-It's a dream. This is a predictive dream.
I don't know where that is, but I'm standing with a worried face. At the end of that gaze...
"Absolutely, I will defeat you!
'... come'
Gazing at each other a little distance, two of my favorites.
Richt and Mr. Gill...? What, eh? Why? Why are you two staring at each other?
When I was confused, the two finally moved out. It's fast enough not to go unnoticed, but now I can do enough to follow the movements of the two of us with my eyes. From the long sword held by Richt, a blue and white light is emitted, and its light flies towards Mr. Gill just by waving it.
It's like thunder. An electric shock can fly, not if you're thinking about what a swallow thing it is.
Naturally, it's not difficult to wave a sword at an attack like that, Mr. Gill. I took Richt with my knife, who kept going in.
"Is that what this is?"
"It's a prep movement!
If Mr. Gill told me to provoke him, Richt also slapped a light mouth and left once. Keep working out your magic...... I wonder if you will activate a major offensive magic trick. Wait, if I unleash such a great deal of magic, I'm just sorry......!?
I screamed something in my dream. Keep it up, run out... keep your eyes round and look at me like you two were surprised...
"'Meg!!
You two call me at the same time. And then--
Phew, and wake up. This lack of clarity in my head is definitely something I've been dreaming about. That, too, is a predictive dream.
Raise your torso and arms together. Mm-hmm. Turn your face down or up as you roar.
"No. I can't remember!"
I gave up remembering. Experience has shown that I can't remember how sticky these times are. If it's an important dream, I'm sure I'll remember one of these days, and I've been able to manage, so I can handle it!
Optimistic thinking will never change, I belong to the premium guild Ortus, my billboard daughter Meg, I'm 70!
... terrible literature. If I said I was seventy, I'd be a grandmother if I said I was human. I can't tell you what a billboard girl is. But, you know, I'm bleeding from a slow growing high elf. I mean, the appearance is still about seven years old where humans say it is. No matter how long you spend, your spirit is influenced by your body's age.
Memories of less than thirty years that originally lived as rings also now seem like a distant past. Sometimes I remember, and things like company animal guts back then, though they still occasionally peek into my face.
In me, the ring is past life. It feels like living as Meg now, with memories of living in previous life.
"My hair, it's stretched."
Squeeze as you pass through in front of the mirror. My fluffy hair stretched all the way to my chest still shines pink gold and my eyes are big blue. Honestly, I'm pretty cute in the mirror.... complacency? I know, I'm in pain. I'm aware of that. But I'm not, I want to explain.
I just think I look so cute in the mirror, and it doesn't feel like I'm connected. In other words, there is not much awareness of how cute I am. Really, I'm never used to all this. Somewhat conscious, isn't it? Everyday, everyone says cute cute cute.
Hmm, I can't really say what it is after all, but I guess I'm not really interested in how good I look. Not around Kay or Maryla! They're going to say that.
"Mm-hmm. All right, I got it!
That's why I always have a ponytail or half up when I put my hair together myself. Half up today, by the way. It's easy to do, and if you wear a little cute rubber or a ribbon, it looks pretty good.
I really want to spend some time not doing anything, but at least comb my hair! You want me to put on a hairpin or something? Or something like that, and if you let it go further, the doll of decency will be restrained for a while to play with... so this hairstyle is becoming entrenched as a compromise.
Twin tails? Three knitting? It is a contract to become asymmetrical. I'm a clumsy girl.
Cut your hair? Don't let all parents cry. It's a lot of trouble!
Well, and I get up. Check your outfit once you see your whole body. I fell asleep and went out in my room several times, so I got a crush on checking it out. That was embarrassing...... everyone still makes fun of me.
I have a job in the library this morning to carry a new book, so it's a moving outfit. Tunic long enough for your butt to hide, stretchy, moveable cherry trousers style. It's a product from Lan's shop, because Saura made it to order, or by the way, it's a cute design even though the frills are working style.
I've already given up because each side has told me in tears that it's a joy to live to get all sorts of clothes on me, even though I was reluctant to be presented with clothes at first. Of course, thank you and I'm glad to hear it. I wear different clothes every day because of you. What's the warrant?
"Okay, it's okay"
I circled around and checked, holding my fist and getting in the mood before I left the room. We're headed to the cafeteria! Breakfast! Breakfast!
"Oh no!
