Chapter 3: Days at the Bakery

To be perfectly honest, my first impression of Haru-san wasn’t great.

"Welcome!" I would call out, greeting customers with a bright smile... only to find a man standing there who looked anything but welcoming.

He was massive, with hair as white as snow and eyes that were incredibly sharp. Deep down, I was a little intimidated, but I did my best to maintain my customer-service smile as I helped him.

He told me he’d come because he saw our help-wanted flier. On the surface, I was all smiles and politeness, but in my head, I couldn’t help but think, Is this guy for real? He looks a little suspicious.

I wondered if he might be a dangerous person... but I would soon come to feel ashamed for ever having such thoughts.

From his very first day, Haru-san worked harder than anyone. Even when my father barked at him, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. If anything, it only made him more focused on the task at hand. Watching him, I quickly had to revise my opinion of him.

As we worked together, I realized he was actually a very kind person. He’d already become a favorite among the regulars. People really aren't what they seem—I finally understood the true weight of that saying.

"Haru-san has really fit right in, hasn't he?" one regular remarked.

"Haha. I suppose he has," I replied.

"You know, seeing you and Risel-chan standing side-by-side like that... you look just like a married couple."

"...Wh-what?!"

The comment caught me so off guard that I practically shrieked. M-Married...? I’d never looked at a man that way before, and no one had ever looked at me that way, either. I’d never been popular at school, and I’d certainly never had a boyfriend. I was just plain, with nothing special about me.

"Haha. I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself," Haru-san said with a chuckle.

He didn't seem bothered by the comment at all, just offering his usual easy smile. But me? I felt my entire face turning a brilliant shade of crimson.

Right. Yeah. Of course. I was definitely overthinking it. Haru-san clearly didn't think anything of it... so I decided to try and put it out of my mind for now.

"Phew. Good work today."

"I'm going to head over to the Boss’s side," Haru-san said.

"Eh? But we went all the way to the farm today. You don't need to work any more..."

"No. My baking skills are still far from where they need to be. I need to learn more from the Boss."

"I see. Well, please don't overdo it."

"I won't."

Even after we got back from Oldo Farm, Haru-san didn't go home. Instead, he went straight to the kitchen to have my father teach him more about bread-making. I was exhausted just from the travel, yet Haru-san was still full of energy. His physical stamina was incredible, but his desire to improve was even more extraordinary. Aside from my father, I’d never seen anyone so dedicated.

Haru-san probably went home by now, right...?

It was late at night, and as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed the lights in the kitchen were still on. I figured my father was still at it, but when I looked inside, Haru-san was there, too. I thought he’d left ages ago... had he been here this entire time?

"No! Use less force!"

"Yes, sir!"

"You lack finesse, Haru! It’s fine to knead with conviction, but you need to sharpen your senses! Feel the dough with your fingertips!"

"Yes, sir!"

Haru-san shouted his acknowledgment and went right back to kneading the dough with everything he had. He’d been up since dawn, traveled by carriage, helped out at Oldo Farm, and now he was still baking.

"Haru-san..."

Watching him work so hard, I was struck once again by how amazing he was. Usually, people who came to work for us quit within a week. My father’s scolding was too harsh for most, and they usually weren't that interested in bread to begin with.

But Haru-san was different. He was sincere. No matter how much my father barked at him, he never got discouraged. He just kept trying.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. I didn't know why, but in that moment, Haru-san looked absolutely radiant to me.

"Dad, breakfast is ready!"

"Yeah."

Early the next morning, I sat down for breakfast with my father. Usually, he ate in silence, but today he actually spoke up.

"Risel."

"Hm? What is it, Dad?"

"What do you think of Haru?"

"—Huh?!" I nearly choked on my food.

"How do you think he’s doing at work?"

"Oh... you meant that."

"What else would I mean?"

"Nothing! It's nothing."

My heart was racing. Calm down, me. I don’t look at Haru-san in any special way... and I'm sure he doesn't think anything of me, either. Stay cool.

I gave my father an honest answer.

"I think Haru-san is doing a great job. He’s a fast learner, and he’s good with the customers. More than anything, he doesn't let your yelling get to him. He’s a hard worker and really passionate about it."

"Hmph. Well, I’ll grant him that the kid has grit."

"Right? It’s just been the two of us for so long, but Haru-san has been a huge help."

"I suppose so."

It was rare for my father to acknowledge anyone. My mother had passed away from a plague when I was very young, so it had always just been him. He was a strict man, both with himself and others. That was why seeing him accept Haru-san was so surprising.

"I acknowledge his effort. But there’s something off about him."

"Something off?"

"Haven't you noticed, Risel? Haru was likely an adventurer of considerable rank."

"Eh? Really?"

I hadn't noticed at all. I’d never cared about adventurer ranks; that world felt like a different universe to me.

"Yeah. It’s the grit, but more than that, his physique is extraordinary. I keep telling him he uses too much force, don't I?"

"Yeah..."

"Haru’s strength is abnormal. So much so that even I find it difficult to teach him how to rein it in. There’s zero waste in his smallest movements. Combat is etched into his very bones. I know a few A-Rank adventurers, but Haru might be even higher than that. The aura he carries is just... different."

"Wait... higher than A-Rank?"

Does that mean Haru-san was a former S-Rank adventurer? Those were the special ones that only a handful of people in the entire world could become. Even a simple baker like me knew that much. Could that really be Haru-san? Now that I thought about it, he was huge and had limitless stamina. If I looked at it that way, it did start to make sense... but then why become a baker? If he was such an incredible adventurer, he wouldn't need to work in a shop like this.

"It’s just hearsay, but adventurers are always living on the edge of death. Perhaps he lost someone important to him. When he first came here for the interview, he looked utterly drained."

"Ah..."

I remembered it now. When he came for his interview, Haru-san had mentioned he was exhausted. He’d looked pale and his clothes were in tatters. Maybe he really had lost someone precious during his time as an adventurer. Or maybe something even more tragic had happened—something that had broken his spirit.

So... that was the state he was in when he arrived here.

"Well, it’s not my place to pry or offer cheap sympathy."

"I guess not. But I'm surprised you were so worried about him, Dad."

"Ugh... I-I'm not worried. I’m just sharing information. Now, I'm heading to the kitchen."

"Okay."

My father hurried off to the back. I stared down at my empty plate.

"Haru-san..."

My father was right. It would be rude to offer him pity, especially when he was working so hard for us. I decided I would just keep treating him the same way I always did. That was the best thing I could do for him.

"Good morning, Risel."

"G-Good morning...!"

"What’s wrong? Your face is red."

"I-It’s nothing! Come on, let’s get to work!"

"Right."

Ugh... why? Why did my heart feel so fluttery every time I looked at him now? Get it together, Risel! You're his supervisor, after all!!

†

When I arrived at work as usual, I found Risel looking pale as a ghost.

"Risel. What’s wrong?"

When I spoke to her, her shoulders gave a slight jump, and she forced a stiff smile.

"A-Ahaha... it’s nothing."

"...I see."

Despite her words, she was clearly not "nothing." Her lips were colorless, and her fingertips were trembling slightly. She probably hadn't slept a wink last night; there were faint shadows under her eyes.

Still, I didn't want to push her. If Risel said it was nothing, I had to respect that for now. Even though we saw each other every day, there was still a certain distance between us. Stepping in too far wasn't the right move.

