Back in the room, Beryl had a love thing, Sorol-kun had an unexpected hand in the dictionary thing, and I froze a little at the door.
And I gently shut the door behind me so that I could not understand it, and when I took out the rug —— which is actually the ground foot of this room —— I opened it in an empty place.
I wondered if the magic of blocking voices and sounds was hanging in the room without any noise outside, but if you two were reading, you shouldn't be making any noise or anything. Though I was careful to arrange the meals quietly in a space where all I could hear was the sound of reading through the books for a while.
"... you have an incredibly good quality book"
And Sorol-kun shrugged with his eyes dropped on the dictionary.
It wasn't questionable, huh? Solo??? I tried to decide not to ask, and then I went on to say, "Where did you buy it?" I'm afraid this was a conversation because I was normally asked, "returns the answer to the question that was hung up.
"I'm asking a merchant I know to flush a good book, not just a dictionary."
In this era, people who write as books rarely have scrutiny eyes, especially dictionaries and reference books, and there is considerable variation in readability and content. Of all the things that Ish introduces me to while I feel lacking, it's a good book that reads perfectly and has few mismemories.
Sorol-kun said "Hmm" and stopped having conversations, either because he wasn't introduced to a determined bookstore or because he realized it was something that wasn't so easily available. On the unexpected side of a boy who reads like a murmur, I thought you were a bad student, but you have a desire for knowledge... oh, that puts an admirable eye on priestly qualities.
"Why don't you both, it's time for dinner?
He speaks slightly louder to them, who seem to be doing so even as they hang up. When I poured more drinks into the two seemingly individually owned cups that were already out, they came to this one with their faces up.
What I've chosen not to wash out as much as possible is skewer roasting and tacky pinching of the previous world. And then I made it a cut-fruit for frying and an unmistakable menu for young people because I didn't have any requests. The bucket feels like if it's out and it doesn't seem enough, keep it in the bag for now.
After each appropriately reached out and drank several times, Sorol-kun waved the conversation about how he couldn't stand the silence.
"By the way, how far did you talk?
I didn't know the silent dining landscape was unbearable... guide. Does this kid mind? It seems a little nervous, and I think I might get a little nervous in the future.
Beryl spills a potpourri next to me as I quietly carry the fruit into my mouth thinking about it.
"... to the point that this bow is being targeted by the forest fairy"
"Fairy? No, you're a sizably obvious person, that one.... well no. I'll explain from the beginning."
Speaking like he'd given up, Sorol turned this way with a strong gaze.
"The bow this guy has, it's the spiritual bow that's been protected in me, isn't it? When Chris and the others came to Sorol Forest, he touched his bow in a slightly distracted gap. Soon he was chosen as the handler."
Solol-kun... Originally, the Elf Forest, where Silwestlis-kun comes from - seems to be the "Solol Forest” - was strewn with powerful connections to prevent intruders from coming from the outside world. The face of the brave party called for for work was able to break through it without difficulty, but the uninvited treatment of my guests, of course, prevented me from taking a step forward by an invisible wall.
So I don't know what happened in the elves at that time, and I don't have a reason to know how Solol got into the party right now. This is apparently something that emanates from such an old event.
"Until now, he said that holding hands was out of the woods guy without exception, and he had no intention of letting this bow, the outside world, out in the first place. It's been protected for a long time, and in a way, the object of awe… is the home of our family's heart.... human beings may not know what you're talking about."
That's how the boy dropped his gaze and chewed in his mouth the skewer that was in his hand, as I recall.
"... yet come on. It's supposed to be, but as soon as I found out this guy was chosen as the handler, I didn't know what it was like to be showing signs of that, so I started reverencing him like I gave him back my palm. When I heard that there were no priests at the brave party, I was told that they were close and fit, so I was ordered to go with them. Well, when this guy dies, he's gonna let go of his bow, and then he's gonna take it back to the Sorol Forest."
So, I finally get to the point, and I get my gaze back on hydration.
"Was it around the city you stopped in front of the Kingdom of Ediana?... so it looks like he got his eyes on a weird guy. You don't think you can get your hands on it when you're with Chris and the others, but you seem to be quiet. When this guy is alone or when we're together, it feels like this is the place to set things up. I think I found out somewhere that this is only seven spiritual bows in the world. I've been trying to make a big deal out of you lately, but when I get to this city, hire people to come and take it from me, like I remember... I mean, I think it's definitely the reason I stayed too long. That's how it goes now."
