I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"What, you don't think he's here anymore?

When Fernan, Prince of the Kingdom of Blancott, finally arrived in Lithenia, the king capital of the neighbouring kingdom of Yugoslavia, visited The Atelier of the Layette, it had already become an empty store there.

When they were astonished to ask the servants around the neighborhood, they replied, "Your servants have traveled to fulfill their next mission."

Tribute to the King, even though it came in the name of, it was a Fernan line that did not go straight to the Royal Palace towards the 'Atelier of the Layette', but for the first time here, it was decided to head to the Royal Palace.

Of course, it was for gathering information about the caorle.

"What, you're not in this country anymore?

No, Fernan asked about Caorle.

Extremely disrespectful, but the king of this country was a warm figure, and he appropriately dealt with me with a bitter laugh about how he somehow guessed the situation from Fernan's appearance.

The accompanying Fabio and Alan are desperately bowing their heads behind Fernan. If you do poorly, it can be a diplomatic issue, so it is really desperate. It was fortunate that the king was a good man.

Fernan isn't stupid, either. If it were normal, I would never do this kind of imitation. Fabio wasn't worried about seeing anything, but he was just out of control. Thanks, when it came to caorle, reason seemed to fly.

Alan twisted Fernan's ass from behind, and Fernan, who returned it to me, made a proper verbal salute afterwards, but I didn't forget to ask him about Caorle again afterwards.

"Really, reluctant to get noisy, don't go back to the king's capital, keep going east..."

"Hmm. It would be a great shame to think that if something like that hadn't happened, you might have been able to live in our country all the time. But it's arrogance to say that while saving and wearing the crisis in the country.

Your servant has saved our country and traveled for his next duty. I can only thank you for that... "

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The king said to his young and immature neighbor, Prince Wang, 'Don't be too obsessed with your messenger. I meant to tell you that no matter how royal you are, sometimes you shouldn't try to do what you want,' but I laughed bitterly again when I saw that it was apparently not conveyed at all.

And Fabio and Alan, who had guessed its intentions, were always full of Fernan, who, though normal, suddenly became an idiot when it came to talking about caorle.

And when Fernan and the others attempted to exit by expressing their thanks, the king called Fernan to rest.

"When you get back to your country, can you ask your father (Chigimi) for a message?

"Yes, of course. What can I tell you?

To Fernan, who undertook the favor, the king communicated the contents of the message.

"Uhm. 'If you want me to forget my son's disrespect, give him half the secret wine I was proud of before this,'. Tell him so."

"Huh..."

With that said, Fernan realized once again that his disrespect in this tribute visit, and the fact that the tribute visit itself was for gathering information on Caorle, made his face bright red.

"Also, sorry! Please forgive me for this disrespect..."

To Fernan, desperately bowing his head, the king shook his right hand laughing.

"Good, don't worry about it......, why don't you say. Look, if this is another country, it could have been important or overwhelming.... For him, taking half of his prized wine might be a challenge because it's important enough.

Anyway, be more aware of your position and think about what you always carry on its back. Otherwise, one day you'll lose something much more important than your father's secret wine. I don't know if that was the honor, the life of the people, or something else...

Mind you, Prince of King Blancott! And don't forget to tell him about the wine!

... the good story was ruined in the last word.

And the Fernans took their room to the best inn in the king's capital. Of course, it was booked in advance. Since this is a tribute visit, I wasn't staying at the Royal Palace because it wasn't a national guest.

"What are you going to do, Fernan"

"... there's nothing I can do. Even now heading east, Caorle would already be out of the country.

Since we were talking about a proper visit to this country, it wasn't strange to decide that 'I happen to have a conversation with an old man I met and return home with', but it would be bad if someone from that country found out that I was going into another country without any news, acting suspiciously, taking a woman home... "

"Oh, you had some decent thinking skills left. I'm relieved."

"You..."

Fernan with a slightly murky face to Fabio's words like reassurance. But I couldn't be too angry because of my earlier breakdown in the royal palace.

"So do you want to go back to the country…"

Of course, the Fernans didn't just come to pay tribute visits by friendly threesomes. It is a great place to bring your companions and your escorts. If you need help, you'll be annoyed not only by the people you work with, but also by the large number of people who usually do business with them missing.

Even so, it was impossible for me to pass through. I just couldn't lay any more of my own.

"I don't have a choice..."

Fernan, who said so, was called from the side.

"... I'll go"

"" Huh?

Fernan and Fabio's voices overlapped.

"Alan? You, what..."

"It's lame that Fernan wanders around without prior rooting. In the first place, it's too conspicuous to have escorts with the escorts, and the patience of the three of us alone is a somewhat interesting and fascinating idea, but it just won't be tolerated. At least if you're the third prince or something, choose to choose, because you're the king's prince..."

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With a slightly remorseful face, Fernan remains silent.

"There, there. I'm gonna keep wanting the name of the number one child who doesn't look like a nobleman, this me, this guy who's got his pussy slapped with 'Hunter or Mercenary Only', let's go after him alone.

When Fernand returns home, he formally documents that he ordered me to follow up on your client and give it to my old man. That way, I will be on a special assignment for Prince Wang, and I can act as a major player in formal work.

And I'm just a nobleman's younger brother. I'd travel to another country without touching anything, but there's nothing wrong with that. What do you say, good idea?

"Alan, you..."

"" You just want to make a journey that sounds interesting to you!

Fernan and Fabio shouted so with their voices together.

Furthermore, Fabio hung up the pursuit.

"And you, finding Caorle, you won't be willing to come home! You'll be thinking about sticking around and traveling with me, push me to take care of Fernan!!

Ugh, and Alan lets sweat around the comet, and obviously goes out of sight.

And who's troublesome, Fernan?

On that day, the three rooms were noisy late, but there was no one to blame or yell at them...

When Fernan and the others woke up the next morning, there was no sign of Alan. And there's one left letter...

"Official document to Oyaji, I asked for it. I got the rest!

"" They did it. Awwww!!

And as he snuck out of the inn late at night, Alan rode a horse he pulled himself out of the inn stables (Umaya) and was going down the street in a spirit. Of course, it is a street heading east from Wang Du.

When we left, there was only starlight, but we were not in such a hurry that it was possible to go down the street if very slowly. It's not like the Fernans are coming after us anyway, we just need to have enough distance by morning to think we were 'totally escaped', so until nightfall and it was bright, we let him walk slowly with Pokémon.

After this, we pass through the village that Caorle saved and continue further east to the neighbouring country.

From the behavioral patterns of the caorle so far, it is plausible that they are staying appropriately everywhere, rather than rushing ahead. So you don't have to hurry.

In a city of some size or more, it was an easy job to go around the inn, the pharmacy and the lunchbox shop, just to ask if there were any suspicious rumors. Caorle always leaves traces to the point where he just doesn't think he's willing to hide them.

No, really, maybe you're not willing to hide it. Because I'm just helping people as they travel, and I'm not running away from anyone or hiding.

Apparently, I have a feeling I'm going to be able to say goodbye to boring days for a while. I think so, Alan in a good mood.

And Alan moves on as he sings his nose. It passes through the eastern village and continues straight east at the junction with the streets extending north and south towards the border with the inland, eastern countries….