The next morning it was raining.
It changes with hitting yesterday, the sky visible through the window is gray, and small droplets fall apart from the sky.
I woke up from my bedroom rubbing my sleepy eyes, glasses on and gazed out the window.
Rain falling from thick, dripping clouds.
The village landscape is also smoking white. The rain grains are making new ripples soon to rest in the water puddles on the ground.
In the garden, where everyone shrugged around, the stony oven was pounding into the rain.
The rains of this period are the protection of spirits that bring sprouts, the ancient village says.
"Spring rain......"
Yeah, all alone, but my feelings were clear as opposed to the weather. Because one of the major projects that has been on the agenda for the last few months has finally been completed.
The pill you see in the vial you put on your pillow is a fundamental cure for pram.
Treatment is the work of replacing at the genetic level the very mechanism of the body of the plasm, the artificial life form (homunksl), that is, the "nucleus (core)" made of "dragon man's blood" in the cells, with a vast magical formula. I mean, this is a crystallization of a number of magic formulas, even in the form of medicines.
All the magical items that Lentomia has taken to Metanostadt's magic shopping district many times to buy them all - such as luminous stones, gems, medicinal herbs, rare animal bones, etc. - are catalysts to keep them as "entities" by anchoring magical rituals that do not originally exist as shapes, and they have experience in both choosing and buying them.
I've been thinking about the way to treat Plum, but it would have been impossible if Lentomia, who is good at magic, hadn't thought about what kind of technique and ingredients we need together.
I have only assembled a specific procedure in accordance with that wisdom.
It also uses the power of search magic (Gogol), or "cheat magic of knowledge", to gather and assemble pieces of knowledge from super ancient magical civilizations that you could not possibly have known.
Of course, the synthesis process takes enormous effort and time.
It would have taken months for me to complete my work alone, thanks to Lentomia and the fairy Metius, in just about a week.
Fairy Metius is exhausted and asleep in my secret book.
Let me put it down for a while.
"Hmm..., hey Greg, are you going to wake up already?
Lentomia, who slept next door, struck a turnaround.
- What, Lentomia!?
"Damn......!? It's time for me to wake up..."
I remember. We fell asleep together in the evening with the momentum of joy that the medicine was finished.
It was true that the two of us were going to "double-check the manufacturing process", and we were looking at it in this room with a tactical information display (tactics) floating around, but soon we got sleepy... with each other on the bedside (betting) in a very natural flow... they fell asleep.
That's all there is to it, and it happens all the time. Nothing wrong... right? Yeah.
Half an elf leaves her sleeping hair on, peeking at her pretty face from inside her thighs and blanket.
"... I've slept twice from here, it's great..."
Lentomia's still sleepy eyes, staring at me blurry.
If you notice, the sleeping area has supple legs that touch my body and are slightly warm.
Sure would be great to stay warm with human skin on a slightly colder morning like this morning...... Even if it's an invitation from a friend, it's not when you're sleeping with a wheezer.
"I was promised breakfast support with Riola. Plus... we have to give Pram the finished pills."
"Nah, Greg is keen to work..."
"Anything. No. But... thank you, Lentomia."
I am so thankful to my master and friend, Half Elf, for his unspeakable words, both on the rabbit and on the horn.
But in the case of friends between men, how can I express my gratitude at a time like this?
I stroke your head... it's weird, and shaking your hand that you're done with your job... something different. There's no way to imitate a kiss on a hug or cheek like an ergonote.
- I don't even feel like hitting my fist with Gotun silently...
There are things in the world that cannot be investigated by search magic (Gogol) like this.
In the end I couldn't think of anything, all I did was gently hold Lentomia's little hand, which was buried in the blanket, and convey my gratitude. Touch it at your fingertips without exchanging words.
"You're welcome, Gre..."
That's what Lentomia said, she went round and fell asleep.
Did you convey your feelings? Either way, the finished "magic pills" are in my hands. In the evening, various experiments were carried out to ascertain the effect, but the results were excellent.
- All right.
And when I jumped out of my bet with momentum, I went for the kitchen downstairs.
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After a while, everyone in the hall woke up and got up, and now they're having their own time.
Ergonote said he was going to the royal castle today, and in the rain he headed on the White King (Whiteia), his beloved horse. Today, Lu is also offering a horse, which means two people are riding on one horse and leaving.
the horse had kept it in the village stable but seemed happy to resume it with Ergo
Ergonote crossed the horse trying to hold Lu from behind, but the giant white horse doesn't even take the weight for two at all.
By the time we finished eating breakfast, they left for the King's Capital of Metanostadt.
Probably one of the Neo Islavia cases in the example. I have a feeling there's going to be trouble...
While I was thinking about that in the corner of my head, I was starting to get ready for a dose of pram.
Faria looks free on a rainy day and she talks to Iola and Riola in the kitchen for fun.
From the conversation I hear, he apparently helped bake bread. The look of a female warrior in an apron in plain clothes is fresh and unexpected.
Iola and Riola seem to enjoy themselves, too, and at first glance they look like the wind I said sister, her sister and brother.
Faria seems to have several sisters and younger brothers in her hometown of Rudens, and she must be familiar with handling them around that age, including Lu.
Lentomia woke up for breakfast and then looked out blurry by the window at the penetration of the hallway upstairs of the hall.
The schematic of a slender half elf looking out worryingly by the window has beautiful green hair and eyes with a view outside that dulls gray in the rain, like a single painting.
He gave me a smile that lit up when I met him.
I, by the way, was just about to call Pram and Hemperoza into my room, past that side of the street, and give them pills.
Hemperoza, who listens more seriously than Plum to the explanation of the medicine, looks worryingly at Plum's face.
From this morning onwards, in the sky above somewhat, I give medicine and water to an invigorating pram.
"- So, Plum, if you take this, you won't have to take red pills every three days... and you'll only be big enough for dinner."
"… yes -"
To prove to myself that it wasn't poison, I drank and showed it to myself first.
Of course, I don't have Dragon Man's Blood in me, so it doesn't do anything.
"Drink. This includes me, Lentomia, and Metis. Yeah, that's not all. Brother Io, sister Rio, Faria in Manu, everyone's feelings are all there."
The journey into the Dragon Man (Draguns) and various events blur my mind.
Pram nodded quietly and drained Kokun of his medicine in one breath.
Now everything was supposed to work.
"I think the side effects are slight fever."
"Wait. Don't worry, I'm here too"
The hall is home to me, Lentomia, and the trusty fairy Metius, and the healing magician, Manuferno.
After drinking and at noon, Plum was fine and seemed to change anything.
I monitor the plum directly with magic thread (MagiWire) for vital reactions. There were certainly some variations in body temperature.
In the evening the rain began to fall harder and harder, with occasional pounding rain spraying on the windows.
It was like a spring storm.
To the rattling windows, Pram and Hempero looked at each other a little anxious.
But there are a lot of other reliable faces in the hall, like me and Faria, Lentomia.
"Nothing to worry about."
Saying so and stroking his head, Pram nodded with a relieved smile.
Plum laughs, eats and chats as usual.
That should have been the end of the day.
- But.
Plum was in a coma that night.
Continued