Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

As Anemone slipped back onto the couch in the office and inventory (backyard), she began to line the table with wooden bowls and mugs. They are dishes dedicated to anemones. When she visited the store, she promised to behave as a biscuit for the 'Land Dragon Looking Up at the Sun' pavilion before bringing it in.

"What's today's taste?

"Yeah, a couple of classic flavors and two new ones. The one with the chocolate on one side and the one with the pumpkin mixed in."

Fujiwara responds, searching for a paper bag to bring.

Something I bought in at the "Soil Dragon Looking Up at the Sun" pavilion, which contained Anemone's favorite - biscuits. Because Freiber changes the mood of the store owner, it's a product that allows you to enjoy different flavors every time.

Tilt the bag and spill the contents roughly into a wooden bowl placed in front of her.

I pay attention to how Anemone looks at it with a satisfied face.

It looked like a dog being fed for a moment, but of course, I wouldn't put it into words if my mouth were torn.

"Hehe hehe"

When she holds the served bowl, she begins to scratch around nagging. They prescribe which ones to start with. She usually had a lot of muffled faces, but all this time she seemed happy.

"Oh. Speaking of which," I forgot the key thing.

"What?

"Excuse me. I cut the beans at the" Soil Dragon Looking Up at the Sun "pavilion, and I only got a little coffee."

"Hmm?"

"So I can no longer make cafe ole"

"Then you don't have to make coffee, so make me a cafe."

"No, no, no. You can't make coffee without making it, can you?" I rush into Anemone's irrational demands.

"Hmm. Can't you eat a biscuit without that?"

Anemone frowns neatly. I didn't dare mention what she was eating by removing it from the bowl she held in.

But it is also harsh to say that only dried food is served and drinks are not served.

I wish I had tea at least, but unfortunately I don't have anything as good as that in this store, and all I have is drugs or liquor exclusively.

Fujiwara thinks while checking what's close to her.

"Yeah...... hmm. Can I get you warmed goat's milk or something?" and make a conflicting suggestion.

"I don't hate hot milk."

"I'm in awe"

Fujiwara decided to prepare quickly.

When you are sure that there is still enough sheep's milk in the leather bag, transfer it to a small pan and warm it up using an oil lamp. The truth is that there is a coal furnace for cooking, but I rarely use it because it is bothersome to set the fire on purpose. Where it sprang gently, it drowns in a mug.

To eliminate the unique blemishes of sheep's milk, I decided to pull the sugar (rum) liquor out of my master's collection and add only a small amount to flavor it. Of course, add more sugar to match the sweetheart's anemone tongue.

"Give it a try" I didn't know if it was done well, so I'll give it a taste for now.

"Mmm."

When Anemone receives the mug, she sighs and carries it to her cold mouth.

"... yeah. Delicious."

"That's good."

It's not a big job, but I wouldn't be happy if they told me it was delicious.

Above all, Fujiwara was satisfied because he could not hesitate to occupy the only remaining coffee.

I didn't have to ask myself what I was doing to treat them, prepare drinks, or fulfill them, but I would leave them in a crate on the inventory shelf for the first time.

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"... Hmm"

Fujiwara, who was the store's number at the counter, cuts the stretch and makes a big stretch.

It's dark outside the window. I think it's been a long time since the sun went down, and it's probably time to close.

After all, only a few visitors visited the store since then.

Just those who were able to chill and those who bought a few magic drugs.

Then some had requested an appraisal, but the item that I had brought back from the dungeon was crude without having to see it.

Because of the Hundred Nights, more and more Seekers were diving only to the shallow waters of the dungeon and full of soggy items to get. Thanks to this, people seem to be getting lost in the streets without their lives standing.

I hear there have been more burglaries and boring fights these days.

Thinking about the future makes me very anxious, so I think I want it resolved quickly.

"... speaking of which, you forgot about her"

It's strangely quiet, but how is it going?

Until earlier, there was a noise from the office stock store (backyard), eagling the biscuits and bobbling around, but now it's gone.

……

I glanced softly, and Anemone was lying on the couch, her eyelids closed, slowly raising and lowering her chest. Looks like she's asleep.

I remember how pretty tired I was at the time of my visit here.

She can't stand guard during the camp in the dungeon without company. I could barely sleep properly. This exploration must have been pretty harsh too.

"... brother" I hear that kind of whining.

Sounds like a bedtime speech. Do you have brothers?

It is clear that anemones have been stretching lately.

Nearly three months have passed since then, but we are still unable to reach the lower level than the thirteenth floor. Instead, the degree of injury and equipment consumption was gradually increasing.

Every time he showed up in the store, he suffered injuries, poisons, paralysis, curses and other state abnormalities, and he also damaged parts of his armor. I didn't know what she was looking for, but I didn't want her to be too impotent.

Fujiwara gently retrieves the bowl of biscuits she held and hangs the blanket she brought instead. Then after eating the biscuits and properly finishing the closing job and adding the coffee, I got on the counter again.

"... Well"

When Fujiwara rang his neck and fingertip joints, he decided to clean up the rest of his job.

