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ๆ‰‹ใฎ่„…ๅจ ใ•ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไปฒ้–“ใซใชใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคšๅˆ†ไธ‰ๆ—ฅใใ‚‰ใ„? ๅƒ•้”ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎ็ ”็ฃจใ‚’ไธญๅฟƒใซไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…็™ป้Œฒใ‚’ใ—ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ™ใใซFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ€้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ไธญๅฟƒใซ้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใชๆ‰€ใ€ไปŠใฎๅƒ•้”ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไธปๅŠ›ใซใŠใŠใ‚ˆใEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃใชใ‚‰ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใพใๆˆฆใ†ใฎใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆฃฎใฎไธญใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸๅคงใใช็‹ผใ‚‚ไธ€ๆ’ƒใ ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆˆฆ้—˜่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฏใšใฐๆŠœใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใ ใ‘ใชใ‚‰ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ไธฆใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๅƒ•้”ใฎไปŠใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv10(โ†‘4UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:40 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:180 ่€ๆ€ง:350 ๆ•ๆท:210 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:100 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv2ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv21(โ†‘5UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:320 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:820 ่€ๆ€ง:150 ๆ•ๆท:740 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:6000 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็‰‡ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•Lv4ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๅ›žๅพฉLv4ใ€ใ€Žๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•Lv3ใ€ใ€Ž็ซ้ญ”ๆณ•Lv5ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv2ใ€ PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ(ไบบ้–“)ใ€ใƒซใƒซ(็ฃไบบ)ใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚ง(ไบบ้–“) ๅๅ‰:ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv25(โ†‘2UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:450 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:600 ่€ๆ€ง:90 ๆ•ๆท:580 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:130 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Žๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”็œผไฟๆœ‰่€…ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv2ใ€ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผLv0ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv2ใ€ใ€ŽไฟŠ่ถณใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ(ไบบ้–“)ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ)ใ€ใƒซใƒซ(็ฃไบบ) ใจใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไผธใณๆง˜ใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็•ฐๅธธใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่€ๆ€งใ‚‚็ตๆง‹ไผธใณใฆๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใ ๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใŒๆ€–ใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใงใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่บซใฎๅ›žใ‚ŠใฎใŠไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅฐๅ‰ฃใฎ็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใฏๆธกใ—ใŸๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไปฒ้–“ใซใชใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซ็ด ๆŒฏใ‚ŠใฎๆŒ‡ๅฐŽใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใใฎๅคชๅˆ€็ญ‹ใŒ้‹ญใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ‚‚ไผธใฐใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใ‚“ใชใงใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏไปŠใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธใ‚„ใฃใฆใใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ้™ใ‚Šใ€ๅฅด้šทใฎๆ‰ฑใ„ใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้…ทใ„ใจใฎใ“ใจใงใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซใ€ใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„็ณปใฎไพ้ ผใฏ็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ไบบใ˜ใ‚ƒ้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใฏใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„็ณปใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ใใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใ‹ใ€ๅ›ฝใฎไบบ้”ใŒๅƒ•้”ใซ่ฆชใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไบบใ€…ใจไพ้ ผใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆ่งฆใ‚Œๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่‡ช็„ถใจไปฒ่‰ฏใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅ‰ใซๅ—ใ‘ใŸใƒšใƒƒใƒˆๆœ็ดขไพ้ ผใฎใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฏใ€ไผšใ†ใŸใณใซไธ–้–“่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅพก็”จไปถใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œไพ‹ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆไพ้ ผใ ใ‚ˆใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไธ€็ท’ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ๅƒ•ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฎŸใฏFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒไธ€็ท’ใชใ‚‰้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไบบๆ•ฐใ‚’่ถŠใˆใ‚‹Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏใ€Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒไบŒไบบใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒไบŒไบบใ ใ€ไธๅบฆ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹......ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€ๅ…ˆๆ—ฅใƒดใ‚กใ‚คใ‚น้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใจไบ‹ใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใŸใจ่žใใพใ—ใŸใŒ......ใชใซใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅจ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใซไธ‹ใ•ใ„็š„ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ ใ€Œใตใ–ใ‘ๅŠๅˆ†ใง่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใงใ™ใญ......ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ไธ‰ๆ—ฅ็ตŒใฃใŸไปŠใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใจๅƒ•ใฎไธ€ไปถใฏๅ›ฝไธญใซๅบƒใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ‚ธใƒˆ็œผใง่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚็พŽไบบใฏใ‚ธใƒˆ็œผใงใ‚‚ไผผๅˆใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅพ—ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใ‚„ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅœฐ็„ใฎๅบ•ใฟใŸใ„ใช็œผใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใชใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅจ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ใฃ!?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ฉšๆ„•ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใง็ด ใฎๅๅฟœใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็ตๆง‹ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†็ด ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธญใ€…้ข็™ฝใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ€ไปฒ้–“ใจใ—ใฆใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ......ใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ ใปใฃใจใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใงๅฐ‘ใ—ไธŠใŒใฃใŸ่…ฐใ‚’ๆˆปใ—ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ‚ขใƒฌใ‹ใช? ๅƒ•ใซๆ‹ไบบ็š„ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใจ็„ฆใฃใŸๅๅฟœ? ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅƒ•ใซๆฐ—ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹? ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚“ใช็พŽไบบใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใฃใฆๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅ‹ใก็ต„ใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใพใใใ‚“ใช่จณใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๅฝผๅฅณใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช่ฆ็ด ใฏไธ€ใคใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ—ใญใ€‚่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ๅˆๅฏพ้ขใงๅทจไนณ็™บ่จ€ใ—ใŸ็”ทใ ใžๅƒ•ใฏใ€‚ๆŒ™ๅฅใฎๆžœใฆใซๆ‰ใพใ›ใฆใจใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใœ? ๅคข่ฆ‹ใ™ใŽใ ใญใ€‚ๆถ™ใŒๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใƒผใ‚“! ใ“ใฎไพ้ ผๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ„!ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ‚Œใฉใ‚Œ? ใ‚ใฃใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑ่ชญใ‚ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ‚Œใ ? ใˆใƒผใฃใจ......ใˆใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ“ใ‚Œใฏ......ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•? ไฝ•ใชใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชไพ้ ผใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ๆฃฎใฎไธญใซ็”Ÿๆฏใ™ใ‚‹ใ€Ž ๆšดๅ–ฐ่œ˜่›› ็ขบใ‹ใซไปŠใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใชใ‚‰ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใซใจใฃใฆๅ› ็ธใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆญฃ็›ดใ‚ใฎๆฃฎใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๆฃฎใซใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠ่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใจๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใฎใฏใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซ่ฟ‘ใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ไปฅไธŠ็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใชใใชใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใพใ ใ‚ใฎ่พบใ‚’ใ†ใ‚ใ†ใ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ชฟในใŸ้™ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏๆ•ตๅฏพใ—ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’้ชจใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใ•ใšๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๅฐฝใใ™ใจใ„ใ†่ฉฑใ ใ—ใ€ๅทฆ็œผใ ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅƒ•ใฏ่‹ฅๅนฒไพ‹ๅค–ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฏใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅผทใ„ไบ‹ใซใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚Šใชใ„......ใถใฃใกใ‚ƒใ‘ไผšใ„ใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใ ใ‚ˆใ‚ขใƒฌใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œๅ—ใ‘ใพใƒผใ™!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ๅ—ๆณจใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใ€ ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹? ไปŠๅบฆใฏๅทฆ็œผใ˜ใ‚ƒๆธˆใพใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ใใฎ่พบใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใŠใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏ็งใŒ่ญทใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚“ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใง่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใŒ่‡†็—…่€…ใฟใŸใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ๅ…จใใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใช......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€่กŒใ‘ใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใซ้ญใ‚ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’้ก˜ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใฏใ“ใฎๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฟใŸใ„ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ใงใ‚‚่œ˜่››ไปฅๅค–ใฏๆˆฆใ‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€่กŒใฃใฆใใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใญใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ๅฐ‘ใ—ไธๅฎ‰ใใ†ใ ใ€ใใ‚Šใ‚ƒใใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆ€ช็‰ฉใซๅ†ไผšใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅผทใ„ใ€ไปŠใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ€ใใฎใพใพๆฃฎใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸๅƒ•้”ใ€‚ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏๅคœ่กŒๆ€งใ€ใพใ ็ฉบใŒๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„ๅ†…ใซไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใŸใ„ใ€‚้”ๆˆๆœŸๆ—ฅใฏไบŒ้€ฑ้–“ใ€ใพใ ใพใ ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉๆญฃ็›ดไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆฃฎใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้ ๆ…ฎใ—ใŸใ„ใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅไธญใซใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใใใคใญใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใŠๅ‰ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚ใ’ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚ๆŒใŸใšใซใ“ใฎๆฃฎใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใฎใ‹......ใพใใ“ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใฎใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผใฏใŠๅ‰ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅผทใ่จ€ใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใŒ......ๆญฆๅ™จใฏๆŒใฃใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‚ˆใญใƒผ......ใˆใƒผใจใ€ 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ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจ่œ‚้”ใฏ่„ฑๅ…Žใฎใ”ใจใๅƒ•้”ใฎๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰็Œ›ใ‚นใƒ”ใƒผใƒ‰ใงๆถˆใˆใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ๅจๅš‡ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไพฟๅˆฉใ ใญใ€‚ๅผฑใ„ๅฅดใฏใ“ใ‚Œใง้€ƒใ’ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏ้€ฒใ‚“ใงๆˆฆใ„ใŸใ„่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้€ƒใ’ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ˆถๆง˜ใฎๆ™‚ใ‚‚ๆ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใŠๅ‰ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅจๅœงใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใซๅนฒๆธ‰ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใชใ‚‰ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใพใใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ‚‚ไพฟๅˆฉใ ใชใ€‚ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๆ›ดใซๅฅฅใธใจ้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ๆ‰‹!ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใฎ?ใ€ ๅฐ‘ใ—้€ฒใ‚“ใ ๆ‰€ใงใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๆŒ‡ใฎๅ…ˆใฏๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใใ“ใซใฏ่ฆ‹่ฆšใˆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏๅณๆ‰‹ใ ใŒใ€ๆ‰‹้ฆ–ใฎใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใพใงใงใ€ใใ“ใซใฏไบบ้–“ใฎๅฃใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไปฅๅ‰ๆฃฎใ‚’ๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใŸใƒขใƒณใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ๅๅ‰ใฏใ€ใ€Žๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใ€ใ€ๅ‰ไผšใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฏๆˆฆใ‚ใšใซใ‚นใƒซใƒผใ—ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚นใƒฉใ‚คใƒ ็š„ใชใƒขใƒณใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ ใ€Œใใ€ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹......!? ใชใœใ“ใ‚“ใช้ญ”็ฃใŒ......!?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅๅฟœใฏใใ†ใงใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงใ“ใฎไธ–ใฎๆœ€ๅพŒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Š็ญ‹ๅŠ›ไปฅๅค–ใฏใ‚ชใƒผใƒซ1ใจใ„ใ†ๆœ€ๅผฑใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ ใ—ใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใฃใฆ็‰น็ญ†ใ—ใฆ็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆใ‚Œใ‚‹ใซใฏๅ€คใ—ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ€ใใคใญ......ใใ„ใคใซใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ€ใ‘ใ—ใฆๆ•ตๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆ?ใ€ ใฎ่ถ…ๅฑ้™บ้ญ”็ฃใ !ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ!?ใ€ ใใ†่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใฎๆ‰‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ๆญฉไธ‹ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ•ใ‹ใใ‚“ใชใซๅฑ้™บใช้ญ”็ฃใ ใชใ‚“ใฆๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€ใ ใฃใฆใ“ใ„ใคใฏใใ‚“ใช็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ใ‚‚ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ? ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจ? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œๅฅดใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใ€Žๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใ€ใ€้ญ”็ฃใซใ—ใฆ้ญ”็Ž‹ใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใฎๅฑ้™บๅบฆใ‚’ๆŒใคๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ ใ€‚ๅ˜ไฝ“ใงใฏใใ‚“ใชใซๅฑ้™บใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใฎใฏใใฎๆ•ฐใ ใ€ ใ€Œๆ•ฐ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅฅดใ‚‰ใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œๅ…จๅŸŸใซๆธกใฃใฆ็”Ÿๆฏใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใงใ€็ขบ่ชใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใŠใŠใ‚ˆใ60ๅ„„ใ‚‚ใฎๅ€‹ไฝ“ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ 60ๅ„„!? ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใฎไบบ้กžใจๅŒใ˜ๆ•ฐใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ใพใ•ใ‹ใใ‚“ใชใซๅคง้‡ใซๆ‰‹ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆ......! ใ€Œๅฅดใ‚‰ใฏๅ…จใฆใฎๅ€‹ไฝ“ใŒไฝ•ใ‹ๆ€ๅฟตใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใง็น‹ใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใใฆใ€1ไฝ“ใ‚’ๆฎบใ›ใฐๅ…จใฆใฎๅ€‹ไฝ“ใŒๆฎบใ—ใซใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใ€1ไฝ“่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใฏ60ๅ„„ใฎ่„…ๅจใจ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่ฆ‹ใฆ่‰ฏใ„......!ใ€ ใŠใ„ใŠใ„ๅ˜˜ใ ใ‚......ไปŠ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๆ‰‹ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใŒใ€60ๅ„„ใ‚‚ใฎๆ•ฐใซใชใฃใฆ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใžใฃใจใ—ใชใ„ใชใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎๆ•ฐใŒใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่„…ๅจใซใชใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ—ใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใฏไบบใฏ่ฅฒใ‚ใชใ„ใ€้ญ้‡ใ—ใŸใ‚‰็ตถๅฏพใซๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ—ใชใ„ใง็ด ้€šใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ......ใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๆใ‚Œใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใ ใ€ใใฎๆ€ง่ณชๆ•…ใซๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅผฑใใ€ๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅผทใ„้ญ”็ฃใ ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ‚ใฃใถใญใƒผใ€ๆœ€ๅˆไผšใฃใŸๆ™‚็ด ้€šใ‚Šใ—ใฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ—ใฆใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•้”ใ‚ใใ“ใงๆญปใ‚“ใงใŸใญใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ฑใƒผใƒซๅคงใใ™ใŽใ ใ‚ๆ‰‹ใชใฎใซใ€ๆ‰‹ใชใฎใซ! ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๆ•ฐใŒใ„ใ‚ŒใฐๆŽขใ›ใฐใ™ใ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎ1ไฝ“ไปฅๅค–ใซใฏ่ฆ‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใซใ„ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใฃใฆๆŽขใ›ใฐใ‚‚ใฃใจใ„ใใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅฅดใ‚‰ใฏๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๅœฐไธญใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ๅœฐไธŠใซๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ60ๅ„„ใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆ•ฐไธ‡ไฝ“ใปใฉใ ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ๅœฐไธญใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใฏใ€1ไฝ“ๆฎบใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๅœฐ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใŒๅคง้‡ใซ็พใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ„ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ‹......ๆ€–ใ„ใชใ€ใใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใฏไธ€ๅ›žใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใŸๅฅดใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏใฉใ†ใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใฎ่ฉฑใฃใฆใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚......้ŽๅŽปไธ€็•ชๅคงใใช่ฉฑใ ใจใ€ใ‚ทใƒฅใƒดใ‚กใƒชใ‚จๅธๅ›ฝใฎ่ฉฑใ ใช......ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใ‚’้ง†้€ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€60ๅ„„ใ‚‚ใฎๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใซๅฃŠๆป…ใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅ›ฝใ ......ใ€ ใ†ใ‚ใ......ใ”ๆ„ๅ‚ทใ•ใพใ ใญใ€ใใฎๅ›ฝใ€‚ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅ้™ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใซใฏ้€†ใ‚‰ใ‚ใชใ„ๆ•ตๅฏพใ—ใชใ„ๅนฒๆธ‰ใ—ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใ‹ใ€ใใฎๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹้”ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œๅˆถๆœๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใพใใใฎ่พบๆธฉๅŽšใช้ญ”็ฃใฃใฆใ ใ‘ใงๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œ......่กŒใฃใŸใญใ€ๆ‰‹ใ€ ใ€Œ่กŒใฃใŸใญ! ๆ‰‹!ใ€ ๅ‰ใจๅŒใ˜ๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’่จ€่‘‰ใซใ—ใฆใ€้ŽใŽๅŽปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸ่„…ๅจใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใปใฃใจๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใฆ้’่คชใ‚ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไบŒๅบฆใจไผšใ‚ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’้ก˜ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ฉฑใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰ใ‚ใฎๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใซใฏๆ•ตใ†ๅฅดใŒใ„ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚้ญ”็Ž‹ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆœ€ๅผทใ ใญใ€ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚......ๅ™‚ใ ใจไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใซๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใซๆ•ตๅฏพใ—ใฆ็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸไบŒไบบ็ต„ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ ใŒ......ใพใใŸใ ใฎๅ™‚ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใชใซใใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉไบŒไบบ็ต„ใ€ ็ซใฎ็„กใ„ๆ‰€ใซ็…™ใฏ็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใใ‚“ใชไบŒไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใญใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ไผšใฃใฆใฟใŸใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใชใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ๅƒ•้”ใฏใใ‚“ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่œ˜่››ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใซๅ†ๅบฆๅ‹•ใใ ใ—ใŸใ€‚
Threat of hand Well then, perhaps three days has passed since Rishe-chan became our comrade? We took the most suited request to polish our respective field of expertise. Rishe-chan who just recently registered as an adventurer was also immediately able to advances to F rank, so we were intending to take a subjugation request of some small fry magical beast. To be honest, with Finia-chan as the main force of our party, I think we should be able to take down an E rank magical beast. Well, the one who'll fight it is Finia-chan, though, considering the fact that she could instant kill the wolf shaped magical beast we encountered inside the forest, isn't Finia-chan battle ability is quite outstanding? Magical power-wise, hers is equaling Rishe-chan's father, after all. And so, our current statuses are something like these. Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv. 10 (| UP 4) Strength : 40 Stamina : 180 Resistance : 350 Agility : 210 Magic Power : 100 Title :{Other worlder} Skill : {Pain Nullification Lv.2} {Eerie Constitution} {Other World Language} {Status Appraisal} {Persistence} {Overpower} {Other worlder} {Near Death Experience} Name : Finia Gender : Female Lv. 21 (| UP 5) Strength : 320 Stamina : 820 Resistance : 150 Agility : 740 Magic Power : 6000 Title :{Fairy of Unrequited Love} Skill : {Light Magic Lv.4} {Magic Recovery LV.4} {Recovery Magic Lv.3} {Fire Magic Lv.5} {Body Reinforcement Lv.2} PT Member : Naginata Kitsune (Human), Lulu (Beastman), Trisha (Human) Name : Trisha Rumiela Gender : Female Lv. 25 (| UP 2) Strength : 450 Stamina : 600 Resistance : 90 Agility : 580 Magic Power : 130 Title :{Adventurer} {Demon Eye Holder} Skill : {Sword Art Lv.2} {Demon Eye of Foresight Lv.1} {Body Reinforcement Lv.2} {Swift} Innate skill : {Demon Eye of Foresight} PT Member : Naginata Kitsune (Human), Finia (Fairy), Lulu (Beastman) Something like those. Finia-chan's statuses growth is indeed abnormal, but my resistance is also considerably increased. By the way, since seems like Lulu-chan is still scared to fight, her level hasn't increased. Whether does she thought she hadn't done anything, recently she started to take care of my belonging. But, ever since Rishe-chan became our comrade, seems like Lulu-chan receives a guidance about how to swing the sword from her, and make her swordsmanship become sharper. Even if her level doesn't increased, seems like there's still some improvement at her. "Good morning, Mia-chan." "Good morning, Kitsune-sama." After this and that, right now we come to the guild. First of all, after we heard that seems like the treatment of slave at Grandile Kingdom is way harsher than here, I thought about letting Lulu-chan to fight magical beast. By the way, I keep doing the chores request. Since if I do it by myself I won't be able to defeat the magical beast, after all, so I asked Rishe-chan and Finia-chan to undertake the subjugation request, when I and Lulu-chan take the chores request. Because of that, people of this country are quite close to us. As expected, if we take a request which require us to make a contact with people, seems like we'll naturally be on good terms with them. I even would always have a little chat with Milia-chan, who put up the pet search request, whenever we met at the town. "Today, what kind of business do you have here?" "Same as usual, but since right now we're together with Finia-chan and Rishe-chan, I'm intending to take a subjugation request." I and Lulu-chan are H rank, but since we're together with F rank adventurers so we're able to take a subjugation request. Well, the majority of F rank adventurer won't bother to take along some H rank adventurer, though. As for us, we have two F rank, and two H rank, and so we're able to take it. "I see... by the way, I hear that you had some skirmish with Vaiz the knight leader some days ago, but... what did you do?" "He just mad because I said something along please give your daughter to me." "That wasn't something funny even as a joke, after all...." After three day passed, seems like the matter about me and the knight leader has spread through the whole country. Even Mia-chan is also staring fixedly at me. To be stared by a beauty, since it's suits her so it's quite a pleasant thing, isn't it? If I was the one who did it then I'm sure they would say don't look at me with that hell-like eyes of yours, or so. "Eh, but I got his daughter, you know?" "No way!?" When I point at Rishe-chan, Mia-chan plainly reacts with a surprised expression. To see her makes such plain expression, it's quite amusing. "Well, as a comrade, though." "Ah... I see." With a relieved expression, Mia-chan returns to her usual posture. It's that, right? She was flustered because I have a girlfriend like existence, wasn't she? Could it be Mia-chan has something at me? If that's really the case, to be liked by such beauty, aren't I seems like a real winner here? Well, there's no way it would be true, isn't it? To be honest, I don't even have a single part of me which would make her fell for me, after all. Just look at the reality, I was the man who addressed her as booby at our first encounter, you know? I even asked her to let me to fondle them, you know? So that is just a dream beyond dream. My eyes are sweating. "Kitsune-san! I want to take this request!" "Which one? Ah, as I thought I can't read it." "Which one? Umm... eh, wait, this is...." "What? What's up Rishe-chan, what kind of request is it?" "Ah, umm... a subjugation of an{Arachne} which lives inside the forest." Arachne... that spider, huh! Indeed, the current Finia-chan should be able to defeat it, isn't she? For us it's something akin to our destined enemy, but to be honest I'm a bit reluctant to enter that forest. Inside that forest... {Red Night} was there. Moreover, if I think about it, our encounter with it was quite close to this country. Since it has been over a week already since that day so it won't be strange for it to has disappeared, but there's a possibility that it's still loitering around there. Upon investigation, I heard that{Red Night} would devour the one it encountered without even left a single bone of it, I was the exception to be left after just taking my left eye, but the fact that I was dying wasn't changed... to be frank I don't want to meet it. It becomes my one and only trauma. "Say, Finia-chan--" "We'll take it!" "Yes, I've confirmed it." "...." When I was thinking about it, Finia-chan arbitrarily took the request. Wait, you should be able to understand it by thinking about it a little, perhaps that monster is still there, you know? Do you know? Perhaps the next time it won't be settled by just my right eye you know? How about we discus about it more. "No problem, Kitsune-san!" "Since I'll protect Kitsune-san, after all." --don't say that with that kind of smile, but, if she says so then don't I look like a coward, here? Good grief, it can't be helped... got it, got it, I just need to go there, right? While wishing to not encounter that monster, for now let's believe her sunflower-like smile. "...I get it, but we won't fight other than the spider, you hear?" "Yup!" "Well then, Mia-chan, we're going." "...please be careful." Since I had told Mia-chan about that monster, she seems a bit worried, that's a matter of course, right? Even I'm also scared to meet that monster again, after all. But... Finia-chan is strong, right now let's just believe in it. * * * Taking the request, we immediately go to the forest. {Red Night} is a nocturnal, so I want to undertake this request when the sky is still bright. The time limit is two weeks, we still have very much time but to be honest I want to restrain myself from entering the forest too often. I hope we could finish it today, though. "Say Kitsune, why do you not bring any weapon?" "I gave it to Lulu-chan, since I can't use it, after all." "To enter this forest without any weapon... well, since you're the leader of this party so I don't have any intention to ordering you or anything, but... I think it would be better if you bring some weapon." "You're right... hmm." What Rishe-chan said is completely right. I might indeed look like a fool to intend fighting a magical beast without any weapon. Even if my resistance status is high, perhaps it won't be able to withstand an attack from an existence with over 300 strength, isn't it? So that means, I can't withstand an attack from any adventurers above F rank. Of course, I also can't fight other than small fry magical beasts, either. By the way, small fry magical beast don't have a rank. A genuine, small fry. If it's according its power, then it's H rank magical beast, same as me. "I'm good with it." Picking a fallen tree stick around there, I lightly swing it. It's light, and since it's a disposable item so I won't be troubled even if I lost it. With my strength I won't be able to use a real weapon, and it also has no sign will increased either, after all. "...well, whatever." She seems like still has something to says, but perhaps she thought that even if she says anything further it would be in vain, so Rishe-chan keeps her mouth shut. "Kitsune-sama... th, that." "Hmm, what's up Lulu-chan-- ah... it's been a long time, isn't it." When I turn my eyes according to Lulu-chan's words, the one there is the existence which once threatened my life... it was also the existence which pulled out my power. --bee. Around ten human's head-sized bees are there. At its bottom, there's a little needle which could be shot like a bullet, and its vibrating wings are emitting a very noisy sounds. But, surprisingly I'm not scared like how I was. Whether it because I had defeated it once, or perhaps because I've grown stronger, I don't know. "What should we do, Kitsune... there's a paralysis poison at that bee's needles." "Yup, well I know it. But no problem, since we'll ignore all magical beasts other than the spider, after all." "How...." I have my share of thanks to those bees, but even so, in the end today's objective is the spider. That's why, I'll have them disappear for now. I activate my {Eerie Constitution} . And then those bees immediately disappeared from our field of view with a great speed. This skill doesn't means for intimidating, but this skill sure is convenient. Since with this all weaklings are running away, after all. Personally I have no intention to fight them, so I won't chase them if they run away. "I've been curious about it ever since the case with my father, but, what did you do?" "I just overpowered them a bit." This skill of mine isn't giving pressure to my opponent, since it's just intervening with my opponent's mind so my surrounding won't know what I have done. Since{Overpower} is a skill which gives pressure to its surrounding, it's easy to understand. In that sense this skill sure is convenient. Saying so, we advance to the deeper part of the forest. "Kitsune-san! Kitsune-san! Hand!" "What do you mean?" When we're walking through the forest, Finia-chan is excitedly pointing out her finger to something. Her finger is pointed to the ground, when I look at it, the one there is a certain magical beast I recognized. Its appearance is just a right hand, but there's a human mouth attached at it till around its wrist. It was the monster we encountered when we came out from the forest. If I remember it correctly, its name is {Eater hand} , we ignored it when we encountered it before, though, since I thought it was just a slime-like monster. When I thought so, "E, eater hand...!? Why such magical beast is...!?" Rishe-chan's reaction said that that isn't the case. Her expression is as if she sees the end of the world, what's up? Or so I thought. Upon checking its status, it has the weakest status with all 1 point other than its strength, it even has no special looking skill either. I thought there's nothing worth to be feared about, though. "Ki, Kitsune... don't ever touch it, perish the thought of fighting it." "Eh? Why?" "It's-- a very dangerous magical beast of S rank (. . . .)!" "!?" When I hear that, I take a step back from that hand. I never thought it would be such a dangerous magical beast, since it has no special looking skill, after all. What it means? "What do you mean? Rishe-chan...." "Its name is {Eater hand} , as a magical beast, it's a dangerous monster with threat equaling demon lord. Individually it isn't that dangerous, but the terrifying part of it is its number." "Number?" "It's a magical beast which live through this whole world, the confirmed one are counted to be around six billions." Six billions!? Isn't that equivalent with all mankind at my former world, I never thought that there's such large quantity of hand existed...! "Since seems like all of their thought are somewhat connected to each other, so if you killed even one of it, all of its specimen will come to kill you. So that means, when you find one of it, just think you're facing a six billions worth of threat of it...!" Oioioi, you're joking, right?... The hand monster before us, to attack us with six billions number is, it's shuddering, isn't it. Indeed, even for the demon lord, to fight against such number sure is a threat, isn't it? "Well, it won't attack the one who don't attack it, so when you encounter it you should just go pass by without attacking it." "Got it...." "It's a magical beast with threat equaling the demonkin, even if individually it's called to be the weakest, but going by its nature, it's called to be the strongest magical beast." How dangerous~, thanks god I ignored it when I encountered it before. If we attacked it then we would be had dead there, weren't we? Even though you're just a hand, your scale is damned too big, aren't you? Even though you're just a hand! Be that as it may, I thought with that number we should be able to easily find it when we search for it, but I don't see other than this one hand. "With that number, I thought that we should be able to see more of this eater hand, but...." "Ah, seems like they're basically live underground, after all, the one on the surface would be just around ten thousands among its six billions." "Ah, I see." To live underground, that means when we kill one of it, it won't be strange that a large amount of eater hand would immediately appeared from the ground, huh... how scary, that spectacle. But to be able to know that, that means there should be someone who had done it before, wasn't it? Just what happened at that time? "Say Rishe-chan." "Did there someone who ever killed an eater hand?" "Ah... in the past it become one of the greatest tale, the tale about the Chevalier Kingdom... when they subjugated some eater hands, that kingdom was annihilated by six billions eater hands...." Uwaah.... My condolences, to that country. I see, so from thereon it was decided that one shouldn't intervene or hold hostility to any eater hand, huh, if they feel like it then don't eater hands should be able to conquer the world? Well, the fact that they're just such passive magical beasts is the sole pleasant fact, though. "...way to go, hand." "Way to go! Hand!" Saying the same impression as before, we exhaled for passing by the threat before us. Since Lulu-chan has a pale expression, I hope we won't encounter any if it ever again. If what Rishe-chan said is true then there's no existence that could defeat that eater hand, isn't it. Since even demon lord can't defeat it, after all. "It sure is the strongest, isn't it, this eater hand...." "Yes... there's a rumor that there was a pair who survived after fighting those eater hands... well, perhaps that's just a rumor, though." "What's up with that monster like pair." There's no smoke without fire, perhaps that pair is really exist. If that's really the case then I really want to meet them. If they're human, that's it. While chatting like that, we start searching for the whereabouts of the spider again.
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Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไธŠไฝใฎ้ญ”็ฃใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใฎใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒไฝ•ๆ•…ไปŠใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใซใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚็„ก้–ขไฟ‚ใงใฏใชใ„็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝไป˜่ฟ‘ใฎใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณ้”ใจ็ฃ็ณปใฎ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใฏ็ธ„ๅผตใ‚Šไบ‰ใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใฎใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณ้”ใจๅ‰›ๆ‹ณ็ŒฟใŒใกใ‚‡ใใกใ‚‡ใ่ก็ชใ—ใ€็‰ฝๅˆถใ—ๅˆใ†ๆง˜ใชใ“ใจใฏไปŠใพใงใ‚‚ๅคšใใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ไบŒใคใฎๅ‹ขๅŠ›ใฎๅ‹•ใใฏๆ‹ฎๆŠ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅ„้™ฃๅ–ถใฎใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใŒใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใจ ไบ’ใ„ใซDใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ่€…ๅŒๅฃซใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎๅ‹ขๅŠ›ใฎๆญฏๆญขใ‚ๅฝนใซใ‚‚ใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไปŠใพใงๅคงใใชๆˆฆไบ‰ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ“ใฎไบŒไฝ“ใฎใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผใŒใ€Ž่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰็ธ„ๅผตใ‚Šใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ใจ็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ้›ฃใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไบŒไฝ“ๅ…ฑใŒๅคšๅฐ‘ไบบ้–“ใจๅŒใ˜็Ÿฅ่ƒฝใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‡่กกใฏไฟใŸใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏใ“ใ“ใžใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ๅผทๆ•ตใฎใ„ใชใใชใฃใŸไปŠใ“ใใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณๅดใฎๅ‹ๆฉŸใ ใจใใฎ่…ฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๅ’†ๅ“ฎใจๅ…ฑใซใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณ้”ใฏๅ‹•ใใ ใ™ใ€‚ๅฃซๆฐ—ใฏๆœ€้ซ˜ๆฝฎใ€ๅ‹ๆฉŸใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€ไปŠใ“ใ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ในใๆ™‚ใ€็ธ„ๅผตใ‚Šใ‚’ใ“ใ“ใงๅ–ใ‚‹ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใ“ใใŒๆ”ฏ้…่€…ใชใฎใ ใจใ€‚ ้€ฒ่ปใ—ใ€้ญ้‡ใ—ใŸ็ฃใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฏๅ…จใฆ่น‚่บ™ใ—ใ‚ใ€‚ๅ‹่€…ใฎ้›„ๅซใณใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚ใ€‚ ไปŠใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎไพตๆ”ปใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใชใ„! ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใŒๆ”ปใ‚่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใใฎๅ…ˆใซใ€ไบบ้–“ใฎไฝใพใ†่ก—ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚็„ก่ซ–ใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏใใ‚Œใ‚‚็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๅผทใ„ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฃซๆฐ—ใ‚‚ๆœ€้ซ˜ๆฝฎใซไธŠๆ˜‡ใ—ใ€็ฃใฎ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ‚’่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใŸไปŠใ€ไบบ้–“้”็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ‚‚ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎ่ถณใฏๆญขใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚คใ‚ฒ......! ้‚ช้ญ”ใ‚บใƒซใƒคใƒ…ใƒ......ๆฎบใ‚ผ!!!ใ€ ๅ‰›ๆ‹ณ็Œฟไบœ็จฎใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆๆ‹™ใใ‚‚่จ€่ชžใ‚’่ฉฑใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๅฃฐใฏใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚ๅคงใใใ€ๆฑšใ„ๅฃฐใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅคงใใช่ฟซๅŠ›ใฎ็ฑ ใฃใŸๅœงๅ€’็š„ๅผท่€…ใฎๅจๅœงๆ„ŸใŒใ€ใƒ“ใƒชใƒ“ใƒชใจ่‚Œใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•้€ƒใ’ใŸใ„ใ€ใพใ ้–“ใซๅˆใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใŒใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚„้จŽๅฃซ้”ใซใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚‹่€…ใฏใ€่ญทใ‚‹ในใๆฐ‘ใฎ็‚บใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†่ช‡ใ‚Š้ซ˜ใๆˆฆๅฃซใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ—ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚‹่€…ใฏใ€ๅทฑใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’ๆŽขๆฑ‚ใ™ใ‚‹ไฝ•่€…ใซใ‚‚็ธ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„่‡ช็”ฑใฎ่‹ฑ้›„ใซ็„ฆใŒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅทฑใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ†งใ‚Œใจใ€ใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚คใƒ‰ใŒใ€้€ƒ่ตฐใ‚’่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚้€ƒใ’ใŸใใจใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใฏใฃ......ใ‚ชใ‚คใ€ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰......ใŠใฃใใ‚ใ—ใ„ๆ•ฐใ ใœใ‚ใ‚Šใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธ€ไบบใŒใ€ใใ†ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏ้œ‡ใˆใ€ใใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใใฎๅ ดใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๅ…จๅ“กใŒใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่ชฐใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๆœจใฎๆฃ’ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใปใฉใซใ€้ ผใ‚Šใชใ„ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็ ”้‘ฝใ—ใฆใใŸ้ŽๅŽปใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๅทจๅคงใชๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎ่ถณไธ‹ใซใ‚‚ๅŠใฐใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆ‚”ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ ใชใ€ใงใ‚‚ใพใ......ไฟบใฏๆˆฆใ†! ไพ‹ใˆๆญคๅ‡ฆใงใ‚ใฎใƒ‡ใ‚ซใƒ–ใƒ„ใซ่ธใฟๆฝฐใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใพใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚!ใ€ ไธ€ไบบใ€่ตคใ„็Ÿญ้ซชใฎ่‹ฅใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใชใฃใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๆ–ฐไบบๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆญฆๅ™จใฏๆ–ฐใ—ใใ€ใพใ ้ญ”็ฃใฎไธ€ๅŒนใ ใฃใฆๆ–ฌใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ๆง˜ใชใธใฃใดใ‚Š่…ฐใ€‚่ถณใŒ้œ‡ใˆใ€้ญ”็ฃ้”ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ้€ฒใ‚€่ถณๅ–ใ‚Šใฏไธๅฎ‰ๅฎšใ ใ€‚ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซใ€ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช็Šถๆ…‹ใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่›ฎๅ‹‡ใ€็„ก่Œถ็„ก่ฌ€ใ€็„ก็†ใ€ๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๅ…จๅ“กใŒใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅพ…ใฆ! ใŠๅ‰ใซไฝ•ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹! ็„ก่Œถใ !ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ! ้€ƒใ’ใŸใฃใฆ่ชฐใ‚‚่ฒฌใ‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใž! ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใŠๅ‰ๆ–ฐไบบใ ใ‚! ็„ก็†ใซๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใฏใญใ‡!ใ€ ๅฝผใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฃฐใฏใ‚ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฝผใ‚’่ฟฝใ„้ง†ใ‘ใ‚‹่€…ใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆๆ€–ใงใ€่ถณใŒๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆ–ฐไบบ? ็„ก่Œถ? ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸ......!ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผใฏๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚Šใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅคฉ้ซ˜ใๆŽฒใ’ใŸใ€‚ๆ–ฐๅ“ใฎๅ‰ฃใฏ้™ฝใฎๅ…‰ใ‚’ๅๅฐ„ใ—ใฆ่ผใใ€่ƒŒๅพŒใฎ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใซ้›†ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸ่ฆ–็ทšใŒใใฎๅ‰ฃใซ้›†ใพใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅฟƒใฎๅบ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œไฟบใฏ......ๅฐใ›ใ‡้ ƒใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆ•‘ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ! ใใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ€ๅผฑใ‡ใ—ใ€Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅคงใ—ใฆๅๅ‰ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„็”ทใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ไฟบใซ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ€้ญ”็ฃใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸ!! ไฟบใฏใใฎ่ƒŒไธญใซๆ†งใ‚ŒใŸ!! ๅๅ‰ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใญใ‡ใ‚ฌใ‚ญใฎ็‚บใซใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’! ไฟบใฏๅฟƒๅบ•ใ‹ใฃใ‘ใ‡ใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใŸ!! ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฟบใฏใ€ใ‚ใฎ่ƒŒไธญใซ่ฟฝใ„ไป˜ใใŸใใฆๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใง็”ŸใใฆใใŸใ‚“ใ !!ใ€ ๅฝผใฏใ‘ใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๆฃ„ใซใชใฃใŸ่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใซ็ตถๆœ›ใ—ใŸ่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€ๆ˜”ใ‹ใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‰ใซใ‚ใฃใŸๅคงใใช่ƒŒไธญใซ่ฟฝใ„ไป˜ใใŸใใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฃๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ€ๅฟƒใฎไธญใซๆฑบใ‚ใŸไธ€ๆœฌใฎ่Šฏใ‚’ๆŠ˜ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ€ใใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‰ใซใฏๅคง้‡ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ€ใใ‚“ใง......ไฟบใฎ่ƒŒไธญใซใฏ่ญทใ‚‰ใญใ‡ใจๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใพใ†ๅ‘ฝใŒใ‚ใ‚‹......ใชใ‚‰ๆˆฆใ†ใ—ใ‹ใญใ‡ใ ใ‚! ไฟบใฏ! ใ‚ใฎ่ƒŒไธญใซๆฅใ˜ใญใ‡ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚Šใฆใ‡โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ไปŠใ“ใ“ใง......ใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใƒƒใƒƒ!!ใ€ ใใ†ๅคงๅฃฐใง่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏ่‚ฉใงๆฏใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ€่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใพใŸ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆญฉใๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ไปŠๅบฆใฏใใฎ่ถณๅ–ใ‚Šใซใตใ‚‰ใคใใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅคงๅฃฐใงๅซใ‚“ใงใ€ๆๆ€–ใ‚‚ใฉใ“ใ‹ใธๆถˆใ—้ฃ›ใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ่›ฎๅ‹‡ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‹ใฆใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๆญปใฌใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€้€ƒใ’ใŸใ‚‰ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’่ฃๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€ไบบใงใ‚‚ๆ•‘ใ†ใ€ไธ€ไบบใงใ‚‚่ญทใ‚‹ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝใŒๅฐฝใใ‚‹ใใฎๆ™‚ใพใงใ€ๆˆฆใ„ๆŠœใใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅพ…ใฆใ‚ˆใ€ๆ–ฐไบบใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ“ใซใ€ใใฎๅซใณใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ„ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธ€ไบบใŒ่ฟฝใ„ไป˜ใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒณใƒ˜ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่‚Œใฎ็„ผใ‘ใŸ็”ทใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฃใใฎๅ•–ๅ‘ต......็—บใ‚ŒใŸใœใ€‚ใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆใช......ไฟบ้”ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใช......็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸใœใ€ ใ€Œๆ–ฐไบบใซๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใง่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆๅ‹•ใ‹ใญใ‡ใชใ‚“ใฆ......ๅ…ˆ่ผฉใจใ—ใฆ้ก”ใŒ็ซ‹ใŸใญใ‡ใ ใ‚? ไฟบใ‚‚ๆˆฆใ†ใœ!ใ€ ๅฝผใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒƒ! ๅจๅ‹ขใฎ่‰ฏใ„่‹ฅ่€…ใฏๅซŒใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„......็งใ‚‚ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ......็งใ‚‚่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใžใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๆ€ใ„ใ ใ—ใŸๆ€ใ„ใ ใ—ใŸ......ไฟบใ€ๅฎŸใฏใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใซไธก่ฆชใ‚’ๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸ! ไป‡่จŽใ ใœ!ใ€ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ไป˜ใ‘ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฎไธก่ฆชๆ˜จๆ—ฅ่ฉฑใ—ใŸใž! ใใ ใ‚‰ใญใ‡ๅ˜˜ใถใฃใ“ใใ‚„ใŒใฃใฆ......ๅ…จใใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฃใฆ็”Ÿ็†็š„ใซๅ—ใ‘ไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚้ก”ไธ็ดฐๅทฅใ ใ—ใ€ ็ถšใ€…ใจๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใŒๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€ไบบใ€ใพใŸไธ€ไบบใจใ€่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใฆๅ„ใ€…ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใฆ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฏ......ใ‚ใฎ......ใใฎ............ใฏใ„ใ€่กŒใใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ่ซฆใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ‚ˆๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“!? ๆญปใฌใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใญใƒผใ‚“ใ ใ€่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ใ“ใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใจใ‘ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใฏใ„......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚......ใ‚ใฎ่ฑšใฟใŸใ„ใชๆฑš็‰ฉ้ก”ใ€้ขจ่ˆนใฟใŸใ„ใซ็ ด่ฃ‚ใ•ใ›ใกใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ™!ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅฃๆ‚ชใ„!?ใ€ ใใฎ้ก”ไป˜ใใซใ€่ฟทใ„ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ–ฐไบบๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ้’ๅนดใ‚’็ญ†้ ญใซใ€ๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ„ๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใ‚€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†่ก็ชใพใงๆ•ฐๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใŒใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅทฑใฎๅฟƒใฎไธญใซ็„ฆใŒใ‚ŒใŸๆœ€ๅผทใฎ้จŽๅฃซใจ่‡ช็”ฑใฎ่‹ฑ้›„ใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ๆ–ฐไบบใ€ๅพŒใ‚ใฎ้€ฃไธญใซใชใ‚“ใ‹ไธ€่จ€่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œใˆ!? ใ‚ใƒผ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ......ใใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒโ€•โ€•โ€•็š†! ใ‚ใฎใƒ‡ใ‚ซใƒ–ใƒ„ใซใ€็›ฎใซ็‰ฉ่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใœ!!ใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎๅ’†ๅ“ฎใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃ้”ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆ”พใŸใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใฏใŠใ‚ˆใไธ‰็™พใฎๅคง็พคใ€่ฟŽใˆๆ’ƒใคใฏใŸใฃใŸไบ”ๅ็จ‹ใฎ้จŽๅฃซใจๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ€‚ ๆˆฆๅŠ›ๅทฎใฏๅœงๅ€’็š„ใ€‚ๆ•ตใฎๅผทใ•ใ‚‚ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ไธ€ๆญฉใ‚‚ๅผ•ใใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใๅผทใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‹ใคใฆใ€ไผ่ชฌใจใพใง่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸๅˆไปฃๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ“ใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉๅผฑใ„ไบบ้–“ใ ใฃใฆใ€่ญทใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆœ€ๅผทใ ใ€‚ ไบบ้–“ใจ้ญ”็ฃใฎ้—˜ไบ‰ใŒใ€ๅง‹ใพใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ? ใใคใญๅ›?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ•ใฃใ•ใจ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ๅฎฟใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใ‚‹ใจใ€่ก—ใฎ็š†ใฏๆ—ขใซๅฎถใฎไธญใซๅผ•ใ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใช่ก—ไธฆใฟใฏๆ—ขใซ้–‘ๆ•ฃใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใฎไปถใง็š†้ฟ้›ฃใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใ ใจๅ‡„ใ„ๅฏ‚ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ็พๅœจใ€็š†ใงใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎใ„ใ‚‹ๅคงใใชๅปบ็‰ฉใธๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็˜ดๆฐ—ใƒœใƒผใƒซใงใŠๆ‰‹็Ž‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ‰ใคใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไบŒใคใงใ€‚ใพใๅฎŸ้š›ใฏๆŠ•ใ’ใฆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใง่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅˆ†ใƒ‰ใƒชใƒ–ใƒซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚„ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๆฐ—้…็ดขๆ•ตใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใจใ‹ใ„ใ†ๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใซๅ‡บใใ‚ใ—ใŸใใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Š่ชฐใ‹ใซ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—้ฟใ‘ใŸใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใŒใใคใญใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅปบ็‰ฉใซๅฟใณ่พผใ‚€ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใŒใ€ๅ…ทไฝ“็š„ใช็ญ–ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ๅ‡บใ—ใŸๅพŒใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅผฑใฟใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ‚Šใจใ‹ใ—ใชใ„ใจใชใ......ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆš—ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใฐ็ฐกๅ˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้š™้–“ใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐๅฏ†ๅฎคใงใ‚‚ไพตๅ…ฅๅฏ่ƒฝใ ใ—ใ€ๅพŒใฏใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใซใงใ‚‚ๅค‰ใˆใฆๅ–‰ๅ…ƒใ‹ใฃๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใฐๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใŠๅ‰็ตๆง‹ใˆใ’ใคใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œ็”Ÿใง้ฃŸในใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใƒžใ‚ทใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅฎŸ้š›ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆš—ๆฎบใ™ใ‚ŒใฐๆŒ‡็คบใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™่€…ใฏใ„ใชใใชใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€ใใฎๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใงๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฎใ“ใจใฏๆœ‰่€ถ็„ก่€ถใซใชใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ไธ€็•ช่‰ฏใ„ใฎใฏใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็จŽ็Ž‡ใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใจใ‹ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅผฑใฟใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎๆๅ‡บๅ…ˆใฃใฆใฉใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎ็Ž‹ๅฎถใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ๆŠ˜่ง’ใ‚ใฎใ‚ขใƒ›ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใŸใฎใซใ€ไธ€ๆ—ฅใ‚‚็ตŒใŸใชใ„ๅ†…ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใจใ‹้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ„ไธŠใซใ€็Ž‹ๅฎถใซไผšใ†ใจใ‹ใ ใ‚‹ใ™ใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผฑใฟใ‚’ๆกใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆš—ๆฎบใ—ใฆใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘้€ฃใ‚ŒใŸใพใพ้€ƒไบกใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใถใฃๆฎบใใ†ใœใ€ใปใ‚‰ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใจใ‹ๅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆ็™‡ใซ้šœใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฎไบบๆฎบใ—ใฎๅ‹•ๆฉŸใฃใฆ่ปฝ้ŽใŽใชใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎใญใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใซ็†็”ฑใชใ‚“ใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ€ใชใ‚‰ไบบๆฎบใ—ใฎ็†็”ฑใชใ‚“ใฆใฉใ‚“ใชใซๅคงๅฑคใช็†็”ฑใงใ‚‚็ตๅฑ€ๅฆๅฎšใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„็†็”ฑใงใ‚‚็ตๅฑ€ๅฆๅฎšใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใซ็†็”ฑใชใ‚“ใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใชใใชใ„?ใ€ ๅƒ•็š„ใซใฏใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฟใŸใ„ใชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใŒไฝ•ใฎ็†็”ฑใ‚‚ใชใไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใชใ‚“ใฆ้…ทใ„ใ€ใจใ‹่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็ตๅฑ€็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฆๅฎšใ—ใฆ่ฒฌใ‚็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰็†็”ฑใชใ‚“ใฆใฉใฃใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ–ใ‚Šไป˜ใ‘ใŸๆง˜ใช้ฉๅฝ“ใชๅฅดใง่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€้ฉๅฝ“ใชๅฅดใงใ€‚ ็ตๅฑ€ใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใซ็†็”ฑ่‡ชไฝ“ๅฟ…่ฆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญโ™ช ไธญใซ......ๅๆ•ฐไบบใใ‚‰ใ„ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹......ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ............ๅœฐไธ‹ใฎๆ–นใซๅœฐ้ขใซๅบงใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ......ใ“ใฎไบบใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใง็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใ™ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใฃใฆไพฟๅˆฉใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡......ๅปบ็‰ฉใฎๆง‹้€ ใจใ‹็ฐกๅ˜ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ้‡ใŒๅข—ใˆใ‚Œใฐๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใคใใฅใไพฟๅˆฉใ ใชใใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹......ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๆ€–ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ.........ๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใง้šฃใ‚’ๆญฉใใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใใ†ๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ„ๅค–ใซใ‚‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚้ ๅ›žใ—ใชๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใญไปŠๅ›žใฏใ€‚ใ‚ใฃใ•ใ‚Š็œ‹็ ดใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใŒๆ‚”ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅฐ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆไธๆบ€้ก”ใ ใ€‚ใพใใ€ๆ€–ใใชใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏๅญไพ›ใฃใฆ็„ก้‚ชๆฐ—ใงๅซŒใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅญไพ›ใฏๅซŒใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚
The sudden emergence of the top D rank demonic beast, Goblin king, actually there was a reason why Kitsune wasn't completely unrelated to it. Originally, goblins and beasts-type demonic beast were constantly having turf wars over the area close Grandile Kingdom. There had been many cases where normal goblins clashed against crazy monkeys, as if keeping each other in check, as both power competed against each other. And the ones stood at the pinnacle of the respective sides were the Goblin King and the Mutated Crazy Monkey. Possessed similarly D-rank prowess, their existences influenced each other. The reason why there hadn't been any huge war up until now was because these two leaders understood that "Should they fall, their territory would be taken". They couldn't think of difficult things, but as both possessed about the same level intelligent as human, the equilibrium was maintained. Therefore, the goblin king decided to emerge then and there. With its strongest rival disappeared, the time for the goblin's group to prevail had finally come. Along with the goblin king's roar, the goblins began to move. Their morale was at its peak, victory was within their reach, now was the time make a move, now was the time to take over the territory, they were the true ruler there. They slaughtered all the beast-type demonic beasts they encountered in their march. And then they let out roars of victory. Right now, those who could stop their advance-- there was none! And then, at the end of where they were advancing to, there was a town where people were living at. Of course, Goblin King also understood that. It also understood that the adventurers were powerful. However, now that their morale had rose to its peak after cornering the beast-type demonic beast group, they thought that they could win even against human now. Therefore, their legs were still marching forward. "Gho...! Thoze who sdand aganinzt uz... gill 'em all!!!" When the Goblin King uttered so, its voice could even be heard by the adventurers who were quite far away. A loud and messy voice, however with great vigor and powerful intimidating air of an overwhelmingly powerful existence contained within, it made their skins shivered. --I want to run away, it's still possible now. Such thoughts crossed each adventurer and knight's mind. However, they couldn't run away. Those who were knights were aspiring to become proud warriors who wielded their swords for the people they ought to protect, and those who were adventurers were yearning for becoming heroes whose freedom couldn't be bound by anything by pursuing their respective potentials. The pride and yearning within didn't allow them to run away. Even when they wanted to run away, the didn't want to. "... hahaha ... oy, what should we do, guys? We've got quite a frightening amount of demonic beast to handle here." One of the adventurers said so. Although they were laughing, it was easy to tell the fear they were feeling from their shaking voice. However, it was the same for everyone gathered there. That was why no one pointed it out. They were holding their sword, but it looked so unreliable as though it was a wooden stick instead. Even those who had trained for their whole life, they couldn't imagine that they'd stand a chance against the enormous monster before them. They couldn't believe it. And more than anything, that was very mortifying. "... yeah, but... I'll fight! Even if I'd be trampled and die here by that monster!" A single young adventurer with red short hair took a step forward. He was a newbie adventurer who just recently got to F rank. The weapon he possessed was new, it was still prim and shiny as though it hadn't been used to kill any demonic beast. His feet were shaking, and his footstep toward the monsters was unstable. Clearly, he wasn't in the suitable state to fight. Foolhardy, reckless, impossible, everyone who saw him thought so. "Wait! What can someone like you do?! You're just being reckless there!" "He's right! No one will blame you for running away, you know?! Moreover, you are a newbie, aren't you?! There's no need for you to push yourself to participate in this fight!" They were trying to stop him, but none was chasing after him. Because fear had already petrified their feet. "--Newbie? Reckless? So what?!" But, he turned around and raised his sword high. The brand new sword shone as it reflected the sunlight, and the gazes of the marching demonic beasts behind him gathered in that sword. And shouted so. He shouted from the bottom of his heart. "I... when I was still a kid, I'd my life saved by a single adventurer! That man was a weak F rank adventures whose name no one knew of, and yet he still turned his back to me and went against the demonic beast! I admired that back of his!! The back of a man who put his life on the line to save a brat he didn't even know! I thought it was very cool from the bottom of my heart! Since that day, I've been crawling forward to be the man I'm now by pursuing that back!" He didn't give in to despair. He wasn't in despair facing the horde of demonic beasts in front of him. He simply wanted to chase after the huge back, as if not to betray his conviction in doing so, as if to make sure his spirit wouldn't collapse, he drew his sword. "There's a large amount of demonic beasts in front of me, and then... on my back there are many lives that'd disappear if I don't do anything here.... Then the only choice is to fight, isn't it?! I! I don't want to be an adventurer who'll put shame on his ba--No, right here, right now... I'm gonna be like him!!" Uttering so in loud voice, he took a deep breath and turned his back on them. And then he began heading toward the demonic beasts again. However there was no wavering in his steps this time. After shouting it out loud, the fear seemed to have disappeared somewhere. Even if they called him reckless, even if he had no chance of winning, even if he'd die here, if he ran away here he'd betray that back at that time. Even if he was all alone, he'd save them, he'd protect them, until the end of his life, he'd fight to the bitter end. "... Wait, newbie." "...what is it now?" There, one of the adventurers who listened to his shout chased after him. It was a slightly tanned man with skinhead. "Those caustic words of yours... it gave me goosebumps, you see... you're right, we're adventurer, after all... you've opened up my eyes there." "To have a newbie told me such a thing... I'd lose my face as a senior, you see? I will fight too!" He also pulled his sword. "Ha ha ha ha! I do not dislike high-spirited young men... I was also like that back then, after all... I've steeled myself too." "Ah, now I've remembered it... actually, my parents were killed by the Goblin King! It's time to avenge them!" "You liar, didn't you meet with your parents just yesterday? Spouting such a ridiculous lie... geez." "Actually I can't stand goblin physiologically, they're very ugly, after all." Adventurers and knights come forward one after another. First one, and then another one, steeling themselves they drew their weapons and headed towards the demonic beasts. "I am... that... umm... yes, I will go." "Don't give up missy! You may die, you know? So just let out whatever in your mind." "Y, yes... then ... that pig-like filthy face, it looks like a balloon and so disgusting!" "Your words are unexpectedly nastier than I expected?!" There was no hesitation in their face. With the newbie adventurer at the lead, after shaking of their fears, the knights and adventurers were also stepping forward. There was only a few minutes before the clash. But still, with the yearning to become the strongest knights and free heroes burning in their heart, they held their weapon. "Now newbie, how about giving one or two words to the bunch behind?" "Eh!? Um, got it... then-everyone! Let's show that huge monster who the boss is!" Their yells reverberated towards the demonic beasts. The enemy was a horde of about three hundreds, while they had only around fifty people combined of knights and adventurers. The strength difference was overwhelming. The enemy's strength was also tremendous. However, they who hold no thought such as taking even a single step back, it wouldn't be wrong to call them strong. Long ago, the legendary first generation hero once said: ------ No matter how weak someone is, when they have something to protect ------ they'll be the strongest. The clash between humans and demonic beasts was about to begin. "What are you talking about, Kitsune-kun? "No, nothing. Let's get going then." When we head out of the hotel, everyone in the town has unexpectedly shut themselves in their house, and the bustling townscape is unusually quiet. Maybe everyone has evacuated because of the Goblin King's raid, but somehow this situation feels awfully lonely, though. Currently, with everyone, I'm heading toward a large building where Duke Orba is. There is no one around so I decide to do miasma ball juggling. I still can't do three, so only two this time. Well, I'm actually just moving them around to make look as if I'm throwing them, though. It's easier to do than the dribbling with hand training. I've asked Leila-chan to scout the surrounding area using her miasma. I don't want to come across another murderer like that Reis guy, after all, and above all, I want to minimize the chance of us being found out by anyone. "Say, Kitsune, we've decided to sneak into Duke Orba's house but, what's the specific plan?" "There's none, but I do think we should prepare one for after rescuing Nico-chan's dad. I think it'd be great if we could find Duke Orba's weakness or something like that... or rather, assassinating Duke Orba doesn't sound bad either. Wouldn't it be easily done using the miasma? As long as there's a gap no matter how small it's, it's possible to infiltrate even into a secret room, after all. As for the rest, I could just turn it into a knife and cut his throat to finish him off, or something." "I understand your reasoning, but I think you're unexpectedly quite nasty, huh." "I think I'm still way better than Leila-chan who eats raw flesh, though." Nevertheless, if we do assassinate Duke Orba, they'd lose their leader, and I also feel that the case cornering us will fade along with time. Nonetheless, the best outcome would be to obtain Duke Orba's weakness such as the document of how high the tax rate he imposes, but the next step after that, all I can think of is submitting those documents to the royal family, right? Even though I just left that ridiculous country here, not just it'd be bothersome to return there just the day after, I also have no inclination to meet the royal families. That's why I feel that rather looking for his weakness, it'd be way better to just assassinate Duke Orba and then escape along with Nico-chan's Dad. "As expected, let's just kill him. You see, don't you think that his name, Duke Orba, is kinda irritating?" "Isn't your motive for murder a bit too light?" "You see, Rishe-chan, you don't exactly need a reason to kill someone, because killing in itself is a bad thing to do, after all." "Huh?" "You aren't allowed to kill people, that means no matter how fancy your reason is, it'd ultimately be denied, you know? And since even such a trivial reason in the end would also be denied either way, doesn't that just means that reason for killing is of no necessary?" As far as I'm concerned, I do feel it strange whenever I hear people saying that that murderer Reis is cruel for killing people for no reason. If that's the case, doesn't that also mean that you can kill people as long as you have a reason? However, even if there is a reason, in the end it'd be denied and you're still guilty. Then, won't it be fine just come up with whatever random reason you can? Just randomly. After all, you don't need a reason to kill. "Oh, is it the place?" "That's right, inside... there seems to be more than a dozen of people, you see?!" "I see... then where's Nico-chan's Dad?" "Hm... There is someone in the basement sitting on the ground, but... Is that him?" Leila-chan's scouting ability using her miasma sure is convenient, isn't it? Seems like she can even easily grasp the structure of the building and so on. I think I can do it as well if I increase the amount of my miasma a bit more, but what a useful skill to have it is, huh. "Well then, let's go ... Nico-chan, are you scared?" "....I don't think I'm not not that scared." When I ask Nico-chan, who's walking next to me while holding my hand, she seems to be surprisingly not scared. The time she uses such an indirect lie, huh. Perhaps dissatisfied that I see through her lie right away, she makes a disgruntled face and pouts her mouth. Well, all in all, it's good that she's not scared. I don't like simple-minded children, but I don't dislike children like Nico-chan.
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่ฟ‘ใฅใ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบ ็ฟŒๆœใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆๅ†ๅ‡บ็™บใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ไบบ้”ใŒๆ•ดใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซไธ€ใƒตๆ‰€ใซ้›†ๅˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ›ไบคไปฃใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ใจๅƒ•้”ๅพŒ่ก›ๅดใŒๅ‰่ก›ใธใจ็งปๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏ็‡ƒใˆๅฐฝใŸ็„šใ็ซใง็‚ญใซใชใฃใŸๆœจๆใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใงๆกใ‚Šใคใถใ—ใ€็ฒ‰ใซใ™ใ‚‹้Šใณใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ€้’่คชใ‚ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใง้œ‡ใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ไฝ“่‚ฒๅบงใ‚Šใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…BใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใจใชใไบˆๆƒณใฏไป˜ใใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็Šถๆณใ‚’็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ในใๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆธกใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ™ใใซๅŽŸๅ› ใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅพŒใ‚ใฎๅœฐ้ขใŒ่ตค้ป’ใๆŸ“ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ‚ใฎ็”ทJใจๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…AใฎๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ฃŸในใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€ใ‹ใช? ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšไธๆ†ซใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใฎไธ‹ใธๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚Šใ€่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ’ใƒƒ......! ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„...่จฑใ—ใฆใ€้ฃŸในใชใ„ใง......ๆญปใฌใฎใฏๅซŒ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„......!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใคใญๅ›! ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใฃใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใซใ“ใ‚„ใ‹ใซ็ฌ‘ใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงไบบ้–“ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใง่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใใ€ๆ˜จๆ™ฉใใคใญๅ›ใฎๆ‰€ใซ่กŒใ้€”ไธญใงไบŒไบบ็จ‹้ฃŸในใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆ......ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใƒผ......ใใ‚Œใงไป•ๆ–นใชใ่ฉฑใ‚’่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ™็‚บใซไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญใŠ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ......ใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œ็ฌ‘ใ„ไบ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‚ˆใ€ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏไปฒ้–“......ๆƒณใ„ไบบใ‚’้ฃŸใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆŒ™ๅฅใ€ใใฎๅ–ฐใฃใŸๆœฌไบบใจไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚็ฒพ็ฅžใŒใ‚ฌใƒชใ‚ฌใƒชใจๅ‰Šใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ€ใ„ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€ไฝ•ๆ™‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅ–ฐใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆ•ฐๆ™‚้–“ใšใฃใจ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎ่ชฟๅญใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใจไบŒๆ—ฅใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ‚ใซใ„ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใ‹ใช? ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ—?ใ€ ใ€Œใฒใƒใƒใƒใƒใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใ“ใฎใพใพใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใช......?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฎๆ‚ชๆ…‹ใ‚‚ไน…ใ€…ใ ใญใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€็›ธๅฝ“ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใจๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆœ€ๆ—ฉๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅฎšใ‹ใงใฏใชใ„็จ‹ใซๆ†”ๆ‚ดใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅˆ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใ‚‚็„ก็†ใ‹ใชใใ€‚ ใใ‚Šใ‚ƒใใ†ใ‹ใ€ไปฒ้–“ใ‚’ๅ…จๅ“กๅคฑใฃใฆใ€ๅฐšไธ”ใคๆฎบใ—ใŸๅผตๆœฌไบบใฎๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใจไธ€็ท’ใซไพ้ ผใชใ‚“ใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ญˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใพใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠใฎๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ“ใฎไธญใงๅ”ฏไธ€็Ÿฅๅทฑใฎไบบ้–“ใŒๅฑ…ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใƒผ......ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅƒ•ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงๅ‰่ก›ใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ“ใฎๅญใ‚‚ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใฃใ‹ใ„ๅพŒ่ก›ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใพใ......ๅŠฑใพใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆ้ ‚ๆˆดใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผๆฐ—ๅ–ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ใฎ็”ทJใŒใ„ใชใใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฟ…็„ถ็š„ใซใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใฎใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใŒๆŒ‡็คบใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใฏ่€ƒใˆใŸ็ตๆžœใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ“ใฎๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใ‚’ๅผ•ใ้›ขใ™ใ“ใจใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใซๅพŒ่ก›ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใฎใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผใซใ—ใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใใฎ่ฃœไฝใฎ็ซ‹ใกไฝ็ฝฎใซใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใฏๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅพŒ่ก›ใฏไบŒไบบใ ใ‘ใซใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญ้–“ใซ้…็ฝฎใ—ใฆใŠใ‘ใฐใ™ใใซๆ•‘ๆดใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใŒใ„ใ‚Œใฐใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธ่กŒใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚Œใฐๅฝผๅฅณใซๅฏพๅ‡ฆใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใง......ไบŒๆ—ฅ็›ฎใ€้ ‘ๅผตใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ…จๅ“กใŒ้ ทใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใ‚’้™คใ„ใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใต......ไบŒไบบใฃใใ‚Šใ ใญใ€ใใคใญๅ›โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผใฏใ„ใฏใ„ใ€ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฃใฆ่ฏๅฅขใ ใ‘ใฉใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็”ทใฎๅญใชใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ๅฐ่ฑกใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใŒใฃใ—ใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฃโ™ชใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใซ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…จ้ƒจใ‚นใƒซใƒผใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆญฃ็›ด่‰ฏใ„ๅŒ‚ใ„ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ—่บซไฝ“ใฏๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ใ—ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ—ๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ๅพŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใ„ใกใ‚‡ใ„่ƒธใฎ่ฐท้–“ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ•ใใ€‚ ๅพก่€…ใฎ็”ทใ‚‚็ŒซใฟใŸใ„ใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ป’ใ„ใƒฏใƒณใƒ”ใƒผใ‚นใฎ่ฃพใ‹ใ‚‰ไผธใณใ‚‹็”Ÿ่ถณใซใกใ‚‰ใกใ‚‰ใจ็œผใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ€ช็‰ฉใ ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใŸใ ใฎไบบ้–“ใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใงๆ™ฎ้€šใฎๆ„Ÿๆ€งใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใฃใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅคšใใฎ็•ฐๆ€งใซใƒขใƒ†ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€‚ ๆœฌๅฝ“ใ€ๅ‡„ใๆฎ‹ๅฟตใช็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใฃใกใฎๆ–นๅ‘......ไฝ•ใ‹่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“? ใ‚“ใƒผ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€้ญ”็ฃใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใญ......ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ“ใฃใกใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏๆœ€่ฟ‘ๅพ—ใŸใ€Ž็›ดๆ„Ÿใ€ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใชใ‚“ใจใชใๅซŒใชๆฐ—้…ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใฃใŸๆ–นๅ‘ใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ‹่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š้ญ”็ฃใŒ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆฐ—้…ๅฏŸ็Ÿฅ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚‚ไบบ้–“ไปฅไธŠใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใฏใชใ„ๆ‰€ใŒใพใŸๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉๆŸ“ใฟใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใ‚‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใชใ„็ฌฌๅ…ญๆ„Ÿ็š„ใช่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š้ญ”ๆ—ใซใฏๅŠฃใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ไฝ“?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญ......3ไฝ“ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ‹ใชใใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎใ€Ž็›ดๆ„Ÿใ€ใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉใฎ่„…ๅจใงใฏใชใ„ใจๅ‘Šใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€้ญ”็ฃใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๅฑ้™บใŒ่ฟซใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚Šใชใ„ใ€‚ใ™ใใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆ‰“ใŸใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“! ใชใƒผใซ? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ใใ“ใฎ็™บๆƒ…้ญ”ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ......ใ‚ใƒผ! ใชใ‚“ใงใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅ‰ใซๅบงใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ!!ใ€ ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญ้–“ๅœฐ็‚นใงๅ…จไฝ“ใ‚’่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใถใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ™ใใซ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ™ใใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็–‘ใ†่พบใ‚Šใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไปฒ่‰ฏใใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ‚ใฃใกใฎๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰้ญ”็ฃใŒ3ไฝ“ๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ใ†~......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ›ใ‚‚่กŒใฃใฆใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ ผใฟใ‚’ๆ‰ฟ่ซพใ—ใŸ็‰ฉใฎใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅƒ•ใซๅฏ„ใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๅบงใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ‚‹ใฃใจๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใ„ใฆๆ‚ชๆˆฏใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใคใ„ใŸๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€ใกใ‚…ใƒผใ ใญโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚ๅ‡„ใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใฉใใ•ใ„......ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅƒ•ใฎไปฒ้–“ใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆŒ‡็คบใซๅพ“ใ†็†็”ฑใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅฏพไพกใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆจฉๅˆฉใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆ€ง่ณชใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ้ ผใฟใซๅฏพใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‹ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’่ฆๆฑ‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ไปŠ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎ้ ผใฟใŒๅคงไบ‹ใช่ฆๆฑ‚ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใปใฉๅฅฝ้ƒฝๅˆใ ใ€‚ ไปŠใ“ใ“ใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ•ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆฐ—ใŒๆฐ—ใงใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใใ‚“ใชๅฟƒๅขƒใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่กŒใ‹ใ›ใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‹ใจใ„ใฃใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใซใฏ็ด„ๆŸใฎใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ไธ€ๆ—ฅ1ๅ›žใ€ไฝ•ใจใ‚‚้ขๅ€’ใช็ด„ๆŸใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผใ„โ™ก ใˆใธใธใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚......ใกใ‚…ใƒผโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€ใ‚€ใ‚€ใ‚€ใ‚€......!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‡„ใๆจใฟใŒใพใ—ใ„่ฆ–็ทšใง่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆง‹ใ‚ใš็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใฆๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅƒ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ญใ‚นใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆๅˆใ‚ใฆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็ทŠๅผตใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใชใใ€‚ๆ€ช็‰ฉใ ใ‘ใฉๅฏๆ„›ใ„้ก”ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ.........ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใฃโ™ช ใฏใใใ‚......โ™ก ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใคใญๅ›ๆœ€้ซ˜......! ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใญ! ใ„ใ“ใฃใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚„ใ™ใๅ‘ผใฐใชใ„ใง!ใ€ ๆ‰‹ๆ—ฉใใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆบ€ใ€…ใ€ๆบ€ใกๆบ€ใกใŸๆดปๅŠ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ้ญ”็ฃใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ้ง†ใ‘ๅ‡บใ—ใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใชใฎใ‹ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€’ใฃใŸๆง˜ๅญใงไธ€็ท’ใซ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใง่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ™ใ่ฟ‘ใใพใง้ญ”็ฃใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใใ€้ถใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’็ท ใ‚ใŸๆง˜ใชๅ‘ปใๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใฃใจ็žฌๆฎบใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ…ซใคๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆผฒใ‚‹ๆดปๅŠ›ใฎใถใคใ‘ใฉใ“ใ‚ใซ้ธใฐใ‚ŒใŸ้ญ”็ฃใซใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅŒๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๅ…„ใ•ใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€้šฃใซๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅพก่€…ใฎๅ•†ไบบใ•ใ‚“ใŒ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใ......้šๅˆ†ใจใƒขใƒ†ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใญใ‡......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐไปฃใ‚ใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‘ใฉใญ......ใ€ ใ€Œ............้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใใ ใ›ใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ๅฐ‘ใ—็พจใพใ—ใใ†ใซๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๅพก่€…ใฎๅฝผใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ้ ใ„็œผใ‚’ใ—ใฆ่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๅฏŸใ—ใŸใฎใ‹็Ÿญใๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅฟœๆดใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ไน…ใ€…ใซไบบใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฎ้ ƒใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใงใฏใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ ๆ•™ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏใ‚นใƒใƒณใ‚ธใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅธๅŽใ—ใ€ๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰€ใฏใ™ใใซ็›ดใ—ใฆๆ”นๅ–„ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ€ใพใŸๆˆฆใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅคฉ่ณฆใฎๆ‰่ƒฝใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅฝผใฏ่‡ช่บซใฎ่บซไฝ“่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ใ™ใใซ็†่งฃใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏ้‹ๅ‹•่ƒฝๅŠ›ใซๅ„ชใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใŸใŒใ€ๆต็ŸณใซไบบใฎๅŸŸใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝผใฏ็•ฐๅธธใช็จ‹่บซไฝ“่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒๅ‘ไธŠใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚่ตฐใ‚Œใฐ้ฆฌใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้€Ÿใ้ง†ใ‘ๆŠœใ‘ใ€่ปฝใ่ทณในใฐๆ•ฐmใ‚‚้ซ˜ใ่ทณใณไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ€ๆฎดใ‚Œใฐๅคงๅฒฉใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ไธ€ๆ’ƒใง็ฒ‰ใ€…ใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใปใฉใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅŸบ็คŽใ‚นใƒšใƒƒใ‚ฏใŒๅธธไบบใฎไฝ•ๅ€ใ‚‚ไธŠใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ“ใซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ๆŒ‡ๅฐŽใŒๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅฝผใŒ็žฌใ้–“ใซๅผทใใชใฃใฆ่กŒใใฎใ‚‚ๅฝ“็„ถใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅฝผใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใ„ใŸใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใช้ขจใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv57 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:8340 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:9010 ่€ๆ€ง:300 ๆ•ๆท:6560 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:2400 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv6ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv4ใ€ใ€ŽไฟŠ่ถณใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๆ“ไฝœLv3ใ€ใ€Žๅคฉ่ณฆใฎๆ‰ใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซ(ไบบ้–“) โ—‡ ๅฝผใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใธใจๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจๅฐ‘ใ—ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจๆฏ”่ผƒใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใŠใ“ใŒใพใ—ใ„ใปใฉใซๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅผทใ•ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใ—ใฆใŠใŠใ‚ˆใAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็›ธๅฝ“ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฑˆๆŒ‡ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›่€…ใซๅใ‚’้€ฃใญใ‚‹ใปใฉใ ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใใฎๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฅฝ้’ๅนดใช้ขใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๅŸŽใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆฐ—ๅ…ผใญใชใ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๅคšใใฎไบบใซ่ฆชใ—ใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็งฐๅทใ ใ‘ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใงใฏใชใใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใงๅฝผใฏใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใ ใจ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใซๅฐคใ‚‚่ฟ‘ใ„Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใฎๅๅ‰ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใใ„ใคใŒใฉใ†ใ‹ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๅ‹‡่€…ใ€่Šนๆฒขๅ‡ชใฏไปŠใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚ตใƒใƒผใƒˆๅฝนใจใ—ใฆใ„ใคใ‚‚ๅ‚ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅทซๅฅณใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ฉฑ้กŒใฏใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€......ใคใพใ‚Šใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใซใคใ„ใฆใ ใ€‚ ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใพใ—ใฆSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ“ใจใชใฉ็Ÿฅใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅฎŸใฏใ“ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซใฏ้šฃๅ›ฝใซใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใจใ„ใ†ๅ›ฝใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใŒใ€ ใ€Œไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใปใฉๅ‰ใ€ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉไป˜่ฟ‘ใฎๆฃฎใซใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒๅ‡บใŸใจใ„ใ†ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใง?ใ€ ใ€Œๅนธใ„ใ€ไปŠใฎๆ‰€ใชใ‚“ใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใงใ™ใ‘ใฉ......ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ‚‚็ตŒใฆใฐใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใ€ใจ็งใฏ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ‡ชใฏๆ€ๆกˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏใ“ใฎไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใกใ‚‡ใ„ใฎ้–“ใงใ€ๆœ€ใ‚‚้•ทใไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใŸใฎใŒใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่‡ชไฟกใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ไธ€็•ชไฟก็”จใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ไธ€็•ชไฟก้ ผใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆใฎ่จ“็ทดใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใ‚‹ใพใงใ€ๅนพใ‚‰้•ทๅผ•ใ“ใ†ใจใ‚‚ๅซŒใช้ก”ไธ€ใคใ›ใšใซๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ฟใ‚ชใƒซใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใฆ็”ฒๆ–็”ฒๆ–ใ—ใไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’็„ผใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใซใ‹ใจ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใงใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใงๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚ŒใฐๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็Ž‹ๆง˜ใจ่ฉฑใ™ๆ™‚ใ‚‚็ทŠๅผตใ™ใ‚‹ๅ‡ชใซๅฏ„ใ‚Šๆทปใฃใฆๆ”ฏใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช้ขจใซๅฅๆฐ—ใซๅฐฝใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใ€ไปŠใฎๅ‡ชใซใจใฃใฆไฟก้ ผๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒŠใƒผใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ‹ๆ„›็š„ใชๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€ใ‚ใใพใงๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ”ฏใˆๅˆใ†้–ขไฟ‚ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒ่จ€ใ†ใฎใ ใ€ๆใ‚‰ใๅ‹‡่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใงใ‚‚ๅฎนๆ˜“ใซๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใง......ใใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฃใฆใฎใฏใฉใ‚“ใช้ญ”ๆ—ใชใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“......ใŒใ€ๅคœ่กŒๆ€งใง่ตคใ„็žณใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใฏใฉใ™้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใง้š ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๆœชใ ็œŸใฎๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸ่€…ใฏใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“......ใŸใ ใ€ๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸ่€…ใฏๅ…จใฆๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฆใ€่ฆๆ ผๅค–ใซๅผทใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™......ใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๆญฃไฝ“ไธๆ˜Žใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŠฑใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆนงใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆญฆ่€…้œ‡ใ„ใจใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒใถใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ้œ‡ใˆใ€ๆˆฆใฃใฆใฟใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใซๅ‹ใคไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ใŒใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒๆฅใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฏไฟบใŒ่ญทใ‚‹! ไฟบใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใ ใ€ไฟกใ˜ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏๆญฏใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎ่‰ถใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ป’้ซชใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใฏๅŠ›ๅผทใ„่จ€่‘‰ใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏไธๆ€่ญฐใจใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅคงใใชๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๆ„Ÿใ‚’่ฒฐใˆใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็ฌ‘้ก”ใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ€็งใฏ......ใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใฎใ“ใจใ€ไฟกใ˜ใฆใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎๅฐใ•ใใ‹็ดฐใ„่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ‡ชใฏใฏใซใ‹ใ‚€ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใใ‚“ใชๅ‡ชใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใจ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใง้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆใ€ไฟฏใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Š็ตžใฃใฆๅ‡บใ—ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚‚ใ•ใ‚‰ใ‚Šใจๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ„ใ€ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฃใฑใชใ—ใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ๅ„ชใ—ใใฆใ€ๅผทใใฆใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ˆๆ„Ÿใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็š†ใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใ‚’่ƒŒ่ฒ ใฃใฆๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใจใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎไบบใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใจใ€‚ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๅฌๅ–šใ—ใ€้ญ”็Ž‹่จŽไผใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่ปไบ‹ๅคงๅ›ฝใ€‚ใใฎไธญใงใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ่‡ชไฟกใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใ‚‹ๅทซๅฅณใจ็ต†ใ‚’ๆทฑใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใจใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅคงใใชๅญ˜ๅœจใจใชใ‚‹ไบบ็‰ฉ......ๅŒใ˜็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€่ฉฑใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ......ใ™ใใใ“ใพใง่ฟซใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚
The Approaching Otherworlder The next morning, after we finished our breakfast, we gather at the place where the slave traders are gathered in preparation to continue the journey. Anyhow, since we're going to swap our post then, or so I thought, so we the rear guard team go to the front guard place, and the one there is Leila-chan who is playing by crushing the lumbers that were used as bonfire and have turned into charcoal with her hand, and woman B who is sitting in shiver while hugging her knees with a pale expression. It's something I somewhat have predicted, but I still look at the surrounding to grasp the situation. And then, I immediately find the reason. The ground behind Leila-chan is dyed in dark red. And, from the fact that I don't see man J and woman A, perhaps they were eaten by Leila-chan, weren't they? And then woman B accidentally saw that scene, or something along that line, right? First of all, since she's too pitiful so I come to where the woman B is, and calling out to her. "Umm, are you okay?" "Hii...! No, no no no no.... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... please, please don't eat me... I don't want to die... no, no...!" "Ah, Kitsune-kun! Morning!" And then, noticing my appearance, Leila-chan greets me while smiling. As if a human. And when Leila-chan who is approaching me sees the sitting woman B before me, she floats a face that say she just remembered about something. "Umm, last night, I ate both of them before I went to your place, Kitsune-kun... and seems like she saw it, you see~... so, to gloss that scene over, I had a chat with her all night long, but she somehow became like this... ufufu." "That isn't a laughing matter, dammit." That means... after seeing her comrades, her beloved one got eaten, she sat all night long together with the one who ate them, huh. Her spirit surely was shaved off and crumbled, wasn't it? While thinking about when she might get herself eaten, she had to accompanied Leila-chan who was always came talking to her all night long, after all. At that state, it may be a bit too pitiful to let her at the same group as Leila-chan again today, right? "Umm... hello?" "Hiiiii!!" "...what would happen if I use 'Eerie Constitution' at her right now, I wonder...." "It's been a while since the last time I heard your abusive words, isn't it, Finia-chan?" How should I put it, since it seems like Leila-chan has carved quite a deep trauma upon her, I doubt she'd be able to live as an adventurer any longer. At this state, seems like it's even impossible for her to continue this guarding request. Well, that's a matter of course, losing all of her comrades, moreover to be at the same group with the one who killed them, there's no way she'd be able to do her job properly, right? Moreover, right now, she has no even an acquaintance at this place. "Hmm... it can't be helped then, today I'll take Leila-chan and Finia-chan to guard the front side. Rishe-chan, sorry but could you please guard the rear side again together with this girl?" "If possible... well, please try to encourage her. Lulu-chan, too, could I ask you to do it?" "Yes, understood." Since man J who is supposedly act as the leader has gone, inevitably, I, as the party leader, must take the command rein over. And after I think about it, I decided to separate Leila-chan and woman B. Appointing Rishe-chan as the temporary party leader, I place Lulu-chan there, too. Since it seems like woman B won't be any help, so perhaps the rear guard would be only these two, though. However, if I put Finia-chan at the center of the wagon, then she'd be able to immediately back them up when needed. As for Leila-chan, as long as I'm there, I doubt she'd go anywhere, and if there's something appears then I'd simply ask her to handle it. "Well then, since it has been decided... for the second day, let's do our best." At my word, everyone nod their heads. Except woman B. "Ufufufu... we're alone together, Kitsune-kun." "Ah, yes yes, you're right." "You look frail but as expected you sure are still a young male, right? You're tougher than you look." From a moment ago, Leila-chan is always shifting her neck to face me and comes talking to me. I ignored all of it, but this girl sure is cute, she has a nice scent, and her body is also soft. I can even occasionally see her cleavage from behind. And the coachman man is also stealing glances at Leila-chan bare legs; that are stretching out from her black dress; like a cat. Since this girl is only wearing a short black dress, her shoulders are exposed, and her bare legs that are stretching out from her cuff are also fascinating. Her collarbone and nape are plain visible, I can even somewhat see her chest, since black sandals are wrapping around her bare feet, so she sure looks like has an excessively high exposure rate. I'm good since I know that she's a demon, but to anyone that don't know about it and think her as a mere normal girl, I'm sure she's very popular among numerous male. Honestly, what a deplorable cutie. "Hmm... Leila-chan, that direction... can you see something there?" "Hmm? Hmm... ah, there are several magical beasts there... moreover they are coming this way." I point at a direction where my new skill 'Intuition' somewhat feels a bad presence from there, and when I ask Leila-chan about it, I understand that magical beasts are approaching, just as I expected. Since she's a demon, her presence perception is beyond human capability. Moreover, since that isn't a skill, it shows just how unworldly she is. There are people who has a sixth sense-like ability that isn't a part of skill, but as expected it's inferior to demons', right? "How many of it?" "Let's see... around three, I think." "Haa...." My 'intuition' tells me that it isn't that much of a threat, but it doesn't change the fact that there's a danger of the approaching magical beasts' attack. We have to handle it quickly. "Finia-chan!" "Yes! What's it? Kitsune-san! Does that lustful demon do something to you? ... Ah! Why are you sitting before Kitsune-san!!" I call Finia-chan who is watching out both sides at the center point. In doing so, Finia-chan immediately flies toward me. Looking at the fact that she immediately suspects Leila-chan, it seems like they can't get along well as expected. "Yes, seems like there are three magical beasts coming from that direction. Can I ask you to handle it?" "I don't mind, but... u~...." "Ah...Leila-chan, you also go there." Finia-chan readily accepts my request, but she is surely uneasy about Leila-chan who sits and leaning on me. That's why I ask Leila-chan to also go with Finia-chan. In doing so, she immediately turn her face at me and a floats a mischief smile. "Then, kiss me." "Uwah, how bothersome...." Leila-chan is fully aware that she isn't a part of my party. That's why, she has no reason to obey my order, and she also aware that she has the right to ask for compensation in return. Moreover, her nature is the worst. She has the right to ask me something as compensation for obeying my order. Like what she just said, she's even able to ask for a kiss. Furthermore, I feel like the more important my order is, the more higher she'd ask me in return. If I don't send Leila-chan out right now, I'm sure that Finia-chan won't be at peace, right? As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to send out Finia-chan at that kind of mental state, though. Be that as it may, to move Leila-chan, I have to give her the promised kiss. Once a day, what a troublesome promise I made back then. "...got it." "Yaaay. Ehehe, then... chu..." "Mumumumu...!" Finia-chan is looking with a very resentful gaze, but Leila-chan is ignoring it and presenting me her lips while closing her eyes. Come to think of it, isn't it the first time that I become the one kissing? "Haa....n." "N... haaa... as I thought, you sure are the best, Kitsune-kun...! Well then, I'll do my best! Let's go, Finia!" "Don't call me like we're friends!" Finishing the kiss quickly, Leila-chan stands up fully motivated, and then runs toward the approaching magical beasts alongside with Finia-chan while showing an intense energy. And then, perhaps Finia-chan is really unhappy about seeing we did a kiss, she flies there with a somewhat angry expression. And then, perhaps those magical beasts have come quite close to us, so soon after Finia-chana and Leila-chan left, I can hear an intense groan, as if a chicken that got its neck tied. I'm sure it's an instant kill, isn't it? I bear quite a sympathy toward any magical beast that receive the crash of Finia-chan's outburst of anger and Leila-chan's intense energy. "Adventurer bro...." "Hmm?" And then, the coachman next to me comes to talk at me. "You are... quite popular, aren't you...?" "...if possible, I want someone to take my place, though...." "...please do your best." "Thank you." At first the coachman man is looking at me with a somewhat envious expression, but when I answer him with distant eyes, perhaps he presumes something and gets sympathy on me, he shortly cheering on me. I feel like I finally feel someone's kindness after a long time. --around the same time, at Grandile kingdom. The hero, Serizawa Nagi steadily increased his strength. He absorbed everything they taught him as if a sponge, and he'd immediately corrected and improving any mistakes they pointed out. He, as a hero, possessed a natural gift in accordance to his duty to fight. The moment he was summoned as hero, he realized that his physical ability was increased. He already had an excellent physical ability at his former world, but as expected it wasn't something that surpassed humanity level. Nevertheless, ever since he came to this world, his physical had abnormally increased. He could run faster than a galloping horse, his light jump could easily surpass several meters height, he even could shatter a large rock into pieces with only one punch. That was just how much strength he got. His initial spec was several times higher than normal. With the guidance of the kingdom's knight, it was a matter of course that he had become far more stronger. If we used Naginata Kitsune's skill to peek at his status, then it should be around like this. *Status* Gender : Male Lv. 57 Strength : 8340 Stamina : 9010 Resistance : 300 Agility : 6560 Magic Power : 2400 Title :{Hero} Skill : {Sword Art Lv.6} {Body Reinforcement Lv.4} {Swift} {Overpower} {Magic Manipulation Lv.3} {Natural Gift} Innate skill : {Ray of Hope} PT Member : Cecil (Human) * Just around a week ever since he was summoned to this world, he had become absurdly stronger compared to Kitsune. That strength, in adventurer term, it would be approximately about A rank. Even inside this Grandile Kingdom, his strength had been known as the top class across the country. Moreover, as a young man with handsome face and overflowing sense of justice, he had become intimate and could talk freely with numerous people even inside the castle. Not just hero in tittle, he had been recognized as a 'hero' in its truest meaning. "'Red Night'?" "Yes... the name of an A rank demon that is the closest one to reaches the S rank, demon lord, domain." "Hmm... what to do with it?" And that hero, Serizawa Nagi, was currently chatting with Cecil who was always at his side to support him. The topic was, "Red Night"... that means, about Leila Vermilion. Of course, they didn't know about the real identity of the "Red Night", nor the fact that she had become an S rank demon. "You see, at the neighboring area of Grandile kingdom, there is country named Miniera." "There was an information that said that around one week ago "Red Night" appeared at a forest close to Miniera." "...then?" "Luckily, it seems like it doesn't make any movement since then, but... with one week time has passed, it won't be weird if it's suddenly appeared at Grandile kingdom's dominion, or so the possibility I thought." At Cecil's words, Nagi thought about it. He was sure that around this past one week, the one he spent his time the most with would be none other than Cecil. Therefore, she was the one he trusted the most, the one he depended upon the most. Till his training as hero finished, no matter how long it was prolonged, she would surely wait for him, and would presented him towel every times the training finished. If he had any troubles about this other world then she'd surely help him, even when he was nervous in the audience before the king, she was there to soothe him. Such mindful and devoted Cecil, for the current Nagi, she had become a partner he could trust the most. Not in romantic way, to the utmost, it was akin to Kitsune and Finia's supporting each other relation. And such Cecil said that, perhaps even for a hero like him, it wasn't something he could easily defeat, he could easily understand that. "And then... what kind of demon is this 'Red Night'?" "I do not particularly know about it myself, but... it is nocturnal and has red eyes. Its body is concealed by a darkish miasma, and no one ever saw its real body... however, it could kill anything it encountered, so there is a high possibility that it is out of normally strong...." Heard that, while slightly feared about that unknown demon, Nagi was slightly interested in it. Perhaps that could be said as trembling in excitement, his body is trembling, and he thought that he wanted to try fight it. If he could defeat that demon then he thought that he could become even more stronger. "...Cecil, don't worry?" "...about what?" "Even if that 'Red Night' appeared, I'll definitely protect this country! I'm a hero, believe in me." Nagi lightly smiling. While caressing Cecil's charming hair, he reassuringly said so. Cecil strangely felt as if she received a great sense of security from that word. And then, her cheeks slightly blushing from the smile he floated at her. "...I, I... belive in you, Nagi-sama." At Cecil's fragile words, Nagi was shy. And then, Cecil's face blushed more and she hung her head because of Nagi's smile and him caressing her head. However, Cecil thought. It was because he was kind, strong, although a bit thickheaded, but he would always advancing forward while shouldering everyone's expectation, that she wanted to accompany him. Grandile kingdom, it was a military country that had summoned the hero and put its most strength to subjugate the demon lord. Inside that country, the hero had deepened his bond with the miko who was always together with him. However, a person who would become a great existence for the hero... the similar otherworlder, Naginata Kitsune, was taking along the just mentioned "Red Night"... and had approached him till a very close distance.
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ๅคฉ็„ถๅฐ‘ๅฅณ ๅคœใŒๆ˜Žใ‘ใฆใ€ไธ€ไบบ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸๅƒ•ใฏ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๆœใซๅผทใ„ใ€็œผใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ™ใใซใ‚ฏใƒชใ‚ขใช้ ญใง็‰ฉไบ‹ใŒ่€ƒใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ„ใคใพใงใ‚‚ๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆฏ่ฆชใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไบบใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฎดใฃใŸใ‚Š่นดใฃใŸใ‚Šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆ—ฉใ่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่ตทใใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๆจชใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆž•ใฎ้šฃใงๅคงใฎๅญ—ใซใชใฃใฆๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅๅฏพๅดใซไธธใใชใฃใฆๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ไปŠๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้€ƒใ’ๆ”พ้กŒใ ใฃใŸใชใ“ใ‚Œใ€‚ใชใฎใซ้€ƒใ’ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใฆไบ‹ใฏใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†้ขจใซ่จ€ใ„่žใ‹ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใฎใ‹ใช? ๅฅด้šทๆ นๆ€งใŒๆŸ“ใฟใคใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใญใ‡......ใพใใ„ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ไบŒไบบใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰้™ใ‚Šใฆใ€ไธ€ใคไผธใณใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ‘ใ‚ญใƒ‘ใ‚ญใจๅฐๆฐ—ๅ‘ณ่‰ฏใ„้ŸณใŒไฝ“ๅ†…ใซ้Ÿฟใ„ใฆใ€ๅ›บใพใฃใŸ็ญ‹่‚‰ใŒ่งฃใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคšๅฐ‘ใƒฉใ‚ธใ‚ชไฝ“ๆ“็š„ใช้‹ๅ‹•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซ้ ญใ‚‚่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚็œผใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ใ€ ่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธŠใซใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฏๆ„›ใ„ๅญใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใ ใ€‚ๆป…่Œถ่‹ฆ่Œถ้•ทใ„้ซชใฎๆฏ›ใŒใ‚ทใƒผใƒ„ใฎไธŠใซๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่€ณใจใ‹ๅฐปๅฐพใจใ‹......ใฉใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใ„ใคใ‹่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐ่งฆใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใŠใ†ใ€ ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€ไบŒไบบใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™็‚บใซๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆŒ‡ๅ…ˆใงใคใฃใคใ„ใฆใ‚„ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใคใ‚‚่ตทใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ๅค‰ใชๅฏ่จ€ใฃใฝใ„ๅฐ่ฉžใ‚’ๅใใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒ้ข็™ฝใ„ใฎใงๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ€ใชใซใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹......! ใ‚„ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ฉ! ใ‚„ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใƒƒ......! ใฏใฃใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็ทŠ่ฟซๆ„Ÿๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฐ่ฉžใ ใฃใŸใญใ€‚ใฉใ‚“ใชๅคข่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใปใ‚“ใจๅ€‹ๆ€ง็š„ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚่ตทใ“ใ•ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅฝฑใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้ฃ›ใณ่ตทใใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ‚’้œ‡ใˆใชใŒใ‚‰่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅ‡„ใ„ๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใ—ใŸๆฐ—ๅˆ†......ใ‚ใฎๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใ€ใชใซใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚่‰ฏใ็œ ใ‚ŒใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ”ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„......ๆฌกใฏๆ—ฉใ่ตทใใพใ™......ๅฉใ‹ใชใ„ใงใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ“ใฎๅญๅ‡„ใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใฉใใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œๅฅด้šทใฎใƒ—ใƒญใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ‚“ใชใƒ—ใƒญใ ใ‚ˆใใ‚Œ......ใพใใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฉใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ—ใ€่ตทใ“ใ™ใพใงๅฏใฆใฆใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚“ใชๆ€ฏใˆใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ€ ๅคšๅˆ†ใšใฃใจๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€‚ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ไบบ้”ใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใงๅฅด้šทใ‚’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ้คŠใ‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใใ†ใ—ใŸใปใ†ใŒๅ•†ๅ“ไพกๅ€คใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใฃใฆๅฃฒใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ไธŠไธ‹้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚’ใฏใฃใใ‚Šใ•ใ›ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใชใ€ใพใใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“่ตทใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ™ใใซ่ตทใไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅญฆใƒฉใƒณ่ฒธใ—ใŸใพใพใ ใฃใŸใชใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆœใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ใใฎๅพŒใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰่กŒใฃใฆใ€ใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„็ณปใฎไพ้ ผใ‹ใชใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ๅƒ•้”ใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใซๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆ่ฒฐใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚ไธŠใ’ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ€ใพใšใฏๆœใ”้ฃฏใ ใญใ€‚่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€ไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ„ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆกใฃใŸใ‚Š้–‹ใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚่กจๆƒ…ใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆš—ใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ ใˆใƒผใจใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฏ......ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใ€่กŒใใ‚ˆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œ! ......ใฏใ„!ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ไผธในใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้€šใ‚Š็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใซใ€ใ‘ใฉๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใงๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใธ่กŒใใซใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅฎŸใฏๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆกใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ๅฅด้šทใซใชใ‚‹ๅญใฃใฆใใ†ใ„ใ†็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅƒ•ใง่‰ฏใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅนพใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚็น‹ใ„ใงใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ใ“ใฃใกใ‹ใ‚‰็น‹ใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆๅƒ•ๅฅณใฎๅญใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใ ใฎใฃใฆใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๅˆใ‚ใฆ? ใ†ใ‚ใ€็ทŠๅผตใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใช! ๆ€ใ‚ใš่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใฆใใŸ! ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚„ใพใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใฆ่€ƒใˆใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ไปŠใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช่ฆ–็ทšใŒใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฟƒใซๅˆบใ•ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’้™ใ‚Šใฆ่กŒใใจใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆ—ฆ้‚ฃใ•ใ‚“ใฎไฝœใฃใŸๆ–™็†ใ‚’ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซ้‹ใถใ ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใฃใฏใ‚ˆใƒผ! ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ๆœใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ”้ฃฏๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ“ใฎๅฎฟใฎๆœใ”้ฃฏใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ใƒ‘ใƒณใจใ‚ตใƒฉใƒ€ใ€ใ‚ใจใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใ ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆœๅผฑใ„ไบบใŒ้ฃŸในใซๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒๅคšใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆœใฏ้ฃŸๆใฎๅ‡บ่ฒปใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใŠใฃใจใ€ๅญไพ›ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‚‰ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆŒจๆ‹ถๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅญใซ่‚ฒใฆใชใ„ใจใญ! ๅƒ•ใฏ่‡ณๆฅต็œŸ้ข็›ฎใช้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใ‹ใ‚‰! ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๆŒจๆ‹ถๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใๅ‡บๆฅใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ›ฐใฃใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆŒจๆ‹ถใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‰ใ„ใžใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไฝใฎๅนด้ฝขใชใ‚‰็ตถๅฏพๆŒจๆ‹ถใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅญไพ›ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‚‰่ค’ใ‚ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆชๅฟƒใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚่ฆชใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใƒ†ใƒฌใƒ“ใงๅนธใ›ใใ†ใชๅฎถๆ—ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใŸใฎใ‚’็œŸไผผใ—ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚็Šฌใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฅฝใใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅญใ€ๅๅ‰ใฏใชใ‚“ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹ใ„ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ๅๅ‰ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่ค’ใ‚ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใŒ่ช‡ใ‚‰ใ—ใ’ใชใ‚“ใ ......ใ€ ใใ‚“ใช่ปฝๅฃใ‚’ๅฉใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซ็€ใใ€‚ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅบงใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใ—ใชใ„ใจๅฅด้šทๆ นๆ€งใฎๆŸ“ใฟใคใ„ใŸใ“ใฎๅญใฏๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๅบงใ‚‰ใชใใ†ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ„ใŸใ ใใพใ™ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃŸในๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ˜จๆ—ฅ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅƒ•ใŒ้ฃŸในๅง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใจ้ฃŸในใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€้ ทใ„ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‰ใซ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸๆ–™็†ใ‚’้ฃŸในๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใƒ‘ใƒณใ‚’ๅƒๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ๆ—ฉใๆ–™็†ใ‚’้ฃŸใน็ต‚ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใธ่กŒใใฎ? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆœใ‚’่ฒทใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰......ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œ็ขบใ‹ใซใšใฃใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆœใ˜ใ‚ƒๅซŒใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅ‚ทไป˜ใใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃโ˜†ใ€ ๆ™‚ใ€…ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใŒๅซŒใ„ใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใฃใฆๆ€ใ†ใปใฉ่พ›่พฃใช่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ๆ‚ชๆ„ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…จ็„ถๆ€’ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ†......่ƒธใซใ‚ฐใ‚ตใƒƒใจใใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็œŸไผผใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฎ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช็œผๅทฎใ—ใง็ฝตๅ€’ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ—ฅใซใฏใ€่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ ใ‚ใ€‚้–“้•ใˆใŸใ€็ซ‹ใก็›ดใ‚Œใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญ......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰่จ€ใฃใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใญใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใฏใใคใญใฃใฆๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใญใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญ......ๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใพใๅฅฝใใซๅ‘ผใถใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ•ใฆใ€่ฆ‹ใŸๆ‰€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚้ฃŸใน็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ๆœ่ฒทใ„ใซใ€‚ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ๆœใฃใฆไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใง่ฒทใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใงๅฃฒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใช? ๅฃฒใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญๆต็Ÿณใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆœใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใงๅฃฒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œๆœ? ็งใฎๅฐใ•ใ„้ ƒใฎๆœใชใ‚‰ไฝ™ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“? ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ€ ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ๆœไปฃๆตฎใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆŒใฃใฆใใŸใฎใฏ็ท‘่‰ฒไธญๅฟƒใฎๆœใงใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใƒ”ใƒƒใ‚ฟใƒชใฎใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฉฆใ—ใซ็€ใ›ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่Œถ้ซชใŒ่‰ฏใๆ˜ ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฉๅบฆใซใŠใ—ใ‚ƒใ‚Œใ ใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็ด ๆใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ€‚ ็ด ็›ดใซใใ†่ค’ใ‚ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ™ใใฃใŸใใ†ใซใ—ใฆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆœใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ“ใจใ ใ—ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ๆœใ‚’็€ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใฆใ€็€ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚ŠๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใŒไธ€็•ชใ—ใฃใใ‚Šใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็š„ใซ้˜ฒๅ…ทใจใ‹ใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใญใ€ใ‚ใฃใฆๅ›ฐใ‚‹็‰ฉใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๅฎฟใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ‰ใพใง้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใŒไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ ใ‹ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ๅƒ•ใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ็œ‹ๆฟใฎๆ–‡ๅญ—ใŒ่ชญใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅƒ•ใฃใฆ็ตๆง‹ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œ่€…ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็ชใฃๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใชใใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ขซๅฎณใŒ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไบ‹ๅ‰ใซ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎไธญใซใฏๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅผทใ„ไบบ้”ใŒใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใจใใฏๅผทๆฐ—ใง่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆ? ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใฆใใŸใ‚‰ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใš่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๅ…จๅŠ›ใงๅฉใใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ่‡ช็„ถใจๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใธใจๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ใซใ›ใšๅ—ไป˜ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎ็”ทใŒ็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚ฉใซไน—ใ‚Š็งปใฃใŸใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใฃใฆใใŸ็”ทใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ‹่ฆšใˆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ก”ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚„ใใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‰ใฎ่จ€ใ„ใŒใ‹ใ‚Šๅ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญ......ๅ‰ใซใŠๅ‰ใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ๆ”นใ‚ใฆ่จ€ใŠใ†ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ......ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‰ๅƒ•ใซๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ้’ๅนดใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏ่จ€ใ„ๅŒ…ใ‚ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็ดๅพ—ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใฏใพใŸ่จ€ใ„่ฒ ใ‹ใ—ใพใ™ใ‹ใ€‚ ใจใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใ€Œใ‚€......ใชใ‚“ใ ๅ›ใฏใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏๅญไพ›ใฎๆฅใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใž?ใ€ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ? ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ„ใ‚„ใชไบˆๆ„ŸใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ? ใˆใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ? ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ใ“ใฎใŸใพใชใ—้‡Ž้ƒŽใ€ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใซใ€้™ๅฏ‚ใŒ่จชใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ‚‚ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ้’ๅนดใ‚‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅ”–็„ถใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ„ใใชใ‚Šใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ? ็ขบใ‹ใซๅผทๆฐ—ใง่กŒใ‘ใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจ? ใ€Œใชใ€ไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ! ๅคฑ็คผใ ใž!ใ€ ้’ๅนดใŒๆˆ‘ใซ่ฟ”ใ‚Šใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ้…ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ๆ†คๆ…จใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚ญใƒƒใจ็›ฎๅฐปใ‚’ๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ›ดใซใใฎๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใ€ๅ–‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงใฃ! ใใ€่‡ญใ„ใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใใฏใฃ......!?ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ๅ›ใซไฝ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใŸใฃใŸๆ•ฐ็ง’ใงใใ‚“ใชใซไบบใฎๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŠ‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใฎ? ๅƒ•ใŒ่จ€ใฃใŸๅผทๆฐ—ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ‚ขใƒฌใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๆšด่จ€ใจใ‹ใ‚’ใ‚ตใƒฉใƒƒใจๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใง......ใ‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚ฉใซไน—ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใซใ‚„ใซใ‚„็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใŠ ๅ‰ ใฎ ไป• ๆฅญ ใ‹ ! ใ€Œๅ›......ๅƒ•ใซใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใชใฉ......่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹......!ใ€ ้’ๅนดใฏๅซŒใชๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆ‹ญใ็‚บใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’้ก”ใซใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ๅฐใ•ใชๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใฆใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใˆใ„ใฃ!ใ€ ้’ๅนดใฎ่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใฃใใ‚ŠๆฎดใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ”ใฃ......ใŠใฃ! ......ใŠใฃ......!!ใ€ ้’ๅนดใฏๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใ็›ด็ซ‹ใฎใพใพๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚็™ฝ็œผใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆ่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็—›ใใ†......ไธ‹่…น้ƒจใŒใใ‚…ใฃใฆใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ใใ‚…ใฃใฆใ€‚ๅ‘จใ‚Šใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆไฟฏใ„ใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๅ›้”ใฏใ‚ใฎ็—›ใฟใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใ ใฃใฆๅฐๅญฆ็”Ÿใฎ้ ƒใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใซ่นดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ๆญปใฌใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใž! ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜......ใ‚„ใ€ใ‚„ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ็ขบใ‹ใซใ‚„ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใญใ€‚ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆๆฎบใ‚‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚ฉใฎไธŠใง็ฌ‘ใ„่ปขใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฟƒๅบ•ๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚็„ก้‚ชๆฐ—ใฃใฆๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚“......ใ‚ˆใใ‚„ใฃใŸใญใ€ ้’ๅนดใซใฏๆ‚ชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๆ‚ชๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็ด”็ฒ‹ใงๅคฉ็„ถใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’็œŸใซๅ—ใ‘ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏไธๅนธใชไบ‹ๆ•…ใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ„ไบ‹ๆ•…ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่จฑใ—ใฆใกใ‚‡ใ†ใ ใ„ใ€‚ ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸ้’ๅนดใฎๆจชใ‚’้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไธ‹ใธใจใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใงๅฏพๅฟœใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚“ใซใกใฏใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ใใกใ‚‰ใฎๅญใฏๅฅด้šทใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ไธๆœใใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€‚ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐ่‰ฏใไพ้ ผๆ›ธใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅ†…ๅฎนใฏ่–ฌ่‰ใฎๆŽก้›†ใ€ๅ›ฝใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใ‚‹ไพ้ ผใ ใ€‚ๅค–ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰้ญ”็ฃใŒๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆฃฎใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใช? ้”ๆˆๆœŸ้™ใฏไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใงใ€ใƒŽใƒซใƒžใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใปใฉ้ซ˜ใใชใ„ใ€‚ใคใ„ใงใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใช? ใƒˆใƒ‰ใƒกใ ใ‘ๅˆบใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ๅ—ใ‘ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ๆœŸ้™ใฏไธ€้€ฑ้–“ๅพŒใงใ™ใญ......ใฃใจใ€ใใ‚Œใงใฏ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใฃใฆใใพใƒผใ™!ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฟ™ใ—ใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅนพใ‚‰ๅœฐ้ขใซๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆไบบใ‚’่ธใ‚“ใฅใ‘ใกใ‚ƒ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚
An airheaded girl. Dawn break, wake up by myself, I raise my body up. I'm originally a morning person, so just after waking up, my head would be immediately cleared and could be used to think about anything already. Since if I slept too long, I'll got a hit or kick from a mother like person, so I should wake up by myself before she did. When I look at my surrounding, there is Finia-chan who is sleeping likeDa character next to the pillow, and on the opposite side there is Lulu-chan who is sleeping while curling up. I just aware of it but wasn't Lulu-chan should be able to easily ran away like this? But since she didn't run away then that means, was it because she had been instructed this way? The servile character sure deeply attached right... well it's good that she's still here though. Descending the bed so that won't wake those two up, I do some stretching. Delightful *Pakipaki* sounds are resounded inside my body, I can feel my stiff muscles are loosening. After that, after I did a radio calisthenics-like exercise, my head, body and also eyes are completely awaken. "Well then...." When I looked at it, usually there would be only Finia-chan on the bed but, to see a cute girl like Lulu-chan there is sure refreshing. Her overly long hair is spread at the bed sheet. "Ear or tail... just how it felt? Should I try to ask for it some days, if possible I want to touch it." While saying that, I moved to wake them up. Finia-chan was always would be awaked by just poking her with my fingertip. At that time she would say some strange sleep-talking lines but, since that is amusing so I won't stop it. "Finia-chan." "Wh, what are you doing...! Stop it! Stop...! Ha, good morning Kitsune-san!" This time she said a somehow strained line huh. I don't know what she was dreaming about but, that is sure Finia-chan-like though. Then, I should wake Lulu-chan up too. When I think about that, I approach Lulu-chan. Then, when my shadow is covering her face, she abruptly jump at her feet as if frightened. Tightly embracing her body as if to protect it, and then raise her eyes to look at me while trembling. I feel like just done something very bad... that slave merchant, just what he had done? "Ah... good morning, Lulu-chan. Did you sleep properly?" "I, I am sorry... I'm going to wake up early next time... please don't hit me." "Ahaha, Finia-chan, this child is sure bothersome." "She is a pro slave right!" "What kind of pro is that... well, what is it, I'm not going to hit you, I don't mind if you overslept and woke up late so don't be so frightened like that." Perhaps she was always bracing herself right? Why did those slave traders didn't raise their slaves properly? Isn't by doing so their commodity's value would be raised and easier to sell, right? Did they put the hierarchical that strictly? Well, ah whatever. "Then Lulu-chan, can you get up?" "Yes...." After said that, Lulu-chan immediately get up. Come to think of it, she's still wearing my school uniform right? Let's go to buy a cloth for Lulu-chan today. Went to the guild after that, perhaps should I take a chore request? Since I also need to make Lulu-chan to get used to our livelihood after all, I also should increase her level. "Well, firstly is breakfast right? Let's go, both of you." "Yeah!" "...Yes." I can see Lulu-chan open up her arm as if to grasp something. She also looked somewhat gloomy. I think 'What's the matter?' and try to think about it a bit. Hmm, yesterday... ah, I see. "Come on, let's go Lulu-chan." "!...Yes!" I stretch my hand toward Lulu-chan. And then, she is still expressionless as usual but, she grab my hand with a very delighted ambiance. It's because yesterday I always hold her hand wherever we go after all, is she perhaps really happy to holding hands? It's because as a child who become a slave, such experience is unlikely to happen after all. If you're fine with me then I'll hold your hand no matter how many times it is. Or rather, I'm the one who want to hold your hand. Hmm? Could it be, is it my first time holding hand with a girl? Wow, I become nervous! I inevitably excited! "No problem, yup, I'm not thinking about anything fishy after all." Just now, Lulu-chan's pure gaze is piercing my heart. When we descending the stair, Ayla-san who is preparing the meal, said that. Even if I say preparing, she is just carrying the food which have been cooked by her husband to the table though. "Good morning, Ayla-san." "Morning! Today is also a good morning right!" "Yes, the breakfast is ready." This inn's breakfast is always contained by bread and salad, and also soup. That is, since there are many people who are weak at morning, it seems that is to suppress breakfast's ingredients expenses. Oops, since I've got a child, I must raise her into a child who's able to properly greet people! Since I'm a very diligent youth after all! "Lulu-chan, can you do a greeting?" "...Good, morning." "You did it well." "Yes, good morning." She looked somewhat embarrassed but, Lulu-chan was properly greet her. Admirable, when I was at Lulu-chan's age, I absolutely never do any greeting though. Nonetheless, when a child was able to do something, praising them is parental affection right? I'm not her parent though. For now, I try to imitate what a happy looking family at some TV show do and gently caress Lulu-chan's head. Is it perhaps because she's a dog, Lulu-chan seems very happy when her head is being petted. "This child, what's her name?" "Lulu-chan." "Lulu-chan right, what a cute name." "Right? It's okay to praise more you know." "Why are you the one who's boasting...." While joking like that, we finally arrived at our table. Of course I ask Lulu-chan to sit there. Otherwise with her servile character, she won't ever sit at the table as mine after all. We start eating after said itadakimasu. Is it because I've said that yesterday, as expected she won't eat before I start to eat mine but, with a nod she start to eat the food which are placed before her. Even while tearing off some bread for Finia-chan, I nimbly finished my meal. "Today, are we going to go somewhere? Kitsune-san!" "Yes, after bought a clothes for Lulu-chan...I intended to go to the guild." "Always wearing Kitsune's cloth is indeed unpleasant after all, right?" "Yes, that's indeed right but... somehow that hurt me." "Ahaha." Sometimes Finia-chan would say something harsh to the point I thought that is she perhaps hate me or something. Since I can't feel any malice from it so I can't get angry but, like... it's just as if there is something piercing my heart. What if Lulu-chan is imitating your behavior? At the time I was scorned by her pure gazes, I might got excited you know. Ah I make a mistake, I might won't be able to recover you know. "Kitsune....?" "Hmm? Ah, come to think of it, I haven't said my name right? My name is Kitsune." "Kitsune... sama." "Yes, well, you could just call me whatever you want." Well then, seems like Lulu-chan also has finished her meal, perhaps we should get going soon right? To buy a cloth. Or rather, where do I buy a cloth? Is weapon shop selling it? As expected they won't selling it right. "Say, Ayla-san, I want to buy a cloth for Lulu-chan but... where is it sold at?" "Cloth? Since I still have my cloth at the time I was still a kid, do you want it?" "Eh, really? Then, with a pleasure." Hooray, we get a cloth. The cloth which Ayla-san bought is a green colored cloth, the size is perfectly match for Lulu-chan. When I ask her to try putting it on, her light brown hair is looked pretty. It is moderately fashionable, and Lulu-chan herself is originally very cute. When I honestly praise her like that, she looked somewhat embarrassed. "Well then, since we have obtained the cloth, let's go to the guild." Receiving my school uniform back from Lulu-chan who has wear a proper cloth, I put it on. Yup, as I thought my school uniform is the most fitting. Since status wise I don't need anything like armor after all, but wearing it isn't something bothering though. While thinking about that, we left the inn. * * * After walked for a while from the inn, I brought along Lulu-chan till guild's entrance. I haven't explained it but, it seems Lulu-chan is properly understand what kind of place it is, perhaps unlike me, she is able to read the guild's signboard. Ah, come to think of it, since I'm quite a hated person so there are people who might charge toward us. I should tell her beforehand so that she won't become a victim here. "Here, there are many people who are stronger than me. I also think that there would be someone who would come to talk to you, at that time you should stay strong no matter what happen. If there's someone who lay a hand on you, at once hit his groin as hard as you can, understand?" "Yes." Yup, with this there should be no problem right. Opening the guild's door, I step my leg forward. I enter it while leading Lulu-chan by hand, adventurers' gazes are naturally turned toward me. I keep walking toward receptionist without minding about it. And then, there's a sole man who's standing in my way. Finia-chan is transferring to Lulu-chan's shoulder, and I look up at the man who stand in my way. A face which I remember. "Yo, aren't you the one who falsely accused me some time ago." "Kitsune... about the thing I've said to you before, I'll say it again." "You are, a failure as an adventurer... right?" The one who come as if to despise me is, a young E rank adventurer who previously said that I was a failure as an adventurer. At that time I've nicely wheedled him but, as expected he couldn't consent with that right. Here, should I confute him again. Wha, huh? "Hmm... what's up with you, this isn't a place for a kid you know?" Somehow Lulu-chan is taking a step ahead. What's the matter? Somehow I feel a bad premonition about it though. Eh, what's the matter? "Sh, shut up, you ball-less bastard." Inside the guild, silence is spreaded. The adventurers, receptionist girls, also the youth in front of me, everyone are dumbfounded by Lulu-chan's words. What's the meaning of this? What happen to Lulu-chan so suddenly? Indeed I've said to stay strong but, is it like that? "Wha, what did you say! That's rude you know!" The youth is back to his sense, while being delayed by Lulu-chan's word, he shout. And then, Lulu-chan is raising the corner of her eyes, and open her mouth up again. "Shut up, don't talk to me! Guh, it stinks....!" "Guha...!?" Lulu-chan, just what happen to you? With just several seconds to be able to gouge a person's heart up? The thing I said about stay strong is that, to forthrightly ward off when someone said some thoughtless remark.... Ah, Finia-chan who is at Lulu-chan's shoulder is smirking. So it's your evil deed huh! "You... to say something like that to me... do you think you could just slip by like that...!" The youth is wiping the unpleasant sweat at his face with his hand. And then, as if she has thought about something, Lulu-chan is raising her small fist overhead. "E, ei!" And then hit that youth groin with all her strength. "Ugh....u! .....u.....!!" The youth is collapsed. That is, he vigorously collapsed vertically while standing. With a white eyes, he hold his groin. Seems like hurt... my abdomen is stinging, sting. Even the surrounding adventurers are also hung their head while holding their groin. Do you not understand that pain? Even me, at my grade school time, when I was kicked by a girl from my class, I thought that I would die you know! "Kitsune-sama... I, I did it." What just you did? You're indeed did it. Not did it but hit it though. I feel fear from the depth of my heart toward Finia-chan who is laughing at Lulu-chan's shoulder. Innocent is sure frightening. "Y, yes... you did well." I feel bad to that youth but, Lulu-chan didn't has any ill intent. She is just pure and a bit airhead, that's why she take what I said seriously. This is a misfortune accident, yup, a sad accident. So please let it off. Passing through the youth who is collapsed, we finally arrived at Mia-chan's place. When Mia-chan see Lulu-chan, she talks to me with her business smile. "Good morning Kitsune-sama, does the child there is a slave?" "Yes, her name is Lulu-chan. She's cute right?" She looked somewhat dissatisfied but, well whatever. Taking a request, Finia-chan is bringing a request at a nice timing. The content is to gather medical herbs, a request which located at outside the country. Since it is at outside, there's a possibility that a magical beast may appeared but, since we have no intention to come near the forest, and Finia-chan is also with us so there should be no problem right? The time limit is one week, and the quota isn't that much. Perhaps, should we use this chance to raise Lulu-chan's level up? Since her level would be still increased even if we just let her to do the finishing blow after all. "Then, we'll take this." "Yes, the time limit is one week right... okay, then please do your best." "Kay, well then!" "We're going!" Holding Lulu-chan's hand, we left the guild. Seems like we would get busy. Hey Lulu-chan, no matter even if that person is collapsed on the floor, you shouldn't tread on him you know.
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ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซๅˆฐ็€ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‡ชใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฌๅ–šไธปใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ‰€ๅฑžใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใฎ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็Ž‰ๅบงใฎ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใฏๅ‡ชใจ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใ€ใใ—ใฆๅทซๅฅณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎไธ‰ไบบใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‡ชใฏๅ‡„ใๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏใ‚‚ใ†่ชฐใ‚‚ๅคชๅˆ€ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„็จ‹ใซๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ ใ‘ใชใ‚‰่ฟฝ้šๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ๅคšใใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝผใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ†ใ™ใ ใ‘ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ“ใ‚ŒใปใฉๅผทใใชใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ๅฎŸใฏ้ฉšๆ„•ใซๅ€คใ—ใ€ใพใŸใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎ่ณ‡่ณชใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใ‚‚ๆฐ‘่ก†ใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใจไฟก้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€้ ƒๅˆใ„ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚ใใ‚ใ€้ญ”็Ž‹่จŽไผใฎ็‚บใฎๆ—…ใซๅ‡บใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉ......็ขบใ‹ใซใšใฃใจใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงๅผ•ใ็ฑ ใฃใฆใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ—ใชใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚€ใ€ๆ—…ใซใฏใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใฆๆ•ฐๅๅพกไพ›ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฎฟใซใฏๆˆฆใ„ใฎๆŠ€่ก“ใ—ใ‹ๅญฆใฐใ›ใฆใŠใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ—…ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใฏใชใ„ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ้ขใง่ฃœๅŠฉๅฝนใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซๅฟ…่ฆใ ใชใ€ ใใ†ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆ้ญ”็Ž‹่จŽไผใซๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„้ ƒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ€ไปฒ้–“ใจๅ…ฑใซใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใฎไฝใพใ†ๆš—้ป’ๅคง้™ธใซ่กŒใ‹ใญใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅฝผใฎๅฝน็›ฎใงใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅฝผใฎๅ”ฏไธ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใธๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผใฏใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ใ ใจใ‹ใ€ๅฝน็›ฎใ ใจใ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ‚ใใพใงใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใฏๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใ‚’ๆ•‘ใ†ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่‹ฆใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใ€…ใ‚’ๆ•‘ใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ•‘ใ„ใŸใ„ใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‡บ็™บใฏๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆ—…ใฎๆ”ฏๅบฆใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ‚‹ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฎฟใ‚’ๆ‰‹ไผใฃใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œ่ฉฑใฏไปฅไธŠใ ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฎฟ......ๆ”นใ‚ใฆใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ้ ผใ‚€ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚......ๅ…จๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅฐฝใใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใŒ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ€ๅ‡ชใŒใใ‚Œใซ่ƒธใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆๅฟœใˆใŸใ“ใจใง่ฉฑใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅ’Œใ‚„ใ‹ใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๅ ดใซๆผ‚ใ†ใ€‚้ก”ใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใŸ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใจๅ‡ชใฎ็›ฎใŒๅˆใ„ใ€ๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธๅˆฐ็€ใ—ใŸๅƒ•้”ใฏใ€ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ไบบ้”ใซไพ้ ผๆ›ธใธใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ‚ใชใ„ใจๅ ฑ้…ฌใŒ่ฒฐใˆใชใ„ใฃใฆใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ในใ่ญท่ก›ใ—ใฆใใŸๅฅด้šทๅ•†ไบบ้”ใจๅˆฅใ‚Œใฆใ€ไปŠใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใ‚‚ไธ€็ท’ใ ใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใงใ€่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใช่ก—ไธฆใฟใฎไธญ้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ ‚ใ€…ใจๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ้…ทใใ†ใฃใจใŠใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใงใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏๅฅด้šทใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Š่‰ฏใ„ๆ€ใ„ใฏใ—ใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๅค–ใ›ใฐๅฅด้šทใซใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๅคงไบ‹ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ‹่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใญ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ๆœ‰ๅใชใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใฎใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใฏใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฏไฝ“้ขไธŠๅฅด้šทใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใƒผ......ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€็‡ƒใ‚„ใ™?ใ€ ใ€Œๅพ…ใฃใฆใ€ใใ“ใซ่‡ณใ‚‹ใฎๆ—ฉใ„ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ‚‚็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใŸใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฏ็‡ƒใ‚„ใ™ไธป็พฉใชใฎใ‹ใ€็ตๆง‹ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ‚‚็‡ƒใ‚„ใใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏใ‚ดใƒผใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ„ใฎใฏๅฑฑใ€…ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ“ใงใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ไฝ™่จˆใซ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ็—›ใใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ๆˆฆ้—˜่ทใฐใฃใ‹ใ ใญใ‡ใ€‚ใƒžใƒƒใƒใƒงใซๅฅณๅ‰ฃๅฃซใ€้จŽๅฃซใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ—......ๆˆฆ้—˜็‹‚ใซใจใฃใฆใฎๆกƒๆบ้ƒทใจใฏ่‰ฏใ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ่จ€ใ„ใ ใ—ใŸใฎใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใฃใ‘? ๆต็Ÿณใ ใญๅƒ•ใ€ ใ€Œ่‡ช็”ป่‡ช่ณ›ใซใ‚‚็จ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใญ! ๆต็Ÿณใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ๅ™จใŒๅฐใ•ใ„!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ“ใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎ่‡ช็”ป่‡ช่ณ›ใ‚‚่ชใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‚ชๆ…‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข็ฏ€ใŒๅพฉๆดปใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎ้™บๆ‚ชใช้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚‚ไธ€ๆ—ฆใฏ่ฝใกใคใ„ใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚ŠใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใจใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฉใ“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไธ€ๅฟœๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๅฑ…ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๆกˆๅ†…ใ‚’้ ผใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใชใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ‚ใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒไธๅฎ‰ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญคๅ‡ฆใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚‰ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ็€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆไบŒๅ›žใ‚Šใใ‚‰ใ„ๅคงใใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚็œ‹ๆฟใซๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€Žๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ€ใ ใ—ใ€ใ“ใ“ใงๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่ค’ใ‚ใฆ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใจ่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšไบบๅทฎใ—ๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅฃใซ็ชใฃ่พผใ‚“ใงใŠใ„ใŸใ€‚ไธŠๆฉŸๅซŒใซ่ˆใ‚ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใใ†ใงๆ€–ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ•ฐ็ง’ใงๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใใ€‚ ไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใจๅŒใ˜ๆง˜ใซไธญใซใ„ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใธใจๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎๆ™‚ใจใฏๆฏ”ใน็‰ฉใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ“ๅฎšใ‚ใฎ็›ฎ็ทšใŒ็ชใๅˆบใ•ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใใ‚Œใ—ใ‹่„ณใŒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ“ใ„ใคใ‚‰ใฏใจๆ€ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ ใ‘ใ“ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฏใ‚ญใƒ„ใ‚คใชใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ๆ€ฏใˆใชใ„ใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅˆฅใซๅ–ใฃใฆ้ฃŸใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใชใ......ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅ…จๅ“กใŒใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใงใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใซใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฎŸๅŠ›่€…้”ใ ใž? ๅฏงใ‚ใŠๅ‰ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ ‚ใ€…ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๆ–นใŒใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใชใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚ใใ“ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๅฅณใฎไบบใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใฉใ†ใซใ‚‚ๆ€ฏใˆ่…ฐใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไธญใซใ„ใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅฅณใฎไบบใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ใใฎๅฅณใฎไบบใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅฅณๆ€งใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใฎใŒ็–‘ๅ•ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใงๅƒ•้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Š่ƒธใŒใชใ„ใ ใ‚?ใ€ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒใƒ”ใ‚ทใƒชใจๅ›บใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅพŒใง็ŸฅใฃใŸใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใŒๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏๅฝผๅฅณ้”ใฎ็ซ‹ใกๅ ดใงๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใฏๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข้”ใฎไธญๅคฎใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰‰ใ‹ใ‚‰็œŸใฃใ™ใ้€ฒใ‚“ใ ๅ…ˆใฎๅธญใ ใ€‚ใใ“ใฏไธ€็•ชไบบๆฐ—ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใ‚จใƒผใ‚นๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ‚’็ฝฎใใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงไธ€็•ชไบบๆฐ—ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ ใฃใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไปŠๅ›žๅƒ•ใŒๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸใฎใ‚‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅŒใ˜ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€ๆ‰‰ใ‹ใ‚‰็œŸใฃใ™ใ้€ฒใ‚“ใ ๅ…ˆใฎใ‚จใƒผใ‚นๅธญใซๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญใ ใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ไบบๆฐ—ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใฎๅญใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่ƒธใŒๅฐใ•ใ„ใจ่จ€ใ„ๆ”พใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒๅ›บใพใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใ€็ดๅพ—ใฎไบ‹ๆ…‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใใ€ๅพŒใง็ŸฅใฃใŸใ“ใจใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠๆ›ดไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ไฝ•ใ“ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—?ใ€ ใ€Œ้ฆฌ้นฟ! ใใคใญใ€ๅฅณๆ€งใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่ƒธใŒๅฐใ•ใ„ใจใ‹่จ€ใ†ใช!ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ......ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆฐ—ใ‚’็ด›ใ‚‰ใ‚ใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใญ?ใ€ ้™ใพใ‚Šใ‹ใˆใฃใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใฎไธญใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ‚‡ใ‚ใใ‚‡ใ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่€ณๆ‰“ใกใงๆณจๆ„ใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚ๆˆ็จ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ•ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅฐใ•ใ„ใฎใฏ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅˆฅใซ่ฒงไนณใฃใฆ่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œใทใฏใฃ......ใทใฃใ€ใตใตใตใตใต......! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€่‰ฏใใ‚„ใฃใŸใญ......!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่‚ฉใงใŠ่…นใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใ‚’่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅƒ•ใฏ้–“้•ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๅ—ไป˜ๆธˆใพใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚ˆใƒผใ€็ง้ฃฝใใฆใใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ......ใตใ‚......ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไปŠใฏ้€šๅธธๆ™‚ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆฌ ไผธใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใพใ่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใฎ้–“ใ€ไปฎ็œ ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใงๅๅˆ†ใซๅฏใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„3ๆ—ฅ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€ๅฏไธ่ถณใงใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้™ใพใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใŸ็ฉบๆฐ—ใฎไธญใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒ‹ใ‚ณใจๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅ‰ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ•ใฃใใฎๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸๅญใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎใƒผ่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใฎ้”ๆˆๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ‚ใฎใ€ไพ้ ผใฎ้”ๆˆๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ใ€ ใ€Œ้”ๆˆใฆใคใ€ ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‹่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใซใ—ใฆไธ‰ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใ—ใ‹็ญ”ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็›ฎใŒ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใซไผผใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฎๅ ดๅˆๅ…จ็„ถๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใฏๆ€’ใฃใฆใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่‹›ใ€…ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ไธŠๅธใซใ‚ปใ‚ฏใƒใƒฉใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ‹? ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹่‹›ใ€…ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใฏใƒ‡ใƒชใ‚ฑใƒผใƒˆใช้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ่งฆใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใƒ€ใƒก!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใจ็”Ÿ็†ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ‚“ใช่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ„ใใชใ‚Š็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅญใŒ็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ไฟฏใ„ใฆ้ก”ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€่‚ฉใŒ้œ‡ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็”Ÿ็†ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ—ใพใฃใŸใชใƒผใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใจใ“็„ก้ “็€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไพ‹ใˆใใ†ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚็”Ÿ็†ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใกใ‚ƒ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ๆ‚ชๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ่จฑใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใซใ‚ญใƒฌใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ‰ใ‰ใ‰ใ‰ใŠใŠใŠใŠ!!!!!ใ€ ใ€Œใถใตใฃ!?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใŒ่ฌใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ„ใใชใ‚Š่ฆ–็•ŒใŒๅ›žใฃใŸใ€‚็—›ใฟใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉ้ก”้ขใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ„Ÿ่งฆใจใ€ๅบŠใซๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸๆ„Ÿ่งฆใŒ็Šถๆณใ‚’็†่งฃใ•ใ›ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใพใพไธŠใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใ‚’้ฃ›ใณ่ถŠใˆใฆๅƒ•ใฎไธ‹ใธๆฅใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใ„ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒ็พฝไบคใ„็ท ใ‚ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚„ใ‚“ใกใ‚ƒใชๅญใ ใชใใ€ ๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅญใฏๅ‡„ใๅฐๆŸ„ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่ƒŒใŒไฝŽใ„ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่ƒธใฏๅฐใ•ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅทจไนณใ ใ€‚ ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ใ€ๅทจไนณใƒญใƒชใชๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅญใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใจใ‚“ใ ใŠใฆใ‚“ใฐๅจ˜ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใ‚ญใƒฌใฆๆฎดใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใจใฏไธญใ€…ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ๅญใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ใชใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฃใฆไบบใ‚’ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎไธŠๆ‰‹ใ„ใญใฃโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใจๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใฟใฆใ‚‚ๆ‚ชๆ„ๆบ€ใ€…ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญโ™ก ใใ‚“ใชใใคใญๅ›ใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใƒโ™กใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐปใ‚‚ใกใ‚’็€ใ„ใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใฎๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃใซใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใ‚“ใง่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใซใฏๅ…จใ้žใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใชใœใ‹็š†ๆ€’ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚้ฃ›ใ‚“ใ ็ฝ้›ฃใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใซใธใ‚‰ใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆŠฑใไป˜ใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ„ใฎใง็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใฃใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅ‰ฅใŒใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฝใกไป˜ใ‘! ่ฝใกไป˜ใ‘ใฃใฆใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ็ขบใ‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ‚ขใƒฌใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉๆ‚ชๆฐ—ใฏใญใ‡ใฃใฆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ‚ˆ! ๅคงไธˆๅคซ! ๅ…จ็„ถ่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใชใ„ใฃใฆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ! ใใคใญใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใ‚“ใ ! ่จฑใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚Œ!ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผ!! ใตใƒผ!!ใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ็”ท2ไบบใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ3ไบบๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚ŠใงใƒซใƒผใƒŠใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅญใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไธญใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎไธ‹ใธใจๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใŸใฎใชใ‚‰่ฌใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใคใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ€’ใ‚Šใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใใฎใพใพใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใฎใ‚’ไธ€ๆ—ฆๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚่ฉฑใ‚’่žใๆฐ—ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ็พฝไบคใ„็ท ใ‚ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๆ‹˜ๆŸใ‚’่งฃใใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใฉใ†่ฝใกใคใ„ใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ๆ‚ชๆฐ—ใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€่จฑใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ’ใถใฃ!ใ€ ใˆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆๅƒ•ใชใฎ? ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ‘ใƒผๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใฎๆ‹ณใซ้กŽใ‚’ๆ‰“ใกใ‚ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚ŠใฎๅจๅŠ›ใซ่บซไฝ“ใŒ็ฉบไธญใซๆตฎใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚็—›ใฟใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€่ฆ–็•ŒใŒใใ‚‰ใคใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš่ฆ–็•ŒใŒใใ‚‰ใคใใ‘ใฉๆ„่ญ˜ใฏใฏใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่ฝใกใฆใ„ใไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ€ไธก่ถณใง็€ๅœฐใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใˆใƒผใจใ€ใ‚ใ‚ๅƒ•ใ‹......ใใฃใ‹ใใฃใ‹ๅƒ•ใ‹......ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใฏใ‚ใ‚“ใชใงใ‹ใ„ใ ใ‘ใฎๅฅณใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใชใ„ใ—!ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ‚ˆ! ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅฅดใซ็งใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใชใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅญใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใƒฉใ‚คใƒใƒซๆ„่ญ˜ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขๅŒๅฃซใ€็ซถใ„ๅˆใ†ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ๅ—ใ‘ไป˜ใ‘ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๆ•ฐใจใ‹ใ€ไบบๆฐ—ใจใ‹......ใพใใใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšไธ€ใค่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒ็พŽไบบใงๅทจไนณใ ใ‚ใ€ ็žฌ้–“ใ€ๅฐใ•ใชๆ‹ณใŒ่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใฏใใ“ใง้€”็ตถใˆใŸใ€‚
Anywhere, Receptionists Are All The Same. The moment Kitsune arrived at Grandile Kingdom, the hero, Nagi, was standing before the one who ordered the summoning of him into this world, the king of this country. Even though they were at the throne room, there was no other person than the king; the hero, Nagi; and the Miko, Cecil. Compared to the moment when he was first summoned to this world, Nagi had become far stronger. So strong to the point there was no one who could match him at this country. Statuses-wise, there were several people who were comparable to him, but as a hero, he had an ability to overwhelm all of them. With the fact of his capability of becoming such strong in just a week time, combined with his nature, he received trust and hope from the citizens. That was why, right now was the suitable time. "Don't you think, it's almost the time you need to begin your journey to subjugate the demon lord." "Hmm, I see... indeed, I can't stay inside this country for a too prolonged time, after all... got it, your highness." "Good... including Cecil, take some people as your companions. Hero-dono, you've only been learning about the way to fight, and I think you aren't too knowledgeable about Journeying, so I think having them would make this journey a bit easier for you, right?" "Ah, thank you. Seems like I do need it" Right, it was almost the time the hero departed on his journey to subjugate the demon lord. Putting the preparation in order, then left this country along with his companions. He had to go the Dark Continent where demons and demon lord resided. That was his duty, that was the way to return to his former world. However, he never thought it such. He never thought it as his duty nor his way to return to his former world. He did it simply because he thought that he had the ability to save people, there were many people who were suffering because of the demon lord, that was why he wanted to save them. "The departure is tomorrow, today, you shall make your preparation for this journey. Cecil, assist Hero-dono." "Understood." "That's all I have to say, Hero-dono... I'll say it once again, please save this world." "...yes... I'll save it with all I have." The king bowed his head, Nagi answered him with while puffing out his chest, with that the conversation ended and silence submerged in that room. Rising his face, the King met his eyes with Nagi's, and then he floated a smile. * * * Arriving at Grandile Kingdom, we asked the slave merchant to sign our request application. Mia-chan said it after all, that if they didn't sign it then we won't be able to receive the reward. After that, separating ourselves from the slave traders, we go toward this country's guild. By the way, woman B is together with us. Holding hand with Lulu-chan, I walk through this lively street. Rishe-chan and Leila-chan are boldly walking, but as far as I'm concerned, I feel that the gazes that are sent toward Lulu-chan are very irritating. It didn't happen at Miniera, but seems like slaves really aren't well received in this country. If I take her choker off then she won't look like a slave, but since it seems like very precious to Lulu-chan so I can't take it off, though. "Somehow, I feel like we're being stared at a lot! Could it be you're famous even here, Kitsune-san?!" "No no no, the one being stared at is Lulu-chan, you know? We don't think her as such, but appearance-wise, Lulu-chan is a slave, after all...." "I see, should I burn them?" "Wait, it's still too early to take that conclusion." Finia-chan wants to burn anything, or perhaps she only wants to burn anything she displeased with, either way she's simply going to burn anything, though. Well, I do feel like I want to give her green light, but if she does it here then it would only increase the gazes further so I hope she doesn't do it, though. "Nonetheless... no matter where I look, warmongers are everywhere, huh. There's even a macho female knight, after all... the epitome of the Eden of warmongers sure suits it well." "The one that named it as such was you, though, Kitsune-san." "Is that so? As expected of me." "There's a limit of self-praise, you know?! As expected of Kitsune-san, so intolerant!" "Ah, you even won't let self-praise at this level, huh." Finia-chan's like abusive language has revived. Her bad relation with Leila-chan seems like has considerably calmed down, so perhaps that's why she has slightly returned to her usual self, I think. Oops, where's the guild, I wonder? I asked Leila-chan to guide us there since it seems like she used to live here, but will it be alright, I wonder? Honestly speaking, I'm very anxious, though. "Here we are." "Ah, yes." When I think about it, seems like we properly arrive there. It's about twice as large as Miniera's guild. But, since the letter at the signboard is the usual 'Adventurer Guild' character, so I think it's really here, right? Leila-chan is looking at me with eyes asking for praise, so I thrust my index finger to her mouth. She happily licks it, but since she might accidentally bites it off so I pull my finger back after several seconds. Saying so, I open the guild's door. When we enter it, similarly like at Miniera's guild, all the gazes of adventurers are all gathered at us. I feel that the assessment gazes here are comparably higher than at Miniera. Honestly speaking, I thought that they were nothing but muscle-head, though. "Th, these gazes are a bit too heavy, I think." "You don't need to be so frightened like that, Rishe-chan. It isn't like they're going to catch and bite you, you know?" "But... everyone here are all considered as top class at Miniera, you know? Or rather, it's way more strange for an H rank like you to boldly walk under these gazes." "Then, try to look there, at that girl." Rishe-chan is seemingly very frightened, so I point my finger at one of the receptionist girl, and then Rishe-chan shifts her gaze toward that girl. Noticing that I'm pointing at her, the receptionist girl is looking at us with a dubious expression. "Her chest isn't nearly as big as Mia-chan's, right?" The air inside the guild is suddenly frozen. This is something I will know later, but it seems like the seating order of the receptionist are decided by their position. Mia-chan's seat was at the center point of the receptionist's seat, that means a seat straight through the entrance. That's the seat of the most popular receptionist, the so called Ace receptionist, that means, Mia-chan is the most popular receptionist at Miniera's guild. And then, the one I'm currently pointing at is the girl that sits at the same seat as Mia-chan, Ace seat that is located straight through entrance. That means, the most popular receptionist at this Grandile's guild, and I also say that her chest is small. So it should be a matter of course if the air is frozen. Well, that's something I'll know later so there's nothing I can do about it right now, though. "...hmm? What's up with this atmosphere?" "Idiot! Kitsune, you must not say something like her chest is small toward a girl!" "Well... look, it was to restore your spirit, you know?" Inside the frozen air, I float my usual faint smile and looking at my surroundings, and then Rishe-chan whispers and warn me as such. Ah, I see, so that's the case. But, you see, it's as clear as day that her chest is smaller than Mia-chan's, and I also didn't say that her chest is small either, so it should be fine, right? "Pfft... fufufufu...! Kitsune-san, good job...!" And then, Finia-chan who is laughing while holding her stomach at my shoulder praises me. As I thought, I did nothing wrong. "For now, let's go to the receptionist immediately~, I'm getting tired... fua...." Then, the normal Leila-chan says so while yawning. Well, along the guarding request, we didn't get decent sleep for three days, so it can't be helped if she lacks of sleep. And so, inside this frozen air, I walk toward the receptionist girl that is floating business smile. The girl I pointed at before. "Umm, please process the completion of the guarding request." "No, um, please process the completion of the request." "Completion procedure" Not good, somehow my words won't go through. And she even only answered with not more than four characters. What happens, I wonder? She floats a smile but her eyes aren't smiling, similarly like the one Mia-chan once did, but this girl isn't scary at all. That means, perhaps she isn't angry. Could it be, is she irritated, I wonder? Or perhaps, did she get harassed by her superior, I wonder? "Finia-chan, somehow she seems like is irritated, but... do you know why?" "Kitsune-san, girls have subtle parts on them, you know! And those are something you must not ever touch!" "Ah, umm... sorry." "I'm sure she is in her period!" When we're chatting about it, the receptionist before me suddenly rises from her seat. She is hanging her head so I can't see her face, but her shoulders are quivering. Ah, she must be shy because just now Finia-chan said that she's in her period. How troublesome, Finia-chan is pretty careless in those parts, after all. "Finia-chan, even if that's really the case, you shouldn't say it lout that she's in her period, you know...." "Ah." "Sorry, Missy, she meant no ill intent, so please forgive her." "I'M MAD AT YOOUUUUU!!!!" "Bufu!?" When I'm apologizing, my field of vision suddenly takes a turn. I don't feel any pain, but from the sensation of hitting floor and the sensation of lying on the floor, I can somehow grasp the situation. Seems like I just got hit. Still lying on the floor, I look up, I can see the receptionist girl jumps over the counter and coming my way, and then Rishe-chan and some other adventurers try to stop her. I sit upright. "...what a brute girl." Since she was always sitting so I didn't realize it, but this receptionist girl is very petite. Perhaps, even a bit shorter than Lulu-chan. Her chest is small compared to Mia-chan's, but for her build, it is considerably big. The so called big-boobed loli. Moreover she's seemingly quite a wild one, to hit when she's angry, what an interesting girl. "Kitsune-kun, Kitsune-kun." "What's up, Leila-chan?' "You sure are skilled at offending people, right, Kitsune-kun?" "No no, she was just arbitrarily angry when I talked to her, you know?" "No matter how you look at it, it's all bad mouth, though. But I also love such Kitsune-kun." Leila-chan chan squats and then talks to me who am sitting on the floor. I think I've never did anything wrong, but everyone were somehow angry at me. What a stray disaster. Saying so, Leila-chan hugs me while smiling. That's troublesome, so I stand up and shake Leila-chan off. "Calm down! Calm down, Runa-chan! He sure is a bit that, but he has no ill intent!" "He's right! You're cute, Runa-chan! Don't worry! You aren't inferior at all!" "That's right! Kitsune is always like that! So please forgive him!" "Fu-! Fu-!" Two male adventurers and Rishe-chan, when the three of them are trying to stop the receptionist named Runa, I walk toward her. If we make someone angry, we have to apologize, after all. I stand before Runa-chan. And then, Runa-chan immediately stops her struggle, but her face still looks as angry as it is. Seems like she's going to listen to what I'm going to say, right? Noticing that, the adventurers that are restraining her are unfastening their constraint. "Please calm yourself down, Finia-chan really had no ill intent, you know? So please forgive her." "Gebu!" Eh, not Finia-chan but me? Her uppercut punch hits my jaw, and when my body is sent flying from the force, I think so. For now, my field of vision is unsteady, but since my thought is still plain clear, so I calmly correct my posture, and then landing with both of my legs. "...um, at me, huh... I see, at me, huh...." "I won't lose to such big only woman!" "Do you mean, Mia-chan?" "That's right! There's no way I would lose to such person!" Seems like this girl takes Mia-chan as her rival. As a fellow receptionist, is there any kind of competition, I wonder? Like, how many adventurers that take request through her, or perhaps popularity... well, I don't particularly care about such a thing, but at least there's something I need to tell her. "No no, no matter how you look at it, Mia-chan is way more beautiful and her boobs are also way bigger, right?" At that moment, a small fist appears at my field of view, and my consciousness faded there.
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ๅœฐ้ขใŒ่ตค้ป’ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ–็•ŒใŒใผใ‚„ใ‘ใฆใ€่ถณใŒๆฃ’ใฎๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ‹•ใ‹ใšใ€ไปŠใพใงไฝ“้จ“ใ—ใŸไบ‹ใฎใชใ„ๆง˜ใชไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€‚ ๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‹ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰่ป‹ใ‚€ๆง˜ใช้ŸณใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ้–“้•ใ„ใชใใ€ๅฆๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ไฝ™ๅœฐ็„กใใ€่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ๆฑบๅฎš็š„ใซใ€้™็•Œใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใงไฝ‡ใ‚€็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€ๅๅ‰ใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใฏใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซไธ€ๆ–น็š„ใชๅ‹่ฒ ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใฎๆ”ป้˜ฒใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใจใฎ้–“ใซใ‚ใฃใŸๅœงๅ€’็š„้€Ÿๅบฆใฎๅทฎใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ๆŽ ใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใšใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฏพๅฟœใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ‚‰ๆ”ฏ้šœ็„กใๅฏพๅฟœๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ€ๅ–ใ‚‹ใซ่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใฃใŸๅƒ•ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใฎใพใพๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅฉใใ€‚ใ„ใคใ—ใ‹ๆงใ™ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใฃ่พผใ‚ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ใใฎๆ‹ณใงๅฉใ็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็™ฝใ„ใƒ‰ใƒฌใ‚นใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ฟ”ใ‚Š่ก€ใงๆ‰€ใ€…่ตคใๆŸ“ใพใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‹ณใ‚‚ใพใŸ่ก€ใงๆฟกใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใŒๅ€’ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€็—›ใฟใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Š่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅซŒใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใใ—ใฆไปŠๅบฆใฏใ“ใฎ็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใพใงใ‚‚ใ‚’ๅคฑใ†ใฎใŒไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใญใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใใ†ใพใงใ—ใฆๅพŒใ‚ใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ”ใถใฃ......ใ•ใฆใ€ใชใ‚“ใง......ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใช......ใ€ ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ไธๆ€่ญฐใใ†ใซ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ€่€ƒใŒ็บใพใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ†ใ ใช......ใชใ‚“ใงๅ€’ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ‹......็ขบใ‹ใซ้™็•Œใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚ฎใƒชใ ใ—ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠไฝ•ใ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๆˆฆใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆˆฆใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‚‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎๅบฆใซๅคงๅˆ‡ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใ€ๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใช็ต†ใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅทซๅฅณใซใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎ็ต†ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŠ้ขใ‚‚ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใซใ‚ใจไฝ•ใŒๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹? ๅผฑใใฆ่„†ใใฆ่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๆƒ…ใ‘ใชใ„ๅƒ•่‡ช่บซใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไบŒไบบใ ใ‘ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏไฝ•ๅ›žๅคฑใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ไฝ•ๅ›ž่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใ€ไฝ•ๅ›žใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๅฅชใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฏๅƒ•ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใชใ„ใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใงๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใ‚“ใช็›ฎใซ้ญใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็†ไธๅฐฝใ€ไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ€ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„ใ€ใ ใ‘ใ ......ใ€ ใ€Œๅฅชใ†ใ€ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚......ใƒซใƒซใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚......ๅƒ•ใŒใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซ......็”Ÿใใฆใ€ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸ็ต†ใ ใฃใŸ......ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ......ใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใ€ๅฅชใ‚ใ›ใชใ„......!ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไพ‹ใˆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹็‰ฉใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ้›ขใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใใฎใฏ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใ€ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚Œใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ€ๅคฑใ‚ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใŸใใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒไพ‹ใˆๅฅณใ€…ใ—ใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆƒ…ใ‘ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใฟใฃใจใ‚‚ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใฟใ˜ใ‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆ ผๅฅฝๆ‚ชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ—ใคใ“ใใ€ใ—ใถใจใใ€ใ†ใฃใจใŠใ—ใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใซๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œไพ‹ใˆๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฃใฆ......ๅƒ•ใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ......ใ€ ใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠๅคฑใ‚ใชใ„......ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠๅƒ•ใฎๅคงไบ‹ใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€ๅฅชใ‚ใ›ใชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•!! ็žฌ้–“ใ€ๅฟƒ่‡“ใŒไธ€้š›ๅคงใใโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅ’„ๅ—Ÿใซ่ƒธใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆ›ดใชใ‚‹ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฅฒใ†ใ€‚่ก€ๆถฒใŒๆฒธ้จฐใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซ็†ฑใใชใ‚Šใ€ๅŠ ้€Ÿใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ้€”็ซฏใซใ€็œŸใฃๆš—ใ ใฃใŸ่ฆ–็•ŒใŒๅบƒใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ไธ€ใคไธ€ใคใฎ็‰ฉใŒ้ฎฎๆ˜Žใซๆ˜ ใ‚‹ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใฎ่ป‹ใ‚€้ŸณใŒใ€ๆญขใพใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฃ’ใฎๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸ่ถณใฎ้œ‡ใˆใฏๆญขใพใ‚Šใ€่‹ฆใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸๅ‘ผๅธใŒไธ€ๆฐ—ใซๆฅฝใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใŒไฝ•ไธ€ใคๆฒปใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€้•ใ†ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใชใ‚“ใ ? ไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹? ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒๅˆใ‚ใฆ็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใ€‚ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ‹•ใใ€่บซไฝ“ใฎ่ป‹ใฟใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ใชใ‚‰ใพใ ใ‚„ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใ“ใพใงใšใฃใจๆ”พใ•ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๆกใ‚Š็ท ใ‚ใ€้ฎฎๆ˜ŽใซใชใฃใŸ่ฆ–็•Œใฎไธญใง็™ฝใ„ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’็ชใไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใŸ็›ฎใ‚’ๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใ—ใ€็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒ......ไปŠใฎ่ฒดๆ–นใฏใจใฆใ‚‚โ€•โ€•โ€•็ถบ้บ—ใงใ™ใญใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‰‹ใซใ€ใƒใƒใƒใƒใจ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆ้’็™ฝใ„ๆงใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚‰่„…ๅจใซๆ€ฏใˆใŸใ€ใ‚ใฎ็ ดๅฃŠใฎๆงใ€‚็ฅžใ‚’ๆฎบใ™็‚บใฎใ€็ผ็†ฑใฎ็จฒๅฆปใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ ใ‹ไปŠใฏๅ…จใ......ๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฃ่ชฌใใชใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฃใจๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€่ฆšใˆใฆใŠใใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ๅƒ•ใซ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸๅค‰ๅŒ–ใฏใชใ‚“ใชใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไปŠใฏไธๆ€่ญฐใจ......่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใ“ใ“ใงใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใจใ„ใ† ใ“ใฎใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹้€šๅธธใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ‹ใชใ‚ŠๅผทๅŠ›ใชๅŠ›ใ ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๆง˜ใซ้ญ”็œผ็ณปใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๆง˜ใซๅ”ฏไธ€็„กไบŒใฎใใฎ่€…ใ ใ‘ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎๅŠ›ใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใชใ‚Š็จฎ้กžใ‚„ๅทฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€็งฐๅทใซ้–ขไฟ‚ใ—ใฆๅ…ˆๅคฉ็š„ใซๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ€่ก€็ญ‹ใŒ้–ขไฟ‚ใ—ใฆๅ…ˆๅคฉ็š„ใซๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚Šใจใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใจใฏใ€ๅ…ˆๅคฉ็š„ใซๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅคฉๆ‰ใฎๅŠ›ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒๆฅต็จ€ใซใ€ๅพŒๅคฉ็š„ใซใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใŒ่ฆš้†’ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ไพ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใฏ่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใงใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒ่ฆš้†’ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ๅŠ›ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€้•ทๅนดๅฟ…ๆญปใซๅŠชๅŠ›ใ—ใŸ็ตๆžœใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ใชใซใ‹ๅผทใ„่กๆ’ƒใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸๆ‹ๅญใซใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅ„ใ€…็†็”ฑใฏๆง˜ใ€…ใ ใŒใ€ๅ…ฑ้€šใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใใฎไบบใซใจใฃใฆๅคงใใชโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚Œใ“ใไปŠใพใงใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใปใฉใฎไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆ่ฆš้†’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎๅŠ›ใฏๅ…ˆๅคฉ็š„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซใ‚‚ๅŒนๆ•ตใ—ใ€ๆญดๅฒใซๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ๆ•ฐใ€…ใฎ่‹ฑ้›„ใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใฏไธ€ๅ›ฝใฎ็Ž‹ใจใชใ‚Šใ€ๅพŒไธ–ใซๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‰ตใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใฏๅคšใใฎไบบ้–“้”ใ‚’็ตถๆœ›ใธใจ้™ฅใ‚ŒใŸๆ‚ช้พใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใ€ไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๆ•‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใฏใ€ๆ„›ใ™ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹็‚บใซไธ€ๅ›ฝๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๆ•ตใซๅ›žใ—ใ€ใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆ›ดใซใ€ๆ•ฐใ€…ใฎ่‹ฑ้›„้”ใฏใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใใŸ่จณใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๆใ‚ใ—ใ•ใฏใ€Ž้€šๅธธใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎไธŠไฝใ€ใ ใจใ„ใ†ๆ‰€ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠๅ›žใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๆŒใคใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ไพ‹ใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅ…จใฆ้€šๅธธใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎไธŠไฝใซไฝ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚้€šๅธธใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใ‚ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šใฏใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใฎ้ฝŽใ™ๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใ‚’่ฆ†ใ™ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒใค่€…ใจๆŒใŸใ–ใ‚‹่€…ใงใฏใ€็ตถๅฏพ็š„ใชๆ ผๅทฎใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅนพใ‚‰ๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใ‚„่บซไฝ“่ƒฝๅŠ›ใงๅ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใŒใ€ใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใฎๆœ‰็„กใงๅ‹ๆ•—ใŒ่ฆ†ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใงใฏใ€ใ“ใ“ใงๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸๅค‰ๅŒ–ใซใคใ„ใฆใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏใ€ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใŒๅคงใใใชใ‚Šใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใŸใใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆฑบๆ„ใŒๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ“ใจใงใ€่‡ช่บซใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎๆๅ‚ทใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆใ€็€•ๆญปใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใจๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒ้™็•Œใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ็ ”ใŽๆพ„ใพใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็ฒพ็ฅžใฏๆฐ—็ตถใจใ„ใ†็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆใ€ๅญ˜ๅœจใฎใ€้ญ‚ใฎๅฅฅใธใจๅˆฐ้”ใ™ใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•! ใใฎ็ตๆžœใ€ๅฝผใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏ่บซไฝ“ใฎ็—›ใฟใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใซใ€ไบบ้–“ใŒๅธธใซ่‡ช่บซใซ่ชฒใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่„ณใฎใƒชใƒŸใƒƒใ‚ฟใƒผใ‚’ๅผทๅผ•ใซ่งฃๆ”พใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€็—›ใฟใฎใชใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅพŒใฎใ“ใจใฏใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใ€ไฝฟๅพ’ใจใ„ใ†่„…ๅจใซๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใŸๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏโ€•โ€•โ€• โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žๅ…จใฆๅฅชใ‚ใ›ใชใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ€ๆฑบๆญปใฎ่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ€‚ ใใฎ่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใฏใ€ๅฝผใซๅคงใใชๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’้ฝŽใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใŒใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใฎ่ฆš้†’ใ€‚ไฝฟๅพ’ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใใฎ่ฆš้†’ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ๅผทๅคงใชๆฐ—้…ใจใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆŠฑใ„ใŸ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใจๆƒณใ„ใ€‚็ด”็ฒ‹ใชใใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฐŠใ„็‰ฉใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใพใ ใใฎ่ฆš้†’ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใŒใ€็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใซใใฎๅŠ›ใฎ็‰‡้ฑ—ใ‚’็™บๆฎใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใซ่ฆš้†’ใ—ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆˆฆ้—˜็ถš่กŒใฎๆ„ๆ€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰......ใคใพใ‚Šไฝฟๅพ’ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใŒ็จฒๅฆปใฎๆงใ‚’ๅ†ๅบฆ็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใฆๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚’ๅ†้–‹ใ•ใ›ใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ€็„ก่ซ–ๆœฌๆฐ—ใงๆฎบใใ†ใจ่ฟซใ‚‹ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€Žๅ…จใฆ่บฑใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใ€ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใพใ‚‹ใงใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’ๅ…ˆ่ชญใฟใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆญฃ็ขบ็„กๆฏ”ใซๆงใ‚’่บฑใ™ใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๅๅฟœๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใ‚ใฎ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€ŒไปŠใชใ‚‰......ใฉใ‚“ใชๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ ใฃใฆ่บฑใ›ใใ†ใ ใ€ ใฉใ‚Œ็จ‹ใฎ็ ดๅฃŠๅŠ›ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใงใ‚‚ใ€่บฑใ›ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚่‚‰ไฝ“ใŒ้™็•Œใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆใ€ๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใฆใ„ใใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ‹•ใใ€‚ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒใ€่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎ่จฑๅฎน้‡ใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅ‹•ใ‘ใจ่„ณใฎ้›ปๆฐ—ไฟกๅทใ‚’ไผใฃใฆ็ซ่Šฑใ‚’ๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ ้ฎฎๆ˜Žใช่ฆ–็•Œใฏใ‚„ใŒใฆ่‰ฒใ‚’ๅคฑใใ—ใ€้Ÿณใ‚’ๅคฑใใ—ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒ่ผช้ƒญใ ใ‘ใฎ็ทš็”ปใฎๆง˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚็œŸใฃ็™ฝใช่ƒŒๆ™ฏใซใ€้ป’ใ„็ทšใงๆใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใช่ฆ–็•Œใซใชใ‚Šใ€ไฝ™่จˆใชๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒไธ€ๅˆ‡ๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซๅฑ้™บใช้ ˜ๅŸŸใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ“ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ๆ•…่ฒดๆ–นใฏใใ“ใพใง่ถณๆŽปใใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใใ“ใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’ๅบ‡ใ†ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใซใใ“ใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒๅคงไบ‹ใชใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใใ“ใพใงใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจใ€ๆ”นใ‚ใฆๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ้ญ”ๆ—ใฏไบบ้–“ใฎๆ•ตใงใ€ไบบ้–“ใฎๆก”้ŸณใŒใใ“ใพใงๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใชใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใชใฎใซๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ช่บซใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใฆไฝฟๅพ’ใงใ‚ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใ‚’ใใ“ใพใงใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ไพกๅ€คใŒใ€ใใ“ใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ๅฝผใŒใใ“ใพใงใ™ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใจใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่€ณใฏๆ—ขใซ่ด่ฆšๆฉŸ่ƒฝใ‚’้ฎๆ–ญใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ€ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ไฝใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠๅ‹•ใ‘ใฐใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใฏ่ฆš้†’ใ—ใŸใ€Žๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใฎใ›ใ„ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใฎไบ‹ๅฎŸใฏไปŠใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆ่‡ดๅ‘ฝ็š„ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่žใ่€ณๆŒใŸใšใ€ใงใ™ใ‹......ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€......ใ€ ใจใใ“ใงใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใจๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้–“ใซใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใง่‡ช่บซใฎๅฟƒใฎๅค‰ๅŒ–ใซๆˆธๆƒ‘ใ„ใ€ๅ‹•ใ‘ใšใซใ„ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒไป‹ๅ…ฅใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆบใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใกใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝผใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซ็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠ......ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’ๅ‚ทไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใงใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใฏใ€่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅฝผใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ‹? ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅฝผใŒ่ฒดๆ–นใฎ็ฒ็‰ฉใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆปฒใพใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ‚’็จใ‚€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’่ญทใ‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ญทใ‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅงฟใ‚‚็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ๆ•ตๅฏพใ™ในใ้–ขไฟ‚ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝผใ‚‰ใŒใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅ…จใ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฎ็†็”ฑใ‚’ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๅ•ใ†ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใฎๅ•ใ„ใซ็ญ”ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„! ใงใ‚‚......ใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅ‚ทไป˜ใใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใจ......่ƒธใฎไธญใŒใใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใ—ใฆ......ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ„ใ‚„ใชใฎ!! ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠๅ‚ทไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใง......!ใ€ ็ญ”ใˆใฏใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณ่‡ช่บซใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒไฝ•ๆ•…ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅ‚ทไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ญทใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใ•ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ๅซŒใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅซŒใ€‚ๅฎŸใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใงๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใงใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‰ใ—ใ„็ญ”ใˆใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใพใ›ใ‚“......ใŒใ€่ฒดๅฅณใจๅฝผใฎ้–“ใซๆ•ตๅฏพใฎๆ„ๆ€ใŒ็„กใ„ใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ไบบ้–“ใจ้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ…ฑใซๅฑ…ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹่ฒดๅฅณๆ–นใฎๆƒณใ„ใฏ็ด”็ฒ‹ใงใ€ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆๆ€งใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚็งใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใฏ้€€ใใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ๆ„ŸๅŒ–ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€็†่งฃใ—ใŸ่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ใŸใ ไบบ้–“ใจ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ„ใ†้–ขไฟ‚ใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ…ฑใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ€ไบŒไบบใฎๆƒณใ„ใŒๆœฌ็‰ฉใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆˆ–ใ„ใฏๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ใ€Žๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็„ก้ง„ใชๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ‚’่ฒ ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ“ใจใ€่ฌ็ฝชใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚็”ณใ—่จณใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใŒ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅ‘†ๆฐ—ใซๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒ่ƒŒๅพŒใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ‰ใฎใ‚ใ‚Šใซๆบใ‚Œใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่ƒŒไธญใซๅ€’ใ‚ŒใฆใใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ๆ…Œใฆใฆๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€็žณใฏ้–‹ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใฏ็„กใ„ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›......ใใคใญๅ›ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใ—ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒƒ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ๅœฐ้ขใซๅฏใ‹ใ›ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅฟ…ๆญปใซๅ‘ผใณใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒ่งฃ้™คใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ๅ…ฅใ‚Œๆ›ฟใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใฎๅ€ใฎ่€ๆ€งใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ€ใใฎๅ‚ทใŒๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ๅ‹ขใ„ใงๆฒป็™’ใ—ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆ™‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„่€ๆ€งๅ€คใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใฎใฎๅๆ•ฐ็ง’ใงๅ…จใฆใฎๅ‚ทใ‚’ๅฎŒๆฒปใ•ใ›ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‘ฝใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ‚’็น‹ใŽใจใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ......่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ......ใ€ ๅฟƒๅบ•ใปใฃใจใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ’ซใงไธ‹ใ‚ใ™ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏๅœฐ้ขใซๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใพใพใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚Šใ€้šฃใซใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใฟ่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ—ใใ“ใฟใ€้œฒ่‰่‰ฒใฎ็žณใงๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใฎๅทฆ็œผใฏใ€ๆฒปใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใงใ™ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใฟใŸใ„......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใฏ็งใŒๆฒปใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็„ก้ง„ใช่ฒ ๅ‚ทใ‚’่ฒ ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ่ฌ็ฝชใจใ€ใŠ่ฉซใณใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใŸๅพŒใ€ๆฒปใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใจ็ต่ซ–ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆไธ€ใคใ€้ ทใ„ใŸใ€‚
The ground is dark red. My field of vision is blurry, my legs are limp. My body is unable to move, something I've never experienced thus far. Something is flowing out of my mouth. I feel like I can hear a creaking-like sound from the inside of my body. Surely, without a doubt, absolutely, I'm at my limit. There's a pure white girl before me, from what I saw when I checked her status, her name is Stella. My fight against her was, an overwhelming one sided fight. Ever since the first clash, given her overwhelming speed, I was beaten into pulp without even able to land even a single attack on her. For her, my attacks were nothing but worthless efforts without any needs for her to mind about it. However, to the kept on standing me, she still expressionlessly fought me. Without I noticed it, her lance was nowhere to be found, and she only attacked me with her fists. Her white dress is dyes red with my blood, as well as her fists. Nevertheless, the reason I haven't collapsed is because I can't feel any pain, and more importantly, I definitely don't want to lose. Losing to the hero, I lost Finia and Lulu-chan, and now thinking that I'll lose Leila-chan if I lose to this white dressed girl, I really don't like the idea. "...I really can't understand, why do you go that far to protect that demon behind you?" "...*cough*... well, why... I wonder...??" She asks so while inclining her head in wonder. I do feel like my mind is almost blank, but, really... why haven't I collapsed, I wonder?... I'm sure I'm already at my limit, I don't feel like I can do anything further. When I fight the hero, as well as when I fight Leila-chan, it was also like this. I couldn't win, ever since I came to this world, I experienced nothing but lose. Moreover, I always loss something importang for me because of it. At my fight against Leila-chan, I lost my left eye. At my fight against the hero, I lost my cherished bond. Even the mask, which was my only bond left with Shiori-chan, was snatched away by that miko, just what will be left for me later? For the weak, frail, and keep losing me, now I only have Rishe-chan and Leila-chan. How many have I lost? How many times have I to lose, how many times have I to have my precious ones to be snatched away this way? This world is surely unkind to me, my former world was just like so as well, just why I must always suffer like this? Outrageous, irritating, I hate it. "I just, don't want to, loss anything, again..." "Loss anything?" "Finia-chan... Lulu-chan... the bonds I desperately created... that finally I got... it was snatched away... that's why, I won't let anyone snatch anything from me... ever again!" That's why, even if it's Leila-chan, I won't let anything within my grasp to slip away from me. That's why I keep on standing like this. So that I won't ever lose again, so that nothing will be snatched away again, I don't want to lose. No matter how effeminate, pathetic, disgraceful, miserable, and unsighty I become, I want to make everyone to not looking down on me. Or else I'll Insistently, tenaciously, or even irritatingly keep on biting on you. "Even if you kill me here... I can't afford to lose here...." I don't want to loss anything again... I won't let anything precious to me, to get snatched away ever again!! Suddenly, my heart geartly and violently... punds. I immediately hold my chest. Then, my body is suddenly attacked by an even greater change. I can feel my blood is accelerating and hot as if boiling. Suddenly my pitch black vision brightens. One by one, everything looks so vivid. The creaking sounds from my body is, stopped. My legs are stopped trembling, and suddenly I can breath so smoothly again. At first I think 'Near-death experience' is activated, by since none of my wounds is healed, so I understand that that isn't the case. Then what? What is happening? "...!" Then, for the first time, the white girl before me shows some changes in her expressionless face. Nevertheless, it's only her eyes that very slightly widen, though. I don't know what is happening here, but my body can move again, my body isn't creaking again, that means I can still keep going. Grasping tightly the miasma knife from Leila-chan, I focus my vision solely on the white girl. When I thrust the knife forward, her slightly widened eyes are returning to its expressionless state. "I don't understand what happened to you, but... just now, you look very... pretty." Saying so, along with pricking sounds, a pale lance appears at her hand. Destroyer lance that even makes Leila-chan frightened. Weapon for the sake of slaying god, scorching heat lance. And yet, somehow, right now... I'm not scared at all. "If you want to hit on me then please do it with emotions in it." "I have no such intention, but I'll keep that in mind." I don't know what's the true nature of the changes that happened at my body, but mysteriously... I don't feel like losing right now. * * * Here, let's do some explanation regarding 'innate skill' that exists in this world. This innate skill was, compared with the common ones, it was a fairly more powerful kinds of skill. Like, Trisha's demon eye, as well as the skill that were solely possessed by the hero, there were some types of innate skill. There were ones that were acquired through acquiring a certain title, or ones that were inherited through bloodline, but fundamentally, innate skill was a gift that was gifted to those who were gifted. However, there were rare cases where ones obtained innate skill through sheer luck. Naturally, everyone possessed innate skill, it was just not just everyone could awaken it. Training hard for a long time periods, receiving a sudden great shock, there were many causes of it, but there was something in common out of it, that was, one ought to face some life-changing great experience, that was when one could awaken one's innate skill. Those skills were possessed innately, and numerous braves, who were recorded in history, were born upon awakening it. One was a hotheaded king, he brought his country upon its prosperity. One fought against a raging dragon that endanger humanity, he saved the world. And then, there was one who turned the whole country into his enemy to protect his precious ones, he faced them with this power. Furthermore, there were numerous braves who brandished this power, and their powers were 'way above the common skills'. The current hero possessed 'Ray of hope' whose effect was pretty easy to understand, since these 'innate skill' were all clearly more powerful than common skills, no matter what kind of common skill it was, it wouldn't be able to overthrow the effect of an 'innate skill'. That was why, there was an overwhelming gap between the one who possessed it and the one who didn't posses it. No matter how large the disparity between their phisycal ability or their sword skills were, the victory and defeat might be decided simply by the existence of 'innate skill'. --then, here's the talk about the changes that happened at Kitsune's body. With his strong will of not wanting to lose, and his strong feeling of not wanting to loss anything again, he surpassed the injuries on his body, surpassed his sense limit even though he was already on the verge of death state. His sharpened mind unconsciously surpassed the unconscious domain, and reached the center of his very being, his soul... And the result, not just he couldn't feel any pain on his body, the limiter that was constantly placed by the mind was forcefully released. His muscles might torn apart simply by moving it, his mind was so worn out to the point he might be collapsed anytime. However, for Kitsune who couldn't feel any pain, those things were irrelevant. As long as he could move, as long as he could stay alive, he didn't care about what might happen later. Right, for Kitsune who was confronting the threat called as apostle... ...he undertook it with the resolution to put his life on the line because 'he didn't want to loss anything'. Right, that was the awakening of his 'innate skill'. The one that the apostle sensed was, the great presence upon its awakening, and the pure resolution and feeling that were hold by Kitsune. In her eyes, those pure emotions were very noble. And then, Kitsune hadn't realized its awakening yet, but he had subconsciously exihibited a portion of its effect. After awakening his innate skill, Kitsune showed his will to continue the fight... then the apostle, Stella, brandished his lance and confronted him once again. All of her attacks, either it was the one to press or even the one to seriously kill him, Kitsune 'evaded all of it'. Stella took some distances, and mumbled so. Kitsune precisely evaded all of her attacks as if he could forsee it. Right, even that comet-like attack which Leila couldn't react to at all. Murmuring so, he smiled. "Right now... I feel like I can dodge any kinds of attack." No matter how powerful it was, no matter how fast it was, it was as if he could dodge all of it. He could feel that his body had far surpassed its limit and about to collapse, nevertheless, he kept on moving. His sense surpassed what his body capable of doing, but his mind kept on sending signal to his body to keep and keep moving. Before long his vivid vision lost its colors, and his ear couldn't hear anything, all he saw was nothing but a mere silhouette. His field of visio was, as if a paint with white background and white line in the center of it, he filtered all the unnecessary informations. That was clearly a dangerous domain, but Kitsune with his faint life was standing there. "...why do you struggle that far? Why do you protect that demon? Is that demon really that important to you?" That was why Stella asked so. Why did he go that far? She asked so once again. Human was demon's enemy, there should be no reson for a human like him to put his life on the line like that. And yet Kitsune still confronted her, an apostle, even while burning his own life in exchange. Was there something in that demon that was worth to struggle that far? What was the reason for him to go that far? However, even if she asked so, Kitsune's ears couldn't hear anything already. He was at the state where it was even strange for him to still alive. If he moved any further, perhaps Kitsune would really die. Somehow 'Near-death experience' wasn't activated. Perhaps it was because of the effect of his just awakened innate skill, but for the current Kitsune, that fact was severly dangerous. "You couldn't hear me, huh...." "Kitsune-kun!" "Hmm...." There, the one that never moved at all up until now, Leila, suddenly interfered and stood between Stella and Kitsune. Her body was shaking and unsteadily standing before Kitsune as if protecting him from Stella. "Don't... hurt him any further." "...is that because you're also targeting him? Or is it because he is your prey?" With tears streaming down, Leila glared at Stella. Stella couldn't understand why Kitsune protected Leila, and this time she also couldn't understand why Leila protected Kitsune. Why those two, who were supposed to be hostile to each other, were doing so, she couldn't understand it at all. That was why she asked Leila what her reason was. And Leila answered her question as such. "I don't know! But... when I see Kitsune-kun being hurt... it feels as if my chest is torn apart... somehow I just don't like it! That's why don't hurt him any further!" The answer was, she didn't know it. Even she herself didn't know, why she didn't want to see Kitsune being hurt, why she wanted to protect him, she didn't know why at all. But she didn't like something she dislike. Simply hers-like selfish and egoistic answer. "...I don't understand... but, I do understand that you two hold no hostility to each other at all." "Very well, given your pure emotions to be together even even though one is human and one is demon, it appears I don't see the need to purify both of you. I have to chase after the hero after all, I guess the sooner I leave this place the better." Hearing Leila's answer, Stella decided to back off. She wasn't influenced by it, nor had she understood it, it just she had understood that their feelings to be together were genuine despite the fact one was human and one was demon. Or perhaps she saw some kind of possibility from them, the possibility that perhaps there were demons that were 'okay to not be purified'. "Let me apologize for giving such unnecessary injuries. I'm very sory." "Eh? Ah... um." Toward Stella who bowed her head, Leila was dumbfounded. However, Kitsune, who was behind Leila, was collapsing forward and collapsed on her back. Leila flusteredly held his body. Looking closely, his eyes were still opened, but he was already unconscious. "Kitsune-kun... Kitsune-kun, hang in there!" While holding and laying Kitsune on the ground, Leila desperately calling out to him. And then, perhaps the effect of his innate skill had worn off, 'Near-death experience' activated. Receiving resistance stat equaling double of Stella's offensive abilily, his injuries were very quickly healed. Kitsune's body that received resistance stat that was way higher that the time with Leila, all of his injuries were all healed in around ten seconds of time, and Kitsune's life had also gone steady again. "...haa... thanks god...." Leila let out a relief as if she was relieved from the bottom from her heart. Looking at such her, Stella walked toward the lying down Kitsune, and crouched down beside him. And then, she peered into Kitsune's face, and looked at his left eyes with the azure eyes of hers. "...his left eye, looks like it isn't healed as well, right?" "Ah.... Um, seems like so...." "I see... very well. Then, let me heal it." "Eh? You can do it?" "Take it as an apology for giving such unnecessary injuries. May I?" Hearing what Stella said, Leila thought about it for a bit, and after arriving at a conclusion that it was all good if she really could do it, she nodded to her once.
