Vermillion

Like it's hot and bitter, like it's heavy and bitter.

What an unspeakable, unpleasant feeling.

Irene shakes off "it" with her blurry head of dreams. I thought I heard a strange voice when my hand hit a bump.

"…………."

When you open your eyes thinly, you can see the ceiling with the wooden beams peeled out. Oh, well, he said he was asleep. In my head, flowing situational awareness.

Slowly wake up on the bed.

Munya, with her sleeping eyes, looked around the room.

"……… Are you awake?"

And in front of the green door, a little fat man in awe with a sweat on his forehead - Danny and I meet eyes.

……

My drowsiness blew up.

- Why is he here?

The fact that there was a man in the bedroom who wasn't even close enough.

Even if it was the landlord. Disgusting with discomfort.

Unexpectedly, it revives the bumpy feeling that hit my hand earlier.

There was a chill running down my spine.

……

"Hey, we're ready for breakfast," said Danny, who scratched the sheet to protect her body and made her eyes look even worse in silence to Eileen, leaving the room blankly.

Bhattan, and the sound of the door closing.

Almost simultaneously, she turned the sheet and Eileen touched her whole body with a pepper to see if there was anything unusual.

- It's okay.

There is no particular abnormality.

"……… What was it?"

As I recall, I have goosebumps on both arms.

"... kimo"

Physiological disgust. I grabbed both arms so I could catch the chill.

Irene, softly feeling terribly restless, anxiously wanders her gaze and looks out the window.

The green of the forest caught my eye, restoring a little peace, and I thought to myself, "Shall I go see Kay?"

Get out of bed and put on your borrowed wooden shoes. of the simple design scraped out of the tree. That was a rash because it didn't fit the size, but the surface is smoothly finished so it's not uncomfortable.

Um, I didn't like it when the fat guy was in the living room, so Eileen didn't use the green door, but went out directly through the window frame.

Capo Capo, Capon and.

Sound the wooden shoes, soaking in gentle sunshine, the dirt going its way out.

(... your body is light)

While walking, Eileen noticed that she was clearly feeling better than yesterday. You should have noticed when you were overcome by nature and window frames, but you have to firmly put your strength into your ankles.

Ha-ha-ha, a small grin spills, lightening nature and footprints.

(Um, where is Kay?)

Sure - Cronin or Cronen, you must have been at the village chief's second son's house with a name like that.

I remember that.

Before I could remember where his house was, I realized that I had no idea where it was in the first place.

"…… er,"

As I wandered around in the middle of the village wondering what was going on, I saw women walking in with pots and leather bags. A speech that sounds fornicating.

"…… Oh, Dear Eileen. How was it done, here?"

At the end of that group, Cynthia, with a soft smile as usual, stops her eyes and calls out to Eileen. Following that, the other women also noticed Eileen's presence, where the fornication had gone earlier and grown up wearing cats with a hazy look on their face.

"To Kay, I thought I'd go see him,...... I don't know where he is."

When asked face to face, I was kind of embarrassed to just say, "I'm going to see Kay". Eileen swims her eyes and answers all the questions.

Whatever the initial atmosphere, Irene felt her cheeks get so hot when the women of the village shouted "Oh," and stirred up more shame.

"Ah, if it's Master Kay, it's ours!

Among other things, he said, "Yes, yes, yes!" And it was the young woman with the silky face who raised her hand vigorously.

"What about you?

"Clonen's wife's, it's Tina!

A woman with a pot of water, a scuffing face - Tina showed Eileen a little courtesy.

My house will be here, Tina takes me on a walk through the village with Capocapo. If I were guided, Cronen's house was close enough to clap out. "It's a small house, please," he says, inviting him inside.

"Master Kay seems to have gone out hunting early in the morning. But it's already expensive, and I thought it was time for you to come back."

"It was."

Irene, who was passed into the living room and reached her seat at the table, looked around the room subtly. Tina is right, slightly narrower and more qualitative than the village chief's house, but one piece of dust has not fallen on the slab floor, which gives the impression of being quite clean.

I can walk barefoot with this, etc., but I moved my capocapo and wooden shoes under the table to crush my spare time. Tina seems kind of busy moving the water from the pot to the pan and setting fire to it with the kamado.

"- I'll make you some tea now."

