459 - - Episode 457. I wish you would be smart.

After returning to the paradise, replenishing food and alcohol, making rounds in the paradise, and taking care of Sakura with Belle and the others, I left the paradise after watching the smiling interaction between Mel and Meraru.

Well, last time I was stopped and lectured by the gatekeeper because I wasn't wearing proper equipment, but this time I made it through the gates of the Kingdom of Beryl without incident.

I was not sure what level of equipment I should wear, but I put on the initial equipment and they let me through without any problem. Even if there is a way to detect if a person is a criminal or not, it would be nice if it is somewhat loose.

"Well, it's still time for a snack, what should we do?

I'd like to jump into the entertainment district immediately, but the words of Sylphy who said <> and was sent back home haunts my mind.

...... Let's hold off on removing the limiter until the night, and while the sun is still high in the sky, let's gather up the liquor and foodstuffs we can get in the royal capital. We got into trouble last time, so it's better to get what we want as soon as possible.

I really want to get that mead Sylphy and the others liked so much. Marie is going to collect liquor from all over the continent, but there should be some liquor that can only be bought locally, so let's look around.

It would be a nice break from shopping alone.

"Phew, I was supposed to hold off until the night ......"

Why is there a sign in front of me that says <?

I should have been doing well buying fish and liquor from the lake, but before I knew it, my feet had been sucked into the entertainment district.

And then I found myself wandering around, fascinated by the fascinating atmosphere of the stores, even though the sun was still high in the sky, and stopped in front of a store that looked familiar.

Why this store in particular?　I can't go to Beryl's Jewel because I need to do a lot of preparation, but there must be many other attractive stores besides the one I visited last time.

Do I share the justice that ?　The kind man's words, "Bine bine bine bine, brumbrum brumbrum bim bim bim," are refraining in my brain.

"......Well, it's a little early, but let's take off the limiter. If I have chosen this restaurant, albeit unconsciously, I guess my soul is seeking justice in this restaurant.

Taro's brother!

Just as I was getting ready to go, words I couldn't miss jumped into my ears.

Taro?　Taro is a Japanese name, no matter what you think, right?

Could it be that there are other Japanese people in this world besides me?　I have felt traces of otherworldly people in the past, but a Japanese man who would venture into the entertainment district while the sun was still high in the sky would be a great match for me.

Still, he could be dangerous, and I'm afraid to make contact with him out of the blue. I should ask Sylphy to find out what kind of person Taro is before making contact with him. Let's check his face first.

My brain cells, which have been heightened by my worries, instantly jump to a conclusion and I look discreetly in the direction where the voice came from.

...... hmm?　No one looks Japanese. ......?　Huh?　Let's see, there's some kind of a rickety guy I've seen before running toward me with a smile on his face. Who is it?

"Taro's brother, long time no see!　If you are in King's Landing, please say hello. My boss and Jude's brother have been waiting for Taro's brother for a long time.

A gruff man stops in front of me, smiles and speaks to me, including a familiar name.

I remember ....... This guy is Mr. Jude's brother. He must be the one who used to respect Mr. Blast as a Han or something.

Then, does Taro mean me?　My name is Yuta. ...... Oh, I think I called myself Taro under a fake name because I didn't want to play around at night under my real name.

I never forgot the name of the restaurant, but my fake name seems to have been sealed deep in my memory. I am a little embarrassed at the honesty of my brain cells.

But if Taro is me, it means that the existence of Japanese people is an illusion. It's a little disappointing, because my life now is fulfilling, but there is a part of me that would like to talk to someone from the same hometown. I wanted to have a good time talking about the cultural differences between Japan and the rest of the world.

"Well, it's been a while. How are you doing, Mr. Blast?"

Yes, sir. Well, we're still getting fresh wounds from fights and stuff, but we're all doing well.

Mr. Blast is a slumlord and his men must have a lot of fights. If he's alive and well, even if he's still wounded, it doesn't matter.

I'm glad you're okay.

Yes, sir. I'm glad."

...... Jude's prefect replied with a smile, then asked, "What's wrong?　He looks at me as if to say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

This prefect is a total jerk. He must have known that we are in the entertainment district, right?

Normally, it would be polite not to call out to them, pretending not to notice, right?

In this case, I am a benefactor of Mr. Blast and his friends, and it's been a long time since I've seen them, so I understand why they would call out to me.

