The day after the dinner party, Flam, who had received a request to collect the material that could be taken from the monster, finished the completion report and left the guild.
Whether the first Anzoo crusade worked, Adventurer Rank sometime went up to D-Rank and earned more.
I have to make a lot of money trying to feed them, so I can't stay alert yet.
"I don't know if you're going to work, Mr. Eterna..."
You seem to be pulling into your room all the time and doing something, but you don't know what you're doing.
But in his spare time, he tells Flam about herbs and magic, so he says, 'Don't you work?' It's hard to hear.
So far I have enough money to live on, so I've been meaning to see how it goes for a while.
The sky is completely dark.
Nothing. I wasn't late because I was bored in the guild.
Simply, the mission was just troublesome.
I thought I could afford it because it's a monster that's not very strong, but I didn't know it was a small animal type monster that was, oh and small and fast on the run.
Although we could eventually defeat them safely and get the skin, the degree of fatigue is more than double that usual.
If this had gotten tangled up in the receptionist Elia or the Dayne faction at the referral office, it wouldn't be strange if they hadn't fallen by now.
Fortunately, however, today, for some reason, everyone was not well enough.
Dayne, the leader, also seemed to have a meeting with his colleagues in some painful way.
Rest assured I'm glad I'm not simply tangled up.
At the same time, however, I am anxious to find no means to do damage to them.
"I wish I could crush you while you're not feeling well..."
Mouth such aspirations and kick pebbles with boots.
The rolling stone then stopped when it hit something big that fell to the ground.
... It's a girl.
Is the girl lying on the cold stone ground about the same age as Sarah?
He has black hair tied and ponytailed, and is dressed in white clothes dirty with dirt, both up and down.
"... I have a feeling about the incident"
Flam is so blurry.
But actually, it's not so uncommon for people to be down in the West Side.
If you're a drunk man, you fall asleep around a lot, and if you live there for a few years, you're bound to see the body once?
It's just that I'm a woman, and I may not often see her as a child.
Needless to say, the security of the town gets worse at night, and as soon as a young girl walks in like that, the men flock.
Of course, just to satisfy your own desires.
That means - before Flam sees it, I don't see it much, because someone else will find it.
You can't just leave the girl in that place.
Flam crouched and shook her body with his hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, you okay? If you sleep in a place like this, you're gonna get attacked by a pervert, right?
"Hmm......"
I looked at the girl's face that rolled around - “eyes," to be exact, and Flam gave it a little bit.
It was sutured and closed.
Since the marks are beautiful and have not been purulent, it seems that the procedure was carried out by the doctor's hand.
Even so, it was quite a different sight.
"You're blind, and you just got here? Alone with the kids?
The flesh on your body isn't bad, the meal seems to be eating right.
The hair tip is not shiny either, someone is properly scissored and ready.
There are no signs of abuse, and the fact that it doesn't smell means I'm taking a bath.
It's not like I've escaped from a place of confinement.
When Flam rocked the girl's shoulder even more, she whispered to herself, "Who?," he said.
"Passing ordinary people. If you want to go somewhere, why don't I send you?
She shut up a lot...... told him with a bright voice.
"Ink!"
"To?"
"My name is Ink. Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, yeah... nice to meet you"
They caught me and said "hello," but what the hell am I supposed to say to you?
To Flam, who couldn't really grasp the flow, she kept saying this.
"I have amnesia. I'm not sure who I am."
I just named it Ink.
"Did you remember his name?
"Yeah, coincidence!
It was a convenient coincidence.
Flam sighs in awkwardness and makes her stand up by pulling her hand for now.
And when you tap the sand dust on your body and drop it,
"Bye, Ink"
and waved in a calm manner to try to leave the spot.
But there's no way to let the duck (flam) she found get away with it - but she grabs her clothes with both hands and stops.
"Me, I have nowhere to sleep."
"Oh, yes..."
"I don't remember where I'm going, I don't have the money, I don't make it!
I can more or less imagine what they expect.
In short, this blind runaway girl is telling me to stay in your house.
Plus, even a round lie about amnesia, etc.
