"I am the Choshen One," Isaak said through swollen lips. "I wash shent here to shave your world."

The warrior elf had beaten him to what felt like an inch of his life. And she had done so with mailed fists. Isaak was convinced that some of his teeth had flown off in the criminal assault. If this were a just world, the warrior elf would have been thrown behind bars and Isaak could sue her for a small fortune.

But instead...

His pronouncement was met with narrowed eyes and quiet mutterings. Seven elves in fanciful robes, all women and all with prodigious breasts, sat around him in a small fantasy-esque chamber. Every surface was wrapped with ivy full of brightly colored flowers. The vegetation adorned the otherwise stark and intimidating oaken stadium that surrounded him.

"You are one of the Goddess' Chosen...?"

The voice belonged to the oldest of the elves. Her hair was shock white, and fat wrinkles covered her face like a massive mastiff. From her sneer, Isaak did not think she was convinced.

"I am the Choshen One," Isaak said. "You can't have two Choshen Onesh."

It was a petty distinction, but Isaak would not allow that kind of sloppy isekai logic even an atom of oxygen. If the Goddess had sent him to her world as the Chosen One, he was the Chosen One.

"You remain insolent, human!" the warrior elf said, the same that had brutalized him. "Perhaps he needs more- "

"Sister Celinda," the eldest elf interrupted with a raised wizened hand. "You may take your leave."

A flash of confusion ran across Big-Breasted Celinda's face, and then her two brain cells seemed to click.

"But mother!" Celinda shouted, and she stared down at Isaak with fire in her cold blue eyes.

"Leave us!" the eldest elf shouted back, and the Criminal Celinda shrank back in rebuke.

"I apologize, Elder," Celinda said with a bow of her head, and she hurried down from the raised stadium that surrounded Isaak.

She flashed him one final look of hate before she disappeared behind a silk curtain strewn with flowers.

"It was a mistake to invite her, Elder," another of the elven beauties said. "There is much anger in her."

Isaak wanted to roll his eyes. A shame his eyelids were almost swollen shut. Much anger in her? Had he stepped into a Star Wars isekai? It was bad enough that he stood in the middle of an enormous fire hazard. One dropped match and poof. The vines would burst into flames. The flowers on the doorway would turn into a merry blaze. Just one match and all of the big-breasted elves would be homeless.

"Do you find something amusing, human?" the Elder asked. Isaak must have smiled at the thought of their fantasy tree houses turning into tinder. "Perhaps you do not understand your position."

"I am the Choshen One," Isaak repeated. "You lot don't undershtand your poshition."

Because it... was kind of the truth?

And while he had nothing to do with that Poor Elf's death, he understood how others could misconstrue his innocence. All that he could do now was hope that most of this world's otherworldly heroes arrived in their underwear.

"This is most unusual, Elder," another of the elves said. "Should we call Sister Lotus back?"

"You believe this half-naked human, Maylea...?"

"But the barrier remains unbroken. How else could he have arrived in the Glade?"

"Through some human trickery! Sister Celinda had the right of it. We should not have stopped her!"

"Rhoda! You would have more blood spilled in the Glade?"

"Perhaps Sister Lotus still remains within the barrier. We should send our fastest- "

"N-nonsense!"

The small chamber had started to fill with the heat of argument as the various big-breasted elven bimbos pretended as if Isaak were not in the room and that he was not sent by their deity.

But a hush fell over them and their few collective brain cells as a small elf spoke. When Isaak had first looked around the room, he had thought that only seven elves looked down on him with scorn from their stadium. But in one dark corner of the room, a small hunched-over figure stepped forward.

"S-sister... Sister Lotus needs not b-be, be disturbed," a hooded elf said with some difficulty. Isaak could not see her face, what for her red hood and how she stared resolutely at her feet.

But Isaak knew stage fright when he saw it. The other elves, however, did not quiet out of pity or polite consideration. They hung on the hunched-over elf's each word. Even the mastiff-faced elder seemed to lean forward to better listen.

"Crimson Sage," the Elder said, her words reverent. "What have you seen?"

The Crimson Sage lifted a trembling hand to point at Isaak. She looked up just enough for Isaak to see the slight plumpness of her cheeks and the color of blood stream down her young face.

"H-he w-will, will be t-the father of mine, mine children," the Crimson Sage said, and her trembling hand fell to her side and her nervous stare to her feet. "They w-will be k-kings and qu-queens of lands f-far off."

Isaak's mouth hung open at the unusual pronouncement. He wish he could have been surprised, but as his first love interest had been gobbled up by a pack of demon dogs, it only made sense that another would pop up to fill the void.

A new quiet filled the fantasy-esque chamber as the other elves looked to one another, some with stern frowns and others with wide-eyed surprise. They did not find her words amusing.

"That does not mean he is of the Goddess' boon," one of the elves said after a few moments of silence. Her words were slow and deliberate. "What of the other human? Who is he then if not the Chosen One?"

"An imposhter!" Isaak said, and he surprised himself with the energy of his shout. But it all made sense. The other guy had already come through this elven town. He had tricked them and left Isaak in this mess.

"You will be silent, human," the same elf said, but her gaze flickered over to where the Crimson Sage had stepped forward.

She was shorter than the other elves. The plumpness to her face betrayed the small form that hid underneath her red robes. A few flowers adorned her shoulders and the clasp of her hood.

"Much s-strangeness is, is afoot," the Crimson Sage said. She drew closer still to where Isaak stood, and he was allowed his first look at her timid face.

"I will t-take the hu-human to, to the Darkwoods," she said, her crimson half-moon eyes peering up at Isaak's face. "I will t-try to find Sis-sister Lotus and the, the o-other human. The t-truth will be, be revealed i-in the D-darkwood Trials."