It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

"Yes, let it play from the ground up, imagining the original arm."

"I see. You're getting the hang of it."

Under Barastos' guidance, I was treating my lost arm. On the side, "Pale" and Mary are all there to see how it goes.

After depositing Komija at Toryn Castle, the expression of 'Pale', who saw the condition of my arms at Barastos' mansion, did look complicated. As soon as I woke up in Marea, I felt like I was about to cry because of myself. After all, as Lachra put it, should we avoid fighting in such a way that we accept to be wounded because we can heal?

"Are you sure you want to get back on track...?

"Rebuilding new flesh is not a proprietary patent for the Demons themselves. When you treat a wound, you can also regenerate the missing parts, right? If you know exactly how it works around here, you can do the same with normal people. But demonic bodies are magically easy to knit, so they can boast a higher regenerative ability than humans."

"Uh... I mean?

"Ordinary humans need a lot of time and skill to grow arms, but demonic bodies should be able to regenerate with the same difficulty as therapeutic magic. Ekdoyk will soon learn it."

I had also thought about regenerating the flesh when I was a human being, but I had given up getting it myself. If it were just the skin, it would still be very difficult to magically refine the flesh, muscles, and bones. But I can feel that it's possible to try to regenerate this body now. In fact, bones and meat can also be regenerated, and at this rate it won't take that long to fully heal.

"It's just more intense than I thought."

"Naturally. We're creating a new body with magic, and that material is supplied from your own flesh."

"That makes me a little nervous. I'm talking about where you're complementing lost body parts."

"Oh, if I told you that, your hair and nails would be stretched, too, right? Ekudoik is still a shallow day after becoming a Demon clan, so it drains heavily other than magic, but if you become completely familiar with the Demon clan's body, I think the construction of the body itself will be a form of heavy reliance on magic."

"Does that mean you can play enough as long as you have magic? I guess the awesomeness of Neil Lyates' regenerative power also comes from around there."

In the end, my own magic drained me too much, and today's treatment ended with regeneration to the wrist area. It will consume more magic in finger regeneration, which still requires a lot of wastage in the handling of magic.

"Now, suppose we go back to the work that our countrymen had asked us to do"

"E, Mr. Eckdoyk. Better get some rest today..."

"Yeah, he didn't tell you to do it right away, either, did he?

"Don't worry. My countrymen understand my wounds. It's more like a little attempt than a job"

The task entrusted to my compatriots, it was to let Comija and Smythos decide how to live in the future. He wants me to choose a path that I can't add to the next Serende offense, but that won't be hostile, if possible, beyond being in a position like a real man's. If my compatriots, who would otherwise have excelled in negotiating skills, would have done nothing wrong, but they gave it to me because it was an opportunity.

Unlike the other droppers, the two men with combat abilities are captured in an adjacent fashion in a sturdy cell in Castle Toryn. Komija wore a bracelet with a demonic sealing stone in both arms so that weapons could not be prepared from cloth fibers and the like, and Smythos had his poison hand sealed with multiple pieces of cloth.

"Are you okay now, Comija, if you're hurt?

"Ugh, yeah. It's okay... it was cut so beautifully that it stuck easily..."

"You can afford to worry about the enemy."

"S, Smythos......!

"It would be true. What are you doing here today? Information would have already thrown up. There's no point in hanging out with you any more."

Compared to the calming Comija, Smythos has been pointing his nerves for a long time. He seems to be making eye movements that confirm the face of the person behind me from earlier, and then turning his consciousness further back.

"I'm not here to get information. Today my compatriots..."

"Hih!?

The moment I spoke with my countrymen, the tension in Smythos grew all at once. The attitude that was strong is also completely missing the shadow to see. I see, I guess the reason I was pointing my nerves was to look for siblings.

"My countrymen would not be here today. I got enough information in the first place. There's no reason to question you any more."

"That... means dispose of it because it's already been used!?

"Calm down. I'm here today to get you guys thinking about that area."

"Think... get it?

"Oh. First of all, about the droppers other than you, but this one came in the form of protection for Quama. Technically, it's in the midst of purifying the Kuama Demon Realm."

Droppers have some special talent. Even without talent in combat, that power can have a huge impact on the world. It is easy to imagine that each country will offer protection if it learns of its existence. But if there is such a conflict in the country over the existence of that dropper, even the meaning of what we are fighting for now will be wasted.

"Protect... Isn't that a mistake in quarantine?

"If the nations let go of more than they found out about the dropper, they would immediately reach out. Even if the head of the country had good sense, its use would not necessarily be as far as it goes. I'm sure you won't want to be separated either."

Some beings are like Serraes. For the good of the land, there will also come forth those who make it good to wear mud. It is not our intention in itself to involve such people in the ploy.

"But you're gonna end up under control, right?

"He said that if each of us could live independently, we wouldn't mind having the rest free. I just have a request for you two."

