Two months had passed.
We'd arrived at the port city West Port.
The townscape was the spitting image of Saint Port. However, the scale of the city was larger.
That's natural.
The journey from the capital of the Holy Kingdom Milis to the capital of the Kingdom of Asura was this world's Silk Road.
Every town could become a center for commerce.
West Port is one of these. Though the scale isn't as great as the Business District in Milishion, many businesses have their headquarters here, and the merchants associated with these businesses are crowded together here.
Even from the outside of the town, you can see large warehouses lined up by the harbour.
In the storehouse area are people who might be slaves or apprentices, busily working.
They've placed large fish on carts and are transporting them.
Robed figures are using water magic to freeze them.
Like that, the fish make their way to the warehouse.
After that, the fish are probably left in ice, or salted.
Perhaps they might even be smoked before being sent to various places.
Part 2[edit]
Now then.
This is as far as the horse carriage goes.
The ferries of this world are different to those from my old life, and they can't transport carriages.
Thus, we'll sell it the same way we sold the lizard, and once we cross the ocean we'll buy a new one.
I sell it to a horse merchant.
Unlike the time with the lizard, this isn't particularly moving, so I'll give it a name.
Goodbye, Haru ○rara[1].
After that, we headed towards the checking station.
Unlike the one in Saint Port, it's a large building.
There are armored guards standing by the entrance.
I've seen a lot of armored Milishion knights all over the city.
Looking at Ruijerd and Eris, I wonder if the armor they're wearing is enough to defend them, and I become anxious.
The offensive ability of the creatures in this world is high.
It's likely that taking just one hit is enough to destroy your armour and leave you in your underwear.[2]
If you receive an attack, and are sent flying into a hole from the recoil, it'll be 'The End' for you.
Leaving the jokes aside, when we try entering, we find that the people inside are in a commotion.
Those who look like adventurers, those who look like merchants, they're all making energetic expressions and briskly interacting with the staff.
It's completely different to Wind Port where the station was deserted, and the staff had no enthusiasm at all.
For now, I face one of the counters and talk to one of the attendants.
The receptionist here is also large breasted.
I wonder if there's an unwritten law in this world that states that receptionists must be large breasted.
It's possible.
Though I had been thinking about this, I hadn't let it show.
"Excuse me, I'd like to apply for a voyage."
"I understand. In that case, please hold onto this and wait for a moment."
With that, she hands me a wooden ticket.
The number 34 is written on it.
This gives off a truly bureaucratic feeling.
I return to the waiting area and take a seat.
Eris had immediately sat down next to me.
Ruijerd is still standing.
When I take a look at our surroundings, I find that a lot of people are waiting like we are.
"It seems like it'll take a little while."
"Are we not going to hand over the letter?"
At Ruijerd's question, I had shaken my head.
"We'll do that after our number is called."
"So that's how you do things, huh...?"
Eris is fidgeting for some reason.
Eris isn't used to waiting for things.
I guess it can't be helped.
"Rudeus. We're sort of being watched..."
At her words, I look for what she had been gazing at.
What she had been looking at was a guard.
The guards had been sneaking glances at Eris.
Eris who had been on the receiving end of these gazes was now making an angry expression and returning their gaze with a glare.
"You musn't get into a fight."
"I wasn't going to."
I have trouble believing that.
But, let's ignore that.
Now then, for what reason are the guards looking at Eris, I wonder.
I really don't have a clue.
Could it be that their eyes have been stolen away by her beauty?
Lately, Eris has become quite beautiful.
However, she's still classed as a child.
There's no way that every single one of these knights is a lolicon.
"Number 34, please come forward."
Because we were called, we head to the counter.
We hand over the letter to the receptionist, and let her know that we'd like to travel on a voyage.
She had received the letter with a smile, and then the moment she saw the name on the back, she made a puzzled expression.
"Please wait a moment."
After saying that, she had left her seat and disappeared further into the office.
After a while, a loud sound rang out from further inside the office.
At the same time, someone's angry voice could be heard.
A guard then ran out from further inside the office, and whispered something to another guard.
With a severe expression, the guard who had been whispered to now ran outside.
For some reason or other the atmosphere had become dangerous.
