Din no Monshou (WN)

The Union is the most commercially developed country on the continent.

Naturally, you can't go around the sights in a day.

He then went around looking at the capital, Millianport, over the next few days.

By the way, the first day we were in D.C.,

Bud and Sonia seemed to be moving a lot too.

When me and Walkins got home, Bud was already back at the mall.

It is remembered that he looked like he had accomplished something.

But somehow there was new blood on his hoodie coat.

I've pointed that out.

Bud just had an inferior grin that he "didn't do it a little too hard".

I can't ask you what you did so hard.

Well, maybe you were looking forward to it.

That day, by the way,

Sonia apparently had written the letters she needed to make a compromise with the other merchant kings.

Then there was an example bombing in the powerless zone, and I think you'll be followed through with it.

At the time Sonia was moving,

Isn't the Special Zone connected to the United States?

And I wanted to get into it.

But I can't say anything when I see Sonia coming to business with confusion but hard work.

It was my first day full of turmoil, but after that, I was able to stay safe -

And today.

Finally, 10 days were cut to the holding of the Merchant King's Council.

The merchant kings who plan to participate are continuously gathering in the capital.

All I do on the day of the King of Merchants' meeting is give him a letter and a tablet. Very simple job.

But I'm really nervous about where the Great One will sit.

If I don't hide my heart, I don't like it.

Maybe because it reminds me of an interview I went through in my previous life.

Just thinking about it makes my emotions dark and cloudy.

I couldn't say anything back because I couldn't do anything.

"- But not now"

With that word, I woke up physically.

It is now 4: 00 in the early morning.

Old people in town and getting up early to play each other's battles.

I passed in front of the other room, but I hear Walkins and Bud are still asleep.

Second, the ornate curator's office of decoration catches my eye.

This is the room where Sonia works.

The lights were leaking slightly into the hallway.

Not particularly, but I peek inside.

Then Sonia lay down on her desk and slept.

"... I don't think so"

He's not dead.

If he was assassinated in bed, he wouldn't be in style.

Slowly approaching, I heard a little sleep.

Good, I'm just sleeping.

But...

"... I'm gonna catch a cold"

Sonia kept her monastic clothes and buried her face in the paperwork.

It wouldn't be that thin fabric clothing, but this time just chills in.

I grabbed the blanket in the room and hung it on her shoulder.

Then Sonia's body moved pickly.

"So, who - huh!?

Stand up gatan as if frightened.

But because it was a sudden move, I was about to fall out of balance.

"... Knee, yah!

"- Hey."

I put one hand on my desk and support Sonia's back.

She looked surprised,

When he looked at me, he exhaled a soothing breath.

"... Was it Mr. Regis?

I'm sorry, I don't like it... "

"No. I was about to catch a cold, so give me a break."

But that was an unusual fright.

It was as if he was being chased from something.

Looking at Sonia's complexion, she's been pointing at my right hand.

"Mr. Regis, that hand..."

I gaze into my own hands when I'm told.

There was a horizontal line running flat in his hand and blood seeping out.

Oh, did you just cut it with a paper knife when you got your hands on it?

He seems a lot worse at blood and Sonia is very upset.

"Oh, oh... I was just writing a letter without cleaning up"

"It's a scratch. I'm fine -"

It hurts to watch, so I try to stick my right hand in my nostalgia.

No problem if you disinfect it later.

But Sonia wrapped my hand around it with both hands.

"... Huh?

A young woman holds my hand, and I'm thrilled.

Oh, my God, I'm not booking a handshake.

When I was confused, Sonia shrugged with magic.

"God bless the warriors of Yong-mai.

A soothing breath to the scratches of war - "Carmbreath."

Magic is poured into the wound.

Occasionally it resembles the fluctuations of the magic vegetables emitted by Alec.

Very soft and comfortable to relax your whole body.

If I noticed, the wound on my hand was about to clog.

"No way, healing magic......?

"Yes, the only magic I can use"

Surprised.

Even though it is a precious magic dictated by talent.

Extracting a skilled magician would not allow you to handle healing magic by 1%.

Of all the people I know, it's about Alec.

I raise my voice of admiration.

"Amazing talent..."

"Oh, that's not true.

You can't fire or thunder like a magician. "

Sonia gets depressed all the time.

Sure, it doesn't seem appropriate for five-line magic...

Magicians can handle the healing magic they want so much they can get their hands out of their throats.

I want you to be more confident.

"Somewhat, I was learning magic, so I assure you...

