Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

Tris, the territorial capital of Triswal, is a city of immigrants. Once under the occupation of the Dorgastic Empire, the bloodthirsty people of the Empire and dependencies made up some of the population, and there were many immigrants and refugees who relied on them to reach the city. The exotic cuisine they brought in took many years to take root in Tris and contributed significantly to the city's food culture development.

Therefore, Tris is also famous as a food capital.

An imported grocery store, Caselo, is one of the brick shops that connects to the immigration street in its third block. The shop, which bears the name of the owner, handled food outside the country - mainly in the southern part of the continent - and was crowded with many people today. I can see the kingdom at a glance, but most of the guests are immigrants. We gather in this shop for the nostalgic goods of our hometown.

"It's still a good day, sir."

Caselo Franco, the owner of the shop, looked around the shop and murmured with satisfaction. The business that started with the pedestrian shop has grown considerably.

Casserro is the youngest of six brothers born between a couple running a small grocery store. After the death of his parents, his eldest brother took over the shop, and the other brothers scattered to various places in search of food. Casserole was also entrusted to the merchant at the age of eleven, but he was unfamiliar with the tough wind of the shop, and flew out of his homeland with a slice.

Then it was roughly fifteen years ago that I traveled around the continent and came to this city. Close to the north, on the Alphantic continent, it was a city even closer to the northern tip of the Stridian kingdom, although many immigrants lived in Tris with a liberal atmosphere that suited Casserole temperament well.

The exotic spices and groceries brought in were sold well to immigrants who missed their hometown. Ten years ago, I built an estate and rented a residential shop on Market Street with items I bought using my proud eyesight and contacts I had during my traveling merchant days. Castello's next ambition, which is becoming the face of a tribal immigrant in the city, was to buy up the entire building.

"Casserole, this is the hem. Eat with my wife."

Casserole opens a package offered by a regular man and smiles as he looks at the thin peach mushrooms with shrunk umbrella edges. The big Rosa Apricos mushrooms are wild mushrooms that grow only under the snow. Precious mushrooms that cannot be artificially grown.

"This is a little unusual, sir. Are you sure you want something of this luxury?

"I don't mind. Casserole always takes care of me."

"Aligato, Mr. Lope. I'll have it tonight."

There are many immigrants who have become regular immigrants to casseroles who are good at business and cheerful. Lopez is one of them. Not long after I moved to Tris, I'm still thankful that I sold him food cheaply because I wasn't used to living outside the country and still didn't make much money.

Immigrants help each other. That's Casserole's creed. Many immigrants are helped by this creed, and they become regular customers who buy at a fixed price even after they are able to live a normal life. Hear the good rumors they've spread and call in new immigrants.

--Not only poor immigrants, but also wealthy immigrants.

In the corner of the shop, there are eastern pieces, looking straight at it.

Among the items purchased from the Oriental Yang Mei Chamber of Commerce, which has been successful in Wang Dynasty in recent years, delicate, beautiful and exotic antimatter and accessories were popular with women, but there were few buyers as to whether the food was really resistant. However, there have been customers who have been buying seasonings and spices on a regular basis for the past year or two.

Outside King's Landing, there is only one Oriental woman in this Tris. I missed the taste of my hometown or bought a high-value product at the right price. The figure is simple, but the payment is not bad. Casserro, who stepped on being a "good customer", tried spraying three times the fixed price on a woman who had requested a soy sauce subscription after coming to the store several times.

She was the one who made the appearance of trouble, but trouble meant that she had enough money to pay for it. After all, the woman who realized that she wanted it but could only buy it here bought each barrel at the price according to the prospect of Casserlo.

A woman who buys a casserole for a price that she thinks might have sprayed too much. Immigrants from distant countries, women but not bad earners, she seems to have a shallow life in the kingdom, apparently neglecting the world. And no one else knows the price of goods purchased from the east, and no one notices it when they put a value on it. It was a perfect "customer" for Casserro.

(Take a lot from the rich and sell it cheaply to the poor. Move (·) people (·) the same (·) technician (·) 's (·) assistant (·)

Casserole is used as an intermediary to borrow money from wealthy customers (...) and pay for poor customers instead. And Casserro gets a brokerage fee (...). In other words, the bridge between immigrants (...).

I also understand that it is not a serious way to do things. In recent years, it may be thought of as a well-educated kingdom opponent, but it was a "business" gained because it was a shallow immigrant opponent who was neglectful to the public. Like the woman who named herself Shiori, the immigrants from far away, who are so few that they can create a community between the people of the country, are a good match for you.

--But...

