Elves Have Migrated to My Planter

Episode 3-Strange Flowerpot(3)

Chapter 3-Strange Flowerpot(3)

Give me some water. I understood that. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember the last time I watered a potted plant.

‘Yes.’

Still, I sorted it out in my own way, hit everything inside the box, and searched through the clutter sealed in the corner of the room. This sprayer was also received from the owner of the house along with the flower pot.

Actually, it was something I use for cleaning the bonsai rather than watering it, but I think it’s better than receiving water in a cup as usual, so I hurriedly filled the sprayer with water for her and returned to her who was still praying.

I didn’t know how much to spray or if this would be enough, so I made up my mind and aimed the sprayer at the potted plant. Even though it’s really not a big deal, my heart is heavy for no reason.

It is incomparable to the ant rearing I did with other children in my childhood. I was afraid that my hasty action might hurt her or make a mistake.

She was never a mere beast.

“Ah.”

But when I made that decision and started spraying water lightly with a sprayer. I sighed slightly as I was looking at her, adjusting the magnification of her gaze.

It’s raining. Indeed, it was raining inside the pot.

Her bonsai and soil, and the source of her rain, which began to wet her, was obviously the water from the sprayer I was spraying.

She moved her fingers frantically, her gaze still fixed. Thanks to this, the drizzling rain has become stronger, becoming a thick stream of water that is soaking up the world inside the flowerpot.

‘Are you happy?’

She stood up from her seat and seemed to have no intention of avoiding the rain. She stretched out her hand towards me, to the sky with her wet face and her body clasped.

And greet with a smile. Even if I couldn’t communicate with her, even if she was of a different race, I was able to recognize her emotions through her clear green eyes.

“What are you doing?”

But her routine has just begun, and after the rain that drenched her flower pots subsided, she wiped off her wet body and started to walk around her house and her bonsai plants again, stroking herself.

‘Is that the apple seed I ate yesterday?’

I noticed that she had dug her land with the shovel I had put in her yesterday, and had taken it out of her arms. Mr. Who ate the apple I gave him yesterday and collected it. She put it in the hole and covered it with soil again.

The moment I saw that, I was a bit embarrassed. It must not be easy to plant the seeds of apples sold at the mart and make them germinate. Even if it sprouts, it will take a lot of time to fully grow an apple tree.

Also, since she is interested in farming, should she plant seeds for other crops?

I slightly looked away and turned on my phone. It was to erase the miniature objects I had searched for yesterday in hopes of helping her, and to search for the seeds of various crops.

[World Tree vibrates]

“…?”

But then. I hurriedly put down my phone and turned my gaze back to the flowerpot.

An unknown incident was happening again in the pot.

“— —–.”

The pot literally vibrates. At most, you can barely feel it by raising your hand, but anyway, this heavy and thick plant pot is vibrating.

The source of that vibration is a bonsai. Standing in front of the bonsai, closing her eyes and saying something, the faint blue light from her body now resonates with the bonsai.

[The power of the World Tree manifests]

And the end of that resonance was a miracle. The soil beneath her feet squirmed and something rose out of the ground. This is the spot where the apple seeds were planted a while ago.

“Nonsense.”

I couldn’t believe it even though I was looking at it like this, so I laughed out loud.

It’s growing up. The apple tree, which was a sprout sprouted from a seed, is growing beyond the limits of time and nutrients at a tremendous speed. Of course, compared to the actual apple tree, the size is mere weeds and dust grown in a pot, but when I look at it with normal magnification, I see a tree that is much taller than her height.

In a word, authority. An illusion that twists reality.

Bounced off her bouncy body, she climbed an apple tree at once and reached out to her branch to pick up the ripe red fruit.

And then, sitting on a branch, he bit off the apple and ate it. Seeing the satisfied face with a smile, it must be delicious.

It is a sight that completely shatters my common sense and prejudice, and at the same time, it is a very beautiful sight to stare at in a daze.

“Those little ants.”

However, those who disturbed her beauty and her peace appeared again, her house ants that looked identical to the ants that tried to attack her yesterday.

The ants set up their antennae and sprinted right at her resting on her apple tree.

“Where the hell are you creeping in?”

I couldn’t stand my irritation and grumbled aloud while cleaning the veranda, which I hadn’t done well in the past.

Of course, she changed her eyes at once and swung the tools I had put in and killed her 3 ants at once. The sight of him holding a hatchet in one hand and an iron pipe in the other and wielding it roughly made me flinch.

‘…Is it right to block it like this?’

But when I returned to the planter after cleaning, I was very confused, unlike the first time I was angry.

There are currently two apple trees grown in pots. She planted more than 8 seeds, but she dared to grow only one. The moment she killed the ants and extracted the blue light from their bodies, she grew another apple tree. It was as if the restriction had been released thanks to hunting the ants.

As expected, it means that there are still many things I don’t know about that these mysterious letters don’t explain.

Actually, she was preparing for the ‘hunt’ with a solemn face as if she had made a decision.

As well as the tools I gave him, he cut and ground the branches of an apple tree with an ax to make a long longbow. I don’t know if it’s an elf, but I’ve never seen a bow made that way. She pulled out her own long hair in succession to make her bowstring, split the toothpick I had put in her yesterday to make arrows, and took them and went somewhere.

‘Was there an ant nest in the flower pot? I haven’t seen it until now.’

It wasn’t until then that I was able to adjust her magnification and look elsewhere in her flowerpot, not her. It is a vast wasteland itself with dark soil, rotten flooring, and crumbled leaves and branches.

But there were definitely procrastinators there. It was a burrow of ants that seemed to have infiltrated our house and burrowed into the soil of the pot.

While under magnification they look like ferocious monsters, they are actually small things that I could crush with a stretch of my finger.

However, even if I could get involved, I would have hesitated. Now that I think she has grown an apple tree by hunting ants and harvesting something from their corpses in some way, I could have ruined her plans by getting involved hastily.

“…”

While I was contemplating so hard, she walked on the ground, got down on her one knee on her ground near her ant nest, and looked at her floor.

From touching the soil with your hands to examining it closely. Well, from her point of view, this potted plant is a world with a fairly large area, so it’s right to be careful. But it’s true that it’s a bit frustrating, so I tried to suppress my desire to say that I could just keep going.

“Coming.”

Still, her navigation skills are good. She knew her direction at once and headed towards her anthill. In her eyes, I saw that the ants also noticed her approaching and several of them were approaching.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, she aimed the bow in her hand at the ants that strode forward and snapped her jaw.

Count.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen her fight, but she was different as she held a bow, as if elves were archery.

It was nothing more than an arrow made by cutting and splitting a toothpick, but the arrow shot through the head and body of the ants at once and knocked them down.

The posture and speed of the archery seemed perfect even to me who had no knowledge of archery. A one-sided attack that knocks down ants from a long distance before they can stick to them.

As I watched her closely, I noticed that her arrows, which were tinged with a soft blue light, were not simple arrows.

‘Wouldn’t it be dangerous to go further?’

Even after she shot and killed dozens of ants that attacked her, she grabbed her tools and moved forward.

While she was collecting her arrows, I checked the entrance to her anthill. For some reason, I couldn’t feel any sign of the huge hole going into the ground. Could it be that the ants are fighting inside?

[Dungeon: Beast Ant Den]

But I was able to figure out the reason when she reached the front.

Obviously, this entire pot has changed. The change did not just stop at the bonsai, which became a world tree.

“—!!!”

Me and she both opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Another ant that appeared in the anthill itself, an unknown abyss. With a huge head and sharp jaws, as well as sharp forelimbs like blades and sharp spines growing all over the body, he was no ordinary ant.