Vermillion

Blurry, dim.

Look at the fabric supported by the wooden pole and realize that you are awake.

In the tent, Kay blinked her pussy and eyes, waking up her torso with a small extension.

(…… in the morning)

A pale, cold morning light leaking out of a slice of cloth at the entrance. Probably an early morning like the sun hasn't even shown its face yet. The air flow is slightly chilly and the birds can be heard over the tent cloth.

He shook his head to drowsiness and dropped his eyes beside his foot. On the other side across the tent strut, Eileen lays herself on the mat. On an impromptu pillow with his jacket round, his loose and spreading blonde hair, his sleeping face was easy and healthy, wrapped around a blanket to hold his body.

Does the fact that the body is rounded mean that it is a little cold? Kay, who thought so, ripped off his blanket and gently hung it on Eileen.

"... mmm"

Eileen gently repositions herself by hanging out with her thighs. Kay woke up for a moment, but Eileen kept her blanket handy, burying her face and sleeping happily ever after.

"……… hehe."

Unexpectedly, a laugh spilled. If I can, I feel like watching my sleeping face all the time like this. But it was nice not to wake up, and I reconsidered what it would be like to peek into the maiden's sleeping face and peel off my gaze at the will of steel. Otherwise, I want to pay for the hair I put around my eyes with my fingers, I want to touch my cheeks like white magnetism - and such desire springs up and out of bounds.

I grabbed the sheath of the sword that was rolling on my pillow and gently went out of my tent.

Tingly, the damp wind strokes her cheeks. White skies, twinkling clouds - Kay groaned small, "Is it still sunny today," watching the morning burning starry sky with his exceptional vision.

Breathe in. Cold air flows into the lungs. Often, he stopped breathing and slowly exhaled a breath tamed with his temperature.

It feels like the core runs through every corner of your body and is full of strength. circulation, reminds me of the word.

I lifted my sword to my hips belt and moved my body gently. Speaking "Good morning, good morning" to the face of the waking caravan, head to the river plain on the Morra River.

Currently, the caravan's camp is located downstream, but the river water was as amazingly beautiful as ever. When you rinse the water and rinse your mouth, then squeeze and wash your face, the cold of the water washes away the remnants of your drowsiness. On a surface that was unlikely to be clearer on modern Earth, a small fish could be seen swimming. It would be the result of a large city like Satina upstream being careful not to drain dirty water into the river by improving sewers and thoroughly treating the dirt.

Basically, various technologies are developed in this world. Although gunpowder does not exist under certain circumstances and it is because of this that weapons remain at the level of swords and bows, metallurgical techniques and hygiene concepts are not comparable to that of medieval Europe. Especially in areas such as agriculture, civil architecture and pharmacology, roughly everything that seems to be manageable in the so-called 'modern knowledge cheats' is realized. Not bound by religion, politics, etc., but naturally as a result of technological advances.

"… it would be easier if this were an easy magic."

Kay looks sinister as she washes her face good but realizes she forgot to bring a towel and drips water from her cheeks. At a time like this, if you can easily breeze and start a fire and dry it, it feels exactly like 'fantasy' - in fact, it would be the feather of sacrificing one expensive emerald.

But such a world, [DEMONDAL] was not the only one who chose the game, Kay himself. There is nothing more to be convinced of than being the result of what I like and do.

Especially if it had been established that after some play we would be moving to a different world, we would have played a lighter game...

What would have happened if we had played other games, and why have we come to this world? There's no end to the doubt, but there's no kiri to think about, and there's no productivity.

Kay, who wiped his face with his shirt, regained his mind and pulled out his lower back sword.

Over the past few days, Kay has been far from being in action.

Up to this point, it was such a relaxing journey that I couldn't help but wonder what the escort of the caravan was. Of course, peace is to be welcomed, because unlike games, there is a real danger to life. Nevertheless, I can't even get my arms to dull in the meantime. Peace means time to prepare for battle.

Straight, stick your sword out into the void. Blade as a shield, defensive setup.

