Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

We had a wonderful evening and bought souvenirs for everyone waiting in paradise. More tired than expected and drinking tea on the open terrace, guards are talking disturbing rumors over tea at the next table.

I'm tired, and I'm a pain in the ass, so why didn't you ask me?... um, there's the eel thing, and they're the people I treated once. I'll see how it goes... I guess I'll get involved when I go check it out. But if I ignored it, I'd be worried.

"I'm sorry, I heard what you're saying, can you tell me more?

"Hmm? Are we talking about a slum fight right now? He doesn't look like a slum dweller, but why would he be interested?

The guard asks me a little alert. You just listen to the slums and you're on guard?

"I'm asking the slum kids for a job. Of course it's not illegal work. It's a formal job to pay wages."

"A formal job left to the children of the slums? I can't believe you're cutting down wages and using them like slaves."

I talked properly, but I got even more alert.

"No way, I won't do that. I need an eel, so I'm promising to sell it to the slums."

"... Hmm, you don't seem to be lying. I don't know what you're going to use it for, but if you want to fool us, you're going to say stupid things like," Get the eel. "

... I think I'm going to cry over the low ratings on eels. Even if you find out how to eat it deliciously, it's not going to be popular soon.

"In the meantime, could you just give me an overview?

"... okay. There are two factions in the slum, one close to a vigilante led by a man named Blast who can be described as moderate. The other will do anything for money, a bunch of inferiors led by the one who says Nello.

They say the lower breeds led by that Nello were attacked by blasts. I hear Blast isn't feeling well. I guess I'm finally going to put the slam in my hand. It's annoying. "

Mr. Blast and the others are moderates? I almost got robbed of the hardware, didn't I? Besides... I've been trying to punch him right after the treatment. So a moderate... well, I guess that Nero means moderate compared to him.

"No, for some reason, I heard yesterday that a godlike, awesome cleric healed all the inhabitants of the slum. And for free. So if they healed up to Blast, it would be a hassle, so there are rumors that they stopped waiting until they died and quickly changed direction to raid."

"Ha, don't believe the silly rumors. How many slum dwellers do you think there are? It's impossible to treat everyone, no matter how awesome the clergy is. There's no such thing as a cleric treating slums who don't have money in the first place."

"Haha, right? There's no way there's such a strange cleric."

Two laughing guards. Sounds like the clergy's underrated, too. I feel arrogant running a business because they have a monopoly on magic about treatment. I don't even know if monopolies grow because they're delicious.

Nevertheless, thank you, Jude, for your quick action. You spreading rumors like you promised... that? Maybe I'm the one who cut this fight off?... Well, that's it, originalism was different, and it was all a protest eventually. I'm not responsible.

"Um, I was listening, and I thought, aren't the guards going to intervene? I don't care what you think. If a guy named Nello wins, there's going to be more crime."

"Well, you are. That's what he thinks when he doesn't know anything. I want us to beat Blast if we can. It doesn't seem like a bad story to intervene for that. I wish the place wasn't a slum. When a guard intervenes in that place in a detour, it stimulates the ones with the scratches on their tibia and makes a lot of noise. So now the guard's job is to monitor the slums. Don't let those idiots get out of the slam and get out of the way."

"I see. Is that what happened?"

In short, when a guard unit or something enters a slum, this could start a war between the guard and the slum?

"Oh, that's why you better stay away from the slums now. It's rough."

"Okay. Thank you."

I told him I would pay for the information, but he refused because it would be a bribe. What do you care? They have high ethics. Just say thank you and go back to your table.

You're making it impossible to intervene from the institutional side in a detour.... So, what am I supposed to do? Are you going out of your way to see what's going on with the slums in the war? When that happens, it looks like some of them are like assassins, and I'm anxious not to use Silfi's help.

I feel sorry to be traveling alone and summoning Silfi for two days in a row, but I'm most embarrassed to go and see how it goes on my own and accidentally die. If you want to go, I'll call Silfi. If you don't want to go, keep hoping Mr. Blast wins. Stand by straight...... which one do you prefer?

.................. Damn. I'm subtly concerned. Whatever happens to the slum dwellers, I found out. It's not like this one. But if the kids who asked for the job were involved, they wouldn't sleep well when they went to pick up the eel.

... Was I the type of person who cared so much about others? Either I was first, or I wasn't as close as I could be to danger. Could the interaction with the Bells and Gina have made my heart feel better?

