Vermillion

The next morning.

Once again, the caravan left a little later than planned.

Needless to say, Pierre's carriage. After a careful repair with the help of a village blacksmith, he ate a lot of time instead, although he fixed it to a level where there was normally no problem getting the speed out.

If anything happens, I'll leave it this time - that's Holland, the head of the caravan.

ragged and the rolling sound of the wheels.

Kay, rocking on Sasquatch's back, was beside Pierre's carriage, for whatever reason.

"Hey, Kay, I'm glad you're here."

Pierre smiles with Nico, holding the carriage's reins. He's a skinny guy in his late twenties, a young pedestrian with a carriage with a knock up from an apprentice. but compared to Holland and other merchants, I get the impression that it's because I just started doing business and I don't have the financial resources, or because of its poor personality again.

"If anything happens again, please do it then! I'm counting on you, Kay."

"…… Thank you."

Replying raw to Pierre's words, Kay sighs small to the point of being unpretentious.

The point was the placement conversion.

Yesterday, Pierre seemed very impressed with Kay's arm strength and asked Holland to put Kay aside to follow up on the occasion. And Holland, who had no particular reason to say no, approved it lightly.

In the first place, Kay and Irene are surplus fighters in this caravan, personnel that were not originally needed. I was simply screwed into a 'escort' position where I would otherwise participate as just a traveler by Conne of the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce.

I mean, from Holland, I don't care about Kay's placement. Whether that's the center or the rear.

(- Well, that's fine.)

Mmm, and Kay looked difficult. Seen with a tight eye, dozens of meters away.

Eileen across Suzuka - and a blonde young man walking beside her.

(... you don't have to go in front of him!

Needless to say, it's Alexei.

Joining a caravan as a traveler, he is a warrior but not an escort, and therefore does not incur any special obligations instead of receiving a salary. At best, it's enough for a caravan to do a helper knife when it's raided, and then whatever it is you're doing, as long as it doesn't bother everyone.

Now he is joyfully speaking to Eileen as he walks with his big crotch, hands behind his head in the potent weather.

"Find, Find, Find, Find?"

"Find о?"

"\орарарананана..."

A fun conversation between two people, flowing in the wind. It's Russian, so it's refreshing to know what you're talking about, but it's been at this rate all morning.

…………

What a -, restless mood. "Eileen is talking to someone in Russian," if you put it into words, that's all. But that's all I care about. Because I don't know what the conversation is about, because Alexei is strangely familiar, or...

Or………….

"……… Phew."

Take a small sigh.

How did you manage this unexplained emotion that springs from the depths of your chest? On a lonely horse, Kay was haunting one's head.

Or if Kay has been observing the two of us closely.

Alexei accounted for the bulk of the conversation, and Eileen may have noticed that while pinching the question, she was basically just hammering it.

"What's wrong, Kay? You don't look well, though."

When I'm blurred, I get a voice from the side.

If you look at it, your right hand, Pierre's face peering this way to worry.

"…… No,"

For a moment, I said, "It's your fault!" Driven by the urge to say, "Kay shook her head, flinching her hand and deluding.

"That's not true. As usual, I'm fine."

"Really?

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

So, uh, I remember what Alexei said last night.

I know Pierre's husband personally.

"…… hey, Pierre, I want to ask you one thing"

"Hmm? What? Ask me anything I know."

While bitterly smiling at Pierre with a nostalgic smile, not a bad guy.

"Last night, Alexei said, you know him personally, don't you? How did you get to know him?

"Oh, Alexei? He's the one who owes me my life."

"The benefactor of life?

An unexpected word popped up. Pierre looks away somewhere as she strokes her intriguing Kay with an approximate, slight, understated Kaisel mustache.

"I wonder if it was two years ago. It was when I was still an apprentice. I was in my master's carriage, doing business east of the Morra River, just off the streets, getting attacked by bandits."

"Ho ho."

"From the rear, I wonder if it was an ambush of bows and arrows. So I was unlucky, and one of the two escorts died instantly and the other was injured.... for once, you see, we merchants fight too."

Pierre lifts up and shows the short bow he left beside the podium.

"Master, an injured escort and some of us apprentices... We were all ready to fight, but we had a lot of opponents. I think there were seven or eight of them, and they seemed so strong. Come on, Soitz and others. I almost gave up that I can't do this anymore, that's exactly when!

