I Shall Survive Using Potions!

The look on Fernan's face, the first prince of the Kingdom of Brancott, is dark.

The day after the tragedy at that party, Fabio and Alan, who went to visit the dining room where Caorle worked, returned without seeing Caorle.

The diner said, "The great man called me with his eyes closed, that I might not be able to come back again," and he quit so that there would be no trouble in the dining room.

Were you ready to go that far? Were you hunting it down that far...

Then, after searching for the whereabouts, a sighting of a bloody girl heading to the outer gate that night. The gatekeeper's testimony that the bloody girl stepped out of the outer gate without any luggage.

Would I have made it to another city safely?

Would you have gotten the job right with that wound...

Every time I think about it, my heart is heavy and dark......

"Fernan, I heard an interesting story"

Fabio says a little excited when it comes.

Pretty rare for a calm fabio all the time.

"What story?

Fabio laughed and said to Fernan, who asked with a little interest.

"Please don't be surprised. I arrived in King's Capital today and bought this information from the merchants from Grua... but I am talking about 'a friend of the goddess Celestine appeared in Grua, who performed miracles, saved people, and made the king and the temple bogged down'"

"What, that's..."

Fernan was stunned.

I didn't know Fabio would like to talk about Yota, which is unlikely to be a gamble.

"So I'm that 'friend of the goddess'..."

Is it still going on, the story...

"When I was 11 to 12, I had dark hair, dark eyes"

What? What?

"Caorle, he said."

"Think of an errand to go to the kingdom of Balmore! Administration, respect, whatever, make sure you can get there as soon as you can!!

"Yes, yes, I thought they'd say that, because we're already getting ready..."

That's right, it's Fabio.

"All right, I'm taking you home! If you say that you have caused trouble with both the royal palace and the temple of that country, you will find it difficult to stay. Just convenient!

Even with some reflection, the habit of thinking conveniently for myself did not seem to heal so easily.

"Peace..."

Caorle had a peaceful day.

After that "public meeting," I was a little worried that the retard would push me. Nobility, nobility, nobility.

But the threat worked, and that hardly came.

There is no point in capturing or threatening Caorle, because miracles are more than what you ask of a goddess: 'all the goddesses find out'. Because I don't think hostages work for goddesses.

Well, if you're bad, if they say, "Don't get your hands on it" from up there, too, if they say, "Every faction, every king's capital," etc.

In the end, Caorle simply referred to it as a 'friend of the goddess', and the pros and cons, cost-effectiveness, risk-and-return, and such things were too bad for royalty and nobility to come into strong contact with.

Neither could the temple side be forced to bring a girl who was not a believer into the temple any more than she was widely known to the people.

Nor did the general public treat people strangely, though respectfully, with the perception that 'just a normal girl, who is loved by a goddess'. Because that's what Caorle wanted.

Well, I don't know if I can say 'normal girl' at the point of 'being spoiled by a goddess'...

The hearts of the injured and sick may not be calm, but when they push or force the anger of the goddess, they can't do anything strange.

Still, if Caorle had a store number or something, the guys who wanted to see his face and see him might have pushed him, but Hate Caorle didn't have to go to the workshop to see him because he was a no-touch in the workshop's business relationship, cooking, cleaning, chores in the back, etc.

Even at the time of the outing, those who originally knew Caorle had dealt with him as before because 'the goddess likes him or not, but Caorle is Caorle', and others have made him normal.

Besides, in the first place, not many people noticed the caorle.

Even though there are few people with dark hair, there are quite a few people in the heavily populated Wang capital, and not to mention how many people gathered in Central Park at that time. In terms of the number of inhabitants of Wang capital, that was also never many who could see the face of Caorle close enough to be clearly discerned. And if there were no photographs here, there would have been no mass communication media to spread it. For this reason, the caorle thing was only passed on so much as' cute girl with dark hair 'at best. No one could see it, such as the color of my eyes.

For that reason, Caorle was still casually out of town today.

Neither does Caorle mean that there are only markets, libraries and abandoned houses on the go. Sometimes I usually stroll, do my own shopping, and buy and eat.

A beautiful woman walked in from the front as Caorle walked cheek-baked the skewer she had bought from the street earlier.

In fact, she was still old enough to call herself a girl, but from a caorle, most Westerners over fifteen look like adults. Well, in this country, where the age of majority is fifteen, that recognition is not a mistake......

Posture with spine through, crisp movement, sword wrapped around hips. From the outfit, knight or knight apprentice...

And when I was about to make a mistake, the woman..., the girl suddenly stopped and stared at Caorle's face. I looked surprised and shouted.

"Ah, goddess!

... what longevity comics!

"... who?

A caorle suddenly screamed and bewildered by a girl I don't know.

The people around me thought, oh, you heard a rumor that was passed on by mistake, and went through.

"Wow, it's me, it's Knight Francette!

"... no, so who?

Knight Francette finally realized. That I wasn't named then...

