I felt relieved after Murus joined the vigers but then I remembered something important.


    “I had work at noon.”


    I got down to the first floor while still closing the sleeves of my work clothes.


    I woke upte today and was too focused on the game.


    There is still some time for them toe and pick me up. I still haven’t had my breakfast/lunch. If I miss the meal now then I will be able to eat only at dinner time.[1]


    My mother wasn’t present. I decide to eat the boar meat which was sent inrge quantities as tribute.


    “Thanks to them being able to defeatrge number of monsters, we were able to receive this but they didn’t send the whole monster.”


    Most of the meat was smoked and preserved as they defeated more than 10 of these during the Temptation of the Evil God. I was assured that this would reduce worries for the food during the winter but then they offered it as tribute on the homemade altar.


    Well, the following day, a chunk of meat was sent to my house.


    My mother was so happy that she pped her hands and said,” We don’t need to buy meat for a month now.”


    I just tried the meat yet it was so delicious.


    It was a little harder than pork but became surprisingly soft after simmering. [2]


    I really liked the taste and texture and there there was a lot of fat.


    The sweetness of the fat is no surprising feeling.


    “It seems that anything can be offered as tribute but it’s limited to just once a day.”[3]


    Once they choose a te of fruits as the tribute but only the fruit withrgest quantity disappeared and arrived at my house.


    Is there some weight limit?.....I don’t know much about the tribute system.


    The horn rang just as I finished my meal. I took the dishes to the sink and then left the house.


    It’s really helpful that theye to pick me up everyday.


    It seems that some people have hard timemunicating or going to school. [ Really no idea why this line is even there ?? ]


    “Sorry to make you wait.”


    “Oh..We didn’t wait at all.”


    My seniors were already seated at the back seat.


    Yamamoto-san was ying games on his smartphone as usual.


    “Thank you.”


    Yamamoto-san is usually cheerful but today he seems rather grumpy.


    Should I talk to him in such a state? I was looking at the scenary outside the window but Yamamoto-san who was being reflected at the window was looking at me.


    Maybe he wants me to ask him.


    “Oh, what happened?”


    “Can you hear some of myints....”


    “Oh, sure, please.”


    I was really surprised. It seems even cheerful people like Yamamotoin sometimes.


    “Actually, as I told you before, there is a game which I am hooked too.” [4]


    “Yes. You told me about it.”


    “It’s like a strategic simtion where you capture enemynd. Everything was good until I decided to take rest the day before yesterday after the event where I attacked a big base but yesterday one of my bases was destroyed.”


    Oh, you are depressed because of the game.


    “I was strengthing and upgrading the way before it went all awry. I still have a base and it’s good but I spend half of my sry on that one so I am now little tight on money...”


    Wow, I am more shocked than feeling sympathy for him.


    I am a simr person. What Yamamoto-san is ying is some of online game. I had yed a lot of them. These kind of games have a lot of billing methods whichpanies take advantage of. So I left them.


    “To be honest, I understand. The game which I am currently ying also has some billing elements and I spend tens of thousands at the event, the other day.”


    He seems to be angry that he used up his sry for such a thing so I said this in a low voice to him so only he can hear.


    “Oh, friend. Let’s do our best together.”


    “Yes.”


    We hold each other’s hand tightly.


    The friendship over billing system in the game is not something to be praised about. I am just purely happy that we got along on some topic.


    I want to know a little more about the game but let’s stop for now.


    Right now, I need to focus solely on Vige of Fate, so I should not listen to information about other interesting games.


    I was worried about Yamamoto-san as he was depressed and seemed uneasy but it seems that he is doing his job properly.


    His personality was a little sloppy but he did his work honestly. He sometimes joined and helped the President as well.


    Today’s cleansing job ended without any problems. They dropped me at a convenience store near my house.


    The winter nights were considerably cold so I quickly entered the store.


    “Meat buns eaten atte at night when you shouldn’t eat then are the best.”


    If you look around at the store, you would want to buy more stuff but my mother always prepares the evening meal so let’s just keep it simple and sweet.


    I bough four pudding as my whole family likes them.


    I checked my smartphone after paying the bill and just before leaving the store.


    I was not used to the operation method on mobile so I need to watch carefully or I will miss many things. I need to develop a habit of this.


    Right no, I was looking at the Vige of Fate on mobile.


    “There is no change in the vige.......No phone, no email.....”


    Isn’t it natural as I don’t have much contact excprt my family and my coworkers.


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    Trantor and Editor Notes:


    [1] Well it’s the time when it’s hard to judge whether it’s breakfast or lunch ??


    [2] The meat was heated in presence of moisture upto just below the boiling point. This made the meat soft.


    [3] Actually it will be twice a day, if we include the tribute sent by Carol ??


    [4] Basically addicted


    <h4> Chapter 29 part2</h4>


    Trantor: Asada


    Editor: Kylerboi (unedited)


    I owned a Garage during my student days but discarded it after graduation from college.


    At that time, I didn’t had many friends but I lost contact with then as I withdrew myself. I can now only talk to my family.


    How many years has it been since a friend has talked to me.


    The past cannot be recovered. It is really painful.


    Everything became annoying after I withdrew and shutdown myself in a shell.


