I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to

After Ulu and Chante, who had gone earlier, the tackers also took a wagon to the Royal Palace forest. The task of the Taketoes was only a matter of utmost priority, so the guards were left to verify the scene and house the bodies after that.

From time to time, the water jumps up the puddle, and Gotogoto and the carriage pass through the streets of King's Landing. While being rocked by the carrier, the tacket was snuggling its jacket hood over its head.

"Uu... it hurts..."

While pressing both ears into the palm of your hand, you squeal loudly.

The bleeding has stopped, but the back of my ears hurts and is painful. When I was in the Mansion, I was obsessed with it so I didn't feel much pain, but as soon as I sent out Mandragora, I felt relieved and suddenly the pain got worse.

"Uuu...."

I want to go to the otolaryngology department now, but unfortunately there is no otolaryngology department in this part of the world. Even if you do, you'll only be able to stuff your ears with herbs that will at best help with your wounds.

"Shit. You're really going to be rude."

When I raised my face, Brigitta, who was supposed to be sitting opposite me, stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked down at me with a stunned face.

"... because I couldn't think of anything else to do with it..."

The tacket restarts its hood and leans down.

Just blowing the wind will make it more painful, which makes it a little easier.

Something fluffy touched the head of the squatting tacket. Slow down and realize it's Brigitta's hand.

The little hand gently stroked the head of the bamboo shooter.

"But... this time, thanks to Sochi, I saved your life. Without Sochi, the damage could have been bigger. That's why... you're thankful for your indifference.

The unusual gentle words of Brigitta naturally loosen the expression of the tacket.

She looks like a junior in elementary school. If you suck, there is an age difference that is not strange even if there are so many children in the tacket. But in fact, her words, which had been alive for more than 300 years, had slipped into the heart of the heavier Taketo, who had seen so many deaths in addition to pain. Even though there was nothing I could do, it somewhat relieved the shikori that I couldn't help the poachers who were dying right in front of me.

As Brigitta lowers her hips to the side of the tacket, Karon opens his mouth in the ladies' seat.

"I wonder how much Mandragora loves books."

It was an unexpected tackle.

"Is Mandragora of that nature?

If so, I thought it would be helpful to confront Mandragora again one day, but Karon denies "No..."

"I've never heard such a story before. Probably... that Mandragora is unique."

"Really....."

Apparently it was just him. After a while, Karon opens his mouth again.

"Do you know how Mandragola is born, Taketo?

In that word, the tacket shakes its neck sideways. I accidentally moved my head and my back of ear hurt.

"Ugh... oh no..."

Regardless of the state of the tacket, Karon continued his conversation.

"Mandragola is said to come from the soil soaked with excrement and bodily fluids that fell at the feet of the body... hanged for an innocent crime."

"Hanging... eh, so is that Mandragora?

"It's just a speculation area, maybe."

"Really....."

Was it born on the basis of such an unfortunate person? If so, what crime were they executed for? I still don't know much about the justice system in this world, but even in the original world, there were unjust crimes. I realize that this world is lighter in handling the lives of ordinary people than the original world. I'm sure there will be fewer unjust crimes, and there may be times when you can deliberately commit innocent crimes.

Even so, it was impossible to find out how Mandragora was born.

"So... do you still have the memory of the original human being? You think he liked books?

"Until then... I don't know. I don't really know much about Mandragora. But maybe it's not zero."

"That's right...."

I remember reading eagerly in the middle of my study.

I don't know why Taketo insists so much on books. But there must be an irrevocable feeling there.

If that's the case, I want you to respect that feeling as much as possible. That's how I thought the tacket was.

During the afternoon, when soft days plunged in outside the window from the gap in the curtain, Taketto grabbed a book from a regular line of bookshelves.

This is the general shelf of the Royal Library.

The part where the King opens up to the common people to raise the level of education of his people.

The book Taketo took was a book of ancient history. I don't know why, but that Mandragora seemed more interested in books about ancient history and beasts. However, I read everything from miscellaneous to cooking books and political books. However, it was particularly good to eat when I took the book in my hand, so if I had chosen only such a book, I would have read out all the books of that kind on the shelf.

(Have you borrowed this before...)

Unfortunately, I regret that it should have been recorded. Mandragola's reading pace is so fast that I don't know which one I owe and which I don't.

As the footsteps approached, the tacket turned its face towards the sound.

The tympanic membrane has healed considerably. After that, Chante, who was worried about it, took me to the doctor and stuffed a medicinal herb in the hole in my ear that I didn't know well. Fortunately, it worked and the wound was closing without pus.

Approaching was a small elderly woman with beautiful gray hair. I think I am probably quite old, but the spine of the one holding the cane is elegant. She smiled quietly softly, Samantha Rockingham. I'm the curator of this Royal Library.

"Are you looking for a book to take to her again today?

"Ah, yes... but it looks like I almost rented a book around here."

I somehow recognize the book I took in my hand. I didn't read it myself, so I don't know the details.

Well then, come here.

They took him to an area where only some people, such as royal palace officials, could enter.

"Are you sure? Even if I come in here."

"Oh, you're from the royal palace, aren't you? She is now under the control of the royal palace, and if so, the same will happen in the future. Nothing's wrong."

There were so many books in that area that they were not comparable to the general area.

"You can take whatever you want. Ah, just let me know which one you're taking to the librarian. Clarisse!"

As soon as Master Samantha calls out to the back, the voice returns "yes" from nowhere. After a while, a girl came out of the shelf. A teenage girl as old as Chante. The long black hair that bounced on the left and right was characterized by large glasses.

"It's my grandson Clarisse. I'm a librarian in this library. If you have the book you're looking for, you can ask me anything."

"I'm Claris Rockingham. Thank you very much."

Clarice lowered her head and said, "Ah, yes. Thank you very much," he lowered his head. Afterwards, she returned to the curator's office and was replaced by curator Samantha, who asked Clarice to help her choose a book.

All the books she chose seemed interesting, and if she borrowed some books about spirits, she couldn't carry them.