592 The Invisible Hand of the Great God ⑥ ~ Obituary ~

The next day is the 18th day of the blue moon.

That day, when Ai-Fa cleaned up his job at the water field, he crossed Gilr and went down to the lodging town.

Today, the rebuilding of Fa's house begins at the hands of the architects of Jagal. Today, the first day, it was necessary for Ai-Fa to pick them up in order to guide the men to Fa's house.

"Stick around, you could have counted on Fow's house forever...... I guess that's not how I could have done it if I tried to be an eye-fa"

Birdu-Fowe, who was up early to rebuild Fowe's house, said so.

"Well, it would also be a good opportunity to deepen ties with the people of the South. I'm looking forward to dinner tonight, Asta."

"Yes, thank you very much."

That's how I encouraged the Fou women to pick up firewood at the edge of the woods, and when I finished the job and went out to Fa's house, the reconstruction work had already begun.

A worker counting twenty is almost on the totality to cut down the trees around Fa's house. In it, only Balan's old man and Aldas were poking their faces at Ai-Fa in front of a pile of rubble.

"Hi everyone, good job. You're just getting started."

"Oh, Asta! Looks like there's quite a few fine trees growing here. This is gonna make a fine house."

Looking back at me, Aldas laughs lavishly. Its green eyes opened round, acknowledging Tia's appearance.

"So the one whose daughter is the Red Wildlings? As I was asking, you don't look like a normal person."

Tia is a serious face as usual, with a sticky head down. I told them they were important guests, so they wouldn't even have a crude phase.

The eye-fa who was talking to you also looks back at me and opens his mouth.

"Right now, I was showing you something called Asta's drawings. We talked about rebuilding it in three days."

The schematic was in the hands of the old man.

An old man staring at it like he wasn't serious, "Hmm," he snorts.

"It's a shitty plan, but the approximate contents were conveyed. Besides, before I got here, I had other houses to look at... you guys were really building houses in a southern way."

"Yes, you can see houses in the same style in Inn Town."

"Hmm. But it's an old-fashioned style. I'm guessing no one thinks about turning a new house into a one-stream roof."

"But we want the house to be as shaped as possible as it was before. Please, I'm asking you to do that."

When Ai-Fa answered that with a crisp face, the old man also made fun of it with an artisan face.

"If that's what the client wants, there's no reason to say no to us. Make sure you have a satisfying home."

"Uhm. Please"

That's where Aldous said "but".

"You didn't take this opportunity to think about making the house bigger? It's okay because we're alone now, but if we get more kids soon, we'll be tight, right?

Really, blood went up on the riddle side of Ai-Fa.

"... there is no problem. I used to live with my parents."

"You didn't have any other brothers? With three or four more kids, you're gonna feel cramped."

Ai-Fa is shuddering her shoulders with a mess. Had it not been for such a time, it would surely have been yelling and scattering.

"My client says this is fine, so don't complain. We'll get to work, too."

"Oh, roger. Is Asta going down to boarding town already?

"No. It's a look at the dishes we distribute in the street. Your share will be warmed up again by the folks at Fou when it gets to Jomtien."

"I'm glad to hear that. How can you be so motivated?"

Even though this was my first visit, I was not at all impressed with Aldas or the old men. Originally, the people of the south were only repenting the people of the woods who abandoned Jagal as a clan of traitors, and they had no feelings of fear for Morga or Gibba.

(I can't believe there's a day coming when I'm really going to take care of the guys.)

With that in mind, I decided to get to my job, too.

Because of this, I also decided to prepare a juice dish for the facade of the architect. It's a simple 'tau oil-tailored giva soup', but I'm going to use plenty of jaguar mushrooms and other things to please you a little bit.

After a while, the ladies of help came in large numbers, so I cooked another 500 meals with those people, and I headed to the settlement of Lou.

Even in the settlement of Luu, the work of rebuilding is, of course, continuing. In other words, they are now the same in every family. If it is not also a period of rest, we are all forced to get up early because our work as hunters is withheld from Jomtien.

"Ah, Asta. Thank you very much."

The first person to greet me today was Mim, who had been hanging out in the place of the house under construction. It was Zida and Barsha who were pulling the scarecrow in the immediate vicinity.

"Hey, Mim. Am I still helping you over here today?

"Yes, although I'm just helping you cook because I can't help you at all"

"No, no, thank goodness I can eat fine food from noon. I'm looking forward to seeing you today, Mim."

