A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

Warm feeling and salty taste in the mouth.

Reurus' consciousness, which felt it in his sluggish consciousness, rose and slowly opened his eyes.

(What...?)

Apparently he's not dead yet. Or was he reborn after he went down and died? Reurus thought so in a thoughtful way, but the warmth spreading into his mouth and the delicious taste that was the first in the world quickly aroused his consciousness.

"Hmm!?

The dashi soup and salty flavor are cool and open eyes. The moisture is the same, but proper nutrition flows through your throat and through your organs.

"Ah, are you awake?

He was only conscious of the deliciousness spreading into his mouth, but Reurus moved his eyes to the voice he heard. Apparently she was lying on a wooden floor with a rag on her body.

And next to Reurus was a girl.

Age is the same as Reurus, around fifteen. Straight linen hair was stretched to the back, and two small, swaying knots were seen.

While his face is gentle, he has a tenderness and a desire for asylum. A girl with a simple beauty like a round of flowers blooming in the wild, not a beauty.

Apparently, he was embracing Reurus, putting Reurus' head on his lap to keep him from getting stuck in his throat and giving him a little bit of soup. When Reurus woke up, he smiled softly and relieved.

(Whoa... what is this? Who is this kid? Did you die and go to heaven? Did a goddess or an angel pity you?

The girl in front of me may have helped me in a situation, but the reality in front of me is unacceptable as a revulsion that has kept touching the cold of others until now. I'm still more convinced that he died and went to heaven.

Dad, this guy's awake.

The girl turned her gaze away from the confused realuse. Reurus, caught in the line of sight, encounters a man with a cold and severe gaze, in contrast to a girl.

He must be the father because the girl called him "Father." The hairstyle is close to cropping, but it reminds the child that linen hair and brown eyes are very similar to that of a girl.

I had the impression that my age would reach forty, but the body was musculoskeletal - and somehow I held a large knife in my right hand. It is similar in thickness to a Chinese knife and is wide, yet it seems to be well grinded and sharp.

The man who hears the girl's voice slowly approaches, but the wooden floor screams with every step. Unlike a girl with a soft smile, men are expressionless. It is likely that livestock will be slaughtered from now on.

--In this case, is it you who will be slaughtered?

"Okay, it's not delicious even if you eat it!? Look, it's just bones, skin and a little muscle!

Whether his consciousness was awake but awake, or because of the fear of a silent middle-aged man with a knife approaching, Reurus cried desperately as he lay on the floor. The man who heard it shook his eyebrows and held a knife on his shoulder.

"Kid."

"Ha, yes!

It is a voice that is commensurate with the appearance, low and tender. Is it Reurus' mistake to feel like he has a knife or a sword-swallowing sign that he can't get it out with his steadfastness? When the boy answers without any resistance, the man tells without breaking his strict face.

"If you're going to die in the wilderness, you're going to die out of sight. It's annoying to die behind the shop."

"Ah...."

The words spoken were cold, like throwing them away. The words made Reurus feel like he had been exposed to cold water, but at the same time he wondered.

(I understand it's annoying if you die behind the shop, but that's why I'm here to help...)

The man's words are correct. From where it fell, it seems that this is a restaurant where Reurus tried to fish for leftovers, but the corpses rolled over the back of the shop and it doesn't feel good.

But that's why it doesn't make sense. As far as the abandoned city was concerned, there was an atmosphere where even if the body fell, it could be cleaned up in a nuisance, as the man said.

You don't have to bring a fallen person to the shop who doesn't even know their nature, put a cloth on the floor, or even let them drink soup. I wish I could have called the armed men I saw over there in the abandoned city and thrown them out of town.

"Father, I'm so sorry... I'm not being mean."

A girl looked like she was in trouble with the man's words. The man lowers his hips to a nearby chair when he looks down more with the girl's words. Still holding the knife, but...

"I went out the back and you fell down....."

"That's why my daughter picked it up. What a good nuisance."

I was about to close the store, but the man threw up and threw up, but the initial prick disappeared against my words.

"Corona, you clean up. Kid, you better get rid of him."

That's how the man gives instructions to the girl, Corona, and another order to Reurus with his own eyes. The soup poured into the deep plate and the bread placed on another plate, as well as the water in the cup-shaped pottery, jumped into the eyes of Reurus, who woke up following the words.

The soup would have been served by Corona, but the solid bread couldn't have been served. With two slightly black fist-sized breads in the basin, Reurus inadvertently swallows his saliva.

"Ah, thank you, but the money..."

"I don't expect that. I don't think you have any money."

A man says as he slaps his shoulders with a tongue and a knife. Reurus opened his eyes to the words, but soon his eyes were nailed to the soup and bread.

Nothing is higher than free. I ate this, but at the end, I might be able to push the hard issues. Even if Japan had lived in the previous life, it would not have lived a life in which people could honestly eat what they were given.

