Kawaranu Mono ＜Kirameki no Gōremu＞

I will be a golem.

Yes, I am a golem, not a vault.

I am now guided inside the largest building in the temple, sitting on a thick futon prepared in front of the statue of the Buddha.

Sitting across the street is a one-horned monk in a purple kimono. And there are hundreds of ghost people sitting behind them. Everyone comes to worship me with their hands together. The monks and all the other ghosts are screwed.

"Thank you, thank you"

"The silver vault is here."

"The Buddha didn't abandon us."

"I think I can still hear that horrible Don."

But I saw it from the top of the tree! If the silver vault carried a divine light on his back and prayed with his hands together, the evil spirits that were hissing around him disappeared in an instant!! "

"Oh, I saw you too! I thought it was the end of the world, but I was saved."

"Even though it's still light, it's warm!"

"The monk was right, the Buddha saved the eagles."

Thank God.

"Thank you so much."

The ghost tribes pray to me to be thankful. Before me, more and more people like little temple boys bring offerings.

"Chiu!!?"

(Can I eat?)

I push the zispo into the porch and shut it up.

"Take a look, a bag of patterns that I don't even think belong in this world."

"That's the noble sack in the world of Jizo."

"Mm-hmm. I don't understand it, but it must be great."

"Oh, I don't care if you get a chance to see something like that with this eye, you're gonna live long."

"Thank you."

"Thank you so much."

!? No - is the pouch a pattern that doesn't seem like it belongs in the world? It's the first time I've been praised for my diagonal understanding! No, he seems to be praised, not praised.

I'm more shocked than I've ever been called a silver vault.

{Log: The effect of [Enlightenment Thing] has eliminated the impact state}

Monks treat such deliberate ghost tribes.

"Quiet down, silver vaulter will be confused!"

With that one voice, the intentions subside. And the monk lowered his head deeply with his hands in front of him and thanked me.

"Thank you. Dear Silver Vault, If you hadn't saved us, we would have been killed by evil spirits. Thank you so much."

As with the monks, the ghost tribes behind them also raise their heads deeply and say thank you.

It was meant to be trendy and provide backlight in the line light, but I didn't know I was going to be worshipped so far. Yeah, you're scared of yourself! But I still didn't go in the wrong direction. The afterlight was giving me divinity!

Seeing the monks and ghosts raise their heads, I use gestures to ask them why I am in this situation. The monk managed to understand and answer me.

"The beginning of this disturbance is said to have been caused by the opening of the door to Yellow Springs."

What's that supposed to mean? And I snap my neck. The monk wrinkles between his eyebrows and talks on with a scuffled look of bitter worms.

"Because the door to Yellow Springs was opened, those who dwell in the land of Yellow Springs must have flooded the world. Those who live in the Land of Yellow Springs are moving around trying to drag the eagles and others who live into the Land of Yellow Springs. The people of Yellow Springs are slow to move, and if you keep your doors shut and you're stuck in the house, you don't have to come in."

I see. That's why no one came out in the village on the way.

"But when you get together in large numbers, that movement changes. They break the doors of the houses, they come inside, they attack the living. For this reason, all the people of the surrounding villages were gathered in this temple to escape difficulties. If you tell them the scriptures, they won't be able to come inside the temple."

Weren't the wandering corpses doing gate dons and wall dons because they wanted more scripture? After all, you were right to help the temple people, as I thought. Hmm.

"At first, the lords sent out soldiers, trying to crusade, but they immediately left the soldiers. The inhabitants of the Land of Yellow Springs do not fall even when cut, and that cut turns into a foreign figure. Neither a knife nor a spear works for the Necromancers flying in the sky. I heard you could have magically caused a few hand injuries, but you had too many opponents"

I am depressed by the story of a monk.

"When the inhabitants of the Land of Yellow Springs approached me and I was about to give up, a silver vault appeared and saved me."

I see. When I heard about the monk, I thought one thing.

I thought the basin had nothing to do with it.

What should I do with my previous thoughts? I've been thinking a lot. As a result, we have done the right thing so far. But your ancestors had nothing to do with it. If I knew the premise, I wouldn't have donned it with the corpses either.

That's when, for the first time, all the pieces fit nicely in my head. I feel like I finally got to the bottom of the case!

Right!! I mean, this is what the old man in the guild wanted from me! It wasn't like the basin of another world was radical.

Detective Golem is still here today.

A monk laid his hands and head on the floor at the thought of me and approached me. All the other ghosts who saw it lay their hands and heads on the floor simultaneously.

"Dear Silver Vault! Could you please close the door to Yellow Springs? As long as the door to Yellow Springs is open, this noise will not subside. Give it to us."

I get up, put my hands gently on the monk's shoulder, and make him raise his face. I blocked the monk's words along the way and nodded forcefully when I understood.

Then the monk lay his hands and head on the floor longer than earlier, groaning in tears, "Thank you, thank you," he said.

In the meantime, all the people in this temple seem tired, so tell them in gesture to take their time off today. I wonder how tired you were, and how relieved you were to have a silver vault. Soon the ghosts fell asleep.

Still, I'd like you to stop being a silver vault.