The doorbell chirped and a man unfamiliar with it peeked into his face. A chestnut-haired, tall man. He is a native kingdom man, judging by his appearance and his pretty figure. Good physique, sophisticated body, no gaps, but long blue eyes and thin lips painted a gentle arc in the shape of a smile, softening the overall impression.

--A man who seems to have money.

While showing affection to regular customers who talk about accounting, I also observe the chestnut-haired man.

The man who looked around the shop dropped his gaze on the piece of paper at hand and eventually walked slowly inside the shop. Apparently someone used it. The man eventually stopped in front of a shelf. A shelf lined with Northern Ishan spices. After comparing the note on the piece of paper with the spice label, he got a few. He looked back at the circle.

As always, there is a soft smile on the straight face. A sincere appearance of not knowing someone suspicious. Combined with the sophisticated behavior of staying at home, it's like a good family young man who grew up without any difficulty.

(... a kingdom man, but kind of easy to deceive, sir)

I didn't want to be too hard on the kingdom, but it seemed like a precious prey to miss in Casserole's eyes.

A man walking slowly towards a counter with casseroles stopped in front of a shelf with eastern objects. The man, who had been watching interestingly for a while, finally walked again.

A bottle of flavor and spice is placed on the counter.

"... I wonder if I can get you an accounting."

The voice and tone of the man was also calm as it appeared.

Welcome! This is my first customer, sir.

"Oh, my wife asked me to. I can't let go of my hand, so I'll take it."

Well, then, is that your regular husband?

"... not so much as a regular... She said she had shopped a little bit once or twice."

That means we haven't had enough friends to get their names out yet. Thinking of the faces of several female customers, the man opened his wallet and took out the gold.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a good pair right now. Do you want some change?

"Of course, yo. But it's a lot of money, so wait a minute, sir."

Sorry.

"Nice yaw. Never mind."

Not to mention a man who spends gold without hesitation on less expensive payments. Casserole didn't miss the glittering wallet containing several pieces of gold. I have a lot of money and am used to it.

This is going to be a good customer, sir.

If the man's wife has visited several times, it is likely that she will continue to come.

"Is your wife from the kingdom? These are all Northern Ishan spices, but are you sure you want to use them?

"Oh, my wife is from the Northern Ishan kingdom. My stepfather came from over there."

"I see. So your stepfather is from the Northern Ishan Company?

"That's what happens. Not exactly an employee, but a sailor. She died last year, so she brought her family home to her stepmother's."

"Yes, sir."

Finish the checkout and casually pull out the man's information while packing the item. A scholar from a wealthy house in King's Landing. He's earning a living by writing academic books. Both the man's wife and her stepmother, who left Tris at the age of nine, are strangers to the city. The man himself was busy writing and had hardly ever left the Mansion of King's Landing.

(Though smart, the world doesn't know. Not bad, sir)

As soon as he added it to the list of "customers" in his brain, the man turned his eyes to the shelf lined with Oriental goods.

"... that liquor on the shelf over there, is that from the east? How much is it? The one with the gold string on it."

"Oh, that? It's not really alcohol, but condiments, sir."

"Really? I thought what I got from fellow scholars was delicious, and my wife seems to like it, so if I could just..."

A woman named Yae, who came all the way from King's Landing the other day for an inspection, left it for Shiori to use. At that time, the increase in fees had to be stopped, but despite the credit problem of selling at too remote a value, they were reminded to sell at a fair price.

I don't know where the Yang Mei Chamber of Commerce in Wang Dynasty heard that Caselo was selling Oriental goods at an extrajudicial price, but I was going to sell them at that price, even if it wasn't tripling, for a proper reason.

Either way, you won't get it unless it's in this store. I can't complain about adding a little (...) expense. Though Yae, the great Yang Mei Chamber of Commerce's sharp gaze, ran over his brain for a moment and was scared, he was proud to have succeeded in business in a foreign land together with Cassero.

And the Oriental, who seems so easy to treat, and the weak chestnut-haired man in front of him are of the same kind. Casserro, who smiled at the fact that he had conveniently noticed the Oriental goods, presented twice the original price. Because a rich man who looks like his wife would buy me a little more.

After all, the man took out his wallet lightly, although it seemed a little surprised.

"... that's more expensive than I thought."

"It may be more expensive than buying in King's City, sir. Because it costs money because of the procurement relationship."

