—— Uh-oh... (● ●;)
And, dare you, try to be surprised by the template.
"Lady, good place"
Hey, freak out at the voice from your feet.
"Wow! Wow, I'm surprised"
and.
That's my blind spot where I only saw the ceiling, but, well, if you scream something, it's more or less about feeling calm. But apparently, blood draws on the clothes stained with red liquid seeping from the belly, next... Do you notice how this one looks with a blue-face, an old man or one step ahead who can rely on his body for a black rock?
"Don't you have a healing pill or something?
And I groaned with a bitter smile.
Right! Or even if you don't tell me! and the hand that fishes gasagoso with reflection.
"I don't know, it looks like any of the built-ins have crushed... it hasn't been that long, but, uh, here... I was wondering if the healing pills would cure you?
Or picky on a much more disturbing line.
"Here, here, this or something! What do you say!?
and lifting with trembling arms is some liquid bottle that one day the mermaid princess gave me.
When he normally receives it so that there is no effect of the wound, he looks surprised after shaking it once.
"Lady, this..."
"Please use it! Absolutely! Now, definitely! A merchant I know! No, you're a decent trustworthy person!? That's what the person says! Because it has a near revival effect!!
"No, but this would be..." Tears of the Mermaid Princess ”...? How the hell is this..."
"Eh, on Cape Lover in Parshfelda! If you ring any bells, Princess Mermaid will come out...!
It's okay! I'm not suspicious of your origin! and.
I waved my hands around my chest and didn't do anything wrong! It's clean!
"But hey... so precious... can I have it?
and.
"Lady, the level seems low too... In time, don't you want to use it?
Those who honestly look in trouble that way, with a face slightly wrinkled in blonde hair mixed with white things, silence the vial and my face two back and forth.
"It's okay, then! Uh, look, I'm actually high on luck (rack)! Oh, and! If possible, if the wound heals, would you like me to look for a hand to go back with you...!
Yeah, lying's convenient too! And I think about the story they told me one day.
For a line that threw up, it would have dotted him.
Nice middle man, he said, oh, well, yeah. Let me check the scenery around once and see if it's hard to find. Then I pull out the lid and pour it in.
"Ugh... intensely moist..."
Fishing for water, water, and nostalgia.
If you look inside "ooh" at the blurry glowing body.
By the time I was comfortable moisturizing my mouth with bright water, my cool uncle would have put his hands on my belly and explored how it was.
"Wow, here it is."
And I get up, whining, cheering.
"It really helped. It's Jill. Nice to meet you."
When you gaze around the height of that person, who was roughly as long as Mr. Chris.
"No, I'm really glad I could help. My name is Berlina. Um... so, if you like..."
"Whoa, let's not find our way home. You owe me your life. I'm not leaving you."
and.
Nice middle laughed nicely, slightly clari at the adult charm.
--Ah. This guy is a natural tarashi.
Mr. Berlina's intuition, Kilari.
"I don't see any monsters in my ranks. Let's go with caution."
The thing I picked up while telling you is a seemingly normal long sword.
Here's a little, a recap.
There's a dungeon where monsters gush, there's a challenger called Adventurer, somehow, but this world. When the level rises, and that is what holds the position from first to ninth place, approaching a person in the category of superior, the appearance of the weapons and protective equipment used becomes characteristic for the price.
Those who adorn with jewels, demonic stones, spiritual stones and those who boast shapes and weights that are difficult for others to handle. Gemstones, of course, are custom-made, that is, expensive products, if they are geared exclusively for you. The point is, that's all I make, so... The way you say boast may be mixed, but that's how the adventurers show their strength.
Come here. This guy's, like, a normal long sword.
Look, I look like the inexpensive type that sells a lot at weapons stores, but whether the material is good or well maintained... I feel a little different glow...
But it's a normal long sword.
It's a truly rustic long sword with no embellishments or personalities.
--... is it too rustic and the other way around is the one that cares?
and.
Return from the sea of thought around here and raise your gaze.
A brilliant sky with a gold dial is still a rolling panorama.
The great hall of the dungeon… again different from the space lined with those white Asian struts.
Large, small, time to proceed, on decorative paintings, decorative needles. It feels like being shown the depth of darkness that is still unfilled by the individual light to the number of things that seem to lack the same as one.
I have no choice but to cause anxiety in vain.
Realizing how I was like that, Jill seems to have put the long sword in his sheath and looked up at the pseudo-night sky, equally full of clocks.
When our gaze returns from there to each other, I contact which way we go, about the path divided left to right.
"Don't you dare go to those with a lot of light?