But in that case, you have to leave quickly after saying hello. Or, you could ask me when I'm free, arrange to meet with my boss, and then walk away.

"Then, Taro's brother, I'll go with you. The bosses will be pleased."

So why is this prefect trying to take me with him?　That's why you can't get out of your position as a prefect.

What are you going to do?　Do I refuse to go here because I'm playing at like a man?

...... even though I'm the benefactor, I think it's a bad idea to refuse to go to see the face of the slum to play in the s*x industry.

Even if I told him that I had some other business to attend to, it would be easy for him to find out my lie if I was playing in an entertainment district that seems to have deep connections with the underworld.

Then, they would know how much you wanted to play in the s*x industry, and you would surely be embarrassed.

Jude gave me some recommendations for places to go, so I'm sure he understands my feelings, but it would be a shame for him to find out that I lied ...... and went to the entertainment district to have a good time.

"......Yes, I was planning to visit Mr. Blast and the others, shall we go with them?"

Yes, sir. I'm coming!

Accompanied by his gruff prefect, we left the entertainment district and headed for the slums. Would I have met him if I had gone shopping until sunset as planned?

I don't know why, but I think I hear a song about calves being sold.

"Huh?　Are those eels being grilled in that stall?"

As I was walking with my prefect in a gloomy mood, I smelled a familiar aroma wafting from the stall.

"Yes, sir. That's the stall selling eels that Taro's brother taught me how to process. My boss talked it over and the eels have become a slum concession and are very popular in the slums. It's not yet accepted by the regular folk, but it's secretly popular in the entertainment district.

My younger brother boasts about it. He said something like that when I taught him how to process eels, and it seems that Mr. Brust has successfully talked with the Fishermen's Guild.

I had wondered what had happened to the eels since I had not seen them in the fishmongers' shops with aquariums, but if they are spreading little by little, I guess eels will be added to the fishmongers' shops one day.

That could be a source of trouble with the fishermen's guild, but if it has become a slum interest, Mr. Blast will protect it well, won't he?

In Japan, it would be a big problem if the interest goes to the underworld, but Mr. Blast would be kind to the children, and it would be for the sake of the starving children, so it should be safe just in time.

Since Mr. Blast's heir seems to be Mr. Jude, eels will be the savior of children for a while.

After that, ...... well, it's irresponsible but what will be will be. I just wanted to eat eels, so I can't be responsible for that far into the future.　

"So, the kids in the slums are fishing just fine?"

It reminds me of the kids who caught tons of eels for me. I hope the eels are feeding them well.

Yes, sir. Well, the adults in the slums are getting involved in the eel fishery too, but since the master has designated the royal city side of Lake Beryl as the kids' territory, they're making good money too. They may be a little fatter than before.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that."

You've set up a place for the kids. It would be safer to some extent on the King's side, and if they don't run into any adults, it would benefit the children for a long time, as long as they don't get uprooted and over-harvested. Mr. Blasto seems to be a pretty good shot for a guy who seems to have a lot of brains.

"Oh, wait a minute!"

As we approach the entrance to the slum, I take out my robe and put on my hood. I'm exposing my face to Mr. Blast and the others, but there's no need to expose my face to the other slum dwellers. It makes it harder to have a night out.

I miss it. It reminds me of that war. I ignore my prefect's words and enter the slum.

Last time, I summoned Sylphy with Jude and the others, but this time I can walk around the slum without getting tangled up with them because I have the prefects with me.

The bad guys are sometimes bowing down to him, so maybe this bad prefect has a certain status. Then I wish he would have been considerate and ignored them in the entertainment district.

I stifled my dissatisfaction and walked on until I came to a familiar plaza. This must be where Mr. Blast went on his rampage.

A zombie attack on Mr. Blast and his family with Vita's cheeto-class treatment. It must have been a nightmare for them, but for me, ...... well, I guess it's a good memory.

No, ...... it won't be a good memory for me either, because I'll remember Mr. Blast on all fours with a sword stuck in his butt waiting for the cure.

As I walked through the square and approached Mr. Blast's house, the prefect said, "Wait a minute," and ran.

"Taro's brother is here!　I'll let my boss and my brother know. We will welcome you!"

The prefect shouts loudly in front of the house. In response to his voice, a crowd of men come out of the house.

That's it. ...... That prefect is not a good man.

Will I be able to play in the red light district tonight?