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Despite Ascon's pleas, Jiselle's fist did not stop. Ascon gradually lost consciousness.

'Why am I being beaten here?'

The boundary between dreams and reality is gradually collapsing, and the pain is gradually fading away.

He happily accepted the phenomenon.

'Ah, good. It doesn't hurt anymore. Well, that's right. No matter how well you beat someone, if they get hit this hard, they should pass out. Hehe, in the end, I won. I won!'

A handsome middle-aged male elf appeared before Ascon's eyes as he was losing consciousness.

'grandfather!'

It was my grandfather, whom I had only seen in portraits when I was young. I think he passed away about 100 years ago?

'I'm saying I'm handsome because I take after my grandfather. Hehe.'

The elf that appeared in front of me smiled kindly and waved his hand as if telling me to come over.

'Ah, I'm going now, Grandpa.'

Ascon's consciousness slowly began to move. It seemed that if he held his grandfather's hand, everything would be at ease.

At one moment, behind my grandfather, a huge, green tree appeared that seemed to cover the world.

'The time has finally come to become one with the World Tree.'

Ascon approached his grandfather with a joyful heart. Now his soul will rest in the arms of the World Tree served by the elves.

Then, suddenly, the world turned blood red and everything began to tear apart.

Someone whispered in Ascon's ear as he was flustered.

"You need to come to your senses. Where are you going?"

Flash!

"Waaaaaaah! Grandpa!"

Ascon opened his eyes wide in pain as if his soul was being ripped out. His grandfather and the World Tree had both disappeared.

The reality was that I was still being beaten like a dog.

I thought I was going to faint, but I came to my senses like this!

There really is no answer to this. Even if I want to die, I can't, and even if I want to lose my mind, I can't.

In this case, I thought it would be better to just live quietly.

Ascon himself was surprised by the sudden increase in his desire to survive.

"Please save me… … Mad lord… … ."

But Jiselle didn't stop her fists.

As the endless screams of Ascon began to die down and the stars began to twinkle, Jiselle's fist finally stopped.

"Wow, it's already this late? You're so absorbed in the cooking, aren't you? As expected of an elf… … No, a human."

Ascon just sat on the floor and sobbed. I couldn't figure out why he didn't faint.

Neither dying nor passing out, just continuing to suffer? This was the worst punishment for truly long-lived elves.

"You just have to be a representative, a soldier, and a helper… … That's it. Why are you hitting me instead of just saying it… … That's it. Sob."

"Um, I was so focused on testing a new cure that I forgot to stop. Sorry."

The elves looked tired at those words. They said that they had just forgotten to watch all day. On top of that, they admitted that they had experimented on human bodies.

Other elves had also been treated comfortably by the nobles several times. That's why the nobles couldn't handle them and sold them.

At first I thought I could be comfortable here like that too, but now I think a little differently.

'You shouldn't provoke that kid. He's really crazy.'

Tension began to creep into the loose minds of the elves.

When it seemed like discipline had been restored, Jiselle looked at Ascon and asked.

"Are you going to be human from today? You're going to be reborn, right?"

Ascon hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes tightly and answered.

"Yes, I am a human being with pointy ears. I want to tear off my ears too."

I also threw away my racial identity. I have to throw it away to live. If the human in front of me wants me to change my race, I have to change it.

"Has anger management disorder been cured? That's not good, so it definitely needs to be treated."

Ascon answered that question in a firm voice.

"Yes, I am an anger management expert from today. I don't need any more treatment."

Under the guidance of Jiselle, Ascon was reborn, cured of his illness and even changed his race.

And you even gain the ability to control your anger to your heart's content.

* * *

Giselle, who had corrected the discipline of the elves, was momentarily lost in thought.

It would take time to create a new type of unit that didn't exist in the territory. The elves' stamina was too low to give them rigorous training right away.

You need to build up at least some physical strength to be able to move as you wish.

"Well, who should I entrust with my physical training? Everyone is busy, so there's no one suitable."

Gillian is already in charge of training and managing the knights. Kaor is a guy who would do it half-heartedly and slacken off if left to his own devices.

