Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

As a result, I lost well.

No, there's no way I can actually win. There is a decisive difference between adults and children, between physical fitness and physical strength, so there is no way you can win if you do it normally.

By and large, my best weapon is a bow. Moreover, the arrows are poisonous and there are traps in the field.

If you suddenly fight from the front with a poison free spear, it's already the level where you fight with a drop in the corner of a car. I can't talk about it.

If you really don't have a forbidden hand, I'll poison you before the game starts.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the effect of the special act that Itsuki had hoped for was sufficient, and a golden envelope was given to me and Sir George.

Having received more money than I expected, I was able to give my parents a souvenir when they returned to the village. It is an addition of cloth products and iron ware that was lacking since the last return home.

I hope for further development of the village.

As parents leave and the enthusiasm of the fall festival leaves the city, the wind that carries the winter instead begins to sweep over the city.

It was such a late autumn that passengers from the village came again.

I received a message from Father Yaye that there were visitors and made my face at the temple.

"Hello, Father Yae. The wind is getting cold."

"Hello, Ash. Yeah, it's almost winter. Please be careful."

The emblematic coat of the Ferrous Bird is slightly less powerful against the cold wind. Because the fabric is coarse, the wind passes through quite a bit. For that reason, it is probably cool in summer, but it might be better to prepare a winter coat separately.

"So, who are my customers...?"

My face is well known because it stood out from the Silver Medal and the Martial Arts Competition.

However, even if you have contact with me as an 11-year-old child (and a poor farmer), there is no visible benefit, and it is unusual for people to actively interact.

In the first place, people who need such exchanges send their children to the Military Children's Association properly. I was greeted when I met him in the city.

I don't know what it is to call you and meet you through the temple.

Father Yae laughs at me with a strange face.

"I'm sure you'll be surprised."

Well, I see.

So, I was surprised to see my face.

Father Yae, smile with anticipation. I love this kind of beautiful expression.

When I was taken to the temple's reception room, there were certainly amazing people waiting.

"Why are you here!?

I'm sure I've never heard such a loud voice in my life with astonishment.

It was Father Volke, who was supposed to rule the village church, who was waiting for me.

"Wow, you surprise me. You asked me not to give you my name."

"Surprisingly!

I rushed to him and quickly touched Father Volke's body to find out.

"You have the substance. It doesn't seem like a ghost or a phantom... hah!? No way!?

"Whoa, what's the big deal?

"It can't be that easy to believe that a real Falcon is here!

I wonder if Father Yae misses it so much, but he seems to associate himself with a warm episode.

Unfortunately, there is no relationship between Father Yae, me and Father Volke to watch with such a gentle smile.

"It's impossible for a real Falcon to come out of the city! If you have time like that, you're a research idiot who keeps working on the decoding of ancient documents! What kind of strange phenomenon is such a drag research idiot going away?! Your head! You hit your head hard!

Fantasy is better than a wolf made of metal.

It's a dream.

It's a phantom.

It's a legend.

"You son of a bitch is as bad as ever."

"That cutback looks like a very Volke priest! This fake is amazing!

"It's real! I'd go out if I had to!

Enjoy the bad mouth of some of the priest's positions and make sure they are genuine.

"Hmm, apparently I have to admit it's real. So, what did you leave the church for?

"Ask what you left the village for. The church... the church just leaves all the time."

"About once every three days."

"Once every three days, right?

Father Yae is stunned by the recognition of Father Volke, a skilled drawer.

Going out once every three days is a rare thing to imagine in this world.

"Well, the details are good. There's a big reason enough for you to convince me to go out."

"Is it enough to convince you that Father Volke is out?... the world will perish?

It's horrible.

When I speculate with a serious face, Father Volke turns his back and looks at me.

It is unusual for Father Folke to do such a trick. It's the only way to get the same look as me when I'm serious.

Essentially, Father Volke is a middle-aged man who likes jokes. Serious attitudes are few throughout the year.

"I'm going back to King's Landing. You will leave the village of Noscura before winter."

"Really?

It was my first time hearing about it.

I frequently exchange letters with Father Folke through Mr. Quid's peddlers. When I came home the other day, I talked a lot about it.

But when I returned to King's Landing, I didn't know anything about it, despite the great events.

"I'm sorry for the sudden talk. I didn't hide it. I just found out in the letter I received yesterday."

For some reason, Father Volke begins to apologize.

"I thought I'd have to let you know right away. Tell the village chief Klein, and he'll be here soon... and you're the second person I taught him directly."

Really? This is quite a sudden conversation... just for a moment?

Father Folke is a researcher who originally decrypted ancient documents in King's Landing. Having failed to produce results for a long time, research support was discontinued, and he came to Nodula Village reluctantly.

If he were to suddenly return to King's Landing, the reason would come to mind.

