"I thought it was too late to go home, but that happened"

In the small lodging town of Peaks in the south of Easwind, I just ran across a line of nobles and cahors & walnuts. After briefly explaining the situation, Guitar hits Caorle with doubts that it's his turn now.

"Um, why are you guys here? No way, you're not saying vacation or anything at this time of year, are you?

"No, no! I can't be afraid to travel during breeding."

"Oh, yeah."

The sea, the continents, even the starry skies, are two worlds apart from the Earth. There is only one thing that the Earth does not have.

It was the magic element, the magic vegetable, and this substance, which, if cohesive, also appeared to be purple powder, dwelt in all things in far ancient and primitive times, transforming the Earth into a world of swords and magic.

Without magic, [Earth] would have had the same development as Earth. Neither the divine sword moves, nor the magic of twisting and bending the laws of physics, nor the monstrous creatures known as demons, would have existed.

But there are magic vegetables in this world. There are omnipotent elements that break common sense, perform miracles, and nurture life. Supported by this strange substance, "Earth" has continued to develop as a world of swords and magic to this day.

Earlier, the word 'breeding season', spoken by Caorle, is also a term that involves its magic vegetables.

Summer heat also begins to draw, and the amount of magic vegetables drifting through the atmosphere increases for about three months, starting in September, which makes you feel the arrival of autumn. More magic, also known as the source of life, means that creatures are full of vitality.

In fact, autumn is also said to be a fruitful season, and in this time of year the wheat hoe is coloured and the fruit is fruitful in deflection. Mushrooms grow in the wild mountains, nuts fall, and the animals that have eaten them flutter get fat round.

All of them feed. It fills the bellies of humans, birds and beasts, and insects. and energy to leave their offspring behind.

Thus, the enlargement of magic vegetables leads to the reproduction of creatures - the reproduction period in "Earth" also has a different meaning.

It is a magic element that serves as the backbone of life, but this magic element is not enough to grow and sometimes distorts the form of life. No, on the contrary, it produces life itself.

Life warped by magic vegetables. Life created. That's the demon.

Bears touching a dense collection of magic vegetables, commonly known as' magic buildup ', turn into a demon called Grizzly. The raven approaching the magic buildup becomes a demon named Kirabit by itself.

As poisonous as medicine passes, an overdose of magic vegetables, beyond growth, mutates into another creature, a demon. That is not even a human being, and everyone who touches the magic buildup will end up with a monster.

So, if the creature doesn't get close to the magic buildup, the demon can't be born, it isn't. Vegetarian accumulation is an unspeakable plant, in turning even inorganic objects into demons - what, myself, sometimes produce demons.

To Goblin, Slime, and Evil Eye, Giant. The purple sphere, which is one metre large for the small one and ten metres in diameter for the large one, produces a wide variety of demons, boiled, bored and varied, until its own magic vegetables are exhausted.

In one way or another, this is an organism commonly referred to as a demon, the number of which is not the ratio of demons mutated from the creature.

In autumn, the magic vegetables thicken. When the magic vegetables thicken, it becomes easier to build up the magic vegetables. Then, naturally, more demons are created by the magic buildup.

The "Earth" people refer to this cycle of demonic outbreaks as the breeding season. In autumn, the number of demons that mate, as well as those that do not have reproductive organs, increases five-fold or tenfold.

The fruitful autumn breeds even demons. Ironically about the season that brings grace and natural enemies at the same time, all people call it the breeding season, from September to November.

"Demons rarely come out of the labyrinth or a power spot like the one where the boss lives because they prefer places with thick magic vegetables... except this time of year. The magic vegetables get thicker, so if you're a weak demon, walk around."

"That's about all I know. Until a little while ago, I lived in a village on the border. Of course there are no walls, so it was everyday tea and rice for big bats and tiny slimes to come into the village."

"Well, I guess so"

Once, as an adventurer, Guitar University, who was rolling around all over the place, knew with his own hands how massive the demons of the breeding season can be.

It is natural for demons to appear in the streets. Damage to suburban ranches and agricultural land is common. Little demons entered villages and towns, and it was also like a festive poem to do evil everywhere.

I have also taken on the task of an autumn-only escort. Memories of boarding a pedestrian's front carriage and taking the streets where demons walk wide. There was nowhere to look like a favorite human being, such as taking a trip during the breeding season.

