Vermillion

Gah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

"No, I didn't know you were an example bowman!

In the mansion's living room, it was Sergei, the chief of the village of Sharito, who banged Kay's back with a laugh. Kay leaning forward while sitting on too much silliness, Irene with a troubled face about how she reacted next door. Alexei across the table looks so sinister with her arms together.

"Ho ho... I don't have you..."

"Isn't she a beauty? Hey, Elena."

"Hey, why are you swinging at me?

A liver-ball-mother-style woman who looks at Kay like she deserves to tread, a beauty with long, stretched blonde eyes, and a grown-up girl who knits three flax colored hair for you.

At present, when the noise is heard, Sergei families are gathered in the mansion.

"Oh, let me introduce you!

Sergei Norinori began to introduce his family in a good mood.

"First, it's my wife, Tatiana."

"Nice to meet you. I hear you've taken care of my wife."

Tatiana - The liver mother style woman in the case was still a liver mother, apparently. With both hands on his hips, Kay is stared at from the front by a well-width Madam and stuck in a response without thinking, "The..." Alexei had her face covered with her hands.

but before Kay opens her mouth, Tatiana turns around, loosens her expression and laughs at her tease.

"You've got to be kidding me, if you're a man, don't be shy! The guy in the snowfield had to hang up on me. If he cared about me, he wouldn't be here."

"Ha ha..."

Kay nods like an abalone, reassured that he doesn't dare to care.

Ummm, Sergei, who concurred, then showed the beauty of the hanging.

"So, this is my daughter Anastasia."

"Hi. I don't speak the official language that much. Be gentle."

Beautiful woman winks at Kay properly and flickers her hand - Anastasia. I can't speak the Mandarin. It's a smooth way to speak. Probably in his early twenties, Alexei's sister.

From Kay's face to her chest, Anastasia, with a licking gaze, said a word,

"Soru..."

"Oh, hey, I have a husband and that is..."

There's a girl sitting next to Anastasia, three knitted ladies, panicking.

"Because you can't help it. He hasn't been home in a week."

Anastasia sighs, seeping some distressing colors into her floating expression. He had such a colorful look that I didn't think he was the same age as the Kays.

"This man's husband is the heir to the village merchant. Occasionally I go around other villages, so sometimes I leave my house empty for a long time."

"Yes, that's why I was so excited to be able to come and visit my parents... my legs are busy."

Sergei supplementing from the side, Anastasia laughed sarcastically.

I see. Married.

"Oh, are you interested?

"No, well, that's not what............. Because I have someone to love."

Anastasia laughs by the way at Kay's words, which are serious. Irene smiles like a solder. A girl with a bitter smile Alexei and three knitted offerings that cloud her expression a little next to it. Anastasia sent a run-in to your girl.

"Really, you're as serious as I heard. That's right, Elena."

"So why are you swinging at me?"

The girl you called Elena blushes her cheeks and alternates between Kay and Irene, upset for some reason.

"You can always come back if you dislike me," he said... "even if it's good to see my beloved daughter after the dowry, I don't think I'll ever come back again."

Sergei continues to talk to My Pace in a way that doesn't involve me in the subtle exchange of nuances around him. Anastasia also sighed at the words that gave her a glimpse into the complex father's mood.

"That's my line."

"Fair enough, so, my son Alexei is next. I wouldn't even have to introduce you."

"Hey, Nice Tommy Chew"

Alexei, who looks reopened and lets her sister wave her best. "What else am I supposed to do?" he moans deliberately to the bitter Kays.

Alexei hasn't changed that much since the last time I saw her. Strongly speaking, are you dressed in a relaxed, rough outfit with a rather tailored fur vest instead of a rubbed-off outfit? The ear piercing was the same.

"And... it's Elena from 'My Daughter'"

Finally, Sergei showed the girl with three knitting offerings - Elina by hand. How to say that there is something in the "Daughter" section.

"Nice to meet you."

Referred Elena corrected her posture and met with a little nervousness. After all, she's a miserable looking girl. Something like early teens when I was a year old? I wonder which of his parents resembles him, and Kay compares Sergei to Tatiana subtly. But I wasn't sure which blood was thick. Only one person in the family has flax hair, unlike any other family member with a hazy personality, who appears to be an adult.

"Heh, I had a sister."

When Eileen groaned unexpectedly, Elina herself answered as if she was muddled for some reason before Alexei answered.

"I'm not your sister! It's my wife!"

- It took a while to understand the meaning of the word.

"" Huh?

It would also be inconvenient for the two of them to stare seriously at Elena's face.

Young.

Too young.

"Uh... How many is Elena now?

"It has become sixteen this year"

"Yep..."

You're serious. When Kay looked at Alexei, the young man nodded with a grin and a scratch on his head.

