Survive on a Deserted Island With the Villainous Young Lady

23 – Finding Food (6)

“bow? A bow?!”

“yes. bow.”

“Uh, that, is this possible with a string like this?”

Monia asked in bewilderment.

“what?”

“It’s just an ordinary string.”

“ah. There are people who misunderstand, but the bow is shot not by the string, but by the elasticity of the bow.”

The bowstring only serves to create elasticity by pulling the bowstring, and the most important thing in a bow is the material of the bowstring.

“Do you know how to shoot a bow?”

“I learned thoroughly from my father. you are? Surely the peacock wasn’t hunting as a hobby?”

“Yes. So instead of swords, branded bows were hanging all over the mansion.”

“The duke’s family is the family of a general who led the military during the founding period.”

“You have the skills of a sword, but my father thought of it more like a commanding stick than a weapon.”

While talking with Monia, Chester took a stone knife to the split wood and began to shape it delicately.

The most important part is holding the bow with your hand. Make the appropriate thickness according to your hand.

After making it, Chester wrapped a piece of string around the handle to make it easier to hold.

Next, make the shape of the bow on both sides.

Even if it was to be shaped, all it took was to carve it out appropriately and then cut out grooves at both ends so that the string could be hung.

Chester cut a groove on both ends of the bow rod to hold the string, and attached the string he had made.

Strings that were slightly shorter than the 1m long rod were tied at both ends, and the rod slightly bent into a slim D shape.

It was a bow shape that Monia knew well, but at the same time it was a very crude bow.

“Does it shoot properly?”

“No. Arrows are a bit of a problem.”

Saying so, Chester took out the round trees he had taken to make arrows.

Take a stone knife to a thin, round stick-shaped tree and cut all the bark and twigs to get a smooth shape.

“I need to put a collar on the back of the arrow.”

Chester sharpened one end of the previously made arrow shaft.

After sharpening the tip and using it as an arrowhead, several sharp grooves were dug out so that it would not easily fall out when it got stuck in the prey.

then back.

After Chester thought about making a bow, he pulled out a bird feather he had been keeping.

It was not difficult to find as it was scattered throughout the forest.

Chester picked out the straightest feathers he could get, split them in half, and put them behind his arrow.

“Hmm.”

Chester first tied the flagpole protruding from the end with string.

“Are you going to do it with this?”

I’ve tried tying it, but it’s not like the untied feathers flutter around at the back.

Chester lightly crushed the end of the feather with a stone knife, then tied a piece of string back to secure the feather to the pole.

‘Is this enough?’

The second arrow had a leaf at the end rather than a feather.

“Why are you cutting the leaves?”

“If leaves do their job properly, they are much easier to obtain and obtain than bird feathers, so for testing purposes.”

Chester checked the condition of the leafed arrow.

‘If the leaves dry, they will crumble easily… If that’s the case, will I be able to go again? I tied the string tightly, but is this recyclable?’

It is so tightly tied that it is difficult to untie it.

‘I mainly use leaves now, but I think it’s better to supply feathers as much as possible.’

After attaching feathers and leaves to all the arrows he had obtained, Chester scraped the back of the shaft with a stone knife to make a groove for the string.

“done.”

By the time Chester finished making his bow, the sun had set over the mountains and it was dark.

“Should I stop sleeping?”

“Yes. … … By the way, when will we make our bed?”

“yes? oh right. Well, let’s relax. Because I have a lot of time.”

“I need a bed the most… … .”

Hearing Monia’s complaints, Chester broke the campfire’s charcoal and firewood and scattered them across the dirt.

Finally, after placing a large wet log on a small fire and burning it slowly, the two lay down.

Neither the beds nor the shields were made, but at the edge of the cottage lay logs left over from the construction of the cottage.

The heat from the campfire that hit the log is reflected and warmly embraces Chester and Monia as they lie in the cottage.

Enjoying the warmth, the two fell into a comfortable bed.

* * *

The next morning, Chester got up and made a simple quiver.

After cutting the bamboo lengthwise, the inner nodes are pierced, leaving only the area to be used as the floor.

Chester dug out the joint with a stone knife and scraped the wall of the joint with a stone to smooth it out, as if it would tear his skin if he accidentally touched it.

Then, cut a hole in one end, thread a rope through it, and tie the rope through the belt of your pants.

That’s how a simple quiver that can be hung on the waist was made.

Chester, who woke up by running lightly along the beach with a quiver attached to his waist, returned to the villa.

Upon returning, the claws of an animal tied with a rope and attached to a tree branch in front of the villa were swaying in the wind.

It’s a claw that I took off when I was grooming the beast, but I haven’t been able to make it into a knife yet because there’s no stone suitable for sharpening it.

‘I wish I had a wide stone plate.’

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Looking at the toenails, Chester approached Monia, who was still sleeping.

“wake up. I’m going to go check the pot.”

“Shut up… . That’s it.”

“Wake up.”

slap.

“Turn it off.”

slap slap.

When Monia didn’t get up even after a gentle slap on the shoulder, Chester slapped her on the cheek.

slap slap.

“Hey… ! Lord, I’ll give it up… !”

‘What are you dreaming of?’

Chester reached out and whipped it around, stabbing Monia in the cheek when she said she was going to kill him.

Chester hit him a few times, and before he knew it, his cheeks were red and swollen.

“Jordi… !”

‘Ah, the prince must have appeared in a dream.’

Chester put his hand in Monia’s outstretched hand.

Then Monia grabs Chester’s arm with both hands and gives him strength.

