Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Right now, I'm dreaming.

I'm asleep, I'm in that dream. I know it's strange.

In nearly 18 years of living such an experience, Ars had done so several times.

Now I understand with all my heart that the present is its state.

Ars wears lightweight armor in the middle of a wide crossing, dressed like a 'knight' for once, but doesn't feel anything called weight on his body at all.

(But "this guy" really doesn't like wearing armor, so I can't help but pass it on)

With that feeling, Ars stands in his dreams.

The weather in my dreams was clear, and if I saw the surroundings, the wide crossing that came into view, if I went beyond both ends, was not a wall, but a lawn that led outside.

However, both hallways and lawns exist, as circled around Ars, but beyond them they are thickly covered in white misty things, unable to confirm the scenery.

(Will the dream end?)

When I was thinking about it, my body was walking out with "Ars" inside.

What is this?

Ars in his dreams, he felt like it was his body that walked out, but apparently it wasn't.

Regardless of the will, Ars looked at the landscape in his dreams, which began to change, with his feelings blurred, placing only his heart on his body as he walked forward.

(It's splendid and it's a long crossing)

Although traveling, the scenery remained the same as earlier.

I can only see the white fog and the foot for sure.

(I wonder if the same view will continue everywhere)

When Ars was thinking that, things changed in his dreams.

- My grandfather.

Little children's cries echo in their dreams.

My heart (Ars) in my dreams makes a loud noise of 'dokun' and quickens my legs.

Knock, knock, knock.

I can see the footsteps sounding even in my dreams and the speed going even faster.

(Oh, this guy you're in is so important to the crying child)

My breath only bounces a little.

(I know you're worried about crying, but I can't believe this is the only way up, is this guy - your old age?)

With that in mind, I suddenly saw a little child nodding in the crossing in my dreams vision.

What's the matter?

The person who is who he is in his dreams does speak up and call someone's name, but Ars cannot recognize that name.

The nagging child called by his name turns to 'Ars' and looks up.

(face, invisible)

Ars doesn't feel any wonder if he can't see the child's face because he knows it's in his dreams.

The child's hair is short and at first he is likely to mistake it for a boy, but if he often sees crying and tricks, he can tell he is a "girl".

The girl only had a clear view of her mouth, but it was badly distorted because she was crying, and she was able to do it after being wet with several muscles of tears on her cheeks.

"My grandfather. Without your grandfather, your mother would be annoyed."

The child was about to complain to Ars, his' grandfather '.

Ars in his dreams searches for a variety of comforting words, but he doesn't think of a good word, and it's not a situation he can say even if he does.

You're the only one who can help your mother.

The girl shook her head vigorously to the side as she called the girl's name and spoke the words, which was her 'grandfather', but let her face lie down.

And sure, you're supposed to be calling the girl's name, but Ars doesn't know.

"If I were on your mother's side, I'd make you feel bad.

Because your mother hates my face. "

That said, the moment the girl raised her face, Ars' vision was filled with blood.

The moment I understood that the blood burst out of the little girl's face, a bitter old man's voice echoed in Ars' head.

"Please, let this child and his loved ones' sad hearts go free from the land."

"- Ruth, Ars!

With his body shaking small, Ars woke up.

"Als, are you okay? He was roaring."

What appeared in the empty eyes was the face of a small colleague who also revealed slight anxiety in his usual strong beautiful green eyes.

("That kid" was smaller than Lily)

While the dream and reality were a little messy, Ars stared at Lily's young face with an empty sleeping eye (corn) that let the girl in the dream slap her.

Then Ha awakened Ars gets up.

Lily, who was in the shape of a peek into Ars, said, "There it is," buttocks in the carriage.

"Oh, Lily, I'm sorry"

Ars hurries to offer his hand and wakes up Lily with the buttcake.

(Did you fall asleep in the carriage?)

Ars remembers why he slept in the carriage.

We dropped off Stu and Ato at the Inn in Inn Town, and it was time for us to leave the line of "Agricultural Training," and we quickly completed our support.

