NOVEL SIMPLE - Gaiden Episode 72
Gaiden Episode 72
[You can't live alone in the mountains like this forever.]
More than anything, I want to decline from Cressel.
His goal is to break the seal. Since the body was already dead anyway, it would only disappear into another world if the seal was opened, so there was no need to be in a hurry.
However, nothing will change if you take this little boy with you in this mountain.
[You didn't think it was okay as it was, right?]
Then she gave a hesitant nod. Is there anything you want to say?
tell me Let Cressel urge.
“ah! Then I want to go to the city.”
[City?]
If that's unexpected, it's surprising. I never thought that would come from that little boy.
[ah. Is it because of that?]
I can guess the reason.
About two years ago, I happened to pick up a peddler's carriage. Perhaps he was attacked by a monster, but he was already late. Instead, Hetia, who found it, buried the peddler.
It was a pity for the peddler, but Cressel thought it was a good opportunity. Coincidentally, the wagon was loaded with supplies.
There were even maps and a few books of the area.
It was an opportunity to teach the little boy about the world outside the mountain, so he actively took advantage of it.
That being said, it seems that she has an interest in the city.
[Do you want to go to the city that much?]
“I told you there are many other people in the city. I've been wanting to go for a while.”
[Home.]
Cressel knows it implicitly. That child wants to be identified with himself.
In short, it must be lonely.
[Doshira.]
“Why is that? teacher.”
[It's nothing special.]
But what Cressel hasn't allowed so far. Because that kid isn't normal.
It's not because of a lack of common sense or whatever.
[What will they do if they leave you?]
“Teacher. What does that mean?”
[No no. Yeah, I'm sure I'm getting tired of hearing birds chirping in a mountain like this hahaha!]
It's a good opportunity. Cressel said that and decided to grant the kid's request to go to the city.
[…] … Now that it's like that, I'll have to think about a name to call you first.]
“Name?”
[Yes, it would be more natural to call the name properly.]
Even so, what should I call it?
Rather than naming a dog or cat, wouldn't it be better to think a little more seriously?
Above all, it must be a name that will be used in this area.
[hmm… … Come to think of it, the name of the owner of that carriage... … .]
Cressel recalled that he had checked his identity card when investigating the owner of the peddler's wagon.
[Hetia. Let's call it that for now.]
It wasn't decided insincerely.
If it's a name that people living in the area actually call, it'll be a common name in the area and it'll be natural.
“teacher… … It's not rough, is it?”
[Don't talk nonsense, get ready.]
[Hetia, listen carefully. It's important to act naturally so as not to get suspicious.]
Yes. huh.
[So let's check the review car again? You enter the city and someone blocks you at the door. What should I do?]
“Huh! Of course it hits!”
Confidently, he clench his fists and his eyes shine.
[ha… … .]
… … Who the hell taught you to say something like that?
Who is it? Cressel himself.
Hetia seems to have remembered what he said as a joke and used it as it was.
Perhaps because of the environment he grew up in, he himself has quite a warlike temperament.
[That's not it! Usually it's the guards who block you at the city gates. So be moderately calm.]
“Huh? why? If you block it, you are the enemy.”
[.. ha. I'll say it again, so listen carefully.]
Teach step by step.
It's like teaching a kid who has never been out in the world. Rather, it's strange to understand right away.
[And if you see a threatening villain?]
“Ahaha! Of course I throw my hand!”
[Yes, that is the correct answer. And?]
“Processing undetected! Witnesses are also dealt with.”
… … no don't cancel This guy is just an idiot by nature.
Anyway, it will still take some time to get to the city.
After completing the minimum teaching.
As soon as he entered the city, Cressel, deciding that he had no intention of causing an accident, instructed Hetia to head towards the city.
“You are finally going to the city. whoop whoop. it's a city city.”
It seems to be expecting something.
[Don't be too excited. Anyway, don't carry me openly, so put it in your bag like this.
]
[Don't complain. Also, if you say it anytime, you'll stand out, so stay quiet unless it's necessary.] I'm
anxious, but I can't help it.
[Anyway, leave Hetia.]
“Okay? teacher!”
After getting ready, Hetia hung the bundle, whether it was a cressel, or headed for the city.
The destination is a city under the largest mountain range in the area.
After running for about half a day, a road that was presumed to be used by wagons came out and I followed it all the way.
and found the city.
“Ohhhh! It's so big!”
It looks like a pretty solid wall. It's a pretty decent city.
[hmm. The problem starts now.]
However, Hetia could not enter confidently.
He is a kid who has no one to properly guarantee his identity.
There's no way they'll let you in smoothly.
In short, to sneak in.
[Fortunately, you should be able to enter safely.]
“Hahaha! It's that simple!”
Hetia speaks confidently.
The place Hetia was heading was not the front gate of the castle, but the castle walls.
It's a fairly solid and high wall, but it's nothing to her.
[The level of vigilance isn't very high either... … 』
From Cressel's standards, it's quite complicated.
It tells the timing to get out of the guard net, and Hetia only climbs the wall and jumps over it.
jump!
With the sound of light footsteps, Hetia, who climbed over the barrier in an instant, tapped her feet lightly.
“Is it easy?”
[It's such an outrageous physical ability.]
I can't even use it properly yet.
“Isn’t this normal?”
[Well, isn't that important right now... … oops Watch your eyes.]
As Hetia told her to, she put on her coat and started walking casually out into the street.
“teacher. Are you really okay with this?”
[From here on out, no one seems to care even if you go around.]
Recognition is surprisingly complacent. Even if you are wary of the outside, the inside is soft.
I don't bother asking for anything other than expenses.
“How well do you know?”
