Chapter 25 – Future Dream (5)
It was bullshit to say that even a librarian suffered hardships when he was young, but it seemed to be true that the higher the pain threshold, the stronger the mental power.
So, Francesca could have dismissed the sewer reconnaissance request that left me with the trauma of hell as ‘one of the unpleasant memories of my life’.
I went to work again in the sewer system, which I didn’t want to see for a while. She is only admiring her mental strength.
“Guwaaaaa…”
Hee hee…”
However, as a woman, Francesca, who was witnessed giving off a stench, and I, who suffered a recurrence of her PTSD, ended up showing disrespectful insolence at the inn.
“What are you two doing?”
The innkeeper sighed as she saw us making a fuss at the entrance of her store.
“Franc. I’ll lend you the bathroom, so go wash up.”
“Yes Yes! Thank you! Nord, please wait!”
Francesca hurriedly ran inside her inn. Does this inn have bathroom service? No, I must have rented this lady’s bathroom.
“And you said you were friends with Fran? Then wash this child’s clothes. There is nothing to do while waiting.”
“Yes?”
It was a fucking bizarre logic, but I, exhausted from thinking about the rendezvous with the katydids, couldn’t resist and was dragged along as the lady ordered.
─Splash, slap.
So I was in the middle of doing laundry.
“Ugh, it’s cold.”
The season is autumn, when the harvest is near. This is the period when the water from the well that draws groundwater cools down. It was a bad season to do laundry.
What she received as laundry was a gray robe that Francesca loved. No other underwear or underwear. I never had any strange expectations from the beginning, but it was unavoidable for me to be hit hard.
“Here I brought water from the furnace.”
“Ah, thank you.”
The husband of the owner’s wife brought hot water for us, so we survived. It was hot, boiling water. If I used this as it was to wash the clothes, by the time it was finished, the broth from my hands would seep into the clothes.
So, the heated water was mixed with cold well water to adjust the temperature. In this world, detailed water control was done in this way.
Chow-.
I rubbed the poncho all over the place with laundry soap. It was quite difficult because the stench on the clothes did not come out easily.
“Muggigg.”
Fuck. I want to write Return of the Beast. With that, it’s not even a chore to do laundry. Since it is resistant to cold, even cold water would have been fine.
Still, I couldn’t use Beast Return. I don’t know what else will happen to my juice.
Every time I use it, the juji gets bigger, and later it’s just over 50cm, so I’m afraid that I’ll end up having to wrap it around my waist like a Saiyan tail.
I shuddered with fear as I pictured myself with a Juji belt wrapped around my waist. If he got hit in the stomach in the middle of a fight, the Juji, which was as cold as a belt, would suddenly cut off in the middle.
─Splat, splat, slap, slap!!
I used my hands quickly to shake off the terrifying imagination.
When I started doing laundry, I thought about why I had to be like this, but it wasn’t bad when I actually did it. When I move my body, I don’t have any thoughts. I remembered that my friend who said he was on a diet said it was good because he didn’t know he was hungry when he was working part-time.
Jjuwook…
With all my strength, I pressed the poncho into the hot water.
Aww…
With a splash.
But when I lifted the wet poncho, the sound of the water moving came from outside the washbasin. I blinked while doing laundry.
“Yes?”
“Wow?!”
A voice that responds instantly to my voice.
It was Francesca.
“No, Mr Norord?! Are you there?!”
“Miss Francesca? Uh huh Was this the bathroom by any chance?”
Francesca’s voice was full of perplexity. The source of her voice was a window in the wall.
Was there a bath next to the inn well? When designing the building, it must have been assumed that water pipes should be installed close to the well to facilitate water movement.
But because of that, I was on the verge of being considered a pervert peeping bastard. So I quickly explained.
“Sorry. I didn’t know that the bathroom was next to the well. I was doing the laundry because the innkeeper aunt asked me to wash Francesca’s clothes.”
