30 side: Alfine cruel reality.txt





 Alfine's point of view


 After being rocked by a carriage, they had arrived in Algren, a large city in the north.

 The northern mountainous region is a cold region where snow always remains unmelted, and this Algren is also a city that is buried under snow for nearly half a year.


 However, there are many mineral resources lying dormant in the surroundings of Algren, and the refining industry is said to be thriving.

 It has grown to become one of the largest cities in the kingdom by exporting the refined metals to various parts of the world.


I'm not sure I've ever been to this part of town. I haven't been over here much, though.''

The furnaces used to refine the many minerals are working day and night. This city is also known as the city of ashes and smoke. Now.


 I muttered to myself about the city I could see through the window, and the butler gave me an alias for the city of Algren.


'So ......'


 I'm not particularly interested in the city's alias, but it makes me squeamish to think that Fynn, who seems to have thrown away his adventurer's insignia, might be in this city.


 I'll find him, apologize for what I've done, and return to King's Landing.

 I can no longer hope for the luxury of having him by my side unconditionally, as he has always done: ......

 It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you're going to be able to get your hands on a new one.


 It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to see the difference.

 That's me.


 I finally realized that after he was gone for the past month.

 If you're a decent person, you would have fallen out of love with this woman a long time ago.


 Nevertheless, Fynn was willing to put up with my unreasonable behavior in the hopes that I would change, but I didn't want to change at all.

 But when I didn't show any interest in changing, she finally gave up and left.


 She really is a stupid woman. ......

 There is no way to scoop up what has fallen out of your hand.


 The only thing you can do is to make sure he's okay, apologize for what you've done, and start a different path with each other.

 The only way to prevent him from hating me anymore is to do it that way: ......


 I can't help but sigh with a deep sigh as I look at the gray sky and the city.



 When the carriage stopped, I saw my destination, the Adventurer's Guild of Algren.

 Above the entrance was a large pickaxe and an insignia design with a large pickaxe and ore on it.

 This seems to be the source of the insignia of this Algren's Adventurer's Guild.


 When I alighted from the carriage, a man and woman who appeared to be employees of the Adventurer's Guild were waiting at the entrance with their heads down.


''Alfinae-sama, we have been waiting for you. As we reported beforehand, the man in question is being held in an underground cell.

Yes. Can I see you now, soon?

Yes, I'm ready to go.

The entrance will be through there.


 As the man said this, a female staff member quietly began to lead me to the entrance of the dungeon, which is the back door.

 The staff of Algren's adventurer's guild led me to the underground cells to avoid the passing adventurers.


 I've heard that the Adventurers' Guild in the capital also has solitary confinement cells where guilty adventurers are kept until their sentences are finalized, but they are not open to the public.

 Such cells were musty and filled with a sour smell.


 A staff member led me to the cell of a man who used Fynn's adventurer's insignia to disguise his identity.


"Hey, wake up. "Hey, get up, man, we'll take a look at what's going on here.


 The man seemed to be asleep on the floor and began to rustle in response to the staff's voice.


'Shut up. I don't have anything more to say. I'll tell you everything.


 A man of indeterminate age, covered in stubble, responded in sloppy language.


 I grabbed the man by the collar of his clothes through the bars and pulled him close.


I'm not interested in who you are, but I'm very interested in the person you're pretending to be, so would you be willing to help me?


 I thought I could have asked for it as calmly and emotionally as possible.

 However, the man looked pale, as if he had become intimidated by my spirit.


Hi. Please don't kill me," he said. I'm just trying to help you. I just wanted to hide my identity in a hurry. That insignia was the last souvenir of a man who passed away in the slums.

"A man down in the dumps?

Yeah, it was a young guy with dark hair, very unusual. He had some kind of a disease, and when I found him in a dumpster in the slums, he was the death of a human being.


 The man began to flutter and talk about how he got that insignia.


 A young black-haired man passed away from illness in the slums .......

 It's not possible that Fionn is ...... that, no way, it's not ...... that he's the right person.


 I'm not going to be able to tell you what to do," he said.


I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do that.


