Isekai Ryouridou

(It's all over today...)

After I was put back in my room after work, I jumped my gaze through a wide open window into the darkness of the night, and I was all alone in my heart like that.

In the meantime, it was my fourth night.

I guess Deal couldn't get out of the castle town after all. Things didn't get any worse or better, just as if this was the new routine given to me, only time flipped by.

But Cycleus will be back the morning after tomorrow.

In that case, this extraordinary routine will be destroyed in response.

How late, in a day or so, this ridiculous life will be scattered over wood dust.

That's a long day.

My chest was about to be crushed by the anguish and sadness of being misled while I was stuck in the cook.

(Ai-Fa...... what are you thinking?

Whenever I think of that name, its existence, my heart shows irregular movement.

It was as if it had a half body.

I had no more pain in my mind about how dependent I was on I-Fa and how dependent I was on its existence.

Why am I standing in a place like this, really stepping on the ground with my own feet, what am I living for - such thoughts that I don't normally even think about, make my head bury.

It was as unreliable as drifting through space in solitude, and also as hopeless as sinking from one's head into a deep, black sea.

I want to see Ey-Fa.

I want to hear Ai-Fa's voice.

I want to feel the plumpness of I-Fa at this fingertip.

So intensely that I thought I might be stupid myself, I was possessed by such delusions.

I wonder how people other than i-fa spend these past few days.

The most itchy Deep Lou family folks, of course, are Rutim and Ray and Sudra and Fou and - if you count them, I don't know what you mean.

And so are the people in the lodging town.

Everyone and he are only on the other side of the memory.

This was like living and living memories.

During the day, he escapes such distress by immersing himself in cooking.

But when you are thus drawn back to the original room, you happen to be caught in nothingness.

No matter how much you encourage culinary drilling, that dish only reaches the mouth of Refraia.

Even if it had reached the mouths of the Deals at dinner, that would not have cleared up this sense of nothingness.

The person I want to deliver the food to is Ai-Fa.

They're people by the woods.

They're from the lodging town.

The skills and knowledge gained on this occasion can all be shown to everyone - even thinking about it that way and being able to immerse myself in the task of cooking while I was making it, at night its shaking back was going to break my heart.

"Dear Asta... If it's not time to rest, you will be physically handicapped..."

Chiffon-Cher leans in gently.

That hand should be touching my arms and shoulders, but my senses are empty and I can't feel anything.

"Excuse me. I don't think I can sleep yet."

"Really... but even if you're just lying down, you can regain a lot of strength, so please go over to the bedroom..."

- That's right.

It doesn't make a difference in the depth of darkness that you see in your heart as you roll over to your bedroom to stand by the window. Then it still seemed like a better thing to do to reassure Chiffon-Cher.

"... in the morning after tomorrow, the Lord will return too... It's also a long and little more than a day away that you can spend with Asta in this way..."

"Right."

"I know I feel sorry for it... but it hurts me more to see Asta like that..."

Chiffon-Cher smiled loudly as usual, but I felt like those strange purple eyes were filled with a light that was boring me wondering if I could manage to convey my thoughts correctly.

Maybe a part of my mind is already worn out and different from the usual people, but I still have a good feeling about caring for others.

If she hadn't been in my place, I could have collapsed more.

But - the big hole that crept into my chest was hard to fill with whatever it took.

"... excuse me. Then I'll give you a break."

"Yes......"

Chiffon-Cher gently unwrapped his hand from my arm and closed both open windows for me.

That's how we head to each sleeping area separated by a screen.

"Dear Asta, have a good dream..."

"Yeah, you too"

I collapsed on the bunk without help.

Eventually the lantern fire is extinguished by the hands of Chiffon-Cher, and the vision is closed to true darkness.

My body was tired as mud, but there was no sign of the sleeper coming down, no fine dust.

Is my heart refusing to sleep? Even if you sleep, you'll just be annoyed by nightmares.

(Nightmare...... this situation is more of a nightmare)

If it's also a definite proof that we can go back home in two days, maybe we've never been cornered so far.

But the other guy is Cycleus.

No matter how positive you try to think, it's still hard to believe that man from the bottom of your heart.

Of course, I'm going to pave the way for reconciliation at any rate if I'm going to be in a situation where I'm going to face Cycleus without being freed like this.

But still, if Cycleus finds out about this girl's untimely demise and thinks that erasing my existence is the quickest solution - I will disappear from this world without ever being able to reunite with anyone with Ai-Fa like this.