I started my work like any other day—baking bread, wiping down the counter, and helping customers. But out of the corner of my eye, I was constantly tracking Risel’s movements. Her smile felt fragile, and every time someone walked through the door, she’d flinch.

Finally, the morning rush died down, and the shop settled into a quiet lull.

Clack.

The sound of something shifting echoed through the room.

"Eeek...!"

Risel stiffened as if she’d been struck by lightning. Her face went even paler, and she nearly dropped the tongs she was holding. To react that strongly to a simple metallic sound... something was definitely wrong.

I quietly stopped what I was doing and turned to face her.

"Risel. Tell me what’s going on. I’m happy to help if you have a problem."

She caught her breath and lowered her eyes. I could see fear in her expression—and a deep-seated dread that she couldn't quite hide.

"Actually... lately, I’ve been feeling a... presence."

"A presence?" I tilted my head.

"Like someone is watching me... but there’s never anyone there. I don’t know why it’s happening, and it’s starting to really scare me..."

"Hmm."

An unknown cause, huh? Risel wasn't the type to play jokes. If she was this terrified, there might actually be something incorporeal lurking around.

The shop was silent now that the morning bustle had passed. The scent of fresh wheat still lingered, but beneath it, I felt a slight murkiness in the air. Now that the customers were gone, I could feel it too—an irregularity.

I sharpened my focus.

"Risel. Get behind me for a second."

"Eh? Haru-san?"

"Just do it."

As I spoke, I let my gaze sweep across the room. Within the warm air of the shop, there was one specific spot where the temperature had dropped just a fraction. It wasn't human. Something that shouldn't be there was definitely present.

I slowly raised my right hand and traced the air with my fingertips.

"I see."

I found it. Behind the shadow of a shelf, at the junction between the ceiling and the wall—a thin, misty substance was staring right at us.

I immediately invoked a spell.

A faint light flashed from my palm, and the thing lurking in the air was instantly blown apart. It vanished as if a fog had been lifted.

However, I could tell instinctively that I hadn't hit the source. It was gone, but that was all. What I’d just destroyed was likely just a fragment—a remote sensory projection used to scout.

In other words, the main body was still hiding somewhere else.

The air returned to normal. The scent of fresh bread tickled my nose again, and the chill was gone.

"Haru-san...? What was that just now...?"

Risel’s anxious voice reached me from behind. I turned to find her frozen in place, her eyes wavering between fear and relief.

"Oh, it was nothing major," I replied calmly. I didn't want to scare her, but more importantly, I didn't want her to realize the true nature of what I’d done. "I'll keep an eye on things, though."

"Okay. Thank you."

She gave a small bow, but a shadow still lingered on her face.

As I thought, this is the work of a monster. Most likely a ghost-type—a monster without a physical body that drifts as a consciousness. They’re attracted to the life force of the living and are notorious for nesting in the gaps between spaces.

I’d faced them countless times in the Abyss Sanctum. If this one was capable of splitting its consciousness to scout from a distance, it was either a high-ranking species... or it was being controlled by someone. Either way, it was a dangerous entity.

I unconsciously turned my gaze toward the window. Outside, the wind blew through the sunlight. Roten seemed like a peaceful country town, but its proximity to the rural areas meant dungeons weren't far off. A monster might have leaked out and wandered this way.

I suppose I should go deal with this.

"That’s it for today, then."

"Yes. Good work today!"

The workday ended without further incident, but I had a task to complete.

"Alright, let's go."

Instead of heading straight home, I focused on the faint residue of mana remaining in my hand. A weak trail of magic was drifting in the air. If I followed this, I could trace it back to its source.

"This way."

Roten was quiet at night. The distant bark of a dog echoed once and then faded. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting thin silver lines across the ground. I followed the trail deep into the forest on the outskirts of town, where a line of miasma was becoming clear in the flow of the wind. The air grew heavy, and the temperature began to drop.

"It’s just ahead."

It was best to nip this threat in the bud. Not just for Risel, but because it could become a danger to everyone in town.

As I moved deeper into the forest, I suddenly stopped.

Something felt wrong. The air was warping. The wind died down, and even the sounds of insects vanished. I felt a silence so profound it was as if a piece of the world had been cut away.

"I see. A barrier."

The enemy was using a barrier to cleverly hide its presence, but it wasn't enough to fool me. Ahead of me stood a single, crumbling well. A black mist was swirling around it. No, it wasn't just mist—it was mana made visible, the very scent of death.

Finally, something crawled out from the edge of the well.

A skeletal hand.

Then, a skeleton carrying a massive scythe appeared. It hadn't gathered much mana yet; it had likely been sending out fragments to the town to see if it could harvest human life force.

"A Lich."

An S-Rank threat. A King of Death that rules over the souls of the departed and toys with life. Some individuals have been known to wipe out entire nations in the past. It was a monster I’d faced many times in the Abyss Sanctum.

But the moment I saw it, the tension within me actually dissipated. Now that I’d identified the cause, a mere Lich was no problem at all.

"So, you're the one who was sending out the fragments."

The Lich’s jawless skull clattered rhythmically.

"—!!"

In an instant, the Lich let out a roar. The sound was a low-frequency vibration that shook the night air, causing the trees to tremble. A torrent of pitch-black miasma erupted from the well and crawled across the ground, filling the area with a dense darkness. Multiple soul-shadows rose behind the skeletal king—the lingering remains of those who had lost their lives in this forest. The Lich controlled them all, wearing them like chains.

But I had already finished my magic circle.

"Pointless."

Layer upon layer of magic circles illuminated the night sky. The moment the Lich amplified its miasma, my spell activated.

A second later—light exploded.

There was no roar of thunder, no physical impact. Just a pure, white brilliance that filled the world.

"...I guess that's that."

Black and white collided, and at the boundary, the Lich’s body began to crumble as if it were being ground down. The pitch-black miasma was sucked into the light and vanished. It didn't burn, and it didn't shatter—it simply faded away like mist, peacefully and completely.

All that remained was a faint afterglow and a profound silence.

"Good. Subjugation complete. Now, what should I have for dinner?"

Having finished my task, I began the walk home, already debating what to eat.

The next morning was as peaceful as ever. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and the scent of fresh bread filled the air.

"Haru-san, the croissants are ready!"

"Smells great. I’ll set them out right away."

"Yes!"

Risel was smiling. The pale face and terrified voice from yesterday were gone. Her cheeks had regained their healthy color, and her voice was full of energy.

"You seem like you're in good spirits."

"I am! I don't know why, but I feel fantastic today!"

"Is that so? I'm glad to hear it," I replied with a smile.

As long as she could work in peace, that was all that mattered. Still... why had a monster as powerful as a Lich been in a place like that?

I felt a tiny prickle of unease, but I pushed it aside and focused on my work.

†

"Saint-sama. Our opponent was a Lich—please, stay on your guard."

The escorting priest spoke, his voice thick with tension.

"I know. I am aware," Estelle replied with a quiet nod.

The moonlight caught her hair, making the very air behind her seem to shimmer with a faint radiance.

The 〈Saint〉—a being who received the divine protection of the gods to purify death and corruption.

With every step she took, a faint, pure-white mana began to saturate the surroundings.

