A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

When the men of the village of Barca recover the material of Berser-Bull and return to the village, the women come with a large plate and a liquor bottle.

Arrange dishes with a narrow group of cutlery tables in the heart of the village.

Barca Village's specialty bacon shredded.

Stir-fried bacon and chicken eggs, bacon soup, thickly chopped bacon steak.

Besides, there are mushrooms and other side dishes.

Meat is the center, but surprisingly light, I guess, because bacon in this village is of good quality. Fat is sweet and delicious.

"I think I'm gonna get fat."

is the language of Lunamaria with no signs of obesity at all, but meat alone seems to be hard on women. Half my face is full. [M]

As a witch of the Mother Earth God, she also seems to want vegetables, but she is in trouble because she is not in the habit of eating many vegetables in this village. So she took a seat by making a declaration that she was going to pick the weed herself.

Look at that. The shield on your left hand says, "CHANCE! Come with me, in the dark!" and turn me away, but I'm not stupid enough to ride such a hand.

Besides, I'm the guest of honor at this party, so I didn't take a seat easily.

Beginning with Master Baba, the village elders behaved like alcohol and were very unlikely to take a seat.

I put my mouth on the glass as I stared behind Renamaria.

Look at that, Zinga says.

"Well, Will can have an outside drink. People aren't what they seem."

"My father and mother were drunk."

I remember Vandal drinking sake, Miriam being able to do it with wine.

"- That's a joke. Actually, I'm putting water in before they pour me booze. It's about triple diluted and drinkable."

"That guy's smart. The people in my village just drank it for me. If it fits them, they'll definitely get drunk."

"Actually, that's the limit."

Speaking honestly, Zinga laughed "hiccup" and told the elders what was going on.

"I'm a kid who just grew up last time. Please refrain."

That said, the elders convinced me.

He slaps me on the back when I often welcome him while appreciating Zinga's consideration.

"Come on, now I owe my lord a hero. So will you listen to my wish next time?"

"Whatever."

If you return it, Jinga returns it.

"Good word. Well, then, you're going to go to that little girl and you're going to dictate. Women are also defenseless and easy to dictate on festive nights"

"... it's the same way of thinking as a holy shield"

Though I was slightly dismissed, I had no choice but to obey a man if he was told that he was worthy of being alone.

"I just wanted some weed, too."

Bacon tastes great, but I'm just starting to want the blue stuff. When I made such an excuse for myself, I turned to the darkness where Renamaria disappeared.

Through the circle where the villagers are making noise.

When the light of the incineration dwindled, there was Lunamaria behind it.

She is on the spot with an indescribable look.

Look at Lunamaria like that. Aegis the Holy Shield says something unproductive.

"You have a strange face. I wonder if I've taken a peek at the common events at the festival, the mating scenes of young men and women"

……

Aegis jokes when he sends an accusatory gaze, he deludes himself.

I leaned quietly next to Renamaria when I ignored Aegis. [M] She immediately notices my presence. [M]

"... Dear Will"

Lunamaria with a puffy twinkle. The words and expressions were full of sorrow.

Is something wrong? And I suppose if I could ask insignificantly, I could have it for women, but unfortunately I don't have the skills to dictate women.

"Uh..." or "Um..." or whatever I can't help it. I ask straight after I snap through the words.

"... Lunamaria, what happened?

If there was a father, Ronin, he'd say, "Ah! It's too direct! You'll be surprised, but fortunately, there was no one here but me and Renamaria.

…………

…………

A lot of silence leaks a "dull" laugh out of Renamaria's mouth.

What's wrong with it? I'll ask.

Renamaria answered this with a poor voice.

"Because Master Will's atmosphere is very serious"

He looked like he was going to confront the Demon King to save the world from now on.

Did you have such a magical look on your face?

I'd like to see a mirror, but I don't have it at hand, so I gave up and asked Renamaria.

"It seemed like I had a strange look on my face too, but Renamaria was no less. Is something wrong?

It must have been an accident, she said, "Me too?" I was surprised.

"Yeah, sounds like he was listening with a serious look on his face,"

"Nothing."