There are still untested items that Anemone has brought back from the dungeon, like mountains.

You must be wanting to pick up something that might be worth it this time, because it's about her good arm.

I was looking forward to the appraisal work.

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"Then let's sell everything we've got"

"I'm in awe"

"So you can really pay off your debts, huh?

"Yeah, of course. We will destroy this statement."

Anemone's debt, initially thought to take about six months, will now be paid off. I finished returning it in less than a few months.

The item that Anemone brought back this time had two items of grant tools, which made the assessment quite expensive.

"You're making money from now on."

"No, you can't say that either. It was time to focus on the offense."

"Really?

"Maybe we won't have a face for a while," Annemone laughs as she wears the armor she was taking off.

"I miss that"

"You don't even think about it, do you?

"That's not true. If you don't pay me for my treatment, I'll miss you."

To Fujiwara's joke, Anemone seldom gives his tongue full of strength.

Then she wore a helmet.

Fujiwara doesn't know why she dives into the dungeon.

Not for money or fame. Unlike the others, they were different in colour and were certain to have something more like a sense of mission or obsession.

"Mr. Anemone... how far are you going to go?

It was always a fuzzy huddle that I didn't think I should do extra prying on my guests, but I asked.

"The fourteenth basement. That's where I need you."

"That's... reckless"

Or a long time ago, if it was her strength, it might have come true.

But now it's a place where even powerful parties don't go anymore. Since the "Expedition", there has only been enough to count the people who have followed them, and what is more, there is still nothing that has gone further.

There are two reasons.

One is because of Pandemonium. There is now a phenomenon in the dungeon where everything goes undead after death. The dungeon was overflowing with undead because of it, making it difficult in itself to move on.

The other is on the fourteenth basement floor, because of the horrible things that await. It was once called the Expeditionary Army, and hundreds of elites went on a dungeon offensive. But now they have turned the living and the living into an army of the dead that wipes out the living. It was no longer a dangerous area where stepping foot in itself was an act of suicide.

I didn't know what would make her do that.

If you just want to go any further, no, you shouldn't stay like this in order to continue to survive.

"At least."

"Hmm?"

"We should at least make friends. There are many explorers dull in the tavern. People will get together as soon as they have a track record like you."

……

"If it's a good idea, I'll introduce you to someone I know. I'm sure you'll be happy to welcome me into your company.

Ru - "

"I'm sorry, but I won't"

Anemone said that to block the words. He smiled like a troubled man, but his voice had stubborn strength.

She will destroy herself in the not so distant future.

Perhaps my senses were paralyzed somewhere because of the fast-track of solo treading so far. However, it should be surprising that we have been able to continue to survive for a long time.

She can't be unaware of that herself.

Even now we are struggling, so moving on will make the situation even tougher.

No matter how powerful the protection you have. No matter how hard the armor is equipped.

Diving into a dungeon by yourself is a reckless act.

But Fujiwara did not continue to speak any more.

Because no matter how much I bake you, no matter how much I persuade you, it doesn't make sense.

Because unless she changes her mind and wants it, she can't make something called a buddy.

"I've bothered you so far"

Keep your head down, Anemone, I'm coming to thank you. It was unusual for her to adopt such an attitude, which should always be magnificent.

That sounded like a goodbye greeting.

That's why Fujiwara replies, "Please come back" as usual.

Then I prayed for her safety as I dropped off the back of a lonely seeker trying to leave the store.

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"Golden Sewing Needle (Unmarked)"

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"Kill me with one thought, whether or not I should be as stoned as this and suffer forever," the frog pleaded wholeheartedly. "... OK," my daughter, who was weeping for pity, finally said so, stabbing her only friend in the throat with a sewing needle, the mother's shape. What if... '

Amarillis' Amadori, a fairy tale about a mouthless daughter who lost her parents and saves a rainbow frog, is supposedly the starting point for this item.

Poke it, Chikuri. It is a state restoration system granting tool that can release petrification, although it can be slightly damaging.

As can be seen from the description of the magic circuit, the users of this product are limited to the Forest Believers (Druids). Nor does it ever require less magic to treat, but you can expect it to be more effective than relying on consumables such as magic drugs.

Much of what exists is shaped more like a small fine sword than a needle because the entire length is from the child's fingertip to the elbow and the crowned frog design is attached to the gripping area.

Again, many of them go against the name, the material was just plated in steel, or no needle holes existed. Therefore, the maker of this, a good old magician, is suspected of having "never read the original script" or "not being a stingy family" or "not having any experience in sewing".

In fact, a real (...) 'golden sewing needle' seems to have also existed, the same thing that appears in fairy tales. Using it, by the way, they had a very powerful effect, such as being able to cure the pandemic rather than petrify it, and even return the rock-automated doll (stone golem) to the sand with a single poke.

Why the past shape, they say that you are a genuine "gold" "sewing needle," as long as it is lost because it only looks like a small, just a sewing needle, and you don't know where it is. Maybe you guys should check it out, as it may be swamped into a sewing box at your home.

... Thinking about it, maybe that's why the other needles aren't exactly the specification they were named for.