When I returned "heh" to the boy who closed the end in some throwing atmosphere, he looked at me like he was somehow feeling inadequate in his reactions, so I try to add "it's tough" or something with kindness.
Then the boy, as usual, let his pretty face have a grand wrinkle.
"Because I can't handle weapons, so I'm not that interested... and in the first place, where can I have strong thoughts about that story where the brave don't get involved?
I gave it back without any concern, but Soror-kun gave me a look stuck in words and told me to squeeze it out after a while of silence "you're certainly right".
--Huh? What's up?? I don't know, but I was hoping you could help me...?
Wow... if so, was this a little cold back?? Though I felt sorry for him.
But normally, that's why I don't feel like there's anything I can do, and I feel a lot more useful to them around the room already like this.
In the first place, brave... would be busy with the lord's daughter relationship, but Mr. Rice and Mr. Reps seemed to have time there, and apart from having you pick them up, Haz could have been better this evening instead of tomorrow morning? Adding that, hey.
Actually, Beryl and Sorol both wanted to open up to the lord for just one night?? Private stuff like that is also hidden.
I'm still useful enough, I guess.
"Oh, Beryl. You can't leave vegetables in between, can you?
I just subtly found a skewered vegetable that was retreated (of) on the edge of a plate replacement bag and tried to give the girl a voice of instruction.
"... shush is fine"
And, as I stared at the vegetables I had left myself, a small voice returned in some depressed atmosphere.
Oh? Can I call that by name? While I think.
It was subtle air, but after a little meal, we read each of our favorite books and crushed the night time. I was taken to the window the next morning by Mr. Rice and Mr. Reps, who picked me up, to see the boy and girl go home.
As I dropped him off, I thought he wouldn't have favored me, although not until he hated me in the heart, but was he unexpectedly admired by them before he knew it? and. I tried to remember previous exchanges.
If you go out into society, even someone as far away as Mr. Reps and Mr. Rice are, in a sense, a reciprocal relationship. Perhaps more about respect for others than about respect for older people, but as a basis for relationships in society, that's probably the first thing to come. Sometimes there are elders who want an absolutely respectful attitude, but if that is possible, they will be able to develop an ever-growing relationship with a large number of others. I feel it was such a trend in times, especially in the previous world.
But in their mid-teens before full independence, they probably don't understand that kind of feeling very well. Older people will treat their children unconsciously, and those of them who are sensitive years will recognize that, so I'm sure they won't be able to have a reciprocal relationship with older people. He said I was probably the closest brave man in the party to be more intimate.
Nevertheless, I don't think I can call them “friends” in a relationship yet, and from now on, if I ever had the chance, I'd call them in an uninterrupted way, or something.
Until now, I have only seen the brave men, and I smile bitterly at them who were the creepers of the fantasy world, wondering that I am thinking that way, and in fact I was going to keep from touching them.
Speaking of which, when I was a little girl, my chipmunk childhood friend said, "Wouldn't you rather live more aggressively?" I've been through what I've been saying, me at the time. No, look, 'cause. It was Ish who had some kind of lifeless eyes at the time, wasn't it? That's the story.
Though, it's the one called fifty hundred steps, what a really barren story you had at a young age. And it makes me laugh even more bitterly.
Well, actually, my spiritual contemporaries are around Mr. Reps, but what a reminder.
I hear it's gap-adorable, but does it work for him to fulfill the difference between what he looks like now and how mature his contents are? Think of it as...... uh, rather pulled......
I was reincarnated! I remember!! The funny thing is, if you're not a young kid, it's just Itai.
Conclude that way.
--This secret... you should never find out.
Let's be careful.
I don't think it's okay because there's any element that I'd find out if I were normal.
Even a brave man can't know until he's inside someone else's heart.
I remember them, who had disappeared for so long, diving off the window and onto the bed wondering if I should even sleep twice.
In a few moments, I could have fallen asleep so much, but could you explain the benefit of "distant memories” with brave men appearing in rare dreams? "or something like that.
I can't afford to be in my dreams at all, even though it was a hugely colorful hassle of stuffed posing and all. I'm desperate to ask you a question, but in the end, I ended up saying to a situation where there was no longer any escape, "Please don't ask me my age!!" Or try jumping up screaming in real life.
Leaving aside the colorful schematics, I think it's going to be a weird dream where people ask questions that are cramped with answers...
I feel bad, needless to say.