[Ha ha ha. It's an experience. experience. If you live a good and solid life, you will have to do smuggling three times.]
“Aha… … huh? Is that so?”
If Hetia was a person with common sense, she would have thought that it was nonsense. I accept it meekly now.
In any case, no one looked at Hetia suspiciously.
[…] … By the way, were the people living here dwarves?]
“Dwarves?”
[ah. It is one of the different races that exist in this world.]
Cressel confirmed the presence of the residents of this place and explained them.
Apparently, this mountain range is the territory of the dwarves, and this place seems to be one of their strongholds.
Perhaps because it is the home of the dwarves, there are more smithies than normal cities. The smell of iron wafts around in the air.
“Isn’t that bad?”
[That's not bad. It's not exclusive compared to the elves, so it's good to sneak in.]
I can't guarantee it completely because I'm speaking based on the common sense that Cressel knew.
[First of all, find someone to talk to at least moderately. Do you remember how?]
Nodding confidently, Hetia approached one of the stalls set up by the dwarves.
Among them, Hetia approached a stall selling simple grilled meat, presented a few fairy tales, and ordered them.
It was the currency obtained when picking up a peddler's wagon in the past. There was also some purpose to test whether this is usable.
“Give me that.”
“hmm? What is your errand?”
The dwarven street vendor looked at Hetia sullenly and asked.
Rather than doubt, ‘Are you here?' I feel like asking bluntly.
After receiving the fairy tale from Hetia without much doubt, she offered the food she ordered.
And as Hetia first learned, she quietly asked.
“recently… … strange thing... … doesn't exist?
no?”
“Strange thing? hmm. Who wants you to ask? your master?”
Hetia nodded moderately.
Perhaps that dwarf street vendor regarded Hetia as a peddler's disciple.
That too is common. It's not uncommon for peddlers to snoop around to see if they can't do something reasonably well.
“Well… … . It shouldn’t be one or two things that are very noisy these days.”
“Is it noisy?”
“Why did the Minotaur and some guys seem to be fighting again around here?”
From the inside of Hetia's bundle, [Huh... … .] Cressel's voice rang low.
It is said that in this area, each tribe has its own site and is holding a seat.
For example, the dwarves occupy the mountains and mines around here. Elves have to cross the mountain range to reach the green forest. Sirens or mermaids in the sea.
The deep valley inside the mountain range is occupied by guys like harpies.
It was not specifically discussed, but due to the temperament of each race or various reasons, a clear line was drawn between each force.
That is the reality of this area.
But if that's all I won't say.
The dwarf street vendor let out an exaggerated sigh and said as if he was fed up with it.
“The problem is that when people of different races run into each other, they will definitely fight.”
“Fight?”
“Yes, they fight fiercely enough to see blood. So be careful that you don't run into those guys.”
It is expressed somewhat exaggeratedly to give attention.
“Hmm… … You are fighting.”
But Hetia didn't think much of it, and Cressel was mumbling faintly inside the bundle.
[…] … Was it that bad?]
“What did you say?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
When Hetia shook her head, the dwarf immediately cut off her question as if it was okay.
Soon, Hetia asked a question as Cressel gave a small instruction.
“There was such a dispute from the beginning… … Was it bad?”
“From the start, the guys weren't very close, but it hasn't been that way since the last few years. hmm… … As he said ,
it is only recently that the quarrel has intensified.
There were even rumors that the elves who were not on good terms with each other started interfering.
“Now that I’ve said it, it’s pretty serious.”
“Unexpectedly, as others say… … do you?”
“Well, it’s because we’re not particularly interested.”
The dwarf street vendor laughed out loud and explained why they didn't care about the dispute.
“On our side, they are rather grateful guests.”
” huh?”
“Hey kid. Do you know what it takes to fight?”
Hetia tilted her head as if she didn't know.
“Weapons. weapon. Well, besides that, you'll need armor and shields.
Sometimes you need something like a cart to move heavy things.”
The quality of the iron handled by the dwarves is recognized even in human countries.
“Of course, if you want to fight with an advantage, you'll have no choice but to ask us well.”
“uh? Then why don't you take it away?”
“Ha ha ha ha! You're talking about something funny. bantling. Well, it's not wrong.”
If the dwarves' skills are coveted, there are bound to be groups who try to rob them by force.
There are some idiots who actually tried.
“joy. We're not that easygoing either.”
If you attack, you can smash it and throw it away.
Above all, the body and stamina trained with iron and furnaces are never weak.
“ruler! see? Little? Our muscles are not weak!”
“Oh oh? I miss you!”
To the Dwarf who held out her hand as if to compete in strength as a joke, Hetia gladly extended her arm as well.
As Hetia pulled, the dwarf was startled and whimpered.
He was surprisingly strong.
“What?!”
[…] … Hetia!]
When Cressel warned, Hetia hurriedly relaxed.
“… … Did you have bad posture? anyway. Since it's us like this, there's no way we'll be pushed out of our power.”
“… … ah. It is.”
Somehow Hetia's gaze is warm, but it's okay.
“Anyway, be careful, kiddo.”
“Uncle too. be careful.”
Besides that, after hearing information about this area.
After finally getting to the point of not attracting attention, Cressel started talking again as if he was frustrated.
[phew… … It's pretty tantalizing to keep your mouth shut. Well, mine might be the snout of the soul rather than the mouth.]
“… … ah. teacher. Noisy. I was just meddling.”
[How come you seem to be talking a lot these days?... … Anyway, I understand that this area is a mess.]
After hearing the story of the dwarf, I wondered that the relationship between the different races that Cressel remembered was worse than in the past.
[It wasn't like that when I was.] How
a pro from a previous life
sucked honey