Little children must be hungry.
With that voice in his back, Wilfred pounded the stone bread.
Seeing it, Panilla (Rene) had drank down the twigs that gushed in her mouth many times.
"I thought I was the most unhappy person in the world until just now. But when I heard about Panilla, something..."
"Did you think I wasn't the only one?
"No, I'm not..."
He drops his gaze on the bread that has made him look miserable, and Wilfred tells him to whine.
"I got scared.... I think 'I'm unhappy' is something so... I feel like I'm doing something horrible... that I don't want to be a 'grudger'"
He heard Panilla (Rene) and realized he was scared.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not saying I'm sorry about Panilla."
"Well, that's good."
Rather a compliment.
Because she's scared and she's a Demon King girl in Nambo.
"Don't you resent me?
"... I resent you. I've never been so angry before in my life.
All those Noakurio soldiers, all the lords who tried... wanted to cut him with my sword, I thought. "
Wilfred's fingers stuck in the strong bread.
Angry emotions are smoking in his heart.
"But something... I could just imagine myself killing all those obnoxious people and having a bloody, dirty sword. Then I got scared of myself like that"
People instinctively hesitate to attack their fellow countrymen.
On the contrary, they even seem to feel psychological resistance to attacks on human-shaped demons.
Not everyone can kill people plainly.
Not everyone has enough resentment to transcend their instincts.
Wilfred threw the rest of the bread into his mouth, looking up at the sky for a while as he chewed it.
"'You must not wave your sword for revenge or anything else. A sword is only there to protect people,' I'm sure a master would say."
"Master?"
"Oh, uh, someone who just thinks I'm the master on my own. Unlike a swordsman, you mean a master of heart...
I broke up with him without even knowing his name, but he's an amazing man who fought demons for his life to protect us. I don't even know if he's alive now...... No, if he's as strong as his master, he must be alive.
I'd love to see you again someday. So... I'll be as strong as I can be by then, and I'll have you working with me. I'll definitely take one and make you roar!
Wilfred, who was derailing the story and burning on his own, noticed the girls gaze and scratched their heads as they blushed.
"Ever... bad, it was irrelevant"
- You're a swordsman.
Panilla (Rene) says no in her heart.
Probably a spoof root protagonist type idiot who will be endlessly stronger if he has a rival or something ready.
"Me too...... I get it. I'm afraid of resentment."
Eunice opens her mouth as she listened to Wilfred.
"Me too, I thought the bandits who destroyed the village hated it. All the time, full of hate...
But one day, I looked in the mirror... and I thought there was a demon. Even though it's my face, it looks like something else...
Even now I cannot forgive those bandits. But for that, I stopped filling my heart with hate. First, something I can't help where I hated it. "
Quiet, Eunice said, to make the story read and heard.
Her heartache tended to tickle and Panilla (Rene) knew to take it. It's even hard to remember and even harder to resent. It's just hard and it's nothing. Yes, Eunice thought so.
"Someone has to be angry at me for being unreasonable. But you can't be happy when you're angry."
Second, a warm voice crossed the back of his brain, and Panilla (Rene) felt her chest tightened.
Drink a grudge like no sunshine and sink into the depths of your chest, seeking a serene raw heart.
I'm sure some people will be happy with that.
Rene... how did it go? What is certain is that we no longer have to rush through a avenging path full of blood and rot. We still don't know what's ahead of us. But if you stop, only the worst is waiting.
Everything is too different from Wilfred or Eunice.
- Not if it's a centimeter. I have to do what I have to do.
"That's right. Shall I divine it for you? You might know what to do now."
"Panilla, is that it again?
Panilla (Rene) comes up with a little bit of a tea show.
The truth is, I looked at the fold and said, 'An adult I don't know told me to deliver it to Wilfred,' and I was going to give him the letter.
"Divination?"
To his surprise, Wilfred, Panilla (Rene) pokes a set of fortune cards out of his pocket.
It's what Panilla picked up in the city. It was Panilla's myboom to go around using this to fortune no matter who he was.
Panilla (Rene), spreading her card over a raised barrel, shuffled it into bundles again and then gave it to Wilfred.
"Yes, cut this. You know how to cut a card?
"You don't have to believe me. It's not a fortune teller."
