Vermillion

The men who were arguing somewhat in front of Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce headquarters stopped talking about admitting or denying Kay and Eileen's appearance.

One fat middle-aged father and three armed and resilient men.

Wandering their gaze between Kay and Irene in a frigid way, they moved ahead of this one saying hello.

My middle-aged father takes a step back and stands in front of it so that one of the inflexible men - the red-haired greatness - can shelter him. The other two carelessly adjusted the angle of their lower back swords as they spread loosely to the left and right.

silent, natural, then perfect collaboration.

The red-haired man in the middle hides his middle-aged father from Kay's sight and is stuck on a straight line connecting the two sides. The two left and right kept an exquisite intermission, no matter how they pulled out their swords, they did not interfere with each other.

Be vigilant until it's clear. "Hey," Irene solidified as she opened her mouth to try to speak up.

"… what can I do for you?"

My middle-aged father, who has fallen back - probably the most visible position on this occasion - asks in a frustratingly low voice.

The language of the people of the snowfield. He's not going to speak "English." Eileen cared about Kay for a moment, but this place dampens her lips with a smudge by deciding that she should talk.

'... I hope you don't mind so much. I didn't come here to fight. "

Eileen also replied in Russian, his middle-aged father shrugged his jaw toward Kay.

"I am taking the people of the meadows. That's all. We're on full alert. '

"He is not a people of the meadows. My twat, but I assure you that '

'I don't ask that. What do you want? "

Irene shrugged her shoulder when this was first compassionate to a man who repeated himself with a grumpy expression.

"I heard the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce is sending out a caravan tomorrow."

"What's wrong with that?"

"… to put it simply, I would like you to accompany your caravan. We're going to Beryansk, too. '

"What?"

The man, blinking often, shook his head with his nose still ringing.

"I'm not talking about it. Go home."

'Of course I won't say it for free. Talk about what you'll get. "

"Well, what are you going to do for me? You don't want me to sell it to you?"

One of the guards, who had refrained from doing so to the left and right, turned his gaze to lick Irene's limb with a lowly grin. Eileen doesn't answer that, she just rattles her fingers with her pussy.

[- Kerstin.]

The weather and air gave birth to different signs. The shadow at Irene's feet trembles.

It's like countless snakes, or a hand exploring something.

A black shadow that beats you around.

The four of them, behind the girl, hallucinated the appearance of a lady smiling softly.

"… a magician?"

The slight agitation was stiffened with a puffiness, and his middle-aged father rattled his nose. The other men stiffened themselves for a moment, but soon they pulled out their shoulders and returned to their natural bodies. I don't know what's inside, but at least it looks like it's keeping a normal mind.

"Oh, you're not too surprised."

"Our Chamber of Commerce also has a magician. … but not so far. '

A middle-aged father who seems creepy in the shadows as he tells him to be strong.

After the last few days of Operation Evil Wizard, Kerstin, who apparently woke up to perform, evolved the shadow into something more and more radical. Thanks to you, you're just a false vanity, and now you're drifting such an evil aura that you're going to be cursed to death even if you just touched it.

(But... you're a magician, you're a pain in the ass)

Eileen thinks. When it comes to surrounding magicians at the Chamber of Commerce, there will be many opportunities for them to immediately touch the magic. I almost wanted to blur the limits of my abilities, but I might not be able to say much appropriate.

(No, it depends on what type of magician you are)

If you are able to share information on the offensive wiki as in the game, then the magicians of this world will not reveal their hand tags so easily. And it is only if they are closed that they are considered oblivious to the covenant spirits of others as well.

In other words, unless you have a contract with Kerstin for a spiritual of the same descent at all, there is a good chance that some things will not be found out if they are deluded.

So what sorcerer would the Chamber of Commerce be if it were to hire? Looking back at the information examined in advance, security around the streets should have been relatively good before the horse thieves left. And "luxury" like purposefully putting a magician on the escort of a caravan can't be that easy if you want to. More useful sorcery on the back. And it's not so uncommon to be a covenant spirit.

Once again, Eileen looked at the headquarters of the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce. A square hole in the upstairs wall with a potpout. If it's a small animal, it could be used as an entrance or exit. Yeah, like a bird, for example.

"Do you even have a raven?"

Eileen smiled with a grin, but her middle-aged father didn't change his expression and didn't answer anything.

(Bingo)

But Irene sees through the back of her eyes. The magician held by the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce would be the contractor for the "Dead Bird (Plug)" in the 10th century. Even on his way from Wolvern to Dylannylen, he had frequently seen ravens carrying letters. You must be making money running a messenger raven.

'... so what does the sorcerer say to us?

