"But I thought it was hard to reach."

The first officials who had been sent had had quite the terrible time trying to reach the city. However, "where there is a will, there is a way," and with the combined forces of unnamed people, the swamp area had been mapped out, though perhaps that was a bit of an overstatement. The map showed no details, only a path that led from the town to the outside. After the arrival of the first official, construction began to raise a bridge over the swamp, which is why people could come and go as they pleased without worrying about Labyn. This in turn led the people to raise walls around the borders of the town, to protect themselves from the occasional wild beasts and monsters who came down from the Great Mountains. In the end, the people had established one of the top three biggest cities in the Princ.i.p.ality of Buono.

"The reason for this ma.s.sive wall is that the town expanded enough to be a full-fledged city."

The people then named it "Nox," so that it could become a city that brings hopes to others.

"Of course, there might be more towns like yours that just aren't known to the public, but Nox is officially the closest city to the Great Mountains. It also has an active trading system since there are many merchants from both the princ.i.p.ality and neighboring countries. That's why it's no longer seen as the refugee town it once was."

Mosla helped Lucid inquire about the peasant town. Some of the food vendors seemed to remember the townspeople, but no one knew about their disappearance or whereabouts. Once the hunter brought the disappointed Lucid back to his house, he began to lay down some options for the future.

"For now, you should stay here. It's not easy for a child to live alone in the city, especially not with injuries like yours. So just rest here while you heal."

Lucid seemed confused by this proposition. "Why? Why… Why are you going so out of your way to help me?" He asked.

"… Even if this is no longer a refugee town, there are still a lot of people who run away and find shelter here. I'm also one of those people. I really can't go into detail, but I also ran away to this place."

"But… I didn't run away."

"Yes," Mosla answered, chuckling. "I believe you now. But that's not what matters. Anyway, I had a wife and a child, before coming here. He's around your age."

"Why aren't they here with you?"

"We ran into trouble on our way."

That was the last thing Mosla said. Though Lucid was young and still rather naïve, he knew what this meant. He chose to remain quiet, as he had no idea how to respond. Mosla simply sat there, holding on to his cup, looking neither sad nor agonized. He looked calm, which in many ways seemed worse.

The next morning, Mosla climbed up the mountain again to resume his work as a hunter, though he also gathered herbs and firewood. He had left Lucid at home to rest, but the child instead chose to use the time to ponder over magic. Now that he was able to recreate fire and praete (slipping magic), he looked for other forms of magic he could potentially work on.

Two months later, Lucid had recovered enough to accompany Mosla into the mountains. New flesh had grown over the wound at his shoulder, leaving a scar, and he had no issue moving the joint at all. His ribs had also healed enough, whether due to the healer's medicine or the natural course of time. Lucid had been the one to plead to Mosla to let him accompany the hunter in his endeavors. He simply wasn't comfortable with the current arrangements, staying home and not doing anything at all to help. Mosla had agreed on the spot, and though he was concerned about the boy's injuries, he was surprised to see that Lucid had no issue following along.

The hunter taught the young boy how to set traps for animals and distinguish the many herbs, and after two more months, Lucid felt comfortable enough in his knowledge to gather herbs while Mosla set traps around. And though Mosla had been surprised at the boy's ability to hike mountains, he had been most taken aback at the marketplace. They had gone to sell furs and herbs when Lucid began to adeptly sum the various costs. Children well versed in math were no longer a common sight. Everyone could do one-digit calculations, of course, but higher numbers required more complicated knowledge. Yet Lucid, barely ten years of age (at least going by his looks), even multiplied without the slightest hesitation.

"You gave us 24 Coopers for a bundle." Lucid had explained. "We have eight here, so you have to give us 192 Coopers total." The merchant had been nothing short of fascinated, asking all sorts of questions and delighting every time Lucid answered them correctly. "Goodness," the merchant said, "why don't you work for me instead? Doesn't that sound better than hiking up that mountain every day? I'll have to see how you do, of course, but with your calculating skills, I could definitely give you some extra money. How about it?"

Even Mosla thought this was a good offer. Regardless of how good he was at it, Lucid was still much too young to be working in the mountains, and it would be much better for him to work at the store, with the merchant. Lucid took some time to consider the merchant's words and Mosla's encouragement, but it wasn't a hard decision at all. Even Lucid agreed that doing calculations would be much more fun than going up the mountains. Moreover, he had a debt to Mosla that he had to repay.

"Don't work him too hard just because he's a child." Mosla said to the merchant. "I better not see you mistreat him in any way."

"Don't worry, I would never harm him. He's got talent, a rare talent. Besides, I have a child around his age, too. I'll take care of things here, so you go do your things. I'll even give you extra money whenever you sell us herbs."

Though Lucid was only a first grader, his math skills were closer to those of an uppercla.s.sman, and being told that he had talent for doing such basic mathematics made him both happy and somber at the same time. Happy, because his skills were being recognized, but somber at the reality of this world's standards of living, as well as the realization that this level of knowledge was so hard to come by here, even though he had achieved it so easily in the other world.

Lucid had been placed in charge of managing the supplies in a rather chilly storage room. It had been arranged by both the merchant and Mosla, as they thought that dealing with customers wasn't quite fitting for such a young child. Besides, keeping track of supplies was the best way to fully utilize the boy's skills with numbers, which rivaled those of trained and seasoned merchants. That was the merchant, Shapiro, thought was best.

End