By the drifting river in the morning, the air adds sharpness. Those black eyes looked at someone who fought one day. Forward, a few steps away. A hostile being ties the focus.

After a moment of stillness, Kay moved.

The spear, I presume? Kay's sword tip shakes like a long spike. A blade that arcs loosely, to wind up, to recieve. The sword that returns roars with the stepping in. A swinging motion broke the leg muscle, and a flickering flash stroked the neck muscle.

Hin, and leave a finish, two or three steps back. The sword is protruded and the defensive setup is completed again. The relative statue of the mind (image) collapsed and misted in the morning burn, which covered the summer.

Shortly after breathing, next. Next time, the opponent waves his gains with a smooth foot, as if he were a long sword or a diverse attack on the upper, middle, lower, and lower levels.

heartless. An unlimited flat mood.

The body moves so that it can see through the shape. A whirlpool, or slaughter, is torn apart in the morning. Kung, and the sword jumping motion plays the opponent's weapon with the principle of Tsuko. Suddenly, a compact spike that gets knocked in there. It even seems modest. It's just the height that captures the center of the body, though. Decide the heart, it's a deadly blow. And as if the flowing water were to gather, the defensive structure to be completed again.

Kay continued to move her body as she changed the glaring and supposed situation. Less than enough time. It seems long and short, then dark, in such a condensed space, wholeheartedly slaying virtual enemies. There was a rough, sharpened, strange harmony there.

But - that too, when it came to an end.

A slight slaughter disturbs the scene, like playing a pin, and a string.

Dauntingly, as he guided his senses, he turned around and paid his sword to the horizontal giraffe.

Passin ', and making noises, the branches of the flying trees are broken.

What is this, about Kay whimpering his eyebrows, sounds pussy and unmotivated.

"Hey, brilliant. Brilliant."

Kay looked up and saw a thin grin and applause, a blonde young man.

- It's Alexei.

"…… What imitation?"

Kay asks with a flashing look as he holds his sword in his sheath. Are there people who suddenly throw things at me and don't feel uncomfortable?

"Bad, bad. Your sword was so beautiful... I wanted to stick it out. If I had a tower of cards, I'd fall apart."

Alexei shrugs her shoulders in a loose manner without a bad wind. But before Kay reacts to anything, just keep saying the word.

"Still, your sword wasn't a decoration, was it? He must have taught so many users, he was a brilliant swordsman. I envy you."

"…… Thank you."

"It's reasonable, and there was a part of it that was helpful to me... but it's not a substitute to show off to others"

"You must have seen it yourself."

"Is that true, too? I'm starting to get cautious. There were worse people in the world than me - there were so many people who didn't know what they were going to steal...?

That smile is somewhere provocative. I feel uncomfortable in my heart.

"…… Your advice, it hurts. If you're done, excuse me."

"I can't get through."

Although Alexei sneered at Kay's attitude, his eyes bore a serious light.

"…… one thing I want to ask you"

Alexei pulls in a smile, pins, and stands one finger.

"To be clear, I'm in love with Eileen. So what I want to know is your relationship with her. Let me ask you something, is Eileen your woman?"

Kay accidentally stuffed his words with the phrase, which was too direct.

"…… that's quite a direct question."

"Sort of. But I mean it when I look like this. If she's your woman, there's a lot of manners and manners here."

As never before, Alexei says in a sincere manner. Its upright gaze drained poison from Kay and, conversely, brought some kind of honesty. Kay, who let his eyes swim with a troubled face,

"Eileen is my close girlfriend. But when asked if he was in a romantic relationship, it was... difficult."

"I don't know, it's my finding. If I did, I wouldn't feel like 'lovers to each other'. Your relationship seems rather..., yes, just between" The Princess "and" The Knight Who Protects It ""

Alexei nodded many times that it was strange for me to say so. Kay looked like he had crushed a bitter bug.

"…… that. Could it really be a princess and a knight?

"Ha, no way. Do I look like a chivalry person to you?

