An Old Country Bumpkin Eats a Meal

“Could we sit down first, at least?”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

Surena stared at me with undisguised bewilderment, but I couldn't blame her. It must have been quite a sight: an old country bumpkin fresh from the sticks, in full wide-eyed-tourist mode, suddenly showing up with a child in tow.

But we'd come here first and foremost to eat. Talking was, so to speak, an afterthought. So for now, I decided we'd sit down first.

“Hmm, where should I start...?”

“I can tell there's something complicated going on, but...”

Once Myui and I had taken our seats, my right hand naturally went to my chin.

Even if she didn't know the details, Surena seemed to have sensed that there was some serious, unavoidable situation, and I was grateful for that. I wondered if being a first-rate adventurer meant being sensitive to that sort of thing.

Still, we'd be sharing a table for a while, so I should at least make a simple introduction.

“Well, to start with, this is Myui.”...