What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

"... hey"

I lifted my hair with my right hand and sighed.

"Lack to say, what is an idiot, what is an idiot? Can't you say something better?"

"Yes, I want to tell you, even I..."

The strawberry lay down on his face and pressed him against his own lap.

"I can't tell you, you know... because what can I say..."

"Well, that's good."

"Very well."

I'm following you.

"You're good, but I'm not good..."

"That's a tough one."

"She's a lousy woman anyway. I'm sorry for the trouble."

"You're not just reflecting on apologies, are you?"

"... that's... that's not true"

"Really?"

"Properly, reflection...... eh"

Strawberries suddenly started coughing. The strawberries right now, they're just coughing, but they're going to break their bodies. I ran up the spiral stairs and rubbed the strawberry's back.

"I guess it's because I can't."

"... I don't want you to tell me"

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"Where..."

Strawberries glanced at my left arm.

I felt blood on my face, which was blue and white, and in an instant I snuffed.

"Where are you... I just can't... eh. You only do unscrupulous things..."

"It's nothing. I don't do things that don't count."

"So... but actually"

"Don't cry. Asshole."

"Because."

The strawberry softly swept into my left arm as it brought a hiccup whimper.

"... this. What are we going to do? This is how it works. This... this... my light magic..."

"I knew it would heal."

"... but I need to try"

"Clearly. You're not cured."

"Phew... normally..."

"You're not cured."

When I pressed, the strawberry nodded, fumbling and shook his head.

"... which one is it?"

"Hey, something... there's got to be. I'm sure there's a way..."

"I hope so."

I stroked the head of a strawberry.

"You don't have to."

"... well, you don't. Let's go......"

"Don't get me wrong. My left arm or my left hand, if I did it, gave me a lot of monster. But that's after you get the emerald wet grass. You're completely irrelevant."

"It doesn't matter! If I hadn't gotten sick, it wouldn't have happened that way..."

"Instead, more people would have been eaten by Mosa. If it's your argument, those of us who beat Mosa to death, thanks to you, will be saved. Much obliged, isn't it?"

"Ah... oh and here's what I'll say!

"There's too many holes in what you're saying."

"... I don't know anymore"

"Right."

"Always, that's how..."

The strawberries shrunk their bodies in such a way that they nodded.

You're getting smaller, this guy.

You're a little taller than me.

For example, if I hug you full of strength, you're going to break it.

"Strawberries"

Calling his name, the strawberry looked up just a little.

"... Yes?

"Are you okay?"

Strawberries just stared at me with wet eyes and didn't answer right away.

I made sure to applaud the strawberry neck. The strawberries shrugged themselves,

"Ugh..."

and gave me a funny voice, but I didn't care,

"I don't have a fever. There is no rash. How's the pain? Are you eating rice? I'm guessing the Augusto bastard's special effects and they worked."

"... about that, what is it"

"Ah...?

When I went upstairs, I sat down in my chair and stuffed myself in an august with my books. It's not too much to say that I almost grabbed it.

"What do you mean, Augusto"

"... Huh? What is it, a stick to a stick? Is that it? You're back from Tear Island. When? Whatever, emerald wet grass, I did take it. You still had it. I thought they were extinct."

"You know, you let us go"

"If I told you it was likely extinct, you wouldn't have just gone to take it, would you?

"Don't underestimate me. Maybe not. I was there."

"It is"

Augusto twirled his long, long hair, which was knitted.

"Indeed, I may have been underestimating you. I didn't imagine you'd find emerald wet grass. Besides, aren't we talking about getting rid of that mosa?"

"I don't care about that. It's about the special effects."

"Special effects? Oh..."

Augusto sprayed.

"You mean the special effects of scarlet fever. No, there isn't, anything like that. It works for infections, Augustan made from mold...... of course I have a drug that I invented, but this doesn't work for scarlet fever either. Apparently, a mosquito or something is mediating and if you get stung by this, you're infected. I know that much, but even I'm a disease that's under control."

