Maouyome

... Seriously. Shit.

I can't be lost or anything when I'm 12.

But it's totally me,... lost.

When I came to my sister after lunch, she was going out to the central temple at work. From rarity, it was a mistake in the first place to go along with it.

What the hell is that crowd?

The Great Auditorium and the Chapel are crowds of people, people and people.

Besides, I think there were a lot of guys with some kind of rough nose.

Sure, this is the Sacred Capital, but I had no idea that so many people were coming to the Central Temple from time to time.

It's the first time. This place.

My sister goes deeper and deeper to give the paperwork to the cleric in charge. I tried to keep up with the waves of men and the walls of flesh,... detached.

Seriously, I'm fucked.

I can't go in the direction I thought I would.

Even though he was pushed or pulled by the flow of people, when he managed to escape from people's garbage, he had come to a place he had no idea of.

... where, here.

I just want to go outside, but all around are similar rooms and passages. I have no idea which way to go.

The attention paid to your sister is overwhelming.

It is true that the central temple is divided between the inner temple and the outer temple, and that outsiders cannot step into the inner temple.

I've seen clerics and monk-like people just now, but I hide my obsession. If this was the inner hall, I'd be scolded.

At the end of my sister's errand, I had the expectation that I might meet a group of rumored beauties. Especially, I wanted to see someone with flax hair that said she was prettier than the Virgin Mariel.

It's even more backward just because I had a lower heart.

Sounds nice if you can, even if you can hear the way out as soon as someone seems nice to you.... annoying.

They all look so tough in the central temple. I just don't like thinking about getting scolded for exchanging Netineti novels like that.

Especially when it comes to growing up poor in an old town like me, he just looks nasty...

I have to manage on my own and get out before they find me.

I was able to bend several compartments, run through the aisle, and somehow get out into a bright spot.

"Seriously. What the..."

I thought I finally got out under the sun.

It was a courtyard surrounded by walls, no matter what I saw there.

... Stuffed. I can't go outside.

When the item was dropped that I had to give up and the cleric scolded me, I heard a fierce noise from somewhere far away.

I also feel like there's some sort of a mix of people screaming at the sound of a blow like I'm hammering a big rock.

"What..."

When I raised my face wondering where I could hear it from, the gutter and its sound suddenly grew louder, and along with the pleasant sound of a kid, it darkened furiously in front of me.

"No, ahhhh!

Looking up, a big bed jumps over the balcony upstairs with a scream and jumps in this way.

"Hey, what the hell? Oh!

He bows to his feet and jumps straight to the side.

The flying bed makes a roar and jumps into the ground, relentlessly choosing where I was until just now.

Turn into pieces of rubble at the end as your legs blow up and splash your feathers and pieces of wood lavishly.

It's so sudden and tragic that you forget me.

If only Bakun Bakun and a severe heartbeat do it, it will be on my ear.

"... you're alive, me"

"... and I thought I was going to die"

When I was trying to calm myself down, incredibly, people crawled out of the debris.

... Whatever it is, I'm alive.

There is no word in the sight of the impossible in front of you.

It's a woman. He was weaving a cape of apprentice monks.

The hood is full and I see flax hair color in the sunlight.

When the person pounds and pays for the pampers and the dust of his body, he rises up without a thing, even as he says.

All the while, I twisted myself here and there to check the condition, and it solidified in a peeking position behind my left shoulder.

"Around!? The cape is flaking!?

"You're not! Whatever, you're not hurt!?

"... Huh?

Somewhere in the weather, I can see the woman.

I ran into a line that was too sloppy.

Shit. You can't if they find you!?

"Agu!?

Pain runs in his left knee trying to hide himself in his lap.

When I jumped out, my wound was patchy open about whether I cut my left knee with flying pieces of wood or something.

He was conscious of the sudden tragedy and hadn't even noticed you were injured.

I noticed it when I realized it. So, the dodgy blood is painful.... I mean, it hurts so bad.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God, I'm sorry. It's my fault, isn't it? Oh, does it hurt? Ouch, uh, oh, ooh!

Naturally, the woman also noticed my injury, and she leaned back visibly and wolfingly.

As he asks how he lost track of his escape, he gently begins to squeeze his hands at my left knee wound, which is painful and unbendable.

"Can you...... But we have to do it."

When one squeaks with a contemplated look, a pale light is emitted from the person's hand. The light gently envelops the wound on the left knee, and the wound blocks inside the mirror.

... magic.

This guy healed my injury with healing magic!?

Seriously!?

The magic of healing, even though you offered me a piece of silver coin, didn't cost me any clerics.

"Wow!? Success!? Magic!

Before I raised my voice of surprise, the person who enchanted me raised his voice of surprise.

When he's taken aback, he suddenly hugs Gabe.

... hey, wait a minute!?

