"It was the fox in the organization who wanted me alive -"
Uh, what do I do? I can't think of anything.
The box I held was as light as an empty one, but it sounded like a mess from inside. Apparently, the sister fox (I don't know her name but conveniently call her that) is obsessed with satisfying hunger. Citrie, who always has a generally calm look, also has a rugged look just this time.
Phantom becomes mighty according to the accumulated power. [Lost Inn] Even one lower end of the treasure palace will have the same power as the boss of the high level treasure palace.
To the phantom, Mana Materials is like air. Originally, the phantoms cannot live long outside the treasure hall, nor do they go outside the treasure hall. But apparently it doesn't matter to this fox daughter like that in common sense.
"If I'm in that phantom position, you can destroy the country. If it's also a phantom of that treasure hall, only a high level hunter can stand up to it. Besides, the size of that body will make it pretty hard to catch up if you get away with it"
Citrie is making horrible assumptions. Fortunately, the purpose of [Lost Inn] 's phantom is not the annihilation of mankind.
"What do you think I should do?
"I don't think there's anything you can't defeat if you do everything you can at the party. If only the hell."
Citrie answered after only a little silence.
Sunlight that glimmers and illuminates. The air is distorted by heat. They talk about their lives and their deaths, but they're very important in the box.
Sure, being in this box is definitely a phantom. But now, it is unethical to kill a creature of a human form that is not attacked.
Besides, if you fight and get away with it, this phantom will be raging in this country. That's not good.
"I don't think that's a good hand."
"Right... like hanging on a mixer, it's going to break"
"?? What's a mixer?
"I'm running an experiment to crush the phantom and create a liquid for Mana Material. It's supposed to be scattered in the air -"
"Oh, oh... sorry, that's all you need"
I felt like I shouldn't ask any more, so I stopped Citrie. He looks a little sorry, but I don't think there seems to be a single good thing to ask, so I think it's a reasonable decision.
Walk around without even hitting the capital of Toaizant. I can't think together.
Anyway, we have to do something about this phantom. It will surely take a tremendous amount of time for the mighty phantom to dissolve in the air and disappear so far. A powerful phantom means that Mana Material also has a high absorption capacity. It's not strange to live for a few years or so if you smoke the faint mana material in the air.
The quickest way to do this is to get [Lost Inn] to pick it up. When I lowered the box in the inconspicuous alley, I slowly opened the lid, ready.
I was praying that the contents were gone, but the phantom held my knees in the box and it fit perfectly.
He is a child wearing a fox face for the purpose he saw. There is also the possibility of being mistaken for kidnapping. It's been a long time since I've crossed a bad bridge. All this time I'm nothing wrong. [M]
My sister fox showed no signs of coming at me. No, I have a promise between me and her. As long as there is, even if the city dies, it won't hurt me and my people.
Take a big, deep breath to confirm.
"Hey, you... can you get in touch with [Lost Inn] or something?
Oh, my God, why are you here? Isn't that strange? Just take the box and go home!
My sister fox stood still for a while, but when she got her hands on her nostalgia, she took out a thin board the size of a green notebook and gave it away.
It was tight. When touched, the black side emits light and the numbers appear. Looks like the time now. I opened my eyes.
This is - I know. I know!
Explain to Citrie the intriguing look on his face.
"It's a smartphone... it's a phone treasure."
"Is that the phone? I don't have a line connected... doesn't that need a line for communication?
Telephony is a system of communications developed in some technology countries. It's still in the experimental phase, and it seems that there are various hurdles, which are not yet popular in the empire, but, well, it's like a symphonic stone that leads to different places.
And this smartphone, which is a relic of advanced physical civilization, has about the same functionality!
"Well, that's a treasure tool... this isn't... every device is swinging a number, and when you press the number of the person you want to talk to, you can have a conversation with the person you're far away from."
For the first time in a long time, Citrine turns a blind eye to me.
"Isn't that... meaningless if you don't know their number?
"Yes, yes. That's why it's harder to use than a consonant stone. That habit, it's very expensive to have enthusiasts"
Later, for some reason, if you're not near the city, you're out of range and you can't connect, or if you drop it or submerge it, it breaks. It's an odd treasure that has all sorts of weaknesses.
What is important, however, is that in ancient civilizations technology was so developed that even though there were no lines in this way, it could be conversed between distances.
Among scholars, they use the Spirit to deliver their voices. There are sects and maybe the same logic as a consonant stone. There are sects and they repeat the argument, but in the first place the consonant stone is pointless because they don't really understand the logic of connecting.
I want it too, but I don't have it, and I don't have any friends or anyone, so it doesn't make much sense where I get it.
I don't know how my sister fox has it, but is it possible that [Lost Inn] is a treasure house from the time of advanced physical civilization?
