Vermillion

It was a messy space.

Stone dimmed room. The thin, weak light inserted through the skylight blurs out the strange objects arranged in a narrow way throughout the room. Peeling or suspicious alcoholic pickling specimens of malformed animals, powder in poisonous coloured liquids of bottles, countless books and scrolls, appalling instruments of torture, tools whose applications are completely unexpected, ethosetra, ethosetra…

A bedside with a canopy that sits in it so that it can be buried.

Four grown-ups are big enough to roll back to sleep. Hand-in-hand gold and silver decorations are handed out at all costs, with lace curtains lowered from the ceiling drawing a fine pattern. Considering it was hand-knitted, it was terribly laborious. A luxury item that the common people will never get along with.

It's one old man lying there loosely, trying to sink in. Short stretched black beard, pruned black hair. The deep wrinkles in his hands and face gave him a glimpse of that age, but the large and disappointing body did not make him feel at all, such as the age-related decay, and on the contrary he also seemed to silently claim stubbornness and grandeur.

But sleeping - I wonder, crossing your hands in front of your chest and not even squatting like time stopped perfectly, is more like a dead man. The mourning black coat that wraps the entire body reinforces that impression.

In the four corners of the room, the four maids dressed in service clothes refrained, with no expression, waiting for the life of their master as a truism. Elegantly, and with their hair cut into exactly the same style, they all combine breathtaking beauty with exceptional proportions. but his complexion was as white as paper, and his faceless expression combined with some puppet-like atmosphere.

Their dark eyes are just one thing.

It stays fixed to the old man on the sleeping table, it doesn't move.

"... guh"

And, at that moment, Old Ong opened his eyes with a cackle.

"- Gahhhhhhh!

And I scream as if I remember, and I jump up.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Scratching his chest, he squeezes out his painful voice as if it were a knife and even his gut was deciding. Oops, and the old man sounded creepy from the back of his chest, coughing and hemorrhaging as he did. Dark, sticky blood spills out of his mouth and turns to tears on his bedside. The open eyes were bright red congested even to the white eyes surrounding the bright red iris, no longer presenting an outward shape.

but even though my husband suffers so much by now, the maids waiting in the corner of the room don't make it slight. Just glassy sphere-like eyes, staring at the old man in black.

"Gwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Exhaling blood reflexes, Old Ong screams.

"To the extent that they killed the possessed user demon, why have you been so... heh!

Can you suffer?

Dead Birds (Plague) contract - it is a sorcery that dominates black-winged birds such as ravens and allows them to serve as demons of use. Among them, "possession of the demon of use", which allows the demon of use to be manipulated freely by sharing senses, is a very liberal procedure. Its applicability can be described as one of the best of all sorceries, including simulated flight, time-lag free information transmission, and remote sorcery exercises through user demons.

Due to the nature of "sharing the senses," the only drawback is that if the possessed user demon hurts, the pain becomes a feather to taste at the same time, but with the exception of mental pain, there is no harm to the operator himself, and even the pain can be considerably alleviated if trained.

It should have been.

In reality, however, due to intense sensory sharing (feedback), the old man suffers until he is physically and spiritually devastated.

(Impossible... Impossible!!

Squeezing the sheets into a thousand pieces, Old Ong stares at the void with his bloody running eyes. His whole body shivered as if he was awake even in attraction, and many blood vessels appeared on his forehead as blue muscles.

Impossible.

No, it shouldn't be, this is...

Old Ong's user demon was shot dead by that abominable Gentile bowman. A strong bow that also penetrates the trunk of a tree easily, its power is a tremendous word. I have to admit that the recoil on death that accompanied it was also unprecedentedly intense.

But that's not why they've hurt my spirit and my body so far.

Sure, that bowman also used sorcery, but that didn't add any special effects to the arrows, it was just a technique that guided the arrows toward the target with the force of the wind.

Assuming - if that arrow contained a curse or special magic, it would also be possible to snort a negative effect on the operator.

But many times before, I've been crushed by a demon, and not once or twice, by a caged weapon or curse of magic. And each time, Old Ong, with his unplanned magic resistance, disables (resists) those attacks.

That's it.

Only this time.

"Why...!

Looking back at the old man's long life, it was the first time that he had suffered so much damage to the extent that he had been killed by the demon who used him.

Impudence. There is intense anger that pushes you through yourself, mixed with frustration and a blood odor gushing up from the back of your throat.

- Long time no see. I've experienced enough pain to throw up blood reflexes, or my emotions go wild beyond my control.

Somehow I get up off the sleeping table. Staring at the light inserted through the skylight does not stop causing irritation, and rough emotions rather heat up. On the wall, a maid watching this one with no expression caught her eye, and her awakened eyes seemed sexually angry.

