Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

Five years ago.

Heinkel seems to have fallen by the Black Forest.

All I remember is my name.

I can't remember anything else at all and I was suffering from amnesia.

Get paid in a nearby city and stay on the adventurer.

Though I started wandering the country while searching for memories, I can't find any definitive tips.

In a hurry, he visited Bolt, an independent commercial city here… he said he met Fioria.

"Are you someone I know? … then take a look at this"

What Heinkel took out of his nose was a goldsmith's pocket watch.

The outside is full of scratches.

When I opened inside, the clock needle was not moving.

Looks broken.

On the back of the lid, a crest representing a scale (libra) was engraved.

"I miss you. That's what I gave you."

Twenty years ago, the last time I met Heinkel,

Fioria had given her a gold watch as a farewell.

"Well, you are……………."

Heinkel nodded as if he felt something.

"Often, I dreamed about it. It's the remnants of a long memory. A broad meadow, a gold watch, and a woman blinded like the sun.... I want you to tell me one thing. You were my lover?

"Yes?"

Fioria pointed her gaze at Heinkel, "What are you talking about?"

To supplement this one, Heinkel's appearance is so brilliant that the word "above" is not enough.

If you put a smiley look on your face and even a sigh on it, then everyone will fall in love with the opposite sex.

Not to mention if you were asked if you were a lover, even if you weren't, you'd accidentally say yes. Exactly, demonic beauty.

Despite this, Fioria doesn't move.

Twenty years ago, I guess Heinkel, who was a boy, was also close to me because she was not confused by her appearance.

"That was a silence, forgive me."

"That was a surprising cliché."

"... sorry. When I talk to you, I settle down for some reason. I feel like we've been together a long time. So, on."

"Then there would be the possibility of a sister or sister. A lover is too much of a leap.... I'm relieved that the fundamentals haven't changed. It's your specialty to distract others."

"Wait. What have I done before?"

Of talking to others, the two go through the back alley.

"In the meantime, let's go into the store somewhere. I'll tell you about the old days."

Fioria suggests so.

Of course, Heinkel tried to snort at this.

"Is there anyone who can use restorative magic! If you're there, come to the walls!

A scream from an adventurous man jumped in.

The independent commercial city of Bolt is surrounded by walls.

When Fioria and Heinkel went outside, it still presented a situation like a field hospital.

A thin cloth is spread over the field, where many wounded are lined up. Priests, wizards, and thinkers seem to be in therapy, but the results don't seem ridiculous.

"Hey, you there. What the hell happened?

"Ha, ha!?

Catch a young adventurer who looks slightly injured and ask about the situation.

"Uh, actually, there was a cocatrice out in the woods nearby..."

Cocatrice is a large demon with dragon wings and snake tails on the chicken's head.

Agility unsuitable for giants and the power of giant streets.

The mouth that is shaken down says it will even crush a chunk of iron.

But more terrifying than that is the poison mixed with exhalation.

Even if he's a big, muscular man, he loses his life in less than a day if he gets poisoned breath. It even pollutes the surrounding environment and turns it into the earth of death in three days.

"Please hold on! Hold on!

"Damn! What a fierce poison! I can't detoxify you!

"It's not just poison! Look at the injuries too! This guy, he can't stop bleeding!

Screaming everywhere.

Cocatrice's poison is very strong and cannot be detoxified unless it is superior water magic.

Priests and exorcists in treatment, unfortunately, were not that powerful. All you can use is medium water magic. The limit was to slow the progression of the poison.

"Somebody go get help to the King's Capital! The high priest of the king's capital should be able to cure it!

"You can't make it! It's been a day in the carriage from here! He'll be dead by the time he gets back!

"Because you can't do it like this anyway!

Driven into a situation where there is nothing we can do, priests, adventurers and magicians, all exasperate and absurd their voices.

The venue became miserable, and the immediate air began to drift.

- Calm down.

There, Rin's voice echoes.

"Trying to save someone is important. You have no one left, and you have a wonderful heart. … but it's so sad that you're going to wake up."

Fioria looks around at the gathered crowd as she tells her so in a soft tone.

"Your struggle, I will never waste it. … leave the rest to me."

That would be a good place to be in big language.

But her words were strangely persuasive.

Everyone here couldn't help but be sure that "this will work out".

Fioria takes a deep breath.

Focus your consciousness.

It used to be called "the unhealed Virgin” and so on.

It's not impossible for her right now.

"Clean healing light (clear heel light)"

Downpouring is a light similar to the raucous sunshine of spring.

Golden particles drift around, wrapping the wounded.

It neutralized Cocatrice's poison in an instant. And even restore the vitality taken from them by poison and heal their wounds.

Only when will the groans of suffering disappear and the wounded begin to rest calmly.

It's a miracle, too.

The people who were treating me looked at it without words.

The figure of Fioria, illuminated by the golden light, is, nevertheless, like a goddess.

