Vermillion

I can hear the little bird chirping.

Kay woke up blurred in the morning sun as she plugged through the window.

Ambiguous consciousness not even known morning or noon, tiredness characteristic of waking up. For some reason my left arm was paralyzed and I had little sensation. I'm just trying to hit him back and forth in my dreams, and I realize something's hugging him in the half.

Something very soft and warm...

When I look at you with my sleeping eyes, my shiny blue eyes shine. Keeping her head in Kay's left arm, Irene smiling and her eyes tightly met.

"... oh my goodness"

Slightly dye your cheeks red and distract your gaze like it was illuminated. Seeing her, last night came back to her brain brightly. Oh, well, we were bonded. Such thoughts fall on my chest.

"……… Morning."

Unconsciously, Kay was also blowing his mouth again. The skin tone peeking from the sheets, over the bare shoulders, and loose blonde hair flow saggily. I gently put my hand on Eileen's cheek, half impulsively, so that she could suck it in. Even the same person thinks that men and women can make so much difference - they are indulgent in the smooth feeling that they convey to their fingertips.

Seeing Eileen narrowing her eyes comfortably, she glanced at the back to side line with her fingers, remaining a sprouting prank. Irene twisted herself ticklishly, leaking her sweet voice, covering herself over Kay all in return.

- We had been hanging together for a while, but the sun was already high and I had a hunger and thirst, so I decided to get up to a good addition.

"By the way, are you okay?

Weaving a hemp shirt, Kay. Eileen, who was trying to put her hair together on the bed, tilts her little neck with her hair fastening string in her mouth.

"Phew, phew, phew?"

"The... physical condition."

"Yeah, that's not bad."

Eileen looks extremely obvious, as opposed to Kay, who has some inclusions.

"… well, good for you."

Those who had no experience with each other were worried about each other a lot, but apparently they were worried. In a half-clapped mood, but relieved, Kay smiled.

Irene with her hair tied up and ponytailed and her back stretched supple on the bed. Except for the fact that she looked like a piece of shit, she was exactly the way she always was.

Unexpectedly...

Eileen in front of me, and even her presence, isn't everything since she came to Ko (...) Chi (...) et al. (...) illusory - driven by such vague anxiety.

Actually, I was wondering if I'm just dreaming of a girl or a healthy body who still floats in the life support tank and doesn't even know it.

Regardless, that's just an illusion.

If so, you're scared, a childish, unfounded fear. Speaking of which, I recall that when I was young, I was anxious to go to bed and wonder if I would be alone if I woke up.

Until now, it has been a life that floats to the point of negativity. Because of this, the dark thoughts that stain my soul sometimes make me look. Or maybe that's so much proof that Kay is happy now - that he loses his sense of reality.

"... yeah? What's wrong, Kay?"

For a moment, Kay, with a distant eye, then Eileen, out of the sheet, peeks into his face. I admitted some worrying light in my sapphire-colored eyes that I would be sucked into.

"No,"

Unexpectedly, he reaches out and hugs his shoulder. Keeping her eyes closed, Irene says nothing, but is.

"……… what's the matter?

Eventually, out of my arms, I look up at Kay.

Nothing, I tried to answer, and I stopped.

"I was suddenly anxious. I thought you were dreaming."

Releasing her body and saying so, Irene lowered her eyebrows, turning her hand around Kay's back and pulling herself in reverse.

"Me too."

Stick, and put your forehead on Kay's chest plate, and a creaking Irene voice.

"I get anxious sometimes, too."

"…… well."

Again, hug. Make sure you feel each other.

It resembled travelers wrecked in snow mountains sharing each other's temperatures.

"…… Thank you. It's okay now."

Eventually, I pull my body away from Kay's. A little remorse, a little embarrassment to calm down and skip, and a thank you to those beside me... After they crossed paths, what I chose was to look away with my cheeks. When it's awkward or embarrassing, swimming diagonally is a habit that he hasn't even noticed.

"……… yeah."

Irene, who saw it, just smiled with a grin. Seems honest and not, loving him like that...

But the next moment, I think I frowned, "Hecky," I sneeze modestly.

"Whoa, that outfit's gonna catch a cold."

It's a cold day in the early summer. "Right," laughs Eileen, to Kay, who hastily pulls the sheets. Nature and the world just for the two of us have become misty, but the soggy air has also disappeared.

"... by the way, Irene, what time is it?

"Come on?"

Aside from Kay, who checks the contents of her wallet, Irene, dressed in clothes, stops moving and tilts her neck small.

"When I woke up, the bell rang about nine times.... but it's been an hour."

"Don't you ring every three hours? This city."

"Uh. I see."

