Chapter 27 – Future Dreams (7)
“Polygamy?”
Said Francesca. At that voice, I returned to reality from the miserable past that had awakened to machoism.
“That’s right. Ah… But maybe it was a little too much to tell the woman.”
Women in this world want to be wives of good-looking and competent men as much as they want to set up a reverse harem with husbands of their own taste. That’s what I know as well.
But to be honest, it felt a little strange. The Confucian dragon in me is still alive and wriggling.
It’s been over three and a half years since I’ve lived in another world, but it’s still like this. The road to macho in another world is so long and rugged.
“No. It’s a dream that men often have. My mother was also my father’s second wife.”
Francesca’s voice was the same as usual. I don’t know if it’s because I couldn’t say that I hate it to my face, or if it’s really because it’s normal for people in another world.
“Thank you for saying that. … By the way, the second wife, is it possible that she is from a noble family? Are you saying that I treated you rudely, come back later and slit that guy’s head?”
I asked, shuddering at the memory of throwing her in the sewer.
Isn’t it strong and strong to say that the person who ran away from his hometown in this kind of fantasy is actually the illegitimate son of a nobleman or the son and daughter of a certain nobleman?
“Lol. No. My father was an alchemist. You were already over 60 when I was born.”
Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case. I joked in a relieved, laughing voice.
“Are you 60? Haha! My father and mother must have had a good time.”
“Isn’t it… I didn’t. My father died before I was even grown up. To be honest, I don’t even remember his face very well.”
This time it was a slightly melancholy voice. No, fuck me. Why do you think I keep saying useless things? Nothing worked out today.
“Hehe. Anyway, hearing Francesca’s realistic goal, I wonder if my dream is a pretty far-fetched goal.”
Francesca responded obediently to the words she brought up to quickly change the subject.
“What if I get frustrated? I had even more ridiculous and stupid dreams when I was a kid.”
“If you go as far as talking about your childhood dreams, I am a landslide winner. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a dinosaur.”
“Puhh. Are you a dinosaur? You’re good at jokes.”
It’s true.
Oh right. Dinosaurs were a type of monster by the standards of people from another world. Aren’t the kids here fucking fucking tyrannosaurs? It might not sound the same.
I’m glad you treated it as a joke and moved on. I asked while rinsing the laundry, which had almost no smell, in fresh water.
“Then what was Francesca’s dream?”
Francesca didn’t answer. I didn’t know if I couldn’t hear my voice or if I didn’t want to answer, so I didn’t ask anymore.
It was because it felt like I was constantly touching the trauma switch from before.
But when I thought about it, it was a bit strange. The dream story was the first thing Francesca brought up. Why did she bring up a topic that is just right to be sensitive to, like talking about the past?
The innkeeper’s words came to life.
—Fran is only 22 years old now. I’m an adult, but I’m too old to live alone in a strange land.
——With no place to lean on, it must always be lonely and difficult, but he is living so diligently and diligently. Okay?
Shoot it
─Druck.
The bathroom window opened slightly as the sound of waking up in the bathtub was heard.
It was a gap so small that she could barely see outside, but Francesca seemed to be peering out the window through it.
“The moon is beautiful today.”
It was an expression that liberal arts students would like. It seemed like I had heard of it in a liberal arts class somewhere.
I saw the sky The fat half moon I saw on the way back from the ruin guard quest yesterday was now a full moon.
“Yes. It’s a pretty moonlit night. Come to think of it, in my hometown, autumn was also said to be the season of the moon.”
“Whoops. That’s an interesting expression.”
“Because the national holiday was in the fall.”
Chuseok was the day of the full moon along with the full moon of the first lunar month following New Year’s Day. It is also called the August full moon. Images related to Chuseok are also representative of the orange moon in the sky and persimmons hanging from trees.
Autumn is the season when people become sentimental. Maybe the moon looks more beautiful because it’s a good time to be emotional. I’m a science student so I don’t know.
Anyway, even in this world, the full moon was loved by people.
On a bright moonlit night, it was nice to walk without lights. Outside the designated roadside, the lights of private houses and bars do not reach, so it is scary enough to be reluctant to walk.
In that sense, the bright light of the bright full moon is very trustworthy when walking on an unknown scary road. In another world, the full moon was a month that gave courage.
