The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

43 Something that cannot be run from, cannot be disobeyed, that doesn't exist

Note from the translator:

I'm making a slight adjustment to how I'm translating this series.

Sometimes characters' internal monologue appears in the narrative text intermittently without any punctuation as indication. I didn't really understand what the author's trying to do with it or why it's separate from the internal monologue in these『』brackets, and they were very rare, short and often written somewhat-third-person-like without pronouns. I thought having the occasional short first-person sentence in the narrative would be awkward, so I just ended up rewriting them to third person. It didn't change the meaning or affect the story or reading experience significantly up until now.

But there is a LOT of internal monologue in the next couple of chapters. In these chapters, the method I've been using up until now would definitely drastically alter the reading experience. As such, I'm not using this method from now on. I will now italicize internal monologue that appears in the narrative, while removing the『』brackets for the internal monologue that is contained in these brackets. Keep in mind that these『』brackets are actually used for dialogue some characters such as Zran, Borkus, the Living Armor sisters and Darcia.

I decided on this after having finished this chapter and most of the next chapter so I needed to do a lot of rewriting. I hope you guys appreciate the change! Let me know what you think.

Yoshi

Tarea was walking back home from the bathhouse, wearing a fur coat to keep out the cold of the winter's night.

「Fuuh... It has become cold as of late, hasn't it.」(Tarea)

Despite being known as the capital of the sun, Talosheim's winter was colder than the Devil's Nest forest that she had lived in previously. It wasn't that Tarea had become weaker against cold temperatures over the past few years.

Nevertheless, as Tarea watched the Ghouls and Undead entertaining themselves and eating food, it occurred to her just how affluent Talosheim had become.

Many would object to Tarea's opinion. In fact, the Ghouls' lives might not seem affluent at a glance.

Very few of the clothes they wore were made of cloth; the majority of them were made from tanned leather and fur that had been stripped from monsters, making them look like a tribe of savages. Because the economic environment consisted of primitive bartering, there were no stores of any kind.

There were no resplendent theaters, bookstores selling tomes containing knowledge, restaurants offering delicious foods or anything of the sort.

But the various things that Vandalieu had created surpassed these.

Though board games were considered as entertainment for the wealthy in human cities, Vandalieu had created the simple yet interesting Reversi and distributed it freely.

He had created numerous seasonings that were even more valuable than the Reversi boards.

The walnut sauce and acorn cookies that he had been making since when he had lived in the Devil's Nest forest weren't anything unusual other than the fact that he was making them in a Devil's Nest.

However, the fish sauce and miso that he had created... no, invented after arriving in Talosheim, were astonishing. In addition, he had turned ginger that had only been used as medicine and an unknown plant called wasabi into additional seasonings.

He had created these and then distributed it in significant amounts. Those who wanted more could trade for them at the remains of the Adventurers' Guild.

Vandalieu himself wasn't aware of how astounding these feats were. Even Tarea wasn't confident that she understood just how incredible it was.

However, in human cities, adding seasoning to food had been a luxury that only the wealthy could afford.