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Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 15: Tasan of the Ring ①
The next day.
Maybe because I was so tired, I ended up sleeping until well past noon.
Since it wasn’t a “Witch’s Day,” I ate breakfast and headed straight for the room next door.
On the way, I glanced up at the tower. Looks like Mineha-san isn’t around either.
A square, white-and-purple lump.
Not only is it unbreakable, even Vanish doesn’t work on it.
And it’s heavy. So heavy, I can’t even lift it, let alone carry it.
I’m glad Juicy-san was there. Thank goodness for her gorilla strength.
Wait, no — is she a dog? Or a wolf?
Eh, close enough. Dog it is.
First, to confirm, I used Wheel of Fortune.
The lump gave off a faint purple glow. Yup, no doubt about it.
So there’s no mistake, but… what is this thing, really?
“I’ll report it to the witch tomorrow, but… huh? Looking at it up close, it’s filthy.”
Mold and other grime had built up all over the surface.
Yeah, first step: clean it.
I went to the next room and brought back some lye, soap, and purified water.
The purified water is a mix of potion, several herbs, and slime oil.
Slime oil is made by combining slime mucus with aromatic oils.
This slime oil, when diluted, is usually used in cosmetics.
But when mixed in its raw form with herbs and potions, it becomes purified water.
It’s designed to clean off dirt that normal methods can’t handle.
Since it was made by the witch herself, its effectiveness is off the charts.
I dipped a scrubbing brush in the lye and started scrubbing. Scrub, scrub, scrub.
“…Not coming off at all.”
Next up: soap. I worked up a lather and scrubbed. Scrub, scrub, scrub. Scrub, scrub, scrub. Scrub, scrub. Scrub.
Scrub.
“…Nothing’s changing.”
What is with this dirt? Alright, time for the big guns — the purified water!
I soaked the brush and scrubbed like mad. Scrub, scrub, scrub. Scrub, scrub, scrub.
Scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub…
“Haaah… haaah… haaah… Not even a millimeter came off.”
After all that scrubbing — not a single change?
Even the witch’s prized purified water couldn’t make a dent?
Sigh. I give up. This one’s impossible.
I put the brush down. Even Banish didn’t work on this thing.
There’s no helping it — I have no choice but to accept defeat.
“…But, if I remember right…”
A faint whisper from my past life stirred in the back of my mind.
Something about flexible, childlike thinking. Freely experimenting with what’s on hand.
I couldn’t recall the whole story, but that line stuck with me.
“Flexible, childlike thinking… huh.”
Suddenly inspired, I rushed back to my room and started gathering every condiment and liquid I could find.
I lined them all up on a wooden crate. Now, let the experiment begin.
I grinned, picking up a jar of honey and a bottle of tomato sauce.
“First, honey.”
I drizzled honey over the lump.
Hmm. All it did was make it sticky.
“Next, tomato sauce.”
No effect at all.
“Citrus tea.”
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Same result.
“Olive oil.”
Made it slippery.
Tried sunflower oil too.
Still slippery.
“Spices.”
Since it was powdery, it sort of rubbed in, but… no real change.
“Garum.”
The ultimate seasoning. Fish sauce — even stronger than soy sauce, and much fishier.
“Vinegar.”
Everything mixed together into a horrible stench!
“Ugh, it stinks — cough, cough — this is bad, total failure.”
I rushed to rinse it off with water. Lye. Lye. Soap. Purified water. More purified water. Potion!
“Phew… managed to fix it, somehow.”
Back to square one.
This thing was tough. Completely unyielding.
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But surely, something would work… somewhere…
Ah — there is something.
I still have my secret weapon.
I hurried back to my room and pulled out a jar from under the bed.
“So the time has finally come to use this.”
Honestly, sooner than I thought.
The jar itself wasn’t anything special — just a regular old jar, the kind you’d hold with both hands. It was sealed tight.
I’d picked it up on sale for about 500 auro. Originally, I’d bought it to make beer-pickled cucumbers.
Though I guess here, it’d be more like “ale-pickled.”
A nostalgic memory from my past life — when I said I liked them, my grandma from the countryside sent me a huge batch in plastic bags.
They ended up breaking in the fridge, which was a disaster, but I still ate them happily every day for almost a month.
