Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

It's an old puddle in Fretterli...... Originally, a strong sun illuminates me when I get out of a small church that gives me a sense of history.

A shard of mourning jewels has been stolen from inside the fairy, and it will be two days today. I guess I should travel to La Folia, the country of the elves, thinking that I have a clue soon, but unlike when I followed Mr. Wolfe out to sea, this time it will be a long voyage, so in two or three days I won't be able to finish preparing the necessary loads of water, food, etc.

It seems that some places will have to go out into the outer ocean to avoid the rocky reef zone along the way, and this time it is also significant that we will be using a large ship for our outer voyage, not the Flammy, but the Battleship as well. Because if the ship grows, it will also increase the number of personnel it needs, and the amount of supplies it will have to procure, all the more so because it will take time to prepare.

"Ah, good day, Iris"

That's why we're still staying in the tourist city of Fretterli in Lowenna, buying what we need personally and so on, well, we like it.

"You've waited, thank you"

"Right. Oh, my God. Isn't Iris the princess of the Atasis? I can't let you be alone."

"I received some gems filled with magic, well, you don't have to worry about it."

The three of us visited the church today to offer prayers to the goddess Ilua. Together with our daily gratitude and reports, we also had a baptismal ritual.

"So, what was Mr. Alitesa's errand?

I was in the ranks of red thirty and five. I mean, level 35. It was twenty five the first time I was awarded a rank in Sorletta, so I'll have just about ten ranks up since then.

By the way, Carol and Toslin, who have been talking to me since earlier, say they're both thirty-one. And from what I've heard, your sister is thirty-six, and Ritzereich is thirty. Goltmund said thirty-seven. The only boy at a boulder party. It pulled us out all at once. By the way, Saluena doesn't know because she hasn't performed the ritual.

"Yeah. The church's better off, you sent me a letter."

Carol inserts two holy flowers into Goltmund's long, fuzzy hair. It is Ticcarodecca Ruby that the two of the red grades blossom in the ritual, conveniently more than sixty red flowers colour the bright white Goltmund red.

Goltmund, originally a dulimp (a livestock with splendid horns like horses and goats multiplied) that lives in even more mountainous areas of the snowy zone, is a mockingbird all year round, but he mows and knots a little hair on boulders because it means it's pathetic in this desert area. It's been feeling like everyone's toy these days, and before this, I was like a girl with a ribbon tied to my tail. By the way, that ribbon is moving to the corner today. Who the hell is doing this......

Well, that's fine.

"Heh, a letter."

I've been a magic director for six months and a little while now. A lot happened in the meantime.

I've been in a lot of danger, and I've been exposed to many life-threatening situations. But I decided to be an adventurer. It's a big, small thing. It's bound to follow me around, so I can't help but moan.

Besides, I become a Magic Book Supervisor, and as much as those fears, no doubt, I get punished for complaining because I'm letting you experience more fun, happier things than that.

As an adventurer, so can you look around at all kinds of land. As a wizard, I've been able to save a lot of people. And I'm as happy as they are personally......

"Oh, no. Is the church contracting me to deliver your letter?

Toslin has spoken now, the delivery of your letter.

"Yeah, it is. Master Marie will take care of you. You can write to your family and friends at any time."

I don't know about the village, but there's basically enough to say that the church is bound to be a place named after the city. So I can write to you from anywhere without having to go through the cumbersome process. Conversely, you will always deliver the letter to me as long as you tell me where to go. This is amazing, isn't it?

Dear Marie - Dear Marie Arone is the Archbishop and is the essentially top of the Illuan Episcopal Church. She feels burdened that she doesn't have enough power as a church organization to protect me, and this is how she supports me day and night in another direction. Very, very grateful.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you could write to me if I asked for Atashi too"

"What? Who are you going to write to? You don't have anyone."

"What the hell!? Excuse me! One or two of the people who write to Atashi are here!

"... eh, seriously? Who, it"

"Oh?"

Soot, Carol approaches Toslin. And I put my hand on my mouth, and laugh huffy.

"Oh no? Do you care? Did you feel the shadow of someone strange and roast a jerk on your cute little Carol? Mr. Toslin?

"Oh, no... you don't. Anyway, it's work-related, you know."

"No, no, no. It's not so easy for them to tell you where your fellow bandits are, even though they're churches. It's the same with Toslin."

"... ahhh"

"Oh, hey, hey, hey? Did I get jealous again? Did I mock you? Lovely guy. Uri Uri no."

Carol sticks to Toslin's cheek with an obviously grumpy side and a good face. But at that point, I haven't had a fist bone fall on Carol's head for a long time, whether Toslin's indulgence bag was broken.

Gong!!

"Come on, man."

"Oh, excuse me... guff..."

"Ha... So, who's it from this time? It was from Charlie before this."

That's what Toslin has heard as he puts his laid-back Carol on Gortmund's back.

"Oh, oh, yeah. Uh, this time I've got two, Griddiz and... wow, it's Mr. Lovas."

"Rovas?" said Okama's, who I met in that Swansy cave? You were with a girl named Lutehorn, right?

"Yes, yes. I wrote to you both before. But I was worried you wouldn't respond..."

When I look at the name written on the back of the note, it reminds me of what happened at the time. At that time, I was still the daughter of a bookstore who was not a magician, just an adventurer's mess, right? A lot has happened since then. I'd like to see you both and talk to you if I can.

"You're a real brush."

"Iris has a woman from city to city. I need to stay in a good mood. I'm afraid of later."

"Stop it, I'm pulling that setup..."

"I read Charlie's letter the other day, but it was almost love."

"What are you reading!?

"Because you lent it to me with the book. I thought you meant to read this and learn how to write letters... Different? If so, I'm sorry."

"Oh... my God... Did I inadvertently give it to you with a pinch? Then the bad is dumb me...... I'm sorry, Charlie... I mean, a love sentence..."

Because Carol has recently been able to read and write and read a lot of books, or the words that come out of his mouth have lost their unity. It's a good thing, but I'm still uncomfortable.

"Oh, love... is that it?

"Huh!?

There is a Goltmund on this occasion, so naturally the possibility should have been considered.

Looking back, there was... a sister who always stood as Nico.