Tilea’s Worries

Sue, Sue.

Munya, munya. Boko.

Boko!?

Ugh!? Where are we?

I'll just open my eyes.

It was bumpy and bubbly.

Every time I exhale, the bubbles are bubbling and the scenery is shaking loosely - water!?

I'll be in the water sometime.

Nooooooo! Drowning, drowning!

When I bummed my hands and feet, I noticed the wiring on my temples.

What? What do you mean?

What the hell happened to me?

Like losing to Batcho Squad and being taken prisoner?

Is this a water attack?

No, wait, wait. It's too early to draw conclusions.

Follow your memories.

Sure, I...

Get ready to have a ride with Bacchio.

When I was riding a black horse and chanting the sentence of my resignation, I had a hair, and Edim came back.

With that, that Edim defeated Bacchio with a single ride.

And then... yes!

Gadelio, one of Edim's men, brought his troops back.

A Gadelio unit attacked the Batcho Squad.

The timing was really good.

I applaud you.

I guess this is what a righteous ally looks like.

Bacchio was the spiritual backbone of the SWAT. The task force that lacked her was brittle and occasionally disintegrated by the Gadelio forces.

The battle was won.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was. There is no mistake in my memory (...).

So you weren't even taken prisoner, but what the hell is this situation?

Hmm!? Now I can breathe.

When I put my hand on my mouth, I felt strange.

The wiring is attached to the temples and an oxygen inhaler is attached to the mouth.

This...

Besides, I recognize this place.

Outside landscape visible over the tank......

"Oh, hey, my sister. I want you to recover quickly."

Tim's voice was heard over the tank. That's decisive.

Definitely. This is a room in the Evil Army Underground Empire. I definitely think it was the science room. It's where Tim keeps all sorts of magic equipment he invented. If you look closely, the weird machines are placed narrowly.

I can also hear more than one voice.

Tim doesn't seem to be the only one in the room. Drewas, you have both perverts (Nielsen) and Orr. You have a lot of evil army executives.

And what I found out after listening to these guys talk for a while.

I think I passed out in front of the store.

I guess I was at the limit of my fatigue in the battle with Baccio. It was a series of anxieties and tensions. It's not weird.

It's these guys that are weird.

These guys punched such a debilitated me in the tank.

It's not a sanity shack.

It's a crime in a normal way.

So why did these guys run into such outrages?

It heard Ol utter words that he would not listen to, and he understood.

I don't know about the medical machine.

So you're pinned.

I had a bad feeling about it, but this turned me into a certainty.

Phew. I wonder if it's my fault, too, in a way.

A medical machine is a therapeutic recovery device used by a vegetable. Put it in this and you can fully heal any major injury you suffer.

Of course, in my last life, I was talking about comics. It's a little story. These guys are happy to have a medium and bilingual conversation. We just talked about it as part of the lip service.

It's just a chat.

It's like Tim and the others were really working on the development.

Are you gonna kill me?

Tim and the others have nothing to do with it. In a battle I'm unfamiliar with, I drained my health and passed out. He must have desperately tried to cure that for me.

I'm glad about that. I'm so happy for you.

But, you know, it's not malicious, so we're extra bad. I wish you'd let me sleep in bed normally.

Or even Tim's restorative magic, right?

More than anything else, I guess I'll do a way that's going to induce this kind of accident.

... Well, is it harsh to place orders on these guys' words and deeds now?

Anyway, I figured out the situation. Let's get out of here now.

I try to pull through the wiring on the temple...

Wait. Is it okay if I can't take this off?

This tank is mechanical to look at. It's an authentic device. Could the current be flowing?

How much of that stuff they make!

No, I can't help it, I have a hand in beating Don and the tank.

It's in the water here, isn't it?

Wouldn't the wiring be dead and electrically shocked?

Or, like, broken and water refluxing out of the inhaler?

The best way to make it easy is to open it from the outside and get it out.

Even if I call for help, my oxygen inhaler is stuck in my mouth and I can't speak up. Because I don't know how high the voltage this device is, I can't break the tank poorly.

Somebody notice something unusual!

Is this the guy called Group Psychology? Nobody realizes it's weird.

You're the ones who need rescue!

Back to back with my thoughts, Tim and the others continue to have out of focus conversations.

"Lady Camilla, when will Lady Tyrea wake up?

"By my calculations, you've got like three hours. When the time comes, I'm supposed to open up the medical machine."