They were currently in the woods on the outskirts of the town of Roten. Just a few days prior, the presence of an S-Rank Designated Calamity, a 〈Lich〉, had been detected here. However, by the time the subjugation team arrived, the mana signature had completely vanished.

Upon receiving that report, the Church had dispatched Estelle to verify the possibility of its reappearance. The moment she stepped into the forest, she noticed a change in the quality of the air.

"...There are no traces?"

Her eyes wavered slightly. Normally, when an S-Rank undead was destroyed, a powerful stench of miasma would linger in its wake. But there was nothing here. The breeze was clear, and even the chirping of birds had returned. It was so pristine it felt as if nothing had ever been there to begin with.

The priest, though bewildered, continued, "None...? That shouldn't be possible. The Lich's presence was definitely confirmed."

"..."

Estelle held her hand up to the air. Faint particles of light danced in the palm of her hand.

But it wasn't holy mana—it was the residue of magic.

"I sense a faint trace of magic left behind."

"Magic? Do you mean a high-ranking mage or an adventurer defeated it?"

"Perhaps..."

She narrowed her eyes. It wasn't the light of the holy attribute, but the remnants of a theoretically constructed magical formula. While she couldn't fully decipher the formula itself, it felt... alien. That was the only way she could describe it.

"It appears the target has been completely eliminated. The likelihood of it reappearing is low. We shall report it as such."

"Understood... But I wonder who could have done it?"

"Who knows? I certainly can't say for sure. However, it’s possible that—"

Estelle glanced up at the sky. The moonlight brushed against her hair, and the forest was filled with a quiet, peaceful glow.

†

"Haru-san."

"Hm? What’s up?"

"Actually, I was hoping for your opinion on some new bread."

As the day’s business was winding down and I was finishing the cleanup, Risel called out to me. When I turned around, I found her wearing a smile that was uncomfortably full of expectation.

"N-new bread...?"

I had a bad feeling about this. In fact, this sensation was strikingly similar to the one I used to get back in the 〈Abyss Sanctum〉. Unaware of my inner turmoil, Risel chatted away brightly.

"Yes! Even when I ask my father, he just says, 'Yeah, it’s fine,' and nothing else... That’s why I want your honest opinion, Haru-san!"

My mind immediately flashed back to a previous prototype Risel had made. It was a piece of work that felt more like an avant-garde art experiment than food. The taste had been fine, but the appearance...

No, it was too early to panic. Maybe she was just talking about a normal croissant or something. Trying to stay perfectly calm, I decided to ask.

"...Is it an original of yours, Risel?"

"It is!"

"..."

...Oh, boy.

Warning bells were already screaming inside my head. But Risel was looking at me with such innocent eyes that I couldn't possibly turn her down. Just then, Boss poked his head out, and I sent him a desperate look for help.

"Don’t stay up too late, now."

"We won't!"

Bossssss!!

He’d abandoned me without a second thought. I could only scream in the depths of my heart. My silent plea failed to reach anyone, and Risel led the way.

"This way, then!"

Beaming, she flipped her apron and started walking. I resigned myself to my fate and followed. The air was thick with a mix of sweet aromas and a hint of something toasted.

"Tada! This is today’s completed masterpiece!"

Risel puffed out her chest as she presented the bread. It was—less a loaf of bread and more a new form of life. It had a bizarrely twisted shape, strange toppings, and a color palette that was far too vivid for food.

I was momentarily speechless. How did she even get these colors...? And why, for the love of god, did she give it legs...?!

It made no sense! And yet, I couldn't simply dismiss it; the bread had an intricate level of detail that suggested a terrifying amount of passion and skill had gone into it.

"The... the visual impact is certainly something."

"Really?! Yes!"

Risel’s smile was radiant, but internally, I was breaking into a cold sweat.

"Go on, give it a try."

"Right... Okay."

To be honest, I was scared to put it in my mouth, but... I tentatively took a bite.

"...It’s delicious."

"Yay!"

As Risel cheered innocently beside me, I stared intensely at the bread. I couldn't comprehend how something that looked like that could result in a perfectly tasty loaf.

"Do you think this will get me a passing grade from my father?"

"Ah, well... I wonder. But the flavor could probably be improved a bit more."

"Hmm, I see. Good point." Risel listened to my words with a look of extreme seriousness.

"By the way... Risel, what do you think about the way this looks?"

"Huh? I think it’s super cute!"

She looked at me with eyes that sparkled more than ever before. Cute...? I felt the very definition of the word crumbling away inside me.

"I mean, I think the visual appeal of bread is going to be very important from now on! Trends are changing in the Royal Capital, and I think it’s important to stay ahead of the curve! My father is a bit out of touch when it comes to that stuff."

"I... I see..."

He might be out of touch, but I had a feeling the problem here was something else entirely.

"Haru-san, thank you so much for taking the time."

"No, it was nothing."

"Please help me again sometime!"

"Sure..."

Unable to refuse, I had somehow committed myself to being her future consultant. As Risel scurried off, Boss appeared in her place.

"Haru."

”Boss...! You could have at least tried to throw me a lifeline!"

"I’m sorry about that. But there’s nothing I can do..."

"Boss..."

His face looked more haggard than I’d ever seen it. In that moment, I understood how he felt. He’d probably been carrying this burden all by himself for years with no one to talk to. If our positions were reversed, I’d be agonizing over it too.

"So, how was the new one?"

"Same as always. The appearance was... something else."

"I see..."

"According to Risel, she wants to stay ahead of the trends in the Capital."

"She’s gone way too far ahead..."

"I agree."

Still, we couldn't just keep dodging the issue forever. Eventually, she’d have to be told the truth.

"Boss. Don't you think you should just tell Risel the truth?"

"No, wait. I... I’m not mentally prepared for that. Ugh..."

Boss was usually so resolute, but now he was a shadow of his former self. He continued, his voice dropping to a mumble.

"Besides, if she found out the truth, she might cry. She’s always been like that—"

He then shared a bit of Risel’s past with me.

"When Risel was little, she was always in tears. Her mother died of a plague before she was old enough to remember her face. I was so busy with work back then that I didn't give her much company."

Boss looked off into the distance, sighing as he reminisced.

"So, I thought I’d at least get her something, and I bought her a small plushie. I told her to play with that. I bet... that’s still tucked away in a corner of her heart somewhere."

"So Risel liked plushies, then."

"Yeah. Only, she didn't like the cute animals that normal kids like... She liked things with weird shapes."

"Weird shapes... You don't mean like tentacles, do you?"

"Yeah, exactly like that. I was taken aback at first, but she used to hug that thing like it was the most precious thing in the world."

"...I see."

So even the cheerful Risel of today had a lonely past like that. Losing her mother, having a busy father, and growing up with no one to spoil her. She must have found her own source of comfort in her own way.

I unconsciously clenched my fist. The pain of losing someone precious, the weight of loneliness—I knew those feelings better than anyone.

"That’s why I just can't bring myself to tell her the truth yet."

"...You're right. Let's give it a little more time."

"Yeah—Haru."

Boss suddenly placed a hand on my shoulder. His palm was large and warm.

"I'm really glad you came here."

"Haha. I’m still just a bread-making apprentice. I wish I could be of more help."

When I laughed sheepishly, Boss shook his head with a serious expression.

"Anyone can pick up technique if they put in the time. But—the heart is different. I believe the heart of the baker dwells within the bread. And I feel like you have that."

"...Huh?"

