The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 84: ELDER OF DWARF (4)

“This is a story that has been buried for a long time like news that no one ever wanted to know.”

Then Elder Orlos began his story which led to the story where everything began.

About 200 years ago, it was the time of the previous Elder Dwarves and where the Elder was now was still a mere craftsman knight. A time when divisions still did not exist between the various pure races.

At that time the cooperation and the proof of bond written in the treaty had fully provided peace for the entire race on the continent. In one unit including establishing relations with the human race.

If it is said that other races are envious of humans, then just say it is those who are jealous of the natural talents of humans. Just that, yet among other races it was still fine to accept it.

However, the more time passes and the more the war in the land of darkness becomes more uncertain, where we cannot even see or predict the location of our victory.

There we saw, completely hopelessness.

That monster, that demon, or rather the source of its own evil core appeared and brought destruction to the alliance army just by its screams of its suaraan. He brought calamity in his eyes, brought destruction in his mouth, and brought doomsday in each of his breaths.

We call it the absolute.

Because it was only before him, all the alliances were rendered helplessly submissive.

Victory or defeat was very unlikely for us to think about at the time. More precisely, our deaths have been shown since his appearance.

And that was the complete defeat of the entire alliance on this continent. You can imagine hundreds of millions of troops, defeated that easily with just the appearance alone.

“That's when the entire alliance realized that none of us could scratch it with our swords or give it a wound with the explosive power of magic. No one can touch it.”

The screams of Elder Orlos' heart can be conveyed well through his words and story. Realizing the story without bait that other Elder lowered his head. Now know, that in those days they were nothing and just a loser.

Understanding that feeling, even when I was in the dungeon for the first time I felt was not a fighting spirit but rather a great trembling of death.

I once died, but when I thought death was imminent for the second time it was a bit of a tidying up of my mind.

“We who feel that our defeat is already in front of our eyes the other races are thinking of activating the great anti-distortion teleportation magic circle. However, not with the human race.”

I blinked once for that in a moment and my interest in the story grew a little more enthusiastic. Well, because it's part of the insight.

And just then Elder Orlos stated with a gloomy expression with a bitter smile on his lips.

“Man... They do not know the meaning of the word from giving up at all.”

Like getting an appreciation for hard work when it is not me, but this feeling of goosebumps makes my body shiver in sheer amazement.

“The three human-led Kingdoms include the three Kings, they even gave orders to his troops not to run and prepare for the next battle. Instead of running away, the look on their faces was filled with passionate screams and struggles.”

The tone of Elder Orlos was slightly twisted for a while and then he continued even though he felt embarrassed at the time of telling his dark story.

“(Why don't they give up?) At that moment, that was what all the other races thought. (Are they crazy?) Easy questions to answer should be but no one can recognize the meaning at that time. Then ignoring the spirit and struggle of the other races decided to keep running away. Until then, our bond was broken. The King of each Kingdom did not blame us, instead they responded that if it was our choice then that path was right in our opinion and turned in battle again.”

Then at that time you bravely ran away without saying anything and left the human race alone on the battlefield?

Somehow I remembered the story from my father and squeezed tightly into my hand.

Was Alvius' mother also like that at the time of the tragedy?

Makes me think the world is cruel to every chosen creature.

And why should his mother?

Unconsciously my emotions controlled me and I gritted my teeth tightly.

“Then?” speak to me coldly.

Replied by Elder Orlos in a painful soft tone.

“The Dwarves envy the steel hearts of the humans, the Elf Race envy their magic talent and potential which should be loved by magic, the Barbarian Beast Race, and the, envy that the reality was whether it was in battle or determination, they were defeated at that very moment by the human race. All that we don't have, yet is within man.”

The other Elders lowered their faces. They know how the shame travels from the tip of their hair to the tip of their foot. The fact that they only care about small things like however, their patriotism has completely disappeared.

Ah, what is this feeling? Why does my chest feel hot and wriggling pain?

Because of their stupidity and their labile nature, the result is a thing that happened in history. Had they not done that and chosen to fight then history would have changed.

But something can no longer be contained.

Just hush!!

“Then, why did you guys run away?”

“This!?”

“Energy evaporation of this magnitude!”

“Turn!!”

No, I realized what I thought was wrong. If history can be changed then in my previous world then a world war would not have occurred if the highest officials had not thought of their own selfishness.

It's too late and every regret will be at the end of every story. And my emotion is this one that represents the millions of lives of every victim that has been lost on the battlefield. In the end, I blame it on them.

Swuwuts!

The energy that came out like a waterfall flow back I pulled into my body. I also spoke as calmly as possible.

“What happened can no longer be changed. Maybe that's the saying that can be said from if the rice has become porridge. But that does not mean that I did not judge that you and your actions were right at that time even though your death was right under your nose. I know the alliances are strong and it is possible that you have a winning value of around 3.14%. Although small, does not mean you still have a chance to tether this world.”

From the look on their faces the regret coming at the end was a wise choice.

I don't want to be contemplative or provocative here with my bad qualities.

“...It's all too late.”

Realize that everyone has a chance. However, instead of making peace they make it a tool to stab each other from behind and not want to be blamed. So the role of the villain is in the hands of the other races.

“However, it doesn't mean it's over.”

Reveal me by looking directly at all the eyes of the Elders.

Right, slumping in the past is not an option. I must not forget my original purpose of being in this place and forget history temporarily.

“I still need your answers here. Do you guys want to form cooperation with me, no, with us.”

The Elders glanced at each other and looked at each other, after which they looked at me and their expressions turned serious again.

“Let's start the negotiation.”

So this is the best for now, for the future whether it's bad or good we can only wait for it with roomy and a little change of flow.

Then the meeting started again at the beginning.

“I didn't say that I would use you guys. I want cooperation in the field of distribution in the manufacture of products from the quality of your art hands. So you can only sell it to me.”

“Then what can we Dwarves get as advantage?”

The first time Elder Orlos was just trying to test me was now perceptive and serious in this matter. It makes me happy and continues.

“There are certainly advantages, in fact it can be said that your profits are as great as our profits.”

“50:50 huh?” Elder Orlos was slightly interested and rubbed his bushy beard.

“Ya can be said like that, but it might be bigger.” I said it as if I was slurping my own words.

“What does that mean?”

With a little curiosity and a little suspicion of the existence of things he did not want, at least the most rational was him, Elder Gruazi.

“Our cooperation is not only in the field of production. Rather I want us to reshape the alliance legally in writing.”

“What?!” Elder Helgam stood up with emotion.

This old man, just now silent and calm like an obedient puppy, is now back again to being a fierce wolf.

Then Elder Orlos raised his hand and stopped Elder Helgam's careless actions. He also spoke.

“Does that mean the Dwarves will form an alliance back with the human race?”

“Eh?” answer my empty.

“Eh?”

Yet all the Elders were confused by my empty response.

“Do I say to make an alliance with the human race?” I grinned widely and stood up raising my hand. “No, you guys are wrong. Just make a pact with the Harvellion Holy Kingdom where I live.”