I Will Leisurely Become Healer in Another World

"Rick, can you do this slime too?"

"Fine, but you taught me how to do it?

"I've taught you, but you've hardly ever seen a slime. That's what I've lived for over a hundred years, and the last couple of years, I can't believe I started seeing slime."

Rick shrugged his shoulder. I've never seen Rik slime in this world before. I think that's the last couple of years.

Rick is a reincarnator. To be precise, I was forced into this world by a suspicious woman named Goddess.

If you think you're unconscious in a train derailment, it was a rebirth room. Lanobe.

But the most embarrassing thing was myself floating around in that lanobe-like development and haunting even though I was a good adult.

While the other two women were both pompous, they could not properly think of reincarnating and living in the words of different worlds reincarnation, sword and magic.

Now that I live in this world, I think that woman who was instantly answered about the three wishes the goddess said is really amazing. To tell the truth, Rick regretted it for a moment after he said that the woman had fished him into the same wish. He said I should have made it cheaper.

But that woman's wish taught me that if anyone is healthy and supportive by her side, then it is up to her later, that living even in different worlds is the same thing.

"So take a good look. It doesn't always have to be me."

Rick tells his uncle next door to two houses.

"Look, hey, and. If I spit out the acid, I'll do it again. And then I don't throw up anymore, so I'm gonna throw up."

The plump slime quickly loses its shape. Rick magically let the water out, washed the remaining demon stones and picked them up. Magic is fun to use whenever you want.

"Isn't that nice? Rick's a good penny."

"That's not what this is about. This is all the more slime, so we all need to get this way so we don't get hurt."

"Oh, oh. I'm fine, thank you."

My uncle has waved away. He's over a hundred years old and he's looking like a middle-aged man. Rick thinks he's more like a child.

Looking around as Rik dropped off his uncle, it's a neat wheat field there. The hill behind the right hand is surrounded by fences, dozens of cows relaxing and eating grass.

This is the achievement of three years since I was dropped here. Rick's heart fills with quiet satisfaction.

Though it's still far from self-sufficiency in meat, that's, you just have to do it really slowly. It's popular with everyone that butter and milk are now available a little cheaper and that meals are more enjoyable. He also exported to other realms, and instead became available items that were not available on the plains. Dry fish in the lake swamp is a treat.

It's funny how you appreciate freshwater fish, even though it's easy to get here if you're a sea fish.

"Here's how you put this dried fish from the lake swamp that dried over the night back into the water, and when you simmer it in milk, the fish loosens up and becomes a delicious soup."

If you say so, it's Maria next door to three houses who cook for you. Sometimes he comes to cook. Only at this time of cooking is my father Cyrus honestly treating me with a troubled face as well. I wish I could get married soon. Rick thinks it's not a bad life for two guys either.

It was a cold night when such a lik was dropped into this world. It was the snow that wasn't falling, but there was no light at all but the moonlight. There, it was like a meadow, with tall grass rang a rustle and a sound. When I look at myself, I boot in my shirt, my pants, my vest. I was so small that I didn't think I was a villager. More importantly,

"It's cold! If you want to drop it in the winter, give me about your jacket!

It was so thin that I accidentally shouted out loud.

"Damn, when I think about it, three perks and nothing, I inadvertently thought of the goddess because he's the one who killed us, and he's a little pretty, but this is actually the situation, and you can be mad at me, right?

Shivering in the cold wind, Rick looked around anyway. It looks like nothing, but if you look closely, it's a black shadow by the way, and the light is flickering because apparently the lights in the house are leaking.

"People! If you manage to walk that far."

I couldn't help but say it. Rick walked desperately. Warm as you walk,

"It won't - rather the wind is taking away my temperature more and more... Yeah, you just have to run."

Rick realised so with a rattling tremor, he ran towards the light, which was getting a lot closer. Coming close, it was a pretty big house, and Rick knocked on a big door, supposedly the front door, with a dong. You want me to call the bell? I don't see it, that kind of thing. Yeah, poking around alone, beating full force.

"What, on a night like this"

The door opened suddenly. With the lights, warm air and a delicious smell drifted.

"Excuse me, you know"

Shit, Rick was in a hurry when he didn't think about how to explain it. It was a disappointing man who came out, maybe in his thirties, older than himself, slightly ill-eyed but seemingly dependable.

"You're a face I've never seen."

"Oh, me, here, I don't know, uh"

"Well, come in."

The man turned his body half diagonally and cleared the place for Rik to get in. Rick, who tried to get inside, gutted his knee off as soon as he took a step forward. My body seemed colder than I thought. The man, who reached out unexpectedly to the rattling and trembling Rick, looked suspiciously at that body in thin clothes as it seemed, but brought him in before heating with his shoulders supported anyway.

I'm glad the guy bought it, it's the latest demon prop stove. Moving the chair from the table, the man let Rik sit there when he brought it in front of the heating. While relieved in a warm room, Rik's body trembles heavily without losing cold air from the core of his body even if he is subjected to heat that blurs the surface. The man brought a butterfly and a blanket and wrapped them around Rik, he brought a warm soup and let that cup grip Rik's hand.

"Drink."

That's what I blurted out of him, and he held my hand until Rick drank a cup of it. With something warm inside my body, I finally stopped trembling, and I couldn't help but drowsiness struck me. The man lifts up faceless and carries Rik, whose neck shakes as he creaks and eventually leans against the man and falls asleep.

"Clothes are not dirty. It's better to keep dressing like this."

When the man removed the blanket from Rik, he placed it gently on the bed in the room and put a futon over Rik to further cover the blanket over it.

"It wasn't the wind of being lost. Instead of even being as thin and dirty as the occasional streamers, clean. I don't even put on my jacket, I just think I got thrown away. What the hell?"

The man glanced at him like he was just a little irritated. But I can't help it because I'm here right now. The man softened his forehead into the eyes of a child who had finally returned in complexion. Slightly habitual, longer hair. On a thin jaw, a mouth that seems to be strong in will.

"Falco"

No, Falco would have been fifty by now. It's just that I can't really picture that kid being taken at the age of three growing up. I give my thoughts to my son, who has never seen him since he was gone. Even though some kids can't keep it even if they want to.

"If you don't want a kid, you can have me."

If someone says they dumped this girl, they should be able to keep it with them. The man quietly cemented his resolve.