A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

Heading to the Mile Boy's house.

His house was a very average house in this village. It was a crude house of wood, but the house is filled with warmth.

My mother is boiling cold water and cooling the head of the mile boy with it. Green fever is a high fever disorder. The boy's mother acted correctly, but instead the burden on the mother was not half.

See the bucket with the water in it.

It contains ice the size of a lemon. It's not winter now. Getting ice that size should have been pretty, tough. The skirt ends are worn out.

It was proof that her mother had walked far to get ice.

Miriam, my mother's figure came up. I wanted to hang up on her, but not now.

I should have served to remove the cause of the fever in the mile boy as soon as possible.

I also rent the boy's kitchen there. [M]

Because there is fire in the kitchen and there is also a rind to fry the medicine.

I recall the adage that Miriam taught me how to make medicine.

"My sweet Will, the basics of how to make drugs are to be loving. If you think about them, you can make them work better."

It's an unscientific word, something Father Ronin and others denied, but they have grounds for this.

Vandal, the god of witchcraft, affirms with a nod.

"Miriam's. It's natural, but it makes sense"

He said if you treat him with love, you'll get eyes on the details. For example, if you fry the medicine with love, you can't go wrong with the dose.

"I think of the face of the person who takes that pill, and if I have love for that person, I don't think I would use Mandgora's roots in their entirety, even if I made a mistake. The roots of Mandogola are drugs."

However, the god of sorcery adds:

"Instead, if the dose is properly adhered to, it will be a very effective medicine. Theatre drugs and medicines are all over the place. I mean, what are you trying to say? Love is the best seasoning."

Miriam Mother knows about it with a skin sensation, so I guess the formula affirms affection. I was in agreement with that.

That's why I want honey for Renamaria.

"Master Will, do you use honey for antipyretics?

"No, I won't use it."

Then why? Explain to Renamaria the look on her face.

"Because mile boys are children. When I was a kid, I used to get honey mixed in my pills."

"That's a consideration that makes it easier to take medication."

"That sort of thing"

That's right, Master Will, goes on, but it was all Miriam's mother's teaching. I just keep it loyal. [M]

Miriam's teachings are definitely passed on to the boy.

Mile boy drinks up his bitter unicorn horn fried medicine.

In a hazy consciousness, I gently open my eyelids when I drink up the green liquid that I fry and make.

"... Mother, where are we?

"Oh boy..."

The boy's mother smiles from the bottom of her heart.

I can't help it. I haven't had a conversation with my son in days.

"I was wondering if I'd wake up like this."

A mother in tears, bowing her head to me.

It's a precondition to reassure Miles now, and I don't get any thanks. Stay put and walk away.

Renamaria also accompanied me quietly.

Jinga, who should have left him as he headed to the edge of the village, calls out.

"Come on, you're not gonna leave the village in silence like this, are you?"

…………

Zinga guessed everything that I couldn't argue with because I meant to.

"Well, we just had a feast before this. You'll have trouble having two feasts in a row."

He told me.

"You'll want to go back to the mountains of gods as soon as possible."

Gaze at my hip. [M]

There was a misrill dagger crushed in earlier battles.

Indeed, I wanted to see my daggers again as soon as possible. [M] I don't think I can fix it, but in case, and I wanted to tell you that the dagger that helped me for years broke.

I guess Lunamaria sensed my mood, too. When I thanked Jinga, I left the woods with her.

- Us through the woods. There are things to watch over and things to monitor. The one to watch is Jinga, who broke up earlier. That gaze was wrapped in warmth, but the gaze of what was to be monitored was wrapped in hostility.

The girl in the pitch-black robe spews a curse as she distorts her mouth.

"Will the Son of the Gods...... Son of Ronin the Sword God......"

- Kill, the word goes on, but Will and the others haven't noticed her presence yet. But confrontation with her was an inevitable fate.

Dark clouds can enter Table Mountain as if to prove it.