Chapter 47 - First Episode

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I welcome the morning while riding the Ortem trolley.

I can see the sun rising over the mountains.

This kind of thing is a bit exciting because it’s so travel-like.

“…Gizel, she must be mad at me.”

I blurted out to myself.

It would be at least three years before I return to the village.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a copy of the map from the chief’s house.

According to the map, the lake should be in sight by now, but there was nothing but forest all around.

The map was pretty sketchy, so I can’t get a good sense of the distance.

I took three maps that seemed to be as accurate as possible, but even if I had a few, they were not very helpful.

Perhaps it’s inevitable because the Marren people don’t have much opportunity to interact with the outside world, but this map The quality of the map is not good enough.

There is even a map with some sort of a map drawn in the check-marked circle.

Even if I compare it with others, I can’t find anything of interest.

What’s the point of all this? I won’t bother to go all the way around to check this, but I’m a little curious.

It looks like an old map, maybe the lake has been reclaimed long ago. I wonder if it’s possible.

I can’t help but think about such a crazy thing.

Anyway, I’ll try to go straight ahead a bit more.

I am aiming at the city of Lomarn.

It is said that Lomarn has a lot of trade and drifters.

I’ve heard that the security is not so good, but because of that, the regulations on chimeras and dangerous magic tools should be loose.

It’s also easy to handle the items I brought in from the village.

Since I came all the way to the Capital, I have to go to the place where I can get various magic ores and grimoires. I’d like to try it.

…although the information is a bit outdated, so I’m a bit dubious about what it looks like now.

When I was about to put the map copy away, it shook badly.

The shaking caused me to let go of my hand and drop one of the copies of the map. The paper rode the wind and flew off into the distance.

“Aho! Aho!”

The bird quickly flew over and flipped itself around with the paper in its mouth.

It flew away with a bang.

“This bird!”

I thought about making it into a grilled chicken, but it’s no use getting my eye on it.

I have three copies of the map anyway.

I could easily shoot it down with magic, but I don’t want to go all the way back to get them either.

”Hey hey, get a grip.”

Originally, the one at fault is the Ortem Trolley for badly shaking.

The one made it is me, though.

I lightly tapped the front of the Ortem trolley on its face.

Then I crouched down and then let out a gasp, and the totem trolley shook again and It slowed down.

“Huh?”

It wasn’t so much that it had slowed down, but rather that the power had stopped working.

It seems to be relying on the extra power to run now.

As I feared, it was slowing down more and more and coming to a stop soon.

“You’re kidding! Hey!”

I shouted and hit the side of the totem trolley with a clatter.

“Move! I said move it! You! You! Move, please! Wait, please!”

It’s not responding.

This is not good. We’re a long way from the village and our destination.

We’re going to die in the wild if we don’t move.

“Move, please! Excuse me! I’m sorry for coming on so strong earlier, Ortem Trolley-san! Of course, there will be shaking! Sometimes I want to shake things up too!　It was my fault for not holding the map properly, so please don’t get in a bad mood! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry to be so stingy with the ride!”

I tried to cut my cross and apologize, but of course, there was no response.

It seems that the magic power has been completely drained out of him.

For now, let’s give it magic power again.

Let’s reset it and start by pressing the start button.

This is the basis of what I do when my computer goes bad. This is what’s called a “previous life knowledge cheat”.

“Oh Puppets, Dance”

I waved my wand and the wheels rattled and shuddered.

Then black smoke rose from Autem’s mouth in front of me, boffing.

“N-no way! Ortem Trolley-san!”

I went down and inspected the Ortem trolley.

As a result, the magic ore called Ledda, which accumulates magic power, was cut out, and the part that was cut out was filled with an Emict. It turned out that another magic ore had been applied to it.

Emict had originally intended to use it for this part of the body, but when a certain amount of magical power flowed through it, its properties change and it doesn’t function. I decided to use a Ledda because of the drawbacks…

It’s inconceivable that I’ve attached it by some mistake.

I cut out the magic ore on purpose and attached it to it.

Not to break it, but to do such an elaborate imitation of it so that it probably won’t work in time.

It was designed to stop working after exactly one-fifth of a full charge of magic.

The Totem Trolley is my original.

If I didn’t know exactly how it works, I wouldn’t be able to do this.