Where the conversation was stalled, the red-haired greatness in the middle gently encouraged the conversation to continue.

'Well, as you can see, I manipulate the shadows. And it shows its true value after dusk......'

Flirting her coat, Eileen gracefully gives it a try. Glossy grin, glittering shadow flowers.

"Rest in your sleep. Let the book of the night be my family, and let us defeat the wretched ones. … I greatly reduce the risk of being attacked at night camp. Specifically, the early discovery of enemies approaching the camp at night in the dark, and their repelling. I think it's quite a fascinating proposition under the circumstances these days. '

What do you say? Tilt your little neck.

"Is it just the night?

The great redhead in the middle inquired with crushed eyes. Irene stuffs her breath for a moment with critical questions.

"... only at night. It doesn't make much sense because it's bright during the day."

Without explaining what, delude with an ambiguous grin.

"Bright makes no sense?

"Yeah."

I'm not sure what that word means.

"... that while bright, surgery is ineffective."

'But isn't the brighter rather the shadow thicker?

"Yes, but my spirits don't want to work during the day."

'Does that mean you can't use magic during the day?

'I can use it. … usable, but costly'

The pure, then core, question of the red-haired man. I have to be somewhat honest when I say "I can" out of what I can't do, because I see the pain in my eyes when I become one of them. Irene bites her teeth as she maintains her smile.

The middle-aged father, who had been an imaginary face for a while with his eyes closed for such an interaction between the two, opened his mouth largely.

'... given the damage done to horse thieves in recent times, it does mean a great deal that night's safety is guaranteed'

"Isn't it?

"Just by the time it's fatal, I don't have any credibility over there"

Just hang up and throw it away.

"If that story is true, your ability to... no, the devil (...) the technique (...) the master (...) is very useful. But we can't leave the security of the caravan, the security of a particularly important night among them, to the leftovers. And to build trust, there's plenty of time right now."

Much, with a muffled expression, my middle-aged father shrugged his shoulders and showed them. It has changed from a wary face to a merchant's face.

'That's why it's hard to accompany tomorrow's caravan right away. Could you please put some time aside to build a relationship of trust, and after you have signed the contract that should be made, please do it again?'

"Hey..."

Eileen also showed her imaginary face again, but inside she laughed shiatsu. After all, this man also wants to make connections with magicians. Whoever manipulates the power of paranormal produces gold in whatever form.

(One more push would be a toko)

If we show him clearly what good it's like to get along, we'll open our hearts and minds and solve it. If you're a merchant, it's a misdemeanor.

"Kay, could you give me a little" alarm "?

"Okay."

Kay, who had previously been transformed into a sloppy Russian conversation, fishes a luggage bag on her hips at the behest of Irene. Most of the luggage was left in the lodging, but if lost, irrevocable or difficult to re-procure - precious metals and potions - was carried around without leaving the skin.

Eileen's "alarm" is one of them.

'... what's that?

That's a little too much for a prototype magic item. Well, I'm thinking about selling it as a magic trick in the future. We call them "alarms."

[Whispers…]

My middle-aged father is pretending to be calm, but his eyes nailed to the alarm. And then, as I noticed, I raise my gaze.

"Speaking of which, I hadn't heard the name"

"It's Irene. This is Kay. Greetings."

"I am a Gainriff. Greetings."

Middle-aged father - just a short walk away with Gainriff, Eileen gives an overview of the alarm.

"- So, quite simply, it's a machine that lets you know at the bell while intimidating an external enemy who stepped within a hundred steps of a radius."

'Hmm… what is the definition of that "enemy"?

"Users - at the moment, you are a surgeon, that is, someone who is harmful, whether directly or indirectly, to me. I don't lie in front of spirits, so I can handle everything from bandits to beasts, unless I'm a person who does harm unconsciously. Well, the conditions are somewhat accommodating because I'm only going to work on this machine. '

It's a corner, so I decided to show it to you.

Install an alarm in the square and set the alert range to ten steps to activate the procedure. And let the three Gainrif escorts, Eileen, decide secretly on one 'enemy role' and let the three step into the junction at the same time.

Though the same experiment was repeated several times by changing enemy roles, Kerstin's shadow reacted all the time only to those who were aware of his hostility to Eileen.

"In the future, if you install only the catalyst without me, I'm going to use it as a demon prop to start."

The Ganriffs roar at Eileen's description of her excellence.

"… this is quite usable."

"Don't tell me, but I understand."

"I want it with us when it's done."

Somehow the men discussing it with Hisohiso. Heh heh, arm in arm with Doya face Eileen. I'm not sure what the story is about, but I don't think it's a bad flow, Kay.