Barsha was encouraging the work with his male outfit. If Barsha had a bigger body than a half-breed man, it must be more than enough power.

And the people by the woods weren't in the habit of having a solid lunch, but at this time they prepare more dishes than usual. Otherwise, I guess I'll run out of strength before my giva hunting job.

"If we hadn't lived here, we wouldn't have had to rebuild it. I'm gonna need a little help."

When Barsha said so, Mim lowered her brow to a cut "yes".

"I look forward to another day when I can live with the Balshas for four.... Oh, of course, I'm never going to complain because I can live without any freedom right now..."

"Yeah. But after all, it's not sneaky to make the others feel cramped, is it? We take care of Darum-Lou's house, all the more so."

He said that Darm-Lew's house had only two family members, so he was supposed to keep four of his guests at the top. Taking care of the newlyweds' house would be painful.

Nevertheless, it feels quite well color-coded between men and women: Dharm-Lou, Zida, Michele, Sheila-Lou, Barsha and Mime. It seemed as if the sight of the women adding hua to the men who did not put much emotion on the table in their respective ways would come to light.

"Asta, thank you for waiting. We're ready to go now."

The Sheila-Lou leader also showed up, so we are headed to Cebu Town today.

It was supposed to be a holiday, but it opened temporarily at the request of Castle Town. I made it the same menu yesterday and one yesterday, so Fa's house prepared 'Myrmu Grill' today, and Lew's house prepared 'Giva Soup with Caron Milk Tailoring'.

"Oh, speaking of which, yesterday, Sufila-Zaza came to deliver the words of the chief from the northern settlement,"

And, on the way to Accommodation Town, Tour-Din has said so.

"You could forgive me for putting out a confectionery stall. Of course, since the noise of tremors in the land subsided, it has become..."

"Oh well. Good for you. If it's a Tour-Din treat, it's gonna be a huge reputation."

"Yes, no, but if you use ingredients that are too high in value, the price of the confectionery will be higher as well... can you please consult me sooner or later on what confectionery I should make...?

"Yeah, sure. When this noise has subsided, let's think together."

I couldn't look back because I was holding the reins, but Tour-Din's voice, "Thank you," seemed to be engulfed with cutting emotions.

That is how he arrived in the town of Inn, and when he visited the Tail Pavilion of Kimmus, it was Levi who welcomed him.

Levi still had a lot of crushing around his cheeks, but the neighborhood under his eyes had disappeared, and his beard was gone, so yesterday's rough impression had been completely dispelled.

"Hey, Asta. You took care of me yesterday."

Levi laughed lightly, bowing her head to me.

While I'm really happy, I'll give it back.

"How's your dad doing? It seemed a lot spicy to travel in a luggage truck yesterday."

"I gave him some pain meds, so he's fine now. Don't even know how hard it is to sleep."

"Oh well. Looks like Levi's got a better complexion, and now you're relieved."

From what I heard, it was a story that Levi had the job of caring for the injured instead of having his father kept in the diocese.

He had eaten properly on the spot and was sifted, but he was even struck by anxiety about the future without being able to eat or sleep. Then it was only natural that my body and mind would go away.

"In the meantime, I was supposed to help with the inn work during the day until my dad could walk alone. This inn has been sore all over because of the ground tremor, so it's just like an architect or assemblyman for a while."

"So, are you going back to work on your feet?

"That's right. I need to make some money and give back to Milan-Mus."

With that said, Levi smiled as if to haunt him.

"Hey, Asta's been making out with Milan-Math for a long time, hasn't she? He's... he's a fine man."

"Yeah, I really do, too."

"Even the same father, isn't this the same? Terrier-Mass should grow up fine too."

Terrier-Mass came down from upstairs when Levi said so.

"Oh, you had people by the woods. Levi, this way, please."

Terrier-Mass gives Levi a bunch of keys. When I saw that, Levi said, "Huh?" I rounded my eyes.

"Hey, what is this guy? Now what am I supposed to do?

"Take the stall out of the warehouse behind you and hand it over to the Astas. We receive the fee in advance, so just give us the stall."

"But... can you leave something so important with me?

Terrier-Mass smiled, "It's okay," he said.

"After you give me the stall, please lock it back up securely. When you're done, put the keys back on me or my father."

Levi stared back at Terrier-Mass' smile with a serious look before receiving the key.

"I get it. I would never betray the trust of Terrier-Mass. I swear to God in the West."

"Yes, I believe in Levi"

We were supposed to pick up the stall from Levi's hand.

