Isekai Ryouridou

The tent of "A Seat of Gamleys" was really busy.

There are about twenty people queued up outside the tent, and there are about ten people lined up in fortune sheds by the entrance.

Guests still seem to be predominantly young people, but not all of them have families or elderly people. However, the divination hut felt like younger daughters were the majority, and there were pompous and merchant-style men all around.

"I look forward to seeing Huey. I'd like to come and see it again in the light."

Rimi-Lou, holding hands with Tara, says so with a grin. As far as I could tell, it was the two youths in that group and Dan-Rutim and Gillan-Lillin who were the most mind-blowing in this pastime.

However, Ama Min-Rutim and Yun-Sudra, who behave well, are also looking forward to it from the bottom of their hearts because they want another visit.

And while I was thinking about it, the queue grew longer. If you noticed, there were as many as fifteen people pushing behind us as possible.

I was worried that it would be a lot late to return then, and all of a sudden all ten people lined up in the front disappear into the tent.

"Oh, I wonder if you're limiting the number of people going in for a moment"

When I snap, I-Fa says, "Hmm?" He looked back.

"No, if a customer packs it from the next to the next where he's doing the art, there are parts of it that interest him a little. So I was wondering if I was taking a little time to get through the ten or so people, and then I was letting the ten new people in again, separated by the wind."

"... I don't know, you don't seem to have to wait any longer than I thought"

As Ai-Fa put it, then less than two minutes later, we were able to step into the dark tent.

The passages in the tent are also lined up in lengths of about 20 people. Then again, when the ten people in front disappeared beyond the drapes, it was finally our turn.

"Oh, you wanted it tonight, too. Welcome, everyone by the woods."

Standing at the reception today was a bender's pinot.

"Do you have papula flowers? Then you don't have to pay for it."

"Thank you.... Um, are you alone today?

"Yeah, the blurry bard is hiding somewhere in the clouds. I know you're here because I think you did it all right.

Thanks to you, Atashi can stand without a break. "

Throw the chunks of red flowers you receive from me into the grass cage, often with chatter to adjust the time, and then Pinot gives you a droop.

"Take your time, then. Enjoy your momentary dreams."

It is a self-aware tent. With the exception of Giza-Lou and Raina-Lou, this would be our second visit at night, so we could move on without hesitation.

Nevertheless, it is a strange space enclosed with night groves. If you're a hunter, you won't be stuck on your feet, and some sensation drives you crazy. Exactly, half awake and wandering through my dreams.

Indulge in the silver lion and gauje leopard appearance at the first piercing of the road.

Rimi-Lou and Tara were thrilled, and Raina-Lou, who entered the first battle, was also shouting "well".

"... is this really not dangerous?

It was Gazran-Rutim who responded "yes" to Ziza-Lou's inquiry.

"Look at those beasts' eyes. I'm on alert, but you don't feel harmful at all, do you? … Now, with my husband's life, it seems possible to capture the bandits without harming them"

"... I don't think I can handle Gibba like this."

Enjoying the beautiful and ambitious appearance of Huey and Sarah until Rimi-Lou and the others were satisfied, we turned the road around.

Now it is between the pot man Dillo.

"Wow," he said, "was Rimi-Lou, who, along with Rud-Lou and others, stepped in the lead.

Even today, a pot was placed in the center of the room.

but there was also something stranger placed beside it.

It is a black, round, blurry object about the size of a pot.

As all twelve of them fit inside the room, it happened that the black object began to move to dance.

When I thought I'd jumped around the pot, I'd roll around and come and go in the room. A black mass with no hands or feet stirred the surface slightly, but it was still raging. It was easy to predict who it was, but oddly enough, it didn't make a difference.

After all thirty seconds of such a blast, suddenly the black mass rises longitudinally all the time.

From the side, the two arms grow loose, and at the end, the soggy face pops out. In an instant, the black ball turned into a long-bodied human wrapped in a long coat.

