Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

"No, I'm glad you bought it - thanks for hanging out with me"

That's what I said, I got on the bus. My other two forgot to buy Valentine's Day brother-in-law chocolate, so I came out of school and bought it with the two I forgot to buy and the four of the one who simply dated me. Not to mention my brother-in-law, it looks great, and I can expect it in return for White Day, so I can do it with a convenience store cheap. Without a thousand yen per person, the collection will be impossible.

The bus was empty. The four of us sat in the priority seat as we moved from the entrance about the center on the left side of the vehicle towards the beginning of the bus. This is the only chair we can all sit in line, and when someone comes on board who seems to need a priority seat, we just have to give it up. Until then, it won't be a problem enough to enjoy the conversation.

Misa and Snow sat on the leading side, and me and Yoko sat on the back side near the entrance. A young salary-style man with a face and a woman looking at an electronic pad in an OL-style trouser suit in order from the beginning in the chair for one of us, looking past thirty, is sitting again in this salary-style man. Behind it seems like a high school boy sitting back and watching on a smartphone or pad as well. There was an aunt in a chair for one before us who looked like she was shopping home. At the rear of the entrance, two high-school boys sit side by side with each other on the left side of the bus.

Another passenger arrived at the next bus stop. It's a high school boy. He looked out the window when he grabbed the leather in front of us. The uniform belongs to the school. Occasionally it was an unpleasant look at us, but not commensurate with the neat face there.

There's no end to our talk about shopping, about the boys in our class, etc.

At that time, the salariers who were sitting in the seat in front of us and the boy who was holding onto the leather paid attention behind us with a stunned look.

Their faces, dumb enough to open their mouths wide, became the last sight I saw.

I remained frustrated, only time went by. I didn't do anything for a year or so. I just lived. Because it wasn't the kind of body you could do something with. I was being a baby.

Recently, I was able to stand if I was finally grasping at things. Am I dreaming for a long time now? I even feel that way.

And the ritual of naming visited. Apparently that's my real name when I say Grinner Akdam. Guinee, they called me Guinee, so I thought Guinee was my name. Apparently nicknamed. At the same time, I found out about the status opening, but I wasn't sure. There were other characters with different colors, such as unique skills such as name and birthday. Mostly, terrain memory (mapping) or something, I don't know what that means. What does it mean to remember the terrain? And, I thought, I felt transparent in my head. I don't know, this feeling, for a while, I suddenly fell asleep.

I learned the words and started playing with the kids in the neighborhood. I already know how to use my unique skills. I feel my head has been clear for a while after using it. Clarity, there may be a narrative, but it seems strange that it has been cleared, so I can't help it. I can remember almost perfectly the buildings I went in and observed and the paths I took during that time. It's easy to remember. It's even easy to look over and think of it like an aerial photograph or a plan. I listened to God I had met before about this ability and learned how to use it. Sure, it was around the time I found out about the status opening.

I talked to God a lot. Apparently I died in an accident when I was on the bus. I was even shown something like recording a news show after the accident. Thirty-nine victims. The high number was due to the fact that a significant number of people had died even on the trains that had broken into the bus. He also showed me a screen like the victim's roster. I looked at it all the time, but they were all Japanese. Since my name was surrounded by red squares, I overlooked the names of others, but I only managed to remember that they included Snow's name. You won't have a choice in less than a second.

I asked him when the question was allowed, and he said that not only Yukino, but Misa and Yoko died together at that time, and they are being reborn in this world at the same time. He didn't tell me when I asked him where he was reborn. I thought what a mean god, but there's nothing I can do. And then there's my boyfriend (he's doing good with his new girlfriend now. It's been over a year so I can't help it, but I thought cheaters,) and asked about my parents' family, about my inherent skills, the concept of time, about money, etc. I still had more time, so I asked him how he could get back to his original life, but he told me that it was just as impossible to get back the time that had passed. Then don't say God or anything, but they told me it wasn't so omnipotent. I guess that's what it is.

Anyway, while I was doing so, time passed, and when I noticed, there was a window in front of me that looked like it said something that made people look like little fools. I shook away the window in despair crying and crying, and I fell asleep crying.