'Sure. Sure, this alarm is a great thing. If it's going to happen, I want to deal with it in our Chamber of Commerce. But............!!

Eventually, Gainriff looked like he had chewed up a bitter worm,

'But... that's not what I'm talking about. I was wondering if I could add you to tomorrow's caravan right away...'

"No?"

"I'm not going to question the performance of this magic tool, but it's still a matter of your credibility, Eileen. The functionality of this tool depends on your technique at this time. That means it's possible to work in detail depending on your mood. You are actually a horse thief, and you can't deny the possibility that you are trying to alert us to the full vigilance of the night and call our people '

"Hmm, that's true, but..."

They both look troubled. After all, it was the neck that the function of the key alarm machine was the black box against the gang riffs.

The area is getting dark at some point. Irresistible silence.

- Well, you're doing something funny.

But there was a voice from "up there" before the conversation came to a complete end. Looking back, a raven has a face out of a hole in the wall of Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

The raven with bright red eyes tilted his little neck,

"I want you to mix it with me."

I stood down on the ground with my judgment and my wings winged.

The contours swell and rise in distortion.

After blinking, there stood an old grey-haired man with wings woven in a greasy robe. He has an upper back but is morbidly thin, and his eyes are as red as ravens.

"Lord Vasily!

The face of the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce was slight, but Irene was not greatly surprised. A kind of "change" magic that the contractor of the Dead Bird is good at, which has also been seen scattered throughout the game. However, Kay, who did not understand the course of the conversation, is a little overwhelmed.

"I felt the magic flow, so I made a face. Still, hey, wasn't this another one of those pretty witches... '

The skinny old magician, looking at Eileen, laughs nicely - not to mention to describe it that way, some sticky grin - pays tribute.

"For the first time, I'm Vasily, a magician with the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce."

"I am, Eileen. Well, as you can see, the magician of the stream."

After a brief greeting, there was often silence. time like observing each other.

Eventually, Vasily snapped, distorting his wrinkled face by the unnatural.

'... that's strange. What is this magic at this young age? I'm going to lose confidence.'

To Vasily's words, Eileen will look troubled again. In the game, I let the characters I set in autonomous tre mode meditate and read the Magic Book, only to cultivate magic without labor. When I'm relative to a 'real' mage like this, I'm really attacked by the kind of guilt I'm doing.

Not to mention, "Dead Birds" are spirits who curse viciously instead of empowering their contractors. I can tell at a glance that it's harmful to your health - before Vasily, where it's obvious that you're making a lot of sacrifices, and naturally you feel drawn to it?

Vasily saw the evil look of Eileen, and also turned her gaze to Kay, who stood beside her for a moment, before posing as if she could stand aside.

'Well, I don't care. I'm more interested in the machine and the technique. "

Have you guessed in Eileen's mind, or Vasily returns to the story with a floating attitude. Irene, who opened her mouth to the explanation immediately, thought intuitively that she was a big old man if she was trying to make her mouth lighter.

Can this old magician reproduce the details of the alarm? The idea that the mechanism itself is difficult or irrelevant, but that the catalyst consumed as a price for the procedure is used to activate the machine, is the creep of this tool.

If we commercialize it and sell it anyway, we're talking about this world with no patents or shit, a copy will be made soon. Then I wanted to see how "Mages of this World" would accept Eileen's idea rather than lay low here.

In the end, Eileen decided to go into some detail and tell Vasily how the alarm worked.

Vasily didn't even surprise me with the basic description of the procedure, but I heard the cliché 'Using the Disappearing Catalyst as a Hammer' and said, "I'm hit! slap on the forehead with the expression."

"The idea! The idea... was not. In the first place, my technique is not suitable for making tools like that, so I could only count that I tried to make tease out of those hands... No, this is going to be quite wide... '

"Does that mean Lord Vasily can make this alarm too?

Vasily, who shrugs and squeals with admiration, is reluctantly asked by a gayne riff who glanced at her somewhat cunningly.

'No. I can do something similar, but this itself is a bit murky'

but was lightly denied and stumbled upon.

"So, you can't..."

"It's a compatibility issue."

Vasily looks slightly muddled about whether her self-esteem was damaged by Gainriff's openly discouraged way of saying it.

"My magic goes through the birds. It's fundamentally different from her art of using darkness as a medium. Birds are limited, especially at night... Well, if you want to limit yourself to daylight, you can make something similar. But if you don't take a dedicated bird with you, it'll be a hassle around here."

"Ha ha…"

'No, and it's funny. If you don't mind, young lady, why don't we just stand here and have some tea inside? "

'Pleasure, I just wanted to say, but you haven't run errands yet......'