Then Francesca said.
“I am. It was my dream to become an explorer.”
I listened quietly to Francesca so that I wouldn’t make any more mistakes.
“I wanted to explore ruins and new worlds to find treasures from long ago that no one knew about. I’m sure I fell in love with the wonderful adventures and treasures in the stories in the books. And bragging about the treasure she found to her mother, it was such a clumsy dream.”
It reminds me of what happened in the ruins. It seems that this is why Francesca showed interest in the inscription on the stone monument.
“But now – I can’t remember how I felt when I was having such a dream.”
─Splash.
It was the sound of splashing water at her feet.
“Whoops. How to pick a lock, how to make a trap, how to pick up firewood that others threw away and use it again. I guess I forgot to remember that.”
“… It’s hard to live when you’re an adult, so it’s the way she forgets her dreams.”
People live in inertia. When I look back at myself, one side of my heart is sore and it’s like shit, it’s because living on Earth and in another world is all like shit.
‘Life sucks because life sucks.’
It’s a dog’s word. Later, when I become a professor, I should write a big note on the back cover of my autobiography. And have my graduate student slaves read it and write 10 book reports each. That is, while continuing to throw things away.
I’m afraid I’ll be stabbed a hundred more times, but by then I’ll become a Grand Master Nord and become an invincible professor. No no
“But I think that would be fine as well. Because dreams and goals are different.”
I said while wringing the laundry from side to side.
“Life is meaningless even if you live only thinking about the future. It’s much easier and better to live with a suitable goal while doing both what I have to do and what I want to do.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Yeah. It is said that life is impossible to live only the way you like it, but it is also ridiculous to have to live by doing things you do not want to do. Even if you live recklessly, you don’t know what tomorrow will be like right now. As I said, we both almost died in the sewers or in the ruins.”
This is my yoloism.
This is what happens when you live in the 21st century, where even if you save 1 million won every month for 10 years, you cannot rent a house. Rather than worrying about the future, I am more concerned about the new gimbap at the convenience store today.
Even now. Who would have known that the day would come when Kang Buk-ho, a fucking Korean veterinary student, would wash the poncho worn by a half-dwarf girl in another world.
If I had known it would be like this, I would have confessed to my first love when I was on Earth, and actively tried to confront my ex-girlfriend who broke up without being able to kiss me.
I would have asked my parents if I could change my Bukharistan name, and I wouldn’t have gone to the fucking army. After graduating from veterinary school, he must have gone to serve as an alternative military surgeon.
I don’t know why I hated being treated as an idiot who didn’t go to the military because I was born a man. I regretted it 3 days after enlisting and regretted it until I was discharged with the senior anchovy squad leader.
Hehe. That’s right. But I’m sure you won’t regret later doing what you want to do, right?”
Said Francesca with an awkward laugh. As far as I know, this was Francesca’s first forced laugh. I could guess her mood, so she asked as lightly as possible.
“How are you now?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you not regretting it now?”
The splashing sound stopped. There was no shitty bug call in this inn. Damn, I wish I would have stayed here.
“People often say to make a choice you won’t regret, but how many people live without regrets?”
I’m filming a story of survival in a different world like this, but I can’t even do what I want to do properly?
If that were the case, I would have no taste for life and would die like a rabbit left alone at home.
“Even if others look stupid, wouldn’t it be enough if you can think that you are having fun?”
At least I thought so.
Even so, I still haven’t found a way to enjoy life in another world.
Drurr-.
It was then. Francesca, who was speechless, opened her window completely and stuck her head out of her window.
“Excuse me. Mr. Nord.”
Francesca giggled as steam blew from her hair.
“Will you let us go?”
I replied to the same laugh that I had seen in the sewer that day after I finished drying the vector-wash.
“If you call me brother.”
──That way.
Nord, a master of mastery in another world, made another new connection in the rural city of Sargadis.
A 21-year-old half-dwarf whose body and mind are still unbalanced.
… Oh, by the way, I didn’t make them call me oppa.
“Brother!”
“I’m sorry. Please call me Nord.”
This fucking fucking Britannia.
What is a Brother?
***
“What kind of clothes did you ask me to fix?”
Francesca asked as she towel-dried her hair.