"Yeah. Thanks."

Tina smiles a bunch of dried herbs in her hand, realizes she is about to boil water for herself, and Eileen meets gently to thank her.

……

Frequent silence. The only sound that sounds good is the puffiness and the sound of which burning tree can play.

As I elbowed at the table and blurred, it was still 'arr' earlier that came to mind.

The fat man's face crosses the back of his brain and disappears quickly, instead evoking a soft, thin, merciful smile.

"…… I wonder why Mr. Cynthia got married"

Pompous, frank questions gushed out.

Cynthia and Danny. At least, when it comes to appearance alone, it's a couple that doesn't look good in the end. I don't even think Danny has that much human appeal, and I purely wondered why Cynthia, who would have pulled so much from that beauty, chose, more importantly, to marry Danny.

"Ahhh... my sister-in-law is sorry for everything."

To Eileen's solitaire, Tina with a fresh-faced face.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's not the marriage I wanted. It's almost like selling yourself."

"……?

Tina whispered with the constant phrase, "It's just about here," as she leaned down her little neck with a peek at the color of her interest.

"It was almost ten years ago. My sister-in-law's sister had a fever. If I went to the city, I would have gotten the cure, but it was very expensive... My sister-in-law's house wasn't wealthy, so I was wondering what was wrong with him."

Tina's word 'the man' had quite a thorn.

"-" I can also help my parents (...) and others (...), "I said as I twitched the money. At that time, my sister-in-law knew she had a lover of both thoughts!

"... hey, that's"

I mean, to save my sister, you dumped your lover and married Danny.

Um, and Irene, who roared, frowned and gave her an unpleasant look.

"… So, that sister, she saved you?

"…… Yes. The time (…) of (…) is (…)"

Tina's face snorts, sinister.

"But less than a month after his illness healed, he was unluckily attacked by a herd of beasts outside the woods, and he died."

"Wow."

"Besides, the first sound of knowing it is' money wasted ', lacking in words. That's in front of my sister-in-law too...... that pig bastard"

"Bu, pig………………"

Direct balloon, but accurate. Irene, unconsciously in her bump, makes her face snap for a moment.

Still, Danny is my brother-in-law if you call Cynthia my sister-in-law, but Tina seems to hate him for a long time.

"... I hate him."

"That's it already! There's no one in this village who likes him!

Tina, with her hands on her hips, swelled her cheeks with momentum that seemed to hear puffiness and pseudonyms.

"I've always used people with my chin looking great, and I don't work for it! I'm just stuck in my house, and sometimes I wonder if I went outside, just hanging out for a walk or going to the city to play. Besides, according to the story, he goes to a whorehouse, to the habit of marrying his sister-in-law with money... I'm sorry to hear about your sister-in-law, but we all say it's a natural punishment for not being able to have children for long."

Tina sighed small after saying so quickly.

"Ha. I wonder if that will be the village chief in the future, I feel heavy...... for one thing, I wish my Dana would be the village chief"

Irene's expression becomes sinister in Tina's words.

Marriage bought with gold. haters. Whorehouse street.

In Eileen, Danny's rating, which was just the worst impression, drops even further. And the fact that I would stay in this village - in the village chief's house - for at least one more day came to my heart.

"Um, Tina."

"Yes?"

"Actually, it's just here,"

Irene whispered to Tina about her earlier 'alley'.

"Huh!?

Danny was in the room, and Tina opened her eyes and blued her face.

"So, were you okay!?

"Maybe……. I don't think they've done anything..."

"Weren't you called for something or something?!

"Well, maybe that's ok too..."

Yeah, and Irene shook her head as she shook her face.

"Huh - no way, that pig, even to the guests......?

Tina held her forehead so she could have a headache. With glorious open eyes, loosen up and look at the meat cutting knife in the kitchen.

"Just so you know... yes, then Kronen will be the village chief..."

"No, no! Personally, I just can't change the house I'm staying in......!

Irene raised her voice in a panic to Tina, who began to cloud her eyes with the color of her intentions and desires. "No, I'm joking," said Tina, with a flamboyant smile, "but I almost got lost in judging whether it was a joke or not.

and, at that time, the door to the outside is opened with a real noise.

"Oh, Tina, are you there? - Oh, that."