"Hmm? I mean, why are you guys standing here? '

Tell Vasily, who looks strange, that he wants to accompany the caravan again.

'Oh, my God, is that so? Ganrif, if you're so anxious about the contents of the procedure, it would be all right if I made sure before I used the alarm. "

'... and say yes?

"At dusk, I possess the raven to remotely confirm the procedure."

According to the story, thanks to the benefits of Vasily's sorcery, the caravan of the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce always carries a few communiqué ravens. Basically, it's for emergency contact, but if Vasily cares about it, he can possess it and have real-time conversations.

"Well, that's why, obviously, if I do a weird imitation, I can tell you and raise it."

"Uh-huh..."

'Besides, given the future, can we consider it an exam operation? While you use the alarm, you can also use a flat screen at night. "

'Well, that is true…… but…………'

"You still got something? I can't figure out why you're lost."

Vasily tilts her neck to the reluctant Gainriff.

'... it's still a matter of credibility. There is no question that she is a considerable user of magic, but that is why it is horrible when she was an enemy'

"Oh, my God, I don't know."

Vasily, who looked good at it, turned again to Eileen,

"Ma'am, I'm sure you're not the one who does us harm, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

Can you swear?

"Of course."

"Then give me your hand."

Soon, Vasily took Irene's hand.

Wohlfart, la sekreto estas elmontrita.]

At the same time, chant.

Vasily's eyes glowed red, and Eileen visioned the pitch-black wings behind it.

Zugun, and a different sensation of blunt pulsation in the back of the chest.

'... yeah. She's not lying. I assure you.'

Get your hands off me, Vasily, with your arms in the sleeve of your robe.

'... is that magic that nurses lies? No, evil eye?

'Well, this surprised me. The young lady also looks familiar with the magic of the dead bird. "

Vasily laughed delightfully at Irene stroking her chest creepy. Gainriff and the others look surprised.

"Lord Vasily, what is your current skill?

'Well, it's a kind of evil eye. In short, if you lie, you'll be cursed'

Vasily explains pleasantly, while Eileen had a sinister face.

(It penetrated my resistance to evil eyes...)

Evil Eyes - That's one of the tricks of a suicide bird. In the game, it was a move that inflicted debuffs and continued damage on the presence on the operator's gaze. It is characterised by the red emission of the surgeon's eyes, which, if exposed to gaze, have an effect regardless of distance.

If I had some resistance to witchcraft, I could resist - Vasily's didn't allow Irene to resist. That's what it means when the procedure is established.

If Vasily cares about it, he can cast a mighty curse, no matter the distance - Eileen corrected this old mage's rating upwards. After all, the kung fu of the year is not Dada.

"... you've never heard of it before, I didn't know you had that technique"

'Cause you didn't say so. No, I'm tired.'

Vasily, who says a little less tense, does also give it a slightly sobering atmosphere. It seems the evil eye consumes a lot of magic.

"Whatever, I don't think there's a problem with her accompanying us now."

"… right"

'That was good. Now, young lady, once again, even tea……'

'Wait! What happens to this man? "

And one of the escorts said, pointing to Kay. He's the man who just turned his inferior gaze on Eileen.

"No matter how many magicians you give me, I will not work with the people of the meadows!

A man with a disgusting face in his heart. Irene sighed.

'... As I said at first, he's not a meadow man. Totally.'

"………… Something went wrong"

Kay perceives the situation in the gaze he can turn to himself, even if he doesn't understand the words.

"Yeah, about one troublesome guy. I'm sorry, Kay, but can I see your ID?

"Ooh."

Exploring the mess and the chest, Kay took out his Duchy ID and handed it to Eileen. A sturdy parchment is filled with a surprising profile and even a sketch of Kay.

'Yes, this, his ID. Honorary citizen of Wolvern. He was the winner of a militant tournament a month ago. "

Give the frigid looking Ganriff his ID so he can push it. Men at the Chamber of Commerce, including the escort in the matter, start reading the wording of their identity cards with their foreheads together.

"Certainly, with an honorable citizen"

"Fuck, I don't like the Dutch language......"

'Hmmm... aren't you okay? He who doesn't have a clear identity in the boulder won't be able to take citizenship.'

'No, but that's why alarm... doesn't prove you're not a thief'

"Are you the winner of the militant tournament? Rumor has it that the people of the meadows have won, but you mean this guy?

"I knew it was out of the meadows!

Apparently, the matter of the martial arts tournament is being transmitted in a subtly distorted fashion, and the story moves in a difficult direction. Eileen looked up to heaven.

