Ohanabatake no Maousama

"What about Mr. Darten and Mr. Sanatoria?" When he sent the fallen Sanatoria to his bedroom, Darten came out of the room and shrugged lightly.

"Oh, no, I can't do it for a while. Big brother. There's nothing wrong with my life, but it's better to think of it as something useful for a while. I guess you have to get up for three days? "

With only the god of battle, dartene has the power to heal those wounded in battle. In particular, treatment of trauma such as bruises and cuts is easy. However, he seems not to be very good at illness.

"I have no choice. Let's do this without Sanatoria." If Darten, a second-class fighting god, couldn't do it, Kuders wouldn't want to go out of his way. It is possible to borrow on the battlefield if you do nothing, but there is a proviso that you do not have to keep the prototype as a person.

"Operating strategy ... let's decide what we want to do first." "There's nothing out there," Kouders nodded in Gunnard's words. After confirming his consent as the owner of the land, Gunnard cut out:

"So, first and foremost, I want to secure the prince. Bad, but as long as I'm a resident of this country, I can't afford it." Perhaps I have no loyalty to the prince himself However, it seems that they cannot be ignored because of their patriotism.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Is that OK for Adelia-san?" Kuders shakes, and Adelia looks back at Kuders with a stern face and notices the gaze of himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been thinking a bit." "Hey, princess. Why don't you do that?" Usually, Adelia, who should be paying close attention to the words around her The sky above without listening to people is really unusual. It was no wonder that others knew there was something.

"The first goal of this operation is to reclaim the prince." "That's right. Yes, of course, I'm no different." Poor crispness. She can't say nothing, but she wouldn't say why ... she's a high pride, so she doesn't want people to know her weaknesses.

He turned his head to a small side, as people around him turned to Kudels for help. It means that it is better to go ahead. After swallowing a sigh, Gunnard decided to move on to the next topic.

"So, the second goal is to suppress the watermelon farmers who rebelled as originally intended. I can't afford to leave a single stock." "No objection. That such a troublesome and relentless creature, a single creature. I will not go to

After all, it is alive even if it is broken apart and has enough vitality to work individually. If you have one leaf, you can get the root out of it and regenerate it. If we did, we needed a way to get rid of all the roots.

"Then it was painful that Sanatoria came off, and the trump card would have eroded the enemy's entire body with illness and negate its regeneration ability." To be transmitted to It is unlikely that such a power would be so suitable for exterminating watermelon farmers who have tremendous regenerative abilities and the ability for separate organs to operate independently.

However, if Sanatoria were forced to do so, it was more likely that they would suffer damage that would leave aftereffects. What happened ...?

Cohon and Kudels coughed out as Gannard thought. "On that point, I'm thinking about how to counter it here." "Huh? What's the way?" Kouders was supposed to put down this watermelon farmer's rebellion without the help of others. Certainly, it was not strange to have any countermeasures.

When Gunnard urges him to talk, he removes the bottle with the nostalgic purple liquid and places it on the table. It's a dubious liquid. It is a purple color that makes you instinctively cold just by looking at it. At the center of the rosewood table, a glass jar made a bang and the sound resonated loudly.

"It's a pesticide. Plants have a structure that absorbs water from the roots, but in fact, it also has the weakness of automatically sucking in if there is a liquid in it." It's an effective, but quite aggressive method. "Poisoning is, to say the least, a less praised form of fighting in this world. It would be something like an assassin who uses such a thing. As Gunnard frowned, Kudels shook his head as he saw something unexpected.

"What are you talking about? Are you hesitant to use pesticides to combat weeds?" In the first place, is the poison bad, but is the curse of Sanatria's sickness good? I want to say…, but there seems to be some difference. Kudels has no idea what the difference is.

"It's a weed ... it's a bit difficult to break it down. It might be a plant, but it's a mammal, it moves around like a mammal. Kill it with poison? It sounds like a bad joke, but we're not assassins or hunters, we're adventurers, and we're not top-notch, but top-notch ... " With a bitter smile, Gunnard is even more puzzled.

"I can't figure out why you need to do that. To be honest, I don't know. I don't think anyone would hurt anyone, but I think this is the best choice." Is so pure, merciful, and terrifyingly heterogeneous. His face had a love for his companions, but he can't help but be honest with the form of love.

But that didn't mean that Kudels was bad. It's just too normal for him, and his heart is obviously not a person ... it's just that. Affection from different ethics, but it can't be done by a face in this place, such as demonizing and despising it as satanic affection.

"Bad, save it as a last resort. First, we want to do as much as we can." Gunnard tells his best to Kuders, who is afraid of the sparks falling into his future. Met.