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

When Serende's royal family and Larheit came into contact, there was an arc real next to it. Tsudhari remembered that Archreal was overflowing at that time.

Upon hearing Tsudzari's report, I immediately sent Morali to Arclial. Because I read that if the people of Yugra's stars try to find out about Serende's royalty with their main hips, the royals will hit some hand to seal Archreal's mouth.

But the reason I sent Morali in was because I was going to capture the hand of Serende, who approached me at that time, and get information, and I wanted to be grateful so that I could gain an advantage when negotiating with the people of Yugra's stars in the future.

"I didn't know anyone could hunt Archreal down this far."

Keeping me asleep in bed, I look down at the unconscious arcreal. Breathing is calm, but for the time being I can't apply my hands other than to see how it goes.

There are two main wounds suffered by Archreal. Though the chest wound was deep enough, it has now been completely treated. The problem would be the head, the blow that destroyed the skull and reached the brain.

Unlike other organs that are roughly figured out how to work, there are still many mysteries about how the brain works. Even with magic that interferes with the brain, the principle is uncertain. Thus, even if only the form can be regenerated with healing magic, some obstacle often remains.

After the cure, it's clear that he doesn't wake up because of brain damage. But there's nothing more we can do, and there's nothing more to do than expect from Archreal's own resilience.

"Sorry......"

"You don't have to apologize, Morali. Because you headed to Serende with Tsudhari, because Tsudhari could remember the information and make the decision to send you in to Archreal. Thanks to you, Archreal helped."

I analyzed the arcreal thing and then hit a few places where I supposedly headed. Morali went around there and followed him to Archreal.

By the time Morali found Archreal, he had already fought the assassins and Morali had witnessed the sight of Archreal falling in front of him.

The assassins also suffered considerable wounds, but they stood as a matter of course and were trying to stab Arclial in the stomach. Even on the verge of dying, Morali decided it was dangerous to fight the powerful man who cornered Archreal, and took Archreal and fled instantly. And to this day.

"But I didn't know Archreal would lose...... Are you still a dropper?

"Better not make up your mind, Yasteto. If that's what it means to defeat Arclial, then that's what ordinary people without any power have accomplished. It's just... there's no denying there's a good chance of that."

The people of Yugra's stars suppressed Arclial by exploiting the inexperience of leaving everything to their talents and not acquiring it as their own experience. This assassin has even surpassed that talent and has allowed the blow to reach Archreal.

If you think about it, including the information you heard from Morali, you can imagine by what means that assassin hunted down Archreal. I can, but that's a theoretical story and too unrealistic. I guess it's still someone with talent as Yugra's dropper who can make that possible.

I didn't know Serende, who used it as her home base, still had a dropper she didn't know about. Probably picked up by royalty officials before the talent was perceived around as heresy......

"Tell this to the people of Yugra's stars?

"Morali has witnessed the assassin's appearance. As soon as you pass that information on, you'll be able to find out the identity of that assassin. But......"

A royal family who helped Larheit sent in an assassin to remind him of Archreal. I don't think this is such an easy story. If the royal family had enough assassins to kill Archreal in the first place, wouldn't it be a story of turning that assassin over to the people of Yugra's stars?

Are you an assassin unsuitable for fighting large numbers, or are you also an element that prevents assassins from killing the people of Yugra's stars? No, that alone would have other means to take.

The answer I came to is that apart from the royalty that Archreal contacted with Larheit and the royalty that sent the assassins in. Then it would be Prince Washekt or Princess Hilmera who sent the assassin in.

The presence of the people of Yugra's stars will be a shaking balance for those who seek to inherit the throne. I guess the goal is to successfully uncover the secrets of the other princes and take advantage of the throne succession. That's why he sent in an assassin to prevent him from getting that information from Archreal and me.

Prince Washekt and Princess Hilmera would know that I had made contact with the people of Yugra's stars. On top of that, I aimed for ArcReal... was there an element that determined that ArcReal's information wasn't up to me? Whether the movement of the people of Yugra's stars is too even for the other princes, or they are putting the winning prince behind them, or around them.

"Dear Real?

