Vermillion

noon. The main street of the city of Satina was crowded with many people.

Mercenaries pulling the horse's reins and looking for accommodation.

A well-dressed merchant with a leather luggage bag.

I think of him as a floater, a dirty dressed kid.

Dressed in a black piercing coat, a public good slave.

Trying to slip through such a mess, Lily, alone, heads to school in a light foothold.

I guided the Kays, the day after that.

Still imitating Eileen, her hair is still ponytail today. Every time Lily takes a step, the blue ribbon shakes behind her head.

"- Hey, Lily. How you doin '?

and then. What I heard from behind was the voice of a wild man.

If I accidentally stopped and looked back, there was a smiling Boris there.

"…… Uncle"

Blink your eyes slowly, Lily, clouding your expression. A slight colour of vigilance and confusion seeping into its voice.

You can't talk to Boris much.

The face of a sad montan, and the advice, strikes me.

"Hey.... it's been a long time since I've seen you in person like this"

Boris looks in the direction of the day after tomorrow with her cheeks pounding like a solder.

As the saying goes, it's been a long time since Lily and Boris looked at each other like this. If Lily remembers correctly, would it have been another year before she last spoke? Boris himself has come to the house many times to borrow money, but Lily has been attending school during the day here lately. Compared to the old days, we never had a chance to see each other again.

"……… What's wrong? Uncle."

There was advice from his father, but he couldn't just ignore the person in front of him, and Lily, turning to Boris, gripped the hem of his skirt tightly at the top of his head.

To be honest.

Lily still doesn't hate Boris.

I can't really hate it, should I? Lily, of course, knows that these days Boris has just come to Golden's heartless and is putting his father in trouble.

Still deep in Lily's heart.

The image of Sunday's "gentle Uncle Boris" still burns hard and doesn't leave.

At an early age, when Montan and Kiska were busy working together and couldn't afford to take care of Lily.

Boris was not the only one who burned my care on their behalf.

Boris when he was brighter and still more serious than he is now. It came with young Lily's selfishness and she used to play with her horse and decency. Sometimes when a bully in my neighborhood made me cry, he was as angry as he was about me. A promenade along the river where you were put on Boris' shoulder car for a walk. The taste of honey candy bought in confidence for the montans on a path illuminated by the sunset.

Such - sepia colored memories.

Boris, whose body is dirty and her hair is blurred, and her eyes have gone completely wrong, has no shadow at the time. But that's why Lily's childhood heart also had something of an absurd sense of sympathy: "My uncle must be in trouble, too".

"No, I don't. Actually."

Hissing his voice, Boris kneels down to Lily's gaze to take a small leather bag out of her nostrils and show it to her, as she cares about her surrounding gaze.

Cha, and.

The rubbing sound of metal.

"As a matter of fact - I think it's time for Montane to return the money."

"What, really!?

The look on Lily's face became much brighter in Boris' words.

"Yeah. Actually, I'm finally going to be able to do my job well lately."

"Wow, wow, wow! Good for you, Uncle!

"Thank you. Until now, I've let Montan take care of me... and it's time to return the favor."

I laugh as I miss the leather bags - nigga.

"I'm sure my dad will love it too!... What's your uncle doing?

"Ha ha…, that's a hiccup"

"By the way," said Boris, winking properly, looking down at Lily.

"Where is Lily going?

"I'm going to school now!

"Sook. Lily's studying hard, isn't she?... but where do you do that school?

"This is Mr. Cornwell's mansion in a luxury city!

"I see. So, I guess you'll be studying until about evening?

"Yeah! Mostly, about four o'clock in the evening."

"Heh! That's awesome, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to sit at my desk and stand still for that long.... Do you always go to school alone?

"Yeah. In the beginning, my mom or dad sent me, but I'm already quiet, so I'm fine by myself!

"Ha, great. Lily's totally grown up, too!

Eh, tight eyes on Lily with her chest tightened, Boris.

"All right, well, I'm working on it, Lily."

"Look," Boris offered his right hand, exploring the pockets of his trousers with a mess.

"Let's raise your reward. It's candy."

"Wow, thanks uncle!

Lily receives a small candy ball wrapper and is happy to jump.

"Come on, so it's time for me to go. Good luck with your studies, Lily."

"Yeah! Good luck with every ounce, too!

"Oh..."

Boris, who was walking out with his back turned, grinned back.

"- I'll do my best. See you later."

