This power of mine to be able to get into dreams and interfere, I thought it was horrible. Because it means you can attack people mentally without malice. But my father touched me on the shoulder and told me he was saved. Oh, well, I can save you. That filled my chest.
"Oh, good... Father, there's nothing...!
Above all, I was heartfelt that your father was safe. You knew I was okay, didn't you? Even if something happens, Father will be fine. But I'm still a father. My daughter, me unconscious. Whatever. I'm going to be crushed by guilt for attacking her. I know how strong you are! It's a sentimental problem.
'Meg, you worried me. Damn, my daughter is loving you......! I held him up right now. "
I laugh unexpectedly when I hear that voice, which is usually in mode, when I come there. Oh, good. Really good.
'And you're too happy for Meg to show up in your dreams! I rarely sleep, I hardly dream, but it's good to sleep if I have Meg in my dreams every once in a while. "
And you're happy? But this guy is like this, isn't he? I wondered what I would do if I entered my father's dream again, but I was relieved that he seemed okay at this rate. Maybe you're telling me to make me think so, but in my father's case, I can't say anything because I would mean 90%.
"Well, then, you can live long enough to get some time to sleep, right?
'Mm, so is that. Let's just say we get the job done quickly and also make time to rest.'
Whatever it is, this is the word I want to convey most right now.
"... thanks. Father."
You realized you were a father. I felt certain love that you were thinking about it. My father, you see, there's something about me that makes me feel like a big brother because of the pronounced shame, but it shows me the side I can count on in these places.
"I am the one to thank you!? Why did Meg just say thank you!?
Well, at this rate, you don't seem to be aware! But it was a delightful reaction because I was unconscious. Thank you so much. I'm so glad you're my father!
I wanted to explain a lot of other things, but I can't take up much of my father's time, so I ended up communicating with Shadowbird. I promised to write and send the detailed story in a letter and it feels like I cut it somehow. I had noticed you were trying to stretch the conversation, but it's bad for Mr. Kron and the others if you don't ghost your heart out here! If Mr. Gill hadn't mercilessly cut me off as "it's time," I might have talked to him until sundown. It was a good job, but I don't think I can help but notice that mercilessly my face caught on.
"Good for you."
I was watching Shadowbird disappearing with a bitter smile, and that's what Mr. Gill said and stroked my head. I guess I found myself relieved by the current exchange.
"Yeah. Thanks for letting me talk to my father, Mr. Gill"
"I don't mind that much"
But then Mr. Gill opens his mouth. When I sat straight in the chair opposite the table I was sitting at, I put my cheek cane on just to say that anything was foreseeable.
"I'm relieved, isn't that all? What did you think?"
"Gil Sansu oh... can you read your thoughts like Mr. Shell?
I was honestly impressed. Isn't Mr. Gill reading my thoughts lately? It's strange how you can guess this. I've been a caring person for a long time, but I feel more like you understand a lot about me here, especially.
"I can't even read it until I think about it... but I just kind of get it. Meg is mine..."
That's it, Mr. Gill stopped talking. I keep my gaze diagonally pointing down so I can think of something. What is it?
"Me, Mr. Gill's...?
"Oh, no. Meg is easy to understand. I'll be right in your face."
What, so much!? I'm aware it's easy to get on my face, but as I grew up, I thought that was getting harder to understand, too! But it's easy for people to understand when they grow up, and I probably won't fix this for the rest of my life either. Ugh, that's embarrassing. I held my cheeks with both hands.
"Look, it's easy to understand"
They laughed extra. Oh, you're easy to understand, including these places! What am I supposed to do? I wonder if I have to give up. Dumb. It's still valuable for Gil to speak up and laugh, so I'm in the mood to hear it. I'm the one being laughed at, Meg. Emoticons, work harder.
But that's not good now. Because of this, Mr. Gill gave me the posture to listen, so let's talk about it. I started talking as I turned hot in embarrassment and said patty with my hands.
"It's true that I was relieved to hear about your father and know that dreaming doesn't just harm people... But it doesn't change that it's dangerous to get into people's dreams."
