I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"What's up?

In an attempt to have dinner with everyone, Emile and Bell roamed in front of Caorle's room as Roland and Francette left the room.

"Oh, no, caorle..., because caorle doesn't come out no matter how many knocks..."

Emile hastily corrected the prohibition of alarm, albeit without others, and the way Caorle was called.

"Are you asleep, are you even going to wash your hands, or are you going down to the ground floor first and already starting your meal...... Let's just get down there."

Three other people have no choice but to follow me to Roland, who said so and just headed up the stairs, because suddenly I can't even break the key and intrude.

"Didn't you see them?

When Roland, who went down to the ground floor, asked the innkeeper, the receptionist's aunt gave him an immediate answer.

"Oh, you're a brunette girl, right? I left right after I took the room."

"" "" Yeah, yeah!

There's no way a pretty fine caorle in the money over and above the tenderness of the food soothes a dinner that's already paid for, along with the rent. Even if we go for a walk, we'll definitely be back by dinner time. Caorle was that kind of kid, and of course everyone knew that.

This meant that there was some problem, not being able to go home at the scheduled time.

"Out!"

That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna slap the key to the room on the counter. Roland and then Emile.

The keys were only given one at a time, so the women flew out of the inn following the men as they were.

Well, what shall we do...

This is a hidden room in the basement of one of the city's favelas.

One corner of it was partitioned in a cage (discharge), between the ages of 5-6 and 10, with four children imprisoned by letting me in.

... I'm almost twenty, but don't poke around there!

Oh, I'm supposed to call that day I got down to this world my "fifteenth birthday". Every year, we celebrate. Just one person. When I invite people, they'll ask me what birthday it is, so I keep my birthday to myself.

And I don't know what to do with that for now.

This hidden room in the basement, though small, is divided into two rooms, down the stairs, but in a small room with one slightly larger table and five to six chairs, with some cabinets and some crates. And there's this room, a cell half divided by a sturdy plaid made of wood..., yes, the one that feels like a sitting jail, with a small table and one chair on the other half.

Inside the room, besides our capture group, there is one watchman, about twenty years old, sitting in that chair and blurring.

But before you think about what's going to happen.

"Ugh..."

Yes, you were treated roughly when you were captured, and you've been putting your hand on your left shoulder painfully since just now, a girl of about 5-6 years who seems to be the youngest of these. No, toddler girl, huh?

You can't miss the fact that pretty girls suffer!

No, it's not like you can miss it if you're not a pretty girl. No, really!

So, for now...

"Yikes!"

Insert your right hand from the toddler's collar and give me your left shoulder, which looks painful. … while generating a healing potion in the palm.

Then he put his hand from the top of his clothes with his left hand and waved his arm at the man sitting outside the cage.

"It hurts. It hurts. Fly!"

"Yikes!"

And up, man screaming.

"Fly away!"

"Bye!"

"Fly away. Yeah!

"Ghaaaa!

The man rose out of his chair, changed his blood phase and yelled at me.

"Oh, my God, what the hell did you do!

Heh, I'm surprised. I'm surprised.

What, I just produced a little medicine on the body surface that strongly stimulates pain.

"Huh? No, nothing? This kid's in pain, so I'm just stroking him and cursing him (seriously) to distract him? Look, like this.

It hurts. It hurts. Fly! "

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

With that said, a man holding a sword pattern.

And I smiled gently at him.

"Is that okay? 'Sword tip, fly away ~!' I also have a spell...... When you cast that curse, you just give it to the person who stuck out his sword..."

"Gi......, gi aaaah!

Oh, I got away.

"It doesn't hurt..."

A girl was looking up at me with a decent face.

And a smile floated around.

Yeah, yeah, for a girl, it's best to smile, after all.

"What the fuck!

It was the man who seemed to be the leader of the kidnapping regiment who opened the door and came in.

Not the four people who kidnapped me, but the ones who waited here, around thirty, looking serious for the price, normal people.

Well, even yakuza and gangs, it's only the bottom end that gets rough or pimply, because the people up there seem seemingly normal, and they act pretty normal outside of work.

Well, that's right. You don't cancer your wife's mom friend or cut your mentch to your daughter's friend, no matter how many thugs.

However, eye-catching is sharp,... let's not talk about eye-catching. Maybe because you don't want me to tell you. Damn.

The only person who has been in this room is the leader, one. The guy on the lookout earlier, he didn't follow me scared.

"Huh? No, nothing? He was asleep. The watchman suddenly freaked out and jumped out of the room..."

I held my hands gently, matched them in front of my mouth, and said so. It is a so-called first-daughter pose. I wanted to try it once. Of course, when you don't know anyone. Otherwise, you'll be spooked or laughed at. "It doesn't look good," he said, "it's creepy."

... Shut up!

"Damn, that idiot, go to sleep..."

That said, the leader's man left the room again.

Yeah, yeah, in the other room, rubbing it on your own.

"Is everybody hurt or something?

The other two, besides the girl, who still fits perfectly in my arms, sifted and shook her head.

"You don't have to worry about it. One of these days, because help is coming."

"... help?

A girl about ten asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah. Well, until then, let's just wait and relax.

Oh, you want to play some kind of game? It's easy to play, you'll see!

If you care about that, it's not that hard to call for help.

Over this building, Roland and Francette will soon notice if we set off an explosion, like we did in that battle, or if we produce a golden, brilliant column of clouds.

But it's too early to do that.

Because the masterminds haven't appeared yet.

The Beautiful Girl Kidnapper... I can't take the letter 'Beautiful Girl' off here, I don't think that 'Beautiful Girl Kidnapper' is the only five relatively young men here right now.

No, these five may be the only executioners, but maybe these guys are the only ones lacking actors to transport the kidnapped girls, find a place to sell them, and secure a transmission (one) hand to transport them out of Selinas here, the castle city. A merchant, a powerful man, a criminal organization, a buck, or a mastermind. That's the classic of time play. No doubt about it!