Suddenly, I felt a blinding glare.
Then I hit him back and forth to escape. Yeah, and
"Master Laura, it's a pleasant morning. Yikes!
I remembered the fact that I was on a business trip right now to a lovely voice that I wasn't familiar with yet.
Consciousness awakens gradually. Still, to me still sleeping eyes, Mr. Emiliana came with a grinning, dazzling smile.
Good morning. Good morning.
"Good morning..."
Mr. Emiliana's smile is an unbeatable glare at the light of the sun through the window.
"Breakfast is ready, so please call me when you're ready."
Leaving that word behind, she left the room.
Wow, and one big stretch, and I woke up in a panic that I might sleep twice as I sat in bed like this. And once you've stretched your back a long time, you look inside the room.
After that, it was the aristocratic mansion ruling the region, as “I” remembered, who was guided by Mr. Emiliana. Because of that, I wonder if Mr. Emiliana will hit the young lady of this house, and she is putting herself as the fiancée of the young lord.
Me and Arnold were guided into a magnificent room of extra size by ourselves. "Because we asked you to call us," smiled Emiliana to me, bewildered by this welcome.
Finish your duties and head out into the hallway. Then the door of the room just across the street also opened, from which Arnold came out.
While I'm surprised at the right time, I make sure my greetings are well exchanged.
"Good morning, Mr. Arnold"
"Did you sleep?
"Yes, slowly"
There are no lies in that word. The bed was fluffy on top of the large one and I put it to a more comfortable sleep than the royal castle dorm room bed, which I am honestly accustomed to.
"It's been a while since today. Keep your sleep tight."
I laugh bitterly at things that purposely inflate my anxiety.
Neither way, two people walked out the hallway side by side. The aristocratic mansion that governs this city is well cleaned to the corners of the corner. The wine red carpet at your feet is also very elegant, not too flashy.
I laughed bitterly at how expensive it is to take one of the vases I see there, the digits are exactly different from the ones I keep in my dorm room, etc., and that's natural too.
The city, and the Platonovena region, are also particularly vast in the country. When I say country here, I mean the country Ostria, where Chevalia is the king's capital.
Now to describe the countries that make up this world, the great powers are located in the west and east respectively. It is big enough to be said to make up more than half of the world in these two countries, and it is the country - Ostria - where I live, with a big country spreading east.
And this city, which is currently stationed, also belongs to the State of Ostria. I've traveled quite a long time, but I haven't crossed the border. The Wangdu is located relatively south of the country, and this time we are visiting the nearest city to the north of the country, so it is certain that we are traveling a considerable distance.
In other words, what are you trying to say, it is easy to imagine how much gold and power you have if you become a nobleman within a great power, which also governs a particularly wide territory. I don't even care to stick together, I'm a genuine power man.
While I was touring the crap idea, I was even coming right in front of my destination. There was no conversation with Arnold, but the silence with him doesn't bother me the earliest.
The current large double-open door was opened. Then at the end of the door was an elongated dining room spread out vertically, with two passengers already seated in a chair. Several servants refrain beside them.
One of the shadows sitting on the chair is Mr. Emiliana. And next door, a man with silver hair.
"Good morning, Mr. Alec"
"Good morning, Mr. Arnold, Mr. Laura, from today on"
Light, pale, watery eyes narrowed.
He is the master and young lord of this mansion, Alec Platonovena. Its appearance of shades reminiscent of ice and cold and a scarily neat face makes it look like a cold person at first glance, but the smile on its face is calm.
I would be less than 30 years old. Very young as a lord. I remember hearing from the city NPC that I never had the opportunity to be so touched on during the making about him, but that my father, a former lord, did die early and became an unusual early incumbent.
"Master Arnold, Master Laura, this way, please."
Alec's eyes, staring at Emiliana, who well guides us to her seat, are filled with tenderness and inclusiveness. I guess you love her, and it seemed like you could tell by one glance.
It was not obvious but definite love drifting between the two of them that struck me.
A few years later, no, I'm sure it will be soon. You'll make a lovely couple.
With my thoughts on the near future, I decided to get a sumptuous breakfast.
The Platonovena branch had a very heavy atmosphere, to put it blush.
In the morning, he visited a bright white building with Arnold that was likely to be buried in the snow. The building, not so far from the mansion where you are staying, was built in such a way as to crush the private house in my memory.