If you stay with a kid like this, no matter how you scratch your feet, Flam has no interest whatsoever in getting into trouble.
But leave me alone... I know one young girl in the West End of the night, what will happen, etc.
At the time I imagined that vigeon, it was Flam's loss.
She sighed loudly, "Ha, ha," again, taking the ink hand.
"In the meantime, I'll take you to us. Send it to me as soon as you know where the house is, okay?
"I don't know anything, because I have amnesia!
Where in the world are such bright amnesiacs?
The frightened flam sighed for the third time as early as today, and began walking with his hands behind his back.
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On her way home, Flam asked various questions to the ink, but she answered nothing to her fortitude.
He's found out for a while, but he's not going to change the setting of amnesia.
It's unlikely to be in one hand, so I walk a little faster to get help from Milkit and Eterna.
Ink followed it fine as well.
I don't have any health problems - so what about the status?
I could feel free to look at it without my permission, but the ink is bad that I won't withdraw the settings.
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Ink Leasecraft
Attribute: Water
Muscle Strength: 18
Magic: 43
Health: 28
Agility: 23
Sense: 49
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It's somewhat magical and sensory, but it's a normal healthy girl figure.
His name is apparently his real name, too.
In other words, I can't use a pseudonym or anything like that.
"Leasecraft hey... what house?"
"... you tried scanning?
"I saw it."
"Eh."
It was an unexpectedly fist-gripping, arm-shaking flam, but somehow I suppress it.
The other person is a child, 16-year-old Flam must grow up.
"How old is the ink, by the way?
"Ten!
I'm still the same age as Saila.
"I have amnesia, and I know that."
"Ah... uh, I remember my body"
"Clever body."
"Isn't that the way you put it?
"Because it's not."
It's really convenient amnesia.
But a 10-year-old blind kid running away from home in the West End of the Night is something he did recklessly.
It's troublesome, but I'm glad I was the first to find it, Fram thinks from the bottom of his heart.
Then we walked again for a while, and the two arrived at Fram's house.
When I open the front door and say "I'm home," I hear footsteps coming from the kitchen.
Milkit greeted the Lord with a smile under his bandage,
"Welcome back, my husband... ma?
I looked at the girl standing next to her and looked strange.
"I'll explain it all later, so can we just go up?
"Ha, ha. I'm ready for dinner."
"Yeah, thanks"
That said, when Flam stroked his head, Milkit would haunt him.
Behind the two walking side by side, the ink followed as he grabbed Fram's clothes.
"There's a delicious smell coming this far. If I was sniffing, I'd be hungry."
Good timing, flam's stomach grunted.
It doesn't sound so loud, but it seems to have reached Milkit's ears, cheeks loose on the adorable urging.
"Pfft, I tried my first ingredient today, so I hope it fits your husband's mouth... Oh, with that said, should I have this kid's share too?
"Uh... what do you want to do, have some ink, some rice too?
"Of course!"
He is a child who does not hesitate at all.
Flam dropped his shoulder as disappointed as he shrugged, and Milkit grinned bitterly.
As the three of us go into the living room, you've been waiting to finish dinner or Eterna sitting with a fork and a knife in her hand.
She looks at the flam, she looks at the mill kit, and at the end of the day, she sees the ink...
"Flam's bringing in a woman."
I said that with no expression.
"Because it's not! I just happened to pick it up, but I can't just leave it alone."
"I've been brought in!
There is one asshole who raises his hand vigorously and declares.
"So... eh"
"Haha, you're a healthy kid. I'm still ready for dinner, so please sit down and wait."
"Oh fine, because I'll help too. Ink, sit here."
"Yes!"
Ink, who replied cheerfully with his hands up, sat there alone as he explored the chair's position with his hands.
I was wondering if I needed help because I was blind, but to some extent she alone seems to be able to act.
Flam heads to the kitchen to finish the dishes alongside the mill kit.
Milkit gave him a look that seemed sorry for just one moment, but he wouldn't use that as a word anymore.
Not that I don't appreciate it, but it's normal for Flam to help cook, and every time he apologizes, he says, 'Don't tell me, I'm just doing what I deserve'.
