Konjiki no Moji Tsukai (WN)

Live stories say she's been quite a few years since she was hired as a maid here.

Unlike his appearance and personality, he was recognized for his polite work and now fits in as a maid length.

The kings also have no eyes on the meals she makes and are always eager to receive them. Of course I know about the war again, but she didn't go to the fight.

There's nothing she can't fight for, either, but she definitely didn't shake her unwillingness to participate.

She became a maid because she wanted to serve to please people. Yet they clearly put their faith through that they didn't want to use their powers to hurt people.

So Anold seems relieved to know that he didn't come here to go to war.

A badly made brother, but I guess it's an important family for her. You must not want to be taken away by war or anything.

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

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

"Oh, that's..."

Tell the concert about the trials you took from Larasyk.

"He's the same as always ~. But what the hell is the content of that trial?

"As a matter of fact, my master says that one of these" King Trees "has a" Big Tree Fruit, "you know what, sister?

After showing a bare gesture of surprise for only a moment, the concert narrows its eyes sooo tight, and when it leaks its voice, it closes its eyes intact and smiles as if it grasped everything "I see".

"Could you possibly know?

"Sure, Sole is in this King Tree."

"Where are you? It!

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

"Oh, yes!

Muir tightens herself up with a serious look at the concert.

"... no, you'll be fine. Good luck finding it."

"Yes..."

Muir shows a slight disappointment when she expects some advice.

Then came a girl.

"Oh, maybe someone I know live?

"Master Ku? What's wrong with you?

"I'm just looking around. I'm a little thirsty, so I thought I'd get it for" Schwartz. "

"Um... who is that girl, sister?

"You idiot! That one is the first princess of this country, Kucleara King!

"Yeah, yeah, huh!?

It was a sudden visit by the princess.

"Hmm? Uh, by the way, who are you guys? Besides, I told you about the concert earlier..."

"Oh dear Ku, this bonkla is my fool brother. And these children are with them."

"Heh, I [Beast Kingdom/Pacion], Beast King Leo Wood is my real son. This is the First Princess, Kukulia King. Nice to meet you."

So greeted, it feels like I forgot, and I immediately kneel like Anold panicked.

And Muir who imitates it. Only Winkaa and Hanemaru remain standing still.

"Oh, you can say it. Because I don't like eagles like that. It's okay. Or be normal."

Anolds get up nasty under the force of not letting them say if they really don't like to be polite.

"But yes, I was listening, but you're the live one... And you, you're so cute. Nice to meet you."

With Kukulia talking to Muir casually and the other person being a princess, Muir is nervously "awkward" and in his voice.

Kukulia sees such a muir and overflows with a cushy grin.

"I knew you were cute. You! That's right! I'd like to introduce you to Mimil, too, okay?

Seeing the concert and Kucleara says, the concert will be "pleasant" and endorses it.

Anold is sweating from all over his body, seemingly confused by his sudden approach to the princess. Even if they're rusty, they're princesses. Tensions are enormous.

If you look at it, Muir also has a strong look. Only Winkaa and Hanemaru stand faceless as usual.

"... is something out of the ordinary... hey hiro... eh?

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

I wonder how long ago the sun color was gone when I was supposed to be there earlier.

Around that time, I was walking around Wang Tree wondering if the sun color was anything interesting.

If I can't help Muir with his trials, I think I'll let him act as he pleases during those trials.

If you just keep walking alone, you're likely to be caught as a suspicious person. So for once, my hands are struck so that the soldiers don't notice me.

"Transparent"

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

(That's too irregular to make you laugh, that's right)

Different soldier. You haven't noticed at all or you can easily bare it. Some of them were uncomfortable and a little excited.

(He's an animal man, so I guess he's good at sensing. Well, he's just blind, and he exists there)

The sensing ability of the beast man, who is more developed than man, is what is cultivated by the sharp five senses.

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

After walking for a while, I went out to a garden-like place. There are numerous thick branches intertwined to create scaffolding and an environment on which flowers, crops and the like are grown.

(... hmm?

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

The arm holds a wooden plank. There is a small hole in the top part of the wooden plate, where the string is put through and the shape with its string around the neck. Even if you stand up and let go of your hand, it is applied to keep you from falling to the ground.

The board has multiple strands of white paper, a diagram as if it were a child going out to sketch somewhere.

I'm wondering if you're even sketching in this stunning garden, and the girl gets hacked and turns this way.

"-!?

Moment - I'm anxious to see if the effect of the letter 'transparent' has disappeared.

