Dream Life

December 4th.

On the afternoon of the second day of his arrival in Gilsall, he is looking for a horse, a leg for his way to the Temple of Claretore.

Gilsall has few horses for horseback riding, because Beatrice and Mel looked for them in the morning but couldn't find them.

There was no handover other than a commercial guild when it came to looking for it, and neither did its commercial guild have any information on the rented horse.

As a result, we have to adopt an inefficient method of walking around the city and looking.

When we gathered information around the store where we went in the morning to talk about groceries that would serve as ingredients for alcohol, we were able to secure only two heads on the condition of buying them. They say it's a horse the Jilsor royal family let go to cut expenses.

"I hope Beatrice and the others find it," he said to Liddy.

"Wouldn't it just be two heads? Seventy kilometers, if we don't have the luggage, we can get there in three days."

"You sure do. Besides, I don't know how many days he's over there, and there's a chance he won't get the leaves."

The destination is the Temple of Creatore, but the temple is in a small village called the village of Natalis. According to pedestrian information, it is a small village with a population of about two hundred, and it seems subtle whether horse bait can be secured.

He had also heard that livestock huts were few and had begun to think that a smaller number of horses might be better.

Not only are there most livestock huts, but there are no extra ordinary houses, so it seems that our own place to stay could also be a barn.

We'll rendezvous with Beatrice in the evening, but we still couldn't secure the horse.

Speaking to Professor Kittley Erbain on foot,

"Right. If there's a horse carrying my stuff, I can handle it. I'm sorry to hear that."

Most of our luggage is in storage magic (inventory), so it seems to be fine, but I'm sorry to have to travel on foot.

"Isn't it just fine because we were stuck on a ship? I agree to walk."

"I agree, too. I'm sorry I couldn't find the horse, but I haven't walked properly in two months, so I'm anxious to see if my ankles are weak."

That's how Beatrice and Mel agree.

I'm talking about lack of exercise, but I wasn't so worried because even during the voyage I didn't lack workout on the deck, and I'm climbing masts and mixing with the sailors to help adjust the sails.

However, they are right in terms of walking for a long time, so they think it would be a good idea to walk in the woods for the first time in a long time.

"Well, that means we're leaving tomorrow," Mr. Kitley confirms.

"What should I do to buy more food," I said.

"Zach, is it okay for me to be in your storage magic? You can buy more if you want."

"For once, I think the six of us will have a couple of months, but just in case, tomorrow morning, I'll go buy some food."

The next morning, I buy fruits and vegetables from the store I went to the day before, and I also buy fish freshly fried in water at the fishing port.

Leaving the city of Gilsall around 10 a.m.

I decided not to ride the horse, but to put my stuff on. Then you may think it doesn't have to be a horse for horseback riding, but we need a horse for her because it could behave differently from Mr. Kitley.

As we walk out of the city towards the northeast, we immediately enter the groves. It seems to be a safe place as information suggests, and there wasn't even an easy fence on the city boundary.

Miscellaneous forests are rich in broad-leaved trees, and the roads are buried with fallen leaves.

"You really don't have any sign of a demon. There are a few more signs in the forest west of the village."

I thought the same thing about Beatrice.

"You have the footprints of a beast. It's not as big as a wild dog, so it looks like a fox or something."

"That's a lot of birds. The hunters in the village will be delighted."

Sharon points to a mountain dove pecking small fruits as he says so.

Walk for about two hours across a small pause.

Though the road is hard to understand by being buried with fallen leaves, it is easier to walk than I thought and it feels like seven or eight kilometers are going.

Have lunch with a break. Me and Sharon's magically warmed soup and some baked bread bought from Aurelia.

It's been two months, but it's still warm enough because it's a thousandth of the time in the inventory.

"It's been a while since I've walked and it feels good," Beatrice said, but Liddy said, "I'm a little tired. I knew you lacked exercise," he blurred.

"I'm a little tired, but I'm better than I thought," Kitley also tells Liddy as she rinses the soup.

"Is Sharon okay?," he replied cheerfully, "No problem at all".

If Sharon, who is physically weakest, is okay, he won't have a problem, and if he has to, he just needs to ride a horse.

The day could have gone on for another twenty kilometers or so.

As the information suggests, you never meet a demon, so much so that you can illuminate yourself walking on a safe hiking course.

Be on guard on the first night, just in case. But nothing else came out just because an animal like anagma appeared invited by the smell of a fish based dish.

The next day I also walk east in the morning.

The grove trees gradually sparkled and the rocks turned into a bumpy wilderness.

The altitude also rises slightly, with the blue Australis Sea visible beneath the eyes. A sighting, but at an altitude of two or three hundred meters or so.

The day passed and nothing happened, and I entered the third day.