"We needed someone who could really get us to exercise as quickly as possible," Gillian said cautiously to the troubled Giselle.

"How about leaving it to Gordon?"

"Gordon?"

"Yes, I don't know about anything else, but he's the one who works out the hardest to build muscle. I can teach you the basics."

"Hmm, not bad."

Gordon was the only one who worked hard at exercise, even though other mercenaries were drinking and partying. He never stopped exercising.

Because I believe that 'muscle loss' is the greatest sin in life.

If you just follow Gordon while he exercises, your physical strength will improve a lot.

"I can't build any real muscle, but I can teach you the basics. Okay, I'll leave it to Gordon."

After making her decision, Giselle went straight to see Gordon.

These days, even knights are actively participating in training. They have to do it if they don't want to die.

So during break time, everyone was busy sleeping and resting without even drinking.

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However, Gordon reduced his rest time and focused on exercising. He couldn't build up much muscle through mana training or swordsmanship training alone.

I worked so hard that I quickly regained the muscles I had lost while learning the exercises.

For him, big muscles were his life's goal and greatest pride.

"Huh? Gordon isn't here?"

Gordon was not in the gym where he always worked out. Wondering why he was resting, Giselle went to the knights' quarters.

"Huh? What's going on, my lord?"

Gordon greeted Giselle with a slightly tired expression. He seemed to be a little smaller than usual.

Jiselle glanced at him briefly and asked.

"What's going on? You said you were losing muscle mass but you never stopped working out, and now you're resting? Do you think you've lost some muscle mass? Are you really tired these days?"

Then Gordon answered with a smirk.

"I don't exercise much anymore. I'm busy."

"Why? Aren't you afraid of muscle loss? What are you busy with?"

"When I learn to write, the world looks different. That's why I write. If I don't write even for a day, I feel a 'loss of writing.'"

"Huh, you write? What do you write?"

"I'm writing a literary novel. It's based on a classic story, and I'm creating something that will move people, teach them lessons, and help them realize the truth of life. Hehe."

Gordon brushed his sleek hair back and made a cocky expression. Just looking at his expression, he looked like a great historical writer had descended.

"and...."

Giselle looked at Gordon with a puzzled expression. That guy is writing?

Judging from the fact that he was talking about literature and classics, it seemed like he had studied a lot.

'I just taught them how to write, but it really changed someone's life!'

Gillian, whose expression barely changed, also looked at Gordon with a slightly surprised look.

Gordon, sensing her gaze, spoke with an arrogant expression again.

"It's not finished yet, but would you like to read it? I'm also curious about your literary eye. If you have any opinions, please let me know."

Even the way he spoke seemed a little arrogant. Jiselle nodded with a sheepish expression.

Then Gordon put his hand in his groin, wiggled it a few times, and took out a small book.

'Why is that kid always taking things out of there? No, how does it all fit in there? Did he have a subspace pocket or something?'

Jiselle took the book with an uneasy look on her face.

And the moment I saw the title on the cover, my body froze for a moment.

[Transparent Sword Master]

"… … The title is amazing."

"Hehehe, the content is even more amazing. Come on, read it quickly."

"No… … I'm a bit busy right now, so I'll read it later. But it seems like you don't know much about the Master. Being transparent probably doesn't mean much."

"Huh? What do you mean? If it's transparent, you can't see it? Then it must be really strong."

"Even if it's transparent, it's useless because it detects movement. At that level, being invisible isn't really a problem. This is a little less probable… … ."

Before he could finish speaking, Gordon responded angrily.

"This transparent master doesn't even feel a presence! Even presence becomes transparent! So you can't feel it at all! That's the setting! What's the probability!"

"...okay."

I have nothing to say since that's what the creator said. Jiselle was lost in thought for a moment.

'You can't see it, but you can't hear it? In that case, it would be better to create a mana zone, confine it, and then find out the sense of incongruity… … That would require a lot of mana, but… … Wait, isn't there another way?'

If such a being really exists, it would be terrifying. How would you fight someone like that?

Something new and enlightening was brewing in Giselle's head.

