Did I become an Elf?

"Aaaaaaaaah it hurts!"

As Lawrence stares at the ceiling, all he can think of is the aching pain in his stomach.

Ugh, What happened? Why Does my stomach hurt so much? The last thing I remembered was I was out fighting the demon lord's army led by one of the Great demon generals.

*Sigh*

I must have been injured huh?. Just my luck, well nothing new, a common soldier like me who doesn't belong to the nobility and has no special talent is no different than cannon fodder, people like me get sent out and get injured all the time

The truly unlucky ones don't even make it back alive and just ends up being one of the unrecognisable pieces of meat on the ground

But where am I? I don't remember our army setting up this shabby-looking wooden house. And why the fuck am I naked? Did we run out of a blanket or something?

I am also lying on a bed made from leaves. Who the fuck made this? I don't even remember our army bringing a bunch of leaves. I mean who brings a bunch of leaves when fighting against the demon lords' army

I know some can use fire, ice, water, earth, wind, lightning . But I don't know anyone who can summon a tree or even a single piece of leaf.

That power belongs to the dryads that were extinct hundreds of years ago. And we are also in the middle of the dead lands, not to mention trees, even a single insect won't survive here.

The dead lands have demonic fumes that kill all living beings that get exposed to them. That is why our expedition is mainly composed of people who can use aura to protect themselves from it.

Although it is very taxing to constantly use our aura, we didn't have a choice because the dead land is slowly getting bigger and bigger and it won't be long before it reaches our capital city.

They must have transported me somewhere huh? I guess my injury is worse than I initially thought.

I can't believe they transported me outside of the dead land. That kind of treatment only applies to royals and nobles, even some merchants if they are rich enough. Did they mistake me for someone else or something?

As for a commoner like me, well they just send healers if we got injured, they don't even waste healing potions on us. They say potions are for emergencies, or if you're important enough I guess.

As Lawrence tries to stand up, he immediately notices something different in his body, and it's not the aching pain in his stomach.

Hmmm that's weird, why do I feel so weak, and what's wrong with my body I look so white and thin.

Was I sleeping for a long time that my body started to burn up all my muscles for nutrients? That's impossible though, even an aura user like me can only last for a few days without food and water.

Did those bastards throw me to the slums and leave me here. I knew it, those bastards won't even bother to give me a healing potion, let alone transport me to a safer place.

But this is definitely not what the slums smell like, I've been to the slums to visit some of my injured comrades in the army who couldn't work anymore and only relied on the food ration from the city

Sometimes I visit the wife or daughter of my old comrades who died in battles to blow off some steam I mean to help them with their daily necessities.

This place smells like trees, herbs and even flowers. I'm in a forest, I am definitely in a forest.

Which forest though?, fuck I hope I won't get eaten by some beast after I walk out of this house. I don't remember a single forest that is hospitable enough for people to settle in.

Who's crazy enough to live in a place where you can get mauled and eaten by monsters at any given time. I am definitely not one of them.

Still, this smell reminds me of the days before I was forced to be drafted as a soldier.

Even as a commoner, my dream was to become one of the renowned alchemists in the kingdom. But when I tried to study at an alchemist school, I was immediately rejected by the guards before even entering the gate.

They said only nobles could become an alchemist. But still, I didn't give up, I used up all my savings from hunting goblins while being a low-rank adventurer to buy all the alchemy books that I could.

I managed to work at the biggest herb shop in the capital that sells common to the rarest alchemy ingredients in the kingdom while hoping that one day, one of the alchemists who frequently visit the herb shop would be interested enough in me and allow me to become one of his disciples.

*sigh*

Our kingdom has strict laws regarding concocting potions, only alchemists and alchemists in training are allowed to concoct potions. As for their social status, there are some alchemists and alchemists in training who are commoners but there are very few of them.

Unfortunately, before I even managed to become one. I was drafted to become a soldier. The kingdom's commoners do not have an option to agree or reject, whether you are a man or a woman once you are drafted to be one of the soldiers you can only comply or die.

"It's been 20 years since then huh, I'm being sentimental after a near-death experience, I guess it's true, your life does pass by your eyes before your death hahaha. "

*creak*

*creak*

*creak*

Hm think I'm hearing footsteps outside the door

"Dear, are you awake?"

After seeing the person that entered the door, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The person is 170cm tall, perfect face, porcelain white skin, white hair with an hourglass figure and C-cup breasts.

Her appearance looks so pure that I feel like I might taint her by just being near her. Her looks eclipse all the noble women and even royalties that I have seen back in the capital.

She is exactly what the ancient books describe them to be she is an

" E E-lf"