The altitude will be even higher, but we will enter the forest again, blocking our vision. And in the afternoon, the trees of the woods had grown from woods to woods, with more large trees such as jaws, oaks and cedars.

"I think the atmosphere has changed. It reminds me of the Sartooth Forest," Mr. Kitley said, and Liddy nodded, "Right."

"It feels close to the forest west of the village to me," Mel says, both Sharon and "I agree".

I agree, Beatrice said, "It looks like my hometown forest to me."

"It also looks like a forest in the village of Rasmore. Maybe something reminds me of my hometown forest."

He was groaning as he looked around.

(Don't feel sacred in this forest. I can't say where... but if there's a birdhouse ahead of us, you wouldn't be surprised if the company hall came out. Like that......)

We're all silent because of the atmosphere.

After the atmosphere changed, I realized the road was paved.

I looked it up during the break and found out that it uses earthly attribute magic.

"Is this the path made by the Empire?," Liddy asked.

"Maybe not. At least not after the expansion of the Empire."

When I answered that, Mr. Kitley joined me in saying, "How do you know?" He just seems interested in teaching history and theology.

"Imperial military roads incorporate hardened (hardening) magic formations. There must be a demonic crystal stone somewhere for that, but I don't see it. It is possible that the Demonic Crystal Stone alone is gone, but the structure itself is different"

That said, he goes to the side of the road, pointing to where the ground is turned and the side of the road is visible.

"If you look here, you'll see, it's a simple layer structure. If you are on the path of the Empire, it has a two-tiered structure of surfaces and underlying parts that work the magic of hardening. You can say it's different from this point of view."

"That's Dr. Raspade's favorite apprentice. The magic team and the magic props won't even reach your feet."

Mr. Kitley was impressed with my explanation, but he felt a little confused.

"How long ago was it?" Sharon has joined the story.

"That's a tough question. I'm not sure, but I think it was over two thousand years ago."

"How do you know?" Mel also shows interest.

"First of all, it's stone making. Not exactly the same, but close to the old things of the Empire. Unlike ancient civilizations, and if it's not current technology, it's most likely that age."

The Caerm Empire was founded approximately three thousand years ago in the Tria calendar year. Prior to that, it was called the Kingdom of Caerm and was only one kingdom on the Wale Peninsula. Architecture still remains around that time, and I see it when I go to the Imperial City.

Buildings are made differently around the millennium of the Tria calendar, which is the period of the founding of the Empire and the expansion of the Empire. Sometimes the magic formations don't incorporate, but the strength of the stones is subtly different.

Also, the stone materials of ancient ruins are even different. Imperial objects are different from the concrete and architectural stones of the original world.

Surface smoothness and abrasion resistance, and durability against bending and compression are far superior to objects from ancient sites. Perhaps an analyzer would tell, but I can't imagine what composition, so I can't reproduce the same thing.

"It's possible, but maybe a little later. I'm sure the Empire never expressed an interest in Jilsol, so it's possible that the Empire's latest technology didn't come in."

Finish your break and start walking again.

Around 4 p.m., people's footprints became visible in the woods.

"It feels like you're a hunter. Or have you come to fetch some vegetables or firewood? Either way, the village looks close."

As Beatrice saw it, walking further enough suddenly opened his sight and saw the village.

It is a basin with a small clean river running, with about twenty to thirty private houses, surrounded by fields.

I look around, but I don't see a building that looks like a temple. Not surprisingly, the story I've heard of a pedestrian who's been to this village is that it's in the woods, but looking only at the sight in front of me, it only looked like an idyllic mountainous countryside.

As he entered the village, five men appeared. The age is about magnificent from the youth, burnt in the day but with a light body, he would be a farmer in this village.

"What can I do for you in this village," the oldest man said. I can tell from that voice that I'm on guard.

"My name is Kitty Erbain. He is a researcher at the Tilia School of Magic in the academic city of Doctus. I've been looking into the Temple of Clare Tor, and I'm pretty sure this is the village of Natalis."

"There is no mistake in the village of Natalis... that it is a study..." reacts to the word research.

Mr. Kitley hastily added an explanation.

"When it comes to research, the clergyman just tells us the story. Of course, I'm not going to force you to do anything without forgiveness."

The word dissipates tension from the man's expression.

"I don't seem like a bad person... but can someone get me a cleric? It's not a judgment."

The youngest man runs north.

"My name is Connally and I am the village chief of this village. I was wondering if you could come to Noon's house."

As I followed Connally, I immediately stopped in front of a private house. In a wooden bungalow, the roof is a gray slated, elegant house. He said he was a village chief, but he was very much the same size as the rest of the house.

"Nothing, but please come in. If the horse can keep it around, I'll keep the leaves and the water."

For a moment I thought I could trust you, but I suggest to Mr. Kitley, "Let's do what the village chief said".