It was a very weak power for Chester to feel, but in the dream, Monia was really giving it her full strength.

‘Am I strangling the prince?’

Chester lightly grabbed Monia’s hand as she desperately strangled the prince and pulled it off.

‘The grip is too weak.’

I’ve never heard of anything heavier than a fork and knife in my life, so that’s understandable.

anyway.

After waking up Monia, who was enjoying revenge in such a sweet dream, Chester first headed to the river to check the water supply and pot for the day.

“Where and how long have you been caught?”

The first thing I picked was Chester’s trap.

Carefully approaching the trap, the trap between the rocks was shaking.

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Lifting it up, I see three fish trapped inside the pot.

“Five.”

“Wow.”

“Not bad.”

It was one big fish and two small fish, but it was good because they were all plump.

Chester pulled out the twigs he had put in the trap when he was finished making repairs, then took out the fish through the gap, put it in the basket, and checked the bait.

“… … I’m still fine.”

After inserting a twig again to close the large gap in the trap, put it in the river.

Seeing that the basket swayed with the fluttering of the fish whenever Chester moved, Monia expected how many fish her pot would have caught.

And when she approached the trap installed a little upstream from Chester, Monia’s eyes lit up when she saw the water bubbles inside the trap.

“Wow! Caught!”

“That’s right. Would you like to take it out?”

“Yes!”

Monia took out the trap with a big smile and checked the fish inside.

“Wow! Two big ones!”

“Oh, nice. great job.”

“Wow. fish! I got it! Did I catch you?!”

“Yes, yes.”

“It’s all mine!”

“yes.”

Chester laughed at Monia, who was smiling at the trap.

The way he liked it, saying he would eat all the fish, was like himself who had learned the technique from his father as a child and had a rabbit he caught on his first successful hunt.

“Please catch a lot of fish tomorrow too.”

It was so touching that Monia even prayed towards the trap she had set up.

After re-installing Monia’s trap, the two went to see the traps in the forest.

“I want to make another pot!”

“Is that so? It might be good to install another one a little further upstream.”

As Chester predicted, Monia’s motivation to hunt with the items she had made grew stronger.

“It’s great that it’s a trap! If you make it, you can hunt comfortably!”

“Even though I’ve never been through hard hunting.”

“I don’t have one, but there were many times when my father came home after a failed hunt.”

“Ah, it sure did.”

Being fond of hunting does not lead to saying that you are good at hunting.

The duke liked hunting, but he was not good at bow skills.

Perhaps that’s why Monia gave Chester’s bow a stronger look of distrust.

Even if the peacock hunts comfortably through the good bow and the knights’ hunting, there are many times when he fails, can he succeed in hunting with that crude bow?

“When my father went hunting, a lot of nobles gathered, so we had a party every time.”

“ha ha ha.”

Chester knew why a lot of nobles gathered every time he hunted.

For the Duke, who is usually full of dignity and charisma, the hunting ground is a place where the ‘human side’ of not being good at hunting is revealed.

A peacock who likes hunting and bows will feel better just by the act of hunting, even if he can’t hunt.

That’s why a lot of nobles who wanted to get a humane favor from the duke, and nobles who wanted to ask the duke for something gathered in droves every time they hunted.

By the way, during the duke’s hunting party, no matter how ordinary nobles famous for their bow skills, they couldn’t catch a single prey.

Since even one catch can go against the peacock’s planting, everyone intentionally misses the prey and says, ‘Oh, it’s not easy to hunt here, heh heh heh.’ , hahahahaha’.

‘There will be many animals starving because of the heavy rain, so I’d like to set a lot of traps.’

Of course, that’s what nobles do, who regard hunting as tasteful, and Chester’s only hope is that at least one of the traps will work and there will be at least one more game to eat that day.

The first thing I looked at was, of course, a type 4 sculpture.

“Five.”

“ah.”

As the trap collapsed, Chester and Monia moved closer to the log.

Approaching and checking, there was a small animal under the log.

As you carefully lift the log, you see an animal whose face is flattened by the weight of the log.

“Your body is strangely flat.”

“Because I was crushed by a log.”

“Hick!”

While Monia looked at the log with a fearful face, Chester took the carcass of the beast.

“You are lucky today.”

A lot of fish were caught in the trap, and animals were also caught in the trap.

Chester and Monia, feeling better, headed for the next trap with anticipation.

Unfortunately, all other traps failed, but the lasso trap was a success.

“What is that? … … pig?”

“It looks like a pig. It is small in size. is it a baby Or is it the original size?”

In the lasso trap, a little pig was squawking, its body caught in a lasso.

“It’s just fine.”

Chester watched the rampaging pigs and took out an arrow from the basket.

“Shall we try it?”

Hang an arrow on a bowstring and aim at a rampaging pig.

Aim, pull, hold your breath and aim calmly… … let go

The flying arrow hit the pig, which was running rampant enough to shake the sapling tree.

The arrow pierced the heart with a single shot, and when the rampaging pig calmed down in an instant, Monia looked at Chester in surprise.

I heard from Chester that my father was a hunter and that I learned a lot from him.

But even after hearing that, I didn’t feel it.

I didn’t realize it, but now it’s different.

Seeing that the wildly rampaging target was instantly pierced and killed, Monia realized anew.

The man in front of me is a hunter.

‘… … ? why was that right? Is this my first time shooting with this bow?’

Of course, Chester was thinking these things under his calm face.

“Still, I think the food supply and demand will be at this level.”

Chester laughed as he packed a pig carcass that was about two arms thick.

‘Then I’ll have to start building the house in earnest.’