Eileen opens the wooden door and checks the position of the sun.

"…… after eleven o'clock."

"Well, that's about it."

In the familiar city-wide style of a cotton trouser on a hemp shirt, a long leather vest on top of it today because it's chilly, and a bow case with a "dragon scale through" at the waist, Kay played the room key in her hand pinned.

Aileen has her feet stiffened by her "NINJA" black outfit, determined by her usual travel outfit: tunic and leather vest. He is wearing a new dagger with satina on his hips, and armed with savels, throwing knives, etc., is now in the locked crate (chest) of his room.

"All right, let's wash our faces and then make it dinner."

Carefully check the door tightness and leave the room.

"…… but it's more stressful than I thought that I don't know the time clearly"

While down the stairs, it's Irene who's blurry. I don't have any particular errands, but is it still contemporary sex that makes me want to know the exact time?

"I'm not being chased by time, but don't worry about it"

"Yeah. I want a clock…… clock………."

I can't forbid Irene from laughing bitterly when she bumps and squeals.

Clocks naturally exist in the [DEMONDAL] world, where technical standards are relatively high. Beginning with something as large as a clock tower, mechanical pocket watches, of course, can take many forms up to a magic item displaying the time.

But neither Kay nor Eileen ever used a watch once in the game.

The reason is simply that the time was always displayed on the menu screen, which can be called at any time in the game. Both time in reality and time in the game. Very rarely did a player require a watch as an item, which fundamentally only served as a cosplay product for role-play or as a gift to NPC.

Yes, mechanically or magically, the clock was very expensive, but there was also a lot of demand for it. The NPCs, on the other hand, are very grateful for watches that players rarely need, and the increase in parental density when they present them is comparable to hundreds of times of lower level use (quests).

An advanced item that saves time in character development. Kay, who wanted to be a heavily charged warrior and scrap player, was also looked after from time to time, but I can't help but recall Andrei laughing at me saying, "If you don't, you're not going to use this," and I couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.

"A clock…… something you can't make your own somehow"

Inn courtyard, washing your face with Basha Basha, Kay. Even if I ask Holland, if I were to buy a watch, I would be forced to spend quite a bit. If I could make my own, I'd never go beyond that - and while wiping my face with a towel that was caught on my waist belt, I turned my anticipation glance to Eileen.

"…… that's hard."

By contrast, Irene, who wears an arm, has a sinister face.

"Even at the magic ceremony, is it still tough?

"I have a few problems. First of all, I don't know how to make it in detail. Next, the catalyst is valuable and hard to get. Finally, even if I could make it, I could probably only use it at night as long as I serve Kerstin"

"……… hmm."

"As a matter of fact, I think the way it is made can be managed with the application of the surgical grant. Kerstin doesn't have to put together a gutsy spell (script) because" over here, "and if we're lucky, we might find a catalyst. … but,"

"You can only use it after sundown, which does hurt."

Alternatively, there may be demand if we divide it with something just for the night shift.

"I mean, isn't Sieve better? He's a median spirit."

"The spell has a general idea, but I can't imagine a clock of the Spirit of Wind... And in my case, there's probably not enough magic."

"…… clockmaking is not a laughable story."

Irene smiles bitterly at Kay with an enlightened face. In the end, we came to the conclusion that it was faster to accumulate money and then buy some kind of watch.

Eileen often went to wash her hands, so she went to the dining room on the first floor. I suppose they also serve it in the kitchen, the intense aroma of onion soup tickles the nasal cavity. There was a line of round tables, sometimes halfway through the time, and the figures were sparse.

"Oh, hello. Meals?"

Stepping into the dining room, the young woman who was wiping the table with a cloth towel asked lovingly. I welcomed the Kays yesterday, a beauty with a flour skin. On the counter in the back, a Dwarf-like man who is silently transferring liquor from barrel to pot. Apparently, the tavern is mainly spinning between these two.

"Oh. Easy to eat as lunch for two, and water, please."

"Easy, huh? Panini with cheese and ham, please?

"Mm-hmm. So"

"Okay, wait a minute."

Ordering as she reached the table, the woman, winking and pulling back, immediately returns to her hands with a pottery pitcher and a wooden goblet.

"Yes, go away."

"Thanks."

I was handed a goblet poured with water to quench my thirst as I thanked him. Once I vacated the cup and saw Kay rehydrating as she poured more water from the pitcher, the woman smiled somewhat deeply,

"Looks like you had fun last night."

"Nbu."

Kay sprayed water out of his nose.

"Bullshit, what?"

"Nani, hey. Because the floorboards here are thin."

The woman with the elbow on the table leans toward Kai.

