Riot Grasper

The southern side of the city of Melbail is already a familiar commercial district.

The east side is an industrial zone where many craftsmen cover the workshop.

The north side is a city district where a lot of people live.

And the west side is crowded with a weave of commercial and city districts.

In the western port town of Pascum, a wealth of goods is imported through the sea.

Those necessities, practical goods, materials such as ores and skins, are transported to the city of Melbail, from where they spread further within the Kingdom of Richelle.

Therefore, it is understandable that the western side, which serves as the front door, is busy.

From me, who hasn't been anywhere but this city, there's something exciting about this escort to Pasquam.

Yes, the world is waiting for me!

Well... I'm waiting for everyone at the West Gate because I arrived a little early.

After a while, Mr. Arnold had Rim, Mr. Bace, and finally Mr. Bato, all of us in order.

The two-horse standing carriage with Mr. Bato on it is quite large, and if this is a carriage with him, he is likely to be quite successful as a merchant.

That's business talent lv2.

She said she would go to Pascum to buy it, but if she saw various items in the carriage, she would also sell them for export.

I'm the one behind the carriage.

Left and right became the beast parent and child.

Speaking of which, Mr. Bace is sitting relaxed alongside Mr. Bato on your podium.

Well, because you're following me at No Gala this time as an exam officer? It's nothing, is it?

As for the forward, if anything, Mr. Bato will speak to everyone immediately, so there is no problem.

Mr. Bace, who basically declared himself to be the air, gave me only one word of advice.

Says you should be careful because horseshit mines can burst behind the carriage?

Shit, no more.

You insignificantly recommended the back of the carriage escort to me, didn't you, Mr. Bace?

I want you to say gaffoon one day.

All the way out of the city of Melbail, to the west.

As the lush plains continued for a while and the city shadows at the rear gradually faded, it seemed like a terrible nostalgia for a place that had only spent less than ten days.

Carriage speed is surprisingly fast.

I wonder if it's about 6 to 7 km/h with a physical sensation.

It's pretty tiring to keep walking all the way on early walks.

If I didn't have physical enhancement skills, I might have been dumped all over horse shit.

As for the two of you escorting left and right, it looks okay if your health in front of you is different from that of a human.

As for Mr. Bace, I don't see him... well, he's asleep.

The moment the shadow created by the sun became shorter - the carriage stopped once by the time the sun reached Jomtien and was to take a break.

Slightly sloping slopes have been climbed, making it a small, tall hill.

Sit back on a rock rolling in a position that looks like a good view, tilt the water bottle and rehydrate.

By looking out at the magnificent scenery, you can even feel the illusion of fatigue washing away.

Looking up at the sky, a bunch of clouds flutter through the bright blue space.

When you lower your gaze, the horizon looks thin and thin all the way far away.

Further down, in the lower left, the Great Forest is much deeper than the South Forest where I used to hunt.

In the lower right corner, you can see the plains stretching along the river flow.

Pasquam Street seems to be passing between them.

Still a little distance away, but I can also see something like an accommodation along the street.

... Did Bato say we were going to have lunch there?

Accommodation built along the streets refers to simple accommodation used by travellers and merchants, and management is carried out by villagers living nearby.

Sure, there's a small road stretching to the right to branch out of the lodging, and although I can't see it coming from here, I'm sure there's a village ahead of it -

"Do you see anything...?

-!? Questioned by an unexpected punch, the water that was moisturizing my throat stained my nose twinkly.

Rim.

No, I thought it was a beautiful view.

"Yes, because the villages I lived in were full of these landscapes, somewhere... familiar"

Rim's brown hair shines like gold in the light of the sun as do his eyes.

Has some distressed expression reminded me of my hometown, which was attacked by demons?

I'm sorry, but I don't think I can twist a word that carefree.

"My pockets are big..."

"Huh? What did you say?

... I wanted to express something I couldn't get into about this wonderful view, and Rim's past, but it doesn't convey at all.

"- Time to go back to the carriage."

"Yeah."

Instead, I was fortunate that Rim didn't understand.

Walking fast. What was floating behind my brain.

'What shall I do? I'm embarrassed to death'

Because it was.

Down the hill, for a while...

We arrived at the lodging and it was lunchtime.

