Again, there are many mysteries. Impossible.
With that in mind, I had to conclude that.
So is the history of the three of them, and so is the origin of the food, and more importantly, the mystery about me.
Although I have made a reasoning about my origins cheaply before that I am a forsaken child...
Apparently, I'm starting to feel suspicious about that too.
... Why can't I see the smoke cooking?
Recently, if there is a human settlement, I thought there should be cooking smoke at this cultural level...
Even if I've been careful here for a while, I don't see that kind of smoke at every hour, in every direction.
I don't know how far away the smoke from the cooking is.
But to pull a thin piece of knowledge, there must have been a calculation asking for distance to the horizon.
A three-square theorem by making a right angle triangle on the condition that one side is (radius of the Earth) and the other side is (radius of the Earth + eye height).
So, it should have been about four to five kilometers or there.
… Of course, it is suspicious that this applies as it is to this world, but enough for reference.
This four to five kilometers is even longer if you raise the position of your point of view, for example by standing on a hill.
Talk about the Great Sailing Era, when a ship searches for land, this should have been the reason why a well-eyed sailor searches from the watchtower above the mast.
And since this calculation, of course, is the distance to the horizon, anything higher than the ground beyond the horizon can be seen even further afield.
The same goes for the mountains and so does the smoke in the cooking.
So it's not like a kid with a bad eye would be in the area a few dozen kilometers or so long if he searched the hilltop for smoke that went up high.
However, there is no smoke cooking within a few dozen kilometers of the surrounding area. I mean, I can't discover any traces of human life at all.
How this relates to the abandonment theory is simple.
In addition to being an abandoned child, there must be a parent who couldn't raise him and abandoned him.
But by the moment I realized in my past life, my body wasn't even supposed to be a year old.
The baby's body is brittle.
If I threw it away, I wouldn't take it as far away as possible.
For example, we do not have to travel all the way to an abandoned city inhabited by the immortal, clearly isolated from human society for at least a few dozen kilometres.
But when a normal adult male traveled on foot on a well-maintained road to some extent, he should have traveled an average of about 30 kilometers a day.
If you throw it away and think of it as a return trip, that is, a day at 15 kilometers. More than that, you'll be in the wild in a secluded area.
This is crazy.
If I was really a dump, what kind of parent would I be crushing a day and going wild but going far to dump a baby! There is nothing else to say.
If so, isn't it unlikely that I'll abandon the child? We have to consider the possibility that
But when you think about where I'm from, no other good idea comes into being.
It wasn't even born of a strand of wood, and I have a biological parent somewhere who must have come to this abandoned city.
No way, a child I made before Marie and around Brad went undead, that means... there won't be.
The three of them probably went undead at the same time as that city.
I was definitely the first because I had spilled a few pompous stories about when that city remained the same in my everyday conversation.
The city is deteriorating a lot over time, not ten or twenty years, so it's not the right time.
It would be impossible to be undead 50 years ago or a hundred years ago and have a child eight years ago.
Furthermore, it would be more annoying to have sexual intercourse and become pregnant while still in an undead state.
There won't be a decent metabolism, and Brad doesn't have a real male organ.
Then those three are definitely adoptive parents, not real parents.
I don't know my history. [M]
I wonder if the possibilities are the most plausible, such as a nasty couple in a traveling life thrown away.
However, after seven years of traveling, I feel strange because people have never been able to get through here.
Whether you think about it or not, I don't know.
…………… Who is this' I '?
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"Will?"
"Wow!?
My shoulders jump.
I was unintentionally thinking about it. Surprised.
"Duh, what's wrong? My hands were stopped..."
"Sorry Marie, I was thinking..."
Marie chuckled.
It would have been beautiful if I had lived here, but now I'm a little scared of that.
... Well, I'm usually used to that fear.
"Is that a thought…… but it's hot. Let's finish the work and think about it in our house."
"Yeah."
