So you're a nobleman, aren't you?

'Don't do that, Dad, it's weird when you say it. It's just like before.

Okay.

　When I say this, Dad relaxes his shoulders and returns to his original tone of voice.

　Obviously, my dad doesn't like that kind of talk. In fact, I'm the type of person who doesn't like to be beaten up either.

'So I won't even set up a stall here, and I won't spread the word to people unintentionally, so it won't affect my future sales.

　When I say this, Dad crosses his arms and snarls as if he's thinking.

''Well how much can you actually afford?''

How about 20 pieces of silver?

　For this amount of money, a family of four could live for three months.

　With the information from the incense plant, I think that's about right.

　However, old man has a difficult expression on his face.

　I thought I could start out low, and if the other party is pestering me, I can gradually raise the amount, but is that too low?

'Well my wife is pregnant right now and I want to feed her something good for the baby. Can you give me some more?

　I thought that Dad was going to fabricate more reasons to negotiate with me, but his words were already straightforward. So he wanted the money now, even if he had to sell the information.

　I want to feed my precious wife and the baby that will be born in the future a good meal.

　........what is it? It's terribly serious, unlike the negotiations I've been doing lately.

　And what do I look like these days?

　I've been in collusion with Thor, trying to talk Sheila down to prevent her from snitching on me, and trying to get Brother Silvio to fall under the charm of a slime cushion......

　Considering his mental age, I feel like my old man, who is the same age or slightly older, is living straighter than me.

　If this old man's serious expression and words are a lie and a bargaining technique to appeal to my emotions, then it's really a big deal. Or maybe I'm no longer good at thinking like that.



'Thank God!　Well, I'll tell you right away!　These herbs, they're--

Wait. I haven't paid you yet. If you don't pay me properly and then tell me, if you're a bad person, I'll run away from here, okay?

...Oh, oh. I see.

　He must have been overwhelmed with feelings for his precious wife and quickened. I'm smiling at even that.

　After quieting down old man, I take out a leather bag from my pocket.

It's a good thing I don't carry around forty silver coins, it'll be gold coins or something, do you have any change?

As expected of a food truck, I don't have 60 pieces of silver.

　Right? It's weird to give out gold coins and stuff in a stall.

　Maybe it's because the last time I used my wallet was Kagura, and all I have is big money and Kagura's money. I guess I'll have to exchange money for this one.

　If it's a sub-space due to spatial magic, I have a lot of silver coins stored in it, but I can't use that right now.

''Hey, I'll exchange money and bring it to you, just wait for me!

Oh, okay!

　I tell Dad that and I move away.

　Then I turn down a suitable alleyway, and when I enter the shadow of a building, I secretly activate my spatial magic.

　I take out a wooden box from the subspace and put the forty silver coins I took out of the subspace into it.

　Okay, that's perfect. It's exactly forty coins in there.

　With the crate in hand, I walk slowly and head towards my dad's stall.

'Oh?　Have you exchanged your money yet?　It must be quite a distance to the money changer.

'I have a servant nearby. I have a lot of money for times like this.

I see, that's a nobleman!

　It's a outright lie, but it's nothing to worry about, as long as you bring the money with you.

''Yes, there are forty silver coins in this crate.

'Oh!　Hang on. I'll count a few now.

　When I handed him the crate, Dad opened the lid and carefully counted the number of silver coins.

'Oh, it's perfect!　I mean, you're the one who wants to give them all the money at once.　Aren't these things supposed to be paid for afterwards, too, after making sure my information was correct?

I trust my dad's character. People who do bad things like that don't pay attention to you.

Well, I guess you could say that.

　Dad scratches his head, probably embarrassed by being told like that.

　And the guy who thinks about bad things basically doesn't talk about those things that are to his detriment.

　The really bad guys have a bad quality because they even try to hide it completely.

''And if they're wrong and then run away, they'll use their aristocratic powers to go after you.

　We have the power, and we have transference magic.

　If you try to trick me into running away, I'll go after you to no end.

