Isekai Ryouridou

The town didn't last longer than I'd imagined.

After about ten minutes of walking, the wooden building group disappeared plumply, and instead it appeared, in a sense, as if the flea market were more cluttered than before.

The left and right sides of the streets stretching north everywhere were so widely felled that stalls with roofs on wooden platforms, or merchandisers spreading cloths on the ground and arranging goods on them, were opening shops for people walking down the streets.

"Heh. Wow, this is it"

The bulk of what is sold is food, mainly vegetables.

You know, I saw it in the food pantry at Lew's house, numerous vegetables - tinos like lettuce I took care of last night, praws like bumpy eels, bright red fruits like pumpkins and tomatoes, giant gobo that looked bigger than my height, creepy fruits like snakes wrapped around a tuna, etc., were also featured in the house.

After all, it's a street lodging town, so travelers are the main guests. I don't know what kind of meat it is, but they also sell giant smoked meat, fur capes, wooden and iron vessels, pans, and daggers and bows and arrows.

Totos, the terror island I just encountered, doesn't seem to be anything unusual in the land, and I see him frequently from earlier. Maybe it's the treatment of horses and cows in my world.

My head was still a little clammy, but still, I wasn't afraid or afraid, I was able to observe them in the eyes of curiosity and exploration.

And - after that, I've noticed one thing.

In this lodging town, more attention seems to be paid to Ai-Fa than to me.

Because there were really people of all races and all kinds of costumes going around here, I can see that my presence would be buried in it.

But then I think I'm a little wild dressed, but not enough to disrupt the harmony of the place.

It's not uncommon to wear fur clothes, and it's not uncommon to hang swords. Not a few women are exposed to their skin with a tougher outfit than Ey-Fa, and the one wearing the head fur of a cat carnivore unlike Giva, what a thing.

But still, there were many gazes gathered in Ai-Fa, and most of them were unfriendly.

I have a father who turns a blind eye to me.

There is a woman who hides behind a stall with a horrible look on her face.

Some guys ear to their neighbors with a grin.

Some people walk from the front and bypass us in a tight way.

In this land, it seemed that I was more of a heretic than I was.

Naturally, the gaze of curiosity was also directed at me, which leaned perfectly against that Ai-Fa, but such a thing just feels like an E-Fa spill.

(Well, the analogy of a wolf in a flock of sheep seems perfect.)

But Ai-Fa is just silently advancing her legs.

He doesn't look grumpy, he doesn't intimidate his surroundings all the time. in nature, just walking as supple as a wild leopard.

If there are so many people out there, some of them are disobedient.

Very occasionally, I can also see unreliable men drinking and laughing heavily since noon, badly resembled men in scratchy leather armor and complaining aloud about stall products.

But even them like that didn't feel like they were collecting as cold a gaze as I-Fa.

(No way... is this the one with the contempt eye for 'Giva Eating'?

If so, as long as I am angry.

Or rather serious anger creeps up from the bottom of my belly.

I have also heard that the people of the woods are exotic bloodlines flowing from the kingdom of the south. Are all these people here, people of the western kingdom? Even so, because the people of the woods gave their souls to God of the West already eighty years ago, aren't they already fine compatriots?

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know, but I couldn't help but get angry and angry anyway.

"... here," Ai-Fa says, stopping in front of one stall.

A small wooden stall with a rain-proof curtain.

Sitting inside was an old man so dead that he didn't know if he was a man or a woman.

Wearing a hooded cape from his head even though he's still good cheerful today, he's a nagging, odd old man with a massive wrist wrap around his fingers and sloppy, cursive ornaments.

The face peeking through its hood is flat crushed to the side, with a strange toad-like grin snapping at its mouth.

One eye is white, apparently losing light, and only the other pale green eye has stared back at us.

"Giva horns and fangs? How many heads?

Listening to your voice, you don't know your gender.

Besides, isn't it selling stuff here? There are just about three pieces of animal fur hanging from the pillars behind the old man that are not gibberish or gibberish, and I don't see anything that looks like a product.

