I want to protect you in this hand.

"Ah, it's almost New Year's Eve"

I watched the bamboo in the back mountain of the church and it spilled out of my mouth. I don't know if I can say bamboo, but there are bamboo-like trees, which are called bamboo after all.

"What is it?"

Will asks a lot. Mal and Cyril are silently wearing berries. I'm used to saying weird things.

"Yeah, a festival?

"" "Festival?

Now there was a reaction from the three of us. With that said, there was no festival at Merrill's in the first place, and if you dare say so, I wonder if the "surge" is a festival.

"Er, you twist a wishful piece of paper on this bamboo-like branch of wood. Let it run down the river or burn it..."

That one's a little fuzzy.

"What happens when you burn it?

Mal asked.

"My wish rises to heaven, and God will make it."

"God......"

Mal snaps his neck. In the first place, Merida creates a mechanism called a dungeon that captures both life and death. Thank you for being born, and when you die, ask them to pay you to the church cemetery, but there is no serious faith. That's why this church was left without anyone to inherit it it, too.

"If that's the case, why don't you just leave it in the dungeon after you write every wish? The dungeon was made by God, and if it was absorbed by the dungeon, that means it went to God."

That's what Will said.

"I see."

When I was impressed, Cyril returned to church in silence and brought his sword.

"Oh, hey, Cyril?

Zash! Yeah? Vertigo and bamboo came down.

"So you should have it in your guild."

"Uh, do you carry this all the way to the guild?

"Yeah."

That's how the surge started, but we were all feathers carrying bamboo during practice in the morning.

"What, you guys, this"

"Write your wish and burn it in the dungeon"

Mal answered.

"Huh? I don't know"

The guild chief turned his head upside down. Mal further said.

"Put this on the guild"

"Dude, even though it's crowded with surges..."

"Mal wants to train too, but he's selling sandwiches"

"Ugh, that's..."

That's what the guild chief's making you do, so it's weak when they say it.

"Even so, how do you write a wish?

"That's right."

I said well.

"Bamboo leaves, when you hurt them, you get the rest. So here's the dagger."

Let me write it down.

"I see. Well, keep it to yourself. I'll burn you at the end. How long are we gonna decorate it?

"Until the Seven Days"

"Right."

That's how bamboo, having our wishes written first, was to be decorated by the guild. We can't all write properly yet. And all the out-of-the-box adventurers are writing their wishes.

"Uh, which one?"

Take a peek at your wish on the last day. There's nothing you shouldn't see.

"Uh, I want my wife"

I come here every day to buy sandwiches.

"Uh, I want my wife"

Yeah, adventurers are a lot of young people.

"Uh, I want my wife..."

You have limits! I screamed unexpectedly.

"Your wish is to improve your technology!

"Then tell me that from the beginning."

"Guild Leader"

"In the first place, this freak? What are you talking about?"

Didn't I tell you that? Cyril, Will and Mal both nodded.

"Uh, sure"

Remember, remember.

"There was a woman who was a good weaver, but she didn't have someone."

"It's common, weaving is at home, so we haven't met."

An adventurer who was nearby nods yeah. Merida also has sheep's wool.

"Worried God created a serious cattle breeder, no shepherd for his son-in-law."

There were no cattle in Merida.

"Nice, that. They could have been adventurers, couldn't they?

"No, it's a sheep connection, I knew it"

Soon there were more adventurers around.

"So, when you get married, you're too happy, you just play and you don't work at all"

"I can't do that."

"Sorry about the man."

"No, demonic woman..."

I'm saying it's cute.

"So, God got angry and tore them apart on both sides of the river they couldn't cross."

"That would be too much."

"Just be careful."

The protest went up.

"Surely it's like God didn't ask how much he said"

"Oh, I made a lot of noise. You started too much because you got a wife."

"Hey, stop it, it's in front of the kid."

"Go."

Yeah. Sort of.

"So, once a year, we can only meet on the seventh day of the seventh moon."

"Let it go."

"Let me see you, too."

Adventurers mourn.

"So, Arsh, why is it a wish day?"

Cyril asked. That's Cyril, right there, the important thing is.

"I hope the woman is good at it because she was a weaving celebrity."

"" "I see" "

Behind the convinced Cyril,

"What about my wife, then?

"I'd rather not."

"Don't get ripped off."

"Yabe. I'll make another wish."

And it's a fuss.

"If you're going to write new, it's the end of the day. I'm gonna burn it today."

"Aiyi"

"Re-write."

To the voice of the guild leader, an adventurer reaches out to the leaves. You can't even say what children do now.

That night, the guild chief was in front of the bamboo with the deputy guild chief. Bamboo was eventually increasing to three.

"Think funny, Arsh."

"What kind of habit is that?"

"Come on, it's his grandpa."

I guess it's not Tonia and Tanya.

"Well, do you want to take it to the dungeon?"

"Guild leader, can you burn it alone?

"Who do you think it is?

"You did, the red one"

"Don't do that"

Stack bamboo on the edge of the square on the ground floor of the dungeon.

"Okay, we're going flashy. Flame, swirl!

"Oh, hey, ah"

"What?"

The flames burned greatly. And.

Bread, bread, bread!

"Yabe, what!

"I knew...... you, I'd run away!

"Oh, wow!

Bread!

I got out of the dungeon so I could be kicked out. Give me something.

"What was it..."

"Bamboo burns."

"Tell me from the beginning that it's such a danger..."

"I'm glad I just burned the leaves, but you're doing great because I burn them..."

"It is! Well, excuse me."

"I hope those kids' wishes reach God"

"Right."

The deputy guild manager went on to say:

"By the way, what did the four of you wish for?"

Will said, "May the sword be strong."

"Ha ha, then Mal too"

"That's a sword."

"So, what about Cyril?

"... may I protect you all."

"Sounds like Cyril. So, what about Arsh?

"I don't know about him."

The guild leader looked up at the night sky.

"Let's hope it doesn't happen."

"Ha, I'm always behind on myself"

"So, what about you?

"You're not young enough to wish on God. What about the guild chief?

……

"No way......"

"Forgot to rewrite"

"My wife!

Well, a long time later, but it's pretty good.

Maybe there is a God in the dungeon.