Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

After lunch at Mr. Aela's shop and then tea time, we headed to the temple.

Trapped in the dungeon, I couldn't visit for quite some time, and the enemies I shot were basically just miscellaneous fish, but the numbers are quite high.

It is only a visit in anticipation of a little level up.

As usual, entering the temple, which is less popular, Mr. Ishka was cleaning the floor there.

"It's been a while. Nao."

"Hello, Mr. Ishka"

She immediately noticed us opening the door and walking in, smiling joyfully as she approached us.

I smiled and said hello back, too, but it was a little frivolous gaze directed at me like that by my buddies.

"What about this one?

Hulka's voice is a little hard to ask.

There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

I'm just a little happy to get to know my beautiful sister.

Until now, I've known a lot of women with a high odor ratio, so I could tip the scale a little bit, right?

"This is Mr. Ishka, the clergyman of this temple. You mean the head of the temple here and the orphanage behind it?

"Yes. My name is Ishka and I am putting together the temple of Lord Advastris in this town. My name is Chief Cleric, but there are only four others."

That's what Mr. Ishka says and smiles like a little trouble.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen another cleric..."

"It takes a lot of work to take care of a child, usually for an orphanage. Much of the work of this temple is done by me."

"Of the orphanage...... Surely it's hard to take care of a child."

That's nuts nodding all the time.

I hear it's hard to raise even a few of my own kids, and many times that would be a lot of hard work.

There will be some older children, but the age of majority in this world is low, and I think by the time it helps, we'll be leaving the orphanage.

Surely the current number of children is -.

"You have 23 kids, right?

"You know more, Nao?

It is Yuki who has once again turned his "Much" shivering gaze.

But before I made such an excuse to Yuki, Mr. Ishka said why.

"Nao was shown to the orphanage before and received a donation."

"Heh, Nao's such a charity?

"Yes, I'm sure Mr. Nao will have some protection from Mr. Advastris."

Mr. Ishka smiles full of charity and joins hands.

That's all I ask, it sounds like a cleric, but what a donation = protection...

Though, in person... No, I guess I'm not mistaken because the book god tells me something 'pay the bounty'.

"I see... Let's just pray and do it."

"Well, I came to pray" Yes. "

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're interrupting. Go ahead."

Mr. Ishka bowed down with a pepper, and we went to the altar.

Throw in one large silver coin as usual, close your eyes and pray.

"Nao is currently level 19. Next level up requires 31,920 EXP '

All right, one up.

The amount of experience required to be told is increasing, but this is only indicative because it is not fixed for every demon.

Basically, a strong demon gets more experience, but as you fight the same demon over and over again, the experience gained is diminishing.

Is it because I can read the pattern and routine it?

Conversely, out-of-the-box stability and experience gained is the training we do every day.

Because technology improves and doesn't routine with each other, or mock warfare with the Toyas works plainly.

And it is also thanks to God that such an achievement is visible as a number.

Yeah, I don't think you'll have a problem paying for it, to some extent.

Hmm nodded and I opened my eyes, as if waiting for it, Mr. Ishka, who soared closer, laughed nicely and opened his mouth.

"Mr. Nao, why don't you show your face to the orphanage again, if you don't mind?

"What?"

This flow, the flow that frightens you again?

I don't mind a little donation, but if I donated every time I came to the temple, it would be just as strict on my wallet.

I tried to say no for no reason, but before I opened my mouth, someone showed interest.

"Orphanage, is it?

"Yes. It's behind the temple. Won't you all be visiting, if you don't mind?

Asked, Mr. Ishka invites anyone but me to catch on to Natsuki's words.

Other than Natsuki, he seemed interested, and walked out about after Mr. Ishka as he was invited.

When this happens, I just have to follow behind.

Well, in front of the Hulkas, you think it's good that they just didn't hold their arms in like they did last time?

... I'm sorry, don't you think so?

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In the orphanage I visited for the second time, the voices of the children sounded different from the last time.

A large garden in front of an orphanage. There are a lot of kids running around fine or playing with the sand in the corners.

And there are four adults standing watching over those children.

Two women in two men. Are they all young enough not to be too different from us?

