The Fat Aristocrat Waltz in the Labyrinth - Chapter 79
Chapter 79: The fat aristocrat is still in need of money
For the past week, Mitrof has taken a break from exploring the labyrinth.
Although his arm had been severed once, the pain had gradually subsided, and he felt no difference in sensation. However, his anxiety remained, and he had no intention of violating the doctor’s orders to rest for a while.
After finally receiving the doctor’s approval that he had fully recovered, Mitrof could once again return to being an adventurer.
The small shield, which had been quite useful, was now completely broken. He now wore leather gauntlets on his left arm, which had been repaired and were now providing protection.
As he headed towards the plaza in front of the guild, he noticed someone standing out in a black robe, carrying a large bag and a round shield on her back.
“Canule, sorry to keep you waiting.”
“No problem—how was the check-up?”
“I’m completely healed now—the doctor said I’m back to normal.”
Despite the turbulent times they had gone through, life seemed to have returned to normal. Mitrof and Canule were standing together, ready to dive back into the labyrinth as adventurers.
Mitrof’s dwelling was still at that cheap inn partnered with the guild.
What a terrible place. Every day, morning and night, it’s noisy with someone’s voice, it’s unhygienic, and the bed is small.
The only meals available are from food stalls, but lately Canule has been taking care of the cooking.
The clothes are secondhand, but he bought them again. After all, they were torn and bloodied in a duel with a knight.
Things gradually change, yet stay the same. That seems to be Mitrof’s wish these days.
The two head towards the guild counter. They greet the receptionist, whom they know well, and ask for assistance.
“Oh, it’s been a while, Mitrof-san.”
“I got injured a little.”
“Is your health better now?”
“I’m completely better now—I received a lot of care at the infirmary—and my left arm is also happy.”
“I see. Ah, yes, the bill from the infirmary is here.”
“…That’s right. I haven’t paid for the medical treatment yet.”
To Mitrof who casually asked how much it would cost, the receptionist returned an awkward smile.
“Mitrof-san, did you receive a very serious injury?”
‘I couldn’t say that my left arm is a little off.’
As if trying to gauge Mitrof’s reaction, the receptionist hesitantly announced the cost of treatment.
“——Oh, I see. Well, that’s probably right. My arm has been reattached. It’s pretty…… cheap.”
“Mitrof-sama, please be careful.”
Canule supported Mitrof, who was unsteady on his feet, from the side.
Mitrof held his head in his hands. It was a significant amount of money.
Mitrof realized that he had to face a terrible problem. There was none more challenging than this.
Should he sell the “amber” that he had left as the only remaining option to pay for the treatment cost? Or should he melt it down and eat it? That was the problem.
‘Do they tell me to give up the supreme sweetness of the nectar loved by the queen, which creates a ladder to the heavens?’
Mitrof looked up at the sky with an agonized expression.
“Money. I want money—money is everything in this world.”
And Mitrof murmured.
End of Volume 2