Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Episode 88: Strange Requests and Tea

As I slowly try to carry the teacup to my mouth, I notice the girl in front of me staring at me.

"... what?

When I ask, the girl...

"No... I wondered how they would drink tea,"

"Ah......"

It is basically a mask that does not even come off during meals because it cannot be removed.

I'm not going to take it off now, but that seemed pretty odd from the girl's eyes.

Well, of course it's easier to swallow it off, but I can't do that.

I am Shiki, the corpse ghost.

I'm not going to take this off any more than I can show people that I'm such a demon.

Just as I always do when I'm eating with Lorraine, I can also change only the lower half of the mask to a shape where I can see my complexion.

If you're an adult opponent, well, the burns are terrible and ugly, but be patient with me, and I can't do anything to show you, but it's a twelve- or three-year-old girl in front of me right now.

The bottom half of my face on a boulder is nothing but grotesque.

In the first place, it's exactly the bottom half of this face to say what's most disgusting about this corpse ghost Shiki's body.

It would immediately associate the skeleton, with no lips or anything else, with the pungent teeth and gums, withered bare skin, at first glance.

No, it could be tougher than the skeleton itself.

My face, approaching a person halfway through, the muscles themselves are bursting, and the movement can be seen from the outside.

Just white unspeakable skeletons would have so little impact.

That's why I can't show it to you.

Now, speaking of what to do......

"... is that a demon prop?

That's what the girl asked me about the actions I did.

In other words, change the shape of the mask.

However, it was not in the form of removing all the lower half, but opening only a small gap where tea could be poured into the mouth area.

We can't keep that state constantly, but we can do it for just a few seconds or so.

If you try to do it for too long, it will go back to the beginning, but a few seconds is enough if you drink enough tea.

I say as I carry my tea into my mouth.

"Muragu, rather than Jiubu, seems to be... Muragu, thank you."

The girl opened her eyes to my words, and she said with a glimpse.

"There seems to be such an interesting thing in Malt...... Um, it's hard to say... can you give it away or something...?

The Latour family has a habit of collecting magic props.

The story is apparently true, I know exactly how this girl is.

I don't know what position the girl is in the Latour family, but at least she definitely belongs to those who can serve, not those who serve like Isaac.

And that's what she says.

give up this mask, it seems to pay a good amount of money... but the girl still thinks

"Of course, we will have an amount that will satisfy you enough for your generation...... how about it?

I came to say.

As far as I'm concerned, I want to give in.

I'd give it up, but this mask is definitely a necessity for me right now.

I have this, but I can't because I'm cursed when they tell me to remove my mask. So I go through.

So, at least, I'm not going to give it up to anybody until this face can be shown to people.

Plus, if you want to take it off, it won't come off.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't have given in.

I say to the girl with a strong will, waving her neck aside, watching with the thought of a severance as she leaves her figure slightly behind in a pile of gold coins floating in front of her.

"... sorry. This isn't a wig. Yuzu..."

Pretty grumpy thoughts must have seeped into my voice.

The girl frowns at me and says some sympathetic gaze at me.

"No... I guess I have something, deep memories, etc., but I gave it away with money, etc., and I said I couldn't. Excuse me..."

... memories?

No, no, there's nothing like memories of living in this mask.

He is like a symbol of a nightmare that suddenly stuck to his face and stopped coming off.

Even now, I won't come off saying how hard I tried, so don't bother.

What I'm feeling right now is not the sadness of thinking about the possibility of letting go of the memorabilia-packed item, but the despair of the money that is really supposed to be available going away, but I was told to speak of it.

Or after seeing this reaction of the girl, I didn't want her to say that and despise me.

Money is important.

"No, there's nothing to be done. That's not what I know just because I know it. Instead, I get annoyed..."

Yeah, just from the outside, I don't know how ugly my obsession with gold is.

Dress that as a good thing.

I'm a dirty adult......

And while I thought, when I looked at the girl with the eyes that still looked pure, she said,

"It would help if you could say that...... by the way, how about some tea flavor?

And he cared exactly as well to replace the story.

That's what I'm told, and I turn my consciousness to the flavor of tea I was carrying in my mouth.

... Something is so delicious.

It smells good... and I even feel like maybe the best tea I've ever had in my life.

I'll be honest with the girl.

"So good. I've never seen this before... well, thanks to you?

"Right. However, the tea leaves themselves are not demonic props, but the power of the farmer who made them. Because, as I said earlier, this pot can reproduce the taste of tea leaves once and for all. I mean... what I just brewed is what I think is the best tea leaf someone put in this pot a long time ago."

It's delicious.

It is a tea leaf that is made differently each year depending on the region and location.

Not always every year, you can taste the same flavor.

But with this pot, you can always drink your favorite tea leaves from your favorite areas of your favorite age.

That's a hell of a story, and the price still bothers me more.

At best, I remembered the flavour of the tea leaves I put in once and keep recreating one of them, if I put in a new tea leaf, the flavour of the tea leaves I put in before it would not be reproducible, I thought it was enough magic props, but when I could recreate everything I ever put in it, it would also change the story.

This is the ultimate pot.

Well, it won't necessarily mean everyone acknowledges the value because some people enjoy changing the flavor every year and it's the wind that reminds them of the flavor that's only in their memory, but I can still easily imagine many people wanting it.

"Where the hell have you been with this stuff?

"About two hundred years ago, you seem to have produced it from a distant labyrinth. I negotiated directly with the adventurer who discovered it and got it… the amount was about 300 pieces in white gold coins or something"

"Haku, Kinka..."

If you can't, white gold coins worth just playing with and living in one piece, three hundred of them......

It's not the amount you pay for the pot.

But maybe not a big forehead for the Latour family.

After two hundred years of paying for it, we keep this many houses.

Furthermore, the influence in the malt remains intact.

I could understand perfectly well with that how more dangerous the house is than those little aristocrats there.

Then we talk for a while, and I get up.

"Will they go now?

The girl asked, so I answer.

"Oh... I would have. Maybe, but I'll see you later, okay?

When I asked, the girl laughed pointlessly,