Vermillion

In the evening, at the "GoldenGoose" pavilion.

While the guests busily surround the table and bicker over the liquor.

There was a young man sitting alone in the counter with more and more atmosphere.

It's Kay.

In front of me, a lavish dinner lined up in light of the original world standards, such as freshly caught lake fish muniel, summer vegetable soup, softened bread with cockemo jam and assorted fruits, but I couldn't help but feel my appetite. Kay has been stirring the soup with a spoon in his hand for a long time.

Needless to say, the cause is Irene's.

I lost sight of Eileen all over town, and I couldn't find her in a hurry to look around at all, and I thought, no way, I went back to the inn, and she was back first.

That sense of despair when the loving laughing general told me, "You're already back with me"...

Horrible, try knocking on the door of the room, but no reply. Still, I tried my best to keep my voice on, but as a result, Irene only looked at me for a moment,

"Sleepy!"

That's all I said, I closed the door with Batan. From then on, knock or call, but there are no islands to attach.

(…… completely hated………)

Wow, oh, and hold my head. Irene's grumpy expression caught a glimpse when she opened the door. I pour the ale poured into the wooden jock into my throat as I turn away from reality. It was just a bitter liquid rather than yummy, but I felt it looked good on me now.

(... what do I do...)

Stirring the soup with starchy eyes makes you think, but I can't think of a plan. I was so hit and weak, Yale pouring in thinking, alcohol stalling thinking, a complete vicious circle of drunkenness, etc.

"……… doesn't fit your mouth?

And the general, who was across the counter, calls out with a worried face. He seems concerned that Kay's food hasn't progressed at all.

"No... that's not what I'm saying... just think about it."

"Really? Yale, shall we pour it instead?

"Aah…… Please…"

Ale is poured out of the kettle with the hand of the general on an empty jock. Kay resumed his meal while doing it in a little bit.

This is how you can eat warm and delicious dishes in a peaceful environment - it can also be tasted with your own tongue, not with a virtual taste. First, I wanted to thank you for this situation.

However -.

(If you eat alone, why doesn't it taste like this either)

Isn't this just a nutritional supplement rather than a meal? When eating alone and silently, the process of stuffing, chewing, and swallowing food into your mouth emerges.

"……… ha."

One last sigh, jammed all over the edge of the bread, forced him into his mouth, and Kay's evening break was over. But Kay, who cared about what had happened earlier,

"Admiral"

"I wonder."

"Is there something, like a sandwich, that you can eat in time?"

"I do. Is it night food?"

"Well, that's the place."

Pay extra to have a sandwich made with bacon and leafy vegetables. Then I borrowed a piece of paper and a feather pen, a few words to write down. Kay, who went upstairs with a plate and a note in his hand, stands in front of Eileen's room in the face of tension.

"……… Eileen"

Concon, and knock gently.

…………

No reply.

"… that, during the day, was bad. I'll leave the sandwich in front of the door. Eat when you're hungry."

…………

Again, there was no reply. Really sleeping, Kay sighed and plugged a note through the door telling her that she had placed a sandwich in front of the room.

Keep going, flutter back to your room.

A small room with messy luggage...

This inn doesn't have a lamp or anything in the private room. There was no light source other than the light of the burning fire that plugged through the window, but Kay's enhanced vision would have been sufficient.

Dorsari, and he lowered his hips on the sleeping table, removing his belt, sword sheath, and bow case, taking off his jacket and taking a breather. Feels like a thread of tension falls out of your body. Again, I can't sincerely relax without these guaranteed confined spaces of safety.

blurry and look at the walls just punched with wooden planks.

"…… Wide, huh?"

Pompous, he muttered.

Even though it was all that private room I wanted a few hours ago - I don't feel like doing anything. Doesn't this make sense to take a private room?

(No...... if the room was joint, would it just be more awkward)

Still, I may have gotten some thread for face-to-face conversation.

(... is it no use thinking about it)

Either way, the situation was everything now.

No use thinking about it, so I don't think about it. Extremely authentic logic.