So what makes Caorle or walnut here? From the north to the south, it's a long way to go. They can't have important commerce or anything, just because they're ordinary people representatives.

No way, I transferred to a rice balls dealer. Since the answer is unlikely to come from just thinking about it, Guitar decided to ask frankly.

"So, why are you guys here?

"It's..."

Caorle tried to answer, then.

"Ooh! What's the matter?

"Are they even numbing me? - Huh!?

Some rough footsteps and muscular men came.

"Ha ha! If you think it's any numb ass, it's Takahiro!

"Dude, this is the guy called 'Goen'!? It's fateful, us!

"Whoa, even Yummy and Luttoo! You're as cute as ever!

Healthy sun-burned red-haired youth, the middle-aged, smile friendly when they do it and slap your greatness on the back with a good bang.

With its momentum and tenacious cheeks, Guitar bowed his head to the men with a pepper.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long time."

"Whoa!"

Yes, their identities, which suddenly appeared, are the men of the Zipanian Village Youth League.

Out of the village, they are coming to Grand Feria to earn money, and this winter they became acquainted with Noble in the matter of 'Gypania Grill'. Since then, in the cafeteria where Caorle works, in the Mampu Pavilion, sometimes, he has also begun to juggle alcohol.

The fact that they are all here - your university, at this point, could have guessed the general situation.

"Gentlemen, are you going back to the village?

"Oh! I have to harvest rice! If we don't get back, we'll have enough men!

A man in his forties or so, the head of a youth group, responded greatly with a voice that often goes through.

Rice harvest. I see, the village of Zipania is a village of rice cultivation. They are also peasants, if they correct their former ones, who have come to earn money in this idyllic period. If it is harvest season, it is natural to return to the village and enter the fields.

The breeding season is the monster season, but it is also the fruitful season. I guess I'll be back in the village by October, when the demons begin to occur in earnest, to prune the heavy, dripping rice.

What I can't afford to travel is to make money in the city up to the critical point, or did you also have extra horses and carriages and wait for the rent to be lower? I thought it was wild to ask around, and Noble Daughter dared not return anything.

"Thanks to you, the pavilion is thriving! This year, I tried to expand my paddy fields!

"So, not just the caorle, but the walnut was supposed to come and help."

"Children are best exposed to nature. I'm sure it'll be a good experience!

"Wow!

Even if Noble University did not return the words, the faces of the youth group rose on their own, stroking and laughing lavishly at the head of the walnut.

Noble Dae, who should have been talking to them, was left alone, face to face with a caorle who was similarly distracted in the circle of stories, with a bitter laugh.

"Customers using dragon cages! It's time to leave!

While I was doing that, my break must have passed.

When he saw the one who would raise his voice and inform him of his departure, he called out to Caorle.

"It's time. Bye, Caorle. We're going back to Granferia."

"What, already? We met because of this, so we can talk some more..."

"No, if you miss the boarding dragon cage, it's gonna get a lot harder. Put me in touch with the starting point, have people open it on purpose, pay extra for it, etc. We can't ask for charter flights, so we're going home."

"Oh, yeah."

Caorle begins to soften to see what he thinks of you.

Feeling strange about her attitude, Noble Daughter left the scene and headed to rescue Yumiel, who was held by a walnut.

Tell your college to go home. Like Caorle, the youth group spares their goodbyes. Yumiel gently strokes her head on a walnut reluctant to part with your greatness. And it's your back. Look at the loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Caorle made one decision.

"Taka Hiro, Taka. Why don't Takahiro come to the village, too? Kuru wants to be with you, and we haven't seen each other in a while, and we're having fun mowing the lightning, right?

"Uh, pass. I want to go home and relax. So, bye."

"Er!?

Caorle, who lived courage in her maiden heart and invited those she cared about to her birthplace.

But I wonder if it's sad, her suggestion didn't shake the man's harp line at all, and he ruthlessly, showed his back.

He walks away to the enclave without even looking back. The words that would hold him back, to her, were not left.

Now, the end. The sweet future one girl had in mind disappeared like a foam, without realizing it -.

"Too bad, Takahiro. I wanted to treat you to some new rice."

"Let's go to the village of Zipania. The dragon cage will be cancelled."

"Huh!?

It was the moment when the sweet and sour maiden heart was surpassed by rice.