469 1. Return from the South

"Come on, stand up. In action, the enemy won't wait."

"Ha, ha... ugh"

Cold and feverish words emanating from Lela.

But is Cress, who is being thrown at it, listening to that voice or not? Just stand back and breathe desperately.

There is no force in his legs, and he is shuddering uncomfortably.

The hand holds a long sword (long sword). However, it is unlikely that it will be able to stand as requested without the sensation of the arm, etc.

Sweat poured down my grandfather's conceded neat face. Blonde hair, stuck to a nod or cheek, disgusting. But I don't even feel like doing something about it.

Removing her gaze from Lela in a pitch-black bodysuit, Cress looks up to heaven.

Blue skies like falling out. The sun shines brightly. Everyone smiles, it's a good day.

But in Cress's eyes, the sun was seemingly swaying with all sorts of shakes.

It's not because this is the ship. It would be because either consciousness or head is going around.

The only breeze that blows through is giving me a refreshing feeling.

Would it be like a borough rag or something when I briefly describe the current cress?

Besides, all the time on the voyage, this is how it goes. It is also rumored by former slaves who took them out of the Southern continent that they treated them worse than they did when they were on the farm.

But I know more about Lela than their ex-husband.

As for Cress, I wanted to think so, and I believed it.

Because Lella, who gave instructions to set up, is waiting for Cress's health to return.

I'm not trying to kick it in with the shackles connected by the iron ball, but I'm making my hair seawind.

As for Cress, I was prepared for that, too, but even if I went towards it before I could breathe, I'd just be hit again. Then, still, you'd better bet on the possibility that you'll miss it.

Kress, who continued to be narrowed down by Lela on her southern expedition route, even wore such a pretense.

"Time's up."

"Damn."

But the Divine Divine Divine Body of Power (Avatar) is not so sweet that it waits all the time. Only, her guidance is rigorous and harsh.

Running through an irregularly rocking deck with lightness that I don't think you're wearing shackles, fleshy on the cress.

"Shit."

Sufferingly, he set up a foot payment instead of waving a long sword.

A compact, sharp kick, I don't think I was in a fluffy state.

"Asaka!

But if you don't think enough, you end up getting drunk.

He kicked her in motion like running water, and Lela went into Cress's nostalgia. Two faces approach each other breathlessly.

For a second.

A blow so loud that it sounded like Zudon was unleashed on the dovetail.

Is it a fist or a kick? Don't even know it, Kress, stands up for the occasion. I don't even get blown away by the impact. In other words, all the power was absorbed into Cress's body.

――――――――

No longer can you scream or bitter.

Like a doll with a broken thread, it collapsed to the spot.

"Empty..."

Blue sky, white clouds, brilliant sun.

Waves in the ears, sea breezes in the skin.

Reaching unconsciously to heaven, he grips his fist as if to grab the sun.

What sprang from Cress, who regained consciousness, was a sense of being alive.

"Wake up? Are you kidding me?"

"Oh...... Because it's the usual."

While I grin with pity, Cress tries to wake herself up.

But it was easily inhibited by Satya.

"Give it a rest."

"... let's do that"

Cress is pushed on the shoulder and put to sleep on the deck again.

That's when I finally realized that Satya was apparently knee-pillowing me.

But my whole body is lazy with muscle aches, and my thoughts are dull. At least, now, I didn't think of anything. Even before, it's not because Lela did the same thing to me and I was used to it. Never.

"It is to go!

"Yah!

I can hear you in the wind, the girls' voices.

On behalf of Cress, it now seemed that Alana and Petra were being treated by Lela.

That's right, should I say the divine portion of power. Not only do I drill myself, but I also don't neglect to teach backwards. It doesn't matter who you are or who you are, you probably like to work out.

As long as you have the power, you can also remove the misfortune.

Justice requires strength, first and foremost.

It was also the very teachings of Regra God, which set forth the existence of a firm power in all the assumptions.

And Lela's ability to work in the missionary service meant that the voyage home was also going well.

A successful Southern expedition on the mission of liberating slaves and acquiring seedlings while being quite unscrupulous.

Unlike going, it was a convoy that welcomed many former slaves, but there were times when it was originally planned, and no major confusion arose.

No, to be precise, shortly after we escaped, there was also a small mess.

After all, he entered the mouth of Emperor Tortoise Archeron and left the land in a departure called escape. It's hard to say that replenishment is perfect either.

In the meantime, more people all at once. It was difficult to provide outbound food.

But you can't just give up because it's difficult.

In view of the possibility of being arranged, replenishment was to be made in a port which was out of line with the original route.

Both Kress and Satya, for some reason, bit one at it - rather than working with the secretary to confirm stockpiles and prepare distribution plans, ran off to replenish them.

Cress, the prince of the Tydrack kingdom, naturally completes reading and writing calculations. But he had the insistence that he was a warrior, and had never been involved in so-called chores, including his adventurous days at Folio-Farina. I left it up to my colleagues to distribute rewards and treasures, as well as to manage party assets and other money-related aspects.

Heroes need to get involved in that. Rather, be good at it.

In retrospect now, an attitude that makes me want to turn to shame.

Because I reflected on that - not that - but anyway, the food shortage immediately after the escape was an extremely dangerous situation.

Anyway, if I did badly, I could have eaten the meal produced by the Hellenic cleric warriors with the divine spell "Communion (Mana)".

