"Oh, there you are. What are you doing here?

Called out that way, Milan-Math looked back behind him.

It is the backyard of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion. Looking back, it was the masters of a familiar inn standing there.

"I don't care what I do in my own house. What are you doing with those geese necks lined up?

"No, well, I need to talk to you for a second."

Milan-Math was just working on repairing the storage.

If it's a green moon, a bunch of architects come from Jagal. I wanted to leave the major repairs to you, so I could get rid of the repairs I could do myself by then.

Milan-Math looked around at the masters on the spot as they fluffed their faces with hand-tuffs.

"I don't know what it is, but it's a lot of facial rash. How's the inn?

"We're all going outside at this hour, so it's easy. That's why you were acting like an architect here, too, isn't it?

"Well, you can't waste your precious copper coins."

On that occasion, as many as three masters had gathered. It's not very normal to talk about my husbands coming all the way over even though they're not even close. Milan-Math also seemed to need to sit back and listen.

"So, what's a consultation? We'll talk in the cafeteria, if you like."

"Oh, no, it doesn't matter here. I mean, I don't want too many unrelated people asking."

"Because all the innkeepers pay to buy street food... it's kind of a tranquil atmosphere. Did you even complain about my business?

"No, no, no," one of my husbands waved as Milan-Math scowled.

"There's no way I'm complaining about you, is there? I just need you to talk to me. It's about Giva's meat."

"Giva meat? If you want Giva's meat, go to the market. I think it's time for the new meat to be sold."

"No, I've already got Giva's meat. Everyone in this room."

"All of them?", Milan-Math set to frown.

"I hear there were only four lodgings on the market where you could buy giva meat. So that's how the three husbands in there come together?

"Oh, it's about Grandma Giese from Rumlia's Tundo Pavilion who's not here. That old lady is famous for her culinary pride, so she must be able to cook fine Giva dishes on her own."

"Hmm. I mean, you guys are struggling without being able to serve fine Giva dishes,"

"That's right," one of my husbands dropped his shoulder disappointingly.

"Giva's meat is good enough to be cooked or simmered, right? That's why I never thought I'd be stuck like this."

"So are we. Not as good as Grandma Giese and Naudis, but we were a little confident in cooking."

"And yet, I don't know how well it works."

My husbands seemed to be losing power uniformly.

Milan-Math leans his neck unexpectedly.

"Is it something that doesn't work that well? At the very least, you should be able to cook better than Kimmus' skinless meat or Karon's foot meat, right?

"That's what I can't do. Since I've been able to handle all kinds of ingredients, I've been so pleased with the food from Kimmus and Karon. You can't just cook Giva."

"Why not? I don't know why."

"That's it, that's it. Even at the people's stalls by the woods, or at the inn where they had bought Giva meat earlier, they would have served a lot of fine Giva dishes, wouldn't they? So they compare it to that. As good as Kimmus or Karon's cooking, the customers won't be convinced."

One of my husbands said that with the face he came up with.

"Besides, Giva meat is expensive, so the price of cooking is higher, right? So, extra noise from the guests..."

"Oh. I only had my first couple of days of Giva cooking orders, and all I had to do was tease you."

"We, too, have only run out of guests to ask for the dishes of Kimmus and Karon. Guests who want to eat Gibba's food will all go to your inn or" The Great Tree Pavilion of the South. "

The youngest husband and others almost had a crying face.

"Keep it up. Then you're going to rot all the salted giva meat. You wanted a big one because of that, but you wouldn't be talking about this nonsense, would you?

"Oh, 'cause if that happens, will kick your ass."

"So... somehow, can you help me?

"Help?", Milan-Math was to frown again.

"What kind of words do you use to help? I'm guessing you're not talking about teaching me how to cook the Giva dishes we deal with at our inn, are you?

My husbands quietly shut up.

"You're frightened," Milan-Math said, trying to shrug his shoulders.

"No matter how much, he won't get through. We're drinking buddies, but before that, we're merchants. I used to have a hard time finishing the dishes, but have I ever relied on you guys?

"No, that's true...... so, but you, too, got Asta to do the hands-on, so you can cook a full dish, right?

"That's why I'm saying I'm the wrong person to bow my head. If you want to ask for a hand job, ask for Asta. If it was Asta, she'd be happy to take it easy on you."

"Am I?," one of my husbands lowered his brow butt.

"Even in the meantime, I've just had a sweet treat handy how to make one, but how much is anything not glamorous?

"It would be better to make such an offer to the merchant enemy! First, what can you teach other humans to learn from Asta lightly!

My husbands got so quiet.

In its powerless face, Milan-Math is aroused by another thought.

"I knew it. Thanks, I don't know. Is that what you owe Asta?

"No, I'm not. Rather, its upside down.... I'm sorry we didn't like the people around the woods, but we're just gonna take care of them like this, right?

"Hmm. I guess I'm the one who hated the forest people the most."

"But you've been helping Asta, haven't you? Even when the big sinners in the woods started making noise, they put up their bodies and protected Asta..."