"... Welcome to One of the Gamrays... My name is Dillo and I am your guide for the evening..."

"I knew it was you! You really can do some weird imitations!

"... from here the road is divided into two parts... the door on the right is between the knights and the door on the left is between the twins... Guests, which fate should you choose...?

The pot man Dillo whispered that way in a shady voice, as if he hadn't heard Dan-Rutim's voice or something.

"Last time you showed me the delightful art of knighthood and doing it! So I'd like to see another piece of art today, but what do you think?

There was no objection to anyone, so we were supposed to go around the drapes on the left.

Last time it was a fatter, more open road, but this time it's a narrower road that got caught in the inside. From beyond, I hear the strange roar of the Knight King Lolo.

On the poke, there was another similar dramatic curtain.

Dan-Rutim pulls it open, while strange tones echo in the dim darkness.

What awaited was the whistling Nachara.

She is a luscious beauty with slightly shallow black skin.

His nachala, which tied his brown hair high and wrapped in a coarsely striped embroidered long coat, sits sideways in the back of the room and blows a lateral whistle.

Something, like sneaking into the back of my brain - it was a subtle tone, reminiscent of the strange voice of Pinot.

Let it be called to its tone, and each of the twins advances from the left and right drapes.

Arun and Amin had feathers woven of beautiful thin objects that glowed in a jade insect color.

It would be the same material that the woodland ladies wear at the feast. The sleeves are thick and the hem flutters to the foot. That was the light of Cantera, scattering fantastic glints into the darkness.

Keep it up, you two, keep dancing in a symmetrical motion from left to right.

It is a precise motion as if it were a mirror fit. Both its young and neat sides are faceless, as if the doll had been given a soul.

What an unseen dance!

Coupled with the strange whistle melodies, I was supposed to be caught up in such an unreality.

Then as the transverse whistle tone lurked a lot about how much time had passed, the twins stood perfectly together in the center of the room.

One of them pulls a black cloth out of his nose and wraps it around the other eye.

The blindfolded one nods to the ground with his back to us, and only the other approaches us soundlessly.

"Welcome to The Seat of Gamleys… please touch me…"

"Hmm? What do you mean, touch yourself?

"… that will be our art…"

This is probably Arun I'm stepping on with a boy.

Arun stood before us on the missing side of his expression, putting his arms up to the left and right, wrapped in a jade maggot-colored light.

He puts his hand on the boy's little head as Dan-Rutim leans his neck, which was nearest him.

At that moment, Amin nodded to the ground more "It's my head..." he snapped.

Dan-Rutim frowned, now with the tip of Arun's right hand.

"It's your right hand…"

"Holy shit! What kind of technique is this?!?

Of course there was no one who could answer.

Limi-Lew pinches the hem at Arun's feet as he shines his eyes on expectations.

but amine is silent.

"I'm sorry... if I touch my skin, I can't feel it..."

To Arun's words, now I followed my left leg properly.

Occasionally, the voice of "It's my left leg..." sounds.

"Hmm. This is another strange art"

Together with the other Yun-Sudra, Gillan-Lilin advances in and pinches Arun's right ear all the time.

"It's my right ear..."

Even more with Tara touching her left hand and Rudd-Lou pinching her mandible, Amin never took the answer off.

Does everyone still regard Arun as a boy, too? Except for the male and the toddler, I will not try to touch Arun.

"Me and Amin were originally one person… so we can feel your flesh just like ours even when we are away…"

"That's what I hear about demons."

and Giza-Lou advanced with Raina-Lou.

Its successful fingertips suddenly make Arun's left shoulder blur.

Absolutely. Amin screamed "Ouch" - then snapped, "It's my left shoulder..."

"... I see, he's a face demon"

As Arun bowed deeply, he lagged behind Amin as he pointed this way.

With his blindfold removed from his white fingertips, Amin turns to this side as well.

As the twins drooped their heads at the same time again, the sound of the whistle faded out, which was quietly shaking the air.

