24-Small attack and defense of inn

After the victory over Gardner--

"Well, well, well, here's me, the first strong man to defeat Gardner!　I can't think of a guy who could strike a blow to this guy!

The crowd erupted at Gardner's mouthpiece. As I watched, I sighed.

It's a good thing that it was so easy to find a way to earn money. It's all thanks to you, right?

Whose rightful wife is that?

It's Mr. Gerald's little girl, Meir.

'I'm sorry, but the only seats available to you are either your childhood friend or your best friend.

At least for now?

'I think the wolf will be bad at the hunter for the rest of his life.

I (wolf) confront the new challenger who has stepped forward with a stick in hand, while treating my childhood friend (hunter), who can't talk less, appropriately.

'Begin!' He remembered Gardner's words while taunting him for hitting him as he said

'You beat me, wow, boyfriend!

No, no, no, that's not my boyfriend...

I see a lot of promise in you!　Why don't you do this for me and just do it for me?

Gardner approached me to see if I could take on the challenger for him. Although I tried to decline that at first.

'Sounds interesting!　Let's do it, Gerald. I'm sure Gerald will make a lot of money!

I was forced to do it halfway through because of Meir's words, "I'm going to do it.

........This childhood friend of mine has a tendency to think that I can do anything. Well, it's true that I've been making quite a bit of money since a while ago, so I can't complain about it, though.

"Zero!

While I'm thinking about this, the current challenger's time is over. From my point of view, where I can tell where the attack will come and how it will move next just by focusing my magic power on my eyes for a bit and 'seeing' the magic flowing through my opponent's body, this stuff is a piece of cake.

The challenger breathed on his shoulder, "To this little shit! He swears and hands me the money. Aside from the kid, shit is superfluous, old man.

Now it's three rezos and twenty-eight reais. I've heard from Gardner that an ordinary innkeeper costs 15 reais for breakfast and dinner included, so it seems we won't have any trouble finding a place to stay tonight for the time being.

The adventurer registration fee is also one reais per person, two reais for me and my partner, so if we stay at a slightly cheaper inn, we'll have at least one reais left over for tomorrow.

A simple calculation in my head showed that we'd be able to get by today and tomorrow.

We decided to cut it short for now and Meir and I decided to look for an inn for tonight.

Then, Mr. Gardner. We're going to look for a place to stay tonight, so that's about it.

Oh, good luck with that, boyfriend. You can always call me if you need something.

So my boyfriend isn't...

No, really, it was nice to get to know someone who seemed like a nice guy. I wish you wouldn't make that mistake.

"Mr. Gardner, I'm so happy for you!

'Yeah, see you later, girlfriend. Be patient with your boyfriend, even if he's a bit of a bore.

I know, I know. I get it, too!

By the way, rather than correcting Mr. Gardner's misunderstanding, Meir was actively trying to make it a pre-existing fact. Don't do it.........

--

With the money you earn, you get into a cheap inn called Ten Lace for a night.

There is only one room that we took. Meals were not included, but I was grateful to be able to stay cheaply as I didn't have a lot on hand at the moment.

When I opened the door and entered the room, it was dimly lit inside, and I could not say that it was flatteringly clean. The moonlight streaming in through the window by the wall revealed cracked plaster walls, sooty carpets and discolored bed sheets.

The air is somehow gloomy, as if the house is not well ventilated. The air was gloomy and gloomy, and there was a small candle on a wall sconce that seemed to be only a fingernail's length away from being lit.

Meir enters such a room with a quick look.

She stretches her laden chest, one hand on her hip, the other arm stretched out with her fingertips pointed toward the ceiling.

Its confident demeanor is somehow so dignified that it looks like a painting, but

Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

What was spun out of that mouth was the end of the world's stupid magic language.

It's not a good idea.　Um, tee-tee?　What's going on?　Tee-woo, tee-woo, tee-un tee-un!

"....lights on.

A light flashed near the ceiling. The dimly lit room instantly became brighter.

Under the twinkling light, Myl puffs out her cheeks, "Mmm," she said. He turned his accusatory eyes to me.

'What?'

We took it.

What?

I was going to get the light. Gerald took it from me!

Myl bit his teeth in frustration as he called out that, and stepped on the ground. He didn't really like the fact that I used magic to light up the room.

'I thought I could get it right today!　Why, why, why, why?!

That's because you can't pronounce the magic language properly.

