When he saw that Safate, the lord, had left for the small frontier city of Picks, accompanied by Elf Erdena of the magic department and Black, a peddling demon (Ogre People), Foldente shook his head from side to side several times and
Okay, now, let's get that hassle out of the way.
　Stretching widely, he walked into the town hall.
　Then, as if to drown out Foldente's figure, he disappeared.

　As an incorporeal, contemplative body, Foldente is able to move instantly within the continent, if it is to a familiar place.
　If it is in the presence of a person with a gate stone, it can move with pinpoint accuracy, but otherwise it will move to a general position, so it is not uncommon for it to occasionally appear in a wall and panic.
　This magic drains a certain amount of power, but a night in the hot spring would recover that as well, so she seemed to be using it these days without worrying too much about draining her power.

　The first place she visited was the inn village along the road.
　A hot spring village where Safate and the others had lived not long ago. It is a village where people who abandoned this place have moved in.
　There is a cobblestone road that leads from the royal capital of Palma to the frontier city of Greencomb via the frontier city of Batcombe, and along the road, there is a stream running nearby that makes it easy to use water.

　The reason was the newly built Liberty Village.
　In the past, the route used to cut through the mountains using unpaved mountain roads, so people used to take the new cobblestone roads, although they had to take a long detour to get around the foot of the mountains.
　In addition, the road from the village to the Liberty Village street was paved with stones and extended to the road to the Green Convoy in the south of the town, so that the flow of passengers changed to stay in the spa town, pass through Liberty Village, and then head for the Green Convoy.
　Since long ago, the village chief and other residents of the inn village were all impatient, as their main livelihood has been to deal with peddlers heading south.
　Some of the residents had recently tried to destroy the cobblestone street leading to Liberty Village, and so Foldente had gone to the street village to deal with the incident.

　When he showed up as the diplomatic representative of Liberty Village, he was greeted by the village chief and other village executives in a frenzy.
　Everyone's faces were pale and slick with fat sweat.

　The reason for this is that the gang that attempted to destroy the road the other day has already been captured by the Hot Springs Village Division of the guards led by the dog people, the Gugs, and they have already informed the Kaido Village of their intentions.

''Oh, come on, mate,''
　Foldente receives the tea served in the reception room with a big smile on his face.
　Even as he pours the tea into his mouth in a slow gesture, his eyes are relentlessly focused on the village chief and the three others seated in front of him.
　As they sipped their tea, their eyes were focused on the three men sitting across from them, including the mayor.
　As for the village chief, he was in a room that felt chilly.
Well, I must say, it's very hot today.
　And while wiping the sweat from his forehead many times.

　In front of such three people, Foldente does not say a word while drinking tea.
　Slowly, he brings the tea to his mouth, drinks a little, and releases the teacup from his mouth.
　He repeated this action, slowly, over and over again.

I'm really sorry for the inconvenience caused by the poor management of the village with regard to this incident.
　The village chief, unable to bear this silence, put his hands on the desk and bowed deeply.
　At this, the two executives, from both sides, said, "Excuse me! He bowed his head in the same way.
　
　After this, the village chief desperately started to explain, but Foldente just kept listening to all of it, with the familiar chuckle of Liberty Village.

　This act of "not being able to get anything back" was conversely a tremendous pressure on the village chief.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a good deal more than you need to know.
　On the contrary, even if the village chiefs try to keep quiet, Foldente also remains silent and continues to look at the village chiefs.
　Within an hour after the conversation began, the village chief and the rest of the innkeepers were sitting in their chairs, looking exhausted. The same sentence has already been repeated a number of times as an excuse for an explanation, but Foldente has not said a single word during this time.

　In between, he only smiled, offered his empty teacup and asked three times for more tea.

　The village was in crisis.
　We all had some concerns about our future.
　I was jealous of how well Liberty Village was doing.

　When the village chief, who had been repeating such a non-excusable excuse over and over again, uttered the same content again, Foldente finally uttered a word.


'So?'


　They were already exhausted from exhaustion when the word came out.
　At first the chiefs had hoped to use the village's plight as an excuse to keep things quiet, but after an hour of refusing to speak, Foldente's response had been a bit of a surprise.

