Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

It was the morning of the tenth day since it was quarantined by the central tower.

He was immersed in building his body to pull a bow because the windscape, which also completed the skeleton and other investigations he brought home from Hydra's cave and compiled information on medicines and other things, had nothing to do in particular.

"I'm free, Singo. Cover it."

"If the sun goes down."

Initially, Liz was embellished like this, while spending time compiling a day of sunny research and materials.

But that's still not enough, and I thought the research would take longer - but the demons that were in Skeleton's skull weren't much different, either, in fact, like a subspecies of slime.

If so, would it have made the nucleus more detailed and also had something like a neuron?

The ghouled rat was no different from a person's case, so it ended up just about doing some experiments.

Speaking of what I found out over there,

1, Oral and transdermal administration of Hydra's blood, where no insect body was found, delays transdermal, but both react like anaphylactic shock.

2, what survives ghouls and forms an example worm body in the brain, etc.

3, administering the example insect body to a healthy rat causes little rejection, but eventually it ghouled.

That's about it.

After all, they just can't see. There's also a culprit of ghoulisation in the blood.

And I could have expected that maybe what was said to be poison was a rejection of the worm body.

There are some examples of this.

Filaria, for example, is famous for dogs, but not many cats.

The reason for this is that cats tend to have a strong rejection of filaria, which can lead to death even for just one insect opponent.

Sometimes I get anaphylaxis against Anisakis like peanuts.

Rejection occurs when you simply come into contact with a parasite without something being done in this way, and you can lose your life.

The odd thing, however, was that there were fewer symptoms in microscopically visible levels of insect bodies.

Besides, the fact that the muscles of the ghouled corpse are as easy to stay clean as they were in life still leaves me in doubt.

We haven't been able to find out about this area yet, so we'll need to get some means to do some more research.

"Singo, don't you have to do some research today?

"Oh. After all, he didn't show any symptoms to me, and health itself. I've got a lot to do since I left here today."

"Well, now it's time to hang out with me."

Since Liz got locked up here, she's been asking me to blame her for lack of exercise.

For example, they try to play weird pranks and get chased, or tell me to set hands because I want to see martial arts in different worlds.

But that's good to hear that sounds like Liz as usual.

Since that one incident, she has stopped doing strange things, and as always - she really has brought back the young, deserted people she's been doing.

That started with monopolizing beds and meals, and I remained willing to snuggle up like a dog.

Such a usual street was also what the wind saw itself wished for, and he often admitted it with irritability but without complaining.

Now, with all the hard work he's doing today, Liz has been offering me the mock-up knife that was on the wall.

I know what you're going to say.

"Now I can't talk to you or anything..."

"Really? I'm better than dealing with Glenn because I only use about a sword or dagger that scrapes and pokes meat like a sabel. Ma, still, I'll just hit it, but if you want to train your motor vision and reflex nerves, it's just fine. It's okay, it hurts, so you just have to avoid it because you're willing to die. Come on."

"I'm not that hard-working."

"Don't worry. Let's make an effort to seep blood."

"That's just abuse!

If I never tried to receive it, I was pushed.

And they already made it a decision. Liz was just herself. When she just went up to the roof, she pulled the sword out of her sheath and slapped her shoulder.

"Slow"

"You're fast."

Though the blade is crushed, in the end the metal is blade-shaped.

It seems that it is a substitute that can be used as a blunt instrument or as a blade as long as it can put in quite a bit of angle and force, and it is not a bamboo knife or wooden knife replacement, but it has nothing to do with Liz's sparta.

... It's called language, it's called physical education, there are no decent teachers in this world.

The anxious wind gaze asked Liz terribly.

"Uh... what are the rules?

"I don't. If you can, you can use any means you want. That's all it's worth if you survive. That's the world we live in."

Well, my breath was exhaled. Liz seems already motivated.

I stand in front of her as the wind tries to figure out how to shingle.

It was an immediate event.

"Hey, hey -!?"

Even though the wind had not yet pulled out his sword, Liz stormed without mercy.

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"Kazami, Sa well............"

A voice similar to that of a sick man on the verge of death.

Someone said he seemed like a severely addicted patient who had cut off drugs for the past ten days.

Chloe was also aware that it was generally correct.

At night he always slept with the wind gazing at the quarantined door.

But I can't even get a lok sleep because I've had many dreams of him being a ghoul.

I dreamed many times that he had become a gourd for cattle and dead meat.

Chloe held her fist each time and was losing her way wondering what to do.

I want to believe that people who are supposed to save people in need can't be like this, but nightmares have always shown me the least I want to see.

The first time I killed him.

The second time he ate me because I regretted not being able to move.

The third time I tried to stop it.

