41
Estio Volume 2
- Episode 16
Estio took the party and went up to the dormitory built on the upper floor of the guild office. The seat he had used until recently was still neatly organized and empty. Estio, who had put down the luggage with a happy heart, swept the bed neatly stacked with blankets. Although the quality was inferior to that of the headquarters, it was still a soft and cozy dormitory.
The white duvet folded at the right angle smelled like soap for supply.
"I'm going to rest here today. Galatia is a big city, so you can get pretty much anything. If you need anything, pack it in advance."
Then, Parker, who was unpacking his luggage, raised his hand like a student making an announcement.
"By the way, I'm running out of ingredients. The bottom of this pot also burned and the soup kept burning."
"Hey, it's dirty…"
Ahur, who was snooping near the pot he had taken out of his backpack, put in the disgusting Chuimsae. The bottom of the pot had charred marks, even if you could barely see it.
"Did you just dye the bottom of the pot? Ribble pot tickles. Now, if I add water to it and boil it, will it turn into lye?"
Parker smiled awkwardly at the bruise of the cactus, flapped his wings once, and took the pot in his arms.
"Hehe, so I'd like to change it to a new one. The guild will support this, right?"
Eventually, he was afraid to unpack and flew back to the guild office to receive support. Moobin, who had been staring at Parker's back as he flew away with his white feathers fluttering, said, "Oh," and raised his hand.
"That's right. I need to stop by the weapon shop, too."
Since Moobin is a client, he cannot receive guild benefits. If she had to go to the weapon shop, she had to go out and go around town. Estio turned his head to look at her and didn't ask her anything, but Moobin, who was embarrassed for nothing, added the reason.
"I'll just ask you to sharpen a knife. Well, how many daggers should I buy......"
"Yes, please go."
"Let's go."
"effort."
The inside of the dormitory was warm and well-heated, but Mubin felt a strangely cold wind blowing and hitting him in the face.
"......alone?"
This time, no one answered as if they had promised. Silence is an affirmation. Mubin grunted, narrowing her forehead.
"I don't even know the geography here."
"I don't know much about weapons shops either."
"You said you were active here?"
"It wasn't a combat person, it was a special unit. So there was absolutely no need to get a weapon."
His hands were still empty. There were no blades or menacing weapons attached to Estio's outfit.
While taking on the quest, he moved only with his bare hands. Mubin glanced down at Estio's hand, who was wearing his white gloves, and asked again.
"You don't know how to use a weapon at all?"
"Yes."
"You grew up in the countryside, didn't you kill any animals or skin them?"
Dark blue eyes that did not contain any emotion stared at the peacock silently. He knew that he had led a difficult life unlike a man of noble blood. It was also felt that he had a high understanding of the lives of commoners and that he acted without hesitation.
It was still an innocent question. In general, the poorer the commoners, the more accustomed to hunting animals. Even a small rabbit or a bird can be precious food for them, even if it's not as grandiose as a wild boar or a bear. So, commoners, even girls, were accustomed to taking part in the task of removing the skins of animals they had hunted and organizing them on the spot.
There were two reasons why Estio did not have such experience.
The first is the ability to read minds. To him, all animals were like friends, and animals tired of humans also came to him and found rest. Understanding the language of animals, there was no way he could capture and kill a living animal and brutally separate the flesh from the bones.
And the second was the fault of the villagers of Selvia.
'This monster! Fuck off!'
The villagers did not dare to kill him, but they wished he had died. Since childhood, he locked himself up in an attic and got angry like a fire when even his hair was exposed, so he never showed up in front of people.
That is why, even in that poor town, when there was an opportunity to catch or eat beans sprouting from the drought, no one called him.
Mobin Heiga, unaware of the circumstances, shook his head and changed the question when Estio was silent.
"Then what about killing people?"
"......there is."
This was a question that could be answered.
"Recently."
Right in this Galatia branch.
Estio remembered the rich man, Viscount Fabien, who was trembling with fear as he looked at him. And Sera, who was shocked to see the inside of the house covered in blood at that time, also came to mind.
He escaped after killing many soldiers and entering the 'order' in the minds of the survivors to never do this.
I still don't know what happened to that noble family. Mubin was relieved to see Estio, who answered with a calm expression.
'I don't think he's a guy without a pulpit at all.'
A being who can save a human life if necessary for a subject that says they have never twisted a chicken's hair.
I thought I would be in trouble if I acted like a kid, saying that I can't harm others recklessly, but I don't have to worry about that.
After revising the definition of Estio, Moobin nodded lightly.
"Yes. I know that you have great powers. But in case you want to protect yourself in case of an unexpected situation, it is better to carry a sword with you."
In the end, it meant going to the weapon shop together. Estio, noticing this, narrowed his eyes, but Moobin smirked and continued to speak.
