Ring Ring

By no means did Shiori go out from the shadow of the alley to the boulevard where the people would go. On the soles of the feet wrapped in boots, a stiff feeling of cobblestone is conveyed.

Shiori's current outfit may float a little in this city, but it wasn't particularly bizarre. I don't know why I tripped, but I'm glad the timing wasn't pre-bedtime or alive. Walking around this world in a suit or a pyjama is obviously odd.

I walk down the street nervously. A variety of shops and stalls line the left and right, and there are many people's streets. The inhabitants were full of life and the city was bright and busy.

(You're not getting any particular attention, are you?

Some of the wrong people have been watching the poetry weave thing, but they immediately turn away and pass by without further reactions. They don't stand out bad enough to worry.

Phew stroked his chest down, and Shiori stared forward again.

(Beautiful castle...)

A short distance from here, you can see the beautiful White Asian castle. It's not a distance you can't walk from where you are right now.

As he advanced his foot towards the castle, Shiori thought. Three years ago, a crust who was tripping over to Japan said he was a 'knight serving the king' about himself.

(If that castle is the king's castle, the knight serving that king... the crust must be there too, right?

I'm not sure, but at least it's better than wandering around the city like this, and Shiori decided to head to the castle.

As I walk alone, I remember the words of this country with bumps and small grunts. I had been taught a lot of words and rhetoric by the crust, but unfortunately the ability to learn poetry weave was average and I couldn't remember it just once I heard it like a crust.

But for that matter, he wrote it down in his notebook and reviewed it. Even after Crust returned to his world, it continued.

(I guess I was hoping somewhere in my mind that Crust would come back again)

Poetry Weave thought so herself as she felt a tiny pain in her chest, like a small prick stabbed her.

I wanted to speak to my returning crust in the language of his country and please him.

But the crust never came to Japan again.

But I also take that for granted.

(For a tiny reason like seeing me again, you can't possibly risk being a different world trip)

Falling into his own words, Poetry Weave fell on his shoulders. And I think again.

I thought you liked my crust.

I rather live under one roof with the opposite sex, and it's weirder not to be aware. Besides, the other person is so beautifully shaped that the word handsome seems stale, and a perfect person with a manly and gentle personality. The Japanese man was shy and could hardly do the ladyfirst thing, but he was too shy.

There's no way a man like this is close to me and not in love.

Shiori, who was neglected by love, was also manipulated by his charm.

Even now, when I think I might see Crust again, my chest hits me on its own.

But now romantic emotions have to stay in the back of my mind for now.

I'm having an unrealistic experience of being a different world trip. Love is love. I don't have time to say it. Is there any way I can go back to Japan as to how I will live in this world from now on? There's a lot more to think about.

There is no guarantee that you will get help even if you can see Crust. I might be annoyed, and I need to make sure I don't have too many expectations.

Sealing the maiden within herself, Shiori gradually proceeded to the castle.

I don't know because I don't have a clock, but I would have walked at least two hours. Where my legs were starting to hurt, Shiori finally arrived at his destination.

I see a beautiful castle behind the vast grounds. Delicate but powerful and graceful. I had the illusion that I had gotten lost in the fairy tale.

(No, you're actually right. I don't care if you get lost in a fairy tale)

If it's a dream, I want you to remember. I sincerely thought so.

Proceeding to a large gate, thought to be the front entrance, two guards stood there with spear-like weapons. I can also see one man in the small stuffing next door. Are they knights too?

(What I'm wearing resembles the uniform that Crust wore... but subtly I wonder if the design is different. But the chest crest is the same.)

After observing the gatekeepers all the way through, Shiori bravely approached them. I speak quietly to one of the people standing by the gate, hissing that the bladed spear could not easily be pointed at this way.

"Um, excuse me"

……

I accidentally spoke to him in Japanese, and he looked surprised. I feel the spear moved a little and the cold sweat flows.

I have to speak in the language of this country. I just did a little review. Though I think so, my head was white from nervousness and my words were flying away.

"Um, um..." the gatekeeper speaks more to the poetic weave that is all over him.

"Are you an exotic?

The voice seeped a little vigilance.

but the gatekeeper's voice was also softer next, especially after seeing how poetic weaving seemed to be behind it. The spear doesn't move either.

"Are you lost?

He seems to be about five years younger and wrong about Shiori's age. The language was casual, at least not against adult ladies. She only had enough makeup to paint her eyebrows, so maybe she looked young.

"Lost, no"

Shiori shakes his head and denies it. Though in a way it is a great stray.

"Question, okay?

"What's up?

Put your breath down and ask straight in.

"You, Crust, you know what? Crust Aufeld."

I might not know the name alone, so I'll give you a full name. But even if it was the same knight, those numbers shouldn't fit for a hundred or two. It is unlikely that this gatekeeper will know the crust.

Although I was prepared to ask the question "I don't know", thankfully it came off brilliantly. When he heard the name of the crust, the gatekeeper raised a pickle and a frown.

"Crust Orpheus? Of course I do."

"Really!?

The look on Shiori's face is painfully gorgeous. I had no idea you'd meet someone who knew Crust so well.

"Me, Crust, I want to see you. Please."

But when Shiori asked him to do so in an excited mood, the gatekeeper's expression suddenly became steep. "Huh," he sighs, lightly embellished.

"No. Mr. Crust is busy. I don't have time to deal with you."

The poetry weave desperately processes the words said in the brain. "Crust" was turned down as "busy" to "no". But what does it mean to be a plural called "you guys"? Are there other people of my own who have come to see Crust?

"Me, Crust, I know you,"

"You can't lie like that. By and large, if you really know each other, you just need to attach your word properly."

"Shh, no. Me --"

"Come on, I'm home already. I'm home. Mr. Crust won't see you."

He was quickly driven away, and Shiori reluctantly gave up. I'm not going to let Crust see me, and the spear is frightening.

If you know about him, I wish you'd called me a little. That's what I thought, and I realize to wait.

(Could Crust be someone in a pretty great position? So you can't call me easy, and I can't even let you see me?

But he is still young. I should have only been two years older than Shiori. I don't think he's in such a position of power among the knights.

(But there are young presidents and such in Japan.... is that different from this? Hmm, I'm not sure)

Shiori twisted his head away from the castle. Now that we know it's going to be difficult to rely on the crust, we decided to head back to the city to find a place to stay this evening. If I was grumbling, the sun would be down in no time.