c8 (1/2)
“Since Jinta has the blessing of a G.o.ddess, things are looking better than ever!”
Rifua is smiling joyfully and walking beside me with a bounce to her step.
The G.o.ddess at my side who had blessed me had suffered a crus.h.i.+ng defeat. However, my win has raised her spirits considerably.
“It looks like our home is located near Lake Elm.”
“Lake Elm huh……? That’s about half a day’s walk away from here.”
“That’s quite a distance, but if we could find a….. car or something of that sort, it might be quicker.”
“This world doesn’t have any automobiles, but are there horses or horse draw carriages as a more common means of transportation?”
Well, I don’t know how to ride a horse…..
“Want to ride in a carriage?” “Sure! We should be able to ride one there!”
We followed Rifua’s directions and found a carriage service with an older driver near the town’s gates.
“How much for a ride to Lake Elm?”
“That’d be 10,000 rin, sonny.”
Well, I don’t want to walk all the way there, but isn’t this a bit much? However, Rifua got into the carriage when I consented.
As the carriage began to move, it shook and rattled. Sometimes the ride is b.u.mpy, and sometimes it isn’t.
“So the roads here aren’t properly maintained here as they are in j.a.pan, huh? Uuuuu….”
“It seems alright for now. Rifua, you’re turning blue, are you feeling okay?”
“I feel like I’m drunk…..”
Hey! It hasn’t even been five minutes since we left!
The carriage suddenly stopped as I was considering Rifua’s physical condition. Taking all of this into account…. Why is this happening?
Looking into the window of the carriage is some sword wielding guy with a mustache. …… so that’s what it is. The driver’s being held up by bandits. He seems to have chased after the horse.
I wonder if this has to do with the information I’d been given at the gatcha shop. That, or the shop leaked the info to get the sword back.
“Hey, get down here!”
And so I replied; “This is really bad….”
I got out of the carriage on my own. Rifua should be okay. I’m feeling a little groggy anyway.
Around me are seven bandits. The driver was on his knees and had his hands behind his head.
“Oi! Are you the one that won the house in the gatcha today?”
Said the man I a.s.sumed to be the leader.
“Ah. Pretty amazing, eh?”
“Oh. That gold stone only seems to drop once every couple of years.— I want to know how you did it.”
“Oh, so you want me to hand over the house, or is it some other sort of talk?”
“Talk fast and quickly. I can make a lot of money selling that house. Do you have the key on you?”
The effeminate surface of the leader’s hand starts to move frequently.
Me, give you the keys?
….. I seem to want this house more than Rifua did.
“Big Bro!”
There’s another voice from the carriage. Has someone gone to take Rifua to the bandits?
The G.o.ddess’ face appeared. It seems to be really groggy. “Uuuuuu….. Stop it!…….Don’t sway so much!….. gently, please…..”
“How about this woman? She seems to be quite the beauty.”
“We could have a lot of fun with her…..!”
Rifua’s eyes rolled around a little, and then she fell down weakly.
“Stop it…. I don’t feel so good…..”
At that moment, Rifua grabbed onto the leader’s pants.
Sneaky.
Rifua skillfully pantsed the leader.
!?!?!? This girl, she… she… she pantsed me!”
“Stop…………….Iyaaa……”
It was Rifua, you’d better stop. Release your hands from his pants and don’t try to pick them up.
No, but… The leader’s face is red with embarra.s.sment.
“Big Bro, you wear briefs?”
“Don’t judge my choice of underwear!! c.r.a.p! Get your hands off me!”
“Your underwear is showing! That’s a terrible service scene! My stomach hurts! You’re wearing white briefs at such an old age, what are you, an elementary school student?”
(TN note: This joke works a lot better with a female character than a male one.)
I held my stomach and rolfcoptered on the ground painfully. Stop– Such an attack is unfair– ooohh. Am I able to stand up?
“Baaaaaaaaaaaaastard! Kill him!”
The pantsed leader finally pulled up his lowered trousers. His face was red with anger and shook plumply. The other thieves got excited at this.
“Big bro hates being laughed at! You baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.s.sstaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrdd!”
I wiped away a tear from the corner of my eye with a finger. I laughed. I haven’t laughed this much in days.
I noticed that they were highly motivated as they drew their swords.
……….
“—Eh? They’re going to fight? With a breeder? Bwahahahahahaha, now this is unreasonable! The look on your faces is just too much!”
“You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I won’t permit this….!!”
Eh–? They’re actually gonna fight?
Profession
Thief
Level
12
HP
2777/2777
MP
80/80
Strength
172
Intelligence
21
Endurance
129
Agility