- Since I decided to take Elvira to Fralia, but I couldn't immediately move on to action. Not only did I have to compile some reports of my expedition training, but Arnold was too busy doing something to get his time together.
Still somehow I was taken by Arnold, who tore out some time, with Mr Merzedes, Elvira, and I was rocked by a carriage to visit the land of Flaria again. Approximately a month has elapsed since the expedition training, but it is slightly colder than last time. It's the winter season of my last life.
Although there are no distinct four seasons in this world like Japan in previous life - snow falls all year round in the countries of the north and warm all year round in the countries of the south - there are nevertheless some temperature changes depending on the period. As for the current of the year, it is basically the same as Japan in its previous life. Probably thinking about making it easier for the Japanese, the majority of "Last Brave" players, to get used to it. It was hard to tell just playing "Last Brave," but there is a unit called Year, which is divided into twelve months, with shifts similar to Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
"Elvira, are you okay? Isn't it cold?"
The brunette girl sitting around looking tired next door - speaking to Elvira. Then she shook her head without force as she sifted.
"Look, I see Flaria. Let's get ready to go down."
Thin green hair shakes over Elvira. The woman with her red eyes narrowed - Mr. Merzedes smiled at me and Elvira, then accidentally frowned and looked back. And a brunette man sitting next to Elvira in the opposite direction - slapping Arnold on the shoulder. He's been asleep ever since he got in the carriage.
"Look, Arnold! We're almost there!
Arnold raised his face, whose shoulders were rubbed by Mr. Merzedes and he was leaning down in a slow motion. And I looked around in a slightly younger way than usual, not knowing the situation well in my sleep.
In doing so, I see each other. It's been a long time since I've had my glasses removed while I was leaning down, involving black eyes and gaze that weren't over the lens. It wasn't my fault, there was a darker neighborhood carved into my eyes than usual.
I've been busy trying to squeeze it out for three days. Given the travel time, your stay in Fralia will be a little over a day. It's a form I applied for on the second day of the holidays and added another day. We must go straight to the spring water and return immediately.
"It gives me a little bit of a disconcerting guidance, but I'll show you"
Out of a stopped carriage, I walked out in such a way as to lead Mr Merzedes, Elvira and Arnold.
The first goal is the inn. During his expedition training, he was taken care of by Mr. Emiliana's mansion, so he had a lot to go by, but this would be the first time he had stepped inside. - In this world, there is a prerequisite.
Receive the keys after accepting them at your accommodation. Since this inn has only two rooms available, it took the form of two rooms naturally.
"The inn took two rooms for two. The room division..."
"Me and El, my master and Ampere would be natural."
That's what Arnold has been offering his hand. Place one key over its palm. Obviously he wants to lie down as soon as possible, looking tired, he took his sister's hand and went up the stairs leading to the room.
As well as serving as a conditioner, Arnold seemed to have recently been relied upon by the Knights as a mage. Alnort is aware of his talent, though it was something he felt thin about. I know I'm better than people. And there's a verse that thinks it's natural to be relied upon by others.
I'm not proud of you. It is a spirit of service, if you will, to give to those who do not possess the gift given.
"Let's take the day off too, Laura"
Mr. Merzedes winks at me for trying to snatch the room key from my hand and taking it away. Following the back of a beautiful woman (one) who still doesn't make me feel old, I also stepped into the room again.
Due to the short length of stay, I naturally also brought a small amount of luggage. Mr. Merzedes accidentally opened his mouth as he sat there on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.
"... you heard about Mr. Annette, didn't you?
Annette. Tension stuck all over the room on that name.
From the stories your master told me, I knew that Mr. Merzedes knew Mr. Annette in some way.
"Yes, well... you knew Mr. Merzedes, too"
I don't know what the right answer is to give it back, but I whine in a small voice to pinch and repeat the words with my mouth. But my voice did seem to rock Mr. Merzedes's eardrum, she took a small breath, Phew, and then began spinning words in a tone that made her nostalgic for the old days.
"My father was a stranger, and in his late years, he became an apprentice to the human concoction. Master Berta's first apprentice."
Mr. Merzedes' father. That person is the first apprentice.
Him and Mr Merzedes, Mr Caspel, and me. All four apprentices taken by the famous chef Berta will now know.
"I am a child born after my father became an apprentice to Master Berta. That's why I was born in the capital. Although my father used to bring us back to his village when it came to his hometown."
Mr. Merzedes' father, then born, was apprenticed to a master who worked as a King's genus conditioner in Wang Du. Then it follows that her twin brother, Mr. Oliver, is also from Wang Du.
And I guess the village that I used to return to is the one where Arnold and Elvira were also born.
"Mr. Annette... Annette was like my sister. Oliver was born weak, and at the same time weak, so he swung a lot at the younger Annette."
I do not know the exact age difference with Mrs Merzedes because I do not know how many years ago the hell Mrs Annette lost her life, but it seems that Mr Merzedes was older.
Mr. Merzedes was lowering his eyes to love his memories of the past.