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ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒ’ใƒƒ!ใ€ ่ก็ชใฏใ€ไธ€็žฌใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผๆˆ‘ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ๅทฎใฏๅˆๆ’ƒใงใฏใฃใใ‚Šๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ่‡ช่บซใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๅ…จ้€ŸๅŠ›ใง่ฟซใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใซๅฏพใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่ปฝใใƒใ‚จใ‚’ๆ‰•ใ†ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎ้ก”้ขใซๅผตใ‚Šๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฝ“ใฆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใใฎๅจๅŠ›ใฏใ€ไธฆใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๆ‹ณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้‡ใใ€้‹ญใ„ใ€‚ ็ชๆ’ƒใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใจใ€ๅฃใซใถใคใ‹ใฃใŸๆง˜ใช่กๆ’ƒใซไธ€็žฌๆ„่ญ˜ใŒ้ ใฎใ„ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ€‚ใƒใƒƒใจๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏๅทฑใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅฎ™ใ‚’่ˆžใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็›ดใใซไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆ็›ดใ—ใฆ็€ๅœฐใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ใŒใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒใตใ‚‰ใคใ„ใฆ่†ใ‚’ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ็Šฏ็ฝช่€…ใจSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใ€‚ๅŒใ˜Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใ€Ž็Šฏ็ฝช่€…ใ€ใจใ€Ž้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๆ ผใŒ้•ใ„้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚็Šฏ็ฝช่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ๆ‰€่ฉฎใฏ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒƒใƒใ‚ก......! ใชใ‚“ใ ใŠๅ‰ใ€ๅฅณใฎใƒ“ใƒณใ‚ฟใซใ—ใกใ‚ƒๅจๅŠ›้ซ˜้ŽใŽใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‹......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใฏใ“ใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใชใ‚‰ๅนณๆฐ—ใง่€ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใƒžใ‚ธใ‹......ใ‚ใ„ใคใ€ใƒžใ‚ธใงๅŒ–ใ‘ใƒขใƒณใ‹ใ‚ˆ......ใ‚ญใƒ’ใƒƒ......ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒใƒ......!! ้ข็™ฝใ‚Œใ‡ใ€ๅฟƒๅบ•ๆฎบใ—ใŸใใชใ‚‹ใœ......!ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ใใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใฏ้ข็™ฝใ„ใ—ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ—ใ€ๆ ผๅฅฝ่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“โ™ก ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฅฝใใชใฎโ™ชใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆญปใ‚’่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„็จ‹่ฝใกใถใ‚ŒใŸใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ“ใฎใงใ‘ใ‡ๅฃใ‚’ใถใฃๅฃŠใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎ่…นใฏ่†จใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹? ใ€Œๆฎบใ—ใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ‚ฉ! ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒใƒƒ!!ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใฃใŸโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏใใฎๆ™‚ใ ใ€‚ ๆฎบใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฟƒ่‡“ใ‚’ๆฝฐใ—ใฆใ€่‚บใซ้ขจ็ฉดใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€่‚่‡“ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ„ใฆใ€่…ธใ‚’ๅผ•ใๆ‘บใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€็›ฎ็Ž‰ใ‚’ๅˆณใ‚ŠๆŠœใ„ใฆใ€่„ณใ‚’ๆฝฐใ—ใฆใ€็ญ‹่‚‰ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅƒๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ€้ชจใ‚’ๅœงใ—ๆŠ˜ใฃใฆใ€ๅ››่‚ขใ‚’ๆฅใ„ใงใ€ๆฎ‹่™ใฎ้™ใ‚Šใ‚’ๅฐฝใใ—ใฆไบบ้–“ใจใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ๆŠœใ„ใฆ็”ŸใใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ไปŠๆ›ดใ€ใ“ใฎๅฟซๆ„Ÿใฏๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‰ฃใ‚’็…Œใ‚ใ‹ใ›ใ€ๅทฑใฎ้™็•Œใ‚’่ถŠใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใงใ‚‚ใŒใใ€‚ๆฎบใ›ใชใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ใพใงๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ€็ง’ใฎไธญใงๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ€้™็•Œใชใฉๅนพใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚ใ€่ถŠใˆใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ!?ใ€ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎๅˆๆ’ƒใฏใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๅ…จ้€ŸๅŠ›ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎไบŒๆ’ƒ็›ฎใฏใ€ๅˆๆ’ƒใ‚’ไธŠๅ›žใ‚‹้€Ÿๅบฆใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซ่‚‰่–„ใ—ใฆใฟใ›ใŸใ€‚้™็•Œใ‚’่ถŠใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใใฎ็‹‚ๆฐ—ใŒใ€ใใฎ่ฒชๆฌฒใชๆฎบไบบๆฌฒใŒใ€ๅฟซๆฅฝใ‚’่ฒชใ‚‹ๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใŒใ€ๅฝผใ‚’ๆ›ดใชใ‚‹้ซ˜ใฟใธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎไบˆๆƒณๅค–ใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใซ้ฉšๆ„•ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่ฟซใ‚Šใใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ใ€ๅ’„ๅ—Ÿใซ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ›บๅฝขๅŒ–ใ•ใ›ใฆๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฎไฝ็ฝฎใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้ฆ–ๅฏธๅ‰ใ€‚ ็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๆญขใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๅ‰ฃใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅˆŽใญใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไธ€็žฌ้…ใ‚Œใฆใ€่‹ฅๅนฒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ็™ฝ้ซชใŒๆ•ฐๆœฌๅˆ‡ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒฃใƒ’ใƒ’ใƒƒ! ใ‚ใจไธ€ๆญฉใ ใฃใŸใชใ......!ใ€ ่ก€่ตฐใฃใŸ็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใฆใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅˆƒใ‚’ๅฐšใŸใŸใฃๆ–ฌใ‚ใ†ใจๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏใ€็‹‚ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚็†ๆ€งใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซไปŠใฎใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใŒๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅคงใใ่ถŠใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€็œผใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใตใฃโ™ช ใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตใตโ™ช ใ‚ใฏใ......โ™ก ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‰โ™ก ใžใฃใใžใใ™ใ‚‹!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ็ท ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆใ€ใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚่ตคใ„็žณใŒใ€็ˆ›ใ€…ใจ็…Œใ‚ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็‹‚ๆฐ—ใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใซๆปฒใฟๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจใ—ใฆใฎ็‹‚ๆฐ—ใŒใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็œŸใฃ้ป’ใช็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงๅ™ด็ซใฎๆง˜ใซใ€็Œ›ใ€…ใ—ใใ€ๆญปใฎ็Œ›ๅจใ‚’ไฝ“็พใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใฏไธๅ‘ณใใ†โ™ช ไธๅ‘ณใใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉโ€•โ€•โ€•็งใŒๆฎ‹ใ•ใšใกใ‚ƒใ‚ใ‚“ใจ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™กใ€ ไบŒไบบใฎ็‹‚ๆฐ—ใŒใ€ใถใคใ‹ใ‚Šๅˆใฃใฆ็ซ่Šฑใ‚’ๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒใƒƒ! ใ‚ใฎ็œผใฎ่‰ฒใŒ้•ใ‚งใ‚ฌใ‚ญ! ใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ„ไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ก!? ใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ„่‡ชไฝ“ใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅŒ–ใ‘ใƒขใƒณไพใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใŒใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ€ใƒžใ‚ธใง้ ญใ‚คใ‚ซใ‚Œใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™ช ๆฎบใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฏ็งใฎโ™ช ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“โ™กใ€ ไบ’ใ„ใซๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใฃใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎไธŠๆฎตใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŒฏใ‚Šไธ‹ใ‚ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅˆƒใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใงไฝœใฃใŸ้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒ้‡‘ๅฑž้Ÿณใ‚’้ณดใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ๅ‰ฃๆˆŸใฎ้ŸณใŒไบŒๅบฆใ€ไธ‰ๅบฆใจ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€็žฌใฎๅ†…ใซใ€ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚่ก็ชใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธ€่ฆ‹ใ™ใ‚Œใฐไบ’่ง’ใ€ใ ใŒใใฎๅฎŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฏๅนพๅบฆใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‚ทไป˜ใ‘ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๅ‰ฃใฏๅ…จใฆ้˜ฒใŒใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒใƒใ‚ฃ......ใ‚ญใƒ’ใƒ’ใƒƒ!ใ€ ๅ‰ฃๆˆŸใฎ้ŸณใŒๆญขใพใ‚Šใ€ไบŒไบบใฎ้–“ใซ่ท้›ขใŒ้–‹ใใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎไธกๆ‰‹ใซใฏ้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒไธ€ๆœฌใšใคๆกใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ใจใ‚ธใƒฃใ‚ฐใƒชใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๆง˜ใซๅผ„ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๅ‰ฃใฏๆ‰€ใ€…ๆฌ ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆญฆๅ™จใซใ‚‚ๅคงใใชๆ€ง่ƒฝใฎๅทฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆ˜Ž็™ฝใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ ๅฑŠใ‹ใญใ‡ใฎใ‹ใ‚ˆ......ใ‚ฏใƒใƒƒ! ้ข็™ฝใ‚ง......!ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏใพใ ่ซฆใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใฆใพใ ๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚’ๆฅฝใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅฏงใ‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅบ•ใฎ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใซใ€ไธ€ๅ‘จๅ›žใฃใฆๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใŒใชใใชใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆฅฝใ—ใพใ›ใฆ?ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ็›ธใ‚‚ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใš็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏๅ†ทใ‚„ๆฑ—ใ‚’ไธ€็ญ‹ๆตใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใพใŸๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใฃใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๆ–นใใฎ้ ƒใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใฏ็†พ็ƒˆใ‚’ๆฅตใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไบˆๆƒณใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏๅŠฃๅ‹ขใ€‚ๆœชใ ไธ€ไบบใ‚‚ๆญปใ‚“ใงใฏใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ใใฎ็ตŒ้จ“ใจ็Ÿฅๆตใ‚’็”จใ„ใฆใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚„ๅ‰›ๆ‹ณ็Œฟใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆ•ฐใฎๅทฎใฏ่ฆ†ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใคใ€ใ˜ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚Šใจๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๆŠผใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃ......ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŠใŒใญใ‡......!!ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ™ๆ‰€่ฆ‹ใ—ใชใ„! ใฏใใใ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒซใ‚กใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ข!!ใ€ ใ‚ใฎๅ…ˆๅฐŽใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸๆ–ฐไบบๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹็‹ผใ‚’ใ€ๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ†ใ€‚ๆˆฆ้—˜ใŒๅง‹ใพใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰่ƒŒไธญใ‚’่ญทใ‚Šๅˆใ†ๆˆฆใ„ใงใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใชใ„็พ็ŠถใŒ็ถญๆŒๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ‚ชใ„! ใŠใŠใŠใŠใŠ!!!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ–ใ‚ฌใ‚กใ‚กใ‚กใ‚กใ‚ก!!ใ€ ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซใ‚‚ใ€ใ‘ใ—ใฆๅฐ‘ใชใใชใ„็–ฒๅŠดใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ€’ใ—ใŸ้ญ”็ฃใฎๆ•ฐใ‚‚ใ€ใพใ ไบ”ๅใ‚„ใใ“ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใพใ ใพใ ๅ‹ขใ„ใŒๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ‚’ๅ…จใฆๅ€’ใ—ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎๆœ€ๅพŒใซใฏใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒๅพ…ใกๆง‹ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็Šถๆณใฏใ€ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅˆฅใซ่‡†ใ—ใŸ่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆฑบๅฎš็š„ใชไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพใงใฏๅ…จๆป…ใฏๅ…ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎๅ†…ๅฟƒใซใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใค็„ฆ็‡ฅๆ„ŸใŒๅ‹Ÿใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅธŒๆœ›ใŒ็„กใ„ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๅฟœๆดใซๆฅใฆใ•ใˆใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใฏไธ€ๆฐ—ใซ่ฆ†ใ™ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๆœฌๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชใซๆ€ฅใ„ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‚ˆใไบ”ๆ™‚้–“ใฏๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใพใ ไธ€ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€ใใ‚ŒใฏๅธŒๆœ›ใจใฏๅˆฐๅบ•่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ—ใ‹ๅธŒๆœ›ใŒใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็ฒพไธ€ๆฏๆˆฆใ†ไบ‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ใ€‚่ก—ใ‚’้˜ฒ่ก›ใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๆ€ใŒใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒ!? ็š†ไธ‹ใŒใ‚Œใ‚งใ‚งใ‚ง!!ใ€ ใใ“ใงใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธ€ไบบใŒๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็žฌ้–“ใ€ใใฎๅ ดใฎๅ…จๅ“กใŒ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใฎๅค‰ๅŒ–ใซๆฐ—ไป˜ใใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅพŒๆ–นใซใ„ใŸ็ญˆใฎใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒใ€ๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๅพŒ้€€ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆฃๆฃ’ใŒใ€ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๆŠ‰ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚’่นดๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฌใƒƒ......!!?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ......ใƒƒ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ดใƒ•ใƒƒ......!!ใ€ ๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„ๅ‰ใซๅฑ…ใŸๆ•ฐๅใŒๆฃๆฃ’ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใซๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๅพŒๆ–นใธใจ่ปขใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใ‚‹ใงใ€ๅกตใฎๆง˜ใซๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅ…จๅ“กใŒใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๆ ผใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใงใฏๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใซใ€ๅ‹ŸใฃใŸ็„ฆ็‡ฅๆ„ŸใŒ็ˆ†็™บใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒ่‡ชๆฃ„ใซใชใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ้ง†ใ‘ใ ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฃฐใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใŒใ€่žใ“ใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใƒณ......ใ€ ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒ้ผปใง็ฌ‘ใ†ๅฃฐใจๅ…ฑใซใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•!!ใ€ ใใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ€ๆŒฏใ‚Šไธ‹ใ‚ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆฃๆฃ’ใซๆฝฐใ•ใ‚Œ......ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใช......!ใ€ ่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒ็ตถๅฅใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใฎไธญใ€่ชฐใ‹ใฎๅ‘ปใใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆฃๆฃ’ใ‚’ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚ŠๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใŸใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎๅคงใใชๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ้‚ช้ญ”ใƒ€......ใ‚ญใ‚ถใƒžใƒฉ็จ‹ๅบฆใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใƒ‹ใƒขใƒŠใƒฉใƒณ......ใ€ ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€็ตถๅฅใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซใ€ไป–ใฎ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใŒไธ€ๆ–‰ใซ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใซๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆ็กฌ็›ดใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏใ€ไธ€็žฌๅๅฟœใŒ้…ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใฎไธญใงใฏใใฎไธ€็žฌใŒๅ‘ฝๅ–ใ‚Šใ€‚็‹ผใซ่…•ใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใซๆฃๆฃ’ใงๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎๆˆฆๅŠ›ใŒๅคงๅน…ใซๅ‰Šใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใใ€‚ไฟใŸใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅ‡่กกใŒใ€ไธ€ใคใฎ็ฝ…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ไธ€ๆ–นใใฎ้ ƒใ€้ ˜ไธปใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใงใฏใ€ๆ•ฃไนฑใ—ใŸๆ›ธ้กžใจ่’ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญๅคฎใ€‚ไธ€ไบบใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใจไธญๅนดใฎ่ฒดๆ—ใŒๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎ่ƒŒๅพŒใซใฏๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆใ’ใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏ้™ใ‹ใซๅฑ•้–‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚นใชใฎใ‹ใ€่ƒŒๅพŒใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€่ฒดๆ—ใฎ็”ทใฏๅฐ‘ๅนดใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅ‡บๆฅๅพ—ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Š่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€่ฒดๆ—ใฎ็”ทใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅŽŸๅ› ใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใชใใจใ‚‚ๅฝผใฏๅฐ‘ๅนดใซๆ€ฏใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซๆ€ฏใˆใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใŸใ ใฎHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใœ?ใ€ ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€่ฒดๆ—ใฎ็”ทใฏๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ ใฃใ‘? ๅƒ•ใฏ่ฒดๆ—ใฎๅ‰ใ•ใจใ‹ใ€ๆ ผใฎๅคงใใ•ใจใ‹ใ€่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•......็„ก็คผใฏ่จฑใ—ใฆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œ............่ฒดๆง˜......ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‚ใฎใ‚ฌใ‚ญใซๅ‘ณๆ–นใ™ใ‚‹......!ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ๅญไพ›ๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฃใฆไฟ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใซๅ‘ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใฃใจใ‘ใ‚ˆใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎไบ‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผๅทฎใ—ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏ้ฃ„ใ€…ใจใ€ไฝ•ใŒ็›ฎ็š„ใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆง˜ใชๅฃ่ชฟใงใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ŠใณใซๆฅใŸใ‹ใฎๆง˜ใชๆ…‹ๅบฆใ ใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใซๆฅใŸใฎใ‹ใจใ€่ฒดๆ—ใฎ็”ทใฏๅ†ทใ‚„ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆตใ™ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏไธ€ๆญฉใšใค่ฒดๆ—ใฎ็”ทใธใจ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๆ‰‹ใซ้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€ใ˜ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚Šใจ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซๅฟœใ˜ใฆใ€่ฒดๆ—ใฎ็”ทใฎไธญใฎๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใŒๅคงใใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ€ๆฅใ‚‹ใช!ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใชใ‚“ใฆๅคงๅฑคใชๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบบใซใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใงไผšใ†ใชใ‚“ใฆๅนธ้‹ใชใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚ŠใŠ่ฉฑใ—ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใใ†็ทŠๅผตใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใœ? ๅƒ•ใฏๅททใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒ•ใƒฌใƒณใƒ‰ใƒชใƒผใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใง้€šใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใฃใจไปฒ่‰ฏใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ•ใ€ ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€้™่ฆณใ™ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏๅ†…ๅฟƒใงๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‘ผๅธใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใใชใ€ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅฅฝใใช่‰ฒใฃใฆไฝ•? ใˆ? ๅƒ•? ๅƒ•ใฏ......่ตคใ„่‰ฒไปฅๅค–ใชใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏ้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’่ฒดๆ—ใฎ็”ทใซ็ชใ็ซ‹ใฆใŸใ€‚
"Kihi!" The clash lasted for but a moment. In that short moment, the difference between their prowess could already clearly be seen. In response to Reis charging at full speed, Leila simply waved her hand lightly as if brushing off a fly, and slapped his face. Its force was heavier and sharper than the average adventurer's fist. Due to his charging momentum combined with the impact as though bumping onto a wall, Reis lost his consciousness for a moment. When he came to, his body was already flying in the air. He soon rearranged his stance and landed, but as his body suddenly lost strength, he fell to his knee. S-ranked criminal and S-ranked demon. Although both were similarly S-ranked, the difference between "criminal" and "demon" was simply too huge. Even if they were criminals, in the end they were merely people who took pleasure in killing others-- reaching out toward world destruction level monster was simply as though reaching out to heaven itself. "-haa...! The hell with you, for a mere woman's slap, wasn't that unusually too powerful?" "Ufufufufu Kitsune-kun could easily withstand something on this level, though." "For real?... so that guy really is a monster, huh... Kihi...Kuhahaha!! Interesting, now I'm wanting to kill him more and more...!" "I understand that feeling Kitsune-kun is indeed interesting, cute, cool, and above all tasty, after all" That moment, Reis resolved himself for his death. He wasn't so incompetent to be unable to perceive how powerful his opponent was. Instinctively, he understood that the woman in front of him, Leila, possessed much more overwhelming prowess than him. --if I destroy this huge wall, will I be able to cut her abdomen? "I'll confirm that when I kill her! Kuhaha!" So he laughed-- should he die, then that was that. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, over and over again, crush the heart, cut open the lungs, cut off the liver, pull out the intestines, gouge out the eyeballs, smash the brain, tear off every muscle, pulverize the bones, dismember the limbs, he was someone who'd been living through cruelly murdering others as such. And at that moment, such feeling was flooding within him. Reis kicked the ground. Brandishing his sword, he charged forward in full strength with the intention of surpassing his own limit. If he couldn't kill her now, he simply needed to grow enough until he could kill her. He simply needed to grow this very moment, he simply needed to surpass his limit however many it was. "!?" At the first charge, that was without a doubt his full power. However, during this second charge, he was charging at Leila in even faster speed than the first one. He was surpassing his limit. The madness, the greed of murder, the instinct of a pleasure-seeking murderer, they propelled him to a higher height. Surprised by his unexpected speed, Leila solidified the miasma at once and blocked the looming sword. --it was just a breath away from Leila's neck. Should she don't manage to stop it, the sword would've cut her neck. Due to a few moments late, some of Leila's white hair was cut. "Gyahihi! Just a bit more...!" Reis bloodshot eyes were wide open, he madly laughed as he pressed forward his sword that was blocked by the miasma. He seemed to be still sane, but the power he was currently exerting was without a doubt much stronger than before. Leila also similarly got her eyes wide open. "...Ufu Ufufufufufu Ahn... feels so good, it makes my heart throb fast!" While hugging her own body, Leila slovenly laughed. Her red eyes were ablaze. Madness was oozing out of her face. That's right, the madness of "Red Night". The next moment, jet black miasma were vigorously exuding from Leila's body. As if it were an eruption, the embodiment of ferocious menace of death itself. "You seem to taste disgusting very disgusting, but-- I'll still eat you without leaving anything behind." Both of their madness collided and created sparks. "Kuhahaha! The color of your eyes have changed! Just what the hell is that guy? The guy was a monster himself, but to also have this kind monster around, has he gone crazy?!" "Ufufufufufu I won't let you kill him, Kitsune-kun is mine Because I love Kitsune-kun very much, after all." Kicking the ground at the same time, Reis' sword that was swung from above was faced with Leila's miasma-made black knife and made a metallic sound. The sound of weapons hitting each other resounded for the second, third time, and so on. In an instant, they clashed over and over again. At a glance they were equal, but in actuality Leila's knife had left injuries on Reis' body several times, while she managed to block all of his attack. "Tch... Kihihi!" The sound of sword collisions ceased, and both of them took some distances. Leila held a black knife in her respective hands, she played with them as if she was doing juggling. On the other hand, Reis' sword was chipped here and there. It was obvious that there was also a big difference in their weapons. "Still not enough, huh ... Kuha! Interesting...!" However, Reis hadn't given up just yet. No, he still wanted to enjoy fighting. Rather, against someone whose prowess limit was unknown, perhaps he might be able to eventually overcome fear itself. "Come on, entertain me a little more." Smiling as usual, Leila said so. Even with cold sweat pouring down, Reis charged forward once again. Meanwhile, the battle against the Goblin King was very intense. And as expected, the adventurers were the ones in disadvantage. Although none of them had died yet, through their experience and wisdom after defeating several Goblins and Crazy Monkeys, they had deemed that overturning such differences in number was nigh impossible. Little by little, the adventurers were pushed backward. "Kuh... there's no end to it...!!" "Stay focused! Haaa!" "Gruaaa!" When the newbie leader pushed a wolf demonic beast away, the female adventurer finished it off. They'd been protecting each other's back, thus they could still maintain the state where none died. "Watch out! Uooh!!!" "Bugaaaa!!" Fatigue could start be seen from the other adventurers as well. The number of demonic beast killed was still around fifty. Even if they somehow managed to kill the seemingly never-ending horde of demonic beast until the very last one, there was still the Goblin King awaiting them. The tide was totally against them. It wasn't like they were scared stiff as before, but given the fact that they still had no conclusive solution, it was impossible to avoid annihilation. A sense of impatience was accumulating little by little within the adventurers' minds. However, it wasn't like there was completely no hope for them. When the powerful adventurers from Grandile Kingdom came to their aid, they'd be able to reverse the tide at once. However, no matter how fast they marched, at best they'd still need five hours to arrive there from Grandile Kingdom. And as it hadn't even been an hour since the battle begun, that hope could be said to be outside their reach. Still, since that was their sole hope, all they could do was fight with all of their might. They were clinging onto their wish to protect the town. "!? Everyone! Watch out!" Then one of the adventurers shouted. That instant, everyone there noticed the change around the demonic beasts. --The goblin king that was supposed to be waiting on the rear, was emerging forward. Then, when the adventurers tried to retreat, the goblin king smashed the ground using its club and blew them away. "Ga...!!?" "Aah...!!!!" "Gofu...!!" Several adventurers who were relatively in front were blown away by that attack and rolled backwards. Looking at them getting blown away as if garbage, everyone realized the difference between their prowess and the Goblin King's. They realized that with their current prowess, they had no hope of defeating it. Looking at that scene, perhaps unable to hold the impatience, one of the adventurers gave in to despair and charged straight to the Goblin King. Someone tried to stop him, but seeming unable to hear it, the adventurer didn't stop his stride. "Hmph..." Along with the Goblin King's scornful laugh, "---!!" The adventurer was squashed by the swung club... and died. "Wha...!" As all of them were lost of words, the voice of someone gasping could clearly be heard. Lifting the club leisurely, the Goblin King looked down on the adventurers, and opened its mouth. "How annoying... a fly like that, shouldn't stand before me...." When the Goblin King said so, the other demonic beasts attacked the lost of words adventurers at once. The adventurers, who were startled after being distracted by the goblin king, were slightly late to respond. However, in battle a moment of negligence meant death. Getting their arms bitten off by the wolfs, getting beaten by the goblins' clubs, the adventurer group's strength was greatly shaved off. The maintained equilibrium crumbled due to a single crack. Around the same time, on the other side, inside the devastated lord's room where documents were scattered about, a youth and a middle-aged nobleman were facing each other. Behind the youth there was a girl who was wielding a sword. While the youth was faintly smiling, perhaps quietly observing the situation, the girl was quietly standing behind him. On the other hand, the noble man seemed to be trying to distance himself away as far as possible from the youth. As additional notes, the noble man showed an expression as though he was terrified. One of the reasons was probably due to the youth's skill "Eerie Constitution", but even without it, he was still terrified of the youth. "Ahaha, there's no need to be that scared, you know? After all, I'm just an H rank adventurer, you see?" Toward the youth's words, the noble man ground his teeth. "Umm... Duke Orba, was it? I don't really understand things about the splendor of nobles, the height of their status, and so on, so do excuse me for my rudeness, alright?" "....you bastard... why are you helping that brat?!" "Well, actually I like children a lot, you see? Just look, don't I look totally like a caretaker?" "Please do care, moreover now that I'm talking to you. Since you cared enough to even sent that kind of murderer to me, after all." When the youth whistled, it was hard to tell what reason he came for, rather, he acted as though he came there just to play. With cold sweat pouring on his back, the noble man also pondered what reason the youth came there for. Then, the youth slowly approached the noble man step by step. With a black knife in hand, he leisurely approached him. In response, the fear within the noble man grew even further. "...S, stay away!" "Please don't be like that, I'm very fortunate to meet someone with a grand name such as duke in a place like this, so let's have some friendly chat, alright?" "Kh....!" "Ahaha, you don't have to be that nervous, you know? Since people even say that I'm such a friendly youngster, I'm sure we'll get along just fine." Hearing the youth's words, the girl who was standing quietly behind him inwardly thought 'Stop lying as though you're breathing'. "Come on, what's your favorite color, Duke? Eh? Mine? Let's see... I think I like every color, except red, that is." Having said that, the youth thrust the black knife into the noble man.
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ๅฆ–็ฒพใจ้ญ”ๆ— ไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใซใ€ๆใ‚‰ใไธ–็•Œๆœ€ๅผทใฎ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸๅƒ•ใจใ€ไธ–็•Œๆœ€ๅผทใฎๆ„ŸๆŸ“ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใŸๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฎ้–“ใซใฏ็•ฐใชใ‚‹็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒ็ซ่Šฑใ‚’ๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใ€ไธ€ๆ–นใฏ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ไธ€ๆ–นใฏ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅ‰ฅใŒใใ†ใจ็”ป็ญ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใชใจใ“ใ‚ใ€ไปŠใฎๅƒ•้”ใฎ็›ธๆ€งใฏๆŠœ็พคใซ่‰ฏใ„ใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆŠœ็พคใซๆ‚ชใ„ใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใฏๅ…จใฆๅƒ•ใซใฏ้€š็”จใ›ใšใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใฏๅ…จใฆๅฝผๅฅณใซ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒใŠไบ’ใ„ใซใจใฃใฆ่„…ๅจใงใชใใชใฃใŸไปŠใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใฏ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใฎ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ๅƒๆ—ฅๆ‰‹ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใซใ‚‚ใคใ‚Œ่พผใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅ…จใฆใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’้ ใ–ใ‘ใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎไบŒใคใฎๅ็™บใ™ใ‚‹ๆ€ใ„ใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใงๅฆฅๅ”็‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒๆ‹ฎๆŠ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปŠใ€้€š็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใฏ......ใ€Ž่จ€่‘‰ใ€ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใฃใ€ใชใใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใจใŠ่ฉฑใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใœใ€ ใ€ŒใพใŸ? ใ†ใตใตใ€ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆโ™ช ็งใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ„ไปŠใ€ใใ‚Œไฝใ—ใ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญโ™กใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎๆๆกˆใ‚’ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็ด ็›ดใซๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใงใ€็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๅ†ท้™ใชๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใๅŽ„ไป‹ใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็ฒพ็ฅž็Šถๆ…‹ใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคใ€Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎใใ‚Œใธใจๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ๆ€ฅ้€Ÿใซใ€‚ใใฃใจๅƒ•ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใซ่‰ฏใ„ๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใ‚’ไธŽใˆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆ‚ชๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใจๅ‹•ใๆผ†้ป’ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ™จ็”จใซใ‚‚้ป’ใ„ใƒ™ใƒณใƒใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ€ๆง˜ใ€…ใช็‰ฉไฝ“ใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใ‚‚ใใฃใจใ‚ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’้ก”ใซๅผตใ‚Šไป˜ใ‘ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใจใชใ‚‹ใจใ€่‰ฒใ‚‚ๅค‰ๅŒ–ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ๅค‰ๅนป่‡ชๅœจใ ใชใ€็พจใพใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚‚ๅบงใฃใฆๅบงใฃใฆโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅคฑ็คผใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใƒ™ใƒณใƒใฎไธญๅฟƒใซๅบงใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้šฃใ‚’ใฝใ‚“ใฝใ‚“ใจๅฉใใ€‚ใ•ใฃใใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃใซๅบงใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ—ใ€ใใฃใจๅƒ•ใŒไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซๅบงใ‚ใ†ใจใฒใฃใคใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚‚ใ†่ซฆใ‚ใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้šฃใซ่…ฐใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใซๅฏ†็€ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šๅƒ•ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใ‚’ๅ—…ใใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้ก”ใ‚’่…•ใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šใคใ‘ใฆๆฅใฆใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆ่ˆใ‚ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ“ใฎๅญใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญขใ‚ใชใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ......ใ€ ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆ่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€้€”็ซฏใซ็œ‰ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใชใใ†ใซใƒใฎๅญ—ใซใ—ใ€ๅฟƒๅบ•ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใใ†ใชๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใซๅบงใฃใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ไธ€ๅ›žใŠ่ฉฑใฃใฆๅ˜่ชžใ‚’่ชฟในใฆใ“ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚ใใ‚ๅธฐใฃใฆๅฏใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚โ™ก ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็ถšใใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใงใ™ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใฃใฆใใคใญๅ›่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“โ™ชใ€ ใใใ€ๆฐ—็ตถใ™ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซ่จ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒๅ…จ้ƒจ่ฃ็›ฎใซๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†่จ€ใˆใฐๅฅฝใใชใ ใ‘่ˆใ‚ใฆใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใจใ‹ใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸใฃใ‘......ใ“ใ‚Œใฏไธๅ‘ณใ„ใชใ€‚ๅฝขๅ‹ขใฏๅฎŒๅ…จใซๅƒ•ใŒไธๅˆฉใ ใ€‚่จ€่ณชใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใ„ใซๆŒใก่พผใ‚“ใ ใฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพใ˜ใ‚ƒๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็›พใซใšใฃใจใใฃใคใ„ใฆใใใ†ใ ใชใใ€‚ๅ›ฐใฃใŸๅ›ฐใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅ›ž่จ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’้ฃŸในใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใฃใฆ่ฆๆฑ‚ใฏ้€šใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......ๅฅฝใใชๆ™‚ใซๅฅฝใใชใ ใ‘่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€่‰ฏใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ไบˆๆƒณๅค–! ่ฆๆฑ‚ใŒ้€šใฃใŸใ ใจ!? ใ„ใ‚„ใงใ‚‚ๅพ…ใฆใ€ๅฅฝใใชๆ™‚ๅฅฝใใชใ ใ‘่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๆ‹’ๅฆใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใ“ใๅ–ใฃใŸ่จ€่ณชใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใใใ†ใ ใชใใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใใ‚Œใฃใฆๅƒ•ใจใšใฃใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใใ‚Œใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅซŒใ ใชใใ€ใใ‚Œใซใ“ใฎๅญ้ญ”ๆ—ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅธธๆ™‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅญใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€ๅ››ๅ…ญๆ™‚ไธญ่ˆใ‚็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใซๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฅฝใใชๆ™‚ใฃใฆใคใพใ‚Šไธ€ๆ—ฅไธญใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจๆง‹ใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใฆๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎไบบ้”ใซใฉใ†่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใฆใ‚‹็”ทใจๆๆƒšใจ่ˆใ‚ใฆใ‚‹ๅฅณใ€ไฝ•ใƒ—ใƒฌใ‚คใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใใฎ่ฆๆฑ‚ใ‚’้€šใ•ใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฏๅผ•ใ‹ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ใฏใ......่ชฌๆ˜ŽใŒ้ขๅ€’ใซใชใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ......ใงใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใชๆ™‚ใซใฃใฆใฎใฏ่ซฆใ‚ใฆ้ ‚ๆˆดใ€‚ๅƒ•ใซใ ใฃใฆ็”ŸๆดปใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ๅ›ใซใฐใ‹ใ‚Šๆง‹ใฃใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€ใ‚„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚็งใ ใ‘ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚ˆใ€็งใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใ™ใ’ใ‡่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ ใชใ€้€†ใซๅฐŠๆ•ฌใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใˆใธใธใƒผโ™ช ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ ใ€Œ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใชใ„ใ€็šฎ่‚‰ไฝๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใใ‚Œใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใชๅๅ‰ใ ใญ!ใ€ ็šฎใจ่‚‰ใ‹ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‚ˆ! ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซๆญขใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚ŒใฐๅพŒใฏๅฅฝใใซใ—ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ..................ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸโ™ช ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ไธ€ๆ—ฅ1ๅ›žใกใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใฆใกใ‚…ใƒผโ™ก ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ…โ™กใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใๅŽšใ‹ใพใ—ใ„ใชใ€ ใกใ‚…ใƒผใฃใฆใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ“ใฎๅญๅƒ•ใฎใƒ•ใ‚กใƒผใ‚นใƒˆใ‚ญใ‚นๅฅชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใชใ€‚ๅผทๅผ•ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใชใใ€ๆ€ใ„ใ ใ—ใŸใ‚‰่‹›ใ€…ใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ญใ‚นๅ‡บๆฅใšๅคฉๅฏฟใ‚’ๅ…จใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆตใพใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใงใ‚‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใจใฏใ„ใˆๆ€ช็‰ฉใ ใ—ใ€ใƒใ‚คใ‚ชใƒใ‚ถใƒผใƒ‰ใฎๆ„ŸๆŸ“ๆบใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‚ˆ? ็—…ๅŽŸ่Œใ‚’ๅฅฝใๅฅฝใ‚“ใงๅธใ„่พผใ‚€ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆใ ใชใ€‚ ใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ๆๆƒšใจใ—ใŸ็™บๆƒ…้ก”ใงๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ‚จใƒญใ‚จใƒญใงๆ€ใ‚ใš่ฆ‹ๆƒšใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใช้ญ…ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไบบ้–“ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ–‡ๅญ—้€šใ‚Š้ฃŸในใŸใ„ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงๅฏงใ‚ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใฉใ‚Œ็จ‹้ญ…ๅŠ›็š„ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๅƒ•ใŒใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใฎๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎ้“ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ไบคๆธ‰ๆˆ็ซ‹ใ ใ€ ่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€้€ฒใ‚“ใงใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๆญปใฌใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€็”Ÿใใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰้€ฒใ‚“ใงใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ไพ‹ใˆใใฎ้“ใŒใ€็œŸใฃ่ตคใซๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸใ€Žๆญปใ€ใจใ€ๅธธใซ้šฃใ‚Šๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฎ่–„ๆฐทใฎ้“ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’ๅ‚ทไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏๅ›ใ‚’่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ‚“ใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใงใ‚‚ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใฃโ™ช ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‰......โ™ก ใใฎ็œผใ€ใžใใžใใ™ใ‚‹ใ…......โ™ก ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใคใญๅ›ใ•ใ„ใฃใ“ใ†......! ๅฅฝใใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใ€ๅฅฝใๅฅฝใใ€่ถ…ๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‰......ใˆใธใธใ€ใญใ‡ใญใ‡ใกใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใฆใกใ‚…ใƒผโ™กใ€ ใ€Œ้ง„็›ฎใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆ˜ผใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใงใ‚‚ใ†1ๅ›žใ—ใŸใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€‚ๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ—ใชใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผ......ใ ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ†็ง้™็•Œใ ใ‚ˆใ‰......ใŠ่…นใฎไธ‹่พบใ‚ŠใŒใใ‚…ใ‚“ใใ‚…ใ‚“็–ผใ„ใฆไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“......ใกใ‚…ใƒผใ€ใ—ใฆ? ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจ้ฃŸในใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚ˆ......โ™กใ€ ใ“ใ„ใคใ€็ด„ๆŸ่ญทใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฎไบบ้–“ใ ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚ฌใƒใง็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ‚“ใฎใ“ใฎๅญใ€ๆœ€ๆ—ฉๆ„›ใจใ‹ๆ‹ใจใ‹่ถ…่ถŠใ—ใฆไพๅญ˜ใ ใ‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅซŒใชใฎใงใ€ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฎใฏใƒŽใƒผใ‚ซใƒณใซใ—ใฆใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€‚ใปใฃใบใŸใซใ€‚ๅฃใจๅฃใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ€ใใฎใพใพๆ‚ถใˆๆญปใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๅƒ•็š„ใซใฏไธ‡ใ€…ๆญณใ ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚ใใ‚ๅธฐใ‚‹ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใฃ......ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚ˆใ‰......่…ฐใŒๆŠœใ‘ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ......โ™ก ใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใต......ใใคใญๅ›ๅคงๅฅฝใใƒ......! ็ตถ้ ‚ใ ใ‚ˆ......ใฃ......โ™กโ™กโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฒใ€…้ฃ›ใณ่ถŠใˆใฆๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎๅญใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆๅธฐใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸๆญปใชใšใซๆธˆใ‚“ใงใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎ็ด„ๆŸใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅฎˆใ‚Œใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๅพŒใ‚ใงๅฌŒๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ๅฒไธŠๅˆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ€Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฃใฆใ€‚ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒ็‰นๆฎŠใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใใ…ใ‚“โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใฃ......ใ€ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎไธŠใซไน—ใฃใฆ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ใจใ‹ๅ‘ๆ€ฏใ ใ€‚ใฉใ‚“ใฉใ‚“ๅๅ‰‡ๆŸ“ใฟใฆใใ‚‹ใชใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ ใ‚ใƒผใ‚ใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“......็”Ÿใใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆใ—ใ‚“ใฉใ„ใชใ......ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฏใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฎฟใธใจๆญฉใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ—ใฆใ€็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ๅญใฎใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใใซ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใง่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏใชใซใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใšใ€ใ™ใใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้ฟใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็œ ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒ็„กไบ‹ใซๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ“ใจใŒๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฟƒ้…ใงใšใฃใจ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅธฐใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไฟกใ˜ใฆๅพ…ใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซๅ…จ่บซใฎๅŠ›ใŒๆŠœใ‘ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ ้–‹ใ„ใŸๆ‰‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ€ใ‚ใฎ่ตคใ„็žณใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ไฝใซ้€Ÿใๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็งใ‚‚่‡ช่ฒ ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฐใ•ใช่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒๅŒ…ใฟ่พผใ‚“ใงใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๆบ€ใŸใ—ใŸใ€‚่ตคใ„็žณใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏใ€ๅŒใ˜ไฝ่ตคใๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸ้ ฌใ‚’ๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใฆใ€ใŠใžใพใ—ใ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅŽญใ‚ใšใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎๅ‘ชๆ–‡ใ‚’ๅซใถใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใซ้›†ใพใฃใŸ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒ็™ฝใใ€ๅฐใ•ใช็‚Žใ‚’็”Ÿใฟใ ใ™ใ€‚ไธ€ใคใ ใ‘ใงใฏ็„กใใ€ๅๆ•ฐๅ€‹ใ‚‚ใฎ็™ฝใ„็‚Žใ‚’ใ€ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใฏ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‚’ๆตฎ้Šใ™ใ‚‹้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใจใถใคใ‹ใฃใฆใ€็›ธๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็™ฝใจ้ป’ใฎๅ…‰ใŒ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ไนฑๅๅฐ„ใ—ใฆใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใซๆททๆฒŒใจใ—ใŸ็ฉบ้–“ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃใ€่™ซใฎ็™–ใซๅ‡„ใ„ๅ‡„ใ„โ™ก ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่ฒดๅฅณใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใญ!ใ€ ่™ซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็งใ‚’ใใ†ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็งใฎ็œผใŒๅคงใใ่ฆ‹้–‹ใ‹ใ‚Œใ€้ฉšๆ„•ใซ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅคฑใ†ใ€‚ใพใ•ใ‹ใพใ•ใ‹ใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใจ็™ฝใ„็‚Žใฎ้š™้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰้ก”ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ็™ฝใ„้ซชใ€ไธŠๆฐ—ใ—ใŸ้ก”ใ€ๆ€ชใ—ใ„ๅ…‰ใ‚’ๅฎฟใ—ใŸ่ตคใ„็žณใ€ใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹้–“้•ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ้ก”ใฏใ€่ฒดๅฅณใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซๅซŒใ‚‰ใ—ใ„็œผใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใŸ็™บๆƒ…็Œซ! ่ฒดๅฅณใŒใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€! ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใŠใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ใ‰ใ„โ™ช ็ใ—ใ„ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใพใง้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ......โ™ก ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘็งใ‚’่ˆˆๅฅฎใ•ใ›ใ‚Œใฐๆฐ—ใŒๆธˆใ‚€ใฎใ‰......ใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใตโ™กใ€ ็™ฝใ„็‚Žใจ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ่ก็ชใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅ…ƒใฎ่–„ๆš—ใ„ๅ…‰ใŒๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฑ้™บใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ใ€็งใฎๅŠ›ไธ่ถณใงๅฅชใ‚ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ€‚็งใŒใ€ๅ€’ใ•ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆ•ตใ€‚ ใใฃใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใพใงๅ‘ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใŒใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใฆๆฅใฆใ€ๅŠ›ๅฐฝใใฆ็œ ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€็งใŒ่ญทใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ€‚็งใฏใใฎ็‚บใซๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰! ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ ใƒผใ‚โ™ก ใใคใญๅ›ใซ่ฒดๅฅณใ‚’ๅ‚ทไป˜ใ‘ใกใ‚ƒใƒ€ใƒกใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰......็งใฏ่ฒดๅฅณใจๆˆฆใ‚ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ!? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒ......?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฏใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹็‚บใซๅ‘ผใณๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ๆƒšใ‚Œใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸโ™ก ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใ„ใง้ฃŸในใชใ„ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใ•ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใฎโ™ชใ€ ไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’้ ฌใซๅฝ“ใฆใฆใ€ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใใ†่จ€ใ†ๆ€ช็‰ฉใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฟใŸใ„ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใŒใ€็งใซใฏๅ‡„ใๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใŒๆ‚ชใๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่ชใ‚ใŸใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎ? ใ ใฃใฆใ ใฃใฆใ€ใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ใชใฎใซ่‰ฏใ„ใฎ? ใ€Œไฟกใ˜ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใฏไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใƒผใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎใ“ใจโ™ก ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎใ“ใจใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚‹ใ•ใ„! ็งใฎๆ–นใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ช ่™ซใŒไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚็„ก้ง„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€่ฒดๅฅณใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎ็œผ็ƒใฎๅ‘ณใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹? ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่ก€ใฎๅ‘ณใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹? ใใคใญๅ›ใจใกใ‚…ใƒผใ™ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใฎๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹? ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ็งใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“! ่ฒดๅฅณใจ็งใ˜ใ‚ƒใใคใญๅ›ใธใฎๅฅฝใใŒ้•ใ†ใฎโ™กใ€ ใ“ใฎๅญไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎ็œผ็ƒใฎๅ‘ณใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‹ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๅฅฝๆ„Ÿๅบฆใ‚’่‘—ใ—ใไธ‹ใ’ใฆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใชใ„ใฎ? ใกใ‚…ใƒผใ ใฃใฆ็„ก็†็Ÿข็†ๅฅชใฃใŸใใ›ใซใ€‚้ ญใŒใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚็ตถๅฏพใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ“ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใฃใฆใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ็งใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใชใฎใ€่ฒดๅฅณใฎๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒšใƒผใ‚นใฏใชใ„ใฎใฃ!ใ€ ้ญ”ๆ—ใชใ‚‰้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚‰ใ—ใๆฃฎใธๅธฐใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใŸ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ‹ใก่ช‡ใฃใŸๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ไบˆๆƒณๅค–ใซ็ด ็›ดใซ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ“ใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ€็‰ฉๅ‡„ใ่‹›ใ€…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅ‹ใก่ช‡ใฃใŸ้ก”ใ‚’ๆฎดใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚็ตถๅฏพใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‰ใพใฃใฆใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใซใฏ็งใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใใ—ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆฎ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใตใจใ€ๆ€ฅใช่„ฑๅŠ›ๆ„Ÿใจ็–ฒๅŠดๆ„Ÿใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€็งใฏใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธŠใซ้™ใ‚Š็ซ‹ใคใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใจ้šฃใง็œ ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅคงใใๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้šฃใซๅฏ่ปขใŒใฃใฆใ‚ทใƒผใƒ„ใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ใŒไฝ•ใ ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ก็œ ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใ„ๅฆ–็ฒพใฎ็งใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็œ ใŸใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๆ„Ÿใจใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒๅŽปใฃใŸ่„ฑๅŠ›ๆ„ŸใŒใใฃใจ็œ ๆฐ—ใ‚’่ช˜ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆทฑๅ‘ผๅธใ—ใฆใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๆทฑใๆฒˆใ‚ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ใง็œ ใ‚Šใฎไธ–็•Œใธใจๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€• ็žฌ้–“ใ€ ็งใฎ้šฃใงใ€ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็œผใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€่ฆ–็•Œใซ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใฎใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•็œŸใฃ็™ฝใชๅ…‰ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
Fairy and Demon. For temporary, I who perhaps currently have the strongest defensive ability in the world, and Leila-chan who has the strongest infection ability in the world, there's a spark of a different atmosphere that are clashed between us, one side wants to hold the other, where the other side wants to escape from the other one. To be honest, right now, it could be said that we have a great affinity, but it also could be said that we have a bad affinity. That's because, all of her attacks couldn't hurt me at all, and all of my attacks couldn't reach her at all. Since right now all of our attacks couldn't be considered as a threat for both of us, this battle reaches a deadlock state where I can't see where the end point is. Even so, she wants my every things, and I want to stay away from her. With such reversed intention, as expected I have to find a compromise for it by all means. Right now, at a state where we have an equal strength, the only weapon we can use to win is... 'word'. "Leila-chan." "Ufufu, what's it?" "Let's have a chat." "Again? Ufufu, but I don't mind. Since right now my attack couldn't hurt you, so there's nothing we can do but it, right? " At my suggestion, she obediently accepts it. Seems like different from before, she loves me so much, she still has that lustful expression, but she's still able to think logically. She has become a splendidly bothersome person. Her mental state is gradually growth into one of an S rank, moreover at a rapid pace. I'm sure that my very existence has become a great influence for her mental growth, right? For me that is a bad influence, though. Manipulating the misty and swaying jet-black miasma around her, she skillfully produces a black bench using it. Seems like that miasma can be transformed into various objects. Even I'm sure that she imitates shiori-chan's face by putting that miasma at her face, doesn't she? That means, its color could also be changed, huh. So she can transform into anything, huh, how envious. "Come on, Kitsune-kun, hurry up and sit here." "...then, excuse me." Leila-chan who sits at the middle of the bench is patting the space next to her. Previously she came and sat next to me so I'm sure no matter where I sit she would come and cling to me again, right? That's why I just give up and obediently sit next to her. In doing so, she clings at me with a very happy expression. And just as I expected, she rubs her face against my arm and also sniffs my smell, and then, she takes and starts licking my arm. Didn't just now we said to have a chat? "Please stop it." "Ah...." When I take my hand away and told her to stop licking it, she let out a very disappointed voice with her eyebrows makes a ha ( / \ ) character. We don't sit here to do such a thing, you know? Please go and check what 'chat' means. "Say, Leila-chan, I want to go home soon, you see." "Ah, then, are we going to continue it at your room?" "You're intending to follow me, huh." "You were the one that said that I can be together with you, after all." Dammit, the thing I said back then, when I almost collapsed, is backfiring me now. Come to think of it, I think I said something along 'you can lick me as much as you want', didn't I?.... isn't that bad? The conditions completely put me at disadvantage. I need to do something about those promises. Seems like it's a great thing that I proposed to have a chat, at this rate she might keep following me anywhere using these promises as premises. How troublesome. "...come to think of it, Leila-chan. I'll say it once again, but, could you please stop trying to eat me?" "Hmm~... if you let me lick you anytime and as much as I pleased then, I'm fine with it." "Eh, really?" How unexpected! She accept my request, she said!? But, wait, what the hell is licking anytime and as much as she pleased? But, if I don't take it here, I feel like she would keep pestering me using my own words as premise. Or rather, isn't that means she'd be always together with me, right? I'm a bit reluctant of it, moreover she is a demon, after all. Beside, we're talking about this lustful girl, you know? I'm pretty sure she'd keep on licking me day and night. Anytime means that there would be a time when there is someone around, since I also have Finia-chan and the other so I can't keep on only looking after her, after all. Moreover, how should I explain it to people around us? A man who let his body got licked and a woman who got in ecstasy upon licking it, what kind of thing, is that? But, unless I accept her request, I doubt she'd ever back off. That means, haa... it'd be very troublesome to explain it. "Got it... but please let the anytime off. I have my own life, after all, so I can't keep on accompanying you anytime." "Eh~, no way. You must keep on looking at me only, since I really love you so that's okay, right?" "You sure are very self-centered, aren't you? In a sense I respect you." "Ehehe~, yay." "I'm not praising you, don't you even know sarcasm(Pi Rou )?" "What is that? It sounds very tasty!" Skin(Pi ) and meat(Rou ), huh, that's indeed sounds tasty-- that's not it! "Hmm... if you stop when I ask you to, then the rest is up to you, how about it?" "Hmm~... okay. Then give me a kiss once a day. If you take it then we get a deal here." "You sure are a shameless person, aren't you?" Kiss, huh, come to think of it, she took away my first kiss, didn't she? She forcefully did it, though, just remembering it makes me irritated. But, wait, I heard there were people who passed their lifetime without ever had a kiss even once, so, perhaps I'm quite lucky here, aren't I? But, wait, even though she's a cutie, she's still a monster, after all, someone akin to the source of a biohazard, you know? With the possibility that I might accidentally inhale her virus, as I thought it is a loss. Yup... Leila-chan's face that is looking up at me with such lustful expression sure is erotic, to the point of fascinating, nonetheless she's a demon, and I'm a human. Also, she has a desire to literally eat me, where I don't want to be eaten by her, that's the scariest part. No matter how fascinating the expression she has. However, if this is the only means I have to survive before {Red Night} , "...got it, with this the negotiation is completed." Fine then, just bring it on. I can't afford to die here, so if it's a mean on surviving then I'll thread on it no matter what. Even if that route is dyed in red by 'death', even if that route is eternally accompanied by danger. "But, Leila-chan, if you by any chance hurt Finia-chan and the other, I won't ever forgive you. I'll definitely kill you by any means necessary." "Ahaha, how beautiful... that eyes of yours, it makes me thrilled... you sure are the best, Kitsune-kun...! I really, really, really, really love you... ehehe, come on, kiss me, kiss me." "No, we've done it once at our match today, didn't we? Please be patient." "Eh~... I'm already at my limit, you know... somewhere around below my stomach feels itchy so it can't be helped... kiss me, please? Or else, I'll eat you, you know..." This girl, she's the type of person who won't ever keep their promise. She thinks nothing but her own lust, she's at the point where greatly apart from like nor love. But, since I don't want to get eaten, disregarding our kiss at this afternoon, I kiss her again. At her cheek. I never said to kiss lips to lips, if only she'd die in agony as it is then that would be a very pleasing thing for me. "Well then, I'm going home now." "Aahn... please wait... my body won't move... ufufu... I love you, Kitsune-kun...! You sure are the best...." "In many way, this girl sure is creepy." I decide to ignore Leila-chan and immediately go home. Thanks god it ended without I have to die. Seems like I'd be able to fulfill my promise with Finia-chan. Leila-chan is still trying to stand at my rear with a flirtatious voice, but, what should I do from now on? Perhaps it'd be recorded at my track record, as an adventurer who take along an S rank demon. Perhaps {Red Night} is a special one, though. "Kitsune-kun." "Uwah...." Just because you can't stand on your feet, you shouldn't just sit atop your flying miasma, that is unfair, you know? This girl sure is gradually increasing her unfairness. Ah, really... it sure is hard just to keep on living...in this world. While thinking about such a thing, I keep on walking toward the inn. * * * Not too long after Kitsune-san left, he staggeringly returned with a somewhat exhausted expression. I immediately fled and approached him but Kitsune-san immediately went to the bed, while carefully not to wake Lulu-chan up, without saying any single word and immediately went asleep as if a dead man. I was somewhat surprised, but I was really happy that Kitsune-san safely retuned. I was always wanted to jump out from this room to where Kitsune-san was but, since Kitsune-san said that he'd return so I put my trust in him and waiting here. That was why, the instant Kitsune-san returned, my body lost its strength. However, The moment that red eyed monster entered the room from the opened door, along with the dark miasma, my body was moving at an unbelievable speed. I covered my whole body with my prided magical energy, and light the room. The red eyed monster was, having similarly red cheeks, eerily laughing. Without concerning that I might wake Kitsune-san up, I shouted my magic's chant. The magical energy that gathered at my palm transformed into a little white fire. Not just one, there were several dozens of it, and then those fire clashed with the dark miasma around the monster before me, and counterbalancing each other. White and dark light were diffusing inside the room, and the space inside the room was disordered. "Ahaha, for a bug, you sure are amazing. Could it be, you're an idea type?!" Bug, she called me as such. My eyes were opened wide in surprise at such surprising word. White hair, flushing face, red eyes that contained an eerie light, but there was no doubt about it. That face was, she was, Leila Vermilion. The lustful cat that was always looking at Kitsune-san with her filthy eyes! So she was {Red Night} ! "Kitsune-kun sure is interesting! To even have the rare idea type... just how much he would excite me till he pleased... ufufu, ufufufu." The collision between the dark miasma and the white fire was over, the room returned into just a mere dim room. A dangerous enemy, the one that took Kitsune-san's left eye away because of my lack of power. Kitsune-san's enemy that I have to avenge no matter what. I was sure that Kitsune-san was running away from her. And then, barely escaping from her alive till this room, he immediately went asleep. If that was the case, I had to protect him. That was the very reason I pursued after power, after all! "But, I can't. Kitsune-kun said that I must not hurt you, after all... so I won't fight you." "!? Kitsune-san said so....?" "Yes, actually I called him to eat him, but... I fell in love with him. That's why, after we had discussed it, in exchange for me to don't eat him, he let me to be together with him." Putting both of her hand at her cheeks, this monster acted as if in shame. This monster said such humanism word, but as far as I was concerned, I thought it as creepy. Did Kitsune-san really accept this monster to live together with him as per she just said? After all, this monster was the very one that snatched away Kitsune-san's left eye, you know? But, he accepted it? "It can't be helped if you don't believe me, but it's true. Because, I really love Kitsune-kun, after all." "Shut up! I love Kitsune-san more!" "Ahaha, no matter what a bug like you say, it's useless, do you know the taste of Kitsune-kun's eyeball? Do you know the taste of Kitsune-kun's blood? Do you know the pleasure from kissing Kitsune-kun? You must be don't know, right? Only I who know it! The degree of our love for Kitsune-kun are greatly different." I didn't know what she was talking about. In exchange for knowing the taste of his eyeball, did she not aware about how bad Kitsune-san's impression toward her? Even the kiss, it was a forceful one. "...I got it, so just go away quickly, this room is just for Kitsune-san, me and Lulu-chan, there's no room for you!" As a demon you should just quietly returned to the forest just as what usually demon did. And then, floating a triumphant smile, unexpectedly she obediently left the room. What was up with this feeling, it was really irritating. I really wanted to hit that triumphant face of hers. Perhaps Kitsune-san also had the same feeling. I was sure of it. Closing the door, the one remained inside the room was me, Kitsune-san, and Lulu-chan. Suddenly, I was attacked by a great tired feeling, so I unsteadily went toward the bed. Looking at Lulu-chan's face who was lying beside Kitsune-san, I made a great exhale. And then, I lied down next to Lulu-chan and covered my body with the sheet. "...I don't understand what happened at all." Muttering so, I closed my eyes. As a fairy, I didn't need to sleep, but somehow I got sleepy. The sense of security of having Kitsune-san returned, and the exhaustion for chasing away {Red Night} , I was pretty sure those were the source of my drowsiness. Taking a deep breath, my consciousness started sinking deeply. And then, just a bit more and I'd arrive at dreamland-- And that instant, Next to me, something happened. Opened my eyes wide, and the one that appeared at my field of vision was-- a white light.
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็ฉบใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ•ใฃใใพใงใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒใ‚ใฃใŸ็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€ไปŠใฏไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹้’ใ„็ฉบใŒๅƒ•ใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ? ไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸ? โ€•โ€•โ€•็™ฝใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆญฃ็ขบใซใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฏ้•ใฃใŸ็ด”็ฒ‹็„กๅžขใง้™ฝใฎๅ…‰ใง่ผใ„ใฆใฟใˆใ‚‹็™ฝ้ซชใซใ€็™ฝใ„่‚Œใ€ใใ—ใฆ็™ฝใ„ใƒ‰ใƒฌใ‚นใ‚’็€ใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚้œฒ่‰่‰ฒใฎ็žณใฏ็ฉบใ‚’ๆ˜ ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆฌกใซใ€็›ดใ—ใŸ็ญˆใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒ็„กใใชใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ๆญฃ็ขบใซ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅœฐ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰2m็จ‹ใพใงใฏๅฃใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธŠใฏๅฑ‹ๆ นใ‚‚ๅฃใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ใŒๅนใ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅœฐ้ขใซใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ๆ•ฐๅใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅญ้”ใŒๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆญปใ‚“ใงใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็š†ๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฏๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใŸใ ไธ€ไบบใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฏ่ฟ‘ใใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆ็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใใ‚“ใช็”Ÿๆธฉใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏๆจชใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€่ญฆๆˆ’ใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใๅ‡บใ—ใซใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใงๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็จใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจ่จ“็ทดๅ ดใงๆˆฆใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‚‚ไธ€ๅบฆใ‚ใ‚“ใช้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใฃใ‘ใ€‚ Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅœงๅ€’็š„ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใคๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ€ๅผทๆ•ตใ‚’็›ฎใซใ—ใŸๆง˜ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ‚ใฎๅญใ€ใชใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€้ญ”ๆ—ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใฏ็ขบใ‹ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ไบบ้–“ใจใ‚‚้•ใ†ๅŒ‚ใ„ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็ญ”ใˆใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใฃใฆ็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏใ˜ใฃใจใ“ใกใ‚‰ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅซŒใช็œผใ ใชใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงๅฟƒใฎไธญใ‚’่ฆ—ใใ“ใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช็œผใ ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจไผšใฃใฆใ€ๆ‰“ๅ€’ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใฎใซใ™ใใ“ใ‚Œใ‹......ใชใ‚“ใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ„ใ„ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใฐใฃใ‹ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‰ใซ็พใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ๅ›ใฏ่ชฐ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......้ฉšใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œไธ€ๆ’ƒใงๅ…จๅ“กๆต„ๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใงใ—ใŸใŒ......ๅญ˜ๅค–ใ€ใŠๅผทใ„ๆง˜ใงใ™ใญใ€ ไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใฎใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใฎใพใพใซ้ฉšใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅ…จ็„ถไฟกๆ†‘ๆ€งใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ๆต„ๅŒ–ใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆฎบใ™ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏๆฐ—็ตถใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใฃใฆไบ‹ใ‹? ใŠๅผทใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅผทใ„ใฎใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใฆใชใ„ใฎใฏ่€ๆ€งใจใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนใ€ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅŒๆง˜่ฉฑใŒ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใงใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:28740 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:39500 ๆ•ๆท:26800 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:52600 ใ€็งฐๅทใ€‘ โ—‡ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใจๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ไฝ•ใ‹ใซ้˜ปใพใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉ......ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅคงใใไธŠๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆญฃ็œŸๆญฃ้Š˜ใฎ่ฆๆ ผๅค–ใ€ๅ‹ใก็›ฎใฎใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žไฝฟๅพ’ใ€ใฃใฆ็งฐๅทใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไบบ้–“ใจใฏ้•ใ†ๅŒ‚ใ„ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ“ใฎ็งฐๅทใฎใ›ใ„ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใงใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฏไบบ้–“ใฎๅŸŸใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“......ไปŠไฝ•ใ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใญใ€ ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸ!? ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใ„ใฆใƒใƒฌใŸใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใฆไธ€ๅบฆใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใŒใคใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ็ญˆใชใฎใซ......ใ“ใฎๅญใ€ๆœฌๆ ผ็š„ใซใƒคใƒใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใจ......่ฒดๅฅณใ€ไธ€ๆ’ƒใงๅ€’ใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏ่ฒดๆ–นๆ–นใŒๅˆใ‚ใฆใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ€็งใ‚’ๆญปใฌใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฃใฆๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใŸใฎใ‚‚่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅˆใ‚ใฆใ ใ‚ˆโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚้€šๅธธ้€šใ‚Šใซ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎ้ ฌใซๅ†ทใ‚„ๆฑ—ใŒไผใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‹ใชใ‚Šไฝ™่ฃ•ใŒใชใ„็Šถๆ…‹ใชใฎใฏ็ขบใ‹ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ ดใ‚’็”Ÿใๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ใซใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่ญทใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„็ด„ๆŸใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆญปใฌใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใชใ‚“ใงๅƒ•้”ใ‚’่ฅฒใ†? ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐๆฎบใ™ๆฐ—ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹? ใ€Œๅ›ใ€ไฝ•ใŒ็›ฎ็š„?ใ€ ใพใšใฏใ€ใใ“ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใฟใชใ„ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็›ฎ็š„......ไธ–็•Œใฎๆต„ๅŒ–ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๆต„ๅŒ–?ใ€ ใ€Œ็พๅœจใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฏไธๅฎ‰ๅฎšใซๆบใ‚‰ใ„ใงใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๅŽŸๅ› ใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’ๆ‹›ใๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹็ฉบ้–“ใฎๆญชใฟโ€•โ€•โ€•็งใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆญฃใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใ‚„ในใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฃใฆๅƒ•ใจๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฎใ›ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ็ฉบ้–“ใฎๆบใ‚‰ใŽใจใ‚„ใ‚‰ใŒใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใฉใ†ใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅƒ•ใซใฏๅ…จใๆƒณๅƒใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ“ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚่จ€่‘‰้€šใ‚Šใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆญฃใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅƒ•ใจๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฏ็‹™ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅ…ทไฝ“็š„ใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใ—ใ‚ใŸใ‚ŠๅŽŸๅ› ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๆต„ๅŒ–ใฃใฆใฎใฏ......ๆฎบใ™ใฃใฆใ“ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ‚ใ‚’่‚‰ไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰่งฃใๆ”พใคใ ใ‘ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใใ‚Œๆฎบใ™ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใŒ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏใƒใƒฌใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ็ขบๅฎŸใซ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ ใจใƒใƒฌใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ™ฎ้€šใซ็‹™ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ‚ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใ—ใ‹ๅƒ•ใŒ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฃใ‚’ๆป‘ใ‚‰ใ›ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅƒ•ใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ......ใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎๅ ดใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๅ…จๅ“กใ‚’ใฎใ—ใŸ่จณใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็‹™ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚ˆใ†ใŒใ„ใพใ„ใŒๅคงใ—ใฆๅทฎใฏใชใ„ใ€ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใง......ๅ›ใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใจ่žใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ…ฅใ‚Œ้•ใ„ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™ใŒ......่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆ—ฉใ่กŒใใชใ‚ˆใ€ไปŠใชใ‚‰ใ™ใ่ฟฝใ„ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ—ๅ›ใชใ‚‰ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’่ฟฝใ†ใ€ใชใ‚‰ๆ—ฉใ่กŒใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซๆšดใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๆญฏใŒ็ซ‹ใกใใ†ใซใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ†็ฐกๅ˜ใซใฏ่กŒใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€Žไฝฟๅพ’ใ€ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ™ใŒ......ใใ“ใฎ่ฒดๅฅณใฏใ€ไบบ้–“ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใญใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ใงใ™ใญโ€•โ€•โ€•ใพใšใฏๅ…ˆใซ่ฒดๅฅณใ‚’ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Ž้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ƒใ™ใ€็ญˆใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็‹™ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ็ขบ่ชใ—ใŸๅๅ‰ใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซ็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใพใ•ใ—ใ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๆง˜ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏไฝ•ใ‹้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจ่บซๆง‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€็ชใๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ ็™ฝใ„้›ทใŒใƒใƒใƒใƒใจๅคงใใช้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆๅŽๆŸใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใใ€ๅคงใใช้’็™ฝใ„้›ทใฎๆงใจๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏ็ฉบๆฐ—ใซใƒใƒใƒƒใจๆ‘ฉๆ“ฆ้Ÿณใ‚’้Ÿฟใ‹ใ›ใ€ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่‰ฏใ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใใฎๆงใฎ่ฟ‘ใใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญชใ‚“ใง่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ๆใ‚‰ใใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„้ญ”ๅŠ›ๆ•…ใซๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๅ…‰ใฎๅฑˆๆŠ˜ๅบฆใŒ่ค‡้›‘ใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ง้”ใฏไธ–็•Œใฎๆบใ‚‰ใŽใ‚’ๆญฃใ—ใ€็ฅžใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ไบ‹ใ‚’็›ฎ็š„ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใใฎ็‚บใฎ็งใฎๆญฆๅ™จใ€็ฅžใ‚’่‘ฌใ‚‹ๆงใ€‚ๆ•…ใซโ€•โ€•ใ€Ž ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€้’็™ฝใ„็จฒๅฆปใงๅ‡บๆฅใŸๆงใ‚’ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ง้”ใ€ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใชใฎใŒไป–ใซใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใญใ€็งใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใ„ๆ–นใ‚‚ใ„ใพใ™......ใพใใ€ไธ€ๆ’ƒใฎ็ ดๅฃŠๅŠ›ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•็งใŒไธ€็•ชใ ใจ่‡ช่ฒ ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใŒใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒ......ใ‚“ใชใฃ!?ใ€ ใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ใจๆงใ‚’ๅ›ž่ปขใ•ใ›ใ€ใใ—ใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่จ€ใ„็ต‚ใˆใ‚‹ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซ็จฒๅฆปใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธŠใธใจๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ฌใƒชใ‚ฌใƒชใจๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๅ‰Šใ‚Šใ€ๅŒๆ™‚ใซ็จฒๅฆปใŒใใฎ่บซใซๅฎฟใ—ใŸ็ผ็†ฑใงๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๆบถใ‹ใ™ใ€‚ ไฝ•ใฎๆŠตๆŠ—ใ‚‚็„กใๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๆŠ‰ใ‚Šใ€็ฉบ้ซ˜ใๆŒฏใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็จฒๅฆปใฎๆงใฏใ€ใใฎๅฝ—ๆ˜Ÿใฎๆง˜ใช่ปŒ่ทกใ‹ใ‚‰ๅทจๅคงใช้›ทใ‚’ๆ‰“ใกๆ”พใคใ€‚ ้’็™ฝใ„้›ทใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใธใจ่ฟซใ‚Šใ€้›ทใฎ่ถ…้ซ˜้€Ÿใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้ก”ใฎๆจชใ‚’้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅ…‰็ทšใฎๆง˜ใซ้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใŸ้›ทใฏใ€ไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธŠใธใจๆ”พใŸใ‚ŒใŸๆ•…ใซใ€็ฉบใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๅฝ—ๆ˜Ÿใฎ่ปŒ่ทกใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ™ใ€‚้›ฒใ‚’่นดๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใ€ไธ€็žฌ็ฉบใ‚’้’็™ฝใ„ๅ…‰ใงๆŸ“ใ‚ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........!ใ€ ใใฎๅจๅŠ›ใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆไธ€็•ช้ฉšๆ„•ใ ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅˆฅใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใ“ใฎไธ–ใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸๆœ€ๆ‚ชใฎ่„…ๅจใ€ใใฎๅผตๆœฌไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใŒใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ไธ€็žฌใ‚‚ๅๅฟœๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ€‚ ็จฒๅฆปใŒ้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใ€็ฉบใ‚’้’็™ฝใ็…งใ‚‰ใ—ใ€ๅ…ƒใฎ้’ใ€…ใจใ—ใŸ็ฉบใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใใฆใ€ใใ“ใงๅˆใ‚ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆˆ‘ใซ่ฟ”ใ‚‹ใ€‚้…ใ‚Œใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ ฌใซใ€็จฒๅฆปใŒ้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใฆๅ‡บๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใซๆŽ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€็ทšใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅ‚ทใŒๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ€ใทใคใฃใจ่ก€ใŒๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใซใ€ใใ‚Œ......ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใฎใฏใ‚ใ–ใจๅค–ใ—ใพใ—ใŸ......ๆฌกใฏๅฝ“ใฆใพใ™ใ€ ่Œซ็„ถใจๅ‘Ÿใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏ็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏๆทกใ€…ใจใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฌกใฏๅฝ“ใฆใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•ใคใพใ‚Šๆฌกใฏๆฎบใ™ใจใ€‚ ่จ€่‘‰ใซๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใฏ็ฑ ใฃใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€็žณใ‚‚็„กๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏไฝ™่จˆใซ่ƒŒ็ญ‹ใ‚’ๅ†ทใ‚„ใ™ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงๅพŒๆ•ฐmmๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใฐๅฟƒ่‡“ใซ็ชใๅˆบใ•ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๆ‰€ใพใงใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’็ชใๅˆบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฟƒ่บซใฏๆ‹˜ๆŸใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใซใ€็”ŸๆฎบไธŽๅฅชๆจฉใŒๆกใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅˆใ‚ใฆๆญปใฎๆๆ€–ใ‚’ไฝ“ๆ„Ÿใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅผทใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅผทใ„่€…ใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŒใกใ€ใใ—ใฆๆฌฒๆœ›ใŒ้–‹ๆ”พใ—ใฆใใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ไปŠใฏ้•ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚......ใ†.........ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆ่จ€ใ„ใพใ™ใญ......ๆฌกใฏๅฝ“ใฆใพใ™ใ€ ่จ€่‘‰ใฎๅ‡บใชใ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏไธ€ๆญฉใ€ๆญฉใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ๆ€–ใ„ใฎใฏใใฎๅŠ›ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ๆฎบๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใชใใ€ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚‚็„กใใ€็†็”ฑใ‚‚ใชใใ€ใŸใ ๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใŠใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๆฉŸๆขฐใฎๆง˜ใชๅฝผๅฅณ่‡ช่บซใŒๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใพใŸไธ€ๆญฉใจ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅพŒใšใ•ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’่ฟฝใ‚ใชใใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใงใ€ๆ‰‹ๆ—ฉใๆธˆใพใ›ใพใ™ใญใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใพใŸๆงใ‚’ใใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจๅ›žใ—ใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๆ›ดใซๅคงใใช้›ทใ‚’็™บ็”Ÿใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆงใฏ็›ฎใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใปใฉใซ่†จใ‚ŒไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใใฎๆงใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’ใใฎ้œฒ่‰่‰ฒใฎไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆ˜ ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„็žณใง่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๆงใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใถใ‚Šใ€ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸโ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€ใใฎๅ‹•ใใŒๆญขใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆญปใฌใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็œผใ‚’็ž‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹็ญˆใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ช่จใซๆ€ใ„ใ€ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจ็œผใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅ‘ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใใ€‚ใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒๅ‘ใๅ…ˆใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆจชใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฎๅ…ˆใ‚’่ฟฝใฃใฆใ€่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใญใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใŒใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆจชใซ็ซ‹ใกใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ€ใใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ไธ–็•Œใฏๅƒ•ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€ ่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ€ๅฝผใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆๆ€–ใ—ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅ‘‘ๆฐ—ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใ ใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใฎใ•ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ใ†ใฃใจใŠใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚็–ฒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆญฃ็›ดใฉใฃใกใ‹ใจใ„ใ†ใจๅซŒใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใฆใ€่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏ้›ทใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใพใŸๆก”้ŸณใŒไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใพใงๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€็ตๆง‹้ ญใซๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใซใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใชๆ”ฏใˆใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญๅ›......ใ€ ใ€ŒๅฅชใŠใ†ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ•ตใ ใ€ ่ƒธใซใฝใฃใ‹ใ‚Š็ฉบใ„ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ็ฉดใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฟƒใ‚’่‹ฆใ—ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ่‹ฆใ—ใฟใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฝฐใ—ใ‹ใญใชใ„็ตถๆœ›ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆฝฐใ‚Œใชใ„ใงใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ็ต†ใŒใพใ ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๅธŒๆœ›ใจใ€ๅ‚ใงๆ”ฏใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚„ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใš่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๆŒฏใ‚‹่ˆžใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’ๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใ€้…ทใไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฏพๅณ™ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ๆŠตๆŠ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๅŠ›ใฎๅทฎใŒใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจๅใๆจใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไธๆ•ตใซ่จ€ใ„ๆ”พใคใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•็ฅžๆฎบใ—ใŒใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฆ„ๆƒณใฎไธญใง24ๅ›žไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๆป…ใผใ—ใŸ็”ทใ ใžใ€
I'm looking up to the sky. Even though I was supposed to be inside the guild up till just a moment ago, somehow right now my field of vision is filled by the blue sky. Why? What happened? In instance I straighten up my body, and turn my gaze from the sky to the ground. And then, I can see... --something white there. To be more precise, there's a girl, who in contrast to Leila-chan, has shining white hair, white skin, and wears a white dress, that as if made of light. Her azure eyes are as if reflecting the sky, but there's no emotion within. Moreover, the supposed to be just been repaired guild's disappeared. More precisely, there's still two-meters-high wall remains, but anything above it, either it roof nor wall, everything's been blown away. Rishe-chan, the adventurers, and the receptionists, everyone is lying on the ground. Seems like they aren't dead, but they're all fainted. "Ah, Kitsune-kun, are you okay?" "Leila-chan...." Except one, Leila-chan, she's staring at the standing white girl. No, she isn't simply staring at her, I can understand it simply by looking at her face, vigilance can be clearly seen there. When we were fighting at the guild's ground, she showed such expression once, after all. She, who has an overwhelming prwess of S rank, is showing an expression as if facing a formidable enemy. "Leila-chan... who is that girl?" "I don't know, I'm sure that she isn't demon, but... I feel like she isn't human either." After listening to her answer, I also focus my gaze on that girl. The girl is staring fixedly on us. What an unpleasant eyes, they are looking at us, but they aren't looking at us at all. These eyes are as if peeking at inside our hearts. After meeting that hero, I've decided to knock him down, but, the next one in line is this, huh... firstly Leila-chan, now this girl, why must these monsters always appear before me one after another? "Umm... who are you?" "...I'm surprised." "Hm?" "Even though I intended to purifiy you all in an attack... you two are unexpectedly pretty strong, aren't you?" Moreover, what's that purify supposed to mean? To kill? Or perhaps to make us all fainted? And even if she says we're strong, the strong one is only Leila-chan here, I think the reason I'm not fainted is thanks to 'Pain nullification' skill. Well, for now, since I feel like she's at least as strong as Leila-chan, let's peek at her status first. *Status* Name : Stella Gender : Female Strength : 28740 Stamina : 39500 Agility : 26800 Magic Power : 52600 Title :{Apostle} * I can't see her skill and innate skill as if I'm obstructed by something, but... even simply by status, hers has surpassed Leila-chan's by far. The genuine another level existence, someone I can't see any chance of defeating. And then, the one that makes me most curious is... her 'Apostle' title. Leila-chan said that her smell is different that human, perhaps it's because of this title. Even I can uncderstand it, this girl is someone that has surpassed human limit by far. "Hmm... you just did something, didn't you?" She noticed it!? I've never been found out when I peeked at someone's tatus even once up until now, even Leila-chan seems like has never noticed it... this girl is really dangerous. "You, and... you. You both are the first that I can't defeat in one attack." "Ufufu, you're also the first that give me the feeling that I might die, you know?" "Is that so." Leila-chan is speaking just as she usualy does, but cold sweat is dripping on her face. I can clearly see that this isn't a good situation. What should I do to survive this predicament? I have promises I must fulfill, I can't afford to die here. Or rather, why did she attack us in the first place? Moreover, was she intending to kill us? "What's your purpose?" Firstly, I must ask it first or else I won't understand anything. "Purpose... to purify the world." "Purify?" "Currently, this world's stability is wavering. The cause is the space distortion when summoning someone from another world. I come to correct it." Shit, doesn't that mean it's because of me and that fake hero? I don't feel like I'll be able to run away. I don't know and I can't even imagine what she would do to this so called space distortion, but if what she says about correcting it is true, then there's a high possibility that her targets would be me and that fake hero. "...specifically speaking, how are you going do it?" "By purifying the cause of this instability, the hero." "By purifying... do you mean kill?" "I will only separate his soul from his body." "That's exactly what I meant by killing!" Seems like she hasn't noticed that I'm also an otherworlder, but since the hero is clearly from another world so he's clearly been targeted by her. Aside from Finia-chan and that fake hero, no one know that I'm an otherworlder, so as long as they don't say a word about it, she won't be targeting me, but... either way, since she only knocked everyone here down, that means her purification target is solely the hero, huh. "Then... what are you going to do?" "I heard that the hero was summoned by this country. But since it seems like we've passed each others... so I think I'm going to chase after him." "Hee, then just chase him immediately, if you go now, I'm sure you'd be able to catch up to him very soon, and with your prowess, you'd be able to kill him pretty easily." Chasing after the hero, then just do it quickly. Honestly speaking, if she decides to act here, everyone would definitely get killed. Even Leila-chan is seemingly unable to match her after all. But, the world isn't that nice. She's 'Apostle', after all. "However... you there, you aren't human, are you?" "Demon, right? I'll purify you first." She won't overlook 'demon'. That means, she'd be targeting Leila-chan. * * * The white girl, whose name, according to what Kitsune saw when he peeked her status, was Stella, staring at Leila, she pointed her hand forward. That stance was similar with Finia's when she was going to unleash her magic, Kitsune immediately put himself on guard just in case something flew out from her. However, there was nothing flew out of that pointed hand, Instead, Along with thunderous sound of colliding lightning, a large pale lightning lance appeared there. Along with sounds of fractive lightning, it gave a pressure of an overwhelming power. Looking closely, it could be seen that the air around the lance was a bit distorted. Seems like it was made by mixing a tremendous amont of magical energy and light around her. "I'm going to correct the world's instability, and our goal is to slay the god. This is my weapon to achieve tha goal, God annihiliting lance. It's also called as 'God slaying lightning (Blue End)'." Saying so, Stella pointed the pale lighning toward Leila. "We, does that mean there's still other people than you?" "You're right, there are even who are stronger me... but, well, one attack destructive power-wise, I can say that I'm the strongest." "...wha!?" Rotating the lance, together with her finishing her words, lightning was surging upward. Together with sounds of rumbling ground, the lightning was melting the ground with the radating heat from it. The ground melted without any resistance, the lance, that was raised overhead, unleashed a comet-like giant lightning. The pale lightning approached Leila, and passed by a slight away from her face in light speed. The passing by beam-like lightning, suddenly flew upward leaving traces as if a comet that was returning to the sky. Scattering the clouds, in an instant the sky was dyed by pale light. "...!" That destructive power was surrely dreadful, however the thing that surprised Kitsune more was something else entirely. The strongest threat he ever faced thus far, 'Red Night', Leila Vermilion was... ...unable to react to it at all. After the lightning passed by her, dyed the sky in pale light, and finally the sky returned to its blue color... there Leila finally came to her sense. Perhaps the lightning grazed her face a little, there was a line of cut appeared with blood bleeding there. "What, is that...." "Just now I missed it on purpose... the next one, I'll surely make it hit." Ignoring Leila's bumbfounded murmur, Stella flatly said so. Next one will hit... that meant, she'd kill her with the next attack. Without any emotion in her words nor eyes, these words were unnecessarily very chill giving. It was just as a knife that was stabbed at one's chest, and just by moving it by several millimeters, it would immediately pierce the heart. There was nothing retraining her body and mind, but Leila was unable to move under that life and death threat. For the first time, Leila exprerinced the threat of death. Leila, always had a great interest and uncontrollable desire at powerful existence, however this time she was deffierent. Right now, she was simply scared at the girl before her. "A... u...." "Let me tell you once again... the next one, I'll surely make it hit." Toward Leila who was unable to say even a word, Stella took a step forward. The thing Leila feared wasn't her prowess. Without any thrist of blood, emotion, nor reason, as if a machine that was made to kill, Stella herself was what frightened her the most. And then, noticing that Stella took one step forward, Leila took one step backward. "I have to chase after the hero, so I'll finish it as quickly as possibile." Then, Stella rotated the lance again, however this time she generated a larger amount of lightning. Large enough to the point the lance couldn't be seen clearly. Readying that lance, Stella looked at Leila with her blank azure eyes. And then, when she brandished that lance and about to threw it... there, her movement stopped. Thinking that she might die, Leila closed her eyes tightly, but while wondering why she didn't feel the supposed to be coming attack, she slowly opened her eyes. Then, she noticed that Stella's gaze wasn't pointed at her. Stella's gaze was pointed at, someone beside her. When she turned her gaze at her side following that direction, she saw it. "You, you did something, didn't you?" The one Stella called out to was, someone who was standing beside her, and staring at Stella with his usual faint smile. "Kitsune, kun...." "Haa... just why is this world never nice to me even once, I wonder." Naginata Kitsune, before the threat that even Leila feared, he carefreely said so. What did he do? The answer was simple. He simply activated 'Eerie Constitution', averted Stella's consciousned toward him and stopped her attack. "...you see, I do think Leila-chan is annoying, accompanying her is also very tiring, if I should put it in word, then I'd say that I hate her." Saying so, Kitsune stepped forward and stood before Leila. Stella stopped her lightning, and listnened to his words. Seems like, she had no intention to kill Kitsune, also, she was curious about what Kitsune would do. "I just lost Finia-chan and Lulu-chan, right now I'm quite depressed you know? That's why, right now, it could be said that even Leila-chan's existence is kind of mental support for me." "...Kitsune-kun...." "That's why, if you want to take her away from me, then you'e my enemy." Kiusune's soul was suffering by the gaping hole at his heart. That anguish was, perhaps the despair that might even capable of crushing him. Nevertheless, the reason why Kitsune hadn't been crush by it was, because there was still a hope for that stolen bonds to be kept alive, also Rishe; who always supported him; and Leila; who always acted as she pleased; who were always by his side. That was why, to let Leila got killed, for Kitsune who just lost Finia and Lulu, that was a very unpleasant idea. That was why, Kitsune stepped up, and resisted. In spite of the heaven-and-earth disparity between their prowesses, he disregarded all of it. Staring at Stella, Kitsune who was standing in front of Leila, along with his usual faint smile, fearlessly said. "...what's up, god-slayer? Here, I'm the man that, in his mind, has destroyed this world no less than 24 times already, you know?"
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ๅน•้–“ ๅ‹•ใใ ใ™ไธ–็•Œ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏใ€ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใจใฏ้•ใ†ๅ›ฝใ€‚ๆˆฆไบ‰ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅทจๅคงใซใชใ‚Šใ€ไปŠ็พๅœจใงใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใจใฎๆŠ—ไบ‰ใ€ไป–ๅ›ฝใจใฎๆŽขใ‚Šๅˆใ„็ญ‰ใ€…ใฎๅ•้กŒใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใŸใ€ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ๆญฆๅŠ›ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ๆ”ฟๆฒปๅ›ฝๅฎถใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰ใ‚’ใ€Žใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใ€ใจใ„ใ„ใ€ๅ›ฝใฎใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใซใฏ็Ž‹ๆ—ใฎไป–ใซใ€็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ‚„ๅทซๅฅณใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใจใ„ใฃใŸๅ„ๆ–น้ขใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใŒ็™บ่จ€ๆจฉใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซๅ›ฝใงใฏไปŠใ€ไธ€ใคใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆ‚ฉใพใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆญฆๅŠ›ๆŠ—ไบ‰ใ‚’ๅพ—ๆ„ใจใ™ใ‚‹่ปไบ‹ๅ›ฝๅฎถใงใ€ใใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใฏใจใฆใคใ‚‚ใชใ้‡ๅคงใชๅ•้กŒใจใ—ใฆๅœงใ—ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใฎๅพฉๆดป ้ญ”็Ž‹ใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใฏใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๅ…จไธ–็•Œใซ็Ÿฅใ‚Œๆธกใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใ‚‚ๆใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ ใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใฏๆญดๅฒไธŠๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆ‰“ๅ€’ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใฎ่„…ๅจใฏใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆถˆใ—ๅŽปใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใฏ็š†ใŒๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—้•ใ†ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใฏๅฎŒๅ…จใซใฏๆฎบใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใŒๅ€’ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใปใ‚“ใฎ60ๅนดๅพŒใ€ใพใŸๅˆฅใฎใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ไผๆ‰ฟใงใฏใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใŸใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใฏใใฎๅฝน็›ฎใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใธๅธฐใฃใŸใ“ใจใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ–ฐใŸใชใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ใ“ใจใŒใงใใ‚‹ใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹? ็ญ”ใˆใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใ€ไบบ้–“ๅดใ‚‚ๆ–ฐใŸใชใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใ‚’ๅฌๅ–šใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ๅดใจ้ญ”ๆ—ๅดใฎๆŠ—ไบ‰ใฏใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใจใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใฎๆˆฆใ„ใŒๅ‹ƒ็™บใ—ใ€ๅ‹ๅˆฉใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใง้•ทใ„ๅนดๆœˆ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠใฎใจใ“ใ‚ใฏไบบ้–“ๅดใŒๅ‹ๅˆฉใ—็ถšใ‘ใ€ๅนณ็ฉใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‡่กกใฏใ„ใค็ ดใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใ‹ใ—......ๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šไปฅๅค–ใซๆ–นๆณ•ใฏใชใ„......!ใ€ ้‡่‹ฆใ—ใ„้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใฎไธญ้•ทใๅคงใใชใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใ‚’ๅ›ฒใ‚“ใงไผš่ญฐใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅ ดใฏใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซๅ›ฝใฎๆ„ๆ€ๆฑบๅฎšใ‚’่กŒใ†ๅ›ฝๅ†…ไผš่ญฐใฎๅ ดใ ใ€‚ ใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ๅพฉๆดปใฎๅ ฑใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅฏพ็ญ–ใ‚’็ทดใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๆœ€ๅผทใฎใ€Ž้ญ”็Ž‹ใ€ใซๅฏพๅณ™ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซไฝ•ไบบใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ€ใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใ‚’ๅฌๅ–šใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใจ็ต่ซ–ใฏๅ‡บใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ ใชใ€็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ‚ทใ‚ชใƒณใ€ใใ—ใฆๅทซๅฅณใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‚ˆ......ๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใฎๅ„€ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š่กŒใ†ใ€‚ใ™ใใซๆบ–ๅ‚™ใซๅ–ใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œๆ—ขใซๆบ–ๅ‚™ใฏๆ•ดใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’้ ‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ......ใ„ใคใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใพใ™ใ‚ˆ~ใ€ ใ€Œใ™ใพใชใ„ใช......ใ‚ทใ‚ชใƒณใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚ๅ›ฝใฎใŸใ‚ใชใ‚Œใฐ......ใ€ ๅ›ฝ็Ž‹ใฎๅ‘ฝไปคใซใ€ใ‚ทใ‚ชใƒณใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸ็ฅžๅฎ˜ใจใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸๅทซๅฅณใฏไบ†ๆ‰ฟใฎๆ„ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซๅ›ฝใงใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใฎๅ„€ๅผใ€ใŒๅ–ใ‚Š่กŒใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใจใชใฃใŸใ€‚็•ฐ่ญฐใ‚’็”ณใ—็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹่€…ใฏใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใซ้ ผใ‚‰ใญใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎๅผฑใ•ใซๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‹ใใ—ใฆๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅŸŽใฎๅœฐไธ‹ใซไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅ„€ๅผใฎ็ฅญๅฃ‡ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹็ฅž่–ใช็ฉบ้–“ใงใ€ๅ›ฝใฎๆŠฑใˆใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„้”ใŒ่พ›่‹ฆใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใง้ญ”ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅทซๅฅณใธใจๆณจใŽ็ถšใ‘ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€็ฅญๅฃ‡ใฎไธญๅฟƒใงใใฎ่†จๅคงใช้ญ”ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅŽๆŸใ—ใ€ๅ‘ชๆ–‡ใ‚’ๅ”ฑใˆใ‚‹ๅทซๅฅณใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็ฅžๅฎ˜ใฏใใฎๅ‚ใงๅทฑใŒๅ‘ฝใฎ็‚Žใ‚’็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใฆใ€ๆ™‚็ฉบใฎๅฃใซ็ฉดใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใ€ๅผทๅผ•ใซๆŠ‰ใ˜้–‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆœฌๆฅใชใ‚‰ใฐๆ™‚็ฉบ้–“้ญ”ๆณ•ใซ้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใŒใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅฝน็›ฎใ€ใ ใŒไปŠไปฃใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใซใใฎ้ฉๆ€ง่€…ใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€็ฅžๅฎ˜ไธ€ไบบใฎใ€Žๅ‘ฝใ€ใ‚’ไปฃๅ„Ÿใซใใ‚Œใ‚’ไปฃๆ›ฟใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใจใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซๅฑ้™บใงๅผทๅŠ›ใช้ญ”ๆณ•ๅ„€ๅผใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ…......ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚!!ใ€ ใ€Œ่กŒใใพใ™......ๅฌๅ–š!!ใ€ ่บซไฝ“ใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๆฟ€็—›ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใซๅใ—ใฆ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‘ฝใŒๆŠœใ‘่ฝใกใฆ่กŒใๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซ็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใงๆ™‚็ฉบใฎ็ฉดใ‚’ๆ›ดใซๆŠ‰ใ˜้–‹ใ‘ใ‚‹็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€‚ๅซใณๅฃฐใฏใ€ๅฝผใฎๆœ€ๆœŸใฎๅ’†ๅ“ฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅทซๅฅณใฏใใ‚“ใชๅฝผใฎๅฐฝๅŠ›ใ‚’็„ก้ง„ใซใ—ใชใ„็‚บใซใ€ๅฌๅ–šใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใงๆฌกไปฃใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใฎไธ‹ใธใจใใฎใ€Ž็ณธใ€ใ‚’็น‹ใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ™‚็ฉบใฎๅฃใฎๅ‘ใ“ใ†ๅดใงใ€Žๅฝผใ€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใจใฏใ€ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘โ€•โ€•โ€•!! ใ€Œใฃใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚!!!ใ€ ๅ…จ่บซๅ…จ้œŠใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Š็ตžใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸๅทซๅฅณใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใจๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’็น‹ใ็ณธใ‚’ๆ‰‹็นฐใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎ็ณธใฎๅ…ˆใซใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๆ•‘ใ†ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ™‚็ฉบใฎ็ฉดใŒ็ •ใ‘ใฆ้–‰ใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซไธ€ใคใฎใ‚คใƒฌใ‚ฎใƒฅใƒฉใƒผใŒๅ‡บ็พใ—ใŸใ€‚ ็ฅญๅฃ‡ใซๅบƒใŒใ‚‹็™ฝใใ€็ฅžใ€…ใ—ใ„ๅ…‰ใฎๅฅ”ๆตใ€ ใใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎ็”ทใŒๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ......ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆ......?ใ€ ็”ทใฎๆœ่ฃ…ใฏใ“ใฎๅ ดใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆๆตฎใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆœ่ฃ…ใฏใƒ–ใƒฌใ‚ถใƒผใฎๅˆถๆœใ€่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚็„กใ„ๆ่ณชใฎๆœใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…จใฆใฎไบบ้–“ใŒๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใฎๅ„€ใŒๆˆๅŠŸใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ‚ŸใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ‚ทใ‚ชใƒณใฎไธ‹ใธใจๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚Šใ€ๆ—ขใซใ€Žๆฏ็ตถใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๆˆๅŠŸใ—ใŸใžใจใ€่ฒดๆ–นใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใง็„กไบ‹ใซๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใžใจใ€ๅŠดใ†ๆง˜ใซใ€‚ใใฎใ›ใ„ใ‹ใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๅฝผใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎใพใพๆ•ฐ็ง’ๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใฆใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใซใ‚ทใ‚ชใƒณใฎ้บไฝ“ใ‚’ไปปใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใพใ ๅฝผๅฅณใซใฏใ‚„ใ‚‹ในใใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆๅ‹‡่€…ๆง˜ใ€็งใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅทซๅฅณ......ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใƒปใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒŸใ‚จใƒƒใ‚ฟใจ็”ณใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ€็ง้”ใ‚’ๅพกๆ•‘ใ„ไธ‹ใ•ใ„......!ใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅฐŽใๆ‰‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใพใŸๅทซๅฅณใฎๅฝน็›ฎใ€‚ใใฎ่บซใ‚’ๅ…จใฆๅ‹‡่€…ใธใจๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ…จใฆๅ‹‡่€…ใจไธ–็•Œใฎ็‚บใซๆงใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฝน็›ฎใ€ๅทซๅฅณใฎๅฝน็›ฎใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใจ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๅŠฉใ‹ใ‚‹......ใ€ ใพใšใฏใ€ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใšๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใ€่‡ช่บซใฎๅฝนๅ‰ฒใจใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใซใคใ„ใฆ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅ…ˆๆฑบใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไธ€ๆ–นใ€ใใฎ้ ƒใ€‚ ้ญ”ๆ—้”ใฎไฝใพใ†ๆš—้ป’ๅคง้™ธใงใฏใ€ๅพฉๆดปใ—ใŸ้ญ”็Ž‹ใŒ่‡ฃไธ‹้”ใฎๅ‰ใงๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใจๅ…ฑใซ็Ž‹ๅบงใธใจๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏใ€ๅคงใใๅˆ†ใ‘ใฆ3ใคใฎๅคง้™ธใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบบ้–“้”ใ‚„็ฃไบบใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบœไบบ้”ใŒไฝใพใ†ๅคง้™ธใ€้ญ”ๆ—้”ใŒไฝใพใ†ไบบ้–“ใŒๆšฎใ‚‰ใ™ใซใฏๅŽณใ—ใ„็’ฐๅขƒใฎๆš—้ป’ๅคง้™ธใ€ใใ—ใฆ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚„็ฅž็ฃ้”ใฎไฝใพใ†ใ€ไบบ้–“ใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆตทใฎๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ–ฐๅคง้™ธใฎ3ใคใ€‚ ใ“ใ“ใฏใใฎๅ†…ใฎไธ€ใคใ€้ญ”ๆ—้”ใฎไฝใพใ†ๆš—้ป’ๅคง้™ธใ ใ€‚้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎๆ‹ ็‚นใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใฏใฒใฃใใ‚Šใจไฝ†ใ—ใใฎๅญ˜ๅœจๆ„Ÿใฏๅผทๅ›บใชใ‚‚ใฎใจใ—ใฆใ€ใใ“ใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฎตใ‚‚ๆทฑใพใ‚‹ไปŠใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใซใ€็ฒ›ใ€…ใจไธ–็•Œใฏๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’้‚ใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็งใŒไปŠๆ—ฅใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใŠใ„ใฆๅพฉๆดปใ‚’้‚ใ’ใŸๆง˜ใซใ€ไบบ้–“ใจใ„ใ†็จฎๆ—ใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใซใ“ใฎ้•ทใ60ๅนดใฎ้–“ใง้€ฒๅŒ–ใ‚’้‚ใ’ใŸ็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆญดๅฒใฏ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ™ใ€ๆ–ฐใŸใชๅ‹‡่€…ใŒ็งใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ„ใ€ ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ็›ธๆงŒใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใฎใฏใ€่‡ฃไธ‹ใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅผทใใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎใ„ใชใ„60ๅนดใฎ้–“้ญ”ๆ—้”ใ‚’ๅฐŽใใ€ๆ”ฏ้…่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅ›่‡จใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ไปŠใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผใฎๅฝนๅ‰ฒใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใ‚‹ๅณ่…•ใจใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€้ŽๅŽปใฏใ‚ใใพใงใ‚‚้ŽๅŽปใ ใ€‚ๆญคๅบฆใฎใ“ใฎๆ™‚ไปฃใ€็งใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใซๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใๆญดๅฒใฎ็„ผใ็›ดใ—ใซใ™ใŽใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใซๅ‹ๅˆฉใ—ใ€็งใฏใใฎๅ…ˆใฎๆœชๆฅใ‚’ๆ‰‹ไธญใซๅŽใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฏใใฎๆ‹ณใ‚’ๅคฉใซๆŽฒใ’ใ€ไธ–็•Œใ‚’ใใฎๆ‰‹ใซๅŽใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ”ใจใๆกใ‚Š็ท ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๅงฟใฏใ€ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆ—ใซ่ฆ‹ๆƒšใ‚Œใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎใ‚ซใƒชใ‚นใƒžใจใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็พๅฎŸใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจใ„ใ†ๅคขใ‚’ใฟใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ‹ณใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ใŸใ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใง็งใซไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๆฐ—้…ใ€‚ใใฎๅ ดใซใ„ใŸๅ…จใฆใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒ่‡ช็„ถใจใใฎ่†ใ‚’ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒไปŠใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใ€็งใฏๅฎฃ่จ€ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๆ™‚ไปฃใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๆ‰“ใกๅ€’ใ—โ€•โ€•โ€•ไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹! ๅพ“ใ†่€…ใฏไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใ„ใ€ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„่€…ใฏๅ…จใฆๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ„! ็งใฏใใฎๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๆšดๅŠ›ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ้ญ…ไบ†ใ—ใฆใฟใ›ใ‚ˆใ†!ใ€ ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฏ้ซ˜ใ‚‰ใ‹ใซใ€ๅฃฐใ‚’ๅผตใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใฆๅฎฃ่จ€ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎไฝ“ๅ†…ใซ็ง˜ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ่†จๅคงใช้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒใ“ใฎๅ ดใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ—ใ€ๅบƒใŒใ‚‹ๅคงๅœฐใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ ้€†ใ‚‰ใŠใ†ใจๆ€ใ†่€…ใชใฉใ€ใŸใ ไธ€ไบบใจใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…ใซ็ตถๅฏพใฎไฟก้ ผใ‚’็ฝฎใ„ใฆ่ƒกๅใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฉใ‚‚ใซใ€็›ฎใซ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹!ใ€ ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฏใใ†่จ€ใ„ใ€็ฉบ้ซ˜ใๆŒฏใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸๆ‹ณใ‚’้–‹ใใ€ไบบๅทฎใ—ๆŒ‡ใง็ฉบใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ™ใ€‚ใใฎ็žณใฏ้ ใใ€ไธ–็•Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใฏใ€ไธ–็•Œใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ้€€ใใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•่กŒใใžใ€ไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ™ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็–‘ใ†่€…ใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‹ใใ—ใฆใ€้•ทใ„้•ทใ„ๆญดๅฒไธŠๅนพๅบฆใจใชใ่กŒใ‚ใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใจๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ่ก็ชใฎๅฝน่€…ใŒๆƒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏไบบ้–“ใจ้ญ”ๆ—ใฎๆˆฆไบ‰ใŒๅง‹ใพใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆญฆๅŠ›ใจๆญฆๅŠ›ใฎใถใคใ‹ใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใ€ๅ‹ใฃใŸๆ–นใฏ้ ๆ…ฎใชใไพต็•ฅใ—ใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใŸๆ–นใฏๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅ‰ฅๅฅชใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚่ก€ใง่ก€ใ‚’ๆด—ใ†ๆง˜ใชใ€็„กๆฎ‹ใงๆ‚ฒๆƒจใงๆฎ‹้…ทใชๆˆฆใ„ใฎๅน•ใŒใ€่ฟ‘ใ„ๆœชๆฅใซ่ฟซใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚“ใชไธ–็•Œใฎไธญใซ็พใ‚ŒใŸ ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงๅ‹‡่€…ใจ้ญ”็Ž‹ไปฅๅค–ใซใ€ไธ–็•Œใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅŠ›ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅนดใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใ€ใพใ ่ชฐใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฎใ‚‰ใ‚Šใใ‚‰ใ‚Šใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใŒใ€ใ“ใฎๆŠ—ไบ‰ใฎไธญใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ่ตทใ“ใ™ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใพใ ่ชฐใซใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ‚’ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใธๆŠ•ใ˜ใŸๅผตๆœฌไบบโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ…จ็Ÿฅๅ…จ่ƒฝใฎ็ฅžใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚
Interlude - Movement of the world. -Here is, a different country than Miniera. With an enormous war happen here and there, even with the threat of magical beasts and demons, having many problems with the surrounding countries, it is a country which is referred as a military nation. The name is "Grandile", at this nation aside than the King as the leader, there are also priest, miko and also knight leader, they are the most prominent person at their own fields across this nation. At this Grandile nation, currently there is a certain information which is racking this nation leader's brains. As a nation which is excel at military affairs, that information become a very serious problem. -the revival of the "Demon Lord". An existence called demon lord is, at this world it is an existence which is well-known around the world. Even compared to the dreadful disaster class (A rank) demons, it's still further higher, it's a world destruction class (S rank) demon. With a power which is even called to be able to bring this world to its end, with just a swing from that power he undoubtedly would be able to alter the terrain. But, this "Demon Lord" was defeated by the historical summoned "Hero". The threat called "Demon Lord" was already erased by the "Hero", that was what people thought. But the reality is different, the "Demon Lord" wasn't completely killed. Just around sixty years after the defeat of the "Demon Lord", a new "Demon Lord" appeared. According to the legend, the "Hero", after finishing his duty to defeat the "Demon Lord" he returned to his former world. So there's already no "Hero" who is able to defeat the "Demon Lord" anymore. If that's the case then what should they do? The answer is easy, they just need to summon a new "Hero". And with that, at the dispute between humankind and demonkin, the battle between "Hero" and "Demon Lord" occurred, and every sides are always hoping that they would become the winner. Currently humankind always become the winner, they were able to obtain peace, but that peace, wouldn't be strange to be destroyed soon. "But... there's no other way than Hero summoning...!" With a heavy atmosphere, people are sitting surrounding a long and big table, it is a place where Grandile nation performing an internal meeting to make a decision. The leaders who hold the right govern the nation, the king, priest, miko and the knight leader are discussing with a heavy expression. After they heard the report about the revival of the "Demon Lord", they are currently discussing about a way to measure the situation. However, they didn't know whether is there any existence in this world who is able to stand against that strongest "Demon Lord" or not. And as expected, they concluded that there's no other way but to summon a "Hero". "...you are right, priest shion, also miko Cecil... you should carry out the hero summoning ritual. Begin the preparation immediately." "The preparations are already arranged." "As long as we receive the order... we could carry it out anytime~" "I'm sorry... Shion." "No, if it is for this country's sake...." With the order from the king, the priest who is called Shion, and the miko who is called Cecil, are answering in acknowledgement. And then, at this Grandile nation, "Hero Summoning Ritual" is decided to be performed. While putting on anyone who declaring their objection, they could only grind their teeth at their own weakness and could only rely on the "Hero". And thus they are summoning a hero. At a sacred place with an altar which is located at the castle's basement, the magicians who are employed by the country are pouring their magical energy toward the miko with a heavy expression, at the center of the altar where that enormous magical energy are gathered, there is a miko who is chanting a certain spell. The priest is standing at her side, burning her life force and making a hole at space-time wall, forcefully open it up. Originally that role is supposed to be performed by a magician who has an aptitude with space-time magic, but currently there is no one who has that aptitude at Grandile nation. Therefore, the priest is acting at the substitute and compensating that aptitude with her "Life Force". That means, hero summoning is such a dangerous ritual and also need an enormous amount of magical energy. "Guh... a, aaaaa!!" "I am going... summon!!!" With pain spreading at her whole body, moreover while feeling the sensation where her soul is forcibly coming out from her body, the priest is frantically connecting the space-time hole. That scream was, her last voices. To not make that sacrificial for naught, the miko is connecting a "String" of summoning magic to the place where the new hero is belong at. And then, she finally able to find "Him" at the opposite side of the wall. Lastly, she just need to pull it up--!! "Aaaaaaa!!" Mustering all her strength, the miko who is called as Cecil is pulling the string which is connecting her and the hero. At the end of that string, hero is there. The one who would rescue this world, the hero. And then, the space-time hole is collapsing. Simultaneously, another irregular arrives at this world. At the altar, a torrent of divine light is spreading. Inside it, they can see a figure of a man there. "... what is, here...?" That man's attires are completely different from the people's there. His attire is a blazer uniform, a clothes which is using a material that they have never see, everyone there are realizing that the hero summoning ritual is a success. And then, Cecil moves toward the priest who is called as Shion, and suddenly hug that "Not breathing" body. This success, thanks to you we are able to successfully summon the hero, thank you. There, the expression of the deceased person is somehow, delightfully smiling. And then, after hugging her for several seconds like that, Cecil entrusts Shion's corpse to the Knight leader. She still has something she must do. "Nice to meet you Hero-sama, I am the miko of Grandile nation... my name is Cecil Dimietta. Sincerely, please save us...!" Guiding the hero, that is also miko's duty. Presenting her whole body to the hero, presenting her whole strength for the hero and for the world, that is her duty, miko's duty. "Ah, umm... first of all, I'll be glad if you could explain what happens here to me...." First, to make the bewildered hero to understand the state of affairs here, she decided to explain their duty and also the state of affairs at this world. On the other side, at the same time. At the Dark Continent where demons reside in, the revived demon lord is sitting at the throne with an overwhelming intimidating aura in front of his retainers. This world is divided into three big continents. A continent where humankind and demi-humankind reside in, then the Dark Continent where demons reside in which is hard for human to reside in, and then a place where natural fairies and divine beasts reside in, the third, new continent overseas which is unknown among humankind and demonkin. There are many different countries at the continent, but the race-wise it is divided to these three. Here is one of those continent, the Dark Continent where demonkin reside in. A place that could be said as Demon Lord's base, the Demon Lord is quietly and rightfully sit there with a powerful presence. "Right now when the night is deepening, we would change this quiet world. Today, similarly like my revival here, a race called human must be also finally making a move after this long sixty years. And then, repeating the history, there should be a new hero who would come to kill me." "...yes." The one who answering the Demon Lord's word is, the strongest one even among his retainers, the one who guided the demonkin at that sixty years of disappearance of the Demon Lord, an existence who is capable to become a leader. Right now, the role he carries out is to support the Demon Lord as his right hand. "However, in the end a past is nothing but a past. Right now, at this era, if I am able to defeat the hero, that way we would be able to overthrow the history. After defeating the hero, I'm going to grab the future beyond that." The Demon Lord is floating his fist to the sky, the hand which would able to grasp the world. That figure is, very charismatic that even fascinated every demons there, they are seeing a dream when that words come into reality. Raising his fist, with just that, it's as if he is saying 'follow me' with his overwhelming presence. Every demons there are spontaneously kneeling at their knee. "Right now, I am declaring it. At this era, I'm going to defeat the hero--I'm going to take the world! The one who want to abide me then follow me, the one who doesn't like it then bring it on! I'm going to show you how fascinating when I grab all of it with my overwhelming power!" The Demon Lord declared that with a loud and sound voice. The enormous magical energy which are hidden inside his body are filling that place, spreading and shaking the ground. Someone with a thought to oppose him, there's not even one of them. "To the human who just sit and entrust everything to the hero, we should show them who we are!" The Demon Lord said that, at his fist which is raised high overhead, he points his index finger to the sky. His eyes are looking at a faraway world. His magical energy is, doesn't has any intention to take a single step back even against the world. -Let's go, let's overturn the world. Someone who doubt that words, there's none of them there. Thus, the long history is finally moving, the actors of the clash between the hero and the demon lord have presented. That would become the beginning of the war between humankind and demonkin. A clash between military might and military might, the winner would be able to take everything as they pleased, the loser would lost everything. Like washing blood with a blood, the curtain of a cruel disastrous and harsh war is opened soon. However, at this world there's another existence than those two (Demon Lord and Hero), a true irregular who is entirely irrelevant with that war. Another existence aside than the Hero and the Demon Lord, the existence of a youth who would gain a power which is able to face against the world, there's still no one realizing him yet. The youth who is lazy and always floating a faint smile, whether he would pull something at that dispute, there's is still no one know it yet. That is even, the ringleader who threw that youth to this world-- even the almighty God.
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้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ท ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใฎ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใฎๆดปๅ‹•ใŒๆดป็™บใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใใฆใชใ€‚ใใฎๅŽŸๅ› ใŒ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎๅพฉๆดปใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„......ใใ“ใงใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎใŠๅ‰ใ„ใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๅฌๅ–šใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใจใ‚ˆใ€ ็ฟŒๆœใ€้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆๆœ้ฃŸใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ไบบใ€…ใฎๆง˜ๅญใŒใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ–ใ‚ใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŒใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใใฎๅพŒใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆœ€ๅˆใซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซ็ตกใ‚“ใงใใŸๅคงๆŸ„ใฎ็”ทใฎไบบใŒ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใพใŸ ็”ทใฎไบบใ‚‚ไธญใ€…้’่คชใ‚ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ไบบใซ้‡‘็š„ใฏ่พ›ใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๆ™‚้–“ใซ่ฟฝใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸ้›‘่ซ‡ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ‚™ใˆไป˜ใ‘ใฎใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๅบงใฃใฆใ€ๆ•™ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใฎใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ๅ‹‡่€…ใซ้ญ”็Ž‹ใจใฏ......ใ“ใ‚ŒใพใŸใƒ†ใƒณใƒ—ใƒฌใชใ€ ใ€Œใพใ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฏ่„…ๅจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใชใ‚‰ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใœใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“ใ€ๆ‰€ใงๅƒ•ใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅๅ‰็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไฟบใฎๅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚ˆ......ไฟบใฏใ‚ฐใƒชใƒ ใ ใ€Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใชใ€ ๆญฃ็›ดใชๆ‰€ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚„ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใฉใ†ใฎใ“ใ†ใฎใจใ„ใ†่ฉฑใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใพใๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ใ‹ใŒใ‚Šใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ๅˆฅใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใจใ‹็ตถๅฏพๅผทใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๆ€–ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใพใšไผšใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใ€‚ๆœ€ๆ‚ชๆˆฆ้—˜ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใฏใ‚ฐใƒชใƒ ใฃใฆๅๅ‰ใชใฎใ‹ใ€็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใชใใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†้ขจใซๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจ่‰ฒใ€…ไผš่ฉฑใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ไพ้ ผใฏใƒผ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใ ใญใ€‚ๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹็ณปใฎๅฅดใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“! ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้ธใณใซ่กŒใ“ใฃ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใฏใ„!ใ€ ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใ€็ตๅฑ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซๅˆๆ ผใ—ใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใ Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎใพใพใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใฎๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไปฒ้–“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅ‰้€ฒใ—ใŸๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ใ—ใฆๅฎถๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใฎ็ต†ใ‚’ๆทฑใ‚ใŸใŠใ‹ใ’ใ‹ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไธญใ€…ๆ‰“ใก่งฃใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใฃใฆๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่จฑใ•ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๆง˜ใง่ฝใกไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎๅญ้”ใฏใŠๅ‰ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎๅญใฎ้ฆ–ใฎใฏๅฅด้šทใฎ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ‚ฐใƒชใƒ ใ•ใ‚“ใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๆ€ช่จใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹้€”ไธญใง่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃ่พผใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅนดใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใจใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไผš่ฉฑใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’่ชญใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้‡‘็š„ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฃใฆไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใœ? ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซใ‚‚้ŽๅŽปๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๆŒใก่พผใ‚“ใ ๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚„ๅ“็‰ฉใ‚‚ๅคšใ„ใ—ใชใ€ ็•ฐไธ–็•Œ? ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹? ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ€ใใฎ่พบ่ฉณใ—ใใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......็ขบใ‹ๆœ€ๅˆใซๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏ300ๅนดๅ‰ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๅฅณใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใœใ€ ใ€Œใตใ‚€ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใงใ€ใใฎๆ™‚็พใ‚ŒใŸ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™็‚บใซๅฅณๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ่–ๅ‰ฃใ‚ทใƒฅใƒใƒซใƒ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒ‰ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใ€็žฌใ้–“ใซๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใจใ€‚ใใ‚Œใง้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใ€ๅ…ƒๅฑ…ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใธใจๅธฐใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใƒผๅๅ‰ใฏ็ขบใ‹......ใ‚ซใƒณใƒŠใƒปใ‚ฟใ‚ซใƒคใ‚ฎใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใช? ๅคงๅฑคใช็พŽ่ฒŒใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใœ?ใ€ ใŸใ‹ใ‚„ใŽใ€ใ‹ใ‚“ใช......้–“้•ใ„ใชใๆ—ฅๆœฌใฎๅ’Œๅใ€‚300ๅนดๅ‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใจๆฑŸๆˆธๆ™‚ไปฃใฎไบบใ‹......ๆœฌใ‚’่ชญใฟๆผใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆ™‚ๆœŸใซ่ชญใ‚“ใ ๆญดๅฒๆ›ธใงใฏใใฎๆ™‚ไปฃใ€ๅฅณใฎไบบใŒๆˆฆใฃใŸใฃใฆ่จ˜่ฟฐใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šใชใ„......ใชใฎใซๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆๆˆฆใˆใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎ็‰นๅˆฅใชๅผทๅŒ–ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใจ่ฆ‹ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‘ใฉใ“ใ“ใง้‡่ฆใชใฎใฏใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€ŽๅธฐใฃใŸใ€ใฃใฆใจใ“ใ‚ใ€‚็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•ŒใซๅธฐใฃใŸใ€ๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใฏใ€Žใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€? ใ€Œใใฎๅฅณๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใ€้ŽๅŽป4ไบบใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใŒ......ใใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆง˜ใ€…ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๆŒใก่พผใ‚“ใ ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใฆใชใ€ไฟบไธ€ๆŠผใ—ใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ€Žใ‚นใ‚ซใƒผใƒˆใ€ใ ใช! ใ‚ใ‚Œใฏๅฅณใฎ่‰ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’ใใฃใจ้ซ˜ใ‚ใŸใญ!ใ€ ใ‚ฐใƒชใƒ ใ•ใ‚“ใŒไฝ•ใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฃใฆๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒไธ€็•ชใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใ ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…้™ๅฎšใฎๅธฐ้‚„ๆ–นๆณ•ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ‰ไพ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šใฎๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ†ใ€ใ™ใ‚‰ใฃใจไผธใณใŸ่ถณใŒ็œฉใ—ใใฆใชใ......! ไธ‹็€ใŒใกใ‚‰ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸๆ™‚ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆœ€้ซ˜ใ ใช!ใ€ ใ€Œ้ฆฌ้นฟใ ใญใ€่ฆ‹ใˆใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆ„ๅ‘ณใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ‚นใ‚ซใƒผใƒˆใŒใปใ‚“ใฎๅƒ…ใ‹ใชๆบใ‚‰ใŽใง่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ‹่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‹ใฎใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚ฎใƒชใฎๅขƒ็•Œ็ทšใซใ“ใใ‚จใƒญใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ่ฆ‹ใˆใใ†......ใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„! ใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใ็”ทใฎๅฆ„ๆƒณใ‚’่ช˜ใ†ใ‚“ใ ! ใ‚นใ‚ซใƒผใƒˆใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใฏๅฆ„ๆƒณใฎไธญใซใ“ใ็†ๆƒณใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใจใ—ใฆ็ขบ็ซ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ! ใƒ‘ใƒณใƒ„ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€้ง„็›ฎใชใ‚“ใ !!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ใŠใ†......ใ™ใพใญใ‡......ๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ๅ…จใใ€ใƒใƒฉใƒชใ‚บใƒ ใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ‹ๅ…จใๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎไบบใ€‚ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚นใ‚ซใƒผใƒˆใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ ใ‘ใซๆณจ็›ฎใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้–“้•ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒใƒฉใƒชใ‚บใƒ ใจใฏใ€ๆœฌไบบใŒ่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจ็พžๆฅใซ้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใ‚‹่กจๆƒ…ใ‚„ใ€้š ใใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ไป•่‰ใซใ‚‚ไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใคใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ60ๅนดๅ‘จๆœŸใง้ญ”็Ž‹ใŒๅพฉๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅŒใ˜ใ60ๅนดๅ‘จๆœŸใงๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใฏไธๅบฆ5ๅ›ž็›ฎใฎใใฎๆ™‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ใ•ใฃใใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸ้€šใ‚Šๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’็ขบๅฎŸใซๆฎบใ™ๆ–นๆณ•ใฏ......ใพใ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใฉใ‚“ใชๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎๅงฟใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใจใใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃไปฅๅค–ใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚้ญ”็Ž‹ใพใง่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใซใฏAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใช......ใ€ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฏไบบ้–“ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ€‚ๅพฉๆดปๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅˆฅใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใ‚’็”จๆ„ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ€้ญ‚ใ ใ‘ๅˆฅใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใซไฟ็ฎกใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ็ดฐๅทฅใŒใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚่„†ๅผฑใชไบบ้–“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃใฎๆง˜ใชๅผทใ„่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎๆ–นใŒ้ƒฝๅˆใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€‚ ใพใ้ญ”็ฃใฎ่ฆ็ด ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ๅ›บใ‚ใฆไบบๅž‹ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใฎใ‚‚้ญ”็Ž‹ใฃใฝใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ไปŠๅ›žๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅ›ฝ......ใฉใ“ใ ใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใฃใใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ ใ€‚ๆˆฆไบ‰ใฎๅคšใ„ๆญฆๅŠ›ๅ›ฝๅฎถใ ใชใ€ๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎๅ›ฝใจใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚่…•ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ‹ใซไบบๆฐ—ใ ใชใ€ใพใใ‚ใใ“ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎ็Œ›่€…ใŸใกใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€่ปฝใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใง่กŒใ‘ใฐ็—›ใ„็›ฎ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใžใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“ใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚ใ‚‹ใญใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใŠใใ‚‰ใใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎไบบ้–“ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใพใŸ้•ใ†ไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใŸใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅคงใใชๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚็›ฎ็š„ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซใฏไธ€ๅบฆ่กŒใฃใฆใฟใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใƒผใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ไพ้ ผใŒๆฑบใพใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ„ใใคใญ......ใพใ•ใ‹ใŠๅ‰่กŒใๆฐ—ใ‹? ๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎๅ›ฝใซ......ใ€ ใ‚ฐใƒชใƒ ใ•ใ‚“ใฏๆกˆๅค–ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ใŠไบบๅฅฝใ—ใชไบบใฏใ€ๅซŒใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใใฆใญใ€ใงใ‚‚ใพใ......ใใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใซใฏไผšใฃใฆใฟใŸใใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ไพ้ ผๆ›ธใฎๆŽฒ็คบๆฟใฎๅ‰ใงๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใถใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฎไธ‹ใธใจๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใ•ใฆใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚‚Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅนพใคใ‹ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงๅฎฟใธใจๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใงใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚ไฝ™ใ‚ŠไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใพใ ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚10ๅฐใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซไฝ•ๆ•…ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใ‚ŠใซใใใชใฃใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏๅฟƒๅบ•็ดๅพ—ใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใ ๆˆฆ้—˜ใซๅ‚ๅŠ ๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใ‚‹ใพใงใฏๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใฏใพใ ๆŠตๆŠ—ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€็„ก็†ใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใšใค้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......ใ€ ใ—ใ‚‡ใผใ‚“ใจ่‚ฉใ‚’่ฝใจใ™ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ใฝใ‚“ใฝใ‚“ใจๆ’ซใงใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅฎฟใธใจๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ™ฉๅพก้ฃฏใฎๆ™‚้–“ใพใงใฏใพใ ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใงๅคงไบบใ—ใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ใจใ„ใšใ‚Œใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซ่กŒใใฃใฆไบŒไบบใซใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฏใ„ใ€่ฒดๆง˜ใฏๅฎถใฎๆฅๆ™’ใ—ใ ใ€‚ๆˆ‘ใŒๅญๆ•…ใซๅคšๅฐ‘ใฏ็›ฎใ‚’ไผใ›ใฆๆฅใŸใŒ......ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฏไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใ€ใใ‚“ใช......! ๅพ…ใฃใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„! ็งใฏ......!ใ€ ใ€Œไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใพใงใซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใ‚’่„ฑใ›ใชใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐ......่ฒดๆง˜ใฏใ‚‚ใ†็งใฎๅจ˜ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ€ใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใชใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใจๆ‰ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ‰ใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ๆ‰ใ‚ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ่ฉฑใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใŸๅ‰ฃใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้จŽๅฃซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใจใ„ใ†่ฆ็ด ใ‚’็ต„ใฟๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ‚ใฎไบบใ‚‚้จŽๅฃซใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‡„่…•ใ ใ€‚ไฝ‡ใพใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฃใฝใ„้ขจๆ ผใจๅจๅŽณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€ ใฒใฃใใ‚Šใจใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใ„ใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:ใƒดใ‚กใ‚คใ‚นใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv89 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:6250 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:5400 ่€ๆ€ง:250 ๆ•ๆท:4560 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:1200 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”็œผไฟๆœ‰่€…ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv7ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv5ใ€ใ€Ž็ฅž้€Ÿใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๆ“ไฝœLv3ใ€ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผLv5ใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ โ—‡ ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ใชใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใฏ่จ€ใ†ใพใงใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใฏๅฐ‹ๅธธใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“......ใ‚ขใƒฌไฝ•? ๆ‰ใ‚ไบ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ‰ใฟไบ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆททใœใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใƒผใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅ‡„ใๅฟ…ๆญปใช่กจๆƒ…ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใ ใญใƒผใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅฎถๆ—ใฎๅ†…่ผชๆ‰ใ‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ‡......ๅƒ•้”ใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธ–็•Œใงใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆกใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅผทใใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๅฎถๆ—ๅŒๅฃซใฎ่ฉฑใซใ€ไป–ไบบใฏไป‹ๅ…ฅๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ…ƒๅฑ…ใŸไธ–็•Œใงใฏใใ‚ŒใŒๅธธ่ญ˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚็พใซใ€ๆšดๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅƒ•ใฎๆฏ่ฆชใ‚‰ใ—ใไบบใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸไบบใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅ…ƒๅฑ…ใŸไธ–็•Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๅธธ่ญ˜ใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็ŸฅใฃใŸใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅญไพ›ใŒ่ฆชใ‹ใ‚‰ๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่‹ฆใ—ใฟใ‚’ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฏใ€่ฆ‹้€ƒใ›ใชใ„ใ€ ไธ€ๆญฉใ€ๆญขใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸ่ถณใ‚’ๅ‰ใธใจ้€ฒใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ่ถณ้Ÿณใซใ€็ด ๆ•ตใชใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใŒๆญคๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‘ใฉใ™ใใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๆˆปใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใฃ!?ใ€ ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใปใ‚‰ใ“ใฃใกใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉ็ดšใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›่€…ใงใ€็ขบใ‹ใซๅผทใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ—ฅใฎ่ตคใ„็žณใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ€ใˆใฐใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถๆง˜?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆŒจๆ‹ถใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ไฝ•ใ ใŠๅ‰ใ€ๆญป็ฅžใงใ‚‚ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ้‡ใ„ๅฃ่ชฟใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
Knight Leader "Hero?" "Yes, seems like recently magical beasts' activities are become livelier. And the reason is seems like because of the revival of the demon lord... and so, Grandile nation's higher-ups are summoning a hero." The next morning, when we ate our breakfast after I wake Lulu-chan who is using the choker and Finia-chan up, I thought that somehow people's atmospheres are strange. It feels like they become more noisy. After that we went to the guild, and then there the person who had a quarrel with me at my very first time came to the guild was coming to us. But he was stopped and flustered when Lulu-chan is suddenly takes a step forward and preparing to unleash her secret move "Golden Breaker". The man becomes very pale, but as expected to suddenly receive ball crusher out of the blue sure is painful right. And then, since it isn't like we're being chased by time or anything so I decided to have a chat with him. After that we moved to a table which were provided by the guild, and the thing he tells me is about the hero. "Ah... hero and demon lord... such a template." "Well, demon lord sure is a threat, but since the hero is already been summoned so everything should be okay." "Hmm, by the way, I don't uncle's name though." "Rather than the hero, you're more interested at my name huh... I am Grimm, F rank adventurer." To be honest, I have no interest to such stories like hero or demon lord. Well, that would be a different story if it may become a hint for my way to return to my former world though, but demon lord must be very strong right, since that is scary so I don't want to encounter it. But if at my very worst luck I have to fight it then it can't be helped though. Nevertheless, this uncle's name is Grimm huh, I didn't know. But sine I can gather information like this then perhaps it won't be bad for me to try conversing with other adventurers more. "Kitsune-san! How about the request?" "Hmm, let's see. The one that doesn't require us to go outside country please." "Yes! Let's go to choose it, Lulu-chan!" "Ah, yes!" After that, in the end Finia-chan returned after she passed to F rank. Lulu-chan is still H rank, but I feel like we make a little progress by having Finia-chan who is able to take a subjugation request as our comrade. Moreover, perhaps thanks to putting the choker as family sign which deepened our bonds, seems like Lulu-chan and Finia-chan also have quite opened their heart to each other. Since calling her by Fairy-sama wasn't permitted by Finia-chan, so she decided to call her by Finia-sama. "Are those kids your party members?" "Yes, they're my families." "But the choker at her neck is slave... no, forget it." Grimm-san is looking dubiously when he saw the choker which is used by Lulu-chan, but perhaps since I've said that they're my families so he retract his words midway. As an elder, as expected he is able to read the conversation's mood. If he says anything further then perhaps he would receive Lulu-chan's ball crusher. "Nevertheless, where does that Hero come from?" "Hmm, seems like they come from some another world, perhaps? Since the previous heroes who had been summoned to this world were also carrying many new techniques and articles after all." Other world? The heroes were summoned from another world? "Wait, please tell me the detail about it." "Eh? Ah, hmm... if I remember it correctly, the first hero was summoned around 300 years ago, and seems like the first hero was a woman." "Then." "Then, to defeat the demon lord which appeared at that time, that female hero received the holy sword schwaltzreid, and she also became very strong in a blink of eye. And then, after defeating the demon lord, seems like she returned to her former world. Ah, if I remember it correctly, her name was... Kanna Takayagi, perhaps? And seems like she had a very beautiful face you know?" Takayagi, Kanna... without a doubt it is a japanese name. 300 years ago then that means she was a person from Edo Period huh... at my former world, I had read numerous historical books about that period, but there was almost no transcription about a woman who participate at war... and yet for her to fought as a hero, that means she might got something like special blessing or the like right. But the most important part is, about the hero who had "returned" after she defeated the demon lord. The other worlded hero was returned to her former world, so that means "there is" a way to return? "Including that female hero, there were four heroes who had been summoned, but... seems like at that times each of those heroes were brought along various things, personally, I think the best of it is of course the 'Skirt'! It's raising woman's charm drastically!" Seems like Grimm-san is saying something, but for me the most important part is about the existence of a way to return. It might be limited to only for heroes, but as long as it may become a precedence then it might become a considerably good clue. "Like that, the extended slender legs are so dazzling...! And the time when we can see her panty sure is the best!" "You fool, if the panty could be seen then it was pointless! We might be able to see the panty when the skirt is swayed even by just a bit, the boundary between whether it could be seen or not, that is the most erotic part! We can see it... but we can't! But exactly because we can't see it, it would tempts our delusion! The spectacle inside the skirt, and by our delusion we would be able to establish the most ideal spectacle of it! If we can see the panty, then that would be pointless!" "O, oh... sorry... my bad." Good grief, this person sure doesn't understand the art of a brief glimpse. Or rather, focusing only at the skirt is a big mistake. The art of a brief glimpse is, the important part are her blushing face when the person herself perhaps accidentally showing her panty, also her act to try hiding it again. To be in high spirit for just seeing a panty, are you a kid... wait, don't get me wrong. It isn't like I'm interested in panties or something. Since I'm a righteous youth after all. "Then, do you know anything more about heroes?" "Ah, hmmm.... Since demon lord's cycle of revival are repeated once each sixty years, so the hero also summoned accordingly. This time is the fifth time, and like I've said, the hero have been summoned. A way to completely kill the demon lord is... seems like still unknown." "Do you know the appearance of demon lord?" "No, seems like there's no one who had saw its appearance aside from heroes and their parties. Or rather, the struggle for just to reach demon lord's place is only possible for A rank adventurers or above after all...." I see, so that means there's a possibility the demon lord might doesn't have a humanoid appearance. To be able to revive, as expected whether it was done by preparing a new flesh, or by storing only its soul somewhere, such tricks were possible after all. Rather than a fragile human, having a strong magical beast's flesh is far more convenient after all. But well, having a humanoid form which is composed by magical beast's flesh is also demon lord-like though. "Then, the country where the hero was summoned...where is it?" "I've said it though, it's Grandile kingdom. A military country which has numerous wars, it's also referred as a kingdom of survival of the fittest. It's a popular place for adventurers who want to polish their skills, well, the adventurers there are men of valor with at lowest are D rank adventurer, so if you take it poorly there then you'll sure receive a painful experience." "Hmm, I'm quite interested by it." Hero, most likely an other worlder. I don't know whether he came from a same world with me, or perhaps from a different world, but it's a big clue which I get. With such purpose, I think it would be better for me to visit that Grandile kingdom at least once. "Kitsune-san!" "Yes, have you decided the request?" "Oi Kitsune... don't tell me you're going to go there? To the kingdom of survival of the fittest..." Seems like Grimm-san is unexpectedly worried about me. Such a kindhearted person, I don't hate it. "Well then, but well... I think I want to meet that hero. Bye." Saying that, I walk toward Finia-chan and Lulu-chan at guild request board. * * * Well then, today we also undertake some odd jobs requests, after we somewhat increase our level, we returned to the inn. Recently my level was hardly increased, even though my level is still at Lv. 10, but somehow I feel like it become quite hard to increase. Personally I can't comprehend it from the bottom of my heart. By the way Lulu-chan is still unable to participate at battle yet. She had been prepared to use the short sword, but as I thought she still seems hesitate to kill a living being. "I'm sorry...." "No no, you don't need to force yourself to suddenly do it. It's good as long as you keep going at it little by little." "Yes...." While patting the dejected Lulu-chan who dropped her shoulders, we entered to the inn. There's still time till dinner time, let's just quietly pass the time at our room for now. And I also should tell them about my intention to visit Grandile Kingdom after all. When we passed the entrance and walking toward the stair, I realized that the atmosphere inside the inn is somewhat strange. We naturally stopped our leg. "--enough, you're a disgrace for family. It's hard for me to cast my own child away, but... I can't go along with you any further." "No, no way...! Please wait! I..." "One week." "One week, it's your last chance. If by that time you're still unable to cast your apprentice status away... you're not my daughter anymore." Seems like Rishe-chan is quarrelling* with that dandy uncle. Not arguing**, but quarreling. Since I didn't hear the conversation, perhaps that uncle is Rishe-chan's father. Considering the sword at his waist also a word about Rishe-chan's status as a knight apprentice, as I thought that man perhaps is also a knight. Moreover, a remarkable one. Just by his appearance alone gives such dignity impression. "...status." I quietly peek at that uncle's status. *Status* Name : Vaiz Rumiela Gender : Male Lv. 89 Strength : 6250 Stamina : 5400 Resistance : 250 Agility : 4560 Magical energy : 1200 Title :{Knight Leader} {Demon Eye Holder} Skill : {Fencing Lv.7} {Body Strengthening Lv.5} {Swift} Innate skill :{Demon eye of foresight } * Amazing. I didn't say about his level, but that statuses values sure are abnormal. I had met the man with level 47 who was wooing Mia-chan, but he can't even comparable to this uncle who has almost double of his statuses. Moreover to has{Knight Leader} tittle, ha must be very strong-- perhaps, he might even comparable with an A rank adventurer. "Say, Kitsune-san... what is that? A quarrel*?" "If they're contenting*** then I hope they would let me join in." "But Rishe-chan looks like very desperate though." "You're right, but since that is a family affair... that isn't a place where we could step in." Lulu-chan strengthens her grasp at my hand. "...can't step in, but." At a family affairs, outsiders shouldn't intervene. Yup, at my former world that was the common sense. Or rather, there was no one who was able to stop my mother like existence who would easily exert for violence. But, here isn't my former world. Such common sense perhaps also exist at this world, but that isn't something I know about. Moreover... --the pain for being casted away by their own parents, I know it. "That sole one is, I won't overlook it." One step, my stopped legs are advancing forward. At that footsteps, that cool uncle is looking at me. But immediately returned to Rishe-chan. I can't stomach it. "Wha!?" When I activate my {Eerie constitution} , he turn his face to me. He is someone who has power equaling the monsters of A rank adventurers, he must be very strong. But, that red pupil at that night, was far more dreadful. Compared to that, he isn't something scary at all. "Nice to meet you, Rishe-chan's esteemed father?" While faintly smiling, I greet him. Accordingly, Rishe-chan's father extends his hand to the sword at his waist, and gazing sharply at me in belligerence. "...what's up with you, do you want to meet Grim reaper?" And said that with a serious tone.
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ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ใ€็จŽ้‡‘ใŒๆ‰•ใˆใฌๆœ‰่ฑก็„ก่ฑกใซไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใปใฉ็งใ‚‚ๆš‡ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅบ‡่ญทไธ‹......ใ‚ใฎๆญฆๅŠ›ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่ญทใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€ใใ‚Œใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฎๅฏพไพกใ‚’ๆ‰•ใ†ใฎใฏๅฝ“็„ถใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ…จใ......็งใ‚‚้•ทๅนดใ“ใฎๅœฐไฝใงๅƒใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€็จŽ้‡‘ใŒๅฐ‘ใ€…้ซ˜ใ„ใ“ใจใใ‚‰ใ„ใงๅ–šใ็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹่ผฉใชใฉๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ‘ใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ‰•ใˆใฌ่€…ใฏๅ‡ฆ็ฝฐใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ๅฝ“็„ถใฎๆ‘‚็†ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†......ไธ€ใ€…็งใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’็…ฉใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใชใ€ ใใ†ๅ‘ŸใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใฏๅ‚ใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ฐใƒฉใ‚นใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ไธ€ๆฐ—ใซ้…’ใ‚’็…ฝใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ€ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ๆฏŽๆ—ฅๆฏŽๆ—ฅไธๅนณไธๆบ€ใŒๅ‹Ÿใ‚‹ใจๆŠ˜่ง’ใฎ้…’ใ‚‚ไธๅ‘ณใใชใ‚‹......ใ„ใฃใไธๆบ€ใ‚’็”ณใ—็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹่€…ใฏๆŽ’้™คใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹......?ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅŠใฐๆœฌๆฐ—ใซใ—ใใ†ใชใƒˆใƒผใƒณใง้’็ญ‹ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ใ‚ใฎๆฒก่ฝ่ฒดๆ—ใฎใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใ‚ฌใ‚ญใฏใฉใ†ใชใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......็›ฎไธ‹ๆœ็ดขไธญใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใชใซ? ๅ…จใใ„ใคใพใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใ‚ฌใ‚ญไธ€ๅŒนๆ•ใพใˆใ‚‹ไฝใ‚ตใ‚ตใƒƒใจใ‚„ใ‚Œใ‚ˆไฝฟใˆใญใ‡ใชใ€ ๅˆฅไปถใฎ่ฉฑ้กŒใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใ‚ชใƒซใƒใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸ็”ทใ€ๅฏพใ—ใฆ็ง˜ๆ›ธใฎ็ซ‹ใกไฝ็ฝฎใชใฎใ‹ๅฅณๆ€งใฏใใ†็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็”ทใฏๅฅณๆ€งใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่ˆŒๆ‰“ใกใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใปใฉใซไธๆฉŸๅซŒใฎๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ๅฃ่ชฟใ‚‚ไนฑๆšดใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฅณๆ€งใฏใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆ€–ใŒใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ไบ‹ๅ‹™็š„ใซ็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ™ใŒใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใฎ่บซๆŸ„ใฏๅ–ใ‚ŠๆŠผใ•ใˆใŸๆง˜ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใปใ‰? ใงใ€ใใ„ใคใฏใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ? ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ๅฐ‹ๅ•ใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ„ใˆใ€ไปŠใฏ็‰ขใธๅนฝ้–‰ใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒ้ ˜้•ทใฎๆŒ‡็คบใ‚’ไปฐใ”ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸๆฌก็ฌฌใงใ™ใ€ ็›ฎ็š„ใฎไบบ็‰ฉใŒไธ€ไบบๆ•ใพใฃใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ๆฉŸๅซŒใŒ็›ดใฃใŸ็”ทใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไบˆๆƒณใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ€ใพใ ใใฎไบบ็‰ฉใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใชใซใ‚‚ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใจใ€้€”็ซฏใซ็›ฎใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใฆใพใŸ่ˆŒๆ‰“ใกใ—ใŸใ€‚ ้ ญใ‚’ใ‚ฌใ‚ทใ‚ฌใ‚ทใจๆŽปใ„ใฆใ€ไธๆบ€ใ‚’ๅใๅ‡บใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅคงใใๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎใพใพ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ๅฅณๆ€งใฎ่ƒธใใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ไนฑๆšดใซๅผ•ใๅฏ„ใ›ใฆใ€ไนฑ้›‘ใช่จ€่‘‰ใง่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ„ใคใ‚’ๆ‹ทๅ•ใซใงใ‚‚ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใ‚ฌใ‚ญใฎๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๅใ‹ใ›ใ‚! ๆœ€ๆ‚ชๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆๆง‹ใ‚ใญใ‡ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใฃใกใฏใใ“ใฎใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใ‚ฌใ‚ญใŒๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ !!ใ€ ๅ”พใ‚’้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใฆใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸๅฅณๆ€งใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆฏใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚€ใจใ€็Ÿญใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใจ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚็”ทใฎๆ‰‹ใŒ่ƒธใใ‚‰ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฅณๆ€งใฏไธ€ใคๅ’ณใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅฅณๆ€งใฏ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆฎ‹ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็”ทใฏ่‹›ใ€…ใŒๅŽใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใใฎ่พบใฎๆค…ๅญใ‚’่นดใ‚Šๅ€’ใ™ใจใ€่’ใ„ๅ‘ผๅธใง่‚ฉใ‚’ไธŠไธ‹ใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ ใ‚™ใใ‚ใ‚! ใฉใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ“ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใคใฃใ‹ใˆใญใ‡ใช......ใ•ใฃใ•ใจใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใ‚ฌใ‚ญๆ•ใพใˆใฆๆฅใ„ใฃใฆใฎ!ใ€ ็”ทใฏๅคงใใๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ๆ—ฅใ€…ใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใง่ƒƒใซ็ฉดใŒ้–‹ใใใ†ใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธŠใซใ‚ใฃใŸ้…’็“ถใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใ‚นใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใšใซ็›ดๆŽฅๅฃใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใ„ใฃใจ็…ฝใ‚‹ใจใ€้…’่‡ญใ„ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒ‰ใƒณใƒƒใจใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซ้…’็“ถใ‚’ๆˆปใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒžใ‚ธใ‚ฃ......ใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใŒ......!ใ€ ็”ทใฏ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’้š ใใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ›ใšใ€ใใ†ใผใ‚„ใ„ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๅƒ•้”ใฏใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’้–‹ๅง‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ 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้šฃใ‚’ๆญฉใใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆกใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใชใ„ใจ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅนด้ฝขใฏ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใฏๅนผๅ…็จ‹ใฎๅนด้ฝขใชใ‚“ใ ใ€้€ƒใ’ใฆใ‚‚็ขŒใช็›ฎใซ้ญใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ฆ‹ใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใญใ€็ˆถ่ฆชๆŽขใ—ใ‚‚ใ“ใฎๅญใฎ็‚บใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†็Šถๆณใชใฎใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใซใฏๅ…จใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ......ใใ‚Œใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‹็‚บใซใ‚‚่‰ฒใ€…ใจๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’้›†ใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Šใ‚ƒใใ†ใ‹......ใพใใ€ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใ็‚บใซๅฟ…่ฆใชใ“ใจใ ใฃใฆ็ŸฅใฃใฆใŠใ‘ใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ‚“ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใพใŸๆญฉใใ€‚่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸใฎใฏๅบ—ใฎ็ซ‹ใกไธฆใถ่ก—่ทฏใ€ไบบใŒๅคšใ่กŒใไบคใ„ใ€ๅ–ง้จ’ใŒๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐ่‰ฏใ„้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎไธญใงใ€ไธ€็•ชๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใใ†ใชใฎใฏใฉใ‚“ใชไบบ้–“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใฎใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ๅ‡ฆใฎๅบ—ๅ“กใ€ๅบ—ใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใŠๅฎข้”ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใใ—ใฆ้จŽๅฃซ้”......ใพใใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎๆ”ฟ็ญ–ใ‚’่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€้จŽๅฃซใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใฎไบบ้–“ใŒใฉใ‚“ใชไบบๆ ผ่€…ใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€้จŽๅฃซใฏ่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€้จŽๅฃซใฏๆŽ’้™คใ ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€้จŽๅฃซใซใ“ใฎๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้ฟใ‘ใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒ็”Ÿใใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ๆ€ชใ—ใ„ๆ‰€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใฃใฆใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆœ็ดขๅฏพ่ฑกใฟใŸใ„ใชๆ‰ฑใ„ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ๆœ€ๆ‚ชๅƒ•ใ‚‚็›ฎใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆญขใ‚ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใพใๅนผๅ…ใซไฝ•ใ‚’ๆœŸๅพ…ใ—ใฆใ‚‚็„ก้ง„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๆฌก็ฌฌใ‹ใชใใ€ ใ€Œใใ“ใฎ้ป’ใ„ๆœใฎ็”ทใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“? ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅพŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใงๅƒ•ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ใ“ใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠๆ›ดๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆ€–ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใพใๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใฉใฃใกใซใ—ใŸใฃใฆ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏใชใ‚“ใ‹้€žใ—ใ„่บซไฝ“ใคใใฎ็”ทๆ€งใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚่ƒŒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹็”จใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใใฎๅญไพ›ใฏใŠๅ‰ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎๅฏๆ„›ใ„ๅฆนใซไฝ•ใ‹็”จ?ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็›ฎๅฝ“ใฆใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ˜˜ใ‚‚ๅใ‘ใ‚‹ใŠๅˆฉๅฃใ•ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซใ‚ดใƒชใ‚ดใƒชใฎใ‚ฌใƒ†ใƒณ็ณปใฎ็”ทใŒ็‹™ใ†ใฎใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็Šฏ็ฝช่‡ญใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ? ใ‚„ใ‚ใจใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒใ„ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใชใใ€ใจใฃใ•ใซๅฆนใฃใฆๅ˜˜ๅใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€็–‘ใ†ๆง˜ใช็œผๅทฎใ—ใŒ็—›ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆœฌๅฝ“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ•ใ™ใŒๅ˜˜ๅใๅจ˜ใ€่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซๅ˜˜ๅใ„ใŸใชใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚ŒใฐใŠๅ…„ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚ŒใฐๅฎŒ็’งใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€‚่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใชใใ€่จ€ใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใใ€ไปŠๅบฆ่จ€ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒญใƒ‰ใƒชใ‚ฒใ‚นใƒŸใƒณใƒŸใƒณใ€ ใ€Œใƒ‰ใ‚ฐใƒชใ‚ฒใ‚นใƒŸใƒณใƒŸใƒณใ€ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ๅใใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจใƒžใ‚ทใชๅๅ‰ใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š้ง„็›ฎใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใซใ“ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏๅ˜˜ใ ใฃใฆๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‹ใใ€้ ญๆ‚ชใใ†ใช้ก”ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚คใ‚ฑใ‚‹ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็„ก็†ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใ่ฒซใ้€šใ™ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคฑ็คผใชใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๆœฌๅใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚่ฆชใ‹ใ‚‰่ฒฐใฃใŸๅคงไบ‹ใชๅๅ‰ใชใ‚“ใ ......้ฆฌ้นฟใซใ™ใ‚‹ใช!ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€็”ทใฏๅฐ‘ใ—็”ณใ—่จณใชใ•ใใ†ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฃใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ใ‚ใ€ๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸ......ใˆใƒผใจใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ ใƒญใƒ‰ใƒชใ‚ฒใ‚นใƒŸใƒณใƒŸใƒณใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใชใ€ ใ€Œ่ชฐใใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใƒžใ‚ซใƒชใƒ‰ใƒผใƒ ใƒšใƒญใƒšใƒญใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œไธ€ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใ—ใ‹ๅˆใฃใฆใญใ‡ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใ‚ฎใ‚ฎใƒ–ใƒฉใƒญใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ ใฃใ‘? ใพใใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅ˜˜ใ ใฃใฆใƒใƒฌใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ—ใ€่ฒซใ้€šใ™ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็›ฎๅฝ“ใฆใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใชใ......ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใใ€‚ ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใš็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎใ“ใฎ็”ทใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใ‚’่žใ“ใ†ใ€‚ไธŠๆ‰‹ใ่กŒใ‘ใฐๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ไฝ•ใ‹็”จ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅญไพ›ใ‚’ไธ€ไบบใ€ๆŽขใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ–ใƒญใƒณใƒ‰้ซชใฎๅนผใ„ๅญไพ›ใ ......ไธๅบฆใ€ใใฎๅญใจๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎๅนด้ฝขใ ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ๆ•…?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏ่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€ ใคใพใ‚Šใฏๅˆๆณ•ใฃใฆ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚้žๅˆๆณ•ใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Šไป–ใซ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใใฏใชใ„่กŒๅ‹•ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ๅไธญๅ…ซไนใ€ใ“ใฎ็”ทใฏ้จŽๅฃซใ‹ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎๆ”ฟ็ญ–ใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ‹ใ€ใใฎ้…ไธ‹ใฎไบบ้–“ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏ......ใ€Ž่ฒดๆ—ใ€ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใฏไฝ•่€…ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ไฟบใฏใ‚ฐใƒฌใ‚ชใ‚นๅฎถใฎ่€…ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใ€ ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ ใใฎๅฎถใ€็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใฟใŸใ„ใช้ก”ใ—ใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใใ“ใใ“ๆœ‰ๅใช่ฒดๆ—ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฎๅ‡„ใ•ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅนผใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็ตถๅฏพๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€้ฆ–ๅ‚พใ’ใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‚ณใƒฌ? ๅƒ•ใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใฎ? ๅๅฟœ่–„ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ“ใฎไบบๅพฎๅฆ™ใช้ก”ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฏ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆใ“ใฎๅญใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅฆนใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใพใ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ไป–ใซใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚‰ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ€ ็”ทใฎไบบใฏใ€ๆกˆๅค–ใ‚ใฃใ•ใ‚Šๅผ•ใไธ‹ใŒใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ๅฝผใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€Žใใ†ใ€ใ ใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ไธ€ๆ—ฆ้€€ใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใฎใฏใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฎ็ขบ่ชใงใฏใชใใ€ใ€Žๅƒ•ใ€ใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใชใฎใ‹ใฎ็ขบ่ชใชใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใซๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆ‰‹ๅผทใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใชใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ็ญ–ใ‚’็ทดใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใซใฉใ‚“ใช้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚่ชฟในใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠใฎไผš่ฉฑใงๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใŒๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๆƒณๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใพใšใ€Žๅƒ•ใ€ใŒใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฆนใจ่จ€ใฃใฆๅบ‡ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็ด ็›ดใซๅผ•ใๆธกใ™ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚„ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใฎๅ˜˜ใซๅˆใ‚ใ›ใŸใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซไฟก็”จใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€ใใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆ่ฆ‹ๅฎšใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ€ใฃใฆใจใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€่ฟ‘ใ„ๅ†…ใซใ‚ใฎ็”ทใฎไบบใฎไธŠๅธใซใใ‚ŒใŒไผใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๆœ€็ต‚็š„ใซใฏใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใซ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใพใใ‚ใฎไบบใŒใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใฎ้…ไธ‹ใชใฎใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ๆ•ตๅฏพใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ต„็น”ใ‚„ๅฎถใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็ตๅฑ€ใฏ่ชฐใ‹ๅ‰ใ„ๅฅดใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใฃใŸใ‚‰......ใใ†ใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ€ๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใชใ—ใฎๅƒ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้ƒฝๅˆใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚’ๅพ—ใŸใ€ใจใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้•ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ–ใฃๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚ŠใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฎใฏๅๅˆ†ใชๅŽ็ฉซใ ใ€‚ๆ”ฟ็ญ–ไบ‘ใ€…ใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใฏๅ…จใๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใจใใฎใƒใƒƒใ‚ฏใซๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็ณธใฎๆง˜ใช็ดฐใ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ็น‹ใŒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅๅˆ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅฐใ•ใ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆตฎใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚
At the town where Kitsune and the other were currently at, akin to the castle at Grandile Kingdom, there was a large guild-like building standing there. Inside it, the top brass; who was supposed to deal with citizens' opinions and dissatisfaction, as well as the one in charge of the tax; was overbearingly sitting there. When he picked up several documents before him, he laughed scornfully and tore them apart. The documents that were just torn apart were opinions from the citizens, however he tore them regardless. The woman who was standing behind him, she took the torn up sheets with slight pity. "Lord Orba... will this be alright?" And then, she asked his opinion regarding the matter. Ignoring the citizens' opinions and putting up convenient policies, that was by no means allowed. However, the man answered her along with a snort. "It's fine, I'm not that free to be bothered by those riffraff who couldn't afford to pay tax. Moreover, this town is under Grandile Kingdom patronage... for being protected by those strength, it's a matter of course that they ought to pay some compensation in exchange, right?" "Good grief... I've been doing this job for several years already, you can just ignore those who bawl out simply because the tax is slightly higher. Those who couldn't pay are to be punished, that's a matter of course, isn't it? So stop troubling me with such trifling matter anymore." Saying so, he picked up the glass next to him, and gulped down all the sake in one go. However, in doing so, he showed a dissatisfied face and let out a sigh. "Terrible, after dealing with those complaints day after day, even a precious alcohol will taste terrible... should I consider disposing of those who plead their dissatisfaction, I wonder?" He mumbled so with half-serious tone. "Then, how's the situation with the brat from that fallen noble?" "...at present, it's still under investigation." "What? Just how long will it take? It's just capturing a single brat so just finish it swiftly, how useless." Toward the matter that was asked by the man named Orba, the seemingly to be secretary woman answered so. And then, the man snorted at the woman. It was clear that he was displeased by her answer. Even his tone became cruder. However, without any slight sign of fear, the woman kept standing there in business like form. "However, it appears that we have apprehended ex-earl higurd." "Oh, then, what did he say? Of course you've done some interrogation to him, haven't you?" "...not yet, currently he's imprisoned in the jail. We thought about seeking for Lord Orba's order first for further conduct." Having captured one of his target, the man's mood recovered a bit. However, contrary to his expectation, hearing that nothing had been done to that person, he squinted his eyes and snorted once again. While briskly scratching his own head, he let out a large sigh as if to let out his dissatisfaction. And then, the man stood up and grabbed the woman by the collar. He roughly pulled her and violently said so. "Just go fvking torture him or whatever to make him spills where that damn brat is! It doesn't matter even if that man die, as long as we can get that brat, everything is fine!!" The woman who was told so along with some soaring spits, she slightly gasped for a moment and shortly replied 'certainly' to him. The woman bowed her head and left the room. The left alone man, seemingly couldn't handle the irritation, he kicked the chair next to him, his breathing was rough, and his shoulders were violently shaking up and down. "Aaargh!! They are all so useless... just catch than damn brat already!" The man took a deep breath. While thinking that the stress might end up putting hole on his stomach, he took the alcohol bottle on the table, and directly gulped down the alcohol within. After gulping down everything inside the bottle, while letting out reeks-of-alcohol breath, he violently put down the bottle back on the table. "Really... damn it all...!!" Without hiding his irritation, he shouted so. * * * After that, we began to move. For me and Niko-chan, our information gathering method is by asking the citizens' impression about the policy that is imposed at this town. We have to make sure what kind of person the one who's responsible of this town first. Well, if he is a good person then it will be easy in its own way, and if he's a bad prson then we can act mercilessly as well, so I think his personality doesn't really matter though. The person who's in charge of tax collection here, if by any chance his conduct is intolerably excessive, then I want to get back Niko-chan's father. Prowess-wise, there shouldn't be any trouble here, but there's a possibility that Leila-chan's identity may be discovered, if by any chance that happens, it'll become a great obstacle on my journey from now on. That isn't a very likable scenario, after all. "Where are we going to?" "Somewhere with a lot of people." I'm holding Niko-chan's hand, who is walking next to me. If I don't do it, I have a feeling that she will run away, I haven't asked how old she is, but most likely she's still at child age, so even if she does run away, there's nothing good from it. If that's the case then I'd better take a good watch at her, right? We're looking for his father is also for her sake after all. "We don't know a thing about what's happening to your father after all, so to understanding that, we have to gather information regarding it first." "...I don't understand." "I see... well, you can just take it as a step to meet your father." While chatting like that, we keep walking. The place we arrived at is a road with numerous store standing in a row, numerous people come and go, a boisterous yet comfortable place. Here, who is the one who know the most about this town, I wonder? The uncle from weapon shop? The shop assistant from the diner? The visitors who are visiting those stores? Adventurers? Or perhaps knights? Well, speaking of people who know well about the policy at this town, then it's most likely the knights. What kind of person the top brass here, I'm sure they pretty much know. But, knights are no-go. I'm together with Niko-chan, so it's better to avoid them as much as possible. It's still uncertain whether her father is still alive or not, and if by any chance they discover Niko-chan and turn her as their investigation target, at worst case scenery I have a feeling that they'll put an eye on me as well. Let's avoid that from happening. "...." Niko-chan doesn't say a word. Well, expecting something from a child is a waste of time, after all. "First is searching randomly, huh." "Hey, the man with black clothes over there." "Huh? Are you calling me?" And then, there's someone calling from behind. What should I do if it isn't meant for me, I wonder? Now that I realize it, I'm kinda scared to turn back. But well, there's no turning back here. Either way, I replied just now after all. Thinking so, I turn back. In doing so, I can see a man with somewhat burly body standing there. He's taller than me so it feels as if he's looking down on me. "Do you need something?" "That child, is she your family?" "Do you need something with my cute little sister?" Seems like he's after Niko-chan. Niko-chan sure is cute, she's obedient and also tend to tell lies, but for such gori-like man to after her, I do think that's a crime, you know? I think it's better to stop him so I involuntarily lie by saying that she's my little sister but, seems like he's doubting me. "I'm not lying, right?" "...yeah." As expected of the liar girl, she can splendidly lie like nothing. It's just, if you call me by 'onii-chan', then that'd be perfect, though. Will she call me as such, I wonder? I hope she will. Let's ask her sometime later. "Rodriguez Minmin." "Dogriguez Minmin." "Even if you want to lie, can't you put out a slightly more proper name?" Ah, as I thought that's not good enough, huh. As expected, it's easy to tell that such name is a lie, he looks like a muscle-head so I thought I'd work, but as expected that's still not good enough, huh. However, let's just stick with it for a bit more. "How rude, that's her real name, you know? That's a precious name from our parents, don't you dare to make fun of it!" When I say so, the man makes a slightly apologetic face and says so. "...I, I'm sorry... umm, then, you're Rodriguez Minmin, right?" "Who's that?" "See! It's a lie afterall!" "Ah, my bad, it's actually Makaridom Peropero, yup." "That's not even a name!" Huh? Gigibraro Nikoniko, was it? Well, whatever, he's already discovered the lie, so there's no meaning to keep sticking with it. But, if Niko-chan is marked then it'll surely be troublesome... what should I do, I wonder? Well, for now let's ask what his goal is first. If I can play it properly then I may be able to get some information from him. "Then, do you need something?" "...I'm looking for a certain child. A child with blond hair... and, it just happens that she's around her age." "Why?" "I can't tell you that." That means it isn't a legal matter, huh. Illegal, that means this matter shouldn't be let known to others. Most likely, this man is a knight, or perhaps the subordinate from the one who's managing the policy of this town. Perhaps... 'Noble', huh. "Who are you?" "...I'm someone from Grace house." "Oh...." Never heard of it. What's with that house, can you stop showing 'you know it, don't you?'-face, please? Perhaps it's a somewhat influential house around here, but I don't even know who they are, so there's no way I'd understand how amazing they are. Niko-chan is still a child, so I'm sure she doesn't understand it as well and is tilting her head. What's it? Am I at fault here? Perhaps it's because how light our response is, the man shows a somewhat doubtful expression, did I perhaps do something bad, I wonder? "But well, that has nothing to do with us. This child is my little sister, after all." "...well, fine, if you ever find someone similar to her then please report it to me." The man unexpectedly withdraw there quite easily. No, perhaps it's exactly because he thinks that Niko-chan is the 'right' one, he withdraw there. Perhaps he realized it the moment he noticed Niko-chan, that's why he called out to me, it wasn't meant to ascertain whether Niko-chan is actually Niko-chan, but to ascertain what kind of person 'I' am, or so I think. When they come to take Niko-chan, if by any chance I'm a though opponent then they could make some preparations first after all, they might even investigate what kind of relation I have with Niko-chan and her father. From the conversation just now, they information he got should be that, firstly, 'I' covered her by claiming to be her brother, I don't have intention to obediently hand over Niko-chan, the possibility of trust from the fact that Niko-chan matched up to my lie, and then what extent of prowess I have, something like that, I think. Either way, that man will surely report it to his superior soon, and eventually it will reach the top bass' ear, huh. Well, whether that person is actually the top brass or not is still uncertain though, there's a possibility that he's someone from hostile organization or house, but in the end some influential person is surely doing something in the dark. "If that's the case... then it's like that huh, for me who don't have any lead whatsoever here, them coming my way theirselves sure is a big help." "?" "Ah, don't mind it. You can say that we've found our lead here after all." Finding a lead, well that isn't exactly the case, but it's quite a bountiful harvest we got ourselves here. I haven't gotten any information regarding the policy and whatsoever, but that man and also the mastermind are aware of us. It's surely thread-like thin, but it's definitely connected to something. That's more than enough. However, Niko-chan, who quietly responds to my word, her expression is somewhat gloomy.
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ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆŽขใ—ใฆใฟใŸ็ตๆžœใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆœๆ—ฉใใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธŠใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ‚Œใ•ใ›ใฆ้ …ๅž‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้•ทใ„็™ฝ้ซชใ‚‚ไธ€้ƒจใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ€้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใจใชใๅŠ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ทๅˆใงใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎๅญไบบ้–“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ—ใ€็—…ๆฐ—ใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใ ใ—ใ€็—…ๆฐ—ใซ็ฝนใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‚ใฎๅญใฏใ€‚็ด”็ฒ‹ใซๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใงใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ…ใฃ!? ใใ€ใใคใญๅ›......ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎ? ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚‚ใ„ใใชใ‚Šใฉใฃใ‹่กŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚“......ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใกใ‚‡ใƒผใฃใจ้ฃŸในใกใ‚ƒใ„ใใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไป–ใฎไบบใ‚’ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ๅ…จใใ€ใพใ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใŸใจใ‹ๆ€–ใ™ใŽใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅฏ†ใ‹ใซๅ‘ฝใฎๅฑๆฉŸใ‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใชใใฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ๅคงไบ‹ใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚็„กไบ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ•ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฃใฆใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใŸใพใพใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ไปŠใฏใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใจๆค…ๅญใ€ไพ้ ผๆ›ธๆŽฒ็คบๆฟใจใ‹ใŒ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข้”ใŒ็ฐกๆ˜“ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใงๅ—ไป˜ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†็ซ‹ใฆ็›ดใ—ใพใงใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅ‡„ใ„่ณช็ด ใซใชใฃใŸใชใ€‚้’็ฉบๆ•™ๅฎคใชใ‚‰ใฌใ€้’็ฉบใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅคงไฝ“ไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ›ใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏไฝ•ใŒไฝ•ใ ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ†…ใซๅ…จๅ“กๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่ตทใใŸใ‚‰ใ“ใ†ใชใฃใฆใŸใฃใฆๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎๅˆฉ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚่ญทใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚‚ใฉใ“ใ‹ๆตฎใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚......ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใ‹ใ€ ๅ—ไป˜ใซใ„ใŸใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใใ‚ŒใฏๅŒใ˜ใงใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใ‚จใƒผใ‚นใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใŸไบ‹ใŒๆ‚ฒใ—ใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ฏใƒใƒฉ็™บ่จ€ใ‚’ใ—ใŸๅƒ•ใŒ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใพใงใฎๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ขๅฝฑใฏใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไป•ไบ‹ๅ ดใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใปใฉๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใจใฎ็ต†ใ‚‚ๆทฑใใ€้จ’ใ€…ใ—ใใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆ่‰ฏใ„ๆ€ใ„ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใใคใ„ใ‹ใช......ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ็งใซใจใฃใฆๅคงไบ‹ใชๅ ดๆ‰€ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ‹ใ€‚ใตใƒผใ‚€ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ“ใฎใพใพใ˜ใ‚ƒไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŸใกใชใ‚“ใฆๅƒใๆฐ—ใŒๅคฑใ›ใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข้”ใชใ‚“ใฆๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใ™ใ‚‰ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็จ‹ใซๆ†‚ใ„ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใ—ใฆๆดปๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ•ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏๅƒ•ใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅŠ›ใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ—ใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ„ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใ‚ˆ?ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ˆใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซ่กŒใใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅœฐๅ›ณใจใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚ใ‚......ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใŠใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†!ใ€ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่žใ„ใฆใ€ๆฌกใฎใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธใฎ่กŒใๅ…ˆใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๆ€ใ„ใŒใ‘ใšใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใพใงใฎๅฎ‰ๅ…จใชใƒซใƒผใƒˆใŒๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚้€”ไธญๅนพใคใ‹ๆ‘ใ‚„่ก—ใ‚’็ตŒ็”ฑใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใปใฉ่ฟ‘ใใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€็ตๆง‹ๆ—ฅๆ•ฐใŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใพใ—ใฆใ€ๅพ’ๆญฉใ ใจใ‚‚ใฃใจๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€‚ใพใใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใ‹......ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ™ๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใฆใ€ใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใงใชใ‚“ใจใ‹้“ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๅพŒใฏ......ไธŠๆ‰‹ใใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ™ใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใญใ‡ๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‚‚!ใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ๅฃฐใงใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆŠ˜่ง’็›ดใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงๅฃŠใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจ้€†ใซใ™ใฃใใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญ! ๆญฃ็›ดๅคงใใ™ใŽใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ—ใ€่‡ญใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎ่ณชใฏไฝŽใ„ใ—ใ€ๅฃŠใ‚Œใฆๆญฃ่งฃใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸ! ๅ–งๅ˜ฉๅฃฒใฃใฆใ‚“ใฎ!?ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใฃใฆใใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†? ๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใชใกใ„ใ•ใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎ็™–ใซๅทจไนณใจใ‹ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒๆ–ญ็„ถ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ—? ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆๆ„ๆฐ—ๆถˆๆฒˆใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅ›้”ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๆ‰€่ฉฎใใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใ ใ‚ใ†? ใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ๆต็Ÿณใฏ่ปไบ‹ๅ›ฝๅฎถใ ใ‚ˆใญ! ๆˆฆใ„ใฏๅผทใใฆใ‚‚็ฒพ็ฅžใฏๅผฑใฃใกใƒใ‚“ใ ใญ!ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่‚ฉใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใ›ใฆๆ€’ใ‚Šใฎๅฝข็›ธใ‚’้œฒใ‚ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๅƒ•ใซๆ•ตๆ„ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใฃใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸ้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ„ใ„ใ€ๅทซๅฅณใจใ„ใ„ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใใฃใ ใ‚‰ใญใƒผใ‚ซใ‚นใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใพใใ€ใฉใฃใกใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใง่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ๅฅดใ‚‰ใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€้…ใ‹ใ‚Œๆ—ฉใ‹ใ‚Œใ“ใ†ใชใฃใฆใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ๆ”พ้กŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใˆใ€‚ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅฅดใ‚‰ๅ…จๅ“กใ€ๆ€’ใ‚ŠใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆ€’ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€ไปŠใฎๅ›้”ใฏใ‚ซใ‚นใฐใฃใ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใฃใฆใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใชๅคงไบ‹ใชใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ฝใก่พผใ‚€ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใงไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใใ‚“ใชใซ่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ„ใ‚“ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆฐธ้ ใซ่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใ‚ใ€‚ ใ€Œ้ป™ใ‚Œ!! ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใชใ‚“ใ‹ใซไฝ•ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใฎ!?ใ€ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€ๅ ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅฅดใ‚‰ใฏๅ…จๅ“กใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใฆๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๅƒใ„ใฆใŸใฎใ‚ˆ! ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏใญใ€ไป•ไบ‹ใ‚’่ฒฐใ†ๅ ดใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„! ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใฆๅƒใ„ใฆใ€็„กไบ‹ใซๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใชใฎ! ๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใชใฎ! ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏ็š†ใฎๅฎถใชใ‚“ใ ! ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…จๅ“กใŒๅฎถๆ—ใชใ‚“ใ ! ๅฎถๆ—ใŒๆญปใญใฐ็š†ใงๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚“ใงใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใŒๆˆๅŠŸใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็š†ใง็ฅใฃใฆใ€ใใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็š†ใงไฝœใฃใฆใใŸ......่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’้š ใ•ใšๆ›ใ‘ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ชใ‚ๅˆใฃใฆ้Žใ”ใ™ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใชใ‚“ใ !! ไฝ•ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใซใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„!! ๅฎถใ‚’ๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆๆ‚ฒใ—ใใชใ„ๅฅดใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡!!?ใ€ ๅฎถๆ—ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚€ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใจใฏๅฎถใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใจใฏๅฎถๆ—ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ไบบใŒๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚ใฐใ€็š†ใงๅŠฑใพใ—ใ€ไธ€ไบบใŒ็ฌ‘ใˆใฐใ€็š†ใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†็ต†ใ‚’็ดกใ„ใงไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใฆใใŸๅคงๅˆ‡ใชๅ ดๆ‰€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ็š†ๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ€่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใ€ๆ€’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ‚‚ๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚็ตๅฑ€ใ€ๅ›้”ใฏๅฎถๆ—ใ ใชใ‚“ใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚็š†ใง่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใ€ใใ‚Œใงไฝ•ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ? ็š†ใงๅŠฑใพใ—ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใฎใ‹? ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒ็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎ็ต†ใฃใฆใฎใฏ็„กใใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใ‹? ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰โ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใ‚“ใ ็ต†ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒๆฅใŸใฎใฏใคใ„ไธ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใชใ‚“ใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚็ตๅฑ€ใฏ่ตคใฎไป–ไบบใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใชใฎใซ็š†ใงๅ‚ทใ‚’่ˆใ‚ๅˆใฃใฆใ€็ต†ใ ใชใ‚“ใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠไบ’ใ„ใ‚’ๆ…ฐใ‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใ ใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒ็„กใใชใฃใŸ้€”็ซฏใซใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ไป•ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ€ๅŠฑใพใ—ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฎไธ€ใคใ‚‚ๅ‡บใชใ„ใ€ใชใฎใซใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๆ€’ใ‚‹ใ€‚้€†ใ‚ฎใƒฌใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ๆ‰€ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใฏ็š†ใใ‚“ใชไฝ™่ฃ•ใชใ„ใฎใ‚ˆ!! ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฟใŸใ„ใซใธใ‚‰ใธใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใซใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‘ใฉใญใ€็ง้”ใŒๆตใ—ใŸๆถ™ใฏใ€ใ„ใคใ‹ใใฃใจ็š†ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใ‚‹็ณงใซใชใ‚‹! ไธ€ไบบใ€ใพใŸไธ€ไบบใฃใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹!! ใใ†ไฟกใ˜ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!!ใ€ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงๅทจๅคงใช้พใฎๅ’†ๅ“ฎใฎๆง˜ใซๅผทใ„ๅŠ›ใŒๅ†…ๅŒ…ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ€ๅƒ•ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ใใ—ใฆๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰้€šใ‚Šใซๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎๅฟƒใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ......ไฟบ้”ใฏใใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใใŸ......ๅคงๅฅฝใใชๅ ดๆ‰€ใ ใฃใŸ......ๅŒใ˜ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅŒๅฃซ้ฆฌ้นฟใ‚„ใฃใฆใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใฎๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใ‹ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€ๅฑใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’้ ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไปฒ้–“ใŒใ„ใฆ......ๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใ‚‰ใŠใ‹ใˆใ‚Šใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹้ฆฌ้นฟ้”ใŒๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ......ไฟบใฏใใ‚“ใชใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ !ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚......ไฟบใ‚‚ใ ! ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šใ ใ€ไฟบใ‚‚ๆญคๅ‡ฆใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ !!ใ€ ไฟบใ‚‚ใ€ไฟบใ‚‚ใจใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ็žณใซๅŠ›ใŒๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ่ณ›ๅŒใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ๆƒณใ†ๅฟƒใ‚’่ƒธใซใ€ๅƒ•ใซๆ•ตๆ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅฎถๆ—ใ€่‰ฏใ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใงใ€็ขบใ‹ใซๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎ็ต†ใฏๅฎถๆ—ใจๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€ๅ›บใใ€ๅผทใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ•ใฃใ•ใจๅ‹•ใ‘ใฐใ„ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚็ตๅฑ€ใ€็ถบ้บ—ไบ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅ›้”ใฏใใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใ ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃ......!ใ€ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‹ณใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้ ฌใซ็ชใๅˆบใ•ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่€ๆ€งๅ€คใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใŠใ‹ใ’ใ‹ใ€ๅ…จ็„ถ็—›ใใชใ„ไธŠใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚ๅนใฃ้ฃ›ใฐใชใ„ใ€‚็ฒพใ€…ๅคšๅฐ‘ไธŠไฝ“ใŒๆบใ‚ŒใŸไฝใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œไปฅๅ‰ใซใ€ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใงๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใพใไฝฟใ‚ใชใใฆใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆฎดใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฐใ•ใชๆ‹ณใฏๅ‡„ใ็—›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็—›ใใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€็—›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็ง้”ใฎ็ต†ใ‚’้ฆฌ้นฟใซใ™ใ‚‹ใช......! ๅ‡บใฆใฃใฆ......ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆฎบใ—ใŸใใชใ‚‹......!ใ€ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซ่ƒŒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‰‰ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰‰ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏใใ“ใ‚’้›ขใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅพŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•ตๆ„ใฎ็ฑ ใฃใŸ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ่ƒŒไธญใซ็ชใๅˆบใ•ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚็ตๅฑ€ใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใฏๅฝผๅฅณ้”ๆฌก็ฌฌใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใฎๅˆ‡ใฃๆŽ›ใ‘ใง่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ›ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹? ใใคใญใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใจใฃใจใจใ“ใ‚“ใชๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใŠใ•ใ‚‰ใฐใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ•ใ„ใซใ€ใใ†่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใŒๅŽปใฃใŸๅพŒใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใฏ่‚ฉใงๆฏใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’่ฝใกใคใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ๆ”พ้กŒ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ็ตๅฑ€ใใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใ ใจๅใๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆฎบใ—ใŸใใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใซๆ€’ใ‚Šใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆŠ‘ๅˆถใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‚ˆใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใซใ€ๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€ ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไป˜ใ„ใฆไฟฏใใƒซใƒผใƒŠใซใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธ€ไบบใŒๅฟƒ้…ๆฐ—ใซๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใŒใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใฏๆฐ—ไธˆใซใใ†่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใ“ใงใธใ“ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงๆก”้ŸณใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใจๅŒใ˜ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹็‚บใซใฏใ€ใ“ใ“ใง่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒ็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆ่พ›ใ„ใฎใฏ็š†ๅŒใ˜ใ€ใชใ‚‰ใฐๅฎถๆ—ใจ่จ€ใ„ใใฃใŸใใฎ็ต†ใฏใ€ใใฃใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅฟœใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒๅฝผๅฅณใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฏ......ใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒๅฅฝใ......ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ€ไพ้ ผใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ๅปบใฆ็›ดใ™ไบบๆ‰‹ใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใฎ! ๅ ฑ้…ฌใฏ......ใใ‚“ใชใซใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’็”จๆ„ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚!ใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ ฑ้…ฌใฏใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ€ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใŠ้‡‘ใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใŒ็ฌ‘้ก”ใงใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎๅ ฑ้…ฌใ ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใฆๆˆฆใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใฎ็‚บใซๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆตใ™ไป•ไบ‹ใ ใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚ŒใจๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅคงๅˆ‡ใชไป•ไบ‹ใชใฎใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซใฏใƒซใƒผใƒŠใฎไพ้ ผใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅ—ใ‘ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใฏๆœ€ๅˆใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฎถใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆ็›ดใ™ใฎใ ใ€ๅŠ›ใฏๅนพใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚่ฒธใใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใฏใ‚ฆใƒใฎใ‚จใƒผใ‚นๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ ใ‚?ใ€ ไธๆ•ตใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใ†ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธ€ไบบใ€ๅฝผใฏๅฅ‡ใ—ใใ‚‚่ฝใก่พผใ‚€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใจๅŒใ˜ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใชใฎใ ใจ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ€้€”็ซฏใซๅฟƒใŒๆธฉใ‹ใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ€็ด ็›ดใซใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€่‡ชไฟกๆบ€ใ€…ใ€็งใŒไธ€็•ชใ ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๅ…ƒๆฐ—ๆบŒๅ‰Œใงๅฏๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ใ“ใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€็š†!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃๆŽ›ใ‘ใซใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆ้€ฒใฟใ ใ—ใŸใ€‚
After looking for Leila-chan for a while, we finally find her at the guild. Seems like she has been here since early in the morning, she lays her body atop the table with her head hung down. Her long hair's spreded atop the table, she's also seemingly pretty feeble. Is she sick or something? But, she isn't a human, or rather she's demonic virus itself, so there's no way for her to catch some disease, does she? Is she just feeling unwell or something, I wonder? "Leila-chan?" "Au! Ki, Kitsune-kun...." "What are you doing? Even last night, you suddenly went somewhere like that." "Um, umm... back then I suddenly felt like eating something, so...." What's wrong with her? Well, given the fact that I might get eaten back then, moreover I even personally accepted it, that's very scary. I was secretly in danger, huh. But well, fortunately it wasn't because of something important. Well, that sure was important in its own way, but Rishe-chan and Leila-chan were safe, and I even kinda leveled up in some ways, so that event didn't only bring about bad things, did it? But well, you see, even if I say guild, it's still in its wrecked state, though. Right now there's only tables and chairs, and some kind of temporary quest board, the receptionists are accepting requests at some simple tables. Perhaps, it'd take quite a while before everything is reorganized, but the current scene somehow looks very simplisitic. The guild's turned into something similar like an open-air class under the blue sky. This was all apostle-chan's fault, but since everyone was unanimously fainted back then without knowing what happened, when they woke up it turned into like this, huh. "Runa-chan." "...ah... it's you, huh." Runa-chan who is at the reception table is also the same, as expected, seems like she's sad that the guild; where she acts as the ace receptionist at; was destroyed. Even though I; the very person who sexually harassed her; am right in front of her eyes, her lively expression she showed yesterday is nowhere to be seen. Well, that's a matter of course, huh. Even if it's just a work place, it was the place where the adventurers deepened their bonds, and was a noisy yet fun place, after all. There's no way for them to feel fine after having it in such a wreck. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, or so I want to say, but as expected it's a bit hard... for me this is a precious place, after all." Ah, as thought, huh. Hmm, but well, it looks bad if it's left as it is, doesn't it? Even the adventurers don't seems to be so inclined to work, were the receptionists are sad-looking and showing nothing but business smiles. I have to somehow liven them up again. When I just got beaten by the hero, Grandile Kingdom's adventurers helped me out, after all, so I have to do something here. "...." "...what's the matter?" ...okay. "Say, Runa-chan, I'm intending to go to Rookshade kingdom but, is there map or something?" "Eh? Umm... if that's the case, here, you can have it." "Oh, thank you!" When I ask Runa-chan about Rookshade kingdom; which I'm going to go to; she unexpectedly gives me a map. There's a safe route from Grandile Kingdom to Rookshade Kingdom printed there. There are villages and towns along the way, but it's considerably farther than Miniera to Grandile Kingdom, so it looks like it's going to be quite a long trip. Not to mention if we go there by foot. Well, it's fine in it's own way, I think... from what I can see, it looks like if we walk by around half a day, we'll be able to reach the next town. Receiving the map; that's presented by Runa-chan; I put it into my pocket. With this we should have somewhat known the way, the rest is... depending on how well we through it. "...nevertheless, this place sure has become quite refreshing, hasn't it?!" I say so, loud enough to be heard by the adventurers. "Ha?" "Wait, wait, you see, I do feel bad for the guild to be broken just after we especially repaired it, but to be such a wreck, on the contrary, in a way it does feel refreshing, doesn't it?! Honestly speaking, I do think this guild was oversized and also stinky, even the receptionist were of low level, so don't you think it actually deserves to be destroyed?" "Wha... you! Are you picking a fight?!" "Well, just look, even though you're such a little girl like and yet you've got such huge boobs? Mia-chan is definitely way better. Moreover you all; who get depressed simply by having your guild destroyed; in the end you're only amount that much, aren't you? Ahaha, as expected of a military country! Even if you're strong in fights, your mental is very weak!" At my word, Runa-chan; who's before me; her shoulders are trembling and she reveals an angry expression. Seems like the surrounding adventurers can also clearly hear all of it, and are staring dagger at me. Rishe-chan and Leila-chan are showing expressions that of a wonder, but they aren't saying anything. "Firstly the hero, and then that miko, seems like there's nothing but lowly scum in this country, huh. So it can't be helped if the guild was destroyed, right? Well, either way, simply having the guild destroyed, there's none but those who are feeling down and doing nothing, so I thought sooner or later something like this might happen." Let's just say anything as I pleased. Everyone here, just be angry if you want to, right now you're all nothing but sore losers who won't do anything even after I say that much. After all, even if your precious guild was destroyed, if you do nothing but feeling down, nothing would happen, right? If you want to be feeling down that much, then just sit there and feeling down for eternity. "Shut up!! As if you could understand it!!" Lulu-chan, shouts so. "Everyone here, they've been working and putting their life on the line here! You know, guild isn't just a place to take requets! This is the place where they return to after risking their life in their works! That's why, this is everyone's home! That's why, everyone here is family! If the family members dies everyone would be sad, if the family members succes everyone would congratulate them, that's how things work here... even if they don't know everything about the others, this is the place where they could spend time together! You who don't know anything, you have no right to say such a thing! Someone who isn't sad after losing his home, as if there'd be one here!!" Family, that's why they're sad. Guild is their home, guild is their family, that's if one is sad, everyone would be sad, if one is laughing, everyone would be laughing. This is the place that has forged such bond. That's why everyone is sad, feeling down, and angry. But, even after being told so, I still don't feel anything. In the end, even when they say they're family, they still are doing nothing, aren't they? By feeling down together, what will it bring about? By encouraging each other, will the guild be repaired? The guild was destroyed, but does that mean the bond's destroyed as well? If that's really the case... what a frail bond. "As if I'd understand. I just came here several days ago, you say family or whatnot but in the end you're just stranger to other, aren't you? And yet here you're doing nothing but licking each other's wounds and consoling each other because of that so called bond of yours, aren't you? After all, simply by losing the guild, all you do is nothing but feeling down, right? No one is working, no words of encouragement, and yet you get angry when I point it out. I should be the one who's angry here." "We have no time for such a thing! A person who's always foolishly laughing like you wouldn't ever understand it, the tears we shed will definitely become our support later someday! One after another, we'll definitely be able to stand straight up again! That's what we believe!" Runa-chan shouts so. These words posses a powerful energy as if a roar from a giant dragon, it's pointed at me, then reverberate toward the feeling down adventurers. And then, their hearts are shaken by those words. "That's right... that was exactly how we built this guild... this is our cherished place... fooling around with other adventurers, making a pass at li'l Miss Runa-chan and the other receptionists, getting scolded, entrusting our lives to our comrades... and the fools who'd welcome us when we return... I love such a guild!" "Yeah... me, too! What Runa-chan says are right, I also love this place!" Me too, me too, and so on, energy is returning to their eyes. As if agreeing to Runa-chan's words, the adventurers are standing up, and staring dagger at me, while holding their feelings toward the guild inside their heart. Family, well said, their bonds are surely as strong and as solid as family. "Then just move your ass already. In the end, is spouting such flowery words all you could do?" "!!" "Gu...!" Runa-chan grips her palm tight, and then launches it to my face. Perhaps it's thanks to my high resistance stat, not just it doesn't hurt, I also don't get blown away. It only makes me somewhat shaken. Also, thanks to "Demon-eye of foresight", I already knew that she'd hit me. Well, even without using it, I already knew that she'd definitely hit me, though. Nevertheless, her little fist sure is very painful. It doesn't hurt, but it's painful. "...don't you ever make fun of our bond...! Go away... if I see any longer, I might end up killing you...!" Runa-chan says so. Hearing that, I turn my back on her. There's already no door, but I leave through the location where the door used to be. Rishe-chan and Leila-chan are following behind me. I'm fully aware of the sharp gazes at my back, but I don't turn back. In the end, whether they'd be able to stand up again is simply depending on them, after all, all I need to do is to lit it up. Also, I've intended to leave this country, after all. "...are you sure, Kitsune? Saying something like that." "It's fine. Let's leave this country immediately." I answer so to Rishe-chan's inquiry. * * * After Kitsune and co. left, even while heavily breathing, Runa calmed herself down. Being told something as he pleased, she rebuked, but then she was told that in the end they were only amount that much. Anger was overflowing her to the point she wanted to kill him, but she was able to somehow restrain herself. "...are you okay, Runa-chan?" "...I'm fine, of course, I'm fine." Toward Runa who hung her head and placed her hand atop the table, one of the adventurers called out to her, but Runa firmly answered so. If she felt down here, it'd be just like what Kitsune just said. To triumph over Kitsune, she mustn't feel down here. Everyone was similarly sad because of the guild was destroyed, then with the bond that the refered it as family, they'd definitely meet her feeling expectation. Toward Runa's word, the adventurers'gazes were all gathered on her. "I... love this guild... that's why, please, I'll put up a request. Please help me rebuild the guild! As for the reward... currently I don't have that much of money, but... nonetheless!" "...the reward is, yours and the other receptionists' smiles." "Eh?" Runa raisd her head. And then, she could see adventurers; who were floating wide smile; were looking at her. They didn't need money. Rather than such a thing, the smiles of the family members were the best reward possible. Adventurers were usually working while putting their lifes on the line, but for the sake of their family, even such sweat work was as important. That was why, the option to refuse Runa's request was nonexistent from the very beginning. To rebuild their home, they'd lend however much power they had. That was why everyone was smiling, everything wasn't over yet. So that everyone could smile again, so that they could stay be family from there on, they'd restart it again there. "Please smile, Runa-chan! You're our ace, aren't you?" One of the adventurer said so while boldly smiling, he was also the adventurer who once called out to the depressed Kitsune. Understanding that all the adventurers were feeling the same as her, her heart felt warmer. That was why, she returned to her usual confidence self, she floated a lively yet cute smile that said she was the best, and said. "Thank you, everyone!" With Kitsune's word as the trigger, this guild was standing up, and starting to move on again.
