I Thought I Picked up a Girl Who Had Fallen Down, but It Turned Out To Be the Future Demon Lord - CH 30.2

And then.

On the second day, We continued shopping. The rest of the day, I go alone to Turker-san, the gatekeeper of Miel, and ask him to gather information about the Knight of the Roses in exchange for the Crumplehorn (meat).

On the third day, I just lounge around at the inn. Spica reads a book she borrows from the inn, and I rest and spend my time as I wish.

On the fourth day, we go out and enjoy the sights of Miel together.

The fifth day. Jaco, who has attacked me, takes Spica out, and they go shopping together. In the meantime, I enjoy my time alone, talking with Turker-san and having fun at the bar.

The sixth day. I take care of Spica, who is limping, and we enjoy eating the promised Linka berry together.

And then…

The sun is shining on the cobblestones with a hint of summer. The gurgling fountain gives me a cool impression, but the heat of the sun is the same.

I breathe in a lungful of air, and the scent of fresh green spreads through the air.

The place where we are now is Miel’s Main Street Park. We are sitting on the edge of the many chairs that surround the fountain.

We’re sightseeing at the spring festival for the townspeople, wishing for a good harvest.

As we are chatting with the family at the Slumbering Pavilion, they tell us about the festival. It is a small festival and they are embarrassed to recommend it to people from other parts of the world, but we enjoy the atmosphere of such festivals. The two of us decided to go sightseeing.

It must have been a small festival for the locals, as there are less than 50 people in total.

In the center of the specially set up stage is a high pile of firewood. There are many flowers with buds around the firewood, and a prayer warrior dressed in an old-fashioned traditional costume is praying like a character in a play.

After making eye contact with Spica sitting beside him, we join him in praying for a good harvest this year.

I’m not sure what to make of this. …Speaking of the future.

In the game, the demon king Velvet creates a dark miasma that makes demons all over the world go berserk. Then, she ordered the demon army with wisdom as the demon lord to attack the humans.

Some beast-men joined the army, and it became a mixed army of demons and beast-men.

–In the game, it’s described that the Demon Lord suddenly appeared. The people who have been enjoying the peace suffered from the sudden chaos.

I don’t think the preparations for the invasion will be easy.

If there is a being who can see into the future, there is no way that they will not take advantage of it.

…It is safe to assume that there are no pursuers to Spica. It may be right.

If the Demon Lord is defeated from the beginning, it would not be a game, and it is not good to think of everything as it is in the game.

But

-Future vision.

I thought It is a fairy tale until Spica told me about it. That’s something even the fairy king couldn’t do. I don’t think he can do it over and over again without any compensation.

It’s not good to be complacent, and it’s absolutely necessary to be prepared for any eventuality. But even so. It’s also not good to be too pessimistic and nervous.

I hope we can find out something from Turker-san and Gareth-san. I swallow the words that come to mind. I must not neglect to gather information.

I close my eyes and look sideways at Spica, who is praying earnestly.

I pray that she will be able to spend the coming days with peace of mind.

I’ll pray for a good harvest as well. In any case, can’t you make my small wish come true as well?

I’m not a citizen of the town, but I’m sure it will not hurt to ask for that.

The tranquility and serenity of the city spread out. All I can hear is the sound of the fountain.

A performer on stage claps his hands and a drum is beaten in time.

…There is a loud bang.

The firewood in the center of the stage is lit, and the flames flicker like a mirage. The fire, which has become an orange mass, stretches high into the sky.

A bouquet made of dried flowers is thrown into it. The shape of the flowers slowly collapses. Eventually, they are completely consumed by the flames and lose their shape. A firm voice announces that the …prayer is over.