In a lakeside brothel, Elisa and I were alone in the hall where we were left alone.

　Elisa's point.
　She told me that I was helping people like I was breathing, and I was in so much trouble that I just didn't feel like it anymore.
　So I asked all the people in the brothel to leave and left us alone.

d*mn.
I don't think you need to worry so much about it.

　Now that they were alone, Eliza spoke in her usual female tone, even though she was dressed as a man.

"I doubt it,
Just continue to help people and occasionally ruin the food supply. You know, that surplus buy-in.
I'm not sure that's a good idea.
I feel like there's a bigger deduction for bad behavior at the last review.
Is that how it works?
The way I see it, though.

　While stressing that it is her opinion, Elisa seems somewhat certain.

That means that you can ruin the food harvest while increasing the food harvest, but in the end it's still a negative result, because you lose more points than you gain by targeting the same subject.
That kind of thing.

　Eliza nods, still looking convinced.

I'm sure you'll think about it with me again, even if it's not, if you've done too many good deeds and it turns out to be a disaster.
Yes. Thank you Eliza, I'm glad you were there.
...... You're welcome.

　For some reason, the answer was a beat.
　I decided to leave the brothel with Elisa.

　It's no longer necessary to be there.

　As I was leaving the store and getting into the carriage, I saw a girl out of the corner of my eye.

　She's the girl who fed you the apple of knowledge.
　She's carrying a furoshiki on her back and is walking away.

"Hey, wait--you.

　I made the carriage wait and walked up to the girl.

"Oh. Thank you, Mr. Ares.

　A girl who reads my pseudonym and bows her head.

"Where are you going?
"I'm fired, I'm going home.
"Fired?　Shall I say something to the people in the store?
It's okay, Mr. Ares has been so good to me, I don't have to pay for it.
I see.
And now I want to read things. Now that I can read, I'd like to read different books and ...... different characters anyway.

　A girl with a twinkle in her eye.
　Some people say that knowledge is a bad thing to do, but at least this girl seems to have been good with knowledge.

　I liked that girl.

Well, I'll give you a ride home.
"Huh?　But,
I'd like to ask you some more questions while I'm at it.
"Yes, I understand.

　I took the girl back to the carriage and waited for Eliza.

I'm just going to stop off.
I knew it would happen.

　Eliza laughed and replied in male language.

　You put the girl in the carriage and leave the lakeside brothel together.

By the way, I haven't even heard your name yet.
"Oh, that was it.
Write your name down, for God's sake.
"...... yes!

　The girl nodded happily.
　Give her a pen and paper and have her write your name on it.

　By the way, there is always a pen and paper in this kind of carriage for people of a certain status.
　Because it is common to contact somewhere or give instructions of some kind.

　Just as I always have a parchment with my signature and family crest in my pocket.

　The girl who receives the paper and pen writes dexterously on her lap.

Done!
Marie Curie. That's a nice name.
"Thank you!　Thanks to Mr. Ares, I got my name called!

　He was extremely pleased.

"Well, you know how to write beautiful handwriting.

　Eliza, who looked into the paper, was impressed by the man's words.

Is that so?
Too much correctness. This one, for example, is correct, but it's the one that's not commonly used in everyday life.
I know, you use the abbreviations.
"Is this what acronyms are for?

　Mari wrote another letter underneath the one Eliza had pointed out.
　They are easily recognizable side by side, the one simplified for the scribe.

Yeah, that's the one.
"Really? ......


"It's just the knowledge of the letters themselves, you don't know how they're actually used.

　Eliza said and I nodded.

"I thought it would be better.
"Life is so boring when you know everything. Perfectly calibrated, just like you.

　What a compliment Eliza gave me.
　I just gave her a hand.

　Meanwhile, we seemed to have arrived at our destination.

　The carriage stopped and Mari jumped down first when she saw what was outside.
　Eliza and I got off after her, at a deserted raghouse in the suburbs.

Lisa, I'm home!
"Welcome home, Mali

　A grown woman came out at the sound of Mari's voice.
　When she saw us she panicked and ran into the house with a hint of blood.

Oh ...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry sis. I'm sorry, Miss Ares!

　Mari hurriedly apologized to both my sister and I.

." "Yeah?　Why do you apologize?　And to both.
"Don't you know?

　The answer was Eliza.
　What do you mean?" to her while dressed as a man. And turn her face.

"Her sister's face. That's--
Yeah, I know. It's a disease. It's a disease that makes your face look like it's melting off.
I've noticed.
That's because you can see it.

　The visual impact is pretty amazing.
　Mari's sister is only seen for a moment, but the impact is enough to make it clear in that moment.

People find it repulsive. Hated, she's probably living here to hide her breath. Forget that, my sister has brought in someone who knows nothing.

　Eliza explained it to me at once.
　I see.

I was more interested in the soul.
"Soul?
"It was pretty high ranked, the next life is probably pretty awesome
"Are you doing a good thing?

　Eliza turned to Mari and asked her.
　Mari replied with a depressed look, the joy of learning to write is gone.

I keep doing good things to make sure that I'll be born in the next life. But I always blame myself for being a hypocrite for doing such a good thing while thinking about it. ......
"I see. ......

　It can be painful .

"Mari!

　An angry voice was heard.
　Mari's sister reappeared.

　She shouldn't have let us see her face, but she did.
　I could see the desperate emotions on her face and in her voice.

"Don't tell a stranger every word you say!
"I'm sorry, sis!
"I don't know who you are, but...

　She turns to me in anger.
　I reach for her.

"What are you--
If you're sick, you just need a cure.

　Eliza answered for me.
　We've known each other for a long time, as expected, and she understood what I wanted to do in an instant.

　Cure Mari's sister's illness with magic.

　When I sought knowledge from the wise man's sword, he pilloried, "It is said to be incurable...

　It's usually an incurable disease, but with the knowledge of the philosopher's sword and my magic, I was able to cure her on the spot.

Ah, ......
"Hi!
"...... beautiful
"Huh?

　She was frightened by my reaction, but was puzzled by the words that followed.
　She was startled and her eyes were wide open.

　It was beautiful, too.

It was beautiful.

　Eliza lifted the corner of her mouth dexterously to one side.

"What's really beautiful is ruined by a disease that can't be fixed. Isn't that a good punishment?

　For some reason there was a tremendous contempt in her eyes as she glanced up at the sky.

　In spite of her, Mari rushed into the house and brought out a tub of water.

　Her sister's beautiful face was reflected in the water.
　Perhaps because of her illness, there was no mirror, and Mari had prepared it on the spur of the moment to serve as a mirror.

　She was surprised to see her own face, and then she looked at me.

"You're ......?


Yes, that's your true face.
"............

　Stunned.
　And with that look on her face, tears cascaded down her face.

　She remained stunned and continued to cry, and then.

Oh, thank you.

　After squeezing out one word, he was overcome with emotion again, this time with a wailing voice.