A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

When the mother and child, who were having fun talking, leave, we return to our feast seats.

A man from the village slaps me in the back and says where the guest of honor was going, but he doesn't care and gets hospitality.

Afterwards, for a few moments, the village men drank alcohol so that they could cook and bathe me.

Later in the night, people gradually decrease.

Looks like he's back home in turn from something vulnerable to booze.

"Tomorrow I may not even be able to hunt"

and all the things that went home feeling drunk seemed happy.

When he stays in the banquet hall until the end with that sentiment, the village chief declares his dissolution.

"Will is on his way back to his hometown. Tomorrow I'll give you a rest, but the day after tomorrow I'll let you travel."

and cared for me.

When I went to the village chief's house, clean sheets and fluffy futons were available.

Tired of the long journey and the banquet, me and Lunamaria continued to sleep until nearly noon the following day as we fell asleep to fall in. Anyway, it was unusual for me to even sleep in a regular Lunamaria like a chicken. She lamented the delay in her morning prayers that she was "sorry for the goddess of the earth," but thought it would be good enough to be human to sleep occasionally.

Then relax without doing anything.

It's been a very comfortable time since I left the city of Northwood because I haven't had time to relax. The life of a raised meal is not quite bad. When we spent the whole day resting our feathers and charging them, the next day we thanked the village chief.

"I can't have a grand, and thank you for the warm bed"

"Say what. You saved Zinga. Naturally."

"That's right. I owe my life to Baba."

Lying Jinga. Without being shy, Master Baba said, "Well, not in that place. Farewell, I'm not saying. See you in the not-too-distant future," he says.

"Right. I'll be back when I stop by."

"Come quickly or Baba will be in the grave. Whatever. It's a good year."

Zinga to be rude, but Master Baba laughed, "Well, it makes sense". Having trouble choosing my expression, when I asked Jinga to shake my hand, I shook "again" forcefully. Jinga's handshake was also powerful.

Then, when we are escorted to the edge of the village, we resume our journey.

The villagers offered to guide us to the edge of the woods, but that's right, I say no. Because I thought I might be able to handle myself if I asked for directions.

In fact, the path through the mountains of the gods was a complex one, but not a difficult one. We could have taken the right route and headed for the exit. However, it seems to take a full two days on amateur feet.

We walk the way the villagers told us not to get lost. [M] Keep walking in conversation.

"That's a pretty tough road."

"You know why Vulka Village has more women, children and legs."

"Yes."

It's a comfortable forest nonetheless, and Renamaria takes a leak of wood all over her body. The figure is as beautiful as a tree fairy dry ad. I walk staring at her as if I were fascinated.

Then we see a change in the scenery that was the same before. From a depressed forest to one where the sun shines. In other words, it was approaching the edge of the forest.

"After all, the cake is a cake shop, and the forest is a forest people. I get lost when I use a shortcut to try to shorten it. If you hurry up, go around."

"Right. If we keep going, we'll be at the foot of Table Mountain."

Leaking a sigh of relief, the sun sets.

At the same time as the sunset falls, the explosion sounds from afar.

We look in the direction we heard it, but there was a lot of smoke coming up from behind the woods.

"... in the village of Vulca. I wonder what happened."

"The explosion is away from the village. It sounded like an explosion, so the gunpowder on the arrow exploded."

"That's Renamaria."

Praising her for her hearing and reasoning, I show off my observation.

"Looks like Zinga was the only one in that village who used bursting arrows. Because there are customs that hate to use things that are against nature."

"So Mr. Jinga is fighting with the erasure method."

"I wish I was just hunting, but probably not. Mr. Zinga is a pro, so he doesn't use blasting arrows that hurt his hunted prey early"

"So that means you're in a situation where you have to use a burst arrow."

"Your answer. Now, shall we turn back the way we came?"

"I'm not saying that I've come all the way near the exit because of it. There's no reason for Will to leave his friend alone."

and Renamaria smiles. Exactly, so I returned the acne without explanation.

It took me a whole two days to get here, but it doesn't take that long to get back. Because you just have to go straight without assuming you're lost. Besides, from time to time, the bursting noise I hear was a sign for me.

