Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

It was only yesterday that I caught the theft with my bare hands and was slightly reviewed by the accompanying knights.

At that time, I saw Jeff and Solcier, who replied well to Balad, who were so-called worms behind them, or mercenaries wrapped around their feet and heads with rope so much that they couldn't even see the end of their clothes. There was a moment when I thought about the appearance of a mercenary who was slightly calm, but the other person was the alleged criminal. The freshmen are pulling me with rope, but I decided not to see it as "well, acceptable" because I seem to be breathing and walking on my own feet. That was pathetic for the boulder, I'm reflecting a little.

He is currently in the Knights' cell to be investigated. Perhaps in two or three days an investigation will be carried out and you will be punished for the crimes you have committed.

Speaking of which, I haven't changed for the last three days, including today. I spent the morning on chores and the afternoon on patrols. Except for the fact that the theft of things is the cause, or that the knights challenge me to work with them, I spend my days without any particular problems.

I'm going to be showing you to Waldo's home today, so I don't need to have dinner. I don't have anything to do, I'm on my way.

Send in the knights, who have become accustomed to speaking frequently, and the freshmen have left it to the Naddies. Balad and Lutze are being chased to prepare for me and Waldo's absence this evening because they are asking me to mislead them.

That's how I finally got to be alone. I was coming to the well behind the Knights.

Continuing on the first day, it is enough to hear today's achievements from the Ains who sent them with the sunrise. Of course, it's been confirmed that there are no signs of people around.

Starting with a fairly irrelevant story about the son of a florist falling into a waterway that runs through the city and catching a summer cold, as well as the fact that the butcher's trail is suspicious of the grocery store's daughter, he finally hears important information such as the inn where the mercenaries are based and the dining room used to exchange information.

The information gathered by Ains and others from the sky is diverse and feels like jade stone confusion. Nevertheless, I don't know when or where and what information will help, so I'll keep in mind all the information that Ains and the others have collected for me.

And now that I'm done giving the magic of reward, I'm either listening to the hard work of Zwei and Humph, or mostly to the hard work of Zwei.

'So, I managed to pull Humph apart and left the scene. After that, he praised Humph, who still flirted with magic drugs and so on, and managed to take him out of town. I found a nice waterfront there, so I came down to take a break, and there was a cup of worm carcass.'

"It didn't taste good!

"... you ate?

Unexpectedly listens back to Humph, who shouted out full of power.

Zwei's judgment is great when he meets the owner of a magic that looks delicious in the aristocratic living area and moves by pulling off the humph he tried to eat. If a magical-eating bird is found in the King's City, it will be a fuss by now.

But then the story startles me.

I thought these guys only ate magic, but do they eat bugs or something?

I couldn't imagine why Master Celery and I grew up with magic, or how annoyed these people were with the quality of their food, pecking insects. Even when I fed him the magic of slime, he ate it, but he seemed very unwilling.

No, well, even though it's unknown whether it's a warcraft or something, it's probably a bird in shape, so it eats about a bug, but it's surprising nonetheless.

"You guys, what did you eat?"

"None."

'I don't. It's disgusting to peck a bug. Or do you have the power to eat bugs?

But my question is fogged up by the Eins.

"I ate a bug" sounds like it was "I ate the magic of a bug" correctly. And again, the act of pecking bugs seems unlikely to the Eins.

Ains, who opens his eyes and reveals surprises, and Dry, who distanced himself from the soot and the Zweis. And Fia's attitude with her contemptuous eyes tells the story as it were.

I'm glad the bugs and my magic aren't in line. It's too sad for me and Master Celery's magic to be treated the same way as the worm carcasses around it.

'No, no, no, don't get me wrong! Humph is the only one who ate such weird food! I don't like pecking bugs no matter how magical they are. Besides, it was more like a "magical bug" than a "dead bug caused by something magical." If you go back to Master Doyle's, you have a delicious meal, but you can't put that weird thing in your mouth!

He denied the words of Ains, saying, 'It's not a humph!' and think about the words that the angry Zwei has just said. It bothered me that the maggots died after being hit with something magical.

"Something magical" is many in this world if you look.

Magic drugs are, of course, the raw material of medicines: medicinal herbs, the flesh and blood of living beings, water created by spirits of water and water infused with power by those who have fitness for hydromagic. Such as what is called holy water, so to speak, which can be taken in a land where the gods have an edge.

There are differences in holdings, but those who live in the world possess magic, and places and things involving spirits and warcraft frighten nature and magic.

But if they use them for normal insect repelling, no.

If it's a worm-based warcraft, there's no need to use magic to kill the bugs around it. Ordinary bugs are good enough for well water and oil. Let's call it a rather unpleasant act. There are many uses for magic.

If the bugs found by the Zweis were worm-based warcraft again, it is quite unlikely that it would be a warcraft because it should be making a bigger noise. There is a possibility of mutation, but there is no reason for such a large number of rare bugs, so it is still natural to assume that the bugs they find were not bugs with magic powers, but were originally normal bugs.