After washing and bathing, we came to Frank’s room. The washed poncho was hung on the laundry rack in the corner of the room. Because she would be robbed while drying outside.
The clothes Fran wore after taking a bath were pajama-like clothes. There is no exposure of clothes, but the two breasts freed from all restraints show off the majesty of a lion escaping from a zoo.
I took out the robe and mask from my bag, patiently not to look at my chest.
“This is it… To be honest, it might be a bit difficult to call it a repair.”
When I took out the robe again, I had a sudden thought.
You want me to fix this dress to the point where I don’t know where you bought it? Seriously thinking about it again, wouldn’t it be better to buy some cloth and make new clothes for me?
“Where are you going to use it?”
“I’m going to go to the wizard guild for a while. I’m curious about what kind of magic I got this time, so I’m going to ask, but hiding your identity won’t be a problem.”
“Ah, right. Didn’t Mr. Paragon do the same? It’s faster to ask the wizard.”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll see you.”
Fran put down the towel, touched my robe and said.
“The robe is almost at the level of fabric, so I think it can be done with a little touch. But it would be quicker to shave off the mask from scratch.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes. How would you like the overall design?”
At that, I took out the notebook from my pocket. I thought it would be easier to show this through a picture than to say it in words.
Swoop- Swoop-.
The painstakingly drawn picture was completed in a matter of minutes. Seeing the picture I drew, Fran lowered his head and smiled.
“Whoop whoop. Nor, aren’t you good at drawing?”
“Leave it alone.”
Fuck. Is that enough? I saw the picture I drew. It’s not that strange.
Then Fran also took up my pen and drew a new page on the back of my picture.
Scratch -.
“Are you okay with this feeling?”
When I saw the sketch made in less than a minute, I threw up my mouth that was making excuses. My graffiti was the quality of Jammin’s vacation homework.
“Maybe I was actually missing one finger on my right hand.”
Is it true that this was drawn by the same person as me? I have come to understand the feelings of ordinary painters who feel suicidal at the sight of golden hands.
“It was easy to draw because the characteristics of Nord’s paintings were well captured. The drawing was a bit odd, but the design was nice.”
Fran smiled as she said that. My heart was touched by the sincere consolation. It felt like my heart melted after experiencing a lot of pain and trials today.
“What did I do well? Fran, you retouched it nicely. … But can you make it like this? Wouldn’t it be difficult?”
“No. It’s not very difficult. The robe is finished just by folding the fabric and stitching it with thread? Now, like this.”
Fran folded the shoulder part of the robe and pulled it straight, and the design was reproduced as it was in the picture. She did, as she said, with only a few tweaks, but her impression was completely different.
Wow, you reminded me of this after seeing my fucking picture? Dwarves are a real fraudulent race. I’ll come to this world anyway, and I’ll be reincarnated as a dwarf or possessed.
Anyway, I was very satisfied with the shape of the robe.
“Awesome. Then I’ll ask you like this. How much is the pay?”
“I’ll do it for free. Because I owe a lot to Norr.”
And! Free!
“Oh really, wow. Thank you so much.”
I said, holding back the tears of joy. Who in the fucking world doesn’t like freebies? It was not just receiving one-sidedly, but also receiving a reward from the person I helped.
This is the heart and soul of Koreans. I didn’t expect to see our traditional culture in another world.
“Oh, but Fran, is your job okay? I’m worried that I’m interfering with the request and rest.”
“Phi, I have a lot of worries. Do not worry. I can’t even wear this much on a single axis.”
Said Fran, clenching her dainty fists. Being full of enthusiasm was something to be thankful for.
“Great. Then I’ll buy today’s drink. Come on, let’s go get a drink.”
As I said that, I got up, and Fran somehow opened her eyes wide.
“Uh? Wasn’t this a robe repair urgent? I was going to start working right away from today.”
“… I’m in a bit of a hurry Still, why not make someone who has gone to work work again? Instead, finish it within a few days.”
It’s just that the days when I cling to Juji and tremble are only adding a few more days.
Franc!! I’m afraid my juice will evaporate!! Hurry up please!! Can’t even say the same thing.
“Ugh. Then I’ll just frame it. Like this, Ping! When the feeling came, you had to set up a frame, so what did you plan to do later? I don’t think so.”
