[LN]Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha Vol 1 Chapter 3

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BAGIAN 3

Sebuah Mati tertentu Kota Infiltrasi

“Kota ... maalt ...” Itu kata-kata pertama saya sebagai saya melihat di sekitar saya.

Itu salah lagi kota sibuk maalt. Meskipun saya hanya pergi selama beberapa hari, rasanya seperti seabad. Saya berpikir bahwa saya tidak akan pernah bisa kembali ke kota lagi.

Itulah yang saya pikir sih-namun, di sini aku, di kota maalt.

Maalt-aku di kota maalt !! Aku ingin melompat gembira, karena saya tidak pernah berpikir saya akan melihat maalt lagi. Ini akan menjadi aneh bagi saya untuk melakukannya dalam jarak berjalan kaki dari gerbang, meskipun.

Saya juga memiliki banyak hubungannya; backlog saya panjang, untuk sedikitnya. Mungkin aku bisa merayakan untuk isi hati saya lain waktu.

“Kami berjalan kanan melalui, ya? Aku senang, Pak Rentt!”Rina berbicara, masih berjalan erat sisiku.

Dia benar-benar seorang gadis baik hati, begitu banyak sehingga dia akan menunjukkan kebaikan kepada mayat hidup seperti saya. Untuk berpikir bahwa Rina telah melakukan semua ini untuk saya ...

Tapi aku tidak bisa membiarkan ini terus lebih jauh. Keterlibatan lebih pasti akan menimbulkan masalah menimpa dirinya di beberapa titik atau yang lain. Dan itu sebabnya saya mengatakan:

“Memang benar ... Semua ... Terima kasih. Untuk Anda, Ri ... Rina. Dari sini. Aku bisa pergi ... Pada saya sendiri ...”

"Hah?"

“... Rina. Waktu kita. Bersama-sama telah datang ... Untuk sebuah ... End. Jika Anda ... Tetap. Dengan saya setiap ... Lagi ... Masalah ... Akan menemukan Anda ... Salah satu cara ... Atau lain.”

Rina tampak benar-benar terkejut dengan kata-kata saya. Rina mulai mengajukan keberatan nya.

“Pak Rentt ... aku ...”

Tapi aku tidak membiarkan dia menyelesaikan-aku hanya tidak bisa.

“Rina ... Terima ... Anda. Untuk segala sesuatu ... Sampai sekarang. Ketika saya. Lebih manusia ... Aku akan pasti ... Ayo menemukan Anda.”

Dengan itu, saya berlari menjauh. Saya adalah seorang Ghoul, setelah semua. kecepatan saya dan kekuatan fisik jauh melebihi yang dari manusia normal. Seorang petualang Besi-kelas seperti Rina tidak mungkin menjaga. Aku menaruh semua saya ke dalamnya dan berlari sekeras mungkin, semua begitu Rina tidak akan mampu mengejar ketinggalan dengan saya.

Dari belakang saya, saya mendengar suaranya suara-Rina, memohon saya untuk berhenti.

Tapi aku ... aku tidak bisa berhenti.

Meskipun saya telah menghabiskan hanya dalam waktu singkat dengan Rina, itu lebih dari cukup bagi saya untuk menyadari potensi dirinya sebagai seorang petualang. Bergaul dengan aneh, keberadaan hampir tidak logis seperti saya hanya akan melayani untuk mengancam masa depan yang cerah, dan aku tidak bisa membiarkan itu terjadi.

Sepertinya aku hanya meninggalkannya setelah mencapai tujuan saya, bahkan jika saya telah bergantung pada dia untuk banyak hal sebelumnya. Mungkin aku tidak seperti orang yang baik ... tapi aku tak punya pilihan. Jika saya tidak melakukannya, asosiasi terus dengan saya pasti akan meninggalkan tanda negatif terhadap hidupnya. Dan sementara aku pasti tidak melihat sangat manusiawi sekali sekarang, yang akan berubah dalam waktu. Ketika saat itu datang ... aku pasti akan mencari dia sekali lagi. Setelah semua, saya berutang Rina permintaan maaf.

Tapi sampai saat itu, semua bisa saya lakukan adalah mengawasinya ...

Ini adalah untuk yang terbaik -adalah apa yang saya pikir.

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Dengan semua itu dikatakan, namun, itu tak terbantahkan bahwa saya masih membutuhkan asisten manusia macam. Setelah semua, masuk guild dengan penampilan saya saat ini akan menjadi prospek menakutkan. Namun, saya telah adventured dari usia muda, dan telah bekerja sangat keras selama bertahun-tahun. Aku tidak tahu apa-apa lagi yang harus dilakukan selain mendapatkan keep saya dengan bertualang terus saya.

Tentu saja, masih ada masalah penampilan saya ... Selama ada permintaan dari monster membunuh atau bahan mengumpulkan, saya akan mampu menyelesaikan mereka dengan mudah. Saya memiliki dekade pengalaman, setelah semua.

Namun ... memasuki serikat sendiri adalah bagian yang paling sulit dari persamaan.

Alasan saya merasa seperti itu adalah biasa sebagai hari, mungkin sangat banyak begitu: semua anggota guild yang ahli di monster dan fisiologi mereka. Bahkan jika saya dilengkapi dengan jubah, masker, dan sarung tangan, kemungkinan sebagian besar pakaian saya yang dihapus harus saya membangunkan kecurigaan siapa pun tidak nyaman tinggi. Dan saya, untuk satu, tidak punya niat mengambil risiko tersebut.

Yang membawa kita kembali ke titik-satunya cara pertama kami keluar dari teka-teki ini adalah melalui asisten manusia.

Idealnya, mereka tidak akan menjadi orang yang cerah dan sederhana seperti Rina, tetapi seseorang yang bisa menjadi bijaksana tentang hal-hal. Mungkin mereka bahkan akan memiliki beberapa rahasia mereka sendiri untuk menyembunyikan. Artinya, itu harus menjadi hubungan yang saling menguntungkan. Jika itu tidak terjadi untuk alasan apapun, aku merasa seperti aku pasti akan menerima akhir pendek tongkat. kesusilaan umum dan kebaikan tidak hal yang saya bisa mengandalkan lagi.

Tapi apakah seseorang seperti itu bahkan ada ...?

Pada kenyataannya, aku punya seseorang dalam pikiran sudah. Seseorang yang, di kota maalt, bisa setidaknya dikatakan menjadi teman terbaik saya. Saya telah berjalan ke rumah orang ini sepanjang waktu ini, setelah semua.

Dengan beberapa langkah lagi, saya segera menemukan diri saya di depan pintu mereka.

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... Toch, toch!

Serangkaian mengetuk kedengaran aneh terpancar dari sisi lain dari pintu kayu.

... Tapi tidak ada respon.

Tanpa pilihan lain, aku mengetuk sekali lagi. Sekali lagi, saya bertemu dengan keheningan. Dalam keadaan normal, saya hanya akan menyerah dan meninggalkan. Namun, ini bukan keadaan normal-jauh dari mereka, pada kenyataannya.

Jika saya tidak bangun penduduk ini rumah dengan cepat, semua aku bisa melihat masa depan saya adalah hiruk-pikuk tak berujung masalah. Meskipun saya mungkin tidak membutuhkan makanan karena aku mayat hidup, ada juga tidak ada tempat saya bisa dengan aman tinggal di. Jika saya harus berkeliling kota berpakaian seperti ini, para prajurit dari maalt pasti akan menangkap saya untuk mempertanyakan.

