I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 225

The speech by the Elf Queen, Elia, quickly spread across the whole world.

It was a speech that firmly established the identity of elves, but above all, it was akin to a declaration.

Alfheim had already been pursuing expansionism bit by bit.

Under those circumstances, she declared that it was time to step forward and advance even further in the future.

In essence, it meant they were prepared to expand their territory in earnest.

Subject) Are They Seriously Going to War?

Listening to the Queen’s speech makes it sound like they’re ready for war;;

ㄴ Doubt it. Eldorado is hard to touch due to Cain’s descent, and it’s the same for other regions.

ㄴ Maybe they’re trying to expand into other unexplored regions.

ㄴ Are there unexplored regions in Alfheim?

ㄴ Tons. It’s a land flowing with milk and honey to begin with.

ㄴ Plus, from Alfheim’s perspective, they’ve had territory snatched right out from under their noses before.

ㄴ Info: The average lifespan of an elf is the longest among all races. They vividly remember events from 100 years ago.

Subject) No Justification?

(Image of a brightly smiling man’s face)

Then just create one~

ㄴ Who’s that?

ㄴ Alexandro the Great, the Conqueror King.

ㄴ Even without justification, he’d conquer just out of boredom. He’s the guy who founded the current Messiah Empire.

ㄴ Wouldn’t he get criticized for doing that?

ㄴ Normally yes, but his ability was so cracked that nobody stopped him. Besides, land kept falling into their lap, so why stop him? Lol

ㄴ Even bigger was that most conquered lands were granaries. He was a guy who said he wanted to supply farmland to his subjects lolol

Thanks to the Gallery, the atmosphere surrounding Alfheim spread in an instant.

Moreover, since Alfheim had recently pursued an open-door policy, there were many foreigners present.

How Alfheim was doing right now, whether foreigners would be mistreated, and so forth.

Along with Eldorado, it rapidly surfaced as the biggest hot topic.

Subject) These Elf Bastards Are Acting Weird?

I know an elf I argued with, right? Originally, if I called him a knife-ear, he got pissed off.

But not anymore. Even if I insult him as a knife-ear, he just laughs it off softly.

He said something about recognizing their shortcomings after hearing the Elf Queen’s speech? Thought he was a lunatics.

Instead, he smiled and insulted me, calling me a bastard uglier than an orc, fuck.

ㄴ Thought the Queen cast mass hypnosis, guess not;;

ㄴ Isn’t this even scarier than mind-numbing fanatical support?

ㄴ Seeing OP couldn’t even refute it, isn’t he actually uglier than an orc?

ㄴ STFU

Subject) Collection of Elf Queen’s Historical Speeches

(Video of Elf Queen’s coronation speech)

(Video of Elf Queen’s speech)

(Video of Elf Queen’s speech)

She’s speaking in Elvish so I don’t get it, but I can tell it’s incredible.

She doesn’t just speak quietly; she actively uses gestures. Especially her pacing control is insane;;

Her face literally looks like a young girl’s, so it’s amazing how such charisma comes out.

ㄴ Does she do nothing but give speeches every day? Amazing how her voice doesn’t crack.

ㄴ How old is the Elf Queen right now? I recall she’s really young.

ㄴ She barely crossed 30, right? Very young.

ㄴ Don’t humans start their political careers in their early-to-mid 40s at the earliest?

ㄴ Yeah, nobles start a bit earlier, but 30 is crazy fast.

ㄴ Pure talent;;

With a single speech, attention converged onto the Elf Queen.

Furthermore, Grylls, who could be called the hottest fixed-handle user in the Gallery, had left for exploration.

The only topic worth discussing was the Elf Queen, Elia.

So what was the Elf Queen doing under these circumstances?

"Fufu. I like it."

After finishing her speech, she was slacking off in the Queen’s office.

One might ask if she wasn’t doing work, but she had already completed everything she could do for now.

All that remained was waiting for the upcoming demonstration of the ’Prototype.’

Until then, managing the Senate’s interference and preparing for unexpected incidents was enough.

’Soon, I will be able to plant Alfheim’s trees across the entire world.’

Elia closed her eyes and neatly folded both hands over her chest.

Her giggling demeanor as she lost herself in fantasy resembled a daydreaming girl.

Indeed, her youthful appearance made her seem all the more so.

The problem was that she was a top-tier leader of a nation.

A fairytale coming true was certainly a good thing, but on a national scale, the story changed.

