The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

Downstairs I hear the sound of preparing dinner and a fun laugh.

It smells delicious and my stomach growls unexpectedly. Cream stew tonight, and they're grilling chicken vanilla.

Riola had just said, "It's going to take a while," so I decided to work out my thoughts in the upstairs study.

The big chorus of frogs is echoing around the setting of the sun. Light the fragrance lamp and delay your thoughts. Warm shades are great for calming down and thinking about things.

"A practical vehicle for the next generation…"

Write down all kinds of ideas on paper, hmm roaring.

"... I've been wondering about this for a long time, but there's no clap of sage Grecas... no, nice idea, where is it coming from?

As Fairy Metius sat down in a jar of ink, he asked as he had come up with it. Fluffy golden hair with translucent blades. Standing quietly, he really looks like a doll.

"Right...... I may have talked about it before, but I'm finding it from memories of a distant past. It's like a dream... a fragment of a distant memory sleeps behind your head like a remnant of a dream."

But the memory of "a different world" that I used to live in was definitely lost. To lose, I remember the loneliness of not being told.

Chile...... and the flame of the lamp shakes.

When I peek deep into my heart, I realize that my memories in "birth" and "previous life" are gradually lost. It's like a bug-eating hole in a diary page, and you're attacked by the feeling that the page is decaying and illegible.

"It was packed with all sorts of memories. Maybe...... fun stuff, hard stuff. What kind of life you lived in and with whom...... Now I can barely remember, but I was there. There are items and machines that you don't even know what to use for. And there were a lot of magical vehicles."

"It was...... That's strange."

"I've forgotten a lot these days. Really, it's like a distant dream story."

Memories that have served as a source of ideas and sometimes as a help to systematically use magical knowledge are already becoming far more sumptuous.

"I dream sometimes, too. I live in some nice castle...... what a common dream though. I'm sure your soul remembers."

That would be a true memory of Princess Metius's time. I know my roots, so I don't even have to doubt it.

"I guess so. I'm sure."

"Nobody knows where your soul came from. It's kind of romantic, considering it was someone else before."

"Out of the blue, he might have been the same person in his previous life. What's in it?"

"Well? I guess so."

Yes, there was another self in the other world called "Chihilo". Now I am summoned to the world (here) and separated. Though it can be described as a different "self" from him.

... Is that it? Speaking of which, I forgot what kind of letters to write. Chihilo, I can't remember.

"I'm sure they used to call me by a different name in the other world."

"Sage Grecas, not Grecas?

"Yeah, another... name"

- Chihilo......

Is that it?

Unexpectedly, from the other side of my distant memory, I felt like I had been called.

Close your eyes to be invited, and follow your voice, keeping yourself behind the back of the chair.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I was sucked into the dark.

of some sort...... hard continuous vibrating sound and a large number of human voices can be heard from afar. That feels like a lot of nostalgia.

They already called me by my first name. It's the voice of a girl who sounds familiar but can't remember.

Eventually I saw light beyond the darkness. Hikari's circle grew larger, and as she passed through the red and blue blinks, the landscape widened before her eyes.

Sea visible through the windows, eyes narrowed to the glare. Apparently he was asleep. Dark-haired girls sit face-to-face in places like carriage rooms (cabins). My face... I don't see it very well. As if it were an insensitive "Slide Projection Magic Fixture (Magina Projector)" video, the color is faint and the noise is mixed.

"It's the ocean. Wake up, Chihiro!

"Ah...... yeah? Coming Soon, Station '

Tatan, Tata tan... and I hear a creepy noise. The scenery flows fast. Speed that you can't get out in a carriage at all. This is... yes, the 'train'.

Railroad, on two iron rails, running an iron box called a train, a vehicle.

Chihilo gets on with it and looks like he's headed somewhere.

"Graffiti. Watch your face"

'... you're lying!?

I rush to show my face on the glass window of the car window. Appearing overlapping the view outside were the faces of dark-haired and glasses, when they were somewhat young in the middle. No, should I call that Chihilo?

There is no graffiti on his face.

"It's a lie."

"I don't know about you!

What I'm laughing at is the girl with the lowered hair sitting opposite the seat. He's in uniform and somewhat resembles a manuferno.

I miss my voice and tricks. But I can't see my face. And the name...... I can't remember.

Is it a school trip? He seems to have a lot of other friends, but he only sees the girl in front of him.

Eventually, it plugs into the curve. Two iron roads, a long leading vehicle can be seen through the window.

- Yes, the railroad...! This mechanism allows mass transit, fast travel......!

"Chihiro, what's wrong with you? Pocky? '

"I'm awake, you know I always look like this, Toki-"

And so I gave it back to me.

When he realizes it, the fairy Metius sits on top of the ink bottle and groans.

Little time has passed.

- Dreams...?

Were you on a journey to distant memory? During that journey, I also found tips on solving the problem. Maybe this is revelation (...).

Rail, train, two rails.

This is it. This is where the next generation of rides hints. If we can build a similar mechanism in a way that is feasible in this world......!

Run a pen on paper. Write it down before you forget the idea.

and the puffiness and water droplets fall on the paper and become annoying.

"Sage Grecas......? Are you crying?

"Oh, that...? That's crazy. I don't know why."

When I realized it, I felt a tremendous sense of loss.

A place I'll never go back to, someone I'll never see again......

"Dinner. Done. Greg, are you asleep? Dinner?"

Manuferno came and knocked on the study door.

I opened the door when I stood up from the chair like I was bounced, hugging a manuferno that blinked my eyes with "alas". Feel the sweet fragrance and soft body to relieve you from the bottom of your mind.

"Suddenly. What's wrong?

"... this is how I want to be. Manuferno."

"Smile. Fine."

My arms spin all the way around my back, and my gentle palms stroke my head.

- I'm sure I'm here.

Continued