Hearing Renamaria knew exactly where the explosion sounds were coming from. From time to time, I stopped to listen, but I was able to return to Jinga without getting lost.

A few miles back through the woods, I see Zinga squeezing her bow and confronting Bercel Bull.

His first voice was "You'd think it was Bercell Bull again".

"I'm more concerned about 'again' this place than that. Mr. Zinga, can't you give up your mother yet? That's all the danger in my eyes."

"That's not exactly how old I am to miss my mother."

"Then why are you here? I'm looking for the gates of the other world."

"No. What I'm looking for is a unicorn horn. I want to cool off the high heat."

"Is it possible that the disease has recurred again?

"Unfortunately, it's not such a sick character. Admittedly, she's a beautiful young man with thin lines."

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"I don't know where to go in like that, don't look at me. I'm looking for a unicorn horn for miles."

"Miles?"

"It's a kid from the village. Miles got green fever."

"What!?

"There are unicorn horns to save miles. That's why I picked it up."

"Okay. I'll work with you."

"That's a regular reply."

"Naturally."

"In case you get caught in the gates of the other world, you won't be able to come back as much as you want."

"Yes, sir."

"He's still a man full of justice. Okay. It's no use holding back, so why don't I ask you to do it here? Please, stay with the unicorn captivity."

"I understand. I'll take care of that Bercell Bull for now."

"Come on, don't say that lightly like you're gonna smash a cockroach in the kitchen"

"Cockroaches are more troublesome. They're quick."

When I say that, I put flames in my hands. [M]

"Bercel Bull, who was the other day, was very big. It was as powerful as a two-named monster. But this guy isn't. Ordinary individuals."

Which means I'm not my enemy who learned magic from the god of sorcery.

Declare invincibly in your heart to unleash the magic stored in your hands.

Synthetic magic combined with Flame Storm and Flame Storm. The magic of "prison flames."

Hell This magic reproduces the flames of its name on this earth. I embody super hot flames in this world, but the prison flames I use are not like normal prison flames. The flame is small.

This was a procedure to keep the forest from burning.

It was an ingenuity for knitting out beautiful trees that flourished in Table Mountain to avoid damaging them, but that was not why they were less powerful.

No, rather, my "prison flames" were far hotter than normal.

That Vandal father is powerful enough to wrap his tongue around it.

The god of witchcraft also hits an amazing flame on Bercel Bull.

Burning cow demons.

Soon the meat will cook and the area will be full of delicious smells.

Jinga, watching it, praises me when she whistles "Hiu".

"You're the strongest swordsman, but you've got a magician's arm in front of you."

"But you're no match for Mr. Jinga with your bow arms."

"Right. If you lose to the arm of a bow, you'll have no standing and I'll lose my part."

When Jinga says so, she quickly takes the arrow out of the arrow barrel on her back and shoots it fast.

The arrows released all the way through the eyebrows of the second Bercel Bull, who came out of between the trees.

After all, Jinga seems to be top notch as a hunter. He buried several Berser-Bulls with that bow.

- But I killed two Bercel Bulls instantly, okay, but from behind the woods I hear the roar of an excited beast. Apparently there are still many of them. I don't have a cut.

"Is this a paradise in Berser-Bull?"

Once every 20 years.

"Say?

"When I bred before, it was when I fell into green fever. In other words, when green fever breaks out in these woods, there's a lot of them."

"Will Bercell Bull bring germs"

"I don't know, cause and effect. The only thing I can tell you is that 20 years ago, my mother went to the back of the woods to hunt for a unicorn, too."

"- You mean you have to do a reproduction of it"

"Right. Are you scared? You're not a part of this. No one will complain if you run away."

"No way. I need to thank you for the feast. Miles, the thick-chopped bacon your mother baked for me was delicious. One meal at a time."

In response, I threw the magic of Fireball at the third Bercel Bull, who had a face from among the trees. The bull's bristles burned up instantly.

Look at that. Zinga squeaks her lips.

"That's what the gods raised you. I'm lucky I haven't had a chance to meet a guy like this in 20 years."