But the real problem wasn’t the jar — it was what was inside.
I was starting to feel nervous.
Because what I was about to do was completely insane.
If Mineha-san ever found out, a simple beating wouldn’t even begin to cover the punishment.
After all, this was the “Elixir of life” that had saved Mineha and her mother.
Yes — inside the jar was Elixir.
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All the samples I’d used for testing were gathered in there.
A legendary miracle liquid. The ultimate treasure. The drinkable legendary.
There are countless people in the world who would pay any price for even a drop.
And just as many who would kill for it, no matter the means.
If a world war broke out over this, I wouldn’t be surprised.
And now, I was about to waste it.
I went back to the room with the lump and opened the jar.
When it comes to things like this, it’s all about momentum. Less thinking, more doing. Just go for it.
“God, forgive me. For I’m about to commit an act of pure evil.”
Right now, I’m about to do something that could get me murdered by half the people on the planet.
Inside the jar, the Elixir shimmered as it swayed gently.
And I poured it over the white-and-purple lump.
The sticky, faintly glowing liquid spilled generously across the surface, bursting as it hit, and the droplets scattered in rainbow colors.
The spilled liquid even purified the floor, making it shine like new. Amazing.
The lump, now drenched in Elixir, had all its mold and grime completely wiped away.
“Whoa…”
It didn’t just drip off — the Elixir had purified it, so there wasn’t even any cleanup to do.
Even so, the sight left me speechless.
Once clean, I noticed something strange.
The white-and-purple marbled lump had turned pure white.
The purple part had gathered in one spot, forming an almond-shaped gem. It looked like a jewel.
“So this is what it was supposed to look like?”
If that’s the case, the difference was night and day.
Its sharp edges were gone, and it had become slightly rounded.
At this point, it was practically a completely different object.
“Phew, I really did it, huh.”
I’d gone and poured the entire contents of the Elixir jar all over it.
I bet I’m the only person in the whole world who’s done something this ridiculous.
“…Guess I’ll clean up.”
Maybe it was the scale of what I’d just done, but my mood sank strangely calm.
I tidied up the seasonings and decided to call it a day.
Tomorrow, I’ll go tell the witch about all this.
“Now then, what to do next.”
Ah, right. I had the stuff I picked up yesterday.
They were all rare finds — I should take them to sell.
So I got myself ready and headed for Alifa’s shop.
It had been a while since I’d been there.
“Hello.”
“Oh, welcome, Wof. Long time no see.”
She had red hair, orange eyes, and black horns — a strikingly beautiful woman.
She was Agaro’s older sister, and a certified Rank III explorer herself.
Alifa put down the box she’d been holding.
As usual, she wore a shoulder-baring, low-cut top and tattered, ripped pants.
“The dump reopened, so I came by to sell some stuff right away.”
“That’s Wof for you. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
We moved to the counter. I pulled out the rare items I’d picked up from my pouch and laid them out:
A small bronze bell.
An old red-copper key.
A wooden amulet tag with a hole in it.
A small round mirror.
A red and blue hair ornament.
A weird little clay-doll-like amulet.
Alifa picked them up one by one and appraised them.
“So, how are they?”
“All of them are pretty rare. Where exactly did you find these in the dump?”
“Ahaha, just in a little deeper spot.”
“I heard the place got all torn up from that incident.”
“Yeah, it’s completely different from before.”
“Be careful, you never know what’s lurking around there. People call it a dump, but the stuff in there is more like junkyard treasure.”
Alifa stepped away from the counter, turned her back to me, and crouched down, rummaging around. She was getting the payment ready.
“……”
From behind the counter, I could see her big, perfectly round backside, like a ripe watermelon.
And since she worked out, it was obvious even through her pants.
It felt rude to stare, so I quietly averted my eyes.
“That’ll be 116,000 Oros for the lot.”
“That much!?”
“That small bronze bell is a Legacy Item. No matter how deep the sleep, ringing it will wake the sleeper — but it only works three times. Worth 20,000 Oros. The old red-copper key is a Legacy too. It’s a troublesome one though — it can open any door’s lock, but only once.”
“…That sounds like something people could use for crimes.”
“10,000 Oros.”
