Becoming an Accidental God in a New World Chapter 64: Ch 64- Contracted Workers of the Shop - Part 1

"I feel like I am forgetting sothing. Fenrir, do you know what I am forgetting?"

I asked, and the puppy gave a look of surprise.

"You are forgetting the second serving of my dinner. And also the third... and maybe those vegetables you put in the attic... and the fourth serving of my dinner... master, are you alright?"

My body jerked as soon as I recalled the vegetables. I was supposed to bring them back down hours ago.

’Tsk, darn it! I was supposed to have them pickled by now. Oh well, better late than never, I guess.’

I stood up, and Fenrir followed as I walked out.

"Oh—! Are we leaving for sothing? Where are we going? The stairs?"

The puppy questioned, and he was far too hyper. Even normal kids were not this vocal... most of the ti. Not that I knew any that were like this... outside of so of my extre sessions.

’Block the mory. Otherwise, you’ll get more of a headache.’

I reminded myself as I covered the flight of stairs to reach the attic. The inside was warm, and I headed toward the space where I had put my vegetables to dry.

Only... there were no vegetables there anymore. The only thing left behind were the crumbs of the vegetables.

"Soone seems to have cleaned this place up. Should I take a look around... surely there are no mice here?"

I asked, recalling the almost epidemic that happened. But I had taken swift action to prevent rodents from entering my house, so that should not be the case, right?

"What a ss. Just thinking about it is giving a headache here."

I spoke as I clutched my head. Fenrir growled as he looked at a corner where a few boxes were, and he looked tense.

"Master, there is sothing in here. Do you want to take care of the intruders?"

Fenrir asked with a growl in his voice, and he did not wait for before he barked and went behind the boxes.

A few lights ran toward and tried to grab on to as they got away from Fenrir. And by a few, I ant a few dozen.

I was covered in more light than a house on Christmas.

"D-Don’t let it get to us—!"

"You need to protect us."

"You are the current shopkeeper, right? We are contracted workers of this shop. You need to make sure we are safe."

"Food! We need more food!"

"Just save us first."

A lot of voices spoke at the sa ti, and I felt my headache intensify. I stood still as I allowed those lights to settle down before I opened my mouth.

"What are you all? And can you get off ? You are too bright. Fenrir, please stand down and don’t chase them anymore."

I told the puppy, and Fenrir cald down instantly.

But the lights were not sure whether they were safe or not... which was understandable. They just had a brush with death, after all.

Once it was sure that Fenrir wouldn’t chase them anymore, the lights nervously fluttered around before the brightest one stepped out.

"Master, we are light fairies. We are responsible for imbuing magic in objects and creating the strongest artefacts... however, we have not gotten any work to do and hence, were starving."

The leader told in an almost sad voice.

I sohow got the sense that it was my fault these fairies were starving. They were locked in the attic.

"You say you are contracted workers of the shop, right? Then, do you have any proof?"

As far as I recalled, any supernatural creature was not to be trusted. They often tried to lure humans and other creatures to beco their food.

I had no intention of believing the fairies just because they told they were ’contracted workers’ of the shop.

The fairies fluttered around , almost at a loss for what to do. No one had asked them this question before.

Only the leader seed to know what to say.

"About that... the previous master told us that his recordkeeping place had a list of all the active contracts and any you might make in the future. You can check there..."

The leader seed to have no idea what the recordkeeping place was either. But I had a feeling she ant the system.

I opened the system and had to look deep to find the setting.

’Fucking hell—! Why is this thing as difficult to operate as a real modern phone? It tells you nothing till you search for it.’

And no, it was not the older person in talking. I was very much part of the generation that saw technology blossom.

I was just... not as up-to-date with things as the newest generation for so things.

As for the list of active contracts, there were... more than two dozen active contracts. But most of them did not have a lit-up icon like the fairies and Fenrir did.

The small note at their side told that I needed to et the other side of the contract to re-activate it.

’I’ll get to it later. For now, I need to see what to do with these fairies.’

"Alright, I can see that we have a contract. Now, do you need to provide anything for you except food?"

I asked the fairies, and they looked at with hesitation.

"The previous shopkeeper preferred to have us in the attic, but we do prefer to be outdoors. If it is not too much to ask for, can we have so space in the back garden for our own use? We are friendly and will also take care of it. As long as you provide us with food, we will work as hard as you want us to."

Those words sounded so sweet to the blooming businessman inside .

If the conditions were just to provide the garden and food, it was basically free labour. However, what surprised even more was sothing else.

"Huh—! This place has a back garden... I an, I have not gotten the chance to explore the place yet. We can go check up on its condition tomorrow."

I told the fairies, and they looked hopeful.

For the first ti, I had a feeling that the previous shopkeeper was not as good of a person as he pretended to be.

Or maybe there was a reason these fairies were imprisoned here? Whatever it was, I had no ti to think about it for now.

"Of course, master. We will do as you asked us to. May we ask you to get us so food for now?"

The fairies told , and I went back down to check.

From what I had seen, the fairies seed capable of eating anything. But my instincts also told that ordinary food wouldn’t help them much.

The fact that they had eaten up all the vegetables despite their small size told that I likely needed to give them sothing special.

"Hmm, should I look it up in the system? Maybe I’ll be able to find so information."

There was one thing that caught my eye, and it was a book on my table labeled ’Creatures and I’. I found myself reaching for it and opening it to read.