These four are probably the clerics Mr. Ishka was talking about.

I didn't really care last time, but the age group of the children is wide, from about middle school up there to babies held by female clerics down there.

"This is the orphanage..."

"Here I take care of my kids until they're 15 when they grow up. But there's not much room, so some kids leave as early as 12."

Institutionally, they are able to live in orphanages until adults, but the number of orphans does not increase subsidies, and the more orphans there are, the tougher the orphanage will be.

Because the children who grew up here know it, they strive to become independent as soon as possible, and the result is the act of leaving before adulthood.

Of course, some children stay until adulthood, but the child is also in some kind of job, making contributions such as putting that salary in an orphanage.

"That's a tough one"

"Yes, but this town is better. At least, because there won't be any orphans overflowing the streets. In some towns…"

That clouds the word, and Mr. Ishka has a slightly darker face.

We've only seen Sarstadt and Kerg outside of this town, but all of this falls into Viscount Nenas' territory.

As a result, there won't be that much difference in the situation in the town, but we can imagine that if the rulers change, things will change.

To think of Mr. Diola's discourse, Viscount Nenas seems to be a decent nobleman, but some noblemen will be undecided, and Mr. Ishka may have seen a town ruled by such a nobleman.

Thank God for dropping me near a good town, is.

"Oh, for that time's sake! Hello!"

I noticed us approaching the orphanage, and the first person I spoke to was the little girl I met last time.

He seemed to paint something on the ground, but with the branch of the tree he had as a poi, when he bothered to stand up, he peppered and bowed toward this one.

"Are you sure... was that Remy? How you doin '?

"Yeah! Hey, dinner, it didn't go away. But it came back to me!

I'm happy to say something kind of sad, Remy.

Looking at Mr. Ishka, he has a slightly troubled look on his face.

"Rising food prices were affecting...... Thanks to Nao for his donation, I managed to get through it..."

"Ah......"

The effects of the Kerg commotion seemed to have been felt here as well.

They said the food prices, which had risen slightly since before we entered the dungeon, eventually went up to about 1.5 times.

Even to the extent that a single family managed to withstand it, the impact was low in orphanages with large numbers, which seemed to be reflected in the amount of meals they ate as a result.

"Oh, it's okay now, isn't it? Fortunately, food values have been back to normal since yesterday or so, so I managed to...... The quality is a little off..."

It was about a week ago that the Kerg commotion subsided.

Kerg to Lafan are a few days away, so the price settled in a few days or so after the load arrived?

I feel pretty quick, but maybe the lord hit some kind of hand.

However, as an orphanage, they didn't completely go back to normal in relation to cutting back on reserve spending when prices were rising.

"Oh, honey, dinner again, give me Ri's?

"What?"

An unexpected word comes out of Remy, and I turn to Mr. Ishka.

but she was blinding herself with all her might.

"Mr. Ishka......?

"Yes, no, I just explained that thanks to Nao we can have dinner...... ho ho ho"

To the jito eyes I turn to, Mr. Ishka makes a deliberate laugh, turning a blind eye.

When I drop my knees and gaze at Remy, I ask.

"Remy, did the clergyman say anything to you?

"Mm-hmm, you said you were kansai! All kinds of, uh, uh, uh, rice is served with something."

Remy answers with all her tone, tilting her head to the left and right.

The "something" part is probably the word for "donation" or "support" or something like that.

At least the words just now don't seem to have made Mr. Ishka say anything.

"Oh well. Yeah, you're right. Just a little, but I'll give you dinner."

"Wow! Yay! - Oh, thank you very much."

You wouldn't really understand what I said about Bushi or anything, and when I said that while I stroked her head, Remy was banging and jumping a little happy, but as I remembered along the way, she said thank you and lowered her head with a pepper.

- This has been said before, hasn't it? Are you teaching me?

I look at Mr. Ishka again, but after all, I don't see her in line of sight.

"Mr. Ishka......?

"No, no, I'm just saying thank you, okay? Yep."

Mr. Ishka denies it as he waves a patsy hand, but it's kind of suspicious.

But I'll look up at this one in a way I don't really understand, I'll spare Remy your creepy eyes and stop pursuing you.