There is a black rock where Jill relied on his body, this place is somewhat larger than the road. It's not a complete circle, but it's a joint that connects bones to bones.
The black ground extending on both sides, due to the deeper black, looks to us like it is cut five meters wide. Blunt smell. Designed to keep me from falling, but the pitch black ahead with the road cut off... is it a cliff after all...? If it falls, will it die...? I have those imaginations, silent fears.
Even though it's a dim space, the end of the road extending on both sides, the end of the way, is lit up with glimmers, and, well, I guess there's some kind of end point (goal) towards either side.
Let's not get lost anyway, let's go for a bright spot. With such simple reflection, I made a suggestion to him.
And.
"Right. It's easy to understand. Shall we leave then?"
We started walking side-by-side, listening to the voice we returned.
"By the way, Mr. Jill"
There was no other story, even though I thought it might be disgusting.
Well, I owe you like I gave you “all healing items” from what I call games, you'll be fine enough to ask. That's why.
"He says there's no sign of a monster around here, but where the hell did he get hurt?
"Oh, right. I'm curious. … in the room of the Hour Ball Clock (Sphere Glass) in the Time Shake Cage (Kuhner Temps), an impossible monster sprang up."
Jill openly, then painfully, takes a deep deep breath once there.
Honestly, there was a "hmm...? (...;)" point in the flow of that story... it's also a bad idea to water it, so I'll shut up until I'm done.
"I could afford it on a level, but there's a mixture of extra guys... and I'm not sleeping well enough to watch them die. So, it turns out the cool stuff doesn't stick up the wrong way."
"... ha, I see. That was tough..."
"But it's me. I was lucky all this time. I was in a hurry when the swirl of light drank me, but I saw your daughter before I died flying here."
………
Is that really “lucky” to clean up...
Jill says she's squinting at the response in front of the problem with her chest.
"... it may not have been time to die."
The little whine that said that the gods are quite rough with people bare my ears that were distracted by other things...
Unexpectedly, "Um..." poked me in the mouth and came out to this voice, what nice uncle gave me a loose glance.
"Um, that, me, now...“ Exactly now "I was flown here... the original location is the same, but I haven't actually seen the remains of monsters like Jill said..."
What is it, something important… a temporal element? I feel like I'm falling out...
To a line that went on in a bluff, for a moment, he was Kyoton.
"I'm going to ask you some questions... Dear Brave... Uh, with Mr. Chris Ray Gracis..."
Can I show you that I know you, or...?
…………………
Jill was serious and rigid about the line she managed to ask in a whisper.
"... hey, what year is it now?... No, what the hell was the year your daughter was drunk by the light...?
And he shrugged in a colorful voice.
"Continental history, 2655,"
Right!? It matters, doesn't it!? It's definitely better to check with each other now, right?!? and.
Thoughts, and this one trembles with tension, if you try to interrupt it back into a quiet world.
"... six years, huh? With all that time..."
Sure it is. Jill's talking gesture seemed to only open for a few minutes or so from when he was flown over here until I showed up.
In our overlapping gaze at each other as "incredible..." wouldn't this be a big deal if we didn't find a way back early...? and. Each circumstance penetrates, a cold sweat runs down my back.
It's harder to attack when the age opens any further... do you mean? Rather, there is a good chance that I will marry someone else. Oh, look at this face that's so... hardened.
"Back at the corner, we broke up dead... I don't know. Not a joke at all..."
Mr. Jill shrugged.
—— Oh, this guy, the wife belt guy.
and. Separated from death, can be seen from the voice and atmosphere he spoke of...
"Let's hurry up, young lady"
"Yes, I totally agree"
The crease, and the wrinkles in the distorted eye area, return a bitter laugh with a serious glance and one big nod.
Then we went silently, all the way towards the light seeping into the darkness.
The path, which I thought would be flat after a short walk, became steep uphill after some up-down... Jeez, Jill looked sorry for the unchanged look on this one, who climbs desperately with a bitter breath.
Please go ahead and check the light source, if it squeezes bitterly like that, I'll see you first, then.
If you finally stepped over the hill with your thoughts and walked over there, you would feel a frightening sign that the person who stood up... "had no choice but to stand up”.
The identity of the blurry visible light, sinking into a vast enclosure, the voice of a giant clock of gold......
Needles that show the same number, 12 large floating stones, 60 small floating stones, and three times as the previous world. What other time is it, there is one unknown needle.
A number of wheels meshed underneath it.
When standing next to Mr. Jill, the biggest gear gives the sight of Guisserie progressing.
Again, I was also stunned that I had to look down---.