223-Disadvantage of transfer magic?




 
...King's Landing is still buzzing.

 I've transferred to the building where Eric and I landed before, and I look out over the streets of the royal capital from there.

 There are large buildings lined up in my field of vision, and the streets are lined with a wide variety of people.

 There are no grasslands or fields at all, unlike the village of Coriat. This is a truly otherworldly city.

As I suspected, Misfirito Castle is huge.

 A majestic castle that stuck out dozens of heads above the other buildings.

 It was overwhelming to behold and made one's breath roar with the beauty and size of the building any time one looked at it.

 The dignity of the country can be proud just by having such a big building.

 But it seems to be very hard to clean such a big building. I wonder how they are cleaning the wall of the top floor.

 It's a good idea to keep looking at Misfirito's castle in a daze while thinking about how easy it is.

I'm sure it's fine to just sit on top of the building and watch the scenery, but I haven't been to the capital in a while. Let's have a little stroll.

 You have come all the way to the capital. It would be a good idea to buy things that can only be bought here.

 I've been here before, around spring. The food on the market and market stalls and foodstuffs may have changed as the season changes.

 With my heart racing for the first time in a long time in the royal capital, I used my magic-free shield as a staircase and descended into the back alley.

 As I descended into the back alley to keep a low profile, I aimed for the main street lined with shops and stalls.

 Just going out of the alleyway into a normal street, the number of people started to increase at once.

 Maybe it's because I've been relaxing in the village of Coriat lately, but I'm surprised to see so many people out here.

 In my previous life, I was walking in the middle of a crowd that was much more incomparable, but it's interesting to get used to it.

 I walk down the street, listening to people's conversations and hustle and bustle.

 There are many theaters and high end stores in the northwest, so there are a lot of well-to-do families and townspeople going about their business in this area. The shopkeepers lining the streets seem to understand this, and many of them are very peaceful touts.

 If you go towards the main street or market, it's a storm of voices. And there are no weird shopkeepers who make you wear socks on radishes.

 Well, that's the kind of place I'm heading to now.

 As I walked down the street, checking out the rows of shops, I reached the front of the theater.

 A circular plaza with beautiful cobblestones. Beside it is a magnificent theater.

 I hadn't been here since I saw a play by Eric and the Dragon Slayer. It's really nostalgic.

 If my brother Silvio and sister Elinora were standing next to me, I would have gone to see the Dragonslayer play again.

 But now I'm alone. It might be interesting to see a different play by myself, but somehow that would be lonely.

 I'll come see the play again next time I'm with someone else.

 With that in mind, I move to the main street that stretches from the square to the central square.

 As I was making my way towards the east side, I saw knights in silver armor walking towards me. Their armor reflected in the sun's light, giving off a dull glow.

 Some of them wore beautiful swords at their waists and some held spears and shields in their hands.

 I've seen two or so knights patrolling side by side in the royal capital many times, but this is the first time I've seen five or more people walking side by side.

 It's a good idea to have a good time with your friends and family. I followed suit and went to the edge of the street.

 The knights pass by, clattering their armor.

What do you mean, "Find the brown-haired boy? What reason would you have for looking for such a boy? Roughly how old are you when it comes to boys?

I think he was ten years old or something, right?

'There are plenty of rotten brown-haired boys of about ten years old in King's Landing. Don't you have any more obvious features?

If I had to guess, I'd say his eyes are dead and his face doesn't look right...

'Dead eyes? What kind of kid would do that?

I don't understand. But this is an order from Lady Leila, isn't it?

'I don't think Lady Leila would give us any reckless orders, let alone Lady Couderia, but...'

'Well, we'll just have to look around here anyway. It's an order from the princess, and even if we don't find it, we need to know that we did.

Well yes.

 The knights have such a conversation and then leave for the theater.

 The brown-haired boy with the dead eyes? 

 I hate to admit it, but people often tell me I'm dead in the eyes. And even my hair is brown. I'd say I'm close to ten years old, though I'm a little older.

