Both the facade and the interior look futuristic. The dashboard is made of titanium with a premium carbon finishing. Even the car's couch seat made Cron's neck ring comfortably. The black sedan loudly said 'I'm the number one and newest release!'
The car walked quietly past two intersections.
“How about you come back, huh?” a man in a glittering navy blue velvet suit glanced up. “The Protea Alliance is always open to you!”
The man called Helix then laughed loudly.
"Why do I have to go back to a house that doesn't accept me home?" Cron leaned on his left arm while facing the side window.
"Correct! What's more, a person who dips himself in the mud must be clean before going home, right? The problem is the boy doesn't want to be bathed! Nahahahahahahahaha!”
Cron said nothing and accepted the reproach. The man then turned the steering wheel sharply.
“Say, are you being a hypocrite now, Cron? You know, do not you? Protea forgives traitors but not the hypocrites?” The man's voice sounded soft, but…
It sounded like a harsh crunch that hurt Cron's ear.
Cron's arms began to show their muscles. He gripped his sword with an eagle grip.
"What do you mean, Helix?" Cron glanced up sharply. Cron's sclera and pupils, which were both white, appeared to have a blue flash. “You want to fight me now?”
Cron's powerful aura was as if a tornado had been thrust into the car. Helix immediately understood the situation. He took the cellphone on the dashboard and showed something to Cron.
A photo of Cron appears with some brief descriptions.
“Cron Belloc – Protea Secret Ace V - Active”
Cron began to calm down. His great aura was now instantly gone. Cron loosened his grip on his sword.
“People often improvise. They are created disgusting in public places. But officially, only the higher-ups dared to give orders. Including your dismissal." Helix put his phone back on the car dashboard.
“So in the end… they turned against me time to time in eternity?”
“Well… you got the right answer, but at the wrong time,”
The car began to slow down as it entered the reduced width of the public road.
“Helix, were you the one who planning the battle yesterday?” asked Cron cornering him.
“On that little alliance of yours? No, that can't be happening. What advantage do I get? Money? Don’t be kidding! Ha ha ha!"
“For example… satisfaction in crushing smaller ones?”
The car is now stopped. About 500 meters on the left, there is a big blue sign with the words 'CrescentMart' and small letters (by Moonshed Commodity)
"So you know about the battle?"
“Tell me, Cron, have you ever stepped on an ant? And how does it feel?” Helix looked at Cron in disgust. A downright condescending view.
#Hah… (sighed)
"You can at least leak about that?"
“Now, now, Protea surely does have a lot of arrogant people. The mighty alliance couldn't even crush the small alliances, for nothing special. Because they are arrogant and have their own ego. Including the people you're talking about. Hm… they messed up the Glimmerport Towncircle for a small profit? How barbaric!” he explained firmly.
"About the 'leak' that you mean," Helix fiddled with his finger on the word 'leak' with an immersive smile. “I know… clearly and their intentions… But…”
"You know information is a commodity, right?"
"How many?"
“You special customer! No money cash! In exchange, you do something for me! Ahahahahaha!”
Cron fell an absolute frustration. Cron couldn't take it anymore he rushed out of the luxury car.
“I know… you will definitely consider it, Cron! Wait tonight! Hahahaha!" said the man before stepping on the pedal gas of his car.
(Slick man….) thought Cron worriedly.
Cron immediately stepped away and forgot his worries.
Even if only for a moment.
***
Four clerks.
Two cashiers.
Friendly employees and very receptive to Cron visits. The convenience store wasn't that big, but someone who was smart and genius could make the most efficient use of this land and place.
“This way, please, Mr. Cron!”
A sales clerk who happened to be outside told Cron to enter. The young woman, short hair, glasses, and very ethical. Knowing that Cron was blind since three months shopping at this place, the woman often took Cron to help him through the bumpy steps near the entrance.
"N-no need, Miss Doril!" said Cron flattered, but he looked nervously in all directions. “Mrs. Elvenshield will scold you later,”
"I'm immune to her scolding," Miss Doril insisted and continued to help Cron like any other blind person. "Not only you, I also help some people who are not lucky,"
Cron set foot in the convenience store.
Just as the other three employees wanted to chat with Cron, the most unwanted person came. The man seemed to be in charge as a manager and was no stranger to Cron's eyes.