Years had gone by and I was traveling alongside my parents more often. When it comes to traveling, it's not called traveling. A merchant. The family business in my house was a merchant. I have a home in the city, but I didn't have a store. I'm basically a pedestrian traveling around a neighboring town and village about as much as arranging surplus items for sale in an occasional outdoor shop. Grain seeds such as crow wheat and poppy, purchased beast skins, little hobbies, soaps, cloths, clothes and other necessities are loaded into the carriage like mountains to reach those who need them. When I was not even ten years old, I sat on my parents' lap watching the carriage, but in time I started walking beside the carriage and riding on the back of the horse pulling the carriage.

Escorts often hired adventurers. We tried not to go to places that were supposedly too dangerous, but as I grew up on foot, the range of business was widening. Along with that, criminals like bandits cannot leave behind or fail to be alert to demons. Far away villages and so on say necessities, they buy expensive things that cannot be produced in that village, and if there are specialties in that village, they may make purchases.

Even when it came to specialties, they were mostly tea leaves, cigarettes, agricultural products, rarely enough to buy cotton, wool, etc., and wholesale them to a chamber of commerce bigger than home when they returned to their home town, Lombertia, or to a merchant who operates a spinning business, without dealing with very weird products (which means weird products in the speculative sense), and doing business steadfastly.

By accompanying me into business, my parents would want me to sell the face of my future successor to customers and suppliers, and they would have wanted me to get used to business quickly. Maybe not, but I think so, so I don't care about the truth or anything. Because taking my son-in-law one day and turning up the Acdam Chamber of Commerce is probably what my parents want from me. This will be natural, and I can naturally accept it too. Instead, if what God says is true, I have to live in this oath, and I would be more grateful to have a family business. My unique skilled terrain memory (mapping) is also a convenient ability. If it's where I saw it, I can look over and remember it, so there are some inherent skills that are suitable for the family business.

The first time I followed the merchant, I frequently used unique skills even in the sense of enlarging the atlas in my head. You just have to fall asleep on your father's or mother's lap somehow. Well, in time, I guess I've gotten used to my inherent skills, and I'm getting less sleepy. Especially since this often goes back and forth on the same path, there has been a decrease in the need to deliberately use unique skills.

My father and mother had a solid savings, and it was around the time I turned fifteen that I sold my current house almost and accumulated enough money to set up a decent shop. That's when the incident happened.

It was when I was hiring two adventurers to escort me down a winding path in a certain mountain forest as usual. A throwing spear stood against the adventurer on the right side of the carriage. It's a demonic raid! Sometimes this happens once or twice a year. I've also seen escort adventurers die in front of me by ambush. I got off the back of the carriage and moved to the left side of the carriage to shield the carriage. Your father and mother are also pulling spears out of the carrier. The adventurer, guarding the left side of the carriage, turned behind the carriage with his shield and ran to the right.

I have nothing to show you. Pork (oak) and medium ghost (hobgoblin) class demons must have come under attack. If you stick around and defeat one or two of them, they should retreat while sheltering their wounded comrades.

I watched the injured adventurer calm down. A throwing spear appears to have stabbed close to the shoulder of his right arm, bleeding out of a large wound. He seems to be able to use magic, desperately trying to treat it, placing his left hand on the affected area and trying to use magic, but I guess he can't concentrate his spirit for the pain. Blood is just dodgy from between the fingers of my left hand and the wound is not blocked at all. I thought I'd call your mother, but now she'll do the best she can because she protects the carriage from demons along with adventurers, and originally your mother can't do much magic.

I can't help it. It won't be enough to die soon, so I'll have to heal the wound slowly later. It would be first to get rid of the demons as soon as possible before that. I also tried to add up when I took my spear out of the carrier.

On the other side of the carriage, the battle seems to be taking place with parents covering for him, mainly the adventurer. But at first sight I doubted my eyes when I saw that battle. The opponent would be an oak from what I've seen. Not so many either. Five orcs are attacking adventurers and parents with spears in their hands. Often it's a case of an adventurer retreating with it if one or two of his orcs are seriously injured while his parents are sticking.

But this time the raiders were different from the usual oak even with the same oak. One of the orcs is riding on the back of a big dog demon. No, it's not a dog. It's a horrible wolf about 2.5m long with gray fur. The adventurer is finally dealing with an orc on that wolf, and his parents are hit with two orcs each. We have to help!

I hurried to take the spear out of the carrier, and I could only make an odd noise as I swung the spear to add up. I had learned somewhat from your father how to use the spear, but the intrigue is amateur. You can't even hit my attack. But this is fine. That's fine if you don't draw one closer. Because I don't need to defeat anything. That's why I'm purposefully hiring adventurers for high money.