I'll look at my hands but they're clear and I can't see anything. Apparently, the effect was still there.

That means she sees this one, decides she didn't confirm herself and turns her gaze to her again.

But to my surprise, she keeps looking at this one jizzily. No one even looks back. I'm definitely looking at myself.

Yes, I couldn't help but think of the sun color when I saw myself as supposed to be transparent.

Pointing to myself with a wrinkle between my eyebrows by accident. As she rises off the bench, she moves her little head cocky and vertical.

(... what do you mean?

Even though he had come this far, it was true that well-researched soldiers felt signs and tilted their necks and frowned.

None, however, looked directly from the front, as she did, and behaved in such a way as to make her aware of her clarity and presence.

Conventionally, in one-letter magic, other than the effect of changing the form itself, as in the letter 'transformation', the effect time was, in principle, one minute.

But the "transparency" I wrote with the power of this "two-letter liberation" has gone on for more than five minutes now.

I could understand with a feeling that I was either activating a new letter or I could not solve it without consciously canceling it. So there is no natural solution.

This is the benefit of 300 Magic Consumption, which means it's the first cheat of "Two Letters Liberation". You can just write letters in the air, but in that case it consumes 400 magic. I actually wrote two letters in the air this time.

And when I checked "status," I was consuming 400 firmly.

It's an MP that even quite a few adventurers don't have, such as consumption 400, so I don't know if it's a little too easy, but I guess that's why it makes the power phenomenal.

(I'm sure it's more transparent than it continues to be. But... you're totally eye-catching, aren't you?

The girl is definitely gazing at the sun color. That you can't just be feeling blurred and present. I can assume she has a complete grasp of the existence of the sun color.

The sun color checked the perimeter to see if anyone else was around. Apparently, only myself and the girl are here right now.

(... try it)

The effect of the characters was arbitrarily cancelled. The hand I was checking earlier is now clearly visible. But her expression remains the same. That means I was still seeing it.

"... how did you know?

The girl nodded lightly at the question and began to write something on the board she had. Looks like he's writing a letter. You're done writing it, point it at this one so you can see the paper sticking on that board.

"Mr. Ghost?

Pretty neck tilting girl. What do you mean by ghosts......

"No. Or is that it? Is that what you saw because you're highly inspired or something?

I don't mean strictly. But transparency and ghosts are different, but I thought maybe if I had inspiration, I could foresee. The girl writes letters again when her eyes are patchy.

"What is Reikan?

"You know, instead of writing words, talk. A waste of time."

But the girl looks sad in those day-colored words - creating a very sorry look.

'Forgive me. Mimil can't talk'

Look at that letter. That's just the color of the day. Shut up. Because I knew exactly what the word meant. She can't speak out because of some circumstances. From her atmosphere, she felt that it was not just a temporary reason, such as her voice being silent.

(Mimil...... sounds like a name)

Apparently she understood that's what she called herself.

"... well, that's bad, forgive me"

'No, never mind'

Nor is that sun colour foolish enough not to read the air against those who are young children, and who have disabilities.

Even in the child care facilities I was taking care of, I've had children like that. It seems to be the sun color that makes apologies suck.

"Anyway, I'm not a ghost. You know what that is?

'Yes. Mimil seems to be the only one in the family who looks clear'

"I see. So there's a guy in every world who's got a developed sense of sixes."

You don't understand what the sun color said. Tilt the cocoon and the little one. The word SixSense does not seem to be a major in this world. I wave lightly because the explanation is troublesome as well.

"Never mind. Apparently, you've lost your sensing skills."

'Is that a good thing?

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

"That would have been nice."

You think it was really good. Makes me laugh. Mimil exhales small "Phew," wiping the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief removed from her pocket. It's hot today and the sun is strong.

Appearance is less than ten years old girl. But I feel a little far from a year-to-year smile.

I felt like a grown-up grin somewhere. Can I just say that I'm being objective...

Short red brown hair, with a blue ribbon over his head large enough to be called a trademark.

Not so much affectionate, but loving crisp large eyes and clear white skin make you feel the qualities that will make you beautiful in the future.

Pico, moving beast ears and moving Yura and her tail make me seriously think she's so cute she can't let Anold see her.

In the sun, she's positioned as Osama, who's excited about the cute little girl.

(But it's kind of like watching him smile... don't mock me)

The smile is a smile, but I don't know why, but I remember a strange hook in my heart.

"Why is Mr. Ghost here?

"Ha, I'm telling you it's not a ghost. Besides, I happen to be here."

