Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"Tierra, the Spirit of the Earth. That's my name."

The spirits of the soil fluttered down next to the cat-shaped earthlings that said so and turned into figurines turn to me with a caged eye of anticipation as they sit straight on the stone desk.

The Ballads, unable to listen to the spirits who took off their entities, looked at the disenfranchised earthlings with a strange face, but the audible Julia muttered, "You're going to have a contract with that..." etc., as she pulled her cheeks.

In the meantime, I explore my dreaded self.

That's how I found it, a feeling that was very similar to Rafael and Albione, well connected in the form of a contract, but that remained uncertain.

If the connection with Lafar and the others is continuous, it is only as thin as a jump rope. But it does connect with the spirits of dirt in front of us.

Indeed, I said to the earthly spirits who said, "I want to be on the side of the covenant," and said, "Wouldn't that be nice?" But with such words alone, can we enter into a contract, albeit tentative?

In the midst of confusion, I confirm again that I still do not rely thinly but feel a connection with the Spirit of the earth.

My wish that it be a mistake was vain, and it wasn't my fault. For the third time, I acknowledged the fact that a temporary contract had been concluded.

Such an answer alone seems to allow the Spirit to make a covenant with man. It is no longer a fraud of a bad nature to be regarded as acceptance of a contract merely for casually nodding.

However, no matter how you do it, your covenant with the Spirit is not a bad thing.

I'm not ill-suited to my earthly attributes, but I'm not. But with the covenant with the Spirit of the earth, his ability will be somewhat bottomed up.

To see ancient books, figurines, etc. piled around, it seems that the earthly spirits have lived for quite some time, and that Albione and the others have such a strong power to observe from the way they are paying the minimum of courtesy.

It is a blessing to receive such spiritual protection, and from me wanting to gain strength, this temporary contract is a delightful event. But it's dangerous to be flushed without knowing her true intentions.

I turn to her to explore the sincerity of the earthly spirits who quietly watched me confirm the proof of my tentative covenant many times.

"- What does the Spirit of the earth want from me?

"Thierry, I want you to call me."

To my inquiry, she told me to wait. But the answer brought to me by her is not what I was looking for, and it bothers my head.

The name 'Tierra', which the earthly Spirit has spoken of since earlier, is likely the true name, recalling the deceptively tentative contract and the signing with Albione. I mean, I'm being asked to do this by the Spirit of the Earth right now.

It is a strange story that the price for entering into a provisional agreement is to enter into this agreement. I will say carefully chosen words as I devise how to convey them.

"- What should I give you as a price to call my name?

'I don't need anything. My wish now is to keep an eye on Amelia's descendants on her side so that they don't die without her knowing, so the moment you call me Thierra is what comes true'

I'm breathtaking in those words with a gentle grin on my face.

This agreement, which reveals its true name, is an agreement that connects each other's souls in thick chains.

Therefore, we can feel each other's presence whenever and wherever we are, and if we care about it, we can see the general emotions they have. Spirits without entities can move to the contractor by passing through this connection, and the contractor can force the spirits to call by hand.

The tentative contract is a state of temporary suspension with yarn.

I can feel the connection somewhat, but I can't get much information at once because it's thin. Transmission may also be inhibited by trivial factors, such as a useless yarn phone if the connected yarn is sagged. Also, it is possible to trace the connection, but it is likely that if you try to force them to call, they will break a thousand.

"Please call me Tierra, a child born after Amelia's blood"

Her pleading voice strikes her in the ear.

What the Soil Spirit wants is not a temporary contract that can be easily cut off, and this agreement is even difficult to remove without mutual consent.

There, I felt the profound regret of the earthy spirits who did not know of the death of my grandmother.

- If it's going to happen, I wanted to see you. Lady Amelia.

I strongly thought I wanted to exchange words with my grandmother for burnt brown eyes that shot me straight through. Dead, it should be noted that Grandmother Amelia, so deeply thought of by the earthly Spirit, would have been a lovely man both as a woman and as a nobleman with the Duke.

