I Shall Survive Using Potions!

The next day, breakfast was made easy with the stuff I put out of the item box. After storing the two carriages, I left immediately.

I was relaxed because I couldn't help moving after dark, but if it gets brighter, I have to leave as soon as possible and find Lucy as soon as possible.

Later on, it will be true that I regret for the rest of my life, such as "ten minutes sooner..." or "if I leave quickly without drinking tea at that time..."

And when they thought it was time for the sun to fall, searching, tracking, and continuing between lunch and breaks...

"I'll call Lucy."

Huh?

Irie suddenly said that she thought Lucy's area of existence was close.

Well, I don't think the chasers are nearby, and even where they are, there's nothing wrong. Now, finding Lucy as soon as possible and securing her identity is our top priority.

Screaming your name won't make you hear it that far in the woods.

But the distance you can see a small child will be shorter.

Even if my throat is choked, I can handle it with potions. Then you'd better do it than not.

"Ah, yeah, okay. Please!"

Because the children's voices are more frequent... that's why everyone here hasn't changed much!

... if you think about it...

Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

It was a finger flute!

If this happens, I won't lose my throat, and it goes far beyond calling my name.

... well, even if I heard it, it would be helpful if Lucy knew it was an ally signal.

"... we have a special tempo for the way we play, so we know we're friends."

Meine whispered softly in my ear, wondering what I had in mind.

"Oh... oh..."

... so what is it, Omaera!!

Irie and Mine sometimes whistle their fingers as they move on. It seems that Fria is a little bad at whistling fingers, and she can't blow them, but it seems that she and I are in charge this time.

If Lucy's life is at stake, it's only natural that someone who can produce the maximum output should be in charge.

Many Japanese can whistle, but few can whistle with their fingers. It seems that most Americans can blow...

I knew it. Is that it? Because America is vast, do we need to signal when we get lost or someone else is acting differently?

Even in Japan, when you get attacked on the night road or get lost in mountain climbing or camping, you should spread your finger whistles...

That's how I whistled a few times...

Pyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

I felt like I heard a finger whistle with the same feeling.

"It's Lucy. That way of blowing is the" living, no problem "sign. The direction is that way, let's go!

"Oh... oh..."

So what is it, these guys!!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

As I was moving in the direction where I heard the reply's finger whistle, I heard an owl or some sort of night bird.

Close range.

…………

Have you decided on such a signal...?

Well, if you disguise yourself as the sound of a bird, can you reduce your chances of being noticed by the enemy?

Did he teach you something like a girl scout?

Speaking of which, does "girl scout" mean soliciting (scouting) a gifted girl? Or do you mean to train a girl as a scout?

... maybe not at all...

And sometimes when you're moving forward with a signal to correct the direction...

"Here!

There was a voice of a young girl in the jar.

"Lucy!"

"... Irie?

"Meine and Fria are here too!

"Thank God...."

You might have thought I was on your side with the signal... a fellow orphanage... but you know who you're dealing with, Lucy, and you're really relieved from the bottom of your heart.

Well, no matter how generous she is, a girl as young as seven years old was alone in the dangerous woods and about to spend the night, there's no way she wasn't careful.

And then there was the sound of stirring up the sagosato...

"Irie! Meine, Fria!

Then, a small figure jumped out of the jar and jumped into Ily.

"... let me wait!

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah, uhh... uhhhhh..."

Rest assured, I'm relieved. Lucy started crying.

... it's not impossible. You must have been so careful and desperate to endure it...

Of course, Irie and Mine were crying.

They must have struggled a lot since they were sold...

"So, who are the rescuers?

Huh?

Lucy's question after she stopped crying didn't make any sense for a moment, and she was gloomy.

"No, so what about adults? Irie and the others are supposed to send signals and show me how to act, right? Who are the guards' adults to protect them from monsters and beasts?

Ah...

Normally, that's what I think...

"I'm not here. Just us."

"Yeah? Yeah? Yeah, yeah, yeah?

Lucy's face stunned from the side to Meine with her mouth pinched.

"If a monster or an animal attacked you, or a chaser found you, your combat power will hardly change! In both cases, it just doesn't make the opponent happy with more prey!"

... yeah, Lucy, I know exactly what you're thinking...

What, that?

"Lucy, that leg...."

"Ah, I'm a little frustrated... After that, I was dragging it a little bit, rubbing it with a pointy rock..."

That said, Lucy's left foot was wrapped around her ankle and fixed, and it was wet with blood.

"Isn't the signal 'living, no problem'?

Lucy looked suspicious to me.

"... Irie, who is this girl?

I can't!

A seven-year-old said, "This child"...