Survival in Another World With My Master

It was a long fight. I overwhelmingly had the experience of battle, but there were three opponents. All three of them are healed, and even if they defeat one, they recover the fellow who fell while fighting the other. Moreover, the opponent gradually learns and gets stronger. It was a depletion battle that was hopeless to me.

We managed to win by finally ensuring that Ellen, the most resilient, was always defeated as a top priority. Ellen had the highest overall power, Amarillier was tough, and Berta had high attack power... In the same situation, she probably won't win next time.

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We're all lightly dressed for breakfast, but we don't have a conversation. Not in a bad way, they're all still blurry or fluffy... perhaps the stimulus was too strong. All three are carrying sweet, heavy breakfast into their mouths from the morning of the hot cake and milk I served from the inventory somewhere over the sky.

"People who eat stuffed meat - yes, raise your hand"

Three eyes gathered on me, all hands raised. I hear voices from the outside, and my appetite seems to be fine. Well, if we leave him alone, he'll be back in time. I'll take the dishes out of the inventory, put two large bowls of meat like Frankfurt in each of them, and put them in their seats.

The three of them suddenly turned bright red and showed a violent reaction, thinking that they had somehow stared at the stuffed meat. Ellen drops the fork and puts her hands on both cheeks, Amarier covers her face with both hands, and Berta rubs around her stomach as she mops. What do you associate with that, guys? Well, I was only aiming for a little bit.

Good morning, both of you.

"... good morning"

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Good morning, sir.

I could hardly hear Amarier's voice sound like a mosquito, but all three of them seem to have regained their sanity.

"Don't leave your bowels full."

Yeah, I'll have some.

Ellen picks up the fork she dropped on the table, sticks it in the gut, and gropes. I wonder why it's a sight to hum, haha. Bertha started eating stuffed meat with a delicate look on her face. Amarier doesn't seem to have gone far enough, and her face is stuck with her hands covered. Your ears are bright red.

Time for silence begins again. But this time, it's not because it's above the sky, it's conscious. Some people are muttering something that they don't know whether it's a prayer to God or a word of remorse with a mosquito whispering with their hands covered, but Ellen is shy, so Bertha... what is it? You look strangely pale. Being aware of my gaze, Bertha smiles embarrassed.

"To be honest, I gave up what I called the happiness of a woman in the middle of the day."

"Why again?"

Belta is beautiful, and I think she can catch as many men as she wants.

"I am the Inquisitor with Eleonora's side, and I also serve as an escort. The Inquisitor is the only thing that pulls men away."

"Yes, it is."

You don't seem interested.

"Belta is Belta, and I don't think so. After all, titles are just titles."

In the first place, I heard about the Inquisitor's title yesterday.

"If the crying child and the silent Inquisitor get caught, it will be intact."

"Yes"

Berta nods happily. No matter how swallowing the Inquisitor's title may be, I don't think he can beat the Liberation Army Commander, the newborn Queen of Merinard, or the Witch of the Black Forest. I don't want you to worry about that in the future.

"So, how long has Amarillier been doing that?

"Uhh... it was..."

Slightly open the gap between the fingers of both hands covering your face, and your eyes meet through the gap.

"Wow, I, ah, did that... uhhhhhhh..."

"Amarilier....."

It was bottomless.

"Don't say that!

Amarier shouts and pushes herself down to the table. It was big enough to follow my plan, but the order of descent was Ellen, Berta, and Amarilier. Amarillier was either totally unbearable or, as Berta said, without a bottom, or tough, so I decided to attack him carefully at the end. I think that toughness is a good match for Merty, to be honest.

And I said, "You know, I've been dating Koske, too. Koske."

You're doing well.

"Anyway, Amarier, we're not going to be able to fight it alone. I mean, it was a lot easier back then."

That time was the first time I spent the night with Ellen.

"I don't think there's any need to be too much trouble... how long will we keep talking about this?

Ellen dropped what she had to say before I broke in and coughed one up with Cohon. I guess I thought it wasn't a conversation that a lady would have in the morning.

"Mr. Amarilier, get back on your feet."

"It's impossible....."

Amarier shouted pitifully while lying down on the table. This is a serious injury.

I'd like to hang out with three people all day if I could, but the world isn't that sweet. We're not here to spend the honeymoon, we're here from Merinesburg to calm the country down, so we can't be too cheeky. It's my job to get along with them in a way.

"The Virgin and the Messenger of God will do the charity."

Silence.

The Adolese priests let the people who came to receive the charity sit on the benches I prepared, the wooden boxes, and so on, in the order in which they came first. I give people charity with Ellen as I look at it sideways.

"Oh, oh... it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt!

"Ah, I can walk! I can walk!"

What we did was treat the inhabitants of Griselburg. Ellen is a miracle, and I use life potions, cue poison potions, cue diseased potions, and sprints in my inventory to treat them.

It seems that treatment by Adolphus is carried out frequently, but it is basically during some festival, or when a high priest comes to visit, it feels like that. Normally, it seems to be a miracle treatment given to an Adolescent church with a considerable amount of forehead.

Speaking of charity this time, it was to appeal that we who visited the city were not harmful to the people of Griselburg, and at the same time to appeal that my presence was a servant of God standing next to a Virgin named Ellen.

Remove medicine to cure injuries, illnesses, poisoning symptoms, etc. immediately from nothing, and heal limbs that are difficult to heal by magic or miracle with cloth and wood with no aberration. Well, depending on the way you perform, it may or may not be a God's messenger enough, but it may seem unusual and special.

And they are professionals in such performances. There is nothing to their right about sublimating a mere human being to a sacred existence through preaching and rituals. All I have to do is shut up and follow the scenario they made. Specifically, you should dress up in a slightly luxurious priestly costume and treat the residents of Griselburg smellily.

The sick and wounded are brought in, which is difficult to stand up for, and they are fully healed with my life and Cure Diseases potions. Naturally, since it has been completely healed, I have been lying up with a voice of anguish and people have risen up with a cheerful face. Otherwise, the disease healed with a clean face! It won't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt! I raise my excited voice.

Originally, it seems that sometimes I use sakura that is not sick, injured or anything at this time, but only this time. Griselburg is a city of comparable size, but it is inferior to Arihibourg, and many people in the city know about it if they have suffered from illness or injury for many years. I'm going to bam him back.

"I honestly thought it was a messenger of God, but this is...."

"Magic doesn't look like a miracle, but it's real."

"I know I'm a bit of a magician, but I don't think that's magic or a miracle... something more amazing."

There are a lot of people who are coming to see us when they hear that there is something big going on. In other words, a street stall that sells food is becoming a little festive at some point. And you can hear the sightseer yo-yo me from the wild horse. That's an Adolese sakura, maybe.

That's why Ellen and I were treating Griselburg's injured and sick people one after the other in the crowd loop.