"Well, see you tomorrow, Haru."

"Right..."

I stood there frozen as I watched Boss’s retreating back. The heart of the maker is what matters most.

I looked down at my hands. They were scarred and calloused. Hands that had been used for nothing but fighting. Did someone like me really possess anything like a "baker’s heart"?

...I didn't know. But I would continue to face this craft with everything I had. For the sake of this bakery, and to support Risel and Boss.

I gripped my hands tightly once more.

I had grown quite used to life at the bakery. It had already been a month since I started working here. Waking up early was no longer a chore, and I made sure to keep up with my training every morning.

At the end of one workday, Boss called out to me.

"Haru. Got a minute?"

"Yes. What is it?"

"Can you make a delivery to the Royal Capital? It’ll probably involve an overnight stay, but I’ll cover the expenses."

"Wait, the Capital?"

"Yeah. We don't usually take deliveries that far, but this is a special case. I’ll give you a memo of the location. Take Risel with you."

That was sudden. Still, I had no reason to refuse, so I agreed immediately.

"Understood."

The Royal Capital. To think I’d be heading back there for a delivery of all things. I didn't remember much about the state of the city when I first emerged from the dungeon; I had just been wandering around in a daze.

"Haru-san. Shall we get going?"

"Yeah."

Risel and I boarded a carriage and set off toward the Capital. Along the way, I decided to ask her about something that had been on my mind.

"Risel, do you go to the Capital for deliveries often?"

"No, usually only as far as we can walk. But my father’s bread is very popular. Perhaps a very important person made a secret request."

"I guess that’s possible."

I didn't know much about the bakery business, but honestly, the quality of Boss’s bread was extraordinary. It wouldn't be surprising if someone went out of their way to order it from the Capital. Still, normally the customer would be the one to come here. Boss had called it a special case, so perhaps the client was someone of high status.

Well, there was no point overthinking it. I’d just make the delivery, stay the night, and head back. It was technically a business trip, but returning to the Capital made me feel a slight sense of tension.

"Wow... the city really is amazing, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

We arrived safely in the Capital. Unlike Roten, the city was incredibly prosperous. The main thoroughfares were wide, with paved white stone reflecting the light of the streetlamps. The buildings were a blend of stone and painted timber—a style you didn't see in Roten. The markets were lined with goods from various countries, filling the air with the scent of fruit, the sting of spices, and the heat of blacksmith forges.

It was the same Capital I remembered... but no, there were clearly more people than five years ago, and it felt even more vibrant.

"Um, the meeting place is—"

"This way."

"Oh, I see...!"

I glanced at the memo Risel was holding and quickly identified the location. I used to live in the Capital, after all. The geography was still firmly etched into my brain.

"Haru-san, did you live in the Capital before? You seem so sure of where you're going."

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I used to work as an adventurer here."

"I knew it!"

"Yeah. But there are too many people here. The competition was fierce."

"Competition?"

"Not all adventurers get along. There’s a lot of posturing over who’s a higher rank or what monsters you’ve slain."

"I see... It sounds like a tough world."

Well, this much information was fine to share. It wasn't like she’d figure out I was the 〈Hero Haruto〉 just from that.

As Risel and I made our way through the back alleys, we passed a man. He wore a jet-black longcoat with silver trim. A needlessly large feather ornament adorned his collar, and the scabbards of the twin shortswords at his waist gleamed with a dull, obsidian luster. He was likely an adventurer, but his chest was bared, giving him a flashy, arrogant look.

I passed him without making eye contact, but then I heard Risel let out a small "Kyuh!" behind me.

"Whoa there. You bumped right into me. Did you get my clothes dirty? This is a custom piece, and it’s damn expensive. You gonna pay for this, little lady? Well?"

"Ah... um..."

I turned around to assess the situation. I hadn't seen the collision, but the guy was clearly looking for trouble. The greasy smirk on his face was proof enough.

Wait—I’ve seen him somewhere. Oh, right. That’s Zepha. Five years ago, he was a B-Rank adventurer and a decent combatant. He looked like a nouveau riche thug now, though...

"I'm sorry. But I don't think that’s worth a reimbursement."

I stepped briskly in front of Risel to face Zepha.

"Who the hell are you? I’m talking to the lady."

"I’ll speak for her. And I don't see any dirt worth paying for."

"Hm? Well, I think I might’ve hurt myself when we bumped. Yeah, it really hurts."

"I see. So you're after money?"

Zepha theatrically clutched his arm. He clearly wasn't strapped for cash. I wondered what his real angle was...

"I don't need money. Instead, how about the lady joins me for a drink tonight?"

So that was it. That was his real goal. He didn't have a great personality five years ago, and it looked like nothing had changed. I responded firmly.

"No. We have nothing more to discuss. Now, if you'll excuse us."

"Hey, hey. You think you can just walk away...? You think I’m gonna let this slide? Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the A-Rank adventurer, Lord Zepha!"

Zepha rested his hand on the hilt of one of his twin swords. Even if it was a back alley, this was still the Royal Capital. Was he really planning to draw his blade here?

There was no way I’d lose to him, but I didn't want to stand out. Just as I was weighing my options, a third voice called out.

"This way! It looks like there's some trouble!"

It was a woman’s voice. Hearing that, Zepha clicked his tongue and his bloodlust vanished.

"Tch. I'm gonna remember your face, you got that?"

With that, he melted into the evening shadows and disappeared. I guess even Zepha wasn't stupid enough to start a brawl here. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't a random encounter. Something felt off... Why was he even in a deserted back alley like this in the first place? He couldn't have known who I was, but the whole thing felt orchestrated.

"Um. Are you two all right?"

The woman who had called out approached us. She was wearing a white cloak, so her face was mostly obscured. I could only see a few strands of silver-white hair peeking out from her hood.

"Yes, you saved us. But did you actually call for someone?"

"No, that was a lie. I just thought saying that would make him run away."

"I see."

The woman spoke as if she were carefully observing us.

"Um... Are you from the bakery?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, the meeting place was nearby."

"That’s convenient."

I was surprised the client had shown up in person. The timing was perfect. I handed over the paper bag to her. Her voice, her subtle movements... I started to suspect she might be a noble. If so, it made sense why we’d be asked to deliver all the way to the Capital.

"Wow... these look delicious. Thank you so much for coming all this way! I have to go now, or someone might get angry with me! I hope we can do business again sometime, Haru-san!"

"You're welcome... Wait."

Did I ever tell her my name was Haru? Well, Boss must have mentioned it to them.

With that, the delivery was complete. All that was left was to stay at the inn and head back to Roten in the morning. However, Risel was still looking down, her body trembling slightly.

"Haru-san..."

"Risel, are you okay?"

"I-I'm sorry... I caused you so much trouble."

"It’s fine. It was obvious he was just picking a fight. I'm glad I was with you."

"Yes. I'm so glad you were here, Haru-san."

Risel’s eyes were watery, and her hands were still shaking. I gently took her hand in mine.

"It’s okay. I’m right here."

"Yes... Sorry. I was a little scared, but I need to pull myself together."

"Yeah. Come on, it’s late. Let's get to the inn."

"Okay!"

We headed toward the inn. Boss had given us enough money for two separate rooms, of course.

"We’d like to stay for the night. Do you have two rooms available?"

"I’m terribly sorry. We have a lot of guests today, and we only have one room left. Would that be acceptable?"

