Isekai Ryouridou

Then the "Silver Kettle", with the young Schmiral as the head of the regiment, was set to resume its activities.

Schmiral was twenty years old at the time, and he suggested that the person who should be in charge of the chair of the regiment should once again argue with each other, but no one agreed with the words.

'What Averall's successor deserves is Schmiral. That's not because Schmiral is Averall's son, but because of his power as a merchant, I think so'

'No, but...'

'Besides, we're getting as old as Averall. Everyone was thinking of entrusting their son with a job, not far from here. Then it is only a few years old where I held the chair of the regiment, so I think the young man should still take the seat here'.

Taught by those words, Schmiral was to assume the chair of the captain.

That, Radajid could also wholeheartedly agree - it was out of my imagination that the seat of deputy chief had turned on me.

"Radajid is the newest of these, but his power as a merchant is impeccable. What Schmiral's right arm deserves would still be Radajid '

Radajid was greatly troubled, but eventually decided to accept the proposal.

If indeed the other members were to take their place, we could not leave them to the deputy heads of the regiment - and after all, there was a strong desire to support Schmiral with his own hands.

(The power as a merchant would be as much shmiral as it is already. But Schmiral... he lost all his family at such a young age. You can't just leave me alone.)

That is how the Silver Kettle allowed the trade to resume - but the work of the members headed by Schmiral did not raise any major problems.

Never defile the name of Averall's Silver Kettle. I guess everyone was strongly mindful of it that way. Hearing that those enthusiasm had also been passed on to the counterpart of the trading partner, and that the young Schmiral had succeeded to the chair of the regiment, no one appeared to try to stop doing business.

As the members of the group who ate the year had first declared, they began to give that seat to their sons one by one as they grew older, but that did not diminish the power of the Pot of Silver.

And those wishing to join the group anew also continued to see if Schmiral's activism moved the young human mind. Schmiral and Radajid harnessed the power of those men with harsh eyes, allowing only the prospective man to join the group.

That is how Schmiral became the leader of the regiment and by the time about three years had passed, the number of members had also been ten and the number of luggage vehicles had been five.

This is the number Averall was aiming for in his lifetime.

It was at the age of 23 that Schmiral accomplished it.

(Really, it's a big guy named Schmiral. Averall would also be proud under Oriental God only)

But Radajid had one concern.

of Schmiral, in his personal life.

From what I heard from members living in the clan of Dj, Schmiral was talking about spending six months in his hometown in mining work all the time.

Of course the other members are encouraging mining work in their homeland. You can't live and play for less than six months, and you need an ex to do your next business.

But Schmiral says he spends almost everything in six months at the mining site. The "Silver Kettle" trade is going well, so I shouldn't have had to cut myself that far.

"Stick with me, I'm not imposing. I don't see anything else to exchange, so I was just thinking about getting a little more copper coins. '

Schmiral said so, apparently.

As for Radajid, it was an outrageous thought.

"I'm inviting Schmiral to my house, too. In fact, I could have invited you home a few times. But...... I don't know if that healed Schmiral's loneliness. Wouldn't Schmiral be caught up in such a sense of loneliness, even if he was invited as a guest to the extra house?

The members who live in the clan of Dj said so.

'Then Schmiral, why don't we find someone somewhere to give her a wedding? That way, your partner's family will be Schmiral's family.'

Even if Radajid objected as such, its members were shaking their heads beside each other.

"But Schmiral lost all his family to the disease. Even if I give you a wedding, it could be a repetition of the same thing again... I wonder if it creates the feeling '

"It was done only by Schmiral and others, such as hesitating to proceed for fear of the misfortune yet to be visited. Doesn't he have a decisive side by then?

'I don't know. It all depends on Schmiral's heart.'

Certainly even discussing such things in a place without Schmiral was inexplicable.

Radajid at the time had already been given a second child. No other family is unhappy, and thanks to the activities of the Silver Pot, life improves.

The happier he was, the more Radajid hurt his chest.

(Why should all Schmirals bear such misfortunes? Schmiral should have the right to be happier)

Having thought of it that way, Radajid decided one day to head out to the mining site of Ji's clan.

