My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

At that time, Celier remembered that time as she wiped the lens of her glasses.

- I think my family's been in touch. I'm in a hurry, so I'm gonna go.

That said, the next morning, when Ayle was gone from the village.

I can remember it as vividly as I did yesterday, but it was actually another month ago.

Yes, a month had passed since then, if you noticed.

"Don't stay here, Celier."

It was Florentine I noticed earlier.

No.

Cellier thinks it's now that she was the one who didn't realize until the end.

The day after he disappeared, Sash had started hunting to get food, unfamiliar.

About three days after he was gone, he lived above hunger with what he was securing, but it was Florentine who first realized, "Not good as this".

I need to secure my own food and get what I need to live.

It's easy in words, but it wasn't easy if you were to actually do it.

For the first time in my life like that, the first thing I realized in my first week was that I relied on him more than I thought.

I was counting on you, and I would never say no too much.

He did not speak much, nor did he walk over more than necessary.

He was indifferent to everything barely noticed, and if he did, he stayed by his side.

Though I thought it was a slightly alienated relationship that I would only talk about when I needed to.

It was actually a big difference.

He didn't speak much, and he never walked over more than he had to.

But I was noticed after he was gone that he held many roles in silence.

Hunting, judging, cooking, getting other food, looking for forest fruits and what you can eat.

Even the slightest detail of the trouble, I talked to him and he did something about it right away.

Above all, I thought it was natural that the mere fact that he was there would be reliable and that whatever it was that he was, it wouldn't matter.

While I didn't know, and for a short time, I was unconsciously thinking that far.

I also realized late that it had been a pretty big spiritual pillar.

How hard it was to do so many things that were always flat and easy for me to do to see for myself.

I tried it myself and finally got a lot of things noticed.

A month after that.

Celier, who was leaning on him unknowingly, was now able to live on his own. - I don't think I have enough of a lot on my own yet, but I'm getting used to it to the extent that I don't have any trouble with my life.

When he hung back the wiped glasses, Celier knocked on the door in front of him. Get a response and open the door.

"- Yikes... welcome to my medicinal home"

An old woman dressed suspiciously in bad wizard-style like she painted was in the back of a dim house where a unique smell of medicinal herbs could stand in.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Celier."

This old woman is a poison drug specialist who was introduced to the children of the village who became close within the various things she was taught. He is exactly the right person for the village of the assassin.

"I have a little plan, and I want poison pills,"

"Plans? Plans to kill these hateful men?

"No -"

Celier briefly told him about the plan that was standing up.

I already understand that residents here should not be poorly hidden. Because even just a child knows so much more than Celier.

"Hmm. Hmm. Ho. Heh."

The old woman's gavel has a slightly appropriate impression, but it is reasonably pleasant as long as it is responsive. Because you're asking me right.

If it's unacceptable, I'll just cut the story off.

There are many types of inhabitants of this village.

"I think I'm still early. But if you're already motivated, I won't stop you. Not a bad eye for poison."

Yich, and laughing blatantly witchy, the old woman takes a bin out of a shelf nearby.

"So you want paralysis poison, not drugs that kill you instantly?

"Yes, given what people eat later, I'd prefer something that doesn't harm the human body."

In some fold, that's what he told me.

Hunters use poisonous drugs but they don't have much negative effects on people because they judge and eat their tailored prey, and when they use things that are easy to detoxify.

They would never use a drama drug that would kill them instantly if they just touched it. Well, I don't know any poison like that in the first place, and he said he couldn't handle it if he wanted to.

What do you put a stop to it for?

And what will you do after you have finished?

It is an important process that tends to get hot on the "act of retention" but can never be ignored, neither in preparation nor in post-processing.

"So, what are you going to kill?

They say the poison that works for them is different.

Celier answered softly, without hesitation.

- Ironhead.

Yes, we have a plan.

Three of the assassin candidates have a plan to hunt forest demons.