Vermillion

The morning air is crossing.

The dawn of the earth to the north is dry, somewhere relatively, cold. If this were the Principality, I would have enjoyed the fragrance of luscious grass.

As she watched the morning burning sky and was blowing in the dusty wind, Kay had something of an irresistible sense of alienation at the beginning of the day.

"…… Shall we go?"

Kay takes Piotr and several other warriors to the scene where he was arrowing to the wolf.

I already told Piotr about Houndwolf last night. And also about 'owner' concerns when that wasn't just a mistake to look at.

"Houndwolf, or…………"

Piotr, who heard the story, was somewhat half-hearted, although he did not deny it without a headache. There is no houndwolf on the northern earth, and the Ignaz bandits who keep and tame it are not well known. Even if it is explained, it will not pin as a specific 'threat'.

(Well, I just appreciate you listening)

Kay shrugged one shoulder, even though it was combined with surveillance, because this is how he can get me to follow him.

Through the trees west, to the grass where the example wolf was. Kay, jumping off Sasquatch, scratches the grass and runs his gaze to the ground.

"... there was"

On the grass that dried on the scab, the faint black bloodstains adhered to it. It gradually continued in the western direction.

(Did you still miss the paperwork……)

Though I knew it, I couldn't help but sigh. I secretly expected him to do his best around there, but that doesn't seem like the Inquirer will wholesale him.

I jumped right on the sasquatch and tried to track the blood trail, but - so I waited from one of the people in the snowfield, but it took me a while.

"Kay. I hear he says, 'Was it really Houndwolf?'"

Piotr translates the words of a warrior who looks like a bottomless face.

"He also said," Do I need to look? "" I thought you saw him as just a wild dog. "

"……… Hmm."

Although it can be explained for a long time, Kai thought it would be better to show strength in these cases in an easy to understand manner. On horseback, he set up "Dragon Scale Throughout (Dragon Stinger)" and slammed the arrow into the nearby thin tree.

Bishy, makes a sharp noise and an arrow pokes.

A large crack entered the worn trunk, and the tree slowly inclined to its base there fell in two straight as it rose in dizziness and stiffness.

Pokan, and the men who are taken aback.

"If you're just a wild dog, tell him you're dead."

"……… Okay."

Seeing something incredible, Piotr translates Kay's words with a certain awe. The warriors who returned to me no longer blew up the smell of trouble, and now they asked me something like they cut the weir.

'Hey, what arrow are you using!?

"Whoa, the shock is crushing the arrows!

"That's a great bow, Oi!

Piotr said they were saying that, and Kay also replied to a bitter mix of laughter, saying, "It's a normal arrow," "I use a bow with strong tension," etc. I didn't like it when "Dragon Scale Through" was stolen, so I didn't say I was using valuable material from "Fei Long (Wyburn)" or "Ancient Tree Giant (Elder Trent)".

He then attempts to interact with the warriors by answering questions over Piotr for a while or letting them touch "Dragon Scale Throughout" after being a little lost. Everyone seemed surprised by the strength of the "dragon scaled through" monster stinging tension and the lightness that betrayed its appearance, and when Kay let him gently pull the string, he was like a child.

That's how I broke it down with the warriors just a little bit, and I follow the blood trail again.

The spacing of the black dots gradually shortened as I went with the hundred meters and two hundred meters, and at the end of the day it continued after the blood as if I had crawled through the ground. Based on the amount of bleeding, Kay predicted that he was still working hard ahead of us.

Would it have gone about three hundred meters?

The bloodstains were unnaturally interrupted there, and the body had no shadow or form, and in the end it was not possible to ascertain the identity of the "wolf".

With the return of the Kays, the caravan moves out again.

"I explained it to Gainriff. I just didn't ask very seriously."

Once, Piotr, who had gone to report to Ganrif, tells him that he is sorry if he returns to scouts.

"Is that so?"

Kay, who snorts with few words, honestly didn't expect it, so he doesn't even show any particular disappointment. Whatever you said at the time the body wasn't found, it wasn't convincing, and there's no certainty that it was definitely Houndwolf.

However, I'm pretty sure whoever recovered that body was near the camp. There's too little trace of wildlife fishing for dead meat. If there was a troubling circumstance when people saw the "corpse" - it's a smelly story.

"I should have at least had a hound. But I'm not in this caravan."

"Well, if I wasn't a hunter, I wouldn't normally have taken him"

After she answered that, Kay thought that if she was going to be a hunter in the future, she might be an ant to have a dog. Not the pet goat Irene was talking about.

