Finally, it’s outside!
It’s a bit chilly now, probably because it’s dusk. Since most of what’s around is rocks and sand, there must be a big difference between day and night temperatures.
And I confirmed that the cold outside and the coldness seeping into my body are completely different.
If the cold is like a long arm reaching out and feeling coldness at the fingertips, what I usually feel is coldness piercing the center of my heart.
I’ve vaguely thought they might be different before, but feeling it like this makes me feel strange.
Wanting to erase that feeling, I looked at the sky.
The sky is dyed with sunset, the west is full of twilight, and below that, weathered stone pillars stand sparsely in an upright state.
If you lower your gaze a bit more from there, there’s a wide rocky desert with rocks of various sizes scattered randomly, from boulders much larger than me to rocks smaller than me. And between them, trees similar to cacti stand sparsely.
It’s more like the wilderness scene in American movies than a Middle Eastern desert.
Seeing the world through human memories and actually experiencing it are different. Compared to my memories from when I was human, the colors are completely different as if it’s a different world.
Or maybe what I see could be different.
I stepped on the ground.
And I hop.
A height just over a span.
I haven’t particularly become stronger or anything. I really need to exercise just to maintain the body. I stretched while recalling the videos I saw when I was human.
It’s also called stretching.
There’s someone looking at me with a very strange expression. None other than Hyunkeshuni.
Maybe because it’s chilly, she’s sitting where the sunset shines, looking at me with an expression full of questions.
“Don’t you exercise, Miss Hyunkeshuni?”
Joanna approaches Hyunkeshuni and asks.
“Huh? Ah, I’m fine. This body doesn’t change no matter how much I train it.”
She answers very comfortably to Joanna. Although they seem to have spent similar time, her attitude towards me is different.
No, I understand that I might look dangerous.
But I just look dangerous, haven’t I never actually done anything bad?
But she called me an outer god. Then shall we try doing something like an outer god?
Of course, I’m just thinking that way.
After thoroughly stretching my body, I ran at a moderate speed. The area around the village has a lot of flat ground, so it’s good for running.
Hyunkeshuni, who was watching me run while tightly gripping her staff at first, put down her staff not long after.
Because Joanna running beside me is incredibly fast. No, how can she run that fast?
I think I’m running at a teenage level, but Joanna is unbelievably fast. She must have changed a lot after her body transformed like that.
Of course, it’s not that I didn’t know. I’ve been seeing Joanna through her very eyes all this time, right? When night comes, she goes to where the warriors are training and trains.
Looking at her physical fitness level and ability to move at that time, she’s at the top among those who received my blessing.
It’s puzzling that it doesn’t apply to my body, but it’s common in fantasy works, right? Using all talents to contain someone.
Might it not be something like that?
I seem to be quite heavy, I should understand.
Instead, I think of something else.
I need to think about how to increase harvesters from now on.
The main goal has been achieved splendidly, and it’s progressing to a better point.
I bless 3 people every day.
And those who receive my blessing now advance to the battlefield after some training.
As a result, there’s something I can see.
There’s a high possibility that the country Hieronymus holds a grudge against is the Kingdom of Anselus to the southeast.
At a glance, it seems like people are being sent evenly to the three largest kingdoms around here, but there are particularly many people departing with specific missions compared to those advancing for simple liberation of tyrannical areas or conversion.
Or among those who return from success, many of those who receive blessings in return for devotion to the Future Hope Church are people who went to the Kingdom of Anselus and returned after succeeding in their mission.
It’s certain that he’s an extraordinary person.
He’s thoroughly gathering information and preparing something.
But he didn’t tell me anything. He’s maintaining the contract while knowing that I’m not the god called Cruxshibal. Then I’ll move as he uses me. I won’t do more than that.
If I were smart, I could now figure out Hieronymus’s purpose and negotiate.
If I were more excellent, I could move Hieronymus as I want.
But unfortunately, I don’t have the ability to do that much.
Rather, if I try recklessly, there’s a high possibility I’ll die immediately.
So I live with my head down, eating the food given to me. I don’t want to irritate him and go back to that cold place.
Because he has the ability to choose someone to replace me.
Huh? Wait a minute. Something flashed through my mind.
Replace?
No, that’s right. He called me.
Although it was an action like fishing, he has the technique to call me to this world.
It seems he originally intended to call something else, not me.
In other words, it means he can call me if he specifies me.
A means to call me even after the Future Hope Church falls.
A means for me to come here.