As we all thanked the friendly innkeeper lady and smoothly boarded the carriage out of the Innkeeper Town, the road had become just a little "rocking path" as Grandor had said yesterday.

Not that it's a bad road, but the swing in the carriage was getting pretty intense, leaving the maneuver to Grandor and Louis.

Als was supposed to be in the tent of the carriage with the rabbit sage and Lily.

(So, definitely more drowsy than I thought the shaking vibration would be)

Even though I remember, it was Ars himself who couldn't help but wonder that he fell asleep.

"I'm surprised you fell asleep as if you were 'drawn in'."

To put those words to Ars is a rabbit sage eating Lily's 'raw ham and vegetable sandwich' made as a late breakfast.

Strange and Ars felt that the sandwich looked unusually delicious.

(always, shouldn't, even though I'm Lord Sage's escort knight)

"I'm sorry you're an escort knight"

Ars also matches his embarrassment and bows his head to the rabbit sage.

"- It would also be within the soldiers' work to rest their bodies well when they can rest.

Lily could see your sleeping face, Ars, and it sounds like she had fun, and hey.

However, thanks to Lily's watching, I was able to quickly realize that you were being roared into a bad dream. "

Slowly eating breakfast, Ars' boss, the rabbit sage, said things his men didn't care about.

"But I was surprised. If you think Arsu-kun went into the tent and sat down, if you think he fell to the side within a little while, the next thing you know, he's asleep."

Lily said in a heartfelt wonder and sat down a bit beside the wise man.

Ars seems to feel the same way when he says it's a heartfelt wonder, twisting his neck.

"I slept well yesterday, and I didn't mean to be that tired.

Is it because my stomach swelled and the carriage vibrated nicely?

Is it because of Ars' character to settle for an optimistic conclusion, and Lily, who has similar wavelengths?

"Oh, there might be that. If you get hungry, you're gonna want to sleep!

And I was responding well.

Only rabbit bosses seemed different, and threw questions at Ars.

"Ars, you seem to have been dreaming... Remember?

Sage told me casually, but something touches the harp line in Ars.

Although the beginning was abrupt, in "Stories with Streams" it did happen.

"It's a dream that I don't even know the context of-"

Ars talked to Lillie with the rabbit sage about what he had dreamed about.

I don't remember the details because it's about a dream, but I talked like Ars said he probably went into some knight's body and comforted the little girl.

"Was Ars roaring when he was comforting the 'girl' in his dreams?

Lily listens to the general story and says as she puts her thin finger against her little jaw.

"No, maybe that's"

So I remember Ars forgetting to utter it completely, even though it seemed most memorable.

In the dream, the memory of the girl's face stained with blood occupied Ars's head and bite her lips.

The wise man "picks up" the change in his expression as information and mouths the question.

"- Hmm, it was like the last one of my dreams that was roaring, but apparently it was also some kind of vibrant scene?

Sage says so, swallowing the last bite of the sandwich.

"Well, it feels a little bloody..."

Ars leans down, remembers in earnest and further distorts his expression.

"Your mother hates my face."

A crying, suing girl's voice snarls in Ars' head.

And the wise man asks the question again to Ars, who really compares the girls to the nearest generation of Lily.

"Did the girl look like Lily?

"No, I didn't see a face for anything similar.

I'm in a dream, so I don't have to wonder if I can't see my face.

But they're similar. If you say they're not alike, I don't think they're alike.

My hair was short, and I felt very weak, and I was crying. "

Becoming Ars, I remember the girl in my dreams so hard, but I still haven't seen her face in my dreams.

"Is that what I mean by strong, 'Brother?

Lily's face flashed and her boss complained.

"Damn, I won't tell you to get off topic.

That's how everyone thinks Lily is' strong 'because I'm gonna say it right away.

So, Mr. Ars, if you'd like to explain the scene of your 'bloody' dream?

Ars nods, remembering the last scene of his dream, and mouths with his thoughts.

"I think I felt it was bloody, maybe including the words the girl said. 'Your mother hates my face,' she said.

And then the girl's face was stained with blood, and Lily woke me up there. "

"How could a girl's face be stained with blood..."