Three hours!

I don't know how long I've passed out. But if you stay in the water long enough, you'll die.

Or do you think about the danger of electrocution and wait three hours for them to be rescued?

Despite all the momentum of the Evil Gods Army executives, their opinions are uniform. "Take care of Master Tyrea". He said he should be treated in the tank.

Does anyone have an opinion on getting it out of the tank as soon as possible?

Think about it in common sense, don't you know it's a danger to your life?

Anyone. I need your help now!

When I'm praying,

"Dear Camilla!

Ol moved forward with momentum.

I have a bad feeling.

"Ortizio, noisy. Your sister is resting. Be quiet!

"Also, I'm sorry. But I would like to make a few remarks. Dear Tyrea, don't say three hours, treat one day, no, three days! That's better. No, you should."

"Ortizio, why is that? I want your sister back as soon as possible."

"Neither do I. We would like to see that honor as soon as possible. But I would like to ask Lord Tyrea to take this opportunity to rest thoroughly. Heavenly hegemony should only be advanced by our men. Dear Tyrea, we ask you to reign in heaven in a complete system."

"Mmm, Ortizio, your opinion also makes sense. Your sister was hidden the wounds of the battle against the three disturbed people. It would be a concern for us. Your sister is kind. There may be other wounds that we do not perceive."

"Dear Camilla, Ortizio is right. Extend your treatment!

"Hmm. I didn't know you could teach Ortizio at all... I haven't either"

"Really. Ortizio guy, he imitates quite a bit of flavor"

"Oh, I've reviewed it a little bit."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

What a flavorful imitation. It only tastes bitter.

The Legionnaires are snorting at Ol's opinion.

Even three hours sucks.

Three days!

Heh, heh, heh, heh!

They're usually ignoring Ol's opinions. I only listen to Ol' opinions at times like this. It's like, "Ortizio says good things once in a while".

What are we going to do?

I'm not talking about anywhere these guys can't be. Shouldn't we still get out on our own?

"Dear Camilla, I will speak again. I reconsidered. Just in case. I was wondering if three days of treatment would be short. I need another week. You should definitely!

Oh, man, that...

My spine froze on further ol' bomb remarks.

Kill me.

The moment I thought so, I hung up.

When you remove the oxygen inhaler from your mouth, you can put magic into your hands.

Oh, you guys, whatever it takes...

"My resilience, I'm too ticklish. Oh, oh!

I unleashed a magic bullet screaming like some M-shaped bald guy.

The magic bullet breaks the glass in the tank and goes straight outside the room.

Ha, ha, ha, I thought I was going to die.

I almost died of debilitation before I died of electric shock.

I smashed the wiring on the temple and stepped out of the broken tank.

So, I'm glad you got out, I'm really glad.

I got the aftermath of the magic bullet I unleashed, and Ol was plump to the wall, which I was slightly concerned about...

Well, that's acceptable.

If you wake up from a stun, go in the tank......

In a way, bullying, no, you can tell me you were tortured. I want you to spare me all this treatment.

Take a deep breath and look around.

Tim and the others were taken lightly by my appearance. And it turns into a look full of joy to see.

"Sister! Oh, are you okay! Are you all right!

"Ugh, yeah, I'm fine. 'Cause it's okay."

Tim rushed over, so I'll gently stroke your head.

"Dear Tyrea! Dear Tyrea!"

Mr. Drewas, the perverts (Nielsen) came running over for me, too.

They're all worried about me. You seem to be more than happy with my resurrection.

If they make me so enthusiastic, hey.

The truth is, I thought I'd scold these guys for doing such insane things and yell at them. But I don't feel that way anymore.

Yeah, yeah, 'cause you're okay now.

Just a word.

I don't know if Ol has a pimple cramp in the corner of the room and nobody looks at him. What does the person who did it say, but we need to pay attention to Ol as well.

Oh, Gil, looks like you're treating me again. No problem.

Then I got the legions ready to get dressed.

Ask for more details as you change your clothes and have your hair dried in a hairdryer. I don't yell either, but I just pay attention to things.

If someone else does the same thing, and the dead come out, you can't even look at them.

I'll just be careful as an adult.

"" Also, I'm sorry!

When I point out the medical machine thing, the legions who apologize for the peace.

"I was never underestimating your sister's resilience."

That's what Tim has said with his sorry face.

Yeah, because it's not there (...) where I apologize.

How the hell would you listen to me?

