Focusing on the episodes with Brad and Gus kind of makes me feel like a hell of a bad kid.

... but basically I'm a good kid.

Good boy, it should be... maybe, I'm sure, probably.

"Marie, I took the grass off the field, and I left the laundry to dry."

"Yes, Will, you're annoying"

"And I finally paid the dust of the statue, and I kept the flowers for you."

"…… Oh, well!

Recently, we've been able to get ahead of Marie and do chores, not help her.

Ahead...... I mean, it was surprisingly hard not to wait for instructions, but to get a good idea of all the chore steps, figure out what was needed, and run ahead of Marie.

Marie is quick to act.

They say, "When you're a little concerned about something, it's the trick of not saving your chores to handle it right away".

I keep the cleaning tools and farm tools in a place that is usually easy to take away, and as soon as I am concerned about even a little dust and weeds, I will dispose of them.

You have to pay proper attention everywhere to get ahead of yourself, and you don't have to stink of trouble.

Acting with the thought of reducing Marie's effort may have, in a way, studied more than Brad or Gus classes.

At least, in the sense of living normally, it's more important than having stronger arms.

This is how I did it in my previous life, and if I had at least done my chores, I might have reduced the burden on my family at all.

…… I think that the same mistake cannot be repeated twice before living in this world.

"Thank you, Will. Then you're free too… yes, shall we have a haircut today?"

"Ah, speaking of which,"

When I noticed it, my hair was growing.

When was the last time Marie had a haircut?

... Marie has a clever haircut.

By the way, Gus doesn't even try, and what an unfortunate result it was once left to Brad.

"Well, please."

Recently, the voice-changing has ended, and Gungu has grown taller and wider shoulders.

Although Brad and I still don't want to line up shoulder to shoulder, we can narrow down quite a bit of the physique difference and practice the fights of the combination.

... Though I have an application for rules, Brad can't stretch them very long because depending on the situation, he grabs about his hair relentlessly.

That's why I got a cloth wrapped around my neck and decided to do a haircut outside because of the weather.

Cool morning in autumn. Marie is a well-sharpened scissor and doesn't hesitate to cut my hair off a bit.

"Will also has a throat buddha, and is it time for his mustache to grow......"

"Right. I think I'll learn from Brad... Brad, do you remember?"

"Heh, Brad hasn't hit a razor in a long time, either."

How many young people have shaved their mustaches with razors that have become too popular in their previous lives and are not normal safe?

Naturally, I can't do this either, so I have to learn.

Razor wounds and all that look painful, and I was wondering if I could stretch it out a bit if the customs of the outside world would allow it...... but is Brad the razor?

"Speaking of which, what was Brad's original face like?

Gus stays that way.

Marie, too, well, I can kind of imagine because she's just out of moisture, and her rich blonde hair and seemingly tender eyes are intact.

Brad is the hardest category to imagine.

Asked, Marie looked far in nostalgia and stopped the scissors.

"... that felt a lot different from Will right now.

As you can see from my current skeleton, my arms and neck are thick, my shoulders are wide...

He looked wild, confident and seemingly motivated.

Sharp eyes that squirt at your hair like a lion……

Beautiful man, that might have been a little bit of a hottie. "

I put an imaginary and successful muscle on Brad's skeleton that I was used to seeing, and then I put my skin on it and put my hair on it.

A man with a shooting eye, wild and hard, like a lion...

"…… Wow, it's getting tight."

"Yes, sir."

She looked pretty good, and I think Marie laughed a little.

... I wonder if these two had such a relationship after all.

Neither of us in front of me is sure because we don't break our moderation as adults.

Regardless, I am not familiar with the finesse of the hand where I had memories of my previous life, so I don't know much more.

Marie restarts her scissors and cuts off my hair.

I don't have much stray on my hands.

Sometimes, I peek here and there to confirm.

"Yes, I can"

Marie showed me her hand mirror after a while. [M]

... Beyond the hand mirror, there was a young man with a bright and refreshing face.

She has chestnut hair that is slightly habitual, and I get the impression that it seems soft from her deep blue eyes.

Even though he may look like a boy if he only looks at his face, he feels somewhat like a young samurai in a good family, in conjunction with his slightly muscular physique.

"Hehe, aren't you quite a beautiful man?