Throw out the reins, and Pierre looks up to heaven.

"From the other side of the road, like crawling through the ground, like an arrow unleashed, there's one boy running wild! … that's him. Back then, I was shorter and more childish than I am now, but I was strong on books. Here's the thing, Butterbat and... we picked up the five of them in no time. The rest of the thieves ran away with their tails rolled if they weren't so hostile."

"Well, that is............ don't do it"

What leaked out of Kay's mouth was undoubtedly genuine words. Currently, Alexei looks about eighteen years old. When that was two years ago, he was less than sixteen years old. As far as I can tell, he seems to have taken control of the flight, but still killing as many as five large adults is not easy.

It's hard to be insulted - and Kay's eyes are sharp to think so.

"That sight will burn in your eyes and you won't leave. It was really strong... then by the nearby village, my master banqueted all thanks. I was an apprentice, so I couldn't do anything about it. The next time I saw him, he wanted to thank me for something."

And the other day, I happened to reunite with Alexei in the city of Satina.

"I see…………. But that's an amazing coincidence. On the outskirts of the streets, I met a strong man like him and with his assistant knife I didn't know I would get a lifetime of nine deaths......"

"Hey, I can't help but think so too."

"But he's from the snowfield, isn't he? What are you doing in such a despicable place, and alone?

To Kay's doubts, Pierre nodded often with a face,

"Anything seems to be an adult ritual martial arts training journey. According to the story, he is inscribing the 'crest' on him, only allowed by a good warrior"

"... ho"

Kay's voice pounding the gavel added some seriousness.

"The Seal" was supposedly a secret knit by the people of the Snowfield, at least in the game of [DEMONDAL]. A so-called kind of sorcery, the business of strengthening the flesh with the help of the Spirit and sealing the soul of the beast in its body.

For players to earn it, it was necessary to visit the habitat of the people of the snowfields and beat the tough trials imposed by the elders - billing items that made it possible to reduce the difficulty. Perhaps the form of surgery and the content of the trials will be the same in this world, Kay anticipates.

It's a mystery if that's open to the rest of us...

Together, thanks to a combination of billing and obsolete play, Kay is currently engraving three crests on him: "Vision Enhancement," "Body Enhancement," and "Muscle Strength."

In interpersonal combat, the presence or absence of a crest creates a significant difference in ability. It would also depend heavily on Alexei, who is not old enough, being able to stand around multiple bandit opponents. Perhaps, "Strengthen your muscles" or "strengthen your body" - see the crest that bottoms up your athletic abilities carved into you.

"It seems that the warriors of the people of the snowfields, who have earned the crest, have to wander around for about two years and hone their martial arts. After breaking up with us two years ago, he went all the way to the mining city of Gallon alone to fight demons and undisclosed tribes on the eastern border.... Oh, and,"

I remember, just saying, Pierre smiled nicely.

"In Alexei's case, we're looking for a daughter-in-law to put new blood in."

"……… ho."

Kay's voice hitting the gavel lowered the temperature slightly.

"Hehe, what's up, Kay"

Pinch Pierre on the other side. Dagmal, who was listening in silence on the horse, laughs when he sees Kay's face.

"Are you that concerned? Your wife."

With an amusing strange face, Dagmar sent a slightly meaningful gaze forward.

I noticed that "your wife" was pointing to Eileen for a few seconds.

"Nothing, it's not like that"

I waved to Kay's denial of the quick talk, "Is that true?" and Dagmal, who darkens his grin. Muddled by that smile - wondering why she was muddled - Kay coughed up loudly to calm herself down.

"- Nothing, she's not my wife, she's not my lover. In the first place, we're not related."

"Huh?"

To Kay's words, Dagmal speaks out like he's out of his mind.

"... even though you slept in a tent with that girl."

"Well, that, yes……………"

It was Kay who made a sinister face at Dagmal's pointing out of the knife to return.

Last night, Kay and Irene slept in the same tent.

Sometimes Kay fell asleep first because of the night shift, and the feeling that they were all in place and IN the tent is thin, but it is true that they slept together at close proximity to the escort.

Because the two of us are safer in many ways than one - because we don't know each other besides Kay - because there is only one tent with a limited amount of luggage that we can carry - for various reasons, but at least, 'I didn't feel the need to sleep separately' can also be said to be true. Until now, I have been scattered and kept the same room in my room, and I am not talking about what is now.