The Lord we are now spending time with is not like those Milkit has served in the past.
Naturally, it is the Lord who does what He does for Himself, a humble slave.
If they want it to be sweet, then it is the work of slaves that will - simply, it is Milkitt's own desire as well.
I have eyes on the flam next door.
No particular point, but when she smiled, Milkit smiled back as well.
That's all I'm happy with, so I thought if I could deepen this relationship more, even if I got scared of losing it.
"You took a bath first."
When Fram starts carrying the dish to the table, Sayla comes in with a towel and a squeaky wipe of her head.
"Sarah was here, too."
I thought there was somewhat more for the three of us, but I didn't know you were coming to eat again yesterday today.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Saila's here. I forgot to tell you."
"Good evening, Milkit. Your food is delicious and you're here again!
"Is the church better?
"If I told you I was going to my friend's house for dinner, would you laugh and send me out?
The commandments seem surprisingly looser than Fram thinks.
Well, that's not the case with assholes attacking nuns when they say they're insecure in the West End, and on the decision that Saila would be able to pay back, I don't know.
"Who's that kid, by the way?
"I'm ink!
"Ink, say hello"
"Say hello!
That's what Nori's good ink said as he patted his hands.
Because they're close in age or the wavelength seems to fit, and the two are somewhat upbeat and say, "Yikes!" and had a high touch.
While I'm doing that, the food lines up on the table.
Eterna was staring at the candybore stew, with her blood running eyes, whether the hunger limit was approaching.
"No, Candybore is a C-rank monster, isn't it? Wasn't it expensive?
"That was half the price, because the deadline was near. Still, it wasn't cheap... luxury, was it too much"
"No, it's okay, isn't it? Half the price would be cheaper than a goat or a buffalo, and the candy bore would be delicious. I'm hungry, too."
Flam placed a vegetable salad on a large plate in the center of the table and sat in his seat.
Candybore is a C-ranked boar-shaped monster with a large body.
Crusade difficulty is quite high because of the muscle strength as it seems, plus the agility for the giant.
The weakness is that we can only move in a linear fashion, but we follow it with extensive local attribute magic.
The name "Candy” is given from vandalizing the sugar-cane field, which is the raw material for sugar.
Not just Sugarcaine, but Candybore seems to like something particularly sweet, and he has also been witnessed rushing into trees and dropping hives and licking their honey.
Its influence, meat and fat are both sweet and very delicious, and are luxurious as monster meats of the boreal species.
Its diced meat, which is slowly simmered and sinks in a brown domicile sauce, is so soft that the fibers are simmered loose even without touching it, and I know exactly what Eterna feels like when I rinse my saliva just watching.
The sauce itself seems to have bought something that can be matched from the store, but Milkit said it also contains a hidden flavor.
If it's the hidden flavor she puts in, it must definitely be sublime to a one-step flavor, you can expect it here too.
The potatoes simmered together also seem to taste dull and delicious.
It goes well with the baguette provided, needless to say.
When you make sure everyone is seated, they all say "I'll have it," and the ink continues a little late.
Thus began dinner this evening.
Eterna spoons up a large bite of meat the most, tangles plenty of stew sauce and puts it in her mouth.
Simply gently compressed with the tongue, the fiber spreads loose, full of sweet meat flavors and a rich aroma of demi sauce.
When you chew the fat part with your teeth, the muddled gravy adds even more sweetness.
She smiled satisfactorily, "Nfu," this time tearing off the baguette and putting it on the stew.
Plus put the meat on top of it, without a little product, open your mouth wide and cheek it up.
Every time I crush the sauce stained bread with my teeth, the sauce overflows with cumbers, cumbers, and sauce.
That was mixed with the fragrance and slight saltiness of the baguette itself, and I felt a different flavour than I had eaten alone.
Mill kits break cheeks happily watching everyone eat deliciously.
Happier to see others eat their own cooking than to eat their own.
Sounds like that type.
Flam sees its satisfying mill kit and becomes happy himself.
Two eyes met.
