Makai Hongi

From that day on, I decided to go back to the village because I had spent five days in the tent eating and sleeping, recovering from walking unhindered.

In other tents, the seriously wounded are still healing their wounds.

I want you to feel better soon because this is such an end-of-the-century (Hyah) world.

I stopped by town on my way home.

During the war, only the grandfathers stayed and the rest were all evacuated, but today was different.

"The inhabitants of the town were returning."

Even so, very few residents are walking away.

All I see are curious fairy species.

I guess the tree fairy species hasn't arrived yet because of their slow feet.

"Grandpa wanted to be..."

Heading to the park, a familiar tree caught my eye.

There are no children in the park. Even though the war is over, family reunification may still be ahead of us.

"Hey, Grandpa"

I talked to him, but he's not responding. You don't move branches, you don't shake leaves.

"Right. Are you recovering just like me?"

He said he won't be able to talk during the year, or maybe he can't help it.

These are the grandfathers who defended this town. I was protected, too.

"I'm going home, Grandpa. I'll be back. Then are you a grandson to your children, grandchildren or grandchildren? Introduce me."

I stroked my grandfather's body a few times and left the place behind.

When it's next year, let's show our faces. Also, you'll hear a "ho ho" laugh like this one before.

It took me a few days to walk slowly and I finally got back to my village.

"Isn't that Golan? You're here?

"What are you here for? This is my village."

"You did... I thought you were going to live in town."

"I don't live here. I... can live in a village, right?

I get anxious.

You're just late to come home, and you're not forgotten. My house stays in place, doesn't it?

"It's not Golan. Welcome."

"You're back there!

Why are you treating me like a customer?

This really should be my village, right?

My heart was decided, so I walk as far as possible not to see the villagers.

In no time, I could see my own house.

Many of the villagers have been reduced in the war. There are many deserted houses left now.

Become a troop leader, and I lived in one of them, but you're gonna be fine.

You can still live with me.

"... I'm home?

When I roughly opened the door, Becca was there.

Here... it's my house, isn't it? Why is Becca relaxing?

"Is that it? You're Goran. What's the matter with you?

"That's what I want to hear! Why is Becca here?"

"Yes, yes, Goran. Listen to me."

"Answer my question before I do."

"My brother has left the house."

"You're in my house... Saifa? Left the house?

What's that?

"I said I could be stronger like Goran and go to school."

"Training... did you really go"

Where Scifer went, he won't be able to be much stronger.

Oh, that guy. Can't you see that?

"Where have you been?

"Mountain mochi?

"It's a mountain.... Did he go to the mountain? It would be like a mountain here."

I stuck in the mountains because I avoided others' eyes in putting theory into practice and I didn't want anyone to interrupt me.

Thanks to that I was able to concentrate and train.

"The pile is coming... I left three days ago."

"I can't help but imitate the shape... three days ago. You're on my way to the village. I never saw him on the road."

That would mean a nearby mountain somewhere.

I don't think I can help it if I care too much.

"Becca. Don't worry about him for now. If we run out of food, we'll come back hungry."

Still, it will take half a month or a month, but don't lick the strength of the Auga tribe.

Even without survival technology, we can survive well.

"Because, brother, you left me alone. You said you were with me to go anywhere."

"Sometimes a man has to do it. Understand. That's what he is now. He's desperately alive right now. We'll back it up."

"Oh well. Right. Your brother's doing his best."

"That's right. I'm trying. So..."

"I'm home. Whoa, Goran, there you are"

"Brother!"

"You're ruining it!

Cyfa's back.

"Hmm? What's up, Goran? So angry."

"Didn't you go to the mountains?

I guess it's only the third day.

"Oh, there he goes. I've been there, but I heard rumors that there are unruly races along the way. That's where we're headed."

"You heard it before the festival. That story. You mean Reapers, right?

"No, they were separate from that one. They're in a cave near the water source, and they came back because they were in trouble in a nearby village."

"Why do you come back when the village is in trouble?"

"Well, it's up to you to throw a round at Golan."

"It's me!?

"I'm a troop leader, so naturally what?

"Yes, of course."

Becca, too.

Why would my brothers and sisters want to push me into trouble?

"So, Goran. Don't ask me."

"Well... he's a troop leader, and he'll come to me eventually... so what kind of race is he?

"He said he was tall and not sure about the aquatic plants. They usually live in caves."

"A species by the water? You're a jerk."

Sometimes it's an aggressive species.

In the case of combat-based races, and with a high number, they suddenly strike.

I don't know what to do. I don't want to go see for sure.

I was thinking about that, and here comes the rig.

"This time we have a command to assemble at the castle for anyone more than the commander of the unit heading to the battlefield."

"A castle... who collected it?

Little Demon King Melvis shouldn't be awake yet.

"The directive is put out in the name of General Farnese."

Was it the merit award that was given by the Commander of the Nehyol Legion?

"Okay. You should go at once."

I know we talked about this via the Legion Leader, but my village is a despicable place. Even if we hurry on our way, we may be the last to arrive.

"So, Cyfa. We'll see about that later."

A deep sea dragon's knife... If I told you to give it to me, would you really do it?

I'm the leader of the Nehyol army for mentioning that... you haven't set up another weird trap or anything.

I'm a little nervous.