Gran Feria, King's Capital of Easwind and the largest Gulf City on the Eastern Continent.
The city includes from land, sea and air. A number of merchants and travellers visit by passing on every path.
In addition to that, the number of residents is slightly over 100,000. From the lower to the intermediate districts, day after day, the waves of people who don't even cut the pull are pulling by pushing.
When you see this sight of a village of a hundred people or a human from a town of a thousand people, you must make your eyes black and white. Inside, there are even those who open their mouths and lose their hips.
When this comes from a local city of 10,000 people, I can afford to get rid of my decency, but when I try to get to the inn, I lose my back as well.
Oh, my God, every room is filled with reservations until a few weeks away. In their common sense, I can't think of a "no vacancy" inn or anything like that.
As a result, travelers will either stay at a lodging in the lower districts with no meals or baths, or they will be feathers tenting outside the city.
And then you fall asleep in a tight bed or on the ground, and I think it stings. "The city is still different," he said.
By then, there are many people gathered in Gran Feria. That is so much so that the expansion work that is being carried out without rest and the building of accommodation and dwellings cannot be chased away.
If there are so many people so far, there are naturally many troubles.
It's normal for a drunk to have a fight downtown. Everyday tea meals for the Sisters of the Church, such as the care of the injured and sick brought in suddenly.
For the inhabitants of Gran Feria, such as the Beauty Bureau blurry damage, which you can't even see in the village or town, it's like, "Oh, again."
A city is a place full of trouble. But for that matter, they are quick to deal with, and there are many means to resolve it.
For rough events, guards in each compartment or adventurers with certain arms.
For injuries and illnesses, a town doctor, or a church priest or sister.
If you see a white powder deal in the harbor warehouse, report it to the Kingdoms Knights Secret Service (Cat's Eye).
For all the trouble I can think of, I have some sort of preparation. In case of trouble, if you rely on the Adventurer's Guild or the blockage in each compartment, you will be able to handle most of it.
Now, peace of mind. Even the countrymen can safely visit the metropolis.
But...
What if I get in trouble with "crap"?
For example, let's say a traveler has lost his cheap pendant. It was acquired during the journey and I liked the blue pebbles a little. Did you leave it somewhere or was it stolen? Anyway, it's disappearing from hand.
It's a little shameful to give up, but even if I ask, can the guards and adventurers help me find something to lose?
Let's say, for example, that the city's inhabitants were suffering from tooth decay. On the right back teeth, a black hole with a pompous opening. I can't stain anything cold, or hot, or bite anything hard. Now, the daily meals don't taste good.
Dentists are out of touch a lot. Depending on your arm, sometimes you see hell. Take the time. But I wish I could find a well-armed dentist, but unfortunately I don't have time for that.
With some high therapeutic skills, they can be cured without a trace, but can church priests and sisters cure tooth decay?
Both, the answer is no. There is no way that a guard or a church person can find something to lose or treat tooth decay.
I can't devote time to "crap" or anything like that. There's enough to sweep and throw away in this city to deal with.
Besides, once I let them cross the set line, that and this and I will be demanded indefinitely. If I can't crack it, the organization won't be able to move.
So, not in bad faith, but out of necessity, they say:
"Find out for yourself what you lost"
"Go to the dentist. Be patient with the pain."
Thus, the city is made up. The country, the Church, the adventurers, follow the rules set and deal with trouble. Nobody turns a blind eye to niche troubles.
Personal matters should be dealt with individually. That was the common sense of this city......
In recent years, the trend was changing with the advent of something that became "anything store".
The Anything store said the adventurer collapsed humans started by asking people to go around saying, "I'll do anything, give me a job".
Whether it was dob cleaning, hauling operations, they did anything. Even the search for something to lose and finding a well-armed dentist, which I mentioned earlier, was accomplished to the end.
And that turned out to be surprisingly gold. When it comes to niche markets, anything that can reach the itchy was a thankful thing for people.
Births are born, but therefore, from adventurers and so on, it is a profession that is half scorned, but it is highly popular with users.
Especially, as its name suggests, there will be many requests at the store for anything that takes on "anything" and accomplishes it as desired.
Anything in the residential neighborhood of the intermediate district (Free Life) was gradually increasing the number of clients because of the attitude of not choosing a job and the quality of the job, for which it had not been possible for many years.
In particular, the past week had been rumored not only in the intermediate districts but also in other districts due to the excellent work of the shopkeepers.
The shopkeeper over there, he's a storekeeper. Anything works shamelessly in the name of the shop, smiling and laughing, letting any impossible challenge come true.
Those who heard the rumors made various requests and headed to Free Life. I went to the store with such good expectations.
But what they saw was a "We'll be closed for a while" sticker. The office upstairs is locked and there's no sign of anyone.
If you talk to your neighbor, "Free Life" will be closed from time to time, and the store owner is the opposite of the rumor, a sloppy person.
They sighed one more sigh and went home.
Many clients knocked on the door of "Free Life". Still, nobody came out for a reason. I had enough reason to be closed.
"Ugh, oh..."
There is one man with a vain eye, lying in bed. From the thin open lips leaks a groan that makes no sense and the eyes are not tied to the focus.
His name is Nobuo Sayama. He was the owner of Free Life, and until the other day, he worked so vibrantly as to be rumored.
But what's wrong, there's no shadow to see now. His cheeks are covered, his hair is glossy and his lips are covered. The earthy skin had a dense smell of death.
"Hmmm..."
Beside you, there is one old man and two girls.
