It was a meaningless Death March.
Roel is blurred, Serca is frightened, and Custo starts muttering something ominous. The march proceeded in an atmosphere like a fairytale village.
I thought about it when I was in the army. It was a rainy night march. However, if there is anything different than then, there are no reliable comrades.
"I feel so bad about this."
I didn't know it was going to be a big distraction in the quest. I've only succeeded in putting the party in normal orbit so it won't be a problem.
"Hey, Serka."
"... but why."
Calling Serka out loud, she looks back at me with a completely bored face. At the same time, the party's march was also halted. Custo and Roel also look at me slowly, trembling.
"No, what's wrong with the look on your face?"
"..."
No, I killed someone.
This is so unfair.
"Bitter, whatever. I think I've regained consciousness. In the future, I want you to stop ignoring people who are prejudiced by Babarians and swordfish. You see, the patterns are so chewy, the atmosphere's so damn late."
Instead of speaking, they swallowed their saliva and nodded. It wasn't a very satisfactory answer, but I didn't need an apology that I just said anyway. I don't intend to tear up money in the yard where I've already done the quest.
Just go ahead and that's enough.
"Anyway, I need to ventilate this atmosphere."
"Tue, fang... Kiyo...?"
"Yeah, it's not going to be this way."
Custo is getting anxious. There seems to be a big misunderstanding about me, but I don't intend to do much. I should reap the seeds I sow.
As I lowered the tension of the party members, I needed to pull them back up.
"Hey, Serka. I like anything. Sing me a song."
"No, you mean singing?"
"Yes."
The only way was to sing.
I sing when it's hard or when it's fun, and when it's sad. Teacher Sulundo's compass.
The song of joy makes me more joyful, and the song of sorrow comforts me. I feel empowered when I'm tired. So I like to sing. Because when I sang, I could forget about my hard life in this world.
"Oh, I don't know any songs..."
"There won't be one."
There was no one who didn't know the real song when he hit the son of a bitch.
I wanted to ask you to lie again, but let's be patient for the atmosphere.
"Oh, really. Above all, I don't sing. It won't be fun to hear..."
"Ha, fuck. Real."
"Boo, I'll call you! I'll call you. Calm down!"
Serka starts to pose as she coughs.
Let's try to stabilize her body while watching her song. Thinking about it, singing to someone was the first time since I was in the army.
"... then I'll get started."
"All right, let's get started. I really look forward to it."
Ah, ah. Serca, who trimmed her voice, began to sing.
"-Who is drawn to the light of a swaying raid.
When the child enters the forest, the festival of richness begins.
Put on a mask and hide your brother. I'd rather take the kid next door.
A shaking beam of wavering assault. "
The song, which began with a trembling voice, sought a stable rhyme with a calm and low voice. The voice was as good as it looked, but the content of the song could not know the meaning. Somehow, I was frightened by the lyrics that seemed to imply human manhood.
"What the fuck is this song? What happened to the kid in the woods?"
When a child is drawn to the light of an ambush and enters the forest, he starts a festival of richness? Do you sacrifice a child to summon a masterpiece? Cerca answered my question, avoiding my gaze.
"... I don't know. It's only Thursday coming down from home."
"Fuck you, dog. You don't sing in the future. Let's go!"
"..."
Then we started marching again.
At least I started singing, so I felt a little better. Roel hesitates to sit down again to see if he has the strength in the middle. I told Cerca to carry it, and Custo stepped up and gave me a boost.
If it's hard, I can rest.
Eventually, it was only after a long time that I crossed noon because of Roel that I arrived at my destination.
The landscape of the place of arrival was a little unusual.
"This is a distant plant."
The long, twisted plants grew instead of the trees, but it was literally a place with an exotic mystery. They were so heterogeneous plants.
It's a little far out, so there's a place like this.
"Loel. This is where the Confetto tree is born?"
"... yes. I don't know in detail, but if you look at this place, it'll come out."
"I see. Let's go in. Serge, I need you to clear the way in front of me."
"I see."
At the forefront, Cerca advances as she wets the plants.
We went in along the path she made. Once here, Roel, the most expert, instructed me to take direction. I didn't really have a conversation the whole time I walked. Obviously, it was as smooth as these crazy bastards closed their gills. It is also good to keep the atmosphere. For mad dogs, clubs were medicine.
Even if I try to give you a Carrie, you don't have to make me a person first.
- Glug, Glug.
"Stop."
"That... thing...?"
After a while, I heard something other than us wandering through the bushes. If you say there are a lot of monsters, they appear from the beginning. Immediately, we stopped in combat.
- Glug, Glug.
I remained silent and focused on the sound.
If the identity of the hostiles is revealed in a completely open area like before, you should not be wary of these bushy terrain. The sound is getting closer. It seems to be coming to us.
I looked around, but I didn't see anything. Is it a small monster? Goblins? Play? Kobolt? Finally, the sound of getting closer reveals itself. That is a mistake.
"Mushroom head."
- Whoops, whoops. Phew.