I see. What about that strange barrel over there? I was worried that it was similar to the condiments my wife used for Northern Ishan food. I'd like that, too. "

Casserro was slow because he had not seen this technique for many years. Chronic mind created a gap in vigilance, causing alarm. Otherwise, he would never have engaged in fraudulent business with the kingdom's opponent, but Cassello, who was completely despised of the opponent, was greedy. I let it out.

"Oh, that. Those are two pieces of gold. I'm really going to do more, but this time it's even better, sir."

"- Oh, really?"

As soon as I talked about the price, the tone of the man changed sharply.

He stares at the man with a little gaze. There is no shadow in the face of a gentle and impatient scholar. In front of Castillo was a man who looked like a warrior with sharp, sharp, sharpened blades.

That's not what I'm talking about.

The man said. Unlike the calm tone of the spring breeze earlier, she was pregnant with a cold snowstorm.

"I heard that even if I put up an expense, it would be at most one gold coin. And if Lord Yae's story is true, there must be a small bottle, but it doesn't seem to be lined up here."

Ha...

The man knew Yae's name. And the details of the deal. So this man is a friend of Yae's? Or are you from the Chamber of Commerce?

"That's true, it doesn't seem to be sold three times anymore... but it looks like it's a habitual criminal (...). Isn't Shiori the only one selling at an unfair price?

I also knew Shiori's name. Then the man is her acquaintance. On the contrary, the mistress - no, she may be the mistress. The man said he had a wife.

I don't know.

Casserole laughed.

(I thought you were a clear and serious woman, but you did what you had to do after all, sir)

I came here to find out why it is good to pay for the peripheral peoples who should be living in the kingdom for a short time. I was in a rich concubine and got a penny.

The man's intimidation seemed to swallow him, but Casserole was overwhelmed. It's not a real business, but it's never illegal. The customer was only satisfied with the price offered and paid. That's all.

"I didn't lie to you. It may indeed be higher than King's City. But this is our real price, sir. Mr. Ciori, I'm convinced of that. I bought it convincingly. It's a real deal, yo?

I wonder if you've noticed anything unusual, but the customers in the store are starting to gather around. Mostly on the side of regular customers, or casseroles. If they make a fuss, they'll be happy to join the fight.

After gaining momentum, Casserro opened his mouth to fold, but Alec said with a low voice before he uttered a word.

"... if you say it out loud, you'll be disadvantaged later."

"Why?"

"First of all, that flavor. It is already sold at a fair price in a city tavern as alcohol. Less than half the amount you offered. And I'm growing my fans. If you're a businessman, you know what that means."

Casserro took a slight sigh of breath. Casserro invited a man inside the counter, asking a good friend who was about to join him to back down because he was in a big deal.

"... of course there are far more purchases. So I can understand that it is cheaper than this store. But whatever regular price you say is too high. There's even a friend of Ciori's in and out of the other store. They'll find out eventually."

I also heard the name of the tavern from Casserole. It is a popular tavern that has recently become popular when it deals with alcohol from around the world. A prominent location on the border with the Second Quarter was the rumor that wealthy and aristocratic people living in the city would also go there with patience. The same sashimi is sold for less than half the price at the shop. There are a number of people who are aiming for the mirin. It is obvious what they would think if they knew the price of this shop at some price point. You'd think they were cheating ignorant immigrants and selling at a high price.

The reputation of Casserlo, a face of the emigrants of the South, falls to the ground.

The man repeated his words to the silent casserole.

"Besides, the Yang Mei Chamber of Commerce has more customers than you think. Including, of course, prestigious aristocracy. I can't give you a name, but I'm a nobleman with a friendship with Uncle Border. And they are my acquaintances. And Shiori, who you're good at. It's not what you think it is, it's a real relationship."

"Well then...."

Casserole is by no means foolish. I completely understood what the man's words meant.

Certainly casserole's business is not illegal. It's not illegal, but it's never legal. If you make one mistake, you'll be prosecuted for fraud. You may also be banished from a merchant association (guild). On the contrary, if the lord has noticed us, we may not even be able to reach the city. The lord of this land is not a mere aristocracy. The Royal Trust is also strong, and it is said to have an authority comparable to the Duke's.

--My business may be out of hand for the most powerful.

"People can't be stupid. I don't know where they're connected."

The woman Casserro looked down on as an ignorant and lonely immigrant also had a powerful acquaintance. A connection with a nobleman who could threaten his existence.

"--Looks like you're attracted to everybody. The store is also flourishing. Even if you don't make money by dirty means, you already have a good place."

The voice of a man calling casserole, who completely lost his words and was silent, was soft. I don't think I'm going to slap you any more.

"... or do you still need a sacrifice to be a good merchant?

"... no"

Casserro shook his head.

