Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~

We left the Adventurer Guild. We shopped and then came back to the Healer Guild, but never got attacked today.

The healers and Nahlia were working together to start preparing dinner, whether the magic props were interesting or because they were free of time now.

"I'm back now. Are you guys making dinner today?

Mr. Jold replies on behalf of me when I hear him laughing.

"Yep. Because we have nothing to do at present once the restorative magic study group is over. And this recipe collection, it's amazing. It even belonged to my hometown."

The other healers get just as excited when they laugh happily.

And Naria was snorting, too, but with Lionel behind her, don't pry. I'll cut this story off.

"Then I'll take care of the dishes for today. Tomorrow, all healers will go with me to the Adventurers Guild. Oh, I won't fight you. Heal only tomorrow for free to let you know the healer's restorative magic. Rest assured that this has also been consulted with the Pope"

Go to the Adventurer Alliance. As soon as I emitted this, it seemed to draw blood from everyone's face.

So I uttered a word of denial that I would not fight immediately. Then he gave me a ho look somewhere and started listening, but I felt sad that he caught a little glimpse of what I was being thought.

"We'll have lunch tomorrow before we go out. Mr. Piazza will have the guild take command of the remaining criminal slaves tomorrow. Then call me when dinner is ready, as I'm a little underground."

Lord Luciel, I understand.

Everyone laughed and imitated it when Mr. Jold posed for a salute with his hands on his chest.

While I thought it was a good trend for Mr. Jold to create this atmosphere, I also saluted and decided to go down to the laughing basement.

Ketty said she wanted to talk to Naria, so she stayed on the ground floor, and there's only Lionel next door.

"... this is the basement, right?

Lionel wasn't surprised this morning when I squealed like that. Lionel was just as surprised.

"... was, will it be?

Lionel, who thought it was a calm settling, also just ate his face, and I don't feel like he understands everything as usual.

That would be so. Who the hell thinks we can create this kind of pseudospace in a matter of hours?

Until this morning, the first basement floor had high ceilings, demonic stones and adjusted brightness, a bright space in the labyrinth of trials.

There was a small field there, which should have been an easy exercise space for the follenoirs to walk in.

However, the current first basement floor, with the ceiling empty and up to the sun, occasionally blows even further into the wind.

The fields are as fuzzy as they were plowed in a tiller, and there is even a fence to prevent the Forenoirs from entering.

And where the follenoirs were walking, they turned into ranches, and the follenoirs seemed to be spending time with non-billies.

"Can this happen in real life? Can you create this in people's hands more than that?

"Thanks to the master. The level of magician and skill level of magic craftsmanship has increased."

It was Paula, not Lionel, who answered the whine.

"I don't know if it's happening. What, Paula can create a pseudospace?

"I still can't use spatial expansion without raising two more ranks"

He's shaking his head to the side, but isn't this kid broken? When Doran showed up there, his grandson began to boast.

"Whoa! You're back, Lord Luciel, Lionel. Well, all levels of reinforcement are complete. And then there's the fun m... I'm going to make something useful for everyone"

This Dwarf, I tried to call it a complete hobby. Paula offered me a hand when I was scared.

"Hmm? Paula, what is it?

Demon Stone, please.

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".................." (Chira)

When I saw Doran, Doran slipped away from me.

"You don't have any more? I gave it all to Dolan, and I told him there was no more."

Paula said a word to Doran as she heard it slowly about to cry.

"... Grandpa's Lie Spit"

"Guha!"

Mental damage to Doran is devastating.

"I had no choice. Because Lord Luciel wishes to make the Healer Guild safe, it took all that amount of Demon Stones to tie the line across the Guild. You know that, Paula."

"My grandfather said he had a stone full of demons."

"It's..."

I ask Lionel in the beginning of the conversation.

"How much level are these two?

"... as a blacksmith, a magician, superior and close to it. Mr. Doran is one-handed, Paula is young, but his technical skills are good enough with both hands."

