Cayenne, let's travel.
I didn't think it would be any more reminiscent of what words I used to be invited to say.
No, you didn't have time to think back in the first place, or should I say you didn't feel like thinking back?
(What is this, a running lantern?)
Cayenne was softly in the sea. No, not the sea.
I slept in the dark like my body was uncomfortable. I also kind of like to move, I just want to keep my eyes closed all the time and lie down, Cayenne thought.
I see Cayenne is on the verge of dying for the first time.
Perhaps this is how I feel about the narrowness of death.
(The head moves. I can think as much as I want. But I don't want to move my eyes, and I want to sleep like this.)
It was an odd feeling.
I don't want to do anything, I just feel like I want to sleep.
And the pain, the touch, the feeling of being left behind as if everything wasn't working.
Thanks to this, Cayenne feels nothing. Because he didn't feel anything, Cayenne was feeling like he was in the ocean all the time.
(The world after death is the sea....... sure, was that the word my mother taught me)
Well, the old intellectuals seem to have left a strange word to say.
Has Cayenne's mother, who died a long time ago, returned to such a sea?
If what you call death was such a gentle sleep, my mother must have been at peace at the end of the day.
I remember my mother traveling with a quiet, beautiful death face, and Cayenne thought about that.
(Will my father still be guarding the farmland? Will my brother inherit the trail)
Every time I think back to my unreserved memories, my unspoken nostalgia immerses Cayenne in sentiment.
Sentiment must be the strongest feeling in a person's heart. Because it's still sentimental to make Cayenne still cry, mostly and without crying.
(... remembered in the sea after death. Clad)
Cayenne laughed at her carelessness as she remembered.
I think back to the first words that Clad invited me on a journey, and instead of that, I think back to my family until now, and, uh, if I think about the phrase post-mortem sea, when I say death, I associate Clad with friends, like.
Doesn't this seem to be linked to, say, cladding, death?
Cayenne thought that far and reconsidered that maybe she did. An impressive death for Cayenne was cladding.
My friend's death was clear. Speaking of friends, he died, so much so that I had to tell myself, that Clad's death was huge for Cayenne.
(Those three years, I'm sure, were all I had)
Cayenne became an adventurer, forcefully preaching that she wanted to see the world, not boring agriculture.
Back then, when I adventured alone for about a year and was proud to say I had grown up once and for all.
That's when Cayenne met Clad.
(That was a stupid fight at first)
Yes, it's a fight at first.
It was that moment when a dragon tribe adventurer, a drinker, showered a beast clerk with a terrible discriminatory term for "female's -". The same Orc adventurer - Clad said, "Are you kidding me?" and the man beat him, and Cayenne, who he saw, insignificantly covered the Beastman's daughter in the back kitchen, saying it was dangerous as it was.
Then Clad said, "Oh, man!" or beaten him up.
Apparently Clad was mistaken about Cayenne. Cayenne also looked like he was trying to raise his hand to the Dragon Nation, his fellow Beast Nation daughter in the same way.
Thanks to this, Cayenne got into a terribly tiresome beating fight.
It was this fight that we first got to know each other with Clad, who apologizes later.
The daughter of the beast man arbitrated and got nothing to do with the fact that she was about to have another fight. No. We've already beaten each other up instead of nothing.
(But once I got a crusade request with Clad, it was what the outgoing conversation played out)
It was certainly when I stood on the request board trying to get rid of the goblin nest.
I couldn't help but react to the blurry name of "Oh, Kathy, I quit" in a voice I could hear from behind.
Kathy is a so-called Auga whore, but for some reason she was hidden in popularity. She was a taller Kathy than Cayenne, but she's the one I've looked after many times.
My eyes met when I looked back unexpectedly.
Clad also started a strange silence when he saw this reaction and said, "No way, you two suddenly had a big laugh.
There is also a strange edge, and the two of us will order the same request.
After exterminating the goblin nest, then trying to form a friendship, we launched at a liquor store, and the two of us made a foolish fuss and said, "Hey, hey! I guess the snake downstairs is bright blue too!" "Let it go, you beast down there too! I'm gonna spill a fang comparison!" What a noise in the store.
That Beastman clerk flew up and blushed, "You can't do it next time! Depends on what you preach."
(It's a really stupid story. "Then we're two fangs" from the noise of that time! ♪ And I miss having decided on the name of the party too ♪
Yes, two fangs meant there were two fangs at the party.
I also miss the silly talk about not adding more fangs from two, being too bitter and uncomfortable, and inviting women instead of fangs next time.
(Oh, did three years start that day)
Cayenne looked back at those three years.
As a first try, they both failed by looking good and ordering a troll crusade. My drinker's daughter made me angry.
The next time I used the reflection to drop the crusade level to the Wild Bore, the two of us hunted, strained too much and wasted the material and failed. My drinker daughter laughed at me.
Now it was time to hunt down Killer Ants with the right difficulty. After two months of selling material in bulk once every three days, they laughed at me with such a disgraceful nickname as "Those Ants," and I was outraged with Clad.
At one point I hunted all over Nightharpy. I've played with corpses and the two of us burst into laughter, and oh that's disgusting, and weighed myself in carelessness.
On Clad's birthday, he once told a whore he liked that he couldn't do it and gave it to me for the night. Then the clad guy said, "Suddenly a woman came to the inn room and she was in a hurry!" I don't know why. I've been pissed off. It was a shade of light. By the way, I was avenged the same thing. The one from the clad gave me an earful, so I punched him later.