"Huh. Ah."

Kay rolled onto the bedroom to throw herself out, taking a sigh of uncertainty as to how many times it would be, and slipping as-is fell asleep.

†††

Next day.

Is it because of the alcohol, Kay fell asleep until before noon?

"Uh-oh... Ite"

Get your upper body up in bed, hold your forehead and roar. The core of my head hurts twitching and my vision seems to be shaking. He drank a little too much last night.

I thought I'd try the water or leave the room.

When I looked at the next door, the sandwich I put down yesterday was missing every plate. But I can't tell if Eileen ate it or if another guest or an innkeeper took it.

(... I wasn't thinking about the possibility that someone else would take it)

Again, he said he was losing his mind last night because of alcohol. In the unlikely event that Irene looked at the note and opened the door and there was nothing - and so on - I can't even see it. Kay looks sinister in the hallway.

Often, in front of the door, I wonder whether to speak to Eileen.

(... I might be awake and going somewhere already)

Kay shrugged her shoulders and went down the stairs, rethinking that she was awake too and would wash her face first for now.

Wash your face with the water from the water bucket in the courtyard. And just like yesterday, I forgot the towel again, so I had no choice but to wipe the water off the toilet paper (tissue).

Tissues - though, of course, this is not a paper-made one, but a dried leaf of a tree named 'Populius'. Although inferior to real toilet paper and tissues, it serves a variety of uses with a non-bad touch. Kai Kai had also been looked after more than once since he came to this world. Without this, the toilet situation in this world would have been more unclean. Not having the equivalent of toilet paper is a little hard for the modern man.

(This was really, [DEMONDAL] compliant and helpful......)

Looking at the flat-sized hexagonal leaves, I feel smudged and so.

Even in the game, Populius leaves were familiar to the players. They are swarming everywhere and are easy to get, but demand is high for them and they are easy to sell to NPC.

Of course, it was Populius' leaf to buy both a role and two roles in building trust with NPC, so that things were just for things and selling them would not be a great deal of money, but to get them introduced to more advanced jobs.

Perhaps [DEMONDAL] 's beginner's first use (quest) will be this "Chicken Paper Collection". Vicious player killers as hated as snake scorpions and top players leading powerful mercenary regiments (clans) used to go around collecting populist leaves dressed close to naked.

(I miss it............)

Looking at the leaves in my hand, I narrow my eyes remembering when I was a beginner.

When I worked in the woods collecting leaves, I was lucky enough to encounter a pack of wolves, respond with a sampling knife, no hands, no legs, and memories of being eaten to death.

(But alle, if it's real, don't be stylish.)

That's what I thought, and then I go back to my face.

In the game, the kid's NPC was also set to do it to make a dime, but will it be okay to fulfill it......

Return from the courtyard to the inn, thinking that was hard. but around diving through the maneuver, he said, "Hey Alexei! I stopped my leg when I heard the call.

"Ooh, what's wrong with you guys? Going all the way to Toko."

Example husky voice. I can hear it from the liquor store. Somehow, Kay, hiding herself from the tavern in the shadow of a staircase that would be a dead end, listened softly to you.

"No, we're all going to go to the lake temple. I'm here to ask you out because I don't know about you either."

Perhaps this voice belongs to the young man who was part of the caravan. I can feel multiple other signs. Speaking of which, I think Alexei seemed to get along with the other young apprentices.

"Ah, of the Spirit of Water. No, that's fine, I won't."

"Oh, do you?

Here, the sign that the apprentice whispers,

"……" Princess ", huh?

"Oh, yeah."

Alexei's voice, with a slight laugh, seems to have the usual faint laugh in his eyes.

"Actually, I was thinking about going to the temple, too. It's a beautiful day, isn't it? Now it's time to narrow it down."

Apprentices who raise their voices to the confident words of Alexei, oh.

"But is that okay with you? That guy named Kay..."

"Hey, I don't have a structure."

The other young man asks anxiously, but Alexei laughed with her nose.

"He said," It's not my woman. "Then don't hesitate."