"You're not confident in the eyes that you see people enough to judge them by their appearance. Ma, in the first place, I've only met him enough to count him as a knight Sama, and I've hardly even seen him as a princess. I can't compare... But you're both quite mysterious. That's why I don't know."

Alexei turns her gaze toward something to explore this time, having regained her sluggish smile.

"Irene said," I miss my hometown. "

To the words, Kay is breathtaking. Alexei kept her eyes open like she would observe.

"So I said, 'Well, you just have to go home once.' And then she said," Maybe I can't go home anymore, "and she looked sad. Eileen doesn't talk much about her hometown, but at least it doesn't look like she's from a tribe I know.... Looks like you've both come a long way."

From the tone of Alexei, I can almost feel the thought of obtaining soothing information, like camouflaging. but Kay, before that, was in mild shock.

(Eileen was talking about that......)

I barely know Kay about his hometown or anything like that - information about Irene's real life. There are only two things Kay knows, that Eileen was Russian and lived in Siberia.

(I can't believe I miss my hometown... you didn't show me how it is at all... and I can't believe I want to go home -)

- I haven't heard.

"Well, if there's a situation you can't talk to me about, fine."

I don't know how he received Kay's silence, which was a serious atmosphere besides his thoughts, but Alexei seemed a little rushed.

"No…… nothing……………"

"So if Eileen's not your bitch, I'll let her do whatever she wants."

Alexei left the spot to flee, flickering Kay, who nodded vaguely.

Silent Kay, one, sits down to the fallen tree of the river plain.

Looking at the surface of the water, he gave a blurry thought. This, in the chest, is like loneliness.

(... where it gets clogged, Eileen also means she's a single person)

She thinks and acts like her, too. Like Kay, unless it's an imminent circumstance that you don't know how many more years you'll live when you return to the original world, it would be natural for you to be driven by a sense of sadness.

Kay is untrained in the original world. I can't say I'm sorry to never see my parents again, but I haven't seen each other in real life in the past few years, and I've been close enough to have an email exchange every few days. In addition, the fact that he was locked in a hospital room from an early age is accompanied by a low level of thoughtfulness for his hometown and culture. Now the joy of getting a new flesh is greater than the sorrow of losing the former world.

I also lost touch with my other friends, which was unfortunate - but I came to the idea of "the closest I've been here lately, don't have Irene with me," and Kay was made to hack there.

Eileen's presence, in herself, is the support of a great heart.

That fact has just come to my attention.

(... if Eileen wasn't with me when I came to this world)

What would have happened to me? Kay imagines.

For once, quite rightly, I would have lived. Not a Mandel in the village of Taaf, but as long as you have bow arms, you can be a mercenary and a hunter to get food for your life.

But fulfilling it would be a pleasant life.

Would I have been positive in trying to enjoy this world, as I am now?

(... No, I'm sure, I couldn't be)

If I were alone, I would have been swallowed up by anxiety. I don't know why I'm here, what to do - I still don't run out of material about my concerns for the future. Based on that, Kay was able to stay positive because he was able to expose his concerns and anxieties to the presence of Irene in the same situation. I don't know how much I've been saved by her positivity and sense of humor.

Without it, even now, on a dark night, you must have trembled alone.

(But… I wonder)

Translate and think about your position.

For Eileen, what is this human being called Keiichi Nagawa...

When she thinks about it, Kay is struck as if her feet were falling apart.

In Satina, when she couldn't find the boat to take her on, and she was wrapping her crumbs around the inn - since the two of us told her about the future, Eileen didn't leak any anxiety.

She always behaved brightly, and Kay didn't even question the dust. But if you think about it, that's unnatural.

(Aileen doesn't have anxiety...)

I don't know what to do, Eileen said. I don't know what I want to do.

But - that can't be all. How is the family doing? Is there a discrepancy in time between the former world and this one? What is happening to the flesh of the original world? Can you go home in the first place or not?

