I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 799

Since ancient times, there has been a secret technique that politicians use whenever internal situations become chaotic.

Namely, picking a fight with or provoking an external entity to divert attention away from internal affairs, thereby turning people’s gaze elsewhere.

This is especially effective if the target is a country that has been a bitter rival since ancient times.

This method actually works so well that it has survived even as various communication media have developed.

Of course, you need to have a certain level of competence to successfully divert attention; if you lack even that, you will just end up getting heavily criticized.

In particular, since a single misstep could lead to war, it is an area where one must act with extreme caution.

"At this rate, a real war might break out. And it’s not just Mountain they’ll be fighting; it looks like they’re going to fight Avalon too."

In that sense, Alfheim’s attempt can be seen as having backfired in the worst possible way.

Well, in truth, that method itself usually leads to the worst-case scenario—namely, war—so it was to be expected.

The problem was that because they drew so much aggro, they dragged in not just Mountain, but Avalon as well.

Honestly speaking, Avalon’s own military power isn’t that great, but its religious influence is the real issue.

Not only can they summon all the paladins serving across the world, but there are also priests of Aris within Alfheim itself.

Of course, if Alfheim had any sense, they would expel them beforehand, but doing so would highly likely trigger a holy war.

"Is there any way I can do something about this?"

"Just as Alfheim wants..."

"Not that."

Tsk.

When I cut her off instantly, a strange reaction came from Elia.

She clicked her tongue, whether out of disappointment or some other meaning.

I stared at her, but as if pretending I had misheard, Elia was already pondering other thoughts.

"If that’s difficult, you can just help me grow, as I mentioned earlier. Just the fact that I’ve returned can serve as a sort of symbol."

"Just like Ludwig ahjussi, right?"

"Yes. Since Ludwig has also become the person with the highest standing after the Hero."

First of all, to prevent war, Elia’s return is the top priority.

The problem was that there was no telling what kind of bullshit the Senate would pull, so this had to be prevented in advance.

"If I were to be assassinated, the Senate would shamelessly act as if I had ascended."

"Are you talking about the Pilgrims?"

"It’s different from the Pilgrims. Should I say it’s closer to a kind of faith? At any rate, I think the timing of my return will be the most important."

"What if you can’t return even by Christmas?"

This was the most important thing. Because it brought back memories of last year’s Christmas.

Asking to leave Ludwig in his hometown, promising to take an advance on the next wish.

Those words kept lingering in my mind, making me worry about this upcoming Christmas.

"I hadn’t considered that... but if that’s really the case, I suppose I’ll have to half-give up too, right?"

"Give up on returning to Alfheim?"

"Not completely giving up, but it means returning at the right timing would be difficult."

There were too many variables to consider, which made things quite troublesome.

It would be different if I could act directly, but all I could do was write posts on the Gallery.

Furthermore, since I had plenty of my own work to do right now, finding the right timing was tricky.

"But you said the Senate put forward their racial supremacy, right?"

"According to a friend I know, yes. Are Elves originally like that?"

"Yes."

Elia replied in a voice that showed she didn’t need to hesitate for even a single second.

Given that she, who was usually so objective, gave such a short answer, one could roughly grasp the racial traits of the Elves.

"For starters, the World Tree’s history is much longer than that of the Holy Kingdom. Because of that alone, Elves can’t help but be boastful."

"It’s not just because Elves were the first to find the World Tree, is it?"

"Oh, come on. What a disappointing thing to say. The gods themselves directly entrusted the management to the Elves."

"So you’re following those words too?"

"No? I just purely like trees."

"..."

Right. That’s so like Elia.

I chuckled and let it go. How absurd would the ancient gods be if they saw Elia?

"More than that, what I was cautious about was racial supremacy... I’m getting increasingly anxious."

"Racial supremacy? Didn’t you give a speech in the past saying ’Elves are the best!’ or something like that?"

"D-Did you see that? How embarrassing."

Of course I did. It was such a hit that it proudly made it to the Recommended Posts back then.

At my words, Elia’s pale cheeks flushed red as she spoke cautiously.