"Is it delicious?
"Yeah, great. You'll be a good daughter-in-law, Milkit."
"I'd rather have your husbands eat than your daughter-in-law"
In exchange for those words, Flam shrugged up his stew on the spoon again.
The ink also seems to be satisfied with Milkit's hand cooking, and he is somewhat surprised by the fact that "our more delicious rice existed..."
So where did the amnesia setting go, Flam rammed into his mind three times.
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When you finish your meal and the top of the table is cleared, interrogation time is next.
You can't just let him gobble up with amnesia like this.
Start with a brief introduction.
"Ink Leasecraft, he's 10. I'm having amnesia!
"Even if they say it like a profession..."
Flam with a ragged face.
Then the ink gaze turned to her.
Apparently, it's Flam's turn to introduce himself next, he claims.
"Fram Apricot, 16 years old...... no, you didn't even introduce yourself to ink yet"
"I didn't."
Even if we listen to her, we should reveal about each other's identities.
Flam lowered his head honestly.
"I'm sorry about that, I totally forgot. The profession is supposed to be an adventurer."
Ink listened to Flam by hitting the correlation with "Hmm" as he shook his neck vertically over and over again.
Then proceed in turn with Milkit, Saila, and Eterna.
"Eterna Limbaugh is that hero's?
and well, just how surprised I am to introduce myself to Eterna.
And surprised, she's bragging about something with her chest up.
"So that's what Flam Apricot is saying? I thought you were someone else with the same last name..."
"That's the thing for once"
"The big guy picked me up...... I don't plan on this, no I guess I was lucky. It seems economical."
Flam turns a suspicious glance at her for gold.
We have to reveal who she is, including the sincerity of the word.
If you're just a runaway girl, that's fine, because you can go home tomorrow.
"Come on, then. I'm gonna have you spit out the crisps and the truth."
"I can't answer that because I have amnesia, can I?
"Because if you think you can get away with it, it's a big mistake. Exactly, because you can't keep a child with no identity forever."
"Duh, how can you say that amnesia is a lie?
I'm seriously upset.
Do you mean children?
"Instead, I'm wondering why you thought I wouldn't find out."
Too much boring out.
They say it's childish, but that's why it's dangerous.
If this run away was a thoughtful one, it would be around the time your parents are desperately looking for you by now.
If you're bad, you might even be mobilized as guards and church knights.
I want to know where to go before they treat you like a kidnapper.
"Sure, amnesia is a lie... but I don't even know where it actually came from"
"No, no, it's not like that"
"Really. I've been running selflessly obsessed, so I have no idea"
"Isn't it home?
"I think it's some kind of facility"
"Then give me the name of the facility."
I've never heard of it.
That's stupid, I wanted to say, but it doesn't look like I'm kidding with ink.
Really, he didn't even know where he had lived in the King's Capital.
Is that possible?
I don't know how overprotective I grew up with parents who went too far.
"But, you know, there were other kids there. To Howis, Luke, and Nekt, and Mute!
There are at least four children there, presumably of the same age.
When that happens, the place will be limited to itself.
"Could it be an orphanage in the West End?
"I don't know. But I had a kid anyway."
Within walking distance of a 10-year-old, where many children live.
In that limited amount, there will still be only an orphanage.
"Don't you remember the name of the guardian or something?
"You mean Mother?
"That's not a name, is it?"
"But the thing about mothers, we all just call them mothers"
It is quite possible that a nun who looks after her children in an orphanage is called Mother.
... But how can I not know my real name?
Or maybe his name is really Mother.
"I know someone at the orphanage, so I'll check with the church in the West End tomorrow. I'll shoot you once I see it on the kids' roster."
"I'm sorry I seem to have gotten involved, please"
Flam bows his head to Sarah.
I don't even know the church, and I don't want to be near anyone outside of Saila if I can.
The other day, they just almost killed me.
Plus after that, I listened to a few stories just in case, but I didn't get a clue that sounded like a clue.
You said you climbed the stairs when you ran away, that the food was delicious, that Mother was sweet?
