5 Exile 3 (1/2)

Well, being sent to the border during the war is like saying you're going to die.

Good, life-long incarceration, you want to die in agony.

I don't know who led it.

Are you stupid? This country.

No, it might be a sweet game to start with.

But now people in this world are alive.

I wonder if everyone works properly in places unrelated to the game, or if the top of each field in the center of the country lifts up the ”Virgin who suddenly appeared from another world without knowing her history” and says, I no longer think I am short of heads.

Can you help me? YES or NO ”

I remember the first letter I saw.

Of course, if you come out now, I'll answer you right away.

No!

There is no stepsister who can help you in this way.

If you treat me politely, I may have taught you the future by referring to it as pre-reading, but there is no stepsister to do such a thing anymore.

Rather, destroy that bearded country!

I made up my mind among the rattling carriages.

I'll let you do whatever you want from now on.

I don't know if I'm a saint or not, but it seems like I have some healing power, so I'll manage to escape this fate and survive. And reward him with an arrow.

I had a plan in mind.

Don't do anything. I'm so scared of the fate of death!

Having made that determination, I began to secretly appraise the people I met along the way from the edge.

All rights reserved. Excuse me.

But I thought I would need a job to live on my own. I have to make something to sell in order to earn money.

For now, all I could think of was ”healing magic.”

In that case, you should know what you can do and how far you can go as soon as possible. And practice.

When I stayed in a shitty inn or occasionally saw a carriage, I started to ”see” every chance I had when there were signs of such people.

I sneaked my hand at first, but I grabbed the trick of ”seeing” without moving my hand several times. And I began to understand the discomfort and the contents of the discomfort.

Eventually, I quickly grasped people's malaise and began to practice sneaking up on it.

Excuse me for taking the liberty of treating you.

When I sneaked up on an old man with a dark black malaise on his neck and tried to heal him from behind, he suddenly got better and started shining his eyes like a surprise, so I was glad to see him.

Yeah, it's a good ability.

Maybe I can do something like a therapist with this. People are happy about their work, aren't they?