Five days have passed since they were brought to the village of Seylan.
Although I have managed to live long enough, my life here runs out of “inconvenience” words.
First of all, I can't use the magic guide. It's the most preliminary and the biggest factor.
Sometimes it's because it's a closed environment or the absolute number of magic tools is low. But to be more precise, it would be more correct to describe the magic guide as not functioning.
Although I'm not sure how it works, some influence is preventing me from converting magic into magic. Sensibly the same thing that was happening in the dungeons of the Royal Castle.
It's a struggle to start the fire you need to get the lights and warmth, and the water has to go out of its way to get to the creek.
And lack of seasoning.
Meals are vegetables and cereal-centric and a little short for me, who was accustomed to the taste of the city.
I thought I had this for the first couple of days, but I didn't have any variations in the flavor, so I was quick to get bored.
and raise his face to the sound of a modest knock.
"... Um, is this the place called the Penance Hut?
"A little different, but come on in."
Invite in the elf woman who peered her face through the half-opened door and let her sit in the front chair.
I look around for a moment and water her out in a restless manner.
Until recently, it was in ruins. I want you to miss being thinly dirty everywhere.
- The penance cabin.
It was about three days ago that the coarse hut that was appreciated became known as that.
Because it is basically a self-sufficient environment, or the uneaten stance of the unworkable was more pronounced than in the city.
I mean, you can't survive without working.
The quickest way to do this is to help people with fields and livestock, but I don't have the strength or guts to engage in manual labor.
So I started at the Penance Hut, also known as the Fortune House.
It's just right to earn the trust of the villagers, and nature and information gather in the course of your troublesome consultation.
It's better to make him talk than to ask. It's like the north wind and the sun.
"... that's why"
"Well, you're right to break up with a guy like that. Look, there's a thick line between your left index finger and the base of your middle finger, right? This represents having a strong will not to rule"
Hold the hand offered and gently look at the place.
"You are an independent, fine woman. But sometimes I want to leave my choices to someone. So I want to build a happy family with the same values and mutual respect."
Right? And tilting her neck, the elf woman opened her eyes.
"Wow... it's all hitting me! I never told anyone!
"Palms are engraved with people's lives. So if you look, you can read not only the past, but the future."
That said, women make their eyes shine even more.
Fortune is superb entertainment for villagers who have no entertainment, no excitement and no new encounters.
It doesn't matter if that's the illusion of the Burnham effect.
"Tell me, Rosie. What's going on with my future? Can we go around with nice men?
I laugh bitterly and think back to the memories I've collected so far.
This woman - her name is definitely Millace.
The appearance of what I don't know about my real age is in my early 20s, with loose, wavy blonde hair and sleepy eyes with lowered eyes creating a soft atmosphere.
And the lover enemy of another woman who visited us yesterday for consultation as a guest.
Apparently, the man in mind is favoring me, but I don't even care if it feels like Millace put a little exploration into it.
It is easy to introduce a love that is certain to bear fruit. If you make the man aware as your destiny opponent, the two of you will always stick together.
But in this short conversation, we don't even know it's compatible. A man doesn't even know who he is in the first place.
Well, I wonder what's going on.
"... Hmm"
"What do you think?
Millace takes my hand back, rides himself out and brings his face closer.
Regardless of whether you're after it or not, it's a structure that's likely to be misunderstood from the side.
——
And, we both gaze at the window.
"Rosie, did you hear that?
"It's a woman scream. Sounds like it's not your fault."
Open your door and go outside with Millace.
You heard the screams as well, and many villagers were gazing in the direction of hearing voices with anxious faces.
"What's over there?
"Um, fields and houses...... I wonder if there's more cemeteries"
"Another cemetery? All right, let's just go."
"What, hey, Rosie, are you serious!?
A glimpse of Milace looking panicked before walking out.
Something definitely happened from the upset of the villagers.
If so, then naturally a police autonomous organisation should visit the investigation discerningly.
If you get active there, it will be a stepping stone to gaining credibility.
If we do well, we may be able to access the secret information as well.
"It should be somewhere not so far away because I heard screams in the house. You can go home, Mr. Millace."
"Even if you say it's not far away, Rosie's a kid, right? You can't let her go alone..."
"Then follow me."
"Ugh, yeah."
A few minutes of walking with millet.
I could somehow imagine what was happening ahead of me to the scorching smell of my nose.
"Hey, hey, what's this..."
"There's no big smoke up there. Then it's not a fire."
"Well, this smell... ooh"
Millace groans while holding her mouth.
At the end of her gaze is a woman who enters.
Multiple barrels and puddles rolling on the ground.
And the identity of a strange odor drifting around.
"... That's right. I also wanted to refrain from rare incidents so far. No, I'm not talking about baking."
It wasn't a funny joke, I sigh as I think.
The black lump that used to be a person hanging on the tombstone - the burnt body was there.