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ใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพๅบŠใซๅฏใ‹ใ›ใฆใŠใใฎใฏๅฟใณใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆไธŠใ’ใ€ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใธๅฏใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚่‹ฆใ—ใใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใฏใ‚‚ใ†ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใฎๅบ—ใ‚‚้–‰ๅบ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ๅธฏ......ๅฝ“็„ถๅŒป่€…ใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใ†ๅ–ถๆฅญใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚็พไปฃใจ้•ใฃใฆใ‚ณใƒณใƒ“ใƒ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช24ๆ™‚้–“ๅ–ถๆฅญใฎๅบ—ใฏๅ…จใๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ใฎใŒใ€ใ“ใฎ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ ใ€‚ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๆ‰€ใฏๅคงไบบใ—ใๅฏใ‹ใ›ใฆใŠใใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ใ‹ใ€‚่‹ฆใ—ใใ†ใชใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฟใณใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ…......ใ†......!ใ€ ็—›ใฟใ‚’ๅ ชใˆใ‚‹ๅฃฐใฏ็—›ใ€…ใ—ใใ€ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่€ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’่ฉฆใ—ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๅคงไบบใ—ใๅฏใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ†......ใฏใ„......ใฃ......!ใ€ ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใ€ใใฃใจๆŽ›ใ‘ๅธƒๅ›ฃใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚็œ‹็—…ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็œ‹็—…ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ใ‚‚็„กใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไบบใฏๅƒ•ใซ็œ‹็—…ใ•ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ็—…ๆฐ—ใซ็ฝนใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‚‚ๆ”พ็ฝฎใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใฉใ†็œ‹็—…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้ ผใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฏใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆ—ฉใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฏใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๅพŒ็‰‡ไป˜ใ‘ใงๅฟ™ใ—ใ„ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’้ ผใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฟƒ่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใŠใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใช......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅๅŒป่€…ใซ่ฆ‹ใ›ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚้‡ใ„็—…ๆฐ—ใจใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ‚ƒใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅฟƒ้…ใใ†ใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€่‹ฆใ—ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใฎใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใฎๆจชใธใจ้™ใ‚ŠใŸใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ ฌใซๅฐใ•ใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฝ“ใฆใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎใพใพ้ ฌใจ้ ฌใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฟƒใชใ—ใ‹ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใŒ่‹ฅๅนฒๅ’Œใ‚‰ใ„ใ ๆง˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ้Œฏ่ฆšใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‚ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่‹ฆใ—ใฟใŒๅ’Œใ‚‰ใ„ใงใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใใฎใพใพไธ€็ท’ใซๅฏใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไธ€ใค้ ทใใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆจชใงๅŒใ˜ๆฏ›ๅธƒใ‚’่ขซใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๆค…ๅญใงๅฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใงๅฏใฆ็ชฎๅฑˆใชๆ€ใ„ใ‚’ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๅบงใฃใฆๅฏใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚“ใฆๆ—ฅๅธธ่Œถ้ฃฏไบ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใ˜ใ‚ƒๅƒ•ใฎๅฏๅบŠใฏๆค…ๅญใ‚’ไธฆในใฆๅบงๅธƒๅ›ฃใ‚’ๆ•ทใ„ใŸ็ฐกๆ˜“ๅธƒๅ›ฃใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“......?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซไธ‰ใคใ‚ใ‚‹ๆค…ๅญใ‚’ไธฆในใฆใ€ใใฎไธŠใซๅฏ่ปขใŒใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸ......ใจใ“ใ‚ใง้•ๅ’Œๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใใ†ใซใฏใชใ„ใ€ใ‹......ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏๆ„ใ‚’ๆฑบใ—ใฆๆ‰‰ใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใฃ......!ใ€ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ“ใซใฏ่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‘ใฐๅฑ้™บใชๆฐ—้…ใ‚‚ๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‰ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆ......ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ‰‰ใฎๅ‰ใซๆ‰‹็ด™ใ‚‰ใ—ใ็‰ฉใŒ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ€‚ๆ‹พใ„ไธŠใ’ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅณไธ‹ใฎๆ–นใซไฝ•ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ไบบใฎๅๅ‰ใŒๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ชญใ‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‰ใ‚ใ€ๅฐใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ไธญใซใฏๆ‰‹็ด™ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใ“ใซใฏใพใŸไฝ•ใ‹็”จไปถใŒๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่ชญใ‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ่ชญใ‚ใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ใ“ใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใŒใฉใ‚“ใช่ฆๆฑ‚ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชๅ†…ๅฎนใชใฎใ‹ใ€ๅ…จใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ–ญ็‰‡็š„ใซ่ชญใฟๅ–ใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ชญใฟใจใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏๅ˜่ชžไธ€ใคใ€ใ€Žๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ€ใฃใฆๅ˜่ชžใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚็œ‹ๆฟใจๅŒใ˜ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใŒๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใฎๅทฎๅ‡บไบบใฏ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ‹? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ“ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…็น‹ใŒใ‚Šใง็Ÿฅใ‚ŠๅˆใฃใŸไบบใจใ„ใˆใฐใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ€ใ‚ฐใƒชใƒ ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใŠใพใ‘ใงใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใจใ‹ใ„ใ†ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่จ€ใ„ๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ใ€‚ใฉใฎไบบใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใซๆ‰‹็ด™ใ‚’ๅฏ„่ถŠใ™็†็”ฑใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ๆ‰‹็ด™ใชใ‚“ใฆใพใฉใ‚ใฃใ“ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใชใ„ใงใƒŽใƒƒใ‚ฏใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ—ใ€ใใ†ใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ“ใฎๆ™‚้–“ๅธฏใ€ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใŒ้€šใ™ใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ๆฅใ„ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ‹ใชใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใพใงใ€ ไปŠใฎๆ™‚้–“ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏๅ–ถๆฅญใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅธธๆ™‚้–‹ๆ”พใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใฎ่จ“็ทดๅ ดใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใ“ใธๆฅใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆ‹›ๅพ…็Šถใฃใฆ่จณใ ใ€‚ ใพใๆŽจๆธฌใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰่ฌ็ฝชใฎๆ–‡็ซ ใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€่กŒใฃใฆ็ขบใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏใ€ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ......ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็œ‹ใฆใฆ้ ‚ๆˆดใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚ŒใฐไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๅฏใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹่กŒใใฎ? ็งใ‚‚......ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆ......ใใ†ใ ใญใ€็ฉบใŒ็™ฝใ‚“ใงใใฆใ‚‚ๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ่กŒใใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏ่€ƒใˆใฆใŠใในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅฟƒ้…ใใ†ใซๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ไบบๅทฎใ—ๆŒ‡ใงๆ’ซใงใฆใ€้ ญใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใŠ้ขใ‚’ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆž•ๅ…ƒใธ็ฝฎใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใŠ้ขใ‚’ๅฑ้™บใซๆ™’ใ™ใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใฃใฆ้ธๆŠž่‚ขใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใจไปŠๅบฆใฏ็›ดๆŽฅใ“ใฎๅฎฟใธไน—ใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‰‰ใฎๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ใฎๅฑ้™บใฎๆฐ—้…ใฏใ€ใใฃใจใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅธฐใฃใฆใใฆใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ—ใถใจใ•ใฏ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ่ตคใ„ๅคœใ‹ใ‚‰็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸ็”ทใ ใœ? โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฃใจๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไบบใฎๅงฟใฎ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„่ก—่ทฏใ‚’ๆญฉใใ€‚้›ปๆฐ—ใฎ็„กใ„ใ“ใฎ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใงใฏใ€ๅค–ใซๆผใ‚Œๅ‡บใ‚‹ใปใฉใฎ็ฏใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็ฒพใ€…็ซใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใŸ็ฏใ‚Šใง้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’็…งใ‚‰ใ™็จ‹ๅบฆใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅค–ใฏๅคœใซใชใ‚Œใฐ่–„ๆš—ใ„้“ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฎ่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใ•ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใธ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€่–„ๆš—ใใ€ไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใช้“ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎไปŠใฎๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ‚‚้–ขใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š......ๅซŒใช็ฉบๆฐ—ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ‚ใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใฏ่ชญใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ่กŒใฃใฆ่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใฏใใ‚Œใงใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ชญใพใ›ใฆๅ‘ผใณๅ‡บใ—ใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใฃใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‚่กŒใใจ่จ€ใฃใฆ่žใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๅฑ้™บใซใฏๆ™’ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็€ใ„ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญฉใ„ใŸๆ‰€ใงใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ™ฎๆฎตใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎๅ–ง้จ’ใฏ่žใ“ใˆใฆใ“ใšใ€ใŸใ ใฎๅทจๅคงใง้‡ใ€…ใ—ใ„็ฉบๆฐ—ใฎๅปบ็‰ฉใŒใ€ใใ“ใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆ€ๆกˆใ—ใฆใ€ๆ€ใ„ใฃใใ‚Šๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ๆ‚ฉใ‚“ใงใ„ใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚ๅคงไฝ“ใใ‚“ใชใซ็ขบ่จผใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่ฉฑใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ๆฐ—ๆฅฝใซ่กŒใใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ่ฃใธใจๅ›žใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็ฅˆใ‚Šใจใฏๅˆฅใซใ€่ƒธใ‚’ๅœง่ฟซใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๅซŒใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒๅ‰ฅใŒใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚่…นใฎไธญใงๆธฆๅทปใๆง˜ใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ไบˆๆ„ŸใŒๅคงใใใชใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€่จ“็ทดๅ ดใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใธใจ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ€่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’่จ“็ทดๅ ดใฎไธญๅฟƒใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏใ€้ป’้ซชใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅพŒใ‚ๅงฟใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅฐ‘ใ—้•ใ†ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใณๅ‡บใ™้ป’้ซชใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€ใจใ„ใˆใฐใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใ€ๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎ่‚ฉใŒใดใใ‚Šใจๅ‹•ใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ......ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚ŠใจๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆตใ‚Œใ‚‹้ป’้ซชใ€ ไบœ้บป่‰ฒใฎ็žณใ€ ไบบๆ‡ใฃใ“ใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใ€ ใใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆใ€็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใฎใซใ€ๅๅฏพใซๅƒ•ใฎ็œผใฏๅคงใใ่ฆ‹้–‹ใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใฎ็„กใ„ไบบ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ‘ใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใซใ„ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€ ใ ใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใช็ญˆใฏใ€ๅ˜˜ใ ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ€ๅ›ใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใ‚‹......!? ใ€Œใ—ใ€ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......?ใ€ ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚ŠใŒใ€ๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฎๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šๅƒ•ใซๆŒจๆ‹ถใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ็งใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่จ€ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็งใฏๅผทใ„ใ€ใ™ใฃใ”ใๅผทใ„ใ€‚ใŠใพใ‘ใซๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ€‚ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใ„ใŸ็”ทใŸใกใฏ็š†็งใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใฆๅฃใ€…ใซ่จ€ใ†ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ€้ซชใŒ็ถบ้บ—ใ€ๅ‡„ใ„ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†่žใ้ฃฝใใ‚‹ไฝใซ็งใ‚’็š†ใŒ่ค’ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–็งใซๅซŒใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ๅญใ‚‚ใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚่ชฟๅญใซไน—ใ‚‹ใชใฃใฆใญใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ไบบ้”ใฏ็ทใ˜ใฆใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆปใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚Œใฐ้ป™ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅผทใ„่€…ใŒๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šใ‚„ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ็งใฏๅผทใ„ไบบใŒๅฅฝใใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ไบบใŒๅฅฝใใ€็งใฎ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใซใ€ๆœŸๅพ…ใซใ€ๅฟœใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบใŒๅฅฝใใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚ŒใพใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่จ€ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็งใฏไบบใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆฌฒๆทฑใ„ใ€‚้ฃŸๆฌฒใ‚„็ก็œ ๆฌฒใ€็‹ฌๅ ๆฌฒใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใๆ€ง็š„ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใพใงใ€ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹้ขใงๆฌฒๆทฑใ„ใ€‚ๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใงใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ“ใจใฏ่ชฐใŒๅฆๅฎšใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ€‚ๅ”ฏๆˆ‘็‹ฌๅฐŠใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใง่ชฐใ‹ใŒ็งใซ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใ•ใ—ใใใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€็งใฏ็งใ‚’ๆฅฝใ—ใพใ›ใ‚‹็‚บใซไธ–็•ŒใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใฃใฆใใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†? ็งใฏใ€Žใใ†ใ„ใ†้ขจใซใ—ใ‹ใ€็”Ÿใใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใงๅผทใ„ไบบใจๆˆฆใฃใŸใ€‚ๆˆฆใฃใฆๆˆฆใฃใฆๆˆฆใฃใฆใ€ๆฎบใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚‚้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚‚ใ€้–ขไฟ‚็„กใๆฎบใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซ็งใฏ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฏใคใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซ่กŒใไบ‹ใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใใ“ใซใฏAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็›ธๅฝ“ใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใพใงใฏ็งใฎ่ถณใง3ๆ—ฅใจๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚็งใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจไธŠใ ใ€ๅ…จ้€ŸๅŠ›ใชใ‚‰้›‘้ญšใฎ็œผใซใ‚‚ๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ไฝ้€Ÿใๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€็งใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆใšใฃใจ่ตฐใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๆ–นๅ‘ใ ใ‘็คบใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใฐไธ€็›ด็ทšใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใง่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซ่ฟทใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ–นๅ‘้Ÿณ็—ดใช็งใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็œŸใฃใ™ใ่ตฐใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰่ฟทใ„ๆง˜ใŒใชใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎ่ฟ‘ใใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฃฎใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใฆใ€่ฟทใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฎŸใ‚’่จ€ใˆใฐใ€็งใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใฎไบบ้–“ใจใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้•ใฃใŸ็ง˜ๅฏ†ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฏไฝ•ใ‚‰ๅ•้กŒใชใ้Žใ”ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅคœใซใชใ‚‹ใจๅŠ‡็š„ใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซใ€‚ ใŸใ ใงใ•ใˆๅคงใใชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ„ใˆใฐ้ฃŸๆฌฒใจๆ€งๆฌฒใŒๅคงใใๅข—ๅคงใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€ๅบฆ็™บๆ•ฃใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใฏๅคœใงใ‚‚ไฝ•ใจใ‹ใชใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎๆ—ฅใฏ็งใ‚‚่‹›ใ€…ใจไธๆบ€ใง่‰ฒใ€…ๆบœใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆšด่ตฐใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆฃฎใฎไธญใงๆšดใ‚Œๅ›žใ‚Šใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใ€็”Ÿใฎใพใพ้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฃŸๆฌฒใฎๅข—ๅคงใจๆšด่ตฐๆ™‚ใฎ็ฒพ็ฅž็Šถๆ…‹ใŒใใ†ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ้ฃŸในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ€็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใฏๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹ใปใฉใฎๅฟซๆ„ŸใŒ็™บ็”Ÿใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ–‰ใ‚’้€šใ‚Š็‰ฉใŒ่ƒƒใซ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใจใ€่‚‰ใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚Š้ชจใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟ็ •ใๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒๅ…จ่บซใซใžใใžใใจๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ‚’้ฝŽใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้€”ไธญใงใ€ๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•็‹ใฎใŠ้ขใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ€ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏ็งใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅพŒใ‚ใซใ„ใŸใ—ใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใฏ็ด ไบบใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใพใใ€็†ๆ€งใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใใฎๆ™‚ใฎ็งใฏใ€ๅข—ๅคงใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใซๅพ“ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚’่ฅฒใฃใŸใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฎ่‚‰ใฏใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใจใฏๆฏ”ใน็‰ฉใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„็จ‹ใซ็พŽๅ‘ณใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่ฅฒใ‚ใชใ„็†็”ฑใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‘ณใŒใชใใ€่‚‰ใฎๅฐ‘ใชใ„่™ซใฏ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใฎใงๆœฌ่ƒฝใซๅพ“ใฃใฆๆœ€ๅˆใซๅฉใ„ใฆใ€ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซๅฝผใ‚’่ฅฒใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏ็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๆ€ฏใˆใ€้€ƒใ’ใŸใ€‚ๅฝ“็„ถใฎๅๅฟœใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๆŠ˜่ง’ใฎ้คŒใ‚’ๅ‰ใซ้€ƒใ’ใ™ใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝ“็„ถ่ฟฝใ†ใ€‚ ้ข็™ฝใ„ใ€ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆฌ ็‰‡็จ‹ใซ่˜‡ใฃใŸ็†ๆ€งใ‚’ๅƒใ‹ใ›ใฆ็งใฏๅฝผใ‚’่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ฐกๅ˜ใซใฏๆฎบใ•ใšใ€ใพใ ไฝ•ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆœŸๅพ…ใ‚’ๆŒใกใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏ็งใซใ€ใ€Žๆšด่ตฐๆ™‚ใฎ็งใ€ใซๅพฎใ‹ใจใฏใ„ใˆๅ‚ทใ‚’่ฒ ใ‚ใ›ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใŸใพใŸใพใ€ๅถ็„ถใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅถ็„ถใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผใฎๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒ็งใฎไบŒใฎ่…•ใ‚’ๆŽ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ€่ก€ใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใใฉใใจใ€ๅฟƒ่‡“ใŒ้ซ˜้ณดใ‚‹.........! โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ™ใฃใ”ใใ€่ˆˆๅฅฎใ™ใ‚‹!! ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‘ใฐใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆ‰‹ๅŠ ๆธ›็„กใ็งใฏๅฝผใ‚’่นดใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่ก€ใŒๆฒธ้จฐใ™ใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใซ็†ฑใใชใฃใฆใ€ๅ ชใˆๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใชใ„็จ‹ใซๆฌฒๆœ›ใŒ่†จใ‚ŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸ! ่บซไฝ“ใฎๅ†…ๅดใซใ‚ใ‚‹ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ็ท ใ‚ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใปใฉใซ่‹ฆใ—ใใชใฃใฆใ€ไธ‹่…น้ƒจใŒใใ‚…ใ‚“ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใจ็–ผใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่บซไฝ“ใฎ็†ฑใŒใใฎใพใพๅๆฏใ‚’็†ฑใใ—ใฆใ€็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็จ‹่บซไฝ“ใŒ็–ผใใ€‚ๅฃใฏ่‡ช็„ถใจใซใธใ‚‰ใ€ใจใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ้–‹ใ„ใฆใ€ๅฃ็ซฏใ‹ใ‚‰ๆถŽใŒๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็ซใŒๅ™ดใใใ†ใชใปใฉ้ก”ใŒ่ตคใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ไธ–็•ŒใŒ่ตคใๆŸ“ใพใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚......้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ้ง„็›ฎใ ............้ง„็›ฎใซใชใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„โ€•โ€•โ€• โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆœ€้ซ˜ใซใ€ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ„ใ„.........ๅฟซใƒƒๆ„Ÿ......! ๆ‰“ใกไธŠใ’ใŸๅฝผใŒใ€่ฝใกใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅพฎใ‹ใชๆ„่ญ˜ใฎไธญใงใ€ๅฝผใŒ็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใŒใ€็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸ! ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใง็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ้›ปๆ’ƒใŒ่ตฐใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใพใงใซใชใ„ๅฟซๆ„ŸใŒ็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ฅฒใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ…จ่บซใŒๅ–œใ‚“ใงใ‚‹! ่ก€ใŒๆฒธ้จฐใ—ใใ†! ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ„ใ„......! ็ตถ้ ‚ใ€ใ ......!! ใใ—ใ‚ƒใ€ใจใ„ใ†้Ÿณใจๅ…ฑใซๅฝผใŒๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใกใŸใ€‚ๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใ ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฝใกใฆใพใ ๆญปใชใชใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใคใใฅใไบˆๆƒณใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็งใฏใใฎๆ™‚ใซๆ€ใฃใŸใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๆ‹็„ฆใŒใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ ใจใ€‚็งใฏใ“ใฎๅฝผใซๆ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ถบ้บ—ใช็žณ......! ๅฅฝใใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใ€ๅฅฝใใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€ๅ‡„ใๅ‡„ใๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰้ ‚ๆˆด? ใใฎ็ถบ้บ—ใช็œผใ‚’ใ€็งใซ้ ‚ๆˆด? ใ„ใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ‚ใฏใฃโ˜†ใ€ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฃใŒใใ†่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ดกใ„ใ ็žฌ้–“ใ€ใใฃใจ็งใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใฏๆญฃๅธธใซๆˆปใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใ€ๆšด่ตฐใ—ใฆใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใ†็งใฏๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ็†ฑใ„ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏๅฝผใฎ็žณใซใใกใ‚…ใ‚Šใ€ใจๆŒ‡ใ‚’็ชใ็ซ‹ใฆใŸใ€‚ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใใฆใ€็†ฑใ„ๆ„Ÿ่งฆใŒๆŒ‡ใ‹ใ‚‰ไผใ‚ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใใซใถใกใ‚…ใฃใจ็œผ็ƒใŒๆฝฐใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ่ก€ใŒใ„ใฃใฑใ„ๅ™ดใๅ‡บใฆใ€็งใฎ้ก”ใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๆฑšใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€ใพใŸ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅŒ…ใฟใ“ใ‚€ๆง˜ใชๅฟซๆ„ŸใซๅŒ…ใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒใณใใ‚“ใจ้œ‡ใˆใฆใ€ๅๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ•ใ‹ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใพใ ๆญปใชใชใ„ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ไปŠๅบฆใ“ใๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ้ฉšใใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅฝผใฎ็œผ็ƒใ‚’ใšใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจๅผ•ใๅ‡บใ—ใฆ......ใ˜ใฃใใ‚Šใจๅ‘ณใ‚ใ†ใ€‚่ก€ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ๅ–ใฃใฆใ€็œผ็ƒใ‚’้ฃด็Ž‰ใฎๆง˜ใซๅฃใฎไธญใง่ปขใŒใ™ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ•ใฃใใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจใšใฃใจๅผทใ„ๅฟซๆ„ŸใŒ็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ่ตฐใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚“ใ‚“ใ‚“ใ‚“ใƒƒใƒƒใƒƒ......!!ใ€ ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ็ท ใ‚ใฆใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๅ ชใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฐใ„ใ€้ก”ใŒๆญชใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ใใฃใจ็งไปŠใ™ใฃใ”ใใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ„้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆถŽใŒๅž‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅฝผใฎ็œผ็ƒใฎ็„กใใชใฃใŸ็œผใฎ็ฉดใซ่ฝใกใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใพใŸๅฟซๆ„ŸใŒ่ตฐใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€็œผ็ƒใŒ่ˆŒใฎไธŠใ‚’่ปขใŒใ‚‹ๅบฆใซใณใใณใใจไธ‹่…น้ƒจใŒ็–ผใใ€‚ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ‚‚ใฃใจ! ใ€Œใ‚“ใธใ‡......ใ‚ใฏใ€ใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใตใต......!ใ€ ้ง„็›ฎใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠ่ฒดๆ–นใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใŸใ‚‰ใ€็งใŒ้ง„็›ฎใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ€‚ๅฟซๆ„Ÿใฎ่™œใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ€‚็œผ็ƒใ ใ‘ใงใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใพใ ๅฝผใฏๅผฑใ„ใ€ไธ€่ˆฌไบบใฎๆฌ ็‰‡็จ‹ใ‚‚ๅผทใใชใ„ใ€‚้ŽๅŽปๆœ€ๅผฑใฎไบบ้–“ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใพใŸ้ฃŸในใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ่…ฐใŒ็ •ใ‘ใฆใ€ไธŠๆ‰‹ใๆญฉใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจใ€็งใฏใใฎๅ ดใ‚’ๅŽปใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฃใฎไธญใง็œผ็ƒใ‚’่ปขใŒใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆถŽใ‚’ๅœฐ้ขใซๆŸ“ใฟ่พผใพใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใ€็งใฎๅˆๆ‹ใฎไบบใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใ€ๅฅฝใใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ€็งใฏๆฃฎใฎไธญใงๅฟซๆ„Ÿใซๆ‚ถใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฃใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰็œผ็ƒใŒๆถˆใˆใ‚‹ใพใงๅฝทๅพจใ„็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€้€šๅธธ้€šใ‚Šๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸ้ ƒใ€็งใฏๅทฆ็œผใซใฝใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ตค้ป’ใ„็ฉดใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸๅฐ‘ๅนดใจใ€ๅ†ไผšใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ€ๅๅ‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใญใ€‚ใˆใƒผใจใ€็ขบใ‹ใ‚ใฎ่™ซใŒ่ฒดๆ–นใ‚’ใ“ใ†ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใŸใฃใ‘ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่ฒดๆ–นใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ ใญ! ๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆ!ใ€ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‚ˆใญ? ใพใŸไผšใˆใฆๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€็งใซใ‚ใใ“ใพใงใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆๅฐšใ€ใใ‚“ใช่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใพใŸไบˆๆƒณใ‚’่ถŠใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚ใ†ใตใตใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซ้ข็™ฝใ„ไบบใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ‡„ใ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใชๅŒ‚ใ„ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใญใ€่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใ†่ƒธใŒใใ‚…ใ‚“ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใ—ใฆใ€ไธ‹่…น้ƒจใŒใ˜ใ‚…ใ‚“ใจ็–ผใใ€‚้ก”ใซๅ‡บใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ€ใ™ใฃใ”ใๅคงๅค‰ใ ใ‘ใฉ้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€่ฒดๆ–นใซใ‚‚็งใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚็งใฎๅ‘ณใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ ้€ƒใŒใ•ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€็งใฎๅคงๅฅฝใใชไบบใ€‚ไธ€็”Ÿๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ ใฃใฆ็งใŒ่ฒดๆ–นใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“......ใ†ใ†ใ‚“ใ€่™ซใจๅŒใ˜ๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใชใ‚“ใฆ้ง„็›ฎใ ใญใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚
After dividing the reward into two for me and Rishe-chan, we return to our respective room. By the way, I already give no damn about Leila-chan, I can't forgive her for calling Finia-chan as bug, but worrying about such a thing too much isn't that good for health. If she wants to properly call Finia-chan by her name then we could reconcile again. Then, right now it's night already. Just a while more is the time when the majority of people start to sleep. Lying on the bed, looking at Finia-chan and Lulu-chan who are chatting enjoyably, I start thinking about what have happened and what to do from now on. Thinking about what would we do form now on, to be honest, if Leila-chan is really a native from Grandile Kingdom, I'll be glad to have her guides us there, but.... Having such a thing happened, I lost my interest to ask her. Nonetheless, there're Finia-chan and Rishe-chan after all, so it isn't like I want to ask her by all mean or anything, though. "Kitsune-sama...." "Hmm, what's up Lulu-chan?" "You see, Lulu-chan said her joints are aching... is she alright?" "Eh?" That's a sudden, but Lulu-chan's state is indeed kinda strange. Floating an anguished expression, she sits on the floor while hugging her own body. It seems it's hard for her to even says a word... could it be that's some kind of illness? In any case, I can't just let her lying on the floor as it is. Lifting Lulu-chan with both of my hands, I lay her down on the bed. She looks in a great pain, but right now almost all shop are closed already.... Of course doctor also not the exception. Different than my former world, there's no shop that opens 24/7 like convenience store, this damn different world. For today we have no choice but to just let her quietly lying down on the bed, shit. It hurts me to see Lulu-chan in anguish, but it can't be helped. "Kuu....u....!" Her voice when she endures the pain sounds so painful, she looks very pitiful, but when she really can't endure it anymore then let's try utilizing Finia-chan's recovery magic. "Lulu-chan.... Sorry but for today, I could only let you quietly sleep here." "Uu...yes.....!" Patting her head, I gently cover her with blanket. Even if I want to nurse her, I have no experience ever nursed nor being nursed by someone. My mother-like existence never nursed me, even when I was sick she would just leave me alone, after all. That's why I don't know how to nurse Lulu-chan. Perhaps I could ask Rishe-chan for help, but she was a fast sleeper so perhaps she's already sleeping, it also would be hard to ask Ayla-san who is busy tidying the hall. I'm sure it's painful, but for today I could only ask her to endure it. "Kitsune-san, is Lulu-chan alright?" "...I don't know, let's take her to a doctor tomorrow. I hope it isn't a serious illness, though...." Finia-chan also worriedly looking at Lulu-chan. And then, looking at Lulu-chan who is lying with painful expression, she puts her tiny hands at Lulu-chan's cheek. And then she touch her face with hers. Somehow, Lulu-chan's expression looks a bit softened. It might be just a slight, but if her anguish would be lessened by having Finia-chan besides her, I want Finia-chan to stay together with her. "Finia-chan, for today please sleep together with her like that." "Yes... I got it." Finia-chan nods once, and wraps at the same blanket with Lulu-chans. Let's sleep at the chair. Since if I sleep at the bed then it would be very cramped, after all. Sleeping at chair was already a daily occurrence for me. At my former world, my bed was simply a line up of some chairs with zabuton atop it after all. "Hmm...?" When I line up the three chairs inside the room and trying to lie down there.... I suddenly feel an uneasy feeling. I don't want to wake Finia-chan nor Lulu-chan up. But it seems like it won't go away anytime soon, shit... it can't be helped. Resolving myself, I approach the door. And then, I slowly open the door. "--...!" But there's no one there. Without I noticed it the dangerous presence has also disappeared. When I incline my head and intending to close the door... I notice something. That there's a letter-like thing dropped before the door. When I pick it up, it seems like the sender's name was written at the lower right area of the letter. I can't read it, though. Closing the door, I open the seal. There's a letter inside it, and there's also something written there. I can't read it, though. Since I can't read it, what kind of demand and what's the matter written there, I don't understand any of it, but there's something I'm able to read at it. Even if I say so, the only word I can read is, "adventurer guild", that one and only word. Since it's a same character with the one at the signboard, after all. So that means, the sender of this letter is... Leila-chan? Since there's no means for Rishe-chan doing something like this after all, and the people related to guild that I know are Mia-chan, the blue haired receptionist girl, grim-san, and also that one who once wooed Mia-chan. Any of them, has no reason to sends a letter to me. To begin with, rather than using a dull way like leaving a letter, she could just knocked the door after all, even if that isn't the case, at this period of time, I can't think that Ayla-san was the one who sent it. "...perhaps it's something like 'come' or so, right? To the guild." At this hours, the guild is already out of business. The only one still open is that training ground that is open 24/7. Therefore, it's an invitation to come there. Well that's what I got from my conjecture, but perhaps it's a letter of apologize, though, but going there just to ascertain it is, alright, isn't it? "...Finia-chan." "Hmm? ...What's up, Kitsune-san?" "Please take care of Lulu-chan. If possible, I want you to don't sleep tonight." "That's fine, but... are you going somewhere? Then I'll also...." "No, I'm alright... let's see, if I don't return even after the sky is brightening, please go to the guild." Perhaps, something perhaps might happens, after all. I'm indeed intending to return, but I can't just ignore such probability, right? Gently caressing Finia-chan's head, who is looking at me worriedly, with my index finger, I put off and leave my fox mask beside Lulu-chan's pillow. If that 'perhaps' thing really happens, I shouldn't expose it to danger, after all. I have the option to not going there, but if I do that, I feel like at the next time she might directly rush at this inn, after all. The dangerous presence that I felt outside the door before, I think it sure wasn't something like that, right? "Well then, I'm going for a bit. I'll leave Lulu-chan to you, okay?" "...yes, you must properly return, okay?" "Ahaha, you understand my sturdiness already, don't you? I'm the one who once survived from that 'red night', you know? --So I'll surely return." Saying so, I leave the room. And then I leave the inn, when I walk at the street I can't see any other figure aside than me. At this world that has no electricity, the outside sure is very dark that even might make me leak. At most, there's only light come from fire that are used to bright up their house. That's why, when the night come, outside become a very dim street. A dim and eerie street that even makes me wonder just where does the liveliness at day goes to. Perhaps it might also affect my current mood, but nevertheless, as I thought.... It's an unpleasant air. ".... I hope there's nothing, though." Since I can't read that letter, if there was no one at the guild when I arrived there, there was also good in a sense. If I let Finia-chan to read the letter, I'm sure she would persist to come along with me, but I shouldn't expose her to danger. "...I've arrived." And then, after I walked for a while I finally arrived at the guild. There's no usual hustle from adventurers, there's just a great building with a grave atmosphere, then I enter it. I resolve myself for a bit, and breathing out as far as I can. There's no use to keep worrying about it. Or rather, I have no concrete proof about it, so let's just take it easy. While thinking so, I walk toward the underground guild area. While hoping that there's no one there, while praying that there's no danger there, I continuously take a single step. But, on the contrary with my wish, I can't dispel the unpleasant feeling that is pressing my chest. A bad premonition is greatly rumbling inside my stomach like a whirl. And then, when I arrive at the entrance of the training ground, my sight focused at the center of it. At that place, a black haired girl is there. The appearance is somewhat different from Leila-chan, but a black haired girl that might summon me, there's none other than Leila-chan. I approach her a bit, and call her. "Leila-chan...?" When I do so, the girl's shoulders twitched. And then... she slowly turning back. Long black hair, Flaxen eyes, Amiable smile, That girl faces toward me, and smiling at me. But, on the contrary my eyes are widely open. That's because, that girl is a not supposed to be here person, after all. That means, she isn't an existence that should be here, After all, such a thing is, no way, why, why are you here...!? "Shi, ori-chan....?" That girl is-- Shinozaki Shiori is, floating a sunflower-like smile, and greets me the way she always did. * * * My name is Leila Vermilion, I came from Grandile Kingdom, a C rank adventurer. It wasn't something supposed to be said by myself, but I was strong, very strong. Moreover I was cute. Every men around me were saying so, cute, my hair was pretty, amazing, everyone would praised me that even made me bored to hearing it again and again. Of course there were also someone who tried to do something bad at me. 'Don't get too cocky' or so they said. But such people were generally would shut up immediately after I screwed them a bit. Since that was a country that prioritizing the strong, my live was quite an easy one, though. I liked a strong person, I liked an interesting person, I liked the person that could fulfilled my interest and expectation. It also wasn't something supposed to be said myself, but I was much greedier than average person. Whether it appetite or sleep craving, I want to monopolize all of it, even my sexual desire, I was greedy at everything. If I wanted something then I would do anything to obtain it, if I wanted to do something then I would do it no matter if anyone objected me. Self-conceit, someone gave me such word at Grandile Kingdom, but that was precisely right, I thought this world existed solely to entertain me. After all, that was indeed the case, right? Since I couldn't live aside 'that way', after all. That was why, I fought against many strong persons at Grandile Kingdom. Fight fight fight and fight, killing killing killing and keep killing. Whether it magical beast or demon, I unanimously killed them. After doing that for some time, there was a thought crossed at my mind, that this country is boring. Everyone were weak, after all, when I screwed them for a bit they would immediately gave up, and hung their heads on me. That was so boring, entertain me more, you could do that much, didn't you? Hang on a bit more, do something more, telling a not interesting praise was, I didn't need it. That's why I decided to left Grandile Kingdom. Since I heard there was a knight leader equaling an A rank adventurer, after all. Moreover going from Grandile till Miniera won't even took three days with my legs. Even if I was just a C rank, my prowess was far above it, after all, if I went on my full speed I was sure I'd be able to ran at a speed that won't be able to be followed by weaklings' eyes. And then, I kept running ever since I left Grandile Kingdom. As long as I know the direction I'd just need to run at a straight line, so of course I won't ever lost. Even if I had no sense of direction, if I just need to run straight directly then I won't ever lost, after all. And then when I arrived at a forest near Miniera, I was lost. To tell you the truth, I had a slight different kind of secret from any other human. At day I could pass it without any problem, but at night there would be a great transformation at me, mentally. My desires would increased further, if I should say it, my appetite and sexual desire would greatly increased. When I vented it out once then I should be able to endured it for some following night, but at the day where my dissatisfaction and irritation were piled up, --my desire would go rampaging. Rampaging inside the forest, I killing any magical beasts I met and ate it raw. That was the extent of my appetite when it went rampage. And then when I ate, there would be a pleasure outbreak than even would made my body trembling. The feeling of the food when it slid at my throat, the sensation of biting its meat and crushing its bones would brought a great pleasure to my whole body. And then, on the way, I met him. --a man that attached a fox mask, and taking along a fairy (bug). They didn't notice me. I was at their rear, and perhaps they were just amateurs at fighting. Thinking so, I thought that was because my conscious had returned a bit, though. At that time, I attacked him because of my rampaging appetite. Since human flesh was, way tastier than magical beast or demon's flesh, so I didn't have any reason to not attacking him. Bug had a scarce meat and it was also bland so I instinctively knocked it down first, and then immediately attacked him. Seeing me he was scared and ran away. That was a natural reaction. But since there was already a prey before me so I couldn't just let it went away, wasn't it? So of course I chased him. In doing so, suddenly fear disappeared from his expression. Furthermore, he gave "fear" to the me at my rampaging time. And then at that time, my conscious slightly returned. Interesting, or so I thought. I was interested at him. That was why, operating the fragment of my consciousness I cornered him. I won't killed him quickly, while expecting he might doing something again, I kept cornering him. And then, surprisingly, he gave "the me at my rampaging time" an injury, even if it was just a slight one. By chance, coincidence, that's was really just a coincidence but his knife indeed grazed my upper arm. Just a bit, my blood shed. Pounding, my heart was throbbing faster....! --I was very, excited!! Without I noticed it I kicked him without holding back. Getting my body hot till my blood might boiling, my desire increased to the point I couldn't endure it anymore! There was something that pressed and strained me inside, my abdomen was throbbing strongly. My hot body made my breath hot too, my body was throbbing to the point I almost couldn't even stood properly. My mouth was naturally smiling, slovenly opened, droll was overflowing from the depth of my mouth. I was aware that my face was so red to the point I might even breathed out fire, my worlds was dyed in red. Aah... no good, this is no good..... I might become hopeless.... --it was a very, good feeling.... A great pleasure...! He who was kicked was, falling down. With his faint consciousness, he looked at me. He was, looking at me! With just that there was a blitz ran through my whole body. A pleasure I never felt before was attacking my body. My whole body was delighted! My blood was boiling! But, it felt good...! I couldn't hold it anymore...! *gusha*, he fallen to the ground with such sound. Looking at him who wasn't moved, I thought he was dead, but he was still alive. To not die even after fallen from such height, he completely surpassed my expectation. At that time I thought that that was what the so called love. I thought I fallen in love with him. I approached him, I looked at his face. Unexpectedly it was a cute face. Such part was also matched my preference, even if that wasn't the case, the me at that time would surely saw it as a very lovely face. And then, not just fallen in love with him... I thought I wanted to eat him. This was love, the like feeling, the reason I ate you was, because I loved you, you know? "What a pretty eyes...! I Like it, I love it, I very like it, I very love it, that's why give it to me. That pretty eyes of yours, gave it to me. No problem, right? Since I love it that much, after all. So no problem, right? Aha." At the time such words came out form my mouth, I was sure my consciousness had returned to normal. But that was irrelevant, even if I wasn't at my rampaging time anymore, I couldn't stop myself. Exhaling a hot breath, I pointed my hand at his eyes, and then thrust it with my finger. Its soft and hot sensation spread from my finger. The eyeball immediately crushed. Bloods were sprouting out, and spurted at my face. But I didn't think it as a stain, I could feel your soul, my body was wrapped by a great pleasure again. His body was twitching a bit, he reacted. Unexpectedly, to even hadn't dead even at that state, that was very surprising. And then I pulled out his eye... then I carefully tasted it. Licking the blood, it felt like there's candy rolling from my tongue till my stomach. And then, a much stronger pleasure than before was spreading at my whole body. "Hnnnnnn....!!" Hugging my own body, I desperately endured that pleasure. No good, I aware that my face was slanted, I was sure I made a very slovenly expression. My droll was dripping, it dripped into his eyes that eyeball had disappeared. With just that, pleasure ran through my whole body. Moreover, his eyeball was throbbing when it rolled at my tongue. I wanted to throb more, more, give me more! "Nhehe... aha, ahaha, ufufufufu....!" No good, if I ate you again, I'd became hopeless. I'll became a victim of pleasure. Since only his eyeball was already this tasty, after all, moreover, he was still weak, he was not even stronger than a normal person. The weakest human. When you became far more stronger, I'll came and eat you again. Lost my strength, I couldn't walk properly. Unsteadily, I left that place. While rolling around the eyeball inside my mouth, while letting my droll soaking the ground, I walked toward Miniera. Ufu, ufufu, I loved him, he was my first love, I loved him, I very loved him, ufufufu. And then one week after that, inside the forest while still in anguish of pleasure, ever since the eyeball still at my mouth till it had disappeared I was still lost. And then, then I just randomly walked as usual, I met again with the youth that had a gaping dark red hole at this left eye. Come to think of it, I hadn't asked his name, huh. Umm, if I remembered it correctly, at that time that bug called you as such, right? "Could it be you're Kitsune-san! Nice to meet you!" Kitsune-san, you were called so, right? I was really glad to met you again, even after got beating by me that much, to floated such faint smile, he surpassed my expectation again. Ufufufu, I was happy, I was happy, such an interesting person, it was my first time met one. Moreover, I sensed a very tasty fragrant from him. He must had become much stronger than at that time, right? With just your fragrant, my body was pounding already, and my stomach was throbbing. To made it as if we never met before, that was very hard but I did my best, since I wanted you to also know me, after all. Since I wanted you to also tasted me, after all. I won't ever let him away, after all, the person I liked. My first love, I wanted to eat him at his full delicacy. You were also happy, weren't you? Since I loved you that much, after all. Kitsune-san... hmm, I mustn't called you the same way that bug did. Kitsune-kun, I love you.
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ๆ€’ใ‚Šใ€ใใ—ใฆ ใ€Œใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใใคใญๅ…ˆ่ผฉใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใฎๅพŒใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰‰ใ‚’ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใŒ้–‹ใ‘ใฆๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใ€ไธญใซๅฑ…ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๅ…จๅ“ก็œผใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใ„ใฆๆญฆๅ™จใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅฐ่ฑกๆทฑใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅˆฅใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใงๆฎดใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใฎๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸๅทซๅฅณๅงฟใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใญใ€‚ ใงใ€ไปŠใฏใใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅˆ†ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰็™ป้Œฒใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใใฎ้–“ใซ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใง็พๅœจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใ€ๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ—จใ‚’ไผใˆใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ๅŒใ˜ๅขƒ้‡ใฎๅ›ใŒใ“ใฃใกใซๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใฎใ“ใจใจใ‹ใ€ๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใฎใƒ’ใƒณใƒˆใจใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใชใใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......ไฟบใŒใ“ใฃใกใซๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใฏไธ€็žฌใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ......ไธ‹ๆ กไธญใซๅ…‰ใซๅŒ…ใพใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ“ใฃใกใซๆฅใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐไฟบใ‚’ๅฌๅ–šใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซไบบไธ€ไบบใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ไปฃๅ„Ÿใซใ—ใŸใฃใฆ่žใ„ใŸใช......ใ€ ใ€Œไบบใ€ไธ€ไบบๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝ?ใ€ ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆˆปใ‚‹็‚บใซใ‚‚ไบบไธ€ไบบๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ไปฃๅ„Ÿใซใ—ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰้ขๅ€’ใ ใชใใ€ใใฎ่พบใฎไบบใ‚’็”Ÿ่ด„ใซใ—ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซๆฐ—ใŒใคใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ“ใฃใกๆฅใฆใŸใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆๅ…จ็„ถๅ‚่€ƒใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใฏใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไป–ใซใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“......ใ‚“ใƒผ......ๆ‚ชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฏๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใฆใใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฟบใฏใ“ใฃใกใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจ่จ“็ทด็ถšใใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸไบ‹ใ‚‚่ชฟในใฆใชใ„ใ—ใ€ ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„่จณใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใฏๆœฌๆ ผ็š„ใซๅฝน็ซ‹ใŸใšใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ“ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฃใฆไบ‹ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซๆฅใŸๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒๅ…จใใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผใ‚’ๅฌๅ–šใ™ใ‚‹่ก“ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸ็Ž‹ๅฎถใฎไบบ้–“ใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ€ชใ—ใ„ใชใ€‚ใพใš็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็ŸฅใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใจใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใ‚’็น‹ใๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใจๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใŒๅคšใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใฎใƒ‡ใ‚ซใ‚คๅŸŽใฎไธญใซใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸไบ‹ใŒ่จ˜่ผ‰ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ›ธ็‰ฉใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใชใ€‚ใจใชใ‚‹ใจๅŸŽใธใจๅฟใณใ“ใพใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใใชใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ......้–€็•ชใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้›ฃใ—ใใ†ใ ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฃใกใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚่ณชๅ•ใ—ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ…ˆ่ผฉใฏไปŠใพใงไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ? ไฟบใฟใŸใ„ใซๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚?ใ€ ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใซๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใฆใฌใใฌใใจๅ„ช้‡ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ่ฆšใˆใฏใชใ„ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏ้ญ”็ฃใฎ่”“ๅปถใ‚‹ๆฃฎใฎไธญใง็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใฎใซๅฟ…ๆญปใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚นใƒšใƒƒใ‚ฏใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ€่ˆฌ็”ทๅญ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿใฎใพใพใ ใ—ใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆญปใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ‚ˆ......็™ฝ็†Šใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใฎ็‹ผใฏๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅทจๅคงใช่œ˜่››ใฏๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆŒ™ๅฅใฎๆžœใฆใซใฏใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ—......ใ“ใฎๅพ…้‡ใฎๅทฎใฏใšใ‚‹ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใชใใ€ ใ‚ธใƒˆใƒƒใจใ—ใŸ็œผใงๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’็จใ‚€ใจใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅ‘‘ใ‚“ใ ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐๆ‚ชใใ†ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใจ้•ใ„้ŽใŽใ‚‹ๅขƒ้‡ใซ็ฝชๆ‚ชๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„ŸใŒๅผทใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใฃใจใใ†ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ›ใจๅƒ•ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒๅˆๆœŸใ‚นใƒšใƒƒใ‚ฏ่‡ชไฝ“ใŒ้•ใ†ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:่Šนๆฒขๅ‡ช ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv60 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:8740 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:9500 ่€ๆ€ง:310:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:6800 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:2600 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv6ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv4ใ€ใ€ŽไฟŠ่ถณใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๆ“ไฝœLv3ใ€ใ€Žๅคฉ่ณฆใฎๆ‰ใ€ใ€Ž็›ดๆ„ŸLv2ใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซ(ไบบ้–“) โ—‡ ๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ‹ใ“ใ„ใคใ€‚Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใ‚‚ๅฑŠใๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏไธ‹ใชใฎใซใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใ‚’ๅคงใใไธŠๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่€ๆ€งใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใŒไธŠใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›้ซ˜ใ™ใŽใงใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่…น็ซ‹ใคใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ใงใ‚‚......ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฃใฆAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใ ใ‚? ่‰ฏใ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใชใ€ใใคใญๅ…ˆ่ผฉใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใพใ......่‰ฒใ€…ใ‚ใฃใฆใญ......ๅทฆ็œผใฏๅ–ฐใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใชใฃใŸใ€ ๅฎŸใฏไปŠๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใจใฏ่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ€Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๆ‰‹ใฎไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใฏใใฎ่ฉฑใฏใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎๆ‰€ๅƒ•้”ไปฅๅค–ใฏ็š†Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹่จณใ ใ€‚ใพใใ“ใ‚Œใฏ่จ€ใ†ในใใ“ใจใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€้ป™ใฃใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆนงใ„ใŸๆง˜ใซ่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏ......่ฆ‹ใŸใฎใ‹? ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎๅงฟ......ใ€ ใ€Œ่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใง่ฆ†ใ‚ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎไธญใง่ตคใ„็žณใ ใ‘ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€็†ๆ€งใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€่ฉฑใฏ้€šใ˜ใชใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‘ใ€็ตๆง‹่ฉณใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฒใ€…ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๆ–ญ่จ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใปใฉๅฝผๅฅณใซใคใ„ใฆ่ฉณใ—ใ„ไบบ้–“ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ€็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใˆใ€ใฉใ†ใž......ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚ซใƒผใƒ‰ใงใ™ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซๅทซๅฅณๆœใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๆฅใŸใ—ใ€ใ•ใฃใ่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎPTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฃใฆๅญใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€่ฉฑ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ใพใ ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹ใ€้•ทใ„ใญ!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใพใŸใ‚‚ใŠ้ขใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅพ…ใกๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใšๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ€‚ใพใใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้š ใ—ใฆใŠใ็†็”ฑใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€็ชฎๅฑˆใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใŠ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๅบงใ‚‰ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ…ˆ่ผฉ......ใใฎๅญใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎไปฒ้–“ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใพใ•ใ‹......ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใŒใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ็œผใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็ดนไป‹ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸ่จณใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้šฃใซๅฑ…ใŸๅทซๅฅณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจ้ฉšใ„ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใงใใ†ๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใƒใƒฌใŸใ‚‰ๅคง้จ’ใŽใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐๅฃฐใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใพใใŠ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ—ใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใƒใƒฌใƒใƒฌใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใพใใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใช......ๅ‡„ใ„......!ใ€ ่‚ฏๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ›ดใซ็œผใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆๅฃใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใงๆŠ‘ใˆใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏ็ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ—ใ€ๅ‡บไผšใˆใŸใ“ใจไบ‹ๆ…‹ใŒใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ญใƒผใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€่ฉฑใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใŒๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฃใฆไฝ•ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใจ......็ฐกๅ˜ใซ่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใซใฏๅคงใใๅˆ†ใ‘ใฆ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใจๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎ2็จฎ้กžๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ๆ•ฐๅไฝ“ใ—ใ‹็ขบ่ชๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„้žๅธธใซ็ใ—ใ„็จฎ้กžใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใชใฎใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉ......ใงใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใŒใใ†ใ ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฏๆ€ใ„ใฎ็ฑ ใฃใŸๅ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใใฃใจใใฎๆ–นใฎใŠ้ขใŒใใ†ใชใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใจๅทซๅฅณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒๅƒ•ใฎใŠ้ขใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใฃใก่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใชใ€ๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚ใ’ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅฎ็‰ฉใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ“ใฎๅทซๅฅณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็‰ฉๆฌฒใ—ใใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹่ฆ–็ทšใฏๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๆ‰‹ๅ‰ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’......ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๅ‹‡่€…ไปฅๅค–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใŒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ ผไธ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธŠๆ‰‹ใ้š ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ„ๅค–ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใœ? ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†ใ„ใ†็›ฎใ‚’่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใธใ‡......่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใจๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฏไฝ•ใ‹้•ใ†ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใˆใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฏ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅคงใใชๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใพใ™ใ€‚็พๅญ˜ใ™ใ‚‹ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฏๅ…จใฆAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใซๅŒนๆ•ตใ™ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใพใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏ......ใ“ใฎๅญใ‚‚?ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใฏใฉใ†ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€ๅฐ†ๆฅ็ขบๅฎŸใซใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใญ......ใงใ‚‚ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆธฉๅŽšใช็จฎๆ—ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ•ตๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ไบŒไบบใ ใ‘ใฎ็ฉบ้–“ใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใชใ€‚ๅƒ•็ฉบๆฐ—ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ ใžใ“ใ‚Œใ€็ˆ†็™บใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใชใใฉใฃใกใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜่€ƒใˆใฎๆง˜ใงใ€ๅ‡„ใๅซŒใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆง˜ใช้ก”ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใจ้ ทใ„ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้–“ใซไฝ•ใ‹ๅ›บใ„็ต†ใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใพใ—ใŸ?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่ชฐใ‹ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚่‡ช็„ถใจๅƒ•ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚‚ใใกใ‚‰ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ“ใซใฏๅŠใ‚Š็œผใง่ฑšใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช็œผใ‚’ใ—ใŸๅฅณใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ€ใใฎๅฅณใฎๆŒใค้Ž–ใซๅผ•ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹็”ทใฎๅฅด้šทใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚้ฆ–ใซใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅŒใ˜ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€้Ž–ใŒ็น‹ใŒใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฅด้šทใฎ็”ทใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๆ‰“ๆ’ฒ็—•ใŒๅคšใๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใ€่™ๅพ…ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅฅด้šทใงใ™ใญใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒใฉใ†ใ‹ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใฏใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใชใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใจ......ใชใซใ‹ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ‚‚......?ใ€ ใใฎไผš่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใจๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ้–“ใซใฏๅŒใ˜่€ƒใˆใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใฏ่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฝ“็„ถใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎ่…ใฃใŸ่€ƒใˆใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๅซŒๆ‚ชใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ใใ‚Œใฏไป•ๆ–นใฎใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅผฑใ„่€…ใŒ่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใœๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็ดๅพ—ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใญใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใฏใ€‚ใจใ‚“ใ ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„ŸใฎๆŒใกไธปใ ใ€‚ไปŠใ“ใ“ใงใ‚ใฎ็”ทใฎๅฅด้šทใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ๅ…จใฆใฎๅฅด้šทใŒๆ•‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ่€…ใ—ใ‹ๆ•‘ใŠใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๆญฃ็พฉใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆ่‡ชๅทฑๆบ€่ถณใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใใ€ใใคใญๅ…ˆ่ผฉใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ…ˆ่ผฉใ‚‚......ใ‚ใ‚Œใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅƒ•ใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ใใฎๅ•ใ„ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใชใ‚Šใฎ่งฃ้‡ˆใ‚’่จ€ใŠใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๆœ€ๅพŒใพใง่จ€ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ 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็†็”ฑใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใ€Žๅฅด้šทใ€ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๅฎถๆ—ใจใ—ใฆไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจ็ด„ๆŸใ—ใŸใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใใ‚“ใช็ด„ๆŸใฏๅ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใซๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ—ใฆใ€ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่จ€ใ„่จณใ€้€šใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใฃใŸๅƒ•ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผใฏไธ€ๆญฉไธ€ๆญฉ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆฅใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใ‹ใชใ‚Š่ท้›ขใŒ้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใซใฏ......้•ใ†ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸ......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใ‚‚ไธ€็ท’ใชใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ใ•ใฃใใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ€ ๅฝผใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’็จใฟใคใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒๅนณๆฐ—ใช้ก”ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„......ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ ......ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฏ้•ใ†ใ ใ‚!!ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใพใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๅฝผใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒธใใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงใใ†ๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฏใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ !!ใ€ ๅฅด้šทใ€ๆ—ฅๆœฌใง็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๅƒ•้”ใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆƒณๅƒใ‚‚ใคใ‹ใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€็›ฎใฎๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใซใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็›ดใใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใฏๅƒ•้”ใซใจใฃใฆๅญ˜ๅœจใ•ใ›ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€ไบบใŒไบบใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ใชใฉใ€ใ‚ใฃใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ“ใจใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๅ›ใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ ‚ใ€…ใจใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใŒใ€่จฑใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๅฅด้šทใชใ‚“ใฆๅธธ่ญ˜ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ......ๅƒ•ใซใฏๅฅด้šทใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใฃใŸใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฒทใฃใŸ......ใŠๅ‰ใฟใŸใ„ใซ่ชฐใงใ‚‚ใฌใ‚‹ใพๆนฏใซๆตธใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใชใ‚ˆใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚่จฑใ›ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใๅƒ•ใฎๅฐ่ฉžใ ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฅด้šทใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ€‚ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใชๆ€ใ„่พผใฟใงๅƒ•ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ‚’ไพฎ่พฑใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใซๅ›žใ‚Šใฎไบบ้–“ใŒๅ…จๅ“กๅ„ชใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฅดใŒใ€ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๆตใพใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใชใ„ๅฅดใซใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญ‹ๅˆใ„ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ......ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฏไฟบใจใฏใ‚‚ใ†้•ใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใชใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญใ€ๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใชๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅฅดใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ—ใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใญใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅŒใ˜็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎไบบ้–“ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚็‚นใงใใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใ†็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใ€ๅฝผใฏใใฃใจ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใจ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ฆ–่ผชใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ™‚็‚นใงๅฝผใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†่ถณๆŽปใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๅฝผใ‚’่ชฌๅพ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏไธๅฏ่ƒฝใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅฐใ•ใชๅฅณใฎๅญใ ใž......ใŠๅ‰ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฅดใฎๅ‚ใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใใฎใฏ่จฑใ›ใชใ„ใ€ ไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ“ใ„ใคใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ„ใคใฎใพใซใ‹ๅ‚ใซใ•ใฃใใฎๅทซๅฅณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒธใใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆ”พใ—ใฆใ€่ฆ–็ทšใฏๅƒ•ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใพใพๅฝผๅฅณใซ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏใ€ๅผทใ„ๅฅดใŒๆญฃใ—ใ„......ใ ใ‚ˆใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใˆใˆใ€ใใ†ใงใ™ใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠใ“ใ“ใงไฟบใŒใ“ใ„ใคใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใŸใ‚‰......ไฟบใŒๆญฃใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใญ......ๆ•—่€…ใฎๅ…จใฆใฏใ€ๅ‹่€…ใซๆฑบๅฎšๆจฉใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ๅฝผใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใธใจๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่žใ„ใŸใช? ไฟบใฏใ“ใ“ใงใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใซๆฑบ้—˜ใ‚’็”ณใ—่พผใ‚€ใ€ ๅฝผใฏใ„ใใชใ‚Šใ€ๅƒ•ใซๆฑบ้—˜ใ‚’็”ณใ—่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚“ใชใฎๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๆˆฆใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใซๅ‹ใก็›ฎใ‚‚็„กใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅพ—ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใชใใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๆฌกใซไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ„ๆ”พใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆฑบ้—˜ใงๅฝผใŒๅƒ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฅชใŠใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
Anger, And then... "That means, you're currently searching for a way to return to our former world, right, Kitsune-senpai?" "That's right." After that, after waiting for a while, opening the guild's door, the hero arrived here. In doing so, the adventurers inside the guild were all surprised and put their hands on their respective weapons, that was quite a memorable moment there. In a certain sense, even I also got an intense urge to hit his face after all, the moment I saw the beautiful miko who appeared after him, that's it. Then, since that beauty is currently registering themselves as adventurers, so it's decided that I'll have a chat with the hero at this moment. And then, right now, after explaining my circumstance, I successfully tell him that currently I'm searching for a way to return to our former world. "So, like the moment when you were summoned here, I was wondering whether you know anything about a way to return, or I so thought." "Hmm... the moment I was summoned here, it happened very sudden after all... when I was coming home from school, I was wrapped in light, and before I noticed it I was already here. Ah, come to think of it, I've heard that to summon here, seems like they had to sacrifice one person's life..." "One, person's life?" Does that means, to return to our world, I also have to sacrifice one person's life, I wonder? If that's really the case, how troublesome, that means I'd have to sacrifice someone around me, right? Does he really have no proper information, I wonder? How useless. "...is there anything else you know?" "Hmm... hmm... sorry but, I don't think I have any other useful information. Ever since I came here, I did nothing but practice after all, and I've never investigated about this matter either." It can't be helped my ass, isn't that means that this hero is plainly and genuinely useless? I've fully understood that he doesn't hold any clue at all, my efforts coming here are all in vain. However, even though this hero seems like doesn't know anything, the royal family who know the summoned ritual smell pretty fishy. First, how did they know about the existence of another world, then how did they find a way to connect this world to that another world, there are many things that bother me. Could it be, perhaps inside that giant castle, there're books that recorded about such stuff? That means I have to stealthily infiltrate the castle, but... there're gatekeepers after all, so I think achieving that would be pretty hard. "May I also ask you about something?" "What have you been doing up until now, Kitsune-senpai? Unlike me, you weren't summoned here, were you?" That's right, I have no recollection ever being summoned here, being warmly welcomed and living comfortably like you, after all. "Since I was awaken inside a forest full of magical beast, I desperately tried to stay alive, you see." "My initial spec was exactly just as a normal high school boys were, and since I had no weapon so I was almost died many times, you know? ... I've met a boar sized wolf, giant spider, and lastly I've even got attacked by 'Red Night'... I honestly feel that this difference in treatment is too unfair." When I sternly staring at the hero, out of words, the hero makes a face as if feeling bad about it. Honestly speaking, I think he feels a great sense of guilt about the great difference of our circumstances. Seems like this hero holds quite a sense of justice after all, that's why I think that he'd surely feel so. Moreover, seems like his and my initial specs are also distant apart. I can easily understand it by looking at his status. *Status* Name : Serizawa Nagi Gender : Male Lv. 60 Strength : 8740 Stamina : 9500 Resistance : 310:STOP! Agility : 6800 Magic Power : 2600 Title :{Hero} Skill : {Sword Art Lv.6} {Body Reinforcement Lv.4} {Swift} {Overpower} {Magic Manipulation Lv.3} {Natural Gift} {Intuition Lv.2} {Fortitude} Innate skill : {Ray of Hope} PT Member : Cecil (Human) * Is he a monster or something, I wonder? Doesn't it means that his ability is even comparable to an A rank? Moreover, despite his level is lower than that esteemed uncle's, but his statuses are by far surpassed esteemed uncle's. Resistance-wise mine is still higher, but it's a bit irritating that his offensive power is damn too high. Well, status-wise, Leila-chan's is still higher, though. "B, but... 'Red Night' is A rank demon, right? I'm surprised you could survive from it, Kitsune-senpai." "Hmm, well... many things happened, you see... my left eye was eaten, but I was somehow left alive." I can't tell him that she has actually become my stalker, right? But, I'm sure this hero doesn't know that not a mere A rank anymore, she has evolved into an unreachable monster of S rank, doesn't he? Well, we never said a word about it, so right now everyone other than I and my comrades are all thinking that she's still an A rank demon. Well, I have no obligation to tell him about this, so let's just keep quiet about it for now. Or so I thought, but, hearing my words, seems like it lit the hero's curiousness. "That means... did you see it? 'Red Night''s appearance...?" "I saw it. It was covered by dark miasma, but I can see red eyes inside that dark miasma. It has consciousness, but words wouldn't reach it, though." "Y, you seem quite knowledgeable about it." "Many things happened, you see." I can confidently say it, that in this world, there's no human that know her better than me. "Nagi-sama, it's finished." "Ah, Cecil. Thank you." "Not at all, please accept it... this is your guild card, Nagi-sama." And, the cutie who wears miko clothes comes approaching us. Well, she came together with hero-kun, so she must be the Cecil that I just as saw in his status as his party member, right? Why must always the hero who is blessed by such devoted cutie? Please exchange her with Leila-chan. "Kitsune-san, is the talk over?" "Hmm, Finia-chan, sorry, it isn't over yet." "I see, pretty long isn't it!?" There, Finia-chan who I asked to hide inside the mask again, comes out because she gets tired of waiting. Well, it's fine already huh, there's already no reason to hide Finia-chan further either after all, and since it's cramped there so it should be fine to let her comes out, right. Thinking so, coming out from the mask, Finia-chan sits on the table. "Kitsune-senpai... who is that girl?" "Hmm, my companion, Fairy, Finia-chan." "Could it be... an idea kind?" Hero-kun is surprised upon seeing Finia-chan, so I introduce her to him, but the miko beside him floats a more surprised face and asks so. Of course, it would make an uproar if it is exposed to the surroundings, so she asks it in low tone, though. Well, she comes out from the mask after all, it can't be helped if she thinks so. Or rather, that's very obvious, isn't it? "...well, something like that." "That's... amazing...!" When I answer so, she opens her eyes wide and hold her mouth with her hand. As I though, seems like idea kind sure is rare, huh. Finia-chan also said so, and being able to meet one could already be considered as lucky after all. And then, doesn't grasp the situation, hero-kun opens his mouth. "Umm... Cecil, what is idea kind?" "Ah, umm... to put it simply, fairy are generally divided into nature kind and idea kind, and idea kind is a very rare kind that are only several dozens of it exist in this world." "I see... so, this girl also one if it?" "Yes... idea kinds were born through an article that hold a deep feeling in it, I'm sure that's also the case with that mask." Hero-kun and Cecil-chan's gazes are sent toward my mask. Don't look at it, I won't give it to you even if you want it, after all. Because this is my treasure, after all. Or rather, I don't like how that miko-chan looking at Finia-chan with such greedy gazes. Perhaps she think that she's skillfully hidden it, but surprisingly I can see it, you know? Because I'm used to such gazes, after all. "Hee... is there any difference between nature kind and idea kind?" "There is. Idea kinds possess much more power than nature kind. Because all idea kind possess prowess comparable to an A rank demon, after all." "That means... this girl also the same?" "Currently, I'm not sure about it, but I believe that she surely will be in the future... however, either way fairy is a gentle race, so I believe there should be no reason to make a war against them, right?" Somehow they've entered their own world. Aren't I just an air here? That's a bit unpleasant, could they just explode themselves, I wonder? Seems like Finia-chan also thinks so, she shows me a face as of looking at something very unpleasant. I also think so, that's what I tell her with my nod. I feel like there's some kind of bond that born between I and Finia-chan. "What's the matter?" And then, this time hero's gaze is facing at the guild's entrance. Seems like there's someone entered here. I spontaneously turn my gaze there. The one there is a female adventurer with slanted eyes as if looking at a pig, and a male slave who is pulled by that woman. At his neck, there's a 'slavery choker' similarly like the one Lulu-chan wears, but with chain on it. There are many beating scars on that male slave's body, it's easy to tell that he's received many abusement in a glance. Hero's face is slightly distorted. "...Cecil, what is that?" "That's a slave, what's the matter about it?" "Is that a natural spectacle in this country?" "Umm... is there anything strange from it...?" Listening to that conversation, perhaps I and hero hold a similar thought. Disgust toward a thought that oppressing slaves is a matter of course at this country. But, well, but that's something we couldn't do anything about. The weak to be oppressed is, something we couldn't do anything about, hero-kun. Because I was also the same, after all. "...." Seems like he couldn't consent with it, hero-kun. What a sense of justice he holds there. However, even if he saves that male slave right here right now, it doesn't necessarily means he would save all slaves around. If you do nothing but saving the one before you, then that isn't justice, but simply self-satisfaction. "...say, Kitsune-senpai." "What is it?" "Kitsune-senpai, do you... also consider that as normal?" "...I--" Toward that question, I intend to give him my own thought about the matter. However, I can't say it to the end. "Kitsune-sama." "...Lulu-chan, Rishe-chan and Leila-chan, too." From the rear of that female adventurer, Lulu-chan and co. appear there. Perhaps, they thought about taking a request, but, for my slave (Lulu-chan) to appears here is... a lethal fact. Suddenly, "Kitsune-san!!" I can hear Finia-chan shouting my name, and yet, I can't answer her. That's because, the moment I hear her voice, I already am blown away to the outside through guild's wall, after all. "Ga... gu... gafu...!?" Bouncing and rolling on the ground, I can hear sounds as if my bones and skins are cracking. While somehow rearranging my dizzy mind, I look toward the guild. The one there, the hero, who is in a stance of swinging his fist in anger. And then, I've fully grasp the situation. That I just got hit and blown away by him. "...hero-kun." I understand the reason, that's because I have a 'slave'. Even if I say that she's together with me as my family, it's a matter of course that no one could know it just by looking. Because, she wears 'slavery chocker' after all. Such excuse, of course they won't believe it. At once, I stand up. And then, toward the just standing me, he starts walking and approaching step by step. Despite we're quite a distant apart, I don't feel like I'll be able to run away. "--you... I wished you were different... however, you're just the same, as the adventurer before." He says so while glaring at me. "Cecil floated a calm face about it, so I thought that that was a common sense at this world, that was why it couldn't be helped... or so I thought. However, however... you're different, aren't you?!!" Arriving before me, he shouts so while grabbing my collar. "How could you do such a thing?!!" Slavery, that's a hard to imagine existence for us who were born in japan. However, when you see one before your own eyes, you'd be able to understand it at that instant. For us, that's something that shouldn't be allowed to exist, people oppressing other, that's something you must never do after all. That's why, for me who brazenly do it(slavery) exactly before his own eyes, he couldn't forgive me. "At this world, slavery is already a common sense, you know? ... I needed a slave, that was why I bought one... don't think I'm the same as you who is soaked by everyone's affection, you damned hero." That's why, I say so. Can't be forgiven? That should my word. Lulu-chan is indeed a slave, but she's my family. Don't just arbitrarily insult my family based on your selfish prejudice. Also, for someone who are blessed with everyone's affections, and don't understand just how blessed you are, you have no right no say so. "...I see, got it. I fully understand it... you're different than me." "That's right, please don't lump me together someone who've never experienced death even once like you." Perhaps the hero doesn't think me as similar other worlder as he is anymore, right? It's a matter of course for someone who's possessing slave, but for someone's who's willing to buy a slave, he also couldn't forgive them. It's easy to explain that Lulu-chan is my family, but looking at the fact that she wears that collar, I'm sure he won't believe it. No matter how I explain it to him, I'm sure it's impossible to convince him. "...such a small girl... I can't let her to be together with the like of you." What the hell is he talking about? "Cecil." "...What's the matter?" And then, before I noticed it, the miko is already beside him. The hero let off my colar, and talk to her while still facing at me. "At this country, the strong is the right one... right?" "...yes, that's right." "...then, if I defeat him here... I'm the right one, right?" "That's how it would be... the victor, shall have the rights over all the loser's belonging." "I see, thank you." Saying so, he sifts his consciousness toward me. "Do you hear that? I challenge you to a duel with me, right here right now." Suddenly, he challenge me on a duel. I don't know what he's talking about, but I have no reason to accept it. Moreover, even if I accept it, I don't see any chance for me to win. So, why must I accept it? Thinking so, the hero suddenly says something unbelievable The one he wants to take away from me in this duel is... Lulu-chan.
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่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ๅฅด้šทใฎๆฌฒๅผตใ‚Š ใ‚‚ใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใซใชใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใ€ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‚’ๆฝœใฃใฆๅค–ใซๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๅฐ‘ใ—ไธๅฎ‰ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจใ ใ‘ใฉๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‚’ๆฝœใฃใฆไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎๅ—ใ‘ใŸไพ้ ผๅ†…ๅฎนใซ่จ˜ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ่–ฌ่‰ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ็พค็”Ÿใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€Žใƒ’ใƒฉใ‚ทใƒŠ่‰ใ€ใ€ใใฎไพ้ ผ้‡ใฏ50ๆœฌใ ใ€‚ๆœŸๆ—ฅใฎไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅคšใ่ฆ‹็ฉใ‚‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไพ้ ผไบบใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไพ้ ผใŒๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ“ใจใชใฉๆ—ขใซๅ‘จ็Ÿฅใฎไบ‹ๅฎŸใ€ๅฏงใ‚ๅƒ•ใฟใŸใ„ใชHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ใซ็ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจใ„ใ†้•ทใ„ๆœŸๆ—ฅใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ€Gใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซ็‰‡ๆ‰‹้–“ใงใ‚„ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆœŸๅพ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ๅ—ๆณจใ•ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅ ดๅˆใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใง่กŒใใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใซ่ถŠใ—ใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ ใพใใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซใฏๅƒ•ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚้ƒฝๅˆใ‚ˆใ้›‘็”จใซ่ตฐใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ใ“ใฎ่พบใ ใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“! ใƒ’ใƒฉใ‚ทใƒŠ่‰ใฎ็พค็”Ÿๅœฐๅธฏใ ใญ! ๅ‰ใซใ‚‚ๆฅใŸใ—ใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ“ใฎไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใงๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใชใ—ใŸไพ้ ผๆ•ฐใฏๅ…จ้ƒจใง17ไปถใ€‚ใใฎไธญใงๅ›ฝๅค–ใธๅ‡บใฆ่–ฌ่‰ใ‚„่ณ‡ๆใ‚’่ชฟ้”ใ™ใ‚‹ไพ้ ผใฏ5ไปถใ€ใใฎไธญใซไปŠๅ›žใจๅŒใ˜ใƒ’ใƒฉใ‚ทใƒŠ่‰ใฎๆŽก้›†ไพ้ ผใฏ2ไปถใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใ€ใƒ’ใƒฉใ‚ทใƒŠ่‰ใŒ็พค็”Ÿใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ„ใฃใฑใ„็”Ÿใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚‚ๅคšใๅ‡บๆฒกใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ้›ฃ็‚นใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏไพฟๅˆฉใ ใ€‚ใพใใใฎใ›ใ„ใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่จ“็ทดใซๅ‡บใŸๆ™‚ๆญฆๅ™จใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚ŒใจๅŒใ˜่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’50ๆœฌใ€้›†ใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃใงใƒ’ใƒฉใ‚ทใƒŠ่‰ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ€ไธ€ๆœฌใƒ’ใƒฉใ‚ทใƒŠ่‰ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใฉใ†ใ‚‚ๅฅด้šทๆ นๆ€งใฎๆŸ“ใฟใคใ„ใŸๆ‰€ใŒๅคšใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ‘ฝไปคใŒใชใ„ใจไธๅฎ‰ใซใชใ‚‹ๅญใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฏ้ ผใฟไบ‹ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใชใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ ผใ‚“ใ ้€šใ‚Šใƒ’ใƒฉใ‚ทใƒŠ่‰ใ‚’ๆŽกๅ–ใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅ ดใซใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใ‚“ใงใถใกใถใกใจๆ‰‹้š›่‰ฏใๆŽกๅ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅˆ†ใชใ‚‰ไธ€ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ใš้›†ใพใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่กฐๅผฑใฏใฉใ†ใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅใจ้•ใฃใฆๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฃใจใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:150 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:100 ่€ๆ€ง:50 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:100 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Žๅฅด้šทใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใชใ— ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:??? PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ) โ—‡ ใŠใ‚„? ๆ˜จๆ—ฅไปŠๆ—ฅใง่กฐๅผฑใŒๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้šๅˆ†ใจๅ›žๅพฉใŒๆ—ฉใ„ใชใใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚็ฃไบบใฎ็‰นๆ€งใชใฎใ‹ใช? ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใฏๆ˜ ใ‚‰ใชใ„่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใชใใ€‚็งฐๅทใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ไฝ•ใชใฎใ‹ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ—ใ€่กจ่จ˜ใŒ่ฌŽใฎใพใพใฎๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ ใพใ ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใซใฏ็ง˜ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใพใใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ„ใคใ‹ใใฃใจๅƒ•้”ใฎๅŠ›ใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ไปŠใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ€็Œชๅž‹ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒ3ไฝ“็พใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏ็‹ผ้”ใจๅŒใ˜้›‘้ญšใ ใ€ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใชใ‚‰ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒ็จ‹ๅบฆใ€ๅ…จ็„ถๅŠนใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ็Œช็ช็Œ›้€ฒใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใซใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใฎ็ช้€ฒๅŠ›ใซใฏ็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅผตใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎๅจๅŠ›ใฏๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ใฎ็Œช้”ใฏๅคงใใ•ใฎๅ‰ฒใซ่ณช้‡ใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ!?ใ€ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๅ›ใฏใใฎใพใพ่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใฆ้ ‚ๆˆดใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅƒ•้”ใŒใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ ไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‚‰ใงไธ€ๅ›žใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธปไบบใŒใฉใ‚Œใปใฉใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใชใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ็Œช้”ใ€ไธ€็žฌใงๅฉใใฎใ‚ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใŠใ„ใงใ€ๅญ่ฑšใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ! โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใใคใญๆง˜้”ใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆœ็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅคฑๆ•—ใ—ใŸใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธปไบบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅพŒใซ่ตทใใ‚‹ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ๅคฑๆ…‹ใ€‚ๅฏ่ตทใใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซไธ€็žฌใง็œ ๆฐ—ใฏ่ฆšใ‚ใฆใ€้ก”ใŒ้’่คชใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฌใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ตๆžœใจใ—ใฆใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ็งใ‚’่จฑใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆŒฝๅ›žใ—ใชใ„ใจใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆœ้ฃŸใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๆณŠใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฎฟใฎๅฅณๅฐ†ใŒ็งใซๆœใ‚’ไธŽใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚็ท‘่‰ฒใงๅ‹•ใใ‚„ใ™ใใ€ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Š็ถบ้บ—ใชๅธƒใงไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฆใ€็งใŒ็€ใŸไบ‹ใ‚‚็„กใ„ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ๆœใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใŒใ“ใ‚“ใชๆœใ‚’็€ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใจ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใงใ€ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็ŸฅใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๆฅใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซๆณจๆ„ใ‚’ใ„ใŸใ ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅผทๆฐ—ใงใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใใŸใ‚‰่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๆฎดใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฟƒใซใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใจๅˆปใฟใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใซๅคงใใช็”ทใฎไบบใŒ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใŒ็งใฎ่‚ฉใซไน—ใ‚Š็งปใฃใฆใใฆใ€ๅ‡„ใ็ทŠๅผตใ—ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใฏ็งใซๅŠฉ่จ€ใ‚’ไธ‹ใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไปŠใ“ใๅผทๆฐ—ใง่กŒใใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใฎไบบใฎๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใฆใ€็งใŒ่จ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ™ใ‚“ใ !ใ€ ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใฏ็งใซๆŒฝๅ›žใฎๆฉŸไผšใ‚’ไธ‹ใ•ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ‰ใง่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใ“ใ“ใง้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ้ง„็›ฎใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ใ“ใฎใŸใพใชใ—้‡Ž้ƒŽใ€ ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใฏ่‰ฏใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใจ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ ใ•ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ใใฃใจใ“ใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ—ใ€ๅ–‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงใฃ! ใใ€่‡ญใ„ใฃ......!ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰็”ทใฎไบบใฏใ‚ทใƒงใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸๆง˜ใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ‚ชใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใฆใใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใŒใ‚ˆใใ‚„ใฃใŸใจ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใงใ€ใใฃใจใ“ใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€็”ทใฎไบบใŒๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆ้ก”ใ‚’ๆ‹ญใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ€ใ€้ก”ใ‚’ๆ‹ญใฃใŸใ€‚ ็งใฏใƒใƒƒใจใใคใญๆง˜ใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใใŸใ‚‰่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๆฎดใ‚Œใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฎŸ่ทตใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€‚ ็งใฏๆ‹ณใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ€็”ทใฎไบบใฎ่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๆฎดใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใ‚ƒใฃใจๆ‹ณใซใธใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒไผใ‚ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‘ใฉใ€็งใฎๅฟƒใฎไธญใซใฏ้”ๆˆๆ„Ÿใงๆบ€ใŸใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎๅ‘ฝไปค้€šใ‚Šใซใ‚„ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใงๆœใฎๅคฑๆ…‹ใ‚’ๆŒฝๅ›žๅ‡บๆฅใŸ! ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใใคใญๆง˜......ใ‚„ใ€ใ‚„ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ็งใ‚’่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎ่ชฟๅญใงใใคใญๆง˜ใฎๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใฆใฐใ€ใใฃใจใ‚‚ใฃใจ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใฏใพใ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ ใใ—ใฆไปŠใซ่‡ณใ‚‹ใ€‚่‰ๅŽŸใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๆฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็งใฏใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎๅ‘ฝไปค้€šใ‚Š่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ๆŽกๅ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๆ‰‹ใฏๆญขใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ๆ—ฉใใ‚„ใฃใฆ! ๆญปใฌ! ๅƒ•ๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใ€Œไปปใ›ใฆ! ใพใจใ‚ใฆๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆญปใฌใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„!?ใ€ ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ3ไฝ“ใฎ็Œชๅž‹้ญ”็ฃใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซๆ‚ ใ€…ใจๆŒ‘ใ‚“ใง่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅงฟใฏใพใ‚‹ใงใŠใจใŽ่ฉฑใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๆง˜ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ„ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใŠใจใŽ่ฉฑใฎๆง˜ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใšใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏไปŠใใฎ้ญ”็ฃ3ไฝ“ใซๆŠผใ—ๆฝฐใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€ๆ–‰ใซ็ช้€ฒใ—ใฆใใŸ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใซๆŠผใ—ๅ€’ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใฏใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ™›ใฟใคใ„ใฆใใ‚‹็Œช้”ใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฟ…ๆญปใซใ‚‚ใŒใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅคงไธˆๅคซใชใฎใ‹ใจๅ†…ๅฟƒ็ฉใ‚„ใ‹ใงใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใŒไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใจใ€้ญ”็ฃ้”ใฏไธ€็žฌใงๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใฏ็ฅžใ€…ใ—ใๅ…‰ใ‚‹ๅ…‰ใฎ็ŸขใŒ็œ‰้–“ใซ็ชใๅˆบใ•ใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€่ฆ‹ใŸใ ใ‘ใง้ญ”็ฃ้”ใŒๆฏ็ตถใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆใ‚‰ใใฏ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€ใงใ‚‚3ไฝ“ๅŒๆ™‚ใซใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ๅ‘ฝไธญ็Ž‡ใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎ่…•ใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ“ใจใŒ็ชบใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใ…ใƒผ......ใ„ใ‚„ใๆฅฝๅ‹ใ ใฃใŸใญใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ€3ไฝ“ใ‚‚ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฎ็ช้€ฒใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆ่พผใฟใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ™ใ‚‹้š™ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซไฝœใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ็‰ฉใฏ่จ€ใ„ๆง˜ใ ใญ! ใ•ใ™ใŒใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ๅฃใ ใ‘ใฏ้”่€…!ใ€ ใ€Œ็š„็ขบใซไบบใฎๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŠ‰ใ‚‹ๅ›ใซใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใคใญๆง˜ใจๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใฏ่‰ฏใๅ–งๅ˜ฉใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไปฒใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใฎๆ™‚ใฏใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใซ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅˆ†ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็œผใŒใจใฆใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใŒใใคใญๆง˜ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹็ฌ‘้ก”ใŒใจใฆใ‚‚็ด”็ฒ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๆญฃ็›ด่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไบŒไบบใฎใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใฏใ€ใ„ใ„ใชใใฃใฆๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚......ๅ–ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ......ใ€ ใƒใƒƒใจๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ€่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ไฝœๆฅญใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไฝœๆฅญใ—ใชใ„ใจใใคใญๆง˜ใซๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏๅ„ชใ—ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใฎใ‚ใฎ็”ทใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใฎใใคใญๆง˜ใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ๆ€’ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅ–ใ‚ŒใŸ?ใ€ ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒ่ฆ—ใใ“ใ‚€ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ ็›ฎๆจ™้‡ใซใฏๅฑŠใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่‡ช็„ถใจไฟฏใใคใค็ญ”ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ€ใพใ ......ๅ–ใ‚Œใฆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ€ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใงใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใฏใ„ใ€ ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€็งใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใŸใ€‚ๅ„ชใ—ใ้ซชใ‚’ๆขณใๆ‰‹ใŒๆธฉใ‹ใใฆๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ„ใ„ใ€‚ๆ˜จๆ—ฅๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็งใฏ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใซๅผฑใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใใฆใคใ„ใคใ„็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šใคใ‘ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ‚’่ฟ‘ๅฏ„ใ‚‰ใ›ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ–ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰่จ€ใฃใฆใญใ€ ใ€Œใตใใ„......ใ€ ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎๆ‰‹ใŒ้›ขใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ๆธฉใ‹ใ„ๆ‰‹ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใŒ้›ขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ€ใƒใƒƒใจใชใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆฐ—ใฎๆŠœใ‘ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช่ฟ”ไบ‹ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ็ท ใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใ็งใฏๆˆฆใ†ใใคใญๆง˜้”ใฎๅพŒใ‚ใง่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‘ใฐ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ50ๆœฌใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆใ€100ใฏ่ถŠใˆใ‚‹ๆœฌๆ•ฐใฎ่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚Œใฐใ‚‚ใ†10ไฝ“็›ฎใซใชใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใใคใญๆง˜ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚่กจๆƒ…ใฏไฝ™่ฃ•ใใ†ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใฎใ—ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ–ใ‚Š็ต‚ใˆใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ไผใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใŒใใคใญๆง˜ใฎไธŠใซไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใ€็งใฎไธ‹ใธใจใใคใญๆง˜้”ใฏๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šใ™ใŽใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„......ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅคšใ„ๅˆ†ใซใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚่‰ฏใ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใŸใญใ€ ใ€Œๅ‡„ใ„ใžใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ็งใชใ‚“ใ‹5ๆœฌใใ‚‰ใ„ใง้ฃฝใใกใ‚ƒใ†ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจ้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใชๅƒ•ใ€ ใใคใญๆง˜ใ‚‚ๅฆ–็ฒพๆง˜ใ‚‚็งใ‚’ใพใŸ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ่ค’ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ไธๅฎ‰ใซใชใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ไบŒไบบใŒใพใŸ่จ€ใ„ๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€็งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใช้ขจใซไปฒ่‰ฏใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจๆฌฒใŒๅ‡บใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใŒใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ๆƒณใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใฏใ€้…ทใ„ๆฌฒๅผตใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๆˆฆใฃใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ......ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒ็งใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆˆฆใ†? ้ญ”็ฃใจ? ็ขบใ‹ใซ็งใฏๅฅด้šทใงใ€ๅ‘ฝไปคใซใฏไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„......ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€้ญ”็ฃใจใชใ‚“ใฆๆˆฆใˆใฐๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ๆˆฆใฃใŸใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใฆไธ€ๅบฆใ‚‚็„กใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ€ใ„ใ‚„......ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏๅฅด้šทใ‚‰ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฌ่ฟ”็ญ”ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€ๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’ๆ‹’ๅฆใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใฉใ“ใๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‘ฝไปคใฎ่žใ‘ใชใ„ๅฅด้šทใฏ่ฆใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ไฝ•ใ‚’ไธๆ€่ญฐใใ†ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใซ่จ€ใฃใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅซŒใชใ“ใจใฏใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฃใฆใ€ ็งใฎ่€ƒใˆใซๅใ—ใฆใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ็งใ‚’ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใšใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซๆœ€ๅˆใซใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅ‘ฝไปคใซ่ƒŒใ„ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใพใ‚‹ใงๅฅด้šทใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใ‚„ๅ‹ไบบใฎๆง˜ใชๆ‰ฑใ„ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚็งใŒๆœ›ใ‚€ๆง˜ใชใ€ๅคขใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅฑ•้–‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๆฌฒๅผตใ‚Šใ‚’่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใฎ็ตถๅฏพใ€่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใฎ......ใใ‚“ใชใฎ้ง„็›ฎใงใ™......!ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏ่‡ช็„ถใจ......ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚
Unallowed slave's greed. It's one week already since we arrived at this country, Miniera, and now we're passing through its entrance gate to go outside. Lulu-chan looks somewhat restless to go outside, but being led by hand by me, even if slowly, she is following me passing through the gate. The medicinal herb which is our objective at this request, if I remember it correctly it is "Hirashina Grass" which grow around this country, the minimum quota is fifty. With one week time limit, perhaps that is supposed to be quite an amount. For the client, the fact that an H rank requests isn't too popular among the adventurers is already become a well-known fact, or rather an H rank adventurer like me is approximately as rare as an S rank adventurer after all. Therefore, by giving one week time limit, they hoped that a G rank adventurers or above would take this request at their spare times. If there's none who take their request, they have no choice but to do it by themselves though. So that means there's nothing better than when there's someone who would take it huh. Well, I'm here at this country after all. The Naginata Kitsune (H rank adventurer) who always enthusiastically take an odd job request. The Me who have 100% request completion rate! "Hmm, it's around here right?" "Yes! Here is Hirashina grass' growing area! Since we've came here before, there's no doubt about it!" The amount of the request which I've took at this one week is 17 requests. Among it, there were five request to collect some medicinal herbs, and among it there were two request to collect Hirashina grass similar like this time. At that time, we stumbled upon this place where Hirashina grass are growing in mass after all. In exchange that there are many of it growing here, the bad side is the fact that there are many magical beasts appeared here, but Finia-chan's magic sure is handy. Well, because of that at the time we trained with Rishe-chan, I forgot about the existence called weapon though. "Well then, Lulu-chan." "Yes." "Fifty medicinal herbs like this one, can you help me to collect it?" To Lulu-chan who is also looking for the Hirashina grass next to me, I said that to her while showing one of the Hirashina grass which I pick. The servile character is sure stuck deep inside her. Considering that, there is a possibility that she is a child who would go anxiety if she doesn't get any order. If that's the case, I think asking a favor to her would be better here. "I understand." And then, Lulu-chan starts to collect Hirashina herbs as per my request. Squatting there, she skillfully collect it. At this rate, we would be able to fulfill the quota at one hour. When we finish it, should we go leveling by hunting some small fry magical beasts? Come to think of it, what happen with her weakened state? Today she looks somewhat lively different than yesterday but. Status, status. *Status* Name : Lulu Soleil Gender : Female Lv. 1 Strength : 150 Stamina : 100 Resistance : 50 Magic Power : 100 Title :{Slave} Skill : None Innate skill : ??? PT Member : Naginata Kitsune, Finia (Fairy) * Oh? The weakened state from yesterday has disappeared. The recovery is quite fast isn't it, is it also demi-human's trait? An ability which isn't reflected on status, perhaps something like that is also exist huh? I'm somewhat interested about her title, and I also interested with her innate skill which is still enigmatically written. Not yet, I have a hunch that there's a potential which still hidden from us. "Finia-chan." "Yes!" Therefore, well, it should be something that would be very useful to us someday. For now, let's just do what we can. Before us, there are three wild boar shaped magical beasts appear. They are similarly small fry like those wolfs, with my current status, an attack around their level won't affect me at all. It may looks reckless, since their charge attack looks somewhat frightening, but that level of attack isn't a big deal after all. Seems like those wild boars, compared to their size, their strength aren't that great. "!?" "No problem, Lulu-chan. You should just collect the medicinal herbs like that, since we'll do something about them after all." What a good timing, let's show it here to Lulu-chan. Just how great her master is. Those wild boars, let's beat them up in an instant. "Bring it on, you little piglet." By Finia-chan! * * * Being led by Kitsune-sama, I (Lulu) was brought to a grassland outside the country to collect the medicinal herbs which is stated at the request. Even since I wake up late this morning, I thought that I was a failure as a slave. To wake up later than my master is, as a slave that is an unforgivable mistake. At the time I wake myself up, my drowsiness was disappeared in an instant, and then I apologized while I could felt that my face was growing pale. In the end I was forgiven by Kitsune-sama, but I thought I should recover it. After we ate breakfast, Kitsune-sama gave me an old clothes from the inn's landlady. With a green color and easy to move, and above all it was produced from a fine cloth, a cute clothes which I never wear even once. I thought as a slave, was it okay to wear such a clothes, but since Kitsune-sama praised me by said that I was cute, that was embarrassing but I gratefully received it. After that, I was aware that Kitsune-sama is an adventurer. Being brought along to the adventurer guild, I got a caution before we entered it. I should stayed strong when someone was calling to me, and when there was someone who raised a hand, I should hit his groin. I firmly craved that into my heart. When we entered it, like Kitsune-sama said, there was a big man came calling to us. Fairy-sama was transferring to my shoulder, I was very nervous, but Fairy-sama gave me an advice. "Lulu-chan, Lulu-chan, now is the time you should act strong! Step to in front of that man, and then repeat what I'm going to say!" Fairy-sama was giving me a chance to recover my mistake. I also remembered what Kitsune-sama told me in front of the guild, I indeed thought that I had no choice but to tried my best there. I stepped forward between Kitsune-sama and that man, strongly stared to that man. And then, Fairy-sama whispered to my ear. After I heard it, I repeated it. "Sh, shut up, you ball-less bastard." I didn't know what that means, but since Fairy-sama praised me that I had did it well, so with this it should be good right. "Shut up, don't talk to me! Guh, it stinks....!" When I said that, the man was standing still as if shocked. I felt as if just did something bad, but since Fairy-sama praised me that I had did it well, so I thought with this it should be good right. After that, the man was raising his hand and wiped his face. "Raising his hand" and wiped his face. I suddenly remembered the order which had been said by Kitsune-sama. When there was someone who raised his hand then hit his groin. I should put that on practice. I formed a fist, and then punched the man's groin. There was a strange squish sensation at my fist, but my heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. I did it, I did it as per Kitsune-sama's order. With this I was able to recover my mistake this morning! So I thought. "Kitsune-sama... I, I did it." When I said that, Kitsune-sama praised me. If I could be any help for Kitsune-sama like this, I will surely receive more praise. I didn't know the reason yet, but somehow Kitsune-sama was very kind to his slave (me). With this pace, perhaps I won't be thrown away. And then right now. I, who was brought along to this grassland, am collecting the medicinal herbs as per Kitsune-sama's order. But, my hands is halted. That's because, the spectacle before me is unbelievable. "Finia-chan! Do it quickly! Die! I'm going to die!" "Leave it to me! I'm going to blow it off altogether after all." "Isn't that means I'm going to die too!?" Kitsune-sama was calmly challenging the three wild boar shaped magical beasts. His figure was as if a hero from fairy-tale, I thought that he was cool. But, distant apart from fairy-tale, Kitsune-sama is currently being squashed by those three magical beasts. Being squashed by the three magical beasts which are charging at him at once. He seems like doesn't has any injury, but Kitsune-sama is frantically struggling while suppressing the upcoming bites from those wild boars. I nervously thought whether is he alright, but as soon as Fairy-sama put both of her hand in front of her, the magical beasts are blown away in an instant. At a glance, at their bodies there are a shining divine light which are stuck at their forehead, just by looking at it I can understand that those magical beasts have died. Perhaps magic, but three at once, moreover with a terrific accuracy, there's no doubt that Fairy-sama's magic skill is high. "Fuu... well, that was an easy victory right?" "Did Kitsune-san do something just now?" "I did, since I held their charge, there was perfect chance for Finia-chan to attack wasn't it." "You sure are a smooth talker right! As expected from Kitsune-san, only your mouth sure is exceptional." "I'm still nothing compared to you who's able to precisely pierce through someone's heart." Kitsune-sama and Fairy-sama are quarrelling. But I don't think they are on bad terms, at meal time Kitsune-sama would always splits a part from his meal for Fairy-sama, the way Kitsune-sama looking at Fairy-sama is very gentle, and the smile Fairy-sama make toward Kitsune-sama is very pure, honestly I can't understand it. But, looking at their spectacle, I think that I'm a bit envious of it. "Ah... I must collect it...." Suddenly realized it, I start to collect the medicinal herbs again. Kitsune-sama sure is gentle but, it doesn't mean that he won't get angry. At the time he was talking with that slave merchant man, he seemed like angry about something after all. "Lulu-chan, have you collected it?" Kitsune-sama asks it while looking at me. I haven't reach the quota yet, while thinking that perhaps he would get angry at me, I spontaneously hung my head when answering. "Not, yet... I haven't collected it yet." "I see, it's okay to do it slowly." "Wh, yes." Kitsune-sama said that, and caress my head. His hand which gently caress my head is warm and felt good. I've noticed it yesterday, but it seems like got my head caressed is my weakness. Feeling good from it, I unconsciously rub my head to his hand. "Well then, since we're going to dispose any magical beasts which are trying to come near here, so when you've collected it please call to us." "Hes...." Kitsune-sama withdraw his hand. Feeling that that warm hand's sensation is going away, I was taken aback. My answer also somehow felt as if I said it absentmindedly. I must focusing my mind. After that, for a little a while I was collecting the medicinal herbs while Kitusne-sam and Fairy-sama were fighting against the magical beast. Without me noticed it, I have surpassed the quota already, I unintentionally collected it over 100 pieces, but when I turn my head there is Kitsune-sama who is fighting his tenth magical beast. His appearance looks somewhat calm, but that is always soon changed. When I said that I have collected it, Fairy-sama is blowing away the magical beast which is pressing over Kitsune-sama, and then they come to my place. "Yup, seems like you've collected it too much right?" "I'm sorry...." "No no, I think the more the better. You did it well." "You sure are amazing Lulu-chan! Even I'm certain that I would get tired after I collected five of it!" "I think it would be better for Finia-chan to try a bit harder though." Kitsune-sama and Fairy-sama are praising me. I'm happy to be praised like it, but I feel a bit uneasy by the fact that they were never angry at me. Moreover, looking at them who are quarrelling again, I think whether will I be able to getting along well with them like that. For a slave to think about such a thing, that is an awful greed. "Okay, well then Lulu-chan, for now let's see how you fight." "Eh...." And then, Kitsune-sama said that to me. Fight? Against a magical beast? I'm indeed a slave, I have to follow his order.... "N, no...." Therefore, I reply it with a slave-like answer, and refuse his order. I think that without a doubt he would be angry. Perhaps he will say that he doesn't need a slave which doesn't listen to his order. "Eh?" "Hmm? Why do you make such a confused face, Lulu-chan? I've said it at the very beginning right? That you don't need to do something you don't want to." Contrary to what I thought, Kitsune-sama said that to me without any trace of angry at all. He has indeed said that, I never thought that it was really okay to disobey his order. After all, isn't that means I'm being treat not as if I'm a slave, but as if a family or friend right. Isn't it the development which I desired, this dream-like development. Isn't that as if I'm allowed to be greedy. Such a thing is absolutely, unforgivable. "Such a thing... such a thing is no good...." Therefore, I naturally... said that.
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็ถบ้บ—ใช้Š€ใฎๆœˆ ใ•ใฆใ•ใฆใ€็™ฝ้ซชใƒญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๅคงไบบใณใŸ็พŽไบบใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’่ช˜ๆ‹ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใซ้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๆฅใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏๅƒ•ใŒไบบใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๆฅใฆใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ‚‰้ฉšใๆง˜ๅญใฏ็„กใใ€่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใซ้ฉๅฝ“ใซ็ฉใ‚“ใงใŠใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆ”พ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹ๆ–นๅ‘ใฎๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๆฅใŸไพ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ—ใ€็‰นใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎใพใพใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไฝœใฃใŸๆ–™็†ใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใ€ไผ‘ๆ†ฉใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ€‚็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–™็†ใฏไธญใ€…ใซใ‚ฏใ‚ชใƒชใƒ†ใ‚ฃใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ€ใกใชใฟใซไปŠ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚‹ใฎ็ผถ่ฉฐใจใƒ‘ใƒณใ€‚ ไธ€ๅฟœใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไฝœใฃใŸๆ–™็†ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚้‡Ž่œใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใŠใ‹ใšใจใ—ใฆใฏไธ€็ดšๅ“ใฎๆ–™็†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใๅคšๅฐ‘ๅ‘ณใฏ่–„ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็งปๅ‹•ๆ™‚็”จใฎๅฟ…่ฆๆœ€ไฝŽ้™ใฎ้ฃŸๆ–™ใงไฝœใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ“ใฏไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ไฝœใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸๆ‰‹ๅ‰ใ€ๆ–‡ๅฅใฏ่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆ้จŽๅฃซใฎ่จ“็ทดใซๆฒก้ ญใ—ใฆใŸ่„ณ็ญ‹ๅฅณใ ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€่‰ฏใๆ–™็†ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใญใ€‚็ทด็ฟ’ใ—ใฆใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ไปŠใ•ใ‚‰ใฃใจ็งใฎใ“ใจ่ฒถใ—ใŸใ ใ‚? 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่ฒดๆ—ใฏ่‰ฏใ„็‰ฉ้ฃŸในใฆๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰็š†ใ‚คใ‚ฑใƒกใƒณใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹? ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใใ†ใงใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใชใ€่จ‚ๆญฃ่จ‚ๆญฃใ€‚ ใ€Œไธ€ๅฟœใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆปžๅœจใ—ใฆๅŠ›ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ—ใฆใ€ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅบ•ไธŠใ’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใตใ‚€......ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ›ใ‚’ใถใฃๆฎบใ—ใซ่กŒใใ‚“ใ ! ใ‚ใ€ใคใ„ใงใซ่…น้ป’ๅทซๅฅณใ‚‚ใ€ๅœŸไธ‹ๅบงใงๆณฃใใชใŒใ‚‰่ฌใ‚‰ใ›ใŸๅพŒใ€ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใซๅฃฒใ‚Š้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใŒ่ณผๅ…ฅใ—ใฆ้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชไป˜ใ‘ใฆไธ€็”Ÿ็Šฌใฎๆง˜ใซๅƒ•ใฎๆค…ๅญๅฝนใงใ‚‚ใ‚„ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ‹ใชใจใ„ใ†ๅ‹ขใ„ใงใŠไป•็ฝฎใใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ !ใ€ ใ€Œ็ตๆง‹ๅ…ทไฝ“็š„ใซใŠไป•็ฝฎใใฎๅ†…ๅฎนๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใช......ใ€ ใพใใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’่ฟŽใˆใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ใใฎใคใ„ใงใซๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ›้”ใจไธ€็ท’ใซ้Šใ‚“ใงใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€‚ใพใใ‚ใฎ่…น้ป’ๅทซๅฅณใฏ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ๆฑบ้—˜ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆๅฃๅ‡บใ—ใ—ใฆใใŸใ—ใ€ๆ„ๅ‘ณไธๆ˜Žใช่จ€ๅ‹•ใงใŠ้ขๆŒใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’่„…ใ—ใฆใŸใ—ใ€ใƒžใ‚ธ่จฑใ™ใพใ˜ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ๅœŸไธ‹ๅบงใ•ใ›ใŸใ‚ใจ้ ญ่ธใ‚“ใงใ‚„ใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚้ก”้ขๆฎดๆ‰“ใฏไบŒใ€ไธ‰็™บใ˜ใ‚ƒๅŽใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎๆจใฟใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚’ๅ›ณใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฝ“้ขใฎ็›ฎๆจ™ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใช......็งใซไฝ•ใ‹ๅŠ›ใซใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆ•‘ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸๆฉใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใพใ็‰นใซใชใ„ใญใ€ ใ‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’ใฐใฃใ•ใ‚Š่จ€ใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใฎใŒๅƒ•ใฎๆ€งๅˆ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ใใฎ่พบใฏไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใใ€‚ใพใ่‹ฅๅนฒใ‚„ใ‚Š้ŽใŽๆ„ŸใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎ่พบใฏไป•ๆ–นใชใ„! ่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ใ“ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅพŒใ€…ๅพŒๆ‚”ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใชใ„ใจใญ! ใใฎ็ตๆžœ่ชฐใ‹ใŒๅ‚ทไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ›ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‚ทไป˜ใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใงใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹ๅ›ฐใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใคใงใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ€ๅŠ›ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏ้ ผใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๆ‡ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใชใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡......ไธๆ€่ญฐใ ใ€ ไธ‰ไบบใงใ€่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใงๆทปใ„ๅฏใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใง่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ใŠๅง‰ใ•ใ‚“ใจๅฐใ•ใ„ๅฆนใจใจใ‚‚ๅ–ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ€งๆ ผใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใฉใฃใกใ‚‚ๅญไพ›ใ ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใฎๅคงใใชๅญไพ›ใจใ€ๅฐใ•ใชๅญไพ›ใฟใŸใ„ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใฃ......ใใ…ใ…......ใฃ......ใฃใฏใ!ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹่ฆ–็•Œใฎ็ซฏใงใ€ใ•ใฃใๆ‹พใฃใฆใใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒ่ตทใไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ๅคงใใๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆใ€้•ทใ€…ใจๆฌ ไผธใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€่ปฝๅฟซใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใ€ใ‚ฌใ‚ทใ‚ฌใ‚ทใจ้ ญใ‚’ๆŽปใใชใŒใ‚‰่ƒกๅใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใง็”ทๅ‹ใ‚Šใชๆ€งๆ ผใชใ‚“ใ ใชใใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฏ็™–ใชใฎใ‹ใƒœใ‚ตใƒœใ‚ตใซใชใฃใŸ็™ฝใ„้ซชใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใง่ปฝใๆขณใ‹ใ™ใจใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฏใผใ‘ใŸๆง˜ใช็žณใŒใ€ใคใ‚‰ใคใ‚‰ใจ็งปๅ‹•ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใจ็œผใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ ใ‚“ใ ใ‚“ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็›ฎใซๆ„่ญ˜ใŒใฏใฃใใ‚Š่ฆš้†’ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใฃ!? ใŠๅ‰่ชฐใ ใ‚ˆ!? ใฆใ‹ใ€ใ“ใ“ใฉใ“?ใ€ ไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šใ€็”ทๅ‹ใ‚Šใชๆ€งๆ ผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅฃ่ชฟใ‚‚ๅฅณใฎๅญใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใ€ๅง‰ๅพก่‚Œใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใคใญใ€‚ๅ›ใŒใ‚ใฃใกใฎๆ–นใซๅ€’ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰้‹ใ‚“ใงใใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ......ใ‚ใƒผใ€ใ‚ใƒผใ‚ใƒผ! ใฏใ„ใฏใ„! ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใญใ€ใ‚Šใ‚‡ใƒผใ‹ใ„ใ‚Šใ‚‡ใƒผใ‹ใ„ใ€่ฌŽใฏๅ…จใฆ่งฃใ‘ใŸใ€ ใ€Œ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”ŸๆŽขๅตใฟใŸใ„ใซ่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ......ใพใๅ€’ใ‚ŒใฆใŸๆ‰€ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใ€ๆœจใซๅฏ„ใฃๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๅฏใฆใŸใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใƒผ......ใ‚ใฏใฏใฃใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ๆ‚ชใ„ใ€ๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ•ใ›ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใƒผใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฟซๆดปใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใช้ญ”็ฃใฎๅ‡บใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆž—ใฎไธญใงๅฏใ‚‹ใจใฏใ€้šๅˆ†ใจ่‚ใŒๆฎใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ•ใ›ใŸใ“ใจใ‚„ใ€้‹ใ‚“ใงใใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ใŠ็คผใ‚„่ฌ็ฝชใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณไธญใ€…ไบบๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใ‚‚่‰ฏใ•ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ๅŒๆ€งใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฎไบบ้–“ใ ใญใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ‹ใƒƒใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ‹ใ‚Šใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซ่ถณใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚Šใจ้•ทใ„่ถณใฏ้•ทใ‚บใƒœใƒณใซๅŒ…ใพใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€็™ฝใ„้ซชใฏๅฏ็™–ใŒๆ‰€ใ€…ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใŠๅฐปใฎใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใพใงใจ้•ทใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Š็‰นๅพด็š„ใชใฎใฏใ€ๆœˆใฎๆง˜ใช่ผใใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸใ€้Š€่‰ฒใฎ็žณใ€‚ๆ›ดใซ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ๅทฆ็œผใฎ็žณๅญ”ใซใ€Žโ˜†ใ€ใฎใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใง่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ๅธใ„่พผใพใ‚Œใใ†ใชๆœˆใฎ้ญ…ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ”พใค็žณใฏใ€ๅฟซๆดปใชๅคช้™ฝใฎๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใจใฏ่ฃ่…นใซใ€ๅนณ้™ใ‚’ไฟใฃใŸๆฐด้ขใฎๆง˜ใช่ฝใก็€ใใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใพใๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ—ใŸใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใฎ็ธใฃใฆไบ‹ใง......้‡Ž่œใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใ€ใฉใ†?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ใญใ‡ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใใ„ใŸใ ใใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟ้”ใ€่‰ฏใ„ไบบใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏ็œŸ้ข็›ฎใงๅ„ชใ—ใ„้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใง้€šใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅ›ฐใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฏใŠไบ’ใ„ๆง˜ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆญฃ้ขใซๅบงใฃใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰้‡Ž่œใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใฎๅ…ฅใฃใŸๅ™จใจๆœจใฎใ‚นใƒ—ใƒผใƒณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฟซๆดปใซ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใซๅฃใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€ใตใจๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸๆง˜ใซ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ‚ชใ„ๆ‚ชใ„ใ€่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใŒๅ…ˆใ ใฃใŸใชใ€‚ใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใฏใƒ•ใƒญใƒชใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใƒซใƒ•ใ‚กใƒซใƒ‰ใ€็ตๆง‹ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ๅๅ‰ใ ใ‚?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใปใฉๆ€งๆ ผใจๅๅ‰ใŒๆญฃๅๅฏพใชไบบใฏ่ฟ‘ๅนด็จ€ใซ่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒใƒใƒใƒ! ใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใ‚‚ใใ†ๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ใพใใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใซใฏไผผๅˆใ‚ใชใ„ๅๅ‰ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจไผผๅˆใ†ๅฅดใŒไป–ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใญใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ„ใŸใ ใใพใ™ใ€ ๅๅ‰ใซใ“ใ ใ‚ใ‚Šใฏ็„กใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆฐ—ใซใ›ใšใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใ‚’ๅฃใซใ™ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใƒญใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซๆญณใฏๅนพใคใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ๅฅณๆ€งใซๆญณใ‚’่žใใฎใฏๅคฑ็คผใซๅ€คใ™ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ•ใƒญใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆๆตใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใใ†ใชๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใƒญใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅนพใคใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚? ใ‚ใ‚ใ€็ขบใ‹19ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡ใ€็ตๆง‹ๅคงไบบใณใฆ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€ใพใ่‰ฒใ€…ใจๆ—…ใ‚“ไธญใง็ตŒ้จ“ใ—ใฆใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ่ญท่บซ่ก“ใจใ‹ใ‚‚ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ—......็พŽๅ‘ณใ„ใชใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šไธ€ใคๅนดไธŠใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็™ฝ้ซชใฎไบบใฃใฆ็ตๆง‹ๅคšใ„ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€‚ไปŠไผšใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ€ไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ€ใƒ•ใƒญใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไธ‰ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใพใ‚Š็ใ—ใใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ้ป’้ซชใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎไป–ใซใฏ่ฆš้†’ๅ‰ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไฝใ—ใ‹่ฆ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ใ‚ใ€ใกใชใฟใซๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฏ้ซช่‹ฅๅนฒๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่Œถ่‰ฒใซๆŸ“ใ‚ใฆใŸใ€‚ๅฟƒๅบ•ใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใพใใใ‚Œใฏ็ฝฎใ„ใจใใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชใจใ“ใ‚ใงๅฏใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใˆใฐๅ˜˜ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ธใฟ่กŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„้ ˜ๅˆ†ใฃใฆใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใƒญใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซ่กŒใไบˆๅฎšใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ๆ‚ชใ„ใ€ใใฎใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใฎๆญขใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„? ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚€ใš็—’ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†? ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใƒญใƒชๅงใ•ใ‚“ใงใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆ‚ชๆ„ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใชใใ‚ชใ‚ค......ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใง็ตฑไธ€ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ€ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€ๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใŒๅงใ•ใ‚“ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใฏไปŠๅฆนๆŽขใ—ใฎๆ—…ใฎ้€”ไธญใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆ™ฎๆฎตใฏไธ€็ท’ใซๆ—…ใ—ใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ™‚ใ€…ๆ–นๅ‘้Ÿณ็—ดใชใฎใ‹ใตใ‚‰ใฃใจใฉใฃใ‹่กŒใใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡ใ€ๅฆนใ‹ใ......ใฉใ‚“ใชๅญใชใฎ? ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใจใช......้ซชใฏ้ป’้ซชใงโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ใ€Œๆœ€ๅพŒใพใง่จ€ใ‚ใ›ใ‚ใ‚ˆ!?ใ€ ้ป’้ซชใฎๆ™‚็‚นใง่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚่ชฐใ ใ‚ˆใ‚ฝใƒฌใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹้ป’้ซชใฎไบบๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅƒ•ไธ€ไบบ้ป’้ซชใงใ‚ขใ‚ฆใ‚งใƒผใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐๆ‚ชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใพใใ€้ป’้ซชใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใจใ„ใˆใฐๅƒ•ๅฅฝใฟใ ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏๆ…ฃใ‚Œ่ฆชใ—ใ‚“ใ ้ป’้ซชใฎๆ–นใŒๅฅฝใใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฉใ†ใ‚‚่ชฟๅญใฎ็‹‚ใ†ๅฅดใ ใชใŠๅ‰......ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ€ไธ€ๅฟœๅๅ‰ใ ใ‘ๆ•™ใˆใจใใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€Žใ‚ฏใƒญใ‚จใƒปใ‚ขใƒซใƒ•ใ‚กใƒซใƒ‰ใ€ใ€‚้ป’้ซชใ‚’ใ“ใ†......่‚ฉใ‚ˆใ‚Šใกใ‚‡ใ„้•ทใ‚ใซไผธใฐใ—ใŸไฝใซใ—ใฆใ€้ป’ๆœใงใƒžใƒ•ใƒฉใƒผ็€ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใจ็œผใŒ็ถบ้บ—ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใฎๅฆนใ ใž? ไธ–็•Œไธ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใซๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ€ ใ€Œๆ–ญ็„ถๆŽขใ™ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ไผšใฃใŸใ‚‰ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใŠ่Œถใซ่ช˜ใ†ใญใ€ ใ€Œใพใšใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใซๆ•™ใˆใ‚ใ‚ˆ!? ไฝ•ๅฃ่ชฌใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ‚“ใ !ใ€ ใพใๅ†—่ซ‡ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ใ†ใ‚“ๅ†—่ซ‡ๅ†—่ซ‡ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฏใ‚นใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒซใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€ใŠใฃใฑใ„ใ ใฃใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅคงใใ„ใ€‚็พŽไบบใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฆนใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ•ใžๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใช? ใ‚ฝใƒฌใซ้ป’้ซชใฃใฆ่ฉฑใ ใ—ใ€ไธญใ€…ไผšใฃใฆใฟใŸใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ‚ขใ‚ฟใ‚ทใฏใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใฎ่ก—ใธ่กŒใใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•......ใพใๅฆนใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ‚‰ๆฌกไผšใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซใงใ‚‚ๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใ€ใ”ใกใใ†ใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚็พŽๅ‘ณใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€่ฉฑใŒไธ€ๆฎต่ฝใ—ใŸๆ‰€ใงๅงใ•ใ‚“ใŒ็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่ท็‰ฉใ‚’่ƒŒ่ฒ ใฃใฆใ€ใใฎใพใพๅŽปใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅถ็„ถใซใ‚‚ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๆ–นๅ‘ใฏๅƒ•้”ใจๅŒใ˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅƒ•้”ใจๅŒใ˜่ก—ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ“ใ“ใงๅˆฅใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚่ก—ใพใง้€ใฃใฆ่กŒใ‘ใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใใฎๆ–นใŒใ‚ˆใฃใฝใฉๅŠน็Ž‡็š„ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅงใ•ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ‚‚ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใฎ่ก—ใซ่กŒใใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ไน—ใฃใฆใ‹ใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใชใฎ? ใ‚“ใƒผใจ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ้ ผใ‚€ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใ‚‚็พŽๅ‘ณใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ ใฃใฆใ•ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€......ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใฎๆ–™็†ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ๅˆใŒๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใชใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅคงๆ–นใฎ้“ๅ…ทใ‚’็‰‡ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ€่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใซไน—ใ›ใŸใ€‚ๆ–™็†้“ๅ…ทไฝใ—ใ‹ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ—ใ€็‰‡ไป˜ใ‘ใฏๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„ๆ—ฉใ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚ใพใŸๅพก่€…ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ไปปใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ็ถšใใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใŒ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใซไน—ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅพก่€…ๅฐใซใฏใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅบงใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‡บ็™บใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใฏๆ•ดใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใธๆ€ฅใ”ใ†ใ€‚
Beautiful Silver Moon Now then, like a kidnapper, I've brought a mature beautiful woman with long white hair, but Leila and the others doesn't seem at all surprised upon seeming me taking along someone with me, and even when I load the woman into the carriage, they seem don't seem to be concerned about it. Well, there's also the case when I brought Nico-chan with me, so most likely they don't particularly mind about something like this anymore. After that, I eat the food that Rishe-chan has prepared, and take a break. As usual, Rishe-chan's cooking is of quite a high quality. Yes, it's delicious. Oh, by the way, what we are having are canned food and bread. Also, there's a dish made by Rishe-chan. It's a vegetable soup, but as a side dish, it's first-class. Well, the flavor is quite on the light side, but given the fact that it was made with bare minimum ingredients as we're currently in the middle of a journey, it can't be helped. She made it for us, so I'm in no place to complain about it. "Rishe-chan, even though you're just a muscle-brained girl who does nothing but knight training, you sure know how to cook. Did you practice it back home?" "You just casually made fun of me just now, didn't you? Come on, say it again, I'll cook you for sure." "Ahaha, I'm famous for never making fun of another in my whole life, you know? As if I'd ever make fun of you." "... Well, fine, I'm an adult, so I'll just let it slide... at first, my wish to become a knight was opposed by my father, so I decided to become a knight apprentice in resistance... Along the way, before my father approved of my wish to become a knight, I ran away from home, after all... that way, I had to cook for myself. And so, I asked Eira-san to teach me how to cook." Adult she says, what a word even though she's a year younger than me. Well, I can also cook to a certain extent, but now that I know she has such a reason, it's understandable. Rishe-chan unexpectedly has quite a high girl-power, huh. "Thanks for the food... there doesn't seem to be anything to do, so let's take a break for a while." "Yeah, let's do... it looks like Leila was bored, too, and has fallen asleep." "... Yeah, really, what a free-spirited girl she is." When I turn towarad where Rishe-chan is pointing at, I can see the figure of Leila-chan who's taking a nap with Nico-chan in the carriage. She must have been very bored... but well, it's true that there's nothing interesting around here, though. By the way, the long white-haired beautiful woman I brought here is lying down a bit away from them. It's a good thing that we bought a sleeping bag for just such an occasion. I'm fine, though, because I can create a futon from the miasma. "By the way, Kitsune-kun... we're heading to Rookshade Kingdom, I get that, but what's your plan there?" Then, for the first time, Higurd-san joins our conversation. His beard and hair, which had been left grown unattended, are now well groomed, and he has turned into a good-looking refreshing dandy uncle. Since Nico-chan is so much of a raw gem, I had expected Higurd-san to be quite good-looking himself, but for sure he's pretty good-looking. Or rather, it's that right? Nobles are all good-looking because they eat only good food, or something? Ah, Duke Orba didn't seem to be the case, huh, correction correction. "For the time being, I'm intending to stay there for a while to improve my strength. I'm going to level up and improve my prowess." "Hmm... and after that?" "I'm going to beat the fake hero to death! Oh, while I'm at it, I'm thinking of punishing that black-hearted miko as well, after making her cry and apologize on her knees, I'd sell her to a slave trader, buy her myself right after, and put a slave collar on her, so that I can have her be my chair for the rest of her life, like a dog!" "Quite a specific punishment, you've got there...." Well, such a think actually doesn't really matter, all I want is to go get Finia-chan and Lulu-chan back. While I'm at it, though, I'll play together with the fake hero and his friends for a bit. Well, I'm not going to forgive that black-hearted miko, though. She blabbered about that duel or something, she acted in such a dubious way, and above all, she threatened Lulu-chan and Finia-chan, she's simply unforgivable. The least I could do is to make her get down on her knees and step on her head. A couple of punches to the face alone won't be enough to settle down this grudge. "Well, in any case, our short-term goal is to level up." "I see... If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know, I owe you my life, after all." "No, well, nothing comes to mind really." Ah, he looks a little depressed now. It's in my nature to say what I want to say, so I hope you don't blame me for that. I do think that's a bit over the top, but you can't blame me for that! You have to say what you want to say, so that you won't regret it later! If someone gets hurt as a result, it's not my fault. The one who gets hurt is the one at fault. Because, that's the case for me. "Well, that's all well and good in itself. But if you ever have any problems, feel free to tell me about it, I'll help you." "Ah, yes. I'll rely on you then." "Nico also seems to have grown attached to Leila, after all." "She sure does... miraculously." The three of us laugh bitterly at Leila-chan and Nico-chan, who are sleeping together in the charriage. Appearance-wise, they may look like a big sister and a little sister, but personality-wise, they are both children. They seem more like a big child and a small child. "Hm... kuuh... n... haa!" As I'm thinking about this, out of the corner of my sight as I'm looking at Leila-chan and Nico-chan, the girl I previously picked up seems to be waking up. After opening her mouth wide and letting out a long yawn, she casually raises her body, and sits cross-legged while scratching her head. That alone tells me that she has a tomboyish personality. She lightly combs her ruffled white bed-hair with her hand, and begins to check her surroundings. And then, her seemingly half-awake eyes moves in a daze, before meeting my gaze. And then, as we stare at each other for a while, consciousness gradually returns into her eyes. "Eh?! Who the hell are you?! Or rather, where am I?" As expected, she seems to have a tomboy personality. Rather than girlish, her voice is also more of big sister-ish. "Umm, I'm Kitsune. I found you lying over there, so I brought you here." "Huh? ... Ah, aahh! Yes, yes! So that's the case, I see, I see, all the mysteries are solved." "Can you not phrase it like a high school detective?" "But still... Well, I'm grateful for you saving me as I was unconscious, but... I was actually only sleeping against a tree... Ahaha, sorry, sorry, looks like I gave you the wrong impression." Then she smiles cheerfuly and says so. To sleep in the forest where there is a possibility of demonic beasts appearing, it seems that she has quite a lot of guts. However, the fact that she still shows her gratitude and apology for both misleading me and having me carried here means that this girl seems to be quite good-natured. She's the type of person who is popular with the same sex. As I think that, she grins before getting off the carriage, and puts her feet on the ground. Her long, slender legs are wrapped in long pants, and her white hair is long, down to her hips, despite having several bed hair in some places. The most distinctive feature is her silver eyes, which have a moon like glow. In addition, a {} symbol can be seen etched in the pupil of her left eye. Her eyes that emit the charm of the moon, contrary to her sun-like cheerful smile, she gives off a calm air like a still water surface. "Hmm... let's see. Even if it's only a misunderstanding, it's still a fate that we meet each other... want some vegetable soup?" "Oh, thanks, I'll gratefully impose on you then. You're good people." "I carry myself as an honest and kind boy, after all, so I like to help people in trouble." She sits in front of me, smiling cheerfully as she accepts a bowl of vegetable soup and a wooden spoon from Rishe-chan. Then, as she's about to sip the soup, she looks up as if she suddenly realizes something. "Sorry, Sorry, I guess I should introduce myself first. I'm Floria Alphard, that's a pretty cute name, isn't it?" "Yes, it's rare to see someone with such a polar opposite personality and name nowadays." "Hahahaha! I agree with you, well, it's a name that's unsuitable for me. I'm sure there's someone out there that would fit this name better. Well then, let's dig in." Perhaps feeling nothing particular about her own name, without minding much about it, Floria-chan sips her soup. By the way, I wonder how old is she? I heard that it's rude to ask a woman about her age, but I have a feeling that Floria-chan will just laugh it off. "How old are you, Floria-chan?" "Hmm? Umm, I'm about 19, I think?" "Oh, you look quite like a mature person, though." "Hmm, well, I think it's because I've gained a lot of experience as I travel to various places. I can also do some stuff like self-defense techniques or something... It's tasty." Apparently, she's one year older than me. Nevertheless, there sure are quite a few people with white hair. Including Floria-chan who I just met, there are Leila-chan and Apostle-chan which makes three people. I wonder if it isn't that unusual? The only other person with black hair besides me that I've seen is Leila-chan before her awakening. Ah, by the way the fake hero's hair was more or less light brown. Something that I don't really care about. Well, leaving that aside, I wonder why she slept in a place like this? I'd be lying if I say I'm not interested, but there are some territories you shouldn't tread on so carelessly. "Where do you plan to go, Floria-chan?" "Oh... sorry, but can you stop with that chan thing? It feels kind of itchy." "Is that so? Then Big sis Lori." "Oi, I feel some kind of malicious spirit there... Then at least simplify it into Big sis." Thus, I get to call her Big sis. "At any rate, I'm in the middle of a journey to find my sister. We're usually traveling together, but sometimes she suddenly goes off somewhere due to her poor sense of direction." "Oh, little sister, huh... What's she like? Maybe I've seen her before, you know?" "Mmm, let's see... her hair is black...." "Oh, sorry, I've never seen her before." "At least let me finish my explanation first!" The fact that she has black hair alone means I've never seen her. Who the heck is that? Or rather, there's actually someone with black hair, huh. I'm a bit relieved now. I've been the only one with black hair, so I feel being away here, and that's somewhat uncomfortable, you know? Well, speaking of black-haired girls, they are my favorite. As expected, I prefer black hair that I'm more accustomed to. "Haa... quite a peculiar personality you've got there... but well, whatever, I'll at least tell you her name just in case. Kuroe Alphard. Her black hair is around... there, a bit past her shoulder long, she wears black outfit and scarf. Oh, also her eyes are pretty." "Hmm, is she cute?" "She's my sister you know? So of course she's the prettiest girl in the world." "I'll be sure to look for her. When I find her, I'll ask her to have some tea first." "Tell me first! Why are you trying to hit on her?!" Well, I'm just kidding, though, yup, joking joking. But it's true that Big sis has a good figure, and her boobs are as big as Leila-chan's. She's such a beautiful woman, so her sister must be cute as well, right? Moreover, it's said that she has black hair, so of course I want to meet all the more. "Well then, I'm heading to the town down the road, so... Well, if you meet my sister, let me know the next time we meet. Thanks for the soup. It was very good." Then, when the conversation is over, Big sis stands up. Carrying her luggage that was left in the carriage, she seems to be intending to depart right away. However, by chance, she is heading in the same direction as us. It seems that she is heading to the same town as us. In this case, we don't have to part here, as we could just head to the city together. It's much more efficient that way. "Big sis, we are also heading to the town ahead, you know? Would you like a ride?" "Huh? Oh, really? Then... please take care of me. And the soup was good, after all." "You hear that, Rishe-chan?" "Mmm... This makes me want to put more effort in our future dishes." Saying so, Rishe-chan and I tidy up the utensils and put them on the carriage. We only put out the cooking utensils, and the cleanup is relatively quick. "Well then, Higurd-san. I'll leave the coachman to you again." "Yeah, leave it to me." "Much obliged." Saying so, I and Rishe, followed by Big sis, get on the carriage. And then, Higurd-san sits on the coachman seat. The preparation to depart is now complete. Well then, let's rush toward the next town.
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โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใชๆ”ฏใˆใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ไฝ•ๆ•…่ฒดๆ–นใฏใใ‚“ใช็œผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ไฝ•ๆ•…้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’ๅบ‡ใ†ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ไบบ้–“ใชใฎใซใ€ๅผฑใใฆ่„†ใใฆใ€็งใซใฏๅˆฐๅบ•ๅŠใฐใชใ„ไบบ้–“ใชใฎใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆๆญฏๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆ้€ƒใ’ใชใ„ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใใ‚“ใชใ€ๆ„ๆ€ใฎ็ฑ ใฃใŸ็žณใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅฅชใŠใ†ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ็งใซใฏๅ…จใใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ•ตใ ใ€ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚็งใซใฏๅ…จใใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใซใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไบบ้–“ใฎไฝใพใ†ใ“ใฎๅคง้™ธใธใจ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธ–็•Œใฎๆบใ‚‰ใŽใฎๅŽŸๅ› ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ในใๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆญฉใ็ถšใ‘ใ€ๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏ้ญ”็ฃใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใจใ€่‡ช็„ถ้šœๅฎณใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใจใ€ๅ…จใฆใใฎๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๅŠ›ใงๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€Žๆต„ๅŒ–ใ€ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ€ไบบ้–“ใจ้ญ”ๆ—ใซใฎใฟไฝฟใ†ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใฏไบบ้–“้”ใซๅฎณ็‚บใ™ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ“ใซ็Ÿฅ่ƒฝใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏ็”Ÿๅญ˜็ซถไบ‰ใฎไธญใงใ€ๅทฑใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใซๅพ“ใ„ใ€็ฒพไธ€ๆฏ็”Ÿใใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‚’ใชใ‚“ใฎ่บŠ่บ‡ใ„ใ‚‚็„กใๆฎบใ™ใ€‚็”Ÿๅญ˜็ซถไบ‰ใฎไธญใง็”Ÿใใ‚‹ๅฝผใ‚‰ใซใฏใ€ๅŒใ˜ใๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใจใ„ใ†่‡ช็„ถใฎๆ‘‚็†ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆๅฏพๅฟœใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ–นใŒๅผทใ„ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผฑใ„้ญ”็ฃใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใŸใ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎใ“ใจใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใงใฏ้€†ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใ€Žๆต„ๅŒ–ใ€ใ™ใ‚‹ในใๅฏพ่ฑกใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใฏใ€ๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๆฌก็ฌฌใซๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใใ†ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใฎๅฟƒใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฅตใ‚ใ€ๅ–„ๆ„ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ่‰ฏๅฟƒ็š„ใชไบบ้–“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€Žๆต„ๅŒ–ใ€ใจใฏใ€ๆ‚ชๆ„ใซๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใ‚„ใ€็ฝชใ‚’็Šฏใ—ใŸไบบ้–“ใฎๅฟƒใ‚’ใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใ€่‚‰ไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็ด”็ฒ‹ใช้ญ‚ใ ใ‘ใ‚’้–‹ๆ”พใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ‚ชๆ„ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใ€Žๆต„ๅŒ–ใ€ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไบบๆ”ซใ„ใ€ๅผทๅงฆ้ญ”ใ€ๅฑฑ่ณŠใ€ๆฎบไบบ่€…ใ€ๆณฅๆฃ’ใ€ๅพฉ่ฎใ€ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸๆ‚ชๆ„ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹็ฝชใ‚’็Šฏใ™ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใ€Žๆต„ๅŒ–ใ€ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€Žๆ‚ชๆ„ใ€ใจใฏใ€็ฅžใŒๅ‰ตใ‚Šใ ใ—ใŸๅฐคใ‚‚ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚็ฅžใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’็›ฎๆจ™ใซๆŽฒใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ่ฆ‹้€ƒใ›ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใŸๆ€’ใ‚Šใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฝขๅฎนใ—้›ฃใ„ๅพฉ่ฎๅฟƒใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ‹•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ใใฎๅŠ›ใงๆŒใฃใฆๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใ€ใใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๅŽใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆšใˆใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใฎๆญฃใ—ใ„ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆฎบใ—ใฏใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅฅชใ†็จ‹ๅบฆใฎใ“ใจใฏใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ“ใง็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใฃใŸไบŒไบบใ€‚ ไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใจใ‚‚ใ‹ใใ€้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใฏๆƒ…ใ‘ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏๆฏ›้ ญใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๆ‚ชใงใ€ไฝ•ใฎ็ฝชใ‚‚ใชใ„่€…ใ‚’ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚‚ใชใๆฎบใ™ใ€‚ใ€Žไฝฟๅพ’ใ€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ€่ฆ‹้€ƒใ™็ญˆใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆœ€ๅˆใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใงใฏใชใๅฏงใ‚ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฎ่ญฆๅ‘Šใฎใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๅŠ›ใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€็”Ÿ็‰ฉใฏๆœฌ่ƒฝ็š„ใซ้€ƒ่ตฐใ‚’้ธใถใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅฑŠใๅพ—ใ‚‹็‰ฉใ ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใธใฎ่ขซๅฎณใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆๆˆฆใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ›ฝใฎๅค–ใธใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’่ช˜ๅฐŽใ—ใ€ไฝ•ใฎ็ฝชใ‚‚ใชใ„ไบบใ€…ใธใฎ่ขซๅฎณใฏๆœ€ๅฐ้™ใซๅŽใ‚ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๅฐคใ‚‚่ฟ‘ใใซใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใซ้€ƒ่ตฐใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใจใ€ใพใšใฏ่ญฆๅ‘Šใงๅฝผๆˆ‘ใฎๅทฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใคใ‘ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ฅžๆฎบใ—ใŒใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฆ„ๆƒณใฎไธญใง24ๅ›žไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๆป…ใผใ—ใŸ็”ทใ ใžใ€ ๅฝผใฏ้€ƒใ’ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚้€†โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใซใฏใ‚ฝใƒฌใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’ไบบ้–“ใŒๅบ‡ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ๆจใฆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช่กŒๅ‹•ใฎใ€ๅ‹•ๆฉŸใŒ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‹ใญใพใ™ใŒ......้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’ๅบ‡ใŠใ†ใจ่จ€ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€่ฒดๆ–นใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใงใ™ใ€‚้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚‚ใ‚ใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ 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ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใฆ้ข็™ฝใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆƒนใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ€ใŠ่“ๅญใ‚’ใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใซๅญไพ›ใŒๅฏ„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใงใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆก”้ŸณใซๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ไบซๅ—ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ญˆใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่จ€ใฃใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็„ก่ฌ€ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใซใฏใฃใใ‚Šใจใ€่‡ชไฟกใซๆบ€ใกใŸๆง˜ใชๅฃฐ้Ÿณใงใใ†่จ€ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆ€ใ‚ใšๆฏใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…้€ƒใ’ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใ†่จ€ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใซๆ€ใ‚ใšใ€่ฆ‹ๆƒšใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ“ใซๅฑ…ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใŒ่ญทใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใงใฏใชใใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใ’ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใ‚“ใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่ƒธใฎ้ซ˜้ณดใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸใ€‚ ๅฟƒ่‡“ใŒๅคงใใ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ—ใ€ไฝ“ๅ†…ใฎ่ก€ๆถฒใŒไธ€ๆฐ—ใซ็†ฑใใชใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใจ็•™ใพใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅฟƒ่‡“ใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใจใ€ไฝ•ใ‹่พผใฟไธŠใ’ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ่†จใ‚ŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ้ก”ใŒ็†ฑใ„ใ€็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใซ็†ฑใ„ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใŒๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไบ‹ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅคœใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฎใซ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซใฏใฏใฃใใ‚Šๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ไปŠใพใงใฎ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใจโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ้•ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ‚…ใ†ใฃใจ่ƒธใŒ็ท ใ‚ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซๅ›šใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ‹ๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅ™›ใ‚“ใงใ€็œ‰ใŒๅˆ‡ใชใ’ใซใƒใฎๅญ—ใซใคใ‚Šใ‚ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚่†จใ‚ŒไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ๅคงใใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใซใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใ˜ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚Šใจๆถ™ใŒๆบขใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅˆ‡ใชใใฆใ€่‹ฆใ—ใใฆใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅซŒใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ใใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใ—ใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ่ƒธใฎไธญใงๅคงใใใชใฃใฆใ€ๅ ชใˆๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใชใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฎๆ˜‚ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญ......ๅ›......ใ€ ๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใณใ€ใพใŸๅฟƒ่‡“ใŒๅคงใใ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ…......ใชใซใ€ใ“ใ‚Œ......็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„......ใ“ใ‚“ใชใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ‰......!ใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใธใจไธ€ๆญฉใšใค่ฟ‘ใฅใใ€้€†ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ๆญฉใšใค้›ขใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ใใฎๅพŒใ‚ๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใฝใ‚ใฝใ‚ใจๆถ™ใ‚’ๆบขใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่ƒธใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใใฎใพใพๅœฐ้ขใซใธใŸใ‚Š่พผใฟใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ƒŒไธญใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ™ใ€‚ๅฑŠใ‹ใชใ„ใใฎๆ‰‹ใฏใ€็ฉบใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงใฏ่™šใ—ใๅ‹•ใใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›......่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใงใ‡......!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใ†ๆบขใ—ใฆใ€ๅฐใ•ใชๅญไพ›ใฎๆง˜ใซๅ—šๅ’ฝใ‚’ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......่ฒดๆ–นใฏ็งใซๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹ๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ......ใ“ใ“ใงใŠๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ ใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใจๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใใ‚Œใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ‚‚็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใงใ€็žณใซใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใฎ่ตทไผใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใซใ‚ใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒๅคงไบ‹ใชใฎใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅคงไบ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ๆญฃ็›ดๆญปใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰็›ดใใซใงใ‚‚ๆญปใ‚“ใงใปใ—ใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ......ใงใ‚‚โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ใใ“ใงไธ€ๆ—ฆ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅŒบๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚ŒใฏไปŠใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅญใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใ ใ€่ขซๅฎณๅฑŠใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸ่ฆšใˆใฏใพใ ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒ......ๅบ‡ใŠใ†ใจ่จ€ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€่ฒดๆ–นใ‚‚ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ไผš่ฉฑใฏ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ ใ€ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซๆก”้Ÿณใจใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใŠไบ’ใ„ๆง‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๆˆ‘ใฎๅทฎใฏๆญด็„ถใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅ‹ใคๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏไธ€็‰‡ใŸใ‚Šใจใ‚‚ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ“ใง็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆญปใฌใ€‚ใใ†ใชใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๆžœใŸใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ–œใ‚“ใ ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ๆ™ฎๆฎตใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅฟƒใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ไพฎ่”‘ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅใ็ถšใ‘ใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ€ๅ–œใถ็ญˆใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ๆœ€ๅˆใฏใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸๆฐ—ใพใใ‚Œใ ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆญปใฌใฎใ‚’ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏๅ…จใๅ–œใณใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ€็ตๅฑ€ใฎๆ‰€ไปŠใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆญปใฌใฎใ‚’่‰ฏใ—ใจใ—ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ใ†ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใฆ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ไปŠใพใงใ‚‚ใใ†ใ—ใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใซใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ใงใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๅ‘ไธŠใ•ใ›ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ๆœ€้ซ˜้€Ÿๅบฆใงใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใซ็ชๆ’ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏๅ”็ชใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใจๅฟƒใฎๅ†…ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็กฌ็›ดใ•ใ›ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ‡ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่จฑใ™ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ใใพใงใ‚‚ๆก”้ŸณใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ€‚ๆ€ช็‰ฉใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏๅฝผใŒๆ‡ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใ‚ˆใ†ใŒใ€ๅฏพๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅๅˆ†ไปฅไธŠใซๆ™‚้–“ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎ่…น้ƒจใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใฒใ‚‰ใ‚Šใจ่บฑใ™ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ้š™ใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่…นใธใ€้€†ใซ่นดใ‚Šใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒกใ‚ญใƒกใ‚ญใจๆฒˆใ‚€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่ถณใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ†…่‡“ใ‚’ๅœง่ฟซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ”ใตใฃ......! ใพใ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใพใ !ใ€ ใ ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ่นดใ‚Šใฎใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ‚’ไธ€่บซใซๅ—ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่ถณใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๆ‰ใˆใŸใ€‚็—›ใฟใ‚’็„กๅŠนใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๆ€ฏใพใšใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆจใฆ่บซใฎๆˆฆ่ก“ใ€‚็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใฎใพใพใ ใŒใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใซ้ฉšใใคใคใ€ๆฌกใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใซ็งปใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃโ€•โ€•โ€•!ใ€ ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚้–“ๅˆใ„ใŒ่ฟ‘ใ„ใจๆงใŒไธŠๆ‰‹ใๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅœฐ้ขใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่ถณใง่ทณใณใ€ใใฎใพใพๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ ญใธใจ่ธต่ฝใจใ—ใ‚’ๅฉใ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚่‚‰ใ‚’ๅฉใ้ŸณใŒ้Ÿฟใใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏใใฎๅจๅŠ›ใซๅœฐ้ขใธใจ้ ญใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใพใ ๆ„่ญ˜ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚‚ใพใ ๆ”พใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅœฐ้ขใซ้ก”ใ‚’ๆ‰“ใกใคใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใงใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎ่ถณใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚Šใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ!ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......!ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใ€ใ•ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅพŒๅ‡บใ—ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒณใ‚ฑใƒณใฎๆง˜ใซ่ถณใ‚’ๅผ•ใใ€่บฑใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใงใฏใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใซใจใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‹•ใใ ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅๅˆ†้–“ใซๅˆใ†้€Ÿๅบฆใชใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใจใ€็ขบไฟกใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใฏ็งใซใฏๆ•ตใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅ‹•ใใฏ้…ใ™ใŽใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ‚‹ใ•ใ„ใช......! ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏๅƒ•ใŒไธ€็•ชๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ......!ใ€ ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ใ€่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…จ่บซใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใชใ‚“ใจใ‹็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅœฐ้ขใซ้ก”ใ‚’ๆ‰“ใกไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ผป่ก€ใฏๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็—ฃใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใซ่นดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ่…นใชใ‚“ใฆใ€่…น็ญ‹ใŒๅคงใใชใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๅ†…่‡“ใซใ‚‚ๅคงใใช่ฒ ่ทใŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฝผใฏ็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚็—›ใฟใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏๅ†ๅบฆใใฎๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใถใฃใŸใ€‚
--I don't understand. "It could be said that even Leila-chan's existence is kind of mental support for me." Why are you looking at me with such eyes? Why are you covering up for a demon? Even though you're human, weak, fragile, and stand no chance against me, why are you still opposing me? Why aren't you running away? Why, why are you glaring at me with such serious eyes? I don't understand. "If you want to take her away--" I don't understand, at all. "--then you're my enemy." I don't understand. I can't understand it, in the slightest. Initially, she-- Stella, had no intention to kill Kitsune. Ever since she step into the continent where human resided in, she moved with the sole intention to purify the hero, who was the cause of the world's instability. Step by step, anything that dared to step into her path, either it magical beast, or even the nature itself, she'd blast off all of it with only a single swing of her overwhelming power. Her 'purification' word, was applied to human and demon alike. Magical beasts were existence that tend to harm human, however they had no intelligence. They simply followed what their instinct told them in desperate to stay alive. Thus, they that didn't bear any ill intention, as far as Stella concerned, they weren't one of her purification target. Or rather, it could be said that they were better existence than human and demon. Nevertheless, she still unhesistantly killed them. To them that acted simply in struggle to stay alive, she simply acted according to the law of the jungle that they hold alike. --she was stronger, that was why she killed the one who was weaker than her. That was all. Then, contravesely speaking, would she indiscriminately kill any human and demon who were practically her 'purificacation' targets? The answer was no. She'd probe the mind of any human she met, and she wouldn't brandish her power to any upright human who hold virtuous mind. 'Purification' was, brandishing her power to separate and release the pure soul from the human who was tainted by ill will, and the body that had commited sin. Therefore, she'd 'purify' any human who act harboring ill will. Kidnaper, rapist, bandit, murderer, thief, vengeance, she'd 'purify' any human who commited any sin as such. It was because, 'evil' was the worst emotion that was created by God. Slaying God, for her who hold such a goal, she couldn't overlook that. That was why, the moment she arrived at the guild, the moment she perceived the anger that the adventurers hold toward the hero, as well as Kitsune's undescribable desire for revenge toward him, she moved. She blown off the guild with her power to subside those emotions. Wrath was one of the righteous feelings for any living being, that was why she didn't kill them, and intended to only make them fall unconscious. However, there were two person who she couldn't overlook. Naginata Kitsune (human) and Leila (demon), she wasn't intending to simply stop after putting them into unconsciousness. Leaving aside Kitsune who was human, she had no slightest intention to show any mercy to Leila who was demon. Demons were evil, they killed innocent people with no reason. And as an 'Apostle', she obviously had no intention to overlook her. The first attack, it wasn't done with intention to warn Leila, but Kitsune instead. Facing an overwhelming power, any living being would naturaly follow their instint and run away. After estimating how powerful Leila was, while making sure about their surroundings' safety, she intended to lead her to the outside of the country to minimize the possibily of warping the innocent people into their fight. That was why, she intended to make the closest human there, Kitsune, to run away, by showing just how distant apart their powers were. "What's up, god-slayer? Here, I'm the man that, in his mind, has destroyed this world no less than 24 times already, you know?" He didn't run away. On the contrary-- as if protecting Leila, he stood before her. She couldn't understand that. She couldn't understand why a human would protect a demon. She couldn't understand his reason that led him to act even as if with conviction to throw his life away. "...I don't understand what you're doing... but, if you insist on protecting that demon then, along with that demon, I'll purify you." "Ahaha, bring it on white-dress-chan... by the way if you want to run away, now is your only chance, you know?" However, she didn't need to understand it. If he kept on insisting to protect a demon, then that was an enough reason for her to purify him as well. Stella brandished the lighning lance in her hand, and cracking sounds were resounding from it. * "...Leila-chan, sorry but, could you please make a knife or something with that miasma of yours?" "Eh... ah, yes." Without any hesistation, before Stella who was brandishing her weapon, Kitsune decided to look for some weapon first. Luckily, Leila could create weapons with her miasma. Kitsune was a bit hesistant, but he hardened his heart and received the knife which was made of miasma, and then took a step forward toward Stella. In contrast of Kitsune's gallant figure, Leila was still absentminded ever since Stella's first attack. The causes were the fear toward Stella, and her believe that she'd definitely die if she fight her. "Kitsune-kun! Stop, or else you'll die, you know?!" She shouted so to stop Kitsune, who was intending to fight Stella in order to protect her. She thought that he'd better just to run away. Actually, Leila herself realized that she was an irritating existence for Kitsune. She realized that she was selfish, wilful, always acted according on her own interest without any regard of Kitsune himself, and never did anything good for him. However, as far as she was concerned, she didn't see anything wrong with that. It was because she didn't feel any guilt in doing so, as well as she didn't feel any need to be liked by him. She only needed to do anything as she pleased, Kitsune was tasty, interesting, and together with him was fun after all, that was why she followed him. That was all. Her falling in love in Kitsune, in the end that was only her misunderstanding. She was simply attracted to him because she thought he was tasty and interesting, something like a child who was attracted to an old man who gave her candy. Or else, there was no way she'd let herself to be hated by Kitsune, after all. That was why, the word she said to Kitsune wasn't word of worry. She said it simply because she thought that he was being reckless there. Kitsune turned his face while floating a faint smile, and said so to Leila. To his word that was very clear, and his tone that was as if filled with confidence, Leila spontaneously catched her breath. How could he say so? Why did he not run away? She didn't understand any of that, but looking at Kitsune's face when he said so, Leila was involuntarily fascinated by it. "Just stay put there.... I'll definitely protect you, after all." To Kitsune who floated a gentle smile, not his usual faint smile, when saying so, Leila could feel her heart was throbbing violently. Her heart was throbbing violently, she could feel her body getting hotter because of the rushing blood in her body. Her heartbeat refused to calming down, she could feel that something was welling up within her. Her face was hot, she uncounsciously let out hot breath. She didn't understand what happened to herself. It wasn't night yet, but, had she turned on or something? However, there was something she perfectly understood, compared to anytime she turned on thus far, this time there was something different. Whenever she looked at Kitsune, she could feel as if her heart was somewhat tightened. Biting her lower lip, her eyebrows were forming (/\) shape as if in pain. It was painful, suffocating, and yet not unpleasant, the jumbled emotions were swelling up within her heart, and she could feel that there was a certain unbearable feeling. "Kitsune...kun...." Calling his name, her heart reacted violentlt once again. "Hau... what, is it... don't know... I don't know what it is...!" Kitsune took one step toward Stella, and contravesely, he took one step away from Leila. Simply looking at his leaving back, Leila held her her chest while tears overflowing her face. Sitting down on the ground, she reached her hand out toward Kitsune. Her hand was reached out in vain, it couldn't reach Kitsune, and could only reach at the air. "Kitsune-kun... don't go...!" Leila shouted so, while weeping as if a child. "...do you really think you can defeat me?" "It isn't about winnin or losing... it's simply about facing you, or not facing you." Facing against Stella, Kitsune who wielded the misma knife said so to her while floating a faint smile. Stella was stay expressionless, there was no slightest change nor emotions in her eyes. "Is that demon really that important to you?" "Not in the slightest, honestly speaking, if I must say, I hope she'd die as soon as possible... however...." Pausing his word there, Kitsune continued. "...now isn't the time yet." "...I don't understand." "You don't need to understand. She's my stalker, and I don't feel like I've sent any indicement about her yet." "I don't understand what you're talking about, but... if you insist on protecting her then I'll purify you as well." The conversation was over, as if saying so, both Kitsune and Stella brandished their respective weapon. The disparity between them was very distinct, Kitsune's chance of winning was even less than one percent. However, if he didn't stand up here then Leila'd definitely die. If that happened, would Kitsune be happy? For him who normally could only unceasingly find contempt about her, without a doubt he'd be happy. At first, he thought so. That was why perhaps this time he was out of his mind. When he imagined the moment of Leila's death, somehow he couldn't feel any joy in it. Just what was the meaning of it? In the end, it seemed like the current Kitsune couldn't let Leila die. Then, Kitsune thought, he should just act and believe to what his feeling told him to. Because that was what he always did thus far, after all. "Haa!!" Activating 'Eerie Constitution' and 'Overpower', then increasing his status with 'Persistence', he charged toward Stella with his maximum speed. Stella got her body stiffened up after sensing the sudden intimidating air and the fear that was born in her heart, and involuntary let Kitsune closed up the distance between them. However, to the bitter end Kitsune was only H rank. For a monter level like her, with the time he needed to reach her, it was more tha enough for her to cope up with him. The miasma sword was sliced toward her abdomen, but she nimbly dodged it. Then, toward the full of openings Kitsune, she let out a kick at him instead. Her leg that perfectly landed on him put a great amount of pressure on his internal organs. "Gofu...! No... not yet!" However, while receiving the damage from her kick, Kitsune seized her leg. He was able to nullify any pain, that was why he could fearlessly undertake such life-staking tactic. Stella was still expressionless as usual, but in spite of her surprise in his act, she immediately took another action. "Gu--!" In such short distance she couldn't properly swing her lance, that was why she swung her other leg and threw an ax kick toward Kitsune's head as it is. Along with the sound of crushed flesh, Kitsune collapsed to the ground head first from the impact. However, he was still conscious. He also still held the knife in his hand. Even while getting his face trashed to the ground, Kitsune swung the knife at Stella's legs. "!" "...!" However, noticing that, as if waiting for his attack, Stella pulled her legs and dodged it. With Kitsune's speed, for Stella, the interval between his first notions to the moment it almost touched her, it was more than enough time for her to take an action for it. She had convinced that there was no way for his attack to land on her. "It's impossible for you to defeat me. Your movements are too slow." "Shut up...! I understand that more than anyone else..." Stella said so while overlooking the collapsed Kitsune, but Kitsune mustered up all of strength to his whole body and somehow managed to stand up. His face was knocked to the ground so his nose was bleeding, and his face was also bruised. Even his kicked abdomen, his muscle and innards had definitely received some severe injuries. And yet he still stood up. He didn't feel any pain, that was why he was somehow able to stand up. "Even so, I'll keep on doing what I want to do." At Kitsune's word, Stella brandished her fists once again.
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ไธ€้›ฃๅŽปใฃใฆใพใŸไธ€้›ฃ ใ€Œ......ใตใ…ใ€ไธ€ไผ‘ใฟ......ใจใ€ ใฏๆดž็ฉดใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ไธญใ‚’ๆŽข็ดขใ—ใฆใฟใŸใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃใฏใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ใพใŸไฝใฟใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๅฝข่ทกใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็ฉบใ‚‚ใฉใฃใทใ‚Šๆš—ใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ใŠใใ‚‰ใ้ญ”็ฃใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใฏไธญใ€…ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆดž็ฉดใฎๅฃใซๅฏ„ใ‚Šใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ˜†ๆฏใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใงไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใšใฃใจๆญฉใใฃใฑใชใ—ใฎไธ€ๆ—ฅใ ใฃใŸใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆไผ‘ๆฏใ‚’ใจใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅคงๅˆ†ๆฐ—ใ‚’่ฝใกไป˜ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ€ใ‹......ใชใ‚“ใงๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซๆฅใŸใฎใ‹ๆœชใ ใซไธๆ˜Žใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใ่‰ฏใใ‚ใ‚‹่ฉฑใ‹ใ€ ใฉใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใใ‚ใ‚‹่ฉฑใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏ่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใŒ็„กใ„ใ€ใจ็ต่ซ–ไป˜ใ‘ใฆๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ๅœๆญขใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆฌกใซใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใกใช็‰นๅ…ธ็š„ใชๅŠ›ใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ„่‡ณใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๅฑ•้–‹ใซใฏ่ปข็”Ÿใ—ใŸใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏใƒˆใƒชใƒƒใƒ—ใ—ใŸ่€…ใซใชใซใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎใƒใƒผใƒˆใชใ„ใ—ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸๅŠ›ใŒๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฎš็•ชใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚‚ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œไธ€็•ชใƒกใ‚ธใƒฃใƒผใชๅŠ›ใจใ—ใฆใฏ......ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็ขบ่ชใ ใ‚ˆใญใƒผใ€ ใชใซใ’ใชใ—ใซๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่จ€ใ„็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ ญใฎไธญใซใ€ใ‚„ใ‘ใซ้ฎฎๆ˜Žใชใƒ‘ใ‚ฝใ‚ณใƒณใฎ็”ป้ขใฎๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ!ใ€ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:10 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:30 ่€ๆ€ง:100 ๆ•ๆท:10 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:20 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš่€ๆ€งLv8ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:??? PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ) ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ‚ŒใพใŸๅฎš็•ชใชใ€ ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ไธ€่ˆฌ็š„ใงๅฅๅ…จใชใƒฉใ‚คใƒˆใƒŽใƒ™ใƒซใง็™ปๅ ดใ™ใ‚‹่ปข็”Ÿ่€…้”ใŒ้€šๅธธ่ฃ…ๅ‚™ใงๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใใ†ใชใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็ขบ่ชใฎๅŠ›ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ไพ‹ใซๆผใ‚ŒใšใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ไป˜ไธŽใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ—ใฆใฏใ“ใฎใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใชไธ–็•Œใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใชๅญ˜ๅœจใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใซ่‹ฅๅนฒใฎ่ˆˆๅฅฎใจ่ฝ่ƒ†ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็ขบ่ช่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใง็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅพ—ใŸใ“ใจใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซไธ€ใคใฎๅนธ็ฆใจไธ€ใคใฎไธๅนธใ‚’ไธŽใˆใŸใ€‚ ๅนธ็ฆใ ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆใ‚‰ใใ€ใ“ใฎ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใจใฎไผš่ฉฑใ‚’็ฟป่จณใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใจใฟใฆใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆไบบใซไผšใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅคงไธˆๅคซใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ไธๅนธใ ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไฝŽใ•ใจๆญฆๅ™จใซใชใ‚Šใใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒไฝ•ไธ€ใคๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใงใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่บซไฝ“ๆธฌๅฎšๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไบบ็‰ฉใชใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ไฝ•ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:120 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:500 ่€ๆ€ง:120 ๆ•ๆท:150 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:1500 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็‰‡ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏๅ…จใฆใซใŠใ„ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ไธŠๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚้ญ”ๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใŒๅฐ‹ๅธธใงใชใ„ใ€‚้ ผใ‚‚ใ—ใ„ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€่‹ฅๅนฒ่ฒ ใ‘ใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่ค‡้›‘ใชๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่…•ๅŠ›ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้€šๅธธใฎ็”ทๅญ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ12ๅ€ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใฎใงใ€ๅพŒใ€…ๅŸบๆบ–ใซใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใซๅนพใคใ‹ๅฎŸ้จ“ใ‚’ใ•ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่€ƒใˆใ‚’ใพใจใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๅฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใช......็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใ—ใ€ (ใ‚ใƒผ......ใ“ใ‚Œๆญปใ‚“ใ ๆ™‚ใซไผผใฆใ‚‹ใ€ๆˆ็จ‹็ขบใ‹ใซ็œ ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸใชใ......)
Chapter 6: It's Been One Thing After Another "... Whew, time for a break..." Walking along the riverbank, Kitsune spotted a cave. He searched inside, but there were no Magical Beasts, or any signs that this was something's dwelling. As the sky had become completely black, a place like this would be quite reassuring against other beast attacks. Kitsune propped himself against the wall, and sighed. He had spent the entire day walking or running, and having a place to rest was a considerable load off of his mental fatigue. "... Another world, is it... It's still quite a mystery as to why I ended up here, but I guess it's not that rare of a tale." No matter how you look at it, it wasn't that common, but Kitsune had concluded that thinking hard about it wouldn't get anywhere, so he shifted his thought process. He began pondering whether he had been granted any special powers. Normally, in developments where someone is reincarnated, or trips into another world, getting cheat-like powers is standard. He started to wonder whether or not he had something like that. "The most common one is... being able to check my Status, right?" He had thrown the words out quite casually. But a change came about the moment he finished his line. Within Kitsune's head, an overly vivid computer-screen-like display surfaced. "!" Gender: Male Lv1 Strength: 10 Stamina: 30 Resilience: 100 Dexterity: 10 Magic: 20 Title:{Otherworlder} Skill:{Pain Resistance Lv8} {Eerie Constitution} {World Language Translator} {Status Discernment} Innate Skill: ??? PT Member: Finia(Fairy) "... Quite standard, yet again." In the standard and wholesome Light Novels he had read in his previous world, those reincarnators were usually able to check their equipment and statuses. It appears that Kitsune was no exception, as he was bequeathed with that power as well. Seeing that it wasn't just the world, but him himself that had become a fantasy, Kitsune was filled with a slight feeling of excitement and dejection. For now, from his status discernment ability, Kitsune received a bit of happiness, and a bit of despair. The happiness was that he had the {World Language Translator} Skill. It was likely a Skill that would allow him to converse with the people that lived in this strange world. And as long as he had it, he should be able to talk with those of his own world just fine as well. His despair came from the fact that there wasn't a single thing he could use as a weapon in his entire Status. Like this, he was only able to see his personal specs. There was no meaning to it. Name: Finia Gender: Female Lv1 Strength: 120 Stamina: 500 Resilience: 120 Dexterity: 150 Magic: 1500 Title:{Fairy of Unrequited Love} Every Single one of Finia's Stats exceeded his. But her Magic Stat definitely wasn't normal. Even if she looked reliable, he experienced a feeling of loss, and some other complicated emotions. Looking at it, it seems Finia's Strength was 12 times the amount of a normal high school boy, so Kitsune thought about conducting a few experiments to use as a standard of measurement later. "Now then... I guess I'll sleep... I am tired." (Ah... this feels like when I died. I see, so it really is something like sleep...)
