Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

004 Still an easy win for about this kind of request

After leaving the west gate of Wangdu, walking for about an hour.

I finally see the forest, which is my destination.

Regardless of the flam whose health is raised at the bottom due to the effect of the gear, the mill kit looks tired.

"Do you want to take a break before you go into the woods?

"If you're aware of me, you can ignore me."

"Then I'll take a break"

The Lord doesn't need to worry about the health of slaves, maybe he wants to say that, but isn't it like he's confessing that he wants to "rest in earnest” at the point where he says "don't care”?

Milkit gently rubbed the end of the bandage dripping from her face with her fingers.

Maybe it was an expression of her rather dissatisfaction.

Of course, that couldn't have been passed on to Flam, and even if it had, her will wouldn't have changed.

When he finds a stump near the forest entrance, Flam sits there.

Milkit stood beside him with his posture correct.

Seeing her thoroughly and not trying to put herself in the same sight as the Lord, Fram slapped his neighbor in the palm of his hand, slightly irritated.

"Don't Notice"

"I'm more concerned with staying standing. Please, sit down."

To the plea of a troubled flam, Milkit could not penetrate his stance any more.

Take a little distance from the Lord and sit on the edge of the stump, reluctantly.

I'm concerned about the subtle sense of distance, but so far this is going to be a compromise.

"... your husband is"

"Hmm?

Milkit asks in a slightly confused manner.

"Look at me, don't you think it's disgusting?

The lips on the other side of the bandage moved, and the calf and dry cloth rubbed against each other in tandem.

Flam answers only as it is natural.

"I think it's creepy and disgusting."

I can't help but hide it.

The cloth covering the face is all red and black and dirty, and the skin that is visible from the gap does not have a healthy color.

No matter how many girls you think are of the same generation, it is only natural that you would be disgusted if you had such an appearance.

"Then why did you take me out?

"Because I was lonely and thoughtful by myself."

"If that's the purpose, I don't think I deserve to be silent and unfathomable. Shouldn't you sell me and buy another slave"

She's backwards enough to sneer.

Sure, you're right, there's no reason for Flam to be obsessed with Milkit.

I just stumbled into the same cage and took him out because he survived by chance.

But for some reason - Flam doesn't even know why, but something with a sense of purpose was springing up from inside her.

"And then... hypocrisy, maybe"

"Is that why you brought me here?

"Yes, I can't do anything, I'm useless, and I can't save anyone. As a result, they were sold as slaves. I don't know, it's a very dirty idea... if I could take the unfortunate mill kit and live a decent life and make you happy, I'd have a good reason to live, too, that kind of bottom line. Maybe a little, but I think there was."

I'm not deluding you, it's really, with such a fine urge that you're not even aware of it.

But if you're conscious, you also feel like it does exist as one of the reasons.

If you use sound good words, 'I wanted to rescue Milkit from the bottom of Naruto', or heroic aspirations.

Because doing so may restore the confidence that you completely lost when you were banished and enslaved from the party.

"I don't know. Your husband wants to make me happy, huh? Then extra, you should sell me. I am not the slave who deserves it."

"Milkit already recognized me as Lord, didn't he? Then I can't, because I'm not going to return it."

"Then..."

Milkit cleverly removed the bandage knot with one hand as he did his hand on the back of his head.

And I'm gonna cover my face, and I'm gonna figure it out myself.

"Huh..."

Her face, which became dewy, seemed so terrible that Flam accidentally lagged behind.

The tragedy that was visible from the gap is spreading throughout.

All areas from the jaw to the forehead are still reddish and discoloured, swollen or rotten in some places, peeled skin, pus and clear juice -

"Can you still say," I'll do it ”?

Milkit is nothing, I'm not asking Flam to throw it away.

However, I didn't think Even was the only one who could see me wrapped up in a bandage.

Choosing her as an object of her own hypocrisy, but not after exposing everything, can also lead to betrayal of the Lord in the minutes of slavery.

Flam often put his hand on his mouth and rested.

In my head, there are all sorts of words flying around, like 'disgusting', 'looks painful', 'grotesque', 'poor', 'but I still have beautiful eyes'.

None of this is useful on this occasion, just something that doesn't make any sense where I threw it at Milkit.

But I realize that there is only one piece of information that flies into my thoughts, a mixture of beneficial things.

