I was in the center of a big, dark, creepy room.
The feet seemed expensive carpets, disproportionately beautiful chandeliers over the head, but all of them worn out, and if you look closely, the whole room turned to rubble, and the place where there would have been windows was a whole mess, with a dark view outside.
The question did not arise as to why I was here. I stare at the situation in front of me so that I don't miss it, and I find Usat, Mr. Alk, in my room.
But Mr. Ark looks at Usat with his sword supported like he's very tired.
And Usat also stands to show me his back, talking to someone.
"You're an idiot."
………
'If you regret it, why didn't you notice it more quickly? What you wanted was already in that hand. [M] But I tried to let it go. It has nothing to do with your will. "
To whom, am I speaking?
I don't see anyone in front of Usat from where I am. I can't even see his face. Someone's apparently hurt, keeping his back on the wall.
If you look closely, Usat was worn out. The team clothes he is wearing are not torn, but they are badly coal stained. It also looks like a blood trail from temple to jaw, and after some intense battle.
After Usat says something to the person in front of him, he approaches someone in front of him and crouches.
At that time, I saw only a few people in front of Usat. Only for a moment, wrapped in the darkness and its face was the only thing I could tell, but when its mouth was distorted like a three day moon and its sharp fangs peeked, 'I' 's vision swayed tremendously.
"Hussato! Avoid!!"
'Me' screams as he tried to jump forward.
At the same time, 'Someone', who deposited his back on the wall, took the dagger out of nowhere and stuck it out to Usat. We don't know if he was stabbed over the back.
- But I could see a drop of blood pounding at Usat's feet.
Blurred vision.
Reaching out to the sight of you moving away from your sight as if you were falling asleep, but 'I' 's vision goes somewhere you can't just reach out.
I want to know from now on.
What happened to Usato?
Are you hurt?
Are you okay? Are you okay?
He's alive, isn't he?
Am I... gonna be alone again...?
The ghastly imagination circles my head and scares me helplessly.
My 'this' is always the case. It always ends at the heart, at the point where it matters. Ignore my will, just flush the scene I want to show you. That's it. Then you won't show me ahead or before.
So when I wake up at all times, I can't do anything but see, I regret it for nothing...
Did my mother always have this thought?
We have to face a reality and a future that we cannot resist... irrationally in the name of destiny...
"What, did you dream of me being stabbed by someone?"
"Yeah."
Amako told me about my dream, and I flattered my face.
A few days out of Lukvis, we were on the road, traveling smoothly without meeting bandits or demons. Amako's spoken predictions in such a fold were enough to cloud the clouds of the journey ahead.
Amako's predictions definitely hit.
The future will never change unless she hands herself down. Like when you urged me to avoid the future of kingdom ruin...
"Is that true? Lord Amako."
"I don't know what time it is, but somehow I know it's not a distant future"
Amako nods at Mr. Alk's words as he pulls his horse.
"Where were you stabbed?"
"... I don't know. Belly or flank, I think."
Belly and flank......
"Sounds painful..."
"... yeah"
……
"... that's all?"
"Huh?"
'Cause you can't be scared now that you've been stabbed in the stomach.
I felt more painful when fighting that snake, and it's a pretty small knife to say I'm going to be stabbed by it, so unless the hit is bad, I can heal it immediately and fight back.
Honestly, I'm more afraid of the captain's fist.
You know, Amako, people don't feel anything when they keep getting hit beyond their limits.
"... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, what if it's painted with fierce poison or something...!"
"I can cure you with healing magic..."
The poison was experienced during that snake, and you're gonna be fine.
"He was bleeding..."
"How long?"
"... just for a moment"
Within the range of a scratch, if only for a little while.
"No problem."
……
"Wait a minute. Stop that eye."
I don't know what you're talking about. I looked at this guy with eyes like he sees incomprehensible outsiders.
Why are you being treated like a monster just because you are resistant to poison and injury?
...... On second thought, it sounds like a monster, but now, I think there's something more awesome about it.
"But you might want to be careful. If we think about the situation Lord Amako said, we are certain that we will not be in trouble."
"Right, well, there's only a few things I can do because I'm certain what happens... Amako, can you change that prediction like I did?"
Yes, when I ask Amako next door, she shakes her head to the side.
So I'm about to get stabbed by a knife, no matter what.
"Do you want me to build your abs inside now? No, do you want to slap me before I get stabbed? Wouldn't it be quicker to bump someone to stab you? What do you think, Amako?"
"Why are you trying to cover it up when you say it's definitive..."
That's true, but if listening to this prediction is also in the process of leading to Amako's future, you should do what you think you should do.
Much better than not doing it and regretting it.
"That's training for now. Brulin, you're gonna do it too, right?"
"Gua!?"
Right. Right. You want to do it, too?
The boulder is my partner.
Are you happy? I look at Amako, laughing at Burlin, who punches me in the foot as he walks. I've been thinking about this for a while, but Amako's a little thin. Maybe you should work out if you want to think about your journey ahead.
"How about Amako? Keep it strong, it'll help you when you do."
"Absolutely not"
I didn't think you'd hate me that much.
Me, who represents a clear willingness to refuse and is lightly shocked by Amako, who takes the distance, and Burlin, who still punches me in the leg.
And Mr. Alk smiles when he sees that exchange.