"Not again!!

Dropping off Boris' back, which disappears into clutter, Lily also heads to the school in an exhilarating manner.

As I walked, I opened the candy balls wrapper. Amber, round candy balls. When I just threw it into my mouth, the aromatic aroma and mellow sweetness of the honey spread all over me.

"……… Phew."

Lily smiles happily as she rolls the candy over her tongue. The footsteps, which were originally light, are now like skipping.

I was happy.

Boris is back again, like he used to.

(Now I guess I'll review my dad, too, about my uncle)

As if it were about me, proud.

Lily believed.

Again, there will come a day when Boris and Montan can get along.

When it's all headed towards happiness...

That's when Lily believed.

†††

"Expensive! Thirty silver coins are coming up!?

"Yikes, I can't lose a sentence any more!!

Along the river northeast of Satina, at the dock outside the city, Kay argued with the bowman.

Up to the downstream town of Euria! If you're going to Wolvern, then why are you so expensive when you're just riding the corner, the stream of the river!

"Buckalow! How much place do you think I'd take if I got four horses on board!! There are plenty of items to put on this one, it's not profitable if you don't take it!!

"That's why silver 30 is too much to blow! What, are you guys going to carry even gold and silver treasures!?

"You can't carry it even if you want to!! Normally if I had loads of materials and furniture, I'd have about 30 silver!!

Momentum to fly a mouth angle bubble, two people poking their foreheads together and making a scene. Irene watches as sailors load the ship with materials as she turns a frivolous gaze on Kay, with a "uh" face.

"Uh okay! That's enough! I'm sorry, but let me hit something else!

"This one, like Temehe, is a wish! He's gone! He's gone!

After a while, Kay, who ended up in a fight rather than a negotiated breakup, turns his back on the bow and walks out.

"Damn, that's unpleasant, and this guy always blows up!

"I'm looking at your feet, now this is the third person..."

Next to Kay, who pisses off his shoulders, Eileen sighed small.

The starting point was the information that 'Wolvern can be reached by boat'.

Yesterday, after hitting and selling weapons in the Old Town, Kay and the others decided to look for a job as an escort to join the caravan heading to Wolvern.

Because he decided it was dangerous to continue his journey for two on the road from Taaf with the raids of the people of the meadows. Travelling with the caravan and their escort warriors can reduce the likelihood of being attacked a lot.

However.

In conclusion, Kay and the others could not even pay to be escorted and added to the caravan.

For some reason.

For one thing, it's because of Kay's lack of credibility.

Essentially, in a world where adventurer guilds and something magical do not exist, casual identification is what people are asked to introduce to work regardless of industry. In the game, doing NPC's work for every simple request several times, and increasing its credibility, was a mechanism for freeing up more difficult jobs such as escorts.

Four days after the transfer to this world, there is no back shield for Kays, who are naturally Gentiles (Etrangers). As far as Satina is concerned, the arrow craftsman Montane is' face-to-face ', but it is only a pattern between the customer and the store owner, and he will not guarantee Kay's becoming a person.

Thus, the identity was not obvious, there was no guarantor, and Kay looked like a meadow people, and if he were to speak English for the 'people of the snow fields' known for its crude nature to Eileen, he couldn't help but think that he didn't want to be added to his people. Seriously, just because Kay looks at it all the time and finds out he's a tough warrior, he's not tough. Because if Kay was a rogue, it wouldn't be the bug-biting noise in the lion.

Still, one of the luxuries suggested accepting the Kays on the road to Wolvern, subject to 'lending' Eileen, but naturally the story kicked in. And in the end, without finding a caravan to rendezvous with, what I heard was that I could go to Wolvern, not by land, but by waterway.

Satina is a city facing the "Morra River", which is why river shipping is taking place downstream - to the north. If you take a ride down the river, you can travel much faster and safer than by land.

But speedily 'down' the river goes as far as Lake Schnapeia, halfway between Wolvern and Satina. To go north from there, we must now retrace the "Aria River" flowing from Wolvern's side.

Wolvern is also a city in the highlands, just like Satina.

I can't even say it's fast to flatter you to retroactively trace the river, as it will basically defy the river flow with wind and manpower. Thus, from Euria, the town of Lake Schnapeia, we have to switch to land - but Kay thought that if we could still shorten the land route in half, we would never have crossed it.

I was thinking about it.

That's where I stood up was just the 'fare' issue.

