Vermillion

- The flesh is already dead.

The shock that struck the Kays was not the ratio of the proclamation that 'I can't go home'.

"……… What do you mean?

Try to squeeze your voice out, Eileen.

"It means the way it is. You were plucked from your souls by the Great Spirit of Time, Kamui, and reacquired flesh in this world. So to speak, the flesh of the original world, which became the 'loose shell', would already be dead. 'Earth' seems to have a weak soul-to-body link compared to this world, but still, without a soul, the body cannot continue to live"

Really, like it's nothing, Oz explains.

It took a lot of time to chew and understand the words.

"Is that what 'return is impossible' meant……"

Eventually, stroke your jaw, try to whine, Kay. Kay was still calm while upset against Irene, who was completely out of thought.

"Well, you are. I don't have a body on my way home, that's one reason. Next, the soul alone still needs a tremendous amount of magic to cross the world, and you, the people, can't afford it all."

"……… difficult to message, what?

"Spirit souls alone may stand on your pillow and tell you a word or two if you cross the world, but I think it's a bad bet for a minute. The moment you cross the world, it would be ochi to be swallowed by a circulating wheel early. Your world seems to have weak spiritual and material ties and little mutual interference, so it's hard to reconstruct the flesh. As your flesh is now shifting, it will require a fair price."

"… then, what the hell is this flesh of ours now…………?

"Half-automatically in this world, of course, it's built from scratch. In 'this world', where the interaction between spirit and matter is strong, it can happen naturally. With the exception of beings like us [Demons], whose boundaries between soul and flesh are extremely vague, we basically need that 'vessel' when the soul manifests itself. Your flesh manifested itself in this world in a way that faithfully reflects the 'way' of your soul. That's why we see a slight difference from the flesh of reality."

Saying so, Oz hoisted the end of his mouth with a nibble and laughed.

"In that regard, Kay, you are an interesting being. I've seen many metastasizers before, but cases like yours are very rare. Take a look at Irene, for example. She lost both legs in a car accident in reality, but now her flesh has solid legs"

Suddenly, Irene, named, shivers her shoulders with a bicun. Nevertheless, Oz continued his words as he waved his fingers, like a teacher who told and made his students listen.

"This is precisely a sign that the 'way' of her soul was reflected in the flesh. Even if she lost her leg, her 'self' was the 'self with the leg'. Also in the game she was" Ninja "and" Andrei "- that is, behaving as a man, but that was just role-play and she recognized herself as" Irene ". Therefore, she reborn into this world, taking the form of a girl named Irene-Robachevskaya, her identity, so to speak, while trampling to some extent on her in-game abilities"

Oz, who was staring at Eileen, turns his gaze softly towards Kay.

But, Kay, you're not.

Deep green eyes seem to see deep into your heart.

"Normally, it's a blend. But you are recreating the flesh of the game to perfection. For putting yourself too much in the virtual world, you are no longer" Keiichi Nagawa, "but [DEMONDAL] 's resident" Reaper Japanese "Jap the Reaper" "Kay," has been transformed from a soul dimension. Oh, how beautiful and distorted of your being!... Oops, excuse me, you didn't really like these two names in the first place "

Oz laughing at the crease and throat.

Approximately, Kay drops her gaze into her own hands. As far as it was concerned, I was convinced that that was the case. I've always wondered about the difference between Eileen and her own flesh.

I was totally lucky to inherit the body of the game, though I was thinking about it.

- Well, I was already totally 'Kay'.

Thinking about it, there was something like emotional depth that filled the chest. That was a strange feeling that was difficult to describe - but never a bad one.

But I don't care about that now.

"……… Eileen"

Next to Kay, the girl who leaned down with a bright blue face. Hold Eileen's hand gently.

I wanted to speak up, but I didn't know what to say. All Kay could do was lean on Eileen.

"Kay... you're calm."

Irene, cursorily raised her face, shrugged small.

Although Kay stares at this one with a worrying look at Irene, her eyes are as quiet as the lake surface and she can't see any sway behind it.

It seemed to Eileen, to an unnatural extent, to be a tatty attitude. Eileen herself, just strongly aware that she is upset, stands out for the difference.

"……… to a certain extent, I was prepared."

Finally out of sight, with a masochistic grin somewhere, Kay answers. Eileen pressed silently. Because I remember Kay's situation.

- It wasn't weird when he died.

I'm sure the families of the planet, and the doctors in charge, would have thought - did the day finally come?

