Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Huh... Huh..."

Georg gets up as he narrows his eyes to the dazzle of the morning sun.

Georg, troubled by a magnificent man's house last night that he was actually the village chief, slept on a hard floor with a blanket instead of a duvet. They say his name is Schmidt. The village chief seems to have a wife and children, and when he entered the house, he was introduced to his wife Elena, his son Thorne, and offered to use his bed, but he insisted.

Because there was no way I could take the landlord's bed away from me because I was in trouble. Besides, this body has little effect due to the difference in warmth. However, when I slept in a stiff place when I was a human body, I felt that my body savings were going to hurt, so I laid a blanket and slept.

Schmidt has insistently recommended the bed to the end, but leaned back where Georg gave up persuasion and took the liberty of laying a blanket in the corner of the room, taking off his armor and lying down. (For this reason, under the armor was white silky clothing that converted the pterygoid)

"Oh... have you woken up?

Slightly boggling awake, a woman rang from side to side. This is Elena, Schmidt's wife.

"Hmm...... what about Schmidt?

"If you're one of us, you go to revamp the possessions of the young people and yesterday's bandits..."

"........................ Ah"

I forgot to dispose of the body.

"Okay, let's go, too. I told you I'd handle that."

Saying so, when she stood up, Elena immediately cleaned out the blanket.

"We'll be waiting for you with breakfast"

And I've been bowing my head.

I've never been aware of it, but with that said, I'm very hungry. I didn't end up eating anything last night, I couldn't tell you to ask for dinner after I pushed you in the middle of the night.

"... I can get it done quickly"

Georg quickly put on his armor and went outside, putting up with the belly worm about to sound.

"Schmidt."

"Heh?... Oh, this is Master Stanford! Are you awake?"

When I went to the place where I ended the bandits last night, there were several young men gathered there, counting coin-like items and making provision for swords and protective equipment.

"Well, check the loot."

"Huh... Huh..."

Schmidt clouding his expression for some reason. No, the others were suspicious of behavior somewhere.

"?............ Ah"

Somehow I guessed.

"I'm telling you, I don't need that."

"I don't mind!?

Broke his face blatantly. The point is, I guess I had some thoughts about the ownership of the golden-eyed stuff the bandits had. Normally, it belongs to Georg, who repelled it by himself, but it must be valuable money and metal products for a despicable village around here. I must have thought that if you could fish for it and divide it into a few pieces.

"You can take it all, thinking it's part of the cost of the inn and rice. It's not like I put a lot of work into it, and I'm not interested."

"Ah...... thank you!!

"Finally, it helps if you put the bodies together. It's easy to process."

"To that extent, cheap help!

I feel the human success of living in these times in Schmidt, who joyfully begins to give instructions to the men.

Georg has about half an hour to finish the work. I spent some time relaxing.

"Dear Stanford, it's over"

"Hmm?... right, then. Let's just take care of it."

Pulled back from a half-sleep state by Schmidt's voice, Georg rises up and heads to the place where the body is gathered in one place. I've been thinking a lot about how to handle it.

"Stay back because it's dangerous, okay?

Approaching the corpse, he warns his surroundings that way, confirms that the villagers fall back, and exercises magic.

Moments, to the flames that burn, I feel my surroundings twirl. That would also be true, wizards serve their country for the most part and are hardly noticed by ordinary people. I mean, because I never see magic.

Georg exercises wind magic at the same time, taking into account that the odor when a person burns does not spread to the village, while burning the body without leaving any bones. When it's over, now exercise the earthly magic, and if you let the ashes that have been holed out into it so as to penetrate the soil on the ground, and bury it again with the soil. It's over if you make it lighter and humid with even more water magic.

Until a couple of minutes ago, there was a body there. It was so beautifully handled that I didn't know first.

"Yeah, like this......... is this it?

"Heh?...... ah! Yeah, yes, I was wondering if there was anything wrong..."

Schmidt responds in a panic, watching as if he were stunned.

The bandit raid showed off Dragnil and even something like this, and there were no more words.

"Well, I wish I could. Then, as I said yesterday, gather everyone somewhere... no"

When I thought about fulfilling the promise I made yesterday, I found Elena with a disturbingly disturbing look on her face.

"That's breakfast before then. Schmidt, Elena's waiting for you."

I'm hungry myself, and I add inside, Schmidt takes Georg home like he did last night with a bitter laugh.

Looks like your own loot, holding onto a bag of currency.