When I hear the little girl's face stain with blood, I squeeze my skirt apron tightly so Lily can enjoy her gallbladder getting a little cold.

If the rabbit sage was dressed as a stuffed animal, I want to hug him, that's how it looked.

"Hmm, 'Mother hates her daughter's face' hey... That sure sounds fishy."

Sage, in one way or another, is more concerned with the words of the girl in her dreams than Ars.

"Ars, you have no idea the girl in your dreams, do you?.

Was it under the castle in the past, or was it a child in an orphanage church that was being looked after?

All the way through Ars' life, he picked up a place where he was likely to meet a "little girl," but Ars shook his head (wearing it) small.

"I don't know about your face, because quite the impact was a big dream.

But if I remember a similar little girl, I think I'd put myself out there and think, "I didn't get caught anywhere."

Seeing Ars perplexed,

"Then, in earnest, I said, 'How did you dream like this?' That feels like it."

Not that Lily comforts you, but she says a word that changes the way you look at the topic.

"Predictive dreams - it feels different again."

When a wise man says that, Ars laughs bitterly at this.

"I can't tease myself about magic and spirits like that."

When it came to swordsmanship, Ars was at the arm of No. 2 at the military school, alongside Grandor, wearing "Inked" by Arsen Padrick, a military man and instructor considered a "hero" of the country.

However, as for witchcraft and spirituality, there is no use at all, so Ars cannot even notice the spiritual flirting he feels about signs if he is a reasonable ordinary person, unless the surgeon gives him form and embodies it. If you put it bluntly, it means extremely "blunt."

"But it's not even the kind of dream you'd dream of without some sort of" trigger, "is it?

"A trigger? Ah!?

Now Ars raises his voice to the words Lily casually said.

"Lord Sage, yes. That doesn't feel like a" predictive dream ". I think I was being shown the past."

Please, let him go.

At the end of the dream, tell your boss and colleagues what Ars was saying to ask for the "old man" inside.

It also accompanied my dream view that maybe it was the 'memory' of an old man that I saw.

Listening to Ars, Sage gently turns his thoughts around in his head.

"" Let him go. "

In this case, I guess you want the girl who's crying to "let go."

"But I don't think I can accept what I'm asked to do in my dreams."

If Lily or the rabbit sage, you can be convinced that you've been given the magical means of communication to say so, but you are. "

"- No, except for predictive dreams, which don't really matter what I said about witchcraft or anything like that, and sometimes even the average person sees it, I'm researching it."

A wise man said fluffy fingertips, pointing at his narrow forehead.

"Really? Then how did I dream about it?

My boss's interest in "Dream Theory" makes my empty eyes shine with curiosity

Apparently, there is an unexpected connection to the 'magical' thing that I assumed I had no connection to (technically speaking, it's not), and I'm feeling high.

"Haha, curious Ars, you are unusual. Okay, easy.

When I was still human, when I was working in the field, I did a little research on "Dreams."

More than twenty years ago, all four heroes of peace in this country came from this world, became only young kings, and the world was wrapped in a slightly disturbing air, but no great strife had yet taken place, at that time.

It's that time of year that a rabbit sage looked into 'dreams' before becoming a sage.

Around that time, the wise man was neither a 'hero' nor a 'wise man', but a research-oriented 'man' young man who was a mentor to a certain person.

Although it is also the policy of the person who taught him, "Young Human Beings Who Become Rabbit Sages (hereinafter referred to as" Rabbit Young People ")", which mainly worked in the field, will visit villages to find out about medicines.

Then, Your Ladyships were having some fun talking about the wellside meeting.

The rabbit young man had come to find out about the medicine, so he smiled at the ladies and passed by, heading to the elder of the village for something.

When I finished talking about medicine with the elders, this is how the elders have spoken to the rabbit youth.

I hear you're familiar with a lot of things, but what about your dreams?

So the young rabbit becomes a kyoton.

The elder speaks even more to the young rabbit who is Kyoton.

"There would have been women chatting at the entrance to the village?. It's a dream story."