Such vigilance works, but the smell of the hot soup penetrates the nostrils of Reurus. Though not a lot of ingredients, the temptation of a soup close to being transparent, with carefully chopped vegetables sinking, is strong.

"... I'll take it."

After all, Reurus couldn't resist the temptation. Looking back, it is the first “decent” dish in my life. I took a wooden spoon after putting my hands together, whether it was a former Japanese habit.

The first thing I put my hands on was soup. Corona made me drink little by little, but I should eat from something that seems good for digestion, because I didn't eat properly.

Simple and rustic soup stewed in vegetables and flavoured with salt alone. From a revulsion that feels like it's even the first time in my life to properly salt, it tastes so intense and intense that my tongue is numb.

"... good"

Eat a bite and murmur. I used to know a variety of foods as a person who lived through a time of full eating, but it was the first time I had a dish that I thought was delicious from the bottom of my heart.

Rinse two or three mouths with salt soup, and now bite into bread. I thought it was stiff from the feeling I had in my hand, but it has nothing to do with the current reuse. Rise your teeth and chew them off, then chew them off again and again.

It was a hard-boiled black bread that wasn't seasoned, but the flavour of the ingredients was enough. Soaking in salt soup makes it soft enough to change the taste.

The revulsion won't stop when you start eating. I ate salt soup and black bread in distraction, and I was touched by the flavor - I was even crying at some point.

"Delicious... really delicious"

I can't find any other words. This kind of compliment won't pay for it, but we can only praise the food in front of us for the current revulsion. Instead of tears, my nose was overflowing, but I didn't think it was a shame.

"... I see."

The end of the man's eyes was slightly lower when he heard the words of the realuse, but he never noticed the realuse that was obsessed with food.

The next morning, Reurus woke up on the restaurant floor. Sleeping on a hard floor causes pain in the joints of the body, but it's better than spending the night on a tree. I was lent a piece of cloth, but even though it was not a thickness that could be called a futon, there was only one piece of cloth and the warmth was different.

"... did it happen?"

And when you wake up, you hear a man - Dominic. It was a realuse that raised his face to the voice, but it seemed Dominic had started cooking early in the morning. I don't see Corona, but he's still asleep upstairs, where he lives.

"Good morning... thank you so much for last night."

Is it because I haven't eaten decent food in a long time and had a good night's sleep? It even seems to be overflowing with power from the bottom of your body. Thanking him for that, Reurus corrected his residence and expressed his gratitude.

Dominic skinned the vegetables with a knife without responding to such a revulsion of gratitude. I was thinking of helping out last night, but I don't have much cooking experience in my previous or present life. As long as it's a simple baked dish, it's unlikely to be helpful if an amateur helps.

In addition, Dominic will not accept Reurus' offer. I've been with Dominic for less than half a day, but Dominic had an atmosphere similar to that of a craftsman.

It would be better for Dominic to quit early. Reurus decided to fold the cloth he borrowed and put it on the table next to him, sitting on the floor with his head down. I didn't know if there was a seat on the throne or the throne, but I was sure thanksgiving would be conveyed.

"Thank you so much. I won't forget this for the rest of my life."

He saved his life beyond the bounty of a lodging meal. Without resisting lowering his head from gratitude, Reurus put his head on the floor to express his gratitude.

"Kid, you...."

Dominic changed his expression slightly in gratitude for the Reurus. But he immediately turned his face back and shook his head.

"No... I told you last night, if you're going to die in the wild, you're going to die somewhere else. At least don't die in my daughter's sight."

"Be careful. Could you thank her, too?

Dominic helped Reurus because Corona tried to help him. Or Dominic alone might have helped, but he didn't have the courage to point it out.

"... if you remember."

Dominique starts skinning vegetables again. Reurus decides that it will get in the way any longer and gently leaves the store door.

It's still dark outside, but I think it's almost sunrise. The distant sky is starting to whiten, and Reurus stands there watching the sunrise.

The sunrise seemed so beautiful that I could eat and sleep. Everything that is visible is shining and visible, as if it were another world. I haven't been able to get rid of years of fatigue and malnutrition, but when I'm full of stomach and spirit, I feel better myself.

(The question is, what are we going to do now...)

This time, I was able to live forever thanks to the kindness of Corona and Dominic, but I don't think this kind of luck will last. I needed money to live in the abandoned city of Laval, and I had to do something to get it.

(Physical labor... business... I don't know where I can work, and I don't know if I can do it.)

If there is anything I can do, is manual labor the most appropriate? You don't need the original as long as your body moves like a business. Now that I'm full, I'll be able to move without any problems in a day or two.

If you manage to make money, you can go to Dominic's restaurant to pay for the food. However, the question is whether we can find a place to work.

