10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

I'm Juliane.

Or Liane, apparently.

Apparently, I remembered it too.

I took a pill that made me forget my memories.

Medicine that doesn't know what to forget or how far to forget.

I am told that it seems to have worked well for me, even among those who have used it in the past.

The only thing I can remember properly is after I wake up.

After being explained by someone that it was my father and mother, I was given a letter.

A letter I wrote, addressed to me.

Looks like I was a lot better prepared.

Following my letter, I am a guardian in the elves.

It was the first time before I moved every mile, and long after I moved to this place 300 years ago.

Being a protector, just quiet, peaceful.

If you want to do something, you can do what I want then. Because the elves are long raw.

That was my favor to me.

"A place to guide a rare man when he arrives".

That's what they call it. The protector of the place.

Clean up, mow the weed, and make way.

Since the inside moved to this place 300 years ago and the building was formed, cleaning inside and replacing the air is my job.

Quiet, serene, peaceful routine.

I knit when my hands are free.

Does my body remember even if I lose my memory, my hands move naturally?

I am happy with this life.

Sometimes I can't hang up, but I don't know why.

Probably what I wanted to forget.

I'm Yuliane, or Liane.

Inside the elves, guardian of rare graves.

The letter also said Liane, but no one calls me by that name.

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When Tessa came, the inside was a fuss.

The elves welcome rare people.

So, what about the sparse daughter-in-law?

Of course you're welcome. Naturally.

Because it seems that elves have been helped so far by rare people.

I thought it would be nice to welcome my family, too.

So, what about the rare daughter-in-law? What about those kids?

When I heard the story, I opened my mouth gently.

Because... I can't believe my wife has double digits and there are plenty of kids!

I laughed, but the elders looked a little troubled.

Welcome, but rather we elves took care of the rare again.

Before we move inside to this place yet.

Tessa visited the tomb of a rare man.

Back then, there were no buildings, just one grave and an east house.

Tessa wasn't quite home.

Were the daughters and children waiting at the entrance looking worried?

One of my daughters, Isabel the Elf...... I remember talking to Ethe for a bit.

I really shouldn't tell you, but I told Ethe what's inside.

Because to the rare man who returns, I'm not supposed to stop talking about it.

It's just the difference between knowing now or knowing later for Ethe.

"A Place to Guide a Rare Man When He Comes" has Keith Schmidt's grave.

Looks like Ethe knew.

That's what I said before I took the pill and forgot.

Something else Keith left behind, then a letter in an illegible language.

Every time I see it, my chest will be tightened sooner or later.

I can't read it because it was written in the language of the world where rare people lived, apparently.

The elders said when. It's not the same as the Ningen letters in this world.

Eventually, Tessa came home.

Back early enough, Tessa looked like a blowout somewhere.

My waiting daughters and children hug Tessa.

My chest hurts for some reason.

Ethe hugs me.

Ethe didn't say anything, but I felt a little saved.

It was a fuss. Tessa left the elves.

I came back after a while.

Let's move every mile, say.

If Tessa's right, we might move. Well, he's been looking at the candidate.

The elder who came for tea said that.

A little later.

They've decided to move inside.

Though I miss leaving this place.

Tessa told me that Mr. Keith's grave moves every piece of dirt around him.

So Jill said just don't do anything and wait.

I'm Juliane.

The movement inside also seemed like a fuss every day, even after Tessa and the others started living inside.

Talk to the elders who come for an alternative cup of tea.

Yeah.

Because Tessa came to this place to build a house that looked like the original world.

Build parts with your daughter-in-law and children to go inside and work on.

Ethe smiling with Tessa, who looks like she's having fun.

It was heartbreaking for some reason.

You should be happy with your happy friend's smile.

Tessa is dead.

Life expectancy, it seems. Because unlike elves, Ningen can't seem to live long.

The daughters and children went their own way.

Though some of them were left inside.

Looks like there's a hole in my chest.

Maybe this means I'm sad.

But, but if so, what's the bigger hole that was originally in my chest?

Ethe stopped coming to my house.

I think I got pregnant and had a baby.

After the child grew up, Ethe started coming under me again.

Sometimes, he looks lonely, but Ethe doesn't say anything.

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There's a rare man in the elf right now.

Rare people since Tessa.

For the first time in 160 years, a rare person might visit this place.

It's natural that I cleaned it up a little tense.

Maybe my heart is floating a little when I hear it's a hissing rare person.

It's the role of the protector to welcome you, so that must be normal.

For the first time in 160 years, a rare man came.

It has been Ethe and his grandson Liese who have guided him. And I was a friend of Tessa's, Hal.

That red-haired child is descended from Tessa's daughter-in-law.

'Before this, only me and the rare, the protectors, can get in. Are you ready?

'Ha, yes. I wonder if you're okay, Cottaro.'

The new rare man, Eugene, looked anxious somewhere.

My cheeks loosen all the time at the look of Leese watching and the red-haired child.

It's like I turned down Tessa and her daughters back then.

And.

Mr. Eugene headed to the tomb of a rare man. Take one animal.

The remaining adults prepare tea.

Ethe guided it well and the wait was for Reese to tell a 'story of his great adventure in the world of Ningen'.

I'm sure the two girls are pushing anxiety to death.

When the sun tilted, Mr. Eugene returned.

The red-haired girl jumps.

Tessa had a blown out face, but Mr. Eugene was somewhere depressed.

I don't know the difference.

Although.

Look at Eugene's expression, my chest hurts unevenly.

Now I know.

This is the pain in my forgotten memories.

I smile to hide it and tell Mr. Eugene.

'I'll stay here. Rare man, let me manage this land until it's time to visit again. Until this body decays. "

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Mr. Eugene left the elf.

With my life from the elders, I was the one who brought out Mr. Keith and Tessa's luggage.

You didn't tell me anything, but even I realize it.

Eugene said he might know something.

That's why he took his stuff out.

Maybe I can read that letter, too.

Dokri, and my heart rings.

Letters left by Keith Schmidt, not by Tessa.

I can't read it, I should have studied it better... sorry, that letter Tessa apologized to me for some reason.

Tell yourself to calm down, calm down, and I move my knitting hand. My hand, which I don't remember, but moves on its own.

The knitting my hands make is so big that I can't wear it.

Do I want to know or not?

Once you know it, you may not guard 'til this body decays', as I said to Eugene.

A quiet, peaceful life may come to an end.

What did I want to forget?

Is this life of forgetting everything, happy?

If you want to do something, you can do what I want then. Because the elves are long raw.

What did the letters written to me from me mean?

Is the desire to know that springs up in my heart mine now or mine once was?

I want to know.

Give me that man's words.

... that guy?

I'm Yuliane, or Liane.

Inside the elves, guardian of rare graves.

No one calls me Liane.