You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

The greatsword's strike knocked the demonic dragon's head to the side, sending it crashing into a small hill and shattering countless rocks. The elven girl turned back angrily, saying, "But there's nothing I can do. My sword is already the most advanced weapon, but it can't even leave a wound when it hits the dragon's scales... This definitely requires a special magical artifact to break through; brute force alone won't do!"

"That's not necessarily true. You've attacked so many times before, and you think it's all meaningless. But as the saying goes, 'constant dripping wears away a stone.' Seemingly useless actions are actually only one step away from final victory."

—Five pillars of iron!

As the massive iron stake descended from the sky, the impact slammed the Demon Poison Dragon's entire body to the ground. Amidst its agonizing howls, the Demon Poison Dragon unleashed a shockwave that was almost visible to the naked eye, sending the sealing iron stake, formed from the power of the demonic path, flying away.

But at that very moment, Iori's voice rang out again: "Look, below the dragon's neck... that's the result of your continuous efforts!"

The elf looked in the direction the instructions were given, and its pupils suddenly shrank:

Without the Iori system, it would definitely have been overlooked under the dual cover of flames and miasma, but the Demon Poison Dragon's actions just now conveniently exposed it—

It was a scale that was "unusual," with a noticeable dent, as if someone had hammered it repeatedly, and it seemed like it could be broken at any moment... That's right, it was an elf, and those were the marks left by her swinging her greatsword repeatedly in battle!

This dragon is not invincible!

A flame of fighting spirit suddenly ignited in the elven girl's eyes, and her whole being radiated a different kind of brilliance:

It turns out that all her hard work over the years wasn't in vain...

"Yes, that's it!

The enemy is one person, and you are also one person. What is there to back down about!

Forget your fear, look ahead, and move forward! Never stop, for retreat only leads to old age, and cowardice invites death!

Within the incantations woven by Iori, the magic power that should have been exhausted has now flourished once again.

He instantly propelled himself to break the sound barrier, the enhancements from magic arrays acting like a multi-stage rocket, continuously accelerating him. The greatsword in his hand reverted to its original slender, long blade, but now it was almost solidified, radiating a pure and dazzling light—

"Just like that, swing the knife down!"

Zheng! ! !

With a single swipe, the slender magical blade pierced through the entire body of the Demon Poison Dragon. The colossal creature suddenly stiffened, and moments later, it collapsed to the ground as if it had fallen apart, stirring up a ripple of miasma...

"W-win?"

Miss Elf stared at the scene in disbelief. The shadow that had been so firmly in her mind had been so easily dispelled... The despair she had felt before seemed like a dream.

"This is all thanks to your hard work." Iori smiled slightly. "See? As long as you persevere and don't give up, nothing in this world is absolutely impossible."

"yes……"

The elven girl nodded subconsciously, but then stared intently at Iori: "You...who exactly are you?"

She wasn't some clueless little girl. Although the dragon's "weakness" was created by her persistent and repeated attacks, and she was the one who delivered the final blow, she knew very well who was behind the miracle before her.

Having witnessed the incredible barrier magic of [Severing the Void], she certainly didn't think Iori would lack offensive capabilities... He was capable of slaying dragons himself, but for some reason, he gave the opportunity to the elf girl.

"It's not a spell, but ordinary words... You can produce such an effect just by speaking. Who exactly are you?"

"Me? I'm just an adventurer passing by, please don't mind."

Iori smiled slightly, calmly looked the elf up and down, and then glanced at the fallen poison dragon.

"The dragon slayer... shouldn't his head be taken to the city to enjoy the cheers of the people, as is customary?"

"This..." The elf hesitated. She didn't like that kind of occasion, and besides, she felt unworthy of the title!

Iori pondered, "If the people saw the dragon's corpse with their own eyes, wouldn't they be very happy? And I wonder how many children would start to dream of achieving great things from this place."

"Indeed... then I'll cut off my head and then transport it... ugh!"

The elven girl stopped, looked down at her body and thighs, and her lips twitched slightly.

"Enjoying the cheers of the crowd? Wearing this?"

A dragon slayer dressed as a bunny girl?!

Upon closer reflection, it does indeed seem a bit improper.

At this moment, Iori kindly spoke up: "If all else fails, I still have bikini armor here~"

Side Story: Sodom Was Destroyed Because of This (5K)

Wow~ What a beautiful person...and so impressive~

"Is that the head of the Demon Poison Dragon? So it wasn't Uncle and Mr. Iori who defeated it, but this elf lady. Speaking of which, elves are really rare in this world."