The identity of the monster was similar to that of a large mushroom. They were walking towards us with a slow pace. When I saw it, Serka walked out loud to see if she was going to stick her fist.
"Wait."
"But why?"
"Hit it, it's a dick. When those bastards get hit, they pop a spore."
A monster I've seen before.
I don't know the exact name, but if you hit them, the spores burst out of the big freshness. It hurts a lot when you get in the eye. If you keep rolling, other monsters will come. Spores have the effect of luring other monsters.
The only thing that came was Giant Bats and shit, but I don't know what monsters there are. I remembered a long time ago.
"So what do we do?"
"Grab it and lift it up slowly."
"You want me to catch this?"
"Uh."
If you subtract spores, it's not a very threatening monster.
Monster you've captured before.
Serka slowly lifts her head, holding the column of mushroom monsters with an uneasy expression. It was like holding a big doll.
- Shh. Shh. Phew.
Then the four bizarre-looking legs of a mushroom monster begin to twitch. It felt like a bridge of mushrooms and spiders. I point a knife at his base. You can stab a knife in the bottom and slowly stir it to kill it.
"I'm not a very fierce monster, so rest assured. If you don't take a big hit, the spores won't explode. Hey, Custo, Roel. The patterns are holding on to the rest of them."
"Ugh..."
"Oh, okay... I..."
"Why did I do this..."
Shh, shh, shh!
I stabbed him in the basement.
He began to babble severely, but the spores did not burst as expected. The stabbed knife moves calmly, stirring the inside flesh. Bloop, the liquid flowed. I pulled out the knife that stabbed the inside out steamly.
"Now put it down slowly. Calm down."
"... yes."
Serka slowly lowers the rattler.
The lying down one could not stand up and continued to babble, pouring out similar organs into the punctured base. So the buzzing began to become more frequent, and I immediately stopped completely.
"See? If you see something like that, don't touch it."
"I see."
The two remaining mushroom monsters were treated the same way.
How nice of you to listen to this.
In the first place, this quest may have been like a picnic in a happy and dreamy country with legendary Teletobies.
"Serka. Let's go again."
Since then, I've only been exploring places where there might be a confetto. There was a reason why the reward for the quest was high. Coming up with something is quite difficult.
Especially if it's a magic ingredient like Confetto.
"Kat... Kat... I took a break, I took a break... Do you mind if I go?"
After some time, Kursto said. I nod. I put myself in the right place to rest on that path. I've had a bit of a hard time exploring.
"Hmm."
When the three of you get together, I want to decorate something. Serca brings it to me. I don't know about Custo and Loel, but if I stuck to him, I could have done something evil.
"Serka, come here."
Most importantly, this son of a bitch was the best at my standards.
"... is there a reason?"
"Come here, you bastard."
I think it's time to take a break anyway.
I asked him to sit on the right rock, and Serge to sit a little further away. But you have to keep a minimum distance.
As I tried to keep an eye on her, Cerca tried to avoid her eyes without complacency. I asked her that.
"Hey, Serka. I have a question."
"... something."
"Why do you hate prosecutors so much? The prosecutors stabbed your mother to death?"
I wondered if it was really pure, not padded. No matter how much racism and occupational discrimination were prevalent in the underworld (though the Earth was the same), it was incomprehensible for me to pour out such blatantly discriminatory words in front of my eyes.
It is natural to be angry at something you don't understand.
"That's not it... my mother is alive."
"As a whore?"
"No, that's not true."
"What?"
"... that's right."
"Yeah, that's moving on. What's the reason anyway?"
I haven't had a chance to ask those guys in a while, but I finally got one. I decided to solve my long-standing question through Cerca. I think we should talk to Roel after a while.
"... swordfish, no. Examiners use knives."
"It's convenient."
As if she was trying to sort out her own thoughts, she swirled and spoke in a slow tone. I wonder if I was educated in my own way with words, but what I was saying was very, very absurd.
"It's a very cowardly thing, and it's against Dory, and I've learned and experienced it. The only people who actually used knives were the pathetic, vile scoundrels who opened their eyes and couldn't see. Knowing that the power of God is his power, the knives of them are nothing. They form a gang and become robbers. That's why I hate prosecutors."
I can't help it without my head exploding like this? I spit as I thought.
"Why are you suddenly telling a story?"
"... your story?"
"That's fucking amazingly thoughtful. Well, that's it. Tell me more. It's a bit of a surprise. Are you doing that on purpose?"
Simply explaining what she said meant was that most of them are dicks, so it's natural to think of them as dicks.
Although it seemed rational to say something, in fact, it was typical of me to explain to myself what I did. It was a global way of thinking without further ado.
"True power is only the power of one man without a weapon. Of course, it is right that a person should train his or her body and perform his or her mind at the same time. But for the swordsmen..."
"Are you starting to humiliate me like that, the psychic? I don't know anything about each other, but with that bias?"
"That's because you..."
I stopped Serca from saying something.
After seeing what happened to me, I said, 'Well done.' Cause it didn't mean anything to me.