Konjiki no Moji Tsukai (WN)

"- Hmm?"

"What's up, Anold?

"No, it's nothing, sister"

I don't know, I felt like Anold heard Muir right now.

"Muir, I hope you're okay"

"What are you gonna do if you don't believe your parents?

"But I'm worried about you."

I tell him to stick to the concert.

This is the first time Muir has ever done a quest by herself. If you fail to do so, you're really likely to discard the matter of your apprentice because it's about that Larasyk. I'm worried because I know her.

"Anold... Muir, it's okay"

"Wi...... Ha, thanks. Right! If I don't believe you, who will?

"Mmm... that's Anold. Little Kid Lovers, Demonstrate Your Leadership"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you talking about!?

Kukulia, who was beside him, leaves the scene with a winkaa, feeling dangerous.

"Anold......"

"Oh, don't look at me with those pitiful eyes, sister! I'm normal! I rather like bindings!

Kukulia furthermore turns Winkaa away with a suspicious look.

(Shit ahhh! Wi was a bin bin. Aaah!?

I made a brilliant mistake in my remarks.

"Oh, already! 'Cause I'm normal. Uh-huh! Isn't that right, Muaaaah!

Anold's grieving cry stuck to The King Tree.

Muir's ear receives a fuzzy Anold voice.

I don't know if that's the work of the wind, or if it's an illusion. But I do feel like his voice is trying to push me on the back.

Mimil just keeps watch without saying anything behind her back. Muir gently reaches for the egg. But then, the chick's eyes catch Muir. Innocent, unclean, straight eyes.

"............ yes, right. 'Cause you're gonna have your brother or your sister."

Muir pulled his hand in and turned his back on the egg.

"... Muir?

"Mimil, I made up my mind. Big Tree Fruit...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"............ but then, can't you take something called remembrance training?

"Yeah. But I have an uncle. Even if Mr. Larasyk doesn't teach you, you have to go the wrong way, you'll be strong."

…………

"Besides, my uncle taught me that no matter how strong I got, if my heart as a person was getting dirty, it wasn't strength. I want to be strong. But I want to be strong, too. It's not the strength I wanted, the strength I can't get without taking what we all cherish here."

The strength you wanted is the strength you wield to protect someone. Strength of mind that doesn't waver in anything.

The faces of the companions who have traveled so far float behind Muir's brain. Each has his or her own faith in him or her. Strength no one will be ashamed of. That's it.

(- Because it's the strength I seek!

Once I decided how I felt, I was refreshed for some reason. I felt something more, but I felt safe when I thought I didn't have to kill the eggs.

"Ahhh, but I wonder if I'll let Mr. Larasyk down"

"hehe, what about that"

"Huh?"

"No, then let's go back downstairs"

Returning downstairs with Mimil, a soldier-like person is searching around for something as if he had panicked. And realizing the presence of the Muir,

"Ah!? Master Mimil! Good. I wonder where they went because they're not here... I'm glad you're okay."

"Oh, I'm sorry about this! Always worried about you."

"No, Master Mimil is like an angel to us. It's only natural to protect you."

Mimil bows her head deeply as she says "thank you".

"Is that it? By the way, is that kid...?

"Oh, hehe, we're friends. It's Muir."

When Muir lowered his head pecked, the soldier who seemed to like him laughed nicholly,

"Really? Really? That would have been nice. I'll be back, so please take care of yourself Mimil, it's hot today, so please come back to your room in a little while."

"Yes, I understand."

Mimil replied to the soldier with a smile, and the soldier laughed happily off the spot.

And as he walks, the soldier utters words in a mixed nose.

"No - Master Mimil is as cute as ever. And I want to hear that voice again someday. Oh, well, can I listen to it anytime? Because Master Mimil has a voice...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... my voice..."

Stop your feet and drop the spear you had in your hand with Karan Karan down there.

Peel your eyes wide, cut your mouth open all over the limit,

"I'm back, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh!?

The scream was said to have sounded during The King Tree.

"Hmm? What's that scream now?

Anold was tilting his neck as a pocan at the sudden screams that rang all the way to the dining room.

"Voice now...... gardener?

He turned his face to the western side where the garden was located as Kucleara moved his ears to probe for pimples and sounds.

Earlier shouts are voices that make you feel quite abnormal. If there was any muir or sun color involved in that... Muir is relieved that he has common sense. But......

This isn't the whole city, it's the royal residence.

If the sun color was wandering around in that unscrupulous manner, sometimes soldiers would find him and capture him, and if he accidentally went into a royal private room or something, Anold would now have a sweat seeping through his back.

