As he walked out of town and down the street, Tired and Ayane encountered his daughter in black earlier.
"It was late."
The girl smiles as she exposes her face from the hood and turns her crimson eyes to tiredness.
"I have a lot to ask you... but what shall I ask you from..."
Ayane was in shape with Chiyo on his back, but tired faces the girl in a completely alert manner.
"For what purpose did you first tell the right guard the secret of demonic creation...?
"I wonder if you're curious. Though it was also to touch the art of this country. I taught Mr. Right Guard because it's only the basics of daemon building. Hey. Most of them seemed to be built with improved techniques to their own flow, and that's what I was after, too. If you just taught the basics, you could see what kind of technique to use in the application. In the case of Mr. Right Guard, efficiency was an inefficient way to draw and seal the soul in the painting, but for that matter, I think the quality was good."
I couldn't feel a lie in the girl's words. It is a roundabout way, but it is also not clear that the exchange that I teach the technique first, as consideration for touching the exotic technique. It's the same thing I taught him about witchcraft because I'm tired of learning more about painting than right guard works. But...
"That won't be all......?
Tired of asking profound questions. I was sure they would tell me what I was trying to say.
"The residual incense of an intense soul that I feel for you belongs to someone I know well. However, you are not the rebirth of that person"
"Um, yeah. I suspected the same thing when I first saw you. My master says, am I born in this country or does one of my parents seem to be from this country? So I came to this country for a reason, but by chance I found out that the circle of masters had reached this land. I mean..."
The girl's smile changed slightly. To a nostalgic, somewhere lonely, frivolous grin.
"I felt from your soul the smell of the man I was looking for"
"Me too..."
I knew how the girl felt so painfully when I was tired. Naturally. She is just like herself. Love those with the same soul, wandering for a long time, searching.
"I thought we finally made it around, but apparently not. But I guess it didn't mean it was totally hazy. Yeah, it's a big harvest."
"Something called edge does exist. And it's... it's not a coincidence or anything. The guidance of destiny, indeed… exists…"
"What are we gonna do? Want to put your hands together and look together?
"I refuse to do that"
Tired answered the girl's offer instantly.
"It belongs to those who found it first and became close... wouldn't it be nice"
"Oh my God? Why don't you split up and look for it and treat it like a shared property?
"It's not a thing. It's just people."
"Because you're a person, you can't handle it that way either."
If you get tired of it, I want to find your head's afterlife first and monopolize it. Even if they do that to me, I think I should take it away from them.
This girl is like a competitor to herself. I don't feel the need to get used to each other. The girl seems to have the exact opposite idea, but Tired wasn't even going to accept it.
"Oh, I forgot to name it. I'm Shem Haza. Who wants to solve the mystery of the world... but let me tell you something. Though I'm a true seeker."
"Is it the fallen angel in the book of Chechnya...? Though he gave man... much knowledge and guided him through sorcery... he was bound to the daughter of man and sentenced to a reverse hanging sentence..."
"Mm-hmm. Knowledge."
"You were interested in exotic books... with quite a few purchases. But the angel was distracted by a human woman, so he's a man, isn't he? There's a theory that angels don't have a gender... or that they become the opposite sex by the person they protect."
"It's not the name I gave you, and even though you're a woman, this name is a little strange, but hey. But some of them are similar, so maybe they started calling me by that name. Well, the name changes from time to time, and sometimes I get tired of it and make it another name."
The grin of a red-eyed girl named Shemhaza turns into something bittersweet.
"My name is Shizuno Rei. This is my daughter."
"My name is Aya Shizuno"
Ayane draping her head deep with Chiyo on her back.
"One more thing I want to ask...... I heard you were being chased by the Jesuits, but how?
This question was a simple curiosity. Honestly, I can largely guess why they're hostile. It's simply a light-hearted question.
"Irrationally, trying to know the mystery of the world itself is made into a treatment of sin, isn't it? In the land I was in the other day. Come on..."
"Here, Shem Haza! I finally found it ~. I won't let you get away with it anymore -!
As Shemhaza speaks, a voice extends from afar. When I look, a red-haired woman in a gray kimono is swelling her cheeks and running over here.
"Catch him, interrogate him heretically, pepper him, try the witch, pepper him again."
"That's it, Sister. Perseverance. I'm gonna run away because it sucks a little bit. See you later."
A shemhaza that smiles and waves gently and escapes the scene.
As Sister following it tried to pass beside Tide, Tide let Sister hook her own foot and fall.
"Are you one of them? You will also be interrogated for heresy."
Sister gets up and turns her angry gaze to exhaustion to the extent that she scolds the prankster.
"Are you the Sister...... From the Star Charcoal Dark Sai Temple...... I'm listening. I'm Shizuno Rei, this is my daughter Ayano."
I'm tired of trying to stop you even further in order to thank you for interrupting me in the middle of the conversation.
"Oh, I'm worried, I'm here too, but what happened to the battle with Shizuno Rightmen? Mr. Kurosai, what happened to the other one? The fact that you can't see him means no way..."
"The Dark Sai Temple has been wounded, but not taken care of... The Right Guard... has succeeded"
"Really? What can we do for you, Solly?"
Hear tired words and bow your head deeply, Sister.
"Whatever it is that hooked your leg with -"
"Did you remember..."
He was a sister to ask again with angry eyes, but tired groaned with a sleazy face.