Mushoku Tensei Spanish:Volume 05 Chapter 48

Esta traducción ha sido realizada a partir de la versión inglesa encontrada en esta misma página (enlace) realizada por Kanant Vaito.

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Volumen 05 Capítulo 48 - Confirmando los Objetivos

1ª Parte

Ese día lo pasé íntegramente hablando con Paul, aunque no es que tuviéramos nada importante de qué hablar, sino que simplemente hablamos de cosas sin importancia.

Empezamos charlando sobre lo ocurrido en la aldea Bonna durante los años que estuve trabajando en la ciudad fortificada Roa.

Por lo visto, por mucho que tuviera el equivalente a 2 esposas, no existió ningún tipo de exceso; ya que Zenith y Lilia lo habían discutido largo y tendido, acordando que no tendría relaciones sexuales con Paul. Aunque, por lo que me está contando, Lilia le pidió permiso a Zenith para el caso en el que acabara embarazada por tercera vez, por si llegaba el momento en que Paul no pudiera soportarlo... Zenith acabó aceptando este trato aunque no le pareciera del todo correcto, acabando en una situación favorable para Paul.

Hasta el punto de que siento envidia...

"En ese caso, ¿voy a tener pronto a mi tercera hermanita?"

"Nah, se resiste... y eso que a ti te tuvimos al primer intento..."

"Vaya, mira que concebir a un hijo tan excelente como yo al primer intento, eres un padre afortunado."

"Di lo que quieras..."

No me parece el tipo de relación que un padre debería tener con su hijo de 11 años... pero ¿qué más da? El ambiente es reconfortante.

No hablamos de la posibilidad de que Zenith o Lilia estén vivas o muertas, ambos llegamos a ese mutuo acuerdo sin palabras, evitándolo de forma intencionada; porque por mucho que habláramos de ello, era imposible sacar nada alegre de ese tema y acabaríamos arruinando nuestro humor.

"¿Qué tal le iba a Sylphy?"

"Esa chica es sorprendente, le iba genial, quizás por tu talento como su profesor."

Por lo que me cuenta, a Sylphy le iban bien las cosas. Todas las mañanas salía a correr y terminaba con entrenamiento para maná, y luego por las tardes, se iba con Zenith a aprender magia curativa. Cuando Aisha creció lo suficiente, Lilia aprovechó para darle clases de etiqueta.

"Casi podrías considerarla obsesionada, pero a menudo venía a la casa y algunas veces subía a tu cuarto a hacer algo, Ludy."

"...¿Sabes si Sylphy pudo encontrar algo concreto cuando estuvo allí?"

"¿A qué te refieres? ¿Acaso escondiste algo que te pudiera meter en aprietos, hijo?"

"No, claro que no, es imposible que yo pueda tener algo así, ¿no te parece?"

Paul me ha contado que casi todos los objetos inanimados de la región de Fedora, desde plumas, tinteros, estructuras arquitectónicas como casas o puentes, habían desaparecido; salvándose únicamente aquellos objetos que se encontraban en contacto con personas.

"¿En serio?"

Lástima...¿?

Por algún motivo, no consigo recordar el motivo por el que pienso en eso como una lástima, aunque en lo más profundo de mi corazón siento una enorme tristeza, sin recordar bien el motivo.

"¿Y tú que andabas haciendo por aquellas fechas?"

"¿Hablas de cuando estuve en Roa?"

Viendo como le interesa, no tengo problema en responderle, contándole todo.

El primer día en el que Eris me dio una soberana paliza, hasta el punto de hundirme mentalmente; como por accidente fuimos secuestrados y como conseguimos escapar; como aproveché ese evento para ganarme un poco a Eris; como aun ganándome su confianza, seguía sin atender en las clases; y de como le pedí a Ghyslaine, con lágrimas en los ojos, que me ayudara, consiguiendo con su ayuda que Eris comenzara a prestar atención en clase. Como después, fuimos haciéndonos mejores y mejores amigos; como aprendimos a bailar juntos; hasta que llegamos a mi décimo cumpleaños.

"Oh... tu cumpleaños, lo siento mucho, Ludy..."