"Hey, bro. How did you meet that blonde daughter? It's kind of very romantic to be a couple of meadow people and snowfield people"

He peeks into his face with a lucid look, glittering curiosity eyes. After coughing for a while, Kay managed to recover from the unintentional blow, he couldn't help but pull himself out of every chair and take a distance.

The topic involved in the game age is one of the least desirable parts to get stuck in so far. Maybe we should discuss it with Eileen and build those 'settings' as soon as possible, etc., while opening our mouths to overtake our seats.

"… nothing like that. We met a few years ago at a town tavern, and we've been friends ever since."

"Huh-uh."

The move through the table with nimanima and laughter at his fingertips was like a chess player thinking about his next hand.

"Hey, what tavern is that?

"Far from here, far away."

"… yes. By the way, the hunter of the people of the meadow with the princess of the people of the snowfield pinned a rumor in his ear that he had planted a" great bear (Grandurus) "in the southern village. Don't you know anything?

"……… I don't know."

Early on, I give it back to the thrower. The woman, who clouded her expression with a "mum" about Kay's lack of motivation, then tries to ask further,

"Jamie, come on!

With a whisper, it sounds spazzy and creepy. "Yippee!" and a woman jumped up, raising her voice without colour or flatulence.

"Ouch, what the hell!

"I don't know what the fuck it is! If you have time for men's fishing, why don't you let me do my job? This is absurdity!

A woman who whispers her ass in tears - against "Jamie," a dwarf-style man who had come out of the counter at some point, shakes up the tray in his hand and yells. Apparently, he snapped his ass with it.

"I'm just deepening my rapport with customers!

"This is crazy! Gudagda, if you're going to pull it out, I'm going to sell it to a whorehouse!

"Hi, I'm sorry!

Attempting a verbal answer, Jamie escapes like a shepherd to the sword screen of a dwarf-style man. I pull my skirt into the kitchen behind the counter as I pat it up.

"Phew..."

One sigh, now just look down at Kay. Wow, it was Kay's face, but "Look," the Dwarf-style man put the dish in his left hand on the table unwrought.

On a plate, out of a gap in panini dough, a swinging cheese sticks out.

"Damn it, he... if you take your eyes off him, he'll lose his depression in futility."

"… what, it's perfect for business"

"Sure you're right, but don't let your affection get too good. He only needs to be clever. Sometimes I get the wrong bastard... there's one in the meantime... of course I bugged him..."

A man who stares into the void at what he remembers and growls with his teeth stripped out as if a wild dog were intimidating him.

"Still, it's not peaceful to sell it to a whorehouse."

The man snorted at Kay's words as he pulled into an unexpected atmosphere.

"Hum. When I picked it up, it was still small and cute. But you can't notice the colour here. It's just a waste of time. It's so big..."

Let him mourn as he shows the height around his hips. I took it away - I don't suppose there's a blood connection. But in a hateful tone, the expression was like a mixture of sadness and kindness, and Kay looked exactly like the father who had a daughter of his age.

"…… well. Is that all you need?

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

"Eight Copper Coins"

Don't bluff. Man returning to tone. When I bundled the copper coins on the table, I stuck them "every time" into the pockets of the front, and then pulled them into the counter. Unscratchy, dragging foot...

"Ok, I'll wait for you. What is this?"

Irene walks into the dining room in the wrong place.

"They say it's a panini of ham and cheese. I just got here, so I'm still a jerk."

"Nice! Let's eat. Let's eat.

Irene getting to the table at once. "Itadakimas," he said, watching Irene happily clinging to Panini, an early lunch and a spill.

†††

After lunch, the two men were on their way to the center of the city, aiming for a luxury city district with the Metropolitan Library.

Kay and Irene's reason for visiting Wolvern is to explore the causes of their transfer to the 'here' world.

That is, gathering information about the mysterious white fog that occurred in the game and other paranormal phenomena at the Metropolitan Library.

"The question is, how much will the entrance fee be?"

"……… Ah."

Kay nodded as she felt the firm weight of her pocket purse on Irene's words as she walked arm in arm behind her head.

The Metropolitan Library is open to everyone without the involvement of nobles. but instead, the admission fee is set to be quite high, essentially limited to aristocrats, wealthy merchants, knowledge hierarchies, etc.

It's a tough story, but this isn't necessarily a bad thing, and if you return the back, it shows that the quality of the user is uniformly high. Also, according to the story, the library also acts as a social place (salon) for such a knowledge hierarchy.

Even if nobility aside, the presence of scholars, merchants, etc. is quite appealing to Kay as well. If we try to reach out to such intellectuals, we can gather information more efficiently - Kay expects.

