Awakened by my cheat skill , I ended up reviving the ancient Demon Lord Army. ~The Strongest Healer

"Sister, this country is amazing. Surrounded by the woods, the sunlight is warm"

"Right, Illis. If it's such a good environment, maybe as many times as you want to come."

Arriving in the land of the elves, the three had a full taste of something called authentic nature.

You can't beat nature so far as a boulder distopia.

Staring at the trees that are friendly to your eyes and breathing clean air makes you feel like the bad things in your whole body disappear.

"You don't want to move from here for the time being, Mr. Richt"

"Your sister is right. At least, like, thirty more minutes."

"... right. Let's slow down a little bit."

The Richters, taking a break in the shade of the trees, were unable to take the first steps towards a deal.

I have a tired ankle, but the comfort of the shade is my best enemy.

As for Illis, he's about to fall asleep in a way that will also wrinkle Tisse.

At a time when Richt has lost this temptation, there is no one more to discipline.

Even if a big spider attacked me now, it wouldn't be possible to move these three.

"- Richter!

To such Richters, Lirica, who guided us this far, returned.

Even though he hasn't said anything yet, his face is filled with laughter.

I don't know what happened in this short time, but it doesn't seem like bad news.

"What's wrong with you? Lilica."

"Yes! I told the princess about the Richters, but she said she would love to see you!

"Ho, is that true!?"

Just the harvest.

Ideally going this far was unexpected even in the boulder Richter.

You won't be able to end up with the word lucky to have achieved so much just by helping one elf (though he's dead).

Thysse and Iris, who inspired me to meet Lirica, have nothing but gratitude.

"The princess is in that treehouse. You won't get lost, but we'll be with you!

Lilica's finger is a giant tree that I've been wondering about since earlier.

That's too splendid to call a treehouse, enough to convince me to even be called a castle.

Both Thysse and Iris watched it with an admirable eye.

"Sister, I also want it in the distopia..."

"Right, Illis. Shall we ask Rosé?"

"Stop that really..."

Next door, I hear some disturbing conversation.

For once Richt had stopped, but if he hadn't, Rosé would have turned to request tree house architecture.

When it comes to more work, Rose could die mentally.

This much could only be done now, because it is impossible even in Richter to revive the mind.

"Well, jokes aside, let's head to the princess. Iris, shouldn't you be too rude?

"Okay, sister."

"... Tisse or the princess - which is great?

"Sister."

"I don't get it!?"

To teach Iris manners, it was about five minutes late to head to the Elf princess.