"Finally, you cheated on me."

"Yes, it is."

"How did the strawberries heal?"

"Naturally, thanks to this me, Augusto Crustrole. Needless to say. Is that obvious?

"Dear Auguste,"

And Dante came forward and pinched his mouth.

"Shortly after you were traveled, we started treating Mr. Strawberry. Special effects for scarlet fever do not yet exist, but it is sufficient to individually suppress symptoms such as rash and fever. It is a so-called symptomatic treatment, but you can expect to recover your strength if even your symptoms are suppressed, and more importantly scarlet fever is a disease that you can hope to cure naturally as long as it doesn't even get worse. In other words, Augusto has always had the confidence to heal strawberries without special effects."

"... hey, what... ugh!?"

Heinemarie is circling her eyes.

"Gyoo..."

Ginger's fish eyes are pretty rounded too.

When Giancarlo,

"Heh..."

and laughed briefly.

Don put on an arm,

"Nuh......"

and roared low, staring at me. What to do, it's up to you, your eyes say.

Strawberries and Momohina seem to be completely obsessed with the situation, and they don't look surprised.

"... no"

Milliu is looking down and shaking his shoulders. And then there was a puffy tremor, and things got awesome.

"Why do you do that......! If you had intended to help from the beginning, you would not have had to make an imperfect request to Master Xaragi......! How could you do such an imitation...!

"If you do not obey my demands, whether you are intact or unscrupulous"

Augusto had a satanic grin that Nitah......

"I didn't help her. Because not listening to me means that I don't want to help that much. Then I wouldn't bother to help you, would I? I'm not free. I'm not even a philanthropist. My time and effort are precious. It's so, so precious that my share is comparable to a year of ordinary people. If you want to use my help with that, you should risk your life. We should be ready."

"If you have something to ask for"

I saw Augusto's eyes.

"I have to give you something to get it, it was"

"Yeah, you're right."

Augusto nodded satisfactorily.

"How about you? Any complaints?

"None"

I shook my head gently to the side.

"It's not even like this. I gave you something I could give you, and you responded."

"Stick your neck in the extra, and some things seem to have been lost?

"This."

I glanced at my left arm.

"I didn't think it was extra. I did it because I wanted to. I screwed up a little bit, and I got the wings to pay the price. That's all."

"Huh... Huh"

Augusto narrowed his eyes behind the round glasses and had a fuzzy laugh.

"No, no. You're pretty funny. Dante, introduce you to Caromonte later."

"Yes, Master Auguste"

"Caromonte is a well-armed prosthetic. Enough for me to admit, so well, you can say the best in the world. Here."

Augusto let him turn the hem of his trousers.

Honestly, I was just a little surprised.

"I let Caromonte make my legs, too. You won't know it by staring at it. Nice work. If you get used to it, you can do it about the same as a real leg if you're about to walk. Because if you want to run, you can't. Hands. Well, functionally harder than legs. But if you put something on it, some of it will help."

Augusto let him try lifting and bending his wooden left leg. It's a smooth move.

"There is one."

I shrugged my shoulder,

Anyway, thanks to you.

I said and gave him my right hand.

Augusto clenched his neck wonderfully.

"... oh. Shake hands? This is rude. Those who wanted me to shake their hands didn't follow them."

"I guess..."

and Giancarlo shrugged low. Didn't it sound like Augusto? Even if it sounded like it, you wouldn't mind.

"It's been years since I've shaken hands with people. Not many years. It's been decades."

Augusto shook my hand as he said that.

Fingers were long, but thin and unreliable somewhere, dry hands.

I held Auguste's hand back.

"I took care of you"

"You just paid the right price."

"I guess so. But if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten that price. Thank God you're here."

"Well, so is that."

As Augusto bent his lips and waved my hand away, he turned to the book that was open on his desk.

"Dante. Get rid of the customers. You shouldn't be here anymore."

