Vermillion

Tomorrow.

The weather was unfortunately cloudy.

The ragged sun is blocked, and this makes it easy to spend.

The wind running on the lake is rather chilly, giving a sense of the end of summer -

After noon, the caravan left Euria.

Lake Schnapeia, which is pale and clear in sunny weather, also looks cloudy in gray just today. It's a shame to say that we haven't seen each other for a while. In contrast, the merchants sold [Deep (Abyss)] materials - such as Chequer Chequer's claws and "Abyss's Pioneer" - at high prices, and are in a great mood. The line of carriages proceeding down the street was always increasing, giving a lively atmosphere.

Kay and Irene, as always, line up amicably and are rocked on the back of their horses. Sasquatch, who was temporarily asleep for awkwardness, was also sounding his hooves in good shape today with a pacca pacca with no eating face. Feelings, the distance from Suzuka seems to be shrinking.

When Kay stroked my tongue without meaning, he said, "What is it?" With a clear face, Sasquatch looked back and turned to the front. Growing up - is it?

"- So, then, what about the lord?

"We performed a song about the monster, the vegetation, that we saw and heard in [Deep (Abyss)]. And then there's a little Kay and Irene's martial arts..."

When Kay talks, Joaquin, the carrier of the Holland carriage, answers flaky.

"[Deep] 's song seemed to attract a lot of interest, but when it comes to martial arts, the response was poor. I was worried you might have made some kind of coarse phase, but apparently not."

"Ha, I guess"

Eileen laughs bitterly. Joaquin said, "You're going to let me know more, aren't you? I just said," Step aside and let him make a look.

Talk about the upside of things. That the lord tried to make Eileen his mistress. That I didn't know Kay and Irene were close because of Holland's lack of explanation. And in front of Kay's eyes, he said, "You can keep it from my husband, Ghehe," and so on, he was greatly ashamed.

Since Edda, who is still young, is also listening to me, I told her pretty blurry, but she seems to have passed it on to Joaquin without any problems.

"What's that ~ Lord crazy!

Apparently he interpreted 'the lord tried to make Eileen his lover in secret' next to Edda laughing at the pieces and getting a sneaky laugh. The same goes for Holland, who holds the reins of a wagon. Kay and Irene were also watching over Pure Edda in a cheerful mood.

"Well, anyway, he was a delightful lord."

"If you ask me if I want to see you again, it's a mystery."

Holland laughs out loud at Kay and Eileen, all aligned and clapping their shoulders.

Then a peaceful journey ensued.

From Euria to Satina. Continue southwards on the streets of Saint-Angel so as to follow the previous trajectories. Along the way, every visit to a familiar village or boarding town brought back memories. Oh, I was bored here with Alexei. When I came here, I still hadn't sorted out my feelings about the metastasis, etc...

If you cross the field, cross the river, and go on for two days, you will eventually see the castle city of Satina at the end of your sight. A shadow of the city that floats on the green waters of the meadows.

"Hey, it's Satina. It's time to arrive."

"At last with Kay's eyes, it won't take long."

"Soak it up"

When Kay clings to Eileen's head with her fist, Eileen laughs out of her voice.

but as the saying goes, it was evening by the time the caravan arrived in Satina.

Heavy stone walls that you can no longer even remember nostalgia. I stayed in Satina for only a few days, but I've been involved in kidnappings, and it was an impressive city of sorts.

As always, there is a long line of serpents for luggage inspection in front of the castle gate. Despite the fact that the "Witch of Justice" has destroyed the drug organization, it must be noted that it needs to be tested - the root (...) could not be extinct (...).

If the sun goes down like this, the castle gate will be closed and Satina will be camped now. Holland was considering turning back to the nearby boarding town, but fortunately the luggage inspection went unexpectedly smooth - it was a fairly simple inspection compared to before - the caravan was safe and able to enter the city before sunset.

It was too late that day so it was dissolved as it was, and the Kays stayed overnight in the inn.

It was the day after that that that we had a specific discussion about the future.

†††

Cornwell Chamber of Commerce, one room at headquarters.

"Finally, we can talk calmly."

Holland, who turned to Kay and Irene at the table and sat on the couch, pounds and pounds his heartbeat.

Classy room. That's the main office of the Chamber of Commerce, and even a small private room for business talks has no decorations. Chic green carpets, oak matte low tables and windows are fitted with transparent glass, and the sprinkled blue and white vases are adorned with fresh flowers. The cushions placed on the couch are also stunning, as is the cross-stitching depicting the idyllic rural landscape.

