Vermillion

Tomorrow.

Sleeping well for the night, Kays, who were feeling better, were visiting the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce.

"Hey, good morning, both of you. I heard you had business?

As they waited in a room at the mall, Holland appeared busy losing it. Anything soon, the caravan will be leaving for Satina again, and they have come to listen to me by sewing between their preparations.

"Sorry about the busy part, actually -"

While we were frightened, Kay consulted about their current situation - neither citizenship nor permits, but therefore the First Wall could not be crossed. Then,

"... Oh, my God. Didn't you know? Citizenship thing."

Often, he blinked, and Holland laughed unexpectedly.

"…… um. Unfortunately, there's no one around to let me know."

Holland darkens the colour of that bitter smile even further to Kay, who arms himself with a sinister face.

"No, I'm sorry. You joined us as a special escort on instructions from" up there. "Everyone in the crew, including me, probably assumed to have some sort of handover."

"Yeah, no, I didn't mean to complain about that."

Kay wolfed to Holland, who apologized modestly, realizing that his remarks were ironic.

"- So long, sir. What do you think we should do? I think we can handle taxes and residences. - They need a citizen's letter of recommendation to get citizenship."

Irene pinching her mouth just before the air gets awkward.

"Yes......... hey. Letter of recommendation."

"Sir, would you write it?

"No, unfortunately I can't do that. On paper, I'm a resident of Satina, so I don't have Wolvern citizenship."

Ask Eileen for tea and glamour, and Holland shrugs her shoulders again.

"Well, too bad. I wish I could, but I'd be glad to introduce you to someone else who might be able to ask."

"Hmm. There might be a better way to do this than with you and the others."

With a smile on his face, Holland whispered.

"Actually, here in Wolvern, there's going to be a martial arts tournament soon."

"…" Martial Arts (Tournament) "?"

"Yes. Recruit warriors from the Duchy of Akland, and hence countries, to compete for their martial arts. If the winner wins the" Principality One "honor, even if he doesn't win the prize, he will be awarded the prize and Wolvern honorary citizenship..."

"Hmm..."

"But when you do, are you going to fight again?

Next to Kay, who nods as impressed, Eileen clouds her expression. It's new to my memory that Kay became the wingman to duel a certain brain-muscle warrior around her.

"Ya, in Kay's case, I guess we should just compete in the shooting division. Unlike swords, spears, and horse matches, contestants don't fight each other directly."

Holland, who accurately drew Irene's concerns, smiled to reassure her.

"The shooting department, other than the bow?

"Oh, it was fifteen years ago that the martial arts tournament was held, when a wide variety of long-range weapons were" shot "in bulk, leading up to the bow and arrow crossbow (crossbow) and stone throwing string (sling). Essentially, what we do is together, it's a guess."

"As long as it takes."

"Especially since the winners were just bow and crossbow users, and Sling even had difficulty breaking through the qualifying round," he said.

"Does that mean there are rules that make sling unfavourable?

"No, I simply don't have much use for slings around here. So compared to the bow, the overall standard is really low. I hear you're still active in a poor village, but basically soldiers and hunters use bows."

Few people bother to challenge the tournament with a sling because it doesn't look good compared to bows and crossbows, Holland says.

A stone-throwing string (sling) is a simple, structured, string-like weapon that strikes out stones, lead balls, and so on with centrifugal force. Compared to bows, production is easy, with the strength that even stones falling on the side of the road can be used instantly as bullets. Then the range is longer than a bad bow, and its power can never be foolish. Due to the nature of swinging and throwing, it takes some skill in handling, but it is also easy to obtain, and in the game it was a weapon for outlaws (outlaws).

A sling that can throw a fist-large stone from a long distance has a mass in the throw itself, so even if you are consolidating yourself with armor, hitting it will always cause damage. Broken bones, ruptured guts, or damaged weapons. Unlike bows, it is also a great advantage that the user can equip himself with a shield because he can release it with one hand.

Although there is also the disadvantage of being hard to handle on horses, if operated in a group, it sometimes wields more fierceness than a bow. In terms of striking power, Sling has the potential to overwhelm the bow.