Though I had handed over the letter that Ruijerd trusted, it might really have been better had I investigated this Gouache Brush person.
The receptionist from a little while ago had returned.
She wasn't hiding her nervous expression.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. It seems that Duke Baqciel wants to meet you."
I had nothing but a bad feeling about this.
Part 3[edit]
"Chief of the Milis Continent Customs House, Duke Baqciel von Wieser."
That pig looks just like a pig.
Ah, my mistake.
That man looks just like a pig.
The area around his neck is covered in fat, and his chin is completely buried in it.
Light blonde hair clings to his skin.
There are shadows under his eyes, and he gives off the impression of a tanuki.
He looks both like a pig, and a tanuki, and he isn't hiding his displeasure.
In the past, I've seen a man like this somwhere before.
It was in the mirror.
"Hmph. For a filthy demon to bring me such a letter is..."
Baqciel is sitting in an extravagant leather chair.
Without standing, he strikes the sheet of paper in his hand.
While the chair squeaks, he glares over at us.
A tool for opening wax seals can be seen sitting on a high class work desk, amongst a lot of documents.
In other words, the paper is probably the letter we handed over.
"This letter has quite the name[3]. The seal looks quite similar to the real thing as well. However, I won't be fooled. This is a forgery."
Baqciel had thrown the letter away. I reflectively catch it.
================================================================================
Though this person is a Supard, they are someone I owe a great debt to.
Though they are of few words, they possess an admirable spirit.
You shall waive their voyage fee, and courteously send them to the Central Continent.
Galgard Nash Venick
Grand Master, Order of Instruction
================================================================================
When I saw those words I nearly collapsed of dizziness.
Just where did he get the name Gouache Brush?
GAlgard naSH venick
GASH
Ah, so that's how he got Gouache?
If he's a good natured person, it's possible that he said something like 'Just call me Gash'.
If so, then Ruijerd might have taken this at face value, and was under the impression that it was his real name.
But then where did he get Brush from?
Moreover, that job position...
Grand Master of the Order of Instruction.
The Grand Master of one of Milis's three knight orders.
I'm starting to get a headache.
Why would someone like that be Ruijerd's acquaintance?
No, I can imagine how things are.
For instance... right, his position.
Becoming the Grand Master of the Order of Instruction meant that he was someone high up.
If it were made public that he was on good terms with a Supard, things would become bad.
That's why he used an alias, for example.
There's a simpler explanation as well.
Ruijerd had met him 40 years earlier, and in that time he had changed his name due to marriage or something, for example.
"To start with, that taciturn man would never do something like write a letter. I know that man quite well. It might be because he hates it, but he's a man who'll never write except for necessary documents and the like. For him to write a letter for a demon like you? Even jokes have their limits."
Speaking of Ruijerd, he's making a difficult expression.
The letter he had brought was judged to be a fake.
Considering his perspective, he might be thinking that it's because he's a Supard.
Actually, according to Paul, this Baqciel man is famous for hating the Demon Race.
That might not be completely wrong.
However, if Baqciel is famous for this, then regardless of if he's Gash or Galgard, he should know what kind of man Baqciel is.
In that case, it would be better for the contents of the letter to be a bit more persuasive.
There's also the possibility that the letter is a fake though...
No.
I recall Ruijerd's words.
Gash lives in a large building.
It's a building whose size is in the same league as Kishirisu Castle.
You can say that for a private residence, it's quite a large building.
However, if that were actually the headquarters of a knight order or something, then...
The building would be big, and there would probably be a lot of knights inside.
If that were the case, I would agree with Ruijerd's "He did have a lot of subordinates" comment.
Be that as it may, even if I did understand the situation, there'd be no meaning to it.
Baqciel has already concluded that the letter is a fake.
And having come this far, there's no way we can just say 'it was a forgery, I'm sorry and goodbye'.
I take a step forward.
"In other words, your Excellency is saying that this letter is a forgery?"
"Why are you[4]... Children should stay out of it."
Duke Baqciel had made a suspicious expression.
It feels like it's been a while since I've been treated like a child.
It's a fresh feeling.
I'm not treated like a child when I want to be treated like a
Two months had passed.
