163 ① Visitors from the south

He came to our shop the day after the harvest feast was held in the settlement of Luu, on the 28th of the Blue Moon.

For me, it means the 31st day of street commerce in the Inn Town, or the first day of the fourth period to be remembered.

Issue 1 - The first ten days of commerce were already days of trial and error and covert exploration anyway. It would also be obvious how surprising it was that the first day had come with only ten meals of 'Gibba Burger'.

In its first ten days, the stalls were expanded in two, and it was possible to undertake wholesale work at the Grand Tree Pavilion in the South.

On the last day, we were able to sell out a total of 170 meals.

Although nearly 80% of its purchasing base was a people of the south and east, I still think it was too much of a result.

However, the second period and others were a series of further turbulence.

Along the way, the Sung family's parents' meeting was scuffed, and then there was the noise of Zazz-Sung and Tae-Sung, who originated it - the suspicion of the castle people, the discord with the people of the town and the tremendous labor to be borne in other parts of the business, which eventually developed into a blade wound shack.

In the meantime, perhaps the third term, which began roughly, became more peaceful than expected.

The positive side changes have also been significant, as have the relationship with the people of the west, who have been destabilized and rocked by the positive side changes, such as the decision to obtain totototos from the first place, or to wholesale the dishes at the Great Tree Pavilion in the South followed by the Xuanrong Pavilion.

The sales of the store have returned to the same extent as before the noise, and there is nothing like being able to throw stones at the people of the west. I see it as a more desirable change, although I have come to raise the glance of extremely harsh skepticism, which is also different from fear and contempt. It seemed to me that it was the first step in mutual understanding that made me want to know what kind of people were by the woods.

That's how I welcomed you, the first day of the fourth period to remember.

He showed up before us.

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"Heh! Gibba's stall? Hey, hey, is this really Giva's meat dish?

The way we met, it wasn't even that special.

As the first person to know about the existence of this stall, I think it was a standard reaction first.

So I didn't feel suspicious about it, and I said, "Yes, I am."

Still saying, "Oh? I thought," Because the person's style was just a little unexpected.

Stick around, I wasn't dressed funny. Sleeveless torso, cylindrical footwear, and a shorter skinned cape with a hood were common plain clothes for the people of the south.

The appearance is that the hair cut short is dark and still brown, the eyes are bright green and the skin is slightly reddish white, it was only a little uncommon for hair color not uniform like a dog or cat, but it still feels very common as a people in the south.

So what was surprising to me was first of all at that age.

Actual age, of course, I don't know. It just can't be older than me. I think I'm 15 or 6 at the most.

Even if it is not as good as Sims, the kingdom of the east, Jagal, the kingdom of the south, is by no means an easy country to come and go. From what I've heard, it's roughly a half-month itinerary, even from this Genos to Nerwia, the northernmost town of Jagal - the home of Baran's old man.

So, the farther the distance, the more dangerous the journey will be.

Journeys in this world, such as wild beast and bandit raids and natural disasters, are more or less life-threatening acts.

Therefore, there are few opportunities to see very young exotics, not only women, children and the elderly, but also in this residential town of Genos, which is a crucible of race.

Well, the Sims and others have a hard look at age discernment, and I never saw a young man my age or so among the Jagals, but they are quite small in absolute numbers nonetheless.

And yet - this boy, he was a lot younger.

On top of his youth, he had a strangely luxurious physique.

That was the second point that caught my interest.

(From what I've seen, I think it's less than 160cm. Well, not that I'm too small for the people of the south...)

However, even small but disappointing in stature is the standard of the people of the South. Contrary to the Sims, who have a lot of long skinny body shape, the image of the Jagals I hold is that they are tall, hands and feet are short, and instead they are bone thick and meaty.

Moreover, even young people my age have really stunning brown mustaches, so visually, it's like a dwarf in a movie, game, etc.

But this boy did not have a mustache, nor did he have a physique of bone.