Some were so moved by the divinity that they wept.

Even others, more or less, dwell the colour of worship in their eyes.

"No, you're not."

But Fioria shook her head.

"Fortunately, there are no casualties, but that's because you worked so hard."

Turn your gaze to each and every one who has been healed.

Well done, I almost smiled like I was going to labor.

"I managed to make it because everyone desperately cared for me.... Be proud. This miracle is what you attracted."

Then Fioria activated the flying magic.

The map of the area is in my head.

Head to the nearest forest.

"…… It's terrible."

Cocatrice was designated as an Associate Top of the Danger SS in the Adventurer Guild…

Contamination by virulent poisoning becomes a problem while also becoming more ferocious. It will be too late for this forest. Already the soil has turned into a poisonous swamp, and the trees are sinking into it.

"Kay! Kay! Keh!"

Cocatrice squeal.

Oddly kang high, makes the tympanic membrane tremble uncomfortably.

Fioria sighed.

"I can't see it, I can't hear it. - Do not leave any dust behind, but disappear."

Originally, the crusade of Cocatrice will be very difficult.

Because of the danger of poison, melee combat is not possible first.

All we can do is count and magically make it a metta shot from a distance.

But Cocatrice has a very good eye, and he has a crush on her.

It is often attacked before a magical attack begins, making it a life-threatening quest...

In her, common sense doesn't work.

Irrational in the shape of a person.

That is Fioria di Florence.

- The Staff of Divine Punishment.

Released with all its might, it wiped out not only the cocatrice, but the poisonous swamp and the loaned forest.

The next day, a skinny, middle-aged man yelled at the Adventurer Guild in Bolt City.

"Ah, those woods! It's my territory! That's, like, burning it down without a question, what's going on!

This man's name is Count Signe.

He was one of the Tristan nobles and famous for his stubbornness.

The forests where Cocatrice emerged were just at the end of his territory.

"If so, it's compensation! Compensation! I want you to pay me right here! Call the Alliance Master!

The guild's receptionist was completely frightened by Count Sign's sword screen.

He is trembling and entering the floor.

... In that appearance, Count Signe seems to have been inspired by his abomination.

"Ku, Ku Ku, if you look closely, you look cute. When it comes to working in my mansion, well, I don't have to add or subtract some compensation..."

"You're a bastard just like you were twenty years ago, Count Signe."

"Down, down, down, down! To me at the Adventurer's minute... hey, hey...!

Guild reception.

From behind it, the golden girl represented herself.

"I was just talking to the Alliance Master. What burned the woods had nothing to do with the Adventurer Alliance. What this Fioria di Florence did with discretion. If you have any complaints, tell the Duke of Florence's house."

Over the Alliance counter, stare at the Earl of Signs.

"Gu, uhh... Huh!

"Anything, you can appeal to the court. Shall I wear black and white at trial?"

"…… Ku, oh, remember!

Count Sign throws up a third class line and escapes.

He himself understands.

The area contaminated with cocatrice can no longer be burned down thoroughly.

There's nothing wrong with Fioria at all, and this one's just going to lose even after the trial, he said.

Yelling at the Adventurer Guild was expecting go (...) ne (...) gain (...).

"Were you okay?

"Yes..."

Reach out to the receptionist who was sitting around.

As Fioria smiled, the receptionist blushed and leaned down.

"Nevertheless, Count Signe, you haven't punished me at all.... I wonder where the reflection went twenty years ago"

Once Count Signe is cotempered by Fioria as she tries to get her hands on a maid who works in court.

"If there's no room for improvement, you don't have to be a lord anymore. If you beat him, he'll come out with dust, and I think I'll get a replacement for the Earl of Signs."

Fioria assembles her plans for the future in her head.

Let Lex investigate Count Sign, while I meet Heinkel.

I don't know what it was yesterday, because I couldn't talk about the old days.

Then a week passes and one news arrives from the Church of Monad under Fioria.

Says,

"I recognize your achievements in the city of Bolt and entrust you once again to the Virgin. He appeared in the Holy City of Millenia as soon as possible."

It was.

Fioria's view of it is something like this.

"Odd, a return to the Virgin is just a name.

You're going to call me back and make me look for the man who did the blackmail. "

It is new to my memory that a letter of intimidation was received from someone named W. H. to five people in the upper ecclesiastical level of the Church of Monad.

So far there doesn't seem to be any dead people out there, but their fears should be growing day by day.

So I guess I'm trying to feed the Virgin and get Fioria to help me.

"Well, what shall we do?"

Fioria thinks.

I don't mind saying no, but it's not a bad idea to visit the Holy City for the first time in a long time.

There is also a desire to identify the vessels of the present Pope and the present upper levels of Monadianism.

Moreover,

"Because of this, shall I take Heinkel too? It's home to him. It might inspire you to get your memory back."