It was Kronen who entered the house with a mowing sickle in his hand and wiping sweat with his hands. Clonen, blinking with his pussy, closed his eyes to Eileen, who sits slightly on the chair in the living room,

"……… Why do we have a princess?

"You, cousin! Hey listen, it's horrible!!

Puffy looking back and shining her eyes, Tina fills the distance like a hound eating up at the prey, explaining the backdrop of things.

"- That's why! You, this is your chance!

Tina also had a rough nose,

"Strike him thoroughly and kick him off the seat of the next village chief!

…………

Kronen looked up to heaven, holding her forehead down so that she could have a headache. I sighed small, silently, slamming Tina's forehead with a scornfully mowed sickle pattern.

"Ahhh!?

"…… I'm sorry, Princess. Just give me a minute."

Sounding sorry, Kronen grabs Tina's arm, holding her forehead and groaning "whoa," and drags her out of the house as she drifts.

"Oh, yeah…………………."

One, Irene, left behind, remains half-baked.

"……… Ah, the water is boiling."

Shiu-shu and the sound of hot air blowing out of the lid of the pan were the only quiet sounds.

†††

"Hey, that hurts, what the hell!

"Quiet, don't make a very big voice!

Outside the house. What abhors the voice is Kronen, who turns his forehead red and stares at Tina in the crown, the loser and her.

"Please, don't make too much noise......!

"Why, it's a one-of-a-kind opportunity!

"Opportunity? Opportunity!

Ha, and Kronen smiled dry.

"Regardless of the princess, that guy like Kay is a monster! I don't know what I would do if I roughed things up badly and bought anger!

"I don't care if the pig bastard wears them all. I don't care if they kill him."

"You............!

To Tina's lesser words, Cronen unwittingly draws her face.

"But for once, he's my brother!

"I know! I like you, but I don't like him. I hate it."

Pu, and Tina turning away.

In her childhood, Tina, who helped raise pigs, her parents' business, had been teased several times by Danny, who was then a kid general, and made fun of her for 'smelling like a pig', and she still has that in her considerable roots. It is also because of the habit of just peasants that water bathing and cleaning have become habitual until one step ahead of the cleanliness habit.

"I know you hate your brother. But apart from that and this, if my brother dies, who will succeed the village chief!?

"……… it's you! Who else is there besides you?

I can't believe it, Tina, who just makes her cheeks red and turns her voice upside down. But the look on Kronen's face against him, slowly, somewhere fed up.

- I can't do this to myself.

The thought is bitter everywhere.

Kronen is aware. I have to replace Danny.

Indeed, Danny has many human shortcomings.

First of all, it is not liked by the young people of the village, and there is a verse that loses reason as soon as it becomes female. On top of that, it's a big meal, dirty, craving, money-guarding guy. And there are quite a few villagers who put on something and have a dignified attitude and disagree with it, in fact.

♪ Even myself, the village chief will serve ♪

"Rather, I deserve a village chief more than Danny, who is admired by everyone"

The time I thought about it was in Kronen. Were you lifted by your surrounding friends and in good shape? Or did the fact that Danny is hated push his back? Or was it simply a rebellion against his father (Bennett), who pushed Danny to be the village chief and was blind to himself? Without her presence, Cronen believed and did not suspect that she was much better suited to the village compiler until she had grown up.

But in earnest, when you touch the work involved in running the village.

And then I realized.

One, Danny, who has spread the sight and hearing from books and merchants' stories since he was young and has always encouraged him to study.

One, I was throwing out my studies and playing around the wild mountains with my friends, myself.

The local power of the head, the amount of knowledge.

Too much - too different.

Indeed, Kronen has literacy in reading, writing and calculating. Even though I was lazy enough to throw it out on the way, it was because I was forced to tie it to a chair and some upbringing was tapped in from Bennett.

The minimum tasks required as village chief, such as calculating taxes and managing books, can therefore be carried out.

But that's only, 'minimum'. As a representative of the village, there are other more important tasks.

For example, buying goods at a fair price from a merchant.

Alternatively, sell village produce at a fair price.

Also, develop connections to do them.

Knowledge, experience, and driving were all things Kronen couldn't do well enough. But Danny does such a cumbersome job as a merchant without difficulty.