"¿A qué te refieres?"

"A que no asistí ni aunque fuera unos minutos."

Para los habitantes de Asura, el 10º cumpleaños parece un punto importante en sus vidas, algo así como su piedra angular; les gusta celebrarlo a lo grande, haciendo entrega de importantes regalos.

No entiendo bien por qué es tan importante, pero imagino que será algo así como una superstición.

"No le des importancia. Además, Eris y su familia celebraron una enorme fiesta para mí."

"Ya veo, ¿y qué recibiste?"

"Un váculo carísimo llamado Arrogancia del Rey Dragón de Agua (Aqua Heartia); aunque el nombre me da algo de vergüenza, la verdad."

"¿De verdad? Pero si suena genial."

¿Genial? ¿Pero qué me estás contando? ¿No notas un escalofrío recorriendo tu espalda cada vez que escuchas el nombre? Aunque claro, en este mundo podría darse el caso de que cuando un objeto es una calidad elevada, siempre le acaban poniendo un nombre extravagante como este...

"Pero Ludy, Alphonse ya me lo ha contado todo, no hace falta que lo ocultes, recibiste otro buen regalo ese día, ¿no es así?"

"¿Otro regalo?"

Un segundo que lo recuerde... ¿otro regalo? ¿cuál fue? ¿a ver si se refiere a algo metafórico como sabiduría, valentía y poder...? Pues no, no recuerdo haber conseguido ninguno de esos tampoco.

"No te hagas el tonto, me refiero a la princesita de Philip. Hacía mucho que no la veía, pero he de reconocer que es una chica adorable y galante; me conmovió su dedicación por protegerte..."

Eris... ¿mi regalo? Siento que eso es un tanto fuera de contexto. Aunque claro, es cierto que Philip me dio el visto bueno, pero aun no ha llegado hasta ese punto; el Itadakimasu tendrá que esperar, la aprecio mucho para dejarme llevar en un impulso, sobretodo recordando lo que ocurrió ayer. Fue la primera vez en mi vida que nadie me daba un abrazo tan tierno en un momento de debilidad, y hasta llegó a darme caricias hasta que me quedé dormirdo. No tengo intención de traicionar a Eris nunca.

También es cierto que tenemos esa promesa para cuando cumpla yo los 15 años, pero aunque cambiara de opinión, no me importaría. Bueno, digo esto, pero es posible que me costara controlarme; cuando tenga 15 años, es posible que mi libido esté por las nubes, me cuesta creer que seré capaz de controlarme llegado el momento.

A grandes rasgos, esa era mi decisión en este momento.

"Eris me importa mucho, por eso, escuchar que fue mi regalo no me acaba de gustar, no sé si me explico...

"Bueno, teniendo en cuenta que tú entrarás a formar parte de su familia como su marido, más que ser tu regalo, más bien serás el suyo, ¿no?"

"¿Eh?"

Se me escapa un extraño sonido de mi boca.

¿Marido?

"Me refiero a que con el apoyo de Philip te convertirás en un noble, ¿no era eso lo que acordasteis?"

"¿De qué estás hablando? ¿Quién y cuándo te contó eso?"

"¿Cuándo, dices? Pues imagino que fue un año antes de la catástrofe, aunque no estoy seguro. Philip me dijo que tú y Eris os estabais llevando muy bien, y que te sentías fuertemente atraído por ella, es más, en la carta me decía que tú mismo querías llegar a casarte con ella... Por mucho que piense que los nobles de Asura son basura en general, como tú mismo lo habías querido así, le respondí diciendo que eras libre para decidir algo así, aunque..."

Ahora lo entiendo... básicamente, cuando tuvimos esa charla en mi 10º cumpleaños, Philip ya había finiquitado todos los preparativos antes de su propuesta. Guau... no llegamos a sufrir la catástrofe, y no me cabe la menor duda de que un par de años más tarde, fuera como fuese, Philip habría conseguido que Eris y yo acabáramos prometidos o casados. ¡Serás cabrón! ¡¿Qué parte de fingir que la charla fuera debido al alcohol no comprendiste?! Ahora tiene sentido que Paul llegara a la conclusión de que Eris y yo habíamos estado disfrutando del viaje; el se pensaba que éramos una pareja de prometidos, incapaces de esperar por más tiempo, dejándonos llevar y actuando como amantes... normal que se creyera que estábamos flirteando y metiéndonos mano durante el viaje...

