I had Meir drop both wings of the balm bird, and biomagically adapted the meat to the wound.
Strengthen your vitality with therapeutic witchcraft to remove the fear of debilitating death.
Afterwards, magic flows through the body of the balm bird to examine the magic flow in the body.
"No, I'm glad I'm a female. Now it looks like your worries are gone."
Some hands force me to convert with biomagic, but I'm not that familiar with balm birds.
We need a female sample to make a female out of a male.
"Oh, Meir, get the demon stone out of my luggage. Guy with about a fist grip. And a red bottle."
Meir gave me the bottle and the demon stone with a strangely polite hand.
It's not such an easy substitute to crack when it comes to bottles, and the liquid inside is also a catalyst for the cheap stuff I bought from "Chimera's Tail".
After I received the bottle, Meir wouldn't let go of the demon stone.
I try to pull it off but it doesn't work.
"... Meir, what's up?
"It's okay... even when you're going to hell... Meir, I'll follow you"
Meir said in a tearful voice, then finally let go of the demon stone.
Oh, such a big deal......
When I did something similar in the settlement, Giselle let go and admired me.
Well, maybe the senses are fading a little because he did a pretty good job of calling it a ritual and pulling animal organs out as a Marlen settlement.
Maybe it's because of that.
Embedding demonic stones on the back of balm birds and sprinkling the contents of bottles.
Put your hands on a wet demon stone and let the magic flow as you slowly change the wavelength.
Reactions, magic flows, flushed magic strengths and weaknesses, hypotheses.
I carve data into trees with a wooden carving knife.
We gather enough data to wake up balm birds where we can see the full picture.
"ত ু ল ু ন (get up)"
When I wave my wand, Balm Bird opens his eyes patsy.
Although behavior is controlled by witchcraft, paralyzed from the throat to areas other than the top, and wings are swollen, so you won't be able to escape in case.
"ক ্ র ম (commands) ক া ন ্ ন া (rings)"
When I gave orders to Balm Bird, Balm Bird opened his big mouth.
"Baaaaaaaa!"
This sorcery is like hypnosis that causes simple motions to be performed.
Conditions, controls, and magic fuel consumption are poor when hanging, but small animal opponents can move to poor performance radicals.
It's a sorcery that was written in a magic guide found at the hidden door of the chief's library.
It's the hardest part of mastery.
Some things are easier for hypnotic witchcraft in people, but this is the only thing an unspoken animal has.
I'm just not willing to use that kind of magic on a human opponent.
"Baaaaaaaaaa!"
The wavelength of the magic that flushes, sending it down to your throat as it shifts quality.
Along with this, the ringing of balm birds changes slightly.
"This is the squeal when you get into an escape posture. We're almost there."
The fact that we were able to reproduce the special ringing when we entered the escape posture should also allow us to reproduce the ringing immediately when we entered the estrus phase.
The problem is that I don't know how the balm bird sounds during its estrus.
I just have to hit to see if this voice is.
It's just a voice that animals make as an appeal to the opposite sex, it wouldn't be that dirty.
Unlike the ringing during escape posture, which informs your companions close to it of the danger, the ringing of the estrus period needs to be allowed to reach even the heterosexuals who are far away.
That should sound at the same level as the former or far beyond.
"Bahhhhhhh!"
Two hours after the start of the experiment, at last, it came.
Beautiful neat tone sounds far away.
The moment I heard it, I was convinced it was definitely this ringing.
"Mea, we finally did it! There you go!"
"... Yes"
When I held up the balm bird and showed it to Meir, Meir responded as if she had squeezed it out hard with a slightly stretched face.
Well, you don't have to pull that far...
I put the balm bird on top of the stump.
Balm Bird peeled his eyes off and kept squealing as he drooled liquid out of his mouth that he didn't quite understand.
"Meir, it's time for you to put up your bow. Coming."
I say, put your finger on the head of a balm bird.
Balm Bird stopped squealing and gently closed his lid like he had finished his role.
"Huh? Coming, what..."
Before I could answer, my temper spread through the woods.
The trees shake and the leaves fall, and a glimmer of wind blows.
And
"" "Baaaaaaaa!
From all directions of the forest, a large number of balm birds appeared.
That number, all combined, would be thirty.
"Hiya! Isn't this a bad idea? Isn't that a little too much? Hey, Abel, Abel!
Certainly more than expected.
Maybe it's a smaller squeal than it should be.
This is going to attract anything other than balm birds.
Maybe we should finish hunting early and move.
"Anyway, shoot me, shoot me, shoot me. It should be a good practice."
"Didn't Abel tell you that bird was coming for your eyes!?
"Don't worry, I'm the one who's getting too close."
Meir bows in tears and releases to a herd of balm birds.
It didn't hit the leading balm bird, but it hit the balm bird behind it.
After one balm bird falls to the ground, the other balm birds perceive the situation and turn themselves in unison.
Balm birds obstinate in the air, connecting with each other, bumping into each other and falling to the ground.
In the mayhem, some balm birds kicked their mates and fled with us first.
On the other hand, some smooth balm birds approached my modified balm bird, spreading their wings and proposing diligently.
Isn't there a little too much of an individual difference in head?
The balm bird, who just kicked his buddy and ran away, fell to the ground with an arrow hitting him in the head that Meir removed after aiming at the other balm birds.
The balm bird I was proposing was making sure that the rolling balm bird was lifted and kicked before it moved and was flying away slightly bored.
I watched 'You're lucky at the end of the world,' soaked in a little dry sentiment.
When the hunt was over, there were about twenty balm birds falling around.
I let the other ten escape rather than...
Honestly, I hunted too much.
I can't take it home so much. For once, we're going to need to bring a carriage or something.
"Done...... finally"
Meir went into the spot, out of breath.
"Me, Meir, were you shooting well? Were you able to help Abel?
He asks anxiously.
"You'd be good if you could hunt this much. If you redeem it all, it'll be a lot of money."
The only problem is how to take it all home.