I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 798

Asella calmly devised a plan to overcome the current situation.

Aside from the suspicion of assassinating the Elf Queen, what Alvenheim was demanding was surprisingly within the realm of common sense.

Only the entrance is in Mountain; both the brewery and the World Tree are strictly within Alvenheim’s territory.

In a way, it was only natural that both entry and brewing required Alvenheim’s permission.

Because of that, even in the document, Mountain was in a situation where they were begging for just the rights to the brewery, offering to give up their very liver and gallbladder.

The problem was that due to Alvenheim’s, and furthermore the Elves’ unique elitism, it had become an emotional battle rather than a rational one.

The Elves’ elitism was famous both past and present, and it had caused many troubles because of this.

The funny thing was that even after being thoroughly crushed by the humans they looked down on so much, their elitism was maintained.

Part of the reason was their faith that the World Tree protected them, and another was that they were naturally strong enough to rival the Demon Race.

’Especially since this isn’t an ordinary relic. It’s an issue related to a Holy Land and a holy relic.’

Mountain also found a full-scale war with Alvenheim burdensome, and they knew the justification lay with the other side.

Furthermore, although what Alvenheim demanded was closer to submission rather than an agreement, they had decided to accept it.

Previously, the King of Mountain had told Asella that he would not hesitate to go to war if necessary, but that was merely a resolution.

’If I hadn’t persuaded him, he really would have kept war in mind.’

Here, Asella’s persuasion played a major role.

If Lucas found out about this and heard that his believers were dying?

He would rather personally manifest and build a new brewery than watch them die foolishly.

Hearing this, Modin III also understood and backed down, deciding to endure as much as possible.

Just like that, there is no part of the world more sensitive than religion, and since even their racial identity was touched upon, Mountain had no choice but to boil with anger.

"How much more do we have to give up? We are already willing to kneel and even bow our heads. Just when will you be satisfied?"

It was to the extent that Mountain’s Foreign Minister spoke like that, filled with anger and frustration.

In fact, Mountain had given up many things for the brewery.

Even to the inexperienced Asella, the conditions were closer to humiliation than concession.

Even so, the advantageous side was Alvenheim, and their justification was overflowing.

It was just that their justification, combined with their elitism, caused them to commit outrages that should never be done in international relations.

"It is even more absurd for us when you call what is natural unnatural. Fine. We shall concede."

At the word concession, Asella felt a negative feeling rather than a positive one.

Sure enough, the true nature of the ’concession’ that came out of Paris’s mouth was unconventional in many ways.

"In exchange for conceding, all liquor produced and sold at the brewery shall bear the name of Alvenheim."

"...Yes?"

At that answer, the expressions of the Dwarves, including the Foreign Minister, distorted.

Their faces were already bright red, like people who had heavily indulged in alcohol.

"...."

Asella also closed her eyes tightly and sighed inwardly.

If it were an ’ordinary’ relic, they would have spat in disgust and kicked back the negotiation table to leave, no matter how dirty and petty it was.

The problem was that it was not a simple relic, but a ’Holy Land.’ It could never be compared to a mere relic.

"Exactly as I said. Since it is a brewery operated by borrowing the power of the World Tree, shouldn’t it naturally bear Alvenheim’s name?"

"Huu...."

The Foreign Minister let out a sigh, perhaps to soothe his stomach that was boiling like lava.

However, judging as rationally as possible, if it was said to be liquor produced in Alvenheim’s territory, they could let it slide.

Don’t they also recognize the liquor produced in Mephisto’s domain, which has been rising recently, as being from Mephisto?

Strictly speaking, the Dwarves are a race that loves liquor enough to make it their identity, not the race that invented liquor.

Liquor was a blessing personally bestowed by the gods, and it was not something to bicker over.

Therefore, as long as they could have the brewery, they could give up most things.

Although it was close to an unequal treaty, it would be enough if no blood was shed.

"...Then do you recognize that the ownership is ours?"

"...."

Asella maintained a calm expression despite feeling regret.

Because she could fully understand that feeling.

If a Holy Land related to Aris had appeared, she would have done the same.

’Perhaps it would have been even worse. Since there would be no one to mediate like me.’

If the Alvenheim side conceded like this, it seemed they could conclude the negotiation.

But did the elitism shown earlier serve as a kind of foreshadowing?

"What are you talking about? Ownership is strictly a different matter."

"What on earth does that mean..."

"If you want the brewery within our territory, shouldn’t you also offer something appropriate in return?"

Dressing up sophistry appropriately is also a skill.

Furthermore, they were making the other person’s anger soar to the limit and trying to break through completely.

’You might as well ask them to hand over territory. At least that would be better.’

Just as even the watching Asella was worrying, Paris opened his mouth.

