Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

... what?

A fairy Krupippo dressed in a gorgeous dress, like overlapping flower petals. He flew near the bed where we were, making his golden hair fluffy.

"Was it Kruppippo? When did you get here?

"No, no, Carol. That's good now. Is it true what you just said?

When Toslin snapped, Mr. Krupippo nodded loudly with his little body pointing at this one.

"It has to be true! Unlike you elves, Krupippo is a liar. Believe me, if you will."

"I'm gonna bury him on the beach."

Toslin grabs Mr. Krupippo and tries to get out of the room.

"Well, well, well... Toslin, calm down! Right?

Grabbing the hem of my clothes, I manage to keep her in the room.

"I hope so. This is the time to act calmly. I don't even know that much. It's really hard to be an elf. Oh, Mr. Wear should be divested. He's a very sweet and wise man."

"Yes, yes! Mr. Crupippo, isn't your throat dry? There's water, water."

I silently worship down Toslin and ask her to be patient, leaving her and Mr. Crupippo to proceed. And after I gave him the water, he asked again.

"So when did you say the shards were stolen? And to whom exactly?

"It was last night when they stole it. To who? Hmm? That's... nobody's looking at my face because I was wearing a hood in the dark... Oh, but I could see your pointy ears. The elders said it was the dark elves."

"Dark Elves?

That's the first thing that comes to mind about Mr. Wall's face and name, but she was in church all yesterday. Except when I summon Quadriga, mostly she helps repair the church with her master, Master Griselda. That's why you can't steal pieces of jewellery. I don't think so.

"Does that mean... there was actually a dark elf outside of the wal?

"It's natural to think so. And maybe it was that dark elf that raided inside Mr. Laplice and stole the Swansy Forest shards"

"There's not that many elves around here, and it's impossible. That's not a story."

Laplice nods at your sister's reasoning. Then Saluena, who is back, snaps as she sits in a chair near me.

"Do you know where that presumed dark elf went?

……

Mr. Crupippo opens his mouth and clings. And when I thought I was shaking for a moment, I nodded busily.

"Yes, I understand. Dear Saluena, He disappeared in the east."

"Hey, why are you only overtly changing your attitude towards your Saluena opponent!

"Kulpippo is a strong, all-powerful doctrine. There are a few things in this world that should never piss you off, and Krupippo can feel them on your skin sensitively."

"Hey Laplice. Isn't this the only guy with a fairy?

"Ah? Why are you asking me?

"It's my kind. In many ways."

"Huh?"

I don't seem to understand Carol's sarcasm, and Laplice puts her little neck on while she sleeps on my pillow.

"East...? So assuming we keep going, that means we're crossing the desert by now."

My sister took the map out of the bag for the party and spread it out on the table. I get out of bed too and get close to Tokotoko.

"What's east from here?

That map only says desert on the east side, and there is no beyond. I hear you were traveling the continent before we met, and I asked your sister if she knew.

They say there are only two things in this Lowenna country.

"Two streets?

"In other words, wilderness or desert..." So there's only desert from here to the east. "

That's what Toslin taught me about your sister's words, but mostly desert... really? If that's true (no, I'm sure it's true) it's a hell of a size.

"Maybe Lowenna is, but what if we leave Lowenna? Speaking of desert expanses, isn't it infinitely spread across boulders?

"When I leave Lowenna......? I'm sure you've heard of a lake in a while."

"Right. From there, there's a big lake, and beyond that, the forest is spreading."

"Forest... If the killer who took the shard was really a dark elf, it would be hard to get away with it."

"Why? Why? Dear Saluena?"

"You don't even know that. Elves are, by and large, fair in the woods. Even the maze of the deep forest allows you to walk without straying, and even on nights when you can't even reach the light of the moon, you can walk through the darkness."

"I can't do it because I can't use magic."

"Well, you're not an elf, you're an oak."

……

Toslin silently grabs Laplice and puts him under the pillow, putting his elbow over it and relenting.

"Then we have to hurry up and go after him... no, right?

The exchange between Laplice and Toslin is the usual, so let it go, and what's important now is what we're going to do.

"Right. Yes..."

I thought my sister, who was asked me, was supposed to snort in reply, but she didn't.

"I have about two problems. One is, can we move?"

"What... but the pieces of the jewel were stolen, right? Then we have to take it back... and we're closest."

"I don't even know how Iris feels, but so far it's just east of where he escaped, and you're not sure if he actually crossed the desert. Did you just preface that if Rose keeps going like this? Maybe he moved north after heading east. Could have headed south on a boat or something."

"Oh, oh... well... Maybe I'll waste my legs..."

Carol's explanation finally made sense of the reason for the first one your sister said. I'm in a hurry to hear that the shards were stolen. I realize that I lacked much calm. I remembered my grandfather's teachings that the wizard was always calm, and I took a few deep breaths.

"So what's the second reason?

"Yes, that's..."

Sister's gaze stopped on me as I was raising and lowering my chest.

"I found out about one of Maury's the other day, but it's still impossible to let the Iries cross the desert. So I was wondering if, if we were to go after him, we would need to secure some way to get around."

"Right. Looks like you've been on your feet just walking for hours at sundown, and you'll never be able to cross the desert over a few weeks."

"A few weeks......"