Now, if so, the biggest problem is the rumored admission fee, which is still stupid expensive. Specifically how much it would cost - I tried to ask the residents of Wolvern, but in the first place the average person wasn't as interested in the library, and nobody knew exactly how much the admission fee was.

So this time, Kay is bringing all the cash in his hand. One gold coin, dozens of silver coins. If you spoil the coarse meal, a large adult can eat it for ten years.

"This is enough for a boulder……"

While he groans anxiously, Kay looks more alert than he needs to be to the passers-by around him. It's usual that I carry all my property, but now I'm disarming the whole city because of it, which is somewhat meticulous.

Kay is also largely familiar with this world around the assumption that if he has wealth, he will be attacked, and if he is attacked, he will be subdued by force. On the contrary, the passers-by faster their legs and left the scene so as to escape to Kay, who had an unexpected atmosphere.

"Kay...... relax a little bit more, then the opposite is suspicious."

"Mm-hmm. I was gonna make it normal."

Irene flaunts Kay as she enters battle mode. It strengthens my mind to see how completely unconscious I am (you are seriously ill...), but I look back at the experience of the last two weeks and reconsider that it may also be inevitable.

(Is it better than peace boggling......)

Instead, Irene herself realizes that she was loosening her mind because she was all over the city, and once again pulls her mind together.

As such, they were two people who wrapped around the air like a knife cut in vain, but there was no way a thug could have emerged from midday in the heart of the capital, and they reached the First Wall, the entrance to the luxury city as it was.

Thick and strong walls surround the city. A more sophisticated city of stones and bricks than the general city, with a glimpse from the castle gate. The wall is about six meters high, but Wolvern is built on a rocky mountain slope, so it was felt physically higher by the Kays, which are located downstairs.

The castle gates, set at intervals of every fifty metres, will soon be equipped with wooden gates with dropped lattices and slammed, with two guards armed with axe spears (Halvard) and a fine sword (Rapier) pointing a sharp gaze at the people of the city well crossing the walls.

Near the walls of the castle was idle as if the waves had drawn against the general area, which was crowded with people. There is no one nearby - I should say, I can hardly see anyone going through the castle gate, and on the other side that separates the walls, it's as if another world is spreading. While I was wondering about that, as the Kays tried to crawl through the castle gate,

"Stop."

A guard on both sides blocked his hand as he crossed the axe spear to go.

Equipped with a metal breastplate over an eye-catching red coat, the flashy feather-decorated helmet is designed to cover the eye area like a mask on the cheek. An eye peeking from behind looked at the Kays intimidately.

"You're unfamiliar."

"What can I do for you?"

I don't hide how surprised I am, a somewhere arrogant attitude. Kay and Irene, who don't remember being suspicious, look at each other properly.

"... I'm just trying to get to the library."

"Hum,"

The guard, who moved his gaze in the wind such as Kay's face, Eileen's face, Kay's bow case, and the dagger Eileen lays on his hip, opened his mouth roughly.

"- Show me your permit, or ID."

"" What? "

Kays, who raised his voice of confusion at the same time, looks at each other again.

"You need an ID to go to the library?

"Only citizens and authorized persons shall be admitted to the primary city district"

"Seriously......"

"Also, assuming you have an ID, you can't bring your arms inside without special permission."

A pair of guards who explain alternately, clerically, and in an unspoken tone of presence or absence. No way, I wasn't expecting to eat a stall before entering the library. "Er..." to Kay and Irene, who remain stiff, the guards disorient in a frightened manner.

"… In the first place, what can the people of the meadows and the people of the snowfields do for the Library of the Principality"

"It's surprising in itself that indigenous and peripheral barbarians had a habit of reading letters. Still, I just crawled through the castle gate, can I pay you guys for admission?

One elderly guard has a voice that seeps suspicion, while the other young guard has a mocking tone. As troubled, Kay clouded his expression, basically poking one hand into his nostalgia.

"What exactly is the cost of admission to the library? I asked around, but I didn't know anybody."

Fifty silver coins a year.

To Kay's inquiry, a young guard with a chest full of "How about you pay?" I only saw the mouth because of the helmet, but I found out to take it in my hand that I was wearing a doya face.

"As long as it takes..."

Pull your wallet out of your nose and check the contents deliberately.

"That's not the amount you can't pay."

Two guards stopped the movement in a large, swollen wipe bag, gold and silver colors peeking through its mouth. Hmm, and I indulge in the reaction of the two of us, and then I go into nostalgia for my wallet again so I can show it off slowly.

…… It doesn't look like it. "

Eventually, a blur and an elderly guard muttered. It's not impossible for them to get poked at, if you say so in Japan, like a young man with a miserable figure suddenly took a bunch of millions of yen out of his nostalgia.

