Isekai Ryouridou

Gamray and his companions enjoyed fruit liquor and dishes in the dim corner of the square, where no rugs were laid either.

Even so, the only thing on the other hand is the two of you hiding your face in your jacket. One was a strange child named Zetta and the other was an old man that Lolo called Grandpa Rai.

"Sitter, these people have come out to say hello."

In Lolo's words, Gamray said, "Yeah?" I look back.

This one is also a strange man, no less than those with him.

Losing one eye or arm doesn't bother me either. Even by the woods, such deeply wounded men were not uncommon.

It is also a common practice among the people of Sim and the nobility of Genos to lower ornaments in the arms of men.

So instead of that appearance, the atmosphere emanating from its body and the brilliance that resided in its eyes, which had only one, were different from normal human beings.

"I am the head of the Ray family of the Raw family, Raw-Ray. This is my family Yamil-Ray. I heard you were leaving Genos early tomorrow morning, so I thought I'd say hello one last time."

"Well, there you are."

Gamray raised the earthen bottle of his right hand high with a slight laugh.

They brought it to the trunk of a tree, sat down on the ground, and watched what was going on in the square. Whether the other sitters have carried them, at their feet there is a wood dish lined with dishes, which does not appear to be particularly disabling.

"You seem to like the feast, but you're pulling into a lot of loneliness, right?

"Oh, it's our job to show our art, we can't live without a feast. But it's hard to be entertained as a guest, so if you're not in the arts, there's no place for you."

As he said so, Gamray soaked up the fruit liquor.

"When you're done playing, I'll see you again in the art of fire. Lolo, in the meantime, can I have the Zettas, please?

"Oh, yes, I get it"

Lolo also lowered his hips permanently and pinched the meat on the plate.

Instead, Rau-Ray peeks into Zetta.

"You were in the woods with the hunter, weren't you? He looks really strange, but who the hell are you?

Zetta, who concealed herself with a headscarf and a jacket, shrinks extra small.

I slapped that little head many times as Gamray laughed.

"Zetta is a child born between black monkeys and people. Believe it or not, be my guest.... I just want to ask you not to have any affection because I have a timid temper"

"Are you cowardly? He was a lot brave when the bandits attacked him and when he hunted him."

"We can't beat Lolo or the Black Monkeys to defeat our enemies, but we don't like to deal with people who aren't our enemies."

"Right. There are so many people in the world."

At that time, a lingering singing echoed from the center of the square.

It's that bard named Niya singing.

Rau-Ray looks back at you abominably, slightly frowning.

"Don't feel like you sound like a Gazette clan now"

"Yeah, I did say that."

It was also a song that sang hundreds of years ago.

It is the story of a tribe called Gazette, who ran away from Sims, who toured the people of the White Queen in the Black Forest.

Within listening to it, Yamil-Ray was to be caught in a grumpy and bizarre sensation.

A gazette is a man of the chieftaincy muscle before Sung.

After moving from the Black Forest to the Morga Forest, the Gaze family perished with their family's Leema family, so that the Sung family would rule the people by the forest as new chieftaincy muscles.

(Assuming that the people of the White Queen are the Jagal clan... that matches the legacy left by the woods)

So, after all, is the people of the woods a clan born between Sim and Jagal?

Yamil-Ray had been amazingly shaken by his own emotions.

(Our ancestors, who were called the people of the dwelling, were the last to arrive in the Black Forest... so I wonder if the ancestors decided to live as hunters after the raw of the wanderings...)

Even with Niya's singing interrupted, Yamil-Ray could hardly get himself back.

But next to it Rau-Ray was sniffing "Hmm".

"You're still a frigid man. How can you tell a story that's been around for hundreds of years, like you've seen? Falsehood is sin, isn't it?

"Ho, is that a woodland lesson? Unfortunately, a bard is like blowing a magic snail."

"I see. He deserves it."

Saying in a slurred face, Rau-Ray gave in in front of Gamray.

"But well, your art is quite pleasant. What art do your children and old men do?

"Zetta is in training for bending, and Lilanos is a star reading about the past and the future. Why don't you let me divine something?

