Fente was a traveling merchant who traveled all over the world, and was the only son in the family of a Witcher.
By definition, he did not believe in the teachings of the Church, nor in other gods and goddesses.
However, when it came to superstition or faith, Fente was more devout than even the most devout paladin.
After all, it wasn't uncommon for the prices of expensive goods to plummet when he crossed the hills and reached the city.
After tossing and turning like that several times, it's not surprising that he became superstitious or obsessed with faith.
Therefore, Fente did not care in the slightest about the harvest rituals of the inhabitants of this nearby village, neither rare nor too far away.
"It doesn't matter."
Fente sighed and got back into the carriage, heading to the lord's residence, it's better to inform the lord if he is going to leave the country next time, so he can save four silver coins without paying the city tax and walking two more steps, such a good deed must be done.
The townspeople on the road greeted Fente kindly, hoping that next time he would bring something necessary.
It was only in a small, isolated area like this that a traveling merchant like Fente was so respected and appreciated.
As soon as he sails to Kalafrog, four hundred kilometers away, Fente will be nothing more than a village merchant with documents, nothing at all, no, they will look down on him.
If the apples stacked in the hopper are not quickly sold for cash, it will be too late to pay for loans for goods collected elsewhere, and if the apples rot, this will lead to a break in the financial chain of Fente.
He might have had to shout "Mom, save me," and his cheap mom would have come down from heaven to save him from creditors.
That's just the consequence of this will be that she will have to remain a lady witch forever and never return to male form.
The festival lasted for three days, and after it began, all the villages in the territory expelled outsiders.
And although there were still goods left to sell, Fente couldn't wait for the festival to end.
After briefly telling the events of the morning to the lord, who was busy preparing for the holiday, he waved off the lord's invitation to stay the night, left Losek, located in the north-west of the Southern Kingdom, and headed back to Karaflug, the capital of the Southern Kingdom.
"The roads have become uneven lately, travelers are constantly disappearing, so be careful, Fente!".
Fente nodded goodbye and left without looking back.
The warmth of the residents of the territory and the care of the overlord gradually cooled down, and the thought of having to enter the city of leeches who only care about profit made Fente feel lonely when he sat alone in the carriage.
When he set out alone again, he saw groups of peasants returning to their fields with hoes, and young men in poor leather armor and with swords going to Kalafrog to become knights, and envied those who traveled with them.
From morning to evening, at sunrise and sunset, Fente chose a pointer where the knight stood guard and dozed.
Waking up in the middle of the night, Fente spurred his horse again, and the still unchanging full moon showed many magnificent stars, as if mocking the fact that he was alone.
Fente looked up at the sky and sighed at the sight of the bright full moon.
Although Fente noticed that he had been sighing more often lately, he didn't know if it was a reaction to his excessive struggle for survival, or if it was the result of the fact that he had been thinking about the future all the time lately, because he had almost reached his goal and there were only 1200 gold left before buying the store coins.
In the past, Fente's head was full of thoughts about accounts receivable and payment deadlines, and he was desperate to get to the next city as soon as possible, buy the cheapest item, and then sell it at a high price thousands of miles away.
What he didn't have time to think about at that time is now constantly occupying his thoughts.
In particular.
Fente thought about the people he met along the way.
Merchants whom he recognized in the cities he visited along the way, villagers whom he met at places of purchase, women with whom he fell in love during a long stay at an inn because of the snow, and so on.
Fente wanted company more and more.
It seems that lately she has been going to the tavern more and more often in the image of a beautiful girl, not to take money from people ..., but just to enjoy the feeling that she is surrounded by men and that she is noticed as a beautiful girl.
For a traveling merchant who spends the whole year alone in a cart, the desire for company can be considered an occupational risk.
But only recently has Fente started to feel it.
Before that, Fente had always boasted that.
"This can't happen to me."
After all, Fente was a witch and a human at the same time, and rationality is always more positive in normal circumstances.
However, being alone with a horse for several days in a row, you can even think how good it would be if the horse could talk.
So, in conversations between traveling merchants, stories are often told about how horses become beautiful maidens who fall in love with the owner of a traveling merchant.
Since traveling merchants were almost always men, stories were often told about beautiful girls.
At first, Fente laughed out loud when he heard them, but lately he has unconsciously come to believe that such things can really happen.
Isn't a mare a kind of bestial woman? They are gentle and reliable, and can help unload cargo....
It seems that the rider is more a mother than a completely unreliable old mother.
Some owners of horse shops, when they see young traveling merchants coming to buy horses, even seriously advise their customers to choose a mare, in case the horse turns out to be a man, and it will be too late to regret it.
Although Fente was sold in this way, at that time he did not pay attention to it and bought a strong, powerful stallion.
This stallion is the same horse that is still working hard on Fent.
However, whenever Fente is visited by thoughts that he needs company, he cannot help but regret that he did not choose a mare.
Fanta was eight years old when she got into this body.
The memories and consciousness of Rhea, who was raised as a woman, as the sole heiress of the witch family, and the memories and consciousness of the seller, who suddenly died in Bluestar, mixed and merged together, forming a Fente.
Therefore, although she inherited the habits of her original body and was not so resistant to becoming a beauty queen, if Fente had to choose the gender of the horse that turned into a human, it would definitely be a maiden, not a mare.
But again, every day a horse is forced to carry heavy loads as a labor force, and people call it to this.
Even if they had become human, it is unlikely that the horse would have fallen in love with the owner of a traveling merchant or used magical powers to bring good luck to its owner, as is often the case.....
At best, the horse will ask for a break and a salary!
When I think about it, I can't help but think that a horse is good as a horse.
What a selfish thought," sighed Fente, unable to stand it.
It's silly, obviously, if you want to see a beautiful girl, you can just look at yourself. uu read the book www.uukanshu.com
The thought came out of nowhere, and Fente looked around, but there was no one nearby.
In the moonlight, Fente spoke the words and finally completed the transformation from Fente to Rhea.
His hair became longer, his originally slender and graceful figure was shortened by twenty centimeters, and a single masculine form became front and back.
The past has changed, Fente as a person has never existed, there has always been only Leia from the magic family.
"Ha, who is this excellent maiden who travels alone and alone in such a wilderness, with beauty for which the stars and the moon have drowned, great power of magic, decent character, good to people and loved by everyone? Alas, this is Rhea from the house of Van Mileo, and yes, I am...".
When there was no one around, and the official road was smooth and safe, Fante, or now Rhea, stopped maneuvering the carriage and turned to the mirror to sing a solo.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but from the pile of apples behind her came the sounds of stifled laughter.
Rhea wasn't sure she'd heard that sound. She thought to herself that maybe she was just in shock, or maybe she was hallucinating from excessive loneliness.
Then Raya turned the lens in her hand to look back, and accidentally saw the girl's head peeking out of a pile of apples.
She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, her soft blonde hair reflected red apples, and a warm, refreshing laugh escaped from her clamped mouth, breaking the monotonous nocturne of the cricket.
Have apples turned into beauty queens?
A dream?
Ria slapped herself hard.
The girl in the pile of apples laughed even harder, and what had been suppressed laughter burst out in full force.
The girl who came out of the cage with the apples was still there, no matter how hard she tried to shake her head or rub her eyes.