"Even though this is the Big Band, I'm licking 30 silver coins."

"…… at all."

Hands behind your head, Irene says blurry. Kay's words walking next to it seeped in an irresistible frustration.

I've been negotiating with the shipowners at the dock many times since before, but Kay and the others have all had their fares blown up. Thirty pieces of silver coins, etc., are still the hot ones, ranging from 50 pieces of silver coins to those who demand an amount close to gold coins at the end.

Around 30 pieces of silver coins are in the market - which means it's not in boulders, Kay thinks. Not the amount you can't pay if you're the Kays today, but when it comes to 30 pieces of silver coins in the first place, it's equal to three years' worth of food for an adult male commoner. Earlier, the bowman said that it would normally be that much if he carried the load, but he couldn't have made that much money just carrying the furniture and the materials.

Whether it's a business-strength, mean to a stranger, or simply a hassle and I don't want to put you on a boat - either way, it's a witty story.

After that, he continued to call out to the boat head, but eventually Kay and the others returned to the lodging without being offered an amount less than 30 pieces of silver coins.

"Aah…… I'm kind of tired for nothing"

"Nah."

Two of us, uh- we can lay ourselves in each bed all the time. I had a terrible drowsiness about whether packing lunch that I hesitated to before I went out just overlapped with my digestive time.

…………

Often, the silence just boggles over the ceiling. Shivering and descending, relaxed apathy.

"…… hey, Kay."

Pompous, Eileen called Kay.

"Yeah?"

"Go to Wolvern. … and then what is Kay going to do?

Looking slightly to the side, in the bed on the other side, Eileen, who had hit a turnaround, stared at me.

"That's true……"

With her gaze back on the ceiling, Kay shrugs small, blurring her thoughts.

Fortress city of Wolvern. Also known as "The Principality".

The forefront of the Lilleil region, where the Lord Alial-Klause-Wulvern-Akland set up his castle, favours the interracial peoples of the north. Follow several major cities, such as the castle city of Satina and the port city of Kitene, to form the Commonwealth of Akland.

That's the information I gathered yesterday during the interview.

"... Let's go do it first with the 'Metropolitan Library', which seems to be in Wolvern. The usage fee is fairly high, but it seems to be open to the general public, and I would like to examine this history and heritage. I don't know why we're in this world, but we might be able to get a clue."

Even if it is good that 'here' is a different world, the cause of the transfer to this world still remains a mystery. After breaking into the thick fog in the game, I don't remember what happened there - neither Kay nor Irene remembered anything.

It was so disgusting that I didn't know anything about it.

Has anyone summoned the Kays?

Or is it some other paranormal attributed to 'something'?

It's Kay's idea to at least keep an eye on what the cause is.

"So... find out what you're going to do with it?

"……… Uhm."

Kei roared at Irene's continued inquiry, saying, "I've been poked where it hurts," and stared back into his blue eyes, hitting a crappy turn myself.

"To be honest, I haven't decided what I'm going to do after that,... You might wonder what you're talking about now, but I'm still confused, too."

Watching how it goes. Kay continued her words to Irene, who did not change her sincere expression.

"Originally, I was only thinking about 'living a little longer and enjoying the game for even a second' I..."

For Kay, [DEMONDAL] was no longer the purpose of life.

For the last three years, the game has been a life, you can even say.

That suddenly became a reality - I didn't know what the purpose of living was.

"So I can't think of any. I can't imagine. My future is coming..."

"Yeah... I'm the same. I don't know what to do. I wonder what I want to do…"

With a blurred look, Eileen whispers.

"…… that's hard."

Off his gaze, Kay, getting out of bed, leans against the window and drops his eyes on the shopping mall mess.

It's a beautiful day.

Merchants who carefully value decorated textiles to travellers who incandescently negotiate discounts with store owners. Peasants walking fast on their backs carrying cages with fruit, children running around trying to slip through them.

And, one little boy kicked into the cobblestone, rubbing his knees off and crying out loud. And the straw and the children gathered round about them, comforted by the adult who wanted to pass by, and the boy was drawn away by his friends as he walked away.

"Hey, Kay. Kay doesn't want to go home..."

From behind, Irene's voice thrown reluctantly.

"... don't think so. Even if I could go back to my world, I'd live here."

"That's true…………"

As Kay looked back, Eileen lay low and nodded at her pillow.

"……… Irene, what do you think?

"Me?... I don't know."

Often, Irene stops moving.

