Isekai Ryouridou

Earlier that day, after two hours past Jomtien, we were to close business.

I was able to sell out 200 meals at the end of the last holiday, but that day was sold out after spending a lot of business hours. It would have sold out an hour and a half sooner than that. After all, this time it became more intense than selling because I took two days off, does that mean?

First of all, it is a smooth restart.

What bothered me a little is that the dried meat doesn't sell well.

Although the price should be the same as for carons and the flavour should be about the same level. Therefore, it may not be possible to differentiate. It is a preserved food that has given up its preference, but there is no room for further improvement, or I would like to study it if I have time.

Whatever it is, the stall business is over.

After this, I finally have an interview with Camua-Josh.

"Good day, Asta. Camus is already waiting in the back."

Returning the stall and then knocking at the door of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, the Late Boy greeted me as usual.

Say hello to Milan-Math at the reception desk, and then I'll go back with Vina-Lou. I asked Lara-Lu and Sheila-Lu to buy out for tomorrow, so it's two marches.

"Hey, you're shabby, Asta. Looking good, above all."

As always, Camua was waiting for us at a table for six in the back cafeteria.

but there are only two other people there besides Camus and I get a little confused.

I don't know what kind of people they are because I'm turning my back on them, but whatever it is, the stories I've been carrying are not as revealed in front of the others.

"Hi. Thank you for purchasing earlier.... Um, are these people from Camus?

"Yeah, I was having a little work meeting. I thought Asta was coming a little later."

And Camua laughed at her garlic at her usual rate.

Sure, well, there was still more than an hour of respite in the original closing hours, so there wouldn't be anything more to do with Camus.

Plus - two letters of "work" didn't miss out on me today.

"Um, was that possibly the story of work three days later?

"Oh, yeah, yeah. It's a big job to get through the woodland settlements and through the eastern streets. I'm not talking about Asta, so let me introduce you."

After Camua's words, those two finally looked back at us.

At the same time, I take my breath away.

One of the two - what it is - had a temperament that I couldn't help but breathe.

Even so, I have no idea what you look like.

For bandage-like pieces of cloth were wrapped around his face in more consideration than Dalm-Lou once did.

"On the front side, Doug's Hahn, who makes Guardian a business just like me. On the back is Zashma, the head of the Chamber of Commerce who heads to Sims this time. This is Asta, the forest folk, and Vina-Lou, the son of the Luu family, the leading family of the forest."

The bandage man is called Hahn the Doug.

Doesn't sound familiar, but Doug must be a place name or something.

He is an unusual person.

I'm not just hiding my face with a bandage. It was the sharpness and cold of my eyes peeking through the gaps in that bandage that kept me alert.

I don't know - he's got a cold eye like a reptile.

Yamir used to have snake-like eyes too, but not as poisonous as that. It's just freezing cold even. He had pale grey eyes of color, glowing mercilessly like a blade on a decapitated head, not making him feel human emotion or warmth at all.

He looks tall, he's disappointed in his physique, and he wraps the same skin-length cape around his robust body as Camus, and he lowers his hood like the people of the east. It was a very common cloth torso and waist peeking through the cloak's combined eyes, but this could not have been the only one.

You're the owner of that Giva food stall, aren't you? I've only seen it in the distance before, but you're a lot younger again!

And it was the other person named Zashma who raised his voice.

This one, too, is frigid enough.

It was an introduction by the head of the Chamber of Commerce, but it is something that I would like to call the protégé of the bandits.

A lot of yellowish brown skin on the sun, dark brown hair and mustache, bright brown eyes. The back length is people-like, and this one also has a thick fleshy physique that seems sturdy.

Wrap a turban-like sandy cloth around your head, a sleeveless torso coat, and cylindrical trousers. He wears ornaments around his neck and arms, and he doesn't look wealthy.

"I'm sorry, but that's about it for today, okay? As in previous meetings, there won't be any problems."

When Camus called out like that, Zashma's figure nodded, "Right," and he got up again.

"Well, if the Northern Whirlwind Camua-Josh and the Double-Headed Fang Dabbag Hahn fit in, the burglar and Gibba are not afraid enough! Let's leave the troublesome stories to the day we leave to feed our English."

The bandaged man named Hahn also rises loosely, dressed to be nodded by that zashma.

At that time, I took the two knives that were hanging on Marutai's chair, but the bandaged man connected them both to his hips.

It is smaller than the machete handled by the people of Moribe, but it is nevertheless a medium-sized knife that seems to have a mere 60 cm of body.

That's how me and Vina-Lou got to face the men from the front.

Bandaged man Hahn looks down at us with a frozen look, and Zashma on the rogue side looks at us with a glimmer of curiosity.

