That's the story of a certain goblin's little days.
When a blind goblin was born to Stella, the witch who lost her voice, she said she was often spooked.
The production voice is weak, and the smile is not shown at all. Such a baby goblin was something they thought was just a little weird from around. but as it got longer and longer looking at the ceiling and blurring, I finally realized that the surroundings were - oh, you can't see anything, not the ceiling.
Do you get so creepy and faceless when you take your sight away from the baby - the villagers thought.
Originally, the newborn infant has no developed vision, and although it is rather normal to be blind, the abnormality is noticeable after several months on the boulder.
I don't laugh when I laugh. I can't even try to look at this one. That unfocused look was not roughly what the baby could float, but rather was close to that of an unknown creature who wanted to get something.
It was a very natural story that the village goblins became hiccups and rumors.
Originally there was a cruel custom in this village of killing the child by surprise if the baby born had any physical difficulties - but only this baby, who draws the blood of a star-changing witch, was to be missed.
Perhaps the next generation of star chants could be this baby, or this baby's child - a glimmer of hope kept him alive.
But that, too, literally just kept him alive.
His blood muscles are the only thing that matters, and I mean, we're just talking about not killing him.
The blind baby's whereabouts were not in this village.
In the first place, even Stella, the star chanting witch, a parent, was abominable as a witch in this village.
Stella, who has lost her voice since she was a young child, was badly slandered by those in the village anyway for having lost her voice by covenant with the devil, or for the abomination child can still only bear the abomination child.
Especially for villagers, the impression of a witch telling ominous things was probably stronger than a star-changing witch.
Until now, Stella has only been instrumental in heralding such bad things as the disease is endemic or a swarm of insects eating up crops.
For that reason, Stella tells all the ominous things, rather, Stella is calling out the ominous - and so on speculation began to fly.
Stella's son, who calls out his misfortune, is as abominable as she is.
Against her, it was imperative that the uncertainty grew thicker and thicker.
"Ahhh."
Goblin babies, eventually able to walk - did not leak into the example of the fast-growing goblins, and were finally old enough to stand alone.
but this stellar child's goblin seems to have ancestored back in a bad direction - i.e., he grew up slow like a fairy clan. It was also too late to learn the words. In retrospect, it might have been a little late to start walking. Anyway, it was only obvious that the fairy blood Stella was pulling had acted badly.
- You drained the fairy's blood. Good. Because this kid can live longer too...
Stella lived a long time.
This is one of those things she calls a witch, but she lived a strange long time for a short-lived goblin. As a result, I have also seen many of my countrymen die. Goblin had an average life expectancy of thirty at the time, and Stella lived about fifty years, so much so that she might have been an elder of this village had she not been an abominable child who could not speak out.
- Luckily this kid is blind. I can't read the stars. I'm sure if Malevito were to dwell, he'd be me, not this girl.
Stella whispered her love for the child, softly holding the baby in the fire.
People's hands will reach this far soon. There are few reprieves. Now was the only time.
Stella knew.
that this Goblin village will be attacked by the Pulls, liberated (...) by their hands, and sold off by the Goblins as slaves to the people.
And that if we don't accept that fate, I'm sure the goblins will lose 40% of it in battle and the baby will surely die in the midst of a conflict.
What the hell was Stella's mood like when she offered the village and all the goblins, including herself and my children, chose a future to enslave?
The details are uncertain as to how her chest was all over her when she was stuck with a dark future.
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Because I liked it, for that reason, the wind was scattered to me when I shopped like a halfway house.
"I ask you one thing, how does your husband use the instrument?"
"Well, it's an investment in Antoni's new possibilities. Explorer, you may have a gift for art on this side."
"... which means you didn't think of anything."
"That's not true..."
Well, that happens.
I had one instrument on hand made of dry resistant wood and tough demon hair. According to the appraisal skills, the official name is Lute. Playing a string with a finger or nail, plays a sound - it was like a so-called guitar.
The price is about one gold coin and it is never cheap.
Well, the value of this lute seemed to be more than one gold coin according to my appraisal skills, so I just had to sell this guy in the worst case - and I got it with the intention that my deputy manager (and the chicks) would turn a blind eye to me if there was no reason to know what was going on.
