108 Lost Village 1 (1/2)

In the end, this kind grandfather picked me up and took me to a lonely little church called the Lost Church in Lost Village. And this grandfather who picked me up was the priest of this church.

Thanks for the church. It's a run-in temple for people who don't have family. Thank God. Thank you, Father.

And apparently, this place is also close to the so-called front lines, which regularly become a battlefield.

As a priest of the church here, he said that every time he fought his neighbor, he would deal with the wounded and bury them. That's why he didn't even move on to my bloody body.

”You should be ready to fight again soon.”

So quietly speaking, this priest's name is Father Austin.

He was an old man who was a priest but had no tip from his knees, had a big scar on his face, and saw rattling all over his body.

Apparently, he was wounded when he joined the war.

I wonder how long this war has been going on. Or is it another war?

I am very grateful to you for picking me up and helping me to live in this church all the way.

After all, everything was different from the original world, and it was just confusing.

What a knowledge of the original world, I could not even eat. I couldn't make one of the easiest eyeballs in the world.

First, I don't know how to light a fire.

There was no water, gas, electricity or anything in the first place.

However, since one street was thrown out of the royal palace where clothes and shelter were prepared, I had to get used to this life first.

A life of cooking with water from wells and fire from magic stones. Father Austin brought me some old clothes and bought me a bed somewhere. Thank you so much.

Life that I wasn't used to at first was getting used to gradually if I turned it around every day...

I think that living on the border is something like this. Thank you for sleeping in a clean bed at night and for being able to eat some eggs and meat.

As a small village close to the battlefield, we managed to make it work. Real camping is impossible.

And it seemed like a world where many kinds of magic could be used, and getting used to it wasn't as inconvenient as the first time I was prepared.

Fire, laundry, cleaning, all of this stuff can be used with magic stones and tools.

No, it's easy. This is good. As long as I have the tools, I can work like a professional housewife quickly.

Still, I had to get used to a new life for a while, so I was being very generous, and I was showing off my original strangers, but within a month, I gradually became familiar with the surroundings and understood how things were.

First of all, this priest was almost creative at first sight, but he was actually a gentle worker. Even though he was a one-legged prosthetic, he was a serious person to interact with people wherever he went. Besides, the villagers only remain so close to the battlefield, and there are many good people with livers.

After all, they treated me without discrimination, even if I was unaccompanied and unknown.