Its body, rising in the darkness of the night, was discreet yet clarity equipped with femininity.
A smooth female scent with a gentle curve tickles Tor's nasal cavity.
Salarisa quietly opened her mouth as she glowed the scales on her neck in a moonlight, thin blue.
"Have you had a good night...?
"No, I'm fine. What can I do for you?
"Hey, I need to talk to you..."
As Thor rose and aguared, the Ethereal Scale woman bowed herself and came into the tent.
I sat with my knees folded across from each other, but close enough to feel the exhale because even one man was cramped.
Salaritha, who had often stared straight into Thor's eyes, lay down softly.
The woman, in a position to rub her forehead against the ground, voiced a voice that seemed to disappear.
"Sorry......"
To his sudden words of apology, Thor grabs his face as he scratches under his chin.
And to Salarisa with her head bowed, she inquired with a potpourri.
"You cut the rope?
"No way, have you noticed... But why...?
The reason is ultimate, simple, because history didn't come to mind when you touched the chopped rope.
If it had been the work of the evil spirits of the wild wind, the monster, we would have been able to confirm it at least until just before it expired.
Plus at the time of his earlier performance, Tor was firmly confirming that a knife in an odd shape was lowering on Salarisa's hips.
Blades that wave from left to right are commonly used in the eastern country, home of the Ethereal Scales.
I was going to ask before I left tomorrow, but if the person came, I should probably ask the question here.
"What's the purpose?
"I wanted to make sure..."
"You want my help?
"Yes...... Please forgive me."
"You think I can forgive you? Put those guys in danger."
As struck by the words, Salarisa looks up.
Although it is a bloody lost look, its eyes had a maddening light that I had seen before.
"Still forgive me. I really need your help..."
Thor reminds her of Garoud, her brother-in-law, in the appearance of Sarah, who shivers her voice but does not try to turn a blind eye.
These two stubborn wills are what I remember.
Thor, who also scratched under his chin, let him exhale deeply.
"Just tell me everything. It's up to you to decide."
"Oh, thank you"
"So don't thank me. I haven't taken anything on yet."
By the way, while clogging the words, the story Sarah told was the following event:
The beginning of the thing was three years ago, when Garud and other parties were going down the eastern route across the center.
A row is suddenly struck by a continually strong torn wind as the lower rocky mountain ahead through the center plugs into a line.
In a fiercely curly sandstorm, he said, connecting his body with a rope, the evil spirits of the wild wind appeared without setting them apart.
And there's more than one.
Though he decides to withdraw once and for all, the party that was about to be surrounded by the monsters will be split in two.
At this time, as it is today, they split it into Garud, his wife Celse, and Salaritha and the other three.
"Perhaps your sister cut the rope and missed it."
"Really?
"You can't get away with all five of them..."
The sisters disappeared behind the dust as they were.
And half a day later, only one Garoud came back with a terrible hand wound.
What Salaritha and the others saw rushing to the same place again in search of a distant sister was still a raging wind.
It's usually a sandstorm that should disappear in a matter of minutes, but the torn winds that unfortunately occurred in a row seem to have made it an extraordinary force.
Two days after that, the sandstorm finally subsided, but what remained instead was a monster of rough wind so enormous that I had never seen it.
The search was cut off on the spot by an overly dangerous presence.
Then a few times, I tried to ask someone I knew and a reputable adventurer to help me, but all of them would be feathers retreating.
Rumors spread and there is a trend towards avoiding danger, with fewer and fewer colleagues trying to help.
And time flowed, and after a year of Celse's disappearance, everyone began to shake their necks sideways with the look of giving up.
Only then will the East Route be the end of the line, and the Garuds will calm themselves down as guides.
But the two of them, they didn't give up.
I just kept looking for people with arms.
"Well, I see what's going on."
"If so..."
"No, I just said I got it. I didn't say I'd forgive you."
"Um... about the rope..."
Actually, if you get caught in a sandstorm, they're right to originally do it low on the spot.
Or not against the wind, that it's even a choice to stay away from the center.
Keeping moving forward seemed to be the easiest choice to encounter the evil spirits of the rough wind and never to make.
"So, maybe?
"Yes, think it's dangerous as it is... But you were extra worried. I can't believe I slaughtered and killed evil spirits..., I still can't believe it"
In the sandstorm, it was Salaritha's words that saw Thor strike down the pebble and wanted to see how badly he would attack the evil spirit of the wild wind.
But as a result, he knocked it down so quickly that he passed the surprise and became stunned.
"Please. Help me take my sister's revenge..."
Saralalisa nodded as she prepared herself for Thor, who remained silent.
And all of a sudden, I took one skin off.
"... this body, be free... even if you"
"Seriously, don't panic. You didn't say you'd take it, but you didn't say you wouldn't."
"Bye!"
"Shoulder first. I don't care if I catch a cold and have trouble showing you. I mean, what do you do with your wasted health, even though it's the real thing starting tomorrow"
"Oh, right...... Excuse me......"
"Besides, I don't have a hobby for having a woman."
Lightly turned down, Sarah becomes a fainted face.
To that appearance, Tor, who became a true face, inquired.
"Why did you suddenly feel like apologizing? If you shut up and ask, it might have worked."
To inquire, the Ethereal Scale woman slowly let her eyes twitch.
Then answer with a small head.
"Dinner today, because it was so... so much fun"
"Is that why?
"Wow, our party used to laugh like that, too. When my brother-in-law was there and my sister sat beside me and I played the harp... everyone laughed happily..."
The sound of Shizukuishi falling on the potari and the cloth sounds.
"I'm so, so jealous of you... that I can't forgive you enough..."
When Thor lends his chest without saying anything, Sarah, buried in her face, quietly begins to cry.
The rain in the wilderness continued to fall for a long time.