Vol 1 Chapter 15 (2/2)
“So else?”
“My Niece is looking to have a difficult delivery Because of the store, I can’t go check how things go, but I’d like to send a charm, at least”
“I see”
Fujiwara’s assu
So that he should help as much as possible
Fujiwara put a finger on his glasses, tracing his h for any aht possibly help the Goodwife
“I know just the thing to help However, I think we are out of stock now, unfortunately
“Is that so? If you find it in sock, you should sell it to me; I’ll buy it almost certainly” “I see I’ll confirm that none of my acquaintances stores have them, either
“I’”
Fujiwara finished the transaction and tendered the paper bag
It was unexpectedly bulky, the biscuits seemed to be a lot more packed that what he ordered fro in
The Goodwife explained,
“Please help me with those They aren’t on therid of them
“Thank you veryto cut them with?”
“You’re not yourwith a dial of Liquor”
“That person is in Western Maze City”
“Oh, I see Is it for business?”
“Eh, that person says so, but who knows”
Teacher had left to buy things o What or how much of what, Fujiwara did not know, but in this recession it seemed like there would be no money to make
Work was just a pretext, the true purpose of the travel was clearly to leave responsibilities behind
On the long run ho back at that is with them to the extent you couldn’t eat them
Even with all of these troubles, he could at least eat good food
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Fujias on his way home Time had passed, and Fujias near the store, when he found a passed out silhouette in his way
There’s the entrance to the Dungeon right nearby, and some people would pass out fro it to the clinics, so they’d sometimes need a bit of help
Perhaps he’d be kind
Of course, it was his teacher’s ‘welco’ policy that stated “Actively strive to win new custoave him no choice either way
But he had an unpleasant hunch once he got in its vicinity Sonition
The fallen down Seeker looked like a deformed soldier
They were fitted with full body araps with steel, from the very tip of the head to the very tip of the toe, and he finally made the association
“…”
Miss “Footsteps of Death” again
A fledgling who solo’d their way to the tenth floor, one who had o nicknames by force Even with the public eye on theender, race, name, or so forth
But Fujiwara knew that, contrary to this dangerous appearance, they were a seventeen or eighteen year old woman
Of course, that is because this is the second time he’d have to treat her ills
He recalled how she had nearly killed hi
But, he couldn’t just leave her alone, potentially badly injured Giving up, he sighed and approached her
“…What? Isthat you?”
“That pretext is rude, even at the very beginning of your speaking”
What it was, however, was surprise at a familiar face
“…Hmph”
“You took another poison trap this time, too?”
“I don’t repeat the same mistake twice”
“I see”
Because she had her face covered he couldn’t tell, but he was certain she was hty face
Even so, when sprawled out in this position, force and dignity are a no
Despite thinking as much, this was Fujiwara’s first proper discussion with her Last time she was badly ill and they hadn’t said a decent word
“By the way, don’t say anything about me”
“I have not so far Didn’t you say you’d kill me if I talked?”
“Okay, keep that in mind and I’ll keep you still alive”
“Yes, thank you”
She said this so far with a disdainful tone, one indeed very haughty in nature (tl: Full Metal Ojou-Sarown up Anemone as more of a ‘cool, pleasant’ voice, somewhat monotone even, mainly to contrast with her insanely iri)
Between master, this wonderful individual, and the Goodwife, all of theh pride in themselves, Fujiwara mused
“…”
Miss “Footsteps of Death” was still in no condition to get up
There are other circumstances that could kill off movement, besides Poison
He looked about It couldn’t be numbness or petrification, because she had auntlet was a little warped and she was injured, but that see
“What… On earth?”
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Fujias asking rong with her but a nificent sound interrupted hiuess the circumstances
“…”
“…”
After a while, the miss moaned out a ‘…damn’
He wanted to just leave her there, but he marveled at her dedication to the full body arh she was clearly eer, her expression was hidden by that beetle helmet, so Fujiwara could not see it
Fujiwara proposed, “Umm, I have some coffee and biscuits, would you like them?”
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“…Eat…Food…”
Fujiwara nodded at the affiret the wheelbarrow he had used before to take her back to the Good Old Magician’s Shop quickly
Fujiwara also hoped that his kindness wouldn’t get him killed (tl: It will)