This is something to be proud of, Sonia. "

I shake her hand back.

Then she dyed her cheeks and nodded cocklessly.

"Oh really...

I never thought I'd be proud because merchants don't have to. "

If I said that, the Merchant wouldn't need five lines of magic either.

Well, I'm sure everyday life will be convenient.

And then when it comes to exercising strength, five lines of magic are strong.

But there's nothing more to feel than being able to use a rare thing called healing magic.

"But... that sounds tough"

I look on the desk where Sonia was stuck.

Written and creepingly rounded letters.

Splashed ink on the underlay.

And a paper knife with blood on it.

Except for the last one, it was on a desk where Sonia's hard work could be seen.

"That's an amazing amount... wouldn't it break your bones to write a letter too?

"That's not true.

I'm just taking over the work that my father was doing for me... "

That said, Sonia sits in the chair again.

Was it still in the middle of work?

I sit down beside Sonia and ask.

"Does it feel like it's not over yet?

"Oh no...... all you have to do is clean up"

Sonia collects scattered scraps of paper everywhere in one place.

And he was trying to wipe away the ink that splashed the cloth in his hand.

But the stubborn ink seems very strong.

"I'll help."

"Oh, no... I'm sorry"

"I'm used to this kind of thing, so I'll take care of it"

With that said, Sonia has handed me a cloth for fear.

I am good at cleaning these kinds of things.

Hey, don't remind me of a time in my last life when I pummeled ink in my room.

My father saw my fuzzy duvet dyed black.

"Kuk...... I slept in a pitch-black wing and excused myself from being a paranoid beast (Beast)" and he kicked me down.

That's when I wiped it off in 3 days crying.

Trauma excavation work aside.

You can rely on drugs, but they fall off completely differently with one rub.

I gripped the cloth hard and began to wipe the crap off.

And that's when - the miswritten paper caught my eye.

And I realize there is.

There are two types of handwriting.

Something with a slightly round and soft touch seems to be Sonia's letter.

If so, the other handwriting is from an earlier generation-

It's awkward to be silent, so I look at the rounded paper and tell him.

"My predecessor Nash died of illness."

"Yes...... my father has been ill with his lungs for several years now.

It was unexplained and seemed like a morbidity that would never heal. "

He said the medical condition was serious, and that he was hemorrhaging when he overworked.

To avoid any strain at all, the predecessor Nash avoided abrupt movements, etc.

As much as possible to help such a father, it seems that Sonia was helping him with his work, beside his studies.

"I went to college in the capital until last month.

I was desperate to learn a little bit about business, with a slight force. "

Supporting his father's business with tricks and studies.

I couldn't live like a girl or anything and even seemed to put my heart and soul into business.

"The proxy Kofi has been in a state of well-being for the past year or two."

As Sonia grew, so did the number of scabs in her predecessor Nash.

At one time it recovers to a normal healthy body,

I also hoped that maybe the disease would heal.

But the reality was heartless.

"Such a fold - the raid of the dragoon brought the tablet,

I heard your father was in danger. "

Seems like it happened between now and then.

A army of dragoons flew into the city while I was studying at the college.

There were dragon killings and great pirate fights that struck the enemy hard, but the merchant's lifeblood stone slab was stolen.

And it was the Astrite family like no other who had been entrusted with the management of the tablet.

I can't apologize to the other merchants for this.

The disease of Nash, an exorbitant predecessor, recurred.

The amount of hemoptysis at that time was:

They were enough to dye one side of the tablecloth red.

"By the time I got back to the hall, my father was already breathless."

Sonia looked sad and leaned down.

My chest hurts and my hand stops wiping off the ink too.

Sonia grips her monastic clothes in a giggle and makes a fine voice.

"... whether he spoke up or called me father... he didn't respond"

He couldn't even say goodbye, and his father died.

It would be a cruel and extreme end for a girl who had missed her father.

I finish wiping the scattered ink.

At that moment, I saw eye to eye with Sonia, the uppermost.

It's a sad face.

"This is what I couldn't tell anyone and was doing to my chest..."

Sonia put her hand on her chest without cutting her gaze off from me.

And I grabbed my monastic clothes to withstand something I couldn't see.

"I was... scared."

Sonia groaned with a potpourri.

Just one word, but the emotional words are heavy.

She glances out the window.

"Even the Chamber of Commerce's private soldiers have never been so numerous until recently."

I guess it was less originally.

But the need to increase the number of people has arisen, that is.