I hear there's been a recent incident in this village.

The case itself had already been solved, but it was a "dream" that became the thread for the resolution.

Here's what's in the case.

One day, one child, famous among the villages for his arms white and for being a kid general, went missing.

The child's parents, the villagers, were also greatly worried.

I searched a lot but ended up not finding it within the day, my parents had a sleepless night and the other villagers didn't sleep well either.

In the meantime, a villager dreamed.

As a child, the villager was still a well-known figure in his arms, as he was called the Kid Admiral.

In the dream the villagers used to adventure in the woods where they used to play.

When the villager was a child, the grown-ups around him told him not to go in the woods, where traps and pitfalls to catch wild beasts covered.

But by the time this villager had grown up, there were fewer beasts in the place, and even without saying, "Don't go!", the children had stopped going.

The villagers went where everyone in the village had forgotten, though in their dreams.

Moving on with the grass drawn apart, he fell dorsally into the hole being dug at his feet.

"In front of the villagers who fell into the hole in their dreams were missing children who were dying in the hole. So I jumped up."

The village chief strictly told the rabbit young man so.

"- Oh, my God, was the child dead?

Listening that far to the rabbit sage, Lily unwittingly pinches her mouth, while pulling and gripping the hem of Ars' clothes.

Quite, frightened.

"I didn't mean to scare you anything else."

Seeing Lily, more frightened than you can imagine, a rabbit sage laughs with his mouth edge "up".

"The way we talk now was almost suspicious, Lord Sage."

Ars smiled bitterly and gently slapped his little colleague on the head with a pomp to calm him down.

"I'm not so scared. Anyway, nobody was actually" dead ". Well, when I heard about it, I thought a missing child was dead, too."

"Huh?"

"Nobody's dead, are you, Lord Sage?

Neither did the two men willingly raise their voices of surprise, and the rabbit sage continued the conversation.

When the villagers woke up with ominous dreams, they rushed into the elders' house and told them what their dreams were about, even in the early morning when the sun would not rise.

Fortunately, the elders were awake and had already worked out plans for today's exploration of children.

I'm surprised, but I listen to the villagers who have run in calmly.

It's just a dream story, so I forgive the villagers who didn't make that much noise and still panic about the content of their dreams, and for now I put the simple rescue tools in charge of that villager, and the two of us headed to the place.

Since the villagers are memories in their dreams, they can remember where the child was "dead," but the village chief did have memories and a "record" of the "trap".

In setting a trap in the village, he was obliged to report it, and the elders listened and realized where the villagers had dreamed of.

"Surprisingly, there are children in that trap hole.

She had a rash, but the injury was about a scratch that she had made when she was falling into the hole, and fortunately, she didn't have to worry about her life.

So, to be honest, I was also surprised when I heard about the villagers and thought the child was "dead".

Nonetheless, he returned to the village, helping the child with a villager who had complained to him.

When I tell you how I helped you, it's still about nature and dreams.

So, I'd like to ask you two.

How could a villager who isn't even a family have dreamed of that child?.

And then in my dreams, that kid is dead, but in reality, he was helped in the best way? "

And the rabbit young man was asked by the elders.

"I'm sorry, but I've never looked into dreams, so can I do a survey on this village?"

When the rabbit young man who was interested in "dreams" replied so, the elder raised his eyebrows as if surprised and promised to "increase the amount of medicine to be divided into this village".

Quickly the rabbit young man bought about 50 brief "dreams" stories from the villagers and caged them in his own lab, the cabin.

I couldn't hear the story because the main character of this one, the "child who has lost his white arm", is still at rest.

I will pick up on the literature I inherited from someone who is my master, and on "dreams" from history books.

Then there were a few things that connected the "content of the dream" to "what happened in reality".

The first thing I found out was that "death" dreams are often "a precursor to good luck".

If most people had dreams of "themselves dying" or "someone dying" in their dreams, most of them "people dying in their dreams were moving in the right direction from what in reality".

There is an easy example of this.

For many years, there were people who challenged the country's difficult exams but were unable to pass the exams in the middle.