"... Beautiful! Many are beautiful for the young ladies by the woods, but I've never seen a lady so colorful!

Thus Zashma laid her face closer to Vina-Lou and lurked her voice.

"If you like, why don't you come to my inn till tomorrow morning? If I were about your age, I'd give you up to ten white copper coins.

"... are you going to buy the women by the woods with copper coins...?

Vina-Lou screws a man with a luscious flush.

Zashma laughed, not looking bad.

"I'll buy as much as I can if I get an acknowledgement. In exchange for the price, you wouldn't let a man strangle you, would you?

"Hate you well... there is no such thing as a woman selling herself with copper coins by the woods...?

"Right. Damn shame! - Bye, North Whirlwind! Please let me know if anything happens again."

"Yes, sir. Copy that."

As such, the extremely disturbing men left the Kimmus Tail Pavilion.

Camus shrugs one shoulder and then points to the empty seat at the front.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable. Hey. I'm not as bad as I look, but I'm trying to be too faithful to my desires. You never have the guts to imitate the forest people, so don't worry, I'll laugh at you with my nose."

"Ha."

With all due comfort, I lowered my back to the seat where Zashma was sitting.

But Vina-Lou doesn't try to lower his back, he advances his legs behind mine.

"I'm sorry... I don't have the habit of sitting on these things together, so excuse me here wow..."

"Roger that. Oh, thank you."

The second half of the words were directed at Milan-Math, who came to serve the ceramic cup.

Similar to the previous one, it is Zozo tea.

This was a story about how inexpensive it was to be able to drink as many as five cups with one red copper coin, so I pressed one red copper coin on the reticulating boy. People in town seem to carry a change called red copper coin, but they didn't have a coin like that in my hand, so I have no choice.

"Well. What is it that you talk to me about? I can't believe you're here to see me from Asta's side. I just had to play my mind."

He elbows at the table on the splitting board and Camus rides himself over with pleasure.

While staring from the front at that neat face, let me state.

"I'm afraid it's not a very mind-blowing topic. Today I came as a messenger to convey the words of Donda-Lou, the head of the Lou family, Camua-Josh."

"Heh, that's interesting again," Camus said, opening his drooling eyes.

Regardless, I overlap words.

"To be precise, as the spokesperson for the Three Kingdoms who were to rule the woodfront on behalf of the Sung family, right? As a messenger from Luu's Parent Donda-Lou, Sauti's Parent Dari-Sauti, Zaza's Parent Graf-Zaza, can you hear Asta's words in Fa's house, Camua-Josh?

"... that's so serene on the fore mouth," Camua-Josh said, laughing delightfully, taking a sip of the yellow Zozozo tea.

"Has the Sung family finally been stripped of their identity as chieftaincy muscles? Whatever it is, it's a big deal."

"Um, let me be the first to confirm, didn't Camus really know about that?

"How could I? Not the people of the woods. I don't have the means to know that, do I?

"... because aren't you the kind of person who can steal a wedding feast without anyone noticing? I was wondering if it would have been possible to steal a look at the backdrop of the parenting conference that took place two days ago."

"Um, okay. Let's be honest. I also knew that a meeting of parents would be held once a year on the 10th of the Blue Moon. But if it was a banquet hall where everyone was intoxicated by wine, I didn't dare approach it because I wasn't sure I could step into such a pressing place and hide myself until the end.... I'm not insulting the forest people that much, Asta."

There is no change in Camus' pungent expression.

"Really?" I decided to keep the nod.

"Then let me tell you again. The Sung family was stripped of their status as chieftaincy muscles by ruling that they were ineligible to rule the woodland. Ruling the woodland on behalf of the Sung family are the Lew and Sauti and Zaza families. It is possible that the Zazas will give up their seats to other families, but please first understand that the three families are new chieftaincy muscles at present."

"Yeah, I understand that. As I've been saying for a long time, I was endlessly skeptical about the Sung family's behavior, so I feel like sending a compliment to the forest folks who broke my heart."

"That's frightening. … so I guess the new chiefs should talk directly to the castle owners of Genos, but before we do that, we have to get our hands on one of the examples we're working on three days from now."

"Yeah, yeah. We were in the middle of letting the Sung family take us through the woodland settlement. What's going to happen to your job?

"Yes. First of all, I'd like to make sure that you still can't turn down that job."

"That's troublesome," Camus said, spreading his arms wide open.

"This is a huge job that I've been working on for the full moon. I've already given the Sung family a reward, and it won't be possible to change their plans now."

"What is the reward? You may be able to pay back the penalty by multiplying it."