Clonen, who was shown it up close, was just beaten down by his impudence and by his decisive difference in abilities with his brother.

Besides. After doing that, Danny hadn't forgotten the gold measure either.

From the story of the pedestrians, or from insignificant conversations in the corner of the city, analyze and integrate the information picked up and anticipate market trends and price trends.

And adjusting crop creation, buying goods that were likely to be pricey, detecting epidemic diseases and preparing drugs in advance - such Danny's ability to process information was no longer, from Kronen's point of view, a realm of different dimensions.

♪ I wish I had been born in a merchant's house ♪

That's what Danny spilled one day. Danny does have business talent. That's such a great talent that Cronen seems to have sincerely done the same, saying that it's a little bit of a shame to crush him as just a village chief in a rural village.

Assuming you're not my oldest son. Or without a sense of responsibility as the next village chief, taught by Bennett.

Danny stands alone as a merchant and may have left the village some time ago. But in reality, he thinks about the village as much as he does, and stays in the land of Taaf.

The village of Taaf is richer than its neighbors.

Good quality agricultural tools, liquor, sweetness and other preferences. For times of need, because of the variety of medicines available, they can also cope with sudden illnesses and injuries, often without having to kill the villagers.

A material, spiritual, and relaxed life. But Kronen knows that most of this "abundance" is at Danny's disposal. Because I've seen the money he earned right next to me where it's used to buy them.

And Bennett to Danny, the old folks in the village who have been watching the replacement, know that. A clearly improved standard of living than Bennett's. Bennett was never incompetent. It's just that Danny showed an unacceptable talent for following Bennett in terms of 'making money'. All they know is that they embrace Danny's dignified attitude and support him as village chief.

That's all right, because I admit that Danny has a track record.

"…… I can't do this."

Kronen shakes his head slowly.

"I can't replace my brother."

"Why!? You can do it, I can help, and everyone says you're better off too -"

"That's not the problem"

Really, simply, you're not capable enough. No matter how much Tina helped, no matter how much everyone worked together, it was an unbridgeable difference.

Or.

If we can construct a form in which Kronen fits in as the village chief of the form alone and Danny works as the back, it might be ideal.

But that would almost certainly not happen, Cronen thinks.

Because Danny is staying in this village 'to be village chief'. Raised as the next village chief at an early age, Danny has a verse that takes "I'll be the village chief" for granted. It is a sense of responsibility and a sort of giving up. Only the thought of 'naturally' binds Danny to the village.

Without it, fulfill, what will happen?

Ten and eighty-nine, Danny will leave the village. Because there's no way he can tolerate his pride in his backside in the shadow of his uncanny brother. First, Danny can eat well as a merchant with the connections he's already built and his own talents, even if he doesn't stick to the village.

I didn't see any reason to stay in the village.

And only unreliable kronen is left in the village after Danny leaves -.

No drugs, no booze, no more. There comes a time when farm tools have to be replaced.

At that time, Kronen cannot twist the gold that will only procure it anew. The village of Taaf will again have to return to the same standard of living as the neighbouring villages. Never poor, but not rich. To live like that.

That's - as much as possible, we should avoid it.

"So you've said it over and over again. Where you helped me, there's nothing I can do!

"Why... why are you saying that! You wouldn't know if you didn't try!

"I know! Me and you just twisted our wits together and we're no match for your brother's head!!

To Tina, whose face was distorted by remorse, Cronen invites her unspeakable awkwardness and frustration into her chest.

Perhaps Tina doesn't like her husband being inferior to the man she hates the most. And it's not just inferior, I guess he doesn't care where he admits it. So this is how I get a seizure.

That's - I can't help but frustrate Kronen.

Many of the village's youths, including Tina, fail to understand Danny's achievements. I don't even try to understand.

A dignified attitude. People are rough. Do not do manual labor.

Sure, they are also faults, but they just do their eyes on the top of it and don't try to appreciate the contents at all.

Assuming Cronen explains how capable Danny is, they simply leave it to their emotions to deny it immediately. Says, if we do it, we can do it ourselves. Says, it's not that big a deal. I have no basis, no experience, no knowledge, I just leave it to my emotions to say so.

I was childish everywhere and so ignorant that I couldn't save him. Even the little Kronen is disgusted.

Together, I always make fun of them, to the extent that I understand the condition of my grand brother -.

