Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

To be led by a dirt spirit dressed as a black cat, about five minutes.

We headed straight to the left with the main entrance on our back to the high stone wall protecting the Epis School.

You've been fine so far making your entrance to the address here...

Seeing the back of a dirt spirits walking straight towards a poking spot I can see a few meters away, I hiccup to the location of the guided spot. Anyway, there is a school building not ten meters from the walls surrounding the school to which the black cat is headed.

It's not popular at night right now, but if it were daytime, many students and faculty would come and go, which is something that no one has ever blamed before.

I try to focus my consciousness on whether there are any special tricks to mislead people, but I can't discover what they do. However, the question was again resolved by his eyes on the school building.

If you look closely, there are no windows.

- Is this the back of the pharmacy department?

Reminds me of the structure in the school and convinces one.

There are no windows in the vaults provided for the pharmacy, as some types of medicines and materials, such as herbs, are vulnerable to the sun. Of course there are windows in the lab and classroom, but the basic curtains are closed during the experiment. To prevent medicines and materials from being affected by sunlight, and to prevent research content and experimental techniques from being misappropriated.

Pharmaceutical students open thick curtains about during chatter or cleaning that doesn't matter, so I don't have to worry about being blamed for that.

If you sneak eyes, it's a great place, and when you're impressed, the spirits of dirt who arrive directly beneath the walls stop and lower their hips. Just beside her as she sat down, a round stone filled with a fist large on the smooth surface.

"Right here."

As soon as he touched the pong and casually the round stone with the front foot of the black cat, a line of light ran over the ground to draw a square, and the ground disappeared without sound.

A peek into the square hole that I was able to do so revealed a steep downhill paved with tsuru ore reminiscent of marble, illuminated by a pale light.

... How far the hell is this going on?

The slide, which seems unrelated to friction resistance, seems to have quite a slope, making it difficult to look three meters away. Encouraged by an unpleasant hunch spreading across his chest, he could not find an end point, although he could feel the steep downhill stretching deep into the ground while drawing a spiral, using [ground detection] he had recently mastered.

A year ago, it was about five hundred meters. My exploration range now stretches to nearly double the distance. I can't even chase you like that, which means this slide lasts at least a kilometer...

Before the slide, which is predicted to produce quite a bit of velocity, I spit with gokuli.

"Are you going here?

"That's right. At first, it was a staircase, and Amelia said," This is more interesting and easier, "so I improved the material and everything. At the end of the day, she was satisfied, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

I inadvertently doubt the sensibility of my late grandmother in the proudly spoken dialogue of earthy spirits. At the same time, I heard the joyful caged voice of Jeff and Fia from behind, and the conversation between Solcier and Luce.

"... you can come back alive, right?

"With Master Doyle here, you'll be fine."

Behind the voices of Solcier and Balad, who agree with Luce's words, I decide to be prepared. In front of Lutze and the others, who want to trust me, they show anxiety and agitation.

Honestly, I don't think you can enjoy the slide at an angle close to the vertical, but if your wife supervised it, there shouldn't be any danger to the human body. In case anything happens, my body won't take care of it, and if I'm down there first, if I magically slow it down, I can take it.

That's what I told myself, and I tried to calmly turn to the earth spirits. And

"Sorry to disturb you, Soil Spirit"

"Yeah. Enjoy Amelia and my self-confidence."

Returning the unmistakable grin of the spirits of the unholy earth, I stepped into a square hole.

Keeping the circle down at a hell of a speed, just over five minutes. The slide, which would describe 'falling' more correctly than 'slipping', was more thrilling than I imagined.

There were many great ideas for holding my body back from floating, for installing a magic formation that would take my momentum gently at the end point, and for the material of the slide that would not produce friction heat, but I am sorry again. She has a staircase for her return, so if she has the next chance to visit, she plans to ask for it there.

Your wife would love a screaming machine or something......

I float my wife enjoying the slide with cheer and hold that feeling.

A pleasant girl with a sword as a member of the Warrior family while surrounded by many of her companions, a heart generous enough to be childhood tamed with Master Celery, winning enough to flatten Grandpa, and a strong spirit to enjoy that long and steep slide. I even think that Grandpa Guido and Master Celery were more wielded by the image of Grandma Amelia, who was able to do it.

Imagining the young days of my mothers, I once again look over to the dwellings of the earthy spirits.

It is a cave about twenty tatami in size, but the demonic stones of earthly attributes peek into its face from all over the ceiling and sides. The area was surrounded by golden light reflected by amber demonic stones drifting with fine magic, making it a very luxurious space.