This is how our journey with the three of us went smoothly.
"Mr. Alk, you haven't reached Samaritan yet, have you?"
At night, surround the burning trees at the edge of the road and wait for the morning. When it gets dark, you can only count on about the moonlight, and the monster moves more vigorously. Besides, if you walk on a dark night lane and fall on a cliff or something, it's not a trip, so when it gets dark this way, me and Mr. Alk are taking turns to set the fire.
Amako leaves her back in a lying brulin, already asleep.
It's still early for bed, so I asked Mr. Alk, who is setting the dead tree on fire, about his future journey.
"You're still a long way from home."
The next destination, Samarial, is still far away.
Well, there are no cars or Shinkansen in this world, so it would naturally take some time to get to a far away country. I knew that, but there are other problems.
I also need food and water to travel.
I wish I could source water somewhere because the water is getting less and less food as I can take it in the river......
"We've lost a lot of food, too, and can't we procure it somewhere?"
"Right...... er, there should be a village not far away, so let's have some food divided there"
I nod at Mr. Alk's words as he looked at the map taken from the leather bag.
Stop by the village or something. Don't get excited like RPG.
"Ma, if you have the worst food problems, me and Burlin will hunt fish and animals."
"Grrr."
"Don't be a pain in the ass. You're the one who eats most."
"Ha, I'm reliable"
Gently tap Pepper and Burlin's head.
Damn, you're the one who eats the most. Go hunt like a former wild warcraft.
"But um..."
Look at the map again, Mr. Roaring Alc.
"What's wrong?"
"I've heard strange rumors around this village."
"Strange rumors?"
Not in the village? What kind of rumor is that? When I was concerned and asked, Mr. Alk, with a slightly strange look, turned to me and opened his mouth.
"Something about an armed knight, an adventurer, a bandit suddenly breaking the news."
"That's not surprising, it's a dangerous rumor...?"
It's pretty noisy to keep the news from happening.
What do you call hiding in our world? Different world summonses are similar, but there are a number of possible causes for keeping the news in this world alive.
Bandits caught me, monsters attacked me, falling off a cliff......
"No, the news is constant, but for a few months... after a long, few years or so, he shows up with a rough face."
"What is it? Were they okay?"
Strange indeed... no, that's creepy from me.
Where and what the hell were you doing for a period when someone who was gone would come back as if nothing had happened?
"I only know about the wind rumors, too, but I'm losing my memory of a period when we were all unanimously out of news."
"Lose your memory?"
"There are all sorts of speculations flying over time and someone taking away my memory..."
"It seems like it could be any possibility given some rare magic."
If you were in a former world, you'd be a case of being told you were missing or hidden from God, but only in this world can you say it's impossible because there is something out of the boundaries of common sense called magic.
Honestly, I don't like talking about these hands.
I don't like aunts and other horrors in general. You're scared because your aunt feels like there's nothing she can do if she shows up in front of you. And I can't hit him.
You noticed me with a slightly blued face, and Mr. Alk slowly waved to the side with a grinning reassurance.
"Well, I don't hear any rumors that someone's been gone the last few years, so I guess it's okay, huh? And as far as I'm concerned, I think it's a funny rumor circulated around merchants and bandits."
"Oh, really..."
Good. If it hasn't happened in the last few years, is it okay?
When we walked by, we got caught up in a divine hiding - what a thing to imagine, but if that's the case, you don't have to be scared.
I don't need horror in a fantasy world, I shouldn't have it.
It's more or less like an aunt - ugh.
"Gu......"
Brulin, who was trying to relax and sleep, raises a small roar and looks into the bush.
"Mr. Alc."
"Yep..."
Stand up looking at Mr. Alk, who took the sword he had beside him.
There's something in the bush ahead of Burlin's sight.
A monster or someone who tried to attack his sleep... either way, he doesn't seem to be trying to be friendly with us at the point where he's hiding and asking this one.
I entrusted Burlin with Amako, still asleep, and Mr. Alk, with his hands on the pattern of my sword, slowly approached the bush.
……
If I find him, I'll punch him in the healing punch for now.
If there's no hostility, I'll apologize later.
If you're a monster, don't hesitate to let them pass out and leave you alone.
If it was a ghost, I'd carry everyone and run away.
I got ahead of my fist with curative magic, and I hung my hands in the stirrups and bushes...
"Ho, ho ho!!"
"Ugh!?"
- The moment I tried, a black object popped up.
I pull my fist in amazement and see the sole flying away upwards.
"Owl...?"
The big wings, the whole silhouette, the black owl vanished into the woods with a slightly higher roar.
Mr. Ark, who was looking at the owl just like me, lowered his hand, which accompanied the pattern, and smiled furiously.
"... apparently, you've been a little overstretched"
"Ha... right"
Because I'm not used to traveling yet, or I seemed too distracted by what Mr. Alk said.
Maybe we should move a little extra in our minds. I got caught off guard when it mattered all the time, because if anything happened, I wouldn't even be able to see it...
When I was thinking about that while sitting back where I was sitting earlier, I was curious about something earlier.
"Well... is that the sound of an owl?"
And I wonder why the bushes flew off the ground.
I don't know the real owl's voice or his habit, but for some reason he was unusually concerned about it and casually stared at the dark forest where the owl disappeared.