I did say 'twelve'!

No, that's why I didn't tell you.

After the people in the village knew I was a sorcerer, there were, well, a fair amount of people who asked me to teach them the magic language. These were mainly children my age, but no matter how hard I tried to teach them, not many people were able to master it properly.

It seems that the pronunciation is quite complicated for people in this world, and their mouths and tongues don't seem to get it right, no matter how hard I teach them. In particular, it seems to be difficult to pronounce "um", "uh" (plosive) and "a" (long vowel), and words with "uh" added to them, such as "light", tend to be difficult to pronounce properly.

Rarely, I have accidental successes, but the successes are short-lived. Of all the children in the village, Sierra was the only one who was able to pronounce the magical language properly.

Perhaps it was a good thing that she had been hearing the magical language from as young as two years old. Also, besides Sierra, my mom was able to pronounce simple everyday words fairly accurately, but my dad was not good at all. I guess there is an affinity or an aptitude for it.

I guess it's similar to the way Japanese people can't distinguish between L, R, S and TH in English.

It's not fair. It's not fair that only Gerald can use magic!

Don't be a coward.

I was unintentionally taken aback by Meir's mannerisms. Well, I'm sure it's a cheat since the magic language over here was my native language in my previous life.

It's time to get to sleep for tomorrow, don't be silly. I'm sleepy. I've been beaten up by someone else for a while now.

To the wolf's wife?

That wolf is probably unmarried. "Ventilation.

As you utter the spell while releasing the window, you can see an air flow in the room, filling the room with fresh air.

But the night air is cold and probably hurts my body. I chanted 'heating' to warm up the room, and at the same time, I pointed my hand towards the cracked plaster and said 'seal the cracks' to keep out the drafts.

It didn't take long for the room to regain a comfortable temperature, and the cracks in the plaster were quickly closed up.

'I'll take care of this one!　Ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Do you want to call it "cleaning"?　Myil turns his hand to the stain on the sheets and grunts something, but he's not able to utter the spell at all.

Sighing, I point my hand at the sheets for Meir and chant 'stain removal'. Then, in an instant, the mysterious stain that was left on the sheets disappeared.

You're looking good.

Ugh!

Meir growled like a dog threatening me. He still looked so frustrated.

'What's the difference between me and Gerald!　Gender!

It's pronounced.

Aside from the misguided meel, I look at the carpet as well. Since there's only one bed, one of us will be sleeping on the carpet. This one should be cleaned up too.

"'Carpet s dirty, gather here,'

I opened the door of my room and pointed to the wall of the corridor. I found a fist-sized pile of soot, dust, and fine dust.

I borrowed a garbage bag from the innkeeper and put the garbage I had collected into it. I patted the carpet with my hand to try it out, but there was no dust rising.

I'm sure I'll be able to sleep comfortably on the carpet.

As I'm getting the room in order like that, Myl gives me a frustrated, but somewhat respectful look.

'What's wrong?'

When he called out to her, Myl sighed later.

'Gerald is kind of awesome,'

As he said it, Meir sat down on the bed and flapped his legs.

'Really?'

Yeah. You can make money at a moment's notice. You could even use magic. It's just that I don't feel as confident.

What a load of crap.

'I'm not exaggerating at all!　See, when I look at Gerald, I can't help but wonder what's in store for me, you know?　I'm jealous, I'm envious, but when I feel like this guy likes me, I have a delicate feeling again.

Well, that's understandable, I guess.

When I see people who have talents that I don't have, I sometimes feel jealous of them, too. People who have something that they don't have can become an object of admiration and envy.

However, there's no end to that kind of thing. It's more constructive to accept yourself and think about what you can do (...................) than to overthink it and get stuck.

I happened to be able to speak Japanese. I could use the magic language. That's why I was able to become a magician. That's really all there is to it, and Meir also has Meir's virtues - what he possesses (.........).

'From my point of view, I think Myl is great too.

Really?

Yeah. You're not afraid of things, are you? You can act before you can think. Just like this afternoon. That's why you're earning money and paying your adventurer's fee, isn't it? ........I was a bit surprised at that exorbitant price, though.

If it hadn't been for Myl taking an interest in the betting game that Mr. Gardner was playing and suggesting that we watch it, we might still be at a loss.

In this way, I'm also being helped by Myl, for sure. In the end, whether or not you can use magic or not, it doesn't change the fact that you can't live on your own.

