Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 173.3

Aria, who said that easily, made Camille wonder what she understood from looking at him and moved her foot and crossbow out of the way, and held out her hand to pull him up.

“…Ah, ah.”

Camille’s back was drenched in sweat as he took the offered hand and stood up; Aria easily lowered her weapon, but if she had looked away or acted hostile in any way, he would have been killed on the spot. At least that’s how he felt. 

Aria was still Aria, no matter where she was. Even deprived of all her weapons and no matter how desperate the situation, she would not be any different, and in that figure Camille felt a strength to live that he could not get himself.

“Aria…for now, let’s return to the room where you came from.”

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“That ain’t very good food.”

Jessa was finally let out of her cell and poured a bottle of fruit wine down her throat while devouring a whole roasted lizard that had been laid out on the table. She had been in the dungeon for several days without eating or drinking, but her stomach and intestines did not seem to have deteriorated, as one would expect from a dwarf.

Even if there was some poison in her system, I think Jessa would be fine with it. I didn’t drink any alcohol, but only consumed a small amount of meat stir-fried with succulent oil and drank a glass of water.

“First, I will return the equipment to the two of you. However, I didn’t get the weapons back…”

Camille said as we finished our meal, along with the father and daughter of a human and Dark Elf we had met earlier in the desert…the daughter was the one with the terrible frown on her face as she brought our equipment to us.

“That Dwarf one has leather armor and boots, but the metal fittings are ruined, so they might not work. Yours is boots and cuirass and…it was torn and tangled, so I took that off for you.”

“I see.”

The one who took off my gear was the daughter… Izelle, I think she was a little older than me. The tights that Izelle said she took off were a pair of thin tights made by Gelf and woven with Mithril fiber.

I said “made of Mithril fiber…” but not all of them were made of Mithril. Only about 30% of the tights were made of Mithril fiber, and the rest were made of silk, so they were supposed to be tougher than regular tights, but they were torn in that battle.

“I… haven’t forgiven you yet.”

Izelle muttered in a small voice as I handed over the equipment. She was angry because I had blinded one of her father’s eyes. Her father, Kadori, who brought me the food, was wearing an eye patch and didn’t seem to mind on the surface, but it should take a year or so to regrow an eye with [Cure], so I couldn’t blame Izelle for being resentful of me for that.

“Well, I guess I can wear it…”

The leather was broken in places, but it was tough dragon skin, so it seemed to be usable, and Jesha took off the rag-like clothes she was wearing and started changing.

I also put on my cuirass and gloves, pulled out a spare pair of tights from my [Shadow Storage], lifted one leg up on a chair, and started to put them on, but Camille saw this and for some reason looked away.

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