The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

92 – Four Pretty Ladies and One Young Master.

Franz definitely intended to leisurely explore the village.

Eating food sold at stalls, looking at interesting items.

Just like others do when they travel, that’s all he hoped for.

But being ordinary was surprisingly difficult.

“Master of the Tower, how about this? Wouldn’t it look pretty if we decorated the tower master’s room with it?”

Arian asked, holding a strangely shaped ornament.

But it didn’t quite appeal to Franz.

He appreciated the effort, but the ornament’s shape was too bizarre.

He wondered if it was a deity worshipped in the north.

Next to Arian, there was another person holding a similarly strange ornament.

“If you’re going to decorate, isn’t this one better?”

Eustia said, as if competing with Arian.

But it didn’t appeal to Franz either.

This one was also bizarrely shaped.

Everyone has different aesthetic senses, so he couldn’t say much, but he didn’t want it in the tower master’s room.

The problem was that both thought their ornament was the best.

Arian retorted to Eustia’s words.

“Hmph, you lack aesthetic sense.”

“What? Arian, are you in a position to say that? What is that? Judging by its twisted shape, if I were to name it, it would be something like ‘The Twisted Beast of the Underworld.'”

“Huh? So, the one you chose is the Twisted Ancient Tree of the Underworld?!”

The twisted demonic beast and ancient tree of the underworld…

If nothing else, they certainly named the piece well.

But why they were criticizing each other’s choices when they picked similar things was beyond understanding.

As the bickering and criticism over the ornaments continued for a while, Arian and Justia’s gazes suddenly turned to Franz.

“Then let’s ask the Tower Master.”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

Suddenly?

…Well, it was inevitable from the moment they brought the ornaments to him.

Sigh.

Franz let out a short sigh and gave them his answer.

“Neither of them is to my liking. Stop fighting.”

He appreciated that they had put thought into choosing the ornaments for him.

He couldn’t deny their intentions.

But that was it.

Rather than accepting gifts he didn’t like and stashing them away in a corner, it was better to be honest.

“Ha, well, the Tower Master isn’t one to like such things.”

“Y-yes, Franz isn’t into these kinds of ornaments.”

Were they hurt by the rejection?

The two showed signs of embarrassment and turned away.

He felt a bit sorry for them, but it couldn’t be helped.

If he had said he liked them, they would have surely bought them.

As Franz thought this, watching the two women walk away, Yuna approached with a puzzled look.

“What? Why do they look so down?”

“They brought strange ornaments and asked which one was better.”

“So? What did you say?”

“I said neither was good.”

“I-I see?”

Yuna said that and swiftly hid her hand behind her back.

Moreover, her expression was full of embarrassment, so it seemed like something was going on.

“Then, I’ll take a look around a bit more. There are many interesting things.”

But before Franz could ask anything, Yuna hurriedly left the place.

Franz, who was staring blankly at her as she walked away, suddenly saw the small ornament she was holding.

It was a wooden ornament of a woman holding a sword.

And that ornament resembled Yuna from the hero party days a lot. It was as if it was made while thinking of Yuna.

Perhaps Yuna wanted to show him an ornament that looked like her?

If so, he might feel a bit sorry. Because he had unintentionally hurt her feelings with the matter of Justia and Arian.

But it was too ridiculous to ask to see it now, so Franz just silently chewed over his regret.

‘That would have been fine to put in the room.’

Hero, magician, archer, saint.

Wouldn’t it be quite plausible to line up the four ornaments in the room?

Although there weren’t any particular memories of the hero party, it would still be something worth commemorating.

He would have to find a craftsman and place an order later.

Whether Franz thought so or not, Hera was just engrossed in looking at the collar.

“Hmm, this one is a bit prettier. Franz, what do you think?”

Franz, looking at the collar she held out, nodded appropriately.

“Yes, it’s good.”

“As expected, you think so too. It was worth coming all the way to the north.”

To think she would have such thoughts about a collar.

‘Hmm, that could be.’

Franz stopped thinking.

It was better to just accept things he couldn’t understand.

After spending some time in the shop, Franz’s party left without any particular gains.

Hera was the only one who bought a collar, but that couldn’t be considered a gain no matter how he thought about it.

It was when they were leisurely walking down the street, having a conversation.

“Hey? Doesn’t it smell delicious?”

Suddenly, Yuna sniffed the air and then spoke with sparkling eyes.

It seemed like the hero’s amazing sense of smell had caught something.

“Then let’s go.”

Franz wasn’t particularly hungry, but he was intrigued.

When it comes to tourism, visiting the local eateries can be one of the pleasures.

Of course, the northern dishes served at the mansion were all delicious, but that was a different story.

“Let’s go!”

Energized by Franz’s words, Yuna began to lead the way towards the source of the smell.

She loved food, so her steps seemed more excited than ever.

However, there was one problem: Yuna didn’t know the exact source of the smell.

It wasn’t like the 21st century where you could turn on a map app; they were relying solely on their sense of smell, so it was only natural.

“Um, are you sure this is the right way…?”

As Yuna entered a narrow alley, Arian voiced his doubts anxiously.

Franz understood his feelings.

It was something that often happened during their hero party days.

But,

“Probably. She may look like that, but she’s good at finding her way.”

Yuna had never been wrong, not even once.

Even though they wandered around, they always reached their destination.

Finding the way by smell alone could be seen as dog-like.

And indeed, that trust was not betrayed.

As soon as they exited the alley, a delicious smell began to waft, and Yuna pointed somewhere with her finger.

“Here it is!”

Following her gaze, there was a street vendor.

It felt like a place that would sell fish-shaped pastries if compared to the 21st century.

“Did you really follow the smell all the way from there…?”

When the street vendor appeared, Arian asked in astonishment.

It seemed he had been doubting Yuna’s ability.

Well, it was a natural reaction since they had walked quite a distance.

In fact, Franz was also quite surprised at first.

Usually, when you think of a hero, you just think of someone strong, not someone with a keen sense of smell.

But after experiencing it several times, he had gotten used to it, and now he was rather indifferent.

Of course, it’s still amazing nonetheless.

Soon, Franz followed Yuna to the street vendor.

Peeking inside, it seemed like they were selling skewered meat grilled like chicken skewers.

“Oh my, we have some esteemed guests. How would you like it?”

“Five, please.”

As Franz placed the order, the vendor immediately started cooking.

Whether this could be considered cooking, he wasn’t sure, but anyway, it was.

In the midst of it, the vendor, busy with his hands, suddenly spoke.

“Young master, you must be lucky. You have four pretty ladies with you.”

“Haha, right.”

Franz, not used to such conversations, just answered appropriately.

But having heard the question, he couldn’t help but think about it once.

‘I don’t really have any particular thoughts.’

He knew they were pretty. To the point where there was nothing to criticize about their looks.

But if asked whether he liked it, not particularly.

It’s not like he benefited from their beauty.

However, the four women, unaware of Franz’s true feelings, gave meaning to his casual answer.

What could it mean to say it’s good because they’re pretty?

Isn’t it the same as complimenting them for being pretty?

With the vendor’s support, the four women blushed simultaneously.

“Here it is.”

“Thank you.”

Franz paid and received the five skewers.

As he tried to hand them out to everyone, their reactions were subtly strange.

‘What’s wrong with them…?’

Franz was just confused by the situation.