"That's enough, yo."

I thought I would definitely see it someday if it lasted longer. At first, however, the amount of "interest-free and non-repayable debt" gradually expanded, taking up the taste of not being noticed. As a result of continuing to slip while losing sight of the stop, the man who saw it for the first time now saw it. No, the man came to find Casserole knowing that he was guilty from the beginning.

And Casserro was defeated by a man.

"Sue me? No escape, no hiding. I'm still going to hold back, sir."

I don't think it's enough. That much money has been earned. I earned enough for a little luxury in my family. I have to return the extra money I received.

But unexpectedly, the man shook his head sideways.

"If you promise not to do this again, I'm not going to do this any more. Theori says she doesn't want to make things rough."

"Eh... but..."

"Of course he doesn't have anything to think about. It's up to you and the others who are good at it."

Casserro, who was no worse than his ex, was angry.

The man took care not to leak the contents of the story to the guests who were together. Theoli said she didn't intend to make things rough. And I can't file my own business.

As a casserole, you will have to live the life ahead with your own will.

"Some people are dead, and others can't get in touch. But I'm going to apologize to someone who can apologize. I must apologize to my family, sir."

Whatever the consequences, you must bear them. The man took care of himself, but eventually rumors will spread among regular customers. But I'm going to take them all.

"... but it's a bit painful to bother my family..."

"That... can't be helped. It's up to you again."

Someone close to you in your business can also get hurt. That's what it means to dye your hands for evil while living with a bond.

Casserole was lucky to realize that now. Casserole will know later that he didn't have to lose a lot because he could now find out here.

― ― If I hadn't changed my behavior at this time, I would have heard the bad reputation of the casserole shop from the popular tavern, as the man said. The tavern was not only open to Siori acquaintances, but also to casserole guests and their families. I don't know Casserro personally, but some of them seem to know rumors of being a lover. The famous tavern and the audience were widely covered, and the casserole shop grew big enough to get rumored.

Surprisingly, some of the casserole's regular customers had tasted the flavour.

Later, the casserole learned about it from a chat with the regular customer.

If the chestnut-haired man hadn't come, he would have sold the sauce to Shiori at a high price that he thought was an exclusive sale, not just soy sauce. And she will eventually know that flavors are sold in "poetry's honey wine". If you know that the same product is sold at completely different prices in two stores, there is no guarantee that you will not disclose it to the surroundings no matter how big a woman is.

There was a danger that many people would know the problems that we were supposed to solve together. It's also for wealthy and aristocratic associates of the Merchants' Association (Alliance) who are in and out of Poetry's Honey Wine.

The visit of this chestnut-haired man was the turning point in Casserole's life.

Castello, who had regained total calm, saw the man in front of him again.

A man with a straight face and sharp purple blue eyes.

"... who the hell are you? You're not just a scholar, are you?

"Me."

The man laughed.

"I'm an adventurer and a partner of Theoli. I'm going to welcome her to my wife."

"Eventually... You said you had a wife."

"That's a play. Of course, the setting (...) is also a creation. I'm the only one, Theoli."

In other words, the man is not a scholar or anything, and the fact that he has a Northern Ishan wife is all a lie.

"... I've been hit, sir"

As a casserole, I can only laugh bitterly.

"Don't ever do anything stupid again. You don't have to be guilty. At best, you have to be serious."

"... I will do it."

Casserro, who dropped off the man who waved his hand, asked about the situation by a regular customer - a friend who tended to approach him reluctantly - and smiled bitterly with his shoulders crossed.

"It's a claim. I made a big mistake, sir. You seem to have forgiven me, so the rest depends on my hard work."

On this day, Cassello Franco set out again. After being reborn as a genuine businessman, Caselo's shop was said to have several branches in the Kingdom.

In later years, he answers to a newspaper story like this.

"Never make a fool of people's connections. Even people who seem irrelevant at first glance are bound to be connected somewhere. I always see pain in my eyes when I fool around with that trivial edge."

Even if the person in front of you appears to be a small person, he or she may be his or her own guest. You may be a valued customer. He may bring business fortune in the name of rumors, even if he is not directly involved.

Edges call edges, which eventually become fat connections.

It was a casserole mantra and a commandment that only disregarded a few friends and their previous reputation.

"--To tell you the truth, one of the customers who looked down on me and caused trouble was quite a big one. That's what I learned a long time ago, but the customer is a nasty lover, and now she's his wife. No, my liver is really cold already. Is that him? Thanks to you, I'm still a good customer."

That said, Casserole closed the conversation with a nostalgic face.