Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"Have you ever left anything behind? Have you forgotten anything?

Early in the morning, in front of Lorraine's home, Lorraine says something like her mother.

I remember cleaning up in the last few days, delivering Dragon Blood Flowers to Laura, and giving Lina a a message.

All well done...... I think.

Probably.

The problem with forgetfulness is that you forget about the forgetfulness itself... I can't help but worry that there might have been something I can't even remember trying to remember.

but I decided to give up that it would be a big deal to forget.

"... well, don't you? Whatever happens, I'll think about it when I get back."

Lorraine looked at me like a typical forget-minded guy.

"I just want to say make an effort to remember... but it doesn't mean you're never coming back. You'll be fine. Then let's go."

That's what I said, open the door.

We're going on a journey.

To my hometown, the village of Hathaler.

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Multo is a so-so city of a magnitude that can be described as a city, even though it is a peripheral city.

Of course, it naturally falls many steps compared to the Wang Capital, etc., but it is definitely a big city in quite a few people's commutes.

Naturally, many carriages stop at carriage stops near the gates of the city malt, and their lords and thinkers call in with their voices raised.

It was a lively and lively sight.

Much of it goes from this neighborhood to the western city, and there are quite a few who try to catch a carriage, and wage negotiations, for example, are taking place intensely.

In the meantime, me and Lorraine head to a badly quiet compartment that doesn't seem to have anything to do with such vibrancy.

It's pretty much up to each compartment of the stop, so you don't have to look that far.

I speak up because I make it easier to understand for humans who don't usually live in Malt.

"... this is it"

Lorraine stopped in front of one carriage and asked me.

I nodded,

"Oh...... but don't get anxious whenever you see it, this. Can you get to Hathhaler properly..."

No, I've actually ridden many times, and I get there, but I still get anxious just to see it.

Because that carriage is a big turtle, not a horse, the animal pulling the carriage.

The name "carriage" is typically given only because it is the horse that pulls the carriage, and there are many other animals that pull it.

Of course, there are still usually a lot of horses, but there are not many sorts of uses depending on the path and the speed at which they go.

The next most common horse is an animal that falls within the family of a subdragon, very similar in shape to a horse called a dragon horse, faster than a horse, more physically fit, and better used not to fear demons.

However, because you can't match as many horses as you can, and because you need skill and strength to be stronger than a horse, you can't go all the way to a dragon horse, so fast as a carriage is using this.

The price is also commensurately high, and I would have just said it's for nobles and knights rather than ordinary people?

In contrast, pulling the carriage we are about to ride now, as it is called the Great Turtle, is a giant turtle, with horsepower than a horse, but feet are slower animals than horses.

However, it is often used for dangerous roads and carriages that tend to climb mountains, as it is very durable instead of slow feet and caged in its huge armor even when attacked by demons.

The path that leads to the village of Hathaler is naturally less well maintained than the one to the west with the city, and the great tortoise is more suitable because of the severe gradient.

It's just... I don't care what you think. It's just a big turtle.

I feel like I can't get to my hometown after a hundred years of this.

As a matter of fact, even if you say your legs are slow, they are animals enough to be used in carriages.

Slightly slower than a horse, about enough speed to get it out.

My legs are also longer than regular turtles and a bit in interesting shape.

"Is it always well followed? Wouldn't you be relieved... that you were... oh, there you are."

Lorraine, who was searching for where his lord was, nodded and said so, finding one old man.

Unlike those who had raised their voices in such a vibrant compartment as earlier, the old man leaned blurry against the carriage carriage carriage as he smoked the pipe.

I can't see motivation.

but I know how that feels.

We don't have to call in more people heading east than this neighboring city.

The number is small, and the facial rash is mostly determined, so it's just a waste of effort to call in.

"Old man, I want you to give me a ride to Hutthaler, but what's the price?

When Lorraine asked, the old man looked up and

"... five silver coins. I'll serve lunch, but otherwise I'll stop on my way. Eat on your own in the lodging town. I'll be there when the numbers are up, so stay on the carrier or wait around."

I said.

Five pieces of silver coins are difficult to find high or low, but Hutthaler is almost the end of the line.

Given that it will take about a week, it would be cheaper if lunch was included.

Carriages heading west are cheaper, but that's because the streets are well maintained and there are a lot of people riding.

The countryside was inconvenient even here.

Sometimes that's why I didn't do much homecoming either.

Because I don't have any money, I walk home because I'm tough on boulders...

"Then it's a piece of gold for both of us. I asked for it."

That said, Lorraine just pays.

I also took five silver coins out of my nostalgia and tried to give them to Lorraine,

"Pay me back. I can't help but get more change."

I've been told.

Behavior... you're more manly than I am.

Am I just being feminine? I'm sorry, but like I was told, can I pay for the trip home?

And then I'll give it back to you for dinner in Inomachi or something.

Because what's so fun about traveling is that you can eat delicacies or something that can only be eaten in that place.

It's mostly a common country dish or something, but sometimes it comes up with something very rare, even though people who live there don't think it's a big deal.

I wonder if it's the eggs of the Great Winter Frog or the fried roaches (Curtis Mant) from the murder of a child......

They were both delicious, but I remember the first bite was horrible because it looked that way.

Along the way, we'll still be serving them in a stopping accommodation town, so let's give Lorraine a try too.

"Well, wait a while. Looking forward to your departure."

That's what Lorraine said, so I snort, too.

"Oh. I'm looking forward to it."

What does Lorraine say about cooking rarely?

That may just be a little mean.

I don't know, Lorraine's an urban guy, so I guess it's tough.

Imagining things, we waited for people to get together.