"I'm sleeping in a tent with you, but there's no such thing as contact."

"... Are you serious?

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

Dougmar and Pierre face to face with expressions such as "incomprehensible" to Kay, who snorts heavily. Eventually, as Dagmal guessed something,

"Is that so... you, were you a man? Next time I'll call you gay, not Kay."

"No, that's not it!

Unexpectedly absurd his voice as he was about to slip off the top of the sasquatch.

"No, because....... hey?

Pierre, who had his eyes turned to Dagmal asking for his consent, and nodded yeah,

"It's weird that you're with such a beautiful woman and there's nothing there. I was wondering if I was in love with her."

"... a close friend but not a lover"

"But, Kay, you slept with a girl like that, don't you think?

Unbelievable, Dagmal stepped out of his body with his face.

"Normally, if all those beauties leave you defenseless, you go in, right? A man."

Gestures that make a circle with your left hand and insert your right finger.

"No, that is….."

A slight blush and a slight response from Kay is confusing.

To be honest.

Kay is also a man.

There's no way you don't think anything of a beautiful girl like Eileen in front of you.

And this, at the moment, was also the biggest problem facing Kay.

Eileen and Alexei. Watching the two of them talking gives me a feeling of a glimmer in my chest.

alienation, crisis, anxiety.

Many words come up in my head enough to describe these. But Kay thinks the simplest and most powerful of these is still 'jealousy'.

- So, why does this make you jealous?

Competitive awareness of Alexei, he said. Put your hand on your chest and say, "This is love………?" It's easy to ask yourself.

But is the kind of obsession you have with Eileen purely due to the love affair you fulfill?

That's what Kay doesn't know. I doubt it, I could have said.

- Or are you just trying to justify your desire for Eileen by sublimating her to 'love'?

Seems so, I can't help it. Simply, aren't you just swayed by lust? Are you trying to think that you like Eileen because you want the opening?

Because Kay thinks it's... rude to her.

Originally, Kay wasn't that sexually aggressive the type before he came to 'Here'.

Peak, probably in his mid-teens. Since then, it has been common, but the progression of the terminal symptoms has also started to affect the genitalia, and it has been suddenly awakened from around twenty years later. Just before the metastasis, Kay was interested, but did not feel uneven, and it seemed like every day could be said to be almost sage time.

But with a new flesh in this world, ten days and a little more are about to pass.

The overly healthy flesh even felt as if it was increasing its desire day by day. When I was staying in Satina, I did something in the direction of handling it myself, unknowingly, but the caravan basically has no privacy. This was a very difficult situation.

Still, the reason I was trying to endure is about to collapse due to the advent of Alexei. I want to break in between Alexei and Irene. I just want you to look at yourself. I want to talk to Irene more. I want to give myself up to such impulsive desire. But soon afterwards, this is what I think.

(I really like Eileen.)

Eileen, Andrei and I have known each other for two years. We are obsolete to each other and have enjoyed a lot of time, albeit in virtual space.

But that's just a 'friend'. Intimate, but good or bad, that's all the relationship. Kay has always thought of Andrei as a man.

That's, come to 'this one' and find out it's a girl...

Because after ten days, what about suddenly becoming a 'like'?

(… In the end, that's for the body……)

When I stuck it, I had to come to that conclusion.

"Uh-huh..."

Wrinkles between the eyebrows, Kay suddenly starts thinking with a difficult face.

…………

Dougmar and Pierre looked at each other again and shrugged their shoulders small.

†††

Where the sun sets abundantly.

The caravan, who could not reach the next village by dusk, pulled a carriage on the shoulder of the street to prepare the camp.

"The density of the trees is thin around here, and no beast is that dangerous. but that's why I don't know about humans..."

"On the night shift, let's get in the mood. I think it's okay to divide everyone into three groups, one in each of the three places in the rotation."

Those who were the Lord, such as Holland and Dagmar, are gathered to discuss tonight's turn. Looking at it sideways, with the hammer in one hand, Kay was solemnly setting up the tent.

"Well, am I going to turn to the boulder today?

Eileen says with a heartless or excited face as Kay ties the rope, supporting the fabric from the other side.

We camped inside the village last night, which means it's relatively safe, so the night's turn took place in small numbers. Kay is one of those people who has been unluckily hit by it, but Eileen seems to have had plenty of sleep through the morning. But that, as for him, seems to have been dissatisfied, the innocent look he expects that there may be a night shift, even looks like a child who came to camp.

