Life in the meadow has begun... what must I do first?

The answer is not to bother, but to do something about where to live while securing water and food.

Whatever we're going to do in this meadow, we just have to avoid drooling in the wild.

We need to find a water field, find food... or a cave, or a shade of a tree, or a suitable place to live like that...

If that's what you decided to do, act quickly. I set the right course and started walking.

As soon as you start walking, you succeed in discovering a stream that flows sarcastically, the river's water is so clear that you can see the bottom of the river... I accidentally raise my voice of joy.

It was every day I sipped muddy water during the war, so that's all I appreciate about having clean water.

If there were a river, there would be all sorts of creatures there, and I can count on securing food.

Drink a little water from the river, moisten your throat, then watch the river for a while... look for any creatures that are likely to be food, but you won't find them anytime soon.

You can keep looking for creatures here... No, I decide to move as well as it's important to find a place to live.

Seeking a good place to secure food and live, walk, walk, keep walking... that's how you spend a fair amount of time walking over there, over here, marking the crushed grass... yeah, I get it, I get it.

All I have is grass, my territory.

No matter where you walk, no matter where you go, the meadows keep spreading and it's grass, grass, grass that comes into view.

I had no choice but to have a convenient existence like a cave, but I didn't think I'd even find a single tree.

If I had a tree, I wouldn't even say home... but I also had the option to make it and live there, even after the rain...

Seeing the sun begin to lean gradually I decided to head back to the creek.

Return to the creek to rehydrate, then lower your back to the meadows and rest your body watching the grass swing in the wind.

I look at the grass, and I wonder if the grass is still here, so can you help me with the grass? Oh, my God. Though I've thought about it, if you try the chisel, the taste is an unsavory word, and the grass leaves about the knee length will be soft, and it won't be possible to utilize them for something brittle first.

I sigh deeply that even if only useless grass is in large quantities.

That's how the sun starts to set, and the area is surrounded by darkness.

I fall asleep in the meadows, deciding that it would be impossible to act on anything further in this darkness, where I can't even see a few steps away.

I've already fallen asleep today and I'll act again tomorrow, I don't even know what I can do but just try to act... if things still don't get better, I think I need to think about escaping from here too.

Various people might piss me off, but that's why I'm sorry I'm dying here wild.

Right, after...... if you can't stick around for 2 days, then rely on the tracks on the carriage wheels to move around and even go to a nearby village...... so let's say you live looking for something, a useful job for people.

I feel some easier when I start thinking about that... my heart lightens when my parents' will seems to be able to keep it too... and my eyelids start to get heavier.

That's how I traveled to the world of my dreams, surrounded by the smell of grass.

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Someone's voice.

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That voice, which repeats the same content over and over again, is ringing right next to me... Could the Lord of this voice be speaking to me?

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Okira, Omae Hadareda... May at all.

I groaned and moaned May, thinking about the meaning of that word, which I could not help but hear... I understand with my fallen head that the Lord of the Voice is telling me to get up.

Now...... it seems like it's morning already, I can feel the sunlight while closing my eyelids.

Will the Lord of the Voice tell me to wake up because it is morning already?

But I'm still sleepy, I don't want to wake up yet.

I try to turn my back on the Lord of my voice and try to travel to the world of my dreams again while hitting my back... this time I sleep slightly thinking about what kind of dream I'm going to have... and the moment I start traveling to the world of my dreams, I've probably been kicked in the back, with a sudden shock in my armor, and I jump unexpectedly by its shock and sound.

I jumped up and opened my eyes, trying to protest the killer who kicked me in the back, and I begin to look for the killer with a darkening vision as I awaken my consciousness.

Gradually, a clear vision captures the killer and sends that information to my consciousness... and I am amazed at how speechless the killer is.

The killer was a woman wearing patterned makeup that reminded her of flames with red paint on her face and wrapped a strange patterned cloth around her.

The outfit can be described as highly exposed inside, and the brown skin catches my eye.

but above all else it caught my eye and surprised me...... it was the blue, shining horn that grew on its forehead.

I can't believe there are people with horns... and I was just so surprised.