episode_0032

“Phew….”

Drool stretched long between the bottle and lips, finally the administrator fell away from me.

“Thank you, thank you. Thank you for giving me the potion….”

“Are you feeling a bit better now?”

“Yes…. Haa…. But why did you come…?”

“I’m here to file a change of address.”

“A change of address…? There’s someone with strange intentions coming to live in our village…?”

“That person with strange intentions is me.”

As Brasha came out behind me, the administrator looked at her with wide eyes.

Then, panicking, he stumbled backwards and bumped into the hall door.

“It’s a demon…!”

“It’s not a demon, it’s a half-goblin, right?”

“Eek…! That’s even weirder…!”

As the administrator opened the door and ran inside, he stepped on the hem of his robe and stumbled over with a thud.

“How can such a woman be an administrator.”

Mirella clicked her tongue.

“Administrator. She’s not a demon, she’s a half-goblin, a mix of human and goblin blood. It won’t cause any harm.”

As the administrator was being helped up, he hugged me and whispered.

“If Jack says so, I’ll believe you….”

“Ahh! Get off me right now!”

Seeing Mirella rushing towards him, grabbing the administrator’s chest and pulling him, who was leaning against my body.

“Ouch, Mirella…!”

“Ugh, it’s really noisy.”

Watching that scene, Brasha chuckled awkwardly. Embarrassing.

After separating Mirella and calming the administrator down, we proceeded with Brasha’s change of address.

“Um, your name is… Brajya….”

“It’s Brasha.”

“Oh, right…. Brasha…. A half-goblin…. How old are you?”

“I don’t know either.”

When the administrator looked at me with a puzzled expression, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Just make it around twenty. It might be easier in many ways to consider you an adult, right?”

“Yes…. That’s right…. There are many troublesome things if you’re a minor…. Then let’s say twenty…. Um…. Where should you live….”

“I’ll live at the potion shop.”

Brasha blurted out some details that hadn’t been agreed upon yet.

“Is that right, Jack?”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden? I never said that.”

“Ahhhh? You didn’t say that? You said you’d take responsibility for me?”

When the word ‘responsibility’ came up, the administrator’s eyes almost popped out.

“You… You’ll take responsibility…? What kind of responsibility…?”

“Jack promised to take care of me. I’ve done a lot wrong, hehe.”

The administrator’s gaze shifted to Brasha’s stomach.

Due to Brasha’s plump figure, her belly was slightly protruding as she sat on the chair.

“Re-responsibility…. Between Jack and… Br-Brajya… an infant, ugh, a baby…. Because of the baby…. Change of address…. Newlyweds…. Ughh…. Uwaaaaah!!”

Already, Mirella left the hall while the administrator was stuttering, covering her ears, and Liberone was staring out the window as if nothing could be heard.

Brasha, not understanding what was being said, just smiled and nodded, so I had to step in again.

“Administrator, please snap out of it. It’s not like that. I took Brasha in because Liberone destroyed the house she lived in, so she has nowhere to go right now.”

“She took me in…. Br-Brajya took Jack’s baby….!”

“Th-that’s not it…. Liberone. Help me out a bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Haa…. Brasha. Please, say it’s not true. Stop smiling like that.”

“I don’t understand what that woman is saying right now.”

“Uwaaaaaah!! As expected, a woman like me isn’t suitable for Jack….!”

A severe headache struck, and I had to press my forehead and take a deep breath.

* * * * *

Somehow, the change of address was completed.

The administrator, who suffers from depression, rapidly collapses but then amusingly returns to normal just as quickly.

So, handing over a bottle of potion and explaining it in detail, the person quickly understood and apologized, blushing.

After that, they took Brasha around the village, introducing them.

Brasha’s sharp teeth, pointed ears, and green skin were features that easily led people to misunderstand.

Before being mistaken for a monster and killed by farm tools, it was necessary to mark them in advance.

Encountering a half-goblin, half-harpy on the way back from Odellin, they explained that goblin blood was mixed halfway.

Trying to explain it as a chimera resulting from a mad scientist’s strange experiment only led to confusion and backlash.

Surprisingly, people did not feel much aversion towards Brasha.

Initially cautious, later reactions were more like, “Interesting, nice to meet you. Take care.”

