The red-haired Yu man, who followed a flattering simmerer, walked out to the back of the narrow aisle.
Because the rainfall plate is handed between the roofs, the only light that illuminates the way is the thin light that leaks from the narrow light windows of the left and right shops.
Long and poorly maintained roads are quite difficult to walk on because of the lack of cobblestones there.
Straccia, however, goes down the alley without making a plain noise.
Thor also followed that back in silence, thinking it was probably because he was used to going to the labyrinth at the bottom of a darker land than here.
but the alley starts to snake with twists and turns.
One of the divides that inadvertently appeared at the bend, the wrapped down straccia disappeared to be sucked in.
Thor stepped in after him, but inadvertently slows down his steps with a sense of vision in front of him.
A lot of garbage scattered all over the ground on the even smell that drifts.
It was at one time very similar to the alley Tor had passed through.
It looks just like from the shade of an old wooden plank standing on the wall to the point where you are likely to still hear a squeal.
Straccia keeps walking further into the back of the alley without a bare gesture that cares about her dirty feet.
And when I stopped in a poking place, I suddenly slapped the wall several times with my fist.
As Tor caught up with him looked surprised, a murmuring noise created a narrow gap in the slab wall.
A very pale light leaks out from the inside, and it turns out it was a drawer.
At the same time, the identity of those who opened the door becomes only slightly apparent.
That wasn't the kind of cat Thor expected, but it was a child the same size as Moo from the back length of the shadow.
He is a child who was checking outside through a small open door, but he panicked and put his hands on the board door as he figured out who the Lord of Knock was.
The trees rubbed against each other's ears, and the drawers quickly opened wide open.
"My uncle! Guys, my uncle's here!
Young voices echo through narrow passages, then multiple footsteps rush from the back.
The flock of children who happened to gather in the meantime immediately surrounded the overflowing straccia from the doorway.
"Good evening, Uncle!
"Wow, nice smell"
"Did you bring me something?
A lot of them are redheads, but they also seem to mix blondes and kids with horns on their foreheads.
Most of them are tall enough to be around the umbilical area of Thor.
"Everybody, that sounds like a disaster."
"Yeah, I was being a good girl!
"I'm hungry!
"Well, then I'll eat this. It's a specialty of Choi's master."
One of the children who received the handed wrap glistened his eyes realizing it was still warm.
When he takes care not to drop it, he rushes into the back of the door.
The other children cheered, like avalanches and then disappeared.
Having quickly lost her surroundings, Straccia turned around and let her scoffed herself grin float to Tor.
"What a grump. Children's minds are shifting fast."
"I heard your sweet voice only before I fed you, too."
"Hehe, even if you understand, don't spoil me"
"I have no choice. That's what it is."
Something came through, the Tors lifted the edges of their lips small as they looked at each other.
"That's not true, Prince. We all appreciate it all the time. Thank you so much."
The girl who had suddenly interrupted the men's conversation was the girl who had candled across the door.
Since the back length is around Thor's chest, it would be about the same as Sola's.
Because of the sound of my voice, I don't think I'm as old as I am.
Red hair cut together at the neck and well-shaped eyebrows catch my eye.
But the blue eyes have shade, and the cheeks seem a little pale.
"You don't seem to change, Ecklea"
"Yes, please come inside. Hey. Those of you, it's a dirty place..."
The girl's words, called Ecklea, were not humble, and the whole house certainly looked very different from the alley in front of her.
Are the floorboards rotting or indescribably comfortable to tread on?
Columns with fine cracks floating on featherboards that are still likely to fall apart.
It is Thor's honest feeling that it remains without being demolished often.
In the center of the room, which is not very large, there was a rattling table on which was placed the wrap that Straccia had brought earlier.
The cloth that had already been wrapped is loosened, and the deep dish that was inside shows its face.
The children's eyes gave off a glimmer of light to the smell that overflowed with the hot air.
But we don't have a beastly take on it, and it looks like an elderly kid is handing it to each and every one of us by splitting it into a plate of properly misaligned trees.
There seems to be a sleeping area further back, and I can see you carrying it there and doing it.
You noticed Thor's gaze, the girl subtly added words.
