Just to be sure, Hikaru reported to the Adventurers Guild that heâd completed his delivery task to the Tower. The guild in Agiapole was far smaller compared to other nations and well-organized. But the receptionists were beautiful women all the same.
Apparently, the Churchâs temple knights dealt with monsters, so only escort and harvesting jobs were available to adventurers. And since no adventurer would come to a guild with few requests, it became smaller and smaller.
ăIâve logged your arrival here, Sir Hikaru.ăthe receptionist said.ăBut Ponsoniaâs foreign minister will be the one to verify the completion of the request.ă
ăOkay.ă
ăWhere are you staying in Agiapole?ă
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ăI havenât checked into a place yet. I heard thereâs a Grand Hotel here, so Iâm thinking of staying there.ă
Grand Hotel, a hotel chain with branches all over the continent. First-class and huge, the cost of staying was expensive.
ăI-I see. What are your plans today?ăthe receptionist asked, smoothing down her hair.
She realized Hikaru was loaded enough to stay at such a grand place. Even rank D was considered high in this guild.
Lavia and Paula were staring daggers at them from behind. Hikaru gave vague answers, and they left the guild.
Grand Hotel Agiapole had vacant rooms. After checking in, they went out once againâŠ
ăYeah, about that⊠I donât see any food stand.ă
ăâŠWhat?ă
After walking down the streets of this white city, Hikaru noticed it was too organized. Food stands, which always filled the streets of other cities, couldnât be found here. There was nothing wrong with being organized. But too much and it seemed like the place was devoid of life.
ăN-No way! My food trip!ă
ăWe didnât come here to eat, you know.ă
ăMust be nice being you. You had that white, sweet stuff earlier!ă
ăAh, that was delicious. I didnât know they had white sugar actually.ă
This nation was too obsessed with the color white that they developed a technology to remove impurities from brown sugar to produce white sugar, even using magic. Donât they have anything better to do? But I guess itâs just one of those things.
ăI wanna eat! I wanna eat! I wanna eat!ă
ăHey, keep it down!ă
Hikaru covered Drakeâs mouth who happened to be on Laviaâs chest.
ăKyaa?!ă
ăAh, my badâă
They had just stepped out of the hotel. Passerbyâs stopped, wondering what was going on.
ăL-Letâs go.ă
They left in a hurry.
After asking around, they found out that there were food stands in this city. Not only that, but also a market. Except they were all indoors.
ăWow⊠I didnât expect all of them to be indoors.ă
Before them was a huge, white warehouse with a high, dome-shaped ceiling. Rather than a warehouse, it was more of a gymnasium, only four times bigger than normal. Its giant doors facing the street were wide open.
High-spirited voices of people doing business rolled from within. Waves of people entered and left, carrying purses and the goods they bought.
ăOhâŠă
The inside was far warmer than outside from the crowd of people. Various scents hung in the air, mixing togetherâthe aroma of grilled fish, fat, and spices, the smell of old furniture, and the scent of peopleâwhich made them dizzy.
The Pope did not allow doing business out on the streets, so the city had to build an indoor marketplace. It looked both like a flea market, and a food stand street. The presence of Beastmen indicated that even foreigners came here. There were thirteen of these places all throughout Agiapole.
Then, Hikaruâs nose caught a familiar, sweet aroma. He hadnât smelled it before in this world.
ăDonât tell meâŠă
Hikaru discovered something.
ăI-Iâm exhaustedâŠă
Spending thirty minutes in the indoor market made them sick. Lavia threw in the towel, while Paula didnât have the energy to say anything. Their hands full of groceries, they stepped out of the building. The Pope also prohibited eating outside. Instead, a food court was built next to the market.
ăThey sure love their proper mannersâŠă
The food court wasnât as crowded. They were able to take vacant seats and relax. Drake didnât waste time in devouring the dried fish. Every bite made a cracking sound as though he was eating dead twigs.
ăI wasnât expecting them to have thisâŠăHikaru said.
For him, weaving through the crowd was worth it.
ăYour eyes seemed to light up when you bought that.ăLavia said.
ăWhatâs that white thing?ăPaula asked.
ăItâs staple food, kinda like bread. You cook it in water and it turns like this.ă
Ill-shaped, round, white food. The wave of nostalgia made him buy five of it, even though he didnât really eat that many at once back in Japan.
ăItâs rice. And this dish is called onigiri. Actually, Iâm not sure if you could call it a dish.ă
ăIs it really that good?ă
ăTry one.ăHikaru urged.
The girls, wearing doubtful expressions, took one each. They frowned as the rice stuck to their fingers.
ăOf course this world would have rice.ă
Hikaru had already tried noodles made with rice flour, but not actual rice. Hikaru asked the seller why they were serving this and they answered âBecause itâs whiteâ. Apparently, it wasnât really popular among the people.
This one moment made Hikaru thank this countryâs obsession with the color white. Hikaru took one as well. It was cold and hard.
He took a bite and chewed. It wasnât cooked enough and was still hard. The rice itself didnât have the sweetness that Japanese rice had. It was long and thin and had a particular odor to it. If this was served in a restaurant in Japan, one bite and it wouldâve been returned to the kitchen.
ăHikaru?ă
ăHikaru-samaâŠă
The girls watched Hikaru eat quietly.
ăItâs weird. I have not once felt homesick ever since I came here. I never even felt happy while eating such horrible onigiri before.ă
Lavia cautiously took a bite. She frowned and immediately returned the food in the bag. Paula, on the other hand, forced herself to eat hers. Hikaru couldnât help but laugh.
ăYou donât have to force yourself. If it werenât for the memories, I wouldnât eat it.ă
ăI see⊠You have precious memories about this food.ăLavia said.
ăYeah. I used to eat this a lot.ă
ăâŠâŠâŠă
Then, Lavia took her onigiri back out and started eating it.
ăYou donât need toâă
ăIâm not forcing myself. I want to know more about you. UghâŠă
She choked, so Hikaru handed her some juice. The sweetness of the fruit juice didnât complement with the onigiri well.
ăSo you have this kind of food back in your hometown.ăPaula said.
ăTheyâre much tastier back home, though.ă
ăIs that so⊠Itâs my first time having one.ăPaula said with a hint of regret.
Hikaru understood how she felt. I want to know more about Hikaru-sama, too, is what she was probably thinking. But she hesitated. Hikaru didnât like people prying too much.
I did consider telling her about myself soon. I know. Once this is all over and we get back to Scholarzard, Iâll tell her how I came to this world.
Hikaru ate the last piece of onigiri. There was actually one more, Drakeâs leftover.