Aksaberyl
Red Pole Shop

..."Open your eyes and ears, not everything you see and hear is the truth. So please don't be fooled, son."...

...~ Genio Midas Agave ~...

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This morning the air outside was so cold unlike yesterday. I wore a warm robe that Wasa gave me when I came to the Laister Festival a few days ago, thank goodness I washed it before I left. The smell of blood that was stuck at that time really bothers me when I am sick.

I got out of this old house and walked towards my destination. The sun has not appeared and it is still dark outside, maybe now around 4 or 5 am.

This time I went out without Wasa, since returning from seeing dusk in the Ace Forest cave I did not talk about the terms of the owner of the red-masted shop in the Information Market.

I still doubt, I did open a little room to believe in him but if I remember what he said in the market it was dangerous and might threaten my life, I resigned my intention and chose not to say it.

I have a reason, I don't have enough money to meet my needs here. There's no way I'm borrowing the money or he's giving me the money for free, I just don't want her to be like that.

Then I still need information, a clue that will answer all the questions in my head one of why can I be in this past with 2 separate bodies in the time dimension.

And surely he will forbid me to go there, sorry Wasa.

I hope Wasa doesn't come to my old house to bring me food like she did when I was sick, hopefully.

I still remember the path I took with Wasa even though at that time she carried it at high speed and I closed my eyes because I was afraid but miraculously I could remember the direction of the road.

I went to the information market on foot, right Wasa said with a horse 2 times faster than walking. But it's a pity that I've never rode a horse, neither a memory in my future nor in my past.

I think my memories overlap until they mix and confuse me.

After some time walking I came to the white stone and fog that indicated in front of me there was an information market, I arrived just as the sun began to rise.

There were no signs of human movement in this market, all the empty places even the red-masted shops were also empty. Maybe I came once, I sat in front of the red-masted shop and until when I had to wait.

I got bored after a while of just sitting still, my eyes also started to get sleepy with this cold air. I moved from a sitting position to a standing position and stretched my body, feeling that my body was a little fresher than before.

I was looking for a comfortable position to sit near the Cape Tree next to this red-masted tavern. Bored of me who has not disappeared I took a branch of a tree that fell and doodled it on the ground like on paper.

I who was busy relieving the boredom suddenly turned to the direction of the voice that cleared not far from me.

"Hallo.." said he walked up to me.

I stood watching this man from top to bottom he was wearing a robe that almost covered half his face, who was he?

"Not answered?" she tilted her head and looked at me with a strange smile.

I took a few steps back as he tried to advance to approach me, alert. He is not a dangerous man!

"Why retreat so?" continue and walk near me.

"Stop!! Don't come any closer." I said firmly, where in this market is still quiet how can I escape from here.

"Well, I won't come any closer but who are you? Why are you stalking this shop?" ask her.

"It's none of your business" I sniffed.

What would he ask like that? And who the hell is he anyway?

I walk home past her, rather than like this I prefer to just go home and next time come here. I better not come at a time like this, maybe at noon just to be safe.

But only 5 langah I walked he pulled my hand strong and I reflexively screamed because of the pain I felt.

"What the hell, let go!! I told you it's none of your business!" I'm annoyed, this guy just haphazardly pulled my hand.

"Son, you must be a spy. Come with me!" he said, pulling my hand and forcing it to follow him into this red-masted tavern.

"Let go." My neck is as strong as possible but his strength is stronger than mine.

Had it not been for recovering from illness I would have slammed this guy like a knight back then.

"Grandfather!! There's a spy." he shouted.

Wait, he said grandpa was going? Is the owner of this tavern his grandfather?

The sound of a door being smashed was heard not far from where I was standing with the person calling me a spy, a running footprint also getting closer and closer. Until someone called grandfather came out with a sword in his right hand.

"This is her spy?" said the owner of this tavern and pointed his sword at me.

Suddenly I regretted, I should have told Wasa and gone here with her. If it's like this my life can be lost in seconds.

"Yes grandfather, this guy I noticed earlier was stalking grandfather's shop." he accused me.

"What do you want?! " the stern and heavy voice of the owner of this tavern gave me goosebumps without lowering his sword from before me.

I took down the hood from my head and showed my face to the owner of this shop. God, may the owner of this shop remember my face.