Though I have made efforts to build my body since I became an adventurer, I can't get as much strength as I think because of the bugs in my original weak book. If I can't, I might be able to walk for a day or so, but it's certainly impossible for me to travel the desert for a long time right now.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

I'm not apologizing for what happened.

"That's right. It's a known fact that the Lord is a weak maiden, so we're all woven together."

"And I don't want to walk in the Atashi Desert because there's nothing about the Iries."

"I agree. If we're gonna go after him, we're gonna need a boat or something to get ahead of him."

"That's why it's not realistic what we're going to do right now. In the meantime, I was wondering if I should consult Mr Lambrick and report to Mr Mariarone via Priestess Alitesa"

"Well, that's reasonable, isn't it? I'm tired of Maury fights, and I'll leave the search for the killer to the rest of the crew, and if I can, I'd like to rest in this city for a while."

What your sister said is true, and I want to do everything in my power to agree with Toslin. But... I wonder if it's okay.

(But that's with your sister, isn't it? Yeah, I'm talking about your sister, a follower of the devout goddess. You want to go searching for shards much stronger than I am...)

In fact, when she encountered the dragon in the village of Lelton six months ago, her sister was confronted with no regard for danger. As much as that, my temperamental sister actually stopped this time. Calmly judging the situation, I chose the option of waiting.

(That's because of me... right?

Be the fine knight I deserve. In a church bath full of flowers, your sister promised me that. Your sister is going to be fine to keep that oath in this holy mark on her neck.

(Then I need to help your sister as a sister too)

You shouldn't do anything to bring up personal feelings and get them in trouble.

That's what convinced me once.

"By the way, you, what have you got? Candles? Why would a fairy have such a thing?"

Things will move in unexpected directions with that statement by Laplice, who crawled out from under the pillow.

"Oh, this? Yeah, well, I forgot. This candle belongs to the killer. I thought it might lead to something, so I brought it."

Mr. Crupippo put the candle in his hand (or held it) on the cotton-table. Apparently that is out of use and a lot of wax has melted off.

"The killer, is it?

"It looks like it's just a candle from what I've seen... Ritzereich, you know what I mean?

"Wait a minute. Uhm......"

Rizzelaich received a candle from Saluena (...) meh (...) meh (...) meh (...) to see.

"Yeah? Is it the engraving that's engraved on this bottom? Well, it's not something I've ever seen..."

If you're familiar with witchcraft, Ritzereich, but you don't know, you're in good hands. It was when I was watching it happen with that in mind.

"Hey, Toslin. This..."

"I just thought too. Rizzelaich, can I borrow that for a second?

Toslin received a candle from Ritzereich and, in the main, lit it with the light of the lamp. Wax-smoked strings burn up heavily, revealing a brighter map of the spread.

"Oh, I knew it"

"Right. If that's the case, you can't just stay like this for a second."

Carol and I are both good looking toslins.

"What do you mean? With that candle, you know what it is?

When I did, Toslin said, pointing to the flame of a candle shaking in the wind.

"This candle is right. It's specially made, only in certain countries."

"When you light a fire, the person will show you the way to go."

"Should we go, down the road?

"Sort of. It's incredibly convenient when you get lost in the woods and the labyrinth. But there's another use for this candle."

You mean you'll find what you're looking for?

"Soyuko and"

I mean, the presumed dark elf used this candle to pinpoint the location of the mourning jewel shard?

"There's that... But if you have something that's convenient, you can sell it to Auschnell or something like that."

"No, Iris. Mr. Toslin told you, didn't he? This candle is specially made. In fact, I've never seen or heard of this candle before."

"A candle hidden from existence? enough. If it's powerful enough to find something hidden, it's convincing. Bye, Toslin."

Ritzereich leans his little neck and frowns. And me too...... I mouthed the question that everyone on this scene would probably think.

"How does the Lord know about that hidden candle?

……

Toslin takes a small breath and becomes just a little bit of an imaginary face. But I immediately scratched my eyebrows with my fingers and again...... now I got a big sigh.

"A country that knows how to make candles is La Foglia, the Holy Forest Country"

(La Folia? That's...)

When I hear the familiar country name, I get hacked. Toslin nodded at me like that and continued like this.

"Yes... it's my home town"

… and.

Now, the legend told in the dry land saw a first end in this.

But the story never ends. It was a spark of new disaster that jumped in shortly after the spreading feathers dried.

Tosrilun, the knight of the elf, inherited from ancient times and saw it, begins to speak of himself with a heavy mouth.

When the lit candle burns out, the companions... and what does Irise see, think, and make up?

The story, however, is going to happen.

And this story has never happened before.

Thanks to the long talk, my tongue is getting thirsty.

Okay, well, would there have been any wine yet? Wouldn't the Lord have drank everything up?

Yeah, well, I need to have my golden shiny scarf retied, too. I wish I could tie it myself, but with this adorable arm comes hatred and it's impossible.

Hmm? What does that mean...? Who are you?

The storyteller is like a shadow, and the figure dissolves into the stage.

There is therefore no point in appearance, and therefore only words make sense.

But it's not true that you can forget your name. Then let's name it.

I'm Gustav.

Gustav the Time Chant.

My Lord, be a faithful servant of silence, and speak eloquently.

Let's moisten our tongues, often after we have dealt with the Lord, and tell the rest of this story.

If you want it, you can come back here.