84 • Accommodation town, again (below)

So when he was dropped off at the top of his father's Buddha and after Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, the yang was still high and the street was full of people.

"Shopping, what are they buying?

"Yeah, I want an iron pot. They should have sold it to the outdoor area."

"Is it an iron pot? Is it a big one?

"Well, I don't know if I'm pumped. That's about it."

I have a diameter of 60 centimetres, a depth of 30 centimetres, a shape that breaks the true circle in two, and I try to paint it in the void.

"That sounds pretty heavy. Well, can I show you to Tara's first? It's at the end of the open shop area."

"Oh, yeah, uh, i-fa, can I still?

There was no special look on Ey-Fa's face that responded "Do as you please".

However, I feel a lot tired.

I was a little worried, so I said to Ai-Fa, "How'd it go?" I asked.

"This doesn't change my impression. I don't think that guy's trying to fool us, but I can't get the impression that somehow - he's a dude who doesn't know what to do."

"I see," I'm convinced.

Sure, I don't feel like Camua-Josh is fooling me either.

I guess that man really has strong thoughts about the people by the woods.

On the contrary, is it the discomfort that arises because its thoughtfulness is too strong, this?

(Besides, the problem isn't just with that old man, is it?)

I haunt my head as I walk down the stone streets guided by the late boy.

(Is there really a business in this town called being a Giva meat restaurant?

I just stepped out once, my gaze to concentrate on Ai-Fa.

Although it is true that not all of them clearly reveal negative emotions. The fact that the people by the woods are heretics of the town is no different.

At first, Camua said it was easy to target travelers who were not Genos locals. Is it really that simple?

If you just fail in business, only copper coins will be lost.

But if our reckless behavior makes it possible to create further ditches between Moribe and Inn Town, it would be difficult.

We should also test the possibility that Camus himself sees reality incorrectly, even if he is not going to fool us.

(I'd love to hear from the neutral people in this lodging town, if possible.)

While I was worried about that, when did I ever arrive in the outdoor area?

A familiar old man rubs a meat bun on the children in a stall.

Indeed, it seems that the time that has just passed this Jomtien is a moment to fill your belly with snacks. Consciously observing, snack stalls dotted everywhere were crowded everywhere.

Some young people scratch brown meat and green vegetables with white dough while walking.

Some men cook like birds' feet at the edge of the road and tease them with liquor.

Don't make any noise, I thought I'd peek over there and there's a space like an outdoor dining room with a roof in a pretty big space. The people sitting in the round-the-chair chair placed on the ground were rubbing the pot in a wooden vessel as they bickered.

"... what are you moving around a little, you?

"Mmm. Sort of. Market research."

I still don't know how this story will fall.

But if we want to roll the story into a good position at our will, we should gather as much information as possible.

Besides - I'm probably the only one by the woods who can imitate that.

(Even Camua wouldn't have twisted what a fantastic idea it would have been to open a shop in Inn Town if there weren't someone like me by the woods)

If the women of the Lou family, for example, would be able to create the same level of dishes as the salted meat they had just received, just with a little training.

But I don't think I can "merchant" the people by the woods.

Exchange fangs and horns for copper coins, and exchange them for food again. Formally, it's a fine business, too. I don't think anyone in the forest recognizes that as a business.

And the act of selling the hunting harvest to a specialist and dealing with an unspecified number of customers is fundamentally different.

(If my presence helps even in such a place, I'll use as much power as I can)

If Ai-Fa or Gazran-Rutim seem to be on the right path, I can act without hesitation.

So I figured I should see a sight that's hard for them to see, hear a sound that's hard for them to hear, and tell them exactly that, so that they don't make a wrong decision.

"Ah, it's that store. Good. Looks like Tara's here too."

Late, to the boy's voice like that, "Yeah?" I looked up, and the outdoor area was bad at the end of the day.

Beyond that, the streets stuck in the bushes stretch, and on the left hand side, the stone walls of the castle town of Genos rise.

But last time, I stretched my legs around here, and I thought, "Ah! I heard the girl's voice coming from the left hand side.

"Asta, stay! Late, you really brought me here!

It's Tara.

He's still wearing orange clothes like a cylindrical piece today, and he's waving at us from under a certain dew-store roof.

Some dewstore.

It is a truly simple vegetable-sales outdoor shop where vegetables are arranged on a large cloth laid on the ground and a roof of an unreliable frame is set up.