(Also, if Hiro finds out that he's human and he's doing even more stupid things, I'm sorry too... Oh, please, don't just make a scene. And please don't let Hiiro get involved in the shouting right now!

Anold desperately wishing in my heart.

"I'm going to the garden because I'm a little concerned. Are you guys following me? I think there's Mimil."

Kukulia calls out to Anolds casually.

"It's definitely your sister, isn't it?

Anold takes the confirmation.

"Yeah, he's only nine, but he's got an adult-face losing mindset. My head is so good I can't compare it to an athlete. And a song..."

"Ugh?"

"Oh, yeah! Anyway, let's go!

I was curious about what she was about to say, but she keeps her mouth shut and moves on, so the Anolds follow her behind in a hurry.

But Anold stops and sees the concert still calming his hips in his seat.

"Oh, sister, what are you going to do?

"I have a job to do. Unlike you, I'm not free."

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, you're a free man!

Kukulia smiles pleasantly when she sees such an exchange between the two.

Leaving only Anold's sister live, Winkaa was to head towards the garden with Hanemaru.

At the entrance to the garden, many soldiers occupied it.

It's like a wild horse at the crime scene.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?

The Kukulias, who rushed to hear the screams, looked at the soldiers and wondered what was going on. Looking at the situation, Kukulia puts up her voice with a sense of impatience on her face.

Did something happen in the garden? That freaks me out wondering if Mimil is involved.

"Mimil is! Where's Mimil?

"Oh, Master Kukulia!? Actually..."

If anything unfortunate happened to Mimil, everyone's face should be colored with despair.

But now, seeing the faces of everyone on this scene, Kucleara can't hide the confusion.

Because everyone and everyone else has a joyous look on their face all the time with tears. No, even some of them are weeping.

"Yes, what the hell happened...?

Kukulia is distracted by the unusual appearance of the soldiers.

I wonder if I've been so happy.

"Duh, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?

"Master Mimil... Master Mimil... Ugh...!

"Oh, already! Clarify it! What's wrong with Mimil? Or where's Mimil!

"Here you are, cousin."

Pitta Kuchlear stopped the whole body from moving.

(I just asked............ to?

I couldn't help but doubt my ears. But I couldn't forget.

The voice I just heard is certainly a familiar one a few years ago. But it can't be. It was a voice that I wanted to hear again, but also gave up on those around me who probably couldn't.

That's why I naturally think the voice that's now in my ear is an illusion. But one girl slowly appears in front of Kucleara, who had stiffened her body and stopped time.

Kucleara's vision showed the girl she had dined with in the morning and how she was no different.

Forget the blink and stare at her. No, if you look closely, there was only one thing that bothered me.

I don't carry paper and board for writing that I don't normally let go of. I wonder what's wrong, quietly the girl's lips move.

"Coo, sister."

"-!?

I couldn't be more sure. Right now in front of Kucleara, my sister Mimil is opening her mouth. I even feel loving, its lovable voice sounding smooth.

"How about... and... and...?

I couldn't believe it. But there's no way I could have misheard this voice. I was strongly made to recognize that it was Mimil's voice.

"Again... we can sing together"

Mimil moves her trembling lips and weeps. Seeing her like that, Kukulia hugs Mimil with emotion.

"Shit, it's painful, cou sister"

You seem to feel bitterness while closing one eye, but a gentle smile won't break if the joy of Kucleara is coming through, Mimil.

"It's not a dream... you...! Good... good... good!

"No... no... yes no...!

Both Kucleara and Mimil shed large tears from both eyes. A big round of applause is also given to the two by the soldiers around them.

Slowly Kukulia brought his face to the front of Mimil. I'll gently wipe Mimil's tears with my own fingers.

"So, but why? Why does he suddenly have a voice?

It was my biggest question. Mimil's disorder, which any prestigious physician could not cure, even the best researchers proud of [Pacion].

Of course the joy is greatest that it has suddenly healed, but I still want to know what caused it. It was only natural to think so.

"Well, that's..."

Kukulia waits jizzily for the truth to spin from her little lips.

But she looks hard to say and moves her gaze up. I wonder if it's also something I can't say.

It's as if it's really something I want to say, but also something I shouldn't.

"Mimil?

Mimil won't answer forever, so she pushes her back to make it easier for Kucleara to put it into words.

Mimil answers with a bitter smile when she glances at Muir beside her.

"Mi Mi, Mi Mi Mi doesn't even know."

"Oh, really?

"Yes. The wind feels so good today that I was in the garden shading. And when I woke up, my voice was back."

Kukulia accidentally becomes a pocan. Is that what it is......

