Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

"Oscar, I'm sorry we're discussing this. They're here again."

Grantham, who came into the cottage, had his face up with his head on.

"Again..."

"I kicked them out, I'm fine, but I'm sick of their persistence."

"Even the monster got out?

When I asked, Grantham shook his head and sighed.

"I'm a missionary. They're coming to a camp with refugees like this."

"When I say missionary, do you mean Earthly Divinity or something around here?

"That's not a decent place. It's the emerging religion of Piyopiyo."

"I'm not going to make a fool out of God, I'm not going to make a fool out of him, but I'm going to make a fool out of that fucking name."

When I face him, Oscar takes over the explanation.

"They come to places of misfortune and they always say: The wounds and holes in your heart, it is God, Master Piyopiyo, who fills them. Believe in Master Piyo, if you do, you will be saved."

"I'm sorry, I know you're a bird god, but tell me God is at Master Piyopiyo's. The only thing I can think of is leeches."

"Those guys love humans with weak hearts. Faith is free if it truly supports the heart. But most of the people who try to increase their followers until they get here like this are not rocky."

"Hex is the toughest time to rebuild now. The missionaries will come again and again to find a man with a weak heart, even though we are not yet taken in because we are blindfolded."

Granzam shakes his head in jealousy at Oscar's description.

"If one can be a believer in a camp, it will later gain momentum like a cold. Sometimes when you become a severe believer, you become a puppet of that denomination."

He said he was wearing it in his heart.

"That's worse than a monster. But since the residents here seem to have a strong heart, it didn't feel like they were going to fall into religion."

"Mm-hmm. That's... a couple of residents have been killed since the other day... My anxiety is spreading."

"Like what?

When I heard him, Oscar nodded.

"It was also quite bizarre, with the bodies of those killed being put on trees around the camp. It's like getting a thousand limbs chopped off, a belly torn open, and a neck tied with an organ..."

"There's always a message left for places where I don't think very humans have done it. Sacrifice of the devil... in blood letters."

"It's horror. That's why the children outside were so frightened."

Hear the devil. I look at Lunaria and she has just a little lonely look on her face.

I hear that Lunaria and Ingrid, half-demons, have been persecuted by pureblood demons and by humans. Probably remembers that.

"Of course we think we're the work of a wild, low-level demon in this case, but if you don't like it, young lady, you better lose sight of those feathers."

Granzam says so and sees bat feathers stretching out of Lunaria's side head.

"Okay. I don't want to intimidate you, either, and I know the devil can see you like that from the beginning."

As she wrapped her handkerchief around her feathers and enchanted her cloth, the cloth penetrated and the bat feathers were invisible.

"It's a transmission camouflage made of hyde dragon skin. The light can be refracted to render it invisible. That will be enough."

"Um... Could that be chameleon dragon skin?

"That's right. It's the drunk guy I'm all over. They're deconstructing and reusing the translucent membrane."

"Can I be a transparent person if I cover my whole body with that cloth?

"It's possible, but I'll never give it to you."

Why not!?

"Because it is visible to abuse. Bathrooms and strippers."

"I won't do that, just enough to use it for a little trick or something..."

"My eyes are swimming."

If I could be a transparent person, then we'd all do bad things. I don't trust people who don't do the opposite.

"We'll get through this demon thing. Never mind you. [M] Yeah, you said you wanted to mine a mine, right? I'll issue you a mining permit, so you should go later."

I said, "I'm sorry, I'm here in a tough time."

"That's not true. Only to this extent can it be returned to us. Until we're done collecting the ore, are we here? Bad, but I want you to use one of the temporary homes"

"He said I couldn't be that sweet. We have a tank we've been riding, so we'll sleep there."

"... you really are an itchy man. I don't mind if you sleep in my bedroom..."

Oscar dyes his cheeks just a little while whitening his glasses.

"Thanks, but I won't let it bother you," he shook his hand and we went outside the cottage.

It was when we all gathered in front of the tank to head to the mine after we received our mining permits.

Lunaria stared at the camper and remained stopped.

At the end of his gaze are elderly people who do seki and men with crutches walking.

"What's wrong?

"No... there are people who are catching a cold and looking to suffer, or people who are injured but leave it there..."

"Speaking of which, you said there weren't enough doctors at all. Because there are so many humans, it's impossible for healers to heal each and every one of them, and it may not work very well for older people who are less naturally curable."

"............... I don't know if I can tell the symptoms. I don't know if this goes through the heel or not and I end up leaving it...... If I had the right knowledge, I would heal quickly..."

"Do you want to go?

"What?"

"Mr. Lunaria is sweet, so I was wondering if I could leave someone like that alone"

"No, I'm not helping anyone."

"I'm a virgin devil who helps out without looking at me like that."

"What is that genre?"

Lunaria grins with a crunch.

I want a system that doesn't save these people, and I want no clerics to drink even nail dirt.

"Ma'am, then I'll show you my good part"

"You're opening a Lunaria clinic."

◇

I instructed Orion and G-13 to mine the ore, and I left Aerica in command.

Remaining in the camp, me and Lunaria asked Oscar if we could check on the residents, and as soon as the OK came out they asked me to rather ask for it.

Then he joined forces with a team of healing magicians (healers) in Wall Knights to carry one of the cottages as a retrofit clinic.

The opened Lunaria clinic instantly becomes very popular, and a long line of snakes can be made of people who seem ill.

The hospital director at the time moves around busily shaking his long hair and responds to a variety of medical conditions.

"My leg hurts and it hurts..."

"That's a fracture... this will heal you, so head for the Wall Knights tent"

"The kid is hot..."

"Beat the antipyretic. A viral disease does not heal. I'll give you the medicine, so use it twice in the morning and night."

