Stepping into the maze, you can't see your feet at all because of the implantation approaching from left to right. Wendy waved her hand gently, letting the fire float over the heads of the three. With a magical flame, the three feet are lit up clearly.
"Don't hear me."
Nelson whispers. Almark nods silently.
I have no idea what you're talking about, but I do have a blurry, small voice. The voice seems to be heard from afar, and from nearby. However, as for the direction, it seems to be heard from within this maze.
"Damn, I think I can hear you in a little while."
Nelson pounded his tongue.
"Yeah. Feeling like a distant grandmother"
and Wendy. Sure, and Almark thought. I can hear some vowels fragmentarily, and it seems to be a one-connected word, not a very meaningless one, but the distance between the voices is unstable, and, moreover, for some reason, the extra murmur of being bothered around the words mingles and doesn't come into my ear with meaning. Almark also thought that the distant old man would hear the noise this way.
Nevertheless, Almark is impressed that Nelson is a big one. poisoned by bumps and voices, but did not loosen the walk at all,
"Next to the right."
"Left at the corner there"
and give instructions without precipitation as if to sing. Although I think this maze was quite complicated.
"Wow, Nelson. You got all the roads in your head."
When Almark asked, Nelson shrugged his shoulder to no avail,
"I used to hide here every day when I was a year. I remember naturally. It's nothing. It's not Lord Boluk's place. You can go anywhere in this maze."
Answer.
"Boys love this maze."
and Wendy nods too. I still have a day long for them who have been living here for over two years now when it comes to things on campus.
Almark saw the overhead fire. Is the magic flame unaffected by the wind or does it continue to illuminate the feet of the three while keeping its clean shape as if it were a windless indoor? It looks like nothing, and Wendy has it all under control. Amazing technique, wraps my inner tongue around it.
And what bothers me is the wind.
Almark thought. Ever since I entered this maze, I've felt a slight breeze blowing.
This maze in the center of the garden. Judging by the terrain, maybe.
"Right there."
In Nelson's voice, Almark interrupted his thoughts. No heart, or my voice feels closer.
Goal coming up.
"Wow, I never went the wrong way"
and Wendy.
"Your voice is closer."
Almark says, clear his ears.
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow...
Hell, no. Just a little more, I can't hear you.
"Take the cut there to the left."
Nelson points to a slice of implantation. Turning there as instructed, my vision opened all the time.
It was the central part of the maze that got there. It's a small square surrounded by implants on all sides. In the center of it stands an unspeakable old man with a robe together. It is the stone statue of Sir Boruk, the former lord of Nork Island.
"My voice...!
Wendy gave a small scream. I can't help it. The three of them felt the voice, which had been heard intermittently until just now, rapidly wandering away as soon as they entered this square.
"I'm with you yesterday! My voice escapes."
As Nelson says, he runs behind the stone statue.
"Damn, no one!
"What's your exit?
and Wendy. The only path that leads to the square is the path the three of them have now come on and the other behind the stone statue.
"No one. Did you run away?
I hear Nelson's regrettable voice.
Almark noticed the identity of the discomfort he had always wondered as he looked at the two people looking for the Lord of Voices.
"... the wind"
Almark shrugs and looks at his feet. At his feet lit by fire, Almark had always felt a very slight breeze blowing from behind him. But until just now the wind that was blowing towards one side spread out in all directions to diffuse in this square and disappeared.
That is.
"Wendy, Nelson!
Almark screamed. Looking back like they were a little.
"Gather the wind... Gather the wind!
"Wind...?
"You two could do it, right? Bring back the wind that's pouring out of this square!
Nelson looks inconsistent, but soon Wendy raised her voice.
"Nelson! The art of windbending!
"Huh? Ah, ooh, ooh"
Wendy was quick. Sorry it gets dark, I have to say, when I wave my fingers and extinguish the fire, I open my hands wide and activate the windbending technique.
The art of windbending. Unlike the wind technique of letting the wind blow itself, it is a technique of changing the direction of the wind that is blowing from the beginning.
"Ugh, you're freshly learned. I hope it works."
Say it. Nelson also imitates Wendy.
Those are the little geniuses. Almark, in two sorceries, felt the wind he tried to blow through gather again in the square.
"My voice!
Wendy gives a surprise voice.
"I hear voices!
"Really!
Nelson screamed as well. I start hearing voices again that should have gone away rapidly.
"Nelson let the wind blow this way as it is. I let the wind blow from the opposite and gather my voice here"
Wendy quickly instructs Nelson to reorient his body and wave loudly. The two winds mingled in the square, and the voices reached their ears more clearly than ever before.
'So, I thought. Even if I stay here, I'm just hungry, and he wants to go home to the dorm once. Then, if you lilty......'
The three looked at each other at the same time. I'm not talking about anything resembling someone's voice. All three of them knew the Lord of their voices well.
"... Norish"
Wendy shrugged.