It hasn't been a fundamental solution, has it? It just so happens this time. I thought I had to think I was just lucky. You can safely put this into people's dreams, so I can't be optimistic. If you don't understand the dangers, I may indiscriminately harm people in the future.
So I want to find out more about this ability. When I told Mr. Gill that story, he suggested I go look into it now.
"Filjupi told me when I left. He said if you want to check the books, you can let him go. They also have permission from Shermelhorn."
"... I guess you knew I would. Wow, that's Mr. Shell. I wish you'd just say it directly."
I thought it was Mr. Shell who went out of his way to say it through Mr. Pippi. But I know it's cooperative, and now I guess that's enough. I mean, it seems that its nature will change for the rest of my life. That is Mr. Shell.
I have some thoughts, but then I was sweet with your words, so I left the cabin to head to the library with Mr. Gill. Nevertheless, I decided to look for Mr. Wiz first because I don't know where to go. If anything happens, tell me, because they say.
As the cabin headed toward the one lined up, Mr. Wiz was spotted lightly. He said he was going to do the sorting of herbs, nuts, etc. he'd been collecting in the morning. I'm sorry I stopped calling you?
"It's a library, okay. You got permission from the chief, right? I want to go in the same direction, and I'm coming with you."
So don't worry, Mr. Wiz smiled at me. Was that the feeling in your face that you were sorry again? The facial expressions didn't seem to work for me, so I gently followed her on both cheeks. Embarrassing......!
Keep up with Mr. Wiz for a few minutes or so. Moving in the uneven direction to the right from where the cemetery and fountain were located, I could see some cabins built in line for a while. There was such a thing as a cabin in this place that it has such a familiar look to the trees around it. More integrated with the trees than the cabins for residential use? Is it close to the treehouse? But the shape of the cabin remains, what a strange look.
"The far right end is the library. You should see it as you like."
"What, but don't you have something you can't or shouldn't touch if you see it?
It's normal to be confused when people say you can leave me alone, right? 'Cause it's a collection of high elves, right? I mean, all kinds of knowledge is stuffed in books. I was rather afraid to look around on my own. That's what I heard, Mr. Wiz looks kyotoned. Huh? Did I say something funny?
"I'm only getting to see the information I'm looking for right now, so nothing's wrong with me. Oh, could the other libraries be different?
Oh, what that wonder management. Does that mean only books with the information you want will be viewable? That's what I thought, Gill explained to me as she looked at the library with her eyes narrowed.
"It's complicated. I can look up as much information as I want, but can't I even try to find anything else? There is also witchcraft in the recognition inhibitory system."
"That's right. Because I don't need the information I didn't ask for from the beginning. If any other eyes go, it won't be an investigation, will it? It's a good way to concentrate."
I guess that means that if you don't keep it in your head exactly what you want to find out about, you won't get the books you want even if you go into the library. What a complicated sorcery. But I can see the high level of high elf witchcraft where it's installed because it's just efficient.
By the way, if you ever wondered in the middle of an investigation, you'd be able to see books in that area. It is kindly designed. But I also find it flashy in the library to look for books that I might be interested in finding out more about. I guess it's an efficiency focus.
But it's also dangerous to say that anyone can get the information they want. When someone comes in thinking about something bad, they don't know what that information will be used for.
"I trust you guys. Even from the chief who gave me permission."
That's what Mr. Wiz said and laughed at you for seeing through that idea as well. Oh, well, you can trust me. Knowing that makes my heart warm.
"Then I'm working in the second cabin from the left. Tell me if anything happens. It would help if you called me back."
"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Wiz!
I waved gently to thank Mr. Wiz for turning my back, then turned my face to Mr. Gill. Mr. Gill nodded lightly with his eyes, so we also proceeded to walk toward the library.
I repeat it over and over again in my head about dreaming about my special physique. It would be helpful if there was some kind of record of someone with the same abilities in the past. I don't have to, but I need some information to get along well with this ability. Hope so. Stop in front of the cabin. Then he breathed lightly and threw up, thrilled to open the library door.