will not be easy for Heoju to settle down like this.

***

Golden rope.

It is a rope used to prohibit the entry of things that are not good.

Since I tied up a talisman filled with spiritual energy here and there, the effect shouldn’t be bad.

“Is this enough?”

I nodded confidently to Romenel’s question.

It may be the first of its kind here, but it is a method whose effectiveness has already been sufficiently proven.

“I’ll stop most of the guys. The tree itself is sacred, so you don’t have to worry.”

Now the World Tree had golden ropes draped around its trunk.

The largest stems were wrapped with colorful cloths that swayed in the breeze, and as if that wasn’t enough, the elves were adding more cloths.

“No, you can’t raise it any higher. The branches will fall.”

The branches of the zelkova tree should face the sky.

If the branches of the Dangsan tree face towards the sky, it becomes a completely different tree.

“If you go down there, evil spirits will come…”

The more branches there are leading underground, the better the environment for evil spirits to settle down in.

There shouldn’t be any problems since all the large branches are pointing towards the sky, but isn’t a good thing a good thing?

Heo Ju has already sat down once···.

“Let’s see… the gold rope is wrapped well… the talisman is in a good position…”

It was a very plausible scene.

“These lines need to be changed when the time comes. Let’s hold a Dangsanje first.”

A ritual to pray to the local god for abundance and peace.

It was perfect as a sacrifice to the World Tree.

I moved my feet, touching the gold string.

Damn it.

Damn it.

“Please take good care of the elves…”

Damn it.

“The Elf Village is also good…”

Daughter –

“hmm…?”

I turned my head and looked at my hands.

Daughter –

I didn’t shake the drop.

And the sound I was hearing now was not coming from my hands.

A sound that seems to ring directly in your head.

Thump –

I heard something snap.

Bam –

The source of the sound was the golden rope.

Bam –

The gold string that had fallen to the floor hit my instep.

“The golden rope broke…?”

I don’t feel any negative energy.

A broken gold string is just one strand.

“….”

Daughter –

Once again, the sound of bells ringing in my head.

“What is this….”

I felt something darkening.

It was a huge loss.

At the same time, I felt a sense of bad luck coming from all sides.

Centered around elves.

“Sangmunsu…?”

To put it simply, it was death by fate.

The area around the elves was dyed black.

“It looks like the corpse is sitting there.”

The fact that the golden rope on the Zelkova tree has been broken can also be considered a warning.

How can a sudden change like this happen?

If something goes wrong, it goes very wrong.

Daughter –

A bell sounded from the center of the tree.

“The zelkova tree…”

I carefully placed my hand on the tree.

“….!!!”

I heard a scream in my head.

I also felt a tearing pain in my right ear.

The World Tree was conveying something to me.

No, this is clearly the airlift coming down.

Wounded elves flashed through my mind.

His whole body was covered in blood, and he was constantly spewing despair.

It was a scream that could not come from a harmonious elf.

“ha…”

I couldn’t help but sigh in regret.

The world tree was looking very sad right now.

Watching those elves.

“No wonder the tree is empty.”

As soon as I took my hand away, the sound of the bell rang again.

Did you see similar scenes when you first met Irene?

His mouth moved on its own and he spat out words.

“I loosened your body and opened your eyes, and now you can see.”

It was similar to the fortune telling he had spit out to Irene.

And once again my mouth opened.

He spits out the same fortune telling that hasn’t changed since then.

“I guess a lot of people will die.”