Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"One, with...?

I guess the carriage kept running all day in the morning and I felt it parked on my body.

That's what Jinlin asked me.

The face I ask was blue and seemed pretty spicy.

It's not like I'm sick.

I mean, you're motion sickness.

You were the only one messed up, but there's a weakness in the unexpected, people.

By contrast, I was perfectly fine.

I still do, but I'm not drunk at all that I read the book while riding in the carriage.

It's strange, even though the opposite is more natural in character.

"... I got it. Jinlin. Are you okay? Don't push it, you can throw up."

When I say that, Jinlin keeps his mouth shut, but

"Well, I'd like to go outside and get some air for now..."

I said, so I asked Pravda's grandmother if I could come down.

Then Grandma,

"Oh man. Jinlin's father did when he was little too...... fine. Go outside. It's just that we're loading and unloading, so don't go too far."

That's what I said.

Anyway, it doesn't feel like I can even try to get somewhere with Jinlin's condition right now.

I guess I wasn't so worried.

He just gave me light attention.

When I got off the carriage, it was a loading and unloading yard at some chamber of commerce.

I don't have many other carriages because of the late hour.

Besides, I don't know why it's just a country town, so there aren't so many people selling their luggage here.

Either that or it was a small loading and unloading yard for the merchants purchasing it here.

It's just that anything from Hutthaler can be bought off pretty expensive wherever you go.

My father also traveled and lived when he was young, so I knew how to price the area, so I guess I could buy and sell at the right price.

If not, it's all the way to the city... because it's more profitable to come to the malt and sell it.

However, if you do that, the danger of bandits and demons jumps, so long and short.

Maybe it was honest that in purchasing the monetary income and necessities needed by villages to the extent of Hutthaler, it was not necessary to do so much.

"... ugh, disgusting..."

Even when I got out of the carriage, Jinlin still said that.

So, the loading and unloading yard was in a place with a roof, and that felt somewhat unfettered, so I figured I should just stay a little bit more open.

"Jinlin, let's go this way"

That's what I said, just a little bit, pulled Jinlin in a remote position.

Of course, I didn't forget what Pravda's grandmother said.

I'm not that far apart.

At least I could see the carriage.

Jinlin went out into a slightly open place and seemed to finally get comfortable.

As I repeated my deep breath over and over again, my drunkenness also subsided slightly.

"... ha. I think I can handle it..."

"That's good to hear. So it's time to go back?

And when I said, Jinlin looked disgruntled,

"I just came to the next town, so I'd like to take a look and walk! Lent, let's go."

That's what I said, pulled my hand, and started running.

As far as I'm concerned, I had Pravda's advice firmly on my mind.

"No, you can't! Grandma Pravda said you shouldn't go far..."

"It's okay. Leave Baba alone like that. It's always just a bunch of novels, and sometimes you just have to worry."

That's what Jinlin said. It was like he didn't fit in.

Of course, the dialogue she said would not have been serious.

The look on his face seemed more disturbing than angry, and he felt like he was shaking rather than hating.

Jinlin was the only daughter of the village chief and his wife, and they were all in a position to have to carry the village.

So now I think he must have been raised pretty harshly.

I don't know how she compares to me, but she was five years old, but she could do a lot of things.

I wore reading and writing calculations to some extent, albeit preliminary, and you remember everything from making about village specialties to the house you're making?

I guess I was educating you in brilliance.

Because it was such an environment, I guess there was quite a few parts of me and my surrounding kids who thought it would be nice to see her walk around the area quite freely while she was studying.

So every once in a while, when I went out to play, I was just screwing up.

I was only a five-year-old at the time, so I didn't think that much detail, but there was something like Jinlin's Goto that I had somehow felt, so while I told Jinlin I couldn't, you couldn't say no completely.

So, in the end, I ended up in town, pulled by Jinlin.

I don't think it's a good idea right now.

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"Your personality isn't what it is now, but somehow you're caught up in it and it doesn't look like much has changed in your physique, does it?

Lorraine tells me that.

I think so, too.

"I wasn't particularly proactive at the time. It could have been extra because it was passive and a pull-in idea. Now I'm kind of going to stick my neck in myself."

Whether it was a recent disaster, an encounter with "The Dragon," or an encounter with Niv Maris, it might not have happened without strange interest.

... because of my bad luck, I don't even feel that way after another disaster.

That's what Lorraine told me.

"Ma, it's inevitable to go further into danger than doing adventurers... That's what I have to do."

I encourage you to say so.

Sure, that's the truth.

I've known from the beginning that being an adventurer is dangerous.

I don't like to be in danger, because it's wrong to be in the first place.

Of course, you should still get to work with caution in order to survive, but the attention you need is, well, I intend to have paid.

Some say that if you die from it, that's what you can't do.

That's an instant way of life.

That's why they treat you like a rough guy.

"Right...... It's just that at the time, I wasn't an adventurer. You should have stopped talking about Jinlin."

I'll keep talking.