At the same time I think so, I correct my posture and confront the earth spirits again.

"I always want power. It seeks force and status to protect the name of the Duke of Aginis, which lasts for generations, and the land where family, friends and loved ones live. For me to seek strength in that way, I rarely have a contract with you. With the protection of the earthy Spirit, stronger enemies will be able to fight even their opponents - after graduation, they will have more chances to hold the sword. That's my chosen path. Sometimes I dye this hand in blood in order to fulfill the responsibilities I have decided to shoulder and to get the future I wanted. By signing with me like that, you're throwing yourself into battle."

I will not lie about my thirst, my desires, my outlook for the future, but I will tell them as they are.

Getting a real name means being human but being able to impose on the Spirit. I haven't used it yet because Rafael and Albione are happy to do me a favor, but I can force them to use it even if they don't like it.

I can't think of anything like having power but not using it. If you feel you need it, you will not hesitate to order the Spirit of the earth to fight as well.

But that's not what Grandma Amelia thought.

Speculation, but Grandma Amelia preferred the purity of the earthy spirits, which were cowardly but liked by men. And instead of myself having to fulfill my responsibilities as a nobleman, I suppose I wanted the earthly spirits to remain beautiful. That's why he hated the fight and told me to keep the contract in mind.

"Lady Amelia wanted you to have a peaceful time unrelated to the battle. Every day that goes against my will, I will force you to do what I want. Are you sure?

Look into the scorching brown eyes and ask.

This time the earth spirits revealed my true name to me because I am Grandmother Amelia's grandson. And yet, when I sign the contract, I always trample on my grandmother's thoughts.

- I have something I can't give away.

That's why I leave my final decision to the Spirit of the Earth, as my old lady of the day made. That is the utmost sincerity that can be shown to Lady Amelia and her precious best friend, the Spirit of the Earth.

As she was sitting at her desk, her lips moved slightly as she stared straight at the face of the earth spirits a little higher than my gaze sitting in the chair.

- Really, they look alike.

I wondered if the trembling whisper reached my ear, involving a gently narrowed burnt brown color and gaze. And the spirits of the earth, who turned their thoughts to the past as they stared at me, opened their mouths again once they closed their eyes as they nostalgic.

'I don't mind. I know Amelia's wish well enough, and I understand it won't come true on your side. And on top of that, I hope I'll never regret it again. So call my name - Doyle. "

Having listened to the conclusions reached by the Spirit of the earth, I am called by name and behold, not 'Amelia's grandson', which I had spoken of until the end.

But at the next moment, the spirits of dirt with such expressions as pranks succeeded return to me with a zero laugh. The familiar Spirit seems quite comfortable with his accustomed opponents.

"Tierra."

If you call that name to blame, Tierra laughs happily.

"Doyle, the child who draws the blood of a dear friend. Your kindness and honesty remind me of Amelia. So please let me watch you, until the last moment you finish that raw. Instead, I'll give you as much help as you want."

I felt Tierra's smile telling her so resembled that of her grandmother painted in the portrait.

In three or four hours' time, the night will be dawn.

After the dorm report, I broke up with everyone, and I was coming back to my room with Ballado.

- The elucidation of the Seven Wonders must have met a hell of a lot of attention.

Now that I'm ready for bed, I'm gonna sit back in my chair and think about what happened today.

After signing with Tierra, the earthen spirit, we took a gentle tour of the cave and said goodbye to her. At that time, we returned safely to the ground, although there were various surprises in finding the history books, magic books and precious cloths that the Royal Palace was looking for, which had already lost obsolete manufacturing methods.

And broke up with the spirits that they would return to their respective dwellings. We also broke up with Julia about going to Lady Celery's place, and we reported to the night shift teacher to go back to the dorm. Then he drops off Luce, Solcier and Jeff with Balad, who leave with a satisfying look of what is a little grassy, to this day.

The fact that Tierra and her wife were best friends was the most shocking......

The second, by the way, is the 'sobbing tree' that stopped on the way back to the dorm.