"Well, we have to be careful"

"Exactly. I'll get ahead of you."

Cleverly on horseback, Piotr, with his back round shield back in his left hand, proceeds with a spear. Kay followed suit as he led an arrow to "Dragon Scale Throughout," allowing it to be released at any time.

Somehow I guessed the disturbing air, Sasquatch flickers back and just snorts, "Kamben the flying tools, right?"

"Tell the horse thief if you're complaining."

When Kay taps his neck muscle with Pompung, Sasquatch sighs in disgruntlement with a blurt.

The surrounding vegetation is getting darker and darker, and 'hidden places' are becoming more visible. Kay also took a small sigh that this was going to break quite a bit of bone.

Explore the bushes or look around the trees.

What you're doing is no different than it was yesterday. But more nervous than yesterday, the two move on.

Kay regularly tried to take a deep breath and remove his shoulder strength. But if you don't, when you realize it, you're overstretched and your muscles get stiff.

An hour has passed, two hours have passed...

"... If horse thieves attack, at what time do you think they would come?

Keeping an eye on the dim tree stand, Kay was hearing such unprofitable things as if he could withstand the tension. Serious Piotr put his hand on his chin and thought often,

"Right. Gainriff says it's dangerous when you're isolated, and everyone thinks so. But I think it's more dangerous to be near the settlement."

"Why?

"Horse thieves have a large number. I can't get too far from the water field for a horse. And there is a settlement near the water field. If you wait by the settlement, the caravan will soon come"

"As long as it takes."

I guess that's what the settlement along the street hasn't been wiped out for the threat of horse thieves to be eliminated. The people of Snowfield are not cowardly enough to stop sending out the caravan just because there are horse thieves. Rather, I am willing to increase the number of warriors and intercept them.

After figuring out what they're after, they're about to smash it straight from the front.

"It's like bait."

"... Sprinkle bait? What?"

"When fishing, it's about the food you sprinkle to attract fish."

"Oh, is it like sprinkling wheat and calling a bird?"

"Right...... right. That would be the closest thing you can imagine."

"Then I know. As a matter of fact, I never fished."

I nodded as much as I could, and Kay noticed.

Speaking of which, I never fished either.

In the previous world, he was hospitalized before he went fishing, and even after coming to "here," he only used "dragon scale through" when he acquired fish. You can even see it on dark waters, so you don't even need to use sprinklers.

(Fishing………)

I thought I might try it if I had the time, but if I could see a fish from the water, I would probably use a bow.

"In the North, don't you fish much?

"No, fish are precious food. Naturally those who live near the river or the sea to the west. But I am from the hinterland. Because there were no very large rivers or lakes………"

Whether you remember your hometown, Shh, Piotr's eyes go away.

"Oh well. Well, I feel like hunting birds is easier too..."

"... Kay's bow arm might. Usually I use traps."

"What kind of trap do you use, by the way?

Basically, hunting is only done with a bow, but I'll listen to it for later school.

"Uhm. The trap is... similar to a bow. There's bait in the back of the basket, and when the bird sticks his head in and tries to eat it, the stick comes off. Then..."

Anyway, summing up Piotr's description of the gesture hand gesture, that seems to be a trap that uses the tension of the bow-shaped instrument to pinch the bird's neck.

"Heh, that's funny. If you set it up, you can catch it."

"No, I can't relax much. Because if you catch them and leave them there, the foxes, the wolves, the other birds will take their prey."

"Oh, do we have to keep an eye on it after all………"

"That's right. And it's just a lot of pain waiting. Like Kay, I think it's good to be able to hunt right away. I can live anywhere."

Kay accidentally laughed bitterly at Piotr's words, which were just a little feverish. I think someone told me something similar a while back. "I guess so," Kay muttered, looking around from the horse.

Green wood dotted everywhere. At the end of the horizon, a dry earth that stretches until it strikes the mountains. And a cobblestone path stretching out with a slight serpentine - Brachiya Avenue.

If you look up, the clouds are twitching at the height of the clear sky.

"A bird…………."

Eyes gazed, observing carefully, I saw something move in the bushes far ahead.

"Mm, what a rumor. There's a bird over there, what is it?"

"Bird? Where? I can't see."

"See, the wooden one over there... is too far away? Let's get a little closer."

"No, let's look around all the trees before that."

"... right, I can't neglect my job"

After splitting into two hands and checking around the caravan area to make sure there is nothing wrong, head back to the tree.