"Well, I guess..."

"What is it, Alexei, did you already attach your promise to the princess?

"Yeah."

Cacon, and the sound of placing a jock on the table.

"I've been tense here all morning, but the princess seems to be sleeping well...... she won't wake up for long"

"Since morning...... you've been waiting four hours?

"I've been waiting for you since before the six o'clock bell, so it's been five hours... the booze can't go on."

"Ooh..."

Apprentices with no heart or voice, the color of sympathy seeps through.

"I'm tired of waiting, too. Yeah, you guys sit down, too. If you don't want to hang out with me, I'll buy you a drink."

"Whoa, are you serious? Then don't hesitate."

Alexei's offer echoes the gutter and the sound of pulling a chair in a row.

"All right, well, keep asking."

"I am, for now, Yale"

"In wine"

"I'm a straight distiller."

"Oi, it's Nashi who's expensive!

Before noon, the idle tavern became noisy.

…………

Kay, if he noticed, was out on his own so that he could escape.

Walk.

Like pushing forward slowly.

It's not like I can guess.

Just leave yourself to the urge and go dirty back streets.

That look, it doesn't boil down.

Repentance, frustration, - like some kind of anger, mixed together.

(... what is this pity of mine compared to Alexei)

That feeling boils down in my chest.

Why do I live in such a way that I shrink my shoulders?

(... Was I such a vain abstinent person in the first place?)

- No.

At least until now, I have not done anything to imitate one thing in my arms forever.

Of course, things are different in the game age and now, and there's a lot to think about.

But I feel like there's something different about me being stuck in it again.

(Um, look at Alexei's cleanliness)

The corner, he said he came to this world and got new flesh.

What if I don't enjoy my current life more...

"……… ha."

- I mean, although I think. Kay took a small sigh. It reminded me that Irene and I are in a state of disconnect, even if we were to reopen it and take action.

(First and foremost, we need to do something about Eileen's mood……)

What should I do? Assuming they hate you at the moment, it's going to be hard to get it back from here. That's what I think, and I want to hold my head by accident.

(... but why did Eileen get so angry)

Here Kay came up with a fundamental question.

Until now, I've only been distracted by the event itself: 'I hear Eileen got angry', but in the first place, why have I become so grumpy?

Speaking of thoughts, there will still be only one of those street performers. To be precise, the fact that I fell in love with the fancy nakedness of the dancer and stretched it under my nose.

(But that makes me grumpy -)

- Isn't that what they call jealousy?

If so, I can see why you're jealous - even Kay on the boulder. I can't hold jealous feelings towards those elephant people there. emotions that are not caused unless they are the subject of some 'interest'.

In other words -.

(…… it's not the kind of wax you don't see in your eyes, is it?)

Hopeful observation, although the word came to mind first.

If you think about it, there's still - hope.

Vision opened.

They were walking through the back town.

What spreads in front of you is a view of the lake. Blue and clear Lake Schnapeia.

It's not that big of a lake. Sail-expanded cargo ships are crossing. And in the middle of it, a puffy little island.

It's small enough that it won't take a few minutes to walk from end to end. But among the growing trees, you can see a building made of white stone.

(Speaking of which... you said it was a temple or something)

Mixed with the cargo ship, they also scattered large boats with people in full. Traveler-inspired crew with robes at the bow of the boat. He associated the words: those with canes, those who join hands to pray, those who wave the water of the lake to themselves - pilgrims.

"That's the temple that festived the Spirit of Water. I've been told that if you ring the bell three times, your wish will come true, and people who believe in the Spirit of Water from all over will visit you on pilgrimage."

From behind, abruptly.

If you look back in surprise, you'll see Dagmal there with a red face and his hands up.

"What is it, you?"

"I don't know what else to say."

What's wrong, Dagmal laughing at the pieces. In a slightly drifting spirit, Kay glanced.

"Are you swallowing again?"

"Ouch. Sleep as long as you like, eat as good as you like, drink and end up being a woman! This is a mercenary holiday, Euria is the best!

