The inside of the car calms down with the improvisation afterplay. It was such a song that if I only heard the song, my emotions would be too ahead of me, and the more I heard, the more my face would be lit. But after the song was finished, there was no one to utter a voice, except that the gaze was poured on one blind woman.
"... I want..."
I can squeeze out a small voice. It's really small and sounds unheard as a word. But it is indeed a word spoken from the mouth, lips like the thin split of Liana's peach in two, trembling to say something.
"Liana. I love it. So let's stay together."
Again the lyrics repeated over and over in the improvisation song, Emilio told her to engrave them word for word this time.
"Together, I want... I want to be with you!
Liana shouts out all her previous anxieties, depression, and helplessness.
Immediately after, Emilio hugged Liana. To be sucked in, to be drawn in, the boundary between the two is broken and the lips cross into one and touch each other.
Naturally, but as if they were showing each other, the voice of blessings and applause cover the interior of the car.
Liana realizes what situation she is in now to the surrounding praise, turning her face bright red and leaning down. Holding Liana's hand strong like that, but gently, Emilio said, "Thanks!" He answered aloud.
'Our train will arrive at Rockfield Station in about thirty minutes. Please make sure you don't forget anything. "
In a car full of unity, a faint broadcast echoes. Using such a broadcast as a signal, everyone calls out and scatters to the two bound together. The content varied from blessing to motivation, but consistently everyone seemed to enjoy it.
"Well, thank you for your hard work"
"Dear Player, I still have the Player's song!
Retisha protests by jittering her legs as she tries to repatriate the singing princess who finished her role.
"Uh, there's a lot of people here, so I'll see you next time"
"Ugh, definitely next time."
Plumping his cheeks, Letisha is sent back to the land, surrounded by light, with the grievous voice of the chief men rising from the surroundings. Then, until then, it was all about Liana. Did Emilio regain his spare time, and he quickly ate to Mira.
"By the way, Mira, you were a singing princess earlier, weren't you? So Mira's a summoner?
Speaking of spirits of sound, there is no less than God among the bards. Mysteriously, I think Mira is a good opportunity to recall that from the look of Emmy Rio, who has heard about it with such faces as fear.
When you lean your back against the window and hang your arm on the frame, put your jaw on to accompany the tip of your raised hand. Place your other hand on your knees with your legs shoulder-width apart. And if you narrow your eyelids to worries, you will complete your best performances.
"Bye. That's an unmistakable summons. Awesome!?
"If you are also a singing princess, a superior spirit. Summoning someone like that... Mira, that's amazing!
Emilio praises Mira as she rebukes the remnants of the superb investigation that remains in her ears. Mira, who was getting more and more flustered, was feeling a definite response. Now he says the summons is one step closer to reconstruction.
"You just heard another overlapping sound on Emmy Rio's lute, didn't you? It was so beautiful. But I prefer Emmy Rio's lute"
"Liana...... thanks. I love you, too."
That's how they hold each other's hands. When Emilio stares, Liana also stares back with eyes she shouldn't have seen. There was something absolute around those two, as if they were stretched out in the junction as well.
There's no way he can step into such a happy realm of love, and Mira, shredded, leaves the pose unattended and sweepberry ole.
(Totally when I was a young man. Chew or are you willing to keep chewing again!? It's really funny!)
We are willing to celebrate, but Mira watched the two of us immerse ourselves in our world in half.
Emmy Rio and Liana managed to get back from the world just the two of us. From then on, I get excited about stories about where the food was just delicious and where the inn is a hole.
And that's the time.
"Excuse me. We will now confirm your ticket."
With his voice, the escort appeared in the six passenger cars and began to check each and every ticket. The ticket is stamped with a station stamp when riding, collect it if you want to get off next, and the rider of the other station continuously has it stamped on a new ticket or it is a mechanism to pay for the connection.
The escort seemed familiar with the task, and one escort followed the other to Mira's seat.
"May I confirm your ticket?"
With that said, the escort man has a grinning grin. "I'll be down next," he tells Emilio first when he also gives her a ticket for Liana's share. The escort answered, "Thank you for your use," and received the ticket, turning his gaze to Mira.
"I'm taking over."
Mira imitates the way the other passengers were watching and also passes the new ticket along with the ticket stamped with the station stamp to the escort.
"Thank you. Continue to enjoy your journey."
The escort, who answered that, pressed the station stamp on the new ticket and returned to Mira, headed for the next passenger.
"How far is Mira?