Stick, it is not forbidden for the people of Gi to work in the mining grounds of Ji's clan. It is just that no one tries to exchange it because there is no benefit in imitating it as such. The day before, when I stayed at my compatriots' house and spent half a day in the morning going out to the mining yard, the man who was receptionist was also going to get a lot more.

"I'm just taking a break from Jomtien. Join us this afternoon."

Said that way, Radajid went aboard the mining site.

A watchman stands in front of the pit as he continues down a road cut open to the rock. When I asked that human about the place to rest, and pointed my foot at you - from where I was going, I heard a lateral whistle.

It is a very pitiful tone.

It was such a tone that I couldn't stop feeling sad even though I wasn't traveling.

Thus, when we reached the square cut open as a resting place, it was Schmiral who was blowing the horizontal whistle.

Schmiral blows a lateral whistle in the corner of the square, and the men on break listen to the tone as they relax thoughtfully. The sound of the transverse whistle sounds so good that you don't even have to gather under the player.

Radajid, too, was often overheard by the tone.

It had been about seven years since I met Schmiral, but I never had the chance to hear the tone of the whistle.

Eventually, as Schmiral finished blowing one song, several men slapped their hands modestly. I guess it's forbidden to make noise in a resting place.

Radajid returned to me and decided to rush to Schmiral.

"Schmiral, you're a hiccup."

Schmiral, sitting up on one knee, looked up at Radajid as he opened his eyes to a bit of a decent feeling.

"Isn't it Radajid? What are you doing in a place like this?

'This is a mining site, so I've come to work. Then I came to see your face. "

Answering that way, Radajid lowered his back instead of Schmiral.

Schmiral still has a puzzling eye and sticks the transverse whistle into his waistband.

'I'm not sure. Did you even come all the way to Ji's clan mining site to see faces like mine?

'I thought you said it was time to look at your face. Come to me, is it annoying?

'I don't do annoying things, etc... but it might be embarrassing for me to be heard whistling sideways'

"Embarrassed? Why? '

"The whistle spills all sorts of emotions."

With that said, Schmiral narrowed his eyes slightly.

Indeed, it is such a trick as to be disgraceful.

'But I'm glad you came all the way to visit me. And if you've made me worry about Radajid, let's apologize'

"I wasn't sticking around, worried, etc..."

'Other than that, is there any other reason to visit me?... But don't worry, I'm fine. I am thinking of living strong until the minute of my family I have returned my soul sooner'

Thus Schmiral narrowed his eyes to a slightly different feeling than earlier.

Besides, I have a compatriot from the Pot of Silver. Only then can we say how happier we are than the rest of us. So, not to worry '

That being said, neither did Radajid say two words.

But maybe it was the right thing to do to visit from myself rather than invite Schmiral home - I could have thought of that.

Radajid is supported by the presence of Schmiral.

Just like that, I guess Schmiral is supporting Radajid's existence.

On top of that, there are limits to what you can do.

The role is also boring on Radajid so that Shmiral cannot replace Radajid's family. How Schmiral, who lost all his family, heals that loneliness - maybe Radajid could only watch it as a friend, as a companion, as an irreplaceable compatriot.

(My sister gave me a wedding a long time ago. Well, even if he doesn't, Schmiral's daughter-in-law is stuck with him...)

Still, one day, something will show up that Schmiral deserves a partner.

As for Radajid, I could only hope that day would come as soon as possible.

And...

The day came two years later.

It has been nine years since I met Shmiral, and it was when I came to my fourth business trip with a new blush.

Schmiral was 25 at the time and Radajid was 28.

The location is in the Inn Town of Genos, its outdoor area.

Schmiral was destined to fight his destiny in the land.

"... that girl, she was beautiful"

At first, Schmiral said it that way. It is about its way home, bored with a group of the people of the south in a rare stall called Giva cuisine.

It seemed like the only person who could hear Schmiral was himself, so Radajid said, "What is it? I asked him back."

"No. That girl, beautiful, I just thought"

"Who's that girl? Who would that be?

"... Giva food, stalls, my daughter"

To Radajid was one word that could not be accepted.

"That girl, meat, it's a lot. Beautiful, unworthy, I think."

"Really?," Schmiral opened his eyes.

