Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Luca, unaware of their quiet exchange, continued to prove his innocence.

”As for what Julius said earlier, about me killing women.” He began, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. ”I don’t need to make a big demonstration for that. It’s very simple.”

He folded his arms loosely and looked around the gathered elves.

”Just because someone is a woman...” He said evenly. ”...doesn’t mean she’s innocent.”

The words made a few elves stiffen. But his tone wasn’t aggressive; it was simply matter-of-fact.

”Tell me.” He continued. ”If a woman held a knife to your throat, trying to rob or kill you...would you let her go just because she’s a woman? Or would you fight back?”

He paused for a moment, then answered himself.

”Of course you’d fight back. You wouldn’t care about chivalry or some ridiculous notion of gallantry. In that moment, gender doesn’t matter. Survival does.”

The elves listened quietly, some nodding slowly.

”Every woman I killed...” Luca said. ”...wasn’t some innocent civilian. They were involved in the plans, the schemes, the bloodshed. Some were even more dangerous than the men.”

His voice darkened slightly.

”And I’ll say this clearly, I don’t enjoy killing women. But I won’t spare anyone who picks up a sword against me or against the people I protect.”

Many of the female approved of that, murmuring in agreement.

”He’s right.” One said softly.

”Evil is evil no matter the form.” Another added.

Julius, however, forced a tense smile, his eyes narrowing.

”Then what about the nuns?” He said sharply. ”The sisters of the church?”

”Those women practiced peace and empathy—they spread kindness and charity. They took in orphans, fed the poor, sheltered the weak.”

He raised his voice slightly, his tone almost accusing.

”What did they do to deserve being burned alive? You burned down their church, didn’t you? What kind of hero does that?”

The crowd murmured again. Leona’s expression grew tense; Nyx crossed her arms.

All eyes returned to Luca.

But Luca didn’t flinch. He simply looked at Julius with an almost bored expression.

”You’re only looking at one side.” He said quietly.

”What?” Julius frowned.

”On the outside.” Luca continued. ”Those women seemed like saints—praying to their god, running their orphanages, feeding the poor. But the reality...” His voice lowered, cold and sharp now. ”...the reality was far more disgusting.”

He let his words hang in the air for a long, dreadful pause before saying.

”Those women were kidnappers.”

The elves tensed.

”They didn’t protect orphans—they created them. They abducted children from villages, told people they were saving them, and then sold them to rich nobles. They ran an entire underground trade disguised as a holy mission.”

”A business built on the tears of children.”

A horrified silence fell over the clearing.

”They even held auctions.” Luca said, his voice trembling faintly with restrained disgust. ”They’d dress the children in disgusting outfits, line them up, and sell them to the highest bidder.”

”As for their fate...Well, you can imagine.”

Several of the elves gasped. Some turned pale, others clenched their fists in rage.

”Monsters...” One of the women whispered.

”They deserve to burn.” Luna muttered under her breath, her eyes cold.

”Yeah!” Lulu added furiously. ”If I was there, I’d have added more oil to make the fire bigger!”

A few startled chuckles escaped despite the heaviness in the air. But Julius wasn’t swayed.

He jerked up, his eyes narrowing.

”Oh, how convenient.” He said. ”Stories and rumors. Maybe they were bad people. Or maybe you’re just justifying your crimes after the fact.” His eyes glinted sharply. ”You expect us to take your word for it? Do you have proof?”

He stepped closer as he continued,

”I mean, you talk like everything you did was righteous, but tell me, can you honestly say that out of all the people you’ve killed, not one...”

”...not even one was innocent?”

Julius’s words struck like a challenge and even the elves who had begun to side with Luca hesitated.

This was because everyone knew the truth: in any war, innocent blood was always spilled.

Surely, not even he could claim otherwise.

But Luca...just smiled.

”I was wondering when you’d ask that.” He said casually.

The confidence in his voice made Julius freeze.

”I expected someone to doubt me.” Luca continued. ”That’s why...”

He lifted one hand slowly.

”I came prepared.”

He snapped his fingers lightly.

Immediately, a pulse of light shimmered through the air—and then, with a soft whoomph, a small blue portal opened beside him.

The elves gasped, stepping back instinctively.

