Chapter 8 Part 30
Translator : PolterGlast
Nozomu, who had been
led out of Wandall's workshop, was being dragged by the arm back to the main
street of the craftsmen's district.
With nimble steps,
Lisa pulled Nozomu along with her.
Nozomu somehow managed
to keep up with her, but his hand was in a lot of pain because he was being
pulled so forcefully.
"Lisa, hey, get
your hands off me! O-, ouch!"
"Hmm? Ah,
Sorry!"
As Nozomu yelled out
due to the limit of his patience, Lisa finally slowed down her legs.
Nozomu's shoulders
slumped in relief as the pain in his arm finally subsided.
"Ouch... Gosh,
what the heck is this about all of a sudden?"
"It couldn't be
helped. If I hadn't done what I did, Wandall-san's preaching would have
continued."
"But by the looks
of it, I'm sure the preaching will just start over when you go to pick up your
sword anyway, right?"
"A~ a~ I can't
hear you~~"
Nozomu let out a sigh
as Lisa covered her ears with her hands and looked up to the sky.
Reluctantly, he
decided to leave Lisa, who showed no signs of regret, alone to take care of his
next errand.
The bell was ready,
but it would be too tasteless to hand it over as is.
Since he was going to
give it as a gift, he decided to add some fancy details or accessories to it.
In fact, when he had
sent the bell to Somia before, he had made it so that she could wear it on her
arm as a replacement for the arm ornament she had treasured so much.
"Well then. I've
got other things to do, so let's split up here."
"Wait a minute.
Are you going to leave just like that?"
As Nozomu was about to
walk away, Lisa grabbed his arm again.
The tone of her voice
clearly showed her dissatisfaction.
"Well,
yeah..."
"... Please come
with me for a bit. There's a place I would like to go."
Lisa lifted her
eyebrows for a moment and began to pull Nozomu's arm again.
Compared to before,
Lisa's steps were somewhat slower and her pull on Nozomu's hand was not as
strong.
But her hand was
strangely attached to Nozomu's and it couldn't be shaken off.
"Even if you say
that. I mean, as I said, I have other errands to do..."
"That errand, is
it related to that bell you were making at Wandall-san's smithy earlier?"
"Yes, it
is..."
As Lisa repeatedly
glanced at the wrapped package Nozomu was holding, Nozomu looked uncomfortable
and hid the package behind his body.
"The reason for
giving that bell to Irisdina-san is to thank her for her dance practice before
the opening festival, isn't it? Does that mean that Nozomu's next errand will
be to find a decoration to put on that bell?"
Nozomu's eyes widened
at Lisa's spot-on point.
Nozomu had never told
Lisa why he was sending the bell to Irisdina.
Watching Lisa, who was
puffing out her chest as if to say, "I knew it", he realized once
again how close he was to his childhood friend.
"That's right,
but…"
"Well then, I
know a good store. You can get some pretty good quality fabrics and strings, so
let's go there."
Once again, Lisa's
hands tighten.
A chill ran down
Nozomu's back as he recalled the strength of Lisa's hand.
A smile that could not
have been wider could be seen on Lisa's face, as if she knew that Nozomu was
flinching.
From the outside, it's
a smile that would make anyone smile, but now that he knows how brash and
aggressive she's been lately, it only makes him more anxious.
"Don't worry,
it's okay. It's really a nice store!"
"No, whether you
are aware of it or not, you're being forceful... So please stop pulling on my
arm with so much force~e~e~e!"
Firmly ignoring
Nozomu's concerns, Lisa once again tugged him by the arm and ran off.
The boy's screams
echoed through the alley as he was dragged along by the sprinting red-haired
girl.
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Nozomu, who was
forcefully taken by Lisa, finished his shopping at the store she led him to,
and then finally settled down on a bench in the central park.
While resting his back
on the long, narrow wooden bench, Nozomu slumped his shoulders and exhaled
heavily, as if to indicate the fatigue he was carrying.
Beside the bench sat a
bag that seemed to contain items he had purchased at the store to which he had
been referred, a colorful piece of fabric peeking out from the mouth of the
bag.
"Haa... I had a
rough day."
"But you got a
good deal, didn't you?"
"Well,
yeah..."