The fourth time...

After such a nightmare, I scream every time and wake up in tears.

After the gatekeeper who felt sorry for this sued him directly to do something about the wind, he would also sleep in front of the door, and Chloe's nightmare was finally reduced to about half.

But still, it's only half. Her hard work was constant.

In the morning, after the sun rises, "Dear Windmaker..." her day begins by checking for cheapness in an anxious voice.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, good morning.... Chloe, have you slept properly?

"Yes, Chloe is... okay"

"Oh well. I know it's gonna be tough, but have a decent meal. Good luck. 'Cause I'm fine."

"Yes."

Chloe was squeezing out all her energy without and voicing it.

I guess it was at least an effort to make unwanted distress go away.

But she herself was also aware that the colours of worry felt from the wind and gatekeeper's gaze coming through the door were getting darker and darker every day.

When I go to wash my face, I see a beard on the water that gets thicker and thicker every day.

I wish I could have lied better if I'd lied, but she wasn't so used to lying.

"A little more... It's just a scratch... And then, by the sushi..."

Chloe had a voice that was done, whether she slept or woke up.

Go to church and give people information about Ghoul correctly, as they were asked to do with a minimum degree of personal integrity.

"It's okay," he smiled to those with anxiety faces, cordially explaining why it was okay.

If anyone were to be danced to a fruitful rumor that Ghoul was still there, he ran all over the city with a slave knight to prove that was just a rumor.

"Ghoul's culprit was Hydra. But it was also already discussed and completely burned down. You must have seen that in the square. No need to worry excessively."

How much would I have said this?

Chloe remembered the sight of the wind every time she mouthed it that way and didn't care.

If that nightmare is recreated while I'm doing this - and I can't help but be scared.

It would have been much easier to have him killed if he'd been separated like this.

But the life of the wind sight is also absolute for her again.

He bit his lips off all the time in an effort to suffer and managed to keep trying to meet his expectations.

If someone will believe me, I will do everything I can. That is to be honored in Hadria, a belief she also tries to uphold.

But there are limits to aerobic energy as well.

Plated with all sorts of emotions, she worked like a ghost by seven days after the wind sights were quarantined, returning every minute and second early to the castle's central tower to see where such vigour remained when it was over.

But that's over today, too.

The sun rises, and with the morning bells everyone begins to work, it is finally acknowledged that there is no ghouling of the wind.

"Um, are the bells still there? I guess people are really on their way today......!

"I've heard that word since before sunrise. Besides, you were safe today. There's nothing to worry about. Please wait a little longer. It's still time to get to work."

"Then give me the order to run!

"Don't be impotent."

It's no longer Chloe who can't wait to come and go in front of the door.

If she was a cat, she would have scratched the door with her fingernails and cut it.

In fact, she had no cat-like nails but often waited with her hands on the door.

Can't wait.

Yeah, Chloe was nodding that she wanted me to stroke her head and hug her quickly.

Chloe wanted to say quickly that she did her job by keeping her word.

It just freaks me out when I think about the rewards that can be given to the wind that I hear about it.

"I ran the decree of this reminder. I'm sure the tower will ring faster than usual, so for a while now..."

At the time the gatekeeper tried to tell me to wait, the high noise of cancer blocked.

Then Chloe's face shines.

It finally rang!

I'm finally forgiven!

After only a moment of prayer of gratitude to God, Chloe kicked through the "steel door” shortly afterwards.

The twisting, angle, center of gravity, etc. of the body is a very accomplished spinning kick. If there was a human being, he would have had a fractured spine at his leisure.

Apparently she even spared while waiting for the heavy doors to open.

"Ahhh!?

Doesn't matter if the gatekeeper raises his voice that he fucked up.

Running like an unleashed arrow, she ran through the third and fourth floors without looking either way.

I haven't been informed where she is, but the windshield radar in her was securely rooftop.

"Kazami no way!

When I went out onto the roof, the wind gazing at the distant morning sun turned a smile.

- Chloe had such a beautified picture in mind, but the reality was different.

"Hey..."

……

Liz was the only one who had turned a blind eye.

Well, it doesn't matter that she's here.

The mercy of the wind gaze is not supposed to overlook the devil's hand of the lord, so it is also natural to put it here to save Liz's life.

I admit it there.

Chloe was also going to forgive him for giving up 100 million steps and standing next to him.

But.

But it is.

It was an unforgivable barbarity to lick the arm of the wind.

He let go of his imitation knife beside him, turning his eyes and turning his back on the wall. Chloe guessed that he probably even did the sword archery.

Liz is injuring herself by making it good, and even spitting on her to claim that it belongs to her.

Somehow, I can't help but forgive this.

