My Daughter Grew Up to “Rank S” Adventurer - Chapter 59.2
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Belgrief was surprised that he could still vividly recall his lifetime as if it had only been two years or so, even now, twenty-five years later. Those days may not have been peaceful, but they certainly had a glow like no other.
Every time he thought about it, Belgrief chuckled at how old he had gotten, a feeling that seemed to have intensified since he had met Qasim again.
The thoughts of the past that he had felt in Tornella became clearer.
Still, Belgrief thinks that he should cherish the time he is living in now.
To put it bluntly, reckoning with one’s past is a personal and private matter. It was not his intention to involve too many people, let alone Qasim, who shared his goals.
“…I hope Graham and Mito are well.”
Belgrief couldn’t help but relax his expression as he imagined those two men of few words sitting in front of the fireplace, having the same awkward conversation as before. He wondered if they were eating properly.
He wondered if the food he had stored was in good condition, if he had been able to spin the yarn he had taught him, if the beans were being sorted, and so on.
In the end, the time he spent in Tornella was much longer than the time he spent in Orphen. The reckoning with the past is important, but Tornella is just as important to him now.
Belgrief chuckled, already feeling nostalgic; so he couldn’t laugh at Angeline’s actions anymore.
As he waited in the eaves of the building, sheltering from the snow, Angeline came out of the building in front of him, a blank look on her face.
“No good… There’s no vacant room here either.”
“… Hey, you know what, I’m fine with a small room, just split up into two rooms.”
“No. Absolutely not. Families get along under one roof.”
Angeline was adamant in rejecting Belgrief’s request.
After breakfast, he left the house and looked around at the different properties.
Life in Orphen was very different. From the aristocracy living in the most prestigious areas to the poorer neighborhoods at the bottom of the scale. But most of the residents were middle class, merchants, craftsmen, and adventurers. There are many houses for such people.
So, he had assumed that there would be at least one affordable room, but to his surprise, he had yet to find one. No matter where he went, there were no good rooms available.
Qasim crossed his hands behind his head and said.
“It’s difficult to find a room. Orphen is a big place, but there are so many people.”
“It’s not that we have to find it today, but…”
“…I can stay in that room, can’t I, Dad?”
Angeline said, and Belgrief stroked his beard in exasperation. In Tornella, the house was one big room, so there was no way around it, but in Orphen, that was not the case.
“Angie… Since you’re a girl at that age, don’t you want a little privacy or something?”
“No, I don’t. I have nothing to hide.”
Belgrief’s shoulders slumped, unable to find the right words. He didn’t know whether she was being a good kid or not. Although it was not a bad thing that she honestly adored him, he could not help but feel uneasy when his eighteen-year-old daughter did this.
Belgrief sighed, wondering what happened to the practice of sleeping alone, but Qasim looked amused.
“Bel, you’ve got a lot on your plate, don’t you?”
“If you know what I’m talking about, you’re going to have to be a bit more on my side…”
“Heh, how can I be so tactless as to come in between Bel and Angie?”
The snowflakes fell in large, fluffy pellets, and the wind blew them into the eaves, clinging to their clothes and cloaks.
Qasim patted Charlotte and Byaku on the head.
“Well, I think we’re done for the day. I’ve got to practice with these guys.”
“Oh, right… Yeah, well, we’ll find a room later.”
Belgrief smiled tiredly.
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