Aku punya tempat di asrama petualang dalam hidup, tapi aku tidak bisa persis kembali ke sekarang, berpakaian seperti itu. Untungnya, sewa asrama dibayar pada setiap awal bulan. Ini hanya akan dibersihkan dan disewakan lagi setelah kontrak saya berakhir. Itu mungkin dicatat bahwa asrama di mana-mana biasanya melakukan hal yang sama ketika seorang petualang telah gagal untuk kembali setelah lama, dengan asumsi umum adalah bahwa mereka, karena tidak ada kata yang lebih baik, mati. Dan itu sebabnya meninggalkan kamar asrama saya dalam kondisi saat ini tidak menimbulkan terlalu banyak masalah.

Berbicara masalah, sekarang saya kembali ke satu di pintu masuk tangan mendapatkan ke tempat tinggal ini. Ini adalah mengapa saya menyerah pada mengetuk, dan bukannya meletakkan tangan saya di kenop pintu, memberikan giliran yang baik.

Sejujurnya, saya berniat untuk melakukan sebanyak dari awal. Orang yang tinggal di sini adalah tidak benar-benar dalam bisnis menerima tamu. Bahkan, mereka hampir tidak pernah punya tamu untuk memulai dengan, dan saya didorong untuk bebas masuk ketika saya senang. Dan, itu persis apa yang telah saya lakukan selama ini.

Setidaknya, mengingat keadaan saya dari hari ini dari semua hari, aku benar-benar harus mengetuk, sebagai warga pasti akan terkejut melihat saya di negara ini. Jika saya dengan aman bisa membuatnya melalui pintu dan menutupnya di belakang saya, kami akan setidaknya dapat memiliki percakapan. Itu adalah bagaimana saya merasa tentang masalah ini, anyway.

Tetapi tidak peduli apa cara sopan santun saya berusaha, itu akan tampak seperti teman saya tidak punya niat menjawab pintu.

Memutuskan bahwa tidak ada lagi kebutuhan bagi saya untuk menahan, aku memutar kenop, berniat untuk masuk seperti saya selalu punya. Seperti yang diharapkan, pintu dibuka, dan tombol berubah lancar; itu tidak menawarkan sedikit pun perlawanan. Orang bisa mengatakan bahwa teman saya adalah orang yang ceroboh ... atau mungkin, satu tanpa banyak kekhawatiran.

Dengan itu, saya mengambil satu langkah besar ke rumah mereka kenal.

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Tidak ada yang benar-benar berubah dalam waktu singkat aku sudah pergi ...

Itulah pikiran pertama yang datang ke pikiran saya ketika saya masuk. Selalu hadir, menjulang tumpukan buku, berdebu suasana-satu tidak bisa berjalan maju tanpa menginjak sebuah buku, atau tersandung salah satu alat yang misterius atau yang lain. Meskipun ada beberapa potongan normal hadir furnitur, kebanyakan dari mereka digunakan sebagai rak darurat untuk buku dan pernak-pernik lainnya. Kursi sendiri hampir tidak tampak seperti mereka telah duduk di.

Satu tempat di rumah kecil yang tidak dikotori dengan buku-buku itu di mana orang yang saya telah mencari tidur. Saat tergeletak di apa yang tampaknya menjadi tempat tidur, ada berbaring seorang individu dengan panjang, rambut bergelombang, mengenakan jubah yang agak berantakan dan kusut.

Mendekat, saya meletakkan tangannya di bahunya, memberinya shake baik.

“... Hey ... Hey. Bangun."

“... Un ... nn. Sedikit lebih ... tidur ... Sedikit lebih ...”

Meskipun protes mengantuk, aku terus mengguncang dirinya. Mungkin lebih persuasi diperlukan di sini ...

"...Jika Anda mengatakan. Hal yang sama ... Lagi. Aku akan menjatuhkan ... buku kesukaan. Di kepala Anda ...”

“... Ayo, jangan lakukan itu ... Apa pun tapi itu. Ugh ... Apa, kau, Rentt? Apa yang Anda inginkan dari saya pada jam ini? Apakah kau tidak biasanya di suatu tempat di labirin di sekitar ti-ahh ini ?!”

Perlahan-lahan membuka matanya saat ia berbicara, ia segera melesat terjaga saat ia meletakkan mata di wajah saya, dengan kalimat sebelumnya mengantuk nya berakhir pada catatan melengking.

Menegaskan bahwa saya hanya memakai topeng, dia tampak lega. Merasa agak menyesal bahwa saya harus melakukan ini, saya mengangkat tangan saya sebelum wajahnya, menghapus sarung tangan saya seperti yang saya lakukan begitu. Potongan-potongan daging kering menempel ke tulang-itulah yang tanganku tampak seperti.

Satu biasanya akan terkejut pada pandangan seperti itu. Namun-

"...Apa yang terjadi denganmu?"

Tiba-tiba mengadopsi ekspresi serius, saya menemukan semangat teman saya untuk hal-hal seperti aneh meyakinkan. Dengan napas dalam-dalam, saya mulai penjelasan saya tentang segala sesuatu yang telah terjadi sampai titik ini.

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“... Naga A, ya. Sulit untuk percaya tidak peduli bagaimana Anda berputar. Tapi ...”Melihat saya setengah jalan melalui kalimat, dia menggeleng pelan.

“Saya kira saya tidak punya pilihan selain untuk percaya Anda, mengingat bagaimana Anda melihat. ... Dan sebagai luar biasa itu. Untuk berpikir bahwa seorang teman lama saya tiba-tiba akan menjadi mayat hidup ... Ini bukan sesuatu yang Anda pikirkan setiap hari, kau tahu.”

Menghapus jubah saya, dia menyipitkan matanya saat ia hati-hati diperiksa setiap inci tubuh saya kering-out. Dia melakukannya dengan semangat sarjana-petualang dia, karena dia adalah teman lama saya, Lorraine Vivie.

Dia mengenakan jubah yang berantakan dan kumuh yang sama dia selalu mengenakan. rambutnya, liar dan liar, mengalir melewati bahu di gelombang panjang. Meskipun sepertinya dia tidak peduli tentang penampilannya, ada rasa glamor yang berasal darinya dengan cara sedikit aneh sendiri.

Saya telah mengenalnya untuk waktu yang lama-sekitar, mengatakan, sepuluh tahun sejak datang ke maalt. Sementara saya telah mengenalnya selama satu dekade, kita hanya tumbuh lebih dekat baru-nya pengetahuan selalu datang berguna, dan itu sangat membantu dalam cara yang lebih dari satu. Karena itu, saya tidak bisa memikirkan orang yang lebih baik daripada Lorraine untuk membahas situasi saya saat ini dengan.

Dia jelas terkejut dengan apa yang saya katakan, tetapi tidak pernah sekali pun dia meragukan saya, atau menolak untuk percaya kata-kata saya. Jika ada, Lorraine tampaknya telah menerima account saya peristiwa sebagai realitas, dan sekarang tenggelam dalam pikiran.

 

“Aku ... Am satu ... Siapa yang tidak ingin ... Untuk percaya. Menjadi ... Seperti, ini.”

Lorraine mengangguk kata-kata saya.

“Ya ... Sangat banyak sehingga. Yang bahkan adalah orang yang mengatakan bahwa orang-orang menjadi mayat hidup jika dimakan oleh naga ...? Naga di labirin ... Unbelievable. Apakah masih ada sekarang?”

“Tidak ... Itu ... Sudah hilang. Ketika aku terbangun. Its aura ... Juga pergi. Mungkin ... Tidak ada. Lagi."

Pelaporan kehadirannya ke guild adalah salah satu hal pertama yang saya pikir ketika saya telah terbangun-tapi tentu saja, itu sudah berlalu saat itu.

Pergi tanpa jejak, seakan pengalaman saya sampai saat telah semacam mimpi ...