I don't care how you misinterpret my resilience, though it may be a hundred. But I see that as a problem.

I could have laughed because I was physically fit, but if I was bad, I'd be dead.

You know what I mean?

It's a ghost to let a debilitated man in the water!

In previous life......

Late last night, Nielzen Bo Classical, with an indefinite address, accused of throwing a seventeen-year-old girl in the water and drowning her. I have arrested Ortizio Bo Bach and several others who are also unemployed.

The research shows that Nielzen and the others repeated claims that the girl was debilitated and therefore unintelligible that she wanted it to be put in the water and recovered. Many of the perpetrators also include minors, and the police are in the process of finding out if there are any other charges.

They caught me like this.

I'm really glad you guys are in a different world.

"Speaking of which, why didn't Tim use healing magic? I'm glad you didn't have to treat me like this with magic."

"Well, that's... As I said before, healing magical holy magic is the most unpleasant field for the Demons. Even I, who excelled in magic, can only treat as much as I can. My sister was consuming a lot of magic in her body that day. In my view, it was a few years of unwaking wear and tear. I can't be there or not, and it's up to me to start the medical machine I've been studying."

Tim answers with an honest face.

No, no, you really underestimate my resilience.

I've slept with Taro for three years!

"Oh, you know what? I know what's going on..."

Not even words.

"By and large, does that medical machine really work?

Can you build such a big healing device from my Yotai story? No matter how good Tim is, he is a one-time student. Besides, what a substitute for a medical machine is an over-part for this era, no matter what you think. It can't be easy to make.

"Sister, that's pretty confident. In addition to my magic skills, this medical machine uses the Seven Treasures of the Wizard Realm. Quality materials from all over the world were collected and created by the highest brains of Drewas and the Evil Gods, including myself. This one will show you hundreds of times the effect of the Devil's Metropolitan Benz medical device."

Hmm, Benz the Devil's Capital. It's coming out again.

"Tim, you talk about the Devil's Capital Benz every once in a while in a metaphor, but I don't know where it is. Can you at least explain it to me compared to the scientific power here in Wangdu?

"Right. Exactly the difference between an ant and a giant? Perhaps in a fragile and foolish human species, you don't know a single barcent of this value."

Tim speaks so proudly. It's like you're saying there's no more talent under the sky than you are. No, actually, that's what you're saying. Even a royal court magician representing a country treats him like an original.

This is the usual secondary illness.

In other words, this medical machine is a substitute made of its seizures. How effective is it? I'm shivering again.

"... ok. I understand. There's one thing I can tell you. Because you should let me sleep in bed normally at times like this. He said he was going into the medical machine he was studying... because I might have been dead."

"Oh, yeah, I was. No matter how confident you are, putting your precious sister in a device that hasn't even been experimented with yet. What a foolish place I am..."

Tim shudders and weeps with a mess.

"It's okay. Tim thought of me."

"So, but! If I had captured humans sooner and experimented with humans, I would have left my sister in danger. Despite the fact that this Wang capital had enough experimental material to rot... I'm sorry."

Uh-huh, what can I say to my sister, who releases noisy words with a nasty look on her face?

"Eh..."

"Sister, what's wrong? If it's an experiment, I'll start as soon as possible. In the meantime, a thousand or so citizens of the King's Capital..."

"Ji, the experiment is good! You just have to be careful in the future. That's all."

"I understand. Everything, stay with your sister's heart. I'm really sorry about this."

Tim bows his head.

Learn from it, and the rest of the Legion will bow their heads.

Dozens of big men and even a pretty little sister.

Even though he was about to be killed, he was worried about me.

"It's okay because it's over now. So everyone's safe? Were you hurt?

In my memory, the Bacchio unit has been captured by the Gadelio unit. The legions were all watching the situation.

So we should all be safe......

For how many minutes, I have a vague memory.

Let's check it out.

"Ha. You are worried, and I know with utmost pleasure. But it didn't even become such a flock of miscellaneous fish rats, a prep movement."

"Exactly. None of their poor things. Just a little pinch, it breaks, it breaks. Even a stranded rat says it rewards a cat with one arrow. I don't even have the temper to bite the last person. It's a vulnerable species."

Yeah, big language doesn't change.

The legions are blooming on the subject of how bravely they defeated the Batcho troops.

Really as usual.

It's always the same, what are you making up?

"You know, Batcho Squad was knocked down by the Gadelio Squad, right?