This is not the first time I have visited the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce headquarters in Satina. When Eileen settled the kidnapping case, she had the opportunity to meet with Yuri, the boss of the Chamber of Commerce. He wanted to thank Eileen for helping Lily out safely.

He doesn't look like a Yuri boy today, but he'll have a chance to see him again.

"It's easy and helpful to work with my husband."

Irene, who kept herself on the couch, is as relaxed as home. Next to it, Kay was also completely out of her shoulders. Nature isn't so bad, but the whole town is still calm without suddenly being attacked by a burglar or a monster.

"I feel the same way. In the meantime, I'd like you to let me know if you need anything, because the current budget is going to be secure."

Hochhok-faced Holland replied as he stroked his beard. Holland, like the Kays, wants to move to Satina. He wants to enhance his position within the Chamber of Commerce by scaffolding a guaranteed selling product called the Eileen Marked Demonic Prop.

"Well, I need to talk to my husband first."

Irene got herself into trouble quickly.

"First of all, for the product, it's an example of an alarm."

"Yeah."

"I'm going to stop"

"Huh?"

Holland peeled at Irene's sudden declaration.

"What do you mean……?

"Of course, it doesn't mean stop being a demon prop itself. It means to focus on another product."

Eileen with a tick and a wave of fingers. Holland looked blatantly relieved and lowered his chest.

"Oh, oh, I see. I was surprised you changed your mind. … but the" alarm "is still" difficult "."

Without having to be specific, Holland also seems to be aware of the problem.

"Anyway, it's a life-threatening silo."

Irene, once again armed, looks sinister.

"I talked to Kay about it, but it's not for the first time."

"… The convenience of the" alarm (arr.) "is on our own throughout our journey. That's why I had the idea that if it could be used by other travelers, it would surely be convenient and helpful, but from a customer's point of view, it's a demonic item that I don't know how to specialize in. Unless you have such a good reputation, you won't be willing to keep your life."

Take over the word, Kay.

Irene's "Alarm" is a revolutionary magic tool that dramatically reduces the burden of night shifts on the journey. At the finished dawn, it will be easy for anyone to just dedicate a small chunk of crystal so that they can put up a shadow junction that responds to the enemy.

If enemies - in addition to humans, including beasts - step within the boundaries, they are automatically intimidated with shadows, plus the superior ones that ring the bell to draw attention. Even if you are napping by the "alarm," it is your turn at night to look into the darkness with the utmost vigilance. Kay and the others were greatly helped.

but flipped, the only reason the two of them were so relieved was because they knew that the "alarm" would work reliably. It is almost impossible to deceive Kerstin in the shadow realm, and he also knows all the mechanical reliability of the "alarm" itself and the specifications of the procedure. Therefore, there is a certainty that 'yes, it will not cause malfunction'.

- But customers won't either. Especially since the contents of the magic props are completely black boxes, whatever the magician opponent, the average person has limitations no matter how much they explain.

And most importantly, the layers that can make the most of the "alarm planes" - the vast majority of travellers who seem to have to move in small numbers, unfortunately, cannot afford the nostalgia. "Alarms" are such expensive magic tools that they have a contradiction from the concept.

"At first, I thought I'd leave the prototype with Joaquin's husband and ask him to promote it. That's when I realized I didn't even have to hold the alarm. I'm going to start making easier, more irresponsible magic tools."

"What do you mean?

"Projector."

Eileen pulled the rounded parchment out of her hip pouch. As a matter of fact, during last night, momentum created a simple blueprint. Although it was difficult to work on a small desk in the inn, relying on candle thinning.

"It's a fairly simple magic trick compared to an" alarm. "Shadow the pre-registered drawings and project them to a wall to screen - Kerstin improvised the story when Joaquin's husband was playing in the village, right? He's like that simple version."

"Ho ho! That sounds interesting."

Holland expressed interest as he stroked his beard.

"Both the caravan and I enjoyed that shadow painting a lot. If you can commercialize it, it's great, and I think you can sell it to fly. Even if it's a little expensive."

Anyway, it is the culmination of the magic of the Witch of Justice. Holland pressed his heartbeat, saying it's easier to sell than crime prevention goods, and that favorites should always jump.

"That was good. Personally, like Joaquin's husband, I think it's a magic trick that shows true value when operated with bards and orchestras. It can't be as ad hoc and dynamic as Kerstin would have done directly on the boulder, and it would have been monotonous if the painting had been moved."

"I see, I see. … then you might want to have a place and an orchestra to do the spectacle. Or use it in a theater..."

"That's a good idea! Movie theater is a wacko."

"Movie?"

"Uh... I'm talking about moving paintings. There was something similar in our hometown, and I called it the Movie Theater. Well, can I have 'Shadow Theater'?

