Vermillion

Moon and night.

Meadow winds are comfortable on the cheeks.

Overhead, a dazzling full moon in Kay's eyes.

Cheerful tones echo in the village square lit by the bonfire. Usually lonely little countryside is busy all night. Joaquin, sitting on a crate, claws his harp while surrounded by a large crowd of villagers.

In a country lacking in entertainment, the bard's visit is one of the few pleasures. Adults and children alight in Joaquin's singing adventure Tan, in love stories, and in tragedies staged in large cities.

Plus tonight's performance is special. The front of a wagon stretched out like a movie screen, a shadow dancing there. A shadow stretching from the "alarm (alarm)" set up by Eileen depicted the story in conjunction with Joaquin's singing voice.

The children breathed in the giant monster on the border, horrified by the contour alone, and the men cheered on the bravery of the warrior who defeated it. For once, the ladies are also indulgent in the act of sweet love played out in the aristocratic hall.

Kay and Irene were apparently not the only ones who grew up in the North. Through the "Wicked Wizard" operation he forced to get water, Kerstin had gained enough performances to work for the modern Kays. The video art was also extremely effective against residents of "Here," so much so that Edda and others who were by Kay stood up for much excitement and watched the play as they jumped.

After much excitement, Joaquin sang a cheerful song at the end, and we all danced around the bonfire and opened it. Kay, too, was taken out by Eileen and tried to dance unfamiliar. There was no choreography or anything, it was just a simple thing to go around holding hands, but when the air on the spot combined, it felt fun. It was Kay holding Eileen's hand, smudging, and realizing, "Oh, I guess I'm back in a peaceful place."

"- Hey, it was a big night."

Just taking a breath, Joaquin even comes to Kay's tent. The hand was filled with fruits, vegetables, dried meat, and a jug of fruit wine that I received instead of a twist.

"How about a drink?"

"Whoa, shall we?"

"Let's swallow. Let's swallow!

Kay laughs at Joaquin's offer, Irene rides herself out. The three sprinkled with a small banquet on the spot. He must have been tired of singing through it, and Joaquin, who poured the wine into a wooden goblet, drinks it up deliciously.

"Pfft. You'll be back."

"Wine around here is delicious. Still, it was a brilliant performance."

"We had fun, too."

"No, thanks to Kerstin, I could sing with a fresh heart, too. She's really amazing."

Not yet, watch Kerstin dancing around in front of the carriage, Joaquin.

"If possible, I'd like you to continue to perform with me."

Eileen reacted perfectly to such joking words.

"Uh-huh, because Kerstin is my covenant spirit. I wonder if it would be difficult to perform together all the time."

"Well, I guess so."

Naturally, Irene looked at Joaquin with a bitter smile as she stroked her chin. Even if "alarm (alarm)" is used as a magic prop, we cannot hope for a flexible response such as the current situation. What is there is only some kind of artificial intelligence with jewelry at its core - the spirit of Kerstin, who can only faithfully carry out the actions enclosed as spells.

but if you return the back, if you only set the behavior, you can do something about it.

"…… Depending on what you do, you may be able to output pre-prepared shadow paintings depending on the situation."

"……?

"For example, a magic item that reacts to a defined phrase and song, displaying a shadow painting... Shall I call it a projector? I can't improvise like tonight because I need to decide in advance what kind of drawings to put out, but if I have a few, I can use them as performances, right?

"Hmm. Do you mean you have some paintings for things like" Monster on the Border, "" Brave Warrior, "" Hall of Lordship, "tools that you can project and switch to depending on how the story goes?"

"Yeah, yeah, like that."

Fast to understand. Joaquin seemed intrigued and nodded firmly as he looked up at the sky as he imagined such a tool.

"That's nice...... but it's expensive isn't it?

"No, well, you know what?"

Eileen can't hide her bitter smile in return like a mail-order show.

"I need a gem in the core of the magic prop. I don't know which rank of gems I would need because I've never made a demonic prop to produce shadow paintings... it depends on the number of shadow paintings I input. Hey, um..."

"Irene, how much does it cost to just put out a single demonic prop?

Kay pinches her mouth from side to side to Irene, who wraps her arms around her and bothers her her head.

