I Breathe Euro-Chapter 227: Elves.

Jack immersed himself in the depths of the Elven medical lab, fascinated by the rudimentary yet intricate setup. The Elves, though primitive in technological advancement compared to his own standards, possessed a deep-rooted knowledge of herbal medicine and nature-based healing. Their techniques were unlike anything he had encountered before—infusions, salves, and extracts derived from the rarest flora found only in the ancient, enchanted forests. However, their medical science lacked the precision and refinement of modern pharmaceutical methods.

Determined to bridge the gap between their traditional knowledge and modern medicine, Jack set up a research center within the lab. He gathered samples of the herbs, analyzing them under makeshift microscopes he had managed to build with the help of Dwarven glassmakers. The Elves were skeptical at first, but as Jack explained the molecular structures and potential enhancements of their medicines, they started to trust his insights.

Jack focused on synthesizing a variety of new medicines tailored to the ailments afflicting the Elves and the Dwarves alike. He started by creating a cure for Forest Sickness, a mysterious ailment that weakened Elves who strayed too far from their ancestral groves. His research led him to discover that the sickness was caused by an imbalance in the body’s absorption of mystical energies, leaving them vulnerable to decay and fatigue. By blending rare enchanted herbs with stabilizing compounds, Jack formulated an elixir that restored their vitality and prolonged their resistance to the sickness. The first Elf to take the medicine recovered within hours, an event that left the entire kingdom in awe of Jack’s medical prowess.

Encouraged by this success, Jack turned his attention to developing medicines that could boost immunity and enhance physical resilience. He formulated potent healing salves that accelerated wound regeneration, infused with Dwarven minerals to fortify the skin. For the warriors preparing for battle against the Shadow King, he designed an energy-boosting tonic that increased stamina and reduced battle fatigue, ensuring that they could fight for extended periods without exhaustion.

In collaboration with Elven scholars, Jack also created a specialized antidote to counteract the venom of Dark Elf weapons. He tested it on animals first and then on willing volunteers who had suffered minor wounds in past skirmishes. The results were astonishing—their recovery time was halved, and the poison’s lethality was nullified within moments of application. The Elves hailed this as a miraculous breakthrough, further cementing Jack’s status among them as a healer of unparalleled ability.

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As days turned into weeks, Jack’s reputation spread across the land. Dwarves traveled from their underground cities to seek treatment, and even the reserved Elven nobility came forth to request his expertise. The medical lab, once a neglected space filled with outdated tools, became a bustling center of research and healing. Jack’s discoveries did not stop at medicine—he also devised sanitation improvements and infection control measures, ensuring a higher standard of living for everyone.

The Elven Queen herself invited Jack to the royal palace, eager to personally commend his contributions. Over a grand feast, she bestowed upon him the title of "The Miracle Alchemist," a name that resonated throughout the lands. But Jack, ever the realist, knew that despite these advancements, the true challenge lay ahead. The Shadow King loomed in the darkness, and with war imminent, his medical innovations would soon be put to the ultimate test.

With his new arsenal of medicine and the support of both the Dwarves and Elves, Jack prepared for what was to come. He had changed the world of medicine in this realm forever, but he knew that science alone wouldn’t win the war. It was time to take the next step—fortifying the defenses and ensuring that no more innocent lives would be lost to sickness or battle.

Jack had always been a man of science and logic, but in this strange world, amidst the glowing forests and the breathtakingly beautiful Elven kingdom, he found himself swept into something entirely unexpected—love. The Elven Princess, Lirien, had captivated him in a way that nothing else had. Her emerald-green eyes held the wisdom of centuries, and her voice carried the melody of the wind that rustled through the ancient trees.

It all began when Jack delivered the first batch of medicines to the Elven healers. The elves, despite their long lifespans and superior physiques, suffered from a mysterious sickness they called the "Forest Curse." Trees, the very lifeblood of their civilization, were deteriorating, and the elves were weakening alongside them. Jack, with his unrelenting drive, spent days and nights in the primitive lab he had found, analyzing the spores in the air, the soil composition, and even the biological makeup of the elves themselves.

Lirien was always there, watching him work. At first, she was skeptical, her ancient elven pride making it difficult to believe that an outsider—a human—could find the answer to their greatest ailment. But as Jack tirelessly worked, she began to see the brilliance in his methods. He explained things to her in ways she had never heard before, his deep blue eyes lighting up as he discussed molecular structures, energy conversion, and biological adaptability.

Then, one evening, after days of failed experiments, Jack finally found the cure. It was a combination of special herbs that only grew in the deepest part of the enchanted forest, mixed with a stabilizing agent he synthesized from underground mineral deposits. The elves rejoiced, celebrating Jack as a hero. The elders of the kingdom called for a grand feast in his honor, and it was there that Lirien, dressed in flowing silver robes, approached him.