"At this the twin arts go hand in hand with the end. If you don't mind, I'd like to offer you mercy."

Nachara says so in a graceful voice, then whistles again for a moment.

Then, accordingly, this time the grey young beast appeared from behind the curtain a little bit.

"Wow, it's Druid. Ah! You were in here!

Tara and Rimi-Lou take the lead and throw the split money into Druid's crooked grass cage.

The ladies begged Nachara if she would let her hold Druid, but the luscious beauty smiled sorry after doing her hand to her ear.

"Aye, excuse me. Looks like our next guest is approaching. Please continue in the back…"

We were to leave the place early anyway as to how good our hearing was, or whether our little boy Zan sent any signals as well.

On the other side of the drape is another passage that has been plugged into the inside.

But now he's not straight, he's stretched around with a noose and a bend.

"All right, you're finally that one-armed man next! What art will he show us!

Dan-Lutim, who leads the way with the youth group and Rudd-Lou, is cheering again.

If you're following after that, you'll hear from the rear, "Well!" I heard the women's accusations.

"What's wrong with you? It's unusual for Ama Min-Rutim to raise such a voice."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Asta... but the gazlan is terrible"

And, Ama Min-Rutim stares at her partner's face, and then she turns to me. Increasingly, it is their only behavior.

"So much art as just now, I was wondering if something had been signaled and the women behind it were telling it with the sound of a whistle… that's what Gazlan says"

Ama Min-Rutim whispers to me that way with a voice lurked to hear only me.

"Oh, that might be possible.... but what the hell is wrong with you?

"'Cause if they ask you that, wouldn't you lose your surprise because of it? I would have liked to have noticed on my own if I'd at least noticed."

It is a tone and expression of indignation.

Probably lost his cool, and he doesn't even realize he's doing the same thing to me as Gazran-Rutim. Looking back at Gazran-Rutim, who was instead, he was laughing with a troubled face.

"I apologize for the illegality. Don't be so mad at me, Ama Min."

"I don't know," Ama Min-Rutim shakes her short hair and turns that way.

but being them of the idyllic couple, such a look was also smiling.

(Besides, you don't know the truth. The moment Giza-Lou grabbed his shoulder, Amin had a painful voice... and if both Nachara and Amin don't have the Huntless reflex nerves by the woods, that kind of trick seems to work)

So I never got upset. [M]

Just like Gamray's flaming art, it would be a phenomenal art, even if it were a trick.

That's how I stepped down the path that followed and pulled the next drape, and a creepy voice came down from over my head, just like a few days ago.

"Yokoso... Gyamurai Neuchizani... Damn Death..."

Difficult to hear, muffled voice.

It is the voice of the human beast Zetta.

"Zacho Giraffe Nomotoni, Anatagata Goannai Itashimus... Dozo Kochirani..."

The retreat and bush rings, and the black shadow moves over the periphery of his head.

Sometimes the glitter and the glimpse is the golden, beastly glance.

"I see. It's certainly a sign and figure of the beast. With Morga's wildlings, there will be human beings for some time now."

Not to anyone, Giza-Lou is crushing like that.

Either way, we could have gone down the road tonight without the outlaws attacking us.

I was walked five or six meters, and Zetta's voice comes down again.

"Sokonihimitsu no iriguchigago zaimus... Asimotnioki tsukudasai..."

The road is still about inside. but if you look closely, you can see a draped cut in the direction of your left hand.

I'm sure last time, I was following this path through the entrance on the other side. When we were attacked by a bandit, it was this dramatic scene that Gamray showed up.

When Dan-Rutim pulled open its drapes without fear, it was a natural hall.

Um, it's similar in construction to where armored humans Lolo and the monstrous man Doga were working together, and besides the front, you can't even see the fabric of the tent, and the space on the left and right is melted into the dark. This place had fewer canteras than the roads and rooms it had ever been through, and the darkness was so dense.

From the drapes on the front of it emerges a blushing red figure.

