Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Me who manages to get out of the crowd and start chasing whoever pulled my wallet out.

You'll notice if you hurry too fast, and there are still a lot of people on the main street.

I can't say I have a good nose, too, and I can't chase after the crowd in a place where so many people go, so I decided to go after them secretly for now until I got somewhat out to an open place.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to realize I'd noticed.

I want to stay away from the scene as soon as possible rather than desperately from me, although I am in a hurry to escape.

I see that idea. It's a way out.

I suppress it to the point that I'm still used to it, or maybe it's a little early in the eyes.

Thanks to that, it wasn't so hard to chase.

And where the boulevard also came to the less crowded neighborhood, I just glanced around and walked into the alley.

─ ─ Gassi.

And, grab my arm and stop.

"... be!?

I said to the person who looked up in surprise.

"You know what I'm trying to say? Hey, come here."

That's what I'm saying, then I'm dragging you into the alley.

On the boulevard side, it's not because I don't want to be treated like a bad guy because I'm freaking out or showing off my odd grass.

I know well enough to say that there aren't many people around wisdom like that.

Because that happens a lot in Malt......

That's why no matter how rambling or screaming, the official constitution pulls people's good annoying people to the point where they don't come close.

In the meantime, the person who did the digging has called for me to free him all kinds of times, and some people noticed him, but not so many people, say Lucalis, who have enough nerve to stop a man with a one-handed sword down his waist from pulling someone in the alley, on a skeletal mask that seems to be the case to see.

The official constitution would also be called over time, but it didn't take that long to just move on to the back of the alley.

Later, it is possible that someone will ask me a lot, but by then I will have no more proof, so I can do anything if I answer appropriately...

Hmm.

I'm kind of a scoundrel with my thoughts, but nothing. I'm not going to punish this guy or anything, so it won't be a problem.

The alley was also going pretty deep, and it was quiet that the person who did the digging could not help but give up on the boulder.

It is quite blue to see the complexion.

Maybe I felt like I was done because my behavior was that of someone who was used to these things.

Well, normally, because if you do something like this to an adventurer, they could kill you in some cases.

I know exactly how you feel.

"Well... first the purse you took from me, can you give it back?

"Hey, what are you talking about..."

"You can't let a boulder rip you off, can you? Mostly, you already know it's useless in those places, don't you?

What I was trying to say was that the killer is already confirmed by you, so stop interacting like that because it's a hassle, but apparently he heard it in a different way.

As I have noticed,

"... right. You kill me and then you find me... see, this is it."

And he handed me my purse.

I kind of feel like I've become a horrible bad guy.

But what I'm doing is normally I just took my possession back from my pockets...

"So? What are we going to do now? You're turning me over to the government constitution? Or do you want to kill me on this spot? Whatever you want..."

Pulling to say so like I gave up.

But I shook my head to the side.

"No? I'm not willing to do anything... In the first place, you, this is a rare time. There are not many races like you in Lucalis... but I heard you went back to Sea Street, which is mostly in the sea."

Yes, the person who did the digging on me... it was a girl, but the look of it was very different from that of our tribe Human.

No, I'm not human either... anyway.

The girl's appearance is roughly in the same shape as that of a human race, but she can see something squishy and scaly growing on her skin, such as her neck and arms.

Furthermore, the ears are completely different from those of the people, shaped like fishes.

The brilliance of the iris is also different from that of the human race.

Obviously that's from a species called the Fishman.

To take a sip with "Fishman" is similar to calling "Beast Man" and not everyone is in the same shape.

Because it is normal for beastmen to look very different because of the difference in beast factors that each possesses.

of werewolves and cats, for example. As it differs.

The same is said of the Fishman.

I don't know much about Malt either because he was one of the few races, but he had that much knowledge.

I just can't tell for sure what pedigree 'fisherman' this girl is.

If you're around whalers or pigeons, it's pretty easy to understand...

Because the body is obviously big, or the teeth are shiny as a pimple, because it is easy to feature in such parts.

But this girl doesn't have that kind of thing... maybe she does, but it felt like she didn't have the kind of fish that came to mind when she looked at it all the time.

So much so that I could barely tell "Fishman" by scales and ears.

Some of these "fishmongers," I think, are rare.

That's why my gaze was from pure interest, but it didn't seem that way to the girl.

"... most of my countrymen did go back to sea... so if you sell me to a slaver, you will surely be rewarded...!

It seemed like a gaze at the price of the product.

It certainly doesn't look like you're into a slaver or a dark profession, but it's not...

I say.

"I don't even mean to. I just want to tell you not to do this anymore. In the first place, you fishermen are doing pretty good business in this city of Lucalis, right? I've heard that even a child like you can do that, picking up and selling rare things that are only at the bottom of the ocean that people can't go to"

Yes, I didn't know why I bothered to do anything about it, even though I would have the art of living like that.