"It's not true. Sometimes it takes 100 years to get it right."
Panilla (René) repeated herself to Eunice, who was in a good mood.
I don't know if the divination of the earth was really the right thing now, but divination can't even be foolish in this world where magic exists.
Well, as Eunice says, it's true that it's not credible.
- [Clairvoyant (see-through)].
There's nothing wrong with a match pump.
Panilla (Rene) takes a quick magic peek at the cards that remain flipped and mixes them, arranging them exactly what she wants.
And it turned from one end to the other.
"... I'm so lucky with my money. He said he had an unexpected extraordinary income."
"Ha..."
"Duh, where do you say the money comes from?
"I don't know that far. I thought it might involve an unexpected encounter with someone because I chained (linked) to the waiting section. All of a sudden, weird rich people give me money or something."
"I want money too, if that really happens..."
Eunice held her head to the absurd proclamation.
"And maybe we should go west because there are auspicious signs to the west. The rest of us are wiped out."
"To the west... are you from Wangdu? If you go, they'll kill you!
"Look, that's why you can't hit me like this. Panilla, be that as well. I'm gonna get you in trouble."
"Yes."
Panilla (Rene) lost her card in a way that Eunice would flatter her.
The point is, I'm just gonna push your back a little bit, so this is what the Volcano would do.
"Who...?
It was not until after sundown that a mysterious figure came to Wilfred's mother, Humena's hospital room.
A shadow that didn't even make the noise of opening and closing the door, and that stumbled into the corner of the room at some point.
A suspicious figure, dressed like a desert people, hiding everything but his eyes. He's bigger than Wilfred once.
"You... aren't a cleric, are you?"
Wilfred, who stays together, stands up to protect Humena, who is physically awake in her bed.
Towards Wilfred like that, the mysterious figure put up one finger.
"Quiet. I'm the one who took care of your father."
Adult altvoices with a slightly husky and calm atmosphere, betraying the appearance of a girl or boy.
The mysterious figure who hid his whole body is apparently feminine.
"Father, what..."
"To Yuin?
"Give me this first. I used to borrow it from your father."
The mysterious woman handed Wilfred one of her old leather bags so he could push it.
As Wilfred glanced inside in surprise, a gleam of gold dazzled like the sun pierced Wilfred's eyes.
It's gold.
That, too, is enough to make the leather bag heavier.
"This is such a lot of money!?
That's a lot of money I've never seen before.
When Werewolf and Wilfred gives Humena the leather bag, she's out of line, too. I glanced anxiously wondering if I could really get something like this, but the mysterious woman didn't even seem to care.
"Come on. Being in this city is not for the both of you.
...... We have arranged an exit route to Gilleshhattar. Even if Noaculio looks at you, you won't be harmed if you escape into a federation that is currently in conflict over Ciel-Teira. "
"Come, come... now?
"Yeah. Let's multiply it by the shade of night and get out. Or is there something in this city that you really want to take or leave behind?
To the words of the mysterious woman, the two face to face.
I couldn't leave anything at home that I wanted to take with me, and I guess I brought it into the hospital room.
If there is anything else to worry about, it is Yuin's condolences, but the temple chief of this city is a man of reason. He hospitalized Humena to hide regardless of public reputation and kept Wilfred in an orphanage under the Temple umbrella. Leave it to the temple chief, and he will do well to mourn Yuin until he welcomes him around the circle.
I don't care about the remains or the ashes. Some sects attach importance to the handling of bodies, but the family's faith is standard. It was the circling soul that mattered, and the flesh, after the mourning had been done, was finished returning to the earth with gratitude to God.
"It's okay.
But...... how can you do this to me?
"As I said earlier. I took care of your father."
Even against the suspicious Humena, the mysterious woman is one of them.
Humena looked wondering if I could believe this woman.
But Wilfred wasn't.
"Mother... I'm fine. It's all hit."
"You're hitting me, what?
"This must be fate."
It's a fortune I didn't even believe in, but it makes me laugh when I center this far.
Wilfred's chest was rattling as if he had also found it on the treasure map.
God did not abandon the righteous.
He asked me to live strong over irrationality, giving me the opportunity to stand up.
Fate is pushing Wilfred's back.
"Let's go, to Gilleshhattar. I'm sure my father will see it too."