"That's not true. I think I should have looked like Brad."

This world seems dangerous, so I think the intimidating, extruding, strong face is probably more practical...

Besides, I wanted to be like Brad.

"…… It's a shame that they don't look very alike."

Marie laughed when she said that, and said it would be hard if Brad was both of them,

"But Will is really about to grow up too..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

……

"Will is already an adult ritual."

Paying for his cut hair and taking the cloth around his neck, Marie says.

"Think of what you will swear by properly identifying your patron saint."

... Shit, I totally forgot.

... This world is polytheistic. Different gods, large and small, are revered by each of them.

And for every man, there is a patron saint, a god he himself particularly believes in.

It seems that children before adulthood are regarded as being under the protection of their parents' patron saints, but take them off this asylum...

In other words, it is an adult ritual to identify your personal patron saint, take vows, and desire protection?

And it is said that it is good for men to live and die as they do to their own patron saints.

Although there seems to be some bondage, if there is a change in the environment or mood, it seems possible to perform rituals again to change the patron saint who believes.

It is also normal, for example, for anyone to offer offerings to the Fengjin Waar when traveling, or to worship other than the patron saints from time to time.

I guess it's just the main effort goal, something like that.

The view of death seems to be based on the circle.

When a man dies, he is invited to the other side of the dimension, to the gods he believed in, where he is tested for his lifelong deeds.

Rest in the field of joy if it is at God's, and if it is not, be prompted to repent in the wilderness of suffering, and be reborn again when a certain time passes.

That's how many times he was reborn, turned into death, and one day at the end of working out his soul, man ascends the staircase to God... of.

Extraordinary heroes and saints go beyond the dimension of man to God.

And I'm not really sure if you say it.

In a polytheistic world such as Japan and ancient Rome, extraordinary figures were worshipped as gods after death.

Is it the goal that makes it look like that?

The temple hall is, as always, a majestic impression.

... how long has it been since I woke up here that day?

We still didn't know the names of the gods of this statue at that time.

These are all the most famous gods that have existed in this world since ancient times.

A magnificent, majestic and majestic man with a sword in his right hand and a balance in his hand.

This is Vault, God of Justice and Thunder.

He is the head of the good gods and protector of man, the Lord God who presides over the rain of grace and the thunder of judgment.

Believed in everything from the ruling class to the people, the myth is a fierce battle with the evil god Iltretto, who conducts fraternal deity despotism and tyranny.

Against the backdrop of Inaho, which is fruitful in the soil, a plump woman with a baby in her arms and a smile of mercy.

You know, Martel, the goddess of the earth.

Marie's faithful god, who presided over the grace and upbringing of the earth, said she was also the wife of Vault just now.

There are many things involved in farming and parenting in that prayer, and they are believed, along with Vault, especially in rural areas.

A tall, disappointed, splendid bearded man with a burning flame on his back, a hammer and a groove in his hand.

This is Blaze, God of Fire and Technology.

It is also said to be the ancestors of the Dwarves, and I often saw relief in the Dwarves underground area of the example.

In addition to the faith from the craftsmen, they are also popular with warriors alongside Vault because of their intense temperament and their irresistible work of training.

By the way, Brad stands this blaze as his patron saint.

A dynamically young man with a lovely smile and a glass of wine and gold coins in his hand, along with the figurative of the blowing wind.

God of Wind and Exchange Warr.

A trickster who conducts commerce, exchange, freedom and good fortune. Cheerful dwarf, halfling ancestor.

There seems to be a small company that is believed in merchants, spreaders, travelers, and has often festived the wars in the streets.

A beautiful young woman dressed in a thin cloth, soaking up to her waist in a fresh stream, with a bow in one hand and a fairy in the other.

Rare Sylwia, God of Water and Green.

A whimsical goddess who presides over the graces, hunting, spirits, etc. of the sea, rivers and forests, she is also said to be the ancestor of the elves.

There are many believers in professions that relate to nature, such as hunters and fishermen. Perhaps the whimsical divine treatment is entanglement with natural disasters.

... By the way, spirits and fairies also seem to exist in this world. I've never seen it before.

Against the background of a carved columnar hallway of some kind of letter, an old man with a wand and an open book, who seems like a smart looking ship.

This is the god Gus said before, the god who made the letters, the god of knowledge Enright.