Wasn't she just expressing those anxieties before, "I don't know what to do" about the twilight state?

As long as you talk to me, I don't think I'll be available for consultation at any time - but Kay gets to some terrible hypothesis there.

Or myself, a man named Keichi Nagawa.

I thought Irene was no longer worthy of revealing her troubles -.

In retrospect, it's a matter in the city of Satina. About an evening when Lily was kidnapped and rivaled Eileen over the necessity of that rescue.

Of course, Kay didn't want to help Lily either, but in view of the risk of injury and death, she was passive for punching in. As a result, Eileen preceded her and rescued Lily brilliantly, but - now I can't help but feel myself then.

I know it's a theory of results. Nor do they think it is a mistake to stand around carefully for fear of risk.

But at that time, Eileen decided that the option of 'abandoning' was to do it alone.

I was wondering if you were disappointed.

Kay is afraid. I didn't talk to myself, I talked to Alexei. Isn't that what this is about? Actually, Irene is just making it look bright and wondering if she despises herself under that smile.

I don't know, but thinking about it, it seemed like a tremor running down my spine.

A tightening heart shouts to her that she doesn't want to be the only one who hates her.

'… what can I do?'

The whining Japanese (phrase) does not reach anyone. Only a gloomy sigh spills.

Last night, I imitated Alexei in the Spirit Language (Esperanto), but when I tried this, it was just vain. I was wondering if you're still no match for the natives compared to Alexei and yourself. It was a complicated mood, like I wanted to, I didn't want to.

"What do I want to do……"

I don't want Eileen to hate me, I'm just certain...

While I'm thinking about it, I start hearing lively voices from the campers.

If you look, at some point, the sun was on his face. Apparently it's been more time than I thought. Sigh again, Kay lifts her heavy hips.

(... I don't know what to look like anymore)

Around this time, - no, ever since she came to this world, Kay has been unable to measure her distance from Eileen. But that was going to get worse today.

In the wake of the morning sun, the waters of the river sparkle.

But the brilliance is just dazzling.

Kay didn't have room to enjoy it as a beauty right now.

†††

Back at the camp, Eileen was already awake and said, "Goodmornin, Kay!" He greeted me with love, as usual.

That, while I was horrified by the 'unchangeable feeling', my anxiety couldn't be completely wiped off, and Kay returned the 'good morning' somewhere. It's good that Alexei's been talking to me, but somehow, I was deluded.

After a light breakfast, the caravan left again.

Holland said the goal seems to be to pass the next village early and reach the lakeside town of Euria by the end of the day.

Kay, like yesterday, holds Sasquatch's reins next to Pierre's carriage at the rear. As always, there was Eileen crossing Suzuka and Alexei walking and chatting about it.

…………

Kay just, shut up and watch it.

We arrived in the next village two hours after we left.

Before noon, halfway through time. They stay for about an hour lightly for business with the villagers, but Pierre says this village is not a 'delicious' business partner. Staying in the village was also like a charity for logistics, and she said she would leave as soon as she finished her errands.

Naturally, while in the village, it would be time for the escorts to rest - Kay decided to ask Dagmal for permission and go out to nearby primitives with one hand, "Dragon Scale Through".

"Kay, where are you going?

"... hey, get ready for lunch, let's go hunting. If you don't use the bow, your arms will be dull."

Eileen blamed me for trying to cross Sasquatch, but I answered as hastily as I could not understand the upset and just left the village.

Too much time might keep the caravan waiting, so I planted three wild rabbits and one bird similar to a large dove, and quickly drained the blood before returning to the village.

Eileen was Kay, who expected to be talking to Alexei, but apparently fell asleep in the shade and took a nap. Alexei seems free by the river and eats fruits similar to the biwa he bought in the village. Kay handed Heidemarie the prey she had hunted as she went out on her own with a little frustration with the fact.

"…… What's up, Kay. Don't you look at me like that?"

As he gets out of hand and blurs beside Sasquatch, Dagmal, with a red face, talks cheerfully. Smaller pot in its hand, slightly smells like alcohol if you stop by. Apparently, he swallows wine straight.