- In particular, the "dragon scale through" where sheet metal armor even pulls out the shield is an exception during the exception going further above it.

(Speaking of which, PK (player killer) used to throw stones...)

With her eyes narrowed, Kay nostalgically turns back memories of her gaming days.

stone-throwing, I still get the chatty impression when I hear just that, but the release of a player skilled in sling. That no longer equals shells. Especially the throw of players who are good at "stealth" is a word of threat, and even Kay, who almost supremely "passive", has not been knocked off a horse once or twice without dodging in time.

Andrei, who was bad at "passive", had a worse eye..., etc., and the sound of knocking on the conn and door drew Kay back to reality.

"I've got tea."

A young girl with shallow black skin - Edda, Holland's daughter - entered the room with a mug on top of the tray.

"Hey, Edda."

"Ooh, how are you?

"Yeah! Brother,...... and sister, too, hiccup!

Turn to Kay, and laugh innocently, Edda. It's been a long time, but it hasn't been three days since we last met. However, over the past few days, Irene and I have changed our distance decisively and gained various experiences by visiting the bureau again. Though a few days, they all had an intense time - a week spent in a caravan was Kay that felt like a long time ago.

Edda, who put the cup on the table, dives straight into Kay's arm, wondering what he thought. To Edda, who naturally fits on her lap, she began to say something that Holland had somehow novelled, "Leave the room to avoid disturbing the story," but Kay gently condoned it.

All I'm saying is it's a child's thing, and most importantly, she's familiar with her face. Isn't it a harsh story to get out just because you're done making tea?

As Kay, I don't hate Edda, and Eileen likes kids, so there shouldn't be a problem - so when she looked next door, Eileen had a beautiful smile that she should be able to afford as an adult. The opposing Edda swells her cheeks slightly, in return for such Eileen.

Well, I was wondering what happened to this. There, Kay found an unidentified sense of crisis, but before thinking deeply about it, "Bye," Holland opened his mouth.

"Whatever it is, if Kay is going to be in the tournament, the prize will be solid first. So I'm going to talk to the Branch Manager about this. You'll need to nominate one Wolvern citizen to be eligible."

"Recommended again, or"

Kay's mouth edge hangs sarcastically. When I'm so thorough, I just have to laugh now.

"Well, even as a city, I can't wait to put it on the tournament and see if the rogue influxes. Branch manager said he wanted to meet you in person with the Big Bear, and it's not a bad idea to have a connection to one of the biggest players here?

"No, that's a great suggestion. I'm sorry for everything, thank you."

"You're welcome. Well, I'll be out of Wolvern in three days... so I'll have my schedule adjusted by tomorrow or the day after."

Holland grabbed the cup and soaked a sip of tea with a loving smile.

"…… Brother, are you going to some kind of competition?

"Yeah, in the martial arts, in the shooting division."

Let Edda, who shines her eyes, snort gently. It's not like a duel, it's just a targeted competition, so it's easy for Kay.

"Heh, wow, wow! When are you leaving?

On his knees Cacca and Shaggy Edda, Kay, questioned, stranded in the answer and looked at Holland for help.

"Uh, sir. What about a detailed schedule or something?

"In the meantime, the tournament will be announced in a few days. Then, in view of the time the contestants gather in Wolvern... well, maybe a month from now."

"A month……………"

Kay and Irene look at each other.

((That's a long time...))

More than you can imagine, the period opens. Especially given the hassle of aspirants gathering in Wolvern from all over the world after the tournament was announced, this might be a reasonable time.

(I wonder how it was spent......)

Kay thinks. Two weeks and a few days after I came to this world. Compared to the years of more than twenty years, it has been a very short period of time, but it has been a dense day in the fold of the finger even looking back on my previous life.

But now that I've achieved my primary goal of "Reaching Wolvern," I feel like I've been given a month's leisure time - thrown out in the middle of a whole meadow. She probably feels the same way to see Irene's blurry expression next door.

"- By the way, what business do the Kays have in the library? I've seen a lot of people say they want to see one of the best libraries in the Principality, but they weren't even in a boulder until they actually tried to take citizenship for it."

Without any concern, in a very natural manner, Holland talks to the Kays. But it seemed like he was asking what he wanted to find out in the library.