When we got to the dining room, a number of Ortus members were already here. People who have already finished eating and are leaving, or exactly who are eating right now, etc. I always try to greet you well here. Greetings are the window of my heart! My heart is always open! Because I don't think many people feel bad about being greeted.
"Morning, Meg! You're doing well today."
"Morning, Meg!
"It's a cute explosion today."
Look, like this, I like it because you guys are bound to respond. I accidentally smile at Nico.
"Meg."
"Mr. Gill!
As I was nicoting at the entrance, I was called from behind. Soon with my voice I found out who it was. I turn around quickly. Then, rethink and bow with Kittin '.
"Hi Girnandio!
"Oh, good morning"
Duh! You see that! Grow up!
In the last twenty years I have been brilliant enough to call Mr. Gill without biting his name! It was a long time... it was a long time! I chew as usual when I'm in a hurry, but if I talk calmly, I won't chew anymore. It's worth the habit of saying hello every day and every day. You accidentally hugged me the first time you could call me right. For some reason, the adults around me were crying and applauding.
"Let's go get some breakfast."
"Ha!
After the greeting, Mr. Gill always strokes my head, and then I go get breakfast with him. And we eat together and go all the way to the hall of the guild, which is the set course every morning. For the convenience of Mr. Gill's work, there are days when I can't do that. In that case, someone else is sure to join me for dinner.
Some days with Mr. Gill, some with just the two of us, others. But I don't eat alone. I find that very happy.
"Can I join you, too?
Thus, when I receive breakfast with Mr. Gill and take a seat, I hear such a voice from the side.
"Ronnie! Ronald, thank you. Sure, eat with me!
"Yeah, Mr. Gill, Meg, good morning, sir. Thanks."
Greater than when we met, Ronnie, who grew taller and looked like a man, also took a seat, and we started eating. By and large, the conversation is scheduled for today.
"I'm going with Kay today to take a request. Only magic, you can't use it."
"Ronnie doesn't like magic, does she? Be careful, okay?
Apparently, it's part of my training with Mr. Kay. I guess it's a special menu for Ronnie, who doesn't like to use magic.
"Practice becomes above all else. Don't worry if it comes with Kay. Do it tight."
"Yes. Good luck, I will"
A word of encouragement to Ronnie also from Mr. Gill. Um, Ronnie's going further and further. I'm still a little jealous because I've never done practice. I've practiced, I've fought Ortus members in training, but I've never actually fought demons.
Even I'm taller. And my voice got a little low. Shh, shh, shh, shh. You look like a man. I feel kind of lonely for putting him down. Though I may think so extra, especially because of my slow growth.
"Meg, too, will be training demon opponents soon"
"What, really? Mr. Gill!"
Gil told me something good about it being on my face thinking about it. Unexpectedly looking up at Mr. Gill, Gill nodded lightly with a bitter smile.
"Oh. I heard the leader (Don) say that."
"Your father? Then you're sure! I'll ask you in my next training."
When he answers with some joy and vigour, both Mr. Gill and Ronnie have some worrying look on their faces.... I guess it activates my usual worries. It's a lot bigger now, but it's really overprotective. I accidentally swell my cheeks.
"Even I'm a little stronger"
"I know that..."
"I know Meg's magic is superior in Ortus."
That's not what I'm talking about. Yeah, I'm glad you're worried, and I'm gonna back you down here.
Like Ronnie said, I, in fact, still have a pretty good magic arm! The number of contract spirits in natural witchcraft has increased, and you and your children have been able to use fairly powerful and efficient witchcraft. And then again, it's magic that won't diminish no matter what you use or use... because I've realized lately that it's just a salad of demon kings and high elves.
But that's how the magic arm is only up, but everyone is too worried about it to have any chance of using it in practice. I don't know if this is really getting stronger. I'm not sure I'm clear, and I don't even think they're just complimenting me, trying to please me.
So there's no way you wouldn't be happy to hear that you can train for practice. Let me study because I think it's a good opportunity to know what I'm capable of!
"It was you! I'm sorry I kept you waiting..."
Even though I was thinking and eating at fault, my meal was still slow and I was supposed to keep the two of us waiting. It happens all the time! No, we're both eating fast, I'm sure.
Never mind, listening to Mr. Gill and Ronnie, we lowered the dishes and headed all the way to the guild's hall.