"That's Mr. Klee... you're an expert."
Citrine opens her eyes and turns her gaze of respect, but I'm not too familiar with this treasure.
But that gaze makes me a little more comfortable and proud to stick around.
"This is... now that's a new one. What a new model... it has a camera. So small, so versatile."
"I see... what other features?
It's just a rumor, but there are several kinds of smartphones, and they can do things differently. I hear that most things can be done. It's like a magic wand.
"Beam it out of the camera and wipe out the demons, and then... yes, refrigerate the food... all the inhabitants of advanced physical civilization were protecting themselves on their smartphones and helping them with their lives. It's a universal tool."
By the way, that's all we know, because this treasure is something that is often found in the treasure hall of advanced physical civilization. There are examples of how popular they were, and how they found more than a hundred pieces from one treasure house.
"But wouldn't it be pointless if they had the same thing and didn't know their number?
"Well, relax, Citrie. I know... I can add a number to my contact list. Isn't that right?
That's when the phantom girl moved.
Confirm confidently. Quickly take the smartphone out of my hand, and I'll manipulate it with Kosokoso and give it to you.
There were outgoing letters on the screen. It's a useless operation as artistic as it gets. You look too good.
"Awesome...... smartphone pro. It's a complete defeat... next time I'll manage to get one too"
"Countryman...... embarrassed"
For the first time, the fox face opens its little lips.
Her voice was flat, but her neck was stained and her body was shaking in small pieces.
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"Damn... they won't pick me up"
Communicating the results of the conversation with the brother fox did not show the sister fox one upset. It just fits heavily in the box.
The sound quality of the smartphone was no less clear than that of a consonant stone. This was the first time I've used it, but I'd rather have a smartphone with all sorts of essentials than a symphonic stone that can only convey my voice.
My brother Fox is apparently very busy right now. As soon as I spoke, they said "ho", "ho".
Even the decent intruder I've been waiting for said I was very happy. It's about Telm and Ketchachakka. I don't know what happened, but in what my brother fox looks like, it wouldn't be in all sorts of eyes. It is no longer only a prayer as to its future.
"Sounds like lethargism... maybe it feels different in phantoms and humans"
I didn't even say hello to my sister.
Speaking of which, he didn't even show one anger when I killed one phantom. Maybe they're not family.
Citrie makes the eyebrows a letter (c).
"What do you want to do? When it becomes a powerful phantom so far, I wonder if it would be a problem to leave it there..."
Most likely. The sister fox in front of her looks seemingly harmless, but its power is real. It's not something I know what to do.
Or, I'm not going to tell His Majesty the Emperor the truth. Because you might get caught. And I can't even talk to Luke and the others. Because it is slaughtered.
My sister fox opens the bag and eats fried oil. The box was littered with wrapping paper.
Why are you so relaxed when I'm worried? [M] That myth of pace was just as godly.
"... Speaking of which, is this country fried?
"No, sir."
To Citrine's immediate answer, my sister fox froze. Deep-fried spiked oil falls from my hand.
Right? I got it in the Empire, but I've never seen much of a country where fried oil is eaten all the time.
And what the hell will this phantom do if we don't get fried oil anymore?
I think I'll push it around the arc. That thought has passed for a moment, but it is likely to be the starting point for another new problem. If you bring him into the Imperial City in the first place, it's likely to be a sin.
Well, fly home, already. You can fly about empty.
If you can't fly... yes. Wouldn't you be able to fly if you stuck with that new tail Lucia rejected? The problem also disappears and is one stone and two birds.
I'm tired... it sounds silly that I'm bothered. I guess I'll leave you around.
The moment I thought about it, I was pulled off the hem of my clothes.
My sister fox stretched out her arm and grabbed my clothes. I haven't raised my voice, but I'm sad.
You can't even look after yourself if you're so annoyed, but you can't even look after the phantom. By and large, it is a mighty phantom but too weak for fried oil. Go to the fried kingdom or anywhere.
I miss that right hand so much. When it came out again, the hand had a silver plate - a smartphone of a different colour than earlier.
Unexpectedly opens his eyes.
What...... so!? I know... you know, I have two. This phantom, not the only one.
My sister fox offered it to me. [M]
"Give"
I reflected deeply.
... think about it. Klee Andrich. You're a hunter, it's also the hunter's job to save the weak.
This fox face is a phantom, but not a bad phantom. You accidentally fell into human society, aren't you pathetic?
Think. Think, think, how we can all be happy. There is, there must be, there should be. Now is usually the time to unleash that power of sleep.
I grabbed my fist and told Hardboiled that I would put up with the desire to mess with the smartphone I received and pocket it.
"Well, it's irresponsible to come this far and throw it out. ……… I have a good idea that will make us all happy"