Isekai Ryouridou

And the next day.

It is the thirtieth day of the blue moon.

Finally, a second meeting between the forest chiefs and the power of Castle Genos was to be executed after less than half a month.

It's not like something will end on this day.

Rather, this will be the day of the beginning.

To correct the relationship between the woodland and Genos, which has been distorted by snoring, to uncover the identity of a mysterious man named Cycleus, the Donda-Loux go down to town, shouldering the end of the woodland.

Was Cycleus really using the Sung family to satisfy his greed?

Where is the sincerity of that word to hand over everyone in the Sung family to the castle?

How does Camua-Josh or Melfried work?

Can the people by the woods continue to live as hunters in the Morga woods?

Can Fa's house continue to do business in the lodging town,

I don't doubt this day will be a turning point, even if it doesn't have to be a day of rest.

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Whatever - it didn't make any difference what we do.

Go down to town as usual and judge the food as usual. Just in case you were accompanied by two hunters as escorts, nothing else makes a difference.

In addition, the people of the Inn Town and others have not even been informed that it is that such talks will take place, so there is no change at all in the guests' feet.

Before opening the store, all thirty customers lined up, and after finishing the first rush of the morning, two people took breaks at a time, after which they were chased by the correspondence of the visitors who arrived slightly. Everything runs as normal as usual.

"Well, I wonder if it's time for my dads to come down from the woods."

It was Rudd-Lou who gave a swallowing voice behind the stall.

This time too, he was chosen as an escort by the young people so as not to intimidate the people of the Inn Town as much as possible.

Another escort stands between a stall and a stall and flies his gaze across a very subtle street.

It's Ai-Fa, the head of my Fa's house.

At any rate, the Lew family is in a period of rest, so they were in a position to give as many manpower as they wanted, but Ai-Fa volunteered to buy another escort and left.

Most importantly, all this time it should end up as an unnecessary long object, such as an escort.

Because unless your relationship with Castle Genos, such as the escort, breaks down without saving you, your turn is not supposed to come.

If I returned the back, I would nevertheless have to think of putting on an escort, and this status quo was also proof that I had not established a definite relationship of trust with the people of the castle.

"Ah, it's Rud-Lew!," his energetic voice suddenly echoes back and forth.

And then he rushes over to the stall, a little shadow - Tara, the beloved daughter of Dora's father, the vegetable seller.

Behind the stall, Rudd-Lou, who seemed bored by the luggage car, also shouted "Yikes" and advanced his legs.

"That's a hiccup, chick. You weren't at the store in the morning, were you?

"Yeah! I was just back home with my dad's use!

Tara, a little girl with burnt brown hair and eyes, smiles happily. This girl, who has also been a regular customer since the beginning of the store, was no longer almost entirely frightened of the people by the woods, the people involved in the stalls.

"... Rudd-Lou, don't leave your place. What are you going to do if you get behind my back?

And, I = fa can say in a low voice.

but Rudd-Lou said, "Hmm?," he tilted his neck like he was wounded.

"It doesn't make you feel that tingly, does it? If you had to be so vigilant, you'd be manning three or four people from the beginning."

"Even so, it's only natural to do the best you can with the number of people on the spot"

"It's okay. Totos, the baggage trucks are on the wall. You'll soon find out if anyone comes near you from behind."

"Can you use Gill as a shield or something!... Enough, I'll turn back"

As can be deduced from this conversation, only one person, Ai-Fa, remained nervous in the morning.

This time, some kind of raid is not expected, as was the case when Zazz-Sung or Tay-Sung. Moreover, since the talks are scheduled to begin in Jomtien, there are no factors such as how rough this morning can be.

I couldn't help but notice how I was doing with Ai-Fa, so I decided to put the stall over to Lara-Luu, who started chatting with Tara along with Rud-Luu, and turn my foot over there.

"Ey-fa, what's going on? Something's not right since we got down to town?

While Gill's neck was tied to a tree, Ai-Fa scoffed at me with her side.

"... I feel a strange gaze from time to time in the morning. You look like a poisonous needle with malice and hostility."

"Yeah? Is that true?... but, well, that's not how anyone sees the forest people anymore."

"It's not. I don't feel my gaze all the time, but it doesn't all feel like the same human gaze."

Then will someone even say they're watching us?

I'd like it to be because of Ey-Fa's temper if possible, but as long as I looked at its serious face, I didn't seem to be able to be that optimistic.

"But even if you were to keep an eye on us..."

When I was about to say so.