Sonia told me about the old days in agony.

"Last year, my father was attacked by an unidentified bad guy.

I managed to repel it, but the medical condition was worse in one case...

I've never been assassinated before... "

This, Bud said.

In a coalition where the Merchant King has maintained friendship and cooperated, there has been no assassination or anything else.

However, as more merchant kings took the breath of the empire, raids and assassinations began to intensify.

But predecessor Nash responded to that change.

He increased the number of private soldiers and called on other merchant kings to defend themselves.

The king was right, I guess he was a really capable man.

"... I lost my mother early, and my father was the only one I could count on."

Even from Sonia's words,

I can see how big the predecessor Nash was.

As the merchant king who leads this city,

As a father who cares about Sonia,

He was the one who kept supporting this house.

That's why Sonia's suffering grows everywhere.

"But my father is gone, I lost my tablet, and I was threatened by the pro-Imperialists..."

Despair begins to mix with Sonia's voice.

No, you're not.

Did the vanity you were working on begin to peel off?

She mocked herself a little and spoke of anxiety.

"I... I think.

I inherited the house too... like my father and mother,

I thought you were going to die on some kind of applause. "

"It's okay."

Take her hand.

To blow Sonia's gloomy hunch,

I assured him in a firm tone.

"We delivered the tablet.

With the Neutral Merchant King on his side in the Merchant King's Council, the Imperial Merchant King will always remain silent. "

"But can someone follow me immaturely... I can't help but be scared"

What do you have to worry about?

I thought so for a moment, but given her predicament, I understood.

Until just before that, she was one of the girls who went to college.

But my father's misfortune led me rapidly to bear all my destiny.

Even if favorable conditions are in place, you're probably anxious.

Will the old and spicy king of merchants join me?

And after this merchant king's meeting, will you acknowledge me as a member of the dignitaries who rule the country?

I guess Sonia is frightened by invisible worries.

I have had similar feelings about different situations.

In the end, no one could save me then.

But if I ever see someone like that...

At that time.

What I wanted you to do.

I want you to be that person.

That's why I...

"Rest assured"

He was as gentle as possible and spoke to Sonia.

"More than we've met like this, I'll help.

I'm sure Bud and Walkins will help Mr. Sonia. "

I don't like to see a girl's sad face.

I don't like static in front of that situation any more.

Because I can't help but remember the old days that made my precious flesh parents cry.

"Are you still anxious about this?

I spoke as if I were going to settle the past.

Finally, smile gently.

Sonia then circled her eyes a little surprised.

But when I wipe my eyes with my sleeves, I come down with a fearful head.

"No...... thank you, thank you"

The face was full of relief somewhere.

Looks like we got rid of some of our worries.

Sonia was shy when she met me.

But again I tend to hesitate to stare upwards.

"Master Regis looks a little like your father"

... Yep.

Was it about this that you said "similar" the other day?

I didn't expect you to say that.

I could only give back a bitter laugh.

"I'm younger."

So is age, and so is merit.

It is not equipped with such majesty as to stand shoulder to shoulder with the king.

But Sonia still didn't deny it.

He groans like he eats down.

"... the atmosphere."

"Atmosphere?"

When I asked, Sonia cheered up her face.

And he tells me what he didn't even anticipate.

"Yes, it was as if - you were comforting your daughter or sister"

…………

For some reason, my chest was attacked by the feeling of being tightened.

Just one word, speak up and cheer up.

That alone moved Sonia's mind.

It was so easy.

Why am I... to my sister...?

――――

No, let's not.

What I couldn't do back in the day, I can do now.

Rather it is something to rejoice in.

Let's feed on regret and move on.

I'm sure I looked pathetic.

But Sonia didn't point that out.

Because she's...

"I'm really... similar, I'm here.

When I... am about to cry,

There's something that will get you in person... really... "

Tears began to mix in her voice.

The emotions I've been hiding...

I was stuck in my heart.

I guess he's trying to come out on the table.

She's been clutching my hem, keeping her eyes open.

"... excuse me, I have a favor to ask..."

"What is it?"

"... a little bit, that's fine. Can I borrow your breasts, please?"

Her hand, holding the edge of her clothes, was trembling helplessly.

I guess it's the best expression of emotion.

But I can't answer instantly.

Because I'm not the one she wants, and now she's dead...

I'm not your father.

I think maybe I've said something cruel.

But I don't mind.

I can't replace someone.

I stabbed the nail, but still Sonia nodded cocklessly.

