Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... That's a good poem."

Sitting down with that said, the man on that table looked at me with a slightly surprised face.

... it's Diego.

"... hey, is it good over there?

Diego turns his gaze on the table just a little further away.

There was the Capitan, and the Needs and the Mazrac, and they were juggling the liquor for fun.

I'm done talking about my work from tomorrow and I'm purely drinking.

Even so, I guess the Capitans have heard a lot of subtlety from the needs.

for tomorrow.

In addition to his human strength, he also needs to know his personality for training.

People who deviate from touching the stories of the past as much as they can... no matter how much booze I or someone like Diego gets in, I wouldn't talk about the old days if I didn't care, but the needs are a little simpler.

The more drunk you get, the more you'll be gunning about your information.

I guess it's Capitan to pull it out...... I'm just doing hunting heads in Hathaler and treating a type of rough guy like his hands are faster than his mouth is a very good guy.

No one is more admired by those people than he is in Hathhaler.

Needs, too, will fall into the hands of the Capitans, sooner or later.

So you don't have to worry about me trying to get out.

I tell Diego.

"... no problem. More than that... I thought it would be nice to drink quietly once in a while. Where I come from, there's no bard in the tavern, so it's fresh too."

"Ma, what a bloated bunch of nostalgia bards. There's only so many of them. Sometimes it's like going around the country, some freaks... but no, is that serious?"

Seriously, that means the original duty of the bard… for the reason that the gods encourage their activities.

Giza, the god of bards, asks the bards to turn everything in this world into poetry.

Because the information will shine through the world.

So for that reason the bard travels, gathers stories from all over, turns it into poetry, and sings in various places.

Even Giza said he once walked around the ground for it.

However, at present, the bards are less enthusiastic about the initiative.

Because, as a matter of course, the amount a bard can earn by walking around the countryside is small.

When they come to a country village or something, they are less entertained, but are therefore quite welcome, but they still have a stronger sense when they can live funny and strange singing in an urban tavern than that.

It would also affect the enjoyable nature of many of those who bard.

Another face of their god is also the god of amusement......

However, there is also the idea that, as a prehistoric city, it is easier for various kinds of information to go and gather together, and that making poetry there will accumulate more virtues against God.

It would just mean that singing and playing flattery would be hindsight for them, too, of the boulders.

But among them are some serious bards who impose a hard journey on themselves, picking up stories from all over the place.

That's what Diego mentioned.

"... I wonder who's singing there right now"

with a small voice. If you ask Diego that, Diego will

"That's a poem that's long passed down to this city. Maybe he's not serious..."

"... sad love"

"Yes... of a beautiful fairy living in the sea and a man in the harbor. It's a common story in port towns like this."

I do sing such content when I clear my ears in the verse.

The singing bard is a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, so a good number of men surround her as she stretches out beneath her nose.

It would be scary if a normal woman were in a situation like this, but I guess she's used to only having bards.

There is no shaking at all in his voice, he sings calmly.

I hear it for a while and when I get comfortable I ask Diego.

"By the way, Diego"

"What?

"Do you dive into the Labyrinth of the Daughters of the Sea God, too?

Then Diego seemed to understand, I see, that's all.

"Did you come over here for that? Sorry, I fell out on the way..."

"No, I don't mind that. I mean, Mazrac said he'd apologize later, too."

"I wish it wasn't. It's just that I'm... still dragging."

"Well, there's going to be someone like that"

"... you too?

I guess Diego went on a little tour to hear that because he wasn't sure if it was okay to touch it.

It's just that I'm the one who told the story.

I can't possibly not answer that.

You should also disclose yourself to speak with a broken stomach.

I nod and say.

"Ah. There's a reason I became an adventurer... I used to have a close childhood friend. But the demon attacked me... my parents, my childhood grandmother, when I did. So, somehow I survived alone. I still don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing...... sometimes I wonder if it would have been easier if we had died together then..."

That's what I'm saying to sum it up briefly, but I'm telling you, it's just a little heavy to tell others.

All of a sudden he tells me this, and Diego will be pulling, and I think if I look him in the face,

"... well. That was hard. But... you're here now. That's because you survived. And... you dive into the labyrinth and carry the curse to me, this is gonna help me a lot, okay?

The first one had a serious tone, but it would have been his concern to gradually turn to that which he joked about.

"... Huh. Sure you do."

"And anyway, my needs need to see you, maybe I'll die of wild drowning soon... Yeah, they often see themselves as adventurers, but even though they wanted to do something about it, they didn't know what was going on. Even if I tell you, it's not that easy... But, Lent. You're gonna turn those guys into one-man adventurers, aren't you?

"For once, I'm going to. At least don't let the wild drool."

"If that's the case, I'd like to see that way too... nearby. I don't think I can imitate it right away... but in the future, if I see the same guys, I want to do what I can."

"That means..."

"Ah. I dive into The Labyrinth of the Daughters of the Sea God, too. There's a store, so you can't do it every day, but when it's convenient, let me follow you."