But Mimil, who doesn't usually tell lies, might be telling the truth. Not at all.

Then he notices Kucleara's surprised and unexpected look, and Mimil connects the words in a slight panic.

"Yu, you're in a dream, let it be, Mr. Spirit has come out!

"Yes? Yes, the Spirit?

"Yes. And the Spirit said: 'This is a loan. Have it returned one day. Don't forget'. Maybe the Spirit could have cured you on a whim..."

I somehow remembered what it felt like to fix Mimil's words, but if Mimil was desperate to say so, I thought Kukulia would believe her again.

But those who heard the word and blued their faces were behind Kuchlear. That was Anold watching the Mimils.

(Dude, what's the word now... no way... right?

Thinking from the flow of the story, Mimil was losing her voice and suddenly she was resurrected.

Moreover, because of the delight of Kukulia, it appeared to be a fairly severe symptom. But that just went back to sleep. Well, I don't think it's possible...

Mimil said the Spirit had healed him, but would the Spirit do such a thing?

Even if the Spirit healed in the first place, I don't feel like asking for anything in return. Leave those words behind.

The language, I felt like another person said to Anold. There's a boy with an obscene attitude that I know very well.

(Ko, you should make sure of this...)

If Muir was beside Mimil for some reason, he might know what's going on. When Anold approached her, he approached her so as to punch her in the ear and ask (just) the quality.

"Hey, could we possibly be talking about this now..."

"Oh, that's right, uncle"

Muir secretly told me the truth.

"Ha!? He looks like Mimil-sama!?

"Uncle! Be quiet!

Muir blocks my mouth. Suddenly the soldiers stare at Anold, who shouted, with a strange look.

"Wah, bad, bad. But what did he do that for? He's a princess, right? In a flash of sickness or something... well, he's going to be able to fix it, but that's going to make him stand out."

"But it's definitely Mr. Hiiro."

"Well, if you heard from her, I guess so."

Exactly what Anold describes as a boy - the action that the sun color actually took. But some parts of me still doubt a bit if the sun color really did it.

The reason for this is that it doesn't seem beneficial.

For Nikko, who doesn't like basic noise, prominent behavior has been actively avoided until now. Especially since he's not an animal man, he should have been especially careful not to find out only about his magic.

(Well, when there's food and books involved, it runs wild...)

But if it's the usual sun color, I understand it's something that I wouldn't do with the loss in mind.

That's why it was not conceivable to use magic against a princess in The King Tree, which should also be called a pillar of such a country.

But the princess's words. An incredible phenomenon that cures the disease in an instant. Taking those into account, thank you very much. The boy I know comes to mind.

"If it's a hippo, try to stop it for once. You're seeing Hiiro because of the princess, aren't you?

"Yeah, it seems so."

"Well, it's been quite a while since the spirits that appeared in my dreams were cured, but the beast man is quite a mysterious and miraculous tale."

Perhaps it's a nice excuse for a beast man to believe in the Spirit as a friend.

(And that son of a bitch...... dammit)

Many times I have made the impossible possible, but this was just the thought of falling shoulders wondering if it would matter too much.

"Anyway, good for you! I still don't know if it's thanks to the Spirit, but I'm sure my dads will be thrilled!

The joy of Kucleara and the soldiers around him is tremendous. However, he seems to think that you've done something that really matters to him, and Anold leaks a huge sigh of sigh.

"Oh, that cou sister? Where are they?

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'll introduce you. Come here, you guys."

Following Kucleara's words, Anold and Winkaa approach.

The Anolds introduce themselves without disrespect.

She introduces herself, loosens Mimil's plump cheeks, and lifts both ends of her skirt for a rendezvous, with an adorable grin.

"My name is Mimil King and I am the second princess of [Beast Kingdom/Passion]. Best regards,"

Anold bows his head equally to a polite greeting that makes him feel elegant. Princess even at a young age. I am careful not to be rude.

Especially in Anold's case, he is more careful because his servitude may go to his sister's concert.

"... you look alike"

Mimil looks at Anold's face and squeals. Anold said, "Huh?" and speak out.

"You're Mr. Live's brother, aren't you? Especially with the eyes."

I look at her laughing softly, and Anold puts her head on like she was frightened.

"But your ears..."

"Oh, that used to be a little..."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Maybe it's something you shouldn't ask!

"Oh, no! This way, sorry to distract you!

Anything would make Anold feel weird about bowing his head over the girl again and again. So Kucleara slaps his hand in the bread.

"Oh, yeah! Mimil's cured, I'll let my mom know, so wait here!

