Seirei no Moribito

It was a place where spaces that didn't even exist in color spread out, where gray gear was just peeking from the horizon.

Suddenly moved into such a space, Lynn exposes her vigilance to an unfamiliar voice, but at the same time lurks her eyebrows at familiar signs.

"... Are you the Spirit?"

Unique and intense signs of magic in a space that is hard to believe exists in this world.

This feeling I felt when I was near the Spirit Tree is not something I could forget if I wanted to.

I didn't think that the presence of Lynn in this space would do more harm than the absence of emotions of good and evil in the Spirit, but Lynn looked around again to see that it was not just a phenomenon of scale that could be caused by interest or curiosity.

"Yes. Nice to meet you, is it right to say?

The “Spirit” appeared before he missed his gaze.

Shake your long, pale, glowing, watery hair to the left and right, fill your back with curiosity with red and black eyes in a quiet, calm tone, lift the red-dyed piece hem with your hands in the shape of a human figure to greet you.

Lynn confirms once again that there is no hostility to the “Spirit” with a full smile and a favorable attitude, and then releases her guard, but never treats her in a favorable manner.

"... so why did you bring me here all the time?

"... I hate to go around, but I hope that's why you don't make it so unholy. This greeting is also meant to explain everything, isn't it?

"... that the Spirit, not even the Great Spirit, has the power to draw certain human beings into different spaces?

"To tell you all about it, I made contact with you now that you have strong emotions and that you have a lot of magic and“ micro spirits ”flying around. It's also a battlefield, but it's also a great place to hide so that people don't notice that we're having this conversation."

The “Spirit" moves around the phosphorus with pleasure as he changes his temple and expression without being timid by the look of the phosphorus.

The outfit has the same high but childish tricks and expressions as Lynn's, but only the tone consistently speaks in a grown-up tone, a chiseled, non-united “spirit".

Blue cheeks that have lost blood against healthy wheat skin, the clothes you are wearing are white on the top half but dyed red as you approach the bottom and, if you look closely, the legs peeking from the hem are dirty as if they were soaked in muddy water.

Never before has she had a direct conversation with the Spirit, and Lin, who didn't even know she would, with some interest and surprise, follows after the Spirit invites her.

The part of the space that hits the ground where the gray gear is just turning, as if walking on the surface of the water, ripples spread from the place where the feet were attached and disappeared quietly, and the "Spirit” starts describing it as he walks his feet out in front of the phosphorus surprised by such a sight.

"Let's start with who this space is. Where do you think this is?

"... for an artificially created space, I feel no magic at all. It can't even be considered a place that exists in nature… different spaces, the term would apply best"

"Different spaces... Yeah, well, we can certainly call this a different space"

“The Spirit" in Lynn's answer leans slightly and affirms,

"Different spaces… that is, in the deep psyche of man… this is in your heart, if I may put it simply"

"Mine, in my heart...?

"Yes. If I put it more simply, does that mean the spirit is thinking fast through the“ Spirit "...? I'm sorry, I'm just a kid, so I can't explain it well..."

Lynn looks around this space again to observe the unexpected return of the “Spirit” who apologizes.

The word colorless slows down, an ambiguous space where there is not even a color called white and a gear that turns slowly and loudly that you can easily imagine turning around making loud noises.

Standing on the water and the depth from a certain distance that makes it dark and impossible to see ahead.

True, he was expressing Lynn's heart, which was attached to revenge and threw everything away.

"... really, nothing"

"... Yes. The gear over there is actually broken once. Do you remember that? I lost someone I cared about, and I let my anger kill me once."

To the “Spirit," who quietly asks with a sinking face, Lynn affirms silently,

"... the line across the“ other side, "Fia said," right. "

"... that gear broke and this world lost all color. The colour of the sun that illuminated me over my head, the colour of the Ethereum that covered heaven, and the colour of the deep sea that was shaking the surface of the water all returned equally nil...... the world was engulfed in darkness. Darkness - that is, the color of despair. It's so dark... there's no light, there's no salvation."

Losing Emilia, Lynn heard a hallucination whose heart was about to break completely.

That's the gear, and if you look closely, you notice that it's worn out and jointed.

Once the broken gear did not go completely back to normal, but it could still be fixed to the extent that it could be turned again.

The reason for this is that the “past” disappeared because of the loss of all memory and power to the price of resurrecting Emilia, and also because we lost sight of the reason to live.

The Spirit implicitly told me that Lin was the reason why Lin could exist again as Lin because he was not left with the willingness to choose the path of sanity and madness.

"... you were the one who bestowed the most protection when I was loved by the Spirit as the Spirit's lover."

In addition to knowing Lynn well enough for a spiritual introduction, it's like she's been in this world for a long time.