"Sorry for the rudeness. Some kids still can't get up."
"Right..."
As he returned the gavel, Thor looked around the children subtly.
If you look closely, there seem to be quite a few kids who are safe.
On the face and neck of the child more or less, a terrible scar like a burnt one is noticeable.
"Bringing me here on purpose means maybe..."
"Oh, these children are a people who have fled the scourge of Bossaria. This is how they feed occasionally."
"Are parents out?
"No, most of them gave their lives trying to get these kids away."
To the words returned, Thor slightly glanced at him.
Apparently only about thirty children are in this barn house.
"Other than here?
"People in wealthy houses went to the inner city because they had handouts. We have the... look..."
In reply to Ecklia, who replied with a nasty one, Thor scratched under his chin in silence.
Few houses would bother to welcome a child who did suffer major burns.
When I turned my gaze slightly, the whiteness was slightly noticeable, from the right cheek to the jaw of Ecclea.
The smell that was interspersed with candle beast fat was apparently the smell of this girl's pink powder.
There are not many stores that deliberately use people who look terrible as well.
I guess that hides the wound with makeup.
When asked in detail, the oldest Ecklia was the only one who was decently out to work.
They say the other kids are fishing for trash cans in the alley and helping clean up stalls to grace the leftovers.
A flashy adventurer gathers in a vibrant outer city, but once you step into the back road, there are times when realities like these children await.
Because it is a jetty against threats pushing from the land, the outer streets can be accepted by anyone.
But because of that, there were some aspects that were becoming a bubble of humans who didn't want to lose their place of destination or be questioned about their past.
Tor watched without saying anything about the children hitting meat dumplings and round potatoes with great joy.
I knew that the figure overlapped with the purple-eyed toddler, but not as many hands as I could offer.
That would be the same for Straccia.
No matter how tough the flesh may be, the palms you can grip with both of those fists are limited.
The long-haired young man, who shook his head slowly, quietly inquired to Thor.
"These kids can't be anything like this. But if my hometown returns to normal, the road may be cleared. Give me a hand, brother."
"You know I can't say no, you brought me here."
Saying so, Thor lightly overlaid the girl's hand with his outstretched hand.
Ecklia, surprised by the sudden act and stretching her face, shifts her gaze gently and breathlessly to Straccia.
And to the attitude of the prince, who remained silent, suddenly laid his eyes down sadly interpreting the meaning of the guest he had brought with him.
With his eyes interspersed with his giving up and repentance, Thor lays on his distant old self.
That was very similar to the way the boy looked that day when he suddenly lost his hometown and reached this city with three dying childhood tamers and an old man.
Anxiety and haste for ahead, anger that can only be unreasonably pushed away.
The emotions at that time still seemed to dull somewhere in Thor's mind, even after all these years.
One reason why Straccia accompanied Tor here was to show the tragedy of the children and aim for arousal.
The other would have combined confirmation of the act of cleaning away the ancient wounds of the deputy captain Ninessa.
And if Thor knows the same pain, he can't help it.
"Look, it's healed."
"…………………………………… What?
Without knowing what had happened, the girl blinked small.
And you realize there's no pull on your cheek, and you reach out with a surprise.
Ecklia, who had touched his face many times with Petapetta, but his eyes gradually set their focus on Tor.
"What... but...?
There are two things a girl could understand.
That the ugly marks that had covered his cheeks had completely disappeared.
And perhaps it was the man in front of him whom Straccia brought that made it.
At the next moment, the emotions that went up like turbulence leaked out of the girl's mouth as a groan.
"Phew... ugh, ugh... ugh..."
A suddenly exuberant tear begins to impart its cheeks unbearably.
The children, who were eating, also hurriedly stopped to see Ecklia sobbing.
As everyone's attention draws, the girl speaks out to squeeze out.
"Oh, oh... thank you... What, in return..."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to take the money. All right, let's start with the child with the worst symptoms. Will you show me around?"
"What? Oh, um... what?
"Yeah, well, I'll ask the temple of therapy to keep it a secret."
Saying so, Thor lets his outstretched index finger touch his lips.
Was it strange as a trick for a good adult, where the girl smiled like a flower blossomed for the first time?