Game of the World Tree: Extra chapter three: Meska Moonlight

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Something is wrong with my life.

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

It all started when I was born.

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

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

They watched me fervently as I emerged from the treetops, praising the name of the goddess while looking at me with blazing eyes.

"Original Elf! Another Original Elf! And a rare member of the Moonlight Royal Family!"

The priests were excited.

The high priest came to me, looked at me with his profound eyes, and smiled slightly:

"Child, according to the oracle from the Mother Goddess, from today on, your name is Mescal."

……

My name is Mescal.

Meska Moonlight.

It is said that this is the name given to me personally by the great World Tree - Eve Yectrasil, who descended from the throne and issued an oracle.

For the elves, this is simply a supreme honor.

Every time I say my name, I will receive envious looks from my companions.

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

Even though I know very well, this is the name given to me by the great Mother Goddess herself.

The reason is a bit shameful, and to some people, it may also be a bit ridiculous.

That's because the name "Mescal" means "kitten" in the Elvish language.

Although, it is also often referred to as "elegant", "cute" or "charming", I don't really like it.

It's 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 recent years, and they are encountered almost every few years.

Although oracle-given names are rare, they have occurred more than once in the past few decades.

It’s just that none of them have obvious miracles like me.

As I grew up, everything I experienced showed that there seemed to be more secrets in me...

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

While other elves are still running around the city for a living, I receive a living allowance every month that is enough to make any adventurer crazy.

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, I often end up with no end.

I'm very uneasy.

Very uneasy.

I didn't pay anything, and I don't want to own these things of unknown origin, let alone accept unreasonable kindness.

However, someone said to me:

"Mescal, these things belong to you."

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

Things that belong to you?

No, no, no...

I am just a born primitive elf. At most, I have received the blessing of the Mother Goddess. How can these things belong to me?

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

There are many companions in this world who train themselves day and night, desperately trying to become stronger, but are limited by their potential and knowledge, but are slow to move forward. They need these things even more!

As for me?

No.

I just want to work hard for my things...

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 are obviously looking at me.

But it doesn’t seem like it’s me.

They always asked me to take some courses that I didn't like, but they never told me why.

They laughed and commented on me secretly, but kept silent whenever I looked away.

I don't like this feeling.

This feeling... makes me feel like a stand-in.

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

I can't stand this feeling.

Finally, it broke out.

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

"Sorry... Lord Mescal, we are actually doing this for your own good, um... have you finished your management course today?"

"Why do you want to study management? You know, I don't like this. 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 Elf Forest."

"Plan? What plan?"

"Ah...this..."

"Forget it, don't say it, I don't want to participate in your so-called plan, I just want to live my life."

After that, I left the temple.

I climbed to the highest tower of the Chosen City.

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

But I feel in my heart 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 shocked.

Looking back, I noticed that a black-haired boy had appeared beside me.

Strange... I obviously don't know him, but I feel inexplicably close to him.

"I'm looking at the scenery."

I replied.

"Look at the scenery..."

The young man chewed on these words and fell into silence.

For a long time, he looked at me, his red eyes extremely deep:

"Don't you like your life now?"

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

I shook my head.

"Why? Isn't it good to have enough food and clothing, to have everything?"

"But that doesn't belong to me. I don't like my life to be manipulated. Of course... you can also say that I'm full and full, which is hypocritical."

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

The young man asked again.

"Probably... I want to be a ranger who punishes good and eliminates evil, travels the planes freely."

I said so.

"Why this time?"

The young man asked with a smile.

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

I answered naturally.

"Pfft..."

I don’t know why, but the boy couldn’t help laughing after hearing my answer.

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

"Sorry, sorry... I didn't expect this to be the reason."

I am a little speechless.

However, the young man changed the topic:

"Just do it!"

"Huh?"

"Be an adventurer."

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

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

"You?"

I looked at him in surprise.

"What? Are you afraid that I can't beat you?"

The young man smiled.

"No, you don't seem to be an elf...but you are humanoid. You must be very powerful."

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

"Because I don't know why you did this. We don't even know each other's names, right?"

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

"Huh? What's your name?"

"Merrell."

The young man turned around, his ruby-like pupils 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, I can help you escape from everything."

Merrell?

What a strange name.

I muttered.

"No, I don't need help. In fact, as long as I am willing and determined, no one can stop me."

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

The boy seemed quite disappointed and sad at my answer.

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

Since he was born, this is the first person who will be truly sad because of my rejection.

I could feel that it was me he was looking at.

Rather than anyone else.

"But..."

I changed the subject:

"If you also want to be an adventurer, I would be happy to be your friend."

As I said that, I smiled and extended my hand.

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

"With pleasure."

The next moment, hands clasped together.

"Hello, Merrill, my name is Mescal."

"Hello, Mescal, I'm Merrill."