"It's cold! It's cold!
A few days from that day when he was promoted from "apprentice” to “assistant” in the King's family.
If you noticed, Arnold and two people, horses, were rocking through the silver world on one side.
"Be quiet now that we're there."
Yes, I say annoyingly overhead. Arnold's breastplate hits my back, but the warmth is not conveyed at all because it is blocked by a thick coat.
Since Mr. Caspel was ordered to travel to a branch in the north, we came to the Platonovena region without being informed of the reasons or anything. Soon after the order was given, it was the silver world on one side that had left the King's Capital, took over the carriage, boarded the ship and, if you noticed, was now spreading.
The Platonovena region has been snowing all year and is common at the end of RPG. Once upon a time “I” also visited at the end of the game. The view and the field BGM are fantastic, a region I particularly liked at the time, but I don't have time to indulge in the view when I visit like this now. Cold. Cold anyway. The area where the skin is exposed is such that it feels painful that it is poked with a needle when it becomes too cold.
"Look, there it is"
Ahead of Arnold saying so and pointing to it, I did see the city. The city is also far away, but I remember the nostalgia somewhere.
Staring at the lights of the city getting closer and closer, I recall that speaking of this region was ruled by a young nobleman. The man, who had clear watery eyes in his silver hair, was quite popular because of his appearance. He looked like ice at first sight, but only had a younger wife - and so on, while I remember, the city was approaching the present.
There, I notice.
A woman stood beneath an arch standing at the entrance to the city. It also looks like you're staring at this one.
The woman had bright red hair like a fiercely burning flame. The tip of the hair is some faded orange, with a beautiful gradient.
The woman waved toward us, shaking her hair long enough to reach her waist or not. The Platonovena branch, with all due respect, gently interviewed me from the horse, wondering if you would have picked me up.
"Arnold, you're as heartless as ever!
"Mr. Vilma, it's been a while"
Apparently, you know Arnold and his face. The man, who was called Mr. Vilma, had a woman but a very riddled voice.
Arnold gets off the horse first. He reached out to me to keep it flowing, so I followed him down from the horse with that hand. Then the red-haired woman calls out to me.
"So, you're Rumor Special No. 2."
"La, it's Laura Ampere."
To my greeting, narrow your eyes and Mr. Vilma laughs. The smile wasn't a feminine adorable grin, it was neutral and cool, a grin that could be described.
"My name is Vilma Eima. He's a member of the Platonovena branch."
A slightly decorated, disturbing phrase fits well.
Nice to meet you, I'll walk out where I exchanged greetings. Apparently, he was going to show us to the branch.
- I've been secretly wondering since I was ordered to travel, where is the Platonovena branch and the others? In the first place, the expression "Last Brave" appeared several times: the profession of conditioner and the conditioner working for the Royal Castle, but not the word Wang conditioner.
In other words, there is no building in Platonovena in the memory of "I" called the Platonovena branch, where the King's Coordinators are dispatched.
"I'm so sorry to call you so suddenly."
"No. You've been hanging out with demons a lot lately."
"It is. I'm sorry to hear that, but I haven't been able to formulate my recovery pills in time..."
Apparently, I heard two conversations on the side where they had friends in the past, and I finally realized what I was here for.
I had no idea. Sudden travel and sudden promotion as if to go with it. I was almost sure there must be some serious reason. Besides, it narrows it down quite a bit when it comes to the serious reasons why you're going to need a conditioner.
"I guess the Wang Du was attacked by demons the other day, too? Though I asked for backup, I didn't expect much... I'm glad you brought two people in just the way you hoped."
"It's like I've been forced to use special provisions to increase manpower."
"Isn't it a special pair? comforting."
Special 2 Pair. I laugh bitterly at that word.
From Arnold's words, my promotion must have suddenly been decided in time for this request for support.
Now that we are no longer talking about the unlikely possibility of being raided like the other day, I want to keep as many regular King's genus conditioners as possible in the King's Capital. But I can't even leave the city alone, which is likely to be raided by demons. As those compromises, I was honoured to have been chosen. Is that the place?
Mr Vilma stopped and looked back at me. And he bends his knees gently and looks at me.
"Laura, I want you to stay here for a while and help me prepare my recovery pills. Can you do me a favor?
Again, Mr. Vilma asked me out of his mouth. And I snort loudly.
I still don't know exactly where my assistant stands, but if there's anything I can do, if I'm going to use this ability again, I want to do everything I can.
I stretched my spine and smiled at Mr. Vilma. From nervousness or my cheeks just a little cramped.
"I just became an assistant...... I will try my best"
After finishing my greeting, Mr. Vilma tells me he has an inn for me, so Arnold and I head to rely on a map for two. That said, the map of this city is firmly in my head - the building the map shows is a nobleman's mansion that governs the region if there is no "I” misremembering, or if there is no difference from the game, like every disappeared fountain square. The lodging is somewhere else.
Steal a look at Arnold's face, which takes a few steps forward with one hand on the map. I bumped into him asking what I had been concerned about earlier, not even changing one complexion to the freezing cold.
