Memories of childhood.
When she once dreamed of becoming a princess, she thought she was more beautiful about herself than anyone else in the world.
That's not arrogant thoughts or anything, it's purely "Everybody's beautiful, but I'm beautiful, too! I didn't even doubt my pity, but it was a thought.
"- Girls can be princesses one day!
She spoke to the adventurer in front of her as she punched her legs in the carriage.
Two people named Clad and Cayenne were looking forward to hearing her talk, "Well, buddy," and "Nice, princess," she said.
"So, you meet a well-dressed and lovely prince!
"Nice."
Laughing, they said, "A man can't be a prince forever." "Well, he can be a good, nice (...) uncle." "Huh! What's nice, that bear bastard! That's it! If I were a decent uncle, I'd take that girl, too." I was thrilled that it only made sense to both of us.
When this happens, she is outside the mosquito net.
To listen, apparently, the bear took the woman we both fell in love with.
Weird, she murmured the dumb two elsewhere, looking out the window at the view.
"Uh, I want to be a princess..."
That was somewhat fluffy, resembling a desire to grow up quickly, rather than a desire to really fulfill it.
And often, ambiguous wishes without such an entity are the ones that afflict people the most when they are no longer fulfilled.
She was attacked that day by demons and lost a great deal of skin on her face.
Desert Kingdom The relay of Grace Country (Bakaristan) Oasis Street (surprisingly, the city is called the "Oasis Street" because it is given a city name by locals meaning "Oasis City") is very busy.
The kingdom's capital "White City", the kingdom's trading port "City of Ships", and the relay point that connects these two, "Oasis Street", are places where nature and people's feet become more numerous.
But the buzz doesn't just stem from the fact that the city is a relay point. This Oasis City was busier than usual this time of year.
The reason is flea markets.
This large market, open seasonally, was rooted in the culture of this Oasis Street as one festive ritual.
The Flea Market Week is a noisy week for this Oasis City.
(... A week at the flea market, the prestigious troupe (Aubra Maestra) visits Oasis Street for a performance)
A prestigious troupe is a troupe that walks through the land of grace or offers great opera to all parts of the kingdom.
Sometimes they cross places to the desert, sometimes to the seaside, they perform the play under the idea that there is only one belief - to convey masterpieces to all parts of the kingdom.
Therefore, the passion and refined skill of betting on their opera was not a great deal.
I don't even think about getting hired there conveniently.
But still, as a dismissed woman street performer, she wanted to look for her next stop, "Wound Dancer" thought.
(... you must have stepped on it when you found a more convenient dancer than a woman with a scratch on her face, the head of the circus regiment)
As soon as we reached Oasis Street, it was unfortunate for her, but the head of the circus group fired this "scratch dancer".
The reason is, a man's scandal.
To be precise, the "scratch dancer" had absolutely nothing to do with it, but the rejection of the three-legged man's approach led him to withdraw his tail and quit.
(It was the end of my luck that the story got twisted and one of them had to quit. Unlike a three-legged man, I just had a scratch on my face, nothing)
In retrospect now, maybe she had just a few problematic behaviors, too.
He made a three-legged man worry, apparently.
Most of all, she thinks it's a difference in values.
Drinking alcohol in front of a man, being given clothes to wear it. Apparently, in the culture known to three-legged men, it means that they both become lovers.
As for her, who didn't know such a culture, she had no intention of doing so.
After such an unfortunate mistake, it became a fight between her and him, and she hurt him terribly. I've done too much.
If you say so, you have cursed his physical characteristics.
The captain, who listened, assumed that there was an affair between them. To a three-legged man who mistook it and ran wild, and the lack of forgiveness of a wound dancer who waved it so badly, both said they deserved punishment.
(It's hard to keep them both in the same circus, as it's a matter of wind discipline, to fire one or the other,... I was chosen. I'd make the same choice if I felt unfair, but I had to let one of them quit.... I was a troublemaker)
The scratch dancer was abandoned.
She was in the mood to sigh.
Precisely in the form of a circus captain who managed to take care of me until I reached the big city where I would surely have my next place of employment.
But still, if I tried to be a woman of wounds, it was the same thing either way.
It's just the difference between being dumped instantly or being discarded with care.
(... It's hard to live as a street performer in this Oasis Street. Then you might be thrilled to head to the dream you gave up. if possible, but)
Fuji's head was about the famous troupe.
As the singing princess of the famous troupe, if she could be an actor in the opera, perhaps her dream would indeed come true.
It's revenge.
Until five years before she was wounded in the face, she wanted to be the princess of the story.
By analogy, the heroine is told by the hero Tan. A singing princess in opera.
If I were the daughter of an aristocrat, could I vaguely be someone's princess - I miss the time I thought so.
(... it was a long time ago that I was a nobleman)
Now a scratch dancer.
This woman, Marielle, is just a civilian daughter, no longer the second daughter of the Durone family.
"Ho! This meat is delicious! I'll pay for it, so why don't you give me some more!
"Sorry! Stay in order. Line up!
I laughed a little bitterly at the idea of Arioshuong with a childlike face, and Meena watching out for it.
'Oasis Street', a trading city halfway across the country of grace (Bakaristan). It is the old man, who heads the branch of that Adventurer's Guild, who is the Ariosh Ong in front of this.
He was an adventurer who crotched the world when he was younger, and the adventurer rank was' Nine Feathers' and what he called a monster.
By now, it had become a floating and delightful grandfather. In front of the stall I borrowed in the name of "Talent Consultant Mitsuji," I said, "Wait. Clean! There's meat waiting in front of you, you have to eat it!" or somehow making a scene. Interesting Jen.