And I looked next to him, and I said, "It's nothing, is it? Just saying," Irene shrugs her shoulders small.

We have a short relationship, but we know that our journey together does not make Holland feel like a person. The good and bad character and whether there are any negative effects that may arise from it is a different matter, - but I guess we should talk about it here, Kay opened his mouth more or less.

"... Actually, we are both Gentiles from far away places"

Concepts such as games and other worlds are blurred and explained in order. I went into the white fog, where my memory was interrupted, and I was in the meadow of 'here' if I noticed -.

"- So what happened to us? How far away is this place from our homeland? Or is there a way back? I want to find those clues in the library."

On second thought, we've already talked about this in the village of Taaf. Take the mug on the table while thinking that if you say it, there's nothing to it, etc. It tickled the nasal cavity, mellow aroma - oh, I guess this is chamomile, and I hit it. I've had a drink in a VR store before on some occasion.

"Hmmm...... that is quite a flying story"

Holland looks at the open window as he strokes his mustache and thinks of something. I kept thinking about it for a while, but eventually turned to the Kays with a face like I'd given up.

"…… but, well, maybe you and the others could."

This is a world unlimited to [DEMONDAL]. Sorcery, miracles and paranormal phenomena are recognized as objective facts in their existence. As for the metastasis, it's a flurry, but I can't say enough that it's never possible.

For one thing, Holland seems to have decided to trust what Kay has to say.

"The White Misty Gentile (Etrunge), or…. I hear there are some departments in the library that specialize in inheritance, witchcraft, and spells. I hope we can find something."

"…… hey, brother."

At that time, Edda was confused and pulled Kay's sleeve.

"I know. The story of the Misty Gentile.

Kay drops her gaze with unexpected thoughts to the girl who looks up at herself from within her arms.

"Is that true?

"Yeah. To the east of the northern earth, there's a deep forest where fog can always set in, and 'people' coming out of that forest, from somewhere far away, are people who have been dispersed in the fog..."

"You've never heard of it before. Did Marie's wife tell you?

"Yeah."

To an intriguing Holland inquiry, Edda sifts and shakes her head. And I jumped out of those poor lips because

"Alexei's brother taught me."

To the shocking fact, Kay and Irene stopped moving.

"…… Alexei?

"Yeah. When I asked what kind of toco the North earth was, at that time......"

"Seriously……"

It was Eileen who held her head. During the convoy escort, I listened to a lot from Alexei to gather information, but it was all like I really didn't care about the bragging of my ancestors and family, or the martial arts in my own neighborhood.

(You haven't heard the key thing!!

Now, it's too late to regret that important clues are rolling so close to us - we should have explained our situation in detail at any rate.

Eileen felt her powers fall out of her whole body, wondering what she was like to be in an extended relationship to a long story where values were uneven and uninteresting.

"Have you heard anything else!?

Kay asks impetuously about Eileen slipping off the chair with the cheats. Edda began to talk about what Alexei had told her when she was not eating well.

The Devil's Forest stretches east of the northern earth - the "Sage's Safe House", just to name it.

A fog-covered, creepy world that is said to drive you crazy if you step in ten steps.

Talk about the inexperienced monster that nests there and Alexei's grandfather's experience.

And a Gentile heirloom that once appeared out of the fog.

To interest Kay and Irene, it was too much talk.

"Please elaborate on the Gentile part."

"Hmmm... sorry, I haven't heard much about that place"

When Kay asks for more information, Edda hits and changes and loses her energy. I still can't, or Kay, whose disappointment comes to her face unexpectedly, is visibly depressed by "I'm sorry......"

"No, never mind, it must be an important lead"

"Hmmm, hmm...... oh, just one thing, I let you listen to the song that comes from that Gentile!

"Like what?"

"What was his name...... what was it? Grandma may remember, though. Uh, but I remember the melody."

Close your eyes and quietly start mumbling the melody line, Edda.

To be honest, I wasn't expecting much - that, listening to a sad melody of sadness, Kay and Irene felt their whole bodies goosebump.

"" "Greensleeves" ……! "

Edda opens her eyes to a name from their mouths.