"…… ha. Enough. I'm done with this story."

With a loud sigh and a flickering wave, Kronen said so in an unspoken tone.

- Myself, thoroughly on the back.

Kronen has decided to do so. He said he would act as a bridge, taking everyone's grievances as a compiler for the village vigilante, and taking them between Danny and the village youth.

Cronen thinks that's the way he can best contribute to this village of Taaf.

If I may, I wanted my beloved wife to understand this, but - seeing Tina with her expression if she was unhappy, Cronen once again took a small sigh and shook her head to shake off her unpleasant thoughts.

"... Tina. You said you didn't mind if your brother was killed. If you make things rough in the first place, it is possible that the life of one of your brothers will not be finished. So I need to apologize and take it down, but I need to get over it."

"You don't know that!

"'I don't know' will do it, idiot! Even if they demand extrajudicial compensation, there's no one in this village who can defy a guy like that Kay!? Even the (...) mandel of (...)! When that happens, can you take responsibility for it!?

"……… it is,"

"If you get it, shut up.... Let's apologize to the princess from me. My brother... No, the princess won't want to see me either, and I'll make him apologize if he wants to... Either way, can we just hope to clean it up peacefully? There is a house available in the bedroom besides ours, I wonder..."

…………

Tina stared at Kronen with a grudge, holding her forehead down.

but, faintly, that gaze deviates behind Kronen.

"……… Ah. He's back."

"What?"

To Tina's whining, Kronen looked back. Then, at the entrance to the village, Kay and Mandel appeared across the horse.

"Are you back……"

Cronen with a dry smile that only at a time like this is a good time.

Seeing Mandel lined up next to Kay, he then turned his gaze slightly to Tina and took a small sigh.

- Tina wants you to learn Mandel, too.

Smudge and I think so.

Here he is a famous bow and dagger master, and Mandel, once handled in the "battle", is a particularly glaring presence among the villages.

He has the right to speak for the fingerfold and a great deal of influence over everyone in Taaf, but so far, I support Danny becoming village chief, not Kronen.

The reason is, "Danny is better."

Of course, compared to myself, I'm talking about, but Cronen is not going to care about it. Instead, it was so intelligent about Mandel that I couldn't stop feeling the tears.

Originally, Ma (...) n (...) de (...) l (...) ko (...) that's (...) the best (...) also (...) da (...) d (...) - (...) with (...) hatred (...) n (...) to (...) of (...) - I'd just like to fry and give Tina a drink of nail dirt instead of him like that, just to be swayed by emotions.

(Not now, is it?)

For now. I must apologize with great care so that I don't buy Kay's anger.

(…… oh. Why am I the only one who's having such a hard time...)

Even though he made up his mind, Kronen, with an indelible thought, took a quiet deep breath as if to calm him down.

"……… ha."

And that day, I don't know how many times, I took a small sigh.

†††

Back in the village, Kay was quite confused as he was suddenly flattened on the spot by Kronen.

Everything tells the story that Danny tried to attack Eileen's sleep.

"What...?

When I heard that, Kay saw it transform into a nocturnal fork shape, Irene said, "Wait, wait, Kay!" He hastily interrupts the story.

Eileen said it didn't seem like she was attacked by anything else, just that when she woke up there was Danny in the room, it seems.

I wondered about that, Kay, but since Eileen says she doesn't care, I'll stop capturing things that seriously. However, in response to the request to change the house to stay, Eileen and Kay eventually changed the house. When I heard Irene was coming instead of Kay, I was impressed that Jessica was haunted.

Moving to Bennett's house, Kay continued to put pressure on Danny whenever she met him face to face at home, although Irene said she didn't care. For this reason, it is adorable that at dinner, to the extent that Cynthia makes a cold sweat, the air has become tense.

After the meal, I was just going to pull into my room and wait like last night, but Kay fell asleep, even though Bennett's bedroom was too comfortable and fully armed. Fortunately, there were no night raids by the bandits.

And the next morning.

In front of Cronen's house, Irene, who was wearing a leather vest on her villagers' trousers, was moving her body in a voice.

"What do you say? How's it going?"

Irene does not answer Kay's inquiry watching by her side, she just smiles small.

Eh.