It looks a lot more surprising.

"Meat, a lot...... I didn't notice. Sure, it could be."

"Bad people, I don't think. It's just beautiful, doesn't deserve it, I think."

"Yes.... but me, beautiful, I thought. Why, I don't know."

It was only a few days later that I found out why.

That is how Schmiral himself has insisted.

"I, that girl, look, voice, trick, beautiful, I think. Hence, the look, the beauty, the feeling, I think. Finally, I'm convinced."

"... I, am not convinced. Beautiful, words, wrong?

Shmiral shook his neck sideways in all likelihood, ear to ear at Radajid.

'The words are not wrong. Wouldn't a person with a beautiful interior look beautiful, too? Even if I had a thicker body than the people of the east, I felt that girl was beautiful.'

"... what is Schmiral getting at? Whether that girl is beautiful or ugly, it's not a big deal '

'No. I think it's very unwillingness to be told that she's ugly'

and Schmiral was the end of a frowning.

It is a rare story that Schmiral moves his expression so far. Even as Radajid, I can no longer throw it away.

What the hell do you mean? Didn't you have a love affair with an exotic people? Besides, she's not just an exotic people, she's a forest people known as barbarians, right?

"Love...... is this love?

"I don't know. As far as I'm concerned, I just hope not. '

But Radajid's wishes were never heard.

What Schmiral held in his daughter, Vina-Lou, a folk by the woods, was rarely love.

Schmiral was greatly distressed.

And the Radajids watching over it, too, were to share the affliction.

It was everyone's wish that Schmiral give a wedding and get a new family.

But when it becomes an exotic people, the story is different. Moreover, the opponent is a brave and famous forestside people. I didn't think the folks at the woods would forgive him for dowry to Sim or anything, or if Similar had a son-in-law, he wouldn't be able to work as a "silver pot". Neither could the Radajids, then, bless at will.

(But... should we still, nevertheless, celebrate? If Schmiral's loneliness is going to dissolve with that, should I send him away with pleasure?

After thinking that way, Radajid said (no!) and waved the first time alone.

(Schmiral loves traveling the world as a pedestrian more than anything else. I don't think Shmiral would abandon this life... and I don't think that abandoning it would make Shmiral happy)

So what the hell should we do? Radajid had no idea.

Thus, when the day was approaching to leave Genos, Schmiral finally made his decision.

"I think I'll wish for my son-in-law at Lew's house"

At night, in the large room of the Inn, Schmiral declared so.

The ten members are all face-to-face. There was no one to break his expression, but none should have been able to remain at peace.

"So you're going to transfer God to the West Kingdom and stop doing The Silver Pot?

It was the young man, the No. 1 newcomer, who inquired so.

Towards you, Schmiral shook his head 'No'.

"Of course, you will need to transfer God to enter your son-in-law. But I want to keep working in the Silver Pot.

"If you become a people of the west, you won't be able to keep doing business, will you? No, you're more of a forest folk than a west folk. They seemed to be more innocent people than we thought, but yet, I feel proud of the hunter's work. If Schmiral entered his son-in-law by the woods, wouldn't he be required to live as a hunter?

"While I stay by the woods, I do my job as a hunter, otherwise I wish to work as a member of The Silver Pot. I'm going to tell you that. '

With that said, Schmiral drowned his head deeply.

'Of course, it would be a great inconvenience for everyone, as it would be harder to make a deal with Mahydra if I became a people of the west. But I intend to find a way to replace it and do everything in my power to ensure that we get the same amount of wealth. Somehow, could you please take care of it?

Then an elderly man shouted, "Then..." Now that the rest of the crew had replaced him, he was the only one left in the Silver Kettle.

How about Schmiral create a new business association? If you are as talented as Schmiral, it might be difficult to gather powerful pedestrians in the West Kingdom '

Schmiral frowned very bitterly.

'If it was meant to be, it should be... but I don't want to lose the Silver Pot. Even if we transfer God to the Western gods, we are all irreplaceable compatriots.'

'That's right! If Schmiral is going to be gone, it makes no sense for me to join the Silver Kettle either!

All voiced dissatisfaction, headed by a young member of the team.

The older members narrow their eyes satisfactorily, 'Really?'.

