Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

I have vague memories back and forth, but my current location is empty.

"... ahhh!

I get in a hurry and jittery, but if I wrap up "Legs of the Forest Wolf," I can scaffold an empty sky with nothing. Until now it has been a feeling of continuous treading, but it is no different from what it normally feels like to stand now if you have increased your level of practice. It doesn't even feel like floating... it's a unique feeling to be standing in a place where there's nothing.

I see a shattered stuffing under my eyes. Almost more ground, but this place is too expensive for me.

"Nevertheless... why are you in such a place..."

For a moment, you would have definitely passed out. But what happened to being in the sky like this? I'll calm down and think about it....... but only that I was flown by Daniela's tornado. Later, Eve's unleashed composite attribute magic may have worked somehow. Rising airflow... I don't know how it works.

I will check my condition again, but there are no particular anomalies. I just said the boulder is a dragon breed gear... to be honest, I was anxious it would be a mess. Again, wind protection seems to be provided, and its efficacy is eye-catching.

Various situations could be judged. And the most important thing now is Daniela's cheap or not. If you make it out of here safely, nothing's wrong. However, he may be suffering from a slight lack of magic because he was instilling more magic than expected. Well, then, it's a flurry. Look down from above and cross the river with your feet if you can retrieve it. Blah, blah. I could have crossed it with these legs, but I wanted to follow the rules as best I could. If I needed to pay the rent, I'd pay it right, and if I had an ID check, I was ready to answer without covering it up.

Even if it's easy to cross with these legs, there's a problem that follows. We're the ones in trouble when they say we need a proper proof that we crossed the river. Especially since Daniela and I were going to cross the river without having to talk about it. I can't help it because it's like this...

"An honest man sees an idiot, or..."

With indescribable feelings, I loosened the wind of silver and fell to the ground.

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"Find him! He should still be around here!

I can hear the footsteps of guards running around in the distance. I want to spend some time hiding here, but I can't even say that.

"What are you, where did you come from?!?

"I'm sorry...... I'm lost. I'll be out in a minute."

"Lost...? Doesn't look like it."

Was it someone from this town who was behind the door who rushed in with a heavy body? Good people in this town, or people behind it? I can't tell, but for now, being here annoys him, and we have to leave soon. But it doesn't work as well as my body thinks. Tiredness due to lack of magic doesn't lift my legs.

"You look pale. Are you okay?"

"It's okay...... it'll get better as soon as you rest somewhere. You interrupted..."

I manage to lift my trembling arm and hang my hand on the door knob. If you keep twisting, the door opens, but the twisting force can hardly come out.

"Well, wait, if you want to rest, you can rest here"

"No, but..."

"Never mind. I don't know what to do with you."

The man holds a cup, twists the tap faucet and fills the inside with water. He handed it to me and let me drink it slowly as I supported him. The sensation of cold water passing through my throat caused me to exhale unexpectedly. Some body control returns. Stand up slowly as you return the cup in your hand.

"Thanks...... thanks for the help"

"You won't be well yet. Slow down a little bit."

But the man who helped me lent me his shoulder and carried me to a nearby chair. Is it a manifestation of his conscience not to carry him to bed?

"I'll take care of you... I'm Daniela. I want to know your name."

"I'm not as good as a name. Well, if you name it, I'm Vent. Nice to meet you, Mr. Daniela."

"Oh, I'm sorry... Vent"

I have to leave this town soon, but I still don't hear what my body has to say. Moving is about a hand. I'm worried about the rabbit, and I'm worried about Eve. It's also itchy to have to rest your body without knowing what the situation is. I get all the rush, but there's nothing I can do.

That's how Ji stared at the table and focused on recovery, when a plate was offered in front of him. On top of that are two beautiful yellow circles. White to surround it. It's an eyeball grill. Next to the grilled rabbit, there were three of my favorite bacons on it.

When I raise my face, the bread is offered to the no push. On the side is the water poured into the glass.

"You'd be hungry. That's why I can't help you."

"No, I..."

"Shut up and eat. Because it's not poisoned."

That's what I say and laugh at you funny, Vent. Grab the placed fork and gently poke it into the bacon. After I brought it to my mouth, it didn't stop. In a moment, the speed was not as fast as it was during the full season, but there was nothing left on the plate to further the ground.

"Good eating. It was worth it."

"It was delicious... thanks. I even had a meal."

"Never mind. I just wanted to feed you."

He was a good fighter with a rabbit. It may be an overestimation from the synergy caused by overlapping hunger on fatigue, but it was so good by then. My body is slightly easier thanks to this. He seemed so tired that he didn't even realize it himself.

