Ancient language magic and prayer are used to dispense poison mist, purify fountains and break down poisons scattered in the soil.
By then, Menel was also somewhat calm.
"... It's a body, what do we do?
"I don't care what you do, we're both out of hand.
It will take a long time to dig the holes that every human being fills. "
… well.
I have certainly heard that digging trenches for one person in the army or something, or trenches for a jug, depends on the softness of the soil but takes over an hour.
There are nearly twenty victims, so if you try to dig a grave that won't be dug up by the beast, both of them will be in such a cool job.
Then no burial is possible......
"So, what about cremation?
"The human body has a lot of water. You don't have enough fuel to burn it."
…… most of all.
Of course, the phrase is different, but it's a powerful phrase that ashes every person…
In case you misspell it, the risk is terrible.
As Gus taught, the power of the Word has never crossed it if it can't be used.
"The river is a long way from being buried in water."
"It's a long way from going back and forth."
If so, it is concluded that
"In the meantime, keep an eye on him in one piece so the beast doesn't eat him...
Bringing back people from villages in refugee status and then burying them?
"That would be reasonable."
And I hesitate unexpectedly when they say it.
Many corpses are black-burned in flames or have missing areas because they are eaten away.
"……… Are you okay?
"You're not undead, which means your soul has returned in peace.
I don't have a problem with my body being slightly worse.
That makes him cry a little... but he'll be there. "
You remember earlier, Menel shifts her slightly red, swollen eyes away from me.
"I live in a free village on the border, and I don't have a problem with corpses as bad as they are."
Speaking of which.
There was no one in the first village who looked shocked by the very fact that the dead came out in battle.
I guess death is normalizing.
And it's not about life expectancy or anything, it's about death in worse ways.
"Okay."
"Then run alone, I'll go. Can I ask you to keep an eye on him?"
"Roger, nice to meet you."
Menel nodded and went back into the woods.
I looked around and looked out of the village flat where I could dig a hole for the funeral.
Pray, take charge, and carry hand in hand against the wreckage dotted in the village.
Pray, take charge, carry.
Pray, take charge, carry.
Pray, take charge, carry……
Even, repeat it.
Repeatedly, I thought.
This situation is………
Perhaps it's not just around here that there's a unified order, no justice, and nothing through the logic of the strong side.
At least a section of the area known as the Beast Forest, or a wider area, seems to be in a similar situation.
Also, dangerous beings like Warcraft are still rampant without being driven out of the realm of life.
And when there is damage caused by them, there is no buffer mechanism (buffer), or because it is extremely scarce, the production and reproduction of food robbers is repeated.
This is a pretty terrible situation, even if you just asked.
Of course he said, "Well, that's their culture, too, and their choice. It's not about strangers interfering." But it's not about distracting a calm third party, a neutral bystander, or not being able to do it.
Because there's no way that social problems on a local basis can happen in the overnight work of an individual, giving up and not tackling them from the beginning is an option.
In fact, I'm apparently a pretty strong category in my arms, and I have some magical powers and a bundled fortune.
If you want to live in peace without noticing yourself, etc., then it will be easy enough to do so.
Somewhere, if you get into an urban area that's not too loud to come from, you can handle it. It will.
So the problem is………
"What am I going to do?"
Also, as in the time of Immortality, it is a sudden encounter with the kind of back boss from the first hand.
I think Kimaira, the boss of the table, can win in due course if we don't meet from the front and screw up the procedure, but the social problem of the back boss can't even be chopped up with a demon sword to win.
… I wondered what the problem was, but it was unlikely to come to a conclusion.
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After a while Menel led the way and the villagers returned to the doomed village.
They also looked shocked when they looked at the village again.
Even though Chimaira's souvenirs could have been eliminated, it's still a terrible disaster.
It was much later in the afternoon, so we gathered the remaining agricultural tools for a while, and we all mourned the wreckage.
The poison fog is clearer, too, and if you don't bury it, you could send in a warcraft other than Kimyra.
That's why I had a simple funeral.
Everyone soils a little bit in turn toward the wreckage lying in the grave.
As I watched it, I chanted holy sentences in imitations taught by Gus and Marie, making it a funeral just like it was in the previous village.
The shape around here really seems to need to be learned in contact with a cleric who belongs to a decent organization somewhere at once, because it just makes that seem like a reference to everyone's story.
