Konjiki no Moji Tsukai (Reboot)

According to live accounts, she has been employed here as a maid for quite some time now.

Unlike his appearance and personality, he was recognized for his meticulous work and now seems to fit in with the maid director.

The kings are also blind to her meal and are always hungry for it. I know about the war again, of course, but she didn't go to war.

Nothing prevented her from fighting, but she did not waver her unwillingness to participate.

She was made to serve people well. And yet, he made it clear that he didn't want to use his power to hurt people.

That's why Anold seems relieved to know that he's not here to go to war.

He's a bad brother, but he must be an important family member to her. You must not want to be taken away by war or anything.

It's obvious by looking at Anold, looking at her eyes with kindness.

"Anold, you said you came here for a purpose. What purpose?

Ah, that's...

Speak live about the trials LaLassik has taken.

"He's still the same, but what exactly is the content of the trial?

"As a matter of fact, it seems that one of these" King Trees "is called" The Fruit of the Daikon Tree ", but do you know my sister?

After showing a surprise for a moment, the live show wooshly narrowed its eyes and smiled as if it had grasped everything by closing its eyes.

"Do you know?

"Surely the sole is in this King Tree."

"Where the hell are you?

"Looking for it is a challenge, isn't it? But Muir?"

"Ah, yes!

Muir squeezes herself under the serious gaze of the live show.

"... no, you're fine. Good luck finding it."

"Ha, yes...."

Muir seemed a little discouraged to see if he could get any advice.

Then a girl came to the scene.

"Oh, you know her live?

"Master Ku? What's wrong with you?

"I'm just walking around. I was a little thirsty, so I thought I'd get Schwartz."

"Um... who is she, sister?

"You idiot! He's the First Princess of this country, Kuclair King!

"Ehhhhh!?

It was a sudden visit from the princess.

"Hmm? Um, who are you guys, by the way? Besides, my sister just told me about the concert...."

"Ah Ku, this Bonkra is my stupid brother. And these children are with them."

"Hee, I'm [Beast Kingdom Pacion], and King Leoward is my real son. The First Princess, Kuclear King. Nice to meet you."

As soon as she was greeted like that and forgot, Anold immediately knelt down like she was in a hurry.

Muir imitates it. However, only Winka and Honeymar remained standing still.

"Oh, you can come. Because I don't like that kind of walrus. Normal is fine. Or rather, just be normal."

Anold and the others stood up to the impetus to say whether they really hated being polite or not.

"But that's what I heard, but you're live... And you're so cute. Nice to meet you."

Kukli casually talked to Muir, saying that the opponent was a princess, and Muir shouted nervously.

Kuklia smiles at such a mure.

"You're so cute! That's right! I'd like to introduce you to Mimil, okay?

After watching the live, Kukli said, "You'll be happy," and agreed.

Anold suddenly seemed puzzled to learn that she was approaching the princess, sweating all over her body. Even if it's rough, the opponent is a princess. There is a lot of tension.

Looking at Muir, he also had a strong expression. Only Takawinka and Honeymar stood as usual, without expressions.

"... haha, this is kind of a nasty thing... hey Hyiro... eh?

Anold was bewildered by the sudden visit of the princess and now realized that something more bewildering was happening.

I don't know how long it's been since I was there.

At that time, I was walking around the King's Tree wondering if there was anything interesting about the color of the sun.

If you can't help Muir with his challenge, I'll let you do whatever you want during that challenge.

If you walk alone, you're more likely to be caught as a suspect. That's why the soldiers are hitting me so hard not to notice.

Transparency

The Japanese color is the first character to be used in "Two Character Liberation". As explained, the effect is distinct from a single letter, and it is precisely the color of the sun that is now transformed into a transparent person.

(You're laughing too much against the rules, just like that)

Soldiers on the other side. You don't realize it at all, you can easily walk through it. Some of them felt uncomfortable, and sometimes they were a little shocked.

(I'm sure he's good at sensing because he's a beast. Well, it's just blind, and there it is.)

The sensory abilities of Wesen, which are more developed than humans, are cultivated by their sharp five senses.

That's why it's no wonder you're invisible and transparent, but you feel some kind of sign there.

After walking for a while, I went out to a place like a garden. There are many thick branches intertwined to create scaffolding, and on top of that, there is an environment to grow flowers, crops, and so on.

(... hmm?

Looking over, a girl was sitting on a bench made of wood.

