Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Even though I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the dark... my body felt like it was floating.

The dark world gradually brightened up.

Then something was heard from a distance.Flutes, drums, bells.It... resembles the tone that was flowing all over the City of the Unseen.

When you open your eyes in bright light and tone, your vision expands at once.There was a bright, wild mountain landscape.

Blue skies. Castles and shrines can be seen on the small mountains nearby.Overall, the location is spacious.You can also see private houses being built in the village.

It's a different place than the village of Yukino.However, the castle's architectural style is very similar to that of the Eternal World.The people in the village...I can see people from a distance.

The clothes of the men and women... are clothes similar or identical to the clothes worn by the inhabitants of the Underworld, although the clothes were dated according to Yoki Emperor and Yura.

The inhabitants of the Underworld City looked like they were dressed up, so the beauty was different from the villagers in the village... but the samurai's attire was quite close to that of the warlords.Of course, I didn't hang a cloth on my face.

On the other hand, what's happening to me... is that consciousness is the only feeling that has entered the dreams of others.It felt similar when I entered the dream that Eufemia and Horn had built and when I went to rescue Rosemary in the book that she was being held captive...

My own figure... is as vague as a collection of my favorites.He is dressed as a small child.This figure is influenced by the perception of the Lord of Dreams.

Outside of my dreams, I was one of the children invited by the secrets.Because this is a key dream...... the outside position and concealment technique are acting, and it is perceived as one of the children in the village, or as part of a landscape that does not feel uncomfortable even in the village.It is a strange story because it is perceived even though it is not directed at consciousness.

I want to keep in mind that even though I am connected to dreams in this way, whether it is a complete dream or the regeneration of past memories, there will be some interference with each other.

Because it is a dream evoked in a way that resonates with my emotions, I think it is content constructed in a way that is attributed to those emotions... but there will be some interference in the flow.

If you are quiet, you will not be recognized, so it is better not to take actions that are inappropriate for the situation.On the other hand... if I show movement and it's a little bit of a thing, my dreams won't break. If this person does this kind of response based on the memory of the key side, they should be able to correct it based on the memory.If I do something unusual and cause a great sense of discomfort, that's not the case, but if I don't act unnatural on the spot, there will be no problem.

Either way, it doesn't seem like there's a problem with the activity, so I head to the center of my dreams... where I can hear the sounds.Two small high mountains in the settlement.It moves towards the sound that can be heard from one of them.

Beyond the road... there was a torii gate at the foot of the mountain and a stone staircase leading up, above which a splendid chapel was seen.It seemed to follow the shrine.After climbing the stone staircase, you will see the plaza and the office where the priests and clergy will be.

The square was decorated with a decorative stage.

A shrine maiden with a sword was dancing on the stage.

She dances with her long black hair tied together...... I don't know the face of that shrine maiden.Because it was covered with a surface.

"The same surface as Tendo..." Because it is a thing in a dream, or if it is a memory of the past, is it before it becomes a surface spirituality?There was an image of a shrine maiden with a sword, a figure and a voice of Tendo, and a face imitating a fine young warrior.

I wondered if the priests would play the kagura to match the shrine maiden's dance.Her face was covered with the same cloth as that of the inhabitants of the Unseen.I could see all the things connected to the current way of the Unseen.

There were people gathered around the stage, and samurai and children looked at it.Some people are training around the stage... it doesn't feel like a festival.The rehearsal has a stronger air.

Eventually, when the shrine maiden finished the dance, applause and cheers came from around her.

You've raised your arm, Shrine Maiden.

"This year's festival will be a good one."

"I'm afraid not."

When the priestly old man wrapped in cloth turned to smile, the masquerade also put the sword in the sheath, then raised the face up and smiled back.

That was nice!

"Shrine maiden, beautiful...!"

"Fufu, thank you."

The children gathered at the shrine maiden who came down from the stage.The shrine maiden greeted the children happily with longing gaze of both men and women.The shrine maiden actually had martial arts skills.The children seem to be quite nostalgic for the shrine maiden, whether they want you to see the results of the training or have a promise to sing along first.

The shrine maidens and children seemed to shine brightly in the soft sunlight... if this was the key memory... I'm sure they cared about this sight.

Looking at me like that, the shrine maiden looked down at me and smiled and gestured to me, wondering if she was somewhat out of the circle.

There is no reason to defy the flow.I nodded and walked forward, stroking my head while the shrine maiden stroked me.

"Shall we relax on the edge of the office?"We all have grass pies, so let's share them. "

When the shrine maiden said so, the children raised their voices with joy.Shrine maiden. The shrine and the clergy are closely connected.It seems like this is the center of the dream, so it's good to follow it quietly.

Moving to the office on the edge of the square, the shrine maiden and her grandmother immediately carried grass cakes from the back of the house.It can be divided into children as well as people on the territory.

In my dreams... but eating doesn't seem to be a problem.The grass rice cakes were delicious.

In the precinct, preparations for the festival seemed to be underway, and the men were decorating in addition to the central stage, but when the grass mochi was brought in, it was time for laughter and rest.

When I listened... there was still a samurai family hostile to the village itself.

It seems that the offensive is getting tougher year after year by joining hands with the group of surgeons to fight the key, and they are gathering forces in the south direction to strengthen their defenses. However, I can hear that the spy broke in and carried out a destruction operation.

But this year's festival seems to be a good one.

"Hmm. With Kagiri-sama's protection, I won't lose." Satoshi is also Yasushi. "

A man who looks like the head of the samurai family and an old man of the clergy are talking about it while drinking tea.Looking at such a sight, someone came up the stone staircase.

A young man with two children... with a sword on his waist.I can understand the samurai family from the point of view of their personal appearance and origins.The shrine maiden waves her hand with a smile as she admits their appearance.Both of them came to the office and were laughing as they received kusaki.

Apparently, one of them was the son of the leader.On the other side--that friend.I must have climbed the stone steps with a friendly smile... but... there was a moment when my emotions came out of that expression as I watched the leader's son and the shrine maiden laugh happily from the side.

He has very cold eyes. Don't look at your close friends.

... I see. Perhaps he is the "traitor".I don't know if this man exposed his attitude in such a bad way at the time, but if the subjectivity of the key is affecting the dream, it is not a coincidence that the warm sunshine shone as soon as they appeared and the ambient temperature felt as if it had dropped.

In response to the disturbing air, the sounds, laughter, and landscapes were moving away as if they were dim.There must have been something that the appearance of the men reminded us of.I realized that the landscape I dreamed of was about to change.