"Until it turns out that you are the true descendant of the Black Dragon."
"......"
"Humans die easier than you think."
Looking at his teasingly threatening tone, it seemed that he really wanted him to be a black dragon. Estio could not bear the burden and let out a small sigh.
He put his luggage under the bed and stood up and looked at Neju.
"Neju, with Ahur, wait here for Parker."
"Are you going out? Then, you want to go with Neju too!"
"No. You'll be tired, so rest. I'll be back soon."
"Woo"
Neju shrugged her shoulders sullenly, but did not react any further and obeyed his words. Then A-Hur, who was in Neju's arms, asked while weeping at his branches.
"But why are you taking the tiger?"
"Tsuki..."
When I looked down, a black cat followed Estio like a shadow as if it was natural.
"...because it's sure to follow me anyway."
"I know."
Nyaan.
Tsuki wags his tail with satisfaction. If I had to pick the most selfish member of Estio's party, it was definitely Tsuki. Cats don't listen to people's commands. I follow because I want to follow, and I only protect because I think I want to protect.
No one can force that arrogant black cat.
* * *
So, the two of them and a cat left the hostel and headed for the weapon shop.
Fortunately, there was no need to wander for a long time, and a store caught my eye. It was not a store that produced a variety of weapons, but a store that specialized in swords. After all, Mubin's purpose was to be a sword, so they entered the store without any hesitation.
"Yeah? Who are you?"
"I'm a guest."
Moobin answered the voice full of doubts from the inside.
"Hey, my mind. I forgot to lock the door."
The owner of the store was a gray-haired man. He was too old to be said to be middle-aged, and his arms and legs were still thick enough to be called old age, and his overall body was strong. The shopkeeper, who came up from the basement with a belt around his forehead, sighed continuously, wiping away sweat.
"I'm not selling anything today. Let's go back."
"Why don't you sell it?"
"Why, it was all swept away from the high noble's house a while ago. We're running out of things, so we're getting orders to make more. It's probably the same in other places as well."
"Huh, are you from a high noble's house?"
Moobin muttered in an absurd tone. From the point of view of him as a duke, it was the tyranny of the former, not the former. However, from the point of view of the store owner, who does not know his identity, he thought that the customer was just complaining about injustice.
The owner of the store chimed in and added.
"The Viscount Fabien. They say they are recruiting soldiers these days, but it seems they don't have enough weapons to use. Perhaps other houses will have a hard time finding proper weapons today."
"...Does the Fabien Writers recruit enlisted men?"
Estio, who had been quietly listening, asked with a firm expression. Then, the owner of the weapon shop, recognizing his outfit, shook his head in a more friendly manner.
"Oh, this is a member of the Ignis Guild. Then, don't you know better? It was said that the lady in the house was seriously ill."
"party......?"
"You really don't know? I mean, there's been a lot of rumors these days."
The store owner tilted his head. Then he gently whispered into Estio's ear.
"It's a disease of the mind. They say that just looking at blood causes seizures and nightmares every day. A group of members of your household died a while ago, and the vacancy seems to be terrifying. Are you looking for something?"
Estio, who had the bright green eyes of a girl who was only ten years old, flashed in his mind, and was at a loss for words.
was the first client. Seeing his abilities, he wasn't afraid, nor was he coveted as a tool.
When Estio asked if she was afraid, Sarah asked confidently.
'why me?'
'Estio won't do that.'
'If you read my secret, we'll be secret friends! Yes?'
I could never forget the face of the girl who smiled and waved her hands. It was such a shocking encounter. For Estio, it was the first kind of human kindness.
The weapon shop favoring the Ignis Guild willingly changed the blade even in the middle of a busy day. Contrary to what he said that the items were sold out, he even took out a dagger the length of his forearm from the chest of drawers and brought it to him.
The appearance of the dagger given by the merchant for free was very plain. There were no common decorations, and the handle was made of cheap wood carved from wood.
Upon leaving the store, Mubin handed the dagger to Estio.
"I have it."
"?"
As Estio, who was holding the dagger, stared at him, Mubin yawned and continued.
"It looks like it, but once you use it, it'll be better than nothing, even if it's cheap."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Be careful, because there's nothing wrong with it."
The atmosphere was playful, but it made sense. It is better to have at least one dagger for self-defense than to go bare-handed. Estio didn't question it any further and kept the dagger in his arms. He also did not forget to express his gratitude for the sincerity.
"thank you."
"Take care of yourself a little more. You are too defenseless in your work."
Moobin grumbled and gave him a pint glass, but the listener's mood wasn't bad. Because she was the pinzan I always heard from black cats. Estio, who looked down at Tsuki, who meowed in sympathy, gave a small smile that was almost invisible.
