Since time was available, I decided to visit my Kayi (so-called), Panmori Township (Iwamori Ugo).
From the northern edge of the Wang capital, a point 30 km in a straight distance in the northeast direction.
Not to mention neighboring town...... pretty close.
Regardless of tax revenues, as Ethan and Shimei had hinted, it is definitely in a good location.
Wang capital is surrounded by mountains on the east, north and west sides.
Leaving the capital, the flatlands continue for a while, although it's still fun like a city.
Straight north, 15 km, east across the upstream of the "East River," the word "town" becomes the perfect atmosphere.
From there, if we proceeded 15 km east to the hills, it would have been completely rural already.
Panmori Township is a basin, with its hills as its southern border and the remaining tripartites surrounded by mountain hems.
A sense of soil climbing, transmitted to the soles of the feet. Green with a full view. In a good mood, Giraud.
Cobblestones and tile roofs aren't bad, but I don't want to forget this feeling either.
A leading villager was picking me up.
Though it is explained that "Cognac" for legal aristocrats is only "the basis of income" rather than "territory".
It seems that the term is used in the sense of emphasizing reservations: "Absolute rights like territorial nobility are not permitted".
Around being asked to govern according to the manual, it may be close to the "deputies" of the Edo period.
You can actually live there, and the villagers treat you like a "lord".
"You gave Cognac back, didn't you? Congratulations on rebuilding your home."
"We look forward to your return"
(Consolidation of Wangdu Gate. This is the Kalewala family of the Founding King SS, the Cognac of generations.)
Unexpectedly, Panmori Township was a "territory".
The powerful ones who might have followed in the middle, but were smiling.
But as the conversation progressed, its face turned slightly cloudy.
"'Come on, to the hall,' I should say..."
Bad tooth cut.
"The previous lord said, 'I don't want people to come in, although I need to take care of it. After my death, I don't even feel like giving it to anyone else', so..."
in relation to the confusion of the villagers.
I've been worried about you all along the road, but I've dared not touch you.
From the Wang capital to this point, a thick stream of spirits was stretched, choosing out of the way of men.
The so-called "spiritual path", as we call it in Occult Tan.
It runs out of the capital, to the mountains in the northeast direction, to the headquarters of the Heavenly Society Wang Ki.
(I heard there was a mechanism to spiritually defend Miyako. I've never seen myself become a ghost before.)
And so on, Ariel says something swallowing.
Anyway, there is a stream of spirituality that takes the King's Capital as its starting point.
Like an escalator, the ghost on it was flowing in the northeastern direction.
I have trouble getting him to stay in the capital. If you're going back to heaven on the way (back to the circle of circles), fine, and if you can't do that, you eventually ask the Innocence.
That seems to be the case.
(To see where we are unaffected, the spirit of the covenant is like something that needs not to be flushed)
(No, old Molly. You feel "guided"? Be careful around Giraud.)
Speaking of which, the great jiji of the mountain people also locked the spirit of the child in his room.
I don't know how it works, but I guess there is something.
I have to study, too.
Anyway, that spiritual path.
At one point, it was changing the flow in an unnatural direction.
Somehow, it's twisted like a pile...
It continues inside the "Hall".
"There are spiritual abilities in the village, too." The Hall!? Give me a break! I can't get in there! 'I said, the "
The previous lord created a haunted mansion to protect the hall.
I guess he was a spiritual capable man with considerable knowledge and abilities.
Inside the hall, piles everywhere. It was pulling around the spiritual path. Like a flowing pool.
It is not to be flushed outside unless it is close to an exit like the "drain".
Because of that, well, there are ghosts out there.
It was a "hangout".
"I hear you guys talking. It is Hilo de Calewala, who made him a Necromancer and gave up this Hall from the Kingdom and the previous Lords.... If you wish to return to heaven, let's send it on this occasion. I also admit to heading to the Innocence Club."
(I'd still like to stay a little longer)
(You're comfortable living there)
(Your skin turns over quickly because it's full of spirits)
(Skin!? Hiro! You have no idea how spiritual you are! I'll leave it like this!
Shall we shut up, Ariel?
… As a result of the tenacious negotiations, it was decided to recognise part of the parcel of the hall as a haunted place of residence.
I moved the pile with a puzzle game nori and just rebuilt the spiritual buildup in small pieces.
Again, look at the hall.
"When people don't live, houses get rough," I hear.