"Por tu cara y tu reacción, diría que Philip nos la intentó meter doblada..."

"Eso parece..."

Ambos suspiramos simétricamente, mientras en nuestras mentes recordamos la cara del hombre del que estamos hablando.

Tengo que recordar que Philip es un noble, de los más prestigiosos de Asura. Ese mismo hombre ha tenido poder y capacidad suficiente para sobrevivir en un ambiente tan sórdido como es la alta sociedad.

"Aún así, tu relación con la princesita parece ser bastante amena. Por otro lado, Sylphy.... ah, nah, no importa, olvídalo."

Como para resaltar que había tenido un desliz en una de sus frases, las palabras de Paul se volvieron un poco sin sentido. Esto se debe, a que al menos por lo que sabe Paul, Sylphy todavía no ha aparecido.

Y aunque me dijo que lo olvidara, soy incapaz de no pensar en ello.

Puedo decir claramente que me gusta Sylphy, aunque es un tipo de afecto distinto del que siento por Eris; si tuviera que describirlo más claramente, diría que la veo como una hermana pequeña, o quizás como una hija, algo así como le han hecho bullying y siento lástima por ella, quiero protegerla; aunque hay que tener en cuenta que nos separamos antes de que mis sentimientos por ella crecieran más de la cuenta.

Aunque claro, no puedo negar que siento algo tanto por Sylphy como por Eris, aunque el apoyo que he recibido de esta última, hace que mi opinión de ella sea la más elevada. Aunque entiendo que la diferencia en este sentimiento se debe al tiempo que hemos pasado juntos, si soy objetivo, he de decir que ese ha sido el factor más determinante. En muchos mangas, las amigas de la infancia poseen mucha fuerza, pero es básicamente por el tiempo que has pasado con ellas; sin embargo, he pasado el doble de tiempo o más con Eris que con Sylphy, y en ese tiempo, los eventos ocurridos también fueron más importantes y memorables. Pero... eso no tiene nada que ver con que me preocupe o no por Sylphy ahora que no sabemos dónde se encuentra.

"Espero que Sylphy siga con vida..."

"Aunque no estuvieras ahí para verlo, esa chica se estuvo trabajando duro, así que seguro que estará bien. Quiero decir que es capaz hasta de conjurar en silencio magia curativa, y la magia curativa es muy valorada y excasa fuera del continente Milis."

"Ya veo... ¿?"

...¿Hm? Algo de lo que ha dicho ha sonado... peculiar.

"Un segundo, ¿dices que Sylphy puede conjurar en silencio magia curativa?"

"¿Hm? Vaya, hasta Zenith se sorprendió. Aunque bueno, tú también, ¿no, Ludy?"

"Soy incapaz con magia de curación..."

Lo he probado en varias ocasiones, pero soy incapaz de conjurar magia curativa en silencio; principalmente porque soy incapaz de comprender los fundamentos por los que puedes curar heridas utilizando maná.

"¿En serio?"

"Vaya, puedo conjurarla normalmente, pero en silencio..."

"Bueno, no sé mucho sobre magia, pero por lo que he oído, la gente posee afinidad con algunas escuelas, quizás Sylphy posea talento y afinidad para la curación, ¿no?"

Si ese es el caso, es posible que en el tiempo que no nos hemos visto, Sylphy sea mucho mejor maga que yo; empiezo a sentir algo de miedo de volver a verla, ¿te imaginas que dice algo como Vaya, Ludy, veo que sigues siendo un crío...? No sabría como reaccionar...

Durante nuestra charla sobre un poco de todo, el distanciamiento que había entre Paul y yo desapareció por completo.

2ª Parte

Ese día, por la tarde más o menos, vino gente a charlar con Paul; en concreto, eran la Onee-san de la armadura bikini y la pequeña maga.

