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"… ─ ─ Su"

I'm dreaming. Oh, I knew I wasn't controlling my dreams. It accidentally startles me, but I can't help but see what I've seen. When this happens, we need to remember exactly what it is.

But it's weird. I don't see it as well as it did with Moya. I know two people, standing facing each other.

"Duh...?... No!!

"Way to go.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I can't even hear you. Why? Wouldn't it be uncommon to be so obscure? Yeah, if it's my dream and it's my ability, don't make it look good! Magic, listen to me!

Come on, let's see.

"I'll kill you...!

─ ─ - Huh?

Wake up Gabba and his upper body. My breathing is rough, my whole body is sweaty and I'm bizzy. It's still only a little dim outside the window, so maybe a little before dawn. But I don't have Mr. Gill in this room, so I was wondering if he was up and active already or working all night. I think it's probably the latter.

Phew... I checked the current situation and the tremor has subsided a lot. I still can't help it. Yeah, I'm fine. I remember what I dreamed.

"Richt......"

Definitely. That was Richt. I said it with a determined, powerful eye, looking straight at the other guy. "I'll kill you".

Unfortunately, I didn't even know who pointed that word at. Richter of dreams didn't say his name.

"You were what you are now...... Richt. I'm sure it will happen in the near future."

Yes, and this is what matters. If I were older than I am now, I would have thought it would be a little further into the future, but it would not change what Richt looks like in my dreams and what Richt looks like today. So this is what happens right away.

It's happened before, right, that's what I thought. But it's a dream when Richt is fighting Mr. Gill.... Bye. That means, maybe not, who Richter said he was going to kill.

"Mr. Gill, are you? You're lying..."

No, it hasn't been decided yet. But it's true that that's most likely. Oh, isn't that reckless? 'Cause it's Mr. Gill, isn't it? Richt can't be the enemy... but you can't say enough, can you?

Why, because the quality of Richter's magic is so much better. You were actually always amazed at the quality of the magic you sophisticated every time you met me and the increasing amount of magic you had. That's also because I'm working out at Demon King's Castle, because that's what I thought you were trying to do and it's amazing.

That's what I thought, but as far as Richter in my dreams was concerned, I thought the purpose was there. For that reason, has Richt been working so hard...? Kill Gil, for...

But, of course, your current dream isn't a predictive dream, is it? Maybe I dreamed of someone's nightmare. I just want it to be.

Oh, no. This is a bit, I'm not sure I can look at Richter's face and keep it the way it always is. Gil, too. I think you'll hear me say something's wrong with me. That's not good.

I want to talk to you. But the content is just the content, and I'm really hesitant. I don't care if I talk to you, I need to figure out who to talk to.

"All right, let's start with the hard work training today, shall we!

That's what I can do now. If you eat rice and move your body, something else might come to mind! Uziuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It's a beautiful day!

"Oh, Aska! You're gonna eat so much today!

"Morning, Meg! Bye! Meg's just a fruit today?

"Yeah, I'm gonna eat right today. Ah, Mr. Shrier! Good morning!

When I get up to speed and then go outside the tent and head to the table, I find Asuka to have breakfast in front of a plate that was just as weird and piled up as yesterday and speak up. I'm gonna eat it like it really tastes good. Having that conversation, I greeted Mr. Shrier with a tea set tray because I could see him coming this way.

"Yes, good morning, Meg. You have a lot of energy today."

"Eh heh, because I slept full of training yesterday!

Mr. Shrier laughs at the couscous, so I tried to answer fine while making a force bubble with both arms.... Still no Kobu though.

"That was good. But you can't do that, can you? Shall we do some solid basic training today before we do our last mock fight?"

"Can you do another mock fight!? Oh, you can't lose today, Meg!

"I can't beat you either."

Makes two people more willing to give Mr. Schlier's suggestion. Mr. Shrier brewed tea and placed a cup in front of me, smiling gently at us like that and watching us.

"First of all, you're hungry. Shall I bring you something?

"Yeah, I'll get it myself! Thank you, Mr. Shrier."

Basically, the dining here is the same style we pick ourselves up when we're in the guild. I have a tent dedicated to the kitchen, so I will take as much meals as I need to prepare there. I put it out myself yesterday because I only left it for fruit.

The dishes, of course, were prepared by the Chio sisters in charge of cooking. Instead of purposefully taking out what we made for the expedition, it's a system that delivers meals made in real time because there's a transfer team connected to Ortus' dining room that can send anything but a little bigger, creature. Because that would not be so different from the usual tasks. Your father said it was a consideration for the people in charge of cooking. It's only because of Ortus' technique of transferring formations. As amazing as ever.