Irene remained the same, and Kay agreed with a gentle smile.

"As far as my husbands are concerned, it looks like we're going to get more people this evening. Hey, Gooska, for sleeping yesterday, aren't you going to turn the tight one around?

"Gaye. Give him a break!

Laughing loudly, I finish tenting. Pampered, and Kay stood up with a cloak hem on,

"Well... Then I guess it's time for dinner. Marie's wife..."

"Hey Eileen!!

Kay's words were overwritten by the prestigious call.

Kay looks back fed up with whether he's still here or not...... Next to it, Eileen looks up to heaven for a moment with "Oiyo YOI......"

"Find, find, find, find, find, destroy?"

It was Alexei who came to heighten the tension with a good smile.

"I'm going to find you..."

"сереноно? ророноно сана, ранананана, рананананина нананана -"

For a fun Alexei, Irene smiles to go with it. And Kay flashing it forward, and the faces of the caravans watching the three of them farther afield.

"- Well, here's the rotation, then."

"Right. Bandits are horrible, they've never gone beyond caution..."

As always, Holland discusses the night shift. While listening to that conversation, Kay turned to look at the flames of the bonfire, but as she watched the shadows shake every bit, a little idea and a slight prank sprout.

…………

do it, and make an ill-willed smile and turn back to Eileen.

"Hey, Eileen. I'm sorry I'm talking to you, but can I talk to you for a second? '

"Huh?

Irene blinked her pussy and eyes at Kay, who had forcefully interrupted the conversation, regardless of Alexei.

"Sure, but..."

bewildered expression,

'… but why Spirit Language (Esperanto)?'

Eileen tilts her neck while returning herself in Esperanto, too. Kay put his arms around her, laughing bitterly that there had been this exchange before.

Because it's the subject of witchcraft, and I don't want anyone else to hear about it.

'Oh, that's the thing. Speaking of which, I was going to show Edda some magic...'

I totally forgot, Irene slapping her forehead pessimistically. At the edge of his sight, Alexei, who was black-and-white with her eyes on the rewards of different languages that began abruptly, appeared petty in Kay's eyes.

'Well, later. No. So?'

"Right, it's related to Edda's story, but it's about your magic."

Switching his expression to something serious, Kay cuts out the story. Though thoughtful, it's not just a return of interest to Alexei.

"Hey, Eileen. With your Kerstin, do you think you can use a technique like a night shift or a vigilance sensor?

"…… Hmm."

To Kay's inquiry, Irene often thinks as she strokes her lips with her fingertips.

'... it would have been' NO 'if it had been in the game... but I don't know if it was this world. Don't think you might be able to.'

'Hmm, still is. I agree. "

"Something tells me the Spirit has gotten smarter since I got here." You mean Kerstin's flexibility in his thinking has increased. '

"Well, I think my sheaves have become honest without a heart."

Yeah, yeah, and the two of us nod at each other.

The magic of [DEMONDAL] is a little heterogeneous compared to other gays. For the Japanese, it might be better to call them "summoning" rather than "witchcraft". It is that characteristic that the subject exercising the technique is not to the player, but to the contractual spirit.

In the game, there is first an NPC called "Spirit," which allows the player to contract with the Spirit by fulfilling certain conditions. At the dawn of the covenant, the basic system is that by devoting magic and catalysts, the Spirit will be able to 'exercise' his power.

Within the game, this specification was well likened to the relationship between 'craftsman' and 'customer'. "Craftsman" is the "Spirit," "Guest" is the "Player," "Guest" pays the "Price" is the "Magic."

For example, suppose there was a confectioner here. The customer orders "I want these treats" and pays for them. If there is too much money, the craftsman returns the change and gives the ordered treat to the customer - this is the sequence of magic in [DEMONDAL], from input to output.

It's not just money here, but flour, butter, etc. that I take with me and negotiate, "Please make it a little cheaper because I'm going to put this up," which is the "catalyst" of magic. Craftsmen take it and discount it if they want it, and charge it mercilessly if they don't want it. If the price goes negative, they will sell out their guts and die as they are, but this is the "dead end" of the magic.