I don't understand what's going on or what's going on.

"Yay! I did it! I could use some magic! This is the first time that magic has ever succeeded! I did it, Conchishaw!

"Hey, wait a minute! Wait!"

Calm her down expressing joy throughout her body and somehow pull her off her body.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay? Is there anything else that hurts?

I looked up at her face, and I couldn't help but breathe.

... If someone in this world were told to call me a goddess, I would definitely choose this person in front of me right now.

There was an appearance further up there of what I had always thought was like with a beauty.

"of flax hair......, goddess"

"Heh? What's going on? Could you have hit him in the head?

Shake your head with a boom and forcefully pull yourself back into reality where you were shuddering.

Who is it? Who said anything about a bunch of beauties and all that noise!

You're making a scene where you're beautiful!

I knew right away. It's this guy.

Everyone's rumored that the flax haired guy was this guy.

That... that would be a rumor for everyone.

... What shall I do? I see you.

I could see it this close. Me.

"Looks like you're not hurt anywhere.... Good. Monk, it's not, is it? What kid? You. What's your name?

"... I say torte"

"Torte, you are. I'm Lefia. I'm sorry. I think I got caught up in something weird. I'm glad I didn't get hurt.... Not good. You're hurting me, me....... agoo"

"No. Because you cured me.... Excuse me. I didn't even thank you yet. Thank you."

"Ugh.... Beautiful language. That's the kid from the Sacred Capital? I feel like I'm losing something.... No. I don't want to thank you because it's not here. It doesn't matter. It's above all."

……

……

I wonder what. I think something looks and contents are a little uneven.

"Dear Lefia... may I ask why you flew in bed from the sky?

"Uh. Yeah. I flipped over to clean under the bed, and it went straight down. It's good that I jumped on board in a hurry to hold him down, but apparently that's gained momentum. I thought it was unsavory when I jumped out into the hallway, but I couldn't stop, bouncing all over the stone walls, but when I noticed, I was in the courtyard.... Surprising, isn't it? True."

...... yeah. Surprised.

This guy. He's like a specimen of appearance fraud.

You're such a waking beauty.

……

Too bad.

"What about you? Torte, how did you end up here? …?"

"I came to the outer hall with my sister, but I was lost in the way of too many people. I'm sorry. I don't know where this is, but I didn't mean to be here, and I wanted to go outside somehow."

"Finally, you're lost. All right, all right. Don't worry, your sister will take you to the outer palace."

I had a little anxiety about Mr. Lefia pounding and straining his chest because... maybe it wasn't because of his chi.

They pull my hand and follow me in silence.

Turn the aisle over there, turn back at the end of the line, and go through a number of similar corners.

Strangely enough, I'm no different than anyone else.

I kind of feel like I'm moving on to someone who has no sign of people at all.

... Hey here. Wait a minute.

Could it be,... lost?

"... that? Where? Here."

I heard a posoli and a grunting voice.

Definitely. This guy is lost too...

When I felt indescribable weakness and lowered my gaze, my left knee went into my eyes. No more wounds, no more marks.

My gently connected hands are warm.

I realized for the first time there that I was so careful that I didn't even think about it.

The bottom of the belly or the back of the chest soothes with dust.

He's pulling the hands of such a dirty little kid who can't tell with anybody anywhere, joining me, looking for a way to the outer palace.

When I think about it, even though I don't know the inner hall, it doesn't seem to make me angry.

……

The side I looked up from the bottom again, after all, I thought it was amazing and beautiful.

The cape of apprentice monks weaving their feathers from their shoulders also seems like something very honorable.

"Ah, there are people. Let's ask those people!

... I knew you were lost.

Lefia's nee was right, there were two shadows on the road. From the outfit, he doesn't seem to be a monk or a cleric. Either in an adventurous style that feels familiar......

……

Adventurer?

"Uh, excuse me."

I raise my voice somewhere powerful and get close, but I don't feel like the atmosphere is normal.

In a sword swallowing air like a strained one, the two are on their mid hips and hands on the pattern of a sword lowered to their hips.

"What can I do to get to the outer lord?

Without reading the air, Lefia's nee approaches alertness.

What, you don't read!? Air!

This is some absolutely nasty vibe!

In a hurry to stop Lephia Nee, one of the two adventurers finds herself in a facial mess.

"Is that it, brave man?

"Huh!? Torte, why did you take Mr. Lefia?"

"Bossan! Take the two of you somewhere else! I'll take care of this."

"Oh, well... Don't worry about it. You took care of it. Excuse me. Let it go."

Brave men looking somewhere pressed to leave the scene early.

Looking back, I could see another strange young man in a silver mask rushing out to the back.

"That guy..."

Raising her face to a softly murmuring voice, Lephia Nee was also dropping off the back of a younger man, just like me.