As it stands, neither Kay nor Eileen are spending any money on clothing. Kay wears a long leather vest that is not decorative and also acts as a protective device. To Eileen, it's an ancient rural daughter style that was conceded in the village of Taaf. At the very least, if Kay is fully equipped, including leather armor, it's different, but we can't let him be seen as a poor man in this state.

"... Well, I see you have money. but it's a different matter from going through the castle gate."

The young guard, who had restarted from a state of distraction, said it out in a slight flash. Kay realizes that his thoughts are sweet when he thinks that if even under his sleeve is demanded -

"Hey, how can I get an ID or a permit? The point is, you can't let a guy with no idea what his identity is, right?

At that time, Irene, who was standing still, asked the two guards about their innocence.

"… it is not our concern when it comes to permits. You're going to the bureau."

The first one I answered was an older guard.

"Where's the bureau?

"You can go south along the walls. It won't take long enough to walk from here. It's a red brick building, probably lined with people at the entrance, so if you look at it, you'll see soon enough."

"Okay, thanks, OH!

"... but it's okay."

Irene's superior smile turned to him, a guard of the wind illuminated without merit. Kay thanked Kay and then quit.

"…… So, what do we do?

Walking for a while, away from the guards, Bosoli and Irene.

"…… well, I'll have to go"

"Right. Nevertheless, I have a certificate. I didn't hear..."

"I don't know if you can tell me."

"…… do you really need it? Could we have been physically chased away?

"I can't deny the possibility..."

Of course, the residents here who tried to interview me told Holland and the other merchants that the purpose of their visit to Wolvern was the library. In spite of that, I didn't say as one person that I needed a permit to enter a luxury city.

"…… but all of a sudden I guess I try to fool you"

"Did they think you were suspicious... maybe you're simply not of your character? There's something cold about these people here."

A little, swollen cheeks like a puff, says Eileen. Kay, on the other hand, only roared and did not speak, but it was a silent affirmation.

The same goes for the younger members of the earlier guards, but the citizens of Wolvern feel somewhat overlooking the leftovers. Even when listening, Kay and I barely looked at each other, and the response fluttered with a throw. Is it out of self-esteem that you are a people of the principality, or is it simply exclusive again? Even in Satina, from the memory of the "battle", residents who hated the people of the meadows were frequently seen, but the impression was that this place was terrible in circles.

Exceptionally, the employees of the lodgings, who often deal with the leftovers, and the merchants involved in the business are equally loving. But if you return the back, otherwise...

"- That doesn't sound like a very cosy city."

"To us."

Phew, and Irene sighs. It looks pretty blue. After a moment, Kay thought that maybe she wasn't used to being discriminated against at birth.

While I'm interested in a less pleasant chat, I get to the office the guard was talking about.

The bureau, united by red bricks, was particularly prominent as wooden and stone buildings were mixed. A guard stands near the entrance and a small Wolvern flag flies over the door. Dragon crest on the red - brick, guard gear, maybe this color is the symbol of Wolvern.

In the form of sticking out of the entrance, there were more than a dozen citizens exchanging rows. Line up at the rear of the line, even though they have strange eyes on them.

And wait.

…………

Just wait.

…… free time)

At this time, the two views were in agreement.

Naturally, I didn't assume this would happen, so I didn't bring anything to crush my spare time.

There are others just around the corner, so I stepped in. If it's hard.

- Okay, let's talk in Spirit Language.

'That's good!

Irene came aboard Kay, who cut her out.

'... So, what are you talking about?

"Well, about the library, I guess"

The surroundings turned an even stranger eye to Kays, who suddenly began to reward them in mysterious language, but neither of us realised it.

The truth is, I can cross that wall, right?

Irene, while showing the first castle wall with her jaw. It's a high, soothing wall with white paint and no irregularities - but it reminded me of Andrei's ability in the game age, and Kay's scissors and what a snort. Eileen should still have a rope with hook claws.

"That's a last resort."

'Can't you?

"Not bad, but I want in too."

"Drop the rope from the top and you'll look good, won't you?

"Are you okay at night? But we have to wait quite a bit until the library opens…… '

'Hmmm...... right. If it's just me, Ked, it's a question of where Kay is going to hide after it gets brighter...'

Discuss the intrusion plan as we think of each other with a poorer vocabulary than English. Thanks to that, the waiting time quickly passed, and I waited about thirty minutes before it was Kay's turn.

"……… Next"

Once inside the bureau, a skinny man looking tired called the Kays out of several classified receptionists.

Reception with only one crude waist. I dare not sit Eileen down and Kay decides to stand beside her. The receptionist turned his gaze toward the frigid smell.