"Progress in the study of the deciphering of ancient documents has been recognized in King's Landing. They're going to pay for research again."

"Ho! Isn't that wonderful!

As for the environment, King's City is much better.

He was also a Father Folke, who nostalgically knew that there were many people in King's Landing. It is not a painful celebration for him, however hasty it may be.

"You did it! Isn't this going to be more research?

"Oh, wow. Well... I didn't think you'd be so happy."

"Aren't we supposed to be happy? Thank you very much for taking care of Father Volke. That wish came true... oh, no, it's a big step because it's the deciphering of ancient documents. Anyway, we need something to celebrate! We're having dinner tonight!

Let's prepare luxurious meals such as hamburgers and crêpes.

Thank you, Ash.

"No, it's nothing like this! It is a triumph to King's City, so please let me celebrate. In fact, there was a helper on the ranch and in food processing, and I was able to make something better than when I was in the village."

"No, it's not, Ash."

Focusing on the list of dishes that can be made from the ingredients at hand, Father Volke grabs both shoulders and regains consciousness.

My face was as serious as when I was facing an old document.

"Ash, I really appreciate you. I really appreciate that."

"I'm delighted...?

A kind of dialog to refuse the gift came out of my mouth.

"Have I done anything to be thankful for?

"No matter how grateful I am, it's not enough. Thanks to you, I was able to achieve what the kingdoms would have recognized."

"Oh, is there a letter that the ancient letters represent sound and a letter that represents meaning?

It's a nostalgic story. Since then, joint research with Father Volke has begun.

I haven't been able to cooperate much since I came to the city, but I was still exchanging opinions in the letter.

I see. It was also big. Thanks to that clue, I believe we have succeeded in partially decrypting it. I don't know if I have to apply it to other sentences from now on... well, it's been approved and I can go back to King's Landing. "

However, if that's not all, Father Volke makes a sound.

"Above all, I want to thank you for helping me recover from my rotten self in despair because my research just didn't go well. If it weren't for you, I would have died doing nothing."

Indeed, when we met, Father Volke was a terrible man. He was not alive, he was thin and faded, and his nickname with the late priest was not uncomfortable.

It stands now as a noble, mouthless priest who is unlikely to die if he kills.

"Definitely, I was dead once. It was just a corpse crushed by the dream before it. It was you who brought me back to life, Ash."

When Father Volke uses his words so softly that half of the conversation becomes a dry reward, he kind of sniffs.

"It is a pleasure for Father Volke to think that way. But I don't think we're doing that much.

Though humbled to hide, Father Folke has embraced me with even more warm gratitude.

"My dream has taught me how much fun it is. Thanks to me, I can follow my dreams so happily. I can still live because I'm chasing a dream. Other than that, what else in the world is going to be huge."

A man who thinks too much of his dreams and can only live by following his dreams, strikes at the emblem of the immortal bird that is on my back.

"For me and my dreams, you're a real immortal bird. It was really good to meet you."

What, this embarrassing middle-aged priest in front of you!

You'll be so happy to hear that.

As the same dream chaser, do you think I look at the person who has survived this world for a longer time without respect or anything?

I don't know what to say. Inside my chest is a feeling of gratitude.

However, I feel like I don't understand why I returned the words of gratitude to you.

It's too difficult to express your feelings accurately, even if you have memories of the past.

In the end, what came out of my mouth was words that I didn't understand, even though I didn't understand them well.

"Your dream is the same as mine. May your dreams come true."

Father Folke smiled relentlessly and, as usual, returned to me.

You too, Ash.

After the heartwarming encouragement, Father Volke releases the hug and leaves.

The disgusting time of staring at Father Volke for a while goes by.

It was faster for me to be unbearable.

"So? What do you do with this incredibly awkward air?

"You, don't talk like that here, normal!

What else do you want me to say? Request exemplary answers. "

"No, well, that's..."

I don't know what you were thinking, but all of a sudden, something terrible happens.

Use embarrassing dialogues systematically.

"By and large, I will receive your gratitude for the atmosphere, but will you keep in touch that you went to King's Landing?

"Oh, wow. Well, I guess so. It's not too far from where the letters arrive."

"That's right. And I won't let you forget the contract."

"Such a shocking contract will never be forgotten...."

My smile and Lord Volke's bitter smile were somewhat similar.

"As punishment for lying to people without foundation, Falke the Divine shall grant Ash unlimited lending of all books under his control in the future."

The contract between Father Volke and me for the loan of the book has not been deliberately set a deadline. In other words, it's an outrageous outrage that you can't escape until you die.

"Of course the contract applies in King's Landing. Father Folke, please get more and more books that only exist in King's Landing."

That's a really good story. Before going to King's Landing, you can enjoy the books of King's Landing.