Inside the low-rent apartment, the odd combination of an older man and a handsome young woman was watching a video of memory magic as usual, their eyes drawn to the dashing figure who threw the dragon's head onto the square.

-

In the light screen, an elf lady, cloaked in black, activated a storage spell in the bustling square where a crowd had gathered. She released the head of a monster as large as a room, which immediately terrified a group of ordinary citizens, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

People on the inside wanted to escape, while those on the outside were curious about what was happening and wanted to come closer. The two streams of people pushed and shoved each other, and if it was not stopped, a stampede would likely happen soon!

This change surprised the elf lady. She had originally intended to inform the people that the dragon had been defeated and to share in their joy, but she didn't have time to speak... nor was she able to restrain them.

Just as she was about to do something wrong with good intentions, a conspicuous figure stood on top of the Poison Dragon's head. With a wave of his right hand, several "回"-shaped runes flew out, and then a gentle voice rang in everyone's ears.

Everyone, stop!

At the same time, a powerful spiritual pressure slowly descended in the form of mental oppression, and everyone subconsciously fell silent. Although they couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong, the square seemed to instantly transform into a forest where tigers roamed, and no one dared to make a move.

That's right—Iori nodded.

He used the "Heavenly Void" spell to stop everyone, declaring that the Demon Poison Dragon had been defeated by the elven adventurer and would never threaten the village again. He told everyone not to panic over the loss of a life.

It's amazing how, even though no one knew him, they inexplicably believed his words, as if his voice possessed a magical power to inspire trust.

The crowd relaxed considerably. After seeing the enormous head with their own eyes, they all thanked the elf for getting rid of the Demon Poison Dragon for them. Their enthusiasm made Princess Elgar, who was not good at dealing with large crowds, stiffen her smile.

While dealing with these people perfunctorily, the elven princess also secretly glanced at the figure on the dragon's head:

She had initially thought this human was just a mean-spirited prankster, but not only did Iori lend her an extra cloak, he also made up for her mistake at a crucial moment, effortlessly quelling a disturbance... and he was, in fact, her savior.

Mysterious, powerful, quirky... but does it also have a gentle side?

Miss Elf's impression of Iori changed slightly—a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

-

"Wow, this feels great! This atmosphere is wonderful!"

Inside the apartment, Fujimiya, being a girl, exclaimed excitedly, "It's up! It's up without a doubt, the flag belongs to the elf lady!"

"Flag? Are you talking about Mario?" Yosuke looked at the female college student with a serious expression. "Ms. Fujimiya, is that... a Nintendo supporter?"

"It's not the flag from the level-based game!"

Still intrigued, Fujimiya hurriedly asked, "And then what happened to Mr. Iori and Miss Elf? Did they end up together—"

"Wait, Fujimiya!"

Jingwen suddenly stopped his childhood sweetheart: "Isn't asking like that just giving away spoilers? And what if it's an outcome we don't want to hear..."

"But... but I just can't help it!" Fujimiya clenched her little fists.

"Um, you don't need to be so nervous. Even if I wanted to say something, I wouldn't be able to say anything."

At this moment, Yosuke spoke up: "I don't know much about the specifics of the spirit and Iori. How should I put it... I spent a total of seventeen years in this other world. Iori only acted with me for the first few years. After that, we separated and only met a few times occasionally."

As for elves, their concept of time is different from that of humans, and I don't know how long they would need to know each other before they could officially start dating.

To be honest, in the first two years, I was quite annoyed watching them secretly compete with each other.

Miss Elf has a strange competitive spirit. It seems like she was offended by Iori when they first met... She always seems to want Iori to confess first, but almost every time she ends up being the one in control...

Iori is really awful. He must have seen through it a long time ago, but he just likes to tease the other person... His childish behavior is so immature that it's unbearable to watch.

As an observer, I've reached the point where I feel like I could just go to a bar, order a drink, and yell, "You two better start dating already!"

"That must have been tough, Uncle. It's been so kind of you to have been silently protecting them all this time... Hmm?"

Jingwen paused for a moment, then blinked: "Wait a minute... Uncle, what you just said... means you can tell that Miss Elf has feelings for Mr. Iori?"

Fujimiya seemed to have thought of something as well, and his expression became serious.

Yang Jie, oblivious to the obvious, said with a calm and proud expression, "Of course, who wouldn't notice something so obvious!"