“My, my clothes?! Why?!”
I know. I want to ask
“Do not worry. It’s not the strict clothes, it’s just the overcoat. I’m pretty good at washing clothes, so don’t worry about them tearing or getting damaged.”
I was once a slave with 100% purity and real nature. I did a lot of laundry.
‘Come to think of it, the reason I started dating Dana in earnest was because of the laundry.’
My grad student slave colleague Dana.
The beginning of our relationship was when the master master accidentally put my underwear in the common laundry, and found me cursing and cursing that these were panties put in by some shameless lady.
She is a woman with a conscience, which is rare among people of this world. She couldn’t bear to blame me, but her memory of the banquet of the hairless girl with dog hair was still vivid in her memory.
“No, not that! It means Mr. Nord doesn’t have to wash my laundry!”
Memories were interrupted by Francesca’s screaming voice.
“Oh, I see. You could have been offended.”
A woman would feel bad or ashamed to have her clothes touched by a man she was not very close to. I thought it was because it was the same woman, the inn owner, who ordered me to take care of it.
“So it’s not because I’m in a bad mood or anything like that… I’m sorry…”
“I don’t care. If you don’t like me touching your clothes, you can just say it casually, but I’d like to do the laundry for you while you get a drink.”
“… Ugh I know. Then please.”
When I said that, Francesca eventually gave her permission. Then he muttered in a low voice.
“The hostess… Why are you such a mischievous prank…”
I didn’t say it, but it seemed embarrassing.
Shall I relocate? It seemed better that way.
Another man was washing his clothes with a window and a wall between them. Even if you stay here, the atmosphere only becomes awkward. He’ll have a hard time asking for clothes to be mended after a while.
“Hey, hey. Mr Nord. What are you here for today?”
But Francesca talked to me first. It was intended to somehow make the atmosphere awkward. I got up in a huddled position and then sat down again.
“There is something I want to ask of you. I will pay for it, so could you fix the clothes or the mask a little?”
“Yeah? Uh, maybe I can. I’ve made it a few times before as a pastime.”
Can making clothes be considered a pastime? Being a seamstress is not an easy job. As if anticipating my question, Francesca said.
“Since I was young, I have lived in various jobs. Thanks to that, only catching has improved.”
“Ah… You must have suffered a lot.”
Other than that, there was nothing else to say. The hardships and misfortunes of others were difficult topics to respond to.
“What. It’s all in the past. At that time, I was desperate to be recognized for working hard in anything I did. In fact, even after becoming an adventurer.”
“Yes. It seemed so. Yesterday, you went out today as well, right? That too, in the sewer where he had a pretty rough experience.”
“Yeah. After our report, the adventurer’s guild and the guards said that the Giant Roach was wiped out on a large scale. This time, it was the clean-up request.”
“Aren’t you tired? To tell you the truth, I was quite tired thanks to the last and last request in a row.”
In the sewer, I was chased by a group of katydids at an inopportune time, and in the ruins where I was thinking of sucking honey while on duty, I was tormented by green jammins and Nefertiti.
Even the beast return, which I thought would be helpful, has become a malicious virus that causes bugs in my juice as of today.
However, Francesca, who suffered the same as me, went to work today as if nothing happened.
I was planning to write a thesis, so I didn’t show my face to the guild, but would I have gone to work if I hadn’t had that excuse?
Maybe, maybe I was going to take a day off today.
“I’m OK. Maybe it’s because the blood of the dwarves flowed, because a hard body is much better than a hard heart. Sleep well and wake up and you’ll be fine.”
“Heh. Are you mentally and physically much healthier and stronger than me? Aren’t you going to be back in the bronze class soon?”
“Lol. I hope so.”
Dive-.
There was the sound of water as Francesca moved his body in his bathtub. She said in a bright voice.
“I am. After becoming a silver class later, I want to become a member of the Auduumla Guild.”