It's probably that thought that's at the root of my fear and despair.

If it was just a matter of living away from Ai-Fa for a few days, I think there was still room for it.

But if this is the farewell to this life, can't you die?

The last look I saw of Ai-Fa, the face of Ai-Fa smiling happily, is smashed behind her eyelids.

- If I may, I'd like to be at peace that day.

If your holiday overlapped, I'd be very happy to relax at home with crackles.

The day the two of them could be off work together, the 8th of the White Moon, was rarely today.

- Never get distracted and encourage work, Asta-

I never meant to be distracted.

But I was abducted by the bad guys, and I couldn't go back to Fa's house.

How angry Ai-Fa is, how sad Ai-Fa is - I have inflicted more anguish and despair on Ai-Fa than I have.

(Ai-Fa......)

Sleepless, strike a turnaround.

In that ear, a strange tone crept in that kick......

It is a fine, metallic tone.

The wind left the windows empty?

No, the window here opens towards the outside. It's not even as crude as what happens with the wind.

However, the door leading to the corridor remained closed.

So Chiffon-Cher opened the window again?

No, I hear regular sleep when I clear my ears.

Then what the hell was that? I tried to wake myself up on the bunk.

There - from the shadow of the window screen, a dark figure appears.

He was a dark, condensed figure even in the shade of the night.

"Nah..."

"Don't raise your voice"

Hissed, low voice.

Like I've heard somewhere, a boy's voice.

The beastly yellow eyes glistened raggedly, reflecting the light of the moon as it plugged through the window of the light removal sorry.

"Are you...?"

"Don't speak up. It would be a hassle if the woman sleeping there noticed."

The boy - a strange boy with a beastly glimpse of hand and a husky voice still young, whispers.

"Can't you see me? With all this moonlight, it'll be enough."

Strong force, grabbed by the wrist.

I stayed awake, dreaming blurry, pulled by that strong force, and moved to the back of the screen.

Behind the screen, the windows were wide open, and even the light of the moon had to descend indoors.

Under its blue and white light, scarlet hair that looks darker than during the day flutters.

"Zida... how could you be here..."

"Ask your own chest about that."

Saying in an unchallenged voice, Gida, the red-haired boy, threw my wrist away.

"Outside, you're looking good. How do you feel about living in the aristocratic hall, Asta of Fa's house?"

I think that was the first time Zida called me by name.

Masala's hunter - the orphan of a prostitute/redbearded gorum - wrapped around a face still young and a cape of fur with a tiny body half a head smaller than mine, a dull spot.

Well, I got more and more confused as I stared at a strange figure that I could hardly get used to seeing again and again.

"Yes, how the hell did you sneak into this place? This place is guarded by watchdogs and guards - no, how come I'm in this mansion in the first place -"

"I told you not to shout out loud. Aren't the soldiers watching us here?

In plain veins, he gets a grumpy look on the fine surface that looks delicate, and he glimpses it with yellow eyes again.

"I would have opened the window as much as I did earlier, though? That's why I found out you were in this room. And then he punched an arrow of hook-toenails wrapped around Fibach's crawl into the roof, and he passed it on and climbed up."

"No, it's not. Nobody should know I'm being captured by this mansion, right?

"... the folks by the woods were twitching that a nobleman named Cycleus must be the culprit. I haven't spoken directly to anyone. - It was a man named Michel of Turan who told me where this mansion was."

I'm surprised by that name.

"Yesterday, I saw that man who came to Cebu Town stuck with the people by the woods. So I grabbed the guy as he went back to Turan and asked him where this mansion was.... That man was originally from this castle town, too."

"Ugh, yeah, that sounds like it - but Castle Town is protected by stone walls, right? I thought you couldn't get in and out without a pass.

"As long as I have the tools, I don't care.... you want me to explain that procedure?

Such a thing didn't matter.

"Well, then, what the hell did you - get to a place like this for?

With this question, Zida turned her mouth into a letter to.

I'm heartily impressed that this boy can have such a childish look, too.

"I'm just... I'm just here to worship your face, which fell all over the enemy, leaving things like that out of the ordinary. And..."

and yellow eyes gleam.

"I suppose a nobleman named Cycleus, who lives in this hall, is the mastermind of everything you say? From the words of the people by the woods and Michelle of Turan, I could have known it. … then I also wanted to make sure how much the mansion was guarded"

"- This mansion is protected by soldiers and watchdogs, right?