"Yes, that name! You both know!?

Edda in an excitement, but the Kays have no voice, stunned, only to look at each other.

"Greensleeves" - On Earth, it's a world famous song.

Kay knows him well, too. When I was still in elementary school, it was the music from the lower school that was ringing after school. And since I started learning English in the VR world, it's also a song that my English friends taught me lyrics. You can't forget.

"Kay......"

With a faded face, Eileen looks here. Kay, too, felt incredible. The shock of all of Alexei now blows away. There's no way exactly the same melodic song is accidentally composed because how much English or Russian is a world normally used.

Yes, this is an obvious trace.

Someone from Earth left it, it's a footprint.

Expectations turn to certainty. In the land to the north - in the "Fog Forest" there is something.

"How's that?... hometown song or something?

Holland turns an interesting eye to the unusual Kays. Half way, mind not here, Kay nodded vaguely.

"In our hometown, it's a widely known song..."

"Is that so………"

Tilting the mug, Holland imagines Kay's hometown. The people of the meadows - Kay, who doesn't even look like him, and Eileen, who is clearly known as the genealogy of the people of the snowfields. Interracial, interracial, they usually interact with each other and share the same culture, what is their 'homeland'?

"…… what shall we do? I'm dying to go after Alexei right now."

"Hmm, that's right"

Kay thinks about Irene with a sinister face.

"Three days after I left him... the horse would have caught up to me."

"He's walking. Which way to the tournament is a month? Then..."

"No, I want you to wait a minute"

Holland stopped as the story came together in the direction of tracking Alexei.

"Let me be honest with you, it's not realistic to go after him now."

"Hmm? But our horses, they're pretty fast, huh?

"Still, three days of L.A. hurts. There are five paths from Wolvern to the North, large and small.... Do you know in which direction he left?

"... Eileen, where's his hometown?

As Kay inquired, Eileen swimmed her eyes diagonally upwards.

"Hiccups, hiccups…………."

…………

No. Shit, and Kay and Holland's gaze intersect.

"Even if it's east in a bite, it changes a lot in the northeast or southeast.... because the northern earth is vast."

"... if you think calmly, there's no certainty that he went straight home. Did Edda hear anything else?

"Mm-hmm. I didn't ask."

"Is that so………"

"If this is the case, I should have asked you more………"

Eileen holding her head and lying on her desk. But here Kay flashed.

"No, wait, it's too early to give up. If you [track] it with magic............!

"Oh, I see, did you and the others have that hand!

Kay floating with joy, Holland hitting his knees with his pussy. but Irene looks up so slowly that it sounds giggly, she sees Kay half-eyed.

"Kay. Do you even have one of Alexei's possessions?

…………

After the duel, Alexei was about to give me my entire fortune as a reward - but it wasn't anyone else who turned it down, Kay. As a result, the product associated with Alexei, which acts as a catalyst for [tracking] magic, does not even have a single piece of grated copper coin or hair.

I don't have it.

"If this is the case, I should have received something......!!

Now it was Kay's turn to hold his head.

†††

In the end, Alexei's pursuit was stopped because it was unrealistic.

Holland said the summer solstice festival is starting tomorrow, and people are getting very intense in and out of Wolvern nowadays. And that made it even more difficult to find people.

Even as the Kays, after all that clean goodbye, it's so out of time and awkward to be reunited after Alexei. It was also significant that there were other hands to look for and listen to the people of the snowfields, even if they did not bother to detain Alexei.

Playing with Edda on her knees, Kay packed a story about Holland's interview with the branch manager and then told her that he was looking for a replacement for the broken sword in the duel and the type of watch he could carry.

"- You want a pocket watch? Totally bourgeois. You guys."

Holland laughed in disdain even though I was patient on the hourglass too, but he promised to arrange it because he was certain that Kays would have the ability to pay. Instead of getting a slight discount on this watch, Kay is supposed to pay it in cash instead of deducting it from the sale price of the fur of the "Big Bear", whose buyer has not yet been confirmed. If it's about a piece of gold, you won't be able to pay it.

Finally, Kay returned to the "HangedBug" pavilion after being taught a well-armed blacksmith in the Chamber of Commerce series.