A runaway that kicked the ground. Gravel, leaving the footsteps behind, a glimmer of wind blows through.

Step in. Side turn. Rhondart. A continuous buckle that leads from there.

Dang, make a loud noise, jumping body. A leap to look up.

Vibrant, rearward extension reflex, threefold twist.

Perfect, its landing, without braking.

Slowly looking up, Irene smiled more like a prankster,

"Not bad!

"I see."

Um, next to Kay, who put his arms together and nodded satisfactorily, Kronen and Tina watched, her mouth open and solidified.

"Wow hey wow!!

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh."

To Jessica, who follows at her feet, Irene, who is good at it. Try to meet the cackle and fun Jessica and show off one after the other, like turning back and back and forth.

(At this rate, you're all right now)

Recover - you can say. I was convinced that, in the unlikely event of a situation, I would be able to respond flexibly.

Kay decides to leave.

He then excused Jessica, who cried when he heard Irene was gone, or received food and supplies that Bennett had prepared for him.

Quite a hassle, but before the sun rose high and ran out, the Kays managed to get ready to leave.

"It was a short time ago, but you took care of him, village chief."

Out of the village. Kay looks at the woods behind him, surrounded by Bennetts who came to drop him off.

From here, if you go through the trees and follow the path along the creek east, you will reach the city of Satina. The destination is Wolvern, a fortified city, but for safety's sake, Kays decided to follow the streets and go through several cities and villages.

"It's been a while, but it's been fun, Kay."

"Yeah, Mandel, so am I."

Kay giggles as he shakes hands with Mandel.

"No, I'm sorry to hear that."

Bennett is the one with the most unfortunate look on his face as he strokes his beard. The truth is, I'm relieved that the Kays are leaving the village just now, but I won't even let that inside out for a bite.

"Really, it's the thought of getting my hair slapped behind my back."

Kay also stays smiling and answers that.

"And about the letter, thank you. Nice to meet you."

"What, cheap?"

Kay takes the envelope out of the pochette with a flickering wave to Bennett with his head down.

Anything, Bennett's daughter seems to be married to a craftsman's house in the city of Satina, and if Kay and the others stop by the city, they finally ask her to deliver the letter. They would have asked the merchant to do it, but the delivery fee would have been taken, so I guess the soul dared to float it.

"Let's certainly deliver. I'm glad you're Miss Kiska from the city of Satina.

"I'm not even old enough to be a lady."

Ho, ho, and Bennett laughing.

Next to it, Anka, a curser with a bent back, is progressing truly.

"Lord Kay,"

Anka, who took some crystal shards from her nose,

[Bondezirojn. La grandaj spiritoj benos vin.]

With a squeaky voice, chant in good spirits.

Pan, and the crystal cracked and a gentle breeze blew.

The wind-screwed crystal gleams from Anka's palm into the sky.

I thought Kay heard an innocent laugh of dullness.

"- To your journey, from Happy Tatsu."

Finish the blessing, with a good face somewhere, Anka.

"…… Thank you, ma'am."

"Thanks! Grandma Anka!"

Kay and Irene, thankful, straddle the sasquatch, to a large extent. Kay is in the saddle, and Eileen is behind it, making sure it sticks perfectly to Kay's back.

Additionally, Sasquatch, who was even put on the living stock, says "oh, funny" and I see Kay with his face, but he doesn't fly at the highest speed, so there shouldn't be any obstruction to the journey. "Sorry, please, Sasquatch," Kay stroked his neck, and Sasquatch snorted and sighed just saying, "It's the only way."

Pong, and Kay kicks his flank, Sasquatch slowly begins to move on.

"Otherwise, everyone -! I'm fine!

Behind Kay, Irene waved to the drop-off villagers and shouted. "I'm fine!" and I hear words to give back to it.

Tight. Sounds like a hoof. Irene sat back on Sasquatch's back, entering the tree and disappearing.

"... were good people, Kay?

"…… right."

To Eileen's innocent voice, duh, Kay pulls out his shoulder.

"Can you come again?

But to the question that was thrown on, often, I lost my word.

"……… I can come."

After a while.

Kay answered quietly. "We'll come back another time!" Hearing Eileen's voice...

Approximately two days since we moved into this world.

After their rest in the village, Kays set off, aiming for the city of Satina.