"What if"
From the alley, a reluctant voice.
When Almark looked at you, an old man of crude stature sat down.
He lays a dirty rug on the ground to the point of rest, and sits there clawing up.
Looking at his reluctantly skinny body, Almark thought he was begging at first, but when his eyes met the bright blue of that old man, who was tanned in black, he stopped unexpectedly.
"Almark?
Wendy looks suspicious.
For the fortune-tellers, the three children seemed to look like ducks in outfits, because they had been called out many times earlier, but Almark never showed any interest in them.
"What's the matter, the grandfather"
Neither did Wendy think the old man was a fortune teller. Stop and look at the old man wonderfully.
But Almark looked familiar to his blue eyes.
"I wonder if you're interested in these eyes of mine"
The old man smiled.
"These eyes are star reading eyes. Whether you like it or not, you get all kinds of revelations from the movement of the stars."
"We don't need fortune. I'm leaving now."
You thought the old man, who started talking unilaterally, was a forceful customer, or Morgen cracks between Almark and the old man and walks in and waves.
The old man smiles and shakes his head.
When I laugh, the wrinkles spread across my face and my eyes look like a glimmer of wrinkles.
"It's not about doing business. No cost."
When I say that and go back to my true face, those blue eyes still capture Almark.
"It's just that you three are so interesting. As a star reader, I couldn't help but speak up."
"No, that's why we..."
Hand controlled Morgen to say so, and Almark stood before the old man.
"What can Grandpa see?"
To Almark's inquiry, the old man looked straight up at Almark's face.
Those blue eyes.
Almark realizes his intuition was right.
This old man said star reading about himself.
I guess that's why. It looked a lot like the College Director's eyes.
However, I thought the College Director's eyes were much deeper and bottomless blue than this old man's.
"I'm just a star reader. All you see is the movement of the heavenly stars and the movement of the stars that dwell within you. You have to decipher it."
That's what the old man said and saw Wendy standing worried behind Almark.
Wendy bites her lips anxiously without good memories for fortune telling.
The old man slowly raised his right hand and made a grip.
Then stand only your index finger and slowly draw a circle over and over in front of Almark.
"This is..."
That said the old man distorts his face.
It's a vortex.
"Vortex, is it"
Almark asks back in surprise.
"I don't know."
The old man stops his hand and nods.
"You and the pretty lady behind you"
Wendy trembles on her shoulders in horror at the words.
"You two will be drunk by a big vortex from now on. No."
The old man's blue eyes glow as if they reflected into the daylight.
"Even though they're already starting to drink"
To the old man's words, Almark frowns.
"Is that vortex about darkness? Or snakes or something."
"Snake."
The old man hits his knee.
"Oh, is this a snake? What's hidden in this vortex?"
"Almark."
Wendy pulls the hem of Almark's clothes from behind.
"Let's go now."
"But I can also see the light. Darkness and light alternate."
The old man went on to say more.
"But this vortex... How big. Focusing on you, it's like"
That's where words inadvertently interrupt.
If you noticed, there was a slight sweat on the old man's forehead.
The old man holds his temples with his fingers and shakes his head.
"It wasn't worth the age, and I tried to see something beyond my scope. I'm sorry, but that's all I see. If you try to look any further, these eyes will be crushed."
"Yeah, I've had enough"
Almark nodded.
Looking back with a refreshing face, Wendy and I looked at each other with a sad expression.
Almark gently touches his shoulder and smiles.
"You don't have to look like that. Didn't you hear this old man?"
"... Huh?
"We're gonna get drunk by a vortex together."
That's what I'm gonna say and make Wendy snort.
"We'll be fine together."
Wendy hears it and makes a slight smile.
"I think so. Together."
"And then, if Morgen's here, there's nothing to say."
Saying so and looking at Morgen, Morgen clearly looked dissatisfied.
"Um."
Morgen speaks to the old man.
"Grandpa, you said 'you three' at first, but I'm only talking about these two. Have you forgotten about me?"
"Oh."
The old man, who looked a little tired by holding his eyeballs, looked up at Morgen with a smile back.
"You're the key."
"Keys?"
Morgen makes it right.
"A spoon means a spoon that eats something?
"I don't know."
The old man snorts heavily.
"The spoon."
"What, it"
Morgen swelled his cheeks.
"Grandpa, you're saying the proper thing because I like to eat. What do you mean, I'm the spoon?"
But the old man just smiles and answers nothing.
"As much as I like to eat, you don't have to divine it"
Morgen sighed.
"I'm going now, Almark, Wendy. Let's go home."
"Oh. Thank you, Grandpa"
The old man controlled with his hands that Almark would say so and try to get money out of his nostalgia.
"As I mentioned earlier. I don't need money. I just saw it on my own. As a star reading, I showed you something good."
"Really... Bye"
Almark gently put one baked treat on the old man's lap that Morgen was thanking him for.
"It's not money, it's good"
Almark bowed his head and urged Wendy to follow Morgen.
"This is why I don't like divination."
Morgen was still puffy as he walked.
"That's why they keep saying things I don't know."
That being said and Morgen looks back, the old man while sitting in the alley sees Morgen and tries to soften something up.
"That old man, he's still doing it"
Morgen said.
"Make a move like a spoon to soak something up. You're making fun of me."
"Don't be offended, Morgen. My grandfather must have just said what he looked like."
To Almark's words, Morgen
"That may be so..."
and face.
"But hey. Spoon. I think I'm the only one fooling around."
Every time Morgen looked back, the old man made him do the same trick over and over again.
"They both said something about a vortex, but you don't have to worry about it. That old man, he's not such a fortune teller."
Morgen shook his head and concluded so.
"You must be"
The old man turns to Morgen's back, which gets smaller, and squeals.
"The key that soothes you both out of the big vortex. But maybe you won't be aware of the role."