I succeeded in drawing the attention of one of us who was attacking my mother while swinging a spear. Anyway, if you take a good look at them one-on-one, you can do everything you can to bring them into a state of antagonism and make them guddag. And I heard your father screaming, "Whoa". Has it injured me? I'm worried, but there's nothing I can do about it now. As far as I can tell, I didn't even seem to be particularly injured, so I just have to pray that the adventurer will do something about the orc on the wolf anyway.

However, it soon became clear that your father had raised his voice not because he had been attacked, but because he was in the mood when he stuck the attack in his opponent. One of the two that your father was dealing with was wounded. Yay! Now the orcs will pull away.

But what do you mean? At the same time as he witnessed one of the orcs get hurt and fall, the Adventurer of the Pledge of Request was named a wolf for his spear-piercing hand, and he was stuck with an orc spear on his disfigured chest. Useless paycheck thief! Though, there's nothing I can do. Father, do something! I'll try, too, Father! Oh, please!

With that said, what happened to the first adventurer to receive a throwing spear? Haven't you been able to treat the wound yet? I completely forgot that I couldn't possibly use much magic of the pain, etc., and I was completely angry that the other adventurer wouldn't come to join me. Now it's a situation where your father struggles with an oak on a wolf and another, and your mother and I are buying time against an oak one at a time.

Even the oak your father defeated wasn't dead. Looks like he's crawling off the battlefield and healing wounds. Well, I don't think it's that easy to come back on the front because you seem to be speared on your feet. But this adventurer had a spear on his chest. The comeback is more desperate than the injured oak because it would be seriously ill even if it wasn't dead.

But I guess I still reconsidered that I had to work for my paycheck, when an adventurer with a spear on his left hand jumped from the shadow of a carriage into an orc where his mother dealt him with a roar of "whoa".

The adventurer's spear didn't want to target him, he stabbed an oak in the chest and seemed to have killed him instantly. Yay! Now you'll be all right. That's what I thought. During the bundle, the adventurer who stabbed the spear into the oak nearly got his injured right arm eaten off by a wolf. The adventurer fell, and the wolf, who drove the excess, hit his mother as it was, and the orc on which he rode stabbed his mother with a spear as he thrust.

"Juli!"

"Mother!"

My father and my screams wooden spirits.

But your mother had already turned into an unspeakable wreck.

Looks like your father was stabbed in the lower abdomen by an oak spear in the gap he screamed.

No more.

I can only wield my spear in a mess while I get semi-frequent. Warm liquid falls between the legs.

That's when.

The man who rushed in to flow slashed and lay down the oak that speared your father, and as he half-spinned his body, he stuck his sword in the wolf's flank. As soon as he pulled out his sword and grabbed the oak spear riding the wolf with his left arm, he also stuck his sword in the belly of the disfigured oak. It happened while I was there.

And he pulled his sword out of the oak riding it with a recoil that kicked the wolf on, putting up his sword without alarm. The oak in front of me ran away at a glance when I saw it. And the oak on the wolf also retreated on the similarly wounded wolf while holding back the belly wound.

I was able to get rid of my predicament.

All I could do was stare at the man stabbing a stop at the remaining oak, but when I heard his father groan, he threw the spear he had in his hand and ran over to his father.

"Father! It's okay!?

"Oh, Gwyne. Are you hurt? How's Juli?

I guess it's earthy. There is sweat on my face that made me lose my mind like paper in white. What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do?

"Just hang in there."

That's what I say and look back at your mother. If he's still alive, he needs to be treated! I thought so and looked back, but the man who showed up earlier was crouching beside his mother and putting his hand around her neck, but when he looked at me he shook his head. Oh......

"Oh, Father! My mother! My grandmother!

Your father seemed to understand when he saw me crying out of overflowing tears.

He stretches out his trembling hand and strokes my head and says, spitting blood bubbles from the edge of his mouth.

"Guine. maybe I can't do it anymore. Listen carefully. The money is in the usual place. Dispose of all your luggage in Hengel village if you can. I can't give you my chamber of commerce license because it's a white one in my name. Anyway... if I change my stuff to gold, then... you do something about it. You... you can remember the way well and be a good merchant... should be... Gobbo."

"That's enough! Enough, don't talk! Hey, you, can't you use healing magic? Medicine, something, help your father!

I shout that out to the man, but he shook his head with a sad face. When you pinch your father and kneel across from me,

"Two men and a wife? The woman was out of time. Sorry I didn't make it."

