Something wrong with my life.

I have noticed it a long time ago that there seemed to be an invisible hand... manipulating everything about me in secret.

It all starts from when I was born.

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

I still clearly remember that on the day I was born, the branches of the World Tree were shining brightly, and even the high priest of the church was alarmed.

They watched me grow out of the treetops with passion, and looked at me with a fiery look while praising the goddess's name.

"The original elves! Another original elves! And it's a rare moonlight royal family!"

The priests were excited.

The chief high priest came to me and smiled while looking at me with his deep eyes:

"Child, according to the oracle under the crown of the Mother God, from today on your name is Mesca."

...

My name is Mesca.

Mescar Moonlight.

It is said that this is the great world tree—the crown of Eve Uktrashire descended down the oracle, and personally gave me the name.

For the elves, this is simply supreme glory.

Whenever I say my name, I will welcome the envious gazes of my companions.

However, from the bottom of my heart, I am not very satisfied with my name.

Even though I know very well, this was personally raised by the great Mother Goddess.

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

That's because the name "Mescar" means "kitten" in the elf 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 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 was given a name, my life was destined to be different from others.

However, things are not that simple.

It is not uncommon for the original elves of the Moonlight Clan, especially in recent years, they will encounter them almost every few years.

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

However, no one has seen any obvious miracles like me.

And in my subsequent growth, everything I experienced also showed that there seemed to be more secrets in me...

When other elves were still receiving teaching in the church, more than one higher-level elves came to me and wanted to become my mentor.

While other elves are still rushing around the city for their livelihood, I can receive a monthly living expenses that can make any adventurer crazy.

However, when I wanted to ask why those legends and even demigods favored me so much, they just smiled slightly and kept silent.

When I want to track the origin of every huge sum of money, it is often the ultimate.

I'm very uneasy.

Very uneasy.

I didn't give anything, I didn't want to have these things of unknown origin, and I didn't want to accept good intentions for no reason.

However, someone said to me:

"Mescar, these things belong to you."

"Don't refuse, you're just taking back what you have."

Something that belongs to you?

No no no no...

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

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

There are still many companions in this world who train themselves day and night, trying desperately to become stronger, but due to their potential and cognition, they are reluctant to move forward, so they need these things even more!

As for me?

No.

I just want to strive for my stuff...

I don't know what kind of secrets are hidden in me.

But I vaguely feel that those who smile at me don’t seem to see me.

They are clearly looking at me.

But it seems that it is not me.

They always ask me to take courses that I don't like, but they don't tell me why.

They commented on me in secret with a smile, and kept silent whenever I looked over.

I don't like this feeling.

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

A substitute for some existence that I don't know.

I can't stand this feeling.

Finally, it broke out.

"Who do you think of me as? I am Mescar! Mescar Moonlight!"

"Sorry... Lord Mescar, we are actually doing it for your own good. Uh... Have you finished your management course today?"

"Why do you need to learn management? You know, I don't like these, I just want to learn magic well and become an adventurer in the future!"

"No, according to the scheduled plan... you should be the best manager of the Elf Forest."

"Plan? What plan?"

"Ah...this..."

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

After that, I left the temple.

I climbed the highest tower of the Selected City.

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

But I felt in my heart that this place did not belong to me.

"What are you looking at?"

Just as I looked into the distance, a crisp sound came from my side.

I was startled.

Looking back, I found that a black-haired boy appeared beside me at some point.

Strange... I didn't know him, but I felt a little close inexplicably.

“I’m watching the scenery.”

I replied so.

“Look at the scenery…”

The boy chewed on this sentence and fell into silence.

After a long time, he looked at me, and his red eyes were extremely deep:

"Don't you like your life now?"

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

I shook my head.

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

"But that doesn't belong to me. I don't like being manipulated in life. Of course... you can also say that I'm full and pretentious."

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

The boy asked again.

"Probably... I am a free and free ranger who punishes good and eliminates evil, travels to the plane."

I said so.

"Why is this time?"
To be continued...