Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de - 392 They're gonna take care of it.

“That’s why we’re holding a counter-measure meeting”

After engaging with unusual pig individuals in the woods of temper.

As soon as he returned to his crusader stronghold, Lianya gathered the faces that were the Lord and held a meeting.

The agenda is, of course, about the increasing number of wounded soldiers and who would have injured them.

It was the large tent used for the meeting, where the large table and the seats were provided so as to enclose the table, but the gaze of those seated in that seat was poured on the objects placed in the center of the table enclosing it, not on Lianya, who declared the meeting to be held.

What was there was a black carburized object.

Lotus Ya brought the remaining parts of the burnt from the bodies of the engaged pigs, but that showed enough dissimilarity to gather the gaze of the attendees.

In a nutshell, Lianya looks around at the attendees who have not seen herself, and then turns to what is on the table, wondering if the word yarn balls is reasonable.

Most of his body was burned down and became a mass of charcoal, which was more like collecting and lumping tentacles from the thickness of a man’s arm to the thickness of his fingertips.

“Count, what the hell is this?

Leppard pointed to it and asked Lianya, but there was no word with Lianya that could explain it, and she just twisted her neck.

“In the meantime, it’s probably something that’s attacking the soldiers in the woods.”

It was clear from anyone’s eyes that Emil, instead of Lianya, let Leppard’s question be answered, could not see anything like confidence at all from the words, nor did Emil himself, who answered.

“When I just explain what I know, hey. This is what manipulated the pig when we were attacked in the woods.”

“Are you a parasite?

Emil shakes her neck sideways to Alberto’s question looking at the creepy remains of the monster.

“You’re a little different than a parasite. The pigs that attacked us were invaded by this.”

“Yes?”

Failure to understand Emil’s words, Alberto puts a question mark on his expression.

Other participants also did not seem to know what Emil was talking about, except for Lianya and Zion, and the atmosphere flowed to the venue asking for a continuation of the explanation, and Emil, who guessed it, opened his mouth.

“I mean, this was tightly stuck inside an individual who was originally a big pig. A variety of tentacles, large and small, wrapped around the skeleton inside the pig, pushed the skin up from the inside, and simulated the presence of a pig.”

A large number of participants, who have imagined Emil’s told information, distort their faces to its spookiness and turn away from the wreckage placed on the table in a way that feels unexpected.

During Lianya’s engagement with the pig, one of the causes of his missing neck was the tentacles that were nesting inside this pig.

In other words, those tentacles had even tougher endurance than the pig’s muscles.

“The forest of temper is vast, so I guess it’s not strange to have something we don’t know, but I didn’t think there was such a monster.”

A cloire with an expression that wasn’t even trying to hide his disgust uttered that sentiment, but Emil responds to this in some strange tone.

“As a researcher, I am quite proud to say that I am knowledgeable about demons, but is this the demon that was in the woods of temper?

“What does that mean?

“As far as I can tell, I don’t think there was such a monster.”

Speak quickly, or Emil’s hand flashes to the wreckage on the table.

As Emil ran his hand over the wreckage several times before setting himself up with something, the part of the tentacle that had not yet become charcoal was thoroughly cut open and exposed to its interior.

“This tentacle, roughly everything, is made of muscle fibers. So even the thin tentacles seem to have quite a bit of power.”

Emil was dismantling his tentacles, but the participants who were watching were staring at Emil because they felt something strange was happening.

If it is a normal organism, the inside of its body is packed with organs to sustain life.

Even though it became somewhat charcoal, the kind of remnants of it should be inside the tentacle chunks, but no matter how much Emil cut through the wreckage, I just see the muscles left to burn and all the chunks that seem to have become charcoal, and nothing like the gut comes out.

Eventually, in front of the wreckage completely splattered, Emil let his hands spread out as if to open the wreckage to everyone, spitting out something like a sigh of breath small.

“As such, you only have muscles wherever you rose. It’s obviously funny as such an organism… excuse me, it’s hard to imagine that something strange was in the woods without my knowledge.”

If Emil had been just a researcher, even if the unknown existed in the woods of anger, it would have been cleaned up because that would have happened.

But Emil is a demon, among them a researcher, and, to the best of his knowledge, a person with a background that Lotus Yaya originally did research on living organisms.

If Emil doesn’t know, then the question about the identity of the wreckage placed in front of Russia deepens, but if he asks if he can come up with any clear answers on this occasion, then everyone will shake his head beside him.