The owner of this tavern watched me for a moment, his face looked surprised and the sword was lowered from before me.

"Well I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you right away. Son, please take your hands off her." said the tavern owner to someone else beside me.

"Loh grandpa? Is he not a spy? If I let go later he ran away." said the person beside me this does not accept.

"Grandfather guarantees that he is not a spy so it is not dangerous" said the owner of this store firmly.

Because there was no other choice, this person beside me let go of my hand by force. Well, the clutches of his hands make my hands hurt.

"Please explain to me why he's not a dangerous man, Grandpa?" said the person beside me.

"Let's go explain, well you sit here first, son." The owner of this shop let me sit on an empty chair not far from him.

I refused his hospitality to me, not because I was disrespectful but I just didn't want to linger here let alone look suspiciously at the person who called me a spy earlier, I'm really upset about being accused like that.

"Regarding the terms that you told me a while ago, can I give you one condition as well?" I said, I have to make a first agreement with her and then I want to work here.

The owner of this shop did not immediately answer my request, he thought for a while before saying his answer.

"I really do mind." she replied.

If I were in his position, I would say so. But whatever condition I'm going to say is important to me going forward.

"But because I'm generous so I'll listen to what you want" she said and went to sit in the chair she was welcome to me.

Should I follow her ?

"Sit down, my grandfather told you to sit down too" said the person beside me and sat down next to the owner of this tavern.

For good manners, I sat in front of the two of them. As my grandmother said, if the parents are already sitting then come sit down.

"I'll go straight to the core, I want a life protection while I work here. I asked for this because I knew it wasn't a safe place, a lot of information-seekers would do anything. So I want you to be in charge of me when I'm in danger." I'm honest.

I'm saying this because my life is one and I don't have a backlog to ask for help in this information market if a danger befalls me.

"Alright, I accept your terms, son. Now you've officially become a waitress in this tavern and work today." she replied.

Not five seconds after I said I wanted him to answer.

Didn't the owner of this shop consider my words just yet? If I were him I would consider him first.

"Why don't you .." My speech was cut off by the owner of this shop.

"considered it? You met the right people in this market and I don't mind your terms." she said.

The owner of this shop is serious, right? Can I trust her? But he just said that he was the right person.

"Is there any more?" he continued, he looked at me kindly.

I was a little awkward when she looked at me like that, after thinking over and over I decided to give the owner of this tavern a little room to trust in her.

"When do I work here?" ask me.

Is the owner of this store serious? Where does anyone work like that? I used to have to work every day, even on holidays I still work.

"Grandfather, why did grandfather say that? Grandfather would lose if he hired someone else like that." refuted the man who had accused me of spying.

I nodded in agreement with his remark, he would lose if he hired me as he said earlier.

"Son, grandfather has nothing to lose if he hires him like that. She's a woman just like you, while the grandfather's a man who owns a tavern and closes it after sunset. Wouldn't he lose if Grandpa told him to come home after the tavern closed? It's dangerous here but it's even more dangerous if he comes home when it's dark from this market. Grandpa had promised him that grandfather would be responsible for his life. So what grandfather said was already considered." replied the owner of this shop.

Hearing his words instantly made me stunned, at a glance I saw the owner of this tavern like my grandmother. Why did my tears fall.

"Eh, how are you crying?" surprised the owner of this shop to me.

I turned my face away from them, then brushed away my tears. Aah could her tears fall in a situation like this.

"Are you okay?" said the man who accused me of spying.

"Yes I'm fine." I replied briefly.

Even though I answered like that, the owner of this shop looked at me without saying anything. For a moment the situation became quiet here, I had no intention to melt the atmosphere until the sound of deheman greeted my sense of hearing.

"Before you start work, you should know the person next to me." he told me, the owner of this shop pointed to the man who thought I was a spy.

I was wondering who this guy was.

"He is my grandson, Olaya El Agave and I am Genio Midas Agave. You can just call me grandpa." she introduced herself and her grandkids.

If I remember, I've never met them both. But grandma once said that I should not be close carelessly with other people, but with both of them it does not matter, Grandma?

"I'm Beryl Ara Lavel." I replied briefly.

"Lavels.... Nice name, son. But I'll give you one piece of advice." she told me.

"Saran?" ask me.

"Don't use your last name here and don't carelessly tell others your full name. Understood?" his words are firm.