But the impression also flips once the gaze drops to the ground. Grandma Amelia just called it a [secret base], and there are many miscellaneous items of any kind, such as cloths that make you feel old, bundles of unknown branches, shields with gemstones and gold embellishments. Some of them were paintings on the verge of writing and magic props on the verge of making them, and remnants that were children's playgrounds were felt.

In the middle of such a soil spiritual dwelling lay a large stone desk and chair, sat down by me and Ballado, Luce and Solcier, Julia, who slightly paled. Jeff and the energetic group of spirits are exploring the cave.

On the stone desk, tea prepared for the number of people and colorful treats are arranged.

By the way, it was the mountain fairies who served the sweets. While we were face-to-face with the dirt spirits, they were sneaking back the sweets that Rafael and the others were spreading. 'I'm good at collecting them sassy, stealing them and running away,' they chested, surprisingly even bringing the grain of tears dropped by the earthy spirits. It is a terrible ability to recover.

And it was the golems about thirty centimetres long created by the earthen spirits who made tea in place of Ballad and Julia, whose physical condition was unexpected. Next to the stone desk were carved stairs for the golems, who were carrying pots and other tea utensils that were more than their height.

It is the words that cannot be spoken, but the Golems cleverly use their little hands to carry out the life of the earthy Spirit with force that cannot be imagined from its body.

Such, faithful to their master, they are currently in the process of carrying an item of fringe to Lady Amelia.

"- In the meantime, could it be something like this?"

The black cat groans, watching the golem unearth books and accessories from the neighborhood and line them up on the desk one after the other, arrayed next to my cup.

Then when she stood up, the golem, drawing on the intentions of the earthly Spirit, stopped excavating and came up on her desk.

"- This is a novel Amelia liked to read, and this is a textbook or notebook she left behind when she graduated. This crate was her favorite baked confectionery, and this is the lamp Amelia bought at a glance when we were going around the school mall together. When you turn on the lights, the dragon will look like it's spraying fire, right? I used it here because it looks good and I bought it, but it's subtle for a duke's maid to hold. And I made the embroidery in the frame with her. I stabbed Amelia on the right half and me on the left."

Lamps carved with old novels, bunches of paper, empty boxes of baked confectionery and a roaring dragon figure to match Black Cat's description, and golems with embroidered paintings of two cats chasing each other in the meadows walk over to the fashion show and show me what they had instead of posing, leaving satisfied.

That is how we listen to the memorabilia told by the Spirit of the earth, and often watch the goods bordering on the Lady Amelia.

The golem brings in a wooden hand mirror, edged with light purple flowers, the last of the lined pieces.

"- This hand mirror was given to me by saying, 'Match it.' Amelia used different colors of pale yellow flowers. I was so glad to say that this hand mirror in different colors is a testament to my friends..."

Gently stroking the hand mirror, the earth spirits zero exhale.

"Amelia was such a sweet girl. He treated me like a human friend and taught me all sorts of things. The horse she fed me with the sweet treats, the fruit and the cat look on it felt so good. Some of them were embroidered or something I don't know how interesting they are right now, but I had a wonderful time doing it while talking to Amelia"

The voice that spoke of the days we spent together seemed happy. But sadness seeps into the scorching brown eyes staring into the hand mirror, and even the smaller black cat's back is more unreliable.

Softly out of sight of the spirits of the dusty earth, I see the memorabilia lined up. Only forty-five years old and obsolete designs and fades can be seen, but they are all very beautiful without dust.

I'm sure he took care of me very much.

And that can be said for everything in the cave.

There is a lot of mess all around, but no dust or dirt can be seen here either.

The tea bowl served was also polished without cloudiness, and although the tea mouthed was not a luxury product, the more aromatic it was, the more tannic it spread.

Perhaps the mountain fairies help me and I regularly renew the leaves. Otherwise, there will be no scent left so far.

[Secret Base] has been set up so that friends can welcome you whenever they visit.

Everything in this place was telling the story of the depth of the thoughts that the earthly Spirit holds towards his wife.

And from the mirrors of friendship and other signs of friendship given to respond to such earthly spirits, I can feel the grandmother's desire not to forget the days we spent together.

The earthen spirits were undoubtedly the best friends of Lady Amelia.

It's because I feel so strongly that the question arises as to why the two of them did not sign a contract.

Should I not ask......

Such an idea passes through the back of the brain at the appearance of the earth spirits who are giving thoughts in the past.