"Actually, that’s far from supremacy. It wasn’t supremacy, but simply inspiring pride."

"Pride..."

"Yes. Until I took power, Alfheim had almost no notable strengths other than the World Tree."

Elia was heavily criticized internationally due to her unique tree-planting campaign, but her domestic evaluation was different.

Because she instantly elevated the status of Alfheim, which had been evaluated as the most boring country in the world.

Starting with importing Mephisto’s sports, all the way to drawing massive investments into academia.

It was just overshadowed by her crazy obsession, but she was someone who had achieved great things.

It wasn’t for nothing that the Senate couldn’t even utter a peep against her, and even though she had entered the Forest of the Four Seasons, she still had many die-hard supporters.Read this novel at novelping dot com for the best experience.

"No race in the world has ever come to a good end by championing racial supremacy. Even the expulsion of the Dark Elves is treated as a dark history."

"That was before you were even born."

"A shameful past is still a shameful past."

"So tree-planting isn’t a shameful past?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

"..."

Sssip. That sounds even more dangerous.

I couldn’t hide my bitterness at Elia, who asked back with pure innocence.

’Is the Elven race defective in some specific area?’

I couldn’t help but think so.

At the same time, I became even more curious about who the god who created the Elves was.

It was highly likely to be Sera, the creator of the Meat Forest and Wine Pool, but it wasn’t confirmed.

If so, some related records should have remained, but there were almost none.

There was only a record that the gods had entrusted the World Tree to the Elves.

"Anyway, we can’t ruin things because of racial supremacy. Oh, by any chance, was there anything similar in the era Grylls-nim lived in?"

"There was plenty, right? Just living in the world, supremacy is everywhere."

For starters, dividing people’s worth by race.

Just think of the discrimination Black people faced in the United States up until fifty years ago.

Supremacy was, in fact, practically a chronic disease unique to humanity.

"There were also cases of persecuting others simply because of their birth, right?"

"Plenty."

"Oh! Then were there events like the expulsion of the Dark Elves?"

"Uh... well..."

There were. And relatively recently, at that.

The problem was that the process was so horrific that it was beyond words.

I pondered how to explain this, then casually said to Elia.

"Do you want to go to the library with me for a bit?"

"Yes! I’d love to!"

Since it was still winter, there were many customers visiting the bathhouse.

However, since we had some leisure time right now, visiting the library wasn’t difficult.

"Could you give me a book related to Nazi Germany?"

[My Strug...]

"Not that one."

Thus, I showed Elia the extreme evils of supremacy.

"...They wouldn’t even be useful as fertilizer for trees."

I could see her marveling in many ways.

If you want to see the extreme side of malice, Nazi Germany is the best example.

Genocide was a frequent occurrence historically, but Nazi Germany was the only one to treat it as an ’industry’.

Naturally, a machine automatically dismantling a fish feels more brutal than a human doing it by hand.

Moreover, while dismantling by hand takes a long time, a machine does it in less than a second.

That sense of dissonance has the effect of amplifying the cruelty even further.

"You shouldn’t do this when you return later, okay?"

"If it were me, I would have invested all of this labor into planting trees."

"...Yeah. That would indeed be better."

At any rate, as I shared trivial conversations with Elia, the end of winter approached before we knew it.

The situation outside was very complicated, but there was nothing I could resolve immediately.

"Wonmo-ya. Ah~"

"Ah~"

For now, I should just play while taking care of cute Wonmo.

Perhaps because he had hibernated, his fur and flesh had puffed up so much that he went beyond plump and became downright chubby.

That made him even cuter, and since he had just woken up, I was feeding him.

Although Wonmo had now grown strong enough to protect himself, in my eyes, he was still a cute baby.

"Tyranno too, ah~"

"Ah~"

Of course, Tyranno was just as cute.

Recently, he had been shedding his skin more frequently; what used to be once a month had decreased to once every fortnight.

Each time, his size grew, and now he was almost similar in size to Wonmo.

"Ppiiiik!"

Flash!

That wasn’t all.

