179 ③ White day, Asta day - AM (below) -

Returning to the stall after reporting to Zashma, two familiar daughters, mostly in the hands of 'Giva Burger', were in danger.

Lara-Lew, the store number, looks back at me with a fed up face.

"I'm finally home. Asta, do something about these guys."

Of course or what, that was DIAL and YUMI.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm just confused as to why the two of us who were supposed to have achieved reconciliation are waving such a swordswallowing air again.

"Um, what the hell is going on...?

Speaking up, they looked back at me with the same momentum.

"Hey, Asta.... Nothing. I'm not shouting out loud, so you're not bothering Asta, are you?

"Hmm. Then why don't we just go back to Castle Town? I'm sure it's annoying for Asta just to have a daughter-in-law wandering around like you."

"You're the one who's blind. Why don't you go back to your house?

"I need to talk to Asta about my job."

"I brought business stories today, too."

Sure, the voice isn't loud.

But the repressed fierce charge in the air is still a sign that bees and sounds like freshly.

By the way, Deal's offering, young Larvis, was poking his dangerous gaze at Rudd-Lou again, causing him to clap at the disturbing air.

Though Rudd-Lou has a strange face, this also makes sense for Lara-Lou to get fed up.

"And anyway, a little aside...... hey, what the hell is going on? Yesterday was like getting along so well, right?

"I don't know. I was just talking about the dish I had at the Grand Tree Pavilion in the South, and suddenly this guy stuck around."

"Hmm! I wouldn't have been angry either if you hadn't spoken proudly.... I'd love to eat more Asta dishes, too."

And when Dial looked a little more squeamish, Yumi said, "Oh, no!" and raised her long hair.

"I didn't mean it like that. It was such a delicious dish that I just stuck around... and if that bothered you, I apologize."

"Yeah.... I'm too short tempered too, right? I was just envious of you. I'm sorry."

What the hell? - And I drop my disappointing shoulder.

Until a few seconds ago, the two people looked at each other with a glowing "ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe"

"Well, that's why. Asta's food was so delicious! Or is it? Is that what you mean? Anyway, it was sooo yummy!

"Oh well. I'd love to hear you say that."

"Nice. That's a dish made with tau oil, right? I'd love to try it too."

and Dial blurs again with childish honesty.

Yumi grinned bitterly with her hands on her creased hips.

"You should eat, too. Can't you get out of Castle Town at night?

"Yeah. Because it's just dangerous after sundown, my dad's gonna get me a pass. Hey, Asta, can't you eat that dish during the day?

"Um, since it's past Jomtien to start cooking. Hey. But then I don't have to wait for the sun to go down, so I guess if I talk to your husband at the inn, he can sell it."

"Oh my God! Well, maybe if I had a free day at work, I could eat it!

And, Dial grinned, as he had regained his mind.

Yumi smiles as relieved as well.

They were two extremely opposite poles: Dial, who was as tiny and young as a little boy, and Yumi, who had an extremely feminine proposition, but there seemed to be no lesser color in the appeal of a smile.

"But yesterday, did you end up with the dish called that? Your husband said it was going to be another dish today."

"Oh, yeah, today's dedication is juice. When it comes to meat dishes, I'm going to get a taste of them today, and then I'm going to have them decide. If you're hired, you'll be able to reveal that meat dish tomorrow."

"Oh my God! Then we'll have to see what it tastes like! Wow, I look forward to it."

"Yikes! I knew it was a little sloppy!

"Haha. Sorry, sorry."

Laughing, Yumi stroked Dial's head.

He was endangered that if he treated him like such a child, he would explode his eclampsia again, but Deal just swept his cheeks in dissatisfaction.

Doesn't that sound like a pretty good combination after all?

"So, what about you? Didn't you say something about business either?

"Oh, I was! I had something for Asta to see!

Saying cheerfully, Dial took one knife from his waist.

Today, not only were the daggers for protection, but different swords were lowered there as well.

It was tucked away in a leather sheath, apparently a cooking knife.

Unlike my santoku knife and shim vegetable cutting knife, the pattern is also made of metal, which would be for anti-slip purposes, nothing is carved with ripples.

"Heh. Is this the cooking knife you're dealing with at Deal's?

"Yeah! It's a meat cutter! It's a little heavy, but if it's about Kimmus' bone, I can easily break it off!