We'd arrived at the port city West Port.
The townscape was the spitting image of Saint Port. However, the scale of the city was larger.
That's natural.
The journey from the capital of the Holy Kingdom Milis to the capital of the Kingdom of Asura was this world's Silk Road.
Every town could become a center for commerce.
West Port is one of these. Though the scale isn't as great as the Business District in Milishion, many businesses have their headquarters here, and the merchants associated with these businesses are crowded together here.
Even from the outside of the town, you can see large warehouses lined up by the harbour.
In the storehouse area are people who might be slaves or apprentices, busily working.
They've placed large fish on carts and are transporting them.
Robed figures are using water magic to freeze them.
Like that, the fish make their way to the warehouse.
After that, the fish are probably left in ice, or salted.
Perhaps they might even be smoked before being sent to various places.
Part 2[edit]
Now then.
This is as far as the horse carriage goes.
The ferries of this world are different to those from my old life, and they can't transport carriages.
Thus, we'll sell it the same way we sold the lizard, and once we cross the ocean we'll buy a new one.
I sell it to a horse merchant.
Unlike the time with the lizard, this isn't particularly moving, so I'll give it a name.
Goodbye, Haru ○rara[1].
After that, we headed towards the checking station.
Unlike the one in Saint Port, it's a large building.
There are armored guards standing by the entrance.
I've seen a lot of armored Milishion knights all over the city.
Looking at Ruijerd and Eris, I wonder if the armor they're wearing is enough to defend them, and I become anxious.
The offensive ability of the creatures in this world is high.
It's likely that taking just one hit is enough to destroy your armour and leave you in your underwear.[2]
If you receive an attack, and are sent flying into a hole from the recoil, it'll be 'The End' for you.
Leaving the jokes aside, when we try entering, we find that the people inside are in a commotion.
Those who look like adventurers, those who look like merchants, they're all making energetic expressions and briskly interacting with the staff.
It's completely different to Wind Port where the station was deserted, and the staff had no enthusiasm at all.
For now, I face one of the counters and talk to one of the attendants.
The receptionist here is also large breasted.
I wonder if there's an unwritten law in this world that states that receptionists must be large breasted.
It's possible.
Though I had been thinking about this, I hadn't let it show.
"Excuse me, I'd like to apply for a voyage."
"I understand. In that case, please hold onto this and wait for a moment."
With that, she hands me a wooden ticket.
The number 34 is written on it.
This gives off a truly bureaucratic feeling.
I return to the waiting area and take a seat.
Eris had immediately sat down next to me.
Ruijerd is still standing.
When I take a look at our surroundings, I find that a lot of people are waiting like we are.
"It seems like it'll take a little while."
"Are we not going to hand over the letter?"
At Ruijerd's question, I had shaken my head.
"We'll do that after our number is called."
"So that's how you do things, huh...?"
Eris is fidgeting for some reason.
Eris isn't used to waiting for things.
I guess it can't be helped.
"Rudeus. We're sort of being watched..."
At her words, I look for what she had been gazing at.
What she had been looking at was a guard.
The guards had been sneaking glances at Eris.
Eris who had been on the receiving end of these gazes was now making an angry expression and returning their gaze with a glare.
"You musn't get into a fight."
"I wasn't going to."
I have trouble believing that.
But, let's ignore that.
Now then, for what reason are the guards looking at Eris, I wonder.
I really don't have a clue.
Could it be that their eyes have been stolen away by her beauty?
Lately, Eris has become quite beautiful.
However, she's still classed as a child.
There's no way that every single one of these knights is a lolicon.
"Number 34, please come forward."
Because we were called, we head to the counter.
We hand over the letter to the receptionist, and let her know that we'd like to travel on a voyage.
She had received the letter with a smile, and then the moment she saw the name on the back, she made a puzzled expression.
"Please wait a moment."
After saying that, she had left her seat and disappeared further into the office.
After a while, a loud sound rang out from further inside the office.
At the same time, someone's angry voice could be heard.
A guard then ran out from further inside the office, and whispered something to another guard.
With a severe expression, the guard who had been whispered to now ran outside.
For some reason or other the atmosphere had become dangerous.
