Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"It feels exotic."

A spacious inn room. Fujido shrugs looking at a different textured wall from Purif's church.

The rank of the Inn falls farther than that of the Wang capital, but the First Town Inn was equipped only to convince Fujido, a modern man despite its presence in the highlands.

Toilets and bathrooms utilizing water magic conductors are impeccable, as are the size of the rooms and the kind of furniture.

The door-to-door furniture is made of wood, but the walls, floors, etc. are all cream-colored rocks, and that looks terribly fresh in Fujido's eyes.

Aria answered, having removed her armor and sword and finished dressing in her room.

"That's a land pattern. There are only rocks around here."

"Hmmm...... how are you making it?

"You're processing it with the spiritual magic of earthly attributes, maybe. There are so many earthly spirits around here"

Put your coat on the wall and the rim hips down on the bed. Garnett descended his neck left and right over his head as if he agreed with his husband.

To the words, Fujido closes his eyes with clarity.

The protection obtained by Fujido Inheritance upon summons, the Eight Spirits Three Gods refers to the protection of the Eight Spirits and Three Pillars.

Fire, water, earth, wind, wood, gold, darkness, light. The protection of the eight spirits supposedly present in this world has given Fujido a high perceived ability to the Spirit, and although he has not yet been able to use that power usefully, if he concentrated his senses, he could feel the power of the Spirit present around him.

roaring as the open-eyed Fujido was impressed.

"You can explain everything by magic."

"Well, there's no development of people without the power of the Spirit. Instead, I don't know how Lord Nao's world developed."

"... it's the power of science. I'm not familiar with anything either, but maybe if the miracle of the Spirit and God existed on Earth, it would have developed like the world over here..."

Even so, I can't help thinking about it now.

Level presence, sacred to witchcraft. We have to assume that there is something. This world is now indisputable to Fujido - because it is a reality.

Whether science is better or magic is better, Fujido already thought about half of it didn't matter. Either way, because it's really suspicious that the laws of physics of the Earth and this world are in line.

Knowing or not what Fujido thinks, Aria changes the story.

"The Magic Guide doll is famous for its sturdy nature. A magical attack is better than a physical attack, he said. Most importantly, Ex would rip the armor..."

"Hmmm... I can use magic too... but one way or another, it feels better with the sword."

Looking down at his own palm, Fujido shrugs.

February was already about to pass as we embarked on our crusade to the Demon King. Fujido fought with swords all along in the meantime, but he didn't neglect other technologies.

The magic (spelling) was taught by the remiss, and I can use the least that it's sacred (Holly Play).

But Fujido will not hesitate to give you swordsmanship if he tells you to say what is best in hand among them. Whatever the sacrament, witchcraft is not a stage that can withstand pragmatism.

Rimis sighed deeply and heavily at Fujido's expression.

"Well, it's hard to use powerful spiritual witchcraft in a person without formally entering into a covenant with the Spirit, no matter how many Eight Spirit blessings there were."

It is difficult to manifest a great mystery with the help of the Spirit.

The protection of the Spirit only gives suitability for the Spirit. That was the first word Fujido taught me when Rimis taught me about magic, and it was also the reason that after two months of witchcraft is still not in the practical phase.

The power of spiritual witchcraft is proportional to the power of the contracted spirits, so you can't even contract with the right spirits. There is compatibility between spirits.

As long as you can make a spark or get drinking water, you can do it in the current Fujido, but if you want to make a spark in the first place, you can just talk about using a garnet, and drinking water is also not an extra meaningful force for Fujido, who can carry unlimited baggage with the power of a ring.

Nodding at the words, Futodo felt a different color in Limis' sigh.

Lower your hips on the bed and gaze at the mistake of laying your eyes down. Originally, Remiss's skin was white, but she always looked pale. Anyway, its behavior is also heavy.

"? Remiss, are you a little tired?

"... just a little... you're so heavy"

A rare, careless answer to a remiss that always lacks a strong statement.

"Are you all right?... I've been in the army lately."

Vale Forest. Undead crusade at the Euthis tomb. It would be a calculation with little rest except travel time.

"Rest, I guess I should have taken it..."

"Well... Mage is less healthy than we are..."

Fujido and Aria are avant-garde. It is constantly moving the body and lacks training. I'm not low on remiss health, but it really makes a difference.

Rimis looked at Fujido and Aria with a hazy eye, and finally saw Gresha sitting in a chair and hanging her legs out with an unrelated look on her face.

Aria approaches the remiss softly and puts her palms flat on its forehead. In contrast, Rimis said nothing.

I'll check on you for a while and Aria will give you a face.

