"It is... Eina's mother"

Aina talked to me crying.

That your mother got sick.

That I paid from an adventurer and bought potions.

That the illness still didn't heal.

That I want to take your mother to the big city and treat her.

That you need money to do this.

He talked to me whimpering, sneezing over and over.

"Ugh... Hick... Egg... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Shiloh Ohiichi..."

Aina is crying and apologizing all the time.

Mr. Ryer, who on the other hand listened with

"Chip, where the hell are you! I sold the potion to the little lady, you idiot. Ha."

I was out of bees for some reason.

Mr. Rolf, who stands next door, also looks angry at what he doesn't put out in his mouth.

"Miss, do you remember what an adventurer who sold potions to a lady was like?

To Ryer's inquiry, Aina shakes her head.

"... well. If you find it, tell me. I'm gonna punch you in the face."

I guess Mr. Ryer's words were strange like that.

Aina makes a decent face.

The answer was, Mr. Rolf.

"Miss Eina, I can't tell you, but the potion Miss Eina gave me has no effect on curing the disease."

"... Huh?

Aina widened her eyes.

"Heel potion can only heal trauma. There are other cure potions that knock out poison, but there is only one thing that is common to all potions. That means there is no potion to cure the disease."

"So... what potion did you want Aina...? One of the Boo-ken-sha's, O-ka-san's illness is coming back - he said that if he did this, he would be fine... Was he going?

"I'm very distressed to be the same adventurer... Miss Eina was fooled by the adventurer who sold the potion"

"I'm sorry," Mr. Rolf apologized, even though it wasn't his fault.

I see. The adventurer tricked the kid Aina into selling the potion.

Is that why Mr. Ryer is angry?

"... well. Aina... I've been deceived."

Aina looks stunned.

"Oh well..............................................................."

I guess this is mostly from remorse.

Aina bursts into tears.

I rubbed Aina's back and kept saying, "It's okay."

Hang on... As far as Mr. Rolf is concerned, I suspect the potion I bought could have been a real potion.

See the faces of Chirali and everyone.

I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but it seemed like you were thinking the same thing as me.

"Damn it!

Mr. Ryer kicks the chair that was nearby.

It would be the result of searching for a place to be angry.

Adventurer kicks are extremely destructive.

The chair I liked just a little bit was lightly broken.

"Rolf, I'm gonna find that son of a bitch! I'll take care of the rest."

"Understood."

Mr. Ryer left with an angry roar.

I was half willing to wish I could find 'the son of a bitch', half willing to wish I hadn't found it so it wouldn't be a case (...), and I dropped off that successful back.

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"I'll leave the search for people to Mr. Ryer, and I'm going to go to Aina's mother... what do you two do?

To my words, Mr. Rolf and Mr. Cullen gaze and nod at each other.

"No matter, I'll accompany you. Lord Ryer asked me, and above all, it is the duty of those who serve God to save those who stray."

and Mr. Rolf.

Open your mouth with the face that Mr. Cullen deserves it too.

"It is only natural as a mayor to save the inhabitants of the town. Shiloh, I'm coming too. But before that..."

Mr. Karen turns to Aina and continues.

"Eina, is the disease your mother suffered from a little bit of 'live rot disease'?

Aina's body trembles with fright.

And stared back at Mr. Cullen,

"... yeah. My uncle, the pharmacist, said," Oh, my God. "

"Again, did..."

Mr. Karen drops his shoulder.

"Oh, my God, my mother, you are living with rotten disease..."

Mr. Rolf's expression is also dark.

Just looking at the faces of the two of them, I found what would be 'living rot disease' to be quite troublesome.

"Mr. Rolf, come here for a moment"

"Okay."

I'm taking Mr. Rolf upstairs to the store.

"Tell me Zubari. What kind of disease is' Living Rot Disease '?

Ask Aina a whisper so she doesn't hear you, just in case.

You must have guessed my intentions.

Mr. Rolf explained to me in a low voice.

"Living rot disease is a disease in which the limbs become powerless as if they have rotted. Some scholars call it an infectious disease, but we still don't know what caused it. And"

Mr. Rolf, staring straight at me, has said this with a sinking face.

"Most people who suffer from disease die."