Isekai Ryouridou

A new life in The Pot of Silver never betrayed Radajid's expectations.

Averal, who has been touring the country for almost twenty years, has really shown Radajid a variety of scenery.

First Averall carried a pass that allowed him to enter and exit the King's capital of the West Kingdom, Alglad.

Even the pedestrians of the eastern people would have had very few such men. Whatever the case, the King's Capital to the west is a land that takes three months one way from the meadows of Gigi. Even the people of the meadows who loved the journey, there should have been few human beings who wanted to put so much effort into it.

"But yes, that's why the business road, it was open. Unstepped land, fruitful and abundant."

Averall said so.

Moreover, it was the grace of Mahdra, a hostile nation of Selva, that Averal was selling in the King's capital. Being a hostile nation, there are few opportunities in the King's capital to grace Mahdra. I guess that means the only person who can mediate it is Sim's person, who is still friends with both countries.

"But then, the northern road, shouldn't we use it? It's the southern road, Mahydra, far away."

One day Radajid asked like that. Because he became a member of the Silver Kettle, everyday conversation is a Western word.

Averall answered me in a calm and steady manner as usual.

"There are two reasons. One of them, the northern road, because of the danger. There you go, Gerd territory, the side roads, passing through."

"Yes. Gerd, bandit, a lot, I know. Another reason, what is it?

"Another deal with Mahydra, to enrich it. The people of Mahdra and Gerd, because of their dealings and their multitude, cheese, milk wine, smoked meat, silver, gemstones, they are common."

Indeed, the people of Mahdra are strongly bonded with the people of Gerd among the Sims. Gamma livestock was also exchanged in Gerd, and silver and gems should have been mined considerably.

Averal was therefore following the path of going out to Selva first from the southern road, exchanging the goods in his hand for the grace of the west, and taking them with him to Mahdra.

"The southern road, out, the first town, Genos, is very rich. And from Genos to Mahdra, many towns, exist. Even on that journey, Selva's grace, you can have it in your hands. In the grace of Selva, in the mahydra, we rejoice. So, deal, enrich."

Up to that point, Radajid also understood. There never seem to be too many pedestrians following that path.

However, it is normal for those pedestrians to return to Sims with the grace of Mahydra. If we had brought back the grace of Mahdra to Raolim, king of Sims, it should have been easy to convert it into great wealth alone.

But the Pot of Silver goes further west from there to the King's Capital. The King's capital in the west was better than the King's capital in the east, and Mahydra's grace was expected to be more rare.

In fact, the Pot of Silver has gained a great deal of wealth with it. Items purchased in the King's Capital in the west will be sold strangely on the way back to Sims, and some items will be taken back to the King's Capital in the east. Since there are few merchants traveling to the King's Capital in the west, it is very rare even in the King's Capital in the east.

But it will also take so much talent to make such a big deal and connect it to wealth. This is all the more so because the longer the itinerary, the more expensive it is. This was an indication of the extraordinary nature of Averall, that it was now able to create great wealth.

(But well... more than that, Averall must be enjoying the journey)

Radajid was so sure.

To the people of the meadows, there are many people who love to travel. Among other things, Averall felt like he was enjoying his journey alone.

And the blood is firmly taken over by his son Schmiral as well. Though nothing disfigured his expression, the young Schmiral was always felt to shine a light of joy in his eyes.

The snow-covered mountains of Mahdra and the paths of the periphery open in the deep woods, the splendid wanderings of the King's Capital in the west, the magnificent West Dragon Sea and the large and small ships floating there - those sights that can only be seen once a year and a half - are probably bringing great joy to Schmiral.

That, of course, was the same thing for Radajid and the rest of the team.

Especially Radajid, the # 1 newcomer, had a lot of sights to see for the first time. Not to mention the King's Capital in the west, Radajid was to be led to different lands where he had not had the opportunity to take a leg on his own for three years.

"Radajid, that, look"

It was when Schmiral called out in that way to the harbour town of Darm, the Duke of the King's capital to the west.

Darm is a very rich port town that has developed its trade through the West Dragon Sea. Seeing the direction Schmiral pointed out, Radajid came as a great surprise.

"Is that the people of Mahdra...? No, there's no way the people of the North can walk wide through the western territories'

"Radajid, the eastern word, it's out. … that is a people in transit"

It was a bunch of big-boned men with bright red hair like flames and burnt red copper skin. He is making a loud laugh on the move as he tilts the earthen bottle of fruit liquor from noon.

"Migrant people, I don't know. Are you exotic?

"Yes. Also known as the Dragon God people. Outside the sea, inhabitants."

Then it was that the people of Ameshorn, the continent, were not a clan.

"Surprised. Darm, are you trading outside the continent?"

"Yes, a few, but for a long time, it seems to be trading. We, the merchants, are the people of the Dragon God, the grace of Mahdra, as we carry them."

Speaking that way, Schmiral was blinking her eyes very brightly.

"They, the West Dragon Sea, the North Ice Sea, are crossing. I'm sure you're looking at more, more than we are. … me, by the sea, if I was born, a sailor, I think I was"

"Yeah. I'm sure you do."