Apparently, this is the Platonovena branch. The only one who welcomed us through the door, Mr. Vilma and the other, a male cook. I was wondering if the other cooks were caged in the back room and making preparations in the morning.
"The Platonovena branch still only has me and him as the concierge. Just look at it. It's fine."
Mr Vilma seeped colorful fatigue into his smile and said so.
I look up to Arnold unexpectedly. But he didn't move a single eyebrow, staring at the front.
Aren't you surprised to hear the current story? Or were you listening to me originally?
There are only two concierges in a large region and a large city. I can also snort that recovery drugs are not formulated in time in such an environment. Rather, I was surprised what the two of us have done so far.
When time is wasted, get to work quickly.
The herbs in his hands were drier than those of Wang Du, and furthermore, he saw a lot of pain at the tip of the leaves. I guess herbs don't grow the way I think they do in this part of the country where it snows all year. Even though it was transported from somewhere else, the more time passes after picking it up, the more the herb gets damaged.
A land where the herbs do not grow satisfactorily for two cooks.
I had intended to, but I realized once again that I was able to do whatever I wanted in a privileged environment. My boss, who acknowledges my talents, is blessed with seniors, and gracious contemporaries - and this situation can't last forever.
No matter where you go or under any circumstances, you have to do your job as well as Mr. Vilma and the others.
Make, make, make. Get some rest, go pick some indoor herbs, and make it again. Eat your dinner, make it.
Work proceeded carefully to ensure that less medicinal herbs were not wasted. Because of this, although it did not require that much advanced technology, fatigue was steadily accumulating.
- You go home now.
That's what Arnold calls me, and I look up. If you looked at the clock placed on the wall, the end of your training in Wangdu had already passed.
When.
As soon as I became aware of the passage of time, my shoulders became heavier to see how tired I was. Honestly, my desire to rest has twitched, but Arnold, as well as Mr. Vilma and the others, are still not getting home. Only one of them was hesitant that the bottom end would go home.
"Oh, but..."
"Go home and rest."
It was a tone and expression that did not say yes or no. If I say I'll stay, I'm going to be pissed.
I start shitting and going home. That said, I'm almost handy. Immediately the support was over, leaving the front of the table with the parrot.
"Excuse me first"
That's what I say before I leave the mixing room. Then each of the seniors, still in tune, nodded and smiled - except Arnold - and dropped me off.
Just look at me. When I leave the fine building, the cold wind pounds on my cheeks. If you look in the direction of progress with your shoulders shrugged unexpectedly, there - what a standing of Mr. Emiliana. He's got a big back down his hands, and he's got a lot of baggage.
"Master Laura."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm here to pick you up"
Eh, and to my spilled voice, she laughs as lighted.
"Oh, my God, it just happened... eheh"
The smile was so adorable that I didn't think of it as an older woman.
Apparently, Mr. Emiliana was out on business, too. Big baggage on both hands would be about that appointment. Perhaps even thinking about preparing dinner for this evening - I reconsidered that would be a job for the servants to do. The scale of my life and hers is completely different.
Two, Mr. Emiliana stretches out her back to peek behind me, then tilts her neck.
"Isn't Master Arnold with you?
"They're going to work a little more. I said go home first."
Ha ha, and if you laugh bitterly, Emiliana frowned, "Don't make it impossible," she said.
That breaks the conversation. But that was convenient for me, and I cut out a topic that I had been curious about earlier just because it was here.
"That's a lot of baggage, huh? I'll hold it."
"Yes, no! That's what we do to our customers......!
"Never mind, it's pretty much a handful"
Look, and let me wave both hands. Still, she showed hesitation in front of me, but I guess it was still heavy. I kept the look on my sorry face and "thank you" for the big baggage I was putting on my right arm.
When they gave it to me, I didn't mean to see it, but I saw the contents of the package. I was convinced of the weight on my arm that there were many books in there that were beautiful and so heavy.
"Books, are you going to be read?
"Oh, no, Master Arnold asked me to..."
To Mr Emiliana's answer, I turn my eyes round.
At the same time, I recall. Another reason why he visited this city. Maybe what he wants to ascertain, has to do with these books.
Nevertheless.
"Even though I'm busy, I can't believe I asked a woman for something heavy like this"
Even if you are too busy at work during the day to go to the library. Even though I can't imagine how much it would weigh if I asked for this many books at once.
Mr. Emiliana smiled bitterly at the words I spilled. Even if a Guest says something bad about another Guest, they'll just have trouble reacting.