It was a complete Red Card thing anomaly in Chloe.

"Ah, ooh...!

I can't help but bite my teeth.

It's not a lot of tricks to be able to show off something like this, instead of having you hug me through all those hard days I've managed to endure.

Chloe had never cursed anyone more than she has now.

"Duh, duh, duh, duh...!

"No, that's why I'm a dog"

Chloe didn't even have ears to listen to how sorry she was.

Step out to peel off even immediately.

"Grr. Go..."

And that's when the wind sight held the back of my head and woke up.

And his eyes were dotted when he saw Liz crawling her tongue on her blood-flowing arm.

"... Liz, wait. What the hell are you doing?"

"Mm, disinfected though?

"~ ~......!"

Chloe was angry at the bitches who beat her because of the wounds she caused.

That's not where you are. I wanted to let you know it was my place.

But it's not a curtain.

The wind gaze looks "you know,".

Yes. I want you to blame it as it is and punish me toughly not to do it again. and Chloe was sending her gaze in anticipation.

"That doesn't disinfect me. Look, all that matters in the disinfection of the wound is that it has the ability to sterilize even if diluted with blood or plasma, it's not too harmful, it has the ability to penetrate. This way, your best bet right now is a burning level of alcohol. Also, you should stop licking someone else's blood because sometimes illness or something moves. Well, if you don't have any water or medicine, it's an effective hand to take the foreign body of the wound."

"No!

"Oh, no?

Chloe was just a little hateful of the windscape with a pungent face.

I was willing to make that right, but I regretted the wind I admitted about Liz and couldn't seem to spin any more words.

I felt like if I opened my mouth badly, a whimper would leak out into my throat.

But if I had been distracted by all of that, I would have had zero tears.

The wind that sees it "wow, what's up!?" wipes my tears gently, surprised.

Chloe couldn't wait to worry because this tenderness was cowardly, and she would waver at everyone.

Wouldn't one day be less kind enough for me? There is such vague fear in her.

"Kazami, sama. Is Liz the only one special to you?

"That's not true. Chloe is special enough too. Isn't that why you asked me to do what I couldn't do instead? That was all Chloe could ask for."

He said "thank you" in panic and stroked his head sneezing.

Even then Chloe felt rewarded and her breasts cleared slightly, but it wasn't enough yet.

I have sprouts left on my chest while others spit on me.

I didn't like the feeling that if I overlooked it here, it was going to be kind of plundered.

Chloe still takes his arm where the blood floats.

"... then let Chloe lick it too"

"Yes?"

I hear the wind saw didn't understand the words.

So Chloe was offering again in a vanishing voice, "- Please..."

She also seemed ashamed to say these things face to face with the opposite sex no matter how much they looked at the wind.

"No, huh? Look, I think we should stop because I think maybe some good sense guy would say it's this guy, the officer. Besides, as I was saying, you shouldn't really touch other people's blood, okay?

"Is Liz good and not for me......? Don't you like me healing something...?

It was a question I never wanted to be affirmed.

In case, oh. Chloe's eyes become even more hydrated when she thinks she is told.

When you can show me that, the wind can't do anything with words stuck in your throat.

His hands felt terrified so that he could not touch the glass workmanship, but he decided to grab Chloe and "... please," he shyly turned away.

Seeing that complexion, Chloe was admitted that she had a proper place left.

She crawls her tongue into the wound if she can't be happier.

Gently and politely.

Keep in mind that there's never a place to leave.

At the same time healing with the law, and more than that, with his own thoughts, Chloe was against the wound.

"Ugh, I feel like I'm doing something endlessly disloyal"

"I'm not, I guess I'm“ letting ”be precise. That's not the same as Donnie, is it? Sometimes when I have a daughter that I like, I bring her in from the village, from the city, until I get tired of it."

"I don't mean to, I don't have a hair!

"Hmm, shall I describe what Singo made me do? The age is fifteen or six years old, and he samurai two of his favorite girls, and he basically gives them wounds."

"Whoa, that's it. No more than that, seriously, no more! Otherwise, Ag, what the hell? The governor's coming!

Gentlemen, not the girl pepper, which is your expression of affection, but the picture surface where the girl pepper is socially very unwelcome.

If I had eyes, I would have sent them to the detention center a second time.

No, I don't mind the girl pepper either.

The wind gaze shouted to stop immediately, but Chloe was overheard.

The fire in her is rather heightened with it.

Because even with all this noise, the wind will not escape.

Because that's all I'm allowed to do.

That Liz was soon taken away too, so this victory is more proud than anything else.

That's why she's all heartbroken with love.

That's how wind sights were finally liberated after a recovery that took two or three times the normal amount of time.