Survival in Another World With My Master

I finished my meal in the dining room where the boy showed me, and came back to the inn.

What do you think of the meal, the information from the boy? Oh, yeah. Meals were like meat, bread and soup. It didn't taste bad, and it was voluminous, but I didn't have anything special to be honest about, yeah.

Worldwide, it seems that if you use plenty of salt and pepper, it is a kind of delicacy. Apart from salt and pepper, it seemed that the village of the black forest elves, which had honey and various seasonings, was progressing as a world standard. And the cuisine I produce in craft goes on top of that. Well, yeah. Don't expect anything from the inn meal.

And as for the information I got from the boy... well, it was a public story level. He's not an informant and he doesn't know what's going on, so I don't know what to do. However, it seems certain that there is a gradual gathering of mercenaries and adventurers like me.

And a while ago, the Knights of the Church in beautiful armor arrived. Probably the Virgin's escort.

Are you strong? I asked the boy, but he said he didn't understand. I hear that the Knights of the Church are invincible, but they also said that they would have won the war against the Empire a long time ago. Generally speaking, he seems to be the best, but he thinks the boy is spitting on his eyebrows.

Hmm, I don't know what to say. Let's ask Beth or Poison when we get back to the basement.

So, I went back to the inn because I ate dinner.

"There's nothing to do...."

Guess the height of the sun from the windows in the room. Hmm, after noon, around 2 pm. There's still time till sundown, but do you want to go to church now and get the Mythrill Rosary...?

I feel like I can go enough in time, but I feel like I'll rush things too fast. You must be quite nervous and mentally exhausted today, and should you be in your room?

That said, I can't craft in this cramped room, and I can't crush my free time. How do mercenaries and adventurers ruin their time?

I thought I'd ask the general or the inn's daughter, but isn't it natural? I don't know if it's a war, but a mercenary or an adventurer who makes enough money to stay at this inn will ask you how to crush your time in general... yeah, that's weird.

No, wait. I'm free, so I thought I'd go somewhere to play, but don't you know a good place? That's enough ants to ask. It shouldn't be unnatural that I don't know the playground because I'm here for the first time.

So, when I left the room, I asked the daughter of the inn - was it Lazara?

"Playground?

"Yes, it's a playground, or a place where you can squander your time. I've never been to this city before."

Apparently he's afraid of mercenaries and adventurers, so I'll try to be as kind and friendly as possible. I've seen it.

Um, yeah.

For some reason, I was distracted with a troubled face. Why not?

"Um, do you have any idea?

"No, it's not that, but... Is that what you're asking me?

Eh?

Eh?

I don't think there's anything fatally meshing with the story.

"Well, a tourist attraction, a shop selling something interesting, a bookstore, etc."

My daughter blushed in my words and then blushed her face. In this story, why...? Ah, uh... is that so? Maybe you're mistaken?

"It may be my mistake to mislead you, but I'm not going to ask my daughter about it with a boulder..."

"I'm sorry...!

My daughter apologizes for turning her face red. Yeah, when it comes to the entertainment of mercenary and adventurer men in this world. Very well.

Even so, I don't imitate asking my younger daughter where the brothel is on a boulder. You have to. I don't love sexual harassment.

"Well, let's just say it wasn't. Yeah, to each other. So, are there any recommended spots?

"Yeah, yeah, that's right. Uh, if you walk down the boulevard in the direction of the city centre, you'll get to Central Square. There are bards and songwriters."

"Well, do you have a bookstore or something?

"Is it a book... I can't get anywhere. However, there must be shops selling such things and jewellery in the northwestern part of the city where nobles and luxury merchants live."

"I see. Later on... the weapon dealer?

"The craftsmen's town that handles these things is around the south gate of the city."

"Well, thank you."

That's why I pressed a few coins against her. Chip, huh? She looked a little embarrassed, but in the end she received it properly. Isn't there a culture of chips? But I wonder if you have received it or not.

"After going to Central Square, I'll peek into the craftsmanship district. I'll be back by dinner at the latest."

"Ah, yes. Be careful."

Leave the room key at the reception and walk out of the inn to Central Square with a wave of hands to the daughter who will drop you off.

So, when I say you enjoyed it... hmm, subtle. Totally subtle. A bard is a so-called bullshit. It seems that while playing a guitar or something like a lute, I was singing a local hero tune... but I didn't know the excitement of laughing because I didn't know the original story.

You enjoyed being an honest entertainer. There were jugglers and magicians.

The weapon dealer... was rattled. There's a shelf for what happened. Apparently, the Holy King's Army was collecting weapons and there were only so-called colored weapons left. It seems that if there is any weapon you want, they will have to make it to order.

I stopped by because there was a market near the craftsman's town, but the housewives' aunts were vague that the groceries had recently gone up. The shopkeeper complained that it was expensive, but the Holy King's Army gathered supplies and said it was poor quality. Again, the Holy King's Army seems to be moving towards recapture of Arihibourg rather than another invasion….

I'd like to get back before the army moves. You might want to consider running home seriously now. Considering my ability to run, I feel like I'm going to succeed unless I have much more to do.

But if there's too much going on, it's not good to be completely out, right?

First things first, one at a time. Get the Mythrill Rosary and return to the basement to build a large Golem transmitter to contact the Liberation Army. Let's focus on that.

