Kujonin Chapter 78

Kujonin
Author: Hanabokuro
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The City of Floura was as peaceful as always.
Did the adventurers get their hands on some money? They're drinking at the taverns at noon.
I wonder if they're taking a break from protesting at the church.
Whether they recognized my face from the locusthopper extermination incident, or else from whatever happened when I was dead drunk, the tavern keepers and customers all called out to me, "Ou! Ain't it the President! Come have a drink!"
I dealt with the drunks suitably and headed to the outskirts of town.
The slave trader's detached house.
As always, the feehorse was in the stable, munching on fodder.
Turban was at the stable, brus.h.i.+ng the feehorse. He's looking after it with more care than I expected.
"Yo-!"
"Oh? Isn't it President-san? Did you come to buy a slave today?"
Turban asked jokingly.
"Aa, I did come to buy a slave."
"Eh!? You're really going to buy one?"
"Yup, I have the money, so can I have you make the preparations quickly?"
"I, I understand!"
So saying, Turban tossed aside the brush and went into the house.
When I followed in after him, a fat man who looked like the slave trader's boss, came bringing a list.
"Welcome, welcome. You've been helping our little idiot a lot, it seems."
"Oh, not all."
"What kind of slave are you looking for? I've prepared simple profiles here, would you like to see them?"
"No, um, I'd like the girl, Cynthia."
"Cynthia?"
"Yeah, I believe she originally came from the village of Gnomefield."
"H,haa… are you somewhat involved with her…?"
"It's not like I came to buy her freedom for her. There's just a little something."
The explanation is longwinded, and it's possible he might raise her price if he hears it, so I refrained from giving out too much information.
"President, this way."
Turban said as he squeezed into the s.p.a.ce next to the slave trader, pa.s.sing through the room.
The slave trader said something to Turban, and Turban said, "Leave it to me."
"And so, please take your time."
So saying, the slave trader retired within.
"About Cynthia; that girl is currently a little ill."
"I see. She hasn't died or eaten rotten meat, right?"
"Heh? Well, that's right."
"Then I'll buy her. I'd like to take her immediately."
"No, see, if you were to complain about the quality later…"
"I won't. It's fine. Quickly. How much?"
I'd like to cure her as fast as possible, but with a slave trader, I wondered if they wouldn't overcharge me, so I want to hurry the discussion along.
"Even if you ask how much … for us, we thought this was one that couldn't be sold, so."
"A, then 1 gold coin is fine, right?"
"Gold coin!? No, 1 gold coin is really …"
Turban's eyes began to swim. Did I show off too much by pulling out 1 gold coin?
"Then, 1 gold coin and 3 silver coins. I won't go any higher!"
"President, just a little more!"
"Then 1 gold coin and 5 silver coins. If I go any higher, my company employees will get angry!"
"N~, well, that's fine! In exchange, don't come back filing any complaints!"
So saying, Turban left the room.
He hadn't returned yet even after waiting for a while, so when I left the room to look, Cynthia was leaning on Turban's shoulder, walking this way.
I took a recovery potion out of my item bag and took Cynthia.
"Prepare the contract and such."
"Right! I understand!"
Turban ran into the inner room.
"Are you alright?"
"So it's you, sir, who bought me."
"Aa, and I'm also going to cure you. Did you drink the syrup I gave you?"
"That, it seemed too good for me. I gave it to a girl in the same room."
"I see. It might have been dangerous for you if you drank it. For now, drink this."
So saying, I had Cynthia drink the recovery potion.
", it's a little easier to bear."
"It won't do anything about the headache. Since you have magic power insufficiency."

"Here are the contract doc.u.ments!"
Turban brought the contract, so I signed it and handed over the money.
"Then I'm going to take her with."
I left the slave trader's house, carrying Cynthia princess style.
"Thank you for you patronage!"
While Turban called out after me, I headed to the inn.
"Sir? What's your name?"
(Cynthia is calling him 'danna' for those that care)
"Aa, I never said it. Naoki. Naoki Komuro."
"I'm Cynthia."
"Yeah, I know. For now we'll head to the inn and cure your illness."
"This is the body that Naoki-sama saved, so I will do whatever you wish."
Somehow, this Cynthia is unfortunate.
Thanks to the simple white clothes that aren't tattered, it gives me a strange feeling like I'm doing something I shouldn't.
"It's fine for you not to speak formally. It kind of feels like I'm kidnapping an innocent girl, so it feels weird."
"Eh? But aren't your intentions along those lines?"
"You're wrong. I just need your help a bit."
"At night?"
"No, like I said, you're wrong."
Cynthia chuckled within my arms.
She's become talkative with just this much. It should be fine.
"I'm going to raise the speed a little."
"Eh? W! Wait, Sir, I'm sorry! Wait-!"

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When we reached the inn, the employee watching over the counter said, "The Blacks Family butler came to see you," and handed over a letter.
It seems they've prepared the reward for the

For now I told him that I would stay another night, and when I went to pay the fee,
"Oh no, it's fine for you to use the room as you need it. For is, having the Komuro Company staying here will give us a profit."
And I was refused.
Just what did we do, I wonder.
Well, now we don't have to pay the fee, so whatever.
"That helps a lot."
"Take your time~"
The employee called out to us with a smirk as we entered the room.
Th,that's not what's going on-!

