My job is to investigate other worlds!　~ A dull ex-salesman, but easily liked by girls of different

I finally decided to take the deal.

"I'll do you a favor. But first, as a parent, you'll need to make sure my daughter has the last word.

If we don't speak at the end, those left behind will be left with regrets and anguish.

'Thank you, and I'll pass on my will. When I'm done, I'll have Midia call you to me.

As you can imagine, I'm not so tactful as to overhear the conversation between father and son. We'll get the blood stamp done and move out of sight and sound.

It's hard to be an adult in this world, but to be a 16-year-old and have no one to look after you, it's pretty tough, isn't it?　And yet, leaving them behind is what a bastard (●●●●●●) does.

"Ryota, I'm sorry.

That's normal. I couldn't make a decision either, and in the end I asked my aunt, a relative, to help me out.

'Never mind that Mr. Simon has made a deal with you. It's my job.

I don't want to, and I want to say no. Still, I can't say no. As long as I'm involved, it's my role as an elder to protect her heart.

I'm going to side with *Simon.

After all this time, do you have any more to say?　The courses we can offer you today are saber or finger-pointing. Which would you prefer?

It's going to be hard, so I'll at least try to clown around.

I'll be able to choose a course and everyone will take care of me. I'm going to choose a course that includes finger-pointing and then cremation.

I'm pulling you in. I just want to get this over with.

Calling all the people in the village.

'Everyone, listen up. What you're about to do, Ryota, is an act of mercy among soldiers and mercenaries, an act of mercy, a good deed that will save your helpless comrades from suffering. I'm not a murderer by any means. Thanks to the end, everyone, then!

I feel like the funeral started while I was still alive. It's so novel.

* To the side again

'Mr. Simon. I don't know much about it, so where would you find it easiest?

Simon gently guides the muzzle of the gun to his brow and closes his eyes in peace.

And I.....

I opened my eyes firmly and pulled the trigger, intending to burn it into my memory.

★ Ease up and then move away a bit.

How many people did I kill today?

There are people on earth who say that life is light in poor countries. Maybe that's not true, but I thought that this world is light too.

After all, there is a big difference between playing games and fighting in real life, and I always failed. If this is the case, the hard work is just a responsibility.......

I take Goddess's tranquilizer, which makes it a little less painful. Half of this potion is made of Goddess's kindness ... I feel like it's made of Goddess's kindness.

Downwind from the village a bit farther.

With the chief's permission, I started to prepare for the cremation, using the scrap wood from the destroyed house. In Japan, cremation is commonplace, but I never thought I'd be able to do it by myself.

Thank you, Ryota. Do you want me to help you get some wood?

Not letting them do anything makes it even harder for Midia.

'If you have any mementos before that, collect them. Also, I'll bury him with anything he doesn't want to have. Should I add flowers to it as well?　It's a Japanese custom, so if it's different from the way we do things here, you'll have to adapt to your way.

Cremation is rare, but otherwise we're all the same. Isn't it funny how we are all the way across the world?

According to Midia, Simon's wife, Artie, was involved in the war between the free cities and fought to the end in the turret, but was about to be burned to death in a fire attack.

[Just like my mother], the words spilled out of Midia. Simon-san went to save her, but he couldn't get there in time, and it was apparently a long day of regret.

Simon's bastard.

It's not true!

Burning to death is not...

It's the same cremation (●●) as my wife....

Midia retrieves her bow and machete and gets the ring from the house. Then she cleans Mr. Simon up, gets him dressed, and shaves his hair and beard.

The back of your head is struggling.

I'm sorry, my dear.

"You haven't seen your wife in a while, you might want to give her some flowers. It's kind of dark out here. Can you gather them?

That's good!　My dad regretted my mom sometimes, so he'd be much happier than if he didn't have a bouquet of flowers!

You're very lucky, Mr. Simon. My daughter said she'll let you hold the flowers.　It's not cool to reunite with your wife empty handed... but you left your daughter alone. You should be pissed at your wife for being gutted and sorry for that, right?

It's hard to tell the color in the night, isn't it?　I'll graze you with Maglite. And the smell of roasting a human being.........................and something to disguise it.

The chief offered to provide anything that could be fooled. Then Midia ran off to gather some flowers that her mother seemed to like.

It takes quite a bit of fuel and ingenuity to cremate a wildfire. It takes quite a bit of time and firepower to make a beautiful bone. So I gather as much scrap wood from the broken house as I can.

* Almost ready to finish.

I'm glad to see that my mother's favorite flower is blooming. I know they're wildflowers, but aren't they beautiful?

Gently, he let Simon hold the bouquet. The unnamed flowers resembled hazelnut and hazelnut. It's a wild flower, but it's nicely put together and magnificent enough.

I'm a flower like that dandelion. Probably the chrysanthemum family, no problem. Parents who pass away early, leaving their families behind. I'm sorry, but I don't like parents like that.

People from the village also came to offer flowers at the drop of a hat.

Every time they came, Midea thanked them. Being a pallbearer at a funeral is not something a child should do. But she is the only family member.

We have no choice but to let them do their best.

★ All the goodbyes of the people of the village are over.

It would be a shame to expose them for so long, so let's get started, shall we?

The smell of deceptive hay is squeezed between the timbers and set on fire.

"I wish you and your mother well I'm going to live happily ever after.

I'd like to say something nice to him, but I can't, so I say a silent prayer.

It takes quite a while to burn up. After that, the Japanese way is to collect the bones in a jar and bury them in a grave, is that OK with you?　I'll leave it to you to decide where she's buried.

'Yes, I think that would be a good idea. The grave is easy to keep an eye on the forest, and there's a rock that we always used to use to keep an eye on the demons. If we bury him near there, I think your father will feel safer.

Well, we've got a long way to go, so why don't you go to bed, Midia?　I'll take a break later too.

Hearing words of thanks from Midia, he sent her back near the house.

A short while later, the window flower drone that had the bandit tracked down came back.