The woman stepped out of the boarding carriage, her hands widened and stretched wide.
The time is already near sundown.
Carriage stops were set just below the walls surrounding the city.
The outer walls, which are sinking into the dark, have been polished down all over the place over the years, covered in thick cracks and dark green moss every corner.
I guess they haven't taken care of much either because of the significantly reduced risk of being attacked.
"Yeah. I've changed, but you haven't."
The age of a woman who talks nostalgic seems to be at least thirties or older.
Big eyes with crisp, short dark hair and a cohabitation of curiosity and calm.
Though she is getting older, she is such an eye-catching beauty that no one accidentally turns a gaze.
Perhaps that outfit is also of interest to women.
Wrapped in a slender limb beneath an old grey coat is a set of blue leather armor that has been used.
A skinny sword sheath hangs on his hips.
In addition, a back bag with the season and a metal flat plate with noticeable damage were attached to the back.
It was as good as my own, and I was able to smell the air that had been creeping through quite a few training grounds.
The woman with her spine stretched out gently looks around the square as she steps into the open gate.
"I guess the number of people is about the same. Um, no, that's a lot more."
The city of Dadan was also close to Hakuri and Gran in the west, serving as the gateway to the new central country, where people and things flowed in as a major traffic shock.
Even close to evening thanks to you, it's crowded enough for a lot of people to go around.
There are other major reasons why there are most people.
This was a very famous city, even as a certain attraction.
Satisfied with the intensity of the transaction, the woman walks out refreshed.
Due to the preciousness of the Demon Stone, few Demon Stone lamps were used anymore, which were lined up in a sloppy line in the square.
but instead, a lighting fixture connected to a substitute called a magic bottle that builds up magic is throwing a thin blurry light.
The only thing that has changed is the lights.
The menu of the standing stalls was also refreshed.
"Mmm, this smells good again"
Is it the bowel of a vegan fried cow that floats in a large pot that emits a fragrant aroma?
Next door is a pile of freshly made colorful confectionery.
I can also hear the sound of searing fish dried in nets all the time and the delicious sound of sautéing thick noodles.
Due to the loss of the supply of meat for monsters, the main culinary and raised livestock meat with flour seems to be processed.
"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't sound empty. But he said he'd be patient here."
The woman, once again small and whining to herself, cleverly slips through the clutter and gets to the large building at the edge of the square.
It was previously a place where large numbers of adventurers gathered.
We still have a tough crowd, but unlimited numbers of people can wear armor or weapons.
It is also natural.
The sign at the entrance that looked up said:
Great Yingjie Memorial and.
Many visitors from neighboring countries visit this building.
The highlights of the exhibition are those left behind by Yingjietor during Yingjie, who supposedly saved the world.
From everyday clothing to underwear on the swords and armor I used.
Such as the large scales of the lake dragons that defeated them further, and some of the wands of the famous swamp witches who are also legendary.
Besides, Tor's history of walking and his expedition to the "Big Hole of Coma" - revealing the conquest of Restoration - are illustrated in detail.
It is also the first enrichment to have a small brave man, Mummeme, or even a corner to honor the greatness of the great saint tree, Euril.
Still, Moo's stuffed animal in a mockingbird in white weasel fur is a popular product for sale?
The room of the miracle magician Sola, who supported the Great Yingjietor, even exhibited the awkward graffiti left on the contact board, and the woman blushed her cheeks unexpectedly.
And for some reason, even the annotations of the famous painters seem to follow.
The woman, who looked around a little nostalgic, spoke to the guide's staff less eager to appreciate it more closely.
"Excuse me. I have something I want to give you, is the curator coming?
"Oh, if it's a carry-on, please go to the outside desk."
"Yes."
Once, the woman out of the building follows the path her feet remember and arrives at the place where the assessment desk counter was located.
However, there was no queue and the young woman's staff was just polishing her nails looking bored by herself.
"Um, did you hear the donation was here?"
"Yes, go away."
To an unspoken clerk, the woman gives the larger board she was carrying to the desk.
Because it was blurrier than expected, the young official asked as he stuck his lower lip out.
"This, what?
"Um, I wonder if it's okay with the hauling soli Moo used a lot. I used it a lot, but if you like, I can decorate it for you."
"Huh? Is that about that famous farty circle? How dare you insist on being such a dirty little prick?"
"Here, Mr. Erica!
The young official shrugged his neck in haste to reprimand him for flying from behind.
The Lord of the Voice, who emerged from the back, was a woman in her forties or so who looked very similar to the receptionist child.
"Any person is a customer. You teach me to respect you properly."
"But, Mom..."