A little off the street, more than two hundred meters away from the caravan. Looking back at my distance, Piotr laughs at me for not saying, "You're here."

"Ha ha, you were so far away! There was no way I could see."

"Shh. Quiet."

I put my index finger on my lips and show them, a little bit, behind the bush. "Whoa," Piotr raised her voice in a small voice as she peered intriguingly into the wood.

It was a bird with stunning green wings.

I wonder if there will be about a meter from head to tail feather, walking with a thick pair of legs, looking for food and putting on the ground. His head was covered in red meat like chicken, and his tightly opened yellow eyes went hand in hand, making him look adorable.

"It's a tranquility! That's delicious."

Piotr looks slightly excited, even as he lurks his voice.

"Pheasant………?

"I don't know what to say in the official language. But we call it the 'арана'."

"Pheasant"

"Fazan"

"The pronunciation is similar..."

"Probably the same bird."

"Is that a pheasant?"

"Yeah, pheasant."

The pheasant noticed the two visitors outside of the tree, in a position with his neck stretched out, softened restlessly whether he was alert or not.

"That is hard meat but very tasty. Kay, can you get it?

"I got it."

Licking her lips, Kay carefully selects a good quality arrow from the arrow barrel.

A series of flowing things that connect and squeeze strings together. It is fatally slow for a pheasant who senses some bad flow to spread his wings and try to fly away.

Kahyun, and "dragon scale through" sounds modest.

The silver light stood against the pheasant's chest and scattered green wings.

"Okay."

"Oh, I did it!

Satisfied Kay, Piotr screaming delightfully. Piotr descended from the horse and split into trees, picking up a pimply, spasmodic pheasant on the ground.

"Male. There's a lot of meat."

Quite a splendid one. It is also well fleshed and would be extra edible on its own.

Piotr, smiling like a prankster with a ni, let him spread his wings, pulled out an arrow and returned it to Kay, handily inserting a knife into the pheasant's carotid artery. Sometimes he would have been fatally injured by an arrow, but pheasants would be quiet without breaking out.

Kay watched a drip of red life pouring out of his face as he wiped away the blood attached to the arrow with a cloth towel.

Originally, predation is a grotesque act. When I live in the city, I almost forget.

"All right, that's it. And then we'll take a break."

It takes about three minutes to drain the blood and Piotr rises. At first glance, the caravan that had been moving forward in the meantime was getting very close. This is Kay's prey, Piotr has offered a pheasant, but Sasquatch's saddle is occupied by an arrow barrel and can't afford to hang.

In the end, Piotr bracketed the pheasant in the saddle of the ride, and the two returned to their scouts.

†††

After that, the caravan arrived in a village.

It's not that big, but it's a small fortress-like settlement surrounded by dirt walls and a round-tailed fence. From the last reflection, only Piotr went inside to inform the residents of the visit of the caravan, and Kay, wearing the hood in his eyes, was waiting outside the village, so he didn't have to get caught in the eye to be stoned.

"I'm staying here today"

Piotr says that's the end of the journey today because there's no water after this village for a while. It was still past noon, but outside the village, a caravan of caravans had just formed a circle and started preparing the camp.

"Kay - let's have dinner too!

Eileen rushes across the tin. This means I can relax for a day today, which makes me look very happy.

"Whoa. I just planted a bird, so today's lunch is overwhelming."

"Oh! That's good! … Yikes."

Irene, who had come all the way next to Sasquatch, flew straight to Sasquatch, wondering if she had stood up on the saddle.

"Hehe."

Posan, and Irene, who fits behind Kay's back for fun. But no matter how light she is, it doesn't have to be like a feather. To the steep weighting: "Hail it!" and Sasquatch, peeling off his eyes, looks at Kay and says, "Hey, I'm going to be a customer."

"I'll feed you some meat later."

When Kay taps his neck with Pompon, he sighs, "It's the only way..." Sasquatch. It just seems like a horse riding around like this, but it's actually an omnivorous monster called Bauser Hose. Gatsy and good-looking, whether meat or vegetables.

Piotr came to the next door and showed me the pheasant that was bracketed in the saddle.

"Look, this is Kay's tailored bird."

"Oh, I've seen it before in some way! What a jerk............"

Nooo, and put your finger on the temple, Eileen.

"Are you pheasant?

"Oh that. Is it delicious?

"Yummy. Very yummy"

"I've never eaten - look forward to it! Let's go to Randall's husband Toko."

Everyone headed toward Randall in a uniform and raucous mood.

Randall, who had parked his carriage in the outer part of the circle far from the village, had already started a fire and was preparing for lunch.

