Chapter 129

Chapter 129: 129 \nThe next morning, I wake up pretty early and get ready to leave. Today is finally the day to go home. I’ve been vacating the house for the last ten days.\n

When it’s confirmed that you can go home, I wonder why you want to go home as soon as possible. Is that all you’re saying about that house being my place?

Marius told me that breakfast was with me, but yesterday today I would be more tired than I am, and I say no for that matter. Instead, I asked you to have breakfast with the servants.

Of course I don’t know where the servant cafeteria is, so I decide to wait outside the room filled with myself.

Outside the room, Mr. Liddy stood, apparently ready as well.

“Good morning, Mr. Liddy.

“Good morning, Mr. Eizou.

The two of us exchange morning greetings. From the moment I get home, Mr. Liddy will mean our family… should be. I’m talking about if the other three don’t refuse, but I’m thinking all three of them would normally accept it.

If the five of us, of different races and positions, could be friendly and hand in hand with morning greetings and the shrine, it would never be better.

I just told a couple of stories that didn’t have any benefits, and a servant came. It’s Mr. Bowman. I do remember him well because he’s a pretty great servant in this house, and he’s a man of a good width.\n

“Good morning, Mr. Bowman.

I say hello. Mr. Bowman looked a little surprised,

“Good morning. Dear Eizo, Dear Liddy. I didn’t know Eizo remembered me.

And he said hello back.

Oh, don’t you normally remember the name of the servant? But I don’t have a family name, but I’m not a nobleman.

“Well, you gave me your name, so if you don’t remember, would you excuse me?

“It’s also about not having such a demise.

It’s not weird at all to assume that I’m in quite a position because I’m your husband’s friend, but I’m officially an old blacksmith with no position whatsoever.

Me and Liddy were led to the servant’s cafeteria while I mocked Mr. Bowman.\nThey are supposed to gather at breakfast in the servant’s cafeteria, except for those who have a job in the morning and those who are not on duty.

However, most of the non-shift people wake up at the usual time in the morning, so it turns out that almost everyone but those who have a job now is getting together.

The Amur mansion is not a messily large house, but it is nevertheless the house of the Counts, where close to double digits of people were gathered. I can also see Matisse, who was in the expedition. He’s the horse in this mansion.

Assuming everyone thinks I’m a former nobleman who got himself into a blacksmith, I’m getting a little carried away with something like “an unknown lady wants to go to a burger shop” that’s situationally in the temple of a previous world story, but it seems better not to worry.

A young girl asked me about it at breakfast, so I told her about it on an expedition. I wondered if the old lady was an Amur family breeze, and she wanted to hear more about the last cave suppression than living in a position.

I’m a servant of the Amur family, but just in case, don’t tell me I’m the one who defeated Hobgoblin. “It was dark, and I don’t know if it was the captain or who else”. Mr. Liddy was slightly dissatisfied, but I’m sure he’ll understand why.

After breakfast, don’t let the servants get in the way of their work (if you ask Mr. Bowman, “It’s also my job to help you get out”), but I’ll just leave.

There, the face I saw appeared.

“Isn’t that Camilo?

\nWhen will I be here next? I’d like to stop by your shop then.

A cloud that holds plenty of water inside and makes it look heavy flows far away. This one had a milky white sky that contrasted with the meadows. It is the usual street.

On the road, Camilo also asked me a lot about the expedition. Don’t tell me who knocked Camilo over the Hobgoblin story as well, but you’ll probably guess because it’s about Camilo. He won’t do anything to the detriment of the Amur family.

The vigilance was not neglected, but nothing happened in the streets. Camilo’s story on the road says more people are being attacked these days.

The odd thing is we’re just looking for something, to let it go as it is when we know we don’t have it, and we don’t remember who the victim was attacked.

“It looks like there’s no real damage, but be careful the next time you come to wholesale us,” he cautioned, as they’re increasing patrols but haven’t found the killer.

Get off Camilo’s carriage at the forest entrance, wave and break up. He and I meet at a pace of one week, so goodbye is not a good thing.

We will no longer go through the woods of our own free will. Occasionally, small animals like squirrels are on trees. Seeing it reminds me of Miss Frederica, would this be rude to the boulders?

As I walked hoping I wouldn’t run into a wolf or a bear along the way, I heard a sudden approaching here from afar. I don’t happen to be running this way, I know we’re here for sure, and I’m going here.

I pulled out the short sword and tried to figure out what was coming.