41
Estio Volume 2
- Episode 16
Estio took the party and went up to the dormitory built on the upper floor of the guild office. The seat he had used until recently was still neatly organized and empty. Estio, who had put down the luggage with a happy heart, swept the bed neatly stacked with blankets. Although the quality was inferior to that of the headquarters, it was still a soft and cozy dormitory.
The white duvet folded at the right angle smelled like soap for supply.
"I'm going to rest here today. Galatia is a big city, so you can get pretty much anything. If you need anything, pack it in advance."
Then, Parker, who was unpacking his luggage, raised his hand like a student making an announcement.
"By the way, I'm running out of ingredients. The bottom of this pot also burned and the soup kept burning."
"Hey, it's dirty…"
Ahur, who was snooping near the pot he had taken out of his backpack, put in the disgusting Chuimsae. The bottom of the pot had charred marks, even if you could barely see it.
"Did you just dye the bottom of the pot? Ribble pot tickles. Now, if I add water to it and boil it, will it turn into lye?"
Parker smiled awkwardly at the bruise of the cactus, flapped his wings once, and took the pot in his arms.
"Hehe, so I'd like to change it to a new one. The guild will support this, right?"
Eventually, he was afraid to unpack and flew back to the guild office to receive support. Moobin, who had been staring at Parker's back as he flew away with his white feathers fluttering, said, "Oh," and raised his hand.
"That's right. I need to stop by the weapon shop, too."
Since Moobin is a client, he cannot receive guild benefits. If she had to go to the weapon shop, she had to go out and go around town. Estio turned his head to look at her and didn't ask her anything, but Moobin, who was embarrassed for nothing, added the reason.
"I'll just ask you to sharpen a knife. Well, how many daggers should I buy......"
"Yes, please go."
"Let's go."
"effort."
The inside of the dormitory was warm and well-heated, but Mubin felt a strangely cold wind blowing and hitting him in the face.
"......alone?"
This time, no one answered as if they had promised. Silence is an affirmation. Mubin grunted, narrowing her forehead.
"I don't even know the geography here."
"I don't know much about weapons shops either."
"You said you were active here?"
"It wasn't a combat person, it was a special unit. So there was absolutely no need to get a weapon."
His hands were still empty. There were no blades or menacing weapons attached to Estio's outfit.
While taking on the quest, he moved only with his bare hands. Mubin glanced down at Estio's hand, who was wearing his white gloves, and asked again.
"You don't know how to use a weapon at all?"
"Yes."
"You grew up in the countryside, didn't you kill any animals or skin them?"
Dark blue eyes that did not contain any emotion stared at the peacock silently. He knew that he had led a difficult life unlike a man of noble blood. It was also felt that he had a high understanding of the lives of commoners and that he acted without hesitation.
It was still an innocent question. In general, the poorer the commoners, the more accustomed to hunting animals. Even a small rabbit or a bird can be precious food for them, even if it's not as grandiose as a wild boar or a bear. So, commoners, even girls, were accustomed to taking part in the task of removing the skins of animals they had hunted and organizing them on the spot.
There were two reasons why Estio did not have such experience.
The first is the ability to read minds. To him, all animals were like friends, and animals tired of humans also came to him and found rest. Understanding the language of animals, there was no way he could capture and kill a living animal and brutally separate the flesh from the bones.
And the second was the fault of the villagers of Selvia.
'This monster! Fuck off!'
The villagers did not dare to kill him, but they wished he had died. Since childhood, he locked himself up in an attic and got angry like a fire when even his hair was exposed, so he never showed up in front of people.
That is why, even in that poor town, when there was an opportunity to catch or eat beans sprouting from the drought, no one called him.
Mobin Heiga, unaware of the circumstances, shook his head and changed the question when Estio was silent.
"Then what about killing people?"
"......there is."
This was a question that could be answered.
"Recently."
Right in this Galatia branch.
Estio remembered the rich man, Viscount Fabien, who was trembling with fear as he looked at him. And Sera, who was shocked to see the inside of the house covered in blood at that time, also came to mind.
He escaped after killing many soldiers and entering the 'order' in the minds of the survivors to never do this.
I still don't know what happened to that noble family. Mubin was relieved to see Estio, who answered with a calm expression.
'I don't think he's a guy without a pulpit at all.'
A being who can save a human life if necessary for a subject that says they have never twisted a chicken's hair.
I thought I would be in trouble if I acted like a kid, saying that I can't harm others recklessly, but I don't have to worry about that.
After revising the definition of Estio, Moobin nodded lightly.
"Yes. I know that you have great powers. But in case you want to protect yourself in case of an unexpected situation, it is better to carry a sword with you."
In the end, it meant going to the weapon shop together. Estio, noticing this, narrowed his eyes, but Moobin smirked and continued to speak.
