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The stopped heart moves out.
Blood that was frozen swept away and his lungs asked for oxygen.
Hugh, breathe, and a great deal of dust burst into his mouth.
Geho, goho, kaha.
It's hard to breathe, I don't have enough oxygen and my head hurts. I want air, fresh air.
Ventilation
Her throat was ragged, her lips and tongue were twisted and there was no voice, but if she was clearly aware of chanting, magic would be activated even without chanting.
I managed to change the air with life magic so that I could breathe properly.
Why is this happening?
Think with a blurry head due to lack of acid. Even if I want to peek around, I just feel the light slipping out of the ceiling with blurring out of focus in my eyes.
They've been asleep forever. When I try to get up, my hardened joints scream. He manages to get up and align his powerless hands with the shape of the vessel, flashing his face at the vacillating and unpleasant sounding joints and the headache that is about to break.
Shizuku of Life
The palm is filled with white and light. Zero water from the gap between his fingers passes through his arms, flows from his elbows, but dissolves and disappears into the atmosphere without wetting his clothes. This is Shizuku of Life. The grace of the earth itself, assembled from the pulse of the earth.
When you carry the majority of it to your mouth, it stains your thirsty body. My throat, which was about to crack, moisturizes, my joints are smooth, my blood circles better, and my headache disappears to melt. Each and every cell is activated. If there were a beholder, he would have looked out for miracle water and eyes.
Thanks to the water of life that only an 'alchemist' with alchemy skills could handle, Mariella gradually remembered the situation.
"There was a demonic outburst."
The Kingdom of Endalgia, inhabited by Mariella, was a small country surrounded by demonic forests and rugged mountains. Though it was necessary to watch out for monsters in the Devil's Forest, the mountains surrounding the national territory protected the country as a natural fortress and even brought abundant mineral resources. Though the land was narrow and little room for exploration, the earth was abundant and gave the people enough grace.
The Kingdom of Endalgia flourished as a small, powerful nation with surplus to contain the Devil's Forest.
The youngest son of a lower nobleman who wanted to raise a flag, as well as three men from a poor village who had eaten them up, adventurers who remembered their arms, and merchants who dealt with them, gathered in the Kingdom of Endalgia. The Kingdom of Endalgia always wanted adventurers to conjure demons of the Devil's Forest, and there was just enough richness to feed them.
If you have trouble eating, go to Endalgia.
Only at one time did the Kingdom of Endalgia become a land of king citizens devouring tranquillity within the outer walls and adventurers fighting demons by the forest of demons.
Even when it comes to adventurers, the point is, all the displaced and without enough back shields. Few of them scattered their lives without escaping from the sunset, but some of them were forcefully raised and made up wealth in a generation.
Food culture blossomed in the ingredients and multinational cooking methods brought about by the abundance of national soil, and the techniques of the martial arts and crafts polished for the Demon Forest were further enhanced by the rare materials brought from the Demon Forest. The market was overflowing with a variety of products, and liquors, gambling, and whorehouses were built outside the outer walls, with instant adventurers as guests.
Whenever it was called a defensive city, it was filled with enthusiasm, like ripe and falling fruit.
Mariela was such a defensive city orphan.
I don't remember my parents. As is the case with many of the other orphans, a whore possessed the son of an adventurer would have abandoned the unborn baby in an orphanage.
I don't find my situation unfortunate.
There were many such children, and most importantly, my mother wrote the name "Mariella" into her clothes. The name I received from my blood relatives was my real name and was necessary to exercise my skills with the help of the world.
Thanks to his true name, he was taken by the master of alchemy and was able to stand up as an alchemist.
Alchemy skills weren't uncommon, and potions are as user-friendly as healing magic.
Although the alchemist was a non-profit profession, he was able to live in a shack outside the Devil's Forest left behind by his master.
Though not rich, it was interesting to make various potions, and for Mariela, who didn't like people, life in the quiet woods suited her sexuality.
The whispering life that I thought would last forever came to a sudden end one day.
Mariella, an alchemist, had no idea why the demonic outburst (stampede) had occurred.
The outer gates of the Kingdom of Endalgia were tightly closed when they learned from the screams of the fleeing people that a demonic outburst (stampede) had occurred. The defensive city was utterly disrupted by a swarm of demons pushing like a tsunami.
From the young to the retired, the adventurers held up their weapons and defended our city. Now is the time to show our name.
The lines from which those who could not fight were evacuated filled the narrow streets from the city to the mountains, and those who stood at home and tried to do it closed their doors firmly.
Mariella hurried to the cabin her master left for her.
I didn't think the evacuation would make it, and there was no place to escape into the city.
It is as brittle as a piece of paper in front of a herd of demons, such as a thin-walled wooden hut.
Demons react to a person's magic powers.
Once upon a time, my master taught me that the runaway demons were sharp and that avoiding demons would not work either.
So, if the Devil's Forest overflows.
Follow the master's teachings and run into the cellar of the cabin, closing the door properly.
To avoid sensing as much magic as possible, light the oil lantern instead of the lighting magic and remove the large parchment.
In the thin lights of the lantern, one meter checks for lacunae in the magic formations painted with a huge parchment spread on the floor.
This is the back hand. My master told me about the magic team I made.
The giant parchment paper taken from the demon was equivalent to a month's earnings, and the ink depicting the magic formation was specially made with molten demon stones and higher than parchment paper. Drawn magic formations are also elaborate, difficult, and spent months drawing objects to avoid wasting expensive materials.
When they said this to me for my graduation exam, I thought it was useless, but I'm glad I made it.
This basement is a solid building of stone piles that do not suit a poor minister's cabin, and although the demons will not break on foot, they will be dug up in no time if they feel there are people inside.
Demon runoff (Stampede) does not stop until the demons have been killed or the people of the land have died.
I can hear the ground. A horde of demons is imminent.
Lie on top of the magic formation.
Scary. A flame of oil lanterns is shaking unreliably in a narrow, dark basement.
Scary. How many demons are looming, the sounds of a ground howl looming.
Scary. Scary. Someone, someone.
If the magic team doesn't start up well, if this basement can't stand the weight of the demon,
I'm staying like this...
Ha-ha-ha. Breathe shallow and fast, and the sound of your heart is loud.
The ground sounds even louder, the lanterns shake and the flames dance with the chickens.
Frightened. Frightened. Frightened.
Here, alone, I don't want to.
As she was about to be drunk by fear, Mariella activated the magic formation of temporary death.