The arm is held by a wooden plank. There is a small hole in the upper part of the wooden board, where the string passes through and the string hangs around the neck. It's designed to keep you from falling to the ground, even if you stand up and let go of your hands.

The board is stacked with multiple layers of white paper, like a child going out to sketch somewhere.

I wonder if you are sketching in this beautiful garden, and the girl turns towards me.

"─!?

Moments - I am anxious whether the Japanese colour has disappeared from the effect of the "transparent" text.

I look at my hands, but they are clear and I can't see anything. Looks like the effect was still going on.

Which means she decides that she didn't see herself and looks at her again.

But surprisingly, she keeps staring at us. Looking back, there was no one. I'm definitely looking at myself.

Yes, I couldn't help but think of the sun colour when I looked at myself, who was supposed to be transparent.

She pointed at herself without thinking that she was wrinkling between her eyebrows. As she stood up from the bench, she moved her little head vertically.

(... what do you mean?

To get here, there were certainly well-informed soldiers who felt the signs and leaned their necks and frowned.

However, no one had the attitude of looking straight at her and making her aware of her existence.

In conventional single-letter magic, the effect time was, in principle, one minute apart from the effect of changing the form itself, such as the character of "transformation".

However, the "Transparency" written by the power of this "two-letter liberation" has been going on for more than five minutes.

I sensed that I couldn't solve it without triggering a new character or consciously canceling it. So we can't solve it naturally.

This is the benefit of the magic consumption of 300, which is the cheat of "Two-letter Liberation". However, you can write letters in the air, but in that case, it consumes 400 magic. In fact, I wrote two letters in the air this time.

And when I checked the "Status", I found that it consumed 400 firmly.

Since it is an MP that does not even have a reasonable adventurer, such as the consumption 400, I don't think it is a bit too vague, but that is why it will make the power of the phenomenon.

(As long as the effect continues, it is certain to be transparent. But... you look exactly right... right?

The girl is undoubtedly in line with the color of the sun. It can't be done just by feeling vague and present. I can assume that she has a complete grasp of the existence of Japanese colours.

I checked the surroundings to see if there was anyone else in the sun colour. Apparently, only myself and the girl are here now.

(... why don't you try it?)

Character effect was optionally cancelled. The hand I checked earlier is now clearly visible. But her expression hasn't changed. That means I could still see it.

"... how did you know?

The girl nodded lightly to the question and began writing something on the board she had. Looks like he's writing a letter. Have you finished writing it? I'll point it at us so we can see the paper on the board.

Mr. Ghost?

A cute girl leaning her neck. I wonder what a ghost is...

"No, or is that it? Is that what you see because you're inspired?

Though not strictly speaking, transparency and ghosts are different, but I thought that if there was an inspiration, I might be able to see. The girl writes again when her eyes are dazzled.

What is beauty?

"You know, don't write the right word, talk. It's a waste of time."

However, the girl makes a sad - very sorry expression in such a day-colored language.

Please forgive me. Mimil can't talk. "

Looking at the letter, the color of the day is also silent. Because I was able to grasp exactly what the word meant. She can't speak out because of some circumstance. From her atmosphere, I felt that it was not just a temporary reason, such as her voice being heard.

(Mimil... sounds like a name.)

Apparently she understood what she called herself.

"... well, I'm sorry, forgive me."

No, don't worry.

The color of the sun is not foolish enough to read the air to a young child and a disabled person.

I have had such a child in a child care facility that I was taking care of. It seems that the way to apologize is Japanese.

"Anyway, I'm not a ghost. Do you understand that?

"Yes, Mimil seems to be the only one in the family who looks sharp."

"I see. I wonder if anyone in the world has developed Six-Sense."

Don't you understand the meaning of the sun colour? I tilt my head and head. The word Six-Sense doesn't seem to be a major in this world. The explanation is also troublesome, so I waved lightly.

"Never mind. Apparently, your sensing skills are too high."

Is that a good thing?

I don't know. But isn't it more convenient to have it than not?

Good for you.

Show a smile if you really think it's good. Mimil exhales a little and wipes the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief taken out of her pocket. It's hot today and the sun is strong.

A girl under ten years of age in appearance. But I feel like I'm a little far from the smile of my age.

It felt like an adult smile somewhere. Is it okay to say that you're reaching a point...?

A red and brown shorthair with a big blue ribbon on its head that can also be referred to as a trademark.

Not so emotionally rich, but lovely, big, crisp eyes and clear white skin make you feel the qualities that will make you beautiful in the future.