"Welcome to One of the Gamrays! This will be the last curtain of the night!

Whether you identified us or not, Gamray floated into the center of the hall.

This is our third encounter. With a red cloth wrapped around his head and a red longcoat dressed as refreshing, he is a pirate. The characteristic of a ship's arm in the eye also makes me see a bit of piracy.

"There is absolutely no danger at all, so please enjoy. … Let's start with the flowers of fire in the universe"

The flaming art of Gamray, which was thus shown, was truly exhausted to a brilliant word.

In the darkness, red, blue or green flowers bloom. A flame runs through the ground, scattering pong and vibrant sparks at the end of the way. Um, the flames that ravaged the bandits were revealed to us this evening as a clean art of fire.

As Gamray slips his right arm overhead, the tri-colored flame born from it takes the shape of a butterfly and wings to near the ceiling.

When Gamray runs his fingertips into the void, there remains the remnants of the flame, which disappears after floating strange shapes and character-like things.

Is this really a trick with gunpowder or oil?

In the first place, I've never seen anything called gunpowder in this world. Even if gunpowder exists, it shouldn't be so widely distributed to the public. Formulated to make such a spectacle, trained to use it so skillfully, etc., didn't seem to be somewhat of a reality apart.

(I wonder if that's why it's a art)

Even the art of the twins, the art of the pot man Dillo, gives signs that he seems to manage with a natural trick, but I don't know what the truth is. Really, Arun and Amin may be magically divided children. Dillo isn't taking his joints off either, he may be magically shrinking his body. Zetta is a man and a beast in this world, Pinot is an immortality that does not age - and in that narrow space of dreams and depression, don't they live?

Earlier Gazran-Rutim was a bit of a pity, but it's still wild to uncover that insight.

Strange things can be enjoyed as strange things. Things like scientific civilization and laws of physics were already spreading too much in my hometown, and I had little room to enjoy such dreams and wonders, but then I figured it wouldn't taste good.

"Then it will be the last art."

Gamray peeled out his eyelids.

The crimson stone embedded in its left orbit sparkles like the flame itself.

"Bless thy faithful Son, O Vilas the Fire God!

Speaking the same wording as when he exterminated the bandits, Gamray flicked his red long coat.

With that movement, the red, blue and green flames swirl into the void in a whimpering momentum.

As if tri-colored dragons followed, the flames ran through the universe, scorching the atmosphere and brightly coloring the world.

Finally, let the paang play a fierce explosion, and the flaming dragon plays scattered.

Where the firepowder had fallen to the ground like snow and that last grain had disappeared, we had our hands pounding.

Giza-Lou and Ai-Fa and others are immovable with their hands on their mouths and frowns, but otherwise the hunters applauded, and Dan-Rutim and Gillan-Lillin and others even gave them a compliment. It was the art of gamlay, enough to deserve it.

"We are delighted to welcome you to such a place tonight. The road back to depression will be that way."

Gamray broke his knee and pointed to the darkness on the right with a conceited trick. I see he doesn't collect copper coins by showing all this art. We left behind a remnant of the flame in the back of our eyes, while entering the path of the jungle where it felt so dark.

The road was still routed with wilderness ropes, and once turned at right angles, I could see the curtain of leather on the way. It was not an insider, it was an entrance to and exit from the outside world.

As you take a step forward, the heat and stiffness of your commute strikes the five bodies.

Here and there, separated by a single piece of leather curtain, the world still felt like something else.

"Hey, it was an interesting spectacle! So much so that they thought they should pay more copper coins!

Dan-Rutim laughs gahaha.

The one twisting his neck next to it is Ziza-Lou.

"But come on, the beast named Black Monkey didn't show up until the end. I was told by the eldest Ziva to look at it..."

"Oh, did you!? I'm sorry I did that! Those black monkeys are playing on the road we didn't choose!

In the wake of Dan-Lutim's voice, Rimi-Lou pulls Jiza-Lou's hand hard.