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ๅน•้–“ ๅง‰ๅฆนใฎไผš่ฉฑใจ็พŽไบบใฎๅ…ˆ่ผฉ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅŽปใฃใŸๅพŒใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซใฏ่ฟ…้€Ÿใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’้–‹ๅง‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๆŽ’้™คใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๅˆใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’็€ใ€…ใจ้€ฒใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸๆ•…ใซใ€่กŒๅ‹•ใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Š้€Ÿใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ€ไฝๆฐ‘็ฅจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใ‚’ๅปƒๆฃ„ใ—ใฆใ€ๅญไพ›ใฎใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ€็ˆถ่ฆชใฎใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ€ใใ—ใฆๅฆปใฎใ‚จใƒชใƒผใ‚’ใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใซๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‚ใฎใจใ—ใฆๆญปไบกๆ‰ฑใ„ใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆœฌๆฅใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎ่ฅฒๆฅใฏไบˆๆœŸใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅฅฝ้ƒฝๅˆใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงๅˆฉ็”จใ•ใ›ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ€‚็„กใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ็„กใ„ใงๅˆฅใฎๆญปไบก็†็”ฑใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€้ƒฝๅˆใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ†ใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใซใฏ่‰ฒใ€…ใจ้ขๅ€’ไบ‹ใŒๅคšใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ•ทใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸๆ‚ชๆ”ฟใฎๆ”นๅ–„ใ‚„ใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑๆ“ไฝœใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใธใฎไผ้”็ญ‰ใ€…ใ€ๆง˜ใ€…ใชๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณไธ€ไบบใงใฏใ“ใชใ›ใชใ„ไป•ไบ‹้‡ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใจใฆไธ€ไบบใงใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’่‘ฌใ‚ใ†ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸ่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็”ป็ญ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸไบ‹ใซใฏใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไปฒ้–“ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๅฑ…ใฆใ€ๅ›ฐใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎไปฒ้–“ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€่ก—ใฎ็ฎก็†ใฎใ€Žๅ‰ไปป่€…ใ€ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฏใ€ใ‚Œใฃใใจใ—ใŸ่ฆๅ‰‡ๆญฃใ—ใ„ๅ–„ๆ”ฟใ‚’ๆ•ทใ„ใฆใ„ใŸไธญ็ดš่ฒดๆ—ใซใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซใฎใ€Žๆ‹ไบบใ€ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ไปฅๅ‰ใฏใ€ๅ‰ไปป่€…ใจใ—ใฆไธญ็ดš่ฒดๆ—ใ€Žใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒใƒชใ‚ขๅฎถใ€ใฎๅฝ“ไธปใ€ใ€Žใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒปใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒใƒชใ‚ขใ€ใจใ„ใ†็”ทใŒ่ก—ใฎ็ฎก็†ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏไฝๆฐ‘ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ€ไฝใฟใ‚„ใ™ใ„่ก—ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹ในใ่ช ๅฟƒ่ช ๆ„็ฒ‰้ชจ็ •่บซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็”ทใงใ€ไฝๆฐ‘ใซใ‚‚ใ€้จŽๅฃซ้”ใซใ‚‚ๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ๆ‰€่ฌ‚่‰ฏใ„่ฒดๆ—ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๆ‹ไบบใจใ—ใฆๅฝผใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใฆใ„ใŸใฎใŒใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏๅฝผใฎ็ง˜ๆ›ธใงใ‚ใฃใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ๅฝผใฎไบ‹ใŒๅฅฝใใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ„ชใ—ใใ€่ชฐใ‹ใฎ็‚บใซ่กŒๅ‹•ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅฝผใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ใ€ๅฟƒใฎๅบ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใฏใ€ไธๆบ€ใ—ใ‹ๆŠฑใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไธŠ็ดš่ฒดๆ—ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ„ใ†ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ไธญ็ดš่ฒดๆ—ใฎใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใŒๅŠใฐๅผทๅˆถ็š„ใซ่ก—ใฎ็ฎก็†่ทใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏๆ‚ชๆ”ฟใ‚’ๅผทใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ๆ‚ชๅพณ่ฒดๆ—ใ€‚่‹›็ซ‹ใกใงๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใ€้จŽๅฃซ้”ใ‚’่‡ช่บซใฎๆฌฒใฎ็‚บใซๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใซไธ‹ใฎ่€…ใฏไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใ„ใ‚„ใ€่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใฎๆ–นใŒๆ–ญ็„ถ็ฎก็†่ทใซ็›ธๅฟœใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆŽ’้™คใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใŒใพใŸ็ฎก็†่ทใซๆˆปใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚ ็ฎก็†่ทใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€่ชฐใงใ‚‚ใŒใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ็ตŒ้จ“ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๅœฐไฝ็š„ใซใ‚‚ไธŠใฎไบบ้–“ใŒใชใ‚Œใ‚‹่ทๆฅญใ ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๆถˆใˆใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใฎๅพŒ้‡œใซ่ตท็”จใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅ‰ไปป่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใ€‚ไธ€ๅบฆใใฎๅœฐไฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผใฏไป•ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใใชใฃใŸ่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚„ใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใ€ใใ—ใฆๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏ่ก—ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฟฝใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใจ้–ขใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—้ƒฝๅˆใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใŒๆฎบใ—ใŸใจใƒใƒฌใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅพฉๅธฐใฏๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ๆœ€ๆ‚ชๆฎบไบบใฎ็ฝชใงๆ‹˜ๆŸใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๆญปๅˆ‘ใซใ‚ใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณ้”ใซใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใจใฏไฝ•ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€Ž็ฌฌไธ‰่€…ใ€ใฎๅ”ๅŠ›่€…ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ€ๅฝผใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฆนใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใง็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ„ชใ—ใใ€้ข็™ฝใใ€ๆฐ—ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ไบบ็‰ฉใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็‚บใจใ„ใฏใ„ใˆใ€้ƒฝๅบใƒขใƒ‰ใ‚ญใธใจไพตๅ…ฅใ—ใฆใใŸใฎใฏ้ฉšๆ„•ใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใ“ใ†ใชใฃใฆใฏๅˆฉ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆๅฝผใŒๅ–„ไบบใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆจใพใ‚ŒใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏๆ‹ไบบใฎ็‚บใ€ใใ—ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็‚บใซๅฝผใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ็ตๆžœใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆญปไฝ“ใ™ใ‚‰ๆฎ‹ใ•ใšใซๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ€ไบบ้–“ใฎไธญใฎๆ‚ชๆ„ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ๅ›บใ‚ใฆไธ€ๅ€‹ใฎไบบ้–“ใ‚’ไฝœใฃใŸๆง˜ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’ๅžฃ้–“่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ๆญป็ฅžใฎๆง˜ใชๅพ—ไฝ“ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไธๅ‘ณใ„็‰ฉใซ้–ขใ‚ใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ„ใˆใ€่€ƒใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไผšใ†ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ—......ใ€ ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏ้ก”ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎไบ‹ใ‚’้ ญใ‹ใ‚‰ๆถˆใ—ใŸใ€‚่€ƒใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš......ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏๅคฑ่ธชใ—ใŸใ“ใจใซใ—ใฆ......ๅพŒ้‡œใจใ—ใฆใ‚คใ‚นใ‚ฟใ‚’่ฆๆฑ‚ใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใซใฏ......้ฉๅฝ“ใซ่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใŠใใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ€ฅใซๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไธๆ€่ญฐใงใฏใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†......ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚’ๆใ‚Œใฆใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใใ†ใงใ™ใญใ€‚ไธ่ฌนๆ…Žใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎ่ฅฒๆฅใฏไธญใ€…้ƒฝๅˆใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ™ใ€ ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏๆทกใ€…ใจ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’็‰‡ไป˜ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆ€่€ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ่ก€ใ‚„ๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ‹ใฃใŸๆ›ธ้กžใชใฉใ‚’ใƒ†ใ‚ญใƒ‘ใ‚ญใจ็‰‡ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใฏใ€ไธญใ€…ๆ‰‹ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็ง˜ๆ›ธใจใ—ใฆใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆœ‰่ƒฝใชใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใจใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใจใฏๅˆฅใซ......ๅฆนใซใ‚‚ๆ‰‹็ด™ใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใŠใใพใ™ใ‹......ไธปใซใ‚ใฎๅญใฎไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใซใคใ„ใฆไธ€่จ€่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ€ ใใ—ใฆใใ“ใงๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸๆง˜ใซ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ„็จ‹ๅบฆใซใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚‚็‰‡ไป˜ใ„ใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ๆฌกใซใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ ใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏๆฃบๆกถใŒ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ไธญใซใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๆฏ่ฆชใฎ้บไฝ“ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚้ฆ–ใฎๅ‚ทใฏ็ธซๅˆใ•ใ‚Œใ€่ก€ๆถฒใงๆฑšใ‚ŒใŸ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚‚็ถบ้บ—ใซใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚่‚Œใฏ็”Ÿๆฐ—ใŒๆŠœใ‘่ฝใกใ€็œŸใฃ็™ฝใ ใŒใ€็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซ็ถบ้บ—ใช้บไฝ“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๆฏ่ฆชใ‚„ไฝฟ็”จไบบใŸใกใ‚’ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใŒๆฎบใ—ใŸใจ่žใ„ใฆใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏๆ€ฅใ„ใง้บไฝ“ๅ›žๅŽใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใชใŒใ‚‰ไฝฟ็”จไบบใŸใกใฎ้บไฝ“ใฏ่จผๆ‹ ้š ๆป…ใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใŒๆ—ขใซ็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ๅฆปใฎ้บไฝ“ใ ใ‘ใฏใฉใ†ใซใ‹ๅ›žๅŽๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ€ๆ„›ใ™ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚’ๅคฑใ†ไบ‹ใฎๆ‚ฒใ—ใฟใ‚’ๆƒณๅƒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚จใƒชใƒผใฎ้บไฝ“ใ‚’ไธๅฏงใซๅŸ‹่‘ฌใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่€ƒใˆใŸใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใ›ใ‚ใฆใ‚‚ใฎ็ฝชๆป…ใผใ—ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„......ใงใ‚‚ใ€่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅฟ…ใšใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’ไฝใฟใ‚„ใ™ใ„็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„่ก—ใซใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅคซใจใ€ใใฎๅญไพ›ใซใฏๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ•ใ›ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใช่จ€ใ„ๅˆ†ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใฆใŠใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใฎใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ‚‚ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ ใ€‚ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ€ๆ‚”ใ‚„ใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๆ‚”ใ‚„ใฟใใ‚Œใชใ„ๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใงใ€ๆฃบๆกถใฎ่“‹ใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใ‚ใ‚‹ๅง‰ๅฆนใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใฎใ‚„ใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚Š ๅฆนใ€ใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใธ ใ“ใฎๅ‰ใ€่ฒดๆ–นใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใใคใญใจใ„ใ†ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๅ‡บไผšใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใ€่ฒดๆ–นใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบบ้–“ใงใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ขใƒฌใซใฏๅพ—ไฝ“ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใชไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ ่ฒดๆ–นใฏๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‚ใฎๆง˜ใชๆ„ŸๆƒณใŒๆŠฑใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹? ๅ…จใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใฏ่จ€ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ๅฝผใจใฏใ‚‚ใ†้–ขใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ๅฝผใŒใพใŸใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใธใจใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‘่ท้›ขใ‚’็ฝฎใใชใ•ใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ˆ่ผฉใจใ„ใ†ๆ–นใซใ‚‚ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใจใ€่ฟ‘ๆณๅ ฑๅ‘Šใงใ™ใŒใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใงใฏใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒ่ฅฒๆฅใ—ใฆใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ้€€ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™ใŒใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใŒๅพฉๆดปใ—ใŸใ›ใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹......้ญ”็ฃ้”ใŒๆดป็™บๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ‚‚ๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚่ฒดๆ–นใ‚‚ใฉใ†ใ‹ๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใญใ€‚ ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซใ‚ˆใ‚Š ใŠๅง‰ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใธ ๆ‰‹็ด™ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†! ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎไบบใฏใใ‚“ใชใซๆ‚ชใ„ไบบใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆ! ็ขบใ‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅค‰ๆ…‹ใง่–„ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณๆ‚ชใ„ๆ‰€ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใใฆ้ข็™ฝใ„ไบบใ ใฃใŸใ—......ใใ‚ŒใซHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซๆ€–ใใ‚‚ใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใŠๅง‰ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใŒ็„กใ„ใจๆ€ใ†! ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขๅ…ˆ่ผฉใฏใ‚ใฎไบบใ‚’ๅผŸใฟใŸใ„ใซๅฏๆ„›ใŒใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๆฌกไผšใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฏ็ขบ่ชใ—ใฆใŠๅง‰ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆฅฝใ—ใฟใซใ—ใฆใฆใญใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒๆฅใŸใฃใฆๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใฃใŸ? ใŠๅง‰ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใฏใ—ใฆใชใ„? ๅฟƒ้…ใงใ™ใ€‚ ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ•ใ‚“ใ‚„้ ผใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ•ใ‚“้”ใŒๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงไธˆๅคซ! ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Š้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ‚‚ๅผทใใชใ„ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ‚ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹......ใ‚ใฎไบบใŒใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซใ„ใŸ้ ƒใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใฃใฆ่ฉฑใŒๅ‡บใŸใชใ......่ชฟๆŸป้šŠใŒ่ชฟในใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅฝข่ทกใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ‚‚ใ†่ฟ‘ใใซใฏใ„ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚้ญ”็Ž‹ๅพฉๆดปใฎใ›ใ„ใชใฎใ‹ใช? ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใซAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒ็พใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใƒผใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใฏๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงไธˆๅคซ! ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใชใ„ใงใญ! ใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ‹ไบบใ•ใ‚“ใจใฏใฉใ†ใชใฎ? ไธŠๆ‰‹ใใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‹? ็ตๅฉšใ™ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใญ! ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใพใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซใ‚ˆใ‚Š ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใฎๅญใฏ......ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅคงไธˆๅคซใชใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹......ใงใ‚‚......ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่‰ฏใ„ไบบใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใฎๅญใŒใ€ใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๅฑ้™บๆ€งใ‚’ๆ€ใ„็ŸฅใฃใŸๆ™‚......ใใฃใจๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚€ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใญ......ๅ„ชใ—ใ„ๅญใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆ‰‹็ด™ใ‚’่ชญใ‚“ใ ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ€ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใชใŒใ‚‰ๅคฉไบ•ใ‚’ไปฐใใ€‚ๅฆนใฎใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅคงไบ‹ใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Š่‰ฏใใชใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šไป˜ใ็บใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใชใใ€ใจ่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฐ‘ใ—ใƒŠใ‚คใƒผใƒ–ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆ‰‹็ด™ใซ็ถดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅฆนใฎๆ–‡ๅญ—ใซใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใ‚’่ฒฐใˆใŸใ€‚็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฑšใ„ๅญ—ใซใ€ใใ™ใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใฟใŒๆผใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚......ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใฏใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใง้ฉšๆ„•ใ—ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซ......ใ‚ใฎๅญใฏใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใงใ™ใ‹......ๅ…จใใ€ๅฑ้™บใชไธ–ใฎไธญใซใชใฃใฆใใพใ—ใŸใญ......ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใชใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹......ใ€ ไบบ้–“ๅŒๅฃซใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใงใ‚‚ใพใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใฎใ“ใจใพใง้™ใ‚Šใ‹ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่ฒงไนใใ˜ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ไธ€็•ชใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซ็–ฒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅผฑ้Ÿณใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฏๅใ„ใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใญ......ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใจใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ไธก้ ฌใ‚’ใƒ‘ใƒใƒณใจๅฉใ„ใฆใ€ๆฐ—ๅˆใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฏๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š็›ดใ—ใฆใ€ใพใŸไป•ไบ‹ใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚‰? ไฝ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ‹? ใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขๅ…ˆ่ผฉ! ใˆใธใธใ€ๅง‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใงใ™ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใใคใญๆง˜ใซไผšใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใใฎ้ ƒใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๅฆนใ€ๅๅ‰ใฏใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใ‚’่ชญใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใ€่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๆ‰‹็ด™ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใซใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฏใŠๅง‰ใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใŠใ‚ˆใไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใปใฉไผšใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ฉฑ้กŒใซใ€ๅนณ้™ใ‚’่ฃ…ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰่žใใ€‚ ใ€Œ! ใใ€ใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹......ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๅฝผใฏใฉใ†ใงใ—ใŸใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใ†่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใงใ™ใŒ......ไธ€ๅฟœ็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใงใ™ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œๅ…ˆ่ผฉใŒไธ€็•ชใใคใญๆง˜ใจ้–ขไฟ‚ใŒๆทฑใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใƒผใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ใ„ใ†่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใจ......!ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใ“ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ“ใจใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏๅผฑใ„ใ€‚ๆƒณใ„ไบบใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šไผš่ฉฑใฎใ‚คใƒ‹ใ‚ทใ‚ขใƒใƒ–ใ‚’ๆกใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใŠๅง‰ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใคใญๆง˜ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฑ้™บใชไบบ้–“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ? ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใŸไผšใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใ‚’ใคใ‘ใชใ•ใ„ใจใฎไบ‹ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ......ไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹......ใ‚ใฎๅญใฏใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ้ ญใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๆƒณใ„ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใจๆƒณๅƒใ—ใ€็ขŒใชไบ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใจ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใใ†ใง่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใจใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใŒ่‰ฏใ„็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขๅ…ˆ่ผฉใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใงใ™ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......็งใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซ่€ใ‘ใฆ่ฆ‹ใˆใพใ™?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฏๆ€งใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใฃใฆๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ™ใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‰ใซใ‚‚ใพใ—ใฆ็•ฐๆ€งใซ็ตกใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€......็ขบใ‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ›žๆ•ฐใฏๅข—ใˆใพใ—ใŸใŒ......ๅถ็„ถใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ็”ทๆ€งใฏๆฏๆ€งๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฅณๆ€งใ‚’ๅฅฝใ‚€ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ™! ใƒŸใ‚ขๅ…ˆ่ผฉใฏ็พŽไบบใงใ—ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ไปฅๅ‰ใฏๅ–ใฃไป˜ใใซใใ„้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใงใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใฏ่กจๆƒ…ใŒๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใใชใฃใฆ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅฐ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆ็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๆฏๆ€งใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไปŠใพใงใจไฝ•ใ‹ๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸ่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฏพๅฟœใ ใฃใฆใใ‚“ใชใซๅค‰ใˆใŸใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏ็„กใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ่กจๆƒ…ใŒๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใใชใฃใŸใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ€่‡ช่ฆšใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ไป•ไบ‹ใซๆˆปใ‚Šใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใฏใƒผใ„ใ€ ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฏๅˆ†ใŒๆ‚ชใใชใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ่ฉฑใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ไป•ไบ‹ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ทใ‚งใƒซใ‚‚็ด ็›ดใซๅพ“ใฃใฆ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไน…ใ€…ใซๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ฉฑใŒ่žใ‘ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใใฎๆ—ฅใฎใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๆ™ฎๆฎตใ‚ˆใ‚Š็ฌ‘้ก”ใŒๅคšใ‹ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ€‚
Intermission - The conversation of the sisters and The beautiful senior After Kitsune's departure, Claire Lemar began to act quickly. As she had long made steady preparations for the day she eliminated Duke Orba, her immediate actions were swift. She removed the Arcs family from the residence register, just as Kitsune had expected, she treated the child Nico, the father Higurd, and the mother Ellie as had been killed by the Goblin King. Although the Goblin King's attack was originally an unexpected incident, she decided to take advantage of it as a matter of convenience. If it didn't happen, she'd have to make up another reason for their death, but now it was more convenient. Otherwise, there would be a lot of trouble in dealing with Duke Orba. From then on, correcting the corrupt government, manipulating information, communicating to the knights, there was still a load of matter to deal with. So many that she alone couldn't handle them all. However, she had never planned to deal with Duke Orba by her lonesome. She had comrades in her endeavor. The people who would be in trouble should Duke Orba be alive were her comrades. In other words, the 'predecessor' of the town administrator. He was a middle-class nobleman who had a well-regulated good government, and also Claire Lemar's "lover". Originally, before Duke Orba came to the town, the predecessor, the head of a mid-ranking noble "Tineria house", a man named "Ista Tineria" was in charge of managing the city. He properly thought about the townsfolk, and did his best to create a town where everyone could live comfortably at, loved by both the townsfolk and the knights, simply put he was a good noble. And the one who supported him as his lover was Claire. She was originally his secretary, and fell in love with him. From the bottom of her heart, she loved how kind he was, and how he sincerely worked for everyone. That's why, when Duke Orba came, she felt nothing but dissatisfaction. He forcefully removed Ista, a middle-ranked noble, from the town's administrative position simply because he was an upper-ranked noble. Moreover, Duke Orba was an evil noble who imposed misgovernment. When he was irritated by something, he often moved the knights for his own convenience. Would she like to work under someone like that? No, she wouldn't. Claire thought that Ista was definitely more suitable for the position than Duke Orba. Hence, she decided to get rid of Duke Orba. So that Ista could take his seat back. Not everyone could take on the administrator position. It was a seat for someone with a certain amount of experience and suitable rank. Therefore, if Duke Orba disappeared, it would be his predecessor, Ista, who would be appointed to take his place. Even if he was once removed from this seat, it wasn't like he'd lost his ability to do the job, so it was natural for him to take this seat back. But for Claire, Ista, or the knights to either kill Duke Orba or drive him out of town was a bit inconvenient as they were related to Ista. If they were found out that they had killed him, let alone taking their seats back, in the worst case there was possibility of being arrested and given death penalty for murder. They needed cooperation of a "third party" who wasn't connected to them. Claire had heard of him from the letters from her sister. She thought that he was a gentle, funny, and good nature person. It might have been for Nico's sake, but when she noticed him infiltrating the Government office, while she was surprised, she couldn't help but to think about utilizing the ensuing situation. Even if he was a good person, even if he came to resent her, Claire decided to utilize him for the sake of her lover and herself. As a result, Duke Orba died. He died without even leaving a body behind. And then Claire caught a glimpse of a being that seemed to be the personification created of human malice. She felt as though looking at a god of death-like peculiar monster. She felt as though she had involved herself with something more dangerous than Duke Orba. ".... No, let's stop thinking about it. We won't be seeing each either again, anyway...." Claire shook her head and shove Kitsune out of her mind. She'd decided not to think about it any longer. "For the time being.... Now that we've dealt with Duke Orba... I'll demand to have Ista to take his place. As for the knights.... I'll just feed them suitable lies later. It's that Duke we're talking about, so it wouldn't be surprising for him to suddenly disappear.... fleeing out of fear of the Goblin King also doesn't sound half bad. It may be inappropriate, but the Goblin King's attack sure is convenient." Claire thought as she tidied up the room nonchalantly. The way she quickly cleaned up Duke Orba's blood and the scattered documents, she seemed to be used to it. She seemed to be quite an excellent secretary. "... Next is, it isn't really necessary, but... I suppose I'll send some letters to my sister... mainly about her ability to judge people, I'll be sure to give her an earful." And then, as though she just recalled something, she left the room. After tidying up the room enough that nothing seemed out of place, she recalled what to do next. The next thing she did was to head to her own room. There was a coffin inside with Nico's mother's remains in it. The wounds on the neck were stitched up and the blood-stain was cleaned up. The skin was drained of vitality, pure white, the remains looked as though a sleeping beauty. When she heard that Nico's mother and their servants were killed by Reis, Claire immediately rushed to retrieve the remains. Unfortunately, when she arrived there, the servants' remains were in the middle of being cremated by the knights to erase the evidence, and only the mother's remains that were still intact. Claire couldn't imagine the grief of losing a loved one. That's why she thought about giving Ellie's remains a proper burial. She thought it as her way of atonement to them. ".... I'm sorry... but I'll never forget your sacrifice. I will be sure to make this town a great place to live. And I won't let anything happen to your husband and your daughter." She did think that it was selfish of her. As some lives were sacrificed in her cause, it was inevitable for others to think as such. However, it was true that that was the only choice. She showed no regret on her face, as she mourned and closed the lid of the coffin. --An exchange of letters between two sisters Dear sister, Michelle Some time ago, I met the adventurer you mentioned, Kitsune. To be honest, I think he's different from the way you described him. I felt something peculiar and eerie about him. How could you have such an impression of him? I can't relate at all. I won't blame you, but I do think it'd be better for you to not involve yourself with him ever again. If he ever comes to Miniera again, be sure to stay as far away from him as possible. You should also tell your senior about it. Also, it may be a sudden report, but just a while ago the Goblin King attacked the town. It seems that the adventurers had somehow dealt with it, but is it perhaps connected to the revival of the Demon lord? I think the demonic beasts would be getting more active from here on. So please be careful. From Claire Lemar Dear Big Sister Thanks for the letter! But I do think that he's not a bad person! Sure, he was a bit perverted and eerie at times, but he was still very funny and interesting.... Also, he's an H-ranked adventurer, so there's nothing to be scared of him, right? I think you're the one who is bad at judging people, big sis! Besides, senior Mia treated him like a little brother, so I can't bring myself to say that. Next time I see him, I'll check it out and let you know. Look forward to it, okay? Also, you said that the Goblin King attacked, are you okay? Are you hurt, big sis? I'm worried. In Miniera, we have the Knight Commander and other reliable adventurers, so don't worry! Besides, the demonic beasts aren't that strong either, after all. Ah, but recently, or more like... when he was still in Miniera, there was a rumor about the appearance of "red night".... When the investigation team was dispatched, they found matching traces of it, but she also added that it was no longer around. I wonder if it's also connected to the revival of the Demon Lord? I'd have never expected for an A-ranked demon to show up in a place like this. But, I'm doing fine here, nothing to worry about! So don't worry! More importantly, how are things going with your boyfriend? Are you doing well? Be sure to contact me when you get married, alright?! See you again then. From Michelle Lemar "... that girl... is she really alright? But still, for her who believes him to be a good person, the moment she realizes how dangerous he is... I'm sure she'd be sad.... She is such a kind girl, after all." After reading the letter, Claire let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. As someone who loved her sister, she hoped she would stay as innocent as she was, and not to get hurt by the harsh reality that would greet her. However, looking at the letter from her sister, she felt cheered up a bit. She couldn't help but smile at the still slightly messed handwriting. "But still... here we have Goblin King, and there they have 'Red Night', huh... good graciousness, what a dangerous world it has become.... As expected, is this the effect of Demon Lord revival...." Human relationships alone were already bothersome, so if the Demon Lord and the demons decided to mix in, as expected that would mean chaos. Claire felt as though she was on the short end of the stick. One of the main causes was as expected that boy, but in the end everything was exhausting for her. "But now isn't the time to just whine about.... We're almost there, so let's do our best." She clapped both of her cheeks to get herself fired up. Claire pulled herself together and went back to work. "Oh my? What are you looking at, Michelle?" "Oh, Mia-senpai! Ehehe, a letter from my sister. Apparently she met with Kitsune-sama, you know?" At the time, Claire's little sister, whose name is Michelle Lemar, was reading Claire's letter. She smiled at Mia, who spoke to her in the Adventurer's Guild in Miniera, while showing her the letter. The smile on her face made Mia think that this girl must like her big sister a lot. Then, she solemnly listened to the topic of Kitsune, whom she hadn't seen for about a week or so. "! Is, is that so? ... So, how was he?" "Oh, you're curious?" "Not really, but I do know him and all, after all..." "You're the one with the closest relationship with Kitsune, after all. Right, senpai?" "Like I'm telling you, that's not it....!" Mia had a soft side for Kitsune. While they might not be lovers, she couldn't run the conversation she just started. "Umm... it feels like she's telling me that Kitsune-sama is a dangerous person." "What does that mean?" "I'm not sure, but she told me to be careful if I see him again." "...Haaa ....What in the world has he done this time... that boy?" At Michelle's words, Mia let out a sigh while holding her head. Thinking of Kitsune's face, she imagined what manners he had screwed up this time, and thought that most likely it wasn't an improper thing. However, she smiled for a little bit, glad to hear that he seemed to be fine. Seeing that, Michelle smiled as though she just saw something good. "You're just like his mother, Mia-senpai." "Wha... do I look so old?" "I mean I sense motherhood from you, isn't that why men tend to approach you and ask to fondle them?" "Hmm... It's true that the number of times I've been spoken to has increased a bit, but... isn't that just a coincidence?" "Men love a woman overflowing with motherhood! Mia-senpai, you're without a doubt a beautiful woman, but you used to be giving off an unapproachable aura, after all. Haven't you noticed that your expression has softened recently and you've also become easier to talk to?" At Michelle's words, Mia's lips twitched and her brow furrowed. She didn't know this so-called motherhood, and she didn't feel that anything about her had changed, either. She also felt that she interacted the same way she always did. Even when she was told that her expression had softened, she wasn't aware of that, so didn't know. "I don't know. Come on, it's about time to get back to work." "Okay." She felt that she'd only be on the receiving end, so Mia decided to end the conversation and got back to work. Michelle also answered in agreement. Perhaps because she'd heard something about Kitsune after a long while, that day Mia showed more smiles than she usually did.
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ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธๅ‘ณใใ†ใช่‚‰ใ ใชใ......ๅŒ‚ใ„ใ‚‚ๆฑ—่‡ญใ„ใ ใ‘ใงๅ…จ็„ถ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ“ใซใงใ‚‚ใ„ใใ†ใชไบบ้–“ใ€ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ ใ‘ใฉ็งใฎใŠ็œผ้กใซใฏ้ฉใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใคใญๅ›ใŒไธ€็•ชๅฅฝใโ™ก ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใพใพใง่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๆ‰€ใฏ็งใŒ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใฎโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅฆฌใ‘ใ‚‹ใญใ‡ใ€ ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๆ‰€ใฏ็งใ ใ‘ใŒ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผใฏ็งใ ใ‘ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ไป–ใฏ็งใฎ้คŒใงใ„ใ„ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ‚‚็งใฎ้คŒใ€ๅ…จ้ƒจ้ฃŸในใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐ็š†ๅŒใ˜ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ไปฅไธŠใซ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„้คŒใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉโ™ช ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰็งใฎ่ƒŒๅพŒใงใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ€ๆกˆ้ก”ใฎไบบ้–“ใŒใ˜ใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ใจ่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซ็งใฏๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚นใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒซใ ใฃใฆๆ‚ชใใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ˜ใ‚ใ˜ใ‚่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅฅฝใใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฃใก่ฆ‹ใชใ„ใง?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€......ใ™ใพใ‚“ใ€ ใใ†ๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ—ใŸใ‚‰็œ‰้–“ใซใ—ใ‚ใ‚’ๅฏ„ใ›ใฆไธๆฉŸๅซŒใใ†ใซ้ก”ใ‚’็ช“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใฃ่พผใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏไพ้ ผไบบใฎๅๅฏพใซๅบงใ‚‹ๅฅณใŒ็งใ‚’็จใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆ•ตๆ„ใซๆบ€ใกใŸ็œผใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰้ฃŸในใŸใใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„โ™ก ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ‚ˆใ€ๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰โ™ช ใ€Œใชใใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œใตใ‚“ใ€่ฒดๅฅณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็งใฎๆ–นใŒใ‚ธใƒซใ‚’ๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ธใƒซใฃใฆไปŠใฎ็”ท? ใธใ‡......่ฒดๅฅณใฏใ‚ใฎ็”ทใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใญใ‡......็งใซใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใใ€ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใฎ้ญ…ๅŠ›ใŒใ€ ใ€Œใฏใฃใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใญใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆ„›ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŠๅญๆง˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ ใŠๅญๆง˜ใ€ใŠๅญๆง˜ใญใ‡......ใ“ใฎๅฅณใซไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆ„›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅฅฝใใงๅฅฝใใงใŸใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“โ™ก ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชๆšด่จ€ใ ใฃใฆๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆโ™ก ใ€Œใชใ€ไฝ•็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚“ใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใต......โ™กใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใ„ใŸใใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’ๆƒณใ†ใ ใ‘ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชใซๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใ†ใตใตโ™ช ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไบบใ‚’ๆ„›ใ™ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฃใฆๅ‡„ใ้ข็™ฝใ„ใชใใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒใ†ใšใ†ใšใ—ใฆใ‚ใใ‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ใŸใพใ‚“ใชใ„โ™ก ๅพŒใงใใคใญๅ›ใฎๆ‰€ใซ่กŒใ“ใฃโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใ€้ก”ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใŠ่…นใฎไธ‹่พบใ‚ŠใŒใ˜ใ‚…ใ‚“ใจใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†......โ™ก ๅ‡„ใ„ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅ‡„ใ„ใ‚ˆใใคใญๅ›......! ใ€Œใใ‚ใใ‚ๆ—ฅใ‚‚่ฝใกใฆใใพใ™ใ€้‡Žๅ–ถใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ไพ้ ผไบบใฎไบบ้–“ใŒใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐ็ขบใ‹ใซๆ—ฅใ‚‚่ฝใกใฆๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚็งใฏๅคœ็›ฎใŒๅˆฉใใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…จ็„ถๅ•้กŒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ไบบ้–“ใฃใฆใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไธไพฟใ ใชใใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใ‘ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใˆใฐใ€ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ‚‚้ซ˜ๆšใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธๆ€่ญฐใ€‚ใ†ใตใตใ€ๆ‹ๆ„›ใฃใฆๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใชโ™ช ๆ—ฅใŒๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ€้‡Žๅ–ถใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚‚็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸ้ ƒใ€็งใฏๆ—ฉ้€Ÿใใคใญๅ›ใฎๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใฎๆ–นใŒ็ซ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใงใ€็„šใ็ซใ‚‚ใ™ใใซๆบ–ๅ‚™ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ—ใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใฏๆบๅธฏ้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚’ๆ‘˜ใพใฟใชใŒใ‚‰ใŠ่…นใ‚’่†จใ‚‰ใพใ›ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใซใใ†ๆ™‚้–“ใฏๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ ใใฎใพใพใใฎๅ ดใ‚’้›ขใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใฎ็”ทๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒ็งใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚่งฆใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆ็งใฏๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆ้›ขใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅพ…ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใ“ใจใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใŠใใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€ใ‚„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎๆ‰€ใซ่กŒใใŸใ„ใ€ ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎไบ‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ›ๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใฎใฐใฃใ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผตใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ‚‚ๆญปใชใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใใŸใ„ใฎใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใšใ€ใปใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚้ฃฒใ‚“ใงใ€ ็”ทใŒๅทฎใ—ใ ใ—ใฆใใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ‚ณใƒƒใƒ—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใƒŸใƒซใ‚ฏ? ็„šใ็ซใงๆธฉใ‚ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎใƒŸใƒซใ‚ฏใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๅค‰ใชๅŒ‚ใ„ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€่–ฌใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใซใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅพฎใ‹ใชๅŒ‚ใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็—…ใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚‹็งใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใช? ใชใ‚“ใจใชใๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎใพใพ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’็”ทใฎ็œผใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ‚‰ใ€็”ทใฎ็œผใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ็งใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใพใ‚ใ™ๆง˜ใชๆ„ๆ€ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใจใ‹ใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ? ใ ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฏ็งใŒใใคใญๅ›ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใจๅŒใ˜ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€็งใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใซใฏๅฟœใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚‰ใชใƒผใ„ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใญโ™กใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใฎๅ ดใ‚’้›ขใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใƒใƒƒ......่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ?ใ€ ็”ทใฏ็งใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงใ€ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆ€ฅใชใ“ใจใซ็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๅผ•ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใพใพใซไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ‚’ๅดฉใ—ใฆใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซๅ€’ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ้–“้ซชๅ…ฅใ‚Œใšใซ็”ทใŒ็งใฎไธŠใซ่ฆ†ใ„ใ‹ใถใ•ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚็งใŒใใคใญๅ›ใซใ—ใŸๆง˜ใชไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒใƒƒใ€ใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใฏCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€็ตๅฑ€ใฏๅฅณใ ......ไธ€็ท’ใซๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใœ? ใ“ใ‚“ใช็จผๆฅญใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€็”Ÿใใฆใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซๅฅฝใใชใ“ใจใ‚„ใฃใจใใฆใ‡ใ ใ‚?ใ€ ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจ? ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใใคใญๅ›ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใซ็งใ‚’้ฃŸในใŸใ‚Š่ˆใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใˆใƒผใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚„ใ ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใฃใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใงใ‘ใ‡ใชใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็”ทใฏ็งใฎใŠใฃใฑใ„ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใใคใญๅ›ใ‚‚ใŠใฃใฑใ„ใŒๅฅฝใใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใฃใ‘ใ€ๆญฃ็›ด้‡ใใฆ้‚ช้ญ”ใชใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชใฎใŒๅฅฝใใชใฎใ‹ใช? ไบบ้–“ใฎ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏใ‚ˆใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ‚ใพใ‚Š่‰ฏใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏ็งใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ€ๅฅฝใใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใฎใฏใใคใญๅ›ใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œ้‚ช้ญ”ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใฉใ„ใฆ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆพ„ใพใ—ใŸๆง˜ใช้ก”ใ—ใ‚„ใŒใฃใฆใ€ใฉใใ‚ใ‘ใญใ‡ใ ใ‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚€ใฃ......?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็”ทใฏ็งใฎๅฃใซๆŒ‡ใ‚’็ชใฃ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚่ˆŒใ‚’ๅผ„ใถใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ใŒๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€็งใฎ่ˆŒใŒ่งฆใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆŒ‡ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š่ฒดๆ–นใ€ ใ€Œใพใฃใšใ„ใ€ ใ€ŒใฃใŒใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚!?ใ€ ใƒ–ใƒใƒ–ใƒใจๅฃใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€่ก€ใ‚‚ไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๅซใณๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใฆ็”ทใฏ็งใฎไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰่ปขใŒใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใฉใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใฃใŸไบบๅทฎใ—ๆŒ‡ใจไธญๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅ’€ๅšผใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใ€‚ใใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใซใชใฃใŸ่‚‰ใ‚’้ฃฒใฟ่พผใ‚€ใจใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šๅ–‰ใ‚’้€šใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒๆฐ—ๆŒใก่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒๅ…จ็„ถ่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ€‚ไปŠใพใงใšใฃใจๆบ€่ถณใ—ใฆใŸๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ็œผ็ƒใ‚’้ฃŸในใŸๆ™‚ใฎๅฟซๆ„Ÿใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅ‡„ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ„ไฝใซ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅๅฟœใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ใจไธ€ๆญฉใง็งใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใŒใถใฃๅฃŠใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใใ‚‰ใ„ใซๅผทใ„ๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใ‚‚ใ†่ฒดๆ–นใฎใ˜ใ‚ƒๆบ€่ถณๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚......!! ใชใ€ไฝ•ใ—ใ‚„ใŒใ‚‹ใใ‚ใ‚!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ€ไธๅ‘ณใ„ใชใ......ใ™ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ˆŒใŒ่‚ฅใˆใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ......โ™ก ใ‚‚ใ†ใใคใญๅ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจๆบ€่ถณๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„่บซไฝ“ใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ......โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ ใ‚™ใฃ!?ใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ“ใฎใพใพใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใฃใŸใ‚‰ใใฃใจ็ด„ๆŸ็ ดใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†......ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใ€ไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ‘ใฉๆฎ‹ใ•ใš้ฃŸในใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™ช ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ ใฃใฆ่ฒดๆ–นใฏ็งใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญ? ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†? ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ„ใฃใฑใ„โ™ชใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆ‚ถใˆ่‹ฆใ—ใ‚€็”ทใฎ่…•ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใง่‚ฉใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ก€ใŒๅนใๅ‡บใฆ็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆฟกใ‚‰ใ™ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒๅˆ‡ใฃใŸ่…•ใซๅ™›ใฟใคใ„ใฆใ€่‚‰ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใ€้ชจใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟ็ •ใใ€็บใ‚ใฆ้ฃฒใฟ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใŒใณใใณใใจๅๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ€ๅ…จ็„ถ่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ‚ˆ......โ™ช ใ€ŒใŽใฃ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ ใ‚™ใ‚ ใ‚™!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ธใƒซ!?ใ€ ใจใ€ใใ“ใธๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…AใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ•ใฃใ็งใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็จใ‚“ใงใŸๅญใ ใญใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ไบบใฏ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎๅด้ขใฎ่ญฆๅ‚™ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฑ…ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็”ทใŒ่ก€ๅก—ใ‚Œใงๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€็งใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆ€’ใ‚Šใฎๅฝข็›ธใงๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ช ่ฒดๆ–นใ‚‚ๅŠ ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใญ? ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ไธ€็ท’ใซๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ„ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†? ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†? ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€ใใฃใจ่ฒดๆ–นใ‚‚ไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆฎ‹ใ•ใš้ฃŸในใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™ก ใใ—ใฆ็งใฏใใฎๅพŒใ€ๅ‘ปใๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใจ็”ทใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใฃใฆๆฎบใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆฎ‹ใ•ใšๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๅฐฝใใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใ™ใใซ้ŽใŽๅŽปใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ€ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‘ใฐ้ฃŸใน็ต‚ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใฃใฆๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ…จ็„ถๆบ€่ถณๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใฃใฆใ‚‚็†ๆ€งใ‚’ไฟใฆใ‚‹ไฝใซใฏๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใŒๅŽใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€‚ใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ช ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญใ€็”ทๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไบบใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใช็งใฎๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใฆใŸใ‚ˆ? ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ่ฒดๆ–นใฏ็งใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญ? ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญโ™ช ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......โ™ก ใใคใญๅ›ใฎๆ‰€ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†โ™ชใ€ ็งใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใง่บซไฝ“ใซไป˜ใ„ใŸ่ก€ใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใ€็ถบ้บ—ใซใชใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใในใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใจๅพŒ่ก›ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅพŒ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใซๆŠฑใ็€ใ„ใฆ่ˆใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใกใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใŸๆ™‚้–“ใฏๅคšๅˆ†ใปใ‚“ใฎๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ็งใ‚‚ใณใฃใใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎไบ‹ๅฎŸใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใจๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’1ๅ›žๆˆ‘ๆ…ขๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไฝ้ข็™ฝใ„็‰ฉใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ—ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€‚ ๆœ€ๅˆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใใคใญๅ›ใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎ่™ซใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅญ˜ๅค–ไธญใ€…้ข็™ฝใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฃใฆใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใฏๆนงใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ้•ใ†ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’ๅฅฝใใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚‚็งใจๅŒใ˜ไฝๅฅฝใใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ็งไปฅไธŠใซใใคใญๅ›ใซๅคงๅˆ‡ใซใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฆฌใ‘ใกใ‚ƒใ†ไปฅไธŠใซใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆนงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅ›žใ‚Šใซใฏ้ข็™ฝใ„็‰ฉใŒใ„ใฃใฑใ„โ™ช ๆฅฝใ—ใใฆๆฅฝใ—ใใฆไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใชใโ™ช ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฃใจๆฅฝใ—ใ„ไบ‹ใŒๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบˆๆ„ŸใŒใ™ใ‚‹! ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใคใญๅ›ใ€ๅฅฝใใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใ€ๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‰......โ™ก ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใšใฃใจไธ€็ท’ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ˆใšใฃใจใšใ…ใฃใจ......ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ€ใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†โ™ก
The Crazy Thought of The Red Eyes The first day of guarding request. After we discussed about it, it was decided that I would be transferred to the front side apart from Kitsune-kun and co., I sat on the coachman seat and looking forward. It was boring since Kitsune-kun wasn't around. Next to me was the person; who perhaps was our current client; who was controlling the horses that were pulling the wagon, and on the other side sat a female adventurer. According to Kitsune-kun, she was woman A. Coachman seat was close to the luggage room, and we also could use it as a leaning space, if we opened the window who was located there, then these space would be connected. The window was located behind the client, seems like it was the pulled inside type one. And currently, the window was opened, and the man; who was inside the luggage room; was popping out his face from it. Since there was no second space at the coachman seat so it couldn't be helped to be turned out into like this. "Say, Leila-san, why are you together with that H rank?" And, from a moment ago he was always calling out and talked to me. Like, what was the thing I like, did I ever have a lover; with similar eyes like the men at Grandile kingdom. That was why I answered with, I love Kitsune-kun, I hadn't ever dated anyone; it was truly a bother to answer him since I honestly didn't care about it at all. And then, he asked that question. Perhaps it was because I said that I loved Kitsune-kun, but this man was a bit too persistent. Was it okay to eat him, I wonder... but, if I did that, I was sure it would trouble Kitsune-kun, so I had to bear with it, because I loved Kitsune-kun so much, after all! "Why?" "He's an H rank, nothing but a trifling small fry... so there's no reason for a C rank like you to be together with him, right?" "Ahaha, your eyes sure are blind, you're also included in that trifling small fry, you know?" "...well, in your eyes that may be the case, but... I honestly can't see anything amazing from him, though." Seems like this person was jealous of my relation with Kitsune-kun. The target perhaps would be me, right? When I thought so and looked at him, his meat looked very unappetizing... he was also filled with sweaty smell, completely unappetizing at all. A type of person you could find anywhere, it was such a shame but he didn't match my qualification, I wasn't interested at all. As I though, Kitsune-kun was the one I loved the most. "If you don't understand it then just so be it, as long as I understand Kitsune-kun's splendor, that's already good enough." "...how enviable." Even if I was the only one who understood Kitsune-kun's splendor, that was good enough. Because he was none other than mine, after all. The other should just became my prey, if I ate them all, everyone were all the same, after all. But perhaps there would be no prey that was more delicious than Kitsune-kun, though. And then, the man became somewhat pensive and was scrutinizingly staring at me from my rear. I sure was a cutie, I also thought that my style wasn't that bad, but I didn't particularly like to be scruntinizingly stared at. "Could you please stop staring at me?" "Ah... sorry." When I said so, he furrowed his eyebrows and sullenly drawn her face back from the window. In doing so, this time, the woman who sat next to the client was glaring at me. If you looked at me with such eyes, it made me want to eat you, you know? Please stop it, since here I had been enduring myself, after all. "What is it?" "Hn, I love Jill way more than you do, so...." "By Jill, do you mean that man just now? Hee... so you like that man, huh... I sure don't understand it, that man's interesting part." "Ha, even if you're a C rank, to don't understand it, aren't you just a child who don't understand anything about loving someone?" Child, child, huh... I didn't particularly care about what this woman said about me, but calling me didn't understand anything about loving someone, that wasn't the case at all. Because I love Kitsune-kun so much, after all. I love love love him very much, after all. If it was Kitsune-kun's words, then no matter what kind of abusive words it would be, I would gladly accept it with love. "Wh, why are you laughing?" "It's nothing, ufufufu...." Somehow I really wanted to meet Kitsune-kun. To be this happy by just thinking about Kitsune-kun, ufufufu, as I thought, the feeling of loving someone sure was interesting. My body was trembling in ecstasy, I couldn't hold it any longer. After this, let's go to where Kitsune-kun was. Kitsune-kun, Kitsune-kun, ufufufu, just remembering his face made the place around below my stomach got itchy... amazing, Kitsune-kun sure was amazing! "The day would end soon, so let's start the camping preparation." Saying so, the client person stopped the wagon. If we looked at it, the day was surely about the ended. I had a good night vision so there would be no problem for me, but, becoming human sure was inconvenient, wasn't it? But, remembering that with this I would be able to meet Kitsune-kun, it was a mystery that my mood was sky rocketed. Ufufu, romance sure was fun. Seems like woman B was capable of using fire magic, so the bonfire preparation was also quickly done, the meals were the packed preserved food that was mainly good enough to fill our stomach so it didn't take that much time to be prepared. When I was going to leave that place, the man grabbed my hand and stopped me. I didn't want him to touch me, so I pulled my hand away from him. "Please wait a bit, Leila-san, I want to talk about our plan tomorrow." "Eh~, no way. I want to go to Kitsune-kun's place." Plan about tomorrow, like I cared about it. In the end, it would surely be about nothing but trifling and foolish thing, after all, I wouldn't die even if I didn't know about it. Rather than such trivial thing, I wanted to meet Kitsune-kun. "Please don't say that, here, drink this." The one that man presented at me was, a cup of milk, I think. It seemed like had been warmed up using the bonfire, but there was a strange smell from that milk. Perhaps, he had put a kind of drugs there. It was a very faint smell that perhaps wouldn't be noticed by human, but perhaps since I was someone who could manipulate disease, I somehow noticed it. When I looked at that man, I felt a strong intention akin to licking my whole body at that man's gaze. But I wasn't disgusted by it, you know? Because that was the same feeling I had toward Kitsune-kun, after all. But, sorry, I couldn't answer your feeling. Because, I loved Kitsune-kun so much, after all. "I don't need it, bye~." That was why I said so and left that place. However, "Tch... I tell you so, so just come here already!" "Eh?" Then man grabbed my hand and then pulled me. It was so sudden; being pulled; my body lost its balance and fallen to the ground. And then, then man immediately went atop me in a flash. A similar posture like how I did Kitsune-kun. "...what do you want?" "*sigh*, well, whatever. No matter even if you're a C rank adventurer, in the end, woman is still a woman... let's do something fun together. There is this kind of business, when you're alive, you'd prefer to do anything as you pleased, right?" Fun thing? What was he intending to do, I wonder? Was he going to lick and eat me similarly like how I wanted to do Kitsune-kun? Eh~, I really didn't want that. "Ooh, it's bigger that it looks." And then, the man said so while seizing my boobs. Come to think of it, Kitsune-kun also said that he liked boobs, didn't he? Honestly speaking, it was heavy and nothing but a hindrance, though... why did they like it, I wonder? I really didn't understand human's thought. But, well, it didn't particularly feel good. My body was my own, and the only person I'd let to do anything he pleased with it was none other than Kitsune-kun, after all. "You're in my way, go away." "Making such strong face, you have no experience at this kind of thing, right?" "Nmu...?" And then, then man thrust his fingers inside my mouth. He moved his fingers as if playing with my tongue. I didn't know what was so fun about it, but feeling the sensation of his fingers that were touching my tongue, just as I thought, or so I thought. As I thought, you were, "Disgusting." "Gaaaa!?" Yup, even the blood was disgusting. And then, the screaming man was rolling and went away from me. While chewing his index and middle fingers, I sat straight up. Gulping down the minced fingers, it felt good as usual when it slid pass my throat. But, not enough. This wasn't enough at all. It had the usual pleasant feeling I felt thus far, but the feeling when I ate Kitsune-kun was way more intense. Too intense that even made my body couldn't move, and just a bit more it even almost broke my soul apart. That was why, you wouldn't be able to satisfy me. "Aaaa...!! Wh, what are you doing?!" "Ufufu, ufufufu... disgusting, very disgusting... it doesn't appetizing at all... my body already couldn't be satisfied by other than Kitsune-kun's...." "Haa?!" "But if I go and meet Kitsune-kun as it is, I may break my promise... that's why, don't worry, you sure taste disgusting but I'll make sure to don't leave even a shred of you. You must be happy, right? Because you love me, after all, right? Fine then, let's do it, many interesting things." Saying so, I grabbed the; suffering in agony; man's arm, and tore it off from its shoulder. The blood was sprouting out and soaked my body, but I didn't mind it. I bit the torn off arm, chewed the meat, crunched the bone, and then gulped it down altogether. It gave some chills to my body, but not enough, not enough at all.... "Gi..aa, aaaaaa!!" "Jill?!" And then, woman A appeared there. The one who glared at me before. The other one was guarding at the flank side so she wasn't here, and when the woman looked at the bloodstained man, she drawn out her sword and pointed it at me with an angry expression. Aha, so you also wanted to join us, right? Fine, come on, let's do something good together. Let's do something fun together. Don't worry, I was sure you'd also taste disgusting, but I'd properly eat you without leaving anything. And then, after killing and tearing off the screaming woman and man's necks, I properly ate them without leaving anything behind. Fun time sure passed quickly, before I noticed it I'd eaten them all. Ahaha, good for you, the male adventurer, you were any use for your beloved me, you know? You must be happy about it, right? You loved me, after all, right? Good for you, good for you. "Ufufu, ufufufu... well then, let's go and meet Kitsune-kun." Using my miasma, I cleaned the blood that was sticking at my body, and after I made sure that my body was clean, I went toward the rear side; where Kitsune-kun was; while skipping. After that, I hugged, licked, and kissed Kitsune-kun, but I didn't do anything further. I thought that the time I together with Kitsune-kun was a short one. That was a very surprising act even for me, but since I'd found something interesting that could make me endured myself from meeting Kitsune-kun, so I thought it was a good thing. The idea type fairy, Finia. At first I only thought her as nothing but bug that was always flying around Kitsune-kun, but unexpectedly she was quite an interesting person. Just for being an idea type wouldn't take my interest. But Finia was different, she loved Kitsune-kun. She loved Kitsune-kun equally like how I loved him. Also, she cherished Kitsune-kun more than I did him. That was why, not just I was jealous of her, I was also interested in her. There were many interesting things around Kitsune-kun. It sure was very fun. I felt like there would be many more interesting thing happened in the future! As I thought, I loved, really really loved Kitsune-kun... we were going to be always together from now on, after all. That was why, Kitsune-kun, from now on... let's do many fun things together.
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่™ซ ไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใซใ‚ใ‹ใซใฏไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ง้”ใŒๆฃฎใฎๅ‡บๅฃใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใฃใฆๅๅ‰ใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎๅนด้ฝขใงใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใจๅŒใ˜ไฝใ€่บซ้•ทใฏๅฐๆŸ„ใงใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใชใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏใญใฃใ€‚ ใใฎๅญใฏใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏCใฎใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใๅผทใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆฐ—้…ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฏๅผทใ„ใฃใฆใ€‚ใใฃใจCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใฏๅŽใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ไฝใšใฃใจๅผทใ„ใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใƒ˜ใƒณใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใชใ‚‹ใพใงใซใใฃใจไฝ•ๅƒไฝ•็™พใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’็ตŒใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€่…ฐใซๆใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบŒๆœฌใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฏๆ–ฐๅ“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซไฝฟใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ่ทกใŒๅ…จใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ๆ–ฐๅ“ใ‚’่ฒทใฃใŸๅพŒใ ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€้˜ฒๅ…ทใ‚‚ๆ–ฐๅ“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšไธ€ๅผๅ…จ้ƒจ่ฒทใ„ๆƒใˆใพใ—ใŸใฃใฆๅฐ่ฑกใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใซใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅญใŒๅ‡„ใๆ€ชใ—ใๆ˜ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹ใƒ˜ใƒณใชไบ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹? ใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ใƒใƒ‹ใƒผใƒˆใƒฉใƒƒใƒ—ใ‹! ่‰ฒไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใงไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใ€ใจใญ! ็พใซใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏ่ƒธใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆ็ฐกๅ˜ใซใ€ใ“ใ‚ใฃใจใ€ๅฎนๆ˜“ใซ้จ™ใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ€‚่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒใซใ‚„ใซใ‚„ใ—ใŸ็ฌ‘ใ„ใซๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ™ใฃใ”ใใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ—ใŸ! ๆญฉใ„ใฆใŸใ‚‰ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่…•ใซ็ตกใฟใคใ„ใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฉใ„ใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ใ—ใคใ“ใ้›ขใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ใŒ้•ทใ„็งใฎๆ–นใŒๅคงไบ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใ‚Œใซใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่‚ฉใซๅบงใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็งใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญ! ็‰น็ญ‰ๅธญใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ็€ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใŒใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใฎๅธŒๅฐ‘ๆ€งใŒไป–ๅ›ฝใซใพใงไผใ‚ใฃใฆใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅๅ‰ใŒไป–ๅ›ฝใซใพใงๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆต็Ÿณใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใŒๅ‡„ใๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใŒไบบ้–“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใพใ‚‹ใงใ€็ฃใŒ้คŒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ€ๆ ผไธ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใ€‚ ๆ€ชใ—ใ„ๅ…‰ใ‚’ๅฎฟใ—ใŸ็žณใŒใ€ๅ‡„ใๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ใใฃใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆˆฆใ„ใŒๅฅฝใใ€ๅ‘ฝใฎๅ‰Šใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใ–ๅผท่€…ใฎๅคšใ„ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซไผšใ„ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใฏๅฝผๅฅณใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆˆฆใ†ใฎใ‚’้ฟใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€่ฉฑใ‚’ใชใ‚ใชใ‚ใซใ—ใฆ่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ™ใฎใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅพ—ๆ„ๆŠ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ†…ใซๅ‹่ฒ ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๆฑบใพใฃใฆใŸใ€‚็š†ใชใ‚“ใงๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎ? ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๅฟƒใซ็ง˜ใ‚ใฆใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บใชๆฐ—้…ใซใ€‚ ใ€Žใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅฑ…ใฆใ‚ˆใ€ใ•ใ•ใฃใจ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚ใฎๅญใฎๆ‰€ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚ฉใซ็งใ‚’็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ€่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ™ใ”ใๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„ŸใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๆง˜......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€ใ‚‰ใ—ใใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็งใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใซๅฏพๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไฝ™่ฃ•ใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่…•ใ‚’็ต„ใ‚“ใงใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ๅ”ธใ‚‹็งใ‚’ๅฟƒ้…ใใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบŒไบบใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใจใ‚‚ใ‹ใใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ“ใพใงๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’้Žไฟกใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใฃใฆๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆˆฆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใ‘? ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็ง่ฆ‹ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใใ‚‹!ใ€ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ้…ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏ็พฝใ‚’ใฏใฐใŸใ‹ใ›ใฆๆตฎ้Šใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚ฉใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณ็ซ‹ใคใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ่ฃๆ‰‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹่จ“็ทดๅ ดใพใงใ€็งใฏ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅพŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅญใ‚‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ้…ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ๅฎถๆ—ใจใ—ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆŸใฎ้–“ใฎๅ–œใณใฏใ™ใใซๆถˆใ—้ฃ›ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚€ใฃ!?ใ€ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ๅ€’ใ—ใŸใ‚ใฎๅฅณใŒใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซใกใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใ€Œใฃใทใฏใฃ......ใ€ ๅˆใ‚ใฆใฎใ‚ญใ‚นใฏใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใฎๅ‘ณใŒใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใฐใ„ใ€ใใคใญใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใฆไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅ”‡ใ‹ใ‚‰้ก”ใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใคใคใ€ๅฃใ‚’ๆ‹ญใ†ใ€‚ใ•ใฃใใพใงๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็ธ›ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ่ฌŽใฎๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใฏๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎไธŠใซ่ทจใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใ€ๅฆ–่‰ถใซๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใŒใฃใŸๅฃๅ…ƒใซๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅฝ“ใฆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็žณใซใฏๆ€ชใ—ใ„ๅ…‰ใŒๅฎฟใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅฟƒใชใ—ใŒใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใŒๅนป่ฆ–ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—้กใฃใฆๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใพใงๆกˆๅ†…ใ—ใŸใ€ๅ‹่ฒ ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซใชใฃใŸใ€ๅ‹่ฒ ใ—ใŸใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใŸใ€ใ‚ญใ‚นใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใฏใ„ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅพŒใจใใฎไธ€ๅ€‹ๅ‰ใŒใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚็น‹ใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚็†ฑใ„ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ‚Œใฏใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฒใฃใฝใใฆ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใฏใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใใ†ใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใต......ใ€ ใ€Œ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ“ใ„ใคใ€่žใ„ใฆใญใ‡ใ€ ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚ๆ€ชใ—ใ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ ใ‘ใฎๅฝผๅฅณใ€ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใ‚ใฃใกใ‚ƒๆ€–ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใฆใฃ!!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฃฐใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎๅ‘ใ“ใ†ๅดใ‹ใ‚‰่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใง่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฃใจใใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใฎๅฃฐ้Ÿณใฏใ€ใžใฃใจใ™ใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ๆ€’ๆฐ—ใŒๆททใ–ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่‚ŒใŒใƒ“ใƒชใƒ“ใƒชใจๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎๅœงๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃใ€่ฒดๅฅณใฏใใคใญๅ›ใซใใฃใคใ„ใฆใŸ่™ซใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚‹ใ•ใ„ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใฆ็™บๆƒ…็Œซใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ€็ฉใ‚„ใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ ใชใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰้ฃใ„ใ‚„้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚‚ๆ™ฎๆฎตใจ้•ใ†ใ€ๆ™ฎๆฎตๅƒ•ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‚ชๅฃใซใฏๆ‚ชๆ„ใŒๅ…จใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใซใ€ไปŠใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใฏ็ฏ€ใ€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฃ˜ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ€’ใ‚Šใจ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใฎๅซใพใ‚ŒใŸใ€ๆ–‡ๅญ—้€šใ‚Šใฎๆ‚ชๅฃใ€ๆšด่จ€ใ€‚ ๅฏพใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่™ซใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ›ใฐๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ‡บไผšใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใชใ‚“ใฎๅๅฟœใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ‚‚ใ€็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใŸใ€‚ ไปŠๆ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ›ใฐใ€ใ‚ขใƒฌใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็œผไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ“ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใฏไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏๅƒ•ใŒๅ–ใ‚ŠๆŒใŸใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใซใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......็งใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚้ง„็›ฎใชใ‚“ใ ใใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณๆทฑใ„ไบบใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆˆ‘ๆ…ขๅ‡บๆฅใชใใฆ......ไปŠใพใงใฏไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใŸไปฒ้–“ใŒๆญขใ‚ใฆใใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ไปŠๅ›žใฏ้ง„็›ฎใ ใฃใŸใฎใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆ„ๅ‘ณๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆใญใ€ไปŠใฎ็งใฎใƒ•ใ‚กใƒผใ‚นใƒˆใ‚ญใ‚นใ ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ…จ็„ถๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๅ‡บๆฅใญใ‡!ใ€ ๅฏ†ใ‹ใซใ€ใ‚ใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใŒใƒ•ใ‚กใƒผใ‚นใƒˆใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’ๅƒ•ใซใใ‚ŒใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚Šใ‚ƒๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€่‹ฅๅนฒๅผทๅผ•ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใ‚‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅผทๅผ•ใ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†! ๅฏงใ‚็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซๅผทใ่ฟซใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใชใ„็”ทใฏใ„ใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฏ้ง„็›ฎใ ใญใ€‚ใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚€ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅคงใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฅฝใใ ใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆนงใ„ใŸไบบใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใจ่บซไฝ“ใŒ็†ฑใใชใฃใฆใ€ๆ€ใ‚ใš่ฅฒใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„ใŸใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใซใชใ‚‹ใฎ......ใใคใญๅ›ใฏ็งใฎๅฅฝใฟใซๅ‡„ใๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ใใ‚Œใซใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใชใฎใซ็งใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆๆœ€ๅพŒใพใงๆ„่ญ˜ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅผฑใใ†ใชใฎใซใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ๆ‰€ใŒ......ใ‚‚ใ†ใŸใพใ‚‰ใชใ„......!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ็ท ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๅ ชใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅผฑใใ†ใชใฎใซใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„......ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใ‚ใฎๆœ‰ๅใชใ‚ฎใƒฃใƒƒใƒ—่Œใˆใ‹ใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใชใฎใ‹ใช? ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใจใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฎๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒฃใƒƒใƒ—่ŒใˆใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆนงใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ€ใ‚ใš็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ—ใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็ตๆง‹็š„ใ‚’ๅพ—ใฆใ‚‹ใญใ€็ขบใ‹ใซ็™บๆƒ…็Œซใ ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ......้›ขใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใ„ใ€ๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใงใญ......ไปŠใ™ใใซ็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใฃ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ก ใพใ่ฒดๅฅณใŒๆฅใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่ˆˆใŒๅ†ทใ‚ใŸใ—ใ€้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใซๆ€’ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่บซไฝ“ใฎไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ€’ใฃใŸ้ก”ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏไธŠๅŠ่บซใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏๆ€’ใฃใŸ้ก”ใฏใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใใชใ„ใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฟใŸใ„ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใงๅ‚ใซใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็Œ›ใ‚นใƒ”ใƒผใƒ‰ใงๅƒ•ใฎใŠ่…นใซ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใƒผใ‚“!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ’ใตใฃ......!ใ€ ็—›ใฟใŒ็„กใใฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใŠ่…นใซ็ชๆ’ƒใ—ใฆใใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใซใ€่บซไฝ“ใฎไธญใซใ‚ใฃใŸ็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒๅผทๅˆถ็š„ใซๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๆผใ‚Œๅ‡บใŸใ€‚่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ้ก”ใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็‰‡ๆ‰‹ใงๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅฐใ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฝฐใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅฆฌใ‘ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใชใใ€ใญใ‡ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใ“ใฎๅพŒไบŒไบบใงไฝ•ใ‹็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„็‰ฉใงใ‚‚้ฃŸในใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„? ่™ซใฏใŠใ„ใฆใฃใฆใ•ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฏๆ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ๅ‹ๆ„›ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅฅฝๆ„ใงใ™ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใซๆƒนใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ŒซใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€ๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใช็‰ฉใŒๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ€็ใ—ใ„็‰ฉใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸใŸใ ใฎๅฅฝๅฅ‡ๅฟƒใฟใŸใ„ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใชใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใŸใจใˆๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ‚ณใƒฌใŒๆ‹ๆ„›ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ ใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅคšๅˆ†ๅŒใ˜ๆง˜ใซ่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่™ซๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใŠๅ‰ใจ้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใ”้ฃฏใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ไธๅ‘ณ้ŽใŽใฆ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ใใ‚Œใจโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•็™บๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ไฝ™ๆ‰€ใงใ‚„ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ‚‡ใจใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใ‚ค่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆœฌๅฟƒใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่™ซใชใ‚“ใฆๅ‘ผใถๅฅดใฏ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชใซ็ตถไธ–ใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚„็พŽๅฅณใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชใซๆจฉๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใฃใŸ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใ‚„้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆˆ–ใ„ใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚„็ฅžๆง˜ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆƒณใ„ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ไพฎ่พฑใงใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ไพฎ่พฑใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‹่ฒ ใฏ็€ใ„ใŸใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅธฐใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่™ซใจๅ‘ผใฐใชใใชใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บ็›ดใ—ใฆๆฅใ„ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏๆœ€ๅพŒใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใใฎๅ ดใ‚’ๅŽปใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้š ใ‚Œใฆๆญคๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ€็œ‰้–“ใซ้›†ไธญใ—ใŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’่ฝใก็€ใ‹ใ›ใฆใ€่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใซๆˆปใ™ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆ€–ใŒใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฟใณใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใŒ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ใปใฃใจใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใ€ไธ€็ท’ใซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎไธญใธใจๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅŽปใ‚Š้š›ใซใกใ‚‰ใฃใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ไฟฏใ„ใฆ็ซ‹ใกๅฐฝใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใกใฃใจใ‚‚็ฝชๆ‚ชๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆŠฑใ‹ใชใ„ใพใพใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใธใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚
Bug What happened, it was so sudden so I couldn't believe it myself. The one we encountered at the entrance of the forest was, a girl named Leila Vermilion. From her appearance, it seems like she was at the same age as Kitsune, her height was also approximately same as him, and I also thought that her appearance was cute, her appearance. It seems like that girl was an outrageously powerful C rank adventurer. Since my level had increased I was somehow able to understand such presence so I immediately understood it, that that girl was strong. She was very strong to the point she won't stopped at just C rank, or so I thought. That was why, I thought it was strange. That was because to become a C rank adventurer, she was supposed to has fought against hundreds or thousands magical beasts thus far, but both of sword at her waist seem like brand new and had no traces to ever been used even once. There was the possibility that she just purchased a new pair, but even her armor was a brand new, after all. That's why I got an impression that it was just as if she just purchased all of it. That was why, I totally suspected that girl who was always trying to cling to Kitsune-san. Was she thinking about something strange about Kitsune-san? Or did she intending to do something to Kitsune-san? Or so I thought. Was that a honey trap! What was she intending to do by seduce him that much! Actually, to got her breast pressed against him, I could see that he was easily and quickly fell for it. His faint smile was unusually grinning, after all. He looked somewhat excited! When we were walking, I clapped her hand since she kept clinging at Kitsune-san, she was obstinately won't to let him go but Kitsune-san separated himself from her himself, as expected, I who had spent much more time with him was much more important than her, moreover the one who was allowed to sit at Kitsune-san's shoulder is none other than me, after all! That was my special seat, after all. When we entered the guild, I finally understood that her objective was Kitsune-san. Seems like the rumor about Kitsune-san's existence had been spread till foreign country. To got his name spread till the Kingdom was as expected of Kitsune-san, or so I thought, but the way she looked at Kitsune-san was very disgusting. I thought that wasn't the way a human looking at other human. --that was as if, a beast that looking at its prey, a looking down gaze. The ominous light at her eyes was very disgusting. I was sure she was very like to fight, to the point I thought that she might even like to do a life and death battle. There was no way such very powerful person from Grandile Kingdom would specially came here just to meet Kitsune-san, after all. That was why I tried to avoid having her fought against Kitsune-san, glossing over a subject was Kitsune-san's special ability, so I thought to try utilizing it too. But she won't listen to what I said. Without I noticed it, it was already decided that they would had a duel. Why did no one realized it? The dangerous presence deep inside her. "Finia-chan, I want you to wait here together with Lulu-chan, since I'll finish it quickly, after all" Saying so, Kitsune-san went toward where that girl was. Putting me at Lulu-chan's shoulder, he immediately turned his back at us, but when I looked at his back, I somewhat felt a very bad premonition from it. "Finia-sama...?" "Hmm...?" "What's up Finia, you don't seems like your usual self." Lulu-chan and Rishe-chan say that to me, but I have no time to answer their query. Folding my arm and nodding, both of them are looking at me with a somewhat worried expression, but leaving aside Lulu-chan, Rishe-chan seems like she doesn't worried that much. Perhaps, does she trust Kitsune-san's ability or something? Come to think of it, Rishe-chan hasn't ever watched Kitsune-san fought, doesn't she? "...yes, as I thought I'll go and take a look at it myself!" Worried about Kitsune-san, I flap my wings and floating, and then fly from Lulu-chan's shoulder. I fly toward the training ground underground the guild. In doing so, I can understand that Lulu-chan comes following me from behind. Does that girl perhaps worried about Kitsune-san, too? As a family, I'm a bit happy about it. But, that happy moment is immediately blown away. That's because... "Umu!?" That girl who is pushing down Kitsune-san is, kissing Kitsune-san, after all. * * * "Ppuhaa..." My first kiss, I finally tasted a girl's flavor. Yaay, Kitsune. While thinking about what just happened, I look at that girl's face that is separating from my lips, and then I wipe my own mouth. The mysterious chill that binding me just now has disappeared, but Leial-chan who is still sit atop me is, with her face blushing, she bewitchingly puts her finger at her lips. There's an ominous light dwells at her eyes and somehow I feel like I can see a heart mark at it. Or rather, what, what just happened? Let's try rewind the time and recollect what have happened. I met Leila-chan, then guiding her till the guild, then deciding to have a duel, then I took the duel, then I lose, and then she kissed me, yup it was strange. No matter how I think about it, the last one is irrelevant to anything before it. Looking at Leila-chan who is passionately sighing, she looks very erotic, and it's just as if she's at sexual excitement or something, but right now isn't the time to pondering about such a thing. "Umm, Leila-chan?" "Ufu, ufufufu....." "No good, she doesn't listening at all." Looking at her who just dubiously laughing when I addressed her, to be honest, I'm very scared. And then, "Go away from Kitsune-san!!" That's Finia-chan voice, I feel like hear it from the rear side of Leila-chan. I can't see her because of Leila-chan, but I'm sure she is there. Her tone is, filled with anger that even makes me shudder. There's a strong pressure comes from her body. "Ahaha, you're the bug that was always clinging to Kitsune-kun, right?" "Shut up, just quickly go away from Kitsune-san, you lustful cat." Somewhat, that isn't a peaceful ambiance, isn't it? Finia-chan's wording and ambiance are different from usual, when she always bad mouthing me, I can't feel any ill will from it but right now I can feel a clear prickle from Finia-chan's word. Filled with anger and irritation, the literal bad mouth, abusive remark. In the contrary, Leial-chan also referred Finia-chan as bug. Come to think of it, ever since we met this girl, she never gave any reaction to Finia-chan, at all. Even when Finia-chan clapped her hand, she ignored her. If I rethink about it, she did that because she was disregarding Finia-chan, huh. Nonetheless, this situation is bad, I must act as the mediator here. "Leila-chan, why did you kissed me?" "Ufu, ufufufu.... For me that was a very hopeless thing, before the man I was very interested at, I couldn't hold it anymore... thus far, my comrade would always stopped me, but... this time it was hopeless." "Wait, I don't understand it, at all." "Ah, please be at ease, that was my first kiss, you know?" "It doesn't make me at ease at all!!" Secretly, ah, I slightly feel happy about it. Because, having a girl gives her first kiss for me, of course that would make me happy, she might be a bit too pushy, but I think that a girl that has such pushy side at her also not that bad! Or rather, there's no men who isn't happy to be strongly pushed by a beauty, right? But, anything more than it is off limit. Above all, it makes Finia-chan sad, after all, also, it isn't like I'm in love with Leila-chan or anything. "I, my body would become hot whenever I have the person I interested at before me, and it would make me instinctively want to attack him... Kitsune-kun, you are totally my preference, you know? Moreover, even though you were an H rank, you were still conscious to the bitter end even though you had received many of my attacks, the way you look weak but that isn't the case... it's so irresistible...!" Hugging her own body, Leila-chan says so while as if enduring something. Look weak but that isn't the case... this is that famous gap moe, huh, no no, that's not it. Or rather, is that really the case? Because for her, I matched her preference, had a gap moe, and interesting, so she unintentionally got excited at me? Ahaha, seems like Finia-chan's remark was quite right, she indeed a lustful cat, after all. "I have no damn care about such a thing... if you don't want to move then, okay, just don't move from there.... Since I'll burn you immediately!" "Ahaha, since you have come here my interest has diminished, I'll move away from him." "...Finia-chan, I'm alright, so, please don't be that mad." When Leila-chan moves away from atop me, I finally able to see Finia-chan's angry face. And then I say so to calm her down. I don't want to see Finia-chan's angry face, I want her to keep smiling as usual. And then, Finia-chan flies toward my stomach with a great speed. "Kitsune-san!" "Gefu...!" Thank's god I can't feel any pain, receiving an attack-like hug form Finia-chan, the air inside me forced out from my mouth. While wryly smiling, I hug Finia-chan who is burying her face at my body with one hand. She's small so I hug her gently so that I won't crush her. "I somehow got jealous you know, Kitsune-kun, just the two of us, how about we go and grab some food together? Leaving that bug aside." Leila-chan says so to me. Perhaps her feeling isn't a love, it also isn't a friendship, I can't feel any good will from it. It's just, as if a cat that finds something interesting, happy to find something new, interested at something unusual, curiosity, something along those lines, or so I thought. However, even if that feeling of hers is a love, perhaps I'll similarly turn it down. "Ah, sorry, eating together with you who called Finia-chan as bug is, would be too unappetizing and I won't be able to bring myself to eat anything, also-- if you want to vent out your lust then just do it out there." At my word, her face floats a blank expression. That's perhaps a bit harsh, but that's my true feeling. Calling Finia-chan as bug is, I won't forgive her. Even if the one saying it is Rishe-chan nor Lulu-chan, even if she's a peerless beauty, even if he's a king nor a knight leader that hold such great authority, or perhaps even the hero nor god itself, I won't forgive any of them. Insulting Finia-chan is, similarly means as if insulting Shiori-chan. "The duel has been over so I'm going home. If you are still calling Finia-chan as bug then don't ever come near me again." Saying that, I leave that place. I finally notice Lulu-chan who is hiding and looking this way, I release the power and strain at my eyebrows. Calming down my emotion, return to my usual faintly smiling expression. I can't bring myself to scare Lulu-chan, after all. Looking at my usual faint smile, Lulu-chan looks somewhat relieved. I pat her head, and return to the guild area together. Before I leave that place, I take a glance at Leila-chan and I can see her standing still there while looking downward to the ground. But, without harboring any guilty feeling, I turn my line of sight away from her.
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ๅฎถๆ— ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใฎ......ใใ‚“ใชใฎ้ง„็›ฎใงใ™......!ใ€ ๅ”็ชใซใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ†ๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅซใ‚“ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใซใฏใ€ไบ›ใ‹ๅฃฐใฏๅฐใ•ใใ€่ฟซๅŠ›ใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใซใฏใใ†ๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใปใฉใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆ‡ๅฎŸใชไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ ่ณผๅ…ฅใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใšใฃใจไฝ•ใ‹ๆ€ใ„ใคใ‚ใŸๆง˜ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคไปฒ่‰ฏใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใชใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎๆ€ๆƒ‘ใฏๅคฑๆ•—ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ไฝ•ใŒ้ง„็›ฎใชใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฒฐใฃใŸๆœใ‚’ใŽใ‚…ใฃใจๆกใ‚Šใ—ใ‚ใฆใ€่‚ฉใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ๅ›ใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ๆƒณใ„ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใชใ‚‹ในใๅ›ใ‚’ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆๆ‰ฑใ„ใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅ›ใซใจใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใ„ใฎ? ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚ใฎ้’ๅนดใซๆšด่จ€ใ‚’ๅใๆจใฆใŸๆ™‚ใชใ‚“ใ‹่ถณไธ‹ใซใ‚‚ๅŠใฐใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€ๆ€’ใ‚Šใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใๅ‡บใ—ใซใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใงๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ไธ€็žฌใ€ๆฐ—ๅœงใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใซๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ๆญฉใ€่ถณใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซๅ‡บไผšใฃใฆใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆ€–ใใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅƒ•ใŒใ€ใปใ‚“ใฎ12ๆญณ็จ‹ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซๆฐ—ๅœงใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ......ๅ„ชใ—ใ™ใŽใพใ™ใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ......ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงๅฑใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹......! ๅฅด้šทใฏไธปไบบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไธ‹ใฎใ€ๅฎถ็•œใฟใŸใ„ใซ่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ™......ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆกใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ“ใจใ‚„ใ€้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใจ......ใใ‚“ใชใฎๆ‚ชใ„ๅคขใงใ™! ๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰ๆšด่จ€ใ‚’ๅใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ€ไธปไบบใซ่งฆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ™ใ‚‰็ฝชใซใชใ‚‹็ญˆใงใ™......! ๆ™ฎ้€šๅฅด้šทใŒไธปไบบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ๅฑใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™! ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ ใฃใฆๆœฌๅฝ“ใฏไธŽใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™......! ๆœใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใฎใƒœใƒญๅธƒใฎใพใพใงใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™!ใ€ ๅ„ชใ—ใใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏๅฅด้šทใซใจใฃใฆๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๅ‰ใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใงใ€ๅถใ†็ญˆใฎ็„กใ„ๅคขใ€ๆฌฒๆœ›ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–ใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ในใๅนธใ›ใงใ€ๅฅด้šทใซใชใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซๅคฑใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€ใพใ ๅนผใใฆ็ด”็ฒ‹ใชๅญไพ›ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฏใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใจๅฟƒใซๅˆปใฟ่พผใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏๅ„ชใ—ใใ•ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใจใ€่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ไบบ็”Ÿใฏใ‚‚ใ†้€ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ ใจใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใ‚’ๆ‚‰ใๅค–ใ‚Œใ‚‹่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใงใ™......! ไธปไบบใซ็ตถๅฏพๆœๅพ“ใŒๅฝ“็„ถใฎๅฅด้šท......ใชใฎใซใชใœ็งใซๅ‘ฝไปคใ—ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹! ใชใœๅผทๅˆถใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹......! ใ‚„ใ‚Œใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ—ใพใ™......ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใฎ็š„ใซใ ใฃใฆใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ไธๆบ€ใ‚’ใถใคใ‘ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ ใฃใฆใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€็ตŒ้จ“ใฏใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉ......ๅคœไผฝใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ ใฃใฆใชใ‚Šใพใ™......! ใชใฎใซใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹......! ๅ‘ฝไปคใซ่ƒŒใ„ใŸ็งใ‚’......ไฝ•ๆ•…่จฑใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹......!!ใ€ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€็ฒพไธ€ๆฏใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใซใ€ๅนผใ„้ ƒใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆ็”ŸใใฆใใŸๅญใฏใ€ใใฃใจ่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็”ŸๆดปใŒๆ€–ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใšใฃใจ่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบ็”Ÿใ‚’็ด„ๆŸใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅฅด้šทใ€ไบŒๅบฆใจๅ„ชใ—ใใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใจๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฅด้šทใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใงใ€้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใ€่ค’ใ‚ใฆใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’้€ฃ็ถšใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใจใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ไธๅฎ‰ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€‚ ่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒใ€ๆ€–ใ„ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆ......ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใจใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......ใใ†ใงใ™ใ‚ˆ......ใ“ใ‚“ใช้ขจใซๅๆŠ—็š„ใชๅฅด้šทใฏ่™ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™......ๅฉใ„ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ๆšด่จ€ใ‚’ๅใๆจใฆใฆใใ ใ•ใ„......ใใ‚ŒใŒ็งใฎ็”Ÿใใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ™......ใ€ ๅฉใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ๆšด่จ€ใ‚’ๅใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฎไผใ‚ใ‚‹่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆŽ›ใ‘ใซใ€่‚ฉใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ€็œผใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่จ€ใ†ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅงฟใฏใ€้…ทใ็—›ใ€…ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏๅ›ใ‚’ๅฉใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ๆšด่จ€ใ‚‚ๅใ‹ใชใ„ใ€่™ใ’ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ€งๆฌฒใฎๆŒใ‘ๅฃใซใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ€ๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚‚ๅผทๅˆถใ—ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ›ใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏไฝ•ไธ€ใคใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒๅ›ใซใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใ ใ‚Šใ€้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใŸใ‚Šใ€่ค’ใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใ€ใ”้ฃฏใ‚’ไธ€็ท’ใซใจใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ไธ€็ท’ใซๅฏใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅ›ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......ใพใ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹!? ็งใฏๅฅด้šทใงใ™!!ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏๅฅด้šทใ ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎไปฒ้–“ใงใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......ใ€ ใใ†ใ€ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅฅด้šทใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎไปฒ้–“ใงใ€ๅ‹้”ใงใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅƒ•ใฎๅ›ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰ฑใ„ใงใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใ€‚ ๅฅณใฎๅญใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช่ถฃๅ‘ณใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใซใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใช......ใ‚“ใง......ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅฅด้šทใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใซ่ฒทใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใซใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ใซๅพ“ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏๅฅด้šทใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใญใ€ๅ›ใฏๅ„ชใ—ใใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅ›ใŒๅฅด้šทใซใชใฃใŸ็ตŒ็ทฏใฏ่žใ‹ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไปŠใพใงๅ„ชใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸไบบใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ้•ใ†ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๅƒ•ใŒๅ›ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅ›ใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ไบบใฏๅƒ•ใŒ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€ ่™ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅƒ•ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๅƒ•ใŒใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ่™ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹็—›ใฟใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ–œใณใ‚‚็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ›ใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใฏๅƒ•ใŒๆ‰“ใกๅฃŠใ™ใ€‚ๅ›ใฎๅฟƒใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๆ•‘ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ้ง„็›ฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ€ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹......ใใ‚Œ......ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅฎถๆ—ใซ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ไบบใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰......็งใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฟฏใ„ใฆใ€ใตใ‚‹ใตใ‚‹ใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ€’ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใช? ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฏๅฎน่ชๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€ใฟใŸใ„ใช? ใพใใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใŒไธปไบบใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่ญฒใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚......็งใฎ้ซชใ€ๅˆ‡ใฃใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€‚ไผธใณใ™ใŽใฆใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ ใ€Œๅฎถๆ—......ใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใญ......ๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใ€่žใ„ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ไธๅฎ‰ใ’ใชไธŠ็›ฎ้ฃใ„ใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ไฝ่จ€ใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใ‚’ๆจใฆใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฎŸ่ทตใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏ้ซชใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ็ตŒ้จ“ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰......ๅƒ•ใ‚‚้ ‘ๅผตใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅฎฟใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€็ถบ้บ—ใซๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆƒใˆใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใซใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅฌ‰ใ€…ใจใ—ใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญใƒผใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๆ‰€ใง็งใŒใšใฃใจ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็งใ‚‚ๆˆ‘ๅ„˜่žใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚่ฌใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€่จฑใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆ€–ใ„้ก”ใ—ใชใ„ใงใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎ็ต†ใŒๆทฑใพใฃใŸใฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ“ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’ใฉใ†ๅŽใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒ่ฟธใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ไธๆฉŸๅซŒๆ™‚ใฎใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚็›ฎใŒ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ€–ใ„ใฃใฆใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใฃใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใตใตใฃใ€ ใ‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๅŽใ‚ใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆšด่ตฐใ™ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆŠฑใˆใฆ้ฟใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅคงๅค‰ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ไฝ“ใ‹ๆตใ‚Œๅผพใง้ญ”็ฃๅ€’ใ—ใฆใŸใ—ใ€‚ ใพใใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใซใชใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ–ใฃใŸ่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธใจๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใฎๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใŽใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Š่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใงๅ—ไป˜ใพใงๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใพใŸใ‚„ใ‘ใซใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใงใ™ใญใ€ใพใŸๅผทใ„้ญ”็ฃใซใงใ‚‚้ญ้‡ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎไปถใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใˆใชใ„ใชใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใซ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใง่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใจใ€็ด ็›ดใซๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸ่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใซ็ฝฎใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซ้•ทใฏไฝŽใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใซ้ ญใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่–ฌ่‰ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไปŠ็ดๅพ—ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅƒ•้”ใฎๅ—ใ‘ใŸไพ้ ผใฎไพ้ ผๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆใงใ™ใญใ€‚ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ‚‚ๆœŸ้™ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใพใใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ๅŽ็ฉซใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใ‹ใชใฃใฆใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใ•ใใ†ใซ็œผใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆ„›ใใ‚‹ใ—ใ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚้ ๆ…ฎใชใ็”˜ใˆใฆใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใช? 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ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…็™ป้Œฒใ‚’่กŒใ„ใพใ™ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใ€ ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคใ€ๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ ใฃใฆไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๆ™‚ๆœŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใธๅธฐใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽขใใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎ็ด„ๆŸใ‚’ๆžœใŸใ™ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†โ€•โ€•โ€• ็™ป้Œฒใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฎฟใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็™ป้ŒฒใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒใ€้ƒฝๅˆใ‚ˆใ้–‹ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ่จ“็ทดใซๅ‚ๅŠ ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใพใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใชใ‚‰ไฝ™่ฃ•ใงFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใ ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใงใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚‚ๆœช็†Ÿใชใฎใงใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใฏ็™ป้Œฒใ ใ‘ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰้ญ”็ฃใจใ‚‚ๆˆฆใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œๅฎถๆ—ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใŸๆ‰‹ๅ‰่จ€ใ„่พ›ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใฏๅƒ•ใ‚„ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ไธ€ใคใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็ด„ๆŸใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ......ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๆ™ฎ้€šใฎไบบใฏ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๆใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆˆฆใ†่ก“ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚Šๅˆใˆใฐๆญปใฌใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใจๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ“ใง......ๅ›ใซใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œๅฐๅ‰ฃใ€ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใฎไบบๆ›ฐใๅฅณใฎไบบใงใ‚‚ๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Š่…•ๅŠ›ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ใงใ‚‚......ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใใคใญๆง˜ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใ˜ใ‚ƒ......ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏๆญฃ็›ดๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใงใ„ใ†ใชใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆŒใฃใฆใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ้ซชๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใญ! ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใฏใ„ใ€ ็ด„ๆŸใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€ๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’่ฒธใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ€‚ๆค…ๅญใซๅบงใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅพŒใ‚ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅบงใ‚‹ใจๅœฐ้ขใซไป˜ใไฝ้•ทใ„้ซชใฎๆฏ›ใ€ใƒœใ‚ตใƒœใ‚ตใ ใ‘ใฉ่งฆใ‚Œใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐใพใ ใ•ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚‰ใจใ—ใŸๆ„Ÿ่งฆใŒใ‚ใฃใฆๅฟƒๅœฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆใ€่‚ฉ็”ฒ้ชจใฎ่พบใ‚Šใงๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆƒใˆใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ๆ•ฃ้ซชใฎ็ตŒ้จ“ใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธๅฏงใซใ€ๆ…Ž้‡ใซๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‰้ซชใชใฉ็ดฐใ‹ใ„ๆ‰€ใพใงๅ…จ้ƒจๅˆ‡ใ‚Š็ต‚ใˆใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่ฆ‹้•ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅฏๆ„›ใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒœใ‚ตใƒœใ‚ตใ ใฃใŸ้ซชใฏใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๆ•ดใฃใฆใ€็ฃไบบใฎๅ›žๅพฉๅŠ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆดปๅŠ›ใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๆˆปใฃใŸ่บซไฝ“ใจๅˆใ‚ใ•ใ‚Œใฐใ€็ด”็ฒ‹ๆธ…ๆฅšใจใ„ใฃใŸ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใพใŸใ€่ณผๅ…ฅใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใฏๆดปๅŠ›ใฎ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸ็žณใ‚‚ๅคงๅˆ†็”Ÿๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€็ถบ้บ—ใชๆœใ‚‚็›ธใพใฃใฆๅฅด้šทใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใ„ใปใฉใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ‹ใชใ€‚ใฏใ„ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใ€ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่ฝใจใ—ใŸ้ซชใฎๆฏ›ใ‚’็บใ‚ใฆใ‚ดใƒŸ็ฎฑใซๆจใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚ดใƒŸ็ฎฑใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใ‹ใ‚‰่ญฒใ‚Šๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ€ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใ€ๅฎฟใซๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใซๆจใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใ ใญใ€‚ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ„ใˆใ€ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใˆใ€ไฝ•? ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใใ‚“ใช่ถฃๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎ? ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉ้•ใ†ใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚็œŸๅ‰ฃใชใพใชใ–ใ—ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใตใ–ใ‘ใ‚‹้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใฏๅฎถๆ—ใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸ......ใใ‚Œใฏๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€ใงใ‚‚......็งใฏใ‚ใใพใงๅฅด้šทใงใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใพใ›ใ‚“......ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚็งใ‚’ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰......ใใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใฎ่จผใจใ—ใฆใ“ใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๅซŒใชใ‚‰ๅˆฅใซๆง‹ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“......ใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใฏใใ†ใ—ใฆใปใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€ ๅฅด้šทใ€ใจใ„ใ†็ซ‹ๅ ดใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใใ†็ฐกๅ˜ใซๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช้Ž–ใงใฏใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ๅฎถๆ—ใ ใจ่จ€ใ„ๅผตใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฅด้šทใฏๅฅด้šทใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎ็งฐๅทใซใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใใฎไบ‹ๅฎŸใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๅฅด้šทใจใ„ใ†็ซ‹ๅ ดใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ“ใจใงใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใซใชใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็‚บใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใใฎ็‚บใฎ็ด„ๆŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใจๅฎถๆ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ“ใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใฏไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงไธปๅพ“ใฎๅฅ‘็ด„ใŒ็ตใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไธปไบบใŒๅ‘ฝไปคใจใ—ใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ—ใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใ€Žๅ‘ฝไปคใ€ใซใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใช้ฆ–่ผช็จ‹ๅบฆใงๅดฉใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช้–ขไฟ‚ใŒใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใจใ„ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใŒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ”นใ‚ใฆๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’ไธ‹ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ€‚ๅซŒใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’่žใ‹ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏๆ•™ใˆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅ‘ฝไปคใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใฏใ„ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€
Family "Such a thing... such a thing is no good-desu...!" Abruptly, Lulu-chan shouts like that. As a shout, her voices is somewhat small, and there's no force on it, but for me, when I think about such a thing I can feel a somewhat seriousness from Lulu-chan. Even since I bought her, I already know that Lulu-chan was thinking about something. Even so, I thought that it would be good as long as we were able to getting along little by little, but it seems like my calculation is a failure. "...that, what is no good?" Grasping tightly the clothes she received from Ayla-san, Lulu-chan's shoulders are trembling. What are you feeling, what are you shouldering? As much as possible I don't want to treat you as a slave though, is that something bad for you? And then, Lulu-chan is looking at me with a somewhat angry expression similar like at the time she was shouting a reckless remark toward that youth. Suddenly, as if being overpowered, I unconsciously take a single step behind. The Me, who After my encounter with {Red Night} I think that there's nothing that would be able to frighten me, I'm being overpowered by a mere twelve years old girl. "Kitsune-sama is... too kind-desu!!!" "Eh...." "Why did you never scold me...! Slaves are a livestock-like existence which exist to be persecuted by their master-desu... to get my hand being held, to get head my head being petted... those are an evil dream-desu! Normally we should receive many abusive words, and just by touching their master it would be referred as a crime-desu...! Normally, if a slave was waking up later than their master, they should be scolded-desu! Even the food, actually it wouldn't be strange for a slave to not receive it-desu...! Even the clothes, it won't be strange for a slave to use that ragged cloth-desu!" Treating her kindly is, strange. That is indeed an obvious common sense for a slave, a dream which supposed to be never come true, desire. A happiness which she got when she was born to this world, and lost at the time she became a slave. Lulu-chan is, as per her appearance, still an immature and pure kid. Nevertheless, that sole thing is tightly carved at her heart. She is an existence that shouldn't receive any kindness, and couldn't be separated from persecuted life. However, seems like my actions were entirely outside that common sense. "Not just that-desu...! Absolute obedience to their master is a matter of course for a slave... but why did you never gave me any order...!? If you said to do it then I'll do anything... I even would become your attack target, I even would become the target to vent up your displeasure, I have no experience... but I even would become your night attendant...! However, why did Kitsune-sama never say it...! To me who disobeyed your order... why did you forgive me...!!" That was, her whole feeling. Similar like Lulu-chan, another childs who also become slave since they were still a kid, they must be scared to live a life without being persecuted. A slave that destined to live a persecuted life, they believed that receiving a kindness for the second time is something impossible. However, since yesterday she was holding hands with me, got her head being petted, praised, treated kindly, that something which she thought to be impossible were happened to her consecutively. For Lulu-chan, that was something impossible. Since that was impossible so it was scary. And made her uneasy. To think that not being persecuted is, scary... somehow she is so pitiable. "...Lulu-chan." "...That's right... you should oppress a defiant slave like me... please hit me, please abuse me... that is my existence's value-desu...." She want to be hit, she want to be abused, her words were containing those feelings. When she said that to me, her shoulders were trembling and she also averting her eyes, that kind of appearance of Lulu-chan is, terribly painful to look at. "I won't hit you, I also won't abuse you, and I won't persecuting you either. I also won't vent my sexual desire to you, I won't force an order to you, and I won't do anything like oppressing you. The things I'm going to do to you are, holding your hand, petting your head, praising you, eating our meal together, sleeping together, I'm only going to treat you kindly." "...do you still not understand it!? I'm a slave-desu!!" "You're indeed a slave, but you're also my comrade, my family." "Wha...." Right, you're indeed my slave. However, you're also my comrade, my friend, my family. That is the reason why I treat you kindly. And I have no such a hobby like persecuting a girl after all. "...why...." "Listen properly, Lulu-chan, you're my slave. But, since I've bought you so you should follow my idealism." "...." "You're indeed a slave. But, it's okay for you to be treated kindly. I won't ask the reason you become a slave either, and perhaps the peoples who treat you kindly thus far were already gone. But from here on is different, from here on I'll treat you kindly, I also won't forgive anyone who persecuting you." Similar like Shiori-chan who treated the persecuted me kindly, now is my turn to treat Lulu-chan kindly. I know the pain for being persecuted, and I also know the happiness for being treated kindly. That's why, Lulu-chan, I'm going to destroy that common sense of yours. Your heart is mine, I'll selfishly save you. "You're my family, is that no good?" "What,... is... that... that's why you didn't attach the choker?" "There's no one who would attach a choker to their family right?" "That's why... you treat me kindly?" Lulu-chan hang her head, her body is trembling. Is she angry? As a slave that's something she can't accept, perhaps? Well, either way, since I'm the master so I absolutely have no intention to backing off here though. "...then." "Then... my hair, please cut it. Since it's already too long." "We're... family, right?... so please, listen to my selfishness." Lulu-chan said that with a bit uneasy and upturn eyes. Since we're a family, at least they could say their selfishness. I see, does she knew my intention to overthrow her slavish common sense, and she's trying to implement what I just said to her. I have no experience to cut someone's hair, but since Lulu-chan is trying to compromise... I should try my best too. "Okay, fine by me. When we return to the inn, I'll cut your hair nicely." "...Thank you, very much." Lulu-chan's expression when she said that is, I can see a glimpse of happy emotion there. Just a bit, I have a hunch that her and our bonds are tightening. "That's good right~, Kitsune-san." "By the way just now I've been always become a background though, I also want you to listen to my selfishness!" "Yes, sorry, Finia-chan. I'm very sorry, I'm not forgetting about you, I'm really sorry, please forgive me, please don't look at me with that scary face." I'm glad that my bond with Lulu-chan is tightening, but what should I do to extinguish the anger of Finia-chan. Her magical energy is surging out, her smile is similar like Mia-chan's' when she was in bad mood. Her eyes aren't smiling at all. It's scary, I'm sorry. "...fufu." Ah, Lulu-chan is laughing. After I was able to somehow extinguishing Finia-chan's anger, we returned to the guild. The magic attacks from the rampaging Finia-chan, who fired it while avoiding to entangling Lulu-chan in it, were indeed quite a disaster. Some of the stray bullets were killing some magical beasts after all. Well, even while I'm become tattered, we somehow returned to the guild while bringing the medicinal herbs which had been collected by Lulu-chan. Mia-chan was startled when she saw my tattered shape, but when I arrived at her desk with my usual faint smile, she also float her usual business smile. "You are awfully tattered again right, did you encounter a powerful magical beast again?" Since there's also the case about "Red Night", I can't laugh here. Nonetheless, I reply her with a bitter smile. "Lulu-chan." When I turn my face toward Lulu-chan, she obediently put the medicinal herbs at the counter. Since Lulu-chan's stature is small, the counter is similarly height as her head. That's why perhaps she can't see the medicinal herbs, Mia-chan is currently taking out the application request in order to assenting the request which we took. "The request has been achieved right. With one week time limit, wouldn't it be good to take it with more ease?" "Umm, well, that's indeed right... since we have a week time limit so perhaps that should be okay." I said that while caressing Lulu-chan's head. Her pleased expression -since she is feeling good and closing her eyes- is somehow lovelier than yesterday. Is it because she feels that she doesn't need to be reserved to be spoiled? Because that's also transmitted to Mia-chan, she unintentionally smiling as if watching something charming. As expected, a smiling beautiful girl is sure would be a good picture right. After that, Mia-chan nimbly finish the request achievement process, and give me the reward. Today's reward is one silver coin, well, talking about reward, since I get a part of three gold coins so let's call it a good reward. "Kitsune-sama." "What's up, Mia-chan." "What would Kitsune-sama think about taking a rank up test?" Rank up... huh. I've thought that there would be someone who would talk and suggest me about it, but I never thought that Mia-chan would be the one who suggesting me. But, right now I have no intention to raise my rank up from H rank. Or rather, I feel like I won't be able to. After all, my strength is just 40 you know? Moreover that is my limit you know? Of course that would be impossible, even if she's a slave, I'm fully confident that I even would lose against Lulu-chan. Her strength is higher than mine after all. Moreover, she unconsciously learned ball crusher, I absolutely don't want to fight against her. "Ah, but in exchange can Finia-chan and Lulu-chan also register as an adventurer?" I just aware of it, but if it's Finia-chan then she must be able to take a higher rank. Even Lulu-chan's quality isn't half bad, with her demi-human's ability she should be able to take a higher rank. At the time I registered, I only registered myself since I didn't have the money, but right now I can also register Finia-chan and Lulu-chan. Isn't it fine even if the one whose rank is up isn't me? Together with Finia-chan and Lulu-chan, we should be able to take a subjugation request, with that our levels would be raised, and our income would be increased too. Isn't it like killing two birds with one stone. "I've said it right, Finia-chan, at any case I want you to become stronger. So that, you can protect me." "...Yes! Got it!" "...well then, Finia-sama and... Lulu, right? I'm going to carry out the adventurer registration procedure." "Yup, by all means." Little by little, we become stronger. We must increase our level. For a bit longer, the time for me to search for a way to return to my former world would be arrived. After that, I would be able to fulfill my promise with Shiori-chan. But, when that time arrived... what should I do with Finia-chan and Lulu-chan-- Finished the registration, I and Lulu-chan returned to the inn. After she finished the registration, seems like Finia-chan is currently taking the promotion test. Well, with Finia-chan's ability, at least she should be able to easily get to F rank right. Since Lulu-chan is still at Lv. 1, and she also have no experience in battle, so for now she only take the registration. "Well then, Lulu-chan." "Since you've become an adventurer, for now on I want you to fight against magical beast." "It's a bit hard to say since I've said that we're a family, but for a starter since I and Finia-chan would be together with you so there won't be any problem, I promise you that I won't let anything to injury you." Lulu-chan is... or rather, a normal person would be in fear against magical beast. Because they didn't have to power to fight it so they're aware that they would die if they fight against it. But, to be together with me then it's already decided that they have no other choice than to fight together with me. As I thought, a considerable power sure is necessary. "I understand." "Yup, and so... I'll give you this." "Small sword, right?" "Yes, according to the person from the weapon shop, seems like even a girl would be able to use it, so perhaps Lulu-chan would be able to use it too." She has a higher strength than mine after all. "B, but... this is Kitsune-sama's weapon...." "To tell you the truth, I think I can't use it, strength-wise it would be better if Lulu-chan is the one who use it." "Yup. Ah, we must cut your hair right! May I borrow that (small sword) for a bit?" "Ah, yes." Remembering about the promise, I borrowed the small sword. Then I stood behind Lulu-chan who was sitting at the chair. Her hair was so long to the point it would reach the floor when she sat, it was unkempt but when I touch it, it was still pleasantly felt silky. Raising the small sword, I start to cut her hair around her shoulder. Since I have no experience at hair-cutting, I cut it carefully and cautiously. And then, when I finished cutting her bangs and also some detail parts, Lulu-chan is becoming way cuter beyond recognition. Her unkempt hair is somewhat put in order, with her demi-human's resilience, and with her vitality which gradually recovered, she's showing a genuine neat girl ambiance. Since her vitality is greatly recovered compared at the time I bought her, coupled with her wearing a cute clothes, there won't be anyone who would think that she's actually a slave. "Yup yup, something like it perhaps. Here, thanks." Returning Lulu-chan's small sword, I collect the cut hair and put it to the trash bin. After that, I discovered something inside the trash bin. The thing I received from the slave merchant, {Slave Choker} . At that time, did I throw it to the trash bin when we returned to the inn? "Ah, yeah {Slave Choker} right. No problem, I won't attach it to you after all." "...no, please attach it." Eh, what? Does Lulu-chan has that kind of fetish? Or so I thought but it seems like that isn't the case. She is looking seriously at me. It isn't a joking atmosphere. "...why?" "Kitsune-sama said that we're a family... I'm really happy to hear that-desu, but... in the end I'm a slave-desu. I shouldn't forget that... that is why, if Kitsune-sama really think me as a family... please attach that choker to me." "...not as a slave, but you want me to attach this choker as a sign that you're my family?" "...if Kitsune-sama do not want to do it then I also will not object it... but, I want it-desu." Slave, seems like such standpoint isn't something that easy to be casted away, huh. Even if they're called as a family, a slave is a slave, like the title at her status, that fact hasn't changed. If that's the case, without forgetting her position as a slave, she become my family, right. The choker for that reason, the promise for that reason. The choker to make Lulu-chan my Family. "...if that's the case, I'll follow that selfishness." With just attaching this choker, the slave-master contract would be established. But, as long as the master doesn't say a word of order, then it won't become an{order} . Moreover, a bond which would be crumbled by a mere choker, there's no way they could call themselves as a family right. I attach the choker to Lulu-chan. And then, I revise my order to her. "Lulu-chan, you're my family. If you think that you don't want to do it then it's okay to disobey my oder. If there's something you're unable to, I'll teach you, I don't have any intention to ask for something you can't do either. This is an order." "--yes, Kitsune-sama."
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้ญ”ๆณ•่€ๆ€ง็š„ใช่จ€่‘‰ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่€ๆ€งใŒ็‰ฉ็†ใฎใฟใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏใฉใ†ใ—ใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œไผšใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆ? ไบŒๆ‰‹ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ๆ–นใจใ‚„ใ‚Šๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œ......ใตใ‚“ใ€ๅฝน็ซ‹ใŸใšใŒใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏ! ่žใ„ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“? ๅฝน็ซ‹ใŸใšใŒๅฝน็ซ‹ใŸใšใฃใฆ......ใทใฃ......ใ‚ใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใƒƒ! ็ˆ†็ฌ‘็‰ฉใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‰ฏใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใชใ€ ใ ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„็”ทใŒๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๅฝน็ซ‹ใŸใšใจใ‹ใ€ๅ‡„ใ„็ฌ‘ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅฎš็•ชใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒ†ใƒณใƒ—ใƒฌใชๆ‚ชๅพณ่ฒดๆ—ใฎ้กใ ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎไบบใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏๆœบใฎไธŠใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸ็Ÿญๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’้‹ญใๅฐ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ€็Ÿญๅ‰ฃใซไผธใณใŸใใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’่ฒซใ„ใฆๅฆจๅฎณใ€‚ ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎไฝ“ๅ‹ขใŒๅดฉใ‚Œใ€ใใฎๆ”พใŸใ‚ŒใŸ้›ทใฎๆงใฏๅƒ•ใซๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฑ•้–‹ใ—ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๅฃใซใถใคใ‹ใ‚Šใ€ๆถˆใˆใŸใ€‚ ้ญ”ๆณ•่€ๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅคงใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใงใ‚ฌใƒผใƒ‰ๅ‡บๆฅใฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸ......ๅ†…ๅฟƒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใฆใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€่กจๆƒ…ใซใฏๅ‡บใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใƒ•ใ‚งใ‚คใ‚นใƒใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใƒ•ใ‚งใ‚คใ‚นใฃใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏๅƒ•ใซใฏ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€ ใใ“ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฒใฃ......! ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚......!!? ใใ€ๆฅใ‚‹ใช!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซๆ€ฏใˆใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใŸใ ใฎHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใœ?ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ๅŠนๆžœใฏๆŠœ็พคใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆ€ฅใซๆ€ฏใˆใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใงๅƒ•ใ‹ใ‚‰่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚‚ๅŠนใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ใจใซใ‹ใๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆฐ—ไธˆใซใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใ‚’็จใฟใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ ใฃใ‘? ๅƒ•ใฏ่ฒดๆ—ใฎๅ‰ใ•ใจใ‹ใ€ๆ ผใฎๅคงใใ•ใจใ‹ใ€่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•......็„ก็คผใฏ่จฑใ—ใฆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œ............่ฒดๆง˜......ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‚ใฎใ‚ฌใ‚ญใซๅ‘ณๆ–นใ™ใ‚‹......!ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ๅญไพ›ๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฃใฆไฟ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใซๅ‘ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒ......ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใฃใจใ‘ใ‚ˆใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎไบ‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผๅทฎใ—ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ ้ฃ„ใ€…ใจ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ใพใๆœฌๅฝ“ใฏๅญไพ›ๅซŒใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้™คใใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎๅฐ†ๆฅใฎๅคขใฏไธ–็•Œๅพๆœใจใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใชใใจไปŠ่€ƒใˆใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใฏ่ตทใใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚้ขๅ€’ไบ‹ใฏๅซŒใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ้ขๅ€’ใจใ„ใˆใฐใ€ไฝ“ๅŠ›ใฎ็„ก้ง„้ฃใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็„ก้ง„้ฃใ„ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใฃใฆ่ฉฑใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ๅคขใ‚’ๅถใˆใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใใ‚Œ่‡ชไฝ“ไฝ“ๅŠ›ไฝฟใ†ใ—ใ€ๅฏงใ‚็”Ÿใใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงไฝ“ๅŠ›ไฝฟใ†ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅฆ„ๆƒณใ—ใฆใ ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆใ€ๅฏงใ‚ไฝ“ๅŠ›ใฎๆœ‰ๅŠนๆดป็”จใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใŠใฃใจใ€่„ฑ็ทšใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๆฎบใ•ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ใใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซไธ€ๆญฉ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅพŒใ‚ใซ้š ใ—ใฆใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใงใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ€ๆฅใ‚‹ใช!ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใชใ‚“ใฆๅคงๅฑคใชๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบบใซใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใงไผšใ†ใชใ‚“ใฆๅนธ้‹ใชใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚ŠใŠ่ฉฑใ—ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใใ†็ทŠๅผตใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใœ? ๅƒ•ใฏๅททใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒ•ใƒฌใƒณใƒ‰ใƒชใƒผใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใง้€šใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใฃใจไปฒ่‰ฏใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ•ใ€ ใชใ‚‹ในใๅˆบๆฟ€ใ—ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใ€‚ไปฒ่‰ฏใใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๆ€ใ†ใซใใ‚“ใชใƒ•ใƒฌใƒณใƒ‰ใƒชใƒผใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใใฃใจๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ๆฒนๆ–ญใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใใ“ใใ“ๆฅฝใซๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใช? ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใคใคใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅฝผใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ—ใใ“ใ‚€ๆง˜ใซ่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚็ฌ‘้ก”็ฌ‘้ก”ใฃใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅฅฝใใช่‰ฒใฃใฆไฝ•? ใˆ? ๅƒ•? ๅƒ•ใฏ......่ตคใ„่‰ฒไปฅๅค–ใชใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅฟƒ่‡“ใซๅˆบใ—ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็„ฆใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ๅค–ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ......ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ๆŠœใ‘ใชใ„......ใ€ ๅซใณๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่ฌใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๆŠœใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใซๅผ•ใฃๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๆŠœใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็ญ‹่‚‰ใจ่„‚่‚ชใŒ็ท ใพใฃใฆใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’็•™ใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใˆใ„ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ่งฃ้™คใ—ใฆๅ†ๆง‹ๆˆใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ˆใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซใฏๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใช? ๅ็œๅ็œใ€ใ“ใฎๅคฑๆ•—ใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅฟƒใซ็•™ใ‚ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ใจๆ•ฐๅˆ†ไฝใฏๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ๆ€ใ‚ใฌใจใ“ใ‚ใง้ƒจๅˆ†็š„ใซ็˜ดๆฐ—ๅค‰ๆ›ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฎบใใ†ใ‹ใชใ? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“่‰ฏใ„ๆกˆใ‚ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œไบบๆฎบใ—ใฎๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’็งใซ่žใใช......ใใ‚Œใซใ€็งใฏใพใ ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ‚’ๆŒใฆใใ†ใซใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใใฃใ‹ใ......ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅฟ—ๆœ›ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒๅƒ•ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฎบใ™ใฎใฏใฉใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใŒ......ใใฎ็”ทใฎ่‡ชๆฅญ่‡ชๅพ—ใ ใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใฏ็„ก็†ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใพใใ€้€ฒใ‚“ใงไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ไบบใ‚‚็ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใšใฃใจไธ€็ท’ใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใจไผšใฃใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใใฎ่พบๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒ้บป็—บใ—ใฆใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏไปŠๆ›ดไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใฎใ‚‚ไธ€็ท’ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ€็—›ใ„? ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ๆฎบใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใฒใฃ......! ๆญขใ‚ใ‚......ๆญปใซใŸใใชใ„......!ใ€ ่นฒใฃใฆ็—›ใฟใซๆ‚ถใˆใ‚‹ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅ‰ใซใ€ใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใ‚“ใงใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏ้ก”ใ‚’ใใ—ใ‚ƒใใ—ใ‚ƒใซใ—ใฆๆญปใซใŸใใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ™‚ใ€ไธปไบบๅ…ฌใจใ‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใชใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใ‹ใช? ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใŸไบบใ€…ใซใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸ? ใจใ‹? ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบใ€…ใ‚’ใŠๅ‰ใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅŠฉใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใช? ใฃใฆๆ€ใ†ใ€‚้•ใ†ใ‚ˆใญใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆ‚ชๅฝนใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใซใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ ใพใใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็Šถๆณใ ใฃใŸใจใ‹ไบ‹ๆƒ…ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆฎบใ—ใซๆฅใŸๆ™‚็‚นใงๆ‚ชๅฝนใจไธ€็ท’ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใจใ‹ๆŒใกๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใชใ„ใ—ใ€่‡ชๅทฑๆบ€่ถณใงๆฎบใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‚ชๅฝนใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆญปใซใŸใใชใ„ใƒ......! ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ้ธๆŠž่‚ขใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไปŠๅบฆใ“ใๆฎบใ™็‚บใซใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ้ฆ–ใซใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’็ชใ็ซ‹ใฆใŸใ€‚ ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๆŠœใใจใ€ๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใ่ก€ใŒๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใงๆŠผใ•ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใ€ใถใ—ใ‚…ใถใ—ใ‚…ใจใใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใฏๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅซใณๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ๅฃฐใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใฎๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒ็—™ๆ”ฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅ‘ฝใฏๅƒ•ใŒๆœ‰ๅŠนๆดป็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏๅ„ชใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ไฝ•ใฎๅฝนใซใ‚‚็ซ‹ใฆใšใซๆญปใฌใฎใฏๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚‚ๅซŒใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใ›ใ‚ใฆๅƒ•ใฎๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹้“ใ‚’็”จๆ„ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚‚ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆๆญปใญใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ—ใฃใจ......ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆ‰‰ใฎ่ฟ‘ใใซไฝ‡ใ‚“ใง้’่คชใ‚ใŸ้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ€็ฌ‘้ก”ใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
No, I guess It didn't notice, because it was a monster with a big body and a bulging belly. There's a little monster underneath it. It was a small hand. A rugged hand that has its wrist part as a mouth. This monster's name was [Consuming Hand] There are 60 billion of these beings identified worldwide. This is an agreement between every human, demon, demonic beast, demon king, and even hero. The reason was once you attack one of those hands, all the other 60 billion hands will hunt you down without fail. Indeed, all 60 billion of them. It was the worst threat that can destroy the whole kingdom. And this Goblin King is going to step on this threat unaware. [Uggg! Guaaaaa! re.... release me!! Don't come here !!!] The gigantic body of the Goblin King was covered by the [Consuming Hand] from head to toe. The sound of chewing meat and crunching bones rang out throughout the forest. After such a burp sound, every [Consuming Hand] revert to its original color and return to the ground. All that was left was a piece of shredded meat and the adventurer's corpse who have not been touched by anything. [Who the hell are you ..... Don't tell me.] [Yo, Duke Orba, I'm here to kill you] After we enter the room, we meet the Duke for the very first time. As for his appearance, he is just a worn-out middle-aged man who has a bulging stomach as his signature. I can't find any part that worth seeing at all. There are magic-resistant, but if my endurance only works on physical attack, then It would be quite troublesome. [......What happens to Reis?] [I haven't seen him you know? We split up here, so he should be fighting somewhere. Maybe he's dead already.] [Hmp.... This useless shi*] [What's that? Ahahahaha Did you hear that Rishe-chan that's laughable.] [You have quite a great personality here.] It's very laughable don't you think so, an incompetent man uses a useless murderer. he's a very classic corrupted aristocrat to the core. Then he picks a short sword on his table up. My miasma knife extends its reach and pierces the hand that just pick up a short sword. The Duke collapse from his position and the lightning that was release hit my miasma shield disappeared. In the position that I didn't know if magic-resistance exists or not, I can't afford to get hit like that. [Well, It seems your magic doesn't work on me.] Then, I activated the "Eerie Constitution." [Hiiiii ! no... Don't come here!!] [HAHAHA Don't be so scared. I'm just a little H rank. you know?] Wow, It looks like the effect gets higher according to my status. He crawls away from me with a frightening face. I wonder, If the magic doesn't work like this, so he grits his teeth and glare at me. [Duke Orba right? Excuse me, but I don't understand the greatness of the nobility or how great your court rank at all.] [You basta*d .... Why...Why did you protect that girl?] [I'm quite fond of kids. Hora.. You don't see it in me right?] [As if I know...] [Of course, you should know. I'm here to kill you after all] Maa... I'm just saying something nonsense again. I'm not really like kids except Nico-chan anyway I thought that my future dream was to conquer the world. I should do something productive instead of deluding myself like this. Oh, I got derailed somehow. For now, I have to kill him first. Then, a miasma knife appears in my hand. [D... Don't come here!!!] [non-non To meet a big wig like a duke like this is quite a fortune for me, so should we slowly talk about this here?] [Ahaha, Don't be so nervous. I'm just a friendly boy in the street, so I'm sure we'll get along.] I'm slowly walking toward him with a knife in hand. In order to not scare him off I think I'm showing him my smiling face. He'll let down his guard for sure. I step to the front of Duke Orba since I think killing him should be quite easy. I looked up to see his face and keep smiling. [Hey, What's your favorite color? Pardon me? Me? I like anything other than the red color.] [Ah, sorry soooo sorry. I want to aim at your heart but I missed. I wonder if I got impatient? My bad] I apologize to the screaming Duke. I want to pull out a knife but It stuck somehow. [Nnn? Ah, I have to do it like this right? Ei!!] Are? It's good that I canceled the erosion skill right? Ahhh!! I have to keep this in mind, so I don't make this mistake ever again. [Well ... Unexpectedly, I found out that I can partially convert miasma. How do we kill them? Rishe-chan, do you have any good ideas?] [Don't ask me how to kill someone ... and I still don't have a resolve to kill anyone yet.] [Is that so? Sorry sorry. I mean, you don't want to stop me?] [No matter what I think. He just reaps what he sows, isn't it?] It seems Rishi-chan can't kill people yet. Well, to meet someone who wants to kill people is rare after all. I'm always with Leila-chan and meet with Reis too. I wonder If my sense of life turns weird somehow? Well.... At this point, killing him or killing a monster is just the same. [Duke? Pain? Sorry, I'll kill you soon] [Hiiiii !! Don't come here... I don't want to die !!!!!] The Duke writhe in pain and said something like this. I wonder what will a protagonist or a hero say to him. What will you do to the people who asked for help by saying so? To be honest, if someone says that to you, you'll help them? I think it is a no. I wouldn't come to kill the bad guy in the first place if that was the case. When you come to kill, you're already a villain. But I don't have a sense of justice in the first place, and I'm a good villain because I kill to satisfy myself. At the very least, killing the Duke would save Nico-chan and his father. [I don't want to die. Help me !!!] [Ummm... Sorry, that's not an option.] That said, I trust a knife in the Duke's neck this time. I pulled out a knife and blood gushed out. Even if you try to suppress the wound, It's useless. [Well then, Duke, Your life is now in a good hand, so you can die with peace of mind.] Since I'm kind, and I don't want the Duke to die for nothing. [Yeah, this is good.... Clair-chan It already ends.] Standing up, I see Clair-chan with a pale face and said so with a smile.
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่ฒดๆ—ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไธŠใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใฏใ€ๅ”ฏไธ€็„กไบŒใ€ใ€Ž็Ž‹ๅฎถใฎไบบ้–“ใ€ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€่ฒดๆ—ใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅคšใ„ใ€‚็Ž‹ๆ—ใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ไธ€ใคไธ€ใคๅฏพๅ‡ฆใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€่Žซๅคงใช่ฒป็”จใจไธ–็•Œไธญใ‚’็›ฃ่ฆ–ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎๅบƒใ„่ฆ–้‡ŽใŒๅฟ…่ฆใซใชใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็ต่ซ–ใ‚’่จ€ใˆใฐใ€่ฒดๆ—ใŒ็ฝชใ‚’็Šฏใ—ใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ใใฎ็ฝชใ‚’ๆ‰ใฟๆถˆใ—้—‡ใซ่‘ฌใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใใ†็ใ—ใใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ่ฒดๆ—ๅŒๅฃซใฎๅฐ็ซถใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใ€ๆฝฐใ—ๅˆใ„ใ€็‰ฝๅˆถใฎใ—ๅˆใ„ใฏๅบถๆฐ‘ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆฐด้ขไธ‹ใงๆฏŽๆ—ฅใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่กŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ้ ˜ๅœฐๅ†…ใงๅฐคใ‚‚ไฝใฎ้ซ˜ใ„่ฒดๆ—ใŒใ€ๆฌฒใซ้ง†ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸไฟ—็‰ฉใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€็งฉๅบใฏไนฑใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅœŸๅฐใฏๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใ€ใใฎไธŠใซ็ซ‹ใคๅบถๆฐ‘ใฏ็”Ÿๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅพกๆฉใจๅฅ‰ๅ…ฌใงๆˆใ‚Š็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็งฉๅบใจๅนณๅ’Œใฏใ€่ฒดๆ—ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใฎไธ€ใคใง็›ดใใซ็“ฆ่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใพใ•ใซไปŠๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ„ใ‚‹่ก—ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅบ‡่ญทไธ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ€ใ€Žใ‚ขใƒใ‚ฏใ‚นใ€ใ‚‚ใใฎๅฑๆฉŸใซ็€•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒ้›†ใ‚ใŸๆƒ…ๅ ฑใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆ้›†ใ‚ใŸๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ†ใจใ—ใ‹่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใšใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใง้ ˜ไธปใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่ฒดๆ—ใฏใ€ใ€Žใ‚ชใƒซใƒใƒปใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒณใƒใ‚นๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ€ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒณใƒใ‚นๅฎถใจใ„ใ†ไธŠ็ดš่ฒดๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ่ฒดๆ—ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€่ปไบ‹ใฎ้ ˜ๅˆ†ใงใใ“ใใ“ๅŠ›ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฎถใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ€ๆˆฆไบ‰ใ‚„ไพต็•ฅใฎ้š›ใซใฏๆ•ฐๅคšใๅ›ฝใซ่ฒข็Œฎใ—ใฆใใŸไบบ็‰ฉใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใจใ‚ใ‚‹ๆˆฆไบ‰ใฎ้š›ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸๅคฑๆ•—ใ‚’็Šฏใ—ใ€ใใฎๅ„Ÿใ„ใจใ—ใฆ็Ž‹ๆ—ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใธใจ็•ฐๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ‘ฝไปคใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎ้ ˜ไธปใจใ—ใฆๅ›่‡จใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซ่ฒดๆ—ใฎไฝใฏๅœฐ็ƒๅŒๆง˜ใ€ไฝใฎ้ซ˜ใ„ๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸ่€…ใ‚’ๆ•ใ‚‰ใˆใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅๆŠ—็š„ใช่ฒดๆ—ใฎๅฎถใ‚’ๆฒก่ฝใ•ใ›ใŸใ‚Šใ€ใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ๆ”พ้กŒใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅทงๅฆ™ใซๆ‰ใฟๆถˆใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็Ž‹ๆ—ใŒๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่พบใ‚Šใ€ๅ‘จๅˆฐใชใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€‚ ใ€Œ่žใ„ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใ€่ก—ใฎไบบ้”ใฏใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซใคใ„ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ๆ€ใ„ใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใ€Œใตใ‚€......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ€ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็”ทใฎไปถใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎถใฏๅคšๅˆ†็จŽ้‡‘ๆœช็ดใ ใ‘ใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใงๆฒก่ฝใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๅŸบใซ่€ƒใˆใฆ่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๅฎถใŒๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅˆฅใฎ็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่กจๅ‘ใใฏ็จŽ้‡‘ๆœช็ดใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงๆ•็ฒใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใŒๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸ่จณใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใฐใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใŒๆ•ใพใฃใŸๆฎต้šŽใง่ฉฑใฏไป˜ใ็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใจใ„ใ†ๅนผๅฅณใพใงใ‚‚ๆ•็ฒใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใŒใพใ ๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎ่ฒดๆ—ใฎๅฎถใฎไฝฟ็”จไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๅไน—ใฃใŸ็”ทใ‚‚ใ€ๅŒๆง˜ใซใ€‚ ใ€ŒใใฃใกใฎๅŽ็ฉซใฏ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ้”ใฎ้›†ใ‚ใฆใใŸๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ๅ‰ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ไน—ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“โ™ช ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ้›†ใ‚ใฆๆฅใŸใ‚ˆ! ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€้จŽๅฃซ้”ใฏใชใ‚“ใงใใ“ใฎๅญใ‚’ๆ•ใ‚‰ใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ๅนผใ„ๅญใ‚’่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ๅ›žใ™ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ—......ๅคšๅˆ†ใใฎใ‚ชใƒซใƒใจใ‹ใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใจใใ‚Œใซ่ฟ‘ใ„่ฒดๆ—้”ไฝใ—ใ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ?ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใจใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ใพใ™ใพใ™็จŽ้‡‘ๆœช็ดใฎ็ทšใฏ่–„ใใชใ‚‹ใญใ€‚้ป™ใฃใฆใŠใๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„็ญˆใ ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใจใ€ใใฎๅญใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฏๆ•ใพใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใ ็”Ÿใใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‚ˆโ™ช ใใฎๅญใฎๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๅใ‹ใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฐ‹ๅ•ใ‚„ๆ‹ทๅ•ใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ—ใญโ™ชใ€ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ ทใใ€‚ ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎ็”Ÿๆญปใ‚‚็ขบ่ชๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใซใ‚‚ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่‰ฒใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ้™ใ‚Šๅฐ‹ๅ•ๆ‹ทๅ•ใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€็ˆถ่ฆชใซใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใชใ‚“ใฎ็”จใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‹ทๅ•ใจใ‚‚ใชใ‚Œใฐๅคšๅฐ‘่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็—›ใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๆœ€ๆ‚ช่…•ใฎไธ€ๆœฌใ‚„ไบŒๆœฌๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ—ใฆใพใง่žใใ ใ—ใŸใ„ใ“ใจใจใ„ใˆใฐใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซ้š ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใฎ่ชฐใซ้ ใ‘ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ชใƒชใƒผ้€šใ‚Šใซ่กŒใใฎใชใ‚‰ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๅฎถใจไบคๆตใŒใ‚ใฃใŸๅฎถใฏ่ชฟในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่ฆ‹ใฆ้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎถใŒ่ฒดๆ—ใ ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใชใŒใกๅค–ใ‚Œใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใญ......ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใใคใญๅ›โ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ไฝ•?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งๆƒ…ๅ ฑ้›†ใ‚ใฆๆฅใŸใ‚ˆ? 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ใใคใญใŒใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใจๅฝ“ๅˆ†ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซ็•™ใพใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ่กŒใฃใฆไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆๆฅใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซใ‚‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไพ้ ผใฎๅ—ๆณจใใ‚‰ใ„ใงใใฎไป–็ด ๆใฎๅฃฒๅดใจใ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซใ‚‚ๆŒ‡็คบใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’้”ๆˆใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใงๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใงไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๅข—ใ‚„ใ—ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใจใ„ใ†่€ƒใˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใ‚€......ใใ†ใ ใชใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒ้ ทใใจใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆ–นใธใจ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’่ฝใจใ™ใ€‚ใ„ใคใฎ้–“ใซใ‹่…ฐใฎใ‚ใŸใ‚ŠใซๆŠฑใไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏไปŠใซใ‚‚็œ ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ„ใใ†ใชใปใฉๆฐ—ๆŒใก่‰ฏใ•ใใ†ใซ็›ฎใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใไฟฎ่กŒใจไพ้ ผใงๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ญท่ก›ใ—ใฆใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใฃโ™ช ไฟฎ่กŒใ‹ใ‚‰ๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใ‚‰ใพใŸ่†ๆž•ใ—ใฆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ„ใฏใ„ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ้ ผใ‚€ใ‚ˆใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎใŠใญใ ใ‚ŠใซใพใŸ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚ใฎ่†ๆž•ไปฅ้™ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎใฒใฃใคใๅบฆใŒๆ€ฅไธŠๆ˜‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๆ‹ๆ„›ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒๆ•…ใซ็„ก็‚บใซใฏใ—ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใƒขใƒŽใชใฎใ‹ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใพใพๆ”พ็ฝฎใ—ใฆใŠใใฎใ‚‚้ง„็›ฎใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ„ใšใ‚Œใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒ็Ÿฅใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใŒๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏใ€ใใฃใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏไปŠใฎๆง˜ใชไปฒใฎ่‰ฏใ„้–ขไฟ‚ใงๅฑ…ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใง่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ใ„ใคๅˆบๅฎขใŒๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใซ็„ก็†ใซๆฐ—่ฒ ใ‚ใš่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆ›ฟใˆใฆใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
Nobles' duties were to meddle with politics so that the commoners who resided inside their territory could lead a peaceful life. Furthermore, they also had to manage the matters inside their family, as well as the military affairs and so on in their respective territory. Which meant, between nobles and commoners, the nobles ought to create regulations where the commoners could life peacefully, the commoners ought to work to pay the tax so that those regulations could be implemented, it was such harmonious public duties they had. To save up money, they worked according to the regulations. To make an environment where they could work, regulations were created. It was such role-sharing they had. Thus, as the foundation of such environment, nobles were granted with affluent wealth as well as authority. They were the authority to remove anything that disturbed the regulations, the authority to judge those who committed crime, the authority to collect tax as well as things like, in earth term, copyrights, and so on. However, be that as it may, there was limit to such authority. For example, abusing their authority to excessively collect taxes, framing and punishing any inconvenient people to them. Most likely there was no nobles who would exercise their authority following their sentiment to the point of throwing the regulations out of order. If the foundations were to collapse, anything above it would surely immediately follow suit as well, after all. They were fully aware of that. The problem was, the nobles, who were supposed to hold the authority to judge crimes, committed crimes themselves. If we put in on earth terms, it would be like, the police, who was supposed to be those who arrested the criminals, became the criminals themselves. If the one who judge crimes were to commit crime themselves, who would judge them instead? The only one who stood above the nobles were, none other than, "Royal families". However, existence known as nobles were very numerous. Thus, to judge as well as monitor every one of them all around their whole territories would cost the royalty an enormous amount of resource. Thus, if nobles were to commit crimes, it wasn't something strange for those crimes to be cleaned up and buried in the dark. Skirmish among nobles, crushing each other, constraining each other, such things happened everytime and everywhere in the dark unknown to the commoner. The nobles who were seated on the highest seat in their respective territory, if they were to succumb to greed and worldly desire, they might even temper with the regulation itself. With the foundation collapsed, the commoner who lived above that regulation were unable to conduct their daily activity peacefully. Regulation and peace; which were constructed by duties and role-sharing; collapsed one after another because of the nobles' deeds. And it was exactly such danger that was lurking within Anex, a town under Grandile kingdom patronage, which Kitsune and co. were currently at. From the information Kitsune and Niko gathered, as well as the information Leila gathered using her miasma, that was just how the situation there expressed. First, the noble who reigned as the feudal lord there was Duke Orba Fonnesse. Fonnesse house was a high rank noble, it used to be a noble house at Grandile Kingdom, and as it had a fairly powerful military power, it also greatly contributed during war and invasion period. However, upon making a blunder during a certain war, the royalty ordered it to be transferred into this town as punishment. And so it reigned as the feudal lord there from there on. By the way, the noble ranks were pretty similar like the one on earth, those were Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron. Capturing people he deemed to be displeasing, crushing opposing noble houses, pretty much anything he pleased. Moreover, he slyly covered such deeds. So that the royalty didn't notice it, he did everything very meticulously, however... "From what I heard, seems like the townfolks here aren't particularly fond of Duke Orba." "Hmm...." "Also, there's also the case about that man who was looking for Niko-chan, so most likely Niko-chan's house wasn't ruined simply because of the tax, or so I think." With that information as the basis, Kitsune thought that perhaps Niko's house wasn't ruined because of tax, but for a completely different reason. The knights were looking for them with the guise of tax overdue, however if that was really the case, it should've been settled the moment they captured Niko's father. Nevertheless, the knights were even looking for the young girl named Niko. Just like that man who said working for a certain noble house. "Anything on your end?" Kitsune asked Leila and Trisha about any information they got. And then, before Trisha could say even a word, Leila suddenly leaned her body forward first. "Yes, we got properly some! Unexpectedly, seems like even the knights; who are looking for that kid; don't know they reason behind it. Some even said how embarrassing it was to look around for a single kid, or something.... So perhaps only that Orba guy and nobles close to him who know about it." "Hmm... which means, tax overdue becomes more and more unlikely the real reason, huh. Because, if it's only because of tax overdue, there shouldn't be any reason to hide it, after all." "Also, seems like this girl's father has been captured already, but seems like he's still alive. I even heard that he was tortured to spill where this child is." I see, Kitsune nodded in mutter. After pretty much confirming that her father was still alive, Niko's expression became slightly more cheerful. However, from Leila's words, if he was tortured in interrogation, Kitsune wondered whether he was really alright or not. Speaking of torture, it was usually in form of body torments, so in the worst case scenario, it wouldn't be strange even if he lost on or two limbs. As for why he was tortured in the first place, as expected it was to know where Niko was. Where did he hide her, or perhaps to whom he entrusted her with, if they put that into consideration, without a doubt they most likely had done some investigation about any house that had connection with Niko's house. "With this, it's almost for certain that Niko-chan's house was a noble house, huh...." "Kitsune-kun, Kitsune-kun." "Hmm, what is it?" "I've gathered the information, you know? Praise me, praise me." Toward Kitsune who was deep in thought, Leila said so excitedly; brimming with confidence at that; at him. She even slightly closed in her face toward his. Upon seeing that, he looked at Leila with astounded eyes. However, he also thought that it might be not too good to not give her any reward for gathering the information so, even while sighing, he extended his hand and caressed her head. "Okay okay, thank you, Leila-chan." "Ufufu, ufufufu." Making her white hair disheveled, it was quite a crude caressing, but nevertheless, Leila herself was brimming with satisfied and slovenly expression. As if a cat that was being hugged. And then, wanting him to do it more, Leila rubbed her head against the hand that was caressing it. Kitsune felt as though she was trying to leave marking on herself. And then, Trisha asked so while glancing at the happy looking Leila. Those words contained meaning to continue the discussion. Upon understanding that, Kitsune continued the thought that once stopped due to dealing with Leila. "Let's see... fortunately Niko-chan herself is with us. Moreover, we're adventurers, after all, so in their eyes, there won't be any problem to remove us using force... moreover they've already known my face, so even with us doing nothing, most likely they'll be the one coming at us with some sort of plan." "...yeah." "We'll somehow deal with it and turn the table on them when that happens. I think it'd be best if we could make them reat without killing any." While ignoring Leila who was hugging him like a spoiled child, Kitsune discussed so with Trisha. Even if they had gathered such information, it wasn't like they could do something themselves. Thus, waiting for the other side to come to them themselves was the best option here. If they managed to deal with the assassins who came, either it with force or negotiation, it would surely be conveyed to their superior. If that were to happened, sending another assassins with the same level as the first would be an idiotic move. It'd be a completely different story if Duke Orba were actually such idiotic guy who would do such a mistake, though. Most likely, it'd be either talented people close to Duke Orba, or some powerful mercenaries hired by him. The best possible outcome for Kitsune and co. was the person, Duke Orba, to come out himself, though. "And so, to deal with those first wave of assassins... we should level ourself up as much as we can first. Ever since I got my left eye back, I haven't perfectly grasp my current status, as well as the new skills I acquired, after all. Moreover, since I won't always be together with you or Leila-chan, there's a possibility that they'd attack me when I'm alone, so I think it won't be bad to improve my prowess a bit." "...I see, then what should we do? If you're going to do that, that means we're going to stay in this town for a while more, aren't we?" "Yeah, Rishe-chan, if possible I want you to take some quests from the guild in the time being. Seems like there's guild in this town as well, after all. However, seems like we can take quests just fine, but we can't sell raw materials there, though." After telling her his intention, Kitsune gave her some instruction as well. By taking quest there, they could raise the funds that'd be used at the next town even for a bit, or so he intended. "Hmm... you're right, got it." After receiving Trisha's assent, this time Kitsune turned to Leila. Before he noticed it, Leila who and was hugging him around his waist ever since, was closing her eyes with a very happy expression, as though she might fell asleep at any given moment. "As for you, Leila-chan, I want you to stay with Niko-chan." "I and Rishe-chan are going to train and taking quest for a while, so I want you to guard Niko-chan in the time being, Leila-chan. Can I ask you to do that?" "Umm... fine, but give me another lap pillow after you finish training, okay?" "...okay okay, you get it, you get it. Then, I'll leave Niko-chan to you." It felt as though after receiving that lap pillow back then, Leila became more and more clingy to him. Kitsune himself was aware that Leila held affection toward him, so he didn't stay idle about it, but since he still didn't know to what extent her affection was, he thought that perhaps he shouldn't just leave her be. Anyhow, there would come the day Leila understood that feeling. At that moment, he couldn't be sure whether they could stay as close as they were or not. "Well then, let's get going. We don't know when or where those assassins will come, we also don't know whether they'll really come or not, so let's just do everything as how we usually do without concerning ourselves with such matter too much." However, currently Niko was their main priority. Shifting gear, Kitsune said so.
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ใคใพใ‚Šใ€่‰ฏใใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใใ‚‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎไธŠใ’ๆ–นใฏๆง˜ใ€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใพใŸไธŠใŒใ‚‹่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚‚ๅใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไธญใ€ๅ…จไฝ“็š„ใชใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๅ‘ไธŠใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎไธŠใ’ๆ–นใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใ€Žๆˆฆ้—˜ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธŠใ’ใ€ใ ใ€‚ ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ไบบ้–“็ญ‰ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹็”Ÿ็‰ฉใจใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใŸๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’็ตŒใฆใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ใใฎ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใซใจใฃใฆ้ฉๆ€งใฎ้ซ˜ใ„่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚’ไธญๅฟƒใซใ€ๅ…จไฝ“ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒๅคงใใไธŠๆ˜‡ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ™‚ใซใฏ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ€ๆ™‚ใซใฏ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ€ๆ™‚ใซใฏ่€ๆ€งใ‚’ใ€้ฉๆ€งใซๆฒฟใฃใฆใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅ…จไฝ“ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไป–ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎไธŠใ’ๆ–นใจๆฏ”ในใฆๆก้•ใ„ใซไธŠๆ˜‡ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹็‚บใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚ใใฃใจ็Ÿญใ„ใ€‚ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†้ซ˜ใ„ใƒชใ‚นใ‚ฏใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€ใใฎๅˆ†ๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใ‚‚้ซ˜ใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใ€ไบบ้–“ใจใ„ใ†็จฎๆ—ใฏๅคๆฅใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŸใกใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทๅŠ›ใงใ€ๅผทใ„็จฎๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใซๅฏพๆŠ—ใ™ใ‚‹ในใใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹็‚บๆˆฆใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๆœ€ๅˆใฏ้›†ๅ›ฃใง้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ€็ญ–ใ‚’ๅผ„ใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใ‚Šใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใจใ„ใ†ๆฆ‚ๅฟตใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใใ—ใฆใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚„้ญ”ๆณ•ใจใ„ใฃใŸๆ–ฐใŸใชๅŠ›ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ€ใ„ใคใ—ใ‹ไบบ้–“ใฏ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใซๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎๅผทใ•ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅผทใใชใฃใŸไบบ้–“้”ใฏ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใชใใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ็”Ÿใใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฟ…ๆญปใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๆˆฆใ„ใซใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’็ฃจใใ“ใจใฎๆฅฝใ—ใ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ—ใ€ๅฅฝใ‚“ใงๆˆฆใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ‚‚ใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ†ใ—ใฆๅ‡บๆฅไธŠใŒใฃใŸใฎใ‹ไปŠใฎไธ–ใฎไธญใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ„ใ†่ทใ‚‚ใ€้จŽๅฃซใจใ„ใ†่ทใ‚‚ใ€ๆ นๆบ็š„ใซใฏๅฅฝๆˆฆ็š„ใซใชใฃใŸไบบ้–“้”ใฎไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€Žๆˆฆใ†็‚บใฎ่ทๆฅญใ€ใ ใ€‚ ็„ก่ซ–ใ€ๆˆฆใ‚ใญใฐ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใซๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ใจใ„ใ†็†็”ฑใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅผทใใชใฃใŸๆ•…ใฎไฝ™่ฃ•ใŒไบบ้–“้”ใซๆˆฆใ†ไบ‹ใ‚’ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆˆฆใ„ใ€ๅทฑใ‚’็ฃจใใ“ใจใซๅ–œใณใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€่ชฐใ‹ใŒใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงๅพ—ใ™ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€่ฟซใ‚Šใใ‚‹ๅฑๆฉŸใซใ‚‚ๅฏพๅ‡ฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใŠใใ€ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸๅผทใ•ใ‚’ใ‚ทใƒณใƒ—ใƒซใซ่กจใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ€Žใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ€ใจใ„ใ†่จณใ ใ€‚ๆ‰่ƒฝใ‚„็ด ่ณชใงใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไธŠๆ˜‡็Ž‡ใฏๅ„ใ€…ๆ ผๅทฎใŒๅ‡บใฆใ—ใพใ†ใŒใ€ไปŠใงใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎๆ•ฐๅ€คใฏใใฃใใ‚ŠใใฎใพใพๆˆฆใฃใฆใใŸๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’็คบใ™ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใงใฏใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๆ€ฅใซ1ใธใจๆˆปใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ่€…ใฏใฉใ†ใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹? ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใใฎใพใพใซใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ ใ‘ใŒ1ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ใใฎ่€…ใฏไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹? ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ใ€ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’้–ฒ่ฆงใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่ˆ—่ฃ…ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้“ใ‚’ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‚’้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€่ฟ‘ใใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๆœ€ไธญใ ใ€‚ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†็‚บใซใฏใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใจ่ถณใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ€‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใงๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใง่‰ฒใ€…ใจๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:40 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:1050 ่€ๆ€ง:1420 ๆ•ๆท:1000 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:950 ใ€Žๅˆๅฟƒๆธกใ‚Šใ€ โ—‡ ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใจใชใฃใŸไปŠใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒๅˆๆœŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใชใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸไธ€็•ชๆœ€ๅˆใฎๅˆๆœŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใ€่€ๆ€งไปฅๅค–ๅ…จใฆ2ๆกใจใ„ใ†ๅ‡„ๆƒจใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ“ใจใง็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใฎ4ๅ€ใซใ‚‚ไธŠๆ˜‡ใ—ใ€ไป–ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ ใฃใฆๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไบบๅค–่ชๅฎšใ‚’ใ•ใ‚Œใใ†ใชๅ‹ขใ„ใซใพใงๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใ€‚ไปŠใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใชใ‚‰ใฐๅผฑใ„้ƒจ้กžใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ไธ€ไบบใงๅ€’ใ™ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใจใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ“ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€‚็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใ‚„้ญ”ๅŠ›ไปฅๅค–ใฏ4ๆกใจใ„ใ†ใ€ๆใ‚‰ใ้ŽๅŽป้กžใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใ„ๆœ€ๅผทใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใจใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ“ใฎๅˆๆœŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใฎไพ‹ใ‚’้‘‘ใฟใ‚Œใฐใ€็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฏไปŠใฎ4ๅ€ใซๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚‹ไฝ™ๅœฐใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏใพใšๆ—ฉใ€…ใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃใฏๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ่ฆ‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚่ˆ—่ฃ…ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้“ๆ•…ใซใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚‚ใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ฟ‘ๅฏ„ใฃใฆๆฅใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใซใƒ–ใƒ„ใƒ–ใƒ„่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ? ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใฎใ‚“ใณใ‚Šใจใ—ใŸๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’้Žใ”ใ™ใฎใฏไน…ใ—ใถใ‚Šใชๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใฆใ€ ใ€Œใพใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจไผšใฃใฆใ€่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใ€่ฌŽใฎ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใซ้ญใฃใŸ......ใ‹ใชใ‚Š้€ฃ็ถšใ—ใฆ่‰ฒใ€…ใจ้จ’ๅ‹•ใซๅทปใ่พผใพใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใช......็ขบใ‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไน…ใ—ใถใ‚Šใฎๅนณๅ’Œใชๆ™‚้–“ใชๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ€ ๆ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ›ใฐ่…น็ซ‹ใŸใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šๆ…ŒใŸใ ใ—ใ„ๆ—ฅใ€…ใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจๆ™‚้–“ใŒๆตใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šไน…ใ€…ใชใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ใ€ๆตใ‚Œ่กŒใ้›ฒใ‚„ใ€่‚Œใ‚’ๅนใๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹้ขจใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ไฝ™่ฃ•ใชใฉใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฏ็ฌ‘ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......็ขบใ‹ใซใใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใญโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใจไธ€็ท’ใ ใจ้€€ๅฑˆใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใฃโ™กใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๆก”้ŸณใซๆŠฑใใคใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—็„ฆใฃใŸๆง˜ใซใ‚ใŸใ‚ใŸใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใŸๅพŒใ€ใพใŸๆญฉใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่‚ฉใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ€ช่จใซๆ€ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆŠฑใไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใชใ„ใชใ‚‰ๆฅใชใ„ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใจใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ—ใ€ๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€ใจ่€ƒใˆ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ…......ใ€ ่‹ฅๅนฒ้ ฌใ‚’่ตคใๆŸ“ใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ–œใ‚ๅŠๆญฉๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ๆญฉใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€‚ ใพใ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฟƒใฎๅค‰ๅŒ–ใซๆˆธๆƒ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ไผš่ฉฑ็จ‹ๅบฆใชใ‚‰้€šๅธธ้€šใ‚Šใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€่งฆใ‚ŒๅˆใŠใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจ่บŠ่บ‡ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไปŠใพใงใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๆก”้Ÿณใจ่งฆใ‚Œๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ไปŠใฎๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใฏๆœ€ๅคงใฎ่ฌŽใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ (็งใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใคใญๅ›ใจ่งฆใ‚ŒๅˆใฃใฆใŸใฃใ‘? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅ‰ใฎ็งๆกˆๅค–ๅ‡„ใ„ๅญใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ......) ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆจช้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅทฆๅดใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸ่ตคใ„็žณใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใจๅŒใ˜่‰ฒใฎใ€่ตคใ„็žณใ€‚ (......ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅทฆ็œผใฃใฆ็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใงๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญ......่‰ฒใ‚‚ใŠๆƒใ„ใ ใ—......ใชใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใฆใใŸ......ใƒƒใƒƒ......ใ‚€ใšใ‚€ใšใ™ใ‚‹ใ…......!) ใใญใใญใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆบใ™ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ๆฒปใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใŠ่…นใฎ่‚‰ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใŸ็œผ็ƒใŒใ€ไปŠๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็œผใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใ่พผใฟไธŠใ’ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใ˜ใ‚ŒใฃใŸใ„ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŽปใๅ›žใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใฒใ‚ƒใ„!?ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฃ......ใชใใซ?ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๅฟƒๅขƒใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ๆ…ŒใฆใŸๆง˜ใชๅค‰ใชๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใถใ‚“ใถใ‚“ใจๆŒฏใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใจ่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎไฝฟใ„ๆ–นใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......็ดขๆ•ตใจ็‰ฉ่ณชๅŒ–ไปฅๅค–ใงไฝ•ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใชใƒผใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚“ใƒผใจ......ใฉใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†? ็งใ‚‚ใพใ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใฃใŸใฎใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ—......ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใƒผใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ใฃใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ใใ†ๅ•ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใŸใŒใ€็ตๅฑ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใ‚’ไผšๅพ—ใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰่ฃใฎ่จ“็ทดๅ ดใงๆˆฆใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ ใ€‚ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใŒๆบ€ใŸใ•ใ‚Œใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅฎŒๅ…จใซ้ญ”ๆ—ใจๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ‚ใฎๅคœใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‚ใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ใพใ ๅ…จใฆๆŠŠๆกใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚’็ฉใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‹ใญใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ„ŸๆŸ“ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใฏใƒผใ„ใ€ ็ดขๆ•ตใ€็‰ฉ่ณชๅŒ–ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณไปฅๅค–ใฎไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใธใจๆ„ŸๆŸ“ใ•ใ›ใ€ๅค‰่ฒŒใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฐ—ไป˜ใใ€ไปŠใฏใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‚ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใใฎๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Œใฐใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€้‡็”ฃใŒๅฏ่ƒฝใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ไพฟๅˆฉใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ“ใฎๅ…ˆ็‰ฉ่ณชๅŒ–ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ๆญฆๅ™จๅŒ–ใซใ—ใ‹ไฝฟใ‚ใชใ„ใ“ใจใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฟƒใซๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ€ใพใ•ใ‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใฃใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใพใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใปใฉไธŠๆ‰‹ใใฏไฝฟใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฃใฆใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ๅŠ›ใชใ‚“ใ ? ้ญ”ๆณ•ใชใฎใ‹? ่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ๅŠ›ใ ใŒ......ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ่ถณใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ......้ญ”ๆ—?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใใคใญๅ›! ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ“ใฎๅญ็งใฎๆญฃไฝ“็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใจ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ„ใ†ใƒฏใƒผใƒ‰ใซๅ”–็„ถใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใŸใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใฎ็†็”ฑใซใ™ใๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่€ณๆ‰“ใกใงใใ‚Œใ‚’ไผใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚่€ณๆ‰“ใกใ•ใ‚Œใฆๅˆใ‚ใฆ็†่งฃใ—ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏๅ› ็ธใฎๆ•ตใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซใจใฃใฆใฏไปŠใพใงใšใฃใจใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใชใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ ฌใ‚’ๆŽปใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚
That meant, for better or worse, there were various way to rise one's level, and the increase of the status value would be greatly depending on it. And among all, there was a way to increase the whole status in a level up. That was, "Leveling up through battle". Magical beast, demon, and human, should one leveled up through battle against other living being; depending on one's aptitude; one's whole status values would greatly increase. Sometime it was the strength, sometime it was the magic power, sometime it was the resistance, depending on one's aptitude, this stat would increase way greater compared to the other stats. Also, it took only short amount of time to level up this way. In exchange of risking one's life, one would receive tremendous amount of experience points. Understanding that, from ancient times, human rose and desperately fought to level up so that they could face the threat of magical beasts and demons; who were more powerful than them. In the beginning they'd form a group to hunt magical beasts to rise their level, utilizing plans and tactics, manufacturing weapons, and then realizing new power such as skills and magics, before one knew, human had already acquired power enough to stand against magical beasts and demons. Thus, those human who had become powerful, they didn't keep on leveling up stay alive, but kept on leveling up to become stronger. When they were struggling to stay alive, they found honing one's self as something enjoyable, so they decided to keep on fighting. And so, the society turned the way right now. Either it adventurer or knight, fundamentally they were "Occupation to fight" that were founded by those who'd come to love to fight. Of course, there was a possibility that they might die when they fought against magical beasts or demons, but the composure that; came from how powerful they had become; gave them the chance to find battle as something enjoyable. Nonetheless, that wasn't something bad. It was okay to find honing one's self through battle as something fun, as long as there were capable people around, they'd be able to deal with any impending crisis, after all. Leaving that aside, the simple representation of one's self's power was through "Level". The extent of the rise of status values were variant depending on one's talent and aptitude, but those status values were the exact representation of one's capability when fighting. ...then, how about someone who suddenly returned to level 1? When one's status values stayed as it was, but the level returned to level 1, what happened to that person? Kitsune was, currently pondering about it. "Hmm...." While inspecting his own status, Kitsune was walking on a road together with Leila and Trisha. Leaving Grandile Kingdom, they were in the middle of going to the next town. They needed some preparations and also transportation to go to Rookshade Kingdom. They couldn't make any preparations at Grandile Kingdom, so they decided to prepare it at the next town. Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv. 1 Strength : 40 Stamina : 1050 Resistance : 1420 Agility : 1000 Magic Power : 950 Innate skill : {Demon eye of foresight} {Miasma Manipulation} {Re: Origin} * After returning to level 1, he was pondering whether the current status became his initial status or not. Kitsune's initial status when he first came to this world was, except for his resistance, everything else was ghastly only on two digits values. However, through leveling up he obtained strength four times he had in his former world, even his other status also had increased to the point he could be refered as superhuman in his former world. With his current status, perhaps he'd even be able to defeat small fry magical beasts by himself. However, this status had turned into his level 1 status. Aside from his strength and magic power, everything was on four digits value, perhaps this initial status was enough to make him the strongest level 1 ever. Compared to his former initial status, perhaps it could be said that his strength had been reborn with four times power? If he wanted to ascertain it, he needed to level up as soon as possible, but he couldn't see any magical beast around. They were walking on a paved road, so magical beasts rarely appeared there. "What are you mumbling about, Kitsune-kun?" "Mmm... well, whatever. It's nothing, Leila-chan... it's just, I'm just thinking it's been a while since the last time we had some leisure times like this." "Well, encountering Leila, participating in a guarding request, fighting the hero, and then that mysterious attack... we sure have been rolled up into such events one after another, huh... I also do feel it's been quite a while since we had such peaceful time like this." Having been experiencing many irritating moments and eventful time these past few day, to be able to easely feel the flowing time like this, Kitsune did think that it really had been quite a while. Even Trisha, thinking back that she had never have such times to watch the moving clouds or sensing the blowing wind to her skin, she found it a bit funny. "Hmm... perhaps you're right~, together with Kitsune-kun is fun because you won't ever get bored, after all." Saying so, Leila intended to hug Kitsune but, she couldn't. After slightly flusteredly waving her hands, she started walking again. Looking at Leila who slightly dropped her shoulders, Kitsune felt dubious, but she wasn't coming to hug him was something good for him, he decided to just leave her be and turned his gaze from her. "Uu...." With her face slightly red, Leila walked diagonally half-step behind Kitsune. Seemingly still bewildered with the change of her heart, she could still hold conversation with him as usual, but when it came to make a contact with him, she ended up hesitating. How did she touch Kitsune up until now? For the current her, that was her biggest mystery. 'How did I touch Kitsune-kun before, I wonder? The past me was unexpectedly quite an amazing girl, huh....' Thinking so, Leila took a glance at Kitsune's face. She was looking from his left side, so she could see his just got fixed red left eye. Red eye, similarly like hers. '...come to think of it, Kitsune-kun's left eye was made with my flesh, wasn't it? ... even the color is matching with mine... s, somehow it makes my heart throbbing faster... it's unbearable...!' Leila held and shook her swaying body. It had recovered, but thinking that Kitsune's left eye was made from the flesh of her own abdomen, she felt somewhat nauseated. She didn't know whether she was happy of shy, but her heart was stirred up by a revolving feeling. "Ah right, Leila-chan." "Hyai!?" "What's the matter?" "No, it's nothing... what is it?" Toward Kitsune who inclined his head, Leila brushed it off by waving her hands and told him that there was nothing wrong. "Ah, okay. Well, it's about way to manipulate the miasma... I'm just wondering is there any other use than using it so detect enemies or materializing it?" "Eh? Umm... is there, I wonder? I haven't fully understood it myself, here you even have been able to use it as well... I simply do anything that comes up to my mind, after all." "Hee... I see." A way to manipulate the miasma. Being asked so, Leila thought of it a bit, but in the end she couldn't come up with anything. In the first place, the first time she understood "Miasma Manipulation" was when she battled Kitsune at the guild's underground training ground. Having her desire been satisfied, that was the moment when her body completely turned into that of demon. So even she still hadn't perfectly grasped what this skill was capable of. That was why, there was no other way but to experience it first hand. "Ah, but we can infect other with it." "Ye~s." Detection, materialization, infecting other human into becoming "Red Night", and transformation, that was all the currently known use of this skill. And then, Kitsune realized, that currently he also possessed that very skill. That meant, it was possible for him to mass produce "Red Night" if he felt like it. He thought that he had obtained a convenient yet terrifying skill. He quietly decided that he'd only use it to make him some weapons. "Kitsune, could it be now you're able to use the same skill as Leila?" "Yup, well, I couldn't use it as good as Leila-chan, though." "Or rather, what kind of power is that? Is that a magic? I haven't seen anything like that...." "Eh?" Toward Kitsune's word, Trisha stopped her legs. Noticing that, Kitsune and Leila also stopped, and looked at her. Her eyes were wide open, and blinked two or three times. "Innate skill? ... demon?" "...eh?" "Ah... Kitsune-kun! Could it be she doesn't know who I am, yet?" Seeing that innate skill and demon words were news to Trisha, Kitsune also inclined his head in wonder, but Leila immediately realized the reason why. And then, she immediately whispered it to Kitsune. After hearing her whisper, he finally understood it. ...come to think of it, I haven't told Rishe-chan about Leila-chan, have I? Leila Vermillion, she was an S rank demon "Red Night" and was also Kitsune's fated enemy. "...how should I explain it, I wonder?" While scratching his cheek, Kitsune mumbled so.
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ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ€’ใ‚Š ใ€Œใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ“ใซ......?ใ€ ใ„ใ‚„ใ€้•ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅญใฏใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฎนๅงฟใฏใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‹ใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใใฎใพใพๅคงใใใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใใฃใใ‚Šใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎๅฎŸใ‹ใชใ‚Š้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅญใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใงใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆง˜ใชใƒญใƒณใ‚ฐใƒ˜ใ‚ขใƒผใ ใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Š็ขบๅฎŸใซ่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใงใฏใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›......่ชฐ?ใ€ ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‰ใซๅงฟใ‚’็พใ™ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€้šๅˆ†ใจ่ˆใ‚ใŸ็œŸไผผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚่ชฐใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ“ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚’ๅ•ใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฎๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๆ€ชใ—ใ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใฏ็ตถๅฏพใซใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆตฎใ‹ในใใ†ใซใชใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ใใ†ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ใใ†ๅ‘ผใถใฎใฏๅฝผๅฅณใŸใ ไธ€ไบบใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณ ๅƒ•ใฏ่ท้›ขใ‚’ใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๅ–ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ›ดใซ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŠใžใพใ—ใ„ๆฐ—้…ใŒๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒŒ็ญ‹ใซๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใ‚’่ตฐใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎๆฐ—้…ใฏใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใฏ......! ไปŠใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ............ใชใ‚“ใ ......!? ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ€ใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†้ง„็›ฎ......ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆˆ‘ๆ…ขๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„......!ใ€ ใƒ–ใƒ„ใƒ–ใƒ„ใจใคใถใ‚„ใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ็ท ใ‚ใฆใใญใใญใจๅ‹•ใใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใงใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ—ใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไฝ™่ฃ•ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆญปไฝ“ใฎๅฑฑใ‚„่ฝขๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็Œซใฎๆญปไฝ“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ˆใฃใฝใฉใŠใžใพใ—ใๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใ€Ž็œŸใฃ้ป’ใช็˜ดๆฐ—ใ€ใŒ็ซ‹ใก่พผใ‚ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€ไธ€ๅบฆ่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ๆๆ€–ใ—ใŸใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎ......! ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ˜˜ใ ใ€้•ใ†ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ€้ฆฌ้นฟใชใ€ใชใ‚“ใง......!! โ€•โ€•โ€•ใชใ‚“ใงใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใตใ€ใ‚„ใใฃใจๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใงไผšใˆใŸใญโ™ก ใใคใญๅ›......โ™ชใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ซชใŒใ€็™ฝใๆŸ“ใพใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ็žณใฏ็…Œใ€…ใจ่ผใ่ตค่‰ฒใซใ€ๅฃๅ…ƒใซใฏๅ…ซ้‡ๆญฏใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่‚‰ใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚‹็‚บใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช้‹ญใ„็‰™ใŒ็พใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚็ด…ๆฝฎใ—ใŸ้ ฌใจ็†ฑใ„ๅๆฏใ€ใใ—ใฆ่ตคใ„็žณใฎไธญๅฟƒใซใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใŒๅนป่ฆ–ๅ‡บๆฅใ€ๆ€ชใ—ใ„ๅ…‰ใ‚’ๅฎฟใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ก”ใŒใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒธใฎไธญใ‚’ใ–ใ‚ใคใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใฉใ™้ป’ใ„ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๅƒ•ใฎไธญใซๆธฆๅทปใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€ๆ€’ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฎไธƒใคใฎๅคง็ฝชใฎไธ€ใคใ€ๆ†คๆ€’ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ€‚ ใ€ŒไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใง่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎใ‹ใชใใฃใฆ! ใงใญใ€็งใฎ้ก”ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎ่™ซใฎ้ก”ใฎๆ–นใŒๅฅฝใใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใŸใฎ! ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค‰ใˆใŸใ‚ˆใ€็งใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ใ€ใ‚ใฎ่™ซใฎ้ก”ใซ! ใ“ใ‚Œใง็งใ‚’ๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ใพใŸใ€่™ซใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่™ซใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎไธญใฎๆ€’ใ‚ŠใŒใ€ๆ›ดใซๅคงใใ่†จใ‚ŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆๆ€–ใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅƒ•ใฎไธญใซใฏๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใใคใญๅ›ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใŸๆฑšใ„็Šฌใจ้›Œ่ฑšใ‚‚ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใŒไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅญ้”ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆ! ๅ…จ็„ถ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ…จ็„ถๅฟƒใŒใจใใ‚ใ‹ใชใ„! ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใใคใญๅ›ใฏ็งใ‚’ๅฅฝใใซใชใ‚‹ในใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใญ? ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ่ฒดๆ–นใฎใ“ใจใŒๅฅฝใใชใฎใฏ็งใ ใ‚ˆ? ่ฒดๆ–นใฎใ“ใจใฏ็œผ็ƒใฎๅ‘ณใพใง็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€็งไปฅไธŠใซ่ฒดๆ–นใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†?ใ€ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใŒใ€ไฝ•ใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ€’ใ‚ŠใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’ใƒŽใ‚คใ‚บใจใ—ใฆๆŽปใๆถˆใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใŒ้–ขไฟ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ„ใคใฏๆฎบใ™ใ€ๆฎบใ•ใชใ„ใจ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็ฒพ็ฅž่ก›็”ŸไธŠโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆœ‰ๅฎณใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„!! ใ“ใฎๅฅณใฏๆ•ตใ ใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ไพฎ่พฑใ™ใ‚‹่กŒ็‚บใฏๅƒ•ใŒ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆฑšใ„็Šฌ? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้›Œ่ฑš? ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใพใงๅƒ•ใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฒทใˆใฐๆฐ—ใŒๆธˆใ‚€ใ‚“ใ ใŠๅ‰ใฏ? ใบใ‚‰ใบใ‚‰ใจ่ฆ‹ๅฝ“้•ใ„ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใใฎๅฃใ€้–‹ใใชใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œ้ป™ใ‚Œ......!!ใ€ ่‡ช็„ถใจใ€ๆ€’ใ‚Šใซๅใ—ใฆ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใถใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒใ€็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็œผใŒใ€้ฉšๆ„•ใซ่ฆ‹้–‹ใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใซใ‚„ใใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใงใ€ใใ‚“ใช้ก”ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹ใชใ€‚ไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„......ไปŠใ™ใใใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚......!! ใ€Œๅฟƒ่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅƒ•ใฏๅ›ใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ ผไธ‹ใจใ‹ใ€ๆ ผไธŠใจใ‹ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใฎ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉๅƒ•ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้–“ใซๆ–ญๅด–็ตถๅฃใฎๆง˜ใชๆ ผๅทฎใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใŒๆถˆใˆใ‚‹ใพใงใ€ใ“ใฎๆ‹ณใŒๅฃŠใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆฎดใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆๅƒ•ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎๅฅณใ ใ‘ใฏ่จฑใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃโ˜† ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚‚็งใฎๅ‘ณใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ? ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™ก ใใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็งใซ้ ‚ๆˆด? ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใฆใ‚ใพใƒผใ„ๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ‚’ใ€็งใซใกใ‚‡ใƒผใ ใ„โ™ชใ€ ็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ใ“ใฎ่‰ฒๆƒ…้ญ”ใ€‚ๅ‰ใซใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ็™บๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ไฝ™ๆ‰€ใงใ‚„ใ‚Œใ€ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆˆฆใ„ใฏใ€้€š็ฎ—ใงไธ‰ๅบฆ็›ฎใ€‚้ŽๅŽปไบŒๅ›žใฎๅฏพๆฑบใซใŠใ„ใฆใ€่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฝผๅฅณใซๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆฐ—ใพใใ‚Œๆฌก็ฌฌใงๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅฝขใงใ€‚ ๅทฎใฏๆญด็„ถใ€‚ใชใฎใซใชใœๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€่จ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใจ่ฉ•ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ€ช็‰ฉใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใใฎใ‹? ใใ‚Œใฏๅ˜็ด”ๆ˜Žๅฟซใ€่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใ‚’ๅ”ฏไธ€็„กไบŒใฎ่ฆชๅ‹ใ ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅคงไบ‹ใงใ€ๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅคฑใ„ใŸใใชใใฆใ€ๆœ€ใ‚‚ไพฎ่พฑใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใฆใพใงโ€•โ€•โ€•่ญทใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๅฝใ‚Šใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‰ใซ็พใ‚Œใ€ๅฐšไธ”ใค่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็‚บใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒ่จฑใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅŠ ใˆใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่™ซใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใ‚’ๆฑšใ„็Šฌใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’้›Œ่ฑšใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ€ๅ…จใฆใŒๅฝผใฎ้€†้ฑ—ใซ่งฆใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงๅ”ฏไธ€ๆœ€ๅˆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ญทใฃใฆใใŸๆœ€ใ‚‚ไฟก้ ผใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒŠใƒผใงใ€ใƒซใƒซใฏๅฐๆฑšใ„ๆชปใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸใ€ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ็ขบใ‹ใซๅฎถๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใฎ็ต†ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใงใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆ•‘ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅฐšไธ”ใคไปŠใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไปฒ้–“ใจใ—ใฆ้ ผใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ€็บใ‚ใฆไพฎ่พฑใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆšใˆใชใ„ใ€็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใถใ‚Šใ€ๆ€ช็‰ฉใธใจๅฉใใ“ใ‚€ใ€‚ใใฎ่ƒธใซๅฎฟใฃใŸๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’ใ€็™บๆ•ฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใ”ใฃ......ใŒใตใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ขใƒใƒƒโ˜†ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€็พๅฎŸใฏ้žๆƒ…ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ‹ณใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡ๅฑŠใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚้€†ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใฏไฝ•็™บใ‚‚ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใŸใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๆŠœใ‹ใšใ€ๆ˜ผ้–“ใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ‹ณใงๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใฏๆ˜ผ้–“ไปฅไธŠใ€ๆœ€ๆ—ฉๆก”้ŸณใŒ่บฑใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ‚ฌใƒผใƒ‰ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ”ปๆ’ƒใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ็พใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใ ใฃใŸใ€‚็—›ใฟใฏใชใ„ใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๆ—ขใซๆบ€่บซๅ‰ต็—ใ ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒไธ€ๆ’ƒใŒใ€ๆ—ขใซ่‡ดๅ‘ฝๅ‚ทใซใชใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๅ ดใงๆก”้ŸณใŒ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€็—›ใฟใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใจใ€้ซ˜ใ„้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟƒใซๅผทๅˆถ็š„ใซๆคใˆไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆๆ€–ใŒใ€ๆฎดใ‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‹ณใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใ‚’็ทฉใ‚ใ€ใใ—ใฆ้ซ˜ใ„้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใŒใใฎๅจๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ›ดใซๅŠๆธ›ใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ‰ใ—ใŸใฎใƒผ? ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†้™็•Œ?ใ€ ็—›ใฟใŒใชใ„ใฎใซใ€่ถณใฏๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚่ถณใ‚’ๆ‰•ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใซๅœฐ้ขใซๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆ‰•ใฃใŸๆœฌไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ€ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‰ใซๅบงใ‚Šใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒ‹ใ‚ณใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚็™ฝใ„้ซชใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใ€่ตคใ„็žณใŒ็ˆ›ใ€…ใจ่ผใใ€็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฎ้ก”ใง็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ๆบ€่บซๅ‰ต็—ใชๆก”้Ÿณใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅ†…ๅฟƒใซ็‡ƒใˆ็››ใ‚‹ๆ€’ใ‚Šใฏใ€ๆ›ดใซ็Œ›ใ‚Š็‹‚ใ†ใ€‚่…•ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใ€ๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ใ™ใ€‚็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ในใ่†ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใŸใŒใ€ ใใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒ่ธใฟใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใ‚ƒใฃใจๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅœฐ้ขใซ่ธใฟใคใถใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚่…•ใซๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ƒŒไธญใ‚’่ธใฟใคใ‘ใ‚‹่ถณใŒ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…จ็„ถๅŠ›ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆ? ่ถณใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่ถณใ‹ใ‚‰ไน—ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใฏๅพฎ้‡ใ ใ€‚ๅ…จๅฟซๆ™‚ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใชใ‚‰ๆ™ฎ้€šใซ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅฏ่ƒฝใ ใฃใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏ่ƒŒใซไน—ใ‚‹่ถณใฎ้‡ใ•ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๅ‹•ใใ‚’ๅฐใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚็—›ใฟใฏใชใ„ใฎใซใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒๆ‚ฒ้ณดใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃ......ใ…ใใใ‚ใ‚ใ‚!!ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚่…•ใซๆธพ่บซใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ€ๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’ใ‚จใƒใƒซใ‚ฎใƒผใซๅค‰ๆ›ใ—ใ€ๆญฏใ‚’้ฃŸใ„ใ—ใฐใฃใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใซๅ…จใฆใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่ถณใ‚’่ทณใญใฎใ‘ใ€ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใซใชใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€็ซ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่ถณใŒใŒใใŒใใจ้œ‡ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ใ€ๅฉใ„ใฆๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒใพใ ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใฏใพใ ๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใฃ! ็ซ‹ใฃใŸ็ซ‹ใฃใŸใ€ๅ‡„ใ„! ๅ‡„ใ„ใ‚ˆใใคใญๅ›! ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š่ฒดๆ–นใฏๅ‡„ใ„!ใ€ ๆ•ตใŒ็ซ‹ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซใฏใ—ใ‚ƒใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใคใญใฎๅฟƒใซๆ›ดใชใ‚‹ๆ€’ใ‚ŠใŒ่พผใฟไธŠใ’ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่‡ช็„ถใจใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซ็—›ใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ€ใพใ ็ฌ‘ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅฅฎใ„็ซ‹ใŸใ›ใ€ใใ—ใฆไธๆ•ตใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใพใพๆญฃ้ขใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฏใ—ใ‚ƒใๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๆ›ดใซไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ? ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใญ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใใฎไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใช้ก”ใ‚’ๆฎดใ‚‹......!ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ! ๅคงๅฅฝใใชใใคใญๅ›ใฎ็‚บใซใ€ๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹! ใปใ‚‰!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ก”้ขใ‚’ๆฎดใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆก”้Ÿณใซ็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใซใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ„่กจใ‚’่กใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸ้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใŒใ€ใ ใŒใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ๆ˜ฏ้žใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ‚ˆใ‚Šไฝ™่ฃ•ใฎใชใ„่บซใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆกใ‚Šใ€ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใถใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใฃใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใซๆฎดใฃใฆ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹......ใ†ใตใต......!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒไฝ•ใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆง‹ใ‚ใšๆ‹ณใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ€ไปŠใซใ‚‚ๅ€’ใ‚Œใใ†ใช่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃใ‚ใ‚ ใ‚™......! ใฏใ......ใฏใ......! ใฃใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ ใ‚™ใ‚ ใ‚™!!ใ€ ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใถใฃใŸๆ‹ณใ‚’ใ€ๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŠœใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŠœใ„ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซๆ‚ŸใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎๆ‹ณใฏใ€็ •ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€‚ ใƒ–ใƒใƒ–ใƒใจใ€่…•ใฎ็ญ‹ใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใ‚‹้ŸณใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ดใ‚ญใ‚ดใ‚ญใจใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ็ •ใ‘ใ‚‹้ŸณใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚็ฅž็ตŒใŒๆ“ฆใ‚Šๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใ€่ก€็ฎกใŒ็ ด่ฃ‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ‹ณใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้ ฌใซๅฝ“ใŸใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€ๆ‹ณใŒ็ •ใ‘ใ€ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ๅณ่…•ใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ก€ใ‚’้ ฌใซๅก—ใฃใŸ็จ‹ๅบฆใงใ€ใชใ‚“ใฎใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ‚‚็„กใ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€‚ๅณ่…•ใฏใ€ใ ใ‚‰ใ‚“ใจๅŠ›ใชใใถใ‚‰ไธ‹ใŒใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎใ€่‚‰ๅกŠใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅคงใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใบใ‚ใ‚Šใจ้ ฌใซใคใ„ใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ก€ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใฆใ€ๆๆƒšใฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ใžใใžใใจ่บซไฝ“ใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๅฟซๆ„Ÿใซ้…”ใ„ใ—ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใช......ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ใใคใญๅ›ใ€็งใ‚’ๅ‚ทไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ? ใ‚ใฏใฃใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชใ€ใžใใžใใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†......!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅณ่…•ใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒๅ…จใใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใ€็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใพใ ่ซฆใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅณใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅทฆใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใถใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ™ใ‚‰ๅ‡บๆฅใšใ€ๅทฆ่…•ใ‚‚่ฝใกใŸใ€‚ไธก่…•ใฎ้‡ใฟใŒใƒ€ใ‚คใƒฌใ‚ฏใƒˆใซ่บซไฝ“ใฎ่ฒ ่ทใซใชใ‚Šใ€ไธŠๅŠ่บซใŒๅ‰ๅฑˆใฟใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅ€’ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ถณใซๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ€’ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใใคใญๅ›้™็•Œ? ไธก่…•ใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎ? ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใซ......ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่…•ใŒใ ใ‚‰ใ‚“ใจใถใ‚‰ไธ‹ใŒใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ‚‚ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ‚‚ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ๆ•ตใจใ™ใ‚‰ๆ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใ€ๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใพใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€่ก€ๅก—ใ‚Œใฎ่…•ใ‚’ใ•ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ขใ‚คใ‚นใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ˆใ‚ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญขใ‚ใ‚......!ใ€ ใ€Œ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‰โ™ก ......ใ‚ใฏใใ€่„ณๅ‘ณๅ™Œใพใงใจใ‚ใ‘ใใ†......!!ใ€ ไธก่…•ใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒใชใ„ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆ•ตใซ่ˆใ‚ใพใ‚ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅฑˆ่พฑใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฎ้ก”ใŒๆƒšใ‘ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใงใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ™ใใซๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚ŠใŒใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅงฟใŒใ€่€ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚“โ™ชใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ถณใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใง่…•ใ‚’ๆ”พใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ”พๆถฒๅก—ใ‚Œใฎ่…•ใฏๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๆ•ตใŒไปŠใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆๅคฉๆ•ตใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใ€่‡ชๆ˜Žใฎ็†ใ€‚ ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ€่‹ฆใ€…ใ—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใซใชใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚่ถณใฎ้œ‡ใˆใŒๆ›ดใซๅคงใใใชใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†้•ทใใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚้™็•Œใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใ†ใตใตใ€ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰็งใฎๅ‹ใกใ ใญ......ใใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใพใใฃใฆ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™ก ๆŒ‡ๅ…ˆใ‹ใ‚‰ใœใƒผใ‚“ใถ็งใฎใƒขใƒŽใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ?ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๆญปใฌใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ€ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็”Ÿใใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็œผใฎๅ‰ใฎๆ•ตใซไธ€็™บๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€่€ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€่€ƒใˆใฆ่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซๆ‰“้–‹็ญ–ใ‚’็ทดใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒๅ€’ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ใŸใ ใŸใ ใ€ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ˜ใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ใจใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ‚’่ชใ‚ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใชใถใ‚Šๆฎบใ—ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใไป˜ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚‹้š™ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹......! ๆก”้ŸณใฏๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹่ถณใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆใ€ใพใ ็”Ÿใใ‚‹ๆ„ๆ€ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚
Kitsune's rage. "Shiori-chan... why are you here...?" No. That girl isn't Shiori-chan. She indeed has the exact appearance of Shiori-chan but if I should say it, it feels like she's a bigger version of Finia-chan. Finia-chan indeed had a similar appearance as Shiori-chan, but in fact there were also some differences at them. First, their eyes color were different. Shiori-chan had clear blue eyes where Finia-chan had flaxen eyes. Also, Shiori-chan's long black hair was let loose as it is, where Finia-chan's hair was tied into two. The girl before me has Finia-chan's face with Shiori-chan's hair style. That means, I can clearly say that she isn't Shinozaki Shiori. "You... who are you?" To dare showing herself before me with Shiori-chan's appearance, what a cocky fellow. Just who the hell is she? I can't not ask her why she did such a thing, don't I? And then, erasing her sunflower-like smile, this time she floats an ominous smile. That smile is something that Shiori-chan won't ever float at her face. Seeing that, my eyebrows lowered. She gives me creeps. Kitsune-kun, she called me so. Ever since I came to this world, the one who would call me so was none other than her. --Leila Vermilion. I'm at a bit distance from her, but I take some distances more. Her eerie presence give me chills run through my spine. What's up with this presence, what's up with this existence...! Right now, the one before me... what's it...?! "Ufufu, ufufufu... aah, no good.... As I thought, I can't hold it anymore....!" Muttering so, she hugs her own body and wriggling. I want her to don't do such a thing with Shiori-chan's face, though. To be honest, I have no time to worrying about such a thing. Rather than seeing a mountain of corpses or a cat killed by accident, I think she's way more eerie. And then, there're 'black miasma' spreading around her. That thing, I've seen it once. That is, similar like at the time I met the most fearsome existence ,for me, at this world....! But, no way, you're joking, right? that's, impossible, why....!! --why is "Red Night" here! "Ufufufu, we finally meet again in the truest meaning, don't we... Kitsune-kun?" Her hair color is, changed and dyed in white. And then her eyes are brightly shining red, and then at her mouth, rather than high canine, the one there are seemingly very sharp fangs that are usually used to tears off meat. With blushing cheeks and hot breath, and somehow I feel like I can somehow see heart marks at the center of her eyes that exude an ominous light. A Dark emotion is swirling inside me. This emotion, I somehow remember it. This is, wrath. One of the seven deadly sins, the emotion of anger. "I've been pondering about what you said after our duel today, you see... like, why did you say such a thing?! And then, I thought perhaps you prefer that bug's face rather than mine! That's why I changed it, my face, into that bug's face! With this you would fall in love with me, don't you? Because I really love you, after all!" Again, she says bug. She calls Finia-chan as bug. The anger inside me is, blazing stronger. My fear toward this monster is, it has totally disappeared from me. "Moreover those filthy dog and pig that together with you, they weren't suitable to be together with you! They didn't look tasty at all, they didn't throb my heart at all! As I thought, you're supposed to fall in love with me! Right? You understand it, don't you? The one that really love you ,Kitsune-kun, is none other than me, you know?! I even know the taste of your eyeball, do you think there's someone who know you more than me?" The monster before me is, blabbering about something. But, the anger inside me has erased it like some kind of noise. Enough. I don't care about what it would blabber again. I'll kill it, I'll absolutely kill it. Inside my mind-- there's nothing but anger!! This woman is my enemy. Not just using Shiori-chan's face, I can't forgive her for insulting them. "Shut up...!!" Without I notice it, contrary to my anger, I float a faint smile at my face. The "Eerie Constitution" is, activated. The eyes of the girl before me are, opened wide in surprise, and then she lasciviously smiles. With Shiori-chan's face, don't make such a face. It disgusts me... I'll stop that face of yours immediately.....!! "It's hard for me, but.... I'll kill you." Floating a faint smile, I say so while pointing my finger at her. Low ranker? High ranker? I don't care about such a thing. No matter how distant apart our prowess are, I won't forgive her. Till that disgusting smile vanish, even if my fist broken, I'll keep attacking her. Even if I die, I won't ever forgive this woman. "Ahaha, Kitsune-kun want to know my taste? It's okay, I'll let you taste me, in exchange, please give me your body? It's fine, right? Because I really love you, after all, so it's okay right? There's no problem, right? That sweeeet taste of yours, give it to me." Like hell I'll give my body to her, this lustful demon. I've said it before, didn't I? "If you want to vent up your lust then do it out there." * * * That was, the third battle for Kitsune against Leila. At the first two battles, Naginata Kitsune lost against her. Moreover, at both of those battles he might lost his life depending on her whim. Their differences were too evident. However, why Kitsune lad would fight Leila, who could be said as a monster that was classified as an A rank magical beast, again? The answer was simple and clear, that was because Naginata Kitsune was only thinking about his one and only close friend, Shinozaki Shiori. She was the most important existence for him, the existence that he didn't want to ever lost and the existence that he won't ever let anyone to insult at. A proofed fact, she was the existence that he would absolutely protects-- even by putting his own life on the line. Moreover, Leila changed her face into hers, then she appeared before him, and she even used that face for his sake, he couldn't forgive her for those acts. Moreover, for calling Finia as bug, calling Lulu as filthy dog, for calling Rishe as pig, all of it were roused his anger more. Finia was his most trusted partner that always protected him ever since he came to this world, Lulu was indeed pulled out from a filthy cage, but she was a girl that was referred by him as his family, Rishe was his benefactor, moreover right now she was one of his comrades. Kitsune couldn't hold his anger, there was no way he could. That was why he fought her. Over and over again, brandishing his fists, he attacked the monster. As if to letting out the anger inside his heart. "Uoo... guh....!" "Ahaha" However, reality was a cruel one. None of Kitsune's fists reached her. On the other hand, there were, god only know, how much attack landed at Kitsune's body. Without using the knife at her back, Leila played with Kitsune bare handedly similarly like at their duel at daytime before. However, her speed was faster than at daytime, her attacks weren't something that could be dodged by Kitsune anymore. Right now, Kitsune's body was tattered. He didn't feel any pain, but there were wounds all around his whole body, because each of her attacks was an attack that would inflicts a lethal injury, after all. The reason why Kitsune was still able to stand up there was solely because he couldn't feel any pain and his high resistance. The fear that was forcefully planted inside her mind by "Eerie Constitution" was, lessening the speed of her attack, moreover his high resistance halved the power of her attack. "What's up~? Kitsune-kun, at your limit already?" He couldn't feel any pain, but his legs won't listened to what he ordered it to. Getting his legs kicked aside, Kitsune easily fallen to the ground. And then, the culprit that kicked his feet, Leila, squatted before the fallen Kitsune, grinning and said so. Kitsune had wounds at all around his whole body, but the blaze of anger inside his heart was, raging powerfully. Raising his arm, he put strength into it to elevate his own body. And then he raised his kneel to stand up, but... Leila treaded him on his back. And then Kitsune's body was trampled down and fallen to the ground. He put strength into his arms, but the leg above his back won't let him to stand up. "Come on, I'm not pushing it at all, you know? I only put one of my leg above you, you know?" Indeed, she almost put no strength at her leg. At his best condition he should be able to easily stand up. However, with just the weight of her leg above him, the current Kitsune couldn't even move an inch. He didn't feel any pain, but his body was screaming. "Hu... uguhaaaa!!" However, Kitsune stood up. Putting all his might into his arms, conversing his anger into power, gritting his teeth, he used up all of his strength just to stand up. Brushing of Leila's leg, even by staggering, he stood up. Even if his legs were shaking, he hit it to stop the shake. Because "Eerie Constitution" was still activated, that meant Kitsune's mind hadn't collapsed. "Ahaha! You stand up again, amazing! You're amazing, Kitsune-kun! As I thought you're amazing!" Even though her opponent just stood up, looking at Leila who was so delighted by that, the anger inside Kitsune was raging more violently. Without he noticed it, he floated a faint smile. Even after receiving that much attacks, he was still smiling. Kitsune cheered up himself, and then gazed forward while still floating a daring smile. The delighted monster was, looking at such Kitsune she floated a more eerie smile. "And then, what are you going to do? Are you going to do something?" "...ah, let's see... for now, I'll just hit that disgusting face of yours...." "Hmm... then, fine by me! For the sake of my beloved Kitsune-kun, I'll let you hit me! Here!" And then, she stuck out her face so that it would be easier for Kitsune to hit it. Kitsune too, he floated a surprised expression for an instant at her act, but if she expressly let herself to got hit by him then there was no reason to held back. To begin with, he already had no spare energy anymore, Kitsune clenched his fist, and unsteadily brandished it. "Ufufu, I'll get a hit form Kitsune-kun... Ufufu....!" Leila said something but, Kitsune didn't pay any mind into it and solely focused into putting his strength into his fist. "Aaa....! Haa.... Haa.....! Aa, aaaaaaaa!!" He swung his brandished fist. However, at the time he swung it he noticed something. That his fist, would broken. *buchi buchi*, there were sounds where the muscle of his arm snapped. *Goki goki*, there were a sound as if there was something broken. His nerves were worn out, his veins were rupturing. And then, at the moment his fist landed at Leila's face, his fist broken, at that very moment his right arm was over. With just having Kitsune's blood plastered at her face, Leila received no damage. His right arm, became nothing but just a loosely and feebly swayed lump of meat. On the contrary, Leila licked his blood at her own cheek, and the she floated an ecstasy expression. As if she was intoxicated by the pleasure that was spreading through her whole body. "Wha...." "Ufufu, ufufufu... Kitsune-kun, you hit me while making sure that it won't hurt me, right? Ahaha, I'm very happy, I'm really happy, you know, it even makes me shiver...!" Understanding that he was completely unable to feel the sensation of his right arm, Kitsune covered his eyebrows. However, he was still not gave up. If his right arm was impossible then he just need to use his left arm. However, right now, without he could even brandished it, his left arm also fallen. The weight from both of his arms became a direct burden for his body and made his upper body slouched forward. However, he put strength into his legs so that he won't collapsed, Kitsune didn't collapsed. "Hmm? Kitsune-kun, at your limit already? You can't move both of your arms? So pitiful..." "....!" Looking at Kitsune's arms that loosely swayed, Leila came approaching him. She had no intention to attack him. She had no intention to kill him. To begin with, she didn't consider him as an enemy. Understand that, Kitsune grinded his teeth. And then, Leila who came till before Kitsune, she raised both of Kitsune's arms. And then, she started licking his blood stained arms as if licking an ice cream. "Stop it....!" "So tasty, it's so tasty ....ahaha, I feel like my mind is melting...!!" Even if he couldn't feel the sensation from both of his arms, but having his body got licked by his enemy was a great humiliation for him. Moreover, she did that with Shinozaki Shiori's face, for Kitsune, who knew what kind of person she was, he wanted to stop it immediately. Looking at Shiori's appearance doing such a thing, it was unbearable for him. "Ahn." Kitsune moved her legs, took a distance from Leila and got his arms released. It was a relief that he couldn't feel that sensation of his saliva covered arms, but the fact the enemy before him was already became his natural enemy was, it became his self-evident truth. Concealing his faint smile, Kitsune floated a disgusted expression. His legs were shaking violently. To just stood up, perhaps he couldn't endured it anytime longer. "Kitsune-kun, you're almost unable to even stand up, don't you? Ufufu, if you collapsed then it would be my win, right? ... don't worry, this time I'll eat you with full of love, from your finger tip till your whole body, everything are mine, aren't it?" However, if he collapsed here then he would die. What should he do? What should he do to survive here? What should he do to bring down the enemy before him with one shot? Kitsune was pondering, thinking and thinking, he desperately thought about a plan to overcome this situation. Leila was waiting for Kitsune to collapse. --that's why it would become a great chance.....! Kitsune pinned his shaking legs, and his thought about dying there was, disappeared.