Would they have grieved for themselves? With a blurred and distant eye, Kay turned his thoughts to the people of his far back home, on the other side of the far dimension.

It's just that this way, I was ready for both myself and my surroundings because Kay's environment was special. By contrast, she's not.

"Eileen."

Kay, holding Eileen back, put her body as light as its feathers on her lap. Hold it, hold it tight.

"Oh, hey, Kay………………."

Irene, who cares about Oz and resists a little while trying to pull Kay's arm off. But Kay couldn't let go so hard, he eventually weakened like he'd given up and put his head on Kay's shoulder.

…………

Both Kay and Eileen wear light clothes. So we know each other's temperature well. No breathing, no heartbeat. Eileen closed her eyes all the time and took a deep breath.

For a while, I've been doing that. Oz is arm-wrapping and looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow. In front of his perception, Kay's behavior is bare to the inside, but for once, he cares only on the surface.

"…… thank you. It's okay now."

Eventually, Irene, sighing heavily, let go of her body softly. Her complexion is getting better, and to a certain extent, her vitality is returning.

"Are you calm?"

"……… yeah."

Irene nodded, her feet flapping, then rose to her seat with remnants.

"Do you want to take a break?

"Nha, it's okay now"

Irene scratches her head like it's lit on Oz, who tilts her little neck. At least, I looked back at her the way she always was.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just a little... surprised. My husband has a lot more to ask."

"Ask me anything, I'll tell you what I know"

"But you're kind enough to tell me a lot, aren't you?

Kay, curious as he stroked his jaw, pinched his mouth. I don't suspect Oz of being sexually vicious, but my fear of 'being too kind' would be transmitted without having to put it in my mouth.

In the first place, Oz is taking out tables, tea sets, etc. like a fairy tale wizard, but he should be consuming quite a bit of magic on this as well. I don't know why you do that and entertain the Kays generously - I appreciate it, but it's creepy at the same time.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm not gonna tell you what to do with your soul, and I'm not gonna take it and eat it. I've already received" Consideration "from both of you..."

"" What? "

Kay and Irene unwittingly solidify into an evil laughing Oz. Seeing those two, Oz laughed happily at the tease.

"Hey, don't worry. I read the memories of the two of you - this is the price for me. I am the one who feeds on memory and strength. [M] Eileen's memories were delicious with all sorts of emotions, and Kay's taste was a little thin, but rare. Rest assured that tea, refrigerators and other food and beverages can be fully covered at the price you've received."

Kay lost his word. Oz says insignificantly, but it's a hell of a power to read memories and convert them into power. Besides, in the memory of just two young people, when it comes to freely removing goods from the void and still being efficient enough to make a change -.

From what I've heard, Oz has lived far longer than the Kays. How many memories has he ever read? I knew it, but Kay shuddered that he might be relative to something terribly powerful.

"…… So, uh, you're welcome?

Let Eileen stand aside and shrug her shoulders so that she can relax the tight air. If you look closely, the end of your mouth is cramped with Kay.

- and.

The wind blows loosely.

Next to Oz, Kays visioned a maiden dressed in a feather coat.

It's Sieve.

In the air, shivering her hair and feathers, Sieve smiles like a prankster and whispers something to Oz. Oz, smiling bitterly, removed a large amount of emerald from his chest.

In an instant countless cracks enter and the shattered emerald dissolves into the void and disappears. Sieve nodded contentedly, riding in a pleasant breeze, and began to drift fluffy through the hall of the mansion.

"……… What the hell happened?

"She said, 'Don't you have your own tea?'"

"Oh......"

Kay looks up at his casual covenant spirit with a troubled face. Sieve is just saying that he is not involved, and he is soothed in comfort.

"I don't know what... I'm sorry. Well, my..."

"No, no, I don't care enough either -"

And, as Oz was about to say, the shadow under the table sways as he sifts.

…………

No, and Oz darkened his bitter smile, but now he took a large chunk of crystal out of his chest.

Gently, drop the crystal on the floor. As it was, it was swallowed up by shadows like the surface of the water and disappeared.

"Er..."

Plumpy and joyfully shaky shadow - Irene scratches her cheeks with poly as she feels the presence of the covenant spirit "Dusk Maiden" Kerstin up close.

"Never mind, they're as interesting as you are."

Oz was smiling and observing Sieve and Kerstin, respectively.

"Yes, we can still tell, but what are the Sieves?

They were just AI in the game, and now they're acting like spirits, even though they have a few things to say about it.

