Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

"... definitely. He's dead. You managed to clean it up."

When she saw the cuts on the double-headed lizard (Dubell Lizard) lying by the water exposed to a black-borne stomach, Clemens stood up wiping the body fluids scattered on her jacket with her fingertips. The silver hair with roughness and habit fell on my face, and I watched my body fluids dripping from there and froze my face.

Releasing his shoulders on Clement's words, the chestnut-haired young man wields a magic sword, wipes it out and puts it in his sheath.

"I was wondering what would happen in the meantime...."

"Absolutely. I didn't think the sightings were wrong."

Face to face, shoulder to shoulder.

It was an expedition in response to a request to destroy the Great Lizard, but I didn't think it was any more misleading information. Usually, it is a habitat for lakes, marshes, and rivers, and the difficulty of killing large lizards that occasionally attack small animals on the ground is B. Since when did an aquatic beast who lived in the river attack livestock in a neighboring village and come at the request of a villager who was having trouble coping with it?

"I didn't think a lizard would come out."

Drop a gaze on the wreckage of the beast that rolls at my feet. One of the two necks breaks up with his torso, and the other one leaves a long tongue hanging from his mouth, peeking into a world that is not the world with cloudy eyes.

The client said that there were two large lizards, but the actual appearance was of two large lizards. A double-headed lizard. A mutant species of the Great Lizard.

If it had been a lizard, we could have dealt with both of them who had just been promoted to Class B the other day, but the difficulty of crushing that mutant twin-headed lizard is unknown. In any case, there are only mutant species, and the number of individuals is extremely small. Therefore, there is little information, the ability to fight is extremely high, and the fact that the body color is the opposite of silver to that of the Great Lizard is only conveyed in rumors. When this appeared from the river, the two letters "retreat" grabbed its head for a moment.

Each of the two necks moves separately with will, one releasing an ice needle and the other exhaling a poisonous breath. Though not lethal, it would be troublesome to become a prey to the poison that paralyzes the prey. With unimaginably agile movements from that giant body, we were able to relieve our attacks, exhale magic and poison, and then strip our nails and teeth, and in no time they were covered in wounds.

I managed to get back on track and decided to take each head at the same time. Because I thought it might be better to treat the body as a different person than if the two necks were moving separately.

The operation bore fruit. The neck that emitted ice magic was cut off many times with a double sword while Clement, who was proud of its speed, and the poisonous breath of the neck was exhaled by a chestnut-haired young man - Alec used his good magic sword to block the poisonous glands in his mouth, and the sword protruding into the brain heaven was replaced by a lightning rod and thunder magic was successfully disabled.

Alec stabbed him with a magic sword when his two necks stopped working.

Approximately twenty minutes between encountering the Beast and the completion of the Enemy. By the time I got here, the two of them had been completely soaked in bodily fluids, and the wounds were all over them. They both laughed bitterly.

"You look terrible to each other."

"Absolutely. You were right to bring me a change of clothes because it was a waterfront battle."

Your body is covered in mud and double head lizard fluids, and your hands are covered in scratches. Sturdy clothing sewn for adventurers is torn everywhere and bloody bare skin peels off. I have to wash it off early and disinfect it. It would be troublesome if bacteria or strange pathogens entered.

"I'll collect the evidence. You're gonna have to bathe first."

"- Oh, I'm sorry. It was good that it was summer now. I can't take a bath in winter."

With his fingertips picking clothes sticky with body fluids, Alec undressed his gear and revealed his upper body while still distorting the face of the boy. Years ago, even though she was still thin when she ran away, she is now completely forged, muscular, and exposed to brilliant physical beauty.

After watching him start bathing in the water, he cuts off a part of the beast's body that he needs to prove his crusade is complete. In order to show that it was a double head lizard rather than a large lizard, the two necks were packed in a special leather bag and the mouth string was tightly tied. Then, the parts that were likely to be processed into medicine, equipment, crafts, etc., were carefully cut and packed in sealed containers and leather bags.

I found something good.

When the work was finished, Alec, who had finished bathing in the water, lifted up what he had.

"Huh. Waterfowl. It looks delicious."

He seems to have been caught up in a battle with a waterfowl that is also dealt with in the city's restaurants. Unlike other waterfowls, it should be seasonal now.

"Just right. Do you want to bake this tonight?"

"That's good. Definitely better than dried meat."

Face to face and laugh at each other.

