From onset - Day 8.
I brought Annette to the woods of...
Since ancient times, this forest of spirits has been full of holiness, and Annette seems to be feeling well without a heart.
I haven't had a quiet time in a long time.
Take him again - let's do it.
It was surprisingly Arnold who welcomed me back to the capital. He wrote in the letter he sent out from the village of Emme the date and time of his return to the king's capital, but when it came to the surprise of the moment he was found standing in front of the castle gate of the royal castle.
I rush over to Arnold in a hurry. And for now, I opened my mouth to say hello.
"Mr. Arnold. -"
It's about the letter.
I'm back now. Not even listening to that greeting, and not even prejudging it, Arnold suddenly speaks the truth.
I snort and react for the time being to a conversation that is too sudden, even as I am amused.
What I wrote in the letter was a request for you to accompany me to the city of Flaria in order to obtain the "Drinking Water of the Spirit" and a request regarding the magic of the junction of the village of my hometown/Emme.
"First of all about the Spirit's drinking water. But if you can, I want to accompany you to the city of Flaria right now. But......"
Arnold openly cages his mouth and drops his gaze downward. Eyes say things about their mouths, what a word, but too easy to understand expression and attitude.
Arnold cannot accompany Fralia. Probably busy.
I made Arnold snort "OK" without waiting for Arnold's next word. Then he frowns at the root of his eyebrows and stares directly at me. I could see the neighborhood, though it was thin under my eyes. When I'm conscious, my complexion seems bluer and whiter than usual. Is the job stuck?
Arnold took a breath to switch the subject before opening his mouth again.
"I've also spoken to the Chevalier Knights about your hometown. That would be more convenient."
It was an unexpected word. I did write to you in a letter about the kingdom magic of Emme's village and asking you to help me go far away - but I can't believe you left me talking to the Chevalier Knights, right from Arnold.
It was me who hardened my surprise, but I have to tell you one thing soon. I nearly folded my hips, at that moment. This unexpected word rocked my eardrum again.
"I wanted to accompany Fralia if I could..."
"... are you that busy?
I was too unconcerned about Fralia's accompaniment - not like Arnold, who always just trumps things up - to repeat myself, so I accidentally got that question out of my mouth. Moment after moment, on my chewed lower lip I rush to say.
"Oh, hey, I'm not blaming you, I mean a simple question..."
"- The city was attacked. Two of those."
I doubted my ears for the dropped word.
- Two cities attacked?
I look up at Arnold like I was bounced. I know it's partly because I'm looking down at this one, but its neat face had a dark shadow that seemed to complain more about fatigue than it did earlier.
I'm a little busy, not talking about anywhere, maybe I haven't slept much in the last few days. It usually seems like lustrous dark hair also has sore hair tips.
"It's not ours. It's a foreign country. It's just that the damage is both enormous, and we got a request for assistance."
Alnort goes on to say to me that I have completely lost my word.
It's not ours - I mean, the city belonging to the eastern great country of Ostria, which has Chevalia in the king's capital, wasn't attacked. I was disgusted with myself for a moment being relieved by the words.
Some city in some country was attacked by demons. The fact that a request for assistance came from another country, the State of Ostria, is nothing more than that, namely because it was found difficult to deal with and rebuild in that country alone. The country of Ostria is a major contender for first and second place in this world. There are more definite supplies and technologies than being a big country. I see. Sure, it would be the best country to ask for assistance.
It was the streets of Platonovena ravaged by demons that came back to mind. And numerous screams that split my ear.
I wonder how many people on earth were injured and lost their honorable lives. A lot of people must have mourned something important, a place, a person.
Hold my fist for a long time. And I looked up to Arnold firmly.
"What I can do..."
"Ask for a blend here. I've already arranged for the chef."
I nodded forcefully at the words spoken. From Arnold's mouth, I guess some cooks, like us in Platonovena, are actually going to the damaged city.
Please don't let anything happen to them. May the damage not be any greater.
Without knowing it, I had both hands in front of my stomach, and the outfit seemed to pray to God, even without trying.
- To the fallen silence, I recall fu. When I met Arnold, there was something I was about to give him.
I took the hemp bag out of the bag I was lowering on my shoulder. And give it to him in front of you.
"Mr. Arnold, this... is a note describing the course of a patient with autopsy. I found it in your master's study."
There was a sign of Arnold taking his breath overhead in my words.
A few seconds of silence. You made up your mind. He receives the hemp bag and takes the notebook out of it. And after staring seriously at the cover for a few seconds, I rolled the page with those long fingers.
Arnold glances at his notebook so that he can eat in. But when I closed the cover in more than a dozen seconds of things, I inquired with a voice even lower than usual one tone.
"... can I keep it"
"Yes, I've already read it."