"Oh, you're here, brother!

Acknowledging Kay's appearance, Randall smiles nicely and lovingly. Kay also grinned back niggly as he got off Sasquatch and took Eileen down for a moment.

"I have a souvenir today, too."

"Kay's got the pheasant."

"Ho ho! This is."

Receiving a pheasant from Piotr, Randall said, making sure he had a solid weight with both hands, "That's brilliant!," he exclaims.

"This guy has a culinary tendency."

"I'm hoping - Randall's husband!

"Ooh, I'll take care of it, miss. For now, wings ru................................................................................................."

As Randall begins to pull through his wings, each of the Kays gets ready.

Kay is a clerk digging holes to discard his guts and skin. Rent a shovel and dig the ground crisp. Meanwhile Eileen chopped the soup utensils into small pieces, and Piotr headed to the village to procure a drink. Randall lightly sears the pheasant with his wings removed and burns the hair laying on the surface.

"Come on, what do we do? It's fresh and can be seared as is………………"

Beautifully feathered, Randall arms in front of a crisp roasted pheasant.

"It's not a bad idea to make it into a pot. Do you want to cook the leg meat and then simmer? You're not moving out of here anymore today, are you?

"But it should be. That's what Piotr said. We're done digging holes."

"Oops, thanks. Then I guess I'll have some soup for dinner too. All right, lady, give me a hand with the judgment."

"Ayyyy."

Randall cleverly uses a knife to dismantle the pheasant while he sees it. Eileen stabs the chopped meat in the skewer, and Kay buries her guts in the hole that she can't eat like peeled skin and intestines.

While doing so, Piotr returned from the village with a bag of skin.

"I got some water."

"Ooh, thanks. Just fine, boil me some water in a pot."

"Okay."

Snorted snort at Randall's instructions and Piotr pours the water from the leather bag into the pan. And a handful of fingers,

"And... booze."

"Wine!! Wheat, wine?

Pikan, and Irene shining her face.

"It's wheat liquor."

"Whoa, whoa. Nice!

"Didn't that come on so high?

"I know someone in that village. I could have bought it for a cheap price."

Don't worry about Kay, Piotr shakes his head.

"Ha ha! From midday onwards distilled liquor is a sumptuous story. Can I use it for a little cooking, too? To fragrance."

"Of course."

A pot that makes a noise on the tripod, skewered grilled meat with a fragrant smell of carpet. Some of the merchants and mercenaries around also looked at the Kays with envy as they roamed dry bread and dried meat.

Kay, who was subtly feeling superior while trying not to gaze at them, feels uncomfortable looking around the whole circle.

(... Speaking of which, some shadow is sparse)

The number of caravans is clearly smaller than what is remembered.

"Mm, what's up? Kay."

Piotr noticed the change in Kay's appearance and asked.

"No. I thought it was strangely quiet, the caravan."

"…… oh. Everyone must be going to the village………………………."

Seeing the dirt walls and fences surrounding the village, Piotr answers somewhere tired. If you ask me, I can't see it over the wall, but the Waigayagaya and the village are like festivals.

"After all, are you familiar and they're all going to see you?"

"There's that too..."

Said Piotr, mindful of Irene stirring the pan slightly, whispered in Kay's ear.

"…… Yesterday's slave woman was taken to the village"

Kay saw the village once now.

I can hear it over the wall. It's like standing up.

"…… well."

"... I don't think I would do anything to die. Maybe."

Kay and Piotr, who looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders small, not to mention that we were done with this story.

"……… Ok. Sounds good. Guys, eat!

At that time, Randall, who had a peppery taste of the soup, nodded loudly in a convincing manner.

"Ah, I'm so hungry! Let's eat! Let's eat!

Irene is in a good mood as she nods her tongue and pours some spirits into the wooden goblet.

"Yes, this is Kay's share!

"Ooh, ooh. Thank you…………………."

Clear distilled liquor pressed the poured goblet, Kay with a slightly troubled face. I don't hate alcohol, and I'm resistant to alcohol because of the benefits of 'physical enhancement', but Kay doesn't really know what this type of strong alcohol tastes like. Wine and beer are still cool.

Such a kay, Eileen is pouring booze around the men.

"This is for Piotr"

"Spa Sweeva (Thank You)"

"And this is for my husband."

"Thank you, young lady."

"This is my last minute!

Deng, and Irene smiling with the leftovers. "That shouldn't be," "That can't be," says Randall Piotr, instantly scratching from both names.

