What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Episode 61: Fire on the Lake

The strawberry condition is, clearly, unexpected.

After confirming the fever, we spent two nights on the spot, but neither the medicines fried with the herbs that Milliu and Heinemarie had been looking for, nor the diligent nursing of Momohina, had any minor effect. Or not at all. Rather, it worsened obviously, the fever rose, joint pain became stronger, and the range of rashes widened.

If you try to make me drink water, I will. If you try to feed me something, chew it and only give it away. But strawberries are definitely imposing. Whatever the water is, I don't want to see any food, it's obvious that I don't have an appetite for it.

I want to get better, or I'll annoy you, because I don't want to bother you any more, so I'm trying to eat things somehow. I vomit when I put a lot in my stomach all at once, so little by little, to withstand the bitterness, the strawberries eat.

Strawberries breathe all the way through, sweating in surprise, always trying, but their bodies seem too tight to sleep, and they wear out extra because they can't sleep.

I made up my mind.

There are limits to curing here. According to my calculations, the destination is in three days. I just have to go.

Of course, strawberries can't walk. We need to carry it.

This problem was solved by Heinemarie. He made his own sturdy bunk, somewhat cramped, that could be mounted on the saddle of a temuzine, but each person managed to lay down his body.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry.

I want to rush ahead, but it will strain both temuzin and strawberries, so don't panic, don't make a scene, take it slow.

I'm, well, as usual, Momohina is squeamish. Milliu and Heinemarie are also quiet.

I know it's them, but can't you just tell them to cheer up?

We proceeded to blur the foothills of an elongated mountain called Spear Mountain and reached the shores of a rounded lake named Mirror Lake just before the sun fell.

Among the dwarves who became friends in the Iron Blood Kingdom is a one named Holbenst. This guy's uncle Jacher is a travel lover who can be called a rare breed for Dwarves, and he lets us talk everywhere every time he goes somewhere and comes back. I purchased a lot of information from Holbenst in advance.

We talked about a settlement of freshwater fishermen around Mirror Lake called Land Sahagin, but it's dark and I'm not sure. Just in case, we decided to camp in the woods away from Mirror Lake.

You were right.

When the sun was completely down and dark, the fire lit up all over Mirror Lake.

"... oh, that's..."

Heinemarie shuddered.

"Or, if... aren't you a human soul... ugh!?"

"Are you scared"

When Milliu laughed, heh, Heinemarie said,

"Nah, I'm telling you, there's no way this Heinemama Marie is going to be scared of Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihime."

"Then talk decently"

That's what I said, Heinemarie ate her teeth all the time, and then she laughed.

"It's true. I'm not scared. Heinemarie is alone... Ugh, and I just couldn't get my tongue around, what's that now..."

"You know, it's just a pine light."

"... heh, Matsuaki... heh!?"

"Probably because of Lu Sahagin. Shall I take a look? Momohina, Hainemarie, you're talking about strawberries."

"Nah. Yes, sir."

"... Ugh. I would like to accompany you as Heinemarie, but if Xaragi says so, it is inevitable..."

"Milliu, come on"

"Yes, Master Kisaragi......!

I looked at the strawberries a little before I walked off.

The strawberries, on the bedside that they put off from the saddle of the temuzine and laid on the ground, are fur, hah, hah, hah. I hardly ever talked to you again, but you felt my gaze, and you turned your face over here.

It's dark around. I don't even burn for caution, so only the moonlight, the starlight, depends. I don't know what a strawberry looks like.

But I thought you laughed.

You.

If you're laughing.

I returned a bitter laugh and headed to Mirror Lake with Milliu.

When I lost sight of the momomohinas and temuzins, I let go of my legs.

"How much do you think I'll have"

"... I'll be honest with you, I don't know. If I were a spelldoctor, I wonder if I could do something with my hands..."

"Right."

"It's just debilitating, but I was wondering if it's going to work out in a day or two"

"Don't take it easy."

"I am well aware that Master Kisaragi does not want rest or anything else."

I shrugged my shoulders and kept quiet for a while.

I hit him in the tongue.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Or maybe it's wind and earth disease"

"... I see"

We came to this Grimgal from somewhere. So, I left Altana and traveled through the Iron Blood Kingdom of Dwarf, in the Black Gold Mountains, where Elves live.

Naturally, there are pathogens everywhere. The creatures that live there are immune, and are often lightly soaked or not sickened in the first place by that pathogen. But except for those who came into the land from outside.

I am invincible and sturdy, so naturally any pathogen will pass. Momohina is also natural and sturdy.

Strawberries don't either.

Well, it's common - I guess it's normal.

So it's not weird to have one or two of the illnesses.

The problem is that wind and earth disease can be aggravated if someone who is not immune suffers, and when... it can lead to death.

"I'm sick too..."

I don't want to tell you that I can't fight, even if my mouth is torn, but I can't think of a good way. What happens when you get to your destination? It's not like there's something wrong. No, you just have to look for the rest. Why don't you go for it? I want to get to it quickly. I don't know what I should aim for all night and on the super express. No, even the strawberries are weak. Even temujin needs to rest and eat a lot of grass. The decision to camp is never a mistake. The night is also dangerous.

"Dear Xaragi,"

Milliu hid himself slightly in one of the wooden trees close to the lake bank.

I crouched next to Milliu, too.

Eye gazing.

"... a ship"

"Yes, it seems so."

"I heard that Lu Sahagin is a fisherman."

Fishmen also have their kind, and in the case of land sahaggins, although they cannot breathe in the water, they can dive in the water for such a long time. Don't get on a boat, you can swim.

But in fact, there are so many boats floating in the lake that I want to call them countless. The flames of the pine lights are shaking on those ships.

"... Could it be a fishery?

"Ah."

And Milliu said,

"Perhaps so. One has a pine light and some seem to be working on it"

"If you're a fisherman, swim... No, it's a net. What's more efficient to use?"

"They seem to be at work. Isn't there a danger...?

"I hope so."

"Huh..."

I pushed my index finger against Milliu's lips and sent him a signal to be quiet.

Milliu nodded softly but stared at my index finger. What, look, this guy...

When I twisted my neck, Milliu closed his eyes like he had decided to do something and did something that felt like snapping my index finger.

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