Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody

"Impossible!"

Even though I was angrily venting alone in my private room, there was no one to respond.

I had been entrusted with managing the mansion left behind by the honorable sage, yet a human tribe brat was to become the new master...

At the very least, it would have been better if the Elf Misnaria-sama had taken the position.

And to make matters worse, they even fabricated that this brat was a friend of the High Elf, dragging Misnaria-sama into this foolish story. What a shameless person.

The medallion of the manager trembled with a buzzing sound.

Thinking it was a summons from the brat, I looked at the medallion and saw that the source was the World Tree’s communication bureau.

Hurriedly, I checked my appearance, lightly tapped the medallion, and switched to call mode.

“Nice to meet you. Are you Rireruru?”

“Aarize-sama, no, it’s Leliril.”

“Huh? No way, I’m sorry, Rireruru.”

“I told you, it’s Leliril.”

Normally, I’d have yelled, “Don’t get my name wrong!” but I couldn’t afford that now.

Because the person appearing on the medallion wasn’t just any Elf, but the breathtakingly divine lord sacred tree herself—the High Elf Aarize-sama...

I must be dying today.

Just meeting an Elf-sama would be enough motivation to work diligently for ten years, but to be acknowledged by the lord sacred tree, whom even our senile old master has never met...

A mispronounced name was nothing at all.

“Leliril, please take good care of Satou. Satou will surely make effective use of Ivy Manor’s facilities. She knows Toya’s last wishes, so I believe she will use them for good deeds.”

“As you wish, lord sacred tree. I will serve with all my heart and soul.”

“Aze-sama, there’s a call from the Biloanan Clan about the Philosopher’s Stone matter.”

“Oh, I’ll be right there. Well then, Leliril—is that right? Do your best to assist Satou.”

To have the lord sacred tree call my name and encourage me!

Ah, I’m so happy I could die. With such a bonus, I don’t mind helping that brat as much as needed.

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“Oh? Isn’t Misnaria-sama with you, brat Satou?”

“Ah, Mia is working hard in the labyrinth. I came here to use the workshop.”

How rude of the human tribe brat to call the Elf-sama by her nickname.

But since the lord sacred tree asked, this Leliril will bury any selfish feelings and lend a hand.

After all, if I don’t help, he definitely won’t be able to operate any of the mansion’s equipment.

...How can he handle unfamiliar devices like it’s nothing?

“Ah, I reviewed the documents left by Torazayuuya beforehand. Besides, Giril gave me a ‘hearing’ about Ivy Manor’s facilities, so it’s no problem. Leliril, sorry to trouble you, but could you bring a clean tray and a large bucket? I need to synthesize the culture solution.”

“Y-Yes, right away.”

Even though I was told how to use it, I shouldn’t be able to operate it... yet he’s mastering it?

This is strange. Even this Leliril only learned how to use the equipment after years of hellish special training by the old master.

But brat Satou is using it like it’s second nature.

Like a chef preparing a meal with familiar tools.

Operating several refinement machines in parallel with magic power—it's unbelievable to watch.

Moreover, even with the mansion’s fake core assistance, using that much magic power without triggering magic power deficiency is inhuman.

Honestly, it’s so unbelievable it gives me a headache.

The lord sacred tree’s recognition makes sense.

That’s it! Satou-sama must be a demigod or an apostle of the gods disguised as a human tribe member!

That explanation fits perfectly.

There’s no way a human tribe member could be a friend of the lord sacred tree and marry an Elf-sama.

“I have urgent business and will return to the mansion. Leliril, please take care of cleaning up the workshop.”

“Yes, understood, Satou-sama!”

From now on, I must serve with all my spirit!

Seeing Satou-sama off as he left, I rolled up my sleeves and headed to clean the workshop.