Chapter 33
The sentence, "Luama is magical tourist city," which I had written without much thought in my original story concept, seemed to have subtly woven itself into the fabric of this world, causing this type of vibrant, bustling, and treasure-filled plot to unfold. It was a fascinating glimpse into the power of even simple words in shaping narrative.
I continued walking and before I noticed it, I was at the entrance to Luama Island. There were many people already waiting nearby. I would have to go to East Denbeyan if I wanted to hunt in a quiet place, but that place was far too dangerous for the current me.
"E-Excuse me, miss? Can I borrow a short amount of your time?" Just when I was about to step through the entrance to the island, someone behind me initiated a conversation, their voice hesitant and slightly nervous.
I stopped and looked behind me. It was a tall, average-looking man with slouched shoulders and circular glasses perched on his nose, giving him a somewhat scholarly appearance. He was likely an agent, a middleman for everyone coming here to hunt.
"Yes?" I said, my voice neutral, waiting to hear his purpose.
"Are you perhaps here to hunt monsters?" he asked, his gaze earnest behind his glasses.
"How about you? Are you an agent?" I countered, cutting to the chase. It was the most logical reason for him to approach someone at the island entrance.
"Ah, I forgot, here’s my business card," he said, fumbling slightly in his pocket before producing a small card.
I took the business card for now. I didn’t know who he was, but an agent was necessary to sell the monsters’ bodies that you hunted. They facilitated the transactions, connecting hunters with buyers who needed the various parts for crafting, potions, or other purposes. It was a crucial part of the economy here.
But when I looked at the name and the company logo written on the business card, my eyes widened in genuine surprise.
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