Chapter 47.3 – It Would be Great if I Could Live My Life Without Getting Lost

「Something came again?」

「……b…….b…….i……g……g…..」

She sounded like a wrinkled old woman.

She held a finger up and pointed to the north.

「From the north! A big one is coming!」

「What did you say!! Ah, yeah—-!! Something’s coming from the north!! A big one is coming!!」

Each carriage replied to the deafening voice.

「North!! How many!!」

「One!!」

「North!! A big one!!」

The carriage gradually slowed down but it would take a while before it completely stopped.

The fully equipped adventurers jumped down from the carriage that had slowed down a bit.

I stuck my head out of the air window on the roof of the carriage and looked to the north and saw the wheat field in the far distance being plowed.

The beast, which is already a little visible from a distance, was a big, red-cheeked fox.

「Keeeen!!!」

「 Red-cheeked fox!!」

「I’ve never seen one that big before!」

「Bow bow!! Prepare your bows!!」

「Everyone, shoot it all together!」

「Carriage, go ahead first! Don’t stop! We’re almost at Torquiva!」

「Gyan!」

With a single howl, the attack of the fox’s tail sent all three adventurers flying together.

This isn’t good….

We’ve come this far!

We’re so close to saving everyone!!

「Hyrurururururu…………」

At that moment, I heard something high-pitched, like a chirp.

「Gugyaaaaaa!!」

The next moment, a shadow fell from the sky and something that looked like a spear was thrust into the fox’s shoulder.

「Vongo-chan! Stay where you are!」

From a distance, I see something running towards us.

It was too fast for someone on a horse.

Is that a dragon knight?

No, it’s a centaur!

She has a muscular body, rich brown hair flowing down her back, and countless weapons on her back.

「For you〜!」

With a slow voice, a red spear was thrust into the fox with the same momentum she was running.

「Keeeeen!」

The jousting spear nailed the fox to the ground.

The centaur drew her great sword from her back and easily decapitated the fox as if she was cutting up smoked meat.

「Oi! Did you see that?」

「I saw it! The fox was decapitated!」

「That’s not what I’m talking about! It’s the centaur! That’s Seven Sword Pickles! The mightiest of the Schenkers!」

I must apologize to the coachman who’s excitedly talking about something but, I was too absorbed in watching Pickles-san’s heroic figure and didn’t hear much.

There’s such a strong woman in Torquiva.

The world is big, very big.

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After arriving in Torquiva, I was honestly disappointed.

We were all bought together and healed together by healing magic.

I wasn’t able to say a word with master.

The ones who couldn’t speak, the ones who couldn’t move, they all got better.

My illness, which had caused me so much pain, was completely gone and I was able to start working right away.

Until now, I had kept the divine protection of knowing which direction in secret from people I met for the first time….

However, from now on, I’m going to use it as my weapon so I’m going to tell everyone about it.

Some people laughed at me and said “That’s it?” but I didn’t care.

It was the bird god who saved me from the storm.

I did that and soon, I caught the eye of the head slave, Chicken-san, and she put me on an important job.

I guess everything has its uses.

There is no such thing as useless power. Even the powerful Pickles-san is loved by the mole god which made her treated like a misfit.

It’s a wonderful thing to have a god to pray to.

Bird god, military officer Sawadi-sama, I will work for you today too.

And father and mother.

Now that I have accumulated enough pocket money, I’m sending you this letter which summarizes my little adventure.

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Magical Schenker Group.

A guide on the road.

“Won’t Get Lost” Opika.