"What? Then... right... a picture... a crystal and a catalyst to be enclosed in it... as pendant-shaped... mmm..."

Irene, who counted her fingerprints and thought about it a lot, eventually came to the conclusion that "maybe five silver coins". Probably close to cost.

"Five silver coins in one shadow painting, is it? That's pretty good……………."

From a commoner's point of view, it's a cheap forehead. Incidentally, when Kay, a relatively large eater, eats and drinks luxuriously full of food at a rice restaurant, he generally gets about three small silver coins - about 0.3 silver coins. I would go more if I asked for a drink.

"In addition to that, I wonder if it will cost you a catalyst. Every time you use it, you will need a shard of chisel crystal with a toenail tip."

Eileen while highlighting the little, part of and letting her make a slight gap with her fingers. Since the reaction was not very fragrant, he seemed to have had the aim of appealing that the operating expenses would not be as costly, but Joaquin looked just like, conversely, "Would it cost more money......"

"I heard that magic props are expensive, but it costs money to use them."

"… well, the magician handcrafted it…… the power of the Spirit is so inferior to real magic tools."

creaks, and Irene drops her shoulder.

"By the way, five pieces of silver coins are so costly that they are so yooshiki there. If Joaquin's husband's magic power is so strong, he can be the type that the user supplies the magic..."

"I know the price, I won't say anything else. And I'm a normal person, so I can't believe I'm using magic. If I imitate that, I'll die."

"Surprisingly managed...... no, it's nothing"

I tried to train him a few times and he said it would be okay, but he shut his mouth. So in case you fail and die, you can't take responsibility.

But if we change our view, can Eileen's covenant Spirit Kerstin develop a magic tool that can be easily trained by ordinary people, as the magic required for the exercise of surgery is low, slipping through even a few spirits?

(… convenient, but it could be dangerous if exposed)

I'll discuss it with Eileen later, and Kay snorts alone.

"- That said, I am also certain that I feel a great potential for that magic prop. I can't help but carry all the cash with me, and then I might as well be the ant who switches to worthy magic equipment."

Joaquin begins to reconsider and consider positively whether he still wanted to resist the attraction of such a kay.

"I've never built it either, so I can't do it right now. There is no specific indication of the materials. For once, I'm talking about Holland's husband coming up with a lot of things."

Irene, wearing an agua, pokes her cheek cane as she looks at Holland's carriage.

"And then I thought to Joaquin's husband that I might ask him to promote it if I could."

"Propaganda, sir?"

"Yeah. Actually, we're talking about commercializing" alarms "before" projectors. "As for my husband, what do you think of that? Looking to sell?"

Irene asks, pointing to the alarm set up in the center of the square.

"When an outside enemy came within range, the sounding magic prop, was it?"

"Yes, and besides threatening the outside enemy with shadows."

"What is the price?

"Maybe fifty silver coins."

To Eileen's answer, Joaquin looked difficult.

"That's tough. I'm sure it's useful, but... unless you're so drunk, you won't buy it personally. Except if you're a merchant who can afford a nostalgia, but if I were a merchant, I'd rather try to increase the number of escorts on that budget..."

"I knew it."

Outside, to the spicy answer, Irene drops her shoulder again with disappointment.

"Isn't it better to deal with nobles and rich people than to sell them to the average person?

"We want to do the same, because we don't have a track record..."

"…… oh, I see. Is that what publicity meant?"

It seems to have drawn Irene's intentions to build up her track record and connect her next.

"If that's the case, I might be able to help you with a slight force, but as far as I'm concerned, I'd prefer a projector first. Basically, I join the caravan and travel a lot in the big area, so the shadow painting is more immediate than the alarm. It's a matter of priority."

"Uh-huh... So how about a compound type with an alarm (alarm)? It incorporates the functions of a projector."

"No, wait, Eileen, that makes it difficult to communicate the performance of the alarm standalone, so why not as a publicity? And if you complicate the functionality, you're in trouble."

Kay accidentally pinches his mouth knowing the numerous Japanese appliances that failed because they were too versatile. Anyway, it's like a security buzzer with a TV, such as a combined alarm and projector type, if you're going to combine some purposeful features. It is decided that it is better to sell it in pieces.