"Yeah. But it's not as big a protection as I'd say. A man named Cycleus seems to live a lot more swallowed up with all that"

Two things, noisy signs creep up from the boy's little body.

No less than a hunter by the woods, it's a wild, beastly killer.

"Well, I guess there's a lot more distribution in the mansion. If this is such a big stupid mansion, just look for its place and you'll break your bones."

"Ji, Jida, you may have said something about Cycleus..."

"Is he still away from the mansion? I heard the people by the woods talking like that.... I just came to check it out today"

That's how Zida nodded a little and stared at me to give it to her.

"... if you have the means to expose his sins to the daytime, it will be the number one haunting for his murdered fathers. Whether your plan succeeds or fails, I'll wave the knife down after I figure it out."

"Well, then..."

"But if the law of this country is to punish him lighter than death, I swear to God, I will behead him. Absolutely."

Maybe the noisy signs I'm feeling are just a little spill of killing that Zida is desperately suppressing.

In this darkness, you two relate to a boy like a chunk of killing. I said while I was getting another little bit of consciousness float from such an unrealistic experience.

"... so you're just here to scout and see how I'm doing?

"Oh, yeah.... If you were a resentful person, I thought I'd peel you off even on the skin of your face..."

And when I was a beast, I stuck my eyes out.

"Apparently, you're even mourning your own detours. Damn, he's a pitiful man. The people of the woods can hear you."

"I don't have a word to give back about it.... Hey Zida, how are my countrymen doing?

Finally, I heard what I wanted to hear the first time.

Once Zida closed her eyelids and quenched all the resentment that was overflowing, she said.

"Nothing like this. The people of the woods are looking for you after losing me. Accommodation Town is going to be a mess."

"Yes... is it..."

"In the beginning, the guards seemed likely to cross the blades. I'm even running around town now. The castle guards won't be able to fit in at all, so I'm guessing they're making a leap to find out who the bad guys who took you are."

…………

"The people of the town were also coming to the guards in large numbers, but anyway, wait for the tenth day of the white moon, when the head of the guard regiment returns, a glimmer of. The guards and guards are as confused as the people in town."

I guess so.

This is probably a plot carried out at Leflaia's discretion. I don't know who keeps the security on behalf of Cycleus' brother, but it must be shrinking to a detour within which those responsible do not return anyway.

Also, where the noise was delivered into the castle, the contents should be "the people of the woodland who were doing business in the lodging town were exposed to the bad guys".

If we do not remember giving our own orders, we shall just laugh spirally wondering if the Cycleuses have also found out. If the people of the woods and the unreliable people of the town will wake up on their own, that's not a bad story, either.

"So, um - do you know what my parents, i-fa, are up to...?

"That's the woman," Zida says expressionlessly.

"That woman, too, seems to go down to town every day. But he's a pain in the ass who can read my signs. I'm trying to stay as close as possible, so I'm not sure."

"Right..."

The i-fa people - the people by the woods and the people in the lodging town - are desperately looking for me.

Just listening to that, my chest was going to be smashed to pieces.

"... you don't seem to have suffered any hand injuries from this, but you seem to be coming a long way"

Zida said so in a low voice.

"I owe you all a little. If you want to say something, you don't have to take the messenger."

I tried to pack into Zida.

but Zida, who quickly pulls herself away, takes the same distance again.

"Zida... although I'm not in the mood to ask you to do this... can I ask you to take me back to Inn Town with me like this?

"Hmm. Can you kill signs like a hunter? If you can't do that, you'll just be bitten to death by a watchdog within ten steps."

Zida trumpeted my wish in a nutshell.

"Well..." Zida flickers at me dropping her shoulders.

"If people by the woods, it wouldn't be as hard to do guard dogs as I do. And since we had ties to Michelle of Turan, it shouldn't have been impossible to locate this mansion. And yet, I'm guessing that leaving you alone in this way means... that you're not worth saving until you break the law."

"So-" I almost put my hand flat in my mouth, "Don't shout out loud," Zida exclaims.

"... that's normal. There is no proof that Cycleus took me before he broke the law. The people of Moribe are in no position to show their weakness to Cycleus, so there's no way they can break the law without further proof."

"But..."

"Besides, it's like Cycleus wasn't the one who took me."

At last here, I was able to tell Zida what was going on.

Zida kept her mouth shut in a grumpy manner, and she never even whispered a word to the end.

"The killer is Cycleus's daughter, not Cycleus... but the bad guy's son is the bad guy."

"No, I don't think you can generally decide that."