I seriously think that moving beast ears, Yurayura, and tails are so cute that I can't let Anold see them.

In the color of the sun, she is positioned as an exciting essay for a cute little girl.

(But when I see his smile, it's kind of like... don't be a jerk.)

A smile is a smile, but I don't know why, but I feel a strange catch in my heart.

"Why are the ghosts here?

"Ha, I told you it wasn't a ghost. And it just so happens that I came here."

Do you know where this is?

"King Tree, right? I didn't break in illegally. I'm just here with you."

But I didn't say I was wanting to explore the King Tree alone.

Really? So this is the first time you've been here?

Ah.

Mimil likes it here too. When I was five years old and I lost my voice because of illness, I often came. "

Apparently she wasn't born with a speech disorder. The illness may have caused severe inflammation in the throat and the vocal cords may have stopped functioning.

From there, silence flows for a while. We decided that we were done talking.

(Well, there's no use anymore.....)

I wondered why it looked transparent, but when she decided she was particularly sensitive and tried to leave the scene, Fry and she broke their knees.

"─!?

Unexpectedly, the sun colour rushed to hold the mill in her arms. Mysteriously, my body moved naturally.

"Shit... follow me"

While excusing herself, she tried to hold her up and put her to bed on the bench, but looked up at the sky. The light of the sun.

It's the summer of the season. If you've been staying in a place like this for a long time without much wind, it's no wonder you're not feeling well.

The color of the sun rests on her forehead and checks her complexion while taking the heat.

(Very dizzy thermospasm, this amount of sweat. Definitely heat stroke.)

The color of the sun traces its memory and identifies the symptoms of the mill. I tried to put him on the bench, but the bench was exposed to the sun. It just gets worse in places like that.

(The skin is not cold and I don't need a massage. At this level, I lie down in the shade, cool my neck, armpits, and the base of my legs, and replenish the moisture... what kind of treatment do I really remember?)

When I was in Japan, I remembered the knowledge of the disease book, and I instantly pulled the countermeasure out of my memory, but I remembered that I didn't need it now.

Then he shall take her to the shade of the tree, and put her to sleep beside him. Then he reached out to write a letter on Mimil's forehead. But I stopped on the way.

"... well, why do I have to do this?

Release your fingers as you exhale. This girl has nothing to do with it, nor does she need to cure her illness. Besides, it's not that serious, and it can be judged that it will heal if you rest for a while.

When she tried to leave, the girl looked up at us with her eyes open. With a little roughness of breath, he also wrote letters on the paper. I wrote desperately with trembling hands and showed it.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience. And thank you for bringing me here."

Makes a smile while showing off the paper. The color of the day narrows her eyes when she looks at the expression. I don't know why, but I felt irritated.

(Of course, don't get so upset about this kid's face.)

The discomfort I felt earlier. It's like everything feels bad for you. It's a smile, but the pain is hidden in it.

The color of the day when I felt it, I thought it was the child's expression, and I frowned.

If it is painful, you can say it is painful. If it's painful, you can make that look. And yet, when I saw her laughing forcibly with care, I thought it would only annoy me that she was in such a good mood.

(I don't have a kid. The little one's still more honest.)

Muir is honest with himself, good or bad. No, I'm trying to be honest. The ability to act is honestly favorable.

But the girl in front of her has probably always smiled so much to care about someone.

I don't care at all about it being so lying and being weird as a child.

No, no matter how many girls take this attitude, it's more likely to go through in normal Japanese.

It's not like I'm dying right now. And to be clear, it's someone else. I just happened to meet you here. That's why I usually leave this place like this.

But for some reason, I felt like I shouldn't leave it here in the sun.

A feeling of foresight that you will always regret if you leave the mill as it is. If you don't do your best here, you'll feel like you're off the road.

(What is this weird feeling...?

I don't know what this feeling is or where it comes from, no matter how much I think about it.

But this is... instinct. That's what the ball tells me.

The important turning point is now born.

And if I make a mistake, I remember the mysterious feeling that my existence would be a lie.

(I don't suppose there's any deep connection between this guy and me....)

The color of the sun is different and even more human. Mimil is a resident of this world and a beast. I don't see any contacts at all.

But I feel like the soul itself is screaming to choose the best here.

Therefore, the sun colour felt like giving up, and I breathed heavily out of my lungs, and then opened my mouth towards the mill.

"Hey, you don't have to tell anyone what you're going to do."

Focus the pale magic on your fingers. Then Mimil wrote while sleeping, as if she was interested in making it sunny.

