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Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Chapter 192: The Secret Of The Spirit Of The Forest · Nov 04, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Looming Extinction 2026-11-04
152 Chapter 152: Fight For Your Future 2026-11-04
153 Chapter 153: That’s Not War, That’s Genocide 2026-11-04
154 Chapter 154: Agents Of Destruction 2026-11-04
155 Chapter 155: Justice? Heh, I Just Want Blood On My Hands 2026-11-04
156 Chapter 156: I’m Willing To Trade My Virginity For This Gun! 2026-11-04
157 Chapter 157: An Assassin’s Favourite Gun 2026-11-04
158 Chapter 158: Elf Shooting Range 2026-11-04
159 Chapter 159: Gun Enthusiast Or Elf Matriarch? 2026-11-04
160 Chapter 160: Unquenchable Curiosity 2026-11-04
161 Chapter 161: Like Mother, Like Daughters 2026-11-04
162 Chapter 162: Exposing Her True Self 2026-11-04
163 Chapter 163: Cuter By The Second 2026-11-04
164 Chapter 164: Recoil = Jiggling Pudding 2026-11-04
165 Chapter 165: Keep Petting Me! 2026-11-04
166 Chapter 166: Unfamiliar Feeling 2026-11-04
167 Chapter 167: Tell Us Your Secret! 2026-11-04
168 Chapter 168: End It All 2026-11-04
169 Chapter 169: Shoot Me! Shoot Me Already! 2026-11-04
170 Chapter 170: Innocent Brothers 2026-11-04
171 Chapter 171: A Taste Of Blood 2026-11-04
172 Chapter 172: Renewable And Non Renewable Disposal 2026-11-04
173 Chapter 173: Unresolvable Hatred 2026-11-04
174 Chapter 174: Like Aunt, Like Niece 2026-11-04
175 Chapter 175: I’ll Fight The Goddess For You! 2026-11-04
176 Chapter 176: Have I Been Drugged? 2026-11-04
177 Chapter 177: Beheading One’s Little Brother 2026-11-04
178 Chapter 178: A Letter From The Goddess 2026-11-04
179 Chapter 179: First Kiss 2026-11-04
180 Chapter 180: Bountiful Fruits 2026-11-04
181 Chapter 181: Identical Twins, Identical Kitties 2026-11-04
182 Chapter 182: I Accept All Of You 2026-11-04
183 Chapter 183: I Took Your Second Virginity?! 2026-11-04
184 Chapter 184: Turn Me Into A Disgrace! 2026-11-04
185 Chapter 185: The Sacred Mark 2026-11-04
186 Chapter 186: The Burden Of Responsibility 2026-11-04
187 Chapter 187: A Nest, A Bird, A Egg And A Cock 2026-11-04
188 Chapter 188: The Search For The Lucky Elf 2026-11-04
189 Chapter 189: Why Is My Mother So Innocent?! 2026-11-04
190 Chapter 190: You’re The One Who Was Moaning Right? 2026-11-04
191 Chapter 191: Secret Helper 2026-11-04
192 Chapter 192: The Secret Of The Spirit Of The Forest 2026-11-04
193 Chapter 193: Hidden Love 2026-11-04
194 Chapter 194: I’m Not A Stalker! 2026-11-04
195 Chapter 195: The Race Of Assassins 2026-11-04
196 Chapter 196: Please Don’t Pull Out! 2026-11-04
197 Chapter 197: Forty Years Of Hidden Kindness 2026-11-04
198 Chapter 198: Unfulfilled Wishes 2026-11-04
199 Chapter 199: I Deserve Compensation 2026-11-04
200 Chapter 200: Ravaging The Matriarch 2026-11-04

Leona tucked her list away and moved with the efficiency of someone who had done this a hundred times before.

Luca followed, staying hidden in the trees, watching as the former matriarch of the village transformed into something else entirely.

She reached one of the rope bridges that connected two massive treehouses.

The bridge that had seen better days, as Luca could see the frayed ropes from where he stood, the weathered planks that creaked ominously when anyone crossed.

It was only a matter of time before someone fell through.

Leona paused at the edge, her sharp eyes scanning the bridge for damage.

Then, with that same silent grace he had seen before, she climbed onto the structure and began to work.

Her fingers moved with practiced skill, untying the old, rotten ropes and replacing them with fresh cordage she had produced from somewhere.

She worked quickly, methodically, checking each knot twice, testing the tension of every rope and when she was done, the bridge looked brand new, solid as stone.

She slipped away just as an elf approached from the other side, never knowing who had saved her from a dangerous fall.

Next, she found a pile of firewood stacked near someone’s home and quickly split all the logs with a axe nearby.

She then gathered armful after armful, carrying them to the doorstep and stacking them neatly, protected from rain.

She did this three times for three different homes, each time checking to make sure no one was watching, each time slipping away with that same satisfied smile.