"... seems to have a little fever"

"... Shall we apply the God of Conditional Anomaly Recovery (Recovery)?

"No...... probably caused by a drain on your health. Sacred art is never omnipotent."

Sacred art greatly depends on the power of the surgeon. Injuries and illnesses can be covered somewhat omnipresent, but that is why there is the profession of doctor and pharmacist.

Fujido sees the remiss in the words, still worried.

A girl smaller than herself. Rimis, who was always strong and barely vomited a weak sound, now looked very unreliable.

I open my lid only half way, and Rimis squeals in a whispering voice.

"It's okay... I'm just a little tired"

A weak voice without power. stroking Rimis' head once to mercy, Aria told Fujido.

There is also a mix of worrying sounds in that voice that always gives clear instructions.

"Let's give it a couple of days off and see how it goes. It's not good to make it impossible. It's been two months since I left King's Capital, an unfamiliar journey. It is also possible that fatigue had accumulated before you realized it. Limits are the lowest among us..."

"Oh... right. I hope it gets better soon."

Fluffy head flutters and the remiss slowly puts its back on the bed. As he made his way crawling and diving into the bed, Rimis finally turned his gaze toward Fujido.

Garnett jumping off your husband's head lays down on that pillow.

"A little... I'm going to bed"

"Oh...... have a good night. You want something or something?

Rimis slowly shook his neck left and right, closing his eyes quietly.

"Lord Nao tells the Church that Rimis has fallen because I will see Rimis"

"Oh... right. They'll ask me if I can get a doctor or something."

"Remis is a pretty low level considering Golem Valley's proper level... so are we, but let's get fit here"

Aria turns that eye to the little wizard.

Physical attacks on the Golem are hard to work with. The power of remiss is imperative to fight in the Golem Valley, which also has many bad scaffolding locations.

At that time, Gresha suddenly stood up, who had never looked like I was involved.

Its neck moves sharply and is directed toward Fujido. Fujido unexpectedly retreated one step after that extra appearance was unusual.

"Duh, what's wrong? Gresha."

"... errands, done"

"With... things?

Gresha takes the lead on the top of the Buddha to the unwittingly ask back Fujido.

Alia is distracted by Gresha, who always rarely speaks, and who only gives a minimum of words when she speaks, but soon takes me back and asks me back.

"errands... errands, what errands? Gresha must be from the Vale Forest, right?

The miracle of a wounded ice-tree dragon turning into a girl still remains vivid on Aria's head.

Gresha has nothing to answer.

Fujido blinks as confused and asks what he comes up with.

"Maybe... you're hungry?

Gresha's eyes opened slightly wide to the words. The emerald green iris sparkles in the sunlight incorporated through the large window.

Gresha eats far more than the other three. There was room for food, so even during the trip to Golem Valley, Fujido had considerably more food to allocate to Gresha, but Fujido noticed that Gresha was holding her stomach down hungry every time something happened.

"Have you eaten so much and not eaten enough yet..."

"Because you look like you... hey..."

To Aria, who sighs and squeals, Fujido slaps that shoulder.

"Well, can I feed you full stomach while you're in the city?

"... just be careful with the rest of the money. Even though we can get backups from the country, it's not infinite."

Gresha eats more than Fujido and Aria combined with remiss.

So far, there is room for gold, but the items obtained by defeating the undead in the grave would hardly have been gold, and if there had been no payment from the state, they would have been in immediate need.

Fujido laughs nicely and tells Gresha.

"Well, I'm sorry about the remiss, but why don't I come with you and have dinner somewhere"

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Chewed his lips and Gresha answered with a crying expression even now.

Fujido is amazed by the rare and emotional look on his face. Gresha fluttered through it and next to it, turning toward Fujido on the verge of leaving the room, he said.

"Run errands, when you're done, right back"

"Ah... oh... there you go..."

The door makes a noise and closes.

He gazed at the completely closed door for a few seconds, and Fujido and Aria looked at each other.

"What's an errand?

"Come on... you can't tell me.... Well, I guess Gresha has a lot going on too"

In the first place, if you don't know how many deceased people you've turned into, you don't know why.

We discussed it several times without Gresha, but it didn't come to a conclusion, and I asked Gresha, but she's in a state of good luck because if it's a reason to follow, she'll shut up.

"... as, well, I'm... Holy Brave, and I guess that happens."

"... right. There must have been legends of heroes who traveled with dragons, so maybe that's what it is..."

Strange silence spreads on the spot.

Though it's a weird story, Fujido nodded loudly once to convince himself. I wasn't even convinced by the dust.