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Chapter 60 – Day 5 of Exploration
The next day, I woke up after everyone had had breakfast. Last night, I had turned down a proposal from a fruit seller named Zamurai at the training facility and returned to the demon land with the luggage.
As I explained to everyone, the reputation of this man named Zamurai was terrible.
“He is the man the elves most want to kill. Even if they join forces, they don’t trust him. They might as well send troops to the border.”
“I-I-I knew it was Zamurai who was behind all this. I-i-is the battle to take over East Kenya about to begin?”
It seems that both Hel and Sylvia knew the person in question, and they told me to stay away from him.
“If the military personnel at the training facility are going to fight, you’d better make weapons fast.”
Jennifer, who had seen Zamurai in person, also seemed to have her own thoughts.
“Hah, you don’t understand.”
Chel is annoyed.
“Chel-san, what don’t I understand?”
Jennifer asks Chel.
“It’s none of our business. Right, Makyo?”
“Well, that’s true. I have no intention of making East Kenya my territory, and I won’t take part in any wars or politics. In the first place, I don’t even know what my own territory is, so I can’t get involved in other territories. Besides, there are only five of us.”
I said, spreading my hands.
“There are limits to what we can do with weapons. Sure, we can fight back if they attack, but to be honest, if they escape into the depths of the demonic land, it’s not like we can do anything about it. That’s why it’s better to know about the demonic land. We’re a small group, so we have to take advantage of the terrain and the monsters.”
“But that fruit seller said he wanted to build an orchard in the demonic land and get people to work there.”
“He said that, but we don’t even have a wheat field yet. If he can do it, then just go ahead and do it. Didn’t I tell Zamurai that?”
“That’s true…”
“First of all, making containers for Hel is for the export of healing potions, and we at least make staffs so that we can buy wheat. It’s also for the soldiers at the training facility, right? We need to get on with our lives as usual. We cannot afford to worry about other areas and get killed by monsters every time. Hah, if you want to die, don’t come to me!”
“C-c-can I come too?”
“Sylvia wants to take back East Kenya, right? There’s also the matter of family revenge. Have a good trip.”
“I-i-if you put it that way… I already took my revenge personally in the last invasion war, and when I think about it again, I don’t want my life to be influenced by that Zamurai.”
“Well, that’s fine then, making weapons in the demonic land.”
When I said that, Sylvia nodded her head vigorously.
“Well, I’ll say it again, as long as you pay the rent, you can do whatever you want. However, giant magical beasts are also appearing, so I think it would be better to leave the demonic land as soon as possible. Especially you, Chel; you’re gradually losing the will to return to the demon tribe country, aren’t you?”
“Well, it’s a little painful…”
“The wood is drying, so we should start building the boat soon.”
“That’s what you say, but we still have to explore. Come on, come on.”
She doesn’t seem very motivated.
“Well, you’ll probably want to go home sooner or later. But what are your plans for today?”
“We made pots, but most of them broke. I think it was because they weren’t dried properly. We’ll have to start all over again.”
Hel reported the failure matter-of-factly.
“I’ll organize the luggage. I think everyone got their own clothes in the fight last night, but we’re a little short on underwear for Sylvia. Please arrange that as soon as possible.”
Jennifer told me. They fought about clothes?
“No, no, I’ll make my own, so it’s okay. Makyo has seen me naked enough.”
“No, it’s better to have something. I don’t know why I say this, but when a woman throws away her shame, she becomes an old man, not an old woman.”
That’s what happened to the prostitutes in the countryside where I used to go.
“It certainly takes time to regain one’s lost dignity. Makyo is right.”
Hel, who had lived a long time, agreed.
“Th-th-that’s right. Ch-Ch-Chel! What are you doing?”
Chel rubbed Silvia’s breasts from behind as she nodded.
“Virgin. Don’t go too far.”
Chel laughed and left for the southern forest.
“Hey, Makyo, let’s go explore!”
What does she mean by going into the forest alone?
“What about Sylvia?”
“I’ll join you after I make a breastplate.”
“Well then, I’m off.”
“””See you later!”””
There was no need to wait for Sylvia, and it was not far from the southern river.
“Today, I’m going to make a real mess!”
As Chel concentrated her magic, the group of rock crocodiles scattered and ran away.
“Huh? What’s going on?”
“It’s okay. They’re out of the way. While they’re gone, we’ll search around.”
“Human traces!”
Although the plants were in the way, we searched around, believing Chel’s story that civilizations had been built near rivers since ancient times.
“There were no human traces, but there were traces of monsters.”
What we found was a large ant hill. What’s more, it was a honey ant, an ant that stores nectar in its abdomen.
“Originally, they collect nectar, right?”
“Yes, in the demon tribe country! But what’s going on here?”
The honey ants in the demonic land seem to be gathering magic power, and fist-sized magic stones have fallen everywhere. Of course, the magic stone is inside the honey ant’s body, which makes it ferocious, but it is really a fist-sized magic stone with a body the size of wheat. [T/n: I’m not sure, but the translation is like this, probably just a pun.]
Snap.
I can kill it with my finger.
“Did you make a staff out of it?”
“It might be good. What effect does it have?”
I tried to put magic power into the honey ant’s magic stone, but it just got sticky, and nothing happened.
“But it gets sticky, right?”
“It could be good for hair products or something.”
“Wow, my fingers are sweet!”
When I lick my sticky fingers, they become incredibly sweet. Does that mean it casts a spell that makes things sweet?
“Does the magic of sweetening mean creating the illusion of sweetness?”
“No, but they’re sticky. Fruit shops and such would probably want them, but they’re too special. There aren’t many situations where you’d want to use them.”
I collected a few and put them aside.
When I went to the river to wash my sticky hands, I saw something on the riverbed.
“What is it?”
Since I hadn’t had much success exploring today, I went into the river and searched the riverbed.
“Hmm? Is this…”
When I touched it with my hand, it was hard metal. When I dug it out, I found a rusty two-pronged fork.
“So it’s a fork?”
“Does that mean they lived around here?”
“I guess it is around here.”
“Could it have drifted here?”
“Maybe we should go further upriver tomorrow.”
That day, we called it a day and sorted the magic stones in the cave.
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