Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2065: Tell me more

Sighing deeply, the elder finally uttered, "What must we do to earn your trust? Our offer of help comes from pure goodwill, and we'll go to any lengths to prove it to you. After all, you are our savior."

The manner in which the elder delivered these words made it feel like I was compelling it to speak them at that very moment.

That notion held some truth, given my reluctance to embrace their aid without securing what I desired. In reality, I was eager to discover if there was any benefit I could extract from them.

"Share more details about the gods and the divine war you witnessed long ago," I demanded without pause.

The elder clearly faltered upon hearing my request, yet I remained silent, patiently awaiting its response.

Following a prolonged hush, the elder pivoted and declared, "Come with me, if you please."

In utter silence, we journeyed onward for quite some time before arriving at a cavern we'd previously discovered. However, we'd always avoided venturing inside, as the rock elementals deemed it a sacred burial ground.

Had we aided the rock elementals earlier, our arrival here would have been far swifter.

Upon reaching the site, the elder proceeded inside without uttering a word.

The ongoing quiet between us brought me no unease; instead, curiosity burned within me about what they intended to reveal.

Entering the cave, it became immediately apparent what the elder aimed to display. Surrounding us, every wall bore intricate engravings of these scenes.

These appeared to be illustrative depictions narrating a tale of some sort.

Etched into the cavern walls like this, they undoubtedly chronicled the rock elementals' own legacy.

Yet relying solely on these visuals, deciphering their full history proved impossible for me.

After advancing a short distance, the elder halted abruptly and faced me once more.

Its expression betrayed inner conflict over how to proceed, but at last, the elder spoke, "I will reveal the chronicle of our rock elemental clan, yet you must vow to guard this secret. Such knowledge cannot be divulged to outsiders."

A puzzled expression crossed my features at these words, unable to fathom the cause of the elder's hesitation, though I nodded in agreement to signify my comprehension.

With my affirmation given, the elder pressed its hand against the stone surface.

As its palm touched the wall, a burst of light emanated from the carvings, and figures abruptly emerged from the etched designs.

These resembled stone-formed entities of some kind.

Observing them, the purpose of these rock-based figures was easy to discern.

Indeed, it was fascinating to witness the unique technique the rock elementals employed for preserving their past. Naturally, only beings like them, who could manipulate elemental forces, could achieve such a feat.

Lacking that ability, the wall etchings would never have spawned these stone figures to reenact their saga.

At the outset, these rock figures displayed no remarkable traits.

From my vantage, they merely mimicked ordinary rock elementals, albeit lacking the vital essence found in living ones.

Their motions and actions resembled mere automatons guided by an unseen force.

Thus, I paid little heed to the constructs themselves and instead concentrated on the scene they portrayed.

Still, nothing extraordinary caught my eye in this display.

The narrative unfolded by the rock figures depicted a straightforward origin tale for the rock elementals.

Or rather, this represented their believed beginnings.

Truthfully, they lacked precise knowledge of their own creation.

Regardless of how intently I observed, their backstory revealed no cause for shame. It simply recounted their emergence from the natural world in a commonplace manner.

Noting my reaction, the elder met my gaze with evident discomfort before murmuring, "Patience—just watch what comes next."

I arched an eyebrow in doubt, but held my tongue while continuing to observe the performance of the stone figures.

As the rock elementals' chief, the elder undoubtedly grasped their heritage far better than I ever could. I had no grounds to claim superior insight.

At length, the source of the elder's embarrassment revealed itself.

Comprehension eluded me initially, but clarity soon dawned.

Everything hinged on a solitary deed by one of the stone figures.

Suddenly, that particular construct launched an assault on another.

The unprovoked strike puzzled me at first, but understanding arrived as the aggressor swelled in size.

With the target diminishing rapidly, it was evident the assailant was siphoning its strength to grow more formidable.

Once the act concluded, the attacker hadn't exactly doubled, yet it loomed considerably larger than prior.

Plainly, the victor had claimed and integrated the loser's essence.