 ...maybe that's not me, huh?

 But I don't think I've done anything to be searched by the knightly people, and I don't think I've done anything to be searched. No, I've done something illegal in transition or something, but it would be impossible to identify me.

 I'm sure I haven't done anything wrong. It's a very good idea to have a good time with your friends.

 The theater area where the knights roam is disturbing, so I'll stay away from it. It's best to stay out of trouble, too.



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 As I moved from the theater toward Central Main Street, I looked at the stalls and shops that stood at one end of the street.

 As I suspected, the foodstuffs have changed as the seasons have changed.

 I talked to the owner who seemed to have time on his hands and got knowledge of unknown ingredients, and then bought them and stored them by spatial magic. The same goes for other items like reversies, used up wood and scrap iron from toys, thread and fabric.

 When I finish restocking them, I take a break and go to the juice stall. It's the same juice stall I had with Ra-chan and Meena before.

 Most of the juices on the menu have been changed to something I don't know, probably because the seasons have changed and they're out of season.

 Because it is hot summer. There seems to be a lot of citrus fruits with a nice, refreshing aftertaste.

 I ask for one of the refreshing juices called Breath Juice.

 When I took a sip of the bright green juice, it had a faint sweetness and a mint-like twang that pierced me.

 When I exhaled, I took a swooshing breath, exactly as if I had eaten mint.

'I see, so that's why it's breath juice.

 I was expecting a refreshing fruit juice, but it was not so bad.

 As I was drinking it with admiration, a lady selling the fruit juice came up to me and said, "Oh, you're a clever boy, you can drink it without changing your face.

Oh, you are such a great boy that you can drink it without changing your face. There are a lot of adults who would get a twisted face if they drank it.

 The sister looked at me somewhat amused, as if she found it funny that I was drinking normally.

'It's sweet and delicious. Maybe it's thanks to the swooshing breath or maybe it makes you feel cooler.

'Oh, it's nice to meet someone who knows how good this is. Some rude people treat this juice like it's a punishment these days.

 As someone who had a taste for mint-type things in a previous life, this is about as gentle a habit as you can get.

 However, from someone who isn't very familiar with it, it would be tough.

 It's not hard to see why you'd want to punish them.

'Those people don't know how good this is, do they?

'Yeah, totally. We'll have to work on making it easier to drink.

 After saying that, she moved on to deal with the next customer.

 Maybe it's because she's been running this stall for a while now, but she's got a lot of spirit for business. As long as that sister's ambition continues, that juice stall will continue to exist.

 Breath Juice is not popular at the moment, but someday it may become a popular product that all the customers want to buy.

 I sat down on a step at the end of the road.

 On the other side, a group of kids were playing an interesting game.

'Ikkei! My frame! Pop it off!

Don't lose my panel!

Oh, what? My panel won't turn? Why?

 What the children are working on is a panel that I invented and Grandpa Lazares commercialized.

 The prototype arrived in my territory just a few days ago, but I heard that it's already on sale here.

 Well, there was no problem with the prototype, and I have no complaints about it.

 I'm not going to promote and sell my toys with any enthusiasm.

 It's enough for me to spend whatever I want and have enough money in my pocket so that people won't complain if I linger in the future. I don't want more than that.

 And the messy business dealings, sales, production, etc. are Tory and Grandpa's domain. I'm going to do my best to stay out of it.

 Since you've come to King's Landing, I'd like to go to Grandpa Lazares' house, but I'm sure he'll say how you got here. Or rather, they will definitely say it. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait until another time to show my face.

'Hey, how can I turn the panel?'

Tie it up a little more neatly. You can't go around with a mess like that.

So how do you wind it up?

Give me that. I'll wrap it up for you.

 It's kind of strange to see strange kids playing with a toy you thought up.

 That was my idea, right? What would happen if I said that? I'd probably be called out for lying or something.

 Well, I can't be that proud of it, though, since both the frame and reversies are just replicas of toys from my previous life.