Aku bertanya-tanya bagaimana Naga hanya bisa muncul dan menghilang karena menghendaki demikian. Meskipun alasan perilakunya melarikan diri saya, orang juga bisa mengatakan bahwa melihat keluar untuk itu tidak akan berbuat banyak baik jika itu mampu pentahapan sendiri dari keberadaan.

Sementara penyelidikan pasti dibenarkan, mengajukan laporan tanpa semacam bukti di tangan adalah preposisi berisiko. Karena itu, akan diperlakukan baik sebagai hoax atau bohong. Bahkan jika saya harus menunjukkan kepada mereka tubuh saya dan mengklaim bahwa ini adalah hasil dari pertemuan saya dengan Naga, yang akan, sekali lagi, memperlihatkan diri untuk risiko mengerikan. Untuk mulai dengan, saya tidak tahu mengapa saya menjadi mayat hidup hanya karena saya telah mengalami Naga, jadi saya duga adalah sama baiknya dengan mereka.

Pada dasarnya, kurangnya bukti adalah masalah berat memang, dan jika ia pergi buruk, maka saya akan berada dalam bahaya besar. Karena itu, saya memutuskan untuk menempatkan gagasan pelaporan penampakan naga saya ditahan untuk saat ini.

Lorraine sepertinya setuju, mengangguk pada kesimpulan saya telah tiba di.

“Logika Anda adalah suara. Bahkan jika Anda mengatakan Anda melihat Naga, sedikit, jika ada, akan percaya Anda. Aku sudah tahu Anda untuk waktu yang lama sekarang, sehingga saya dapat memberitahu Anda tidak berbohong ... Tapi aku ragu bahwa akan terbang untuk orang lain. Jika mereka ingin percaya Anda, akal sehat akan memberitahu mereka sebaliknya. Maksudku, jika Anda muncul dalam keadaan Anda saat ini, mereka mungkin akan mengirim petualang setelah Anda segera. Mungkin bahkan menempatkan wajah Anda pada daftar pencarian, juga. Hanya menyerah, Rentt.”Melambaikan tangannya dengan cara ini dan itu sambil terus deskripsi nya skenario, Lorraine tersenyum.

Kau tahu, Lorraine anehnya santai di sekitar saya meskipun saya menjadi anggota dari orang mati berjalan. Ini mungkin dapat dikaitkan dengan kepribadiannya-dia cukup berani, dengan caranya sendiri. Dalam semua waktu saya mengetahui nya, Lorraine tidak pernah tipe orang yang terobsesi rincian kecil, meskipun tetap harus dilihat apakah saya menjadi Ghoul adalah seperti detail kecil atau tidak.

Alasan kedua adalah mungkin yang lebih signifikan satu: dia adalah seorang sarjana. Lebih tepatnya, seorang sarjana dari monster dan sihir. Jika ada, ia akan lebih tertarik pada bagaimana hidup, bernapas orang bisa menjadi seperti ini, dan akan mengubur dirinya ke dalam pekerjaannya, mencari jawaban untuk pertanyaan-pertanyaannya. periode panjang pemikiran selama percakapan kami mungkin menghabiskan berpikir tentang pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang sama.

“Tapi kau tahu, semakin saya melihat Anda, Rentt ... semakin mayat hidup Anda benar-benar terlihat. Aku benci untuk menanyakan ini, tapi ... apakah Anda Rentt sama saya selalu tahu? Bagaimana jika Anda seseorang-sesuatu yang mirip, tetapi tidak cukup sama ...?”

Itu sulit pertanyaan-yang bahkan saya ingin tahu jawabannya.

Meskipun saya sadar bisa mengidentifikasi diri sebagai Rentt Faina, aku punya, sebagai makhluk hidup, mati sekali. Tidak ada keraguan tentang itu. Bahkan, saya adalah tumpukan tulang ketika aku terbangun. Itu sulit untuk mengklaim bahwa saya adalah makhluk hidup, setidaknya sementara di negara itu.

Tapi aku masih punya kenangan saya dan kesadaran. Bahkan jika itu saja tidak bisa membuktikan bahwa aku sama Rentt Faina seperti saya dalam hidup, monster mayat hidup yang berubah secara fundamental dari asal-usul hidup mereka dari saat mereka menjadi mayat hidup. Saya bisa mengatakan bahwa saya yang berbeda keberadaan, setidaknya; tetapi bahkan kemudian, saya tidak begitu yakin. Dan itu sebabnya saya mengatakan apa yang saya lakukan-

Aku tidak tahu.

Setelah mendengar penjelasan saya, Lorraine tampak yakin.

"Ya ya. Kebenaran tidak bisa diperoleh hanya dengan berpikir tentang hal itu. Jika Anda bertanya kepada saya, saya bisa mengatakan bahwa Anda Rentt dari bagaimana Anda menjawab pertanyaan saya sendiri. Meskipun Anda memiliki kenangan dan kepribadian yang sama ... pertanyaan dari Anda menjadi 'keberadaan yang sama' atau tidak akan cukup keberangkatan dari garis awal kami penyelidikan.

"...Iya nih. Aku juga, tidak tahu. Jadi mari kita menempatkan bahwa selain; Saya akan memikirkannya nanti. Lebih penting lagi, Rentt ... Apa yang akan Anda lakukan pada keluar dari sini? Itu hal terbesar untuk menangani sekarang, bukan ...?”

Lorraine rupanya melihat cocok untuk memajukan pembicaraan ke arah yang masuk akal. Itulah yang membuatnya begitu mudah untuk berbicara dengan. Titik ia dibesarkan, pada gilirannya, adalah salah satu alasan utama saya untuk mengunjungi.

Aku mulai berbicara lagi: “Masih ... Ingin. Untuk menjadi seorang petualang ... Tapi. Tapi tidak bisa. Pergi ke serikat ...”

“Kau akan diburu, tidak akan Anda? Hmm ... Lalu bagaimana kalau aku pergi dan mendapatkan pencarian Anda dan mengubah item Anda dikumpulkan di? Itulah mengapa Anda datang menemui saya, kan? Dan, tentu saja ... Anda ingin tinggal di sini, tidak memiliki tempat lain untuk pergi.”

Dengan kata-kata saja, Lorraine telah benar menyimpulkan seluruh permintaan saya. Seperti yang diharapkan, dia tahu saya terlalu baik.

However, her eagerness at accepting my proposition left me worried.

“Are... You sure?” I could not help but ask.

“I don’t really mind. Even I go to the adventurer’s guild sometimes, so it isn’t too much of a hassle if you think about it. Ahh... But then, even if I told you I’d do it for free, you wouldn’t really like it, right? So... You might as well help me out with my research, then.”

Lorraine’s response was swift.

“Re... Search. Research... Huh.”

I had imagined such an outcome. It was perhaps more accurate to say that I was here precisely because of this line of thought. I had, after all, become a member of the walking dead. At the very least, I would be of use to Lorraine’s monster research. But I didn’t think of exactly how I would go about accomplishing this.

As if reading my thoughts, Lorraine continued her explanation.

“Don’t worry about it; it’s easy. You know what I study, right?”

“Monsters... And. Magic...?”

“Yes, verily so. It just so happens that the topic of Existential Evolution falls neatly within the boundaries of my research. Realistically, I also haven’t been able to research this topic very much, for obvious reasons... But now you’re here, Rentt. A real-life specimen, a treasure trove of information.”

“...I don’t... Mind. But... I don’t... Want to be... Dissected.”

“Hey, now, I know I get pretty deep into my research, but I’m not some mad scientist, you know. Well...maybe some skin and flesh samples wouldn’t hurt...”

“...”