This is it.
Hehe.
Yes, I’ve found the next goal.
The seeds I’ve been sowing while giving blessings so far are literally like sowing seeds and praying for them to grow as they please.
Rather than farming, it’s a method worse than even ants that plant seeds and come back to find them later. In fact, some ants do farm. They grow and eat fungi.
Compared to that, this is gathering. Literally, harvesters are for harvesting.
So what if it fails because it doesn’t grow after planting?
Therefore, I need to find a way to prepare for contingencies first.
A way to call me to this world.
I can guess who might know.
Hyunkeshuni and Hieronymus. These two people are there.
But they’re both severely on guard against me.
Then how should I make a contract with them?
I’ll have to think about it slowly.
And it was difficult to continue thinking beyond that.
Because I fell face down on the ground as it was. It felt like I had stepped on the wrong foot.
Oops.
Thud!
“Miss Rebecca!”
As I fall face down on the ground, Joanna who was running ahead rushes back urgently. Even Hyunkeshuni, who was sitting far away, approaches me with her staff.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. I lost my balance.”
I put my hand on my chest. The heart is rotating diligently. It doesn’t beat. When I first entered this body, I changed it because it was too noisy.
Now I’m used to the body’s sounds, but.
Since I already changed it, there was no need to change it back. Is it a heart problem?
Looking at my body, there’s no injured part except for scraped knees and hands from falling. Not only the heart, but the blood vessels are also working without any strange sounds.
As Joanna makes a big fuss, Hyunkeshuni, who has come right in front, puts her hand on Joanna’s waist.
“Calm down, Joanna.”
And she approached me.
“Your hands and knees are scraped. You get injured like a human too.”
“You might have forgotten, but this body is human?”
I’m contained in Rebecca Rolfe’s body.
“I know. No, I thought I knew, but I thought you wouldn’t make such a mistake.”
Hmm?
Hyunkeshuni examines my hand with a strangely careful touch.
Then she turns and searches her waist. Glancing, I can see a small bag between the cloth. And she takes out a bandage from there. Additionally, she took out a blue bottle.
Hyunkeshuni opens the blue bottle and sprays it on my wound.
It stings.
That’s what the body says.
She sprays it on my palms and knees and wraps them with bandages.
Looking at her face as she wraps, half is a researching expression, half is a sympathetic expression.
Hehe.
I see.
Do I look more human now that I’m injured? Is there a function to empathize with someone’s wounds?
It’s not interesting.
Joanna next to me also strokes her chest watching Hyunkeshuni treat me. If you think about children, it’s educationally good to just brush off such injuries.
But it’s not something to say to Joanna who lost her child before she could hold it in her arms.
And I’m not Joanna’s child either.
Of course, it might simply be worry for someone she’s grown fond of getting hurt!
I lifted my palm and checked the slightly yellowish bandage. It’s not because it’s dirty, it just seems to be this color.
No, was bandage originally bleached once? Or is it the difference between hemp and jute? I only vaguely know about this side, so I can’t distinguish.
In the first place, there’s a high possibility they’re not the same species.
But at least it seems they have the concept of disinfection, so I probably don’t need to worry about infection. Or, I don’t even know if it can be infected in the first place.
“There, it’s done. Does it hurt?”
“It stings.”
“Yes. That’s right. That’s the kind of medicine I applied. But it will heal quickly, so don’t worry about injuring your body.”
I nodded at those words. Now the emotion looking at me has almost completely changed to sympathy.
Then, as if remembering something, she hardens her expression.
“Are you going to continue this exercise even though you’ve injured your body?”
And she asked like this. There seems to be something bothering her.
I nodded.
“I’ll continue. I’ll be careful not to get injured next time.”
Then how does Hyunkeshuni react?
“Alright. Be careful. Will you come out at this time every day?”
She’s slightly relieved. In other words, it means I need to come out from now on. Then does she want to see me contact someone?
Or does she want to find people trying to make contact?
Either way, it would be interesting.
Well, it’s a bit too dark now.
I should move the time forward to make it easier to miss each other.
“I’ll do it after fulfilling the contract with Hieronymus.”
“Fulfilling? Ah, you mean the blessing. Yes, I understand.”
That means she’ll convey it to Hieronymus.
As soon as my conversation with Hyunkeshuni ended, Joanna picked me up as I was and moved her steps towards the room.
I don’t know what this person is thinking on her own.
I think that while examining Joanna’s expression in her arms.