Kujonin

A few days after Naoki left Couvenia.

Camilla had Balzac help her collect herbs.

Balzac was also asking Camilla for a healing potion to exterminate the Ghostlike monsters.

They have been picking herbs in the woods near the cemetery since morning.

"Whoa, my waist..."

Balzac, who stood up, slammed his hips.

It's time to go home.

Camilla puts her face out of her mouth and calls out to Balzac. The backpack is filled with medicinal herbs.

Leaving the forest, he went to a cemetery that was much brighter than before.

Balzac branched a tree near the cemetery.

The work of the old man, a former slave of Naoki and a beast of dogs, is little known in the town of Couvenia so far. My predecessor is dead and a new Tomb Guard has arrived. The tomb is on the outskirts of town, so it is difficult to find it at first sight. Nevertheless, people who come to the tomb are being greeted and lent their toys and toys, and they are gradually beginning to be recognized as attractive tombkeepers.

As she entered the shed on the side of the cemetery, Camilla placed a puffy backpack at her feet.

"Balzac has a good nose, and he's good at finding medicinal herbs."

"It's good to look for it, but my body can't move." Would you like some tea? "

"Good. I brought you some bread." "Bread with honey"

"That's good! Naoki-san used to eat bread with honey, too."

The two of them ate tea and bread with honey and chatted.

"Where are you now?"

I'm not particularly worried about that.

"It's about Naoki. Zhen must be in the middle of the road.

Most of it was about Naoki.

"Now, it's time to make some medicine for recovery." Balzac, let me borrow your kitchen pot. "

"Yes, please."

Camilla took a backpack with medicinal herbs to the kitchen.

Is that Ghostly monster tough?

Camilla listened as she lit the pot with magic and put medicinal herbs in the pot.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! It I thought I'd send a request to the guild when it was too bad."

What kind of monster are you?

"I've never seen that before." That's why I think it's ghostly. "

"Hmph. Haven't you seen who you are?"

Camilla adds water and stirring while crushing the herbs with a stick of wood.

"I'm thinking of mixing the healing potion with the water from the well." That way, the people who come here will be able to purify nature and the area around the grave. ”

"You do things like Naoki, don't you?"

Yes, I've been able to change my mind a lot with Naoki-san.

The smell of healing medicine began to drift from the pot and spread throughout the hut.

"I'm sorry, I can almost do it"

Camilla apologized to Balzac for opening the window.

Conconnect

I heard a knock on the door.

"Oh, it's not that time anymore."

Balzac stood up and opened the door, and a boy with a cage containing bouquets of flowers stood.

"Hey, what kind of flowers are you selling today?"

"This is a bouquet of blue flowers and a bouquet of yellow flowers."

The boy, who hadn't changed his voice, said in a cute voice.

"Thank you. Yes, a copper coin."

The boy took a copper coin from Balzac and ran off with his head down.

Balzac put a bouquet of blue and yellow flowers in a vase and decorated the window.

What about that boy?

Camilla asked while putting the medicine in the bottle.

"Sometimes they come and sell me flowers." She's the grandson of the previous tombkeeper. "

Balzac explained to Camilla.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, a boy's voice came from outside.

Balzac rushed out in a hurry, followed by Camilla.

The boy let out his hips and sat on the ground pointing to the air.

A translucent white sphere floated on the tomb in the direction pointed at by the boy.

That's Syn Memories!

Camilla shouted.

I kept the bottle of healing medicine in both hands without a lid.

Camilla applied medicine to the translucent white sphere. The translucent white sphere suddenly disappeared before the liquid of the healing medicine was applied.

"Oh, did you take it off?"

Camilla looked at the empty bottle regretfully.

Are you okay?

Balzac took the boy's hand and stood up.

"Boy, did you do something bad in the tomb?"

Camilla asked the boy.

"I won't! If I do that, my dad will hit me!"

The boy shook his head desperately and denied it.

What is that white sphere?

"It's like a monster egg." Symphony Memories is a semi-embodied combination of human regrets and sinful consciousness mixed with magic power. If I touched stronger thoughts and magic powers, I would become a Ghost Taylor. If I became a Ghost Taylor, it would be easy to exterminate... but it's hard to do the opposite because it's not half real. Well, we'll just have to find out who did it. That's who the prank is. "

Camilla explained, looking at the cemetery in front of her.

I can't meet the dead and talk to them, so my thoughts will stay.

Balzac noticed once again the difficulty of his work.

Balzac decided to accompany the boy and drive him home.

The boy's house was a florist, and a serious middle-aged man was the shopkeeper. He's the boy's father. Balzac used to meet at the Abandoned Mansion to verify his identity.

Ah, the new Gravekeeper, did my son do anything?

"No, it's not that."

Balzac explained the appearance of Symmetry.

"It's... maybe it's my Synchronized Memories."

When the whole conversation was over, the boy's father said:

"When I was a child, my father, who was a tomb guard, wanted me to take care of him, so he played a prank. I couldn't apologize at last....."

I see. Well then, let's do the 'Heavenly Send'.

Camilla said to Balzac, who went back to the cabin and explained the situation.

Is it a heaven send?

"Oh, once a year in the land of the Elves, we take the deceased and fly a small balloon into the air." May the deceased be happy toward heaven. At that time, you and I will go together with our thoughts on the deceased. "

The balloon is said to be made of a small bag of cloth coated with beeswax.

That's what happened.

Three days later, at night, under the moonlight, the boy's father lit the fuel of a balloon made of cloth.

The balloon soared as it emitted an orange light.

Since that night, the mischief has disappeared.