Only the face (...) rots like rot. This symptom, for sure - I must have heard it on my journey when I was learning the knowledge of medicinal herbs from Eterna.

"Maybe, Mustard poison?

"Musu...?

"Just touch it."

If it's what Flam thought it would be, there should already be little pain.

Put your hands up on Milkit's face to see if it really is a symptom of Mustard poison.

Then she stood up quickly and refused to do so.

"No, sir, it's contagious."

"Mustard poison shouldn't be contagious to anyone else, but who told you that from?

"It's the Lord before. He told me never to let anyone else touch him because he would never heal to dye it."

Nature and power cage and shape the grip on the hand stretched out toward the mill kit.

That's enough nails to eat into the palm of your hand.

There are more rotten people in the world than I thought.

It is always the weak who are sacrificed, without any sin.

The perpetrator lives, and the victim suffers, and stands back, and dies after him, and even laughs at his death.

Is this the kind of irrational thing that goes through - no, can I go through it?

"All the lies... and always this guy, fool others!

If you have someone to hit this anger with, even now, you've been so angry that you want to eat your soul and turn it into two, but right now, only the victim is here.

All we can do is lick each other's wounds.

Using the momentum of both legs and arms to stand up straight, he rushed closer to the mill kit, which was a slight distance away, and hugged its body.

It's not contagious anyway.

Flam rubs his cheeks and cheeks together by touching them, even if he doesn't like the mill kit.

"No, sir, this is happening. If it gets really contagious, even your husband will look as ugly as me."

There are rare and few emotions in her unsympathetic words.

So much so that the previous Lord has threatened “don't touch anyone else" and "it will be absolutely contagious”.

"I don't care!

In an attempt to truncate such a bad memory of Milkit, Flam said loudly and roughly.

"I'm telling you, I'm not going to stop being the lord of Milkit with this! You may have tried to get away from me by showing your face, but I'm sorry. I'm more determined than I was earlier."

"That's not what I meant. But when I said I would be happy, my previous lord said this face would no longer heal, and I think I would continue to bother your husband all the time"

"That's what I was saying. Well, healing magic may not cure you."

Currently, it is the work of clerics and nuns, not doctors, to treat injuries, diseases and poisons in the kingdom.

By using the restorative magic of light attributes, no medication or surgical procedure is required to remove all obstacles.

The spread of this approach has led to a sharp increase in the average life expectancy of the Kingdom in recent decades.

But healing magic isn't omnipresent either.

There are diseases and poisons that cannot be cured.

One of them was skin rot caused by Mustard poison.

"But, Milkit, there's a way to cure it. Simple story. If you can't cure it by magic, you can cure it by medicine."

"You did...... your husband is knowledgeable even though no one else knew. But... don't the pharmacists already exist in the kingdom?

What Milkit is saying is true.

The Church began pharmacist crushing to maintain the monopoly on health care after becoming the Pope today, who inherited full authority from his father by means of a hereditary invasion.

Pressure, business disruption, buying up herbs and cutting off sources.

The pharmacists, who preached to the faithful that it was a way of demonstrating their faith in Master Origin and who were disturbed in various ways by them who believed so well, also lost their lives and most of them went out of business.

But not all of the knowledge and technology has been lost.

Until we embarked on the journey of the Demon King's Crusade, the hands of the Church's demons were not extended to the wizards who lived alone in despicable places.

Yes, that's Eterna.

During his journey, Fram was learning some of his magic and herbal knowledge from her so that he could be of some use to the party.

Although I did not go to the stage of purifying the medicine for a very short period of time, I have acquired knowledge to such an extent that I can look at the symptoms and identify the cause, as I do now.

"I know the ingredients I need for antidotes, so I'm going to collect them when my income stabilizes somewhat. I need some foolish acquaintance help to make medication from there..."

Will Eterna, who has accepted that Flam will be sold as a slave, fulfill her wishes?

What floats behind my brain is the figure of a wizard who, while at my pace, has gently given me knowledge.

I was going to make an effort to be useless.

Quite a bit, I also intended to have a relationship of trust with some people.

But when asked if she was close enough to know all of her true intentions - I'm not sure.

But I don't want to believe... then I don't.

Let's be optimistic now, let's just think about what's convenient.

Because the world is full of things that are too inconvenient.

Collect even the herbs that will be ingredients, and ask Eterna to make sure she makes the pills, he said.

