Drop off without the skill of forming a misette that ran away, and I'm relieved.
You packed this.
Now, where do we start our new game after we're out of combat?
If you can kill me in a town execution yard or something, I can sneak back in the middle of the night and get away with it.
As I pondered and worked out my future operation, a voice was heard from Clay boy.
"Excuse me, Cleric, Mizette is always what it is..."
"No, never mind. I can't do anything I've done, and I can't help it. And you can call me Saito or Kenji."
"Ha, that's an unusual name"
From the people on this planet, it seems to be an unusual name.
But really, why did you suddenly get better?
Speaking of which, he also said his body would pop when he ate rice balls......
A peek at the chillies and clays reveals a slight puffiness on the cheeks where not only the disease had healed but it was also undernourished.
No way......
No, it's not...
"Still, you look much better"
"That's right. I kind of feel like I have a lot of strength in my body, and I'm doing better than I was before I got sick. Thank you so much, Kenji."
Yeah, if you get this far, I can tell by the boulder.
At a time when he was saying he was doing better than before he got sick, I generally guessed.
Maybe this is caused by rice balls.
That's not just rice balls, it's medicine, and so will water.
Probably, for the rest of the world, global food is a factor that makes it a doping item with magical effects.
Otherwise I can't explain it.
Cold medicine is a special effect on disease, and rice balls have been granted the effect of instant physical recovery.
I don't know why that happened, but it seems true that people from different worlds have such reactions.
"You can call me Kenji, Mr. Clay."
"Really? Then Kenzi should abandon me. [M] I guess I'd be happier."
No, you can't let this side call you off.
The chief of the ostensibly guild said something about being able to put me under asylum as a grandson, but I don't like the old man's head enough to pepper it.
On the face of it, I think I'll actually be a servant or something.
Well, that and this are stories I wish I could survive this.
While I laughed at Clay's suggestion, I heard about the Count and the aristocratic community, and there was a doozy and multiple footsteps approaching from the hallway.
Apparently Mizette brought her parents.
"Clay! Where's Clay!? I heard your illness has healed, but is it true!
"It's true, Dad. There's no more malaise anywhere, it's more like your body is full of strength"
Count Galleria Garhart, who appeared, magically lights the room and stuffs it in a rejuvenated clay.
There the Countess and Mizette, as well as several servants, went on to soften up.
I'm out of tension. Not in their eyes, totally out of mosquito nets.
Here all of a sudden, "This guy, what were you doing here!" or something like that and I have trouble getting attacked, so I appreciate this.
Probably because I'm talking about that toddler girl. I'm only telling her the fact that my brother's feeling better, not saying who treated her for the disease or anything.
"Oh, Clay, my sweet Clay. I heard you're feeling better from Mizette,... really good"
"I exaggerate, Mother. It was just a little, it was a long time to suffer. Don't worry about it."
The Countess weeps at her enlivened son, and her father, the Count, is also followed to heat her eyeballs.
Yeah, yeah, well, I think it was really good about being better.
Half the young girl forced me to, but it turned out good to treat her.
After that, I don't know what's gonna happen to me.
"But Clay, how did you get better all of a sudden? I don't care what Mizette tells me, I don't know what she's saying..."
"Father, I didn't lie to you! The weird one there cured your brother! He gave me some kind of weird cure or something."
"... hmm?
This is the Earl who notices and turns around, and the life of the character who will be the lightning in front of the wind.
I was wondering if you'd keep noticing, but apparently the lady isn't willing to miss me.
The servants also noticed me airing in the corner and surrounded this one to protect the Count.
I know Mizette has no offense whatsoever, but I want the air properly treated to be soaked, not in a way that sounds like the weird one has done something weird any more.
You think the way you put it changes your impression a lot.
"Thank you, Count, for your help in the evening."
"Why are you here?
That's a natural question.
But I don't care if they say so.
'Cause it's total force majeure to be here.
"No, that's to Miss Mizette..."
"Yes, Father! He said he could treat your brother, so I brought him to his room to see if it was true! I found this guy and I asked him, didn't I? Isn't that amazing? Phew."
Phew, what...
I'm trying to subtly make all the handles my own.
What a young girl, is this the blood of an aristocrat?
And the atmosphere of the Count, the Countess, and the servants becomes calm, with the room for praise and praise and a chest-stretched misette.
Apparently, Mizette's testimony now recognizes that I was brought here for force majeure.
Nice, young lady!
I'd do something so annoying, but so capable!
"Huh………, you mean……. I'm sorry, my daughter is good, but she's often too good to run wild... Please forgive me."
The Count slaps the bread and hands after saying so, lowering the servants.
Apparently, the misunderstanding was completely solved.
Good, now I don't have to log out to fix the character.
I didn't really want to go back to Japan where I was caught up in the pursuit of ceremonial gods because I was planning on hiding over here for a while to level up.
The Earl, who graciously embraced Mizette, who had not yet asked me to praise him, goes on to say:
"Though I was half-hearted at first about how much my father Wilson's introduction really allowed a child like this to treat his son's disease (or mai), that just seemed like my eyes were a milestone.... Thank you for helping my son, thank you. If there is any hope for reward, say what it is. Let's hope as much as we can."
That is how the Count expressed his gratitude and promised me a reward.
... but you don't have any particular requests, do you?
Um, yeah.
When I was worried, my father stroked me and gazed at me with a pleasant misette.
Ah, yabe.
I only have a bad feeling.
"You said you could get your father to fulfill his wish, but you didn't ask for anything. Hmm, I like you!
"No, that"
Hey, seriously.
"Father, I want this one! I want you to be my exclusive reward for treating your brother!
"Hmm...... No, hmm. I see..."
"Hehe, that sounds interesting, Mizette. That's a good idea."
Isn't that my reward, not the reward of this young lady?
I think so, but I couldn't say anything innocent in front of the Countess, who is unsurprisingly curious about the ride, and I watched what happened.