... No, you don't. Right now, the biggest anxiety is going to the slums to see what happens and what to do if you can't get to Beryl's gems. If he's got a clean heart, the safety of the slums should be of primary concern. Something pissed me off.

Well, it's also true that the children who asked for the eel are concerned, and should we summon Silfi to confirm it? Pay for the tea, bow your head to the guards and move to the slam.

Going down the street facing the slums, there is indeed a large number of guards. But I'm not surprisingly nervous. Though I have been on patrol for a while, I haven't had a tingle about chatting or anything. Like the coffee shop guard said, I guess the slam thing is slam. It's like a different world.

The patrol seems to be just in case. Still a little more, shouldn't we be serious? Well, okay. If I were on strict alert, it would even be hard for me to get into a slum. Now, summon Silfi, and I'll be in the slam, too.

"What's going on?

Explain the current situation to the summoned Silfi.

(That's why. I'm not even willing to join the war, but I want to know what's going on, so I need your help.)

"You're already in contention yesterday today. Didn't Yuta tell you to rest quietly?

Sylphie tells me like she's stunned. Right, Mr. Blast was dying until yesterday, wasn't he?

(Yeah, I told you. Mr. Blast probably got raided because he seemed like the type of person to hold on to promises)

"Yeah, well, if you're worried about Yuta, I can help you."

He doesn't seem very interested. I guess there's no people-to-people struggle among the elements that Silfi would be interested in. On the other hand, Marie at the grocery store or something is interesting, and I'm not sure what standards I enjoy.

(It helps. Speaking of which, how's everybody doing in paradise? You haven't had a problem?

If we get into the slam, we might get busy, and let's ask Silfi what's going on in paradise first.

(Heh, then everyone's taking care of the kids who came to the village with no problems)

"Yeah, the Bells are doing their best. Well, on the contrary, I don't feel like taking care of the Intermediate Spirit kids I've come to play with."

... Uh, the Intermediate Spirit kids, they're kids on the outside, but they're solid. Even Meral tried so hard to protect Mel...

(Hey Silfi, in that situation, the Intermediate Spirit kids enjoy the village? Aren't you exhausted with the chicks' opponents?

"It's okay. There are five great spirits and advanced spirits. We have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves."

Are you okay then? I came to see you in paradise because of this, but you seem pathetic that it's all about the little ones. But the Bells and Gina are doing their part. I'm relieved and a little lonely at the same time.

(Um, Sylphi, didn't the Bells and Gina miss me?

Silfi nibbled subtly at my question. There has been little change in expression, but I can tell.

"Hehe, Yuta. Maybe you don't have yourself, but you miss the Bells and Gina and the others making it normal?

(No, you know, I'm Bell's contractor, and I'm Gina's master, so I don't know if I'm responsible...)

I wonder what it is. I'm so embarrassed. You've only been away for one day, and it's me who's taking the damage?

"You don't have to worry about it. Bell and Gina are working hard to protect Hirota's absence."

My heart hurts. What am I doing playing at night, letting those good kids do their best?... No, you can't help it. Even I'm still young to say I'm sticking one foot in my old man. You can't just live beautiful. I'm not a saint prince, so I have plenty of desire.

Right. Patience is not a big deal. So it's not wrong that I came to see you. I'm not wrong.

(... yeah, right? Thanks, Silfi)

"Yuta? What's the matter with you? My eyes are dead. What happened in the moment?

(Nothing. More than that, can we find out what's going on in Mr. Blast's house from here on out?

Let's change the story. This topic hurts my spirit. If you can't enjoy this trip in depth, it's bad for everyone who's left a message. I'm gonna have the most fun.

"Okay.... Oh, Blast's house, you're surrounded. Bad gala... it's hard to tell because they're both bad galas, but I wonder if it feels like they're caged in circumstance"

Mr. Blast looked more like the type to go out fighting back than to cage if he attacked you, but was something wrong?

(Are you about to lose?

"Well, it looks like they have a strong helper. From what I've seen, could it be an adventurer crash party? As a human being, I think I can stand up."

Do you feel like an exadventurer criminal? He's the kind of person who rolls around as much as he wants, but being strong is probably a former highly-ranked adventurer party. That sounds like some hassle. If Mr. Blast is going to win, it's enough to see how things go, but if he's going to lose, should he intervene?

He said he was going to punch me in, and I thought the resurrected Mr. Blast side would prevail... in this case, how am I supposed to move? I don't want to get involved in the back-society struggle, but... I guess I'll get involved in the end. I'm surprisingly humane...