I Shall Survive Using Potions!

Shit!

From left to right, each one grabs Layette's shoulder and tries to lift Layette.

And Layette's neck goes around......

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"Ghaaaaaaaa!!"

He couldn't stand this, either, the man who endured the pebble's direct blow without leaking his voice.

Layette, she's only six years old, but her jaw (chin) is pretty strong.

And the teeth are small.

If the diameter of the teeth is half, the area is a quarter. … that is, sharp. And there, all power will be added.

Moreover, Layette has a fairly developed maxillary canine tooth (if done).

The difference in power between being stomped on the heel of a normal shoe and being stomped on a pin heel has already been proven (Combat Proof) by the neck of Fransette.

"How come you have such a wide range of motion around your neck! Wolf!

A man who wasn't bitten says so as if he was frightened, but if he was bitten, it wasn't the other way around.

"Chi, I can cut a thousand! They'll chop you up! Here, let go, let go!

But when you push your body away or grab your head and pull, all that power remains, a force to eat and chop a thousand pieces of the flesh of your own arm. So the guy changed his way and hit Layette.

"Come on, they told you not to hurt him!

"Ugh, if you keep those instructions and waste one arm, who's going to take responsibility for it! Is that you? You give out about a thousand gold coins and even say you'll take care of me for the rest of my life!!

With that said, I can't say anything more. Indeed, as it is, I am disappointed to be eaten a thousand pieces of meat off my arm, and there is no chance that my arm will become useless if I do poorly.

Because it is true (Ma) -pei (Pilla) that I can also be held accountable, I just look over my shoulders. I'm glad I wasn't the one who got bit, thinking......

Even if a man punches you in the face, and in the stomach, you never try to let go of your bitten mouth, Layette.

And the man who had been scorched, cut, pulled the dagger out of his hips with his left hand.

"Oh, hey, stop..."

Another man who scorched tried to stop him, but his left arm swung up regardless.

Exactly, it seems that he intends to beat (oops) with the pattern head, not the blade part, but if he is beaten thoughtfully with such a thing, he will easily smash and scatter, be it the skull or the ribs, such as the body of a toddler.

And the man's left arm swung down thoughtfully,... cutting the sky.

"... Huh? Is that it..."

Left arm swung down intact without touching the toddler's body.

The man, who did not know why and confirmed his left arm, was able to know and convinced at a glance why.

Yes, my left arm was completely cut off from my elbow, and there was nothing.

If this is the case, there is no wonder you can swing it down without touching the body of the toddler girl.

... Convinced. It was a perfectly convincing reason.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!"

"... what are you doing?

The man who senses the anomaly and shakes off Layette, who releases her mouth, grabs her left elbow and cries out.

Another man who hastily jumped back and pulled out his dagger.

And one girl, with a sword that bounces blood paste due to ultra-fast vibrations and doesn't even have a trace of slight bloodstaining.

"... what the hell are you doing..."

Smiling (cheeky), a girl in knightly gear.

... but those eyes weren't laughing at all.

What brings a crop laugh and rises from its entire body. That's......

Anger. Hate. And also anger.

Comrades. Yes, the anger that hurt comrades serving the goddess.

Anger that hurt an infantile young girl.

Regret, self-loathing and... and anger at the fact that I have caused this to happen because of my stupid own alarm.

Fear and anger for betraying the trust of the goddess and failing to fulfill her divine life.

Anger, anger, anger, anger, anger......

Duh!

... meow

Without even touching the dagger, the belly of the sword plunged into the side of the man.

Definitely broke and smashed, and the fragment would have eaten into his gut, man's ribs.

And he fell down, couldn't even speak, just a guy who leaks the air sound of Kohi-ku, Kohi-ku.

Francette approached the man who was crying, leaving the fallen man alone and still grabbing his left arm, which was missing a tip from his elbow, and kicked the man down. And......

Should! Bucky! Me!

Both knees and right arm to be trampled.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!"

The fallen men, instead of getting up or running, are unlikely to even crawl. After confirming that, Fransette took from the nostalgia something like a small test tube made of metal.

"Layette, it's a caor-like potion, drink it!

But Layette, sifting, shook her face sideways.

"Let everyone drink! Because I'm all right!

For Francette, the first priority goal to protect was Layette, the second priority was Layette, and the third priority was Layette. Stranger orphans, etc., are only about 'help if your hands are free, or if Caorle cares'.

Fransette, whatever her current appearance, is in the second half of Alasser, quite dry and cynical......, no, she will just be true to orders, probably.

But it's Rayette's hope, which is a priority goal, and I've carefully observed that Rayette isn't so pale, she's breathing steady, and the conversation is normal. In other words, there were no signs of serious conditions, such as broken bones damaging vital organs or thick blood vessels, and there seemed to be no immediate fear of life.

And some of the children, who were beaten and kicked over by the men, don't even move. Visceral rupture or serious dysfunction may not be possible.

Also, if anything were to happen to the children, Layette would think it was her fault, her heart would be broken and she would bear a heavy burden that would last a lifetime.

Fransette must protect Layette's body, of course, but her 'heart' is also included among the subjects to be protected. It was only natural for Fransette to think so.

And Francette whistled her fingers toward a different tree than she was lurking in.

Yikes, Yikes!

Then one crow, which had stopped at the branch of that tree, flew in and drew a circle over the head of the francette.

Towards that crow, the crow flew away towards the center of the city as Francet showed a large batten with both arms.

... Yes, that was the messenger Caorle was putting on the francette in case, and the crow kept about three simple signals in mind.

After confirming that the crow was flying away, Francette snorted toward Layette and looked at it, probably quite sore on her battered face, stomach, and jaw and teeth that were biting off full of force, but she was desperate to endure it, Layette trying to put on a smile that she couldn't overshadow.

And Fransette turns her back on Layette and heads towards the kids, pretending not to notice that.

Fransette opened the lid of a small metal container with potion and poured it into it as she hugged the boy who seemed to be unconscious and grabbed her mouth with her fingers.

And then he held the conscious but obviously seriously injured girl as well, took the other potion container and opened the lid and gently pressed it against its mouth.

"It's medicine, take it!

Though not sure, the young girl drank the potion as badly as she was told, deciding that Francette was not the enemy.

"... it doesn't hurt..."

"Duh, why..."

I don't know why, they look decent, two kids who drank potions.

There are four more children who rolled into the river plain, but only two emergency potions had been given to them by Caorle. There's nothing more Francette can do.

"Reuce, give me something to chop and tie! I'll get the water!

"Finally, look for a haemostasis!

"Okay!

And the two children who returned to me ran out.

... the orphan children seemed more useful than Francet...