Under the moonlight, the resentment of the outrageous Master Celery hidden in the shade of the trees and the appearance of the school director mourning the ruthless reality whining, "Why did Alan and the Chancellor protest me when it was Aginis and Celery who brought that maid..." was so pitiful that even the spirits said, "Let me leave that one alone" and turned away.

Much of it was stupidity towards Master Celery, but Julia I brought along and this clarification of the Seven Wonders also seemed to be factors that hurt the school director's stomach, so it was up to him to decide once again to send good gastric medications and nourishment products to his heart.

"- Dear Doyle. Well, now I am."

That's how Ballad seemed to finish cleaning up while I was recalling.

"Thank you. I'm sorry you're tired"

I thank my servant who told me to leave the room.

Then I opened my mouth again to offer Balad to take good care of me, even if he was tired.

"You don't need breakfast, so rest in your own room until noon. But don't wait in my room. We're going to be late for lunch, so don't work until after noon and stay on your own rest."

I know I've said too much, but if I don't order this far, this guy will wake up at the usual time and can't wait for me to wake up.

'Cause if I can't do it and you can fall, I'm in trouble.'

If you tell him that in vain, Ballado comes up with a complex look of joy and sadness. I'm glad you're worried sick, but you think you're resting without burning my care.

Tell your squire to rest properly with his eyes, who will behave in an unspeakable manner. Then Balad noticed, too, and snorted.

"... I'm in awe. Thank you for your concern. Then at noon, we will prepare you to wake up and bring you."

"Oh. Sweet dreams."

"Yes. Good night, Master Doyle"

If he says his bedtime greetings with a bitter smile to his job-addicted squire, Balad carefully breaks his hips and heads to the door.

That's how I dropped off Ballado's back as he headed back to the adjacent private room.

Looking at the closed door without a sound, I attract a white pot placed on my desk.

The pot, made of turli and smooth touch-comfortable white ceramic, seems to have been deposited with Tierra when Grandma Amelia came to show her father, who was a baby, saying, "Give it to me when the children of the Aginis find you".

Beautiful flowers are painted in the centre of the pot that must be held with both hands, and the edges and handles are decorated with gold. And the mouth part was tightly closed by earthly magic.

Defeat the kettle and turn the integrated white stone into sand. I might have had a little trouble before, but now that I've gained the protection of the earth spirits, this much work has been easy.

Let the sand out of the kettle to prevent it from entering. Then just re-solidify it into the shape of a true sphere and keep it in the subspace.

If you peek inside from your mouth, which is about a basketball, you can see five books inside. When I took it out, I came out with three blue fitted books and two small sized red books all around.

I read it paralytically, and the blue book said what seemed to be the history of the Aginis family, which had been oral to our Lord for generations, and the other two books were like the diaries of Lady Amelia.

If Sebastian sees it, he's going to cry and be happy...

The history of the lost Duke of Aginis house would be spelled out. Five books, which would be autographed by your wife, are to be treated to subspace, with that thought in mind in the blue book.

And then I turned off the lights and went into bed.

If you lay down your body, the sleeper will come as soon as possible.

He was more tired than he thought because he chased Feniche and ran with all his might.

- If the blue one sees it, let's send it home. Sebastian would be delighted if he had listened to the history of the Aginis family before his grandmother died, because he very much regretted it.

What do you do with the red book? As much as we were in it together, so I guess I can read it, but I don't know about reading a woman's diary. You should send it straight to Grandpa...

In my dreams, I think about books.

- And I can't believe your wife is ready to write down the history of our home, which was an oral tradition for generations... as if she expected to interrupt in her own generation -.

That's when I was trying to leave myself to the sleeper with repetitive, nonexistent, fluffy thoughts that made sense, I can think of fu.

With that said, what caused your wife to die young?

Explore memories in order to resolve the questions you have had in your so-called consciousness.

And I jumped to the fact that I noticed.

"I've never heard of the cause of your wife's death...?

The stunned and murmured answer melted into the darkened room and disappeared.