Side Chapter 2
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ED: LonelyMatter
Side Chapter 2 – Idle Talk: Master and Disciple Prepare for Their Trip
A few hours after Ain’s souvenirs and Krone’s letter arrived at the royal capital.
Mouton’s blacksmith’s shop, tucked away in a corner of the craftsmen’s district, remained hectic.
It was already night. The two continued to make noise regardless of the time.
“Hey, Ememe! What’s this bill?”
Mouton was in a hurry, but he took a break after fetching water. A letter appeared in front of his eyes.
He opened it and found a bill for a “small” amount of money. It was addressed to Ememe.
“What is it, Master? I can’t hear you because the furnace is making too much noise!”
In order to dismantle the magic stone furnace, the remaining power of the magic stone must be drained from the various parts.
If it was not drained completely, it would turn into miasma, which would have a negative effect on the environment.
Ememe used special equipment to remove the remaining magic power.
“Ah! What is more important, your master’s voice or the sound of the furnace?”
From a third party’s point of view, these lines would surely be considered absurd. But to these two, such common sense does not apply.
Ememe, the apprentice, was influenced by her master, Mouton. She, too, showed a mysterious hot-bloodedness.
“Mm… this is a challenge! Well, bring it on! Come on, Master! One more time!”
“Oh, well said! I’ll postpone grilling you, you know! ——…What is this bill, I ask you!”
Ememe concentrated on Mouton’s words despite the loud noise of the furnace.
Despite the lively dialog between the two, she listened carefully and showed the strength of her race.
“Oh, that was it? I bought a new perch for the new place! It’s a genuine Huorn group!”
It’s about a three-hour water train ride from Baltic. The Huorn Group is a group of Huorns in this place.
They have been supplying the craftsmen with high-quality wood to meet their needs.
“As always, you choose good wood! You have a different eye when it comes to minerals and such!”
“Hehehe. I know, right?”
Ememe was embarra.s.sed. If one were to describe her appearance in words, she really was a small animal type of girl.
She was about 150 cm tall, and when she spread her wings, they were wider than her height.
She had short, light brown hair with orange tinges.
Despite her blacksmithing, her skin was kept white and porcelain-like.
“I’ll just ask you this. When will you be receiving this?”
“Three weeks from now! It’s a custom order, so it takes time.”
Mouton had a rough idea of what to expect.
But when she told him, his body began to shake with anger.
“What an idiot! You really are a yakitori, aren’t you? You’re not a bird; you’re already a yakitori!”
“Huh? Why are you so angry, Master? If you want some for yourself, I’ll order more for you…”
With a blue vein on his forehead, Mouton began to think about how to discipline her.
He heard about the three-week period and confirmed that she was a bird-headed person.
“What am I supposed to do with the perch, you idiot? Speaking of three weeks, we’re not here anymore!”
“Really? Awww… What am I going to do…?”
Mouton would not sell the house. But he planned to live in the royal capital for a while, so there’s no point in having a new perch delivered here.
“…W-w-w-what shall I do, Master! I can’t cancel now! But as expected from you, Master, to notice such a thing!”
“Ngh…? Oh, I know, right? I’m not that stupid, after all… Goodness, I guess it can’t be helped.”
He didn’t feel bad about being praised. That’s what most people feel.
But this Mouton felt much better than most people when he received compliments. But that was only for those who were close to him.
He had the mental capacity to rub his nose in the face of a customer he didn’t care about, even if the customer praised him.
“Can’t you do something about it? I’ll think of something, you idiot! d.a.m.n you, you stupid disciple…”
“Kyaaa! Are you serious, Master? I’ll follow you for the rest of my life!”
To be moved by something simple may be an admirable talent.
And if these two seem to be having fun, that’s probably the best thing.
Ememe jumped up and started playing with him. Mouton caught her easily.
Mouton’s arms were still strong today.