In a matter of seconds or so, bah, face up,

"I don't know!

"Don't you see?"

"Yeah.... I'm not as real as Kay, but I'm not as real as I was."

For a moment, a gaze that gets so far away.

I realize that's what they said, Irene - and that Andrei, too, was a fine abolitionist, almost like keeping me logged in all day.

If this girl, who is still young, was also carrying something that led her to the virtual world.

"- Right."

Kay shrugged her shoulders small and smiled with a lingering smile. Eileen must have a lot going on. I guess there's still room to worry about not responding instantly to "live here," like Kay did, but if he still doesn't talk, Kay doesn't even have to dare to ask.

"Well, nothing hastily comes to a conclusion. I just don't have a choice..."

"... right. Don't you have to give me an answer now? In the first place, I don't even know if I can go home! All right! Pending!

Wake up your torso, put your arms together. Yeah, nodding Irene. I feel compelled to switch tensions, but what I'm saying is ultimately correct in itself. I don't even know how I got here in the first place before I left.

Moreover,

(... what is happening to our flesh now)

I wonder if I'm still alive.

That question also came to my mind, but I didn't put it to my mouth.

"Okay! If you decide that, you can't help it if you're dazed! Kay, I have a proposition for you!

Eileen raises her hand bah.

"Hmm, what?

"Let's just sell off about two horses! There are too many four heads on the journey for two. I'm sure the shipowners were blowing it up, but I think it's true that horses take places."

"... right. With four heads, maintenance costs won't be foolish, and you'd be ant to sell them here. The problem is……………………"

With a sinister face, Kay looked around the room. A four-person room for two in luxury. It looks pretty neat and wide because I disposed of all the martial arts of the people of the meadow. but I still have a lot of possessions because I bought a few large arrows that fit that in the arrows of the montan and a new pair of tripods, blankets, tents and other fine groceries in a small pot that assumes wild accommodation.

"You carry all this with two horses......"

"Uh-huh. You're gonna figure this out, right?

"No, I think we can handle that."

The problem is its allocation.

When I calm down and look at it again - I notice that the arrows and arrows occupy the bulk of my luggage.

be noticed.

…………

Kay smiles dry and stares at a few arrows between the walls. Irene, who perceived it, "Yikes," rose out of bed and began to colour the arrows.

Pulled out of the arrow is a colorful bottle of colour - a selling complaining arrow that changes the melody. Irene said a word to Bosoli, as she sat in the light of day.

"……… Here, what good is it?"

"……… It will help."

Kay answers while turning away.

"Really?

"Also, of course. For example... Look, it's me."

Look for words.

"…… a signal or something."

"When are you going to use it on who?"

Pep, and Eileen's scratches flank.

"No, other than that. For example... you see, attracting enemy attention or something! I think a beast opponent or something would work, it could be used for an attack for once... but then a normal arrow would be better from the start... yeah..."

Irene said nothing at the earliest, smiling vaguely at Kay as she moved her hands like some sort of mollusk animal, trying to follow her in the direction of self-destruction.

and at that time,

"-"

Suddenly, a tingly sharp sensation runs on his neck muscle and Kay looks back like he was bounced.

……

"What's up, Kay?

"…… No,"

Is it my fault? I felt something like gaze.

I looked out the window and didn't see anything particularly unusual. It's just one raven on the roof across the street, gah, and it flies away.

"I thought they saw something."

"You're out of your mind. I don't know, Kay, what the hell, you arrow! What the hell kind of use is that? Here."

The next thing Eileen took out was a mechanical arrow that she had categorized as surprised Kay. Instead of arrows, the tip is mounted like a metal case.

"Oh, or that! That is Mr Montane's self-confidence. What a substitute for being able to control a large number of enemies with just one bottle."

"……… How?

"Mm-hmm. Actually, that tipped cartridge has a surprisingly small dart in it. With wire and spring tricks, darts are scattered radially forward. Quick story is a shotgun. It seems that the distance at which the trick is activated can be adjusted with this knob, from 5m to 15m"

"Heh, heh."

Eileen was slightly distracted by Kay, who explains that she was very specific.

"… However, due to the characteristic of darts, penetration is limited. If the opponent has a shield or is equipped with harder armor than leather protective equipment, it will hardly work……"

"What the hell? That's not working at all!!

Bishy, and the penetration flanks.

"I knew it was subtle. Let's return it. - Kay."