Eileen stares at the void and laughs at the garlic. They put their thoughts on the 'cinema' concept, which is not a cinema. It's a great thing because Eileen seems to enjoy it, and Kay was Nico next door.

"And with the" alarm "and" projector "applications, I'm also thinking of a night-time communications magic prop, don't you think, sir?

Momentum Eileen takes herself out and presents her ideas further.

"Send a sentence to the specified receiver, the receiver rings the bell when it receives the sentence and displays the sentence in a shadow for a certain amount of time, a magic item like. Unlike a letter from a messenger raven (homing crow), the text doesn't stay in form, and there's a weakness that it can only be used at night, but there's a lot of demand because it arrives at any distance in an instant?

"That is...... it does seem like a great product, but that is a little 'scary'"

Holland was cautious against Irene of Norinoli.

"I don't mind if I use it personally, but selling it as a commodity in large part... even at our chamber of commerce, I think it will spread to boulders."

"Why?

"Existing bibliographic ravens and roles are too worn. Maybe turn the Sorcerers of the Dead Bird (Prague) on the enemy..."

Holland says that the magicians of the "Dead Birds" employed by the aristocrats have loose sideways connections. They are not as highly organized as the so-called trade unions (guilds), but they have a degree of collaboration to work together on the 'Common Concerns'. And they just have a direct connection to the aristocracy, which makes them a terribly nasty opponent when they turn to their enemies.

Eileen, the boulder, will also shut up if it may clash with vested interests.

"Let's not. I don't even want to sell it that far."

"I think it's easier as far as I'm concerned."

"Highly urgent correspondence is my magic prop, ordinary letters are messenger ravens, and I feel like I can share a place like this."

"Ahhh... this is just a rumor"

Still to reluctant Eileen, Holland shrugged his shoulders,

"That's the kind of" emergency contact "people who need to hire a magician in front of themselves, and they have all the means at their disposal. It's a mystery if there's still room to eat in there, and most importantly, when you try to organize a sensitive case with a nobleman, there's all sorts of troublesome things..."

"Aurai, let's not! Very well! This story is nasty."

Irene flickers her hand as she looks up to heaven. I'm sick and tired of trouble.

"Well, whatever it is, it would be a" projector "first. You might not be able to afford to sell it to fly and do anything else."

Both Eileen and Holland laughed bitterly, "Indeed," when Kay put it out of the way.

"Well, for now, this is the list of ingredients you need to create"

"Hmm……. It seems surprisingly cheap."

Irene, who has changed her mood, begins to pack the story even more specifically while showing parchment to Holland.

"If you want to increase the number of graphics you project, it will be a little higher. As it stands, the number of drawings assumed is up to five. If you're going to add a pattern type, you're going to need more catalyst labradorite and crystals."

"Well... with all this material, we'll have it in place by the day after tomorrow. Assuming I can give you all the ingredients the day after tomorrow, when can I get the prototype?

"If you can concentrate on your work, you can do it in a day. I just want a quiet, calming environment. The inn is a little silly, you know...

Holland nodded bitterly as Eileen posed small and cheerful.

"At least, it wouldn't be suitable for a magician's institute. Right, a quiet environment… all over the city, I wonder if that would be an immediate story."

"……… Is it difficult after all?"

Future plans - I guess I was going to cut out a story about the house as well, Irene's eyebrows just dropped a little.

"No, with the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce twats, one or two of the properties can be easily prepared. What, it's not a cheap contract, 'up there' should do that for you guys. If you find out that you don't give the magician of (...) hug (...) eh (...) a proper environment and let him live in a lodging house forever, it will involve the coupon of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Hold, huh?"

Heh heh, and Irene, who laughed small, glances at Kay. Kay also grinned back niggardly as he stroked his jaw. Because Holland was ridiculous to talk about as a 'fait accompli' with a blurry face.

"Then I feel like I'm on a big boat… I'm counting on you, sir."

"Welcome. I have to make money with you."

Holland makes a deliberately bad look - he doesn't look like a villain at all because he originally has a favorite look in his dripping eyes - and gives him a rub. Kay and Irene erupted unexpectedly and laughed as they slapped their bellies, thinking Holland wasn't a pattern either.

The discussion always proceeded in a soothing atmosphere. Eileen shared some magic prop ideas, and Holland, expressing his opinion as a merchant, would report to 'up there' later, he was taking serious notes. Kay also talks about future prospects. That I want her to acquire citizenship, if possible, while creating an environment where I live with Eileen. Also, I want to strengthen my magic a little bit myself from now on, and eventually work on the production of magic props, etc.