"It's not even noon yet, okay, swallow so much"

"Hey, Kaya. Don't get to Euria right away anyway. Besides, there's no bandits, no beasts."

"…… I don't even know if I fell off a horse."

"I'm not that drunk."

Gahh, and Dagmal laughing so hard. But the word is backwards, and it also looks like it can be raised there. Are you not so strong in alcohol?

(The person who is drunk is troublesome......)

Well, there's nothing else to do. Kay decided to go along with Dagmal's story.

"So, Kay. You're going to buy one shot in Euria?

"…… What?

"What? … That's what I'm talking about."

Dougmar laughs at Kay, who looks suspicious, with a lousy face. But Kay never guessed, and he remained decent, so he looked up to heaven as if he were frightened.

"What the hell, Omei, don't you know? Speaking of Euria, it's a town where powerful sailors and mercenaries gather. Where men gather, so do women.... It's a colorful city, colorful city!

Come here, I have a point for Dagmal's word 'buy'.

"... what a sudden, such a story"

It's a hard spot for Kay to give it back under the guise of calm or zero interest.

"It's not sudden. We're all looking forward to it, right? You must have accumulated colors, too, seniors' kindness."

Deeply meaning...... I looked in the direction Irene was taking a nap and Dagmal laughed at me again with a lousy face.

"... No, that's fine. I appreciate the sentiment."

When I think calmly, I'm scared of being sick or something - and I kept it out of my mouth, but politely refuse.

"I have all the upper balls, I know a good place to stay..."

"I don't have to. Never mind."

"Is that so………"

Dagmal, leaning over a jug of wine, looked pitifully at Kay.

"I thought it might be thin. Do you know if you're an asshole or not?"

"That's not true!

Then it was time for me to leave while I was talking to Dagmal, who would be involved if I did.

†††

After leaving the village for a few hours, while taking a lunch break, the caravan heads all the way to Euria.

As we head north, the terrain gradually turns into something undulating. The meadows began to snake on the plains, the plains on the hills, and the Molla River slowly.

It seems that Dagmal is still vulnerable to alcohol and was flirty on his horse, but as the words put it, there seems to be no obstacle to his journey. By the time the day tilted, the line reached the lakeside town of Euria.

Euria will be characterised, after all, by the adjacent Lake Schnapeia. The Molla River flowing from Satina and the Aria River flowing from Wolvern. It serves as a transportation hub where the two intersect and serves as a temporary staging area for supplies, as well as a welcoming area for sailors and merchants.

Because of its character as a town, it is open compared to Satina and does not possess a robust castle or anything else. Security also seems to be quite poor, as the pleasure streets make up the majority of the town and the number of guards is low.

But a lord set up a castle on a rocky mountain by the lake, and the walls were filled with Eurian knights and mercenaries, and he said he was prepared for the event.

"Then gather in this square at noon, the day after tomorrow, when the twelve o'clock bell rings. Dismissed!"

Square off the town. Receiving Holland's voice, eventually mercenaries scatter around town. The caravan is scheduled to stay in Euria for two days. In the meantime, you will be staying in your own accommodation, and in this case, the cost of the accommodation will be your own.

All right, then, Kay, let's go, too.

"Oh, oh..."

Kay was forcefully pulled by Eileen and walking around the corner of the merchant district. Of course, Sasquatch and Suzuka are together.

"Well, there's a stables, that's where the inn is……………"

Just a moment, Eileen walks around looking around. In the dense merchant neighborhood of the inn alone, there are many signs marked 'INN', but on the contrary, they are taken too far to know which one to choose.

"You have no idea. Should I have asked Holland's husband?"

"Maybe."

Eileen looks reluctantly at Kay's words, wondering if she was in a hurry.

In the end, I was prepared to take a small, beautiful inn marked by a goose sign with a flashy decoration.

"Welcome to the GoldenGoose pavilion. You two?