It occurred to me that Lorraine was mad enough for such a title. However, I kept my thoughts to myself...for now. It would be troubling if my refusal to hand over samples overturned our prior agreement.

I was, however, surprised to find that there was insufficient research on the topic of Existential Evolution. Though I did not know much apart from the basics, I assumed that professional scholars and the like would have much more information than I did.

At that, Lorraine said the following:

“Yes, yes. Occasionally we get cooperative monster tamers who help us advance our research, somehow. But then, said tamers are rare—at least, as rare as the skill itself already is. To make things worse, monsters that have been completely tamed seem to no longer evolve. Requesting them to exercise the full extent of their abilities and bring back a relatively unharmed specimen is very difficult to begin with. Of course, after that comes the question of research rights and fees... It’s a very difficult process, you know?”

It would seem like that was the case.

Once again reading my thoughts, Lorraine went on to explain the many ways in which I could be of assistance.

“First things first: it is impossible to get verbal consent and civilized agreement from a monster. Also, you have already experienced Existential Evolution once before. In other words, you have a high chance of going through the process again. If you could report to me when it happens, that would be very helpful.

“Although... I suppose your circumstances make it difficult for me to publish my research. But my curiosity needs to be sated, and I suppose you want to know more about yourself, too.”

“Know... More? About... Myself?”

“Yes, specifically about the evolutionary routes you would take from here on out, and so forth. Of course, I will lend you my knowledge and converge my thoughts with yours when appropriate. You may know a lot more about monsters than the average adventurer due to you having read most of my books, but I do this for a living, you know. You’ll benefit from my research—without a doubt.”

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Having obtained the title of “Great Professor” at the young age of 14, Lorraine Vivie felt, from the bottom of her heart, an unbridled sense of boredom in this world.

She was referred to as a genius ever since she was young, and that changed little as she grew older, having been admitted into the kingdom’s most prestigious educational institution at the age of ten. She then went on to achieve the title of “Professor” at 12, and that of “Great Professor” at 14. To Lorraine, there were not many things in the world that were left unexplained. Even if there was a subject she did not know much of, a brief period of study saw her understand much more than specialist researchers who had studied the topic for years.

For Lorraine, the world was very, very boring. Perhaps this was the reason behind what

she had done.

One day, without any warning or prior notice, Lorraine abandoned everything and traveled to one of the most rural kingdoms in the land—the Kingdom of Yaaran. Her destination was not the capital, however, but the smaller, somehow even more rural, town of Maalt—it was there that Lorraine had settled.

Lorraine had her reasons for doing so. She had specifically gone to Maalt in search of a medicinal herb that could not be found anywhere else. Intending to pick it by her own hand, Lorraine had ended up moving to Maalt as a result.

Although she could have simply put up a request and sent one adventurer or another to find the herb, Lorraine was truly and utterly bored. She desired some sort of excitement in her life, so this was the very reason why she held the unreasonable notion of deciding to go find, and thereupon pick, the herb herself.

It was very much an absurd sentiment—anyone would be worried if the youngest and, historically, most talented adolescent girl worthy of a “Professor” title suddenly vanished into thin air without any trace.

Lorraine’s rivals at the time, who were at least four times her age, frantically searched the imperial capital for her. It’s perhaps difficult to imagine just how worried the scientific authorities in question were. Of course, with the passing of a decade, even Lorraine herself was aware of how childish her actions had been back then. Even so, such concerns were hardly on her mind at that age.

Although gifted at her studies, Lorraine was but a child at the time, and she did not know much of the world outside her books. Fortunately, there was someone who had taught her exactly what that world was—a youth adventuring in Maalt at the time, going by the name of Rentt Faina.

It all began during a search of the forested areas surrounding Maalt—a search in which Lorraine had met Rentt for the very first time.

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Although Lorraine already held the title of “Great Professor” at the age of 14, there was another requirement to obtain the title in addition to the academic achievements. Specifically, one also had to have a certain level of magic proficiency. As such, one would be required to use magic, and use it well. By the standards of the guild, that level of proficiency would be seen in a Silver-class mage.

That classification and rank, however, was not equivalent to a Silver-class adventurer, but instead only took into account one’s aptitude for magic and spell casting. Under normal circumstances, a Silver-class mage would probably also be an adventurer with a

proportionate amount of experience. But Lorraine’s case was slightly different—due to her academic nature and fields of study, she had reached a similar level of magical aptitude without ever setting foot in the field.

While an individual with such a history could never hope to become a full-fledged mage due to a lack of combat experience, Lorraine was blessed—or perhaps cursed in this aspect —by having already wielded the required aptitude due to her talents. Even though she lacked any sort of combat experience, she was able to wield various magical spells instinctively, and eventually learned many of the spells in the Silver-class category.

At the time, Lorraine was faced with a particular conundrum: she needed permission from the guild to enter a certain area for the express purpose of collecting ingredients. As such, Lorraine visited the guild in hopes of registering herself so that she could collect the required herbs. The receptionist at the time, however, did not pay much heed to Lorraine, and had assumed from her title of “Great Professor” that she was a Silver-class adventurer in some capacity, hence registering her as such. Although adventurer registration was something that could only be done if the individual in question was over the age of 15, Lorraine’s title superseded her age, so it was prioritized during her registration.

Strictly speaking, the handling of Lorraine’s registration process was riddled with errors. While it was true that she held the title of “Great Professor,” the guild’s ruling on age restrictions always came first.

Yet this ruling came with a somewhat persistent problem in its semantics. The general consensus or assumption of the guild and its members with regards to the title of “Great Professor” was simple: such a title could not possibly be earned by someone under the age of 15. The writers of the rule did not think to account for such a possibility. The problem was further exacerbated by the actions of the receptionist, who had made various assumptions regarding said situation.

It was also worth noting that this particular rule was still very much intact and unchanged. Due to this, someone under the age of 15 would end up able to register as an adventurer—at least, they would if they held the title of “Great Professor.”

Although Lorraine herself thought that there were some issues with the process, she was not about to tell the receptionist how to do their job, and as such, she kept quiet on the matter. Due to the previously mentioned circumstances, Lorraine found herself holding a shining Silver adventurer’s permit, and with that, was about to set off for her destination in a relatively happy mood.

Lorraine’s aim was self-explanatory: she was going to make a little money for herself, in addition to collecting the herb that she had originally come to get.

A voice, however, called out to her before she stepped out of the guild’s doors. Turning around without much of a second thought, Lorraine was greeted by a large, muscled, and somewhat peculiar-looking swordsman.

“Hey, young miss... You took that Azuul Forest quest, didn’t you? Then bring this guy along—he’ll at least carry your stuff.” Saying so, the swordsman jovially pushed a young man toward Lorraine.

Although Lorraine did not think much of it at the time, this was in fact a huge turning point in her life, as this young man was none other than Rentt Faina.

Of course, the swordsman knew that Lorraine would have her reservations; recommending an adventurer to another in this fashion was not something that happened every day, after all. As such, the swordsman readily offered an explanation for his actions.

“Y’see... This guy here is still kinda new. He wants to gain all sorts of experience, and usually follows me into the forest to collect ingredients. But then, y’see, I’m busy today— something else on the schedule—so I’ve been searching for someone else to take him out for a bit now. That’s when you came along, young miss... So, what do you say? Not a bad deal, right? He’ll carry your stuff.”

Quite the sudden development. It wasn’t exactly common practice to bring along someone one has never seen before on adventuring trips. Judging from the conversation, the youth in question was probably Bronze-class or lower. In other words, they would be nothing more than a hindrance to Lorraine, a (newly-christened) Silver-class adventurer.

Just as she was about to refuse, the strange swordsman, once again displaying his telepathic faculties, interrupted Lorraine.

