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Chapter 408
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Chapter 408 – The Saint, God, and the Market
“Misha’s son? Can I meet him too?”
“I don’t know what will happen, but I think it’s worth a try.”
I link my hand with Myrril’s, who looks doubtful, and pour more magic into the scroll that visualizes Mead. I wonder how it will turn out.
“Market.”
Simon, who appeared before me, had a gentle smile on his face, but after a short pause, his expression changed to one of confusion.
“Oh, isn’t that the Demon King’s wife?”
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time, merchant. I’m Myrril, Yoshua’s wife.”
Simon had seen Myrril in a still state a few times in the past, so there was nothing to worry about, but Myrril was also still. The problem is Mead.
“Thank you for taking care of Yoshua. Of course I want to thank you as well. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t have a chance to find a way to do it.”
“No, it’s my pleasure. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
The conversation seems to be going well, but then Simon’s gaze turns to the person next to us and stops.
“…Excuse me, but who is this?”
“Oh, good. Can you see him too, Simon? This time he’s the center of attention. Do you remember the story about the business partner your father sent back to his hometown after he died?”
“Yes, of course. The merchant and adventurer, Mr. Heibern. But…”
“Ah, he’s dead. Or rather, he’s still dead.”
When he realized that he was a ghost, Simon’s face showed a little surprise, but he didn’t seem particularly frightened or disgusted.
“Before I ascend to heaven, I’d like to ask you a question. I’m sorry to disturb you.”
“Yes, anything I can help you with.”
“Did he die happy?”
Mead’s words made Simon freeze, his expression unchanged. Even his job as a politician didn’t help him to hide his agitation.
“…I don’t know. Thanks to you, Mr. Heibern, we were able to pay off my grandfather’s debts. He died leaving everything to me, but I don’t know if he was happy.”
“Thank you, that’s enough.”
Mead smiles.
“Just knowing that he died happy with his life…”
“…What do you know?”
A heavy, hard voice is squeezed out. Simon glared at Mead with an angry expression, his gentle smile gone.
“That’s it.”
“?”
“Misha was always worried about that. Back then, when you were still a newborn, he worried about whether he should give you the shop. He worried about it much too early.”
Simon, who didn’t know what to say, looked at me, but of course I didn’t know. I gestured for him to think for himself and pushed him away.
“The products and the clientele are not of the best quality, and the profits are very unstable. The political situation is unstable, and the family is not very healthy, and on top of that, there are troublesome people who have their eyes on this place. If it were to be solved, it would be in the hands of the son.”
“…Isn’t that just dumping everything on me?”
“If he didn’t think you would take over, or if he didn’t think you had the business sense, Misha would have closed the shop without hesitation. You were prepared for that, weren’t you?”
Mead nods at the mutterings about the passport. We can only look on from the outside and make a ‘hmm’ face. Because…
Simon is crying his eyes out.
He’s smothering his voice and holding back his tears while spewing gel-like stuff out of every hole in his face. Well, he’s not really holding back because he’s completely lost it.
“Now that I’ve seen you like this, I know Misha died in peace.”
“…..!”
Wait… Mead, he’ll dry up if you make him cry anymore.
“M-Mr. Heibern. Please wait a moment.”
Simon managed to pull himself together and disappeared from sight, turning his back on Mead. A few minutes later, he returned, holding a small box.
“This was mailed back to us after we returned the body to your hometown. By that time, my father had also passed away, so there was no one to receive it, and it was left in my care.”
“I don’t know about that, but shouldn’t you receive it?”
Inside the opened box was an old, slightly yellowed letter.
“The letter is addressed to my father, but the sender is your relative… judging by the handwriting, I think it’s your son.”
Not Wolle, who died in an accident in this world―or was it murder? But the son from his original world. Mead looks worried and is unable to extend his hand.
“Mead, what are you doing? If this is the way things are going, then it is your duty to accept it, is it not?”
“It’s not for me, you know.”
“The cycle of causality is a thing that comes around. This time it is your turn. If the merchant’s father cannot accept it, then there is no other way for him to read it than for you to read it. No one else would be able to understand it even if they read it.”
“…I understand.
Perhaps because of the magic circle for materialization, the letter did not pass through but touched Mead’s hand and made a dry rustling sound.
“My father said he owed you. He said he couldn’t repay it until the end.”
Again? It seems Mead has been spreading his favors all over the place. Are you Santa?
“…Please stop. I’m just a selfish piece of trash, but everyone keeps misunderstanding me and making me out to be some kind of saint.”
The letter was returned to Simon. As we looked at it, Mead nodded and looked down.
“That’s my son. He was just a baby when I was sent into that world.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he wanted to thank you and tell you how things are going. He said he was able to go to college with the money Misha sent him. I don’t know anything about that. I gave Misha the address so he could check if everything was okay.”
Mead’s voice is hoarse and cracking as he lies as if trying to hold back tears.
“You’re really quite alike…you’re all terribly clumsy.”
Don’t look at me. I’m not part of this, and please don’t include me in this tsundere middle-aged group.
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