What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Even though it was a dark night, we bypassed the villages of Lu Sahagin around Mirror Lake and headed east.

I know on my own. Ginzi led the way, so I never ran into a land sahagin, and I'm glad I could leave Mirror Lake when the sun rises......

"No, I'm relieved that nothing happened. Really. I was wondering what would happen for a while. Well, it was fine. I think I could have done my part, too. After all, I think it would be a good idea if you added me to one of Mr. Kisaragi's seats, because I mean, it works pretty well or it works. I've already graduated from free meal eating. Put your heart into it, it's going to be bash. Bash. I guess that wasn't a bad start. I don't care if you say something like this, it's like self-portraying. But you can't help but look down or just back, can you? We need to move forward. Before, before, right? Because of this, we need to move forward. I think it's a good opportunity. Yeah, and good. He didn't have to force a sick strawberry to do that."

"Hey."

"Yes?"

"Long."

"What!?"

"Talk. Your story."

"... Really?

"Really, no. Obviously long. Too long. I won't stop talking at the top - do something about that habit. I'll throw it away."

"Eh, that's troublesome! I've never been away from my village, and I don't know the right or the left, so it's very, very much if I manage to be alone."

"So long. I told you to fix the habit of talking for a long time. Yes or no, you can either reply"

"Yes! But"

"No more questions, no more banishment if you try to imitate me like I'm impatient."

"... Roger that."

Ginger blocked her own mouth with her hands.

Do that for a while.

Well, it feels like it's on forever.

Strawberries lying on a sleeping table resting on the saddle of a temuzine, while unable to sleep due to heat and pain, close their eyes and quiet...... make it rarely a guttering momomohina, make it equally tiring facial heinemarie, make it a milieu with a nasty look on its face, and it is obvious that it is closing to a rap condition beyond the degree of gingie.

Was it a mistake to admit to accompanying Ginger?

However, it would be more convenient to have Ginzi for me to safely pass through the territory of Lu Sahagin. Gingee herself, after understanding the circumstances of the strawberry entanglement, bought me a guide and got out, and as she said herself, the role played properly. While it was still very short, I also found that it was the one who tried to act together and noticed unexpectedly.

Besides, the point is high that the species is not human, elf, or dwarf, and land sahaggin.

'Cause it's funny.

Both Elf and Dwarf have become friends, but Lu Sahagin is the first. Thanks. They don't seem to be the kind of people to hang out with other races at ease, so if you miss this chance, you might not get along. You can't miss it, I knew it.

The problem is that Ginger talks a lot, no, too much.

Probably a chatty bastard originally, but the stress that I was having while shrinking and twitching my parents' wasn't creeping me out, is exploding all at once right now. Leaving it alone will calm you down one day...? I wonder. It's subtle.

"Um, by the way"

Ginge opened his mouth again, so I glanced at him.

"What. Sorry about the short one."

"Yes. I'll be careful. No, don't be careful, it's shorter. Do your best..."

"It's too long."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Oh, no, I can't, because this is it... Oh, no, it's not a question, it's a short, short question, I'm going to ask you."

"... have a long foreground"

"Ugh."

"Let's do it."

"Become..."

"Existence gets in the way."

"Agu."

"Go away once."

"Kid, disappear..."

Gingee flirted, then twitched and spinning on the spot,

"Eh. How about it. Disappear... I can't believe you can! It's impossible, I can't believe it disappeared!

"What's wrong with the question?"

"Ha. Well, yes, I had a question, uh... I guess I forgot what I wanted to ask you!

"I'm not going backwards."

"Excuse me......"

"Fine, fine."

"Oh, I thought about it, question. Where are the Xaragis going in the first place......?

"I've never been out of the village, Lu Sahagin. Tell me, do you understand?"

"Ba, don't be silly. I admired the outside. I was sensitive to information about the outside. Even so, all this is hearsay and legend, so I doubt the accuracy..."

"Speaking of which..."

Heinemarie puffed her blurred eyes.

"I feel like I haven't asked you where you're going."

"Huh?"

And Momohina wrapped her little neck around her index finger.

