Miniature Garden Chemister

I swallowed my breath all the way down to hold my pulsating heart.

The tomb of Lady Lettysreel........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... My body trembled slightly at its construction, which I don't think is underground.

At the center of the door, it looks like the same floral crown as the cursed slave print of me and Ickle. I don't know what that means... but I think it's an important connection to Mr. Lettysreel.

"…… This door is not going to open."

"Mm-hmm... you're not even scared, are you locked?

Seeing Ichiru try to push the door open, I'll try again and follow it... but there are no signs of frightening movement. Pushing it all the way up across the body, but it seemed impossible.

Take a breath, it's not like something's going to happen.

"Also, do you have a saying………?

"I wonder."

"Hmmm......? Hilarious sesame seeds!"

………………

I couldn't. It's a little embarrassing.

"... or I'm sure this cursed slave print is the key. Look, it's getting a little hot and glowing!

"Well, it's certainly reasonable to think so. I just don't know how to use the spell slave print."

"That's right, what am I going to do...... what, huh?

…… that?

Still I walked to the far end of the door with Ickle's voice in my ear, "What's wrong?" Because I found something carved on the wall next to the door.

I wondered what it was, and there was something there that I thought was a message from Mr. Lettysreel.

"Uh, 'I'll be asleep for a while... Letty Threel'... are you asleep?

"You're kind of selfish."

"Well, well. But I don't know how to open it if this is the case, so I'm in trouble. Oh, the date is also carved...... 1,012 years?

Do you mean the day Master Lettysreel wrote this?

Speaking of which, although I have studied the history here (Letty Threel) a little bit, I don't think you know anything about 1,000 years ago.

"It's 1,513 years now. If that date is true, it's the end of the Dark Age."

"Ainkoki............?

"Yes, it's just a partial legend, but it's called the Dark Period in an era where there's no historical material. The Kingdom of Saliton and the Kingdom of Raleel were born in 1,200, and the Kingdom of Agdis in 1,210. And the Mushbar Empire was born in 1,300 years."

"All…… after the supposedly falling asleep year, what is it?"

That would include an era called the Dark Period... which must have been peaceful for Master Lettysreel. Master Lettysreel lives in peace, he has a lover, and he gets a ring. And they stole that ring, and I fell asleep. Does that mean?

"…… It's sad."

Have you been sleeping here for more than 500 years?

I want to wake you up but I still don't know how to do that.

In the meantime, I walked over to Ikuru to have an ops meeting... and fell all I wanted on the stone.

"Master Hinami! Are you okay now?

"Ugh, it's okay. Sorry, thanks."

"Fine, take a healing pill (potion)... Huh?

"What?"

The moment I took Ickle's offered hand, a great light enveloped me and Ickle. I'm in a hurry about what's going on, but I don't feel bad about it. Rather, so much so that I might say it's warm and reassuring.

Except for the anxiety, however, the hand of Ikuru grows stronger.

"... the spell slave print is glowing, looks like it"

"True......! What the hell do you mean......? Hold hands. So?

Speaking of the perception of the cause, the cursed slave print that connects me to Ichle.

Ikuru woke me up and I let go of my hand gently. Then, once again, the light turned smaller... and settled by the same time that it had first glowed lightly.

If I took Ickle's hand again, I was similarly caught in the blinding light.

"The cause, when my left hand and Ickle touch, looks like it's glowing."

"Right. Can we open the door now? … In the meantime, Hinami-san should take her recovery medicine (potion) first."

"Thanks."

Ikuru takes the health medication (high potion) out of the pouch on his hips and gives it to me. I rushed to receive it and drank it, and my knee healed beautifully.

I don't know about drinking with this kind of scratch... but I need to make sure it's all right. Well, I just wish I hadn't fallen. Let's be careful.

I go next to the icle touching the door with my left hand with a cursed slave print and I touch the door again too.... touching them both at the same time doesn't make any particular difference. Will there be any change if we join hands?

"Look, Hinami-sama."

"Yeah!"

On the hand of Ikuru, which was offered naturally, I lay this on my own again naturally.

"It's a curse slave print you're supposed to tie up, but it's kind of warm."

"…… Right."

When I laughed at him, Ikuru smiled back at me while I was frightened.

When I touched the door with my connected hand, the light lit up on the pattern in the center of the door. As if, if I looked up to you as if you were a magical formation... without making a sound, the door slowly opened.

"Opened…………"

The door, which was neither pushed nor pulled, paved the way lightly if the cursed slave imprints were touched together.

I wondered what it was like to hit my body... my chest rang from time to time.

What I saw at the end of the door was a one-way passage.

Though I was wondering if it was dark...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Eh?"