Vaya, hoy ha decido dejar el bikini en casa y vino vestida como visten en general las lugareñas, a lo mejor lo del bikini fue un caso especial; aunque claro, como su vestimenta fue una de las causantes de la discusión, es posible que prefiriera vestirse un poco más discreta delante mía.

"Padre."

"¿? ¿Qué pasa?"

"Padre, quiero que sepas que confío en ti, pero para quitar cualquier rastro de duda, prefiero preguntártelo abiertamente. ¿Has sido infiel a madre?"

"Por supuesto que no."

Mejor, así me quedo más tranquilo. Aunque, no debería haber sacado un tema sobre algo que no ha ocurrido, ups...

Mi discusión con Paul se debió en parte a un cúmulo de sospechas sin fundamento, basándonos en la debilidad el uno del otro por el sexo opuesto, pero únicamente teníamos sospechas, que es mejor eliminar completamente a mi parecer.

Aunque por lo que he estado observando, Paul no ha tenido tiempo ni de echarle el ojo a otras mujeres; también parece que la catástrofe no ha activado ningún flag de colapso familiar. Aplicaré el ejemplo y controlaré mis deseos más oscuros una temporada.

Para terminar nuestra conversación, y supongo que para confirmar mis futuros objetivos, Paul decidió preguntarme lo siguiente.

"Ludy, dijiste que ibas a escoltar a Eris hasta la provincia de Fedora, ¿no es así?"

"Correcto."

Asiento con firmeza mientras respondo, aunque añado.

"¿O sería mejor que me uniera al grupo de búsqueda?"

"No, eso no es necesario. De todas las opciones posibles, creo que la mejor es que escoltes a un miembro de la casa Boreas de vuelta a Asura."

".... Suena a que es un cometido importante, ¿estás seguro de dejármelo solo a mí?"

"No creo que haya nadie mejor indicado para hacerlo que tú, sobretodo teniendo en cuenta que ella confía en ti, ¿no es cierto?"

Es cierto que Eris confía en mí, pero me pregunto si Paul no está sobrevalorando mi habilidad... Bueno, qué importa, me valore como me valore, quiero estar a la altura de sus expectativas.

"Pero vamos, dudo que te fueras a quedar en Milis-Sion por muchos escoltas que la acompañaran en tu lugar, ¿me equivoco?"

Como riéndose de mí, Paul aprovechó para soltarme una de sus bromas.

Si tenemos en cuenta la opción más óptima en cuanto a pros y contras, dejar que otros escolten a Eris es una opción aceptable. En ese caso, por supuesto, seguiría sin quedarme en Milis-Sions, sino que tras despedirme de Eris, iría a buscar desaparecidos por mi cuenta. En ese caso, una opción sería regresar al continente demoniaco y buscar por la zona.

Aunque, soy incapaz de tomar una decisión objetiva basándome en pros y contras, porque no puedo realmente considerar ninguna opción que implique separarme de Eris, porque quiero protegerla. Por no hablar de que no tengo buenas referencias de tareas dejadas a medias para comenzar otras; como hice en mi vida anterior con casi todo; el resultado siempre era que dejaba ambas tareas a medio hacer.

Extrapolando mis pensamientos a esta situación, separarme de Eris para dirigirme al continente demoniaco, podría llevar a que ninguna de las 2 tareas acabaran en éxito; por lo que creo que es mejor hacerlas en orden hasta el final. Además, tengo que pensar en Ruijerd, porque dudo que alguien tan cerrado en su forma de verlo todo como blanco o negro encaje bien en el grupo de búsqueda, por lo que podría acabar decidiendo marcharse, por cosas como que lo que hacen no es apropiado para un guerrero.

"Tienes razón, creo que lo mejor será que la escolte yo mismo hasta Fedora."

"Bueno, tampoco es que nadie del grupo de búsqueda sea más fuerte que tú, y dudo que seas capaz de dejarla en manos de otro."

Mientras hablaba, en la cara de Paul se dibujó una mueca extraña. Por lo que está diciendo, es posible que esté dándole vueltas a la derrota que tuvo contra mí; aunque personalmente, no la tuve en cuenta debido a que estaba borracho, aunque no creo que agradeciera que le consolara con eso, así que lo dejaré como está.