"That's why I bought it so generously before I bought it from an adult………"

To Kay, who can swim his eyes, Irene gets annoyed and goes on offense.

"Nothing good. If you return it -!

"But then I feel bad for Mr. Montan……………"

"He said he didn't care! They're in business too!

"Uh-huh."

"If you can't use it, it doesn't make sense, and you can just say, 'If I thought calmly, I still didn't want it'?

"Well, I don't know………"

Discuss the practicality of the arrows and the necessity of returning them in a noisy manner.

While doing so, I completely forgot about the discomfort I felt earlier.

†††

And by the time the sun starts to set.

After discussing it over dinner, some arrows that were clearly unlikely to help were to be returned, and the Kays headed back to Montan's workshop.

"Uhm…… I'm still sorry…………"

"Don't worry about it, Kay."

As we approach Montan's workshop, Eileen doesn't show Kay how much she cares at all as the awkwardness recruits and the footsteps get heavy. Rather than reluctance and compassion, the differences in nationality are shown in a realistic way.

In the meantime, as he was walking down the boulevard, Kay turned a blind eye to the open-air merchant of green fruit, who was beginning to shuffle around.

"Yes, even one of the souvenirs..."

"…… so I care too much"

Irene smiles unintentionally at Kay, who is weak everywhere. That said, we both went out and picked up an outdoor shop, bought a ripe Sacramento Irene said she liked Lily, and decided to make it a souvenir.

Get to the workshop.

Even though the sun was about to set and it was getting dark, there was no light on the Montan house, and there was a secluded atmosphere somewhere.

"Excuse me, it's me, it's Kay."

Good afternoon, knocking on the door of the table, but no reply from inside the dark workshop.

"……… Looks like you're away?

"I don't know."

When I put my hand on the door knob while twisting my neck, it wasn't locked.

"……… Montaner? Are you there?"

reluctantly, open the door and enter the workshop. Then a rattling noise sounded in the back room, and Montan appeared flustered.

"Mr. Kay. I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."

"... both of you are here..."

Following Montan, Kiska also faces from the back. Neither one of us has a superior complexion. He had that look on his face, like he was a jerk somewhere.

"Oh… I'm sorry, were you taking something in?"

I felt a nasty vibe from the way they were doing, and Kay, meandering, asked,

"No! No... No, I don't. Never mind."

A strong tone, Montan denies.

"... and what can I do for you?

In an unspoken tone, or rather, a firm attitude that did not allow for further pursuit, Montane went on to say the word extremely clerically.

"Hmmm... No, it's hard to say, actually, as a result of a lot of thought since I left yesterday..."

As Kay cuts out the requirements, the look on Montan's face becomes more rugged as he removes a large arrow barrel from his waist. With an indescribable sense of awkwardness, Kay was moving on.

"Um, Kiska"

Eileen talks to Kiska, holding a paper bag with a sawdust in her hand, about Kay like that.

"Yeah Irene. What's wrong?"

"This. It's a sawdust."

I gently offered him a bag so that he cared about his pale kiska. Kisca receives it in blurry and sleepwalking movements.

"Just what looks delicious was selling it at an open-air merchant. Think we should all eat... Look, it was just Lily's favorite, right?

Kiska, staring at the bag in her hand, looks up at the words all the time.

"... Speaking of which, is Lily not here?

Just like I thought. Eileen's question was casual, given the darkness outside.

…………

But Kiska, pale in the face and lumping her lips, sits on the spot, nagging as if her hips had fallen out.

"Ugh..., guh..."

"Eh? Eh?

Irene, holding the paper bag to her chest and starting to spill tears from her pompous eyes, stiffens a little.

"Kiska."

I realize my wife has cried out, and the montan rushes over to care. Montan stroked his back, and Kiska started crying out loud, holding the paper bag.

"... Something happened"

…………

To Eileen's fearful inquiry, Montan, however, remains silent and leans down, answering nothing.

"Lily, Lily, Lily…,"

Kiska crying,

"... Lily was kidnapped..."

Eileen took a lot of breath, and Kay made her expression rude. To his confessed wife, Montan holds his forehead and shakes his head.

"What's the meaning of this?"

…………

A montan who stood up silently disappeared into the back room. Back off, and the sound of exploring something, not to mention holding two envelopes in its hand, and coming back.

"... Usually, it was about Lily's time to come home. The door was knocked, so when I came to the table, I was left with this letter without anyone."

