Game of the World Tree

Chapter 983 Extra Story [-]: Meska Moonlight

My life is not right.

I have noticed since a long time ago that there seems to be an invisible hand... secretly manipulating everything about me.

It all started when I was born.

From the moment I was born, my life was completely different from that of other elf companions.

I still clearly remember the day I was born, the branches of the World Tree were so bright that even the chief priest of the church was alarmed.

They watched me fervently conceived from the treetops, while praising the name of the goddess, while staring at me with fiery eyes.

"The original elf! Another original elf! And it's a rare moonlight royal family!"

The priests were excited and authentic.

The chief priest came to me, looked at me with his deep eyes, and said with a slight smile:
"My child, according to the oracle under the crown of the mother goddess, from today onwards, your name is Mesca."

……

My name is Mesca.

Meska Moonlight.

It is said that this is the great World Tree—Eve Uktrasil crowned the oracle and personally bestowed my name.

For the elves, this is simply a supreme honor.

Whenever I say my name, I will meet the envious eyes of my companions.

However, deep down, I am actually not very satisfied with my name.

Even if I know very well that it was created for me by the great Mother Goddess herself.

The reasons are somewhat shameful and, for some, perhaps ridiculous.

That's because the name "Mesca" means "kitten" in Elven language.

Although, it's also often referred to as "elegant," "cute," or "glamorous," which I'm not a big fan of.

Not that I'm being pretentious, but as a male elf who wants to be an elf ranger who punishes evil and promotes good, I really don't want to have such a feminine name.

From the moment the oracle gave me my name, my life was destined to be different from others.

However, things are not that simple.

The original elves of the Moonlight Clan are not uncommon, especially in these years, almost every few years.

Although the oracle granting a name is rare, it has appeared more than once in the past few decades.

It's just that no one has obvious miracles like me.

And in the following growth, everything I experienced also showed everywhere that there seemed to be more secrets in me...

When other elves were still receiving teaching in the church, more than one high-level elf approached me and wanted to be my mentor.

While other elf partners are still running around in the city for their livelihood, I can receive a living allowance every month that is enough to make any adventurer crazy about it.

However, when I wanted to ask those legends and even demigods why they favored me so much, they just smiled and kept silent.

When I want to trace the origin of every huge sum of money, it is often endless.

I am very upset.

Very upset.

I didn't pay anything, and I don't want to own these things of unknown origin, let alone accept kindness for no reason.

However, someone said to me:
"Mesca, these things belong to you."

"Don't refuse, you just take back what belongs to you."

Something that belongs to you?
no no no...

I am just a primordial elf who was born, and at most I have received the blessing of the Mother Goddess. How could these things belong to me?

There are still many people living in difficulties in this world. In my opinion, they need these things more.

There are still many companions in this world who are training themselves day and night, desperately wanting to become stronger, but limited by their potential and cognition, they are slow to move forward. They need these things more!
As for me?
No.

My things, I just want to work hard for myself...

I don't know what kind of secret is hidden in me.

But I have a vague feeling that those who smile at me don't seem to be looking at me.

They were clearly looking at me.

But it doesn't seem to be me.

They always ask me to study some courses that I don't like, but they just don't tell me why.

They grinned and commented on me in the dark, and kept silent every time I looked away.

I do not like this feeling.

This feeling... makes me feel like a double.

A stand-in for a being I don't know about.

I can't stand this feeling.

Eventually, it exploded.

"Who do you think I am? I am Mesca! Mesca Moonlight!"

"Sorry...Master Mesca, we are actually doing it for your own good, uh...have you finished today's management course?"

"Why do you want to study management? You know, I don't like these. I just want to learn magic well and become an adventurer in the future!"

"No, according to the predetermined plan...you should be the best manager of the Fairy Forest."

"Plan? What plan?"

"Ah...this..."

"Forget it, don't talk about it, I don't want to participate in your so-called plan, I just want to live out myself."

After that, I left the temple.

I climbed the tallest tower in the Chosen City.

Sitting on the top of the tower, I looked at the bustling city.

But in my heart, I feel that this place does not belong to me.

"What are you looking at?"

Just as I was looking into the distance, a crisp voice came from beside me.

I was taken aback.

Looking back, he found that a black-haired boy appeared beside him at some point.

Strange... I obviously don't know him, but somehow I feel a little close to him.

"I'm looking at the scenery."

I replied so.

"Look at the scenery..."

The boy chewed on these words and fell silent.

After a long time, he looked at me, his red eyes were extremely deep:
"Don't you like your life now?"

"Life now? Heh... I don't like it, of course I don't like it."

I shook my head.

"Why? Is it not good to have enough food and clothing and have everything?"

"But that doesn't belong to me. I don't like being manipulated in my life. Of course...you can also say that I am full and full, hypocritical."

"Hey, so what kind of life do you like?"

The boy asked again.

"Probably...to be a free ranger who punishes good and eliminates evil, travels around the world."

I say so.

"Why again this time?"

the boy asked with a smile.

"Why? Of course it's because I want to be an upright man."

I answered as a matter of course.

"Pfft..."

For some reason, the boy couldn't help laughing after hearing my answer.

I was a little angry, but the boy quickly apologized:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't expect it to be this reason."

I am speechless.

However, the boy changed the subject:
"Then do it!"

"Ok?"

"Be an adventurer."

"However, there will be many people who will stop me. They always want to control my life."

"Hey, who? Tell me and I'll beat him up for you!"

"you?"

I gave him a surprised look.

"What? Are you afraid I won't be able to beat you?"

The teenager laughed.

"No, you don't seem to be an elf...but you have a human form. You must be very powerful."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I don't know why you did this, we shouldn't even know each other's names?"

"Why? Probably... because I like you? Hey, actually, I also want to be an adventurer, maybe we can become companions in the future."

"Huh? What's your name?"

"Myriel."

The boy turned his head, his ruby-like pupils were full of smiles:

"You can call me Merrill."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand:

"Can I be friends with you? If you really want to, I can help you escape from everything."

Merrill?
What a strange name.

I muttered something.

"No, I don't need help. In fact, as long as I want to, as long as I make up my mind, no one can stop me."

I shook my head, puffed up my chest slightly, and said confidently.

The teenager seemed rather disappointed and sad by my answer.

This makes me feel very interesting, and at the same time, I feel a little warm in my heart.

This is the first person in his life who would really feel bad for my rejection.

I could feel that he was looking at me.

rather than someone else.

"but……"

I changed the subject:
"If you want to be an adventurer too, I'd be happy to be friends with you."

Saying that, I smiled and stretched out my hand.

The young man was startled, and then he also laughed:

"my pleasure."

The next moment, hands clasped.

"Hello, Merrill, my name is Mesca."

"Hello, Mesca, I'm Merrill."

(End of this chapter)