Isekai Ryouridou

Even the next day, the work of rebuilding Fa's house proceeded solemnly.

So far, the progress seems to be going well. We could have had your word that this would have been completed by sundown on the third day.

In the meantime, we work in stalls. Since it was decided to distribute food free of charge for three days from today, until then it was a presence to move on to work.

In Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, Levi does his job diligently. Instead of doing repair work and inn work, I'm taking care of my father, who has become so handicapped. My father, who had broken his leg and abrasive, was still unable to walk alone.

"Rather, I'm more worried about him after he gets better. If he imitates Milan-Math's benevolence, I won't be able to face anyone."

That's what Levi said, but I wasn't so worried. Levi's father was a small, skinny, and much warmer looking man. Even assuming he regains his energy, it will never be possible for Levi or Milan-Math to lose at arm's length.

"Don't be deceived by your looks. 'Cause he's a bad little crook."

Blurring as such, Levi was still working on the Kimmus' Tail Pavilion job that day. Terrier-Mass also looked extremely happy, so I guess everything is going well.

Yumi, on the other hand, was well enough to visit the stalls every day. The repair work on the Westwind Pavilion also seemed to have gone through a paragraph, and he is now helping his friends with repair work at their house. Ben and the cargo were in a similar situation, and until it was done, they didn't seem to be able to play relaxed.

"When this is the case, it can be held. It's only easy for me to leave my people alone."

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"What is it? Is that what you're trying to say?

"No, I just thought Yumi's temper would be loved by the forest people."

Of course, I was supposed to get my back slapped by a red-faced yumi.

All in all, there were signs that they were recovering from the damage of Ameshorn's Bedtime, both by the woods and in the boarding town.

I plan to join the City of Meat again in a few days, and preparations are well under way for this. From what I heard, the work seemed to be doing better with Die and Suttie as well. It seems that Zwei-Rutim has traveled to Die's house to find Hima, and is giving him the ability to calculate and read and write.

Ultimately, multiple humans will also have to be able to do this about the making of the books that Zwei-Rutim receives alone. That job should have been more challenging than the job of boxing meat or selling it on the market.

Also, Baim's house was in the process of learning how to make the correct way of making gut meat with Giva Bacon, but here a few orbital modifications were made.

Since Gibba's fresh meat can now be handled in Castle Town, it was delivered that we would like to purchase only intestinal meat in the future.

Well, certainly, we got the skill of smoking at the mercy of Michelle, who was a Castle Town cook, so it should have been possible to make Giva Bacon even in Castle Town, as long as we had raw fresh meat. Since this business was originally started only because the sale of raw meat in the castle town was regulated, it also made sense that it would come to an end at this time.

On the other hand, the intestine of Giva is not commercialized, so the intestinal meat is a rare ingredient. So instead of stopping buying Giva Bacon in the future, we were talking about getting more intestinal meat ready.

"Of course, it is possible to use the intestines of the carons to make the intestinal meat of the giva. But purchasing caron intestines and giva meat at the same time, chopping the meat and finishing it smoked is quite a hassle, so you thought it would be worth buying from the people by the woods, even if you paid a small percentage of the copper coin."

It was Jan, the head chef of the Count Dalaim family, who explained it to me that way. He was supposed to serve as a spokesperson for the castle as he went down to the lodging town every day.

That's why Baim's house was to learn only thoroughly how to make intestinal meat.

However, they are also simultaneously learning how to make giva bacon and dried meat for their families eating at home. Even regular dried meat would be more delicious to follow Michelle's method, so it was a natural story.

And then - almost for the record - we were to wait for the repairs to be booked in respect of the cars that got rattled because of the earthquake. As this one feared, the assemblers of the Inn Town were in a rough state at the request of successive jobs.

"It's probably the first time I've taken over this shop that I've had a job so far. Don't get sick of it."

Blurring that way, the assembler's husband seemed enthusiastically burning. It was filled with luggage cars, stalls, shelves, etc. brought in from all over the factory, and it was a noise like an iron fire.

"If you want to request a repair, take a look at it for about ten days. Until then, why don't you bring your luggage here? As you can see, there's no clearance left to keep it."

"Yes, I'll come back in ten days."

When I answered that, your husband, who was pulling the scarecrow, turned to me.

"I'm sorry I left you behind. If two or three cars are broken, you're not free, either, are you?

"No, the number of luggage cars is loose, so it's okay. Thank you for your concern."

The luggage car had to be inspected for wheels and axles at the top of the month, so this husband and I were completely familiar with each other. He looks tough, but he's a very attentive husband.