"Divination. It's unnecessary for the forest people."

Gamray laughs joyfully at Rau-Ray's unsatisfactory response.

"For those who do not have anxiety or stray, there is no need to guide the stars. Certainly could be a useless long object for decisive woodland hunters"

"Yeah. But if the people in town want it, it's a fine job. I'm not denigrating the art of star reading, am I?

Had there been as much reflection as just now, Rau-Ray rarely explained it that way.

Gamray nods and offers you a brand new earthen bottle.

"Now, let's put up a drink in a token of friendship. I also feel very comfortable with the bright, gall temper of the people by the woods. I'm not going to bring up as many songs as I just did, but there's a place like that that that goes to the people of the south."

"Hmm, were you talking about putting your feet up against Jagal, Sims, etc.?

When Rau-Ray, who received the earthen bottle, asked as such, Gamray nodded "Oh".

"When I leave Genos, I'm going to head to Jagal. I was in Sims before that.... Sims have a lot of good things about Sims, but whatever they do, they don't laugh perfectly, so it's Jagal who's worth the show of art."

"Oh, because the people of Sims don't seem to know that they move their expressions. Well, there are a lot of people out there by the woods, and I love them."

Laughing joyfully, Raw-Ray looks up to Yamil-Ray all the time.

"How long have you been standing there? It's not even a banquet costume, so I don't care if it's local, right?

"Yep... right"

Yamil-Ray broke his knee next to Lau-Ray.

Gamlay and Lolo are laughing and the other two remain nagging.

"... you're putting yourselves in the middle of a sleepover, aren't you? How does that make you feel?

"Feeling? Feeling... like the best, like the worst, I can't say a word at all"

Gamray stabs the meat with an iron skewer and laughs at it.

"But well, that's what we do because this is the only way we can live. I can't believe I've been living the same life in one place for years, 'cause I'm going crazy just imagining it."

"Yes..."

"Interested in staying raw? If she's as beautiful as you, you're welcome here."

Yamil-Ray is breathtaking.

But Rau-Ray was laughing.

"The people of the woods cannot live away from the woods. Live in the woods and return your soul to the woods. That's what we live for."

Yamil-Ray stared at the side of Rau-Ray.

He is as graceful as the women, but with a determined and courageous grin on his side. Its watery eyes also have the strength that the hunters by the woods deserve.

Though he is little and childish, Rau-Ray leads the Ray family at a young age of seventeen.

But would the head of the Dom family have been about the same age? Both appearance and temperament were the opposite, but their bravery and lack of stray seemed to take no pull.

Its strength and lack of stray were dazzling and jealous of Yamil-Ray today.

I can believe I'm right, I guess that's the strength of the people by the woods. There is no shame in anyone, and because they are pushing the path they believed to be right, the people by the woods can behave so powerfully and proudly.

Yamil-Ray bit his lips lightly and pointed his gaze at the old man wearing the headscarf.

The old man was not ticklish or moving, but not in a tree, sitting quietly. It was as if it were a figurine without life.

"Lilanos... something like that? I guess I need a copper coin to get you to read the stars, huh?

Rau-Ray looked back at him like he was hurting, and Gamray curiously wandered his chin mustache.

"You can't take a bronze coin if you're invited to a feast like this. You can have whatever you want."

"Yamil interested in something like star reading? You're a crazy woman."

At that time, I heard Sheila-Lou telling me that Gibba's whole grill was burnt.

Rau-Ray stands up with his eyes shining.

"Then I'll bring you some meat. Guests, wait a minute."

"Oh, I can help you, too"

Lau-Ray and Lolo walked away and only four were left on the spot.

Yamil-Ray advances his knees in front of the old man.

"Well, could you divine it? My... future endings."

"I did......" the old man put his hand out of his jacket.

It was a necklace with a clear stone that was held in its hand.

"Can you tell us your name, age, and month of birth...?

"His name is Yamil-Ray, his age is 21, and the month he was born is the green moon.... Is it a good day to be born?

"Well, do the folks by the woods remember until the day they were born? Few people in the West are as peculiar as that."