"Uh. That's good."

"No. It's only daylight, miss."

"I think it's unequal."

"I feel like swallowing a little!

"It's not a little bit."

"It's not good to swallow too much"

"He said he could afford this much. It's like licking it."

"I want to swallow too!

"It's more my booze than mine originally."

"Woo. Woo."

"……… hey, can I eat?

Kay with a rub in his belly before a skewered BBQ dripping juicy gravy. The other three also looked hazy and took the skewer in their hands.

"Thank you for Kay's bow arm."

"Yeah. Let's eat."

"Itadakimus!"

"I'll take it."

Hit it all together.

"Ooh, this is……………"

It's a tremendous elasticity of meat, it's like running away from your teeth. Then, when the meat is slowly chewed, the meat slowly loosens up, and the flavor that creases into the tongue overflows. Seasoning is only salt, but its simplicity is good again. There is no smell or habit, it tastes honest besides thoughts.

"Mm-hmm. I don't think so."

"It's still delicious………………………."

"Umay."

Everyone is happy with their booze with one hand. After Kay swallowed the meat too, she tried to include the distilled liquor in her mouth with chives. The sensation of the tongue burning, the aromatic alcoholic aroma, the residue of the fat from the meat washed away, and the fragrant smell coming out of the nose.

"…… yeah. That's good stuff."

This is it, and another bite of skewered meat with a nod. Thinking of an earlier pheasant figure in a tree, Kay once again thanked her for the grace of nature.

"No, Kay and the lady just said, Itadaki... what the hell is that?

Early flattening the meat, Randall with galloping and biscuits.

"Mm-hmm. Right, in the words of my hometown... what should I say? Prayer before meals, huh?

"Well, Kay's hometown."

Piotr shows some interest.

"In fact, where did Kay come from? My lady tells me you're not from the meadows or from around here."

"... the end of the east, that's all I'm saying. It's so far away, I don't even know why I'm here"

In response to Randall's question, Kay shrugged her shoulders.

"... when I hear that, it's like I'm not here of my own free will."

"It's not even a hassle. If I was swallowed by the fog, I'd be here at some point."

Randall glances carefully at Kay, who stares at the contents of the goblet, the distilled liquor that sways every bit.

"… for that matter, the words make sense."

"Well, I originally did speak the official language. And then in my hometown, I was learning the language of the people of the plateau, and the language of the people of the sea plains, little by little."

"Wow! That's awesome"

"Unfortunately, I can't speak the language of the people of the snowfield..."

Kay, with a slightly bitter grin, clouded his words with a mouthful of distilled liquor. but the next moment, he pulls his hair around the back of his head.

When I looked back in a hurry, Sasquatch followed me on my nose.

"... Oh, speaking of which, you promised to do the meat"

Take one last bite from the skewer at hand and offer the rest at the tip of Sasquatch's nose. Sasquatch sniffed at the meat and said, "Ugh!" He opened his eyes and began to chew.

"…… Kay's horse also eats meat?

Piotr and Randall are taken aback. Eileen glanced at Kay and said, "How do you explain that?" He asked. I thought it would be okay to talk to these two, Kay, but I decided to deceive them appropriately to avoid any trouble.

"It's like horses eat meat every once in a while."

"Heh yeah? I didn't know."

"Hmm..."

Inspiring Randall. Piotr offers skewers, imitating Kay, on the nose tip of his own riding, which was lenient by his side. but the horse, who showed interest and smelled it, blew the skewer with a burhihi and a snort, "Ahhh!," he raised his sad voice.

"Oh, my God. The meat…………."

Piotr falls on the ground, skewered grilled meat painted on the soil and set in front of him. With a sad face, but fundamentally picked it up, Piotr burst into the fire after paying off the dirt and gravel, and seared again.

"Fire purifies. Everything."

"……… Are you going to eat?"

"Do not waste food..."

"Is that so………"

Piotr ate them all without hesitation.

Afterwards, Kay and the others enjoyed the meal until they were comfortable, continuing with stories about no other love - another kind of bird was delicious, or where the booze wasn't swallowed. Skewered grilled meat and soup, biscuits and dried bread are also packed full of stomach and drunk with distilled liquor.

The pheasant meat was still a little extra, and around the time the meal had one paragraph, Randall had started making dinner by adding utensils and water to the extra soup. Now they're going to take a thick stock with bird gallows. Piotr swallows the cartilage attached to the bone of the leg meat as it leads to the wheel of the carriage to lick the liquor.