Dial has offered me the pattern, so I was curious to receive it.

"Uh, can I pull it out of my sheath?

"You know good and bad without pulling it out of your sheath?

Of course, there's no way I know.

I pulled the knife out of the leather sheath.

White steel, a beautiful body.

It is a silhouette like a cow knife or a western blade or just a little skinny santoku knife.

The blade crossing is just over 20 cm.

Skinny but firm thickness, even if the pattern is metallic, it is not that heavy.

As user-friendly as a santoku knife can be, it looks good.

"Yeah, this looks like a good knife."

Heavier than a santoku knife, lighter than a hunter's knife.

The metal pattern seems to be surprisingly familiar with the fingertips, and there seems to be no problem balancing the weight with the body.

"What do you say? If you like, make sure it's sliced!

Of course there was no reason to say no to my side.

Originally, I was craving a meat-cutting knife to expose my father to the abuse of his soulful sandwich knife. Even from Ai-Fa, I have already received permission to purchase it.

However, my forefinger could not move on the knife sold in Cebu Town.

Because I bought a splendid vegetable cutting knife from Seriously Shmiral, my ideals were just getting a little high.

I only brought one sample piece of meat from the carrier, which I was going to give to Nail, and spread it out onto the stall workbench.

Pico leaves covered, a block of rose meat.

I put a blade tip on the edge of that meat, which is gnarly and soft, and cut it into thin slices, which thickness it was nicely 7mm and cut.

Plus slap it on the slab.

Soon, the mince will be done.

Impeccable.

At least, in the task of cutting meat, it was no less sharp than a santoku knife.

"Oh, nice. There's nothing to complain about. It's cute."

"Really? Then you'll buy me!?

and Dial comes up with a look full of expectations.

"Um, but this guy's a knife he's putting up for sale in Castle Town, right? Doesn't that mean you're going to put up a lot of value?

"That would be expensive compared to a knife like the one you sell in the lodging town, but I guarantee you the quality of that! Twelve white copper coins!

Twelve white copper coins.

The vegetable cutting knife from Sims bought from Schmiral was 18 white copper coins.

And the swords sold in the lodging town range from four to five white copper coins.

The hunter's knife you owe me from Ai-Fa is six white copper coins.

If converted into horns and fangs of Giva, it is roughly for ten heads.

Never cheap shopping.

But I didn't want to make the Santoku knife, which I've already worked for twenty years, any worse.

"Yeah, I made up my mind. Can I buy this guy, Deal?

"Yay! Every time!

Dial smiled happily from the bottom of his heart.

Well, the way I laugh so innocently, me and Yumi are also induced to smile.

"But why do you suddenly have a meat cutter? I was just looking for a good knife."

"Uh? 'Cause I regretted that Asta didn't use Jagal's knife! I don't care what you think of that vegetable cutting knife, it's Sims' knife, and that guy over there isn't Jagal's knife, is it?

And, Dial takes a serious look at the sieve and stares at the santoku knife on the platform.

"That's a great knife, isn't it? I don't know what country it was made in, but I was a little surprised.... so I've chosen the best knife out of the best to beat that splendid knife!

"Really? Glad to hear it, thanks.... but isn't such a splendid knife what you should sell to noble customers?

"Hmm! I think Asta is more amazing than a nobleman's cook! I just wanted the most splendid knife to be used by the most splendid cook."

That being said, it was now an invincible grin Dial.

There is no change in the degree of attractiveness of any smile, due to upright emotion.

The day I first met him, he was supposed to have a hateful, but only hateful smile, and it made me laugh.

"See you then! Because I'll definitely be here tomorrow!

"I guess I should get back to work, too. Asta, I'm looking forward to dinner tonight, right?

That's how it ended up leaving something warm in my chest, and Dial and Yumi walked away north and south, respectively.

And with the replacement, I stood in front of the stall fluttering - Sanjula, a western people with the appearance of the people of the east.

"Asta, one, please"

"Oh, thank you. Thank you every time.... Um, thank you for everything yesterday"

"I'm not thankful. As a people of the west, it's a natural clientele."

Sanjula smiled calmly as she removed the hood and revealed her long chestnut hair.

The smile soothed my heart - Sanjula said something truly outrageous to me.

"A child of a burglar, you've been caught. Peace of mind, be protected, above all."

"Eh!" and I was supposed to get stifled.