Hugh, and cheering, he comes shouldering forcefully. It's totally what my drunk father said and did, my passerby eyes hurt.

"Yeah, stop it. It's hot and painful!

"What is it? - Nori, I'm sorry."

When Kay is forced to pull that hand off, Dougmar points his mouth like a stubborn one. I just don't feel good about being imitated like that by a good old man, but fortunately, Dagmal quickly went back to the teasing nigga side.

"So, what are you doing? Alone in this toco."

Alone, it would not be my fault that the part was highlighted and heard. "Uhm," roared Kay, turning to the lake with his arms together.

"Hmm... something happened"

Not to be angry or grumpy, but only to Kay, who looks quiet, Dagmal can pull in a joking grin. Did you feel any change on the back of your pull-tied expression?

"It's not like something happened, but it is."

"Ugh."

To Kay's far-fetched tales, the intriguing Dagmal still silently waits to continue.

"Looks like Alexei's gonna ask Eileen out on a date."

"He's back again."

"But fortunately, he hasn't been able to make contact with Eileen."

"……… Are you saying you're not going to miss it by clapping your fingers?

Even more pleasant, Dagmal darkened his grin. Keeping an eye on the lake temple, Kay nods "Oh" with a tough face.

"I've been thinking about a lot of difficult things, but watching Alexei is getting ridiculous... I want to get along with Eileen, too, and I want to be with her. So I decided to be an idiot too."

"Um, that's okay."

Dagmar's nigger face was more gracious than usual.

"… but before that, there was one problem."

Unwrapping her arms, Kay turns back to Dagmal.

"Dagmal, I need to talk to you, okay?"

"Ouch. When it comes to pornography and debt, you still have a lot of experience with this, right? Whatever you want."

"That's reliable, thank you. Actually, yesterday, I pissed Eileen off... I guess I should honestly apologize here. Or should I follow up on something else instead of steaming it back?

"... depending on why you pissed me off"

"I was blinded by another woman's nakedness..."

"Aah………. Well, apologize honestly. Don't stick around, be straight."

"Okay."

Kay, who saluted him with gratitude, slapped him on the cheek and said, "Okay!" and make a breakthrough on himself.

"Well, I'll be there."

"All right, good luck with that.... but sometimes Kay, do you have a plan?

"... I thought I'd go and do it with that temple"

Kay shrugged her shoulder and said I was interested.

"Right. Then you should go to that dock later. I have a grandfather in a red roof shed who lends me a cheap, hand rowed boat. Tell me it's Dagmal."

"…… thank you. I'm grateful for your information."

"Hey."

Dagmal, flickering his hand, slapped Kay on the back with a bang and turned his back as it was.

"Good luck. I'm waiting for the results."

"I will look forward to it."

I smiled and gave it back, and Kay walked out, too.

- First we meet, then we talk.

I don't know if Eileen is still in the lodge in the first place. I'm not going to quit using Emerald if I have to - but Kay laughed bitterly that she hasn't used loco magic lately.

For once, thinking that Alexei may have already invited me... naturally makes my legs faster.

He turned back the way he came, and went back to the inn with Kosokoso out of his own hands, turning off his footsteps.

Apprentices still seem to be making more noise in the tavern. Among them, Alexei's voice is also mixed. Apparently Irene hasn't come out of the room yet.

Slowly go up the stairs, face the tension, and stand in front of Eileen's room.

Concon, knocked a little harder.

"Eileen. Are you there?"

Wait a while.

…………

No reply.

"Irene, I need to talk to you."

Knock again.

"Eye -"

I was about to tell you, the chatter door opens.

"What?"

Irene, with no expression on her face, stumbled through the gap in the door.

It was Kay, who blinked for a moment in the blue eyes, but coughed up and corrected his posture.

"…… yesterday, I'm sorry. Sorry."

To Kay's words, Eileen's face shifted from faceless to grumpy.

"……… that's all we're talking about."

"No,"

Puffy cheeks, his eyes about to swim, trying to match Eileen.