It would be subtle if they told me that the ink didn't cover everything up.
Well, that's also a story that will all be resolved if she finds out she's an orphanage child.
Now, I just had to wait for Saila to hear from me after tomorrow.
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Fram was about to leave the house with her to escort Saila to the church in the Central District.
From the living room there, Eterna walks up quietly.
With that said, she barely opened her mouth during an earlier interrogation.
So did Milkit, but it's not what started now that she only participates in the conversation at the very least.
I mean, the only thing that went wrong was Eterna.
Stopped in front of her, she said with a serial look, in a small voice not to sound like ink.
"She's still hiding a lot."
"I think so. I haven't heard anything about why you ran away from the facility."
"There's that too... but it smells a little like me"
"With Mr. Eterna?
Flam put his face closer to Eterna's body and smelled it, but "it's not," a sharp chop poured down into his brain.
"Oh... so what's the smell?
When Flam asked rubbing her head, she spoke with a distant eye.
"It's not normal, or unnatural. Talk about that kind of air."
"I don't think Mr. Eterna is unnatural, do I?
"Flam doesn't notice because he's blunt"
"Terrible to be told..."
"Oh, I think I know. It's floating, but it doesn't have the same vibe as other normal kids."
Too abstract for the "?" mark to remain floating over Flam's head.
But Eterna didn't say the feeling well in words, either, and she felt something terrible.
"Anyway, you better find him a place to go home soon and send him over. Before you go in deep."
"Tomorrow I'll come and report the results, so I think we're done here."
It would be an orphanage child anyway, everyone was getting that high.
Even if he was a child of an institution other than that, there are not so many orphanages in the King's City.
Saila should look it up by tomorrow to reveal which child the ink is.
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The next morning, Saila left the Church in the Central District as soon as other nuns dropped her off.
On the way is the church in the West End.
It's not a place to go unless you have business, so I don't know many people, but the church knights who work there had a face-to-face experience because they used to be in the Central District.
They were the two men who captured Dayne's men when Leach's bag was stolen.
Waiting in a stuffing lot near the church, they stood up when they saw the approaching saila and whispered casually, "Hey, you've come a lot".
And when one of them walks over to her, she strokes her head so that she rubs Saila, who is far smaller than she is.
"Hey, I'm not gonna stop, Ed! My hair's gonna get messed up!
"Oh, you're starting to care about your hair, and so are you."
The man called Ed still keeps moving the hand he puts on his head.
On his face, there was a smile on his face that really didn't mess with him.
"Don't do it, you've hated it for a long time"
"Hey, it's a matter of no choice, Johnny. Hi. Look at this guy. He wants to touch me. Like the feeling of the owner wanting to stroke the dog? You know what I mean?"
"I have trouble being asked to consent"
Johnny laughs.
In the meantime, Sarah was stirred in the head.
"You're not dogs!
- When she really shook it off, the man laughed and said "I'm sorry" and let go.
Fixing the messy hair with her hands, she asks about the ink, staring at him, suppressing her desire to yell all the time.
"As a matter of fact, yesterday, someone I know will protect the girl, but isn't it making a scene that the girl is gone from the orphanage or something?
"No, it's not."
"Oh, yesterday or peace itself, I was so bored with too much free time"
A peek into the stuffing desk is scattered with card-like things.
Apparently, he was really free, and Ed and Johnny even made bets for the two of us.
"Ink Leasecraft, he's a 10-year-old, don't you really have any idea?
"No, hey. I haven't even heard from another orphanage about a child search request."
Ed runs out.
I guess it's true that Johnny, who works seriously, also agreed.
"So, Fuwis, Luke, Nect, Mute... have you ever heard of any of them?
"Exactly. I don't remember everyone."
"Shall I bring it on the roster?
"Please!
Johnny rushed to the orphanage.
He returns while Ed and Saila are twisted like half the fights, handing over the roster he has received.
"Uh... ink, ink..."
Look for her name first, but it's not listed there.
Next, I still can't find the letters Fuwis, Luke, Nect and Mute anywhere, checking one at a time with my fingers.