"No, it's been an unexpected development, Kay"

The tavern on the ground floor. Eileen looked a little tired and elbowed the table nonchalantly.

Is the time around 11: 00 am? It was after eight o'clock that I visited the Chamber of Commerce, so I would have been talking to Holland for at least two hours.

I'm sorry to interrupt your busy spot - I think it was Kay, but I remembered that I paid better than a bad customer myself, such as a long sword and expensive watch arrangements, so I decided not to worry about it any more.

"Oh. I never thought that Alexei - the people of the snowfield - would hold the key. Either way, it's a big harvest."

While fixing the bow case position, Kay also relaxes with his hips down to the chair. Thanks to Edda, we got a new clue, but it doesn't change the original goal of 'looking into the transfer in the library'. Holland also said that it is too sudden to get into the North with only the information at this stage. While hearing about the heritage from the people of the snowfields living around Wolvern, it would be advisable to proceed with the investigation in the library from an even more academic point of view. At least, information can be collected much more efficiently than vaguely looking into 'metastases'.

…………

Often, they both remain silent as they take their seats.

Eyes on the corner of the tavern.

Arranged in the back seat, cluttered with thin paper, wood, small knives for fine work, etc. on the table, a young woman who somehow works in the workmanship - it's Jamie.

I'm thirsty, so I'd like you to come and get my order soon, but Jamie doesn't even notice that the Kays have come into the tavern. He cuts thin paper, glues trees and ties them with strings, and focuses his consciousness on hand unconsciously. There is no Dwarf-faced shopkeeper now, and she is the only one I have if I want to order, but I was hesitant to speak up because I am working too hard.

Eileen, who poked her cheekstick at the table with both hands, laughed at Kay. Unlike Kay, who doesn't hesitate to speak up, it's a funny setup to make her unaware. Kay also, knowing that he was slightly disgusted, imitated Eileen and poked his cheek cane with both hands.

Keep your gaze on Jamie for a few minutes.

"Yeah, I could."

With a lonely Doya face, Jamie takes love and her own strength. Finished is a simple rectangle with thin paper on the wooden frame. Thin paper, like cuts, was all cut into the shape of deformed animals, and the pattern went hand in hand with something somewhere naive, reminding Kay of the paper lights he had made in elementary school at an early age.

Placing the knife, Jamie looks at the work satisfactorily from various angles. but I gradually noticed Kays with their cheeksticks poked at the table as I tried to see them with angles that would dictate from the diagonal down.

"Howa!?

Jamie glances at his body with oddity and is about to fall out of his chair. And for some reason, with the piece in my hand, I rushed over with great momentum.

"No, since when............!?

"…… hmm. About five minutes ago?

"Right."

Yeah, yeah, and when the two of them nodded with their cheeks on, they said, "YEAH!" He raised his voice and Jamie hid his face with the light of his hand. The cheeks peeking slightly are red.

"Sorry, didn't realize...... what you ordered!?

"Something to pinch lightly and… I guess I'll even watermark the wine. And Irene?"

"I'm with apple liquor."

"OKOK, wait a minute!"

Placing the lights on the nearby table, Jamie pulled into the back of the kitchen trying to escape.

(Usually a strong daughter looks embarrassed...... nice)

He made fun of me the other day about the sound of the night, and at that time he wondered what a glamorous daughter he would be, but he has a heart of shame. It's a fresh sensation just because the plain is hazy.

Bad bugs lately - and I remember unexpectedly the shopkeeper who was moaning.

(I could have sucked without Eileen, too)

Is he called Gap Cute? He was satisfied that he could see something rare in any case. Irene is intrigued by the abandoned lights.

"Yes, thank you for waiting. Wine splitting, apple liquor, and canapes."

After a while, Jamie returned with a tray full of plates and cups.

"Hey, this is something extravagant coming again."

An accidental exclamation leaks on a plate of canapés placed on the table. Cheese, vegetables, ham, etc. were served on a strong bread thinly sliced into bite-sized pieces. I thought it would be a long time since I took my order, but if I was making this, I'd be convinced.

"Service, service"

That's what Jamie laughs at, but the lights aren't out of his face. As for the liquor, it was a little expensive, but I paid a few small silver coins together, including the rent.

