Dungeon Master Makeup Money

"What, debt...?

I lost my words unexpectedly to the words I was told at the village chief's house I visited earlier in the morning.

The village chief shakes his puffy, fat stomach and makes his face look rash to explain the details of the situation.

"It is. Your father was apparently spending money from the village."

"No, but..."

My father is a serious man, a soldier who keeps the village safe at work.

He had a busy day of protecting villagers with spears from demonic threats coming from outside and arguing for drunken fights, despite being irregular in the village. As much as I drink alcohol to the point of dating, it doesn't look like I'm into gambling.

It's unbelievable to be told that such a father is spending money or something.

Well, not my money, but my hands on the money I'm saving when things happen, etc...

"Chris, you haven't been back in days."

"Yes, since three days ago."

Chris - that's my father's name.

I can't grasp my father's footsteps since he finished his job three days ago.

That day, he was apparently the gatekeeper at the only entrance to the village, and was examined in the last three days until many of the villagers had witnessed the appearance, and some had witnessed his father entering the jar after work.

But I don't know where he went after that.

"Actually, I was allowed to talk to Chris during a break three days ago. That's when I was asked to talk to you about the loss of money from the vault where the village's money was kept. At that time, he took pleasure in cooperating with the investigation. But now that I think about it, it also seemed to have the same look I had in mind somewhere."

If the village's money is gone, it's important. Given my father's character, I would undoubtedly undertake an investigation.

I just missed him within the day I told him the money was gone.

If you're a smart person, it's not strange to think my father escaped.

"Besides, only a limited number of people know the PIN of the safe. Chris is one of them. It's only circumstantial evidence, but I can only assume that your father was creeping money out of the vault and escaping because it was discovered."

"Oh no... my father is not such a scatterer!

"Only my family thinks so. When I talked to the village chief about this incident, he said he used to show his face at the tavern in the next town."

"Huh..."

That word was unexpected to me only knowing my father's serious appearance.

However, due to work, I could not say that I would never go to the neighboring town several times a month for consultations.

"I'm concerned about Chris' whereabouts, but the problem that needs to be addressed as soon as possible is that the village is out of money. I have to get something from somewhere. After consulting with the Count yesterday, I was to borrow money from the Count"

The Count is a lord ruling the territory around here.

There is a city managed by the Count in the place where he ran his horse from the village for half a day, and the Count also lives in the largest hall of that city.

Were you going to the Count yesterday if you didn't think you could see the village chief?

"I could borrow some money somehow. The question is, who's going to give me my money back... until I figure out where Chris is going, I'm going to have to ask your family to pay for it"

"Why!?

Your family - that means not only me, but my mother and sister as well.

"That was the condition for borrowing money. I managed to attach my promise by using the trustworthy as guarantor."

"Is that what you mean..."

This, I can no longer say no.

At the Count's, my brother serves as a knight. My brother was as serious a man as my father, and he could somehow use a handout to serve the Knights of the Count by also standing up in his arms. Joining the Knights is not an easy thing. I can join the group for the first time not only because of my strength, but also because of my personality, etc.

If the family stepped down the money borrowed from the Count, etc., it would involve a credit issue, and my brother would not be able to stay in the Knights.

As Count, I am reassured that there is nothing like stepping down because my family belongs to my Knights. It was a kind of hostage.

"Because in a few days' time, I'm also going to sell out the gold items in the house to pay off my debts"

"Oh, I don't know about the golden-eyed stuff..."

I don't have much gold because my father didn't like luxury.

"Yeah, 'cause I was just hoping it would add up to a little debt repayment"

But it includes the meaning that the word sells off gold objects if there is no purpose for debt repayment.

What's the most expensive thing in the house?

My mother is a good cook, so she spends money on things in the kitchen. Some martial arts are placed in the house because he had a soldier's father or a brother who joined the Knights. There will be a lot of other things out there if you look, but it's not a substitute for being able to pay off your debts at once.

No, there was still something to be traded at the highest price.

It's my mother and sister.

My sister, who is only twelve years old, may not be traded that high, but if she looks so young that it's not a problem to say she's still in her twenties, she won't have any problems with her trading partners, such as whores.

My family is sold off.

That's all we absolutely have to avoid.

"So, how much did you owe?

"Oh, you didn't tell me the exact amount"

That's what I said. I took a single contract out of the case I left beside the table.

There was written the name of the Count and the village chief, the person who made the deal. And it was well stated that the person who pays off the debt is me.

And the biggest problem is the amount of money...

"Ten gold coins!?

My father, who worked as a soldier, was getting three gold coins a month. But that amount includes the cost of living just enough for five members of the family to live well. Now my brother also works, and because he is out of the house, he has less to live for, but the amount he can still save is whether or not he has a single coin.

"You just grew up the other day, too. If you're serious about your job, you'll be able to pay it back someday."

In this world, when you are fifteen, you are recognized as an adult and can get a job.

Until then, all I had done was help the village, but I thought I would imitate my father and be a soldier to keep the village safe. My father's disappearance occurred at such an arrowhead that I had yet to show my face to the jammer who was my work destination.

It's an amount that I can repay one day.

But it was years away that I would be able to get the same amount of money as my father.

It was possible that my mother and sister would be sold even after such a time.

"Okay. I would like to consult with my family to make a decision about repayment"

"It would help if you did."

After the village chief's home, he hurries his way home.

The reason for the hurry is because of the gaze that can be directed from the perimeter.

"Anything, Mr. Chris, they've spent the village's money."

"It's the money we gave the village chief."

"You suck at spending that kind of money."

I hear the village housewives rumbling.

A small village. It's not long before the rumors spread if there's a case.

But I don't like it. No one in the rumors believes in the innocence of my father, even though he is the one who was helped by him.

One of my least favorite glances is from childhood training directed at the village chief as he leaves his home.

At an early age, I've turned a scornful gaze like seeing a traitor, even though it's a pattern I've even made awkward promises such as "Let's get married in the future" while we're playing together.

Very uncomfortable, even though it is my home town.

"Huh, that's a hassle to explain to your mother."

I felt depressed considering I had to tell this story to my mother, who has been visibly depressed since my father went missing.

Thus began my - Mars' life of debt repayment.