One year, after taking the exam with considerable response, I dream of myself being executed and dying.

- No matter how well I handled it, I dreamed it was terribly bad luck, this time I must have failed the exam.

And the person I dreamed of was terribly depressed, but the exam had passed brilliantly.

He thought it was falling, so he doubled his joy.

In this way, it was the first conclusion made by the rabbit young man that he was depressed by the dream of "death", but probably ended up worried and things were often better.

"A lost boy is dying in his dreams" = "Luck to the extent of a scratch in reality"

Now the elder convinces me and once the rabbit young man puts on a "keri" and thinks about the next "problem".

"How could that villager, who is not a parent or a child and has no blood connection, dream of a child?"

This was difficult for young rabbits.

In any case, there was no material that was likely to be material.

(Different types of "predictive dreams")

The young rabbit keeps thinking as he does the ill-advised thing of scratching his head at the tip of a feather pen.

(If it's a predictive dream, it can't be called a predictive dream unless the events in the dream are linked to real events. And watching predictive dreams is probably people with those 'powers')

I also looked into predictive dreams through the materials and history books I gave away from my master, but it is still assumed that only rarely did all the people who are good at witchcraft and spirituality manage to be given "predictive dreams" with "God's grace".

(I also have a lot of pride in being quite good at magic and spirits.

But I'm an atheist and I don't know what God's grace is ~)

The rabbit young man looked again at the villagers who had dreamed of this "dream" for now and at the materials of the children who had been helped.

And I noticed one thing in common.

The villager I dreamed of was "very white as a child", and this time the missing child was "very white".

I'll have to make sure.

The rabbit young man headed to the village the next morning first thing.

Fortunately, the villagers who dreamed, just before going out to work in the fields, the rabbit youth couldn't help but get in.

When the villagers also see the young rabbit, they greet him with ease.

"Hey, what's going on?. Do you have any idea why I dreamed?"

When a rabbit young man asked a question, the villagers often closed their eyes to recall, affirming the idea.

"Oh yes, in my dreams I did return to being a 'child'"

So the young rabbit makes the hypothesis that 'what the wavelengths fit, whether without witchcraft talent, is easy to dream the same or to meet in dreams'.

I stepped in a little more and talked to the villagers who found themselves lost in their dreams.

Before the villagers fell asleep,

(Speaking of which, you were as white as a lost child...)

And, while worried about lost children, he sleeps thinking of his past arm-white self, saying that in his dreams he was back to being an 'arm-white child' back then.

"Eh, does that mean it's easy to have 'the same dream' if the type is similar?

Oh, but if there's someone else in the same dream, does that mean they're sharing dreams?

Hearing about the rabbit sage, when Ars used the term "dream sharing," the rabbit sage lightly denied both his hypothesis and his men's analogy.

"I was listening to the villagers and I thought," Hi, I feel 'position' in my dreams third party.

Well, in my dreams, it doesn't make a difference that things are so vague. "

"Dai-san sha...?

Lily seems to have difficulty with words, frowning and tying her mouth.

"If Lily was in a dream, wouldn't the protagonist be largely herself?

As Ars said, Lily nodded cocklessly.

"Well, I do all sorts of things in The Protagonist."

"Yes, in my dreams, Lily is at the centre, doing all sorts of things, right?

In that dream, strangers come out as characters.

The "stranger" becomes a "third party".

You use the word "third party" to mean someone other than Lily, the protagonist of the dream. "

Listening to Ars' explanation of the "third party," Lily, disobedient (soldering), has a very strange face.

Then, I raised my voice like I was ha-ha surprised.

"So the villager you dreamed about didn't say" I dreamed "but" disturbed someone's dream "?

The rabbit sage affirms Lily's words as he cracks his nose.

"Yeah, I guess so.

However, I concluded that the case was more "invited and attracted" than "disturbed."

Then turn to Ars.

"I can talk to a lost child later.

The lost child fell into a hole, it was late at night knowing that he could not escape on his own, and he cried with care, but he fell asleep when he was surrounded by darkness. Unexpectedly, he said, "I haven't dreamed."