"Eh—?"

Our voices overlapped in sheer shock at the unexpected turn of events—

†

The room had no windows. Enclosed by thick stone walls, the space was completely cut off from the outside world. The only source of light was an old magic lamp embedded in the ceiling. Even that was unstable, flickering occasionally with a faint clicking sound.

In the center of the room sat a polished obsidian table. Its surface, smooth as a mirror, dimly reflected the light of the lamp. Sitting in one of the chairs was a young man. His back was as straight as if held up by a string, and his fingers were calmly interlaced. His motionless eyes were like the bottom of an abyss, his face devoid of even a shred of emotion.

"Ah, you're back. Zepha."

"Yes. As per your orders, I scouted the area, but I didn't find anything of note."

The young man’s platinum-blonde hair swayed at his shoulders, and his eyes, visible between the strands, were a pale gold that bordered on amber. He wore a deep crimson longcoat, with intricate gold embroidery along the collar and sleeves.

"Hmm. I thought there had been some suspicious movements lately, but perhaps I was worried over nothing."

"Though... I did run into a pair, a man and a woman. I doubt they’re related to anything, though."

"—I am the one who decides that. Tell me everything."

"Y-yes, sir...!"

The youth turned a sharp gaze toward Zepha. Those abyssal eyes, which seemed to reflect nothing, made Zepha tremble with fear. Zepha then relayed the information about Haru and Risel—though only their descriptions, as he didn't know their names.

"Hmm. A young woman and a white-haired man, you say?"

"Yes. If I were to get serious, I could wipe them out in an instant. What are your orders?"

"Let's leave them be for a while. Besides, the seeds I’ve sown are steadily spreading. If I decide they’re in the way later, I’ll have you eliminate them."

"By your command—Prince Rise."

†

"Ah. Um, well... what do you want to do about the shower?"

"Risel can go first."

"U-Understood..."

Boss had given us enough money for two rooms, but I never imagined things would turn out like this...

Given my experience as an adventurer, I was used to staying in the same place as women. When you're in a dungeon, you eat and sleep wherever you can. But sharing a single room in an inn was a first. I was definitely nervous; it was impossible not to be conscious of it.

That said, I had absolutely no intention of trying anything. I couldn't look Boss in the eye if I did, and Risel was probably already scared enough as it was. I decided I’d just sleep on the floor in the corner of the room.

After waiting for a while, Risel emerged from the shower. Her hair was still damp, with droplets of water tracing paths down her neck toward her collarbone. Her pale skin, wreathed in steam, was flushed a soft cherry blossom pink.

"Haru-san... it’s your turn."

"Right."

I took a quick shower and stepped out, only to see Risel perched tentatively on the edge of the bed. She looked incredibly tense, her gaze darting around the room.

"Risel."

"Y-Yeth...!"

"I'm sleeping on the floor. Use the bed however you like."

"What?!"

"I’m a former adventurer. Sleeping on the ground was a daily occurrence for me. Just having a roof and a floor is more than enough luxury."

"B-But..."

Risel looked down, her shoulders drooping. I knew that sleeping in the same bed as a girl her age was out of the question, and like I told her, I really was used to the floor. Honestly, during those five years in the 〈Abyss Sanctum〉, I never even saw a bed. This environment was practically heaven by comparison.

"—N-No... I can't let you do that."

Just as I was about to lie down on the floor, Risel reached out and grabbed my sleeve.

"I can't let you sleep on the floor, Haru-san! You saved me today; I can't treat my benefactor like that!"

"But—"

"I... I don't mind sharing the bed. B-But, you can't do anything weird, okay? I, um... I don't have any experience... and I don't really know the... proper etiquette..."

"..."

I felt like I’d just heard some information I didn't need, but I decided to push that out of my mind. Still, hmmm. This was a dilemma. Then again, it probably wouldn't sit well with Risel if I insisted on the floor. If she was okay with it, I suppose we’d share the bed. As long as I didn't get any funny ideas, it should be fine.

"Alright. If that's what you want, Risel."

"Y-Yes. Um... I'm in your care."

Risel and I lay down in the same bed. With the two of us, it was naturally a tight fit, especially since I had a large frame. I pressed myself as close to the wall as possible, keeping my back turned to her.

"Haru-san. Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"About today... thank you. I was so scared, I couldn't do anything..."

"There’s no need to worry about it. You weren't at fault."

"I’m just so glad a person like you came to work for us. I'm not just saying that because you saved me; I genuinely think you’re a kind person and you’re great at your job. Both my father and I have found our work so much easier since you joined."

"I'm glad to hear that. Though, I’d like to put out my own bread eventually."

"My father is strict, but I’m sure you’ll make it happen, Haru-san. I want to put out my own originals too! Hehe. I won't let you beat me, you know?"

"A-Ah... right."

Risel’s original bread... would likely never see the light of day. No, those monsters should never see the light of day. But I couldn't tell her that truth. Still, even this trivial conversation felt comfortable—a sign of how much closer I’d grown to her.

"Zzz... zzz..."

Before I knew it, Risel was fast asleep. I suppose it was time for me to turn in too. I let sleep take me.

"Is it morning already?"

I woke to the faint morning light filtering in. However, I felt a strange sensation, as if something were wrapped around me.

I've gotten dull.

In the 〈Abyss Sanctum〉, the slightest anomaly would have jolted me awake instantly. I suppose my mindset really has changed. But for some reason, there was a soft, squishy sensation against my arm.

"Hm? What’s this...?"

When I checked, I found Risel hugging me tightly. There was no avoiding it—her soft chest was pressed firmly against me. This was getting awkward, so I decided to wake her up.

"Risel. Wake up."

"Mmn... is it morning already...?"

"Sorry, but could you stop hugging me?"

"Eh—? A-Ah! Wah-wah-wah! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry—!"

We scrambled to get ready and left the inn. As we walked toward the carriage stop for Roten, Risel held her head in her hands.

"I-I'm so sorry, Haru-san! I... the truth is, I can't sleep without a body pillow..."

"I don't really mind. Just remember that I am a man. Try to be more careful in the future."

"Yes... I'm sorry. You were just so comfortable to hug... it just happened. I’m truly sorry..."

Risel was usually so reliable, but she had a bit of a spacey side. Just like yesterday, she had a habit of letting things slip that were better left unsaid. Hearing that I was "comfortable to hug" was incredibly awkward...

"Um. Actually, I have a suggestion."

Risel spoke up just as we were moving away from the inn.

"What is it?"

"Since we’re all the way in the Capital, do you think we could stop by a bakery? I want to see what the trends are here!"

"A-Ah... sure."

When she mentioned wanting to see the trends, I felt a brief furrow in my brow. Just what exactly was going on with Risel’s sense of aesthetics?

''I won't acknowledge anything trending in the Capital!''

''My bread is the best!''

Was that what she was thinking? I honestly couldn't tell. I was starting to see Risel not just as a baker’s daughter, but as a sort of artist. Her bread had an intricacy that made it impossible to dismiss outright. Despite the ominous appearance, I believed there was genuine skill behind it. Then again, I didn't know if my amateur opinion was worth much.

"Let's see, it should be this way..."

I walked through the streets of the Royal Capital with Risel. The sounds of people passing by on the cobblestones mingled with a sweet aroma drifting on the breeze.

