Occasionally, a lost right foot can hurt. It's phantom limb pain. The burning pain of the moment when the black monster cuts it. I'm sick of the fact that it has been almost eight years old and that it has hit me.
Even that day, Bergliff jumped up before dawn. The right foot, which should not have been, seemed to burn. The remaining thighs were squeezed tightly and squeezed greasy sweat for a few minutes, and in a few hours, the person passed, and the pain left.
"Fuck……"
Bergliff sighed and got up. No more sleepiness. The sky was slightly white outside the window. But it still seemed that the stars were shining in the sky, and only the sky was bright, and that everything was getting darker. Carefully put on the prosthesis next to the bed and stood up. There is no obstacle to walking anymore. After a long rehabilitation, you can now fight with your sword. But living as an adventurer is not trivial.
Bergriff returned to his hometown of Tornella just seven years ago. I am 25 years old now. He lost his parents early, and at the age of fifteen he went to the city of Orphen to decorate his hometown, but two years after he became an adventurer, his right foot was cut off by the beast. Still, while rehabilitating for some time, he worked on collecting herbs, but on the way he gave up on himself and returned to his hometown.
Bergliff went out of the house. Cool, clear air filled the lungs. Chicken is singing in various places. Early rising farmers are already preparing to go to work. The ridgeline of the mountain over there becomes brighter and brighter. Morning.
As he walked, he and a farmer, Kelly, headed for a field. He was the same age, playing together when he was a child. Kelly smiled and raised her hand.
"Yeoh, bell. Good morning."
The nickname is a bit like a woman, and I'm a little worried, but Bergliff has already given up.
"Good morning Kelly. Don't get any sperm." "You have to collect the medicinal herbs." "Oh, I'll help if you can help me. But you're too busy. You don't have to do it." "No, not much. "If you do, please tell me." "Haha, I guess you can rely on it."
Kelly goes to the field. When he returned to the village, Bergliff was a laughter, but he is now one of the people he depends on. On his return, he took the initiative in tasks he would not want to do, gathered herbs using the knowledge of adventurers, and got rid of the monsters. He also helped with field work and often hunted and served meat to villagers. Now villagers trust the Belgryphs.
After walking around the village for a walk in the morning and confirming that there was no sign of a demon, Belgriff returned home and swung his sword, had breakfast, and had lunch.
"It's autumn ..."
The rising sky is high and blue. The trees gradually turn red and yellow, and the heat of summer a month ago seems like a lie. Looking at the ground, looking for the fruit on the vine wrapped around the tree, Bergliff walked around and put the desired herbs in a basket one after another.
"Almere grass, tow nuts, Akizuki grass ... hey, there are already mountain grapes"
Bergliff took a small grape and put it in his mouth. It tastes sweet and sour.
"Good. The kids are going to be happy."
Although not ordered separately, the Bergryph collects herbs, as well as mountain grapes and akebi berries in baskets. Entering the mountains is a dangerous job. Demon beasts can appear, of course, but wild animals can be a sufficient threat to humans. In the forest near the village, lumberjacks sometimes work, but in the mountains behind, the villagers hesitated to enter. However, the rising adventurer Bergliff can fight mountain beasts and demon beasts. He loses his right foot and is not in good shape, but he does not fall behind the demon beast who comes here.
Bergliff, who gathered herbs all morning, sat down in a sunny place for lunch. It was just a sandwich with goat cheese sandwiched between hard-baked bread, but the mountain grapes and akebi that we just gathered together were medium.
"Okay, this is likely to help Kelly in the afternoon."
He found the desired herb sooner than expected, and is likely to return to the village in the afternoon. Suddenly, a cry could be heard when the Belgryph stretched out and stood up. Berglyf immediately struck his sword, narrowed his eyes and looked around. Not a sign of a demon beast. However, when you concentrate, you can certainly hear a cry. It's like a baby.
"... in this mountain?"
Some beasts sound like a baby. It is a monster called Pixie. Although it is not strong in combat, it is a bad beast that imitates the baby's cry and disorients it with magic. I haven't seen Pixie on this mountain, which I've entered many times, but I've never been more cautious. Berglyph, with his hand on the handle of the sword, slowly headed toward the barking.
"Well ..."
Bergliff, who slashed through the bushes, shouted astonishingly and stunned. It was not a pixie, but a human baby. The baby was in a basket woven of wisteria vines. She is crying out loud, what she is hungry or what. A miracle seems to have not been found earlier in the beast class.
Bergliff approached and stared at the baby. Black hair. As Bergriff lifted her, the baby stopped crying and looked back at him with large black eyes. Bergliff frowned. I haven't heard of a child being born in Tornella just now. A small village. If you have such a story, you can hear it in Bergriff's ear. Bergligh imagined that he was probably born in another village across the mountain.
"What should I do……"
He was a little hesitant, but when he was embraced by the Bergglyph, he saw a baby growing up in peace and comfort, and felt he couldn't leave it alone. Bergliff gently stroked the baby's head. The baby began to sleep with complete peace of mind. A quiet child. In the basket, there were several layers of used cloth, and dried herbs that were said to be amulets. It doesn't seem to have been thrown away.
"... I can't help it."
Bergriff went down the mountain, holding the baby with the basket.