"What are you going to do?

"Heal your body. And a voice."

Mimil showed her eyes that had starved in disappointment.

"... that's impossible."

She stares silently at her who writes on paper.

Many doctors have seen it. But I was told Mimil's illness would never be cured. "

"... so what?

I don't know what you're trying to do, but just your feelings are enough.

Her lonely eyes swayed. There is a color of total abandonment.

"... don't be ridiculous."

Looking down at Mimil. And she said, "Huh? Eyebrows are raised like that.

"Impossible because you couldn't show a lot of doctors? You're not cured anymore? It's just common sense in your little world."

The color of the sun grows more and more frustrating and talks at once.

"If the doctor says it's impossible..."

Pow, magic flashes on your right index finger.

"I'll distort my common sense in such a small world!

The sun coloured her fingers close to her forehead, forming letters.

(Kh... my fingers barely move...!?

It writes slower than the "Sleep" character I used before. I feel spiritually doggy and tired again.

I thought too much about stopping along the way, but if the two letters stop along the way, there is "Recoil."

It is imperative that you write until the end, even after you have begun writing.

Besides, we can't stop it like this until we've told Mimil.

Ignoring her as she looked up at the color of the day without knowing what she was doing, she concentrated on writing letters.

When you are aware of other things, you feel like you are going to fail. This was not the word 'transparent'.

(Does it still mean that letters that are out of sync have to concentrate on all nerves?

Each character has its own properties, and apparently the effects of those properties are weak, so it seems that even if you just make a difference in the characters. With that in mind, she moved her fingers desperately.

"Resurrection"

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I also thought of "full recovery" and "resurrection", but I decided that "resurrection" was better with intuition. In fact, this intuition is closely related to magic.

Especially when it comes to Character Magic, this intuition becomes a very important factor.

It is not the first time that the color of the day has determined the text with intuition, but I remember the feeling that it is firmer in me than ever before. When I remember this feeling of firmness, I get the best character effect.

Gradually, the pale blue and white light flowing out of Mimil's body envelopes.

After completing the characters, the color of the day sweats from the forehead.

"Revive, Character Magic!

Suddenly, the moment a tiny discharge occurs from the letter, the enormous magic swells up, and the light that covers the body of the mill sparkles dazzling.

The light that covered her eyes slowly and surely soaked into her body. The redness caused by heat stroke also returns to the original beautiful white skin, and the sweat is completely relieved.

Light is also concentrated in your throat and absorbed.

After all the light has vanished, the sun colours wipe the sweat off your forehead with your arms, and then look down at the face of the mill.

"Come on, talk, blue ribbon."

Mimil King, the second princess of [Beast Kingdom/Passion], had a strong sense of discomfort from the first time he saw him.

There's only one obviously different light in the starry sky, in the stars that emit pale light... such a dazzling and very strong light.

Not only the eyes, but for some reason the mind is attracted.

In the same landscape as usual, the space was just distorted to the human form. Looking even harder, it gradually becomes a human figure.

(Could it be... the ghost?

Since his birth, Mimil has spent days seeing things that are invisible to ordinary people.

I often tell my family about it, but it's a laughing story. But of course, Mimil has never lied before. A ghost like the one you read in a book is certain to exist.

I've always looked at each other in the eye, but everyone glances away. As if I didn't have to.

But not this time.

When I realized it, I was already watching.

Besides, it didn't look like a flame of fire, as usual, but rather it felt like a cookie and a living person. That's why Mimil kept looking back at the ghost, attracted by his interest.

Ghosts are men. I wear black hair and glasses. I thought I was a little scared of the eyes, but I felt a little relieved because I was somehow surprised.

"... how did you know?

The voice is low, but it makes me feel like a boy. But why? When I heard his first voice, my heart pulsed. I feel the fever as if I had met someone I was waiting for.

There was an urge to hear this person's voice more. Communicating with ghosts for the first time. I felt quite excited, but I wanted to talk first and write about it on paper.

Mr. Ghost?

I was excited to hear it, but the answer I got back was unexpected.

"No, or is that it? Is that what you see because you're inspired?

Because it wasn't the word I was expecting, Mimil accidentally made my eyes twitch.

Well, I also hear that some of the dead don't understand that they're dead. He interprets such a ghost.

As he continued talking, he praised himself for his high sense of seeing ghosts.

I was really glad you recognized me. Even his family laughed at him, but he accepted it as a matter of course.

