Chapter 7 (1/2)

“Gochisousama des.h.i.+ta. It was delicious.”

“Really? I’m glad to hear it.”

The sun has set, and the fireplace is both warming and illuminating the room.

Mora and I are in the parlor of the main tower.

After realizing that we were both hungry, eating became our first priority.

Fortunately for us, the bandits had stockpiled a lot of foodstuffs, so we, erm, borrowed some.

Cooking dried meats and cheese over a fire, slicing bread, and boiling bean soup was, of course, all done by Mora. She finished everything so speedily that I didn't have time to do anything. Let’s make sure to help her out next time……

I was so hungry that I didn’t have the leisure of tasting anything, but I got the feeling that what I had been shoveling down my throat was quite delicious. Condiments are probably much scarcer in this world, but many of the ingredients were so natural and fresh that I ate enough to surprise myself. The bread was hard and black though.

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“Well then, let’s try this again…..”

“Ah, yes.”

The conversation starts with me explaining my circ.u.mstances first. There are mountains of things about this world that I want to ask Mora, but I probably need to gain a bit more trust from her before that.

“I am from a country called Jiiteias that is so far away that it is probably beyond even one or two oceans.”

“Al……. right…… ”

Jiiteias is a country from the D&B campaign, and is actually the character Gio Margils’ birthplace. That’s why what I said was not a complete lie.

“As for the reason why I’ve come, even I am not sure. I think that most likely, I got caught up in some wizardry accident—ah, it might make more sense to you if I call it a magical accident. Due to that accident, I was blown all the way here, and while I was still unconscious, the mountain bandits captured me. At least, that is what I think happened.”

“I see……”

Mora is listening properly, but her face makes it obvious that she is not convinced. To her credit, even I think that my story sounds suspicious……

“Which is why in the eyes of people from around here—is this a country?—I might be a bit strange. However, I swear that I don’t intend people any harm, and that I’m not someone like Jyagul. That, at least, I really wish for you to believe.”

I then bow my head deeply towards Mora, to which she responds:

“...... Very well, I’ll believe you.”

“Thank you very much.”

“...... To be honest, half of it went completely over my head, you know? However, I really do think that you’re not an evil magician.”

“At this point in time, that is enough for me.”

I pat down my chest with relief. For now, let’s stick with this story while explaining to other humans.

“You’re really strange, Gio-san. You’re a magician, and even have a family name, but you’re still so kind to someone like me.”

“Back in my country, it is only natural to be kind to girls. Being a magician and having a family does not make someone great either……”

“At least in the city of Lelis where I live, only n.o.ble-samas have family names, and those who manage to become magicians are either n.o.ble-samas or, even if they are commoners, come from quite well-to-do families.”

As suspected, this is a medieval-like world. Social stratification appears to be alive and well.

“That sounds so different from my country…… Ah, this is also quite delicious.”

I take another sip of the tea that Mora had brewed—it is apparently called s.h.i.+l tea—and sigh appreciatively. It has a refres.h.i.+ngly bitter taste.

“Now, may I hear the circ.u.mstances behind how Mora-san was captured?”