Levi checks the keys again and again, and then treats the key bundle like it matters. Totos and luggage cars kept from customers were also stored in this warehouse.

"I wonder how people in this inn can trust something like me. I don't know why."

"I guess. Even I don't believe Levi would betray me."

"'Cause he's been poking at each other for over a year, hasn't he? Terrier-Mass and Milan-Mus just recently showed their faces."

That's it, Levi puts his mouth on the lid.

And he's gonna stare at my face seriously.

"Maybe... you two trust me because I'm hanging out with Asta and the folks by the woods"

What's that supposed to mean?

"'Cause the people by the woods don't hang out with bad guys, do they? Even I can believe that most people aren't bad guys if they're hanging out with the forest folks."

"That's too much, you overestimate us. Even the people of the woods sometimes misjudge."

After I answered like that, I was surprised at what I said.

If it had been me before, I wonder if I would have agreed with Levi's words from a third party's point of view - and it seemed that way.

(I wonder if you mean I could finally have a real sense that I'm a forest folk too)

With that in mind, I was headed to the outdoor area.

Even today, a lot of people were waiting for me around the Blue Sky Dining Room.

There came a messenger from the town of Castle when it was past Jomtien.

The messenger, who came in a two-headed Totos car, approached the stall with two martial arts officers.

"The Marquis of Genos wants us to distribute meals in the stalls for about three days now. Will you take this request?

Relative to that are me and Sheila-Lou, the stall dividers. Sheila-Lou responded "Yes" with a gentle expression.

"As long as this one is not impossible, the chief tells me to follow the words of the Marquis of Genos, as such. You don't mind handing out your food for free in three days, do you?

"Yes, this will be the price for three days"

Every dish was usually about as much as getting three red copper coins, so that's 1,000 meals and the price is three silver coins a day - nine silver coins for three days.

Of course, food and labor costs are deducted from here, but after all, it did not seem cheap that a house would be built for the same amount as this.

"And... there's one thing I want to tell you on this occasion"

and the man of the messenger whispered and overlapped the words.

"From now on, we will go out to the square of the city of Inn and turn our touch. Only a few moments until then, but without further ado, please"

"What is it? Is this a story involving the people of the woods?

"It's not a directly involved story… Earlier this morning, Cycleus, the former lord of the Count Turan family, returned his soul"

I couldn't understand that word for a moment.

Then, like a slowly pushing tsunami, the sensation of incompetence spreads through my chest.

"What did you just say? Did you say that Cycleus... returned his soul?

"Yes, Cycleus was serving a life sentence, but the earthquake the other day caused the prison walls to collapse and cause major hand injuries. Originally befallen by a demon, I was unable to overcome that painful hand… Until the unknown of today, I returned my soul to Western God"

I lost my word.

Sheila-Lou is also breathtaking in a stunned manner.

"Because he was a great sinner, funerals are scheduled only for a very limited number of relatives. Tell that to the chief of the forest."

"Please wait. Is Refraia... is Refraia okay?

The messenger nodded with a face that seemed honest.

"Princess Lifreia was allowed to stand in the death of Cycleus, but she behaved herself to the end. The Marquis de Genos said that he would never turn his anger against the people of the woods."

"Really..."

I couldn't overlap words any more, either.

The messenger gratefully walks away with the martial officer to the south side of the town. Sheila-Lou took a deep breath as she dropped him off behind it.

"I was told it wasn't a longer life, but when they heard me talk about giving my soul back... it was still something I couldn't resist"

"Yep... yes... right..."

"I hear that the souls of sinners are judged under the four great gods after death. I don't know what kind of judgment it is... but I would like to wish the rest of the human race a rest"

I still didn't know exactly what to take.

He was like another, confessing his sins, and speaking quietly with Refraia, the figure of Cycleus - which was still burned deep in my heart.

(Is Refraia really okay... and Sanjula too...)

In my confused mind, that was the only thought I could put into words.

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It is that night.

We were surrounded by dinners at Fow's house, as promised.

The architect will soon invite three people, and there are twelve people by the woods who will intercept them. Although the hall of the Fou family also had its considerable size, it was too much of a limit in capacity.

"I am truly delighted to welcome Jagal's guests to Fou's house. Please, I want you to bond with us as friends."

Birdu-Fow, the partitioner on the spot, said so with a strict face.