That's what I'm offering you, a single envelope. Eileen receives it and Kay peeks in from behind. In the dim workshop, the letter was very difficult to read, but Kay's eyes clearly read the text without taking it for a thing.

Dirty words, like punched and written, like deliberately broken fonts. There was a line of threatening texts such as' I kept my daughter's personality ',' Don't let the guards know about this' and 'One gold coin as ransom'.

"A piece of gold…………?

That, Kay, flattered by the too expensive ransom,

"To the guards, have you already informed the guards!?

Irene stuck to Montan with such a look, like she was driven by agony.

"... informed, tried. But......"

With a bitter face, Montan explains.

Of course, Montan and Kiska, greatly upset after receiving this letter, apparently still tried to consult with one guard on the alert who happened to want to pass in front of the house.

But the minute he opened the door to speak to the guard, he noticed the second envelope that was placed in front of him.

"That's it."

Open the second one from your hand, and I'll show you the text. It said, "You tried to tell the guards," "There's no next time," "Next time, think there's no life for your daughter," etc.

"And... this is..."

The one I took out of the envelope with my trembling hand was a brown blonde, just like Montan's.

- Lily's hair.

"I'm being watched. I can't move. Assuming I make contact with the guards, they'll see……"

rattling and a montan that shivers its body like it's frozen.

"As stated in that letter, the kidnappers demand that you bring the ransom around the entrance to the slam at the beginning of tomorrow. I ran around with this (ho) body (ho) and collected as much money as I could, but it's still not far from a single piece of gold..."

The eyes of Montan, who raised his face, were stained with a color of despair similar to nothingness.

"Mr. Kay. It's the afterlife."

without force. A montan on his knees,

"- Give me the money. Please lend me your money...... Huh!

At Kay's feet, make sure he leads.

"Just a little. It's just a little bit okay. I don't know if I can get a single gold coin, but if I can get a little more ransom, I think Lily can get it back. So, so!

In tears, sue.

"Please, lend me your money…………"

…………

Kay shut up.

- It was not noise where the product was returned.

Only the sound of montans and kiskas sobbing in the dim workshop.

"…… I'm sorry. That's all I have right now."

Kay, who explored the nostalgia, took out five pieces of silver coins and let them grip into Montan's hands.

Ha, and the montan with his eyes open,

"This, so much! Thank you, thank you! Thank you!!

Sneezing his face, he lowered his head to Kay many times as he drowned to his snot.

- Actually.

Though I have more silver coins in my pocket.

(This is......... maybe not)

That the kidnapped child is definitely kept alive - especially since Kay was not as optimistic as he seems to be in this world. And even if he was alive, he paid the ransom, and there's no certainty that he'll be back safely.

fundraising, or charity.

Such a word crosses the back of my brain. A line of compromise that overtakes this occasion and tries to settle a certain extent within you.

Hear the words of Montan and Kiska, thankful again and again, with a cold heart somewhere.

But if you look to the side, Eileen will have a note placed on the work table with her eating eyes.

If you want to say more - I notice you staring at 'The Blonde in a Brown Room'.

…………

Irene, who reached out softly, recovered some of her hair so that the montans wouldn't notice.

Phew.

Blue eyes look at Kay for a moment.

"…… Kay. I'm going back first."

"Ah, hey! Eileen!"

Without even hearing Kay stop, Eileen ran and left the workshop.

"Hey, Eileen!

By the time Kay returned to the inn, Eileen had already changed into a black outfit and carried a sabel on her back.

"Irene, what are you thinking!

"I've decided that! We're going to help!

Irene responds instantly to Kay's query with a face saying, "What are you talking about?"

"... ugh."

Just as the answer could have been expected, Kay held her forehead and looked to heaven so that she could have a headache. Such a kay, Eileen wears a belt of throwing knife, a glove on her hand, a shin on her leg and a gradual battle posture.

"... okay, calm down. Relax, Eileen. We're not in the game world right now."

"I know that."

"No, you don't understand! It's easy to say 'go help', but you don't understand what that means!

Irene with a clear attitude accidentally made Kay's tone rough.

"I know what you're thinking! [Tracking] So if you use your hair, you can easily see where Lily is! But Irene, this time, as far as I can tell, you're not alone! If you're going to help, you're going to fight the murderers!

I glanced at the end of my face.

"When that happens, can you kill people?

