Episode 247: Survival Tournament (3)
The jungle sun sets quickly.
The day was slowly getting darker, and the hot air was also cooling down.
“Whoa… … What does this smell like?”
Dolores made her way through the bushes, exhausted.
Her clothes were full of rips and stained with twigs, 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 on it made Dolores’ mouth watery.
“Hey, why are you here… … .”
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 leave it after making it to eat?’
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.
passasac-
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 sufficient distance for an attack by Bikir, who specializes in bows.
However, Dolores was also prepared for the surprise attack of the archers.
“… … Was there an ambush after all!?”
She quickly prepared a divine shield and stepped back.
Bikir also raises his bow and aims at it.
“… … .”
“… … .”
Bikir 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.
“… … .”
“… … .”
Neither perfect friends nor perfect enemies, a man and a woman 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, the unfortunate Dolores raised her hands first.
“… … Me, how about holding hands for a while between the same schools? The competition is still far from over.”
“… … Do as you please.”
Dolores’ brow furrowed once at the lukewarm words of Vikir as she retracted her bow.
Eventually, the atmosphere went into a lull.
However, Dolores still had regrets beyond simply avoiding a fight.
“Me, over there. Do you have any leftovers from that stew? If you have leftovers, 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 hides to play at a 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%.
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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? She is the saintess of Quo Vadis family!”
“… … .”
“And the student president of the academy! Even if you can see it well, what is it now… … .”
“… … .”
“Leaving all those things in the first place, how can you refuse such a beautiful lady to ask for help!”
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 be cozy with each other for a while.”
“Let’s stay.”
“Let’s stay.”
Hive, Middle, 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 saintess of the Quo Vadis family nor the student council president of the academy.”
“… … .”
“I am 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?’
‘… … He is 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 by 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.
honey… Knock.
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 felt 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 this because you met a strong opponent right at the beginning of the tournament. I was attacked by the ‘Hohenheim’ of the Magic Tower.”
With the baptismal name of ‘snobbish ttttdori’, he indeed had skills worthy of 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 yeom-gye 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 too, all four members of the group were eliminated. They only chased after Hohenheim and were defeated one by one. So if you look at the results alone, it’s 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.
Before long, 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 in and out of the Red and Black Mountains for the past few decades, living as her home for two of those years, and the fresh knowledge stored in the ring that is enchanted with space magic comparable to the magic tower’s subspace magic. There was no way to know that ingredients and spices were being taken out little by little.
Meanwhile.
Padak- Padak- Padak-
Bikir had been cooking fish meat stew since earlier, fanning it with a broad leaf.
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.
“But who are you trying to entice with the smell of this food? Even if he comes, if he’s a very strong guy, what are you going to do? For example, Hohenheim of the Magic Tower, Vakira of Varangian, or Lovegood of Themiscyra… … .”
It is good to catch game with food as bait, but if the game is too strong, the hunter may become the game.
Dolores seemed to be worried that Hohenheim or the Vakira would come.
OK.
with a plop-
Bikir replied by tossing 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.
Jerk-jerk-jerk-
There was someone who walked 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.