That was it. Look in the direction she was facing, but there's nothing there. But I knew her ears were very good. [M]

To see the same sight as her, stand ear to ear.

Magically enhance your hearing.

Then I heard the kid laughing from behind the bush.

"Mother, the festival is fun. I wish every day was a festival."

It was probably the mother of the child who returned it with the word "right" to such an innocent dialogue.

I guess a child's smile is more a treasure to parents than anything else. Emotions of mercy are transmitted from the voice.

"Right. If Mr. Will comes back, we can have a festival."

"Wow, well, I'll ask your brother Will to stop by this village again later. Next time you come, learn swordsmanship. I want to be a hunter who can defeat Bercell Bull, too."

"Hehe, we need to be stronger at that. Miles is weak, so you need to build your body."

"How do I get stronger?

"Right. Like drinking miles of disliked shoga juice every day."

"Yeah, I don't think so."

Then you can't be strong.

"Bu."

It was a conversation between a mother and a child everywhere.

When I was a kid, I told Miriam a similar conversation. That was probably my birthday party day, or my mother baked me a birthday cake with an unfamiliar hand. That was delicious. I said, "I wish every day was my birthday."

Miriam's mother took my words seriously and said, "Every day is my birthday!" I really remember you baking me a birthday cake every day. Exactly. I got tired of it the first week and took down the foreword that my birthday would be fine once a year. - But I'm so happy with my mother's feelings, I remember her poking around her chest.

I'm surrounded by 'nostalgic' emotions when I'm listening to mother-child conversations I hear from behind the trees. I'm sure Renamaria feels the same way. I thought so, but I notice.

(... with that said, Renamaria lost your parents as a child)

When I first met Lunamaria, I had heard such stories. She said she lost her parents to an infectious disease at an early age. He hardly remembers his mother because of what happened before he got his heart set on it. That means it's probably "curiosity," not "nostalgia," which she feels right now. Maybe he was paying attention to something called a mother-child conversation.

Pointing that out, Renamaria looks surprised.

"No way, that's..." but I immediately seem to have noticed the emotions in me.

"Right. Maybe so," he continues.

"I grew up unaware of the existence of a mother. Because I lost my parents at an early age and they took me to the temple. I didn't have any parents on my sweet platter, so when I look at normal mothers and children, I feel a little strange."

"... I see"

"Don't give me that serious look. - Isn't Will going through a tough life, too?"

"Right. Being put in a boat when you're a baby and flushed into a river is probably life."

"Yes."

"But fortunately, I was picked up by the gods. Those people gave me more affection than my real family. I think we were lucky."

"Right. But then my raised parents aren't losing either. I was raised by the High Priest of the Mother Earth, but she was a stern and loving person. Happy enough."

"Right. It takes deep affection to raise a kind child like Renamaria."

"Yes, every morning he was a very sweet archpriest who would wake up before the sun rose, bathe in freezing cold water, go to the villages at the foot for a trust bowl, and from noon he would praise the sword and the sacred magic archery, and then prepare for the evening, and only once a year when he studied in the moonlight, he would say 'Good luck, Renamaria'"

Lunamaria in a gloomy way.

…………

I'm stunned by the harsh environment of Lunamaria, but what surprised me more than that was that Lunamaria genuinely recognized that its high priest was a kind person.

"The High Priest exempted me from training the next day when I was wounded in an archery and broke a bone to be struck by a waterfall"

Like,

"In the middle of winter, the High Priest only adds one more charcoal."

Like,

He showed off a lot of very unkind episodes.

It's just that for Renamaria, the High Priest is a tough and gentle figure.

It's the opposite mother to the basic drowning Miriam mother, but when all the people in the world are like Miriam mothers, that puts them in trouble.

I had that feeling, but I didn't say it.

Because it was clear that Renamaria was now interested in "kind mothers".

Renamaria is silently listening to the conversation between the mother and child of the village of Vulca.

I didn't have the right words to hang on her right now on this occasion. I listened to the mother and child conversations just like she did and stayed there until the mother and child walked away.

Was it made of a close family, and I kind of missed Miriam's mother too? - No matter, I didn't put that emotion in my mouth.