"¿Cuándo partirás de Milis-Sion?"

"Hmm... teniendo en cuenta que me gustaría conseguir dinero para el viaje, es posible que en un mes."

"Si necesitas dinero para el viaje, aquí tienes."

Paul se gira hacia las 2 mujeres, y Paul le hace un gesto a la chica vestida con un manto que recuerdo fue la maga que le curó; fijándome bien, veo que tiene pecas y actúa muy tímidamente. La chica se acerca a la mesa.

"¿?"

"Este dinero nos lo confió Alphonse-sama para ayudar en la búsqueda de miembros de la familia Boreas."

Por lo que me cuenta la chica, Alphonse dio órdenes de que si encontraban a algún Boreas en Milis, les hicieran desplazarse cómodamente hastsa Fedora, por lo que les hizo entrega de una suma de dinero.

"And that's how it is."

"I see. It's great that the money didn't disappear as alcohol expenses."

"Shera's been looking after the funds, after all."

It's pathetic that my father is saying this boastfully.

I won't say it.

"And so, how much is it?"

"It's the equivalent of 20 Royal Notes."

When I ask Shera, I receive an immediate reply.

Royal notes are Milis' largest currency denomination.

Using ￥1 = 1 stone coin as a reference, it'd be ￥50,000 per note.

There are 20 notes.

In other words...

"ONE MILLION YEN!"

"...What kind of reaction is that?"

Paul looks confused.

I'm dizzy from the money.

Anyhow, this half year...

I, who have been thinking about nothing but money issues, like a miser.

Such a person has suddenly been given ￥1,000,000.

"That much money... Isn't that enough to play around your whole life!?"

"Well, though I think it'd be enough to build a house in the south, it's not enough to play around for a lifetime, you know."

Ehhh, but it's ￥1,000,000, you know. ONE MILLION, YOU KNOW.

It'd be 1,000 Green Mineral Coins!

It'd be enough for a Supard to ride a ship!

Oh. While I'm being happy, one more question comes to mind.

"Ah, I have one more question."

"You still have more?"

"Yes. Though we had wanted to put a Supard on a boat at Windport, the voyage expense was huge. Though I don't know how much it'd be at Westport, it certainly seems like it'd be a lot. Would 20 Royal Notes be enough, or...?"

"So it's about that, huh...?"

Paul had crossed his arms over his chest.

He's not going to say something like 'Leave Ruijerd behind' is he?

"Shera. How much money is needed for a Supard to cross the sea?"

Paul had suddenly asked her. Shera nodded in acknowledgement.

"It would take 100 Royal Notes." she replied.

Could it be that she's memorized it all?

It was like that before as well, so she seems quite exceptional.

From her appearance she seems quite like a secretary.

"...!"

Though when our eyes met, she let's out a small scream and looked downward. The former-bikini person casually positioned herself between Shera and my line of sight. I'm a little shocked.

"Sorry. This girl is a bit bad with gazes. Please don't look at her too much."

"Right..."

The former-bikini person explains as such, and I have a vague response.

Though things are normal with Paul now, am I still hated by the other group members?

Well, it's fine.

Still, 100 Royal Notes.

That's about ￥5,000,000.

It's not an amount that you can easily save up.

I let out a sigh.

"Why is it only the Supard race that has such a high fee?"

"That's because the law was formed when the persecution of the Supard race was most severe."

From behind former-bikini, Shera replied naturally.

She replied readily, even without knowing about the person at the Windport checking station.

Though her boobs are small, she's got quite the brain, huh?

"Moreover, the noble presiding over that customs house is famous for hating the Magic Race. Even if you save up a stack of money, you might be stopped one way or another."

"Is that so... Um, could nothing be done with the power of Kaa-sama's family?"

"Sorry, but we're already treading a fine line with them. It wouldn't be good to trouble them any further than this."

In other words, smuggling again?

We have some bad memories with smuggling, so if possible I don't want to rely on it.

It's something that happened on the same continent.

It's possible that due to the links between the smugglers, we've already been blacklisted.

The more I think about the Supard voyage fee, the bigger the headache I get.