"Silverside, what a station."
That's what Emilio asks with such casual feelings as the continuation of the chat. Mira, who was comparing the differences in the shape of the mark pressed on the ticket, replied as she returned the ticket to West Porch, listening only to that voice.
"The Lord will come down next. So you're saying goodbye already?"
"Yeah, right. I kind of miss you more than usual."
Emmy Rio, who has listened to dozens or hundreds of people so far. There was a sense that I was used to the normal things of breaking up because I had been emotional and emotional more than once. But is it because this time it has become a special starting point, the presence of Mira, who cut me off, is more deeply impressed and bewildered by emotions similar to the feeling of loss than ever before?
"I'll see you again if I have any luck."
Answer Emilio, who is really sparing me a goodbye, as Mira would have expected somewhere too. Then, as Liana explores, she turns her face firmly to Mira and nods small in such a way that she swallows the word.
"I don't know, I feel like I'll see you again with Mira."
Broken cheeks gently, Liana said in a mouthful that she believed in reunion and didn't doubt it. And Emilio nods forcefully and agrees.
"I think so, too. I'm sure I'll see you again, someday."
Staring at Mira as she carved her figure into her heart as she thought of the time of reunion, Nature and its fingers begin to play Lute. A little lonely, but hopeful melody spreads.
Then for a while, the train slowly slowed down and arrived at Station Street Rockfield at the territorial end of the Holy Country of Alice Farius.
"Thank you so much, Mira, then. It was only with the support of the singing princess that I had the courage."
"Above all, if it helped. But it's only because of your Lord's past. Don't take care of that thought."
"Of course, sir."
"Yeah, thanks. Mr. Mira."
We're getting off at Rockfield. The two of us made it through to each other today. In front of the passenger car's stairs, Emilio brings joy to his face by the time he is sober. Unlike her first look, Liana slowly bows her head with a smile reminiscent of the sun that finally glimpses into the season she toured, like a sunny June.
The atmosphere changed a lot in about five hours.
The two of them, who leave with their hands firmly held together like the gear of a meshing clock, will now begin to mark another new time. Mira went back to her seat, thinking about taking care of the inn.
Sitting in a seat that only got a little quiet because of the mood, Mira looks out blurry. There's really an act like that in the drama, and when I think of Emilio's confession, the moment the thoughts are bound is repeatedly played back in Mira's brain.
Things like reality are all living and spinning stories, and Mira, who has clearly carved them into her chest before and this time, sees and touches and realizes her thinned hands. He said he was indeed alive.
As the departure time approaches, it will also fit inside the vehicle and will also sit with a new person. One was skilled and the other was a new American adventurer. New America is excited and embarrassed by the high point of view seen through the window. "I'm sorry for the noise," replied Mira to the skilled adventurer, "don't worry about it," and exchanged words without other love.
When the train runs out, a world that can be seen far away slowly flows out. The blue of the meadow, which extends from under his eyes, painted an endless, clear rainbow as it spread to the other side as if it were about to melt in the sky's pale.
Then two nights later, Mira arrives at Silverside, the nearest station town in Lunatic Lake.
Mira stayed overnight at Starmoon Villa, which is somewhat more expensive than any other inn, but has become her favorite. The broadcast that one day I heard about the operation of the railway in the morning was so annoying for Mira that she felt a little annoyed when she came back, that she made sure she was sweet on the blanket without waking up immediately and stayed in her dreams.
Sleep twice or three times, or when he finally crawls out of the futon after repetition, Mira plays the bell calling for breakfast with her fingernails before starting the late morning support.
The breakfast that day was also full of familiar items, and when I tasted it to bite, I sipped the green tea after the meal and settled down before leaving the room.
"Thank you for your use"
"Um, I took care of you"
Mira leaves Starling Moon Villa behind as she rocks the twin tails that she has adorably tidied. The lady at the reception was the same as the last time we visited, and she was happy to tie it.
Mira, intoxicated by her perfection, was gazing around looking for less popular places to summon Pegasus. That's the time.
"Excuse me. I saw you with Mr. Dumbleff's apprentice, Mr. Mira, but would you like a moment of your time?"
As if waiting to come out, admitting Mira's appearance in front of Starling Moon Villa, a man gently rushes over and calls out.
"Well, who is your lord?
Does the man look like a middle-aged step ahead of him, with a small wrinkle on his eye and a fold of his hips with words, he can see the top of his head like a field reminiscent of a mishap. Unforgiving old age, but dressed in the same black butler clothes as her hair color, it was dressed properly.