However, I always had a strong feeling that Lost was "help".

That feeling reached villagers with similar wavelengths. Or the villagers were drawn, I thought. "

To the words of the rabbit sage, Ars is still half-hearted and mouths the question.

"Well, does magic really matter?. As a matter of fact, did both of them have witchcraft skills?

With his long ears bent, the rabbit sage wonders how he explained it to Ars and how he can tell if "magical qualities" and "dreams" are different genres.

"No, really. The magic literature wasn't at all for the villagers or the children. Right, is it easy to understand when I say this?

Feeling like I said I had come up with something good, the rabbit sage started talking about an analogy.

"What would you and Lily do in a crowded city, dressed exactly like you, and if someone looked like you?

"I wonder if I'm from the same army. But when it comes to resembling yourself..."

"I'm a bit of an eye chaser."

Ars and Lily laughed nicely as the answers seemed to be within the scope of the rabbit sage's thoughts and satisfactory.

"Yes, at least we both had 'interest'." That, what does that person look like to you? ". Well, what if this happened in the world of dreams?

A world of dreams with unlimited restraint of feelings.

Actions that are not possible in real life may also be easily taken in dreams.

It's as easy as following someone who looks just like you.

"Or it's no wonder they found a 'person' who looks just like them and came after this one." The World of Dreams. "

"But in my dreams, I was treated like my grandfather, right?

Als, still a teenager, grinned bitterly and asked the rabbit sage what would not fall in his heart. The rabbit sage snorted at it.

"Yeah. So this theory of the eagle may sound like a crush in a way, but as an analogy to" interest, "the eagle appeared," appearance, "right?

What if the object of interest is not the appearance, but the "inside" object?

I got lost, fell accidentally into a dark hole, fell asleep to greed, but I don't have the strength to dream or remember.

In a world of unconscious dreams, you're nothing like yourself.

(There's something similar to me)

Help me, I want you to do something about it, because that feeling remains fundamental, and I was willing to grab the straw, and I "pulled" something of it into my dreams.

If it's "something," I can "superimpose" my feelings with myself, "I can tell".

(Please, pass it on)

"In the end, I put a piece as a" message in the world of dreams "when it comes to the matter of lost.

The elders and the villagers were convinced by that, apparently.

I had a bad dream, Mon. If there was any magic in the village, it would have been good to report it. "

Unequal societies where witchcraft can and cannot be used are beginning to be seen as quite problematic in this country.

In the small village, the hypothesis that "even ordinary people experience strange experiences in their dreams", made by rabbit youths, was a thankful object, because it was more heretical to have witchcraft qualities and could produce jealousy and jealousy.

And the villagers rejoiced in the story that "death in dreams is a sign of auspiciousness," and the investigation into dreams was first completed in the village.

"Well, based on that finding, what's your dream story this time, Ars?"

"You feel the same way about a lost villager."

"I wondered what I was, the old man in my dreams and the near inside, but I'm not really pinned"

Lily gave a worrying look to the answer Ars gave at the end of his thought, and the rabbit sage moved his little nose pimply.

"I can't imagine how old your grandfather and Ars are and how I can connect."

I want to help, but Lily seems a little sorry for what she can't do.

"There's no rush. Blah, blah. Dreams are" dreams. "

It's just that the words and thoughts you say in your dreams often come in handy after something, so make a note of it. "

Sage rabbits don't even have fine dust to worry about. In those words, Ars blinks his eyes.

"Maybe Lord Sage has already been interpreted to mean a message from his dreams?

The rabbit's sage half-eyed his circular eyes and shook his neck to the side.

"Mr. Ars, that dream is only" Mr. Ars's dream ".

It's not something that I really understand, and I shouldn't give you extra preconceptions with my interpretation.

When I was in the village, the elders asked me to do it, so I made a hypothesis that I would pay it round.

Again, I'm not in a hurry. "

When the rabbit sage said so, the tent at the entrance of the carriage opened and the light plugged in.

We're going into Robrow's territory.

Active Louis' voice echoed in the tent.