Full, Kay and Irene had fallen asleep on the grass with pillows of their own luggage, leaving themselves to a comfortable drowsiness and post-meal fatigue.

"Ah, peace, Kay."

"Right….."

Since daylight, it's been a long time since I've been so relaxed, Kay thinks. I've been busy on scout duty the last few days, and I couldn't afford much on the road until I got to Dylannylen.

Sometimes we started camping early today, but the fact that the caravan faces the village is also a cozy distant factor for Kay. I thought about why I was putting it out, but I decided to leave it to alcohol and forget about it.

"I hope you get to Beryansk safely with this Nori ~"

"…… Right."

I inadvertently tried to say "stop doing that" to Irene's words, but I agree with her because she was going to be the winger to explain it from the concept of the death flag.

"…… Hmm?

And more than that, from the slices of the clouds, I see things that concern me and wake up my upper body.

Eye gazing and reading what's there. Compare it with your own memory and knowledge.

"Hmm? What's up, Kay?

"…… well, it's going to rain tonight and tomorrow."

To Kay's words, everyone on the spot said, "Huh?" I reacted.

"Rain?"

"There are indeed clouds…………"

Piotr and Randall also hold their hands and look up at the sky. Eileen knew the weather forecast by Kay's star reading, but she looked surprised because of it.

"Seriously? But the last few days have been sunny. Didn't I tell you before?

"I don't know because I was still near Dylan Nillen then. If things change, the weather changes..."

Try to whine, Kay.

The weather is predicted by star reading at a median rate of almost 100%. However, there is only one major drawback to this.

That's all we know about the observer's "directly above" weather.

For example, suppose you read the stars at point A and expected the weather to clear up over the next week. Then what will happen to the weather at point B, 100 km north of point A.

Yes, it's not necessarily going to be the same weather as point A. Depending on geographical conditions, it may rain locally, and if it is cold, rain may turn into snow. However, in fact, the sky that looks up is the same at points A and B. Then why do the results change?

The answer is simple. As a matter of fact, the line of stars itself changes depending on the point of observation.

Among the players who know the existence of 'astrology' in the game, it was actually said that the structure of [DEMONDAL] 's world was completely different from that of the Earth, and that it might be constructed of a dome-covered sky on the earth and the phantoms of the stars and moon freely swaying on its surface.

And that doesn't seem to be the same with this one.

"Kay, can you tell the weather?

"It just looks normal to me."

Piotr and Randall both stare at the sky.

"I... have good eyes. I can see the subtle sky."

It's troublesome to talk about astrology here and now, so I dubiously mislead you.

"Really..."

"It would be quite a hassle if it rained. We need to cover them tight... and they'll have a hard time tomorrow without a bunk."

"Ah. We suck too, we only have regular tents, Kay?

Stick to the tent that Eileen was replacing the pillow with and stick it at her fingertips. It's made of fabric. It's only waterproof that outweighs morning dew at best. It doesn't support full rain or muddy ground.

"Right...... right. Trouble, the village won't be able to stay..."

"Why don't you two come to my carriage? It's small, but there's plenty of room for the two of you to roll over, okay?

"Oh, seriously? Thanks!"

"I'd appreciate it if you could do that."

"Whoa, that's good. … but don't give me a break to boob while you're sleeping."

Randall with a ghoulish smile and some dirty gesture with his hands.

"Become."

"Buh."

Kays, who accidentally tided her face, said, "You can't!" "He exclaimed," but that perfectly synchronized scream seemed to have gotten into his bump, and Randall grinned with his belly.

"…… Young is a good thing."

Piotr, who laughed all the time, led to the wheel of the carriage and began to tilt the cup again.

†††

Dusk.

Before the sun set, Randall began to rearrange his carriage and prepare for the rain.

A simple tent will then be set up to hook up to the buckwheat tree under the cover of a spare, so that the horses, starting with Sasquatch, do not get wet. Unlike the tent the Kays brought, the front is well painted with waterproof oil and plays the water pretty strong.

At this point, the sky was still clear. Wondering about Randall preparing for the rain, the merchants around him asked why, but the prediction that it would rain, and the fact that the source of that information was Kay, made most merchants smile and do nothing about it.

Kay didn't have any merit in himself, so he didn't make any effort to make him believe otherwise, but some merchants seemed to be prepared for it once and for all "because it wasn't that much effort".

In the meantime, interrupting Randall's carriage, Kay got to the floor with Eileen, just praying that tomorrow's trip wouldn't be a hard one.

And that night and a half.

Shit, it started raining.