Ghosts, they lived to make themselves livable, and the hall was cleared of information.
If you go around and step into the back.
A soft, sun-injected corner catches my eye.
If you're attracted to your heart and come close, faint sound.
Chill. Open up for a moment of relaxation, chill.
There was a shadow sitting quietly in the hands of the pruning beard.
A man who feels signs and looks back slowly.
Blinking his eyes, he has a slightly surprised look.
You don't think you can talk to a living human being.
From here, speak up.
"My name is Hiro de Calewara"
(Oh, this. Has the time come to leave)
"Oh, no..."
The garden was so beautiful.
"Well, if you want to stay here, go ahead. It's a really nice garden, right?
To that word, a ghost smiles back.
Thanks to you too.
(Are you sure you want to take it from me?
Ah......
Sure, I am, though I am a rightful man.
(I've been doing this forever and it can't be good. this garden, I'll give it back)
"No, that. In me and elsewhere, very. So far, management."
Though it seems casual and tender.
Delicately, a garden built to be polished.
(It must be tidal time.... Now I have a separation of feelings. It won't take another quarter of an hour)
The pruning wasabi stretches into brightly colored flowers.
Unexpectedly, raise your voice.
The ghost looked back and smiled.
"Ah. No, the"
(Me too, I was lost. What do you think, Lord of the Garden?
"I think it would be better to cut it, though it would be better balanced. Too spared."
(Yeah. I have to hang up. I've done that, too, so far. I've been draining weeds and cutting flowers to keep the garden beautiful. You're untrained)
I had to relax.
It's just a flower. It's a garden.
What I'm saying is not even hypocrisy.
Same old, uncut boiled.
(He seems kind. But this flower is good because it's just one round. You know that, don't you?
Though that was the ghost that seemed so much nicer than me and others.
He frowned at me like he couldn't boil me down.
Keep straight, reach for the flowers.
"Wait!
I flickered, I acted.
From the roots, dig back.
In a bowl that was in one corner, transfer.
(Will the public get their hands dirty with dirt? Sweet for the kindness of one, I seem to have annoyed again. I still have to go home.... Can you take this scissor?
The body of a ghost shines out.
(Hiro, no matter where you went)
Ariel, who was making a scene, held his breath.
(You are!
A melting ghost opened his eyes in amazement.
As it is, change your expression to a full smile.
(No way, at the end of the day, I didn't expect to have this encounter. I would like to thank you. to Karewala's house, fortunately that)
All that remained in the courtyard was soft autumn sunshine.
And it settles firmly in your hand, pruning.
A personal crest inspired by hagi blossoms had emerged.
(You were returning... but I couldn't stay in the capital and stayed in this hall...)
I was crying.
(Hiro! Why did you go home!
They grabbed the chest barn.
Memories, telepathy, pour in.
The royalty, who lost the political battle, flees south.
But the proclamation made, in one word, "fled east".
The chaser, my men, took care of your master.
I took it as a shield that it was an irreversible word.
His successor, who won a fierce dispute, could not forgive his father for his deeds.
There was a man wearing mud.
I insisted it was my fault.
I traveled east to prove it.
A tough successor.
It deprives my father of his real rights and strips him of his man's honor.
While denying everything, use only the words "fled east".
And the kingdom's, the Mel family's leap began.
(His Royal Highness the Successor Prince, His Majesty the previous generations... was a great man. unified national theory and extended the territory over the 2,000 km east)
For a thousand years, the Karewala family served the king.
His lord never spoke of resentment.
(That's what kings are for, isn't it? It was the best choice for the country)
A ghost left it, a big wheel of flowers.
Cut off everything around you and stand alone.
If you can't face it, turn away.
I couldn't help but notice the potted plants.
"Regardless of your predecessors... a little more, couldn't you stand around well? Not even like Ariel."
(I was, like, 20, right? I've never been out of the King's capital. It was a public affair.)
That's a lie.
20-year-old Kingsguard Squadron leader. "Man" with "readiness," no different from Master Alex.
Enough to defy a king who has served for generations.
(No, Hiro. I was a pitiful man. Even now...)
The grief of a great man, a famous poet, fills my breasts.
Nothing more to touch.
"You were laughing, Your Highness.... this matter should be closed by now. Let's tell His Majesty everything, Ariel."
Let's get back to pruning.
Hold tight, where it subsides.