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ๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปŠๅพŒใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ไผใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅจ˜ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใจๅฟซใๆ‰ฟ่ซพใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๆฉไบบใฎๆฑบใ‚ใŸไบ‹ใชใ‚‰ๆ–‡ๅฅใฏใชใ„ใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงไน…ใ—ใถใ‚Šใซๆ™ฎ้€šใชไบบใซไผšใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใพใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸ่‰ฏใ„ๅคงไบบใฃใฆใ€ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใงไผšใฃใŸๅฎฟใฎใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใ‚ใฎไบบใฏ่‰ฏใ„ไบบใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใญใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ—ใ€ๆœใ‚‚ใใ‚ŒใŸใ—ใ€ๆฐ—ๅ‰ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ใŠใฐใ•ใ‚“ใฃใฆๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฎใ€ไบบๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใฎ่‰ฏใ„ไบบใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚ใใ‚Œใจใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅๅ‰ใŒใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€็ˆตไฝใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใฟใŸๆ‰€ใ€ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ไธ‰็•ช็›ฎใฎๅœฐไฝใ€ๆญฃ็›ดๅพฎๅฆ™ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€็š†ใŒ่žใ่ฆšใˆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹็ˆตไฝใงใฏ็ฌฌไธ€ไฝใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใพใๅ€‹ไบบ็š„ใซใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใงใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๆ„Ÿ้Š˜ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๅฐŠๆ•ฌใฎ็œผๅทฎใ—ใงๅƒ•ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ–ฐไบบ็‰นๆœ‰ใฎใ€ไธ–้–“ใฎๆฑšใ•ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ญใƒฉใ‚ญใƒฉใ—ใŸ่ฆ–็ทšใŒใ†ใ–ใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใฉใ†ใชใฃใฆใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใฃใฆใ€‚ๅ‡„ใ้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ„ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ใ ใ‚‹ใ„ใ“ใจใซใ€ๅƒ•ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใŸใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅˆ†้š›ใงๅƒ•ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใŸใ„ใจใ‹ใ€ใตใ–ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ้€†ใ ใฃใŸใฃใ‘? ใพใใฉใฃใกใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใจๅƒ•ใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‚’็ต„ใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใชใ„ไธŠใซใ€็›ธๆ€งใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅƒ•ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚้ญ”็Ž‹็ดšใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉ้”ใจๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ......ใฏใฃใใ‚Š่จ€ใŠใ†ใ‹ใ€่ถณๆ‰‹็บใ„ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ............ใฃ!?ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใฎ่ฆๆœ›ใ‚’ๅดไธ‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏใ€็ด›ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใชใๅƒ•ใฎๆœฌ้Ÿณใ ใ€‚ ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใ‚ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใจใฏๆ•ตๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ใ„ใšใ‚Œใฏๅƒ•ใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€‚ใใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ‚ใฎๅญใจใใฎใƒใƒƒใ‚ฏใซใ‚ใ‚‹็ต„็น”ใŒๅƒ•ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใซใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๆˆฆใฃใฆๅ‹ใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใซ็œผใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚็„กใใซใ—ใ‚‚้žใšใ ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎ้€ฒใ‚€ๅ…ˆใซใฏใ€ๆ€ช็‰ฉใŒๅคš้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŸใ ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใซใฏใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Š่ทใŒ้‡้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€็ด ใงๅผทใ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไผธใณไปฃใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใใ—ใฆๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒๆœช็Ÿฅๆ•ฐใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚่€ๆ€งใง่จ€ใˆใฐๅ‹‡่€…ใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใซใพใงๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใ—ใ€ๆ–ฐไบบใฎๅฝผใฏๅนพใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใƒˆใŒ้…ใ™ใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏๅ›ใงไฟก้ ผๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไปฒ้–“ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไฟบใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจ......ใ™ใ’ใ‡ใงใฃใ‘ใ‡ใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ™......ไฟบใ‚‚ใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใฃใฆ......!ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใซๆ†งใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆ......่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ€ๅ…จๅŠ›ใงๆˆฆใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงไป–ใฎใฉใ‚“ใชๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใ ใฃใฆๅ‹ใคไบ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ๅ›ใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅ‹ใคไบ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใŸใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆœ€ๅผฑใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚่€ๆ€งใง่จ€ใˆใฐAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ‹ใคไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใซๆ†งใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้–“้•ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅคฑๆ•—ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๅคงใใ„ไบบใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ›ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ›ใŒใชใ‚“ใจ่จ€ใŠใ†ใจใ€้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ€ใ™ใ‹......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸ......ใงใ‚‚ใ€็ฐกๅ˜ใซใฏ่ซฆใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฃใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใธใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใŒใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใšใฃใจๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎไปฒ้–“ใจใ—ใฆ่ชใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅผทใใชใฃใŸใใฎๆ™‚ใฏ......ไฟบใ‚’ไปฒ้–“ใซใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใพใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ่ซฆใ‚ใฎๆ‚ชใ„ๅญใ ใชใใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใจใ“ใ‚ใฏๅซŒใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅคฉๆ‰ใƒใƒผใƒˆ้‡Ž้ƒŽใจ้•ใฃใฆใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๅ‡กไบบใŒๆณฅใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใซใชใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆ ผๅฅฝๆ‚ชใๅŠชๅŠ›ใงใฎใ—ไธŠใŒใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅฅดใฎๆ–นใŒใ€ๆ–ญ็„ถๅฅฝใพใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใพใๅŠชๅŠ›ใซๅ‹ใ‚‹ๆ‰่ƒฝใชใ—ใจใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚‰่ชใ‚ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ใพใใ€ๆ‰่ƒฝไปฅไธŠใฎๅŠชๅŠ›ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€็ตๅฑ€ใฏๆ‰่ƒฝ็„กใใ—ใฆใฏใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใใ‚Œใงใ€็ฒพใ€…้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใฎใ‚“ใณใ‚Šใ—ใฆใŸใ‚‰็ฝฎใ„ใฆใใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒ! ใฏใ€ใฏใ„!ใ€ ใ‚ˆใ—ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใซใฏไปŠๅพŒไผšใ‚ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ไปฒ้–“ใ ๅŠชๅŠ›ใ ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็ตๅฑ€้ขๅ€’ใ ใ—ใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎๅคงๆณฃใใ•ใ‚Œใฆ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซ็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใตใ‚Šใ—ใฆ้€ƒใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€้ ็›ฎใงใ‚‚ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใง่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใ€‚้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใญใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€ ่ฉฑใ‚‚็€ใ„ใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›้€€ๅฎคใ€‚้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ‚‹ๅฝผใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใฒใ‚‰ใฒใ‚‰ใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆ่ฆ‹้€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚Œๆ›ฟใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚่ท็‰ฉใ‚‚ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใ—ใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ‡บ็™บใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใฏๆ•ดใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใ ๅฏใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ......ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆŠฑใฃใ“ใ—ใฆ้‹ในใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไบบๆ•ฐใŒๅข—ใˆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚’่ฃœๅ……ใ—ใฆใ€้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šใซ่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซใ“ใ‚“ใช่ก—ใ‹ใ‚‰ใŠใ•ใ‚‰ใฐใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎๆŒ‡็คบใซ็š†ใŒ้ ทใ„ใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’ๅŽปใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็ซ‹ใกๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ€ใ™ใใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ไบˆๅฎšใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใใ€‚้šๅˆ†ใจๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๅ–ฐใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‚ๅคšใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใงใ€ๅ†ๅ‡บ็™บใซใฏๅคงๅˆ†่‰ฏใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’็™บใค็‚บใซใ€ๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ไธ€ๆ–นใใฎ้ ƒใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…้”ใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ๅ„ใ€…ใงๆœใ‚’่ฟŽใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็พๅœจๅ‹‡่€…ไธ€่กŒใฎไธญใง่ตทใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใ ใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฏŽๆœใ€่ฉฆๅˆๅฝขๅผใงๆœใฎ่จ“็ทดใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅŸบ็คŽใฏๅๅˆ†ๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€ๅฎŸๆˆฆ็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚’็ฉใพใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ๆฎบๆ„ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใจใฎๆœ็ทดใฏใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šใฎ็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€้›ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ้ซ˜ใ„ๅŸบ็คŽ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใจใ€ๅฎŸ่ทตๅฝขๅผใง็ฉใพใ‚ŒใŸๆŸ”่ปŸใชๆ€่€ƒใจใŒๅˆใ‚ใ•ใฃใฆใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๅ‡ชใฏใ€ๆ•ฐๆ—ฅใชใŒใ‚‰ใซๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ๆˆ้•ทใ‚’้‚ใ’ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ–็ทšใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใจๆฐ—้…ใง็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ไธ€ๆ‰‹ๅ…ˆไบŒๆ‰‹ๅ…ˆใ‚’่ชญใ‚€ใ€‚ๆ™‚ใซใฏ็‰ฝๅˆถใจใƒ•ใ‚งใ‚คใ‚ฏใ‚’ไบคใˆใฆใ€่‡ช่บซใฎๆœฌๅ‘ฝใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใ‚’้š ใ™ไบ‹ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ๅŸบ็คŽใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚‚ๅคงๅน…ใซๅ‘ไธŠใ—ใ€้ญ”็ฃใจใฎๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚‚้›ฃใชใใ“ใชใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ‚‚ใ€ๅทซๅฅณใฎใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‹ใ‚‰ๅญฆใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......ใตใ…......ๅคงๅˆ†ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅผทใใชใฃใŸใชใ......ใใ‚ใใ‚ไฟบใ‚‚ใ‚„ในใ‡ใ‹ใ‚‚ใชใ€ ใ€Œใฃใฏใฏใฏ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใพใ ใพใ ๆ•ตใ„ใใ†ใซใชใ„......ใฃใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๅคงใฎๅญ—ใซใชใฃใฆๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅ‡ชใฏใ€ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใใ†่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ€ไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆ‹ญใฃใฆใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’้ž˜ใซ็ดใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไนฑใ‚ŒใŸๅ‘ผๅธใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆ‚”ใ—ๅŠๅˆ†ๅฐŠๆ•ฌๅŠๅˆ†ใฎ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ‚’ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅ‘ผๅธใŒๆ•ดใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ๅ‡ชใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆฅใฎๆ–นใธใจ็งปใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฌกใ€่กŒใใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„!ใ€ ใใ“ใซใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŸใกใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆ—ฉใ่ตทใใฆ่จ“็ทดใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€ใƒซใƒซใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ้•ทใ„้–“่จ“็ทดใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใƒซใƒซใฏๆฑ—ใ ใใงใ€ๅ‹•ใใŸใณใซ็ ใฎๆง˜ใชๆฑ—ใŒๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ฃไบบๆ•…ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ไฝ“ๅŠ›ใŒๅคšใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๅ‡ช้”ใŒ่ตทใใฆๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจๅ‹•ใใฃใฑใชใ—ใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’่บฑใ—ใ€ๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•ใงไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ้ญ”ๅŠ›็Ž‰ใ‚’ๅ‰ฃใงๆ–ฌใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่จ“็ทดใ ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏๆ”ปๆ’ƒใซใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅนใฃ้ฃ›ใฐใ™ๅ…‰ใฎไธ‹็ดš้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟ็”จใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใƒซใƒซใŒๆ–ฌใ‚‹็š„ใฏใ€ๅ…‰ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎ้ญ”ๅŠ›็Ž‰ใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใฎๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•ใจ็š„ใฎๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใงใฏ่ฆ‹ๅˆ†ใ‘ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ๆ•ฐใŒๅคšใ„ไธŠใซใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใ‚‚้€Ÿใ„ใ€‚ไธ€็žฌใง็š„ใ‹ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‹ใ‚’ๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใ€ๆญฃ็ขบใซ็š„ใ ใ‘ใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚‹็œผใŒๅฟ…่ฆใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒซใƒซใฏๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฟซใ‚Šใใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๅผพใ‚’ไธ€็žฌใงๅˆคๆ–ญใ€่บฑใ—ใ€ๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใใ—ใฆไฝ“ๅŠ›ใฎ็ถšใ้™ใ‚Šใใ‚Œใ‚’็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ใใฎๅ‹•ใใฏใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‡ชใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ฏ้บ—ใงใ€ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ๆฐ—่ฟซใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใฎใฏใใฎไผธใณไปฃใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ๅบฆใซใ€็„ก้ง„ใŒๆถˆใˆใ€ๆด—็ทดใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ‚’่ฆšใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ๅ‡ชใจไธ€้จŽๆ‰“ใกใงๅ‹่ฒ ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅ‡ชใŒๅ‹ใคใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‹ใชใ‚Šไบ’่ง’ใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใ‚’็นฐใ‚Šๅบƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅผทใใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅผทใ•ใจใ€ๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ‰่ƒฝใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅ‡„ใ„ใชใ‚ใฎๅญ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚Šใ‚ƒใŠๅ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใจใฏ้•ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ€ๅคฉๆ‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใช......ใ ใŒใ€ใกใ‚‡ใ„ใจ็„ก่Œถใ—้ŽใŽใชๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹......่บซไฝ“ๅฃŠใ•ใญใ‡ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ ใชใ€ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจใ‚ทใƒซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใŒ่ตทใใฆใใ‚‹ใพใงใฎไธ€ๆ™‚้–“ใ€ใƒซใƒซใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ็‰น่จ“ใฏ็ถšใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€็พๅœจใฎๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใ“ใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:่Šนๆฒขๅ‡ช ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv72(โ†‘12UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:12030 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:13400 ่€ๆ€ง:310:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:13800 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:6780 ใ€็งฐๅทใ€‘ ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๆ“ไฝœLv3ใ€ ใ€Žๅคฉ่ณฆใฎๆ‰ใ€ ๅๅ‰:ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv47(โ†‘34UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:6890 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:10340 ่€ๆ€ง:100:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:7950 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:5670 ๅๅ‰:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv57(โ†‘30UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:5640 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:7890 ่€ๆ€ง:300:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:8020 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:19800 ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใ€ใใ—ใฆๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‰ใฏใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฎไบˆๆƒณไปฅไธŠใฎใ‚นใƒ”ใƒผใƒ‰ใงๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใ‚„ใ€ใ‚ใฎใƒซใƒซใงใ•ใˆๅ‹‡่€…ใซๅŒนๆ•ตใ™ใ‚‹ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็พๅœจใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏไผธใณใšใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚ใใ†ไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใฆใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซ้™็•Œใฏๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆƒณใ„ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๅฝผๅฅณ้”ใฏใ“ใ“ใพใงใฎใ—ไธŠใŒใฃใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใ‚‚ใ€ๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ไบŒไบบใง็ต„ใ‚ใฐไธ‹็ดš้ญ”ๆ—ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅฎนๆ˜“ใซๆ‰“ๅ€’ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซ? ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใฃ......! ใฏใใฃ......! ใ ......ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€ใงใ™......!ใ€ ็–ฒๅŠดใ—ใŸใƒซใƒซใ‚’ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏๅฟƒ้…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ญ”ๅŠ›ๅ›žๅพฉใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ„็ถšใ‘ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๆ™‚้–“ใŒ็ตŒใฆใฐๅ›žๅพฉใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใปใฉๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใฏใ„ใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€ไฝ“ๅŠ›ใฏใใ†ๆถˆ่ฒปใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‹•ใใฃใฑใชใ—ใฎใƒซใƒซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใปใฉ็–ฒๅŠดใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใพใ‚Š็„ก็†ใ—ใกใ‚ƒ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆ......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ้…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......ใฏใ„......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ......ใใคใญๆง˜ใซใ€ใ‚‚ใ†......ใ‚ใ‚“ใช้ก”ใ•ใ›ใŸใใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™......!ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไปŠใฎใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏๆ‚ฒใ—ใ„้ก”ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ก”ใ‚’ๆด—ใฃใฆใใพใ™......ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒซใƒซใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‘ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ก”ใŒๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ใซๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใŒๅ€’ใ‚Œใชใ„ๆง˜ใซ่จ“็ทดใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ‰€ใงไธ€ไบบใ€่‡ชไธป็ทดใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปŠใฎใƒซใƒซใฏใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚......ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฑใ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚
The Meaning of Being Strong When I shared my thought about out future plan to Nico-chan's father, he readily agreed, as long as he could be with his daughter. Even if he didn't, he had no objection about the decision made by the benefactor who saved him. Somehow, I feel like I've met a normal person for the first time in a long time in this world. I think the only good adult I've ever met is Eira-san from the inn at Miniera, right? She sure was a nice person, she was nice to Lulu-chan, she gave us her clothes, she was a truly sociable and generous auntie. Oh, and I've finally found out Nico-chan's father's name. His name seems to be Higurd-san, and from what I heard, he's a former count. This peerage is ranked third both from the top and the bottom, honestly speaking, that's quite an awkward rank. However, among the peerage everyone is familiar with, I think it's actually ranked first. Well, that's just my personal opinion, though. And then, speaking of Jack-kun, he seems to have been impressed by my words and is now looking at me with gaze full of respect. Such glittering gaze from a noob who know nothing of the dirtiness of the world is honestly annoying. This is why I said, don't blame me for what's going to happen later. What a huge pain in the ass he has become. Then, like a total drag, he said that he wanted to follow me. I'm an H-ranked adventurer, and now a mere F-ranked adventurer actually wants to follow me? What a joke. Huh? It's the other way around? Well, it doesn't matter either way. "Not only is it meaningless for you to join my party, we also have bad compatibility. Besides, if you follow me, that means you'll be fighting monsters of at least Demon King level... well, to put it bluntly, you'll only drag us down." "...!?" So, I reject Jack-kun's request. What I tell him is unmistakably my true intentions. At the very least, before long I'll have another showdown with that fake hero, and there also Apostle-chan, who said that she'd kill otherworlder, who will definitely appear in front of me again. At that time, I'm sure she and the organization behind her will come to kill me. Not to mention, after I fight and beat the fake hero, it's not impossible that I'd appear in the Demon King's radar. There are too many monsters in my path ahead. Such opponents are surely too much for a mere adventurer like Jack-kun. That's why, I've chosen Leila-chan and Finia-chan, who are obviously powerful, Lulu-chan, who has a lot of room to grow, and Rishe-chan, who has unknown potential, as my party members. Speaking of resistance, I've also grown sturdy enough to face the fake hero, so for a newbie like him, no matter how you think about it his starting line is just too far behind. "You should just look for comrades you can put your trust in." "... But, I honestly think that you are amazingly amazing, Kitsune-san... I want to be like you, too...!" "You better not admire me... let me tell you, I'm just an H-ranked adventurer, you know? No matter how much I struggle, I won't be able to beat any other adventurer. Probably, even against you, I wouldn't be able to win." After all, my attack power is the weakest among all adventurers. Speaking of resistance, I should be at A-rank, so I don't think I'd lose either, though. Even if I use my miasma to attack, the current me is still unable to do complex control of it. Even if I can surround someone with knives from every direction like the case with Reis, I'm unable to move all of them at once, after all. That's why, it's not right to admire me. As an adventurer, I'm a total failure. "I'm glad you think of me as someone amazing, but I can't take you with me. No matter what you say, I can't, and you can't arbitrarily follow me, either." "... I, see... understood... However, I'm not going to give up that easily." "... Heh." "So, someday, when I'd become much stronger, strong enough for you to recognize me to be your comrade... would you let me join your party, Kitsune-san?" What a persistent guy you are, Jack-kun. But I don't dislike someone like that. For me, compared to a cheat genius Hero overflowing with sense of justice, I much prefer such an ordinary person who rises to the top through mud and dogged hard work. Well, they say there is no better talent than hard work, I don't mind giving him that much. Speaking of hard work over talent, in the end it's impossible for such people to be talentless, though. "Well, in that case, be sure to do your very best. If you slack even a bit, I'll leave you behind, after all." "! Y, yes!" Very well, anyways let's make sure that I won't meet Jack-kun every again. He says that he'll do his best to be my comrade, but in the end he's a pain in the ass, I haven't forgotten how mentally exhausted I was when he bawled so hard yesterday, after all. If I happen to see him in the future, I'll be sure to pretend I don't see him and run away. As for whether he's truly become stronger or not at that time, I can easily check it from a distance with the status appraisal, after all. "Well then, Jack-kun. Good luck." "Yes... Thank you, Kitsune-san." With our conversation over, Jack-kun leaves the room. When he who bows his head to me, and I wave my hand back to him and see him off. And then, as though taking his place, Leila-chan and Rishe-chan walk in. They seem to have the luggage with them, so most likely the preparation to set out is already complete. "Then, I guess it's about time to get going. Nico-san seems to be still sleeping, but... we can leave her for you to carry, can't we, Higurd-san?" "Leila-chan, Rishe-chan, we now have more people, so we need to replenish more food before getting to the carriage. Let's get out of this town as soon as possible." "Yeah, got it." Once everyone nods in agreement with my instructions, we can finally leave this town. Originally, we were supposed to stop here only for a short while and then leave right away, after all. It sure took us quite a long time here. But, well, we did obtain a lot out of it, so I think the situation is pretty good for a restart. And then, we leave the inn to leave the town. * * * Meanwhile, on the other side. The hero party was also greeting their morning. Among the hero party, the ones who were awake were the Hero and Jik. Every morning ever since their departure, they had been doing morning training in the form of bouts. For the hero who'd most of his foundations done and needed to accumulate practical experience, his morning training against Jik whose attacks were imbued with killing intent had given him a good amount of experience. It was partly thanks to that, but with his tempered originally outstanding basic ability, combined with the flexible thinking that was accumulated through practical training, Hero Nagi had grown tremendously over the past few days. Not just through his gaze, he now could perceive his opponent's movements through sensation and presence, to read a move or two ahead. He also learned how to hide his actual attack by mixing it with diversion and fakes at times. Of course, his basic stats had also improved significantly, he was now capable of fighting and defeating demonic beasts without much difficulty, and he had also learned knowledge about Demon King and demons from Miko Cecil. "Haa... haa...!" "... fuu ... you, have gotten pretty strong, aren't you? ... at this rate you might surpass me in no time at all." "Hahaha... No way, I still can't see myself defeating you at all...!" Nagi, who was lying sprawled on the ground, said so in response to Jik's words, and then sit up. Wiping away the sweat, he then sheathed his sword. While calming his ragged breath, he showed bitter smile of half frustration and half respect. Then, once he had had his breathing in order, Nagi shifted his gaze from Jik to somewhere else. "Next one, let's go!" "Yes!" There were Lulu and Finia, who were up even earlier than them and had started training. He didn't know how long they'd been training, but Lulu was dripping with sweat, and every time she moved, beads of sweat fell to the ground. It was unknown whether it was because she was a beastman or something else, but she seemed to possess a lot of stamina, she'd been moving around ever since Nagi and Jik woke up. It was a training where she dodged Finia's magic and slashed magic balls made of light magic with her sword. Finia employed a low level light magic in her attacks which only capable of blowing off Lulu, and the targets Lulu slashed at were nothing more than glowing magic balls, with no offensive power whatsoever. However, appearance wise it was hard to distinguish the attack light magic and the target light magic from each other. Moreover, not only were they numerous, their attack speed was also fast. So it was necessary to possess an ability to determine whether it was a target or an attack in an instant and then accurately slashed only the target. However, Lulu kept on moving around. She perceived each and every looming ball of light in and instant, dodged or slashed, and then kept on repeating that as long as her stamina still let her to. Be it in Hero Nagi's or from Jik's perspective, her movement was both beautiful and full of overwhelming spirit. What's more, the most frightening part was that they couldn't see the limit of her potentials. With each swing of her sword, it felt as though her movement was being polished by whittling down any excessive part. Perhaps if she were to fight one on one against Nagi, Nagi would win, but it would still be a pretty close match. That showed just how strong her desire to become strong was, and how tremendous her overflowing talent was. "... That girl is awesome..." "Yeah, in a different sense than you, she's without a doubt a genius... but I think she's pushing herself too hard there... I just hope she doesn't hurt herself." "... you're right." After that, Lulu and Finia's training continued for an hour until Cecil and Silphy woke up. And here was their current status. Name : Serizawa Nagi Gender : Male Lv. 72(|12UP) Strength : 12030 Stamina : 13400 Resistance : 310:STOP! Agility : 13800 Magic Power : 6780 Title :{Hero} Skill :{Sword Art Lv.7} {Body Strenghtening Lv.6} {Swift} {Intimidation} {Magic Control Lv.3} {Natural Gift} {Intuition Lv.4} {Fortitude} {Mind's Eye Lv.3} {Concealment Lv.3} {Enemy Search Lv.3} {All Seeing Lv.3} Unique skill :{Ray of Hope} Name : Lulu Soleil Gender : Female Lv. 47(|34UP) Strength : 6890 Stamina : 10340 Resistance : 100:STOP! Agility : 7950 Magic Power : 5670 Name : Finia Gender : Female Lv. 57(|30UP) Strength : 5640 Stamina : 7890 Resistance : 300:STOP! Agility : 8020 Magic Power : 19800 Those guys, and those girls, were getting stronger at a faster rate than Kitsune had expected. Right now, even that Lulu had obtained prowess which rivaled even that of the Hero. Currently both of their statuses and levels weren't growing as fast as before, however they had yet to reach the limit of their stats. With only sheer desire to get stronger, they'd dragged themselves to their current selves. Both Finia and Lulu were getting stronger. Moreover, if they worked together, it was possible for them to easily defeat low class demon. "Are you alright, Lulu-chan?" "Haa...! Haa...! I'm, fine... desu!" Finia was worried about the exhausted Lulu. As Finia possessed magic recovery skill, even if she kept on firing magic, she could easily recover after a while. And since she didn't move that much, her stamina was barely exhausted. She wasn't so much tired as Lulu, who was constantly moving around. "You mustn't push yourself too hard... Kitsune-san will be worried about you, you know?" "... Yes... but, I have to get stronger... I, don't want to... see Kitsune-sama looks like that ever again-desu!" "... Lulu-chan, if Kitsune-san were to see you as you're right now, I'm sure he'll be sad, you know?" "... I'm sorry, I'm going to wash my face for a bit...." However, Lulu had slightly changed. She was unable to forget Kitsune's face when she was taken by the Hero, so as though to shake off that memory, she had been pursuing nothing but strength. To make sure that Lulu didn't fall apart, Finia had more or less held herself back during their training, however, Lulu still often had secret training by herself behind Finia's back. The current Lulu, even from Finia's perspective... she was in a very precarious state.
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ใƒซใƒซใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใก ใ•ใฆใ€ๅฎฟใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใŒ้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๆฅใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŸใ ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅƒ•ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅคฑๆœ›ใ—ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎไบบใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ๅฅด้šทใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œ้›ฃใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ€Ÿใ‚Šใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ๅˆ†ใซใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅˆ†ใฎๅฎฟๆณŠ่ฒปใ‚’ๆ‰•ใ‚ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ญใƒผใ ใญใ€‚้ฃŸ่ฒปใฏๅ‡บใ•ใชใ„ใจ้ง„็›ฎใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธŠใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€‚ใƒ‰ใ‚ขใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไธญใธใจ่ฟŽใˆๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅ–‹ใ‚‰ใšๅคงไบบใ—ใๅƒ•ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็ด ็›ดใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆ€ฏใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ ใ‚ใ†? ใพใๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆใฏๅƒ•ใŒไธปไบบใจใชใ‚‹่จณใ ใ—ใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใฎไบบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๅนพๅˆ†่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚็„กใใฏใชใ„ใ€ๆ€–ใŒใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๅฝ“็„ถใชใฎใ‹ใช? ใ€Œใ•ใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅฅด้šทใจใชใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใพใšใฏๅฎˆใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„็ด„ๆŸใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใใ†ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใ†ใซๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆๅฟƒใซๆฑบใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใƒซใƒผใƒซใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆ้Žใ”ใ•ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ๅซŒใชใ“ใจใฏๅซŒใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€้ฃŸในใ‚‹็‰ฉใ‚‚ๅฏใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜็”ŸๆดปๅŸบๆบ–ใง้Žใ”ใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใใพใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅ็›ฎใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅนผใ„ๅญไพ›ใซใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใกใชๆšด่กŒใ‚„ๅคœไผฝใ‚’ๅ‘ฝใ˜ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€็ท’ใซๆšฎใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ด„ๆŸ......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ€ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ฝไปคใซๅพ“ใ‚ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซ่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ่žใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅซŒใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏๆ•™ใˆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใˆ......?ใ€ ไธๅฎ‰ใ’ใช่กจๆƒ…ใง่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็„กๅฃใชๅญใ ใชใใ€็œผใซๆดปๅŠ›ใŒ็„กใ„ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆๆญปใซใใ†ใช้ก”ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚้ซชใ‚‚ใŸใ ไผธใฐใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใง็„ก้€ ไฝœใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ—ใ€่‚Œใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใ„ๆ„ๅ‘ณใง็™ฝใ„ใ—ใ€่‚‰ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใปใฉ็ดฐใ„ใ€‚ๆฏ”ๅ–ฉใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ‚‚ๆญปใฌใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ“ใฎๅญ? ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒซใฏๅฎˆใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ„ใ€ใ”ไธปไบบๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œใใฎๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใฏใƒกใ‚คใƒ‰ๆœใ‚’็€ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใˆใ€ ใ€Œใ”......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ใชใ•ใ„......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใงใ‚‚ใปใ‚‰ใ”ไธปไบบๆง˜ใฃใฆใƒกใ‚คใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ“ใฏ่ญฒใ‚Œใชใ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฑžๆ€งใฃใฆใƒกใ‚คใƒ‰ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏ็Šฌ่€ณใฃๅจ˜ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„็ขบใ‹ใซ็Šฌ่€ณใซๅŠ ใˆใฆใƒกใ‚คใƒ‰ๆœใ‚’็€ใŸๅนผๅฅณใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ๅ‡„ใใƒใ‚คใƒณใƒˆ้ซ˜ใ„ใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใฏๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ ใ—โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ“ใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ‹......? ๅ›ณใ‚‰ใšใ‚‚่Œใˆ่ข–ใช่จณใ ใ—ใ€ใถใ‹ใถใ‹ใชๆœใ‚’็€ใฆใ‚‹ๅนผๅฅณใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ไธ€้ƒจใฎๅคงใใชใŠๅ‹้”ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒ......?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ่ฉฑใŒๅค–ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ! ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ไบบใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใŠใฃใจใ€่Œใˆใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่€ƒๅฏŸใฏๅนพใคใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚ๆ˜”ๅ›ณๆ›ธ้คจใซ้€šใฃใฆใŸ้ ƒใชใ‚“ใฆใ€่ชฐใ‹ใŒ็ฝฎใ„ใฆ่กŒใฃใŸ่Œใˆๆผซ็”ปใจใ‹ใ‚จใƒญใ„ๅฐ่ชฌใจใ‹ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€ง็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใซใฏไบ‹ๆฌ ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใญใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็‰ฉๅ‡„ใ„ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚ใจใใพใ™ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ๆณจๆ„ใ‚’้ ‚ใ„ใŸใ“ใจใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใซใ‹ใใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ€ใŸใพใซใŠ่ฉฑใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๅๅˆ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใฏใ”้ฃฏใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ๆ™ฉๅพก้ฃฏใ ใ—ใ€‚ใŠใ„ใงใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ่ฉฑใฏ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๆ™ฉๅพก้ฃฏใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹็‚บใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใฎๅญใฏ่จ€่‘‰ใฎ็›ดๅ‰ใซๅฐ‘ใ—้–“ใ‚’็ฝฎใใ‹ใช......ใพใไธ€็ท’ใซ้Žใ”ใ™ๅ†…ใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคๅฟƒใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ—ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใค้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใ„ใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚Šใ‚‹ใจใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆ—ฆ้‚ฃใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆฟๅ‰ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€็”ทไธ€ไบบใง้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใพใ•ใ‹ใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใŒๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œๅฟ…่ฆใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ๆง˜ใซใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œๅฝ“็„ถใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใฎๅญใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰......็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใ€้จŽๅฃซใซ็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅ„ชใ—ใ„ไบบใ ใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅๅˆใ‚ใฆไผšใฃใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงๆ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๅ„ชใ—ใใชใ„ใจๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅฎฟใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใง่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใชใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ„ใ„ใ€ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใจใ„ใ„ใ€่‰ฏใ„ไบบใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ•ใฆใŠใใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎใ”้ฃฏใฏ้‡Ž่œใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใซใƒ‘ใƒณใจ้ญ”็ฃ่‚‰ใฎใƒใƒณใƒใƒผใ‚ฐ็š„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ‚‚็ตŒใฆใฐ้ญ”็ฃ่‚‰ใซใ‚‚ๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ€ๅฐใ•ใใ„ใŸใ ใใพใ™ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ? ใŠใชใ‹ๆธ›ใฃใฆใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ…จใๆ–™็†ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅซŒใ„ใชใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใˆใฐใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใƒใƒฉใƒใƒฉใจๅƒ•ใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’็ชบใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ้ฃŸใน็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใŒ่จฑๅฏใ—ใชใ„ใจ้ฃŸในใชใ„? ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใพใงๅฅด้šทๆ นๆ€งใ ใ“ใฎๅญใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œ!ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€่‹ฅๅนฒ่บŠ่บ‡ใ—ใŸใŒใƒใƒณใƒใƒผใ‚ฐใซ้ฝงใ‚Šไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใซ้ ฌๅผตใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅฃๅ…ƒใซใฏ็‰น่ฃฝใ‚ฝใƒผใ‚นใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ˆใฃใฝใฉ้ฃŸไบ‹ใŒไน…ใ€…ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸๆ–™็†ใŒไน…ใ€…ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใซ้ฃŸในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅ’Œใ‚€ใญใ€‚ๅ’Œใ‚€ๅ’Œใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‘ใปใฃ......ใ‘ใปใ‘ใปใฃ......!ใ€ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚€ใ›ใŸใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ„ใใชใ‚Šใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใ—ใŸๆ–™็†ใ‚’้ฃŸในใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่ƒƒใŒใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใฆใฆ้ฃŸในใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใตใ‚‚ใตใ‚‚......ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ้ ทใ„ใฆใ€ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Š้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅญไพ›ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใญใ€็Šฌ่€ณ็”Ÿใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใฏๅƒ•้”ไบบ้–“ใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚‚ใฎใงๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใฃใฆใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ—ใญใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใ‚ใ„ใ‚่€ƒใˆใชใ„ใจใญใ‡ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆœใจใ‹็—ฉใ›็ดฐใฃใŸ่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใค่‚‰ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ใ‚ใจใฏ......ๆˆฆใ†ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ไป˜ใ‘ใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅผทใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใจๅฏพๅณ™ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ่ฉฆใ—ใซใ€ไปŠใฎใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv1 ใ€Š่กฐๅผฑใ€‹ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:80/150 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:40/100 ่€ๆ€ง:10/50 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:100 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Žๅฅด้šทใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใชใ— ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:??? PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ) โ—‡ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€่กฐๅผฑใ—ใฆใฆๅ…จใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒๅŸบ็คŽ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚ˆใ‚ŠใšใฃใจไฝŽไธ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€Š่กฐๅผฑใ€‹ใ‚‚็Šถๆ…‹็•ฐๅธธใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ‚Šใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใฎใฏๅŸบ็คŽ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใ ใ€‚็ฃไบบๆ—ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ไปŠใฏ่กฐๅผฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉไธ‡ๅ…จใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใงๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€่‰ฏใ„่ฒทใ„็‰ฉใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„ใงใ‚‚่€ๆ€งใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใŒไธŠใ ใญใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใฎๆ™‚ๅƒ•100ใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ๅˆฅใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใฎๅญไพ›ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆๆ‚”ใ—ใ„่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฏ่€ๆ€งใ•ใˆไธŠใŒใ‚Œใฐๅˆฅใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ—? ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆฌฒใ—ใใชใ„ใ—? ๅ…จ็„ถๆ‚”ใ—ใใชใ‚“ใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‘ใทใฃ......ใ€ ใ€Œ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ฃŸใน็ต‚ใˆใŸใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๅ‚™ใˆไป˜ใ‘ใฎๅธƒๅทพใงๅฃใ‚’ๆ‹ญใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ™ใใฃใŸใใ†ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ”้ฃฏใ‚’้ฃŸในใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚‚ๅฟƒใชใ—ใ‹ๆดปๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸๆง˜ใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏไผ‘ๆฏใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ„ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ็งใ‚‚ใŠ่‚‰้ฃŸในใŸใ„ใชใ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆไธ€ๆฌ ็‰‡ๆฎ‹ใ—ใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใปใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผใ„! ใ‚€ใใ‚€ใ......ใ€ ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ”้ฃฏใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ็พจใพใ—ใใ†ใซใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅคšใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่ฉฆใ—ใซๅˆ†ใ‘ไธŽใˆใฆใฟใŸ้š›ใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใซ้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅˆ†ใ‘ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใŒๅฐใ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ๆฌ ็‰‡ใงๆธˆใ‚€ใ—ใ€็‡ƒ่ฒปใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใญใ€‚ ้ฃŸใน็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸ็šฟใ‚’่ฟ”ๅดๅฃใซๆˆปใ—ใฆใ€้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใใจใ€็ด ็›ดใซ็™ปใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใ€ๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใพใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆ‚ชใๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‘ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญ! ่จ“็ทดใ—ใฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰่กŒใฃใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใซ่กŒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงๅƒ•ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅฏใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๆ—ฉใ„ใ‚ˆ!? ใ”้ฃฏใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใ™ใใซๅฏใ‚‹ใจๅคชใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฃใฏใ€่žใ„ใกใ‚ƒใ„ใชใ„ใญ!ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ‰‹ๆŒ็„กๆฒ™ๆฑฐใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใŠใ„ใงใจ่จ€ใ†ใจ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ไฟฏใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๅ„ชใ—ใๆ’ซใงใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่‚ฉใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆ’ซใงใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใจๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใ•ใใ†ใซ็œผใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใพใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎๅพŒใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็œ ใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไธก่„‡ใซๅฏใ‹ใ›ใฆๅฐใฎๅญ—ใซใชใฃใฆๅฏใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅฐๆŸ„ใ ใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใ ใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅญไพ›ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐใฎๅญ—ใซใฏใชใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใพใใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใชใ•ใ„ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๆ™‚ๅˆปใฏๆทฑๅคœใ€‚ ไธปไบบ้”ใฏใ™ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šๅฏ้™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไธญใ€ไธปไบบใฎๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใงๅŒใ˜ๆง˜ใซๆจชใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็งใฏ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‹ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ตทใไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€็ฃไบบ็‰นๆœ‰ใฎๅคœ็œผใ‚’็”Ÿใ‹ใ—ใฆไธปไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ€ใ“ใฎไบบใฏ......ใ€ ็–‘ๅ•ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็งใฏใŸใฃใŸๆ•ฐๆ™‚้–“ๅ‰ใพใงๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใฎๅ–ถใ‚€ๅบ—ใฎไธญใงใ€ๆชปใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆๅ•†ๅ“ใซใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใฎๆฑšใ„ๆœใ‚’็€ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹้ฃŸใน็‰ฉใ‚‚ใƒ‘ใƒณใจๅ‘ณใฎ่–„ใ„้‡Ž่œใ‚นใƒผใƒ—ไฝใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‘ใฐ่…•ใ‚„่„šใฏ็—ฉใ›็ดฐใฃใฆใ€ๆฏŽๆ—ฅ็ฉบ่…นใจๅญค็‹ฌใซ่‹ฆใ—ใ‚€็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒ่จชใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฒทใ†ไบบ้–“ใŒใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใฎไบบ้–“ใฏใ€ๆชปใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅŒใ˜ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆๅฃฒใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅคงไบบใฎไบบใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€ใ€Ž่ฒทใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€็ขŒใช็”Ÿๆดปใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€ใจใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใฏๆœฌๆฅไธปไบบใซไฝฟใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€่™ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๅ‰ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธปไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆ™‚ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒณใฏใ“ใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒ็งใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ไบบใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ๅฅด้šทใฏ่ฒทใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ๅฅด้šทใฏไธปไบบใซ้€†ใ‚‰ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ๅ…จ้ข็š„ใซ็ฆๆญขใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅๆŠ—ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ้ฆ–่ผชใŒ็ท ใพใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธปไบบใŒใใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆธกใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€็งใฏใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใง็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไธปไบบใฏใ€้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ็€ใฆใ„ใŸๆœใ‚’็€ใ›ใฆใใŸใ€‚้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‹ใจๆ€ใˆใฐใใ‚“ใช็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅๅ‰ใ‚’่žใ‹ใ‚Œใฆ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ‚‰ใ€่‰ฏใ„ๅๅ‰ใ ใจ่ค’ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไธ€็•ช้ฉšใ„ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใŒใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใ€ๅฅด้šทใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธปไบบใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚้…ทใ„ไธปไบบใ ใจๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๆญฆๅ™จใฎ่ฉฆใ—ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใฎ็‚บใซๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใงใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏ็งใซใจใฃใฆๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็พๅฎŸใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎไธปไบบใฎไฝใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๅฎฟใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๆฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใˆใฐใ€ๆ›ดใซ้ฉšใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ไธ€็žฌใ€่žใ้•ใˆใŸใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’่žใ‹ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅฅด้šทใซ่จ€ใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐไฝ•ๆ•…่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏ่ฒทใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅ‘ฝไปคใ•ใ‚Œใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ไพกๅ€คใŒ็„กใ„ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅ‘ฝไปคใชใ‚‰ใฐใจๆ€ใฃใฆไบ†ๆ‰ฟใ—ใ€ใ€Žใ”ไธปไบบๆง˜ใ€ใจๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใƒกใ‚คใƒ‰ใŒใฉใ†ใฎใจใ‹็Šฌ่€ณใฃๅจ˜ใŒใฉใ†ใฎใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€็งใซใฏ่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€ไธปไบบใŒๆ€’ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐๅ‘ผใฐใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฟƒใซๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ไธปไบบใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฒทใˆใฐใฉใ‚“ใช็›ฎใซ้ญใ‚ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎๅพŒใ€ไธปไบบใฏๆ›ดใซ้ฉšใๆง˜ใช่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚ใ†ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใพใŸไธปไบบใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚ŠใŸใ€‚ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซ็€ใใจใ€ไธปไบบใจ็งใฎๅ‰ใซๅŒใ˜้ฃŸไบ‹ใŒ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎๆ™‚็‚นใง็งใฏๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆไธปไบบใจๅŒใ˜้ฃŸไบ‹ใŒ็งใซใ‚‚ไธŽใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆไธปไบบใจๅŒใ˜ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซๅบงใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใฏๅฅด้šทใ€‚ไธปไบบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ…ˆใซ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ้ฃŸไบ‹ใฏใจใฆใ‚‚็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใใ†ใชๅŒ‚ใ„ใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€็ฉบ่…นๆ„Ÿใ‚’่ช˜ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใฏๅพ—ๆ„ใ ใ€ๆฏŽๆ—ฅๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ€ใใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็”ŸใใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไธปไบบใฏใใ‚“ใช็งใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚้ฃŸในใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ“ใฎไบบใฏๅฅด้šทใฎ็งใซใ“ใ‚“ใชใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ—ขใซ็ฉบ่…นใฎ้™็•Œใ ใฃใŸ็งใฏๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‘ใฐ้ฃŸไบ‹ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅฃใซๅบƒใŒใ‚‹ๆ–™็†ใฎๅ‘ณใจใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไฝ•ๆ™‚ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„็จ‹ไน…ใ€…ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ๆบ€ใŸใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ็งใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‹ขใ„ใŒไฝ™ใฃใฆใ‚€ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใŒใ€ไธปไบบใฏๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใชใŒใ‚‰็งใฎๅฃๅ…ƒใ‚’ๆ‹ญใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่ฝใกไป˜ใ„ใฆ้ฃŸในใ‚ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Š้ฃŸในใŸใŒใ€ไธปไบบใฏใ‚ใฎๅฅด้šทๅ•†ไบบใฎไบบใฎๆง˜ใซ้€”ไธญใง้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฅชใ„ๅ–ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ้ฃŸใน็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใจ่žใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ€็งใฏใƒใƒƒใจใชใฃใฆ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใจ็ญ”ใˆใฆใŠ็คผใ‚’่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚็งใฏๅฅด้šทใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅผใˆใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๅ„ชใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅคœใ ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅคœไผฝใ‚’ๅ‘ฝใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†็ตŒ้จ“ใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆ่ฒทใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใใ‚Œใซๅฟœใˆใชใ„ใจใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅ†…ๅฟƒๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไธปไบบใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธŠใ‚Šใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ„ใคๅ‘ฝใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจใใ‚ใใ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ไธปไบบใฏ็งใ‚’ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใคใ„ใซๆฅใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆไฟฏใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ€ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใ„ๆ‰‹ไป˜ใใŒๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใใฆใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆ’ซใงใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŒใพใพใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ไธปไบบใฏ็งใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้šฃใซๅฏใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใพใพ็œ ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ€ไปŠใซ่‡ณใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใง......ใ€ ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚‚ไป˜ใ‘ใšใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ็„ก้˜ฒๅ‚™ใซ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไธปไบบใ€‚ไปŠใชใ‚‰ใฐไธปไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ—ใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใฃใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฆ–่ผชใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€็งใจไธปไบบใฎ้–“ใซๅผทๅˆถๅŠ›ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ไธปๅพ“ๅฅ‘็ด„ใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใฎไบบใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ็„ก้˜ฒๅ‚™ใซๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅ…จใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ็งใฏๆ‰‰ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใชใ•ใ„......ใ€ ็งใฏใ“ใฎไธปไบบใซไป˜ใๅพ“ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ€ใ„ใ„ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
Lulu's Feeling Well then, I've returned to the inn but, Ayla-san didn't say anything when she saw me brought Lulu along. She was just looking at me with a slightly disappointed face but, as I thought, from this world's residents' perspective, seems like slave was an existence which a bit hard to accept. Nonetheless, I'm lucky since a part of my rented room could also be used for Lulu's lodging without paying any extra fee but, unfortunately that was excluding food. Climbed up the stair, we finally arrived at my room. I opened the door and urged Lulu-chan to enter it. Since just now she was just obediently following me without saying anything but, rather than obedient it felt as if she was frightened. Why? Well, since as a slave I was her master, and the majority of people were probably normally persecuting them, so it won't be strange for her to be frightened right? "Then, Lulu-chan. From now on you are becoming my slave but." "Firstly, there's a promise I want you to keep." Right, there was something I've decided when I bought Lulu-chan as my slave. That was, she didn't need to act like a slave. If there's something she dislike, I want her to say it, whether about food, or staying place. I want her to live at similar livelihood like me. At least, that is what I want to say to appeal her. Also, I don't even have any intention to assault nor ask for night service from a child like her. Since we are going to live together, I don't want her to dislike me after all. "Promise...." "Yes, it's okay for you to disobey my order. Well, basically I still want you to listen to what I say but, you don't need to do it if you think you don't want to, if there's something you're unable to, I'll teach you, I don't have any intention to ask for something you can't do either." "... Eh...?" Lulu-chan looks very restless. Somehow she looks like a taciturn kid right? With her eyes which lack any vitality, her pale face looks like a dead person. Her hair seems like just grow long naturally, her skin is also white at bad meaning, her body is so thin as if she has no weight. Not a metaphor but isn't this child literally going to dead? Nevertheless, I have to protect Lulu-chan. "Understand?" "...Yes, Mester." "Please use that way of calling after you put on a maid outfit." "I am... very, sorry...." "Ah, sorry, that isn't what I mean, but look! Master is a maid way of calling or rather, that is something I won't yield or rather, since Lulu-chan's property rather than a maid is a dog eared girl after all. No, a dog eared girl who wear a maid outfit would indeed make a very high point but, right now you are wearing my school uniform... no, isn't it good in its own way...? The sleeves are unexpectedly too long for you, a little girl who wear a baggy cloth is also cute...?" "Kitsune-san! The conversation goes astray! You turn into a disgusting person!" Oops, since enquiring about moe is something enjoyable no matter how many times you do it so it can't be helped right? Sometimes ago, when I visited a library, there was someone who put a moe manga and erotic novel, so my knowledge about that field wouldn't be lacking after all. But since Lulu-chan looks very bewildered, let's stop it. I even received a caution from Finia-chan after all. "Anyway, from now on Lulu-chan is going to live together with me, it's good as long as you could become my chatting partner sometimes." "...I understand." "Good, then how about we go fetch some food now, it's almost dinner time after all. Let's go, Lulu-chan." Since our chat have finished, I lead Lulu-chan by hand to get our dinner. Why did this girl always had a brief pause before she said anything...? Well, it would be good if at the time we live together she would open up her heart little by little. Finia-chan is also together with us, let's do our best little by little. When we descend the stair, we are welcomed by food's fragrance, it seems Ayla-san's husband is a chef, and it seems he cooks the food by himself. "Thanks Ayla-san." "I never thought that you would bought a slave you know?" "Well, it is necessary after all, I won't do anything bad." "That is a matter of course, if you persecute this child... even if we're acquaintance, I'm still going to hand you over to the knight after all." As I thought, Ayla-san is a good person. Even to Lulu-chan who she just met today, she still kindly thought of her to this point. I'm really lucky renting a room at this inn. Rishe-chan, and also Ayla-san, they're all good peoples. Aside from that, today's dinner is vegetable soup with bread and a magical beast's meat hamburger-like thing. Since a week is already elapsed, I'm already used to magical beast's meat. After joining my hands and saying Ittadakimasu softly, I started with the soup. Yup, delicious. "What's up? Are you not hungry?" "...no." When I glance at her, she hasn't even touched the food. I think perhaps she dislike it but, since she always staring at it so it seems that isn't the case. She always glances a peek at my state. Could it be, she was waiting for me to finish my meal? Or perhaps she won't eat unless I give her permission? Just how far this child would act like a slave. "!" After I said that, with somehow hesitant, she bite the hamburger. Since she is stuffing her mouth while looks like it's very delicious, there is sauce sticking at her lips. I don't know whether because it has been a while since her last meal, or perhaps it had been a while since her last proper meal but, I feel calm looking at her who eat it very delightfully. Calm, calm. "Cough... cough...!" When I think so, Lulu-chan is choked. Does her body perhaps is surprised to suddenly receiving a strong food? "Since there's still many of it, you don't need to eat it in hurry you know." "...munch munch...." Nodding to my word, she eats it slowly. Yup yup, it felt as if I have a child, she has dog ear though. But well, I could understand that it's okay for her to eat similar food like human do, so it's good. And above all she is cute after all. I should think about various thing from now on, like Lulu-chan's clothes, and I also should supplying meat to her thin body little by little. And also... whether I could add her as my fighting force or not. Since to be together with me, than means she also would confront the same opponent with me after all. Let's check it out, let's check how Lulu-chan's statuses right now. *Status* Name : Lulu Soleil Gender : Female Lv. 1<<Wakened>> Strength : 80/150 Stamina : 40/100 Resistance : 10/50 Magic Power : 100 Title :{Slave} Skill : None Inherent skill : ??? PT Member : Naginata Kitsune, Finia (Fairy) * It seems like she doesn't have any skill but, it seems weakened is causing her whole statuses are decreased lower from her initial status. Or rather, it seems<<Wakened>> is also categorized as abnormal status right. But, the more surprising is her high initial statuses. Whether it is because she is a demi-human, right now she is at weakened state but at her perfect state, her status would be higher than mine. To has this high status with just at level 1, perhaps she was a good bought. But wait, my resistance is higher than hers. Even at level 1, my resistance was 100 after all. No, it isn't like I'm vexed to lose to a level 1 child you know, right. Since I would be glad as long as I could increase my resistance after all. It isn't like I want offensive power after all. So I'm not vexed at all. "Hmm...." "Was it delicious?" Looking at Lulu-chan who just finished her meal, I wipe her mouth with the dish-cloth which is provided at the table. She looks tickled but, whether it is because she has ate, her dead looking expression is somehow looks like regaining its vitality. "Okay, now then let's return and relaxing at our room at ease. Since Lulu-chan needs much rest after all." "...Yes, thank you very much." "Kitsune-san! I also want to eat meat!" "So I thought, so I've left a portion of it. Look." "Hooray! Munchmunch...." Since recently Finia-chan was looked like very envious to me whenever I eat my meal, I tried to give her a try, and since she was looked very delighted, I always split a part of my meal like this. Since the size is small compared to human portion, so her fuel consumption is good. After finished eating it, I returned the plate and then ascending the stair. Being led by hand, Lulu-chan obediently ascend it. "Then, come in." While leading Lulu-chan to enter the room, I'm pondering about what should I do from tomorrow onward. But well, since Finia-chan also don't think about Lulu-chan badly either, and Lulu-chan even while looks like bewildered but somehow she seems like would still life through. "Then... today is sure tiring right?" "You're right! Since we have practiced, visiting guild, and also bought Lulu-chan after all, right!" "And that's why, now I'm going to sleep." "Too early!? You will grow fat if you immediately sleep after you ate you know!?" "Good night." "Ah, you aren't listening to me!" Since I'm lying down while holding Lulu-chan's hand, our body is close. I think perhaps she is angry and hung her head down so I gently caress her head. Her shoulder is jolted in surprise but, after caressed her hair for a while, while looked very pleased she closed her eyes, so charming. After that, since I become really sleepy, I lied down with Finia-chan and Lulu-chan at my both side, somehow we become similar like Xiao character. But since I have a small build, Finia-chan is a mini size, and Lulu-chan is still a child so we couldn't perfectly resemble Xiao character though. Well, more importantly, good night. * * * Late at night. I am woke up while lying down at the same bed where master is quietly sleeping at. I get up without being noticed, and with demi-human's characteristic night eyes, I could clearly see master. "...why, this person...." It is so doubtful. Just a few hours ago, I was put inside a cage in a slave shop. As a slave I was a commerce commodity. Wore a tattered and dirty cloth, and the given food were at most bread and lightly seasoned soup. Without I notice it, my arms and legs were becoming very thin, and I live my daily life while being accompanied by loneliness and hunger. But, today my livelihood was changed. Because there was someone who bought me. And that someone, pulled me out from that cage. But, an adult who similarly a slave like me said it when I was bought,"Even if you're bought, you won't live a satisfactory life." A slave was originally an existence which was used by their master, an existence which obviously being persecuted. That was why I had prepared myself. That was why, this was my thought when I saw my master. "Ah, so this is the person who will persecute me." When a slave was bought, a "Slavery Choker" would be attached to them. When it was attached to them, the slave would be completely unable to disobey their master. If they disobey their master, the choker would be tightened. That was why, when my master was receiving that choker from the slave merchant, 'as I thought' or so I thought. But, from thereon I was always bewildered. My master who is sleeping before me, not just didn't attach the choker, he even gave me the cloth which he wore. I couldn't see any sign that he would attach that choker. When he heard my name, he praised me by said that it was a good name. And the most surprising thing was, he hold my hand. Normally, there was almost no master who would touch their slave. I even had heard that there was a time when a cruel master bought a slave just to testing out his new weapon, being kindly led by hand, that was very bewildering reality. Then, when I noticed that I was led to the inn he was lodging in, he said a more surprising words. For a moment, I thought that I misheard it. It's okay to disobey an order, as a slave I never thought that I would hear such a word. Then why did he bought me? Wasn't my existence's worth was only to obey his every order? Or so I thought. But, I accepted it as I consider it as an order, he was angry when I called him 'Master'. He said something about maid and dog eared, I didn't understand it but, if my master was angry then at my heart I decided to not calling him as such. I didn't what would happen if I provoked his anger. There, I thought that I should just calling him by his name and attaching sama but, I realized that I hadn't hear master's name yet. That way I had no way to calling him. But since I thought that asking his name would be impolite, I immediately went taciturn. After that, master took a more surprising act. To fetching up dinner, he led me by hand again and descending the stair. When we arrived at the table, there were a similar food being put before me and master. I was bewildered by that. Why did master gave me similar food like his? Why did I sat at the same table as my master? So I thought. But, I was a slave. I wasn't allowed to eat before master finished his meal. Since the food before me was emitting a very delicious fragrance, and I was also tempted by my hunger but, I endure it. Enduring was my speciality, since day by day, I live my daily life like that after all. But, master was said that to me. He said that it was okay to eat. I thought that why did this person was very kind to a slave like me but, since my endurance was already at its limit, without I noticed it, I had reached out to my food. Food's flavor which spread inside my mouth, this satisfying feeling which I didn't even remember how long since the last time I tasted it, I thought I had no regret to die there. Since I vigorously eat it I was choked but, master wiped my mouth while smiling. After being told to eat it calmly, thence I ate it slowly but, master was different from that slave merchant man who would snatch my food midway. After finished our dinner, I was asked whether it was delicious or not, after said it was delicious, I said my gratitude. Since I was a slave, I shouldn't forget my place. He had been treating me so kindly like that but, night had descended. Perhaps he might order me to do a night service. I had no experience at those field but, as a slave who had been bought, I should fulfill his order. Internally I was quite frightened but, I was led by hand by master and returned to the room. When I was restless about when he might order it, my master was calling out to me. And when I casted my eyes down and thought that it was the time, my head was caressed. I couldn't understand what happened, I was bewildered but, since his hand was gentle and that felt good, after being caressed for a while I closed my eyes. After that master was lying down next to me, and before long he slept without doing anything. "Why...." With the choker which didn't attached, and my master who defenselessly sleep like that. Now I would be able to kill my master, and I would be able to run away. Since as long as the choker isn't attached, there is no master and servant contract between me and master. But, why does this person sleep so defenselessly like this? I couldn't understand that at all. Looking at the door, I think to run away. But, looking to my sleeping master, I erase that thought. Even if I run away here, I have no means to live after that. Moreover, why did this person treat me so kindly? Did he treat a slave like his family? I want to know that. That is why. "Good night....." Perhaps, it won't be bad for me to follow this master, so I thought.
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ๅˆฐ็€ ่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผไบŒๆ—ฅ็›ฎใ€ใ“ใฎๆ—ฅใฏๅˆๆ—ฅใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆๅคšใใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒๅงฟใ‚’็พใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆฃฎใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ€ๅฒฉๅฑฑใฎๅคšใ„ๅฒฉ็Ÿณๅœฐๅธฏใ‚’้€šใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€่™ซ็ณปใงใฏใชใ็Œฟใ‚„็‹ผ็ญ‰ใฎๅ‹•็‰ฉ็ณปใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒๅคšใใ€ใใฎๅฑ้™บๅบฆใ‚‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ๅคšๅฐ‘ไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใใฎใปใจใ‚“ใฉใŒEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”็ฃใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅผทใ•ใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็•ฐๅธธใงใ€็พใ‚Œใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใŒๆ‚‰ใ็ˆ†ๆ•ฃใ—ใŸใ‚Š่‚‰็‰‡ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚Šใจใ€ๅฟซ้€ฒๆ’ƒใ‚’็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅพŒ่ก›ใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใใ€ๅพŒๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰็พใ‚Œใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏไธŠๆ‰‹ใๅฏพๅฟœใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใŒ้ญ”็ฃใฎๅฆจๅฎณใงๆญขใพใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆฐ—ใพใใ‚Œใซๅ‹•ใ„ใŸใ‚Šๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใงไบ‹่ถณใ‚Šใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ•้กŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ไปŠใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅพก่€…ใฎใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŒŸใ‚“ใ ๅ‘ใ“ใ†ๅดใซๅบงใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่‚ฉใฎไธŠใ ใ€‚ไธญ้–“ๅœฐ็‚นใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใ‹ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ฃ›่กŒ้€Ÿๅบฆใชใ‚‰ใ™ใใซๅพŒๆ–นใธใจ็งปๅ‹•ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‚ใซๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใพใงใฏใ‚ใจใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใญใ‡......ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๆ˜ผ้ ƒใซใฏไป˜ใใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ๅพก่€…ใฎใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใซ่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใพใงใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ™ใใใ“ใพใงๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ ้ญ”็ฃใฎๆ•ฐใ‚‚ๅคšใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๆธ›ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ใจ็€ใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใฟใชใฎใ‹ใทใ‚‰ใทใ‚‰ใจ่ถณใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใฆ้ผปๆญŒใ‚’ๆญŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…ใฃใฆใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชไบบใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“! ๆฅฝใ—ใฟ!ใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸไบบ้–“ใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใงใชใ„ใจๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰......ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚่ซฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚ŠใŒ็„กใใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใใ“ใ ใ‘ใŒไธๅฎ‰ใงใ€ใใ“ใ ใ‘ใŒ้‡่ฆใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’็ขบใ‹ใ‚ใซ่กŒใใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰้ ผใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไธ€ๆ—ฅ1ๅ›žใฃใฆ็ด„ๆŸใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฏใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซ่กŒใฃใฆไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใใ†่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใ‘ใ€‚ใพใ่จ€ใ†ๅฟ…่ฆใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅˆฅใซ้š ใ™ๆง˜ใชไบ‹ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ‹ๆœฌๅฝ“ใƒ ใ‚ซใคใใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใใ‚“ใช็ซ‹ๅ ดใงๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ€่‰ฒใ€…ๅ„ช้‡ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ๅญใซ็”ฒๆ–็”ฒๆ–ใ—ใไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’็„ผใ„ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ไฟก้ ผๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไปฒ้–“ใŒใ„ใŸใ‚Šใจใ‹ใ•ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆœ€ๅˆใซ้ญใฃใŸใฎ็™ฝ็†Šใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎ็‹ผใ ใœ? ใ“ใฎๅทฎใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็š†ใซไฟก้ ผใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅผทใใฆใ€ๆ ผๅฅฝ่‰ฏใใฆใ€ใ‹ใ‚ใ„ใ„ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใ‚‚ใƒขใƒ†ใฆใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„็‰ฉ้ฃŸในใฆๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ๅนธใ›่€…ใจใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใŠๅ‹้”ใซใชใ‚Šใซ่กŒใใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ•ใ„ใซใใ†่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใธใ‡~ใ€ใ†ใตใตใฃๅผทใใฆใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ‚ˆใใฆใ‹ใ‚ใ„ใ„ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใƒขใƒ†ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใฃโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใใฎๆ นๆ‹ ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฏๅผฑใ„ใ‘ใฉไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๅผทใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ„ใ„ใ—ใ€็งใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฏๆ„›ใ„ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใ‚‚ๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใปใ‚‰ใฃใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใงใ—ใ‚‡โ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใ......ๅƒ•ใ‚’ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ‚คใ‚คใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ›ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅฆๅฎšใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใจใ‹่จ€ใ†ใฎใฃใฆ......ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅผ•ใใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ„ใ„ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใ‚’ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ‚คใ‚คใจๆ€ใ†ใฎใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ•ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใจใ‹่จ€ใ†ใฎใฏใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ๆญฃ็›ดๅผ•ใใœใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚็ขบใ‹ใซๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใ‹ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใชใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅผทใ‹ใ•ใฏๅƒ•็š„ใซ่ฒทใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸๆ—…่กŒใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใใฃใ‹โ™ช ใพใใใคใญๅ›ใŒ่กŒใใชใ‚‰็งใ‚‚่กŒใใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ„ใ„ใ‚„โ™กใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใ“ใฎๆ€งๆ ผใฎใพใพไบบ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆ‹ๆ„›ใงไธ‰่ง’้–ขไฟ‚ใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๅ‹ๅˆฉใ‚’ๅŽใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใƒ€ใ‚คใƒฌใ‚ฏใƒˆใซใ‚ขใ‚ฟใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไธŠใซ็›ดๆŽฅๅ‘Š็™ฝใ™ใ‚‹ๅบฆ่ƒธใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใญใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅ‡„ใๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซ็€ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใญใ€‚่žใ„ใŸ้™ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใใ“ใฏๅฅด้šทใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰ฑใ„ใŒ้…ทใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏ้•ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใง่‰ฒใ€…่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ๅฅดใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅฅดใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚้‡Žๅ–ถใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใซๅ–ใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ—ใ‚‡ใ†......ๆ—ฅใŒๆšฎใ‚Œๅง‹ใ‚ใพใ—ใŸใ€ ่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผไบŒๆ—ฅ็›ฎใ€ใ“ใฎๆ—ฅใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใฎๅฑ้™บใ‚‚็„กใ้ŽใŽๅŽปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ็ฟŒๆ—ฅใ€่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผไธ‰ๆ—ฅ็›ฎใฎๆœใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใฏใพใŸๅ‡บ็™บๅ‰ใซไธ€ๅบฆ้›†ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ฏใˆใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‹็†ๆ€งใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆ›ฐใใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๆฎดใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‚ถ็ตถใ—ใฆๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใŸๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใฏใ€ๆฌก็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆ็†ๆ€งใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ›ใฏ็”ทๅฅณ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ่‚ก้–“ใ‚’ๅผทๆ‰“ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ•™่‚ฒ้–“้•ใˆใŸใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰ๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„ŸใŒใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Ž็›ดๆ„Ÿใ€ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒๅƒ•ใฎ่„ณๅ†…ใซๅฑ้™บใฎ่ญฆ้˜ใ‚’้ณดใ‚Š้Ÿฟใ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ๅฒฉ็Ÿณๅœฐๅธฏใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใ้€ฒใ‚“ใ ๆ‰€ใ€‚ๅฒฉๅฑฑใ‚‚ใชใใ€ใŸใ ใฎๅนณ้‡Žใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅซŒใชๆฐ—้…ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๅฐใ•ใชๆฐ—้…ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฎ่กŒใๅ…ˆใ‚’้ฎใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใ€ใ‹? 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Arrival The second day of guarding request, different from the first day, today there were many magical beasts appeared. Not a forest, we were passing through a rocky mountain with so many rocky area, the magical beasts that appeared there weren't insect type, but a numerous monkey-type and wolf-type magical beasts, the danger was gradually increasing the closer we got to Grandile Kingdom, mostly of it were E rank magical beasts. Nonetheless, Leila-chan and Finia-chan's ability were just as expected abnormal, shattering entirely any appeared magical beasts into pieces of meat, we could keep on steadily advancing. Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan as the rear guard also the same, having able to properly handle any appearing magical beasts at the rear side, the wagon didn't need to stop because of the attacks of magical beasts. Well, Leila-chan was moving and not moving according to her own whim, but since Finia-chan alone was practically sufficient enough to handle the appearing magical beasts, so there was no problem. Currently, Leila-chan is sitting across the coachman uncle, and Finia-chan is sitting atop my shoulder. Even if she isn't stationed at the center point, with her flying speed, Finia-chan could immediately move to the rear side, so she decides to come to my side. "How long till we arrive at Grandile Kingdom?" "Let's see... I think we would be able to arrive there around tomorrow noon." When I ask the coachman uncle, he says that we are already traveled far enough that we almost arrive at Grandile Kingdom. The number of the appearing magical beasts is also has considerably decreased, so we should be arriving there soon, right? "That hero, what kind of person is he, I wonder?" "Yup! Looking forward to it!" Hero, a person that similarly come from another world as me. There's a possibility that he may come from a completely different world that mine, but if I may hope then I think it would be good if he come from the same world as mine.... Perhaps, if you aren't a hero then you wouldn't be able to return to your former world, if that's the case... what should I do, I wonder? I have no intention of giving up, but I'd loss my clue that way. That sole part is uncertain, that sole part is important. I come here to ascertain it, after all. Today we have kissed, so even if you ask for it, I won't do it, you know? The promise was once a day, after all. "Why do you come to Grandile Kingdom, Kitsune-kun?" Leila-chan asks so. Ah, come to think of it, I've said that there's a hero there but I haven't told them what I'm going to do, didn't I? Well, it isn't something I have to tell her, but it also isn't something I need to conceal. Hero sure is irritating, right? Having summoned at such status, he must be has received many good treatment, right? Like, getting supported by a cute girl, having trusted comrades, and so on. When I first come to this world, I was welcomed by a bear-size wolf, you know? The hell with that difference? "I only come to slightly befriend a lucky person who is trusted by his comrades, strong, cool, popular among cute girls, and eat many delicious food, you see." So I answer Leila-chan as such. "He~, cool and popular among cute girls, just like you, Kitsune-kun." "The basis?" "You are weak but somehow are strong, you are cool, you are even loved by a cute girl like me, right? See, it's just like you, Kitsune-kun." "Uwaa... I have no intention on denying your word about calling me cool, but to call yourself cute is... a bit draw me aback, you know?" I never thought myself as someone cool, and it's completely up to her to think me as cool or anything, so I don't particularly mind about it. But, to call herself cute, just how narcissistic she could be? It honestly draws me aback. But, since she sure is cute so I can't deny it, though. As far as I'm concerned, I like such stubbornness, though. "Well, just think it as a trifle trip is good enough." "Hmm... I see, well, no matter where you go, Kitsune-kun, I'll go along with you, so it's fine." With such personality, if Leila-chan is just a normal human, even if she comes to a love triangle, I feel like she'd definitely win with an overwhelming victory. With a capability of doing such direct attacks and direct confession, why did she turn into 'Red Night', I wonder? What an utter shame. From what I've heard, seems like slave treatment there was pretty bad, after all. Perhaps the hero is different, but I feel like just having Lulu-chan around would lead people say many things about us. We have to be careful toward such people. "Hmm, let's start the camping preparation immediately... the day is starting to sink." The second day of guarding request, this day also passed without any significant danger. * * * The next day, the third day of guarding request, morning, we are gathered before continuing our journey again. Woman B floated a scared expression the moment she saw Leila-chan, but seems like she had somehow regained her sense. According to Rishe-chan, seems like Lulu-chan hit her crotch. In doing so, woman B fainted in agony, and the moment she woke up, she had somewhat regained her sense. Lulu-chan, you hit people's crotch without gender discrimination, huh. Did I perhaps have made a bit mistake at raising you, I wonder? Well, nevertheless, I feel a bad premonition ever since a moment ago. 'Intuition' skill is ringing a bell of danger inside my head. It isn't a rocky mountain but just a normal plain, but I feel a bad premonition form it. As expected its presence is paler compared to Leila-chan, but perhaps it's a magical beast with enough power to interrupt our journey, huh. "...Hm! This one seems delicious!" And then, the dazing Leila-chan suddenly opens her eyes wide. When I look at her while thinking what she's going to do, she's drooling while staring at a faraway place. I can see that she's eager to moves anytime. Seems like it's true that there's a magical beast approaching. There, the ground is gradually shaking. The sound of rumbling ground is echoing, and the wagons are stopped at once. And then, the shake is gradually grow stronger. "...in front, huh!" "Kitsune!" "Kitsune-sama!" The moment I ascertain that the location of this magical beast is at front, Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan come. Woman B is following behind them. Seems like she comes to help us after sensing the danger. The three of them have already wield their own weapons, and preparing to fight the magical beats. And then, the shake grow even stronger, and after a considerably loud sound of rumbling ground echoed, There's a slight silence. "--it's coming!" The moment I say so according to my 'intuition', the moment everyone put theirselves on guard-- --the ground explodes. The one appears from the exploding ground is, a giant earthworm. Several times larger than the wagon, very big that I think the length is about seven meters. Large enough to make me unable to see its head even when I look up at it, I think it's strong. There're no eyes at its head, and when it open its wide round mouth, I can see some dozens of sharp fang are appearing inside it. Earthworm, it has such impression, but with such features I think that name is a bit wrong. Worm, seems like that name is a bit more appropriate. "Status...." *Status* Name : Broken Worm Race : Earthworm-type magical beast Strength : 2500 Stamina : 5000 Resistance : 250 Agility : 7800 Magic Power : 0 * An upper class among D rank magical beasts. Agility-wise, it's comparable to C rank, I think. If it has more strength, perhaps it would even be capable on fighting against demon. "Broken worm...?! Why such monster is...!" Woman B says so in surprise. Perhaps she never thought that a D rank magical beast would appears here, right? Even I also thought so. However, There was the case when 'Red Night' once appeared inside a normal forest. So, with merely at such level, it won't surprise me at all. If it tries to block our way, then we'll simply crush and pass through it. The power to do that, we possess it. "Finia-chan and Leila-chan act as the main force, Lulu-chan and Rishe-chan support them when you see any opening, and the person there...." "!...." "If you have no intention on fighting then step back, if you want to do something then protect the wagons." Woman B is slightly stiffened at my gaze, I avert my gaze away from her after I gave her the minimum instruction. If the trauma given by Leila-chan makes her unable to fight then I honestly want her to stay away. Since it would be bad if the client get killed, so I stand before the wagon and activate "Eerie Constitution" toward the worm so that it won't come this way. If it runs away here then that's good in itself, but seems like this earthworm isn't running away. This skill, since it's supposed to turns the impression of me into that kind of fear, the earthworm doesn't come my way, but I feel like there's something different here... oops, focus, focus. And then, Leila-chan charges at a high speed, and Finia-chan shoots a fire magic from her rear. The shot fire lance hits the earthworm, it's weakening it while burning its flesh. And then, without giving a time to let the earthworm let out a scream, Leila-chan charges toward the earthworm while holding her miasma. When I'm pondering what she's going to do, the massive amount miasma is taking a form, and makes a giant guillotine. "Chokkin." Leila-chan puts the guillotine up high while smiling and then drops it while quietly says so. *Doom*, with such loud sound, the edge of the guillotine slice the earthworm's body in half. This time the earthworm lets out a shriek, and then it spits out some liquids from its gigantic mouth. The one at the end of the projecting liquid is Lulu-chan and Rishe-chan, but, avoiding that liquid, they approach the earthworm. And then, wielding their respective weapons, they slash at the earthworm. Perhaps since it has been cut into half, it can't raise its body, the earthworm that is crawling like hornworm, moves its body more violently after got cut again. The just got cut earthworm rolls its body and then chases after Rishe-chan to eat her, but its movement is stopped by Finia-chan. Blocking its path using fire magic, she gives Rishe-chan times to run away. Fighting against Leila-chan who is an S rank demon, there's an overwhelming difference in power between them, perhaps the earthworm sense it instinctively. It tries to run away toward the hole where it appeared from. "I won't let you!" However, not Leila-chan, Finia-chan is the one that doesn't allow it. Similarly like when we subjugated the spider before, along with tornado of fire, she attacks the earthworm directly. Advancing like a fire drill, a sound of air being burnt, and a fricative sound of the air, are thunderously reverberating. And then, the tornado of fire that flows in through its mouth is making shaving sounds while burning its flesh wherever Finia-chan flies to. As if a rotating blade of fire. As if leaving the tornado of fire inside the earthworm's body, Finia-chan flies out from it. The one remaining is, the meat of the earthworm that has been nicely roasted, a burnt smell, and heat from the burnt air. "Ahn... hm~, roasted meat also look appetizing." Or rather, I already aware that her miasma could be turned into an object, but it even able to be turned into a guillotine, too, huh... isn't that a bit too unfair? Also, if we inhale it then we'll get infected, right? It's virus, after all... as expected of an S rank, huh. "...too strong...." "Hm, you're right~... rather than a cooperation, it looks like they were simply attacking it the time they saw an opening, but... rather than a poor cooperation, attacking at their own pace is way more stronger, after all." "But... that white haired woman sure is a monster!? To kill and eat human is....!" Woman B floats a face that says impossible after seeing that battle. And then, she says so about Leila-chan at my word. You aren't wrong at all, she's a demon, a murderer, and also my stalker. "Yup, I also... hope I can do something about her, you know...." "...you also, um... have it rough, huh." Remembering it makes me want to cry. Dropping my shoulder, I sincerely say so, and woman B cheers me while floating a very awkward expression. Like really, why always me? Why must I always be the one who go through such unpleasant thing? What kind of sin I've made before that make me deserve to experience all of it. But, well, it's already too late, I think. "With that, the subjugation of that earthworm has over, so... let's continue." Removing the flesh of the earthworm using Leila-chan's miasma, the wagons start moving again. The slave trades seems like were surprised by the appearance of the earthworm, but seems like they've become considerable in relief after knowing our prowess. Seems like some sense of relief has born inside their mind. And then, after that the wagons advancing again for a while, and slightly past noon, we finally arrive at Grandile Kingdom.
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ใ€Œ......็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่ปข็”Ÿใ€ใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชๅฑ•้–‹ใ ใ‚ˆใฐใฃใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใƒผใฎ?ใ€ ใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใชใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใˆใชใ„ใ‚ใ‚Šใˆใชใ„ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅฑ•้–‹ใŒ่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ฏใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใฎไธ–็•Œใ ใ‘ใ ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏไธญไบŒ็—…ใฎๅฆ„ๆƒณใ‹ใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใฏๅˆฅใฎๅ›ฝใซไฝ•ใ‚‰ใ‹ใฎๅฝขใงๆ”พใ‚Šๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใงใ€็ดๅพ—ใ—ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ใฃใฆใƒžใ‚ธใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใคใ„ใ•ใฃใ็ดๅพ—ใ—ใŸใฎใซใ€ไธ€็žฌใงใถใฃๅฃŠใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใœใ“ใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ€‚ๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใใ“ใซใฏ็ฃใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„็ฃใฃใคใƒผใ‹ใ€ๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏ้ป’ใ„ๆฏ›ไธฆใฟใฎ็‹ผใฃใฝใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใฏ็™ฝ็†Šใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ€‚่ก€่ตฐใฃใŸ็œŸใฃ่ตคใช็žณใซใ€ๅ”ธใ‚Šๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹้‹ญใๅคงใใช็‰™ใ€ใใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆ™ฎ้€šใฎ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใงใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใˆใชใ„ใ“ใจใซโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰็‚Žใ‚’ๆบขใ‚Œใ ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œๆฑบๅฎšใ ใญใ€ ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ฉšใใปใฉใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชใฎๆ™ฎๆฎตใ‚„ใฃใฆใŸๅฆ„ๆƒณใฎไธญใงใ„ใคใ‚‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆดป่บใ—ใฆใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใพใใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ็™ปๅ ดใ™ใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ......่ชใ‚ใ–ใ‚‹ใ‚’ๅพ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใช็Šถๆณใ€ใ“ใ“ใพใงๆƒใฃใŸ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎ่ฆ็ด ใ€ๅฆๅฎšๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ฐใƒซใƒซใƒซใƒซ.........!ใ€ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅฝ“้ขใฎ็›ฎๆจ™ใจใ—ใฆใฏใพใšใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’ๆ‰“็ ดใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšๆญฆๅ™จใจใ—ใฆใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅคšๅฐ‘ๅฟƒใฎๆ”ฏใˆใซใชใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ“ใ‚“ใช็Žฉๅ…ทใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹่ฉฐใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ๅ››่ถณๆญฉ่กŒใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงๆฉŸๅ‹•ๅŠ›ใฏ้ซ˜ใใ†ใ ใ—ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅทจไฝ“ใ ......ใƒ‘ใƒฏใƒผใ‚‚็›ธๅฝ“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไธ€ๆ’ƒ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใงๆญปใญใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ—ใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ๆญปใซใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใ€ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซ่ตฐใ‚Šใ ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ฌใ‚กใ‚ข!!ใ€ ใ„ใ‚„ใใ€่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใ‚‹้ŸณใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Šใ‚ƒๅฎŒๅ…จใซ่ฟฝใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใœใ“ใ‚“็•œ็”Ÿใ‚ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€็ขบๅฎŸใซ่ท้›ขใ‚’่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…้‹ๅ‹•ใฏๅพ—ๆ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€็พๅฝนใงไบบ้–“ไปฅไธŠใฎใ‚นใƒšใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ็ฃใซใ‹ใ‘ใฃใ“ใงๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹็ญˆใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ!ใ€ ็œŸๆจชใ‚’้ป’ใ„ๅฝฑใŒ็‰ฉๅ‡„ใ„้€Ÿๅบฆใง้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ‚ใฎ็ฃใŒๅ›žใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ„ใ‚ˆไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ™‚็‰ฉ่ชžใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ‹ใ€ใƒฉใ‚คใƒใƒซใจใ‹ใ€ไผ่ชฌใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ‹ใŒๅŠฉใ‘ใซๆฅใŸใ‚Šใ€ไธปไบบๅ…ฌใฎๆฝœๅœจ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒ่ฆš้†’ใ—ใŸใ‚Šใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็„ก็†ใ ใชใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œ็พๅฎŸใ€ใƒŽใƒณใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ฏใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใ€‚ใ”้ƒฝๅˆไธป็พฉใชใ‚“ใฆใใ†ใใ†้ƒฝๅˆ่‰ฏใ่ตทใ“ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็ด„ๆŸใ—ใŸ......ๅธฐใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€้Šๅœ’ๅœฐใƒ‡ใƒผใƒˆใซ่กŒใใฃใฆใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญปใญใชใ„ใญใ€ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ๆญปใฌใชใ‚“ใฆไธ€ๅบฆใงๅๅˆ†ใ ใ€‚ ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ไธ€ๆœฌใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“็„กใ—ใ€ๅฟƒ่จฑ็„กใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆŠ—ใฃใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ1%ใงใ‚‚ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Š่ซฆใ‚ใชใ„! ใฟใŸใ„ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใฟใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ„ใ‚ˆใ€็ฃ้‡Ž้ƒŽใ€ ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†......็ด„ๆŸไธ€ใคๅฎˆใ‚Œใชใ„็”ทใซใฏใ€ใชใ‚ŠใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๆก”้Ÿณใจ็ฃใ€ๅ‹•ใๅ‡บใ—ใŒๆ—ฉใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š็ฃใฎๆ–นใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅ››ๆœฌใฎ่„šใฏ่ปฝๅฟซใซๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใ‚Šใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ่ฟซใฃใŸใ€‚็ˆชใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใ–ใ—ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ฆ–็›ฎๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆจช่–™ใŽใซๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŠœใใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏไฝ•ใจใ‹ใใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ€็ˆชใ‚’ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใงๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใฃ......ใใ…......ใฃ!?ใ€ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใฎๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸ่…•ใฏๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใใ‚Œใชใ„ๅจๅŠ›ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ”ใจๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ™ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ถณใฏๅœฐ้ขใ‚’้›ขใ‚Œใ€่บซไฝ“ใฏๆจชใธใจๅนใ้ฃ›ใถใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€่ฟ‘ใใซใ‚ใฃใŸๆœจใซๅฉใใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ…ใใฃ......็—›ใ…~......ใชใ‚“ใฆๅŠ›ใ ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎ็ฃใฏใ€ ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฏๆ นๅ…ƒใ‹ใ‚‰็œŸใฃไบŒใคใซๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใŒๆ—ฉใ€…ใซ็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ๆœ€ๆ—ฉใ€ๆŠตๆŠ—ใฎ่ก“ใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡็„กใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฉใใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆœจใซๅฏ„ใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใšใ‚Šใšใ‚Šใจใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใฟ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใง้˜ฒๅพกใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใ“ใ†ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐ้˜ฒๅพกใซใ‚‚ใชใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆœจใซๅฉใใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€่ƒŒไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒŸใ‚ทใƒŸใ‚ทใจๅซŒใช้ŸณใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚้‹ๅ‹•ใ‚‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ไธ€ไป‹ใฎ็”ทๅญ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”ŸใŒใ€ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใฆ็„กไบ‹ใงใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ๆผซ็”ปใ‚„ใ‚ขใƒ‹ใƒกใฎไธปไบบๅ…ฌ้”ใฏใฉใ‚“ใช่บซไฝ“ใ—ใฆใ‚“ใฎ? ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ๆŠฑใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็ฃใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ…จใ......ๅƒ•ใฏ็—›ใฟใซใฏๅผทใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‹ใจใ„ใฃใฆใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใซใฏ่จฑๅฎน้‡ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใฎใŒใญ......ใ€ ใ€Žใ‚ฌใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ข!!!!ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ปฝๅฃใ‚’ๅฉใใŒใ€็ฃใฎๅ’†ๅ“ฎใฎ่กๆ’ƒใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅ‘‘ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใปใ‚“ใฎๅƒ…ใ‹ใชๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใซ่ณญใ‘ใฆๆŠตๆŠ—ใ—ใฆใฟใŸใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅ‹ใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๆ’ƒใงใ™ใ‚‰้˜ฒใใ“ใจใ‚‚ใพใพใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚่„†ๅผฑใชไบบ้–“ใŒใ“ใ‚“ใชๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใซๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹็ญˆใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚......ใฃ......! ใพใ ใ€่ซฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใญ......!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใฎ่ถณใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฎๆŸ„ใ‚’ๆ”พใ—ใฆใ€ๆ‰‹ใถใ‚‰ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐใƒคใ‚ฑใ ใฃใŸใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎๆœ€ๅพŒใพใงๅฅ‡่ทกใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆœŸๅพ…ใ—ใฆใ€่ซฆใ‚ใชใ„ใงๆœ€ๆœŸใ‚’่ฟŽใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒไธ€็•ชใ€่ณขๆ˜Žใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆฎบใ—ใฆใฟใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ๆœ€ๅพŒใพใงใ€ๅจๅ‹ขใ ใ‘ใฏใ„ใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚็ฃใฏใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚Šใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎๅคงใใช็ˆชใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใชใ„ใ€็œผใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ•ใšใซใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใพใง็”Ÿใใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่ซฆใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ฌใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ข!!!ใ€ ใจใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจ็ฃใฎ้–“ใงใ€ไฝ•ใŒๅ…‰ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธก่€…ใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’็œŸใฃ็™ฝใชๅ…‰ใงๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ—ใ€ใใ“ใธๆŒฏใ‚Šไธ‹ใ‚ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็ฃใฎ่…•ใŒๅผพใ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ฎใƒฃใ‚ขใ‚ข!!?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ฃใฎๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅคงใใๆฏใ‚’ๅใใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ†ๅบฆๅœฐ้ขใซๅฐปใ‚‚ใกใ‚’ใคใใ€‚ๆœ€ๆ—ฉ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใฏๆฎ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใงใ€ใ“ใฎๅ…‰ใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใช......ๆ•ตใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ ญไธŠใงๅ…‰ใ‚Š่ผใไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ‘†็„ถใจใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅ…‰ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใพใงไธ‹ใ‚Šใฆใใ‚‹ใจใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใปใƒผ!ใ€ ใฝใ‚“ใฃ! ใจๅผพใ‘ใฆใ€ไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ๅนผใ„ๅฃฐใจๅ…ฑใซไบบๅฝขใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใฎไบบ้–“ใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ้•ทใ„้ป’้ซชใซใ€ไบœ้บป่‰ฒใฎ็žณใ€่–„ๆฐด่‰ฒใฎๅธƒใ‚’ๅทปใ„ใŸๆง˜ใชๆœ่ฃ…ใ€ใใ—ใฆใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใใฎๅฐใ•ใช่ƒŒไธญใซใฏๅŠ้€ๆ˜Žใฎ็พฝใŒ็”Ÿใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ—ใ‹่กจ็พใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใฎใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏๅฐใ•ใ„็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใใฎใฒใจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ”–็„ถใจใ™ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏไฝ•ใฎ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ‚‚็„กใ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ็ฉบไธญใงๅ›žใ‚‹ใจใ€ใซใฑใฃใจ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใซใกใ‚! ่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅๅ‰ใฏ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆบ€่บซๅ‰ต็—ใช็Šถๆ…‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚“ใชๆŒจๆ‹ถใ‚’่จ€ใ†ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใๅ ด้•ใ„ใงใ€็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒ่ชญใ‚ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใชๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๆญฃ็ขบใซใฏ็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฎๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใŸๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ? ใ‚ใ‚Œใƒผ? ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ? ็งไฝ•ใ‹ใƒ˜ใƒณใชใ“ใจใ—ใŸใ‹ใชใ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚.........ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใฎ? ใชใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใ‚„!ใ€ ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใฎ็Ÿ›ๅ…ˆใŒใ“ใ‚ใ“ใ‚ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๅๅ‰ใ‚’่žใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’็ญ”ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฆ–็ฒพใŒๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œๆ„Ÿๆบ€่ผ‰ใ ใชใใจๆ€ใ„ใคใคๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏ ใ€Œ้ข็™ฝใ„ๅๅ‰ใ ใญ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ ใญ! ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ!ใ€ ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใพใŸใซใฑใฃใจ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚
Chapter 3: An Encounter with a Fairy Inside of the forest, the air was clear nicely warm. When Kitsune tried scouting the area, there wasn't anything that could really be considered an obstacle. In an environment like that, Kitsune held the knife in one hand as he started the first day of his survival life. The first action he took was to take care of the necessities to sustain a human lifestyle. The highest priority was placed on securing food. To his luck, in one of the books he had read in his 6th year of elementary school, was a list of various edible plant life. Kitsune began using that info to its fullest, and he carefully perused the various plants growing at his feet as he proceeded forward. "...? This is strange. After going this far in a place surrounded by nature, it's strange to have not found one or two edible plants by now..." He whispered to himself. Even more baffling, was that from what he could see, there wasn't a single plant he was familiar with. There weren't even any of those weeds that could be found any and everywhere. It's more like there was only vegetation he had never seen before. With an unpleasant premonition, he tried working his brain out a bit, but still he didn't figure anything out. Thus, he decided to put those unproductive thoughts aside. "Hmm..." Of the necessities of life, it seems that food would have to be gained through trial and error of whatever looked safe. But, he didn't have the courage to test them, so until night fell, Kitsune continued to search for a place he could find shelter. "A cave... is standard in the realm of stories, but there's the possibility a bear or lion has already made a home there, so... approaching them carelessly would be foolish." To remember the information from some old book, he repeated the contents to himself and reaffirmed it. The places that would make for the best shelter would be by the waterside, with elements to let him hide himself, and furnishings to protect from the wind and rain. Even if there was no food, various lifeforms depend on water to live. Even if this was a place, land, country, or world unknown to Kitsune, that shouldn't change. Therefore, there should be some source of water nearby, some lake, pond, or river, and Kitsune made searching for it his first course of action. * I walked a considerable distance. I kept my direction with the light of the sun and the shadow below my feet. Anyways, the first direction I headed was south. There wasn't really any reason, I just kinda thought the word south carried a bit of a watery impression. Yep, kinda... The same reason I was bullied, a reason appropriate for a pubescent young man like me. When finding water, I think the first thing you have to do is look at the trees and soil. The trees live by taking water from the earth. The closer they are to water, the amount of water they take in changes in regards to their proximity to a water source. Next, the earth is observed for similar reasons. Before overflowing, water travels through the ground. The closer one is to a water source, the higher the moisture level of the dirt in the area, and you should be able to tell, to some extent, by touch, or by observing growths related to moisture levels. Apparently. Yeah, that sounds a tad bit obvious. Even if I read it in a book, it's something I would have probably thought up even without the book. "But even I'm finding this strange... I don't see any plants I recall as edible, and even the weeds are ones I've never seen before. What's more, Japan shouldn't have an expanse of forest like this. Most importantly, I should be dead." The fact that I'm alive is baffling in itself, and the wounds I have received have vanished with not a trace left behind. Something impossible is happening to me in an impossible fashion. Could it be, that there's a slight possibility that a possibility that I don't want to think about is... This isn't the world I lived in...? "... Otherworldly reincarnation? Ahaha, what sort of story development is that? How idiotic." Ahaha, nope, not happening. Impossible, no chance. That stuff's only permissible in cheap fiction. Or in Chuuni fantasies. Let's just say that I was transported to some other country in some shape or form. "... For reals?" I had just reached satisfaction with an answer, but that possibility was destroyed in an instant. When I turned around, there was a single beast. No, more than a beast, that's a monster, isn't it? Its appearance was that of a black haired, wolf-like creature, but its size was polar bear level. It had blood-shot red eyes, and I saw sleek fangs in its growling mouth, and most importantly, something impossible for a normal lifeform... there's fire overflowing from its throat. "Ahaha, yep. It's another world." But this isn't something to be startled about. It's nothing different from the normal imaginative delusions I occasionally daydream, and I do fine in those. Well, never thought it'd actually happen though. Even so, another world... I guess I'll have to accept it. This situation, and all the other otherworldly-ish factors. I can't deny them. {Grrrrrrr......!} Even if I say that, the first thing I'll have to do is get out of this situation, right? As a weapon, I have the knife which is more or less just mental support. I don't get the feeling this toy would be able to take down that monster. This is too short, isn't it? The moment I get within four paces of it, it'll have moved, and that large frame... I'll bet it has quite a bit of power. I get the feeling that one hit from it will kill me. "Okay, let's run. I don't really want to die." I turn and immediately start running. {GYAU!!} Wow, I heard the sound of it kicking off the ground behind me. God dammit, he's totally following me, isn't he. What's more, he's definitely closing the distance. I'm not that athletic to begin with, and there's no way I can beat a high spec beast meant to have abilities exceeding humanity. "!" A black shadow passes by me at a frightening pace, as that beast circles in front of me. This is quite bad. At this time, in a story... a Hero, or a Rival, or some legendary adventurer would come help, or the protagonist would awaken some latent ability, but that's impossible. Reality is non-fiction. Such optimistic situations don't come about that easily. "Shiori-chan..." But I promised... when I return, we're going on an amusement park date. So I won't die, or at the very least, one death is more than enough. One knife. No fighting experience. No will to fight. But... ... I guess I'll give it a shot. As long as there's the slightest chance of victory, I won't give up! I could say something cool like that. "Come at me, damn beast." I'll give it a go... I don't want to become a man who can't fulfill a single promise. * * * Kitsune and the monster. Of the two, the monster definitely had the faster movements. Its four legs nimbly kicked the ground, as it drew near the boy. It brandished its claws and swiped at Kitsune's neck. But Kitsune was somehow able to keep up with that move, and block the claws with his knife. "Uu... gu...!?" However, his arm didn't have the strength to contain the impact. Kitsune was sent flying, knife and all. His legs left the ground as he flew sideways. He collided with a nearby tree. "Gu... Owow... just how much power does that thing have?" The knife had cleanly snapped in two from the hilt. His only weapon was immediately destroyed. He no longer had any means of opposition. Kitsune talked to himself as he leaned against the tree he had forcefully become acquainted with, and squatted. He had used the knife to defend, but it didn't really do anything. His back had made some ominous sounds upon colliding, and a single high-school student who didn't even lift wouldn't be able to stand any more attacks like that. Just what sort of bodies do those manga and anime protagonists have? Kitsune pondered this as he looked at the beast. "Good grief... I may be strong against pain, but there should be a limit to the amount of damage he deals out..." {GRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!} "..." Kitsune tried to crack jokes to put himself at ease, but the monster's roar make him swallow his words. He thought he would rely on the slight chance of victory, but impossible things remain impossible. He couldn't even ward off the first attack. There was no way a frail human would be able to beat a monster like this. "But still......! I can't really... give up yet...!" He stood up on his unstable legs. He dropped the knife's hilt and raised his hands. This was merely desperation. He expected a miracle to come in the very end and tried to go on without giving up. But that was the best decision he could make. "If you think you can kill me, just try it." To the end, only his aura of authority was top notch. The beast leisurely walked up to him and lifted its large claws. Kitsune didn't close his eyes and didn't look away. He didn't give up on life. {GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!} It was at that moment. In front of Kitsune and the monster, something flashed. Both of their visions were clouded by pure white light, and the beast's lowering arm was shot down. {GYAAH!!?} As the beast disappeared from view, Kitsune let out a sigh of relief, as his behind dropped to the ground. He no longer had the power to stand. "... And what was that light? ... I would be screwed if it were an enemy..." Kitsune stared at a glimmering object in the sky overhead, as he muttered it in a daze. The glowing object lowered itself all the way to his eye level. "Yo!" It burst, and from within, the doll-sized form of a human accompanied by a child's voice emerged. Long black hair and flaxen eyes. Sea-blue garments, and on its small back were a pair of half-transparent wings. Fairy, was the only word that could be used to describe it. Its appearance was like that of a small Shinozaki Shiori. Kitsune was dumb-founded, but the fairy continued to approach without a hint of wariness. And after circling in the air a few times, she let out a pure smile. "Hello, how do you do!? What's your name?" The fairy continued on despite his injuries. It was definitely out of place, and the fairy continued to fail to read the mood. Kitsune stared at the fairy, or more specifically, at its nostalgic form. He opened his eyes wide. "Hmm? Huh? What's wrong? Did I say something strange?" "Ah... no, that's not it, but..." "Really? Good!" It doesn't really matter, I guess, thought Kitsune. It seems that the fairy had a short attention span. For now, since his name was asked, he decided to answer. A fairy appeared. Could this get any more otherworldly? He thought as he opened his mouth. "My name is Naginata Kitsune... it would be nice if you called me Kitsune-san." "Interesting name! Kitsune-san, right! Nice ta meetcha!" The fairy spoke before letting off a pure smile once more.
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ๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็„กไบ‹ใซ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใฆใ€ไธŠใซ็™ปใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎ้ƒฝๅบใƒขใƒ‰ใ‚ญใฏไธ‰้šŽๅปบใฆใฎๆง˜ใงใ€ไบŒ้šŽใซไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅคงใ—ใฆไบบใฎๆฐ—้…ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใ„ใ€‚ไธ€้šŽๅฑคไฝใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใ‚‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใง็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็พๅœจไบŒ้šŽใ ใ‘็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ’’ใๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใฆ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซใŒๆ•ฐๅใ„ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใ€‚ ใพใใ“ใฎไธญใซใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใจใ‹ใ„ใŸใ‚‰้ขๅ€’ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใฎๆฐ—้…ใ‚‚ๅ‹•ใใพใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใ„ใชใ„ใจไบˆๆƒณใ€‚ ใ‚ใ€ใกใชใฟใซ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆไธ€้šŽใ‚’ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใซๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใงไธ€้šŽๅฑคไฝใชใ‚‰็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใชใฃใฆใ€‚ใพใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๆ—ขใซไธ€้šŽใ‹ใ‚‰ๅœฐไธ‹ใธๆ•ฃไนฑใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚ŠๅŠนๆžœใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็˜ดๆฐ—ๅŒๅฃซใŒๅŒใ˜ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎ็ดขๆ•ตๅŠนๆžœใŒๆ ผๆฎตใซ่ฝใกใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ ่‡ช่บซใŒๆ“ไฝœใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็˜ดๆฐ—ใจใ€ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒใถใคใ‹ใฃใŸ็ตๆžœใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚็ฉบ้–“ใ‚’็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸๅƒ•ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒใใฎ็ฉบ้–“ใ‚’ใ€Ž็ฉบ้–“ใ€ใจใ—ใฆ่ช่ญ˜ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใฏใŸใพใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆ”ฏ้…ๅŠ›ใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใใฎ่พบใฏไธๆ˜Žใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ไบŒ้šŽใฏๆญฃๅธธใซ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฏไธ€้šŽใ‹ใ‚‰ๅœฐไธ‹ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๅฑ•้–‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใใใคใญใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฎๅทฆ็œผใฏๅณ็œผใจ้•ใฃใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆง˜ใซ่ตคใ„ใ‚“ใ ใŒ......ไฝ•ใ‹ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......ใพใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็žณใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎ่ตคใ„็œผใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰็‰นๆฎŠใชๅŠ›ใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€่ฆ–็•Œใ‚‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใชใฎใ‹ใ€่ฆ–็•ŒใŒ่ตคใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็š„ใซใฏ่ตคใ„็žณใฃใฆ็ใ—ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซ็ใ—ใ„ใŒใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใชใ„......ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ใฎ่ฌŽใฎ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใฎไธ€ไปถใฎๅพŒใงใชใใจใ‚‚......็„กใ‹ใฃใŸ็‰ฉใŒๅ†็”Ÿใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็ใ—ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ็ขบใ‹ใซใใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใ‚‚ๆฌ ๆใฏๆฒปใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ๆฌ ๆใ‚’ๆฒปใ™ไบ‹ใฎๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚„ใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ†ใƒ ใฏใใ†ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ๆฒป็™’็ณปใฎๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใชใ‚‰ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ่‡ชไฝ“ๆŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบบใฏๅฐ‘ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ ใ„ใ„ใชใๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ไพฟๅˆฉใ ใ‚ˆใชใๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ ใ‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใ†ๆŒใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ไธ‰ใคใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๆป…่Œถ่‹ฆ่ŒถๅธŒๅฐ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅƒ•ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†? ๆˆฆ้—˜ใฎ่ชฟๅญใฏใ€ ใ‚’ไธ‰ไฝ“ๅ€’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ”ฏ้šœ็„กใๆˆฆใˆใŸ......็งใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ๅ‡„ใใ™ใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปฒ้–“ใŒๅผทใใชใ‚Œใฐๅƒ•ใฎ็”Ÿๅญ˜็ขบ็Ž‡ใ‚‚้ซ˜ใใชใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใฎใ‚‚ๅนพใ‚‰ใ‹ๆฅฝใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv32 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:1670 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:1890 ่€ๆ€ง:100:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:1780 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:500 ใ€Žๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv4(โ†‘1UP)ใ€ ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผLv0ใ€ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‰ๅ›žใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ27ใ ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€ใŸใฃใŸ5ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ“ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไธŠๆ˜‡......ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚„ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใซใฏ็ฒพ็ฅžใŒๅคงใใ้–ขใ‚ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ ดๅˆใ€ไปŠใพใง็ฒๅพ—ๅ‡บๆฅใŸ็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใ‚’ไธๅฎ‰ๅฎšใช็ฒพ็ฅž็Šถๆ…‹ใŒไธŠๆ‰‹ใใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซๅค‰ๆ›ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅฎ‰ๅฎšใ—ใŸ็ฒพ็ฅž็Šถๆ…‹ใ ใ—ใ€ๅผทใใชใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ๅผทใ„ๅ‘ไธŠๅฟƒใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆœฌๆฅ็ฒๅพ—ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ญˆใฎ็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใจใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒใ€ๆœฌๆฅใฎๅฝขใงๅๆ˜ ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซใฏๅƒ•ใฏใฉใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†? ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:400 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:2500 ่€ๆ€ง:3450 ๆ•ๆท:2620 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:1220 ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œ?ใ€ ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€ใพใŸๅƒ•ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒ1ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฎใ€ŽSTOP!ใ€ใŒๆถˆใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ? ใ„ใ‚„้™็•Œๅ€คใซๅˆฐ้”ใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆถˆใˆใŸใชใ‚‰ๆถˆใˆใŸใง่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใชใซใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ? ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒใใฎใพใพใชใฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใƒœใƒผใƒซใ‚„็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใ€ใใ‚Œใซใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใจใ‚„ใ‚ŠๅˆใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‚‚ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ไฝ•ๅๆœฌใ‹ไฝœใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใŠๆ‰‹็Ž‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏๅ‡„ใๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใ ใชใใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ ใ‘ใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใพใใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใใฎใพใพใ ใ—ใ€ใชใ‚“ใฎๆ”ฏ้šœใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ„ใคใฎ้–“ใซใ‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใชใ‚‰็”Ÿ่บซใง้˜ฒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใชใๅƒ•ใ€‚ใพใๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใง่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅ‡„ใ„ๅผฑใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใŒใ“ใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒๅนพใ‚‰้€Ÿใใฆๅ …ใใฆใ‚‚ใ€้ญ”็ฃใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใ‚Œใฃใฝใฃใกใ‚‚ๅ€’ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๆญปใชใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ ใ‘่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใจใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซไธ‰้šŽใธไธŠใŒใ‚‹้šŽๆฎตใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใง้šŽๆฎตใฎไฝ็ฝฎใฏๆŠŠๆกใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ—ใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซใซใ‚‚ไผšใ‚ใšใซๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไพฟๅˆฉใ ใชใใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ ใ€Œ่กŒใ“ใฃใ‹ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ใ“ใฎไธŠใซใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ๆ นๆ‹ ใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใพใใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใŒไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใใคใญใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใฎใŒๆœ€ๅ–„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่กŒใใ•ใ€ ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธŠใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใฎๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ใ€ใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ–ใƒ„ใƒ–ใƒ„่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅญ็ตๆง‹่„ณ็ญ‹ใฃใฝใ„ใ‹ใชใใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ„ๅค–ใซๅˆ็†็š„ใช่€ƒใˆๆ–นใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ‡ใ€‚ ใ•ใ‚Šๆฐ—ใชใใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็ตๆง‹ๅ›ณๅคชใ„็ฒพ็ฅžใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ใงใ‚‚ไบบ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚Šใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€่ฆ–็ทšใซๅผฑใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚็นŠ็ดฐใชใฎใ‹ๅ›ณๅคชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใฉใฃใกใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใŠๅพ…ใกใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธŠใ‚‹้€”ไธญใ€ไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰้€ใ้€šใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅฅณๆ€งใฎๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏ้šŽๆฎตใฎไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚่ƒŒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ๅฅณๆ€งใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ‰‹่ถณใŒ้•ทใใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใซใ‚‚ไผผใŸๅˆถๆœใ‚’็ถบ้บ—ใซ็€ใ“ใชใ—ใŸ็พŽไบบใ ใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซใ‚‚ๅฑ…ใŸ้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใจๅŒใ˜ใงใ€้•ทใ„้’้ซชใ‚’ๆŒใกใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„็žณใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธ€่ฆ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ้–ขไฟ‚่€…โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐ็ง˜ๆ›ธใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฅณๆ€งใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ไปŠใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใŠๅพ…ใกใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใŠๅธฐใ‚Šไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ€Œ......ๅพ…ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไปŠใฎใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใƒ‡ใƒผใƒˆใฟใŸใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ๅพ…ใกๅˆใ‚ใ›็š„ใชใ€ ใ€Œๆ€่€ƒๅœๆญขใ—ใฆ็พๅฎŸ้€ƒ้ฟใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใ€ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ŒถๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใชใฎใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใง? ๅ›ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็ง˜ๆ›ธ......ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆๆง‹ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๅพ…ใฃใฆใŸใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......่ฒดๆ–นใซใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŽ’้™คใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใใŸใ„ใฎใงใ™ใ€ ๆŽ’้™คใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ๆ–‡ๅญ—้€šใ‚Š่ก—ใฎๅค–ใธใจ่ฟฝใ„ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‹......ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๆฎบใ™ใ‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚่ฟฝใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใฎใฏ้ขๅ€’ใ ใ—ใ€ๆฎบใ™ๆ–นใŒๆ‰‹ใฃๅ–ใ‚Šๆ—ฉใ„ใชใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใซ่จ€ใฃใŸๆฎบๅฎณใƒ—ใƒฉใƒณๅฎŸ่กŒใƒ•ใƒฉใ‚ฐใ‹ใช? ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ•ใฆใ€ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆŽ’้™คใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ„ใŸใใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฐ่ชฌใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไนฑๆšดใชๆšดๅŠ›่ฒดๆ—ใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๆ‚ชๅพณๅ•†ๆณ•ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸ้—‡่ฒดๆ—ใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใŸใ ๅ˜ใซ็”Ÿ็†็š„ใซ็„ก็†ใจใ‹ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจ? ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏไธ‰็•ช็›ฎใฎ็†็”ฑใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰้‡ใใชใใฆใ„ใ„ใชใใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ็†็”ฑใ‚’่ชžใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•่ก—ใฎๅค–ใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚’็นฐใ‚Šๅบƒใ’ใฆใ„ใŸใใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏใ€้ขจใฎ้ŸณใŒๅนใ่’ใถ้™ใ‘ใ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไธŠไฝใฎใ€้ญ”ๆ—ใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใซๅŠๅˆ†่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅผท่€…ใ€‚ใใฎๆ‰‹ใซๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅทจๅคงใชๆฃๆฃ’ใซใฏในใฃใจใ‚Šใจ่ตคใ„่‰ฒใŒใ“ใณใ‚Šไป˜ใ„ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ่ถณไธ‹ใซใฏใ€ๅคง้‡ใฎ็‹ผใ‚„็Œฟใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณ้”ใฎไบก้ชธใซๅŠ ใˆใ€ๅ‹‡ๆ•ขใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ็„กๆฎ‹ใช้บไฝ“ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ€ๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๆฃๆฃ’ใฏใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’ๅœงๆญปใ•ใ›ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆฌกใ€…ใจใใฎๅ ดใซใ‚ใฃใŸๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใ„ๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚‚ใ€็ฃ็ณปใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ‚‚ใ€ๆ™‚ใซใฏไปฒ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใฎใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใงใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€้‚ช้ญ”ใ ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใŸ่€…ใฏๅ…จใฆๆฝฐใ—ใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๆฎ‹่™ใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใงใ€ๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใจไฟกๅฟตใ ใ‘ใงใฏ่ฆ†ใ›ใชใ„ๅœฐ็„ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ไนๅˆ†ไนๅŽ˜ใ“ใ†ใชใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใฃใŸๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒใ€ใใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฎ้€šใ‚ŠๅฎŸ็พใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใฃใฏใ......! ใฏใใฃ......! ใ‚ฏใ‚ฝ......ใ‚ˆใใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ˆใใ‚‚......!!ใ€ ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใ‚ใฎๆœ€ๅˆใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใŸๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ–ฐไบบๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€‚ๅทฑใฎๅฟƒใฎๅ†…ใซใ‚ใฃใŸ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ใ€ใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ใซใ€ๆˆ‘ๆญฆ่€…็พ…ใซใ€ๅคขไธญใง่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸ้’ๅนดใจใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ€ใใ—ใฆๆ•ฐไฝ“ใฎใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚„ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใƒŠใ‚คใƒˆใ ใ‘ใ€‚ ๅฝผไปฅๅค–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ€็š†ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚’่ญทใฃใฆใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•......ใŠๅ‰ใŒใ€ไฟบใซใจใฃใฆใฎ......ใ€Žๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•็งใ‚‚็„ผใใŒๅ›žใฃใŸใ‹ใญใ‡......ใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใซ่ณญใ‘ใฆใฟใŸใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆœชๆฅใฎ่Šฝใฏ......ๆ‘˜ใพใ›ใ‚‹่จณใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„......ๅ›ใฏๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•็”Ÿใใ‚......ใใ‚“ใงใ€ไฟบใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ‘......! ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฎๅŠ›ใซใชใ‚‹......! โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ•ใฃใใฎๅ•–ๅ‘ต......่ถณใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ€็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใฆใฎๅฐ้นฟใฟใŸใ„ใงใ—ใŸ......ๆ ผๅฅฝ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๅฝผใ‚’่ญทใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใใฃใจใ€ๆˆฆใˆใฐ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๅผทใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹็‚บใซใใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆœชๆฅใซ่ณญใ‘ใฆใ€ใใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒ็”Ÿใใ‚‹้“ใ‚’็น‹ใ’ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซไฝฟใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ๅฝผใฏไปŠ......ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ไบบใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชไฟบใฎ็‚บใซ......!ใ€ ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใƒŠใ‚คใƒˆใ‚‚ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚‚ใ€ๆบ€่บซๅ‰ต็—ใฎๅฝผใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใฆใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏ่ก—ใธใจไน—ใ‚Š่พผใ‚€ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅฝผใซใฏใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ–ฐๅ“ใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚‚ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ใซๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ไฝ“ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ๅฐฝใใŸใ€‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใธใฎๅพŒๆ‚”ใจใ€ใใ—ใฆใพใ ๅ…ˆใŒใ‚ใฃใŸ็ญˆใฎใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ“ใจใธใฎ็„กๅฟตใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผใฏๆฐ—ๅŠ›ใฏๅฐฝใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใพใงๆˆฆใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใ€ๆญฏใ‚’้ฃŸใ„ใ—ใฐใฃใฆ้€ƒใ’ใใ†ใซใชใ‚‹่ถณใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฟƒใฎไธญใงใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚ใ€้€ƒใ’ใฆใ‚‚่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ€ใจ็”˜ใ„่€ƒใˆใŒๆตฎใ‹ใถใ€‚ ่ชฐใ‹ใซ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธญใง้€ƒใ’ใ‚ใจๅ›ใ่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใซๅ่ซ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ไธ€ๆญฉใ€ใพใŸไธ€ๆญฉใ‚’่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฃๆฃ’ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใถใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผใŒใใฎๆฃๆฃ’ใฎๅฑŠใ็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใพใงใ€ใใฎใ‚พใ‚ฆใฎไฝ•ๅ€ใ‚‚ๅคชใ„่ถณใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ไฟบใฏ............ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซ......ใชใ‚ŠใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ......!!ใ€ ๆถ™ใŒใ“ใผใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๆฃๆฃ’ใฎๅฝฑใŒใ€ๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใพใงใ€‚ๆถ™ใงใผใ‚„ใ‘ใŸ่ฆ–็•Œใจใ€ใ™ใ…ใฃใจ็™ฝใๆŸ“ใพใฃใฆใ„ใๆ„่ญ˜ใฎไธญใ€ๅฝผใŒๆœ€ๅพŒใซ่ฆ‹ใŸใฎใฏใ€่‚Œ่‰ฒใฎใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆ‰‹ใฎๆง˜ใชๅฝฑใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
I and Rishe-chan safely find the stairs and then head up to the second floor. It appears that this building has three floors, and when we arrive at the second floor, I don't feel any presence nearby. If it's only one floor, I can pretty much detect it using my miasma, and now that I'm spreading my miasma through the second floor, I can tell that the soldiers there only amount to several people. Well, if by chance Reis is somewhere inside this building, he'll surely be a huge pain, and given the fact that these presences are busily moving around, most likely Duke Orba isn't among them. Ah, by the way, I first thought that I might be able to detect if it was just a single floor was when we were looking for the stairs leading to the second floor before. Well, since Leila-chan already spread her miasma on the first floor through the basement, mine wasn't that effective, though. It seems that if there are two different miasma similarly spread in a same location, their detection ability will fall considerably. Either it because the miasma clash against each other, or because the air become too packed with miasma, or because I spread mine later that my miasma can't properly grasp its surroundings, or simply because Leila-chan's miasma control is way better than mine, I don't know which one is the real reason, though. In any case, given the fact that I can properly detect my surrounding in the second floor, most likely Leila-chan only spread her miasma in the first floor and the basement. "Say, Kitsune, unlike your right eye, your left eye is red just like Leila's, so... does that bring any difference?" "Hmm... I think it's merely like Leila-chan's eyes, this red eye doesn't have any special ability or anything either, and the sight is also normal." "... I see, so your sight doesn't turn red, huh." "Rishe-chan, are red eyes that unusual?" "No, they're certainly not unusual, but... leaving that mysterious attacker aside, isn't restoring something that's already lost not usual?" That may be true. Even Finia-chan's recovery magic couldn't restore lost parts, and from Riche-chan's words, could there be no magic or item that can restore lost parts even in this world? Perhaps it may be possible with recovery-type innate skill, but innate skill possessor is already rare in itself. How nice, innate skills. Innate skills sure are convenient, aren't they? I want innate skills too. Ah, actually I've already got them. Three of them, no less, aren't I like SSR here? "How about you, Rishe-chan? Have you gotten accustomed to battle?" "Well, today I defeated three Crazy Monkeys. I was able to fight without any problems... so I think little by little I'm getting stronger." "Hee... good for you, Rishe-chan." Seeing Rishe-chan looking so refreshed, I'm also somewhat happy for her. The stronger my comrades, the higher my chance of survival, and taking back Finia-chan and Lulu-chan will also become considerably easier. For now, let's check her status first. Name : Trisha Rumiela Gender : Female Lv. 32 Strength : 1670 Stamina : 1890 Resistance : 100:STOP! Agility : 1780 Magic Power : 500 Skill : {Sword Art Lv.4(| 1 UP)} {Demon Eye of Foresight Lv.0} {Body Reinforcement Lv.4(| 2 UP)} {Swift} {Intuition Lv.2(NEW)} {Mikiri LV.3 (NEW)} Innate skill : {Demon Eye of Foresight} Her status has certainly went up. She was level 27 before, and for her status to rise this much simply from leveling by 5... as expected, it seems that mental state greatly affects status and skills, huh. And in Rishe-chan's case, because of her unstable mind, I think the experience she had accumulated previously wasn't converted to her status properly. But now that Rishe-chan is in a fairly stable mental state and also has a strong will to become stronger, all of the unconverted experience is converted to the amount it's supposed to be. By the way, how about me? Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv.1 Strength : 400 Stamina : 2500 Resistance : 3450 Agility : 2620 Magic Power : 1220 "Huh?" How strange, my level is regressed to one. Moreover, the "STOP" next to strength has also disappeared, just what's the meaning of it? Well, I don't think that the status that has reached its limit will ever rise any further, so now that my strength limit has somehow disappeared, that's good in itself, but... just what happened? My status also stays as it was, and thanks to the miasma-ball juggling, detecting my surroundings using miasma, not to mention deploying tens of knives when facing Reis, I sure am happy that my{Miasma Manipulation} has risen by one level, but... all in all the situation is kinda eerie, like{Eerie Constitution} . "What's up?" "...is that so?" Well, my status stays as it was and there also seems to be no setback either, so whatever. Let's just think about it again later. Nevertheless, it seems that before I noticed it I've already become capable of withstanding Rishe-chan's normal attack barehanded, huh. Well, speaking of attack power, I'm simply and utterly weak, though. With such strength, no matter how fast and how hard I attack, I can't imagine myself defeating even a single demonic beast. However, it's still good that with this now I'm slightly further away from death. And while thinking about such a think, we find the stairs leading to the third floor. Using the miasma, I can easily find where the stairs is, not to mention that I can also easily move while avoiding the soldiers, this skill sure is convenient, huh. "Let's head up, Duke Orba is most likely somewhere above, not that I have any basis, though." "Well, since you're the one possessing {Miasma Manipulation} , it's only natural for me to follow your lead, let's go." When I start walking up the stairs, even while mumbling something, Rishe-chan is still properly following me. I thought this girl leaned more toward muscle-brain type, but her thought is unexpectedly rational, huh. She also easily accepted the fact that I'm capable of using {Miasma Manipulation} , could it be she actually has a firm mind? But she's that shy, or rather weak to gazes. Delicate or firm, which one is she actually? "--I've been waiting for you." Then, on the way up the stairs, I can hear a faint voice of a woman from above. When I look up, there's a woman whom I can tell even from below that she's pretty tall. She's a beautiful woman with long legs and is also beautifully dressed in a similar uniform like that of guild receptionist. She possess long blue hair, similar like the blue haired receptionist in Miniera, and cold eyes. From a glance, she looks like someone connected to Duke Orba, precisely speaking someone like his secretary, so I find what she said just now to be strange. Rather than "I've been waiting for you", shouldn't it be "Please go back"? "...been waiting?" "Rishe-chan, didn't that sound like a couple going on a date? Like, when they meet up?" "Geez, please don't run away from reality." I'm only intending to tease her a bit if she doesn't know about it, though. "Then? Who are you?" "Duke Orba's secretary... I don't mind if you think of me as such." "Hmm... So, what do you mean by waiting for us?" "...I wish to ask you to get rid of the Duke Orba from this town." Get rid of him from this town, does that means to literally drive him out of the town... or to kill him? Driving him out seems to be a pain, while killing him seems to be way easier, is this the so called flag of assassination plan? "...of course you'll explain what that means, right?" Well then, what does that mean? Why does she have to ask me to get rid of Duke Orba? Is it something like those things in those novels? Like because he's a tyrannical noble, or because he's an evil noble who partakes in corrupt business, or perhaps because she's simply unable to stand him any longer? As far as I'm concerned, I prefer the third reason as it's the lightest of all. When I think as such, she begins to explain the reason she's waiting here. * * * ------Outside of the town, at the location where the battle was taking place, it was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of blowing wind. A powerful top D rank existence that was half-step away from Demon level. The huge club in its hand was dyed in sticky red, and under its legs, along with a huge number of wolves, monkeys and goblins' corpses, the remains of adventurers, who bravely confronted and wielded their swords against it, were lying around. At that time, not long after the first adventurer who rushed toward the Goblin King and was crushed under its club, life ceased one after another there. Either it adventurers, beasts type demonic beasts, and sometimes even its fellow goblins, the Goblin King crushed everything it deemed hindering its path. That was a very atrocious spectacle, a hell that couldn't be overturned simply with courage and conviction alone. Probably, as this was the most probable outcome from the beginning, in the end this spectacle unfolded as expected. "--- haa...! Haa ...! Damn it... how dare you, how dare you... !!" The ones remained there were the brave adventurer who first wielded his sword, the youth who had been earnestly and frantically chasing after that back from his childhood, the Goblin King, and several goblins and goblin knights. Except him, all of the adventurers had died. They died protecting him. --because for me, you are the real "adventurer". --looks like I've been affected by you too, huh... I've come to want to bet everything on you. -- I mustn't let future sapling be plucked so early... you still have bright future waiting for you. -- Survive ... then, carry my life along with you...! That will surely make you stronger! -- Those words from before... when I'd got my legs trembling as though a newborn fawn... they were so cool. While protecting him, the adventurers died leaving those words. Should they fight, those adventurers would surely be way stronger than him, and yet they used their lives to protect him and died there. They believed in his potential, bet on his future, and used their lives to connect his path to his future. However, right there, right now, he was... all alone. "....Why, for someone like me...!" The Goblin king, goblin knights, and goblins, after taking his life they'd surely breach into the town next. He couldn't find a way to survive this situation. Even his brand new sword had snapped quite a while ago. His stamina had also reached its limit. The ones remained were regret of oneself who decided to participate in this battle and regret of having wasted the lives of the adventurers who could've survived this battle. Therefore, even if he had to burn his own life, he'd fight to the bitter end. Holding his broken sword, he clenched his teeth and steadied his trembling feet. Within his heart, he could hear sweet words such as "Run, none will blame you even if you run away here". He wasn't talking to anyone. He was simply rebutting the whisper within his heart to run away. Looking down on him, the Goblin King approached him step by step. Brandishing its club, until the youth was within its club reach, its huge legs kept on moving forward. "--I... want to be... an adventurer!!" He couldn't hold his tears any longer. And then, the shadow of the Goblin King's club finally reached upon his body. That was the last moment he could maintain his consciousness. Within his sight that was blurred by tears, with his consciousness turning white, the last thing he saw was a flesh-colored, --hand-like shadow.
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้‚‚้€… ็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใฎใฏ่…ฐใฎ่พบใ‚Šใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ๆŽ›ใ‘ๅธƒๅ›ฃ่ถŠใ—ใฎไบบไธ€ไบบๅˆ†ใฎ้‡ใฟใจใ€ๆœใฎใฒใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚Šใ—ใŸ็ฉบๆฐ—ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‘ใซๅ†ทใŸใใชใฃใŸๅทฆๆ‰‹ใฎๆฟกใ‚ŒใŸๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ€‚ ๅฏใฃ่ปขใŒใฃใŸใพใพ้ก”ใฎๅ‰ใซๅทฆๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆถŽใงในใฃใŸในใŸใซใชใฃใŸๅทฆๆ‰‹ใŒ่ฆ–็•Œใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใฝใŸใฝใŸใจๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”ใซๆถŽใŒๅž‚ใ‚ŒใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ๆ€ใ‚ใšๆบœใ‚ๆฏใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใจใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่…ฐใฎใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใซ้ก”ใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ้ก”ใฏไธŠๆฐ—ใ—ใฆ่ตคใใ€็ซ็…งใฃใŸ่บซไฝ“ใฏ่ตคใฟใ‚’ๅธฏใณใฆใ„ใฆๆฑ—ใ ใใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆƒšใ‘ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ€่ตคใ„็žณใฏ่™šใ‚ใง่‹ฅๅนฒ็™ฝ็›ฎใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใ„ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใซใธใ‚‰ใฃใจ้–‹ใ„ใŸๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ่ตคใ„่ˆŒใŒใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใๅ‡บใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใณใใณใใจ็—™ๆ”ฃใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ‚ถใˆใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไบ‹ๅพŒใ‹ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใธใ‡......ใˆใธใธใธ......ใ—ใ‚…ใ”ใ‰ใ„......โ™ก ใ—ใ‚…ใ”ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‰ใใคใญใใ‚“......ใ‚ใŸใ€็งใ€ใถใฃๅฃŠใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ......ใ†ใตใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใต......โ™กใ€ ใ€ŒใใฎใพใพใถใฃๅฃŠใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ‚ˆใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚“ใฃโ™กใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅŠ›ใชใๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸ่บซไฝ“ใฎไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่ถณใ‚’ๅผ•ใๆŠœใ„ใฆใ€ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ๅˆ†ใฎ่ฝๅทฎใงใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใธใจ่ฝใกใ€ๅฌŒๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใŸใ‘ใฉ็„ก่ฆ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ›ใ™ใๅพฉๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆธกใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไปฅๅค–ใฏ็š†ใพใ ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๆœใฏๆ—ฉใ„ๆ–นใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎๆฐ—็ตถใจใ„ใ†ๅใฎ็ก็œ ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆ—ฉใ่ตทใใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚็ฉบใ‚‚ใพใ ้’็™ฝใใ€ๆ™‚้–“ใจใ—ใฆใฏๆ—ฉๆœ4ๆ™‚30ๅˆ†ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ‹ใช? ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใ......ใฃใใ…~......ใฃใฏใใ€ ่ตทใ“ใ™ใฎใ‚‚ๅฟใณใชใ„ใฎใงใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ใใ„ใฃใจไผธใฐใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใตใจใ€ใ“ใฎๅฎฟใซใฏใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆ˜จๆ—ฅๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€ ไปŠใฎๆ™‚้–“ใงใ‚‚ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ›ๆš‡ใชใ‚“ใ ใ—็ขบ่ชใ—ใซ่กŒใใ ใ‘่กŒใ‘ใฐใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๅฐš่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚ใพใ็œ ๆฐ—่ฆšใพใ—ไฝใซใฏใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฏ่ตทใใงใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใ‹ไธๅฅๅบทใจใ‹่žใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใใ“ใ‚Œใพใงๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ๅˆฅใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€็งใ‚‚่กŒใโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œๅพฉๆดปๆ—ฉใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฏใฆใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใƒผโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใŒไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญๅฏใ‹ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฑ—ใ ใใ ใ—ใญใฃใ€ ใ€Œๅฏใ‹ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๅพนๅคœใง่ˆใ‚ใฆใŸใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅฏใฆใŸใ€ ไฝ•ใ‚’ๆˆฏใ‘ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ใปใ–ใ„ใฆใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎ็™บๆƒ…้ญ”ใฏใ€‚ ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใ†ใ›ๆฅใ‚‹ใชใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ—ใ€้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚‚ๅฅณใฎๅญใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฑ—่‡ญใ„ใพใพใฏ็”Ÿ็†็š„ใซๅซŒใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆตดๅ ดใฏ็”ทๅฅณๅˆฅใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๅˆฅใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใจใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใฃโ™ชใ€ ๅƒ•ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ๅ ดใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†็‚บใซใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ†ใ‚ใ†ใ‚ใจๅปŠไธ‹ใ‚’ๆญฉใใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎๆ‰€ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅบƒใ„ใชใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅ›ฝๅœŸใฎ้•ใ„ใ‹? ้ ˜ๅœฐใŒๅบƒใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใญใ€่ปไบ‹ๅ›ฝๅฎถใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…ใฃใฆๅผทใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใ? ็งใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใใญใ‡......ใพใ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใญใ‡ใ€ ๅฏงใ‚ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใˆใ€‚ ใพใใพใ ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ใƒตๆœˆใ‚‚็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ใพใ ใพใ ๅผทใ„่จณใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใใ‚“ใชใซๅผทใใชใ‚Œใฆใชใ„่จณใ ใ—ใ€ใ‚ˆใฃใฝใฉๅˆๆœŸใ‚นใƒšใƒƒใ‚ฏใŒ้ซ˜ใใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใฏใพใ ใพใ ๅผฑใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใฃใจไปŠใฎๆฎต้šŽใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒไธŠใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ“ใ ใญใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซใ€ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ๅ ดใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็”ทๅฅณๅˆฅใ ใ€ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ๅ ดใŒ็”ทๅฅณๅˆฅใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ“ใ‚Œใปใฉๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใ‚ˆๅƒ•ใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใฏๅธธๆ™‚้–‹ๆ”พใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€ไปŠใ‚‚ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ญใƒผใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฅณๆนฏใญใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ็”ทๆนฏ่กŒใใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€็งใใคใญๅ›ใจๅ…ฅใ‚ŠใŸใƒผใ„ใ€ใ“ใฎๆ™‚้–“ใ ใ—่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๅ•้กŒใซใชใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใŒๅ•้กŒใชใฎใฃ!?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒขใƒฉใƒซ!ใ€ ใƒซใƒผใƒซใฏๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆๅƒ•ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฎนๅงฟใ ใ‘ใฏ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใชๅญใจใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏ้ญ…ๅŠ›็š„ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒซใฏๅฎˆใ‚ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚็œŸ้ข็›ฎใง้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใชใ“ใจใซๅฎš่ฉ•ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ ใ€ใใ“ใฏใใฃใกใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใพใๆญฃ็›ดใชใจใ“ใ‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅ…ฅใ‚ŠใŸใใชใ„ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅคงไบบใ—ใใใฃใกใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€ใ…......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ๆธ‹ใ€…ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฅณๆนฏใฎๆš–็ฐพใ‚’ๆฝœใฃใฆๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใซ็ถšใใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็”ทๆนฏใฎๆš–็ฐพใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่„ฑ่กฃๆ‰€ใฏๆกˆๅค–ๅบƒใใ€่ฆ‹ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Š่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆœใ‚‚็ฝฎใ„ใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆ‰‹่ฟ‘ใชๆ‰€ใซๆœใ‚’่„ฑใ„ใงใ€่„ฑ่กฃๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆตดๅ ดใธใจๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไธญใฏ็ตๆง‹ๅบƒใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ทใƒฃใƒฏใƒผใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆด—ใ†ใ‚นใƒšใƒผใ‚นใซใ‚‚ๆฐด่ทฏใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใใ“ใซใŠๆนฏใŒๆตใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‚™ใˆไป˜ใ‘ใฎๆกถใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็Ÿณ้นธใง้ ญใจไฝ“ใ‚’ๆด—ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๆฐด่ทฏใฎใŠๆนฏใ‚’ใ™ใใฃใฆๆตใ™ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆนฏ่ˆนใจๅŒใ˜ใŠๆนฏใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆณกใจใ‹ๆนฏ่ˆนใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็”จๆฐด่ทฏ็š„ใชๆด—ๆต„ๅŠนๆžœใ‚’ๆŒใค้ญ”ๅฐŽๅ…ทใงใ€ๆนฏ่ˆนใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆด—ใ†ๆฐด่ทฏใฎๆฐด่ณชใฏ้šๆ™‚ๆด—ๆต„ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ๅ‡„ใ„ใชใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใš่บซไฝ“ๆด—ใŠใ†ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆด—ใ†ใ‚นใƒšใƒผใ‚นใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆค…ๅญใซๅบงใฃใฆใ€ๅ‚™ใˆไป˜ใใฎ็Ÿณ้นธใง่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆด—ใ†ใ€‚ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ไปฅไธŠใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€็šฎ่„‚ใจๆฑ—ใงใ‚ฎใƒˆใ‚ฎใƒˆใซใชใฃใŸ้ซชใ‚„่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆด—ใ†ใฎใซใฏ2ๅบฆ3ๅบฆ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ๆด—ใ†ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆตใ—็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒใฏๅ‡„ใใ•ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใใคใญๅ›ใ„ใ‚‹ใƒผ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฃใ‚’้š”ใฆใŸๅ‘ใ“ใ†ๅดใฎๅฅณ้ขจๅ‘‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฃฐใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใๅฃใฎไธŠใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใฏ็น‹ใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใคใ„ใงใซ่จ€ใˆใฐๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใฎๆตดๅ ดใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Žใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ๆ•…ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใ€Žใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ช ็งใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฏๅบƒใ’ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใฎ็ŠถๆณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๆ„Ÿ็Ÿฅๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใใฎ็ดขๆ•ต่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ€ ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐๆนฏๆฐ—ใซๆททใ–ใฃใฆ้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใงๅƒ•ใŒๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿ็Ÿฅใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Ž......่ฆ–่ฆš่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒใชใ„ใฎใŒๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ ใ‘ใฉใญใƒผ......ใ€ ใ€Œๅฟƒๅบ•ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใใ†ใซ่จ€ใ†ใชใ€ ่ฆ–่ฆš่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใŸใ‚‰ๅฎŒ็’ง่ฆ—ใ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ~......ใ€ ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆๆนฏ่ˆนใซๆตธใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ—ฅใ€…ใฎ็–ฒใ‚ŒใŒๆŸ“ใฟๅ‡บใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซใ€ๆ€ใ‚ใšๆฐ—ใฎๆŠœใ‘ใŸๅฃฐใŒๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ๅฃใพใงใŠๆนฏใซไฝฟใฃใฆใ€ใถใใถใใจๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใƒžใƒŠใƒผใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ไธ€ไบบใ ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Žใใƒผใคใƒผใญใƒผใใƒผใ‚“?ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฃฐใ‚’BGMใซใ—ใฆใ€็™’ใ—ใฎๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๆฅฝใ—ใ‚‚ใ†ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงใ”ใกใ‚ƒใ”ใกใ‚ƒใ—ใŸๆ—ฅๅธธใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š้›ขใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏใ€ๅ‰ใๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ„ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใใคใญๅ›ใ€็œ ใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ............ไฝ•ๆ•…ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ„ใคใฎ้–“ใซใ‹้šฃใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚็„ก้ง„ใซ้ซ˜ใ„่บซไฝ“่ƒฝๅŠ›ใงๅฃใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใชใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใ—ใฆใฆไธ€็•ช็–ฒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎๅ›ใชใ‚“ใ ใœใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸๅƒ•ใฎ็™’ใ—ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’้‚ช้ญ”ใ—ใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ช ไบŒไบบใฃใใ‚Šใ ใญใ‡......โ™กใ€ ใ€Œ......็ใ—ใ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’ๅ ช่ƒฝใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญโ™ก ไปŠใฏๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™ชใ€ ๆ‰€่ฌ‚่ณข่€…ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ ใ‹ใ€‚ไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญๅƒ•ใฎๅทฆๆ‰‹ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใŒๆบ€ใŸใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹่จณใ‹ใ€ใพใใฉใ†ใ›ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ™ใใซ็™บๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใ“ใฎใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‚‹้–“ใ ใ‘ใฏๅคงไบบใ—ใใ—ใฆใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚ขไฝ“ใŒ้šฃใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ไธ€ๅบฆใŸใ‚Šใจใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ๆ€ช็‰ฉไบ‘ใ€…ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ€ใŸใ ๅ˜ใซไน…ใ€…ใฎใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใ‚’ๅ ช่ƒฝใ—ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็„ก่จ€ใงๆนฏ่ˆนใซๆตธใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใƒผใ‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็„กๆ€งใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใตใ‚‚ใตใ—ใŸใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใ€‚ โ—‡ ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไปฅๅค–ใฏๅ…จๅ“ก็œผใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚‚ๆ•ดใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไธŠ็€ใฎ่ข–ใซ่…•ใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใงใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸ้ซชใ‚’ๆ‹ฌใฃใฆใŠๅ›ฃๅญใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใŸๆง˜ใซใฏใซใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ใใคใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใŸใ ใ„ใพใ€ ็ŸญใๆŒจๆ‹ถใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆœชใ ใซๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใŠ่…นใ‚’ใใ‚Šใใ‚ŠใจๆŒ‡ๅ…ˆใงใใ™ใใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚่ตทใ“ใ•ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€่ตทใใฆใ€ ใ€Œไฟบใฏ......่ชฐใ ......่ชฐใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ก!! ใฏใฃ......ใŠใฏใ‚ˆ!ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ่จ˜ๆ†ถๅ–ชๅคฑใฎ็”ทใฎ่ฉฑใ‹ใช? ๆฏŽๅบฆๆฏŽๅบฆๅค‰ใชๅคขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใญใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงๅ…จๅ“ก่ตทใใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ๆ—ฉ้€Ÿๅ‹‡่€…ใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ใ„ใคๅฝผใŒใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๆ—ฉใ‚ใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅƒ•ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅŸŽใธ่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏๅฅฝใใซ้Šใ‚“ใงใฆ้ ‚ๆˆดใ€‚ใพใไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ„ใชใ‚‰ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“! ๅ‹‡่€…็‹ฉใ‚Šใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œๅพ…ใฃใฆใ€็‹ฉใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใใ ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ๅˆๅๅˆ†ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚็ตๆง‹ใชใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็‹ฉใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ‚ˆใปใ‚“ใจใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎๆด’่ฝใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใจใพใใ€ใใ‚“ใชไธๅฎ‰ใ‚’ๆŠฑใใคใคใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅ‹•ใใ ใ™ใ€‚็›ฎ็š„ใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆฅ่จช่€…ใซไผšใ„ใซใ€‚ ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใฎๅ‰ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่‚ฉใซไน—ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ็‹ใฎใŠ้ขใ‚’้ ญใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใซใชใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ†ๅบฆๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ่Šนๆฒขๅ‡ชใฏใ€ๆœ่ตทใใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅฆ™ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ่‹›ใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ƒธใŒใ–ใ‚ใคใๆง˜ใชใ€ใ‘ใ‚ŒใฉๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„Ÿใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ไบˆๅ…†ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใซใฏๅคšใ„้ ปๅบฆใงใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ้™ฅใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚่จ“็ทดใงๆˆฆใ†ๆ™‚ใชใฉใ€็‰นใซ้›†ไธญใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใฏใพใ‚‹ใงๆœชๆฅไบˆ็Ÿฅใฎๆง˜ใซใ€ๆฌกไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚’ๅฏŸ็Ÿฅๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใจใ€‚ ไธ€ๆญฉใฅใคใ€ใชใซใ‹ใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ่ฟซใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅคขใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใชใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซ่ฆ‹ใŸๅคขใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ไปŠใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซไผผใŸๅคขใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ†…ๅฎนใฏใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ€‚ ็œŸใฃๆš—ใช็ฉบ้–“ใฎไธญใ€ใฒใŸใฒใŸใจ่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰่ฟ‘ๅฏ„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹่ถณ้ŸณใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใ€ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใใ“ใซใฏใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚่จใ—ใ’ใซๆ€ใฃใŸใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ฆ–ใซไบบ้–“ใฎๆ‰‹ใŒๆทปใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚่‚‰ใฎไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„้ชจใฎๆ‰‹ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่ƒŒๅพŒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏไบบใงใฏใชใๆญป็ฅžใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฎ้ชจใซ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใ„่กฃๆœใ€ใใ—ใฆๅณใฎ็›ฎ็Ž‰ใ ใ‘ใŒใŽใ‚‡ใ‚ใ‚Šใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ‡ชใฏ่ƒŒ็ญ‹ใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใจๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใซใ€็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ......ใ‚ใฎๅณ็œผใ ใ‘ใฎๆญป็ฅž......?ใ€ ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€ๆœชใ ใซ่ƒธใฎไธญใงใ–ใ‚ใคใๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ‚’ๆ‹ญใˆใšใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ๅ‡ชใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎใ‚ซใƒผใƒ†ใƒณใ‚’้–‹ใใ€็ช“ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆๆœใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅคงใใๅธใ„่พผใ‚€ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ€ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใŒ่ฝใกไป˜ใ„ใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“?ใ€ ใตใจใ€ๅ‡ชใฏ็ช“ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผใจใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฏใ€ๅŸŽใฎๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„้ซ˜ใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€็ช“ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐๅ›ฝใ‚’ไธ€ๆœ›ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๅŸŽใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใฎ้–€ใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใŒๆณจ็›ฎใ—ใŸใฎใฏใใ“ใ ใ€‚ ่ƒŒ็ญ‹ใซใ€ๅคขใงไฝ“ๆ„Ÿใ—ใŸๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใŒ่ตฐใฃใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ–็ทšใฎๅ…ˆใซใฏใ€็œŸใฃ้ป’ใ„่กฃๆœใ‚’็€ใฆใ€ๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๅŒ…ๅธฏใง่ฆ†ใฃใŸๅฐ‘ๅนดใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚้–€ใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่ถณใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใ€ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใซใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‡ชใซใฏๅฝผใฎ่กฃๆœใซ่ฆ‹่ฆšใˆใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€่ฆ‹่ฆšใˆใฉใ“ใ‚ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ๅญฆ็”Ÿใ ใฃใŸๅฝผใซใจใฃใฆๆœ€ใ‚‚่ฟ‘ใ—ใ„่กฃๆœใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅญฆใƒฉใƒณ......!? ใพใ•ใ‹ใ€ไฟบใจๅŒใ˜......!ใ€ ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ€‚ใƒ–ใƒฌใ‚ถใƒผๅˆถๆœใ ใฃใŸๅ‡ชใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅŒใ˜ๅˆถๆœใฎใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏๅฝ“็„ถ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็•ฐไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆไธ€ๅˆ‡่ฆ‹ใชใใชใฃใŸๅˆถๆœๅงฟใฎไบบ้–“ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‰ใซ็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๅฝผใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใ€้ฉšๆ„•ใซ็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆ…Œใฆใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณๅงฟใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใจๅŒใ˜็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎไบบ้–“ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†่€ƒใˆใŒใ€ๅฝผใ‚’็ชใๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใใฃ......ใฏใใฃ......ใฏใใฃ......!ใ€ ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎไบบ้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅœงๅ€’็š„ใซ้€ŸใๅปŠไธ‹ใ‚’้ง†ใ‘ๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ‡ชใ€ใ ใŒๆœฌไบบใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ‚‚ใฃใจ้€Ÿใ! ใจ้€ธใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใใ‚Œใšใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้šŽๆฎตใ‚’้ง†ใ‘ไธ‹ใ‚Šใฆใ€็Ž„้–ขใพใงๅ…จๅŠ›ใง่ตฐใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆญฃ้ข็Ž„้–ขใธ็ถšใๅคงใใชๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆใ€ๅค–ใธใจ้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใƒใƒฉใƒณใ‚นใŒๅดฉใ‚Œใฆๅ‰ใฎใ‚ใ‚Šใซใคใ‚“ใฎใ‚ใฃใŸใŒใ€็„ก็†็Ÿข็†ไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใฆๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใฎ้–€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏ้–€็•ชใฎๅ…ตๅฃซใจๅฃ่ซ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใŒ็ขบใ‹ใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ฟ‘ใใซๆฅใฆ็ขบไฟกใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ ......!ใ€ ใพใŸๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ™ใ้–€ใพใง่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€ใ‚ˆใฃใฝใฉ้€ธใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€้–€็•ชใฎๅ…ตๅฃซใ‚’ๆŠผใ—้€€ใ‘ใฆๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ใŒใ‚€ใ—ใ‚ƒใ‚‰ใซ่ตฐใฃใฆใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€่’ใ„ๅ‘ผๅธใซ่ƒธใŒ่‹ฆใ—ใใชใฃใฆใ€่†ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไป˜ใๆฏใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚้ก”ใŒไธ‹ใ‚’ๅ‘ใใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซๆฑ—ใŒใฝใŸใฝใŸใจ่ฝใกใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ้ ญไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰ๆตดใณใ›ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใใฎๅฃฐใฏใ€ๅ‡ชใ‚’ๅ‹‡่€…ใ ใจ็ขบไฟกใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅฃฐ้Ÿณใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‡ชใฏ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ€ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใŸใฎใฏใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸๅทฆ็›ฎใฎ็„กใ„ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณๅงฟใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใ€‚ ๅ‡ชใฏๅ ชใ‚‰ใš็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ.........ใ‚ใ‚โ€•โ€•โ€•ไฟบใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใ !ใ€ ่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจ่Šนๆฒขๅ‡ชใ€‚ ๆญฃๅๅฏพใฎๅขƒ้‡ใง็•ฐไธ–็•Œใธใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸไบŒไบบใฎ
Encounter When I wake up, the very first thing I feel is a weight of someone around my waist, and my wet left arm that feels cold the moment morning wind touches it. Still laying down, when I turn my face toward my left arm, I can see my left arm that has become sticky because of the sticking drool around it. When I swing my left arm to shake off the drool, some of it splatters at my face. I unintentionally let out a sigh. When I sit straight, exactly just as I thought, around my waist, there's Leila-chan who is burying her face on it. Her face is bright red and her flushed body is covered by sweats. Moreover, her expression has gone blank, her red eyes are blankly wide open, and her red tongue is slovenly sticking out from her opened mouth. When I see her convulsing in agony, this is the result huh, or so I thought. "Ahee... ehehehe... amazing... you were very amazing, Kitsene-kun... I, I, I thought I was going to break... ufufu, ufufufu...." "It would be the best if you just go break yourself as it is, though." "Ahn." Pulling out my legs that are under the feebly laying Leila-chan, I get off the bed and stand up. In doing so, Leila-chan's body crumbled to the bed, she lets out some flirtatious voices but I decided to ignore her. I'm sure she'll recover soon, after all. When I look around, seems like everyone other than I and Leila-chan are still sleeping. I usually woke up pretty early, but since yesterday I'd slept when I was fainted, seems like I wake up earlier than usual. Even the sky is still dim, clock-wise, perhaps it's around 4:30 AM. "Well then... what should I do, I wonder... kuu~... haa." I've woke up already so it can't be helped, I stretch my body while murmuring so. And suddenly, I remember that there's bath in this inn. Also, the fact that I haven't entered it yesterday. "Bath, shall I take one, I wonder." I don't know whether we are allowed to enter it at this kind of time, but since like this I have nothing to do after all, so I think it won't be hurts to go there and ascertain it. It would be good if I can enter it, and even if I can't, well, at least I can use it to keep myself awake. I've heard that taking a bath right after woke up was bad for health, but since I've never enter it even once thus far, well, it shouldn't be that bad, I think. "Ah, I'm going as well." "Your recovery is too fast, just laying down for a bit longer." "Ya~, since you won't let me to rest all night long, my body is dripping with sweat." "Not not letting you to rest, but you just licked me all night long, didn't you? At least, I was sleeping this whole time." What kind of joke is this lustful demon says. Nevertheless, even if I tell her to stay here, I'm sure she'll still follow me there. Even if she's a demon, as a girl, seems like she still dislike to be reeks of sweat, doesn't she? Men and women bath are separated, after all, so there should be no problem, right? "Haa... fine, let's go to the bath then." "Yaay, Taking bath with Kitsune-kun." Going to the bathroom, I and Leila-chan leave the room. Since I don't know where the bathroom is, so for now I'll just wander around the hallway. It's wider than the one at Miniera, as expected, the difference of the countries, I think? Perhaps the territory is also vast, right? It's a military country, after all. "What is it?" "Is hero strong? Even stronger than me?" "Who knows... well, since it seems like he has the prowess to slay the demon lord, so perhaps he may even be able to defeat you, Leila-chan." Or rather, just kill her already. Well, it hasn't even been one month ever since the hero came to this world, after all, so perhaps he still isn't that strong, right? Even at my first week here, I hadn't become any much stronger, after all. As long as he doesn't have an absurdly high initial specs, I think right now he's still considerably weak. Currently, I'm sure Leila-chan is still way stronger than him, right? "... ah, seems like it's here." While chatting about that, I finally find the bathroom. As I thought, men and women are separated, I think I've never felt this happy to know the fact that the men and women's bath are separated. Seems like the bath is open 24/7, we can even enter it right now. How lucky. "Well then, Leila-chan, you go to be women's bath. I'll go to the men's bath." "Eh~, I want to enter it together with you, Kitsune-kun. Around this time, there should be no one around, after all, right?" "No means no, that would lead to trouble, after all." "What kind of trouble is there?!" "Moral trouble!" I'll abide the rule, sure, taking bath together with a cutie like Leila-chan is a fascinating temptation, but I'll still abiding the rule. As an earnest and proper man, I'll strictly follow the rule. Well, to be honest, I simply don't want to enter it together with Leila-chan, though. "Come on, just obediently enter there." "Muu... got it." Reluctantly, Leila-chan enters the women's bath. Confirming that, I enter the men's bath. The dressing room is unexpectedly spacious, and it seems like there's no one here when I look around. There's no clothes put there so there should be no one there, right? When I enter it, the room is pretty vast. There's no shower but there's a place with waterway to wash our body. There're even buckets provided by the inn, after using soap onto our body and hair, we can rinse it off with the water from the waterway. Since it uses the same water as the bathtub, so I think that there might be some foams there, but, it seems like, using a magic tool with purification effect, they keep the water at the bathtub and the one that is used to wash our body to be still in clean condition and ready to use anytime. Amazing, as expected of fantasy world. "For now, let's wash my body first." Sitting on the stool at the area to wash our body, I wash my body with the soap that has been provided there. Perhaps since I haven't taken any bath for more than a week, with the oil and dust that have been accumulated at my sticky hair and body, I feel like I need to wash it two or three times over, but once I'm done on it, my body feels very refreshed. 'Kitsune-kun, are you there~?' "....." And then, I can hear Leila-chan's voice that come from the women's area that is separated by a wall from men's area. Well, since the part above the wall is connected, so it isn't strange that I can hear it, huh. Perhaps, there's only Leila-chan at the other side, right? For now, let's just ignore her. 'what, if you're there then you should just answer me." "... how could you know?" 'Aha, if I spread my miasma, I can sense the area around me to a certain extent." "What's up with that enemy detection ability." When I look closely, I can surely see black miasma blended in the steam. She sensed my presence here with it, huh. '...the backward is it has no vision ability though~....' "Don't say it as if that's really something disappointing." If it has vision ability, wouldn't it become the ultimate peeping skill? "...ha~...." For now, I'll just ignore Leila-chan and enter the bathtub. Feeling the sensation that my accumulated fatigue is being washed off, I unintentionally let out a sigh. I think that's quite a bit bad manner, but here I'm all alone after all, so it's fine, right? 'Kit~su~ne~ku~n?' With Leila-chan's voices as the BGM, I enjoy this soothing time. The time I hardly could get in my broken daily live, it feels very great. "What's up, Kitsune-kun, are you sleepy?" "...why are you here?" Before I noticed it, Leila-chan is suddenly at my side already. I think she jumped across the wall using her absurdly high physical ability, but I really hope her to don't ever do it, though. Do you realize it, I wonder? The one that tired me to most were you, Leila-chan. So please don't disturb my hard to get soothing time. "Aha, we're all alone together...." "...seems like you're unusually not in heat, aren't you?" "I've enjoyed you all night long after all, so for now I'll endure myself." The so called refractory time, huh. After licking my left arm all night long, for the time being her desire has been satisfied, huh. Well, anyhow, I'm sure she'll return to her lustful self in no time, after all. I hope she'll stay docile around this bathing time, though. "...you're right." Even though Leila-chan is right next to me, there's no slight thought to take a peek at her. Perhaps it isn't because she's a monster, but because my body wants to fully enjoy this rare relaxing time, right? After that, I and Leila-chan continue to stay inside the bathtub for a little longer in silence. Ah, somehow, I feel like I really want to pet Lulu-chan. * When we return to our room, Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan are already awake. Seemingly preparing for today's plan, Lulu-chan is sticking her hand into her tunic's sleeve, and Rishe-chan is tying up Lulu-chan's hair into round. When both of them notice my presence, they bashfully float strained smiles. "So you just took a bath, Kitsune." "Yes, I'm back." Greeting them briefly, I approach Finia-chan who's still asleep. And then, I call out to her while poking her stomach with my finger. Finia-chan won't wake up unless I do so, after all. "Finia-chan, wake up." "I... who... who am I?! Ha!... morning! Kitsune-san!" "Yo, morning." Today's story is about a man who lost his memories, huh. Finia-chan, you sure got numerous strange dreams every night, huh. Nevertheless, with this everyone is awake. Should I go meet the hero immediately, I wonder? I don't know when he would leave this country after all, so I better go and meet him as soon as possible. "Well then... I and Finia-chan will go to the castle. The rest of you can just play around as much as you want. Well, if you want to take a request, then you can also go to the guild, though." "Got it." "Fine then, Finia-chan... shall we get going?" "Yes! Hero hunting, right!?" "Wait, not hunting, but meeting him." Finia-chan is also seemingly full of spirit. Just to make sure, she won't really hunt him, right? I really hope she won't do it, that's won't be funny even as a joke, after all. But, well, taking along such anxiety, we start moving. The goal is to meet the person who came from another world, the hero, Wearing my gakuran again, placing Finia-chan at my shoulder, and finally placing the fox mask at my head. After I've got into my usual state, I open the door again, and leave the room. Well then, let's meet the hero. * * * Ever since he woke up, Serizawa Nagi was attacked by a somewhat strange feeling. His heart wouldn't calm down, but, rather than a bad premonition, it was more like an omen that there was something coming up. Ever since he came to this world, there were times when he felt such feeling. When he was practicing, especially when he was fully concentrating, he could somewhat sense what would happen next. He didn't possess {Intuition} skill, but seems like his sixth sense was also strengthened because of the summoning effect. There was something coming. Slowly, he felt that there was something approaching him. "...I've also felt it even in my dream." And then, at the dream he just had in his sleep, he even felt a similar feeling like the one he was currently facing. The subjects were pretty much something like this. Inside a pitch black space, he could hear footsteps that were steadily approaching him from his rear, but when he turned around, there was no one there. And the moment he was bewildered, his neck was strangle by a hand. Moreover, a bone only hand without any flesh. And then, when he turned his neck and looking at his rear, the one he saw there wasn't a human, but a shinigami. Human's skeleton that wore pitch black clothes, and then, its right eye was glaring at him. Nagi felt a very intense chills and fear at his spine, and immediately woke up. "...wh, what was that... that one-eyed shinigami...." Murmuring so, he tried to wipe off the uneasy feeling in his heart. Intending to change a pace, Nagi opened the curtain of his room, after that he opened the window and deeply inhaled the morning breeze. Just a bit, his feeling had calmed down. "Hmm?" And then, he looked down through the window. Nagi and Cecil's room was located at a comparatively high place. Therefore, he could see the whole town if he looked down through the window, and he also could see the castle's entrance from there. And Nagi noticed something there. At his back, chills ran through it similarly like the one he felt in his dream. At the end of his sight, there was a youth who wore a pitch black clothes, with his left eye covered in bandages. Walking toward castle's entrance while floating faint smile at his face. And then, looking at that clothes, that was something he knew about. No, rather than knew, as a student, that was a very familiar clothes for him. "Gakuran...!? Could it be, he's similar like me...!" Gakuran. Nagi's uniform was a blazer, but since it was similarly a uniform so he obviously knew about it. Ever since he came to this world, Nagi never saw anyone who wore a school uniform, but that youth suddenly appeared there right before his eyes. Nagi's expression was, full in surprise with eyes opened wide. And then, comprehending that, he hurriedly left the room. The youth who wore gakuran, Nagi was excited by the thought that that youth might be someone that also came from similar world as he was. "Haa... haa... haa...!" From the onlookers view, Nagi was running through the hallway with an outstanding speed, however Nagi himself had a strong urge to move any second faster! Running down the stairs, he ran toward the entrance with all his might. And then, opening the giant gate, he rushed out the gate. His balance was crumbled and almost fell upfront, but he forcefully readjusted his posture and looked at the entrance's gate. The one there was gatekeeper knights who were quarreling with the youth who wore gakuran. When he looked there closely to ascertain it... "As I thought, a gakuran...!" And then, Nagi dashed out again toward the entrance, perhaps he couldn't control his excitement, he hurriedly ran there and stopped right before the youth who was being restrained by the gatekeepers. Because he recklessly ran there, his breathing was rough and his chest was painful, he place his hands on his knees and then readjusting his breathing. Facing downward, sweats were dripping down from his face. "--Are you, perhaps the hero?" That voices that came from above his head, were words as if ascertaining whether Nagi was the hero or not. Nagi raised his face, and looked at the youth. The one before him was a youth wearing gakuran who floated a fainted smile and had lost his left eye. Nagi answered him while unable to endure his smile. "Haa... haa... yes... I'm the hero!" Naginata Kitsune and Serizawa Nagi. The two other worlder (irregular) who came to another world at a completely different circumstances, they finally met each other.
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ไฝฟๅพ’Vsๅ‹‡่€… ใ€Œใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟ......่ชฐใ ......!?ใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซไฝ‡ใ‚€ใ€่‡ช็„ถ็ฝๅฎณใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใช็จ‹ใจ่จ€ใ†ในใใ€ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒๆฒˆ้ป™ใ‚’็ฆใ˜ๅพ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸไธญใงใ€้œ‡ใˆใ‚‹ๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๆŽ ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅฃฐใง็ตžใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฎๅ–‰ใฏใใฎไธ€่จ€ใ‚’็ดกใŽใ ใ™ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ไธ€ๆฐ—ใซใ‚ซใƒฉใ‚ซใƒฉใซๆžฏใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ไบŒใฎๅฅใ‚’็ดกใใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅฏงใ‚่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ดกใŽๅ‡บใ™ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸๆ™‚็‚นใง่ค’ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏ็ฅžใ€…ใ—ใใ€ใใ—ใฆๅœงๅ€’็š„ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ใŒๅœงๅ€’็š„ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ŽๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ€ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏ็›ธๅฏพใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใงใฏๆŠŠๆกๅ‡บๆฅใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใฏใ€Žๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใ€? ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚้•ใ†ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใŒใ€ๅ‡ช้”ใŒไธ€็›ฎใง็†่งฃใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใชใพใงใฎใ€Žๅญ˜ๅœจใ€ใฎๅทฎใ ใ€‚ใ€Žๆ ผใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ๆ ผใŒ้•ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใญ......่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใŒ้…ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ไฟ—ไธ–้–“ใฎใ“ใจใซใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ฉณใ—ใใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซใ‚‚่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‡ช้”ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏๆ„ใซใ‚‚ไป‹ใ•ใšๆทกใ€…ใจใ—ใŸๅฃ่ชฟใงใใ†่จ€ใ†็™ฝใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่‹ฅๅนฒๅงฟๅ‹ขใ‚’ๆญฃใ—ใ€้œฒ่‰่‰ฒใฎ็žณใงๅ‡ช้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใฎใพใพๅทฑใฎ่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉ......ๅบๅˆ—็ฌฌไบŒไฝใ€Žไฝฟๅพ’ใ€ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใจ็”ณใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใžใ€ใŠ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŠใใ‚’ใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅทฑใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅบๅˆ—ไบŒไฝใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใชใ‚“ใฎๅบๅˆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ใ€Žไฝฟๅพ’ใ€ใจๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏๅฝผๅฅณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไธŠใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ๅฎŸใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒไบบ้–“ใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใ‹ใ‚‰้€ธ่„ฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ€ๅ‡ช้”ใซๅซŒใงใ‚‚็†่งฃใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ™‚ใ€่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใซใฏ่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใงใ™ใ‹? 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ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใŒ้ŽๅŽปใซๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸๅ‹‡่€…้”ใจใ€ไปŠใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใจใงใฏใ€ไฝ•ใŒ้•ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใซใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใใฎ็ญ”ใˆใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใงใฏใชใใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใชใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ ใจใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใฏไฝ•ใ ? ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ๅ‡ชใซใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใฎ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿใงใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅพ—ใฆใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใ ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใซๅฟœใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅ‹‡่€…ใซใชใ‚ใ†ใจๆฑบๆ„ใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใฎใกใฃใฝใ‘ใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใซใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹็ญˆใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซ็ฐกๅ˜ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใงใ™ใ€‚็งใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹่ฒดๆ–นใ‚’ใ€ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ™ใ€ ๆบใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ‡ชใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ้’็™ฝใ„็จฒๅฆปใฎๆงใ‚’ๅ›žใ™ใ€‚่ฉฑใฏ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใใฎๅฃใ‚’้–‰ใ–ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎ้’็™ฝใ„็จฒๅฆปใŒ็ฉบๆฐ—ใซๆ‘ฉๆ“ฆ้Ÿณใ‚’้Ÿฟใ‹ใ›ใ€็”ฒ้ซ˜ใ„้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆไธ€็žฌใ€่†จๅผตใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใใฎๅ…ˆ็ซฏใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝ—ๆ˜Ÿใฎๆง˜ใชๅ…‰ใŒไธ€้–ƒใ€ๆ”พใŸใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅ…‰ใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใงๆ”พใŸใ‚ŒใŸใใฎ้–ƒๅ…‰ใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใŒใ€ๆœชใ ใซ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซๆบใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅ‡ชใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่ฟซใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒ!?ใ€ ใ ใŒใƒŠใ‚ฎใซๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‹ๅฏธๅ‰ใงใ€ใใฎๅฝ—ๆ˜Ÿใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใซ้˜ปใพใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎๅฑ•้–‹ใ—ใŸ็ต็•Œใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅณๅธญใฎ็ต็•Œใ ใฃใŸๆ•…ใ‹ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใฎ็ ดๅฃŠๅŠ›ใŒๅœงๅ€’็š„้ŽใŽใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏใใฎไธกๆ–นใฎ็†็”ฑใง็ต็•ŒใŒ็ •ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็ต็•Œใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใ‚’้˜ฒใใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใšใจใ‚‚ใ€้€ธใ‚‰ใ™ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๅ‡ชใฎๅฟƒ่‡“ใ‚’็‹™ใฃใŸ่ปŒ้“ใฏ้€ธใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ‡ชใฎๅทฆ่‚ฉใ‚’ๆ’ƒใกๆŠœใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใใฃ......ใƒƒ......!?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅคงไบบใ—ใใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠๆฒปใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ่Œซ็„ถใจใ—ใฆใ„ใฆ่บฑใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅ‡ชใฏใ€่‚ฉใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใฆ่†ใ‚’ๅœฐ้ขใซ็€ใใ€‚ ใใ“ใธใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒ่ฟ‘ใฅใใ€ๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใซๅฟƒใ‚’่จฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใงใฏๅ”ๅŠ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ไพ‹ใˆๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ้›ขใ—ใŸๅŽŸๅ› ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใงไบบใŒๆญปใฌใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้Žใ”ใ›ใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏๅ†ท้…ทใซใฏใชใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏใ€็›ดใใซๅ‡ชใฎ่‚ฉใฎๅ‚ทใ‚’ๅกžใใ€‚ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๆฒปใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚็—›ใฟใŒๅผ•ใใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใซใฏๆฒปใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......่ปฝใ„ไธ€ๆ’ƒใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅ‡Œใใจใฏๆ€ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใใ„ใคใฏใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚‚......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใฏๆฌกใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆœฌๆฐ—ใง่กŒใใพใ™ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใฉใ†ใžใ€ ่ˆใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‡ชใฏๅ‹‡่€…ไบ‘ใ€…ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซใ€ๅ‘ฝใฎๅฑๆฉŸใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆ›ฟใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฒทใ„ๆ›ใˆใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใใ€็›ดใใซใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใ‚’ๅฑ•้–‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใšใฏใ€ใ‚ใฎ็จฒๅฆปใฎๆงใ‚’ใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€็จฒๅฆปใฎๆงใฏๆถˆใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใฃ......ใใฎๆง......ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใชใ„ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใฃ......ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€ๆญคๆ–นใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅˆถ้™ใ™ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใฟใŸใ„ใงใ™ใญ......็งใฎๆงใŒๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ไธๆ€่ญฐใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใงใ™ใŒ......ใ‚ณใƒฌใฏใ€ŽๅŠ›ใ€ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ใ€Žๆญฆๅ™จใ€ใงใ™ใ€ ใใ†ใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏๅ‡ชใฎใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅคงใใไธŠๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๅฐใ˜ใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ็ฅžใ‚’่‘ฌใ‚‹็‚บใฎๆญฆๅ™จ......ใ€Ž ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€ไธ–็•Œใฎๅ‡่กกใ‚’ไฟใคใŸใ‚ใซ......ใ€ ๅ‡ชใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ทใƒซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚‚ใ€ไธ€ๅฟœใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจใƒซใƒซใ‚‚ใ€ๆˆฆใ†ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฏพๅณ™ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€็™ฝใ„ไฝฟๅพ’ใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ้’็™ฝใ„็จฒๅฆปใ‚’ๅ›žใ—ใฆใ€้™ใ‹ใซๅ‘Šใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใ‚’โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ™ใ€
Apostle vs. Hero [You... Who are you...?!] The Hero said so. While everyone else couldn't help but keep their mouth shut in the face of the white girl standing in front of them wielding overwhelming power that could be said to be equivalent to a natural disaster, he moved his trembling lips and squeezed out these words in a hoarse voice. His throat wound up withering dry at once just from putting together those few words. He couldn't put together a second line. No, if anything, perhaps he should be praised for being able to put together those words. That was just how divine and overwhelming the white girl in front of them was. As for what was overwhelming, it wasn't her{prowess} . Such a thing wasn't something that could be grasped simply by standing face to face. Then{intimidating air} ? That was not it, either. No, that was partly true, but what Nagi and the others understood at a glance was the overwhelming difference in{existence} . You could call it{rank} . Her rank was simply in another league. [You are right... I'm late to introduce myself. As I'm not very well versed in worldly matters.] Then, the white girl said so to Nagi and the others, who were cornered mentally as well, in a nonchalant tone of voice, not caring about such things. She straightened her posture slightly, stared fixedly at Nagi and the others with her dayflower-colored eyes, and opened her mouth. And then, still showing no expression on her face, she began to introduce herself. [My name is Stella... A second-rank{Apostle} Stella. Pleased to make your acquaintance.] She told them her name was Stella. She also said that she was second in the ranking order. It was unknown what kind of rank it was, but she called herself an{apostle} . It made Nagi and the others understand, even if they didn't want to, the fact that there were beings above her and that she had deviated from the realm of humanity. [... In these situations, aren't you supposed to introduce yourself back when someone introduces themselves to you? Or I wonder if it's just my misconception....] [!... Y, yeah... I'm Serizawa Nagi, the Hero.] [Serizawa Nagi... I see, well then, Hero Serizawa... I shall hereby purify you.] Upon hearing Nagi's name, Stella once again held up her pale lightning spear. Even as they caught their breath at that mass of lightning, from which they could sense a torrent of overwhelming power, Nagi and the others quickly held up their weapons. And then, before Stella could make a move, Nagi opened his mouth. They couldn't fight without knowing who the girl in front of them was, what her purpose was in confronting them and what this purification was. After all, as the other party was overwhelmingly stronger than him, depending on the reason, there was a possibility that they would be able to settle it even without having to engage in a battle. Even though during the case with Kitsune, he swung his fist at him without properly listening to what he had to say, Nagi seemed to have learned to grasp the situation to some extent. [P, purify... Just what do you mean by that?] [Ah... Come to think of it, that boy asked me the same thing.] [... Boy?] Nagi bought time by prolonging the conversation. After all, the more time they had, the more they could think of a way out of this situation. He wasn't very good at exercising ingenuity. That was why he would buy time for Cecil, Sieg, and the others to think of a way out of this situation. This was what Cecil told Nagi after they left the Grandile Kingdom. If we run into an opponent stronger than us, please do so, she said. As he put it into practice, perhaps it worked, Stella came on board with the conversation. [Yes, before I came here... When I dropped by the place called Grandile Kingdom, I met a boy with one eye missing.] [! D, don't tell me... Was it, Kitsune-senpai?] [I didn't ask his name, but... The demon he was with called him{Kitsune-kun} , so I think he's probably the boy you're thinking of.] Nagi's eyes were wide open upon knowing that Kitsune had also met the girl in front of them. No, it wasn't just Nagi. Cecil, as well as Finia and Lulu, had their eyes wide open at the astonishing revelation. That{weakest adventurer} , Kitsune, had met the opponent that they would not be able to match even if they were to work together. It was only natural that they would be curious about what happened there. [Did you, fight?] [Yes.] [Kitsune-san is... Is Kitsune-san safe?!] [You're... An idea-type fairy, I believe? ... Yes, he should be alive for the time being.] When Finia stepped forward and asked Kitsune's safety with a pale expression, Stella replied, still with a blank expression on her face. And then, upon hearing that answer, Finia breathed a sigh of relief. Lulu, too, was relieved. However, Nagi had other things running on his mind. Of course, it wasn't that he felt disappointed that Kitsune wasn't dead. He simply was astonished at the fact that Kitsune had survived the fight against the girl in front of them. Even though he didn't feel like losing, even if the he from back when he was in his former world were to fight against Kitsune, he just couldn't understand why and how Kitsune was able to survive against her. [Let's get back to the matter at hand... The arrival of visitors from another world to this world has ended up creating a spatial distortion in this world, and I am here to purify the cause of that distortion, the otherworldly people. Simply put, I am here to remove you from this world and restore the equilibrium of this world.] Then, to the astonished Nagi, Stella confronted him with an even more astonishing fact. In other words, she was saying: {I've come here to kill the Hero, who is an otherworldly person} . [I don't get, what you mean by that...! I just want to defeat the demon lord and save the people!] [I couldn't care less about such a thing. If I have to put it from my point of view, your very existence is harmful to this world. Besides, I have felt it from when I took a look at you for the first time, but... You, are you really a{Hero} ?] [!?! W, what do you want to say...!] Nagi was shaken. Not for being told that he was harmful to this world. But for being asked: Are you really a{Hero} ? Because that was what Kitsune had told him too. --Which part of you is that of a{Hero} ? --You, are you really a{Hero} ? He was told the same thing by two different people, Kitsune, who was similarly an otherworldly person, and Stella, who made him feel an overwhelming difference in rank. Why he was told that he was no Hero, even though he earnestly wished to save people as a Hero, that was what shook Nagi's heart the most. [No... Other than you, I have also faced several Heroes who have been summoned in the past, but... I feel that there is a large difference between you and them. Like, in your fundamental nature.] [Na, ture...?] [Let me see... The Heroes I have met in the past didn't{try to save people} . However, you are different. You are{trying to save people} ... Simply put, yes... You are{trying to be a good person} , I should say.] The one who saved people was a Hero. That was what Nagi thought, but was it mistaken? What was the difference between the Heroes Stella had met in the past and the current one, him? Nagi didn't know, he didn't know the answer to that question. Stella said. You were not a Hero, you were a man trying to become a Hero. Then what was a Hero? What was it that made a Hero a Hero? Nagi didn't understand. There was no way that a tiny boy, just a high school student who gained a little bit of power, was told he was a Hero, and decided to be a Hero to live up to the expectations of those around him, could possibly understand. Because a Hero wasn't such an easy existence to be. [Well, such a thing doesn't really matter. I am only here to purify you, an otherworldly person.] Facing the shaken Nagi, Stella spun around the pale lightning spear. As if stating that the conversation was over, Stella closed her mouth. And then, the moment Stella's pale lightning gave rise to a frictional sound in the air and made a high-pitched sound, it expanded. Then a flash of light like a comet was shot out from its tip. That flash strike, fired at the speed of light, loomed toward Nagi, who was still mentally shaken. [Nagi-sama!] [!?] But just as it was about to hit Nagi, the comet strike was blocked by something. It was a barrier that Cecil had deployed. However, the barrier was shattered, either because it was an improvised barrier, or the destructive power of Stella's strike was simply too overwhelming, or both. Nevertheless, although it failed to block Stella's strike, the barrier seemed to succeed in deflecting it, and the trajectory aimed at Nagi's heart was diverted and shot through Nagi's left shoulder. [Aghh... !... !?] [... Be quiet, I'll heal you now.] Stunned and unable to evade it, Nagi fell on his knees to the ground, holding down his shoulder. There, Finia approached him and activated her healing magic. It wasn't that she had relaxed her guard around the Hero, but she had said she would cooperate with them in battle, and Finia was not so coldhearted as to let someone die in front of her eyes, even if it was the cause that pulled her part from Kitsune. And then, Finia's healing magic immediately closed up the wound on Nagi's shoulder. Although not completely healed, the pain receded and it had recovered to the extent that it could be moved somewhat. [... It might be a light blow, but I never expected you would be able to survive it.] [Why, thank you....] [Then next time I will go at you a little more seriously. If you want to do something, go ahead.] Pulled out his newly purchased sword, he immediately deployed the{Ray of Hope} . That was because he thought first of all, he had to do something about that lightning spear. However, in spite of the fact that the{Ray of Hope} had been activated, the lightning spear did not disappear. [Wha... That spear... Is it, not a skill?] [Hmm... It seems to be a power that restricts the power of this side, is it not? ... You seem to be in a wonder as to why my spear hasn't disappeared, but... This is not a{power} , it is a{weapon} of this kind.] Even if that wasn't the case, Stella's status far exceeded that of Nagi. So even if he were to seal her skills, it held no meaning. [Besides, this is a weapon for burying God... {God-Slaying Lightning} . You will not be able to suppress it with ordinary power.] [Well then, in order to maintain the equilibrium of the world....] It was not just Nagi. Cecil, Sieg, Sylphy, and more or less, Finia and Lulu were also getting ready to fight. Facing them was the white apostle. Stella spun around the pale lightning and quietly announced. [I shall -- purify you.]
