Episode 247 Survival Tournament (3)
The sun sets quickly in the jungle.
The day was slowly getting darker, and the hot air was also cooling down.
“Whoa… what is this smell?”
Dolores made her way through the bushes, exhausted.
Her clothes were full of rips and stained with twigs and leaves and dirt.
Only 38% of HP remained.
at that time.
“What?”
Dolores discovered the identity of the smells and lights that seduced her.
The embers covered in ash and emitting only warmth and the red stew bubbling above it made Dolores’ mouth watery.
“Why is this like this…”
I know it’s strange in my head. But the footsteps were headed in that direction.
The smell of the stew was too strong to shake off.
‘There are traces of people sitting there. There are no signs lurking around. It’s not like they prepared a surprise attack. So, did someone make it to eat and then leave?’
Someone prepared food for a meal, but something urgent happened, so they left the place for a while or abandoned the place altogether.
It was a place I couldn’t have imagined.
If it were the usual Dolores, she wouldn’t touch anyone else’s things…
‘As long as you survive somehow, that’s the rule of the survival contest.’
If so, you may be excused.
Dolores slowly reached for Stew.
at that time.
Passasak-
Someone woke up in the grass quite far away.
“for a moment.”
It was Bikir.
The location is far from a surprise attack, but it is a distance that is sufficient for an attack by Bikir, who specializes in bows.
However, Dolores was also prepared for the surprise attack of the archers.
“……As expected, there was an ambush!?”
She quickly prepared a divine shield and stepped back.
Bikir also raises his bow and aims at it.
“…”
“…”
Vikir and Dolores confronted each other.
Even if they are from the same school, they are enemies in the end according to the rules of the competition.
However, it is inefficient to fight a battle between the same schools when the tournament is only halfway through.
So Dolores couldn’t move hastily.
“…”
“…”
Two men and women who are neither perfect friends nor perfect enemies look at each other in a strange silence.
And the one who broke the silent confrontation was Dolores, or to be more precise, Dolores’ ship.
…Growl!
Dolores’s stomach cries after having eaten nothing all day.
Dolores’ face instantly turned red.
Why do I feel embarrassed when I find out that I am hungry?
Even more so between men and women.
But the nonchalant Vikir didn’t care whether the sounds of opera or heavy metal were coming from Dolores’ belly.
How a thirsty man digs a well. In the end, Dolores, who was in a sorry position, raised her hands first.
“…Why don’t schools like me hold hands for a while? It’s still a long way from the end of the tournament.”
“……Do as you please.”
Dolores’ brow furrowed once at the lukewarm words of Vikir as she retracted her bow.
Soon, the atmosphere went into a lull.
However, Dolores still had regrets beyond simply avoiding a fight.
“Hey there. Do you have any leftovers from that stew? If so, could you share some with me?”
With great difficulty, she brought out her inner thoughts.
Dolores of the world is in a position to beg for leftovers. It’s a very pitiful thing.
Dolores spoke hastily.
“Of course, I’m not asking for free! I can heal and buff you guys!”
In such an extreme environment, the existence of a healer is indispensable.
So, Bikir responded quickly.
“No need.”
“Yes, a win-win for each other… uh what?”
Upon hearing Bikir’s answer, Dolores couldn’t believe her ears.
Come to think of it, common sense doesn’t work for Bikir.
Didn’t they burn more than half of the leather to be played at the frugal bazaar not too long ago, saying that the alliance between the noble faction and the noble faction was annoying?
Dolores looked at Vikir with a blank expression.
And then I realized why he didn’t need any heals or buffs.
HP 100%.
Bikir has been in perfect condition with no fatigue or damage so far.
In this green hell!
‘How on earth could this be?’
When Dolores’s head is getting complicated again.
“Hey, hey, Pyeong… Bikir.”
From the bush next to Vikir, Grenouille poked out his head.
He said to Bikir with a puzzled expression.
“Have you forgotten who he is? It’s the saintess of the House of Quo Vadis!”
“…”
“And you’re the student president of the academy! Even if you look good, what’s going on now…” “…”
”
Leaving all those things in the first place, such a beautiful lady asks for help, how can you refuse! ”
Grenouille’s words were something that any ordinary person could relate to.
……But Bikir is not normal.
As Vikir cleared his ears once, as if he was annoyed, three strong hands came out from behind Grenouille and covered his mouth.
“Hey. Secret friend. Let’s get cozy with each other for a while.”
“Let’s stay.”
“Let’s stay.”
