- The next day.
Me and Julia's mother were in the village of Liberette, next door.
From the village of Corbett with the mansion to the village of Liberet is a half day's ride by carriage.
I received news from my father yesterday and completed my journey schedule the next day, and thus arrived in the village of Liberet today.
Alfred, what was Dad's biographical dove, in short,
- I still have work to do at Fort Lanzrack for a while. So Edgar and I need you to head to the King's Landing first. I'll catch up with the horses later. [M]
That's what it was about.
The village of Riverette is also a rural area where you might want to resemble the village of Corbett.
They are so similar that even residents may make mistakes if they let them find mistakes alongside the village of Corbett.
Originally, this area was a pioneering area, and the four villages of Viscount Culée are very similar to each other because of the same colonization period, and they are also called the Four Sons Village, etc.
Corvette, Liberet, Trenadette, Coulette.
This is a little bit of a Marquecto word for "first," "second," "third," and "fourth."
I mean, that's a cheap name like First, Second, Third, Force.
Me and Mother Julia (and Steph) are staying at the village chief's house in that second village (the village of Liberette).
Sometimes it was already close to sundown when we arrived, but it is not impossible to reach the next village (Third Village) if we hurry.
Nonetheless, I decided to stay in this village because the village chief said he wanted to welcome his mother, the Viscountess.
Either way, because it was a journey waiting for my father to catch up, my mother agreed to the invitation of the village chief, and while staying overnight in the village of Liberet, she was going to ask about the situation in the village and so on.
This was also in a telegraph dove from my father, who had written to me to listen to the voices of the inhabitants if time allowed.
Because there will still be aspects of being comfortable and hard to tell the truth when you are with me.
Even though my father is a casual man who doesn't get noble, he must be a man on the cloud from the people.
If you're a mother in that respect, it's easy to blend in with the inhabitants because you're such a character, and you're a former adventurer.
Even if someone tries to make a weird little mistake, it will only result in knowing that the two names "Witch of Fire Hell" are not Dada.
It's a qualitative thing to call a village chief's house, a thatched wooden bungalow built like an ancient Japanese private house.
But calm and cozy, nice house.
When I take off my shoes and go up to the living room at the back end of the enclosure and listen to the gathered villagers, I feel like my eyelids are getting heavier naturally.
Most of all, I feel that my eyelids have gotten heavier because I am drawn to the memories of my previous life, and in fact my eyes are normally blinded thanks to [inability to work].
So I wouldn't miss hearing this information either.
"- Fairy, no?
"Yes, ma'am. The fairy grabbed Volvo's ass."
This is what the man who seems to be the face of the village says.
Anything, about six months ago, a wooddust splitting into the woods suddenly told me I saw a fairy in the woods.
A fairy is not normally visible, and they can't see it unless it's some inspirational thing or something lumpy and drunk.
I mean, that wood dust, good thing it's invisible, you were doing a cup at work.
Nobody tried to believe me because it was the testimony of such a guy.
but I did see the wood dust a little bit.
An ill-willed villager asked if he would place a bet, then.
And when a villager who made a wooden bet went to a place where he saw a fairy with a wooden guide, there was a strange print written all over the ground that was neither lettering nor picturesque.
Most of all, they still told me it would be a selfie, and I didn't win the bet.
Nevertheless, the fact that there was no evidence of a selfie meant that there was no bet on it without the village chief.
They had something to tease about the wood dust for a while, but it also eventually went down in flames, and all the villagers forgot about fairies, etc.
"That's the other day. Come on. Volvo's boyfriend, a five-year-old boy who doesn't look like him, suddenly disappeared."
Volvo is the villager who made the wood dust and bet that came out of the current story.
The son's voice didn't come back when he said he was going to visit the river.
"I gathered the adults of the village to look downstream of the river and into the woods, but I can't find them anywhere. In the village. Yeah, but, hey, if you're doing this, say something really weird about a dusty guy."
"Something serious?
"I mean, it's stupid, ma'am."
No, Julia, I think your mother knows that, too.
I'll listen instead.
"What did you say?
"Hey, can you speak the language now? My husband's a smart guy, so kids get smart."
No, that's fine!