Old Ong walks over and grabs his neck.

"…… Why?"

"… I don't understand your intentions."

The maid just answered with no expression. Old Ong, who did not ask in anticipation of a reply from the original, turns his thoughts around with a harsh look on his face.

'Impossible', but as a matter of fact, it suffered enormous physical and psychological damage. If so, there is always a cause for doing so.

- The shock of being killed by the user demon, the sharing of sensations (feedback) was too intense? No, it can't be. I've had worse ways of getting killed before, but I didn't get much damage.

- Was there some special trick on that arrow? No, that can't be either. The kind of curse that exists in this world can be broken at a glance by itself. That arrow was definitely a normal arrow with no philosophy whatsoever.

- So that man was capable of hurting 'himself'?

……

Old Ong's expression gets harsher, and he has too much power in his hands.

That's right.

To its potential, thoughts accelerate.

- If you think about it (...), it explains (...).

Even while the old man sinks into thought, the maid's thin neck deflects in his hands, and his face, which was as white as paper, gradually becomes depressed. But the maid doesn't break her faceless expression and doesn't leak a single groan as she waits.

"Is that so... is that so... Li estas la vizitanto... se li estas ekstere de la regulo, i devus ne esti bizara...!!"

Some sort of fierce expression, the old man peels out his teeth and stares into the void.

"Kahmui…… what should I keep to myself…!

Gu, and the whole body of Old Ong is hectic.

Horizon.

He made a blunt noise and the maid's neck was smashed.

Strength falls out of the body without expression, causing fine cramps.

As if he had noticed the maid's presence for the first time there, the old man dropped his gaze in his hand and sounded his nose, abandoning its body.

A maid who becomes like a shell and rolls on the floor without force. Red and black liquid finally flows out of its mouth and nose, creating a stain on the cobblestone.

"Get rid of the garbage"

When the old man commands, the three remaining maids, who were still waiting without even wandering, bow their heads and move out respectfully. Solemnly, without changing their expressions, the two of them carry their former colleagues' bodies out of the room and one begins to replace the dirty sheets with the blood of an old man.

Reluctantly, the old man, calmed down as if he had lied about his roughness until earlier, has a distant eye and strokes his beard.

"…… that man,"

What comes to mind behind my brain is the appearance of a Gentile bowman.

"... I think I need to put my back down a little bit."

Hung, and the old man, who now snorted once, let the buckwheat claw and black clothes hang.

Black wings scatter.

The feathers rock the room's air, and the shadows extend into slight skylight gaps.

As if no one had been there from the beginning - leaving only a few black wings, the figure of the old man had scratched off.

†††

If Kay returns and starts a full-scale counterattack, the remaining troops of the horse thieves would have been brittle too.

Firstly, both enemy allies seemed to have emerged from the terminator believed to belong to the horse thief mage, especially from the horse thief's side, which had lost its initial momentum. In the face of a separate team that had slackened the offense of the heavily armed cavalry trio, Kay began to run away after resuming shooting through the Dragon Scale or disrupting the calculations.

From the perspective of the horse thieves, that is also inevitable. A man who struck a scattered arrow and (not knowing it was because of the curse) gradually lost his energy and pushed him to half-life suddenly came back to life with a complete resurrection and full intent to kill. It would only look like a monster if it did not know the existence of a higher magic drug (potion).

Regardless, Kay, riding Sasquatch again, could not have missed it, and each and every one of them approached the "dragon scale through" with a scattered payback.

Later, informed by Eileen of the possibility of wounded soldiers and others lurking on the tree, Kay, whose support for the caravan determined to be a prerequisite, took a pair of heavily armed cavalry men and set up a raid on another squad of horse thieves. Literally, the horse thieves who were to be stood directly on the arrow face were drained of Kay's ability to fire and the power of "dragon scales through", as were the faces of the merchants who were once again shown it in close proximity, although they had seen it in the distance.

Either way, it didn't take that long for Kay to destroy the horse thief while draining the liver of almost everyone on the spot. Arrows were finally exhausted along the way and the feathers fought Chimatima while retrieving arrows from the body (many of them broken due to the impact of the landing as it was a full force shooting, which took an unexpected amount of effort to find an arrow to use), but the horse thieves, who nevertheless greatly reduced their numbers with Kay's shooting, were subdued in turn by the face of the caravan.

Ultimately, around twenty rides left, the horse thieves who decided this was no match withdrew and chased and chased away scatterly in the face of cavalry, including Kay, before the caravan finally took a breath.

The only ones left behind are - thick blood odors.

The painful voices of the wounded and the mourning of the dead.

And it was a harsh private sentence (lynching) for 'survivors'.