"You know, your husband. I still know how to buy alcohol and tea. Something that can be used as a business tool. But I wonder if there's anything wrong with a rock and a musical instrument."
The clever Lamier woman, Hetty, is totally the deputy manager of the store - or no longer the manager. It is precisely this that there are plenty of piercing locks attached to this board. Compared to me like grass without roots, it was another obvious one.
It's not like I'm speechless, either. My opinion is respected because I earn the most out of it.
It's just, well, there's just no piercing.
"I knew Pierce was old...?
"... will you excuse me"
Troubled, he was flanked with his tail with his jito eyes. This Lamier seems to have had some thoughts about the word age.
Being a fifteen-year-old boy in this world, I, Mitsujitoshiki, am often underestimated by something, such as being externally low on my hips and my behavior coupled with being abrupt.
Honestly, given the way ahead, Pierce was as much where I wanted it, but so far that was not enough and I was worried.
On the contrary, Hetty joked with her hands on her cheek that she would have trouble getting her husband to wear more piercing locks.
In view of the long life expectancy of the Lamier tribe, Hetty is rather young, but maybe she cares a little because our connoisseur Meena makes fun of "I'm older" stuff.
"- Piercing is action."
And I heard a lot of people coming through me thinking about that. This is the voice of Yufi, one of the little ones, a silver-haired elf.
"If you want to stay calm and avoid flighty behavior, Pierce will follow you."
It is a clear and correct argument. Uffi is always a child who flies his honesty straight this way.
If I mention one difficulty, is it somewhat of a strong hit for me? I don't even feel like I've been slightly rounded lately, but basically her tongue is sharp.
"So don't buy me a lute, you should be a little more respected if you do a good job," he says bumping, but it was hard for me to grasp why she was in a grumpy mood. - Why is Yufi (...) angry at me for not being respected (...)?
(What, is this a tundra?
What an inexplicable suspicion brings a neck, but only that Yufi doesn't have it - and I stayed in my brain to deny it.
"- Yufi. Pierce, act"
Now one of the chickens, Ili of Harpi, opened his mouth. Basically sleepy, she can give me terminal and sharp words, although words can be oblivious.
It was that this time too.
"... illi. What are you talking about?
"It's scary to be angry. But it's narrow, not pierced."
…… Oh, I'll order the liver. "
"Mmm."
I don't have to wonder if Ili, who can lust for Yufi's anger, is perhaps the best of the chickens.
"Lending I"
"Hey, wait."
He whined softly at me about something, but when I went in, he said, "hey, hey, hey" or something. So, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I'm here.
"... Piercing is an action, Meena"
"Oh, what, what? It's like I don't have a penetration."
I think it seems true - but I decided to keep it quiet.
"Speaking of which, Nell, I've been watching Lute since just now, is that unusual?
"Huh?
The last little one, Nell of Seylan, was pouring an uncommon gaze on my lute at hand, so I decided to talk to you.
Apparently, Nell hadn't heard any of the conversations earlier, and he was just looking at Lute.
"Oh, no, uh, I was just wondering what it sounds like..."
Nell replied with a twist.
"You want to play it?
"Oh, no, it's very..."
Whatever it is, I said to Nell, "No, I'm not that reluctant. You can teach me how to play anything," I said. The reaction was quick, "Yes, no! Me, imitating like I'm going to annoy you all like that!" and was strangely frightened. No. So why are you so reluctant, I don't know.
"'Cause, you know, one gold coin is half that, Iri, so the"
"What kind of calculation..."
There was some mysterious formula in place.
"By the way, I didn't give you any money to buy it, it's barter, okay?
"... hey, your husband. I was letting Chitta write some kind of autograph, but maybe."
"Yes, I was going to give you Chitta's old boxing glove. The gloves that got old and needed replacing anyway, and bartering with instruments, so, you know, you get it, right?
"... I guess. Shouldn't you normally have sold the gloves?
"Anyway, this doesn't take forehand. I mean, I'm not bad. Above"
I closed with a raging argument, but I didn't do anything wrong, beyond disagree. Hetty, who seemed to have something to say, just swallowed the words and shrugged her shoulders.