It was still Lianya who made such an atmosphere-blowing statement.

“Aside from who this is, it means we have to take action beyond what’s actually likely to be the damage this guy is doing to the soldiers.”

“That’s true, though. What kind of measures can you put in place for something like this?

There was no point in Leppard bitterly saying such a thing.

A mass of tentacles is a mass of muscles all over the body and is not equipped with anything similar to the gut.

In other words, wherever you hit it, wherever you cut it, it’s all just part of the muscle, and there’s no such thing as a steeple in a place as a person or animal.

Moreover, as far as Lotus Mita was engaged, not only its endurance, but also its healing power, appeared to be quite high again, and it did not seem to Leppard that effective measures could be put in place.

But Lianya clearly told Leppard like that.

“Carve it to the point where you can’t recover in time, and you’re dead?

“Well, I guess so.”

Apart from being able or unable to perform, if the healing does so much damage that it cannot keep up, it should die unless it is immortal.

However, even if that were true, it was a completely different issue from the question of whether it was an effective measure.

“And if you burn it, you can hinder recovery. Let the soldiers who operate in the woods always prepare the fire.”

“You should stop touching me with your bare hands.”

Emil tells him to take over Lianya’s words.

“As you can see, he’s this kid with no guts. I’ve been looking for you, but you don’t have a mouth or eyes. Still, this guy was breaking into the pig’s interior. Probably secreting something like digestive fluid from the body’s surface and preying on it in a process that’s close to assimilation.”

“I think it’s very intelligent, so I need to be aware of it.”

It was Zion who sandwiched his mouth.

Pale Zion speaks as they all turn to a somewhat surprising gaze.

“It’s a mystery how you’re doing it even though you don’t have a brain, but at least you can simulate it on a pig and multiple individuals work together, working together to the extent that you can move your whole body. Besides, he’s gonna recognize and attack his enemies properly, so he thinks he’s just an animal, and when he deals with it, he’s gonna see painful eyes.”

“Maybe we should think of it as a group rather than an individual in that sense.”

Scion snorted at Emil, pinching words that would supplement him with a slight trembling of his voice, and continued further ahead.

“Right. And quite a bit of resistance about witchcraft. That black moya I manipulate was also played. Maybe not as an individual, but I think it’s because they resist in the herd. I think it’s gonna be tough if we don’t teach the magicians around here.”

As he remembered when he engaged, Theon frowned when he noticed the gaze from everyone who was being directed at him.

As a Scion, I didn’t mean to say anything particularly strange, but for some reason the gaze being directed seemed to intersect confusion and suspicion.

If I looked to Lianya beside me in wonder, Lianya also went to Zion in a slightly surprising tone.

“You, now you can do a decent analysis or something.”

“Uh… maybe they’re making fun of me?

Scion asks, making his face a little rough.

Emil, Lorna, and Kroir uttered thoughtful words about it.

“Dude, it was a brain muscle.”

“Theon does something decent…… Ah, no. I can’t exactly say from my mouth that I was originally stupid, but in my position.”

“Aren’t there a lot of ingredients in Flau? And I was surprised.”

To a lesser extent, Theon starts to dictate with his index finger the top plate of his desk with bumps and squeaks like a jerk.

“It wasn’t surprising or anything that they thought it was like that. Surely Sister Zion had no choice because she was a muscular person up to her brain…… that rating is too harsh because she is one heart now!?

Participants turned away gently from Scion, who held his head in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Seen from the side, Zion is just a dangerous person now, but from those who know the truth of it, he had no choice but to act and at least take the option of pretending not to see it as a concern.

“Anyway, let the soldiers know what you know…”

“Hey Lianyi!? I wonder if you’d like to leave me alone and try to move on with the story!? Terrible, isn’t it? It’s so awful, isn’t it?!? I guess it’s my job as a husband to console me because it means it’s terrible!?

Similar to the reaction around him, Theon cling to Lianya trying to get the story going.

Even to shake it off, Zion is now in a state where he also gains Flau’s abilities in addition to his original abilities, and he is not the kind of opponent who can easily shake it off no matter how Lianya is.

“We’re in a meeting!? I’ll do whatever it takes later, so let go now!

“Console me now! Be nice, spoil and stroke!

“Mind your eyes, you idiot!

Scion resists being pushed away by Lianya, who manages to push away.

For now, the other participants who thought they would have exhausted the information that had to be communicated to the soldiers turned a warm gaze at the Lotus Mita and left the tent in order for each of them to convey the information everywhere.