Mr. Wiz took us to the dining room. Everyone in the town says this is how they get together for dinner. It doesn't seem like everyone.
"Are you in a special shape? I have a thousand eyes. It's a power to see things in the distance. I can see it even if it was blocked by something. I mean, I can see you blindfolded."
"Whoa, wow!
During the meal, Wiz answers without any doubt to Gil, who has somehow raised a topic about his special physique. I feel like it's something I don't really want them to know because it's a special skill specific to elves...... does that mean they trust us? Glad to hear so.
"So I'm looking forward to seeing where you guys are and what you're doing. Yeah, of course I've never seen it. 'Cause you'd feel bad if they took a peek at you, wouldn't you?
I was so relieved that I could think about people's feelings. There's no such thing as privacy, is there? Mostly, it's only used to stifle major natural disasters, demons' movements, and prey. How peaceful.
"... we're just talking here"
Mr. Wiz began talking with a lurking voice and a cuckoo laugh along the way. What is it? I listen softer as I think.
"When Yennarieal flew out of town, I watched him several times to see if he was doing well on the sheikh's orders."
"Mr. Shell...!?
Shock Facts! High elves like that running away on their own are not one of them! You were angry like that!? Anything, Shell said she could read people's minds, so she read their minds and grasped the situation before Wiz could tell them what she saw. It was easy to save time telling them, Wiz says, but I would be embarrassed and unable to. I can't believe how dumb a reaction leaks......! Or I can't believe I can read people's minds. I knew it was against the rules!
"That's why I and the chief knew. Make friends with Yennarieal and the Demon King. I don't want the chief to let me know what happened to those kids around the corner."
As a father, you thought you didn't want to see it anymore, Mr. Wiz laughs. Oh, wait. What's so unexpected about the back story?
I mean, my father and Shell fought here because they said, "You bastard!" There would have been another reason, of course. I'm starting to think you're more of a jerk. I just wanted my own daughter and grandson back...? Yes, no, no, no, you're lying, right? Aren't you too clumsy?
"We all understood how the chief felt. I really had an idea I couldn't understand, though. But maybe I didn't brace the root part. He cares more about his people than anyone else."
Often too clumsy to pass on, but Mr. Wiz smiled bitterly. He thinks he's a hater, and he also thinks it's convenient. You're more of a fellowship and family thinker than anyone else, but a stubborn man who doesn't even acknowledge it himself.
... Ston, and fell in my heart. I don't know what you've been thinking, I thought you were a little scared grandfather, but thanks to your current story, I know exactly what you're talking about. I wonder what Mr. Shell looks like.
Well, that's why none of the high elves have bad feelings about Mr. Shell. You said you were even mentally interfered with a little bit and moved like a good one, but you didn't think it was too generous. But it wasn't just because everyone's heart was too generous.
That's the same thing, isn't it, the people here have been living in the same town for thousands of years now? It's not weird that we know all about each other.
"I misunderstood you about me, Mr. Shell... well. It was."
"I'm not going to get sick. Because that guy is easily misunderstood, and the way he does it is often not complimented. I really thought it would be everyone's or Meg's happiness to manipulate them as they please? So I don't even think about it."
Ho, you're a real troublemaker. Speaking of which, Mr. Mara has always said it too. He said he was a child. She said she was in trouble. That was what I meant as it was.
But that's not why I'm allowed to bother all sorts of people. Come on. It's not good to let people get hurt or look down.
"... can we get down to business"
"Hmm? Did you have something to say?
I remember that Mr. Gill cut out the story. Yeah, I was trying to ask you about my special physique in the first place. So Mr. Gill brought up the story, didn't he? Forget it already, I'm not the right person for an interview. There won't be anything to do, though.
"Actually..."
He looked at me only with chills in his eyes, so he nodded willingly that he wouldn't mind talking. Having confirmed that, Mr. Gill explains that story to Mr. Wiz. Even so, we haven't even talked about the details. However, I thought my special physique was a predictive dream, but apparently not, and then he tells me that he wants to find out what the hell it is. Then Mr. Wiz opened his eyes like a kyoton.
"Oh well. Haven't you seen it?"
"Look...?
And you convinced yourself of your own doubts, arm in arm. Yeah, I started snorting. Wait, Description Pleas!
"I'm sorry. Because it was too obvious for us. And I forgot because it was thousands of years ago. As a matter of fact, we, the High Elves, have a ritual to find out what the special physique of the child is when we are conscious."
"I see. I mean, isn't Meg getting that?"
"That's what's gonna happen"
There was a ritual. Or elves are a lot of rituals!? It's a ritual for the spirits to be visible, a ritual for examining their special physique!
Oh, but aren't elves born with a special physique? Instead, you said it was unusual. That means this ritual may be specific to high elves. In the first place, if you didn't, there's no way Mr. Shrier wouldn't know.
"This kid wasn't in a situation where he could take it. But I sincerely hope it wasn't in the hands of the sheikh when he was a baby. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here now. I think Yennarieal was right in his decision. So forgive me."
"Well, of course it is! You don't resent me or get mad at me!
Even I thank Mr. Yenna. Thanks to you, I saw Mr. Gill, I saw your father, I saw everyone. If I hadn't gone to Ortus, my father would still be looking for Mr. Yenna.
"So if you get that ritual, you know what Meg's special physique is, too,"
"Uh, yeah. Hmmm......"
Outreach I was about to be delighted for a moment that it seemed easy to understand, but Mr. Wiz looked difficult on Mr. Gill's words. Oh, can't you? Like if you grow up too much, you can't take it? And when I hear it, the answer is no problem.
"So, what's the problem?"
Yes, Mr. Gill asks, and Mr. Wiz opens his mouth like he can't say.
"First of all, rituals are all about what you do, when a high elf with a certain special physique sees the child. Then I can see the child's special physique. That's all there is to it."
Oh, my God. I thought you were going to use special sorcery or something. Well, if you just look at it in a special shape, it doesn't seem like your age is a problem either.
"The youngest person in this town was Yennarieal. Oh, except Meg, of course. So. When she received this ritual, there were two high elves who could perform it."
"Both of you?
"Yes, no wonder you have similar abilities."
I thought it was unusual for two people to have the same special physique because of the small number of high elves. Oh, but aren't you surprised because I have the same abilities as Yenna, my mother, and we're all like relatives? Convinced.
"But the High Elf, who gave me the ritual of Yennarieal, died hundreds of years after that."
You mean a high elf with a full tenure?... hey, how many years did you live? Well, fine. Not now.
"Uh, isn't there another person who can see that special physique anymore?
I asked her modestly, thinking that Toshido was something like that. But it's not, Mr. Wiz says. Then why, when I was about to say, I realized.
Even though I know the answer, Mr. Wiz can hardly tell me. Doesn't that mean it's not convenient? That means could that person be...?
"... I'm a chief. The other one."
I knew it! I had a hunch! Oh, me, do I have to go talk to Mr. Shell? Stuffed...?