In a clean hall with a liquor store, a middle-aged woman turns her brilliant sales smile toward me.

Yeah, and two horses, please.

Sasquatch and Suzuka were entrusted to the smallholder, and Kay and the others decided to take the room quickly.

"So, how many rooms are available?

The general opens the ledger to Eileen's inquiry. Kay's face had a color of tension.

"…… right. There is one room for two and one large room. And there are two private rooms available."

To the words of the general, (Coming!) and nod Kay.

"Oh, well, then..."

Private room, please.

Before Eileen said it, I interrupted a lot. Compared to Kay and Eileen's face, the general leans down strangely.

"You'll get a better deal for a room for two, though?

"No, I'd like a private room.... Eileen too, okay?

Kay looked at Eileen with confirmation. Eileen frowned a little,

"……… yeah. Fine……………."

"Then it's settled."

Looking relieved somewhere, Kay puts Jalali and two days' worth of money on the counter.

(Now I can finally be alone...)

Not Dagmal's word, but to be honest, Kay is pretty accumulated. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I can't wait to dissipate.

(If it turns out to be a room for two, it's pretty hard to do...)

Besides, the room for two is dangerous. We stayed in the same room all the time in Satina and have been even more tented and almost alike in the last few days, but it's time for Kay's reason to get closer to the limit. There was also stress from Alexei, and if he continued to be stuffy like this, he could lose his sudden impulse.

So, if your friendship with Eileen even breaks down - it's horrible to just think about it.

(Originally, it was a double room because there was no private room... and I have a duty to protect Eileen from a beast named me...)

Irene with an uncluttered expression. Approximately, when Kay thinks about it,

"Irene!"

Sounds familiar husky voice. A moment later, Kay and Irene look back at the same time.

Look, there's Alexei holding her luggage and smiling all over her face.

"Hey..."

"That's an odd encounter, Eileen! I'm going to take this inn too."

"Is that so? Bye."

We grab our own baggage and go upstairs with the sleaze. "Oh, wait for me!" Ignoring Alexei's voice, he went into one private room for now, trying to escape.

"... why is he..."

Put your hips down on the bed, Eileen with a sluggish expression.

"... you don't like it?

"Uh-huh. It's kind of depressing."

Hearing Eileen's words without a body or lid, but striving calmly, Kay agreed.

"But you've been talking a lot lately."

"It's no big deal."

Irene showed Kay, shrugging her shoulders small, in an exploratory way,

"Sa, more than that, Kay, let's take a look at town! I just had a stall for sale!

Kay decided to roll out to town with him, just as he was getting hungry, and I thought that would be nice. I ran into Alexei in the lodging hall, but Eileen somehow gave me a reason, and the companion refused.

"You smell better from over here."

"There's plenty of room for money. Cannibalization and Sprinkling."

He looks like he's having some fun messing around with his pocket purse, Kay. The whole city is disarmed, but "dragon scale through" is worn in the case of the hips, as well as purses and jewellery throughout the body.

Euria is a much smaller town than Satina, but because of its high population density for that matter, many people cross paths. And a lot of passers-by means a lot of sledding to duck it. If Kay is good at "passive sensation", he won't be sucked to the extent of Koso mud, but sometimes just in case. The iron rule of international travel, "Valuables are dispersed", would also be valid in this city.

"So, what's that stall?

"Um, it's just this way..."

Take both of you. You can hear cheerful music from the side of the road as you flutter through the merchant city. If you look, there was a crowd in a small square at the well end.

"Is that...?

"Let's see!

Eileen pulls Kay's hand and storms the crowd. As for Kay, I wanted to shy away from the crowd of people who seemed to be as sleazy as a mountain, but I had no choice.

Guru pushes the wild horse away, and when it reaches the center, it's

"…… a street performer."

Poop, Irene shrugged.

In the square were performers dressed in flashy clothes and playing musical instruments such as whistles and drums.

At its center, dancers twist their bodies to cheerful music. Waving her hips in a relaxed motion, she was turning her luscious flush towards the wild horse.

