Walking in Another World

ate of Efa, where those who research sorcery gather.

The Dragon Kingdom of Hafre, a country of people that worship dragons.

There have been small wars throughout history, but there hadn’t been any major wars between countries in a hundred years.

But ten years ago, the Borsheil Empire declared war on the Republic of Eldo, and war broke out.

It wasn’t too large at first, but eventually all seven large countries got involved.

Attacking countries, defending countries, countries that stuck to neutrality…

The world was being exhausted, but the war had no end in sight.

But three years ago, in the Holy Kingdom of Frieren… It started with a holy woman, and then the chief priest received a divine message from the goddess.

“The demon king has returned.
Loved ones, join forces and fight.”

At first, rulers dismissed this as nonsense, but when well-coordinated monsters started appearing, a ceasefire was called to drive them back.

They are still coming from a dark forest called demon forest, and attacking nearby kingdoms.

“Were you born here, Sora? Your equipment is pretty good for a beginner, so were you actually born to a good family?”

“No, I came from a place a little far away to make a living as an adventurer.
I saved money, learned how to fight, and I want to go around and see the world.”

I’m not really interested in that demon king.
It doesn’t even feel real to me, and I have no reason to hate it or anything.

If I really want to dig for a reason, I guess it’s the demon king’s fault I was summoned to this world.
But those people in the castle irritate me the most.
I wouldn’t fight even if they begged me.

Still, it’s not like I don’t want to become powerful in this world.

I’d be lying if I said I don’t want power.
I might actually become powerful one day because of this skill.

I think part of it is because I want to be better than those people too…

“See the world… That’s a funny motive.”

“Is it? I’m pretty serious about it.”

“I see I see.”

Rurika is staring at me while I talk.

It feels like she’s sizing me up.
Like she’s probing for something.

“What are you doing tomorrow? I assume you’re going to rest after completing a quest.”

“I’m probably going to be checking the delivery quests.”

“Delivery quests? Are you the delivery man people have been talking about?”

Delivery man?

I ask her what she means, and apparently adventurers have been talking about this weird person that’s been silently going around doing delivery quests no one wants to do.

“It’s safe here in town, and I’m new here, so I figured it was a good way to remember the streets and paths.”

Walking around helps me remember where stores are, and remembering paths can be useful if I ever need an escape route.

“You’ve been doing those hard quests…”

“Incredible…”

Their honest praise tickles, but it was partially because of my skill, and also because I wasn’t brave enough to leave the city.