"Shall we just take a look? He's more likely to be in danger if he gets poorly."

All I know is that he has an assassin hunting down Archreal on the cooperative royal side. It is not very nice to let him, neglected by the three royalties at this stage, increase the number of new obstacles.

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Lachra was about to be assassinated and Mary was about to be abducted. I was not surprised to hear the report, I was just quietly listening to our report.

"She was a living woman, but she was hired for money, and she was just instructed to bump into me with the signal."

"So is this old lady. When we came to talk, we were just told to split Mary up in the barn."

We called Masetta for backup to carry the men we captured, and then we questioned the old woman. But in the end, I didn't get the information I said this.

Unlike the men who attacked Lachra, my captured men, but they did not possess poison. I'm glad they caught the executor, but maybe...

"I pulled out the men's information in" The Lost Belly "and saw it, but I didn't even realize whose hand it was just following the instructions from the letter"

"That's right, ha..."

In response to Duvreoli's report, the compatriots sighed with a slightly missed voice. The men would be like Gorotsky, like the Chamber of Commerce and the noble work force. They're not going to hurt one thing to get caught from a royal family just to tell them the plan and carry it out.

According to a detailed story by Duvreoli, letters with job descriptions and bags of gold were regularly delivered in their hoards, and they were only following suit. It was the general public who carried the letter, perhaps in the position indicated by receiving an anonymous letter.

"Don't worry about it. Simply give instructions to the immature, and say to yourself," A sight of heights. "I don't feel like delivering results."

"This kind of thing is meant to be about lucky if it comes out. The basic purpose is to warn or threaten." Come on, we're getting more and more hands out of here. "

With this condition, it is likely that something will be planted on the hark dock during the treatment as well. Since my compatriots have already lurked Butler Army under their beds and in the shadows of their shadows, I think they can cope with direct harm...

Speaking of which, a report the other day said Tsudhari showed up at Hark Dock's, but your countrymen were telling you to leave him alone. I thought there was some sort of approach from Reality...... was it also a Tsudhari personal errand?

"Just in case, I'll take Masetta's pick-up and drop-off at the Hark Dock."

"It would help if you did, Ekdoyk. So it's Mary."

Calling her name makes Mary's body tremble bickly. I guess he cares that he was about to be caught in danger.

"Compatriots -"

"From now on, never be alone, so that you will always have a chain of Ecdoics. I can't even go to the bathroom in the middle of nowhere, so I need you to be more thorough with your health, including hydration."

My countrymen blocked my words and communicated the decision to Mary. You predicted I'd put in a follow-up to Mary, and you blocked me from needing that. If my compatriots do make that decision, there's nothing to say from me.

"Yes, sir"

"As I said before, I was wary that there was enough about the likelihood that Mary would be targeted. It was prevented by Ekdoyk's response, so that's fine. If you think I'm scared, if you can tell me, I can turn it around to work at the base, so it's up to you to decide."

"It's okay!

"Good then. Sure, Maria may be less experienced in action than the rest of us, but she's over a hundred times better than 'me'. If I were you, I'd be the worst dead man in a surprise attack from behind."

"Ha..."

Mary has a dry smile, but I guess my countrymen didn't mean to joke about it. If you are attacked with the same treatment as the inhabitants of this world, you can really kill your countrymen if you do it badly.

And the next day, I was to walk the city with my countrymen and Ilias. Mary seemed okay, but she had only a little tumor left, so she decided to give it a rest.

"But are you okay, compatriot? It was yesterday today, so I don't think they're going to set me up..."

"If you're worried, ask for a few times more overprotective than Mary. There's no pride, no fine dust, so you can protect it without care."

"Wow, okay.... you know that much."

"Mary is also in a position where she wants to grow up as a holy knight. I can check on anyone as much as I don't want them to think I'm a foot wrapper. I don't know what you'd do if you saw Mary like that."

If I had made a statement then that would have sheltered María, María could have blamed herself for just that. I get the impression that I'm somewhat stuck, but they're just thinking about my people, and I still seem to be able to afford my fellow countrymen's hearts.