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ๅฅด้šทใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณ ใƒซใƒซ ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฐใ•ใชๅฐ่ข‹ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ‚ใฎ่ข‹ใฎไธญใซใŠ้‡‘ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซ็ฐกๅ˜ใซๆƒ…ๅ ฑๆไพ›ใงใŠ้‡‘ใŒ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅ˜˜ใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใงใ‚‚ใŠ้‡‘ใŒ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใช? ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่žใ„ใฆใฟใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ˜˜็™บ่ฆ‹ๅ™จ็š„ใช้ญ”ๅฐŽๅ…ทใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆตฎๆฐ—่ฉฑใซไฝฟใˆใใ†ใ ใชใ€ๆณฅๆฒผใ ใญใ€‚ใพใไบ›ใ‹้ซ˜ไพกใชไปฃ็‰ฉใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€่ชฐใงใ‚‚ใปใ„ใปใ„ใจไฝฟใˆใ‚‹้ญ”ๅฐŽๅ…ทใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ้ญ”ๅฐŽๅ…ทใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใจใฃใฆ้ฝŽใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใซไป•ๅˆ†ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่จณใ ใ€‚ๅ˜˜ใ‹ใ€็œŸใ‹ใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใŒ่ฒทใ„ๅ–ใ‚Š้‡‘ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใฏไปฅไธŠใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰้•ทใซๅ ฑๅ‘Šใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€ๆ—ฉๆ€ฅใซๆœ็ดข้šŠใ‚’็ทจๆˆใ—ใฆใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒๆœชใ ๆฃฎใฎไธญใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆƒ…ๅ ฑๆไพ›ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ†้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใฆใ€ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๅ‡บใ‚ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่‚ฉใซไน—ใ›ใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŠ้‡‘ใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ ใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่จ€ใฃใŸ้€šใ‚Šๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใŠใ†ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚ŒใฐๅฅณใฎๅญใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใซใคใ„ใฆ่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅคงๅ‰ๆใ ใญใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰็”ทใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ„ใฆๅฅด้šทใŒ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅฅด้šทใ‚’ไฝฟๅฝนใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ็Šฏ็ฝช็š„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฏๅฅด้šทใฃใฆ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใญ......่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€็ฆๆญขใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใ‚’ไฝฟๅฝนใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ไธปไบบใฏๅฅด้šทใฎๆœ€ไฝŽ้™ใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’ไฟ้šœใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ไปฎใซๅฅด้šทใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ๆ‰ฑใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ๅ‡ฆ็ฝฐใŒไธ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใฆใพใ™ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅคงไธˆๅคซใใ†ใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไบบใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใŒไน—ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅญไพ›ใซใ ใฃใฆ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›็š„ใชๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏไป–ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏๅฅด้šทใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€‚ใ†ใƒผใ‚“ใฉใ†ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ไน—ใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใพใใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ—ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅผฑใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๆจฉๅŠ›่€…ใจใ‹ๆ ผไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซ็œผใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅ ชใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใฏๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ณผๅ…ฅใ™ใ‚‹ใŠใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใง?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅฎฟใงๆ–™็†ใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใŠ้‡‘ใŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒๅฎ‰ใไป˜ใใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ไฝœใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใŠใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใฏไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œไฝœใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ......ใปใ‚‰ใ€ไพ้ ผใ‹ใ‚‰ๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใ‚‰็–ฒใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝœใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใƒผใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่จใ—ใ’ใช่กจๆƒ…ใง่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฉๅฝ“ใซใ”ใพใ‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๅ‘ผๅธใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใใญใ€ใจ่ฉ•ไพกใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅƒ•ใ ใ€‚้ญ”ๅฐŽๅ…ทใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใฏๅ˜˜ใ ใจใƒใƒฌใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใœใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็ฅžๅฆ™ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......้ญ”ๅฐŽๅ…ทไฝฟใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใญ? ๆฅใŸ้“ใ‚’ๆˆปใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ƒใฎ่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใชๅบƒ้–“ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๆ€ชใ—ใ’ใซๅƒ•้”ใฎๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ›้”ใฎ่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ“ใจใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใ—ใคใ“ใ„ใจ็‚ญใซใ™ใ‚‹ใžใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€‚่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใžใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ! ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆš‡ใฏใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ใใ‚ŒใงใฏใพใŸใฎใ”ๅˆฉ็”จใ‚’ใŠๅพ…ใกใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใ€ŒใพใŸใญใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ใ‚‚ใ†ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€’ใฃใฆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไฝ™่จˆใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใชใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็œผใŒใพใŸ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚่’ธใ—่ฟ”ใ™ใ“ใจใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅ…จใใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใกใชใฟใซใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซใคใ„ใฆใฏๆœ็ดข้šŠใŒ็™บ่ฆ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ไป–ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใธ็งปๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑไปฃใฎ่ฟ”ๅดใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ“ใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่žใ„ใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ‚‚ใ†็”จไบ‹ใฏๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใฎใงใ€้€€ๆ•ฃ้€€ๆ•ฃใฃใจใ€‚ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใพใšๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใฎไธ‹ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ‰ๆ“ฆใ‚Œ้•ใฃใŸๅฅด้šท้‹ใณ็š„ใชๅผท้ขใฎ็”ทใฎๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸๅ…ˆใ€ใ†ใ‚ใ†ใ‚ใจๆŽขใ—ใฆใฟใŸใ‚‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใ‚’้‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸๅฐ่ปŠใŒ่กจใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใฏ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฃใจ่กจ้€šใ‚Šใซใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ่ฉฆใ—ใซๅปบ็‰ฉใฎ่ฃใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใฟใŸใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใใ‚Œใฃใฝใ„ๅบ—ใ‚’็™บ่ฆ‹ใ€‚้š ใ™ใฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ่ฃใซๅ›žใฃใŸใ‚‰็ฐกๅ˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ€้š ใ›ใฆใ‚‹ใจใฏ่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใฏใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ไธ€่ฆ‹ใ•ใ‚“ใŠๆ–ญใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ‚ƒใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคฑ็คผใ—ใพใƒผใ™ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚„ใ€ใ„ใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ›ใ€‚ใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅพก็”จไปถใง?ใ€ ไธญใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ…ƒๅฑ…ใŸไธ–็•Œใงใ„ใ†ใƒ›ใƒ†ใƒซใฎใƒญใƒ“ใƒผใ‚’ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใฎใฟใซใ—ใŸใฟใŸใ„ใช็ฉบ้–“ใŒๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใฎๅงฟใฏไบบใฃๅญไธ€ไบบ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ใพใๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใฎใŒ้จŽๅฃซๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใจใ ใ—ใญใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใซใใฎ่พบใฏใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ„ใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใˆใ€ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใงใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™! ใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅฅด้šทใ‚’ใŠๆฑ‚ใ‚ใงใ™ใ‹? ๆ€งๅฅด้šท? ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅŠดๅƒๅฅด้šท? ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๆˆฆๅฅด้šทใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ†ใ‚ใ€่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใซๆ€ชใ—ใใ†ใช็”ทใ ใชใ€‚ๅฎขใ ใจ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ™ใใซ้ก”่‰ฒๅค‰ใˆใŸใ€‚ๆ€–ใ„ใญใƒผใ€่ฃ็ต„็น”ใฃใฝใใฆใ€‚ใพใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใฏๅฎขใจๅบ—ๅ“กใฎ็ซ‹ๅ ดใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆตใ—ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๅฎนๅงฟใฏๅ•ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ไบ”ไฝ“ๆบ€่ถณใงใ™ใใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅฅด้šทใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ไบˆ็ฎ—ใฏ้‡‘่ฒจ1ๆžšใพใงๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉ......ใใ†ใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใจใ€ใใ†ใงใ™ใญ......ๅฎŸ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸๆ–นใŒๆ—ฉใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ๅฅฅใธใฉใ†ใž?ใ€ ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใฎ็ซฏใฎๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ๅฅฅใธใจ่ช˜ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ™‚ใจใฏๅคง้•ใ„ใฎ่ƒกๆ•ฃ่‡ญใ•ใ ใชใ€‚ใพใ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ่ช˜ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใพใพใซใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใฎไธญใธๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๅฅฅใธใจๆกˆๅ†…ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่–„ๆš—ใ„้€š่ทฏใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญฉใ‘ใฐใ™ใใซๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใๅบƒใ„็ฉบ้–“ใซๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใ‚’ใฉใ†่กจ็พใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงใใ“ใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใง่จ€ใ†ใจใ“ใ‚ใฎโ€•โ€•โ€• โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒšใƒƒใƒˆใ‚ทใƒงใƒƒใƒ—ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸ ใ‚ฌใƒฉใ‚นใฎๆฆ‚ๅฟตใŒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅ‹•็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚ธใฎๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒๆ•ด็†ๆ•ด้ “ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซไธฆในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ไธญใซใฏ็”ณใ—่จณ็จ‹ๅบฆใซใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใฎๅธƒใงไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆœใ‚’็€ใŸๅฅด้šท้”ใŒใ€ๆš—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใงๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็ถบ้บ—ใซไธฆในใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅฅด้šทใŸใกใ€ใใฎๆ‰‹่ถณใซใฏๆžทใŒๅตŒใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€่บซๅ‹•ใใ™ใ‚‰่จฑใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใฏๆง˜ใ€…ใ€็ญ‹่‚‰ใฎๅผ•ใ็ท ใพใฃใŸๅŠ›ใฎใ‚ใ‚Šใใ†ใช็”ทใฎไบบ้–“ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไปฅไธŠใซ่ƒธใŒๅคงใใใฆใ‚นใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒซใฎ่‰ฏใ„็พŽใ—ใ„ๅฅณใฎไบบ้–“ใ€ใพใ ๅนผใใจใ‚‚ๅฐ†ๆฅใŒๆœŸๅพ…ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚„็พŽๅฐ‘ๅนดใ€ใพใŸไบบ้–“ไปฅๅค–ใซใ‚‚็Œซ่€ณใ‚„็Šฌ่€ณใฎ็”ŸใˆใŸ็ฃไบบใ‚„ไฝฟๅฝนๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†่ชฟๆ•™ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸไธ‹็ดš้ญ”็ฃ็ญ‰ใ€…ๅน…ๅบƒใๅ–ใ‚Šๆ‰ฑใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅๅใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใชใ€ใ“ใ“ใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใฎๅฅด้šทใ‚‚ไธปไบบใซๅพ“้ †ใซ็”Ÿใใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†่จ€ใ„่žใ‹ใ›ใฆ่ชฟๆ•™ใ‚’ๆ–ฝใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ™ใฎใงใ€่ณผๅ…ฅใ—ใฆใ™ใใซๅ‘ฝไปคใซๅพ“ใ„ใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œไฝ†ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใซๅฐ‘ใ€…้ซ˜้กใจใชใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ™......้‡‘่ฒจ1ๆžšใงใฏๅฐ‘ใ—......ใ€ ่ถณไธ‹่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใชใใ“ใฎไบบใ€‚ๅ•†ๅฃฒไบบใจใ„ใˆใฐๅฝ“็„ถใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’็ตžใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใพใไบˆ็ฎ—ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใŒ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹้‡‘้กใ‚’่žใใ‹ใชใ€‚่ฉฑใฏใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅนพใ‚‰ใใ‚‰ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใญ......้‡‘่ฒจใ€3ๆžšใปใฉใ‹ใจใ€ ใ€Œใใ†......ใ€ ่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซใ“ใฃใกใฎไบˆ็ฎ—ๅฝ“ใฆใŸใœใ“ใฎไบบใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใฏๅ•†ไบบใ€็ด ไบบใฎๅƒ•ใจใฏๅนดๅญฃใŒ้•ใ†ใญใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžšใชใ‚‰ๆ‰•ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅ•้กŒใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใฏๅ…จ้กๆ‰•ใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใง่กŒใใพใ™ใ‹ใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅ€คๅผ•ใไบคๆธ‰ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅฃๅ…ซไธๆ‰‹ๅ…ซไธใ˜ใ‚ƒๅคชๅˆ€ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžšใงใ‚ใใ“ใฎๅทจไนณ็พŽๅฅณใ€ ใ€Œๅฝผๅฅณใปใฉใซใชใ‚‹ใจไบบๆฐ—ใงใ™ใฎใง้‡‘่ฒจ10ๆžšใฏ......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒ้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžšใงใ‚ใใ“ใฎ็ญ‹่‚‰ใƒžใƒƒใƒใƒงใ€ ใ€Œๅฝผใฏ่ฒด้‡ใชๅŠดๅƒๅŠ›ใจใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใฎใง้‡‘่ฒจ8ๆžšใฏ......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒ้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžšใงใ‚ใใ“ใฎๅฐ†ๆฅๆœ‰ๆœ›ใใ†ใช็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€ ใ€Œๅฐ†ๆฅๆœ‰ๆœ›ใชใฎใง้‡‘่ฒจ7ๆžšใฏ......ใ€ ใฉใชใ„ใ›ใ‡ใฃใกใ‚…ใ†ใญใ‚“ใ€‚ๅฃฒใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใชใ„ใชใ“ใฎไบบใ€ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ไบบ้–“ๅฃฒใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ใจใชใ‚‹ใจ็ฃไบบใฎๅญใ‹......ใจใฏใ„ใˆ็ฃไบบใ ใจ็”Ÿๆดปใ—ใฆใ„ใใฎใซไบบ้–“ใจๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใŒ้•ใ†ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใชใ......ๆฐ—้›ฃใ—ใใ†ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใฎ็”ทใฏใซใ‚“ใพใ‚Šใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใซใ“ใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠ้‡‘ใซใŠๅ›ฐใ‚Šใชใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ไธ€ใคใฉใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ใใกใ‚‰ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚’ใŠๅฃฒใ‚Šใซใชใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใฏใ‚„ใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใงใฏๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚’ๆ„›็Žฉ็จฎใจใ—ใฆๆ‰ฑใ†ใŠๅฎขๆง˜ใŒๅคšใใชใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ—ใฆใ€้‡‘่ฒจ20ๆžšใง่ฒทใ„ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใใพใ™ใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ“ใฎ็”ทใ€ไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚้ฆฌ้นฟใชใฎใ‹ใช? โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฃฒใ‚‹ใ ใจ? ใ€Œใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ชฟๅญใซไน—ใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใ€ ่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใ“ใฎ็”ทใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ•ตใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ......!?ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€ใ“ใฎ็”ทใฏๆ•ตใ ใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰ๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๆถˆใ—้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ใใพใงๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใซๆฅใŸๅฎขใ ใ€‚็›ฎ็ซ‹ใฃใŸ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆŽงใˆใŸใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฎบใ—ใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ......ใฃ......ใ‹......!?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ“ใฎ็ฃไบบใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใ€้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžšใงๅฃฒใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œ.........!......!ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏ็ฃไบบใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๅ‹•ใ‘ใฆ่ฉฑใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใซ้•ทๅฑ…ใ‚‚ใ—ใŸใใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใŒใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใฎ็”ทใฏๅฃฐใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆ‚ฒ้ณดใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ“ใใ“ใใจๅ…จๅŠ›ใง้ ทใ„ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ“ใจใงใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅคฑ็ฅžใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใใ†ใชใปใฉใ€้ก”ใŒ้’่คชใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่‰ฏใ„ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใ€ ใ€Œใฏใใฃ......! ใฏใใฃ......!ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’่งฃ้™คใ—ใฆใ€ใ•ใฃใใฎใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใซไธ€ไบบใงๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‡„ใไธๆฉŸๅซŒใช้ก”ใซใชใฃใฆใ€้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒ็œผใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใปใฉ่ฟธใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใปใฉๆ€’ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅˆใ‚ใฆ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€่‰ฏใ่€ใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๅ•้กŒใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใฎใฏๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€่€ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ†ใ‚“......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใฎไบบๅซŒใ„ใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏ็งใ‚’ๅฃฒใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎใŸใฃใŸไธ€ไบบใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒŠใƒผใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฎๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใŒใ€ๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใใฎๅพŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็„กไบ‹ๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‹ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใ‹ใ‚‰็ฃไบบใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚’่ฒทใ„ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝขๅผ็š„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ‹ใ€ๅฅด้šท็”จใฎๅฅ‘็ด„้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๆธกใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใจใ„ใ†้ญ”ๅฐŽๅ…ทใงใ€ใ“ใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงไธปๅพ“ใฎๅฅ‘็ด„ใŒ็‚บใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๅตŒใ‚ใŸๅฅด้šทใฏไป˜ใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸไธปไบบใซๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚„ๅ‘ฝไปคใซ่ƒŒใใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€่ฒฐใฃใฆใฏใŠใ„ใŸใŒไป˜ใ‘ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฅด้šทใฎๆง˜ใซๆ‰ฑใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ•ใฆใ€ใพใšใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’็€ใฆใญใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅบ—ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆใ€่ฒทใ„ๅ–ใฃใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’็€ใ›ใŸใ€‚ใƒœใƒญๅธƒๅงฟใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใฆใ‚ใพใ‚Š่‰ฏใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใ‚“ใงใ„ใใ„ใใจ็€ใ›ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่€ƒใˆใšใใ“ใซใ„ใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใฆ่ฒทใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ”นใ‚ใฆ่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏไธญใ€…ๆ•ดใฃใŸๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่Œถ่‰ฒใฎๅคชใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใพใงไผธใณใŸ้•ทใ„้ซชใ€้ ญใซใฏ็Šฌใฎๆง˜ใช่€ณใŒ็”ŸใˆใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€้ซชใ‚’ๆŽปใๅˆ†ใ‘ใฆ็ŠฌใฎๅฐปๅฐพใŒ็”Ÿใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็žณใฏๆดปๅŠ›ใฎๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็žณใ ใŒใ€็ฟก็ฟ ่‰ฒใฎ็ถบ้บ—ใช็žณใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅนด้ฝขใฏๆใ‚‰ใ12ๆญณ็จ‹ใ€่บซ้•ทใ‚‚ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆๆœ€ไฝŽ้™ใฎ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๅนดใฎๅ‰ฒใซๅฐใ•ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚้…ทใ่ฏๅฅขใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........?ใ€ ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’็€ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใใฎ็žณใฎๆดปๅŠ›ใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใใจ็ด ็›ดใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใงใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใฏๅฎฟใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚1ไบบๅˆ†ๅฎฟไปฃๅข—ใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใชใใชใ‚“ใฆ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ......ๅ›ใ€ๅๅ‰ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œ............ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆใ€ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ€ๅ‘ผใณใ‚„ใ™ใใฆใ„ใ„ใญใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฉณใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฏๅฎฟใงๅ…จใฆ่ฉฑใ›ใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚ไปŠใฏใŸใ ใ€ใƒซใƒซใจๅไน—ใฃใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆใ€ๅฎฟใพใง้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใพใ ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚’่ฒทใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒใ€ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆๆก”้ŸณใŒ็ตถๆœ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใคใชใŒใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’......ใ€‚
Lulu the slave girl. After waited for a while, Mia-chan was returned to the room while brought a small pouch. I think perhaps the money was inserted inside that pouch. Nonetheless, if you could get a considerable amount of money with just by offering an information like this, didn't that means you may still be able to get money even with a false information? I asked Mia-chan about it but, she said that there was a magic tool to detect lies. It seems it was used to detect any false information. Well, since that was something considerably expensive, so it seems that wasn't a magic tool which used everywhere. That means, the guild which has this magic tool was able to easily classify any information. Whether it was true, or false. "Then, this is the purchasing money. Is that all the information you have?" "Yes. I certainly accept it." "For now, I'm going to report it to the guild leader, we are going to immediately send an intelligence unit to confirm whether "Red Night" was still inside the forest or not. Thank you for offering us the information." Mia-chan then bowed her head, and opened the door. Maybe that means I should leave right. I with Finia-chan at my shoulder, stood up. Since I have received the money, let's buy a slave like what I have said to Finia-chan. If possible I want it's to be a girl but, as long as it understood the common sense of this world, If that the case, a man is also okay. Nonetheless, I don't know whether slavery is accepted at this world or not. What should I do, I know that enslavement isn't a crime but.... Let's try to ask Mia-chan. "Say, Mia-chan." "What is it?' "Does this country is approving enslavement?" "Let's see... it didn't approved but, it didn't prohibited either. You are permitted to employ a slave but, the master must provide the minimum living necessity for the slave. When you treat your slave harshly, you might receive a punishment from the knight of this country." It seems we are allowed to buy a slave in this country. I also don't have any intention to oppress someone either, since I'm confidence that I may lose to even a kid after all. Attack power wise. Nonetheless, different with this country, there may be a country which prosecute slave. Well, I'll think about that later. Well, I don't have intention to leave this country soon anyway, when I leave this country, let's just prepare it that time. Since I'm weak after all, I might just stood still if I was glared by an influential people or a high leveled adventurers after all. "Do Kitsune-sama are going to buy a slave?" "Yes, I could buy a food at the inn but it would cost quite a sum after all. If that's the case, doesn't it would be cheaper to just hire someone who able to cook? So I thought to buy one." "Do Kitsune-sama couldn't cook?' "I can but... ah that, since I would be exhausted when I returned after finished a quest, I won't feel like make it myself right?" Since Mia-chan somehow look at me dubiously, I adequately swindle her. Since I was used to trick Shiori-chan by told her a lie, so I was quite fond to it. Since there was already no magic tool around, my lie won't be exposed. Or rather, Mia-chan's expression is somehow meek but... she didn't use the magic tool right? It's alright, right? Returning through the entrance, we returned to the usual lively hall through the counter. The adventurers are somehow gazing dubiously to us but, it is nothing like you're thinking you know. If you're too obstinate you might turn into charcoal you know, by Finia-chan. You won't be forgiven you know, by Finia-chan! "Then, I'm leaving. It seems I won't have any time to take a request today." "Yes, then I'll wait for your next visit again." "See you later Mia-chan! Please don't get angry again!" "I am not angry." Finia-chan, don't say some unnecessary thing. Didn't Mia-chan's eyes aren't smiling at all again. Don't summon it back, good grief. Ah, by the way, regarding "Right Night", since the search party couldn't find it at the discovery place, so they tried to search at another place, and it seems they didn't demand for the information reward. That is what I heard. But well, since my business is finished here, let's disperse, disperse. After left the guild, firstly we went to search for a slave dealer's shop. We go to the place where we encountered a fierce-looked man who carried a slave some time ago, and after we aimlessly searched for it around there, we finally found it. There was the cart which used to carrying the slave outside a certain building. Since this country wasn't approving enslavement, so that's why they won't open the shop at the main street right. When I tried to check at the background area somehow I found a slave shop-like building. It seems like being hidden but, we could easily find it if we turn to the back area, I think you couldn't say that it was hidden right? But, I'm grateful to that. I hope I won't become its first costumer though. "Excuse me." "Oh, welcome. What kind of business do you have here?" When I tried to enter and checked the surroundings, there was a lobby-like wide room with a counter, like at a hotel at my original world. I couldn't see any slave there. Well, since the one who come here were at least a knight-sama level after all. As expected they sure thoughtful with that. "I want to buy a slave but, may I?" "Yes, of course! What kind of slave you wish for? Sex slave? Labor slave? Or perhaps battle slave?" Uwah, he is obviously a suspicious man. His expression immediately changed when he know that I'm a customer. How scary, very underground organization-like. Well, I don't like with how he is always staring at Finia-cha but, since our current position are merchant and customer, let's let him be. "Well, I won't inquire the appearance, I just want a slave which healthy physically and able to work immediately. My budget is around one gold coin." "I see... if that's the case, let's see... it would be faster by seeing the slave directly right, please come inside?" Opening the counter's door, he invite me toward the inside. It looked very shady, different than with Mia-chan. Well, whatever though. I walk through the counter as per his invitation, and I was being lead to the inner part. How should I say it, at my original world-- -it feels like a pet shop. Is there no concept of glass? There are some animal's cage-ish thing which are neatly arranged, the slave who are confined inside are wearing a miserably tattered cloth, their expression are looked so gloomy. The slaves who line up neatly, they have shackles at their arms and legs, it seems so that they won't make any havoc. There are various slaves here, a male human with a strong looking tight muscle, a beautiful female human with a good figure and even a bigger boobs than Mia-chan, boys and girls youngster with a promising future, there are also some other than human, like cat eared and dog eared beastman, a trained low class magical beast etc. it seems there are many kind of it. I'm feel like vomiting, here. "Since every slaves here had been properly trained to be obedient to their master, so after you buy them, they would immediately obey you." "But, for such a trained slave... one gold coin is a bit...." This man sure underhand. For a merchant that is something natural but, as expected even if just a bit he want to squeeze out every possible sum right. But well I have the budget, for now let's try to ask about how much money he want. The negotiation start from there. "Approximately how much is it?" "Let's see... Perhaps, around three gold coins." "Oh...." He splendidly guessed my budget, this man. As expected from a merchant, his experience is by far different than an amateur like me. Nonetheless, I don't mind to pay it if it's just at three gold coins. Did here supposed to pay it at full? Even if I try my poor price negotiation, my eloquence won't stand a chance against him. "Then I'll buy that big boobs beautiful woman at three gold coins." "Since slave like her is popular so it is around ten gold coins...." "...Then I'll buy that macho muscle at three gold coins." "Since he is a valuable manpower so it is around eight gold coins...." "...Then I'll buy that young girl with promising future at three gold coins." "Since she has promising future so she is at around seven gold coins...." What's the meaning of it. This man didn't has any intention to sell them at all, at least he didn't have intention to sell a human. If that's the case then the beastman girl huh... nonetheless beatman's livelihood are similar like human but, it seems their treatment are greatly different... how complicated. Thereupon, the slave merchant man is asking me with a complacent smile. "If you are troubled with the money, then how about it? Why don't you sell that fairy over there?" "Wha?" "Oh dear, these days, since there were many customers who fond with fairies, I would buy it at twenty gold coins, how is it?" This man, what is he talking about? Is he an idiot? --Selling Finia-chan you say? "Don't get too cocky." I've greatly understand it, this man is my enemy. "...!?" I can feel that {Eerie Constitution} skill is activated. But I don't mind, this man is an enemy. I don't mind to blow away this place, by Finia-chan. But, in the end I'm just a customer who come here to buy a slave. I want to refrain from any conspicuous act. So that I won't kill him. "A.... ka...!?" "That beastman girl, I could buy her at three gold coins right?" "...! ...!" I judge that it doesn't matter even if she is a beastman. Moreover, I don't want to overstay at this kind of place. When I said that, the slave merchant man was shrieking without any voice and vigorously nodded. It seems since my level had raised, the effect of {Eerie Constitution} is also increased. When {Coercion} was activated, his face was become very pale and looked like he may fainted any moment. What a good sensation. "Then, please." "Haa...! Haa...!" After canceling the skill, I returned to the counter just now by myself. Finia-chan is looked very mad, to the point I could clearly see magic is gushing out from her body. It is the first time Finia-chan is angry like this. But, she excellently endure it. Since it would be bad if we make a ruckus here. "Thanks Finia-chan, to endure it." "Yes... but, I hate that kind of people. Kitsune-san won't sell me right?" "I won't, since Finia-chan is my one and only partner after all." Since Finia-chan is floating a sunflower-like smile, I could calmed down myself like this. Because I love that smile. After that, Kitsune was safely buy the beastman girl slave from the frightened slave merchant man. Whether it was a custom, the man hand over a contract choker to Kitsune. With a magic tool named {Slavery Choker} , it seems by attaching that choker, the master and servant relation would be established. It seems it was intended so that the slave who use the choker can't attack the master who attach it. As for Kitsune, he take the choker but, he has no intention to attach it. Even if she's a slave, he didn't has any intention to treat her like one. "...Then, wear it first." After they left left the store, Kitsune give the school uniform which he wear to the girl who he just bought. Since looking at her wearing a tattered cloth isn't very pleasant after all. Kitsune was crouching and carefully give the cloth. Previously, he was just buy that girl without any thought but, when looked closely, that girl was quite well-featured. A light brown hair which extend to her buttock, a dog like ear at her head, and also a tail which covered by hair. Her eyes were lack of energy and looked like a dead eyes but, it were a jade like beautiful eyes. Her ages perhaps around twelve years old, her height, whether she was given a minimum food since she was a slave, I think she is quite small for her ages. Her body was looked very frail. "...?" Being given the school uniform, the girl was gazing at Kitsune with bewilderment but, as expected there was no energy at her eyes. But, since she obediently follow him when he lead her by hands, for now Kitsune was going to return to the inn. He thought that he may need to rent one more private room. "Ah, that's right... you, what's your name?" "...Lulu Soleil." (ruru*soreiyu) "Lulu-chan right, it's good and easy to call." Kitsune didn't say anything further. The difficult thing, they should just discuss everything of it at the inn. Now he was just walking while holding a hand with a girl named Lulu, leading her toward the inn. But, Kitsune was didn't know it yet. That by buying that girl, it would lead him into his despair at the future....
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้™ใ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ฉบใฏๆš—ใใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใฏ่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚่–„ๆš—ใ„ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ่ฃใงใ€่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็€•ๆญปใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใงๅ€’ใ‚Œไผใ—ใ€ใใฎ้šฃใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏๆๆƒšใจใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’้ก”ใซๅฝ“ใฆใฆๆถŽใ‚’ๆบขใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰็žณใซใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ—ใ€ใ›ใคใชใใ†ใชใซ็œ‰ใŒใƒใฎๅญ—ใ‚’ๆใใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐๅ…จใฆใฎ็”ทใŒๆ€ใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅคšใใฎ็”ทใŒๆฌกใซใ“ใ†ๆ€ใ†ใ€่ฅฒใ„ใŸใ„ใจใ€‚ใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซ่‰ถใ‚„ใ‹ใงใ€ๅฆ–่‰ถใชๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅ…จใ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ไบบ้–“ใฎ่€ƒใˆใ ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไปŠใ‚„Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใ€ๅ…จไธ–็•Œใ‚’่ตคใๆŸ“ใ‚ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๆญฃ็œŸๆญฃ้Š˜ใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ ใ€‚ ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅ€’ใ‚Œไผใ™ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ็บใ‚ใ‚Šไป˜ใๆง˜ใซๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใŒ็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Š......ใฒใ„ใฆใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ้ก”ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ƒใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใฎ้ก”ใธใจๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚้ซชใฏ็™ฝ้ซชใซใชใฃใŸใพใพใงใ€ๆๆƒšใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใใฎใพใพใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎๅงฟใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ใใฃใ‹ใโ™ก ใ‚„ใใฃใจใใคใญๅ›ใ‚‚็งใซๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅง”ใญใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ......โ™ชใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใฎใฏใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅคฑใ†็›ดๅ‰ใซ่จ€ใฃใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ ใ€Žใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ๅƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ......ๅฅฝใใชใ ใ‘่ˆใ‚ใฆใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ......ใ‚‚ใ†ใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ๅ…จใฆใ‚’่ซฆใ‚ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใธใฎๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ‚’่ชใ‚ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ใฉใ†่ถณๆŽปใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‚ๆœŸๅพ…ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใซใฏ็ตถๆœ›็š„ใช็Šถๆณใ€ใใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ†ๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ไฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็€•ๆญปใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚‚ใ†่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ซฆใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไธญใงๆปใ‚Šใ ใ—ใŸใฎใŒใ€ใใ‚“ใช่จ€่‘‰ใ ใ€‚ๅฎŸ่ณชไธŠใฎๆ•—ๅŒ—ๅฎฃ่จ€ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ๆ„›ใฎๅ‘Š็™ฝใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ–œใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใซๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅง”ใญใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใจใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ–œ่‰ฒๆบ€้ขใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฎๅนธ็ฆใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†็จ‹ใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใŒ็ฒพไธ€ๆฏๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใพใใฃใฆ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™กใ€ ใใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใฎๅ ดใซๅ››ใคใ‚“้€™ใ„ใซใชใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฎไธŠใซ่ขซใ•ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงๆ˜ผ้–“ใซๅ‹่ฒ ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใฎๆฑบ็€ใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ๅ€’ใ—ใŸๆง˜ใชๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒๅ†็พใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’ใ—ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€ใ ใŒไปŠๅ›žใฏ้•ใ†ใ€‚ๆญฃ็œŸๆญฃ้Š˜ใ€ๆญฃไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ˜Žใ‹ใ—ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฏ......ๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใจใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่‚‰็‰‡ใฎไธ€ใคใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใ•ใšๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ ฌใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆทฑใๆทฑใๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงๆ„›ใ—ใ„ๆ‹ไบบใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใฎ็„กใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅฅชใ†ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ก€ๅก—ใ‚Œใฎๅฃๅ†…ใ‚’ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่ˆŒใŒ่น‚่บ™ใ—ใ€ๆ•ฐ็ง’ใฎ้–“ใšใฃใจไบŒไบบใฎ้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๆฐด้ŸณใŒ้Ÿฟใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆฏ็ถ™ใŽใฎ็‚บใซ้ก”ใ‚’้›ขใ™ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€ไบŒไบบใฎๅฃใจๅฃใ‚’่‹ฅๅนฒ่ตคใๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸๅ”พๆถฒใŒ็ณธใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆ็น‹ใ„ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใงๆ›ดใซ็†ฑใ„ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€ใณใใณใใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€‚ใใ—ใฆไปŠๅบฆใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใฎๅ‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใ€ไธๅฏงใซ่„ฑใŒใ—ใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ไธ‹ใซ็€ใฆใ„ใŸTใ‚ทใƒฃใƒ„ใ‚‚่„ฑใŒใ—ใ€ๅฝผใฎไธŠๅŠ่บซใŒ่ฃธใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ่‡ช่บซใ‚‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใงไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใŸๆผ†้ป’ใฎใƒฏใƒณใƒ”ใƒผใ‚นใ‚’็˜ดๆฐ—ใซๆˆปใ—ใ€ไธŠๅŠ่บซใฎ่‚Œใ‚’็ฉบๆฐ—ใซๆ™’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ไธ‹ๅŠ่บซใฏ็™ฝใ„ไธ‹็€ใง่ฆ†ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€็†ฑใ็ซ็…งใฃใŸ่บซไฝ“ใฏ็™ฝใ„่‚Œใซๅใ—ใฆ่ตคใฟใŒๅทฎใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ไธŠๆฐ—ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚‚็›ธใพใฃใฆใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฆ–่‰ถใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใฎใพใพๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ƒธๆฟใฎไธŠใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้‡ใญใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฟƒ่‡“ใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ‚’่žใใ€‚่ก€ๆถฒใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆ่‹ฅๅนฒไธ‹ใŒใฃใŸๅฝผใฎไฝ“ๆธฉใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆŸ”่‚ŒใซๆŸ“ใฟๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ€้€†ใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ›ดใซ็†ฑใใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใธใธใ‡......ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‰โ™ก ๅ‰ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใšใ…ใฃใจ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„......ๅ…จ็„ถ้ฃฝใใชใ„......ใฏใ‚€......ใกใ‚…......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ƒธใฎไธญๅฟƒใ‹ใ‚‰้ฆ–็ญ‹ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ไธŠใ’ใ€ใ˜ใฃใใ‚Šใจๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅ‘ณใ‚ใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธŠๅŠ่บซใ‚’้›ขใ—ใ€ๅฝผใฎ่…ฐใฎไธŠใซๅบงใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆŒ‡ใ‚’ใบใ‚ใ‚Šใจ่ˆใ‚ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณๆ›ฐใไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃŸในใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ......ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็œผ? ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚่€ณ? ่…•ใ‚„่ถณใ‚‚้ญ…ๅŠ›็š„โ™ก ใงใ‚‚ใพใๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใš......ๆœ€ๅˆใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใฎ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎๅ”พๆถฒใ‚„ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ก€ใงๆฟกใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใคใคใคใ€ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ƒธใ‚’ใชใžใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ—ใฆๅฟƒ่‡“ใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใงๅ‹•ใ่ƒธใฎไธŠใซ็ฝฎใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€็ˆชใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใ€่‚‰ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ่ฃ‚ใโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใฃ!?ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•็žฌ้–“ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆก”้ŸณใฎไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณ้€€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ่ตคใ„็žณใฏ้™็•Œใพใง่ฆ‹้–‹ใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใง็†ฑใ็‡ƒใˆๆปพใฃใฆใ„ใŸ่ก€ๆถฒใฎๆฒธ้จฐใ‚‚้™ใพใ‚Šใ€่ตคใๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸ้ก”ใ‚‚ๅ†ทใ‚„ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใฆ็™ฝใ„่‚Œใซๆˆปใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใŒๅ‘Šใ’ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€ ๆๆ€–ใฎ่ญฆ้˜ใ‚’ใ€‚ ๆ„่ญ˜ใฎ็„กใ„ใ€ๅ‹•ใ็ญˆใฎ็„กใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใฎใ‹็†่งฃใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ้ ญใ‚’ๅƒใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆƒšใ‘ใŸๆ€่€ƒใฏไธ€ๆฐ—ใซๅ†ทใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅพฎใ‹ใซๅ‹•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ้ฉšๆ„•ใ™ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚‚ใ†้™็•Œใ ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚่‚‰ไฝ“ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆฅต้™ใพใง็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ“ใจใ™ใ‚‰ๅ›ฐ้›ฃใ ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใง......่ตทใไธŠใŒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎ......!?ใ€ ไปŠใพใงๅฝผใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎไบˆๆƒณใ‚’ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚่ถŠใˆใฆๆฅใŸใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅนพใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ไบˆๆƒณๅค–้ŽใŽใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ใ€ ใ ใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็พใซๆก”้Ÿณใซๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใจใฏๆกใŒ้•ใ†ใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใฏ้€†ใซ่ˆˆๅฅฎใ™ใ‚‹ใปใฉใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใซใ€ไปŠใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใ—ใ‹ๆŠฑใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ? ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›......่ฒดๆ–นใฏไธ€ไฝ“............ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎ......!?ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็จใฟใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใจใฏใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’ไฟๆœ‰่€…ใซๆ˜Ž็ขบใซ็คบใ™ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็‰นใซใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚„ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใจใ„ใฃใŸใƒ‘ใƒƒใ‚ทใƒ–ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏใใ†ใ ใ€‚ๅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅŠนๆžœใ‚’ๅฏŸใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚‚ๅคšใ„ใŒใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฏๅฝ“ๅˆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ็จ‹ใ ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€็พๆ™‚็‚นใงใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใจใฏใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใธใฎๅฐ่ฑกใ‚’ๆๆ€–ใธใจๅค‰ๆ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใฏใชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žๆœ€ใ‚‚ๆๆ€–ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฏพ่ฑกใ‚’ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅค‰ๆ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ไฝฟใ„ใ“ใชใ›ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏ็ฒพ็ฅžใซๅฏ†ๆŽฅใซ้–ขไฟ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ไฟๆœ‰่€…ใŒๅผฑๆฐ—ใงใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚‚ๅŠๆธ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใŒ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซ่‡†ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฏ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ„ใจใ„ใฃใŸ้ขใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šๆก”้ŸณใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใธใฎๅฐ่ฑกใ‚’ๆๆ€–ใธใจๅค‰ๆ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใจ้–“้•ใˆใŸ่งฃ้‡ˆใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฏใใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎๅŠนๆžœใ—ใ‹็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๆœฌๆฅใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซๅ„ชไฝใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ไพ‹ใˆSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใจ้€ƒใ’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใใชใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎๆๆ€–ใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใฏ็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎไฟๆœ‰่€…ใฏๆœฌๆฅใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆŒใกๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใง็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’็†ๆ€งใŒ็†่งฃใ—ใชใใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚ŠใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’็™บๆฎใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŒใ€็†ๆ€งใŒ็†่งฃใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ๅ€ไปฅไธŠใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’็™บๆฎใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใใฎ็†ๆ€งใ‚’ๆ„่ญ˜ใจๅ…ฑใซๅคฑใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใฏใ€100%ๆœฌ่ƒฝใจ็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใงๅ ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใง็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฏใ€ๆœฌๆฅใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’ๅญ˜ๅˆ†ใซ็™บๆฎใ™ใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•! ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›......ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใงๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎ......?ใ€ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ไปŠ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆๆ€–ใŒๆก”้ŸณใฎๆŒใคใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎๆœฌๆฅใฎๅŠนๆžœใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฎนๆ˜“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใฏๅฝผใŒ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใซใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใพใใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„่ฉฑใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็„กๆ„่ญ˜ไธ‹ใงใฏใพใ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใธใฎๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ‚’่ชใ‚ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่ชฌๆ˜Žใฏไป˜ใใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐไฝ•ๆ•…? ไฝ•ๆ•…ๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹? ใใฎ็†็”ฑใฏใ€ๅฅ‡ใ—ใใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ่‡ช่บซใฎ่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸ่กŒๅ‹•ใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒไธ€็•ชๆœ€ๅˆใซใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ€ๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸๅพŒใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎๆ™‚Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใฃใŸใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’็ตŒใฆใ€ๅฎŸใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒไธ€ๅบฆๆญปใ‚’็ตŒ้จ“ใ—ไบŒๅบฆ็›ฎใฎๆญปใ‚’ไฝ“ๆ„Ÿใ—ใŸใ“ใจใงๅพ—ใŸใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ ใ‘ใŒไฟๆœ‰ใ™ใ‚‹่ถ…ๅธŒๅฐ‘ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ€‚ ใใฎ็™บๅ‹•ๆกไปถใฏใ€็€•ๆญปใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใซ้™ฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใฏๆญปใซ็€•ใ™ใ‚‹็Šถๆ…‹ใงใชใ„้™ใ‚Š็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎๅŠนๆžœใฏใ€ไฟๆœ‰่€…ใ‚’ๆญปใชใ›ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ไฟๆœ‰่€…ใŒๆญปใชใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ไฟๆœ‰่€…ใ‚’ๆฎบใใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹่„…ๅจใ‹ใ‚‰่บซใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹็‚บใซใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’้ฝŽใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ๆˆ็จ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€ ใใ“ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’่ฅฒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใŒๅ’Œใ‚‰ใใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฎๅŠนๆžœใŒ็†ๆ€งใฎๅพฉๆดปใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅŠๆธ›ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใถใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv10 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:40 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:180 ่€ๆ€ง:50400/350 ๆ•ๆท:210 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:100 ็™บๅ‹•ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv4(โ†‘2UP)ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:??? PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ)ใ€ใƒซใƒซ(็ฃไบบ)ใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚ง(ไบบ้–“) ่ฆ‹ใฆใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€่€ๆ€ง่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใŒ็•ฐๅธธใช็จ‹ไธŠๆ˜‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใŒ350ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ไปŠใฎๆ•ฐๅ€คใฏใšใฃใจไธŠใ‚’่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่€ๆ€งใ ใ‘ใง่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ไปŠใฎๆก”้ŸณใฏSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใ‚‚ๅŒนๆ•ตใ™ใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•!! ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ่‰ฏใ„ๆ‹พใ„ใƒขใƒŽ......ๅ›ใซไผšใฃใŸใฎใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใตใ‚‰ใคใ่บซไฝ“ใŒ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซๆดปๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸ็ญˆใฎ่…•ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆไบบๅทฎใ—ๆŒ‡ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๅฎŒๅ…จใซๆฒป็™’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅค‰ใช่ฉฑใ ใญใ€ๅ›ใซๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใงใ€ๅ›ใซๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’ๆ•‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใ€‚ใใฎๅŠนๆžœใฏใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๆฎบๅ‚ท่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฎๅ€ใฎ้˜ฒๅพก่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ ดๅˆใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใฎ่ปธใงใ‚ใ‚‹็ญ‹ๅŠ›ๆ•ฐๅ€ค25200ใฎๅ€ใฎ50400ใฎ่€ๆ€งๆ•ฐๅ€คใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎ่€ๆ€งใจใ„ใ†ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใฏ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฎไป–ใซใ€่‡ชๅทฑๆฒป็™’่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚‚ๅซใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ไปŠใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฏไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใซSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใ‚„่‡ชๅทฑๆฒป็™’่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใ......ไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๅดฉๅฃŠใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’้˜ฒใŽใ€ๆ•ฐ็ง’ใงๅฎŒๅ…จๅ›žๅพฉๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ€Ÿใ‚Šใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใ—ใฆๆ‚ชใ„ๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ......ใใ‚“ใชใฎ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใญ! ๅƒ•ใฎๅŠ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅŠ›ใ ใฐใƒผใ‹!ใ€ ใใ—ใฆไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใจใฏใ„ใˆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’ๅ‡ŒใๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ‡„ใๅผทๆฐ—ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅผทๆฐ—ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฃ็ซฏใ‚’ๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใฆใ€ใใคใใคใจๅ–‰ใ‚’้ณดใ‚‰ใ—ใฆ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฆใ€ๅƒ•ไธŠๅŠ่บซ่ฃธใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆฟกใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ—......ๅ…จใใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๅ‘ŸใใชใŒใ‚‰่ฝใกใฆใ„ใŸTใ‚ทใƒฃใƒ„ใจๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’็€็›ดใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆ–นใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใง? ้šๅˆ†ใจๅคงไบบใ—ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใฏใฃ......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใใคใญๅ›......ใชใ‚“ใ‹็งใใคใญๅ›ใฎใ“ใจๅฅฝใใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„......ใŸใ ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ๅ›ใŒๅฅฝใใ ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใจๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‹ใ€ๅ›ใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ๆ‹ใซๆ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ๅฅฝๆ„ใ‚’ๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ—ใฆใ€ๅฅฝใใงใ‚‚็„กใ„ๅฅดใ‚’ๅฅฝใใ ใจใ‹ใปใ–ใ„ใฆใ€ๆป‘็จฝใช็จ‹็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ€้ฆฌ้นฟใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใปใฉ็‹‚ใฃใŸๆ„›ใ‚’ๅ›ใ„ใฆใ€ไปŠใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ้–“้•ใ„ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใ‚‚ๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใญใ€ใŸใ ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใŸ้ฆฌ้นฟใ ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฎๆœฌ่ณชใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ€็Šถๆณใฏ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใพใพใŸใ ไธ€ใคใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใธใฎๅฅฝๆ„ใŒๆ‹ๆ„›ใงใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใฎๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๅ‘ณใ‚ใฃใŸไปŠใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใธใฎๅฅฝๆ„ใฎไธ€ๅˆ‡ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ใใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใคใ„ใ•ใฃใใพใงใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏ้ฆฌ้นฟใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹่ชคใฃใŸใ€ใŸใ ใฎ้ฆฌ้นฟใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏไฟฏใ„ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๅ˜†ๆฏใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅ‰ฅใŒใ›ใใ†ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚‚ใ†่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ“ใจใŒๅฅฝใใงใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใŒใชใซใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใใฎๅ…จใฆใ‚’้˜ฒใŽๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝขๅ‹ข้€†่ปขใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใ ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใต......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€็งๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠๅบฆใ“ใ็งใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฎใ“ใจใŒๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸโ™ก ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซ้ข็™ฝใ„ไบบๅˆใ‚ใฆใฃ! ๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใง็งใฎไบˆๆƒณใ‚’่ฃๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†......!ใ€ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใฏ้คŒใซ็พคใŒใ‚‹ๅ‹•็‰ฉใจๅŒใ˜ๅฟƒๅขƒใ ใฃใŸใ€ใงใ‚‚ไปŠใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’้คŒใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไบบใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅฅฝๆ„ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบˆๆƒณใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใ€้™็•Œใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใ€ใใ—ใฆSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ‚ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ใŸใ ใฎ้ฆฌ้นฟใจๅใๆจใฆใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸๆก”้ŸณใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใๆ„›ใŠใ—ใๆ€ใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ไปŠใชใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใใฆใ‚‚ๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใปใฉใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ๅพ…ใฆใ‚ˆใ€้•ใ†ใ ใ‚ใ€‚ใใ“ใฏ่ซฆใ‚ใฆๆฃฎใธๅธฐใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใต......ใงใ‚‚ใใคใญๅ›่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ? ๅƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ? ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใญ? ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€่จ€ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ€่จ€ใฃใŸใงใ—ใ‚‡? ๅ˜˜ๅใ„ใŸใฎ? ้•ใ†ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใกใพใฃใŸใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใ…ใฃใจไธ€็ท’ใ€ใšใฃใจใšใฃใจไธ€็ท’โ™ช ไปŠๅบฆใ“ใ็งใฎๅฅฝใใ‚’ๅ…จ่บซใงๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™ก ็งใฎๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™ก ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใซ่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅ…จ้ƒจใ‚’้ ‚ๆˆด?ใ€ ใพใŸ้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใ€็†ฑใ„ๅๆฏใ‚’ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใ€่ตคใ„็žณใซใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ใžใใžใใจ้œ‡ใˆใ‚‹่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
It was quiet. The sky was dark, there was no one around. At the dim underground guild, Naginata Kitsune collapsed in dying state, and Leila Vermilion was overlooking him from the side. Having an ecstasy expression, Leila put both of her hands at her face while spilling out droll and having heart marks at her eyes. Her cheeks were blushing, as if in a great pain, her eyebrows drawn a ha (ha) character. Perhaps, any men that saw that expression of her would though as such, 'she's in lustful state'. And then, the majority of those men would think as such, 'I want to assault her'. That was just how glamorous and fascinating the appearance she had. However, that was the thought of those who didn't anything know about her. Right now she was an S rank monster, a genuine monster that could dye the whole world in red. {Red Night} , demon that manipulating Miasma (Virus), that was her true identity. Leila was looking at the collapsed Kitsune, then she manipulated the miasma around her as if to coiling it around her. And then, her face that was one of Shinozaki Shiori... the face that once similar like Finia's, returned into that of Leila Vermilion's face. With her hair still white colored and making an ecstasy expression, that was the true appearance of the{Red Night} . "Ufu, ufufufu... I see, kyaa, Kitune-kun have entrusted his everything to me..." The one she recalled was, Kitsune's word at the brink of him lost his consciousness. "Leila-chan... it's okay if you want to live together with me... it's okay if you want to lick me as much as you want... I don't care about it anymore." Giving up every things, that was the word of him admitting his defeat against Leila. No matter how much he struggled, there was nothing he could do anymore, he also couldn't expect for a reinforcement, it was a hopeless situation to survive, moreover at dying state and barely able to hold his consciousness, Kitsune already gave his life up. The only thing he could spit at such state was, such word. A genuine defeat declaration. Leila took it as a love confession and was delighted. That Kitsune was entrusting his everything to her, or so she thought. She floated a smile of joy, a great joy as if there was nothing more pleasurable than it. "Ufufu, well then, I'll do my best to eat you with full full full full of love." And then Leila did an all four atop the collapsed Kitsune. Similarly like at the conclusion time of their battle at the day, it was a redo of the state where Leila was pushing down Kitsune. At that time Leila was only kissed Kitsune, but right now was different. The genuine and real her was... a monster that would eat Kitsune without leaving any piece of him. While caressing Kitsune's cheek, as if caressing her most beloved one, as if caressing her beloved lover, Leila kissed the collapsed Kitsune. Kitsune's bloodstained mouth was violated by her tongue, and after several second in doing so, an obscene sound of water resounded among them. And then Leila separated her face from kitsune's to took a breath, and there was a somewhat reddened saliva that stretched out and connected from their mouths. And then, because she just had a kiss, Leila's body was quivering and she breathed out a more intense breath. After that, she turned her attention into his gakuran and carefully took it off. After that, after got his T shirt been taken off too, his upper half was in nude. And then, returning her miasma made dress she wore into miasma again, she also had her upper half in nude. Her lower part was covered by a white underwear, her white skin blushed in red because of how high her ecstasy was, moreover with her lustful expression, it made her very fascinating. She put her own body atop Kitsune's chest, and then she listened to Kitsune's heartbeat. Because he'd lost so much blood, his body temperature was dropping, but when she felt his body temperature with her own body, it made her body hotter. "Ehehe... I can feel you, Kitsune-kun. You become way more tastier than before... I can't get bored of you at all... *hmm*... *Chiyuu*...." Licking Kitsune from his chest till his nape, Leila thoroughly tasted Kitsune. And then, separating herself from Kitsune's upper half, she sit atop him and overlooking him from there. Getting his own finger got licked, Kitsune floated a somewhat unpleasant smile. "Well then... which part should I start with, I wonder?... as I thought, his eye? Or perhaps ear? His legs are also attractive, but, well, for now... for starter how about I take you heart first?" And then, putting away her blood stained hand from Kitsune's saliva stained hand, she traced her finger at Kitsne's chest and put it atop his beating heart. And then, when she put strength into her nail to tore off his flesh-- "!?" --at that instant Leila jumped away from atop Kitsune. Her red eyes were opened wide to its limit and she made a bewildered expression. Getting her till not too long ago hot and burning blood calmed down, her blushed red face was returning to its white state with cold sweat is flowing at it. What happened? Even Leila didn't know it. It was just, Leila's instinct as a demon told her such, A warn of fear. Looking at Kitsune that lost conscious and supposed to not moving again, Leila racked her head to thought about what happened. But her bewildered thought stopped in an instant. And then, Kitsune's body slightly moved. Leila was surprised, that was because Kitsune should be at his limit already. His body was broken to its utmost limit, he should be unable to even just moving his body. However, starting by that slight movement, his body started moving. Rubbing the ground, setting up his feet, slowly, he raised his body up, and finally stood up. At such impossible spectacle, Leila couldn't understand it. "Why... are you standing up...!?" Thus far he had exceeded her expectation many times already, but this time it was way too unthinkable. "....." Kitsune hung his head so she couldn't peek at his face. However, Leila understood it, that "Eerie Constitution" was activated. That was because she felt fear at Kitsune, after all. But, the extent was greatly different with the fear thus far. She was full in lust just a moment ago, but right now she could only feel fear. What on earth is this? "Kitsune-kun... you... what did you do...!?" Leila said so, while glaring at Kitsune. Skill was, even when you had the ability to identify it, it didn't necessarily mean you'd be able to activate the skill at its full potential. Especially, passive skills such as "Eerie Constitution" and "Overpower". There were many skills that its effect could be understood just by its name, but "Eerie Constitution" wasn't the case, to the point even Kitsune couldn't understand the true nature of this skill. No, even right now he still didn't understand the effect of this skill. "Eerie Constitution" was, not a skill that transformed the impression of you in your opponent mind into that of fear-- but a skill that "transformed you into the most fearsome existence". Not just he didn't aware of that, Kitsune even couldn't handle this skill properly. Not just the skill was related to his state of mind, if the holder was weak then the effect of "Overpower" would be halved, there was also the case where "Eerie Constitution" won't be activated when Kitsune was hesitated toward his opponent. That meant, not just he thought that it was a skill that transform the impression of his into that of fear, he even couldn't properly activated "Eerie Constitution" up to that effect. In truth, as long as he was stronger mentally, even if it was an S rank monster, with this skill he should be able to give them a fear that even would made them wanted to run away. But, Kitsune just instinctively aware of it. As the owner of the skill, he subconsciously aware about the effect of the skill he possessed. That was the reason why he was still able to take out some effect out of it even without aware of its true nature, but if he fully aware of it, he would be able to exhibit a far greater effect than currently. However, since his reasoning and awareness was blown away altogether by Leila, he unconsciously moved 100% out of instinct. That meant, the "Eerie Constitution" that was activated at his unconscious state, it could exhibit its effect to its fullest--! "Kitsune-kun... but, why are you moving...?" Leila noticed that Kitsune was unconscious. Not just it was one of his skill, it also could be easily understood that the fear that embraced her right now was because of the effect of his skill. However, that much won't became a reason why he was moving. The unconscious activation of "Eerie Constitution" wasn't something impossible. It could be understood if he didn't admit his defeat against Leila at the brink of his collapse. Then, why? Why did he move? The reason was, it was strangely enough because of her own action. Kitsune's first encounter with {Red Night} , something that happened after he lost his left eye. After his fight against the A rank {Red Night} , actually he obtained a certain skill. A sole skill that never exhibited its effect nor ever been activated by him. --"Near Death Experience". This skill, Kitsune had died once, and he obtained this skill at his second dying experience, a very rare skill that at this world he was the only one that possessed it. The condition of its activation was, when he fell into a verge of death state. That meant it won't activated unless he was at an almost dying state. And then its effect was, it was a skill to prevent its owner from dying. So that the owner won't die, to defend its owner from any threat that might killed him, it made a certain change at its owner's status. "...I see, so that was the case." There, Kitsune regain his consciousness. The fear that attacked Leila was lessening, "Eerie Constitution" effect was halved because of he regained his awareness. However, the "Near-death Experience" was still in effect. Kitsune was finally able to fully understand the true nature of this skill. "...Kitsune-kun." "Status...." Ignoring Leila that was calling his name, Kitsune checked his own status. *Status* Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv. 10 Strength : 40 Stamina : 180 Resistance : 50400/350 Agility : 210 Magic Power : 100 Activated Skill : {Near Death Experience} Title :{Other worlder} Skill : {Pain Nullification Lv.4 (|2UP)} Innate skill : ??? PT Member : Finia (Fairy), Lulu (Beastman), Trisha (Human) As you could see, the resistance status increased abnormally. Even when it was originally only just 350, it became the highest value he ever saw thus far. Resistance-wise, the current Kitsune was equaling an S rank--!! "I see, this is a good gem I got back then... seems like there's not only bad things that happened whenever I met you." Inside Kitsune's staggering body, energy started flowing. Kitsune floated a faint smile, moving his supposed to break arm, and point his index finger toward Leila. Kitsune's body had completely recovered. "What a strange thing, by the skill that I obtained from almost dying by you, I was rescued from the situation where I was almost got killed by you." "Near-death experience". Its effect was, to change its owner resistance status into the double of his opponent's attack power. This time, {Red Night} 's strength that became her main offensive power was at 25200, that was why in exchange he got 50400 status in his resistance status. And then, that resistance status, not just increasing his defense ability, it also had an effect to increase self-recovery. That meant, the current Kitsune had a defensive and recovery ability that of an S rank. Right, that was... an ability that was able to defend against an attack that could destroy the world, and could recover himself into his fullest state just within several seconds. "It's quite unpleasant since it feels as if I'm borrowing your strength, but... I don't care about it! My power is my power, after all!" And then, even if it was just for temporary, Kitsune was very confident because he had obtained a power that could defend against Leila's attacks. He became very strong. The tips of his mouth raised and lightly smiling. "Wait, aren't I half naked... I even somewhat wet... good grief." Muttering so, he put the dropped T-shirt and gakuran on again. And then, he looked toward Leila. "Then? Aren't you become quite docile there? Didn't you love me very much?" "....aha... sorry, Kitsune-kun... seems like I didn't love you... I only interested in you as something tasty, that's all." "You finally understood it, huh. What you said just now was totally right. Fell love in love, misunderstood it, saying you loved someone that you didn't even love, unnaturally in lust, muttering such screwed yet idiotic love, you finally understood just how strayed you was. Even as an S rank monster, you weren't something that much, you were nothing but an idiot in lust, after all." Leila that had faced the true face of Kitsune's "Eerie Constitution" was, still unable to fully understand anything except one thing, that was that her interest toward Kitsune wasn't love. That was because, the instant she tasted that fear, she lost all of her interest toward Kitsune, after all. Listening to Kitsune's words, she thought that he was right. Till just a moment ago she was an idiot. Just an idiot that misunderstood about love. Kitsune sighed when he looked at Leila that hung her head down. He thought that he finally would be able to separate himself from this monster. In reality, she didn't fall in love in him anymore, after all, and the current him also would be able to defend any of her attacks. The situation was reserved. However, "Ufu, ufufufu... but, but but, I realized it." "Eh?" "This time, I really fall in love with you, Kitsune-kun. It's my first time meeting someone as interesting as you! To never betraying my expectation this much, it makes me turned on....!" Up until now she was just like a beast that was aiming at its prey, but right now she was aiming at him not just as a prey but also as a man. Exceeding her expectation, exceeding his limit, and then showing her ;an S rank existence; that she was nothing but a fool, she couldn't hold herself back to not falling in love with Kitsune. She loved him so much to the point it would be okay even if she didn't eat him. "No no, wait, that's not the right way, isn't it? Here, you're supposed to just give up, right?" "Ufufu, ufufufufu... but you said it, right, Kitsune-kun? You said it, I'm sure you said it, you definitely said it, didn't you? Were you lying? You weren't, right? Because I really love you, after all!" Kitsune recalled it. That he did say that. "From here on, we'd always and always together. This time I'd definitely make you realize just how big my love is. I'll let you taste me. That's why, give me your every things." Her cheeks are blushing again, breathing out an intense breath, having heart marks floated at her eyes, while hugging her quivering body, {Red Night} -- Leila Vermilion said so.
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ใ‚ใฎใ€้’ใ„้•ท้ซชใฎ่ƒŒใฎ้ซ˜ใ„ๅฅณๆ€ง็ง˜ๆ›ธใฏใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ‚’ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจๆกˆๅ†…ใ™ใ‚‹้–“ใซใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใจไบ‹ๆƒ…ใ‚’่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ—ใฆใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็‹™ใ†ใฎใ‹ใ€ใคใ„ใงใใฎ็›ฎ็š„็ญ‰ใ€…ๅ…จ้ƒจใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๅƒ•้”ใฎๅ‰ใ‚’ๆญฉใใ€ใใฎๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ไธ€ๅฎšใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใงใ€ไธ”ใคๅƒ•้”ใฎๆญฉใ้€Ÿๅบฆใซๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ‚ตใƒใƒผใƒˆใซ้–ขใ™ใ‚‹่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฏ็›ธๅฝ“้ซ˜ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ไบบ้–“่ฆณๅฏŸ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚‚็ง€ใงใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่ฉฑใฏใ€ใพใš่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅง‹ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใš็งใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซใจใ„ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็ง˜ๆ›ธใซใชใฃใŸใฎใฏๅคงไฝ“2ๅนดๅ‰ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏโ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œๅญ˜ใ˜ไธŠใ’ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅฆนใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใง่‰ฏใๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใฎใงใ€ ๅฆนใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้šฃใซๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ใฎ้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚้’ใ„้ซชใŒไผผใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใชใใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€่ฆชๆ—ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใช้ขจใซ่ฉฑใŒไผใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠใฃใฑใ„ๆ‰ใ‚‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ—ใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ......ๆ‚ช่ฉ•ใงไผใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช่€ƒใˆใŒ่กจๆƒ…ใ‹ใ‚‰ไผใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒƒใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฆนใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใงใฏ้ข็™ฝใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚่ฒดๆ–นใŒ็พใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใจใ‹ใ€ๅ…ˆ่ผฉใŒ่‰ฏใ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใจใ‹ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใŒๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๅบฆใ€ไผšใฃใฆใฟใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ......ใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ๅฆนใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅๅ‰็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹? ......ใพใใใฎ่ฉฑใฏ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ไธ€ๅบฆไผšใฃใฆใฟใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅ‡บไผšใ„็ณปใฃใฝใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ถณๅ–ใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใก่ปฝใใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่นดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅซ‰ๅฆฌใ‹ใช? ใ‚ใ€้•ใ†ใชใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ็œŸ้ข็›ฎใซ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ†็œผใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝๅ†…ใง่ปไบ‹ใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‹ๅœฐไฝใซๅฐฑใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใงใ™ใŒใ€ๅคงใใชไพต็•ฅไฝœๆˆฆใงๅคฑๆ•—ใ—ใ€ใใฎ่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹็‚บใซใใฎๅœฐไฝใ‚’ๅ‰ฅๅฅชใ•ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆœฌๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎ็ฎก็†่ทใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ไธๆœฌๆ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใซใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎ้ ˜ไธปใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฃใฆไธ€็•ช้ซ˜ใ„ไฝใ ใ‚ˆใญ? ๆ‹’ๅฆใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็ˆตไฝใจๅฎ˜่ทใฏๅˆฅ็‰ฉใงใ™ใฎใงใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใจๅฎ˜่ทใฎๅœฐไฝใงไธŠใซ็ซ‹ใค่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ€่ฒฌไปปใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚็ˆตไฝใฎ้ซ˜ใ„่ฒดๆ—ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๅœฐไฝใจ่ปไบ‹ใซใŠใ‘ใ‚‹ๅœฐไฝใฏๆฏ”ไพ‹ใ—ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ™ใŒใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Š่‡ชๅฐŠๅฟƒใฎ้ซ˜ใ„ๆ–น......ๆœฌๅ›ฝใ‚’่ฟฝใ„ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚Œใฆ่พบๅขƒใฎ่ก—ใฎ็ฎก็†่ทใชใฉใ€่ชใ‚ใŸใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ๆ™‚้–“ใŒ็ตŒใคใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๆ…‹ๅบฆใŒ้ซ˜ๅœงๅŒ–ใ—ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎใ‚‚ใฎใซๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ™‚ใซใฏๆšดๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ„ใ€้…’ใซๆบบใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅคšใ€…ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใƒชใ‚นใƒˆใƒฉใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅคซใฟใŸใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚Šใ™......? ใพใใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†่จณใงใ€ๅฝผใฏ้ ˜ไธปใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ไป•ไบ‹ใ‚’็งใ‚„ไธ‹ใฎ่€…ใซไปปใ›ใฆๆจฉๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€็งใ‚‚ๅซใ‚ใฆๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใ‚„่ก—ใฎไบบใ€…ใ‚‚ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆŽ’้™คใ—ใ‚ใฃใฆใ“ใจใชใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฟใŸใ„ใชHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซ้ ผใ‚‰ใชใใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใฃใจ่ฉฑใฏใ“ใ‚Œใง็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็‹™ใ†็†็”ฑใ‚‚ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใ‚’ไปฒ้–“ใซๅผ•ใๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็†็”ฑใ‚‚ใ€ๅˆฅใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ไปŠใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ“ใฎ็พ็Šถใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใฏไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใˆ......่ฒดๆ–นๆ–นใŒไฟ่ญทใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใ‚’ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒ็‹™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใŒใ€็พ็Šถใ‚’่ค‡้›‘ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅŽŸๅ› ใงใ™ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏใ”ๅญ˜็Ÿฅใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ‚ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็—›ใ„็›ฎใซ้ญใ‚ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ไปŠใใฎๅๅ‰ใŒๅ‡บใŸ็žฌ้–“ๅƒ•ใฎ็žณใŒใ‚ธใƒˆ็œผใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ใ„ใคใพใŸๅƒ•ใฎ้‚ช้ญ”ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅฑ…ใฆใ‚‚ๅฑ…ใชใใฆใ‚‚่ฟทๆƒ‘ใจใ‹็ญ‹้‡‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œๆœฌๆฅใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹้š›ใซใฏๆ™‚็ฉบ้–“้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’็”จใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ไปŠไปฃใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใซใฏใใฎๆ™‚็ฉบ้–“้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใŒๅฑ…ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใŒๅธŒๅฐ‘ใช้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅฌๅ–šใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝ็Ž‹ๅฎถใซใฏใ€ไปฃใ€…ใ€Ž็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅฝน่ทใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ™‚็ฉบ้–“้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใŒใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฝน่ทใชใฎใงใ™ใŒ......้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบๆใŒๅฑ…ใชใ„ๅ ดๅˆใฏใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎๅฎถๆŸ„ใฎๅ„ช็ง€ใชไบบๆใ‚’ใใฎๅฝน่ทใซ็ฝฎใใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใฎๆ™‚ใฏใ€Ž็ฆ่ก“ใ€ใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ใงๆ™‚็ฉบ้–“้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไปฃๆ›ฟใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Ž็ฆ่ก“ใ€ใ€ใญใ‡......ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซใƒชใ‚นใ‚ฏใฎ้ซ˜ใใ†ใชไปฃ็‰ฉใฃใฝใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠๅ›žใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ฝใƒฌใŒไฝฟใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏใ€ไฝฟ็”จ่€…ใฎๅ‘ฝใจๅผ•ใๆ›ใˆใซ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ไปŠไปฃใฎใ€Ž็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€ใฏๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซไบกใใชใฃใฆๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๆฅใฆๆ—ฉใ€…ไบบๆฎบใ—ใจใฏๆต็Ÿณๅ‹‡่€…ใƒขใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ€ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒ้•ใ†ใญใ€ ใ€Œใงใ™ใŒใ€ใ€Ž็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€ใŒไบกใใชใฃใฆ......ๆœฌๅ›ฝใงใฏๆ–ฐใŸใชใ€Ž็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€ใ‚’็”จๆ„ใ—ใชใใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่ชญใ‚ใฆใใŸใžใ€‚ใ€Ž็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใงใ€ไปฃใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒๅฟ…่ฆใซใชใฃใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆ™‚็ฉบ้–“้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎ้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบๆใŒๅฑ…ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏ่ฒดๆ—ใงใ™ใŒใ€ใใ‚ŒใจๅŒใ˜ใง้ซ˜ใ„ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใค้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใ“ใฎใ€Ž็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€ใฎๅพŒ็ถ™่€…ใฎ่ฉฑใซ้ฃ›ใณไป˜ใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฒดๆ–นใฎไฟ่ญทใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎๅฎถใ€ใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎๅฎถ็ณปใ€ใใฎๅพกๆฏๅฅณใ‚’ๆ–ฐใŸใชใ€Ž็ฅžๅฎ˜ใ€ๅ€™่ฃœใจใ—ใฆๆœฌๅ›ฝใซ็ŒฎไธŠใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธใจ่ฟ”ใ‚Šๅ’ฒใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ่ปไบ‹ๅฎ˜่ทใซๅฐฑใ‘ใšใจใ‚‚ใ€็ฅžๅฎ˜ใฎๆŒ‡ๅฐŽๅฝนใจใ—ใฆ่ฟ”ใ‚Šๅ’ฒใไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ€ไปฅๅ‰ใฎๅจๅ…‰ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จณใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใˆ......ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใฏๆœชใ 4ๆญณใ€‚ใใฎๅนด้ฝขใ‹ใ‚‰้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ—ใฆ่‹ฑๆ‰ๆ•™่‚ฒใ‚’ๆ–ฝใ™ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆ‰่ƒฝใŒใชใใจใ‚‚ๆˆไบบใ™ใ‚‹้ ƒใซใฏไธฆใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใซใ‚‚ๅŠฃใ‚‰ใฌๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ญˆ......ใใ†่€ƒใˆใŸใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ๅนผใ„้ ƒใซ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใฎ้ญ”ๅŠ›้‡ใ‚‚ๅคงใใไผธใฐใ™ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใพใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅ…ƒใ‚’็ณบใ›ใฐๅ…จ้ƒจใ‚ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚ŠใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚‚ใ€ๅœฐไฝใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™็‚บใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใฃใฆใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ไธ–ใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹็†ไธๅฐฝใฏๅคงไฝ“ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚ŠใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใฃใจใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ้™ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใพใ™ใพใ™ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆธกใ›ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใŠ็ธใ‚’ๆฎใˆใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใพใพใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅผ•ๆธกใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใฎไบบ็”Ÿใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซ้ฃŸใ„ๆฝฐใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€็ˆถ่ฆชใฏๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๆฏ่ฆชใŒ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€่ฆชใจไผšใ†ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใใชใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใญใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใŒๅๆ——ใ‚’็ฟปใ•ใชใ„ใฎใฏใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒ่ฟ”ใ‚Šๅ’ฒใ„ใŸๅพŒใฎใŠใ“ใผใ‚Œใ‚’่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใซใใ‚Œใ‚’ใปใฎใ‚ใ‹ใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็™บ่จ€ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใใ“ใงใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฃใฆ่จณใ‹ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไฟ่ญทใ—ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ€ใ‹ใคใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซไธŽใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€ๆŒใฃใฆๆฅใ„ใฎ็ซ‹ใกไฝ็ฝฎใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ก—ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฟฝใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๆง‹ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใฏ็งใŒๅ…จ่ฒฌไปปใ‚’่ฒ ใ„ใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ใฉใ†ใ‹ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใคใพใ‚Šใ“ใ‚Œใฃใฆไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ™‚ใจๅŒใ˜ใงใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚ŠใฎๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใ†ใ‚ใใ€ใใ†่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจ้€”็ซฏใซ้ขๅ€’่‡ญใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆฅฝใ—ใ„ๅญไพ›ๆ™‚ไปฃใ‚’้€ใ‚Œใชใใชใ‚‹ใชใ......ๅƒ•ใฎๅญไพ›ๆ™‚ไปฃใฏๅ…จ็„ถๆฅฝใ—ใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚้ขๅ€’ใ ใ—ใ€ๆญฃ็›ดใ‚„ใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใพใใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใงใ‚‚ๆ‡‡ๆ„ใซใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸ้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎใŠๅง‰ใ•ใ‚“ใจใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅ…ใ˜ใฆใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ‹ใ€‚่ฉฑใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใฆๅƒ•ใซ้ ผใ‚€ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ใถใฃๆฎบใ›ใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชใฎๆœ้ฃฏๅ‰ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆบ€ใ€…ใง่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใงใ™ใŒ......ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ๆง‹ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€่ฉฑ่žใ„ใฆใŸ? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใถใฃๆฎบใ—ใซ่กŒใใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€่žใ„ใฆใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใŸใ ใชใ‚“ใงใใ‚“ใชใซ็ฌ‘้ก”ใง่จ€ใ†ใฎใ‹ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ไธๅบฆใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ถณใŒๅคงใใชๆ‰‰ใฎๅ‰ใงๆญขใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใ“ใฎไธญใซๅฑ…ใพใ™......ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ไปปใ›ใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅญไพ›ๅฅฝใใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅญไพ›ใฎๆœชๆฅใจใใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’่ญทใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใชใ„ใจใญ!ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใฟใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ€‚ ๅญไพ›ๆ™‚ไปฃใซ่™ๅพ…ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸๅญไพ›ใฏใ€ๅคงไบบใซใชใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅญไพ›ใซ่™ๅพ…ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏใฉใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ้€†ใซใ€่™ๅพ…ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ไบบใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใกใชใฟใซใ“ใฎไธญใซๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใจใ‹ใ„ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ไธญใธใจ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใใฎ้ ƒใ€ๅœฐไธ‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใฏใ€ๆฑบ็€ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณ้”ใฎใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎๅ‰ใซใ€ไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅพŒใ‚ใซๅ›žใ—ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ๅฑˆใฟใซไฝ‡ใ‚€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่ถณไธ‹ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใฏ็„กๆ•ฐใฎๅˆ€ๅ‚ทใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ไบŒๆ’ƒ็›ฎใงๆ•ฐๆœฌ้ซชใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่‚Œใซใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡ๅ‚ทใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸๅฝผใฎ้ ญใ‚’ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใฎ่ถณใง่ธใฟไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใซใ‚“ใพใ‚Šใจๆบ€่ถณๆฐ—ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใฏๅฎŒๅ…จใซ้€”็ตถใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ๅฝผใŒๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆŠœใ่บซใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฎๅ‰ใซ็ •ใ‘ๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใ€ๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่ตคใ„่ก€ใŒๆตใ‚Œๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚‚ๆ™‚้–“ใฎๅ•้กŒใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใจไธ€ๆ’ƒใงใ‚‚ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏๆญปใฌใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™ก ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใŸใญใ‡โ™ช ใ‚“ใกใ‚…......ใ‚“โ™ช ใพใฃใšใ„โ™กใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅบŠใ‚’่ตคใๆŸ“ใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎ่ก€ใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใงๆŽฌใฃใฆ่ˆใ‚ใฆใ€ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€ใงใ‚‚ใงใ‚‚ใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใฎ......ใšใ…ใฃใจๅŠๅˆ†ไฝใซใฏ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚? ใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™ช ใ‚ใƒผๆฅฝใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸโ™กใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎ้ ญใ‹ใ‚‰่ถณใ‚’้€€ใ‘ใฆใ€ใใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎใพใพๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ€็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใƒผโ™ช ใ•ใ€่กŒใ“โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ‚Œใƒใ‚‰......!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒ้ง†ใ‘ๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่…ฐใซๆŠฑใไป˜ใ„ใฆใ€้ป’ใ„ใƒฏใƒณใƒ”ใƒผใ‚นใ‚’ๅผทใๆกใ‚Šใ—ใ‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎใŠ่…นใซใใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚‡ใจใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ ใŒใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒ้œ‡ใˆใชใŒใ‚‰้ก”ใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ไฝ•ใŒไฝ•ใ ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ช ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใƒผ?ใ€ ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
As the blue hair secretary guiding us to Duke orba room, she explains a lot of things to us, such as What kind of person Duke Orba is? Why he wants Nico-chan ,and Everythings. Me and Rishe-chan are walking behind the secretary and I couldn't help but notice that she always keep the same pace as us. This shows how good her observation skill is. Then she starts with an introduction. [My name is Clair Rumarl. I became Duke Orba secretary 2 years ago] [Ah, Umm My name is --] [H rank Adventurer, Kitsune-sama I presume ?] [So you already know ?] [My sister Miniera write about you a lot in a letter] Sister? ...... So It is the blue hair receptionist that sit next to Mia-chan huh? To think that they are relative. By the way I'm quite curious about what she wrote about me in the letter. Since I tease Mia-chan a lot It would be good if my charade didn't spread around here too As I thought about the past, Clair-chan let out a giggle. [My sister's letter is all about a certain adventurer About how he changes the Guild atmosphere or about how he made a lot of senior adventurer dumbfounded as well. It made me want to meet him at least once you know?] [Is that so? ..... But I don't even know your sister's name ] [Is that the case? Well ... I'll leave it at that] It's like meeting someone who wants to meet you, then you hear something like that, it makes me quite happy. Ack! Rishe-chan kick me! Are you jealous? But that's not it right? This is a serious talk after all. [Duke's Orba was originally a military personnel of Grandil Kingdom ,but he failed in the huge military operation. He was stripped of his position as a punishment, then he reluctantly came back to become a Lord in his hometown] [Duke is a highest position right? Didn't he have anything to say at all?] [Court rank and military position is a different matter after all. Whether you're a Duke or a high-ranking official, you can't escape your responsibility.] Oh, It like that huh... Even if it is a high nobility of the peerage, the Court rank and the military position is not proportional. I think the Grandil Kingdom has a very strict military rule; even Duke Orba cannot escape from it. [Because Duke Orba was quite prideful. He can't accept that he was driven out to take care of a frontier town like this. As time went on, his attitude starts to worsen until it reached this point. He starts to get violent after some times pass.] [Ahaha, He looks like a laid-off husband.] [re.. What? Well It's not that important. Because he's like that he leaves all his job to me and his subordinate, and let me have the authority for the most part To be honest, I don't think I can side with the soldiers or the people here.] So that's why you want me to eliminate the Duke. Still, what kind of reason make you have to rely on an H rank adventurer like me. I'm sure this isn't the end of the story. And I don't think there's any reason why they're targeting Nico, or why they're not relying on the soldiers. [Yes.... As to why Duke is targeting Nico Arcos, the girl you're protecting, was quite complicated. Do you know about the hero that was summoning recently?] [Yes, I know it well.] The moment that the name came out, I narrow my eyes. I mean that guys still want to be a nuisance even in this situation huh? Whether you're here or not, it's annoying like hell. [Originally, when the hero is summoned, we have to use space-time magic, but this time we did not use it. Since you can't find a person who has an aptitude for space-time magic that easily.] [hmmm... Then how did you summon it this time] [The royal family of the Grandel Kingdom has a position called Shinkan(Shinto-Priest) in every generation. It's a position for those who can use space-time magic. In case there is no one with the aptitude, they will have the strongest in the magician family take on that position. When they summon the hero this time, they use the forbidden magic instead of the space-time magic.] Forbidden magic right? ..... It quite obvious that It's a risky method but they still use it after all. [That magic will activate with the life of the caster in exchange. Therefore, the "Priest" of the present generation is dead at the same time as the Hero Summoning.] [To kill the person this early, as expected of the Hero Motoki.] [So when the "Priest" died. We had to prepare a new "Priest" right away.] It somehow comes to this situation. The "Priest" had died and that they needed a replacement, but there were no suitable person for the space-time magic. I don't know what kind of thing Space-Time Magic is, but if it's an alternative, I think they'll be using the people in The Magician's families.There is no proof, but I think Nico-chan should be the one they'll be using. [Duke Orba is not only an aristocrat, but he is also a great Wizard. That's why I skip to the story of the successor of this "Priest." The Arcos family, as well as Duke Orba is about to return to the Grandel Kingdom and presenting his daughter as a candidate for a new "Priest".] [If Nico-chan can be a "Priest", even if he can not take back a military position, he can at least regain his former prestige.] [Moreover, Nico Arcos is still four years old. If you can educate her as a magician early on, she will be able to acquire the ability that is no inferior to the ordinary magician. Is what I thought. If you can use magic at a young age, the magic power will be greatly increased as well.] What's that. To put it all together. The hero is in a wrong right? It is a little unpleasant to use Nico-chan to regain his status. All of this is unreasonable and Hero is very hateful in the first place. Un... It has to be like this for sure. That said, After listening to this story, There's no way for me to hand over Nico-chan. It seems like Duke Orba needs a little bit of roasting. Maybe her father was killed, and I don't know if her mother is still alive, but I don't think she'll be able to see her parents again. And that's not acceptable. [I see, The reason why the soldiers didn't turn against him is that they can get a benefit after the Duke of Orba returns right?] [Yes, Duke Orba had made such a remark to reassure the soldiers.] [So that's why you are relying on me huh? Since Duke Orba doesn't have any influence on the Adventurer, we are perfect for the job.] [Whether you kill him or drive him out of this country in fine with me, I will take full responsibility for the cleanup after that. Would It be possible for you to take on this job?] In other words, is this the same as Apostles, who have to clean up after the Hero. But I don't think Nico-chan will be able to have a happy childhood. It's not like I have an enjoyable childhood either way. Since the blue hair receptionist Onee-san has some ties with Miniera-chan, Should I just kill Duke Orba for Nico-chan after all? Though we talk a lot about the magician families, She asks the H rank Adventurer me. So I should be able to do it. [All right, I can just go and take care of Duke Orba, right? I'll do it, this will be a piece of cake.] [I don't think you'll be that eager to make a move. If you can do it, then there's no problem.] [Rishi-chan did you listen? We're going to blow him up, okay?] [Yeah, loud and clear. I just don't know why you're smiling so much right now.] After we decided to kill the Duke of Orba, Claire's feet just stopped in front of the big door. [Duke Orba is here in this room. Please take care.] [Yeah leave it to me, because I like children, I have to protect the future of this child and takes care of the threat!] What's that? I kinda blurt out something I didn't even think about. It is said that If you were abused as a child you are going to abuse your own child after you grew up. But what about me? On the contrary, I am dead from the abuse after all. [Well, let's go, by the way, Is there any murderer in that room?] [Th.. There's nothing like that!] [That's good then] After I said that, I opened the door and walked into the room. ---------- Around that time, in the basement. The fight between Leila and Reis settled. Reis lies under Laila's step with his hands tied to the back in front of Nico's room. She has a satisfying smile on her face, and the consciousness of the Reis seemed to be completely lost. The blade he originally has also shattered before Leila's misama knife, red blood is flowing out from under his fallen body. [Ufufu Ufufufu You did your best Unnn This is bad ] Leila is licking Reis' blood, which stains the floor red, on her finger. No matter what you do, even a mass murderer cannot cross the limit called a monster. Before Leila's overwhelming power, the killer fell. But you know? you know? Even the half of half of half of half of half of half of half of half of haaaaaalf of Kitsune-kun blood is Farrrrrr more delicious than you, you know? Ufufu Ufufufu Ahhh This is kinda enjoying . Leila then pulls her legs away from Reis' head and turns back her heels, and opens the doors just like that. [Nico, it's over- Let's go ] [Leyla !] Then, Nico came rushing up to Laila. Holding onto Leila's waist, she clutched the black one-piece tightly and buried her face in Leila's stomach. Laila has a blank expression when Nico is burying her face with a slight quiver. She looks at her face without understanding anything. [Ufufufu What's wrong?] Then she hugs her back and laughing without saying anything
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ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ่กŒใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€ๆกˆ้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆ•ฐ็ง’ใฎ้–“ใ‚’ใŠใ„ใฆใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใจ้ ทใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹? ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏๆˆฆ้—˜ไปฅๅค–ใซใ‚‚ใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„็ณปใฎๅนณๅ’Œ็š„ใชไพ้ ผใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€็”Ÿๆดป่ฒปใ‚’็จผใไฝใชใ‚‰ๅฆฅๅฝ“ใ ใ—ใชใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆกˆใ‚’่‚ฏๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€Aๅ›ฝใซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰ฟ่ชใ‚’ๆŒใกใ‹ใ‘ใŸใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใ€ๅ›ฝใจใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…ฌ่จผไบบใŒๆง˜ใ€…ใชๅ–ใ‚Šๆฑบใ‚ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฏใ€ŽAๅ›ฝใซๆ–ฐใŸใชๆ”ฏ้ƒจใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹ใ€ใ“ใจใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใใ‚ŒใฏใŸใ ใง่จฑๅฏใ™ใ‚‹ใปใฉๅ›ฝใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฏๆ˜“ใ—ใใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ“ใงใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏใ“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆกไปถใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ๅ„ๅ›ฝๆง˜ใ€…ใช็‰นๅพดใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏๆˆฆไบ‰ใ‚„้ญ”็ฃใจใ„ใฃใŸๅฑ้™บใฏๅธธ่ญ˜ใ ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใฎๅ›ฝใงใ‚‚ๅ›ฝใŒๅดฉๅฃŠใซ้™ฅใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅผทๅŠ›ใช้ญ”็ฃใŒ่ฅฒใฃใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๆˆฆๅŠ›ใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่€ƒใˆใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใ€…ใซใจใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’็ฝฎใใ ใ‘ใงๅผทๅŠ›ใชไบบๆใŒๅฑๆฉŸใŒ่ฟซใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ๅฎŸใซ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„่ฉฑใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ„ใ†่€…ใฏใ€ใ€Ž่‡ช็”ฑใฎไบบใ€ใจใ„ใ†็•ฐๅใ‚’ๆŒใคใ€‚ ไปŠใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏใ€็”Ÿๆดปใฎ็น‹ใŽใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„่ทๆฅญใ ใŒใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๆ†งใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅนดๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏๅฐ‘ใชใใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅƒ•้”ใฏใใ‚ใใ‚่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใญใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่‚ฏๅฎšใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚่ฉฑใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฏŸใ—ใฆใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจ็พฝใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ–„ใฏๆ€ฅใ’ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅไธญใซไธ€ๅฎš้‡ใฎ้‡‘้กใ‚’็”จๆ„ใ—ใฆใ€ๅฎฟใ‚’ๆŽขใ•ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€ๆ™‚้–“ใฏไธ€ๅˆ†ไธ€็ง’ใ‚’็„ก้ง„ใซๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ๅพ…ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ้ฆ–ใ ใ‘ๅ›žใ—ใฆๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ้Š€่‰ฒใฎ็กฌ่ฒจใ‚’3ๆžšๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆ€ใ‚ใš้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ€็–‘ๅ•ใฎ่‰ฒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ็™ป้Œฒใซใฏ้Š€่ฒจใŒไธ€ๆžšๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‚“ใ ใ€่ฆ‹ใŸๆ‰€ไธ€ๆ–‡็„กใ—ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ—ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ่ฒธใ—ใฆใŠใใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใๅ€Ÿใ‚Šใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใใ‚ˆใ€‚ใŠ้‡‘ใŒๆบœใพใฃใŸใ‚‰ใใฃใจ่ฟ”ใ—ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚ง! ใพใŸใญ!ใ€ ๆ—ฅๆœฌไบบใฎ่ฌ™่™šใ•ใŒ้ ญใซใ‚ˆใŽใฃใŸใŒใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ็™ป้Œฒใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฎ่ข–ใฎไธ‹ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‹ฅๅนฒ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้Š€่ฒจไธ‰ๆžšใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฟ…ใš่ฟ”ใ™ใ“ใจใ‚’็ด„ๆŸใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใง็ฌ‘้ก”ใงๅฐใ•ใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅ„ชใ—ใ’ใชๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซ็งใฏใ“ใฎๅฎฟใซๆณŠใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ๆฐ—้•ทใซๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ‚“ใช่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่ƒŒใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏๅฎฟใฎๅ‡บๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใธใจ็นฐใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚็•ฐไธ–็•Œใงๆœ€ๅˆใซๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸๅ„ชใ—ใ„็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใฎๅฝผๅฅณใธใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใšใซใ€‚ ๅฎฟใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใตใจๅ˜†ๆฏใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใง่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒๅ›ฝใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใงๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅถ็„ถใ ใฃใŸใ€‚็Ÿฅใฃใฆใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้จŽๅฃซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ไปŠใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚‹ในใๆฏŽๆ—ฅ่จ“็ทดใ‚’่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไบŒๅนด้–“ใ‚‚ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใฆๅ…จใๆˆๆžœใŒๅ‡บใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—็„ฆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่จ“็ทดๆ™‚้–“ใ ใ‘ใงใฏ่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ€ๆœใ‚‚ๅคœใ‚‚่จ“็ทดใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ€่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅŠชๅŠ›ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆ—ฉๆœใ€ใพใ ่ชฐใ‚‚็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆง˜ใชๆœๆ—ฉใใซ่บซๆ”ฏๅบฆใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ€ๅ›ฝใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฏ่ฟ‘ใใซ้ญ”็ฃใฎ็”Ÿๆฏใ™ใ‚‹ๆฃฎใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸ้›‘้ญšใ‚’็ทด็ฟ’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹่จ“็ทด็”Ÿใฏๅคšใ„ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งไธ€ไบบใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆ•ฐไฝ“็จ‹ๅบฆใชใ‚‰่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใใฎ้›‘้ญšใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซๆ—ฉๆœ่จ“็ทดใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆ™‚ใ ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€‚ๆœใฏใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใงใ€ๅทฆ็œผใฏๆŠ‰ใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใซ็„กใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใพใ ้จŽๅฃซใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€ๆ•…ใซๅฎŸๆˆฆ็ตŒ้จ“ใฏ็š†็„กใ ใ€‚ไบบใŒๆญปใซใใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใชใฉใ€่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใŒ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไปŠๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใŒๆ‚ชใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅทฆ็œผใฎๅ‚ทใŒใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใซใ‚‚ๆ‚ฒๆƒจใงใ€็„กๆฎ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไบบใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ™ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ๅ€’ใ‚Œใใ†ใซใชใ‚‹่ถณใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใฆๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹ในใๅ‚ใซใ„ใŸๅฆ–็ฒพใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจๅไน—ใ‚Šใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซ็ธ‹ใ‚Šใคใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŽใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใฃ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ใฃ......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆ!!ใ€ ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ็œผใซใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ ใฃใฆใ™ใ‚‹่ฆšๆ‚ŸใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‘ฝใงใ•ใˆๆŠ•ใ’ใ ใ›ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅฟ—ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ๆ€ใ‚ใšใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ็žณใซ่ฆ‹ๆƒšใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใใฎ็žณใซๅฎฟใ‚‹ๅผทใ„ๆ„ๅฟ—ใฏ็ด”็ฒ‹ใงใ€ไฝ•็‰ฉใซใ‚‚ไปฃใˆใŒใŸใ„ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ็ตๆžœ็š„ใซใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฎๆ„ๆ€ใจใ‚‚็›ธใพใฃใฆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆณŠใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฎฟใธ้€ฃใ‚Œๅธฐใ‚Šใ€ๅทฆ็œผใฎๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใฆใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใฎๅ‚ทใ‚’ๅŒ…ๅธฏใง่ฆ†ใ„้š ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญใ€ใ‹......ไธๆ€่ญฐใชๅฅดใ ใฃใŸใช......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฒธใ—ใŸ้Š€่ฒจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏ้‡‘ใฎ่ฒธใ—ๅ€Ÿใ‚Šใชใฉใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซไฟก้ ผใ™ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใงใชใ„ใจใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚่ฒธใ—ใŸใ‚‰่ฟ”ใฃใฆๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒๅธธ่ญ˜ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใพใŸไผšใ†ใฎใŒๆฅฝใ—ใฟใ ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจๆˆปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฎฟใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๆกˆๅ†…ใ‚’้ ผใ‚Šใซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏไธ€ๅบฆ่ฆ‹ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ใงใ‚‚ใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้ฉšใใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใปใฉ่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใชๅ•†ๅบ—่ก—ใฏใŠใใ‚‰ใๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ้šๅˆ†ใจ่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œ็งใ‚‚ใ‚ใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ‚ˆ! ใ†ใฏใฃใ€ใ‚ใฎ็„ผใ้ณฅ็พŽๅ‘ณใใ†!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ้‡‘ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๆญฉใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไบบใ€…ใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚้€”ไธญใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆบใˆใŸๅคงๆŸ„ใฎ็”ทๆ€งใ‚„ๅ†’้™บ่€…็„ถใจใ—ใŸๅฅณๆ€งใชใฉใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸไบบใ‚’่‰ฏใ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผไธ–็•Œใชใฎใงใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚‡ใ‚ใใ‚‡ใ‚ใจๆŒ™ๅ‹•ไธๅฏฉใงใ„ใ‚‹ใจ้€†ใซ็›ฎ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆญฉใใจใ€ไธ€้š›ๅคงใใชๅปบ็‰ฉใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ™ใฎใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ๅปบ็‰ฉใชใฎใงใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใใฎๅปบ็‰ฉใŒใ€Žๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ€ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚็œ‹ๆฟใ‚‰ใ—ใๆจชๆฟใซไฝ•ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใใซใ‚ƒใใซใ‚ƒใจๆ–‡ๅญ—ใŒๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€่ชญใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏไผš่ฉฑใงใฎใฟไฝœ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใงๆ–ฐใŸใช็™บ่ฆ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใคใคใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎๅปบ็‰ฉใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใ€ไธญใธใจ็ถšใๆ‰‰ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ใŠๅ‰ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใฒใ‚‡ใ‚ใฃใกใƒ่บซไฝ“ใงๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‹?ใ€ ไธญใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธ้€šใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฅฝๅฐ่ฑกใ ใฃใŸ่ฉ•ไพกใŒไธ€ๆฐ—ใซไธ‹ใŒใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸๆก”้Ÿณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใฎใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใงใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒใƒใƒใƒ! ใ‚ณใ‚คใƒ„ใฏใŠใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใ‡ใ€ใพใ็ฒพใ€…้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Œใ‚ˆ! ๅŠไธป!ใ€ ใ€Œใฃใฆ......ใ‚“? ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใช......ๅฆ–็ฒพใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ‚“ใฎใ‹......ใธใ‡......ใ€ ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใซ้‡Ž่›ฎใงใ€็„ก็ฒพ้ซญใ‚’็”Ÿใ‚„ใ—ใŸๅคงๆŸ„ใฎ็”ทใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใๆก”้Ÿณใซใชใซใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใใฃใจๅฝผใฏไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๆ†งใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆŒซๆŠ˜ใ—ใฆใ„ใ่€…ใ‚‚็ขบใ‹ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚„ๅฆใ‚„็ดๅพ—ใ—ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ๅฆ–็ฒพใŒ็ใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใช็”ทใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ›ใšใซๅ—ไป˜ใซๆญฉใใ ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚€ใ…......ใชใ‚“ใชใฎใ‚ใฎไบบ! ่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ๆ”พ้กŒ่จ€ใฃใฆ......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ๆ€’ใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚......ๅฆ–็ฒพใฃใฆ็ใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใ? ใงใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ‚“ใชๅๅฟœใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ—ไป˜ใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ—ไป˜ใซใฏๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใจใ„ใ†ในใใชใฎใ‹ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ๅนดไธŠใฎๅฅณๆ€งใŒๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅทจไนณใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅทจไนณใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ›ใ€ใŠๅธฐใ‚Šใฏใ‚ใกใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ€ ใใ†ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅทจไนณใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€็พŽไบบใ€‚้‡‘้ซชใงๅทจไนณใง็พŽไบบใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใจใฆใ‚‚ใƒขใƒ†ใใ†ใชๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใƒ‰็›ด็ƒใซๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซ้šœใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ–ฐ่ฆ็™ป้ŒฒใซๆฅใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œ็„ก่ฆ–ใงใ™ใ‹......ใงใฏใ€ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใฎ่จ˜ๅ…ฅใ‚’ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ไปฃ็ญ†ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใพใ™ใŒใ€ใ„ใ‹ใŒใ„ใŸใ—ใพใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‹ใ—ใ“ใพใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ใงใฏๅๅ‰โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅค‰ๆ…‹ใงใ€ ใ€Œๅพ…ใฃใฆใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅฅณๆ€งใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็™บ่จ€ใŒใ‚ˆใฃใฝใฉๆฐ—ใซ้šœใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใฎๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใฏๆ—ขใซไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธๆถˆใˆๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่ชญใ‚ใชใ„ใŒ็™ป้Œฒๆ›ธ้กžใซๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆ›ธใใ“ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒšใƒณใ‚’ๆŒใคๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽดใฟใ€ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ้›ขใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใพใ™ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ๅค‰ๆ…‹ๆง˜......!ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใกใ“ใใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅฏพๅฟœใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใœใ€ๅทจไนณใฎใŠๅง‰ใ•ใ‚“......!ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๅๅ‰ใฏใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใงใ™ใญ......ๆ€งๅˆฅใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•็”ทใงใ™ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œ่žใ„ใกใ‚ƒใ†? ๅฅณใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œไธ‡ใŒไธ€ใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ ใ€Œ็”ทใงใ™ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใงใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็™ป้Œฒๆ›ธ้กžใฎ็ฉบๆฌ„ใซใ•ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚‰ใจๆ›ธใ่พผใ‚“ใงใ„ใใ€‚ใพใใ€่žใ„ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„ไบ‹ใฏๆ›ธใ‹ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใŒใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไธญใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎ็‰ฝๅˆถใฎใ—ๅˆใ„ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซใซใ“ใซใ“ใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๅ…จใฆๆ›ธใ็ต‚ใˆใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฏใƒšใƒณใ‚’็ฝฎใใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆๅผ•ใๆ”ฃใฃใŸๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใ‚’้€ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚ซใƒผใƒ‰ใ‚’ใŠไฝœใ‚Š่‡ดใ—ใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ใใฎ้–“ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใคใ„ใฆ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใใพใ™ใ€ ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใŒใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ ทใใชใŒใ‚‰้ ญใ‚’่‹ฅๅนฒไธ‹ใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ๅทจไนณใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใฎๅ‘ผใณๆ–นใ‚’ๆ…Žใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใพใ™ใ‹ๅค‰ๆ…‹ๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œๅๅ‰็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใงใ€ ใ—ใคใ“ใๅทจไนณๅทจไนณใจ็…ฉใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅฟƒๅบ•ใ†ใ–ใใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฐ่ฑกใฏๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚ไป•ไบ‹ใ ใจๅ‰ฒใ‚Šๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใคใคใ€่ฉฑใ‚’ๅ††ๆป‘ใซ้€ฒใ‚ใ‚‹็‚บใซๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฏๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ใคใใชใŒใ‚‰ๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒŸใ‚ขใƒปใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‚ฐใƒชใ‚นใจ็”ณใ—ใพใ™ใ€ใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‚ฐใƒชใ‚นใจใŠๅ‘ผใณใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใๅทจไนณใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œไป•่ˆžใ„ใซใฏๅผ•ใฃๅฉใใพใ™ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ็‰ฉๅ‡„ใ„ๆ€’ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ”พใกใชใŒใ‚‰ๅนณๆ‰‹ใ‚’็”จๆ„ใ™ใ‚‹ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใŒ่‰ฏใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใ ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ด ็›ดใซ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใ‚’่ฒฐใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆญปใซใใ†ใ ใจๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็ด ็›ดใซ่ฌใฃใŸใ“ใจใงๅนพๅˆ†ๆฐ—ใŒๆ™ดใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅนพใคใ‹ใฎๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๆ‰‹็นฐใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ›ใ€ใƒ‘ใƒฉใƒ‘ใƒฉใจๆฒใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใšใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใจๅ†’้™บ่€…ๆง˜ๆ–นใจใฎไป•ไบ‹ใซใคใ„ใฆๅพกๆ•™ใˆใ—ใพใ™ใญใ€‚ใ”ๅญ˜ใ˜ใ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใฏไธ€่ˆฌใฎๆ–นใ€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๆง˜ๆ–นใธใจ็ดนไป‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ไป•ไบ‹ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๆง˜ใŒๅ—ๆณจใ€้”ๆˆใ—ใ€ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’ๆธกใ™ใจใ„ใ†ๆตใ‚Œใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๆˆ‘ใ€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅดใฏไพ้ ผใฎ็ดนไป‹ใ€็ฎก็†ใ‚’ไป•ไบ‹ใจใ—ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅดใฏไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ๆณจใ€้”ๆˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ไป•ไบ‹ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ™ใญใ€‚ใงใ™ใŒใ€ไพ้ ผใซใฏๅฝ“็„ถๅฑ้™บใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‚ๅคšใๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ”็ฃใฎ่จŽไผใจใ‹ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใฎ้€šใ‚Šใงใ™ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใฎไพ้ ผใซใ€ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฎไฝŽใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’ๆดพ้ฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ๅคฑๆ•—ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅดใฎ้Žๅคฑใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใฏไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅŸบๆบ–ใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๆ–นใ€…ใซ้šŽ็ดšๅˆถใ‚’็”จใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใซ้ ทใใชใŒใ‚‰่žใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€่žใใชใ‚Œใชใ„่จ€่‘‰ใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ้šŽ็ดšๅˆถใจใฏใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๆง˜ใŒๅ—ๆณจใ™ใ‚‹ไพ้ ผใซใ€ใใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒไผดใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎๅŸบๆบ–ใจใชใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ™ใ€‚้šŽ็ดšใฏSใ€Aใ€Bใ€Cใ€Dใ€Eใ€Fใ€Gใ€Hใฎ9ๆฎต้šŽใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๆœ€ไฝŽFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒ่ชใ‚ใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชใซๅผฑใ„้ญ”็ฃใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผ็ณปใฎไพ้ ผใฏๅ—ๆณจๅ‡บๆฅใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใกใชใฟใซๅƒ•ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ–ฐ่ฆ็™ป้Œฒใฎๆ–นใฏใ€ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉๅผทใใฆใ‚‚Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใƒˆใจใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ„ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šใฏ้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผ็ณปใฎไพ้ ผใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚็”Ÿๆดป่ฒปใ‚’็จผใใŸใ‚ใ ใ‘ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฏๅˆฅใซๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆง˜ๅญใซใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๆ€ช่จใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใŒใ€่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚ŒใฏFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใชใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃใซใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ๆง˜ใซใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚็ฐกๅ˜ใชไพ‹ใจใ—ใฆใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚’ๆŒ™ใ’ใพใ™ใŒใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏFใจๅฎšใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆ•ฐๅใ„ใ‚Œใฐ็ฐกๅ˜ใซๅ€’ใ™ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใญใ€‚ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซ้ญ”็ฃใจๅŒใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆ•ฐๅใงๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Œใฐๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใง่จŽไผๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏDใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใพใงใงใ™ใ€‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไธŠใซใฏ้ญ”็ฃใ ใ‘ใงใชใใ€้ญ”ๆ—ใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€Ž็Ÿฅ่ƒฝใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸใ€่€…ใŒใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ้ญ”ๆ—้”ใซใฏๅŒใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆ•ฐๅใ„ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆ•ตใ‚ใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ใพใŸ่žใใชใ‚Œใชใ„่จ€่‘‰ใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ญ”็ฃใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่„…ๅจใ ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไธŠใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฅฒใฃใŸใ‚ใฎๅคง่œ˜่››ใ‚„ๅคง็‹ผใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅฅดใ‚‰ใซใฏใฉใ†ๅฏพๆŠ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€ŒๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใซใฏBใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆœ€ไฝŽไธ€ไบบใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๆกไปถใงๅ—ๆณจๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ˜็‹ฌใงไปปใ›ใฆใ‚‚ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใชใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใจCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๅผทใใชใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใญ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ? Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใญใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใฏๅคฉ็ฝใจๅŒใ˜่„…ๅจใงใ™ใ€‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฎๆ–นใŒ้–“้•ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ ทใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒŸใ‚ขใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‚ฐใƒชใ‚นใจใŠๅ‘ผใณใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใช็˜ดๆฐ—ใฃใฝใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’็บใฃใŸ้ญ”ๆ—ใฃใฆ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฃใซใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใŒ้™ใ‹ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆธกใ™ใŒใ€ๅ…จๅ“กใŒๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ€้ฉšๆ„•ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใงใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใใ‚‰ใใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ™......็˜ดๆฐ—ใซ้š ใ‚Œใฆๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸ่€…ใฏใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹่ตคใ„็žณใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€่‰ฏใๅทฆ็œผใ ใ‘ใงๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใชๅƒ•ใ€ใจๅ†…ๅฟƒๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ๆ•…ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€ไปฅๅ‰่ฆ‹ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใฆๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใซๅฎ‰ๅ ตใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๆตใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒๅ‡บ็พใ—ใŸใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฎŸ้š›ใซ็พใ‚Œใฆใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไบบ้–“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ƒฝๅˆใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๆง˜ใซ่งฃ้‡ˆใ—ใŸใŒใ‚‹็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎไบบ้–“้”ใŒๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใจใฏ่ฃ่…นใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ€Žไปฅๅ‰ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใปใ‚“ใฎๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ใฎใ“ใจใงใ€ใ™ใใใฐใฎๆฃฎใซ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏใพใ ่ชฐใ‚‚ไบˆๆƒณใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใฎใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅพŒใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใงใ™ใŒ......ใจใซใ‹ใใ€ใใฎๆง˜ใซใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒๅฎšใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใ€ŒใพใŸใ€ไป–ใซใ‚‚่จŽไผใ—ใŸ้ญ”็ฃใฎ้ƒจไฝใ‚„็ด ๆใฎๅฃฒๅดใ‚‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใง่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ๆ˜ฏ้žใ”ๅˆฉ็”จใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใฏ......ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใŒใใคใญๆง˜ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚ซใƒผใƒ‰ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ไธๅบฆใ€ไป–ใฎๅฝนๅ“กใŒๅ‡บๆฅไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚ซใƒผใƒ‰ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใŸใฎใงใ€้‰›่‰ฒใฎใ‚ซใƒผใƒ‰ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ‰‹ๆธกใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅๅ‰ใจใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒ่กจ่จ˜ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€็™ป้Œฒๆ–™ใŒ้Š€่ฒจไธ€ๆžšใจใชใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œไธๅบฆใ€ใŠ้ ใ‹ใ‚Šใ„ใŸใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€ใ”ๅฅ้—˜ใฎใปใฉใŠ็ฅˆใ‚Šใ„ใŸใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒๆทฑใ€…ใจ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ€ๅฏพๅฟœ็ต‚ไบ†ใ‚’ๆ…‹ๅบฆใง็คบใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚ญใƒชใƒƒใจ็žณใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ€ๅทจไนณใ ใช......!ใ€ ใใ†ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใŸใ“ใจใงๆœบใจ่บซไฝ“ใงๆŠผใ—ๆฝฐใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๅคงใใช่ƒธใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ้’็ญ‹ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆๆ”นใ‚ใฆใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
[Adventurer's Guild] [anyway, we were thinking of joining the [Adventurer's Guild]] Hearing Rishe's word Kitsune replied that. Though after she listed to those words, Rishe's face looks worried. Then after a few second, she said "yes". [isn't it great? Since aside from fighting, there's also peaceful request like helping people-na, it's reasonable level for getting living expenses] Hearing that, she agreed to Kitsune's plan. But these advantages again, is varied and different based on the every country where the Guild is located. The reason is due to the give and take relationship. For example, Guild in country A, will make agreements based on the benefit of the country a. The most common ones would be that as long as the adventurer is registered to that country Guild, he/she must become the military asset of the country. And can be summoned for emergencies like Magic Beast subjugation/ bandit subjugation. This is because in country a there is the king who thinks about his kingdom subjects dearly. In short, the country recognize the Guild branch, and in exchange, the Guild cannot refuse if the country they are located in, gave a request when they're in crisis. Thus, the Guild requirement will also vary according to their location. And usually since there's many danger on every country, they would also like to put as much fighting strength as they can muster. Thus usually in these Guild there is a strong person who can take care of even powerful Magic Beast. And also, adventurer's have another name, and that is [free man]. Dead or alive, live for good, live for bad, to battle or to flee, it's their own risk and decision to make. That's why the romance, the drama. For Kitsune though, right now, it's a job to just get by in life. Though there's not few mans or womans who became an adventurer. [I see, then let's begin, joining the Guild] For Kitsune, he stood after getting an affirmation from Rishe. Finia that felt the conversation is over also starts to flap her wings. "Strike while the iron is hot", so within today, he needs to prepare some money and get a place to live in. He can't afford to waste any more time. [ah, wait a moment] Rishe stops him. Kitsune only looks back, and Rishe gave 3 silver coins to Kitsune. Unconsciously, Kitsune tilts his head and shows confusion. [to register with the Guild you need 1 silver coin, I think you look poor, so i'll lent it to you] [... Then let me borrow this with thanks, when I can gather enough money, i'll return it] Rishe! See you again!] A thought of Japanese modesty flashes in his mind, and to register to the Guild, there should be some undertakings. So with a bitter smile, Kitsune puts the 3 silver coins into his pouch. Then he promised, that he will definitely return it. Finia also has the same feeling and with her little hand she waved while smiling. While giving her gentle smile to Kitsune and Finia, Rishe returns back. [aa, i'm basically staying in this inn, I'll wait for them patiently.] [leaving those words, Kitsune left the door of the inn. He won't forget that his first encounter with a human being in this world is a very kind and generous girl. After seeing Kitsune goodbye from the inn, Rishe let out her breath, "fiuhh" and remembered her discussion with Kitsune and Finia. Rishe finding a person lying in front of miniera entrance is purely coincidence. As known, Rishe is an apprentice knight, and right now as much as possible she trained everyday. But, for her, the spent 2 years yield no results, it's making her impatient. Though she practice day and night, she thought that she lacks practice and it takes more effort for her than people around her. That's why, early in the morning, where nobody is awake yet, she wore her uniform neatly and left the city. In this city, the nearest forest has a habitat of magical beast, and after getting out of that forest, there's a lot of small fish that can be made training opponent. Though Rishe is alone, she won't lose to such low fries. She though to train with those today early morning. That is when she met Kitsune. His clothes were worn out, and when she saw Kitsune's hollowed left eye that looks like it was taken, it made Rishe felt fainting. She is not a knight yet, therefore she has absolutely no experience in real battle. Someone who are dying, or near death, she has never encountered such situation/person. If she remembers it now, she felt uneasy, the wound on his left eyes is too severe. It was supposed to be too much for her. But for Rishe who is aiming to become a knight for helping people, seeing the small fairy beside Kitsune, who kept on trying to help Kitsune with her healing magic even though she herself almost passed out, Rishe started to talk to the fairy... who introduced herself as Finia, and she kept on saying this to Rishe. [please!, Kitsune san... please help Kitsune!] Even in her logic, she have the intention to abandon them. For Rishe, without thinking at that time, she admired Finia's pupil, there's a strong will residing inside of her, and she felt that it's priceless compared to anything. As the result, her intention to abandon them caved, and she helped them instead. She brought them to her inn, and treated his left eye, and somehow managed to bandage the wounds. [he...Is... that Kitsune... a very strange person isn't he... but, I don't feel uncomfortable with him] Rishe remembered the silver coins that were lent to Kitsune. In this world, something like borrowing money is usually requested first by the borrower. Because if you just lend it, then it might be lost. These kinds of things are common sense. [until then, I will wait for the enjoyment to meet you again] Muttering that, Rishe returns to her room. Kitsune is going from the inn towards the Guild guided by Finia. Even if it's already afternoon, the path he took is still noisy from people's conversation. A lot of shops are entertaining their waiting customers, sounds of metal knocking from shops that are working on something, somebody chatted with friends, it's a lively sound that gave off a pleasant atmosphere. Finia doesn't feel that way when she looked at it the first time, but for Kitsune, he felt amazed by all of this. Perhaps, this kind of town shops is rarely seen in his own world. [it's extremely noisy, right!?] [yes, I'm also very surprised! Uwaaaa! That yakitori looks delicious!] [well it's useless if we don't have the money to buy it right?] Kitsune saw various conditions of people while he walks. Midway, he saw a group of males and a female adventurer that carry a sword like Rishe, Kitsune doesn't mind too much since it's a world with fantasy like setting where people commonly carry weapons. On the opposite walking here and there restlessly will only be considered suspicious behavior and only makes him stands out. After he walks from that place for a moment, there's a big conspicuous building. it's similar looking building that Finia pointed at earlier, so maybe that building is the [Adventurer's Guild] isn't it?. A horizontal thin metal signboard is written with flabby alphabets, so he can't read it. He realized that the {world language translator} skill is only usable in conversation and not in writings. With mixed feelings, he finds out new things, he opened the 2 adjoined doors from the middle. [what are you... such thin and weak looking body... wanna be an adventurer?] Kitsune does look like what the adventurer said. Kitsune's good impression of the place immediately fell. [ah yes I would like to] [hahahahaha!!! This guy is interesting! Well good luck! Boy!] [e..? Ah, I know! You have a fairy with you... hee...] The large build man who grew unshaven stubble and was obviously barbarous said so. Maybe, for them, they thought that Kitsune would give up upon taking jobs as adventurer. There were those adventurers who yearns for something, and fails. But, as soon as Finia is seen, the expression like consent is shown to my face. Whether a sprite is unusual or not it's not known, but without worrying about the guy's word too much, Kitsune begins to walk to the receptionist desk. [muuu... what is that person! Makes me wants to say things...!!!] [don't get too angry Finia chan.. And .. At any rate, is fairy a strange being?] [dunno, but Rishe didn't seem to mind, right?] [.. Hmmm ...] While chatting with Finia, Kitsune arrived at the reception. There's a slightly older looking lady at the counter wearing her business smile looking at Kitsune while he took a seat. it's a woman with a soft impression and blonde hair. But it can be seen that she wore the same uniform as other receptionist [big oppai] [yeay big oppai!] [welcome, the exit is that way] Yes, she had big breast, moreover a real beauty, with blond hair.. And big breasts, very mote (cute/popular disposition). For whatever she just said, she had a fashionable appearance. Kitsune saw the beauty in his eyes and unconsciously muttered those words, but it seems the lady is offended instead. [excuse me, I would like to register with the Guild] [i'm ignored... in any case, please fill in this form. On behalf of someone else is ok, is it fine for you?] [understood, your name is registered as ______ hentai] [wait] Somehow for this missy receptionist, Kitsune's words really touched a nerve in her, her earlier business smile is already gone somewhere. [could you please let go of my hand, hentai-sama...!] [same here, big oppai sister...!] [then... what is your name?] [it is Kitsune sama.... Gender-- man, right?] [why are you asking me for that? Do I look like a woman?] [there is some possibility, so just in case] [i am a man] While the missy receptionist is writing on the blank columns of Kitsune's registration form. He got a feeling that somehow they don't need to write the form is something he doesn't want to know. In the middle of it, while watching the receptionist and Kitsune restraining each other, Finia smiled and laughed happily. And then, the receptionist lady put her pen down after all the form is finished, and look at Kitsune with a smirk and pained business smile. [well then, now we will make the Guild Card, until it finished I will explain about the Guild] Hearing the receptionist lady, Kitsune nodded a bit. [please, big oppai-san] [could you please be careful with those way of calling, hentai-sama] [it's because I don't know your name] The receptionist lady looks sincerely annoyed with Kitsune that says oppai-oppai. Maybe to her the impression of Kitsune is the worst. But she thought that it's work, and for her work to go smoothly, the receptionist lady sighed while saying her name. [...Mia Tigris. You can call me Tigris] [nice to meet you big oppai-san] [do you want me to slap you to an end?] Mia, with a very angry look prepares her open hand while smiling, makes Kitsune bow his head deeply. He felt if he got even one slap, he could die. Maybe due to Kitsune's apology, Mia felt a bit better and she started explaining about the Guild. Some documents were taken by her, then she started speaking while opening the sheets with a fast and orderly manner. [first I will tell you about Guilds and adventurer. You may already know that Guild accept requests from ordinary peoples, and introduces the job to adventurers. Afterward, the adventurers will accept the order, complete it, and will be given compensation] [yes] [it's in short; we Guild side will introduce you the order, and be in charge for it, and you adventurer side will accept the order, and complete it. But of course, there is a dangerous one as well] [like magical beast subjugation or something like that, isn't it?] [indeed, for magical beast subjugation order, we can't dispatch adventurer with weak jitsuryoku, because if the adventurer fails the quest, it would be the Guilds mistake. So, as a standard for order differentiation at the Guild, we are using class system for each adventurer] Kutunse is nodding at Mia's explanation, and words that he never heard before [class system] appeared. With his question mark, the explanation continues. [the meaning of class system is basically standardization of each adventurers. Whether they have enough jitsuryoku to get the order. The class system has 9 rank, A/B/C/D/E/F/G/H and as far as F rank below adventurer that are recognized by the Guild, no matter how weak the magical beast, they can't get the job.] [ I understand.... By the way, how about me?] [for new registration, no matter your strength is, you have to start from H rank] Kitsune feels bit relieved hearing that. Because for H rank boundary, it is ok for them to not get order related to magical beast subjugation. It is just to earn money for life-adventurer be, so that, he doesn't need to thinking about rank. Mia's expression perplexed at seeing Kitsune's manner, and she continue her explanation. [this is applicable after you are at F rank, magical beast also same, they are divided by rank. For example, you are given goblin subjugation job to defeat. Goblins are settled as F rank. About that, it means that F rank group adventurers could beat them easily] [yes, like that. Principally, magical beast with same rank adventurers, they could beat them] [but, magical beast subjugation until d rank only. C rank above adventurers works not only for magical beast subjugation but also Mazoku (devil tribe) who had [intellectual]. Those Mazoku group are the opponent of their same level adventurers, right?] Mazoku, again another word I never heard I appeared.. Kitsune that heard there are scarier beings than Magical Beast, hides his worry. Stronger than Magical Beast, means stronger than the big spider and the big wolf that assaulted him. "...how are those kinds of requests dealt with then?" "Basically, for a C-rank subjugation request, at least one adventurer who is B-rank or above would be assigned and required to handle it. With an A-rank adventurer, we can be at ease even if they go alone, but then our C-rank adventurers would never have the chance to grow." "Makes sense... Then what about those so-called A-rank Mazoku? It's not like there's a swarm of S-rank adventurers to take care of it, right?" (Note: he's saying this because she was saying it should always be one rank higher) "Indeed, A-rank Mazoku are at the same threat level as a natural disaster. Trying to go against them would be a mistake." (T/N: huge thanks to Epithetic!!!) Kitsune nodded. And, he decided to ask about the Miasma monster that he thought about. [nee, Mia san] [please call me Tigris] [do you know of a Mazoku wrapped in very black Miasma?] [as soon as Kitsune asked, the Guild become silent. Kitsune realized that and observes the atmosphere, everyone is looking at Kitsune. Coming back to Mia that also gazed upon Kitsune, she gave off a shocked face. [what happened?] [Akai Yoru (Red Night)] [what?] [perhaps, what you are describing is ... (Red Night)... a rank A Mazoku... hidden inside Miasma, never shown the real body to another person, but you can see their red eyes in the Miasma, so it's called Red Night] Kitsune thought to hide his severe left eye injury when heard that. [why do you want to know about Red Night?] [nothing really, I just want to know because I heard about it before] After Kitsune said that, the atmosphere inside the Guild flowed again. Perhaps they thought that it's not about (Red Night) showing up. In fact, they felt relieved they didn't saw it themselves. But, human always felt alive when they feel safe... that's what they thought. And also, opposites of what the people around Kitsune thought, in fact he just experience it just now, besides the forest, no one can imagine that. After Kitsune told that, the explanation is only a little bit more. [ok then.... In any case, rank division can be informed as such] [yes, understood] [and another, about the magical beast subjugation and the materials, it can also be sold to the Guild, please utilize it] [very well, here is your Guild card, Kitsune san] Very nice timing, since the official Guild card is done, it was given to Kitsune. There it has his name and rank. [with this the registration fee becomes 1 silver coin] [I confirmed the money acceptance. I wish you good luck] Mia bows her head deeply as a sign that the conversation is over. While squinting his eyes Kitsune saw a certain parts of the lady. [it really is, a big breast huh.....!] Right, it's the big oppai that is on the table while Mia bows. [while standing at the blue line, Mia again showed the exit's.
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้”ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’้™คใ„ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใŒใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธŠใ’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ไธ€ใคใฎ็ญ”ใˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใใฎใพใพใ€Ž็‚Ž้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€ใ‚„ใ€Žๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€ใง้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๆตใ‚Œไฝœๆฅญ็š„ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใงๆˆฆใˆใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ใจใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๆ•ตใ ใจ่ช่ญ˜ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซๅผทใใชใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€ๅธธใซ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ๅ„ชไฝใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€ๆ•…ใซๆ•ตใฏใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎ็™บๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅฏŸ็Ÿฅใ™ใ‚‹ใจ้€ƒใ’ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๆ•ตใจๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ่พบใฎ็Ÿณใ“ใ‚็จ‹ๅบฆใฎ่ช่ญ˜ใซใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใใ†็ต่ซ–ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅผทๅผ•ใช็†ๅฑˆใ ใŒใ€ใใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธŠใ’ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใ™ใ‚‰ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ใ„ใ†่ช่ญ˜ใฎๅผทๅผ•ใชๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’ไธ€ๅบฆไฝ“้จ“ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่™ใ‚ใ‚’ๆ—ฅๅธธใจใ—ใฆไบซๅ—ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†้ขจใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚’ๆปๅญๆ›ฒใ’ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠๅ›žใ‚‚ใใ†ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ไธŠใŒใฃใŸไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ€ ็ตๆžœใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใซ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใๆˆฆ้—˜ใซๆŒใก่พผใ‚€ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๆ•ตใจๆ€ใ‚ใšใ€็Ÿณใ“ใ‚ใฎๆง˜ใซ่ช่ญ˜ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ€‚ ๅฏงใ‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ€ๆ•ตใ‚’ๆŒ‘็™บใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†็ตๆžœใซใ‚‚ใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ•ตใจใ—ใฆ่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃ้”ใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฒทใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ใ“ใจใงใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’้ †่ชฟใซไธŠใ’ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv6(โ†‘2UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:40 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:100 ่€ๆ€ง:220 ๆ•ๆท:90 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:60 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv2(โ†‘1UP)ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่€ๆ€งใฎ้ฉๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใŸใฃใŸ2ใคใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใง้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใŠใŠใ‚ˆใๅŠๅˆ†็จ‹ใพใงๆ•ฐๅ€คใ‚’ๅ‘ไธŠใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใใฎๅŠ้ขใ€่ฝใก่พผใ‚€ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฏไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้™็•Œๅ€คใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใŸใฃใŸใฎ40ใง็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฎๆˆ้•ท้™็•Œใจใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใคใใฅใๆตใพใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใฎ้™็•ŒใŒใ“ใ‚“ใชใซใ™ใใซ่จชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใชใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ ใ ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใฏใ‘ใ—ใฆๅฟ…่ฆใชใ„ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใƒผใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธŠใŒใฃใŸ? ไธŠใŒใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰้€ไธ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎไธ‹ใธใ‚„ใฃใฆใใฆใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’่žใใซๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ็ขบ่ชใ—ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใˆใƒผใจใ€ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv16(โ†‘5UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:350 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:600 ่€ๆ€ง:140 ๆ•ๆท:500 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:5400 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็‰‡ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•Lv3ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๅ›žๅพฉLv4ใ€ใ€Žๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•Lv3ใ€ใ€Ž็ซ้ญ”ๆณ•Lv4ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv1ใ€ PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€5ใคใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚้ †่ชฟใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ”ใจใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใ‚Šใซใใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใๅฟ…่ฆ็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใŒ้ซ˜ใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒใใ‚“ใใ‚“ไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใใ“ใจใซๅฐ‘ใ—ๅŠฃ็ญ‰ๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใฎใ‹? ใกใใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‚ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใใ‚ใใ‚็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใ€ๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚ใใ‚็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซ็–ฒใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใฎใงใ€ๅธฐๅฎ…ใ‚’้€ฒ่จ€ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒˆใƒ‰ใƒกใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๅˆบใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซๅฐๅ‰ฃใง่‚‰ใ‚’ๆŠ‰ใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏๆ…ฃใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใซๆญปใ‚“ใ ๆ™‚ใซใ€็”ทๅญ็”Ÿๅพ’ใฎ่‚‰ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒ่˜‡ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ“ใ‚ใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ใ‚ใใ“ใง้นฟใฟใŸใ„ใชใฎใซใƒžใ‚ฆใƒณใƒˆๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใชใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚“ใฎ!?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ฅใ„ใง้ง†ใ‘ใคใ‘ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎไธŠใซใฎใ—ใ‹ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้นฟใฃใฝใ„้ญ”็ฃใ‚’่นด้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......ไฝ™่จˆใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใ‚„ใ‚ŒใŸ!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒžใ‚ฆใƒณใƒˆๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใฆใŸๅฅดใŒ่‰ฏใ่จ€ใˆใŸใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใใฃ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆๅคฉ็„ถใชใฎใ‹ใช!ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ่’ใ„ๆฏใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅผทๆฐ—ใซ็™บ่จ€ใ—ใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๆ‰“ใกใฎใ‚ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใŒใใƒผใ‚“ใจๅ››ใคใ‚“้€™ใ„ใซใชใฃใฆ่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎๅ‰ฒใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ็ตๆง‹ๅผฑใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ…......่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆไฝ™่ฃ•ใฎ็ญˆใชใ‚“ใ ใŒ......ๆ•ตใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใจ็ทŠๅผตใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใ€ ้•ใฃใŸใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใชๅŽŸๅ› ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚ใใ‚ๅƒ•้”ๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅธฐใ‚‰ใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€็งใ‚‚ๅธฐใ‚‹ใ€ ่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใ ๆง˜ๅญใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆš—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใง็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ไฟฏใใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ›ฝใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆญฉใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใใฎๅพŒใ‚’่ฟฝใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅ…ˆ่ผฉ้ขจใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ ผไธŠใฎๆ…‹ๅบฆใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ€ใ„ใ–่“‹ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐใ“ใฎๆœ‰ใ‚Šๆง˜ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ•ขใˆใฆใใ“ใซ่งฆใ‚ŒใŸใ‚Šใฏใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‚’ๆฝœใฃใฆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝ......ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใ€‚็ตๆžœ็š„ใซๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ๅŽ็ฉซใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๆœ‰ๆ„็พฉใชๆ™‚้–“ใ ใฃใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ไปŠๅ›žใฎใ“ใจใงๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆˆฆใ†ๆ™‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’็Ÿณใ“ใ‚ใฎๆง˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆˆฆใ„ๆ–นใ‚’ไผšๅพ—ใ—ใŸใฎใงใ€ไธ่ฆใชๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฒทใ†ๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’ๅผทใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใŠใใ‚‰ใไบบใจๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ไฝ™่จˆใซๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใใคใญใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ? ใƒ’ใƒซใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚คใƒ ใƒ™ใ‚ขใƒผใฎไปถใจใ‹......ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ‹? ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใฏ้ญ”็ฃใฎ็ด ๆไปฅๅค–ใซใ‚‚ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’่ฒทใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎใƒ’ใƒซใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚คใƒ ใƒ™ใ‚ขใƒผใŒๆฃฎใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใฏๅ ฑๅ‘Šใ™ใ‚Œใฐใใ“ใใ“้ซ˜ๅ€คใง่ฒทใ„ๅ–ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใŒ......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็œผใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใพใง่ฒทใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใชใ„ๆ‰‹ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ˜ฏ้žๆ˜ฏ้žๅˆฉ็”จใ•ใ›ใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚ŒใฃใฆAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸๅ ดๅˆใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใŠ้‡‘่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€ŒๅซŒใชไพ‹ใ ใช......ใใ†ใ ใช......Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใชใ‚‰ไบ‹ๅ‰ใซๅฏพ็ญ–ใ‚‚ใจใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ—ใชใ€้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžšไฝใฏ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฃใฆ้Š€่ฒจไฝ•ๆžšๅˆ†?ใ€ ใ€Œ้Š€่ฒจ100ๆžšใง้‡‘่ฒจ1ๆžšใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€300ๆžšใ ใชใ€ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€300ไธ‡ๅ††ใ€‚ใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„้ซ˜้กใฎ้‡‘ใŒๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๅนธใ„ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ1้€ฑ้–“ๅ‰ใซ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ™ใใใ“ใฎๆฃฎใฎไธญใงใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซๅ ฑๅ‘Šใ™ใ‚Œใฐ้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžš่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎใŠ้‡‘ใ•ใˆใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏ? ใใ†่€ƒใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅฃฒใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ็งใฏๅ…ˆใซๅฎฟใซๆˆปใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆง˜ๅญใŒไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๅค‰ใ ใชใจ่จใ—ใ’ใชใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ ใŒใ€ๆฐ—ใฎใ›ใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใคใคๅฎฟใธใจๆˆปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎใ“ใจๆ•™ใˆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซใจใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆœ‰็›Šใชๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐๅคง้‡‘ใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆ่žใ„ใฆใใŸใ“ใจใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใพใŸ็œŸๅ‰ฃใช้ขๆŒใกใง็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใงใ„ใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏๅคง้‡‘ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใช็‰ฉไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไบ‹ใชใ‚‰ใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏๆ—ฉใ„ๅ†…ใซไฝ•ใจใ‹ใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ„ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ๆฌกไผšใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฏใ€ๅทฆ็œผใ ใ‘ใงใฏๆธˆใพใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใใฎๅ‰ใซๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใซไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใจ้•ใฃใฆใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰้™ใ‹ใ ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€็š†ไฝ•ใ‹ใซๆ€ฏใˆใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่‚ฉใ‚’็‹ญใใ—ใฆไฟฏใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้จ’ใŒใ—ใ„ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใ—ใฆใฏ้šๅˆ†ใจๆš—ใ„้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใช็ฉบๆฐ—ใฎไธญใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใฆๆญฉใใ ใ™ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไฟฏใ„ใฆใ„ใŸๅ…จๅ“กใŒ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ๆ•‘ไธ–ไธปใฎๆง˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ?ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใชใ„ใพใพใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚ใฃใŸใฎ? ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚„ใ‘ใซ้™ใ‹ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๆ–นใ‚’ๅ‘ใใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ็ฌ‘้ก”ใงๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่ฟซๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซๅ…จ็„ถ็œผใŒ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใฏๅฏŸใ—ใŸใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไธๆฉŸๅซŒใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใ ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ใจใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฏไธๆฉŸๅซŒใ ใจๅฏŸใ—ใŸใฎใงใ€้šฃใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๆ–นใธใจ็งปๅ‹•ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚’้™คใๅ…จๅ“กใŒ้’่คชใ‚ใŸ้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ‚‚ใ“ใฃใกใซๆฅใชใ„ใงใจๅ…จๅŠ›ใง่จดใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ......ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไฝ•ๆ€’ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€’ใฃใฆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ๅˆฅใซไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€’ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๆ€’ใฃใฆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚Œใงไฝ•ใฎใ”็”จใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่จ“็ทดใซ่กŒใฃใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•!?ใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใใ‚Œใง?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใจใŸใ‚“ใซใƒŸใ‚ขใฎใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใฟใซ้’็ญ‹ใŒ็ซ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠ่ฉฑใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใงใ•ใˆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใฎใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใซ้€ƒใ’่พผใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎไธญใซใฏๅคฑ็ฅžใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่€…ใพใงๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚“......Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒๆฃฎใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’่ฒทใฃใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œ............ใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใŒๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใปใฃใจๆฏใ‚’ๅใๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใปใฃใจใ—ใŸใฎใ‚‚ใคใ‹ใฎ้–“ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆ€ๆกˆใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ๅ›ฝใฎๅฑๆฉŸใซใฏใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šๅ†ท้™ใซๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ๅƒใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ†…ๅฟƒๆ„Ÿๅฟƒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ‚ใพใ‚Šไบบใฎใ„ใชใ„ๆ‰€ใง่ฉฑใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ”็ฃใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใซใคใ„ใฆ......ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆญคๅ‡ฆใงใฏ่ฉฑใ—ใซใใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใงใฏๅฅฅใธใฉใ†ใžใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๅจๅœงๆ„ŸใŒ็„กใใชใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ฉฑใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใฎไธญใซๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅฅฅใธใจๆกˆๅ†…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใตใ–ใ‘ใฆใ„ใชใ„็žณใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๅฏŸใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ„ใฃใŸใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅ…ฌใซใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏ่ค‡้›‘ใช่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใซใ€็”จๆ„ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ“ใธๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’้€šใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใฎๅฅฅใธ้€ฒใ‚“ใงใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญฉใ„ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใซ็ฉบใ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚่ซ‡่ฉฑๅฎคใฎๆง˜ใช้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซใชใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏๆœ€้ฉใฎๅ ดใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใžใ€ใŠๅบงใ‚Šไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ€ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใ‚’ๆŒŸใ‚“ใง็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸไบŒใคใฎใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚กใƒผใฎ็‰‡ๆ–นใธๅบงใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’็šฎๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใซใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใฎใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใ‹ใ‚‰้ก”ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ใชใ‚“ใฎใŠ่ฉฑใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ•ใฃใEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒๆฃฎใฎๅค–ใซๅ‡บใŸใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซๆฅใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ€ๆฃฎใฎไธญใ‚’้€šใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ!ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ้ฉšใ„ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏไปŠ่ปฝใ่จ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใ‚ใฎๆฃฎใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒ้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช็ฐกๅ˜ใชๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ•ฐๅคšใใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒไฝใพใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๅนณๅ‡ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ‚‚Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚้ŽๅŽปใซใฏใ€Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃใƒˆใƒญใƒผใƒซใŒๅ‡บใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆๅŒใ˜Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅ˜็‹ฌใง็ช็ ดใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆ™ฎ้€šๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ“ใ‚’ๆŠœใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸ? ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚็„กใ—ใซ? ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅนธ้‹ใฎๆŒใกไธปใซไป–ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆœฌ้กŒใฏใใ“ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซ็ถšใใ‚’ไฟƒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚้ ทใ„ใฆ็ถšใใ‚’่ชžใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏๆฃฎใฎไธญใงโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซ้ญ้‡ใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......ใใ‚“ใชใฃ!?ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใŒใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎใ™ใใใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใชใฉใจใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰ใฐๅฑ้™บใชไบ‹ๅฎŸใ ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฐใ€ไธ€ๅคœใซใ—ใฆใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใŒๅดฉๅฃŠใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚้Ž่จ€ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆœฌๅฝ“ใงใ™ใ‹......!?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ๅƒ•ใฏ้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’็บใฃใŸ่ตคใ„็žณใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใจๅ‡บไผšใฃใฆใ€ๆญปใซใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใชใ‚“ใจใ‹็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ ็ขบใ‹ใซใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซใคใ„ใฆ่žใ„ใฆใใŸใ—ใ€ๅทฆ็œผใฎๅŒ…ๅธฏใฏ็—›ใ€…ใ—ใ„ใจใ‚‚ๆ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใพใ•ใ‹ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใŒ่ฟ‘ใใธๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ญ‰ใ€ไฟกใ˜ใŸใใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงๅทฆ็œผใ ใ‘ใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใฆๆฎบใ•ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎใ“ใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใในใใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ......ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ‚‚็ตŒใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™......ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ้ ญใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ‚‚ๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใŒๆฝœใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใฎใฏไป•ๆ–นใŒ็„กใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไปŠใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒ้ฝŽใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅนธใ„ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆƒ…ๅ ฑๆไพ›ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใง่ฒทใ„ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๆƒ…ๅ ฑใฎๆœ‰็›Šใ•ใ‚’่€ƒๆ…ฎใ—ใฆ......้‡‘่ฒจ3ๆžšใจ้Š€่ฒจ10ๆžšใงใฉใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใงใฏใ€็”จๆ„ใ—ใฆใพใ„ใ‚Šใพใ™ใฎใงๅฐ‘ใ€…ใŠๅพ…ใกไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ไธ€ๆ—ฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใซๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚
After that, Kitsune and co. was split into two teams. Excluding Rishe, when Kitsune and Finia was thinking about how do raise their level, they found a solution. Finia just need to use her {Fire Magic} and {Light Magic} to defeat any Magical beast as usual. As for Kitsune, without activating {Eeerie Constitution} , it was good as long as he was able to fight with his instinct against his opponent. When Kitsune consider the magical beast as an enemy, involuntarily his "eerie constitution" will be activated. For Kitsune who had become stronger mentally, you could say that he would always in the superior side mentally, therefore the enemy would always run away when he uses his skill. If that's the case, it's better if he didn't think them as an enemy. He just need to consider them as a mere pebbles that scattered around. That was conclusion he got. That was indeed quite a forced logic but, if Kitsune didn't do that, let alone level up, he won't even able to find an opponent to fight against. Besides, Kitsune had experienced an overbearing change from such logic himself. Like at the days he got bullied, he twist his spirit that way. Therefore, this time he was doing the same thing. That was all. "Yes, it raised.. it raised..." And the results, Kitsune was able to fought a small fry magical beast without make them ran away. When he was going to fight a magical beast, he would consider it as a mere pebble first, and then attacked it. Or rather by doing that, that would make as if he was provoking the opponent. Being seen as not his equal opponent, that make the magical beasts were mad. By subjugating them, kitsune and co. able to increase their level. "Status" Kitsune was checking his own status Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Man Lv6(|2UP) Strength : 40 Stamina : 100 Resilience : 220 Agility : 90 Magic : 60 Title :{Other Worlder} Skill :{Pain Resistance Lv2(|1UP)} {Eerie Constitution} {Otherworld Language Translator} {Status Appraisal} {Persistence} {Coercion} {Near Death Experience} As expected Kitsune's aptitude with resilience was seems high. Since just by leveled up by two, his resilience values rose to about half of an S rank adventurers. But on the other hand, there was also a harsh fact. "But my strength didn't increased huh...." Kitsune's strength status didn't increased. Maybe, it's the limit that Rishe had said. With just 40 strength growth limit, and Kitsune seems really wan't blessed. He didn't thought that he would met his attack power limit this soon. "Well whatever, since I have Finia for attack power" But Kitsune didn't care too much. For him that was just an insignificant status. "Kitsune-san!" "Did my level raised? Is it raised?" Finia from just now keep asking Kitsune about her level in detail. Since she can't see her own status, so she asked Kitsune to check it. "Yes yes, hmm" Name : Finia Gender : Woman Lv16(|5UP) Strength : 350 Stamina : 600 Persistance : 140 Dexterity : 500 Magic : 5400 Title : {Fairy of Unrequited Love} Skill :{Light Magic Lv3} {Mana Recovery Lv4} {Healing Magic Lv3} {Fire Magic Lv4} {Physical Reinforcement Lv1} PT Member : *Naginata Kitsune "Yes, It raised by five levels." Finia also seemed to leveled up nicely. But, Kitsune felt that the higher the level the harder to level up. Was that perhaps because the necessary experience became higher as well? Rather from that, the more Finia's level increased, he felt a bit inferior than her. What, did fairies could level up that easily? It felt like, "dammit". "Or rather, I'm getting tired, so let's just go home" When Kitsune was gradually tired mentally, he asked to go home. And Finia's agree with that. At the previous battle, Finia was the one who launch the finishing blow,as expected he hasn't used to pierce a body with a small sword yet. Like at the first time he dead, he remembered the feeling when he stab the body of his schoolmates. "By the way, Howe about Rishe-chan?" "Hmm... seems she was being mounted by deer like magical beast there right!" "What are you doing!" Kitsune came rushing there and kick the deer like magic beast away from Rishe. "Haa....haa..... don't do something unnecessary... I could manage something like that!" "For someone who was just being mounted, what a say." "Guh..." "Could it be Rishe-chan is an airhead?" Rishe confidently said it with rough breath but, knocked down by Kitsune's and Finia's word. And then fell to her hands and feet in depression. It seems Rishe's status ratio was rather weak. "Uu... with my statuses values I should be able to easily subjugate such a thing but.. but when the opponent was in front of me I become so tensed up..." "Ho.." I was wrong, it seems the reason was her mental. "We're intended to going home soon but... Does Rishe-chan isn't going back yet?" "... understood... i will go back as well" The felt down Rishe stood with a gloomy expression, and she walks toward the city entrance while hung her head. Kitsune follows after her. After put such a senior like attitude, and the result was like this. From Rishe's point of view that might be quite embarrassing right. That was why Kitusne purposely didn't touch that matter. * * * After passed the entrance, Kitsune and co. returner to Miniera country. According to the result, for Kitsune since he was able to raise his level up, he thought that it was a fruitful times. It's just, since at this battle the way Kitsune fought was by consider his opponent as a pebble, and that provoked the opponents further to fought but, perhaps if he fought against someone it may unnecessarily angered that person too. "Say... Kitsune, what are you going to do after this? Like the matter of mountain bear or something..." "Eh? What am I going to do?" "Don't you know? At the adventurer guild, aside raw materials from the magical beast they also bought some valuable information, for E rank like the mountain Bear, if you reported the information about its appearance outside the forest I think they may buy it for quite a high price...." Kitsune's eyes were wide opened. So they even bought information huh, that guild, I see. If that was the case than I should use it, I'll use it by all means. "Then, when you encountered an A rank magical beast, how much money you may got?" "What an unpleasant example huh... let's see... since an A rank magical beast need a prior countermeasure to fought against, so at least you may got three gold coins, perhaps?" "How much it equal in silver coins?" "Since one hundreds silver coins equal to one gold coin, then it should be three hundred silver coins." That means three millions rupi. Isn't that mean a gold coin is an outragous sum of money. What a luck, Kitsune has witnessed the appearance of the miasma monster {Red Night} a week ago. Moreover it was inside that forest. If he reported that to the guild, didn't he may able to get that three gold coins. Then with that amount of money, didn't I may be able to do what I had thought? And he thought like that. "Hmm... thanks Rishe-chan, I'll try to sell that information." "Ah, yes... then, I'm going to return to the inn first." "Yes, let's go, Finia-chan." Rishe thought that there was something strange with kitsune's state but, she kept walking toward the inn while thinking that it might just her imagination. As for Kitsune and Finia were went to the guild. "Kitsune-san, are you going to tell them about that monster?" "Yes, since for this country that was a valuable information, and I also want as much money as possible." When Finia asked that without smiling, Kitsune also answered that with a serious expression. It would be good if that was really possible but, Kitsune also needed a large amount of money. Moreover, he wanted them to do something about that monster as soon as possible. If he happens to encounter it again, perhaps that won't end with just his left eyes. "Well, it would be great if I could return to my former world before that happened." While thinking like that, Kitsune arrived at the guild entrance, and enter it like he used to be. After entered, he felt something different from the usual atmosphere. Or rather, they seemed shrunk their shoulder and hung their heads as if scared of something. For a usually noisy guild, that was quite a gloomy atmosphere there. Inside that atmosphere, Kitsune inclined his head. Then, all the adventurers who hung their heads, raised their face when they saw Kitsune as if he was a messiah. "?" Still without facing Mia directly, Kitsune asked her while still gazing at the adventurers. "Say Mia-chan, did something happened? Somehow it feels eerily quiet though...." "There was nothing happened though?" When Kitsune turned toward Mia, Mia was facing him while smiling. That has a considerable intensity. She was smiling but her eyes weren't similing at all. Kitsune thought, the reason for this atmosphere was perhaps because of Mia-chan's bad mood. Since he thought that Mia was quite in a bad mood, so he thought to move toward the receptionist girl next to her. When he did that, excluding Mia, all of their face were become pale. Even the blue haired receptionist girl was trying as hard as she could to convey to him to don't come to her way. "...Haa... Mia-chan, what happened?" "Nothing happened. There is no problem." "You seem angry though." "I am not angry, then, do you need something?" "Ah, umm, when I was training with Rishe-chan-!?" "....Then?" When Rishe's name was came out, suddenly there was a vein popped out at Mia's forehead. It felt as if he would be killed if he said more about her. Even that Finia, she was already took refuge insides Kituse's school uniform's pocket. It seems there were even some adventurers who collapsed. What's up with this pressure. "Uh, um... I think I want to sell the information about an E rank monster which come out from the forest." "...Is that so, I understand." When Mia's pressure lessened, Kitsune and the adventurers were exhaling in relief. Then, at that instant relief, the adventurers were considering about what Kitsune just said. As expected of adventurers, it seems they were still able to think calmly to facing the crisis that may come to this country. Kituse was admiring them inside his heart. "Then, Mia-chan... there's also something I wan't to tell you at a place with as few people as possible but...." "...what is that?" "About the information of a magical beast... it is something which quite hard to say it here." "Is that so... I understand, then please come to the inner room." Since Mia's intimidating aura was disappeared, Kitsune could continue the explanation. The explanation about {Red Night} . Mia lead Kitsune into the interior part of the counter. Perhaps, Mia thought that Kitsune wasn't joking when he said that he had something he want to tell at the place with few people. To tell a complicated information which shouldn't be easily leaked to the public, they had prepared a certain room. And Kitsune was lead to there. Inside the counter, there was a vacant room a bit distance away from there. That room seems like a longue, and it was very suited to tell the information. "Please sit there." Kitsune sat at the sofa across the table as per Mia asked. Then, Finia start to show her face from inside his pocket. "Then... What kind of information is it?" "Yes, I have said that there was an E rank magical beast which come out from the forest right?" "When I came to this country, I passed through that forest." "!" Mia looked very surprised, Kitsune was said it lightly but, that forest wasn't something that could be easily passed by a mere F rank adventurer. Not just that there were many magical beast that lived there, the majority of them were E rank monsters. There was even a rumour that a D rank monster Troll also appeared there. Even if he was an D rank adventurer, normally it was impossible to pass through the forest just by himself. And he passed through there? Without any weapon? If there was anyone who could do that, then he must be had an outrageous great luck. But, the main issue wasn't that. Mia asked Kitsune to continue the story. Then, Kitsune nodded and continued the story. "Inside the forest, I encountered with{Red Night} ." "Wha... that was!?" That monster, to be appeared near to this country, if that was true then that was a very dangerous fact. If {Red Night} was attacking, it wasn't exaggerating that if it might destroy this country overnight. "Was that true...!?" "Yes... I even almost dead when I encountered that monster with dark miasma and red eyes. I was somehow saved by Finia-chan's recovery magic but, my left eye was eaten." Indeed when he just came to this guild, when he heard about the {Red Night} , he seems pained from his bandaged left eye, to think that {Red Night} was appeared nearby, she didn't want to believed that. "I didn't know why it just ate my left eye and didn't kill me but... I thought that I must convey it." "...Haa... I hope you tell me this without waiting for one week to passed by...." Mia was holding her head. Since it was already a week since the appearance of that A rank monster, it can't be helped. But she was still quite grateful that Kitsune convey that information. "Thank you for your information offering. The guild will buy that information." "Considering the value of the information... how about three gold coins and ten silver coins?" "Then, since I'm going to prepare it, please wait a minutes." While saying that, Mia left the room. While sit and leaning to the sofa, Kitsune exhaling greatly. As per Rishe's advice, he could obtain a considerable amount of money. "But Kitsune-san, what are you going to do with that amount of money?" Finia asked that to Kitsune. Then, Kitsune answered it while floating a faint smile.
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็งๅฏใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใ? ๅคšๅˆ†ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†ไฟกใ˜ใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œ็ตถๆœ›็š„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹!!ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅบŠใซ่ฝใจใ—ใ€ๆ‚ฒๅฃฎๆ„Ÿๆผ‚ใ†่กจๆƒ…ใงๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใฎๆ–นๅ‘ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใพใใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใ‚‚ใพใ ๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ—ใ€่ฝใก่พผใ‚€ใ ใ‘่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใŠใ‘ใฐใ‚‚ใ†ๅพŒใฏ็„กใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใงใ€่ƒŒๆฐดใฎ้™ฃ็š„ใชๅŠนๆžœใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‡บใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆตใ‚Œใซไปปใ›ใฆๅฑ•้–‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚นใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆ—ฆ้‚ฃใ•ใ‚“ใŒไฝœใ‚Š็ฝฎใใ—ใฆใŠใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๅค•้ฃฏใ‚’้š…ใฎๆ–นใง้ฃŸใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ ใ€Œๅพ…ใŸใ›ใŸใชใ€็ด„ๆŸ้€šใ‚ŠๆฅใŸใžใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใ€่ฆ‹ใฆใฎ้€šใ‚Š่ฒธใ—ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใพใšใฏไธ€ๆฏใŠ่Œถใงใ‚‚ใฉใ†?ใ€ ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚่…ฐใซใฏ็ซ‹ๆดพใชๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆใ’ใฆใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅ่ฆ‹ใŸๆ™‚ใจๅŒใ˜ๅจๅŽณใจ่ฒซ้Œฒใ‚ใ‚‹ไฝ‡ใพใ„ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไฝ•ๅบฆ่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ๅผท่€…ใฎ้ขจๆ ผใŒๆปฒใฟๅ‡บใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ€–ใ„ๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚“ใ€็”จไปถใฏไธ€ใคใ ใ€‚ใ•ใฃใ•ใจๆธˆใพใ›ใ‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ›ใฃใ‹ใกใ ใชใ......ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎ็™ปๅ ดใซๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆ›ฟใˆใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๆทฑๅ‘ผๅธใ‚’ไธ€ใคๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŸใฃใทใ‚ŠๅฏใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฎ้ขๆง‹ใˆใซไฝ“่ชฟไธ่‰ฏ็ญ‰ใฎ็•ฐๅธธใฏ่ฆ‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่žใ„ใŸ้™ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ‚’ๅ‹™ใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใญใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎๅฎถ็ณปใ‚‚ไปฃใ€…ๆ ผๅผ้ซ˜ใ„้จŽๅฃซใฎ่ก€็ญ‹ใ€ๆ˜”ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎๅฎถ็ณปใฏๅใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่ช‡ใ‚Š้ซ˜ใ„้จŽๅฃซใ‚’่ผฉๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸ็”ฑ็ท’ใ‚ใ‚‹ๅพกๅฎถๆŸ„......ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ“ใพใง่žใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใซใคใ„ใฆใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅพ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใ€Œใพใใญโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ“ใงใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่žใๆ‰€ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ‚“ใช่ก€็ญ‹ใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€2ๅนดใ‚‚่จ“็ทดใ‚’็ฉใ‚“ใง้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ‰่ƒฝใŒ็„กใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใจใ—ใฆใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฎถใซๆŠฑใˆใฆใŠใ‘ใชใใชใฃใŸ......ใใ‚Œใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใพใšใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใ€ใ‚ใใพใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅดใฎๆ„่ฆ‹ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใฏ้–“้•ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ„ใฏไฝ•ใ‹ๅˆฅใฎใ€ใ‚„ใ‚€ใ‚’ๅพ—ใชใ„ไบ‹ๆƒ…ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ€็ขบ่ชใ™ในใใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใช......ๆญฃ็›ดใชๆ‰€ใ€็งใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆ‰่ƒฝใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚่จ“็ทดใง้ญ”็ฃใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ‚‚ใ€ๆจกๆ“ฌๆˆฆใงๆ•™ๅฐŽๅฎ˜ใ‚’ๅ‹™ใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซใจๅ‹่ฒ ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ‚‚ใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงใชใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ๅ‹•ใใงๆƒ…ใ‘ใชใ„ๅงฟใ‚’ๆ™’ใ—ใŸ......ๅ‘ฝใฎๅฅชใ„ๅˆใ„ใงใฏ็„กใ„ๅ‹่ฒ ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆใ‚ใฏๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’ๆ€–ใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€้จŽๅฃซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใจใฏใ„ใˆๅฅณใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใช......ใ ใŒใ€่จ“็ทดใซ้€ฒใ‚“ใงๅŠฑใ‚€ๆง˜ๅญใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ใงใฏใชใ„ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใฏ็ทŠๅผตใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ—2ๅนดใ‚‚่จ“็ทดใ‚’็ฉใ‚ใฐใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆใใ‚‹็ญˆใ ......ใใ‚Œใ‚‚้•ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆ นๆœฌ็š„ใช้ƒจๅˆ†ใงใ€้จŽๅฃซใฎๆ‰่ƒฝใŒๆฌ ๅฆ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ !ใ€ ๆ‰่ƒฝใŒ็„กใ„ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏไป•ๆ–นใฎใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใ€ๅฟ…ใšใ—ใ‚‚ๆฌฒใ—ใ„ๆ‰่ƒฝใŒใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ“ใจใจไธ€่‡ดใ™ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ไบบ้–“ใฏๆŒใกๅพ—ใ‚‹ๆ‰่ƒฝใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ—ใ€้ธๆŠžใ—ใ€ไผธใณใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ๅŠชๅŠ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็จ€ใซ็‰นๅฎšใฎๆ‰่ƒฝใ‚’ๆŒใŸใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๅˆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒไปŠใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็พๅฎŸ็š„ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฝ•ไธ€ใคๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€ๆœŸๅพ…ใซๅฟœใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใซใ€ใ“ใฎๅฑ•้–‹ใฏๅฎšใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ง้”ใฏ้จŽๅฃซใจใ—ใฆ่ช‡ใ‚Š้ซ˜ใไธ€ๆ—ใฎไธ€ไบบใ€‚ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใซ้จŽๅฃซใจใ—ใฆๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ในใใชใฎใ ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ๅ ดๅˆใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใฎๆฑบใ‚ใคใ‘ใซๅ่ซ–ใ—ใŸๆ‰€ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณ่‡ช่บซใŒ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰่จฑๅฎน็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใ‹ใช? 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ๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ็ˆถๆง˜ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€็„ฆใฃใŸ็งใฏ้ง†ใ‘ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ๅคฑ็ญ–ใ€ใจๆ‚ŸใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๆญขใพใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆ„š็ญ–ใ ใจ่€ƒใˆๆ›ดใซๅŠ ้€Ÿใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv2ใ€ใจใ€ŽไฟŠ่ถณใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฎ้–“ๅˆใ„ใฎไธ€ๆญฉๆ‰‹ๅ‰ใงโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๆฎต้šŽใ€ๅŠ ้€Ÿใ™ใ‚‹! ใ€Œใฏใใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€Œ้…ใ„ใชใ€ ไธŠๆฎตใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŒฏใ‚Šไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸๅ‰ฃใฏๆ–œใ‚ใซๆง‹ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็ˆถๆง˜ใฎๅ‰ฃใซๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ“ๅ‹ขใŒๅดฉใ‚Œใ€้š™ใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ“ใธใ€ๅฎน่ตฆใชใ็ˆถๆง˜ใฎๅ‰ฃใŒๆจช่–™ใŽใซ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃ......ใƒƒใใ‚!!ใ€ ใ€Œใชใซใฃ......?ใ€ ็งใฏๆŒฏใ‚Šไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅœฐ้ขใซ็ชใ็ซ‹ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆจชใธๅ€’ใ™ใ€‚ๆจช่–™ใŽใซๆŒฏใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‰ฃใฏ็งใฎ้ก”ใฎๅ‰ใ‚’ใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚ฎใƒชใง้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒ็ขบใ‹ใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใช......ใฉใ‚“ใชๆ‰‹ๅ“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใ......็งใฏไธ€ๆ™ฉใ€ๅฏใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใชใฎใงใ€‚ๅผทใ„ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ€็ก็œ ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใตใ‚“......ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใ‹ใ€ๆ…‹ๅบฆใ‚‚่จ€ๅ‹•ใ‚‚้ฃ„ใ€…ใจ......่ฌŽใฎๅคšใ„็”ทใ ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใงใ™ใญใ€็งใ‚‚ใใ†โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆ€ใ„ใพใ™!ใ€ ไปŠๅบฆใฏ็„ฆใฃใŸ่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ๅ‰ใธใจ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ๅ…ˆใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ไฝฟ็”จใ—ใฆใ€ๅŒๆง˜ใซๅŠ ้€Ÿใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ˆถๆง˜ใ‚‚็งใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’่ชญใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ๆ’นไนฑใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๅทฆๅณใซๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใŒใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฎ็œผใฏ้ญ”็œผใ‚’ไฝฟใ‚ใšใจใ‚‚็งใฎๅงฟใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐ! ใ€Œ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹!ใ€ ไธ‹ๆฎตใ‹ใ‚‰็œŸไธŠใธใ€ๅŠๅ††ใ‚’ๆใใ‚ˆใ†ใช่ปŒ่ทกใ‚’ๆใ„ใฆๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ˆถๆง˜ใฎๅ‰ฃใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€็งใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚’ๆ–œใ‚ๅ‰ใธๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ“ใจใง่บฑใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎใพใพ็ˆถๆง˜ใฎๆจชใ‚’้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใ€ใ™ใใ•ใพๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸ! ใ€Œ้š™โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ‚Šใงใ™!!ใ€ ใ€Œ็”˜ใ„ใชใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ!?ใ€ ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚Šๆง˜ใ€่บซไฝ“ใ”ใจๅ›ž่ปขใ•ใ›ใฆๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฏๆ—ขใซ็งใฎๆ–นใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅˆ‡ๆ›ฟใŒๆ—ฉใ™ใŽใ‚‹! ใ€Œใ‚ฌใƒƒ!?ใ€ ๆŒฏใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŸ”่ปŸใซ้›ใˆใŸ่‚ฉใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆ่ƒŒๅพŒใธใจๅ›žใ—ใ€ใใฎๆŸ„้ ญใง็งใฎ่‚˜ใ‚’ๆญฃ็ขบใซๅฉใ„ใŸใ€‚่…•ใŒๆ›ฒใŒใ‚Šใ€ๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŠœใ„ใŸๅ‰ฃใฎๅจๅŠ›ใŒ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธๅ‘ณใ„ใฃใ€ๅ‰ฃใฎๅจๅŠ›ใฏๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‚่บซไฝ“ใฏๅ›ž่ปขใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใ“ใฎๅจๅŠ›ใฏ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•! ใ€Œ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ ใ€ ๅ›ž่ปขใ—ใŸๅ‹ขใ„ใง็ˆถๆง˜ใซ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€ใใฎ้š™ใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ƒใ™็ˆถๆง˜ใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚้™ใ‹ใซใ€่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰็งใฎ้ฆ–ใธๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅˆƒใŒ็ชใไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅฎŒๅ…จใชๅฝขใงใใ“ใซๅœจใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•—ๅŒ—ๅฎฃ่จ€ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฏๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆ้ž˜ใธใจๅŽใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅ‹•ไฝœใ™ใ‚‰็พŽใ—ใใ€ๆ†งใ‚ŒใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใฎๅคงใใ•ใ‚’็ชใไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‚”ใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅผทใ„็ˆถๆง˜ใŒ่ช‡ใ‚‰ใ—ใๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œๅไธญๅ…ซไน่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใƒผใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ็š„ใซใ‚‚่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€ค็š„ใซใ‚‚ๆ ผใฎๅทฎใŒ้•ใ†ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒๅ‡บใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใงๅฏ›ใ„ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅฏใฃ่ปขใŒใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰้ผปๆญŒใ‚’ๆญŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใƒใƒใƒƒใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใใฆใ„ใ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ„ใญใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆ™‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่…•ใ‚’็ต„ใฟใชใŒใ‚‰่žใ„ใฆใใŸใฎใงใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใซ่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐๅ‡บใ‚‹็ต่ซ–ใ‚’ไผใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใๅ‹ใŸใšใจใ‚‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’็คบใ›ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ‡ใ€ใใฎๆกไปถใชใ‚‰......ๅˆๆ ผ็‚นใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ•ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ•ใ„ใซใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใฎใ‹่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ“ใฎๅญ้”ใฏ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎใญใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ โ—‡ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฎ็ทด็ฟ’ใฃใฆๅž‹ใ‚’ไธญๅฟƒใจใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ใใ†ใ ใ€‚้จŽๅฃซใฏใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅคงใพใ‹ใซๅˆ†ใ‘ใฆไธ‰้€šใ‚ŠใฎๅฝขๅผใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ ่žใใจใ“ใ‚ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจใ€้จŽๅฃซใซใฏๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆ‰ฑใ†ใซๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆไธ‰็จฎใฎๅฝขๅผใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ไธ€ใค็›ฎใฏใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใจๅทฑใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎใฟใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใฎๅ‰ฃๆŠ€โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผ ไบŒใค็›ฎใฏใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใจ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’็ต„ใฟๅˆใ‚ใ›ใŸ้˜ฒๅพกใฎๅ‰ฃๆŠ€โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆฐดๆ˜Žๅผ ไธ‰ใค็›ฎใฏใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใงๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ—ใ€ไธ€็žฌใฎ้š™ใ‚’็‹™ใ†่ฟ”ใ—ๆŠ€ใฎๅ‰ฃๆŠ€โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆต้กๅผ ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใฏใ“ใฎไธ‰ใคใฎๅฝขๅผใฎๅ†…ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใ‚ใฃใŸๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใ‚’่จ“็ทดๆฎต้šŽใง่‡ช่ฆšใ—ใ€ไผธใฐใ™ใ€‚ๆ—ฉใ„่€…ใชใ‚‰ใฐๅคงไฝ“ๅŠๅนด็จ‹ใง้จŽๅฃซใซไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใฏๅŸบ็คŽใฎใฟไธ‰ใคใจใ‚‚็ฟ’ใ†ใฎใงใ€่ฟฝใ€…ๅพ—ๆ„ใชๅฝขๅผใซๅˆฅใฎๅฝขๅผใ‚’็ต„ใฟๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚ชใƒชใ‚ธใƒŠใƒซใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’่€ƒใˆใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใ“ใฎๅฝขๅผใงๅŠชๅŠ›ใ—ใฆใใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใฎๅฎถ็ณปใฏไปฃใ€…ๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผใŒๅคšใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใ‚‚ๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผใ‚’ไผธใฐใใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚้ญ”็œผใŒไฝฟใˆใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใ‚‚ใ‚ใพใ‚Šไผธใณใใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒๅฐ‘ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝฟใˆใชใ„ใ€ๅฟ…็„ถ็š„ใซใใ†ใชใฃใŸใฃใฆๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใฉใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€ๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผใฃใฆ่‚‰ไฝ“้‡่ฆ–ใฎๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใชใ‚‰ๅฅณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้›ใˆใŸๆ‰€ใงๅฐ†ๆฅ็š„ใซๅ‘จๅ›ฒใจใฎๅทฎใŒ้–‹ใ„ใฆ่กŒใๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไผธใณใ‚‚ใ‘ใ—ใฆๆ‰่ƒฝใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏไธ‰ใค็›ฎใฎใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผๅฝขๅผใ€ใ€Žๆต้กๅผใ€ใ‚’ๆŽจใ—ใŸใ„ใชใใ€‚้ญ”็œผใŒ็„กใใฆใ‚‚้›ใˆใ‚Œใฐ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ“ใ‚ใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆไธ€ไบบใงๆˆฆใ†ๆ™‚ใ‚„ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ†ใƒผใ‚“......็ขบใ‹ใซ่ชฐใ‹ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏ......ใใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚?ใ€ ไปŠใฎใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไบบ้–“้–ขไฟ‚็š„ใซใฏๅคšๅฐ‘ไบบ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚Šใช้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎไธ€้ขใŒๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ๆ™‚ใ ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ€‚ๅคงไบ‹ใชใฎใฏใ€ไบŒใคใฎ่ฆ็ด ใ ใ€‚ ไธ€ใคใฏใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅคขใจใ—ใฆ้จŽๅฃซใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็ฒพไธ€ๆฏ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใใŸใฃใฆ่‡ช่ฆšใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ใคใฏใ€้จŽๅฃซใฎ่จ“็ทดใจใ—ใฆใ€Žๅฝขๅผ็š„ใ€ใชใ€Žๅž‹ใ€ใฎๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎไบŒใคใŒใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’ๅˆถ้™ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆœ€ใŸใ‚‹็†็”ฑใซไป–ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใชๆ‰€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใคใพใ‚Šไบบใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ๆ€งๅˆ†ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ™‚ใ€่ชฐใ‹ใŒๅ‚ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆญฃ็ขบใซใฏไบบใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใฆๆ€ใ†ๆง˜ใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒๅ‡บใ›ใชใ„็†็”ฑใฎไธ€ใคใซใชใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ใคใ€‚ ๅฝขๅผ็š„ใชๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใฎใ€Žๅž‹ใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ‰่ƒฝใŒ็„กใ„ใ€ๆ•…ใซๅฟœ็”จใŒๅˆฉใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใ2ๅนด้–“ๅŸบๆœฌใฎๆŠ€ใ‚’็ทด็ฟ’ใ—ใฆใใŸใซ้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒ้ง„็›ฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žๅž‹ใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ๆฑบใพใฃใŸๅ‹•ไฝœใ‚’่กŒใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆ„่ญ˜ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้™ฐๅฃใ‚„้™ฐๆนฟใชๆ‚ชไบ‹ใฎไธญใงใ€ๆใ‚‰ใไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€ ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚’็ต„ใฟๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใฆๆ€ใ†ๆง˜ใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใšใ€ใพใŸใ€Žๅž‹ใ€ใŒ้•ใ†ใจๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹้ŽๅŽปใฎใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใŒๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใ‚’็นฐใ‚Šๅ‡บใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ไธ€ไบบใงใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚‚ใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใๅ‹•ใไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใจใ‚‚ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ€‚่‡ช่ฆšใฏใ€็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ไฝœๆˆฆๅค‰ๆ›ดใ ใ€ ใ€Œ่ฉฆ้จ“ใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใฏๅƒ•ใŒใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไธŠๆ‰‹ใใ‚„ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฝขใซๆŒใก่พผใ‚€ใ€ใ‚ใจใฏๅ›ใŒใใฎ่ฉฆ้จ“ใงๅ…จๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใ ใ‘ใง่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใฎใ€่ฉฆ้จ“ๅ†…ๅฎนใฃใฆ......ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšไปŠใฏๅฏใฆ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ไผ‘ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚่ตทใใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅฏไธ่ถณใงๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ไปปใ›ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใง่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’่งฃใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไธ€ๅฏพไธ€ใงๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ็„กใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡~ใ€ใงใ‚‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใชใ‚‰้ง„็›ฎใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใฏๅพกๅฐคใ‚‚ใ€‚ไธ€ๅฏพไธ€ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒ้ญ”็ฃใงใฏใชใ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ ใ€‚ๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใซใคใ„ใฆใฏใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใชใ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ็‰ฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงใฏๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจ่‡ชไฝ“็„ก็†ใชใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ“ใฏใพใใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆฌก็ฌฌใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ“ใพใง่€ƒใˆใŸใฎใซๅคงไบ‹ใชๆ‰€ใฏไธธๆŠ•ใ’ใชใ‚“ใ ใญ! ๆต็Ÿณใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ๆŠœใ‹ใ‚Šใชใ„ๆ‰‹ๆŠœใใฃใทใ‚Šใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใพใใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ‚ขใƒ‰ใƒใ‚คใ‚นใ‚’ใ—ใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉ......ๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใฎ่–„ใ„ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ˜ใ‚ƒ่ปฝใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€ ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ€ใ•ใฃใใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆ็ต่ซ–ใŒๅ‡บใŸๅพŒใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่จ€ใฃใŸๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ ใ€Ž็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆๆˆฆใฃใฆใ”ใ‚‰ใ‚“ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใชใ‚“ใจใชใ้ ทใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฎŸ้š›ๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆฌก็ฌฌใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใ‚......็œ ใ„ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ่ตฐใ‚Šใพใ‚ใฃใŸใ—......็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ็š†ใ‚„ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“้”ใ€่ก—ใฎ็š†ใซ้ ผใ‚“ใงใ€ๆ—ฉใ‚ใซๅธฐใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญ! ่ตทใใฆใ‹ใ‚‰่ฉฆ้จ“ใฎๆ™‚ใพใงใ€ใ€Žใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€!ใ€ ๅ…จใใ€ใŸใ ๅƒใใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ๆ‰€ใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใฎ็‚บใซใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅƒใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏใƒขใƒ†ใ‚‹ใ‹ใช? ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใฏ็ก้ญ”ใซๆ”ซใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚
Kitsune's efforts Well then, the time has elapsed, and it's almost evening soon. After asking Finia-chan and Lulu-chan to wake the sleeping Rishe-chan up, I'm currently waiting for uncle's arrival at inn's dining hall. While Rishe-chan was sleeping, I spent my time by going to the guild, eating at the neighboring stalls, bowing my head to various person, and took a nap. Yup, I was really doing my best there! A youth who would do that many acts secretly just for a single girl, as expected without a doubt he sure would be popular, right, or so I thought. I asked Ayla-san and the other to make my dinner meal a bit earlier than usual, and right now the usually crowded dining hall is amusingly quiet right now. Ayla-san and the other also aren't here. Without a doubt, this first floor is reserved only for me. "Kitsune-san! I've wake Rishe-chan up!" "...Kitsune, is it really gonna be okay? I was just sleeping, though...." "Who know? Perhaps it would work somehow or another, that is what I believe." "Isn't that mean it's hopeless!!" Rishe-chan drops her sword to the floor, and starts looking at a faraway place with a grim expression. Well, uncle is also hasn't arrived here yet, it indeed feels as if there won't be any tomorrow if we just left this desperate situation as it is, and it may lead us into a great pinch. Or probably not. Lulu-chan and Finia-chan are also just watching over and let everything to the flow of development, and start eating their dinners which have been prepared in advance by Ayla-san's husband. And then. "Sorry for the wait, I come as promised." "Hello esteemed uncle, as you can see we've reserved this place. How about having a cup of tea first?" Uncle finally come. Carrying a splendid sword at his waist, and with a similar dignified appearance as yesterday. As expected no matter how many times you look at them, a strong person's bearing sure is something. How scary. "I don't need it, my business here is only one. Let's finish it quickly." "How impatient... well, fine then." Perhaps Rishe-chan also has overcame her emotion at uncle's arrival, she stand up after took a deep breath. Since she has slept plentifully, I can't see any abnormality or bad feeling at her expression. Then I also slowly stand up, and stand facing uncle. "According to Rishe-chan, seems like esteemed uncle is serving as knight leader, right. Also, everyone at your family lineage were always became a strong knight from olden generations, even many of them become a great knight who were recorded at this country's histories... am I right?" "...yes, if you've heard that much then you must also already know about {Demon eye of foresight} , right?" "Demon eye... then, according to what I heard from Rishe-chan, she who was also born at that lineage, still unable to become a knight even after practicing for almost two years. She was even labeled as someone with no talent. That's why, as a knight leader you can't keep Rishe-chan at your family lineage... am I right?" I must confirm it first. If I remember it correctly, I only had heard about it from Rishe-chan. So if I could hear it from uncle then perhaps it may be wrong, perhaps there was another reason, perhaps it was an unavoidable circumstance. That is, I must confirm it. "...yes, you're right... to be frank, personally I also think that Trisha has no talent. Even when she practiced to fight against a magical beast, even when she had a mock battle with her instructor, she would always shows a miserable movement as if a total amateur... even though those weren't a life stacking battle." "At first I thought she was scared to fight, since even though she was a knight apprentice, she was a girl after all... but, by watching her endeavor at the next trainings I understood that that wasn't the case. Then, perhaps she was nervous, but by continuing practicing for two years she should be got used to it ... but that also wasn't the case. That means it's fundamentally because of Trisha herself, she has no talent to become a knight!" She has no talent, that is an inevitable matter. Human, aren't necessarily would always have the suitable talent at the things they want to do. That's why, human always preserve their best to discover and choose their talent. But, sometimes there were a times when you would be criticized because you don't have a certain talent. And that exactly what's currently happening to Rishe-chan. Realistically Rishe-chan hasn't done anything bad, she just wanted to live up to his expectation. Even since she was born, this development has bound to happen. "We're one of the great knight family lineage. That's why, Trisha must also wield her sword as a knight." Perhaps he thinks that Rishe-chan doesn't want to become a knight, I want to object at that matter which he arbitrarily decided by himself, but if we show him that she's really wants to become a knight then would he gives her a tolerance? "But, Trisha is unable to accomplish it. That's why she is family's disgrace, someone who's unable to become a knight, I don't need them at my family." "Thank you for explaining it detailedly. That's enough." "Hmm, then? What has changed from Trisha overnight? Does she acquired an ability that would lead her to become a knight?" "That is, well, perhaps you should ascertain it yourself... a mock battle isn't something new for a knight, right, so let's have an one on one mock battle, Rishe-chan against esteemed uncle." What? then uncle sharpen his eyes. Rishe-chan is also seems surprised behind me. If we want to measure her prowess, then isn't it would be easier to just do a match. Isn't that knight's way of doings? Isn't that great knight official's way of doing, right? "Without any complain, let's do it. Or perhaps do you get a cold feet here?" When I say so, uncle's eyebrows are wrinkling up and then he draws his sword. There are no unrest at his movement, as expected as a knight leader his experience must be abundant, right. On the contrary, Rishe-chan is looking at me flustered with a pale expression. Still dropping her sword, she's standing still there. Well, that is an obvious reaction if you suddenly receive such suggestion. "Rishe-chan." "...Ki, Kitsune! I'm a knight apprentice, you know! There's no way I'll be able to win against my father!" "You don't need to win, it's good as long as he would recognize you that you have a suitable ability as a knight." "But!" "Listen to me properly, Rishe-chan." This is, a gamble. If my expectation is right, if my conjecture is right, this should be work somehow or another. It's indeed a gamble with a high risk, but in the first place she was placed with a condition with almost no possibility to success, that's why as long as there's a possibility then it's best to just gamble on it. As long as we still have a chance even by just one percent, I won't give up! Or so I say. Didn't I also have said it before? "---" "Wha, but... got it, let's give it a try." Seems like Rishe-chan is also agree with it. "But, well, there's no way we would do it here, right." ""Ah."" Inn's dining hall, doing a mock battle here sure would be a great trouble right. My name is Trisha Rumiela. A seventeen years old girl who is every day practicing as a knight apprentice. Right now, I come to a place which the person who I'd helped a week ago, Kitsune, said. An underground arena at the adventurer guild, seems like this is the place where adventurers similarly like Kitsune-san do a mock battle. The one here are I... and my father, only both of us. I'd been practicing as a knight apprentice for almost two years already. I'd been doing my best every day. But, I'm still unable to become a knight. I even was told and mocked as someone with no talent, and as someone who was born at a knight family lineage, I also betrayed their expectation when I was born. That's why, I'm going toing to be abandoned by my father. To be honest, my father's word when he was talking with Kitsune just now, it was piercing through my heart. That was the feeling as if a very deep bond was severed. I've been called as family's disgrace, defective product, failed product, ordinary person, and so on before. But, the clearest one is. --unnecessary. Unnecessary, this is the first time I've been told such directly. I'm aware of it, but it make me realize it again-- that I'm {not} necessary for the family. That's why, this is my last chance. My father give me this last chance because I'm his child. Naturally, my hands which hold the sword is brimming with energy. "Trisha." "...Yes, honorable father." "This is, your last chance. Here, right now-- your ability as a knight, show it to me." When my father say that, he draws his sword. No matter how many times I see it, that is a beautiful movement. Admiring that, I thought that I wanted to become a knight. My father's back was a distant and huge one, but even so I was always running while staring at that big back. I must do it here, I will do it here. "...yes." I also, draw my sword. The intimidating aura from my father is very strong. At the time we draw our respective swords, and pointing it to our enemies.... The emotion that we're a family, bonds as a friends, and my admiration feeling, everything are gone. Those here are, a similarly knights, those who're prideful at their own prowess! "I won't use my demon eye... show you(..)r true ability, and come at me!" My father doesn't call me as Trisha, but {you} . Is that mean he recognized me as a knight opponent? Knight etiquette, we should start it by announcing our name first--! "Trisha Rumiela-- I'm coming!" Seems like the atmosphere here is strained. Mental strain, and probing each other. My hands are shaking a bit, my feet could only stepping ahead just by a little bit. I can't see any opening... knight leader, as the one who wield that title, his appearance is could only described as terrific. I can't attack him....! "What's up? You won't attack?" Activating {Body Reinforcement Lv.2} and {Swift} skills, I shorten my distance with my father till just one step short before him-- just a single step, accelerate! "Haaa!!" "Too slow." My sword which I swing downward from my overhead is parried by my father's sword which he placed it diagonally. My stance is crumbled, there are so many opening. And then, my father's sword is mercilessly rushing sideway toward me. "Ku...waaa!!" "What...?" The sword which I swing downward is stabbed at the ground, and my body is lying on the ground. The sword which swung sideway is passing barely right in front of my face. Looking the somewhat surprised father, I take some gap by rolling in the ground. Whether it was because I was a low ranker, my father isn't come at me. Well, because of that I'm able to reorganize my stance, though. "...I see, I don't know the reason but you indeed become able to move... what kind of magic did he use?" "Who know... I was, only sleeping overnight. Or more precisely, trying to sleep." "Hmm...that man, whether it his attitude or his speech and conducts are very transcendental... what a mysterious man." "You're right, I also... think so!" Now it isn't because I'm flustered, I step my feet forward. Reactivate my skill from earlier, and similarly accelerating. My father is predicting my movement, he seems like somewhat perturbed, but when my father's eyes are activating its demon eye, he could easily grasp my movement. Then!" "I can see it!" My father's sword is swung upward, drawing a semicircle traces. But, I evade it by slanting my body forward. And then, with that I'm able to pass through my father side, and then I immediately turn my body around. I get his back! "An ope--ning!!" "Not bad." "Wha!?" When I turn my body around, I swung my sword cylindrically similar like my movement. But, my father is suddenly has already looking my way. His switchover is too fast! "Gah!?" The raised overhead sword is swung to his backward using his flexibly and trained shoulder, its pommel is precisely knocking my elbow. My hand is warped, my power to swing my swing sword is gone. It's bad, even when I lost my strength to swing my sword, my body is turned around, I can't escape from him--! "It's the end." Vigorously rotating I show my back similarly like my father just did, and my father isn't someone who would let that opening away. Quietly, the cold sword is trusted right beside my neck from my back. My lose, a complete lose. When I declare my lost, my father is pulling his sword back at put it at its scabbard. Even that movement is very beautiful, realized me just how great the person who I admired is. I'm indeed feeling frustrated, but as I thought, I think I'm very proud for having such a strong father. "Kitsune-san, what would happen to Rishe-chan?" "Most certainly she would lose, right, whether it level wise or ability wise, their statuses values are too distant apart after all." "Eh? Then what should we do?" After Rishe-chan and his father left, we returned and relaxing in our room. I was also just humming while lying around at my bed after all. Hahaha, we didn't need to do anything. And then, Finia-chan came asking me while folding her hands, and so I told her the most natural and probable conclusion. "Well, even if she lose as long as she is able to show him her true ability then it's all good after all, with that condition... there's a possibility that he would give her a passing mark." "What do you mean?" "I'm curious, too." At Finia-chan's inquiring, seems like Lulu-chan is also curious about it since she is also drawing near me. It can't be helped, since at that time these children were sleeping, after all. Then let's tell them, about what I discussed with Rishe-chan at that time. "Listen, Rishe-chan is...." * "Rishe-chan, could it be your knight practices were focused on a certain pattern?" "Eh, hmm, well... let's see. Knights are existed at every kingdom, but roughly it was divided into three form." When I ask her about it, seems like there are three technique of how knight use their sword. First is, an offensive sword technique which is utilizing sword and their own body-- martial sword style. Second is, defensive sword techniques which is combining sword and magic-- shining water style. Third is, counterattack sword techniques which is parrying every attack with their sword, and aiming for an instant opening-- flowing mirror style. From that three styles, every knights are practicing the most suitable sword style for them. And seems like the fast one would be able to be promoted into a knight at around half year. At first they were practicing these three styles, and by gradually combining his specialty style with the other styles, seems like they would be able to make their own original sword style. Seems like Rishe-chan is using the martial sword style, and seems like she was always practicing it from the very beginning. "Why did you choose martial sword style?" "Because the majority of my lineage from olden generations were using it, even my father is also so, and so I thought that I should use it, too. Not just I was unable to use my demon eye, I also wasn't too skilled at countering, I can't use magic since my magical energy is too scarce, you could say that it was inevitable." "Hmm...." Then what should I do, isn't martial sword style is a techniques which is only utilizing sword and body? As a woman, even if Rishe-chan keep training I think her distance with her surroundings would keep widening, though. Even if her statuses are raised, that isn't necessarily means that she would become a talented one. Personally, from these three style I would prefer {Flowing mirror style} one. If you mastered it, even without demon eye, you would be able to more or less predict your opponent's movement, after all. "By the way, Rishe-chan, is it easier for you if you to fight by yourself?" "Eh? Well... indeed, compared with at the times I was together with someone... that is right, perhaps?" After I heard that, more or less now I understand it. Rishe-chan is also has a somewhat shy part of her at human relations, and that part is mostly appeared when she wield a sword. There are two important parts here. First is, her self-consciousness which make her always does her best to become a knight which is her dream. And the second one is, the existence of {pattern} and {form} of sword style at her knight practice. Without a doubt these two are the biggest reason which restrict Rishe-chan's movements. Like what she just said she also has a little shy (coward) part. That means it was her disposition which is too conscious at someone's gazes. At fighting time, when there were someone around her-- or more accurately when there was someone's gazes, she was too conscious about that gazes which made her unable to moves. That was one of the reason why she was unable to show her true ability, and the other one. The existence of {patter} of sword style. Rishe-chan has no talent, therefore she couldn't put it into practice. Perhaps she was always training those basic techniques at these two years, right. That was no good. The existence of {form} means you should do it according to the decided pattern. Rishe-chan was considerably conscious about it. At that badmouth and malicious deeds, perhaps she was being told "That's not it", "You're wrong", "You're mistaken", and so on numerous times already. That's why, Rishe-chan was unconsciously trying to do it according to the decided pattern as accurate as possible. And by combining both of it, she was conscious about someone's gaze and become unable to freely moves, she can't perform her sword art because of her past trauma which is always being told that her {form} was wrong again and again. That's why, when she was alone she was able to freely move because she didn't need to worry about her someone's gaze trauma. That was also the reason why she was able to fight against a magical beast. But it seems like she doesn't aware about it herself, though. "Okay, Rishe-chan. Change of strategy." "The objective is to somehow make Rishe-chan is able to freely move at your upcoming trial, the rest is you just need to do your best at that trial." "Umm, that trial is...." "I won't say it, yet. Anyway, for now you just need to lie your body down and rest. So that when you wake up, you won't be unable to move because lack of sleep." "...I got it, I'll leave it to you." "Then, let's do it." Canceling my skills, I float a faint smile. "--that's why, Rishe-chan should be able to fight on one-on-one battle if there's no one at her surroundings." "Ooh~, but since her opponent is her father, isn't that would be pointless?" What Finia-chan said is indeed right. Even if it is one-on-one battle, her opponent isn't a magical beast but a knight leader. An existence which is at the peak of sword art, I also thought that fighting against such an existence is impossible. "That is, well, it is depending on Rishe-chan herself, right?" "After planning that much, you just neglect her at the most important part, right! As expected from Kitsune-san's oversight cutting corners style!" "Well, at least I gave her a little advices, but... a word from someone with a scarce combat experience like me sure is light right." At that time, when I concluded what uncle had said, the words I said to Rishe-chan is... "When you fight him, just think that your opponent isn't a knight leader, but just an ordinary father." Rishe-chan was somehow nodding, but whether in the end she would be able to move or not was depending on Rishe-chan herself. "Fua... I'm sleepy, since today I've did so many things... I'm tired." "Yep, you asked everyone at the guild and Ayla-san and the other, also townsfolk to go home earlier than usual, right! {So that Rishe-chan doesn't feel any gazes} ever since she wake up till her trial, right!" Good grief, you even could say I've worked for free here. But, I've been working this hard for a single girl-- will I become a bit more popular? While thinking so, my conscious is abducted by drowsiness.