"Already! Call me by my proper name while you're at work. Excuse me, I'm a customer - what, is that... no way?
"Long time no see, Marika."
Lady Marika, who opened her mouth gently, stares seriously at the woman standing across the counter.
And I took a breath and raised my bareback again.
"What, what, yeah, yeah!
"Duh, what's wrong? Mom!"
Not responding to her hurried daughter's call, Marika returns her heels with a bubble-fed face.
And he came right back as he pulled someone, along with his chiseled voice.
"Or, curator, come on, come on!
"I know. This is the best I can do."
The third appearance was of a nearly sixty year old tea horn man who had a splendid moustache.
A well-widened man, called the curator, opened his eyes wide and stopped moving the moment he saw a woman with a sledge.
Then I bow my head deeply and squeal in such a way that I'm not comfortable with the feeling.
"I was half-hearted when you wrote to me, but I really didn't expect to see you. It's been 25 years, Mr. Sola."
"Yes, you're out of time, Mr. Sargon"
To the name told, Erica, the receptionist, spoke just like her mother after alternating between her boss and the woman in front of her.
"What, what, yeah, yeah!
Sora, who received a polite apology in the reception room, was to be invited to Sargon's house, which had been originally scheduled.
While walking side by side, reveal each hitherto followed path.
Twenty-five years ago, the "Great Coma Hole" disappeared thanks to the work of the Expeditionary Army and the Tors led by the chiefs of Western Boundary Street.
This will give people access to a rich and vast earth freed from temper.
Afterwards, the new central state was established with the surviving city chiefs at its centre, and Sackow took office as the first chief.
There were also problems of interference and immigration in the six neighbouring countries, which were difficult to achieve until the founding of the country, but even more so since then.
Particularly influential was the fact that the monster has stopped occurring.
Thankfully, that means that at the same time, sources such as materials and demonic stones have been turned off.
The loss of the foundations that have underpinned previous lives naturally causes numerous further problems.
The biggest of these is the unemployment of a large number of adventurers and their associates.
Most craftsmen discover untouched forests and deposits within the new central government, and lightly solve material problems.
Later, if I changed the direction of what I had been building, I would still have done it.
But there's nothing an adventurer can do that doesn't have someone to beat.
When some of the remaining monsters are hunted down, some will run to crime and the other will be on the side to control it.
And the majority of adventurers, neither of them, are scattered around the six surrounding countries where the holes and monsters were still alive.
Sola was one of them.
"We hear what you're doing. You kicked over a thousand impending cow ghosts (Minotaurs) by yourself, or you wiped out the King of the Necromancer (Rais Road) who destroyed both villages with a wave of sword? That's Yingjie who saved the world."
"It's embarrassing to be asked again...... I just happened to be there."
I heard you were saviors around six countries, helping people in need.
"Uh, you took the hunting grounds upside down because the monsters are going to be down soon. Yeah, it was pretty tough."
"Oh, really? You've always been alone, haven't you? The two names" The Lonely Virgin "rang so far."
"Yes, if you're alone, you're alone with skill points."
Sargon smiled unexpectedly at the frank words and actions not so different from when she was a girl.
I'm pretty sure I've become an awesome adventurer, but that temperament that doesn't attract people to stop seems to have kept me the way I used to.
"Mr. Sargon, I'm surprised you're the curator."
"Oh, that was a little bit of a situation."
At the time of the Battle of < Restoration >, Sargon had just become the director of the Adventurer's Bureau Outpost on the Bloodshed River.
And when the big hole is lost and all sorts of problems occur, Ciecca, who was the director of the Bureau of Adventurers, calls me back and makes me sit in the chair of the deputy director.
Five years after that, the closure of the Adventurer's Bureau was decided upon after it had been cleaned up in advance.
The new duties that were said to me when I took a sigh of relief were the curators of this Great Yingjie Memorial.
"The adventurer's reputation was pretty awful back then."
Adventurers who have stood up and protected the peace of mind of people, but the need for it drops exceptionally when it comes to normal.
Uncrumbling occupations make it difficult to change jobs, and jobs just keep decreasing.
Few people gasped at the distress, and gave special allowances because it was certain that if left unattended, the result would not be good, but at the end of the day, there was an unnecessarily deepening conflict with the waste of taxes.
If relations continue to deteriorate, there is likely to be a reversal of the rule of the central state parliament, which is dominated by former adventurers.
So they laid eyes on the Tors, who had saved the world at their own expense.
Brave and tragic hero Tan.
There is no more subject matter to gain popular support.