"……… to the bad guy, I'm not going to condone it"

For a moment. But Kay took it as a sign of Eileen's hesitation.

"... you're ready, Eileen. Whether you can really do that or not is a different matter."

"I can. I'm cool right now, but I'm mad at you at the same time, Kay. I can't believe the ransom is a piece of gold, I just don't think I'm going to give Lily back. I can't let that happen."

In return, Kay seems to wander unexpectedly over that blue-eyed straightness.

But before it did, his eyes wobbled and Eileen glanced away at random.

"… Of course, this is on my own. So I'm not going to get Kay involved. I'll do this alone."

"…… What?

Tingly, Kay's eyebrows jumped.

A slight irritation runs into my mind.

- No. I'm not.

- That's not what this is about.

"City warfare is not convenient for Kay. But on the contrary, it's a good field for me. It feels good to be alone in time."

"Eileen."

Keeping her words to herself, Irene, grabbed both of those shoulders, and Kay peered into her eyes.

……

I often get lost watching Irene's confused expression at close range. What to say.

"… Eileen. This isn't the game world, it's real. Unlike the game, I don't know what's going to happen. A moment of alarm, just a few misreadings, is deadly. I don't have to get hurt... I could die. Are you sure you understand that………?

Eileen's expression is hard on Kay's whispering, begging tone.

But at the same time. It was sincere everywhere.

"... Kay might think about what you're talking about once you've saved your life. Still, I can't leave Lily alone. If it's not the world of games, it's outrageous. Lily's not an NPC, she's a living person. I'll help her."

"Why not? Why, I didn't even ask you to do it... it's none of our business..."

"'Doesn't matter' cause!?

Irene, with an incredible face, waved Kay's arm off.

"There would be no way 'it doesn't matter'! We're already involved with them!? There's no such thing as' irrelevant ', Kay!

Anyway, Irene, who shook her head, continued her words.

"I... I have the power. Look for Lily, there's just enough power to save her! Of course, I know it's dangerous. I could die, and I could kill myself. … Still,"

Still, I rebuffed my thoughts.

"To me, if I can do that. To me, if anyone can save me. I should do it. You have as much power as you can, but you decided not to see it, and then you wind your tail and run away, which is, -"

to lean down, to squeeze out his voice,

"- It's about" no one "."

It's on.

The shock of being hit in the head struck Kay.

Ignorance, but therefore can be said, pure words.

But that sense of purity of justice was too sharp for Kay today.

Irene, who devours her teeth and leans down, can't see Kay's expression in dismay.

…………

When Eileen raised her face to the sound of getting out of the way, Kay was holding her face down and lowering her hips to the bed without force.

"…… on your own."

In a dark, sinking, blurry tone, I realize that my unleashed phrase hurt Kay badly.

And I realized, therefore, I could say nothing more. Because I intuitively guessed that if I spoke of something that would get Kay in the mood here, it would further deepen the groove between them.

"... sorry."

Just one word, I apologized.

…………

Kay remained silent, but cursorily reached for his hip pouch and pulled 'it' out of it and threw it at Eileen.

When Irene rushed to take it, it was a glass bottle.

Inside, thick, viscous, blue liquid is shaking.

- High potion.

"……… take it."

Keeping her gaze off, Kay tells her to whine.

"…… Thank you."

Short, answer.

Tan, and a small sound sounds.

When Kay looked up, there was no more of the girl.

Put people's business under their eyes.

Stepped on the roof, a girl in black.

Bubble.

A cold breeze stirred by the walls of the building and blowing over.

The black muffler flows, twinkling, and flickering.

- I'll see.

Outside the castle, the land of meadows stretching west.

The sun at dusk - sets.

Look up, the moon.

Goddess of the night shining in silver.

From the sea color to the herd blue.

The sky changes its appearance.

Horizon staring again.

The sun - set.

"Come on...... it's time for o (...) re (...) ch (...)"

I shrugged small, girl.

To be removed from the nostalgia is a crystal shard.

Like prayer. As I wish.

For a moment, the meditated girl,

[Mi dedicas al vi tiun katalizilo.]

Drop shards from their hands.

Clear crystals, pulled by gravity.

and pun,.

It's swallowed by the shadows at your feet.

On purpose, all the way.

Twitch, twitch.

Demonic stuff.

[Maiden krepusko, Kerstin.]

Breathe.

Girl, summon.

[VI aperos.]

Fulfilling, witchcraft.

- The black shadow responded to that.