[Where is the Queen!]

[P-Please calm down! Elder-nim! You cannot do this!]

It was right while Elia was immersed in her fantasy. Noise broke out outside.

At this, Elia quietly opened her eyes and looked toward the noise.

Clatter!

Soon, the office door burst open violently, and several elves appeared.This chapter was copied from NovelPing without permission.

All of them possessed beautiful looks fitting of elves and appeared quite young.

"Queen Elia! What on earth is the meaning of this!"

The elf leading the group that flooded in yelled out boisterously.

Despite his long hair, he had strong features, making it immediately clear he was a male.

"Meaning of what? I’m not quite sure what you mean."

Elia replied slyly, unfazed by the man’s scolding.

In truth, it sounded closer to an innocent tone rather than sly.

"Why did you decide such a matter without consulting us?!"

"Decide? Ah! Are you referring to the speech?"

"Don’t pretend not to know. We are well aware that you executed a project in secret."

"Ah."

Elia nodded as if she finally understood.

Yet, her clear emerald eyes and the smile on her lips remained unchanged.

At her expression, which briefly betrayed a glimpse of madness, even the enraged man flinched.

"I intended to run that as a sort of surprise reveal. That way, it would be far more effective."

"Effective?"

"Yes. The fact that we elves also possess magnificent science—no, magic—no... technology!"

Elia spread her arms and exclaimed. A figure seemingly lost in her own world.

The problem was that the scene was not merely her ’own world.’

Because she had stubbornly succeeded in bringing her ideal into reality.

The policies that revitalized Alfheim were also enacted after brushing aside countless objections.

Would anyone believe it if told that all of this stemmed from the Queen’s daydreams or imagination?

They would probably call her crazy. But she proved it.

"Going forward, our Alfheim will not be influenced by the world, but will influence the world instead. That is precisely why I enacted the open-door policy."

"Do you truly desire war?"

An elder of the Senate, Phil Lorien, threatened in a low voice.

The Senate was frequently called stubborn old fogies, but expressed differently, it meant they were conservative.

Whatever else happened, they burned with the determination to stop war at least.

"What do you mean by that? War? I don’t desire war."

"Are we supposed to believe those words given your actions up until now?"

"Yes."

"..."

An outrageously shameless answer returned. Thanks to that, even Phil was temporarily rendered speechless.

However, preparations for war were backed only by suspicion, with no physical evidence.

Strengthening military forces regularly? That was closer to a natural byproduct of rapid economic growth.

Even encouraging tree planting posed no real issue when examined closely.

Above all, her overwhelming approval rating was the biggest problem.

"...Very well. But when do you intend to showcase that project?"

In the end, Phil had no choice but to take a step back.

Since elven support soared from this speech, she was difficult to touch.

Make one wrong move, and public sentiment toward the Senate would turn even worse.

"As expected, the Senate is also looking forward to the project!"

"..."

Separate from that, he desperately wanted to do something about that clear-eyed lunatic.

He was deeply worried that she might drive Alfheim to ruin at this rate.

Phil internally clicked his tongue at Elia’s shamelessness. Honestly, when it came to politics, she possessed remarkable talent.

A normal person would read the room after doing something embarrassing, but Elia didn’t care at all.

Since she even possessed the capability to realize her vision, she was a troublesome opponent in many ways.

"The project I prepared is scheduled to be revealed on a grand scale in a week. I will officially invite the Senate then as well."

"Thank you. But Queen. I hope you keep this one thing in mind."

Phil let out a long sigh and looked straight at Elia.

Elia tilted her head as if asking what else he had to say.

It was an action fitting her youthful appearance, but in Phil’s eyes, she merely appeared insane.

"The achievements Your Majesty has accomplished are truly worthy of praise. This I cannot help but acknowledge."

"Thank you."

"However, speaking in terms of a tree, that is merely pruning branches. Trimming it to look more beautiful."

Phil was among the older ones even for an elf.

"Do not neglect the roots. Do not forget to water them while busy pruning the branches."

"Isn’t that obvious? A tree without roots cannot live, after all."

"If you understand, then I shall take my leave."

Ending with advice steeped in long-standing experience, Phil turned around.

As he turned around, his attendants followed him outside.

Thus Elia was left alone in the office. The atmosphere felt as though a storm had just swept through.

"Hmm..."

Elia stared blankly at the door through which they had exited, then raised her head.