When Kay returned from pursuit to the caravan, his first impression was a word of 'terrible'.

Injured people were laid to sleep everywhere, or corpses were left unattended on enemy allies, and those who were somewhat energetic and healthcare savvy ran to treat the injured, and those who were energetic but could only fight were hurting horse thieves captured alive to bump that depression.

I was under the impression that torture, rather than assault such as kicking a punch without worrying about life or death. They originally attacked us first. That's what it would be like to live or kill. There is a man who buries his face in the mud with his hands tied behind his back and doesn't even move. Some are still old enough to say boy, but want to stop by a big man and get kicked in. Or some of them have their necks tied with rope and hung up, and are just about to die right now.

'Terrible,' Kay thought. But Kay and dozens of others have just taken their lives. Rationally, I thought it was' terrible ', but my mind didn't move as it solidified. It just ended with a pale feeling like that.

…………

But when I looked next door, Irene looked sad.

This is normal, the thought came away, and Kay got some blurry look from her tense face. Kay, who crawled her gaze straight onto the ground, keeps an eye on the bloody corpse.

It was the body of a young woman.

He was a slave woman, of a black tattoo carved on her face, a skinny body, a chain that bound both wrists - the people of the meadows. Apparently, she died at the end of the battle rather than being caught in a raid. His eyes stared into the sky, lying on the ground with a big letter with a bitter expression. The cause of death is probably blood loss. The torso is just slashed and torn, and the guts are overflowing like sausages. Near his right hand, a bloody dagger was rolling. And beside it, the little fat merchant who was treating her badly is also down.

Of course, he was out of breath. Hold the carefully constructed crossbow and squat to the ground. To see the stab wound around his neck, did he fall off the carriage in desperation with a blow from behind?

Horse thief raid. Multiplied by that, I guess the slave woman also saw the gap and joined the fight. I don't even have to imagine who she fought against. I laid my hands on the person to be avenged. Would that be the case if I summed it up?

I couldn't help but feel like a void in the situation that people's lives and deaths would be summed up casually.

When I take a sigh and look up at the sky, the rain clouds are scattered and the blue sky is visible. A little, it felt like her horizons had widened, and Kay looked around again. The injured man's hand and lynch remained the same, but he also noticed the presence of a caravan sitting on the ground like exhausted and biting his blurry, raw sense of reality.

Many of them are young merchant apprentices who drop their gaze on the ground with their weapons clenched and do not move while sitting back as if they had lost their hips. Others are - warriors and merchants of the caravan. I have a strange eye for many of them. As soon as I see him, he's out of his sight. For some reason, I thought, "Fear," or "fear." I saw those emotions hanging in their eyes.

Or you must be frightened by Kay's horseback bow, which struck the horseback thief hard on a single ride. I can count on you for being on my side. Of course, Kay doesn't do anything to hurt the people around him without darkness. But in view of Kay's sight - the Asian scenery relatively close to the people of the meadows - and the attitude we have taken so far, which cannot be described as flattering or loving, we have nothing more than to leave it to the imagination what they think.

(... that's a hassle)

It didn't matter to Kay now whether he was afraid or distant. However, the neglected, then all-out gaze was depressing. The center of my brain seems paralyzed, and I feel terribly billionaire to go through my thoughts deeply.

"……… Tired"

Pompous, Kay looked across the horizon and muttered. Ha, and I looked up, and it was Irene next door who gave me a worrying look. Without noticing Eileen like that, Kay couldn't afford to care less, just blurry and looking far away.

"…………."

And as I was immersed in the aftertaste of being alone, I realize that my surroundings have become noisy.

Seeing, from the wooden side, there is a group of people walking in with their spears so that they can be driven away by the cavalry and the warriors.

A group of thirty or so unreliable people who put together their blurry clothes, who are likely to fly if they blow. Without having to look closely, all of them were young women and children. He leaned back to the tip of the glittering spear, raised his hands, and slowly approached him.

"That is……"

Eileen shrugged.

"So, all of it."

On the carriage, Gainrif, the leader of the caravan who was staring at the notebook and confirming the damage, asks one of the escort fighters who heads the group.

"Oh. There's no more left in that tree over there... he's alive."

Asked by Ganriff, the warrior shows a wooden one with a bloody spear and a sarcastic smile.

'Right.... These guys, are they slaves?

Without changing his expression, a nodding gang riff puts a blade pen in one hand and puts an eye on a group of women and children. The face of a reasonable merchant, swallowed up all sorrow and hatred.

"Hmmm... everyone, there are traces of the collar hitting and unlocking. Eighty-nine slaves. The horse thieves must have freed me."

'Hmmm... right. The possessions of the thieves will be transferred to those who defeated the thieves. Anything else?