Well, growing a mustache wouldn't have suited you at all. Although he has a slightly larger eye for the southern folk, the nostrils and cheek lines are delicate like girls, and his face itself is a lot cuter. Even in forestside settlements, the guide and the young people may have a neutral appearance, but the nose and nose are more prominent than that, and when they get older, they will grow into beautiful young people who bother the lady.

So, my physique feels like it deserves its appearance, and I'm extremely idle.

Especially with its obnoxious white arms and belted hips, it was so luxurious that it was no less so than the girls of its generation.

(It's unusual for a boy to look so cute, regardless of where he was born)

With that in mind, the boy approached the stall in a careless foothold and took a serious peek at the meat of the 'Myrmu Grill', which was kept warm on the iron plate.

"Hmm, Giva's meat. I'm surprised there are people who eat that stuff! I bet you had a reputation for not being stinky, hard and very eaten giva meat?

This is also, well, the usual word for a people in the west or south.

But the voice was key high again, like a girl, and the voice was thin. He would definitely mistake me for a girl if I let him wear a skirt because he also has a cute face if I did.

But now, it's more business than that.

The other Lara-Lew was so well-behaved and silent that I lovingly responded, "That's not true either."

"That must be someone's assessment of eating Giva meat that hasn't been processed correctly. I don't think properly cooked giva meat tastes any better than kimus and carons, do you?

"That's not true! Look, Larvis, they're cooking Giva meat! It's amazing, I don't feel like a human eating something like this!

I'll follow the boy's gaze.

Behind the boy's nagging, a young man in a similar outfit stood secluded.

This one was a young man who looked sturdy like a people of the south, but also quite tall. More than half the head is bigger than the boy, so it's sort of around 175 centimeters or something.

Brown hair, brown eyes. The skin is still white and about twenty years old. With a deep carved face, the mandible and so on is disappointing and has a truly jagal folk-like and harsh appearance.

Except - neither is this young man wearing a mustache.

After all, they don't have a custom of stretching their mustaches on all Jagal men.

"Hey, Larvis, why don't you try something like this giva meat dish? You're going to have a great conversation with the folks back home!

The boy said that better with a smile that looked like a prank kid.

The young man, called Larvis, looks back at that smile on the top of the Buddha.

"Is that an order, Dear Dear Deal? Then there's no point in defying me."

It was wild, low voice.

He's a less expressive type for the people of the south, but his emotions of perplexity and disgust are creeping him out.

(... hmmm Dear Dear Deal,?)

Listening to such a name in this lodging town was a truly rare occurrence.

Speaking of which, if you look closely, what they are wearing also looks plain clothes but somehow luxurious. Even though the design itself is commonplace, the embroidery on the collar and cuffs, the colour of the beautifully dyed fabric, and the brilliance of the dagger's sheath for protection seem to reveal a subtle level of quality.

(Noble - not as tall as it sounds, but you look more like a stone castle than a boarding town)

Either way, the larvish young man's response didn't go along with his intentions, or the boy called Dial frowned in dissatisfaction and said, "The Tsumanee one!," he discarded.

He may be born wealthy, but he is a boy who has nothing to do with elegance or courtesy.

"But really, Giva's meat is delicious, isn't it? Even the people of the south are very good at it. Why don't you try it if you like?

That being said, when I tried to take up a wooden plate for tasting that had barely appeared recently, they laughed, "Stop joking."

"You think I eat like that? More or less, you don't have anything to do with inn town food other than cheap, do you? I can't believe it's Giva's meat at the end of the day, I don't feel like eating it when I get a copper coin!

"Really? That's unfortunate."

They're not lodgers in the lodging town, after all, whether they fall to talk or what. Whether you've wandered off on the journey or you're about to head to Castle Town, it seems to be revealed to people like me who are not related to ordinary people anyway.

Then I'll have to ask them to pick it up, but somehow they didn't try to walk away.

"Hey, you're a western citizen, right? Why are the people of the west doing business with the people of the woods? Didn't the people of the west hate the people of the woods more than the people of the south?

With his thin arms on his thin hips and a few arrogant eyes, Boy Deal stares me in the face.