"... I know"

"If that's okay with you, go ahead"

I put my arms down and put my hands off my chest.

Then she deposits her weight in a voice that is still going to disappear.

"... thank you, sir"

He's nodding his face at my chest.

The girl was weak enough not to think of herself as one of the monarchs to rule the great country.

Sonia shrugged something as she pressed her cheeks against her.

"…………"

I can't hear you.

I don't think that's the word for me.

I guess you're putting into words that you don't have the organization in you.

To acknowledge the cruelty of the moment.

"I think, I'll let it out.

This is how I used to sweeten my father... "

Twitching and droplets stained my clothes.

That was definitely Sonia's tear.

"... I couldn't even make friends, and you stroked me in the house with your head..."

Really, I guess my predecessor Nash was a fine man.

So much depends on me by my flesh parents, and I can make you sad.

You were the opposite of me once.

You couldn't contain it anymore, Sonia started leaking whimpers.

"But my father... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Sudden death without even saying goodbye.

The greater the love that was directed at it, the more it turns into infinite sorrow.

I lost my pillar of mind. Note that Sonia was about to behave in a temperament.

As Walkins said,

I guess I've been holding back the desire to cry out.

"... to live long enough.

My sunny clothes... till I see them... they won't die... "

Promises that were not fulfilled.

Sonia, left alone in solitude, could not complain of grief to anyone.

That accumulated sentiment must have decimated it here and now.

"Thank you... ooh, ooh... ooh, ooh, ooh!

At the end of the day, Sonia cried out loud.

It explodes emotions, not to anyone.

I didn't say anything and stroked her head gently.

I didn't try to replace my father.

I just wanted to show that there was someone I could count on.

In the end, I kept accepting her thoughts until Sonia was tired of crying.

Think about what a dependable flesh parent should have been.

◆ ◆ ◆

How long has it been?

Outside the window it was slowly starting to light up.

The night has completely dawned.

At the same time, I notice my hips lifting from my spine.

It's caused by the fact that I'm sleeping and supporting Sonia who's about to slip off.

It's not like she's heavy.

It's just tight if you keep your posture stiff for a long time.

".................. n"

And here Sonia looked up.

Blurry, he looks up at me.

I wonder why he sleeps with it hanging over him.

From a decent face, I could see such a thought.

But you remembered the last minute?

Sonia rushed away from me, keeping her cheeks tidy.

"And if... excuse me!

The moment Sonia left, I realized there was.

From her mouth to my clothes, my saliva was pulling the thread.

I decided I didn't see it, and I get up slowly, too.

Then Sonia has spoken quickly, about to bite her tongue, and has spoken freshly of apologies.

"And in a private matter, I asked the messenger to be impotent...!

It was a pattern I had just met......!

And thank you for your kindness.....................!

"It doesn't matter."

If I left him alone, he'd just jump out the window.

To calm me down, I turned back my voice in contrast.

But Sonia's wolf doesn't fit in.

I guess I remembered what I was complaining about in a potato ceremony.

Awww, and I'm going to bow my head to excuse myself.

"... you know, that's, like, moving...!

To my father, he said something similar... weird...!

also, i couldn't help but say!

Apparently, he's pretty embarrassed.

Well, disclosing one's heart is something that everyone is resistant to.

"I think it's time for you both to wake up, so I'm going downstairs"

I'll show her downstairs.

Then Sonia opened the door with the kind of momentum that would overtake me.

"Oh, I'm going too! It's breakfast time."

No heart or the depressing strong tension appears to have disappeared from Sonia's expression.

Perhaps he exuded grief and calmed down a little.

I saw Sonia slip into the kitchen and thought so.

and noticed that there was a large box at the edge of the room.

I don't even seem to be hiding anything, so I'll take a peek.

That's where they were.

…………

It was a massive scripture.

Surprising thickness.

And every one of them is authored by hand.

Considering the dimensions of the box, maybe 200 books will be in there.

The note placed on the pile contained a roster of recommended opponents.

There's a name for me and Walkins on the newest spot, and it's marked round.

Directly above it, along with Bud's name, was written a bat stamp.

If you look all the way through the roster, you have a 90% + chance of being denied receipt.

It looks like not five of them received it.

I found out why I almost cried when I tried to say no.

It kind of makes me sad, too.

"True... you're pious"

Let's just say we didn't see any preaching activities full of consecutive defeats.

Sixteen Nights God, I hope it's popular in this country too.

I closed the door to the room and followed Sonia.