Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

The stunned Yut woke up only after the sun had fallen.

"Ren!"

"Ren would be fine. I treated him and now he's back in Ozlic Village."

"Arcia................................."

Shortly after he rose to jump up, there was Alcia in black priestly clothing in front of him in a crimson eyelid.

The priest of the goddess of death and sorcery, illuminated by a burning fire, is a demonic beauty... and yet there is an unspeakable motherhood.

"Thanks to Yuuto-kun's good treatment, I don't have any sequelae. You'll be perfectly fine in a few days."

Apparently, Ren was taken home by his master.

And my sister's apprentice is safe.

Words emanating from Alcia and their meaning slowly penetrate Yut.

At the same time, the sentiments of relief rose.

"Right...... Did I manage to make it..."

"Good luck with that."

Arcia smiles at Yut exhaling deeply on a blanket laid on the ground.

That's all. Don't hesitate, I won't try to pack the distance.

That's what I loved about it.

Because if you were gentle here, you were going to frustrate me the other way around.

"While you were asleep, Yuto treated you, but you weren't feeling well?

"Oh, thanks...... I think it's okay..."

Even though there was a blanket, I slept on hard ground so I have a strong feeling, but I am completely used to it these days.

Thoughts aren't clear, but time will fix that.

No problem. I can go on.

"Training... I don't think as far as I'm concerned..."

Alcia pinching a sigh in the middle of the word.

Is that giving up on unscrupulous training? Or because I have too much in mind for a fellow who seems to nod when it's a fine training?

"Are you sure you want to keep going?

"Oh. If I give up here, I'm sure I won't be able to do anything in this world"

"... right"

Arcia acknowledged Yut's correctness.

Then just do what each of us can do.

"If you're not even dead, I'll do something about it."

Covered with a crimson eyelid, you cannot see its eyes.

But it conveyed that it was a word without lies or falsehoods.

"Oh. I'll be back alive"

"Then fine. It's about time we're cooking, so let's eat."

"But I have an appetite..."

I tried to refute it reflexively, but my stomach rebelled as soon as possible.

"Just a little bit, you should keep it in your stomach."

"I'll have..."

With her mouth in the form of a smile, Arcia shrugged the wheat porridge from a barbecued pan that was hanging on fire.

Pour into a deep dish and hand it to Yut.

Upon receiving it, I was unexpectedly disappointed to forget to thank you and to be cold.

I don't know if it tastes good.

But it tastes full.

"If you're going to be eaten, there's a change."

Without even responding, Yut stirred the oatmeal.

That was the last warm meal I spoke of during this training.

Yuut, who was dropped off by Arcia and returned to training.

The first thing the Running Sorcerer (Wizard) did was change the base. I would say renunciation.

This was the plan I had been thinking about since I saw the supplies.

Returning to the camp alone, Yut takes a hammock and rope from a backpack containing supplies.

With that in his hand, he went into the woods away from base.

There is no confusion in its footsteps, and the eyes are serious themselves.

It entails an atmosphere that does not attract wild animals.

When he found a tree with moderate thickness and distance, Yut used a spell against the rope.

"Rope Trick"

A theoretical spell on the first staircase that freely manipulates the ropes.

In accordance with the will of Yut, the surgeon, the rope ascends when he rubs the bark.

It was about 10 meters above the ground and now wrapped around the trunk all the way, tightly tied together.

And I tied the other one through the hammock as well.

All you have to do is repeat the same thing again.

If you hit it even on the back of your head, I'm just sorry.

However, a safe base was completed that would not be attacked by wildlife without much leeway.

"I can't believe there's a day to thank Larsia..."

I have a hateful smile on my back of my brain, but I can't deny the credit for putting a hammock in me.

It should be noted that I have always been quite concerned by the meadow race (Magner), which was offset by actions and statements that ruined it.

So essentially this was my first thank you.

"Anyway, now we can make sure it's safe"

Moving requires a Floating Spell, which is called a safety fee. Now the cost is acceptable.

A self-derisive regret comes to mind that I should have done this from the beginning.

But Yut truncated his thoughts without benefits.

If that hadn't happened, you couldn't have swung safety first so far.

One of the many significance of this training is that it is remembered by the body.

Yuut, who is still a fool, has no choice but to learn from experience. Believe me, one day, there will come a day when I will be a fool.

"Well, let's do it"

The next thing you should do is overcome your fears. What Yut chose for this was a rough cure.

"Mage's Armor"

When you release one page from the spell document into the cleavage universe, it turns into a particle of light as you swirl around the operator.

Defensive membrane regenerated in a pure magic force field. That wraps Yut's whole body.

Not even sheet metal armor (platemails), but you can expect a defensive effect to be as good as the chest armor armor (braces and plates) that Valtrude is equipped with.

Using only a self-reinforcing spell, Yuut pulled the scoop he was borrowing from Valtrude out of his backpack.