Jiselle loves fighting as much as anyone else and is full of a competitive spirit. It would be incredibly frustrating if she couldn't do anything because she was transparent. She absolutely can't stand that.

He soon shook his head as he tried to fight the imaginary enemy he had created in his head. Suddenly, he felt a sense of inferiority.

'No, what the hell is this? What kind of transparent sword master is this? Where is this kind of thing?'

Even though I thought it would be better to just throw it away, I still had regrets.

A corner of my head felt ticklish. It seemed like if I dug a little deeper, I would be able to gain some insight.

Eventually, Giselle decided to be honest with herself.

'Hmm, I should read this novel and do some virtual training when I have time. If I do it well, I think I'll find a new way to use mana. It'll be fun.'

Jiselle, who had found something to play with, picked up her book and continued talking.

"I'm going to give you a new mission."

"Yes? What is your mission? I'm busy with training and writing… … If I take even one day off, I'll 'lose my writing'… … ."

"The elves' physical training instructor. If you don't want to do it, someone else will do it."

"Huh? I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Gordon just smiled broadly and rubbed his palms together.

Although he became a knight, he did not hold any particular position within the territory.

If you get one of these, you can walk around with your shoulders back and show off. And given the lord's personality, if you take on more work, you'll get paid more.

To be honest, I've been envious of Gillian's ability to run the knights more than once.

'If I can do it, I can do it better than that old fart!'

Gordon, who harbored such ambitions, could not miss this opportunity.

"But don't elves just use spirits and stuff? Is it okay to make physical training difficult?"

"What are spirits… … . They don't know how to do anything, so make sure to use them properly."

All elves boast a high affinity for spirits. It was only natural that Gordon would think of spirits when he heard the word elf.

But the elves who came this time were so drunk on alcohol and tobacco that they couldn't even see nature, so they would have lost that ability a long time ago.

Giselle raised her fist at Gordon and warned him.

"You know what, if you don't do it properly because you're blinded by the beauty of the elves? I know you'll have to go through special training."

"Okay! Don't worry!"

Gordon shouted confidently, even snorting.

Soon the elves gathered in the training ground. Gordon, who was teaching someone for the first time, shouted with excitement.

"I am Gordon, your training instructor from now on! I am the strongest man in this territory next to the lord, so trust and follow me!"

The elves were dead. They had no desire to do physical training, since their occupation was to just play and eat.

Ascon, the representative who should have been opposing, had a blank expression on his face the whole time, as if his soul had already left him.

Gordon, who was clueless, went straight into training without even noticing the atmosphere.

"From now on, just do as I say! Got it! Aren't you going to answer?"

"yes...."

"What's with that voice! Be loud! Be loud, no matter what! Ouch! Ouch! Be this loud!"

"evil!"

"Yeah! I told you to do it with that kind of spirit!"

Gordon was thrilled. It felt great to have someone do what he said.

"Okay! Today is the first day, so let's just do 100 light push-ups! Just watch me do it and follow along for the form! One! Two! Three! Four! What are you doing? Hurry up and follow along!"

Like an ignorant person, he was busy showing off without any consideration for the other person.

The elves began to follow Gordon awkwardly.

"One… … ."

"Duuul… … ."

"Oh my… … I can't do it!"

Most elves collapsed before they could do even ten. Even push-ups were too much of an exercise for their delicate physique.

Gordon felt very frustrated.

"What the heck! Why can't I even do 100! Damn it! You useless things! Get up! Then let's start with running! Let's just do 100 laps!"

I forcibly got them up and ran with them. However, from the second lap onwards, many elves started to fall down.

"Hey! You useless bastards! Old Gillian is going to make us do it harder! Let's take a break and then do it again!"

Gordon was so impatient that he got angry all the time.

It was my first time taking on a job. I thought I was finally getting recognition, but I was worried that I would get fired if I didn't do it properly.

The same goes for the elves. It was driving me crazy to think that they were going to keep doing this. And besides, that kid only seemed to know the number 100.

This can't go on. I had to find a way.

The squatting elves winked at each other and began to make subtle temptations to Gordon.