Chapter 147

Chapter 147: 147

Trying to get to the woods in the morning, the gatekeeper, unlike yesterday, stopped me immensely.\n

Many times, I get reluctant to say ‘I have a child by myself’ no matter what I say is ok.

I promised not to run and do anything dangerous as soon as I felt strange signs, and I was allowed to go out into the woods somehow.

Does this look so dangerous?

Nevertheless, all town gatekeepers have many overprotective people.

Because of the dangerous Grubbal, is this every time I go to the woods?

Don’t get tired of it.

First we head to the dump.

Sola and Flem are being fed.

There were two more, so I was anxious to see if I needed a lot of potion, but I didn’t need to worry about it.

The amount of Sola eaten was reduced to about half.

And Frem’s eating half of that.

I mean, the consumption is almost the same as before.

Does that mean Sora’s been eating Frem’s share?

How strange.

“There it is. I knew it was huge.”

In front of you is a vast dump.

There is a wide variety of garbage, even if you just look at it.

I also saw the broken sword being thrown away in a state of escape.

We need to be careful not to injure our legs.

Look around the dump and look for places that have less impact if the wind blows.

I kind of miss this behavior, too.

Gently place the bag with the frem in the somewhat tucked away area at the root of one tree.

Then when I open the bag lid and gently lift the flem, I lower it to a place where the wind is less affected.

“I’m going to go secure the potion, so you wait here. Be careful not to be flown by the wind.”

Sora was often rolled in the wind, but what about Flem?

If the wind blows hard, you have to be careful, because they’ll roll you everywhere.

“I’m coming.”

It’s just Sora and Flem’s potion today.

Other potions slowed down when they were placed in an authentic velcro bag.

So I’m still able to use it sparingly.

As we enter the dump, Sora jumps right next door and rushes into the garbage.\n

You’re kind of better today than usual.

“Sora, be careful not to get hurt.”

Well, if you go too far, it’s hard to get back, so you can go around here, right?

Still, you’re throwing it away in bulk.

Ah, but I guess the potion quality is a little bad.

“Puffy ~”

Sora’s in a good mood.

Did something good happen to you?

When I looked in the direction where Sola’s voice sounded, a sword was stabbing Sola.

“What! Yeah! Hey, Sola, you okay?

I rush over to Sola.

And on the sword you’re stabbing… hmm?

Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~.

The indescribable sound echoes slightly from Sola’s mouth, and the sword grows smaller and smaller.

Could it be eating?

In the meantime the sound continues, the sword keeps fitting in my mouth and now the gripping part is about to enter.

Definitely eating.

Eh, Sola only ate blue potion at first, didn’t she?

I ate the red potion and the red slime increased.

What would you give birth to if you ate a sword?

Oh, no!

That’s not what I’m worried about right now.

Is that it?

Look at the landscape that Sola is eating.

Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~.

The second sword gets smaller with tremendous momentum.

Like he used to say it would take half a day or a day to eat out one, although he showed me the sword-eating slime.

Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~, Kishu ~.

Already, the second part of the grip is about to get into my mouth.

The atmosphere seems somewhat satisfying, so I guess there is no problem.

I wonder if my digestion rate feels like a solar specification. \nCan we do that now?

Yeah, yeah, let’s do that.

You’ve given up thinking since yesterday.

“Hahaha, it’s beyond comprehensible tolerance.”

To whom are you making excuses?

Ha, let’s find the potion.

Oh, does Sora eat swords mean Flem eats anything other than potions?

Let’s just secure the potion, and then we’ll see how it goes.

And there’s a lot of garbage.

“Oh, do I need to pick up my sword too?

View Sola.

It is rocking with great satisfaction.

How many swords the hell did you eat?

The sword that was around Sola, it’s all gone at some point.

… Glad I got a magic bag.

Otherwise, it would have been a big deal.

“All right, over”

I packed a potion in a bag, took out a new magic bag and packed my sword.

I’m glad I brought it.

Returning to where Flem waits, Flem is still or somehow a rolling figure.

Looks like Flem was also flown into the wind after all.

It’s not such a strong wind today.

“Frem, are you okay?

“Cuckoo.”

Can’t you handle this way of ringing a little more?

I feel more sorry for you than Sola……

“Pu!”

I just thought something was wrong, but Sora screams in dissatisfaction.

I wonder why I did it.

“Flem, do you have anything else you want to eat besides the red potion?

“Cuckoo.”

\nStop on the spot and look up.

I knew it.

I had eyes with Ciel on the tree.

“Good morning, Ciel. Sorry I’m a little late.”

“Nya-yay.”

Ciel descends from a fluttering tree.

Keep your throat rattling, it’s getting sweet.

You didn’t even thank me properly because I got bummed yesterday.

“Ciel, thank you for protecting Sola and the others yesterday. And thanks for hunting Grubbal.”

“Nya-yay.”

“Right now, the people in town were anxious because there are no top adventurers in Alltown. But I think I could feel a little relieved that Ciel hunted Gulbal for me. Thank you so much.”

Grrrrr, grrrr, grrrr.

Caress the eggs slowly.

Ciel, who narrows her eyes and rings her throat in a pleasant way, is the cutest.

“Puffy ~”

Sora is also in a good mood to jump around Piong Piong.

With that said, since yesterday, I haven’t been in a bad mood for Sola once.

I hope you stay calm.

“Oh, yeah! Ciel, Tame’s mark has changed a little. Sora, can you come over here for a second?

“Puffy.”

Sora jumps big with Piong and jumps into her arms.

I was thinking more about doing it so I could deal with it right away.

Heh, good.

“Puppy-puppy”

“Huh, that’s all you have to say. Ciel, this is where the mark came in.”

Show Ciel the mark of Sola.

Sitel staring.

Then a new mark appears as soon as the mark on Ciel’s forehead disappears.

Yeah.

No matter how many times you look at it, it’s an act of overturning common sense, isn’t it?

Gently stroke the place of the mark.

I’d really like to taste it someday.