"……… What can I do for you?

"I want to go to the library, but I can't get into the primary city because I don't have an ID or a permit. I need more information to get my certificate."

……

Tips, and a man tapping his desk with his fingertips.

"That means there's no such thing as a valid identity card within the Principality," he said?

"None"

"Right. Then it is not under our jurisdiction. Go to the Resident Administration."

"" What? "

"This is a city office, a bureau for citizens. I have no right or obligation to do business with Gentiles. … so next"

"No, wait a minute. Where is that resident administration?

I was about to be cut off from the story, and Irene rushes into the conversation.

"…… If you go east along the walls, there are buildings similar to ours. Well, if you don't know, ask the nearby residents.

"How long should I walk?

"... you'll get there without even enough. Not so far away."

"You're pretty sure I have an ID to get into a first-class city district, right?

"…… oh, except in wartime, the rules are equal to everyone. Even if it was a king."

"Oh, by the way, there's something I need to be careful about getting my ID."

"Hey come on temee lah!!

Go on. Eileen just tried to ask, yelling from behind. Shortly after looking back, Dosdos and his footsteps approached, and Kay and Irene were brutally pushed away.

Got a bad physique, middle-aged man. Instead of Eileen, he leans back somewhere in the chair and stares at Guillaume and this one.

"Keep people waiting, we're not talking forever! This is a place for citizens, not the rest of us! Get the hell out of here, you barbarians!

Just to say, the middle-aged man spit and threw away at Irene. It was Irene who flew away reflexively and avoided it at her place, but she said, "Kon's...!" He hoisted his eyebrows and glanced back the other way.

"... what those eyes are. Ah?"

That's what you didn't care about, kicking down a chair and reaching for Eileen. Middle-aged. But Kay, who advanced a step forward, won't let go of that wrist with disappointment. Now the middle-aged gaze turns to Kay.

"What is it? Temee, you're not going to do it, Cora."

Middle-aged, provocatively absurd with a wave of hands. Just a little shorter than Kay, but a good width instead. The way this arm is muscled - that's the manual worker's. Perhaps you are quite confident in your arms.

but Kay, without worrying about it, shuts up and shows the wall squirting with his jaw.

Next to the reception, there was a large sticker. It says right there that it's huge.

"-" It is strictly forbidden ", so be it. Can't you even read the sticky paper?

To Kay's chilling words, the middle-aged man, who laid eyes on the sticky paper, took a step or two back with an unspoken groan, "Gu, woo," he said.

Often, the middle-aged man moves his mouth puckering to say something, making his gaze go back and forth between the sticky paper and Kay many times. But no matter how long I waited, I wouldn't say anything, so I suddenly began to suspect that it was also expressed in a language disorder.

"……… you can't read, can you?

Bosoli and Irene.

"…… Oh,"

So, Kay made a point.

"Can't you really read it? Then we have no choice..."

Indeed, the 'here' world is richer than medieval Europe, and technology is well advanced. but that's not why the literacy rate is 100 percent. Especially if you are a civilian, there will be a certain number of people who cannot read the letters.

Convinced. Yeah. Nodding. Before Kay, the middle-aged man has a bright red face and a puffy tremor.

"As far as I'm concerned, it simply meant 'is it not in your eyes'..."

"That's enough, let's go. Ah (...) n (...) ma (...) ri (...) waited (...) let (...) chi (...) ha (...) evil (...) and wasting my time"

"That's true, too. So excuse me. Okay."

I saluted to the receptionist, and before any more trouble, Kay and the others left the bureau early enough.

The man kept his fist clenched and shivered with puffiness forever on the spot.

†††

Kays then walked along the walls and headed to the place where they would become the "Resident Administration", again waiting in line for about an hour to inquire about how to obtain permits for the different ethnic groups.

but.

The result was that it was very difficult to obtain a permit or ID at the moment.

First, the permit. This is mainly given to servants and vendors working in primary city districts, whose right of issue belongs to aristocracy, including kings.

I mean, if you want a permit, you have to ask the nobles.

And naturally, the Kays don't have noble twats. At this stage, it was considered to be a practically impossible measure.

Alternatively, it may be possible from now on for the Kays to sell themselves into nobility and become private soldiers when they become officers, but there is no certainty over the time taken. Also considering that scattered Irene was about to be 'bought' that beauty on the road so far, Kay's personal emotion is a policy he doesn't want to try out too much. I don't know what will happen.

So, how about an ID?

Identity cards are essentially issued for each city, and the acquisition of this is synonymous with the acquisition of citizenship. At the time the identity card is issued, your rights as an administrative individual are guaranteed, but instead you also incur tax and other obligations. For example, if you want to open an outdoor shop in Wolvern, citizenship is mandatory and you have to pay a few percent of your sales separately from taxes.

