She has a muscular body, rich brown hair flowing down her back, and countless weapons on her back.
「For you〜!」
With a slow voice, a red spear was thrust into the fox with the same momentum she was running.
「Keeeeen!」
The jousting spear nailed the fox to the ground.
The centaur drew her great sword from her back and easily decapitated the fox as if she was cutting up smoked meat.
「Oi! Did you see that?」
「I saw it! The fox was decapitated!」
「That’s not what I’m talking about! It’s the centaur! That’s Seven Sword Pickles! The mightiest of the Schenkers!」
I must apologize to the coachman who’s excitedly talking about something but, I was too absorbed in watching Pickles-san’s heroic figure and didn’t hear much.
There’s such a strong woman in Torquiva.
The world is big, very big.
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After arriving in Torquiva, I was honestly disappointed.
We were all bought together and healed together by healing magic.
I wasn’t able to say a word with master.
The ones who couldn’t speak, the ones who couldn’t move, they all got better.
My illness, which had caused me so much pain, was completely gone and I was able to start working right away.
Until now, I had kept the divine protection of knowing which direction in secret from people I met for the first time….
However, from now on, I’m going to use it as my weapon so I’m going to tell everyone about it.
Some people laughed at me and said “That’s it?” but I didn’t care.
It was the bird god who saved me from the storm.
I did that and soon, I caught the eye of the head slave, Chicken-san, and she put me on an important job.
I guess everything has its uses.
There is no such thing as useless power. Even the powerful Pickles-san is loved by the mole god which made her treated like a misfit.
It’s a wonderful thing to have a god to pray to.
Bird god, military officer Sawadi-sama, I will work for you today too.
And father and mother.
Now that I have accumulated enough pocket money, I’m sending you this letter which summarizes my little adventure.