On the outskirts of King's Landing, near the Great Cross Road connecting Dizar and Gadis.

It was a place that was damaged a little by the incident called [Starfall], but now it is completely revitalized, and stalls, simple lodgings, and taverns are connected along the street.

Among them, the owner of [mobile armoury shop Rolka], Rolka, deployed a large wagon in the store and warehouse to become a stall as usual. It's still early in the morning, but travelers and adventurers are already crossing the street.

"Well... recently the King's Landing has become very noisy. Now is the time to earn money, or to withdraw...."

Lorca, who had been running a mobile store for many years, whispered that something was about to change dramatically. The good thing about mobile shops is that they can do it all at once. Lorca did so, selling weapons on stinky land, repeatedly leaving when it became dangerous.

On the Great Cross Street Road near King's Landing, it is unusual for Lorca, who has been trading here for nearly two years, to be able to sell his armor steadily, but the other day, he felt dangerous at the [star descent]. The Knights of the Order of Peace also spoke heavily about the incident, and in the end the public was not told what the cause was.

Above all, when the corpse fell from the sky at the same time as [the descent of the stars], Rolka of the boulder was also surprised, and I realized that something abnormal was happening. It was a mummy-dried corpse. The clothes he was wearing seemed fine, so I thought they might be some kind of aristocrat, and I wondered whether to report them to the Knights, but I thought it would be troublesome to think about it, buried them on the ground, and put up a grave.

You could take off your clothes, but Rolka's conscience didn't allow it. I don't know why he died, but I tried to keep him asleep.

"After all, I'm going to change the place....."

He called Louis, his son, who was seriously thinking about future business, in a hurry.

"Dad, please come!

"What is it, Louis? Breakfast ready?

"No! Dad, come on!

Pulled by Louis, Lorca stood a little farther away and pulled into the tent where the two of them lived.

"What is it? If you're the merchant's son, don't panic.

When Rolka said that to her son and looked at the tent, a strange young woman (...) with blue hair (...) came out of it.

Her body was somehow covered in dirt, and the dirt stuck to her nails.

Are you about fifteen years old? Blue hair stretching to the shoulders and reflecting the blue sky, golden eyes. His face is so good that if the place were a place, he would be mistaken for some noble lady.

The girl was wearing a metal ring around her neck, slightly outdated, slightly larger clothes, and she saw a thin white shoulder.

"It's not the right size... but... my memory has changed even to the color of my hair, even though it's vague. Proof of blood loss... I (...) am I finally here?"

The girl had a lovely voice, but her appearance was in the tone of her abdomen, and she was complaining about the sleeves that shifted from her shoulders no matter how many times she fixed them.

"Dad, when I came back for breakfast, I was there!

"What are you... doing in my tent? That dress... belongs to my dead daughter!

So the girl finally noticed the presence of Lorca and the others.

"Hmm? Oh, this tent? Sorry, the size of the clothes in front of the boulder is too different. I can't walk around naked in this body, so I borrowed clothes."

The girl walked towards Lorca, saying that she had every right.

"I'll thank you. Can you lend me a hand? I don't think we're gonna have much time."

"It's what my daughter looks like."

"So, thank you. I don't have much time. Here, let's do this."

That said, the girl took off the ring she had attached to her neck and threw it at Rolka.

"What is this?

You're a merchant, right? Find out for yourself. Sell it and you'll be able to play and live for ten years, then I'll go. Ah, and I'll get you a proper sword. I have to get this body back up and running again... make yourself comfortable. "

That's how the girl started looking for the sword in the stall. But Rolka was staring at the collar in her hand. But if you look at it, it wasn't a collar, it was an adult bracelet. Because the size is too large, the girl must have put it on her neck.

The bracelet glowed blue and had a large burning bird motif engraved on its back. Lorca knew it was a family crest of some great nobility.

"Wait, wait! Who the hell are you? This is made of Mithrill! The kids around here have it. It's not a good replacement! And... the Landbury family crest is engraved."

The Randberry family. It is a family of great nobility in Dylan Zar and famous enough to know even Lorca, a general citizen. Above all, the chief of the Order is there. Anyone who lives in King's Landing knows.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuu. You can take it to any store or give it to the Knights for as much accommodation as you want. Use as much as you like."

When the girl took the tallest sword in the store, the big sword (claymore), which was difficult for adults to shake, she fixed the sheath with a belt and hung it on her waist.

The girl hanging her big sword on her waist was unbalanced and ridiculous, but she had a satisfying expression.

"Hey, hey! I can't wave that sword at you!

"Leave me alone. I'm not relaxed."

"You...."

Rolka, unable to move from the spot, could only speak so loudly to the extraordinary girl on her back. It was Lorca who didn't take a step against the crude adventurer, but I knew it by guessing. I hope this girl is not just a person.

"I... yeah, let's call it Luca this time." Nobles and knights are just Lucas. Then be a master. "

That's how the girl Luca leaves.

Later, Rolka realized that a tomb buried with a mummy-like body had been exposed and that there were only clothes left inside. But Lorca didn't end up telling it to anyone.

After all, no matter how much money Lorca was in trouble, she never let go of that bracelet. As a result, it was another story that was so successful in opening a shop in the first place of King's Land in the name of his son, Louis...