Fran gave a sensuous explanation, even using her body language. Fortunately, I felt a similar feeling when I was writing my thesis, so it was easy to understand.
“Oh, I know that feeling well. What if I put things off until later? Was it right to do this? You think I don’t feel like when I first came up with it.”
“Right? Right? You know!”
At my words, Fran jumped up and down with a bright face. What the heck he’s cute As we got closer, the original 3 times became cuter.
But her breasts weren’t cute. Rather heinous
Do you know Big breasts change people’s behavior as well as their way of thinking.
Its enormous volume and mass make people unable to cross their arms and cause pain whenever they run! It always annoys busty women.
But not Fran. He might be properly aware of the size of her breasts. Is it because you have a strong body? Even with that big breast, it moves just fine.
“Do you have a sewing kit? Oh, what is that A needle and thread.”
I quickly changed the topic. Fran nodded her head as if she hadn’t noticed my quick change of topic.
“Yes. I saved it the other day to make a mask for her.”
“Oh right. It really is.”
At the time of her request, it was said that she also made the mask she borrowed.
“Then wait a minute. I’ll just frame it and finish it soon.”
After saying that, Fran brought a set of sewing kits and started mending the robe.
“…”
“…”
When I started working, the room became quiet.
We, who hadn’t yet been close enough to not be awkward in this silence, realized that each other had become a little uncomfortable.
“… If I talk to you, will it interfere with your work?”
“No, I’d rather walk… It’s a little awkward. Lol.”
Also agrees I said with a little reassurance.
“By the way, are you okay with drinking? The owner lady here said so. They say you can stretch even if you drink just one drink.”
“What, what?!”
Flinch!
Fran jumped up in surprise at my words. I was also surprised by the strong reaction.
“Oh! Ugh… !”
Then, in surprise, Fran flinched as if she had been pricked by a needle. A fair amount of blood flowed from her index finger.
“Ah, my… Sorry. Because I was talking nonsense.”
“Oh, no. What did I ask you to talk to?”
Then Fran, who grabbed her finger, suddenly frowned at her.
“But more than that, what the hell did that mean? I can’t drink?”
No, do you care more about that than about being injured? But I flinched as it was almost the first time I’d seen Fran make her face.
“I drink well! He’s of mixed dwarf and human blood, so there’s no way he can’t drink!”
“Okay, so stop the bleeding first. You bleed a lot.”
There was no sign of stopping the blood from her fingers. The wound was quite deep, or it was because he was excited.
“At this point, even if you just leave it alone, it will stop. Than that-“
“Wait, don’t do that. Even if you get tetanus, it’s a big deal. Do you have any disinfectant?”
“… Yes. Doesn’t exist.”
Seeing Fran’s pouty expression with a dissatisfied face, I said while checking the contents of the bag.
“Wait. Rinse with water first. Do you have a clean cloth?”
“I have leftovers from making a mask…”
“Where are you? Give it to me.”
So I took a clean cloth from Fran, put her injured finger on it, and poured water on it.
─Line by line.
-Jureuk.
The wound was washed once, but the bleeding showed no sign of stopping.
I was worried about that look. Isn’t there a scene in a famous Korean movie where a subordinate of the main character gets a rusty nail stuck in his leg and then becomes left legged due to tetanus?
This is a world without tetanus shots. In addition to tetanus, I did not know what complications would lead to, so even a small wound could not be underestimated. Maybe I should have carried a potion.
“… Wait. I’ll go downstairs and get a bandage and alcohol to disinfect from the owner.”
“Looks like you’re trembling.”
“It’s a request, so just wait patiently.”
I said while staring into Frank’s blue eyes. Then Fran opened her eyes wide, mumbled her mouth, and nodded her head politely.
With permission from her francs, I went downstairs. Alcohol for disinfection should be as free from impurities as possible. In Korea, you could just have a convenience store soju, but it’s hard to see distilled spirits in Britannia.
“Old lady. Are there spirits among the drinks sold here?”
“… Distilled spirits?”
The inn lady, who was busy working on the first floor, was excited for some reason when she heard me.
“Whoops. Great. I’ll get it. Just in case, there is a jar of grievances.”
She said blatantly amused.
“A very nasty guy that a good girl had a drink on the first day.”