Very slowly, but clearly and with a powerful voice.

"If you want ownership of the brewery, we also want permission to investigate and use the Divine Blacksmith."

"...Heh."

"...."

As if he no longer had any fuel left to burn with anger, the Foreign Minister just let out an empty breath.

Not only him, but the other Dwarves were not much different.

Because their expressions said, ’Are these bastards truly out of their minds?’This story is hosted at NovelPing.

Unable to watch this any longer, Asella pointed out Paris’s unreasonable demand.

"Please stop for a moment, Alvenheim representative. You are making an unreasonable demand. There is currently no possibility that Mountain will accept your country’s demand."

"Why is that?"

"How would you feel if Mountain took over the management of the World Tree?"

Asella argued point by point in a calm voice.

If Alvenheim has the World Tree, Mountain has the Divine Blacksmith.

The Divine Blacksmith is a place Mountain has steadily protected since its founding, effectively serving as its root and foundation.

An automated forge that operates using an active volcano as its power source.

It is safe to say there is no mineral that cannot be smelted in this forge, and it was the first in the world to extract the three major metals.

Exploring the volcano for its operation and steadily studying geology was a bonus.

For Alvenheim to demand such a place was no different from stripping Mountain of its sovereignty.

"I cannot understand. We willingly conceded, yet you call it an unreasonable demand?"

"As a cleric, I know very well how the Elves view the World Tree. However, that does not mean it gives you the right to infringe upon another nation’s sovereignty."

"We are handing over the ownership of the brewery located in our territory, so shouldn’t you naturally accept it?"

"Mountain does not have the World Tree."

Just think about it. They said they would give up their liver and gallbladder, but then they are told to hand over their heart as well.

No matter how greedy a person is, it is only normal to get angry.

At least they were enduring it now because Asella was mediating.

"How absurd. The brewery within our territory cannot operate without the World Tree. Therefore, we view it as a corresponding price."

"The problem is that it concerns national sovereignty. While the brewery is located on the border, the forge is in the capital."

"We said we only want permission to investigate and use it. We did not claim ownership."

’That’s the same thing. You’re playing a word game that doesn’t even make sense.’

Asella wanted to spit out the words rising to her throat, but she suppressed them.

That attitude of taking things for granted was disgusting in many ways.

If only he spoke well, but even his manner of speaking was specialized in provoking people’s anger.

"The Hero must know what kind of existence we Elves are."

"Of course. The race that has managed the World Tree for generations."

"Furthermore, the Chief God is protecting our Queen."

"...?"

For a moment, Asella couldn’t understand Paris’s words.

Earlier, he clearly carried a nuance of rejecting the Elf Queen, Elia, but now it was somehow different.

No, perhaps she had misjudged from the very beginning.

"The Chief God personally chose the Queen. I believe you know what this means."

"...Could you be talking about when the Elf Queen returns?"

"Since even the Guardian of the Holy Kingdom did so, shouldn’t we look forward to this Christmas?"

"...."

"Furthermore, he personally blessed a Dark Elf to help him ascend to the throne as Sultan."

Only after hearing those words did she feel like the puzzle pieces in her head were fitting perfectly.

Why they had made such unreasonable demands.

The Senate was not trying to harm the Elf Queen.

They were anticipating Elia, who had received a ’blessing’ from the Chief God, that is, Grylls.

One could know what that blessing meant without even asking.

"...What on earth does the Elf Queen have to do with this situation? I don’t understand."

"Haha. Do you still not understand? Lucas-nim is also ultimately a god under the command of the Chief God. And currently, the Queen is by the Chief God’s side."

To sum it up briefly, it was like this.

Lucas and the twin sibling gods are gods belonging under the Chief God.

Also, the Chief God had bestowed blessings upon countless people, representative examples being Asella and Salman.

Especially in Salman’s case, he had personally bestowed a ’divine beast.’

Going a step further, Elia was highly likely to conceive Grylls’s descendant.

Afterward, during Christmas, Elia would escape outside, and the descendant would be born to rule Alvenheim.

Since that descendant would possess ’legitimacy’ to which even the Hero would have to bow her head, they could claim ownership of all Holy Lands.

’...Are they fucking crazy?’

Having reached this point in her thoughts, Asella felt an alien emotion for the first time in her life.

She wanted to personally rip out that tongue with her hands or cut off his head with her Holy Sword, but she was so dumbfounded that her thought process had stopped.

She didn’t know how to define this, but she maintained her composure for now.

Of course, she only maintained her composure inwardly; she was actually fidgeting with her Holy Sword.

"...That is a leap of logic. Furthermore, the Chief God would not bestow that kind of blessing."

"How can the Hero guarantee that?"

"That is..."

Asella couldn’t refute.