(No address, no job, no family, no friends, no education, no qualifications, no ID, malnutrition... never if I hire someone.)

Would you hire a simple manual worker? Will you hire the extra? I was about to fall again on an empty stomach while I was looking around.

Exposed to the cold wind in the spring, Reurus shuddered himself - and flashed with the cold.

Cookers use fire, don't they? How about collecting something that burns?

We need to walk a little, but there are lots of forests around the town of Laval. Hard to cut down trees because they don't have tools, but they should be able to pick up dead trees. If it was taken too far, it would be a problem, but if only to gather dead trees to keep warm, it would have been silent in the village of Shena.

Although the existence of monsters is terrifying, we should be able to escape before they are approached. I'm not overconfident in my guess, but I think I can handle gathering dead trees in the shallow part of the forest.

I can't make money, but it's going to pay off. If we could find something to eat, we might be able to barter food.

What came to mind was the taste of salt soup and hard-boiled bread that I ate last night. If you can eat it again, you can work as much as you want. But even though it's not a business, is it a problem to pick up firewood from a nearby forest?

(... should I just confirm it?)

"Spinach" is important in any time and anywhere. Therefore, when Reus reached the entrance to the Waste City, he tried to protect the entrance and called out to the men who looked around.

"Excuse me, may I have a moment?

"Ah? What... is that kid yesterday?"

The hunger filled calms him down, and the revus speaks with an extraordinary sociodemographic tone. The opponent was a man who exchanged words before Reurus entered the Waste City. The look of Reurus, whose blood colour has improved since yesterday, makes the look harder to see.

"... you didn't have the money, did you steal it anywhere?

He puts his hand on the handle of the sword and asks for intimidation. Reurus smiled unexpectedly at such a man's appearance.

"I couldn't afford to steal it, so I fell. Then Dominic and Corona saved me...."

There is no point in hiding it. When that is judged and the situation is told, the man scratches his head in a bad way.

"Well, Dominic's husband and Miss Corona... I'm sorry to suspect that."

"No, I think it's natural."

I would have suspected the same thing in the opposite position. That's why I don't care about Reurus. In my previous life, I had a boss who didn't have to apologize for doubting others, but did. To this extent, the endurance of the Reurus will not waver, and it will flow as it is.

However, the man turns away and punches his tongue with frustration at what he thought of such a revulsive attitude.

"Wha... what do you want to hear?

Looks like you're listening to me. I would have thrown it away, but are you apologizing for doubting it?

"It's a small payback, but I was hoping to find firewood and food in the nearby forest. Of course, I don't waste time hurting trees or overeating food, but I wonder if there's a problem..."

Naturally, the forests and mountains belong to someone else. Even in the previous life, there was a difference between a country and an individual, but it was managed as state land or private land.

In today's world, the Reurus did not know if there was a leader, but it belonged to a nobleman, a king, or a lord of the land. I can't laugh when I'm struck by a neck because I got in without permission.

"Hmm... give back, huh?"

Until then, the atmosphere of the man with the frustrating face was relieved by what Reurus thought of his words. Looking at Reurus' face and staring at him as if he could spot a lie, he slightly fished up the edge of his mouth.

"There's no problem if you don't take it too far. But don't take it to Laval by mistake. Come back to the abandoned city."

I don't want to go into the town of Laval just because I picked up firewood in the Reurus. That would be the only way to get paid in advance.

"And make sure you go through the gates when you get back to the abandoned city. I can't complain about being killed if I get past the wall."

"Hahaha, you're kidding me... aren't you kidding me?

"I'm not kidding. Collect the tax from what you took. The idiot who hates it and tries to cross the wall can't stop after it."

I see, I think. Yesterday I was able to get into the Waste City without taking anything, but if I get something nearby, I think I'll get a proper tax.

(Hmm? But even if you take taxes, where the hell are they...)

It is said to be a waste town, but is it because it functions as a town? It was a Reurus who wondered where the collected taxes would go, but I didn't like to hear it.

"... by the way, may I ask how much taxes you can take?

Instead, shake another topic. I was concerned about where the taxes would flow, but I needed to know about the taxes in the immediate future first.

"Don't worry. Even if I say tax, I won't take it all. Depending on what I've got... well, at most half."

(Is that true...)

As long as there are many of them, they won't normally be taken that far. Now all he had to do was believe the word, and Reurus lowered his head toward the man.

"Thank you very much. That's all I need to know."

"Oh, well, I'll see you again when you're alive."

A man waves his hand lightly to say that, but it is not a stylish remark. I will not starve to death now, but I do not know when or where I will die beyond the danger of a monster. That being said, Reurus smiled bitterly at himself as he tried to go to the forest.

I want to stay in peace in a safe place if possible. But I'm not in a position to make that wish come true, and no one will.

There was no other choice but to move than to die, even if it was dangerous.