“Hah, don’t worry about it—I won’t even ask you for a hiring fee! Just bring this fool along with you. The quest you accepted just now was a gathering assignment, right? If you bring him along your rewards will only go up—more hands, y’see. Of course, you get to keep everything... And he’s going to carry all of it for you. So, y’see. Come on, young miss. Throw me a bone here.”

The swordsman was pushy—very much so. He showed no signs of backing down from his outlandish request. And so it came to be that Lorraine, having no choice but to nod, ended up taking a youth she hardly knew along on her assignment. Little did Lorraine know, however, that she would soon be thanking this very youth from the bottom of her heart.

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The Azuul Forest was large, stretching out as far as the eye could see. In fact, it was a

bastion of nature, home to all kinds of flora and fauna. Lorraine, having gleaned all of her knowledge from books, knew of the forest to some degree. Seeing it in person, though, was another experience altogether, with the many differences between what she saw and what she read about continuing to fascinate her.

With that being said, however, Lorraine was not doing too well in her trek through the forest, as she had hardly covered any ground. The problem here was not exactly a lack of stamina—if anything, stamina shouldn’t be a problem for a 14-year-old. Plus, Lorraine had strengthened her body with various enhancement spells.

Unknown to Lorraine, however, there were basic techniques and insights with regards to traversing forested terrain—specifically, it was knowledge she did not have. Lorraine found herself getting increasingly tired as she waded through the brush, her stamina seemingly being sapped away by the forest itself with every step.

Conversely, the Bronze-class youth accompanying her, while much lower in adventurer rank, did not seem tired at all. Conjuring up water from seemingly nowhere, he offered a cup of it to Lorraine, who was currently resting due to her exertions.

Glancing at the youth, Lorraine noticed that his tool belt, having previously been empty, was now filled with medicinal herbs of all sorts that he must have been gathering from somewhere or another while she wasn’t looking. At Lorraine’s request, the youth handed over some of the herbs to her. It didn’t take long for a scholar such as herself to notice that each and every one of the herbs had been harvested correctly and methodologically.

Although she had ordered herbs of all kinds from apothecaries and the like before, she did not recall seeing herbs prepared to this degree, nor with such skill. Such was also the case when they encountered monsters.

Up until this point in her life, where she had decided to wander into a forest in search of herbs, Lorraine had not fought monsters in any shape or form. Of course, as a “Great Professor,” Lorraine’s magic had more than enough power to dispose of the average monster. But seeing as how Lorraine was usually accompanied by a companion or escort on her travels, she hardly had any chance to use her magic, as the monster would have already been defeated by the time she had even thought of doing so.

This was perhaps why Lorraine had simply stood and stared blankly when faced with a monster. Barring the youth with her, she was now alone this time around. It was only at this point in time that Lorraine realized just how ferocious monsters could be.

Her mind was in a daze—she knew that she had to fight, that she had to cast a spell of some sort. Her body, however, did not move.

It was then that the voice of the youth rang out, snapping her out of her stupor.

“Lorraine! A fireball! Foteia Borivaas! Use it!”

If not for what Rentt had shouted, Lorraine would have stood eternally frozen, and that might have been the end of her then and there. But instructions were given, and Lorraine followed them through. Indeed, Lorraine seemed little more than a puppet during the course of this incident.

As the charred remains of what was once a monster continued smoking in the aftermath of Lorraine’s magic, she was once more found to be standing still, a vacant expression splashed across her features. Rentt, upon discovering that Lorraine had little to no combat experience, decided to impart upon her various details about monsters, combat techniques, and common movement patterns of said monsters while in battle.

Lorraine was wise; in fact, she was much wiser than any run-of-the-mill mage. As such, she quickly absorbed the knowledge that Rentt had to offer, absorbing it all at an astonishing speed. She was, however, only able to do this due to Rentt’s intervention in her first battle, and she had fully come to realize this.

It was the same way in learning the details of her assignment—namely, the retrieval of certain medicinal herbs. According to her books, the herbs were quite common despite the fact that they only grew in certain places. Due to this, the herb would not be very difficult to find at all.

But reality was very different, as Lorraine found herself empty-handed. After half an hour of searching, Lorraine could not help but be disappointed, with their big discovery being a single herb, only one of the many required for her quest. Frustrated with the state of affairs, Lorraine mentally noted that she would give the author of the book she studied a good punch the next time she met them.

Yet despite all this, and Lorraine’s increasing frustration, Rentt, who had been walking behind her all this time, simply smiled wryly as the herbs in his tool belt’s pouch continued to grow. Turning around, Lorraine realized the herbs he collected had doubled since she last checked—and amongst them were entire bunches of the herbs she had been tasked to collect.

It turned out the book’s author was right. Lorraine had merely failed to notice the herbs in question when passing through the marked locations. At that, Lorraine finally realized just how little she knew of the world.

Lorraine then requested that Rentt demonstrate and educate her on a variety of topics: from the basics of combat and adventuring, to the picking and preservation of herbs, and even where said herbs grew. Rentt, for his part, happily obliged. And so the pair eventually returned in the evening, somehow completing Lorraine’s assignment on time.

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It wasn’t until later that Lorraine was informed of the truth from the strange swordsman. He, understanding that Lorraine had no combat experience just from her movements and equipment (or lack thereof), had intended for Rentt to function as her guide. Lorraine, surprised at the development, could not help but ask if the adventurer’s guild took such great care of each and every new adventurer. However, this was not the case, as Rentt, who had been stationed at the tavern at the time, had simply taken notice of Lorraine. Discussing the matter with his swordsman companion, Rentt realized that Lorraine would probably not come back alive if she were allowed out into the wild as she was. This was why the two had hatched a plan to approach her, introducing Rentt as someone to carry her bags so as to avoid hurting her pride.

While Lorraine had felt that their little scheme was troublesome and, to some extent, time-consuming, she was grateful for their intervention—it had ultimately saved her life. Once again, Lorraine realized just how constrained her knowledge of the world was, since she had barely seen anything beyond her books, and her fingertips.

Lorraine once fancied herself a master of knowledge—understanding the known, and counting the known unknowns easily in her mind, while also accounting for the unknown unknowns that she might one day come across.

In reality, though, Lorraine did not know very much at all—and that was all there was to it. In the end, it was Rentt who had taught her, and she who had subsequently learned from Rentt’s adventuring experience.

Lorraine found herself staying in the town of Maalt after that incident. For the first time in her life, she saw color—where things had once been gray and boring, it was now filled with joy. For the first time, Lorraine found it difficult to leave a place—specifically, the town of Maalt.

But Lorraine already belonged to another place, as she was only in Maalt for an assignment, a mere task. After many requests and communiqués from the capital begging for her return, Lorraine finally made up her mind:

She would return to the capital—and then, she would once more set off for the town of Maalt. This time, she would be without regrets or loose ends.

To begin with, scholars were allowed a relatively free life—she did not necessarily have to be in the capital to continue her studies. This was why Lorraine had returned to the capital, settling various affairs and matters that required her attention, all the while planning to return to Maalt after everything was said and done.

Upon returning to the capital, however, Lorraine was surprised to find that what she had previously seen as lifeless and gray was instead the exact opposite. Opening her eyes, Lorraine saw that her colleagues and friends at the capital were worried for her, and it

was then that she realized her position at the capital was more than an empty chair— people truly cared. That was, once again, something she only realized after her meeting with Rentt.

If anything, adventuring with Rentt in and of itself opened her eyes to the world, and Lorraine herself understood that.

Despite all that, yet again, Lorraine found herself pining for the town of Maalt. Although she was not necessarily elated in leaving her colleagues and friends, both old and new, behind at the capital, she felt like she had no choice.