Perhaps because he received education from Vanir once every two weeks.

He was gradually starting to use magic, and recently, he even cast Light magic.

In terms of circles, it was a simple 2nd-circle spell, but Tyranno was a hatchling who hadn’t been born long.Visit novelp⁠ing.com for the full chapter.

In essence, it was like a three-year-old child casting magic, which was truly an amazing achievement.

’The frequency of him walking on two legs has increased lately, hasn’t it?’

Watching the children grow up so rapidly filled me with deep emotion.

I didn’t know how much longer we would live in the Forest of the Four Seasons, but I worried about the time they would become independent.

’I wonder if these kids will be able to get along well outside.’

While looking after the children, I turned my head.

"Uhehehe."

Lackey, who was lying on the bed like an unemployed slacker reading a novel, caught my eye.

A famous game fantasy novel that had once caused a massive sensation in the Republic of Korea.

Watching him read that while greedily devouring roasted sweet potatoes, he looked like the definition of an unemployed slacker.

"Kids. You must never become like that, okay?"

"Woong?"

"Ppiik?"

"I’m telling you to live diligently."

Lackey was also living diligently, but whenever I saw him slacking off occasionally, I found him pathetic.

It felt like watching someone who had plenty of talent and could grow more if they put in the effort, but chose not to.

Yet, if I forced him to do something, he would just do a half-assed job, making him a real headache.

’Well, as long as he earns his keep.’

After taking decent care of the children, I accessed the Gallery during my break.

Perhaps thanks to Alfheim’s splendid misdeeds, there were quite a few posts cursing the Elves.

Of course, the Elves also claimed it was unfair, saying they didn’t agree with the Senate’s opinion, but their numbers were minimal.

They were pitiful in many ways, but what could be done? Unless the Senate purged itself, it was all in vain.

Title) Happy Husband

(Video of a father seeing off his wife and son boarding a train until the very end)

This is a father watching his wife and son leave for her parents’ home.

↳ Lmao, so...

↳ He looks happy

↳ I wonder how good he feels? lol

↳ Isn’t the dad liking it way too much? Lmao

It was while I was browsing the Gallery.

Ancient memes were constantly being unearthed, and occasionally, many interesting videos were uploaded.

’Wait a minute. Isn’t this a video where the father is left alone because of war?’

The problem was that there were many parts where people who didn’t know the context laughed hysterically.

It was a bit uncomfortable to see a father sacrificing himself for his family being portrayed as an immature father.

↳ Wild Grylls) It’s the opposite. It’s a video of only the father staying behind while evacuating his wife and son because of war;;

↳ Really?

↳ Wild Grylls) Yeah, by my standards, it was a relatively recent war, so I remember it.

↳ OP, they say that’s the case?

↳ Wow. Hearing Grylls’s words, suddenly the video...

↳ ...looks sad;;

↳ The saying ’my laughter is not real laughter’ fits perfectly;;

↳ Now that I look closely, is the mom crying too?

↳ OP, change the title;;

↳ It’s already on the Recommended Posts, so they probably can’t change the title?

↳ Grylls, is that a war you fought in?

↳ Wild Grylls)

↳ No, that’s a war in another country.

The one I was presumed to have fought in was a war where the entire world was engulfed in the flames of disaster.

It was a memory I didn’t particularly want to recall, so I brushed it off.

As I enthusiastically explored the Gallery like this, winter passed before I knew it.

The customers who visited the bathhouse also returned one by one, and it was time to gradually make plans.

’First, let’s go to Daejeon.’

Since the me in my recollections also headed to Daejeon, there must be something there.

Accordingly, I called Cheongseol and asked her to head toward the World Tree roots.

For some reason, since I had spent this winter with Cheongseol, there was no problem.

"...Why is that guy still there?"

I was confronted with the eagle-owl still settled on our World Tree roots.

Also.

"Master. Isn’t that a nest?"

"A nest? You say it’s a nest?"

"There are even eggs."

Not only was there a nest, but it had even laid eggs.

"...What is this, a kestrel?"

An uncomfortable neighbor had appeared.