“Yes?”
No, why would you choose such a job, such a guild?
I automatically recalled the stupidity of Jjabsodumra. The adventurer’s guild receptionist is a hellish company that is presumed to be Hell itself, regardless of the prospects and job security. I have rarely seen a place that treats its employees well among companies that are just taking care of subcontractors.
So I was dumbfounded and asked this question.
“Hey, what is that? Wouldn’t it be better to go in the direction of making use of your dexterity or talent?”
Dwarves are also called the race of artisans. This is because the innate ability is suitable for making things.
An eye that can detect the temperature of an object and delicate and quick hand movements are worthy of a blacksmith. He has patience and toughness, so he’s almost like a natural Blacksmith.
In addition, there is great potential for using dexterity in any industry. Their aptitude for magic is similar to that of humans. More than 90% of the special equipment at Carmine University I was at was made by dwarves.
So, wouldn’t it be necessary to choose an adventurer’s guild receptionist? It was a question with such meaning.
“… The artisan industry hates people with no connections.”
To my words, Francesca responded with a splash.
She said, “After leaving my hometown, I moved from place to place for nearly 10 years, but everywhere I went, I was labeled as a foreigner. The seamstresses and blacksmiths treated me as a skilled worker, but did not teach me skills like apprentices.”
“… It’s origin discrimination. There are many areas in Britannia that are exclusive to outsiders.”
“Yeah. I guess so. In fact, it will be the same everywhere.”
“I understand. I’ve been through that too.”
I presumptuously felt sorry for Francesca. I mean, I’ve been swearing at her while she’s trying to get her job and cutting off her job.
But she gave it up.
Because we were fucking same-sex.
Francesca has lived her life suffering from the scumbags who ate her conscience like the quack she met today.
And I was thrown into this goddamn different world, where I was sentenced to slavery without committing any wrongdoing, and the thesis I spent three years writing was also turned into a ninja.
Strangers living in a foreign country who have flowed in from their homeland and are abused by someone. That was us
“Whoops. So this time, I’m challenging myself to become a guild member. Even if I fail again, I thought that if I worked hard like this, someday I would be able to find a new hometown.”
“A challenging life is a beautiful law. I will cheer you on.”
“Thanks. It gives me strength when you say that.”
From a realistic standpoint, my support would do Francesca nothing.
However, I knew that a small word of consolation and laughter would be of great comfort to a person living a hard life.
“Do you have a dream, Mr. Nord?”
Then Francesca asked in a pleasant voice. I stopped her hand as she was washing her clothes at her words.
“You mean a dream?”
It’s my dream
Well, my dream was, of course, to find a way to get back to Earth. However, this is difficult to explain, and there is a fear that my degree or past will be discovered.
It’s not that I don’t believe Francesca, but it wasn’t the right topic for a casual conversation like this. Knowing other people’s secrets that you didn’t want to know only feels unnecessary pressure.
“Hmm…”
“Oh, you don’t want to answer, but you don’t have to force it.”
“Nope. It’s hard to call it a dream, but if it’s a goal, it’s there.”
There are many other things besides finding a way back home.
The immediate goal is to initialize the Juji illegal patch.
But this is more difficult to say than the original goal. It’s hard to say that Juji has grown, but wanting to return it to its original state was a goal that was fucking funny even when I thought about it.
Then what else could there be?
The goal is to become stronger by cultivating strength and to raise the rank as an adventurer.
But this also doesn’t answer the question. Because most adventurers want to upgrade. This kind of answer is equivalent to asking what the fucking job is and he replies that he’s doing a job that makes money.
“Okay? What kind of dream is this?”
Francesca asked expectantly. Is it because she worked together for a few days? I could easily guess what kind of expression she was making.
“Okay. My immediate goal is…”
What I must do to return to Earth.
It’s paradoxical –
“It is polygamous.”
—It was to get several wives.
Respect that goal