"Besides, it doesn't change the fact that you were captured in this mansion. It just seems to me, after all, that the people of the woods weigh more than your life."

As if that were so dissatisfying, Zida let her lips grip.

I overlap the presence of I-Fa in that childish trick, and I get hazy.

Speaking of which, this eye look that reminds me of the cat family beast too - might just look a little like Ey-Fa when angry.

"A compatriot's life is above all irreplaceable. What is a forest folk, for the sake of the law, a feeble gathering of human beings that makes their compatriots whirl?

"That will never happen. It's just that the people by the woods - believe in the correctness of abiding by the code and the law. Maybe in a stronger way than the people in town."

"Hmm. Unlike me, the son of a bandit, you mean you have an unspoilt soul"

"No, I don't think so -"

"Whatever. I have my way, and the people by the woods have their way. That's how I could do it my way, face to face with you. It couldn't have been the people of the woods."

With a small voice but a challenging tone, Zida has been leaning towards me for a long time.

"On top of that, let's ask.... Anything you want to tell your compatriots?

It was like - a look and a mouthful asking if there was anything I could do to help myself.

Without knowing what thoughts are hidden inside of it, I nod back, "I do."

"I want you to keep telling everyone what I just told you. So I want you to tell this to someone named Zashma."

"Zashma......?

"I'm one of those people in town who's helping the people by the woods. He's the only one who can get in and out of Castle Town. So tell that person to tell Melfried this story as soon as possible - Melfried is a nobleman trying to expose the old evil of Cycleus, just like us, the son of Lord Genos."

"Okay. If Cycleus crosses the line, you might be in danger. Let me tell you something."

After saying it that way, Zida blurred her yellow eyes again.

"By the way, is there not that Sim people named Sanjula in this mansion?

"Huh?"

"Was that man who crushed my shoulder bone the hand of Cycleus? That's what they wrote in the arrangement."

"Is there an arrangement out there?

"Oh. I only know how to write people. There's an arrangement out there between a man named Sanjula and an unknown man of the West, the one who took you."

After all, Nair appealed to the guards.

And it's out in the lodging town with no pressure whatsoever on its content as it is.

That means - after all, Cycleus and the others haven't been given that much detail yet. Because if you even see a human copybook, you should know at a glance that it's a related party to your own hall.

It was also a definite light of hope.

"The other western people is probably a martial officer named Musul with whom you are protecting Cycleus' daughter. My body looks just like my voice. Let me tell Zashma that too."

Now at least we can tell the truth about everything while Melfrid gains freedom of movement.

After that, I didn't know how far Melfried, who was only the keeper of the law, would hit me with a strong hand - all this without trying to open the lid.

"I'll be sure to tell him.... now I don't owe you or owe you anything."

Zida tries to return the blemishes. On that back, I called out, "Wait a minute."

"I also want everyone to tell me that I'm fine. So... I want you to try to pass it on to as many people around the woods as possible, not to Ai-Fa alone, if possible."

"... I'm not good with that woman, so I was going to tell her to another person originally, but why bother telling her that?

"Yep... that's because I thought if I passed it on to Ey-Fa alone, I'd come alone like you, or something..."

"Break the law, without telling anyone,?

Zida half-closed her eyelids and hoisted her eyebrows in strange shapes.

What a complex expression, such as a distracted impression.

"... I didn't think I'd fall in love that way at the end"

"Beh, I'm not in love with anything."

"But well, it seems to me that that's the real compatriot... the real family."

That said, Zida put her right foot on the window pier.

"Bye. I don't know if we'll ever see each other again... but for our compatriots who are desperately rushing around, we're going to spare no effort to be able to live forever until tomorrow at best"

"Oh, thank you. I really appreciate it, Zida."

Without answering my reply, Zida disappeared straight across the window.

I rushed over, but that figure wrapped around my fur cloak quickly melts into the dark.

He said something about hook nails, but he jumped normally on his way home. What a frightening physical ability.

I close the window and breathe.

Now it's time to tell the Ai-Fas that I've managed to stay safe.

That alone made me feel like a dark cloud full of my chest had been cleared up considerably.

(All you have to do is get out of here with five satisfied bodies)

Instead of anxiety, anguish, or despair, inexperienced power is regarded.

Zida lit up hope for me, even in the dark.

(Ai-Fa, just wait a little longer)

The last time I stiffened my fist, I went back to my bedroom.

I got worried that I would be able to sleep after being so daunted, but I don't remember anything after that, so I guess I fell asleep lightly.

That night, I never had a nightmare.