(Oh, there's Dina, my god…) thought Cron, putting on a weary face.
"Miss Doril, that’s enought, let the man walk alone," said a woman with the same grumpy face as last night, specifically to Cron.
The young woman was about to speak back, but Cron let go of Doril's hand lightly.
"Thank you, Miss Doril, I feel better already." Cron bent down, but was barely facing him. Doril once again wanted to protest, but seeing the look on Cron's face telling her to obey her superiors, Doril held back her intention.
Cron turned around “Am I allowed to shop here? “
But Dina ignored Cron and continued to work.
The three employees including Miss Doril started to talk a bit about Dina, but Cron…
“Please don't hate her for this…”
“B-but, sir? Seeing her scold you the other day made my blood boil!” said the crew cut hair, who was about to unload four boxes.
"I'm the problem, Mr. Mace.” Cron lightly held the man's shoulder. "Miss Doril and Miss Brita I also don't want you to lose your jobs just because of me," Cron smiled, which made the two young women who were keeping the cashier sad.
Then Cron, started picking up the grocery cart. Leaving the clerks and cashier employees with a melancholy impression.
There are about two blocks filled with soap, detergent, shampoo and similar needs. Two blocks containing spices and instant food, three blocks containing snacks, one block containing insect repellent sprays and the like, two blocks containing ready-to-drink external and general medicines, and finally one block containing basic commodities such as eggs, rice, oil , cereals and similar.
In addition to these blocks there are additional blocks that open which contain frozen food, fresh fish, limited fruit and vegetables, and milk and yogurt.
Cron goes to the block containing staples, located on the far left block after the entrance. Cron looked around with a relieved smile because the shop was very busy. He even embarrassed himself. Apparently, Cron calmed down a bit even Dina scolded him, there were always people protecting him.
Then, Cron stopped right in front of the block containing basic needs. He checked his notes again.
“All-right let’s do this…. Oil, flour, and-”
“As always you are always considerate even in this place?”
Dina was suddenly behind Cron.
“Di-na…?”
“Could you step aside? I don't want to come into contact with a traitor like you!?” Dina still put on the same hateful face as yesterday.
“O-oh… sorry….” Cron smiled wryly, scratched his head, and relievedly made her way. Although, the road was still wide and without Cron even giving she could pass in the remaining gap.
Dina apparently checked the needs block. She stopped and noted something on a shelf containing sacks of rice.
Cron was a little worried, but he didn't want to stare at Dina for too long. Dina's mouth was always quicker than Cron's good intentions.
Although only three items were written on Cron's groceries, several brands were written underneath.
#Hah… (sighed)
(Solana… do you your uncle?)
Cron quickly took several brands of cooking oil in a certain quantity according to the note's instructions. Luckily it was on the front shelf, so he didn't have to worry about disturbing Dina.
(Okay,pheeew! Done. Now…)
He headed for the rack containing flour. Once again Cron's expression showed great relief. It's just one shelf next to the cooking oil. While the rice rack is at the end.
Now Cron has completed two points, while the trolley that Cron was carrying was half full. Then he immediately checked the third item he wanted to buy.
(R-rice…? Geez… i-really-don’t-want-it!!)
Cron slowly pushed his trolley so that the woman would not be disturbed. Cron had enough of Dina's rotten ramblings. On the other hand Cron can't hate her for some reason.
By the time Cron's trolley stopped near Dina who was working, the woman had not turned around.
(That's good… she's working diligently!) Cron thought as he glanced at Dina. Dina looked sweaty and her breath a little bit messed up. Her face blushed slightly. He was relieved that his red face was only because Dina was frustrated with Cron. But Cron, would always worry if it was for something else.
"Where are you looking? Nasty!" said Dina who suddenly glanced sharply at Cron.
However, Cron didn't pay any attention to it, which made Dina even more irritated. Cron started to hear Dina's unfriendly muttering sound in his ear. Cron began to quickly take the rice according to the notes Solana had given him.
Cron's cart was now full, he repeated gratefully. Also gratitude because Dina reduced her jokes a little and back focused on work.
For a moment Cron backed up his cart…
#Brak, gdbruk, gdbruk!
Dina fainted, with two pieces of rice each falling on her feet and hands.
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