I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

185. Losing One’s Self by Accident Means Death (1)

First of all, let’s go.

I roughly threw the scarecrow with the hole in the corner and picked up my backpack.

Now it’s time to leave.

I closed the secret passageway in the studio, took one last look around the studio, closed the door, and came out. No one will be entering the studio for about a month, so there will be a lot of dust when we return.

I had told the owner not to clean the workroom due to possible problems, so I planned to do a thorough cleaning when I returned.

If you come back safely.

By the way, I hope the kids are listening well in class. I lock the studio door, come out, and look at the academy in the distance. Although the sun was shining brightly in my eyes, I stared blankly at the academy.

I’m not even a student, but it feels strange when I’m about to leave.

It’s only a month out.

Does this mean that I too have largely escaped the desert island mentality? When I lived on an uninhabited island, I often changed my residence to survive. It was a time when people did everything they could to survive, so if you think about it, it was natural.

Now, it has become something that is not taken for granted.

“…I hope I can come back safely.”

If things went as I expected, I would be able to return in a month with no problems, but if not, it could be a headache. If I were an unemployed person who didn’t do any work, if I thought about making prosthetic hands in addition to working as an escort driver, there was a high possibility that I would be behind on work.

Another problem is that if it is too late, it may become difficult to participate in the war.

… No.

What should I do now while thinking about this? Let’s leave quickly.

I walk leisurely towards the main gate of the academy. Unlike usual, the quiet scenery of the academy gave me a strange feeling.

I guess I won’t be able to see the academy for a while.

I hope they don’t get into trouble. Get caught up in an incident.

Although she had spoken to Principal Merlin in advance, she was worried about Karina who might get caught up in the upcoming incident. Since she has Lennie attached to her, she won’t be able to approach her easily…

It doesn’t matter since I’m not approaching you with malicious intent.

She’s just trying to persuade Karina to get elected as student president.

Either way, if she thought it would be a burden for Karina, she would want to break her leg club, but…

What happened? I can’t solve everything.

“Good luck.”

“See you later.”

I left the academy’s main gate and walked leisurely toward the carriage.

—————-

Maybe I should have just taken the portal.

I looked out the window, trying hard to endure the throbbing pain in my butt. Even though all I could see were the trees that filled my field of vision, I couldn’t bear the boredom if I didn’t see at least this.

Should I be glad that I am alone?

At least you can sit comfortably without worrying about what other people think.

[Contractor, are all carriages like this? I’m dizzy-]

“I didn’t know you had the concept of dizzy.”

[Even after looking at it like this, it is a delicate grimoire. Joy. I don’t know the owner.]

“How do you know when I’m not even a grimoire?”

To begin with, there are very few grimoires with this much self-consciousness. Now that I think about it, I left the grimoire on the bookshelf in the corner of my room… I guess no one will touch it, right?

It looked like it was just an old book, so I thought it would be better to assume that there wouldn’t be a problem unless someone tried to steal it on purpose.

Anyway, what’s important now isn’t the grimoire that grants wishes.

[Ugh, I’m bored…]

“Just look outside or something.”

[But I already watched it to my heart’s content.]

Lue, sitting opposite me, grunted and tapped her window with her tentacle. Every time her tentacle left a sucker mark on the window, a sticky, tsk tsk sound echoed through the carriage. That’s quite annoying to my ears.

“…Just be patient.”

[Just a little while and it’s already half a day.]

“Just wait a few more hours and we will arrive at the first stop.”

[Haam…Okay. Then I’ll get some sleep…]

Is that a magic angel or a dog? I stared blankly at Lue, who was curled up in her tentacles and falling asleep, and I thought she might get motion sick, so I looked out her window again.

When on earth will it arrive?

When…Some time…

“Hey! We’ve arrived!”

Oh, were you asleep?

I wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, picked up Lue, who was sleeping, and hung her on her waist.

[Umm…Are we there?]

“Yes.”

Is this Stein Village, her first stopover?

Coming from Calon, one of the continent’s leading cities, this is a town that is still too small to be called a city, but rather large to be called a village. Still, since it was one of the roads leading to the north, many visitors were seen coming and going in the village.

