Watching the soldiers rush into motion, I unconsciously lowered the food I had been eating.
“What the hell? Did something happen?”
Windhand, whom I had run into on the street—though it was only half a coincidence, since I had been lingering around the district where he was staying just in case—did the same.
Still chewing bread, he tapped me a couple of times.
He had better eyesight than I did, so why he felt the need to do that was beyond me.
“The north really has something happen every other day.”
“Who knows. I do not think things happen quite that often……”
“That’s because you’re holed up in the Magic Tower. Where I’m staying now, I hear people fighting every damn day.”
I think that was just because the inn he had moved to was in a bad neighborhood…
Then again, Jacrati’s public safety wasn’t exactly good either…
Was it?
The only Jacrati I knew was the one already ruined by demons, so I had no idea what its normal level of public order was like.
“It is rather amusing to hear a former pirate discuss public safety.”
Still, that definitely was not something Windhand got to say.
You bastard, if that incident hadn’t happened, you would have kept right on being a pirate.
“Y-Yeah, okay. So do you know what’s goin’ on over there?”
“I do not.”
In any case, neither of us understood the situation, so we merely shrugged at each other.
Seriously, what was going on?
“The soldiers are causing another commotion.”
Meanwhile, the merchant selling boiled tomatoes stuffed into hard bread began leisurely packing up the stall.
The movement looked so natural that, as a customer, it took me quite a…