"That's right," another husband says.

"Oh, my God, don't lend me a stall or something to the people by the woods, because I yelled at you. You remember that time, don't you?

"You pulled another long time ago story. You think me or Asta cares at all about that story?... or I thought I'd settled for it by bowing my head at the Chamber of Commerce."

"Even so, you're not gonna make a face for all the trouble you're causing Asta, are you?

Then another master sighed deeply.

"You've been helping Asta for nothing. It's only natural that Asta would appreciate it and give us a cooking guide. But we're not."

"Oh. From the side. Oh, it'll just look like we've returned our palms for our own gain."

"Besides, it's like this while you stick around selling me Giva's meat. I don't feel sorry for you."

Milan-Math was to have an indescribably complex comfort.

"I see what you guys are saying. Still, it's a mistake to wish I was handy. If this stops selling Giva meat, the Astas lose a lot, so why don't we talk to you first?

"No, but..."

"But it's not. Don't want a big man with a goose neck and all the crying. Asta and the others will be coming back to return the stall soon, so turn your bellies and bow your head."

Milan-Math decided to abandon that much and resume his work.

The Astas returned about half an hour after that.

My husbands, who had always said on the spot that neither oh nor this was the case, also managed to decide their minds at that half hour, and I was taking consultations to Asta.

"Yeah? That's a nasty thing to do! I get it. Let's do something about it."

When he heard the story, Asta said so.

My husbands are like beginner little daughters.

"Hey, I'm sorry about something. Neither do we. I don't think we're gonna be able to sell this much food..."

"No, this one was the one with sweet prospects. We should have anticipated this in advance."

That said, Asta smiled with a grin.

"Before I go back to the woods, I'll be talking to Tapas from Tanto's Grace Pavilion. I'll ask you if you can hold a study session in that kitchen, just like you did in confectionery."

"Yeah, but this is what we said on our own, so you're not getting any rewards, are you? Oh, no, of course I think we can get about a fee out of us..."

"There's no such thing as a fee. If we sell a lot of giva meat as a result, that's what we make. Don't worry about anything."

Raina-Lou, who had refrained instead of Asta, also nodded, "Right."

"If this stops selling giva meat, the meat you're preparing will also be wasted. I guess this is a necessary thing to do in order to continue selling Giva meat in the Inn Town."

That seemed to put the story together.

The three masters return in a frightened manner. Ever since I dropped that back off, Asta has been breathing.

"He talked to me early and it helped. After all, Giva cuisine becomes expensive, which means that the customer's ideal will also be higher."

"Hmm. You guys have been selling a lot of fine Giva dishes, so naturally, it's a natural story. Let me tell you something, we were strangled by what we did."

"Haha. So I'd be glad if you guys wanted a better giva dish."

After saying it that way, Asta smiled innocently again.

"Besides, I'm glad your innkeeper's husband was able to crack his belly and talk like this once in a while. If you think of the old, sinister relationship, you want to dream."

"... that's what you did, but no matter how neglected you are, you've been doing business for a long time."

"Yes, thanks to Milan-Math for not letting us go in the most critical times"

So Asta has bowed her head to Milan-Math.

"Now I'm going to go talk to Tapas. Thanks again tomorrow, Milan-Math"

"Oh. You're an outlaw."

Ahead of Asta, a bunch of people by the woods walk away.

Milan-Math snapped, "Oh, man," to no one.

(So from the start, I should have talked to Asta)

With that in mind, Milan-Math took up the saw to cut the plate.

The chest was filled with unsatisfactory satisfaction.

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It was only ten years ago that Milan-Math's companion returned his soul.

He was not physically sturdy from the beginning, but lost his brother, who was the only family except Milan-Math and his daughter, which made him feel weaker at once and left him sick.

It was the people by the woods who killed their partner's brother.

Now I know who I am. These are the Sung family's great sinners, who were the chieftains of the forest.

The brother of his partner was the deputy head of a large Chamber of Commerce. So he said that he wanted to open a new path to the foothills of Morga so that he could deal with Sims more often, etc.

I wasn't sure about Milan-Math, who had never even left Genos, but because the forest that spreads at the foot of Morga is so vast, he said, trying to bypass it would make it a much harder journey to get to Sim.

So the brothers of his companion planned to break through the woods at the foot of the mountain. He also talked to the nobility of the castle township and asked the people of the woodland to guide him to establish a safe passage through the Morga Forest.

As a result, it became a living thing.

From that time on, the great sinners of the Sung family had attacked travellers and chambers of commerce, and it was the nobles of Genos who had guided them. Seeking help from such people was similar to screwing your own head into the mouth of a hungry beast.

So the trade union was to be wiped out.

In the Morga Forest, Gibba attacked us, killing all the great sinners.

Thus the brother of his companion was to give his soul back.

The companion of Milan-Math, who had conquered the world, was also to return his soul.

In that period, moreover, some returned another soul.

of the head of the trade union, a woman who was a companion.