"There it is!"

Risel pointed to a small shop with a light-wood sign.

〈Blanc Lumière〉—that was the name of the bakery.

The moment we opened the door, the scent of freshly baked wheat tickled my nose. Bread that had just come out of the oven was being carried out from the back.

"Oh... this is impressive."

"You can eat the fresh bread right here in the shop. That’s why it’s always so crowded."

Just as Risel said, there were several wooden counter seats, and at the back, a man who looked like the owner was slicing bread for the customers. A wide variety of loaves lined the shelves. Golden croissants sat in beautiful layers, their surfaces glistening with butter. Salt bread sparkled with a thin sheen, the slightly toasted salt crystals reflecting the light. Further back were baguettes kneaded with herbs, danishes filled with fruit, and round buns letting off trails of steam.

"Everything looks delicious."

"Yes! Oh, the Honey Butter Croissant here is highly recommended. The sweet honey is soaked inside, and the outside is perfectly crisp!"

Risel’s eyes were already sparkling.

"Then I'll try one of those."

The owner nodded with a smile and used tongs to place a croissant on a paper plate. The heat of the fresh bake seeped into my palm. We took our seats, and as I took a bite—the exterior crumbled lightly while the soft sweetness of honey spread through the interior.

"...It’s good."

"Hehe, right?"

I chewed, analyzing the taste from a baker’s perspective.

"This is..."

I stared at the bread again. The first thing I noticed was the lightness of the layers. The surface was a deep golden brown, but there wasn't a hint of bitterness; it retained only a beautiful toastiness. This was proof that the dough, folded with layers of butter, had been baked at the perfect temperature and for the right amount of time. I still struggled with burning things, so I could truly appreciate the level of skill involved.

The honey butter inside wasn't just kneaded into the dough.

"Hmm..."

The butter must have melted during baking, mixing with the honey and soaking into the microscopic cavities of the bread.

Ham.

I took another bite. With every mouthful, the honey butter seeped out. And yet, it wasn't greasy at all. The balance between sweetness and fat was perfectly maintained.

"Is the butter... fermented butter?"

When I muttered the question to myself, Risel tilted her head.

"Eh? Yes, it is. How could you tell?"

"The way the aroma blooms is different. Ordinary butter would have a more direct nuttiness, but this has a rounded scent with a hint of acidity."

"To be able to tell that much... you're really starting to look like a proper baker, Haru-san!"

Being praised like that was a little embarrassing. But I felt like the "artisan’s intent" was being conveyed through the bread. It also felt like a different direction from Boss’s. This bread felt like it had been designed as a dessert. I see... so there are breads like this, too.

"Risel, is this bakery famous for its sweet breads?"

"Yes, that’s right."

"I see. This is educational."

But—beyond my own analysis, I was curious about Risel’s take on it.

"So, Risel, what do you think? Especially about the way it looks."

"The way it looks? It’s small and adorable!"

Risel’s eyes shone as she carefully lifted the croissant with both hands. Her touch was as cautious as if she were handling a gemstone, but she looked like she was having fun.

"The shape is so perfectly tidy. I think this roundness is very cute!"

"C-Cute...?"

"Yes!"

She said it with a soft smile. Cute... cute, huh? Come to think of it, my old party members used to say "cute" all the time, but I never really understood it. However, it seemed that Risel didn't only like monstrous things. For some reason, that realization brought me a sense of relief.

"But why are you asking about the looks instead of the taste?"

"Oh, I was just wondering what your thoughts were! Ahaha..."

"I see."

Would the day ever come when I could tell the truth to this innocent girl? Ugh... my heart feels heavy already...

After that exchange, we returned safely to Roten. There was none of the city’s hustle and bustle; this town was incredibly peaceful. I’d only spent a short time here, but it already felt like home. Personally, I preferred this place to the Capital.

"Father, we're back!"

"Boss, we've returned."

Since the bakery was closed today, Boss wasn't making bread. He was sitting in the living room, reading a thick book. It was likely something related to his craft.

"Welcome back. Did the delivery go smoothly?"

"Yes, no problems."

"It’s our day off, so you can take it easy."

"Understood. Then I’ll head out."

"Haru-san, thank you again!"

I left the bakery and headed back to my own place. So far, I didn't quite know what to do with my free time. I didn't have any specific hobbies; if anything, it was bread-making. I’d borrowed several reference books from Boss, so I decided I’d spend the day reading those.

I spent my day off like that—but when I showed up for work as usual the next day, I felt an anomaly the moment I stepped inside.

There’s an extra presence...

I headed toward the source of the feeling and found someone cloaked in a pitch-black mantle in the kitchen.

"Who are you?!"

"...!"

The intruder noticed me and, to my surprise, activated a spell. Only the residue of mana remained; the person had completely vanished.

Teleportation magic...? If it was instantaneous, they were likely a high-level user. Or perhaps they had prepared a teleportation-type magic tool in advance. Regardless, this wasn't a common thief.

"Haru-san! Is something wrong?!"

"Haru, what happened?"

Since I’d shouted, Risel and Boss both rushed into the kitchen. I told them that an intruder had broken in.

"Someone was just in the kitchen..."

"What? A thief?"

"Probably."

The person definitely used magic—teleportation, specifically. It’s not something an average mage can master, though a magic tool would allow someone to activate it just by channeling mana. That said, getting your hands on such a tool is extremely difficult.

"A thief... that’s a bit scary..."

Risel’s face clouded over. I felt like this might be connected to the incident in the Capital, but we had no proof. For now, we had to take countermeasures.

"Should I set up a magical barrier after we close today? I’ll make it quite secure."

"Haru, you can do that?"

"Yes. I can even adjust it to only trigger when the shop is closed."

"I see... I’m sorry to ask, but could you do that?"

"Consider it done."

We checked to see if anything had been stolen, but there was no apparent damage. We opened for business as usual. The first person to arrive—was Estelle.

"Good morning, you two."

"Good morning, Estelle-san!"

"Good morning."

Estelle, the Saint, had been coming to the shop frequently. It was a bit awkward for me, but I was getting used to interacting with her as "Haru."

"Actually, it has been decided that I will be staying in Roten for a long period."

"Oh, really?! That’s wonderful news! But is it alright for the Saint-sama to stay in such a small town?"

"Yes, of course. It was a bit fo—I mean, I had a thorough discussion with the Church, so there is no problem."

"..."

Wait. Did she just almost say it was "a bit forced"? But I see. Estelle was going to be here for a while. It looked like we’d be seeing a lot of each other...

"Well, I shall be off. Risel-san, Haru-san. Until next time."

"Yes, thank you for coming!"

"Thank you for your patronage."

I’m sure it was just my imagination, but it felt like Estelle was staring at me...

The next to arrive—was Felina.

"It’s been a while."

"Felina-san! Welcome!"

"Welcome."

I’d heard bits and pieces about Felina’s activities; apparently, she was now an S-Rank solo adventurer. She was quite famous in the Capital.

"Are you visiting the grave again today?"

"...Well, something like that."

As she spoke, Felina stared at me.

"Um, is something wrong?"

"No. I was just thinking about how well you've blended into this shop, Haru-san."

"Yes. I've gotten used to it."

"Hehe. I'm glad to hear that."

Felina was smiling, and I could see traces of her old self in that expression.