Even if it were named, Caorle probably would have forgotten.

Goddess, having trouble handling the girl who keeps saying, Caorle pulled the girl to a snack shop nearby.... because there was no such thing as a cafe or coffee shop in this country.

The store was empty because there was still time for lunch. Caorle sat in the inconspicuous seat in the corner of the corner and, ordering appropriately, asked the girl again.

"... So, who is it?

Francette explained desperately. That we met in that forest, that Ektor and his grandmother were cured, that we used the two remaining bottles in the royal palace...

Caorle stunned.

"The unusual speed of the royal palace's reaction, is that so... But nevertheless..."

Climb out and touch Fransette's face with a pepper.

"No way, really, so far totally...... That's right, the mysterious technology of super-high life forms comparable to God..."

"What?"

"No, no, it's nothing, this way."

Falsely, Caorle thought.

(What do we do? Pretending to be different from that goddess? No, no matter how different the color of your hair, it's because your face is the same. Can't you just happen to look alike... Something seems totally admired, and if we take it in well... All right!)

"Knight Francette, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Ha, ha! Go ahead, order anything!

Fransette answers Caorle's words by lurking her voice with a suppressed voice as well.

The distance to the other guests is far enough away. Caorle explained the wish in a low voice.

"... so now I'm supposed to be 'Celestine's Friend'. Well, that's true in itself... I'm just a normal daughter myself, and falsely, oh, that's not a lie, either. Because now I'm haunted by the human figure. Just a little healing power, a normal daughter."

"Ha ha..."

Francette, once back in Count Adan's territory from then on, organized her neighborhood and had just returned to the King's Capital the other day. The Counts did not show their faces at the absent Wang Du residence and lived in the Inn until the day of their first appearance at the Royal Palace. Therefore, little details were known about the incident in Central Square.

"That's why we now enjoy human life as' normal daughters'. I don't want to be disturbed."

"Yes! Never divulge secrets..."

Fransette stretches her spine pinned and swears with a serious look.

"Oh, yes, that's what it is, too, but I'd like to ask you something else..."

Caorle explains.

That it is difficult to bless people in their present state, although they have managed to bring them into a peaceful life. That we want allies on the side of power. That its allies can keep secrets, trust them, and have as much power as they can to protect themselves and Caorle.

So I was wondering if I could make secret contact with that sibling Earl's house, the home of Francet...

The Counts would have a lot of power, relatives are benefiting from the blessings, two children and a few of their subordinates are present at the miracle. The likelihood of doing a strange imitation would be considerably lower than that of other aristocrats. In addition, the idea was not to risk breaking the connection with the caorle.

But......

"Huh? I, Count Adan, have resigned..., I have removed the residence of the Earl Territory and moved to the King's Capital..."

"Huh?"

To the sudden frustration of the plan that just occurred to me, a bewildered caorle.

"… so, from the day after tomorrow, I will serve as the guardian of the royal palace of my brother, Lord Roland"

"Yeah, yeah?

Operation change, is.

Around that time, in the royal palace.

"Brother, then, still with a melting penetration measure..."

"Oh, don't push it, let's go slowly and deepen our intimacy and earn trust"

"In the meantime, let's leave it to the Rio Tar family. And then let me widen the circle of interaction a little bit from that twat...

Oh, let's elevate the Rio Tar family from the Viscount to the Count to make it harder to get a little bit out of other nobles, and put it in some sort of position as well?

To the words of his brother, King Serge, his brother Roland flaunted his shoulders.

"Then you won't be a 'nobleman not great' anymore..."

"Ah..."

Around that time, in the Grand Temple of Wangdu.

"Archbishop, then, still with a pocket ploy..."

"Yeah, deepen your interactions a little bit, so that you can eventually invite me to my temple. What, my country has been abandoned. There are no sects in this country of your lord friends. The day will not be so far away when you will be able to surrender to my Celestine Orthodox principles..."

Archbishop Solnier, who told Bishop Perrier so, said to a fairly elderly witch who would refrain from taking sides.

"Shayla the Witch, please. It is you, the goddess Celestine, who wanted to have a conversation alone after the last pronouncement of trust to all. I'm sure you can earn the trust of your friend. Thank you for choosing a few of your servants."

"Yes, leave it to me"

The Archbishop asked Sheila, with all due respect.

"By the way, Shayla the Witch. It's been over fifty years since then. Can you tell me what you talked about with the goddess then? I couldn't help but notice that for the last 53 years. Hopefully, I'd like to know before I die..."

But the witch, Sheila, smiled and shook her neck to the side.

"No, it goes into the grave with me..."

"Really? No, I knew I would be able to answer that, yeah..."

Archbishop Solnier replied with a smile as well, but seemed a little unfortunate.

(I can't say! I can't believe they talked to me about 'What can I do to distract you?'! I can't believe you two have been thinking about that measure forever!!

It was certain that Shayla, the witch, would take this secret to her grave.