Nozomu was once again
dragged away by Lisa and had to deal with further arm pain, but the store she
led him to was indeed an excellent store with a wide selection of goods and
reasonable prices.
"Dyed silk
threads and fabrics are hard to come by..."
While saying so,
Nozomu peeked sideways at the cloth peeking out of the mouth of the bag he had
placed at his side.
What Nozomu purchased
was a cloth woven with a special thread from the eastern part of the Arkmill
continent.
The raw material is
made from threads spit by a giant insect called a silk bug, which itself is an
extremely rare insect.
The silk bug is a
giant insect that originally belonged to a demon beast called the Moth Galamos.
The Moth Galamos was
originally a pest, purple in color, with a sharp proboscis that sucks all the
water out of plants, causing them to wither and die, which is a problem for
farmers.
However, there are
rare individuals among the Moth Galamos that mutate into silk bugs.
Unlike the Moth
Galamos, silk bugs have a white body color and are very weak.
They are slow-moving
and seem to disappear in the natural selection process, but the threads
produced by their larvae are extremely pleasant to the touch and are treated as
luxury items.
The silk threads and
fabrics purchased by Nozomu are not that many.
To put it bluntly,
they are just scraps left over from making clothes.
Even so, it was thanks
to Lisa that Nozomu was able to purchase items that the average person would
not be able to afford.
"It's a product
you can obtain because this is Arcazam. Like this sweet, it's one of the things
that makes me glad I came to Arcazam."
Lisa smiled as she
crunched on the flat, pie-like sweet in her hand.
She was eating a
pastry called Kouign-Amann. It is a sweet from the southwestern continent of
Arkmill, made by fermenting a dough made of strong flour and sweetened with
butter and sugar.
Using salt and butter,
the hard dough is fermented and baked, and when bit into, it is crispy on the
outside and fluffy on the inside.
The salty-sweetness of
the butter spreading in her mouth brought her the most uplifting and euphoric
feeling, and the way she bit into the sweetness in her hand was like a squirrel
eating a walnut.
"It was me who
paid for that Kouign-Amann, though."
"It was a
referral fee, a referral fee. I'm the one who helped you get that Silk Bug
thread at such a low price, remember?"
"I know. I just
didn't expect Lisa to have this kind of connection..."
This time, the store
from which Nozomu obtained the silk bug material and fabric was a clothing
store that Lisa had patronized.
The store was
originally introduced to her by the school when she was looking for a costume
for her first opening festival in her freshman year.
Stores that sell silk
bug threads are only big-business stores, and when it comes to high-end
products, there is no way they would sell them to the general public.
However, since the
Solminati Academy accepts even commoners as long as they have talent, the
clothing store also takes the student's situation into consideration and will
prepare an outfit at a surprisingly low price, as well as other decorative
items if asked.
The store also has a
relationship with the school that brings them a lot of benefits.
If they receive a
large order from the school, they can make up for the discount for the students
and give a good impression to the promising golden eggs.
In particular, with
the help of talented students like Lisa, Nozomu was able to obtain more
materials than he had been looking for.
"Even though I
look like this, I'm still one of the most promising students at the
school~~"
As if to boast of the
extent of her connections, Lisa grinned a cheeky grin.
Even though she was
not as good as Irisdina, a noblewoman, she also seemed to have a good amount of
connections to various places in the city.
"Haa ... What a
show-off..."
"This is just an
appropriate level of optimism and confidence. Besides, being cocky is a
privilege of youth, right? Mm~!"
Even Nozomu's words,
who sighed next to her, were ignored.
Lisa smiled smugly and
bit into the Kouign-Amann in her hand.
Without worrying about
what others thought of her, she would do her best without regrets, and laugh at
her failures.
Seeing her smile as
she sprinkles her full vitality and energy, Nozomu once again realized that she
has truly recovered.
"Many things have
happened, but as I thought, worrying is not in my nature. It's like the saying
goes, 'It's better to relax than to worry'."
"As expected of
someone who continuously destroys her spare swords..."
Thus, he couldn't help
but feel compelled to tease her and utter these words as well.
In response to
Nozomu's slightly mean words, Lisa swallowed the last remaining piece of sweets
and scratched the back of her head as if she were in embarrassment.
"Now, now, let's
put that one aside for now ... So, what are you going to make with all that
fabric and thread?"