"Oh, that's an interesting phenomenon. I've lived a long time too, but I've never seen an example of an artificial (artificial) body of thought crossing the world. In the game, they didn't have what they should call a solid 'personality', did they? Thus they crossed the world as so-called 'accessories', like your clothing and equipment, but 'this one' is a world where spirit and substance are strongly linked. Thoughtful beings, which were also designed as" spirits, "seem to have been" fleshed out "as spirits due to the modifying power of this world. That's totally funny. Hmm, if you pull the spirits of the world of your games to 'this one', I guess we can operate them as so-called 'summoning techniques'...? No, is it more efficient to use the magic you consume directly for another purpose? It's not like you'll follow me very much where I called you on purpose, and I need another consideration to serve you in the first place..."

Hmm, and Oz holding his forehead and bumping and whining to himself somehow.

"Fair enough, forget it. Either way, I have no business with you."

"Oh, oh..."

"Yes, in that sense, you, Sasquatch, are similar. Take care of him. He's an immortal famous horse."

"What?"

"Immortality?"

Kays raise their dumb voices to unexpected words.

"Even so. Referring to your memories, I noticed that you players seemed to have set the concept of age and age, but that didn't apply to the animals and plants in the game, did it? As a result, your beloved horse, Sasquatch, seems to have become a special being even with the semi-spirits. Spirit with biological flesh, but should I say? Horn to horn, he will never grow old, and he will live forever in the right environment."

"" Yeah...... "

Sasquatch, you were such an amazing one Kay and Eileen are stunned.

Maybe in person - no, the main horse shouldn't be conscious either, but it seemed like the face of Sasquatch, who bragged his nose out of "blurb" in his eyes.

"Wait a minute, so did my horse Mikazuki...?

At the beginning of the transfer, Kay asks at the glance, remembering his beloved horse, who was poisoned by bandits and is now deceased.

"That, of course. But unfortunately, it's not immortal..."

"When it comes to semi-spirits, isn't resurrection possible to re-receive meat (lispawn)?

"I can't."

Oz just truncated Kay's questioning with all his desires.

"No, you, a half-spirit is a lifesaving thing, right? If it's cured, the raven will be horned and" resurrected "... Again, 'this one' has a very strong material and spiritual link. If the flesh perishes, the soul perishes. By now it will be swallowed by the circle of circulation and become part of this world, or another life."

To Oz's explanation, Kay drops his shoulder disappointingly. I gently stroked my amulet replacement leather purse over my clothes, which I had placed in my nostalgia. Eileen slaps Kay's shoulder with a sinister face.

"Well, I thought I was unlucky, so I gave up."

"Luck…… indeed, maybe………"

Kay snorts bitterly at Oz like he teaches. The bandits attacked me shortly after I transferred to this world, you're right if they told me I wasn't twinkling. But Kay himself is the only one who has let Mikazuki die. For a moment, I just expected a reunion, and I'm disappointed.

"If I'd at least stayed on the spot, I might have managed. Especially since you got the right price."

"…… I don't feel comfortable with the devil."

"It's expensive, isn't it?... but in this place now, your memory and my knowledge are equivalent. Make the most of it. I don't care about this world, the metastasis, the rare flora and fauna potency, or whatever the magic trail is. Even so, the knowledge around here may not be very appealing to you. He seems to be familiar with the drugs, and the magic, and you guys seem to be too knowledgeable compared to the 'here' operators. It would not be an exaggeration to say that people already know all about the rituals that can be performed on their own"

"Well, somewhat."

"In my case, the treasure rots."

Irene, who is complacent as a magic warrior but doesn't even feel like putting it on her nose in front of a 'big guy' like Oz, and Kay, who recognizes herself as a brain muscle warrior in the first place and shrugs her shoulders when it doesn't make sense to have one.

But Oz looked at Kay with a decent face, with his arms around him.

"... oh. Well, you haven't noticed."

"… Something?

Kay is stared at by Oz and driven by feelings of asexual anxiety as to whether she is making any absurd mistakes.

"No, what. You have inherited the ability to conform to the character of the game - that's for sure, but the limitations that were placed on you to balance the game no longer exist here."

Again, as he tells his students to listen, Oz tells them to wave his finger.

"So Kay, you were, in the game, a built 'finished' warrior specializing in shooting, but now there's more room for growth than that.... physically and magically. Are you sure you haven't noticed? I've been sucking on her magic more than once."

Oz thumbed the Spirit of the Wind, fluttering through the air.

"- Your magic has already grown to the point of a chick magician, right?