"Well, I guess so. Well, how about putting an alarm on the projector for a cheap price... the exact price needs to be discussed with Holland's husband, and we have to do a prototype, which I don't think will be an immediate conversation."

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I'm looking forward to it. I never dreamed I'd be the prop owner."

Joaquin laughing with a smile and a good laugh. Says he's planning to stay in Satina for a while, and even if he leaves, he won't rush to pick up his magic equipment, as he'll be back again at dawn in the winter. He said that advertising would be taken on quickly, so for now, the initial aim could be achieved.

Afterwards, the banquet will be open after being celebrated with memorabilia of Joaquin's journey and rumours of no other love for the face of the caravan. Kay and Eileen, who were getting drowsy, fell asleep in the tent amicably, but "Uh-huh..." Eileen still seemed to be thinking of something.

"What's wrong? Can't you sleep?

"…… no. If you think about it, the sales just now were left in the lead."

"… do you?

"Good thing, I think he was induced to make concessions from this side... I guess it's not a glimmer, when it comes to talking and acting, he's a pro"

To Irene, who regretted it a little bit, Kay looked back at the conversation earlier, but she did feel that way.

"Well, it would be a cheap one to think of as advertising costs. Priceless."

"… so is that. Priceless, pungent………………."

Are you getting sleepy, Eileen, moving your mouth with munya. And Eileen, moaned, rolled in the tent and climbed over Kay.

Irene laughs all the time as Kay quietly plays Irene's nose with her fingers peeking this way through her chest.

As it was, the two of us were twitching, but the strength of the liquor also made them sink into the swamp and fell asleep. The alarm (alarm) prevents the two of them from having to make night shifts. It was a peaceful moment.

The next morning.

Though spared by the villagers, the caravan departs again.

Too much singing is bad for his throat, so Joaquin wouldn't play the break, but he was teaching Edda the song while the carriage rocked him.

Next to Holland, he sat down on your podium and fluttered his legs, soothing to Edda, who mumbled the melody with pleasure, saying, "This daughter could be a good singer in the future, too."

Thus, he passes through the nearby villages and rests in another settlement around noon. It used to be a pioneering village where Kay had a "Grandurus".

"Whoa, that's the Hall of Heroes then!

"Liquor! Bring the booze!

The villagers, who were delighted with the caravan's visit, were even more delighted to acknowledge Kay's appearance. Kay's face is also known in the neighborhood, where he was welcomed as the 'hunter of the Great Bear Killer' on his way, but the party's exuberance was distinct from the boulder.

"Thanks to you, I've developed a lot of space around here. Thank you so much then."

"What, until I did what I deserved?"

Kay answers in a hurry as the village chief hands him a bottle of wine and fruit. Eileen looked as good as she did about herself, and Joaquin felt something like, "It's a walking legend."

Let's take it straight to lunch - and Joaquin starts preparing to play, but Kay looks out for the kids playing at the edge of the village.

Something is wrong with my vision.

Too bright a color to see on such a periphery.

Seeing, of the children, an older girl playing with deception, inserting flowers in her hair. Unplugging blue that I don't think is a natural product. Rose-like, luxuriously shaped petals.

"Is that flower............?!

"What's up, Kay?"

"Eileen, that girl, head flower"

"... what, that"

Unexpectedly, the two of us rush over. The person at the time, the girl with the flowers in her hair, looked decent, but Eileen gently said, "That flower, it's beautiful. Why don't you show me?" Please.

They handed it to me, and they seriously observed it.

"…… no doubt, Eileen."

"…… oh. Ma'am, where the hell did you find these flowers?

"Huh? Well, my dad... my dad, he's a hunter, but I found him in the woods and he gave it to me..."

The girl with the blushing face anxiously said, "Sister, do you want...?," he tilted his neck. Apparently, they may take precious flowers, I thought. There is also a breeze that the opponent is reluctant to give only to the village benefactor.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just interested. Because this is yours."

Eileen laughs and returns the flowers to the child. Meanwhile, Kay looked at the woods with a difficult face as he re-gripped the "dragon scale through (dragon stinger)" of his hand.

"What's wrong with those flowers?

Holland, who, along with the village chief, has been chasing the rest, asks curiously.

Often, they looked at each other, but eventually Kay opened her mouth with a puzzled face.

"That flower... is one of the ingredients of the magic potion."