Now, that way of acquiring citizenship, - this was again complicated. At least to the extent that Kay, who has limitations in the vocabulary of law and real estate relations, wants to renounce understanding along the way.

In Wolvern, roughly summarising the conditions for obtaining citizenship,

· Conversable English proficiency, education sufficient to understand the tax system, minimum reading and writing literacy

(This is the rule against interracial peoples)

-The other year is proof that residences can be secured within Wolvern's urban area

(A letter of entitlement for the house, a lease agreement for the lease of the house, and in the case of residence, the landlord's authorization form shall be attached to this. However, accommodation shall be excluded. Nor can Nojuku be admitted)

-three-year tax advance, or more than four years of officer experience to the City of Wolvern

(As an officer experience, in the case of aristocratic private soldiers or mercenaries, the employer's deed is mandatory)

No criminal record in the Principality

(Certificates of innocence can be issued in the stuffing of some guards. If you are a level criminal with legs attached, you will be played at this stage)

· Letter of recommendation for five or more Wolvern citizens

(Strong personality as an identity guarantor)

In addition to these, the difficulty of obtaining them varies slightly due to the overlapping of various conditions, such as gender and age, origin and identity, the presence or absence of noble letters of recommendation, and wives' belts with Wolvern citizens. By the way, in the case of Kays, the criterion of scrutiny is going to be strict because the origin is considered a people of the meadows or a people of the snowfields.

That night.

Kays, who went back to the "HangedBug" pavilion for dinner, was in the room discussing it with a daze, even though he was frustrated by the feeling of fatigue.

"Well... your English skills are fine first, and your crime-free certificate will be fine."

"Uhm."

"Tax prepayments are also... handsome, right? Kay."

"Right. The" Big Bear "fur income comes in, and if it's not enough, you can sell the gems."

"Then…… the problem is…"

"Securing a dwelling;"

"" Letter of recommendation from five citizens, or…… "

Slowly, the words are heavily pressed against their chests.

Whether it's a residence or a letter of recommendation, it won't be impossible. If we follow the tundra around Holland, we might be able to figure it out. But in this exclusive city of Wolvern, it was more obvious than seeing fire that the journey was not plain.

- This is a pain in the ass.

Attacked by unspeakable melancholy, Kay fell asleep throwing herself in the bed where she was sitting. Then Eileen, who was in the wind at night at the window, storms me like a cat who found a toy.

"A little deeper."

"Oh, wow."

A luxurious body that pushes Kay against the wall and keeps his back in his arms.

…………

Often silence dominates the room.

"... don't you dare even visit my husband in Holland tomorrow"

"Yeah……………."

Irene exhaled as she grabbed Kay's arm, which was turned in front of her body. Kay, on the other hand, unconsciously caresses her beautiful blonde hair and looks out at the lamp's lights with a blind eye.

Blurry...

Take it easy...

"……… I don't care anymore."

Unwittingly.

Eileen said that.

"It's confusing, and I'm tired. I knew you'd stop looking into it and go back to Satina. Kay is a hunter... and I'm Lily's escort..."

Keep looking in the same direction as Kay - keep your expression hidden, keep your words coming.

"Nothing, even if you don't know the reason for the metastasis, you can live and go..."

Kay realized.

The time to talk has come, he said.

"…… hey, Eileen."

Hold your hand stroking your head and grab Irene's shoulder. I rolled her body around before it was reacted as it was and made her face herself.

Irene slightly opens her eyes, upset by the imposing Kay.

"Behold, what"

"Eileen.... What do you want to do?

Look straight at the shaky blue eyes.

"Do you want to stay in this world? … or do you want to go home"

I thought I heard a heartbeat.

"…… O, re…"

Irene, who shook her voice weakly, unthinkable from plain veins, lays her eyes down as if she could no longer stand Kay's gaze.

"I am……"

Receiving silence, Kay softly embraced her luxurious body.

"……… I would be happy if Eileen stayed with me"

Quiet, but clear, Kay tells. Eileen found herself breathtaking on her chest.

"But... after all, I want Eileen to decide. After this…… what do you want to do?"

Eileen, hold her tongue. But Kay kept saying things.

"Not me and you, the situation is too different, and I know Irene is worried because of it. I don't know why I'm here, or what I can do to get home. If you're a normal person, I think it's normal to be anxious and bothered.

I... at least I'm not going back to the world I came from. But still, the only reason I'm here is because I want to know. It's just a "coincidence" or a "miracle". I don't think I can explain this... "

"……… yeah."

Stifled, small, nodded.