As expected, her announcement was met with a sea of disappointed faces, but in the end, Lorraine’s friends and colleagues relented. Perhaps it was because they realized that something about Lorraine was different—that her will, this time of all times, would not be so easily shaken.

In exchange for her request, however, there was one condition: Lorraine was to return to the capital once every year. In turn, she was given permission to stay in Maalt, establishing her own facility there for scholarly pursuits. This arrangement allowed for Lorraine to forge new connections in Maalt as she continued her research, publishing her findings on an annual basis. This would also maintain a line of contact between Lorraine and the capital.

Promising to do her part with a casual wave, Lorraine finally moved from the capital, doing as she said she would. Summarily, Lorraine bought a house in the town of Maalt and continued her research in her spare time. It was then, however, that Lorraine’s slovenly nature finally reared its ugly head.

Although Lorraine’s passion and love for research was true, as reflected by her relentless pursuit of knowledge, her punctuality with regards to communications left much to be desired. While she had initially been relatively punctual with correspondences, that would quickly prove to be more of the exception than the norm.

While missives from the capital always arrived on time, Lorraine found herself hard-pressed to respond. Even her promise to return to the capital once a year soon fell to the sidelines, as year after year passed, with Lorraine occasionally entertaining the notion here and there. Before she knew it, Lorraine had tasked Rentt with replying to her letters and planning her homecoming trips.

The reason for this was somewhat simple—one of Lorraine’s friends from the capital, understanding the futility of the entire venture, had written to Rentt, asking him to take care of Lorraine to the best of his ability. It would seem that the friend in question knew Lorraine and her tendencies well.

In reality, Lorraine depended on Rentt from the very start—everything from purchasing

her house to her living arrangements was casually left to Rentt, who took care of more than half of the overall procedures. Rentt taught Lorraine various kinds of life skills, often repeating himself until she, too, was able to take care of herself in a reasonable way. Should Lorraine fall behind on her duties, Rentt, on one of his many visits, would sort things out for her.

But this was not exactly something Rentt had done for free. In exchange for his domestic help and assistance with other affairs, Lorraine taught Rentt a great deal of things from her end of the table.

Lorraine, for all her faults, was still a “Great Professor” and scholar. More accurately, she was one of the best scholars when all things were said and done. In other words, while Rentt would have normally had to pay a handsome fee for a tutor of Lorraine’s caliber, he instead did all her housework and chores, receiving the lessons in return as payment.

Rentt did not set out with this in mind, however—

For starters, he knew little of Lorraine’s history. He had only inferred as such from tidying up Lorraine’s fallen books, with Lorraine explaining the rest after his initial questions. While Lorraine did not exactly lie, she didn’t really tell Rentt much about her past, either—specifically not about how she had abandoned her fancy life in the capital to live in Maalt, or how her friends had tried to stop her, or the fact that she still wielded some influence in the affairs of the kingdom, or about the fact that she was one of the best scholars in the land.

Thankfully, the person she was speaking with was Rentt. Although Lorraine was not sure if he believed her explanation, Rentt did not dig further, and he left matters as they were.

Ten years would eventually pass. Lorraine, for her part, was happy with the arrangement. She was content, and she wished that it could go on forever—perhaps, at least, up until her death.

If Rentt wanted to continue adventuring, that was fine. She was content with just watching and standing by his side. In fact, Lorraine was all right with doing her research, as she always did, with Rentt close by. She was fond of the meals they sometimes shared while talking about mundane affairs—she did not have the slightest suspicion or doubt that these days would not continue indefinitely.

But one day, Rentt Faina disappeared.

Lorraine was filled with a foreboding sense of apprehension, as it was unlike Rentt to not show up for several days in a row. Thoughts of Rentt falling to monsters filled Lorraine’s mind. If that were indeed the case...

Lorraine found her heart filled with a swirling chaos. It was a violent force—one that she had never felt before. She very much wanted to patrol the streets, shouting Rentt’s name as she searched—that was how she felt.

In her bright and logical mind, however, Lorraine quickly realized the futility of such a venture. If such a method proved fruitless, one would simply have to change the methods at hand. It would be prudent to ask other adventurers to search for him; money was of no import. She did, after all, have a fair amount of savings.

Just as she was about to raise her quill, Lorraine was interrupted by a familiar sound from her door’s knocker—a familiar, rhythmic knocking...

In her ten years of residing in the town of Maalt, Lorraine had many, many friends and had forged quite a few connections. It was possible that her visitor could be one of these many friends. However, there was something else about this sound—something different.

Lorraine, with her typically inquisitive mind, quickly discerned the special characteristics of this knock’s rhythm. There was no mistaking it. Only one person knocked in this particular way—

Rentt Faina.

With that thought in mind, Lorraine had wanted to rush out to be sure that it was indeed him—but that would no doubt be seen as strange. In any case, Rentt lived. That much was enough for her.

Yet Lorraine could not help but notice something else. In all his years of vising, Rentt had rarely knocked. The fact that he was currently knocking meant that something was wrong—or at the very least, different. Under normal circumstances, Rentt would probably enter on his own after a while—at least, that was how it had always been. This was the reason why Lorraine decided to meet him as she usually would. There was just one problem, however:

She was usually asleep on her sofa by this time of day.

With that in mind, Lorraine decided to do just that. Running her hands through her hair to give herself a frazzled appearance, Lorraine lay down haphazardly upon the sofa and closed her eyes.

It was then that a familiar click resounded through the room—the doorknob had been turned. With the approaching footsteps came a familiar voice...

“...Hey... Hey. Wake up.”

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Ever since then, Lorraine had been visiting the guild on my behalf, handing over ingredients and magic crystals that I ended up gathering on my trips through the labyrinth. She was, of course, provided with gold for those materials. While I once had to save religiously and monitor my expenses, I now found my pockets considerably heavy.

In the end, Lorraine herself purchased the vial of slime fluid from me—for a pretty sum of coin, at that. Although it was a somewhat valuable ingredient to the guild, there were no rules dictating who I could sell my spoils to. That was up to the discretion of each adventurer.

Lorraine was somewhat skilled in alchemy to begin with, and she often made her own medicines and potions. In return, she needed a variety of materials to work with, and it just so happened that I was carrying one of those ingredients—an expensive ingredient, I may add—for which Lorraine paid a fair price. In fact, buying direct from the source resulted in a cost savings for Lorraine, who usually had to buy it at elevated prices from the adventurer’s guild.

But that aside, it was perhaps noteworthy to mention that I was currently walking around the streets of Maalt. While I did want to bask in the atmosphere of the town, having been away for what felt like a long time, I did not exactly set off on a stroll without purpose.

I did indeed have a purpose. An important one, actually—I was on my way to purchase a weapon. After all, I’d been using the same weapons and armor I had used in life when I became a Skeleton, right up until I evolved into a Ghoul. I was actually still using them now, but said weapons and armor were now battered, perhaps irreversibly. Although this sword had served me faithfully for many years in life, recent changes to my physique and internal reservoirs of mana and the like had taken a toll on its surface. The sword was now jagged and visibly damaged.

Perhaps that was a given. I had used the spirit arts only once a day, and never even thought of infusing my weapons and armor with divinity or magic. Due to those considerations, I had mostly purchased cheap equipment. Considering the fact that I had been using magic, spirit, and divinity repeatedly over the past few days, the resultant toll on the blade was to be expected. It was unfortunate, yes, but there was nothing much I could have done about it.

While I had intended to use it for one more year, I did not have any other weapons on me, so my continued abuse of the weapon resulted in the current situation. It was truly a tragedy.