Having finished my breakfast salad and sandwich and corn soup this way, I was finally feeling calm where my stomach was full too. I'm still dragging on my dreams... but when my stomach fills up, it's something that gives me a little room. I guess I was lucky I hadn't met Mr. Gill or Richt yet. Of course I wanted to see the two of them, but I wasn't sure I could stay calm right after that dream.

I wonder if I can calm down more if I train and move my body. I want it to be so. Hoping so, I walked slowly with Mr. Shrier and Aska to the training ground.

"Yay! I beat Meg today!

"Ugh, you can't lose next!

A mock fight after training, that game at Mr. Shrier's referee, I lost...... I'm sticky. Regrettably.

"Your husband...?

Fluffy, and pink pass right in front of me. And that spirit, Shaw, who stopped right on my shoulder, spoke to me in a worried whisper.

'With all my worries, are you okay...? I'm worried. "

Oh, I knew it was a spiritual voice, Shaw. I smile bitterly thinking so. Um, this is not something I can say to my voice, so I decide to answer it in my heart.

It's not really okay, but I can't do anything right now. I need to prepare my mind so that I can respond when something happens. I'm sorry you're a pitiful husband. This affected me and I lost, what an excuse. We have to be stronger!

"Shaw said, yeah, all your husband's spirits are always on your husband's side!

"Yeah, it's comforting. Thanks for everything, guys."

I touch and dust the kindness of the spirits as I wipe my sweat. Oh, it heals. The spirits are the oasis of the heart!

"Come on, let's get back to base and have lunch. It's time to study this afternoon."

"What!? Isn't that training?

When the changing function of the storage bracelet also finishes dressing, Mr. Shrier's voice and Aska's voice, which leaks dissatisfaction, enter his ear. Uh, Aska doesn't like to study, does she?

"If you train all day just like an adult, you can break your body. There is the right time to grow efficiently. Besides, I can't seem to read, write, or easily calculate letters, so I can't put them in Ortus."

"Ugh, okay, I'll do it!

To Ortus one day, the goal was to convince Aska that it was effective. Huh, me? I can actually do some from the start because the knowledge of my previous life does the job. I could write it right, even though I couldn't move it the way my hands think when I first came to this world, and I could read it without any particular doubt.

Now, was that physical knowledge? That leaves me wondering if toddlers remember everything. Even though the shape of the letters is subtly different from that of Japan, and I feel that the words are different. Oh, no, right? I never cared because we've been talking too normally. Something called metastatic transfer correction? As always, we remain mysterious about the mystery of crossing the world. Will the day come when I will find out?

I'm studying. Walk down the road to base as you speak up and motivate Aska to keep complaining about wanting to move her body - let's go play when she's done. When we arrived at the stronghold, our eyes captured a certain two figures. The dark hair held by one of them makes his chest pound with a thrill inside.

"Oh, has Ortus' children's group finished training?"

It's Richter. A smile with the usual childhood, a light tone. I am the only one who has dreams and is conscious. Yes, it's just me. Calm down. It's still okay.

"... yeah! What about you? Are you going somewhere?

All right, I didn't even rub my voice up, and they talked to me the way they always do, right? I think you're making a good smile.

"No, I just got back. I've been touring adult training with Urbano, watching the city and walking."

Oh, my God. Wolvano's not in the tournament. He's coming as a guest this time. Maybe I'm bored until it starts. Maybe he's taking turns looking at Urbano the same way we do. So, it happened to be Richter's turn today, you know? Is that it? But doesn't Richt have to train to get into the game? When I ask him that, Richt laughs as he lowers his brow butt like he's in trouble.

"Uh, well, I am. Wolvano's not very good at people, is he? You'll feel safer with the guy you're used to... training can do it at night, that's fine."

I felt so relieved that I wanted to cry at the same time that I was convinced that oh well with that word. Why? Because Richter is as sweet as ever. When we traveled together on the human continent, Richter always pulled us, bright and bright. I have a little teasing habit, but I'm so sweet.

No change. Richter was relieved to know that he had the same kindness as he did back then. Because I'm human... because I thought it could change.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Richt..."

"Uh, Urbano doesn't have to worry about it! We've talked about this many times. I'm here because of you, so let's make some fun memories and go home."

Richt tells her so with a smile as she strokes Urbano's blue hair, which makes her feel sorry. Yes, Richter is Richter. Whatever the truth about that dream, I'm sure Richter will remain kind.

I believe in Richter. That's what I decided.