Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Spreading the Gospel to the Snobby Bitch (1)
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— Today is a joyous day.
She gazed upon the fifty warriors who followed her.
Filthy and depraved humans, barbaric plains barbarians, beastkin who surrendered everything to their instincts...!
The supremely great and beautiful race that no other could dare compare to!
— We will prove that we are the greatest race of all.
Unlike these short-lived beings who barely lasted a century, they could live for a thousand years.
Like wine that deepened and enriched its aroma after enduring the passage of time, elves grew wiser and more sagacious with the years.
— Only we can properly lead Midgard.
Those scum who ravaged precious nature and exploited its resources! Vermin who knew nothing of reverence or gratitude toward it!
— We cannot entrust Midgard's rule to such creatures.
Everything must be set right.
The world must be reclaimed from those savage fools.
Even if...!
— Even if it means staining our hands with blood...!
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the warriors bowed their heads in fierce loyalty.
Seeing these steadfast warriors who would throw themselves into fire at her command, she raised her hand high once more, her resolve hardening.
— Charge! For the Mother!!
For the Mother!!
They rushed out with bows and swords at the ready.
Their target: the heart of the Odin Kingdom!
Jealous King Nirver—the name of the 'neck' they aimed to sever.
……...
……...
"...What a filthy dream."
Alicia grimaced as she rose from bed.
She'd had a truly vile nightmare...
……...
……...
Chaotic articles bursting with national pride and YouTube videos were climbing the popular charts, dominating conversations all day long.
What on earth was going on? Still, nothing sold like national pride. People were churning out videos and articles in a frenzy.
...To the point where it felt like they might bleed out from overdoing it.
"Luke, China's bigger than Korea, right?"
"Yeah?"
"So it's okay to trash-talk them like that? No war?"
"Looking at that mess, they'll die of bronchial pneumonia before war even starts."
"Huh? People die from pneumonia?"
"......"
In Midgard, no one died from pneumonia or cancer.
What counted as incurable in modern society was just a mild cold symptom there.
'Because of holy power.'
Holy power fundamentally revolved around regeneration and purification.
As long as it wasn't an artificially engineered disease, nearly everything could be healed.
Even if cancer cells invaded the brain, a single purification wiped them out clean—it had seemed like a miracle at first.
'If that bitch had just stuck to her original powers, she could've made a fortune.'
With Sylvia alone, anyone could achieve longevity without illness, recovering from any disease. Rich conglomerates or power brokers would've showered her with cash.
Of course, just a hypothetical.
As the YouTube video ended and he started to get up, Mirni suddenly made a fuss.
"Ah! Luke!!"
"What?"
"Look at this! This!!"
"......"
"It's me, right? And it has over a million views!!"
"......Damn it."
Life really did favor those favored by fate.
The fashion look Mirni had modeled was officially adopted and introduced under the title 'Fairy of Spring'.
She'd thought it was just a simple fitting model gig, nothing major, but unexpectedly, it connected her with various companies, scaling up into something substantial. Even magazines featured her photos.
Not major publications, but small businesses went so far as to use her as their cover model. Wild...
It proved that scouting Mirni had been a stroke of genius.
—What do I do! I'm insanely busy, but so happy!!
Showing what true happiness looked like, Jang Hana was swamped with work, but Mirni had hit it even bigger.
When first contracting, Mirni had prioritized incentives over upfront pay, and as the company blew up and her photos hung everywhere, her value skyrocketed daily—not just the money, but her market price.
Not yet at top model or actress levels, but with her name etched in Korea's fashion scene, attention from various agencies was inevitable.
Then came the upload of a video titled 'Behind-the-Scenes at the Fairy of Spring Shoot'.
Some staff member had posted it, supposedly giving all profits to Mirni and the company.
Something about growing their channel...
It passed without much fuss, dismissed as no big deal—but who would've thought—
"So... this means 1,219,652 people watched your video?"
"You don't have to say it so precisely, hehe~."
"Mirni, stop wriggling. It's cringey."
"......"
"Anyway, astonishing. So many posts praising you..."
"Hehe! Now you see how amazing I am!"
"There are quite a few praising Alicia too."
"......"
Most reactions praised Mirni, but Alicia's entrancing presence popped up here and there.
Alicia seriously doing makeup work was a pictorial, a drama in itself.
With two women whose faces defied logic together, the video was destined for popularity. It hit #1 in real-time trends and stayed in the top 5 for a week.
"I'm gonna be rich soon!"
"Don't you need to pay off 100 billion to be rich?"
"......Not talking to you."
Mirni crumbled before cold facts, her bragging deflated.
"Don't be too disappointed. It's not just you."
"...Don't give the wound and the medicine."
As she'd said, it wasn't just Mirni.
Everyone except useless Sylvia with her magic semiconductor was drowning in 100 billion won debt.
However—
"I have debts too."
Just as Yuseong had invested in making Mirni a model, Sylvia had received investments.
Like the others finding their paths to survive in Korea, Sylvia's current goal was 'education'.
In this country and worldwide, academic credentials were proven specs and authority.
The power a powerless civilian could grasp!
Not omnipotent, but securing one would undeniably broaden her options.
Building on language skills and memory honed as a saintess, entering university and gaining higher education would let her unfold her ambitions in this world.
...Which meant she needed a lot—and costly education.
This world let money buy anything, but without it, options shrank drastically.
'I'm just piling more debt on Luke.'
At least less than the others—small mercies?
But...
"Alicia's out again?"
"That bitch? Let her be! She'll regret it and cry bloody tears later. Honestly! So immature at her age—!"
"......Is that your place to say?"
As everyone pursued their goals, Sylvia clenched her lips, chasing traces of the wayward lamb.
'This is dangerous.'
She worried the foolish girl might make a grave mistake.
Alicia strolled along a walking path.
Artificially landscaped, but with trees, fields, and a small lake—it suited her.
Fewer people on a weekday was a bonus.
She wandered aimlessly through the foliage before suddenly sitting on a bench along the path, lost in time.
[Alicia, aren't you wasting too much time?]
"...Aram? How long have you been here?"
[I'm nowhere and everywhere.]
"Philosophical..."
She muttered that Luke must have ordered surveillance, then recited softly.
"Wasting time... Hardly. Unlike humans, elves have near-immortal lifespans."
[Immortal? You live forever?]
"No. Humans think so, but ordinary elves live about a thousand years. High Elves like us, roughly double that."
[Two thousand years? Wow, that's immortality by human standards.]
"Indeed. That's why we don't scramble like humans."
Without a mere century's span, elves savored leisure, taking time to slowly master what they wished to learn.
Eating was the same.
Morning dew and a piece of fruit sustained them for a week.
That was the elven race.
[Impressive race.]
"Of course! Midgard's finest!"
[Hmm? Yuseong said dwarves were the best.]
"...Luke said that?"
[Yes. They live immortal lives like elves, with unmatched technology and civilization. Military might even the five kingdoms fear. He said they shone most in wars too.]
"......"
[Alicia?]
"...Did he say anything about elves?"
[Elves? Um, oh! Yes!]
"W-What did he say—?"
[Strongest nuisance race. Always acting on whims, abandoning frontlines. Most sudden charges, most trollish antics—useless. Kept alive for their skills; otherwise, dead.]
"S-Stop! Enough! Total bias! No need to remember that!"
[So it's all lies?]
"That's......"
[...?]
Alicia couldn't deny it.
It was fact-based, not something she could reject.
'That vicious bastard!'
Her face flushed beet red with shame.
It was all her story.