A god with many believers in the intellectuals, whose eyes see what they see, and whose eyes they lose see what they cannot, but Gus is not this knowledge god Enright, but the wind god Warr seems to be the patron saint.

"It is better to travel with money than to be surrounded by books in an ivory tower."

The Six Pillar Gods are worshipped in many parts of the world as the Six Great Gods.

Though the myth eventually discusses it in a ragnarok battle with the evil gods, healing their wounds on the other side of the dimension...

Sometimes, they descend into this world something like a split called the Wood Spirit (Echo) to guide people.

The "Wood Spirit (Echo)" of the Good and Evil Gods also appeared in the hero Tan and the Medal of War poems he taught me a few things about.

What a magnificent story, I admire it if you're listening.

... Well, I'm going to live normally, and I won't be involved in that for the rest of my life.

... and a sculpture of the lights that I used to wonder why.

There is no background, a gender-unknown god with a cantera-like light on his hands with a long pattern.

This is Gracefield, the son of Vault, the Thunder God, and Martel, the Mother Earth God, the God of Lightning, who conducts the vivid flow.

Good death, and the god of death, who is presiding over the circle.

It is there that they appear before the souls of the dead, illuminate the way with lightning, and lead them to the wilderness of the gods, and to the next life.

Heritage is scarce, gender is unknown, and appearance is not passed on.

It is also extremely oligarchic as a divine character, with few revelations, and its God-specific technique, which gives it in the art of prayer, lacks anything practical.

For example, a priest of the goddess Martel can use prayer techniques that enrich the earth, give cheap birth to pregnant women, and give health to children.

There are prayers for judgment that determine the veracity of the subject word if the thunderous god Vault, or raining in the sunny sky in prayer if the high priest.

But GraceFeel's unique prayer technique is hard to see the effect of giving peace and guidance to the soul of the dead.

… In this world, God is actually exercising influence over the real world.

In fact, I grew up eating porridge and bread made of prayer too, and I doubt that.

But that means that in this world, if you suddenly wake up to prayer one day, that alone will change your life.

All of a sudden, wound healing and various miracle techniques can be used and applied to the surrounding area.

It's like winning a lottery.

In that sense, many people choose patron saints, including the prayer art they get and other practical aspects, and Gracefield doesn't seem to be very popular.

If you do get just one lottery, it would be natural to think that a lottery with as high a dividend as possible is good.

The faith thus gathered becomes the power of the gods, and the gods who gained power are increasingly believed.

It's starting to sound like a story about the difference between rich and poor.

... It just seems that GraceFeel will never be forgotten.

For when the dead come out and are at the funeral, they pray to Gracefield, in addition to the patron saint of the dead, that all their souls may lead them without straying.

A second-line god, second only to the Six Great Gods, like that.

That bothers me... is it because I keep my memories of my previous life?

I feel a strange edge just by vividly rotating and circling.

…… look around the temple.

When it comes to this winter solstice, which counts as fifteen, I take an oath to any god in this to be my patron saint.

And in the spring, you will leave this temple.

The living shall return into the circle of the living.

All three of them take that for granted.

………………

Look at your hands.

His hand, which leaves discolored burn marks tangled, is no longer what it used to be.

Palms have dirt and minor scratches from household chores and earthwork with Marie.

ink staining by studying with gas, gripping dako by working out with brad......

It's not the same as the hands of a young man.

It's not like that unhealthy hand of a previous life.

Right, it's a hand that's been punching into something.

... really, a lot, I was taught a lot of things.

Marie previously said she doesn't know what's going on out there.

It's just that it's likely to be dangerous.

Neither Gus nor Brad say anything about society outside.

I still don't know why I'm here. [M]

But that's why I know something.

This hand.

In this hand, which is stained with various teachings, there are three people.

No matter how dangerous it is out there.

No matter how hard you are on the unclear leftovers of your origins.

The three of them taught me a lot of things so that I could still live without difficulty.

"One day..."

I want to come back here someday.

Bring a friend or family, if possible.

This is my home, and I want to introduce Brad, Marie, and Gus to them that they are my father, my mother, and my grandfather.

Seeing me back, what do the three of you say?

Would you be happy if your friends and family were with you?

What would you like for a souvenir?

... I imagined happiness without such other love.