"Four heads."

While answering, remove one of the jagged necklaces.

When it comes to four givahs, there are two fangs and two horns per head, which makes a total of sixteen.

But Ai-Fa had already finished as many as five givahs in the past half month or so, and yet had also received nine blessings from the Lew family, so there were still more horns and fangs left on its chest than when I first met him.

The old man, who received the ornament from Ai-Fa, burst into pieces with only one green eye, and sneered at the white surface with a cracked fingertip on the crust.

"There's quite a mix of big guys. Did you do all this?

"Yes."

Does that mean that the nine bottles given in the blessing are still in its chest?

I know I just put it up for sale in the old order, but it makes me a little happy.

"It's a big deal. The well-armed hunter said it was like the foundation of life for us," and so on, and the old man bent over and hid himself under the tree.

Jarrah, jarrah, a metallic tone sounded, and eventually when the old man woke up, his hand was gripped with a small bag of cloth and a small metal stick of just three.

It's a lot oxidized and blackened, but probably the material is copper. It is about 10 cm long and about 2 cm wide and crumbles flat, its thickness is about 5 mm. It also looks like an engraving is struck in the middle of something, but the old man's fingers get in the way and it doesn't look good.

"This guy's got my heart set up. First, four whites, eight reds, check it out."

Ey-Fa, who receives the cloth bag, punches the contents over the table.

The same metal bars the old man has in his hands - no, smaller plates than bars? A small sheet of metal scattered there with Jalala.

So I finally saw the engraving clearly, but it was a whirlpool pattern that didn't make sense to me.

Ai-Fa's supple fingertips account for that metal plate.

The dull silver one, four.

The black copper one, eight.

"... Indeed"

"Well, so is this guy."

Three copper-coloured metal plates, which were held in the hands of the old man, are layered on top of them.

"I'm here," he snapped low, and Ai-Fa put them back in the bag.

"Looks like things have been getting noisy around here lately, so be careful not to be taken. I wonder if the people in the castle know the thankful adage that the dead Kimmus can't give birth to eggs after all they've thought about squeezing them from us."

I'm sorry, but I don't either.

"Then," he discards, and Ai-Fa flinches himself.

An old man's squeaky voice snapped on my back as I tried to follow it.

"You're a man in town, but you're dressed as a 'giva eater'. I've never seen anyone like that before.... that beautiful-faced hunter put you up to this?

Oh, were you even a discriminator to this old man who was doing business with the people by the woods?

I got cocky, but I showed some sociability there before, and I let him thumbs-up.

"Gibba is unscrupulously delicious.... Now excuse me"

When I finally turned my back on the stall that way, Ai-Fa waited for me two meters.

"What are you doing? Don't leave me. You're like hanging this copper coin from your neck. There are no fools near the woods who take away the fangs and horns of others, but this is the territory of the stone capital."

"Oh. You sure look like a stone under your feet"

Gah, gah, and I'll kick him in the heel.

Speaking of which, these shoes have been rubbing off a lot too.

"… next, Aria and Poitan"

Ai-Fa goes further on her legs.

Looks like we're getting somewhat less and less crowded.

The stalls are getting sparse, and my vision opens up a little.

"Ah..."

Then I saw something outrageous again.

To the left of our direction of travel, beyond the rows of shrubs that grew in the back of the outdoor shopping area - a gray stone wall was seen.

There must still be considerable distance, but all the gaps in the shrub have been filled with that gray.

"... of the castle of Genos, it's a stone wall," Ai-Fa also looks at you for a moment and discards it with an emotionless voice.

"It is the castle of the Marquis of Genos, ruling the people by the woods in the name of the Western god Selva"

"Hmmm......"

I didn't have any feeling about it.

I just had a few negative feelings about the people over there who pushed their current identities against the people by the woods.

God could not have known - that the day would come when I could find a small place in a forest settlement while being flown into such a different world, relative to the highest power in Genos, which is pervading that stone wall, in the not so distant future, etc.