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Chapter 16 – Day 15 of Living in the Demonic Land
The next day, Cher’s movements had changed beyond recognition. Most importantly, I was very happy to see that she had become faster.
Both the speed at which she kills monsters and the speed at which she runs have increased.
Cher’s imagination is stronger than mine, so she can cast magic faster. She still seems a little timid around Green Tigers and the like, but she seems to be able to handle Hell Beetles and Kodomo Dragons.
“Whoa!”
Cher found a group of imps. Just as she was about to attack and annihilate them, an old tree-like monster called a Treant appeared.
It was the biggest monster I’d ever seen in the demonic land. It was about the size of a two-story inn. Even when I sliced it with my sword, it only scratched the surface a little. Even when Cher cast a fire spell, it only burned the bark.
“Run!”
I grab Cher’s collar and run.
Treant, though an old tree, is fast and chases after us, moving its countless roots. Cher, holding onto my neck, points her staff behind her and casts a paralyzing spell.
There was no sign that the Treant had stopped, and it was still chasing us. The paralysis didn’t work?
Even after we crossed the hill, Treant’s momentum didn’t stop.
I held Cher in my arms and jumped into the swamp, keeping the momentum of my run.
I struggled to keep going, even after I reached the bottom of the swamp and my feet touched the ground. I pulled Cher off my neck and brought my face up to the surface to breathe.
When I looked back, I saw Treant at the edge of the swamp, swinging its branch arms angrily.
Cher skillfully used her water magic to create a current and swim to the other side of the swamp.
I tried to do the same, but I could only create a single water ball, and it didn’t have the same power.
However, Cher’s feet were grabbed by the monster and almost dragged to the bottom of the swamp. It seemed that the paralyzing spell also worked on the monster in the water.
Somehow, we managed to reach the other side of the swamp.
“Don’t kill any more imps carelessly!”
I gave Cher a stern warning and headed home.
It had been three days since I had been home.
Ham still didn’t look like Ham, but the Forest Rats were dying.
I hastily fed them overripe cam berries and leftover meat, and they regained their energy. Small monsters are simple and good.
Cher reacted as if she was visiting a friend for the first time. For the time being, I changed my wet clothes and hung them on a branch outside to dry.
Since Cher didn’t have any spare clothes, I lent her some of mine.
They were pretty baggy, but she could wear them if she tied them together with a string.
I went to check on the condition of the fields.
As I expected, the razor grass was growing wild.
And the bendgrass had grown to about 3 meters, forming a small umbrella.
It was dangerous, so I decided to cut both the razor grass and the bendgrass.
The vegetables that had sprouted had not grown much. The thin vines had grown very little. The razor grass and the bendgrass are taking away the nutrients. It seems that the soil in the demonic land is a survival of the fittest place.
“Growing vegetables in the demonic land is difficult… but I can’t give up here. After all, I’m the landlord.”
If I grow vegetables in the demonic land, people will come here, and I’ll be able to make a living just by renting out the land. Until then, I’ll have to work a little harder.
I went back home and showed Cher the magic stones I had collected so far. Cher looked at me in amazement and stuck out her tongue. Even though I knew she was grateful, I felt like slapping her.
Cher chose the magic stone of petrification from Lamia and the magic stone of poison from Vespa Hornet.
I cut some branches from a tree that looked like it would be easy to grasp and made a staff out of them. It wasn’t much work, but Cher was very grateful.
“So stop making that face!” I thought.
For lunch, we had stir-fried meat, vegetables, and bread.
Cher nodded and ate it deliciously. I was practicing magic and suddenly wondered if I could use a magic sword.
In my dream from my past life, it’s a technique that often appears in stories.
I tried it with the saber, but it didn’t work.
Cher looked at me strangely. When I tried it with a knife, a very fiery fire sword appeared for a moment. However, the material is palm resin, so the knife melted.
It seems that the material is important.
The saber is made from the fangs of a king anaconda. The King Anaconda’s breastplate does not accept magic, so perhaps the fangs also have poor magic conductivity.
Maybe it’s because it was fire magic. Thinking this, I cast wind magic on the knife, but it broke into pieces.
“Is palm resin extremely weak against magic?”
I tried various things, such as the horn of a Hell Beetle or the claw of a Maeshitsukawazu, but it didn’t feel right.
Maybe a metal weapon would be better.
Since it seemed impossible to make a weapon at the moment, I tried to wrap my fist in magic power and hit the ground, relying on the memory of my dream from my previous life.
A crater about five meters in radius was created.
As a result, I gained incredible destructive power.
Cher looked at me with an expression that said she couldn’t believe her eyes. Maybe this is a technique that hasn’t been passed down to the demon race.
When I added an attribute to the magic power, it looked like a special move. However, fire is hot, and ice is cold.
Cher drew a picture on the ground and told me something like, “If you do that, you can defeat Treant.”
“For now, calm down.”
I wouldn’t do something like that, jumping into danger on my own.
I practiced gathering magic power in various parts of my body, and it was almost nightfall. In the second half, Cher also started the same practice.
For dinner, I had leftovers from lunch.
I lay in bed by the light of the lamp and read P.J.’s notebook.
I thought I’d try to use the magic sword tomorrow with the weapon P.J. left behind.
I haven’t found the ruins that are supposed to be somewhere in the demonic land, and I haven’t mastered the space-time magic that was written as essential.
There’s a lot to do.
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“The vegetables that had sprouted had not grown much. The thin vines had grown very little. The razor grass and the bendgrass are taking away the nutrients. It seems that the soil in the demonic land is a survival of the fittest place.”
Wow, a son of a farmer doesn’t know what weeding is for. And what is compost fertilizer.
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