I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Momogu..."

"Mog...... mog mog"

Fran, who returned to the Inn, was in a state of lack of energy even at night.

I'm not visibly depressed, but I don't feel the usual way. How dare you say you are eating, but that smile was somewhere weak.

The menu consists of a stew full of meat and a filling potato. Three types of bread: black bread, rye bread and butter rolls. It's a fairly sumptuous salad with fish oil, homemade vinegar vegetables, and cheese pasta. If I thought about the other day, the taste would be impeccable.

But Fran's dietary rate doesn't get much better. It would be as good as the college cafeteria.

This is an anomaly. The usual franc should forget most of the troubles if you eat delicious food.

Ursi, who is eating next door, also cares about Fran and has no usual momentum. He flaunts his rice as he flickers at Fran on the side.

"Fran, are you still concerned about Romeo?

"Mmm..."

Yabe. As soon as I heard Romeo's name, Fran's expression became visibly cloudy. I knew he was sick of hurting Romeo. No matter how much I say I had no choice, I guess I can't break it off.

The spoon has stopped. It was the Innkeeper's grandmother who spoke to Fran like that.

"Ma'am, what's going on today?

"Mmm..."

"Why don't you ask me for more information? But is there anything you can do about it that bothers you here?

"It's..."

"These are words that are passed on to elves...... The buds come out more than the ashes of the deep forest"

Is it like an elf proverb?

"Even if the forest where you live burns, one day the trees will grow again and a new forest will be born. I mean, anything can happen as long as you live, but what matters is afterwards. Sometimes I can't take it back. Maybe what's lost is coming back. But it's my food, and I have to live on."

Maybe an elf-like view of life with a long life span. Their lives, which live far longer than human beings, are bound to have a variety of incidents and events. If you care about all of them and regret it, maybe your heart will be crushed.

"... hmm?

Apparently Fran is trying to understand the language. But soon, I'll put my arms together and tilt my neck. I know what the word means, too, but honestly it's subtle if you ask me if I can really understand it.

It would be a bit of a difficult word for Fran, who has only lived 13 years, to be convinced.

"Hmm...... Don't your daughter get it yet? Well, it's a word we Elves' grandmothers finally stain ourselves at this age."

"... sorry"

"I'm sorry about this one. You were so pushy. Just one thing. Yeah?

"Mmm."

"I thought a good meal would be better if you focused on it?

"! Sure."

My grandmother used to say all sorts of words to comfort me, but in the end, she said the last words resonated most with her heart.

But that seems to make sense for Grandma and Fran. They stare at each other for a moment and nod at each other from either side.

"Eating while thinking about something else is rude to the rice"

"Yes, yes."

"Mmm."

And then Fran started eating unconsciously.

It's not perfect, but he's back on track. And there's a slight grin on that face. I hope this gives me my usual energy......

If I thought so, Fran's hand stopped again.

I knew you were well? I thought so, but Grandma's motion is stopped, too. And both gaze at the same place.

"Ho? What's wrong with you?

"... Spirit?

Apparently, the ancient tree spirits came down near the entrance to the dining room. Fran and her grandmother were staring at the same point.

My grandmother, who realizes that Fran is looking at the same place as herself, is asking Fran in surprise.

"Can you see it?

"Anything?

Can't you see it after all? But when Fran returned it that way, her grandmother opened her eyes for a moment and immediately laughed.

"Ho ho ho. The Spirit loved you a lot."

"What do you mean?

"Even if you have talent, if the Spirit hates you, you can't feel it. Mm-hmm. The Spirit sees your daughter. I'm worried you're not well."

"If you're someone you don't like, you might even kick them out... How many decades has it been since the Spirit allowed himself to be so far apart from the elves?

"Is the Spirit forgiving me?

To his grandmother's words, now Fran turned his eyes round. But I don't see why the Spirit liked Fran that much.

You just stayed the night, didn't you? No, maybe that means the Spirit was also hit by Fran's cuteness. Even spirits fascinate Fran. Um, it's possible.

"But I didn't do anything"

"The Spirit likes someone pure and gentle."

It wasn't cuteness. But to discern Fran's purity is a spirit that has quite a lot to offer. Well, I don't see it.

Did Fran also try to feel the Spirit even more, activating his detecting system skills. But it quickly becomes a thought face.

"What's up?

(Even if I use my skills, I have no idea)

Thanks, they haven't changed. My grandmother, who saw how it went, gives me advice.

"You can't see the Spirit in a normal way."

"Really?

"To see Visualize Shiratora Spirit, you need Spirit Magic skills or Spirit Eyes. It seems that humans with either of those qualities can feel a little."

After that, they just have to grasp some trigger and let their skills blossom. They say that being able to feel is evidence that you're on the verge of grasping something. However, he says the elves won't be able to answer the question of what to do because they will be able to see the Spirit before they get their mind on it.

"... Spirit?

……

Speak up where Fran would have the Spirit. Naturally, nothing's responding. Fran wouldn't even know. But Grandma is smiling with her eyes narrowed.

"Uhm, Spirit, I'm glad"

"Spirit, how are you?

"I was happy. Now I'm back in the tree. You're a whim."

"Yes."

"Well, if it's like that, you'll come out again."

"Fun"

Still, at this rate, you might really master spiritual magic while you're staying at this inn.