'Anyway. It's not just the fact that we are not alone in this, we can compensate for each other's inability to do so. It's a good thing that you can rely on me to do something that I can't do, because I'm happy that you can rely on me to do it for you.

I think we all have a snarky shape. It's because there's a part of us that's missing, but that's why we're made to fill in the missing parts and pieces.

It's like we can't exist alone. It's made to not endure in solitude. At least that's what I think.

Myil's cheeks loosen up a bit in relief at the slightly ... or rather stinky line I told him.

But it quickly turns into a happy smile, but then it almost distorts into a frustrated, almost regretful, thoughtful and mysterious expression along the way, and then finally settles down to the usual, mischievous smile that a naughty boy would have.

'What can I say, Gerald is really Gerald, isn't he?

Meir nods, somewhat convinced, and I quirk my lips at him, "What do you mean?

Then Myl says.

I mean, you're just like your uncle, you know?

He laughs out loud.

I think we have a lot in common. That's what I thought.

You're not making any sense sometimes.

I don't know what's so funny.

Myil's reaction was somehow different from what I expected, but her mood was back to her usual cheerful one, so I'll let it be okay.

I'm convinced of that.

'Hey, by the way, Gerald,'

What?

What Gerald said just now made me happy. It was like my heart was softened. I was relieved when I thought that I had Gerald in my life.

Well that's good. Well then, that's good to hear.

I'm pretty sure Gerald has me, too, right?

Well, I guess that's what it comes down to.

If that's the case... what Gerald said to me is like the vows a couple makes when they get married!

What?

How can that be!

Ignoring me, who can't hide my astonishment, Meir speaks passionately.

You said it, because you said it. I'm not alone in this, and we should be able to help each other. That includes filling in the void in me with Gerald's projections, right?　Then hurry up and do some good, I want you to fill in my missing pieces with Gerald's stuff. It's a good thing we're alone now!

What a super theoretical development that is.

Even if it's s*xual harassment of an old man, it's still modest.

But.........it's a proof that he returned to "the usual Mill," as he intended.

That's why I return the 'usual words' to Meir.

I've been told to talk in my sleep. In fact, get ready for tomorrow and go to sleep quickly.

If I can't feel Gerard's body heat, I won't be able to sleep... Specifically, I need to feel skin-to-skin contact, or have our limbs intertwined and engage in some intense physical activity where our mucous membranes communicate our love through mucous membrane to mucous membrane contact, and then I'll be exhausted, exhausted, and full.

'I'm going to pretend you didn't hear that hollow statement, so don't attack me in my sleep. Are you sure about that?

The more people in this world are told what not to do, the more they are tempted to do the opposite.

As she says this, Meir gets up from the bed and closes in on me, wagging her fingers at me.

'It's okay, don't worry. It's the first time I've ever done this, but my mom says that it's over before you can count the stains on the ceiling.

What kind of a nurturing environment is this in your house?

'Isn't it normal for your mother to teach you 'those things' when you're the right age?

You're right.

It's not that I feel bad as a man, but I think it's because girls are modest and shameful that their lewd side is reflected in their character, and that's why I'm not intrigued by these words and deeds of Myl.

However, the fact that the state of Myl's condition makes me think that he is going to be crawling in the night in earnest. To be honest, I'd like to rest tonight for tomorrow.

It can't be helped, right?

"'Sleep well in the morning.

'Anihilation!　Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

When the magic of "sleep" was cast on Meill, she must have been attacked by an irresistible sleeper. Her body goes limp and slumps forward.

I put my arm around her waist to support her.

Hey.

Holding her in a side hug, I lay Meir's body, which had already fallen into a deep sleep, on the bed.

I stroked his bangs and adjusted them, then pulled the covers over him. I'm a man and the floor will suffice.

But still. The sleeping face of Myl who is sleeping like this is really cute and age appropriate. Even the usual s*xual harassment remarks can't be imagined by looking at this face.

I felt smiling, and as I was about to leave the bed

Mmm, yeah.

Meiru speaks in her sleep and squeezes my cuff with her fingertips. ''Nhehe....'' a happy smile flashed across her mouth, she must be having a pleasant dream.

'Goodnight, Meir. 'Lights out.'

She turns off the light and lies down on the floor.

Just before the room went dark, Meir's sleeping face looked as secure as a baby in his mother's arms.