'No, nothing in particular... like food and horse feed. And then there were a couple of horses… there was hardly any gold objects left.'

[Whispers…]

To the warrior who shrugged his shoulders and answered, Gainriff narrowed his eyes. I remember something that caught on to the phrase, "There was little left."

'- Well, let's try to recover the food and feed later. I'd like to take the horse with me. "

"Oh, that's right."

A warrior with a slightly worse face and nodding well. It was Ganrif's decision that after all this fighting, some sweeping would be good. They rode directly into the woods to take control of the remaining combatants and bring in the prisoners. Punishment is no good, even if it has some - that is, individual unit - benefit to the extent that it takes away precious metals.

Having concluded that, well, Ganrif turns back to a group of prisoners. Exposed to its icy, emotionless gaze, the women and children looked at each other even more frightened.

'... Well, I'm a little thin, but if I sell it off, it'll be worth a lot'

'You're not gonna kill me, are you?

"Horse thieves are devastated. The risk of transfer has been reduced, and there is no way to sell it. '

"Won't you kill one?

To the warrior of the guard, who laughed and asked overlapping with niggards, Gainriff, who perceived the intention, sighed small with a slightly sinister face.

'... well, if it's about the two of us, let's miss it. But you have to stay strong enough to walk. "

"Ha ha! Sarasu, Captain, I can tell you the story.

With the permission of the Ganriff - the colour of the eyes of the escort warriors surrounding the prisoner changes. The young women of the people of the meadow, who sensibly perceived it, hissed and breathed.

'... oh, yeah. And how they treat me. "

Gainriff, who looks around at a group of prisoners and sees that some layers of the age should also be called the border between a young man - a boy and a young man - adds as he recalls.

"In the future, if there is another rebellion in some kind of applause, I will not be able to do it. Keep everyone's index and middle fingers off so the bow never pulls again. '

To the words - Eileen gazed at the Ganriff with eyes that seemed incredible, drawing blood from her face all the way. Next to it, Kay, who could only bypass the language (Roski) rewards of the people of the snowfield, perceives an atmosphere that is more than just a change in Irene's complexion.

But with those two elsewhere, the conversation between the Ganriffs continues.

"Mm-hmm. Women, too?

'Everybody, I said.... some of the horse thieves also had a female bow cavalry. Don't be alarmed.

Somehow I could hear the men noisily, watching the shadow of the carriage behind me and Gainriff snorted. Each of the horse thieves captured alive received a private sentence, but some of the horse thieves captured were women.

From what I hear, until he was captured, a woman and several warriors licked him were severely wounded. It seems that a few people are being rewarded for this now. The people of the meadow could not be alarmed, even women, because the arms of the cavalry were as good as normal, Ganriff was beginning to think.

'Well, I don't mind if the captain says so. The price's going down, isn't it?

'I don't think so, but it doesn't sell that much higher than it used to. You'll be a good show to the slaves thinking about disturbing things after you've sold them off.'

The Ganriff to answer is only cold. Alternatively, he would not give a special expression, but this raid may not have settled on his stomach. Because the bodies of the apprentice boys are also rolling around his carriage.

'Hmm, then that's what it is. Hey, somebody bring me an axe, okay?

When a man calls, an axe of an affordable size is seen and even something like a wooden box or slab that serves as a platform begins to be prepared.

Eileen put it in front - hands on her mouth, eyes open, all she could do was rattle and tremble.

"Eileen? Are you okay?

While the disturbing air is guessing, Kay, who does not understand the situation, holds Irene's shoulder and speaks out to worry.

But then, while watching, things began, and Eileen understood whether she was trembling or not.

I wondered if an unusual looking boy, who was still young and had not even been tattooed, was dragged out and held down by the men.

Tong, tong.

Light noise, as if you were even cooking.

That was smeared by the boy's screams, and his fingers rolled down on the muddy ground. A woman, whose children saw it crying out in unison and trying to cuddle them in a cover-up, is taken lightly by the guard warrior.

"- Huh! - Huh!

She was a woman who rammed and tried to somehow take it off the warrior's arm, but was relentlessly hit several times in the face and shut up.

'Whoa, don't get violent. I'll drop it to another finger by mistake'

While doing so, the boy had his other hand grabbed and his index and middle fingers axed off as well.

"…… Let's go."

To the boulder, Kay couldn't even watch. Hold Eileen's shoulder and leave the spot as she unconsciously holds or opens her hand on the back of the cloak. Irene leaned down, but began to walk in a fluttering foothold.

I'm sick of it.

I couldn't understand the conversation between the Ganriffs, so I had to anticipate what the intent was based on, but the only thing was for sure that it wasn't even Roku. Kay himself, before he took dozens of lives, I'm not going to say anything prettier now, but it was intolerable and uncomfortable to see a young child still cry out of pain and fear.

