Surviving as a Trash Bard in a Game

Partings come equally to short and long relationships.

If counted by days, it was less than two weeks. Even a brief connection of just over a week came to an end.

There were some suspicious parts, and some scary parts, but should I be grateful that nothing happened in the end?

Or should I hate myself for casting a suspicious eye on a good person simply because of their looks?

Since my looks and personality are perfect, I naturally chose the former.

Well, yes.

'It will probably take a while to get to the capital from the north.'

In the end, money was all I gained.

It wasn't a small amount, and if I saved it, it would last me more than a month. It's a bit much to dismiss it as a small gain.

Every man has a dream in his heart.

Like, I want to become stronger, or I want to use such skills, things like that.

After the unknown skill that Nisha showed me, the so-called glimpse of a spearman, I tried to imitate it a little... just a little. Of course, nothing happened.

'It means emphasizing one aspect of a person. Maybe it was wrong to imitate others from the start.'

It's too late to think about it now. I'm leaving soon.

In the end, I gained nothing but money. It is said that money is the most important thing in life, but still, isn't this too much?

'Skyler found out that my body condition is not good, I couldn't test buff or debuff skills, and there was nothing new or helpful for my health.'

As a result, two silver coins were the only income.

No, strictly speaking, there was also the money I earned while playing drunk at the Adventurer's Guild... It's quite a lot to call it a small income.

If I go to the capital, I might be able to buy cheap items. If there's a decent city on the way, I should check out the shops.

I talked a bit long, but what I have to do hasn't changed.

Buying an item that can solve my stamina and health status? This is just a process. My ultimate goal is survival and return.

I want to go back to the world with the internet as soon as possible.

Why doesn't the medieval fantasy world have a community?

'Seriously, it's a world where you can communicate remotely with a crystal ball... No one thought of creating a community? Really?'

It doesn't make sense.

One of the basic human desires and characteristics is the attention-seeking tendency to crave the attention of others. No one has ever tried it?

'No, maybe I don't know. Maybe it already exists?'

There might already be a community called Magetower-Inside.

While I was having such useless thoughts, I waited for Skyler, and soon after, he appeared with Nisha and Propertius.

With Nisha and Propertius on either side, Skyler looked like their child, which made me chuckle a little.

If he found out I was thinking this, would Skyler get angry?

He's a little kid who doesn't allow others to see him as a little kid.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Just because."

"...I'll let it go for now."

"More importantly, why are those two here?"

"They came to say goodbye."

"Really?"

Honestly, they didn't seem like very affectionate people, but Skyler would know better than me. They might have come to say goodbye to Skyler, not me.

I was getting used to it. I'm leaving again.

Just when I think I'm getting used to it, I leave, and just when I think I'm getting used to it again, I leave... The adventurer's job is not easy.

In fact, there is no easy job in this world, but there might be a job that is a little less difficult. Why did I choose to be an adventurer and suffer like this?

Traveling long distances for weeks at a time in this unhealthy state?

Just kill me!

'No, I'm not kidding, I might actually die. Isn't it getting dangerous?'

These days, there seems to be a trend in fiction where the terminally ill protagonist talks big but never actually dies.

Honestly, compared to such protagonists, I'm not even that weak,and I can endure it.

But as everyone knows, the penalty doesn't come gradually, it comes suddenly. If narcolepsy and clumsiness are unpredictable, how will the status penalty come?

I could really just drop dead.

Propertius and Nisha waved their hands at me and followed Skyler into the church.

I tried to follow them, but for some reason, the church door wouldn't open. I struggled with the door, but it remained firmly shut.

After a moment of thought, I came up with a brilliant solution.

That was to ask Skyler for help.

"Skyler, I want to go in too."

"I closed it on purpose. Wait a minute."

"Ugh."

Only a cold answer came from inside the door. In the end, I had no choice but to sit in front of the door, hugging my lute, and wait for their conversation to end, feeling a little gloomy.

It's sad.

***

Skyler burned a scroll with a magic spell that blocked outside sound with his mana.

A transparent film in the shape of a sphere gradually grew larger, passed through the outer wall of the church, and stopped exactly at the door.

Even if one could see mana, if the activation of magic itself occurred in an invisible place, the already activated magic could not be detected. It was one of the principles of magic often used when making traps.

Skyler looked at Propertius and Nisha, and it was the two of them who spoke first.

Propertius started.

"I looked into the eyes a little."

"...Coming here personally means you found something."

"Don't you think you're looking at me too negatively? We were colleagues, after all."

"That was just a business relationship. Anyway... to the point?"

"There was a record of the previous owner of the eye."

"The last time the body was split was 800 years ago, and we found the body on our expedition just over 200 years ago."

After carefully confirming once again that Selina could not hear this conversation, Skyler added.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"There's no way a record would remain."

"That's right. The colleague who chose the eye lost contact after only a few years, and reappeared after a whopping 196 years of no records."

"You know it well."

"But what if we found a record of someone who possessed the body before we found it?"

"...What?"

"What if we were all fooled by the innocent fool act?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Propertius took out a book from his bosom. It was a worn-out book that looked like it would crumble if you poked it. The cover was so tattered that it was unrecognizable, and most of the pages were rotted by moisture and mold.

Skyler frowned and glared at the book, and Propertius turned the cover and showed the contents.

The writing was so faint that it was hard to read, but it wasn't impossible to decipher.

It was a diary... with elegant handwriting and strong curves that showed at a glance that it was written by an intellectual.

The content of the diary was simple. It was all records of observing others.

However, the content of the record was shocking.

"...What is this."

It was an unbelievable story, starting with the ability to grasp one's own and others' conditions just by looking, and to briefly show various human characteristics in numerical values, and even to immediately recognize the blessings and curses contained in the body.

It even said that the overall sense of sight was enhanced to the point where one could see and avoid the attacks of platinum adventurers.

The ability known to enchant others is not true, it is closer to inducing the actions of others to bring out the possibilities one desires... neither magic nor divine power, but a miracle.

"I made a hypothesis, Skyler."

"...If this is true, it explains my actions?"

"You're not the type to be kind to others for no reason."

"......What is my image, exactly?"

"The hypothesis is that the Minstrel traveling with you now is pretending to be weak while searching for other body holders."

"She was quiet even when she saw you two. If this is true, we would have been dead already."

"No, listen carefully. I'm talking about 'all' other body holders. Peaceful people like us are hiding, and to find such recluses, there must be at least three... no, four. The attraction is too slow."

"In other words, she will remain quiet until he finds at least three body holders she can handle? That appearance is an act? But..."

"I know."

Cutting off Skyler's words, Propertius slowly moved his hand.

He put the diary back in his bosom and continued.

"So I'm going to try a test."