I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"What is it?

To me asking that, the lord stretched his spine, tightened his face and said to Roland, not me.

"I would definitely like to invite you to the Lordship's residence. Can't you wish me enough?

Lord, even though it was a lot of talking earlier, I feel like I've suddenly become polite.

Well, the Earl's, I named him, but this one is only his child, and the lord with the title, is far superior. Besides, this is the other realm. I'm not a messenger here to pay a respectful visit, so I can't help but be looked at from above by the much younger.

Besides, the healing of the kidnappers and guards that could be their own fatal injuries, and the appearance of the goddess, and the fact that they couldn't afford to pay very detailed attention to the continuation of a major incident, you know, about Layette, who would have been better for us when we met for the first time.

That such a lord has suddenly become a polite speaker.

Yes, that means there's a reason you have to. Mostly, it's a favor.

One way to deal with it, it can be fatal, it can be an opportunity, a delicate thing.

A beautiful girl of nobility from another country, who was a party to the incident and whom the goddess immediately helped, who was present at the goddess manifestation and conversed with the goddess.

Yeah, it's 'Beautiful Girl'. The kidnappers are proving it to me. Never, it's not abbreviated as' Women with Less Beauty '!

Well, I'd like to use it well. It could be used for some kind of trump card...

Roland sees me, so I had no choice, and I answered again.

"No, I'll hurry ahead...... Besides, I only met the goddess for a few moments. I've already told you everything the goddess said..."

It was only natural for me to speak at the scene about the kidnapping and the goddess. But when it came to everyone's upcoming actions, the Lords, who naturally thought Roland would have the power to make decisions, were obviously eye-opening when they saw Roland give me the lead in the conversation.

All right, do you want me to stab the nail so you don't think about ignoring what I say and persuading Roland, etc.

"Oh, I'm the one of us with the final say, right? My father (Tosa) has asked me to play the role of patron, and for a long time, my brother (Tosa) can't resist me. Ho ho..."

We all decided that was the setting, but Roland pointing his mouth in disgust.

And a lord with a surprised but somehow perceived face.

Yeah, I guess that's never a rare story because noble men hear you often drown your sister.

"No, don't say that... I still want to hear about the kidnapping group, and I want to check again about the Goddess's words.

Besides, are we going to be traveling around our country? I can tell you a lot about my country... "

Give the eating lord a blow I've prepared for this to happen.

"No, while I was waiting for your lord, I was free, so I wrote down everything you said from the goddess and about the kidnapping group. Here you go.

Besides, if I taught you all about this country at once, you'd lose the pleasure of traveling. Because we want to take the time to experience and learn it for ourselves. Otherwise, you won't even learn. "

That's what I said, I offered you a few sheets of paper.

Of course, paper and writing fixtures are always available in bulk in the item box.

Oh, I wrote it down properly as a goddess instruction so that there would not be too much fear of criminal repossession, unscrupulous torture, coercion to confess, or punishment for the innocent. Otherwise, it's going to be hell.

"Huh..."

Lord with his pompous mouth as he recieved the paper I pressed reflexively.

"Now if you'll excuse me!

That being said, I later rode Ed, who was holding Layette and putting her on standby right on the side, after a lord who still couldn't think of the next cut back and couldn't hang the word of restraint.

Ed gave me a proper distraction and lowered my posture, so putting Layette on first and then myself on it allowed me to break through the difficulty safely.

"Hi Yo, Silver!

That's it again! So, where's the horse!

By way of example, Ed complains uncomfortably.

Exactly, don't you say "which horsebone"......

And contrary to my hanging voice, Ed slowly walked out.

That's right. Even if I'm alone, if I get run too fast, I could fall off horseback, because now, presumably for the first time, Layette is riding without gear for horseback riding.

And if I leave, there's no way the Francets will stay on the spot. All of them, hurried on horseback, followed me.

"Oh, wait..."

A rushed lord tried to hold him back, but it was too late.

"Well, good luck in capturing and punishing the kidnappers and those involved! But please be careful not to offend the goddess!"

Looking back and shouting like that, some sort of rushed lord was giving instructions to yell at the mundane and the people under his command.

I don't know what to do with us. That's too risky.

Nobles in other countries, but also those who seem to be tracing sons and daughters who seem to be drowned by their families.

And one of the four girls who helped until the goddess purposefully manifested herself, apparently not interested in the fate of every human being. If anything happens, I'm scared. It would be too scary.

"Caorle, why are you doing this? If we were to name the goddess anyway, it would have been easy if Caorle had told us that you were using her from the beginning..."

That's what Francette asked me when I was a little away from the city gate.

Francette seems to have made my name 'Caorle' after all the transitions. Unlike Emile and the others, they couldn't really tolerate call-ups. Well, it's normal to call it that against my fiancée's sister, so that's the decision. Mine, depending on the mood at that time, is "francette" or omitted to be "franc".

Well, I don't mind calling you names, but I can't get the content of that question.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Ah..."

Francette seems to want others to worship me too, and although she never talks about me being a goddess herself, she tends to promote me as a "messenger". But it just seems that I didn't think that would be a good idea at the moment.

... I guess it's time.

"Ed, I need a favor..."

'What is it, suddenly changed... Miss is my benefactor, I'll listen to anything you have to say!

"Thanks! Actually, I'd like Ed to pull the carriage..."

"Heh, I'm kidding. Ahhh!!"

Ed, furious.

... you're talking differently!

"Oh, I'm the right passenger! That, too, is a flourishing combat horse! And those are the elites who grew up on a ranch dedicated to raising royal horses.

Well, treat it like a carriage horse... No matter how many ladies say it, I can't forgive you for all that!

I'm seriously mad at you... Your wife and daughter also look unpleasant. Was this so important to the horse......

I wonder, fighter pilots and transporter pilots, perceptions like that? Both, I think, are equally important and important jobs......

Oh, but Roland and Francet's horse have nothing to do with it, do they?

"The Rolands' horses don't matter, do they?

'Huh?'

"Ed's the only one who can pull the carriage, right?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Ed, stunned.

"Oh, just me? I'm the only one who's gonna be a carriage horse and pull a carriage with just one?

Horses with Roland and Francette on board also look at Ed with pitiful eyes.

"So, but anyway, I thought it might be hard for Layette..."

"Ugh..."

Yes, a long journey on horseback was hard for a young six-year-old girl.

It is not that there is a sophisticated saddle like the modern earth, instead of a saddle, it is just hanging a covering cloth on the back of the horse, putting a cushion on it and stopping it with strings and belts so that it does not fall. That, too, is just my share of strings and belts, and Layette is just about as huggable as I am. There is a considerable risk of falling horses on the brink of something.

Plus, on the buttocks, hips, and groin, they come pretty good. Until you get used to it, it's a vibration, and your stomach is feeling strange.

Even I, without doping by potion, am still a little used to being pretty tough.

In an effort to get used to it quickly, Ed, who is also being heard my weak voice and crying when I am enduring without potion, just came to the thought that it might be cruel to a young girl.

'But...'

The only way to convince reluctant Ed is to get the real thing out and gobble it.

"Guys, pause. No!"

Now, how do we convince Ed...