By the way, Nell was in shock. "I can't believe Illi... didn't have an ex..." or something. - No, you're still pulling that story. And it's all wrong.
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"... I guess it's no longer a matter of decision. I still seem to be in the statute of guiding people with connections of destiny."
The woman, Miloir, shrugged as she arranged the tarot cards on her desk and checked again and again for divination results.
"I thought it was a coincidence, but it still seems that Marebito, Toshiki Mitsuji, has the power to attract fate"
The tarot in front of Miloir is aligned in a juxtaposition called the Celtic Cross, with Arcana cards representing the past, the future, etc., located in their respective locations.
The result of fortune is only interpretation. In other words, that is one of the causes of the uncertainty of fortune, because the question of how to capture the nuances that have emerged is constantly attached.
And Toshiki, Malevito, for some reason, seems to have a strong power to attract "strong destiny people," which seemed to create an environment where nature and fateful events are more prone to occurrence around him.
"It's as if we're seeing the protection of people"
This, indeed, is what Arioche Ong sees - Miloir thought.
Arioshung is the one who is moving to keep this Oasis Street safe. The Arioshuong just says that he (Toshiki) works too well against the man (Arlecchino), for better or worse -.
A human being named Toshiki seemed to be rich in talent that allowed people to open up their fate anyway. To put it this way, we are good at identifying people who are not destined to cut their fate from scratch, but who were originally suited to it, but who were poorly patrolled, and at pioneering it with ideas.
"Career Plan, is it"
Miloir's unheard strange way of connecting words, but somehow I know what it means. If a career and a career means a profession, then a plan means conception, design, etc., so a whispering career plan means a vocational design.
Vocational design. Well said. The acts he Toshiki is carrying out will certainly not be an exaggeration when it comes to vocational design.
Discern a person's aptitude and design a path that stretches that aptitude to a single position.
It is the wonder of a man named Toshiki who, for some reason, "sees a convenient way" to make the simple act easy.
Designing a person's destiny may have a few things to say. but what Toshiki is doing is such an act, to put it bluntly. Making people's dreams come true - especially the dreams of people who are about to give up such a future with a diagonal approach, that's what Toshiki does.
Should we see his previous successes as just a lucky man who miraculously did well, or as a clever man who has scratched at the skill and wisdom of his little hands - again, "I see something from the beginning" is where judgment breaks.
That boy Toshiki was oddly good at exploiting people's potential.
"Originally, it's my role to lead, but I guess he's doing it in an active way"
The way you lead is fundamentally different from yourself and Toshiki - Miloir thought.
Miloir's. It's about taking advantage of the potential of the subject and riding the natural flow, reading the omens and giving advice. It is not about raising the target's ability to overcome difficulties (or fate to wait).
but in contrast to such a Miloir method, Toshiki's guidance is based on ignoring that "difficult situation" and letting it hit you for the time being, if the subject could be placed in any difficult environment. In addition, if it is difficult, we can improve our abilities and change our approach, and we can change hands and products, and that is how we can achieve this.
It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with giving up - it's because of a lot of hassle, or it turns out to be a "bad giving up in a good way", tough approach.
It's a very simple thing to hit a few ideas - the knowledge that underlies that idea is not usual.
From Miloir, these acts of limiting the reinstatement of a slave fallen adventurer, partially acknowledging the cooking of demons (rather than being irresistible to the sudden flying fact that demons cook), tailoring a woman with scratches on her face to an opera actress, working out a novice woman, Auga, to this city's fingerfolding fistfighter, and now trying to make the painter of precision paintings, who no longer recognizes the shape, do something new - are just astonishing.
All of them should have been just people in difficult circumstances. but because of his abilities and his good ideas, he got over the situational difficulties lightly.
"Well, let me try one."
That's how Miloir shrugged.
What floated behind my brain was the blind goblin of a former bard, who had just come to Miloir's disposal. Miloir wanted to make the slightest sense of fate from this goblin a litmus stone to a man named Toshiki.
And oddly, the goblin man - although I'm not sure Miloir knew it - said it was a "ancestral" goblin with slightly stronger fairy blood.