Six years have passed since that night.
My body is turning fourteen, and to some extent, I'm growing taller, getting closer to the old days.
And for six years I looked into a lot of things in this country, but nothing happened in the desert town or about the two examples, and no one in the town knew.
By the way, in the end, not a single person in town knew me, but nevertheless they respect me as a wise man.
The economy is so well established as a nation by conveying books that were in my world, meals and cultures that are not in this world.
Besides, countries that liked the attitude of Merchiades had once again re-established their treaties and regained their tariff autonomy.
Because of this, this country has been transformed in only six years into a country rich enough for non-witches to live in, and have to be in, this world.
To be honest, I was proud of this country, too.
I have roots in this country in a disadvantaged position of witch, and I am trying to live hard.
Even if I wasn't as the same witch, I'm sure I would have liked this country.
One day I was summoned to Melchiades, waiting for him in his room.
He seems to be a busy time as a king, and he doesn't talk to me as aggressively as he did before.
Nevertheless, I am entertained as a guest in this country, so if you talk to me, they will.
I got shabby in the Merchiades room and messing with the hem of my clothes suddenly opened the door to the room.
And then Melchiades slammed through the room in his breath, sat down on the bed and turned his face to me.
"Why are you in my room? Lazareth."
"You called me, didn't you? King."
"... sure, but that's kind of itchy when they call me that. Melchiades, as usual."
Merchiades spills a bitter smile as he scratches his head.
... Think about it, I'm less alert to him than I was when I got here too.
I've been in this country for six years, so is it natural?
"So, why did you call me? Could it be about the Demons?
"No, it's not about that. I'm being called to a meeting tomorrow where the heads of state gather as representatives of this country. So, why don't you come as an escort, too?
"... I'm sorry, I'm not from this country. You can't be an escort."
"Oh, you did. So, as a friend, what do you say?
... as a friend, because I feel uncomfortable somewhere.
Sure, I stopped alerting him, but I don't really believe it.
A word of Zahr was still hanging on in my mind.
"... ok. Then can I follow you?
"Oh. I'm the one who invited you, of course."
Melchiades, smiling as relieved, at the same time rises out of bed.
"I'm sorry. I'm still running errands. You can relax."
"Just kidding. I don't have a hobby for relaxing in a man's room."
"Ha, right. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
That's all I have to say, Merchiades walks out of the room and gets wrapped up in silence in the room.
As I was saying earlier, I don't have a hobby for relaxing in a man's room, so after I leave the room to follow, I head to my room.
After I get to the room, I breathe like Merchiades did earlier, and I take the diary.
... Also, I can go back to the world over there.
That fact filled my chest.
Of course, I don't think it's convenient to go home.
But I was really happy to see Sophia again.
That's when I heard a bang on my room door.
"Go ahead."
"Come in."
When I opened the door, there was a look of Manica there.
She and I also reconciled somewhat over the course of six years, and this was how we were able to get to the point where we could talk.
"Lazareth is going to Mr. Sophia's tomorrow, isn't he?
"Oh. If Manica was coming, I'd tell Merchiades from me, too?
"Yeah. It's not, it'll come back right, right?
"Uh... maybe. If I could, I'd like to be next to Sophia as a Mercurian, but I don't know yet."
"Bye, tell Mr. Sophia! The next time we see each other, the three of us will talk! Me, Sophia, and Alice!
... I wasn't shocked because I wasn't among the three of them.
Fine, nothing like being hubbed. I'm not stubborn.
"Okay. But wouldn't it be better if Manica told you?
"Because I worry about my mother and father. I still can't forgive anyone in this world."
"Oh, I see. Well, that's hard."
... Rather, Merchiades is too unusual.
Despite his position as a witch, he can deal normally with the people of this world.
But I guess that's why people follow him.
"Well, I told him what to tell you. Baba."
"Oh, shit. I'll tell him."
... I guess Manica had something to think of them too.
After I dropped her off, I started packing up.