Well, Cubby's got information about the Liberation Army's weapons, tactics, Golem communicators... Can you do anything about it now? We have to be careful with operations while recognizing that they are known to others.

I don't think I can imitate it. Crossbows are unlikely to be imitated, but the type of projectile weapons seems to be less popular in the Holy King's Landing, so large-scale operations won't be around for long. Bombs and firearms are technical issues that we can't imitate, and if we can't mass produce Golem cores as far as Golem communicators, we can't help it. The technique and method of writing is complicated in the first place, so you can't imitate it.

I can do anything with my craftsmanship. This place is pretty tight, huh?

The next day.

Sleeping alone for a long time is somewhat lonely. Since I've been here, I've barely slept alone... and that's all I feel worth coming to this world. I have a lot of painful feelings and scary feelings, but I have more to make up for. Mm-hmm.

Get dressed, put on your leather armor, and get down to the dining room downstairs. Yesterday's dinner was also served at this restaurant in Raffin's inn, but it was better than the one where I had lunch yesterday. Maybe the cafeteria yesterday was just subtle. Maybe it was a canteen that focused more on quantity than quality.

"Shh, shh."

The smiling general drops me off and leaves the inn early in the morning. Though I have come to this world, my body is soaked in early sleep and early rising.

The position of the Adele church has already been researched. I asked the guide boy yesterday. It was built in a very conspicuous and easy-to-understand place, just as it was a religious facility that supported the country's roots on boulders. It is directly beside the royal castle.

"Ooh...."

I looked up at the prestige without thinking. Religious architecture is the majesty of rabbits or the overwhelming atmosphere of what you see, but this church... no, should we call it a cathedral? This cathedral was also very splendid without much leakage.

"But what does that mean?"

The majestic and splendid cathedral was filled with a somewhat vivid atmosphere. The knights, wearing matching armor, held the sides of the entrance to the cathedral by both sides of the road. In any case, it is a state of strict alert.

I was a little scared, but I tried calling one of the knights on the guard.

"Excuse me, what happened?

"Holy day prayers and sermons are performed by the Virgin. That's what security is for....."

I feel a sharp gaze coming through the back of my helmet cheek.

Mercenaries or adventurers.

"Yes, so it tastes bad to be armed... but I'd like to keep it before I enter the cathedral."

Hmm. You can keep it at the entrance to the cathedral.

"Yes"

May the Holy Light protect you.

Now that the knight of the church had made a mark, he lowered his head and went to the cathedral. Hmm, looks like it came at a bad time. Depending on what happens when the true Virgin comes... No, this time it's just a ritual and a theory of worship, and unless you're interrogated on a pinpoint, it'll be fine.

If you say you're not interested in who the Virgin is, you'll be lying, and the church knights will suspect you're going somewhere with your heels back here. Try not to stand out as much as you can.

It's okay, it's okay, nothing's going to happen. Even if I wake up, with all the knights in the church, I'll be fine just being small in the corner. No problem. No problem.

I don't even feel like I'm somehow flagging it, but I'm sure it's okay.

Leather armor and satchels that could conceal weapons as well as sword belts were deposited with the church knight who was holding the entrance of the church, and he stepped into the cathedral with his purse alone.

"Ooh...."

Religious paintings on high ceilings, beautiful stained glasses and shining golden crosses. I have no pieces of faith, but I have to marvel at the overwhelming majesty. This is amazing.

I don't know Adele's doctrine, but I have feelings close to being touched, so it's probably a much better cathedral for the people of the holy kingdom, who are deep-rooted believers. Well, considering how many sub-people were sold out, bullied and robbed to build this luxurious and majestic cathedral, I feel a little uncomfortable.

That being said, there is no doubt that this cathedral is of artistic value. I only pray that this cathedral will not be destroyed after the Liberation Army has recaptured Merynesburg.

So, I sat in the right seat.

"O God, forgive me my sins. Protect me, O God. God...."

Somehow the neighbor is praying to God with his bloody eyes. I was worried about other people and looked around, but it didn't seem to be the case. Apparently, only this person sitting next to you is normal. Shut up, Kowaii.

I don't know what to do, I was wondering if I should change seats, and the bell began to ring softly, and the cathedral door was closed. The cathedral calms down and a quiet atmosphere begins to drift around. It is an atmosphere in which it seems unacceptable to stand up and move to another place.

My neighbor's eyes were still bloody, but they were quiet, so I decided to put up with it.

After the bell rang, several priestly people appeared from behind the cathedral. I am talking about something like congratulations, but I don't understand the meaning of whether the language is old or whether there are some other factors. Maybe it's not a word.

Then, after the congratulations, a daughter dressed in pure white appeared from the back of the cathedral. As she walked to the podium in her elegant footsteps, she opened her closed eyes and looked around at the followers of the cathedral, including me, with her crimson eyes.

She's a beautiful girl. Bright blonde hair stretching to the waist, red eyes like red balls, rich breasts claiming its existence even under thick sacred clothing embroidered with gold thread, white skin like white magnetism. I see, she has a divine atmosphere that is convincing to be called a Virgin.

The crimson gaze caught me, and somehow it seemed like I had a confused color. But that was for a moment. No, maybe it was my mistake.

Regardless, it seems that the ritual of worship will begin safely without any trouble, such as being suddenly surrounded and taken by church knights. Well, I'm looking forward to hearing what you can tell me.