Glittering, green eyes as beautiful as jade.

"... is that such a strange story? Even the people of the woods are part of the people of the west who gave their souls to the Western god Selva in the first place?

"Oh no, you're Jianmae! They don't have the intelligence to worship God anyway, do they? Just answer my question."

He is a boy who is nothing more than a wretch.

But it seems that he is not a forest folk who moves with any curse at all, and Lara-Lew looks strange with that face pointed at him.

As far as I'm concerned, my inner aversion seems to be kept under my chest.

"I don't care why you say it. Sure, I wasn't born by the woods, but I was recognized as a family and I live by the woods. That's how I'm supposed to start doing business as I live."

"Hmm, it's weird! Besides, why don't you stop talking that hard? You're older than me, aren't you?

This question again, or I take a deep breath.

"Age is irrelevant at this time. We can't be rude to our customers."

"You're not a guest. Don't worry, there's no way I'm going to buy Giva meat!

That's what I said, and the boy laughed at the pieces that seemed fun.

You'd look like a really cute smile if you shut your ear off, but while my stress builds up.

Then - there was a group of people walking from the northern direction at a time as if they had come to heal it.

It is the face of the Silver Pot led by Schmiral.

"Welcome! I've been expecting you, Schmiral."

"... Me, have you been waiting?

The young man of the people of the east, who removed his hood and revealed his silver hair, leaned his neck only slightly.

I entrust Lara-Lew with the production of "Myrmu Grill" and move the giant bag I have left at my feet to the side of the stall.

"It's the promised dried meat. I'm sorry it's too late."

It was forty kilograms of dried meat, which had been requested by Schmiral.

I would have handed it over a little earlier if I had. In fact, the dried meat that I had asked the Sudra family to make was not very good - or because the proportion of vanilla used in the Sudra family was much different from that of other families, and the less favorable flavor had become stronger, I had to make it back quickly.

The taste of dried meat can sometimes vary from house to house. I couldn't realise that was obvious, this is a mistake on my part. So it took Lii-Sudra, who was about to cry too much of a fear, to make herbal proportions handy and manage to cling to completion.

Check the contents of the huge bag, and Schmiral narrows his eyes happily.

"Thank you. Copper coins, I'll pay."

The price is, at least, sixty pieces of white copper.

As a merchant's promise, when I was counting that number in front of Schmiral, Deal, a boy who had not yet disappeared, gave an uninteresting voice, "Heh."

"You're a lot of feathery Sims. You look like you walked in from the north, but maybe you're in business in Castle Town?

Schmiral looks back at you with all due respect.

"Yes, it's me, Silver Pot, Schmiral-Dj-Sadumtino"

"You don't have to name it. I'm not going to call myself Sims."

And the boy got his tongue out in a really hateful way.

Exactly, I'm going to be more cocky about this.

"Um, this is a customer of my shop, but also an important friend. Would you stop talking rudely?

"What are you, a Sim with some kind of shoulder? I wonder if it's the Sims who would be happy to eat Gibba's stinky meat."

I didn't think so, I tried to pack it in there.

It is shmillarly pressed and retained softly.

That's how Schmiral looked back quietly at the boy, who was defiantly burning green eyes.

"Fight, let's not. It is forbidden to dispute among the people of the south, the people of the east, the kingdom of the west."

"Hmm! Then why don't you guys sneak up on the eastern territory?" Jagal has a longer relationship with the West Kingdom! When you guys make a big face, we can't help but be angry!

Initially, when I started doing business in the Inn Town, there was little sinister air flowing between the Aldas and this "pot of silver". That settled into a peaceful relationship because, for one thing, an implicit rule arose to keep me out of the way of my business.

So I'm sure it's never a rare sight for Sim and the people of Jagal to argue like this that it's a hostile country.

That's understandable with my head - after all, it's not pleasant to watch. Even more so if it is Schmiral who is unilaterally slandered.

"... excuse me. We're leaving."

That said, Schmiral's been bowing his head smaller than mine.

