It's funny ... my brother Silvio isn't here.

　I was standing alone on a busy street, lined with food stalls. Picking up some beans seasoned with salt in one hand, I looked around again.
　Even after noon, the bustle of the villagers had not diminished, making it even livelier. The voices from the stalls flitted about and the conversations of parents and children talking happily. The closer it got to night, the more crowded it became.

''........Brother Silvio is lost?''

　It would be difficult for me, a small man, to find Brother Silvio among all these people coming and going. It's too much trouble to look for him, so I concluded that.

　Could it be that he was kidnapped by the rotten people?　The question crossed my mind, but I knew that was not the case. Brother Silvio stands out because he has that look. Considering the security of the Koliat village, it's unlikely.

''There was a terrific looking blonde shorty just now!

'Kyah!　Really!'

"Yes!　And I was holding hands with a little boy with dark hair!'

"You've got a bloody nose!　I wanted to see it too!'

'I'm sure he's still around!　Let's hurry up and find him!'

"Mmm-hmm!

Speaking of which, is your husband okay with it?

I don't give a shit!　Now we're going to find that blonde shorty!

Yes!

"'Hehehe

...I guess I was kidnapped after all.

　I mumbled to myself as I watched the backs of the rotten people who had started running from the side streets. Hearing the conversation just now, I think I have a much better case. If I were the police, I'd probably classify Brother Silvio as a singularly missing person.
　However, the rotten people said they would worship him, so there would be no problem.

　I'm still busy with this, so I won't move without a case. Besides, it would be quicker to leave it to the rotten network to find it.

　I decided to leave Brother Silvio, who was lost, to wander around, leaving him in charge of the rotten people.
　What shall we eat next?

　It took me a while to walk around, letting the delicious smell of the food take over.

　There was no way I could meet up with Brother Silvio.

''Hey, did you find it?''

We don't have one either!

"....where the hell are they?

'Nora said she saw you out west!

''Really?

Let's go!

Yeah!

　For some reason, there wouldn't be anything suspicious about it other than the women running around in a hurry.

　I flipped my body from heading west to the east and started walking.

　Somehow, right?　I could smell a nice smell coming from the east, and I had a feeling there would be some good things to come over there.

　We continued on our way, exchanging greetings with the friendly villagers.

　At the plaza, there was an arm-wrestling competition going on.

　Only in that area, the heat is very strong.

　As I approached, I saw a man stripping off his clothes with great gusto, revealing his upper body. He swung his arms and shoulders around to show off his muscles and strength. You're Roland's old man, right?
　The old man lets out a yell and shows off his body to the audience.

　Hearing this, the crowd erupts with ale and food in hand.

　And his opponent, Westa, is meditating with his arms crossed. Then his eyes widen and he throws off his clothes with a snap.

''Whoa!　He was the type to lose weight!

"Seriously?　There's no need for you to lose weight!

"....where did those muscles........come from?

"Oh, man, I bet on Roland.

'No, look at Roland's arm!

'Wow!　A log!　A goblin's head could blow it off with a single shot!''

...that could be an orc.

"...I want to be hugged by those muscles.

''What?''

Hmm?

　Not to be outdone by Roland's body, Wester has nice muscles too. You didn't notice it because he usually wears shabby clothes. Those muscles are so bulging that they're not even thin macho. I'm really wondering where that pectoral muscle was stored until now.

　Wester snaps the bones in his neck and snaps his knuckles and turns his fearless smile to the old man.

　The old man also responds to the challenge by flaunting his log-like arms and his crispy, cracked abs.

''Five bandits for Roland!

"I'm giving Wester seven bandits!

"I'll bet a copper on it!

"'Ooh, ooh, ooh!'

　As the two men stared at each other, the villagers 《gamblers》 bet more and more money.

　Indeed, the men of this village love to gamble. Well, this must be one of their favorite pastimes in the countryside where entertainment is scarce.

　As the heat is increasing, the two men place their elbows on a large wooden barrel and entwine their right arms with each other.

''Kyaaaaaah!''

"Yes!

"The strong arms of a man entwined!

