None the less, Cece wandering the city. I've tried many crowded places and one uninspiring alley, but I don't see Reede.
It's nearly impossible to find a single human being in the best city on the border without a clue. Even if I knew, Cece couldn't stand still.
"Ha... reede..."
Cece is back near the Adventurer Guild. Sometimes I feel gaze, but it's the usual. My name and face have been remembered for a long time.
"Oh, Cece! That, alone?
There was someone running over to Cece like that. Big enough breasts to tell from the top of her clothes on her red hair.
"Mr. Emmy! Are you off today?
"Shh. No, I'm off!
Emmy looked ruffled with a shirt in her easy-to-move trousers, and from what Cece saw, she didn't feel like she was at work.
"Oh, Mr. Emmy, didn't you see Reede somewhere?
Without expecting it, Cece heard that.
"Hmm? That? Reede, weren't you at work? I was with some guy. He had a serious look on his face and thought it was his job..."
"Huh! Where did you see him!
When Emmy talks about what she witnessed so lightly, Cece approaches the mood for food.
"Huh? Earlier, on [Poor Street] south of West Side, but?
"Thank you!
"Oh, wait - he's gone..."
Even as Emmy reached out, Cece had already rushed west.
"Let's go. Well, I don't know what's gonna happen... - I'm worried."
Instead of the usual smile, Emmy, with a cloudy look on her face, turned to the west after a while.
Running through the Central District in the shortest possible time, Cece enters the West End.
The western and eastern districts of Gaddis are residential neighborhoods with sprawling dwellings, but the atmosphere is slightly different. The East Side was a hill, with many wealthy houses, while the West Side was home to many of the so-called common people, and collective housing was lined up in a narrow area.
The closer we get to the North Side even in such a West Side, the bigger the house, the quieter the atmosphere, but in turn the less secure the closer we get to the South Harbor Side. Especially near the border with the Harbor District, [Poor Street] has become a slum street as the name suggests, a place that even Gadis residents do not want to get very close to.
Cece stepped foot in such a place for the first time.
The digging shed is lined up and the tent just covered with cloth is disturbed. There was a corpse of a dried animal falling on the road, and an old man sitting on the side of the road, barely breathing.
There are drugs sold that I have never seen in an outdoor store, and people who sell them have no lively faces, and they are whining about bumps and stuff even though they have no customers.
Only there was fading as if he had lost his vibrancy, and Cece put up with his face.
"Reede... where?
Why are you in a place like this? Who is the man with you?
There were many things I didn't understand.
Cece runs down the street without worrying about the gaze around her.
"Shit... I should have asked where I saw you"
Even more regrettable now, it's a waste of time to go back now and look for Emmy again.
"Hey, you... looking for people"
A voice hangs on Cece looking around in a hurry.
"Huh?"
"This way, this way"
If you look, one man is calling from a narrow alley gap. Thin, thin body in worn clothes. A typical slum dweller.
Sheath reached for the dagger he was sitting on, just in case. They are equipped instead of amulets, but they are properly sharpened, so the cuts are good. I don't usually use it, but decided that daggers would be easier to get around in an alley that would be closed.
"Aren't you looking for nuns and priests?
When I walked into the alley, a man said so. Originally it would be blonde, but now it is dirty and dirty, and there was a strange odor about not even taking a bath anymore all the time. I have a bandage wrapped around my right hand, but pus drips from it.
Cece was irritated by physiological disgust at first sight, but tried not to change her expression. Whoever the other person is, Redo said it should be reciprocal at first.
He laughed that he was unconvincing because he hadn't been able to practice it himself, but Cece liked the idea.
Besides, only the man's green eyes are strangely clear and Cece unexpectedly sees them.
"I'm sorry to hear from you all of a sudden. I'm Bran. Well, as you can see, it's the bottom of the bottom, but this still makes a good face around here."
"Oh, I'm Cece. Nun...... Could it be tall and thin"
"Yes, that's the woman. But... sheath... on that armor, weird weapon on your hips... well, you're the hero. Look at me. He hasn't hated me in a while."
"No, I..."
"Well, that's good. I need a favor from you. If you ask me that, I'll tell you where the woman is. No, this story is connected in the first place."
Man - Bran stared at Cece with a serious look on his face.
"Please?"
"Oh... well, it's quicker to look at it. Over here."
That said, as Bran walks to the back of the alley, Cece follows it.
The corner had been turned a few times before becoming a little square.
A few bodies are left in the center of it.
"This is..."
This was the first time a nearby sheath looked up.
There were corpses that had become more black burnt than I could ever imagine what they were and corpses whose necks had been severed.
"I'm a resident who was recently hit by a monster and a killer who came out around here. This black scorcher was hit by a monster, and if he was decapitated, it was the killer who did it."
Cece looked strangely familiar to the decapitated body.
"Well... it's just like the body in the auction house..."
"Hmm?"
"No, I saw the body elsewhere, probably by the same killer. Yes... Reede went crazy after I saw that one too"
I don't know what that means. I don't know, but Cece's instinct showed that Reede was involved in something. And I'm sure this is how they disappeared because they didn't want to get themselves involved in it.
But that's a very... very unsolicited act.
Cece had to be angry when she met Reede, she thought. Because I think that's the role of a party leader.
"I want you to catch this guy's killer. This is the place, the police are not coming, and I'm not involved. That doesn't mean you can't just shut up and watch them kill you irresistibly. But as you can see, there's no money, and even if there is, it's visibly rejected by the Adventurers Guild."
"Really?
"They don't see [the poor]. This place is transparent. Nothing. Nothing happens where there is nothing, so it doesn't move. That's the perception. Shit, right?"
Bran threw up like that.
"I have witnessed so many murderers and the nuns you are looking for together in this city. Provide that information and cooperate in finding it. That's the biggest consideration we can give. Of course, it's a dangerous request, and I know it won't match..."
"I'll take it. However, we will use the provisional request system. We can't move for free, even if the information is worth it."
"I don't mind, but the Alliance's gonna dismiss the request anyway, right?
"It's fine. This is about my feelings."
That being said, Cece offered the guild card with a refreshing face.
"Well, thank you."
Bran smiled clumsily and pressed his finger against the guild card.
The card lights up and the registration of the provisional request is completed.
"Well, let's find it. Tell me about the monster."
"Okay. Explain as you walk. Over here."
Thus Cece began his search for Reede with Bran.
Still, I had the sight of a dream.
Burning orphanage. There's supposed to be a bunch of orphans out there, but they don't scream one.
I knew why I wouldn't go up.
The blood dripping from the sickle I had was telling the story of everything.
The hood is good stuff. If you wear it, you won't see anything. I don't hear anything.
Yet... I'm wearing a hood... why is my chest hurting so bad?
"- Do it. Ya (...) be (...). As usual, just like I taught you, kill (ya) be"
Only that voice tightens its thoughts when it grunts.
"Come on, it's the last one. That's it. And it's finished, and it's your... it's your beginning."
"... I don't... I don't... I don't like it!!!
It wasn't until right after that that I realized that was my voice.
I saw the red lotus. I saw a burning flame.
I saw a frightening sister in front of me.
And the blade was unclean with blood, and it was like a polished mirror that reflected the appearance of the LORD.
One girl wearing a hood and tears in her monastic clothes. That was indisputable - it was me.
"Can't... fail again... can't it be like light and darkness... enough"
The end does not change every time, the end of the dream is stained in silver and red.
I was crying when I woke up.
I can't stop crying. When I woke up I no longer even remembered what a dream it was, but somehow I couldn't stop crying.
I wanted to know how to stop this tear.
That seemed like only one thing.
So I...