"Do you know where this is?

"Kingtree, right? It's not like I broke in. I'm just here to escort you."

But I didn't say that I wanted to explore the King Tree on my own.

'Really? So this is your first time here?

"Oh."

'Mimil likes it here too. When I was five years old, I lost my voice because of my illness, and then I used to come.'

Apparently, she wasn't born with a speech disorder. The illness may have caused even terrible inflammation of the throat, causing the vocal cords to stop functioning.

Silence flows from there for a while. I decided I was done talking to you,

(Well, I don't need it anymore...)

I wondered why it seemed transparent, but when she decided she was particularly sensible and tried to leave the scene, Flali and she crash her knees.

"-!?

Unexpectedly, the sun colour rushes over and holds Mimil in his arms. My body moved naturally even strangely myself.

"Shit......"

As I excuse myself, I try to hold her up and put her to sleep on the bench, but I look up at the sky. Cancun lighting sun.

It's the season and it's Laea (summer). It's not strange to get sick if you've been staying in a place like this for a long time without too much wind.

The sun color puts her hand on her forehead and checks her complexion as she measures the heat.

(Thermal spasms in the eyelids, the amount of this sweat. You definitely have heat stroke)

The sun color traces its own memory and identifies the symptoms of Mimil. I tried to keep him asleep on the bench, but that bench is exposed to the sunlight. It just gets worse in a place like that.

(My skin isn't cold and I don't need a massage. To this extent, let him lie in the shade of a tree, cool the sides of his neck, armpits, the base of his legs, rehydrate... what a serious reminder of what to do. I am)

I remembered the knowledge of a book about illness I had read when I was in Japan, and I instantly pulled that countermeasure out of my memory, but remembered that it was not necessary for me right now.

That's how I take her into the shade and put her to bed beside me. And reach out to write letters on Mimil's forehead. But stop that hand on the way.

"... no, why do I have to do this?

Release your fingers as you sigh. This girl doesn't have any brother-in-law, and she doesn't need to cure her illness. Besides, I'm not that seriously ill, and I can decide that if I rest for a while, it'll heal.

When I was about to leave, the girl was looking up at me with her eyes open. With a slight absurdity of breath, he also writes letters on paper. I have written desperately with trembling hands and shown it to me.

'I apologize for the dizziness. And thank you for bringing me here.'

Makes me laugh as I show the paper and feel sorry again. The sun colour looks at its expression and narrows its eyes. I don't know why, but I felt irritated.

(Again, yes, this kid's face, don't get kind of very frustrated)

The discomfort I felt from earlier. That's like everything looks bad to me. I smile, but the pain is hidden in it.

The day color I can feel it twinkles my eyebrows, wondering if that's the look on my child's face.

If it's hard, you can say it's hard. If it's painful, you can give it that look. And yet I looked at her with a carefree and forced grin on this one, and I thought that the kind of mood I took was just annoying.

(There's no kid. The little one's still more honest)

Muir is honest with himself, for better or worse. No, I'm trying to be honest. I can honestly be fond of that behavior.

But the girl in front of me right now has probably been smiling so much to care for someone.

That's very lying, and I don't care at all about being weirdly ambitious as a child.

No, if it's a regular day color, it's likely to pass no matter how many girls take such an attitude.

Nothing like dying right now. It is clear to me that it is others. The edge I just happened to meet here. So you should usually leave this place like this.

But why, I felt like I shouldn't leave this place alone in the sun color.

A foresighted feeling that you will always regret if you leave Mimil alone. If I don't do the best I can here, the feeling of my path coming off comes in.

(What's this weird feeling...?

I don't know how much I think about what the hell this feeling is or where it comes from.

But this is... instinct. That's what I'm telling you on a straight ball.

that an important branch is now being born.

And if I make a mistake, I remember the incredible feeling that the existence of me would be a lie.

(It's not like there's any deep connection between him and me...)

The sun color is different worlds and even more human. Mimil is a resident and beast man of this world. I see no contact at all.

But pick the best here, and I feel the soul itself screaming.

So the sun color opened its mouth towards Mimil after sighing heavily out of her lungs feeling like she had given up.

"Hey, what we're going to do is useless."

Concentrate blue and white magic on your fingers. Then he seemed interested in doing the sun color, and Mimil writes the letters as he sleeps.

'What are you going to do?

"Cure your body. And then there's your voice."

There Mimil shows off her disappointed eyes.

'... it's impossible'

The sun also shuts up and stares at her writing on paper.