I panic and try to keep my head down deeper than that.

"There's no need for Schmiral to apologize at all.... he's not a customer, and he seems to speak too badly."

The second half, of course, is whispering.

With such a glimpse of us, the boy is stomping his feet short.

"It's okay. Thank you, dried meat."

Schmiral entrusted a sack of dried meat to his compatriots, and he received a 'Myrmu Grill' from Lara-Lu to try to return the blemishes.

The movement stops feeling a little unnatural.

"Asta...... Vina-Lu, are you absent?

"Oh yeah! I forgot the important story!... Actually, Vina-Lou has hurt his leg muscles in the middle of his work at home and he can't go down to town. In a couple of days, he'll be able to walk, I'm talking about..."

Whatever, it seems that the ladies of the division, who were dismantling the feast yesterday as soon as it was impromptu, dropped a large stone at the foot of Rimi-Lou.

Vina-Lou, who was in its place, held Rimi-Lou in agile motion. but he tells me that the momentum is too good to fall and screw up his ankle like that.

So, I'm late in introducing you, but standing on the 'Giba Burger' stall on behalf of that Vina-Lou is the pinch-hitter Raina-Lou.

Schmiral came back to the stall and looked at the iron plate.

"... Vina-Lou, are you scratched, heavy?

"No, he says there's nothing abnormal about the bones. Still seems to be in enough condition to manage to walk on walls. So I guess - even if it's late, I'll be able to get back to work in about three days..."

But today is the 28th of the Blue Moon.

Speaking of three days later, the 31st of the Blue Moon - the last day of commerce in Genos for the Schmirals.

They're already planning to travel to another town the morning after that, so if they miss that, they won't have a chance to see Schmiral and Vina-Lou face to face either.

Schmiral closed his mouth and lowered his eyes.

The expression hasn't moved at all.

And yet - what a cut looking face.

"... ok. Thank you."

That's how Schmiral walked away this time.

I breathe deeply, and Lara-Lew opens her mouth whenever she says something.

but sooner than that, the example boy came again.

"Damn, the Sims always stink! I never want to be involved with those people, even if they're not hostile countries! What the hell are you having so much fun doing with these people?

"... Shut up. Is it too polite to make a customer difficult in the middle of business?

And finally, I came to my head, too, and I said it back like that.

Or is this really an act that amounts to business disruption?

For the security of the Inn Town, if anything happens, don't cover it up and report it to the guards. This is what Milan-Math usually advises you to do carefully.

But the boy was more satisfied with his mouth.

"You've got some nature! Isn't that more sarcastic than a word about a board? At least that's what I prefer."

"I'm not happy that you like me. [M] Come on, you're gonna sue the guards for obstruction of business, right?

"Hey, Asta, calm down."

I'm sick of my face, and Lara-Lew pulls my sleeve.

"I'm not sure I've dealt with this. He said it was a loss to fight."

Of course I know a hundred things about that. There must never be a time when the people of the woods have to prove that this is not an outlaw gathering.

But I thought.

This boy didn't come here intentionally to make a mess of it, I guess.

I was caught up in the Castle Town.

A figure named Cycleus, proxy for the Marquis Genos, is still riddled with mystery. But I'm sure there's no chance that that person, who has constant black rumors, will think my business is an obstacle when it comes to controlling the people by the woods.

Then I thought I should deal with it in a dignified manner, in accordance with the laws of the Inn Town.

"Hmm. Guards. Hey. Town guards are the lower end of the line, aren't they? I don't see how they could do that to me."

"Heh. You can't even defeat the guards. Are you a nobleman or something? Then there shouldn't be any errands in these shitty stalls?

"It's not like I'm noble. I'm a merchant, too. I haven't fallen far enough to eat Giva's meat."

Pleasantly, the boy laughs.

A pretty smile, like that girl, is hateful again.

"What's going on? What the hell, Asta?

and a new bunch appeared there.

It is a group of architects in Jagal, led by Balan's old man and Aldas.

"Ah, welcome. It's nothing. Thank you every time."