"I just want to answer right away, there are too many people here, can I move the place?"
When he turned his gaze to care about his surroundings, the man suggested so. Mira nods, "Uhm," wondering if it would be an important story if she knew she had business with the wise man's apprentice.
And the two turned to each other again as they moved from the main road where people would go and go to a place off.
"I apologize for the effort. Then let me answer you. I am Mira and I, the disciples of another Nine Wise Men, who are at the service of one another. Today, I received a letter from Mira. The general contents are that we definitely want to see you again. The details are in the letter, so please let us know what our Lord wants."
The man who says that he is the one who serves the disciple of the wise bows his head deeply when he continues to say so.
"Sage apprentice? You mean besides me? And whose apprentice is he?
Mira glances at the top of the man's head and asks so. According to the stories I have heard so far, there is no disciple of the wise. There's no way Solomon wouldn't say anything if it existed. Mira looked at the man with a sharp gaze.
"I'm sorry. My Lord is cautious and hates to use his power, so lay down your master's name and your own. I know it's very rude, but you can read more about it here."
When the man prefaced so, he offered Mira a seal wrapped in care from his nostalgia.
"Hmm. I mean, you're hiding."
Whoever the apprentice is, you'll see. And Mira, who was interested in being, other than herself, precisely the disciple of the only wise man, thought so before receiving the seal.
"Now, if you'll excuse me"
When the man took a profound gesture of gratitude, he disappeared straight into the crowd. There was no way to follow the man, and Mira read the letter on the spot when she opened the seal in her hand unconstitutionally.
'Please forgive me for suddenly sending you an impudent letter.
When I heard you had the same sage apprentice as me, I couldn't stay or stand to contact you.
I can't go out in public for a reason.
I know it's a lot of disrespect, but I'd like to see you in the places listed below.
Location Silverside Southwest abandoned garden.
I'll be waiting forever '
That's what the letter said. Mira slams the letter back into the seal into her waist pouch and opens the map.
(Hmm, abandoned garden? It was definitely around here somewhere.)
At the time of the game, there was no station town called Silverside, so Mira, who is subtly difficult to grasp geographic information, stares at the map and gives a big idea.
(Well, I wonder what he looks like. Pretty girl is good.)
If you are also a real sage apprentice, it is likely that you know where the missing Nine Sages are. Mira flew from the alley toward the abandoned gardens across Pegasus, counting that not going out in public was only a stone's throw if it was real.
Forsaken gardens. It is about the separate ruins of a lord who has flourished in the past, but has fallen and abandoned, even more than Mira knew.
Going empty while checking the map, strong enough. There was a decaying mansion in the midst of the woods, cluttered and wooded like a beard, which seemed to sneer around.
The abandoned garden stretches out behind its mansion. Mira slowly gives instructions to lower her altitude and descends into the square behind the mansion.
Mira finally turned her gaze to the garden as she stroked Pegasus in her face to sweeten her.
At the time it was thriving, that was the garden that boasted of its fingerfolds even on a well-maintained continent. But now there is no shadow to see, and a weed of unknown name grows in our faces, stretching its legs manlessly to the paved passage. Seems like he deserves the name of abandoned.
"So, where are we?
Mira takes out the seal again to check its sentence, but all it says is the letter abandoned garden, and it doesn't say somewhere there. The garden is huge enough to take twenty minutes on foot from end to end.
I'll look around again, but I can't see far disturbed by the weeds that shield my feet and the trees that block my sight. However, the stone scenic spot, raised like a hill in the middle of the garden, was visible even from its present position, with an obvious presence from the gap in the perimeter.
"All right, it's Pegasus. We're going to that mountain."
That being said, when Mira crosses Pegasus's back again, Pegasus hisses happily and crosses the heads of the trees with one foot.
The scenic spot has not been eroded by greenery or whether it is made differently than other places paved, and decaying stone is scattered over it. I would have once enjoyed an elegant moment overlooking a beautiful garden in this place, but now I have nothing but that impression, like being left alone in a corner of a strange world.
(Well, if we stay here, we'll find him. I called it in, so I need you to do that.)
From what I've seen, there's no one there. A circular sightseeing spot. Mira, who laboriously repatriated Pegasus, lowers her back to the nearby stone pillar shard that was there. It would have painted a large arch at the time, which was also uncomfortable to sit on and was now only an inadequate object instead of a chair. That makes it a pile of rubble.
