"I'm home!
Meena suddenly hugged me when I got back. I see how much I missed you. Slip your face across my chest and never leave.
Sliding your face is like an animal. I think of that with all due respect.
Is that so?
"Meena, wash yourself"
I've been in a desert ruin for almost two weeks.
I can smell it from Meena.
……
Yufi was looking at me with an amazing face.
From her cleanliness, I guess it's an incredible sight.
First of all, I don't care. But by the time Meena is magnificent, she is unclean. Me being held by a sole.
Yufi's complexion was complicated. Physiological disgust watching the feeling of being all mixed up with the dirty and dirty. With that emotion, I'm drawn to it all.
"... body, do I have to wash it?
Why don't you wash it?
I stuck with my face.
Meena blamed it on me. I had a scratchy look on my face all I wanted.
I'm sorry, I just did.
"... like old times, can I ask you"
Meena whispering in her ear.
If you ask me to, I have no choice, no reason to say no.
Nodding to eagle fried.
I felt Uffi's gaze felt from behind me get a little harsher.
For convenience, I will be alone in the tent for the store owner.
To wipe your body, strain the bucket with water and soak the towel.
Water was created by water magic. It even diverts fire magic formulas and provides heat. Thanks to this, the water in the bucket is reasonably hot.
It is not a service. Hot water is easier to remove dirt from.
"Magic, are you so useless?"
Meena is impressed with my work.
Almost unchanging. Immediate activation.
I think to myself, it's like being familiar with witchcraft.
The seeds are easy.
Aided by appraisal skills.
The right magic formula. The meaning of the chanting word. The process of building magic formations. Appraisal skills explain these.
Thanks to this, the construction of magic has become quite profound. I see the legality of what that means.
Magic skills.
Perhaps, but it is also skillful to deepen the shaping to witchcraft. As I became familiar with witchcraft, my witchcraft skills grew.
It's also overwhelming fast.
Currently, water, fire, wind, spirits, and all sorcery skills are Lv.3.
Achievement.
Lv.3 is one milestone. From here it becomes dramatically harder to develop skills.
Outreach I got there easily, there is a sense of awkwardness.
But I definitely have a sense of accomplishment.
"Sort of, to a certain extent, ready to use"
Thanks to your appraisal skills, keep quiet.
It's all because of my appraisal skills.
By means of an advanced search, he dragged magic formulas and the like out into the potato formula to learn a vast amount of knowledge. It's more detailed and correct knowledge than any magic book.
I'm convinced that my skills are growing fast.
"Lord, you can already be an adventurer."
"No way, what can you do"
It may be possible in a skill lineup.
Combat aids skills such as sign perception skills, covert skills, etc. Melee combat skills such as swordsmanship, martial arts, etc. Various sorcery skills.
I'm sure I can be quite a 'handy' adventurer.
But not enough.
I don't have enough of a sense of crisis or a fight.
In short, wild. Just a few more words, like reflex nerves and motion vision that wildlife should be equipped with.
In other words, he smells dull.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna die soon."
"Well, I tried, but I didn't."
Meena laughed as she leaned over.
She says it's easy to find out.
The ruins of the desert are not so strong as demons, and traps do not exist in particular.
For this reason, the basic strategy is Search and Destroy. Proceed faintly through the ruins, collect the ingredients appropriately, and exchange ingredients and other ingredients with the merchants at the entrance to the ruins when they are full.
I'm getting tired of it, though, because it keeps getting more and more working.
Meena was laughing as she shrugged her shoulders.
"It depends on the dungeon, I think. I really felt like I was diving for a beginner's shoulder."
"Oh, so it's not popular? Even adventurers will want to have fun and make solid money."
"Yes, that was popular there.... but I didn't feel too crowded because I used the back aisle."
"Back aisle?
Yes, and Meena told me.
A back passage is apparently a passage where an adventurer was stumbled upon while exploring the ruins.
Although the report was received, no investigation has yet been carried out.
The Adventurer Alliance seemed to want to make sure the passage was safe. Since it was a matter that we were putting behind us, we stacked a total of six.
Cayenne's request was to ascertain its six back passages.
"Well, it's not that difficult in view of the level of the ruins," he said. So we're being dispatched. "
"I see."
"As it turns out, all the back aisles have been confirmed safe, so they're going to stay on the Adventurer Guild public map."
I was somewhat good at meena playing pieces.
I worked on the map of the guild, it felt like it.
I took it lightly, yes, yes.
"Meena, by the way"
"What is it?
"Do you believe in previous life?
but Meena was staring at this one.
The reaction alone was largely clear.
"I knew you were a Chronicle (Rare People)! I thought so, Lord!
"No, isn't Meena the Marebito? You said games and flags."
Meena's expression solidified.
Someday they'll ask, they asked me what I was prepared to do. That's the kind of atmosphere I conveyed.
Oh, and I laugh bitterly, and then suddenly I go back to my true face.
"… apparently so"
"... what is that rhetoric?"
I was curious about the strange rhetoric. Meena was whispering.
"'Cause I'm missing my real name, so I don't remember."
He had a sad face anyway.
I'm losing my real name.
When I heard the rhetoric, I thought for a moment.
Speaking of which, I retained the real name Mitsujitoshiki. And naturally, he also retains the memory of the reincarnated Japanese.
When you think about the dialogue she said together, that means that it has something to do with name and memory.
"I mean, me and Meena are Malevito, but I remember the name, and I don't have it in Meena,"
"... Yes"
Meena at the head.
It doesn't look like he's lying.
But it's hard to believe. How does Meena know that?
Natural questions plundered the back of my brain.
"... that's because you told me to"
Announcement.
Meena is certainly a witch.
The dancing of the Spirit unloads the Spirit Body into its body, sometimes possessing God. To hear the words of that announcement.
"Right. … don't you want to know your real name"
"... what do you think"
Appraisal skills showed stray.
Inside Meena, the desire to know and the desire not to know is shaking.
I didn't know for a second.
I don't want to know, why that is.
Is it because there is a past?
"Well, I know somehow you don't want to know."
Confess, I was appropriately hammering.
Meena gently shakes her neck to the side to make a denial. That's not what I meant.
"No, it's not."
"No?"
"... no, it's nothing"
Shh.
It was an obvious lie, as you could tell without appraisal skills.
But I didn't blame Meena.
Because I somehow know what it's like to close my eyes to something I don't want to know.