"It doesn't look like it's nothing.... Fair enough. Make it anyway. I'm starving and dying."

Have you finished one job in the morning? Seven more in "Myrmu Grill" and five more in "Giva Burger" lined me up, sweating by hand.

So, to this look, of course, there's no way the Dial boy is silent.

"You guys! You're a people of Jagal, and you eat Giva? What the hell are you thinking?

"Ahem? What about you? You look a lot prettier. If you're walking around the town dressed like that, you're gonna be a loose end, aren't you?

An old man looks back at you as he lifts a single eyebrow.

The boy distracted his thin chest and pointed his thumb at the young man behind him.

"I'm not afraid to relax! Larvis is still a master of swordsmanship! Even before this, we caught three burglars!

I see. The youngster is lowering not only the dagger, but also the long sword.

But, well, the people by the woods, the Camus, the Melfrid, I don't even feel very intimidated with all those people. They have incredible observational eyes. I'm just a little intrigued by how these young people appear in the eyes of Ey-Fa and Rudd-Lou.

"Hmm. That's a lot of snort for a kid. Was he born in Wang Du?

"Yeah. It's Zeland."

"Right. I'm Nelwia. When it comes to Zeland - but it's an iron shop town with a mine."

"Yeah! My house is an iron hardware store, too, and I'm wholesale merchandise to the castle town of Genos!

The atmosphere is quite soothing after a while.

but he didn't seem to intend to end it soothing to the boy.

"Hey, Nelwia guy. Why are you trying to eat Giva's cooking? From what I've seen, though I don't seem to have a problem with my life."

"Why do I have to eat Giva if I'm having trouble with my life? Giva's cooking, Karon's cooking, the price is the same, right? If it was dinner at the inn, Giva would be more expensive."

"Hmm? Then you should eat a caron"

"The carons are delicious, but the giva is delicious. So Giva is only going to be eaten in this Genos, so I just decided to keep eating Giva."

While answering blurring, Balan's opponent makes his big nose snap at the fragrance drifting from the meat being warmed back up.

"I can't believe Giva's delicious! Aren't they all being wiped out by bad magic?

The boy frowns in dissatisfaction.

Then Aldas, who had been silent until now, laughed happily.

"It would be about the people of the east to use magic. Besides, if you can feel this happy, it's magic, but whatever. If you think it's a lie, you can try it too."

"No, I can't believe Giva's meat," the boy turns that way.

but when the guys start eating the finished "Meermoo Grill" with their faces about as much, they suck their gaze in again.

"... is that really delicious?

"Oh, yummy"

"... hmm"

"If you want to eat, buy your own"

"I don't want to eat it, Giva!

The word overlapped with the odd sound of "guru".

The boy blushes and howls his own stomach, and the architects laugh with pleasure.

Somehow, it's a sight to feel deja vu.

"Chi, no! This is the... smell! The smell of Myrmu just seems delicious!

"Right. Gibba's meat really goes with Myrmu"

When Aldas responded with a smile, another companion still smiled and interrupted.

"Surely this dish is excellent. But I prefer inn cooking to this guy, right?

"That's because I use tau oil! Yeah, but I'd love to try some grilled meat with tau oil."

"So wouldn't it be great if Myrmu was using it too? Hey, Asta?

"Yeah, I also have grilled meat in my own house with myrmu and tau oil."

"That's sloppy! If you do, sell me that dish too!

"That's still hard to decide what kind of dish to cook, isn't it? There's no art just baking. Besides, using tau oil can be costly."

"Oh, the tau oil is high in the west, too.... I think I'm about three days away from eating Asta's cooking, and I'm starting to cry."

"Thank you. I'm so desperate to say goodbye to you, too."

I wonder why the Silver Pot and the Architect Schedule have overlapped more than once. I can't believe I have to say goodbye to these people, to the Schmirals, and to both of them on the same day, which makes me cry more.

"Bye! I'm looking forward to dinner, so I asked for it!

"Yes, thank you every time!