"Zwei, why don't you and Ains go to that waterfront again and collect the bugs?"

"Eh..."

If you order Zwei to bring you bugs to the conclusion that the large number of bugs killed by something magical is unnatural, you will obviously look disgusted.

"Dear Doyle. Oh, that's, like, a little... '

"No, no, no, no! No matter how magical you are, you won't eat bugs, me!

"Absolutely, no!

And fiercely opposed to Eince showing a disgusting face Phea and Dry.

Apparently, he thinks he can feed the bugs he collects. Rude.

Think about it as punishment or nothing else to feed, but I'm not as animal minded as having them gather what they don't like to eat here. Master Celery would smile.

"I'm just going to find out because I care about bugs. I'm not going to feed you."

"" "It's" "It's" "

"Well, if you really want to, can I feed you after I've done my research?

"'' '' I won't let you!

"Dinner, eat -!

"'' 'You shut up!

"Muggy!?"

I was relieved by what I said, and Ains and the others rush to crush it to block the mouth of Humph, who raised a voice of joy. It spreads its wings and appears to be slightly floating, but Humph, who moves his patterned feathers under his four legs, seems to suffer.

"Well, feeding him is a joke, so make him that much"

"'' Yes' ''

"Just go with all of them and get as much as you can to recover to this. I want to find out about the magic bugs are doing, so that Humph can never get close."

Follow my words and line up the Ains down from the top of the humph in a side-by-side line with a good response. Then remove the lightest and thinnest cloth in your hand from the subspace and gently tie it to the neck of the dried with the best body of the five. It's a little big because it's a cloth for wrapping clothes, but if it's dry, it can fly. Naturally, the bugs weigh more on the way home, but Ains and Zwei should adjust around it.

"Dear Doyle. We found the worm carcass before noon, so maybe we don't have it anymore, right?

"That's the time. I hope it's still there, so please do as much as you can."

'Okay!

"Whatever the outcome, we'll reward you when you get back"

'I'll do my best!

"Be careful. Not to be found by men, especially mercenaries and knights."

"" "." "'Yes!

Blink your eyes at the words of reward and drop off the flying Ains.

... When Rafael returns, will you go and talk to the spirits by the water found by the Zweis?

I thought of that as I watched the Ains flying through the blue sky.

At present, Rafael is asked if he cares about the spirits living in the King's City. He said there are many spirits around here he knows who will be back in a couple of days, so he will be back tomorrow or the day after.

If the Ains bring bugs, we can send some to Seniors Leo, and Nadi and the others can look into it. It's not bad to send it to Master Celery if you can afford the quantity. I'm sure you'll be interested.

- Should I go too?

I made sure Ains disappeared into the sky, and I walked out in the opposite direction of the quarters to rendezvous with Waldo.

Flying orders and toasts voices and laughs.

The rubbing sound of a weapon, mixed in dishes and cups that are handled messily and bump into each other with chatter.

A suspicious voice lurked to the extremes of the occasional audible in an atmosphere no different from a normal mass dining room.

Many mercenaries enjoyed the end of the day shouldering each other in a dining room with a fragrant scent that irritated their bellies and the smell of alcohol.

"Store owner! We're adding booze and food!

"Heh!"

"Please add some more dishes!

"Oh, and fruit liquor!

"Hey, I know! - Whoa! The food's up!

"Excuse me! I'll carry it now!

"Just carry it! It's gonna get cold!

"Yes! Excuse me!

Voices fly here and there without any concern for the busy employees. You're used to mercenaries ordering whatever you want, and the store owner won't listen to your order. The store owner had not stopped cooking and was jumping the heat on the employees.

Employees who rush to the store owner's anger to carry food and alcohol also carry four to five plates at a time, not just in their hands, but to their arms and heads. Holding large quantities of plates and cups, cleverly avoiding large mercenaries and cluttered rolled luggage, they still seem to be crooked artists moving through the sulsultry stores.

... Shh, too awesome.

I'm overwhelmed by the enthusiasm as if I got mixed up in some live venue or event. The buzz of the dining room, which is co-located in the inn that it is Waldo's home, was rolling.

I've heard that many mercenaries have doctrines that don't have overnight money because of a profession that could cost their lives, but it's too awesome nonetheless.

A dish that is consumed like water, eaten like a drink. The amount is less than half as fast as possible. Isn't that a daily allowance and a whole bunch of property? I was surprised and unable to speak to the plates and cups stacked so high that I thought they would.

"Is that an incredible sight for a nobleman?

Waldo asks me ridiculously, stopping at the sight in front of him.

"Is this always the case here? That's amazing."

"Well, this is more or less what we look like. We'll settle down in an hour, so let's have dinner and wait. I'll introduce you when my father's hands are free."

"Right."

Laughing at me I admire, I follow Waldo very closely as he moves through the store in a way he's used to.

"- Let's make it here. You're on your side."

"Oh."

