That Person. Later on…

A few days have passed since the poisonous swamp incident. But for those few days... no, my body is still very heavy. I'm not tired, but I can't move my body properly. Something was swirling in my body, or I felt like I was about to mingle with a foreign body inside, that feeling had been going on for a long time, and I never had enough strength. Especially on the first day I couldn't move badly, I even spent some time asleep. Now it's somewhat better to be able to move, but sometimes the feeling of mingling gets worse and you can't move. I really don't know... I guess I shouldn't have taken the poison...

In that state, I'm headed for Mr. Garrett. Around lunch, Mr. Strong Face came to the inn to celebrate his pleasure in the hall, and he wanted to thank me, so he came to call me. I remembered that Tata asked me to come too, and I decided to go with Mr. Strong Face. When we reached the hall, we were greeted with applause from the guards, but it was tight to get bashbash shoulders slapped or something. Stop ~!! Stop now ~!!... Still manage to smile and walk into the hall with all the guards. The cat beast man, who hates this one furiously, was also disgusted and applauded by the look on his face. I'm not happy to be applauded for such a face.

There were no broken objects or traces in the reception room, instead there were large tables and numerous sumptuous dishes on them. Mr. Garrett approached me with his hands wide open when he found me.

"Yo!! You're finally here!! No, I was saved then. Thanks!!

Bash bash!!

Yes, it hurts!! Stop slapping me!!

After that, we tasted the food and had a chat as Mr. Garrett urged us to. It looks like Reagan will be coming later today, not open for pleasure. Once again, Mr. Strong Face thanked me, and when I had been thrown many words of gratitude by other people, such as "thank you" and "thank you", I shrugged.

"No, Tata...?

I thought it had happened after I said it, and I put my hand on my mouth, and when I looked around, everyone who was nearby looked at me and looked at me smiling slightly. Ugh... embarrassing... then Mr. Garrett, who was just nearby, approached me.

"Oh, you did. That's what I want to see. I didn't realize."

I was told slightly. Come on, if you were fit, you'd have beaten me... you picked up your life, Mr. Garrett...

"I can't take it off right now. It won't take that long, 'cause I think it's coming soon...... hey?

With that said, Mr. Garrett led me to a room and told me to wait here and leave. Huh? What is this? No, it's not like I want you to be alone... but well. I sat straight on the couch and took a breather. Thank you, honestly. Something was rumbling from inside my body from earlier and it was tight.

"Gu... ugh..."

I can't stop sweating. It's getting hard to breathe. I fell unconscious to sleep on the couch as it was.

... Mmm...

When I opened my eyes, Tata was there... like... no... wake up... I can...

........................ I don't know...... it smells sweet...... and something... wrapped under my face in something soft...... feels good...... oh... you're making my body feel better...

Ha!!!!!

This has happened before. The usual inn room if you look around. Meal is just sleeping beside me...... hahahaha!! Have you fallen asleep again? How did you get back this time? No way, you wouldn't give Mr. Strong Face a princess hug or anything... if you were to harass Mr. Garrett or Reagan for listening. Please!! May it be that I sent it in a carriage or something!!... Speaking of which, it looks like Tata was in her sleep... Hmm, I can't remember at all. I think they did something I need to remember...

Not at all remembered!!!

Something I can't remember... I feel like I've lost a page of important youth. Ugh... I don't think I've done anything... I'm sure...

You're always right about something if you say so. There is no feeling of fatigue in the body or mixing from within. I mean, it feels like you're overwhelmed... overwhelmed?

... No, no, no, no, no, that's not possible. 'Cause I didn't do anything in particular, it's strength to this point, I haven't worked out, and it doesn't make me stronger... there's just a verse that comes to mind. It's a particle of light generated after drinking poisonous swamps. That particle disappeared into my body. And then ill... the feeling of mingling... if it was that my body and particles of light were trying to integrate... and integration was over and I was back in shape...

... Okay. Let's see. I'm sure I've been ill before, so I'm just illusory that the undone recoil has made me stronger. Must be.

I took out my guild card and drowned a drop of blood.