From the stall, Lara-Lew's "Shah!" I heard a screaming noise.

"What's up, Lara-Lew!?

I rush back to the stall.

In front of the stall, there was a long figure.

but instead, tara stands up properly, and rud-lu hasn't changed his standing position.

And Lara-Lew himself stood with his hands on his hips, and there were no signs of murder or anything else drifting anywhere.

"Oh, what a waste! I'm telling you, you're the one who slipped my hand, right? You can't give me back my copper coins, can you?

I wonder what the hell happened.

I went further with my legs along with the eye-fa that had accompanied me perfectly behind my back.

"Wow, what is this?

The reason for the scream was immediately known.

On the iron plate, the finished product, Myrmu Grill, was smashed.

The baked Poitan dough is loose and the meat, aria and chopped tinos are dispersed unbroken.

Lara-Lew turns his angry face at us as he drives them to the corner of the iron plate with a wooden slab so they don't burn.

"As you can see, this customer dropped the dish because of it! What a waste, no more!

I turned my gaze to the customer.

In a hooded skinned cape, skinny shaped lengths over 180 cm. The skin on the mouth peeking from the shadow of the hood is black. It is a customer of the people of the east.

For a moment, I thought it might be Schmiral.

But that imagination was abruptly taken off. With the hood on his back and his head bowed with regret, the long hair color behind his neck was a chestnut color that would not have been silver.

"Excuse me. I accidentally dropped it. You, not bad."

Language is also more fluent than Schmiral.

However, all the people of the east have such a similar appearance. The person was also slender, tall, and lean in the face of a typical Simian: a long cut eye on his face and a thin lip on his high nose.

However, its hair in a light hue and its pale eyes in an even lighter hue seemed quite unusual to the Sims.

Nevertheless, it is a crude phase that I don't hear much about dropping the dish on an iron plate.

The customer of the people to the east narrowed his eyes a little sadly, while revealing his cape only and his right half.

Its thin but muscled right upper arm is wrapped with a bandage of red blood.

"I can't use my right arm, so I'll take it with my left arm, I thought. Left arm, a little clumsy, so I dropped it. Teppanyaki, I'm sorry I tarnished you."

It was the first time I had ever seen an eastern people who, although it was probably obsessive, still skillfully oblivious to the Western language more than Schmiral.

Besides, is it because long stretched hair has a rare shade, or the atmosphere feels a little similar to that of Schmiral?

In short, he was a very attractive customer to me.

"Don't worry about it. Uh, wait a minute, please?

I didn't even drop it on the ground, so it would be a shame to waste this' meermoo grill '.

Nevertheless, it would be difficult to reproduce the original shape, as the baked poitan at the heart became all over the fat and juice of the iron plate.

If you say so already, the ingredients are scattered with chiseled tinos.

(Ok, then I'll make a thorough mess of it)

Firstly, all possible material was shredded from the Poitan fabric, and only the Poitan was picked up on the slab.

So, the ingredients left on the iron plate lean towards the center and pour only half of Myrmu's juice down to the wooden spoon, stirring in mind.

If Tina like cabbage gets a little soggy, she'll have had enough.

If we move him to a wooden dish, we'll have Poitan next.

Poitan also decided to cut it in pieces.

So, serve it in a wood dish and stir thoroughly.

"How about that? It doesn't look very pretty, but I don't think it makes that much difference in taste"

For the purpose I saw it, it was quite like a fried Chinese dish.

I think it's acceptable to me, but I don't know.

The customer was happy to relieve me.

I find myself unintentionally thrilled by the smile of the Sims, who are supposed to be ashamed of their emotional exposure.

"Thank you. Copper coin, it didn't have to be wasted. Oh, my God, thank you."

That's how the customers of the people of the east started eating an impromptu bowl of Myrmu with one left hand, even though they struggled a little using the wooden spoon I gave them.

So, he smiles happily ever after.

"Very delicious. Giva meat, it's delicious."

"Oh, thank you"

Speaking of which, since the Sims are speechless in the west in the first place, it may have been the first time they have exchanged so many words with a people in the east other than Schmiral.

"I, I injured my right arm. Work, I can't do it for a while. So, copper coins, how important. I really appreciate it."

After finishing the bowl of Myrmu with the utmost promptness, the customer told me so.

"I, Sanjula, am fine. Are you sure you want a name?

"Yes, I'm Asta from Fa's house."

"Asta at Fa's house. Me, I'll stay in Genos until the injury heals. I come to this stall every day to buy snacks."