And from that portal, bundles of papers began to emerge, floating gently before dropping to the ground.

One after another, stacks of folders tied with rope, some loose, some sealed, spilled out in neat piles.

By the time it ended, an entire mountain of documents stood before them.

The elves stared in shock.

”What...What is that?” One of them whispered.

”These...” Luca patted the top of the stack with a small smile. ”...are all my reports. Records of every person I executed and the reasons why.”

The crowd erupted in murmurs. Even Leona’s eyes widened slightly.

”If I’d simply killed people blindly.” Luca continued. ”The human continent would have fallen into chaos. Rumors would spread. Fear would turn into rebellion.”

He looked directly at Julius.

”So I documented everything. Every name, every crime, every verdict.”

He brushed the dust off one of the folders, showing the organized text and stamped seals within.

”I made sure the entire continent understood that each execution had a reason. That every person who died deserved it.”

He placed the folder back on the pile and looked up at the silent elves.

”This is a copy of those reports.” He said calmly. ”Every single soul I took is recorded here and the reason why their deaths were necessary.”

The elves stared at the mountain of evidence in stunned silence, while Luca’s smile grew slightly, his eyes glinting in the sunlight.

”So...” He said softly. ”To answer your question—yes, I can be absolutely sure. Because I didn’t take lives for pleasure or for hate.”

He turned his gaze toward the elves with an unwavering gaze

”I only did the Reaper’s Job and sent the souls that were being awaited in Hell.”

Everyone found it hard to breath as he truly wasn’t exaggerating at the moment. With the amount of lives he has taken, the Goddess of Death herself would be ashamed.

But just as the mood was getting chilly, Luca clapped his hands lightly and said with an inviting smile.

”Go on, go on, don’t hesitate. Everyone come over and take a look at these files for yourselves. See with your own eyes whether what I’m saying is true or not.”

The male elves hesitated and stayed near Julius, their faces caught between fear and uncertainty.

But the female elves—curious and eager—began moving forward.

Luna was the first, followed by Nyx, Leona, and Lulu, and then several others joined them.

Before long, they were all surrounding the reports, the rustle of paper filling the quiet clearing.

One by one, the women began to open the bundles.

Inside were sheets covered in neat, uniform text—each page stamped, not written. Every letter was precise, identical, perfectly aligned.

It wasn’t the work of a scribe or secretary; it looked manufactured.

”What in the world...” One of the elves whispered in amazement, running her fingers across the page. ”It’s not written—it’s stamped. And every page looks the same.”

Luna leaned closer, scanning the words. ”The font...it’s all identical.” She murmured. ”There’s not even a smudge or a stray line.”

Each report contained names, crimes, evidence, even locations and witness accounts. And the pages that didn’t hold direct proof contained cross-references—citations leading to where that information could be found.

The elves astonishment grew with each turn of the page.

”This one...” A young elf said, holding up a sheet. ”...lists a merchant named Dalton. It says he owned several slave mines under false trade names. He trafficked captured human girls, passed them off as human servants, and sold them to nobles in the southern states.”

Another elf flipped through another document.

”And this one...a bishop who built orphanages just to harvest organs from the children he took in. Gods...” She shuddered, her face pale. ”They’re all monsters.”

”Oh, this!” Another one perked up. ”This is talking about the church the Hero was talking about! All the proof of their activities are written here!”

Every new report revealed something worse than the last—every name followed by a crime that justified its ending.

Reading through so many files, Luna finally looked up at Luca, eyes wide and shining with awe.

”This is incredible.” She said, almost breathlessly. ”It’s so well-documented! Every single thing! Crime, proof, names—it’s all here! How did you even do all this?”

Luca scratched the back of his neck modestly. ”Ah, well, it wasn’t that hard...”

But Lulu wasn’t convinced.

”Not hard?!” She exclaimed. ”There are thousands of papers here! Your hands must have hurt so much writing all this down!”

”And your handwriting is so neat, too! My handwriting feels like scribbling compared to yours!”

Her innocent sincerity made several of the others chuckle softly. But Luca only smiled awkwardly.

”I didn’t actually write most of it myself.” He admitted, waving his hand dismissively. ”I just compiled it all.”

Nyx raised an eyebrow. ”Compiled it?”