"Actually, lately I’ve been focusing on dungeons near Roten rather than the ones in the Capital. So I imagine I’ll be coming here more often. The bread here really is delicious."

"We appreciate the business."

"So, is there any of your bread yet, Haru-san?"

"Not yet. I’m still an apprentice."

"I see. Please let me know when you've made your own bread."

"I will."

With that, Felina left. She’d be coming more often... huh.

Finally, just as we were about to close, Rasta arrived. I knew she wasn't here as a customer. There was a carriage outside; she was likely delivering wheat.

"Evening."

"Rasta-san. Good evening. Delivering the wheat, I assume?"

"Yeah. Oldo asked me to."

"Thank you! If you could unload it behind the shop..."

"Got it."

"I’ll help you out."

I helped her unload the bags of wheat. As Rasta was about to get back on the carriage, she looked at me with a faint smile.

"Haru. Working hard?"

"Yes."

"Hehe. That’s good. Oh, Oldo said he wants you to come help out again soon. He says it’s a big help when Haru is there."

"I see. I'll drop by on my next day off, then."

"Mm."

With that, Rasta departed. Phew... meeting three former party members in a single day was quite the coincidence. Well, I suppose it happens.

Now, I had to set up the barrier after closing. I got to work expanding the ward over the entire shop. Barrier magic was something I’d used countless times in the 〈Abyss Sanctum〉. A space where monsters couldn't detect you was absolutely essential. I surveyed the building, visualizing the level of protection needed.

"You can use magic, Haru-san?"

"Hm? Yeah. It’s not that uncommon for adventurers."

"I see! But I think it’s amazing! I've never seen magic before, so I'm a little excited."

Risel was watching me with intense curiosity. I continued to run the construction formulas in my head to activate the spell. I’d make it ironclad. Something that even a high-level mage wouldn't be able to contest. I was still a bit concerned about that incident in the Capital.

I placed my hand against the wall of the shop and activated the barrier.

"First Node: Equilibrium Positioning. Second Node: Isolation Link. Third Node: Intrusion Rejection. Fourth Node: Mana Dispersion. Fifth Node: Interference Control. Sixth Node: Circulation Maintenance. Seventh Node: Core Fixation."

Foundation secured. I pushed the magical formula further.

"Heptachord: Phase Expansion. Outer Shell Projection, start. Multi-layered Interference—Triple Layer Construction: Outer, Middle, Inner. Simultaneous deployment. Outer layer—Space Severance, establishing physical isolation. Middle layer—Formula Diffusion, setting mana neutralization. Inner layer—Observation Severance, limiting consciousness interference. All layers, phase stability confirmed... response positive. Final fixation—Closure complete."

The magical structure was complete. It swept over the entire shop in an instant, deploying a barrier without a single flaw.

Yeah. Not bad, if I do say so myself. With this scale and strength, the shop should be safe no matter what comes its way.

"Alright. That should do it."

"Eh? You're finished already? That was fast."

"It’s already active. Go ahead and give it a light touch."

"Then, if you'll excuse me..."

Risel tentatively reached out toward the barrier. Her hand was blocked by an invisible wall, unable to move any further.

"Wow. So this is barrier magic."

"Yeah."

"Haru-san, thank you so much! You've done everything for us. And this barrier feels incredibly powerful!"

"It’s nothing special."

Risel bowed deeply in gratitude. But I was the one who wanted to thank them. They were the ones who took me in when I had nowhere else to go.

"No, I wanted to do this. I'll make sure it's active whenever we close. Though... it might be a problem if you or Boss, or someone else, needs to come in at night. I should add a 〈Target Designation〉 filter..."

As I was thinking about refining the barrier, Boss poked his head out.

"Haru. Finished?"

"Yes. No problems."

"Take this."

"Wait...!"

He handed me a hemp bag, and inside were—of all things—gold coins.

"Boss, this is far too much..."

"Take it. It’s your formal payment."

"But..."

"What? Not enough?"

"No, not at all! In that case... I will accept it with gratitude."

"Do that. Alright. You two, let's get started on tomorrow’s prep."

"Okay!"

"Yes, sir!"

†

The veil of night descended.

Since that day, Haru had refined his barrier further, adding a "Target Designation" feature that allowed specific individuals to pass through unimpeded.

The concept of "Target Designation" within barrier magic was an original technique Haru had cultivated during his hellish years in the Abyss Sanctum. While it was a spell that completely defied common sense, Risel and the others, of course, had no way of knowing that.

Haru himself didn't realize it was anything special, either. He still lacked any real sense of just how much he had grown during his time in the Abyss Sanctum.

And so, as darkness claimed the town, a visitor arrived at the shop—it was Charlotte.

She rang the bell, but there was no immediate answer.

"Excuse me! Is anyone in?"

She was currently staying in the vicinity of Roten to investigate the Calamity Fang Beast, Olgu, but lately, a string of thefts had been occurring nearby as well. She had stopped by the bakery to gather information for her inquiry.

"No answer. And the door is..."

Charlotte reached for the doorknob, but the moment she touched it, a spark of mana snapped against her hand, repelling it. It was unmistakable proof that Haru’s barrier magic had been triggered.

"What...? A barrier? But this scale... No, wait, what is this magic formula? It’s not just complex... it’s insane..."

Charlotte had spent the last five years training with a death-defying intensity for a certain purpose, eventually earning the title of the "world’s finest mage." There weren't even five people in the entire world who could claim to be her equal in the magical arts.

And yet, even she, standing at the very pinnacle of magic, was left breathless by the sheer strength and complexity of this barrier. The formula was beyond even her comprehension.

"I’m so sorry! Did you need something...!"

Risel came scurrying out, looking flustered.

"Ah. Right. Um, this stick..."

"What?"

"Sharo-san. Please touch this stick."

"Uh, okay."

The moment she did, a faint current of mana flowed into Charlotte’s body, allowing her to pass through the barrier as if it weren't there.

"What is this?"

"Apparently, if you touch this stick, you can pass through the barrier temporarily."

"This—who made it?" Charlotte asked, her voice trembling slightly.

She had come here to ask about the thefts, but her mind was now entirely consumed by the question of who could have possibly erected such a barrier.

"Haru-san did. He’s always so humble about it, but this barrier really is incredible, isn't it?"

"...Haru? He did this?"

(He looks so plain. I can't feel an aura from him, and he doesn't seem to possess any particularly massive amount of mana. But he’s the one who made this? Magic of this level... there isn't anyone in the world who could pull this off... No, wait. Is it possible that Haru is... No, there's no way Master could have returned from that dungeon. The doors have been completely sealed...)

"Sharo-san? Is something wrong?"

"No. It’s nothing. There have been a lot of thefts around here lately, so please be careful."

"Yes! Thank you so much for coming all this way to tell us!"

"Of course. Well then, I’ll be going."

Charlotte began the long walk back.

The night breeze brushed against her cheeks, and the distant tolling of a bell echoed faintly. With every rhythmic click of her boots against the cobblestones illuminated by the streetlamps, her heart beat faster and faster.

It was pounding so hard she felt like it might burst.

"Is it possible...? Could he really be...?"

No matter how hard she tried to steady her breathing, it was useless.

It wasn't fear.

It was something far more ambiguous, yet it possessed a distinct, burning heat. A small flame had been lit deep within her chest, and it was quietly spreading. Feeling that warmth seep through her fingertips and flush her cheeks, Charlotte continued her march into the night.