'... yes, Mr. Vasily. If you don't mind, why don't you use the technique just now?

but soon came to the thought of the presence of the evil eye of lying nursing, and Eileen turned her anticipation eye to Vasily.

'... oh. Will he not speak our language? "

"I can't speak the language of the people of the snowfield. In the Principal Language…… '

"I don't speak the official language. Those evil eyes have no meaning unless they are between those whose words make sense. '

How about "…" Esperanto "?

'Hmm? I see, he too (...)?

Unexpectedly, but somewhere, Vasily nodded.

'... but... I'm sorry, but I'm a little unsure. Because I don't really want to inadvertently speak spiritual language. I don't know what to say, my spirits are not accommodating, surgery and evil eyes may interfere, and... frankly, it's dangerous'

Vasily with the appearance of clamour. Since the transfer, Irene thought that all the spirits in 'Here' felt that way, because Kerstin's thoughts had become dramatically more flexible than when he was the AI of the game, but apparently they didn't.

(Is it the difference between the human and animal spirits...?

I don't know for sure, but you should keep in mind.

"Then how about I declare his lack of hostility?"

'Oh, then, okay. Well, if they're convinced, but... oh, I'm tired.'

He turned his cold eyes to the nasty and noisy men, and Vasily sighed again.

†††

As a result, Vasily proved 'Kay's lack of hostility' via Eileen, so the next day's companionship became an authorized carriage.

One of the escorts, the gentle toned redhead greatness - apparently named Piotr - could have been big enough to give me cover fire. When the man who hated the people of the meadows was still showing difficulty, Piotr said something and a short phrase towards Kay.

Neither Kay nor Eileen understood it at all, but apparently it was a terrible insult in the language of the people of the meadows, and Kay, who did not react at all to it, proved clear and had nothing to do with the people of the meadows.

After that, the tea party was canceled because Vasily had overused his magic, and Kay returned to the inn after exchanging promises that he would always engage in sorcery rigging the next time he stopped by Dylan Nillen.

The next morning, when the sky was nearly white.

In front of the North Gate of Dylannylen, a caravan sponsored by the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce was assembled. Mercenaries and merchants in front carriages and horses are waiting in line to leave.

Kay was ordered by his captain, Ganrif, to play the role of scout.

Kay and Eileen's position is nothing short of a guest, mercenary, or traveler. But don't bluff. There was no such thing as reluctance in Ganriff ordering Kay in English.

The wind in the caravan against Kay was never weak, and after sheltering it, I went out of my way to join my people, so I just told them to do their job. In contrast, Eileen is well protected in the middle of the caravan, so the difference in treatment must be obvious.

Irene was dissatisfied, but Kay, not wanting to cause any further trouble, solemnly decided to follow Ganrif's instructions.

In the cold gaze of the caravan, Kay crosses the sasquatch, feeling more like a needle, aiming to lead the squad. A line of long serpents spanning more than a dozen carriages - if we got there, there was a great redheaded figure equipped with a horse spear that seemed to be easy to take around.

"Hey, I see you again, Kay"

It's Piotr, and perhaps one of the few in this company who has a normal attitude towards Kay. Apparently Kay was reassured not least that he was a colleague.

"Good morning, I see you again. Is Piotr also a scourge?"

"That's right, that's right"

"I'm glad to hear that."

To Kay shrugging her shoulders, Piotr also smiles bitterly.

"You are hated. Repellence is a dangerous job, not many people want to do it."

"I guess."

"By the way, I do not speak the language of the Principality very well. It's possible to have a simple conversation, but I don't know the hard rhetoric"

"It's okay. Don't worry, I'm not native either."

"That was good. I want you to speak in easy language. If so, I can understand."

"Leave it to me."

It's been more than a decade since Kay started speaking English, but she can't keep up with native conversations because she's acquired. "A Brief Conversation" was rather where I wanted to be.

"Anyway, Kay, give me a moment from today."

"Welcome."

Ride each other and shake hands disappointingly. After that, Piotr used to listen to the precautions of scouts until the merchants were ready.

And around the time the morning sun became clearly visible, Russian instructions flew in from the rear.

"All right, let's go, Kay. Let's go."

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

It is its main responsibility to make sure that the scouts are safer in the direction of progress than the caravans. Start moving ahead before the caravan moves out in earnest.

Looking back, far back, Eileen looked at me worried as I peered from between the carriage lines.

I didn't know if I could see it from Eileen, but Kay, who let him wave flirtatiously, basically kicks Sasquatch's belly.

Regrip the "Dragon Scale Through (Dragon Stinger)" on your left hand side while walking down the street with Piotr, staring forward.

The journey north of Brachiya Avenue thus began quietly.