Today we do not have a particular place to gather information that we have decided to call this. He wants to compile the information we've gathered so far and take a look around the city of Serende as a compatriot.

"- I think it's a good country..."

Walking through the city, Ilias overflowed with potpourries. Being a good country is sympathetic enough. Each person lives his or her life, and that diligence comes from their voice and expression. The streets of Selende are as vibrant as any other country.

I guess such an Iliath also feels this heterogeneity to say the last. From time to time, I feel the gaze, the emotions that we have in the streets.

I don't feel so strongly hostile, but I'm pretty sure I'm on guard. I guess many are ordered to 'keep an eye on them'. All this gaze, perhaps my compatriots must feel it to some extent too.

But with that in his back, his compatriots made him smile sarcastically at Ilias.

"I can't help but be too uptight. You should let me know if you feel like killing me or something. I can't react to emotions out of my sight."

"I don't need to be asked to do that..."

From my countrymen, I have no choice but to leave everything to me or Ilias about the sudden ambush. Just drain your mind if you think too much. Do you think that the princes of the missouri will never be as good as they aim?

Keep walking through the city, and the compatriots were chatting when they spoke to the affordable.

I was under the impression that Mary was going, but the timing to cut the conversation off is sparse, either fast or slow. I guess he's figuring out if the information can be pulled out while we're having a conversation.

"Master Washekt's relic lovers are famous after all. Not only noblemen and merchants, but also citizens like us, are asking for help in protecting the monuments. Well, we don't have to pay for it, but we can help clean it on holidays. I don't think it's a bad idea to take care of the legacy of the past."

"Heh. Doesn't cleaning go in there?

"Because if you touch it poorly, it breaks. There are ruins with traps, and if you don't know what to do with them, you won't get them. But I wonder if there are quite a few participants in the site exploration tour planned by Master Washekt. I knew it would be safe with expert instructions, and I'm sure everyone would be interested."

I see. What the average person doesn't want to be involved in is something that has the influence of a chamber of commerce or nobility. Does this give us information about specialties as a country and so on without particular resistance? There's always something to gain from this conversation.

For example, from earlier stories, it can be determined that there are donations from nobles and chambers of commerce for the protection of monuments. If we look at the money flow, we can look at the influence of those who support Washekt. If an unnatural amount was flowing, it can also be read that there is something else behind it.

"I hear you like a lot of ruins, but you're also great at acting. Princess Hilmera is under the influence."

"Well, yeah. Master Hilmera is always helping Mr. Washekt, and I think we could do something a little more spontaneously."

"Princess Hilmera doesn't feel like she has much interaction with other princes, but is she unfriendly?

I felt like it was an unmistakable conversation, but my countrymen suddenly asked me questions that cut in. This person feels like a Washectoist, but it was something thorny about Hilmera that Washecto was intimately talking about. Is that what bothered you?

I've been watching my countrymen talk a lot, but you're starting to read a lot of my countrymen's thoughts. As for the technical skills… although there is still a difference.

"Sometimes it's because of the difference in years. There's just a little rumor."

"Rumors?"

"Uh, no. Nothing. I don't want to slap a royal pussy."

"Ha, because I don't know where my ears are. It's not a rumor that blood isn't connected or anything weird."

"- Oh, oh. If it's a good rumor, it's not a bad rumor!

Now the reaction, did the compatriots aim to cause it? As it was, the compatriots cut the story off and moved to the square where people gathered for rest. There are many mothers and children with children there, and the children seem to enjoy themselves while their parents watch over them.

"Brothers, just now..."

"Isn't that a pretty unlikely story? Hilmera said there's no connection between Washect and the others."

As we know from previous investigations, Princess Hilmera's mother was the wife of the brother of the current King Serende before she became queen. But after the death of his brother, King Serende is supposedly married and has since given birth to Princess Hilmera within a year.

In other words, it will be a reckoning that she was caged in Princess Hilmera before she became queen. There is a great chance that the father is not King Serende. And the people of Selende seem quite aware of this thought.

"Doesn't Princess Hilmera have much to do with us, even if we're not connected to the blood of the other princes?

"Not directly."