But his expression somehow distorted his mood.

I wondered for a moment whether I still did not believe it, but I somehow felt that what he said was true, so I imagined it was another reason. Or maybe it was my mistake.

I also heard why he came here. I was told that I had come with a friend, so I would definitely like you to introduce me to a ghost companion. I've never been here before.

Mimil likes it here too. When I was five years old and I lost my voice because of illness, I often came. "

When I was five years old, my vocal cords were deprived of their function as a result of severe inflammation in my throat caused by illness.

When I heard that, the people around me couldn't hide the shock. Mimil liked to sing. I used to come to this garden with my family to sing my own songs.

Soldiers listening to the singing were also entertained as angels. I'm glad to be honest with you.

For Mimil, who had not benefited from the talent of his sister Kuclear, only singing could express himself.

Families and citizens will be happy. Every time I saw that smile, I tried to sing better.

But suddenly I was robbed of it. There's nothing left for me. Mother, father, sister and brother were very disappointed. Then I know they care about me. But it was hard on the contrary.

It is very painful to feel the grief of my family.

That's why Mimil decided to laugh. I'm fine.

I tried to make a smile and reassure my surroundings that I would wait until the day when I could sing again.

However, speech impairment is not mental, but physical. Even current magic and medicine cannot revive voices, as the country's leading researchers have affirmed.

But I don't know in the future. If you develop more magic and medicine, you'll be fine. Yes, Mimil told everyone. Make a smile desperately.

Then, little by little, the smiles gradually returned to those who thought Mimil had regained his energy.

It's not wrong. That's it. Mimil keeps everyone smiling as long as he doesn't forget to smile. I believe so. Even if my voice doesn't come back to life forever, I'm sure my smile won't break.

Mimil, who had long been sensitive to human emotions, decided to laugh for someone. That way, at least somebody else won't be sad.

(But why is the Ghost angry?

I'm still in a mood to stare at Mimil, so I'm in a hurry. There seems to be no mistake. I do feel anger from him.

Maybe you don't have enough laughter. Make a better smile.

Then he too - the moment he thinks so, his eyes twist.

(... eh!?

Suddenly, it blacks out in front of you.

When I realized that I was sleeping in the shade of a tree. There was a ghost beside him. The slight warmth that remains in your body. I'm sure this is because he carried me here.

But even though it's a ghost, can people touch it?

He must have thought that he was a special ghost, but he moved his trembling hand to write and show it anyway.

But he also reveals his mood. Do I have to use words?

You've been so kind to me, but I've made you sick. Why can't I say thank you at a time like this? If you think so, your chest gets painful.

I must have overcome this feeling already. And yet, for some reason, when I look at his face, it becomes disconnected.

I want to talk. I want to thank you with my own mouth.

This was the first time I had such a strong feeling. I feel like I have to tell this person from my own mouth. Until then...

He said he would get Mimil's voice back. But that's impossible. That's why I've already given up. If we don't forget our smiles, everyone will be happy.

I'm sorry to hear that I'm going to cure him.

He feels very happy. To the point where my chest jumps.

But it's impossible.

"Impossible because you couldn't show a lot of doctors? You're not cured anymore? It's just common sense in your little world."

(... a small world?

And I felt a tremendous amount of power from him.

"I'll distort my common sense in such a small world!

Pow, his right index finger is lit with a pale magic spell.

I brought my finger to Mill's forehead. It was a little scary, but the moment his fingertips touched his forehead, something warm wrapped around his body.

("Costume"? Yeah... maho... huh?

I understood that intuition was magic. Your eyelids naturally descend, leaving you to warmth.

As the gentle breeze blows, it feels like you're getting a nice, cheerful sunshine.

Very comfortable, I don't know why, but I even feel nostalgic. The questions that came to mind were sprinkled with that pleasant feeling.

Your body is starting to get a little hot. Something warm slowly enters your body.

Strangely enough, the painful feeling that I felt earlier disappears like a lie. I have no idea what happened. But it certainly felt refreshing running through my body.

And suddenly, a huge amount of magic is starting to gather in my throat. A tingling fever appeared as if my throat was being massaged, and I felt a little breathlessness for a moment, but it feels very good that magic flows to my throat.

Gradually, the body's heat disappeared, and the gentle wind that wrapped the mill stopped blowing.

I feel like I'm being reborn.

What the hell is going on? - Mimil is confused by such a situation. He says carelessly with a slightly exhausted look on his face.

"Come on, talk, blue ribbon."