"…………?

A little further down the aisle I was looking at, there, was a girl. I dreamed about it, girl.

Yes, that is...... Master Letty Threel..................!!

"…… Lady Lettysreel!

".................. Huh!!"

When I called my name, I shook my shoulder and turned my heel.

Pink gold, long, fluffy hair that seems to reach the ground, white and cute dress. The frivolous girl hastily disappears into the back road.

I raised my voice and tried to chase after it right away... but my heartbeat like an early bell stops it. Every time I did that, my body froze.

"Is that the goddess Letty Threel?

"........................ yeah. I met him in a dream, he looked like he was. Without a doubt, Mr. Lettysreel."

I remember a girl who looked like that, decent. Though he looks a little younger than me, I guess his actual age isn't comparable to mine.

I thought she was asleep, but I thought she was awake.

"In the meantime, shall we go after him?"

"Ugh, yeah......!

"There might be something, so take your time. Hinami should be able to use his defense skills at any time."

"Okay."

Knocking through the door, Ickle walks ahead and follows it. I was terribly relieved to be in a place I didn't know, when I thought it was the usual formation.

Unlike the stairs that came down, the dusty passage seemed very well maintained. If Master Lettysreel lives there, maybe it's natural.

If this is the case, the demons may not come out. If you think it's a little reassuring...... three slimes in front of you.

"Huh!? Lady Lettysreel's house? So I just thought there was no such thing as demons...!

"Sure, it's a weird story about demons in places where goddesses protect them. Outreach, isn't the goddess herself a demon?

"... eh, ickle!

I tried to raise my voice about what I was going to say, and I caught a large rat-like demon that appeared additionally in my sight and raised my pitiful voice about "hi-no".

You must have noticed that my body was stretched. Ikuru says, "It's okay," and waves the stick. He threw a dagger at the slime in a distant place and knocked it down, and the nearby rat demon created a flame with a stick and knocked it down.

Use your wrist to twist and rotate the stick and manipulate it as if it were your own body.

The stick of Ikuru, which I admire at all times, doesn't even make me think of the dust as being blind. Does the body remember everything? Is the mind, the body, engraving the movement?

"…… Wow."

What I can get out of my mouth is a voice of praise. He wasn't conscious, but Ickle noticed. "I'm not such a strong demon," he told me with a frightened face.

Still, I think it's amazing to me. Instead, I'm sorry I could only send such cheap words.

Another spin, twirling the stick and a blow to the demon.

After you finish knocking everything down, check around again, and Ikuru walks relaxed to me. Feel relieved by the voice "It's okay now," and once again proceed to the back of the aisle.

A little further, the same rat demon came out as earlier... and Ikuru quickly repelled it. It really wasn't such a strong demon.

If I thought so, I even came out with demons like straw and carnivorous plants.

"Hey, what...!!"

"You're a cannibal flower. They'll eat you when you get closer...... dude!

They're eating me!! I'm so scared of that...!

If I was in fear, Ickle twirled the stick and swung it forcefully from back to front. In an instant, the flames rise and burn directly into cannibal flowers.

Well, it's a plant, so it's vulnerable to flames. If you can attack at a distance, it might be a little safe. I carve it into my heart that it's the type of demon I should never come close to.

If you don't move, I think it might be a good idea for me to use a bow... but I'm afraid it's moving slowly with a plain noodle. If you get stuck in front of me without being able to stop you with one shot, you might pass out because of the fear of being eaten.

"Ha... I don't know, it's bad for your heart. This place is..."

"That's just Hinami-sama. They're in the woods and stuff, so be careful."

"In the woods......!

Will it strike all over the forest plants? You can't go into the woods because you're afraid. It's a forest around the house......! When you go out there, you can't have Ichiru or Marumaru with you. Absolutely.

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"About half an hour now? It's kind of been a straight line all along, but when are we gonna catch up with Master Lettysreel?"

I don't know, the aisle is all the way in a straight line. The demon kept standing...... but I encountered it many times and Ikuru knocked it all out without even breathing.

In the meantime, he said it was time to talk about the finish line. It's not like you've been able to walk, is it? Never. Besides, look, I figured a place called Dungeon would soften your nerves. What do you call it?

That's what I think, look at the icle in front........................... Huh?

In my sight, Ickle.

He said that he was being sheltered from being covered or covered with Ickle's "Skills!" It would be a miracle to have been able to judge with a hasty voice.

Without that voice, I'm sure my body, my mouth, my voice... couldn't move.

"……… Hinami-sama!!"

"Ah, ooh... et al...." The Madness of Light (Wright Rhapsodia) "!!"