"I'll be out for a while, Olaya please show her what to do." the owner told her granddaughter Olaya.

"Yes grandfather." replied Olaya.

"Let's follow me." Olaya told me.

I followed her from behind.

Olaya turns out to be the granddaughter of the owner of this store, the beach from earlier she called the owner of this store grandfather. Olaya opened the cloak she was wearing earlier and hung it on a nail located beside the kitchen door.

I noticed her, she had a height that was parallel to mine, her hair was jet black as it was in the style of Wavy Layered Hair, her oval face with slim body makes her look beautiful by wearing any clothes, for sure.

If Wasa sees her must also immediately like me but unfortunately Wasa already has people who like her.

"Why did you notice me that?" her question came closer to me.

"No, I didn't notice you" I lied.

"Haaahhh .." His breath was heard.

"Call me Olaya, don't be formal like that" he said.

Olaya walked past me and told me what I would do here. I listened carefully to his explanation because I will work hard for the money and information here.

"Is there something you want to ask, right?" ask him to me.

I'm flashing the sign that I don't have anything to ask you, I already understand what I'm going to do here. But I'm curious about this one thing.

"Do you work here?" ask me.

Yeah, well, this got me curious, he told me what I should do and I think he works the same thing as me. Then I have a co-worker who will help me get ahead of him.

"No, I don't work here" she replied.

I was a little disappointed, but my thinking was wrong.

"Well, I think you work here" I said awkwardly.

"I work at the palace." he continued.

Hearing the word palace I gasped a little.

"Stana? What do you work like there?" I said curious.

"I'm a palace library assistant, now I have 2 years of working there" he replied.

I who had earlier walked a little far from her was immediately moved beside her, I wanted to know more about the palace. Is it the same as what I saw at the time at the tourist spot?

Olaya let out a slightly surprised reaction as I was suddenly closer to her side but 2 seconds later her shocked face turned warm as she was talking to her grandfather.

"How can you work in the palace library?" I said enthusiastically.

"I was able to work there because of the recommendation from my teacher at the academy. And at that time the palace was in need so they recruited me." he replied.

The academy? Like school in my future?

"What's the academy like?" ask me.

"You don't know the academy?" Olaya scrunched her forehead and looked at me confused.

"I lost my memory so I don't know." I answered honestly.

"Can we do it?" her words are confused.

"The academy here is two, one noble academy one more commoner academy. The academy is a place to study and after graduation the students can immediately work." he replied.

It turns out that the academy here with my school in the future is the same yes only the name is different.

"Well, you must have performed well in the academy so recommended your teacher to the palace" I said.

"Yes like that" she answered briefly.

"On the palace earlier can you not tell me what it was like there?" ask me.

"The palace is big and very luxurious, in the palace library alone examples there are many old books that if sold the price can be hundreds of gold coins and then there are relics of the past in the palace library, the palace library, just to build a room requires a lot of gold coins. If for other places in the palace I can't explain more, because it can't be careless people enter every side of the palace. The escort and supervision there is very strict, it needs an official license from the palace to enter the palace." he said.

I understand what Olaya said, of course people like me can't enter if there's no court license like the Presidential Palace in my future. Moreover, the equivalent of eating the palace here with the palace in tourist attractions at that time must be far different.

"It's lucky that you can work there." I said a little envious of him.

"Yes, there's a profit there's a loss to her as well hahaha" her laughter broke out in the air.

"What's the profit?" ask me.

"It is fortunate to be able to enter the palace with a library worker card, receive a fairly large salary, provided a temporary house and can meet the King when going to the palace library" he said.

"If it's a loss?" ask me again.

"The loss I can't just go home to grandfather's house, there is a rule and a date for the holiday" he continued.

"So now you're on holiday? How many days?"

If what I hear Olaya is not much different from me who in the future is about work.

"I'm off, just today. Tomorrow we go in again." she replied.

It's true, I'm in the future with Olaya who now has no difference. Why I'm a little lucky here about his old job.

Without Olaya and I realizing there was someone standing at the entrance.

"Have you guys opened?"

A grown man's voice greeted my sense of hearing, I want Olya to turn to the origin of the sound.

A black-robed man was staring at the two of us but if I noticed the direction of his gaze, wouldn't it be now the direction of his gaze on me?

My net and that guy's locked up and I feel dejavu.