Okami Wa Nemuranai

18

"Zinger, by the way"

"Yes, what is it"

"On the forty-third level of the Ninae Labyrinth, the Wolcan Shield came out."

"Eh."

Always looking at the surprise face of the depositing calm Zinger, Lekan grinned.

"Really? Actually, my shield came out of Ninae."

I know about that (appraisal), but Zinger doesn't seem to know that Lekan knows about it.

"You let yourself out"

"No, the Marquis bought it and gave it to me."

Jerez said the "Wolcan Shield" was a dream that no knight could have had. Zinger probably still admires the Marquis for getting such a shield and giving it to himself.

I absolutely don't like Lecan, such as serving someone.

Nor would I risk my life on one mission. I will try to accomplish the work I have undertaken as much as possible, but if the situation changes and doing the work is to my detriment, I will just run away. Without that amount of graphics, adventurers can't.

But in other words, and that is why, Lekan has a strange respect for those who serve their masters faithfully, or who abandon themselves and try to fulfill their mission.

I don't want to fight this guy anymore, looking at the wrinkles deeply engraved in Zinger's face, Lekan thought.

"Zinger's made me tea, it's good"

"That's more than anything."

"Really, it's delicious"

There's Norma, there's Zinger, sipping tea and looking in the garden, I like Lecan this time of year.

When I'm here, I don't remember anything about the labyrinth or killing each other, I just can do the fluffy time with the thriving herbs.

The first time I came to this facility was two months ago.

In those days, there were many red and white flowers blooming and gorgeous in the garden.

Now the greens of trees and grass are vibrant. White little flowers add a touch of pomposity and colour.

Spring's brilliance is good, but summer's calm, powerful ambiguity is good.

Never before have trees and grasses been greeted in this way.

Labyrinth is a colorless world.

More and more, red, blue, green, white, colorful as soaked.

If you follow the memory of the labyrinth, there are no brightly colored scenes.

All memories are dressed in bitter gray.

No.

Only red is different.

Only the bright red blood color is painfully vivid.

And if you remember the color of that blood, you get a laugh in your mouth and eyes every second.

That is the world in which Lecan lives.

Yesterday was a bloody day.

Tomorrow will also be a bloody day.

But only today.

Just one day today.

By this woman who offered her life to heal the wounds and illnesses of others.

I want to hit the smell of tea.

Yes, Lecan thought.

19

I bought a skewer because it was late, and when I got home, what a desire Arios had for lunch. I put Arios' dish in my stomach as we all pinched the skewers.

"Lord Lecan. Would you mind if I sold the poison bag I received at the Cheney store?"

"Whatever you want."

There was such a conversation.

20

The Cheney Shop Head Office was a decorative bungalow building.

Whether the buildings on both wings were connected by buying something that was originally another store, there are roofs of varying materials, antiquity, and height.

Cheney herself popped up and greeted Lecan, Edda and Arios.

It is an amazingly large store in the back, with a large number of warehouses.

I was led to the little building behind it.

An elaborately crafted building with an elegant garden.

A beautiful woman's clerk brought her fragrant tea in a cup that looked expensive.

Enjoying tea whilst in the garden for a while, Cheney began her memorabilia.

"I was born in this town. When my father died, I sold the grocery store, cleared my debts, and went into business. One way you could set up a small shop in this town of Sioux. I've already worked my ass off."

Recan says nothing.

"It was a poor town, but the young lord struck a lot of hands with a policy of lowering the taxes on merchants and calling them into town. Somehow you adore me. There was a crisis in the store, and there were several major crises in town."

Cheney's face looking at the garden looks incredibly old.

"But the town got busier. Now I don't even see people starving to death in the winter on the road anymore. The store has grown a lot."

(This man is trying to decide something)

I'm looking back at the past to make up my mind.

"A strange one has put in the sidelines, so I was chased through the seat of the Lordship Lead Merchant I had kept for many years, and faced a crisis where I didn't know what would happen to the store, but thanks to Master Lecan, I got through it"

At some point, the method of calling Lecan has been promoted to "Dear".

"It's a coincidence."

"Yeah. It's a coincidence. Coincidence is what God gives you. I thought it was God's guidance to meet Lekan."

Boa, a god should have been a god of business.

"Now the store is safe. I was thinking about retiring from the store with my grandson."

"Yeah? Mr. Cheney. You're still young. We can still go."

"Ha ha. If you could say that to someone like Mr. Eda, I haven't thrown it away yet, either. But people seem to see me young, but I'm the same age as your lord's father."

Lekan was also surprised by this.

I remember the face of the lord who carved the annual wheel.

Lecan has a hard time figuring out the human age in this world, but it doesn't mean that that lord is lower than forty.

It is truly surprising that that father and Cheney are the same year.

"To me like that, Master Lekan brought you something extraordinary"

Strangely enough, I'm no longer old on Cheney's face. He is a youthful, hectic face.

"Materials of warcraft deep in the Ninae Labyrinth. Eighth Large Spider Upper Species Twenty-four legs, head, belly and poison bags, and the thread of a spotted spider's nest in the second half of the twentieth hierarchy. You won't be able to handle all this at once, even though you're the king's merchant."

Cheney turned around.

Looking straight at Lecan's right eye.

"Try one. Boa, God whispered so to me."