The combination of various factors, such as the overall increase in my abilities resulting in more efficient monster hunting, to Rina returning my change after purchasing my robes, and even my resultant sale of monster materials, it all contributed

to one thing—I was now considerably well-off. So much so that now would be a very good time for me to invest in a new weapon.

I made a mental note to hold off on the armor, though. After all, measurements were required for the creation of such equipment—something that necessitated the removal of my robe.

It was not like I had a fear of being naked; it’s not like I’m a young girl. But I had my reasons. In some ways, it would terrify me even more than it would a young girl to show any kind of skin. I mean, how could I calmly show my Ghoulish, half-dried body to a living person?

No, it was impossible. ...Perhaps only to those I trusted.

At this point in time, the only one I could trust in such a way was Lorraine... This was largely because of her nature, and how she tended to not care about the smaller details in life.

This wasn’t just a matter of trust—if my identity and state of being as a Ghoul were to be discovered, there was no telling what would happen to me. As such, it was difficult for me to show myself to anyone but Lorraine at this point in time. This was the reason why I only set out to purchase a sword today.

Finally reaching my destination, I looked up at the shop’s familiar signboard. Then, with a deep breath, I steeled my resolve, and entered through its doors.

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“Welcome! ...Huh?” The voice of a woman greeted me as I entered the shop.

The shop in question was none other than the local blacksmith, better known as the “Three-Pronged Harpoon.”

With her blonde hair, blue eyes, and demeanor befitting that of a noble lady, I had no idea why she saw fit to marry someone like Clope. Speaking of which, those very blue eyes were now trained upon my being. Perhaps my robed and skull-masked appearance was a little bit too suspicious. While adventurers sporting masks were not exactly unusual, my exact combination of clothing unfortunately made me stand out.

As I continued ruminating, Luka slowly approached, as if to say something to her odd-looking customer.

“...Apolo...gies. For looking... Suspicious...”

“Oh, no! Not at all.” Luka quickly shook her head at my words. “It’s just that... You look

somewhat similar to a person I know. My apologies. Masked adventurers are not much of an oddity, at least to my knowledge. I apologize if my gaze has made you uncomfortable.”

Such was Luka’s apology. I suppose she was used to customers like me after all.

With that, Luka continued speaking: “...Which brings me to my question: how may I help you today? Have you come to the ‘Three-Pronged Harpoon’ to purchase weapons or equipment? Or, perhaps you were seeking maintenance and service?”

“Y... Yes. I would... Like. A new... Sword. H... Here.” Saying so, I placed my sword, scabbard and all, onto the shop’s counter.

Without explaining my intent, Luka quickly understood the meaning of my gesture.

“But of course. Excuse me, please.” With that, Luka promptly drew the sword from its sheathe, examining it closely.

Although she was the wife of Clope, the resident blacksmith of this store, Luka also played an important role in customer service and interaction. As befitting her position, she was armed with an adequate knowledge of identifying various weapons, in addition to evaluating their quality and degree of wear. In fact, I’d heard that Luka herself could even forge simple items.

After a short inspection, Luka offered her assessment, her eyes still fixated on my sword’s battered blade.

“I’m afraid this may be beyond repair. From my observations, I would say this piece of equipment has been utilized to the best of its potential. Would you happen to have any preferences for its replacement? I see marks and straining characteristics of magic and the spirit arts... Is this indeed the case?”

Identifying what abilities a weapon’s owner had simply by looking at its scuff marks was no small feat—Luka was truly capable of this much.

I decided to honestly tell her the extent of my abilities, mainly due to the fact that I was not exactly trying to hide anything to begin with.

“Ah... Yes. Magic... Spirit... Divinity. I use... Them all. So I would... Like. A sword... That can channel... All three.”

“...Thrice-blessed... I see. How very rare indeed. You’re the second customer I’ve seen with such a disposition.”

“If... Possible. Could you... Keep it a... Secret?”

“Of course—loose lips would sink an establishment like ours. But...with that being said, the nature of this order would result in...considerable fees, in addition to taking quite a few days to forge. Would that be acceptable...?”

I had assumed as much. Individuals who could use all three of these abilities were rare in the first place—almost unheard of, actually. Perhaps one would have met one or two in their lifetime—but a third would be highly unusual.

It therefore went without saying that an adequate amount of time must be spent crafting a weapon for such an individual. As a matter of fact, blacksmiths such as these commonly crafted weapons for those who used magic or the spirit arts.

Those who could use divinity, on the other hand, were comparatively rare. Priests and the like often had specialist shops they favored, as opposed to the common blacksmith. Because of all this, the nature of my order made it a rarity in and of itself—

But I was mentally prepared for the expenditure.

“I... Don’t... Mind. But... This is... All I have...” I grasped my coin purse, placing it firmly upon the shop counter.

It was filled with a considerable amount of gold and silver coins—this coin purse basically held my entire fortune. (Though it’s worth noting that it probably was not worth very much at all to high-ranking adventurers.)

Confirming the pouch’s contents, Luka started explaining the payment process. “...This is more than enough for us to forge a quality piece. With regards to payment, we’ll gladly take half for it now, as a deposit. The other half will be collected when the weapon is ready.”

“Is that... All right?”

It was a very special order, after all. To tell the truth, the materials involved would probably cost a small fortune.

“Yes, very much so. In return—well, not quite, but a favor, if you will. Could you please have a few words with my husband, Clope? He’s the blacksmith of this shop, and he’d definitely want a word with you, given his character. To tell the truth, he would probably call for your input quite a lot during the forging process.”

I had known Clope for quite a long time since becoming an adventurer. Needless to say, I was also familiar with his personality and quirks. He was serious about his work, even if it was just a common sword, let alone a special order. He would surely have me test the blade over and over again as he continued to forge it—I knew Clope all too well. This was why I half-expected what Luka had to say, and I promptly nodded at her words.

“I... Do not. Mind. When... He needs. Me. Contact... Scholar... Lorraine.”

I explained to Luka that Lorraine had kindly allowed me the use of her abode while I was in the town of Maalt. At those words, Luka’s eyes widened, more than they ever had before. That was, however, quickly replaced by a well-practiced smile.

“Oh, of course. I understand. Well, then, first, I’ll return this to you...” Removing half of its contents, Luka picked up my coin pouch and handed it back to me.

“I am sure Clope will have many questions for you regarding the new sword you wish to have forged.”

And with that, Luka led me to the back of the shop, into the smithing chambers.

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The back of the store where I had been led to contained the smithing chambers: forge, blacksmith, hot steam, and all. As expected, a muscle-clad but somewhat slim man was swinging his hammer calmly and methodically, striking red-hot metal over, and over again. I steeled myself—he was impossible to talk to when he was like this.

As if reading my mind, Luka had a similarly penitent explanation to offer. “...I do apologize. You may have to wait for quite a while... He’ll be ready to speak in, oh, say, an hour. It might be better if you spent your time at another establishment while waiting...”

A truly apologetic expression.

Perhaps a first-time customer might be taken aback at these developments. I, however, was not, having known Clope for so many years. It was a quirk of his to fall into an almost trance-like state when he was hammering out a weapon; that’s just how he was.

Of course, speaking to him in this state was impossible. In fact, Clope was so focused that any interruptions might simply be met with a single swing of his hammer. It was better for all parties involved to simply wait for him to put his hammer down after reaching one point of progress or other. Again, I was by no means unfamiliar with the proceedings at the Three-Pronged Harpoon.

“...No. I do not... Mind. Can I... Wait, here. Instead?”

“Of course, that’s quite all right, but...would that be acceptable? Nothing of interest really happens here. Do you not find it boring?” Luka asked, seemingly curious about my decision.

“Watching... Black... Smith. At work. Not... Boring.” I replied.

A slight expression of surprise once again flitted across Luka’s face, before quickly being replaced by her business-as-usual smile.

