My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"- You're fine, Ayle. This farewell."

And, Sash offered the vial.

It looks familiar.

This is a good seasoning if you sprinkle it on meat. It's the one that gets spicy.

It's a bit unusual and pricey, and he said, "I think it's the most expensive thing I've got in my possession," looking at it while eating meat and taking care of it for the rest of my life without using it.

"I smell a little suspicious and weird about the expiration date, but the taste was fine"

What do you care? Sash seems like the type of person who cripples food while wasting a little more expensive stuff and not being able to eat. I know a little about that feeling. I broke it a few times, too, and my sister ate it too, and the regrets around it started eating my favorites first.

Still, this seasoning. I hope I got it...

You might break your stomach if you eat it, but, um, it's an important seasoning and... um... let's put it on hold whether we throw it away or use it. Maybe we should put the fire through.

- You're a master. This is not a goodbye from us. "

And, Florentine offered a wood-carved statue.

It looks familiar.

This is a cute evil statue that is finally complete. Definitely a statue of the Evil God. It is so complete and evil that it cannot be attached (tentatively) anymore.

"We'll wait for you to return, meat man."

Don't call me a meat man.

I don't need another statue of the Evil God... no, let's keep it on the road to feed. Because I just think this is something that shouldn't be in this world. Oh, I don't want to touch it. Throw it in your luggage bag at once.

"- There you go. From me, take this."

And Celier took off the pendant he had hung around his neck and hung it around my neck.

It looks familiar.

Looks like I just threw a leather string through a crude wooden bill, but on a rainy day the other day, it's a celier amulet you showed me when I was listening to magic.

Cellier said it was the first carriage accident we met and it was because of this that we had a minor illness.

"I'll just lend it to you. Give it back."

Behind the tree billboard is the magic formation that she first drew as a child.

Father...... he said it was a memorable item made with Wise Leavant. Sometimes they breathe magic into it to sustain the effect.

Although it's weak, it's a magic formation that prevents attacks from foreign enemies.

Maybe that's why her story about not getting hurt badly in a carriage accident isn't wrong, either, because of this.

Anyway, I heard Celier was thrown out of the carriage in that accident. Right? Otherwise it wouldn't be the undercarriage, would it? I thought you had a mild illness once again.

Receive seasonings with dubious expiration dates, statues of evil gods you really don't want to carry, and amulets sorted.

"Then you're coming."

I received a very subtle farewell, whether or not I had a heart, and I followed the assassin's village.

It was last night that things moved a lot.

"... ugh"

I finally got up from the bath I could after the hard work and just wore my underwear in the dressing room and came out on the table.

It's a bit of hot water, and the night breeze feels good on the boiled body.

The bath is still good.

Glad I made it.

I'm going to put it in every day - wiping my head and looking up at the sky somehow,

"Ayle."

Someone called out.

There were no signs. There were no footsteps either.

I was seriously quite surprised, but I might have been flat by my side. Because that's what I've been training for. Because they taught me scattered that losing my normal mind on the hunting grounds would involve my life.

"The old man of your lord?

If you think of someone, it is a familiar face. I don't know his name. Though it looks like a normal villager with no distinctive features.

But this guy, too, must be an assassin.

"We need to talk. Come to my house when you're dressed."

Just sayin ', the old man's gone without even hearing my reply. Again, there were no footsteps, and even "glasses" that were supposed to look clear at night couldn't follow the old man's back.

If this is the word around Sash, I'd also think about soaking it up, but I'm sure this is an important business.

Or if I soak it up, it's going to come to my room in the middle of the night. It's no joke that such a bad old man would sneak up on me. Life expectancy shrinks.

You should obey the adults here.

"I got a cat on me."

For some reason, that giant cat, often near the dorm, followed me on the move.

"Don't worry about him."

When your old man invited me and my cat into the house, he closed the door.

"Let's hear it once. I was going to ask, is this a cat after all? It's not a cat, is it?

Or it can't be a cat, can it? You don't fit the cat standard. The size.

The old man answered flatly.

"It's a monster called the Desert Leopard (Sandwalk)."

It is a fact of shock.

I didn't know the creature you thought was a cat was a demon.

... No, isn't it? Calm down, it's definitely not a cat, it's just a dangerous carnivore. From the looks of it, yes. Instead, why could I say yes to cats? It's weirder that way.

"Those in the village are under contract and in service. People don't attack if you don't make them so angry."

Contract and service. Hmm. Is that what some things are like? I mean, I knew you had a home. Don't get into this. Live that way.

Well, the cat... not the desert leopard, fell asleep around it without interest. Sleep well. You look like a cat. Though it was clear that it wasn't a cat.

"Instead, why do you call me a cat? I don't care what you think. It's not a cat."

I want you to tell the women that. I didn't think I was a cat. They're just holding on.

I arrived at the table as recommended, and an old man sat across the street.

"Ayle, you get out of the village."

It was notified to go straight in.