Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
88 Sounds Like Preparation And Work.

Saying that I would look into the world I am in again was kind of a strange task for Lianya.

I wondered why I had left it about it before, and I tried to defend myself that I had just left it until I needed it because it was knowledge I wouldn't use, but when I tried to replace out, I found out that this world, in fact, the residents didn't really look into geography, etc.

This is the result of research from information available to the general public, so the information in the hands of those in a position to actually move politics might have been more accurate and detailed.

First of all, there's no map like Lianya was looking at in the original world.

Even as we examine the path from the city to the city, we only circulate information to the extent that we "follow this street straight for a few days" without joking.

Lotus Yaya also shut up on the boulder for this.

On paper alone, there is no way to replace out the path from Kuklika to the Holy City.

Lotus Yaya had no choice but to whip her hot body and roll out to a tavern in the city of Kuklika, where she caught a middle-aged man with an appropriately merchant-like style and tried to work to gather information while treating her to liquor and cooking.

As a result, what I found out was that from the city of Kuklika to the city of Gosh, the capital of the Principality of Triden, it was about a week's journey by carriage.

From Gosh, across the border, to the Holy Capital, the capital of the Holy King's kingdom, it seems, is a distance of about three weeks by carriage.

I've been calculating it in my head and it's about 600 to 700 km from Kuklika to Gosh.

It seemed like something to say that Gosh to the Sacred Capital was more than 2,000 km away.

After hearing this story, Lianya gave instructions to Flau to cut back on the wasted size of the world's continent in which she was, and to maintain the status quo of Zion in the right place.

It is a calculation that only takes two months to go and come back.

If you leave Scion asleep for two months, your whole body muscles will definitely fall off.

All you have to do to say people is sleep completely for a few days, and the more you can feel your muscle weakness, the faster it fades.

In order to get it back, it takes many times as many days of training.

Zion is a swordsman for once.

If even you say you're immature, but you lose even more muscle strength on top of it, the day that Scion can be a decent swordsman will be far away from you.

That was not sneaky for Lianya, who would once be classified as a swordsman in this world.

No matter how much you redeem Zion for his chastity.

If I couldn't move on to it, it would have been easy, but even if I could move otherwise, Lianya also thought that if things went on, it wouldn't depend on Shion's condition.

From that point of view, it can also be said that the size of this world's continent works in a good direction.

Even if it goes in an unsavory direction, it is Lianya, who intends to push it through with a pinch because it is for you.

"I'll leave you a message this time."

It was Kroir who offered to leave a message at an early stage.

Being an elf, she usually walks about the city of Kuklika, but seems to be only a little resistant to showing her face to a fairly populated city like the capital of the Principality of Triden.

Moreover, there are many places in the existence of an elf called the Holy Kingdom.

"There's a temple there that's celebrating the gods of the people with the greatest power, and I hear that's why so many people see other races down there in human supremacy. When I enter the capital of Elves, the seeds of trouble will sweep and throw it away and sell it to rot."

A cloire that reveals disgust on his face and says:

"To be honest, I wish I was doomed by this brave noise."

"Kroir...... you're talking in elf, right?

"Mr. Theon is a hospital bed, and Rhona is not in medical care, okay?"

If you ask me, all the members who can currently move in Lianya's house are those who speak elf.

More than that, Theon is the only one who can't talk.

He cares about Lorna's existence because he probably thinks that Lorna is a monk and sensitive about defamation of the Holy King.

"People are monotheistic."

"God's name is unknown, though. This isn't just about people, it's about elves and stuff."

"Really?

"Yes, it has not been communicated, as it is not uncomfortable to speak your name. This is the same thing about the angels that go with it."

It was an unexpectedly taught mame knowledge.

"What about Emil?

"Is it hard to say that things are going well... Why do you have to assemble it from the array in a few days? I'm already in the middle of piercing at all costs while I sleep. That sounds interesting, but hey."

Emil was in the process of producing what was requested by Lianya.

Only Lianya, Emil and Frau will know what it is to say, and Theon and Lorna have not, of course, been informed by Croir.