    As one steps out of the convenience store, you will tremble due to the temperature difference.


    A small breath of white slowly rises in the dark night.


    “It’s really regretful.”


    My neighbor, my childhood friend. She is one of my oldest memories. We have been together since we were born. We were always together, from kindergarten to highschool.


    I miss her the most.


    “I ran away.....from employment, friends, family,......escapes from reality and memories.”


    I gazed at the sky while walking all alone at night.


    I was walking on the street with private houses. There was the street light and the moon and stars were clearly visible.


    “Oh...we also went to see the meteor shower when we were students.”


    A friend who always rallied with me during the most shining moments of my life.


    Now she is...


    I didn’t go back straight to my house but instead took a detour and then arrived at my house.


    I noticed a woman wearing suit standing in front of my neighbouring house.


    She seems to be struggling with taking out her keys in front of the door. She has a crutch on her left foot. [1]


    “Seika..”


    I involuntarily mentioned her name.


    Seika Tsumabuki, my childhood friend.


    Small brownish hairs tied with stic cords, edgeless sses which look fresh to the eyes. Seika turned around in response to my voice and took of her sses.


    It’s been a long time since I saw her so close. The face gives a gentle impression. She should be over thirty just like me but still looks in her twenties.


    “Oh...”


    “It been a long time....also don’t use my nickname, It seems like name of a dinosaur in an action game.” [2]


    He exchanged words for the first time in few year yet the conversation proceeded more smoothly than expected.


    It seems that decades of umtion have won over several years of gap.


    It’s been few weeks since Ist saw her. On that day, I got up early and I saw her in her study through the second floor window.


    Its been years since shest saw me.


    “Are you all right?”


    “Ah, yeah. I was hospitalized for two weeks since I got involved in an ident and this my leg bone was fractured.”


    “I see.”


    After meeting her after such a long time, I want to talk to her but its strange to talk outside at midnights in winters.


    “See you..”


    “Wait a minute. If it’s okay, why don’t youe home?”


    Herughing faces seemed a little lonely. Seika’s parent died few years ago and since then she lives with her grandmother.


    “I will refrain from doing that. It would be bad if I wake up oba-san.” [3]


    Rather, even though we are childhood friends, it’s a lot of problem for a man and woman to be together at midnight


    “Okay.”


    She has a bad habit. She looks down and slowly bods, it is a gesture that she haspromised and gave up.”


    Her intention has always been to live in such a way that respect the surrounding without inserting in her own opinions.


    “Let’s talk about this again, my mom wanted to see obasan.... How abouting to our house with her?”


    “Oh, would it be fine?”


    “Oh, it should be fine. I only do a part-time job.”


    I was still worked that she thinks that I am unemployed so let me tell her that I have started working.


    “Yeah. I know. I have been told by Aunty and Sayuki. You are working hard.”


    Did you hear it from them? Even though I didn’t know, she seems to be in contact with my family.


    Unlike me, Seika has seeded in finding a job and works for argepany.


    She should be earning an ie which cannot bepared to my part time job, yet I didn’t feel any sympathy or despise from her word. She seems to be really pleased.


    Seika still hasn’t changed. There were some changes in her appearance due to to age but unlike me, the important heart is still the same.


    “Um, the fruits and meat were really delicious.”


    “It’s good that you are pleased.”


    I remember properly when my mother asked.” Can I give it next door?”


    I thought to return back but I couldn’t ignore her crutching sight.


    I approached Seika, grabbed her shoulders to support her and prevent her from falling down. I borrowed the key and unlocked the house.


    “Here you go.”


    “Thank you. I wille to your house soon.”


    “Okay. I will be waiting.”


    I gently released the door and it closed and then I returned back to my house.


    I admit that we have been close toe achother for a long time and were conscious of each other.


    When we were kids, we were teased with being husband and wife. We were told that we were a couple.


    I had rtionship with multiple friends but always less than of a lover. I had decided to confess to Seika after I graduate from college and find a job.


    But that never happened. Seika found a job in argepany but I didnt. My heart just went wild and wild day by day.


    The confession would have not looked cool if my job would have been less paying and respected than Seika’s. I targeted thepanies of equal or higher caliber but lost in the end.


    Her existence which has always encouraged me started to make me feel depressed and annoyed so I started keeping myself away from her.


    A lonely childhood friend who wants for you forever. Such convenient story cannot be a reality.


    Even when I became stagnant, the time continued to flow for the others.


    Let’s even if a beautiful women waits for her favorite person to recover from depression. There is no way that such an dedicated and attractive women will stay if a better man than him enters her life.


    As a result it would be no wonder, if she fell in love with him.


    He is still single but a man might have already appeared in her life, or she might already be in a ongoing rtionship. That person might have dropped her here in his car.


    The rtionship could not return as they were in thest but at least we can be friends.


    I honestly feel that but I want to beat myself up.....


    Trantor and Editor Notes:


    [1] Well a crutch is basically


    [2] j really have no idea what is going on in these lines ??


    [3] oba-san is grandmother


    She is here. The FL we all have been waiting for.(actually me all along) She is the character which I love and scared of the most in this novel ?? ~ Asada