Magi Craft Meister

As Groma gently emphasizes that she is a traveler, she gently looks around and aims for the town of Fleck.

Eira looked at it from the street outside the town.

(Glooma, come back safely....)

I had a bad feeling, and I was so anxious and irresistible.



(Looks more like a village than a town...)

Groma said so as she walked from the street to the town of Fleck. Of course, don't say it out loud, but in your heart.

In particular, the town is surrounded by barley fields and vegetable fields, and the settlement behind them is only surrounded by wooden fences.

It doesn't go as far as the idyllic rural landscape... but at least it doesn't look like a town.

In the sense of Groma, the village is a primary industry, and the town is a place where the secondary and tertiary industries flourish.

In that sense, the town of Fleck had too many primary industries.

(Well, that's fine. Problem to come)

Walking along the wide path between the wheat and the vegetable fields, Groma now stood at the entrance of the city of Fleck.

Pretending to be a traveller stopping by, she enters the town.

(It's a normal town... I don't think there's anything particularly strange about it.)

That said, Groma himself hasn't seen so many towns around.

Since he was originally raised in the Western Duchy and was living the days of research, he would generally fall into the category of "unknown to the world".

Even so, there was a sense that it was better than Eila, and above all, there was an insistence that Eila could not be made to play a dangerous role.

A voice was heard as Groma walked down the street all the way to the town.

Oh, you're traveling, aren't you?

Ah, hello there.

He looks like a farmer in a straw hat. And on his shoulder was a camel, and he was about to go into the field.

“Yes, I am staying in the town of Urau, but I have come to hang out.”

"Oh, you're a fan of things." There's nothing in the village... no, it's a town. "

No, no, I like to go around the area relaxed.

I see. Well, you can do whatever you want.

Having said that, the farmer-like man walked away towards the field.

For now, Groma feels a little relieved that the inhabitants here don't seem to be exclusive.

And as I stepped into the city, I realized that it was busier than I thought and there were more crowds.

(Oh, there are more people than I thought...)

There's a lot of people coming and going around the town, and it should be lively... but Groma couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

(Is something wrong?... no, it's unnatural...?)

Groma walks around the town without knowing the identity of the discomfort.

Suddenly, I noticed the identity of the discomfort.

"It's a hat...!"



"Ah......"

I accidentally let out a scream. Groma, who had been cast by several residents, rushed to his mouth.

(Everyone is wearing a hat. Even though the sun is not so strong. Farmers anyway, children and the elderly....)

Straw hats, hunting hats, piquet hats, inner folds, knitted hats, and many more, but everyone on the road is wearing a hat.

Besides, I can't hear the conversation.

The silent town.

Thinking that it might be okay for the residents to talk to each other a little bit, Groma's spine became a little cold.

(What the hell is that supposed to mean...)

Even if you think about it, you won't get an answer.

However, Groma decided that something unusual was definitely happening in this town.

(This is too much for my hand. I think we should go back and report it.)

And when I returned my heel and tried to turn back,

Oh dear traveler, are you back already?

There was a voice saying,



Looking at his voice, he is the farmer. There is a thin smile on his face.

Although nervous for a moment, Groma replied in the guise of a natural wind as much as possible.

“Yeah, I don't have much time, I'm leaving today.”

I see.

With a thin smile, the farmer

"I hope you can go home..."

There was a mumbling.



"... slow"

Eira muttered frustratedly in the shadow of a rocky dimple, a hiding place.

She wasn't good at waiting, but she couldn't wait two hours until three in the afternoon.

My throat was drying up and I was feeling hungry.

(That said, returning to the town of Urau is different, and once I infiltrated the town, there will be nothing to report... oh, I brought a golem with me.)

I didn't expect this to happen, so I can't help it.

In the first place, both Eila and Glooma are researchers, and this kind of behavior is misplaced.

(Ah, two more hours... please don't... Groma, come back soon!)

Screaming in my heart.

In response, a voice came from overhead.

"... I found it"

When Eira looked up, there was a woman in a deep hat peeking in...



And the three of them were discontinued.



5: 30 pm.

Three people won't come back.

It's a little further before Glooma's [writing] is read...