Chapter 39: 39

“Kid, is it alright?”

 

“Yes. I have never known that such a lightweight tent exists.”

 

“This is a popular newest model, lightweight and sturdy.”

 

“Newest? …This is a secondhand tent, right?”

 

“The guy who bought that tent, fell for a woman and quit being an adventurer. He soon sold this tent.”

 

“Is that so? Then I will buy this one, please.”

 

“Got it. Right, do you want to put a mark on it?

 

“A mark?”

 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a problem if other people use similar tents. You should put the mark in the place no one but you know. You can put your name or a symbol, anything’s okay.”

 

“A mark.”

 

I stared at the tent I bought.

Where is the best place to put my mark?

 

“…Should I put the mark here?”

 

“Umm, yes, please.”

 

“Well, you should decide what mark you want to put here.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

He spread out the tent for me. I planned to write ‘Sora’ on the edge of the ceiling inside, but before I knew it, I had written ‘Sky’ there.

T/N: the first ‘Sora’ is written in Katakana（ソラ） and the second ‘Sora’ is written in Kanji （空）, it means sky, heaven and so on.

 

Huh?

…Is this my previous soul’s memory?

I had a hunch that this character could be read as Sora.

 

“Oh, a symbol? If you use this then other people won’t realize.”

 

I didn’t know what it was; I thought it was a word.

But they seemed to think that it was a symbol.

…Since I couldn’t explain well, let’s just say it is a symbol.

 

“It’s gonna be hard from now on, but do your best.”

 

Uh, my heart was tingling.

I had to quickly find out what happened in Latomi Village.

The gatekeeper and his companion who were talking to a guy at the entrance of the store came back inside the store.

 

“Oh! Did you buy it?”

 

“Yes, thank you. I managed to buy a very good one.”

 

He surprised me, but thanks to this man I managed to buy a pretty good tent.

He is a good person.

 

“Hahaha, you’re welcome, no problem.”

 

“Oi, isn’t it patrol time soon?”

 

“Ah, damn. See you later, kid.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

As I bowed deeply, both of them lightly raised their hands and hurriedly left the store.

 

“They are as busy as usual, huh…. Then, 5 gidall for the tent.”

 

“Yes.”

 

I took out 5 gidall from my magic bag.

I handed the money to the old man and took the tent.

The old man brought out a small bag from the back of the store.

 

“I’ll give you this.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“It’s a small regular magic bag. Yours are the degraded version, right?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“With the degraded version, people can see inside your bag when you take out and put in money. It’s dangerous if people know how much money you have.”

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“Thank you.”

 

I took the magic bag, bowed deeply then left the store.

On my way back to the adventurers’ area, I grinned as I remembered the gatekeeper and the old man.

They were nice people, and also that guy accompanying the gatekeeper.

He went along with us without complaining.

 

I saw something familiar in a store facing the main street.

It was Latomi Village’s local specialty.

The fruit was called zaro; I heard they were highly nutritious and popular in towns.

But I was surprised to see their price.

They were 4 times more expensive than what I knew.

 

“So expensive.”

 

“Hmm? You mean zaro?”

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Someone from the store asked me as if he heard my voice.

As I hurriedly looked at the person who asked me, turned out he was an elderly man.

There was also someone who seemed to be his wife inside the store.

 

“Yes. Is this zaro from Latomi Village?”

 

“Hahaha, since zaro only grows in that region, right. …By any chance did you come from Latomi Village?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Where are your parents?”

 

“…Nah, I’m on a journey alone.”

 

Because I wanted information about Latomi Village, I tried to answer honestly.

 

“Alone!… Certainly this year is quite harsh, huh. Haa~ it is the stupid village head’s fault.”

 

“The village head?”

 

I remembered the man who told my father to kill me.

To be honest, I want to forget about it.

 

“You came here from the village without knowing anything? Ah, that’s not it. Were you expelled?”

 

“…I ran away.”

 

“Run away… has that village become such a bad place?”

 

The old man shook his head while sighing deeply.

 

“There was a fortune-teller called Louva-san, right?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“She protected the zaro in Latomi Village. This fruit’s harvest period is very tricky. If you missed the period even a little, you can’t sell them. So they asked her to predict the period, and they were able to live with that.”

 

“The village head wasn’t pleased about that!”

 

I was surprised hearing one more voice.

When I turned my eyes towards the direction of the voice, someone who was likely the old man’s wife came from inside of the store.

 

“Latomi Village can’t survive without zaro as their source of income. It’s no wonder a lot of villagers supported Louva who protected their source of income. It seemed that the stupid village head wasn’t pleased about that. When Louva was ill, he didn’t give her any medicine.”

 

“He lied to the villagers that he had given the medicine. Only his followers knew about the fact.”

 

“Because as far as the village is concerned, Louva understands what kind of fruit zaro is. If something happens to her, they surely will contact other fortune tellers. But nothing happened; the villagers thought of it as strange and only learned the fact after they questioned the village head’s followers. Furthermore, he tried to blame a kid at first. My goodness, the former village head was splendid, but the current one is hopeless. The village is ruined now.”

 

“I heard the village head expelled the villagers who opposed him.”

 

“I heard an orphan was expelled…you said you ran away, right.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why did you run away?”

 

“…Because my parents were close to the village head…that, problem was…”

 

“Your parents…it must be hard for you.”

 

“Eh! No, not really.”

 

…The village head was more problematic than what I had imagined.

In addition, my parents who followed his footsteps were…Ah, they were not my parents anymore.

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