With Sweetberry ole in his hand, Mira watched the ripples produced by the occasional birds and the whispering blue breath to boil, thinking it had been a long time since he had blurred without doing anything under the blue sky.
When drowsiness plunged just a little into such a long idle sign, the sight suddenly enveloped the world as if it had sunk into Aurora.
"What is this... The world?"
Mira can stand up to sudden events and circle her gaze as she explores her surroundings. If you look closely, it was like a membrane, enclosing the entire viewing area.
The noise approached Mira, surprised by it, with a heavy echo that punched the gutter and the metal.
Mira looks back and wonders what the sound is from behind her back. And that which came into his eyes was a whole body armor with swords and shields. If you look it up with biosensing, there's definitely a reaction in it. Someone came in and found out they weren't like the Martial Spirit.
The armor that covers its entire body, classified as plate armor, glows silver to highlight its dull but existential appearance, and the full face that covers its head hides even its eyes. A sophisticated silhouette to fight was incompatible with the occasion, with an unnaturally distorted garden as the backdrop, which creeped like a ghost crawling out of the bottom of the earth.
Facing such a full-body armor, Mira puts out a seal and shows it.
"Isn't it the Lord who sent this?
Your whole body armor stops to react to that inquiry.
"Yes."
A man's voice sounded like a full face. With a faint reply somewhere without discouragement, the impression seen in the text does not feel fine dust either. Mira is good at that attitude.
"I wrote this as a disciple of the wise, but it's hard to say that standing in the presence of the Lord is a magician."
That's what Mira says. She stares at the all-body armored man. There would be an even easier costume for an excuse not to want to show up. What it looks like now is clearly what it envisages in action. I don't know if he's a magician anymore.
"Oh, well, that's an excuse to bring you out."
It is conveyed from the voice that a man who turns a definite hostility toward the cutting edge of a sword in his hand in such a way that he is no longer willing to hide it, even if he cannot see his face, is delightfully distorting his expression.
"What a handful of things to do."
"If I can give you back the humiliation I've suffered, I'll do whatever it takes!
Mira says with a mixture of sighs, as she was frightened as she explored her surroundings.
Even with his sword pointed at him, he didn't seem to have moved at all, and the man showed himself amazingly in a voice that made him pregnant with anger at the words that were like embarrassing a child's prank.
(Hum, humiliating. Is something wrong...)
I still didn't remember Mira, who came to this world and was shallow in the day, being summoned in a handful of ways, like this one, to turn her personal resentment against me. Mira, who has no idea, examines the armored man for a try (...). The only thing that turns out is that the status is like a magician, and Mira doesn't remember the name.
"Who is your Lord? What did I do? There's no such thing as being targeted like this."
There is also the possibility of total resentment and misunderstanding. With that in mind, Mira glances depressingly at the cutting edge of the armored man and then shifts her gaze straight to the
"Oh, right. Can't you see my face as it is? Then I'll show you. Remember what you did to me. And regret it!
Do you hate Mira too much? When the armored man shouted with a trembling voice in anger, he opened his face guard with the hand of the one with the shield.
Behind her, the blue eyes on her face, which appear to have swept, are hateful and blindly directed at Mira, her mouth laughing on the third moon as if she had been invaded by drugs.
Mira stares at the face that even seeps through its madness and traces her memories.
"Are you still not different? I don't recognize you."
Mira thought with a wrinkle between her eyebrows with her fingers on the tip of her jaw, but I don't remember it at all on its face and let her conclude that it would be a mistake. But to Mira's words, the armored man shook his whole body and shouted outrageously as he slammed his sword to the ground.
"Don't be ridiculous! The humiliation I suffered from you at the school jury, I hope you forgot that!
"No, the jury... then?
To that word the armored man said, Mira explores memories like it.
The jury, remembering that it was certainly like a presentation of the art of the students that was taking place at Alkite School, Mira wonders if that was the hang-up and the events of that time begin to come to mind in a hard way.
"Oh, I remember. I remember. Right, my lord, the magician kid from that time."
The man was Cairos, the magician's representative. I've certainly met him before. But I didn't remember it on my face. Mira doesn't care about the other person's face in the first place. Kairos was one of those people who didn't care and had been completely forgotten with his name. The only thing I remember is that there was an idiot nobleman poking at me.
More than two weeks ago. Each time, Kairos, who was first in the jury, was crushed by Mira, who always appeared as the lowest subpoena deputy, in all his achievements and pride.
And now he shows up with all the measures we've got around him.
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