At times like this, Radajid struggled to smile. This boy named Shmiral was a man who would not let Radajid's emotions trickle down.

(Now when it comes to business, you can show your father some unbeatable cleavage. Damn, I'm looking forward to the end of the line)

Thus the days in the "Silver Pot" went through serenity while enclosing various stimuli.

Then the first change came three years after Radajid met the face of the Silver Pot - after completing the itinerary twice.

How dare Radajid make a wedding offer?

Your opponent was a remote daughter, working in livestock jointly with Radajid's house. The age was 19, three years younger than Radajid - the same age as Schmiral at the time.

"As a member of the Chamber of Commerce, I have to go on a yearly journey every six months. Is that what you want me to do?

The response was yes.

'Surely it's a very hard story not to see you for a year. But I could... endure the past year. Then you'll get over it. "

That said, my daughter blushed slightly.

I mean - I guess that means Radajid had seen me for a long time before he joined his last itinerary.

Thinking of it that way, Radajid's chest filled with warm things as well.

That's how Radajid was to give him a wedding with his daughter.

For the wedding feast, of course, I invited everyone from the Silver Pot. All this day, there was nothing else to wish Averals, who lived in the clan of Dj.

"Congratulations, Radajid. From the bottom of my heart, I bless the two weddings'

At the banquet hall, Schmiral said that to me.

Those eyes have a brighter light than usual.

"Words of blessing, thank you.... When Shmiral uses eastern language, it's kind of unsettling '

"Uhm. Radajid and I have little chance to face each other in the eastern territories."

Speaking that way, Schmiral has offered a horizontal whistle stuck with Gamma's bones.

'Awkward making, but I want to dedicate a blessing. Will you take it?

"Uhm. But if it's a blessing, you should have gotten as much as you did earlier..."

"Would that be booze and ornament? Other than that, I wanted to give you something I put in my hands. '

Schmiral had a face that was still going to spill a smile.

Schmiral also turned nineteen and grew into a fine young man. The hands and feet have supple muscles and the back length is much higher. The thin face of the line remains intact, but there are no girls left behind.

Still, there was nowhere to turn into the innocent eye of Schmiral.

Radajid also had to do everything in his power to smile.

'Thank you. When Schmiral gives you the wedding, I have to think of something too.'

To Radajid's words, Schmiral narrowed his eyes only slightly.

It's not the usual trick to show when you seem happy. Rather, it is some sort of sad-looking trick.

"So far, I can't feel like giving you a wedding. Even if you marry someone like me, you have very little time to spend with them. '

'That's the same thing with me. Rather than that, isn't everyone in the Pot of Silver?

"Mm-hmm. Radajid went on a roundabout with a difficult partner. I pray to the Oriental God for the eternal happiness of the two '

Leaving such words, Schmiral withdrew.

A large group of humans gather at the banquet hall to enjoy gamma roasting and feast dishes. Schmiral's appearance was soon swayed by it, too.

(Is Schmiral still caught in the grief of losing his family? And now, like Averall, I wonder if my family will give me back my soul where I don't know... do I have that fear)

More than six years have already passed since Schmiral lost his family, but how much time does it take to heal his heart's wounds easily? To Radajid, who had never lost a close family, I didn't know.

(Well, there's nothing to rush. Either way, Schmiral will have the right person to show up. Schmiral has that amount of equipment.)

That's how I dashed a glimmer of concern, and that day was supposed to pass happily ever after.

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Then, a year and a half later.

After spending six months of honeymoon and finishing a year of business, Radajid was once again to gain great joy.

When I broke up with my brothers in Ji's clan and went home to Gi's clan, my little one was held in the hands of the companion who welcomed me to it.

'As soon as you left the house, you were to know about your pregnancy. Maybe the Oriental God took it back so you could work without worries.'

Speaking that way, his partner was happily blinking his eyes.

My little boy has closed his eyelids and falls asleep easily. He was an incredibly small, incredibly loving baby.

'Oh my God... let me apologize for not being able to help you when you're in the hardest of times'

Radajid put them together and let them cuddle their bodies, taking great care not to crush the baby.

In Radajid's chest, his partner closes his eyes happily.

'I was the one who wanted to accompany you like that. Please don't apologize, but bless the birth of this child'

'Course I do. Let me bless you as many times as I can.'

Radajid thought all the time, feeling the warmth of his partner and my son all over his body.

(Averall lost his family during the journey, and I was given my son during the journey. Oriental god Sim, Fate god Miza, please give hope and happiness to Averall and Shmiral too... they should be worth it)

But the gods were to give the faint fathers and sons a further test.

It was not until a month after he came home that Radajid found out about it.

It was members of the Pot of Silver who lived in the clan of Dj that brought the newspaper.

"I'm sorry for the night! Radajid, please, I want you to come out!

The house of Radajid was a tent perched with leather, as was the case with many of the people of the meadows. Everyone lives in the tent, because they cannot remain in one place to carry out gamma livestock.

I woke up with a resounding voice from the entrance to that tent. Radajid softly followed the bed after making sure that his partner and my son were not awake.

The rest of the family doesn't seem to be awake yet. Leaving the bedroom, Radajid stepped over the hall and opened the entrance to the tent.