The outfit, on the contrary, was so fantastic that it could hardly be said to be naked. Though the groin is hidden with a hipster cloth, the sharp upper body has only a thin cloth of compassion and flax hair to cover, and the covered area is also clear. And that, according to the rhythm, is the itching and shaking. No, rather, you can say, "I'm rocking".

From among the crowd, bronze coins are thrown one after the other on a flat plate placed in front of the dancer. If the nasty yaj can fly, the thinly grinned dancer shows off his physical beauty with a provocative trick towards you, and the more incandescent men cheer. All the men on the spot, everyone and he were stretching under their noses.

And, unfortunately, Kay was still a man, too.

No, after being forced to abstain for a few days, it's too harsh to blame Kay for being put under these circumstances and her eyes nailed.

But still, if I were to mention his failure, it would be...

…………

You must have inadvertently lost sight of the presence of a girl named Eileen, with a musty expression beside her.

"…… Hmm? Is that it, Eileen?

By the time Kay returned it to me,

From next door, Irene disappeared.

†††

"What is it, what is it?"

Eileen walks angrily on her shoulders with a puffy swelling surface.

With a grumpy expression on his face, he returned to the "GoldenGoose" pavilion, roughly received the key from the lady general with a loving laugh, and entered the room.

Small private room with cluttered luggage.

He storms into a small bed to throw himself out, rolls straight to sleep and punches his boss and pillow.

"……… What is it?"

After hurting his pillow for a while, he lay low like he had exhausted himself and buried his face around the sheet.

- Lately, kind of, Kay's cold.

Eileen, yes, she felt it.

Even when we were talking together, Nori was bad, and he stopped taking game-era, open-minded attitudes. There's an atmosphere like you're hiding something from yourself, and these days, you seem to avoid even looking at each other when you have a conversation.

(Something looks dark, so I just took him out of town...!

You just don't seem to enjoy it at all, or if you think you've smiled, it's me. I don't know, it sucked already.

Besides - what pisses me off is about Alexei.

(Why don't you stop? Why aren't you saying anything)

Eileen is a bilingual English speaker, but it's still easier for her to speak Russian. For this reason, we actively interacted with Alexei at first, while collecting information - but these days it has become more depressing. So I wanted to talk to Kay if I could, but Kay is apparently avoiding himself. All that or when Alexei talks to herself, the beginning and end of leaving it behind with a clear face and going somewhere.

(What, what…… are you so bored talking to me………)

With a soggy face, pound the pillow and slap.

Since when did the two of us lose each other?

Eileen thinks. The beginning is probably after Satina's Gotagota - clearly, after all, after joining this caravan.

Satina's Gotagotta - Irene felt the anger in her as she shriveled.

At that time - when I confronted Kay over the necessity of Lily's rescue.

Eileen now deeply regretted that she had put out the word "alone". I'm pretty sure this word hurt Kay first and foremost from how he reacted then. And hurting means Eileen was taking the option of 'abandoning people' without her knowing it.

Why. When. Where? I don't know that any more than I haven't heard.

But I can guess.

Eileen's lack of grasp would mean that right after she came to 'this one', while she was passing out with an arrow, or not directly involved in the fight, it would have happened in an encounter with the people of the meadows. Whether it concerns the village of Taaf or the people of the meadows that have been attacked - I do not know that much, but in any case, I am not going to blame it any more.

Eileen herself understands very well that he is not the type to like and abandon people.

Whatever Kay chose, I'm sure it was decided by the thought of a severance. In the meantime, I was just running away or fainting.

What did Kay think when such a person told him to "be alone" in the act...

(... a little bit, I wonder if they hated me)

Blink, shivering your spine.

Actually, when you think about it, Tsujitsu fits.

Kay can't be cold these days. Somewhere, there's a reason for this conversation.

"……… Why?"

Pompous, Eileen grunts, sounds vain.

Narrow, small...

Still, in a room that's too big.