"Thank you! I'm so glad you said that."

"Welcome, delicious food, glad to know"

The customer smiling softly - Rudd Rudd stares at Sanjula, the people of the east, from Lalla Rudd's side, and I Fa from my side, each one of them staring.

"Hey, you're going to be pretty good at this. How did you end up with a hand wound like that again?

And that's what Rudd-Lou said, seemingly impatient with curiosity.

Sanjula looks back at you wonderfully.

"Me, I'm traveling on Totos. That tototos, he stepped off his feet in the rocks. I fell from Totos and hit my right arm on a pointed rock."

"Oh, I see. Then I'm convinced a skill like yours has been wounded."

Sanjula blinks her eyes as strangely as possible.

"I'm just a windmill. Swordsman, no."

"Hmm? Still, you're pretty strong, aren't you?"

"... travel, it's something that's dangerous. Robbers, beasts, very dangerous. I brush my arms somewhat to protect myself."

Saying so, Sanjula smiled as if to haunt her.

And they're offering me an empty wooden dish.

"Thank you so much today. Meet Asta in the house of Fa, thank you Selva, the Father Western God"

"Huh? Isn't Sanjula a people of the east?

"Yes. My mother, the people of the east. But I grew up in the western kingdom. I, the people of the west."

Was Sanjula a mix of West and East?

But then, the question remained as to why the words of the west were followed a little. I just couldn't ask that many stepped questions.

"See you. I'll come back tomorrow"

That's how Sanjula put her hood back on and left in the south direction.

It was kind of a heartwarming moment, and I'm happy to be alone.

But the murderous conversation between the two of you, who don't seem to think so, came to my ear.

"Um, there's such a skill in town, too....... hey, ai-fa. You think I could beat him if I were you?

"If it's a five-minute condition, you can't lose. But a slight alarm would be an unacceptable battle."

Of course, it is Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou.

To Ai-Fa's unsolicited response, Rudd-Lou replied, "Yikes!," he whispers.

"Can I assure you that I-Fa can still win that? I don't know... I feel like I could win..."

"I don't know. He seemed like a man with arms, just like you."

"Oh, my God, then that means I'm stronger than I am!

"You thought it wasn't?

The degree of slaughter has increased.

It was a sign that an evil blemish was about to start, like every other time, so I watered "hey".

"That's just a customer, so don't give me any crazy thoughts, okay? Your arms may stand, but you were a gentle, gentle man."

"Hmm. It's just this conversation where you can tell if you're an enemy or an ally. You're the one who trusts others too easily."

"You're right about Ai-Fa. If the guy's in town, it's not enough for two escorts, is it?

After saying it that way, Rudd-Lou sneezed his yellow-looking hair around.

"Well, the fact that such a guy isn't gobbling is kind of a shame if you walk around town for a bit. Still, with an old man named Camuer-Josh, he's called a nobleman with gray eyes, and the people in town don't look very sweet either."

Speaking of which, both Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lu are powerful enough to be chosen as eight brave men in the Rudd family martial arts club.

It is unclear how much that strength will be reflected in action, but being so appreciated by those two means that the customer named Sanjula is not the most skilled.

(... I didn't seem like someone involved in such a rough thing because I did)

I was thinking about that, and Tara, who was totally out of mosquito nets, said, "It's time for Tara to go back!," he began to say out loud.

"Um, give me one Myrmu's and three Bubba-!

"Do you eat four? Wow, you."

"No! I'll take it to my uncles at the fabric store and pot shop!

Tara is puffy and angry, and Rud-Lew laughs at the shards.

So finally the bright air came back, and when one shrugged shoulder, Ai-Fa, tried to return to the rear position - a new customer arrived.

It is Dial, a girl with dark, still brown hair, and Larvis, his offering.

Seeing that look, Ai-Fa stopped her feet perfectly.

"Yes, welcome. Can I cook over here today?

"Yeah! I decided to eat every other day - So over here today!

Dial is smiling.

I can tell by the signs that Ey-Fa is watching for that on my shoulder.

As a matter of fact, after Schmiral left Fa's house last night, I was revealing the existence of this girl to Ai-Fa.

I thought I should tell him the identity of being a member of the Chamber of Commerce invited to Cycleus' private residence, and besides - if Ai-Fa were to go down to Accommodation Town as an escort, he decided that there was no possibility of face-to-face, and then he decided that he should punch everything out of his mouth before there were any more strange misunderstandings or mistakes.