Did you have any deep reasons? No, but if you don't want to be heard with your wife, you won't be invited to this occasion in the first place... so much so that she tells memorabilia while showing off her edges, maybe she wants someone to listen to you.

The desire to know about your wife and the anxiety of hurting the earthly spirits at best.

and it was then.

The black cat who was looking in the hand mirror opened his mouth roughly as he sat back in front of me.

"I've always wanted to be with you, so I've had contracts with you. But Amelia told me to reconsider, and I stopped."

"Did they tell you to reconsider?

"Yes. 'I succeeded the Duke of Aginis, and I have a duty to fight. And I'm proud of that responsibility. So when I get your help, I'll use it to fight. Now, because I want to fight with that guy and the childhood tamers. But I don't think that's the same day you want. I can stay with you, but I'm sure you won't be friends like you are now,' Amelia, who tells you so, seemed very painful. That's why I stopped the contract and gave him the magic stone I made so he could contact me at any time. Because I wanted to be Amelia's [best friend] and I didn't want to make her sad"

Did you also remember your grief by reminding you of the past, tears seeping into the eyes of a black cat?

The war ended the year before Grandma Amelia entered Epis School. Amelia, who lost her father during the war, has been told that she succeeded to the Duke of Aginis while enrolled in the Middle East. Also, Grandpa and I met on the battlefield.

These are the days when the new Celery graduates were sent to the front line.

I didn't hear the details of the time from my grandfathers mouth, so it's just speculation, but I'm guessing Grandma Amelia had taken to the battlefield many times as a general bearing the name of the Duke of Aginis.

It's impossible for me to imagine the harshness with which a girl in her early teens will be on the battlefield as a general or the emotions held by a lady who sees herself up close to Celery and Grandpa throwing herself into battle.

But I know as much as the lady's readiness to tell the earthly spirits to fight when she gained power was extraordinary.

Now I engrave on my heart once again that the name of Aginis is something that must never be hurt, as I portray my late wife.

He then turned his thoughts to the aftermath of a young girl who had succeeded the Duke and experienced war.

I don't think she was able to enjoy her student life with her heart when she stood on top of people as a general. Isn't that why the presence of the earthy Spirit, who was my best friend, was so great in her?

- I guess the lady didn't want to lose a place where she could be just a girl named 'Amelia' without being imprisoned by the fence of human society.

Conclusions overlapping speculation and imagination, but that felt right.

More than anything during the war, the fact that your wife herself crushed the opportunity to gain the immense power she would have craved.

With a blurry view of the earthy spirits, I think of the gritty grain that Grandma Amelia would have held, and as I deepen my respect, I get zero grains of tears on just one grain on the black cat's eyeball, bouncing on the cuttlefish and desk.

It was almost at the same time that she opened her mouth as I turned my consciousness to the earthly Spirit, who hacked back into reality at the sound.

"... I missed her so much to drop her off graduating, and when I heard Amelia was dead before I knew it, my chest was about to rip open. So now I'm going to make a pact so it doesn't happen, and I'm going to stay on my side until I die, no matter what."

The spirits of the earth, who told him so cut, look up at me with their moist scorched brown eyes. He stares and tilts his neck, but the black cat waits without distracting himself from me.

I turn to the resurrected Ballads without knowing what to do now, but if I don't know, they shook my head, so I turn my gaze back to the Spirit of the earth again.

We stare at each other for a while wanting to get some reaction from her, but the black cat doesn't open her mouth and keeps looking at me like she's complaining about something.

"- Isn't that good?

Losing that gaze, I spin affirmative words for now, not knowing her intentions either.

But that was a big mistake.

"Thanks!"

As soon as the earth spirits who heard my reply thanked me with a voice that pushed the joy color forward, the air in the field changes. I have the impression that the air is clear in one way or another, not in a bad direction.

"Now we have a tentative first contract."

I was surprised by the changed atmosphere. Soon the black cat's eyes lost their light, and I wondered if they had returned to just the earthly form, the voice of the earthy spirits, which sounded slightly different, strikes my ear.

"Huh?"

Who did that? It could have been me, it could have been Ballado, Luce or Solcier, or Julia, who was circling her eyes at a black cat who suddenly lost her temper.

It's just that I raised my gaze because of the noise.

That's how I saw the Spirit, who took off his earthly form and returned to what he was.

"My name is Tierra."

You can't read inside the chest of a dirt spirit with a full grin as he tells you what his real name is.

Why, why, questions like that run around the brain.

In the meantime, to the thin connection between it and the earth spirits that I felt, I said in my heart, "It's a fraud -!," he exclaimed with all his might.