'Then there is no other way to find a way for everyone on this scene to be convinced. … Deputy Commander How do you think Radajid?

'... um. You feel like you're having a nightmare.'

After taking one breath that way, Radajid overlapped the words.

"But there's no other way to find a way. We are destined compatriots. '

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Then, a long time passed - Schmiral finally decided to give her a wedding with Vina-Lou.

It's already been a year and four months since Schmiral first saw Vina-Lou. Six months of that had left Genos, so Schmiral was to do what he wanted the rest of the time.

(No way, really, if I make this story happen)

Schmiral had also made Forestside chief Donda-Lou acknowledge his continued activity as a "pot of silver". And even in Mahdra's business, they say they want to continue the deal. With all this impotence, Schmiral let him grasp the results as he hoped, without compromising anything.

(No, just one thing, Schmiral was to let go of the Captain's seat... but still, this kind of thing would never be imitated by anyone. Schmiral, which is why it took me so long to accomplish it)

Radajid was inside, so alone.

It is now a feast opened in Lilyn's house. I had just heard at noon today that Schmiral was recognized as his official family and given Mr. Lilyn, and that he was tied to Vina-Lou at the end of the day, and Radajid had yet to regain any sense of peace.

People enjoy cooking and fruit liquor as they are lit by a great deal of barbecue. The members of the "Silver Kettle", the families of Lilyn, and the people of Luu and Rutim and Ray, the blood of Lilyn, and the people of Fa - the number should have been about thirty at best, but it was busy enough to think that there might be about twice as many humans together.

This is a sign of the resilient vitality of the forest people.

As for Radajid, it was as comfortable as being held in the arms of the forest itself.

(Plus, Schmiral... No, Schmiral-Lilyn also got the power that the forest folks deserve)

Radajid gently stole a glimpse of Schmiral-Lilyn sitting on the same rug.

It is roughly the first time in ten months that Radajid has reunited with Schmiral-Lilyn. In those ten months or so, Schmiral-Lilyn had made an astonishing transformation.

On the outside, there wasn't that much change. Nor are they exude fierce vitality like the rest of the hunters. But Schmiral-Lilyn was clearly undergoing a major change.

The atmosphere is rather about more deposited than before. The gentle and soft atmosphere was intact, and it was furnished with a soft-rooted daiki style.

"... what's wrong, Radajid?

and Schmiral-Lillin, who was lowly exchanging words with his partner Vina Luu-Lilin, looked back at this one on the pretend.

"No. Changes in Schmiral-Lilyn, I was just quantifying. … hunters, gaze, you're sensitive"

"Radajid, are you kidding me?

Shmiral-Lilyn smiled as if to haunt her.

The smile is also much more natural than it was ten months ago. It was the kind of smile that Schmiral-Lilyn's fascinating personality represented as it was.

(No matter how different, Schmiral-Lilyn remains Schmiral-Lilyn. I guess that's normal...... what a difficult thing to do)

At that time, a little shadow rushed over.

"Your job, it's finally over!

Along with his energetic voice, he strangles Vina Luu-Lilin with wings from behind. It was Limi-Luu, the sister of Vina Luu-Lilin, followed by the other sisters approaching us.

"Good job Rimi, Raina, Lara... for Lilyn's house today, thank you very much..."

"What are you talking about? Lew and Lilyn are of blood, and these people are brothers of Schmiral-Lilyn!

Lara-Luu, with her bright red hair tied by the ceiling of her head, laughs at the Radajids as well. Vina Luu-Lilin's sisters were felt to possess a strong vitality, bright temperament and a clean soul.

Schmiral-Lilyn smiles calmly and looks around at those sisters.

"Good job, Raina-Lou, Lara-Lou, Limi-Lou. Did you all have feast dishes and mouths?

"The Rudds brought it to me, so it's a little bit! But I'm still hungry!

"So, Vina Lew, along with, Kamado, how about a tour?

"What? But Sister Vina has to deal with a guest, right?

"Role, enough, fulfilled. Besides, I want Radajids, different people, words, exchanges, I think. It's about time."

I guess these sisters are caring about that mood because they are going to live away from Vina Luu-Lilin. That's what Schmiral-Lilyn was about.