Eat shit, and whine in Japanese. Even the birds add cruelty (mugging) to the gang riffs as if they were unmade. to myself trying to do nothing and make things I didn't see. And to this very situation that strengthens them all.

Now I just want to get away from what afflicts Eileen, as soon as possible.

Just that feeling on my chest, moving my legs.

Kay, if you're aware of it, has come all the way to Randall's carriage, a drug dealer in the Principality.

"Yes, yes, you don't have to hurry. Because there's more, and so on."

Oddly enough, there's a crowd around Randall's carriage. Seeing, Randall, with a loving laugh, was handing out drugs to the merchants.

Kay also saw that a fire arrow was used against the carriage line of the caravan, but apparently Randall's carriage is almost safe. Mostly, this refers to the fact that the front is gone from pillar to pillar, so it cannot be said to be completely intact. With the carrier still peeled off, it would be a big deal when it rained by the time we got to the next city, Kay thought like some other HR.

"…… very popular."

"Whoa, Kay! That worked great, from a distance, but I've been watching!

When Kay speaks, Randall answers with a tired smile. Randall was sighing from the water bottle by his throat, wiping the sweat off his forehead and sighing at the merchants who were pushing each other.

Seeing that, Kay suddenly also becomes aware of a fierce thirst. If you think about it, it's natural, because I've been at the mercy of scouts ever since I left the village in the morning, and since then I've fought all I can to this day.

"Can I get some water, too? My throat's teasing me."

"Whoa, drink as much as you like, hero! Come up here and tell me, but will you help me distribute the medicine? I can't get around by myself."

Randall's carriage is equipped with a metal bottle, filled with plenty of drinking water for a few. Kay, who went up to the carriage with Irene still stunned, soothed his thirst with a bottle of water in his cup with Randall on his ass, who began to distribute the medicine again.

"Nevertheless, you behaved in large measure. I can't believe you handed out medication even in an emergency…………………"

Kay squeaks unintentionally as he sees the faces of the caravans who come looking for injuries, disinfectants, antipyretics, etc., and Randall responding to them.

"No, because………………"

With that in his ear, Randall has a sinister face. mouth in Kay's ear, with a small voice like no other he could hear,

"Try to be reluctant in this situation.... It's better than being killed and taken away, because I'm a merchant from the principality, and even I don't have a back shield..."

"... to the point of becoming"

Seeing faces desperately seeking medicine around the carriage, Kay nodded convincingly. Sure, you can't do it for free if you put the pills out here. If you have life, you're still a good one, and worst of all, you could be stripped of your clothes and even buried away in the darkness after you've covered all your sins with horse thieves.

"For once, I have insurance. I won't be able to fill all the boulders, and most importantly, I don't have anything to sell about the destination Beryansk... I'll be gone..."

Tohoho, Randall dropping his shoulders like that. "Well, well," Kay slapped that back to comfort him, but somehow, he couldn't feel the chopped atmosphere from Randall, so no words of encouragement came out so hot.

Nevertheless, and moisturizing her throat with water, Kay observes her surrounding faces again. For the sake of my people, or for the sake of my friends, everyone is looking for medicine with their blood-running eyes - that impatient atmosphere is certainly unusual. Perhaps many injured people are under circumstances that do not allow prediction.

I couldn't relax forever, Kay thought, and under Randall's instructions he began to help me with the task of handing over the medicine. Irene, who returns a little late, is also a cursory move, but joins it.

For a while, the big act of free continued. But how much I would have helped, where there are fewer pills left, the face I see appears.

A man who forcefully approaches the carriage so that he can push away the people surrounding him. Keeping the order, Kay opened his mouth, but stopped.

The man was one of three heavily armed cavalry men who fought together earlier. As always, he remains wearing sheet-metal armor and has not disarmed. I didn't even wipe away the sticky return blood - the look on Kay's face was as harsh as the first time he saw it. He's always been a friendly threesome, and I remember he didn't even break some spare smile in battle.

At least, his purpose didn't seem to be medication

Straight ahead, my sincere eyes look at Kay.

"Kay.... Piotr, call me Le"

Short, one-word official language.

That's all there is to it, words.

There was nothing Kay could do about it and it sounded like she was pregnant with an ominous sound.

†††

"Hey, Kay."

With ease, as if we happened to meet on the side of the road during a walk, Piotr called out.

…… ……

Kay opened his mouth, but the words didn't come out. I just stood up.

Piotr's face is bright blue.

And in contrast, a bandage wrapped around his belly is stained with vibrant red.