"Oh. Elena is my wife. We just got married in the meantime………………………."

Again, compare Alexei to Elena. A young man full of wild flavors filled with piercings with one or more blonde blue eyes. An unusual girl who only looks like one or a child.

No, maybe Elena looks even younger than her real age because of her hairstyle, her slightly dull words and behavior - either way.

((The criminal smell sucks......))

I didn't put it in my mouth, but Kay and Irene's thoughts were brilliantly consistent. However, we didn't see it as a problem at all, and it seemed rather convincing, so it's not that the outsiders pinch their mouths. In the first place, the world is different from culture.

"Uh... Congratulations"

"Be happy forever…………………."

In the meantime, say a word of celebration to your mouth. "Thank you, thank you," Alexei takes it with a completely blown out look, as opposed to earlier, with a haunting grin on Elina.

On that occasion, Sergei laughed a lot when he saw the Kays, who couldn't keep talking because of the unspeakable little embarrassing air that was slightly different from the awkwardness.

"Ha-ha-ha! The history of the country was also a search for daughter-in-law, but not everyone can bring their daughter-in-law home. If you were unable to find a daughter-in-law, you would marry your daughter as she was in the village. And the young people who return safely from martial arts training mostly think they are the strongest in the world, but Alexei was strangely calm. I thought I'd give it a shot if I was in good shape... but if I heard the story, I'd have had a pretty good experience. In that sense, thank you very much."

Certainly, Sergei laughs at Kay with an inclusive face. The awkwardness in Kay also reached a critical state when I came here, and all I could do was have a loving laugh that I wanted to catch. Alexei seems embarrassed by another different meaning.

"By the way, I heard about the duel. Anything. Looks like a great bow, huh? If that's all right with you, could you show me?

Considering Kay's insides, Sergei changes the story even further. Of all the luggage placed on the wall of the room, I have a flickering glance at the bow case and am restless. It may not be about caring for Kay, it may be a change of subject due to pure curiosity. "Of course, I don't mind," Kay nodded, grinning bitterly at those glittering eyes (like a child intrigued by a brand new toy). It would be great for changing the air in the field.

Restart the string to "Dragon Scale Through" and hand it to Sergei.

"Whoa, this is it!

Sergei, who I will gladly receive, "Oh good," elbowed the table and intrigued Alexei - when I saw the two faces, I see they did think they were parents and children.

Sergei's arm jumps cum the moment he is handed the "Dragon Scale Through". A "dragon scale through" that is much bigger and tougher than the composite bow used by horse thieves, but the lightness that betrays its appearance seems to have shook my mind. "Oh, my God, that's so light!" Sergei was laughing, but once (once) he put his finger on the string, he changed his complexion.

"What is this tension?"

In an attempt to gently pull the string, I am surprised by the frightening "dragon scale through". Unexpectedly, Sergei gets his breath ready and can put his strength into it again.

"WOW... WOW...!

Zhu Zheng strong bow that builds up the muscles of his arms and makes a critical noise. Well, with admiration, Kay looked at it. Numerous men have tried to pull "dragon scales through" so far, but only a handful have pulled strings to their chests. Sergei could be one of the few.

"Grr, whoa, whoa, whoa!

And with the mood of tearing, Sergei pulled strings all the way around his cheek. Even Kay, who is strengthening his body to the bee, is in a position where he cannot pull off and hold it for a long time without considerable effort. I would say an unlikely level of idiocy as a regular person.

but at the same time, the strange sound of "bubovo" echoes.

"Alas."

"Wow, that stinks!

"Hey, Dad!

Tatiana, Alexei and Anastasia, who were beside Sergei, take simultaneous distances. The overpowered Sergei farted in vain.

A decent Sergei for a moment, but with a comprehension or no or gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"No, it's an awesome strong bow! It's hard to use even during the full season. I've put too much effort into this!

Kay also has difficulty reacting when she says that it was almost fruitful. Or more importantly, it smelled. Eileen was also slightly distancing herself from her chair from the table, and Elena was picking her nose on the face of it.

but Sergei, who does not give the surrounding reaction a glimpse, nods with one mysterious face as he looks at the "dragon scale through" Kay put up against the wall.

"Uhm... I'm not the only one using this bow. How many decent people are in our village first?"

Saying, but rather Sergei watching Alexei. Alexei, pointing at the water, said, "…… may I try?" Ask Kay.

There was no particular reason to say no. Kay handing in "Of course," and "dragon scale through," Alexei receiving carelessly, the gaze of two staggering people.

"…… This is so tight."

He played the strings with his fingers and was a pompous and grunting Alexei, but "hum," he put his strength into it and let him pull the strings glitchy all the way to his chest.

"Well, don't do it."