There are eight people living in Fou's main house. Parental Birdu-Fow and his companion, his eldest brother and his companion and his toddler, and his youngest brother and his companion and his toddler - Sarris Lang-Fowe and Aim-Fowe. In addition, the total number of guests was twelve, including Aye-Fa, me, and even Lan's parents and Lyelpham-Sudra.

The architect is a man named Baran, the beam of the building, and Aldas, the sub beam, and Mayton. This is the first time I've known the name, but I kept in mind that this person has also been in our stalls since last year's phase. He is a magnificent man, like a people of the South, small and in the physique of a bone too.

And as a being who doesn't belong on either side, Tia is also holding back on me for a bit. I was accompanied by Malstein, who told me that it was okay to face the Red Wildlings if they were the people of the South.

Including that, there were sixteen people gathered in the hall. If two of them weren't toddlers who weren't even old enough, they probably would have had overcapacity.

I've already introduced myself, and the dishes for cooking are arranged. Upon completion of his first greeting, Berdu-Fou began to prep the meal early. It was me and three women who received Kamadoku's turn today.

The faces of Jagal did not try to say anything, they just placed one hand around their bellies and closed their eyelids. That seems to be the pre-meal ritual of the Jagal stream.

"Now, I want you to taste Kamadoku's dedication."

"Oh, this guy looks delicious. You'll get paid for the hard work of the day."

After all, the brightest thing on Jagal's side seemed to be Aldas.

However, a person named Mayton also has a cheerful temper, so he smiles with joy.

In inviting the ladies, we were putting more on our arms to prepare a treat.

Firstly, it was "Gibba's Horned Stewed", which is very popular with the people of the south, as well as "Gibba Cutlet" and "Tarapa Tailored Moto Pot", which have not yet been put up for sale even in the street commerce, a side dish with plenty of raw vegetable salad and a gigo and sima salad topped with kimmus semi-ripe eggs, a spaghetti of Nanar for horseradishes, and a pile of baked potatoes.

"Well, this guy looks different than the one sold in Inn Town."

The first time Ardas put his hands up was' Giba Katsu '. I guess you're describing the difference between that simplified version, "Fried and Grilled Giva". There were times last year when they were selling' Giva Cuttlesand ', but by then they had already gone home too.

That's how Aldas twitched "Giva Cuttle," he said, "Yummy!" and made his face shine.

"This guy is delicious! Bad for Asta, but looks better than that dish sold in the street!

"Nothing's wrong with that. I made that dish, too."

"What? Then why aren't you letting me sell this one?

"That's tricky to cook, so it's hard to serve in the street. And it's hard to prepare Gibba's fat."

Leten oil is used for "Fried Giva" served on the daily menu of the stalls, so even that part of "Giva Cutlet" with Giva lard would be very different. Letene oil reminiscent of olive oil is never of poor quality either, but the dish fried in lard is exceptional after all.

"Oh, I knew this dish was the best. If the people back at the inn hear about it, they'll be jealous."

Mayton, who would state so, had 'Giva's Horned Braised' on his cheeks. That's a menu that's only available once every six days in the Great Tree Pavilion in the South.

"... didn't the flavor diminish and discourage you more than the dishes you usually eat?

Smiling at Hikame, Sarris Run-Fou asks, Mayton says, "Yeah?," he tilted his neck.

"Sticky, I don't think the flavor will go away. I think it tastes as good as the food you eat at the inn."

"That's an honorable word."

Sarris Run-Fou was stroking her chest down with relief. This "Gibba's Horned Stew" was created exclusively by the women of the Fou family.

With that kind of interaction sidelined, the old man is also quietly eating. Though silent, I breathe deeply whenever I scratch 'Giva's Horned Stew' or rinse 'Tarapa Tailored Moto Pot'. In a way, it didn't even look like the guy was most satisfied.

"... Nevertheless, I was surprised that the foundation of the house was complete in just one day. You're just making a living building a house."

Lyelfam-Sudra, who was similarly in the process of eating, remarked that way through the course of the conversation.

The old man swallows the contents of his mouth before twisting you.

"There's no way there's a job like that because humans and tools were there. If only we had a few more people on our arms, we could have gone faster."

"Hmm. Of the twenty, were we talking about only seven who came out of Jagal? But are they all the people of the South?

"Oh. The others are usually wandering around Selva's territory looking for work. The people of Sims, the windmills."

Sure enough, those people used to visit our stalls every now and then, even while the ladies were back home. Sometimes he doesn't show up on a monthly basis, but that's when he works on another land.