By the way, you can also go to the confectioner's and take the slab and negotiate "I'll pay you too, so you can build me a house with this". It's up to that craftsman to take it or not, assuming they bother with the price where they took it, or they might not complete it in the first place. Its quality cannot be guaranteed because it is not specialised where it is completed. However, if you are referring to a similar field - I will ask Western confectioners for Japanese confectionery, etc. - Outside the guide, I can handle it, maybe.

The difficulty of [DEMONDAL] witchcraft is that all of these processes must be done in Spiritual Language (Esperanto). Since the Spirit only solves Esperanto in the group (...) book (...) and gives no other instructions, the player's vocabulary and grammatical skills are directly linked to the complexity and flexibility of the procedure.

Besides, since the AI of the Spirit was intentionally designed for the son of an asshole, the instructions to the Spirit had to be easy to understand and concise. This is quite the bender, and such tricks and accustom were often required to make a successful translation into poorly made translation software.

'But that's not happening right now. Something tells me you can communicate well, and I think Kerstin's things are obviously better. "

Kay nodded heavily at Eileen for saying so.

'Oh. So I was thinking that advanced techniques like alert alarms could also be done with abstract instructions...'

Assuming you build the kind of technique that the Kays want in the game, you need to think about various parameters such as how to discern enemy allies, fine range, and duration, which should require advanced and delicate 'spells' like programming.

But now that the Spirit is able to think flexibly instead of the asshole child AI...

'I see… fortunately, the catalyst is rotten enough. Sounds worth a try.'

Laughing, Eileen removed a wipe bag with shards of crystal from her chest.

"Okay, well, let's try it!

"Oh. Just before we do that, let's talk to Holland for now......"

"Ooh, right!

The two head toward Holland, exasperated.

…………

After that, one Alexei was left with a pocan expression.

As a result.

Holland was comfortable with the use of witchcraft and in response Eileen succeeded in constructing the technique at the price of only [manifesting] a single serving of crystal.

Specifically, Kerstin will teach you in shadow letters if beasts and outsiders break in, in a radius of fifty meters around the caravan group of caravans. It seems to be effective until the sun sets tomorrow morning, but given that it greatly reduces the risk of being ambushed, it was considered a great cost performance.

and Edda was thrilled to fly and jump when she saw the shadowy crystals and Kerstin performing the dance like a shadow painting. Because of the delight of my daughter, Holland seems to have the catalyst cost to use this formula in the future. Though I can afford to stock up on crystals, it's an offer I don't even wish for.

Also, the night shift effort was greatly reduced by this technique, so Eileen, a meritorious man, was removed from the rotation, and Kay, who made his turn late yesterday, was also exempt from tonight's night shift.

After dinner, Alexei, who was excited, spoke to Eileen with great momentum, so depressed, but not so angry.

Kay fell asleep, feeling relatively calm.

†††

Patsy, make a patsy noise, and the burning twig explodes.

♪

A blonde young man throws twigs into the fire as he sits back relaxed in a round-tailed manner and sings his nose song.

♪ ♪

The melody of the nose is somewhere sad and sad for the cheerful atmosphere it creates itself, hand-folded with pompous twigs.

♪

On hand, the twig is gone. The shabby young man checks the remaining amount of hourglass placed beside him and looks up all the time.

…………

Across the burning fire, on the other side, an old woman sitting back and a girl with brown skin.

"……… Lady."

young man with a wild smile - Alexei spoke.

"Is it time to lose sleep?

"… I'm not sleepy yet."

The brown-skinned girl - Edda gave herself back clearly as she grabbed Hidemary's hand holding herself from behind.

Strong wind, not. Its glittering eyes are anchored in the shadows reflected in the front of the carriage.

It's like a shadow painting, dancing around, a shadow of a person dressed in a dress.

"This is awesome. Perfect for free time."

Fishing up the edge of his mouth, with a pure smile like a child, Alexei nodded. Hiraki, you see, is one tent. Sleeping still, a tent that can't stand a single sound -.

"But I didn't think he was a magician until he..."

…………

No one answered Alexei's whining.

……♪

Alexei, who looks bored, looks at the shadows that dance and starts singing her nose again.

"Alexei. Can I have one?"

Around the turn of Alexei's nose song, Heidemarie opened her mouth broadly.

"Well, I don't know, Grandma."

"That song, that's a good melody... what a name song it is."

"This." GreenSleeves. "

"…… Hmm? Isn't that the song of Snowfield's words?"