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ๅทซๅฅณใจ่ตคใ„ๅคœใฎ้•ใ„ ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใซ็›ฎใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใฎใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‡„ใ่ฟ‘ใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใฉใ‚“ใฉใ‚“่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงๆŠผใ—่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ช ่ตทใใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ? ใ†ใตใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ใงใ‚‚ใ ใใ‚โ™ก ใ‚‚ใ†ใ™ใไปŠๆ—ฅใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ......ใกใ‚…ใƒผโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚€ใฃ......ใทใฏใฃ......ๆˆ็จ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹......ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๅˆ†ใฎใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซใ„ใŸใ ใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใ็ด„ๆŸใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่ถณใฎไธŠใซไน—ใฃใŸใพใพใฉใ“ใ†ใจใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅบงใ‚‹ไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ€ๅฏพ้ขๅบงไฝใฎไฝ“ๅ‹ขใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ„ใฆใ‚ˆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใƒผโ™ก ่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‚’?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใต......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใŒ่‰ฏใ„?ใ€ ่ˆŒ่ˆใ‚ใšใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๅฆ–่‰ถใซ็ฌ‘ใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚่‰ฏใ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐ่ตคใ„็žณใซใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ€้ ฌใ‚‚็ด…ๆฝฎใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ›ดใซ่จ€ใˆใฐๆถŽใ‚‚ๅž‚ใ‚Œใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚‚ๆผใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฟ‘ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็†ฑใ„ๅๆฏใŒใ‚‚ใ‚ใซๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใ‚Œใ€่ตทใใŸใ‚‰ใ„ใใชใ‚Š็™บๆƒ…ๅบฆๆœ€้ซ˜ๆฝฎใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใฉใ‚“ใชๆ‚ชๅคขใ ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ ? ๅƒ•ใŒๅฏใฆใ„ใŸใฎใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ ? ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆฑฒใฟๅ–ใฃใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐใ€ไปŠใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅคœใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅค–ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒๅฐ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไป–ใฎ็š†ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚?ใ€ ใพใ•ใ‹ใฎใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใ€‚ ๅฎŸใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดๆฑ—่‡ญใใฆๅซŒใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€่ฒดๆ—ใฎ้‡‘ๆŒใกใจใ‹ๅฏŒ่ฃ•ๅฑคใ—ใ‹ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่ซฆใ‚ใŸใฎใซใ€ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใฃใฆ? ใใ—ใฆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ? ใˆใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹? ็„ก่ซ–ๅ…จ่ฃธใ ใ‚ใ†ใช? ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ไธ€็ท’ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......โ™ก ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‰......ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่บซไฝ“้š…ใ€…ใพใงๆด—ใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ…......่ˆŒใงโ™กใ€ ใ€Œ้ฆฌ้นฟใ‹ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใŒใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใžใ€่ฆ—ใใซ่กŒใใซๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใจ้•ใ†......ใ€ ๅจ้ขจๅ ‚ใ€…ใจๆตดๅ ดใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ในใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ใฎใ‘็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใชใ‚“ใ‹็ใ—ใๅผ•ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏๆง‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚้ขจๅ‘‚ใ€็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใจใใŸใ‚‰่ฆ—ใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฐๅญฆไธ‰ๅนด็”Ÿใฎๆ™‚ใซใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใฎ็”ทๅญ้”ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅฅณๅญๆ›ด่กฃๅฎคใธๆ”พใ‚Š่พผใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎใซๆŠตๆŠ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๅฝ“ๆ™‚ใฎๅฅณๅญๅ…จๅ“กใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒœใƒƒใ‚ณใƒœใ‚ณใซใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ€ๆ˜ฅๆœŸๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฏงใ‚ๆ•…ๆ„ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆ่กŒใใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆๅƒ•ใ€‚็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่ฌใฃใŸใ‚‰่จฑใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ—ใ€‚ ้ŽๅŽปใฎใ„ใ˜ใ‚ใ‚’็ณงใซๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚’ๅ…จ้ƒจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆˆ้•ทใซๅค‰ๆ›ใ—ใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ! ใ€Œใปใ‚‰่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€็š†ใŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผ......ใงใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใŒใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใซ่กŒใฃใŸใฎ็ตๆง‹ๅ‰ใ ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ„ใŸ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎใฏๆนฏไธŠใ‚Šใง้ซชใ‚’ๆฟกใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ่†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅดฉใ‚Œ่ฝใกใ€ใใฎๅ ดใซๅ››ใคใ‚“้€™ใ„ใซใชใฃใฆ็ตถๆœ›ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ๅƒ•ใฏๅฏใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใฏใ„ใใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใซ!! ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใใคใญ? ใใ‚“ใชๆ‰“ใกใฒใ—ใŒใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใช้ก”ใ—ใฆใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ๅ‡„ใ„ใ‚ˆ! ๅบƒใใฆใ‚ซใƒใƒผใƒณใช็†ฑใ„ใŠๆนฏใŒใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใชใไผใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉๅ…จ็„ถๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜......ๅคงไธˆๅคซใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ››ใคใ‚“้€™ใ„ใซๆ‰“ใกใฒใ—ใŒใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใฎๆจชใซใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใ‚“ใงๅฟƒ้…ใใ†ใซ่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฉใ€่ฆ—ใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใŒๆ‚”ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚็ฝชๆ‚ชๆ„ŸๅŠ็ซฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎๅญใŒๆ€’ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใŠๅ‰ใซใ ใ‚ใ€ ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ้™ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ใฎๅพŒๅƒ•ใฏใƒซใƒผใƒŠใƒปใ‚ปใƒซใƒดใ‚กใ‚คใƒณใจใ‹ใ„ใ†ใƒญใƒชๅทจไนณใฎๅณใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใƒผใƒˆใงๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚็—›ใฟใฏ็„กใใฆใ‚‚่„ณใŒๆบใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ€็ตๅฑ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆใ€ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’่ฒฐใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใฏๅ ฑ้…ฌใฎ2ๅ‰ฒใ‚’ๆธกใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ™ใใซไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธ่กŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ใพใใ‚ขใƒฌไปฅไธŠใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝ“็„ถใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ—ใฆใ€ๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใŸใใคใญใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๅฎฟใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใŒ......ใฉใ“ใ‚‚็ฉบใ„ใฆใชใใฆใชใ€็ตๅฑ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฎ3ไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ไธ€ๅฎคใ—ใ‹ๅ€Ÿใ‚Šใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใงใฏใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใฏไธ€่ˆฌๅฎถๅบญใซใ‚‚ๆตธ้€ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฎฟใงใ‚‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๅ‚™ใˆไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉ......ใ‚“? ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ“ใฎ3ไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใงๅƒ•้”ไธ€็ท’ใซๅฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚‚3ใคใ€ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅคงไธˆๅคซใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๆœ€ไฝŽ2ไบบใฏไธ€็ท’ใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใงๅฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ1ไบบใงๅฏใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ€ๅฝ“็„ถใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใจไธ€็ท’ใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใงๅฏใ‚‹ใจใ‹่‡ชๆฎบ่กŒ็‚บใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฏใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆใฉใ†ใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ไธ€ๅฟœใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ1ไบบใงๅฏใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใจใ—ใฆ......ใใคใญใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจไธ€ใคใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ€ใƒซใƒซใฏ็งใจใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ใคใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใ•ใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซ็งใจใใคใญใŒไธ€็ท’ใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใชใฎใฏๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใช......ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜่€ƒใˆใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ1ไบบใงๅฏใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€ไธ€็•ชไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ใฎ้•ทใ„ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅฏใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใใใ‚ŒใŒๅฆฅๅฝ“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใชใ‚‰ๅ•้กŒใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆๆ„ๅค–ใจไน™ๅฅณใชใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅฏใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใŸใฎใ‹้ก”ใ‚’่‹ฅๅนฒ่ตคใใ—ใฆ้ ฌใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹ใ€ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ใ€Œใ”ใปใ‚“ใฃ......ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฏๅบŠใ‚‚ๆฑบใพใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎ่ฉฑใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจไผšใ†ใฎใŒไธ€็•ชใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใพใšใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅ‹‡่€…ใซไผšใ†ใ‹ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผใŒๆ—ฅๆœฌไบบใ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆ้ขไผšใ—ใŸใ„ใจ็”ณใ—ๅ‡บใ‚Œใฐไผšใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅ’Œๅใฎไบบใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฏๅƒ•ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงๅŸŽใธ่กŒใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅค–ใฏ็‰นใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅƒ•ใฏๅŸŽใธ่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใซไผšใ†ใฎใŒๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใ ใ—ใ€‚ใใ‚Œไปฅๅค–ใฏ็‰นใซไบˆๅฎšใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏ่ฆณๅ…‰ใงใ‚‚ใ—ใฆใฆใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€ ใ€ŒๅŸŽใธใ‹......ใพใ้ขไผšๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฆใฟใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹......ใ ใŒๅ…จๅ“กใง่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใซไผšใฃใฆ็”จใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅƒ•ใ ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่‰ฒใ€…ใจ้Šใฐใ›ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ€ ้šฃใซใ„ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ—ใฃใจใ‚Šใจๆฟกใ‚ŒใŸๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่Œถ่‰ฒใฎ้ซชใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใŒไผใ‚ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใ•ใใ†ใซ็›ฎใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใคใคใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€ใฃใŸไบ‹ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅฎถๆ—ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅ…ƒใฏๅฅด้šทใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใพใ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ้Šใณ็››ใ‚Šใฎๅนด้ฝขใชใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ๆš‡ใชๆ™‚ใใ‚‰ใ„ๅฅฝใใซ้Šใฐใ›ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ„ใ€‚่‰ฏใ„ๆฉŸไผšใ ใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎ้š›้Šใ‚“ใงๆฅใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅฅฝใใซ้Šใ‚“ใงใŠใ„ใงใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€้ ๆ…ฎใ›ใšใซๆฅฝใ—ใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ•ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅƒ•ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใตใจๅŠ›ใ‚’็ทฉใ‚ใŸๆง˜ใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใธใธ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€็ด ็›ดใงใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ไปŠใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚Šใจใ‚Šใ—ใฆใฆๅ’Œใ‚€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏใ€‚ ๆ‚ชๆ…‹ๅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ’Œใ‚€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆฅฝใ—ใ„ๅญใ ใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็œŸ้ข็›ฎใชๆ‰€ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่‡ณใฃใฆใฏ่ซ–ๅค–ใ ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ็™’ใ—ใ ใญใ€ใ‚ชใ‚ขใ‚ทใ‚นใƒซใƒซใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใใƒผใ‚“็งใฏใƒผ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฃฎใธๅธฐใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใŒไธ€็ท’ใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ‡โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใ‚ˆใ€‚่ชฐใ‹็ตกใ‚“ใงใใŸใ‚‰่ญทใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆ............ไปŠๆ™ฉใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๅฏใฆใ‚‹้–“ๅทฆๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฅฝใใชใ ใ‘่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’่จฑใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ญท่ก›ใ‚’้ ผใ‚‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎๅพก่ค’็พŽใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšไปŠๆ™ฉใ ใ‘ๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ๅทฆๆ‰‹่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ๆจฉๅˆฉใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ใƒ›ใƒณใƒˆ็พ้‡‘ใชๅญใ ใชใ€็™บๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใŸใโ™ช ใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใต......ใงใ‚‚ใงใ‚‚ไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญ่ˆใ‚ใฆใŸใ‚‰็งใถใฃๅฃŠใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ‰......ใˆใธใธใ‡......โ™กใ€ ใ‚ใƒผใ‚ใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅๆœ่ตทใใŸใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใƒ™ใƒƒใ‚ฟใƒ™ใ‚ฟใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใชใใ€ๆ†‚้ฌฑใ ใชใใ€ๅฏงใ‚ใถใฃๅฃŠใ‚Œใฆใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใฎใซใ€‚ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰่ข‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใฉใ“ใ‹ไบบใฎใ„ใชใ„ๆฃฎใจใ‹ๅฑฑใซๆจใฆใฆๆฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ—ใ€‚ ใพใใชใ‚“ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซๆฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๅŸŽใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ—ใ€ไผšใˆใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใฏใพใ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ—ใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€ๅŒใ˜็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใซไผšใˆใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงๅๅˆ†ๆœ‰็›Šใชๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’่žใ‘ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฃใกใซๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใฎ็Šถๆณใจใ‹ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใ“ใจใจใ‹ใญใ€‚ ใฉใฃใกใซใ—ใ‚......ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ ใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใซๅ‘ใ‘ใฆ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ไผ‘ใ‚ใฆใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅๅ‹‡่€…ใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใง......ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๅฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใƒผใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“โ™ช ๆ—ฉใๅฏใฆใญใใคใญๅ›โ™กใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ็š†ใŒ้ ทใใ€ใŠใฎใŠใฎใŒใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฏๅƒ•ใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎๆจชใงๆฏใ‚’่’ใ’ใฆๅพ…ๆฉŸใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใ„ใงใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ใ›ใ‚ใฆ่กŒใ้ŽใŽใฆๅƒ•ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆใปใ—ใ„ใชใใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจ่‰ฏใ„ๅธƒๅ›ฃใงใ‹ใ‚ใ„ใ„ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใใ€็•œ็”Ÿใ‚ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใฃโ™กใ€ ๅ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ‚ƒ่‰ฏใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ไธ€ๆ–นๅ‹‡่€…ใ€‚ ๅ‡ชใฏ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใจใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆใ€ไธ€้€šใ‚Š่จ“็ทดใƒกใƒ‹ใƒฅใƒผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจๅ…ฑใซๆ—…ใฎๆ”ฏๅบฆใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใŸใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅฝผใฎๅ ดๅˆๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅŸŽใฎไธญใซๅคงไฝ“ๆƒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใงใ€่ฒทใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใ‚‚ๅฟ…่ฆใชใใ€ใŸใ ๆ—…ใซๅฟ…่ฆใช่ท็‰ฉใ‚’ใพใจใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใง่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใŸ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใซ้ ผใพใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒๆ‰‹ไผใฃใŸใ“ใจใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ใŒใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ‹ๅคงไฝ“ใฎ็›ฎๅฎ‰ใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใŸไฝใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚้ซ˜ไพกใช้ญ”ๆณ•ๅ…ทใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€Ž ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†่ฆ็ด ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผใฎ่ท้€ ใ‚Šใฏใ™ใใซ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใซ่‡ชไธป่จ“็ทดใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ€ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆŽปใใ€้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸๅพŒใ™ใใซๅคœใŒ่จชใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅฎŸใฏ่Šนๆฒขๅ‡ชใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝผใฏ้ฉšใในใใ“ใจใซใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅทซๅฅณใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจๅŒๅฎคใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใซ่บซใ‚‚ๅฟƒใ‚‚ๆงใ’ใ€ใ‚ตใƒใƒผใƒˆใ™ใ‚‹ๅฝน็›ฎใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚‚ๅŒๅฎคใงใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซใ™ใๅŠ›ใซใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅ‡ชใฏๆœ€ๅˆใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎๅฏๆฏใฎ้Ÿณใซใƒ‰ใ‚ฎใƒžใ‚ฎใ—ใฆ็œ ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฏใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆ็œ ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎๅฏๅทปใใฏ่–„ๆ‰‹ใฎๆตด่กฃใชใฎใงใ‹ใชใ‚Šใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‡ชใฏใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚5ๅˆ†ใปใฉๆ—ฉใ่ตทใใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใซใฏๅ…ˆใซ่ตทใใŸใ‚‰่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจ้ ผใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ๅฟ…็„ถ็š„ใซใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎๅฏ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ็ตๆง‹ๅฏ่ฟ”ใ‚Šใ‚’ๆ‰“ใคๆ–นใชใฎใงๆตด่กฃใŒ่‚Œ่นดใฆใใฎ็‘žใ€…ใ—ใ็ฉขใ‚Œใฎ็„กใ„่‚ŒใŒ้œฒใ‚ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆฏŽๆœๅ‡ชใฏ้ผป่ก€ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้‹ผใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžๅŠ›ใงๆฌฒๆƒ…ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Žใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆใฎ่จ“็ทดใชใฎใ‹......!?ใ€ ใจใ‹่ฆ‹ๅฝ“้•ใ„ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช่จณใงใ€ๅคœใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜? ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ€ใ„ใ‚„......ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ—ฉใๅฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใฏใ„......ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‚‚ๆ—ฉใ„ใงใ™ใ—ใญใ€ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ่ฃธใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ไบŒๆ—ฅใปใฉใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅ‚ใซใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰้ก”ใ‚’่ตคใใ—ใฆ็›ฎใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใšใซใ„ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฏใฉใ†ใซใ‹็ซ‹ใก็›ดใฃใฆ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใชใœๅฏๅทปใใฏใ“ใ‚“ใชใซใ‚‚่–„็€ใชใฎใซๅนณๆฐ—ใชใ‚“ใ ใจๅ‡ชใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฅณใฎ่€ƒใˆใฏๅ…จ็„ถๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฏๅ‡บ็™บๅ‰ใซๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ่กŒใใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ„ใ†ใ ใ‘ใงใฏๅ…ฅๅ›ฝๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใฎใงใ€‚ๅน…ๅบƒใๅ…ฅๅ›ฝๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹้€š่กŒ่จผใซใชใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚ซใƒผใƒ‰ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸๆ–นใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใจไพฟๅˆฉใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซใ‚‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏไธ–็•Œๅ„ๅ›ฝใซ็‚นๅœจใ—ใฆใพใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใจ่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅ‡ชใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงๅ‹ไบบใซๅ‹งใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸRPGใ‚ฒใƒผใƒ ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ๆณจใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใพใ•ใ‹ๆœฌ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ†…ๅฟƒๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใ‹ใ......ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฃใฆๅผทใ„ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใ......ใงใ‚‚ไปŠใฎใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใ„ๆ–นใ‚‚ใ„ใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏ1ไบบใงไธ€ๅ›ฝใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใฎๆˆฆๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅ˜็‹ฌใงๆ’ƒ็ ดๅ‡บๆฅใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ™ใฃใ’ใ‡......ใใฎไบบ้”ใฃใฆ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ๆ—…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใŸใ‚‰ไผšใˆใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใญ......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅผทใใชใ‚Œใฐใใฃใจไผšใˆใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏ็ด ็›ดใซSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๅฐŠๆ•ฌใฎๅฟตใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒไปฅๅ‰่ฉฑใ—ใŸใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚‚ใพใŸAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ใใ—ใฆๅ‹‡่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‡ช่‡ช่บซใ‚‚ๅ‹ใคใฎใฏ่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ’ƒ็ ดๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆ ผไธŠใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใชใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใฎๅฑŠใ‹ใชใ„้ซ˜ใฟใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅ‡ชใฏใใ‚“ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฅฝใ—ใฟใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใพใ™ใญใ€ใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใฏใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒใƒใƒใƒ! ใพใใใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใชใ€ใงใ‚‚้ญ”็Ž‹้ญ”็Ž‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒ็–ฒใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†? ๆŠ˜่ง’ใฎๆ—…ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆฅฝใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ“ใ†ใœ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๆœฌๅฝ“ใ€ๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏๅญไพ›ใฎๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏๆ€ใ‚ใšใ‚ฏใ‚นใ‚ฏใ‚นใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใฎๆ—…ใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใซๆ€ใ„ใ‚’้ฆณใ›ใฆใ€ใพใ ่ฆ‹ใฌไธ–็•Œใซ่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใง่ฉฑใ™ๅ‡ชใจใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ„ชใ—ใๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใชใŒใ‚‰่žใใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€‚ ้ ่ถณใฎๅ‰ใฎๅญไพ›ใจใใฎๆฏ่ฆชใฎๆง˜ใชไบŒไบบใ ใŒใ€ใใ†ใ—ใฆ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซๅ‡ชใŒ็œ ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใฆ่ฉฑใ—็–ฒใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๅ‡ชใซใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใพใ ๅ„ชใ—ใใฏใซใ‹ใ‚€ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€็œ ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๅ‡ชใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆŽ›ใ‘ๅธƒๅ›ฃใ‚’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใ„็œผๅทฎใ—ใงๅ‡ชใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๅ„ชใ—ใๆ’ซใงใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใชใ•ใ„ใ€ใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎ็žณใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆ„›ใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช็†ฑใ•ใ‚’็ง˜ใ‚ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใซใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่ตคใฟใŒๅทฎใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚
The Difference Between Miko And Red Night. Opening my eyes, the first one appears at my sight is Leila-chan. Moreover, very close. Or rather, she's gradually getting closer. Since it's unpleasant so I hold and push her face away. "Aha, you're awake? Ufufu, ufufufu... but, that's not good, the day is almost over after all, so... *Kiss*." "Nmu... puha... I see, so that's the case, huh...." Seems like she just arbitrarily took today's kiss quota. Well, I've promised after all so it can't be helped. After kissing, I think she's satisfied already so I sit upright, but Leila-chan is still sitting atop my legs. The so called facing each other position. "Move aside, Leila-chan." "Ya~... only if you let me lick you." "...where?" "Ufufufu... which part should I lick, I wonder?" Lewdly licks her lips, Leila-chan fascinatingly smiles. Looking closely, her eyes are red and there are heart marks on it, her cheeks are also blushing. And If I should put it too, she's drooling, and her miasma is also leaking out. I can also feel her hot breath. What's up is it? To face the fully in heat Leila-chan, the moment I wake up, what kind of nightmare, is it? More importantly, where are we? The one I'm lying at is seemingly a bed, but, where are Finia-chan and the other? According to Leila-chan, seems like it's already around evening, but I know nothing but that. I'm lacking information. "Leila-chan, where are the other?" "Taking bath." "Eh, taking bath?" The unexpected bath. Actually, ever since I come to this world, I haven't taken any bath at all. Honestly speaking, I disliked how reek of sweat I become, but since Ayla-san said that bath were supposed to only be used by nobles and wealthy people so I've given up on it, but Leila-chan just said that there's bath here? And then, Finia-chan and the other are currently in it? Eh, that means, Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan are also there, right? Of course they're naked there, right? "Okay, Leila-chan, let's go to the bath!" "Eh, are we going to enter it together? Ufufu, ufufu... fine, let's go... I'll wash every nooks of your body, Kitsune-kun... with my tongue." "Are you an idiot? Girls are currently taking a bath, you know? It's a matter of course that we're going there to peek them!" "Huh? Somehow, you're different than usual...." After telling Leila-chan my majestic reason to go to the bath, I stand up and brush Leila-chan aside. I feel like Leila-chan is unusually drawn aback, but right now isn't the time to bother about it. Bath, and with girls using it, it's a matter of course we have to peek them, right? Ever since I was thrown into girls changing room at my third year of grade school, I just can't resist such temptation after all. At that time, I was beaten into pulp by all girls there, but since I was at my puberty, it made me want to enter it again. When I laughed it off and apologize, they would forgive me, after all. I've grown up using the bullying I received at my past as the fuel. "Come on, let's go, before they're finished." "Eh~... but Finia-chan and the other are already there since quite a time ago, you know?" Simultaneously with Leila-chan saying so, the door of the room is opened. The one entering is Rishe-chan and the other whose hairs are still wet after taking a bath. Seems like they've finished. I fall to my knee, and turn all fours there in despair. Why I was sleeping! Even though there was such a marvelous chance presented!! "What's up Kitsune? Making such gloomy face." "Kitsune-san, Kitsune-san! It was very amazing! It was very vast, and the water was hot!" "Sorry, Finia-chan. I feel like I understand what you mean, but I don't understand it at all." "Kitsune-sama... are you alright?" Lulu-chan is squatting beside me; who am in all fours in despair; and worriedly calling out to me. Sorry, for you to be worried at me, it feels a bit that, but since I'm just frustrated for unable to peek at you girls taking a bath, the feeling of guilt is too heavy. "I see, so at that time, that girl was mad at Mia-chan, huh." "No, it was at you, right?" According to them, seems like I was fainted after receiving that right straight punch from that big-boobed loli named Runa Sylphine. Even if I didn't feel any pain, if my mind was shaken then I'd naturally fainted, so it couldn't be helped. After receiving 20% of the reward, seems like woman B immediately went somewhere. Well, I'm sure she didn't want to be together with Leila-chan any longer, so that's a matter of course, huh. "And then, taking the fainted you along, we searched for an in... since most of it was booked already, so in the end we decided to rent one triple room here." "How about the bath?" "Ah, at Grandile Kingdom, since bath is installed even at common house, so for an inn to providing one is something usual." I see... hmm? That means, are we going to sleep together in this room? There are three beds, leaving Finia-chan aside, there should be two person who are sharing bed, right? Of course, we'll let Leila-chan sleep alone, that's a matter of course right? Sleeping together with her is nothing but suicide, after all. "How's the bedding order?" "Hmm, ah... just in case, we'll have Leila sleep by herself... then, Kitsune with Finia, and Lulu with me. As, as expected, for me to sleep together with you is embarrassing, after all...." Seemingly has a similar thought as mine, Rishe-chan decides to put Leila-chan to sleep alone, and Finia; who has been together with me for the longest time; sleep with me. Well, that's a sound decision, with her size, she won't take too much space of the bed, after all. However, Rishe-chan is unexpectedly quite a maiden herself, huh. Perhaps imagining sleeping together with me, she's scratching her somewhat blushing face. I think that's pretty cute. "I see, well, fine by me." "Ahem... so, what's our plan for tomorrow?" And then, since we've decided our bedding order, we discuss about tomorrow's plan. Since meeting the hero is my main objective going here, so thinking a way to meet him takes the priority, but... I have some thoughts in mind. If he's a Japanese, if I state my name when I ask permission to meet him, I think I'll be able to meet him, right? Since there's no other person with Japanese name at this world, after all. That's why, first of all, I'm planning to go to the castle with Finia-chan, but... I don't feel like have any other thing I want to do here, after all. "...I'm intending to go to the castle with Finia-chan. Meeting the hero is my objective, after all. And I don't have any other objective in my mind, so... yup, Rishe-chan, you can just sightseeing or anything as you like, taking a request in the guild is also fine." "To the castle, huh... I don't know whether you'll be able to meet him or not, but... we won't know it before we try it, huh... but, why don't we all go there together?" "Ahaha, the one who want to meet the hero is only me, after all, it's fine, it's fine. If possible, I want you to take Lulu-chan to some fun places, though." When I pat Lulu-chan's ;who sits beside me; head, I can feel the slightly wet sensation from her light brown hair. Lulu-chan is pleasantly squinting and tilting her head. I think she doesn't understand what I just said, right? Even if she's my family, she's formerly a slave. Moreover, at my former world, she's at her playing age, so I want to let her have fun as much as possible. It's a good opportunity, after all, should I go and play with her after meeting the hero, I wonder? "Tomorrow, play as much as you want with Rishe-chan." "Is that okay?" "Yup, no problem, just enjoy it without the need to reserve." Lulu-chan is fixedly staring at me for a while, before losing the strain at her face and gone smiling. "Ehehe... understood." Yup yup, it's good to be honest. Right now, Lulu-chan is the only one, who could soothe me down like this. Finia-chan with her abusive words, rather than soothing down, she's a fun one, after all, Rishe-chan is somewhat too earnest, and Leila-chan is out of question. Lulu-chan is my sole healer, I'll bestow her a title, Lulu the oasis. "Kitsune-kun~, how about me~?" "How about return to the forest?" "Ufufufufu, as long as I'm together with you, I don't mind going anywhere." "Fine, then, just go along with Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan. Protect them from anyone who try to entangle them... tonight, I'll let you lick my left arm as much as you pleased, after all." When I ask Leila-chan to become Lulu-chan's guard, she sends me a gaze that's asking for reward, so for now, I'll let her to lick my left arm tonight. What a shellfish girl, don't just arbitrarily go lustful. "Yaaay, ufufufu... but, but, if I lick you all night long, I think I might ended up broken... ehehehe...." Ah, the time I woke up tomorrow, I'll be all sticky huh, how depressing, or rather, it would be great if you could just break yourself, though. After that, I could simply put you inside some bag, and throw you away into a deserted forest or mountain, after all. Well, be that as it may, I finally have arrived at the grandile kingdom where the hero resides in. The hero is seemingly at the castle, but I don't know whether I'll be able to meet him or not, though.... Either way... it's all decided tomorrow. Today, I'll rest my body properly for tomorrow's sake, and tomorrow, I'll go and meet the hero. "Well then, I think it's something like that... for now, how about we go to bed?" "Yes!" "Yup, please sleep quickly, Kitsune-kun." "Got it." "Understood." At my word, everyone agrees and go into their respective beds. Leila-chan is standing while breathing roughly beside my bed, but let's don't bother with it. I hope she won't go too far till I woke up tomorrow. I'm sure the hero sleeps at a much better bed, and getting told 'good night' by a cute girl, right? Goddammit. "...good night." "Good night." If it's not you, I'm sure it would feel great, Leila-chan. On the other side, the hero. After his audience with the king, Nagi went to do his regular practice, and then arranging his preparation for the journey together with Cecil. Nonetheless, since most of the necessity was prepared by the castle already, he didn't need to go shopping, he just had to collect anything he might need on the journey. Even if Cecil was ordered to aid him, she only told him what and how many things everyone usually need. Moreover, he had received a magic tool, 'item pouch'. Even with size that could be carried by one hand, it was a convenient item with maximum capacity equal to its holder magic capacity, that's why his luggage wasn't that bulky. And like that, the preparation was quickly finished. After that he did some independent training, removing his sweat, and after taking a bath, night eventually came. Actually, at first, the hero, Serizawa Nagi was surprised, --by the miko, Cecil, who was in the same room as he was. Offering her body and soul to the hero, to do her role as his supporter, she was in the same room as he was, so that she could be any help the moment needed. That's why, at first Nagi was fluttered and unable to sleep because of her sleeping breath, but right now he had somewhat used to it and able to sleep. But since Cecil's nightwear was pretty thin, his heart was still pounding heavily though. Moreover, since Nagi was usually woke up five minutes earlier than her, and was asked to wake her up by then, he inevitably saw her sleeping face, and since Cecil was quite a wild sleeper, her yukata was usually ended up in messed up state and exposed her pure and vivacious skin. Each morning, Nagi tried his best to steel up his will and desire so that he wouldn't have a nosebleed. He even ended up had a wrong idea that 'Is this also a training to become a hero...?!'. With that being the case, night. "Nagi-sama, is there anything wrong?" "N, no... nothing. Let's sleep immediately." "Ah, yes... tomorrow we need to wake up early, after all, right?" Two days after her body was seen by the hero, whenever she met the hero, her face would be blushing and she would avert her eyes, but seems like currently she had tried her best and somehow overcome it. However, even though her nightwear was that thin, why did she was fine with it? Or so Nagi thought. Woman's thought sure was hard to understood. "Tomorrow, before we make our departure, let's go to adventurer guild first." "Adventurer guild?" "Yes, since there are countries that couldn't be entered just for being a hero, I think having adventurer card that could be used as universal entry pass would be convenient." "Hee... so there's a guild at this country?" "Of course, there is. Since there are guilds located at every countries, after all." Hearing about adventurer guild, Nagi recalled a RPG game that was recommended by his friend to him at his former world. He already knew that that was a place to accept and order request, but since he never thought that he would really see the real thing, he was slightly anticipating it. "I see... are adventurers strong?" "I don't know... but there are people who are stronger that the current you, Nagi-sama. Since an S rank adventurer has prowess equaling a country, they're capable to fight against an A rank demon by themselves." "Amazing... will I be able to meet them along the journey, I wonder?" "I'm not sure about it... but, if you're getting more and more stronger, I'm sure you will eventually meet them." 'Red Night', the demon Cecil mentioned some time ago was an A rank, and she judged that Nagi, the hero himself would have a hard time to defeat it. The one who could surely and easily defeat it was someone way stronger than him, an extent that normally couldn't be reached. However, Nagi thought that he wanted to chase after them. "I'm looking forward to it." "You sure are strange, Nagi-sama." "Ahaha! Well, perhaps can say that, but thinking about demon lord over and over again surely would tiring you, right? We're especially going to a journey, so let's enjoy it." "...really, you sure are strange." Nagi floated a childish smile, seeing that, Cecil unintentionally chuckled. And then, discussing about the journey they were about to had, Nagi talked excitedly about the world he hadn't seen, and Cecil floated a smile while listening to him. They looked like a parent and child before an excursion, but while they were chatting, Nagi fell asleep. Perhaps he was worn out after excitedly chatting with Cecil. And then, approaching the sleeping Nagi, Cecil placed the bed cover around Nagi properly, and after that she looked gently at him while gently caressing his head. "Good night, Nagi-sama." Cecil's eyes when saying so were filed with a warmness as if looking at an adorable thing, and her face was slightly blushing.
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ใใฎๅคœใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจ็œผใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹่ฆšใˆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅคฉไบ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใงๅ–ใฃใŸๅฎฟใฎไธ€ๅฎคใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆๆจชใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€้šฃใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฏใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็ซใ‚’็ฏใ—ใŸ็…งๆ˜ŽใŒใพใ ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’็…งใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ใพใ ๅฐฑๅฏใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ™‚้–“ใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใใ†ใจใ—ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ“ใงไฝ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚’ๆฎตใ€…ใจๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€ๅฏใผใ‘ใŸ้ ญใฏไธ€ๆฐ—ใซ่ฆš้†’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ!? ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......!ใ€ ใใ†ใ ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅพŒไฝฟๅพ’ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒๆฅใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆฎบใใ†ใจใ—ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใพใ•ใ‹ใ€ๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ๅƒ•ใฏใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ......! ใ€Œๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ? ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใ€Œใฏ......ใ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ‰โ™ช ใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตใ€็œผใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ......่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆŽ›ใ‘ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ก”ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใซใฏๅฑ…ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ–็•Œใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ๅคงใใๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใฏๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ๆˆฆใ„ใฎไธญใง็„ก่Œถใ—ใฆ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ไปฅไธŠใซ่‚‰ไฝ“ใธใฎ่ฒ ่ทใŒๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ไผ‘ใ‚ใฐใพใŸๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€ๅคœใชใฎใซ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใจใฏ็ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใจใใ“ใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใŒโ€•โ€•โ€• ๅฎŸ้š›ใซใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใฏใพใ ไผธใณใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใชใฎใซๅƒ•ใซใฏๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใฏ็พๅฎŸใจใชใ‚Šใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใŒๅƒ•ใซไผธใณใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅทฆ็œผใ€่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ๅทฆ็œผใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅณ็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใฆใ‚‚่ฆ–็•ŒใŒ้ป’ใๅก—ใ‚Šใคใถใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ? ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใ‚ใฎ็™ฝใ„ๅญใฉใฃใ‹่กŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใŠ่ฉซใณใซใฃใฆใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๆฒปใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎๅญใŒ......ใงใ‚‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ๅƒ•ใŒๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๆฒปใ—ใŸ็ตŒ็ทฏใ‚’่žใใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐ้›ฃใ—ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็„ก้ง„ใช่ฒ ๅ‚ทใ‚’่ฒ ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ่ฌ็ฝชใจใ€ใŠ่ฉซใณใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ้ ทใ„ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ€ไฝฟๅพ’ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎๆŒ‡็คบใซๅพ“ใฃใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใฎไฟฎๅพฉใ‚’ๆ‰‹ไผใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็„กใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๅ‰ตใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็œผ็ƒใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Šใ ใ™ใซใฏใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใฎ็ด ๆใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใƒขใƒŽใงใฏ็„กใใ€็œผ็ƒใฎใƒ™ใƒผใ‚นใจใชใ‚‹ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใจ็œผ็ƒๅˆ†ใฎไบบ่‚‰ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ•ใ—ใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใ“ใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใจๅŒๅนดไปฃใฎไบบ้–“ใฏใ„ใพใ™ใ‹? ็งใ‚„ ใพใšใ€ไบบ้–“ใฎ็œผ็ƒใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Šใ ใ™ใซๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ™ใƒผใ‚นใจใชใ‚‹ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆ…Œใฆใฆ่ชฐใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใจ้ ญใ‚’ๆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ“ใงๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใฎใฏใ€ๅถ็„ถใซใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅญ! ใ“ใฎๅญใใคใญๅ›ใจๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎๆญณใ ใ‚ˆ! ๅคšๅˆ†!ใ€ ๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’ไนฑๆšดใซๆŠฑใˆใฆ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ็žผใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆๅทฆ็œผใฎ็œผ็ƒใ‚’ใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใฆใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ๆง‹้€ ใ‚’ๆŠŠๆกใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ•ฐๅˆ†ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไธ€ใคๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใฆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ็žผใ‚’ๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใ™ใ€‚ไปŠๅบฆใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฝ“ใฆใฆใ€ใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰็™ฝใ„ๅ…‰ใ‚’ๅนใๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‚ทๅฃใ‚’ๆถˆๆฏ’ใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ‚ทใฏๅคงๅˆ†ๆ™‚้–“ใŒ็ตŒใฃใฆใพใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพไฟฎๅพฉใ—ใŸๅ ดๅˆ็—…ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎ็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใงๆทกใ€…ใจใ—ใŸ่ชฌๆ˜Žใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจ้ ทใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅพŒใฏ็œผ็ƒใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹็‚บใฎไบบ่‚‰ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใงใ™ใŒ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใฎ่‚‰ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใ‚ˆ......ใƒƒใƒƒ......็—›ใ…......ใฏใ„......ใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใŒ็œผ็ƒใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹็‚บใซๅฟ…่ฆใชไบบ่‚‰ใ‚’่ฆๆฑ‚ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่…น้ƒจใฎ่‚‰ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅƒๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใซๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚่‚‰ใฎๆฌ ใ‘ใŸ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ่ก€ใŒๆบขใ‚Œใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚‚ใใฎๆฟ€็—›ใซๆ‰‹ใงๆŠ‘ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎ ใ€ๅฑ•้–‹ใ€ ็ฅˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๅงฟๅ‹ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸๅฝผๅฅณใŒใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€็™ฝใ„ๅ…‰ใŒใƒ‰ใƒผใƒ ็ŠถใซๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ€ไธ‰ไบบใ‚’ๅŒ…ใฟ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽๆŸใ€่‚‰ไฝ“ๆŠ•ๅฝฑใ€้ฉๅˆๅ‡ฆ็†ใ€โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ“ใฎ่€…ใซ่–ใชใ‚‹็™’ใ—ใ‚’ไธŽใˆใŸใพใˆใ€ ใใ—ใฆไธ€้š›่ผใ‹ใ—ใ„ๅ…‰ใ‚’ๆ”พใกใ€ใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ‘ชๆ–‡ใ‚’ๅ”ฑใˆใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใ€‚ใใฎๆ‰‹ใฎๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ…ˆใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‰‹ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใฎ้–“ใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่‚‰็‰‡ใŒๅค‰่ฒŒใ—ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ใใฎ่‚‰็‰‡ใฏ็™ฝใใชใ‚Šใ€็ƒไฝ“็Šถใซๅฝขใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€็œผ็ƒใ ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹็จ‹ใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€ใใฎไธ€้ƒจใŒ็ฟก็ฟ ่‰ฒใฎ่™นๅฝฉใธใจ่‰ฒใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ€ๅ†…้ƒจๆง‹้€ ใ‚’ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŽกๅ–ใ—ใŸๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๅŸบใซ็ต„ใฟไธŠใ’ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ๅ…‰ใŒๅŽๆŸใ—ใ€ใใฎ็œผ็ƒใฏใพใ‚‹ใง็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็”Ÿๅ‘ฝใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆŽฅๅˆใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใŒ็Ÿญใๅ”ฑใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใฎ็ฉดใซๅ‰ตใ‚Šใ ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็œผ็ƒใŒใดใฃใŸใ‚ŠๅŽใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€็œผ็ƒใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใง่‹ฅๅนฒ็žผใ‚’้–‹้–‰ใ™ใ‚‹็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใŒ่กฐใˆใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€็œผ็ƒใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ“ใจใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใŒใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’็™บๆฎใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚็–ฒๅŠดใฏๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซๅฟœใ˜ใฆใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…‰ใŒๆถˆใˆใ€ใƒ‰ใƒผใƒ ็ŠถใซๅบƒใŒใฃใŸๅ…‰ใฎ็ฉบ้–“ใ‚‚ๆถˆใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฟฎๅพฉใ€ๅฎŒไบ†......ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ“ใ‚Œใงๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅนดใŒ่ตทใใฆใ€่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€็„กใ„ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏ่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎใƒใƒฉใƒณใ‚นใ‚„ๅนณ่กกๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใชใฉใ€ๅคงๅˆ†ใƒžใ‚ทใซใชใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€็งใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’่ฟฝใ†ใฎใง......ๅคฑ็คผใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใใ—ใฆๆฒป็™‚ใฏๅฎŒไบ†ใ—ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใŒๅฎŒๆฒปใ—ใŸใ“ใจใงใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใฏ็›ดใใซใใฎๅ ดใ‚’ๅพŒใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ‹ใ‹ใˆใ€ใคใ„ใงใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ๆŠฑใˆใฆๅฎฟใธใจๆˆปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใญ......ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€ ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅคฑใ‚ใšใซๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใ‚’็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใชใฃใŸใ€ใ‹ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใฆใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็œผใ‚’ใƒ™ใƒผใ‚นใซใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚‰็‰‡ใ‚’็ด ๆใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ไฝœใฃใŸใฎ? ใใ‚Œใฃใฆใƒคใƒใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎ? ๅƒ•ใฎๅทฆ็œผๅคงไธˆๅคซ? ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใƒ–ใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใชๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉๆŸ“ใฟใŸใƒขใƒŽใซใชใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใ„ใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:40 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:1050 ่€ๆ€ง:1420 ๆ•ๆท:1000 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:950 ใฏใ„ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€‚่‰ฒใ€…ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใพใšๆœ€ๅˆใซใ€็งฐๅทใฎใ€Ž้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’้ญ…ไบ†ใ—ใŸ่€…ใ€ใŒใ€Ž้ญ”ๆ—ใซๆ„›ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ่€…ใ€ใซๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅŒ™ๅŠ ๆธ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๅฅฝๆ„ŸๅบฆไธŠใŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ ๆฌกใซใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนใ€ใจใ€Ž็›ดๆ„Ÿใ€ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒๆ€ฅไธŠๆ˜‡ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใจไฝฟๅพ’ใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใงใฉใ‚“ใ ใ‘็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คๅพ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ๅƒ•ใฏใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚‚ใจใ†ใจใ†4ๆก็ชๅ…ฅใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๆ›ดใซ่จ€ใˆใฐไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ! ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ้ซ˜ใ„! ใใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚‰็‰‡ไฝฟใฃใŸใ›ใ„ใ‹ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใซๅŠ ใˆใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—้–ข้€ฃใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใพใง็ฟ’ๅพ—ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹! ใใ—ใฆ3ใค็›ฎใฎๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒ่ฆš้†’ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใ€Žๅˆๅฟƒๆธกใ‚Šใ€ใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅ…จใๆƒณๅƒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใงใผใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚Šใจๅ‡„ใ„ๅŠ›ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใŸๆง˜ใช่ฆšใˆใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใผใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚Šใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…จ็„ถๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใง่‰ฒใ€…ใจๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆๅพ—ใชใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใงๅƒ•ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒ1ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ! ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ? ใพใ•ใ‹ไฝฟๅพ’ใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใงใ‹ใชใ‚Š็„ก่Œถใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธ‹ใŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ? ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏๅ‘ฝ็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใฆใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ......ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹......ใพใใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงๅน…ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ—ใŸใชใใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚......ใพใใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็‰น็•ฐใชๆ–นๅ‘ใธ่กŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’่ฉฆใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใฎๅนณใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅฐ‘ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใƒใ‚นใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใƒœใƒผใƒซไฝใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๅ‡บใ›ใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใใ‚Œใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซไฝœใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใŸใ‚ใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใŠใ€ๆญฆๅ™จไปฃๆตฎใ„ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใใคใญๅ›ใใ‚Œใฃใฆ็งใจๅŒใ˜?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‚‰็‰‡ไฝฟใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใต......ใŠๆƒใ„โ™ช ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชใโ™ช ่ƒธใŒใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ™ใ‚‹......โ™กใ€ ้ก”ใ‚’่ตคใใ™ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฟƒๅบ•ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซ้ก”ใ‚’็ถปใฐใ›ใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใฏใ€ไธญใ€…ๅฏๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ไฝœใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๅฃŠใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฟƒ้…ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅฃŠใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅ†ๆง‹ๆˆใ™ใ‚Œใฐไฝ•ๅบฆใงใ‚‚ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็ตๆง‹ๅพ—ใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅทฆ็œผใฎ็‚บใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใชใใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎ็‚บใซ่บซไฝ“ใฎไธ€้ƒจใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใŠ็คผใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ๅนพใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ€ๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใŸๅผตๆœฌไบบใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็‚บใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใŒ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใฆใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ไธๆ€่ญฐใซๆ€ใฃใฆ้ ญใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏใ€ ใ€Œใˆ......ใช......ใใ€ใใ‚“ใช......ๅˆฅใซ้•ใ†ใ‚‚ใ‚“......ใŠ็คผใชใ‚“ใฆ......ใ€ ้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆๅฃใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใซใŠ็คผใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใŒไบˆๆƒณๅค–ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใŠ็คผใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจ่‡ชไฝ“ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็…งใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใง้ข็™ฝใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚“......ใฉใ†ใ„ใŸใ—ใพใ—ใฆใ€ ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ—ใฉใ‚ใ‚‚ใฉใ‚ใซใชใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€่ฝใก็€ใ„ใŸๅพŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใฉใ†ใ‚‚่ชฟๅญใŒ็‹‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็Šถๆ…‹ใฎๅฝผๅฅณใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใพใ—ใ„็‰ฉใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่‡ช็„ถใจๆ„Ÿ่ฌใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใพใ ใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใŠ็คผใซ2ๅ›žใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ๆœฌๅฝ“!?ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸใŠ็คผใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใๅฝผๅฅณใซใฏใ“ใ‚ŒใŒไธ€็•ชๅ–œใฐใ—ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ‚ญใ‚นใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅ‰ใ€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ญใ‚นใงๆ„ŸๆŸ“ใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ไธๅฎ‰ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉ็˜ดๆฐ—ใซ่€ๆ€งใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œไฝใฎใ”่ค’็พŽใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆ—ฉ้€Ÿโ™ก ใกใ‚…ใƒผโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใฏใ„ใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅฐ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใฆๆง‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ„ใคใพใง็ตŒใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅ”‡ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅ”‡ใซใฏ่งฆใ‚Œใฆๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ€ช่จใซๆ€ใ„ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็œผใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅงฟใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใใฃใฑใชใ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚
That night, I slowly open my eyes. When I see the familiar ceiling, perhaps I'm inside the inn we rented at Grandile Kingdom. When I turn my neck, I can see Rishe-chan sleeping on the neighboring bed. Considering the brightness of the fire that illuminates the room, it looks like now isn't the time where people usually go sleep yet. I try to straighten up my body, but... I can't. I can't move my body. There, I gradually recall what happened today, and my half asleep head immediately awaken right away. "!? Leila-chan...!" That's right, there was a girl who called herself as an apostle who was intending to kill Leila-chan. Did I fall unconscious? Could it be, Leila-chan's already...! "Are you calling me? Kitsune-kun." "Ha... Leila-chan...." "Yup, Leila-chan indeed, ufufufu, have you awoken?" "...haa... thanks god, I thought that perhaps you've been killed by her." When I call her name, Leila-chan suddenly shows herself up. Seems like she was inside the room, but since I couldn't move my body, I couldn't see that she was there. And then, perhaps I'm slightly relieved that makes me let out a sigh of relief. The reason I can't move my body is perhaps because I excessively moved my body when I fought Stella, which led to not only injured, my body was also overtaxed. Thinking so, I look at Leila-chan. Leila-chan inclines her head, however, it's surely night already but, it's sure rare for her to not in her horny state. There, I can 'see' Leila-chan extends her hand toward my face. Actually, currently Leila-chan hasn't extended her hand just yet. And yet, I can see the scene where she'll soon extends her hand toward my face. And then, that scene finally turns into reality, Leila-chan extends her hand toward me. "...my left eye, it can see?" My left eye can see. Even when I close my right eye, my field of vision isn't turner into black. Just what is it supposed to mean? "Umm, after that that white girl went somewhere, but... as an apology, she fixed your left eye." "She did? But how?" "Umm...." When I ask her about the detail regarding the restoation of my left eye, even while showing such a bothered face, Leila-chan still explains what happened back then to me. "Take it as an apology for giving such unnecessary injuries. May I?" When Leila nodded to her word, it'd been decided that the apostle, Stella, would help them to restore Kitsune's left eye. It appears that Stella couldn't make something out of nowhere, that was why she needed some materials to make an eyeball for Kitsune. Nevertheless, not the eye itself, she only needed some informations and some flesh as the base for the soon to be made eye. And so, she asked Leila who was beside her. "Is there anyone here who's around the same age with this boy? Since my or your (demon) eyes are different from human's, so I can't collect any informations about human's eye from either of it." Firstly, she sought for some informations regarding human's eye. Leila flusteredly pondered about whether was there any such a person or not. There, the one floated inside her head was unexpectedly Trisha. "This girl! This girl is about the same age as Kitsune-kun! Perhaps!" When Leila roughly held and brought Trishe to her, Stella opened Trisha's left eyelid and stared fixedly at the eyeball, as if understanding the structure and any informations about it. And then, after several seconds passed, she let out a sigh once and closed Trisha's eyelid back. This time she placed her hand atop Kitsune's hollow left eye and exerted out some light white upon it. "What are you doing?" "I'm just disinfecting his wound. This wound has existed for quite a while, so if I restored his eye as it is, there's a possibility that some kind of disease might arise from it later." At Stella's flat and plain explanation, Leila didn't particularly undertand what that meant but she nodded in thought that perhaps that was really the case otherwise. "Lastly, I need some flesh to make the eye, but...." "Ah, then just use my flesh... ah... it hurts... here it is...." When Stella said that she needed some flesh, Leila immediately torn off some flesh from her own abdomen, and presented it to her. Blood was flowing out from the wound, and Leila pinned down the pain with her hand. Surely, Leila's body had been turned into demon's body by the "Red Night"'s miasma (virus), but it was originally human's body, so there was no reason for it to be unable to be used as the material. "I'm starting-- {Sanctuary} expand." When she took a praying-like stance and said so, white light spreaded and wrapped the three of them. Leila was slightly feeling unwell, but she endured it. "Applying information, projecting body, checking compability,... bestow sacred healing upon this person." Thus, the light turned remarkably brighter, where Stella was reciting some kind of incantation. Stella moved her hand and placed Leila's flesh in Kitsune's left eye. The flesh was turning white, and the shape was turning globe. And then, when it'd turned into remarkably eye-like, a part of it turned into a jade green iris, since the base structure information was Trisha's eye. The light converged, and the eye, it pulsated as if finally coming to life. On the opposite side of the iris, optical nerve was growing and enxtending toward the inner part of Kitsune's eye. And then, responding to Stella's light, Kitsune's left inner eye was wriggling, the torn off optical nerve was remade anew and connected to the extending nerve from the eyeball. "...merging." When Stella shortly said so, the just made eyeball finally and pefectly rested still in Kitsune's left eye. And then, the muscles to open and close the eyelid had somewhat weakened even since the disappearance of the eyeball, however because of the reappearance of the eyeball, its power was restored by "Near-death experience". The fatigue was still there, but the strength had been restored according to Kitsune's status. The light disappeared from Stella's body, and the spreaded light also vanished. "Restoration, complete... with this I think he should be fine by now. When this boy awaken later, even if in the end this eye couldn't see, at least his proportion balance's become better than when he's without it, so I think it's still good for him." "Umm... thank you." "Well then, I have to chase after the hero, so... please excuse me." After finishing the tratment, and Kitsune's eye had been completely restored, Stella immediately left. Leila held Kitsune, as well as the lying down Trisha next to them, and returned to the inn. "...I see... that means we somehow survived through it huh." Listening to her, I more or less understand that this case ended without me losing anything. Somehow it was ended up fine, huh. I'm relieved a bit. Hmm, wait? My left eye was made using Rishe-chan's eye as the base, and Leila-chan's flesh as the material? Doesn't that sound a bit dangerous? Is my left eye going to be alright? It won't turn into some kind of dangerous monster, right? Thinking so, for now let's check my own status first. *Status* Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv. 1 Strength : 40 Stamina : 1050 Resistance : 1420 Agility : 1000 Magic Power : 950 Yup, it sure is strange. It's changed in a lot of ways. First, the {One who fascinates demon} title turned into {One who's loved by demon} . The hell is it? Does this title have something to do with Leila-chan? Did her affection points reach a higher level, I wonder? Next, {Pain Nullification) } {Intuition } have leveled up. Just how much experience points I got from fighting the hero and the apostle, I wonder? Even some my stats value have finally reached four digits number. Then, I obtained {Demon eye of foresight} ! Moreover its level is quite high! Also, perhaps thanks to Leila-chan's flesh, I even obtained miasma oriented skills along with {Miasma Manipulation} ! And then, my third innate skill is something that awakened at the previous battle, but... just what is this{Re: Origin} supposed to mean? I really can't imagine it at all. I do feel like I unconsciously got some crazy amount of power when I was fighting with apostle-chan, but exactly because it happened unconsciously so I don't understand it at all. But, well, there sure are changes here and there, but since all of it are good for me so it's fine and all, though. But, just why the hell my level's returned to level 1! My statuses increased by my level decreased, just what happened here? Could it be, because I overtaxed my body when I fought the apostle, my level got burnt out? I do feel like at that time I burned up my own life, after all... sounds plausible... but, my status are overall increasd so it's fine and all, though. "Looks like I leveled up quite a lot, huh... well, seems like I have treaded on a hell of peculiar route as well, though...." Leila-chan inclines her head in wonder, so I decide to try and check on {Miasma Manipulation} skill. Extending my hand, I imagine the miasma that's usually used by Leila-chan. And then, it's clearly fewer than Leila-chan's, but around a baskeball-big miasma appears at my hand. With that, I try to make a knife, similarly like the one I got from Leila-chan before. "Oh, it turns into weapon." "Hmm? Kitsune-kun, isn't that ability similar like mine?" "Ah, umm, thanks to your flesh that was made into my left eye, seems like I also can pretty much manipulate miasma now." "Hee... ufufufu... we're matching... how nice, how delightful, it makes my heart thumps faster...." Leila-chan's face blushes. It doesn't looks like she's in heat, and looking at her who is smiling expressing her happiness from the bottom of her heart, she looks somewhat adorable. With this now I can make my own weapon by transforming the miasma, and there's no need to worry about it to be broken, and even if it ends up broken, I can just make it again, quite a convenient skill. Also, to make my left eye, Leila-chan did... ah, that's right. "Leila-chan." "Hmm, what is it?" "You rendered a part of your body for my sake, didn't you? Thank you." I oviously have to thank her, right? Even if she's my damn stalker, even she was the very one who took my left eye, she still did render a part of her body for my sake, ater all. When I bow my head and say so, Leila-chan doesn't utter a word. When I curiously raise my head, there.... "Eh... ah... umm... that... that's not it... there's no need to...." I can see Leila-chan's face flushing red, and she covers her mouth with her hand when saying so. Perhaps she's never expected to receive a gratitude from me, or perhaps she simply isn't used to receive gratitudes, well I don't which one's the real case, but nonetheless, seems like she's embarrassed upon receiving it. This state of her is kinda fresh and amusing. "Umm... you are welcome." Even while slightly flustered, after calming herself down, Leila-chan says so. Looking at her to be so meek sure is kinda strange, but different from her horny state, I find it quite charming. But perhaps it's exactly because she's at this state that I can naturally express my gratitude to her. "Ah, come to think of it, today we haven't kissed yet, right? As my thanks, we can do it twice if you want to, how's it?" "Eh? Really!?" That's why I decide to give her a bit token of gratitude. Well, as far as she's concerned, perhaps this is the best token possible for her, though. We've kissed many times already, before I was kinda worried that I might be infected by the virus through the kiss, but now since it appears that I've obtained some resistance toward the virus, so even if I give this much of reward, it should be okay. "Then, without further ado, *chu~*" "'kay, 'kay." She delightfully protrudes her lips, so I close my eyes and prepare myself. However, no matter how long I wait, her lips's never landed on my lips. Puzzled, I open my eyes. And then, I can't see Leila-chan's presence anywhere, and I can only see the room's door that's somehow already opened wide.
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ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใ“ใจ ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ้ …ๅž‚ใ‚ŒใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ้’ๅนดใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅฎฟใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๅฟœ่‰ฒใ€…ใจไบ‹ใฎ้ก›ๆœซใ‚’่žใ„ใฆ็ฝฎใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใชใซใฏใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ—ใ€่ก—ใฏ็„กไบ‹ใซๅนณ็ฉใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠๅƒ•้”ใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚ใจใ‚„ใ‚‹ในใใ“ใจใจใ„ใˆใฐใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆฒก่ฝใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใŒๅ…ƒใฎ่ฒดๆ—ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้›ฃใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ่พบใฏใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆ......ใจใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใซไฝ•ใ‹่ขซๅฎณใŒๅŠใฐใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆœ็ดขใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…ตๅฃซใฎๆ’ค้€€ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ“ใฎ่ก—ใงใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใซใ™ใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใฏ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎๅฎถ็ณปใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็Ž‹ๅฎถใ‹ใ‚‰็œผใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ็„กใใชใฃใŸ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใซใ—ใฆใŠใๆ–นใŒใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใจใ‚„ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐใ€็พๆ™‚็‚นใงใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซๅฑ…ๅบงใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅพ—็ญ–ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใฏๅƒ•้”ใŒๅˆฅใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใธใจ้€ฃใ‚Œๅ‡บใ›ใฃใฆใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฎ็›ธ้•ใฏใ‚ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฏๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ๅฎถๅใฏใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๅฝๅใซใ—ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅบ‡่ญทไธ‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒๅฑ…ใฆใ‚‚ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใƒผใ„โ™ช ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใไธ€็ท’ใ ใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚‚ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซๆฅใฆๅคงใใไธŠๆ˜‡ใ—ใŸใ—ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณๆๅพ—ๅ‹˜ๅฎšใง่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ใพใใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚นใ ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ“ใซใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅฑ…่พ›ใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซ้–ขไฟ‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰็›ดใใซใงใ‚‚้›ขใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใพใพใ“ใ“ใซๅฑ…ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฎๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸๅ•้กŒใซไฝ•ๆ™‚ๅทปใ่พผใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใพใใใ‚Œใฏใ•ใฆใŠใใ€ๆฌกใฎๅ•้กŒใธ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจ้ …ๅž‚ใ‚ŒใŸใพใพใฎๆ–ฐไบบๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๅฝผใ ใ€‚ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฏFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไธŠใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•......ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ‚ขใƒฌใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ๆ–ฐไบบใชใฎใซๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไธŠใชใ‚“ใ ใœใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ใพใšใฏๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ............ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒปใ‚คใƒˆใƒŠใ€ ใ€Œๆƒณๅƒใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ•ฐๅไบบใงๆˆฆใฃใฆใ€ๅ›ใ—ใ‹็”Ÿใๆฎ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใฆใ€้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ‚‚ๅ…จ้ƒจๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸ......ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€็š†......ไฟบใ‚’่ญทใฃใฆๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ไฟบใ‚‚ๆญปใฌใฏใšใ ใฃใŸ......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‹ไฟบใฏ็”Ÿใๆฎ‹ใฃใกใพใฃใŸ......! ไฟบใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฅดใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใซ......!ใ€ ๅพŒๆ‚”ใจ็„กๅฟตใ‚’่กจๆƒ…ใซๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ๅฝผใฏๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆกใ‚Šใ—ใ‚ใ€ๆญฏ็—’ใใ†ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆŒซๆŠ˜ใ‚’ๅ‘ณใ‚ใฃใŸไธปไบบๅ…ฌใฟใŸใ„ใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆปฒใฟๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไฝ•ใ“ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ€‚ใˆ? ใ“ใ‚Œๅƒ•ใŒๆ…ฐใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ๅฑ•้–‹? ๅ‹˜ๅผใ—ใฆใปใ—ใ„ใ€ๅƒ•ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ......ใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ๆ…ฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไปฅๅค–ๅ‹้”ใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซ่ฃๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใใ†ใ ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ขๅ€’่‡ญใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ€‚ ้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ„ใ‚ˆใ‚‚ใ†......ใชใ‚“ใงๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใ‚“ใชไธปไบบๅ…ฌ่‡ญใ„็”ทใ‚’ๆ…ฐใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ“ใ‚“ใช่พ›ๆฐ—่‡ญใ„้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅฑ…ใŸใใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ๅธฐใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใชใใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใซใ ใ‘่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€้ …ๅž‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹้’ๅนดใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚่‚ฉใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ€ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆกใ‚Š็ท ใ‚ใŸๆ‹ณใฏ็™ฝใใชใฃใฆใ€้ฃŸใ„ใ—ใฐใฃใŸๆญฏใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ่ก€ใŒๆปฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใƒผ......ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใจใ‹่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฎ็‚บใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸไบบ้”ใŒใ€ใชใ‚“ใงๅ›ใฎ็‚บใซๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅผตใฃใŸใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ„? ๅ›ใซใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใฎใซใ€ๅ›ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใ“ใ็Šฌๆญปใซใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......!ใ€ ๅๅฟœใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ„ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‹? ๅ…จ้ƒจๆผซ็”ปใฎๅ—ใ‘ๅฃฒใ‚Šใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆกˆๅค–ๆผซ็”ปใ‚‚้ฆฌ้นฟใซๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใญ! ใˆใƒผใจใ€ใ“ใฎๅพŒใฏ็ขบใ‹......ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒ่จ—ใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๆƒณใ„ใ‚’ใ€็น‹ใ„ใงใ„ใ‹ใชใใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ›ใฏใพใ ใพใ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆ่‹ฅใ„......ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏๆ˜Ÿใฎๆ•ฐใปใฉๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ€ๅ›ใ‚’่ญทใฃใฆๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซ......ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใŸไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚ใ’ใชใ‚ˆ! ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ๅ›ใŒๅฝผใ‚‰ใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ ใ€‚็ตๆง‹็ถบ้บ—ไบ‹่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€็ตๅฑ€ใฏ็Šฌๆญปใซใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏ้‹่‰ฏใๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๅฝผใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅŽปใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใ„ใ„ๅŠ ๆธ›้ขๅ€’่‡ญใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ€ใ ใช......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†......ไฟบ้–“้•ใฃใฆใŸใ‚ˆ......ไฟบใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจ......ๅผทใใชใฃใฆ......ใ‚ใ„ใคใ‚‰ๅ…จๅ“กใ€ใ‚ใฃใจ้ฉšใ‹ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹......!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใฎๆ„ๆฐ—ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰......ไปŠใฏใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆณฃใ‹ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œ......!!ใ€ ๅƒ•ใŒๅผ•ใๆ”ฃใฃใŸ็ฌ‘้ก”ใงใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๆฑบๅฃŠใ—ใŸใƒ€ใƒ ใฎๆง˜ใซใ‚ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚“ๆณฃใๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸใพใพใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅฏใ‹ใ›ใŸใพใพใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใฏ่ตทใใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€‚่ตทใใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’่ชญใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚็ˆถ่ฆชใ ใ—ใ€ๅŒใ˜็”ทใ ใ—ใ€ๆ…ฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใซใ—ใ‚ๅฏใŸใตใ‚Šใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ—ใ‚ใ€ใใฎ่พบใฏๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„ๅˆฅใซ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’่ชญใพใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ‰‰ใฎๅ‰ใง็ซ‹ใกๆญขใพใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๅฅฅใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐใ•ใชๆณฃใๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅˆฅใ€…ใฎ็†็”ฑใง้ป™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใฃใฆใ„ใ†่€ƒใˆใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€่‘‰ใŒๅ‡บใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹้’ๆ˜ฅใ ใชใ็š„ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใงๆ„Ÿๆ…จใซๆตธใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅคšๅˆ†็ŠถๆณใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็š†ใŒ้ป™ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰้ป™ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ๆ”นใ‚ใฆๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œ......้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ„ใชใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใˆ!? ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ไปŠใฎใ€่‰ฏใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฎ่ฉฑใ ใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„......ๅ‡„ใ„้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ‚ขใƒฌ......ใพใšใญ? ๆญคๅ‡ฆๅƒ•้”ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“! ใชใ‚“ใงๅƒ•้”ใŒ็ฉบๆฐ—ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงๅค–ๅ‡บใฆใ‚‹ใฎ? ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๅƒ•ใŒๆ–‡ๅฅใ‚’่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒใ•ใฃใใพใงๆ…ฐใ‚ใงๅใ„ใฆใ„ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใŒ้šœๅญ็ด™ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่–„ใฃใบใ‚‰ใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใซไปŠๆ›ดๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใŸๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๆญฃ็›ดใชใฎใฏๅ›ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๆ‰€ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ™‚ใฏๆ‚ชใ„ๆ‰€ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใพใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅนฒๆธ‰ใ›ใšใซๆตใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅฎˆใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏใใ‚ŒใŒๆญฃ่งฃใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ ใช......ใพใไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚้…ใ„......ไธ€ๆ™ฉไผ‘ใ‚“ใงใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’็™บใฃใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญใ‡ใ€ๆš—ใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ—ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅฆฅๅฝ“ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใกใชใฟใซใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๆ—ฅใฏๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅค•้ฃฏใฎๆ™‚้–“ใ ใ€‚ ไปŠใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚้…ใ„ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆกˆใง่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅŸบๆœฌๆตใ‚Œใซไปปใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒณใ‚นใ ใ—ใ€ๅŸบๆœฌๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ–น้‡ใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใงใ‚‚ใพใ ๆณฃใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ‚‚ใ†ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ๆ–น้‡ใฏๆฑบใ‚ใŸใฎใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผใŒๆณฃใใ‚„ใ‚€ใพใง้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ‚‚ใ†ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ€ๅปŠไธ‹ใงๅพ…ใคไบ‹ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ็ตๅฑ€ใ€ๆณฃใๅฃฐใŒๆญขใ‚“ใ ๅพŒใซ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใฏๆณฃใ็–ฒใ‚Œใฆๅฏใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ทใƒผใƒ„ใ‚’ๆถ™ใงๆฟกใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ€ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅฏ่ปขใ‚“ใงๅฏๆฏใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ‚คใƒฉใƒƒใจๆฅใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็–ฒใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰็ด ็›ดใซไผ‘ใ‚€ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚’ไฝฟใ„ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผใ‚’ใฉใ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚ทใƒผใƒ„ใŒๆฟกใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝฟใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ไบŒไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎใ“ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฏๅฝผใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใซไฝฟใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅฏใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ€็ตๅฑ€ๅƒ•็”จใฎไธ€ไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฏใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚ŒใฐไบŒไบบใงๅฏใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใˆ? ๅƒ•? ๅƒ•ใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๅธƒๅ›ฃใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆๅฏใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใตใ‹ใตใ‹ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ‚’ๅ†็พใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆ™‚้–“ใŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ˜Žใ‘ๆ–น่พบใ‚Šใซใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใๅฏใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ใใฎใ›ใ„ใงๅƒ•ใฎ็ก็œ ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅ‰Šใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใงใ€็พๅœจใฏๆœใ ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏๅฏใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใ€่ปฝใๆŸ”่ปŸใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ‘ใ‚ญใƒ‘ใ‚ญใจ้ŸณใŒ้ณดใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฏใฆใฆใ‚‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’็ถญๆŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใชใ......ใพใๅคšๅฐ‘ไธๅฎ‰ๅฎšใซใชใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๅธƒๅ›ฃใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆใ€ไธ€ใคๆฌ ไผธใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ•ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใใ†ใ€‚ ใ€ŒไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ใ€่ตทใใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚“......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†......ๆ‚ชใ„ใŒใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅฏ่ตทใใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใฃ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšๅƒ•ใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‚‰่ท็‰ฉใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ€ ไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ๆœใฏๅผทใ„ๆง˜ใงใ€่ปฝใๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ‚‰่ตทใใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฅณใฎๅญใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๅฏ่ตทใใฎ้ก”ใ‚’้š ใ™ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้š ใ•ใš็ฌ‘้ก”ใ ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€้ซช้•ทใ„็™–ใซๅฏ็™–ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€่‚Œใซใธใ‚“ใช่ทกใ‚‚ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€็ด ใง็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใจๅพ—ใ ใญใ‡ใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฎๆ‰€ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ในใใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ—ขใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใจ้’ๅนดใŒ็œผใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒ้’ๅนดใซ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒใใ“ใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใ ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธŠใงใŠใญใ‚€ใฎๆง˜ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใ€Œ......ใชใซใ“ใ‚Œ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ๅ›ใใ‚“ใชๅฃ่ชฟใงๅƒ•ใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใŸใฃใ‘? ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ‚ฟใƒกๅฃใ ใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚ŒใฏๅพŒใง่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใพใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰! ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใ“ใฎไบบใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใ—ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„!ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใŒๅƒ•ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ•ฌ่ชžใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ ใ‚ใ†? ๅƒ•ใŒๆ…ฐใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใช? ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฎ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„่จ€่‘‰ใง็ซ‹ใก็›ดใ‚ŒใŸใชใ‚‰ใ€ใพใ็ตๆง‹ใชใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ•ใฆใŠใใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใ„ใ†็Šถๆณใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฏใชใ‚“ใงใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใซ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ? ใ€Œ็Šถๆณ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„......ไฟบใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅจ˜ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใฆ......ใ€ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€่ตทใใŸๆ™‚ใซ้šฃใงๅฏใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใ‚’ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸไบบใ ใจๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ—ใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ใพใๅƒ•ใŒๅŠฉใ‘ใŸใ‚“ใ ใจใ‹ใ€ใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใ–่จ‚ๆญฃใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใŒๅŠฉใ‘ใŸใ“ใจใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใšใ‚Œ่จ€ใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎๅ†…ใซ่ชค่งฃใ‚’่งฃใ„ใฆใŠใ‘ใฐๅพŒใ€…้ขๅ€’ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใช? ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€......ๅ›ใฏ......ใฃ! ๅจ˜ใ‚’้ ใ‘ใŸๆ™‚ใฎ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใใ†ใ€ใงใ€ๅฝผใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏไฝ•ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚‚ใชใ„ไบบใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใใ€ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‹......ใ™ใพใชใ„ใ€ๆ—ฉใจใกใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸ......ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ›ใŒ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใใ†ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ่ฏ้บ—ใซใ‚นใƒžใƒผใƒˆใซ่ถ…ๆ ผๅฅฝ่‰ฏใใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่ฒดๆ–นใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚‚้ป™ใ‚‰ใ›ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซใฏไฝใ‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚‚ใ†่ฟฝๆ‰‹ใ‚„ๅ‘ฝใ‚’็‹™ใ†่€…ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅฟƒๅบ•ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸๆง˜ใงใ€ๅŠ›ใชใใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซ่…ฐใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใ•ใ‹ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใพใง้ป™ใ‚‰ใ›ใŸใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใพใๅฎŸ้š›ใซใฏใถใฃๆฎบใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€้ป™ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ–‹ใ‚‹ๅฃใŒ็„กใใชใฃใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ ใพใใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“่ฆชๅญใฏไธญใ€…้ขๅ€’ใช็ซ‹ใกไฝ็ฝฎใซๅŽใพใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ไปŠๅพŒใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏๅ›ใฏๅธฐใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œไฟบใฎๆ‰ฑใ„ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹้…ทใใชใ„ใ™ใ‹......?ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็ŸฅใฃใŸใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚
From now on After that, we returned to the inn along with the young adventurer who was in a daze at my words. It's because I thought I'd like to ask him about the details of what happened there. The only thing left to do is to take care of Nico-chan and her father. Even if Duke Orba is now dead, it will be difficult for the fallen Arcs house to return to its former noble status. I'm sure Claire-chan is aware of that as well.... in other word, the only way to avoid any harm to befall Nico-chan and her father from now on is first to withdraw the soldiers who are searching for her, and then make it as though she and her father have died in this town. Arcs house seems to be a magician family lineage, so even with Duke Orba death, that doesn't mean the possibility of them being targeted by the Royal Family is completely gone. So pretending to be dead is the most optimal solution for them. Now that it comes to that, staying in this town is no longer a good option for them. I guess that means we have to take them out of here to another place. That's more or less the gist of the idea, and I'm sure Claire-chan also thinks along those lines. "For the time being, I'm intending to take Nico-chan and her father to the next town. Just in case, they'll have to use a fake family name, but the next town isn't under the protection of the Grandile Kingdom, so I think it's safe for them to stay there." "Okay, looks like we'll be together for a while longer, right, Nico?" "...yes." After coming to this town, my stats have grown greatly, so speaking of gain or loss, so I think coming to this town is still a plus. As far as I'm concerned, staying here is suffering in itself, and I want to get away from anything related to Grandile Kingdom as soon as possible. Otherwise, I don't know when I'll get dragged into the troubles caused by that fake hero, after all. Well, leaving that aside, let's move on to the next problem. It's about the newbie adventurer who's been hanging his head up until now. He seems to be an F-ranked adventurer, which means his rank is higher than me, but... how should I put it, he's supposed to be a newbie, but his is already higher than mine. "Well then... first thing first, care to introduce yourself?" "... Jack Itona." "If I don't get it wrong, dozens adventurers fought against the Goblin King, but you're the sole survivor. And then, all of the demonic beasts were found dead, including the Goblin King... something like that, am I right?" "... yes, everyone, they all died protecting me. I should've died back then, too... but somehow I survived...! Someone like me, it would've been better if I just died there...!" With face filled of grief and regret, he clenches his fists and vexedly says so. He's exuding this air as though a protagonist who's suffering from a setback, but what's with this situation? Eh, is this where I'm supposed to console him? Give me a break, I'm not good at that kind of thing... I mean, I've never had anyone to console, after all. Or rather, I didn't have any friends except Shiori-chan. When I glance at Rishe-chan and Leila-chan, I'm wonderfully betrayed. Rishe-chan seems to be not very good at this kind of thing, as for Leila-chan, I'm sure she just finds it bothersome. How bothersome, geez... why do I have to console such a protagonist-like person? Honestly speaking, I don't want to be in such a depressing room, or rather, I wonder if I can just have him return to his place now. Saying so in the voice that only Rishe-chan and the others can hear, I turn my gaze to the gloomy young man. His shoulders are shaking, he seems to be crying. His tightly clenched fists are pale white, and blood can be seen flowing from his gritted teeth. Just how far down is he? ".... umm... Jack-kun, it's not good saying something like you'd rather die or the like, you know?" "Why do you think the people who died back there sacrificed their lives for you? It was because they thought you were worth it. So, if you choose to die, wouldn't you just make them all died in vain, don't you think so too?" "....!" There is a response, does that mean it's working? Those are words I read from manga, but it seems that you can't really look down on them, huh! Umm, I believe the next sentence is.... "From now on, you have to live and shoulder all of the wish those died adventurers entrusted to you. Moreover, you're still very young as an adventurer... your potentials are as numerous as the stars in the sky. You have to keep on getting stronger and make those adventurers who died protecting you think... it was totally worth sacrificing their lives for you! I think that's the best you can do for them, right?" Yup, it should be something along those lines. I somewhat sugarcoat it, but in the end they still died a dog death, though. Apparently, the Goblin King died due to a stroke of luck, so that's about it. For now, my top priority is to have him leave. It's getting very bothersome, after all. ".... you're, right... thank you... I was wrong... I'll become more... more and more stronger... and surprise all of them...!" "Yeah, yeah, that's the spirit." "So.... for now, let me cry for a bit!!" When I say so with cramped smile, he starts bawling like a broken dam. I leave the room with Rishe-chan and the others. Nico-chan's father is still unconscious, so I let him sleep in the bed, but he shouldn't be waking up for a while. Even if he does wake up, he should be able to read the mood. He's a father, he's also similarly a man, and whether he decides to console him or pretends to be asleep, I think either way is fine. Well, not that not reading the mood is wrong or anything, though. Neither I, Rishe-chan, Leila-chan, nor Nico-chan say anything. We're only standing in front of the door, while listening to the the faint cry from inside the room. Probably, though I think we're silent for different reasons. I'm speechless from the thought of what the hell is going on here. Rishe-chan is probably thinking 'what a youth life'. Leila-chan probably doesn't understand of the situation. And I think Nico-chan is silent because everyone else is silent. That makes me think again. What's with this situation? "... How bothersome, adventurers are." "What?! That, just now, didn't you manage to say those splendid words...?" "Nah... it's a total pain in the ass... first, this is our room! Why do we have to read the mood and leave? I just don't get it." When I complain so, Rishe-chan is somewhat taken aback. I'm sure by now she's noticed that the words I used to console him previously were actually shallower than a dry river. Well, frankness is indeed her good point, but it becomes her bad point at times like this. Well, Leila-chan and Nico-chan aren't interfering and are only watching the situations unfold, but in this case, that's the right thing to do. "... What do we do now?" "... Let's see... well, it's late today... so why don't we take some rest tonight and then leave the town tomorrow?" "You're right, it's already getting dark outside, so I suppose let's just do that." By the way, the sun is already setting. It's time for dinner. It's already quite late to leave for the next town, so let's go with Rishe-chan's plan. Leila-chan has a basic stance of following the others' decision, so it's normally Rishe-chan and I who decide on our plan. "... but he's still crying, you know?" "... For now, let's wait a while longer for." We've decided on our plan, but we can't enter the room until he stops crying. Hence, we have to wait in the hallway for a while longer. * * * In the end, when we entered the room after the crying stopped, we found him asleep, exhausted from crying. The sheets were soaked with tears, and he's lying on the bed quietly sleeping. I was a little irritated by it, but I' was also feeling a little tired, so I decided to just take some rest. I wanted to use the bed, but even if I moved him away, I still wouldn't be able to use it since the sheets were wet, so I decided to let him and Nico-chan's father used this double room. By the way, I let Nico-chan sleep with her father. So, in the end, I decided to have Leila-chan and Rishe-chan sleep on the bed in my own room. If they stick close to each other, they'd still fit on it, after all. Huh? Me? I made a futon from miasma and slept in it. It took me a long time to recreate the fluffy feeling, but I was finally able to sleep at dawn. Because of that I barely had any sleeping time at all, though. And now it's morning. I barely slept at all, but I still wake up and do some light stretching. I can hear a cracking sound. "So we can maintain the miasma even while sleeping, huh... Well, it seems to become a little unstable, though." I make the miasma futon disappears, and have a yawn. Now then, let's wake up Rishe-chan and Leila-chan. "Both of you, wake up." "Hmm... Oh, good morning... I'm sorry, but can you not look at my sleeping face too much?" "Ufufu, Kitsune-kun good morning!" "Good morning. For now, I'm going to check on Nico-chan and the others, so please bring the luggage once everything's ready." They both seem to be the types who are strong in the morning, the wake up when I lightly call out to them. Rishe-chan, like a girl, prefer to hide her sleeping face, but Leila-chan on the other hand doesn't hide hers and gives me smile. Or rather, she has such long hair, yet she doesn't have bed hair at all, and there's also no strange mark on her skin. How should I put it, I guess that's the advantage of being prime beautiful girl, huh. With such thoughts in mind, I leave the room and head to where Nico-chan and the others are. When I enter Nico-chan's room, I see that her father and the young man are already awake. Or rather, I see Nico-chan's father bowing to the young man. Nico-chan seems to be still asleep in the bed, but what's with this situation? "... What the heck?" "Oh, ki, Kitsune-san! Please help me!" "Huh, do you always talk to me like that? I feel like it was more casual, though." "I'll explain about it later! For now please do something about this person!" I don't know what's going on, but Jack is somehow using honorific when he's talking to me. I wonder why? Is it because I consoled him? If he could recover thanks to those empty words, then that's good and all, though. But leaving that aside, I wonder what's going on here? Why is Nico-chan's father bowing to Jack? "Can you explain what's going on?" "Well... I don't really understand myself, he said something about thanking me for saving her daughter...." In other words, he thinks Jack-kun, who was sleeping next to them when he woke up, was the one who saved them. I'm not going to correct him by telling him that I was the one who saved them, though. Or rather, won't it be better if I just leave him think that that's the case? But, well, Nico-chan will definitely tell him eventually, and if I clear up the misunderstanding now, it should be less troublesome later on, right? "Well, Nico-chan's father?" "Mu... you are..! The one I left my daughter to!" "Yeah, yeah, and he's actually got nothing to do with Nico-chan whatsoever." "Oh.... is, is that so? I'm sorry, I jumped to a wrong conclusion... that means, did you?" "That's right, I brilliantly, skillfully and coolly saved Nico-chan and you! I've also silenced Duke Orba, you can no longer live in this town, but there are no more pursuers or people who are after your life. So you can rest assured." When I say so, Nico-chan's father seems to feel relieved from the bottom of his heart and feebly sits down on the bed. I'm sure he'd never expect that I'd actually silence Duke Orba. Well, strictly speaking, I killed him, so let alone silencing him, he already has no mouth to say even a word, after all. Well, at any rate, we need to talk about the future. Nico-chan and her father now end up in a very awkward position, after all. "Anyway, let's talk about what to do from now on. Jack-kun, you can leave." "Aren't you treating me so horribly here....?" That's none of my business.
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ไปŠใฎๅƒ•้”ใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใธใฎ่ถณใจ่ท็‰ฉใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใซใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บ็™บใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅฏ่ƒฝใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๅฝ“้ขใฎๅ•้กŒใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใงใฏใ€่บซๅฏ„ใ‚Šใฎใชใ„ๅญไพ›ใฏ้จŽๅฃซใŒไฟ่ญทใ—ใ€็„ถใ‚‹ในใๆ‰‹็ถšใใฎๅพŒใซไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใฎๆ–ฝ่จญใธใจ้ ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆๅƒใ‘ใ‚‹็จ‹ใซๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใฏใ€ๅ›ฝใŒๅญไพ›ใฎ่บซๅˆ†ใ‚’่จผๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ใ—ใ€ไธ€ๅ…ˆใšๅƒใๅ…ˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใพใงใฏๆ–ฝ่จญใง้ ใ‹ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅƒใๅ…ˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸๆ™‚ใฏๆ–ฝ่จญใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใชใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€้ฃฒ้ฃŸๅบ—ใง็ตฆไป•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹่€…ใ€้›ๅ†ถๅฑ‹ใซๅผŸๅญๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใๅƒใๅ…ˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใšใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆˆไบบใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅฟ…ใšๆ–ฝ่จญใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡ใ€็ตๆง‹ๅฆฅๅฝ“ใชๆ‰ฑใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใงๆธฉๅŽšใชๅ›ฝใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚ใพใๆˆไบบใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆ–ฝ่จญใ‚’ๅฟ…ใšๅ‡บใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่ฆๅ‰‡ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใฃใฆ็„ก้›ฃใชๅฏพๅฟœใ ใ€‚ๆˆไบบใ—ใŸไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใ„ใคใพใงใ‚‚ๆ–ฝ่จญใง้ ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ ๆ–ฝ่จญใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ”พใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸ็ตๆžœใ€ใใ„ใคใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใ ใฃใฆไบบใŒไบบใซๅ„ชใ—ใๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใซใ‚‚้™ๅบฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใงใ‚‚ใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ“ใ“ใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎๅบ‡่ญทไธ‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅฏพๅฟœใŒ้ฉ็”จใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใคใพใ‚Š?ใ€ ใ€Œๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใซใฏๅฝฑใŒๅทฎใ—ใ€่จ€ใ„่พ›ใใ†ใชๅฝผๅฅณใซไปฃใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ‚ทใƒณใƒ—ใƒซใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„็ญ”ใˆใ‚’ใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใฎๅญไพ›ใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซ้ ใ‘ใŸๆ‰€ใงใพใจใ‚‚ใชๅฏพๅฟœใฏใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ๆœ€ๆ‚ชๅ‡ฆๅˆ†ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅ˜็ด”ๆ˜Žๅฟซใ€ใ‚ใฎ่…น้ป’ๅทซๅฅณใซๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ›ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใญโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฎŸใซไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ“ใฎๅญใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œ็ง้”ใฏๅ…ƒใ€…ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซๅฏ„ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๆ—…ๆ”ฏๅบฆใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใŸใ‚‰ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใซใ‚‚ๅ‡บ็™บใ™ใ‚‹ไบˆๅฎšใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ......ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใ ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎใ‚„ใ‚Šๆ–นใงๅฏพๅฟœใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€็ตๆง‹ๆฎ‹้…ทใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใญใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใใฏใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ“ใฎๅญๆจใฆใกใ‚ƒใ†ใฎ? ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ“ใƒผใ‚ˆใ€ๅ‹ฟไฝ“ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ็œŸ้ข็›ฎใซ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ›ใ„ใงๅ…จ้ƒจๅฐ็„กใ—ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅคงไบบใ—ใใชใฃใŸใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ€‚ๅคงไบบใ—ใใชใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใงใƒžใ‚คใƒšใƒผใ‚นใชๆ…‹ๅบฆใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ป™ใฃใฆใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚“ใ‚€ใƒƒ!? ใทใฏใฃ......ใˆ? ใˆ? ใฏ......ใ‚......ใƒƒใƒƒใƒƒ!? ใใ‚…~......!ใ€ ใชใฎใงใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅƒ•ใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚’ใŠ่ฆ‹่ˆžใ„ใ€‚็ด„ๆŸใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ไบŒๅ›žใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸๅพŒใ‚‚็ตๅฑ€ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใ“ใฎ้š›ไธ€็™บใ‹ใพใ™ไฝใฎๅฟƒๆง‹ใˆใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ ๅ”‡ใ‚’้›ขใ™ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่Œซ็„ถใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸๅพŒใ€่ฆ‹ใ‚‹่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ†ใกใซ้ก”ใ‚’ๆž—ๆชŽใฎๆง˜ใซ็œŸใฃ่ตคใซๆŸ“ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใจ็›ฎใ‚’ๅ›žใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใฎ่กๆ’ƒใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ€ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅ€’ใ‚Œ่พผใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญ......ใใฎใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ......ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏไบบใฎ็›ฎใฎใชใ„ๆ‰€ใงใ ใช......ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่ฉฑใŒ้€ฒใพใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚่‰ฏใใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใใ‚‚ใ“ใฎๅญใฏ่‡ชๅทฑไธญๅฟƒ็š„ใชๅญใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใฆๅฐš้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใŸใพใพใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใตใ‚ใตใ‚ใจใ—ใŸ็™ฝ้ซชใ‚’ๆขณใใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใไธๆœฌๆ„ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅคงๅˆ†ไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒˆใƒฉใƒ–ใƒซใƒกใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใงใ€ใƒ ใƒผใƒ‰ใƒกใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ŠถๆณใŒๆ‚ชๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใฆใ‚‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅคฑใ‚ใšใซๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใซๆŒฏใ‚‹่ˆžใ†ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ๆฅฝ่ฆณ็š„ใงใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ใจใ“ใ‚ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็พŽ็‚นใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆ™‚ใจๅ ดๅˆใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•็‰นใซไปŠใฟใŸใ„ใช็œŸ้ข็›ฎใช่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใซใฏ้‚ช้ญ”ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ๆ†Žใ‚ใชใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎๅญใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใง? ใใคใญใฏใ“ใฎๅญใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใ ? ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎใ‚„ใ‚Šๆ–นใซไปปใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏใญโ€•โ€•โ€•ใฉใฎใ‚„ใ‚Šๆ–นใซไปปใ›ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ„ใ‹ใง่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ!ใ€ ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใ‚Šใ€็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญไพ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ™ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใจใ„ใ†ๅ›ฝใฏใฉใ†ใ‚‚ใ€ๆฐ—ใซ้ฃŸใ‚ใชใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใ‚„่…น้ป’ๅทซๅฅณใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ›ฝใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹็Ž‹ๆ—ใ‚„ๆจฉๅŠ›่€…ใฎๆ•ทใ„ใŸๅธธ่ญ˜ใจ่ฆณๅฟตใŒ็‰นใซๆฐ—ใซ้ฃŸใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏๅผฑใ„ไบบ้–“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎไธ–็•Œใฏ็”Ÿใ่พ›ใใฆๆ•ตใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚น ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:10 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:20 ่€ๆ€ง:10 ๆ•ๆท:10 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:10 ใชใ— ใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‘ โ—‡ ไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏ่ฒงๅผฑใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚็ขบๅฎŸใซใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ„ใฆใ€ๅผท่€…ใฎ่‚‰ใซใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅผฑ่€…ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€่ญทใ‚‹ไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ใ€ๅผฑ่€…ใจใ—ใฆ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใฎๅญใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€่ญทใ‚‹ไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ไธ‹ๅ‰‹ไธŠใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅผฑ่€…ใŒๅผท่€…ใซๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆ็†ๅฑˆใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ›ฝๅฎถๆจฉๅŠ›ใ‚„ๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅ…จ้ƒจใฒใฃใใ‚‹ใ‚ใฆ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใใ†ใ—ใŸใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ€ไปฒ้–“ใจใ—ใฆใฎ็งใฎๅฝน็›ฎใ ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ ผๅฅฝ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚็”ทๅ‰ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใฎใ‹ใชใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๅญใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅฅณใฎๅญใ ใ—ใ€ๅง‰ๅพก่‚Œ? ๅ‹ๆฐ—ใชใฎใฏใ€ๅƒ•็š„ใซ่ฒทใ„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใพใใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆฅใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚Œใฏใใฃใจๅ–œใฐใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“......ใ‚“ใ…......ใฏใ.........ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€ใ€่ตทใใŸใ‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€ ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ€ใตใ‹ใตใ‹ใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไป˜ใ่ตทใไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใฏ็ง้”ใฎๅ€Ÿใ‚ŠใŸ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆค…ๅญใซๅบงใฃใŸ็ด…ใ„้ซชใฎๅญใŒ็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้šฃใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซใฏใใคใญๅ›ใŒๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅญไพ›ใŒๅฏใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅงฟใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใ ๅฏ่ตทใใงใผใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ€่€ƒใงใ€็งใŒๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅคฑใ†ๅ‰ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็ขบใ‹ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใจไธ€็ท’ใซ่ฒทใ„็‰ฉใ—ใฆใฆ......ใใ“ใฎๅญใซๅฎฟใพใงๆกˆๅ†…ใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆ......ใใ‚Œใง......ใ‚ใฃใ€ใใ†ใ ็ง็ขบใ‹ใใคใญๅ›ใซโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒƒใƒƒ! ใ€Œใฏใ‚......ใฏใ‚ใ‚ใ‚......ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†......ใ€ ใใ†ใ ใ€็งใใคใญๅ›ใจใกใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใง้ก”ใŒ็†ฑใใชใฃใฆใ€่ƒธใŒ้™็•Œใพใงใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใฆใ€้ ญใฎไธญ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใงใ‚ใ‘ใ‚ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใใชใฃใฆใ€ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ„ใคใฎ้–“ใซใ‹ๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ ใ ใฃใฆไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใฎไธๆ„ๆ‰“ใกใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใšใ‚‹ใ„ใ€ใšใ‚‹ใ„ใšใ‚‹ใ„! ใใคใญๅ›ใšใ‚‹ใ„! ใ“ใ†ใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใใคใญๅ›ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใŸๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ็งใฎๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ€‚ไปŠใฏใใฎใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใฆๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆ็งใŒๅ—ใ‘่บซใชใฎใฏใชใ‚“ใ‹็ดๅพ—ใ„ใ‹ใชใ„! ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใใคใญๅ›ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใใ‚‹!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ!?ใ€ ็ด…ใ„้ซชใฎๅญใŒๅผ•ใๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฃฐใ‚’็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใ€็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไบŒไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใจไธ€ไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฏ้šŽใŒ้•ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚Šใฆไธ€ไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎ้šŽใซ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎใพใพใใคใญๅ›ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่กŒใใ€ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ไธญใฏไบŒไบบ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใจๆฏ”ในใฆใใ“ใพใงๅบƒใใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไธ€ไบบใง้Žใ”ใ™ใซใฏๅๅˆ†ใชใ‚นใƒšใƒผใ‚นใ ใญใ€‚ ไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚็€ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ป’ใ„ๆœใ‚’่„ฑใ„ใงใ€ไธ‹ใซ็€ใฆใ„ใŸๅŠ่ข–ใฎๆœใจใ‚บใƒœใƒณใฎใพใพใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅบงใฃใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผ„ใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ๆ“ไฝœใ™ใ‚‹็ทด็ฟ’ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ใฏ็งใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ€่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ใ“ใฃใกใซๅ‘ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ใ€ ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚่€ƒใˆใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไป•่ฟ”ใ—ใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸ่จณใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใกใ‚…ใƒผใจใ‹่งฆใ‚Œๅˆใ†ใฎใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็„ก็†ใ‹ใ‚‚......่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใช......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ™ใ‚‹......ใ‚ใฎ็™ฝใ„ๅญใŒๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใ ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ™ใ‚‹! ใ“ใ‚“ใช็Šถๆ…‹ใŒใ„ใคใพใงใ‚‚็ถšใใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚„ใ ใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ใจ่งฆใ‚Œๅˆใˆใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ไธๆบ€ใŒๅ‹Ÿใ‚‹ใฐใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ™ใ‚‹! ใใคใญๅ›ใฎใ›ใ„ใง็งใฏใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ่ฒฌไปปๅ–ใฃใฆ!ใ€ ใใ†ใ ใ€ๅ…จ้ƒจใใคใญๅ›ใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰็งใฏใฉใ“ใ‹ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใคใญๅ›ใŒใ€็งใ‚’ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใคใญๅ›ใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใŒ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใฎใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ใฎใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€ใใ‚Œใซโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Žโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ›ใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ่ญทใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใคใญๅ›ใŒใ€ๆ ผๅฅฝ่‰ฏใ„ใฎใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆ็งใฎๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŽปใไนฑใ™ใฎ? ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใซ่งฆใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใฎใซใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ไธ€ไฝ“ใใคใญๅ›ใฏ็งใซไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎ? ็งใŒ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„้–“ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ็งใŒใใคใญๅ›ใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจๅ‡บๆฅใชใใชใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซ็งใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎ? ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ƒธใŒใƒใ‚ฏใƒƒใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใฏๆฌฒๆฑ‚ไธๆบ€ใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ้•ใฃ......ใ„ใ‚„้•ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉ......้•ใ†ใฎ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผใฏใ„ใฏใ„ใ€ใใ‚Œใงๅƒ•ใซใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ใจ?ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‚„ใ‚Šใชใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚......็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใซไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใกใ‚…ใƒผ? ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„? ใฉใ‚Œใ‚‚้•ใ†ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ไฝ•?ใ€ ใ€Œ่ƒธใฎไธญใŒใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ใ—ใฆใ€่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใฎ......ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚ˆ......ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใฎๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ่‡ช็„ถใจใใ‚“ใช่จ€่‘‰ใŒๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ใใฃใจใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใชใ‚‰ไฝ•ใจใ‹ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ ใฃใฆใ€ไปŠใพใงใ ใฃใฆใใคใญๅ›ใฏ่‰ฒใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใฆใฎใ‘ใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ“ใ†ใชใฃใŸใฎใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎใ›ใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใฃใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใชใ......ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใชใ„ใงใ“ใฃใกใŠใ„ใงใ€ ใใคใญๅ›ใŒ็งใซๆ‰‹ๆ‹›ใใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใŸๅคงใใ่ƒธใŒ้ซ˜้ณดใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—่บŠ่บ‡ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅบงใ‚‹ใใคใญๅ›ใซๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฏ็งใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆๅผ•ใฃๅผตใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅŠ›ใซๅผ•ใๅฏ„ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ€็งใฏใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธŠใซ่…ฐใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใ€ๆ›ดใซใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅคชใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใฎไธŠใซใฝใ™ใ‚“ใจ้ ญใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ็›ฎใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใŸๅ…ˆใซใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸ้ก”ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚่†ๆž•ใ‚’ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ็†่งฃใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€็งใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘้ก”ใŒ็†ฑใใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠๅคœใฏ็‰นๅˆฅใซใšใฃใจใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎใพใพๅฏใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€‚ไธ€ๆ™ฉๅฏใ‚Œใฐใ™ใฃใใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ............ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ ใ‘ใ€่‹ฆใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใŒ็„กใใชใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่บซไฝ“ใฎๅฅฅๅบ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใ„ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใ€ใ˜ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚Šใจ่ƒธใฎไธญใซๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใŠใ‚„ใ™ใฟใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไธญใ€…็ด ๆ•ตใชๅ‘Š็™ฝใ ใฃใŸใœใ€ ใ†ใจใ†ใจใจ็œ ๆฐ—ใŒ่ฅฒใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใŒ่–„ใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใไธญ......ใใคใญๅ›ใฎใใ‚“ใช่จ€่‘‰ใŒ้™ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎใ‚’่žใ„ใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚
Mostly, about the child that was pushed onto me. Currently we've pretty much finished all the preparations for the journey, and it's possible to immediately depart tomorrow. That's why, we're able to think about the problem we're currently facing. "At Miniera, orphan children will be taken care of by the guards, following the proper procedure, they'll be entrusted to a kind of facility somewhere. When they've grown enough to secure their own livelihood, the country will conduct social certification procedure to them. Before they find jobs, they'll be entrusted to the faicility, but after they find jobs, they'll be permitted to leave. Some may turn into adventurers, some into waitresses, and some into blacksmith apprentices. Well, even if they haven't gotten any job, if they've old enough, they'll still have to leave, though." "Hee, quite a proper treatment, indeed." Miniera sure is a gentle country in many ways. Well, seems like there's a regulation where they have to leave the facility when they've matured up, but that's still an acceptable treatment. The faculty won't be willing to keep on taking care of adults who aren't working after all. If they die because they're forced out of the facility, then that's an inevitable result. Even in this world, there's a limit of someone's kindness to other, after all. "Then, is that also the case in this town?" "Nope, this town isn't under Miniera after all. Most likely they adopt Grandile Kingdom's rule here." "Which means?" "The law of the jungle, something along that line, Kitsune-kun." Rishe-chan's face turns gloomy as if feeling hard to say it, and then Leila-chan answers me with such simple and easy to understand answer. That means, even if we take this child to the guards, most likely she won't receive proper treatments, huh. At worst, there's a possibility that she might be disposed of. Plain and simple, that reminds me of that wicked miko and fake hero... simply irritating. "Then, what should we do with her?" "We've planned to leave this town, and since we've also finished our preparation, we should be able to depart tomorrow... I do feel bad for her, but perhaps we should just follow this town's rule, I think." "Ahaha, what a cruel word you're saying there, Rishe-chan. But well, it isn't like I don't understand it, though." "Eh~ we're going to leave this child? That'd be a waste, let's just take her with us." Even though I and Rishe-chan are discussing quite seriously here, it's all ruined because of Leila-chan. Just when I thought she's turned somewhat meek, this happens, huh. She sure has turned somewhat meek, but her willful and doing-as-she-pleased traits are still there. "Leila-chan." "Please be quiet for a bit." "Nnmu?! Puha... eh? Eh? Haa...?! Kyuu~...!" So, I give Leila-chan; who once said that her heart'd throb when she's about to touch me; a kiss. I've promised after all, and even the other day in the end she didn't kiss me even once when I told her she could do it twice, so I decide to brace myself and try kissing her here. When I separate my lips, Leila-chan looks somewhat as if in a daze, her face turns red in an instant, then she lose consciousness while foaming; perhaps she loses consciousness because of the strong mental impact; and collapses onto the bed. "Kitsune... umm, what's it... if you want to do something like that, please do it when there's no one around...." "We can't continue the discussion if Leila-chan's around, for better or worse, she's a very selfish girl, after all." While looking down at Leila-chan's; who's fainted; red face, I caress her fluffy white hair as if combing it, and say so. Well, I'm very unwilling but, after being together with her for quite a while, I've pretty much understood her. She's definitely a troublemaker, but she's also our mood maker. No matter how deteroited the situation was, she wouldn't ever stray from her selfish way. That's why I can somewhat be optimistic even after losing Finia-chan and Lulu-chan. That's her virtue. It's just, depending on the situation... especially when we're discussing seriously like this, she's simply a nuisance though. Her character sure is an enigma. "So, what are you going to do with this child, Kitsune? Are you going to leave her to this town's way of doing?" "Rishe-chan, you see, it isn't about choosing a certain way of dealing, but about what we want to do with her." "!" With faint smile, I stand up and look down on the sleeping child. In this town, or rather in Grandile Kingdom, I've only been experiencing bad things. The fake hero and that wicked miko were also like that, the common sense and rules that were imposed by the royalties and nobles who built this country, I really hate them all. I'm weak after all, that's why I'm not suitable to life in a world with jungle rules. "Status." *Status* Name : Niko Arcs Gender : Female Lv. 1 Strength : 10 Stamina : 20 Resistance : 10 Agility : 10 Magic Power : 10 Title : None Skill : None * Just as I expected it to be, just as her appearance tells, her status is very meager. She even has no skill whatsoever. In this world, she's definitely a weakling who'll be bullied by the strong. That's why, she's worth of protecting. It's exactly because she was born weak; similarly like me; she's worth of protecting. "...it's junior-surpassing-senior time." There's no reason for the weak to be unable to defeat the strong. The hell is military-power, the hell is law-of-the-jungle, I'll tear both of them apart. It's not to survive, I'll do it because I want to. "As someone and comrade who's following your back, it's my duty." Rishe-chan somehow is very cool. So manly should I say, this girl is. But she's a girl so, big-sis, perhaps? Such unyielding spirit, as far as I'm concerned, I like it. Well, even if that isn't the case, if someone who's following you say so... I think it'll surely make you happy. "M... mm... haa... hmm?" "Oh, have you awoken, Leila?" Opening my eyes, I put my hands on the soft bed and get up. And then, I notice that I'm in the room we reserved. The red haired girl; who's sitting on the chair; is smiling while looking at me. At the neighboring bed, the child that was pushed onto Kitsune-kun is sleeping there, but I can't see Kitsune-kun around. With my indistinct mind after waking up, I try recalling what happened before I lost my consciousness. If my memory serve right, I went shopping with Kitsune-kun... then being led by the girl over there to the inn... then... ah, that's right, I was...! "Hawa... hawawawa... what, what should I do...." That's right, I was kissed by Kitsune-kun. After that my face got very hot, my heart was beating to its very limit, my head went blank, and then before I knew it I lost consciousness. But, there's nothing I could do about, that was a surprise attack. Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky! Kitsune-kun was very sneaky! If that's the case then I have to pay him back, somehow I feel like I lost to Kitsune-kun here, after all. I'm more powerful than Kitsune-kun, after all, and I want to be the one who do that sort of things. Currently, somehow my heart is pretty calm, but I just can't accept being this passive after getting done by Kitsune-kun! "I'm going to Kitsune-kun's room for a bit"! "Eh? Ah, Leila?!" Ignoring the red haired girl's voice, I go to Kitsune-kun's room. Double rooms and single rooms are on different floors, so I descend the stairs and head to the single room floor. And then, arriving in front of Kitsune-kun's room, I open the door. The room isn't as spacious as double room, but it's enough for a person to live in. When I enter the room, without the black clothes he usually wears, wearing only short sleeves shirt and trouser, Kitsune-kun is sitting on the bed while touching miasma. I think he's training to control it. "Ah, Leila-chan. What's the matter?" I call out to Kitsune-kun. Noticing me, Kitsune-kun turns toward me and says so. "...." Come to think of it, what should I do next, I wonder? I haven't thought about it. I've thought about paying him back but, things like kiss or touch may be a bit too much for me... even just thinking about it makes my heart beats faster. Will it be embarrassing, I wonder... yeah, I think it will surely be embarrassing. My heart feels so hazy... ever since we met that white girl, it's always like this. Hazy, so hazy! I don't want to stay in this state forever. I can't touch Kitsune-kun, and this frustration keeps on pilling up. "I'm feeling so hazy! Because of you I've turned strange, Kitsune-kun! Please take responsibility!" That's right, it's all Kitsune-kun's fault. Ever since I met Kitsune-kun, I was gradually turning strange. Kitsune-kun has turned me strange. That's why it's all Kitsune-kun's fault, it's his fault to be so tasty, it's his fault to be so adorable, it's his fault to be so interesting, also... "...I will protect you." ...it's, it's his fault to be so cool. Why is my heart so stirred up like this? Even though I want to touch Kitsune-kun, I can't because of it. Just what has Kitsune-kun done to me? Did he do something without I noticed it? Just like how I can't bear to get touched by Kitsune-kun, did he not want to get touched by me that much? Somehow, that pricks my heart a bit. "I don't know what you're talking about but, to put it simply, your desire isn't satisfied?" "... that's not incorrect, but... that's no it!" "Ah, okay okay, then, what should I do?" Somehow Kitsune-kun casually asks me what he should do, but... what I want Kitsune-kun to do, I wonder? Kiss? Or perhaps letting me taste him? I feel like it's none of them. "Hmm? Leila-chan?" "Eh, what?" "Inside my chest, it's whirling and painful... do something about it... Kitsune-kun." But, such words spontaneously leave my mouth. I'm sure, Kitsune-kun will be able to do something about it. Or so I feel. After all, thus far Kitsune-kun has succeeded on many things. Also, this is all his fault, after all. So he should be able to do something about it. "...Leila-chan, you really like me that much, huh." "It can't be helped... come on, don't just standing there, come in." Kitsune-kun urges me. My heart suddenly beats faster. While hesitating a bit, I walk to Kitsune-kun; who's sitting on the bed. And then, Kitsune-kun takes my hand and pulls me toward him. As if being drawn by that power, my body falls onto the bed, and my head lands on Kitsune's thigh. While staring in wonder, when I look up I can see Kitsune-kun with his faint smile. When I realize that he's giving me lap pillow, I feel like my face turns hot a bit. But, "Only tonight, I'll especially do this for you, just try to sleep like this. I'm sure you'll feel better after sleeping overnight." "...yes." Just a bit, I feel like the hazy feeling is lessening. And instead, from the depth of my body, somehow I feel like there's a warmth that is gradually spreading in my heart. "...good night, Leila-chan. That was quite a splendid confession, you know?" Being attacked by drowsiness, in my fading consciousness... I feel like I can hear Kitsune-kun saying so.
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ๆ•ๆท:1800 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:13900 ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ๅฅณ 12ๆญณ ๅฅด้šทใจใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฒทใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ็ฃไบบใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€‚็Šฌ่€ณใจๅฐปๅฐพใŒ็”ŸใˆใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏๅนดใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅนผใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใงใ‚ใฃใŸใŒใ€็พๅœจใฏ็ฃไบบใฎ็‰นๆ€งใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใซๅฟœใ˜ใฆ14ๆญณ็จ‹ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซใพใงๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝ“ๅˆใฏๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็œผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ„ชใ—ใ•ใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงๆฎตใ€…ใจๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใ€ไปŠใงใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใจไฝ•ใ‚‰ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚Šใชใ„ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใงๅ„ชใ—ใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่Œถ้ซชใ‚’่ƒŒไธญใ‚„ใ‚„ไธ‹่พบใ‚Šใพใงไผธใฐใ—ใ€็ท‘่‰ฒใฎ็žณใฏใ‚„ใ‚„ๅž‚ใ‚Œ็›ฎใช็™’ใ—็ณป็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็พๅœจใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๅ…ฑใ€…ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใ้›ขใ•ใ‚Œใ€่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ…ฑใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฎถๆ—ใฎ็ต†ใจใ—ใฆๅคงๅˆ‡ใชๅฎ็‰ฉใ ใฃใŸ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅˆปใพใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅคงใใชๆ‚ฒใ—ใฟใซใใ‚ŒใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฟ…ใšๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ€็ซ‹ใก็›ดใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็พๅœจใฏๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ†ไผšใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใฎ็‚บใซๅผทใใชใ‚ใ†ใจๆฑบๅฟƒใ€ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใซ็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใŸใŒใ€ๆœชใ ใใ‚Œใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:650 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:500 ๆ•ๆท:510 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:230 ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉ ๅฅณ 17ๆญณ ้จŽๅฃซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใจใ—ใฆไฟฎ่กŒใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€‚่จ“็ทดใซๅ‡บใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใง็€•ๆญปใฎๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็™บ่ฆ‹ใ€ไฟ่ญทใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปฅๅพŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‘ฝใฎๆฉไบบใจใ—ใฆๆ‡‡ๆ„ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใใ“ใงๆก”้ŸณใŒๆฉ่ฟ”ใ—ใ‚‚ๅซใ‚ใฆไป‹ๅ…ฅใ€ๆ–ฐใŸใชๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ—ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใธใฎ้“ใธใจ้€ฒใ‚€ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚Šใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ็พๅœจใฏไปฒ้–“ใจใ—ใฆๅฎŸๅŠ›ไธ่ถณใชใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ†‚ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผทใใชใ‚ใ†ใจๆฑบๅฟƒใ€‚ๆˆ้•ทใซๆœŸๅพ…ใ€‚ใพใŸใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅทฆ็œผใŒใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใพใ ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:670 ๆ•ๆท:650 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:300 ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณ ๅฅณ 17ๆญณ(่‚‰ไฝ“ๅนด้ฝข) ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใฎไบบ้–“ใจใ—ใฆ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใŒใ€7ๆญณ็จ‹ใฎๆ™‚ใซ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ‡บไผšใ†ใพใงใฎ10ๅนด้–“ใฏใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ—ใฆ็”Ÿใใ€ๅคœ่กŒๆ€งใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๆฌกใ€…ใจๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ๆ€ช็‰ฉใจใ—ใฆ้Žใ”ใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ‡บไผšใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใ€ใใฎๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใ‚’ๆบ€ใŸใ™ๅญ˜ๅœจใฎ็™ปๅ ดใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ่‡ช่บซใŒใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจใฎ้ฉๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ‹ใฃใŸไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅŠ้ญ”ๆ—ๅŒ–ใ—ใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ‚ใฃใŸ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅฎŒๅ…จใซ้ญ”ๆ—ๅŒ–ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Œใฐไธ–็•Œไธญใฎไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใธใจๅค‰่ฒŒใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใธใจ้€ฒๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ้š›ใ€ไธๅฎ‰ๅฎšใงๆฌฒๆœ›ใซๅพ“ใฃใฆๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸ็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚‚ๅฎ‰ๅฎšใ—ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใงใ‚ใŒใพใพใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘็†ๆ€ง็š„ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ็พๅœจใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ„ใฃใฆไป˜ใ็บใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใธใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ้ฃŸๆฌฒใ‚„ๆ€งๆฌฒไปฅๅค–ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใธใจๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใ€ใใฎๅค‰ๅŒ–ใซๆˆธๆƒ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:31200 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:41400 ่€ๆ€ง:1000 ๆ•ๆท:27960 ็”ท 17ๆญณ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธใจๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅฐ‘ๅนดใ€‚้ซ˜ๆ กไบŒๅนด็”Ÿใงใ€็ˆฝใ‚„ใ‹็ณปใฎใ‚คใ‚ฑใƒกใƒณใ€‚้•ท่บซใงๆ‰‹่ถณใ‚‚้•ทใ„ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๆœ่ฃ…ใงใ‚‚้›ฃใชใ็€ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใฎๅผทใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใงใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏ่‰ฏใๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใ‚’็”ทๅฅณ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎใ›ใ„ใ‹็”ทๅฅณๅ•ใ‚ใšใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆ…•ใ‚ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅŸŽใฎไบบ้–“้”ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ…•ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฎ่กŒใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆ€งๅˆ†ใŒ็™บๆฎใ•ใ‚Œใ€็ฉบๅ›žใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅคšใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎใ›ใ„ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ…ฑใซๅฑ…ใŸๅฅด้šทใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฎถๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใ‚’ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ่ชๅฎšใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ใใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’้บๆ†พใชใ็™บๆฎใ—ใฆๅฉใใฎใ‚ใ—ใ€ไฝ•ใŒไฝ•ใ ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ†…ใซใƒซใƒซใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใใฎ้š›ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใ‚’ๆคใˆไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจ้–ขใ‚ใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆ€ใ„ใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธ€ๆ—ฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ”พๆฃ„ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ไปฒ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใฎๅฟ ๅ‘Šใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚„ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆๅง‹ใ‚ใŸๆง˜ๅญใ€‚ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv60 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:8740 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:9500 ่€ๆ€ง:310:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:6800 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:2600 ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใƒปใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒŸใ‚จใƒƒใ‚ฟ ๅฅณ 17ๆญณ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅทซๅฅณใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใซ่บซใ‚‚ๅฟƒใ‚‚ๆงใ’ใฆๅŠ›ใซใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒไฝฟๅ‘ฝใงใ‚ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณ่‡ช่บซๅ‡ชใซ่‹ฅๅนฒๅฅฝๆ„ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใใฎไฝฟๅ‘ฝใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๅนผใ„้ ƒใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅทซๅฅณใจใ—ใฆใฎๆ•™่‚ฒใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ€ๅฐšไธ”ใคๅ›ฝใฎๆฑš็‚นใ‚„ๆ‚ชไบบใ€ๅฅด้šท็ญ‰ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใŸใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธญใ€…ใˆใ’ใคใชใ„ใ“ใจใงใ‚‚ๅนณๆฐ—ใงๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ็‚บใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ไฝใ‚„ใฃใฆใฎใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใพใŸใ€็Ÿฅ็•ฅ็ญ–็•ฅใซใ‚‚้•ทใ‘ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ๆๅพ—ๅ‹˜ๅฎšใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅญใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็ตๆžœใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใซๆˆฆๅŠ›ใจใ—ใฆๅŠ ใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ•ใใ•็ด›ใ‚ŒใซใŠ้ขใ‚’ๅผทๅฅชใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒๅŽปใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ตๆžœใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๅŒๆง˜ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใ‚’ๆคใˆไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐ้–ขใ‚ใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒๆ‹ๆ„›ใ‚„็•ฐๆ€งใจใฎไป˜ใๅˆใ„ใซ็–Žใ„ๆง˜ใงใ€ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ่กŒ็‚บใซใฏ็ด”ๆƒ…ใงๅˆๅฟƒใชใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๅ…ฅๆตดไธญใฎๅ‡ชใฎไธ‹ใธใจ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ๆตใ—ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใชใฉๅคง่ƒ†ใช่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š่ฃธใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆ้€ƒใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€่–„็€ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๅฏๅฎคใ‚’ๅ…ฑใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ใชใฉ็„ก้˜ฒๅ‚™ใชๆ‰€ใ‚‚ๅคšใ„ใฎใงใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆ‹ๆ„›ใ‚„็•ฐๆ€งใจใฎไบคๆตใซใฏ็–Žใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใƒปใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒŸใ‚จใƒƒใ‚ฟ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv40 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:3740 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:4500 ่€ๆ€ง:120:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:3500 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:8900 ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใƒปใ‚ฌใƒซใƒ•ใ‚กใƒซใƒ‰ ็”ท 28ๆญณ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใงใ‚‚้šไธ€ใฎๅ‰ฃๅฃซใ€‚ๅ‚ญๅ…ตใจใ—ใฆๅนผๅฐ‘ๆ™‚ไปฃใ‚’้Žใ”ใ—ใŸใŒใ€็พๅœจใฏๅ›ฝใŠๆŠฑใˆใฎ็”จๅฟƒๆฃ’ใฎๆง˜ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏๅ ดๅ†…ใฎๅ…จๅ“กใŒ่ชใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใฏๅคšๅฐ‘่ฉฑใ—ใŸ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎไปฒใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€็”˜ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใพใ ้’ใ„ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅทซๅฅณใฎใ“ใจใฏ็Ÿฅ็•ฅ็ญ–็•ฅใ‚’ๅƒใ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ—ใ‹่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€่…น้ป’ๅฅณใจ่ฉ•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏ่ชใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ทใƒซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒปใ‚นใƒชใƒผใƒ‰ใƒƒใƒˆ ๅฅณ 18ๆญณ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝ้šไธ€ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€‚็ ”็ฉถ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅ„ช็ง€ใงใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎ้–“ใงใ‚‚่‹ฅใๅคฉๆ‰้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ—ใฆๅใŒ้€šใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๅ…ฑใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ไป–ใฎๅ›ฝใซใ‚ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•่ณ‡ๆ–™ใฎ้–ฒ่ฆงใŒๅ‡บๆฅใใ†ใ ใจใ„ใ†็†็”ฑใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€้ญ”็Ž‹่จŽไผไบ‘ใ€…ใฏๆญฃ็›ดใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚’็ฅž่–่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅทซๅฅณใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎใ‚„ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏ่จฑใ›ใšใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใธใฎ่ฉ•ไพกใŒๅคงใใไธ‹ใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใฏใ€Žไฝฟๅพ’ใ€ใจใ„ใ†็งฐๅทใ‚’ๆŒใค่ฌŽใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฎๅคง้™ธใธใจ่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ๆใ‚‰ใไป–ใฎๅคง้™ธใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‚‚ใฎใจๆ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใชใƒ‰ใƒฌใ‚นใซ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใช้ซชใ€ๆ‰€ใ€…ใซ้ป’ใ„ใƒ•ใƒชใƒซใ‚„ใƒ˜ใƒƒใƒ‰ใƒ‰ใƒฌใ‚นใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ไฝ™่จˆใซ็™ฝใ„้ซชใ‚„ๆœใ€่‚ŒใŒ้š›็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็žณใฏ้œฒ่‰่‰ฒใงใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ่จ€ใˆใฐๅคšๅฐ‘ๆทฑใฟใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใ€‚ ๆ›ฐใใ€็ฅžใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใ‚’็›ฎ็š„ใจใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ๆ‚ชๆ„ใจใ„ใฃใŸ็ฅžใฎๅ‰ตใ‚Šใ ใ—ใŸๆต„ๅŒ–ใ™ในใใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎไฝฟๅ‘ฝใฎๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๆญฆๅ™จใจใ—ใฆใ€้’็™ฝใ„็จฒๅฆปใฎๆงใ‚’ไฝฟ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎๅจๅŠ›ใฏใพใ•ใ—ใ็ฅžๆฎบใ—ใฎๅใซๅŠฃใ‚‰ใฌ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎไป–ใซใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ใปใฎใ‚ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎไธญใงใ‚‚็ ดๅฃŠๅŠ›ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใฏ้šไธ€ใ‚’่ช‡ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:28740 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:39500 ่€ๆ€ง:200:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:26800 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:52600
Naginata Kitsune - Male - 18 years old In his former world, he was a normal bullied kid, a third year of senior high school. Whene he was born, he was abandoned by his parents, he was raised with affection only until he had awareness, when he already had awareness, for appearance sake he lived with his mother; who once abandoned him; again. From then on, he was constantly bullied, that led to the deviation of his mind, and in the end established an eerie nature that made no one want to associate with him. And then, ever since he spent time together with the girl named Shinozaki Shiori, his eerie nature was slightly dissipating, and the bullying was started yet again. His accumulated anger bursted out, and in the result of protecting Shiori, he lost his life. Afterward, he was reincarnated to another world by a god-like existence. Fundamentally he was an open pervert with glib tongue, good at wheedling people and spouting some sounds argument to break their will, status-wise he was weak so if he was wrapped into an upfront fight, he'd naturally lose. After having Finia; who had been with him ever since he came to another world; and Lulu taken away by the hero, right now he was on a journey with the purpose to knock down the hero. Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv. 1 Strength : 40 Stamina : 1050 Resistance : 1420 Agility : 1000 Magic Power : 950 Title : {Other worlder} {One who's loved by demon} {Demon eye holder} Finia - Female - 0 years old She was an idea type fairy who was born from the mask that was owned by Kitsune. She was born from Shinozaki Shiori's good will toward Kitsune, so she similarly did as well. She was naive and innocent, she possessed a bit memories of Kitsune's former world, and she also had got quite a sharp tongue. She had no ill will, but she tended to bad mouthing Kitsune, and the fact that she really had no ill will made her hard to hate. There were also times where she spat some heart pearching words. Since she was an idea type fairy, she possessed quite a powerful magic, with her speciality was in "Fire Magic", the firepower was enough to instant skill E rank magical beasts. She possessed tremendous magical power, and it looked like she still possessed many spaces to grow. She was born from the mask, that was why if the mask was broken, then she'd end up disappearing. Aware of that, the miko snatched the mask from Kitsune, so currently she was journeying together with the hero. Also, she was on extreme term with the hero's party. She dearly wanted to return to Kitsune's side. Name : Finia Strength : 790 Stamina : 1400 Resistance : 300:STOP! Agility : 1800 Magic Power : 13900 Lulu Soleil - Female - 12 years old She was a beastman girl who was bought by Kitsune as his slave. She had dog tail and dog ears, appearance-wise she was a very young girl, but thanks to her beastman trait, after leveling up, her body had grown into that of 14 years old girl. At first she possessed dead-like eyes, but thanks to Kitsune's gentle treatments, she gradually regained her vitality, and currently she was a lively and kind girl, wasn't much different from another girl. She was a beautiful girl with light brown hair that extended to her back, and sooting emerald green eyes. After being separated from Kitsune, currently she was together with Finia accompanied the hero. Her precious collar that was the symbol or her bond with Kitsune was broken, she experienced quite a mental damage, but she endured it in believe that Kitsune would definitely come to take them back. Currently she had resolved to get stronger for the sake of reuniting with Kitsune again, she had awakened her innate skill but she hadn't realized it yet. Name : Lulu Soleil Strength : 650 Stamina : 500 Agility : 510 Magic Power : 230 Trisha Rumiela - Female - 17 years old She was a girl who trained to become a knight. When she was about to go to train, she found the on-the-verge-of-death Kitsune and saved him. Thus, she acquinted with him as his lifesaver. However, Kitsune repaided her favor and intervened there, he showed her a new possibility, that led her into becoming an adventurer, and in the end she decided to follow Kitsune. Currently she was in anguish because of her inadequacy, but she had resolved to get stronger from there on. She wanted to grow more. Also, she still didn't know that Kitsune's left eye possessed "Demon-eye of foresight". Name : Trisha Rumiela Strength : 670 Agility : 650 Magic Power : 300 Leila Vermilion - Female - 17 years old (body-wise) Initially she was a normal girl who was born human, but when she was seven year old, she was infected by a virus type A rank demon "Red Night", her body turned into that of demon, and her mind when she was still human was consumed. She lost all of her memories, and then her mind turned into that of "Red Night" as well. From there on ten years passed until she finally met Kitsune, she lived as an A rank demon, a nocturnal monster that would devour any human and magical beast she met alike. Ever since she met Kitsune, with the appearance of an existence who could satisfy her desire, and with her high aptitude with "Red Night" virus, she turned from a quasi demon into a full-fledged demon, and evolved into an S rank demon, as a demon who controlled virus, if she felt like it, she could transform all human around the world into "Red Night". From there on, her desire was still unstable but her mind had gone stable, she was egoist and willful, but she was still rational. Currently she was selfishly following Kitsune around, but after her desire for Kitsune turned into something else than a simply appetite and sexual desire, she was currently bewildered by that change. Name : Leila Vermilion Strength : 31200 Stamina : 41400 Resistance : 1000 Agility : 27960 Serizawa Nagi - Male - 17 years old He was a young man who was summoned to be a hero by Grandile Kingdom. Second-year of senior high school, and a refreshing-type of hottie. He had high stature and long limbs, he wore otherwolden garments yet still stylish. With strong sense of justice, he often helped people who were in trouble; without minding genders; in his former world. Perhaps it was thanks to that, he was quite adored by either male or female, and even as the summoned hero, he was also idolized by people in the castle. However, similarly like how he was in his former world, given his nature that tended to help anyone in need, there was also many fruitless effort. Because of that, he helped the slave who was also Kitsune's family, Lulu, whom he arbitrarily deemed as needing his help. He used his whole power to beat down Kitsune, and after this and that, he took Lulu along with him. However, because of that, he received trauma from Kitsune, and the feeling to not wanting to get entangled with him ever again was born. He once thought about just forgetting everything about it, but after receiving the advice from one of his comrade, Jik, he started to think about what he had done as well was what he was about to do. Gender : Male Lv. 60 Strength : 8740 Stamina : 9500 Resistance : 310:STOP! Agility : 6800 Magic Power : 2600 Cecil Dimietta - Female - 17 years old She was the miko of Grandile Kingdom. Devoting her mind and body to the hero was her duty, but since she herself did hold some good will toward Nagi, she didn't find that duty as something burdensome. She had received training to become a miko ever since she was still a kid, and after getting used to see not just country's darkside, evildoers, even slaves, she had got herself a kind of mind that won't waver even when she did some evil things. If it was for the sake of the hero, she might even kill someone. Moreover, she was excel at crafty scheming, she was someone who'd calculate the profit and loss befere acting. Because of that, to enhance the power of hero's party, she took advantage of the confusion to plunder Kitsune's mask. And then they got Finia thanks to that. In the end, similarly like the hero, she also received trauma from Kitsune. She thought that if possible, she didn't want to meet him ever again. However, she was still inexperienced in love and opposite sex, and her good will toward the hero was none other than her pure feeling. She did think coming to wash Nagi's back when he was taking a bath back then was quite a bold act, but as expected getting her naked body seen by him was very embarrassing, her face flushed bright red. And yet, she often wore some defenseless and light dress when she was together with Nagi in their bedroom. As expected, it appeared she was still inexperienced about love and opposite sex. Name : Cecil Dimietta Gender : Female Lv. 40 Strength : 3740 Stamina : 4500 Resistance : 120:STOP! Agility : 3500 Magic Power : 8900 Jik Garvard - Male - 28 yeard old The greatest swordman at Grandile Kingdom. He was once a mercenary who worked for money, but currenly he was working as a guard that served the country. His ability was recognized by everyone at the country. He had talked with the hero from time to time and quite on good terms with him, but he honestly thought that the hero was still too green. He regarded the miko as nothing but a sly and crafty schemer. He did think she was a wicked woman, but he still did recognize her ability. Silphy Zulidot - Female - 18 years old The greatest magician at the Grandile Kindom. She was talented either as researcher or as magician, she was refered as a genius magician in magic society. She acted together with the hero, but she actually wasn't particularly interested in subjugating the demon lord itself, she followed the hero simply because she was interested in magic research as well as the chance to explore another countries. However, if it came to Fairy, as far as she was concerned, she couldn't forgive what had been done by the miko, Cecil. Her evaluation about Cecil had dropped significantly. Stella She was a mysterious girl who possessed "Apostle" title. Having appeared at human's continent, there was a possibility that she came from another continent. She had white dress and white hair, with black frills here and there, it made her white dress, hair, and skin much more prominent. Her pupils were colored like Asiatic dayflower, to put it simply, they were dark blue. She said slaying god was her goal, and purifying any evil that were created by the god was also her duty. She used a pale lightning lance as her weapon, its power was tremendous, befitting its name as god slaying weapon, she also had hinted that there were still other people in her group, but destructive-power-wise, she boasted that she was the strongest amongst them. Name : Stella Strength : 28740 Stamina : 39500 Resistance : 200:STOP! Agility : 26800 Magic Power : 52600
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ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......ใฏใ......!ใ€ ๆ€ใ‚ใšใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใฆๆฅใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ่‰ฒใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใฆใฆใ€ๅฟƒใฎไธญใŒใใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใ ใ€‚่€ƒใˆใŒ็บใพใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใใฆใ€ใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’่บŠ่บ‡ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ‹ใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใŒใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€็งใฏ่ฝใก่พผใ‚€ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ€่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใชใใจใ—ใ‹ๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚ŠใซๆŒฏใ‚‹่ˆžใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใชใฎใซใ€ใกใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ€่ˆใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใŒใ—ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸ็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€ใ‚ใฎ็™ฝใ„ใฎใจๆˆฆใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰่บซไฝ“ใฎ่ชฟๅญใŒใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใคใญๅ›ใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่บŠ่บ‡ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ๆŠฑใใคใใชใ‚“ใฆไปŠใพใง็ฐกๅ˜ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใŸ็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€ไปŠใงใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใŸใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใคใญๅ›ใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่ƒธใŒใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคœใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฎใซใ€้ก”ใŒ็†ฑใใชใฃใฆใ€่ƒธใฎๅฅฅใŒใใ‚…ใ†ใฃใฆ็ท ใ‚ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ่‹›ใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ ใ•ใฃใใ ใฃใฆใ€ๆŠ˜่ง’ใใคใญๅ›ใŒ2ๅ›žใ‚‚ใกใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใซใ€็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใŸใใคใญๅ›ใฎ้ก”ใซ้ก”ใ‚’่ฟ‘ใฅใ‘ใŸใ‚‰้€”็ซฏใซใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใŒๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚้ก”ใŒ็†ฑใใชใฃใฆใ€ใกใ‚…ใƒผใชใ‚“ใฆใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ‚Šใใ†ใงใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใใฎๅ ดใซใ˜ใฃใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณ้€€ใ„ใฆใ€ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใใฎใพใพๅปŠไธ‹ใซ้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ…......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„......ใ€ ้ ญใฎไธญใŒใใคใญๅ›ใงใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใ€‚็งใฉใ†ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใช......? ็ตๅฑ€ใ€ใใฎๅคœ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎไบ‹ใงใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใซใชใฃใŸๆ€่€ƒใจใ€ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅˆ‡ใชใ„ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใใ‚Œใšใ€ไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญๅค–ใ‚’่ตฐใ‚Šๅ›žใฃใฆใฏ้ ญใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใฆ้Žใ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ“ใฎๆ—ฅใฏไปŠใพใง็”ŸใใฆใใŸไธญใงๅ”ฏไธ€ใ€1็ง’ใ ใฃใฆๆฌฒๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸๅพŒใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆ็œ ใ‚Šใซใคใใ€็ฟŒๆœใฎไปŠใ€็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—่บซไฝ“ใŒ้‡ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆธกใ™ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅงฟใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซใ‚‚็„กใใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅธฐใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๅฟœใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใ‚„่ท็‰ฉใฏ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ใŠ้ขจๅ‘‚ใจใ‹ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰้™ใ‚ŠใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใ‚“ใƒผ......! ใฃใฏใ......ใ•ใฆใ€ใจใ€ ไธ€ใคไผธใณใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ€่บซไฝ“ใฎ่ชฟๅญใ‚’็ขบใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚็–ฒๅŠดๆ„Ÿใฏๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใไผ‘ใ‚ใฐๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ่…•ใ‚‚่ถณใ‚‚ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅ‹•ใใ—ใ€ไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰“ๆ’ƒใงใ‹ใชใ‚Šใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸๅ†…่‡“ๅ™จๅฎ˜ใ‚‚ใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใงใชใ‚“ใ‚‰ๆ”ฏ้šœ็„กใๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ‡ๅ…จใ€ใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€้€šๅธธ้€šใ‚Šใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅŒๆง˜ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๅฝขๆˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใฟใฆใ‚‚ๅดฉใ‚Œใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œๅ‘ณใ‚‚ใใ“ใ‚‰ใฎๅˆ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚ˆใ‚Š่‰ฏใ•ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚‚ไฝœใฃใฆใฟใฆๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธ้€šใ‚Šใซๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ไธญใ€…ไฝฟใ„ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใŒ่‰ฏใ•ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๆฌกใซ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ‹กๆ•ฃใ•ใ›ใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ไธญใซ็ดฐใ‹ใๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใซไฝ•ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅคงไฝ“ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆค…ๅญใ‚„ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใ€็ช“้š›ใซ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸ่Šฑ็“ถใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†่‰ฒใงใ€ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใƒ‡ใ‚ถใ‚คใƒณใชใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝขใ ใ‘ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ็ดขๆ•ต่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฃใฆ่จณใ‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่žใ‘ใฐใ‚‚ใฃใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šไพฟๅˆฉใใ†ใ ใ€ ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆใ€ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใ—ใŸใ‚‰็™บๅ‹•ใ‚’่งฃ้™คใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ้กใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใŸใ‚‰็™บๅ‹•ๆ™‚ใฏ็ฟก็ฟ ่‰ฒใฎ่™นๅฝฉใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ™‚ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅŒใ˜ใง่ตคใ„่™นๅฝฉใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใฃใกใซใ—ใ‚ๅทฆ็œผใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸๅƒ•ใฏใ€็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ‚ˆใ†ใŒใ—ใฆใชใ‹ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ไธญไบŒ็—…ใจใ‹่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซใฏๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šไปฅๅค–ใซใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใ†ๅฅดใ„ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใถใฃใกใ‚ƒใ‘ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ„ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ๅƒ•ใ€‚ๅฏ†ใ‹ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ตคใ„็œผใจใ‹ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ„ใ„ใชใใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆๅƒ•ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใตใตใ€ใƒ“ใ‚ธใƒฅใ‚ขใƒซ็š„ใซๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆบ€่ถณๆฐ—ใซ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚......ใใคใญใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใ„ใฆ้ซชใ‚’ๆฟกใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็œผๅ…ƒใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ตคใใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅผทใๆ“ฆใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆณฃใ„ใฆใ„ใŸ......? ใ€Œ......ๅทฆ็œผใ€ๆฒปใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่‰ฒใ€…ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚......็งใŒๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซใ€ใชใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่‡ชๅ˜ฒๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ’ใซไฟฏใใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใชใ‚“ใ ? ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใชใ„ใชใใ€ๅฟƒ้…ใซใชใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใใใคใญใ€็งใฏไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใฎใŸใ‚ใซใŠๅ‰ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ€็งใฏไปฒ้–“ใฎ็‚บใซไฝ•ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸ......ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๅผทใ„ใฎใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹......ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใฟใ™ใฟใ™ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚Œใฆ......ใŠ้ขใ ใฃใฆๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ๅ‹•ใใ“ใจใ™ใ‚‰ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใฎใซใ€ใ„ใใชใ‚Šไฝ•่€…ใ‹ใซ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใ•ใ‚Œใฆๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใฆ......ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใใคใญใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ............็งใฏ็งใŒๆƒ…ใ‘ใชใ„!ใ€ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใใ†ใ„ใ†ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ“ใฎๅญๅฏพใ—ใฆๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใชใ„ใญใ€‚ใพใใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏๆˆฆ้—˜ใซๅ‚ๅŠ ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒ่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผไธญๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฟ…่ฆๆ€งใซ่ฟทใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๆ•ตใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ€ไปฒ้–“ใจๆˆฆใˆใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใ•ใžๆ‚”ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ 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ใ€Œๅ›ใŒไปฒ้–“ใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใƒขใƒŽใ ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹็ŸฅใฃใŸใ“ใฃใกใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้ ผใ‚Šใซใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ้ง„็›ฎใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไปฒ้–“ใฏๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ‹ๅฟ…่ฆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹้–ขไฟ‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅผทใ„ๅผฑใ„ใงไปฒ้–“ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆจใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅผฑใ„ๅฅดใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใซใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ—ใญใ€‚ ๅ‘ฝใ‚’้ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใซ่ถณใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใจไฟก้ ผใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไปฒ้–“ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚ŠไธฆใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใคใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ1้€ฑ้–“ไธ€็ท’ใซไป•ไบ‹ใ—ใŸใใ‚Œใปใฉๅผทใใชใ„ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใฉใฃใกใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ‹ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅพŒ่€…ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅผทใ„ใ ใ‘ใฎๅฅดใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใ€Œใพใ ไปฒ้–“ใซใชใฃใฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ‚‚็ตŒใฃใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ›ใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใช......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใซๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๅŠฑใพใ—ใซใชใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใพใใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆฌก็ฌฌใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใใ‚ใใ‚ๅ‹•ใใพใ™ใ‹ใ€‚ใพใšใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใใคใญใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็งใ‚‚ๆญฆๅ™จใจ่ท็‰ฉใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฎๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ๆญฉใ็งใฏใ€ๅ†…ๅฟƒใงๅฝผใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๅฐŠๆ•ฌใจๆ„Ÿๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็งใฏๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€้จŽๅฃซใจใ—ใฆใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ›ใšใซใ„ใฆใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใซใ‚‚้จŽๅฃซใฎ็š†ใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŒใกใช็Šถๆณใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‚’ใใคใญใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใพใๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ๅˆฅใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ„ใฃใŸๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚็งใฏๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ 2ๅนด้–“ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€็งใŒๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใชใ„็†็”ฑใ‚’ใŸใฃใŸ2ๆ™‚้–“็จ‹ใง่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใใฎ่ฆณๅฏŸ็œผใ‚„ใ€ใพใŸๆ ผไธŠใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—้€šใ™่ƒ†ๅŠ›ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ„ใ†ๆจฉๅŠ›็š„ใซใ‚‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›็š„ใซใ‚‚ๆ ผไธŠใงใ‚ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใซๅฏพใ—ใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใฏใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซใฏๆŠผใ—ๅ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผใฎๅผทใ•ใฏใใฎ้กžใ„็จ€ใช็ฒพ็ฅžๅŠ›ใจใ€ๅผทๆ•ตใซ่‡†ใ•ใชใ„่ƒ†ๅŠ›ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ไปŠใงใ“ใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™็‚บใซๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซ่ฒชๆฌฒใ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ใพใงใฏๅผทใใชใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๆ€ใฏๅ…จใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ้€ƒใ’ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซๅฝผใฏใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šๆˆฆใ†่ก“ใจใฏๅˆฅใฎใ€ไฝ•ใ‹้•ใ†ๅผทใ•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใ‚“ใตใ‚“ใตใƒผใ‚“......โ™ชใ€ ้ผปๆญŒใ‚’ๆญŒใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ‰ใ‚’ๆญฉใใใคใญใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆฉŸๅซŒใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅฝผใจไปฒ้–“ใซใชใฃใฆ็Ÿญใใ‚‚ๆ™‚้–“ใŒ็ตŒใฃใŸใŒใ€ใใฎ็Ÿญใ„ๆ™‚้–“ใฎไธญใงใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆฟƒใ„ๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใŒๅคšใใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใฎ้‚‚้€…ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใ€ใใ—ใฆ่ฌŽใฎ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฎๅ…จใฆใงใ€็งใฏไฝ•ใฎๅฝนใซใ‚‚็ซ‹ใฆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใฏไฝ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€็ง่‡ช่บซไฝ•ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๆ™‚ใ‚„่ฌŽใฎ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใฎใจใใฏใ€็ตๆžœ็š„ใซใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใใคใญใŒไธ€็•ชๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใฆ้‡ๅ‚ทใ‚’่ฒ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปฒ้–“ใชใฎใซใ€็งใฏๅผท่€…ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ—ใฆ่‡†ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ ใฃใฆใ€็งใฎๆ–นใŒใใคใญใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใ„็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใใใคใญใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใซใดใฃใŸใ‚Šใชๅ›ฝใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ‹......ใ€ ๅปŠไธ‹ใ‚’ๆญฉใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚“ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™ใ€‚ไผš่ฉฑใฏ็ถšใ‹ใšใ€็ตๅฑ€ใพใŸๆฒˆ้ป™ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใคใญใฏ็งใซใ€ๅฟ…่ฆไธๅฟ…่ฆใงไปฒ้–“ใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใงใ„ใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใซใจใฃใฆใฏใ€ๅผทใ„ไปฒ้–“ใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉๅฟ…่ฆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚่ƒŒไธญใ‚’้ ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ไฟก้ ผๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹่€…ใŒไปฒ้–“ใชใ‚“ใ ใจใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ•ใฎๅฝนใซใ‚‚็ซ‹ใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸ็งใ‚’ใ€้ ผใ‚Šใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ้ง„็›ฎใชใฎใ‹ใจใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€็งใฎๅฟƒใซๆŸ“ใฟๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใคใญใŒ็งใ‚’้ ผใ‚Šใซใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๅผทใใชใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใ‚‚็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใใชใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฏๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€็ด„ๆŸใ ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใคใญใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ€‚็งใฏใใฃใจใŠๅ‰ใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใซๅฟœใˆใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚้จŽๅฃซใงใฏ็„กใใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็งใฏ็งใฎๅ‰ฃใซ่ช“ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใใฃใจใ€ๅผทใใชใฃใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใ„ใใชใ‚Šไฝ•? ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๅฐ็„กใ—ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚็ท ใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใ......ๅ…จใใ€‚
"Haa... haa... haa...." Spontaneously, I left the room. Many things happened today and my heart was in a mess. My mind was in disorder, my body wouldn't move as I wanted it to, and I ended up hesitant to do what I wanted to. When I saw Kitsune-kun depressed because Finia and Lulu were taken away by that so called hero or something, I didn't feel anything at all. Ah, he's depressed, that was all I thought. That was why I didn't say anything and behaved as I used to be. And yet, even though I wanted to kiss and taste Kitsune-kun, ever since the battle with that white person, my body had been acting strange. When I was about to touch Kitsune-kun, somehow I ended up hesitating. Even though I'd been able to hug him very easily up until now, this time I couldn't even think up a way to do it. When I talked with Kitsune-kun, my heart would beat faster and faster. Even though the night hadn't come yet, my face was burning, and I felt as if my heart was being tormented as if being pressed by something. My body, just what happened to it? I was a bit scared. Even before, even though Kitsune-kun had especially said that I could kiss him twice, when I closed up my face to his, my heart suddenly beat unbearably fast. My face turned hot, I felt I'd go crazy if I kiss him there, and somehow I couldn't bear to stay beside him any longer. That was why I ran away. Jumping out of the bed, I opened the door and immediately rushed out to the hallway. "Uu... I don't get it...." My mind was filled by Kitsune-kun. What's happening to me, I wonder? In the end, I passed the night by running around at my wits' end because of the thought of Kitsune and the unbearable murky and painful feeling I felt. And then that day, I couldn't feel an ounce of desire that have been accompanying me ever since I was born. When Leila-chan left, I fell asleep once again, and now, the next morning, I wake up. My body is a bit heavy, but this time I can move and straighten my body up, and when I turn around, I can see neither Rishe-chan nor Leila-chan in the room. Well, Rishe-chan's sword and luggages are still there, so perhaps she's taking a bath or something, but I just don't know where Leila-chan is. For now, I get off the bed while thinking so. "Mm, mm~...! Haa... well then...." After stretching my body, I check my current condition. The remaining fatigue, it should all dissappear if I rest for a bit more. My limbs are all movable, even my internals that received quite an injury from Apostle-chan's attack, thanks to "Near-death experience" I can somewhat move easily without it hindering me. I haven't perfectly healed yet but it should be enough to go through the usual daily activity. The real check is starting from here. Producing miasma with "Miasma manipulation" like Leila-chan usualy does, I mold it into a knife. It doesn't break when I try swinging it, and it looks sharper than the normal sword around. I realized it when I tried creating a knife yesterday. Since the miasma moves as I imagine it to, it's pretty easy to control. Next, I try to scatter the miasma around the room. Then, even when I close my eyes, I can somewhat understand what's there inside the room. Chair, bed, Rishe-chan's sword, as well as the vase beside the window. I don't know the color or the pattern on it, but I can understand its form. "Umm... if I ask Leila-chan I think I'll be able to understand it more, but this ability sure is convenint." Extinguishing the miasma, I mutter so. This time, I try to activate "Demon-eye of foresight". It seems like this ability arbitrarily activated yesterday, but when I'm conscious, it's possible for me to activate as well as deactivate it. Upon looking at the mirror, I can see that the iris will turn into jade green when the skill is activated, but when the skill isn't activated, the iris will be red similarly like Leila-chan's. Either way, after regaining my left eye, either it when I activate the demon eye or not, seems like it's already decided that I'd have odd eyes (heterochromia). Yup, don't I look a bit cool like this? I might be called as a chuunibyo or the like, but in this world there's no one who knows that term aside from the fake hero after all, so honestly speaking, I do think I look cool this way. I even secretly thought that Leila-chan's red eyes were cool. "Fufufu, that means even appearance-wise I've grown, huh." Saying so, I float a satisfied smile. "Ah... Kitsune, morning." "Hmm? Rishe-chan, morning!" Then, opening the door, Rishe-chan returns with her hair wet. However, her eyes are somewhat red. Did she rub it too strong? Or perhaps, did she cry? "...your left eye, looks like it's been healed." "Yeah, this and that happened when you were fainted, you see." "I see... when I was fainted, huh." When I say so, it feels as if Rishe-chan somewhat self-deprecates herself. I incline my head in wonder what happens to her, but Rishe-chan only sad-lookingly hang her head. What happens? She doesn't look well, doesn't it make me kinda worried. "...say, Kitsune, why did you take me along with you?" "Eh?" "Ever since you took me along, what have I done for our comrades? ... Weren't I unable to do anything at all? I fully understand that Finia and Leila are strong... but, Finia and Lulu were taken away before my own eyes, even the mask, not to mention taking it back, I couldn't even move at all. And yet, I was immediately fainted by that surprise attack... and when I woke up, you and Leila had somehow dealt with it... I sure am pathetic!" Come to think of it, she surely wasn't very helpful at all, huh. Well, if we go that way then since I never participated in any battle then, I think Rishe-chan was say more helpful in the previous guard request, though. And yet here it appears that she's doubting whether she's necessary for us or not. To be unable to fight the enemies before her for her comrades, perhaps that was very mortifying for her. Well, not that I care though. "Well, surely you weren't very helpful, even power-wise, yours is quite inferior than Finia-chan's and Leila-chan's, and unlike Lulu-chan, you aren't my family or anything. So honestly speaking, it doesn't look like there's any necessity for you to be with us." "Ugh... I've understood it but listening to you saying it so bluntly is still a bit...." "But you see, Rishe-chan, I'm not choosing my comrades based on necessity." Honestly speaking, the thought about worrying simply because you're weak, like how Rishe-chan does, has never crossed my mind. It's okay to be weak, however you ought to keep on struggling to stay alive. For that sake I'd even go up againtst the fake here, I'd even go subjugate the demon lord if I need to. I won't even hesitate to take care of Leila-chan, even fighting against that apostle-chan isn't something I'm afraid of. "I don't know your idea regarding comradery, but as far as I'm concerned, I want to rely on you. Is that not good enough?" That's why, I won't discard her simply because she's weak, comrade isn't about whether they're necessary or not, after all. In this party, there's no one who's weaker than me, after all. Comrade is someone you could entrust your life to. If I must choose between the Rishe-chan who possess prowess equaling that of the fake hero, or the Rishe-chan who isn't that strong but has spent a week working together with us, I'd choose the later. I don't need someone who posses only power. "...umm, got it." "It hasn't even been a week ever since we became comades. Let's do our best from now on." "You're right... yeah, let's do our best." Rishe-chan shows a somewhat strained smile. I hope that could encourage her, but well, it's all depending on Rishe-chan herself, though. Well then, it's about the time for us to move. Well, I think we need to search Leila-chan first, though. Looking at Kitsune's back that was leaving the room, I took my sword and my luggage and then left the room as well. Walking behind him, I held a strong respect and admiration toward him. Initially, I was in a dire situation where I couldn't see any possibility to be able to become a knight and was abandoned by my own father and everyone else, and at that time Kitsune saved me. Well, rather than saving me, it was more like he showed me another possibility, nonetheless I was grateful to him. The observation ability that could perceive the reason why I couldn't swing my sword in only two hours, something that I'd never realized in those two years of time, also the courage to stand against someone who's way stronger than him. He even could put mental pressure on the hero who was clreay way stronger than him. Those strength were originated from his exceptional emotional strength as well as the courage that won't falter even before an overwhelming enemy. Right now he was avaricely seeking any means possible to get stronger so that he could take Finia and Lulu back, but just a moment before, he didn't have any such a thought at all. He was exactly like what my father said, not fighting power, he possessed a different kind of power. "Hmmhmmhmm~...." Kitsune walked while humming. Seems like he was quite in a good mood. It hadn't been that long ever since I became his comrade, but in that short amount of time, quite a number of great affairs had happened. The encounter with Leila, the fight with the hero, and then that mysterious attack. --in all of it, I didn't do anything useful at all. I personally didn't know what happened in the case with Leila, but in the case with the hero and that mysterious attack, Kitsune was always the one who stood at the most front and received serious injuries in result. Even though we were comrades, I ended up hesitant when I stood up before the strong. Even though prowess-wise, I was supposed to be stronger than him. "Say Kitsune, what are we going to do from now on?" "Hmm? Ah, umm, well, for the time being, let's leave this country first. Seems like there's a country that's perfect for me." "I see...." While walking through the hallway, we exchange such conversation. Unable to continue the conversation, in the end we were being silent again. Kitsune said that he didn't choose comrade based on necessity. For him, it seems like he didn't particularly neeed some powerful comrades. He said that comrade was someone he could entrus his back to. Thus, even someone who couldn't fight like me, he said that he wanted to rely on me, and asked if that wasn't a good enough reason to be a comrade. "...Kitsune." "Hmm? What's up, Rishe-chan?" Those words, permeated my heart. If that's the case, if he said that he wanted to rely on me, then I had to be stronger. In order to face against the hero, I'd to be stronger than anyone. "I'll definitely become stronger, I promise you." Therefore, just watch me, Kitsune. I'd definitely live up to your expectation. I failed to be a knight, but I promised you in the name of my sword. Definitely, I'd be stronger. "Eh, what's into you so suddenly? It's kinda scary, though." Please don't spoil the mood like that. Why must you always did that... good grief.
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ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ้‹ใณ่พผใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใฎๅŠนๆžœ็ฏ„ๅ›ฒๅค–ใธใจๅ‡บใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใฏใŸใพใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใ‚’่งฃ้™คใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆญปใชใ›ใพใ„ใจ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆญปใฎๅฏธๅ‰ใพใง่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎๅ€ใฎ่€ๆ€งใ‚’ไผšๅพ—ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅ‹‡่€…ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏ็ทใ˜ใฆAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็›ธๅฝ“ใ€ใใฎๅ€ใจใ‚‚ใชใ‚Œใฐใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆ™‚ใจๅŒๆง˜ใซSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ่‡ชๅทฑๅ›žๅพฉ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆ™‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้…ทใ„้‡ๅ‚ทใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๆ•ฐๅˆ†ใงๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‚ทใฏๅ…จใฆๅฎŒๆฒปใ—ใŸใ€‚่‚ฉใฎ้ขจ็ฉดใฏๅกžใŒใ‚Šใ€่…นใ‚’่ฒซ้€šใ—ใŸๅ‚ทใ‚‚ๅกžใŒใ‚Šใ€ใใ—ใฆไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใใ—ใ‚ƒใใ—ใ‚ƒใซใชใฃใŸ้ก”ใ‚„่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚ๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผๆญปใฌใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใ€ๅ…จๅ›žๅพฉใ—ใŸ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸๅพŒใฏๅฑ้™บใŒๅŽปใ‚‹ใพใงใใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’ๆŒ็ถšใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใ€ไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใซๆก”้Ÿณๆœฌๆฅใฎใ‚‚ใฎใจใชใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅŠนๆžœใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ‚ใจใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใฏไธ€ๅบฆใชใ‚Šใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ€ๅฑๆฉŸใŒๅŽปใฃใŸๅพŒๅ†ๅบฆใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๆˆปใ™็‚บใซ็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Š็™บๅ‹•ใจๅœๆญขใฎ้–“ใ‚‚ใšใฃใจ็™บๅ‹•ใ—็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ้–“ใฏๆฉŸ่ƒฝใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒๆ„ๅ‘ณใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใฏ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐๆˆฆ้—˜ใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใงโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใฎๅŠนๆžœใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใ€Œใชใซใ‹ใชใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…ฅๅฃใธใจๆญฉใๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚‚ใใฎๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’่ฟฝใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅฐ่ตฐใ‚Šใงไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎๅทซๅฅณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฏใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฅชใ†ใ“ใจใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅญใฎ็œผใฏใšใฃใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใฉใ†ไปฒ้–“ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚’็”ป็ญ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใŸใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซๅฑ…ใŸใชใ‚‰็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎ? ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅ‹่ฒ ใŒ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใธใจๅ‡บใฆใ€ใƒซใƒซใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๅŽปใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใจ ใ€Œใ†ใ†ใ‚“ใ€่žใ„ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‚ใ†ใญ......ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅ‹่ฒ ใŒ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฏๆˆฆไบ‰ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ๅ†…ไนฑใงๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ็ญ”ใˆใซใ€ๆ›ดใซๆญฉใใ ใ—ใ€ๅ˜ฒ็ฌ‘ใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ†ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏๆฑบ้—˜ใชใ‚“ใฆๅˆถๅบฆใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žใชใ„ใ€ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅผทใ„็‰ฉใŒๅ…จใฆใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ่‚ฏๅฎšใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใใ‚Œใฏๅผท่€…ใŒใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๅฅชใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใจใ„ใ†่ฉฑใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅผท่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงๅคšๅฐ‘ๅพ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅคšใใฎๅๅฃฐใ‚’ๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ ใ‘ใฎ่ฉฑใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠๅ›žใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใฏใ‚ใฎๅทซๅฅณใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆฑบ้—˜ใจใ„ใ†ๅใฎใ€ๅผทๅฅชใฎๅ ดใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆญฃ็ขบใซใฏ้€”ไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใฏ้€ƒใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸ่จณใ ใŒใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ๅ ดใ‚’ๅฐใ˜ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒใ‚ใฎๅ…‰ใฎ่ผชใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ไบˆๆƒณๅค–ใ ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใ ใ€‚ๆ™‚้–“็จผใŽใ‚’ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใšใ‚Œๅ…‰ใฎ่ผชใŒ่งฃใ‘ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎใ›ใ„ใงๆ™‚้–“็จผใŽใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใŒๅ…จใฆๅฐใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ…จใฆใฏใ‚ใฎๅทซๅฅณใฎๆŽŒใฎไธŠใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใใ€ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฃใฑใชใ—ใฏ่ถฃๅ‘ณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกใ™ใใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ้šฃใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€‚ๅŒๆ™‚ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅๅฟœใ—ใฆใ€ๅŽปใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใจๅทซๅฅณใŒ้ฉšๆ„•ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใงๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ€‚้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‹ใ‚Œใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใƒซใƒซใ‚„ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใซ้ฉšใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใช......ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ๅ›ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใฏใฃใใ‚Š่จ€ใฃใฆๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ•ตใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......ใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ไธ€่นดใ—ใฆใถใฃใŸๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ—ขใซๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆๅฝผใฏ็œผไธญใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ๆ„่ญ˜ใฎไธญใซใ™ใ‚‰ๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ•ตใซใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏ่€ƒใˆใ‚‚่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚‚ๆ„ๆ€ใ‚‚่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ‚‚่ถณใ‚Šใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใฎ่™ซใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ๆš‡ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€่‰ฏใใ‚„ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใญ......ๅพ“่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉๅ–ใ‚Šๆถˆใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใ€็ตๆง‹ๅผทใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ•ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅพ“่€…ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰......ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅพ“่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ใญใ€‚ใพใใใ“ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฎๅพ“่€…ใชใ‚‰ใŠไผผๅˆใ„ใ‹ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅทซๅฅณใฎ็œ‰ใŒใดใใ‚Šใจๅ‹•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ใพใ‚“ใพใจๅ›ใฎๆŽŒใฎไธŠใง่ปขใŒใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใ ......ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ๅฅชใฃใฆ่กŒใใชใ‚‰ๅฅชใˆใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ใใ—ใฆ็ถšใ‘ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใŒไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใŒ่ชฐใ‚’ๆ•ตใซๅ›žใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ€ใ„็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใฆๅทซๅฅณใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆญฉใๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใฏ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใใฎๅฏพ่ฑกใฎใฟใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏใใ‚Œใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ŽๅธŒๆœ›ใฎๅ…‰ใ€ใง้˜ปๅฎณใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ›ใ‚’่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......!?ใ€ ้ผปใจ้ผปใŒ่งฆใ‚Œๅˆใ†็จ‹ใซ้ก”ใ‚’่ฟ‘ใฅใ‘ใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใพใพใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใซ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ้€ƒใ’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ„ใปใฉใฎๆๆ€–ใซๅ›šใ‚ใ‚Œใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒใ™ใใ‚“ใงๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ…จๅŠ›ใง้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใŠๅ‰ใ‚’่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฏๅƒ•ใซใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅพŒๆ‚”ใ™ใ‚‹ไฝใซๅฉใใฎใ‚ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็ถบ้บ—ใชใŠ้ก”ใ‚’ๆถ™ใจ้ผปๆฐดใงๆญชใพใ›ใฆใ€่ถณ่…ฐ็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„ไฝใฎๆๆ€–ใ‚’ไธŽใˆใฆใ€ๅญไพ›ใฟใŸใ„ใซๅคฑ็ฆใ•ใ›ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฏๅœฐ้ขใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆ“ฆใ‚Šใคใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฟ…ๆญปใซๅƒ•ใซ่จฑใ—ใ‚’่ซ‹ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใช......ใ‚......ใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ„ใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸ!ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ใชๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ›?ใ€ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใฏๅ„ชๅ‹ขใ ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒไบŒไบบใ‚’่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฏใใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใซๅˆ‡ใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใ‚’่ฟฝใˆใšใ€ๅˆ€่บซใชใ‚“ใฆๅ…จใ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•!?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ€ๅŠนใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚่จ€ใฃใŸใ ใ‚ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅƒ•ใฎๆ•ตใงใ™ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ ๅˆƒใฏ้ˆใ„้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ฆ–ใซๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใ€่‚‰ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹็šฎ่†šใ™ใ‚‰ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ‘ใšๆญขใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใงๅ‘ไธŠใ—ใŸ่€ๆ€ง่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใฏใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅŠ›ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๅฏ„ใ›ไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ€ใ“ใ‚Œไฝใซใ—ใฆใŠใใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใ‚„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ›้”ๆณฃใ„ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒ......!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ˜ฒ็ฌ‘ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๆŒ‘็™บใ—ใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‹ใ‚‰ไบŒๆญฉไธ‰ๆญฉใจ้›ขใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฃใฑใชใ—ใฎไบŒไบบใฏ่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใซๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ‚‚ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฏไบŒไบบใซๅ‘ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜......ใ€ ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘่จ€ใŠใ†ใŒใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅ‘ๆ€ฏใ ใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ—ใŸไปฅไธŠใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใ“ใง็„กๆง˜ใซ่ถณๆŽปใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‘ๆ€ฏๅ‘ๅŠฃใซใฏๅ…จๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ—ใฆๅฉใไผใ›ใ€ๅฑˆ่พฑใ‚’ๅ‘ณใ‚ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏใ•ใฃใใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸใญใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ€ใƒซใƒซใซใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆใ€ใฏใฃใใ‚Šใจ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ–ใ‚Š่ฟ”ใใ†ใจๆ€ใˆใฐใ€ไปŠใซใงใ‚‚ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฏใใ†ใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏๆ‚ช่ถณๆŽปใใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ‘ๆ€ฏใชๅ‹‡่€…้”ใจๅŒใ˜ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†ใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚ใใพใงๆญฃใ€…ๅ ‚ใ€…ใจใ€็œŸๆญฃ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŒ‘ใ‚“ใงใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅพ…ใฃใฆใฆ......็ตถๅฏพใซๅ–ใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ€ๅพ…ใฃใฆใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ€ใ„ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจใƒซใƒซใฏใ€ใใฎๆ€ใ„ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐๅฟ…ใšๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ†็ด„ๆŸใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไฟกใ˜ใฆๅพ…ใคใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒซใƒซใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ‚ˆใ›ใฆใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใพใŸไธ€ใคใ€ๅฎˆใ‚‰ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„็ด„ๆŸใŒๅข—ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใƒผ? ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใŒ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใ‚’่กŒใ‹ใ›ใฆใ€ใพใ็งใฏๅˆฅใซใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ†่žใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ใพใใ€่‰ฏใใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚็ด„ๆŸใฏๅฎˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎไบŒไบบใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่…น็ซ‹ใŸใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฐใฃใ‹ใ—ใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็ตถๅฏพใ„ใคใ‹ๅพฉ่ฎใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆณฃใใชใŒใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใซ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ•ใ›ใฆใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใฎ็‚บใซใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใฃๅ–ใ‚Šๆ—ฉใๅผทใใชใ‚‹็‚บใซใฏใ€ๅผทใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใจๆˆฆใˆใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆฎบใ—ๅˆใ„ใงใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ช ใใฃใ‹ใ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚‰ใ—ใใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ? ๅทซๅฅณใฏใจใ‚‚ใ‹ใใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๆ–นใฏใจใฆใคใ‚‚ใชใๅผทใ„ใž?ใ€ ็ขบใ‹ใซใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ‡ใ€‚่€ๆ€งใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ใ„ใใ‚‰ไธŠใ’ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ„ใ ใ‘ใงๅ‹ใคไบ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ใพใใ‚ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใƒกใƒณใ‚ฟใƒซใŒๅผฑใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰่จ€่‘‰ใงๆป…ๅคšๆ‰“ใกใซใ—ใฆๅฟƒใ‚’ๅœงใ—ๆŠ˜ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ไธ€ใคใฎๆ‰‹ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ›ใชใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅˆ†ใ‚„ใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใ€็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใจใ‹ใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅŠน็Ž‡ใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ๅƒ•ใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ๅ€คใฏ้™็•Œๅ€คใซ้”ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใŸใ ใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจ้ƒฝๅˆใฎใ„ใ„ๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚นใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒซใ‚’่บซใซไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆ......ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใพใใใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใชใ„ใ‚ใ‘ใ ......ใจใฃใจใจใ“ใ‚“ใชๅ›ฝๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๅˆฅใฎๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซๅธฐใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€ไป–ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใใฎใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ—......ใ€ ใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฏๆญฃ็›ดใ‚‚ใ†ๅฑ…ใŸใใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ๅฌๅ–šใ—ใŸๅ›ฝใ ใ—ใ€ๅฅด้šทใซใ‚ทใƒ“ใ‚ขใชๅ›ฝใ ใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใซๅŸŽใซไพตๅ…ฅใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅฅฝใพใ—ใใชใ„ใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆŠ•็„ใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚่กŒๅ‹•ใŒๅˆถ้™ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงไฝ•ใ‹่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใฎใฏไธๅ‘ณใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅƒ•ใฎใ€Ž็›ดๆ„Ÿใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซ็•™ใพใ‚‹ในใใงใฏใชใ„ใจๅ‘Šใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ไปฅไธŠใฎใƒคใƒใ„ๅฅดใŒๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ—......ใญใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎใใฎๅ‘Ÿใใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ้ ƒๅ‹‡่€…้”ใฏใจใ„ใ†ใจใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใƒซใƒซใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใฎๅ ดใ‚’ๅŽปใฃใŸไบŒไบบใ ใŒใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงไธ€็ท’ใซๆ—…ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ไปฒ้–“ใ‚’ๅพ…ใคไบˆๅฎšใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใงๅพ…ใคใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎใ‚ทใƒซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใจๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใ€ๆ—…ใ™ใ‚‹ไธŠใงๅฟ…ใšๅŠ›ใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบŒไบบใ ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใ‚ใ‚“ใช้จ’ใŽใŒใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒๆ•…ใซใ€ๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸไบŒไบบใชใ‚‰่ชฐใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใใฃใจๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใใ†่€ƒใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆ็พๅœจใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจๅ‹‡่€…ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใฎไบ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆฑบ้—˜ใฎ็ตๆžœๅ‹ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€ๅ…จใๅฌ‰ใ—ใใชใ„ๅฟƒๅขƒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’ๆ•ตใซๅ›žใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ“ใจใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ‚”ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็„ก่ซ–ใƒซใƒซใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๆฅใŸไบ‹ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ€–ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใๆ‚”ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ‚‚ใ†ไบŒๅบฆใจ้–ขใ‚ใ‚ŠใŸใใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒใ€ๅœฐใฎๆžœใฆใพใง่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใง้ก”ใŒ้’่คชใ‚ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซใ€ไบŒไบบใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆคใˆไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆฐ—ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไปŠใ™ใ่ฟฝใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ ใ‚? ไฟบ้”ใฎๅฝน็›ฎใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎ่จŽไผใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใง่บ“ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ€ใงใ™ใญ......ใ€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ๅ‡ชใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ่จ€ใ„่žใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€็„ก็†็Ÿข็†ไฝœใฃใŸๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‚‚ใ€ๅŠฑใพใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š็›ดใ™ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒใชใ‚“ใจใ‹็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ‡ชใ‚‚้‡ใใชใฃใŸ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฃฐใ‚’ๅผตใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใƒผใ—! ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใ€ๆŠ˜่ง’ใฎๆ—…ใชใ‚“ใ ๆฅฝใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ“ใ†ใœ!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ......ใจ......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€ใ ใฃใŸใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฐ—ๆ˜“ใๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใฐใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงใ•ใ€ไปฒ่‰ฏใใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใœ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๅ…จใๅฟƒใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ๆ…‹ๅบฆใซใ€ๅ‡ชใฏๅผ•ใๆ”ฃใฃใŸ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใพใงใใฎๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใฎๅผทใ•ใจๅ„ชใ—ใ•ใ€ใใ—ใฆใƒซใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚นใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚ใพใ‚Šไบบใ‹ใ‚‰ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ตŒ้จ“ใฎๅฐ‘ใชใ„ๅ‡ชใฏใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใพใชๅซŒๆ‚ชใซ่‹ฅๅนฒใ‚ทใƒงใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹่ธใฟใจใฉใพใฃใฆไปŠๅบฆใฏใƒซใƒซใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆก”้Ÿณใจใฎๅฎถๆ—ใฎ็ต†ใงใ‚ใ‚‹้ฆ–่ผชใซ่งฆใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไผš่ฉฑใซใฏๅ…จใๅ‚ๅŠ ใ™ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่กจๆƒ…ใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆตฎใ‹ใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ ใฃใŸใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใจใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅคงไธˆๅคซใงใ™ใ€ ไผš่ฉฑใฎใ‚ญใƒฃใƒƒใƒใƒœใƒผใƒซใŒๆˆใ‚Š็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„ใจใฏใ“ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ๅนพใ‚‰่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใฏๅ…จใฆๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใ‘ใ—ใฆๆŠ•ใ’่ฟ”ใ—ใฆๆฅใชใ„ใฎใŒใใฎ่จผๆ‹ ใ ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ‡ชใฏใƒซใƒซใŒ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๅผ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ€็ชฎๅฑˆใ ใ‚? ๅ–ใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ‡ชใฏใ“ใ“ใžใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใฆใ€ใใฎ้›ใˆไธŠใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅคชๅˆ€็ญ‹ใ‚’ๆƒœใ—ใ’ใชใๆŠซ้œฒใ—โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใ‚......ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚......!ใ€ ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŒใŸ้ฆ–่ผชใฏใƒซใƒซใฎ้ฆ–ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใ‚Œใ€ๅœฐ้ขใธใจ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆ่ฝใกใŸใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใจๆก”้ŸณใŒใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใซใชใ‚‹็‚บใซไบŒไบบใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใ ้ฆ–่ผชใ€‚ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใใ‚“ใช็‰ฉใŒใชใใจใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใจๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฟƒใง็น‹ใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€้ฆ–่ผชใŒ็„กใใชใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงๅฎถๆ—ใงใชใใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใซใจใฃใฆใฏใ“ใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใŒๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅฎ็‰ฉใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒไปŠใ€้žๆƒ…ใชๅˆƒใงๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใกใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“!ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใฏๅœฐ้ขใซใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใฟ่พผใฟใ€ใƒใƒฉใƒใƒฉใซใชใฃใŸ้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ๅฟ…ๆญปใซๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใใ†ใจๆŽปใ้›†ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ„ใคใ—ใ‹ใฝใ‚ใฝใ‚ใจๆถ™ใŒๆบขใ‚Œใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฃใฆใใฃใคใ‹ใชใ„้ฆ–่ผชใ‚’ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใใฃใคใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸๆ‰€ใง้ฆ–่ผชใฏๅ…ƒใซใฏๆˆปใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใฏๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ™ใ€‚้ฆ–่ผชใŒๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‚ฒใ—ใฟใซใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใธใฎ็ฝชใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใซๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ™ใ€‚ๅฝผใจ็ตใ‚“ใ ็ต†ใฎ่จผใŒๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€็”ณใ—่จณใชใใฆ็”ณใ—่จณใชใใฆใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใˆใฃใจ......ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€้ฆ–่ผชใŒๅฅฝใใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹? ใ‚ใ€ๆ‚ชใ„! ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ใฎใ‚’โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใ„ใ€ ่ฆ‹ๅฝ“้•ใ„ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ†ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใ€ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ™ใƒซใƒซใฎๅ‰ใซๆตฎ้Šใ™ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๆ€’ใ‚Šใฎๅฝข็›ธใง่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’้ฎใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใใชใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใƒซใƒซใฎ้–“ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆ็จใฟใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใฏใ‚‚ใ†็ง้”ใซๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใง......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€็ท’ใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ใงใ‚‚่ฒดๆ–นใฏ็ง้”ใซไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใงใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......ใฏใ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ไปŠใฏใ‚‚ใ†ไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚่ฃ็›ฎใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใ€็ด ็›ดใซ่บซใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใธใฎๅฅฝๆ„Ÿๅบฆใฏใƒžใ‚คใƒŠใ‚นใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€ใจ่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่‚ฉใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใŸใ€‚
When Kitsune was brought into the guild, as if he was outside the area of effect of hero's "Ray of Hope", "Near-death experience" immediately activated. Then moment it was activated, to not let Kitsune died, he gained resistance stats equal to double of hero's -who cornered him to the brink of death- strength stats. And then, since hero's prowess was equal to that of an A rank adventurer, Kitsune received S rank self-recovery ability equaling to the time when he was attacked by Leila. He was at a state which was worse than the time with Leila, but just in several seconds, all of his unjuries were rocevered. The hole at his shoulder was closed, the pierced wound at his abdomen was closed, and then his whole body -that was attacked numerous time and ragged- was recovered. "Ah, I thought I were going to die." Saying so, Kitsune raised his body up, and moved his just recovered body. Once "Near-death experience" activated, this skill's effect would last till there was no danger to its wielder. The increased stats was temporarily turned into his true stats. After it activated its effect, it would soon deactivate itself, and the moment there was no danger to its wielder, it would activate itself again to return the stats to its original value. That meant, from the moment its effect surfaced till it disappeard, this skill didn't always activate, and would deactivate itself in between. That meant, till the end of this battle, its effect... wouldn't be nullified by "Ray of Hope". "Kitsune-kun, Kitsune-kun." "What's up, Leila-chan?" "What are going to do?" Floating his usual faint smile, Kitsune walked toward guild's entrance. Leila trotted behind him as if to chase after him. "That miko's intention was to, snatch Finia-chan away. Ever since the moment she saw Finia-chan, her eyes said that she was always thinking about how to take Finia-chan to their party, after all. That was why she utilized it, I'm sure she realized this chance the moment the hero told his intention to save Lulu-chan." "Is that so?" "Say, Leila-chan, since you come from this country, do you know anything about it? Is such duel really approved at this country?" Kitsune stepped outside through guild's entrance, and gazed and the hero and the miko who intended to leave while taking along Lulu. "Hmm, I've never heard of it." "Thought so... if such duel is approved, not by war, this country would have crumbled long ago because of civil war." Hearing Leila's answer, he walked again, and said so in scorn. That was right, there was... 'no'... such system for duel at that country. The hero's word about strength is everything, Cecil affirmed it. However, it didn't mean that the strong could take everything as they pleased. It meant, if you were strong enough, you would be able to more of less live prosperously and received great fame there. This time duel was that miko, Cecil's self-stated thing, --that so called duel was nothing but a cover, for her plundering scheme. Kitsune just realized it. No, more precisely, he realized it midway. That was why, at first he thought about running away, but as if to block his escaping path, Cecil activated that circle of light. Moreover, the most unexpected thing was, the hero's "Ray of Hope". If he could buy some times, that circle of light would surely disappear in a given amount of time, but because of that skill, he lost all means to buy time. That was why he lost. Everything was according to that miko's plan. "I don't like it, being schemed against isn't my style." Murmuring so, Kitsune arrived at the petrivied Rishe's side. Simulatenously, reacting to Kitsune's word, the intending to leave hero and miko were floating surprised expressions. Similarly Lulu, who was being led away, and Finia were surprised as well. The only one who knew about "Near-death Experience" was none other but Leila, so there was no helping it. "Wha... you, how...." "Ah, I'm done with you, I've fully understood that you aren't my enemy." "Wha...." The hero talked to him, but Kitsune interjected and ignored him. All of sudden, much less consideration, Kitsune didn't even give the hero any thought. The hero's thought, act, will, and resolution, were all insufficient to become Kitsune's enemy. And Kitsune himself, didn't have that much free time to waste to be bothered by a mere insect that had quite a bit of power. "Not at all, I just thought that you've done it pretty well... I take it back for calling you as a disgraceful follower. You, aren't you quite a crafty one?" "...thank you." "But, if you call yourself as hero's follower, then... as I thought you're still a disgraceful follower. Well, as a follower of that fake hero, you both are quite suited for each other, though." Kitunse said so while floating his usual faint smile. The miko's eyebrow twitched slightly. "But, well, even if all of this are all merely your scheme, a lose is still a lose... either it Lulu-chan or Finia-chan, if you want to take them then just take them with you." And then continued so. What did they just do, who was the one they just made an enemy of, he wanted to make them realized it. With such a thought, he walked and activated "Eerie Constitution" toward the miko. Seems like "Ray of Hope" wasn't activated. Well, the one who realized the activation of "Eerie Constitution" was, Kitsune and his target, and since the hero didn't notice it, that was why he didn't activate "Ray of Hope". "But, I won't ever forgive you." "....!?" Closing his face to hers till their noses almost connected, Kitsune said so while faintly smiling. Together with the fact that "Eerie Constitution" was activated, Cecil was seized with fear that even made her wants to run away, however her body was frozen and couldn't move even an inch. "Just do your best to run away, since I'll keep on chase, chase, and chase after you, and finally, I'll beat you enough to make you regret what you've done. I'll definitely give you enough fear that will make that pretty face of yours covered by tears and nasal mucus, that will make your legs limp and unable to stand up, and finally, it will force you to rub that head of yours on the ground in desperate for asking for my forgiveness." "Wha... a...!" "Oi, you!" "What is it, fake hero-kun?" Up until just a moment ago, they were the superior one, and yet, somehow Kitsune's word cornered them. However, the hero brandished his sword and swung it at Kitsune. Kitsune was unable to follow the hero's speed, he couldn't see the sword at all, "...!?" "Too bad, that won't be able to hurt me. Haven't I told you before? That you aren'y my enemy anymore." With a dull sound, the sword stopped at Kitsune's neck, much less flesh, it couldn't even cut his skin. Kitsune's increased stat under the effert of "Near-death Experience" was something that couldn't be compared to a stat that of an A rank. "Well, let's just leave it with this much. If I go any further, you both may cry, after all." "...!" Kitsune said so in scorn to provoke them, and took several steps away from Cecil. And then, both of them that couldn't say a word at his provocation, could only grind their teeth in distress. However, Kitsune's gaze was already turned away from them. "Lulu-chan, Finia-chan." "Kitsune-san...." "Kitsune-sama...." No matter how much words he said, a lose is still a lose. No matter how unfair it was, as the loser he couldn't do anything about it. That was why, Kitsune wouldn't disgracefully flounder them. By knocking them down at their own unfair game, that was the best way to humiliate them. "Lulu-chan, I've told you before, didn't I?" Kitsune was going to once again say the word that he said to Lulu just now, clearly. If he simply wanted to take them back, he could do it even now. However, he wouldn't do it now. That was the final struggle if he really didn't have any other choice, but since it would seem similar like what that cowardice hero did, Kitsune wouldn't do it. To the bitter end, fair and square, challenging face on, that's the right way to do it. "Just wait for me... since I'll definitely come and take you back." That's why, for just a bit, I want you to wait. "Yes... I'll be waiting for you." "Yes...!" Finia and Lulu, receiving his thought, they accepted it. If they waited for him, he would definitely come and take them back, he had promised so, that was why they decided to believe him. Kitsune hugged Finia and Lulu, gently hugged them. The promise he had to keep, increased by one. "Are you fine with it? Kitsune-kun?" "With what?" "Letting Finia-chan and Lulu-chan go, well, I don't particularly care about it, though." Well, there's no way I'm fine with it, but I've promised to take them back again later after all. I'll definitely keep this promise. Those two were really irritating, I'll definitely take my revenge at them. I'll make them bow their head in cry, and ask for my forgiveness. For that sake, I need to be stronger. And a way to become stronger in a short amount of time, is to fight against strong opponents... hmm, should I do some bloody spar with Leila-chan, I wonder? "Hmm... ufufu, I see... yup, yup, a way that's so like you, Kitsune-kun." "But, how are you intending to take them back? Leaving aside the miko, the hero is undoubtly powerful, you know?" That's surely right, right? No matter how high my resistance, even if I won't lose, there's no way for me to win either. Will, with such weak mentality, there's an option to crush him mentally, but in the end, I want to repay them back in full. That means, the best way is to rise my strength stat, but... sadly, since my strength stat has reached its limit already, there's nothing I can do about it though. With that only means, my only choice if to find a more convenient battle style for me, huh. "Well, anyhow... leveling up is the top priority." "Well, that is surely the case...." "Anyway, we have no reason to stay at this country any longer... let's leave this country immediately, and go to some other place. We can return to Miniera, and we can also try to go to other place...." Either way, I don't want to stay at this country any longer. It's the country that summoned the hero after all, it's a country that oppress slaves after all, it's a country that is harsh at me after all. Moreover, it's unlikely possible for me to infiltrate the castle. If I do it poorly, I might get imprisoned. Not just there's a possibility that this country may restrict our movement, it would be bad if something happen at this country. Moreover-- my "Instict" skill, have been telling me that I shouldn't stay at this country any longer. "Perhaps, something worse than the hero may come, after... all." At my murmur, Rishe-chan and Leila-chan incline their heads. At the same time, hero and co. were at the Grandile Kingdom's entrance. Hero and Cecil, as if to ran away from Kitsune, they immediately took Finia and Lulu to the country's entrance, however, recalling their other party members who they were supposed to meet at the guild, they decided to wait for them there. Magician Silphy and Swordman Jik, people who would undoubtly be helpful for their journey. After making such ruckuss at the guild, they were sure that if both them went to the guild later, both of them would definitely heard about what happened there from someone and then go to the country's entrance. Or so Cecil thought. And then, currently, Cecil and Hero were thinking about the existence named Kitsune. Even though both of them won the duel, they weren't happy at all. On the contrary, they were regretting the fact that they had made an enemy of the exinstence named Kitsune. Of course, it wasn't because they took away Finia and Lulu, they regretted it exactly because they thought that Kitsune himself was fightening. If possible, he was an existence they didn't want to meet again, however he'd said that he'd chase after them even to the end of the world. With only that fact had made their face pale. That was just the extent of how much fear Kitsune planted at them. "...Cecil." "For now, let's not let it bother us too much, it isn't like he'll chase after right away, after all, right? Our duty is to subjugate the demon lord, we couldn't just let something like it hinder us, right?" "You are, right...." Hero, Nagi, said so as if saying to himself, and then forcefuly floated a smile. Cecil also somehow pulled herself together as if got encouraged by his word. And then, when Cecil somehow floated a smile, Nagi shouted as if to blow away the heavy atmosphere. "Alright! Well then, for now, it's finally journeying time, let's enjoy it to the fullest!" "Eh... um... Finia, was it?" "Could you please don't call my name so casually?" "Please don't be angry like that, let's get along well together, okay?" "No way." At Finia's act that didn't open heart at him at all, Nagi floated a cramped smile. He understood that he was completely hated by her. With his sense of justice, prowess, kindness and appearance, Nagi, who was rarely hated by anyone thus far, receved quite a great shock by her blatant disgust. However, he somehow held it out and turned his gaze at Lulu this time. She -who was always touching the collar which was the sign of her familial bond with Kitsune- showed an expression as if she had no interest to join the conversation at all. She also looked somewhat gloomy. "Umm... Lulu-chan...was it?" "Are you injured somewhere?" "...I'm fine." That was the so called one sided conversation. No matter how much words he threw at her, Lulu'd simply ward all of it off. The proof was the fact that she didn't throw any word back at him. And then, he noticed that Lulu was always touching her collar. "That, it must be cramped, right? Let me remove it." Then, brandishing his sword -that was rarely out except at a crucial time- without any hesitation he showed his polished swordmanship-- "Ah... aaa...!" The cut off collar was sliding down from her neck, and dropped to the ground with a 'thud' sound. The collar, that tied her and Kitsune as a family. Of course, even without such a thing, their hearts were connected, and their familial bond wouldn't be cut off even if the collar did. --but, that collar was her sole treasured thing. And right now, it had been heartlessly cut off, and dropped to the ground. "Lulu-chan!" Lulu crouched on the ground, and desperately scraped up back the scattered collar. Without noticing that she was covered in tears, she moved her hand in try to attach each parts back into one. However, no matter what she did, somehow it wouldn't return like the one it back then. Lulu was shedding tears. It wasn't because she was sad since her collar was broken, but it was because the guilt she felt toward Kitsune. The sign of her bond with him was broken, she felt a very very guilty of it, and didn't know what to do. "Umm... could it be, you liked that collar? Wha, sorry! I'll buy--" "Just go away already." At the misunderstood hero, Finia floated in front of the crying Lulu and said so in anger. As if saying to not approach Lulu any longer, she glared at the hero while positioning herself between Lulu and him. "Just stop bothering us already... it's only because Kitsune-san told us to go with you that we endure it and do so. That's why you don't need to do anything with us." "...haa... got it, I'm sorry." At Finia's word, Nagi thought that no matter what he said, it would only bring the reverse effect, so he obediently pulling back. It seemed like Finia and Lulu saw them at negatives side, with such thought, he dropped his shoulders.
