Maou no Hajimekata

"and…"

Oul suddenly feels dizzy and brings it to the wall. Oul felt the symptoms.

Magic disorder. Even the magic in my body is almost missing after being cut off from my dungeon. The use of witchcraft, albeit slightly, would have made my health worse.

Nevertheless, it was odd for Oulu to be in such a state in the first place. It's not surprising that we've been in harmony with Marina all night without replenishment, so some wear and tear, but it's odd that we're losing enough to get sick.

"... idoneta, urovnob"

Floro tells Oulu that and leaves the room. Slightly as Oulu waited for the malaise to subside, Floro returned with the water and bread in the cup.

"Ignum lovnob"

And gently hand it to Oulu. Eat, I guess. Did you think Oulu's malaise was hungry, or did you rest? Either way, the meal contains a slight amount of magic. Oul thankfully tried to eat it and stopped his hand.

Bread that is dry and hard as a stone. Clearly unsanitary, smelling water with impurities floating around. From Oulu's point of view, he accidentally raised his face to its content, which was worse than leftovers.

Place the dish on the floor once and explore the nostalgia wondering if Oulu had anything. Fortunately, a bag containing the cheese and dried meat I was carrying as an emergency meal was found.

Oul shredded it small and poured it into the cup, awakening the heat and warming it up. Sorcery that invokes only heat is difficult to control, but consumes less than flaming sorcery, and doesn't burn wooden cups.

When I soaked a thousand slices of bread in the soup that I recreated that way, it tasted only slightly but better. I would also like pepper for carrots and onions if I could, but it would be a luxurious demand in this situation.

And when Oulu ate about half of it, it sounded strange, inadvertently loose. Seeing those who sounded suspicious, Floro was pressing his belly and dyeing his face red.

"─ Oh."

Oul is ashamed that his thoughts were not extended. I mean, this girl gave me what I needed to eat.

"I'm sorry about that. You eat the rest."

Oulu presses the plate and bread against Floro. Floro was shaking his head as bewildered, but as Oulu sat down and just said he didn't have the ears to listen, he slowly began eating bread on the soup to imitate the Oulu.

"Atsusgunob......"

The look on her face, pounding and grunting, breaks like a flower. And watching Floro begin to eat as he was obsessed, Oul swooped into his thoughts.

Why the hell am I in this place? Where the hell am I? Why is magic lost from your body?

It would be quick if Floro could ask me, but I can't get through the hatred and the words. It is not impossible to let words pass by the kind of means you once did to Utsu and Zana on different continents, but it requires you to interact with them.

The imitation of the boulder forcing the benefactor of his life to sin was long overdue, even though he was a demon king and a feared oul.

"Oulu."

When Oulu returned to me by name, Floro put his hands together in front of the empty plate and stared at Oulu.

"Njorbapak, Njanob, Savahi, V"

"Never mind. The life you saved, the food you gave me."

I don't know what you're talking about, as always, but Oulu responds appropriately.

"Idoneta, urovnob"

She left the room again, leaving the same words she had heard earlier. Perhaps it means "wait here". That's how we're going to have to learn the words one by one, Oul sighed.

In the meantime, I've learned to some extent that "Ognasalprama" is a cursing word and that "Rovnob" is an expression that hits "Please (Pleas)," but how long will it take to be able to communicate properly in this minute?

Floro came back after a longer time than earlier. Something like a blue quartz crystal is held in its hand.

"What is this?

"Ignum, Rovnob"

It's Rovnob again. Floro handed the crystal to Oulu, saying so, and made him do a gesture that would open his mouth and put it in.

"No way... eat this, you mean?

"Ignum, Rovnob"

When Oulu asks, Floro points to his mouth and repeats the same words. Apparently, that's not true.

Nevertheless, if you intend to harm Oulu, you will be doing so while asleep. There were various possibilities to shift to the detriment even if it did not cause harm, but I can't help thinking about it. Never mind, Oul put it in his mouth.

Hard crystals melt saggily as if they were ice when included in the mouth. I didn't taste it.

"Do you understand my words, Oulu?

But the next moment, to the words that struck him in the ear and nose, Oul grabbed Floro's neck.

"You... what have you done to me!

"Word,... remember, I got it, I..."

Floro speaks so bitterly as he is strangled.

The words you can hear in your ears are "Njotslov, Val, Sinrelli, M." Yet the meaning was clearly understood by Oulu.

body (...) is (...), (...) works (...) Ri (...) weird (...) eh (...) et al. (...) and (...) y (...) ru (...).

There was no discomfort whatsoever. No pain, no shock, and the magic in my body keeps flowing perfectly normal. That, in turn, was even creepier.

"Answer me. You..."

Ok, Oulu realized there was a fuss.

"You, what's wrong with these eyes?"

Floro's left eye. One of the black eyes, like obsidian, has not captured the focus.

"This is..."

Open from Oul's hand, Floro turned away gently, not complaining. Until recently, it wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Let me see."

Oul touches Floro's head and scans her eyes with magic. Of all sorceries, medical sorcery is what he is best at.

"... what is this?"

And he did it, and her eyes were in a state that she had never seen.

Floro's left eye is completely blind. Nonetheless, there are no eye or nerve scratches whatsoever. It was as if they were putting in an extremely sophisticated model.

"Yes... no"

Oul himself had never actually seen it, but he knew only one way this could happen.

Deal with the devil. They prefer blood, magic, and souls, but in some cases they may demand abilities or parts of their flesh. Just now, I've heard that people who value their eyesight are going to be like this.

"You... you sold it, your eyesight"

What the hell is it for? That was something you'd know if you thought about it a little. How has a daughter like you who appreciates and drinks water like soup been able to get stones to remember people's words?

"I have two eyes..."

I suppose Floro also realized that Oulu had learned so. That's what she replied when she smiled like she had noticed.

"But this was the only way I could tell you. Oulu, do not show others that you can cook"

"Why?

That kind of thing isn't big enough to be called cooking in the first place. Oul blinks at words he never thought he would.

"They'll take it away"

"Just like your eyes."

As Oulu said, Floro lay down his eyes.

"You sold your eyes to tell me that?

Assuming they take away the skill of cooking, Oulu doesn't have as much trouble. I don't have that much skill, and even if it's gone, I'm just talking about polishing it again.

That's not true.

But Floro said so clearly.

"Oul. You have helped me. We must reward you for that. With that skill, you'll be able to get out of this bottom line."

"The bottom line?"

Floro nods and answers Oulu, who asks the parrot back.

"This is the bottom and bottom of the wall. It's the place to go, though it's taken away."