That was why, as part of the public relations campaign to restore the image, a memorial was built in this city of Dadan, where Tor and his men were active, and the flow was that Sargon, who knew his character well, was appointed the first curator.
"I see, that's a popularity that you couldn't have made"
"There is no annihilation, Mr. Sola! Whoa, excuse me. But as you can see today, it happened more than twenty years ago, but visitors never stop. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a testament to your interest so much. Besides, at least we're very honored for this job."
"... thank you. I'm sure all three of you will be happy to hear it."
"Oh, and Erica at the reception, but oh, look. That kid is a huge fan of Mr. Mummeme. But more and more people are bringing in obvious fakes, multiplied by popularity."
"Hehe, if Moo asks, you're going to flip over with too much chest tension"
Sargon cuts out what he was wondering about to see Sora laughing fun.
"By the way, why did Mr. Sola suddenly return home again? In your letter, I only said I would return soon, but did you even hear about the Seeker?
"Explorer......, is it?
Serious demon stone shortages were on par with adventurer unemployment due to the problem of no longer occurring monsters.
Though there was a good deal of stockpiling, it's not the amount to keep for years.
It is too inconvenient to use demonic stone tools that were no longer rooted in life.
Therefore, in the new central country, a new impetus will be explored to replace the Demon Stone.
It was the remains of numerous cities of the former Central State period that appeared after the Great Hole disappeared that the Central State Congress laid eyes on.
We explored the site of the old central country, which boasted an excellent civilization, and found a large number of artifacts as we aimed.
Many were unknown in use, but few were useful.
Noteworthy among these are the magic bottles that were also used for the earlier lights.
Although not as applied as the Demon Stone, it is able to reserve personal magic to make a peculiar phenomenon and is currently active in various aspects of life.
That's why the New Central State has been focusing on excavating sleeping sites everywhere for the past decade or so, and some of them have found huge buildings underground.
Unfortunately, however, there were many indigenous people wandering there.
These are the keepers (creatures) of the old central country.
Ride through dangerous traps while eliminating vicious them and bring home valuable artifacts from behind the ruins.
That was the new profession known as the Seeker.
"Something looks very interesting. But not this time. I have come to fulfill a promise. Much later, though."
"Is it a promise…? Oh, we're here. You miss this one, too."
It was the boarding house of Euril, a place where Sola also knew well.
This famous house, where Great Yingjietor and others lived, is now preserved as a memorial.
Sargon and the others live in the house next to it, and they manage the Euril family, while also guiding tours.
"Tell us more about it at the dinner table. My wife must be straining and sifting her arms today."
"You, wait!
There is a sound of restraint from the inside on the salgon with his hand on the handle of the door.
but in time a white shadow burst out of a slightly open gap in the door, like an arrow.
The little hairballs with the four legs slid through the foot of the surprising Sargon, and the sola behind them quickly snapped...
He suddenly bounced back into space pounding, like he hit an invisible wall for some reason.
Even stranger, it stops perfectly in the air as it is.
Bent and stretched his arm, Sola lifted to the height of her eyes as she pinched up the sole that had popped out of the house.
"I wonder if you wanted to play outside. Yeah, yeah, you look pretty delicious."
The bright white furry kitten, lightly played with her fingertips, snarled back tiny and gnarly as she shrugged her neck at the words.
There a woman's voice sounds like a scab.
"Really..., you really are Mr. Sola..."
"Yes, how are you? Mr. Enna."
Standing across the door was a receptionist woman who took care of me a lot when I was in this city.
There are more wrinkles and a mixture of white things in the hair, but its calm face is no different than it was at the time.
Running over, Enna turns her hand to labor on its back as she hugs each kitten to Sola.
And leaked a whimper, spinning words.
"Sola... you've always been alone... you've been a lot. Always, worried..."
"Sorry, you should have contacted me sooner"
"No, it's okay! It must have been tough. If you look at that outfit, you'll see. You're already a fine veteran adventurer."
There were a number of old scar-like things left on Sora's face and body that she saw up close.
Enna, who wiped her tears, smiles nicely, palms her way to the door left open.
From inside the house, there was an overflow of smells that seemed so delicious that there was no more.
"Come on, we're having a treat. You're hungry. Enjoy plenty."
"Yay. Thank you, Mr. Enna. I'm so hungry that my stomach and butt are about to stick together anymore."
"Hehe, if you're gonna say that, it's your back and stomach, Mr. Sola"
That day, after eating and drinking until they were full, the Solas talked to each other until midnight to fill the time they had been away.
Then I rent a bath to remove the dirt from my journey and dive into a pasty sheet with my kitten.
And I slept well into the morning a while back.