"So, cause, how to go home, … I want Eileen to decide after I know all that, too"

Slowly, stroke your head.

"It's not too late to decide then. So... Until then, let's stay together."

- Hopefully, even then.

The word, without saying it.

"Yeah.... yeah"

Irene snorted in her arms many times, always in tears.

To Kay now, without saying anything, I can just hug her.

- Is it arrogant?

In some sort of solitude, Kay sinks into thinkings, alone.

Suppose...

Here and now, I want you to abandon everything in the original world and live with yourself.

If she complains enthusiastically, she'll probably respond to it.

However.

Is that all right? Can I force it? Can I just push my wish on her?

"Ugh... Ugh..."

The answer was obvious, before she was troubled, tormented, and weeping.

Ahead.

As you live, one day, there will always be a day when you will regret something.

Then at least at that time, - I want you to regret it in a satisfactory way.

Kay thinks so.

If we leave it to the flow and choose to stay in this world, Eileen will always regret it.

It's good now. We can both live happily ever after. But in ten years? Twenty years from now? What do you think?

It's too late to take action.

It's the only time.

For "Decide" - I haven't decided yet, it's the only time.

Trouble with your troubles, think about it, and pick one answer with it, even if you regret it one day, there must be some sort of 'convincing' there.

I want Irene to do that, Kay thinks.

- Whether that 'answer' is' to live with yourself ', pray.

(…… very self-satisfied)

In my mind, I mock. Too crazy emotion to call it 'self-derision'.

I don't want to impose on Eileen, but I seriously expect her to throw away the option of going home with her own hands.

That way - because you don't have to regret it?

Be yourself, be selfish, or - don't call this arrogance, what shall we call it?

But still.

Kay wants Irene to do that.

(What if -)

Close your eyes and think.

(If Eileen wanted to go home -)

At that time - at that time, I...

"Me,"

Soon, Irene, who had stopped crying, opened her mouth.

"Honestly, I still don't know if you want to go home."

Tearful eyes look up, frightened. Kay nodded silently.

"…… in a family of four. With my dad, my mom, my sister... everyone be nice. But."

Eileen circles her body so that she can experience the cold.

"Kay, too, I think he thinks. I used to do gymnastics when I was little.... He's so good, he's won junior tournaments before. Maybe I can make it to the Olympics... I've been trying. I was trying..."

When it gets bright, it sinks dark. Such an unstable tone.

"But... it was an accident. My legs, they're gone."

Ha, and in a dry voice, laughs.

"You sound like a liar. It's like a drama... I can't believe it either. No more... no more. Once upon a time, it was transplanted with cloning technology, like, there was. So I thought I'd bet on it. I tried to be a tester, I tried everything... but I got banned for religious issues, treaties. Only time goes by, and my body feels uneven... so one day, 'Oh, you're already murky'. Once you think about it, you can't do it anymore. I've been pulling cages ever since."

With his face nodded to Kay's chest, but with a pale voice. Eileen remained silent for a while.

"…… 'Unprecedented Reality'"

Eventually, pompous.

"... Kay isn't the only one who jumped at this selling complaint."

I looked up.

Painfully, he smiled.

"... but compared to Kay, I'm nothing at all. I've been thinking about myself, tragic heroine or something.... but the day I came to 'over here', I heard Kay, and I,... I,"

"That's not true"

Kay hugged Irene so hard that she could put it on her mouth.

"…… That's not true"

In the ear, repeat. Eileen just made the power to hug Kay a little stronger and says nothing else.

Kay lost everything, before he got anything.

Eileen was crushed by what she had won.

- Which would be more painful.

Purely, I think.

Ultimately, I can't compare the two examples because I haven't experienced them.

But - I can imagine.

"…… That was tough."

Pompous, as Kay shrugged, Eileen hugged her, not saying anything.

Strong. Strong...

…………

Then for a while, I kept my mouth shut.

"…… so I'm afraid to go home"

Pompous and Eileen exhales the thought.

"But... to my dad, to my mom, to my sister, I'm sad that I'll never see you again"

Irene, who was sifting and trembling, raised her face like she was afraid.

"... yet, lost... at all, I can't decide, but..."

An overflowing tearful eye stares at Kay.

"Will you stay with me until I get an answer?

- Time to get lost, etc.

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

Strong, nodded.

"Let's stay together."

The whisper was a cry from the soul.

"…… Thank you."

A smile, along with the colour of tears.

Neither way, I overlaid my lips.

Take it easy.

Like touching the depths.

A moment of rest.

But today, we were both exhausted.

Eventually, from either side, he starts to get a healthy sleep.

Night breeze blows and lights out the lamp.

The room covered in a book of darkness was just full of serenity.