"No, no, that's not the problem! This was a big plan that Genos' lord Malstein and as much Mr. Zashma had just worked out. If this plot is frustrated, the people by the woods could be significantly undermining the Lord's trust, right?

"... and say?

"Yeah. It's a long thing to talk about, hey. … to sum it up very briefly, this is a story that also involves the national transport of Selva, the Kingdom of the West, and Sim, the Kingdom of the East."

I was supposed to take a deep breath when the conversation got bigger. It wasn't that easy to talk about.

In short, the only way to get to and from Selva and Sim was through the streets that frequently bypassed the mountains of Morga between the two countries, so it was possible to reduce the itinerary dramatically - if only by passing forestside settlements.

"What's more, there's a barren desert area on the south side of Morga, and a bunch of bandits targeting travellers are hissing in the northern peripheral area. It's all a harsh journey, and western and eastern national traffic is still a life-threatening thing."

"Ha..."

"If this attempt is successful, it could also lead to the establishment of a new route. As I've told you before, my last attempt ended in a huge failure. A total of thirty large chambers of commerce passed through forestside settlements, but they were attacked by Gibba in the woods from the settlements to the streets, and all of them ended up losing their lives."

Would you have heard that?

I feel like I heard it, but I don't remember the details. It would be quite a long time ago.

"So, at that time, the guidance of the people by the woods was unfriendly, and not well prepared on the part of the Chamber of Commerce. Using the reflections of that time, this time the plan was worked out so that we could glance at it with a complete attitude. The King's capital of Selva is also paying attention to this attempt, and there is no hiccups at this time."

"So, can't we get you to think in the direction of postponement, not suspension? Whatever it is, it's the hardest part of the day being chased by all kinds of ex-post processing."

"Um, I'd have to say that's extremely difficult, too. Does Gibba have the habit of moving habitats while devouring the grace of the forest? I also calculated the cycle of the journey and fixed the Blue Moon as the time of departure. If you miss this, the next cycle should be over a month away."

"Really," I breathe.

"Then you have no choice. More importantly, the chiefs also said they didn't mean to break their promises. I just wanted you to think about it if it wasn't going to be a big deal."

"Really? That would have been nice."

Camua smiles and makes Zozo tea again.

"As far as this is concerned, it was one concern that the guide was from the Sung family. I'd rather be thankful if the rest of my family could take over the job."

"Yes, it's about that, were the Camuans planning to get out of the south end of the settlement into the streets? I heard from Donda-Lou that the Sung people were talking like that."

"Yeah. If it's on the north side, it's going to be on the bandit's territory. On the south side, it seems like we can skip the desert zone and get to the streets. I left the trail on my own."

"Was I?... What makes you say this, but I guess the Sung family was just going to play a leading role in a comic way without any effort being revealed. It was Sauthi's family who lived on the southern edge of the woods, and they wouldn't know anything about the Sung family living in the north."

"Ha. The Sung family wanted to monopolize the reward, but I wonder if they had even spoken to the family named Sauti. Perhaps it was a shame for us to make the Sung family fall this time of year."

With that said, Camus rubbed the conspicuous mandible of his bearded beard.

"By the way, is there nothing more wrong with security by the woods? Is the Sung family not the kind of person who gets accused of sin or bows his head in a big way?

"Yes. There's nothing wrong with that area. The new chiefs are in charge."

From noon today, the men of the main house will also be transferred to the northern settlement.

Zulo-Sung told the Zaza family.

Zazz-Sung told the Gene family.

And Digga, Dodd and Tay, the three of them, to the Dom family.

There should be no reason to transfer Zazz-Sung, an ex-parent who has been offended by a demon and can hardly stand on his own feet. It was discovered that the people of Sung's settlement division seemed to be more afraid of their predecessors than of their parents, Zulo-Sung, and they were forced to transfer them on the doorboard.

"If he dies, he dies. It doesn't matter how much," Donda-Lou said.

Unlike the three Diggas, Zulo-Sung and Zazzo-Sung are waiting for the day of the mutilation, bearing Sung's name.

Currently they are not immediately executed in order to pursue the aftermath - in particular, to clarify whether they have done harm to the people of the town, and whatever the consequences, they will not be forgiven. Because it has already been decided that the sin of "vandalizing the grace of the forest" will be redeemed with their lives.

That just made my chest bitter, but Camus laughed relaxed, "Oh yeah?"

"So I guess I need to have another meeting with that family member named Sauti. If I can do it, I want to do it tomorrow."

"Yeah, if you specify the time and place you want, I'll tell you that."

"Hmm. How about tomorrow in Jomtien, in front of Asta's stall? I wonder if the people of Sauti will be relieved that Asta will prove herself to me? After that, we'll go to Kimmus's Tail Pavilion and pack up the story."