"So do you not leave your homeland for as long as the people of the east? I hear that some people in the east travel longer than they spend in their homeland."

When Birdu-Fow also got into the conversation, Aldas replied, "That sounds like it".

"Well, we go out everywhere if we have orders too, but Genos is the only one who stays this long. I mean, it's about this Genos guy who's got a job in Selva's territory."

"Hmm. And then you mean you're working in Jagal territory"

"Oh. From our hometown of Nerwia, the closest thing in Selva's territory is this Genos. It's not worth a long journey because it's not quite as rich as Genos."

That said, Aldas looked around the hall.

"Nerwia is the town of architects. The southern style must have taken root in Genos because such Nerwian humans visit it every once in a while. Did you build this house?

"Mm-hmm. This house was built back when I was a toddler. I remember my father and his compatriots working on it."

"So you're saying it's been thirty or forty years. So the earth trembled, but it never collapsed, so it's a fine thing."

"Oh, really. With all these arms, you might be able to eat at the architect's."

Aldas and Mayton were not entrusted.

It's just that, after all, the old man doesn't have a small mouth count. It was always the same when it came to the usual, but I was somewhere worried.

"Hmm? What, you?

And the old man gave a loud voice.

Aim-Fou is on his knee wearing an agua. She was supposed to rinse a moth pot under her mother until just now, but she expedited sometime.

"You can't, Aim....... sorry. It was unusual for guests to come, so... Aim, come here."

Even if Sarris Lang-Fou calls it that way, Aim-Fou has deep blue eyes and stares up at your old man's face.

The old man, who had looked down silently for a while, stroked Aim-Fou's head with a thick, artisanal palm when he placed a near-eating wooden plate on the rug.

"Are you Aim-Fou? You're such a smart looking toddler."

Eim-Fowe, who is somewhat of a laid-back temper, seems not to be that familiar, and he was grinning and smiling back at his mustache as well.

Really, your fine eyebrows go down to an angle you've never seen before.

"Mm-hmm. Not only does he seem smart, he's a really sweet toddler. She looks nice like a girl... but she has a firm tip on her hands and feet and will surely grow up to be a fine man"

"Balan likes toddlers."

When Birdu-Fow said so, the old man looked back at you as he rushed up and down around his eyebrows.

"Some people don't like toddlers. Is the child a treasure?

"Absolutely. That Aim is my grandson, so I'm going to be more merciful than anyone."

"Hmm," he snorted, then the old man stroked Aim-Fow's head remorsefully.

"Well, you keep eating. If you don't eat a lot, you can't grow up."

Whether or not he understood the word, Aim-Fou returned to his mother after all.

The other toddler is a girl about four years old, and this one is behaving well and grabbing Gibba's meat. There was no doubt that these toddlers were serving to soak up the air in a setting where there were many swollen, spectacular men.

"... so what are you looking so spicy about?

And all of a sudden, your eyes were pointed at me.

"Huh? Oh, is that me? No, it's nothing, I'm going to be behaving as usual..."

"Where is the usual? Ever since we got back from the lodging town, isn't it the sky above?"

When I got cramped with replies, Ey-Fa, who had been silent for so long, raised his voice.

"I want you to forgive my family for their lawlessness. Asta is probably disturbed by Cycleus' death"

"Cycleus? And who is it? I think it sounds familiar."

Aldas and Mayton are decent, and the old man frowns on the urchin. As he looked around at those things, Ai-Fa overlapped the words even further.

"Cycleus is a nobleman whose folk by the woods had bad luck. I hear that the touch that Cycleus returned his soul was turned in the Inn Town."

"Oh, the nobleman who was sent to jail for uncovering a great sin! Naudis told me. Well, I don't think he screwed up."

After stating so, Aldas tilted his neck in a curse.

"But he was a big sinner who did terrible evil, wasn't he? After we got back to Nelwia, we were talking about Asta being his daughter. How could Asta mess up her mind just because such a bad guy screwed up?

"That's... I had a complicated relationship with Cycleus too..."

Aldas didn't look convinced either, but he laughed out loud, "Well," he said.

"Whatever it is, if you want to grieve that death, you can grieve as much as you like. Because the souls of the great sinners are judged by the four great gods, there is nothing left to worry about. You just have to walk away from the soul of the dead in your own way."

"Yeah, right," he replied, "I knew I couldn't figure out how I felt.

Heard Cycleus gave his soul back, how I feel. I didn't even grasp it.

Whatever - the first night I spent with the architect's face passed like that.