"To do that, we have to get through today."

"Right. If you stay too long, the sun will go down."

The two let go of their bodies as they lit up.

And when we work together to rewind the Milkit bandage, we hold hands again and step into the woods where Warwolf is said to live.

The sun's light doesn't reach much. It's dim there, the air is cold, and the ground is taken off softly.

I gained strength, but this is the first time I've done a request as an adventurer.

My chest rattles from nervousness, “Are you sure it's okay to move on?" and a weak flam peeks into my face.

But the warmth of the handshake, the sense of purpose that “must be protected”, gave me the courage to lightly defeat the weak sounds.

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About 10 minutes after he started going through the woods, Flam stopped at a point that was still quite shallow.

Hiding in the shadow of a tree, he attracts the body of the mill kit and puts his index finger up against her lips.

There he is, Warwolf.

At the end of Flam's gaze, whispered so, was the appearance of a cat-backed wolf-type creature who traveled bipedally and searched for food.

"Um, your husband. I can't fight, but did I have to come here?"

That's the most questionable question, but you don't have to say anything at this time.

The troubled flam told the reason in a voice that lowered the volume to the extreme.

"I thought you'd wait in the king's capital, but I thought humans were more dangerous than monsters."

If I had left one of her in town, a slave, I wouldn't know what would happen.

There's a chance we'll never see each other again.

"But you can't take part in the fight, can you?

"Because I think if you run around not to get hurt today and your opponent is F-ranked, you'll be fine with Milkit. And then I'll think again about bringing him in next time."

Everything comes after you get the money and take the inn.

Flam first activated the scan to check Warwolf's status.

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Warwolf

Attribute: Soil

Muscle Strength: 159

Magic: 22

Health: 79

Agility: 207

Sense: 54

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Seeing all the numbers, she abandons them abominably.

"Really... I can't save you? Oh, that guy Dayne ended up in the same hole."

"Is something wrong?

"That monster's status totals 521. More or less, if my total status exceeds 500, I'll be treated as a D-rank monster."

"Wasn't it an F-rank?

They were totally fooled by Dayne.

If a rookie adventurer sticks into a D-rank monster, he'll definitely be killed first.

Even if we set up an operation, there is little prospect of winning.

In other words, they tried to take two lives, albeit indirectly.

But unfortunately, I'm not such a jerk.

The status increase value by the Zweihander of the flam totals 995.

It was the strength of the top D-rank class.

With even more healing power, a monster to that extent should be able to finish without any problems.

When Flam remembers, the pattern of the sword represents him from different spaces.

She grabbed it and dragged a giant sword out into this world.

Battle is ready, all you have to do is pack your distance at once and release a sword all over you.

I adjusted the position of my foot and forced myself to step out and focus on my right foot, at that time.

"Master, look at that"

Milkit's voice blocked it.

As she turned her gaze in the direction of pointing her finger, there was yet another Warwolf figure there.

Plus another one, yet another from another place, what a total of four monsters, assemble in the same place.

Warwolf is said to be a special troublemaker among D-rank monsters because he has a habit of collective action.

"If you find one, consider that there are always three lurking around."

It is so much among skilled adventurers that it is handed down as an adage.

As an adventurer, just traveling with a brave man, de rookie Flam couldn't have known that either.

It's hard to say how many stats you're winning and at the same time deal with as many as four.

Something that can't be severed.

He was a flam staring at the herd with a harsh expression, but one of the four began to wave his head suspiciously and wander his sight.

Do you perceive the smell that people cannot smell, or the sound that they cannot hear?

As they were caught, not even the remaining three looked around and began to be vigilant.

Flam and Milkit hide their bodies completely behind trees and wait for the warwolves' vigilance to end.

But before that... and suddenly strong winds swept around him, winding up the leaves on the ground.

"What!?

I accidentally close my eyes.

Flam tries to look at the Warwolves with his face covered in arms.

Then there was the figure of a giant lion, with the figure of a subhuman who had already become only his lower body, and his separated upper body out of his mouth by about half.

But the lion has wings.

Warwolf tries to attack to resist, but just down the front leg they are blown away and beaten to the trees.

And the lion ate it, one after the other.

"Scan!"

Before a big monster he'd never seen, Flam checked his status aggressively.

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Anzu

Attribute: Wind

Muscle strength: 542

Magic Power: 408

Health: 301

Agility: 422