My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose

Chapter 140 – Glasses boy and the time before his first task at his new job

The night when I encountered the perverted person with a mask had ended, and it was now the next day.

I was thinking about what happened last night, while going out with Tyran and Seviarow on today’s patrol.

The first thing on my mind, was figuring out what the pervert did to me.

When we met at that roof, the pervert threw something at me while also releasing that upper kick.

If she had thrown a knife, I would have desperately tried to avoid it in any way that I could.

However, because I momentarily judged that thing as ‘not dangerous’, I didn’t avoid it, and so, I was hit.

If I had forced myself to avoid it, I would lose my balance.

Once I was in such a state, I would be in a very dangerous position, so my judgement at that moment was to not try avoiding it desperately.

But when I think about it carefully, that thing was thrown with some intention behind it.

It didn’t matter if it looked dangerous or not, I shouldn’t have allowed it to hit me. I should have desperately tried to avoid it.

But at that moment, I couldn’t think this far… This is a weak point I need to fix.

But… Well, let’s put this aside for now and focus on the thing itself.

I felt a big impact on my body when the thrown object hit me. It was strong enough to blow my body backwards.

However, the impact itself did almost no damage.

I did feel my lungs and ribs creak a bit, but there was no lasting damage.

Was this… Full Impact, but with reduced power?

Then what was the thing that was thrown at me? I think it emitted a faint green glow for a second.

If I were to force a connection between those things based on what I already know… Then I was hit with pebbles that had Full Impact imbued on them?

But then, what was that flash? Full Impact doesn’t emanate a green light.

Or was I mistaken, and the light didn’t come from the pebbles, but from something else?

… I can’t come up with an answer just by thinking about this.

Let’s leave it at that, then.

******

“What do we eat today for lunch…?

“Well, it’s about time we do something to welcome you, Elle, isn’t it? Let’s go eat some of the local specialties then.” Seviarow said.

“Ah, please don’t worry about it.” I replied.

Then, I was poked on the side by Tyran, who was right next to me.

He looked down at me with his usual grim expression.

… I guess he is telling me to just accept it quietly? Alright then.

“Tyran really likes it too, so… Do you want to go?” Seviarow asked both me and Tyran.

The big man nodded to her question.

Oh, I see… It’s not him telling me to not hold back, but more like him wanting to eat the specialties, so he is asking me to put up with it. That’s what he meant.

… Well, maybe that’s not quite right either. I think both reasons might be correct.

After all, I don’t feel any malice coming from Tyran.

“Then, I’ll be in your care… Oh, don’t hold my hand though.” I told Seviarow as she tried grasping my hand.

“Don’t be this unfriendly. Holding hands should be fine.” Seviarow replied.

“No. Touching is prohibited.” I told her.

I don’t care about giving an unfriendly impression to a person that makes others wear that kind of underwear.

If I leave even a small opening, I’m afraid Seviarow will come at me in full force.

But more importantly than that…

Why did that pervert use me as a scapegoat?

In that situation, wouldn’t she have been able to escape normally?

Until she met me, her thievery hadn’t been exposed.

Perhaps… Because of the location?

We met at the commercial district; an area filled with stores.

In a country like this one, they surely have to deal with a lot of thieves.

After all, plenty of robberies seem to happen both during the day and the night in this city.

So, in a place like the commercial district, if somebody makes a fuss, family members and guards will probably react immediately.

This is probably how merchants support each other. They take the crime prevention matters into their own hands, supporting one another when thieves appear.

They were sleeping until the whistle sounded, but immediately after it, the sleeping men flew into action.

But until that point, there were hardly any people in the streets.

I guess they’re used to this kind of thing.

They acted quickly and rushed to help one another… The merchants of this country are strong.

… As for the behavior of that pervert… Perhaps she used me as a scapegoat because she was wary of me?

If I made a fuss, lots of people would surely come our way.

And most importantly, that pervert couldn’t read me.

Just like how I couldn’t read her.

If she tried ignoring me and leaving, there was a chance that I could start chasing her.

And when I think about it, I don’t think I would have gone straight to the mansion after meeting that pervert.

Because she was suspicious.

No matter how I look at it, she was definitely suspicious.

I mean, even I thought that I looked suspicious when I looked at myself in the mirror. And that pervert looked even more suspicious than me.

So, even if we broke up and went through separate ways, she couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t start secretly following her.

Moreover, she couldn’t know what I was doing at that hour while being dressed like that, so she didn’t know if she could ignore me.

In that kind of situation, both of us were way too suspicious, while we also didn’t have nearly enough information on one another, so… We couldn’t predict what would be the next move of the other party.

So, in order to escape safely, she left me as a scapegoat.

… When I think about it carefully, I suppose I can understand her actions, even if I don’t agree with them.

And well, I’m not sure if I wouldn’t have done the same if our positions were reversed.

I might have used her as a scapegoat too.

Though I don’t want to take actions that will make people hold a grudge on me. It’s the kind of thing that is too troublesome in the long run.

But it would have definitely been an option.

If I put my immediate safety as the top priority, then having a scapegoat was not a bad idea.

But well… When you do this kind of thing, you have to accept that the other party might hold a bit of a grudge towards you.

And I do have a small grudge right now.

I definitely want to thank her.

******

“Eh? That’s the specialty?” I commented.