"Lie down for a bit. I'll make the medicine now."
Entering the room, I put Cynthia on the bed.
I took the stone-like mandrain plant out of the item bag and put it in a pot.
I drew the IH magic circle on the desk, put water in the pot, and boiled it for 10 minutes.
The room was filling up with a red fog.
I was fine, but Cynthia seems to be having it tough.
On top of having chronic magic power insufficiency, her magic power is being further drained by the mandrain agent, so it's putting some burden on her body.
It might be better to break it up and do the treatment in stages when curing the elderly and children.
I opened the window a bit and let the fresh air in.
I put the stewed, bright-red mandrain agent into a bottle.

I didn't have anything like an oxygen mask, so I cracked the bottom of a small vase as a subst.i.tute.
I placed recovery potion by the side of the bed, making my preparations.
"Alright! Then, this might be somewhat painful, but I'm going to start healing you."
I closed the window and informed Cynthia.
"Please!"
Cynthia wasn't particularly frightened.
"You're not scared?"
"Yes, I feel like it will probably go well. Right?"
"Yeah."
She's more resolved than I thought.

Bringing the desk over to the bed, I heated up the bottle.
The mandrain agent inside the bottle boiled, went up the forabbit's esophagus I was using as a pipe, and red smoke came out of the bottom of the cracked vase.
Cynthia breathed in that smoke with all her might.
She swallowed it a few times, but she gradually got used to it and breathed it in for a while.
Right when I thought I heard the crack of a magic stone splitting from Cynthia's chest, the cracking sounded again multiple times.
When I unfastened the small vase from Cynthia's mouth, ectoplasm-like smoke billowed out from her mouth.
When I opened the window, the smoke dispersed outside, disappearing.
For now, I removed the mandrain agent from the magic circle, and now I'm heating up the recovery potion.
Cynthia, coughing violently, had blood coming out of her mouth, but when she breathed in the recovery potion vapors, she seemed to calm down.
When we had repeated this 3 times, there was no more cracking of magic stones from Cynthia's chest.
"How are you?"
"Un, I feel like something that was causing me discomfort in my chest has been removed."
I wiped the sweat from Cynthia's brow.
"Rest a bit."
"Un, I'm a little tired."
So saying, Cynthia closed her eyes and began to breath deeply.
Leaving water and recovery potion on the desk, I left the room.

Calling an employee from the inn, I told him to have Cynthia drink the recovery potion if anything happens and went outside.
I contacted Velsa and the other with the communication bag and told them that the treatment with the mandrain agent went well.
"As long as there's no side effects, it seems to be fine."
["Roger. Depending on when we finish making the mandrain agent here, we'll go to Gnomefield and begin treatment."]
"I'm counting on you~."
When I ended the call from the communication bag and went to head towards the church ruins of the church, I got a call from Red Dragon.
There's no way they can enter the town in dragon form, so they wanted me to come pick them up in a small boat.
When I went towards the harbor, the s.h.i.+pwrights we had asked to repair our s.h.i.+p were there.
It's the people I had made pumps together with during the locusthopper extermination period.
When I said I wanted to borrow a small boat, the cheerfully lent me a small rowboat.

"Is it okay if I draw a magic circle on it?"
And when I asked,
"Yeah, go ahead. We practically don't use it anymore."
Was the response.
I drew a water magic circle on the stern of the s.h.i.+p and went out to sea like that.
With half-smiles, the s.h.i.+pwrights were staring dumbfoundedly at me.
Looks like the reaction really is the same no matter where I go.

When I reached the open sea, there was a reaction to Search Skill immediately.
A large red dragon and a larger black dragon were circling far overhead.
When I waved, the dragons seemed to have spotted me.
As they approached the boat, the wind pressure roused waves, shaking the small boat greatly.
The two of them used humanification magic while still in the air, and they landed on the small boat.
"Man, it hasn't really been that long ago, but somehow it feels it's been awhile." (Red)
"Haha, me too. My bad, even getting Black Dragon-san involved."
"Oh no, it's a request from Naoki-sama. I'll come no matter where it is."
"However, you two are wearing some amazing outfits."
Red Dragon is dressed like a knight in red armor, and Black Dragon chose a completely black suit. The suit and tie and everything are all black.
"I didn't know what kind of clothes would work, see. It would help if you taught us." (red)
"It has also been a while for me. I thought I'd gather information in town."
There's still some money left from the money Ayl had given me to buy Cynthia with, so I think I can at least buy some clothes.
I turned the boat around and returned to the harbor.
"Ah, that's right. I need to go report to G.o.d now, so did you want to come with me?"
"G.o.d? By G.o.d, you mean, G.o.d-sama?"
"That's right. Have you met him?"
"No way I have, right!?"
"I also have not. Or rather, he exists?" (black)
"The spirits exist, so of course he would. I mean, transmigrators like me exist. Well, he's a normal onii-chan. Although the spirits have been taking him too lightly. Are you coming?"
" "We're coming." "
And that's how it was going to be.