"Then we'll come and see it at noon too! Because there are black monkeys, and you can see the art of Huey and Sarah!

Ziza-Lou takes a small breath, while putting his hands on Rimi-Lou's little head. With all this long association, I had only seen enough to count the interaction between Ziza-Lou and Limi-Lou, which was a trick that I could feel well enough to be merciful of my age away sister.

"So let's say we go back to the woods! No, it was a really delightful night!

Ahead of Dan-Lutim, who gives a cheerful voice, we turned our feet toward our compatriots' waiting blue sky dining room.

I was still cranky with my head shaking back into the real world, but if I don't go home and rest, I won't get it. I let myself down to this sensation of exasperation and tried to soak up one of the drinks, and I was told that I must be in a pleasant mood.

"Hmm? What, you?

And Dan-Rutim, who was walking in the lead, raises his voice again.

At the same time, on my behalf, I - Fa snubbed.

When I saw it, one young man was kneeling on a stone street and whispering our whereabouts.

"Wait a minute, everyone by the woods! - Can't you let me screw this night with my song?

It is Niya the bard.

Instead of Dan-Lutim, who tried to speak up for something, Giza-Lou advances out.

"I don't know what you're going to do, but we're going back to the woods. Let's not get in the way."

"I will never let you take the time. Please excuse my disrespect during the day."

Niya, who raised her face by stating it that way, had an uncut look at all times.

"I have touched the anger of the sitter. If you don't forgive me, let's not be allowed to name one of the Gamrays either. So, why..."

"I'm not talking about unforgiving. Getting your hands whispered like that is the most annoying thing."

"No, but..."

Around, I was starting to bother.

In the middle of business, the people of the city are breaking their knees to the people by the woods to beg forgiveness. It was a situation where people who didn't know what was going on were likely to be put under suspicion.

Did you feel sensitive about that, Giza-Lou changes his tone a lot.

"... Anyway, that shouldn't be such a big story. If you feel disrespectful yourself, you can wear it in the future. So there's no discontent or discontent on our side."

"But did I piss off my beloved?

With eyes like a puppy hit by rain, Niya turns her gaze to Ai-Fa.

With a grumpy look like hell, Ai-Fa dazzled back at the look.

"If you answer I forgive you, will you walk away from here?

"Before I do, I would like to dedicate my song to you. Because I only have about that kind of dedication..."

"Anyway, in a place like this it gets in the way of the people of the town. Let's go back to our compatriots."

Whispering Niya's words, Giza-Lou started walking again.

We follow it, too, and Niya finally stands up, too.

"Good job, Asta.... What's wrong with you?

"Oh, yeah, sort of"

The answering machine Tool-Din and the others had solidified into the space of the Blue Sky Dining Room, so they were to rendezvous with you first.

Zwei was sleeping on the table, and Vina-Lou was lying in his place. Sufila-Zaza to Yamil Ray, Fay Baim and the rest of the ladies are all faces unchanged.

The hunters of the escort stand side by side in such a way as to surround them remotely. He whispered something to Darum-Lou in it before Giza-Lou turned back to Niya.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Listen to one song, song. By dedicating my song to the people of the woods, who get dozens of copper coins for one song, my sins can finally be washed away."

"... we'd like to get back to the woods as soon as possible. Why don't you carry it over tomorrow?

"Then I'll lose my place to go home this night..."

What can I say, Niya's words and actions were too much of a play.

The trouble is true, and it may be true that if you dedicate a song, you can't go back to the tent, but you probably don't feel like apologizing from your heart to the people by the woods or anything. I guess it's because it looks transparent that both Ziza-Lou and Ai-Fa are sifting like this.

"Trouble. If you feel like singing, why don't you let me sing?

In the wake of Rudd-Lou's words, Giza-Lou also gives up one nod, as he gave up something.

"I repeat, we want to go back to the woods soon. After you've done that, behave yourself."

"Thank you! Right now!

Niya lowered the instrument she had borne on her back with no hesitation.