When I glanced lightly, the face actor, who seemed to have deliberately blurred, smiled small and bitterly and continued the conversation.
"Oh, I'm sorry. So, you were talking about the wood dust. You already know that. Wood dust said it was the fairy who grabbed the voice."
"The fairy...?
Julia's mother puts on her little neck cutely.
I can understand your mother's doubts.
They say fairies are basically good beings.
The "All Abaddon Magic Book" also has a fairy section, which states that the fairy is a good user demon made by a legendary species called Elf, the ancient ancestor of the Tai Dynasty.
Definitely because it's my favorite recital spot.
"The villagers didn't care at first. The dusty guy tends to be a little crazy for drinking too much, and I didn't even let him. You can see the woods. You can't do that because you're drinking all the time."
"So?"
"It's just that after a while, the rest of them said it was the fairy's fault. I thought it was ridiculous, but I can't keep the village crowd together and ignore it. I went hunting in the woods to put it on black and white."
Then, he said, there was something left in the woods that seemed to have been written by fairies that could not be characters or pictures.
"What was it only about Mr. Kikori?
I overheard.
"It's something else. I saw the wooden dust when it was a fairy. It wasn't six months ago. There's no way I'm going to leave a pattern on the ground."
"Like that, where is it?
"Behind the woods, upstream of the river where Voice went to play. I thought the lord would want to see it, so I rubbed the fence and surrounded it."
It's creepy, and nobody's closing in, and he's a face.
"All the time......"
"It's about the river."
No, he said he knew that.
If you say there's a fence, you don't have to show me around. You're going to find it.
While I'm thinking about it, my mother also asks questions to the face player.
"I wonder how we ended up talking about that later when we didn't care what Mr. Kikori said at first?
"Oh, did the pawn owner of the inn say that? Was it before or after the traveler stayed?"
"Traveler?
"I'm from Corbett. I don't know if I told you. I stayed overnight and headed straight to Wangdu. I said. He told me about the exotic, and we all enjoyed it."
"Phew...?
My mother is staring at the universe with her neck clenched.
I'll try the same, but I don't always see something.
I just see a coaled beam.
At that time, the living room drawer opened.
"- Fairies don't do anything wrong!!
With that screaming, a child around the age of five jumped in.
"Here, here, Aino! Not in front of the guests!
From the look of the face player who blames you for saying that, you seem to be the daughter of the face player.
She's not like her parents, she's a pretty girl.
You look older than me, though.
"Fairy, you helped me when I was lost and in trouble!
"Do you still want to say it? I had a fever at that time. Oh, I thought you saw it in the illusion."
"No! She was a blonde, creepy-haired fairy! He was so sweet!
Yeah, and Aino cries out.
With a grated face on her ass, Mother Julia can fool Aino.
Aino was tired of crying or fell asleep feeling good at the back end of the furnace.
"Sukiyasu, ma'am"
"It's okay. Pretty girl. I envy you because we don't have any girls."
All three of Alfred's father's ex-wife's sons are men, and I'm a man, too.
I feel like there are four of us, but I'm noble, and I'm the only real child of my mother, so I might still be born in the future.
"Aino seems worried about Voice."
Oh, you mean that.
I don't think so, but we must have been close.
"All right! I'll do my best too!
"What, ma'am?
"Even if I look like this, I'm a former A-rank adventurer."
Eh and mother.
The mayor of the village, who was watching the story with the face actor there, cracks and enters.
"I don't want your fame. But are you sure? We can't have it in this village, such as a reward commensurate with A-rank?
"That's okay. This is Al Kun's territory. It's the Lord's job to keep the people safe, isn't it?
"Ha ha..."
The mayor of the village hits on the relationship like he's confused.
A rank would be a bit, but I don't think I can really rely on it to see Mother Julia in front of me.
Does your mother realize how such a village chief is or not?
"Edgar, wait at home."
That's what I said, and I quickly left to interrogate the village.
…………
What do you want me to do?
Of course, there's no choice but to sit still at the village chief's house.
I dilate the MP max, pass out, make Steph think I slept with him, and then I get up mucky.
It was just one thing to occupy my head.
Fairy!
I want to see it!