†

"Good morning!"

"Oh, Haru! You actually came!"

"Yes. I heard the details from Rasta-san."

Since it was my day off, I had headed over to the Oldo Farm.

As always, the place was a literal sea of wheat. Every time the morning breeze swept through, the golden ears rustled and swayed in gentle waves. Oldo-san was already in his work clothes, hoe in hand.

"In that case, let Rasta handle the explanation. I’ve got a few things I need to take care of."

"Understood."

I headed over to where Rasta was standing a short distance away.

"Haru. Morning."

"Good morning, Rasta-san."

"Thanks for coming."

"Don't mention it. I just happened to be free today."

"Mm. Still. Thanks."

Rasta’s hair shimmered faintly in the morning sun. Her sleeves were rolled up over her simple farming clothes, and even her dirt-stained fingertips carried a certain sense of dignity.

"Today’s work. First, we till this entire section."

"Got it."

Rasta pointed toward a distant patch of land. Stakes had already been driven into the ground at regular intervals, neatly marking out a wide area.

"The new crop is 'Rye Beans.' They’re drought-resistant. But they’re delicate during germination. Breaking the soil evenly is key."

"So, handle it with care?"

"Yes. You till with me this morning. This afternoon, planting with Oldo. Evening, watering and patrol. That’s the plan."

Rasta explained the schedule bluntly, yet her tone seemed almost... cheerful.

"Understood. Let’s get started, then."

"Okay. But don't overdo it. You’ll hurt your back if you aren't used to it."

Rasta warned me, but I didn't think it would be a problem. I’d been keeping up with my training, and my physical strength hadn't really diminished.

"I’ll be careful."

I took the hoe, catching Rasta’s gaze for a moment. A quiet day was beginning to unfold.

We worked steadily and silently. I didn't mind this kind of labor at all; in fact, I found myself tilling the earth with a singular focus and careful precision.

"Haru."

"Yes? What is it?"

I wiped away a light sweat and looked up at Rasta’s voice. The sun was high now, casting a bright, white glare across the wheat fields.

"How are you doing?"

"I think I’m making good progress."

"Hmm. Let me see."

Rasta walked over and crouched down, checking the condition of the soil with her fingers. She scooped up a handful, squeezed it lightly, then let it crumble to test the texture.

"Mm. Good job."

Rasta gave a small nod.

"Depth is perfect. Grain size is uniform. For a first-timer, you’re very skilled."

"Really?"

"Yes. You have a knack for it. You aren't just using brute force. You’re reading the flow of the soil."

As she spoke, a faint smile crossed her lips. I got the feeling she had become a bit more expressive than she used to be.

"Honestly, I’m a little surprised."

"Haha. Maybe I’m just suited for this kind of work."

Then, Rasta suddenly stopped and looked out toward the horizon. Her eyes seemed to waver with a touch of nostalgia as she took in the view.

"---When I was an adventurer, I never knew a world like this existed."

Her voice was so quiet it was almost lost to the wind. It was as if she were speaking to someone else—or perhaps just to herself. Rasta continued with a serious expression.

"All I knew... was fighting. I truly believed that to fight was to live."

Rasta looked up at the sky.

"But now I understand. Touching the earth, feeling the wind, growing crops... I see how precious it all is. My old self could never have imagined this."

I listened to her in silence. A quiet tightness gripped my chest at her words.

"...Is that so?"

I feigned ignorance of the past, offering only a gentle response.

"Yes. It’s thanks to that person that I am who I am today. But..."

Rasta’s voice wavered, just for a fraction of a second. The next moment, she turned her gaze toward me. Her eyes were as clear as ever, making it impossible to read the depths of her emotions. And yet, I felt as though she was trying to convey something.

"Haru, you’re a little like him."

"...R-Really?"

Unsure of how to respond, I looked away. The silence was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps on the soil.

"Whoa! You’ve made some great progress here!"

Oldo-san approached us, laughing. His voice immediately softened the slightly strained atmosphere. His timing was perfect; I let out a mental sigh of relief.

"Alright, time for planting! The weather’s perfect—no better time than now!"

"Copy that."

"Mm."

From that point on, we didn't have a moment to catch our breath. Following Oldo-san’s instructions, we sowed the Rye Bean seeds at precise intervals. By evening, the sky was dyed a deep madder red, and my sweat-soaked clothes felt cool against my skin. Yet, strangely, I felt more accomplished than exhausted.

As we finished the last section, Oldo-san let out a massive stretch.

"Alright, that’s that! You two were a huge help."

"No, it was a valuable experience for me."

"I’ll have to treat you to dinner as thanks!"

---And so, night fell.

The table in the farm’s main house was laid with steaming soup, fresh bread, and a special stew. Outside, the chirping of insects filled the air, and the soft glow of the lamps bathed the room in a gentle light.

I took my first bite and—wow... this is incredible!

"Well? Is it good?"

"Yes. It’s... it’s delicious."

"Glad to hear it! Those are vegetables Rasta grew herself. The flavor is on another level, isn't it?"

"Hmph."

Rasta puffed out her chest, looking quite proud of herself.

Sitting around a table with others, sharing idle conversation... It was such a simple thing, yet it moved me more than I could say.

Once dinner was over, I prepared to head home.

"Haru, you’ve got a good hand for this. You're talented."

Oldo-san, who had come out to see me off, patted my shoulder.

"What do you say? Want to come work for us?"

"Haha. I’m afraid I need to focus on the bakery. But I’ll come by to help out every now and then."

"Tch... Well, can't be helped. We’ll always have a spot for you here!"

The warmth of his words truly touched me.

"Thank you. I’ll see you again."

"Yeah! Get home safe!"

As I was leaving, Rasta called out to me.

"Haru. Thanks for today."

"I should be the one thanking you. I had a great time. I’ll be back."

"Mm. I’ll be waiting. Bye-bye."

"Yeah. See you."

Rasta gave a small wave as I walked away. I set off slowly down the night path. Only a peaceful silence flowed through this place. In the quiet of the night, I let out a small breath and looked up at the starry sky.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

I truly felt that.

†

"Alright! That’s enough for today. Rasta, you’re free to take a break."

"Mm. Understood."

After parting ways with Haru, Rasta didn't go straight home. Her feet naturally led her back to the field where they had worked together earlier that day. Specifically, the section Haru had been responsible for.

Holding a lamp, she approached and inspected the traces of his work.

"...Stare."

Rasta stared intensely at the spot.

The shape of the ridges was flawless, without a hair’s breadth of deviation. The depth was perfectly uniform. Moreover, it hadn't been dug with brute force; the soil retained a certain softness. Every stroke of the hoe showed a staggering level of precision and care.

"He said it was his first time. Then how...?"

Flashes of Haru from earlier in the day crossed her mind. Every movement had been devoid of waste. Even without words, his technique had conveyed a certain kindness. Rasta had tried to call out to him several times to suggest a break, but she had never found the right moment.

It was as if he didn't even know the concept of fatigue. He had swung the hoe with a constant rhythm, working silently. Without his breathing even hitching once, he had simply and steadily tilled the earth.

To Rasta, every single one of his movements appeared incredibly refined. He possessed a dignity that reminded her of a veteran adventurer.

"---I knew it."

Her quiet whisper was swallowed by the wind.