Mr. Bato and Mr. Bace were originally supposed to have lunch here, so they went inside the inn.

Me and the Beast Father and Child decide to eat the meal we brought outside.

This can also be considered part of the escort, as it is not necessarily necessary for someone not to do bad things to the carriage that is the connection.

Hit the "Roasted Alma Chicken Millefeuille-style" bread by Dario.

It was said that it tasted even better when warmed, so the innkeeper gently broiled it on fire.

How the hell did you make this?

There were several layers in the bread, one layer packed with meat with different flavors.

The first layer is hors d 'oeuvres that enjoy the flavour of the ingredients with just salt and pepper.

The second layer is a main dish flavoured in dark eyes with a sauce boiled with gravy.

The third layer is -...

"... Mr. Dario, Seriously God"

After enjoying lunch slowly, I take out the fruit pie that Dario gave me.

One of the two people who were dining beside me - I could see Rim reacting with Pickle.

I decide to eat one and give the rest to the rim.

"Are you sure?

I'm going to ask you back, but your hand is already grabbing the pie I have.

"Yeah, but this time it's like splitting it with Mr. Arnold."

"... yeah"

I was observing what I would do because it seemed interesting, but I was splitting the fruit pie in half with a face that seemed to fit the expression plush...... and handing it to Mr. Arnold.

It is a smiling sight somewhere.

- Once again, take the path west.

Take the streets as you look at the Great Forest to the left.

On the right is a plain with a good view, so it would be in the woods to be vigilant.

I don't like bandits a bit when they come out.

I don't know if I can kill humans... unless I try.

But well, if you have a proper escort, the bandits won't bother to attack you, either, it's what Bato says.

I'm just tired of worrying too much.

"- Pussy!" "Pussy!"

Yeah. It was the demon that attacked me.

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Four orcs came out of the woods.

The exterior is noteworthy, a bipedal pig.

Human-like height on cloudy skin like a mixture of gray. He also looks excited to drool from the corner of his mouth.

What you have in your hand is a stick.

Skill is - Bar LV1.

Proficiency is poor (6-8/10).

Barometric.

It's not a skill to waste, and if you can steal it, I'll steal it.

"Saiji! Handle one rim at a time. I'll kill you both."

Mr. Arnold, who was escorting the left side of the carriage, runs first.

Then it's me, then it's Rim.

Pull the freshly polished bazellard out of its sheath and pack the distance while checking the movement of the opponent's stick.

That sounds like a lot of arm power... but it doesn't make sense if you don't hit it.

A swinging stick slammed the ground.

After dodging the leap, he swings his sword and cuts his right arm off faster than the enemy can get in position.

At the same time I touched them, but the result was failure.

... you don't regret anything else.

Well, cleaning up demons is a prerequisite now.

Losing his right arm, he chops off the head of the moaning oak and turns his eyes to the rim.

"- Ha ha!"

Just when the oak waving the stick was pierced by Rim's fist.

No heart, or a heavier blow than I saw in the game.

Sure... do you have the skills to convert magic?

Maybe he's only converting mana and dots for moments of impact to add to his attack power.

An orc with almost a spin in his head falls down this way.

The target who rolled on the ground is already a bug breath.

I gently put my hand on it and then stabbed him in the face with my sword.

- Okay, I stole it.

By the way, you naturally can't steal skills from a dead opponent.

I tried this before, so I'm pretty sure.

Mr. Arnold later, but this one doesn't seem to worry me at all.

The appearance of amputating the oak with a curved knife with an inversely distinctive shape does not feel the need to lend a hand.

I wanted to try robbing all four of them, but I wouldn't be able to say that either in group action.

Just one stolen word is your word.

"No... you're all really strong"

Leaks his breath as Mr. Bato was impressed.

Mr. Bace hasn't even come down from your stand.

I guess they decided it was okay.

"The oak crusade is also equivalent to rank D if requested..."

What a squeal.

"But I didn't know an oak that didn't come out of the woods very often would come out to the streets... did something happen... will I check with Pasqum..."

The body of the oak is not particularly material, nor has it received a request, so leave it and move on.

The forest, which was visible on the left after a while, broke off and the horizon hid out in front.

We walked for another hour... and finally we arrived in Pascum, the port town.

It's smaller than the city of Melbail, but its breasts jump at the sight of the presence of a large port.