The work was mainly carried out in the basement where you can get off the workshop, and the work was also kept secret from Lianya.

"It's just easy if you just want to make it, Lenya, because it's something you constrain..."

"No, 'cause it's a disposal premise."

"Well, hey, Lenya, I guess it's where you guys say that if it's not a substitute that you can dispose of at any time, making it or using it involves guilt."

"Well..."

"It's okay, Mr. Lenya. Well, I'll take care of it."

Emil's work was carried out confidentially, whereas Frau's work was carried out in the workshop, pee-pee.

However, there is nothing other than Lianya that comes to see what its work is about.

For whatever reason, the work was very unpleasant, and it emitted quite a bad odor.

Master, I need you to take the bottle there.

Throwing various materials into a large cauldron suspended from the ceiling on a furnace provided for the workshop, the way it was simmering together was like a wizard in a story as it was.

Lianya, asked by Frau, who is stirring the contents of the cauldron in such a way, takes some bins that are on the table.

"Which would it be?

"It's that bright red bottle."

The bin was color-coded into various colors depending on the contents.

From there, Lianya grabs the bottle, which is colored by the redness until it is poisonous, and hands it to Frau.

The bright black smoke rising from the cauldron was such a stimulating substitute that, when inhaled properly, the sequins and tears would not stop, if released straight outside, that a large number of complaints would come in from the neighbors, but Frau had done Lotus Yan a favor to clear the problem by sucking out this irritating odor-laden black smoke with the magic of the wind and rising it straight up to the sky at once before diffusing it.

Frau himself, if it was simple wind magic, could not handle it, but he was somewhat powerless to climb to such altitude that this smoke would not harm people.

Consequently, during Flau's work, Lianya is told that she must always be by her side.

"That, what the hell is in it?

"It's a poisonous gland from a razor."

Flau opens the bottle's mouth and puts the contents into the cauldron all at once.

What came out of it was a black stained gut-like mass.

"It's poison, isn't it?

"It's poison."

"Ask for it. What, are you okay?

A cauldron with a black liquid-like, lump-like object begins to raise smoke even more already.

Lianya condenses it together and launches it to considerable altitude before tearing it apart there.

During that work, a message ran into Lianya's sight.

Report: Appraisal Skills Toxic Smoke LV3

"Hey Frau. What kind of poison is Level 3 poison?

"It's a gentle poison. Intermediate magic can detoxify it."

I suppose that translates to a level already beyond the reach of elementary magic, Lianya.

At the same time, the question arises as to whether it would be okay to throw this stuff away properly.

However, the smoke must be thrown away somewhere as Lianya was questioned.

Because Lianya doesn't have the technology or the knowledge to make it harmless.

You noticed Lianya with a difficult face in front of a chunk of smoke collected and trapped in the wind, Flau said without resting his hand stirring the cauldron.

"You don't have to worry, when you touch the atmosphere, it degrades and becomes harmless in a day or so."

"Right."

Still, to avoid wrongly damaging someone, Lianya decided to launch it to a height high enough to make it invisible.

"Master, if you're surprised by the degree of poison, you won't be able to use the poison you're making right now."

"Will it be such a tough performance, it"

"Hmm..."

With his right hand against his chin and his left hand holding the stick that stirs the contents of the cauldron, Flau, thinking a little, eventually mouths the horrible content as he continues the task of swirling around to avoid burning or burning.

"If you say it on a level, it's going to be nine. A level of high probability of failure to detoxify even with a dedicated antidote. A spell can't even be detoxified with a high degree of detoxification. If it's an antidote like the one we sell in the store, it's impossible to detoxify it. And high healing agents like panacea and psychotropic drugs can't cure it completely."

"Huh...?

I felt like I had heard something absurd, Lianya, but the talking flau continues to explain pale as if it was nothing.

"The effect is almost permanent. After being invaded once, it is also impossible to restore function through high-altitude spells. By the way, the only pharmacists who can make this level of poison are continental."

"How can Flau make it?

I'll try to bump into the questions that would naturally arise, Lianya.

To that question, Flau's movements stopped for a moment.

But it's really a flash, and the work of turning it around immediately resumes.