I heard the drinker's daughter was getting married, and we've had a drink together. To be honest, both Clad and Cayenne were in love, so they said, "In the end, you keep our fang battles!" or something I said, "Okay, then we'll do it now! Hey, which fangs do you want!" "Oh? It's a snake or a beast!" and it became a foolish fuss to take my clothes off. My daughter at the drinker was completely mad at me, but then my daughter burst into laughter and said, "My husband's is the best!," he kicked.
After that, Clad and I were outraged when the drinker turned into a jade by "Two Fangs to Lose to the Husband of the Forest Bear" and Kawawillow Joke.
It was funny then when the two desert tigers were laid to rest. I was impressed that it was finally something we both served, something I drank quietly with Clad. It was unusual and noisy then. I wanted to bite the taste of alcohol. The drinker's daughter blessed me too. The drinker owner of the Beast Clan of Forest Bears also blessed me. I felt complicated.
Once again, the two of us have re-tried the Troll Crusade.
It was a very tough fight, and I moaned that I wouldn't do this next time, it wasn't right for me, but I was able to crusade.
At that time, the two of them were in a lot of trouble. "We've grown up! Dude!" "Oh! You can do whatever you want!" and also drank it that day. It was also around that time that the two names of the fangs became just a little famous.
(I miss it, a lot really happened)
Cayenne, uh, wanted to go back to those three years.
Cayenne has lost a lot of things over the past five years.
I've lost strength in the last five years. All this time they remained slaves, and the manual laborers were not made to eat nourishing things, nor to stay in the battlefield. I rusted myself.
I also lost my name. That momentum of up-and-coming pairs was only an assessment in the body, and the public suddenly wouldn't make a scene or do anything, even if the cayennes disappeared, it was just a pompous story as if they remembered "because they were reckless".
And I lost my honor. Clad was only treated as a reckless man with no eyes on his friends. No one thought to have that much sympathy for Clad, and no one tried to set up a grave to provide for him.
Cayenne is even worse. He was scorned as a criminal, shamelessly slandered for betraying his friends, and as he was, he tarnished his name and fell.
Cayenne lost too much.
I thought it was enough to die.
(Is it time to die? All settled)
That moment. In the battle with Jazeera the demon man, a flash ripped up to his shoulder.
Cayenne got just a little bit back.
Clad's sword and Cayenne's old sword were in a flash of slash to that demon Jazeera.
No doubt that sword was a two-fang sword.
At that moment Cayenne, without a doubt, had put everything in that sword for three and five years.
(It's all over)
Cayenne was aware that it was all over.
Oh, because Cayenne was in a strange mood to fall apart.
(But is it all over?)
Cayenne was convinced.
But there was only one final catch.
I want to be an adventurer. More than I was born in this world, I want to keep my name.
A shard of that feeling pierces Cayenne just a little bit.
Cayenne is not satisfied, even if convinced.
At that moment Cayenne realized even more that she didn't want to die.
(Yes, but life is like that. I have no choice)
But Cayenne didn't think it was a bad idea to die with this shard stuck in her chest.
I didn't want to die, but it was still mixed with the feeling that I thought I could die like this.
Yes, let go of consciousness like this.
Sleep like this and you will die.
That way, I'm sure Cayenne will end this moment of comfort, all of it.
……
It's not a bad idea to end everything like this.
……
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(... can't die)
But Cayenne never died.
(No, I can't die)
I've been trying to sleep, but I've been trying to let go of consciousness like this, and Cayenne didn't die.
Even though I'm going to give up, I'm still caught somewhere with a shard of desire to adventure, to keep my name.
I can't die.
Without dying, only consciousness crossed, and Cayenne was in the dark.
(I can't die. I won't die. I won't die)
Cayenne cried at some point.
(Can't you die, I am)
Cayenne finally had the feather to bite his heart off.
I wanted to adventure.
I wanted to leave a name.
Cayenne hated herself more and more.
My friend died, but I was captured by self-loathing as a fool.
(What the hell, Clad, me, you're more miserable.)
I can't die.
Rather, he wants to live shallow, adventure, and keep his name.
Clad died laughing.
Cayenne felt sorry for herself.
(Clad, forgive me, I won't die)
Cayenne finally couldn't stop crying.
Unable to stop the tears, I gradually felt my voice heard.
Whether it's my husband Toshiki, Meena, Hetty or something is calling his name.
It was called. Cayenne had a feeling she was going to have to go home.
Cayenne was just convinced, for no reason, that she would not die.
And I knew for no reason that I should not die. I decided it was something to die for.
Cayenne still wanted to die somewhere in her heart.
The thought of letting me die like this made me cry somewhere in my heart.
(Hey, Clad, me, you and, goodbye)
Cayenne painfully regretted somewhere in her heart that she would not die.
No.
Not exactly, not wanting to die.
We're just saddened that our "two fangs" honor has been tarnished by the death of our best friend Clad, and we're now beaten down again.
(I want to die, it's as hard as I want to die, Clad. Hey, bye, buddy)
I can't die.
Don't die, live.
Cayenne wept over the fact.
Sorrow, loneliness, remorse, nostalgia, or kindness, all indescribable, trembling tears overflowed from Cayenne.
To Cayenne. For the past eight years, it's been too long.
- Cayenne, let's travel, let's go.
As his voice was waking up to a loud world, Cayenne did hear voices in his memories.