That's what I said and bowed my head to my father.

"Ah... are you an elf? That's a good arm... Do me a favor... This way... to the village of Hengel... with my daughter... escort my luggage... will you? The gratuity is... 300,000... Z to pay"

"Let's take it on. Be sure to send your daughter and her luggage to Hengel Village."

"Oh, yes... yes... thank you. Give me my daughter... give me Guine... please..."

Saying so, your father dropped his neck like he was disappointed and out of strength.

I lost my family today.

The man who helped me was a young elf named Torkelis Karostaran. But more surprising than that is its face. For the elves, the lines are thick, and my hair and eyes are as black as mine. The eyebrows are thick, thick and smell masculine. Neither was his jaw as pointy as a normal elf, and it had a firm and powerful contour. However, there is an overall wild atmosphere, and the creation itself would be a beautiful range, but not a very elf-like beauty. My nose is low and feels a little crushed. Without ears and almond-shaped eyes it would not be an elf, and it would not be an exaggeration to say beautifully shaped Pu people.

The other side is surprised to see my face and notice it. My height is only about 130cm. Other than that, it doesn't really inherit the characteristics of the Mountain tribe (Dwarf), and as a Dwarf, the line is thinner. Mustaches are the only ones that haven't grown properly yet, but in a few more years I'm shocked but they should grow on me too. Normally I wouldn't be ashamed of anything else, but I couldn't help but see the face of the elf in front of me and my face rose from the common sense of my previous life, which I was undeniably reminded of. Embarrassing, I think so.

After that, when we finally properly observed each other's faces by becoming steps in introducing ourselves to each other, we realized at the same time. We have been having conversations in Japanese since then on the road.

The elf apparently called his real name Yosuke Sema, and he was still one of the victims who died in that accident. She was on the train with her lover at the time, and she's traveling as an adventurer to meet that lover again. My lover's name is Soma Tomorrowka. They were both college students the same age.

I was jealous of the lover. There was already another woman in the prince's heart who saved my crisis. But it's the elves and the dwarves. Even if we could get married, we wouldn't be able to have children. Besides, not that my lover is an elf. If that's the case, even I might have a chance. Wouldn't it be strange if the time came for you to understand my feelings one day if you devoted yourself?

Let's follow him.

I hardly even bothered to decide. Sure, it's a shame when it comes to sparing your father's remaining business connections and purchasing routes, but it's small for two horses, a carriage, and a king's capital, but it also has a house. If you don't leave King's Lands because you are a free people, you also have freedom of movement. It doesn't extend to the aristocrat, but it also has the sweetness that Japanese people would have the same identity.

Having disposed of all my luggage in the village of Hengel, I told him, as a courtesy of the escort, that I would give him the price of all the luggage I had disposed of this time, 3.8 million Z. If you're saving for a house, it's hidden in the back of a rathole in the wall, so it's less of a money problem if you give it all here. I don't even give you the money I originally had, so I currently have about 1.5 million Z.

'Take me with you. I don't have any more parents, so there's no problem. There's a carriage, and there's a house in Wangdu. If you're looking for her, don't you think it's not a bad idea to have a base in a big city?

while he returned 3.5 million Z.

'Thank you. I'm so happy for you. I'll take the money for the escort, but I can't take any more money. Besides, you can't be so sweet to someone else. But the King's Capital... there could be a big city. I've been avoiding the big city. So much so that I stopped by just to take my request as an adventurer. Quite a few small villages have gone around, but you certainly don't know when you'll find them in this... It's time to make some proper money...'

'Don't hesitate. I'll give you the money. I want to see my friends, too. Why don't we look together? Oh, yes. Next to the king's capital is a city called Balduk, and there's a labyrinth there. The adventurers are gathered here to redeem their magic stones and jewels. If she must want to see you too, it's time to leave the house, isn't it? Maybe he's playing adventurer, huh? Besides, Balduk could make some money, and I might go over there first.'

I say it with the thought of straw.

'... sure, right. Is it hard to move around to the dark clouds...... If it's a labyrinth in Balduk, I've heard the name about it, too, and I can imagine. I've been an adventurer for almost two years now. Sure Guineh is right, if Tomorrow Kaori is going to look for me, it's not strange to try to save money there, but...'

'Yeah, but?

"I can't imagine anything rough because of her personality... being an adventurer."

That's what I said and laughed bitterly.

White teeth glow.