The back row of the caravan, where the wounded were put to sleep together using a large tent cloth. That was presenting itself exactly like a field hospital right now. Warriors and merchants with medical knowledge are flying around among the injured in the possession of quality medicines provided by Randall. Everyone holds down his hands and feet, and the man who is sutured on the wound cries with a face like the end of the world has come, and conversely, he who has been given some treatment is exhausted or falls asleep like a dead man.

Other than that, - I guess it was too late, some were clothed on their faces and rested in rest. In them, Piotr seems to be relatively quiet.

- In other words.

There is no prospect of help.

The treatment doesn't make sense anymore, and they're ignoring it.

To the evidence, the allowances applied to Piotr were apparently only simple disinfection and hemostasis to wrap the bandages tightly around them. In fact, even from Kay's deep insight into human anatomy, Piotr was so wounded that it was strange to be alive. A blow that deeply chooses the flank. Probably by a spear or similar spike weapon, he was poked through a gap in armor.

I don't care what you think, it was fatal.

"I was a little... impotent. I tried to do my best. Too much."

By the way, though stuck in words, Piotr had a mild look on his face that was out of place. Kay, unable to stand any further, breaks Kakan's knee and sits powerless beside Piotr.

Sleeping Piotr grinned at Kay.

"... don't make such a face. Kay."

"No, but Piotr………………"

Why, like this? Piotr thought Kay was quite a user, although he didn't work directly together to confirm his strength. Sure, the number of horse thieves was threatening, but I don't think a fully armed Piotr could easily take a lag.

"Piotr,"

Eileen opened her mouth with a trembling voice.

"When I went to help Kay… alone, chased him…"

The word became butt-shuffy, but that alone made Kay understand everything.

"…… I'm sorry. Sorry, Piotr."

"... That's okay. …… don't apologize, it was something I…… wanted to do."

Shake his head slightly and Piotr replies to Kay, who squeezes his voice out.

I was satisfied. Everywhere, be selfish. By the time it's clear.

…………

Squeezing Piotr's hand, Kay dropped her gaze on that abdominal wound and bit her lower lip so hard that blood seeped out.

Fatal injury, then. That's for sure.

But Kay has the means to do something about it.

- Higher magic medicine (high potion).

Even life-threatening injuries can heal, by the way, there are literally magic drugs. Though few remain, they fit snugly in Kay's porch and Eileen's nostalgia.

With that, I can help.

However -

(The potion is…… a lifeline)

The same goes for this battle, but I don't know how many times I've been saved by that miracle since I came to the 'here' world.

Whether Irene was poisoned with poison arrows or Kay was injured in the fight against bandits.

Without the potion, he would have died for sure.

Therefore, Kay has set the potion's priority to 'highest priority' among their possessions. If you were told to choose between "dragon scale through" and hand held potions, the more you would choose potions without hesitation.

"Dragon Scale Throughout" can be substituted to some extent for a normal bow even if it disappears. But there is no substitute for potion. I just know that, I wouldn't even have used it if I hadn't really been compelled to. Yes, but even if the old woman (Anka), a curser in the village of Taaf, was begged to save the baby for a reason, she would not have given up.

Calm down.

Inside me, there is a voice. I'm used to hearing voices.

That's the voice of "Keiichi Nagawa." In Kay, Kay's own voice, who has remained obsessed with living and has lived half his life with him so far.

The voice speaks. However, when I met a man about a few days ago, he said that he was too unwell to use precious psychotropic drugs. More than that, it should be kept warm, just in case.

If you think rationally, you must be right. Once upon a time, as when you abandoned Anka in the village of Taaf, now and again, you can pretend not to see it.

There is also one other major problem. Let's say I used the potion here and restored Piotr. How would everyone react?

Kay looked around, mostly. With the exception of those already out of business, Piotr was the most seriously injured, but there are many others in dangerous condition.

To them like that. Or to their friends.

- What happens if the potion is known to exist?

What I recall is what Randall said earlier.

"Try to be reluctant in this situation -"

If you have a life, you're lucky. Even regular medicines seemed to kill everyone by changing their blood phase. Not to mention if that becomes a psychic drug that will heal any injury in an instant.

What happens, etc. - It's not hard to imagine.

If you refuse to give the potion to all the caravans, you will inevitably no longer be able to stay here. Fight or run - it's the boulder that's going to develop into a kill here, so as for Kay, I just want to hit the run hand, but there's a problem there, too.

Can we leave the caravan here now and reach the village of Shalit, our destination, safely?

I have maps around Brachiya Avenue, but it is unclear if there are water fields that can still be used today because there are no land surveys and the information on the maps is old. Assuming you leave the caravan, you will be feathers crossing the northern lands on your own, frightened by water and supplies shortages in strange lands.

