Legend

Ray, who finished his conversation with Min, was on his way to the store where he was selling shoes.

Because he keeps Sleipnil's shoes, Ray now borrows the larger shoes that were in Azimov's house, and those shoes are quite large.

Sometimes it's harder to walk than it is, and most importantly, there's the question of how much it takes to strengthen Slapenil's shoes.

If it takes about two days a day, Ray didn't mind using Azimov's shoes as they were either, but if this went down for a week, half a month, a month... something could have gone wrong.

In addition to the Slapenil shoes, I also decided that I should have a replacement shoe... I came to the store where I was selling my shoes.

"There you are.... oh? You, Ray? That's unusual."

A man in his twenties or so looks at Ray and gives him an unexpected look.

... naturally. Because Ray's most shopping in the Guild is about food, and then it feels like weapons, tools, magic items...

At least to the extent that Ray came to the shoe store in Gilm counts.

It's also about a light peek rather than a solid look inside.

I guess that's why the clerk who saw Ray this way raised his surprise words.

It would not be preferable as a merchant to show these attitudes to customers if they were meant to be.

However, Ray fully understood why he could turn such a gaze, so he opened his mouth without looking particularly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm actually looking for some shoes. As you can see, the shoes I'm wearing right now are a little... no, they're pretty big."

Ray tells the clerk as he puts his right foot forward.

In fact, the shoes Ray was wearing were quite large and, no matter how you look at them, they didn't fit the size of his feet.

"What's wrong with this? Wasn't Ray wearing those awesome shoes?

Awesome in this case was not referring to the ability of Slapenil's shoes, but purely to the degree of completeness as shoes.

In fact, even though Ray was wearing Slapenil shoes in a time when Zeppyr was alive, it just seems like a merchant dealing in shoes that even now he doesn't see any more complete shoes as such.

"Oh, I kinda kept those shoes for people, so I borrowed these shoes instead..."

"Big," he said.

Ray nods at the words of the shoe shop merchant.

I don't think the merchant will get hurt to see Ray like that.

If you want to rub all those shoes in your shop... he wanted you to leave them with the shoemaker's own father, to be exact.

I know those shoes are magic items, but if I could still... even a merchant would think so... no, I guess it's because I'm a merchant that I'm bound about the good and the bad in my shoes.

"Hmm, I get it. Well, I wonder if you could give me a minute. I'll have my shoes ready in a minute."

I was a merchant who had a lot to say, but still I guess I understood how to say that here. Head to the back of the store.

Ray, who dropped it off, looks at the store like he was impressed.

The image of the shoe shop Ray knows is still big when he was in Japan.

But unlike shoes that are mass-produced in machines, this Elgin is handmade by artisans one at a time.

That's why the price of a pair of shoes is a lot higher than when I was in Japan.

... Sometimes, even in modern Japan, if you go to a fancy shoe shop, the craftsman will make them to order by hand. Unfortunately, Ray, who lived in the country, didn't get a chance to go to such a store.

"Um, if you're an adventurer, I'd lightly put an iron plate in the back of my foot, or even use monster leather, but would you prefer a normal one instead of that?

What do we do? Ray gets a little lost in the merchant asking.

If you think about it normally, you don't have to buy shoes like adventurer gear.

Ray is borrowing shoes from Azimov in the first place only until he finishes fortifying his Slapenil shoes.

But the biggest question would be when will that enhancement end?

Even a handsome alchemist, Azimov has never used silver lion materials before.

Because that's until spring… or it could take longer.

That was more than just a high-performance magic item.

Now, the spear of dusk, built over so much time, is a satisfactory performance for Ray as well, because it is the main weapon along with the Death Size.

That's why I was convinced it would take time to make a good magic item.

In other words, even in the spring and by the time the adventurer moves around vigorously, it is abundantly possible that the enhancement of Slapenil's shoes has not yet been completed.

(Well, the shoe store isn't running away, and if it's spring and you still don't seem to have finished enhancing your Slapenil shoes, then you can buy them)

Though thinking so, I decide that there is no point in having too many shoe spares, beyond not knowing what will happen in the future, and I open my mouth.

"Right, then five pairs of shoes like you normally wear all over the city...... no, ten pairs. I want that and the kind of sturdy guy that adventurers wear. The latter would be nice if the soles and toes of the feet were reinforced with metal. Ten feet this way."

"... so much?

I guess Ray's words were surprising. The merchant opens his eyes and listens back.

The same goes for clothes, but one is pricey because they are basically handmade by artisans.

Of course there are a few people who can make their own, but it will be obvious that the degree of completeness is different between what amateurs make and what artisans make.

That's why the merchant was surprised that Ray had said he wanted twenty pairs at once.

But the merchants are the only ones around, so I'll be right back.

The fact that Ray was originally rich is because it is a widely known fact in the Guild.

... although I wouldn't be able to buy a lot of food as I do every day if I wasn't rich, accommodate a luxury inn called the Wheat Pavilion at dusk, or, above all, subjugate a griffon ceto that needs a ton of bait money.

(I have an alias, and I'm sure that's about right)

As soon as he convinces himself, the merchant smiles and opens his mouth.

"Well, I'm gonna get my dad, so can you give me a minute? Because I have to check the shape of my legs and stuff."