I should have thought a little more and spoken, while regretting, I looked half unconsciously at the luggage at hand to distract from awkwardness and shabbiness at hand. That's when the letters on the back cover of one book popped into my eyes.
"Heritage passed down to the Platonovena region......?
Heritage. To that word, I stop. And I rushed to check the back cover of the other books.
They were mostly literature about the region. It can be history, it can be terrain, it can be research material left behind by scholars in this region. I could confirm some of those words: legend, heritage. One more piece of literature about thick demons.
- Behind my brain, one possibility came up.
Mr. Emiliana, suspicious of me for stopping her leg, asks me how it is. While I felt my gaze on the side, my gaze said without moving from the back cover of the book.
"Mr. Emiliana, I'll give this to Mr. Arnold from me"
That night, when the sun was completely set, Arnold finally returned to the mansion.
"Good luck. This is the book that Mr. Arnold asked Emiliana to do."
You were surprised that it was given to you by me, not by Mr. Emiliana, who was asking for it, but with a slight round of eyes, Arnold took it.
Arnold peeks into the contents of the received package. I nodded lightly, satisfied with the lineup of literature being placed side by side in the bag.
His black eyes lie down at me. I thought perhaps they would say thank you for keeping my luggage, and opened my mouth before that.
"Is this about Elvira?"
To my inquiry, the motion stops. But I didn't mind continuing with the words.
"My master told me. At the moment, there's no way to cure autopsy without relying on legends and legacies."
As he noticed, Arnold took one breath and took a book out of his luggage. And open a page towards me.
What was depicted there was a beast-shaped demon. Huge horns, red eyes on sharp nails. The lines of the body are so convex that it is unnatural whether the muscles have developed too much. The hair covering my body was a horrible deep purple, and I felt the difference just at first glance.
If you make a metaphorical representation, you look like the boss of a dungeon.
"They say if you fry and drink the horns of this demon that lives in this land, any difficulty will heal"
While explaining so, Arnold put his arms together with a difficult face.
I see. At the same time that Arnold was convinced that he wanted to come to the city and make sure, “I” stared at the illustration of the demon with a suspicious eye.
I don't know such a monster, “I”.
"It seems that this demon rarely shows up in public, but there have been multiple eyewitnesses in the past. It does live in this land.... but I don't know if it's true that this demon horn works like that."
It seems that the existence of this demon is quite certain anyway, keeping in mind the memory of “me”.
But assuming it existed, it's a demon that looks mighty to see. Getting this demonic horn would be an immediate crusade. No matter how much Arnold had genius witchcraft talent, I wonder if he can't fight very hard on his own.
Think of an earlier demon in the back of your brain and think with your gaze down. One person sank into the sea of thought completely forgetting the presence of Arnold in front of him.
- Because of that, I couldn't react immediately to the words that rocked my tympanic membrane the next moment.
"That's funny."
"... Huh?
I don't know what I'm talking about.
Huh, and a grin in Arnold's mouth. The laugh was like mocking yourself.
I shook my head in a hurry, surprised by Arnold, who spilled words similar to weak sounds. The reaction was half-reflective in front of a concerned senior, but no, that's why my heart popped out.
He is trying to dedicate his life to his future, at the end of the day, for his sister, who suffers from difficulty.
"Oh no! So... so wonderful, I think you're my brother... really"
Arnold's face, laughing at himself as funny, was shadowed. The eyes were shaking, like an anxious little child.
It's not funny. Hell no. You must be the best brother to Elvira.
I couldn't spin the whirlpool words well enough, I just shook my neck wide.
To me like that, Arnold laughs all the time again. No, he seemed more relieved than laughing.
Multiple times softer than usual - precisely, weaker - reactions, force falling out of the shoulder. He had a strong body at some point. That gave him some leeway and opened his mouth again. The tone was also restoring calm.
"I'm refreshed with swords and witchcraft... but if there's anything I can do to help, tell me.... you're counting on my talent, aren't you?
I say it in a slightly joking tone to make the sunken air surf a little. Then Arnold turned his eyes round and looked at me, then untied the arm he was putting together.
An unraveled arm wanders through the universe. And that palm grabbed something, lightly gripped in the air a few times - hesitantly, placed on my shoulder.
"Get some rest."
Yes.
Smile small, snort.
I'm sure Arnold will load that literature late at night.
I'll go to the library tomorrow, too, after work. You may find something caught in my memory again.
Yes, I made up my mind.