"Along the way, I joined the little Caspel Boy and had a good time parenting with Annette and me and Oliver imitating the way things looked..."
- Caspel boy. Shoulders bounce on that name.
This is the second time I've heard his name by accident. I don't know how it happened, but did the Merzedes take care of Mr. Caspel, who was still young, because of the word "raising a child"?
There's just one thing I need to make sure of before I go around thinking about it.
"Caspel boy, now King's cook..."
"Yeah, it's that caspel. Looks like you've been walking the birth course for a long time. That little boy..."
I was almost certain, but I still seem to be pretty sure about my boss, Mr. Caspel.
Knight or palace service. Did you have a concoctor again or someone to work for the royal castle to your parents? The parents and Master Berta were close, family friends, you know...
Mr. Merzedes leaned down, speculating about his involvement with Mr. Caspel and his masters, where there are still many unclear parts. Long, beautiful hair creates a shadow in her face.
"Since Annette found out she had autopsy, Laura would have heard about it too. After Annette died, your master disappeared without telling us anything either. I've been searching for you until I found you in Emme's village."
I told no one anything, and your master seems to have come to the village of Emme. The inhabitants of Emme's village, a closed village for better or worse, did not go in depth and were at a certain distance that Obaba, a conditioned maniac, had emigrated. Maybe that would have been comfortable if I had tried it from her.
No one knows his past, no one tries to expose it.
Neither are the residents who leak outside the village, such as the stranger Obaba came to the village - now it is time for me to go out to the King's Capital and Petra is out to work in the city, but basically the lives of the people in Emme's village are complete in the village - it should have been quite a hassle to find a master.
"The master who finally reunited wasn't different from his old master. But I accepted Annette's death, rather than giving up everything..."
So once the words were cut, Mr Merzedes raised his face. There was a gentle grin on his face.
"Then I interacted regularly, but I was very surprised the day I heard I took a disciple. And I was even more surprised that your master himself tried to visit me because he wanted to make things better for a good disciple."
Close your mouth once. And he opened his mouth again, looking firmly into my eyes, carefully one by one, trying to choose the words.
"I wonder if your talent sparked your master's intellectual curiosity... No, maybe, unconsciously, you expected your talent. He said he might be able to find a cure for the autopsy that took everything from him."
I know that the presence of a master's disciple, spoken of from Mr. Merzedes's mouth, is me, but I don't feel it. The story of the distinguished concoctor Berta's brilliant apprentice, told by Ms. Merzedes, somehow passes through her ears like any other HR.
- No, I can't take it exactly. The fact that I am "that far.” Too heavy a fact that your talent is trying to change your master's mind.
"So is Arnold. I met a genius more than myself named you, and while I was teething, I was finding hope. Laura said she might be able to save her sister."
- Expectations that can be directed are heavy. Horrible.
I wanted to scream that I wasn't such a big person. But that was no match, and what I managed to squeeze out was the pitiful tremor of "no..."
It was something I had felt thin before. That there are people who expect something from their talents and entrust it to them. Why do you feel bottomless fear when that is so proud of you? That's because I'm the least believer in the talent I've been given, because I'm nobody, myself.
Why I - Laura Ampere has been given the talent of a conditioner. If "Last Brave" Laura Ampere also had such a portrayal, God (the staff) would have made it so, even if it was unfounded. But since such a setting could not be read from "Last Brave" Laura, I am still deep down in my chest questioning my talent.
Different memories exerted only for things related to formulation. Somehow, a formula that works in. Because I feel like I haven't been able to do enough to back up my strength, my anxiety is constantly attached like a shadow that one day suddenly this talent will fall zero out of my hands.
If I open the literature one day, I might not be getting one in my head.
If one day we start to formulate, we may not know anything about the fireworks.
- I leaned down, and Mr. Merzedes' warm hand touched my shoulder, which was about to be drunk from my feet into the dark. If I looked up all the time, I could see into my eyes with Mr. Merzedes with a look that made me feel as merciful as my mother.
"Tell me this, don't feel too bad, though you might think. Although Laura does have a rare talent, because Laura's life belongs to Laura. If you say so, it's not your duty to be kind."
- It's not an obligation. The words made my shoulders slightly lighter, while at the same time making my chest feel much more clogged.
Yes, it's not an obligation. It's just a “favor” I got from Arnold personally. But for Lukersch's sake, for Arnold's sake, and for this world's sake, it's a “favor” I can never say no to.
Take a few big deep breaths, then nod "yes". In order to respond to that, Ms Merzedes deepened her grin and indicated her willingness not to continue the conversation any longer: "Let's take a break now".
I find my expectations heavy because I find them horrible because they don't come with strength. Because I'm not sure about myself. Then you just have to gain the strength and confidence to live up to your expectations.
If you notice, you have passed the Wang Chemist Apprenticeship Exam and in a few months it will be about a year. I've been having some busy days since I became an assistant, and although I can't actually take the time to allocate for myself that way, I thought it might be a good idea to go back to where I started and study conditioning once.