It is an instrument shaped like a guitar or mandolin, with seven strings tensioned. In this Genos, it's an instrument I've never seen before.

After clawing and tuning it several times, Niya gently lowers her back to the dining room seat.

"Now listen to me. It's the story of Misha, the white sage who brought prosperity to Sims, the kingdom of the east."

Let the melodies of Alpezio echo into the lodging town at night, if you say so.

It's still an acoustic guitar-like tone, but somehow it's a progression based on a different music theory than my hometown. It is an ethnical melody that my shallow knowledge can only describe as Arabic.

Thus, Niya's singing was softly scuffed by the melody.

It's a very different, laid-back, tense voice. Now, because it was also a very delicate and beautiful singing voice, it also sounds neutral somewhere. Even though he wasn't so loud, his voice spread loosely into the lodging town at night, without being disturbed by the town's blurring.

The people on the road have also stopped and gathered around the dining room.

That's about it, it was brilliant singing.

(That's just what you're eating with a song. I don't think he's the same person as that rude person.)

Speaking of which, this young man has quite a neat face. Its closing eyelids, clawing seven strings, and sounding strange singing sounds like a sama of a single width of painting. This may also make it possible to lull the ladies of Castle Town.

And the content of the song was fantastic and beautiful again.

It is the story of a man who brought unprecedented prosperity to Sim, the eastern kingdom, named Misha, the white sage.

In Sims, there are seven tribes. The stage was set by the prints of a tribe called Rao.

Hundreds of years ago, the Lao clan was on the verge of extinction. It seems that one of the sims was simultaneously fought by the temperamental mountain people and the people of the sea, and banished from the fertile meadow area.

Driven into a peripheral area where only muddy swamps and lean land existed, Rao's clan was forced to choose whether to remain extinct or descend into the military gates of other tribes. In such a desperate situation, he seemed to be such a hero, Tan, that a wizard named Misha, the white sage, appeared before the head of Rao, to save his predicament and finally to calm down the whole of Sim.

Its wizard, Misha, a Sim people but with white skin and golden hair, helped Rao's clan with numerous magic. He created hard bricks out of the mud, and built stone walls and castles with them, and let them stop the march of the enemies. He also planted powerful weapons with stone and wood, and defeated the enemy army with it. That is how they brought lasting peace and immense prosperity to the end of a hundred-day battle.

Later the family of Rao also ruled over the whole of Sim, until the kingdom of Sim, which was divided into seven parts and contending with each other, was brought together, and the chief of Rao gained his seat as king.

The chief of Rao, and therefore king of Sim, gave Misha his position as prime minister.

Misha sifted through such power that she brought more prosperity to the king's capital.

There was a crack in its glory because Misha fell in love with the king's daughter.

Neither did the king only give an important daughter to a wizard of uncharacteristic nature. The two loves were torn apart by their fathers, and Misha was eventually to be banished Sim.

Still, Misha didn't try to resent Sim's people, but disappeared into nowhere. The mourning grieving daughter became a nigh monk and pulled him to the stone tower, and the king ashamed himself of his unknown. But Misha never returned, and her daughter was to spend her whole life in his built tower.

So the story came to an end.

The magical and graceful part was bright and cheerful, brave in repelling the invaders, sweet and romantic with the king's daughter, sad and beautiful in the occasion of the parting - and even though the songs and performances changed colour in the story and were long songs that lasted more than five minutes, they did not bore the audience at all. When Niya's mouth was shut and her smooth fingertips played the last sound, an unmistakable round of applause and praise was to be delivered from among those who had gathered together in the commute.

"No, it was a really brilliant song!

"One more song, please, brother!

The men raise such voices, and some of their daughters softly pluck their eyes. I didn't even have the slightest clue that Neya was a great singer.

"... it was the story of the white sage Misha. Have you been somewhat comfortable with your feelings?

Without looking at the crowd's compliments or the split money thrown in from there, Niya turned to us and said so.