"... requests?

"You're the same droppers who have the best understanding of protected droppers. So I want either of you to stay next to those droppers."

Jestuffs pioneering the Kuama demon world were able to follow Harkdock, the dropper, as a subordinate. So there will be an understanding of the peculiar talent, but there will still be something called a story where the droppers understand each other better. When I hear this story, Comija raises her fearful hand.

"Either... can't you two?

"That's not true. It's just that you're free once you're done with the Larheits. We can stand on our own. You guys wouldn't have to take care of the other droppers, would you?

"... are we going to be free!?

"Oh. Even so, Comija, you are guilty of assaulting the Tryn army. You're going to have to pay some consideration for that."

From a standpoint, he was just following Solid's orders, but he would definitely have fought voluntarily to help Smyths and the droppers. You have to do your duty as a loser more than you lose.

"Ugh... that means taking care of the droppers..."

"I guess it won't be a write-off. Apart from that and this. But if you accept this story, I'm prepared to offer you a way to make amends while you take care of your children."

"... that's fine. If I can be beside them..."

"Right. Then I'll tell him so."

"Wait a minute. That story, you can join me, right?

Now Smyths asked as he grabbed the iron lattice in the cell. The frightened look earlier has completely disappeared.

"Oh. I don't mind. But you don't have to obey real orders anymore, do you?

"Indeed, we have been asked by Lady Real to take care of those children. But that's what we wanted. Those kids don't like it in this world, but they stand out. They see us with strange eyes, they repel us, they become the spearhead of malice. Neither I nor Comija want those kids to live a miserable life like ours."

"Is it because I've had a miserable life?"

"Are you trying to tell me that my life is no big deal? Ekdoyk, I hear your qualities. But..."

"That's not what I meant to say. My life is different from yours. If you've lived a miserable life, I guess that's true. You shouldn't have to compare it to the others."

People are moving forward with a different way of life for everyone. Whatever the difference is there, there's no point in seeking the pros and cons. All we need is how much value we want ahead.

"... right. Things are going crazy, talking to you."

"It's often said. So, Smyths, you don't mind taking care of the droppers, do you?

"If I left it to Comija alone, I'd spoil it too much."

"Hih, cool!?

"You take good care of both of us. But it helps. Thanks."

Changing the environment can be a lot of stress for children. It would be a great help if there were at least a few concerned associates beside us. These two are irreplaceable for the droppers who aren't even old enough... to be in a position like Laicia for me.

"- That's why I'm going crazy... Do something weird."

"Mm, did you look weird?

"Yes, no, that's not..."

"He had a miserable face."

"Smythos!?

Did you loosen your mind too much because you felt a little easier? It certainly wouldn't be a good idea to get too distracted in public, you have to tighten it up.

"Then you two will be in the position of your compatriots in the future."

"Hey, wait a minute!? Oh, oh, are you going to be a subordinate of that man!?

"Is there a problem?

"It's settled! I'm sorry about all those guys on the outside road!?

Mmm...... Is this why my countrymen left this story to me? Does Smyths recall the memory of interrogation made compatriot, completely trembling in the corner of his cell?

"What the hell kind of terrible thing is that temperamental Smyths doing..."

"No, well... right..."

It was actually just a bitter pill, but for Smyths it would be remembered as something that kept him from taking the bitter poison. Misunderstandings around it will have to be solved in the future.

"So, but I want Smyths to stay by my side... Ekdoyk, can't you be one of your men?

"... me?

Pointing to myself, Comija nodded cocklessly with a slightly red face.

"You treated me very politely for trying to kill yourself. No one in the snatch of life and death can respect that much about their opponents. And... yeah, that's it"

"That's it! I can trust you! That much accommodation works, right?

"No, I'm not in a position to have a subordinate..."

Unexpectedly look at my master position, "Ethereal". For some reason, 'Pale' is looking at me with cold eyes, and Mary has an indescribable look on her face.

"Isn't that nice? There's no such thing as my men shouldn't have men, is there?

"That's right...... By the way, why are you looking at me like that?

"Nothing, I was just trying to think seriously about my future policy."

That's what I said, 'Pale' left this place. Obviously I'm grumpy, but I didn't imitate beating people to the ground as usual. Did I even make you angry in a different way than before?

"Hey, Mary, was there anything wrong with the current negotiations?

"Uh... Mr. Ekdoyk can't be like his countrymen... and..."

"Become..."

I should have negotiated that I could draw the most out of the feelings of Comija and Smythos and be cooperative like my countrymen... Are you saying that if you look at it from Mary, you won't even get a point of view...

"What was missing..."

"No, rather too much..."

I told my compatriots of the results of this one, and Komija and Smythos were to be asked to do their nation-building work in the Kuama demonic world as my men in the future. My countrymen encouraged me to 'add those two would be a lot of trouble, but good luck'. But his face had an indescribable look just like Mary's.