Whether that decision was correct or not, as far as I'm concerned, was a tense occasion.

"Mm-hmm... that's a lot of people today, huh?

And, Dial makes his gaze around a lot.

Those beautiful green eyes capture Ey-Fa's appearance, or there the flames of glitter and disobedience began to burn.

"I don't mind that, but why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something to you?

"... I haven't done anything to myself, but I hear you've raised your hand to my family, daughter of the people of the South"

He advances to the side of me as I-Fa says in a low voice.

Finally, the cold sweat is unfolding.

"Or aren't you the one who put your hand up to Asta? It is rare to see the young daughters of the people of the south in this lodging town, so I made that decision."

"What? That I punched Asta? What does that have to do with you?

"It has something to do with it. Asta is my family."

When I checked sideways, Ai-Fa wasn't even sticking to reveal anger emotions.

It just seems that its surface is ultimately grumpy, and the light that must be calm in its blue eyes is blinking.

"Of course, I have to admit that Asta had an affair as well. But I don't even think the violence was right enough to leave a wound. I want you to behave carefully in the future."

"Family - what is a family!? Maybe you two are a couple!?

"Yes, no, I'm not a couple. It's a family living in the same house. No blood connection, but it's an important family."

To my response, Deal is going to have such a frustrating face.

"What's a family that's not even a couple? You mean Asta's been kept by this woman? In the western kingdom, you must be forbidden to have slaves other than the people of the north, right?

"Duh, I'm not a slave or a dog. Er, what should I explain..."

"I don't need an explanation. Anyway, all you have to do is observe the law and beware, daughter of the people of the South, to keep your hind fingers from anyone."

"Ugh! I don't want you to tell me anything about Asta! I apologized to Asta, and Asta forgave me! And yet, why do I have to be told from the side?

"So if we're going to be careful what we do in the future, we're offering not to be guilty. You're a mysterious daughter."

It seems to be some sort of mayhem.

Besides, it's probably the first time I've ever had an argument with a man in town. I guess I have to stick my body up here, but I have to try to clean things up - well, what's going on?

"Hey, let's calm down first!... hey, Deal, if I were to imitate you disrespectfully, even if a settlement had been reached between the two, sometimes your family would want to complain about something, right? That's what makes this Ai-Fa angry, so I want you to understand somehow!

"Uh, but..."

"Besides, I = fa. I appreciate you showing me around, but I already explained to you that one thing the other day was hands-on, right? We're very disrespectful and reflective, so we'll be fine in the future."

"But..."

A very dissatisfied face, yet the two of them held their mouths.

but the silence didn't last five seconds.

"Well, it was my fault I did raise my hand! It's bad for Asta to slap her rude mouth in the first place! I don't even have the muscles to preach to Asta like that!

"That's right. Are you the one who created the fuss? You're the one who needs reflection more than anyone else."

That's how Ai-Fa came to my ear with his mouth, and I said even more.

"... more or less, what about this girl that looked like a man? What you're wearing is just like a man, otherwise you're not a weak woman from anywhere"

So, he kicks me in the leg a bunch of times in the shadow of a stall.

"If you mistook me for a man, I wonder how martial arts faces are your daughters - your eyeballs are stuck in both for nothing, Asta?

"It's terrible. Isn't that just a little too much to say?

I lowly argued, too, that Ai-Fa said, "Hmm!" and turns that way in a grand way.

Looking at it, Lara-Rue was observing this sight with a lot of laughter, like Camua-Josh.

"Well, that's one order then, isn't it? I can rub it in right now, so please wait!

Get your mind back on it, I'm going to make Myrmu Grill.

In the meantime, Rudd-Lou had been watching Larvis tap behind Dial.

And - Larvis was also more watchful of Rudd-Lou.

Maybe this young man is on guard about Rudd-Lou and Ai-Fa hanging knives and swings in the hunter's outfit.

However, there was an atmosphere where there was no more nervousness in Rudd-Lou, just dealing with it because he had a disturbing eye.

"Oh, Asta, were you still in the stall!

and a group of architects appeared there somewhat.

Aldas, who was at the head of the line, laughs furiously as usual.

"Welcome! Looks like you're busy here, huh?

"Oh, finally, the work is due until tomorrow. If we extend it by a day, we'll be eating for it, so it's hard to get distracted."

He is Aldas, laughing and lowering his thick brow, saying, etc.