“There are quite a lot of people.”

“There are bound to be quite a lot of people this time of year. It’s almost time for the northern territories to stock up on food. So the merchants and the mercenaries who serve as guards transport food to the north.”

“Do you know much about the North?”

“I know. “Don’t you know that I was born and raised in the North?”

The coachman, whose shaggy beard completely obscured his chin, took a stick out of his pocket and put it in his mouth his his. Then he looked at me and asked.

“Hey, do you need a fire?”

“Because I am careful not to smoke.”

“When I was your age, I smoked all day long.”

“Then your body breaks down.”

“How much longer are you going to live in a world like this? “I’m going to live a short and bold life.”

The coachman, whose name I still didn’t know, giggled, lit the flame and took a deep breath.

I looked at that figure blankly, then turned my head and looked around the village. It feels like a medieval village, like something out of a movie.

Since this is on the outskirts of the central region, if you go to the north, will you be able to see buildings made in the northern style? I heard that the building in the north has a rather unusual shape.

“Well, after all, there’s nothing more special than smoking a cigarette after driving.”

“Do you know a good inn?”

“Hmm. The Goose that Laid the Golden Egg Inn would be the best. It’s reasonably cheap and located in a place with few people.”

“Then I will stay at the inn.”

“I’m not even thinking about looking for another place.”

“He was recommended by Principal Merlin, so would you stab him in the back?”

If you hit it, just hit it on the head in reverse and that’s it.

The middle-aged coachman, who was holding a stick in his mouth, seemed to like my answer and said to me with a chuckle.

“You will never regret it.”

—————–

“It’s pretty old.”

“It was a place that had been in operation for quite some time when I first started working as a coachman. “The taste of alcohol here is amazing.”

“I have to leave tomorrow, so I shouldn’t drink too much.”

“I’ll only drink it as an accommodation.”

“Then, if the carriage overturns, I cannot be held responsible.”

I would be able to survive by remodeling the entire carriage, even if I fell the moment it overturned, but the coachman would have just broken his neck and died.

“Hehe, this guy. I have 20 years of experience as a coachman. 20 years. “I pride myself on knowing my drinking capacity better than anyone else.”

Isn’t this a line that drunkards often say? I chuckled at his words and asked the lady at the counter for a room to stay for the night and dinner.

[Ugh, if I had a mouth, I would taste food too.]

I have sight, touch, and hearing, but no mouth.

I glanced at this strange grimoire and watched the food slowly flying onto the table. A golden brown steak with plenty of meat. And even a salad that seemed to be mixed together.

Although it is not a full meal, it is a meal that is reasonably filling. I ate a spoonful of soup with a spoon.

“It’s delicious.”

“Yes? “When I come to this town, I don’t stay here for no reason.”

“Recommended.”

As expected, since he is an experienced driver, the pick is not bad. Since we only ate roughly with carry-on food, we hurriedly filled our hungry stomachs by ordering additional food.

In the end, we finished our meal after ordering two more meals.

“You’re paying a lot for your size.”

“The coachman seems to be eating well too.”

“Call me Tom.”

“All right. Mr. Tom.”

“What about you…Just call me Tom.”

The coachman and guide named Tom trembled, apparently because he did not like adding the letter ‘ssi’ to the end of his name. Just hearing this gives me goosebumps.

“Okay Tom. Where will you go tomorrow?”

“Hmm… It takes about a week to get from here to the next stop, Snowville.”

“It’s long.”

“It’s long. Still, there is a road to the north, so it’s like this. “If there is no road, the boat will take no longer.”

Is there that much of a difference? Well, in a way, it was only natural that the unpaved road would be bumpy and difficult to drive at speed. At least the carriage won’t overturn even if you speed up a bit on the road.

“Anyway, won’t you tell me too? “What are you going to do in the north?”

“Because I have something to find.”

“I hate to say it, but the north is a barren place, so it’s not a place where anything can be.”

Can I tell you?

After some thought, I decided to tell him.

Maybe he knew information I didn’t know. Since he was in the same boat anyway, he had to know to some extent.

“…What I’m looking for is not a thing.

What I’m trying to find is… A divine beast.”