"You know what? In the middle of the lake here, they say, there's a temple where they festived the Spirit of the Water."

"……… I have heard of it."

"Anything in that temple, they have a touching bell that says that if you ring it three times, your wish will come true. It's a beautiful day, and the..."

pin, and the illusion that the air strains,

"- Together, why don't you go"

Irene kept her mouth shut.

"……… the two of us?

"Yeah, the two of us."

"Mmm..."

Bring it to the door and put your arms around it, Aileen turning that way.

Eventually, she showed off that she could nibble with her face on,

"... go"

Saying so, small, I nodded.

†††

Get ready to go, so Kay is often kept waiting outside the room.

Even so, a few minutes later, we left, but Irene, who came out of the room, "I wish I had a mirror," was small-boyed.

As always downstairs, Alexei and the others are making a scene, so they kill the signs and go out the back door.

"Then we'll buy and eat, Kay."

"Agreed. Actually, I haven't eaten anything since I woke up."

"I had dried raisins, but I was just a little hungry."

Walk around the prominent streets and look around at stalls and dewstores. A crepe of buckwheat flour wrapped in cheese (garret), the raw ham that had been cut out for each chunk, and a refreshing sweet apple liquor (seedle) on the palate, with seasonal fruits such as beeswax and sawdust. I'm going to buy something that looks delicious into my eyes from one side.

"Oh, by the way, Kay"

"Yeah?"

"…… Thanks for the sandwich."

"……… Ooh."

Talking about that.

Luggage carrying is Kay's role, but by the time we were off the main street, the groceries we bought were in such quantities that we couldn't hold them by ourselves.

"We were apparently pretty hungry."

"It's not a level of buying and eating… I'll give you a day if you suck."

"Where do you want to eat?

To Kay's inquiry, Eileen put her hand on her chin and roared "hmm".

"…… because of this, and I want to eat while looking at the lake"

"Yeah, speaking of which, you had a boat."

With that in mind, Kay heads to the out-of-town dock, as Dagmal taught him. And an old man living in a red roof cabin lent me a hand rowed boat.

The rental fee for the boat is only five pieces of copper coin. A little extravagant for a day. From what I hear, the old man is fishing in the lake, while lending boats only to people he can trust, making money and living.

"But you've never done a hand rowing boat before………."

"Me too. How do you do that?"

Boat storage by the cabin. In a fascinating way, two people board a large hand rowing boat. The boat, which was only slightly shaken when Eileen first boarded, also leaned grassly louder when Kay hung her legs from the dock.

"... this is okay to ride, right?

"For once, a big man can get in as many as three. You seem pretty fit, but you're still too heavy for a boulder?

An old man with a cane laughed off Kay, anxious with a cramped smile.

"Holy crap, thoughts like this are the key. Just hang your foot in the middle and get on it."

Piscipsi and his back were thrust with a cane, and Kay never got on board with his will. Flirted by a grassy and rocking boat, he jeopardized his balance and fell, but managed to withstand with a low posture.

"Oh, it was dangerous…………"

"Such a big deal."

Seeing Kay look pale, Eileen and the old man laugh at the tease.

(No, I don't really know how to swim……)

Though I thought so. Kay kept her mouth shut about it because she didn't like the fact that the two boats were going to be grandfathers.

"Then when rowing a boat, be careful not to block the path of the cargo ship. Their ships stop because they're heavy, and suddenly they can't change course. If it happens even in an accident, be careful because the cargo side will be advantageous unconditionally. And don't throw trash in the lake. The Spirit of Water Gets Angry"

"I'll be careful."

Get attention from the elderly while loading groceries. You have to be careful when it comes to cargo ships, but originally, it's such a beautiful lake. I don't even bother to throw the garbage away and get dirty.

"Food's good, crew's good"

"All right."

Kay nearly smiled as she gripped the oar with unfamiliar hands.

"All right, let's go!

Eileen responds to it with a smile.

"Be careful and go."

While being dropped off by an old man who smiles and narrows his eyes.

Kay and Irene rowed out to Lake Schnapeia.