　I'm not sure that's allowed.

　It was enough of a response to make that decision.


　Even though they were right in front of Foldente, the three of them began a babbling discussion, butting heads together.
　Although they were talking in a whisper, they were all too distracted in the quiet reception room to care that Foldente could hear everything.

　The three of them were watching the situation with a chuckle, and Foldente held out a map that he had brought with him and indicated the corner of the map.
　It was a map of the Liberty Village street street, and Foldente pointed to an area of it that was currently under construction.
　There, the map said, was 20 for stores and planned to be developed around an inn and diner.
　Twenty in stores - that was about the same size as this inn village.
　
　And.

　I mean, if we forgive her this time, she'll probably do it again, won't she?
　Then why don't you just move to our village?

　Yes, says Foldente, silently.
　Yes, it didn't take long for the village chief and others to understand.

　After all.
　After the mayor and executives offered to give the villagers some time to get them to agree to move to Liberty Village, the

We'll take care of all the moving expenses. Oh, we'll let the perpetrators of the destruction do all the hard work for a while.

　After stating this, Foldente left the inn village.
　She had only had enough conversations during her stay to have one handful of them.

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　Foldente headed straight to the frontier city of Greencomb.
　Normally, she would have to pass through a barrier at the gate, but she didn't dare to pass through it and materialized her figure in the city.
　From there, she turned her feet to the church, located in the Greencombe.

　The Greencomb is only a frontier city, and it is the largest city at the southern end of the continent.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
　When Safate was disowned by his father Gapoli and driven out of his home, Gapoli, an influential nobleman, issued a notice in the name of the House of Lords that Safate should not be allowed to enter any of the frontier cities, so Liberty Village and Green Convoy remain estranged for now.

　It's a good thing that you're not the only one who can do this.
'What can I do for you in this church?'
　One of the sisters, who was cleaning up, noticed Foldente - elven specs - and walked up to him.
"A few days ago, a family member, who was ill, was saved by a potion from a village. I wanted to thank the gods for bringing me to that village.
　As he said this, Foldente - the elf specifier - folded his hands in front of his chest and bowed deeply.
　In his hands, he held the empty potion bottle that Safate usually used to fill the potion he had created himself.
''I see, then, come inside.''
　So saying, Foldente - the elf specifier - was led to the chapel.

　There, Foldente - the elf specifier - put the medicine bottle in his hand on the altar.
With God's help, I came across the medicine of Lord Greedo of Liberty Village. It has helped me to heal my ailing family. It was all with God's help.
　Then she bowed her head deeply.
　
　The Sister, who had been watching the situation of the Foldente - Elf Spec - from behind, folded her hands and bowed her head as well.

.........

　His gaze is fixed on the potion vial that Foldente - an elf spec - has placed on the altar.

　The story goes back a few months.
　Here in Greencomb, an epidemic has broken out.
　With the city in chaos and none of the city's medical wizards able to cure it, a crate of medicine was delivered anonymously out of the city one day. The potion brought the epidemic to a halt and saved the city, but the person who provided the potion has yet to come forward. For this reason, the people of Green Convombe honored the person who gave them the medicine as "Saint" and kept the vial as a gift from the saint at the back of the church.

　A bottle very similar to the vial was now placed in front of the sister.
　When the sister realized this fact, she was visibly upset.

　After confirming the situation with a sideways glance, Foldente - Elf Spec - stood up and
'Thank you very much for the opportunity to thank God. I would like to offer this bottle as an offering to God.
　With that, he bowed deeply to the sisters and left the church.

　From behind the closed door, "Sh, Father! I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time with us," confirmed the sister's loud voice, and Foldente - the elf specifier - chuckled as usual.

　With this, Foldente had an idea that the Green Combe, who was difficult to contact from the Liberty Village side, would take some kind of action from the other side.

　Unlike the frontier cities, the lord of a frontier city, unlike the frontier small cities, is supposed to be ruled by a race or a joint race and subhuman.
　The race tends to place great importance on the church, which has strong authority in the royal city, and if that church were to tell them anything, they would not remain silent.

　I hope this will be the first step in a friendly relationship!

　Foldente left the Green Convoy, giggling as usual.

To be continued