That's all she said, she ran to the spot. Are you happy that Mimil has healed so much, that face has always remained smiling?

Watched by the soldiers left behind, Anold opens his mouth.

"By the way, why is Muir with Master Mimil?

"Oh, that's right. They told me where the Big Tree is."

"What! So? You got it!

"... you say that in front of Mr. Larasyk."

"Uh... oh, well. Well, I don't mind."

"Maybe you can go home already?

Mimil calls out lonely.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Mimil. But I'll see you again. Soon!

…… Yes. I'll be waiting for you!

Mimil comes closer to me there. The whisper tickled my ears.

"Oh, well, if you can, then please come with me, Hiiro."

Muir accidentally thought she was cute and hugged her dying her cheeks red and saying it while she lit up.

"Yeah, I'll try to negotiate somehow!

In response to Muir's reply, Mimil had a smile she had never shown before.

The sun color, one foot away from Wang Tree, was walking around buying and eating fruit at the store.

Have you finished your trials there, to bowl around the city with the Muirs?

From Anold, attention was drawn to the preaching mix of being suddenly gone and healing Mimil's voice, but it is gently flushed from right to left.

What bothered me more than that was Muir's face. A look like you're ready for something.

"... little one, how was the trial?

"Mr. Hiiro... come with me"

Muir asks me, and when I push the fruit in my hand down my throat, I say, "Go," and I go back to Larasyk with everyone.

She was in the basement, sleeping with booze. If you look at this presence, you're just a bad person.

No, no, you're a rabbit...

"Wow, what is it? I'm still sleepy but I can't..."

"It must have been the master who put out the trial."

"Oh, you did. Did you get The Big Tree?

When Larasyk quickens his mouth angle, he puts his gaze on Muir. Tension wraps around.

Just one sound. Only the sound of Muir's throat rang.

"... sorry!

Sudden apology. Regardless of the color of the sun and the winkaa, Anold looks distracted.

"Huh? Oh, hey... Muir? Apologize...... maybe you couldn't get it?

"... yeah"

"But Master Mimil showed you around, didn't he?

The sun color confirmed that Larasyk's eyes narrowed on his words.

"Yeah. I even went right in front of you. Reach out and you'll get it."

"Well, then why didn't you get it?

It's not the way to blame it. It conveys his kindness to try not to corner him as much as possible. I'm just worried about the color of the sun. I went that far and why did you refuse to get it......

"I don't want the strength I can gain without hurting someone."

Larasyk leaks his voice down "... whoops".

"I don't think we can talk about disciples because it is true that Mr. Larasyk was unable to carry out what he called a trial. But......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Strong eyes. Gleaming eyes in a beautiful sea colour without stray.

"Muir, to Honto. Is that all right? Now, if you still take it, I'll forgive you, okay?

"No. I don't want to bend what you say once"

"You could be much stronger if the eagle taught you. Why?

"Still....... Stronger, even over time. I will not give up!

I don't know what choice she was forced to make. It's just somehow in this trial, but it even makes me remember the illusion that I've grown a lot.

Anold feels it too, he seemed like he was confused at first, but soon loosens his cheeks and puts his hands gently on her head.

"Oh well. If you decide, you can't help it."

"Uncle......"

"I'm sorry, Master. I really wanted my master to teach me, but I couldn't help but fail the trial. Promises are promises. Look, I've been traveling a long time, too. As much as Muir did, I..."

"Nah, nah, nah!"

All of a sudden everyone becomes Kyoton to Larasyk, who bursts into laughter with a tall voice.

"And, Master...?

"Kukukukukukukukuku...... no, I picked up a perfectly interesting vessel, Anold"

"... Yes?

"Fine. Pass."

""... Yeahhhhhhhhh!?

Muir and Anold get hammered.

"How much do you mean, Master!

"Ahhh, explain it to me, then keep that hot, bitter face away, idiot"

"Hih, terrible way to put it..."

Anold has a big shock or he's on his knees.

"I think Muir already knows," The Big Tree Fruit "is the very life that people who live in this country cherish. To bring it here, you need to kill it."

"Become!? Oh, I was trying to get Muir to bring that!

Anold's indignation would be natural. It's like telling Muir to take that life.

"Calm down. But I didn't bring Muir. That's the right choice."

"Heh? Oh, really?

"Told you? Muir said he passed. I don't know, this weasel will kick his own ass when he tells you to be his disciple until you take something important from him."

"Oh, um... what if Muir brought" Big Tree Fruit "?

"At that time, that's a good, eagle experimental material. Bad and Immediate Death"

Muir and Anold are bluishing their faces and sighing loudly at the words.