"I understand. Regarding the voyage expense, I'll do something about it myself."

"Sorry."

Saying that, Paul had grinned widely.

He then turned his head with a proud look, towards the two women waiting behind him.

"How about him? My little man. He's quite reliable, huh?"

"Hahhh"

"Umm..."

The two women exchange a wry smile.

Even if you ask that, just who was it that had been in a disgraceful argument with that son?

"Tou-sama. Please stop doing vulgar things like asking a lady about how your 'little man' is. People will suspect the Greyrat family of being vulgar."

"The way you're saying things is even more vulgar, you know."

Saying that, the two of us laughed together.

Though the two women drew away from us, we didn't care.

"Now then. Rudi, it's about time that I go."

"Yes."

Paul stands up and taps me on the shoulders.

It seems that we'd been talking for quite a while.

When I look towards the counter, I saw that the bar-owner was smiling wryly.

We'd stayed here through lunchtime as well, after all.

I'd better tip him a little.

"When you've decided on the plan for your journey, get in touch with me. Let's eat together with Norn before you leave."

"Yeah, I understand."

Saying that, I saw Paul off.

I was looking at Paul's back as he left the bar with the two women.

Seeing this I thought that he really was a womanizing, useless father.

Part 3

A while after Paul left, Eris and Ruijerd returned.

Eris had a large bruise near her eye, and Ruijerd was making a complicated face.

"What happened, you two?"

"Nothing. So, what happened with that man?"

As if to say she was extremely displeased, Eris folded her arms and snorted.

"We made up."

When I said this, Eris' eyes immediately narrowed.

"Why!?"

She smacks her clenched fists on the table.

The table broke with a huge noise.

Mn, well, it was quite powerful...

"I see. So you made up, huh?"

In response, Ruijerd looked glad.

"Rudeus!"

Eris had grabbed me by the shoulders.

She's tightening her grip.

Her strength is absurd.

"Why!?"

"What do you mean by 'why'?"

I ask, a little confused.

"Yesterday, weren't you completely depressed!?"

"Yeah. You really helped me yesterday. Thanks to your hug, I managed to calm down quite a bit."

That I could look at Paul's face today was also unmistakably thanks to Eris.

Had it not been for that hug, I might have secluded myself in my room for a while.

"That's not it! That man didn't show up to your 10th birthday either, Rudeus! Not only that, the journey through the Magic Continent was really tough! You were even thrown into jail in the Great Forest! And then, finally, even though you finally managed to meet him, he did something like that! You said that he rejected you, right!? Why are you forgiving him!?"

Eris had spoken in one breath.

I understand her point as well.

Certainly.

If you say it like that, Paul was the worst.

Had he declared that he hated me, I would have believed it.

Had I been a normal child, I'd probably have never forgiven Paul.

However, it can't be helped that Paul had failed in regards to me. I've inherited my memories from my previous life, and have always done things well. Towards such an irregular son, it'd be unreasonable to expect him to interact normally. Paul has trouble grasping the distance between us, and is troubled over how to treat me.

Moreover, despite the things I say, there are still various things I don't know about how a proper father should be.

I don't think that this is anything bad.

To me, from the standpoint of a son, a father is just someone who watches over and protects you from above.

To me, it doesn't matter how many times Paul fails.

My heart isn't broken anymore.

Though, there's still the fact that we parted ways immediately.

"Eris."

"What...?"

I'm troubled over what I should say.

Eris is angry for my sake.

However, it's something that is already settled to me.

"Tou-sama is just one person. He'll make mistakes too."

I said this, and then used Healing on the bruise near her eye.

Though Eris had obediently allowed me to heal her, looking at her expression, I understood that she hadn't accepted this.

When I had finished treating her, she sulkily returned to her room in the inn.

While watching her go, I asked Ruijerd a question.

"So, Ruijerd-san."

"What is it?"

"What's with that bruise?"

The bruise near Eris' eye.

She didn't have that yesterday.

"I had difficulties in stopping her."

He spoke calmly.

Normally he'd fly into a rage about people hitting children, but it seems that his mind had changed.