The woman had a child in her belly, and she was going to give birth in the grief of losing her companion - and when she gave birth to the child, she returned her soul as it was.

For Milan-Math, he's a thin opponent.

However, there were only old people left in that house, so it was not an environment where we could properly raise an infant.

So Milan-Math decided to take the baby. The figure of the woman, who died in disillusionment, overlapped with her own companion, and could not be left alone at all.

Milan-Math had just lost his partner too, and his daughter Terrier-Mass was still young, but he had a deep bond with a nearby person in order to get help with the inn. I chose an affordable person from among them and decided to have that baby raised in the inn. That is Late, who later becomes a disciple of Camua-Josh.

(He was always smiling, but I guess he had different feelings in his belly)

After ten years and a little while, the great sinners of Moribe and Castle Town were to be judged. It was Kamua-Josh, the windmill, who joined forces there. Without telling Milan-Math anything, Camua-Josh was on the run to try the great sinners. Late was also talking about how he was helping to do so.

It was roughly three years ago that Late apprenticed to Camua-Josh.

Late today was supposed to be twelve, so he was nine years old and he was already throwing himself into the fate of being a "Guardian" apprentice, etc.

Late only said, "I'd like to see more different worlds," but I didn't think it would just pop out of the raw house with such vague thoughts.

"Guardian" is a man who paves the way only with the arms of his sword. So I'm sure that means that Late also wanted the power to open up his own destiny.

Furthermore, a man named Kamua-Josh asked to gather stories about the people by the woods from that time on. Yeah, I guess that's why Late was so distracted by Camua-Josh.

Weren't the great sinners by the woods who were not guilty of anything while killing their own father - and didn't Leyt seek strength to wave the blade of absolution down on it? To Milan-Math, it never seemed that way.

Milan-Math, after all, had spent only ten years with nothing to exchange.

My partner's brother was dead clutching the hunter's necklace. So weren't the men of the Chamber attacked by the people by the woods, not by Gibba - Milan-Math complained that way, but the guards did not try to move anything.

If the nobles of Castle Town were in charge of one stick of the great sinners, then so be it. From that time on, the people of Moribe were in a position not to be guilty of making a scene in the boarding town. In addition, rumors had been whispered that the people of the woodland were attacking other chambers of commerce, but it was the Red Beard Party, which had given its name as an immortal bandit, who had been executed as its culprit.

Milan-Math's companion was in mourning, not just because he lost his brother. It was in despair of the situation that the great sinners who murdered my brother remained wild, and were never to be held accountable, that they were to befall the world.

Nobility is the proxy of God. Selva is the name of the kingdom and the name of God. The king of Selva was a noble being chosen by Western gods, and nobility was the ruler of a people recognised by that king.

If God is absolute, the king is absolute, and the nobility is absolute. There is no such thing as a man of Shirai thanking his nobility. The absolute fact that the nobleman had forgiven the sins of the great sinners was that no one could be tried anymore.

Therefore, there was no exchange left for Milan-Math either.

All I could do was lose my partner, hold my toddler, and live hard.

Milan-Math lived his days with the wrath of the great sinners by the woods and the nobles of Genos who allowed it, like a hot and mellow broth.

That was how, after all ten years, Milan-Math was touring with Asta of Fa's house, an odd young man who named his family by the woods.

Asta in Fa's house was a truly odd young man.

On the outside, it only looks like the people of the west. Dark eyes on black hair were a rare shade, but it's not like they're not even from the west. Also, in Genos, where humans gather from different lands, there were as many humans with a more odd appearance.

But then I heard that Asta came from outside the continent.

I don't get the first point, but when I realized it, they were falling in the Morga Forest.

Genos is an inland land land, so there is no way that such a story is possible. It takes more than a month to get from the outer sea to Genos. Without letting Totos pull the luggage, it may also be possible to reduce the time in half if we try to switch from town to town, but that did not apply in the case of Asta either.

"I don't know why I'm so refreshed."

Asta herself spoke that way.

Thus, whenever he spoke of his hometown or his origins, Asta was always smiling and letting the light of deep sorrow shine in his eyes.

I don't even know how I got here, so I don't even know how to get home.

So Asta decided to make the forest settlement her final destination.

(Still, Asta must have visited the woodland to visit)

Milan-Math thinks that way.

The people of the woods, who never tried to open their hearts to the people outside, only opened their hearts to Asta. So now, we are even starting to do business in Inn Town. It also seemed that the trial of the great sinners of Moribe and Castle Town could not be fulfilled without Asta's diligence.

Thus, the forestside people, who were so abhorrent, now spin a definite interaction with the people of the Inn Town.

About a year ago, no one could imagine it until Asta showed up, it was a miraculous situation.

(It wasn't in the hands of one Asta who was able to bring the great sinner to justice. Camua-Josh and Leyt and the folks by the woods and the nobles of Genos were probably able to accomplish this because they stood up in total)

But nevertheless, the useful actor who connected the people of Genos to the people of the woods was supposed to be Asta.

Milan-Math never doubted a single point.