"You have done what no one else could," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack chuckled, sipping the sweet elven wine. "That’s what I do, Princess. I solve problems."

Her delicate fingers brushed against his as she took the cup from his hands. "You have solved much more than just a sickness, Jack Dwarafriend." The title the dwarves had given him rolled off her tongue with an elegance that made his heart race.

That night, the two of them walked through the luminous gardens, where glowing flowers bloomed under the twin moons of the sky. They talked for hours, sharing stories of their worlds. Jack told her about Earth, its towering cities, its boundless oceans, and the chaos of humanity. Lirien, in turn, spoke of the elven past, of wars long forgotten, of magic intertwined with nature, and of the ancient duty her people bore to protect the land.

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Days passed, and their bond deepened. Lirien often visited Jack in his lab, assisting him in refining the cure, learning from his wisdom, and in turn, teaching him the ways of magic. He was a man of science, yet there was something undeniably alluring about the way magic worked in this world. It wasn’t just energy—it was life itself, an unseen force that responded to will and emotion.

One fateful evening, as Jack was sketching new blueprints for an advanced irrigation system to restore the forests, Lirien entered his workshop, looking troubled.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, setting down his notes.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My father, the King, has summoned you. There are… expectations."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Expectations?"

Lirien’s face flushed slightly, a rare sight for an elf. "It is customary for the one who saves the kingdom to be offered the hand of royalty."

Jack stared at her, the weight of her words settling in. Was this real? He had never considered himself the type to be tied down, but here, in this world, everything was different. He had built roads, weapons, medicine, even friendships. Now, love had found him when he least expected it.

He stepped closer to her, his hands gently cupping her face. "And what do you want, Lirien?"

Her eyes softened, and in them, he saw an entire world. "I want what the wind whispers to me every night… I want you."

Jack smiled, leaning in, their lips meeting under the glow of the enchanted sky. The scientist had found something he could never quantify—love. And in that moment, he realized that, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t just building a future—he was living it.

Jack had always been aware of the attention he received from the Elven Princess, but what he didn’t anticipate was the silent admiration growing in the heart of the Elven Queen herself. She was a vision of timeless beauty, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight, her emerald-green eyes holding the wisdom of centuries. Despite her regal demeanor, there was a softness to her gaze whenever it landed upon Jack.

The Elves had long held traditions, and the Queen was known for her unwavering discipline and strong leadership. Yet, around Jack, she seemed to find herself lingering, as if drawn by an invisible force. She would watch him as he worked tirelessly in the medical lab, mixing herbs, refining compounds, and crafting medicines that had already begun healing the sick within their kingdom. The very essence of his intellect and dedication fascinated her.

Jack, of course, had no clue. His mind was consumed with research and innovation, determined to solidify his contributions to this newfound world. The Elven Princess, ever present, would sit beside him and engage in deep discussions, offering insights into the world’s flora and mystical energies. Her love for Jack was clear, and the two had found solace in one another’s company.

But the Queen—she watched from afar. She found herself walking the corridors of the palace late into the night, contemplating her emotions. She was centuries old, a ruler of her people, but here was this human—a mortal, an outsider—who had captured her heart in a way she hadn’t thought possible.

One evening, during a grand feast, she made her way to Jack’s side. The Princess was occupied speaking with a council of healers, leaving Jack alone at his table. The Queen gracefully sat beside him, her presence radiating authority. Jack, being ever polite, acknowledged her with a nod.

"You have done much for my people," she said softly. "More than any outsider has ever done."

Jack smiled. "I only wish to help. If I can make life better here, then it’s worth every effort."

She tilted her head slightly, observing him. "Tell me, Jack, do you ever think about your own happiness?"

Jack blinked at the unexpected question. "Happiness?" He chuckled lightly. "I suppose my happiness comes from making a difference."

The Queen’s eyes searched his face. "And if you could find happiness outside of your work? If you could find it in a person, would you accept it?"

Jack hesitated. He had already grown deeply fond of the Elven Princess, and yet there was something profound in the Queen’s voice, something vulnerable. He did not wish to offend, nor did he wish to encourage something he could not reciprocate.

"I think… love is not something we can choose so easily," he said carefully. "It happens when it happens."

The Queen gave a small smile, though there was sadness in her eyes. "You are wise beyond your years."

With that, she rose gracefully, nodding in farewell before returning to her throne. Jack watched her go, feeling a weight in the air, an emotion unspoken yet understood. The Queen had fallen in love with him, but her love was one-sided, a silent echo that would remain in the depths of her heart.

As the night continued, Jack turned his attention back to the Princess, feeling the warmth of her hand resting upon his. He had already found love in this world, but the lingering presence of the Queen’s unspoken feelings would forever remain a delicate secret within the halls of the Elven kingdom.