"Well, if you can eat Asta's food, you'll feel like you want to stay in Genos forever. I can't even say that, considering the copper coins I pay for my inn or tototoss shop... oh, I'm so sorry! Unless it's a sudden job, there's no chance of Genos coming here once a year."

"How long have you been saying the same thing? My wife and kids are waiting for me back home, right?

An old man with a murky face smashed Ardus' belly from below.

Then you turn to me again.

"... Asta, how much dried meat do you have left?

"Huh? Is it dried meat? Uh, that's all for today."

The dried meat is prepared only about two kilos per day.

When I showed him the contents of the leather bag, the old man said, "Not enough," he snapped.

"This is not good enough at all. I just want this ten times by tomorrow."

"Ju, ten times? What do you do with so much dried meat?

"Though it would be decided to eat on the way home? We've got eight of us, and it's gonna take us half a month to get home, so we're gonna need about ten times this."

That's what I said, and the old man just stumbled on my face.

"Ready? If I can't, I'll have to buy dried caron meat."

"So, I think I can. If we don't go back to the woods and check it out, we can't make a definite promise."

I don't even know when the big mouth job will come in again, so I have told the people of my nearest family that I will be fine at that time, and even if not, there should be plenty of raw and dried meat in Rutim and Ray. It is not difficult to collect twenty kilograms of dried meat if it is the present with the manoeuvrability of Gill.

"But you didn't like the flavor of giva meat that much, did you? The dried meat has a strong smell of salt and vanilla, but I think it still leaves a cool flavor of giva meat..."

"I know a hundred things about that. Are you willing to take advantage of the profit-making story?

After saying it in a grumpy manner, the old man put on the head of the toy.

"... If I ate this much every day, I could even taste Giva. Then the price is the same as the dried caron meat, so I just thought it would be okay with the dried Giva meat."

"Oh, if you can't eat Asta's dishes, at least it would be more comforting to have dried Giva meat."

"You're the only one thinking about such a mess!

He turns his anger back at Aldas' light mouth, and then the old man turns his head again.

"Anyway, prepare as much as you can. If it's not enough, I'll buy a caron.... so tomorrow you can come to this stall too because it might be past Jomtien, so you're going to make sure you talk to all the daughters in the store number, right?

"Oh, will your visit tomorrow be past Jomtien?

Then this could be the place for separation.

I took a towel of my head and let the architect face bow his head.

"Well, you know, you've been using my shop for a long time."

"Don't! It's a lifetime of parting!

Totally, the old man has been twitching, slamming two red copper coins on the stall table.

"We visit this Genos at least once a year! Are you going to say such a stinking greeting each time? By and large, dozens and hundreds of southerners come and go in here every day in Genos, right?

"Yes, but your presence has been a tremendous encouragement to me to get me this far through. I really - I really appreciate it."

The old man tried to say something, but soon turned around and stuffed the words.

A fellow who held back behind him laughs happily.

"Even after the Blue Moon, we'll let you go through this stall! Don't worry, I'll keep eating Giva meat till you get your share!

"It's weird! You want to get your neck splashed!?

"Then you won't be able to finish your job by tomorrow, will you? Just let us have lunch."

Apparently, some of them were mixed with craftsmen hired locally. Speaking of which, earlier the old man stated that eight people were going home, but the total number of architects should be about a dozen.

(So are these people also settled in Genos with mixed blood or something? Or, you know, the people of the South, but they're just earning a dime in Genos, or something?

I didn't even know that.

But still, it didn't change the fact that these people were all valued customers.

"Hmm, you're leaving for Nelwia soon?

And Dial, who was pulling in on the side, sounds like he's talking to me with interest.

The old man, who was grumpy and silent, frowned and looked back at you.

"Oh, the daughter of Zeland? You're gonna eat Giva meat, too."

"Yeah! I tried it and it tasted unscrupulous!... I'm ashamed I complained about the smell and the stiffness."

"Hmm. Me and the others have been more humiliated."

With all due respect, the old man has stunned me in the face again.

However, although its face seemed grumpy unchanged, there is a lot of soft light in its green eyes.

"Asta, we'll be back next year. The wind will be strong, but if you're in the store by then, I'll push you to the woods and complain, okay?

"Yes, I would be very happy if you could eat my dishes again next year in the same way"

Unconsciously, my tears were about to spill.

A year from now - am I destined to be reunited with these people?

I didn't know that, but God forbid, I'd have nothing else to do with human resources.

In doing so, the sun rose high overhead - it was time to meet somewhere in Genos, when talks between the people of the castle and the chiefs by the woods began.