Apparently, the story came together.

I'll just put a little effort into it, and I'll even make you some zozozo tea.

"Oh, how about Vina-Lou, too? The smell is strong, but it's pretty tasty, isn't it?

Vina-Lou remains silent and shakes his head loosely.

After all, Vina-Lou seems to be wary of this guy named Camua-Josh all the time.

"By the way, Asta, when will we pass that story to Lord Malstein of Genos? I appreciate you taking a heavy look at my work, but if it were you, I'd have to talk to you first, right?

"Oh, yes, that depends on the Chiefs, but maybe we'll head out to the castle first thing tomorrow morning."

"Right.... Of course, you already know what the Sungs interacted with Castle Genos according to, don't you? If I made a mistake, you wouldn't go to the front gate, would you?

This is just for Xiao Ear, but even though the Sung family was not allowed to enter or leave the castle town. Tell the guards at the back gate to take it inside the stone walls.

"That's why the Sung family never met their lords. Well, it's like the Stone Capital guys are doing it," Rudd-Lou said at dinner yesterday.

"And I'd like to advise you in an old fashion. It is a man named Cycleus who is responsible for negotiating with Moribe in the life of his lord. He doesn't even have any shards like respect for the hunter, so let's not get cautious, okay?

"... ok. I'll tell him."

For the raw hunters Donda-Lou and Graf-Zazas, it may be a harsher trial than dealing with the Sung family.

Because, in fact, the lord of Genos will be a monarch to the people by the woods. Even the deputy Cycleus is basically unacceptable.

"So this is what this is all about today? I'm greatly concerned about how the Sung family collapsed after a vicious imitation, but I don't deserve to be asked about it by people like me in Shirai. Oh, come on, Lord. Let's call it a day."

"... I don't think people in Ichii can get very close to their lords."

"It happens, it happens. This is a strange person's edge, too.... Well, maybe there's only two people in this world, me and Cycleus, who have a direct connection to both Marstein, the Marquis of Genos, and the people by the woods."

That said, Camua laughs like a Cheshire cat.

It was kind of a darkly spoken and laughing way to rely on me if I got around to talking to a person named Cycleus.

"... Camua. Just one thing, okay?

"Yeah, what?

"My job as a messenger is done. From here on out, these are the words as Asta individuals in Fa's house. We're not even close enough to be friends yet, but there's only one thing I want to make sure of."

"My side thinks Asta is a good friend, but hey.... What?

"Did you, two nights ago, lend a hand to Ai-Fa?

Camua's eyes became strangely round again.

"Two days ago, that was the night of the Conference of Parents, wasn't it? As I was saying, I was nowhere near a forest settlement that day."

"Really? Sure, it might not have been possible to steal a glimpse of the meetings that my parents had been in, but I wondered if it would have been possible to lurk in the dark at night."

In fact, that night not only Rudd-Loo and Sin-Lu, but even Zwei-Sung wanted to see how we were doing, so this divine Camua-Josh would never be a difficult story.

But Camua shook her head sideways with the same look on her face.

"As I've been saying for a long time, I want to build a friendly relationship with the people of the woods. He had been advised by Donda-Lou Mitsuhito that he would snap his neck if he did an extra imitation, and Asta and the others had told me that he didn't need my help so far. I didn't think it would do me any good to step into a meeting of parents or anything in this situation, so I stayed asleep in this inn, keeping my overflowing curiosity down."

"Really?... Excuse me. I've heard the same thing so many times."

"Hmm. Though it was sad that they did feel like they were supposed to be the big liars under the heavens. What the hell is this all about? Was there anything dangerous in my eyes?

"Yes, that's why I wanted to thank you properly if it was Camus who saved it. Even for me, I was wondering if that was unlikely."

Then, after all, was it Tay-Sung who gave me a beware fruit liquor?

Send your daughter to the daughter-in-law of the parent Zulo-Sung, and give it away, that poor person, who was treated like a petty servant by the humans in the main house.

"I see."

And, the camouflage snaps low.

Looking at it, its purple eyes were narrowing slightly and it was beginning to float a strange clear light.

"Unfortunately, I'm not the benefactor of I-Fa. I don't know who it is, but I hope I'll give it to the right person."

"... Yes. Okay."

Somewhere that look that reminds me of Ziba-Lu makes me feel very restless, so I decided to leave early here.

"Now if you'll excuse me. Tomorrow in Jomtien, again."

"Yeah. Let me celebrate the new doorstep of the people by the woods and give you a secret toast tonight. Tell Ey-Fa I said hello."