Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Later I asked that middle-aged adventurer, and it seemed to be the truth that he wasn't really just going to put a luggage bag on Lorraine, but lent it as a guide because he found out he was about to go to the request without any experience, based on his behavior, physical fitness, etc.

I'm surprised Lorraine and the Adventurers' Union (Guild) are the ones that give so much detailed consideration to rushing adventurers, but that's not how it works.

It just seems if middle-aged adventurers and Lent agree that watching the adventurers in a joint Adventurers' Union (Guild) tavern will make Lorraine catch sight and the two of us talk and possibly make it irrevocable to let them go.

So, he decided to let Lent follow him in the flow, as a luggage holder, so as not to hurt Lorraine's pride, and then the two of us approached Lorraine well.

At the same time, Lorraine thought it was a gratifying consideration.

Again, even though the world I saw was narrow.

After all, all I could see was what I had at hand. Lorraine is.

I knew there were a lot of things I didn't know, but I thought I knew how many things I didn't.

I didn't even know that in reality.

That would be the case.

And Lent and that middle-aged adventurer taught me that, so...

Lorraine was in the city malt for a while after this.

It was such a fun day that my life so far seemed utterly gray that, for the first time in my life, I felt like I couldn't leave this city.

But to this city in this country, Lorraine was coming throwing out the role to play where she was meant to be in the first place.

After days and weeks, Lorraine finally made up her mind when she also stacked up contact with Lorraine.

For once, trying to get back.

And trying to come back here again.

There were no more glitches in that place where I was originally.

The way I live as a scholar. I like that in itself, but I can do it without being in that place.

So to get everything done and come back here, Lorraine traveled the city Malt one day.

However, if I actually went back, it wasn't even the kind of boring place I used to think it was.

If you look closely with your open eyes, you have unexpectedly had colleagues and friends to worry about, and I learned that Lorraine's previous location was not an empty chair or anything.

If I hadn't met Lent, I wouldn't have seen this again.

Meeting him opened the eyes of Lorraine's heart.

I felt that way.

But still.

I wanted to go back to the city Malt.

I thought it was bad for old and new friends, colleagues, but really.

If I told them about it, they gave me a desperate look, but eventually accepted it.

Maybe it was because they felt Lorraine's determination or something unusual.

Instead, however, a few conditions were imposed.

I don't mind being based in the city of Multo, as I come back once a year, he said.

So he asked me to deepen my friendship with them and announce the results of my research in that year.

And keep me posted.

That's about it, I gently admitted, and I actually started working that way.

But some time after I bought a house in the city of Multo and started living alone, I found out how catfish I was in the process.

The research was well done because it was a hobby, but contacts with friends in the country were regular at first, but gradually became absent.

No, they send me letters all the time on a regular basis, but Lorraine's reply had come at a time when I felt comfortable.

As I came back once a year, I also wondered if this year would be a good year, as I approached.

But when I realized it, both the reply to the letter and the homecoming were supposed to stick with Lent.

When asked why Lent knew that, one of his national friends told him because he had sent Lent a letter and asked Lorraine to say hello.

My friend seemed to know very well who to tell Lorraine had to move.

In fact, I started living alone and relied on Lent at first.

Because the majority of Lorraine didn't know what to do.

After they taught me everything, and I could do it all the way through, but I got lazy, Lent often came to Lorraine and said I had no choice but to do a lot of things.

That said, it's not just that.

Instead of getting a lot done, Lorraine taught Lent a lot.

Lorraine is a scholar, even if she rots. That, too, is pretty good.

In other words, Lent was able to ask for enough research to replace Lorraine's chores, usually after paying a considerable amount of money.

Of course, I don't mean that to Lent.

Or Lorraine's past background, Lent doesn't know.

I just think he's a wood-end scholar who's fallen all over the city, and that's what Lorraine has explained.

Nothing. I'm not lying.

I just haven't said that I'm still influential in my country and superior as a scholar.

Well, it's about Lent.

I don't know how convinced I am with that explanation, but it's definitely been a decade that you haven't touched on all of them for now.

Lorraine wanted this relationship to go on forever.

Yes, until I die.

Lent will continue until he can continue his adventurer, and that's fine if he can keep watching it all the time by his side.

My favorite research. While I was beside him, I occasionally ate meals with him, talked crap, and didn't doubt those days would go on.

Although.

One day, Lent Fina disappeared.

A few days, I was anxious that something unusual, such as not coming to Lorraine, might have happened.

Maybe the demon killed him.

If so......

That's when I felt my heart was more disturbed than ever before.

I felt like looking around the city right now, screaming his name out.

But Lorraine understood with that clear brain how pointless it was.

I don't think we should look for it that way, but another way.

It would be nice to make a request to the adventurers.

I don't put threads on gold.

That's all I have to save.

Come on, let's write a request......

That's when I thought I heard the knockers in Lorraine's house, slapping them properly.

This.

After ten years, Lorraine also made a lot of acquaintances with the city Malt.

Someone of them came to visit, possibly.

However, this sound sounded familiar.

Lorraine, who has a research habit on all things, found and remembered legality even to the way knockers beat.

And this beating...

It's Lent Fina.

When I was so sure, I wanted to jump out and leave, but doing it would seem odd to him.

In the first place, he's alive.

I just found out about that, it was enough.

It's a mystery why I haven't even knocked in the past few years, but it's rare to knock on knockers and such, but I also had predictions that if I let it go, I'd know what to do one day and come in with the door open.

So, as nothing happened, I thought I'd welcome him.

Usually, at this hour, Lorraine is asleep on the couch.

So let's do that.

Disturb your hair and lie down appropriately.

I hear the door open.

I heard footsteps walking with this one - he said.

"... hey... hey. []/(n, vs) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)"