The three ships carrying 150 of my own people left the Far East and entered the sea of the [Kelmut Cultural Area] along the continent.


　The Khelmut Cultural Area is a region where I used to operate as a two-person party, or rather, Cross and I worked as a two-person party of elementary to intermediate level, so I know what I'm talking about to a certain extent.

　In this culture, the 'forest' in particular is as vast as the ocean, and dungeons, towers and other quest areas occur on various levels.

　As if to avoid these monster-infested areas, the fiefdoms, towns and villages of kings and nobles are scattered throughout the area, and it is a region where adventurers and adventuring merchants come and go.



　So when we entered the sea of Kelmut culture, we first headed for the commercial city of Hafenfeld.


　Tontonton ......


　As I was reading a grimoire called 'The Theory and Practice of Cultivation' in the cabin, I heard a knock on the door and a hard sound standing.

''Yes. Come in.''

　I tucked the bookmark into my booklet Theories and Practices of Nurturing and spun the chair around to face the door.

''Eiga-dono,''

　The one who came to the cabin of the ship was Gitaro Bando.

"We will arrive at the commercial city of Haffuen and Futo, that we will arrive in about half an hour," he said.

...... That's right. I don't see why not.

　When he answered that, Gitaro Bando bowed and turned on his heel with a half-hearted bow.

I'm going to have to wait a bit. I'm going to have to wait a bit.

"Ha.

'We'll take the land route from Hafenfeld, but I think we'll stay on board today and leave tomorrow. Tell everyone that.

I'll be ready for you, that I am.

And when you get to the harbor, take three of your men with you. It's a "welcome home party". Let's get something to eat.

Haha, thank God I'm happy.



　When Yoshitaro Bando left, I opened The Theory and Practice of Nurture again.

　Per, per: ......

'But then again, it's Hafen Felt or ......

　Me, looking at a string of grimoires, and yet I'm alone like that.

　Speaking of Hafenfeldt: ......

　The reason why Cross and I were finally able to focus on adventuring without working part-time is because we were able to acquire items in the nearby C-class quest area [Le Monde Forest] and sell them in the commercial city of Hafen Felt, a winning formula called ...... It was after weaving.

　It was around that time that I started to stay at an inn as an adventurer.

　It was a big deal to us at that time that we could stay at a proper inn even if it was a very small inn.

　We felt like we were standing on our own two feet in this world.

　I felt as if we had become great adventurers, and we would challenge impossible quests out of the blue and end up dead in a wreck.


Hahaha ......

　I can't even get the grimoire into my head when I think we're only half an hour away.

　Patan......

　I still closed the book.

　Then I stretched out on the chair and started just staring at the boundary between the cabin wall and ceiling.


　Zappu! ...... zapun......


　The sound of dripping seawater made me feel like I was floating up and down incessantly.

　The sun was shining through the small round window near the ceiling, reflecting the seawater in speckles, as if it was shimmering in the womb.



　It was as if she was shaking in her mother's womb.



　The port of Hafenfeld is crowded with small and medium sized ships.

　The warriors' spears and masts are scattered like banners.

　Our ship is one of the three.


　Gaya Gaya Gaya: ......


　I give the order to the 150 men and women who have landed on the dock.

''Alright! From now on, you are free until the evening. You must be tired after your long voyage, so take it easy and go around the city. But we're going to split up into groups.

　With that said, I gave them 1,000 bonds each, and they scattered to town in groups of five.

　Cackle. ...... cackle.

　They all seem to be new to foreign countries and seem to be down to earth, and from a distance they look like country kids on a school trip to the city for the first time.


Eiga-dono. Eiga-dono, I'm taking my men with me, that I am.

　Just then, Gitaro Bando arrived with three of his men.

Oh. You have done a great job. Let's go then.

　I, too, was going out to the city of Hafenfeld with Garcia, Igarashi-san, Gitaro Bando and his men in tow.


　Zsa Zsa: ......


　Hmm.

　As the six of us lined up like this, walking around the city, we're a bit of a strange bunch.

　Since it's a city where adventurers also get noticed, there are a lot of weirdly dressed people, but among them, we're the ones that give off a particularly bizarre atmosphere.

　Garcia, the suspicious merchant. Igarashi-san in a lady's suit. Gitaro Bando and his three subordinates, walking around in exotic kimonos and holding large and small swords.

　Every once in a while, 'Ah! Sometimes we would discover that there were weirder people than us, but if we looked closely at the woman in the loincloth, we would see that she was Chiyo, and we would just laugh.


　Well, that's that.

　The commercial city of Hafenfeld is a beautiful city with red brick buildings.

　A clock tower stands at the center of the city.

　A fountain adorns the square.

　The bells of the cathedral echo to the heavens.

　Well-maintained stone streets run through the city of Hafenfeld in all directions.


...... beautiful.

　Such pretty words spilled from Igarashi-san's lips, who was beautiful but always seemed to be in a bad mood.



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　Now, I bring everyone to the wiener place I used to go to when I was younger.

'Wieners and fries for six. And ...... who wants a beer?

What is beer, sir?

　One of Bando Gitaro's subordinates asks.

　A man with a chiseled face, maybe 40 years old.

'Beer is a barley drink,'

I'll have a drink.

But ...... it's still light out.

　The woman who complains in such a manner is also a subordinate of Gitaro Bando.

　She's a reasonably young woman by the sound of her voice, but her face is half hidden by the dull red outfit she wears all over her body.

　This is the most suspicious person in terms of appearance.

It's not a bad idea. What about Garcia?

I'm having one too.

Where's Bando-kun?

My name is Sekisha and this guy Ichitaro, and we're not very good at this: ......

Okay. Three beers then.

　The sun was still high, so there weren't many customers in the restaurant.

　The orders came quickly, and everyone except me and Garcia were surprised at the wieners' appearance and so on.


　Wai Wai ...... Gaya Gaya ......


　Now, while eating their meals, the Itachi clan members begin to introduce themselves and the place starts to become more harmonious, but I take a step back and watch them.

　I took a step back and watched the scene. I was opening my training skills 【Goddess' Eyes】 to Gitaro Bando's three subordinates.


　Gonkichi Yamamoto, a 40-year-old man who loves to drink, is a [Carpenter] by trade.

　The suspicious woman in full costume is Saionji Kanako, and her occupational status is [Female Ninja].

　The last and youngest was Tanaka Ichitaro, whose occupational category was 【Blacksmith】.


　Hmm.

　At any rate, it's not an occupational attribute directly suited to adventure, is it?

　I feel bad for the lords of Okuga, but I guess they are people more suited to supporting them than fighting.


　As I closed my 【Goddess Eyes】 with this thought, I felt the shoulder of the lady suit seated next to me touch my arm in a fuzzy way.

　Turning to the side, I see a woman with sharp eyes fearfully attaching and releasing her tongue to the wiener.

'Igarashi-san. Aren't you going to eat it?

......

　He's afraid of a wiener.

"It's fine. It's delicious. ...... See, everyone else is eating them.

　Igarashi-san nodded with a serious face and shook her black hair ponytail, then squeezed her eyes shut and sucked the wiener into her mouth.

''W-.......''

　But she didn't have the courage to bite.

　For a while, she had lips like a baby with a bottle in her mouth, but when she spat out a disappointing but chubby spit, Wiener popped her upper lip lightly and buzzed in front of her sharp eyes! He was shaking meatily.

'Huh. ....... I can't help it. You should eat my fries.

　When I gave him my potatoes, Igarashi-san apologetically handed me a wiener.

　What ...... is that, I'm going to eat it?