”Yeah.” Luca said. ”You see, the human continent was already in chaos before I even stepped in. Corruption, crime, rebellion—it was everywhere. And there were already a lot of small underground organizations keeping track of it all. They’d been gathering evidence, lists, ledgers—everything.”

He gestured to the mountain of reports.

”So I just...took their data. Collected it all, cleaned it up, organized it, and then...”

He smiled faintly.

”...printed it.”

Leona blinked, confused. ”You what?”

”I printed it.” Luca repeated casually.

The elves exchanged puzzled glances. Finally, one of the younger ones asked hesitantly.

”What exactly does that mean? What’s...printing?”

Luca chuckled softly.

”Right, I forgot—this world doesn’t have that.” He crossed his arms. ”It’s a kind of machine from my world. You don’t need to use an ink press or stamp each page by hand. You don’t even need to write at all.”

The elves gasped softly.

”You just type everything into another device called a computer.” Luca explained patiently. ”And once the data’s in, you just press a button and the printer will create as many copies as you want.”

”Perfect, exact copies. Ten, a hundred, even a million if you need.”

Lulu’s eyes were wide as saucers.

”So if I wanted a thousand love poems about how great I am.” She asked in awe. ”I could just press a button and it would make them for me?”

Luca laughed. ”Yes, though it might run out of paper before that.”

The elves murmured among themselves, fascinated and bewildered by the strange concept of a world where such machines existed.

Nyx picked up another page and frowned, tracing her finger over the text.

”But these symbols...they’re not the human alphabet, their our own.” She lifted the sheet closer to him. ”I’m surprised you were able to write all of this in our demi-human language as well.”

Luca rubbed his chin in grimace before reluctantly saying, ”Oh, that part was a pain.”

Nyx raised an eyebrow. ”Go on.”

”Well...” Luca began to describe his struggles. ”When it came to the human continent, all I had to do was print the data as it was and scatter it everywhere.”

”But I realized that wouldn’t work here. I’d heard that the demi-humans could speak human languages just fine and they actually use it more then their own traditional language, but not many could read them.”

”And because of that I had to rewrite everything in your language, so that everyone could understand.”

Luna blinked. ”You...rewrote all of this?”

”I tried.” Luca said dryly. ”But handwriting thousands of reports wasn’t exactly fun. So I built something to do it for me.”

”What could possibly help you translate something like this?” Nyx asked.

”A language recognition system.” He smiled. ”It’s a kind of software that takes text in one language and converts it into another. I fed both the human and demi-human languages into it, made a conversion matrix, and the system handled the rest. It translated everything automatically.”

The elves stared at him blankly, not understanding a single word of what he said. But their faces made it clear they were impressed nonetheless.

”So...” Lulu said slowly, trying to piece it together. ”You made...a magic box...that writes for you?”

Luca laughed. ”Something like that, yes.”

Hearing this, Leona had another doubt that bothered her.

”Wait.” She said softly. ”Does that mean...you learned how to write in our language? Properly?”

”Ah, about that, well...speaking your language came easy, somehow.” Luca scratched the back of his head. ”For some reason, I could understand everyone here the moment I arrived like it was implanted in my head. But writing it...”

He smiled faintly. ”...that I had to learn. Took me a day, but it wasn’t that bad.”

”A day?!” Leona blinked in disbelief. ”Our script takes years for even elves to master! It’s deliberately complex so humans can’t imitate it easily. Its entire structure is opposite to human syntax.”

”Even our children struggle to master it when they’re young. And yet you...” She narrowed her eyes. ”...you’re telling me you learned it in days?”

Luca gave her a sheepish grin. ”Guess I’m just a quick learner.”

Hearing really irritated both Leona and Luna as well since they themselves took over five years to master their own language script, which they were actually proud of since that was considered quick.

But here Luca was saying that he learnt it in a day and it made them what to throw the files in their hands in his face.

Lulu on the other hand still hadn’t even fully learnt how to read yet and was taking her time to read the reports like she was dyslexic.

Nyx on the other hand didn’t know whether to be scared or impressed, as she already thought that he was overpowered when it came to strength.

But now it was obvious his mind was also something she couldn’t complete with and it made it seem as if nothing could go past him without catching his eyes, which even scared her a little bit.