"Ma'am. In other words, Kay's arm strength is abnormal. I'm proud of the power of fingerprinting in my village."

Alexei turned her bow back with a half laugh - he turned off his expression and tilted his neck.

"After a while, Kay also holds a 'crest'?"

To Alexei's words, the Sergeys make their eyebrows jump tickle. Kay and Irene remained silent.

'Seal' related topics are very delicate. Kay, an interracial people, has acquired what is considered the secret of the people of the snowfield - and it was possible because it was a game. It's hard to explain the circumstances of the 'game' to the inhabitants of this world, and in some cases it can even be dangerous.

"Alexei."

"I don't mind, Dad. The Kays know quite a bit about the 'crest'."

Alexei shook her head and replied to Sergei's blameworthy voice. When she arrived at Wolvern and broke up, Kay had mentioned the type of 'crest' that Alexei was engraving on her. Originally knowledgeable of the 'secret' crest, it boasts the same strength as the warriors of the people of the snowfield with the crest - the inference that Kay also benefits from the crest is by no means out of reach.

"... Really?

"Well, that's right."

Kay was a little troubled by Sergei's questioning as he explored it, but honestly agreed.

"The longer we talk about it, the longer it gets. It's about why we've traveled all the way here."

"Yeah, I'm surprised by that, too. I thought we'd never see each other again... What brings you both to such a despicable place?

Alexei's question strikes the heart. Kay and Irene looked at each other.

It is totally unexpected that the village of Sharito was Alexei's home, but 'that someone I know existed' is not bad in itself. I've had a lot of problems, and in the duel I even played a beating, but at least I know I'm not a very bad guy.

"…… it might be quicker for Eileen to explain than I do."

It was decided that it would be more convenient for Eileen to use the language of the snowfield (Russian) than for Kay to speak in the official language. Besides, my mother tongue should give me more flexibility to distinguish between what I need to speak and what I don't.

"I'll leave it all to Eileen"

"Okay."

Perhaps Kay's intentions were conveyed. Irene nodded firmly and began to explain the various circumstances by switching languages. The concepts of gaming and other worlds are blurred over time, but they are spoken in an orderly manner so that they are easy to understand.

It was all in Russian so it was a good punch for Kay, but I can generally imagine what it would be like to look at the faces of the Sergeys. It was quite a sight to be surprised when Eileen made him sing "Greensleeves".

"Gentiles……?"

"That's what the Kays were...... I see. That's what you said your hometown might be too far away to go home."

I can't believe it, rather than digesting the information, Alexei was quick to understand and convince Sergei, who roared to bite the words off.

"So you guys think you have a clue in the Devil's Forest?

"From what I have examined in the libraries of the Principality, I have come to that conclusion. At least there are too many similarities between the Devil's Forest legacy and our own situation."

"Hmmm......"

Alexei stroked his jaw, staring straight into Kay's eyes.

"So, for having a clue, the Kays are going home?

It was a casual question, but it felt as sharp as a knife to Kay.

"……… I (…) am not leaving."

In a low voice, Kay answers.

"Heh? Then why again?"

"... Actually, I am suffering from an incurable illness in my hometown. That's what it was like not to be strange when you died."

Alexei blinks at Kay's words when he says, "You're kidding." The Sergeys also looked suspiciously at Kay's flesh, full of life rather than health, "which mouth do you say it with".

And Kay's smile became a blur.

"Strangely enough, when I came to 'here' it healed. It's really weird that... But when I get home, I think maybe my illness will go back to normal. So, I... I'm not leaving."

"... So, Irene, what are you going to do? You want to go home, don't you?

The question that was then thrown was one that Kay most wanted to know and feared.

Everyone's gaze concentrates on Eileen.

"……… I,"

Eileen, leaning down and dropping her gaze into her own hand on the table, seemed to have a hard time answering.

Care about Kay - but I can't direct my gaze.

"…… clarity, …… really, I don't know. I'm kidding, they're going to think..."

Eventually, in a voice that seemed to disappear, Eileen said.

Most of you and I look at Kay weakly. "... I'm really sorry," he said, a little grunt.

"But... but I'm not leaving Kay alone until..."

"…… No, that's okay, Eileen"

Kay shook her head (wearing it), blocking Eileen's words.

"I know what it's like to get lost. Even I think I'd be bothered to die in the same situation.... we must have come this far to make it clear."

Saying so and smiling, Eileen was stuck in words.

Open your mouth - say something, but in the end, I lean down.

"Okay."

And Sergei, who was watching the place still, nodded then.

I don't know what "okay" is, but I nodded anyway.

"If that's the case, it's quick to talk. Let's go."

"…… Father, where are you going?

In response to Alexei's question, Sergei, who took his seat, answered without incident.

"You've made up your mind. The Devil's Forest."