Yes, a wet, tasteless "communion".

As a result, I managed to provide more meals than the tasteless, wet, paper-like Communion, but I was fortunate that the sailors would also have been used to crude food.

"If I had to, I should have eaten and drank algae floating water in the sturdy bread of the beetle."

"Oops, salted pork, barely even Captain Nya can eat it at the end of the voyage."

"Even right after the supply, only one for four!

"That's the same as when you're on the ground. Put it on dinner."

"I don't think Yale's going to get hurt, either."

"Then, if you don't have to worry about sepsis, you'll be worried you'll be punished the other way around."

The words spoken to Cress, who seemed sorry, were quite shocking to him, raised as a prince.

This is not to say that there was a problem with Captain Evan once.

Steady bread, slight cheese, bean soup. Alternatively, oatmeal. Plus, ale paid for publicity that if you get on the boat, you can drink.

A menu that I would rather describe as bait than as a meal was obvious.

Even with the premise of combating septicaemia, Yuut, who prepared large quantities up to the preservation bottle Preservation Bottle and forcefully solved the food situation, still, I guess, somewhere out of touch.

And it was the same ex-slaves who rescued them who were used to crude food.

Though they went all the way to New Heaven and Earth, they also softened their attitude by being treated as if they were guests, although they were honestly half-hearted. Now he seemed to think about New Heaven and Earth and talk about what he wanted to do when he arrived.

Also, worship and praise the Cress as heroes.

(Are you a hero...)

Feeling Satya's body temperature in the back of her head, Cress turns her mind to the presence of 'hero'.

My grandfather, Eldrick, is an undisputed hero.

They broke through the labyrinth and rebuilt the doomed kingdom of Tidrac. That feat deserves to be called a hero.

Valtrude Istas would definitely be a hero, too.

I want to describe her very life as a hero while working to save the world more than once.

What about myself, therefore? Do you have something to shoulder with these two?

(Not even underfoot...)

That is neither humiliating nor immersed in self-inflicted abuse. Rather, its self-assessment is even a sign of growth.

Once I could only obstinate to my distance from him, but now I am supported by many, so that I can properly grasp the value of the two of them.

Yet they treat me like a 'hero'.

I am in a position of admiration, aspiration and frustration.

(Heroes are not what they become. At some point, it's what it is)

Neither my grandfather Eldrick nor Valtrude would have intended to be a hero.

By advancing to their original goals and achieving them, they became seen as heroes.

Of course, aspiring to be a hero is not a bad thing.

Both Kress, and King Alsace, are aiming for it.

But just going for it doesn't make sense again.

Have faith and act.

Now, I don't ask for an evaluation.

I guess that's what heroes are for.

"Ship! There's a small boat on the way!

From above the mast, the voice of the watchman sounded.

"It could be a wreck!

Take that and rush to Russia on the deck. A message will fly to Captain Even, and Lella and the others will stop the archery and check in the bow direction.

Cress also jumps up and goes for the tip. Now, Satya didn't stop either.

"... I don't see a ship"

However, no matter how much you glance at it, only the Great Sea Plains will spread in front of you. There were no shadows or shapes, such as ships.

"No. There does seem to be a drifting ship..."

"That's right, Lord Lela."

"If you use a spell, you might see it"

To the words of Alana and Petra, Cress nodded inside.

In fact, the watch personnel were lent a telescope with a Farsighted (Hawkeye) spell on the lens of Bold Iron (Crystal Iron) from Yut.

In other words, Lela's vision would be binocular-like, but now, to that extent, no one is surprised.

"You're not the kind of ship that can get out this far offshore. It's more surprising what you've been keeping than what you're drifting."

Lela's outlook seemed to match that of a skilled watchman.

From behind, I hear a voice explaining to Captain Evan.

"You even hit a storm, it's pretty lame. Come on"

"You can't abandon me. But keep up the good work."

By order of the captain, the deck captain elects the personnel.

A boat was rushed down for landing, accompanied by Alaina, the user of the divine spell, and Kress in case of any eventuality.

Armed without alarm, a line approaching the drifting ship.

But with the results alone, it all ended in concern.

Out in the ocean is a small boat that can only be described as reckless.

It's like a fishing boat that moves with a few people. That just has one man on board who's debilitated and breathes constantly.

However, the drifter had unexpected characteristics.

A short set of horns that grow from your forehead.

Hands and feet with sharp nails.

Head that took over the characteristics of the dragon in color.

Dragon Man?

Cress crumbles and circles her eyes in surprise.

He looks closer to the dragon than the dragon men who have emigrated to Marquis Istas territory, but he did look like a dragon man.

"Be firm! I will help you!

"... luv......, ah, ama...... sa...... Well... but..."

When Allena does the Handling, the Dragonman unconsciously utters words about whether the cloudy consciousness has recovered only slightly.

"What does that have to do with him..."

The look on Kress's face, so crushed, was really complicated.

Yut Amaxa.

The house of the Marquis Istas was slaughtered by a rare archmage (Arch Mage).

Visitors from different worlds.

And the destroyer of common sense.

When he gets involved, things get bigger...... and yet, it works. Even for this southern expedition, yes.

Haven't you been involved in the beginning of a major incident? I have a feeling about that.

Yet it's a strange sense of relief that accounts for Cress's breasts.

If you can leave it to Yut, don't worry about everything.

I just need to take over, first and foremost, in perfect condition.

I was so sure.