It's all one flower.

Cruillo goes with Medvege to the forest of Lanterna Island.

Each was responsible for bags for collecting materials and had a protective weapon in his hand. Cruillo is a curse [the Exorcism Mark] for counterdemons, and Medvege is a dagger only fifty centimeters across the blade. Both Farkill got me in the basement of this island.

"I didn't think you'd be able to swap grass for monsters like this."

When he received the dagger, Medvege was half-hearted, his eyes rounded and he grinned bitterly. The truck driver wore a hat and a shopping cage with the grass growing around it.

The dagger that Farkill had replaced at his magic tool shop, Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest, fits in a sheath reinforced with metal. In the days of the former Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom, it seems that it was the Royal Army's controlled equipment.

This double-edged sword is equipped with [anti-rust] and [stubborn] techniques, which make it difficult to spill the blade. It takes less time to take care of it. On top of that, the technique of [demon annihilation] is also hanging, and it “hits" miscellaneous demons and demons that do not have entities.

It takes magic to activate these techniques, but Medvege is a powerless people. Cruillo cages his magic by gripping the pattern instead. A pearlescent light dwelt on the sheathed body.

In the shadow of a servant as soon as he left the stronghold, his uncertain form was stupid. Miscellaneous demon. A dark shadow made of strong summer sunshine was protecting the miscellaneous demons from sunlight.

"Yikes!"

Medvege slashes on the Miscellaneous Demon. As soon as the blade touched, the fog disappeared without any response. Go on, slash it into a cluttered demon squatting (quail) in the shade of another tree. A blade with a lost pearl-colored light barely passed through a dirty jaw.

Cruello's magic suggests that other things, such as [anti-rust], that are activated at all times, can only be effective for one attack.

"Brother, isn't that awesome? No, it's big deal."

The truck driver's old man pointed his uncontrolled smile at the wizard's employee, Cruillo. Medvege is a Kirkulus, but he looks like he can't resist using a magic dagger if he lets the Kruillos worry about him.

Cruillo returned a grin that attracted him with complicated thoughts. Walk through a spell that activates a spell in your head.

... Well, I'm just glad I could defeat the Miscellaneous Demon, and that would help... but...

I don't know how much demons this will work. Once you slaughter a Miscellaneous Demon, it expires. If you can't take it down with one blow, they'll do it.

I guess Medvege, a Kirkulus, gave up on having no choice at this time. He dared to please me and try to reassure me of Cruillo and Farkill.

Cruillo felt sorry for the care and pain in the back of his chest.

In the Star Way Prostitute Army, they also trained for the White Soldier War.

I heard from Leno that Medvege was fighting well against thugs on that canal, even if he was passive in large numbers. Besides, he's got a broken arm.

"I know how to fight. I'll take care of it."

That's what Medvege himself said, he took on the dagger, but so the guilt of trampling his faith wasn't a wack to disappear.

That's why I don't think I can fight when Cruillo has a dagger with no martial arts or swordsmanship at all, Isa.

The forest near the base, which was hidden by several techniques, had almost (mostly) exhausted the grass and herbs. Referring to the map Farkill showed me, I stepped out into the driveway once and into the forest a little south.

I am going to be home today at lunch and I have only brought water. The pharmacist (dull) Awellana gave me a little scratch medicine just in case.

The two collect spreads, medicinal herbs that become wound pills, insect cotton, edible grass, and more. What Medvege picks is predominantly crawling grass. Not efficient, but while one picked, the other guarded his surroundings and prepared him for demons and suspicious people.

... Well, speaking of suspicious people, we seem to have enough.

Cruillo picked up the edible grass Leno taught him and put it in a plastic bag.

Unexpectedly, a small sigh leaks. In consideration for the [endless bag (mulberry)], the list of materials requested from the store that would mediate also included the bull horns of fire.

... I mean, you're somewhere on this island.

That stronghold, because it is protected in the junction, if it becomes Isa, if it runs and escapes, it helps, but from here it doesn't get that way either.

Cruillo is a magical cloak conceded to me by the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, somewhat protected from heat, miscellaneous demons, etc., but Medvege has no protective equipment.

Cruillo thought it was horrible to get away from a safe place.

... If you weren't a Kirkulus, I could have let you have the [exorcism] spell.

The spell Furkill got in the city was exchanged for the Medvege craftsmanship. He was the one who deserved to have a spell, but he was prevented from giving it to the wall of faith.

... Isn't it strange that you can't defend yourself because of faith? What religion is it for?

I shrugged in my heart the question I didn't know how many more times it would be since I started acting with them Kirkurs. In fact, I don't know what they think of Kirkurists, as I've never heard of them in person with their mouths as well as Cruello.

I guess Medvege is still a faint believer. I use a magic dagger. The truth is, you may think it's insidious, but the truth is unknown.

... If you want a sword, I think a spell would be nice.

The curse was turned down for what was different. No matter how much I think about it, the unanswered question repeats itself in my head. The task of picking herbs and putting them in bags mechanically progresses, but there was no conversation between them.

"It's dangerous!

Medvege's tight scream made me feel like a jerk.