The old man examined your great body, and Yumiel and Lutu were joining hands in front of your chest, as they prayed to God.
The old man, with long, white hair and a beard, closes his eyes and thinks. The right hand is placed at the center of the chest of the great.
It's like a doctor examining a patient's body with a stethoscope, but I don't see any apparatus like that. But through the palm of his hand, the old man seemed to be reading something from his noble body.
Behind him, a bead-like sweat floats on the foreheads of the girls who sip and watch.
"Oh, that's terrible."
"You figured something out!?
A girl with dragon wings from her back and dragon tails from her waist stuffs her old man. The poor, haunted girl, like a fairy, approached him as well.
The old man, pushed by the momentum of the two, opens his mouth as he is stuck.
"Oh. This young man is crazy about the magic vegetables in his body. Keep bullshit moves up to a grain or grain of magic vegetables that make up your body. Intensity similar to runoff also bounces off medication and healing magic. I've never seen such symptoms before. I don't know what's going on."
"What!? Old Dragon, is there something you don't even know......!?
To the words of the old man, Luttoo was stunned.
I guess I had a strong trust. Leave it to this old man and he'll be fine. It's sure to make it good. relief that was somewhere in my mind, even in crisis situations. That's what was crumbling away.
"Oh, root girl. Live a thousand years, live a thousand years, but the world is full of things you don't know. Every day, in a series of discoveries. Ho ho."
Stroking down a long white beard, the old man laughs. Did that bother you, Lootoo exasperated and spread his back wings wide to intimidate.
"What do you care! Yeah, I'm thinking you went all the way to the East for my sake! Come on, with your prized herbal medicine, let Takahiro heal you!
"Don't be lame about this. I told you the pills weren't working."
"Burn your strong pills! Then..."
"He's taken in by the poison in his body, and he's eating this young man's body more and more."
"All of you, all of you! So what do I do!?
A looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo An old man who flirts with her suggestion and laughs at her cheeks.
In spite of the presence of the sick, the rooms of the noble increased in noise.
But.
"Your husband can't be cured, so it's awesome!?
A sharp, painful cry, made by a girl who had not opened her mouth from earlier, brought silence to the room.
While no one speaks, Yumiel approaches your bed and kneels down.
And he put his left hand on his own cheek, "Master, Master," he muttered, spilling tears.
Seeing the appearance, the lutoo glares, and the old man narrows his eyes.
Keep going, five minutes, enough and time flies...
When Yumiel finally plunged into bed and tried to cry.
An old man placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"It's okay. I never have no hands"
"What!?
"Ho, is it true......!?
Yumiel, who was facing down with a sinking face, raised her face to jump up.
Yumiel grabbed the old man's hand as he grabbed it.
And the old man, looking at the girls' faces, grinned and laughed, and nodded greatly.
After a while, your university was transferred to the same bathroom on the same floor.
He, assisted by Yumiel, is stripped of his clothes and placed in a tub with hot water.
Immersed in water to the shoulder, slightly reddened yet precious. Still, consciousness did not seem to return, and when he turned to the bathroom ceiling, he raised his voice without voice.
"... I'll be back soon."
Yumiel gently strokes her unusual husband's cheek.
"... it's okay. I'm sure it'll heal."
She let go of her hand at all costs and removed a small wipe bag from her apron pocket. And out of it, I stuck out the white powder.
Puffy, puffy, powdered by a hot tub. It dissolves in sappy water and disappears.
"... this should be good"
Yumiel did ask. That I can cure it now.
In a bath mixed with special hot water flowers, if you detoxify it for a week, your university will go back to normal. The old man Luttoo brought, he did say so.
Of course there was a suspicious mind.
Neither the miracle of Melissa's healing, the Virgin, nor Eru's medicine with Easwind's best brains worked.
Now that I have soaked it in water, is there anything I can do about it? The suspicion is certain.
Still, Yumiel wanted to believe in the honest eyes of the old man.
"If it's not a curse, it's not a resentment. If it's not possession, it's not the influence of foreign law. This is just poison. It's complicated, but poison is poison. Immerse yourself in the water and the poison will heal. Don't worry."
I made him laugh furiously on that occasion, I thought I'd believe him.
So Yumiel woke up the great lord who lay on the floor and brought him to the bathroom. I dissolved the water flowers I was given and dipped my husband in the water as I was told.
Now it's okay. I'm sure your husband will return to normal.
Saying so to himself and to your greatness, Yumiel also stroked his cheek.
In a hot bathroom. The girl just strokes her husband's cheek.
To be touched. To heal. To him unspeakable, as he calls.
Yumiel continued to stroke her gentle, gentle, noble cheek.
"... what kind of impotence did you have this time"
After a while, pompous, she leaked the word.
"... Also, did you fight for someone"
Stop stroking your hand and Yumiel speaks to your greatness.
"... like when I fell. Like when Mr. Rootoo came. Were you also fought alone?"
As he spoke, Yumiel's hand fell back powerless, and eventually, he fell into the hot tub.
"... in which, were you poisoned? Unusual poison."
Raising the gaze that was lowering with his hands, Yumiel sees the face of your greatness. But his eyes remain untouched….
To its painful appearance, Yumiel burst into tears.
And I swore.
"... I will be strong. Don't get your feet together. Don't let your husband leave you. To be able to stand next to you in times of need."
She stood up and swore.
"... I will be strong. Let your husband defeat enemies who have no enemies. To protect your husband from all demon hands."
Yumiel took the ring out of his nostalgia and swore.
"I'll be strong."
The ring glistened as if to echo her vows.