Muir said, "I'm glad you didn't get it," and he was in deep relief and weakness.

"Anyway, what I wanted to see in this trial was the way Muir's mind is. This kid answered it brilliantly. Fine, I'll make you an apprentice."

"Oooh! We did it, Muaah!

"Yeah! I did it, Uncle!

We embrace each other and rejoice. Are you overjoyed, Muir is even weeping.

"Mmm... good, Muir"

"Thank you, Mr. Wye"

"Well, I just stood on the starting line yet. Coming up, little one."

"Yes, Mr. Hiiro!

Still, I think the sun color should have been a big step for her.

"Oh, but wait a minute for your studies. Depending on how the war goes down, it's not going to be all about training."

Larasyk speaks up about his concerns while he is still frustrated. There is no problem if we win the war, but if we lose, we could destroy every country in this country.

"Ahhh. There was a war. I mean, if you were a master, wouldn't you have been stopped before the war started?

"It would have been nice to hear them say it. Especially when they get Cosmetic Arts. They say there's one up there."

"Can't you stop with a word from your master..."

"Well, the eagle is just a former martial arts guide. I don't have that authority. Especially if you've got as much credit as your fucking brother."

"Really... No, I think the master's accomplishments are amazing too..."

How dare you make up "Decorative Arts", the home of the Beast Nation? But Larasyk doesn't even seem to think it's awesome.

"War. It would still be better if I could come back and look in my painful eyes..."

Yes, this is not a fight.

Can you feel the strength of your opponent, recognize your own weakness, and pull calmly......

Due to their character, rather than their painful eyes, they are likely to return with irrevocable consequences, even if they escape.

"Really, the Beast Man is simple. That could mean total annihilation. Shit. Otherwise this country will end... maybe."

"Oh, no..."

It was Muir who spoke up and blued. If it comes to total annihilation, that's when the future of the 'Beast People' comes to an end.

Even if the Demon Nation did not attack the Beast World, it is possible that the Humans will invade it, perceiving it as a good time.

If that happens, the future of the beast man will be ruled by man. Is Anold feeling something cold in his spine just like Muir, losing his word?

The horror of man is neither the power of magic nor the strength of life.

It would be so dominant that it could also be called its arrogance. Otherwise, you shouldn't come up with the idea of turning the Beastman into a livestock slave.

Besides, it wouldn't even create a presence like the Beastman Exclusion Group. But reality is not.

"Duh, can't you do something?

Anold's uneasy voice. Because of this, the matter of training went well, but if this means that you are broken, you must be blind to it. Larasyk shrugged his shoulders.

"Did I just say that? I just have to be."

"Oh, no..."

"Or something? You want to help me win the war? With such weak arms?

Anold with a musty look on Larasyk's words, but she's right.

Even if he went to war, nothing would change the situation. Only a little more demon bodies are possible. Maybe it's just that the whole corpse of the beast man increases.

When he sees Anold eating and tying his teeth in regret, Larasyk shakes his head, for Christ's sake.

"Well, the will to war can't be completely stopped, but it's theoretically possible to postpone it."

"Oh, is there such a way!?

Anold was desperate to go through his thoughts too, but he didn't seem to get a good answer, and he puts the color on his face in amazement. But only Muir stares at the sun color.

"Sort of. And if it works, both sides are almost intact."

"Well, how?

"I told you. Theoretically..."

"Huh?"

"I don't think there's any merit in doing that on either side, and there's someone who can do it again."

Anold tilts his neck when he sees Larasyk with his hands on his chin and his imaginary face.

"Yes, what the hell is that way?

"Hmm? You know what that kid over there is?

The sun colour appears in Larasyk's sight.

The sun color is a word with the usual flashness, just saying "oh," Anold opens his mouth to affirmative words.

"Ho."

Larasyk glances at the sun-colored words.

"Oh, you, Hiiro, Ma, seriously, you know what I mean?

"I mean, that's about all you know, right? Are you sleeping with me, Osama?"

"Nahahahahaha! If younger people say that, you don't have a stand-up, Anold!

"Grungy............... oh already! Come on, tell me!

The sun color looked into Muir's eyes. She's gobbling and throat. Perhaps she should be hearing from the fairy Orn, so the will came from asking the sun color and making sure again.

"Say it, kid. I'll see if it fits."

Larasyk, who hates to raise his mouth angle as he tries, has seen the sun color, so the sun color becomes irritated by its gaze.

But even as I remained silent, Anolds' gaze was depressing, so I decided to give up and put it into words.

"... ha, listen carefully, the way to..."