"Yeah. It's a plain language song."

Alexei, who smiled lightly and corrected his posture, breathed in lightly.

"Alas, my love, you do me wrong,

To cast me off discourteous.

For I have loved you for so long,

Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeves was my delight,

Greensleeves was my heart of gold,

And who but my lady greensleeves... "

Sadness, passion and faint bitterness.

The deep tenor singing sounds quietly.

Gentle and serene, that they may not wake up those who dwell in the darkness.

"…… Wow."

Peppy, and Edda applauding modestly. Heidemarie followed suit and nodded over and over again.

"Seriously, good song, bye.... but I've never listened to it. The song of the people of the plains, what is it?

"Uh-huh, it's a song in the language of the plains, but it's a song passed down to the people of the snowfields. … I hear the Gentiles (Etranges) who appeared more than the other side of the fog long ago left them to my clan."

"……… on the other side of the fog?

"……… Etrange?

"Oh. Even if you say 'the North' in one bite, there's a lot going on."

Alexei, who looked good to the intrigued two, took a burning branch from the burning fire and began to draw a map on the ground.

"The land of the north - it's called, but from the Principality, it means north. The North can also be divided between East, West and North. To the north, the endless snowfields continue, the white plains. Even in the summer, the snow does not melt, he says, and nothing has reached its end. South, or center, all kinds of tribes are gathered. It's cold in winter, but not a bad land. To the west, close to the sea, quite easy to live in. I have salt, I can catch fish, I can trade. As good a place as the people of the snowfield get to work with each other. And east -"

The eastern side of the simple map was rounded up gently. Alexei whispered,

"This is called the Devil's Forest…… all year round, whenever I go, it's a creepy forest with mist……"

Unlike how cheerful I've been hitting before, Edda took a lot of breath in her horrible vocal tales.

"The Sage's Safe House... the Devil's Forest... has many names. One thing is for sure, this is a really, really bad place..."

"…… How do you suck?

Alexei, fearful of Edda, with a difficult face, often starts to breathe and then talk.

"……… This is what I have heard from you."

As if to indulge in the cold, rubbing your arms together.

"When Dear Sir was young..., you see, it's because he's a man. He wanted to prove his valor or something like that. He tried to see how much he could get into the fog, which he said would drive him crazy if he put ten steps in it.

But I've heard a lot of bad rumors about the Devil's Forest. Do it, it's a fireball that makes you lose your sense of direction... do it, it's a monster that tries to mislead the way by imitating the human voice... he decided to take a rope to counter that, at least not to get lost in the road "

Alexei showed him in the motion of wrapping something stringy around his waist.

"This is how you wrap a rope around your hips. On the other hand, tie it to the tree at the forest entrance with disappointment. That way, the length of the rope is the size of coming back inside. Just in case, I wrapped one rope around the trunk of the tree on multiple occasions, ready to go, Jiji went into the fog..."

Together to pray, Alexei often shuts up.

"But… that was just as soon as I got in"

Sakuri…… and Edda swallowed the saliva.

"How dare you... He wanted to pee even though he came right in."

"……… What?

"So piss. So much so that it leaks. Bye, but I'm kind of curious. That's what they were like. But I'm not stupid enough to stand and piss in the forest of demons where crying children shut up. Sometimes it was just a short walk in, and for now, I decided to follow the rope back to the entrance. So, there was nothing wrong with it, so I went out of the fog, and I pissed... and I noticed..."

Softly, a thin blue eye looks at Edda.

"That's all... just in case, there's a rope that I've been putting in multiple brackets with a hard knot... that I was loosening up. It's like a trick..."

…………

"Of course I was alone... I didn't go ten steps, I went in, I just went back, did I? Other than myself, people (...) (...) children (...) I don't want to be alone... even though that just seemed to make me tick, I noticed something even stranger..."

"... what...?

"I don't know. The new rope that had just been tied looked terribly black and thinly dirty. So for my hand, take a good look………………"

Alexei showed her finger gap about three centimeters open.

"The bill is about the size of Konjo…… I'm surprised… it's like a dirty dwarf playing with it………"

……

"And the bill... it wasn't just the part that was tied... if you look closely, from the loose end, to the trace... to the one you're wearing on your hips, you're surprised... and then you say, 'No way!' I thought, 'I was in such a hurry for the rope on my hip. Then………"

"……, then……………………?