“Oh, right. You came to this city recently, didn’t you, Elle? You’re from another village or town.

“What are you thinking? That this is a bit too primitive or unrefined for a specialty?” Seviarow asked me.

No… How to explain it…

“I was just surprised at how familiar it felt.” I said honestly.

“What? You’re used to this?” Seviarow asked.

The lawless country’s specialty that Seviarow brought us to eat, was a food stall located in the commercial district.

Or rather… It’s more like a store, but that was not located under a ceiling, but was under the blue sky instead.

There are quite a few customers here, and there are more than ten tables in this store, with over half of them filled.

The scent that spreads throughout the area must play a strong role in attracting customers.

To be honest, it’s irresistible.

The sound that comes from here is also nice.

It feels more like a campsite dinner than a lunch at a store. Especially when considering how rough the log chairs surrounding the tables are.

But this feels very familiar to me.

It’s something we did a lot at the assassins’ village.

The table is a masonry furnace with a hollow interior.

Two or three red-hot stones are inside it. They’re basically substituting fire for magical stones that are powered by magic cores.

And the upper part of the furnace is covered with a fine wire mesh.

It’s a pretty simple thing, really. We’ll be grilling and eating the meat right in front of us, as well as the other things that are available too, like vegetables and bread.

It does feel primitive, and it does lack the elegance of civilization.

But I also know…

“There is a surprising amount of depth to this, isn’t there?” I commented.

The texture of the meat changes depending on the cut, and the taste changes quite a bit depending on what seasoning you use.

There is plenty of depth in this.

When we were at the village, the people there taught me a lot of things.

How to properly grill and eat the meat, how to maximize the taste…

Me and Florentine both love meat, so we tried various things to improve the taste.

After all, as a meat lover, I can’t lose to the people of the village.

“So you already know? How boring.” Seviarow commented.

It’s not boring.

I’m curious about how different it is over here. How unique is the way that they prepare their meat in this country.

I’m also curious about how much meat is commonly procured in Krozheit.

So, I placed my order and proceeded to ignore Seviarow, who had already started drinking in the middle of the day, alone.

I still have a lot to think about what happened yesterday anyways.

Like… What did that pervert steal?

In all likelihood, that pervert was the thief.

Otherwise, they might have assumed that I was the thief and acted accordingly.

But when considering that she used me as a scapegoat and ran away… That was basically a confession that she was the thief, wasn’t it?

I mean, there’s no way she could conclude that I was the thief just because I looked suspicious. That’s not enough proof.

Therefore, I think I can safely assume that she is the thief.

But what did she steal? That’s the real question here.

Considering where I found her, it was probably stolen from a store located somewhere in the commercial district.

But what bothers me are the words that the noble-looking man told me.

He said that I must have stolen it because it was important, otherwise I wouldn’t have stolen it.

As in… That pervert didn’t steal a large quantity of goods, or things that were worth a lot of money… She just stole the most valuable thing.

Or rather, she stole the thing that was most important for that noble-looking man.

Also… That man said his life was on the line.

When I take that into account, I don’t think the stolen thing was valuable for the noble-looking man himself, but… More like something that he procured at the request of a powerful person?

In that case, the powerful person might get really angry at the blunder of letting the item get stolen, even after asking the other person to procure it…

Tyran silently moved his hands towards the grill.

Hey, Tyran. That meat is the one I was grilling. That’s not allowed.

I will not forgive you if you mess up here. If you put this meat in your mouth, I’ll hit you with a liquor bottle.

I didn’t say anything, but I glared hard at Tyran.

He had been eating through slice of meat after slice of meat with great momentum, but… When I glared at him, he stopped and returned my meat to the grill.

Alright, you’re forgiven.

… I wonder if I gave off some murderous intent?

Well, that can’t be helped.

He did try touching my meat, after all.

“Oh? You don’t seem to care much about most things, but you can actually get angry when the matter is food?” Seviarow asked.

She was looking at me with quite a bit of interest, but I decided to ignore her and continue to eat the meat.

And to be precise, it’s not food that can get me angry, it’s meat.

******

I think that’s all that I can think about over the events of the last night.

I don’t have the means to get the answers to my questions, so there is no point in thinking about it too much.

“… What is it?” I asked Seviarow.

We had finished our lunch, which included grilled meat, vegetables and bread, so we were now going back to the mansion in the brothel district.

But then, Seviarow suddenly smelled me blatantly… I don’t like this.

She laughed, “You smell like grilled meat.”

Oh? Was that it?

Well, that can’t be helped. The smell of the burning fat would definitely cling to me and my clothes when I received so much of that smoke.

“You smell the same, young lady.” I replied.

Though Tyran is probably the one who smells the strongest. He was bathing in the smoke as he ate.

He too, is definitely a meat lover.

“I’ll get Dyna to prepare the bath.

“Be ready by the time dinner comes around. And change your clothes by then too.” Seviarow told me.

… Ah, because of the smell?

Coming to think of it, the manager did say that she was going to eat outside today.

As in, I’ll start working as a bodyguard tonight.

“As the hag said this morning, eating out means that she has an appointment with someone, so you better take care of your appearance.

“Though well, Dyna and the others will surely take care of it even if you don’t.” Seviarow told me.

I guess he will.

It’s reassuring to have him there, to be honest.

Once I return to the mansion, I guess I’ll ask Dynawood about what I need to be aware of when eating out.