"Sweat on the rise, sweat on the muscles...

"...eyes that are so close to each other that they can barely breathe!

　For some reason, the rotten people get excited here. The yellow voice, which far exceeds the men's group, causes an even bigger buzz.

''........Arm wrestling is popular with women every year, right?''

"...Yeah, I guess so.

'That's your wife over there, right?　You haven't heard anything?

"I heard about it once, but you never told me. Something about an old law that's been handed down for generations.

"Well, it's nothing to worry about, so it's nothing to worry about.

Yeah.

　A group of young men nearby discuss a simple question. There's a lot of things in this world that would make you happier if you didn't know anything about it.

　With a bitter look on my face, I moved away from the crowd. There were more and more people in the crowd, and I couldn't see the old men from my small stature.

'Start!'

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

　At the signal of the start, the square was filled with the shouts of the villagers' gamblers and the yellow voices of the rotten people.


　× X X X

That beautiful, smooth, blue hair!

　What snatched my vision was that sister's hair, which I adore. That hair, which reminds me of a clear river, must be her.

　I hurriedly chase after the One who has already disappeared from my sight around a bend in the road.

　In the middle of my run, I hear someone calling out to me, but I don't know. Now is not the time to do that.

　And as I turn the corner, I see sister Emma's back.

　The white nape of her neck, slightly visible behind her blue hair. Thanks to the lack of vigilante training today, she's not in her usual training outfit with a wooden sword hanging from her head. She was dressed like a village girl in white sleeves and a long brown skirt with a tight waistband. Feeling fresh in this unusual outfit, I approached her to speak to her.

　Then I saw a guy walking next to Emma-sister, about the same height as me, with a slender pudding head.

'Emma, who's that guy!

What?

What?　Who is this guy?

　At the same time as sister Emma turns around, a boy with freckles throws a rude word at her.

　'What a bastard you are to call someone that when you meet them out of the blue.

"No, you're the first one to call him that.

　The bastard glares at me half-eyed, as if the voice in my mind was leaking out of me.

'Hey, Thor!　You can't talk like that!　This is my lord's second son, Lord Alfried.

'What?　This guy?

Don't call him that!　I'm sorry, Mr. Alfried, but he's a poorly made brother.

　Sis Emma chuckles and makes the boy called Thor lower his head.



What are you mumbling about?

　Sis Emma tugs at Thor's cheek, mumbling in a huff.
　Is it okay?　A boy named Thor or something like that is getting really teary-eyed. He's pulling on my cheek so much that I can see his gums and throat cock.

　Thor says, "Ouch, ouch!　I get it! I shouted, and my hand left my cheek and returned to its rubbery state.

'Well, I'm sorry about earlier. My name is Thor, Emma's brother. He's eight years old.

　Thor rubs his cheek and greets her with tears in his eyes. Actually, Emma-sister is a powerful person, I guess.

''I'm Alfried, the second son of the lord here, in case you were wondering. Nice to meet you, I'm six years old and I have an older brother and an older sister in case you're wondering.

Hmm?　Sister?　Lords?　No way!

Hmm?

　When he heard me introduce myself, Thor thought about something and then raised his voice loudly.

''May I have a moment, Alfried-sama?''

Yeah?　What is it?

　Suddenly, Thor lowered himself. What is it? Even though he knew I was the second son of the lord, Thor did not change his attitude. And yet, did I tell him that he would change his bullish attitude like this?
　Even as I think about this, Thor says a word to Sister Emma and leads me to the side of the road.
　What in the world is that? I can't read Thor's thoughts.

'So?　What's the story?

Well, you know, that... That one.

　I ask, and Thor suddenly begins to squirm and speak crisply. There's something amusing about the fidgeting and moving of his hips.

'I'm not your mother, so that doesn't tell me much,'

I mean, come on. --Do you have a fiancé?

Yes?　What's your fiancé saying?

　I don't know what it is, but it's hard to hear him because his voice is so low and he's whispering while looking away from me.

'Dah-ka-la!　I'm asking if Lady Elinora has a fiancée!

"........what?　Hahhhh!