Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

"Look at this."

I finished my dinner and showed my three companions in the junction box surrounding the fire.

"Hey, I've never seen this demon stone in such a dark color."

"It's been dark pink or something since Alistair left it."

Everyone says that as surprised.

"When I gave it to Alistair today, it was barely coloured."

I was so crushed remembering that time.

"Even when Alistair fell, it was about whether the color faintly darkened."

The companions silenced, and eventually the mill,

"No way, that little one did it"

I said.

"I can only assume so."

"But that means that you manipulated the junction box by yourself."

"Oh."

'Cause I thought you showed me that little one with the junction box.

"Look, from now on, you mean we got not only Alistair, but the other one, the one who's free to use magic. What luck!

Mill said brightly. Stupid, this guy. Mill has dark tea eyes on her light tea hair, a blurry appearance of middle meat, but the contents are also a little blurry. But I have a good personality, and I actually have a hunting arm.

But on this line, the other two were also looking at the mill like it was open.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Look, I don't really want Alistair's powers to be used either. I'm only 10 years old. I'm just letting him fill his magic as a means of making close money because he doesn't like to rely on people in person. Well, the little one's still red. You want me to work for him?"

"But no."

"But it's not!

The mill is swollen. This guy really is.

"You know, why are the two little ones down right now?"

"Well, too much magic, ah"

Did you finally get it? I know, but I get frustrated with Mill's thoughtless remarks and actions sometimes.

We're childhood friendly. We were all poor houses, but each became a hunter apprentice and was used at various hunter's parties. At the age of 15, the four of us were finally going to have a party.

From then on, it became a fairly well-known party in a breathtaking hunt. I breathed too much, and I said, "Why don't you go home to your people?" What a thing to say, so much so that a girl can shake me. Hmm. No, that's good now.

"We're good hunters, aren't we? You're living on your own, so you decided to raise about one orphan, and you're walking Alistair, right? And yet at some point, you were sweet on Alistair, us."

"There's only four of us. It's hard to watch the night. Did you happen to get an old junction box with Alistair to show us?"

It was Caro who answered me that way. Caro has a long stretch of light tea hair similar to Mill's. He looks a little cuter than a woman, but that seems to be the complex in conjunction with being lower, with green eyes and that face hidden in his forehead. Even though it doesn't make sense to do that.

No, don't be ridiculous.

"It won't do Alistair any good if we don't train him to hunt without a bond. You could be jealous just because you have a junction box that you can use."

Another buddy Clyde nods at that Caro's words. This guy has dark brown eyes on his dark hair, and if he does, he's big. And the mouth count is low.

"Well, my town is protected by the junction, so I won't tell Alistair or anything, but it's not like any other town."

That's what Mill said as he looked at Alistair's sleeping tent.

Yes. Our Trent Force is located on the opposite side across the Walsor Mountains to the west of Wang Du. And because the Walsor Mountains are steep, it's a lucky city that you can't come and go with Kingdoms, and yet it's good to be at the edge of Kingdoms junction. Besides, there's a Rhodalite mine nearby.

In other words, if you refer to the kingdom within the contiguity as Kingdoms, the town of Trentforth may be part of Kingdoms. But you can't help but not recognize that Kingdoms of the day is your own country.

Then you may wonder how prosperous it is, but not so far. Because food and convenience all come from Kingdoms. And yet our town, beyond the mountains. It takes three weeks to slowly run the lag dragon to the border with Kingdoms, and if you have to pass along mountain ranges where there are many Fallens out, prices will be higher.

However, like towns along the border, crimes involving magic are rarely committed. Because if you take it, how are you going to take it to another town?

It was Alistair and her mother Nora who came to such a town to flee. I wish I could hire an escort, but I don't have that kind of money. The junction box they had sneaked would have sold high, but at the border, if they sold poorly, they would be caught in the crime.

They managed to get on two lag dragons and spent over a month from the border in one junction box to Trent Force. It was on Alistair's side that we helped him get exhausted in front of town.

He was a quiet man with brown hair, brown eyes, and no noticeable spot, but he's the kind of person who comes on a decisive journey with one small child. Someone a few years older than us, and, yes, the kind that makes you think it doesn't matter what the difference between years is, no, it's not. He's got a strong core, he's got a job in his hand, and his racing arm is welcome in Trent Force.

But he delayed activation of the junction along the way, and was about to be attacked by a False Clan once. That's when Nora got weak once. Because of that, he left Alistair behind and passed away first. But the remaining Alistair is a strong one, a strong one, who makes you think he would have survived whatever we did without helping. Because we all know there's still a limit to what we can do when we're 10.

"Alistair will know more about the meaning of the color of his eyes than we do. Still ready for this. Alistair's children are ours, too. That's all right."

"Oh."

"That's fine."

Caro and Clyde nodded at my words. Mill replied a little late. I'm thinking something. Stop it, what you're thinking is no big deal anyway.

"Hey, Bart."

See?

"We're taking the baby and raising it, aren't we? Maybe the daughters in town are gonna tell you what to do?

"Is that why, at all, you, hey, Caro, Clyde, hey?

Why are you twitching and fixing your hair? This isn't a town. Not at all.

Outside the invisible junction, the Fallen roam. In a land of unsweetened borders, it makes me crazy that maybe we're in a situation like this because we're such dumb people. Toddlers, sleep now anyway. Starting tomorrow, we have a tough life ahead of us.

"Could be."

It's ruined, Mill.