This is the word of Gamray. Yamil-Ray nods, "Yes," as he turns toward the old man.

"The month and day of your birth is a lesson celebrated by your family as your birthday. Speaking of which, the people of the West don't have that kind of lesson."

"Oh, there's no such lesson in the west or in the south. If you knew even the day you were born, you could read the stars as correctly as possible."

"That's lucky. I was born on the thirtieth day of the green moon."

"The thirtieth day of the green moon......" the old man whisks his neckline.

And lost light eyes have been directed toward Yamil-Ray.

This old man is blind.

Its face is thin and thin, and its cheeks and forehead depict strange lines.

"You are a snake star… it is also a very rare, double-headed snake star…"

"Two-headed...... snake?

"Yes… it is a fierce star that disrupts the world and causes disaster…"

Yamil-Ray grabbed the fabric around his waist.

I feel my temperature escape when I rub it from the back of my neck.

"This... shall be born and starred more than yet another heinous star, the dragon star of fire... both the dragon of fire and the twin-headed snake are odd stars that greedily devour the fate of others..."

…………

"But... the fire dragon star that gave birth to the double-headed star has been extinguished... it seems its light has been extinguished by the great lion star that led the different stars... what a dazzling glow this is..."

The old man shuddered his eyelids small wrapping his invisible eyes.

"The stars of the great lion, led by the stars of the wolf, the stars of the dog, the stars of the leopard... the stars of the eagle, the stars of the cat, the stars of the monkey... it was as if the stars of the dragon of fire were extinguished by the brilliance of the meteors... and this... the black abyss...?

"You've never heard of the Black Abyss before," he snapped with a voice that Gamlay lurked small. I'm sure he cares to stay out of the way of the old man's entrustment.

"Black abyss...... no, black star......? Oh, excuse me...... this is different......"

"No?"

"It is not for me to decipher this black abyss... I guess it was unlikely that the Great Lion and the Dragon would have encountered without this star, but talking about it would have been impeccable... Either way, the Dragon Star has perished..."

But I'm not a dragon, am I?

In a whispering voice, Yamil-Ray asked.

"Yes......" the old man replies in a squeamish voice.

"The double-headed snake... lost his father the dragon and ate it on his tail... this is the phase of the circle... repeated agony... endless death..."

"Repeated agony"

Yamil-Ray almost laughed outrageously.

Something evil sealed in the back of my chest seems to have worn off - a terrible fear and pleasure come to haunt my heart.

"Repeated pain and unending death is my destiny, right?

"No......"

The old man slurped his neckline.

On the thin face of the flesh, there is sweat.

"But because this is a double head... I never drew a complete circle... even though I have two heads, I don't have two tails..."

"You don't know. Whatever. I'd love to hear the conclusion."

"No conclusion…………"

"No conclusion? Then what have I been listening to you for so long?

Yamil-Ray felt uncomfortable around his cheeks.

Maybe I'm laughing.

I don't even want to laugh, but my lips are hanging on their own. My whole body was going to cramp into such a different sensation.

"The circle collapsed... neither the head that was eating the tail, nor the tail that was eating it, scattered to the bottom of the darkness... all that was left was one head... there is no longer a double-headed snake on its seat, only the head of the snake drifts..."

"But you were talking about snakes being stars that capture death and regeneration in themselves, right?

Again with a low voice, Gamray snapped his mouth.

The old man nods snowly.

"Take off your old skin and reborn this snake's head too... take some time because you don't have a torso, but any one should emit a stronger light than your ex... you won't see the end of this planet on me until you take off that old skin..."

"Is the head of a snake a murder star?

"No," the old man said out.

"A vicious star is a twin-headed snake... this is no longer just a twin-headed, tiny snake-head... more powerless than a little snake born, and can move from scratch... mourn your powerlessness, it's a weak star..."

…………

"But… let the dog star in its place protect this serpent star… sooner or later regain the strong light, until that day…"

At that time, the lid slapped me on the shoulder.

Yamil-Ray, who was in a state of half-forgotten self, bites off a scream and looks back.

"What, you surprised me so much? Sora, it's a whole giva roast."