"So, um... what do you do? Coming up."
The house is almost burned down.
Crops won't work either.
Even if we can do something about the poison in the soil, we can't let it regenerate to dead plants.
I mean, there's no house, there's no food.
If you really only have a robbery route, then worst of all, let them have the money and disperse it among the neighboring villages...
Though I thought so.
"Hahaha! Well, look at that."
The villagers laughed at my serious expression.
Invite me to start digging back into the barn soil and all that.
".................. ah"
One after the other comes out of the bottom, a mound full of grain and a pot full of alcohol.
"There's usually a story around here about baking and robbing."
"Yeah, well, we'll figure it out when we get back. Go back."
"I don't feel like taking care of all the clerics, don't worry about me."
Those who went into the woods around the village also return with food and materials where they had hidden them.
These people don't seem to be going to crumble easily either, as the previous village used me to make a good profit.
Due to the repeated land pattern of production and reproduction of food robbers, sagginess.
"... I am so relieved"
At least it would be an extra treat for me to take care of some of it for the rest of my life.
I'm just saying that Kimyra was a little too helpless this time around.
They're going to be good without me.
If so, what I think is not to take care of the whole thing.
What can you do by adding it from me……….
An impromptu tent that lines up in no time.
The fire that starts to burn, the lively voice of the women starting to cook.
Apparently we're talking about opening up some pots of alcohol, combined with the mourning of the dead and the celebration of their return.
I'm listening to such interaction. Not to mention, I noticed.
"………………… that?
Menel disappeared some time ago.
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I said no to the villagers and went out looking for Menel.
Read the Word of Trees and Soil and somehow walk through the woods with a hit.
…………
Aroma of dry forests in winter.
Deep green evergreen trees in trees with wild bone-like leaves falling.
The sun leans a lot, and from the west, the evening's cedar.
A cold breeze blows through the trees.
It's getting a lot dimmer around here.
"……" Light (Lumen) "
Light the ears of the Moon gently.
I can't let my guard down.
There's just been a Warcraft raid, I don't know where it's coming from.
I was not willing to fail to be vigilant.
I look around, I walk step by step, I think.
Apparently, I enjoyed breaking up with Aunt Marple a lot.
Is Menel okay?
That would probably be like mourning Brad or Marie for a sudden incident if you were to replace me.
... Say it and they'll notice again, but it's pretty tough. This.
I just met him yesterday, and I don't think I can do anything about it.
Maybe all he needs is time to rethink alone and I'm an extra treat. [M]
Just still.
- Can I ask for this fool for a second?
They did ask me to, so I'd be obliged to see how things went.
On top of that, if he doesn't need me, he just needs to turn back.
Whatever it is, I've never even seen a living human before in my life.
I don't have any experience with interpersonal relationships, so I'm already prepared to explode from the beginning.
You just have to be bored later, even if you're ashamed.
"…………."
As I walked so determined, I reached a slight climbing slope.
I can see the stone walls or some wreckage stretching along the slopes.
A fluttering, phosphorescent fairy passed in front of her so that she could dance and play.
After a moment's twinkle of the fairy, he looked up and found a small ruin buried in the trees.
The tower of watch, I wonder.
Built on a little high ground, it already left its base and collapsed away, where the fairies were blinking like fluorescents.
It's as if you care about how someone is doing.
We're sneaking around in the ruins, whispering to each other.
... Definitely, right there.
Proceed carefully with your feet, paying attention to rolling moss stone.
As he climbed up the slope and circled around the collapsing stone wall, his vision opened.
"Ah..."
Destination looking down from the high ground.
There were ruins of a vast stone city.
Countless houses along the radial streets, bridge legs on both banks, river ports and warehouses.
All of it was wretched, ruined, and the changing colours of the sunset lit up the city half submerged, all gently.
"…… Hello, Will."
Broken watchtower.
He sat with one knee in his arms at the base of one evergreen tree, rooted between the stones and extending diagonally.
White skin illuminated by the sunset. Slightly pointy ears overflowing from rustling silver hair. Worried jade eyes.
The fairies' phosphorescence, from time to time, dances around.
"Menel"
- He was there.
Even if he's depressed, he's a painter. I thought about that out of the blue, saying that Mitsuya got it. [M]