"Hey, what is this?

Full, Eileen asks, pointing to the lights. Jamie laughed as she gave up,

"Well... Tomorrow, the summer solstice festival will begin, won't it? It is customary to flush the lights (lanterns) on the eve of a festival. Everyone runs a canoe with lights and candles in the river."

"Heh."

Irene looked impressed, cheeky with cheese and ham canapés. Kay also listened, wondering if it was like a spiritual flush.

"But is it okay to flush that stuff? I hear if the water gets dirty, the spirits will get angry."

River, it would be about the Aria River flowing east of Wolvern. Kay, who remembers the legend of the Great Spirit of Water, of Lake Schnapeia downstream of it, releases simple questions.

"Oh, then I'll be fine. Because the people of the town of Euria are willing to die when they reach the lake…"

"Is that so?"

Kay nods with a cramped grin at Jamie's unpredictable response. I thought it was annoying, but I didn't give it to you.

"Tonight, I'm going to go check it out, too, but if it is, why don't you come see it with me?

"Oh, okay?

"Of course. It's very romantic."

"Heh, good, good! Thanks!"

Two exciting girls. I didn't have time to pinch my mouth and decided to accompany Kay, but I decided to go with her because I didn't have any particular reason to say no.

That night.

After we had dinner, Kay and the others all left the inn after putting no to the Dwarf-faced shopkeeper - apparently named 'Derrick'.

Initially Derrick showed Jamie that he was going to flush the lights, but when he heard Kay and Irene were going to accompany him, he was happy to allow this. Sure, it's not a good idea for a daughter-in-law as smart as Jamie to walk alone after sundown. Derrick called me, and the word "I asked for it" felt strangely heavy on me.

Jamie has a round back, but Kay and Irene decided to go armed just in case. Eileen puts a dagger on her hips and Kay hangs the sabel she borrows from her. Originally, if it was the White Soldier War, the armament would go up to Eileen - but the poor appearance was disastrous, and she decided it would not be a deterrent.

Incidentally, there were many other guests who offered to accompany them besides the Kays, but they had Derrick look at them and shut them up. Kay was judged not to be a 'bad bug' because it's obvious he likes Eileen.

All three, plenty, go to the city setting in the sun.

Jamie holding the light with both hands and Kay illuminating the road with a lamp raised on her right hand side. Eileen grabs Kay's empty left hand and walks next to her as she comes.

The eve festival of lightning. The city on this day was something special indeed. The streets are illuminated by bonfire lights, showing a different appearance.

The shadows of the inhabitants heading east were shaking like ghosts. The footsteps of countless people, the breath - full of signs of people - are far from the festive fervour.

Usually, with all this crowd, it's a sleazy thing to be wary of - but only today, it was full of harsh air that would not allow such evil.

Even with people's blurring, it was still quiet.

"You're quieter than I thought."

Kay whispers to neighbor Irene as she walks in the flow of people.

"Right..."

Nodding confused, Eileen also answered small again. An atmosphere where you can even open your mouth. The people around them are also exchanging words, trying to whisper. The number of mouths that become natural and less about it.

Through the castle gate and out of the city. Towards the Aria River, there was a straight line of people. Hanging lanterns at the tip of a long stick, guards dedicated to unique lighting guide people through the dark night lanes, like a daunting soldier.

I walked about enough and reached the riverbank. Dark, top-down river surface - humid air gently strokes cheeks.

Gorn, gorn, sounding from the city, the sound of a bell.

Chained, several clock towers tell us that the temple, or the castle spire - rings a bell on each one and that the time has come.

Instead, a line of people approached the river and thoughtfully began to shed lights and toy ships. Sucking black river surfaces with puffy, swaying lights, dancing, and brilliant waves, they are as if the starry sky had been poured straight into the river. And the lights, which gradually increased in number, eventually became a great wave of light and flowed away.

Woohoo, and Kay sighed.

What is flame so far that it can be seen in the darkness of night?

"Beautiful……………."

Simply, Irene utters a word of admiration, as if she had been floated by heat.