Lisa forcibly changed
the topic of conversation with a gesture of moving the box from right to left,
just like in comedic performance.
With a wry smile on
his face, Nozomu once again looked down at the items he had bought at the store
she had introduced.
"I'm not sure
which color to use, but since Iris's hair is quite long, I'm thinking of making
a string-type hair ornament."
What Nozomu bought
were four colors of threads and fabrics: purple, white, black, and red. Then, decorative
beads for decoration.
He was going to weave
these threads together to make a string and decorate it with beads that matched
the threads.
The mithril was
originally silver with a pale light tint, so Nozomu wanted something that
matched the color of Irisdina's hair.
For a moment, Nozomu
thought about her, aware of the pain in his chest that was starting to prickle.
Her hair was
originally black, but it had been bleached white by the previous incident.
What would be a match
for that color? Or would it be better to be mindful of her original black hair?
Or would she be more pleased with something similar to the arm ornament I gave
Somia-chan?
What should I do to
make her happy?
He found himself
pondering such questions.
At that moment, a
small flower caught Nozomu's eye on a tree growing quietly beside the park.
It was a small flower
with long, slender, purple petals. The star-like shape and the slender but firm
stems and leaves reminded him of her somehow.
"Flower…"
"Flower? Oh, you
mean Crowea? It's a flower that blooms during the fall and winter..."
"Oh, is that the
name of the flower?"
"Nozomu, you
don't know anything about it?"
"No, especially
since I've never heard of it being medicinal or anything of the sort."
"'Well, yes, but
... That flower blooms during the fall and winter. It can survive the winter
depending on the land it's rooted in, but Arcazam can get pretty cold, so it
might be difficult..."
Crowea. Also known as
Southern Cross, a small evergreen shrub with small purple flowers.
Irisdina's long hair.
The purple flowers seem to go well with both black and white, and in Nozomu's
mind, the image clicked perfectly.
Lisa peeked into
Nozomu's face with a little peeking gesture.
"Hmm, Nozomu, do
you prefer long hair?"
Even without saying anything
in particular, Lisa seemed to have guessed what Nozomu was thinking. As
expected of a childhood friend.
"No, it's not
like that. I just thought it would look good on Iris..."
Nozomu personally has
a certain admiration for Irisdina's long, lustrous, straight black hair, which
seemed to represent her unwavering nature.
In fact, Irisdina
herself said that she was proud of her black hair. That was why, looking at her
current bleached white hair, Nozomu felt frustrated at his own incompetence.
(Calm down, all that
matters now is for me not to keep regretting it...)
Realizing himself
almost trapped in a negative loop, Nozomu once again took a deep breath in and
let it out loudly and slowly.
With the exhaled
breath, the stagnation swirling in his chest began to fade away.
"It suits her,
huh ... Then, what about my hair~?”
Lisa, on the other
hand, looked a little dissatisfied with Nozomu's continued talk about Irisdina,
and started to finger-comb her own hair which had been shortened, so that Nozomu
could see it.
The reason for Lisa's
shortened hair was also due to Nozomu's rampage.
However, the sly smile
plastered on her mouth quickly washed away Nozomu's guilt.
The fact that they
have spent so much time together, even if they are no longer lovers, makes it
difficult for them to be reserved in the first place.
"... I think it
would look good on you too."
"Bu~~. Somehow,
it doesn't seem convincing. Sounds like you're just trying to be polite."
While flapping her
legs in a misbehaving manner, Lisa puffed out her cheeks and grumbled. Boo-hoo!
Seeing her gesture,
Nozomu couldn't help but smile.
At the same time, his
mischievous spirit began to flare up, as if to repay her for all the trouble
she had put him through, even though she had helped him get the materials he
needed.
"That's not true.
I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth. First of all, it was you who asked
me."
And since he was
usually on the passive side, Nozomu tried to step in all at once when he went
on the offensive.
Be a little mean to
her.
Nozomu was motivated
by a sense of mischief, but his mischievousness was shattered by Lisa's next
words.
"It can't be
helped, you know. If my ex-boyfriend kept talking about other girls, it would
bother me and make me grumpy. I still like Nozomu after all."
"Fubuh~!"
(I still like Nozomu.)
Nozomu's mischievous
spirit was quickly crushed and vanished by the straightforward confession
uttered in a light tone of voice.
