Kujonin

Nomefield has a river running through the middle of the village, and a sturdy bridge is passed.

The buildings were lined on both sides of the river, and the church with a triangular roof was prominent.

The hero's plantation and house are on the south side, a bit far from the village.

I thought there was only one inn if I stayed, and I was told the location.

The peddler's uncle stays at a friend's house.

"Let's have a drink at the hotel's cafeteria at night!"

For information gathering, prohibition must be lifted.

"I can't help it at all."

While saying, etc., I entered the hotel where I was taught and took a room.

I checked the address of the letter and asked an employee at the inn.

"Do you know Romeo?"

An employee staring at the jumpsuit answers "he?"

"No, so a person named Romeo"

"Oh, Pastor Romeo, you're in church."

With that said, employees seem to be bothered by jumpsuits.

"Is something strange?"

I asked so many people.

"It's unusual clothes. Is it sleepwear?"

I'm disrespectful!

"It's work clothes!"

I leave the inn.

"Oh, dinner is in the dining room!"

I heard the voice of the employee behind.

When I went to a church with a triangular roof, a boy just came out.

"Thank you! I'll bring dinner later!"

Apparently they can pay for the consultation without the money. Does it mean that money should be taken from where it can be taken? I'll do that too.

The boy turned around and looked like Pokan.

The boy looked straight at my face, but did not stop running.

I ran while looking back many times.

Are strangers rare? Or is it so weird?

When I opened the church door, there were many people on the benches arranged in the hall.

Are they sick or injured? There were many elderly and children.

Nobody seemed seriously ill, and the atmosphere was like a meeting place.

"How did you do?"

An old woman dressed like a white robe spoke.

"Oh, this is a deliverable to Pastor Romeo."

I took the letter and the magic syrup from the item bag.

"Who is it from?"

"I am a daughter named Cynthia."

"Cynthia! You'll be glad you're here. I'm sick today. I'm in the room, but I would like to receive a letter from Cynthia directly."

The old woman guided me.

There seemed to be a medical office in the back of the church hall.

I followed the old woman silently down the corridor leading from the side door to the annex.

As I passed the crossing corridor, I saw a variety of large and small tombstones lined up in the garden.

I thought there were so many dead people in a village that was not so old.

At the back of the annex was Pastor Romeo's room.

The old woman knocked and called Pastor Romeo, and the door opened.

A man with round heads and round glasses looked sick and looked at this.

"Are you sleeping at the desk again?"

The old woman sarcastic to Rev. Romeo.

"Sister Clarence, what do you want?"

"It seems that this person has received a letter from Cynthia."

"From Cynthia!"

I gave Pastor Romeo a letter and a magic recovery syrup.

"This is a medicine that restores magic! Why is something so pure?"

"I'm handmade. I really want a bill ..."

I want to get it if you give me. Later, Bersa will come to investigate the soil, so if you give it away for free, it will be tied. I'm not hungry because I don't have breakfast, and I don't mind paying in kind.

"Sister Clarence, give him a fee."

"I'll subtract it from my research expenses!"

lucky!

Sister Clarence went somewhere frustrated.

Rev. Romeo read Cynthia's letter enthusiastically at the entrance of the room and, as he noticed,

"Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.

I put me in my room and sat in a round chair.

Rev. Romeo's room wasn't even beautiful.

There are a number of small magic stones on the desk that tell us what we're doing, and scattered of poor quality paper that we don't know what's written. There was paper on which the human body was drawn.

Large pots are lined up on the floor to make the room smaller.

"What research are you doing?"

I asked Pastor Romeo, who took care of the letter.

"I'm sick. It's a disease that usually only affects the court painters, but it seems relatively susceptible in this village."

"If you get sick, do you end up with 'ghoul'?"

Rev. Romeo turned to me, astonished by my words.

"I heard from Cynthia ... Well, yes. I couldn't quite figure out why human demonization would happen."

"Are you studying that?"

"Yes. I was able to do something like a hypothesis, but in this profession I couldn't easily confirm."

What you can't confirm as a pastor?

"Oh, are you an autopsy?"

"Desecration of the dead is prohibited in churches."

There are few doctors in this world. Healing magic can heal wounds.

Speaking of what seems to be advanced medical care, is it about midwives?

"This disease doesn't have a poisonous poison. So it doesn't have an antidote. I know it's still a disease."

"Is it out of magic?"

"Yes. One day suddenly, the body loses its magic, even though it is not doing anything. It happens every day. Cynthia sold herself to a slaver the next day she knew she was sick."

"Is it unique to this land?"

"Yes, some people do, and some do not. Children seem to be relatively susceptible, and the hero's wife has told me to get to it soon. There are many children there."

There was a slave child in the house of the hero.

"Then the brave and these slave children?"

"Yes, Cynthia has heard that the hero was a slave when he came to this land. Although he grew older, he was released and worked in the village."

Pastor Romeo looked at me as if he didn't know.

"So they fell in love there?"

"Haha, no, not at all. I'm like a little brother from Cynthia's point of view. I thought I was like an older sister. I take care of something. The house of the hero has many children Elders will naturally take care of themselves, surely. "

Then, Pastor Romeo told me that when he came to the village, he had difficulty adjusting to the village, but Sister Clarence appeared with money and was interrupted.

"Then I'm this."

When I received the money, I stood up and tried to leave.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't even hear your name."

"Oh, Naoki. Naoki Komuro. I still run a cleaning and extermination company."

"Are you a cleaning company?"

"Yes, they clean the room and get rid of insect demons and mascaras."

"Is that so"

"Would you like to clean this room if you like?"

"Ah, no, wait a minute! I won't know where it is."

In a hurry, Rev. Romeo stopped me.

Sister Clarence said, "You should do it."

Rev. Romeo stood up and looked down to the exit of the annex.

"How long is this village?"

"I'm going to stay overnight. I think I'll come again."

"I see. Next time, please tell me about Naoki."

"I agree"

By the time we left the church annex, the sun was rising high.

Nomefield is a small village, but there were many peddlers and stalls.

"Where did you come from?"

A stall merchant stopped for lunch and shouted out a sandwich of vegetable soup and forabit meat.

"From Flora"

"Flora? South of the continent?"

I replied unintentionally to what I was asked, but from here I straddled the country and it was quite far away.

"Oh, you look like this and you're an adventurer. You've come a long way."

Say something appropriate and deceive it.

"People say they don't look, but it's pretty strong you can cross mountains and deserts."

"Well, I'm still in F rank. I just followed a strong adventurer."

"What, luggage?"

The merchant then began talking to other customers as if he had lost interest.

It was good that I was not asked what I came to.

There is no way I can answer.

The customers who come to the stalls are also merchants. The merchants here are all involved in some cotton from the brave fields.

Not only merchants who directly carry cotton, but others who do business for them.

Roads around the village are well maintained, making it easy to come to the village.

Nature and people gather.

This village could be bigger.

A smart merchant looks up.

However, if I break the cotton fields, the possibilities will collapse.

"What's wrong?"

I went to the hero's house while muttering.

Cotton buds sway in the wind in the cotton field.

I saw children working in a cotton field.

It seems that weeds growing between the cotton are being pulled out.

Loudly ask the children where the hero is, and point to the road.

Two warehouses were located beside the cotton fields, and a large house was visible behind them.

You seem to be making a lot of money.

"Hello ~!"

When I speak out to my house,

"Oh hello"

From behind, the voice of the earth hero came.

The brave who came out of the warehouse looked at me and laughed with a good-looking face as usual.

“At that time! Did you really come?