“…Alifa, you’re actually going to sell that?”
She laughed at the question.
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“Nope. I’ll turn it over to the guild. Legacy items that could be used for crime get bought up by them for safety. The buyback rate is 20,000 Oros, so I’m offering you half.”
“I see… Got it.”
Ahh… thank goodness.
I trusted Alifa, but hearing that still made my heart skip.
“The wooden amulet tag — this one’s pretty unusual. It’s a charm used by a tribe in a hidden region on the neighboring continent, meant to ward off misfortune. That one’s 600 Oros.
The small round mirror — a fine art piece. 60,000 Oros.
The red and blue hair ornament — also rare, 20,000 Oros.
And lastly, this weird little doll-like amulet… zero Oros.”
It was a ceramic figure that looked like a miniature earthen idol.
“Zero? You mean it’s worthless?”
“I couldn’t appraise it — sometimes that happens. I’ll tap into some contacts and see what I can find out. That okay?”
“Yes, please.”
“Once I know its true value, I’ll pass on the amount minus brokerage and referral fees.”
She then laid out the payment:
1 copper coin, 1 low-grade silver coin, 10 silver coins, 4 low-grade gold coins, 2 gold coins, and 1 Sovereign coin.
Let me see, the currency breakdown is:
Low-grade copper = 1 Oro (¥1)
Small copper = 50 Oros (¥50)
Copper = 100 Oros (¥100)
Low-grade silver = 500 Oros (¥500)
Silver = 1000 Oros (¥1000)
Low-grade gold = 5000 Oros (¥5000)
Gold = 10,000 Oros (¥10,000)
Sovereign = 50,000 Oros (¥50,000)
Royal = 100,000 Oros (¥100,000)
So the coins matched the total: 116,000 Oros.
“Thanks… Hey, Alifa.”
“Yeah?”
“Could I get about three knives for around 50,000?”
“Huh, three knives for 50,000? You’ve got the one Agaro gave you, don’t you?”
“I want a spare set for everyday use, just in case.”
“A spare set, huh.”
You never know when a knife might snap. Always better to have backups.
Alifa scratched her head and said, “Hold on a sec,” disappearing into the back.
I set aside 50,000 Oros and put the rest into my cloth pouch, which I used as a wallet.
After a little while, Alifa came back, placing three knives on the counter:
One was a simple, classic-shaped knife.
Another had a single-edged, oddly curved blade pointing upward.
And the last had a long handle and a straight, slender blade.
“Each one is unique, huh. What’s the story with these three knives?”
“My foolish little brother swiped them a few years ago when he wiped out a bandit gang. Apparently, they were the beloved weapons of the bandit leader. I bought them off him for 50,000, and then just shoved them away and forgot all about them.”
“50,000, huh?”
There’s no way that’s just a coincidence. What’s her angle?
Then Alifa smiled.
“Wof, how about buying them for 50,000?”
“But wouldn’t you be losing money?”
“A kid like you shouldn’t worry about things like that. So, what’ll it be?”
“…Can I check them one by one first?”
“Go right ahead.”
I picked each one up, drew the blade, and inspected them.
The shape of the blade, the quality of the steel, the temper pattern, the grip feel, the weight, the balance when swung — none of them were bad.
Yeah, not bad at all. Alright, I’ve decided.
“I’ll take them.”
“Thanks for your business.”
And so, thanks to her generosity, I got my hands on three new knives.
Feeling upbeat, I left Alifa’s shop. Time to head home.
Actually, I should swing by the butcher and grab some mixed cuts and maybe a bit of nicer meat too.
Just as I was thinking that—
“Hold it. Found you — Wof, right?”
A voice called out to me. Sounded like a boy. It felt familiar, but at the same time, not.
When I turned around, there stood a blond-haired boy in something like a military uniform.
He had horns on his head — a Faun, huh?
He glared at me with a sharp, unpleasant look. Seemed like a real piece of work.
And next to him… was a drunk-looking man.
Hunched back, messy hair, unshaven stubble — total scruffy old man face.
He was holding a silver hip flask and had this vibe like he’d completely given up on life.
He also had round animal-like ears and a distinct tail.
A squirrel? Maybe?
“…Who the heck are you?”
I didn’t know either of them. Not one bit.