Eris had probably been violently struggling because she couldn't forgive Paul no matter what, but she and Ruijerd have a student and teacher relationship. Because of their training, this isn't the first time Eris has been injured.

No, look carefully.

Ruijerd's expression.

It's not actually calm.

He's not a man who makes a lot of facial expressions, but right now it's a little bitter.

It seems he was reluctant.

I guess there's no helping it, huh?

Whether it's what happened, or what kind of conversation they had, or what kind of circumstances there were, I don't know any of it.

However, there's only one thing I can say.

That Ruijerd and Eris were at odds with each other was my fault.

I was able to reconcile with Paul.

In that case, what I'll say is my thanks.

"Thank you very much. Thanks to you, I was able to reconcile with Tou-sama."

"No reason for thanks."

However, right now Ruijerd can't stop Eris without hitting her.

Without me knowing, she's gotten steadily stronger, huh?

Part 4

A while after that, we had our strategy meeting.

"Well then, let's begin the second strategy meeting since arriving in Milishion."

The location is the bar.

Thinking about it, today I haven't moved one step from the bar.

This bar is comfortable. There aren't many guests, as well.

"Didn't we have one just the day before?"

Eris isn't angry anymore.

I had thought that she'd be shutting herself up in her room, sulking, but she came back after about 10 minutes.

The speed at which she's able to switch moods is something that I'd want to learn.

"The situation has changed. Specifically, we no longer need to earn money. As a result, I think we should leave Milishion in the near future."

Receiving 20 Royal Notes means that we don't need to work for money anymore.

As for information gathering, I've heard what I needed to from Paul.

Regarding the Supard race's reputation, for the moment we'll be putting it on hold.

What this means is that the number of things that we can do in this town have decreased to almost nothing.

I summarize this to them.

Regarding the situation in the Fedoa region, I had been hesitant in discussing it with Eris.

However, I braved it and told her.

Rather than getting to the scene of the incident, and then tasting despair, it'd be better to prepare ourselves, starting now.

"Eris, it seems that our home town doesn't exist anymore."

"Right."

"It seems that Philip-sama and Sauros-sama still haven't been found either."

"It can't be helped, huh?"

"We basically don't know Ghyslaine's whereabouts either, and it's possible that..."

"You know, Rudeus..."

Eris crossed her arms, raised her chin and looked at me.

"I've already prepared myself for that much."

There was no hesitation in Eris's eyes.

They were eyes that as usual, held great strength, arrogance, and not a single doubt about her future.

It's not that she had forgotten, but that she had prepared herself.

That's what she had said.

"Though I think Ghyslaine is alive somewhere, it wouldn't be strange if Otou-sama and Ojii-sama are dead, huh?"

She said with a snort.

In other words, because it was tough for her when she had been teleported to the Magic Continent, she had already anticipated that others might have died. The situation should be something like that, huh?

No, she might be putting on a tough front.

It's hard to tell apart the times when she's putting up a front, and the times when she really does have confidence.

"After all, even though you'd been hiding it from me, Rudeus, I already knew it all along."

I have no idea what she had supposedly known, but I don't feel like she's putting on a front at all.

Eris has been in her own way, considering various things.

In other words, the person who had completely forgotten about Fedoa, was just me, myself.

It's kind of shameful, huh?

"Is that so? I understand."

As you'd expect of Eris.

While thinking this, I continue the conversation.

"At any rate, I was thinking that we'd leave town in about a week, but..."

"Are you fine with that?"

The one who asked that was Ruijerd.

"What's wrong?"

"Once we begin our journey, there's the possibility that you'll never see your father again."

"We've ended up talking about something pretty unlucky again..."

Because Ruijerd says it, the significance is a little different than usual.

Still, it's not like we're in a war at the moment.

On the contrary...

"Because there are family members who we might never see again if we don't search for them, I'd like to prioritize them instead."

"Is that so? That's right, huh?"

With Ruijerd assenting to this, we finally start on our main topic.

"For the rest of our journey, let's focus our activities on information gathering."

As expected, I think the amount of time we should stay in each town is roughly a week.

However, during that time we won't be earning money, but instead focusing on gathering information.

What we'll be looking for is primarily the teleported people.

