Reincarnated In The World Of The Last Game I Played - Chapter 13

It wasn’t long after Athena and co had departed the village and flew over the Misty Forest, or the Forest of the Elves, as it was more commonly known, and Athena was trying not to vomit.

“I… I will never drink again…”

Last night, the village had thrown a party for Athena, Anemus and Fotiá for ridding them of the village chief’s oppressive gang.

Athena thought it was all unnecessary, but she was curious about the alcohol in this world and the girls, even the grimera, were having fun.

“That’s why I warned you. You’ve never had a drink in these three hundred years, why would you start now?” Anemus said while hugging Fotiá that she slept like there was no tomorrow.

“L-let’s find a place to land. I need some time…Ugh!”

“Ruuurrrrgh!” The grimera complained when he heard Athena’s gags of vomit.

“O-there!” Anemus pointed terribly to a clearing with a crystal clear lake in the middle of the forest.

The grimera quickly dove to the ground in a hurry and as soon as it landed, Athena jumped off the animal’s back and left a brown, green, and yellow wave from its mouth.

“Ruurth…” The Grimera sighed.

“Ugh!” Anemus felt nauseous. “I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see anything!” She tried to convince herself by imagining a beautiful rainbow.

After almost vomiting her own soul, Athena sat under the shade of a tree with her face lifeless, watching Anemus, Fotiá and the giant winged lion playing catch.

“I’m going to get some sleep… Grimera, if anything happens to them, I’m going to wear a white coat starting tomorrow.” Athena said as she lay down and closed her eyes.

Minutes later, Athena tried to ignore it, but the noise around her was inevitable.

“For love, children! You can do it…” Athena was saying when she got up and found herself surrounded by people with long ears and golden hair pointing armed bows at her. “What the fuck…”

In addition to the elves that surrounded her, another ten surrounded the grimera, Fotiá and Anemus who were protected by a barrier made of Photia’s Flame Shield and Anemus’ Wind Protection.

“What the hell do you want?” Athena asked calmly rubbing her temples.

“You entered our forest without permission. I ask, what do you intend to do here?” Asked an elf who wore too little to be a warrior or priestess.

“I was just resting. Are you going to say that the elves became uncivilized after three hundred years?”

The elves in the game were one of the players’ favorite races because the elves NPC were easy to increase affinity, and the most commonly found magic items were elves, although they were no better than dwarves.

The elf signaled the warriors and archers to back off and approached Athena. She wore only a thick vellum that covered important parts and her silky hair fell in golden cascades to the floor. She was a beautiful woman.

“Who and what are you.” The elf asked not looking at Athena but looking at the turbulent layer of mana coming out of the woman’s body.

Most people could feel the mana, but few could see it with the naked eye. It took years of training to be able to observe mana, and that training did not always bear fruit, so few tried for fear of wasting years for nothing.

However, elves didn’t care about the time, while some races lived to a few hundred years, they could live thousands, maybe even tens of thousands of years and so there were a large number of them who could see the mana of everything that has life in the world.

“Don’t you think it’s rude to talk to a person without looking at them?” Athena said with displeasure.

“Pardon?”

“You asked what and who I am, you didn’t introduce yourself, and you kept looking at one there what when you talked to me. That’s pretty rude of you.”

“Oh!” The elf made a shocked expression. “I am Nimo, elder of the mist elves.” She said.

Athena made an expression of confusion. There wasn’t a race like ‘fog elves’ in the game, and the elves in front of her were no different from the high elves.

“I know what you’re thinking. We’re not that different from the high elves, and we really aren’t. But that aside, you haven’t introduced yourself yet.”

“I am Athena, high-human paladin.” Athena said and hugged Fotiá who ran to her.

“I think not…”

“What?”

“I don’t think you’re a paladin, let alone a high-human.”

“She is high-human but not a paladin.” Anemus said as she approached being followed by the grimera and other elves.

Athena looked at Anemus with obvious confusion. “? I’m a paladin…?”

“No, it’s not!” Anemus rebutted harder.

Athena looked at the elf and pointed at herself with watery eyes. “Paladin?”

“Eh? Ah! It’s… Sorry. Your mana is as evil as a pixie.” Nimo replied disconcertedly.

“But… I want to be nice…”

The elves walked away not knowing what to do. Despite hours having passed, her having slept, vomited and slept again, Athena was still a little drunk and even before reincarnating, she was always a sentimental drunk.

Athena cried a little and slept. Later, when she woke up with the memories, she wanted to bury her head in the land of shame.

“So, you said my mana is evil. Why?”

Nimo watched Athena’s mana closely and had no doubts. Once upon a time, Athena’s mana was once pure, perhaps the purest that ever lived, but now, above the thin azure bed, it had a dense, sinister black mana that is only found in demons and assassins.

“Have you ever killed anyone?” Nimo asked.

“Not willingly, they volunteered.” Athena responded with the best face she’d ever had.

“Nine men simply tripped on the tip of her sword.” Anemus said in a voice full of sarcasm.

“No. One I killed with magic and the other was Fotiá who killed.” Athena said pouting.

“Eh?? A little girl killed a man?”

“Fotiá didn’t kill a man!!!” Fotiá refused.

“Yes, she killed a pig.”

“Oink, oink!” Fotiá grunted and grabbed Athena’s cheeks. “Athena, Fotiá is hungry.”

Athena looked up at the sky and the high sun indicated noon. Athena looked at Fotiá and the others. “Let’s eat?”

***

Not far from there, in the village a knight leaning on his/her horse came to a remote village far north of Reiden.

“Good afternoon, are you alright?” A shepherd asked as he passed the horse.

“H-hunger…” The knight said.

“It’s just in time. I’m going to lunch, want to come?”

“Thanks.”

…

….

“Whew! I thought this was the end of me. Thanks again.” Said the knight.

“You’re welcome. We’ve just received the kindness of a traveler like you, nothing more fair than treating a traveler like her, in the same way she treated us.” Said the woman stirring the wood in the stove.

“Heeh…? What was this person like? What race?”

“She was very beautiful, and race… She was human, right?” Said the shepherd.

“If you said she was an angel, I would agree.” The woman said.

“And the appearance?”

“She had long hair like yours, she was tall for such a young girl and had green eye.”

“Can you tell me which direction she went?”

Husband and wife looked at each other. “You know her?”

“Huh? No, but I have to find her.”

“Why?”

“W-why…? Well, she’s a high-human.” The knight said and both people laughed.

“It can’t be, uh… High-human? Everyone knows they’re evil like the plague.” Said the pastor in disbelief.

“Where did you get these ideas, sir?” Asked the woman just pour a mug of greasy milk for the knight and her husband.

“I found a scroll of the soul that belongs to this person.”

“Parchment of what?” The shepherd asked and the knight disagreed, thinking he didn’t make sense to talk about it any further.

After resting and leaving a silver coin for his/her new friends and having a direction to go, the knight left.

Meanwhile, Athena entered the wake of the fog elves.. A very interesting place for her lust.