Well.
Right now, Oasis Street was plugged into an important period called 'Flea Market'. The Flea Market, a big market festival to name the city, was no longer a kind of spectacle.
Simply put, 'Flea Market' is a festival called 'Sell Anything'.
Commercial practices are usually taxable, but at flea market times, that would be a significant tax cut across the board.
Therefore, all merchants try to buy and sell anything at this time of year.
That appearance would certainly not be an exaggeration to say a festival. Everyone buys and fishes as much as they want, and sells as much as their souls do, so it's not half the heat.
Naturally, from outside of Oasis Street, a lot of people get to see 'Flea Market' at a glance.
Everyone on the outside wants to buy something rare, and they want to make a scene together.
And another thing.
Tax breaks on commercial practices earlier, but what a total tax exemption for outside humans, so this can't be booming.
I can also convince the Oasis Street merchants to burn their lives and sell things to outside humans.
Whatever it is, the tax bill turns into a whole lot of money.
Whether it's a little discount or service, I can take it.
Customers who come here can also buy cheap items at a great price.
A lot of tourists visiting Oasis Street was also a nod story.
In anticipation of that, this time my shop, Talent Consultant Mitsuji, went through the street sales of "Stir-fried Meat".
It's a chance in the corner, and if you put it in words, let's sell the food and make a fortune, it's really a simple motive.
The sale as a preliminary exercise was quite good. It seems that the meat was delicious, and as every day, the product ran out, and the repeater's guests appeared.
If so, I thought the sales of the 'Flea Market' production starting today would be even greater.
However, stall sales did not otherwise increase significantly compared to yesterday, in defiance of my expectations, but rather to the extent of a slight increase.
Come to think of it, that might be true, too. People who thrive in flea markets have a market set by day with people who come from outside. People coming from outside won't be able to get inside to such a roundabout between Slam and Oasis streets.
In other words, we have not yet been able to develop new customers.
(My prediction is that people will increase at night.)
Flea market vibrancy continues into the night. The evening also brings vibrancy to the locals. More locals say it's a flea market in the corner by day, and it's purple and bright at night.
Referring to how it is, the flea market is a drinking city, so much so that there is complaining.
And I want to spend a bit of money on par bright, and I think they're my target, too.
Each of the performances, songs, booze, and meat dishes that my shop offers includes all the needs of a customer who wants to eat something a little delicious, drink alcohol, watch something perform, and have fun.
They're also on the subject of reviews. It's only a matter of time before the guests arrive, and I was treading.
"Hey! I'm gonna stand up there, Toshiki! You can cook meat, too!? Good morning. Cook the meat and turn it to the eagle!
"Sir, please wait a moment. Because the owner is now inspecting stock quantities such as meat and sauce."
As a result, I also succeeded in narrowing down my opening hours because I had some idea of peak hours during the day and peak hours at night.
I also feel that it is not very narrow from 1: 00 to 14: 00 in the day and from 18: 00 to 22: 00 in the evening, but I try to pinch a break in between for a total of seven hours, or about four hours in a row, to deal with it.
The longer opening hours at night are due to a hunch that peak hours are likely to be longer.
And for squeezing in business hours, I had plenty of time.
That time can be spent outside, buying up all kinds of stockpiles, searching for treasures through appraisals, or identifying slaves in the Slave Trading Corps.
(Oh, the flea market really has more to do!
"Hey, good morning, good morning! Meat!"
"Um, customer..."
(Speaking of which, that's why we have to be careful with Lutz's safety...)
Before I could think of anything else, I thought back to the raid in Lutz yesterday.
At the time of the meat stir-fry sale at the stall, there was a case of a slave, Lutz, who was making meat stir-fry at the stall, getting stabbed.
Luckily, Lutz wasn't so deeply wounded, he was safe, but he wasn't relieved. We will have to pay close attention in the future.
In contrast, Deputy Store Manager Hetty devised using Sakura to protect it.
Even if, for example, a troublesome guest came, he said, "Hey, if you don't want to eat, don't come! Using a sakura dressed as a guest, he wishes to leave in a slightly rough way.
From me, who was trapped in common sense in my previous life, I was convinced of Hetty's idea, although it was first of all an unexpected and out of common sense oddity.
Well, even if someone rubs it, Sakura, who's in the queue, dances, watches the song, gathers it and says, "Oh? What if you have a problem in front of the store and you can't eat meat?" If you leave it to the numbers, you can suppress them.
Besides, if Sakura herds about seven to eight people and pays attention to the complainants, there will be regular customers who will be in tune with it. It's him with a collective mind.
While safety measures are combined, they are probably an efficient means of dealing with the Kramer.
I hope this guarantees the safety of the slaves.
"Hey Lord! Toshiki, you're definitely hearing me, but you're ignoring me!
- They were scattered.
I talk to him thinking it's time to respond to the boulders.
"Thank you for waiting, Arioshung. But even though there is a personal connection, it is our policy that customers want to be treated equally and fairly, so please wait in line. Please note."
"No!"
How cruel, Arioshung jumped at me with his face.
I thought, but this monk whispered something completely different.
"... he said he got permission to see me."
"... thank you"
Permission to visit, which means I've been granted permission to meet that woman bandit, Poulain. It's a flea market time, it's supposed to be forbidden, and that's what Chief Guard Howard told me he couldn't do.
The guy who attacked our Lutz is likely an endorser of the bandit Skyflower, or of the terrorist Fan.
I was supposed to come to the meeting to make sure of that.
(...... really flea markets have a lot to do)