"I see. You're going to use it if you can keep information secret. I'll take care of it. Order the Intelligence Unit to do so."

The pervert (Nielsen) answers that with a determined face.

No, you, there's nothing to be reputed for. Actually, it would be. The Gadelio troops were knocking you down, weren't they? You actually saw it, didn't you?

"No, what are you talking about?

"Is it not?

The mind of the pervert (Nielsen) seems to have no shards of consciousness that he is making it up. He seems to seriously think that it was himself who defeated the Batcho troops.

Everyone else has a natural face for the majestic lies of perverts (Nielzen).

Huh - you guys...... you want to get that far and put it in our own hands?

Well, but isn't it better to be informed that we defeated Bacchio and the others? Edims, it's not good for the vampire to exist in the public.

"... well, you're right. I order secrecy. I'm sorry you guys tried so hard to take me down."

"No, it's not something you can be proud of about how much you slaughter a miscellaneous fish mouse to that extent. All in the heart of Lord Tyrea. Priority will be given to confidentiality."

That's what the pervert (Nielsen) said, and Drewas and I started a meeting somehow with Hisohiso.

Give me as much reputation as you want.

Either way, a large number of citizens have also witnessed the scene in which the Gadelio forces are defeating the Batcho Special Forces. I'm just talking about what's natural.

Huh ~ Nevertheless......

I see the medical machine I was in.

Water of such a strange colour that it is not strange to be told that you are adding a special culture solution. A device so mechanically mechanical that it is not strange to be told that this is not the magical world but the scientific world. Something like a measuring instrument is also set everywhere.

Though it is a delusional product of Sino-2 disease.

Calm down and observe again.

This medical machine is too much for an amateur toy, isn't it?

"You know, one thing I'm interested in, how much did this device cost you?

I pointed to the medical machine and asked.

"It's only about 10 billion."

Gil, Ol, revived by your treatment, answered me easily.

"Yes, it's only 10 billion - hi-ha, 10 billion gold!? Ugh, you're lying!

"Also, I'm sorry. It wasn't accurate. Gil!"

"Ha. One hundred and twenty-five thousand three hundred and two hundred and three hundred and seven hundred gold, to be exact. For more information, five hundred and seventy nine million for special cultures…"

Orr called me, Gil. As you play the Abacus, you will squeeze the exact value.

This is not a lie.

I know because it's me who's contributed to Orr so many times.

With all that money, Ol looks fine even with his incredible forehead.

Spending more than 10 billion gold...

"Oh, you guys don't think anything about spending all that money on a toy like this?

"Ha, I can't compare this degree of forehead, Lord Tyrea's life. No, the comparison itself is an act."

The Legionnaires are nodding, yeah, once again.

No, I am. People's lives are above all honorable.

That's what I think. Take care of that creed.

It's just that some businessmen said, "Money is heavier than life."

I didn't agree to anything. If you want to make 10 billion gold, that's the only way you're gonna end up hanging on to everything in your life.

Well, that makes it so easy for this idiot...

"O, ol, don't you get mad at me for spending ten billion in gold on your own too?

"To whom? also, what, is Master Tyrea getting angry about spending 10 billion gold?

Ol shook in surprise and asked me to ask.

"No, I'm not mad."

"Hehe, so what's the problem? Master Tyrea's permission is being granted. There can be no complaining to everyone. Assuming there was someone who was uncomfortable with Tirrea's judgment, I'd like to show you that Wonder Ortizio has succeeded and failed."

Ol confidently wraps his arms around him and shows off his leioma.

No, no, you have a lot of problems.

Ten billion gold for nothing.

Families, relatives, Orr family members, and other related parties, including Orr's father... are affected, right?

More or less, am I supposed to give you permission? Or did you put all the blame on me?

This is definitely unknown to the Orr family.

Someday my name will come up when they investigate its origin.

What do you say we answer when we do?

Do you honestly think he was developing a future therapy device?

Toys like this?

The effect is also unknown. I don't even feel a little good about it, but it's decided I should go to bed normally or do some restorative magic. Either way, I broke it. All that remains is that wreck.

What do we do now?

When I'm worried about my head,

"Dear Tyrea, take this"

Drewas handed me a single notebook.

What, this?

Feel free to turn the page around and read it.

This...

Face up, Drewas, and I'll see your face.

Drewas returned it with a grin and a smile.

All right. All right.

You guys really like bothering me.