I can see for myself that blood draws from my face.

"Hey, wait a minute! Yesterday he was caught by a guard?

"Is it not? I didn't write the arrangements, so I thought so."

"- Arrangement writing?

"Yes, sinners, if they can sue you, they'll stick out in front of the guard's stuffing, people copying, etc. But when I saw it earlier, there was nothing. … so I thought they had already captured me"

Sanjula tilts her neck in a decent way.

I was supposed to hold my breath out as a sigh.

"Is that what you mean? Oh, I'm surprised...... no, sorry. Actually, that's not how we do things."

"Guards, did you offer, didn't you?

Now Sanjula was supposed to round her eyes like she was more surprised.

It's not that big of a change in expression, but it's a Sim look after all, so it's rarely felt.

But it wasn't even if I was impressed with such a thing.

"You've been rambled, Guard, so you should offer. Sinner, if you let it go, it will harm another human being"

"Oh, is it the man of the people of the west who reports the damage properly at times like this?... but since he seemed to be targeting only the people by the woods, isn't there any danger to the people in town?"

"Then Asta and the others are in danger."

"We'll be fine. This is how reliable people protect us."

Sanjula looked more at Rudd-Lou standing by the stall with her pale tinted eyes.

Rud-Lew takes that gaze with a face that is not comparable to when he was dealing with Larvis.

"... but I should notify the guards, I think. Maybe you're reluctant?

"No?"

"Yes. I hear it's a complicated position in Genos, the people by the woods. I, Genos, don't come much, so I'm not sure, but people by the woods, they're scared or persecuted, right?

With a very sincere face, Sanjula embarks on herself.

"But he is the son of Selva, the western god, a people by the woods. I am also a mother, a people of Sim, but I myself am a son of Selva. The people of the west, they are all compatriots. No, I don't want to. Guards, you should rely, I think."

I'm not reluctant.

But in this matter, we can't rely on the guards that Cycleus' brother will take the head - and so on - and what the hell is going on?

"... Again, don't you feel comfortable?

"Yes. Excuse me..."

"So, me, shall I offer instead? I'm not irrelevant, so I think I deserve to be offered."

"Yes, no! If we do that, we'll be in trouble."

Apparently, it's hard to cover everything up.

I was in a hurry to come up with something to say.

"Um, he seemed to have a deep grudge against the people by the woods. If there are any misunderstandings, I want to clear them up. If he's captured as a sinner before that, he won't be able to solve any misunderstandings, so we didn't make an offer to the guards."

When you think about it, the only thing you can't pee on is the presence of Cycleus.

It is becoming a well-known fact that Zazz-Sung et al. committed a crime ten years ago and that the Red Beard Party was cut off in wet clothes, so there is no need to hide it. Rather, a greater number of humans should know.

I just don't want to reveal Zida's identity if possible.

Because it's not something I knew where it would go into Cycleus' ear.

Although Zida had firmly named herself the son of Gollum the Red Beard even before Sanjula. Sanjula had no reaction at all to that name. It seems that Sanjula, who was not born in Genos, may not have a preliminary knowledge of the Red Beard Party.

All in all, Sanjula pulled herself aside with a slightly sad face, without seeking any further explanation.

"Really? Something's going on, isn't it?... I apologize for saying that I went too far"

"No, that's not true. I'm delighted to hear about Sanjula."

"Asta, I hope you're okay. Misunderstanding, solving, I hope."

At the end of the day it brought another gentle smile, and Sanjula left 'Myrmu Grill' in her hands.

"Hmm, looks like he's pretty skilled after all. I don't feel like losing without healing my right arm."

Rudd-Lou crushed such a thing as he dropped off that slender hindsight swarming the crowd.

"I said stop. He helped protect us yesterday, didn't he? Tell you what, aren't you a benefactor?

"I know. But I don't know if I can take him down with my own hands - I'm not comfortable with him wandering around.... Anyway, if it's the people by the woods, that's who the town is."

Is that what hunters are for?

Speaking of which, I still don't think I've broken my guard with Sanjula.

(I wonder if that kind of feeling would be diminished if a healthy relationship could be built with Genos)

Will the day come when the people of the woods will think of the people of the west as compatriots - and the day when the people of the west will think of the people of the woods as compatriots?

Within such endless thoughts, the sun was finally trying to reach Jomtien.