That's how the ladies got back to work.

What is left are two beardless Jagali people.

I am sigh-induced again by the appearance of a boy standing with his mouth as a letter to.

"... so how long have you been doing that there? If the food in the lodging town doesn't suit your mouth, why don't you just head back to Castle Town?

"Shut up! Don't give me orders!

A loud hairline or "grunt" belly rattled again.

The boy scowls at me as I dye my white face bright red.

"... hey, is Giva's meat really delicious?

"For me, it's delicious meat. At least it's better than Caron's legs and Kimmus."

"Caron's feet are cheap meat."

"I see you are. I've only eaten as much as I've seen it taste."

…………

"Um, come on, you--"

It's time for the store to crowd in, so why don't you pick it up? And I was gonna say.

but the words also say, "Okay!" I get wiped out by a shout.

"Hey! Let's make a bet with me!

"Bet?"

"If Giva meat really tastes good, you win. If it doesn't taste good, I win. Better to lose, decide to pay one white copper coin!

"Why not! Can you use an important copper coin for such a bet!

"Shut up. Just cook the meat."

The boy smiles with great satisfaction at his proposal.

And if it's just a little more focused, it's a beloved prank kid who goes to Rudd-Lou and Rau-Ray. I don't feel very welcome to know if it's because of birth or growth.

But well - my idea that this boy is a spie unleashed by Cycleus was probably just overwhelming.

Still, I just keep my guard up, and I say, "Okay," and I make him nod.

"Then I'll cook the meat. However, this copper coin is not something I can grab on my own, so if you want to bet, I want it to be something else."

"Hmm? So what are we going to bet on?

"Right...... if I win, will you stop talking rude to my countrymen and my customers? I want the people of the woods and the people of the east to curse in my absence."

The boy said "Hmm" again as he narrowed his eyes in a mean way.

"That's funny. Then when I win, I'll ask you to call me Dear Deal. I don't care what you say."

It's a much childish idea.

Well, maybe it's a harder request than being rational with me.

Either way, it was just the right time to make and set aside the dish, so I pulled up the meat-packed leather bag while responding to "Fine."

"You're an idiot. You're gonna use your important dishes for that?

And Lara-Lew talks to me blurry in a frightened manner.

"I can answer whether it tastes good or not as he likes it, so you don't have a chance to beat Asta for betting."

"If he was such a shameless man, I'd call him Dear Deal with contempt.... and if it was" Myrmu Grill, "I'd have about ten extra meals a day. It's an important dish, but I don't think it makes sense."

And also, how does my cooking feel to the wealthy, fat enough to deny the cuisine of the Inn Town itself? There was no curiosity about it either.

Either way, they're going to get in the way of business forever for not feeding you, and if you don't eat and fit your mouth, you might lose interest in this stall. Let me tell you that some of it is still a better way to deal with this than to say it is.

Cook meat smudged with myrmu and fruit liquor sauce over medium heat with aria and scissor in baked poitan with chopped tinos.

In the meantime, the boy has been watching me with a happy look on my face.

The young man, who refrained behind him, is silent on the top of the Buddha, not clamping his mouth.

"Please wait. Taste it."

"Hmm. Really, the smell was just a moment ago."

Saying the cutest things to make, the boy received a "Myrmu Grill" that he could make.

And then you don't have to be so scared, you grab a glimpse of Poitan fabric with your healthy white teeth.

Come on, I wonder if I can give a cursing rumor to the crackles - the boy got nagging as he moved his mouth.

That's how I hide my expression, while I cheek two, three bites and "Myrmu Grill," and finally, silently, I'm done eating.

"What do you say? Wasn't it right for your mouth?

…………

"Yeah?"

"... was delicious"

That's above all.

But my voice is trembling a lot.

"Dear Dear Deal?," and a young man on his shoulder tried to put his hand on it.

Paying off his fingertips, the boy walks away. I didn't stop walking until I bypassed the stall and approached right next to me.

"Duh, what's going on?