'A lot of doctors have seen it. But I was told Mimil's illness would never heal.'

"... so what?

'I don't know what they're trying to do, but just how you feel is enough'

Her eyes shaking in loneliness. There's a totally giving up color there.

"... don't be ridiculous"

Speak low and stare at Mimil. And she said, "Huh? He frowns at me like that.

"Impossible because you couldn't show it to many doctors? No more healing? That's just common sense in your little world."

The sun color grows more and more irritating and speaks at once.

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

Pooh, the magic lights on my right index finger.

"I can't believe I'm distorting common sense in such a small world!

The sun color brings his fingers closer to her forehead and forms a letter.

(Ku... my fingers barely move...... Huh!?

The writing speed is slower than when I used the 'sleep' characters before. I feel mentally dodgy and tired again.

The idea of stopping along the way was past, but the two letters have "recoil" if they stop along the way.

It is imperative that you write to the end than once you have started writing.

Besides, you can't stop like this any more than you declared to Mimil.

Ignoring her as she looks up at the sun color as a kyoton without knowing what she's doing, she concentrates on writing letters.

Being aware of other things makes me feel like I'm going to fail. This was not the letter 'transparent'.

(You're still saying that letters that are out of effect can't be done without concentrating all nerves?

Each letter has its own characteristics, apparently due to the strong and weak effects of that characteristic, it makes a difference just to make it happen to the letter. I move my fingers desperately with that in mind.

"Resurrection"

- - Oddly enough, the next letter written by Nikko is a letter to help people.

I also thought of "fully healed" and "resuscitated," but decided that "resurrected" was better with intuition. Actually, this intuition is closely related to magic.

This intuition becomes a very important factor, especially when it comes to "letter magic".

It's not the first time the sun color has determined the letters by intuition, but I remember the feeling when I'm tighter in myself than ever before. When I feel this firmness, I get the best character effect.

Mimil's body is gradually wrapped in a pale blue and white light that flows out of the letters.

After completing the letters, the day color sweats from the forehead,

"Resurrect, Character Magic!

All of a sudden, the moment a vacillating little discharge phenomenon occurs from the letters, a vast amount of magic swells up and the light covering Mimil's body emits a dazzling glow.

The light that covers her eyes slowly and surely stains her body. The skin, which was reddened by heat stroke, also returns to its original beautiful white skin, and the sweat pulls off completely.

The light is also concentrated in the throat and absorbed with the dong.

After all the light had disappeared, the sun color wiped the sweat on his forehead with his arm unwrought before looking down at Mimil's face.

"Come on, talk to me, blue ribbon."

Mimil King, the second princess of [Beast Kingdom/Pacion], has had a strong discomfort since she first saw him.

It's like the air is so different there, in a starry sky full of heaven, in stars that emit light, only one obviously different light...... such a dazzling and very strong light.

My mind attracts more than just my eyes, for some reason.

In the same view as usual, the space was just distorted by the human form. Staring even more jiggly, it gradually becomes a human figure.

(Maybe... Mr. Ghost?

Since his birth, Mimil has spent days seeing things that ordinary people don't see.

I often tell my family about it, but it makes me laugh when I decide. But of course Mimil has never vomited a lie or anything in a long time. A ghost like the one you read in a book exists for sure.

I've had my gaze on it before, but everyone leaves at a glance. It's like saying I don't have anything to do with it.

But not this time only.

By the time I realized it, I had already been seen.

Besides, as usual, Yurayura and it didn't look as pale as a fluorescent fire, it felt cool and as if it was a living person. So Mimil also kept looking back at the ghost's eyes because of her interest.

Ghosts are men's people. She has dark hair and glasses. I thought I was a little scared of the sight, but I felt a little relieved because he had a surprised look over there for some reason.

"... how did you know?

The lower voice makes you feel like a boy. But why? When I heard his first voice, Dokun and his heart pulsed. I feel the heat as if I met someone who was waiting for me.

I had the urge to hear more about this guy. Communicating with the first ghost. I learned quite a bit of excitement, but I'm going to start by writing to the paper to talk about it.

"Mr. Ghost?

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

"No. Or is that it? Is that what you saw because you're highly inspired or something?

Mimil accidentally punches her eyes out because it wasn't the word she was expecting.

Well, I also hear stories about some dead people who don't understand that they're dead. He interprets it as such a ghost.

As we continued to talk, he praised himself for being highly sensible and good at seeing ghosts.

I was really glad you seemed to recognize yourself. Even his family laughed, but he accepted it as a matter of course.

