The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Apparently, the other side has been cleared, so if you walk over while caring for the injured celica... Axe's hair luster (shine) is slightly better without my knowledge, and the eyes that were only turning color when dealing with the bloody smoke of the disease are stained with thin rashes and red (don't give it to me).

The appearance of the difference seems to have evolved without any difference, but the right shoulder, which did not seep (into) blood, seems to be sore, and it was soggy.

"Aww."

"Wow, wow, wow, wow.

(Lord Axe, I will treat you, so give in) "

Where a small listy with a difference in height sat a cobolt with a blue giant body, she pointed a long shield that the subtle blazer had picked up from the meadow a little further away.

"Gaul."

"Wo 'ang."

In the meantime, when the handover was carried out in a mature manner, the elf witch of the white magnetic (is a lottery) lodged a magic mixed with the earthly and holy attributes in her palms and pressed them against Axe's wound without hesitation to get dirty with blood.

"(Orklethorse) grace of Mother (Martel) Earth (Gaius) to the children of the universe..."

With the chant, a warm magic light lights up, glimpses the sight of the torn skin gradually healing, and shifts his gaze to the side (kawawa) celica.

Because her left shoulder is disjointed, it is necessary to reinvent the area before applying the healing magic "earth heel".

(... I'm not good at it)

I've done it a few times during my mercenary years, and I've been hit... I'll give her my prior consent, too.

"Gugaoooooooooo, kuru off? (Joints back, okay?)"

"Mm-hmm."

I had Celica, who nodded honestly, standing upright with her chest stretched, lifting her shoulders from the front through her own left arm all the way down to the sloppy left armpit, gently pulling down her arm I grabbed with my right hand.

In that state, slowly move the pushed torso clockwise and return the shoulder joint that deviates back to its original position.

"Garu?"

"Ugh, whoa... oh (uhh, it hurts, but... it's okay)"

If she squeals and sends a bruised gaze, and Celica claims her own injuries to Listy, the elf witch, who was eager to heal Axe's body to the point of abrasion while repairing her hair, responds without stopping her hand.

"Wait a minute."

"Mmm."

She swelled her cheeks as a priority, but was treated later to exhale, and everyone's consciousness was gathered in the mummy (mummy), which was half buried at the root of the tree.

The end of the great wise man the Republic of Finland is proud of.

Instinctive intuition tells us that there is no will left in the decaying remains, and it seems pathetic to be the end of a hero named after history...

"Wow, wow, wow."

Turning to a voice that would spit, Celica nodded and agreed with a list of awakened expressions that included scorn.

Since the “wretched tree" itself cannot be without the sacrifice of the elves, adding that it is an attitude that includes it, there is probably a huge difference in perceptions of life between long-lived and other species that have no worries about old age or longevity.

(Seems to know, maybe he didn't have a good idea)

I wonder if a cobolt like ours who lives and scratches our days will ever have a similar impression… while peeking at a righteous looking listy.

In her careful footsteps, she approached the great tree and lit the magic of the warm sacred attributes with a scepter that she had shredded from the branches of the world tree.

"Sleep a little."

In response to the golden magic light on the sceptre, the "great tree of sorrow" is wrapped in a pale glow, scattering the power of the stars that dwell in him, and he is disconnected from the earth vein.

"Wow, wow... (Lord Blazer, give me prison flames...)"

"Waf."

Short-responsive, long-bodied hounds walked over to the trunk of the great tree, diminishing their calamity, and pierced a slightly stretched hard nail into the root mummy (mummy) to produce a prison flame from the toe that could not be eliminated by easy means.

By mixing with the holy magic, it became the flame of purification, burning everything down without taking long enough to return to dust.

Eventually, when the fire was all that remained, the celica crept in and packed the ash into a leather sachet.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"GUOON? (No harm?)"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... (I've already been sanctified...)"

Since the tree in question is also a world tree, plant ash containing the power of the stars will be a good fertilizer for the "concordia" sprouted near the settlement.

The sun goes down while we help collect, too, and after camping on the spot and resting our bodies, we arrive home with two elf daughters who have finished one job and have lost their shoulder strength.

When it's over, it's a disgusting thing...... for more than a decade, and the demons of dangerous species that have upset the equilibrium that had appeared in the Barbera Forest will also be reduced in number from now on.

As a result, the late dispatched "gold” adventurer, Miss Grace, led the investigation team to take the shoulder watermark, cut off the portion of the reward for success without achieving any real results, and fooled around in an alliance tavern.