From there, the presumption that Iselia was the “Spirit” when she empowered Lynn was confirmed by a grin overflowing with “Spirit” joy.

"Yes... yes! Finally, you noticed. I've always been there for you! All this time, all this time... even though you're suffering, you can't do anything... I just can't do what I'm seeing beside you..."

Lynn is convinced that when she was locked in the basement, the “Spirit” of the water that the red-haired child said was particularly interested in Lynn was also about the “Spirit” now in front of her.

However, it is still slightly frustrating to see why the Spirit came into contact with Lynn.

"... I don't care about that. Why are you a spiritual, yet human, with feelings of good and evil?

"... Yes. I'll explain that, too."

And he smiled, and he swelled his cheeks with dissatisfaction, and the Spirit swept away.

"... this is where your deep psychology, or true you, manifests itself. Both colorless spaces and once broken gears are all symbols of your presence. And when the Spirit dwells on one personality like a human being, the element that determines the formation of that personality is the deep psychology of the human being who is giving the Contractor… protection."

"… when a human covenant is made with the Spirit, does the Spirit possess character? And it is this world that is the foundation of its personality… in my case, will it be this tiny..."

"Mmmm... stop looking at me like I'm scared. This Spirit is no exaggeration to say who you really are."

“Spirit” in Lynn's eyes pointed his lips and argued, trying to lift the hem of the piece.

"Okay? For starters, this look. Behavior mixed with adulthood and childhood is a desire that sprouted unconsciously as a result of your continuing to falsify yourself“ I really wanted this to happen ”. The reliability to protect your precious childhood and the innocent heart you need to laugh at each other with her..."

And the Spirit gazed upon his own hand,

"This skin is a symbol of health… You imagined the shape of the future, even without regret, when you gasped in pain to gain strength and never visited rest. I'm sure you've had an unbridled day of revenge… without realizing it yourself."

"... Ha, you're so paranoid. I never meant to be such a jerk."

"Unfortunately, it is. You are irresistibly distorted. I was hoping for a peaceful future, but at the same time I was immersed in the joy of revenge."

Lift the hem up again and answer as small as if whining to yourself.

"This garment is its symbol… This red is a testament to being dyed by the blood of the haters… Dirty feet crawl around hell in the name of despair, and you are also the one now created by your heart, obsessed with hunting them down and killing them everywhere"

"... contradictory. Were you happy with your revenge, hoping for peace?... Sure, I'm attached to revenge. But I don't remember being a pleasure killer."

Lynn answered the words "Spirit” with a mixture of obvious frustration and intent to kill,

"So how do these red eyes explain it!?"

For the first time, “spirits” who should not have feelings of good or evil revealed “evil feelings” of anger.

Lynn was slightly overwhelmed by it.

"Originally, the" Spirit ”dwells in the same colour as the man on whom it was founded. This pale, watery hair is a testament to the" Spirit "who directs the“ Water ", and the eyes are an important color to show the connection! Yet these“ Spirit ”eyes are the color of oxidized blood... how much blood have you kept bleeding... you know better than anyone that vengeance is just vain!

"- Shut up!"

Stick your voice absurdly to the words of the "Spirit” as if to deny Lynn's past.

Seriously, but the Spirit is not frightened.

"No, I won't shut up! For the Spirit, it is no exaggeration to say that your connection is of existential significance! These blood-swet eyes show not only the wounds you've inflicted on the people you've hurt... but also your obsession with revenge, which you'll never be able to separate! Don't be mad at this, what are you going to tell me to be mad at!

to the “Spirit” who is completely unwilling to give way to the nerves of phosphorus,

"Have a windy mouth I found out...!!"

The space of no one but Lynn and the "Spirit" exploded Lynn's emotions.

Make a noise, bite your teeth, and put only hate and killing intentions on those eyes, and Lynn screams.

"What's wrong with killing someone you hate, you're going to say what's wrong with hurting yourself to gain power!? You“ spirits ”have given power regardless of good or evil. Then it won't matter if I'm good or bad! I just wanted the power to kill them all. Even if that's the same power that killed my parents!

"Same...? No,“ spirits ”are just tiny beings who are just there.“ Spirit ”certainly has no feelings of good or evil. But the Spirit also has a heart! I just don't have a clear will, it's vague, but it discriminates between doing good and bad things. I gave you protection because you had a beautiful heart. There are colors in the world, and while you were fascinated by revenge, you were a resident on this side. That's why we shared our destiny to the end! Even you can't tell me that the Spirit is the same as the Spirit who killed your parents to protect you!

“Spirit” also confronts Lynn's words head-on,

"Then what was I supposed to do!?"

As if to cry out, I bumped into the thoughts I had always held in my heart.