"When the order of repairs comes around, let me take a good look at it. Until then, you won't be forced to spend as much as you want, will you?

"Yes, thank you when the time comes"

As far as the luggage car was concerned, the story came together like that.

That was three days ago, so I will be visiting again in about seven days.

In such a condition, the days had passed peacefully.

The stalls were as busy as they were every day. Merchants and others who happened to visit Genos at this time of year would have been in the mood for blubber cakes from the shelves. Among them, only a very small number of people had verses in which they wished to eat more varied dishes because they could pay for it.

Still, if you open the stall, people will arrive with the same momentum as they did at Easter. There's no distinction between the faces you see, the strangers, the people who look fine, the people in bandages - the people of the west, the east or the south - and you push them with rage.

Rumor has it that people with free distributions of other dishes are running stalls out of time with us. Most people go to our stalls, so opening them at the same time is a waste of time. And it seemed like our stall was in such a rush.

"You've got this noise going on for two more days. I'm getting tired of it."

Blurry that way was Yamil-Ray, who was helping me with my stall.

"Really? It seems to me that some aspects are easier for me to finish work as soon as possible."

"Because would you even cook the meat, hand it to the customer, or keep washing the dishes? I feel unnecessarily rushed when I don't have the hassle of getting a copper coin."

Indeed, well, it may be true that the degree of flow work has increased. Besides, it might have been better to sell more than one type of dish even this one, adding something like reward and fun.

"Well, it's two more days of patience. Then we'll have the holidays for a day, and we'll be open again."

While spreading the new ingredients of Myrmu Grill onto the iron plate, I let them answer that way.

"But Yamil-Ray does seem a little tired. Even in Ray's house, is it hard to rebuild the house?

"The only people who are struggling are the men.... but I can't wait to get up early in the morning."

"What's weird, Rau-Ray?

"... if you know, you don't have to put it in your mouth, do you?

Yamil Ray is coming at me on the sidelines.

His eyes narrowed even sharper.

"Oh, there's another car from Castle Town."

This was my second visit as I was welcoming Jan this morning.

I look back at you casually, and I can't help but breathe. It was the seal of Count Turan's house that was on the side of the Totos car.

To the left and right of the Totos car, you can also ask about the martial arts officer that spanned the Totos. As the Totos car stopped at the entrance to the town, one of the martial officers entrusted Totos' reins to his companions and approached us.

"Excuse me. Lord Asta of Fa's house, my husband is asking to see you, would you like to work hard?

"My husband... is he the owner of Count Turan's house?

"Yes, this is Princess Lifreia."

I pulled the baked ingredients over to the edge of the iron plate and said, "Okay."

Really, Yamil-Ray pokes a sharp gaze at me.

"Asta, you're still being told you shouldn't act alone, right? If we're meeting with nobles, shouldn't we take someone from the Lew family?

I'm already meant to be a forest folk, but I don't know what travelers think of me visiting Genos. And if it was an outlaw, it could be a funny little mess, so he stayed offered not to act alone.

"Yeah, right.... I'm going to ask someone in the Lou family who is a chieftaincy muscle to accompany me, can you forgive me for that?

"Yes, I don't mind"

I looked back at the next stall.

The Luu family's duty today is to Vina-Lu and Raina-Lu.

When I explained the situation, Vina-Lou raised her chestnut hair with a loose trick.

"If it has nothing to do with the stall business, then my oldest sister, I, should go out... Rayna, I'm going for a minute. Wow..."

I called each of the auxiliaries from the Blue Sky Dining Room and Vina-Lou and I turned our feet to the Totos car.

The martial officer who was leading it, upright in front of the door, calls inside.

"I have brought with me Lord Asta of the house of Fa, and Lord Vina-Lou of the house of Lou"

I hear a young man saying, "Go ahead".

This must be Sanjula's voice.

When the martial artist opened the door narrowly, he turned to us.

Try to be nodded at by that gaze, me and Vina-Lou step into the Totos car.

Waiting there were with Refraia and Sanjula - and, for the first time in months, Chiffon-Cher, the samurai.

I'm breathtaking again at what that Refraia looks like.

Refraia, who always wears a white dress, was blackened today.

"I'm sorry I'm in the middle of a job, Asta. Plus, the Lou family's daughter.... I'll be the first to promise you that I won't take so long."

Refraia's voice and tone were the same as usual.

I just don't know the look on your face. She hid it in a black vale.

Apparently, even in this world, when serving mourning, it is a lesson to wear a black outfit. Chiffon-Cher, who refrained from replacing Refraia, wore the same black outfit.

Sanjula, who refrained from doing so on the other side, still looked like a traveling coat, but from his combined eyes, a peek shows him hanging a black belt around his chest.