Though I had handed over the letter that Ruijerd trusted, it might really have been better had I investigated this Gouache Brush person.
The receptionist from a little while ago had returned.
She wasn't hiding her nervous expression.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. It seems that Duke Baqciel wants to meet you."
I had nothing but a bad feeling about this.
Part 3[edit]
"Chief of the Milis Continent Customs House, Duke Baqciel von Wieser."
That pig looks just like a pig.
Ah, my mistake.
That man looks just like a pig.
The area around his neck is covered in fat, and his chin is completely buried in it.
Light blonde hair clings to his skin.
There are shadows under his eyes, and he gives off the impression of a tanuki.
He looks both like a pig, and a tanuki, and he isn't hiding his displeasure.
In the past, I've seen a man like this somwhere before.
It was in the mirror.
"Hmph. For a filthy demon to bring me such a letter is..."
Baqciel is sitting in an extravagant leather chair.
Without standing, he strikes the sheet of paper in his hand.
While the chair squeaks, he glares over at us.
A tool for opening wax seals can be seen sitting on a high class work desk, amongst a lot of documents.
In other words, the paper is probably the letter we handed over.
"This letter has quite the name[3]. The seal looks quite similar to the real thing as well. However, I won't be fooled. This is a forgery."
Baqciel had thrown the letter away. I reflectively catch it.
================================================================================
Though this person is a Supard, they are someone I owe a great debt to.
Though they are of few words, they possess an admirable spirit.
You shall waive their voyage fee, and courteously send them to the Central Continent.
Galgard Nash Venick
Grand Master, Order of Instruction
================================================================================
When I saw those words I nearly collapsed of dizziness.
Just where did he get the name Gouache Brush?
GAlgard naSH venick
GASH
Ah, so that's how he got Gouache?
If he's a good natured person, it's possible that he said something like 'Just call me Gash'.
If so, then Ruijerd might have taken this at face value, and was under the impression that it was his real name.
But then where did he get Brush from?
Moreover, that job position...
Grand Master of the Order of Instruction.
The Grand Master of one of Milis's three knight orders.
I'm starting to get a headache.
Why would someone like that be Ruijerd's acquaintance?
No, I can imagine how things are.
For instance... right, his position.
Becoming the Grand Master of the Order of Instruction meant that he was someone high up.
If it were made public that he was on good terms with a Supard, things would become bad.
That's why he used an alias, for example.
There's a simpler explanation as well.
Ruijerd had met him 40 years earlier, and in that time he had changed his name due to marriage or something, for example.
"To start with, that taciturn man would never do something like write a letter. I know that man quite well. It might be because he hates it, but he's a man who'll never write except for necessary documents and the like. For him to write a letter for a demon like you? Even jokes have their limits."
Speaking of Ruijerd, he's making a difficult expression.
The letter he had brought was judged to be a fake.
Considering his perspective, he might be thinking that it's because he's a Supard.
Actually, according to Paul, this Baqciel man is famous for hating the Demon Race.
That might not be completely wrong.
However, if Baqciel is famous for this, then regardless of if he's Gash or Galgard, he should know what kind of man Baqciel is.
In that case, it would be better for the contents of the letter to be a bit more persuasive.
There's also the possibility that the letter is a fake though...
No.
I recall Ruijerd's words.
Gash lives in a large building.
It's a building whose size is in the same league as Kishirisu Castle.
You can say that for a private residence, it's quite a large building.
However, if that were actually the headquarters of a knight order or something, then...
The building would be big, and there would probably be a lot of knights inside.
If that were the case, I would agree with Ruijerd's "He did have a lot of subordinates" comment.
Be that as it may, even if I did understand the situation, there'd be no meaning to it.
Baqciel has already concluded that the letter is a fake.
And having come this far, there's no way we can just say 'it was a forgery, I'm sorry and goodbye'.
I take a step forward.
"In other words, your Excellency is saying that this letter is a forgery?"
"Why are you[4]... Children should stay out of it."
Duke Baqciel had made a suspicious expression.
It feels like it's been a while since I've been treated like a child.
It's a fresh feeling.
I'm not treated like a child when I want to be treated like a
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