Master of the brave.

Leticia, the brave man who defeated the Demon King, will go back about three years from the day he triumphed over the Empire City.

"Thank you, Mr. Wynn. Yes, this is for you."

"Thank you"

Hand over the herbs and mushrooms you've collected to the pharmacist general and get paid.

"You're not with that girl these days, are you?

"Yeah, well. Looks like Letty left the capital because of the house situation."

"Really? We both looked great together, but we're gonna miss you."

January from my last game with Letty - he said I was going a long way, but have I reached my destination yet? Were you able to get used to it well ahead of your wife?

Several times I saw the sons of the Inn - Mark and Abel and the neighborhood kids, inviting Letty to play, but when I noticed them, I thought they would have skinned potatoes together next to the wins they were working on, or opened the book if they were taking a break.

I always wished he'd come and play, but even if he did, Letty didn't snort hard, and if he kept saying it, he'd cry out or make him like it because he'd be angry.

I was worried that that best friend (...), who was stubborn and didn't miss anything but himself, would be able to do well with his daughter-in-law.

"I'll try to get you home as soon as I can!

Letty's words the last day I saw her.

I didn't know what I was going to do, but I meant Letty, who was keen to study. I'm sure you'll soon become familiar with the new environment.

We'll probably never see each other again.

I also feel lonely when I think about it.

Wynn still assumed that Letty had been married to a distant city.

If you look at the newspapers, they have picturesque and brave traveling parade patterns, but the newspapers are still only circulating among some of the rich.

I knew about the rumors that a brave man had descended and set out on a crusade to the Demon King because it was spreading among adventurers and merchants staying in the Inn, but I don't think Letty-Brave.

Originally, Letty is the only one who gets tangled up in a win where I just work every day.

Every day that Letty is gone and working out more and more silently by herself, or just doing her job.

It was impossible to tell such a win to know the details of a brave man.

"Bye, Auntie. Nice to see you again"

"Aye! Thanks."

You can't beat your best friend (Letty).

Winn ran out after the pharmacist as he regained his shoulder-shaped bag in a temper.

For about a year now, he also did some herb collection work that he could receive at the Adventurer's Guild during his morning run in, as well as letter delivery work.

If I went to the Adventurer Guild, I would have had as much work done by this hand.

We couldn't just get in deep into the woods where demons come out, but if it was medicinal herbs and mushrooms as difficult as the runaway adventurers would get, we could get them around the woods.

The delivery of the letters are two people who have been running around the city from time to time.

That's how efficiently I was able to get around my delivery destinations more than a runaway adventurer. Besides, many people who send out letters are aristocrats or merchants.

Regardless, it's still early mornings and other times, so often the family hasn't woken up, mostly plugged in through the door gap, but the aristocratic house just has a gatekeeper.

Sometimes apart from the request, I even got a heartbeat (especially the noblemen who want to look good pay the money), so I was able to get close to the target amount at once over the past year.

"Wynn! I'm not swinging my stick off, go to the market and buy this guy"

"Yes."

With Letty gone, Winn's work at the inn was growing.

I've been waving a wooden sword with Letty since I've been pumping water, but recently Hannah started asking me to do some purchasing work by the time I finished pumping water.

Winn was glad that Hannah finally recognized him as one person, even though he could leave him to the buyout, and he was happy to do his job.

As for Hannah, Letty was gone, so I no longer had to take into account (to Letty's house), though I just wanted to push the job more than ever.

Run the notes Hannah gets to the market with one hand.

The day was also a time yet to come and it was dim, but the market was buoyant.

Kids like yourself who were asked to use them, or pedestrians dressed in travel clothes. Crops harvested in villages and farmers loaded with handicrafts and other trinkets have already shown their liveliness.

Many of the customers of this time have a large number of business associates for purchasing purposes, and as the sun grows higher, there are more people like city dwellers, adventurers, and travelers.

Exactly because running in this crowd can be a lot of annoyance, Winn, who was walking to the store where "Migratory Bird Pavilion" was being looked after as a supplier, stopped.

At the end of that gaze, a skewer who is commercializing people who come to buy at this hour.

The gravy dripping from the meat stung on the skewer, along with the sound of juice every time it fell on the charcoal, swept the surrounding area with a fragrant and delicious smell.

Fished by the smell, many people gather around the stall, some of them tilting beer and wine glasses even though it is only morning.

I spit in my mouth.

He just ran around the dark city and finished a manual labor that seemed to scream even an adult called water pumping.

Winn's stomach, not even speaking of breakfast, let alone in the middle of growing up, was complaining of a fierce hunger.

I was unintentionally tempted by the flirtatious and its smell...

"I'll try to get you home as soon as I can!

I thought I heard Letty in my head.

Even my best friend (Letty) is working alone in an unfamiliar environment in a distant land away from home.

Save the money you need in a little while. Besides, I'm gonna be a knight. What am I gonna do if I lose this temptation?

With the thought of death, he shakes off the smell of skewering and rushes ahead out of sight so as not to look further.

He doesn't know yet.

We'll be back in the same place, trapped in the same trap, doing the exact same thing.

- Can I really be a knight?

I sometimes think while washing potatoes and carrots.

Even wins that don't think too deeply can be troubling.

Schools open their doors to everyone as long as they can pass the pay-as-you-go entrance exam, but most of the students are noble children, as well as children of wealthy merchants and landowners.

Regardless of when I was five years old when I wanted to be a knight, I knew that I was now pursuing dreams I didn't deserve to be.

Mark, the eldest son of "Migratory Bird Pavilion," who turns fifteen, has started studying cooking from Randall to succeed him in the inn, and how to keep books from Hannah.

Mark, who had just played, had also recently been actively helping his father with his work, whether he had come to realize that he was a successor.

Meanwhile, his thirteen-year-old second son, Abel, had made several public appearances at Randell's courtesy chamber of commerce, but after a while he escapes, he returns to his home.

"I want to be an adventurer!

Randell drops his fist bone as he puts his blues to what Abel tends to dream about.

"Yeah, well, maybe Abel has a small city or inn."

That's what Hannah always says and shelters Abel, who cries in tears to scolding Randall.

It was sweet, Hannah, as far as my own sons were concerned.

But Randell's words scolding 'I tend to dream too much' also pierce Winn's heart wiping the floor with a rag.

Even myself, I can't laugh about Abel.

I'm chasing an unidentified dream.

Money will be saved soon, but is that really okay?

Even if you could go to school, you wouldn't end up being a knight, and you'd be wasting your time.

Winn, who has no parents to support and just one best friend who has traveled far away, can't talk to anyone and just encourages the money he saves to work today, to work out.

You should be working hard in the distance, thinking you can't beat your best friend (Letty) -.