"Oh, oh, that's so aristocratic of you...

　I don't know what it is, but I don't think that word is a compliment at all.



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　My dad gave me information about the herb, where to find it, and I decided to go to look for the herb by myself later.

　He politely tried to show me around the stall, but I politely declined.

　I'm so tired from walking around in the morning right now. What was the point of coming here if I had come to Kicker to take a break in the first place, but I had to go out again to run errands?

　I had to take a rest at the cafe here and regain my wits before going to catch the slime.

　Unfortunately, I'll have to wait until next time to collect the fragrant herbs. But I was afraid I would forget about them after today, so I got some from my dad and put them in my pocket. That way I'll be reminded of them when I take off my pants.

　I wave goodbye to my dad and push my way through the street of stalls, this time at a brisk pace.

　Then the stalls that line both sides of the street disappear, and the shops slowly begin to line up in a more relaxed manner.

　I look at the signs in the shops and on the street, looking for a good-looking cafe.

　There's even a clothing store, a flower shop, a vegetable shop, and a place that serves demon meat with gusto.

　I wonder if the menu is full of things like slashhawk herb-grilled meat like I just saw.　

　I don't dislike walking around an unfamiliar town looking for shops. It's exciting to discover such a shop in such a place.

　Even if I'm not in the mood to go in that day, I can check my memory to see if I'm interested in a shop and enter it when the moment strikes me.

　If I can use the transfer, it doesn't hurt to remember the various shops.

　I check the signs all over the place as I leisurely walk around.

　As I did so, I found a cafe like shop at the end of the street that sells food made with grapes.

　I check the words on the sign and see that the menu is full of grapes: chicken with white grapes, grape cheese salad, grape sandwiches, grape cookies, grape bread, and so much more!
It is.

　Kicker is famous for its grapes. The grape juice is also very thick and delicious, and I'm sure it would be delicious served as a dish.

　Grapes are sometimes eaten as fruit as they are, but I've rarely eaten them as a dish.

　After checking out the signage and being intrigued, the next step is to check out the restaurant.

　From what I'm feeling right now, I'm eager to get inside, but there are often a lot of women in a restaurant that serves this kind of trendy food.

　We have to make sure we don't feel uncomfortable inside because of the piercing glances and women's talk from women. If it was a couples-only restaurant, I wouldn't even look at it.

　With the experience I've gained from the past, I fearlessly check the shop through the window.

　Thanks to the large windows in the store, the room is not very wide, but it looks surprisingly spacious.

　There's only one female duo of customers, and the rest are lone customers, a man and a woman each.

　I guess even I, being a child, can get in here by myself.

　Encouraged by the surprisingly calm atmosphere, I open the door and enter the restaurant.

Welcome! How many people can I have?

　The bell on the door rings with a clang, and the female clerk asks for the usual words.

'I'm alone.'

Anywhere you want to be.

　An affable smile prompted me to look around for a seat that looked comfortable.

　Then I hear the faint sound of lively female laughter from upstairs.

　A group of young women are probably upstairs.

　Maybe this is just to keep men and women like me from being bummed out.

　If there were a lot of young women on the first floor, I'd definitely be turning around. The only people who would be able to get in would be good-looking men and couples.

　For now, absolutely no going upstairs.

'Manager!　Isn't that kid lost or something?

'You're an idiot. No stranger comes in with such an impudent expression on their face. You need to learn to see things a little better.

'Oh!　That certainly makes sense!

　I'm glad you let me in so easily, but how do you make that decision?　

　I get a mixed feeling of annoyance when I'm treated like a child, but not being treated like a child makes me feel unexcused.

　As I let my gaze wander with that thought, the lone customer by the window, a man, turned his gaze somewhat to ask for help.

　

　I guessed that from past experience, I let out a sigh in my mind and moved to the table next to the man and sat down.

　Then the man smiled a relieved smile and bailed.

　I nodded lightly at that, as if it were a samurai's mercy.