"Yes, Master Auguste"

Dante thanked him. Shortly afterwards, I witnessed a smile in the face of a boy who seemed so petty, similar to the sunshine that shoots as grace from heaven on a winter day.

I'm not being honest. I'm a subordinate. Maybe it suits you.

Strawberries are still not fit enough, so I have to keep them still, and I have a prosthetic case. We decided to take the inn and stay in Valle for a while.

The free city of Valle is a good city. The streets are beautiful, the climate is nice and vibrant. You can get anything if you don't thread it on the gold, and the rice is good. Seems cramped for the Gingee one, but rarely would there be more open land.

I explored every corner of the Valle on the road to the prosthetic Caromonte workshop to get my prosthetic hands made.

It's not original. There's a change from district to district, no, from street to street. I have a new discovery. It's such a good city, but I occasionally miss the island of tears. It's like an island where you can say there's nothing compared to Valle. But I have a family on that island. The races are different, and the awesome period is short, but the Sea Sahaggins definitely treated me as a family.

When you're done, bring your friends to live on the island of tears.

I don't know from what point to what point. I feel like I haven't done anything yet.

Whatever it is, we're still ahead of us. I have enough to sweep and throw away what I want to do and where I want to go. There will be more tomorrow.

One at a time, right?

What will you do next?

Thinking about it, I'm resting. Well, I don't feel like I need a break anymore. Figs are getting a lot better too. I thought it was time, but I hit a turnaround on the bed. Occasionally Milliu but Heinemarie sneaks into my room, but it's quiet tonight. Is it too quiet to go back to sleep?

I couldn't help but fall asleep even though I couldn't sleep. I'm up. It's dark in the room, but I don't need a light because my eyes are used to it. I have a tentative prosthetic arm on the bedside table. Hooked, sailors seem to use it a lot. Do you want to stick around now?

It'll take a lot of work to put on, and you shouldn't need it. Yet I was beginning to wear a prosthetic arm.

When I finished putting on my prosthetics, I left the room.

The inn is on three floors, with rooms on the second and third floors and a dining room and tavern on the first floor. Even so, it is a delicious dining room and tavern, and it is generally the guests who use it. Late at night like this, I'm upset that no one's here. Usually it is.

Not today.

One in the middle seat, sitting. Poop, I don't get the impression. Because your body is big.

"Don"

I approached him with a voice.

"Isn't that Don? What's the matter with you?"

"Umm......"

Don Bragn glanced at me for a moment before putting his mouth on the liquor bottle in his hand.

I sat next to Don.

"You're drinking."

"Omae too, jerk off"

Give it to me.

I opened the liquor bottle that Don gave me. Strong liquor stirred my stomach.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nye."

"Right."

I thought you were lying. No, that's not what Don's trying to fool me or deceive me. I'm not, I don't know... nothing, but I still can't sort it out in Don and put it in words, does it feel like?

It bothers me. but it's about Don. When the time comes to talk, you'll tell me what I need to talk about.

Until he met me, it seems Don lived that day. I also took Don's room in this inn because there seemed to be no boarding house. By the way, Giancarlo seems to have a proper home in the city. That bastard doesn't even show his face a lot, but he sleeps on a boat a lot, so if you go to the harbor, you'll usually see him.

Don finds a job and makes money, he pays for his own inn. Ship loading, unloading, and caution sticks. Dueling proxy for betting matches. There seems to be a lot of work to do.

I don't think they're all the right jobs for Don.

In the first place, why is a man like Don living like such a drifter?

I know there's something going on. I don't remember coming to Grimgal before. I don't care about the past, but I'm not even interested in Don. Don would be happy to hear it if he spoke to me. Of course, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine.

"Xaragi"

"Hmm?"

"Omaewa......"

Don said something and shut his mouth. Outside.

It's noisy outside.

I looked into Don's eyes and stood up from either side. When you open the door and go out into the street outside, the harbor is slightly brighter. I heard screams from afar.

"A pirate...! The pirates are attacking us...!