He's a little more luxurious than me, but he's got a protective dagger down his hips. No way, he tried to pull himself back, not to mention being slashed upside down - and his sneaky white fingertips grabbed him by the bust of his chest.

"... it was delicious"

Deal boy, slowly raise his face.

There was a spare smile of admiration spread out there.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. It was so delicious that I couldn't even say... Was your name Asta?

"Ugh, yeah, yeah, but"

"It was really delicious. You're amazing, Asta."

Saying, the boy has twisted up the fabric of my t-shirt with such strong force.

"Asta, will you forgive me? I never dreamed Giva's meat would taste so good. I guess what you said about me making something so delicious so hard and smelly seemed like a big idiot to Sawasaki Asta, huh?

"No, that's not true... Um, can you let go of my hand?

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so excited!

And the Deal boy let go of his hand from under my chest and then jumped only one step backwards.

So, with all the twitching, I turn my face red.

(... what a weird leopard)

No, leopard itself didn't matter. The people of the south are so direct that it wasn't uncommon for them to hit their emotions as straight as this one would eat.

But somehow, I felt strange.

To be ashamed of losing me, dyeing my cheeks rosy and staring at me in the eye, the boy's face was - as cute as it was a little hard to put to the brush tongue. It was too cute. This one I'm looking at, it's enough to get my chest out of the way.

(No, wait, wait! You're not supposed to have that kind of hobby with me! resolutely!)

This is an alley. I'm sure the recoil is just incredible because I got slapped on the hatred first. Originally, the facial makeup is neat, so if you smile at me with no malice, no evil, and yet illuminating, it's natural for you to look cute even though you're same-sex -?

"Um... will you forgive me for me?

"Huh? Yu, forgive me?

"Am I being rude to the people that matter to Asta? Well, to me, I don't care about the people by the woods, and the Sims are people from hostile countries, but - if you try Asta, it was about getting angry to death, right?

"Yu, I forgive you. I forgive you. If you will refrain from imitating me like that in the future."

"Really? Glad to hear it," Dial boy smiled even more furiously.

Jomtien also brightens close to the sun, with a slightly strange shade of brown hair glittering. The eyes as beautiful as emerald were filled with bright and clear light, and the lips as small and soft as they seemed to be for the people of the south spread a happy smile - really, it was an angelically innocent and adorable smile.

"... you're a strange person, Asta. I was just trying to make fun of him because the people of the west are doing business with the people of the woods. I didn't think you'd be so surprised.... Hey, where was Asta born? Maybe there's eastern blood in there, too? Black hair and black eyes usually belong to the people of the east, right?

"Uh, I wasn't born on this continent. I was born in an island country called Japan."

"Huh! Asta came from outside the ocean!?

He opens his eyes to surprise and the real boy approaches again.

Being true doesn't diminish my love. When his strangely cynical and defiant attitude cast a shadow over him, he looked so young and so adorable.

"Speaking of which - the color of the skin is the same as that of the people of the west, but the face may not be. You look like a little girl to me."

"Duh, which one! Don't you look like a girl?

Reflectively, the Deal boy got decent.

"Me? Like a girl?... Asta says something funny."

"No, I'm sorry. My mouth slipped. But rude is mutual, isn't it?

I can't get my normal mind back.

I tried so hard to overlap the excuses, but the confused look made me laugh "puffy".

"Hahaha! Asta's a really weird guy!

"Really? I tried to answer."

At that moment, a spark bounced off the back of his eyes and nose.

I don't even know what happened, but I'm about to fall down.

It was the real thing that supported it.

That fingertip is grabbing my chest again.

"Is that...?

Dial's face was stained bright red.

But this time, by anger, not shame.

Its face, smiling like an angel until as soon as it followed, lifts its eyebrows, wrinkles around its nose and reveals its angry shape.

"Um, come on! I'm still the girl!

That said, Deal had another shot, a right hook that had no mercy, no snag, smashing into my left cheek.

That is why it coincided with the day of unforgettable encounter with the daughter-in-law Dial, who came from the southern kingdom of Jagal.