Moment after moment, the flames engulfed me and Ichiru.

If I was a little behind, I would be relieved to think that it might have reached the point of fire.

But why did the flames come at us......? With the question on my mind, I looked forward over Ickle's shoulder, and there I was…… the dragon.

"… it doesn't seem to have grown well, but it does."

"Ya, I knew it was bad............?

A cold sweat tells a serious eye icle sometime.

Behind the dragon, a big door. Yeah, maybe or maybe not, this is the final point. So, is that dragon in a bossy position?

I don't know, but I guess I can't move on without knocking him down.

"Master Hinami should be able to use his skills at any time."

"……… Okay."

And he stares at the dragon, and the ickle rises.

He told me not to go into a place that was a little hallway, and he kept me waiting at the aisle wall. Just me somewhere safe............! And I want to say. But, no doubt, I'm on my feet.

Although I regret it, there must be something else I can do. Hold the healing medicine (potion) in your hand and wait for whatever happens. That's what I can do now, limit value.

"... Honestly, I don't know if I can defeat it. But you can't just come this far and back off."

"Hey, Ickle, Ma...... Huh!

Wait! I tried to scream like that, but Ikuru rushed out for the dragon sooner than that......!

Although it looks a little smaller than the dragon Mr. Alfred is serving, he is still about three meters long.

Because it is a child's dragon, I thought that Ikuru would take it down lightly... but I couldn't realize that it wasn't.

Dip the dragon's puking flame with a piece of paper, poke the gap and attack with a stick. Is it because that dragon attack is a flame that you don't carry out a flame attack? Probably predict that the attack is hard to work because of the same flame attribute.

Icicle crossing the wings of a flame and a dragon, but I can tell from a distance that my breath is gradually rising. It doesn't look like Ickle's offense is working very well, though the Dragon's offense will never stop.

He said it was speed oriented, so I guess the blow itself isn't that heavy. Besides, I can't afford to move... because I'm sure I'm blind.

Ickle said it was the magic of the wind, making up for the invisible sight. It's not that it's visible, it's that the wind is checking the position of people and objects.

But under the present circumstances...... it should be rather tight, too much, to say that the aid is to be provided by the magic of the wind. So far, the dragon attack has been intense.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"……………!

"Ikuru............ Huh!!"

I guess the wind magic hasn't helped. Where you land from the air to the ground, the wings of the dragon hit the shoulder of the icle.

I jumped out and I wanted to go, and I was holding onto my hand | I opened the lid of the health restoration pill (High Potion)... and threw it toward my thoughtful Icicle.

"…… Nice assist, right?"

"Icl............!

You're turning your back on me, but I'm guessing everything I do is foreseeable.

Throwed to Ichiru | The health restorative medicine (High Potion) was received by a stick that Ichiru turned in his back. No, it was broken.

Cracked | The bottle of Health Restoration Drug (High Potion) sparkled through the universe and the liquid in it poured down onto the icle instantly to heal the shoulder injury.

"…… ha, good."

It is also in the meantime that the appeasement has taken place, and the next attack is immediately launched into Ichiru.

Ickle's movements have not gone up separately. On the contrary, it may be slowing down gradually. Isn't this bad if maybe not? Yes, by the head.

I wish my defensive skills were delivered at a distance, biting my teeth.

"... ugh, this...!

I hear Ichiru's painful voice, but I scratch the dragon's actions on a piece of paper.

Would such an attack have lasted 15 minutes? I | squeeze my health restorative medicine (High Potion) tightly and just keep staring at Icicle and Dragon.

But the next moment.

Ikuru kicked up the ground a long time ago and danced the universe out of thin air.

Until now, when I went into the air, I couldn't seem to catch the dragon moving. That's why I've been fighting with my feet on the ground for so long... what the hell is wrong with you?

A spinning Ichiru stick hits the shoulder of the dragon. He twisted his body with that recoil as it was and shook up a thoughtful stick from behind to forward. A flame appeared and wrapped around the stick. I'm usually just flying flames......?

But my question spreads quickly. Because Ikuru's stick struck the dragon. Wow! Wow, I almost stumbled on my voice and rushed to keep my mouth down. Even though Ickle may be concentrated, we can't mess it up.

But if you keep looking at Ickle...... apparently your movements have changed.

As I can see, Ickle's speed is moving, judging fast. He twists his body in the air and uses a stick to avoid the attack of the dragon on a piece of paper.

As if I could afford it, as I say.

"Ickle...... Huh!

"Guaaaa!!"

At the same time as my scream, an even more icru blow decides beautifully on the head of the dragon.

It was a sad screaming dragon... but it never collapsed and hit Ickle even more.