Epilogue: Peddling Preparations
“The preliminary arrangements are going smoothly,” Father said. “We just need a carriage and the permit. Then we could get going, I think. I’ve been making medicine with the shield skill, but if I’m going to do it without that, then I think I’ll need better tools too.”
“If you use a skill, then nothing you make will have any personality, right?” I asked. “For making high-quality products, making them by scratch would be a superior choice, I say.”
We discussed the peddling preparations in the pub after the Siltvelt emissary had left.
“Was I selling anything else besides medicine?” Father asked.
“You were. Food, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Like meat? Vegetables? Preserved foods?”
“In your village you had plants that grew unusually quickly,” I explained.
“Wow. I guess there are plants that ripen more quickly in this world. Did I really have stuff like that?”
“You used the ones from your very own garden.”
“Do you happen to remember how I got my hands on those plants?” Father asked.
“Hmmm. As to whether or not I have any idea, I do not know.”
“Uh . . . so which is it?”
Back in the first go-around, I had been deceived by the crimson swine and unable to accept that I had lost the battle against the Spirit Tortoise. Afterward, when I went wandering on my own, I was in a village in southwest Melromarc when I heard about how Father had solved an “agricultural disaster” caused by the spear hero—of course, me. In the online game I played, there was some quest about ending a drought, so there must have been some problem with what I had done to end the drought. Every time I had tried to do something in this world using my knowledge of the game I had played, it ended up backfiring. The power-up methods, the Spirit Tortoise, and pretty much everything else too.
“It’s not that I don’t remember anything at all about it, but not quite enough to try to guess what had happened,” I told Father.
“Got it. Well, if we have time, we could try to find out.”
“I suppose so. I get the sense that you had told me in the first go-around that it was dangerous if you used the plants incorrectly.”
“It doesn’t sound like we’ll be trying to grow them anytime soon.”
“Fair enough. We need to guarantee we do it right, so let’s forget about the plants for now.”
The more I thought about it, the more I had a fair idea of what had happened. But regardless, we didn’t have a place to grow plants. Once we got our hands on a secure location for agriculture, we could revisit the idea.
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