Oh, wow, Kay also tried to hammer him, but any more exclamation felt rather innocent. Snort without saying anything and ask Jamie next door instead.

"Is this an ancient traditional event?

"…… yes."

so as to hold him tight, Jamie stroked the lights in his arms,

"... the lights themselves have been around for a long time. But we all started doing it the day before the festival, ten years ago."

In the darkness, I see a side.

It's a solace festival for those who died in the Battle.

After a while, Jamie's turn came. Rent fire from Kay's lamp and light a candle of lights.

Gently, the lights floating on the water circle in front of Jamie for a little while. It's like dancing - but it can't resist flowing water, and it keeps pulling away from the shore. It joins a flock of drifting light and flows away downstream.

……

Jamie dropped it off in silence. Kay, Eileen, and so on.

This world...

Technology is more developed than in real life medieval Europe. but still, paper and candles should still be expensive for ordinary people.

(But this is all the people)

Look around. Filling the banks of the river, people, people, people... Some look like old women with crooked hips, others look like toddlers drawn to their parents. They were all ordinary people. Instead, he was even a poor minister. Like the nobles, the dressed could not exist on this occasion.

"… Shall we go?"

Jamie turned his back on the river around the corner, dancing on the lights, disguised animals disappeared.

Walk out. Towards the city, slowly.

"…… because so many people are dead."

Eventually, he pounded, and opened his mouth.

"It must have taken some pre construction to have a festival without feeling comfortable."

Saying so, Jamie laughs. He smiled uncontrollably.

†††

The month after that passed instantly.

At the same time as the summer solstice festival began, the martial arts tournament was announced and Kay met with the branch manager of the Chamber of Commerce to obtain a letter of recommendation.

He then proceeded to participate in the militant tournament at the bureau and was taken straight to the guard's stuffing, where he was tested for bow skill in the name of 'Prove Minimum Strength'. As a result, the target was crushed and the surrounding liver was removed due to its power and accuracy….

Afterwards, take a look around at the suitably sturdy long sword at the blacksmith who introduced you to Holland, or look around Wolvern's property in preparation for your migration.

Run off when you hear the eastern village is having trouble with the beast damage, hang out for a picnic in the suburbs with Eileen, and take a nap.

Find people in snowfields who live around Wolvern, find out about heritage, -.

At first, I thought about what to do for a month, but it won't be long if it passes.

Both Kay and perhaps Eileen had more fulfilling days than they could have imagined.

And Games Day.

Armed with leather armor, Kay was in a large tent set in the meadows. This is the holding room for players in the shooting department, where, besides Kay, warriors with bows and crossbows relax in their thoughts, even the people of the meadows, the people of the plains and, at the end, the people and thinkers of the snowfields.

It was chosen as one of the smaller fortresses near Wolvern with a large squad yard. Sometimes the surroundings are primitive and grazing land, and there are a lot of spectators. Of course, Eileen and, for a moment, Edda and Jamie might be here to support us.

However, Kay's expression was somewhere in spite of the fact that it was going to be a clear stage for a generation.

(I wonder what will happen, this tournament)

Initially, Kay was trying to participate only with "Dragon Scale Throughout" and arrow bundles, but with a notification from the Games management, he has consolidated his defense with leather armor just as he did in battle.

('We'll go ahead with the competition in a slightly different way than last time', he said...)

I remember what Games officials said and Kay can't hide a glimmer of anxiety. "Equip this if you have armor" was the instruction from the operator. Essentially, there should have been no direct dispute between the participants, mainly due to the fact that there was no feeling of tingling between the players or the other players.

(I just had a duel and don't feel like losing though)

I looked over at the participants and Kay was honest with me. Some give a vibe characteristic of a fierce man, such as a mercenary of war, or a hunter of great skill, but it is somewhat inferior to Alexei's hegemony.

Nevertheless, Kay didn't want to hurt anyone else either, and I was perfectly sorry that I would get hurt. I can't even pull myself out now because - it's not refreshing, it's the current situation waiting for time to pass.

There was nothing to do, and Kay put the "dragon scale through" on her lap and checked the condition of the arrow.

"Kay?... Isn't that Kay!?