Fulfilling, - is that possible?

to the magnitude of the risk. Just before this tour of the caravan escort, I'm just being given a taste of the spicy acid on Egol Street, which is all the more important.

Potions are also important, but if you get lost, or fail to select a place to set up a camp, your life will also be in danger. Isn't that the end fall? He left the group to avoid being deprived of the potion, and on the contrary, he seemed to be in a predicament.

"……… Kay."

Gently.

Eileen put her hand on Kay's shoulder.

…………

Put one hand over Eileen's hand, Kay thinks.

Irene wonders what she thinks.

(…… no)

Unexpectedly, a bitter grin spilled over the edge of my mouth.

I don't even have to think about it.

Assuming there is one less potion here and we fall into distress in the future.

Eileen would rather be proud of this choice.

Even if it were to leave the caravan here and the journey of ordeal would begin.

Eileen won't regret this choice.

That's what I know without even thinking about it.

And - it blew a clear breeze into Kay's dull heart and lit up too much dazzling, warm light of hope for Kay.

It's not rational. Too bad. I can't take it back.

If you think about it, you're right. I'm sure it is.

But...

Reminds me. Through the back of my brain. There's been a short journey in the last few days. When the memories I had with Piotr changed dramatically, they disappeared.

I can't even hang up. With that thought.

Kay made a decision.

"…… Eileen,"

Face up. Clear, pale eyes and gaze bumped from the front.

It's like sad, like leading Kay. Then something, like expecting.

Kay opens her mouth as she stares back into Eileen's straight eyes.

"... can you get your things ready?"

To Kay's question with a serious look.

- Eileen smiled like a flowering, heartfelt smile.

"Yeah.... I'll take care of it, I'll get it ready soon"

He nodded forcefully, then slipped through the crowd and ran towards Randall's carriage.

- That's all it took, it all went through.

Irene was still thinking the same thing.

I'm sexually happy about that - Kay felt just a little proud of herself for coming to the same idea as Eileen.

"Piotr."

"... what is it?

"Thank you, thanks to Piotr, for all your help."

Lay your hands firmly over Piotr's hands, look into your eyes and spin the words.

"- Thank you for making it better. Thanks for everything you've told me. I really enjoyed it. It was a short time but it was really good to meet Piotr"

Slowly, to bite. And let the principal-language impotent Piotr fully convey his feelings. Kay says, in plain language, but with a sense of purpose.

For a moment, a decent Piotr, nevertheless, grinned frankly as he held Kay's hand back.

"Neither do I. It's good to see Kay. And it was fun. It's good to be with you, to have a scout job... Thanks, Kay. Thank you... I'm so glad I met you too..."

After telling him that, Piotr blinked his eyes as he slept.

"A little…… tired. I'm getting sleepy………."

The shade appears on the faded but serene expression.

Kay, who had taken away dozens of lives before, instinctively, did feel the intense signs of death sneaking up on Piotr.

(…… not much time to spare)

- Obviously, I'm being summoned to death. Treatment will contend for a moment. While strongly aware of the potion in the porch, Kay licked the pepper and lips.

What to do.

Piotr……

"It's a lie, this..."

"Together again, we'll have a delicious drink... I promised you."

Alternatively, you heard it was time for danger, and there was a continuous gathering of people around who would spare their farewell to Piotr. Everyone comes over in tears and talks to me about something. Piotr was gradually fading consciousness, answering them in a slumbery tone. This is a glimpse of Piotr's popularity in the caravan, but it's a little inconvenient for Kay right now.

(Somehow, I'd like to give him a potion...)

Do not use the hand that is applied directly to the wound. It has an immediate effect that is not comparable to oral intake, but the pain of healing is still unusual, and most importantly, Piotr is painfully stopping the bleeding by bandaging the wound into a critical wrap. Removing the bandage poorly can cause blood to erupt again and cause blood loss and death. I tried it myself and found out, but it is possible to heal the wound adequately and restore strength even with oral intake. It was Kay's view that if he was given a bottle of potion, it would heal fine.

At present, however, Piotr was surrounded by more than a dozen companions, and he was unlikely to be able to secretly give him a potion or anything. At the end of the day, even the Ganriff came to see how things were going.

(…… what to do)

How to get Piotr to drink potion without everyone on this scene finding out.

Or - a way to keep everyone on this scene from understanding the existence of potions.

Turn your thoughts around and come up with one hand.

After accounting for that and this, I eventually came to the conclusion that it was the only way.

"……… help now"

Whimpering in a small voice. Kay, who now squeezed Piotr's hand once, roughly stood up and went through the circle of those surrounding him.

And the shade of a nearby carriage. Everyone pays attention to Piotr, making sure no one sees him before removing the bottle of potion from the porch and opening the contents.

