"If"
A voice that tends to shy away from alleys.
When Almark looked at you, there was a nasty old man sitting.
is laying a loose dirty rug on the ground and sitting there with his back open.
Looking at his slender body, Almark began to wonder if he was begging, but stopped unexpectedly when his eyes met the pale blue eyes of the sunburned old man.
"Almark?
Wendy looks suspicious.
For the fortunetellers, it seemed like a dressed duck with three children, and many times before, Almark never showed any interest in them.
"What's wrong, Grandpa?"
Wendy didn't think the old man was a fortuneteller either. Stop and look at the old man strangely.
However, Almark recognized the blue eyes.
"Are you interested in my eyes?"
The old man smiled.
"This eye is called the star reading eye. They receive all sorts of revelations from the movement of the stars, whether they like it or not."
"We don't need fortunetelling. I'm going home now."
Did you think the old man who started talking unilaterally was an attractive client? Morgan broke in between Almark and the old man and waved.
The old man shakes his head with a smile.
Laughing spreads wrinkles all over your face and makes your eyes look like they're all wrinkles.
"I'm not trying to do business. I don't need any money."
Returning to her true face, her blue eyes still catch Almark.
"It's just that the three of you are too interesting. I was unintentionally asked to speak up as a star reader."
"No, that's why we..."
Almark stood in front of the old man, taking control of Morgan.
"What does Grandpa see?"
When asked by Almark, the old man looked up straight at Almark.
Those blue eyes.
Almark realizes that his instincts were right.
This old man called himself a star reader.
I wonder why. It was very similar to the dean's eyes.
However, I thought the eyes of the dean were far deeper than the eyes of this old man, and the bottom was unknown blue.
"After all, I'm just a star reader. All you see is the movement of the stars in heaven and the movement of the stars that inhabit you. You have to read it."
The old man said that and saw Wendy standing behind Almark worried.
Wendy chewed her lips anxiously with no good fortune.
The old man slowly raised his right hand and made a grip.
Then raise your index finger and slowly draw the circle again and again in front of Almark.
"This is...."
That distorts the old man's face.
It's a vortex.
"Vortex?"
Almark answers in suspicion.
Anyway...
The old man stops his hand and nods.
"You and the cute lady behind you."
Wendy trembled at the words.
"You two will be drinking in a big vortex from now on. No."
The blue eyes of the old man glow as if they were sparkling in the sunlight.
"I've already started drinking."
According to the old man, Almark frowned.
"Is that vortex about darkness? Or a snake."
"Snake"
The old man hits his knees.
"Oh, is this a snake? What's hidden in this vortex?"
"Almark"
Wendy pulls the hem of Almark's clothes from behind.
"Let's go."
"But I can also see the light. Darkness and light alternate."
The old man continued his words.
"But this vortex... It's huge. It's about you. It's like,"
There the words are cut off unexpectedly.
I noticed a gentle sweat on the old man's forehead.
The old man holds his temples down with his fingers and shakes his head.
"I'm not worthy of my age, and I'm trying to see something beyond my boundaries. I'm sorry, that's all I can see. If you try to see it any more, your eyes will be crushed."
Yeah, that's enough.
Almark nodded.
Looking back with a refreshing face, Wendy and her sad expression met.
Almark gently touches his shoulder and smiles.
"You don't have to look like that. Didn't you listen to this old man?"
"... eh?
"We're drinking together in a vortex."
That's how I nodded to Wendy.
"We'll be fine together."
Wendy smiles slightly when she hears it.
"Maybe so. Together."
"There's nothing left to say if Morgan were here."
That said, looking at Morgan, Morgan clearly looked dissatisfied.
Um...
Morgan speaks to the old man.
"Grandpa, I said 'three of you' at first, but I only talked about these two. Have you forgotten about me?"
Ah.
An old man with a slightly tired face holding the corner of his eyes looked up at Morgan with a smile.
You're a spoon.
"Keys?"
Morgan has a good time.
"A spoon is a spoon that eats food?
Anyway...
The old man nods heavily.
Here's the key.
"What, that?"
Morgan inflated his cheeks.
"Grandpa, you're saying it's appropriate because I like eating. What do you mean, I'm the spoon?"
But the old man just smiles and doesn't answer anything.
"You don't have to share what you like to eat."
Morgan sighed.
"I'm going, Almark, Wendy. Let's go home."
"Oh, thank you, Grandpa."
The old man took control of Almark's attempt to get the money out of his pocket.
"I said that earlier. I don't need any money. I just saw it on my own. As a star reading, I showed you something good."
"Really... I see."
Almark gently placed one of the baked confectioneries that Morgan wanted to thank him for on the old man's lap.
It's not money, so it's fine.
Almark lowered his head and urged Wendy to follow Morgan.
"This is why I don't like divination."
Morgan was still plump as he walked.
"Because people say things they don't know."
When Morgan looks back, the old man sitting in the alley looks at Morgan and tries to lift something up.
"That old man, he's still doing it."
Morgan said.
"Do something with a spoon. You're kidding me."
"Don't be upset, Morgan. My grandfather must have just said what he saw."
According to Almark, Morgen
"That might be true, but...."
and frowned.
"But I don't know. I feel like I'm the only one being stupid."
Every time Morgan looked back, the old man tried the same trick again and again.
"They both said something about a vortex, but don't worry about it. I'm sure he's not that good a fortuneteller."
Morgan shook his head and concluded so.
I'm sure you will.
The old man murmured against Morgen's back as he grew smaller.
"A spoon that lifts you both up from the big vortex. But perhaps you're not aware of that role."