Amazing Village Building

“Haa, haa, haa…”

A traveler was breathing heavily.

The traveler was a young woman with long black hair that was tied together behind her head. She was wearing a peculiar armor. In her hand was a slightly curved, slender sword. Lots of blood clung to its blade, mostly from the numerous monsters corpses nearby.

However, in exchange, she became quite battered.

To begin with, she was within a vast mountain range that was considered a monster den.

On top of the harsh environs, many dangerous monsters also made this place their home. It was unthinkable that any human with enough common sense would enter such a place alone.

“Just a bit more…just a little bit more and I’ll be see what’s on the western side…traversing, this mountain, alone…achieve, what no one has, before…”

But it would appear that this woman was not a human with enough common sense. She did exactly that, after all.

However, when she was about to reach the summit of the highest ridge that ran through the central part of this mountain range…

“Ahh, shit!”

She lost her footing and fell from the cliff she was climbing. She tumbled over many times as she fell, and somehow stopped only after several meters.

“Gah…my foot…”

Thanks to her employing falling techniques with each tumble, she managed to survive. Still, she hurt her foot, leaving her unable to stand, much less walk.

And as if that wasn’t enough…

“…dragon!”

Unlike her whose only option was to somehow climb back up, a figure in the sky leisurely circled around. She watched it for a few moments, but then she realized that it was starting to head her way.

“Graaahh!!”

“Curses…so, this is the end…but I have no regrets in life! And I would rather be eaten by a dragon than slowly die because of this injury…!”

Without readying her sword, she bravely welcomed the incoming fangs.

“…………mm?”

She fully expected to be swallowed whole, but no such thing happened. Instead, the dragon simply held her in its mouth and carried her along in the sky.

“It’s not going to eat me…? No, that’s not it…”

She realized the dragon could just be carrying her to its nest where it could take its time to devour her. Whatever the case might be, there was nothing she could do. And so, she simply let herself be carried.

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“Luke! This one’s gotta be one of yours, right!?”

On a certain day, Dora carried something to the village.

She might look like a little girl, but she was actually a dragon in human form. She lived in the mountains to the east, but since she had fallen in love with the village’s wyvern cuisines, she visited us quite often.

“Huh? Isn’t that…a person!?”

She would usually bring with her the wyverns she caught, but what she brought this time was a young woman. The woman in question could still be called a girl though.

It might simply be because she lost consciousness, but the woman wasn’t moving.

“Wait, are you sure she’s still alive!?”

“No clue. She was alive when I found her though.”

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that she had been badly hurt and her face was pale.

I quickly sprinkled some potion on her.

Unless it was to heal serious injuries, elven-brand potions should be enough. For times where a potion wouldn’t suffice, one should use a high potion instead.

At any rate, after applying the potion, her complexion gradually became better. It looked like she would be alright now.

“I found this one near my nest, so I brought her along!”

“Near your nest? Based on how she looks though, she doesn’t look to be one of our villagers…”

Dora said so with an expression that demanded me to praise her, but the woman was someone I had never seen before. That being said, the village had grown in population, so it wasn’t surprising that I couldn’t remember all of the villagers’ faces.

I tried to use Villager appraisal on her, but it didn’t work. So, at the very least, she didn’t seem to be a villager. But it was possible that she visited us. One pretty much had to pass through our village to challenge that mountain range, after all.

“There’s also her strange equipment.”

Unlike the usual armor, hers had a curious design. And for some reason, it felt nostalgic to me…

When Philia-san arrived and saw the girl’s appearance, she said something.

“This distinctive armor and helmet. Can she be a samurai from the east?”

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