Holland showed a lot of interest, especially with regard to Kay's magic props, and he couldn't hide his excitement. Kay's covenant spirits, the "Maiden of the Wind" Sieve, are the great spirits of the elements, as the legend tells them, - so it is more impossible to tell them not to expect the magic props that sealed their power.

In fact, Holland predicted that even a disposable arrow-saver amulet would have a hell of a high price. At the same time, because it is also very valuable militarily, the interference of the Lordship Class must be viewed and handled with caution.

"Well, I'll tell you because you're opponents."

Along the way, Holland said with a sip of tea.

"The value of 'magicians' in this country is probably a lot heavier than you guys think. Many of the magicians in the Principality are already in the possession of nobles, or else the majority are from Wolvern's Duke King's knee, the School of Magic. We can't afford to miss this opportunity because there are rarely any flowing magicians and the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce is behind us in this area."

- So it's about selling ourselves high, at best.

"I'll leave it with your companion."

Holland, who says so and laughs, did look like a merchant.

As it stood, after noon, the discussion also lasted, and Kays, who had left the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, had a light meal in a nearby dining room before rolling out to the city.

"Long time no see - Satina is"

"It's a busy and good thing."

Two relaxing walks down the boulevard where people go.

Eileen wears a quality hemp tunic with black trousers and a twinkly blonde ribbon for an extra town-girl style headscarf. As usual, Kay is an irreplaceable ruffled outfit with a white shirt and leather vest and slightly dabbled trousers.

Each has a protective dagger on his hips, and Kay also carries a "dragon scale through" case. The "dragon scale through", which removes the string and bends to the letter C in the case, was nonetheless quite present due to its size and emitted a different colour throughout the town.

The townspeople on the road turn a rare gaze. At first glance, are you alert to Kay with a face like "The Meadow People," or are you stretching your nose out to a pretty girl who looks out for "The Snowfield People," or are you surprised "That's the face I saw somewhere"?

Now, although he is a "righteous witch" who will always be told if Satina's name comes up, only very few days have Eileen actually stayed, and fewer humans have seen her face in person. No matter how much it matches the traits you hear in the martial arts tradition, no one seems to think it's that tenacious person walking down the road.

Somehow that was hilarious, and Kay and Irene looked at each other and leaked a laugh like a nihilistic prankster.

Well, the Kays aren't hanging out for nothing. Turn the boulevard to the northeast of the city.

Craftsmanship.

Satina's acquaintance and family member of the victim of the kidnapping was about to visit Montane, an arrow artisan. I have post-incident concerns, I may be asking for work in creating demonic props, and as for Kay, I had the idea of replenishing the quality arrows.

Sometimes during lunchtime meals, the artisanal district at this time of day rather offers a calm atmosphere. I relied on my memory to go down the trail, turn the corner - at number twelve on Paradise Avenue, it was there.

Two-story house, organized in brown bricks.

It's a workshop in Montan.

Because of my mind - the house looked as if it was in a bustling artisanal neighborhood, lurking my breath. The rain door is also half-closed and quiet, giving the impression that it is coal-fired somewhere. Only the thin smoke rising from the chimney showed the presence of the inhabitants.

…………

Two people looking at each other. Kay is surprised, Irene is worried.

Hi, and I rang the door knocker, but it hasn't responded for a while. But when Kay kept ringing, a little later he said "… yes" to the little man's voice.

"Hello, it's me, my bowman Kay."

And there's Eileen.

A moment of silence. Immediately, there were noisy signs of traction, and the door opened with a bang.

"Ahhh! You!

It was the arrow craftsman, Montane, who showed up. As usual, skinny man, wrapping bandanas around dull blonde hair. I looked a little tired, but when I admitted Kay's - especially Irene's - appearance, I let my face shine.

"Back! You got caught!

"Oh, oh..."

"Yesterday..."

Gashy takes two hands and shakes them, grinning all the time saying "unbelievable," Montan. With a little pressure on the momentum, Kay and the others just nodded without time to explain the situation.

"Lily! Lily, your sister is back! Irene, it's your sister!

Montan screams into the back of the house, looking like he's not here. "Sa, go ahead!" Kay and Irene can be lured in with their hands drawn. But the affectionate laugh that the two of them were in a puzzling mood froze when they saw the girl with her face out of the dark in the back.

"Lily......?

Eyes open, Irene groans. Let the lips tremble in defiance.

"Eileen......... Hey, honey...............?

With a blurred voice, the girl - 'Lily', the victim of the kidnapping, in some dreamy blurry tone, calls Irene.

Father conceded dull blonde. However, previous activity is now without shadows or shapes.

What was there was a young girl who made dark bears beneath her eyes.