"When they say that, they certainly don't know why they can make it."

"Dude..."

"Frau, originally you're supposed to be a fairy specializing in clothing. But I can make it for some reason."

Why not? Flau tilting his neck.

I don't think there will be an answer to the motion, but the fruit part was Frau himself, I think.

It was about those who were sent there frequently to Lianya's mansion.

At the time of entering Lianya's mansion, almost 100% of them have not returned so far.

The carcass is used as an important source of nourishment for those who live in the garden, but the spirit, the soul, and some of the things that are said will feed those who live in the basement, and most of them are taken in by Frau, a circumstance that Lianya doesn't even know about.

Naturally, all of those experiences and knowledge belong to Frau.

Frau thinks that perhaps someone among those who said so was an expert on poisons.

However, Flau thought that there was no need to tell Lianya about this.

"Master, have you finished rooting for Sister Rhona than that?

"Well for once... because it involves Zion's chastity, I asked him to explain and cooperate"

"Straight."

Lorna's cooperation was indeed essential when it came to this one.

In the first place, the Lotus Mita alone cannot talk to those above the Duchy of Triden, nor can it obtain information on the date and time of departure from the Holy City or on the detailed itinerary.

From the Duchy of Triden's side, she is the First Duchess even though she has no inheritance rights.

I can't wait to be mistakenly tipped off by bandits and attacked for their personal purposes.

That's why that information was pretty secret.

"Because of the sudden collapse of Zion, there's a lot of fuss around."

Lorna, who had applied for help, said she resented that Lianya would be told that she had drugged Shion.

Still, if it was asked that Lianya's actions were to prevent Zion from becoming unwanted, she nodded to cooperate with him without a response.

"I meditate my eyes by saying it's all for Zion's sake. And believe me, Lenya will do something about it, and let's get the information out."

That being said, Lorna is giving Lianya every piece of information she knows.

Whatever it is, it could be a serious crime if found out.

If they replace out, it can be Lianya, who is going to abduct Scion and Rhona and flee around the Elf country.

"Although I was sick and postponed my departure. We've decided to leave early in the morning three days from today."

"Even though Theon's not back in shape yet?

"I'm not going to make you wait for the brave man," he said in front of the building. There seemed to be a push on the outside road to say that the real thing would be ill but unconscious, but I just need to be lying in bed... "

Lorna, who came to report new information, said so with a tight tooth, the second day after Zion fell.

To its lesser earnestness, Lianya flaunts her face.

Sure, that's what I'm after, so if I tell him that he's conscious or not, but he's in good health or not, but it doesn't matter, Lotus Yaya wonders if he's working too much for the inferior species.

"There was an abalone among the nobles... who said that if he was late to feed the brave man Zion, he would have a bad heart test... and His Majesty couldn't seem to suppress that opinion either"

Only tell Rhona, whose anger passes around and her eyes are resting on her, that Lianya slaps her on the shoulder with a pound and lists the name of that abalone later.

Lotus Yaya went on to ask Lorna, who seemed somewhat angry at the words.

"That being said, is it going to take about a month each way to the Holy City?

"Yes, but I can't say it's that long, so the Magic Boat will be used for the journey."

"What's that?

Lotus Ya tries to hear more from Lorna about the first word she hears, but Lorna shook her head in a panic.

"I don't even know the details. a ship that moves by magic and runs on land,"

It was Lianya, who had no idea at all in that explanation, but I'm just wondering if it's a fast way to get to the Holy City as something I won't think about in terms of details.

"How long does it take for that ship to reach the Holy Capital?

"Two days, let's not. I've never been on it either, so I don't know if it's true."

If it is true, it is a vehicle of considerable speed.

In addition, Lianya guessed that it was probably of considerable size.

No matter how the purpose of devoting Zion to the brave, it should not imitate sending only one princess to the Holy City, because naturally, a offering of that magnitude should arrive, and unless it is a means of travel of a magnitude that can only deliver them at once, it makes no sense.

"I hope there's as much clearance as I can smuggle... the worst I can do is take a different route"

Lotus exhaled deeply at the trouble of the next.