Here’s the Mission. Your Mission Is to Burn the Elf Village and Eliminate the Terrorist Leader, Sylphina Bloommarin - Chapter 8

“This sandwich is delicious.”

Bread with a mixture of eggs and seasonings.

Simple but tasty.

“Yeah, there was a cook who popularized this, about 300 years ago.”

“You know him?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t mention it otherwise. We traveled together for a short time.”

She is a witch who has lived for 500 years. So she has a lot of experience.

I’m sure I’m not the first person she has traveled with like this.

“His family name was Sandwich.

I was with him for about a year selling them.

I didn’t think this name would last this long.”

Sylphy looks at the sandwich with nostalgia and puts it in her mouth.

She may look like a young girl, but she has a very different appearance.

I guess I have to call her big sister.

“I suppose it’s a more famous surname nowadays than Bloomarine.

“More famous than the name ‘Witch Sylph’.”

“Of course it is. After all, my name is beyond history.”

A witch who lives beyond history, 500 years in the past.

I wonder what kind of event caused her to be engraved in history…

“Hey, Sylphy. May I ask you a rude question?”

“No. No, you can’t be rude.”

“That makes it hard if you say that. But I thought you should know.”

Sylphy finished her sandwich with a munch and drank her coffee.

She slowly finished her meal and looked into my eyes.

“Good. I’ll forgive some rudeness.”

“You’ve been alive for 500 years, but how did you keep that body?

You look like you’re in your early teenage years.”

No matter how long the elves live, they will always look like a human in their early twenties.

It’s not like dwarves, who are short, to begin with, and extraordinary is extraordinary.

“Phew, that sure is a rude question. Don’t do that to anyone but me, okay?

There’s no way to answer that when it’s just an individual difference or just stunted growth.”

“So you’re saying yours isn’t.”

Sylphy nods to my words.

“I left half of my strength behind 500 years ago.

My body stopped growing since then.”

“You left half your power….? Is that what half  of your power is….?”

Only half after doing things like the simultaneous use of the three magics that dried my clothes earlier.

I wonder how powerful this woman really is.

“Don’t be so complimentary. You haven’t even seen the full force of half my strength yet, have you?”

“…. Hey, Sylphy. You could have beaten Wallace, couldn’t you?”

“That Sword Saint? There are never guarantees in a battle…, but I don’t think I would have lost.”

…..Then why did we run away, earlier?

I was thinking about it, but well, I guess I chose a sure escape over the risk of fighting.

“So what’s this thing about leaving the power behind?”

Sylphy lets out a deep sigh.

She seems to be remembering something. But she doesn’t want to remember, her beloved past.

“Hey, John. Do you know who the word ‘brave’ refers to?”

Who does the word ‘brave’ refer to? There is no information on that.

The name that had been given to the command, the interest that Wallace had shown, the image of goodness that I had. That’s all there is to it. Beyond that, I have no idea who the word was referring to.

“It’s me. The code name ‘brave’ refers to me.”

“Damn, yes. That was it. Sorry, bad question.”

“I’m kidding. Someone worthy of being called a brave man in this world.”

In honor of his greatness, he was being called ‘hero’.

Somehow I know that much.

“That’s right. For me, there is only one man who comes to mind when I hear the title ‘brave’.”

“Who in the world is he? Who is this brave man you think of?”

“The hero who stopped the Demon King 500 years ago, that’s the hero. His name was George.”

500 years ago, Sylphy is a witch who already has lived for 500 years.

She left half of her power behind, and from that moment she stopped growing.

“Did that by any chance have something to do with “I left my power behind”?”

“Yes… You are very perceptive.”

Sylphy sips her coffee as she says this.

“It was 500 years ago, when I was still as old as I look now…..

The Demon Lord of the Land of Orcs was about to finish his invasion of this world.

It was only a matter of time before the land of men, the land of elves, and the land of dwarves would fall.”

It’s a history that didn’t exist in the information that was put into me.

It’s probably a story that everyone knows, but it wasn’t in my mind.

“I was born with an enormous amount of power in anticipation of the battle against the Demon King.

I was chosen by the Elven God. And together with my friends, I fought against the Demon King.

At the end of it, I lost half of my power, and that man risked his own life.”

Beyond the words she speaks without hesitation, I feel her thoughts.

I am sure that Sylphy is still mourning the death of that brave man, George.

“They called him brave and courageous in honor of risking his life to seal the Demon King.”

It’s not hard to imagine that the battle 500 years ago was spectacular…

Sylphy lost half of her strength and a man who was strong enough to be called a brave man died.

“I don’t know any heroes like that man. Except the man himself.”

“I shouldn’t have called myself a brave man, should I…?”

“I don’t know. You were just given that code name, weren’t you?”

Sylphy is right. It’s not that I actively called myself that.

I was just given the name.

“Whether or not you will be a man worthy of being called brave is up to you from now on.

But yes, I can’t tell you to be like him.”

I could only silently accept her words.

“….. his actions are noble. No amount of respect can ever be enough.

But there wasn’t a single fellow who wanted him to do so, to lay down his life.”