This was because, apart from some elements revealing goblin traits, Brasha had a quite cute and pretty appearance.

Although their appearance was somewhat unique, these were not flaws but rather added to their charm; Brasha was beautiful and cute.

Thus, Brasha’s relocation to the village concluded smoothly.

Following that, they headed to the village’s pig farm with Brasha.

There, twenty pigs, including the one Brasha brought, were sprawled out comfortably.

“How do you like it, Brasha? This will be the pig farm where you’ll work.”

“It’s fine. It’s quiet around here, with a river nearby. The pigs will like it.”

Brasha smiled, placing a hand on their hip.

“The river is calm, the mountains are beautiful, the sky clear with white clouds. It’s a really nice village. I made the right choice following you. By the way…”

Watching the pigs frolicking around, Brasha asked, “Are we supposed to raise and eat them?”

“Well… yes. It’s unavoidable. They’re here for that purpose.”

“It’s okay. Pigs are meant to be raised for humans to eat. I know they’re bred to be eaten. I’ve never tried roasted meat, so I’m curious.”

Brasha licked their lips, seemingly salivating.

Suddenly, a question arose.

How intelligent was Brasha?

Goblins, in their own way, are intelligent creatures.

Depending on the type, some have advanced intelligence, even capable of using magic.

They form societies and live in their own way.

And Brasha had a mix of goblin and pig genes.

Pigs are surprisingly intelligent animals.

Contrary to common belief, pigs are smart, clean, muscular, and have less fat than commonly thought.

Confined for consumption, they defecate on the floor and are continuously fed, leading to misconceptions.

The combination of goblin, human, and pig.

Considering they can speak almost as well as humans, it seems they possess basic intelligence.

Moreover, just by chasing us at midnight to hold us responsible for destroying their home, it’s evident they’re not foolish.

Looking at it this way, Brasha seems to have good judgment.

Not to say they’re stupid, but it’s better to work with someone intelligent.

In that regard, welcoming Brasha to the village was indeed a wise decision.

* * * * *

Returning to the shop with Brasha, they saw Mirella and Liberone standing in front.

Mirella was reading a paper with a very serious expression.

“Hey, Mirella. Let’s go eat.”

In response to my voice, Mirella handed me the paper she was holding.

“This is a letter.”

“A letter?”

Could it be from Alaina?

Excitedly reaching for it, Mirella chuckled.

“You fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.”

“Huh?”

Without a word, Mirella briskly entered the shop.

“Why is she acting like that? Why is she angry?”

“Well….”

Brasha tilted his head and glanced at the letter that landed in my hand with a crow’s foot.

“Maybe it’s written here why he got angry. Did someone send him insults?”

But it wasn’t that kind of letter.

Round and cute handwriting.

This is the letter from Alaina that I’ve been waiting for.

Hello, Potion Master. It’s Alaina.

I’m currently traveling around the islands of Predegund Kingdom.

I’ve been tackling the quests that must be solved here one by one after looking at the guidebook you provided.

Everyone else gave up on these seemingly impossible tasks, but thanks to the guidebook you gave me, I’ve been able to solve them easily.

Thank you always. You are my benefactor in life.

And fortunately, the wounds I received from Rich have healed, and now I can move freely.

When I was hit by life force extraction, I really thought I was going to die.

In the last letter, I said I was lightly injured just to avoid worrying you.

In fact, I went right to the brink of death.

My left arm was completely charred, losing all sensation, unable to shake off the fear of death.

Strangely enough, I remembered you at that moment.

Your kind smile as you filled my bag with items.

Your affectionate voice advising me on the journey ahead.

Your bangs falling as you focused on creating the guidebook.

You waving goodbye until I was out of sight.

If I were to die here, I thought I would never see you again.

That thought was more terrifying than death itself, and miraculously helped me recover.

So, may I ask you one favor?

When I’m struggling and it’s hard to endure during my adventures, can I draw strength by thinking of you?

It’s hard to receive replies in the middle of the sea.

But I believe you would surely allow it.

So, if faced with danger in the future, I will bravely overcome it while thinking of you, Potion Master.

I’ll end it here.

I miss you, Potion Master.

Hoping to finish all adventures someday and meet you again, Alaina.