Was he also immersed in the person singing? My eyes are slightly out of focus and my expression is blurred somewhat.

"Hmm. That was brilliant singing. It will be an unbeatable art for those fellow tents."

With his moustache twisted, Dan-Rutim says so.

"But a wizard named Misha was a man, wasn't he? I thought it was a bunch of women by name, so I didn't know how I fell in love with Sim's princess or anything at first."

"In exotic countries, the way you name them will be different,"

Laughing softly, Niya whispered that way.

"Besides, Misha seemed like a nickname. It's been said that they named themselves because they were so complicated and long."

"Hmm? But if Sim's people, wouldn't anyone have a long name?

Dan-Lutim looked back at Vina-Lou, but of course Vina-Lou didn't try to answer with a shin-like face.

Niya is still smiling blurred as she compares the two of them.

"Misha wasn't even Sim's people. The legacy also remains that it may have been a flower from Mahydra, but it is not certain either."

Niya's pale eyes look at me in the glowing light.

"… yet another inheritance tells us that Misha was a 'people without stars'"

The words came to my mind with a snug weight.

"The true name is Michael-Volkonsky… In the four kingdoms there is no other man with such a strange name. He was not the son of the four great gods, but a visitor from a distant homeland."

…………

"You are also a 'people without stars' right, Asta in the house of Fa. That's what I heard from Grandpa Rai at Fortune Cabin.... He couldn't really feel that you existed on the spot when he could see another star instead of having the light of his eyes."

I stood in front of Niya, making sure Ai-Fa pushed me over.

Niya is still laughing with a vain face.

"I chose this song for your precious family, my love... now will you forgive me for my sins?

"Disappear," Ai-Fa only said.

Niya thanked her with a laugh as she shrugged and caught the instrument on her right shoulder.

When the little girl who was picking up the split money that was falling to the ground offers it, she says "thank you" and smiles again.

"Now if you'll excuse me.... If you want my song, please go ahead in front of the tent. Before I go to sleep, I'll dedicate another song or so to the Sun God."

That's how Niya disappeared with a large crowd, and only a much more painful silence was left behind.

In the meantime, Ai-Fa keeps his face closer to mine.

"Asta......"

"It's okay. Don't worry."

I nodded and made him smile.

"Hey...... no, I was pretty surprised, but I guess I just had to say I rocked my mind about someone that was hundreds of years old. I don't even know if Misha was really a" people without stars "... because we don't understand what" people without stars "is in the first place."

Ai-Fa comes stuffed silently.

You're probably looking into my eyes and trying to make sure that statement isn't a void.

"... it doesn't matter what, does it? The people of the woods won't banish me, will they?

"Of course," Ai-Fa said in an angry voice, poking me in the chest.

Then breathe and let go of me.

"I don't care. If you're not disturbed, that's fine."

"I'm not saying I'm not disturbed, but I'm not in the right place right now. I have to get home and get ready for tomorrow."

By the woods, falsehood is a sin. So I tried to be completely honest with myself.

Jiza-Lou, who was quietly watching our interactions, speaks out, "Okay."

"Are we done talking? Then turn back to the woods. You'll never be distracted until you get back to the settlement."

Dan-Rutim and the others said, "Whoa!" In response, the women turn their feet toward the luggage and stalls.

I laughed at Ai-Fa again while I was at it, too.

I = fa let me hold my lips and poke me in the chest again.

I can't let this disturb my mind. We're still in the middle of an important job.

If Misha, the white sage, and they brought prosperity to Sims, I want to bring prosperity to the people by the woods. That's about all I learned from the song.

I look up over my head as I walk, and there are stars glittering all over the sky.

Even if my fate is not remembered there, I am now treading the earth with my dear companions.

I just have to live my life.

I am deeply grateful that the second raw is so happy. That was the only truth from the depths of my heart that no one could be ashamed of.

Thus the "Day of Jomtien" finally came to an end, and the Easter of the Sun God finally reached its turning point.