Mushoku no Eiyuu ~Betsu ni Skill Nanka Iranakattan daga~

"No less than 4th grade!"

"There is no food to feed the sixth grade!"

"I'm a luxury store specializing in second grade or higher!

After that, I went to several stores, all of which were paid in advance.

Every store always asks for a grade, and there is no restaurant that can be eaten in the sixth grade.

"What should I do"

If you start to think that there is no restaurant for the sixth grade in the first place, you will find a restaurant.

It was a ragged shop that wondered if the store was open.

"If it wasn't here, it wouldn't be"

I went into the store thinking about the last thing.

There are no customers, probably because it's already past noon.

"... Hmm? Welcome!"

A middle-aged man rowing a boat in the back of the store notices me and wakes up.

Probably he is the owner.

"It's the sixth grade."

"... sixth grade?"

The man was stunned.

"Can I eat here?"

"... Oh, wait a minute."

When the man nods and stands up, he reattaches his apron and enters the kitchen.

Finally found it.

I sat down at a nearby seat and asked for a proper set meal.

After a while, food will be delivered.

This is a dish of minced pork wrapped in cabbage leaves and simmered in tomato soup.

A moderately sour and fragrant smell ticks the nasal cavity.

"delicious"

As soon as I put it in my mouth, the juice overflowed.

The cabbage is soaked in the taste, and the tomato acidity is just right.

"Thank you. I'm just confident in the taste.

Apparently, there are usually few customers.

"Why?"

"Sorpia, customers can't stop at shops where they can eat even in sixth grade."

The shopkeeper shook his shoulders, saying, naturally.

"Well, you look like you're not a city inhabitant. You probably struggled to find your store, but it was clearly distinguished from first to sixth grade by profession. , Low-grade humans are discriminated in many places.

In this city, all occupations seem to be assigned to some grade.

So did the guards advise?

I'm unemployed and probably knew that it wouldn't even be available in most stores because it would be the sixth grade at the bottom.

"It's a city like heaven for upper class people, but hell for lower class people, because even out of the city is forbidden. Just like a slave."

Discrimination by occupation is not uncommon.

However, this is the first time that the city has been promoting it, or rather the city itself.

"I'm bad for you, but I'm not even treated as a human in the sixth grade. I don't think I'm going to get sick from something bad, or I hate to approach."

"Why did you choose to enter the sixth grade?"

To my question, the shopkeeper looked like he swallowed something bitter,

"... My daughter is sixth grade."

Then, as if he had cut off the weir, the shopkeeper was angry.

"He's nothing different from other humans! It's a pretty child who looks cute and cares about others' feelings! Until he was ten years old, he was a favorite among customers and he was confessed by his neighbors Because it wasn't once or twice! I hope nothing has changed before then! "

HM.

Is the owner's daughter the same "unemployed" as me?

"... but there is hope"

"Hope?"

"Oh, do you know" Emperor "?"

"No, I've never heard of it."

"Some countries were just a few years ago, but now they are under dominating power and becoming a great power. It's a dreamy country for my daughter. "

Is there such a country?

It would certainly be appreciated for those who are struggling for their profession.

Well, it has nothing to do with me.

"I want to go right now, but unfortunately, sixth-grade citizens do not have the right to leave the city, but the nation is nearing its reach and is aiming for the next city. It's rumored that when asked by higher-ranking people, I'm horrible, but I want you to attack as soon as possible. "

Then the shopkeeper raised his face as if he noticed something.

"... Isn't it strange? I think it's time to return home."

"Is that daughter?"

"Oh, I'm going to the market to buy something ..."

The shopkeeper distorts his eyebrows anxiously.

"If you're worried, why don't you go to see me?

I was eating while listening to the owner, so I paid for it while proposing so.

I came to the market with the shopkeeper.

Many stalls are lined up.

Many people come and go, and it is quite busy.

"But when it comes to shops where you can buy sixth grade, there are only a few."

It was when the shop owner was frustrated and frustrated.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

Turn your eyes toward your voice.

A sixteen-year-old girl bowed down to a young man and apologized desperately.

The man's hand seems to be a whip and is about to throw a girl.

The owner changed his blood and cried.

"Melia !?"

"... Huh? Dad!"