After the dismantling of the berserker bull, the table is set on a stump.

　Lunamaria returned to the place where she had left her luggage and brought a set of tea utensils.
　The tablecloths and other items were properly drawn and prepared for a fine tea party. Meanwhile, I fetched water from a nearby spring to boil water.

　Acting in the right place at the right time.
　The hunter Zinga praises me as I wipe my bloodied hands.

"I never thought I'd find such fancy things to drink in the woods.

　Lunamaria replies.

A hot drink is the best thing to drink after a battle. It calms my troubled mind and soothes my tired body

　Lunamaría smiles and continues.

The High Priestess who raised me always served warm herbal tea to the priestesses when they finished their training.

That's a clever high priest.

　The hunter Zinga said admiringly, and seemed to remember the necessity of thanking him.

I thank you again, even though it became ambiguous in the middle of the battle.

　The hunter, dressed as a barbarian, bows deeply.

He dresses like a barbarian, but inside he's a gentleman.

　Bullshit it yourself, but he seems to be a good-natured person.
　With a thud, he puts Berserker Bull's liver in the middle of the table.
　Blood stains the tablecloth, but he doesn't care.

"For your help, I give you this.

"What is this?
"It's the liver of Berserk Bull,
"............

　I fell silent because Berserel Bull's liver was still beating. What a life force: .......

This liver can be eaten as is or used in a secret potion. There are many uses for it. You can sell them fresh for a good deal of money.

But I don't think there are any merchants around here willing to buy material.

"Well. . so I suggest you eat here and now.

"You eat that guy: ......

　The image of the vicious Berserker Bull's face does not whet my appetite. But it would be wrong to ignore it, so I'll make a potion.

　I magically freeze a gall larger than a human head and toss it into my backpack.

You can do magic too? I see you can also make potions.

Will is one of the best swords, magic and healers in the world. He can make potions, elixirs, and potions in no time at all.

No, it's not.

　He is humble, but his words are discredited when he hands over a potion to heal Zinga's wounds. Jinga had been wounded in the battle, but he recovered quickly.

Wow, even Master Baba's potion doesn't heal this quickly.

　Lunamaría explains snidely to an astonished Jinga: "Master Will's mother is the goddess of healing at Table Mountain.

"Will's mother is the goddess of healing in Table Mountain.

"Oh my God, really?

It's true.

"Seriously?

　Zinga is truly amazed that "she" had a son.

　Incidentally, Zinga's "she" has more of a sneering component than a reverence component. My mother, Goddess Milia, a venerable goddess who fought through the holy wars, lives a life of self-degradation at Table Mountain. She is known for her selfishness, promiscuity, and love of alcohol.

　At least that's what they say in the villages at the foot of the mountain. It was a bit strange that the distance between us was so close that the mystique had faded. Can such a goddess raise a child, Zinga seemed to doubt that she could.

　--I'll just muddle through and say that both my father and I do the cooking and washing.

I see, so if we can share the load in the family, we should be fine.

　Zinga laughed and continued, "He saved my life and healed my wounds.

She saved my life and healed my wounds. I hear you're on your way back to Table Mountain, but I hope you'll come by my village.

Zinga's village?

Oh, it's close. I'd like to give the whole village a big welcome. The whole village would like a round of applause. It's a parley night of drinking and singing. I'll empty the village cellar.

It's not that bad. I don't want you to do that for me.

"I don't care. What's mine in the village is mine, and what's mine is mine.

Is it possible that Zinga is the son of the chief?

No, he's just a little bratty villager. But we in Barca know how to treat our guests.

"............

　It would be unbearable to be taunted by the villagers, but I'll be treated with open arms.

　I'm tired from running around the forest, but I'm more worn out than I thought from the battle. You wanted to spend the night in a warm bed.

　When I tell him honestly, Zinga shows his yellow teeth and pats me on the head.

It's good to be honest, Will.

Yes, my mom and dad said the same thing.



Nice family. That's God.

　With that statement, Zinga gulps down the second cup of tea that Lunamaria just poured for him.

Now, if you decide, you can start your journey. We'll take the horns and other valuable parts as they are, but the meat and bones will be brought back later with the young ones from the village.

　I see the corpse of Berserker Bull, with its horns and other parts cut off.

　It was certainly painful to move this body. We need people.

　I could probably carry it myself, but I should have respected Zinga's opinion, being a hunting expert.

　I'll wear my most expensive horn around my back. I'll take the bile you gave me. Lunamaría apologizes for being empty-handed, but neither the Mountain of the Gods nor the village of Barca had a culture that required women to carry heavy things.

　We continued on our way into the depths of the forest with great enthusiasm.
　Zinga's gait was like walking through her own garden.
　He seems to know this complex forest terrain very well.

　If we listen to him, we'll get to the village in a straight line. Later, I'll ask him to show me the way to the Mountain of the Gods.

　With that in mind, I'll follow Zinga's big back.
　I was impressed by the barbarian's distinctive fur and the way he walked with his wide gait.