"Thank you"

Don't judge me with great speed...... Because of the handcuffs, I've been helping next to Lunaria, but this guy has great processing power.

When we use machines like baseball speedguns to find the exact area affected and the cause, we immediately derive how to deal with it and apply the treatment.

Even though this guy is really a mechanical engineering specialist, I didn't know he could have a medical department.

No, I took care of a lot of things in jail, too.

"I'm sure Ingrid said he was a genius..."

However, no matter how high Lunaria's processing power is and how much she says she works with Wall Knights, it's hard to judge a hundred patients.

The difference in quantity becomes apparent as it is over time.

"Shit... I'm not turning around..."

Another five hours from the start of the examination. Lunaria keeps checking on the grump without putting in any breaks.

There is sweat on her forehead, and the letters of the medical records she creates are getting rough.

"Mr. Lunaria, you should take a break."

"I've been waiting for hours already. If I take a break, they'll get worse."

Lunaria who says so and doesn't give in at all.

For a minute there are just specs to be judged, the deception is bad. If I get completely flat, I'll give up.

Besides, the people who have finished their visits tell them about her by word of mouth, and the patients come endlessly. No matter how quickly you judge me, I don't feel at all diminished.

After another three hours or so, her complexion became worse from fatigue.

Naturally, this is all the time, because I keep checking up without slowing the pace at all.

Not like this, I'll make a stop.

"Mr. Lunaria, it's a stop. Let's end this today."

"No, we still have quite a few people left"

"It's a physical limit. It's night, are you going to continue until morning? Your body will break if you accept it indefinitely."

"I can still do it"

Kuh, too stubborn. No, it's too late for this guy to fall like this.

When I try to force you to stop, the clinic door burns! and the sound was once opened, and a slurring model body shape woman came in smiling.

The person was Chris, who came back from ore collection.

She stays in Nico's face, taking up the medical records Lunaria has and interrupting the examination.

"I hate you the most."

"What, what is it? Are you here to interrupt..."

"Well, if I say out of the way, out of the way."

Chris pushed Lunaria out of the way, taking off the white coat she was wearing and weaving herself a feather.

"It's a doctor change. I'm not a medical person like you, I'm a pharmacologist."

"Beh, you don't have to get involved..."

"I'm telling you I'd have trouble seeing a hello doctor. And."

When Chris looked behind him, a group of our members had gathered outside the open door who had finished ore mining.

For some reason, a red cross is painted on the fabric of the Nahal bathing cats, and it says' Angel in White 'on his back.

Seeing a woman in mechanical armor just coming in that group, I got tense all at once.

"Oh, that..."

"Master, we have collected the ore. Now the machine treats patients (Kranke) as medics."

[Die Job]

G-13 lining up behind Aerika turns the drill with Guinn.

"Die Job G-13 to Dr (Doctor) Erica!?

"What, it's Mr. Erica, isn't it?

"Mr. Lunaria, she's Doctor Erica. He is famous in the back society as a white dark doctor!

"And white darkness?

"Master, call the machine before this happens"

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect so many people to come. I didn't have the means to bring everyone back."

"When calling the machine, fill in the city bulletin board as XYZ"

City hunter.

Doctor Erica holds a drill in one hand and a scarecrow in the other, making the visor of the helmet shine.

"Begin treatment (op)"

My grandfather, who's been waiting for a check-up, said, "We're not talking about this! I came to see a pretty girl!" and twitch. After all, were there many patients for that purpose?

But the words crippled Doctor Erica's eclampsia. "The machine is also a pretty girl enough," and a tragic treatment began.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

That's Doctor Erica and Die Job G-13. There is no mercy for treatment. Anything has nothing to do with the treatment, I started healing Grandpa's crooked hips with an Argentinian backbreaker.

It's a great way to treat it, the beeping sounds and Grandpa is white-eyed and blowing bubbles.

Only Doctor Erica would be able to treat such a novel and aggressive treatment.

I'll leave this place to them now. It's okay.

◇

Lunaria and I went back to Oscar's cottage once to take our first break in eight hours.

There was no one in the cottage and there was a boiling pot, so I got hot water from it, added honey and lemon to make hot lemon and offered it to her.

"Thanks......"

Including it in a bite, she leaked her voice softly.

"Delicious."

"Thanks for that."

"You can do anything by surprise, can't you?"

"There's only about a million things Mr. Lunaria can do."

"That's humble... I can't believe I could do it"

That kind of Lunarian tone is low. Apparently, it's the rest of my heart that couldn't complete the treatment until the end.

"I'm sorry, my sister often tells me that too. You want too much perfection..."

"That's right, a little easier..."

"But my sister is perfect. Perform the perfect operation under any circumstances and try to complete it… that's Ingrid… my sister."

"... could your sister be a complex?

"It's not like that. I just... I've always thought you needed more strength to line up next to your sister."

Lunaria smiles powerless.

Well, maybe I found out just a little why Mr. Ingrid dropped her off here.

I hugged Lunaria all the way through the recess.

I'm surprised. An empty cup rolls down the floor from her hand.

"Oh, that!? What's wrong all of a sudden!?

…………

"Well, I'm afraid of that silence..."

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Mr. Lunaria is Mr. Lunaria. Mr. Ingrid also said you were a genius."

…………

"You're a really hard worker, so you don't have to stick around. It's more attractive to work harder with a few holes than the perfect person."

"... Um..."

"Yes."

"... shall we marry"

"It's suddenly heavy."

"Right"

Lunaria puts her face on this chest and shakes her head to the side twice and three times.

And when I look up at my face from the bottom, I laugh at my cheeks as I dye them.

"I like to be spoiled by you -"