Chapter 5

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One month after providing the beastmen with meat and land, the number of beastmen in the group increased from dozens to hundreds.

Why did this happen!? And I feel like this has happened before!?

When I asked the blonde dog-eared leader, Ilyana, what she did, she said, "I secretly gathered runaway slave groups scattered throughout the region."

Hmm, I don't really like it when their numbers increase because I'm afraid of riots... but, oh well. Everyone seemed to adore Ilyana, saying things like, "I can't believe I get to see you again!" and "Long live the princess!" They were also extremely grateful to me for helping Ilyana.

...And, as befits the worst land, the Baybalon territory, it turns out that monsters naturally spawn from somewhere. Thanks to this, it seems I don't need to worry about the beastmen's food supply. They were happy because it's like a feast for them, but for ordinary humans, it's not something to be happy about. How disappointing is the Baybalon territory...!

Sigh. If ordinary pigs and cows had the same regenerative power as those monsters, we could get a lot more meat.

Just as I thought that—suddenly, I had an idea!

"Ah, that's it!!! I can use my healing magic on livestock!"

What a great idea, right?

In the circles of nobles and royalty, it's said that, "Magic is a power given by the gods. Using it to heal inferior commoners or, worse, livestock is the ultimate form of impurity. It defiles one's magical power and is the worst taboo" — but who cares about that, old man! I was born in the worst territory, Baybalon! My livestock die from mysterious diseases, so I can't even eat any meat!

"Alright, I'll go talk to the rancher right away!"

Ah, if I had thought of this earlier, I would have broken the taboo sooner. Being too conventional is my biggest flaw, I guess!

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"--- Long live Lady Rize!!!"

"Long live Lady Rize! Long live Lady Rize!!!"

Ugh, this has gotten out of hand.

While being revered by many of the residents, I recall what happened a few hours ago.

To cut to the chase, my plan was a success.

When I used my healing magic on a cow that was almost dead and had all its meat stripped, it miraculously returned to its original state before being butchered.

Of course, I was overjoyed. The rancher, the cow's owner, also heaved a sigh of relief.

Yes, that would have been fine on its own—but then a major problem occurred.

The pile of cut meat also regenerated, and a calf with the same spots as the original cow was born!

This shocked me as well. The rancher, trembling violently, fainted and started calling me a "messenger of the gods," bowing down to me.

And a few hours later, the news spread to the other residents, leading to this situation.

...Well, I didn't know this because I don't have any decent books, and I've never been invited to any noble parties. I didn't know that healing magic can create life if you have the right materials! It's like an all-you-can-eat fresh meat buffet!

"Long live Lady Rize! We will follow you for life!"

"Moo! Moo!"

Ha ha ha ha, what cute people.

Surrounded by the residents, who were looking at me with sparkling eyes, and about 100 calves I had mass-produced, I began to imagine the rich and abundant food life that awaited me from tomorrow.

(I'm not) a conventional person.

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