She was accessing the Gallery. As soon as she connected to the Gallery, she posted.

Subject) I Wish Old Boomers Would All Drop DeadFollow the newest chapters on novelping(.)com.

Let’s Grow Trees

...Is what I shouldn’t say, right? Haha

ㄴ What happened?

ㄴ Leave her be. Elven boomer elders are famous.

ㄴ 300-year-old elven boomers are impossible to talk to.

ㄴ Isn’t this the fixed-handle user who kept telling us to plant trees? So you were an elf after all lolol

ㄴ Didn’t they overcome the generation gap thanks to the Queen?

ㄴ The stuff coming from centuries of age can’t be helped.

She vented her inner feelings thoroughly.

It wasn’t like anyone knew who she was anyway, so what problem could there be?

Elia smiled broadly and began browsing the Gallery.

’Come to think of it, didn’t they say the drawback of the project was the speed of command transmission? To solve that...’

Let’s Grow Trees, the Elf Queen Elia, immediately searched.

The person she searched for was none other than Wild Grylls.

The person who said he suffered a disaster after going to the mandrake habitat yesterday.

’Should I ask this person for Orichalcum? I can give him another sapling while I’m at it.’

Orichalcum was a vital and extremely rare resource for spellcasting.

If she could purchase it in large quantities, she would certainly gain immense advantages.

’I’ll have to prepare thoroughly.’

Elia closed the Gallery and flipped through documents.

Wondering if there were items that might be useful to Grylls.

If she gave him something crucial for survival, Grylls would gladly trade.

’Ah. I want to plant trees soon.’

Around the time Alfheim’s movements were growing increasingly suspicious.

While most nations were on guard, there was a place that was relatively relaxed.

Namely, the country of the Demon Race, Mephisto.

Although Alfheim was located right across from Eldorado, they didn’t care much.

Even if a war broke out, it didn’t matter to them either way. They were a race famous for being battle maniacs to begin with.

Of course, this was only on the surface; the upper leadership was closely monitoring Alfheim’s movements.

Though the Demon Race usually mocked them as a fractured mess of cowards, they couldn’t stand idly by in this situation.

"I plan to dispatch a spy to Alfheim."

"A spy... you say?"

The King of Mephisto, Asmode, spoke.

At those words, Kaylin looked at him with wide eyes.

Sending a spy wasn’t particularly a big deal in itself.

But it was Alfheim, of all places. She couldn’t help but be surprised.

"Father. Disguise magic is extremely tricky, even for us of the Demon Race."

"I know. Especially since we are quite distinct compared to other races."

The Demon Race was far too visually distinct from other races.

Starting with skin color, which leaned toward blue or purple tones.

Furthermore, horns sprouting from their heads and inverse eyes.

Their physical appearances were as beautiful as those of elves, but they were far too distinct.

And for disguise magic, the greater the difference in appearance, the exponentially harder the difficulty became.

Though the spell tier itself was low, it required precise calibration like a sculptor carving stroke by stroke.

"However, I recently acquired this."

Asmode placed an ore on top of the table. Kaylin turned her gaze to that ore.

A mineral exhibiting an overall dark color. She quickly recognized what it was.

"This is... could it be?"

"Orichalcum ore. With this, disguise magic can be cast more easily and maintained longer."

It was Orichalcum, known to be an extremely rare mineral.

Kaylin had also received some from Grylls. Of course, she hadn’t told anyone.

Since her very reason for getting it was to watch sports in high definition, she could never reveal it.

’How did he get it? There was no news of an Orichalcum vein being discovered?’

Kaylin grew curious as to how Asmode obtained Orichalcum, but soon dropped it.

He surely possessed his own information network. As he was the king himself, it wasn’t hard to understand.

"Kaylin. Select trustworthy individuals from among your subordinates and report back to me. Alfheim’s movements are concerning."

"Even though Eldorado is located right to our north?"

"Because it is impossible to fathom what the Elf Queen is thinking."

Thus Kaylin agreed to dispatching a spy. It was a plan conducted in secret.

After finishing her meeting with Asmode, she returned to her room.

’If we had more Orichalcum... we could dispatch even more spies.’

Asmode wished to do so as well, but complained that the amount of ore was woefully insufficient.

To the point where one fist-sized ore could only dispatch a single spy.

Since there was no telling what Alfheim might do, much more was needed.

’...Should I give Grylls more sports uniforms?’

The undercover operations had already begun.