"Until it turns out that you are the true descendant of the Black Dragon."
"......"
"Humans die easier than you think."
Looking at his teasingly threatening tone, it seemed that he really wanted him to be a black dragon. Estio could not bear the burden and let out a small sigh.
He put his luggage under the bed and stood up and looked at Neju.
"Neju, with Ahur, wait here for Parker."
"Are you going out? Then, you want to go with Neju too!"
"No. You'll be tired, so rest. I'll be back soon."
"Woo"
Neju shrugged her shoulders sullenly, but did not react any further and obeyed his words. Then A-Hur, who was in Neju's arms, asked while weeping at his branches.
"But why are you taking the tiger?"
"Tsuki..."
When I looked down, a black cat followed Estio like a shadow as if it was natural.
"...because it's sure to follow me anyway."
"I know."
Nyaan.
Tsuki wags his tail with satisfaction. If I had to pick the most selfish member of Estio's party, it was definitely Tsuki. Cats don't listen to people's commands. I follow because I want to follow, and I only protect because I think I want to protect.
No one can force that arrogant black cat.
* * *
So, the two of them and a cat left the hostel and headed for the weapon shop.
Fortunately, there was no need to wander for a long time, and a store caught my eye. It was not a store that produced a variety of weapons, but a store that specialized in swords. After all, Mubin's purpose was to be a sword, so they entered the store without any hesitation.
"Yeah? Who are you?"
"I'm a guest."
Moobin answered the voice full of doubts from the inside.
"Hey, my mind. I forgot to lock the door."
The owner of the store was a gray-haired man. He was too old to be said to be middle-aged, and his arms and legs were still thick enough to be called old age, and his overall body was strong. The shopkeeper, who came up from the basement with a belt around his forehead, sighed continuously, wiping away sweat.
"I'm not selling anything today. Let's go back."
"Why don't you sell it?"
"Why, it was all swept away from the high noble's house a while ago. We're running out of things, so we're getting orders to make more. It's probably the same in other places as well."
"Huh, are you from a high noble's house?"
Moobin muttered in an absurd tone. From the point of view of him as a duke, it was the tyranny of the former, not the former. However, from the point of view of the store owner, who does not know his identity, he thought that the customer was just complaining about injustice.
The owner of the store chimed in and added.
"The Viscount Fabien. They say they are recruiting soldiers these days, but it seems they don't have enough weapons to use. Perhaps other houses will have a hard time finding proper weapons today."
"...Does the Fabien Writers recruit enlisted men?"
Estio, who had been quietly listening, asked with a firm expression. Then, the owner of the weapon shop, recognizing his outfit, shook his head in a more friendly manner.
"Oh, this is a member of the Ignis Guild. Then, don't you know better? It was said that the lady in the house was seriously ill."
"party......?"
"You really don't know? I mean, there's been a lot of rumors these days."
The store owner tilted his head. Then he gently whispered into Estio's ear.
"It's a disease of the mind. They say that just looking at blood causes seizures and nightmares every day. A group of members of your household died a while ago, and the vacancy seems to be terrifying. Are you looking for something?"
Estio, who had the bright green eyes of a girl who was only ten years old, flashed in his mind, and was at a loss for words.
was the first client. Seeing his abilities, he wasn't afraid, nor was he coveted as a tool.
When Estio asked if she was afraid, Sarah asked confidently.
'why me?'
'Estio won't do that.'
'If you read my secret, we'll be secret friends! Yes?'
I could never forget the face of the girl who smiled and waved her hands. It was such a shocking encounter. For Estio, it was the first kind of human kindness.
The weapon shop favoring the Ignis Guild willingly changed the blade even in the middle of a busy day. Contrary to what he said that the items were sold out, he even took out a dagger the length of his forearm from the chest of drawers and brought it to him.
The appearance of the dagger given by the merchant for free was very plain. There were no common decorations, and the handle was made of cheap wood carved from wood.
Upon leaving the store, Mubin handed the dagger to Estio.
"I have it."
"?"
As Estio, who was holding the dagger, stared at him, Mubin yawned and continued.
"It looks like it, but once you use it, it'll be better than nothing, even if it's cheap."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Be careful, because there's nothing wrong with it."
The atmosphere was playful, but it made sense. It is better to have at least one dagger for self-defense than to go bare-handed. Estio didn't question it any further and kept the dagger in his arms. He also did not forget to express his gratitude for the sincerity.
"thank you."
"Take care of yourself a little more. You are too defenseless in your work."
Moobin grumbled and gave him a pint glass, but the listener's mood wasn't bad. Because she was the pinzan I always heard from black cats. Estio, who looked down at Tsuki, who meowed in sympathy, gave a small smile that was almost invisible.