The other world is so vast, yet the elf lady keeps encountering us. Considering the spatial and temporal scale, the intensity of her attacks can be described as continuous, right?

How incredibly obtuse must someone be to remain oblivious to this situation?

"Your uncle may be single, but I'm quite perceptive when it comes to matters of the heart!"

Fujimiya: "..."

Jingwen: "..."

The female college student opened her eyes wide and turned to look at Jingwen as if she were wearing a mask.

The nephew shifted his gaze: "I know what Fujimiya wants to say, and that's what I want to say too... but even if it's true, you can't say it, understand?!"

"Hoo—" Fujimiya took a deep breath, as if he had just finished intense exercise, and finally managed to suppress the heat rising in his chest.

That was close... I almost said something disrespectful to my elders!

"After that, you defeated the Poison Dragon. Miss Elf and you must have received a lot of rewards, right?" Jingwen quickly changed the subject.

To everyone's surprise, Yosuke shook his head: "No, forget about the reward, we almost got wanted by the police."

"Ugh?"

Jingwen was taken aback, and Fujimiya quickly asked, "Why?"

“This…” Yosuke suddenly became embarrassed. “Didn’t my transformation magic end halfway through? Because of this, the lord insisted that we tricked the Holy Serpent Staff from him, and that we were able to defeat the Demon Poison Dragon entirely thanks to the power of the Serpent Staff. So not only did he not acknowledge our contribution, he also wanted to lock us up in jail.”

"This is too much!"

Jingwen said indignantly, "As expected, all the powerful figures in other worlds are the same."

"We'll be there later—"

"So they really killed the lord, didn't they?"

"……what?"

"No, killing him would be too easy on him. We should use your invincible magical power, Uncle, to teach him a lesson and make him regret ever being born!"

Jingwen exclaimed enthusiastically, "That's exactly how you make a truly exhilarating isekai adventure!"

"...Jingwen, did anything bad happen to you during high school?"

Fujimiya, his childhood friend, looked at him with concern: "Your mental state doesn't seem quite right."

“I didn’t do anything that complicated. I’ve gotten used to being picked on. As for Iori, he’s a very gentle person. He always solves problems with wisdom rather than brute force. He wouldn’t kill people randomly like you said, Jingwen.” Uncle calmly shook his head.

Jingwen said with obvious disappointment, "Is that so... No wonder, after all, he is Mr. Iori."

"Yes, he has always been such a kind person."

It was simply a matter of using skills to seize ownership of the Serpent Staff, preventing the lord from using it, and then publicly declaring it as the choice of the first generation, that the Serpent Staff would only recognize those who truly protect the people... and then naturally placing the Serpent Staff into a private space.

"See, a rather lenient approach, isn't it?"

"that……"

"Well, to be honest, it is quite mild."

Jingwen and Fujimiya's expressions were somewhat subtle.

"Is the lord just going to give up like that? He's a nobleman! In a light novel, he'd definitely hold a grudge and seek revenge!"

"He probably didn't have the luxury of that. After it was proven that he couldn't use the serpent staff, a relative jumped out and said that he was an illegitimate child born from an affair. The bigwigs in the capital demanded that he pay back taxes from previous years, and the people were also very dissatisfied..."

A year later, he heard the news again. For some unknown reason, he had been stripped of his noble status, and his wife and concubines had betrayed him, fleeing with all their money, leaving him with only a small portion of his wealth. He used this to buy the mountain where the Demon Poison Dragon had once inhabited, becoming the village chief of the pioneering village… It is said that he lost all his fat, started a new family, and seemed much more honest than before.”

"Oh... well, this works too." Jingwen still seemed a little regretful that he hadn't killed the lord outright.

The uncle, on the other hand, felt some sympathy for the lord, probably because he had once deceived him and felt a little guilty.

"However, none of this would have happened if he hadn't made things difficult for the elves. In the end, it was all due to his own greed... Greed is a terrible thing. People must learn to be content. You two should also be careful."

"Don't worry, Uncle."

"That's the unpredictability of life... Mr. Iori had the ability to take the Serpent Staff directly, or even kill the lord, but he chose not to do so..."

Could it be that he was actually curious about what changes the lord would undergo, and went to all this trouble simply to 'observe' him?

Fujimiya pondered for a moment. She didn't know Iori well enough, and unlike Keiwen and her uncle, she wasn't a one-sided fan. Therefore, she was able to analyze the situation more calmly and objectively.

"Hmm, never mind, someone so remarkable is beyond my comprehension."