There's a problem.

It's nice to have some delicious meat, but it stays round. You have to do it first. When he saw Alec, he shook his head.

"No... if it's a fish, I can fix it."

Having spent his childhood in Tris surrounded by abundant nature, Alec often fished in the neighboring river with boys in similar circumstances to poor households. I also knew how to fish. But it seems to be different when it comes to animals.

"What about you? Clements"

On the contrary, I was asked, but I had to shake my head.

"Unfortunately... as you know, I grew up in King's Landing."

Clement, a merchant from Zach's parents' house, the House of Faucher, was born and raised king of the capital. It's embarrassing, but I only saw meat and fish with fillets until I left King's Landing. Of course I didn't know how to handle it.

"I see....."

The two of you look at the waterfowl in Alec's hand.

I don't know how to do it. But it would be a shame to give up like this.

"--I certainly had to start bleeding."

Alec, who was thinking of remembering something, pointed to the neck of a waterfowl.

"Drop your neck, hang it upside down and drain the blood."

I see.

Drop the neck with a sword as told and hang it on a tree branch close by with a rope. I dug a hole directly under it so that blood fell there. In this way, all you have to do is bury it.

She bathed herself while she was bleeding, and then helped each other to disinfect the wounds that were out of reach.

Clement, who helped to heal Alec's back, frowned. Is it a nail scar? Though it wasn't so deep, the wound that had been determined by a distortion that could never be said to be shallow was likely to remain as long as it was not cured by magic.

"This looks like a scar... go see a doctor as soon as you get back"

"... I thought it would feel so good."

Disinfect carefully, apply ointment, apply a clean cotton cloth, and wrap the bandage.

The scars on my back weren't all new. Some have been blocked for a while, while others are older and have become familiar with skin tone over time.

(It was beautiful when we first met)

The white, glossy skin of my childhood is now covered in scratches without shadows. Without anything, I would never have been able to live a life like this with a few scars.

--I 've never heard of him directly. However, I only heard that I was born and raised in Tris and lived with the father of King's Landing only in the first half of my teenage years. But Zach brought him here, a man with a background who had been a close relative of the royal family and a legitimate son of a prestigious duke who had held a leading position in the Knights. It was easy to predict something that wasn't of ordinary origin.

--The third prince of the bastard who ran away from the royal family at the same time and dazzled himself. He was forced by his own nobles to contest the right to inherit the throne, neglecting to become the shackle of a friendly fourth prince and choosing to go down to the city well himself.

(It's a terrible thing.)

Had it been for nothing, the Fourth Prince would now have stood on the stage of politics as a close associate to His Majesty in his youthful reign.

In fact, it seemed that the person in question rather liked the life now. That's why I'm an outsider and I don't have the strength to hurt my heart, but I feel unbearable when I'm there.

"--Looks like you're bleeding out."

While I was overwhelmed, Alec returned to me with a voice that I had already changed at some point.

The blood had already drained from the hanging waterfowl and it was completely cold when I touched the tip of my feet. It's still warm around my stomach.

In the meantime, let's decide on a campsite.

I just don't feel like eating with a lizard in front of my eyes. Either way, if you leave it like this, the beast will come towards the dead flesh. You may want to camp nearby, but you might want to keep some distance.

"On that hill?"

Alec points to the hill away from the riverside. The water field is also close, and even if there is a sudden increase in water, it will be sufficiently low.

Fill a hole in which the drained blood has fallen, pack the luggage, and pump water into the leather bag. After collecting the suspended waterfowl, he walked toward the top of the hill.

Boundary piles were placed at campsites and designated locations, and appropriate stones were put together to make simple stones.

"... so how do you cook this?"

……

I had never cooked anything that looked like cooking, but at best I warmed the can with the lid open directly on fire. I can't possibly have experience cooking bird meat.

"If it's fish, I can bake it and eat it."

The sleigh and Alec muttered. There are many kinds of river fish that can be caught nearby, and the guts are also delicious. Simply shake the salt and grill it. If you're not good with guts, just leave them there.

But what about the waterfowl?

"... what about your guts?

"Ah... no, I wonder."

……

……

I try to think face-to-face, but I don't know anything about cooking in the first place. Good wisdom could not have come to mind.

Shouldn't we just bake it all?

"I see. That'll save you the trouble of cooking. Fish can also be roasted in the gut."