"Demonic raids, have you been increasing lately?
"... well. When it comes to raids, they say no demons have ever attacked the city. I hear there's a bunch of demons just outside the city, and the soldiers are retreating."
Ha, and Arnold answered with a white breath. The side answered was slightly distorted.
I had been uncomfortable with the streets since earlier, but I could clearly see who they were. The number of soldiers stationed all over the city. Whether you look right or left, there are uninterrupted armed soldiers standing.
- I guess there will be more raids by demons everywhere from now on. When I think about that future, I can't help but sigh through my mouth.
Arnold continued his words so that he could put them on that sigh.
"It seems that the herd of demons is getting bigger and bigger, and there are concerns that the city will be attacked by a large group of demons in the future. To prepare for that, you and I were driven out."
"For this, with me as your assistant? Because you wanted manpower, right?
Reminds me of what Arnold said earlier. He used special provisions to force more manpower, he said.
Arnold gives me the look of a bitter bug chewed up for a moment on my faint question. But somewhat soothed that harsh look, he snorted firmly.
"That's right. I don't know when Wang Du will be raided by demons again. In such a situation, there is no way we can send two Kings chefs out for backup if it's easier, but we can't leave a city that could be raided either. But I can't forgive the fact that there's only one backup... and when I thought about it, a white feather arrow stood on you."
Apparently it was just as I read it.
I don't know who made the final decision, but I think it was the final conclusion I thought about. Otherwise, it's the day of departure and I'll finally let him know, for God's sake.
After all, did you hesitate to send 14 daughters to a land threatened with demonic raids?
Think that far - I was surprised at myself for being too calm.
Yes, I have calmly judged the circumstances in which I was placed earlier, but this city is a land that may be subject to massive demonic raids. Don't you suddenly get flown to such a place without any explanation, and if normal, you get anxious or angry?
I wondered why those emotions didn't gush at all, creeping myself out - I got to the answer.
I seemed unconsciously to think that I would never die, at least until around 16 or 17. Because Laura Ampere is a childhood tame for the brave, who appears in "Last Brave" even though she is a terminal.
- The part that is convenient to me is unconsciously "last-brave" to a habit that I liked to get out of the "last-brave" future on my own.
He narrowed his eyes loosely to delude the mockery floating in his mouth and asked Arnold with an unnatural grin.
"Has Mr. Caspel been decided?
"No. Rather, that man was against the judgment above. It's too dangerous to send them to a city that could be a battlefield."
Mr. Caspel, who looked somewhat tired when he came to announce his promotion, came back to his brain. Maybe that was after Mr. Caspel worried about me and disagreed with me “up" the scatter.
I can't really describe the person to whom the word "above” Arnold refers, but I can guess Mr. Caspel's hard work.
"So I named my companion. Upstairs I was reluctant to get me out of the King's Capital... but I pushed it off. I've come to this city to make sure."
What I want to be sure of.
To that word that stopped in my ear, I snap my neck.
One of the reasons Arnold offered to accompany him and it was accepted would be that he has a strong magic. In the unlikely event of a demonic attack, we can fight it with magic. I can be protected. Mr. Caspel may have gladly accepted Arnold's companionship.
But if Arnold leaves the King's Capital, he will be absent a good mixer and magician for that matter. He seems to be in a troubled position inside, trapped by a fence, because he has carried a large occupation (at best).
But eventually, I guess I bounced off the voice above saying, "I want to be sure". I pushed it off, maybe I could rub it quite a bit because of the expression. Still, I really wondered what the hell was the reason I eventually pushed Arnold off.
But from what I've heard, it won't be easy to answer. Bad luck can damage your mood. Now, the question is, should I swallow it and make it adult, or should I ask it out of my mind - if I were to think about it, for example,
"Was it Mr. Arnold and Mr. Laura?
I was stopped from behind.
The adjective is very cute, like a bell ringing, looks back at that voice that fits perfectly.
"I've been waiting for you. My name is Emiliana."
Emiliana. The girl who so named bowed her head deeply once me and Arnold looked back. And slowly raise your face.
The girl in front of me again, rather than me, looks older. 16 or there? Plump cheeks are dyed from the cold or bright red, and shaking lashes are so long that they seem to make noise every time they blink.
He had doughed his blonde hair drawing loose waves in a high position. The blue eyes staring reluctantly at this one are shimmering, stale rhetoric but like gems.
In a nutshell, beautiful girl. So much for falling in love, beautiful girl. But not only that, but I looked at her face indiscreetly for another reason.
- "I” know her. It looks familiar.
"It's Arnold Rocco. This is Laura Ampere. Regards."
Next to Arnold greeting him, his eyes stick to the girl's face even as he lowers his head. You noticed the boulder, she smiled somewhere uncomfortable, as bewildered by my gaze - that look, overlapping.
- Ah, daughter-in-law.
Swallow the squeak that was about to spill at the soot. I held my mouth down with both hands and stared at that face again.
Definitely. “I” have met with her.
She, Emiliana, is a character who, a few years later, is the wife of a nobleman ruling the region.