Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

There was an unexpected incident, but after a safe time of prayer, I walk alongside my sister Sally in the city of Sorletta.

The city lined with houses that had red brick tiles is very beautiful with snowy mountain backgrounds. They used to produce rubies, but it doesn't even look as if the city itself is one big rubies mine.

For me, who has never done much to just walk without a purpose like this, it was a pleasure to just look around at it.

Besides, I'm alone with your sister today. I also get nervous, but more than that, I learn freshness in just the two of us time.

I walked into a store lined with trinkets, saw clothes, saw it on and my sister gave me her thoughts......

I was happy with that feeling of care and praise for me, and I also had a deep appreciation to Mr. Iries for suggesting this time.

And after a little lunch, we both went into the opera theater that Mr. Iries recommended.

The performance is "Goddess Ilua and the Brave Man of Light".

It was probably the most famous novel on this Fandelusian continent, playing a novel on the subject of the Battle of Illure.

I had read the novel itself several times in small places. Mr. Iries also read it in the front desk lodging, so I borrowed it and re-read it.

That's why I still have the story in my head, and I was able to easily follow the various switching occasions, which I myself purely enjoyed.

But my sister couldn't keep up with the conversation when she saw a bit of a sudden development, and she asked me a few questions.

Every time I explained to my sister like that, I thought.

I wonder how this person who actually fought the Illuan battle feels about this right now.

At the end of all the performances and in the middle of a curtain call, Sister Sally told me with a laugh as she applauded.

"Illua is not as good as that"...

"Seems to be a distraction, above all."

As I was entering a coffee shop near the theater for tea, Sally, my sister said so and smiled.

"From the time I met Alonda, I knew it was going to be tough on me."

"... yes, is it..."

After all, your sister seemed to notice.

On top of that, you've been watching over me.

"You have a hard time pushing yourself. I think it's a beauty, but when I narrow my horizons, I don't have an ex or a child."

"... Yes. Depends on how painful you feel about your immaturity"

At this time, I wanted to be frightened by my sister, who spoke quietly and pale. But like that time when Priestess Alonda asked me to investigate the ruins, I nearly swallowed the words.

But now even more, but I think...

He said it was okay to be frightened.

The person in front of you is my sister.

So I revealed myself. that I remember being frustrated with my immaturity.

"Priestess Alonda was quiet when your sister Sally spoke of herself as a traitor."

Compared to that, I was trapped by the stereotype of a traitor, and I was furious.

"Aunt Yuhanna left the house at fifteen, rose with one magical talent in the king's capital, and was allowed to have her own knighthood at twenty-three years of age"

Compared to that, I flew out of the house at XV as well, and when I entered the monastery, I didn't have anything that could be described as talent like this.

I couldn't be a priest more because the goddess happened to hear my prayers and gave me miracles.

"All this time, I doubted it. Why did your sister make me her sister?

Even though some people are better than me.

Those words I tried to get out about later, I couldn't speak.

... when I put it in my mouth, I felt too miserable.

"Once upon a time I had a loved one"

Your sister did not answer my question and said so.

"Are you referring to the friend of the Master of Magic Books you were talking about in the morning?

"Yes."

"May I ask the person's name?

"I don't know."

"... Huh?

I blinked a few times, and doubted my ears.

Don't you know my friend's name? Is that possible?

"The name is shredded."

"... being shredded?

Not to mention that my question is the best, but my sister just laughed a little bit at herself. But I can't laugh. I forgot my tea was going to get cold and waited for your sister's next word.

"... where I was still sane before the battle called the Battle of Illua began. She was eaten by Auschnell."

……

"Demon King, Evil Dragon, Dragon King of Original Plains. He's a guy with two different names, but this is what we called him at the time. Thirsty stuff."

"Thirsty, Aagu..."

"He eats a man's soul and makes it his own. And what is eaten...... existence itself is undone. Supposed not to have been in the world."

Sister Sally was dropped her gaze to her own left hand and stroked her pinky finger. And he looked bitter, as if desperately trying to hand over the thread of the edge that extended from there.

"I'm barely remembered for its existence because it's still tangled up in this finger of mine...... her yarn I guess"

"... you were sisters..."

"Oh, he was so sweet. But that's all I can remember. I can no longer remember my name, my face."

"No... no, I'm so sad..."

"Sad...? Right. Sure, I guess so."

Sally, your sister's long lashes are shaking. But that look, I felt closer to giving up than sadness.

"But it may seem thin, but it's not sad. So I've never even cried for her. It's too hard to weep thinking of someone you don't remember"

Your sister included a sip of tea and was whined 'bitter'.

"Rosa, I'm sorry about the sugar there..."

And after pointing to the vial I had in hand, be as flat as if you forgot the words.

"Why did you cry?

"... because it's sad"

Your sister saw me cry, and I plucked it rampantly. But the eyes get hotter and hotter, full of twitching and tears, passing on the cheeks and falling off.

"Instead of your sister... I cry. Of your sister, for your sister."

"That was... that's really sweet"

Seeing the tears that fell into the cup, Sister Sally gently plucked my cheeks.

"If I were to dare to answer that question earlier, it would be because of its kindness. Rosa, I might have seen the face of my lost sister."

Your sister exhales quietly as she grips the handkerchief that wiped my tears. And he looks at me with anxious eyes that seem unusual after hitting him earlier.

"Disappointed, Rosa?

Shake your head sideways.

"Oh no... that can't be it"

I put my right hand on my chest and held down my hot bouncing heart.

"It's an honor. If my presence is a consolation to your sister, I have no greater pleasure than this"

And your left hand is in your sister's hand. I put it on so I could cover it gently.

"... I told you one day that I was lucky enough to meet Iris."

Your sister looks just a little lit up and stares at my hand.

"That was adorable. It's really preferable to try to be strong."

Your sister flips her hand and grips my hand, which was on her back, so that she can tangle her fingers.

"But don't rush. Don't think of it. The agony clouds your eyes."

"... Yes. Sister. I'm not in a hurry anymore. Someone's looking at me so close."

It was nice going out with your sister today. Because I could know a lot about your sister.

But at the same time, I am frightened by my shallow thoughts.

I wondered if you had let me call you my sister, remaining so ignorant.

But I will not be as despicable as I have been when I reflect on it.

"Um, if you don't mind... would you go out with me again?

Instead of leaning down, he looks up and smiles. You say it's adorable, believe that word. I thought I could bury your sister's loneliness at all.

"Oh, let's just say I will. We're sisters for no particular reason."

Where the sun begins to tilt and the entire city of Sorletta is ruby-like reddish.

My sister and I held hands together hard, as if to confirm a different relationship than we had until yesterday, as if to ascertain the thread tangled in our fingers.