Milliu laughed at

"I could be anywhere if Lady Xaragi were to go."

"Yeah, eh."

Ginzi made the fish's eyes jump.

"Don't you know it's not just me, but you all know it!? That's..."

"Sticky."

I'm, uh, sniffing,

"This is the way I'm going. I'm the only one who knows."

"... is that what it is? So, but I'm curious, I am."

"Right. Well, mind you."

"Oh, no."

"You're such a jerk."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Yes, no, but..."

Ginger looked flickerer at the strawberries,

"The situation is the situation, and at least about the destination..."

"Keep your chest excited, wondering where the hell you're going to get to. That would be more fun."

"But Mr. Kisaragi knows, doesn't he?

"Naturally."

"So you can't excite your chest wondering where Mr. Kisaragi is going to go...?

"Don't worry, I'm getting a little closer to it. I'm really excited about my chest."

"... doesn't look like much, does it? Oh, yeah, I'm Lu Sahagin, Mr. Kisaragi is a human race, and I don't really know how to express the emotions of a human race, so I kind of..."

"If you ask me,"

Heinemarie nodded, yeah, yeah.

"I feel like Xaragi doesn't put so much emotion on the table."

"Mmm."

Momohina swept one cheek,

"Right. I think you're happy, sad, and sad."

"My eyes say things to my mouth."

Milliu buried his hands in a pair of noodles.

"I wonder if what Master Kisaragi is feeling, what he thinks, can be perceived from the glow of his eyes"

Ginger nodded.

"... Humans are hard, aren't they? I'm getting anxious. 'Cause there's no land sahaggin' like me ahead of us, is there? Well, there it is at last. I wonder if land sahaggins like me can do well in human society. I really thought about it."

"Is it going to start again, your recital? Give me a break."

"Ugh! That's it, I'll do it!

"Do it."

We took a long break early in the morning because we walked without much rest at night. However, when I slept well at a time like this, I fell asleep, and my body rhythm breaks. I've gotten used to traveling a lot, and I know it's most efficient to act at a certain pace, so I left before noon. Walk to sunset, camp. Sleep at night and basically walk with the sun on the road.

I'm not in too much of a hurry, I rushed as fast as I could.

According to the calculations, when we got to the hills where we would reach our destination if we walked another half day, there was a single road paved with white stone. This white road, taking the White Road northwest, should lead to the former kingdoms of Nananka and Ishmal, destroyed by the immortal king.

So, conversely, if we go southeast on White Road, we have a place to go.

You don't need to be cautious anymore when you get here.

I fastened my legs.

Temuzin and Momohina, who had strawberries on them, were also fast paced.

But is it so easy to walk when there is a path? It's not like that. From what I've heard, this White Road is pretty old. Are you saying that the kingdoms of human races such as Nananka and Ishmal are the roads that took decades to develop, hundreds of years before they were sifting their prestige along with the Arabian kingdoms that still hold their lifeblood and were fighting each other but flourishing? Exactly a lot of damage but seems to have been repaired to some extent, totally practical level.

This means that there are a significant number of people travelling on the White Road between the cities that lie ahead and the territories of the former Kingdom of Nananka and the former Kingdom of Ishmal.

The former kingdom of Nananka is the territory of the Orcs.

The former kingdom of Ishmal is the foundation of the immortals.

Nothing like this.

That's the thing.

We're about to go to that kind of city.

When I crossed several hills, I finally saw them.

The sea.

The dark blue sea, which is becoming stained with darkness, extends to its end.

The building, stunned by a hook-shaped headland protruding towards the east, was illuminated by the sunset and glowed orange.

In front of the building group, high walls rise to isolate the headland from the outer sea. If we don't cross the wall, we're not going to be able to get into that city, except from the sea.

In addition to the cape itself being shaped like a hook, a breakwater is built. Harbor. That's pretty massive, too. Countless ships, large and small, are moored.

"The Free City of Vere"

I pointed to the great lighthouse, which stands on the tip of the hook, the city... no, the symbol of the city state.

The big lighthouse already has lights.

"That's our destination."