A Random in Re:Zero

Loop 3 - Part 10

"Do you think the cult will launch another attack soon?"

Rem asked a rather pertinent question as we hurried forward. I thanked Tappei for the 'wind repulsion' blessing he gave the earth dragons, which extended to the vehicle they were pulling.

"Probably."

"Where and when do you think they would do it?"

"I'm not sure. Ah, but you don't have to worry about that. As long as Emilia is under Roswaal's protection, they can't touch her."

Despite my words, Rem remained thoughtful.

"What about you? You said you have unfinished business in the capital, so you won't be with Master Roswaal all the time. If the cult sends another assassin to kill you—"

"Rem, relax. They won't do anything in the royal capital; it would be too risky. Besides, I can handle anything that comes from them, as long as it is not an Archbishop."

Saying I could beat any cultist below an Archbishop was a bit of an exaggeration (if we do not take into account the RBD factor), but I needed to stop Rem from being paranoid.

The journey continued for several more hours until we finally arrived at the city.

I broke away from the group so I could move around freely and headed to Market Street, or whatever the damn street where the fruit vendor's stand is located is called.

It didn't take me long to find it.

"Hey, old man! Do you remember me?"

"No."

***

After a somewhat awkward conversation with Kadomon (I finally learned his name), I got a bag full of apples. I still had plenty of time to spare, so I took the liberty of heading to a weapons store to get properly equipped.

Since I had no idea where to look, I asked a shopkeeper for directions. I didn't expect such a cryptic answer as the one he gave me.

"There's only one weapons shop on this street, and its owner is undoubtedly the best specialist you'll find in all of Lugunica. However, I don't think you'll be able to get anything from him."

"Why? Does he have exorbitant prices or only accept certain types of customers?"

"Nothing like that. He doesn't care about money or status."

"What is it then?"

The merchant couldn't give me the details at that time because a customer arrived and demanded his attention.

"The store is that way, on this side of the street; you'll easily recognize it when you see it."

I was forced to walk around for a while, carefully examining the shops until I spotted what appeared to be the weapons store. There was a shield with two crossed swords hanging on the wall, serving as a logo. Of course, neither the shield nor the swords were real: it was a carved wooden object.

The entrance was open to anyone, so I walked right in. The inside of the store was a small room filled with empty shelves and hooks with nothing hanging on them.

I had the impression I had entered the wrong place, but as much as I wished that, I knew this was the store I had been told about.

"This looks so depressing. Reminds me of my life."

Behind a counter stood a shabby-looking man who blended perfectly with the aura of the shop: he was undoubtedly the owner.

He pointed a dismissive finger at me and pointed to the entrance I had walked through seconds before.