And it was also the store where me and I-Fa bought Aria and Poitan a few days ago.

Instead of the girl, a big, slightly belly-up father is waiting for us with a tight smile on his face.

I turned to Ai-Fa and then proceeded to walk with the Late Boy.

"Asta, come on, hiccup! Thank you very much then!

"No, I didn't do enough to thank you. After that, you could have helped me."

"Yeah! If you hadn't stayed, Tara would have been trampled with a meat bun! So, thanks!

Tara is an energetic girl about eight years old with burnt brown hair up to her shoulders and her eyes in the same color shining brightly.

So, too, my father, who refrained next to it, did deflect a shade of jawbeard that was very similar to Tara's, and both of them have yellow-brown skin.

I hadn't even stopped worrying about such similarities because it was a popular coloring in Inn Town.

Or because the people of the Lou family and others had brilliantly fragmented hair and eye colors, I didn't care because I wondered how far such colors would be inherited in this world, or so on.

Whatever it is, it is a double reunion.

My father stood up and when he took away the white cloth that was wrapped around his head, he lowered the head of a shadow with a little gray hair to me and I-Fa.

"Oh, oh, you know, the other day, she helped our Tara... ho, thank you so much. Duh, duh, I really wanted to say thank you, so, uh, you got me to this place..."

Fuzzy face, cold sweat and firmness.

But - so scared of the people by the woods, you wanted to thank me.

"No. We almost got pulled by the guards, too, but there were times when Tara testified to me, and I didn't have to be guilty. Thank you very much for your daughter."

"Yes, yes, no, by a hell of a thing..."

It's a lot bigger than the father in the inn earlier, and he looks like he's going to be so lavish on his face.

It was about making Aria herself, so I guess it's a half-business, half-farmer life.

It's these raw locals who are probably the ones who are most afraid of the people by the woods - but it's not sneaky to let your daughter look like this forever.

Tara has also been strangely neat since just now.

"... your daughter was about to meet a dangerous eye..."

and suddenly Ai-Fa opened her mouth.

"Hip!" said his father, grabbing Tara's shoulder and lagging back.

Tara, too, stares a little anxiously at Ai-Fa.

"... it's also because I couldn't tell and slapped a drunk. I knew I had a girlfriend at my feet, but I thought I should control the man who pulled the knife out as soon as possible, and I hit him. If this Asta hadn't rushed, she could have been a man's underling and injured"

And Ai-Fa, quietly bowed his head.

"My thoughts were not enough. Let me apologize."

"Yes, yes, no, the..."

"Father. You don't have to be so vigilant, these people aren't such crude people. I just got a dirty word from a drunk, because I was the one who got the blood up my head first."

And the boy with the smiley face told him to take it for granted.

I put blood on my head - like, I didn't think so.

"And maybe someone named Asta here will open an outdoor store near here. When that happens, you're a neighbor, so I think you should get rid of the obsession within the moment."

"What! Asta, you're leaving the store!?

"No, I haven't decided yet... if I were to let it out, would it be around here?

"Yes. That street over there is another drink. We're new here, so we're going to start at the north end."

"Yeah. Is your father a newcomer, too?

"Huh? Yes, no, I've been sitting here for 20 years now! To get to the busy center, I have to give the partitioners my attention, so I'm just pulling in pretty hard. Come on."

I had my eyes black and white a lot, but still my father looked like he was trying to be diligent too.

After all, I guess the roots aren't such bad people.

"I don't know if I'm really going to leave the store yet, but if you decide, thank you. At that time, we will buy ingredients here."

"Hey, what store are you opening?

Really? Maybe this is a valuable opportunity to get opinions from the inhabitants of Genos unrelated to Camus.

Actually, even that chance, maybe it's Camus' meal - or thinking about it, would it be too bad for people?

Well, anyway, market research.

"Actually. They think they're going to go out and sell a dish of Giva meat.... What do you think?

My father, he rounded his eyes.

"Oh, that stuff... you wouldn't sell it, would you?

Hmm.

You look rather surprised or frightened, but I can't feel disgust or anything.

You don't hit an act like "I'll serve a Tarantula restaurant" in the middle of the mall.

"Aren't the people around you creepy? Don't sell that stuff near your own store! Don't you think?

"Beh, that's not what we decide.... just..."

"Just?"