"It wasn't the kid here, you mean... and then -"
"Kids that aren't supposed to exist are like that."
Ed laughed and said to Johnny.
Johnny, shaken by the topic, laughs with her nose "Ha".
"Oh, that one. There's a creepy noise in the orphanage at night, and there's a kid out there who's not supposed to be there, he says."
"Something about it"
"It's a rumor that's been popular among knights for a time. It's completely obsolete now."
"But you don't know Johnny. You know, there's a lot more to that story."
Ed started to rap about whether he liked this hand gossip.
"Actually, there's a secret facility in the basement of a church in the West End, where experiments with orphanage children are conducted...!
"No, I can't. Because it is. Even now, there's a lot of fuss about just losing one kid. Besides, if the rumors were true, wouldn't the church be the complete bad guy? You're gonna piss me off up there."
"I don't have a dream, Johnny. How's Sarah? You're interested, right?
"... Sure, you're interested."
Except it's different from my interest in mere occult stories.
Rumor story Ed is talking about, that may not just be a rumor.
There is no smoke standing where there is no fire.
A story of someone knowing the existence of the institute inadvertently leaked has spread among the knights as a rumor - can't you think of that?
"It seems to be an experiment to lift man into the realm of God"
"Does God look like an Origin?
"No, I don't know if you have that detailed setting, but it's godly anyway. So, they embed the power of God in their bodies."
Isn't that exactly what Saila saw in the cave lab, that thing itself?
From nervousness, swallow the saliva accumulated in your mouth.
"Then will those children be able to handle the strange powers that only seem to be God's business? Besides, they also have the power to communicate freely with God. The Virgin's face is lost."
Maria could hear the announcement, too, but she doesn't always hear it.
Still, you are in such a position to be worshipped as a Virgin that if you always have a child who can talk to God, you must be treated like a god of life.
Ed sees Sarah's serious expression and says, "This guy, don't believe me at all," and is on track.
"The name of the plan is all the time!
That's what he said like a decision dialogue when he stood his bish index finger in front of her.
"Spiral's -"
But the words stopped perfectly along the way.
"Ko... oh... huh?
And with his mouth half-opened, drooling meaningless voices.
"Ed?"
Johnny comes in worried about Ed, who suddenly goes crazy.
And when I put my hand on my shoulder, his head jumped frightened.
"Ah... uh... helix, child of...?
"No, no, no, no... Shit..."
"Hey Ed, what's up... - Become!?
That's when Johnny's eyes - it grew out of the back of his neck, another head.
It branches out like a tree branch and moves with its mouth full.
"Ed, Ed! What happened... huh?
Johnny feels uncomfortable with his right thigh and turns his gaze.
Then the spheres of white, black, and red are sunk there for a long time.
"Wow! Don't come in, don't come in!
It is already too late to reach out desperately to decide.
When the eyeballs sank completely, from there - a new leg grew as it drifted.
Johnny felt signs of a cold sweat on his forehead and looked up at the stuffing roof.
From there, a large number of eyeballs were looking down at this one.
Death. - No, I imagine a more terrible situation than that.
Blood draws, cheeks pull, whole body poppy.
But even so as to escape, the newly grown third leg can't run in the way and think.
So he pulled out his sword.
And slit the sphere that's pouring down, in the air.
Fortunately, each one doesn't seem as durable.
The problem is the number and the immediacy of the attack just touching it - if it's about stopping, even he should be able to do it.
"Se, saila, run!
"So, so!
"Just run! I'm not sure what it is, but it's not someone we can do something about!
"Ugh... Ugh..."
"Even Ed wants that, so!
Johnny shouted at Saila with a blue complexion.
She draws his readiness, bites his lips and says, "I'm sorry...!" Running away with a remorseful look.
Ed had lost his personality for a long time and had become an object he could not call a person.
Johnny's body also has one eye after another.
Consciousness is distant.
Become something that you are not a person.
I'm scared, but I've already given up, more than that.
The rear of the distant sailor turns the corner and disappears.
Having seen it, Johnny closed his eyes and let go of consciousness when he laughed "huffy" at the end.