"No, it's not normal to rent a book of the temple of King's Landing to this peripheral city."

"If you can't do it normally, do it in an unusual way. Wisdom is there to narrow it down. Do something based on the contract."

I expect the wisdom of Father Volke.

"Oh, I'm really looking forward to it. If Father Volke is in King's Landing, my book of hope will be more readily available. You have to play a lot of farewell!

Are you the devil?

You said you were a feral bird, and you gave me a terrible palm.

"The next thing you call an innocent child a liar is the devil? I've been badly hurt. I was hurt enough to cry, so should I put the contract on?

"You don't hurt as much as your hair, I often say. I heard you're literally as strong as a monster, you."

The face of Father Folke's reply contained nostalgia. He remembered this conversation the first time he signed a contract.

I'll spare you that memory and give you the additional contract.

"Well, that's fine. So, how does deciphering an old document look?

When I looked at the water that Father Volke would most like to talk about, I noticed that the mood of the middle-aged Father was obviously improving.

"Oh, you hear me?

If you want to talk, you don't have time to tease, and the explanation comes out fast.

"As I said before, I was looking for a word that I thought was a natural noun, but there were three words that often came out of it. I thought this might represent a wolf, a monkey, a dragon, and I was looking for a sentence that corresponds to a holy phrase."

"I think it's a good approach. You think that worked?

"After all, it made sense. Even so, there are many types of characters, right? If you can read the rest of it right away, you don't have to go too late."

"There's still a high probability of misreading."

"At least, there are definitely minor mistakes. I think we're going to have to go to the tunnel."

It would have been easier if only the phonetic characters were used. Absolutely, my head goes down in this tunnel.

"In the first place, I'm not sure if the three gods that matter to me are right in the first place... but they also seem to be called differently than they are now, and I still don't feel confident."

"Is it another way of calling God? Great existence, the beginning and the end, is that it?

"Or does it feel a little different... no, really? I don't know yet. They used to call me the Resurrector."

"Are you a researcher? Certainly, now we don't express God that way."

Each god is a god of life, a god of wisdom, and a god of war.

Even though there is a noble name for each power, I do not call it the resurrection or resurrection of the three pillars together.

The wolf god of life is the only one with that kind of aspect. Save yourself from serious illness or illness.

Hmm. Is it possible that God sees things differently now? "

In the memory of the previous life, there were also gods whose power changed with the passage of time. Many gods have become more powerful and famous by incorporating the legacies and abilities of other gods.

It is possible that the three pillars of the gods who are currently the object of faith also had such a course of history.

When I express such an opinion, both Father Volke and Father Yae nod with admiration.

"You have a really interesting idea. I see, a change on God's side."

"I didn't think so, but certainly when people asked what they believed 2,000 years ago, there was no guarantee that all the ancients worshipped the same thing that we do today."

These people, even though they are religious leaders, are too accommodating for their core beliefs. I think it's too unbelievable to put it badly.

Of course, since there is also a high likelihood that there is an error in the translation of the current state of affairs of Falke, my opinion would overlap the hypothesis. This is not a very healthy argument.

"What to consider if you don't find a mistake. I can't help thinking too much at the moment."

I see. Remember, think again when you're stuck. "

Father Folke quickly writes down the conversation on the note paper he took out of his pocket.

"After all, even if I go to King's Landing, I have to keep in touch with Ash. It's important to hear unexpected opinions."

"No, I don't need a word of appreciation."

I would like you to show me a gift. Father Volke, who has known me for a long time, knows exactly what I want.

"I'm looking forward to living in the King's City of Falcon!

"Why are you looking forward to it?... I know why you don't have to answer."

Father Volke slapped me in the head with a bitter smile.

"But I heard a while ago that the situation in King's Landing was very disturbing. I wish it wasn't rough."

"Oh, is that so?

I don't have any information about King's Landing, so I'm a little worried.

The city is a kingdom and a periphery, with little or no effect from the royal disturbances, but if the royal capital is still desolate, it won't matter.

Disrupting the city's economy is disrupting my future plans. I can't see it.

"I wonder if there was a story about the entanglement of succession to the throne. It seems that the royal family with low inheritance has tried to overcome it."

Since it is information such as listening and listening, Father Volke refuses to know whether it is true or not.

Hmm. If that's all, you don't know how far you should be alert. "

"If it's healed at this stage, you don't have to be wary. If the royal contusion were real, it would be bad for anyone to see it."

There is also reason for Father Volke's optimistic view.

"Anyway, is there anything I can do now? No, I don't want to do anything."

"That's right. Unless you want a princess."

The poor farmer's son? That's a dream story. The revival of ancient civilization is still more realistic.

"If that happens, I'd love to have you write my story."

I laughed aloud with Father Folke.