 He made the mistake of grabbing the man's collar by the wrong hand and tore his clothes off.


'Oh, I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him," he said. I didn't want him to blame me for leaving the body in the harbor, so I threw it out to sea. So I pretended to be that guy with the leftover insignia and tried to suck his sweet juice as a platinum grade adventurer!


 The man was ranting and raving, insisting that he hadn't killed himself and that the young dark-haired man had died of an illness.


 No way would that hardy Fynn would die of illness ...... easily, even though it was a cold land.

 The man who went down dead may be a young man with dark hair, but he's not the same ...... person as Fynn, I'm sure.


 His mind was stirred up by the information brought to him by the man.

 I'd like to believe that the man who was dead was a different person, that he had somehow acquired Fynn's insignia and had passed away here, and while I'd like to believe that, I also wish that Fynn had really been sick and dead. All these feelings were competing with each other in my mind.


'So we also searched the sea where the man said he had been dumped, based on his testimony, and found the body of a young man with decomposing black hair.

What?


 A man from the guild staff took over the words to supplement the man's testimony.


 My heart tightened even more when he told me that he had found the body.

 If the body was really Fynn, ...... we would never see him again forever, and he would never be able to apologize.


 Please ...... please be a different person from Fynn.

 Please. Please, God...... please.


 I think the upset was on his face when he was told they had found the body, but he couldn't afford to bother with that right now.


'The body is housed here. Would you like to confirm that you are the one we are looking for?


 A female guild employee asks to see how we're doing.


 If we leave like this, we won't have to confirm that Fynn is dead.

 But then, the situation will still be the same as it was before.


 If I run back here, I'll still be the spoiled foolish woman I've been.

 I've parted ways with myself in the past month.


 It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.



 The female guild staff took me out of my cell to find the body in a room on the other side.


''This is the body of the man who was pulled out of the sea. He was immersed in the sea, so he is decomposing. ......


 Inside the snow-cooled coffin was the body of a young black-haired man, half-decomposed and swollen all over.

 The corpse of an adventurer devoured by demons was familiar, but the thought that the corpse in front of him might be Fihn was uncontrollable, and the feeling in my stomach was uncontrollable.


''Ugh, geez ...... Keho, geez.''


 He spatters vomit on the floor and wipes his dirty mouth with his hand when he coughs.


'Please use this one. Don't worry, I'll take care of the stains on the floor for you.


 A concerned guild staffer offered me a handkerchief.


''Thank you. Thank you for your concern. I will now go and check it out.''


 He wiped his dirty hands with the handkerchief offered to him and stared again at the decomposing young male corpse.


 His height is about the same as Fynn's, but ...... and his hair has long bangs and black hair .......

 It might be Fynn from this one, but even though ...... black hair is rare, it's not like there aren't others .......


 The other thing that may or may not be there is a small tattoo that the director of the orphanage put on everyone's neck as a spell to avoid the plague .......


 I examined the decomposing body and tried my best to find out why this one wasn't a fynx.


"Excuse me, I need to see the neck, and I need you to help me turn it over.

Yes, sir.


 With the help of a female guild staffer, he carefully flips the body over, brushing up the hair and looking for a small tattoo on the neck.


''Huh?''


 When I brushed back my hair, I found a plague-avoiding tattoo of the same design as mine on the neck of the corpse.


 This is Fynn's tattoo: ......!

 I knew this body was Fynn .......


 At that moment, the emotions I had been holding back flowed out and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing from my eyes.

 The last thing I wanted to happen was to be confronted with the reality of what was happening to me.


 I would never see him again forever, and I would never be able to apologize for what I had done.

 Even though it was all my fault, I had no idea that he was going to treat me in such a cruel and terrible way. ......


 Is this punishment from God for my arrogance and selfishness?

 Then he should have just taken my life: ...... Why the hell is he a Feen?


'Feen! No, I don't! Why did you let him die all on his own? Fynn! Tell me you're lying! Fynn! I don't want to end up like this!


 I clung to the corpse for no apparent reason, and I cried and screamed without regard to my surroundings and fell to the floor, unconscious, covered in my own vomit.