Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World Case 8: Precision

Case 8: Precision.

''Before that, can you take out my weapon, Mom?'' Liana runs back to her mother. Actually, I don't even know what weapon she uses.

''Alright, dear, be careful.'' Marchioness Seymour reaches her left hand into the air and seemingly pulls out a scythe out of a black hole thingy.

So it's space magic, I'm jealous. I'll make sure to learn it later. Rather, her weapon is a scythe? An unusual one, huh. That one looks even taller than her. But still just a normal plain scythe it seems. Wait no, at the end of the tal handle is another small blade, pointing in the opposite direction as the main one.

Liana grabs her weapon and mana coats only the blade, then proceeds to coat her whole right arm holding the scythe as well. After spinning and swinging a few tis to warm up, she turns to Dad: ''I'm ready, Your Majesty.''

''Okay, I rember you were 4-star Interdiate last ti, right? So I'll do an orc then.''

So she is pretty strong for her age, 4-star Interdiate at 9 years old. Are all high elves this strong? That certainly seems to be the case.

Just like last ti, mana begins to accumulate on the other side of the field, forming an orc... Wait, that's way uglier than I thought, and disgusting, I'm pretty sure I'm frowning right now. I read they do rape won as well, how awful. Regardless, it is very intimidating, around ters tall, with green skin, and bulging muscles. This guy could win Mr.Olympia with his muscles, jeez.

''Go.''

The orc follows the command and charges straight forward, and so does Liana, wait, what?

Orc puts his hands together like a club and slams them straight down, but Liana steps to the right and jumps up, swinging her scythe towards the orc's neck, unfortunately, the orc jumps back just in ti. Liana's swing only manages to graze his right bicep a bit.

This one is tough.

The two go in again, this ti Orc tries to throw a punch with his right hand. Liana imdiately jumps up vertically to dodge and swings her scythe one more ti. This ti the blade went pretty deep into the orc's traps, causing it to fall back, clutching his wound.

This pattern is repeated a few more tis, they go in, and the orc tries to attack, but Liana dodges and deals damage to him. Eventually, his body collapses with nurous small and big wounds, Liana spins back to us, still panting with sweat, making a V sign with her hand. That's very cute, except for the orc's mangled corpse behind her.

We give her a round of applause, Marchioness Seymour lets out a sigh with a smile. I guess she's pretty worried about her daughter.

''That was pretty good, lady Seymour.'' My dad praises her.

''It's an honor, Your Majesty!'' Liana does a 90-degree bow before going towards her mother to hand back the scythe. The blood on the scythe disappears suddenly, obviously, because it's just an illusion.

''Guess I'm the last one.'' I turn to my dad.''What will you summon this ti, dad?''

''Hmm...'' Dad ponders a bit before he suggests: ''How about a troll? Can you handle it? We never tested your rank so this is based on my evaluation here.''

''Dear! Trolls are too much for her, who would let a 5-year-old fight trolls?'' My mom intervenes, frowning.

Mom's concern is valid, though, trolls are basically orcs, but bigger, stronger, and have ridiculous healing capabilities.

''Trust on this one, my love, I can cancel my illusion anyti if it gets dangerous. I really want to see my daughter's strength this ti.''

''...'' Mom closes her eyes and thinks for a mont. ''...Fine, but promise , don't let her get injured or anything, alright?''

''Absolutely, now, get ready, my little genius.'' Dad turns to and smiles.

I smile back, too, I'm happy they're worried about , really.

''You don't use weapons, Sylvie?'' Liana asks with a curious gaze.

''I don't have one. Yet.'' I give her a wink before turning my back to them. ''Go ahead, Dad.''

After a while, I can see a giant figure standing so distance away from , his height I reckon should be about five ters tall, that's insane. His skin is like a muddy green, he has fur patches everywhere except the front, red hungry eyes staring at . AND he got a big tree log in his hand as well. Yep, this is terrifying, no wonder my mom was so worried about .

But I got this. I think, even if he has insane healing power, at the end of the day he, is still a humanoid creature. I should know his weakness.

''Go.''

The troll imdiately brings his right hand holding the log up, preparing to throw the log at .

But before he does that, I raise my right hand first and point my index finger at his face. I then start to focus my mana control to the best of my ability, gathering almost all of the mana in this training field, condensing all of it to form a ring outside the troll's head, right around his nose, tightening it. Then with all my power, I rotated the ring counterclockwise, my finger moving from top to bottom, leaving a blue trail of the letter 'C' in the air. And-

snap

The troll's head turns unnaturally behind his body, and he collapses forward with a thud. Dead.

Just as I thought, the nervous system is still there, so I just need to sever it. Well, that was pretty good, GG.

As I turn around, I can see everyone's jaw dropped, even Emy has her mouth like this ['o']. Heh, that's what I can do when I'm serious.

So naturally, I put on my smug face. ''We-''

''What the hell was that?!'' Soone shouts, surprisingly it is Marchioness Seymour. ''How did you even do that?'' There goes her gentle image.

''Well, I was just thinking of a way to deal with it more efficiently. I don't want to fire magics blindly, that wouldn't do anything to the troll.'' This is true, even I am not very confident in taking the troll down with elental magic, that's why I used telekinesis, it was tough as hell though, I've never used telekinesis on this level before.

I see Emy and Liana's eyes looking at practically glowing, it doesn't help that they both have golden eyes, so bright, Jesus. This is why I despise those inferior websites that don't have dark mode. The adults, or the elderly are still dumbfounded though.

I have to help them snap out of this. ''Well, what is there to be surprised about, with years of experience (In gas) in dealing with monsters, this much is natural.'' I said while puffing out my (Soon) giant milkers, hands on my waist.

''...Sylvia, you're 5.''

That's not the point, Mom.

And what about my applause?