"I can talk to you right here."
Peeping into his face as he held the clo he had rushed over, Clo stared at me with his sparkling, round eyes.
... right.
This land of the Spirit feels the magic of Chro much stronger than just now.
That means maybe this place will increase the power of the Spirit.
Maybe that allows for a conversation.
"I'm surprised... But I've always wished I could talk to you, so I'm glad!
"Clo too. Rachel, I have no idea what Crowe's talking about. '
"Huh? Were you?
I didn't know......
Recently, I didn't have to be as good as Theodore, but I thought I was more communicative with Crowe than before.
Cro looks around at Kyolo Kyolo, as if he doesn't even notice me and others who are in shock at all.
"Cro, I wanted to bring Rachel here"
"Here? Speaking of which... I came to this place before while I was unconscious. That's when I met Khlo, and that was... a dream? Or are you really here?"
'I'm here. Chlo guided me. "
I knew it.
I guess that means that it was still not a dream to have seen that past.
"That was... what I saw then, you mean it really happened. Definitely my past…"
Cro leaned his neck strangely to my voice, which groaned.
"Crowe was told to be on Rachel's side"
"He said... to whom?
To my inquiry, Crowe turned to Puy softly.
I guess the clo at the time of this reaction means we won't talk about anything anymore.
But I also found out from what Crowe told me.
I guess that means someone other than Crowe has something to do with Crowe's contract with me.
So, who did?
I don't even know if I think about it.
But maybe the word "remember" I've heard before in this forest.
Maybe the Lord of that voice has something to do with it.
"By the way, what kind of place is this land of spirits?
It's your house, isn't it?
"Home? I wonder where the Spirit lives."
"Yes."
By changing the story, Crowe finally turned to me.
This question didn't seem to be a problem, and Crowe tells me as he looks around with pleasure.
"I'll take you to Cro's favorite tree!
"I look forward to that."
That's when the big wind plunders my cheeks.
"Cat. No time to relax."
All of a sudden, I heard more grown-up voices from over my head than from Cro, and I looked up haha something.
Then a black horse, approaching as he ran through the sky, descends in a pristine manner in front of us.
"Are you... the Spirit that Theodore said earlier...?"
"That's right."
The Spirit of the Horse, which could not be seen until earlier, is in front of us.
I'm not least surprised by that fact, but Cro in his arms happily extended his forefoot to that black horse.
After all, Chro wasn't the only spirit of darkness.
There is a strange feeling when you actually see a spirit of darkness other than Chro.
It's because I'm under contract with Cro, and I also feel like this black horse is filled with calm air and intimacy, unlike chilling stories.
"What seems so unusual"
"People in this country say darkness is rare."
'Really?
You were watching Girosilo, and the black horse looked at me strangely.
'Well, fine. We don't have time, so get on your back.'
- Get on your back?
Riding this black horse, I guess... what do you mean you don't have time?
Did the black horse notice me bewildered, 'Oh, can't you ride?' He shrugged, pulling his head to my cheek.
At that moment, my body floats flutterly.
"Wow," she exclaims in surprise. Irrelevant to me, my body floated over the black horse on its own, and immediately thereafter came down beautifully in the form of a ston and a seat on the back of the horse.
"Let's Take You"
"Uh, where?
My voice, which I asked, only disappeared into the air and sounded slight.
Because the black horse with me and Crow ran high enough to see the forest.
It's so shocking, I lose my word.
I can't believe you can fly through the sky like a bird...
The sky is close.
I can see the top of the tree.
A little further down the lake.
In the distance there are mountains to be joined by divine.
- What an amazing view.
"I can't believe you can see such a beautiful place from the sky..."
Very incredible......
I looked around, trying to burn the sight in front of me.
Nature and cheeks are reddish and the corners of the mouth rise.
'We must not live without nature. Therefore the Spirit protects the forest, which is the dwelling place.
"So this place is so alive with the magic of your spirits."
'That's right!
What an amazing power the Spirit is.
And the source of that power is this natural.
Rivers, lakes, seas, grass and flowers, this earth.
I feel life force from all of this earth.
"Before now, men and spirits lived together in nature. Now times have changed, but together we need to preserve nature '
Right, is that what this is about?
I have wondered why spirits with power make covenants with people.
But if in history man and the Spirit were closer than they are now, I am convinced.
"By the way, where are we headed?"
It's a lake.
"The lake? Is there something there?"
"Go and you'll see."
When asked looking around, Crowe is directed in the direction of the lake with a gaze.
There was a beautiful lake covered in trees.
The light of the sun is reflected and shining on the surface of the water, and the leaves in the wind fall so quietly as to be sucked into the lake surface, it is so beautiful that it does not seem to belong in this world.
"This is the place... How beautiful. The water's shining."
The black horse gently dropped me off to the ground, making sure my body floated on its own, just like when I was put on earlier.
A peek into the lake revealed my face in the water. It looks like a mirror, even to the point where Crowe, standing next door, peered into the lake in the same way.
I accidentally squeeze the water with both hands.
"Cold and pleasant..."
Clo looks at the water I squeezed and licks it perky.
My cheeks burst unexpectedly into that appearance.
"Did you like it?"
Suddenly the voice heard from behind, his shoulders shaking vividly, and the water that was in his hands sucked into the ground with a pasha.
"Who?"
Looking back in horror, a young man stood there stroking the head of an earlier black horse.
The black horse also leans heavily on the youth.
- When... there were no signs or anything like that.
The young man, who looked my age, turned his large, slightly suspended eye to me on a dark hair about the shoulder. From its eyes, it gives a peek of familiarity and interest, and does not make you feel any unpleasant gaze.
Most importantly, octave teeth in the mouth that laugh pleasantly seep into the nostalgic atmosphere.
"Did you finally get here?"
The young man narrowed his eyes gladly as he walked in front of me.