 As I sip my breath juice, I watch the kids happily playing with the frames.

"So, hold it horizontally like this and throw it. Do it.

 When the boy wraps the string around the frame and explains how to throw it, the girl nods her head and takes it.

 The girl moves her arm to ruminate on what the boy taught her.

 After confirming the movement, the girl throws the frame vigorously with a look of determination.

 The spinning energy of the string is transmitted and the piece is released from the string and falls to the ground.

''Ah! We're turning! My panel is rolling! Thank you!

Oh, well, that's good.

 A girl smiles an innocent smile and says thank you, and a boy scratches his head unintentionally in embarrassment.

 I feel like a youthful development is happening right in front of me.

 It's funny. I should be about the same age as those boys, but I'm not going to be like that at all.

 The faces in the panels I did were my bad friends Thor and Asmo. And the old adventurers, Roomba and Gates.

 I wonder what the difference is........

 I get up and away from the steps as it becomes hard to look at the scene in front of me.

'Juice! Juice!

 And as I was just walking along, with no guessing, I heard a somewhat familiar, infantile voice from ahead.

 Her hair, which was somewhere between gold and brown, was in a twin-tailed bun, tied up with a red ribbon.

 The girl, dressed in a pure white short-sleeved dress, came skipping along in a good mood.

 There's no doubt about it. It's Ra-chan.

 The moment I became convinced, Ra-chan also noticed our presence and rolled her eyes.

''.......Huh? It's Al!

 Ra points at us and shouts in surprise.

 Oh no. If Ra-chan is there, there's a very high possibility that Sherka is with him.

 If that guy finds out that I'm here, it's going to be troublesome in many ways.

 There's neither Sherka nor the maid in sight right now. Now is the time to run away.

 I feel sorry for Ra-chan, but I ignore the voice that was called to me and run to a side street.

''Ah! Why are you running away!

 With Ra's angry voice at my back, I transition to the roof of the building across the street.

 I feel my body floating softly and my vision instantly switches.

 At the same time as I lower my stance to hide on the roof, Ra-chan peers down the side street where I escaped.

'Al-! ....Huh? No?

'What's the matter, Lady Rana? It's not safe to start running so fast!

 Ra-chan looked curiously down the side street for a few seconds. A young maid came rushing up behind her in a hurry.

 Apparently, it's not the maid who carried Bram in her rice-sama carrier.

 I'm a little relieved about that.

''Rana-sama, what's wrong with you peeking down the side street?''

This is where Al was.

Al? Are you by any chance the Alfreet-sama that Rana-sama usually refers to?

Huh? Yeah, maybe.

 No, no, no, Ra. Let's give a firm nod there. My name is Alfried.

 I guess my real name is hazy because I only call them by their nicknames.

''I haven't heard any information that the Surolet family is in the royal capital, right? And it seems that Elinora-sama, the eldest daughter, returned to the territory not long ago. It's quite rare for that family to come to the royal capital, so as soon as they come to the royal capital, information will be passed around.

 So my family is a rare monster.

 Well, there's a hero named Dragon Slayer. Maybe it's not surprising that information is going around.

'But I saw Al!

Ha, ha. But he's not here, is he?

So that's funny!

 Ra-chan says, puffing out her cheeks, as if she's greatly dissatisfied with my absence. In response, the maid looks deeply troubled.

 But I can't show my face, can I?

 Lah-chan looks for me for a while, and the maid reluctantly goes along with it.

 But you won't find me hiding on the roof on the other side.

'Lord Rana, it seems he's not there, is he? We've got some magic practice at the mansion afterwards, so let's get some juice and go back.

Yes.

 Realizing that I wasn't there, Ra-chan nodded, though he was not exaggerating.

'...I wish I could play with Al and Eric again.

 The transference magic is quite convenient because it can go from place to place, but the problem is that you can't meet acquaintances without bypassing them.......



 After recognizing the shortcomings of transference, I returned to the village of Koliat by transference with an indescribable feeling.