She wanted to ask if he dared to commit blasphemy, but that would only invite nitpicking.

Rather, it was no different from her thinking of Grylls as a lecher.

"...The Chief God would not bestow a blessing in that manner."

"I asked how you can guarantee that."

’I also subtly asked for a night together, but I was rejected.’The source of this chapter is novelping(.)com.

It couldn’t be said that she lacked charm as a woman, but at the time, Grylls had rejected her very gently.

But if she said this, she didn’t know what kind of insults Alvenheim would throw.

’...No. I should aim for this.’

Asella’s deviousness was activated here.

She stared at Paris, who was demanding an answer from her, and replied quietly.

"...During last year’s Christmas, I asked the Chief God-nim to bestow a blessing upon me. However, the Chief God-nim gently refused."

"Is that really true?"

"...."

At the quite shocking and interesting story, not only Paris but also Mountain’s Foreign Minister opened their eyes wide.

With this, she proved that Alvenheim’s demand was absurd.

Asella was slightly embarrassed, but it was better than Grylls being insulted (?).

"Yes. The Chief God is someone who pursues the greater cause over individuals. He is not someone who ruins things out of personal desire."

"Of course he would be. But can a blessing bestowed upon the Queen truly be called a personal desire?"

’Unlike you, Elia is constantly by his side, so isn’t it a completely different level of issue?’

Paris expressed that meaning in a roundabout way.

It was a remark that greatly offended Asella in many ways, but she endured.

"As I said earlier, it is a leap of logic. If you are not careful, it could lead to a dangerous conversation, so it would be better to keep other things in mind."

’Please behave before the word blasphemy pops out of my mouth.’

Although Asella tried her best to maintain her patience until the end.

"Ha. How laughable. Before long, even the title of Holy Kingdom will become our Alvenheim’s name, so this is absurd."

"...."

"Even the Hero might have to serve our Alvenheim, so is it right for you to mediate in such a manner?"

At those remarks filled with elitism and vanity.

"...What did you just say?"

She had no choice but to ask back in a voice filled with murderous intent.

It was to the extent that even the Foreign Minister, whose face had been flushed red until just now, watched her expression.

Thus, the negotiation table did not just run parallel, but was split apart due to Alvenheim’s selfishness.

[Holy Kingdom of Avalon. Lucas’s Brewery ownership belongs to Mountain...]

[Alvenheim. Declaration of war against the Holy Kingdom? Willing to go to war.]

[Mountain. Alvenheim has nothing but out-of-their-mind fools. Fierce criticism.]

Starting with Alvenheim’s flashy diplomatic battle, the Elves gradually began to tighten the noose around their own necks.

Meanwhile, Grylls, who heard all of this news from Asella.

Since they were highly absurd remarks even from his perspective, he informed Elia of the news.

Naturally, he didn’t say that Asella had told him, and only vaguely revealed that he had a source of information.

And Elia, upon hearing the story, blinked her eyes a couple of times as if dumbfounded, and then opened her mouth.

"#$%$%? #$%% #$%%."

"What?"

"Ah. I misspoke. As expected, they cannot hide their incompetence. To turn two nations into complete enemies in an instant."

"Seup..."

Grylls looked at Elia with a suspicious expression.

That just now was the language of Alvenheim.

Unfortunately, not to mention myself, even Lackey or Dolsoe had never learned that language.

Therefore, he asked Cain, who at least knew the Elves’ language.

[The language I know is ancient, so I’m not certain, but she said something like this: "How did those people know my plan? There should be nothing but incompetent fools over there."]

"What did they know?"

[I do not know that far either, though?]

Cain and Grylls discussed it with each other, but there was nothing special.

Since before that, Elia speaking first was the priority.

"Grylls-nim. Please tell me honestly."

"What?"

"By any chance, do you have any intention of embracing me as a woman?"

"...What kind of nonsense is that?"

Grylls was greatly flustered by the sudden nonsense (?), but Elia was serious.

She brought up a serious opinion as a Queen, not her usual tree-hugging maniac self.

"If you won’t do that, please help me grow. Otherwise, as soon as I go out, I will be assassinated by the Senate."

"Do you want to explain in detail?"

Accordingly, Grylls also treated her seriously.

"If I truly have Grylls-nim’s child, Alvenheim’s prestige will rise higher than that of the Holy Kingdom. It means the Senate wasn’t just talking nonsense."

"That won’t happen, so don’t worry. Then, what about you being assassinated?"

"They won’t want to lose the power they’ve barely grasped, so they’ll try to assassinate me somehow. If they make up their minds, even I will find it hard to hold out."

She worried about the future bit by bit.

"Mhm! Then we must make sure to use contraception!"

"Hey."

"Just kidding."