Sometimes at dusk, the sunlight setting on the coastline wrapped the harbor in fantastic colors.

During the day the ship will be enlivened by the coming of the ship. The port will regain its calm and that is also a little lonely.

Well, I didn't come to see you this time, so I guess I'll have no choice.

After making the arrangements for the inn, Mr. Bato said he would transport the carriage to the merchant hall where he had planned, and we were freed once we had escorted him to the front of the merchant hall.

Tomorrow morning, they will leave for Melbail with loads of items purchased at this store as well, what a busy thing to do.

Mr. Bace wants to look into something here at the Adventurers Guild in Pasqum, and he wants to act separately from us.

Honestly, unlike Mr. Bace, who was relaxing on your stand, we (maybe just me) were tired of walking, so we headed straight to the inn.

Enter the inn you arranged and be led to your room.

The building of the Inn is probably better grade than a full-blown oyster pavilion.

but the problem is cooking.

Just a harbor town inn with delicious fish.

"Who made this ray?"

I hope it doesn't look like it.

... I won't tell you.

- Or is it a three-person room?

Well, I have a client for the inn, and I can't even tell every escort to get a room.

Even so... I can't see how Rim would react to my roommate's rejection.

Did successive doses of fruit pie work?

Or is it okay because Mr. Arnold is with you?

Probably both.

But hey? Look... like when you use water... even if you want to get out of the room...

An employee who guided me to say a word about prejudging my worries like that.

"You must be tired from Melbail to this point. Baths are also available for a different fee at our inn. Please use it."

…?

The dinner we had for all five was quite delicious.

Sometimes the fish is fresh, which seems to be my preference, especially for rims, which are cats.

One dish that turned the fish into a whole herb grill was quickly flattened.

After taking care of the sword as usual, take a bath and change into an easy outfit.

I walked through and rubbed my strong legs loose and threw myself in bed as early as tomorrow.

All right, let's just check today's results before we go to bed.

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Name: Sage Agatuma

Race: Human

Age: 18

Occupation: Adventurer (Rank E +)

Special: Knowledge of intellectuals

Skills

- Bandit's Divine Art (Liot Glasper) LV2 (6/50)

- Physical Capability Enhancement LV3 (5/150)

- Swordsmanship LV2 (25/50)

-State abnormal resistance LV2 (1/50)

-Bar LV1 (7/10)

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I've still got six left, but shaggy.

When I meditated on my eyes, I fell asleep, wrapped in a floating sensation that immediately relieved my tiredness.

"-... uhh?... what..."

Something... can you hear me?

Waking up I shake my head by shaking my hazy consciousness and look around the room.

Is it still dark outside, at midnight or something?

- I think I woke you up.

"Uh... Mr. Arnold? What was that voice earlier..."

Mr. Arnold, illuminated by the slight moonlight from the window and scratching his head with polypoly in regret, was sitting in a chair beside the bed of a rim.

"From time to time, Rim can do what he did earlier. You must be dreaming about when the village was attacked."

As soon as I did, I once again leaked a bittersweet bedtime speech from Rim's mouth.

"Yes... Mother... Where... Stop, stop... It's hot, I want to... Father, where are you..."

As if to respond, Mr. Arnold holds Rim's hand.

Sleep gradually turns into something restful, and the painful sleeping face gradually loosens.

"You know what? I was wondering if it would be better if you didn't ask... Rim's mother..."

"- Dead. The only one who was helped... is my daughter"

"Really..."

"I'm sorry Sage would be tired too. If I did this, I'd be fine. Go to sleep."

So, Mr. Arnold, you've been doing that all night!?

"Um... I don't think there's anything I can do... if you need anything, just say it"

Naturally, those words came out.

I'm sure there's nothing I can do about outsiders.

"... right? If you don't mind, you can stroke this guy's head... because my wife used to do that."

I put my hand on Rim's head in confusion and stroked slowly.

The feel of an ear wrapped in fuzzy hair, on top of Sarah's hair.

Cat ears reacted pickly and Rim muttered something.

"... hey, Mr.... just..."

A glimmer of tears that convey cheeks.

"Thank you, Sage"

"No...... good night"

Once again I go into bed and look at my palms as if I recall what I felt earlier.

- Really... it's too big for my pocket...