Hive, Middle, Low, Low.
‘Vikir’s trident’ grabbed the contemplative Grenouille and disappeared into the bushes.
Again, the quiet confrontation between Bikir and Dolores began.
at that time.
Dolores let out a light sigh and raised her hands.
“I am neither the saint of the Quo Vadis family nor the student council president of the academy.”
“…”
“It’s just a hungry lamb.”
It was a declaration of surrender.
Dolores remembered a phrase she had heard once.
‘Who are you to visit me at this late hour?’
‘……It’s just a lost lamb.’
The first conversation I had with the night hound.
Dolores, deeply impressed by this, gave a similar answer here.
And Bikir got it too.
When Vikir agreed by lowering her bow and stepping aside, Dolores then sat down in front of the fire and ate stew.
“thank you.”
The stew Bikir prepared with her own hands smelled pleasant.
The tip of Dolores’s nose was wrinkled.
The odd smell of meat in the stew must have been the small mushroom garnish that Bikir had handed over the bowl to.
gulp.
And as Dolores took a sip of the stew, her expression was colored with surprise and joy.
“……it’s good.”
How was it possible to produce such an enchanting taste in such a harsh environment?
It was the most delicious food I had eaten since I was born.
It may be the difference between sweetfish and sandfish, but whatever the taste, I feel at this moment.
Dolores frantically emptied the bowl, unaware of the red marks left on her lips.
Thirteen times!
All the while, Bikir sat next to Dolores in silence.
Eventually, when the stomach was full, Dolores said to Vikir with a shy expression.
“It’s like meeting a formidable enemy right at the beginning of the tournament. I was attacked by the ‘Hohenheim’ of the Magic Tower.”
Baptized as ‘Snobbed Tttdori’, he truly had skills worth his name.
Dolores’ motives fought back and surrounded her until the end.
Because the death of a healer at a party really means catastrophe.
And as a result, Dolores lost all her members and was left alone.
Hohenheim, an excellent yeomgye wizard, was able to slaughter several groups by himself.
Dolores countered by giving heals and buffs to her allies around her, but she had no choice but to be defeated in the guerrilla warfare against Hohenheim, who hit and fell alone quickly.
“But, in that group, all four members were also eliminated. They only chased after Hohenheim and were defeated one by one. So if you look at the results alone, it’s like 1:1.”
It wasn’t really a question, but it was valuable information in its own way.
Grenouille and the Baskerville twins listened attentively to Dolores’ words, their eyes shining.
It was only natural to meet the 3rd year ace during the tournament and get advice from him.
……but.
“Is that so?”
Bikir just nodded with a blank expression, still not sure what he was thinking.
Even Dolores was speechless at the sullen response.
In time, she began to observe Bikir carefully.
‘Why are you so calm in this terrifying flood? How do you know these recipes? Where did you get the ingredients from?’
Bikir looks as comfortable as if he were in his master bedroom and kitchen.
It was as if the sea of red and black mountains were his hometown.
Of course, Dolores knows that Vikir has been visiting the Red and Black Mountains for the past few decades, living as her home for two years, and fresh ingredients stored in a ring enchanted with space magic comparable to the magic tower’s subspace magic. There was no way to know that they were taking out and using spices little by little.
Meanwhile.
Padak- Padak- Padak-
Bikir had been cooking fish meat stew ever since, fanning it with a broad leaf over it.
The warmth and smell are carried by the wind and spread throughout the flood sea.
On a dark night like this, the lights and smells are even stronger.
Dolores asked, tilting her head.
“By the way, who are you trying to lure with the smell of this food? If it’s a very strong guy, what are you going to do? For example, if it’s Hohenheim from the Tower of Magic, or Vakira from Varangian is Lovegood from Themiscyra…” Prey with food as
bait It is good to catch fish, but if a game that is too strong comes along, the hunter may become the game.
Dolores seemed to be worried that Hohenheim or the Vakira would come.
OK.
Plop –
Bikir answered as he tossed a mushroom he hadn’t seen before into the coconut pot.
“It doesn’t matter who comes.”
And as if I had been waiting for that word.
Kwak!
The grass in the front was engulfed in huge flames and burned.
Jeobeok-jeobeok-jeobeok-
There was someone walking out into the middle of the space where everything turned to ashes.
“What is this smell?”
An unsalted genius produced by the Magic Tower.
The strongest contender at the moment.
An apex predator who just came alone to wipe out over 50 enemies.
A high-nosed brat.
It was Hohenheim.