Arnold's face was slightly distorted by my words. In more than a dozen seconds earlier, he would have already realized the sadness of the content. He looked like he was thinking of me somewhere.
It is true that what is stated in that note is in no way pleasant. But it should be the knowledge you absolutely need for Elvira.
Speaking of which, I think. I wonder where Elvira, the person of the day, is. Are you still in King's Capital?
"Um, Elvira is..."
"I'm having my master keep it for me once. … although the preparation is stuck"
It was an unheeded voice. During my homecoming, Arnold said he would try to advance the Horn of Warcraft formula, but I guess he didn't get any good results.
But now that I've read your master's notes, I've never been so discouraged that that would be normal. A prestigious connoisseur is trying to challenge what took decades but still could not be accomplished. Just because Arnold is a genius doesn't mean he can accomplish it in less than ten days.
The fact that it was in that notebook was too deep and dark of despair. But we haven't even been given the time to live in despair.
"I'll start formulating anyway. Is there a list or something?
"Oh, before that..."
That's the word. I neck Arnold, who clouded his ass. At the next moment, when were you standing there, one man glanced at his face from behind Arnold.
"Ve, Mr. Veik!
It was the man with the eyelid on his right eye - Vake Buckell, the one who showed his teeth to this one and laughed.
Veik laughs out loud in my voice as he grows to his surprise. To such a sudden and untouched reunion, my brain became confused and unthinkable.
"Hey, lady. Looks like you've been worried sick."
"Oh, no......! Um, your body, are you okay now...?
"I'm not in the mood yet, but I'm back for now."
I seriously observe Vake's appearance from top to bottom, even though I understand it's disgusting.
Sometimes you wouldn't be wearing familiar armor, but would you have lost a little muscle? It seems like my cheeks are all over my heart. But he stands with his two feet firmly on the ground. I don't even look like I'm going to get a spicy face.
- You're safe. Only one, except for the right eye with the eye bands on.
Look up at the green eyes. The narrower smile hasn't changed in any way from a few months ago. Rather, it seems more natural than a few months ago, because Vake in the eye band is more familiar with "I”?
But my chest still hurts when I think of my right eye under my eyelid. If I had been courageous enough to advance then, something might have changed - I couldn't help but think so.
"This guy took care of me when the demon attacked me, so I said one or two thanks... and the lady asked me to help her."
to Vake's words. I see Arnold. Then he turned away and said in a more blurry tone than usual.
"He said he'd lend us the crew, both about his hometown and about Flaria."
"If it's anything, I'll go. Anyway, I'm the most free Knights now."
I can't really return a word of surprise to Vake, who laughs like that.
Too much talk going in the right direction, so creepy.
"Oh, you know, I apologize for being so selfish, but there were two or so projects I wanted to borrow your hand from..."
"You want your hometown to have a strong junction magic, and you want it to be about the escort, right?
Talk fast. Arnold seems to be telling us everything he knows about the situation.
Vake puts his arms together and smiles off that face. Then he pulled his jaw and opened his mouth as he looked down at me with his straight eyes.
"I can arrange one magician right now. Young mon in the Knights, but I assure you of my ability."
I had no idea that so soon, one seed of worry would be resolved.
All I can do is snort like my soul has fallen out. Vake continued after glancing at me like that.
"It's about the escort, but I'll take care of this one. Accompany those who remember in your arms according to the timing of your lady"
"Oh, thank you!
My vocal cords are finally back here.
With many words of gratitude in my mouth, I bow my head over this again so full. Such a gentle rub on my shoulder, Vake repeatedly said, "Don't worry."
Twist. Is the slightly seeping sight reassuring? I am blessed with those around me who make it.
As I was biting my emotions by myself, Arnold accidentally turned his back on this one. I think I'm done talking and I just try to walk away from the spot.
I know I'm actually busy, but I panicked and called out on that back.
"Thank you, Mr. Arnold!
Though I'm cooperating with him on the Elvira thing, enough to make me feel sorry for him so much better and come out ahead of the joy. In return, it didn't sound good, but I felt like I needed to work hard on developing a special effect for autopsy in the future.
Arnold raises his right hand to my words. But that back looks tired somewhere, and I thought to myself, how about I plug it in with some fatigue recovery pills soon?
Vake and the two of us left, I turn to him again. And I opened my mouth with a good look at my right eye band.
"I'm so glad you're okay, Mr. Vake. I'll take care of you for a while."
If you bow your head, pound there, and the accompanying warmth. Vake's palm, he had already been caressed loosely when he recognized it.
"This way, I'm sorry you're worried. It's gonna be a lot of trouble, but let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I'll do whatever I can to help."
If I give you my face, I'll look at my teeth and gaze at Vake, who laughs luxuriously. On that look, his right eye concealing eye bands, his chest tightened and he wanted to cry.