Waldo took me to a seat in the less conspicuous corner of the wall. The sides are loaded with chairs, desks and empty liquor barrels that are no longer in use, and if you sit in a seat prompted by Waldo, you will be blocked from sight by chairs and desks.

You won't be able to see from the customers and employees in the store. I guess that seat is waldo's care.

"What do you want?

"I'll take care of it. I'll pay for it. Ask for whatever you want."

"Really? Then don't hesitate - Mel!

"Yes, right now! What are you doing, Waldo? Your dad's gonna be mad at you for sitting in the guest room, right?

"It's okay because I'm a customer today. Tell your father to use all the ingredients that are usually expensive and likely to be useless because he has a good paying customer."

"Hey."

"To?"

While I'm impressed with Waldo's consideration, I'll take a seat. And if he left the order to the store owner's son, who would definitely recommend it, Waldo placed a hell of an order on the employee.

If you don't hesitate and don't hesitate to raise your voice to the way you order, the woman who finally realizes my presence will raise a loose voice between you.

"Isn't that nice? Your purse would afford all the ingredients and liquor we're purchasing, right?

"That's not the problem"

"Hey, what--"

"Oops. You can't do that, Mel. Makes no sense for this seat."

Waldo quickly blocks the mouth of an employee who recognizes my existence and tries to scream when he meets me. And to Waldo, who said quietly, the employee opened his eyes wide. Her dialog I was about to say is probably something like, "What kind of customer are you bringing in?!?"

"If you want to hear a lot about it, you naturally contribute to the sales, don't you?

"... I don't have a choice"

"So say hello to your father. Bring me something to drink."

"Other than booze, please"

"Don't be hard. corner, while I was out of school."

"After this, I have somewhere to go. Of course, we'll do the inventory. You're gonna hang out with me, aren't you?

"Chip. Do you want to stock the liquor another time - Mel, I'll ask for something other than the liquor. Don't scream."

In return for the info, Waldo's trying to dispose of the store's inventory all the time here. But if I can't reluctantly get the key information here, it's the end of the line, so I think he's a good guy even though he promises to work with me, and I'll return the acknowledgement.

And I watched him interact with his employees as he stabbed a nail in Waldo, who even tried to ask for booze.

It was a short time, but she calmed down a little while we were listening to the conversation, and when she finished listening to the order, she was demanding that Waldo's arm be slapped and released.

Pushing caution at her like that, Waldo slowly takes his hands off.

"I'm very sorry for your loss. We will bring you a drink soon!

As soon as the restraint came off, I lowered my head and drove away to drop her off.

Consider yourself a regular store employee even though you tried to scream and left to escape, it would be a pretty good response. Though he may be shouting dissatisfaction and surprise behind the store.

"Wretched."

"No, it'll be enough. I mean, you didn't tell him I was coming?

Ask Waldo a simple question that went past his head.

Though it was a sudden story, I had told him that I wanted to visit Waldo's home at lunch yesterday. And the reason.

This place is not far from the Knights quarters, and there must have been several opportunities to tell it between noon yesterday and now.

However, the earlier employees did not appear to have been informed of anything. I don't want you to treat me special, but she wouldn't have been so surprised if I had told her about the visit first.

If you look at Waldo sitting back without hiding that question, he opens his mouth with a prank grin.

"If I do anything, my father or my mother will buy luxury ingredients all the time here, right? It's a rare and lucrative story to visit a nobleman like you."

"... by being successful"

"Most of our guests have been mercenary inns for a long time. You can't do it without your liver in place. Look at me growing up here, you know that?

"So is that."

I am wholeheartedly convinced of the answer given by Waldo.

If you ask me, they are the parents of this Waldo. I guess that's a fat, successful personality.

"Thank you for waiting! This is our original, special drink!

A few minutes to imagine Waldo's parents you haven't seen yet.

Cheeks draw on objects that are more right to describe as fruit platters than drinks, placed in front of Don with a well-respected voice.

I packed all the extra fruit in the wooden jock! I can't confirm the beverage part from the top for the sake of special drinks. Scratch the fruit served with a fork that was attached to the jock for some reason, but it's heavy. As far as peeking inside, the liquid portion was only 1/4 or less. If it is bad, it is less than 1/5.

Moreover, there is no uniformity in the fruits served, all thoroughly that today tomorrow is the limiting ripeness.

"I don't know... you're willing to handle my inventory as vividly as I can"

How much is Waldo's father willing to take with this special drink? There won't be a single piece of gold on the boulder, but there are some words from Waldo earlier. If you're the kind of person who thinks of my visit as a time to make money, you won't have any hesitation or hesitation.

The typical liquor should be drinkable with three to four copper coins. However, I feel that this special drink is likely to take three pieces of silver coins per cup, even if it is quoted less.

"Hahahahahaha! It's not a drink already! I'm so jealous, Dad."

Check the inside of the jock in the same way in my words, and the words "be this parent and have this child" come to mind in Waldo, who laughs joyfully. At the same time, I was prepared to spend a lot more on this information.