"Even in Inn Town, the announcement's been turned, right? Yesterday morning, my father finally returned his soul."

"Yeah, yes...... that's how I want it"

"... this is not an official meeting, and no one else but us has eyes?

So it doesn't have to be a polite tone, I guess.

Relative to the faceless Refraia, I was supposed to be caught in an emotion that I couldn't even say.

"We were talking about the prison wall breaking down and falling over my sleeping father. The same thing seems to have happened in other prisons, but only my father returned his soul.... My father was sick and weak, so I guess he didn't have the strength to endure it."

"... yeah"

"But I'm sure my father was originally a body he couldn't live with for years. With the warmth of Marquis Genos, only the medicine would have been given... but if it had been so corroded by the disease, it would no longer be helpful. Asta knew that, didn't she? He was with me, watching his father's weakness."

I knew all I could do was nod "yeah".

Sitting in a splendid seat, Refraiia takes her words pale with her spine upright.

"Besides, my father had been sentenced to life imprisonment, so I had no choice but to return my soul in that place. If I had committed all those great sins, I wouldn't have been granted an amnesty... then it would have been the same thing for my father whenever he returned his soul. Instead, you can think of it as just a shorter time to suffer."

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"So, not that… I never resent you. That's all I wanted to tell you."

Refraia said that in a quiet voice.

"I will not resent you for revealing your sins because I am certain that your father was a great sinner. Thus the return of my father's soul does not change that thought of mine. I'm not going to hit you guys with a misguided grudge... can you trust me?

"Is this how you called Asta to convey that thought...?

Vina-Lou also questioned him in a quiet voice, as such.

Refraia says, "Yes."

"I didn't want to ruin it because the other day at the feast I almost had a bond with you guys. I swear that I will continue to live righteously as Lord of the Count Turan family. … I want you to believe that word."

"I believe you," I answered.

I decided to believe Leflaia, who bowed his head in front of the auditors and took him from Mizu to the forest settlement. Even if I still can't see that look, there was no reason to doubt what Refraia said.

Sanjula and Chiffon-Cher are staring at me with no expression.

I just can't feel anything cold coming out of that face. Instead, I felt different signs of trying to discipline my emotions.

"Thank you, Asta. I am so glad you believe in the words of a man who cannot do as I do. Can you pass on my word to the chiefs, too? Uh... you were Vina-Lou, weren't you?"

"Yeah, let me tell you. Wow... but you originally only called for Asta...? If there is anything in it, shall I refrain from doing so outside...?

"It doesn't extend to that. No matter who asks, it doesn't matter."

That said, Refraia rose loosely.

Its white fingertips gently lift the black vale.

What emerged from under it was - after all, a faceless aspect that suppressed all emotions.

"Hey Asta... I've been sneaking around thinking about this since before it happened. That's the only story I've ever revealed to Sanjula and Chiffon-Cher... could you hear it too?

"Yeah, sure."

"Thank you.... Actually, I was just thinking about having you cook again. Um, just a pinch of salt for a giva juice dish."

I was struck hard before I understood what that meant.

Refraia spins the words quietly.

"For a father who could only feel happiness in mouthing delicious dishes, prison life would have been harder than anything else. But that's all my father was guilty of, so that's all he had to suffer. So that's the only thing I could do... but I just wanted Asta's cooking to be spoken of again before I could give my soul back."

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"I was going to tell the story to Lord Genos when the day was finally approaching when his father was in bad shape and he would return his soul. I was wondering if you could grant me one last pardon for my father, who is an unforgivable great sinner. But I couldn't do that.... my father gave his soul back so badly that he couldn't regain the power to eat."

Tears of transparency flooded the lid from Lefreia's eyes without expression.

It conveys a white smooth cheek and its crease falls on the rug.

"But my father, just before returning his soul, opened his eyes only once and said:" That Giva dish connected me to my father's heart at the end... I am so grateful to you... "

Refraia's body curled without strength.

Chiffon-Cher softly hugs that little body.

Refraia's tears were sucked into Chiffon-Cher's chest.

"So I, too, am grateful to you... that I may live righteously, as my father wished... that I may turn the cursed blood muscles of the Count Turan family into righteous blood muscles... I..."

And then, I was speechless.

I squeeze Chiffon-Cher's outfit tightly and nod my face to its chest. The tall Chiffon-Cher knelt on the rug and gently held Lifreia's little head.

"Me, Refraia, I'll try to support you."

Sanjula said that in a calm voice.

A muscle of tears was also spilled from his eyes, which had the same colour as that Refraia.