When Ray snorted at the words, the merchant encouraged Ray to sit in a chair before heading to the back of the store to see if he would miss such a clientele.

So the merchant's father...... I guess the person making the shoes for sale in this store is doing the job.

Dropping off such a merchant, Ray looks around like he's free to crush.

Just a shoe shop, decorated with a number of shoes.

But basically, what's the point of making and arranging products like this to make custom-made shoes? And I doubt it for a moment.

(If this is a shoe shop, I guess it's not a problem in the sense that you can tell from the outside)

Why don't we just make a sign like a guild, a cafeteria, or an inn? I can hear the merchant and the other footsteps approaching from behind the store in Ray's ear who thinks.

And what showed up was a man who seemed so stubborn that he didn't think he was a parent or a child with a merchant.

Stubborn rather than calling it a strong side.

Someone who would deserve to describe it that way.

It was a strangely convincing appearance when asked if he seemed to be an artisan.

"Are you Ray?... Show me your legs."

The words, which do not speak of details, but tell us to go straight in, were delicious, even if taken to Ray.

Ray nods and takes off his right foot shoes and offers them to the man.

Look at that foot... more precisely seeing that the shoe he was wearing didn't fit his foot at all, the craftsman gives that stubborn look.

I've just been making shoes and I guess it wasn't funny to wear shoes that obviously didn't fit my legs.

……

But in the end, I put nothing in my mouth, reaching for Ray's leg and touching it.

And with a stick of wood in your hand, measure its size.

After weighing the size without taking ten seconds, the craftsman opens his mouth.

"You usually have ten pairs of shoes worn all over the city and a pair of shoes with an iron plate in the back of your foot and toes?

"Oh."

"What about the look of your shoes? Do you want it all to be different or the same?"

"... so how does that make a difference?

"If we're going to make each look different, it'll take some time. The same one makes it shorter."

"Then the same."

Whatever the shoe is, Ray doesn't particularly care.

Unless, of course, it's something evil that stands out, but as far as shoes with a few around it are concerned, I didn't even think I'd make such evil standout shoes.

(Oh, I see. I figured you'd better have a sample to show that you have this much skill)

While Ray was impressed with why there were so many shoes in the bespoke shop late, I guess the size of his right foot was over weighed.

Next, the artisan prompts me with his gaze and gives me my left leg.

When the examination is thus instantly completed, the craftsman quickly calculates the number of days until the shoe is completed in his head.

"Four days from now. Come and get it."

"... for a long time, well"

That's fast.

Swallow those words.

When it comes to custom-made, that's why I thought it would take longer if it were normal.

But at the same time, I'm convinced that if I'm an artisan with arms, I can do that.

"And... hey, Celitos. Give this guy a pair of shoes that fit his leg for now. I can't forgive you as a shoemaker for letting so many foot owners wear shoes that don't fit such cheap feet."

"Oh, okay, Dad."

"Well, I asked for the rest. I'll get ready soon."

To say just that, the craftsman returns to the back of the store.

As the word goes, I guess I'm going to make Ray's shoes now.

Dropping off such craftsmen...... and then Ray mouths the words that bothered him in his current exchange.

"This is all the legs?

"Yeah? Oh, that's Dad's word. Even if he looks like this, he's a shoemaker with the highest arms in the Guild. The reason for this is that Dad said if you look at his legs, you can see everything about him... Apparently. Well, I don't understand."

But thanks to that ability, I can make shoes that fit no more on the other person's feet.

There are only amazing craftsmen in the words of merchants who say so. And Ray convinces me.

"Well... just give me a minute. I'm not as good as my father, but I'm the son of a shoe shop for once. 'Cause to some extent, you can stand out."

Discontinuing the conversation with Ray, the merchant turns his gaze to Ray's feet.

And after a dozen seconds, he eventually brings a pair of shoes that had been decorated nearby.

I thought it was made from some kind of monster leather and the shoe was definitely something I would call a first-class item.

"Uh, the... okay?

"Oh, that's okay. He brought me a little big deal this time. It's like a thank you. Whatever your job as an adventurer, I don't think this shoe made from Lizardman's leather would normally be a problem for walking around the city."

Ray wears a pair of Lizardman leather shoes that he was given.

I probably wore them until earlier because they didn't fit my legs at all. Feels like it fits my foot better than any other.

"Heh... this is awesome"

"No, it's nothing. It's not that great. The shoes Ray's been wearing just didn't work in many ways."

"... is that what it is? For me, it feels amazing enough."

That's what Ray said, but the same was true of the Slepnil shoes I had left with Azimov in the sense that they fit no more on my feet.

Again, this is how I've been wearing Azimov shoes that didn't fit my legs, so I guess even the shoes prepared this way have been snug enough.

"Anyway, Dad keeps his word, so we'll make it to the right time and date."

I guess that's all the grin you seem to be slightly good at trusting your father's work.

Ray smiles at such parent-child exchanges and makes sure the shoes he has changed are in good shape.

It was perfect at the time I wore it, but even if it moved a little like this, there was something to be said about the fit just for sure.

Satisfied with those shoes, Ray pays a slightly higher fee... leaving the shoe store.

The snow that had fallen until earlier was even stronger and will definitely accumulate tomorrow… walking out into the seemingly snow toward the wheat pavilion at dusk.