"Well, there's something I need to do before I go back to the city"
"Right."
"Yeah......"
It was the body of my mother, Fenrill, that gathered the three gazes. You can't leave her like that, that was what the three of us thought.
'It may take a while, but can I dig you a hole?
The two snort silently at Balkias' suggestion, which stirred up their desire to bury their mother themselves.
With a gentle eye, Atal and Caro just watched as Balkias was digging a hole.
"Did you dig?"
Seeing Balkias nodding at Atal's inquiry, Atal and Caro gently lift Fenrill's body and slowly grate it into the dug hole. Keep softly soiled on top, and the three stare at the ground as they pray.
"Mother...... Goodbye"
"Bal, I'll take care of you."
"Bye."
When the three broke up with each word, they shook off their thoughts so as not to look back and headed to the forest entrance.
Back to the entrance to the woods, the three of them were connected. When they unleashed the carriage, they rode.
"Dear Atal, Baru, can I give you a ride in the carriage too?
"Oh, isn't that nice? We ride on the ground, too."
Balkias, with Atal's permission, glances at him for a moment, getting into his first carriage, smelling him.
"Is this the carriage? Oh, wow!
Balkias, shining his eyes, seemed unspeakable about what was amazing, but he seemed somewhat in a cultural shock because he was new to the idea of a vehicle per se.
"Carol, I'll do your job, so you keep Bal informed. I can't tell you how surprised I was to be back in the city with one carriage."
"Right... Mr. Bal, let's study the city looking out until we get to the city"
In response to Atal's allegations, Caro thinks it's bad and turns back to Balkias.
'Yeah! Nice to meet you, Dear Caro!
It was Balkias walking around in the carriage for a while, but I honestly decided to be coached by Caro because I listened to the conversation between the two of them and understood the situation.
"First you explain the city. You mean the city..."
While worrying about plain language, Caro started talking from the basics, and Balkias was listening seriously to it. Sometimes the role was replaced and Balkias provided guidance on how to read.
The look was smiling and Atal was steering the carriage with a soft smile.
That's how Ataru returns to the city and decides to leave the carriage in the inn for a meal in the dining room. Though Divine Beast, you can't just take Balkias inside the store and keep him waiting outside with the carriage.
"Never mind about me. Take your time!
With Caro's proper guidance, and seemingly awkward around here, Balkias waited without complaining.
The two people entering the store take the seats guided. The topic there was about Balkias.
"Mr. Bal, you're so cute... you care about me and you're such a good girl."
Caro was loosening his cheeks slightly as he remembered Barchias.
"Sure...... I guess I should have raised my mother. I heard Carol and the others talking in the carriage, but to a certain extent, he seemed to have some knowledge of people's lives."
Not all, but Balkias had also been given information on what was alive besides Fenrill. It wasn't biased knowledge either, it was information based on a calm decision. My mother, Fenrill, would have taken good care of him so that he could live alone.
"Yes, thanks to you, it helped me a lot. I understand more and more about new knowledge, so it's very easy to explain."
Not only Atar, but Caro was also taking his hat off Balkias' smartness.
"As for Bal, you don't have to worry because he tells you to run even when someone tangles you up. The question is how far to report it to him..."
If I were to be honest about this one, I went to the back of the woods and there was the Divine Beast Fenrill. Fenrill was on the verge of dying and died entrusting his last child. And Caro signed with that kid.
content.
"Talk to me like that. It's hard to tell if you're the one with no problems..."
"Mr. Millan, it didn't seem like a bad person..."
If you're a good person, it doesn't mean you can give all the information. We both understood that. But I feel like I can't report anything more than I've been asked to.
"Brothers, you don't look difficult. Something bothering you?
It was the female clerk who had carried the dishes who had spoken that way in a voice with a loud atmosphere. She seems to be the wife of the innkeeper and the caterer in charge of the dining room.
"Oh, sort of. I'm going to have to make a report, but I don't know how trustworthy that person is. So I'm worried about how far I can give you the information."
Atal thinks only for a moment as her atmosphere prompts her, then the root part lays low and explains the general flow.
"Hmm, is that a suspicious person? Here's the thing, I have a secret! Or there's a back face! A suspicious atmosphere like"
Atal and Caro shake their necks sideways, aligning themselves with that question of female clerk acting.
"I think there's a part of me that's playing, but that kind of backward part didn't seem like it"
Atal answered, remembering the impression he had when he met with Fumi Milan. It was from various circumstances that Atal could somehow guess that Milan was creating a character called himself when he saw her.
"Well... then how about I just say I'm thinking about it?
"Ho, in person?
Caro was surprised by the words of the female clerk, who grinned deeper and said clearly.
"Pfft, when humans honestly open their minds and bump into each other, they show off, the road opens up. Not if you're not a bad person."
Speaking as if she had experienced it, she winked with tea glare and went back to her next service.
"I see... maybe that's not too bad"
Atal was finding light in her words.