The journey between Milis and Asura.

In this world, this is the journey with the largest number of travelers, and the largest number of merchants; it's this world's Silk Road.

Naturally, there are probably members of the search party investigating along it.

However, there's the possibility that perhaps we might be able to find something that our predecessors hadn't.

Redeeming the Supard name we can do someway or other, whilst carrying out this search operation.

However, the name 『Dead End』 isn't well known on the Milis and Central Continents.

We'd better have another thought about just how we're going to sell the Supard name.

"The problem is the voyage fee, huh?"

In this world, the act of crossing the seas itself has a special meaning.

Though there are countless ways of dealing with entry into another country when it's a land route, it's only the seas that are difficult to cross.

Especially for a Supard.

"Regarding that, Rudeus, have a look at this."

What Ruijerd produced was a single piece of paper.

It was the envelope from yesterday, that I had given up on trying to see.

I take it and have a look.

The words 『To Duke Baqciel』 are scrawled across the front.

On the back is a seal of red wax.

The design on it might be a family crest.

It gives a truly unrefined feeling.

"This is?"

"It's something that an acquaintance of mine wrote for me, yesterday."

An acquaintance.

Now that it's mentioned, Ruijerd did say that he'd be going to meet with an acquaintance.

"What kind of person is your acquaintance?"

"A man named Gouache Brush."

"What's his occupation?"

"I don't know. He seems pretty important."

I'm told that he met Gouache over 40 years ago.

It was on the Magic Continent.

Ruijerd had saved a group that was being attacked by monsters, and Gouache was among them.

At the time, Gouache was still a child and so looked on Ruijerd with fear and hostility, but it seems that by the time they had parted, they'd become relatively friendlier.

When he had finished escorting them to town, he was told that if he ever came to Milishion, he should visit, but because there was never the chance to, he had forgotten. However, it seems when we were circling the town to get to the Adventurers District's Entrance, he had suddenly seen with his 『eye』 and had remembered.★

As a result, he had felt that he may as well visit, but there was the chance that perhaps Gouache had forgotten. It seems that while carrying that anxiety in his chest, Ruijerd had approached him, but upon doing so, Gouache had remembered him as if a matter of course, and had greatly welcomed him.

Though he had planned to leave things with just a greeting, the two of them hit it off.

After talking about the journey up until now, it seems that he had said,

'Well then, when you get to Westport, show them this.'

Hitting it off with Ruijerd.

I wonder if he's someone a bit like Gustav?

Someone who'll immediately write a letter, and seems to be of important standing...

Hm, I want to try sneaking a peek inside, but it does certainly seem that breaking this seal will invalidate the contents of the letter, huh?

"This Gouache person is probably a noble, right?"

"He did have a lot of subordinates."

Subordinates.

It's quite a Ruijerd-ish way of putting things.

They're probably servants or something.

'A lot' is also quite vague.

Be that as it may, at any rate, he's Ruijerd's acquaintance.

It wouldn't be strange even if he turned out to be a Devil King candidate, aiming at the king.

"Did you go to his house?"

"Yeah."

"Was it big?"

"Pretty big, I guess."

"How big was it?"

"Not as big as the Kishirisu castle, I guess."

Kishirisu Castle.

For it to be smaller than this means that it isn't the White Palace in the middle of the lake.

It seems that as expected, they aren't royalty.

But it's something whose size is comparable, huh?

Hmmmm.

It's Ruijerd's acquaintance.

I don't think he'd be a bad person, but...

According to Paul, the noble in charge of the customs house hates the Magic Race.

If this acquaintance's standing is something half-assed, then there's the possibility that handing over the letter will cause problems.

It might be better to find out who this Gouache person is.

No, but there's the happy expression that Ruijerd made when he produced the letter.

I'd hate for us to end up discussing trust again, after having come up with stupid ideas about Gouache.

Well, whatever.

At any rate, I can't think of any other way of doing things.

I'll just let Ruijerd save face here.

Then I'll secretly ask Paul about the name Gouache later.

"I wouldn't mind even if we left tomorrow though, you know!"

I smiled wryly at Eris' comment, and ended the strategy meeting.

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