... maybe you should ask.

"Will Naria be as strong as Lionel or Ketty, or as skilled as Doran or Paula?

"Naria has no taste in combat technology or magic."

I guess.

"… just be sensitive to signs, block your signs and magic, and teach manners"

Normal... isn't it? Is that it? They're all not normal, are they? Or is this common?

"Lord Luciel, I will fetch the Demon Stone, so follow me, or I will order you to fetch the Demon Stone"

Doran started crying at me. When I saw it, Paula was swelling her cheeks and putting her arms together. It's easy to understand you're angry...

"No. I'll give you this instead. Write what you want to make on this and inflate your image. And talk to me about what I'm going to make. The Demon Stone is at your disposal for the time being."

"Oh, no."

Doran dropped his shoulder powerless, and Paula, who had been a bulge until just now, had also turned into a flashy look.

Paula doesn't seem like a child with a scarce expression.

I gave them parchment, ink and pen with that in mind.

"Please write and submit or explain exactly what you want to make to this and its effects and performance. I'll take care of the demon stones once I hire them."

Then they went down to the third basement immediately after receiving parchment and thanking me.

"Looking at those two, I'm starting to feel like I can work hard tomorrow..."

I'll take care of the escort.

"Please…"

I was hoping that tomorrow's demonstration at the Adventurer's Guild would be a success, with purifying magic on the Forenoirs.

Dinner was better that day than usual.

I naturally never thought about that, and decided to be taught next time, that my competitor would be so profound in the flavor that Naria would be at the centre.

The security at night would be for Lionel and Ketty to split the criminal slaves in half into defenses, and after I contacted the Pope, I did my magic workouts as usual before going to bed.

After I woke up in the morning and trained in stretching and magic manipulation, I went to the kitchen and Naria called me when I left the ingredients.

Good morning, Master.

"Morning. I asked for the kitchen from today. I'm going to train a little in the basement."

"I'm in awe"

When I bowed politely and was dropped off and went to the basement fourth floor...... I already had an anchor.

"Good morning, Lionel!

"I've been waiting"

Yes, Lionel laughed nicely. He was equipped with a great sword on his right hand and a great shield on his left.

"... how did you know I was coming to training?

"When people get used to it, it's something that makes them sick if they don't do what's become of it."

"So?"

"As promised, Lord Luciel, let me train you."

That's what he says and laughs at, but I'm sure it's not true.

"... if you don't tell the truth, I'll just run alone"

Then he clapped his shoulders and spoke out.

"Making sure you don't have a dull sense of battle. I've heard stories about powerful healers who would resurrect me if I didn't inflict a fatal wound, and I envied them."

From who? From where? With that in mind, you read that. Lionel raised one name.

"Brod the Whirlwind... he and I killed each other once in the arena about twenty years ago (and it happened), and we both ended up falling down and being draws, but from there we became friends who occasionally exchanged letters"

Master Brodo!? Aren't you completely like me! After all, has the battle freak been confirmed?

"... because I'm a healer... be careful it's really easy to die"

"I have some important business to do today. Let's work it out."

"Okay. I'll run before then."

I ran as Lionel watched, played flexible gymnastics and got ready.

I had only a bad feeling relative to Lionel, but after stretching the barrier with all my might, I decided to leave myself to the flow.

If you compare Master Brodo to Lionel, it's skill and power.

Master Brodo is out of precise swords, tricks, and dodging abilities.

Lionel has a sharp sword and a shield of iron walls that he cuts off with one blow.

The two Ime-ji are leopards and bears.

I didn't see any running lights in today's training.

Only once, I was nostalgic to see Lionel, who tore my left arm apart from every shield, looked rather hasty, thinking the rush was similar to that of instructor Brodo.

But I strongly prayed that this mock fight would not become routine, and I kept screaming in my heart for you to come and call me "Breakfast is ready" as soon as possible.