"Ayane... Ayane..."
"Father, be sure."
Doomed in the futon, he called his name many times to tear tiredness, and a voice Ayane.
I finally woke up from a nightmare and was tired of opening my eyes, but tired accidentally laughed at the fact that the person who was the source of that nightmare was there, even waking up from the nightmare, looking down at me with the same expression as in the nightmare.
"What happened? Crying and laughing."
Ayane also reacts strangely to tiredness, inadvertently zeroing his grin.
The tiredness of loving her daughter while neglecting her led her to get away from under herself for the reason that she was therefore independent. When you are with Ayane, you are captured by guilt, and you cannot safely immerse your mind in darkness.
"Anything… nothing"
I hugged Ayane with all my strength and said tired with a faint voice.
Ayane sounds hot on her chest to her father, who looks younger than herself, sweetening as usual.
On the other hand, I wonder what kind of nightmare you were having by calling your name. I don't want to ask you that, and you won't answer me tired when I ask you.
"There are signs of those approaching here. Naruko-change-over reacted."
I hear the words of Ayane I told her as I held her back, and the tired consciousness that was hanging on awakens at once. Spell a spell and fly a part of your consciousness out of your flesh to meditate your eyes. View of the mansion and its surroundings with split spiritual bodies from above. Two figures are approaching right in front of the gate.
One of them looked familiar. Shiro Grass Dew. I don't feel like killing or hostility, but I have a nervous face.
The other one dressed as a mountain ambush is the first face I've ever seen. This one also sees at a glance that he is a sorcerer. That's pretty powerful, too. No doubt his strength will be higher than that of Kanshiro next door. The man in the mountain ambush looked up at the tired consciousness and made him smile.
"Hmm..."
Leaks an admiration for noticing your presence.
"Sounds like a customer...... There seems to be no hostility... so please welcome me..."
Yes, he told Ayane to pick him up, and as he changed into his kimono, Tired turned his head to see what these two had come for.
It's normal to think that you've come to discuss yourself called Haunted Tsuji at a time when Shiro Grass Dew is with you, but it doesn't look like that kind of atmosphere. Is it solicitation as a magician for the Shogun, or a request to help me because I have some difficulty?
There have been several cases like the latter in the past, and only with regard to matters that have attracted interest, but there have been a number of acceptances.
If it is the latter, Tired is treading on the opening of events related to many of today's abnormal disasters. Invitation to man-made disaster. I was tired of doing a massive spell or ritual and cursing the country itself. If so, I'm going to say no.
The two were even allowed through to the tired room.
(I didn't know you would go through this room by...)
A glance at the Ayanami sound and a tired breath of small breaths. I'm sorry that I was clumped up, but the room is decorated with lots of tired paintings. Even the naked painting of Ayane.
We'll be sitting right across from each other and introducing ourselves to each other. Hearing that Yamafu was that star charcoal darksai, Tired was surprised at the same time that he was convinced.
"I didn't expect to build such a splendid mansion in the back of the mountain. No. Does this also mean a symbol of Shizuno's great power?"
Dark Sai says with a loving smile.
It is a martial arts mansion built in a misplaced place called deep in the mountains, the home of wizards who work evil deeds. I don't think he bothered to call a carpenter from town to build it. Kurosai deduces that he probably let a demon who made it using artisan spirits, or manipulated the carpenter with his skill. Or that he could have transformed the craftsman into a monster alive.
"What is it that you are doing with star coal... what can I do for you?
Tired of asking in a quiet tone.
Kurosai was faced with tired looks, physical hips, attitudes and everything. It's a very unlikely politeness to be an evil sorcerer listening to rumors. Dark Sai imagined a rougher figure, but the opposite is true. As an interesting figure full of unexpectedness from what to what, I saw it in the eyes of Kurosai.
Apart from being passed through, the room is decorated with narrow Nanban paintings, some of which are naked from the daughter who just passed here.
"It's not a big deal, but actually, the country is in danger."
Dark Sai telling her with a smile on her face, but her eyes weren't laughing.
"It's also... above all..."
Tired of already guessing what Dark Sai's words indicated, he accidentally spilled a grin.
"And it is not caused by the magician."
"Disturbances in spiritual magnetic fields throughout the country, demonic treks, a host of heavenly mutations, all of which are the work of men and?
Tired of deliberately asking. I knew it was a job by someone. It is a threat, but never impossible, from a tired point of view, such as a great magician who brings about a natural mutation.
Tired also put in his own strength and skill, carry out rituals and do all kinds of prep around without having to do it. I can think of some means. But a great deal of effort and sacrifice will be paid for it, and I don't even want to destroy the world by doing so with my own hands. At least at the moment.
One of these days, if hatred recruits you and you can't get rid of your depression to the extent of the Tsukuba slaughter, you can't even say you won't execute it. But I'm tired now, and I don't have the energy to do that. Better than that, I'm temporarily killing people, offending my little girl, painting, and focusing on my quest as a magician. That is the full routine there of Shizuno Tired today.
"Do you know of an exotic monster called Transmissionary Boredom?
Hearing the words emanating from the mouth of Kurosai, Tired did his gaze at one of his paintings of Nanban. Kurosai looks at you, too. A painting of a black-blooded demon all over his body, growing two twisted horns, his mouth heavily torn, and he looked like a goat and a child in the company of men.
Kurosai is somewhat wary that there were the same paintings in this room. If you're connected to that man, I don't think I'd bother telling you to bring him in, etc.
"Devil - you better call me Demon..."
Tired said with his eyes dropped on the painting.
"There was a sorcerer in the land of this day's book who was trying to build the demon. It is a story heard more than the secret of the Jesuits. A red-haired wicked sorcerer is flowing into the land, trying to produce the monster into the land. Although the woman has been in opposition to the Jesuit people over the years, she seems to be having difficulty working in this country because of the fact that a ban on Chechnya has been issued in an attempt to defeat her."
"That woman made a demon, broke the country... you think you're weighing it?
"No, I'm not trying to make a demon myself, but it looks like I'm trying to teach a certain sorcerer in this country to make it by teaching him the art of propaganda stuffing manufacturing. It's a mystery why you're not trying to create your own propaganda stuffs, you're trying to get them to do it."
It's an interesting story. I had some knowledge of exotic techniques and demons, but never touched them. And bringing this story means that you can also get a chance to touch it. My desire for knowledge and research as an explorer artist hurts.
"Lady Oshiko, tea."
And Chiyo, with tea treats on his basin there, opened his legs and came into the room.
Tired again thinks we should still be the first to teach more politeness than surgery or anything else. The two of you in front of me seem to think you're not making a fool of yourself, and I can't help but be ashamed.