"What's the matter with you? I wonder how urgent it is?

"Um... the captain has returned his soul."

Radajid felt like the world had just made a noise.

'What... are you saying? What the hell happened to Averall...'

"The captain has returned his soul. It's a heart attack."

Radajid unconsciously shrugged the shoulders of a fellow man.

"You think it's a heart disease? There's no way! Until a month ago, Averall looked so healthy!

'But it is the truth. I have run Totos to tell my compatriots of Gi's clan. "

That said, the man tightened his mouth tightly.

I'm sure he's working hard, pushing his emotions to death.

But in Radajid, there was no loose end to behaving that way either.

'Unbelievable to me. I'm headed to Averall and the others' house now. '

"The other members are already on their way.... Shouldn't you keep your voice to your family?

Radajid turned back to the house and told his sleeping mother one voice in her bedroom before heading to the tent of Totos with his coat and torch in his hand.

Guided by the members, they drive Totos out into the meadows at night.

Fortunately, the present Radajid house had a tent close to the clan of Dj.

But still, the meadows are vast. It takes almost a day to get to the next clan. Radajid didn't even feel like sleeping along the way, grabbing the gut meat of the gamma that the men in the group were carrying, and even letting Totos run.

It was then at dusk of the following day that we arrived at Averall and the others' house.

The sun is already setting at the end of the west. Calling in the purple twilight, within the tent, another member appeared.

"Has Radajid arrived too? Now it's all there.... The Schmirals have already begun to prepare for their condolences'

Two days have already passed since Averal returned his soul, as the members who guided him so far must have taken a day to reach Radajid's house.

In the comfort of wandering through the nightmare, Radajid was to head to his place of mourning.

The place of mourning for the clan of Dj was the sand dotted in the meadows.

In the darkness, there are three shadows.

A strong wind was hanging over the hair and coat of those men.

'Schmiral!', Radajid rushed over to you.

A young man with silver hair slowly looks back at Radajid.

'Radajid's here too, isn't he? Please, I want you to mourn my father Averall'

"Averal is really..."

Groaning, Radajid dropped his gaze into the hole dug at the foot of the Schmirals.

At the bottom of a deeply dug hole lies Averall's body.

The body was beautifully hung with hay, but only revealed from the neck to the top.

It is a very peaceful expression.

It was as if he were asleep.

"Averal... why is Averal..."

"Three days ago, my father suddenly began to suffer. It was soon known that he was a heart disease, so he gave him medicinal herbs and called for a medic as well. Because he was a very skilled pharmacist... I guess this was an inevitable death '

Schmiral's voice was very quiet.

The eyes are not filled with emotions.

'I don't think I would have suffered so much because I slept so long with drugs.... I want everyone to see the Father's soul summoned by the Oriental God'

Schmiral knelt down and lit a dead branch with Lana's leaves.

When I threw it under Averall, the hay burned up instantly.

Then the leaves of mourning are cast, and the tranquil aspect of Averal is eventually hidden in the flames.

They all made a mark of condolence and gave words for their hands.

Six people drop off Averall's soul. All are members of the Pot of Silver.

The Schmirals lost all their blood families to epidemic disease last year.

And originally, only the blood family is invited to the rite of mourning. Schmiral invited the members of the Silver Pot on the spot, and the members accepted it.

"... my father slept with medicine for a long time, but he left me words during the madness"

Eventually, Schmiral said so in a low voice.

'This will be a word for everyone in The Silver Pot, not just me. I want you to hear that.'

What the hell did Averall leave behind?

Radajid inquired as such, unable to contain his confused feelings.

Schmiral looks back at Radajid as he softens his silver hair in a strong breeze.

'Live free, our souls are free.... My father took the last of those words, his breath away'

That's how Schmiral put his gaze around the other four as well.

'Follow that word, and I shall live free. I want everyone to do the same. "

"Live Free......? What the hell does Schmiral want to do?

The oldest of the members asked. Older than Averall, he is a man who begins to read the stars.

Schmiral answered it with a powerful voice.

"In the name of" Silver Kettle, "I continue my business. It is beyond my soul to continue down the path that my father has cut me open '

'I see... then I too would like to add to that'

Schmiral stared back at the man from a long haircut on his face.

"You are the person in this who spent the longest time with my father. But yes, that's why you don't have to make an injunction with me, my son '

'Of course it is. I go down that path of my own, just like Schmiral.'

Then the others raised their voices one after the other.

"I want you to join me in that, too"

"Me too, please"

"I left at my last job and from my next job I wished Averall would let me add my son. But until my son is in public, I want him to join me '

'Well,' said Schmiral, laying his eyes down.

'I sincerely appreciate everyone saying that.... What about Radajid?

"Such a story can even be spoken of. You think I'm gonna quit Silver Kettle?

Radajid impulsively grabbed Similar's shoulder.

'Let me try harder than ever. It is my hope that Averall will behave indescribably in the name of the Silver Pot he built. "

'Thank you,' Schmiral raised his face.

There are tears of transparency in those eyes that were hiding all emotions.

The tears also caught the strong wind of the meadows.