Vina Luu-Lilin looks at such a companion with love and then stands up "Yes......"

"Then I'm going to take a tour of Kamado... and I want to say hello to the other guests..."

"Yes. See you soon."

Four daughters, leaving the rug.

I'm dropping it off. In addition, an indelible urge ran through Radajid's chest.

"I, Vina Luu-Lilin, wanted to tell you, I remember. Excuse me a lot."

Leaving the Schmiral-Lilyn guys on the spot, who look a little surprised, Radajid followed the Vina Luu-Lylin guys.

"Vina Ruu-Lilin, often, may I?

Vina Luu-Lilin looks back at Radajid with a soft grin as she watches her sisters receiving the dish at Kamado.

"Oh, I wonder what's wrong... can I help you with something...?

"Yes, just one thing, I wanted to tell you, I thought,"

The joy of being reunited with Schmiral-Lilyn, the enthusiasm of the feast, the liquor of the fruit liquor - and all sorts of things - must have daunted Radajid. Radajid was to keep his mouth shut of the words that had risen from his chest.

"Schmiral-Lilyn," The Silver Pot, "I loved you. Once the captain of the regiment, his father, from the heart, I loved him. And, Father, inherit the trail, Captain, what you were following, pride, you should have thought. But Schmiral-Lilyn, you, the wedding, to give, the captain's seat, you threw it away."

Vina Ruu-Lilin remained on the same face, listening to Radajid's words.

Radajid makes the words overlap even more.

"I mean, Schmiral-Lilyn, that's all, about you, I love you. You, you were destiny's opponent. You, Schmiral-Lilyn, what we met, me, bless. Eternal happiness, heartfelt prayer."

"Thanks... you came all this way to tell me that..."

"Yes. Without telling, I couldn't stay"

Vina Ruu-Lilin narrowed her eyes and smiled even softer.

He smiles when he is a goddess, full of charity.

"Thank you so much... although I am the one that Schmiral has begun to see... I feel just as strong now and I am going to love Schmiral... although I may not be able to compare myself to Schmiral who has abandoned the seat of an important regimental leader..."

"No, that's not true. Me, you, what you believe, you can."

For the first time, Radajid felt beautiful about Vina Ruu-Lilin.

I was finally able to understand with all my heart the expression, the voice and the words of Schmiral-Lilyn, who said the trick was beautiful.

Vina Ruu-Lilin was such a clean, affectionate, and full of burning life.

"Schmiral-Lilyn, six months from now, be sure, you're safe, you're back. I promise. Please, Schmiral-Lilyn, trust me, wait. … and you, too, remain magnificent, Schmiral-Lilyn, welcome"

"Yes, of course. Wow... let me wish you and Shmiral well by the woods every day..."

"Yes, thank you"

Radajid deeply thanked him and finally burned Vina Ruu-Lilin's smile in his eyes before deciding to return the blemishes.

In the rug, the Schmiral-Lillins are also trying to take their seats. Seemed like he was trying to tour other rugs and kamadu apart from the Vina Ruu-Lilin's.

"Radajid, what's wrong? Vina Lew, what was your business?

Asked by Schmiral-Lilyn, Radajid nodded yes.

"Schmiral-Lilyn, I've told you how much, Vina Ruu-Lylin, I love you,"

"Radajid, are you making fun of me again?

After saying so, Schmiral-Lilyn opened his eyes slightly.

"No...... light mouth, isn't it?

"Yes. Light mouth, no"

When Radajid answered that way, Schmiral-Lilyn shyly lowered his mouth.

"Well, then, extra, embarrassing"

Schmiral-Lilyn's black eyes glistened like a simple boy.

It was as if the first time I met Radajid I looked at him.

Radajid's eyeballs turned hot on his lid and looked up to the dark sky to reveal it.

(Schmiral-Lilyn should have been tasted another lifetime of misfortune and suffering. Please, until then, happy ending… O Western God, O Oriental God, Fate God Misa… Light up the end of Schmiral-Lilyn)

The sky depicts various star charts.

An astrologer wouldn't have read that meaning to Radajid, but now it's time to believe in the bright end of Schmiral-Lilyn.