"Me and Mel will unpack and take care of the horse. You guys stay in first."

That's what Beatrice said with a meaningful and carefree look.

I'm guessing you're going to make sure your surroundings are safe while you unpack.

Connally followed into the house. Some middle-aged women, in their fifties or so, were cooking in a jar.

"Oh, you're a customer. Sometimes it's unusual," he says to Connally without alarm.

"As you can see, it's a small house. Sit down, please."

Besides Connally and his wife, a couple of sons, a man and a woman in their late twenties and a girl about five show up. Connally said to his son, "Ask him to take care of the horse," he lowered his head with a pepper before heading outside. My wife and daughter bowed their heads in the same way and went back to the back.

"May I have a word with you until the clergyman arrives? The cleric told me you wanted to talk to me, is that really all?

Mr. Kitley gives me a small look. It means I'll leave the negotiations to you.

I answer Connally's question, taking care not to be alarmed.

"Exactly. We want to talk about a lot of things."

"I don't have a problem with that, but what are we going to do about the place to stay? Unlike along the sea, it's cold at night."

"I was wondering if you could lend me a place with a roof because I could use a storage shed about that. Of course, I'll give you my thanks."

"If you came to listen to the priest, you can't stay in a place like that. We just have an empty house, so let me lend it to you."

The attitude is even softer than at first.

(Even so, he seemed wary at first, but his attitude was softened by the word just listening to the cleric. Maybe you think of us as pilgrims or something...)

As Mr. Kitley was talking to the public, the young man who had just run in came in.

"I have brought the priest"

From behind it came a human man in his mid-thirties or so, wearing loose robe-like clothes. She has long golden hair bracketed behind her fair skin and is dressed in cleric clothing like a loose robe.

"Dear Atro, I'm sorry to call you," Connally bows her head.

The cleric replies with a smile to Connally, "I don't mind." The voice was a calm baritone. And he starts talking to us.

"My name is Atro Kayan and I am a cleric at the Temple of Claretor. I'm listening briefly, but what can I do for a researcher in an academic city?"

"My name is Kitley Erbain and I teach at the Tilia School of Magic. It is my assistant and escort who are here. This is what I came here for, but I want you to tell me a lot about the Temple of Claretore..."

We will honestly talk about what we are studying about the gods, that the Temple of Creatore is presumed to have been around for a long time when we surveyed the ruins of ancient civilization.

"… if possible, we will give you a tour of the temple and we hope to speak to the Chief Cleric"

Atro listened quietly, but his expression remained gloomy.

"This is a tour of the Temple and an interview with the Chief Cleric, but I can't answer immediately until I get confirmation from the Chief Cleric"

"Of course it is. We're not going to push anything from here until we get permission from the Chief Cleric."

Mr. Kitley says so with a serious look, although Atro nods at it.

"There is only one problem. The Chief Cleric is now in meditation behind the temple. We can't interfere with dialogue with God, so we can't talk about this until the Chief Cleric returns. And the problem is, once you get into meditation, you won't be out for about a month. I just went into meditation the other day, so I think even if my permission goes down, I'll be ahead."

I'm surprised at the story of meditating for a month, but it's not impossible if you think about it in the mountains.

"If I'm not interrupting, I'd like to keep you waiting"

Atro smiled, "Okay,"

"Mr. Connally, I need you to help these people live. Very rare outside customers, thank you."

"I got it," Connally says, bowing her head big.

"Dr. Erbain, you can talk to me if you want. Of course, I have daily duties, just free time."

In that word, Mr. Kitley said, "Thank you!," he lowered his head with a full grin.

"Then come to the temple even tomorrow morning. I can show you some things by my authority."

When Atro said so, he went back to the temple.

Then he accompanied Connally to a house.

"Use this place. I'll tell the neighbors, but it'll help if you show your face tomorrow."

Because the cleric admitted it, or Connally's tone had changed to polite.

The houses guided were no different from Connally's and had a size that was not a problem for about ten families to live in.

Furniture and more, combined with our camping gear, is ready to live.

After Connally returns, Beatrice reports on the surrounding situation.

"There's nothing unusual about it. The people here are ordinary peasants. I just don't think that cleric's the only one who can handle it. I think we can win if we fight, but I kind of felt like a strong man. Well, I'm not the enemy because I didn't feel hostile at all."

I agree with that opinion.

The neighbor housewife then brought bedding, cookware, vegetables, etc.

"Say anything if you have a disability."

I can handle even the tools in my hand, but I get thankfully favored.

"I thought it was closed, but it's just good people," Liddy said as she looked at the pot.

"Right. But don't just be alarmed. I'm not an enemy, but I'm not sure if I'm on your side."

Everyone was snorting at my words.