Next, Luca found her next at a clothesline, where laundry hung limp and dry in the afternoon breeze.

She gathered everything—shirts, trousers, small garments that must have belonged to children—and carried them to a secluded corner behind a tree.

There, with movements so quick and efficient they blurred, she folded everything.

Blouses folded into crisp squares. Pants creased perfectly down the legs. Children’s clothes stacked in neat little piles.

When the laundry was done, she placed it in a basket she had brought with her and set it on the doorstep of the home it belonged to.

She then pulled out her list. Marked something off. Moved on.

Luca followed, more fascinated with every passing minute.

He watched her gather bundles of reeds that had been left to dry by the riverbank—reeds that had been soaking for days, waiting to be woven into baskets.

Leona sat behind a tree, hidden from view, and began to work.

Her fingers moved like magic, twisting and weaving the reeds into shapes that seemed to form themselves.

Within minutes, she had produced three beautiful baskets—sturdy, well-crafted, the kind of baskets that would last for years.

She left them on the doorstep of the basket maker’s home, and when the old woman came out to find them, she looked up at the sky with tears in her eyes.

”The forest spirit has blessed me again.” She whispered.

Behind her tree, Leona glowed with pride.

And on she went.

To a home where the roof had developed a leak—Leona climbed up, patched it with fresh thatch, and disappeared before anyone noticed.

To a garden where pests had been eating the vegetables—she scattered a mixture of herbs and flowers that Luca recognized as natural repellents, and the pests scattered with them.

To a chicken coop where a fox had been trying to break in—she reinforced the fencing, added extra latches, and left a small offering of eggs for the hens.

Everywhere she went, kindness followed.

Everywhere she went, problems were solved.

Everywhere she went, she left behind nothing but gratitude aimed at a forest spirit that didn’t exist.

Luca watched, his heart growing warmer with each act of secret generosity.

She fixed a broken window latch.

She swept the steps of the village elder’s home.

She sharpened the knives at the communal kitchen while no one was looking.

She left fresh flowers on the doorstep of a family since the young one was celebrating her birthday today.

The list went on. And on. And on.

And with each act, Leona grew more exhausted.

Her face was streaked with sweat, her dress stained with dirt and grass and the various materials she had worked with all day.

Her hair, usually so immaculate, had come loose from its pins and fell in messy waves around her face. She moved more slowly now, her steps heavier, her pauses more frequent.

But she never stopped.

She never complained.

She instead was smiling.

That soft, secret, satisfied smile that Luca had seen on her face all day.

The smile of someone who had done good, who had helped, who had loved without asking for anything in return.

And Luca, watching from the branches above, felt something click into place in his mind.

The villagers always spoke of the Spirit of the Forest.

The guardian of the woods, they called it.

An ancient presence that watched over them, that helped them when they needed it, that left gifts and solved problems without ever showing itself.

Some said it was the spirit of the first matriarch.

Others said it was the forest itself, protecting its children.

Luca had heard these stories and thought them quaint. He had assumed they were just tales, the kind of folklore that every village collected over the centuries.

But then there had been that moment with Luna, when they were making chicken together, and she had mentioned that ”the forest spirit” had helped with the sauces.

Luca didn’t know what to say at that time.

Now he understood.

There was no forest spirit. There never had been.

There was only Leona.

She was the one who left gifts on doorsteps.

She was the one who brought food to the sick and flowers to the ones celebrating.

She was the one who worked in secret, who asked for nothing, who gave everything.

She was the Spirit of the Forest. The guardian of the village. The unseen hand that made life just a little bit easier for everyone who lived here.

And she had been doing it for years. Alone. In secret. Never telling anyone. Never asking for credit.

Never once letting the mask slip—except in these hidden moments, when she could be herself without anyone knowing.

Luca sat back against the branch, letting the realization wash over him.

A few days ago, he wouldn’t have understood. He would have wondered why she hid, why she did all this good without taking credit, why she let others believe in a spirit that didn’t exist.

But now he knew her story. Now he understood.

Leona was kind. She was warm. She was generous and caring and soft in ways she would never let anyone see.

She loved her village with a ferocity that would have consumed anyone else, and she wanted nothing more than to protect it, to nurture it, to see it thrive.

But she couldn’t show that. For some reason—a reason he was only beginning to understand—she had to be cold.

She had to be distant.

She had to wear that mask of stone every moment of every day, hiding the woman she really was behind walls so thick that even her own daughters had forgotten what lay beneath.

So she found another way. A secret way to love her village without anyone knowing it was her love that sustained them.

And now Luca knew.

He looked down at her, still leaning against the tree, still smiling that soft, satisfied smile.

She looked exhausted. She looked filthy. She looked like she had worked harder today than most elves worked in a week.

And she looked happier than he had ever seen her.

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