Unexpectedly raise your face to a voice calling your own name. He then opens his eyes to a sinister, disappointing physique hunter with a bearded chin of torrid colour, who jumped into his sight.

"- Mandel! Mandel!

Standing in front of Kay was Mandel, a hunter in the village of Taaf. Leather protectors on the right clothes and a feather-decorated leather hat on the head. He carried an arrow barrel on his back and had a used shortbow in his hand.

"Long time no see.... Been a month and a half?

"Ah, oh."

Mandel with a gentle smile. With a stiff handshake, Kay nodded like an idiot more than once.

"Mandel, too, going to the tournament?

I thought, "Oh, I'm so excited to win.... Kay has confirmed that he can't win if he wants to join us."

Mandel laughs bitterly while humbled, but Kay remains vague with a smile, desperate to keep her own tension from appearing on her face.

Well, breathe in, and be ready.

"……… How is everyone in the village?

Doubts released with maximum tension. It was as if the heart would strike an early bell, but - Mandel answered it without incident.

"Oh.... everything's fine, everyone's fine"

Hearing that, the power falls out of Kay's entire body.

(... the bandits didn't come to the village after all)

My heart became lighter and Kay was finally able to have a sincere laugh.

"Is that so… has anything changed recently in the village?

"Right. As a matter of fact, after Kay left, one of the children got sick, but when Anka's wife put on her nerves, she immediately healed.... The old lady was delighted to cry," Thanks to Kay and the others for teaching me Spiritual Language. "

"Oh no! That's good. Even this one was worth teaching. I guess the woman's feelings reached the Spirit, this is amazing, she's talented."

Apparently, that old curser woman succeeded in exercising her spell. With pure surprise, Kay praised her wholeheartedly, at will.

"And then, … right"

Hmm, Mandel thought,

"……… so much as Cynthia was caged"

Kay's brain was revived by the appearance of a woman with a faint atmosphere of joy.

"What Cynthia... is that the wife of the village chief's son?

"Right.... white, flax hair, that beauty."

…………

I have trouble reacting. I definitely remember Cynthia, but at the same time I remember her husband.

As for Kay, I sincerely appreciate Cynthia for taking care of Eileen, but I don't have a very good impression of the village chief's son - was it named Danny - because he is suspected of attempted rape. Besides, via Eileen, I also know that for Cynthia it was a marriage that she didn't want.

"Is that so………………"

In the end, all I could do was nod vaguely.

"Cynthia has never been blessed with a baby. Whatever it is, he was given the trace of the next village chief.... I'm so glad."

Mandel, who said so - was calm and calm. Kay felt somewhat uncomfortable with the attitude, but Mandel changed the subject.

"In the meantime, I heard that 'a certain hunter defeated the Big Bear (Grandurus) with a single blow'.... Is this about Kay?

"Oh, - yeah. Well, yeah."

"Oh no! Again? … It seems that there were giant" big bears "like Koyama."

"No, that is a great deal of boulder. Actually, it's about five meters long."

That's how the guards came from the outside as we were thriving on the topic of the "big bear".

"Gentlemen! It's time to start qualifying. Everyone, gather outside when you're ready!

Pilli, and the air in the tent tightens. Finally, the tournament is about to begin.

"Finally."

"Oh.... I'm getting nervous."

Mandel smiles invincibly, back-to-back with words, stroking his favorite shortbow. Kay caught the end of his mouth feeling the same way and re-gripped the "dragon scale through" on his left hand.

- Let's go.

Exit the tent and step into the practice field. The spectators who were gathering around him cheered on the valiant men who continued to show themselves.

When I run my gaze - in the front row, I see Eileen in formation. Next to it were Holland and Edda.

When Kay waves lightly, Irene realizes it and waves back energetically, ending up flying her throwing kiss enthusiastically. With a bitter smile, Kay also flew back. Mandel is laughing beside him.

"So long, gentlemen! Let's talk about qualifying! Let's start by shooting targets from fifty steps away, just like last time, and have them compete for accuracy in their aim. Next..."

In front of the players, one of the guards started explaining, so focus your consciousness there.

Wolvern Martial Arts Games, Shooting Division.

The battle to win glory and rights for Kay was about to begin.