"The bill arrived at the tip of my waist... All of a sudden, he was so scared, he was already crazy, he took off the leather armor he was wearing... and then..."

Alexei's eyes were as if she were dead.

"Of armor. One side of the back. The bill is surprising. Peppy, Peppy, Peppy..."

…………

"My lord said so. If I hadn't gone back to pissing then... what would have happened to me if I had been billed all over my body..."

…………

A twig of fire blew up.

"... that's true..."

In a voice that seems to disappear, Edda asks. Alexei looked straight in the face and nodded, "Oh."

"Regarding this, I'm not talking about yotai or anything. At least the" bill "is a story that really happened. How can you be so sure? I saw the real thing, too. My boss came home bravely with that rope and leather armor."

"What?"

"He was so creepy that he wasn't sure if he wanted to throw it away many times, but he carried it home in a temper because the lack of this wouldn't prove it. I heard you had some horrible eyes along the way... well, I'll see you next time."

"Oh, enough! That's enough!

Edda shaking her head with a crying face.

"Well...... that's why the Demon Forest is seriously nasty. Half of those who step in, don't come back. Even if he comes back, most of him is out of his mind. In the fog, creatures and things in this world are ravenous..."

Alexei shuddered her body.

"So I, too, just in the fog, will never get in. I don't know how to fathom something like this in the world... horrible. …… so. I don't know, why are we talking about this?"

"Of fog... weren't we talking about Etrunge?

"Ah, that's right, that's right, that's right!

To Heidemarie's point, punch him in the knee, Alexei. Speak bright enough to wipe out the air before.

"So, the Devil's Forest. The only good thing about that is that the monsters inside don't come out. Return the back, and whoever comes out of the fog, it's not a monster, maybe. According to the legend, there is a 'Gentile who isn't in but comes out'. Somewhere, from a distance, there was this guy who got mixed up in the fog..."

"Is that what you left behind the example song?"

"Yes. Well, it was quite a while ago, so I don't know if it's true..."

Alexei shrugged her shoulder, saying I was the type of person who wouldn't believe if I didn't see the real thing.

"... That's why. Lady, shouldn't it be time to go to bed?"

I ask Edda, who is totally grown up, that with a bitter laugh.

"…… Grandma"

With a meticulous expression, Edda sees High Demary. Hey, I'm pulling the sleeve of the robe so I can ask for something.

"Yes, sir. Shall I sleep with you?"

"Yeah……………."

"Ha-ha-ha, good boy, good night. The fog monster can't come out of the Devil's Forest. Don't worry, your daughter won't be harmed."

"Yeah……. Good night, brother……"

Sticking to the high demarcation with a soggy expression, Edda walked into the bunk prepared for the carriage.

"…… Well, I'm free"

The sand on the hourglass is still there. Alone, Alexei once again had time to spare, and for the time being, he turned to the front of the carriage to crush his spare time.

"Mm, that? Hey."

but the lady in the shadow painting who was supposed to have been dancing until earlier was nowhere to be found.

"Goodnight, Edda."

"Good night, Grandma…………………"

In the carriage, next to Hydemarie, Edda wore a futon from her head.

…………

I feel next door, the warmth of High Demary is comforting. but what i heard today, to young edda, was a little too intense.

What if, on the outside of the futon, a 'bill' was coming...

Driven by such unfounded fears, I can hardly show my face.

But the season is early summer, not so cold nights. If you're diving into the futon without putting your head out, naturally, it gets hot.

(... it's okay, bro, he said haunts can't go out of the woods...)

It can't replace the heat. Edda, who managed to inspire herself and inspire courage, looked out of her futon with her eyes meditating all the time.

Touch your cheeks, a soothing, comfortable night. Kufu exhales and enjoys fresh, non-steamy air.

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Gradually, drowsiness struck me. Yes, because of the magic, I stayed up a little late today. It was Edda who was depressed while thinking about it...

Second, I feel signs of something.

I stayed semi-awakened and opened my eyes.

The one who jumped into my sight - black.

A black, tiny bill that stunningly fills the front of the carriage...

"- Come on!

Whew, Edda, with her face stretched, turned her eyes around and passed out.

"............ eh. …… Edda or. Did I say something?"

…………

"... Sleep well..."

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All that remained was the spirits of the shadows, dancing as they came to an end of the prank.