Chapter 34

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Pests were a serious problem even on Earth.

No matter how many you killed, they would always come back, damaging food and having grotesque appearances, to boot.

To my surprise, those earthly pests turned out to be fairies, as revealed through a joke.

Full-Peel Elf: “This is what a fairy looks like!”

(A moth meme stuck to a tree)

Head of the Gallery☆: “Hmm, cuter than I expected!”

Full-Peel Elf: (A comparison meme with something bigger than a person’s head)

Head of the Gallery☆: “Oh wow!”

With huge wings and an even bulkier body.

It somehow felt like it would make a splatting sound if caught.

Head of the Gallery☆: “Is that all there is?”

Full-Peel Elf: “There are fairies like this too!”

(A meme of a mysterious red bug with ten legs)

Head of the Gallery☆: “Ooh~”

As one elf approached to capture it, the creature noticed from a distance of 10 meters and fled.

The sound of its skittering was an added bonus.

Head of the Gallery☆: “Should I give it DDT?”

“Seriously, Glamorxon’s probably not a bad idea.”

It was a creature that shouldn’t exist in this world.

Seriously, the teacher had an overwhelming number of fairies that could be treated like pet bugs.

Unable to catch them, and leaving them be would only mean the World Tree’s decline—totally perfect pests.

Why weren’t those things considered monsters?

Full-Peel Elf: “Catching fairies is impossible!”

Full-Peel Elf: “But… is it really just water that needs to be sprayed?”

Head of the Gallery☆: “Yep, just try spraying it once.”

Full-Peel Elf: “I understand for now!”

Full-Peel Elf looked skeptical.

It might be hard to believe that fairies (the pests) that couldn’t be caught even by magic could be dealt with merely by spraying water.

But my dependable Deputy has now become a brilliant worker who does what he’s told, even with doubts.

Full-Peel Elf: “What’s this??”

(Meme of all the fairies dead)

You could see a meme of fairies falling dead from one spray.

Full-Peel Elf: “What on earth is this…”

Head of the Gallery☆: “There are even stronger pesticides, so just let me know if you need them.”

Full-Peel Elf: (Ah, this is too scary, Elf-Con)

The performance of the pesticide was very reliable.

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Normalizing the World Tree.

The fairies trembled, while the Full-Peel Elves turned green with envy at the amazing pesticide of the Head of the Gallery!

It’s delightful! It’s astonishing!

“How is it possible for mere water to do this…?”

Eliana, who was leading the operation, couldn’t help but stare in shock.

The Head of the Gallery’s items were always mysterious and produced unexpected results.

Yet, feeling fear alongside surprise was a second for her.

The first was the shotgun and grenade.

The second was the pesticide.

“C-could this be?”

“How can it selectively target just fairies?”

“Kuh… what exactly have I been doing all this time…”

The magic-proficient elves tasted a strange sense of defeat and frustration.

A spell that works doubly only on specific targets was indeed the dream of every magician.

If used effectively, even in battle, one could rain magic down while only taking out the enemies.

But the Head of the Gallery achieved it effortlessly.

And he did it by submerging his magic in water.

“Gek, Gek!”

“Did you wake up?”

“E-Eliana!”

Just then, Mersenne, who had been knocked out in the vines, awoke with a start.

“You certainly have that strange speech pattern…! You dare bind me?”

Mersenne shouted as he stumbled back in a panic.

Eliana was a respected elf elder, among them, intimidating the chief.

This was not a matter to just brush aside.

But Eliana, with her shameless face, tilted her head and asked back.

“What do you mean strange speech pattern?”

“Weren’t you just indulging in dew and then asleep?”

With nearby elves chiming in, Mersenne’s expression warped.

“W-wait, was that it?”

“Didn’t you forget what happened yesterday too?”

Elves often had memory loss.

It was not a disease but the result of getting drunk from drinking too much dew.

The elves had been so brazen that no one had pricked up an ear, which left him in doubt.

That’s when Mersenne turned around.

“Oh my, the World Tree…!”

The once withered World Tree began to slowly recover!

Mersenne staggered to his feet, shouting with a bright face.

“We must hold a festival!”

“Mersenne, calm down a bit…”

“Calm down? Now? Can you even calm down when the World Tree is getting healthy?”

Mersenne shouted, overwhelmed with happiness that he felt like his mouth was about to twist off.

“We have to help it recover faster through natural dyes and communion!”

The World Tree was the center of nature.

Therefore, if they applied the natural dyes they worked hard to create, surely it would absorb the powers of nature faster, right?

“No! More effort is needed!”

He had no time to listen to the elves trying to hold him back.

Just as Mersenne was about to run off, his shoulders weighed down by the hem of his robe flapping around,

Slap!

“Haek.”

Someone slapped Mersenne’s cheek.

As he fell back, his eyes wide like a rabbit’s, he gently rubbed his cheek.

“W-who dares touch my face?”

Blue eyes wide, he scanned the surroundings.

There were branches.

A branch extending from the World Tree had swatted Mersenne’s face.

“W-wait?”

In front of Mersenne, the great World Tree seemed to be saying something.

“Calm down already.”

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The World Tree regained its health.

“Did we get rid of them?”

That made me feel that the elves’ problems were finally resolved.

Concept post) Hiyaek! Help me! Help me!

(A meme of the World Tree striking down on approaching elves)

(A meme of it killing pests with the pesticide it had on its body)

Hiyaek, no! I was wrong!

Hiyaek!!!

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