In his mouth, Kay broke into the crowd again, feeling the unique slightly carbonated irritation of the cuddly potion.

Kay, kneeling beside Piotr, covered herself.

"" "What" "

Everyone on the spot raised their voices of confusion.

Suddenly, it also remained silent, because Kay blocked Piotr's lips with his own mouth.

Even though she felt the freezing air, Kay gave Piotr a potion with a mouthfeel. Piotr, who was losing half his consciousness, was almost unconscious and drinks up his cocky and life's Shizuku.

"……… Pfft."

Would it have been a few dozen seconds in time? One bottle of potion, Kay succeeded in getting Piotr to drink without enlightening anyone around him. The blush appeared on Piotr's cheek, which was fading, and his breathing, which was slightly painful, appeared to be stable. Perhaps the abdominal wound is also undergoing repair, Kay laughs contentedly. I don't know if I have enough potion to fully heal it, but at least now I should no longer be in danger of death. Because the pain was gone and his strength drain and fatigue peaked, Piotr began to get a regular sleep by making sure he was invited to a fine sleep.

"……… What did you just do?

In the Principal Language, the Gainriff, who remains puzzled, asks. That would have been the general thrust of everyone here. From the side, it just seemed that Kay suddenly had a strong mouthfeel and that Piotr had made a dramatic recovery.

…………

Kay stood up without answering anything, purring her finger whistle.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Kay, once again forcefully out of the circle of men, jumped onto Sasquatch with "Dragon Scale Throughout" in one hand.

Eileen seems to have been well prepared to leave in this short time. The spare arrows that were being loaded on Randall's carriage are well replenished, and night tools and other items are bracketed in the saddle to such an extent that it is not a burden on Sasquatch.

Slightly behind Sasquatch, Irene runs across the luggage carrying Suzuka. Suzuka is fully equipped again. Ready to go, ready to go anytime.

Kay and Eileen, and the way they rode, were confronted by caravans who didn't think they were just doing their job.

"... Lord Gainriff. I'm sorry, but we're leaving here."

"Huh!?

Kay's unexpected words surprised Gainriff. and rushed at the same time. I just had a lot to ask you about the miracle business that restored Piotr in an instant.

"Ma'am, I want you to wait! The thing is, Kay, no, Lord Kay has just been done, what the hell......!

"Originally, I asked the caravan to add me in order to protect me from horse thieves. But this is how the horse thief destroyed him, and I don't feel the need to accompany him anymore. We have to hurry."

'... well, you know what? Sorry, but I'll let you go first.'

Kay tells the panicking Gainriff lightly, and now once in her native language as Eileen shrugs her shoulders.

Having wandered his gaze without hesitation, Gainriff seemed desperate to think of the following words:

"Now, is the business I used for Piotr still available!?

"No, I can't use it anymore. Once."

Kay answered the frowning Ganrif question without hesitation and faintly. Ganriff instantly finds out it's a lie because he didn't even intend to hide it more than he did. I don't know which neighborhood is lying, but at least I didn't tell the truth, so I broke it.

"...... I beg you to be ashamed! There are still many seriously wounded in the caravan! Please don't look at their injuries!

"So I can't. I'm sorry. Let me be rude."

'Keep your horse thief bounty that way. We'll let you slip out on the way, but the nuisance fee means chara for that matter.'

It's just not amazing, Kay, Eileen trying to wrap up the story to fold up. He kicks each riding belly with his feet pounding and slowly begins to run.

"Ma'am, wait... wait!

Gainriff hesitated for a moment before

'Don't make me go! You gotta stop it somehow!

I tried to order the cavalry of the escort warrior, but at its feet I made a bish and sharp noise, and an arrow of white feathers protruded.

It's Kay.

"I thought I told you. That's the first and last one. I can't use 'that' anymore... If you're following me any further, I'll let you handle it accordingly (...)!

Kay screamed as he showed this "dragon scale through" with an arrow attached to it. Irene translated it into the words of the people of the snowfield and shouted, recalling Kay's exact and incomparable cavalry arms and the monstrous power of the "dragon scale through", the cavalry instantly lost its willingness to obey Gainriff's orders.

No longer disturbed by anyone, he begins to run through the plains.

On a rocking horse, Kay looked back. Piotr rests peacefully in the face of a caravan who stands as if distracted, and in the centre surrounded by them.

I don't know if I'll see her again.

"……… Goodbye"

With a touch of loneliness.

Kay smiled as she burned Piotr's figure into her eyes, putting the parting words on the wind.

Re-facing forward.

And the two pushed to the northeast,

Eventually the figure disappeared to the end of the horizon, invisible from the caravan.