"You mean indirectly... you know what I mean, Ilias?

"If Princess Hilmera was the son of King Serende's younger brother, it is highly likely that those who supported King Serende's younger brother in a dispute over succession to the throne of his predecessors will follow Princess Hilmera."

My countrymen nod that they are right. I see, even if Princess Hilmera was young ten years ago, if anyone was trying to use her and regain power, it is likely that she would have cooperated with the Larheits.

However, as far as the surroundings of Princess Hilmera have been examined, the shadow of such a person does not strike the present findings.... Whatever, I wonder if this information will help my compatriots identify the way Princess Hilmera's own mind is.

"Sa, suppose we get along with Madame and the others next!

"Madam... you mean those mothers. What are you gonna do?

Well, Ekdoyk, it's your turn.

At first I tilted my neck, but soon I could read my countrymen's intentions with the results.

My countrymen bought a doll for children at an outdoor store that was nearby and stuck my chain with the moving part of the doll. It's like telling me to do street art as a doll.

It's a technology that uses yarn tension and loosening to make the doll look alive, but my chain doesn't make it because I can move it freely in the first place.

As he manipulated the two knight dolls and remembered the sight of the knights pairing up as if they were fighting each other hard, one or two of them and the children came by and looked at the sight with their eyes shining.

The mothers were surprised to see us at first, but when they talked to each other saying they wanted to practice street arts, their vigilance slowly broke down. And now we're laughing fun at each other.

"Heh, that's all good quality, but you can buy it that cheap"

"Choose what goes into the princes' mouths from the ingredients they collect better. The ingredients that were not chosen will flow straight to the market. It hurts a little, but the quality is guaranteed, so there's a lot of competition."

I hear that the distribution of what enters the royal mouth is proprietary. They're carefully selected from those who arrange it to those who cook it, to those who taste like poison, but it seems like a lot of work. It can also be described as a characteristic unique to a country with a high history of poisoning.

But more surprising than that would be the ability to elicit sibling conversations. Instead of using any magic, he masters the opponent's alertness and guides the words so that he wants to speak.

He's got a hard smile to look at, but I don't really think that's what makes him laugh. Would I be a little better at gathering information if I laughed too?

Ilias stares at his compatriots who are close to the housewives with indescribable eyes. I know you're used to it, but you look like you've even given up being shy. When I was drunk and saw Lachra sleeping on the ground, I felt like she looked similar.

"Obnoxious. There's more you can do with chains."

"Right. But if you're going to eat it as a street art, you need to make the props a little more authentic."

"No, you don't have to seriously consider it."

My countrymen are playing with them as they hold up their children or something. The wary mothers at first also now smiled at the sight. Is it something that will gain that much credit in the short term?

The kid is more interested in the doll I was manipulating. It is attached with my fingers, so when I move the doll to match it, I am very happy to squeeze it. I usually fear my appearance and didn't expect the kids to laugh so easily... strange stuff.

"Then it's time to clean up and go back"

"Right. All right, you guys, that's it for today! Don't play again!

"Uh, no."

"Come on, let's go!

Totally up to the vigilance of the kids...... no, I'm initially nostalgic for a lackluster of childish character, so maybe this reaction isn't that surprising.

"My wrist and arms are the limit... oh yeah, I can't help it! Here, line up! Hey, Ekdoyk, Ilyas! Don't you guys laugh and watch, help me satisfy these guys!

"I don't mind that...... don't the kids hurt when I hold them up?

"Better than being grabbed by Ilyas' arm strength."

"Wait a minute, you're not gonna listen to that, are you?

The children stand in line listening. The compatriots wrapped their arms around each other and lifted their children one by one.

I have myself somewhere to be relieved to see how it goes. Even after the battle against Larkheit was settled, the compatriots were always in a strained air.

"Illias, add or subtract it properly. Don't throw it away while you're tall."

"Do it!

So I can't help but hope that such a calm time is a little longer and that it will heal the hearts of my fellow countrymen. I guess Ilias, smiling next to his countrymen, thinks the same thing.

"Hey, Ekdoyk"

"What?

"The kid there, the assassin. Catch him."