But his expression distorts somewhat grumpy.

I'm still anxious for a moment that you don't believe it, but I imagined it was another reason because I somehow felt that the words he said were meant to be. Or it could be my mistake.

I also asked why he came here. I was told I was here with a friend, so I would definitely like you to introduce me to a fellow ghost. He said this was his first time here.

'Mimil likes it here too. When I was five years old, I lost my voice because of my illness, and then I used to come.'

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

When I heard it, those around me couldn't hide the shock. Mimil liked to sing. I used to come to this garden with my family and perform my songs.

Soldiers listening to that singing voice have also entertained themselves as if they were angels. I was glad to be honest.

For Mimil, who was not blessed with a martial talent like her sister Kukulia, only songs can express themselves.

My family and the people will be delighted. Every time I saw that smile, I was trying to make the song better.

But suddenly they took it away. I've lost nothing. My mother, father, sister and brother were greatly discouraged. From then on, I know very well that they care about themselves. But that was the other way around.

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

So Mimil decided to laugh. I'm fine.

I waited until then because the day would come when I could sing again, and I tried to make a smile and reassure myself around it.

But speech disorders are not mental, they are physical. That's what the nation's best researchers affirmed, saying that even magic and medicine today cannot revive the voice.

But I don't know in the future. With more magic and medical development, you'll be fine. Yes, Mimil told everyone. Make a desperate smile.

Then one by one, but also a smile gradually returned to those who thought Mimil had regained her energy.

I'm not wrong. That's it. Mimil will keep everyone smiling as long as she doesn't forget to smile. I believe so. Even if your voice doesn't come back to life forever, if it doesn't even break your smile, I'm sure.

Mimil, who had long been sensitive to people's emotions, thus decided to laugh for someone. Because that way, at least, someone else won't have to be sad.

(But how is Mr. Ghost angry?

I'm still in a hurry because I'm staring at Mimil in a mood. It doesn't seem like a mistake. I do feel angry from him.

Maybe I don't laugh enough. If you make a better smile.

Then he too - the moment he thinks so, crackles and distorts in front of him.

(... What!?

All of a sudden, it blacks out in front of me.

When I realized I was being put to sleep 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 this far.

But can you touch people even though they are ghosts?

I took the liberty of thinking that this man must be a special ghost, and I moved my trembling hand to show him by writing letters that I had to thank him anyway.

But he also reveals his displeasure. Is it still necessary to use words?

You've been so kind to me, you're making me feel bad. How can I not say thank you at a time like this? That makes my chest painful.

I should have gotten over this feeling already. And yet, for some reason, watching him in the face keeps me hanging up.

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

It was also the first time I had such strong feelings. I feel like I have to tell this guy from my own mouth. Until then, for whatever reason...

Then he said he would get Mimil's voice back. But that's impossible. So I've already given up. Still, if you don't forget to smile, everyone will be happy.

I feel sorry for him that I'm going to cure him.

I'm very happy with how he feels. The more my chest leaps.

But I can't.

"Impossible because you couldn't show it to many doctors? No more healing? That's just common sense in your little world."

(... a small world?

And from him, I felt a tremendous power.

"I can't believe I'm distorting common sense in such a small world!

Pooh, the blue and white magic lights on his right index finger.

Bring your fingers straight to Mimil's forehead. I was a little scared, but the moment his fingertips touched his forehead, the feeling of being wrapped in something warm wrapped around his body.

(Masquerade? Yeah............... maho...... huh?

I understood that it was magic by intuition. Nature and eyelids descend and leave themselves to warmth.

It feels as if you are getting some cheerful sunshine with pokapoka as a gentle breeze blows.

Very comfortable, I don't know why but I even feel nostalgic. The feeling was misty, such as the questions that came to mind.

My body starts to get a little hot air. Something warm slowly enters my body.

Strangely enough, the feeling of being hard until earlier disappears like a lie. I have no idea what happened. But there was definitely a sense of refreshment running through my body.

Also rapidly a huge amount of magic is starting to gather in my throat. My throat gave rise to a twitching fever that was like being massaged, and I felt a little breathless for a moment, but I feel so good about the magic flowing down my throat.

Gradually, the body heat also disappeared and the gentle wind that was wrapping Mimil stopped blowing.

I feel like I'm reborn.

I don't know what the hell happened - I'm confused by such a thing, Mimil. He says unfathomably with a slightly exhausted look on his face.

"Come on, talk to me, blue ribbon."