Coverted Tor puts his hand at his feet and shifts his gaze forward.
Its black and deep eyes overlap with desolate ground and neat cobblestones.
Thor asked the girl next door, just a little out of focus, as she could even see the growing green grass.
"Is this a good place, a new one?
"No, this street was built in the early days, so it was quite old."
"Then let it feel a little peeled off"
Having once again concentrated his consciousness on the ground, Tor chooses a road that, by the way, lacks or is torn apart by stone.
Boost your magic...
The first exterior wall repair Dadan asked me to do was best to return the perimeter I touched with my hands.
However, the stone bridge columns lining the red river surface had collapsed by more than half but could be restored.
And in the wilderness of the wind, he made the stone mountains that had completely disappeared look just like < restore >.
There will also be an increase in the amount of magic itself.
However, Thor felt strongly that the magic trick was becoming more tame than that.
I couldn't do it before, but I can do it at some point.
It's what I've been through with my sword and my body.
However, < restore >, which has been used more than a few hundred times, has always grown beyond Thor's imagination.
Rammella deeply sighed at the appearance of the boulevard, which in an instant returned to a state where all the sights were paved.
No matter how many times, it is the sight of your feet trembling naturally.
"How about this?
"Yeah..."
The girl who opens her mouth to reply, but instead it was the thread of tears that conveyed her cheeks.
The memories of the mixed scenery inside Lambmerla, pushing like waves, cut off the mountains of sand that had buried (udder) emotions.
This place was once a path through which the girl walked countless times.
"... get some rest"
Without questioning the reason for the tears, Thor let the stone steps of the building behind him be undone.
Encourage him to sit down and sit next to him silently.
Even a handkerchief would dress up if I could give it to him, but unfortunately Tor didn't have such a small spill with him.
In the raucous sky, a chiseled cloud floats to the point of apology.
The wind hitting my cheeks was lukewarm and made me feel close to summer.
There was no conversation, just the two of them kept looking at the deserted streets.
Already the ants have been exterminated and the blind watchtower has disappeared.
The ants who occupied the outer walls, which were full of holes, were expelled, and the damaged areas were beautifully blocked.
It is not exactly the same as before, but the collapse of the upper part is left intact.
The border city, which had been completely turned into a pile of rubble, was being revived to the point where people could live in a few days if they had their hands on it.
Eventually he regained his composure, Rammella slowly rose and shifted his gaze to the building behind him.
It was decaying, but it was a splendid building.
The height of the painfully remaining walls is thus about three stories high.
But the inside had completely collapsed, exposing him to terrible odds.
Looking into the cavity where the portal appears to have been, Lambmerla bites her lower lip so hard that the color can be lost.
The girl said that she noticed Tor's gaze as she inquired.
"This is the Temple of Therapy."
"Right."
Continuing the conversation, the two step inside a desolate building.
Rammella, who tried to feel forcibly nostalgic, but smiled powerlessly at the internal appearance of everything she had lost.
The girl's movement as she tried to look back at Tor stops as if she was accidentally hit with a nail.
At the end of that gaze were dry blood stains left on the walls and traces of someone's nails that were vivid.
Have all the bodies been taken away by the ants, and not a single bone remains?
Only that trace seemed like the only cries of the dead that would echo this place.
Three hundred and eighteen.
As she stared at the wall, the girl shaped a tight cobble.
Then he starts talking interruptively.
"That day, my sister and I were here because it was a rest day. When I was chatting with everyone, I suddenly got a shout out in the street... The rest was just a matter of time. Ants filled everything, and there was nothing we could do about it, and we stood here and caged. Outside he asked me to help him, open the door... Of which the upstairs window was broken and the ants came in. This building has a passageway in the basement. Just me and my sister, they pushed me in there. If we stay like this, they'll catch up, so we'll buy time. The temple chief... But there were also ants in the hole, and my sister managed to fall asleep, but then I got burned..."
Inhaling her breath thinly, Lambmerla continued her words.
"The reason my sister and I survived was because the skill tree branches were only slightly better than people. That's all. I remember all the faces of the people who were here then. For the rest of my life, I feel like I'll never forget it."
"I almost forgot."
To Thor's reply, the girl raised her eyebrows as surprised.
Tor, who nodded lightly, reached out and touched the wall.
"My village was attacked by an outbreak, too. I threw everything away and ran away.... parents' faces, brothers' faces."
At the next moment, the nail marks had disappeared from the wall in front of me.
At the same time, the entire building regains its former appearance.
"I'm not asking you to forget it, but you don't have to remember it. Sometimes it's good to remember, sometimes."
Tor gently offered his hand to the girl who sat up.
The girl who wiped her face clung to her hand.
The middle-aged adventurer suddenly laughed ridiculously as he pulled Rammella to stand.
"What's wrong with you?
"No, I thought this had happened before. Look, when we get off the dragon boat."
You remembered the act of stepping on the foot of the offered toil, the girl instantly dyes her face bright red.
"Oh, that, uh, oh, I'm sorry!
"Don't worry about it. Forget it, forget it."
With that said, Tor used < restore > again.
Once in a while, the feeling of pulling can disappear from the girl's arm.
Lambmerla, who shifted his gloves, made sure that the burn marks on his arm were no longer clean.
"Let's go. There's still something left to put back."
"……… Yes, Dear Thor"
Two days later, the Tors, who had finished returning to the city, returned to the border district of Dadan.