I held a large wooden dish in both hands, it was Lau-Ray.

Yamil-Ray shakes his head loosely as he inadvertently nearly collapses to the ground.

"Were you still interested in something called star reading? Damn, you love it."

After placing the wooden dish of that hand on the ground, Rau-Ray sat down somewhere.

And I said, "Yeah?," he says, turning to Yamil-Ray.

"What's the matter with you? What are you crying about, Yamir?"

"I haven't been crying. Please don't be silly."

"But aren't you in tears"

Saying so, Rau-Ray has put his fingers up.

He touches softly in the eyes of Yamil-Ray, who pulls himself away, letting his mouth snap like he was angry.

Surprisingly, its fingertips did seem slightly wet.

"Old man, what the hell did you tell Yamir? Depending on that, I can't keep my mouth shut, can I?

"Stop, Parent. This man is not guilty.... This just kind of got sand in my eyes."

"Is that true? Falsehood is a sin, isn't it, Yamir?

Rau-Ray has been looking at me for a long time.

Its water-colored eyes shine as strong and bright as the stars floating in the night sky.

Yamil-Ray muddled his eyes, making him laugh.

"It's true. Have I ever spoken a lie before?

"Aren't you a little bit of a liar? You have no idea how sick I am of it?

In a strong tone, Lau-Ray has grabbed Yamil-Ray's shoulder all the time.

"Falsehood is a sin, and most importantly, there is no need to speak of such a thing. You just have to be honest and say whatever you want. If that's the wrong word, I'll make it right, and I'll protect you when you're right but you piss off the others. Anyway, don't hide your heart from your countrymen."

"... I guess you can't imagine how difficult that is"

"Naturally. But I know Yamir is suffering."

A watery eye eats straight into the inside of Yamil-Ray.

Ragged and unforgiving, the eyes of hunters by the woods.

How could you just look so forward, that's what Yamil-Ray didn't know.

So the harder it is to face Yamil-Ray upright, the more dazzling it is.

Yamil-Ray took a small breath and punched the hand of the parent who grabbed her shoulder.

"How would you feel about touching the unconnected women of your family? Isn't that as sinful as a lie?

"That's a nasty one. Then don't worry about it that way."

Speaking of bumps, Rau-Ray lowered his hand.

But the fever is still on Yamil-Ray's shoulder.

The nasty sensation in the depths of his chest had disappeared beautifully.

It's like I was even having a bad dream.

Seeing, the astrologer's old man had snagged his necklace inside his jacket and was nagging like a figurine again.

(More powerless than a newborn snake, and hardly moves from scratch, or...)

I'm sure that's true.

Yamil-Ray is surely the most powerless of these woodland settlements.

Or are Diga and Dodd still suffering without finding their way?

Where is the right path for me, unless I can find it, I can't possibly get the rest of my mind, etc.

"Thank you for waiting. I've also got fruit liquor."

And that's where Lolo came back too.

"Thank you," says Gamray cheerfully.

"Then again, shall we celebrate meeting the people by the woods? How about all of you?

"Yeah, I'll take it," Yamil-Ray said, receiving an earthen bottle from Lolo.

"What, you drink? It's crackling for Yamir to say fruit liquor."

Rau-Ray, who still looked a little grumpy, rounds his eyes.

Yamil-Ray let her tongue out small over there.

"That's how I feel today. I don't have the guts to complain about you getting drunk all the time"

…………

"Oh, my God, look funny"

"No, you look so young even in Yamil. She was so cute and so young but colorful"

"... if that's the right way to drool, then I don't want to get upset."

Yamil-Ray mouthed the fruit liquor.

Strong alcohol burns his throat.

It was the crackle that did mouth the fruit liquor, so I could have gotten drunk this evening.

(Speaking of which...)

What kind of beast is a dog?

Yamil-Ray sneaked up on that as he stared at the face of the parent, who was making his mouth a letter to.

Behind those Yamil-Rays, we hear a busy tone again. I guess the sitters who ate Giva's whole grill started playing again.

It seemed like it would still take a long time for this evening's feast to end.