Kumoko, not understanding, continued to munch on her fruit. She wasn't good at talking to anyone besides Elliot anyway and didn't want to bother. Was talking to others tastier than the fruit in her mouth?
Instantly, the elf man flew into a rage. "Insolent foreigners! You're seeking death!" He immediately cast a spell, attacking Kumoko.
Elves possessed the racial talent [Magic Affinity], which naturally gave them excellent base magic stats.
This elf man was no exception. His level wasn't high, but his Magic Power was a staggering 3200 points already considerably higher than humanity's foremost mage, Ronandt.
However, such magic power, in front of Kumoko who possessed [Magic Supremacy], was completely insignificant.
Boosted by Magic Supremacy, Kumoko's current Magic Power was in a league of its own, a terrifying twenty-five thousand.
Kumoko hated being disturbed while eating. She instantly whipped out her large scythe... This scythe was something she had casually forged from leftover materials after evolving into an Arachne.
But later, she discovered that after evolving, her physical stats had increased dramatically. She was no longer the fragile little creature she once was; even her strength had reached an astonishing level.
Now, she preferred close combat over magic.
Hiding in the back and casting spells? That was for weaklings! True heroes (or heroines) should draw blood with every strike! Besides, her HP regeneration, lifesteal, magic resistance, and many other defensive abilities were all maxed out.
Even if she accidentally took a hit, she could recover quickly. In this situation, of course, she chose to fight with her scythe.
"Don't kill him," Elliot's voice sounded just in time. He was genuinely worried Kumoko might just kill an elf on the spot.
The elf population was already small. Killing one would quickly alert the others.
Then, not only would the Demon Lord be after them, but they'd also have to face Potimas's pursuit. Being hunted by two of this world's major powers... they'd be doomed even if they ran to the ends of the earth.
"Relax!" Although Kumoko didn't always act like a typical girl, she was quite astute. She just decided to punish him a little.
The scythe flashed, its shadow moving too fast to see clearly. The elf man, disoriented by Kumoko's dazzling slashes, instantly found himself covered in dozens of long cuts. They were densely packed, all over his body.
Forest-dwelling races placed extreme importance on bloodline, purity, and the perfection of their physical form. This culture was deeply ingrained in elven customs.
To them, even a single mole was an object of deep disgust, considered an impurity, a symbol of a tainted soul.
A perfect body should be smooth and flawless, snow-white and unblemished, without a single imperfection, no dark spots.
In fact, apart from the hair on their heads, they preferred no other hair on their bodies. This meant elven women were... completely smooth.
That was a perfect body, favored by the gods! Any body with blemishes or scars was considered congenitally deformed in the elven worldview!
Some extremist elves, obsessed with perfection, would even kill their own children on the spot if they found any flaws.
Even seeing blemishes on other elves would fill them with an boundless killing intent; such impure beings deserved to be abandoned by Mother Nature.
It was precisely because of such extreme ideologies that the elves particularly detested other races.
Because other races' bodies were incomparably crude wrinkled, mole-ridden, freckled, scarred and what made them even more uncomfortable was that many races were also incredibly ugly!
Elves... were noble because of their beauty and the perfection of their bodies...
But this elf, after being slashed dozens of times by Kumoko's scythe, had now lost his qualification to be an elf.
"You! You! You!" The elf man's pupils dilated in horror. He clearly couldn't believe he had been cut by Kumoko.
Kumoko had intentionally taught him a lesson; the cuts weren't deep and didn't cause much actual damage, but they were numerous and very visible.
However, because Elliot had once said "don't hit the face," Kumoko hadn't touched his face. Any elf, man or woman, was beautiful, and they naturally cared a lot about their appearance.
But Kumoko hadn't realized that elves not only valued their appearance greatly but also had an almost pathological obsession with the perfection of their bodies.
With these scars now marring him, the elf man collapsed to his knees, as if he had lost everything.
His eyes were dead, his whole being devoid of spirit. He just kept muttering, "I'm finished... It's all over..." He was alive, but not much different from being dead.
His reaction actually startled Kumoko. She had expected him to fly into a rage and attack her again, and she was prepared. But he had lost all will to fight. He just knelt there, completely drained of energy, like a dried corpse.
"Wh-What's wrong with him?" This unexpected turn of events made Kumoko lose her appetite for her fruit. So weird. Aren't these kinds of wounds easily fixed with a little healing magic?
But Kumoko didn't know: elves were blessed by nature, rarely got sick, and were very resistant to injury.
However, when they did get injured, their wounds were very difficult to heal.
Some wounds would remain on their bodies forever, unremovable even by magic, unless extremely high-level healing magic was used.
And how many ordinary elves possessed such high-level healing magic?
Elliot frowned slightly and said softly, "Let's leave him. Let him be." He vaguely sensed something was amiss.
Elves were considered the most mysterious race. Rumor had it they were the most perfect race, every individual stunningly beautiful, with no ugliness among them.
But everything has its pros and cons. Such perfection... didn't it come at a price? Apparently, yes.
Before leaving, Kumoko glanced back at the elf man. For some reason, she felt he looked a little pitiful. Sigh, whatever.She hadn't killed him; that was the greatest mercy she could show.
Possessing [Ruler of Pride], she saw almost everything as experience points, which made her kill almost without hesitation.
And it wasn't like she started it; he attacked first. It really wasn't her fault.
What Kumoko didn't know was that this elf man had just been demoted from the "Brahmin" caste to an outcast, a pariah in the Forest Nation, and would be despised by all other elves.
That was why he had lost all his backbone and pride. The rigid hierarchy of the Forest Nation was beyond anyone's imagination.
No wonder the Demon Lord wanted to wipe out the elves. Given their nature, even the Demon Lord would probably be treated as a lower being here.
"Elliot, the elves... they're a bit different from what I imagined," Kumoko recalled the elf man's deathly pale face, her stomach now full of complaints.
Honestly, back in the Elroe Labyrinth, she was constantly chased and beaten by all sorts of monsters. In the beginning, even a wasp could bully her.
Because she was weak, she was covered in wounds every day. If not for the n%I=W skill, which eliminated all negative statuses and healed all wounds upon leveling up, she would have died several times over.
But even so, she persevered. Yet this elf, after suffering such minor injuries, looked like he was about to die.
Elliot nodded. "Indeed." It wasn't just Kumoko; his own impression of elves had changed drastically.
He remembered from the original story that one of Kumoko's reincarnated classmates was their teacher, who had been reborn as a pure-blooded elf. Importantly…
She reincarnated as the daughter of the major villain, Potimas!
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