The Elf Who Stole My Heart

I gazed straight at Elwin and said, "I'm not behind any of this, but I can save him."

I quickly turned the young half-elf over, placed my knee against his stomach, and reached out to induce him to vomit.

After he vomited for a long time, thus completely emptying his stomach, I gave him a bit of water and laid him down.

"He's alright now. He'll recover after some sleep," I announced.

I took the last ibuprofen pill I had out of my bag and fed it to the young half-elf with slight reluctance.

Then, I instructed the half-elf's parents, "Take me to the place you harvested those shoots from."

That place was located right behind the tribe's camping grounds. I walked over and dug up the soil. Sure enough, my digging turned up two golden-brown potatoes.

Contrary to my elation, the half-elf couple turned pale with fright and shouted, "Don't touch it! It's poisonous!"

I couldn't help smiling at their nervous expressions. "The shoots that sprout from them are poisonous, but the main body can be eaten."

I spent a long time teaching them how to eat and grow potatoes.

After we'd dug up the remaining potatoes, everyone was so happy that they hosted a celebration banquet that very night.

The atmosphere was lively, and everyone started dancing. I looked back to call out to Elwin, but found him missing.

Just as I was wondering where he went, a half-elf ran in with a panicked expression on his face. "Bad news, Ms. Forrester! Mr. Duskwood has fallen into a ratfolk trap!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I questioned him for the full story.

It turned out that Elwin had seen me working hard for the half-elf lately and wanted to repay me. So, when he heard me muttering in my sleep that I wanted to eat meat, he'd gone off alone to hunt in the mountains behind our backs.

The ratfolk had set up a trap in the mountains, specifically waiting for unfortunate souls to fall into it.

Just like that, Elwin had fallen into a deep pit and couldn't climb his way back out.

A group of half-elves and I gathered around the edges of the pit, calling out anxiously to him.

After quite a while, we finally heard his weak cry ringing out from the bottom of the pit. "I'm still alive! But the walls of the pit are too steep for me to get out!"

I leaned over to look into the pit. The pit was dug vertically and had smooth mud walls, so the only way to get Elwin out was to lift him up by rope.

However, we were on the borders of the territory of supernatural beings. Where were we going to get rope?

Just as I was at my wits' end, a group of ratfolk slowly and casually showed up. Their leader was a white-haired fellow who was decently good-looking, but he had a servile look on his face that made me uneasy.

"I've done everything as you asked, Highlady of the Silvermoon tribe."

I followed his gaze to see Charlotte.

She stood on high ground with a contemptuous look in her eyes. "You surprisingly haven't been driven out of the tribe yet despite poisoning a half-elf child, Minnie. It must have been because Elwin protected you.

"But once Elwin dies, you won't be able to prance around for much longer."

She was personally admitting to ordering the ratfolk to set a trap for Elwin.

I didn't understand why she'd done it.

Charlotte gritted her teeth. "There's no reason behind it. Hybrid races like half-elves just shouldn't be allowed to live."

She glanced at the few half-elf ladies behind me with jealousy-filled eyes. "They all deserve to die."

I understood her motives now. She hadn't been satisfied with her life in the half-elf tribe in her previous life. Her sense of superiority had suffered a huge blow because she didn't look as beautiful as they did, so she now wanted to exact revenge on the entire tribe.

She was unaware that there was a wolfman-related crisis waiting for her just around the corner and that she was the one who wouldn't be living a good life for long.