“In that case, there’s a chair in that corner from which you can closely watch the process. I shall bring refreshments—do excuse me.” Saying so, Luka left the room.

Honestly speaking, my decision to stay was not an act of any kind. I genuinely enjoyed watching skilled individuals perform their work. I found that those who were at all skilled at their craft had a sort of flow and rhythm to their work—it was something one could feel just by spectating.

Clope was, for his part, unmistakably an extremely skilled blacksmith, and one could feel a sense of fluid beauty in the various aspects of his work. There was no way I could find such a spectacle boring—no way, indeed.

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After what seemed to be a considerable amount of time, the rhythmic clanging of metal finally stopped, dispersing along with the intangible cloud of tension that had been hanging over the smithing chambers for the past hour.

Clope held up the sword he had been working on, and slowly smiled. It was plain to see from his expression that this was a piece he was very satisfied with. I, too, felt that it was a thing worth celebrating. At that moment, though, Clope turned around to face me.

“My bad. Kept you waiting, huh?”

From Clope’s words, I could see that he had indeed noticed my presence. He was merely too focused in his work to greet me. A first-time customer would probably offer a complaint or two at this point. But the nature of his work meant that it could not simply be stopped midway through—I, for one, had no qualms with that.

This was why I answered: “...Not.. At all. I don’t... Mind. It was... Interesting.”

Upon hearing my words, Clope smiled. “And here I was thinking it’s pretty rare for Luka to bring someone in here... Seems like you’re an interesting guy.”

Clope’s expression was more befitting of a battle-worn warrior staring down an adversary with an unfaltering smile—as opposed to that of a typical blacksmith. His facial features, however, indicated that he was a little more ahead in his years—somewhere in his forties would be a good estimate.

Though he looked quite a bit older than Luka, in truth, the two were not that far apart in their years. Of course, I had not asked them this up front. It was more of a conclusion I had gleaned from Clope’s statements across the years. Particularly telling was the one

where he claimed Luka was his childhood friend, hence my assumption.

Although the practice of directly asking for someone’s age wasn’t non-existent, it proved extremely difficult to pose such a question when faced with the pressure emanating from Luka’s unfaltering smile. Basically, one would probably not find out even if they had asked her directly.

“I... Don’t know... About being interesting. But I... Was told. You could forge... Me. A sword.”

“Oh, would you like a piece specially order-made? There are many swords already displayed out front, though... And they’re all high-quality pieces, I can attest to that. Instead of an expensive custom order, maybe you’ll find one that fits you if you looked around?”

Clope was a blunt man, and one of not too many words. While someone who was unfamiliar with him would simply assume that he was turning down my request, the reality was quite different. Clope was only concerned about customers unnecessarily spending copious amounts of money.

With his sharp eyes and occasionally intimidating expression, it would seem like Clope could make someone cry just by looking at them. To make things worse, half of his statements sounded like threats or expressions of displeasure. But I knew better than anyone else that Clope, contrary to his appearance and mannerisms, was actually a very gentle person. This was why I answered in kind, not intimidated by his mannerisms in the slightest.

“The... Blades... You have. Up front... At the store. Cannot... Handle. Divin...ity.”

“Divi...? Oh, divinity! What, you a practitioner of the holy arts? You don’t seem like a priest to me. If you are, wouldn’t you have a specific smithy you go to?”

Indeed, it was like Clope had said. I did not, for all intents and purposes, look anything remotely close to a priest. If anything, I seemed to be the direct opposite of one—yet, with things as they were, I had no choice but to fully explain myself.

“Not... A priest. I also... Use. Magic... And... Spirit arts.”

“What... You mean you’re one of them thrice-blessed...? Huh, I see. All right. Well, then... Seems like you can’t use any of those out front. That’s why Luka brought you to me, huh. You have the money for this?”

“The... Person. At the front. Told me I had... Enough for... The order.”

“Hmm. If Luka says so... All right, I get it.

“Well, then, this may be sudden, but let’s get down to it. About the fees, too.”

Saying so, Clope retrieved a chair from a corner of his workshop, lifting it by one of its legs. Placing it at a small table, the blacksmith and I finally started our discussion.

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“...Well, that about settles it. All that’s left are the finer details... I’ll send word when I need you, that good?” Clope said after finalizing the calculations involved in the weapon’s overall cost.

“I don’t... Mind.” I nodded in response.

“All right, then we have a deal. Look forward to working with you and all that, yeah?” With that, Clope stuck out his hand.

A handshake—but of course.

For a second, I hesitated. These hands were the hands of an undead—they were dirty. I felt like it would be a big problem for anyone to touch them.

But that hesitation did not last very long at all. After all, I could not simply discuss my circumstances, or my new fate as a member of the walking dead, with Clope. Instead, I just responded as normally as I could, gripping Clope’s hand with a firm shake.

“I... Leave it. In... Your hands.”

And that was all I could say.

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The customer stepped through the doors, and then, he was gone. He was certainly a strange one, dressed in a robe weaved from the darkness of night. On his face sat a skull-shaped mask, white as bone, seemingly made in the land of the dead itself. But the most unsettling thing about him was how much he reminded me of a youth who, just up until recently, often frequented our establishment.

But then...

“Hey, Luka. What’s wrong? You have a weird face on.”

Clope, my husband, and the blacksmith of this establishment—our establishment. With his usual rugged smile, he called out to me from behind, having finally exited his workshop.

Turning around, I could not help but say to him: “...You know, right? You know who

that was...”

Clope picked up where my words had trailed off, as I could not bring myself to finish that sentence.

“Well... Yeah. Haven’t seen him on the streets or at the tavern recently... Thought he went somewhere, you know. Seems like he’s gotten himself into a bad spot...”

“Why won’t he ask us for help? Does he not trust us?

Clope seemed to nod at my words—words that escaped from the depths of my heart, bearing a heavy hue of sadness.

“Yeah, maybe... Hey. Hey, I was just joking! Joking.”

I was ready to cry at those words; the reaction was probably enough to jolt Clope out of his callous mood. He waved his hands somewhat dramatically, as if to dispel the notion.

I stared at Clope—I wanted his opinion, not his horsing about.

“...Well, see, maybe he doesn’t want to trouble us? Don’t know why he has that robe and mask on, but... Maybe he got cursed or something? You know, that stuff occasionally happens to adventurers.

“If he really did get cursed, detractors of our establishment will sure come crawling out of the woodwork. Well, people like that were always there in the first place.

“Or maybe he thinks we won’t recognize him, and we’d just tell him to scram because he’s cursed, you know. Maybe he just needs some time and will tell us later... Or something like that, see?”

“What do you mean, ‘something like that’! You haven’t said anything of the sort to him, have you?!”

“...Yeah,” Clope quickly answered, sensing the increasing amounts of pressure and distress in my words. “I don’t talk to random punks, you know. But that’s just how he is, see. He’s always been like that. ...It’s probably fine. We know he’s alive, so for now we’ll just let him do what he wants. He’ll tell us in time... He did give us enough hints about who he was, you know. I can’t be exactly sure, but maybe that’s all he can bring himself to do for now.... He did still visit, see. Like he used to.”

Clope’s words were convincing. A thrice-blessed individual with free access to Lorraine’s house—

That, already, was a large hint.

It was unmistakable—he had intentionally given us that hint to tell us who he was. But even then...we still had no idea what exactly happened to him. It seemed like he could not talk about it freely himself.

But he came to us in search of a weapon—that in and of itself was indicative of the amount of trust he had for our establishment... And us. I felt like I understood the situation a little better.

“Yes... Yes, I suppose so,” I said, turning to my husband as I slowly rubbed away the tears in my eyes.