The two of them laughed hard because they thought it was a good idea. Regardless of the size of the fish, it is honest that I would like to avoid handling the organs of birds and animals if I could.

Burn the fire quickly, repair the appropriate branch, and insert it into the bird.

Speaking of which, what about the feathers?

"If you keep cooking, you'll burn it down.

That's true, too.

Later, my former hunter's colleague taught me that it was a great mistake to burn all the feathers and organs as they should have been removed beautifully, but now they had no reason to know.

The branch was fixed to the tree and the waterfowl began to roast. The wings gradually burn and burn, making a chill sound. Along with that...

"... hey"

"... what is it?"

Both of them moaned with their hands covering their noses.

It smells terrible.

"... that's right."

The scent that drifted from the beginning of the broiling was not what I expected. Somehow, it stinks. The smell of the beast. It's far from appetizing.

"That's the smell."

"What is it?"

"... of the former slaughterhouse"

"Stop it."

The dialogues that were said to deceive the unspeakable feeling of anxiety were cut off briefly. Certainly, it's not a pre-meal conversation.

The waterfowl burns in front of the silent two. The feathers had burned down, but it seemed like an ominous omen that they were burned anyway. Anyway, even if you bake it this far, it doesn't look very tasty. The expression "burnt bird" is more fulfilling than the whole grill of a delicious bird.

As it burned, a strange smell increased.

"... the smell of wings... this is..."

"... maybe..."

The smell of the beast sniffs like when I approached the birdhouse.

"You can eat..."

"... if you can't, you can peel it off and eat it."

I see.

--Eventually, the waterfowl burned up in front of two people who were completely silent. Remove from heat, put knife in and peel off. A good amount of roasted bird meat appeared from under the skin. It looks delicious. Face to face, exhale relieved breath.

The meat was cut to an easy-to-eat size and placed on a plate.

"... then, shall I take it?"

"... ahh"

I can't get rid of my bad feelings. That smell is still drifting.

Clemens silenced with the meat pierced into the fork, but carried the meat into his mouth as Alec had decided. It was contained in my mouth and stopped moving for a moment, but I started chewing with wrinkles between my eyebrows.

……

"... well, what do you say?

After chewing about three times, Alec stopped moving.

"Gh...."

Together with moaning, the eyes of purple blue became tearful.

"Hey,"

"... I'm sorry, I can't..."

With that much to say to Clement, Alec rose up vigorously and disappeared into the shadow of the tree with his mouth pressed. A loud cough followed by a violent murmuring sound.

……

Return your gaze to the meat at hand from where Alec disappeared. I slowly put it in my mouth.

Mog, mog. At that moment, I chewed it twice.

――!?

After the burning smell, the smell of raw and beast is also a very warm smell. What do you mean, if I stick my head into a swarm of birds in a birdhouse and stuff my mouth full of bird feathers that have not been cleaned or disinfected? It is certain that it is no substitute for human consumption. I even have respect for beasts who drink wild birds raw and whole.

As Alec stood up, he ran into the tree opposite him, and hurriedly dug out the dirt and spit out what was in his mouth.

"Gu, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh."

The smell sticks to my mouth even though I spit it out. This is probably not as good as rinsing my mouth.

When you return the soil and bury what you threw up, you hurry back to the camp. Alec, who had already returned, was drinking the vial with tears in his eyes. It is a strong alcoholic beverage to notice. I see, then the smell may disappear.

Fish the luggage, take out the bottle of liquor, and gather momentum. The smell of alcohol spreads the moment I put it in my mouth, but when I pass my throat, the smell of the bird strikes me again.

"No, we have to get rid of him, or the smell won't go away."

Grab the remaining whole grill of waterfowl and dig a hole into the root of the tree with a sword sheath. When it was filled, the smell seemed to have been reduced somewhat.

"... I did poor things to that bird."

"... that's right..."

I was caught up in battle and died, and I was finished by a very tasty dish, buried in the soil with little mouth. I feel sorry for the waterfowl in the pathetic end, but if you make it a waterfowl, it will be a clear and extra favor. I didn't ask you to eat it in the first place.

……

……

Clemens looked at Alec. His usual daunting face is now pitifully distorted, but he probably looks the same.

"... it's not something I'm not used to."

"That's right...."

I saw the place where the soil was buried with eyes like a dead fish. Then the two of you drool.

The taste and smell still stuck in my mouth.

--It is a bitter memory of a young day with a strange smell.