"Ku, the smell is, I'm in trouble"

"It doesn't smell special. The smell must mean the flavor you can actually feel when you eat it. Still, properly cooked giva meat doesn't stink."

"Gibba is a bad animal that roughs up the field, right? Is that delicious?

Tara seemed kind of intrigued.

The theory that it is human convenience to feel "bad" and that Giva herself is not guilty… etc., would be useless at this time.

"I don't know. It tastes unscrupulous to me. This is all personal. I'm sure he's strong, so he might hate those who don't like him."

"Yeah. Wow. I'd love to try Tara."

"Then, fool, you......" my father can swim his eyes again.

"Excuse me. Not now, but you didn't introduce yourself. I'm a guy named Asta who takes care of me at Fa's house in a settlement by the woods, and this is Fa's house parent, Ai-Fa. If you'd like, could you tell me your father's name, too?

"... oh, I'm Dora"

Dora to Tara? It seems easy to remember. It doesn't seem like it, but it felt like it was a good name for the look.

"Dora's father. We're still wondering if we're going to leave the store. I also have trouble selling at all and going into a huge deficit, and most importantly, I can't apologize if I mess up the boarding town with that. So if it's a good idea, could you give me your father's honest opinion? I have trouble being served such a store, or no one is supposed to eat such a dish. I'd like to use that opinion to decide whether or not to open a store."

"Mi, I don't have a problem with them leaving the store. If you don't smell funny or something, that's fine.... Oh, and then... about to get in trouble..."

The end of the story disappears to you.

But he's answering me right.

I'm sure you usually have an open-minded, lavish personality. Even with all the rage when I told him "Aria is rotten," I can guess that.

"Is it a shame? If I leave the store, are there people in town who follow the tricks or something?

"Also... to the people by the woods, I can't believe the obsession..."

Come on.

"Really? In fact, I just got caught up in a cabin earlier, so I'm a little worried about you, too."

"Oh, really? I can't think of anything."

My father only sees feelings of fear.

From the guys just now, I could only find feelings of contempt.

Do you mean that people feel differently even in the same environment?

And - Tara says she wants to try it.

I've been watching a flicker about Ai-Fa since just now, and it feels like I'm exploring what this scary sister really is like.

"So what about cooking? I don't even want to eat Giva meat when I'm dead, do you think?

"Or I don't think you want to eat until you give me the money. Anyway, they say Giva's meat stinks and is stiff. I don't want to go out of my way to make sure of that."

"If it's free, can you eat it?

"Well, if you really want to..."

"Don't you think it's disgusting, dirty, or something?

"Beh, I don't suppose Gibba's like Mundt or Geez to smear rot meat? Gibba is a hateful animal after our fields. That's all."

And your father looked at Ai-Fa as he had decided to.

"Oh, I'm so grateful and respectful to you guys for putting your body up and exorcising Gibba. But you... ah, you... ate the vicious Gibba and got the vicious power. A lot of old people think that way, and..."

In his father's eyes, there was a different color of emotion than fear.

Could this be - an anger emotion?

"… and, in fact, imitating outrageous"

Ai-fa, quietly look at your father.

His father's yellowbrown face was starting to shudder with blood.

"of, robbing crops, attacking travelers, retracing the town's daughter... I guess not all the forest dwellers, but it's also true that there are such people. In fact, is that the kind of guy you beat up on the side of the road? As long as there are those people..."

I don't know who you are.

Maybe I was going to go on with those words, but later I was speechless.

I = fa, slowly shake his neck to the side.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of about me.... That's all I can say"

Deny, don't you?

Take the crops, attack the travellers, find out where the town's daughter is.

"Are they doing that much?"

I was already getting distracted through getting angry.

How could the same people by the woods have created so many disparities?

How could "those guys" have fallen so far when there were even people like Ai-Fa and Gazran-Rutim?

I really, seriously, don't understand it from the bottom of my heart.

"Whether it's people in town or people by the woods, there's a lot of people out there."

I looked back in dismay at the boy's voice.

With flax hair and pale brown eyes, the boy Late - even this period - was still smiling.

I recognise that this boy is that Camua-Josh apprentice after all.

"Well, it's time for me to go back to Camus, what are you two going to do?

"Oh, I'm going home. I don't want to disturb business any more.... Thank you very much, Dora's father"

"No..."

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I = fa to Asta. I'm so excited about Giva's cooking too, so I look forward to hearing from you!

- Ultimately, my heart was just disturbed by a thousand things.