I snort, and I shake up again. [M]
I couldn't use it at all at first and could only put the blade shallow into the ground, but now I can put the blade deep into being a child.
... Soil is quite heavy and stiff. In a child's body, it's such a heavy labor.
This is a vegetable garden by the temple. Since it is summer now, tomatoes and Obergine are brightly colored.
They've been abandoned for a long time, but they're collecting and managing vegetables that were once again wild because of what I've done.
Herbs such as thyme, lemon balm and mint and lavender were planted in the area along with insect repellents, and the unique dark aroma was mixed with the smell of soil.
Now she's helping Marie to wake up a piece of soil that she hasn't used before in the vegetable garden.
They want to use it for summer sprinkled carrots and fall sown potatoes and onions.
... We all learned Marie how to tell the names and discernment of these vegetables and herbs and how to sow them and harvest them.
Although I learn martial arts from Gus and from Brad, I feel like I have the most to learn from Marie.
From familiarity and toilet use, courtesy, classic nursery rhymes for children, and old stories.
Or how to grow vegetables, take care of farm tools, weave cloths, how to wash them, how to clean rooms well......
When I follow Marie, she doesn't look disgusted with anything and tells me politely from scratch.
In a convenient past life, I had a broken and arrogant life, so I'm ashamed that I don't have any decent life knowledge.
In that regard, Marie had legs on the ground.
Marie would be the best in terms of her ability to live, even compared to Gus, who has floated away, or Brad, who is a little barbarian.
He sleeps regularly, wakes up, pulls out weeds from fields, dries futons, cleans temples, and does a lot of chores every day.
And they teach me the basics so that one day I can live alone.
If Marie hadn't been in this temple, I might have been a loser again.
... There is just one mystery to Marie like that.
Several times a day, she wanders into the temple hall.
I pray, but it is said that I should not enter the hall at that time.
Besides, Gus and Brad are somewhat beside each other, keeping me out of the hall.
Really, though I may just be praying in silence and not getting pranked by the kid's me...
In the midst of all the mysteries overlapping, I also have myself wondering if I might be involved with any of them.
…… Shall I make sure?
That's what I thought as I flipped over the ground. [M]
Something might grab the thread to solve the mystery.
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... In the meantime, I decided to use Pseudomonas.
When he was training with Brad, he seemed unwell and offered to "get some rest".
Because of the seriousness with which I did it on a daily basis, Brad and I didn't have any particular suspicions. He believed this and told me to rest in my room bed.
Then, for a while, he watched me in bed, but after a while, he went out into the woods to see if he could hunt for something refined.
Because of his personality, Brad would not wait long by the bed, which I read was a hit.
Then, as he left the room with a sneak foot, taking care that no one would find him, he snuck up to the hall.
I opened the door little by little so as not to make any noise and peered inside...... at that moment I breathed.
- Marie's on fire.
In the temple hall, put a silver basin right in front of you.
Head to a sculpture depicting God.
Illuminated by a thin band of light slipping through the skylight.
Kneel.
Put your hands together.
All in all, he is doing prayerful tricks.
Despite the white flames all over its body and the fierce smoke rising when it buzzes.
- My head turned white.
She jumped in screaming, but Marie didn't even notice me.
As if she had become a stone statue, Marie doesn't lose her posture.
I'm praying.
A rush burns thoughts.
Sweaty.
My ears are so loud.
I realized late that I was screaming so loud that my throat was slit.
But even if I scream beside him, I have no reaction.
Anyway, trying to do something, I reach out my hand to Marie's body wrapped in fire.
Her body was burnt, red-hot and carbide.
Touch.
I can burn my palms, too.
I draw my hand reflexively to the fierce pain and anguish.
- I immediately twisted down the reflex, wondering if you found out.
I don't mind trying to hurt you.
Marie is in danger. It's dangerous!
The agony of burning thought was paralyzing everything.
"Brad! Gus! Come on!!! Marie fucks Marie!!
Rocking Marie, I screamed in a golden voice.