As it is, I want to take it to full health, but I'm really worried about the rabbit. I saw you get that tornado and jump over it. Flying to a height almost invisible, 'People fly so much' or something out of place, my body nevertheless rolled over to escape the collapsing building. The guard who was tied to the rabbit on that spot would bury the house alive. Suspicious if Eve is alive, too. I don't mind if you're dead.

Again, I think jizzily staring at the table, swinging 100 years, or... Long lived things make me think again.

Meeting Eve was a moon-night plain. I was in a state where no one could be trusted at the time. With the stress of the long journey and a rough heart, he was attacked by bandits where he was walking to the next town on a working basis.

It was Eve the Black Elf who led the bandit. I did not hesitate to give my men a blood festival and the demon got in the way where I tried to kill Eve as well. Handle the demon while watching Eve's hindsight, who was lucky enough to escape. Then he resumed his journey and arrived safely in the next town. I thought that was exactly what Eve was.

One day I found the ruins of an ancient elf in the woods. Discovery of a wandering statement, but untouched thanks to it. I dive into the ruins without caring who, and spend a week finding the controlled magic equipment. I found that to be a substitute demonic prop from the old literature I later found in the library.

Then some years later, I took up a caravan escort assignment. The escort members had some adventurers who were famous at the time, and they were talking to me about something, but it didn't seem like they were interested.

When the town was two days away, it was attacked by bandits. The battle while protecting the caravan was surprisingly cumbersome, and the battle was extremely intense while sheltering the guy who fled on his own.

In the meantime, I found a nostalgic face. It's Eve. When he finds me over there, he comes with his sword in his hand.

"You, long time no see!

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"You silent bastard as always...... today is the day I ask you to give me that sword and bow, the artifact of the dead tree!

This guy was discerning what my sword and bow were in that one fight. I don't know if that's the kind of unique skill or if you were asking me something. but it doesn't motivate me or anything. I had trouble dealing with them, but I waved my sword to protect myself.

But once again, I got in the way. I can still remember the fear I felt then.

The figure of Wyburn, who suddenly flew in with the storm in the dark night. That's enough sight to make me tremble.

Wyburn, who flew in to break me and Eve, snapped me away with his tail. I protected my body with my arms reflexively, but the sound of my bones breaking broke reached my ears.

Me being blown away. A substitute demonic prop falls zero out of its pocket and rolls in the opposite direction from me. Chasing that with my eyes, I thought, 'Don't let Wyburn kill you with that one and you won't be brought back to life once'. But it was meaningless if I hadn't worn it, and all that flying away had no effect, and I was just eaten without the art of exchange.

"Is that a substitute magic prop!?

I found it eye-catching. Eve raises her voice, but I can't afford to react to it. Wyburn seems more concerned about the caravan than about the two humans, and he doesn't seem to see us. Poke that gap and Eve reaches for a substitute magic prop.

At that time, Wyburn flapped his wings wide and jumped up. Stirred by that storm, I roll down the ground sheltering my broken arm. In the spinning scenery, Eve is grabbing the magic prop, but I see it, and my bowels almost boil back, but suddenly, the floating sensation envelops me.

"What...?

Fluffy floating body. There is no ground under it that has ever existed. I was thrown out into a cliff that I couldn't see in the dark.

Floating doesn't envelop me forever. Following gravity I fell to the bottom of the cliff. I couldn't even resist, and my parents' faces trampled by dragons passed behind my brain wondering if I was going to die here.

That's where my consciousness interrupts. The next thing I woke up was around a river in the woods. The bottom of that cliff was a river, and I was flushed, and they came all the way to this forest.

The equipment was clenched in my hand with a thin sword that kept me away and a bow on my back. Did you sharpen your protective gear in the river, it's worn out? One arm is broken, and it was hopelessness waiting for me to wake up safely this way.

Well, among other things, I managed to stay alive... but this is no longer another memory.

Anyway, that was my last time with Eve. I don't know what happened after that. Both about the caravan and the adventurers who have spoken to me. It could be in Wyburn's stomach amicably, or maybe he beat it brilliantly and had a good life. Though I have no reason to know now, nor am I willing to.

Above all, what matters now is the rabbit. If I hadn't passed out, the bondage of height on the rabbit would mean nothing. That silver wind should protect you from the rabbit.

When I think about the rabbit, I can't stay, whether I'm standing or not. I'm tempted to rush out right away, but my legs won't. Only haste fills my heart.