All you have to do is take the preserved food and water bag and send the backpack to the hammock with the Rope Art (Rope Trick) spell, which still has the effect time.

Sleeping beds stretched between the trees shake, but do not fall because they are tightly tied.

Exactly, Yut was relieved.

Just hold Scop and the spell document. I mean, don't have the crossbow I've been using.

Yut split into the back of the woods.

The bug's voice, the leaking day, the smell of the forest, the breeze that blows freshly.

I feel it, but I'm not conscious.

Anyway, hunt the beast with this hand. That was the only thing that accounted for Yut's thought.

No longer, the question of whether Yut can convince himself. The only way to get Tertione to judge you is with the results.

Not much. But wander through the woods with a clear purpose.

Fulfilled, Yut's hopes were to be fulfilled early.

Totally. As if it were a passage from a nursery rhyme, the two met.

The fur is rubbish.

Eyes run blood.

Raise your voice of intimidation.

Fangs and nails are sharp.

- Wolf.

Third encounter.

Now it was not the herd, it was the turn of the two. No, I don't know if it's a combination of men and women. The only thing I'm sure of is the pair. It is also unclear whether it is part of the herd we have encountered so far.

unconsciously, strengthens muscles throughout the body.

Thoughts turn white.

That was supposed to happen.

"The Spirit of Counter Strike (Reciprocal Aura)"

So I decided to do this from the start.

Take control of the destination and activate the theoretical spell.

Yellow spirits surrounded Yut and the wolves.

But that's all. The spell has been activated, but nothing happens.

To a wolf, there's no way you can understand a theoretical spell.

I did something odd, but nothing happened.

In other words, a good opportunity has arrived.

That's all I know.

Sharing left and right, he makes a bite attack on Yut's ankle… but his fangs bounced back against the force field of pure magic.

"Wow, wow."

The wolf raises the discomfort.

It's like taking a treat in front of you. It would be natural to be dissatisfied.

And it's also natural that Yut doesn't need to consider it.

"Raaah."

He raised his voice from the bottom of his belly, looked firmly at the wolf, and waved down the scoop with all his might.

I can't handle it.

The cutting-edge of Scop vainly passes where the wolf has retreated.

A wolf will eat it by poking at the gap, but once again it was played with the Mage's Armor (Force Mail).

After that, its repetition.

This attack did not hit.

Wolf fangs are bounced before they reach Yut.

Valtrude's powerful and beautiful sword moves are distant, low-level muddy.

But this is all Yut can do.

We just have to do what we can.

So, how long has it been?

The equilibrium that kept the two wolves against each other - collapsed.

Finally, a wolf's fang penetrated the force field of pure magic to scratch Yut's leg.

"Knock."

It's a scratch from intent, but the scratch is still a scratch. Evidence that you can be hurt.

In tune with that, the wolves attack on the calf even more - they couldn't.

The equilibrium has broken.

On Yut's side.

"Khuuuuuuuu"

"That took!

The First Staircase's Theoretical Spell, The Spirit of Counter Strike (Reciprocal Aura).

Whoever injures an operator within that range is attacked by the curse of debilitation.

So to speak, a spell of retribution.

Temporarily, but to a wolf whose limbs shriveled and faded rapidly, Yut waved down the scoop.

With all the pain, do your best.

Two, three times and.

"Gang."

Dull feeling.

Lives in constant response.

My dog passed and was immediately overwritten by a bloody wren.

There is no time to immerse yourself in emotion.

"Are you just watching!?"

"Gua, lulululululu"

The remaining wolves roam barking.

Not missing that gap, Yut stuck out a bloody scoop of paint.

That stabs the base of the wolf's leg and deprives him of his mobility.

The equilibrium collapsed.

It didn't take long for the settlement to arrive.

"Are you done..."

Yut closed his eyes softly as he deposited his weight in the folding scoop.

If surrounded, the enemy cannot be controlled by a spell alone that inhibits the attack.

However, if the Spirit of Counter Strike (Reciprocal Aura) starts with the operator.

At the very least, I can bring it in for discussion.

And I got more results than I discussed.

Yut, who tried to turn back his heel with the body intact, punched him in the face.

Now my leg hurts.

This is the pain Ren has suffered. No, it's only part of it.

With that in mind, there was nothing to say.

"Wolves are no big deal."

Yes. There is no way a human can fight a sorcerer (wizard) if he squeezes his wits.

Preparation. Always, must be prepared. We must create a favourable battlefield.

If you can't do that, buy as much time as you can.

With Valtroude, he'll rush right at you even if he gets hit unintentionally.

With Larsia, he'll calmly cover for you.

With Exile, it would wipe us out at an overwhelming rate.

What Yut should do is survive properly until then.

With Alcia, he heals me as long as I live.

So we need to grow in this forest.

To be strong enough to have an adventure with everyone.

The results will be visited in concrete form the following day.