Even the Chieftain would probably not be able to do something like this without me noticing. …

“Don’t tell me that Gizel…”

Gizel would know about Ledda and Emict’s magic ore.

I remember saying proudly, “I thought it would stop working immediately, but it seems that the converted magic power had changed Emict’s nature. I think it will work if I make it into a Ledda”.

I had also written down the fact that I could do the trick of the time difference thing, because I thought it could be applied to something.

I wrote it with my own letters and symbols, breaking it down into bits and pieces, hoping I would understand, perhaps I could decipher it.

If you remember that one, this level of crafting is possible without being familiar with the whole mechanism.

The magic ore in Ledda is not that valuable.

That’s why I didn’t bother to load them on the trolley either.

It’s only natural since the luggage is already full.

If I had been able to replace the whole thing, I could have noticed and repaired it before I left the village.

If they had been wrecked, they could have rebuilt the day tomorrow. We could have taken other steps.

However, If I show up at the village with the previous offense of escaping at night just to collect materials, then leave the village again. I can’t do that.

For the record, I don’t have the guts to do that.

They’re definitely coming to break my heart after foreseeing my character.

No, but would Gizel do something like this?

It’s true that Gizel may be the only person in the settlement who can do this.

But with Gizel’s character makes it hard to imagine her using such a prolix and insidious move.

If Gizel had sensed that I was planning to leave the village, she would have cried to me right then and there.

“Then I’ll wait for you to return. I’m sure you’re not feeling well, so take care not to collapse on the way. Don’t push yourself, and if it gets hard, please turn back immediately, okay?”

Suddenly, Gizel’s words passed through my head.

These were the words Gizel had spoken to me as I was heading to the Chief’s house.

”Ah……”

Don’t tell me that she said that expecting the I would run away in the middle of the night?

At this distance, if I turn back, I can barely crawl home with my strength.

It’s really just barely.

If I dumped all of our luggage and kept walking while drinking Abel drink, I could make it home by the end of the day.

If the distance was more open than this, I’m sure my strength wouldn’t have been able to keep it up.

I would have cut through the magic ore to adjust the operating time just in time.

Besides, ”I won’t be angry, so please don’t be desperate and come back, okay?” She even implied that he was going to be there.

Perhaps the letter was also crushed, and when I got home, “I’m just adjusting the Ortem Trolley in the morning. From the looks of it, it looks like there was a malfunction…… Geez, brother!” I’ll say shamelessly, and maybe he’s not going to blame me for it.

It’s possible that she’s even talking to father.

Maybe if I broke down and ran back here, I would have no energy left.

My big decision is buried, I’m will be forced to exercise without eating or drinking, and will be saved by my sister who I betrayed.

By the time I reach the village, I will be physically and mentally exhausted.

I will be at the mercy of the wind. I know this very it’s me we’re talking about.

After that, the ceremony will be held as if nothing had happened.

“Guuuuuuuu………”

I groaned and lay down on the ground.

I couldn’t help but hug him as I saw Autem Torokko spitting smoke from his mouth.

I was so pathetic that I even started to cry.

Checkmate. I was completely checkmated.

Just as I was about to give up, I heard the sound of some creature’s footsteps approaching.

I looked back up and saw a wagon.

It was of simple construction, like a large cart.

A young man with green hair was sitting on the driver’s seat, looking at me with a troubled smile.

“Hey! You’re in the way! Can I ask you to stop sleeping on the side of the road!”

It wasn’t a man calling out to me. It was a voice from a pile of jute bags packed into a cart.

For a moment I thought the jute bag had spoken, and then a girl came out of the pile of bags.

She had blue hair and curled horns like a sheep from around the top of her ears.

Like the Marren tribe, there are many humans in this world with unusual physical features.

Blue hair, sheep-like horns.

I’m sure I’ve seen these features in a book, but what race are they called again.

“I’m going to give you a pillow, so you can sleep on the side of the road as long as you like!”

The sheep girl threw one of the burlap bags at me.

“Hey, hey, Mea-san, please don’t throw my goods!”

The man sitting on the driver’s seat screams out in grief as he looks back at the sheep girl.

I let the burlap sack that was thrown at me play in my hand.

Is it the thing stuffed inside wheat?

They’re peddlers, apparently.

This is an opportunity.

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