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ๆก”้Ÿณ ใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ™ๆ—ฅใ€…ใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็”ŸๆดปใฏๅŠๆœˆ็จ‹็ขบไฟๅ‡บๆฅใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€็”Ÿๆดป่ฒปใฏ็จผใŒใญใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซ่ฟ”ใ™็‚บใฎใŠ้‡‘ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ๆ—ฉใ็ขบไฟใ—ใŸใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๆ†งใ‚Œใ‚„ๅคขใจใ„ใฃใŸๅคงๅฑค็ด ๆ•ตใช็†็”ฑใงๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ้“ใธใจๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŸใ ๅ˜ใซ็จผใŽใ‚„ใ™ใ„่ทๆฅญใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€้‡‘ใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„้€ฃไธญใ‚‚ใŸใพใซใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅคงๆˆใ—ใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅคงๆˆใ—ใŸใ„ใ€ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใ‚ˆใ‚Š้ซ˜ใ„ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใธใจไธŠใŒใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๅ‘ไธŠๅฟƒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใจใ„ใ†่จณใ ใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†็”ทใฏใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŠœใ‘ๅ‡บใใ†ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๆ€ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซใ€้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใ‚’ไปปใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใชใ‚‹ใซใฏๅ…ƒๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅฝนๅ“กใซ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅŽŸๅ‰‡ใ ใŒใ€Hใฎๆฌกใ€Gใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็ฐกๅ˜ใ ใ€‚Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซไธŠใŒใ‚ŠใŸใ„ๆ„ๆ€่กจ็คบใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…ƒๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅฝนๅ“กใฎ้–‹ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จ“็ทดใซๅ‚ๅŠ ใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ€‚ใŸใฃใŸใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงไธ€ใคใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใใฎ่จ“็ทดใซใ‚‚ๅ‚ๅŠ ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ๅธธใซHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅคงใ—ใŸไบ‹ใฎใชใ„ใ€ๆ™ฎๆฎต่ชฐไธ€ไบบใจใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅผฑใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅฅ‡็•ฐใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใซใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚Šไธ€ๅฑคๆ™’ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ไธŠใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ•ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฒใ„ใฆใฏๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎ้ขใ€…ๅ…จๅ“กใŒๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏ?ใ€ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏๅ…จๅ“กโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’้™คใ„ใฆๅ…จๅ“กใŒๅ‘ไธŠๅฟƒ็Œ›ใ€…ใ—ใใ€่‡ช่บซใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚“ใช่ช‡ใ‚Šใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚‰ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฌๅญ˜ๅœจใฏ้…ทใๅฟƒใ‚’ใ–ใ‚ใคใ‹ใ›ใŸใ€‚่‹›ใ€…ใ•ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฅดใŒๅ†’้™บ่€…ใชใ‚“ใฆ่ชใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’็ฉขใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠใ™ใๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใซ็ชใฃๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ“ใจใจ่จ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›่ชฐ? ๆญฃ็›ด่จ€ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฏๅ›ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจใ‚‚ๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ไปŠๆ—ฅใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‰ใซไธ€ไบบใฎ็”ทใŒ็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚่‰ฏใ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹้‡ŽๆšฎใงๅคงๆŸ„ใชๆฟƒใ„็”ทใงใฏใชใใ€ใใฎ็”ทใฏ้’ๅนดใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆ•ฐๅนดๅนดไธŠใ ใ‚ใ†้ขจๆ ผใจใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„้ซ˜ใ„่บซ้•ทใ€่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใŸๅ‰ฃใฏ็ด ไบบ็›ฎใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ไธญใ€…ใซ่ฟซๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไธ€็›ฎใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ๆ ผไธŠใ ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€่ฒดๆง˜ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ! ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใฏ่‡ช็”ฑใฎไบบใ€ไธŠใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ—ใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚’็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใๆฐ—้ซ˜ใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ ! ่ฒดๆง˜ใฎๆง˜ใช็”ทใŒ่ธใฟ่’ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆ่‰ฏใ„้“ใงใฏใชใ„!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใง็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๅผทใ„ๆ†งใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็”ทใ ใจใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใŒ่จฑใ›ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹่จ€ใฃใŸใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใจๅƒ•ใงใฉใ†้•ใ†ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใซ?ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ่ซ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€ๆ—ฅไธ€ๆ—ฅใ‚’็”Ÿใใ‚‹็‚บๆฎ‹้ฃฏใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒๆผใฃใฆๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆญปใฌใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใจใฎ็ด„ๆŸใฎ็‚บใซใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฏ็ตถๅฏพใซ่ญฒใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ไธ€ๅฎฟไธ€้ฃฏใฎๆฉ็พฉใ‚‚ใพใ ่ฟ”ใ›ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใซใ€ใคในใ“ใน่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไฝ™่ฃ•ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซไธฆใ€…ใชใ‚‰ใฌๆ€ใ„ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฏๅนพใค? ๅƒ•ใฏ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ•ใ„ใซใ€ๅฝผใฏใใ†็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ€้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใ€ๆ›ดใซใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’ไธ€ใคไธŠใ’ใŸ่€…ใ€‚ๅฝ“็„ถใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆ•ฐๆฎตๅผทใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡†ใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ ผไธŠใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็”Ÿใๆ–นใ ใ‘ใฏๅฆๅฎšใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€ŒEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ€ๅ‡„ใ„ใญใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใจHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใฉใ†้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ? ไฝๆฐ‘ใฎใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„ใจ้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใฎ้‡่ฆใ•ใซใ€ใฉใ†้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......!?ใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’่จŽไผใ—ใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใชใ‚‰ๅค–่กŒใฃใฆๅฅฝใใชใ ใ‘็‹ฉใฃใฆๆฅใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ๆฐ—้ซ˜ใใ‚ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰้จŽๅฃซใงใ ใฃใฆใใ†ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ใŠๅ‰ไฝ•ใฎใŸใ‚ใซไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใฏใ€ใ‚ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใซไผšใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆญปใ‚’็ตŒ้จ“ใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆ€–ใ„่€…ใชใฉใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅฝผใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็”Ÿใใ‚‹้“ใ‚’้‚ช้ญ”ใ™ใ‚‹่€…ใ€ๆ•ตใ ใจ่ช่ญ˜ใ—ใŸใใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใค็”ทใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๆญฉไบŒๆญฉใจๅพŒใšใ•ใ‚Šใ—ใ€ใใฎๅˆ†ใ ใ‘่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’่จŽไผใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏไบบใฎ็‚บใ ใ‚ใ†? ใใ‚Œใฏ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใงใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฐŠใ„่กŒๅ‹•ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใ€ใใ†ใ ......! ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใ !ใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€ไบบใ€…ใฎๅฐใ•ใชๆ‚ฉใฟไบ‹ใฏใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅฑๆฉŸใ‚’ๅ›้”ใŒๆ‡ธๅ‘ฝใซๆŽ’้™คใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไบบใ€…ใฎๅฐใ•ใชๆ‚ฉใฟใ‚’่งฃๆฑบใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅ…จใใ€ไธ€ๅˆ‡ใ€ไฝ•ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚‚็„กใ„่กŒๅ‹•ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใฃใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใซใ€่ฟซๅŠ›ใซใ€็”ทใฏใชใ‚“ใฎๅ่ซ–ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ”พใคใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใซ่ถณใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใ€้–ขใ‚ใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ๅผฑ่€…ใฎๅจๅœงใซๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ›ใŒใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆ......ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ใœ?ใ€ ๆฎ‹้ฃฏใ‚’ๆผใฃใฆไฝ•ใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ไฝๆฐ‘ใ‚’ๅชšใณ่ซ‚ใฃใฆไฝ•ใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใŠใ‚ใงใŸใ„้ ญใซๅ‘†ใ‚Œใ‹ใˆใ‚‹้ฆฌ้นฟใ‚‰ใ—ใ•ใ ใ€‚ ๅผฑใ„ๅฅดใฏๆญปใฌใ€็ฐกๅ˜ใซๆญปใฌใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฟ…ๆญปใซๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ......ใช......!ใ€ ็”ทใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใซๅ่ซ–ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๅคฑๆ ผใ ใจ็ชใไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ๅฎŸใซใ‚ทใƒงใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏ่‡ช็”ฑใฎไบบใ€ๆฐ—้ซ˜ใใ€ๅผทใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅฎŸ้š›ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผใฏ่ฆ‹ๅคฑใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ไฝ•ใฎใŸใ‚ใซ่‡ช็”ฑใงใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—้ซ˜ใใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ไฝ•ใฎใŸใ‚ใซๅผทใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใชใฎใ‹ใ‚’ใ€‚ใใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚’ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šใชใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใฎใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹็‚บใ€ไบบใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹็‚บใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹็‚บใ ใ€‚ใŸใ ๅผทใ„ใ ใ‘ใฎไบบ้–“ใซใ€ไบบใฏๆฐ—้ซ˜ใ•ใชใฉ่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใฎๅผทใ•ใ‚’ๆญฃใ—ใ„ๆ–นๅ‘ใธๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่€…ใ“ใๆฐ—้ซ˜ใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ€ใ„็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไป•ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใฏ่ฆ‹้€ƒใ›ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅƒ•ใฃใฆใปใ‚‰ใ€ๆธ…ใๆญฃใ—ใ„ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰็”ทใฎๆจชใ‚’้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใ€่Œซ็„ถใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅฝผใฎ่‚ฉใ‚’ใฝใ‚“ใจๅฉใ„ใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็”ทใฏใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใพใงๆก”้Ÿณใซ่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ™ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ ็”ทใฎ้šฃใ‚’้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€่Œซ็„ถใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็”ทใ‚’ๆ”พ็ฝฎใ—ใฆใƒŸใ‚ขใฎไธ‹ใธใจใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹้š›ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใจใใฎ้šฃใฎ้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎไธ‹ใธๆฐ—ใพใใ‚Œใซไปฃใ‚ใ‚‹ไปฃใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฏพๅฟœใ‚’ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚„ใใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™......ใ‚ใฎใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่จ€ใ„้ŽใŽใงใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใชใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจ? ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹......ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๆง˜ใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌๅญ˜ใœใฌใ‚’้€šใ™ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ่ฟฝๅŠใ‚’่ซฆใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅณ่‚ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใใ†่žใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚ไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‚ใซใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใฎไธ€้ƒจใŒๆฌ ใ‘ใŸๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎๅฏ‚ใ—ใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใชใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰็ญ”ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไปŠๅฏใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใƒผใ€ ใ€Œๅฏใฆใ‚‹......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใฎไธญใงใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏใŠ้ขใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฎŸใฏ็œ ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใจ็ตๆง‹ๆœใŒๅผฑใ„ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใฏ็ก็œ ใ‚’ๅฟ…่ฆใจใ—ใชใ„ๆ•…ใซๅคœๆ›ดใ‹ใ—ใ—ใพใใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ๆ˜จๆ™ฉใฏๆฐ—ใพใใ‚ŒใซใŠ้ขใฎไธญใง็œ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใพใ ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ้ฉšๆ„•ใซ็žณใ‚’็›ฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใคใพใ‚Š......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๆง˜ใฏๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎ......ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ™ใ‹......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’ใ€‚ ๆฒˆ้ป™ใ™ใ‚‹ไธก่€…ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่จ€ใ„่ฒ ใ‹ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็”ทใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€่žใ“ใˆใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใจใใฎ้šฃใซๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฏใƒใƒƒใƒใƒช่žใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€้•ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใŠ้ขใฎไธญใฃใฆใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ใŠ้ขใจๅƒ•ใฎ้ ญใฎ้–“ใฎ็ฉบ้–“ใงๅฏใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ™ใ‹......ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใปใฃใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใŠ้ขใ‚’ใ‚ณใƒณใ‚ณใƒณใจๅฉใ„ใฆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใŠ้ขใ‚’ๅค–ใ—ใ€ๅ†…ๅดใ‚’ใƒŸใ‚ข้”ใซ่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆใ€ๅฏใผใ‘ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใŠ้ขใฎๅ†…ๅดใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใฎใ‚’ๆ•ใพใˆใŸใ€‚ๆœใฎ่ฅŸใ‚’ๆ‘˜ใพใ‚“ใงใ€ใƒŸใ‚ข้”ใซ่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ข้”ใฏๅฎ‰ๅ ตใฎๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š้•ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไพ้ ผๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“~......ไบ”็ง’ๅพ…ใฃใฆใญ............ใ‚“ใฃ! ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใ•ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚‚ไป•ไบ‹ใ—ใชใ„ใจใญใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใ†็ตๆง‹ใŠ้‡‘ๆบœใพใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚็งใใ‚ใใ‚่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ„ใช!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚คใƒณใƒ‰ใ‚ขๆดพใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใถใฃใกใ‚ƒใ‘ๅ‹•ใใŸใใชใ„ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ‚คใƒณใƒ‰ใ‚ขใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉๅผ•ใใƒ‹ใƒผใƒˆๆ นๆ€งใŒๆŸ“ใฟใคใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใญ! ๆœฌๆ ผ็š„ใซ้ง„็›ฎไบบ้–“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎไบŒไบบใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใใ‚“ใชๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใซใตใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไบŒไบบใฎ่จ€ใ„ๅˆใ„ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€ใคใฎๆ—ฅๅธธใจใ—ใฆไบซๅ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณไธ€ๆ—ฅใฎๆฅฝใ—ใฟใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ไบŒไบบใฎๆŽ›ใ‘ๅˆใ„ใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใฆ้ข็™ฝใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ้Šใณใซ่กŒใ“ใ†! ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไป•ไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆๆฅฝใ—ใ‚‚ใ†ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ๆฏๆŠœใใ‚‚ๅฟ…่ฆใ‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚่ช˜ใฃใฆไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚‚้ฃŸในใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใŸ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๅ–œใถใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจๅŒใ˜ๅฎฟใซๆณŠใพใฃใฆใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซไผšใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆœๆ—ฉใใซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Š้…ใใซๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆœ้ฃŸใจๅค•้ฃŸใฏ้ฃŸในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆ˜ผ้ฃŸใฏๅฎฟๅฑ‹ใฎๅฅณๅฐ†ใซใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใฆๅผๅฝ“ใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไผ‘ใ‚€ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ่ณ›ๆˆ! ใŸใพใซใฏ่‰ฏใ„ๅˆคๆ–ญใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใญ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚!ใ€ ใ€Œ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใใ‚Œ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€ๅ‹•ใซใƒ„ใƒƒใ‚ณใƒŸใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใคใคใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใชใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚“ใ ่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใŒๅฅฝใใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚ง......ๆง˜ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใจใใ“ใธใƒŸใ‚ขใŒ่ฉฑใซๅŠ ใ‚ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸๆฉไบบใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆๅฅณๆ€งใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใจๅŒๅนดไปฃไฝใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......้šๅˆ†ใจ่ฆชใ—ใ’ใงใ™ใญใ€ ใ€Œๅฆฌใ„ใฆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ไป•ไบ‹ใฎ้‚ช้ญ”ใงใ™ใฎใงใ€ไพ้ ผใ‚’ใŠๅ—ใ‘ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใŠๅธฐใ‚Šไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๅ”็ชใซไป•ไบ‹ใƒขใƒผใƒ‰ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซไบ‹ๅ‹™็š„ใชๅๅฟœใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ไธๆฉŸๅซŒใชๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใ€ใ‚ใฎ่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใ‚’ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่ฟฝใ„ๆ‰•ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅบฆใ€…ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏไธๆฉŸๅซŒใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใชใ‚“ใงใƒŸใ‚ขใŒใใ‚“ใชๆ…‹ๅบฆใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅ…จ็„ถ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ“ใจใจ่จ€ใˆใฐ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใงๅทจไนณใจ่จ€ใ„ๆ”พใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซๆฎดใ‚Š้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚Šใ€่ƒธใ‚’ๆ‰ใพใ›ใฆใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€็ขŒใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ไฝ™่จˆๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ใใ‚“ใช่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใชใ‚“ใจใชใ่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใใฎ็†็”ฑใ‚’ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซ่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆ€’ใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅฅณใฎๅญใซใฏ่‰ฒใ€…ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ่ฉฎ็ดขใ—ใชใ„ใงใ‚ใ’ใฆ! ใใฃใจ็”Ÿ็†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใ€Œใฐใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€็››ๅคงใซไน™ๅฅณใฎ็ง˜ๅฏ†ๅคงๆšด้œฒใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ๆœฌๅฝ“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅ…ฌ้–‹ๅ‡ฆๅˆ‘ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็”Ÿ็†ใจใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใจ่žใใฎ! ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ใงใ‚Šใ‹ใ—ใƒผใฎใชใ„็”ทใฎไบบใฏใƒขใƒ†ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใ†ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซ่žใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏไฝ™่จˆ็–ฒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใจๆ‚Ÿใ‚Šใ€ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไป•ไบ‹ใฏไธญๆญขใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใ€ไธ€ๆ—ฆๅฎฟใซๆˆปใฃใฆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’้Šใณใซ่ช˜ใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใพใŸๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใฏใ„ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅฏ„่ถŠใ•ใชใ„ใพใพใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้ŸณใฎๅงฟใŒๆถˆใˆใŸใฎใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไป้ ‚้ขใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€่ƒธใŒใ‚€ใ‹ใ‚€ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใƒŸใ‚ขใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠๆ—ฅไธ€ๆ—ฅใ€ไธๆฉŸๅซŒใ‚ชใƒผใƒฉใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใŸใพใพใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
Ch 15 For about one week after that, Kitsune spent his every day handling requests as an H rank adventurer. Though he has already secured his daily needs for about half a month already, but it's necessary to earn the cost for their every day living and he wants to secure some money to return it to Rishe as soon as possible. For one to become an adventurer, he is basically on the path of the adventurer for very wonderful reasons(He yearns for it and it's his dream). The are also easy work too, but though there are people who just wants money, they also want to complete either way as an adventurer. They want to complete it as an adventurer, which means that they aspire to raise their ranks and complete more requests. but despite of that, A man known as Kitsune, doesn't have any intention of slipping out from H rank as an adventurer. In a standard way, though it's a principle of the guild that the guild's director which is a former adventurer has to acknowledge someone for them to raise their rank to F by subjugating monster, and for H rank adventurers, it's truly easy to become G rank. They just need to have the will to raise their rank to F and participate in the training that the former adventurer Director opened. A singe rank can only be raised by this. But even so, Kitsune didn't even try to participate in that training. There's no wonderful thing in staying as an H rank adventurer, and one would only need to continue on handling the requests that no one would take. The weakest adventurer of all. Therefore, Kitsune who came to this world received strange glances, and it became more obvious each day. Why isn't he aiming for something higher?, is what not only adventurers but also all of the receptionists in the adventurer guild thought of. [Wha?] As what has been said a while ago, All of the adventurers------excluding kitsune are working hard for their ambitions, as they wear the appearance of an adventurer that they aspire of, and they make an effort to exceed their yearning everyday. Is that their reason?, in which they draw out their idea of an adventurer as an important person who won't hand over their pride and confidence that they all want to be. Therefore, from the proud adventurers like that, they were angry towards Kitsune who's not like an adventurer. He is an existence that made them irritated. [That is why, we won't admit the likes of you to be an adventurer. If you plan on defiling the name of adventurers any further then stop being an adventurer this instant] That is why the adventurers who came out to Kitsune says so like it is only natural. [Who're you? I don't know you to tell you the truth, though I wasn't thinking of knowing you too] Today, there is a single man who is standing on the way of Kitsune who came to the guild. He's not a boorish big man but he is just a young man. Perhaps, he's several years older than kitsune with a distinctive character, and if Kitsune doesn't look up then he won't be able to match up with his eyes, while having a sword lowered in his waist which is obviously aiming at him in which he sensed it even with his untrained eyes. He understood with only a single glance, with his status of course. [That is why you are a failure as an adventurer! An adventurer is a person of freedom, who aspires for a higher place, hunts monsters, and is a sublime existence above all! It's not a road for a man like you can tread on!] Kitsune understood those words. He is an adventurer that has a strong yearning. That is why, he couldn't forgive he's own actions. [What did you say?] [What difference are you saying about me and you?] [What?] What about it. Kitsune rebutted so. He would look for food regardless of it being leftovers or anything for the purpose of living day by day. It would be bad for Kitsune to die, for the promise he made with Shinozaki Shiori too, and that is the only thing that he cannot surrender. He also hasn't returned the hospitality that he has accepted too so he has no room to complain. [Though you seem to have extraordinarily gave your whole mind in becoming an adventurer apparently, but how much is your rank? As what I know, it's H rank] [......E rank] With Kitsune's question, that person answered so. E Rank, he's able to take on requests to subjugate monsters and which means he's a person who has raised his rank once. Of course, he's stronger than Kitsune several times. However, Kitsune isn't bothered by it. In case of the standpoint, he couldn't deny his only way of living. [E rank, isn't that amazing. But, what is the difference with E rank and H rank? what is the difference of helping citizens and subjugating monsters?] [Wha......!?] [If you only love to hunt monsters then go outside and hunt them as much as you want, and if you want to become a sublime existence then you should have become a knight, so what is the reason for you to take on those requests?] He has already experienced death and that is why he has lost the feeling of getting scared by anything. Therefore, to him who is obstructing his way of living, and at the point where he recognized him as an enemy, this skill would be invoked. ------{Eerie Constitution} The man who stands in the presence of Kitsune, felt the change of atmosphere of Kitsune, and felt fear towards him. He shyly took two steps back to make a distance from him that much. [You subjugate monsters for the sake of the people right? that is a magnificent and honorable action is what I think too [Tha-, soThat's right......! An adventurer is an existence like that!] [Then, are the small worries of the people trivial to you? While all of you are risking your life in subjugating things I know not of, I have been solving the citizen's small worries. So are you telling me that those actions that I've been doing doesn't matter?] [.........] With Kitsune's words, The atmosphere became more heavy and no one could do a rebuttal. However, their feet trembled on the pressure that Kitsune is releasing, any they didn't want to be related to it because of the overpowering of Kitsune to them who were weak. [If in the case that you are thinking like that] [What are you saying......] [Aren't you the one who is a failure of being an adventurer?] What is wrong with looking for leftovers. What is wrong with getting along with the citizens. If everyone says that those actions make you a failure as an adventurer, then he would be amazed from the silly and absurd brain of those people. Weak people will die, they would easily die. That is why he desperately eats and lives. [......Wha......!] No man could say any objection to Kitsune. They couldn't say anything. However, to the people who thought that he's a failure in being an adventurer, they received the shock of them being a failure in being an adventurer. An adventurer is a man of freedom, sublime, and a strong existence, is what they thought. No, that fits it in fact. However, he has lost sight of something. To whose sake are they free, for whose sake are they sublime, and for whose sake do they become a strong existence. That is what he means. If Kitsune says so, then the purpose of becoming is for the sake of someone, for the sake of protecting people, and for the sake of protecting lives. People wouldn't see any sublimity from a person who is just strong. Only the people who use that strength in the correct way are the sublime ones. That is what he taught to them. [Then, Since I have more work to do. I won't overlook any troubled person, Since I'm, you know, a youth who is overflowing with justice] (TLN: And savageness.....cuz that was SAVAGE!) Kitsune who says so, passed over at the side of that guy while wearing a faint smile in his face. (TLN: AKA Troll face/Grin) Every guy couldn't answer back to Kitsune even at the last minute. * Kitsune who passed through the side of the man beside him, proceeded to Mia's direction while leaving that stupefied guy. When Kitsune receives requests, he would alternatively call upon Mia-chan or the blue haired girl beside her. This time seems to be Mia. [Hey Mia-chan, good morning] [A good morning to you too......Umm Kitsune-sama, haven't you overreacted for a bit?] [Eh, what do you mean? Though I only said good morning to you] [......I see......By the way, Is Finia-sama not with you?] Kitsune who's acting like he doesn't understand it is overlooked so Mia gave up pursuing the topic. And after looking at Kitsune's right shoulder, Mia asked as so. Finia who's always at the shoulder of Kitsune wasn't there. she felt lonely since a part of an everyday spectacle is missing. Kitsune smiled wryly as he answered Mia. [Finia-chan is still sleeping] [Sleeping......?] [Yes, inside this] While saying so, Kitsune pointed at his mask. Finia is considerably weak in the morning when actually sleeping, but though Finia stays up late with the reason of her not needing any sleep, she slept in the mask on a whim last night. Therefore, she's still asleep. However, Mia who has heard of that got surprised and opened her eyes widely. [In a word......Finia-sama is an idea type......is what you are saying......?] [Ah] Kitsune recalled it. The explanation of Finia on what her type is. Both of them became silent. Did the adventurers who were teaming up on Kitsune hear them, but they seem to have not heard it. However, Mia and the blue haired receptionist girl who was beside her have perfectly heard of it. [No, you're wrong. I didn't mean that she's sleeping inside the mask, since I meant that she's sleeping between the space of my head and this mask] [Ah, is that so......You're right] [......Hou] Kitsune knocks on the mask to wake up Finia. And when he took of the mask, while in the way of not showing the inside of the mas to Mia and the others, he took out the sleepy Finia from the inside of the mask. He picked her up with the collar of her clothes and showed her to Mia. Then, Mia vomited a sigh of relief. Though they thought if they were right, but it seems like they were wrong. [Finia-chan, we're receiving a request] [Nnn~......please wait for about 5 more seconds............HNM! Good morning Kitsune-sama!Finai-chan has awakened!] [Yeah good morning to you too. Then, I won't be working again for today] [Eeh, but didn't we have enough money collected already. I want to gradually move my body soon!] [Yes, but since I'm an indoor type then I really don't want to move] [Though you're saying you're an indoor type but it's more like you're a Hiki NEET! That's a full scale useless person you know!] The two of those, is the scene that Mia always sees while she laughs a bit. For this whole single week, she has become accustomed to the quarreling of these 2. You can also say that this is also an enjoying scene to her. aruYi Wei Yi Ri noLe shimininatsuteirutoYan tsutemoLiang i. The sight of these two's negotiation is also amusing. [Hm......then what shall we do?] [Let's go out and play! Let's enjoy this day while forgetting our work!] [Ah......that's right, a break is important too] [Yeah!] [Then let's also invite Rishe and go to someplace where delicious food is] [I did it!] With Kitsune's words, Finia is pleased. Within this week, Kitsune hasn't met Rishe even though they were staying in the same inn. Maybe it's because he would quickly go out of the inn in the morning and would come back late. Though he would eat breakfast and dinner, he would ask lunch from the landlady and a lunch box would be prepared for him. [Yeah, Then let's assume that this day is a rest day today] [Agreed! You could occasionally make a good decision! Kitsune-san too!] [That's not you praising me right?] While Kitsune was making a comeback with what Fina said, he made a wry smile while looking at the happy face of Finia. Even if they would say this and that, Kitsune liked the happy face of Finia. [Rishe......-sama huh?] Mia has joined the conversation. [Yep, she's my benefactor] [She seems to be a girl based on her name] [Yeah, she's a girl in the same age as me] [......You seem to be fairly intimate with her] [I.AM.NOT.JEALOUS. Since you're obstructing my work, please go home if you're not receiving a request] Mia suddenly turned into Work mode and she gave Kitsune a business like answer. What can be said about it, she seems to be in an ill mood. Recently, after he drove away Jeno who has been courting her, Mia frequently became ill humored. Kitsune couldn't understand why would Mia's attitude become like that. The oly thing that came to his mind is that he declared in her presence that she's has big breasts, got struck hard by Jeno, asked her to let him massage her breasts, but all he thought about are useless stuff. He didn't understand more and more. He got more depressed from it. For the time being, he asked Finia for the reason. [Finia-chan, it seems like Mia-chan is angry?] [There are various types of girls you know! Stop trying to investigate and stand up! It must be her menstruation!] [Don't reveal it, isn't that the grand secret of all women, if that's true then that would cause the public exclusion for Mia-chan] [Inidently does Finia-chan have that physiology too?] [Wha-, What are you trying to make a girl say! That's a bad thing to do Kitsune-san! A man who doesn't have any delicacy won't be popular you know!] [Even Finia-chan doesn't understand me] Kitsune realized that he would get more tired if he asks Finia-chan, so he vomited a sigh. For the time being, work shall be discontinued this day and they should return to the inn and invite Rishe to play. [I'll be going now Mia-chan, Let's meet up tomorrow too] [Good bye!] [.........Yes] Mia who hasn't sent a single glance, Kitsune has been seen off. When she has confirmed that Kitsune is gone from the guild, a sullen look has floated in her face. Though she doesn't understand why, she felt anger in her chest. After that, for the whole day, while shooting out an angry aura, she handled the adventurers that came for requests like that.
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ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใƒผใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ๅ‰ไฝใซใ“ใฎๆฃฎใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€่ฟทใฃใฆ่ฟทใฃใฆ! ใใคใญๅ›ใซไผšใˆใฆๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญ!ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใชๅฝผๅฅณใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใพใงๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ่žใ‘ใฐๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ใšใฃใจใ‚ใฎๆฃฎใง่ฟทๅญใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‚’็ต„ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸ็”ทใฎไปฒ้–“ใŒๅฑ…ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใฏใใ‚ŒใŸไธŠใซๆŽขใ—ใฆใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ๆ–นๅ‘้Ÿณ็—ดใชๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ›ดใซ่ฟท่ตฐใ—ใ€ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจใ„ใ†้•ทใ„ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๆฃฎใฎไธญใง้Žใ”ใ—ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใๅƒ•้”ใซไผšใˆใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใ‚ซใƒผใƒ‰ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใŸๆ‰€ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ ใ€Žใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ:Cใ€ ใจๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ๅฎŸๅŠ›่€…ใ€้ญ”็ฃใ ใ‘ใงใฏ็„กใใ€Ž็Ÿฅ่ƒฝใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๆ•ตใ€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆ—ใจๆˆฆใ†็ฌฌไธ€็ทšใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ€‚ๅฎŸ้š›ใซไผšใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใใฎๅ‡„ๅ‘ณใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ใ‚ใฃใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸๆ…‹ๅบฆใจใƒ•ใƒฌใƒณใƒ‰ใƒชใƒผใช่จ€ๅ‹•ใ‚„่กŒๅ‹•ใจใฏๅˆฅใงใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹้š™ใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ๆœฌๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Œใฐไธ€็žฌใงๅƒ•ใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅˆŽใญใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใฏใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใจ! ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅพ…ใฃใฆใ€ใใฃใกใฏๅ›ฝๅค–ใ ใ‚ˆไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใธ่กŒใๆฐ—ใ ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚ˆ? ใ‚ขใƒใƒใƒƒใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“......ใคใ„ใงใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใพใง้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„?ใ€ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ่กŒใใจ่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ›ฝๅค–ใธๅ…จๅŠ›็–พ่ตฐใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็…งใ‚Œ่‡ญใใ†ใซไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ€ไธŠ็›ฎ้ฃใ„ใจใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใซ้ ผใฟใ“ใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ ๅ…จใใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใชใ‚‰ใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ‰ใƒซใ ใฃใฆๅฎนๆ˜“ใซใชใ‚Œใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎๅฏๆ†ใ•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใญใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆไผšใฃใŸๆ€ชใ—ใ„ไบบใซไป˜ใๅˆใ†็จ‹ๅƒ•ใฏ้…”็‹‚ใชไบบ้–“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚่ฟทใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซ่ฟทใฃใฆใพใŸๆฃฎใซใงใ‚‚ๅผ•ใ่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใˆ! ใ€ŒใŠ้ก˜ใ„โ˜†ใ€ ใ€Œไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใชใใ€ใ“ใฃใกใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่…•ใซๆŠฑใ็€ใใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„่ƒธใŒๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ„ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹! ๅ…จใใ€ไปŠๅ›žใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใ‚“ใช่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌไป–ไบบใซ่ฆชๅˆ‡ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฃใจใฒใฃไป˜ใ‘โ€•โ€•โ€•ใŠใฃใจ้•ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ใŠใ„ใŠใ„ใ€ใใ‚“ใช็œผใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญ......ใŠๅ‰ใฃใฆๅฅดใฏ......ใ€ ใ€Œ้•ใ†ใ‚ˆ? ๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใซใฏๅ„ชใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅƒ•ใฎไบบ้–“ๆ€งใ ใ—?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใชใ€่ƒธใ‚’ๅฝ“ใฆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฅณใฎๅญใซใฏ็‰นใซใชใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใฃใฑใ„ใฃใฆๅคขใŒ่ฉฐใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€ๅคงๅฐๅ•ใ‚ใšใ€ ใ€Œ้–‹ใ็›ดใฃใŸใžใ‚ณใ‚คใƒ„!?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒ–ใƒ„ใƒ–ใƒ„่จ€ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ†้–‹ใ็›ดใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŠใฃใฑใ„ใฎๅซŒใ„ใช็”ทใชใ‚“ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใ ใฃใฆ็ซ‹ๆดพใช็”ทใฎๅญใชใ‚“ใ ใž! ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ“ใ‚“ใชไฝ“้จ“ไธ€ๅ›žใ‚‚ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹! ใ€Œใใฌใฌ......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ“ใฎๆณฅๆฃ’ใซใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ“!ใ€ ใ€Œๆณฅๆฃ’็Œซใ ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜......ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ไฝ•ไฝ•?ใ€ ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ไธๆฉŸๅซŒใซใชใฃใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใณใ—ใณใ—ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฉใๅง‹ใ‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅๅฏพๅดใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆกใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ไฝ•? ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใคใ„ใซใ‚ใฎไผ่ชฌใฎใƒขใƒ†ๆœŸๆฅใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไธ€ๅ›žๆญปใ‚“ใง็•ฐไธ–็•Œใซ่ปข็”Ÿใ—ใชใ„ใจใƒขใƒ†ๆœŸๆฅใชใ„ใฃใฆ็›ธๅฝ“ใ ใญใ€ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใ ใชใๅƒ•ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅ†…ไธ€ไบบใŒไบบๅฝขใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใงใ€ไธ€ไบบใŒๅฐใ•ใชๅญไพ›ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้…ทใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใ„ใ‚„ๆ‚ชใ„ใฃใฆ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ“ใ†......ๅนด็›ธๅฟœใฎใ€ไป˜ใใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚็Šฏ็ฝชใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅนด้ฝขใฎๅญใ‚’ใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃใ€ใƒขใƒ†ใƒขใƒ†ใ ใญใใคใญๅ›ใฏ!ใ€ ใ€ŒๅŽŸๅ› ใฏๅ›ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ใใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใงใŠใฃใฑใ„ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ‚’ๅ‘ณใ‚ใˆใŸใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏๅฆๅฎšใ—ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฏๆญฃ็›ดใ ใญใƒผใ€ ใ‚€ใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ€Žไธ็ด”็•ฐๆ€งไบค้Šใฏ่จฑใ—ใพใ›ใ‚“!ใ€ใจใ„ใฃใŸๅง”ๅ“ก้•ท็š„ใช่ฆ–็ทšใŒๆ€–ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚ใใ‚ใ“ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใจใ‚‚ใŠใ•ใ‚‰ใฐใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่…•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฃใจๆŠœใ‘ๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่‚ฉใซไน—ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ„ใคใพใงใ‚‚ไบบใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฉใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ๅ…จใใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆๆ„ๅค–ใจๅซ‰ๅฆฌๆทฑใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ๅฝผๅฅณใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ“ใ†ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ“ใ‚“ใชๅๅฟœใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅซŒใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็ซ‹ใกๅ ดใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†่กŒๅ‹•ใฏใชใ‚‹ในใๆŽงใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Šใ‚ƒใ€ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ€ ใ€Œใพใใ•ใฃใใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐ็œผใ‚’้›ขใ›ใฐใ™ใใซใ‚ใ‚‰ใฌๆ–นๅ‘ใธใจ้€ฒใ‚€ไบ‹ใฏ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใฆใฎ้€šใ‚Šใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒไธๆฉŸๅซŒใซใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใใ“ใจใงๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ—ใฆใญใ€ ใ€Œ.........!ใ€ ๅƒ•ใŒใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฝผๅฅณใซๅทฎใ—ไผธในใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ‚‡ใจใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใงๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆ•ฐ็ง’ๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใŸๅพŒใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—้ก”ใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใฆๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆกใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใ•ใฃใใพใงๅƒ•ใฎ่…•ใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่ƒธใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ใคใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸๅญใชใฎใซใ€ๅƒ•ๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใใ“ใจใซ็พžๆฅๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŠฑใใฎใ‹ใช? ใ‚“ใƒผ่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅญใ ใ€‚ ใฎ่จŽไผไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆใฎๆ‰‹็ถšใใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ—ใ€ไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญใ€‚ ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใธใจๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฎๆ–นใธใจ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ้›†ใพใ‚Šใ€ๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒ้จ’็„ถใจใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ”–็„ถใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€็ตถๅฅใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ๆญคๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็›ฎใฏๅ…จๅ“กใŒๅ…จๅ“ก้ฉšๆ„•ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅƒ•ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ้ป’้ซชใซ่…ฐใฎๅŒๅ‰ฃ......ใพใ•ใ‹Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณ!?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ใ ใ‚......ใชใ‚“ใงใใ‚“ใชๅฅดใŒใ“ใ“ใซ......?ใ€ ใ€Œใพใ•ใ‹......ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎๅ‡บ็พใ‚’่žใ„ใฆ......ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ‹ใค็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆœ‰ๅไบบใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚็ฌฌไธ€็ทš็ดšใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏ่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒ่ถ…ใฎไป˜ใไธ€ๆตใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€่žใ‘ใฐใ‚ใฎๆˆฆ้—˜็‹‚ใซใจใฃใฆใฎๆกƒๆบ้ƒทใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใจใ„ใ†ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ใใฎๅใฏๅ„ๅ›ฝใซๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€็ขบใ‹ใซไธๆ€่ญฐใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฏEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ„ใˆใฐEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไธฆใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ—ใ‹ๅ‡บใชใ„ๆฅตใ€…ๅนณ็ฉใชๅ›ฝใ ใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’็‹ฉใ‚Šใซ......? ใงใ‚‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใŸใฃใŸไธ€ไบบใงๆ ผไธŠใฎAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’็‹ฉใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ไฝ•ใŒ็›ฎ็š„ใง......? ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉ......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใง่žใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใ€่ถณใŒๆญขใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใž? ๅ—ไป˜ใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ๅฝ“ใฎๆœฌไบบใซใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ๆˆ‘ใซ่ฟ”ใฃใŸๅƒ•ใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ้€šใ‚ŠใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ…ƒใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ๆต็ŸณใฎใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็™ปๅ ดใซใฏ้ฉšใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€็œผใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆๆญคๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆๆ‰‹็ถšใใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃใ€ใ‚ใ€ใฏใ„!ใ€ ใ€Œ่จŽไผ่จผๆ‹ ้ƒจไฝใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ€ ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ‚‰ๆ…Œใฆใฆไพ้ ผๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่œ˜่››ใฎ็‰™ใ‚’ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใซ็ฝฎใใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไบ‹ๅ‹™ๅ‡ฆ็†ใฎๅฎŒไบ†ใ‚’ๅพ…ใคใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ…ŒใฆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰‹ไป˜ใใง้”ๆˆๅ‡ฆ็†ใ‚’็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ€ๅ ฑ้…ฌ้‡‘ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆธกใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ขบใ‹ใซใ‚ขใƒฉใ‚ฏใƒใฎ็‰™ใงใ™ใญ......ใงใฏๅ ฑ้…ฌใฎ้Š€่ฒจ25ๆžšใจใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใง......ใใกใ‚‰ใฎๆ–นใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณๆง˜ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ ใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆๅ—ไป˜ใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซ้ข็™ฝใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่žใ„ใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ้ข็™ฝใ„ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…......?ใ€ ่ชฐใ ใ‚ใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฃใฆใ€‚ๆผซๆ‰ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใชใ‚“ใฆใ„ใŸใฃใ‘? ๅƒ•ใฎ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒใ„ใชใ„ใชใใ€ใ‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅ‰ใซใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่จ€ใ„ๅฏ„ใฃใฆใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅผใˆใฆใชใ„ใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใช? ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎไบบใฏEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šไธ‹ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚่ชฐใ ใ‚? ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“? ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงๅฑ…็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจ้ญ้‡ใ—ใฆ็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็ดšใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใซๅ–งๅ˜ฉใ‚’ๅฃฒใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆ็Ž‡100%ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€่‰ฒใ€…่žใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใƒผ?ใ€ ่ชฐใ ใใ„ใคใ€‚ใฏใฏใฃใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅฅดๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจ้ญ้‡ใ—ใฆ็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใซๅ–งๅ˜ฉๅฃฒใฃใŸ่ฆšใˆใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆ็Ž‡ใ ใฃใฆ100%ใ ใ‘ใฉใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰‹ๆŸ„ใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ„่ชฐใ ใ‚ˆใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซ็œผใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช้ฆฌ้นฟใชใ“ใจใ—ใŸใฎใ€‚ใ‚ใฏใฏใฃใ€ๅ‚‘ไฝœใ ใญใ€ ใ€Ž............ใ€ ใŠใ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅ‘†ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใช็œผใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅคฑ็คผใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ๅ›ใŸใกใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใคใ‚‚้ฆฌ้นฟใซใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚็ตๆง‹ๅ‚ทไป˜ใใ‚“ใ ใžใ‚ขใƒฌใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎๆฃšไธŠใ’ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใžใ€ใใ‚“ใช็œผใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่ฌใ‚Œใ€ๅ›้”ใฎๆ™ฎๆฎตใฎ่กŒใ„ใงๅ‚ทไป˜ใ„ใŸๅƒ•ใซ่ฌใ‚Œ! ใ€Ž............ใฏใใ€ ใŠใ„ใŠใ„ๆบœใ‚ๆฏๅใใชใ‚ˆใ€ๆบœใ‚ๆฏๅใใจๅนธใ›ใŒ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆ่žใ„ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚ใฎๅญ็„ก้ง„ใช็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ ใ‘ใฏ็ตๆง‹ๆŒใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅ‡บใฆใ“ใชใ„ใชใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใฏใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ็œผใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅƒ•ไปฅๅค–ใซใ‚‚ๅฑ…ใŸใ‚“ใ ใญใ‡Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ˆˆๅ‘ณใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ€ๅฑ…ใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใญใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅธฐใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใใคใญๅ›! ๅ›ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ๅ›ใ“ใไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚้ ญใฎๆ–นใพใง่ฟท่ตฐใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชๅฃๅˆฉใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใจใถใฃใจใฐใ™ใ‚ˆใƒผ? ็งใฎใ“ใ‚ใƒผใ„้‰„ๆ‹ณใŒ้ฃ›ใถใ‚ˆใƒผ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ—ไป˜ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใซใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎ? ๅ ดๅˆใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใฏ็งๅ—ไป˜ใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฐŠๆ•ฌใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“......ใใคใญๆง˜ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ“ใ†ใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ†…ใซใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไปฒใŒ่‰ฏใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚็พŽไบบใจ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏไธ€็ท’ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใจ็ตตใซใชใ‚‹ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใฏๅคšๅˆ†ใŠๅ‰ใฎใ“ใจใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใžใ€ ใ€Œใˆ......ๅ˜˜ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใซๅ–งๅ˜ฉใชใ‚“ใฆๅฃฒใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่€ณๅ…ƒใงใฒใใฒใใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่€ณใซๆฏใŒๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆใใ™ใใฃใŸใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคšๅˆ†......็งใจใฎไธ€ไปถใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†......ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎใŠๅ‰ใจ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ๅฏพ็ซ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใ‹่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใช......ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผ......ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‹ใชใ€ๆญฃ็›ด้ขๅ€’ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œ็ด ็›ดใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ ใจ่ชใ‚ใฆ็”จไปถใ‚’่žใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ ?ใ€ ็”จไปถใฃใฆ......ใฉใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚้ขๅ€’ใช็”จไปถใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒ็ฌฌไธ€็ทšใ‚’้›ขใ‚ŒใฆHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰€ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅ–ใฃใฆไป˜ใ‘ใŸๆง˜ใช่ฆๅ› ใ‚’ๆŒ™ใ’ใฆๆฅใŸใ—ใ€็ตถๅฏพ็งใจๆˆฆใˆใƒ•ใƒฉใ‚ฐใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ„? ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใžๅƒ•ใ€2็ง’ใง่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใž? ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ„? ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฃใ€ใ“ใ“ใฏ่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ™ใฎใŒไธ€็•ชใ ใ‚ˆใฃ......่ฉฑ้กŒใ‚’ไป–ใซ้€ธใ‚‰ใ™ใฎ!ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใƒŠใ‚คใ‚นใ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ‚ใƒผใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใชใƒผใซ? ใใคใญๅ›! ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใŸ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅŠฉ่จ€้€šใ‚Šใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ่ฉฑใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ•ใ›ใฆ่ฒฐใ†! ๅคไปŠๆฑ่ฅฟใ€ๆ‹ๆ„›่ฉฑใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŒใŸใชใ„ๅฅณใฎๅญใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†! ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใ“ใฏโ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œๅƒ•ใจไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆใใ ใ•ใ„!ใ€ ใ“ใ†ใ ! ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ็š†ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ไปฅไธŠใฎ้ฉšๆ„•ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ็ŸฅใฃใŸใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้ขๅ€’ไบ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰็œผใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ™็‚บใซๅ…จๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆณจใใ‚ˆ! ใ•ใใฉใ†ใ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘Š็™ฝใ‚’ๅ‰ใซๆœ€ๅˆใฎ็”จไปถ่ฉฑใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใช? ใ€Œ่ฉฑใŒๆ—ฉใ„ใญ! ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใจๅ‹่ฒ ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†! ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰่ฃใฎ่จ“็ทดๅ ดใงๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆไธŠๆฉŸๅซŒใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“่ฆชๅญใŒๅ‹่ฒ ใ—ใŸ่จ“็ทดๅ ดใธใจ้ง†ใ‘ใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใใ†ๆฅใŸใ‹ใ......ใ€‚
Leila Vermilion "Well, ever since I departed from Grandile Kingdom, I arrived at this forest around one week ago but somehow I was lost! It sure a great luck to be able to meet you, Kitsune-kun!" After that we returned to Miniera while bringing along this lively girl, Leila Vermilion. From what she have said, it seems she had been lost inside that forest all thus time. Originally she came here together with her male comrade that made a party with her, but when she lost sight of him, no matter how much she searched for him she was unable to found him, and she who had a poor sense of direction was lost further, and passed one whole week long roaming around this forest till she finally met us today. When she shown us her adventurer card, indeed 'Leila Vermilion - Adventurer Rank: C' Was written there. A C rank adventurer is a considerably powerful person, they are forefront adventurer who aren't just fighting magical beasts but also 'the enemy that possess intelligent' demons head on. For personally meet her I can understand her awesomeness, her indifferent way of speaking and her friendly conduct and behavior, how should I put it, she has no opening. Perhaps, if she is really wants to do it, she should be able to cut my head in an instant, doesn't she? "Then I'm going to go to the adventurer guild of this town! Later!" "Wait a minute, that way is to the outskirt area, where are going to?" "Oh? Ahaha, sorry, sorry... may I ask you to lead me till the guild as well?" After I stopped Leila-chan who was running toward the outskirt area even though she said she wanted to go to the adventurer guild, she embarrassedly joined both of her hands, and asked me so with upturned eyes and a wink. Good grief, Leila-chan is indeed cute. She possess a cuteness where she would surely popular as an idol at my former world. Nevertheless, I'm not such a whimsical person who would keep accompanying such suspicious person who I just met before. If you're really like to lost then just return to the forest and get lost again! "Please " "It can't be helped, isn't it? It's this way." Don't just arbitrarily hug my arm. Isn't it feel good where your soft boobs touching me! Good grief, only this time, I will be kind to such unknown stranger. That's why come clos-- oops, not it, I have no such a thought. Oioi, please don't look at me with that kind of eyes, Rishe-chan. "Kitsune... you...." "That's not it. Helping a troubled person is my nature, you know." "That's indeed right, especially a girl who would press her chest on you, right?" "Boobs are the embodiment of dream, after all, no matter its size is." "He has been corrupted!" Even if Rishe-chan murmured so, I'll keep tread this path. There's no men who hate boobs, after all, and I'm also a proper man, you see! Since at my former I have no such experience even once so what's so bad about it?! "Gununu... go away from Kitsune-san, you burglar cat!" "She's indeed a burglar cat, isn't she?" "Kitsune-sama...." "Eh, what?" After that, the somehow displeased Finia-chan is relentlessly clapping Leila-chan's hands, where Lulu-chan is grasping my other hand. What? Am I finally reached that legendary period? But, for me who died once and got reincarnated into this another world, not getting popular is the most natural route isn't it? I sure am pitiful, aren't I? Nevertheless, since what I got are a doll sized fairy and a little girl, isn't that a bit cruel? No, it isn't like I hate them or anything, it's just... age-wise, I want a girl with age where I won't be charged even if I date her, you see. "Ahaha, Kitsune-kun sure are popular!" "The cause is you, though." "It's not that bad, isn't it? Since because of that you can taste the sensation of boobs, right?" "I can't deny that." "Kitsune-kun sure are honest, aren't you~" Ignoring the sullen Finia-chan and Lulu-chan, but since Rishe-chan's gazes which says a committee chairman-like words "Illicit relationship is not allowed" is quite scary so perhaps it would be best to say good bye to this sensation soon, isn't it? I quietly slip out from Leial-chans arm, and let Finia-chan sit at my shoulder. Don't just keep clapping someone, good grief. Could it be, was Shiori-chan unexpectedly such an easy to jealous person? Since Finia-chan who was born from her is like this, after all. But I never thought Lulu-chan would reacted that way. Perhaps she didn't want to had her family got stolen by someone, right? or so I thought. Considering her place, perhaps she had restrained such conduct as much as possible thus far, right? "Aah, what a shame." "Well, looking at the situation just now, if I left it a little longer I thought it may lead to a bad direction immediately, after all. But, since as you can see Finia-chan and the others are in such bad moon so please bear with it by just holding hand." "....!" When I say so while extending my hand to her, she stares in wonder at my hand. And then, after she stares on it for several seconds, she grasp my hand while slightly blushing. What's up with her? Even though just now she deliberately pressed her chest on me, could it be she is embarrassed to holding hands with me? Hmm, what a hard to understand girl. And like that, I return to the guild while holding Leila-chan's hand. I also have to report the completion of the subjugation of the archne request, after all, so it's just like killing two bird with one stone, isn't it? Opening the door, we enter the guild. And then, all of the gazes are gathered at us, in the next instance --the atmosphere inside the guild suddenly become noisy. Speaking of the dumbfounded person, there are also adventurers who become speechless, all those discerning eyes which gathered here are all filled with a surprised expression. And then, the one who is being looked by those gaze isn't me, but the person beside me... Leila-chan. "That black hair and that pair of sword at her waist... could it be, she is the C rank adventurer, Leila Vermilion?!" "No way... why such a person comes here...?" "Could it be... she heard about the appearance of the{Red Night} here...." Leila Vermilion, a C rank adventurer, moreover a beauty, as expected it seems she is very popular. As a forefront adventurer she must be a very strong person, moreover, didn't she say that she came from that battle junkies eden, Grandile Kingdom? So perhaps it won't be strange that her name has spread through every country, isn't it? Nevertheless, it's indeed strange. There's no adventurers above E rank at this country, if I may add, this is a very peaceful country which no magical beast above E rank. But I can't thought that a sole C rank adventurers like her comes here to hunt an A class magical beast which has a higher rank than her. Then what's her objective...? Come to think of it, she knew my name, but... did we had met somewhere? "Kitsune-kun, your legs stopped, you know? Aren't you going to the receptionist desk?" "Ah, yes." Being told so, the just returned me immediately move to Mia-chan's place. As expected even Mia-chan is also surprised by the appearance of Leila-chan, she's gazing at us with round eyes. "Mia-chan, I come here to report the completion of the request." "Eh, ah yes!" "Here are the subjugation proofs." When I talk to her, Mia-chan flusteredly takes out the application request. After Rishe-chan places the fang of the spider at the counter, we wait till Mia-chan finishes the procedure. Even when she is flustered, Mia-chan swiftly finishes the completion request procedure which she had got used to do, and hands over the reward. "I presume these are indeed the fang of the archne... then, here's the reward, twenty five silver coins." "Thanks." "And then... the esteemed person there are, are you perhaps Leila Vermilion-sama?" "That's right~, nice to meet you, receptionist-san. Leila Vermilion, I came here because I heard that there was an interesting adventurer here, you see." "Eh? Interesting, adventurer...?" Just who is this interesting adventurer? Was there any adventurer who do a comedy show? As far as I know, I know none of them, could it be it was the man who wooed Mia-chan without looking at the mirror some days ago? But since that man was an E rank so he was lower than Leila-chan, right? Then just who is it? Finia-chan? "Yes, he is the adventurer who stays as a H rank adventurer ever since he became an adventurer, the adventurer who survived when he encountered {Red Night} , the adventurer who picked a fight with the A rank knight leader, the adventurer with 100% request completion rate, I'd heard many things about him, you see~." Who the hell is he? Hahaha, there's no way such person exist, right? I'm indeed an H rank adventurer and survived when I encountered {Red Night} , but I have no memory picking a fight with that uncle, and I indeed have 100% request completion rate but that's all like Finia-chan's achievement, after all. "Oioi, who is that idiot who did such idiotic acts which even piqued the interest of a C rank adventurer? Ahaha, what a masterpiece." ""....."" Oi, what's up with you guys? Please don't look at me with that astonished eyes of yours. That was indeed a bit rude, but didn't all of you always mocking me for always staying as an H rank adventurer? That was hurting me a bit, you know? I always got such treatment, you know? If you look at me with that kind of eyes then apologize, apologize to me who had been hurt by such act every day! ""....haa."" Oioi, don't sighing, I'd heard that when you sigh, your happiness would run away along with it, you know? Since the one who said it was Shiori-chan so there's no way it might be wrong, since if it's only about such trivial knowledge, she was quite knowledgeable, after all. Nevertheless, unexpectedly it seems there's also other H rank adventurer other than me, huh, since I have no much interest about another adventurers so it can't be helped if I don't know about it. "What a shame, it seems he isn't here, well then, see you later Leila-chan. We're returning now." "Ahaha, what are you talking about, Kitsune-kun! It's about you, you know." "Ahaha, back to you, what are you talking about, Leila-chan. Are you even lost in your head?" "If you say that again I'll hit you, you know~? My scary~ fist may fly, you know~?" "Receptionist-san, how the guild would explain about this man? Depending on your answer, I may respect you, you know? Receptionist-san." "I'm sorry... Kitsune-sama is always like this." Before I noticed it, it seems Mia-chan and Leila-chan are somehow on good terms. Seeing a beauty and a cutie together sure is a pleasant thing. "Kitsune, the adventurer who had been mentioned by Leila, I think, perhaps it's you, you know?" "Eh... you're kidding, right? Since I never picking a fight with uncle, after all." When I say so, Rishe-chan come close to my ear and whispers about what Leila-chan just said. It's so ticklish when her breathing touch my ear. "Perhaps... I think that's regarding the case with me... since the you at that time, no matter how you see it, it could only be seen as you confronting my father, after all...." "Eh... then what should I do, to be frank I think it would be very troublesome, though." "How about just obediently admit it, and then ask what her business is?" Business... no matter how I think about it, it must be a troublesome business, isn't it? A distant apart forefront C rank adventurer comes to an H rank adventurer like me, you know? Moreover, she came with such dubious reason, without a doubt it's a flag when she would ask to fight against me, you know? Is that really okay? I'll lose you know? I'll lost in two seconds, you know? Even so, is that really okay? "Kitsune-san, at a time like this, glossing it over is the best option... just change it to another subject!" "I see, nice advice, Finia-chan... umm~, Leila-chan!" "Yes, what~? Kitsune-kun! Are you finally understand it?" Taking Finia-chan's advice, let's change the subject here! No matter the time and place, there's no girl who hate love story, right?! That's why, right now-- "Please go out with me!" How's that! The surrounding peoples are showing a more surprised expression than at time we entered here, but I have no time to care about such a thing, to evade any troublesome thing, I'll pour all my might here! Good, how's that, Leila-chan, will you still be able to utter your business even after received my confession? "You sure understand it fast! Then, let's have a match! I'll wait you at the training ground, underground the guild." After saying so, Leila-chan start dashing toward the training ground where Rishe-chan once had a match against her father there. "...." It finally come to this, huh....
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ใฏใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใจใฏๆฏ”ใน็‰ฉใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„็จ‹ๆญฃ็ขบใซๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸๅœฐๅ›ณใซๆฒฟใฃใฆไพ้ ผไบบใฎ่‡ชๅฎ…ใธใจๆญฉใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่‚ฉใซไน—ใ›ใ€่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใช่ก—ไธฆใฟใŒใ‚†ใฃใใ‚ŠใจๅพŒใ‚ใธๆตใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆไบ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใใฎๆ€ๆกˆ้ก”ใซๅใ—ใฆใ€ๅณๆ‰‹ใซๅœฐๅ›ณใฎๆใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใƒกใƒขใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎๅทฆๆ‰‹ใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ้ ฌใ‚’ๆ“ฆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€ใ„ใ‚„ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใญใ€‚ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎไธญใ˜ใ‚ƒๅนณๆฐ—ใช้ก”ใ—ใฆใŸใฎใซใชใใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใฎๅ‰ใ ใ—ๆ ผๅฅฝไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฎดใ‚Š้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚็‚นใงๆ ผๅฅฝใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใญ!ใ€ ๅฎŸใฎๆ‰€ใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ้š›ใฎใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใฏๆทฑๅˆปใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆญฉใ่บซไฝ“ใŒ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใš็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใฎๅ†…ใซใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่€ๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๆต็ŸณใซEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›่€…ใฎๆ‹ณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆ็„กๅ‚ทใจใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใงใฏใ‚„ใ›ๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใงใชใ‚“ใจใ‹่€ใˆใŸใŒใ€ๅฎŸใฏ็ตๆง‹่บซไฝ“ใฎ็ฏ€ใ€…ใŒๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—่พ›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv1ใ€ใŒไฝœ็”จใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹็—›ใฟใฏใชใ„ใฎใงใใฎใพใพใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไธญใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้€š่ฒจใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใฎ็™ป้Œฒใฎ้š›้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžšใ‚’ๆ‰•ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏไบ‹ๅ‰ใซๅ€คๆฎตใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚นใƒ ใƒผใ‚บใซ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใพใ ้€š่ฒจใฎไพกๅ€คใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆ่ฒทใ„็‰ฉใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใชใ‚‹ในใๆ—ฉใๆœ€ไฝŽ้™ใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅธธ่ญ˜็š„ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่žใใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใฆๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹็ด ๆ€งใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ๅฅดใชใฉใ€ๆ€ชใ—ใพใ‚Œใฆๅฝ“็„ถใ ใ€‚ใŸใ ใงใ•ใˆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’็€ใฆใ„ใฆๅฅ‡็•ฐใช็œผใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ......ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰€ใซ่กŒใฃใฆๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใŠใ†ใ‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‚’?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€้€š่ฒจใฎไพกๅ€คใ‚’ใญ......ใงใ‚‚็ตๆง‹ใŠไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใชใ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ‚ใจใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’้ ผใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚่€ƒใˆใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๆ—ขใซ้Š€่ฒจ3ๆžšๅˆ†ใฎๅ€Ÿใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใพใ ่ฒทใ„็‰ฉใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใปใฉๆ•ฃ่ฒกๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใŠ้‡‘ใฏๆŒใกๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใงใ€ใใ‚ŒใฏๅพŒๅ›žใ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆญฉใ„ใฆ่กŒใใจใ€ไพ้ ผไธปใฎ่‡ชๅฎ…ใธใจ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ่‡ชๅฎ…ใฎๅ‰ใงๆŽƒ้™คใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ„ใŸใฎใงใ€ไพ้ ผไธปใŒใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„?ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒชใƒผใƒณใ•ใ‚“ใฎไพ้ ผใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ไพ้ ผไธปใ•ใ‚“ใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใˆใฃใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏใ€็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใจใพใงใฏ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„้ก”็ซ‹ใกใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่Œถ่‰ฒใฎ้ซชใ‚’ๅคชใ‚ใฎไธ‰ใค็ถฒใซใ—ใฆ่‚ฉใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่€…ใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅนด้ฝขใฏๆใ‚‰ใ13ๆญณ็จ‹ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้ ญไธ€ใค็จ‹่ƒŒใฏไฝŽใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใฏใŸใจๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใบใ“ใ‚Šใจ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ™ใ€ใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใ–ๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™! ็งใŒไพ้ ผไบบใฎใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒชใƒผใƒณใจใ„ใ„ใพใ™!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใจ......ๅ›ใŒไพ้ ผไบบ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„! ไปŠๅ›žใฏใฉใ†ใžใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไพ้ ผใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใจ้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžšใจใ„ใ†ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‹ใ‚‰่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ไพ้ ผไบบใฏไธ€่ˆฌไบบใ‹ใคๆˆไบบใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไฝใฎไบบใ‹ใจไบˆๆƒณใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ไบˆๆƒณใซๅใ—ใฆๅฐใ•ใชไพ้ ผไบบใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžšใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Š้ซ˜้กใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ใจ่€ƒใˆใคใคใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใซ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใซ่‹ฅๅนฒๆ€ฏใˆใŸ้ขจใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใใคใญใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใคใญใฃใฆๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ใใ‚Œใงใ€ไพ้ ผๅ†…ๅฎนใซใคใ„ใฆใ ใ‘ใฉ......้€ƒใ’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใƒšใƒƒใƒˆใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใฉใ‚“ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€็ซ‹ใก่ฉฑใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใฎใงไธญใธใฉใ†ใž!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ—ใฆใ€ไพ้ ผๅ†…ๅฎนใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฑใซๅ…ฅใ‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ„ๅค–ใซใ‚‚ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฏ่‡ชๅฎ…ใฎๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆไธญใธใจๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใฏใ„ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใใ†็ฐกๅ˜ใซๅฎถใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใจๅฟƒ้…ใซใชใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฎถใฎไธญใธใจๅ…ฅใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ไพ้ ผๅ†…ๅฎนใฏ่‡ณๆฅตใ‚ทใƒณใƒ—ใƒซใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒชใƒ“ใƒณใ‚ฐใฎใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซใคใ„ใฆๅง‹ใพใฃใŸใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎ่ฉฑใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจใ€้€ƒใ’ใŸใฎใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใƒžใƒ ใƒฉใƒ“ใƒƒใƒˆใจใ„ใ†ๆ„›็Žฉ็จฎใฎๅ‹•็‰ฉใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ‹•็‰ฉใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ„ใŸๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๅ…Žใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ€ๆ‰‹ใฎๅนณใซไน—ใ‚‹ใปใฉๅฐใ•ใ„ๅ…Žใ ใ€‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ใƒใƒ ใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผ็จ‹ใฎๅคงใใ•ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฐใ•ใ„ๆ•…ใซ่ธใฟใคใถใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅฑ้™บใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€ใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚ธใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆ้ฃผใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚ธใฎ้ตใ‚’้–‰ใ‚ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—็œผใ‚’้›ขใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซใ„ใชใใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ๅฎถใฎไธญใฏ้š…ใ€…ใพใงๆŽขใ—ใŸใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใŠใใ‚‰ใๅค–ใธๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎไธก่ฆชใ‚‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใƒžใƒ ใƒฉใƒ“ใƒƒใƒˆใ‚’ๆบบๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๆ‡ธๅ‘ฝใซๆŽขใ—ใพใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‚‚ไป•ไบ‹ใŒๅฟ™ใ—ใใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆœ็ดขใซๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๅ‰ฒใ‘ใชใ„ใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซๅ ฑ้…ฌใฏไธก่ฆชใŒๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใƒŸใƒ‹ใƒžใƒ ใƒฉใƒ“ใƒƒใƒˆ......ๅๅ‰ใจใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใฏใ„! ใƒŸใƒŸใจใ„ใ„ใพใ™!ใ€ ใ€Œๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใญใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆŽขใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œไปปใ›ใฆใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ใ“ใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณๅฆ–็ฒพใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚Œใฐๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆบ€ใ€…ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ไธญใ€…้ ผใ‚‚ใ—ใ„ใ€‚้ ญใ‚’ใบใ“ใ‚Šใจไธ‹ใ’ใ‚‹ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎ้ ญใ‚’ใฝใ‚“ใฝใ‚“ใจๅฉใ„ใฆใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎๅฎถใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใƒ‹ใƒžใƒ ใƒฉใƒ“ใƒƒใƒˆใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏๅฐใ•ใ„ๅ…Žใงใ€ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎ้ฃผใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€ŽใƒŸใƒŸใ€ใฏ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใชๆฏ›ไธฆใฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚่ก—ใซๅ‡บใ‚Œใฐ่ก—่กŒใไบบใฎไธๆณจๆ„ใง่ธใฟใคใถใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซ่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๆฌก็ฌฌใซๆŽขใ™ใฎใฏๅŠน็Ž‡ใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใ€็ญ–ใ‚’็ทดใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐใ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็‹ญใ„ๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏไบบใฎใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…้ฃผใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ไบบๆ‡ใฃใ“ใ„ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ…Žใฏๅ…ƒใ€…ๅฏ‚ใ—ใŒใ‚Šๅฑ‹ใงใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใ‚’ๆบœใ‚ใ“ใฟใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐ็›ดใใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ๅๅˆ†ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹......ไปŠใ“ใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงใ€ŽใƒŸใƒŸใ€ใŒ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใชใ„ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ€่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ—ใฆใŠใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ! ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆๆŽขใ™ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚......ใˆใƒผใจ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๅค•ๆ–นไฝใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซ้›†ๅˆใฃใฆใ“ใจใงใ€ ใณใ—ใฃใจๆ•ฌ็คผใ‚’ใ—ใฆ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใ€ใใฎใƒ†ใƒณใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใฎใพใพใฒใ‚…ใƒผใ‚“ใจ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใง่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚่ทฏๅœฐใซๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ€ๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใ€่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’้–‹ๅง‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใƒžใƒ ใƒฉใƒ“ใƒƒใƒˆใ€ๅˆไพ้ ผใฎไป•ไบ‹ใŒใ“ใ‚“ใชใซ้›ฃๆ˜“ๅบฆ้ซ˜ใ„ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไป•ไบ‹ใฏใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใ“ใชใ—ใŸใ„ใชใใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎ็ฌฌไธ€ๆญฉใจใ—ใฆ่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใ€่ถณใ‚’ๅ‰ใธใจ่ธใฟๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€ ใใฎๆ™‚ใ€ ๅ…จใฆใŒใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚“?ใ€ ่ธใฟๅ‡บใ—ใŸ่ถณใฎไธ‹ใซใ€ไฝ•ใ‹็•ฐ็‰ฉใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ๆ„Ÿ่งฆใงใ€ใใซใ‚…ใฃใจๆฝฐใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใช้Ÿณใ€‚ๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„ŸใŒใŒใ‚“ใŒใ‚“ใจ่ญฆ้˜ใ‚’้ณดใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใฃใจ่ถณใ‚’้€€ใ‘ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏใ€ ใ€Œ......ใพใฃใ—ใ‚ใช......ๆฏ›?ใ€ ็™ฝใ„ๆฏ›ไธฆใฟใฎๅ…ŽใŒใ€ๆฝฐใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ปขใŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„......ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใชใ„ใฃใฆ......ใ‚ใ–ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚‰ใจๅซŒใชๆฑ—ใŒ้ ฌใ‚’ไผใ„่ฝใกใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎๅ ดใซใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใฟใ€ใƒŸใƒ‹ใƒžใƒ ใƒฉใƒ“ใƒƒใƒˆใ€ใ€ŽใƒŸใƒŸใ€ใ‚’ไธกๆ‰‹ใซไน—ใ›ใฆๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚็•ฐ็‰ฉใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆ่ถณใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ›ใ„ใ‹ใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๆฝฐใ‚Œใฆๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ถณใฎๅœงๅŠ›ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใŠใใ‚‰ใๅ…จ่บซใฎ้ชจใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚่ก€ใ‚’ๅใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใดใใดใใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็—™ๆ”ฃใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซ็€•ๆญปใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃในใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ‹ใช......ใ€ ๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏไธๅนธใซใ‚‚ใคใ„ๅ…ˆใปใฉไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใง่กŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎใพใพใงใฏใ€ŽใƒŸใƒŸใ€ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚‰......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏใ“ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ—ใŸใฃใฆ่จ€ใŠใ†......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆœ€ๆ‚ชใฎไบ‹ๆ…‹ใ‚’ๆƒณๅฎšใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆ้ง†ใ‘ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎๅพŒใ€ๅนธใ„ใชใ“ใจใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใ™ใใซ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็‹ญใ„ๆ‰€ใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ้š…ใ€…ใพใงๆŽขใ™ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๆถˆใˆใŸ่ทฏๅœฐใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—้€ฒใ‚“ใ ๅ…ˆใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๆŽ’ๆฐดๆบใฎไธญใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅŠๆฎบใ—ใฎ็›ฎใซ้ญใ‚ใ›ใŸใ€ŽใƒŸใƒŸใ€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ™ใใซๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚็€•ๆญปใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใฎใƒŸใƒŸใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใงๅ‚ทใฏๅ…จใฆๆฒปใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ไธ€ๅ‘ฝใฏๅ–ใ‚Š็•™ใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌ่ชฐใ‹ใซ็ฝชใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹็ ด็›ฎใซใชใ‚‰ใชใใฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œๆญปใ‚“ใ ๆ™‚ใฎไบ‹ใพใงใฐใฃใกใ‚Šๅฏพ็ญ–ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใญ! ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ไบบใซๆ“ฆใ‚Šไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใชใ‚“ใฆๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใถใฃใกใ‚ƒใ‘่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸๆ–นใŒๆฅฝใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใ€ŒๅŠดๅƒใฏ็”ŸๆดปใฎๅŸบๆœฌใ ใ‚ˆใฃ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใฏใ„......ใพใใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงไพ้ ผใฏ้”ๆˆใ ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ‰‹ใฎไธŠใง็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ŽใƒŸใƒŸใ€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚้‹ใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒŸใƒŸใŒไธๅบฆ็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใพใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰้‹ใŒๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงไฝ•ใจใ‹ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’่ฒฐใ†ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎๅฎถใธใจๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใƒŸใƒŸใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ ใ€‚ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎๅฎถใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใ™ใใ ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญฉใ‘ใฐใ™ใใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“ใ€่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ ใ€Œใˆใฃ!? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ๆ—ฉใใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‹!?ใ€ ใ€Œใใฎ่พบใ†ใ‚ใกใ‚‡ใ‚ใ—ใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ•ใพใˆใฆๆฅใŸใ€ ใ€Œใใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ€ใงใ™ใ‹......ใ‚ใ......ใƒŸใƒŸใ€่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ......!ใ€ ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎๅฎถใฎๆ‰‰ใ‚’็„ก้ ๆ…ฎใซ้–‹ใ‘ใฆใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใ‚’ๅ‘ผใถใจใ€้ฉšใ„ใŸๆง˜ใช้ก”ใงๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ‰‹ใฎไธŠใซใ„ใ‚‹ใƒŸใƒŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใฎใ‹่‡ช็„ถใจๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใƒŸใ‚’่ธใฟใคใถใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ“ใจใฏ้š ใ—้€šใ™ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€่จ€ใˆใ‚‹็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’่ฒฐใ†็‚บใซใฏใ€ไพ้ ผไธปใฎใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ‚’่ฒฐใ„ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ—ไป˜ใซๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‹ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆใ‚’ๅ—็†ใ€ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆธกใ™ใจใ„ใ†ๆ‰‹็ญˆใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใฎๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸ็ด™ใ‚’ใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅ‡บใ›ใฐไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ใƒŸใƒŸใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎๅ‡„ใ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใจๆ„Ÿ่ฌใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ˜ใใ˜ใใจ่ƒธใ‚’็—›ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๅ›žใƒŸใƒŸใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใฎใงใ€็‰ฉๅ‡„ใ„็ฝชๆ‚ชๆ„ŸใซๆŠผใ—ๆฝฐใ•ใ‚Œใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ไพ้ ผใฏใ“ใ‚Œใง้”ๆˆใ—ใŸใ€ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆๅฎฟใ‚’ๆŽขใ•ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจ......ไฝ•ใ‹ๅ›ฐใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ„ใคใงใ‚‚้ ผใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธญใฎ็ฝชๆ‚ชๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๅนพๅˆ†ใ‹ๆ‰•ๆ‹ญใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใŒใพใŸใ‚ญใƒฉใ‚ญใƒฉใ—ใŸ็žณใง่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใฆใใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‘ใ—ใฆ็œผใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ใˆใˆใ€ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใใใใ•ใจใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขๅฎ…ใ‚’ๅŽปใฃใŸใ€‚ ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ…ฅใฃใŸๆ™‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใจ็œผใŒๅˆใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎ้šฃใฎๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒใ‚ใ‚Œ?ใจใ„ใฃใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใงๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใฏๅˆฅใซใƒŸใ‚ขใŒๅฅฝใใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ—ไป˜ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰่ชฐใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏใŸใพใŸใพๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ‰€ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใชใ‚“ใจใชใ็ดๅพ—่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ„ใฃใŸๅฟƒๆƒ…ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ‹—ใญใŸๆง˜ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚......ใฏใ„......?ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ€ใ„ใˆ......ๅฐ‘ใ€…ใŠๅพ…ใกไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ ้šฃใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ‚‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๆ–นใ‚’ใกใ‚‰ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๆ…Œใฆใฆๅ—็†ๅ‡ฆ็†ใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใฎไพ้ ผๆ›ธใซ้”ๆˆๆธˆใฟใฎๅฐใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ€ใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใฎๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸ็ด™ใจไธ€็ท’ใซๆŒ‡ๅฎšใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใธใจๅŽ็ดใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’็”จๆ„ใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใซใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใฎๅฅฅใธใจๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ‚’ๅพ…ใค้–“ใ€ใผใƒผใฃใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ˜ใจใฃใจใ—ใŸ็œผใงๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็จใ‚€ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆฅใซไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใงใ™ใ€ๅค‰ๆ…‹ๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œ? ๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ? ใใคใญใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใคใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸๆ…‹ๅบฆใ‚’ใจใฃใฆใใฃใฝใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใฆใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒใใ‚“ใชๆ…‹ๅบฆใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅฟƒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚Š้ŽใŽใŸใฎใงไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใซ่งฆใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ปใ‚ฏใƒใƒฉ็™บ่จ€ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใพใŸๅซŒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๆใ ใ€‚ ๅ˜†ๆฏใ—ใฆใƒŸใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒใใฃใฝใ‚’ๅ‘ใใชใŒใ‚‰ใกใ‚‰ใกใ‚‰ใจๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใŒใฃใใ‚Šใจ่‚ฉใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใ€ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚„ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข้”ใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎใใ‚“ใชๅงฟใŒ็ใ—ใใ€็œผใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚ŒใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใซๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ใŠๅพ…ใŸใ›ใ—ใพใ—ใŸ! ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใ€ๅ ฑ้…ฌใฎ้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžšใจใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†! ใ‚„ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใŠ้‡‘็จผใ’ใŸ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใŸใญใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅญใ‹ใ‚‰้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžšใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆธกใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจๅ…ฑใซใฏใ—ใ‚ƒใๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ๅฎŸใฎๆ‰€ใ€้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžšใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…็จผๆฅญใงใ„ใˆใฐๅคงใ—ใŸ้กใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจ็จผใ„ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไบŒไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ้šฃใซๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้’ใ„้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฏ้ก”ใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใ€ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใงๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‹ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„......ใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใพใŸไป้ ‚้ขใ‚’ไฝœใฃใŸใ€‚ ใชใซใฏใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆ้ †่ชฟใชๆป‘ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
Kitsune that left the Guild walks towards the job giver's house while referring to the map he got without comparing it to Mia's map. Finia sat on his shoulder. through a busy street with plenty of houses with a bit of an atmosphere, he contemplates about something. though contrary to a face that's supposed to contemplate, he's holding the map on his left hand, and strokes his right hand at his cheeks, the one Geno just hit. [Kitsune-san, are you ok?] [Well.. I'm not ok.. i got a headache] [even though you put a cool face in the guild huh...?] [no...no... because i want to pose in front of the ladies] [Even though in the end it didn't look cool at all and you even flew by that punch huh...] honestly, the damage he received is heavy, he looked wobbly when he walked. Kitsune's [Resilience] can receive pain. even though he receives an attack from a rank E Jitsuryoku owner, but he's not wounded. inside the guild earlier, somehow Kitsune can held himself, although in fact parts of his body is already active. maybe his [Pain nullification] is already active so he didn't felt any pain and just took the hit. At that time, what Kitsune was thinking about is money (T/L: who wouldn't) about the earlier, he paid 1 silver coin for registration in the guild, but that's because he already knew the price he needs to pay beforehand, everything runs smooth, but for other prices, Kitsune is not aware of it yet. Though he can try shopping later, but as best as he can, he would like to know the living costs. but, to ask common sense in this place will embarrass him. to ask things that you're supposed to know is suspicious. another thing, Kitsune is wearing a school uniform from another world which caused strange looks towards him. [what should i do huh.... should i come to Rishe's and ask to be taught...] [about what?] [well about money usage... but i've caused enough trouble already.. if i troubles her more than this.. ah better to do this later...] Kitsune thought to ask Rishe, but he already got 3 pc of silver coins. to ask more help from her would embarrass him.basically he just wanted money to shop, but since he don't have enough money, he dump the thought. and then, he looks at the map while walking, and reach the job issuer house. since there is a girl cleaning, Kitsune decided to ask about the job order. [Excuse me] [yes?] [I'm a Rank H adventurer that come for Ms. Miria Airin's job request.... is she around?] The girl turned around, and though she's not a beautiful girl, but she have a cute face. the girls seems to be cheery with a brown hair, with a three net braid, which is placed on her shoulder in the front with steady character. her age is probably 13 years old and around 1 head shorter than kitsune. the girl, realizing that Kitsune is a Rank H adventurer bows her head. [ah... so...sorry thanks for coming all this way! i'm the one issuing the job request. my name is Miria Airin] [Eh.. ehm... you're the one that requested this job?] [Yes! please lend me your support!] Kitsune is a bit surprised... if thought from the content of the job and 1 pc silver coin reward, Kitsune assumed that the job requester was an adult, but contrary to his assumption, it's just a little girl. Or is 1 pc of silver coin is not a big amount of money, that's what he thought, Kitsune then gave a thin smile to Miria. though Miria felt a shiver with his smile... [Ehm... my name is Kitsune. you can call me Kitsune ok] [Yes, then about the content of the job, what does it mean by run away pet?] [well, yes... since we're talking while standing, why don't we come in to the house first, please!] after the introduction, Kitsune immediately started discussing about the content of the job. but he was taken aback that Miria opened her door and took him inside. is being an adventurer gives you the right to enter someone Else house this easily?, is this allowed?... the content of the job turns out to be simple. Based on MIria's information, it's about a pet called Minimum Rabbit that runs away. Minimum Rabbit is like a pet class animal that you can keep. this rabbit is different with Kitsune's world rabbit, where this world rabbit can be placed on your palm... a very tiny rabbit... the size of a hamster would be more appropriate. with such small size, then it's dangerous if it were trampled upon. and seems that when it was fed, she forgot to lock the cage, and was gone by the time she realized it. her family searched the whole house but couldn't find it. there is a possibility that the rabbit has left the house. at least that's what they thought, so they issued a job request. Miria's parent also loved the rabbit so they looked everywhere, but due to their work, they can't spend so much time to look. in other words, it's the parent's that will pay the reward. [fu--n.... Minimum Rabbit... does she has a name?] [ah... yes! her name is Mimi!] [that's a nice name.... i'll try to look for her... hope we can find her fast] [Leave it to me, Miria chan! everything gonna be alright with this beautiful fairy, Finia!] Kitsune listed to the explanation, then stood. Finia also looked determined, and trustworthy looking. while patting Miria's head, Kitsune then left the house. Minimum Rabbit, if looked with just an eye, is a small rabbit, and the one raised by Miria is called [Mimi], it seems to be an albino kind. so if it made it out of the city, there's chance that it will be step upon by people walking by. it must be found soon. basically for Kitsune, he thought it's inefficient if the search is based on clues only. so he must have a plan. [ok, for now, since Finia chan is small, please try to find it in small spaces. i will look in places with peoples.. since there is some possibilities that it's tamed.and also, basically rabbits are stressful in a quiet environment. if it were like that there's a high chance it will die... even now, there's possibility that [Mimi] is already dead, so we have to be ready about it] [ok... understood! i will look for her!] [ah... and also,,, if it gets dark, let's gather somewhere] Finia nod fiercely, and then with a resolve, flew away. she entered a small street afterwards. Kitsune that sees her off starts his search. Minimum Rabbit... Kitsune didn't thought that his first job will be this hard, but even so he thought to keep on going. then, as the first step, he swings his feet forward. at that time, everything, [-----n?] under his feet... there's a strange object.. it felt squishy and in just a few millisecond, it was squished with a sound like "guuu~". slowly he removed his feet, and there it was.... [.... so white.... hair?] the cute pet rabbit, lies there... squished. [...no no no... no... it's not there just now... it's not there.... i didn't mean to....] While panicking and sweating on his cheek, Kitsune took the Minimum rabbit on his palm. is it because of his mistake that he didn't saw the foreign object and step on it?. Mimi is not fully squished and dead, but due to the pressure from Kitsune's leg, seems that the bone on it's body were broken. and from the mouth, blood was spilling, and if you see some parts were twitching... and the shaking body. it's fully in critical condition. [Damn it... where did Finia went...] Kitsune is out of luck, Finia that can use healing magic just flew off somewhere. if this continues [Mimi] can die. [If it dies.... we just say it's already dying when we found it ok..... Finia~~~chan!] Kitsune is in critical situation, he run to find Finia. After a short run to the last area he was with Finia, and walk forward a bit. he found her in the gutter. seeing Mimi who were half killed by Kitsune, Finia castes her Magic heal. even though Mimi was in critical condition, thanks to Finia's heal, it was completely healed and somehow return back to life. [ahhh.... in any case, thankfully nobody realized anything about earlier situation... thank god] [it was about to die, you have to do things rightly you know! and you want to blame other people, you're the worst!] [seems you're more glad about the dying thing than the founding thing huh] [working is the essence of life you know! kitsune san!] [welll... yea... what ever, job's done!] seeing Mimi fell asleep on his palm, Kitsune said that. Maybe it was luck for Kitsune that Mimi showed up on the right time. well.... if Finia is not around you can say he's unlucky, but even as such, now he can receive the reward. together with Finia, Kitsune returned back to Miria's house. of course Mimi was brought by him as well. although he just left Miria house a short while ago.... by that short while he's already struggling hard. [Miria chaa~n, we found her--] [Huh? Kitsune san, isn't this a bit too fast!?] [Because it she was playing around here, that i was able to catch it] [ah, re... really... really.... aaa... Mimi... thank goodness!!] The door of Miria's house is wide open when he called her, and her face looks surprised. but, when looking at Mimi in Kitsune's hand, she smiled gently spontaneously.. maybe she felt relieved. Kitsune had trampled Mimi and almost made her died... he hid that fact. in other words, no way he'll ever say that. To get the reward after finishing the job, the signature of the job giver must be obtained, and brought to the receptionist at the guild. afterwards he will get a "job complete" and the reward. Kitsune that doesn't understand that was explained by Miria, and given her signed sheet. [so if i give this to Mia chan then my job will be completed right?] [Yes, Thank you for finding Mimi! Kitsune san!] Seeing her innocent smile and gratitude, all that flows to his heart. and since he did nearly squashed Mimi, he felt sinful. but anyway, the job is finished, and after finding compensation, he must find a place to stay. [Ehmm.... if you have any trouble, whatever it is, you can ask me anytime] by saying that, Kitsune felt he 'shared' his sin. Miria's eyes is still shining, and Kitsune didn't look at her eyes. Well.. he just couldn't. after saying that, Kitsune rushed out of Miria's house. Kitsune was running away by coming back to the guild. he met Mia when he entered but he come to the receptionist that gave him the map. "Mia is over there right?", she said that after seeing Kitsune, and Kitsune didn't realize that. It's not that Kitsune didn't like Mia, but if it's just Receptionist, anyone will do for him. so this time he came back to the receptionist that gave him the map. but even so, Mia thought whether Kitsune will approach her desk and he felt that Kitsune didn't understand her. well.. He didn't understand it, and she puts an annoyed looks. [EH? ah... ok...] [Is there something wrong?] [N... No... please hold on a moment] the Receptionist takes a glance at Mia, and hurriedly process the reward after listening to Kitsune. Miria's job is finished... she stamp the documents, and put the paper with Miria signature into one folder. While Kitsune is processing his reward, and were waiting for the receptionist going inside, he was daydreaming, but somehow felt a stare. he looked at Mia .....Jiii~~~, there's Mia cold glance at Kitsune. [Nn? whats up Mia chan] [No, there is nothing at all, Hentai-Sama!] [eh eh? you forgot my name? it's Kitsune, Kitsune you know!!?] [Dunno] Listening to Kitsune, Mia put stuck up face and throw her face aside. Kitsune tilts his head confused at Mia's attitude, why is she doing that... it makes him think, and then he decided not to be hasty. maybe he somehow say or do "sexual harassment" again so he is hated again. Kitsune look away from Mia that looks like sighing. Mia looks outside while glancing at Kitsune, But Kitsune already looks away from her. looking at that, Mia felt disappointing and again took a deep breath (sighing "fuuu~~~"). this attitude makes the people around the guild, including the other receptionists looks at Mia because she rarely display this kind of attitude. they're looking while surprised though Mia didn't realized it as well. [Thank you for the wait! here is your reward, 1pc silver coin] [Yes, thank you! Yes Finia chan! i finally got some money for our livess!] [Yess Kitsune san!!] The lady receptionist that came back to her deck gave the silver coin to Kitsune and Finia that looks very excited. honestly 1 pc silver coin is not that big money for an adventurer's reward. if you can complete a magic beast subjugation job for rank F adventurer, the money they can get is a lot more. seeing those two, the blue haired receptionist that sits next to Mia blushed, and mumbled happily. [Cu...Cute....] Hearing that, again Mia's face became sour. Well at any rate, with this, Kitsune had a good start as an adventurer.
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ใŒ็œผใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใซ่ฆ–็•Œใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎใฏๆœจ็›ฎใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅคฉไบ•ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅทฆๆ‰‹ใง้ก”ใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‹ใจใ€้ก”ใฎๅทฆๅดใซใฏๅŒ…ๅธฏใŒๅทปใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่ชฐใ‹ใฎๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใฆใŒๆ–ฝใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅฏใ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€่บซไฝ“ใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆฏ›ๅธƒใŒใฑใ•ใ‚Šใจ่ฝใกใŸใ€‚ๆง‹ใ‚ใšๆจชใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ›ใฐๅฑŠใ่ท้›ขใซๆœจใฎใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใใฎไธŠใซๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็‰ฉใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŠ้ขใจ็ฐกๅ˜ใช้ฃŸไบ‹ใŒ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰่ถณใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใ€ใŠ้ขใ‚’้ ญใฎๆจชใซๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซไป˜ใ‘ใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ“ใฏ......ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ่ชฐใ‹ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณไปฅๅค–ใซใฏ่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่ชฐใ‹ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๅงฟใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ€‚ใŠ้ขใ‚’ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใง่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใŠ้ขใฎไธญใซใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใฎไบˆๆƒณใงใฏใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ใ“ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธปใจๅ…ฑใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใ„ใพใพใงไธ€็ท’ใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ…ฑใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒใ„ใชใใชใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ไธญใ€…ๅฏ‚ใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่…นใ‹ใ‚‰็ฉบ่…นใฎ้ŸณใŒ้ณดใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใ€ใ“ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅพ—็ญ–ใงใฏใชใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธŠใซ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸๆ•ฐๅ€‹ใฎใƒ‘ใƒณใจๆžœ็‰ฉใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไบบใฎๆ‰‹ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅŠ ๅทฅใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้šๅˆ†ใจไน…ใ—ใถใ‚Šใชๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆ„Ÿๅ‚ท็š„ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ไธ€ๅฃ้ฃŸในใ‚Œใฐๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‹ใชใ‚Š็ฉบ่…นใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธŠใซใ‚ใฃใŸ้ฃŸไบ‹ใฏๅ…จใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใฎใฎๆ•ฐๅˆ†ใงๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่…นใซๅŽใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใตใ…ใ€ใŠ่…นใ‚‚่†จใ‚ŒใŸใ—......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš......ไบŒๅบฆๅฏใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚„ใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†! ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ไปŠใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใ‚“ใซใกใ‚ใฎๆ™‚้–“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญ! ใใฃใฉใ‚ใตใŸใฌใƒผใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏ......ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎไปŠ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ‰‰ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซ่…ฐๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸ้€”็ซฏใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆฏ’่ˆŒใ‚’ๅใใชใŒใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ƒธใซ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅ‡บๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ‰‰ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใใ“ใซใฏใ€็ท‹่‰ฒใฎ้ซชใ‚’ๅพŒ้ ญ้ƒจใงใŠๅ›ฃๅญใฎๆง˜ใซ็บใ‚ใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅนด้ฝขใฏๆก”้ŸณใจๅŒใ˜ไฝใ€็ฟ ่‰ฒใฎ็žณใŒ็‰นๅพด็š„ใงใ€ๆœใฎๅˆใ„้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹่‚ŒใซใฏๅŒ…ๅธฏใ‚„่ปŸ่†ใŒๅคšใ่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็œผใ‚’ๆƒนใ„ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ็‰‡ๆ‰‹ใซๆบใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใพใšใฏใ“ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธปใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใญใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏไป–ไบบใฎๆ‚ชๆ„ใฎๅคšใ„็’ฐๅขƒใงๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ‚’้Žใ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€ใพใŸใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ไป–่€…ใฎๆ‚ชๆ„ใซ้šๅˆ†ใจๆ•ๆ„Ÿใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซๆ‚ชๆ„ใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใจใ‚Šใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใ‚’ๅ’Œใ‚‰ใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ใใ‚Œใง......ๅ›ใŒๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใซๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฆๆบ€่บซๅ‰ต็—ใชใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰ๅŒป่€…ใซ่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ๆ‰€ใชใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€็ด ๆ€งใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ๅฅดใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใช......ใใ‚Œใซๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใฏๅทฆ็œผไปฅๅค–ๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใš็งใฎไธ‹ๅฎฟใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซ้‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ๅทฆ็œผใฎๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใฆใ‚‚ๅ›ใŒ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ ใŒๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใใจๅ‚ทๅฃใŒๆ‚ชๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅ›ฝ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใ“ใ“ใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใจใ„ใ†ๅใฎๅ›ฝใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ•ใ„ใซๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏๆท€ใฟใชใ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ“ใ“ใฏ่ก—ใงใฏใชใๅ›ฝใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใฏๅ›ฝใฎไบบๅฃๆ•ฐใฎๅธธ่ญ˜ใŒ้•ใ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‰ฒใ€…ไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅ†ๅบฆ็คผใจๅ…ฑใซ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ๅ›ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ™ใพใชใ„ใ€็ดนไป‹ใŒ้…ใ‚ŒใŸใช......็งใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๆ–นใงๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏ่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใคใญใงใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“? ใƒŠใ‚ฎใƒŠใ‚ฟ......ใŒใ€ๅๅ‰ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒๅๅ‰ใชใ‚“ใ ......ใใฃใ‹ใ€ใ“ใฃใกใงใฏๆก”้Ÿณใƒป่–™ๅˆ€ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใฃใกใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใจ่‰ฒใ€…้•ใ†ไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅๅ‰ใ‚’่จ€ใ„็›ดใ™ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆˆ็จ‹ใจ้ ทใใชใŒใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใๆ‚ชใ„ๅฅดใงใฏใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใช......ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใใคใญใŒ่ตทใใ‚‹ใพใงใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจๅฐ‘ใ—่ฉฑใ—ใŸใŒใ€่ฉฑใ—ใฆใฆๆ‚ชๆ„ใฏๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ้ ผใ‚€ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใญ......ใˆใƒผใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใพใ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ๅฅฝใใซๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆกใฃใฆใ€ๆกๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€็น‹ใŒใ‚ŒใŸไบŒไบบใฎๆ‰‹ใซไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใคใ„ใฆใ€ใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ‘ฝๅใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ใใ‚“ใชใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใŠไบ’ใ„ๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš้ฃŸไบ‹ใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจๅ…ฑใซ้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใฎ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่…ฐๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซใคใ„ใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใจใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ“ใ“ใฏๅฎฟใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงๆก”้ŸณใŒใ„ใŸ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไป–ใซใ‚‚ๅนพใคใ‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅฎฟใฏๅฎขใ‚‚่ชฟ็†ๅ ดใŒไฝฟ็”จๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃŸๆ–™ใ•ใˆ็”จๆ„ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๅฅฝใใซ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏใ“ใฎๅฎฟใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ–™็†ใ‚’่ฒฐใ†ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’ๆ‰•ใˆใฐๆœๆ˜ผๆ™ฉใจไธ‰้ฃŸใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใๆŒ‡ๅฎšๆ™‚้–“ๅ†…ใซ้ฃŸๅ ‚ใซๆฅใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ใ€Œใใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏใŠ้‡‘ใฎ็„ก้ง„ไฝฟใ„ใฃใฆไบ‹ใซใชใ‚‹ใญ!ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใซๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ ทใใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใจใ€ใใ“ใพใงๆฅใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฎฟใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’ๆ‰•ใˆใฐ้ฃŸไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€ใ ใŒๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจ้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ๆ–™็†ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€ใ€ๅคฑ็คผใช......ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆ–™็†ใฏๅพ—ๆ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅ‹้”ใซใ‚‚ๅบ—ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใ‚‚ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไฝœใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅบงใฃใฆๅพ…ใฃใฆใฆใใ‚Œใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใจใŠใ‚Šใซ็ฉบใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซ่…ฐๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ่ชฟ็†ๅ ดใฎๅ…ฅๅฃใซๆญฉใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ€ๅฅฅใธใจๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่บซไฝ“ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธŠใซ่ถณใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆๅบงใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ๅƒ•ใ€ใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ๅฏใฆใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“? ใˆใƒผใจใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซ็€ใ„ใŸใฎใฏๆœๆ–นใ ใ‹ใ‚‰......5ๆ™‚้–“ไฝ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹......ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจไธ€็ท’ใซ่ฒทใ„็‰ฉใซๅ‡บใฆใŸใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใฉ......่ก—......ใ‚ใ‚ๅ›ฝใ ใฃใ‘......ใฎๆง˜ๅญใฏใฉใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซใคใ„ใฆใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’่žใใ ใ™ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใจใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซๆฅใŸ็›ฎ็š„ใฏ้ญ”็ฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๅฎ‰ๅ…จ็ขบไฟใจใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซใคใ„ใฆใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’้›†ใ‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๅคขใฎใพใŸๅคขใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใง็”Ÿๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจ่‡ชไฝ“ไธๅฏ่ƒฝใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจใฎไผš่ฉฑใฎๆ–ญ็‰‡ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅŽ้›†ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใพใšใฏๅๅ‰ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏๅ’Œๅใฏ็ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ€็‰‡ไปฎๅใฎๅๅ‰ใŒๅธธ่ญ˜็š„ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจๅไป˜ใ‘ใŸใฎใฏไธญใ€…่‰ฏใ„้ธๆŠžใ ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€่‡ช่บซใฎ็งฐๅทใจใ—ใฆใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซ่กจ็คบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใปใฉใฎใ€Ž็•ฐๆง˜ใ€ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ้š ใ—ใฆใŠใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ„ใฆ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใŒ่ช็Ÿฅใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒใฏใฃใใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใพใงใฏใ€‚ ใพใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆœ่ฃ…ใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ ใ€‚ไธ€ๆ–‡็„กใ—ๆ•…ใซใ“ใฎๆœ่ฃ…ใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๅฅณๆˆฆๅฃซใฎๆง˜ใชๆœ่ฃ…ใ‚’้‘‘ใฟใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆœ่ฃ…ใŒใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใŠใ„ใฆ็ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฏๅฎนๆ˜“ใซ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใง็”Ÿๆดปใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏๅคšๅฐ‘ใชใ‚Šใจใ‚‚ใŠ้‡‘ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ€‚ๆ—ฉใ‚ใซๅƒใๅ…ˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใชใ„ใจใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใฃใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œๅ†’้™บ่€…......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ•ใฃใ่ฒทใ„็‰ฉใซ่กŒใ้€”ไธญใง่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ‚“ใ ! ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰! ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซใ‚‚่žใ„ใฆ็ขบ่ชใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใจใ„ใˆใฐใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๅฎš็•ชใ ใ€‚ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ๆณจใ—ใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚’่จŽไผใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ€่–ฌ่‰ใ‚’ๅŽ้›†ใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงไพ้ ผ่€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ ฑ้…ฌ้‡‘ใ‚’่ฒฐใ†ไป•ไบ‹ใ€‚ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ๅฑ‹ใฎๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œๆ•…ใซๅฑ้™บใŒไป˜ใ็บใ†ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใจๆˆฆใ†ใƒชใ‚นใ‚ฏใฏ่ก—ใซ้€ƒใ’ใฆๆฅใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ„ใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไปฎใซๅนณๅ’Œ็š„ใชไพ้ ผใ ใ‘ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใ€Ž้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ€ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚......ใใ‚Œใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ใ‹ใชใ......ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๅๅฟœใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใใฎไบบใฎใ€Ž็ด ๆ€งใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ้‡่ฆ–ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๅฎขๅ•†ๅฃฒใซๅฐฑ่ทใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅ‡บๆฅใใ†ใซใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚็ด ๆ€งใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„็”ทใ‚’ๆŽฅๅฎขๆฅญใซๆบใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹่€…ใชใฉใ€ใใ†ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใชใซใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใพใ ๆœ‰ๅŠนใ‹ใช? ......ๅƒ•ใ‚’่ญทใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ‚„ใคใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏ็งใŒ่ญทใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ‚ใจใงใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใญใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€่ชฐใซใ‚‚ๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„็จ‹ๅบฆใซใฏใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ไธ€็ท’ใซ้ ‘ๅผตใ‚ใ†ใญ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฎใƒชใ‚นใ‚ฏใฏ่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€‚ใใ†ใ—ใชใ„ใจใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅง‹ใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใธๆˆปใ‚‹็‚บใฎๆ‰‹ๆฎตใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใคใพใ‚Šใ€ไธ–็•Œใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ้Ž็จ‹ใงใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚„ไบบใจๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจใฏ้ฟใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๆฑบๆ„ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใจใใ“ใธใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใฎๆ‰‹ใซใฏใ‚ตใƒฉใƒ€ใจใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ญใŒๅ™จ็”จใซๆŒใŸใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎ็š„ใซใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใจใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใฏ่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใฎใชใ„้ฃŸๆใŒไฝฟใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ€ไฝ•ใฎ่‚‰?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅ›ฝใฎ่ฟ‘ใใซ็”Ÿๆฏใ—ใฆใ‚‹้ณฅๅž‹้ญ”็ฃใƒˆใƒชใ‚นใฎ่‚‰ใ ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ญใŒใ€ไปŠใพใง่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’่„…ใ‹ใ™ๆ•ตใ ใฃใŸ้ญ”็ฃใฎ่‚‰ใ ใจ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅพฎๅฆ™ใชๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚้ฃŸในใฆใฟใฆใ€ใพใŸๅ‘ณใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใฎใŒๆ›ดใซๅพฎๅฆ™ใชๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใจใชใ‚Šใงใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ญใ‚’ใ‚‚ใŽใ‚…ใ‚‚ใŽใ‚…ใจ้ ฌๅผตใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฟ…่ฆใจใ—ใชใ„ๅฆ–็ฒพใฎๅฝผๅฅณใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญไพ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใพใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆๆ–™็†ไธŠๆ‰‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฏ็งใ‚‚ๅพ—ๆ„ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใพใใ€ๅ‰ฃใฎ่…•ใฏใพใ ใพใ ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ใ€Œๅ‰ฃ......ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€็งใฏใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฎ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ?ใ€ ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎไป–ใซใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹็ต„็น”ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ„ใ†ๆ‰€ใฎ่ญฆๅฏŸใฎๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’่ญฆ้‚ใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ€็Šฏ็ฝช่€…ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š็ท ใพใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹็ต„็น”ใ ใ€‚้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฏใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใชใ‚‰่ฉฆ้จ“ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ใใ—ใฆๅˆๆ ผใ™ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚็ตฆ้‡‘ใฏๆ‰‹ๆŸ„ๆฌก็ฌฌใงๅข—ใˆใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅคฑๆ…‹ใ‚’็Šฏใ•ใชใ„้™ใ‚Šไธ€ๅฎš้‡‘้กใฏไฟ้šœใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹่ทๆฅญใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่จ€ใ†้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹็‚บใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹็‚บใซใ€ๅฎŸ้š›ใซ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใซใ„ใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใปใฉใใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่€…ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆ•™ๅฐŽ้จŽๅฃซใ‹ใ‚‰่ฉฆ้จ“ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹่จฑๅฏใŒ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใซใชใฃใฆใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚......ใ‚‚ใ†ไบŒๅนดใซใชใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใพใ ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒ่ถณใ‚Šใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใ•ใ‚Šใจๆฅใ‚‹็™บ่จ€ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใช......ใใคใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŠใ„ใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ้œฒ้ชจใซ่ฉฑใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ•ใชใ„ใงใใ‚Œใ€ ใใ‚“ใช่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใใฎๆŒจๆ‹ถใฏใชใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใพใๅƒ•ใฎใ„ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใฎ้ฃŸไบ‹ไฝœๆณ•ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉ......ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸไบบใ‚„ๅƒ•้”ใฎ่ก€่‚‰ใซใชใฃใŸๅ‘ฝใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ€ใ ใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใธใ‡ใ€่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใŸใ„ๆ„่ญ˜ใ ใชใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰้ฃŸๅ™จใ‚’็‰‡ใฅใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใŸ่ชฟ็†ๅ ดใซๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ—ใฆๆด—ใ„็ต‚ใˆใŸใฎใ‹ๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใง......ใใคใญใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ่ฉฑใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
When kitsune's awoken, his first view was a wooden roof. After a while, he touched his face with his left hand, and found some bandages on his face. Seems that somebody has nursed him, isn't it!? Kitsune raise his body and take a look around him. It seems that somehow he ended up on a bed, and his blanket fell slowly. Glancing to his left, there's a wooden desk that can be reached just by stretching his hand. On the desk his mask is laid, and some simple food is served. He hastily stood up from the bed, and wore his mask. [.... Where is this?...] No matter what, this place seems to be somebody's room. Though there's nobody here aside from kitsune now, if he waited around there might be someone coming back. Kitsune tries to find finia, by wearing the mask, he saw [status judgement], and somehow after checking, finia is not there. In his assumption, maybe she is with the person staying in this room. Feeling the partner that walks with him all this time suddenly disappear makes him felt very very lonely. After a while, his stomach starts to grumble. Even so, he thought, that getting out of this room is not the best choice for him, then kitsune took on his hand some bread and fruits from the table. He's aware that he kept eating the food in his hand, he felt some sentimental feelings about it, at first it's just a bite but afterwards he can't stop eating. No matter what he's really hungry since he ate all the food on the table. [...Fuu, my stomach is bigger now.... So sleepy... let's get some more sleep] [.... Oo, good morning finia-chan] [yes, good morning! In other words its guu~dafteeeernoon!!] [hahaha.... By the way, how did you get in?] [from the door!] Kitsune sit back on the bed as finia arrives. And as usual finia throws some rude remarks straight to kitsune. While kitsune gazed on the only entrance - exit in the room while listening to finia. On the door there's a female with a scarlet hair, with dango like hair. She looked like kitsune's age, her eyes are green which makes her different from most other people, and on her skin in the middle of the clothes, there's bandages and ointment, lots of it. But aside from that, the sword on the female is what amazed kitsune. It is a {one hand slayer} sword. First things first, he need to know about the girl in this room. On kitsune's word, the girl started to smile bitterly. In his own world, kitsune gave of an unpleasant feelings which more of a malice to people around him, he pass his days like that, and even after coming to this world, he is unsure whether he will experience such life again, he's feeling sensitive that he would make such atmosphere. But after seeing her, he felt the girl doesn't seem to feel like that, so his wariness eases up a little bit. [e-too, then, you are the one that helped me?] [a,aa... since you collapsed with body full of injuries in from of the city gates-na, I wanted to show the wounds to a doctor but... I don't understand how it could have happened... beside, your left eyes wound seemed not so severe, so I brought you to my room here] [i see.... Thank you. Then you are also the one that healed my left eye?] [yes, if left alone, the wounds will get worse-na] [here, is a country?] [nn? This is miniera country] The lady answered kitsune question without hesitation. Seems this place is a country, not a city... since this is a different world, for kitsune it seems that the common sense of population of a country is different. Anyhow, since he has troubled the girl too much, again he bowed his head and said his thanks. [ee~to, your name is?] [ah forgive me... its a bit of a late introduction-na.. My name is trishe rumiela. But you can call me trishe] [un, mine is naginata kitsune... ah, you can call me kitsune] [un, the name is not "naginata"?] [no, in my place, its called "kitsune"... I see, here it would be kitsune naginata instead] Kitsune re-said his name while thinking that this world and his world has some differences. Seems that trishe understood it and offers her hand. Then, kitsune started to approach and also give hand for hand shake. [well, seems you are not an evil person-na.... And again, while waiting for you to regain consciousness, I talked with finia, and seems there is no bad intention from you. So nice to meet you ne] [un, ah nice to meet you too... ee-to, rishe-chan] [my name is trishe... but never mind, call me as you like] Kitsune shakes her hand then finia sits on both their palm, while smiling. Kitsune and rishe, laughed together after seeing finia innocent smile. [well then, let's just have some meal for now. I already went shopping with finia earlier] [that so?] [yes that so!] Kitsune who's sitting on the bed immediately raise his body, and rishe came out of the room. After coming out of the room, it seems this room is used for travelers. Aside from the room kitsune was in, there's several other similar looking room. And if they go down from the end of the corridor, they arrived in a void. There's several table lined, and it seemed to be a canteen/tavern. The canteen, itself links with the receptions, and there's a lady that looks like a [japanese restaurant mistress] stood there. [in this inn, the guest can use the kitchen, so when you want to, you can cook your own favorite food] [hee... in other words, you can also ask for food from this inn?] [ah, if we pay, we can get 3x meal per day, morning, noon, and dinner. Well, even so, you still have to come on the set time of the day-na] [well if so then, the money is wasted then (t/n : useless basically)] Kitsune nodded on the explanation by rishe, and finia seems to emit a feeling of understanding as well. And, up to there kitsune realized... food can be served by the inn if you pay, but earlier rishe and finia mentioned they went out to buy groceries. In other words... [rishe-chan can cook?] [hemm... how rude... even though like this, i'm a good cook, my friends even told me I can even opened up a shop at my cooking level] [aa, I will make some for finia as well, please sit and wait ok] Kitsune and finia both sat on an empty table as rishe said. Then rishe went into the kitchen and disappears. After kitsune saw that rishe went into the kitchen, he relax his body and, finia that are stretching her legs while sitting on top of the table gazed around and yawned. [finia-chan... how long was i... asleep?] [ee? Umm, we've been in this country since morning, so... around 5 hour?] [i see.. Then, you said you went out shopping with rishe.. In town... ah no... this country... what do you think about this country?] Kitsune listen to the information about this country from finia. Since the beginning, their plan coming to this country was to find safety from magic beasts and to gather information about this world. If it's not possible to collect information about this country for even a tiny bit, then the dream to return to the previous world is just a dream, and they won't be able to survive in this world right? Kitsune who's listening from bits of rishe's chat, slowly starts to understand about this world. First is name, which is family name is not common in this world. So names with katakana is common sense (t/n note : not sure about this one). If it's finia the nits called finia (t/n: seems the author is trying to express naming by katakana to be the norm here). In any case, in this country kitsune will not introduce himself with family name. Like finia what called him [kitsune], then he would introduce himself as such. And keep his coming in from another world as a secret. Listening to kitsune's talk, finia who are bonded with him, nodded without asking the reason. [Isekai/ other world], as a name that was given by himself alone is a strange enough] has been shown by status. It's better to keep it hidden for now. At least until he can understand the people that's living in this world. In addition to that, the clothes kitsune wore is a high school uniform. Since he's poor he has no intention to replace his clothing. But even so, by seeing trishe's uniform that looks like a female soldier, kitsune's clothes is weird in this world. That is easy enough to understand. [at the very least, to survive in this world. No matter how little, money is needed. I have to get some work soon] [a, ok then let's try to be an adventurer!] [adventurer?] [yes, when I was shopping I saw! Its [adventurer's guild]! I asked rishe as well, there's no doubt about it!] Adventurer's guild. Kitsune listen and think about it. Guild is a standard in fantasy world. Accepting request to defeat magic beast, or gathering medicinal herbs, then receiving monetary compensation for it. It's basically a good place. However, danger constantly follows this. For kitsune whose run to the town was to escape from fighting magic beast, this is the least he of what he wanted to do, and, even only temporarily, wanted to live in peace. [People that kills magic beast] is of course scary to their surrounding. [but we can't just do that...] From rishe's reaction, even in this world, [such people] can be understood that they have some weights. By that, the chance of being hired by service industry is non existent. Nobody will entertain someone with unclear pasts, no one. That's why adventurer job where there is no past will be asked and getting compensation for it, is the best place for kitsune to get some living cost with his current condition. [finia chan] [yes, what is it?] [is it still valid? The promise that you will protect me?] [........... Of course, I will protect you kitsune san] [ok then, let's join the guild. But, finia chan] [nn?] [i will also become strong... at least strong enough to not get killed by someone else] (t/n: is it someone else? Or something else as in magic beast? Dunno but the translation said someone else) [..... Yes, let's fight together!] Kitsune decided, he will take a small chance. Otherwise he won't start anything at all. Starting now, he will find a way to return to his world. In other words, even fighting this world will be fine. On the plate rishe brought, there's salad and steak, appearance wise, it's not so different with his world, but there's also something else that he never seen before. [this, what kind of meat is this?] [ah, this is torisu meat. Its a magical beast bird class that lives in a nearby area] The steak served in front of him, is known as the meat of the magic beast that endangers him and his partner. He tried eating it and more or less the good taste makes him feels complicated But when he saw finia chan next to him exerting a mogyu mogyu expression with a meat in her mouth, he thought ..... Never mind.... [un, this is tasty. Rise chan is good at cooking] [thanks, but this is all I can cook, well... if its sword related then its still nothing] [sword.... in other words, Rise Chan is an adventurer?] [ah no, i'm an apprentice [Knight Group] of this country] [Knight Group?] Rishe explained to him while eating. Seems that in this town aside from [adventurer's guild], there is also an organization called [knight's group]. In kitsune world, this is known as police, they're an organization that patrols the city, and do crime control. [Knight group] is people that took the test to see their ability. And if they pass, they can become knights. The salary also increases according to their ability, as long as they don't do violation, the income is guaranteed. Then, what rishe said as apprentice knight, to have jitsuryoku to become a knight, in reality is a guidebook obtained from knights in the [knight group]. To get this jitsuryoku, you have to get an approval to take the test from the knights academy. [rishe chan, how long have you been an apprentice knight?] [ah, around 2 year, but... seems that my jitsuryoku is still lacking] [don't say things that hurts... kitsune] [a, this is tasty!] [don't change the subject!] While chatting like that kitsune finishes his meal. [what does that means?] [emm, well.. Its an expression for food in my hometown] [i see, what is the meaning of it?] [ehm, it's an expression of gratitude for families or friends that gave the food required to live, something like that?] [... He, it's a followable common sense -na] While talking like that, rishe gathers the plates and utensils. Carried it to the kitchen to wash it then came back. [now.... What will kitsune do?] With rishe's word, all the tale of kitsune will be started.
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ๆก”้Ÿณใจๅ‡ชใฎ้•ใ„ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ใใคใญ้”ใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ‚‚็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚“ใช่ฉฑ้กŒใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซ่…ฐๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่†ใฎไธŠใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅบงใ‚Šใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅƒ•ใฏๅ‚™ใˆไป˜ใ‘ใฎๆค…ๅญใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏ่ƒŒใ‚‚ใŸใ‚Œใฎๆ–นใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ•ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฏพ้ขๅบงไฝใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅบงใฃใฆใ€่ƒŒใ‚‚ใŸใ‚Œใซ้ ฌๆ–ใ‚’ใคใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฃใฆ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......้จŽๅฃซ้”ใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆœ‰ๅใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹‡่€…! ไฝ•ใใ‚Œใ™ใฃใ”ใ„ใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ‚คใ‚คใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏใพใ ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใ‘ใ€ ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ‚ฐใƒชใƒ ใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏไพ้ ผ้ธใณใซ็ฒพใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ่ฉฑใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใ‘ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้ญ”็Ž‹ใŒๅพฉๆดปใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใฆใญใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆใ€‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใช? ใงใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆนงใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ“ใธ่กŒใฃใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‹......็ขบใ‹ใซ่กŒใใฎใฏใใ†้›ฃใ—ใใชใ„ใŒใ€ใ‚ใใ“ใฏๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎๅ›ฝใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ‚ใใ“ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏไฝ™็จ‹ๅผทใใชใ„ใจๆท˜ๆฑฐใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใž?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ•ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ใใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใซใคใ„ใฆ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆนงใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๆˆฆใ†ใจใ‹ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ่€ƒใˆใฆใชใ„ใ—ใ€ ใถใฃใกใ‚ƒใ‘ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ไฝ•ใŒๆฅฝใ—ใใฆๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎใƒใƒˆใƒซใ‚ธใƒฃใƒณใ‚ญใƒผใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ„ใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใธ่กŒใใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ˆใใ‚‚ใพใ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ‚ทใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚’้ซ˜ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใญใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅผฑใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅŒ็จฎใฎไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆท˜ๆฑฐใ™ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ......ใŸใ ใฎใ„ใ˜ใ‚ใฃๅญใฎ็™บๆƒณใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅผฑใ„ๆ–นใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€ใจใ‹็ตถๅฏพ่จ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„่ฟทๆƒ‘ใ ใ‚ˆใใ‚“ใชๅ›ฝใซๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใชใ‚‰็ตถๅฏพๆ€’ใ‚‹ใญใ€ใ‚ใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ‚„ใฃใฑๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰้ป™ใฃใฆใพใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใŒ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’่ฒฏใ‚ใฆใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆฅใฎๅ›ฝใธ่กŒใใฎ? ๆฅฝใ—ใฟใŒๅข—ใˆใŸใญ! ใฉใ‚“ใชๅฅดใงใ‚‚ใ“ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆถˆใ—็‚ญใซใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๆ™‚ใจๅ ดๅˆใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใงใญ?ใ€ ๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๆฌก็ฌฌใซ็‡ƒใ‚„ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅ ชใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใชใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚Šใ‹ใญใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ•ตๆ„ใฎ็œผๅทฎใ—ใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ็ขบๅฎŸใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใใฎๅ†…่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใฎใซใ‚ถใ‚ฏใƒƒใจใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ! ใ€Œใพใใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€็ตๅฑ€ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆ......ใ•ใ—ใ‚ใŸใฃใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…็™ป้Œฒใงใ‚‚ใ—ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใจใ‚‚ใŠๅˆฅใ‚Œใ‹ใ€ไธญๅญฆ้ซ˜ๆ กใจไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใไธญใงๅˆฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฏ‚ใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏไธ€ๅบฆใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใชใใ€‚ใใ†่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใชๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎใใ‚“ใชๅ‘ผใณๆŽ›ใ‘ใงใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅ‹•ใๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ไธ€ๆ–นใใฎ้ ƒใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใ‚’ๅฌๅ–šใ—ใŸๅ›ฝใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ€‚ ๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใฏใ€ๅๅ‰ใ‚’ใ€Ž ้ซ˜่บซ้•ทใงใ€ใŠใใ‚‰ใ180cmใฏๅ„ชใซ่ถŠใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ‚ฌใƒชใ‚ฌใƒชใช็ดฐ่บซใ‚„็ญ‹้ชจ้š†ใ€…ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€ๅผ•ใ็ท ใพใฃใŸ็ญ‹่‚‰ใจๆ•ดใฃใŸๅงฟๅ‹ขใ€ๆ‰€่ฌ‚็ดฐใƒžใƒƒใƒใƒงใจใ„ใ†ในใไฝ“ๆ ผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‰‹่ถณใ‚‚้•ทใใ€ๆ•ดใฃใŸ้ก”็ซ‹ใกใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใ‹ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ„ใ†็งฐๅทใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šใฎ็พŽ้’ๅนดใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅญฆๆ กๅธฐใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใฎใงๅˆถๆœใฎใƒ–ใƒฌใ‚ถใƒผใ‚„ใ‚บใƒœใƒณใ‚’็€ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ๆ€ฅใซๅ…‰ใซๅŒ…ใพใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใˆใฐ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๅทซๅฅณๆœใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ„ใŸใ€ใจใ„ใ†่ช่ญ˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€็พใ‚ŒใŸๅทซๅฅณใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจๅไน—ใ‚Šใ€ๅ‡ชใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใฎๅผทใ‹ใฃใŸๅฝผใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใš่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ......!?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใพใง! ๅ‹่€…ใ€ใƒŠใ‚ฎ!ใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฌๅ–šใ‹ใ‚‰ใŠใŠใ‚ˆใไบŒๆ—ฅใ€‚ๅฌๅ–šๅพŒใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใŒใŸใ‚ใซๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅฌๅ–šใ—ใŸใจใ„ใ†่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸๅ‡ชใฏใ€ๅ†ท้™ใชๆ€่€ƒใง็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚’่ฝใกไป˜ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใฐๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆˆปใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€ใใ—ใฆ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๅทซๅฅณ้”ใฏๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่งฃๆฑบๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใŒ็ง˜ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œใฐๅๅˆ†ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใฏๆŒใกๅ‰ใฎๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ่ฒฌๅ‹™ใ‚’่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‡ชใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹่จ“็ทดใซๅ‚ๅŠ ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏๅ‰ฃ้“ใ‚„ๅˆๆฐ—้“ใชใฉใ€ๆง˜ใ€…ใชๆญฆ้“ใ‚’็ฟ’ใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ๅ…จๅ›ฝๅคงไผšใงใ‚‚ๅบฆใ€…ๅ„ชๅ‹ใ‚„ไธŠไฝๅ…ฅ่ณžใจๅใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ—ใฆใใŸๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅฝผใฏใ€ใ™ใใซ่จ“็ทดใงใƒกใ‚ญใƒกใ‚ญใจๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•™ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ใ‚นใƒใƒณใ‚ธใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅธๅŽใ—ใ€็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—็ทด็ฟ’ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใŸๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้š›ใซใ€ๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๆ•ฐๅ€ใฎ่บซไฝ“่ƒฝๅŠ›ใซใพใงๅผทๅŒ–ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€่จ“็ทดๅˆๆ—ฅใซใ—ใฆไธฆใฎๅ…ตๅฃซใงใฏๅคชๅˆ€ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„็จ‹ใซๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......ใตใƒผ......ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ€ใฉใ†ใžใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ไปŠใ‚‚ๆจกๆ“ฌๆˆฆใซใฆๅ‹ๅˆฉใ‚’ๅŽใ‚ใŸๆ‰€ใ ใ€‚ๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ‡ชใซๆฑ—ๆ‹ญใ็”จใฎๅธƒใ‚’ๆธกใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‡ชใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใฆ็คผใ‚’่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆ‹ญใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‡ชใฏใ“ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจใ„ใ†ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎ็ซ‹ๅ ดใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅทซๅฅณใฎๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ่บซใ‚‚ๅฟƒใ‚‚ๆงใ’ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใใฎๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅคœไผฝใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒ่บซไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็žณใซๅฎฟใ‚‹่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธ€็›ฎใง็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฎไบ‹ใฏใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจๅ‘ผใณๆจใฆใงๆง‹ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚‰ไฟบใ ใฃใฆๆง˜ไป˜ใ‘ใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใฏๅ‹‡่€…ๆง˜ใงใ™ใ€ๆ•ฌๆ„ใ‚’ๆ‰•ใ‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ‹ใชใ......ใ€ ๅฎŸใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ฆชใ—ใๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใพใ ๅ‡บไผšใฃใฆไบŒๆ—ฅใงใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅ‹‡่€…ใซ่บซใ‚‚ๅฟƒใ‚‚ๆงใ’ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๅฝน็›ฎใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ๅฃใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅคงๅˆ†ใŠๅผทใใชใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใญใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€่ˆฌๅ…ตใงใฏ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ไฟบใ‚‚ใพใ ใพใ ใ ใ‚ˆ......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ธใ‚ซใƒซไปปใ›ใงๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใจใฏ่จ€ใ„้›ฃใ„ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒใ€ใตใƒใ˜ใ‹ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......่บซไฝ“่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉ......ใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใฏๅ‘ไธŠๅฟƒใŒใŠๅผทใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใญใ€ ใใ™ใใ™ใจ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใ€ๅ‡ชใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใ€‚ๅทซๅฅณๆœใจ้ป’้ซชใŒใƒžใƒƒใƒใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ๆธ…็ด”ใชๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใชใ‚‰ใ•ใžใ‹ใ—็•ฐๆ€งใซใƒขใƒ†ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใจๆ€ใ†็จ‹ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ๅผทใ„ใ‚“ใ ? ใ„ใพใ„ใกใƒ”ใƒณใจๆฅใชใใฆ......ใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏใ“ใ“ใงใ€่ฉฑใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ใพใ ็•ฐไธ–็•ŒใซๆฅใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใงใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ๅผทใใฆใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใฏใฉใ‚Œใปใฉๅผทใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใพใ ๅŸŽใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใŸใ“ใจใŒ็„กใ„ๅฝผใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใใฎๅ•ใ„ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆ€ๆกˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่ฟทใฃใŸ้ขจใซ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ 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้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎๆ‰‹ใฏใ€ใ™ใใใ“ใพใง่ฟซใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใซใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’้ ญใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ใ€‚ๆ•™ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฎŸ่ทตใ—ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใฎๆ—ฅใฎ่จ“็ทดใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅ‡ชใฏ100ไบบใฎไธ€่ˆฌๅ…ตใจไธ€ไบบใšใคๆจกๆ“ฌๆˆฆใ‚’ใ—ใ€ๅ‹ๅˆฉใ‚’ๅŽใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅทซๅฅณใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใƒปใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒŸใ‚จใƒƒใ‚ฟใฏใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่จ“็ทด็–ฒๅผŠใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใฎๅ‡ชใซ่‚ฉใ‚’่ฒธใ—ใ€ๅฝผใซไธŽใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจ้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ€‚่’ใ„ๆฏใ‚’ๅใๅ‡ชใฎๆฑ—ใ‚’ใ‚ฟใ‚ชใƒซใงๆ‹ญใใ€ๆฐดใ‚’้ฃฒใพใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้™็•Œใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใ‚‚ใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใงใ€ๆฑ—ใ‚‚ๅฐ‹ๅธธใงใฏใชใ„ใปใฉใซๆบขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใใฃ......ใฏใใฃ......็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸ......!ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใŠ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅคงไบ‹ใซใชใ•ใฃใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใฃใฏใฏใฏ......ใฏใ......ใฏใ......ๅคขไธญใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•......ใฏใ......ใฏใ......ใตใ…......ใ€ ๅฟƒ้…ใใ†ใซๆณจๆ„ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใซใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคๆฏใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ‚‹ๅ‡ชใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๅ‘ผๅธใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€้€”็ซฏใซๆฑ—ใŒๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฑ—ใ€ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใช......ใ€ ใ€Œๆตดๆงฝใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใŒๆ•ดใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใŒใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅ…ฅใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใซๆกˆๅ†…ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅคงๆตดๅ ดใธใจ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๆฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚็”ทๆนฏใจๅฅณๆนฏใงๅˆฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็”ทๆนฏใฎๆ–นใธใจๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซใ€ๅฝผใฏๆก”้Ÿณใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๆ–‡ๅญ—ใ‚‚่ชญใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€็”ทๆนฏใฎๆ–‡ๅญ—ใ‚‚ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ชญใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๆœใ‚’่„ฑใใ‚นใƒšใƒผใ‚นใฏๅบƒใใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‡ชใฏใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Š้ขจๅ‘‚ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŠใŸใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใชใ‚‰ไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆœใ‚’่„ฑใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใ‚‡ใฃใ€ใจ......ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใˆใƒผใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใงๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ? ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ใŠ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’......ใŠๆตใ—ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ ไธŠใฎๆœใ‚’่„ฑใ„ใงใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸๅ‡ชใ€‚ใฆใฃใใ‚Šๅฅณๆนฏใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธๆˆปใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฉšใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไธŠๅŠ่บซใŒ่ฃธใซใชใฃใŸๅ‡ชใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏ็›ฎ็ทšใ‚’ใ‚ใกใ‚‰ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใธใจๅ‘ใ‘ใฆๆŒ™ๅ‹•ไธๅฏฉใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใกใ‚‰ใกใ‚‰ใจๅ‡ชใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใƒใƒฌใƒใƒฌใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅ‡บไผšใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจ่ฝใกใคใ„ใŸ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๆ…Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฎๆง˜ๅญใฏใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅˆฅใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใใ“ใพใงใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚......ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ€ใ„ใˆ......ใ—ใ‚‡ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚......็งใฎไป•ไบ‹ใงใ—ใ‚…ใฎใง......!ใ€ ใ€Œ้ก”็œŸใฃ่ตคใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ‚ใจๅ™›ใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฎๆธ…็ด”ใ•ใฏๅ†…้ขใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€็•ฐๆ€งใฎ่ฃธใฏไธŠๅŠ่บซใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ๆง˜ใ ใ€‚็œŸใฃ่ตคใช้ก”ใ‚’ไฟฏใ‹ใ›ใ€ๅ™›ใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใซใ‚‚ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๅผ•ใๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ไธ€ๅ‘ใซๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ“ใ†ใจใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใ‚‚ๆฑ—ใ ใใฎใพใพใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใŸใฎใงใ€ๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ใใ‚‹ใฃใจๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‡ชใฏๆ‰‹ๆ—ฉใไธ‹ใ‚‚่„ฑใใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ่…ฐใซๅธƒใ‚’ๅทปใ„ใฆๅคงไบ‹ใช้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚’้š ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......ใซใ‚…ใฃ!?ใ€ ใใ‚‰ใใ‚‰ใจใชใ‚‹่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’้ฆ–ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆๆŠ‘ใˆใ€่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๆ–œใ‚ไธ‹ใซ็งปๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๅ…ˆใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰......็„ก็†ใชใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ๅˆฅใซ็„ก็†ใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚€ใ—ใ‚ใใ†ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใฆๆตดๅ ดใธใจๅ…ฅใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ใปใฃใจๅฎ‰ๅ ตใฎๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ€‚ใพใ ้ก”ใŒ็†ฑใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅˆใ‚ใฆ่ฆ‹ใŸ็•ฐๆ€งใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใซใฏ่ˆˆๅ‘ณๆดฅๆดฅใฎๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ ๅทซๅฅณๆœใ‚’่„ฑใ„ใงใ€ไธ‹ใซๆฅใฆใ„ใŸ็™ฝใ่–„ๆ‰‹ใฎ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ๅ‡ชใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆนฏ่ˆนใธใจ่ฟ‘ใฅใใจใ€ใคใ‚‹ใฃใจ่ถณใ‚’ๆป‘ใ‚‰ใ›ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็ตๆžœใ€ๆนฏ่ˆนใธใจ้ ญใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚€ๅฝขใซใชใ‚Šใ€ๅคงใใชๆฐด้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆใŠๆนฏใฎไธญใธใจๆฒˆใ‚“ใง่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใถใถใถใถใถใถ!?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ•ใ‚“!?ใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏๆ…ŒใฆใฆใŠๆนฏใฎไธญใซๆฒˆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ใทใฏใฃใจ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏๅคšๅฐ‘ๅ’ณใ่พผใฟใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใฏใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ ๅ‡ชใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใคใคใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใใ“ใงๅฝผใฎๆ€่€ƒใฏใ‚นใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‘ใปใฃใ‘ใปใฃ......ใ™ใ€ใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ๅ‡ชใ‚’ๆ€ช่จใซๆ€ใ„ใ€ใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฎๅ…ˆใ‚’่ฟฝใฃใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ไธ‹ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’็งปใ™ใจใ€็™ฝใ„่‚Œ่ฅฆ่ขขใŒๆฟกใ‚Œใฆใ€ ไธ‹ใซใฏไธ‹็€ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใ ใŒใ€ไธŠใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚ใคใ‘ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆฟกใ‚ŒใŸ็ตๆžœใ€่ƒธใฏใใฎ่†จใ‚‰ใฟใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ˆ็ซฏใฎ่ตคใ„็ช่ตทใพใงๅ…จใฆใŒไธธ่ฆ‹ใˆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚ƒใ‚ใฃ!?ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใฃ......ใ”ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ๅ’„ๅ—Ÿใซ่ƒธใ‚’ไธกๆ‰‹ใง้š ใ™ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใฏๆˆ‘ใซ่ฟ”ใฃใฆ็›ฎใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏๅ‡ชใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใจใ€ๅคฑๆ…‹ใ‚’ๆ™’ใ—ใŸ็พžๆฅๅฟƒใงใ€ๅ‡ชใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆ™‚ไปฅไธŠใซ้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใˆใƒผใจ......ไฟบ็›ฎใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ใใฎๅ†…ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ™ใ€ใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“......ๆฌกใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใŠ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ใŠๆตใ—ใ—ใพใ™......!ใ€ ๅ‡ชใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใงใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใ„ใใ„ใใจๆตดๅ ดใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใŸๅ‡ชใฏใ€ๅคงใใชใŸใ‚ๆฏใจๅ…ฑใซๅฐ‘ใ—่ตคใใชใฃใŸ้ก”ใซใƒ‘ใ‚ฟใƒ‘ใ‚ฟใจๆ‰‹ใง้ขจใ‚’้€ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใซๅฅณๆ€งใฎ่ฃธใ‚’ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅฝขใง่ฆ‹ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ“ใจใจใ€ๆœใŒ้€ใ‘ใฆ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆ‰‡ๆƒ…็š„ใช่ฆ‹ใ‹ใŸใ ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผใ‚‚้‡˜ใฅใ‘ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็ตๆง‹ใ€ๅคงใใ‹ใฃใŸใช......ใ€ ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใƒปใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒŸใ‚จใƒƒใ‚ฟใ€‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅทซๅฅณใ€ใใฎๅนด้ฝขใฏๅผฑๅ† 17ๆญณใ€‚17ๆญณใฎๅ‡ชใจๅŒใ„ๅนดใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใใฎๅทซๅฅณๆœใฎไธ‹ใซ้š ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅคงใใๅฎŸใฃใŸๆฏๆ€งใฎๅกŠใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚
The Difference Between Kitsune and Nagi "And then, what are you gonna do from now on?" After finishing our self-introduction, such topic come from Rishe-chan's words. Finia-chan is sitting at Lulu-chan's laps who's sitting on the bed, as for I and Rishe-chan are sitting on the chairs which had been provided by the inn. When I sit while leaning to back of the chair, with that question I straighten my back as if I'm going to do an interview. "Rishe-chan, do you know that the hero had been summoned?" "Umm, yea... that was famous even among knights, after all." "Hero! What's that, isn't that sounds very cool!" "Ah, Finia-chan and Lulu-chan haven't heard of it, right." Come to think of it, because when I heard it from Grim-san, at that time Firia-chan and Lulu-chan were diligently choosing our quest, after all, so they didn't about the hero. Well, since there would be nothing which would obstruct our conversation, so it should be good as long as I tell them about it bit by bit. "Seems like the demon lord had been resurrected, you know, and so they summoned a hero. Grandile kingdom, was it? And, since I'm quite curious about it so I'm thinking to go there or something." "Umm... Gradile kingdom, huh... going there is indeed isn't something difficult, but there is a survival of the fittest country, as an adventurer if you're not strong enough to live there, you would simply be crushed, you know?" "I'm fully aware of it. I only interested by the Hero who was summoned there, and I even have no intention to do any fight and the like, after all." To be frank such a thing are scary, after all. Just what's so fun to live at such kingdom which filled with battle junkies? At least, well, I thought about increasing our ability to collect raw materials there, moreover, to crush any weakling even though they were similarly human... that sounds just like a bullying. They hate the weakling, or so they must would say, even that would be troubling the hero to be summoned at such country. If it was me, without a doubt I would be angry, ah, wait, as I thought since I might be killed so I'll just keep quiet about it. "If that's the case then it's good, but...." "That's why for a while we're going to take some more quest so that we could save some money for it, and then I thought we would go to that country when we already have a certain extent ability to survive there." "Are we going to another country? My anticipation increased! No matter what kind of fellow they are, this Finia-chan will burn them into cinders!" "Yes, thank you. But please be careful with the time and situation, right?" Since burning someone randomly isn't something good, after all. To be honest, if it's Finia-chan, she might be really able to do it so it is scary. And without a doubt that would make us be labeled as enemies from our surroundings. At that time, someone might suddenly be stabbed from the back you know, that would be me. Even though he didn't do anything, he might be suddenly killed you know, and that would be me! "Well, anyhow, in the end it's still the usual thing... for now, how about we go to the adventurer guild to have Rishe-chan registers as an adventurer." Come to think of it, if I left this country, that means I would bid my farewell with Mia-chan and the other, huh, I had some people who understood me at my middle school era, and then we parted when we advanced to high school, but I never felt lonely about it. If I think about it, somehow this is a new feeling. "Then, let's go." At my word, we start moving. --at the other side, around the same time. At the country which summoned the hero, Grandile Kingdom. The summoned hero was, named as "Serisawa Nagi". His height was perhaps around 181 cm. He had a thin and slender appearance rather than a muscular one, but he had well-ordered firm muscles at his body, that was the physical trait which would called as the thin muscular. His limbs were also long, with a well ordered features, matching his title as a hero, you could say that he was a handsome guy. When he was summoned, that was at the time he was going home from school so he was wearing his blazer which was his school uniform, when he thought that he was wrapped by light, suddenly there was a girl stood before him, that's when he got his awareness back. And then, the appeared Miko girl who was named herself as Cecil, calmly ask him a request. He who had a strong sense of justice, after he heard it, at once he asked her for further explanation about it. "Haa!!" "Gua...!?" "Enough! The winner is, Nagi!" And then, two days after his summoning. The summoning purpose, they summoned a hero because they wished to defeat the demon lord, when Nagi heard that explanation, he could calmed himself down since that was a reasonable reason. And then, about when he was able to defeat the demon lord, he would be able to return to his former world, about the burden which was bore by the Miko before him, about his hidden power which might be able to solve all of it, if he had heard that much then that's enough. Since Nagi had a high sense of justice, he decided to accept the duty and responsibility as a hero. After that, Nagi participated at the practice at Grandile kingdom's knight practices. Originally, at his former world he had learnt kendo, aikido and many other martial arts, he was even a top ranker who had won numerous national competitions, for such him, after he participated at the training he quickly become far more stronger. He would absorb everything they taught him as if a sponge, and he would mastered it after he practiced for several times. Also, as a summoned hero, seems like his physical strength was became several times stronger than at the time he was at his former world, and he already strong enough to fight an average knight at this first practice. "Haa... haa... fu...." "Nagi-sama, if you deign." "Ah, yes... thank you Cecil-san." He also won the mock battle just now. Cecil who came after the battle ended was offering him a cloth to wipe his sweat off. And then, Nagi received it and thanking her while wiping his sweat off. Nagi had been told about the position of the girl named Cecil before him. The miko girl was, after summoning the hero, she must offer her whole body and soul to the summoned hero. He had no intention to do it, but if he asked it, whether it night attendance or sacrifice, she might did any of it, right. Since Nagi could saw that resolve dwelled at her eyes, so he could understood it just at a glance. "I don't mind if you just call me as Cecil." "If you say so then I also don't need the 'sama' suffix, though...." "Nagi-sama is a hero, so I couldn't give no respect to you." "Or so I thought...." As the matter of fact, he didn't thought that he was that close with Cecil. With just two days after their encounter, there were many things he didn't know about her, but as expected since she had the duty to devote her body and soul to the hero, he could felt a wall between them. "Nevertheless, you've been become greatly stronger, right. An average knight won't be able to become your opponent anymore." "No, I'm still a long way to go... letting aside my physical, my sword art is still bad, after all." "phy, physical?" "Ah, umm... it's about my physical ability." "I see... Nagi-sama has a great desire to improve yourself, right." To Cecil who was chuckling, even for Nagi who was looking at her was seeing her as a cute girl. Her black hair was matched with her miko cloth, she looked like an extremely pure girl. To the point if it was at his former world, he thought that without a doubt she would be very popular among the opposite sex. "Nevertheless, just how strong a demon lord is? Since I need to overcome it...." Here, Nagi changed the conversation. Since he just came to this different world, he hadn't know about this world. How much he should become stronger, how strong magical beasts and demons were, he who hadn't left the castle didn't know any of it. To that question, Cecil thought about it while hiding her smile. And then, she answered it with a bit hard expression. "Demon lord is... very strong. Perhaps, we won't be able to defeat it even if we fight it with all the knights from this country. The knight leader and magic knight, if we fight together with the strong adventurers perhaps we would be able to defeat its demon followers, but we won't be able to do anything about the demon lord." "It's, it's that strong, huh...." "Yes, that's why I hope Nagi would become much more stronger. Because hero is, the hope of this world, after all." Such words which were said by Cecil while smiling, it was filled with an earnest emotion. Nagi was, didn't know that he was at the position which was referred as the hope of the world, he was bewildered to be suddenly placed at such position. An existence which couldn't be defeated even by assembling every powerful person around the world, the demon lord. Being told to defeat such an existence, he honestly thought that it was impossible to the point the wanted to run away. However, "Well, let's do our best." Like that, even if he was a hero, rather than saving someone he didn't who they were, where they lived and the like who wished to be saved by him, Nagi thought that he felt a stronger urge to fulfill the wish of the girl before him. I need to become stronger, no... I have to become stronger. Even if he was told that he had the power to save the world, he didn't know whether he actually had it within his body or not himself. But, as long as there was still a possibility, if he could became any help, he thought he would to go through it with all his might. "This, thank you." Handing the cloth which had been used to wipe his sweat off to Cecil, he wield his mock sword again. He had enough fighting spirit, at the time he had right now, he would utilized every seconds of it to become stronger. Such spirit was surging to his expression, his figure which sharply swung his sword, surely a hero. The knight around him were, seeing that figure, they could feel that their ray of hope had become brighter. That was the hero. The one who would became the hope of humanity, the guider. The ray of hope who would slays all evils and saved the world. Demon lord's threat was, slowly approaching. Even right now, there were numerous people who were died by the hands of magical beasts and demons. While keeping that in mind, Nagi earnestly swung the sword. Implementing everything they taught him, and mastering all of it. When the practice that day ended, Nagi had did 100 mock battles with average knight, and won all of it. The miko Cecil Dimietta was, currently taking care of the hero. Lending her shoulder to Nagi who was exhausted after training, she brought him to the room which had been provided for him. After wiping the sweat off from the roughly breathing Nagi, she gave him some water to drink. Seems like he had overcome his limit by continuously swinging his sword. Even his hands were tattered, and his sweats were unusually flowing out. "Haa... haa... I'm tired." "Nagi-sama, please pay more attention to your own body." "Hahaha... haa... haa... I was too engrossed in it, after all... haa... haa... fuu..." While saying so to Cecil who advised him with worry expression, Nagi readjusted his breath little by little. And then, when his breath had completely steady, he felt disgusted by the sweat around his body. "This sweat, sure is disgusting, right...." "We've prepared the bathtub, but, would you use it?" "Thank you, then let's use it." Being led by Cecil, Nagi was brought to a large public bath. While thinking that the separation of men and women's bath was also similarly happened in the different world, he entered the men's bath. By the way, different from Kitsune, he was able to read the different world's letter, so he could properly read the men's bath sign. But, he had no skill to see status. Taking his clothes off, he entered the bath area and, seems like there was no one there. Since Nagi felt that he wanted to enter the bath at ease so it was a good thing if there was no one around, or so he thought when he took his clothes off. "Sho, to... hmm?" "...umm, why do you here? Cecil-san?" "I, I think to... wash your back, or something." Taking his upper clothes off, he realized that Cecil was there. He was surprised since he thought that she surely would entered the women's bath or perhaps returned to her room. Since Nagi was half naked before her eyes, her face was blushing and her eyes were suspiciously wandering here and there. Sometimes she would stealthily took a glimpse of Nagi's body, but that was very obvious. But, as a girl who would always express a calm manner ever since their first encounter, such appearance of Cecil was, somehow something new. "Ah... no, you don't need to do something that far...." "N, no... dat, that's... also part of my duty....!" "Your face is bright red, though... also, it's embarrassing, after all." With a pure outer appearance, seems like her inner was also similarly so, she seemed to be embarrassed by just seeing the naked upper half body of the opposite sex. Hanging her blushing face, he could feel shy and falter at her expression. However, even when she didn't seems like would pulling off here, he couldn't braced himself to chase her out. Embarrassed for still drenched by sweat, Nagi was the one who pulling down. "...I get it, then, could you please turn away?" After confirming that Cecil has turned away, Nagi quickly took her lower clothes off. And then he wore a cloth at his waist to hide his important part. "It's okay now." "Yes... niyu!" Shaking her head to calming down her dizzy field of vision, her gazes was quickly slanting downward. "Then I'm going to enter first... if it seems too hard for you then you don't need to force yourself to do it, or rather please do so." Nagi entered the bath area with a bitter smile. Cecil exhaled in relieve. Her face was still red, but she was at the state where she had a great curiosity after seeing a naked body of on opposite sex for the first time. Taking off her miko clothes, she become only wore the thin white cloth hadajuban which she used under her miko clothes. Rolling the cuff up, and then fastened it by string after it was rolled up till her upper half thigh. And then, after taking one deep breath, she entered the bath area where Nagi had entered it beforehand. Opening the door, when she was approaching the bathtub where Nagi was, she slipped. And because of that, she entered the bathtub head first, she made a great splash and then sinking inside the water. "Abubububu!?" "Cecil-san!?" Nagi flusteredly lift the drowning Cecil up. Cecil raised her face up, even if she was somewhat coughing violently, seems like she had no injury. Nagi was sighing in relieve when he saw it, and relieved. But, that thought was stopped there. "*cogh* *cough*... I, I'm sorry... thank you very much." Cecil who felt dubious to Nagi who didn't say anything, she traced the end of his gazes. And then, not just that gazes was directed to herself, when she looked downward, her white clothes was drenched. Cecil wore an underwear at lower part, but she didn't wear the upper part. Because her clothes was drenched, from her bulging chest till her red apex, everything were completely visible. "Kyaa!?" "Ah... so, sorry!" She immediately hide her chest with both of her hands. And when Nagi's awareness returned, he averted his eyes. Having her body being seen by Nagi, the shame for showing such disgrace, her face was become much more redder then at the time she saw Nagi's body. "Ah, umm... since I'll close my eyes, it's okay if you leave at that time." "I, I'm sorry... next time I'll properly wash your back...!" At Nagi's word, Cecil quickly left the bath area. After confirming that, simultaneously with sighing greatly, Nagi flapped her reddened face with his hands. As expected, for seeing a girl's naked body as it is, and seeing it from a transparent clothes sure had a different level of lasciviousness, seems like that was even made him unable to took his eyes from her. "...it was, quite a big pair, right...." Cecil Dimietta. The miko of Grandile Kingdom, her age was seventeen years old. She was similarly seventeen years old like Nagi, but the one hidden below that miko clothes was, lumps of a great ripen maternity.
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็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸๆ—ฅ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใฎ!?ใ€ ไบŒไฝ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใซๆŒŸใพใ‚ŒใŸ็Šถๆณใงใ€ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใฎใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใฟใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช็Šถๆ…‹ใงๅ‹็ฎ—ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใปใฉ ใ€Œใจใ€่จ€ใ„่จณใ—ใฆใฟใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“่ถณ้…ใ„ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ๅ›ใŒ่จ€ใ†ใฎ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚็„ก่ซ–ใ€ๆฃฎใฎไธญใง่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸ็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š้€ƒใŒใ™็จ‹ๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎไธ–็•Œใฏ็”˜ใใชใ„ใ€‚ไบŒไฝ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉ้”ใฏใ€ๆˆ‘ๅ…ˆใซใจๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใ‚’่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰่ฟซใ‚‹ใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใใ€ๆ™ฎๆฎตใ‹ใ‚‰่ถณใŒ้…ใ„ใจ่‡ช่ฆšใฏใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ๆ›ดใซ้…ใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ้™ฅใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€่ตฐใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎไบŒไฝ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™......ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏ้€€ใ‘ใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใใฃ......ใฏใใฃ......! ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ™‚ใ€็‰ฉ่ชžใชใ‚‰ๅ‡„ใๅผทใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ‹ๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใช......!ใ€ ใ€Œ็ตถๆœ›็š„ใชๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใซ็ธ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใญ! ใพใ‚‹ใงๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ‰ใฎๅฅณใ€…ใ—ใ„็”ทใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใฎใ‚ดใƒผใƒซใƒ‡โ—‹ใƒœใƒณโ—‹ใƒผ?ใ€ ใ“ใ‚“ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€็Šถๆณใฏๅˆ‡่ฟซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใ“ใ‚“ใช้™ฝๆฐ—ใ•ใŒใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่ƒŒๅพŒใ‚’ไธ€็žฅใ—ใฆใ€ไบŒไฝ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’็ชบใ†ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸๆ‰€ใ‚ใฎไบŒไฝ“ใฏไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰่‚‰้ฃŸใ€ใชใŠใ‹ใค่™ซใจ็‹ผใชใ‚‰ใฐ็จฎๆ—ใ‚‚ๅคงใใ็•ฐใชใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใชใ‚‰......ใ‚คใ‚ฑใ‚‹ใ€ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€่€ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ€ช็‰ฉใจใใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ็Šถๆณใ€ใใ—ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎๆ‰‹ๆœญใ€่ซธใ€…ๅ…จใฆใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’่€ƒๆ…ฎใ—ใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ใชใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ€่žใใŸใ„ไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ€•โ€•โ€•ไบŒไฝ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏใ€่ฟฝใฃใฆใ„ใŸ็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅคฑใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใŸใกใฏไบŒไฝ“ใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎไบˆๆƒณใ—ใŸ้€šใ‚Š่‚‰้ฃŸใฎ็ฃใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ„ใฆใฏใใฎใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใŒใ€Ž้ญ”็ฃใ€ใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹็”Ÿ็‰ฉใ ใ€‚ไธฆใฎไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ้ญ้‡ใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซๆญปใ‚’่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€้ญ”็ฃใฏๅผฑใ„้ƒจ้กžใงใ‚‚ไธ€ไฝ“ใ„ใ‚Œใฐๆ•ฐๅไบบใฎไบบ้–“ใ‚’้ฃŸใ„ๆฎบใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช้ญ”็ฃใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎ็‹ผใจ่œ˜่››ใฏไธญๅ …ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใ€‚ ใ€ใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ€็™บ่ฆ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒขใƒŽใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆœ€ๅคงๅ…จ้•ท5mใซใชใ‚‹่ถ…ๅทจๅคงใช้ญ”็ฃใ ใ€‚่œ˜่››ใจใ„ใ†ใ ใ‘ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ไฝ“ๅ†…ใง็”Ÿๆˆใ—ใŸ็ฒ˜็€ๆ€งใฎ็ณธใง็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใง็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฟฝ่ตฐใ™ใ‚‹ๅ ดๅˆใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใŸๅ’ฌใพใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๅˆ้บป็—บๆ€งใฎๆฏ’ใ‚‚ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ไธ€ๅบฆๆ•ใพใฃใŸใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ้›ฃใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ใ“ใฎไบŒไฝ“ใฏไปฒ้–“ใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ๅŒใ˜็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’ๅฅชใ„ๅˆใ†ๆ•ตๅŒๅฃซใ ใ€‚ใงใฏไฝ•ๆ•…ใ“ใฎไบŒไฝ“ใฏใŠไบ’ใ„ใŒ่ฟ‘ใใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซๆˆฆใ‚ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚ŒใฏใŠไบ’ใ„ใพใšใฏ็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’็ขบไฟใ—ใฆใŠใใ“ใจใ‚’็ฌฌไธ€ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†็ขบๅฎŸใซๆฎบใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’ๅฅชใ„ๅˆใ„ใ€ๆฎบใ—ๅˆใ†ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฏใใฎ็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅคฑใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใฏใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•ตใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใฎใฏไป•ๆ–นใฎใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒซใƒซใƒซใƒซใƒซ......!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ซใƒญใƒญใƒญใƒญใƒญ......!!ใ€ ใŠไบ’ใ„ใ€2mใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใ‚‹ๅทจไฝ“ใฎๆŒใกไธปๅŒๅฃซใŒ็จใฟๅˆใ†ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅœฐใ‚’่นดใฃใฆ่ก็ชใ™ใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•็žฌ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ้š™ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚้ญ”็ฃ้”ใŒใใฎๅฃฐใฎ่žใ“ใˆใŸๆ–นๅ‘ใธใจๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚€ใๅ‰ใซใ€ไบŒไฝ“ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฏ็œŸๆจชใธใจใถใฃใจใฐใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ไบŒไฝ“ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒๅนใฃ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎใ„ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏใ€ๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆœจใฎไธธๅคชใŒๆŒฏใ‚Šๅญใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆบใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็œŸๆจชใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰“ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใจ็†่งฃใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไบŒไฝ“ใจใ‚‚็ฉบไธญใงไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆ็›ดใ—ใ€็€ๅœฐใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ้š™ใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใใฎๆ–นๅ‘ใซใฏๅฐใ•ใชๅฃฐใŒๅพ…ใกๆง‹ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใฎๅฐใ•ใชไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใงๆบœใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ไปŠๅบฆใฏ่กๆ’ƒๆณขใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใจใ„ใฃใŸไธ‹็ดš้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใฏใชใใ€้ซ˜็ซๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ไฝ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€‚็„ก่ฉ ๅ”ฑใ ใŒ่‹ฅๅนฒใฎๆบœใ‚ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใช็จ‹ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ ใ€‚ใใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏโ€•โ€•โ€• ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆ”พใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฏใ€็‚Žใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ้šไธ€ใฎ่€ๆ€งใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฌใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ข!!ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๆบถ็„”็‹ผใฏใใฎ็‚Žใ‚’้ฟใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎๆ€–ใ„ๆ‰€ใฏใ€ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใใฎ่„…ๅจใ‚’ๆ‚Ÿใ‚‰ใ›ใชใ„ๅ„šใ•ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใŸใช้ ญใฎๆ‚ชใ„็Šฌใ‚!!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใใ‚“ใช่จ€่‘‰ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ไฝ“ๅ†…ใ‹ใ‚‰็™ฝใ„ๅ…‰ใจๅ…ฑใซ็ˆ†ๆ•ฃใ—ใŸใ€‚็™ฝใ็‡ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณๆ•ฃใ‚‹่ก€ๆถฒใจ่‚‰็‰‡ใŒใ€ในใกใ‚ƒในใกใ‚ƒใจๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่ตคใๆŸ“ใ‚ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ......ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใ‚‚ใ€่ก€ใฏ่ตคใ„ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€้ฃ›ใณๆ•ฃใฃใŸ่ก€ๆถฒใ‚’่บซไฝ“ใซๆตดใณใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚้ ญใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸ็‹ใฎใŠ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰่ตคใ„่ก€ๆถฒใ‚’ๆปดใ‚‰ใ›ใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็žณใฏ่œ˜่››ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ซ......ใƒญใƒญใ‚ฉ......!?ใ€ ใใฎๆ™‚ๅˆใ‚ใฆใ€่œ˜่››ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅฑ้™บใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใฏๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใ„ใ€ๅผท่€…ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใ„ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅผฑ่€…ใฎใพใพใงๅฑ้™บใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใ ใ‘ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็„ก่ซ–ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซไฝ•ใ‹ๆ‰‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ“ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใŸใ ่ฟ”ใ‚Š่ก€ใ‚’ๆตดใณใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใ‚‹ไปฅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ใคใฎๆ€ง่ณชใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ€Žๆฐ—ๅ‘ณๆ‚ชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ€ง่ณชใ€ ๅŒใ˜ไบบ้–“ใชใฎใซใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๆŽ’ไป–ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใใ‚Œใฏใ€็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใฃใŸ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใ€็†็”ฑใ‚‚็„กใใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใใ†ใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏใใ‚ŒใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃใซใ‚‚้ฉ็”จใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใฏใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณๆ‚ชใๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฅ‡ๆ€ชใงๆญฃไฝ“ใฎๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆฐ—้…ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆใ€ๆฌกใฏๅ›ใฎ็•ชใ ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚†ใ…ใ‚‰ใ‚Šใ€ใจๆŒ‡ใ‚’่œ˜่››ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚่œ˜่››ใฏใใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ไธ€ๆญฉๅพŒใšใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚่œ˜่››ใฏๆ€ใ†ใ€่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๅ’ฌใฟไป˜ใ‘ใฐๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ€็ขบไฟกใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€‚ใชใฎใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ‘ใชใ„ใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ€่ฟ‘ใฅใใŸใใชใ„ใจใ‚‚ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใฏ้•ใฃใŸใ€ๅผฑใ„ใ ใ‘ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใงใ‚‚่‹ฆๆˆฆใ—ใใ†ใช็‹ผใ‚’ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ๆ˜“ใ€…ใจๆฎบใ—ใฆใฟใ›ใŸใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงๅๅˆ†่„…ๅจใ€ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ“ใ“ใงๆญปใฌๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ๅฆๅฎšๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซ่œ˜่››ใฏๆœฌ่ƒฝใงๅˆคๆ–ญใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚่œ˜่››ใฏๆœฌๆฅๆ…Ž้‡ใช็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใ ใ€็ขบๅฎŸใซๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹็Šถๆณใงใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใฏ่บซใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ€ๅทฑใŒ่บซใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใŒ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€่œ˜่››ใฏๅฎนๆ˜“ใซๆŽฅ่งฆใ—ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ซใƒญใƒญใƒญใƒญใƒญ......!ใ€ ๆ’ค้€€ใ€‚่œ˜่››ใฏใŠๅฐปใ‹ใ‚‰็ฒ˜็€ๆ€งใฎ็ณธใ‚’ๅใๅ‡บใ—ใ€ๆœจใ€…ใ‚’ๆธกใฃใฆๅŽปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฟฝใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅŽปใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใชใ‚‰ๆทฑ่ฟฝใ„ใฏไธ่ฆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ใตใ…ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ! ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใช็ฉดใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใฎไฝœๆˆฆใง่‰ฏใ็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸใญ! ๅฅ‡่ทกใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ็œŸใฃ่ตคใซๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎไฝœๆˆฆใฏใ“ใ†ใ ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใงๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅ€’ใ—ใŸไธธๅคชใ‚’ใใ“ใ‹ใ—ใ“ใซใถใ‚‰ไธ‹ใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่”“ใซๆ‹ฌใ‚Šใคใ‘ใ€่ฟฝใฃใฆใใŸๆ€ช็‰ฉ้”ใซใถใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅพŒใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขไปปใ›ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใชๆ‰€ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš็ตๆžœใ‚ชใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใซๅŽใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ไธธๅคชใŒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒไป•็•™ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€่œ˜่››ใŒ้€€ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸใ“ใจใงๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ๅญ”ๆ˜Žใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ใใ‚“ใช่กๆ˜Žใช้ ญใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ‚‹่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใใฎๅ ดๅ‡ŒใŽใฎไฝœๆˆฆใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็ฉดใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใซๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใƒผใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใพใงใ‚‚้ง„็›ฎไบบ้–“ใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใงๆฏ’ใ‚’ๅใๆ€งๆ ผใฏ่ชฐ่ญฒใ‚Šใชใฎใ‹ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ็งใฏ็งใ ใ‚ˆใฃ! ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒ็งใ‚ชใƒชใ‚ธใƒŠใƒชใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒผใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใ“ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฎๆ€งๆ ผใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚่ก€ๅก—ใ‚Œใ ใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพใ˜ใ‚ƒ่‡ชๆ…ขใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚‚่ก€ใงใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ตใ‚ซใ‚ตใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ„ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ•ใฃใ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸๅทใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“! ใˆใƒผใจ......ใ‚ใฃใกใ ใญ!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใพใŸไธŠ็ฉบใธใจ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงๆ–น่ง’ใ‚’็คบใ™ใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒใใฎๆ–นๅ‘ใธ้€ฒใ‚€ใ ใ™ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Š้™ไธ‹ใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้šฃใ‚’ๆตฎ้Šใ—ใฆ้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ†ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใใ“ใฏใ‹ใจใชใ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ใชใ‚“ใ‹็”Ÿ่‡ญใ„ใชใ......ใ€ ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆญฉใ„ใฆใ€ๅทใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏไธ€ไผ‘ใฟใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆกˆๅค–ใ€่ก—ใฏ้ ใใจใ‚‚ๅทใฏ่ฟ‘ใใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€็›ดใใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ไปŠใฏๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใจใ‚บใƒœใƒณใ‚’ๅทใงๆด—ใฃใฆใ€ๅนฒใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚็พๅœจใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฏไธญใซๆฅใฆใ„ใŸTใ‚ทใƒฃใƒ„ใจใƒˆใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚นใฎใฟใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใง่ƒกๅใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ๆก”้ŸณใฎใŠ้ขใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๅ‡บใฆใ“ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใŠ้ขใฎไธญๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ......ไบบ้–“ใง่จ€ใˆใฐๆฏ่ฆชใฎใŠใชใ‹ใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญ......ใใ†่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ‚„ใฃใฑใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผ?ใ€ ่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅใง่ฒฐใฃใŸใŠ้ขใŒใ€ไปŠ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆœ€ๅคงใฎใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ„Ÿๆ…จๆทฑใๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฎตใ€…ๆ—ฅใŒ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใคใ‚Œใฆๆš—ใใชใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใŸ็ฉบใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅไธ€ๆ—ฅใง่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงๆญปใซใ€่ฆชๅ‹ใ‚’ๆณฃใ‹ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅคงใใช็‹ผใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅทใพใง่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใชใ‚“ใจใ‹็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆญปใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใจใชใฎใซใ€ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆญปใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚’็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‚’็”Ÿใใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐใพใ ใพใ ๆฐ—ใฏๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ไบ‘ใ€…่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅ ดๅˆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใชใใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€ใพใ ่‹ฅๅนฒๆนฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใจใ‚บใƒœใƒณใ‚’็€ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใŠ้ขใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘็›ดใ—ใ€้š ใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ€‚ๆฐด่พบใฏ็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใฎไผ‘ๆ†ฉๆ‰€ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใšใฃใจใ„ใ‚Œใฐๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎ่œ˜่››ใ‚„ใใฎไป–ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆๆญปใฌๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚่บซใ‚’้š ใ›ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใชใ„ใจๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซใ„ใคใฎ้–“ใซใ‹ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ๆš—ใใชใฃใฆใใŸ......ๅƒ•ใฏๅคœๅž‹ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆฃฎใฎไธญใชใ‚“ใฆๅˆใ‚ใฆใ ใœใ€ ใŸใ‚ๆฏไบคใ˜ใ‚Šใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚
Chapter 5: The Day They Survived "For now, let's run Finia-chan!" "Eh? We're running?" Sandwiched between two monsters, with Finia being the only one able to fight, Kitsune wasn't foolish enough to fail to see their chances of victory, and it's not like he was a natural born fighter or anything. The conclusion he came to was that the most favorable measure to take in the situation was 'Flight.' Both 'Fight' and 'Flight' differ by but a letter, and both are strategies to take pride in. "So, if you equate the positives of...!" "Kitsune-san, your legs are slow!" "Is that something you should say while flying?" Kitsune and Finia fled. Of course, the laws of the jungle weren't so kind as to let the prey the predators found in the barren forest escape. Both monsters scrambled to rush after the two. The pressure coming from behind was fearsome, and while Kitsune always had the awareness that his legs were on the slower side, he felt slower than ever before. As such, he was forced to ponder as he ran. How to defeat those two monsters... or to get them out of the way. "Hah... hah...! At a time like this, in stories, would this be the moment when a really strong adventurer or hero shows up...!?" "The probability of that is abysmal! You're acting like an effeminate man whose about to be dumped!" "What sort of 'Gold*n Bomb*r' do you think I am?" Despite their conversation, the situation was urgent. To Kitsune, Finia's cheerfulness was actually quite appreciated. He glanced behind him and snuck a peek at the two beasts. Based on what he had seen, since the two were aiming for a human like him, they were carnivorous. And as a bug and a wolf, their races should be quite different. "... Then... perhaps I can?" Kitsune thought about the monsters, their surroundings, what his team had on hand, and what he could do with all the information. "... Finia-chan." "What is it, Kitsune-san!?" "... There's something I'd like to ask." Kitsune said that as a faint smile arose on his face. * * * ... The two monsters lost sight of the prey they were chasing. Just as Kitsune anticipated, they were both carnivorous beasts, and in this world, they were both lifeforms classified as {Magic Beasts} . If a normal human were to run into them, then that person would be forced to resign himself to death, and even the weakest of Magic Beasts were able to devour dozens of humans individually. Among such monsters, the Wolf and Spider were around mid-tier. The spider was an {Arachne} , and based on the specimens that had been discovered thus far, it's max body-span was 5 meters. As a spider, it could use the adhesive threads produced within its body to capture targets or could personally run after them itself. Its bite held a paralyzing poison, so after being caught once, it would be difficult to escape. This goes without saying, but the two were not allies. They were mutual enemies gunning for the same food. Why is it that when in such close proximity the two have yet to start fighting, you ask? That is because both of them had securing food on their minds as their first priority. After killing the prey that was Kitsune to prevent him from running away, they would fight and kill one another over him. But now they had lost said food stock. It was inevitable that they would take out the irritation from that on the enemy before their eyes. "Grrrrrrr...!!" "Krrrrr...!!" The two monsters, each with frames surpassing two meters, glared at one another. They kicked the ground and collided... and it was at that moment. "An opening." They heard a voice. Before they could turn to the direction of its source, the Magic Beasts were sent flying horizontally. They looked at the location where they once were, and saw a cut tree swinging like a pendulum. They understood that was what had impacted them from the side. Body bodies corrected their postures in midair and landed. "You're full of openings!" A small fairy was waiting for them: The Ideological Fairy, Finia. She held up her small hands and activated the magic she had been saving up. This time, it wasn't a low grade shockwave magic, but a high class fire one. It didn't need a chant, but it needed a bit of charging to use. That magic's name was... And of all things, Finia sent the flame towards the Vargr Wolf. Even though this monster boasted the greatest of flame resistances. "GAAAAAAAAAH!!" And that's exactly why the Vargr chose not to dodge. This magic's scary aspect wasn't its output, but its fleeting appearance that contradicted that power. "You fell for it, stupid dog!!" As Finia voiced her opinion, the Vargr burst from the inside, along with a white light. It continued to burn white, as blood and cuts of flesh splattered around and stained the ground. "Well, then... so organisms from this world bleed red as well." While his body was bathed in the scattering blood, Kitsune muttered to himself. Red blood drips down the Kitsune Mask on his head, and a faint smile emerges on his face. His eyes were directed at the Spider. "Ka...rrrroo.....!?" That was the first moment the Spider sensed any danger from the boy. It didn't feel pressure, and it didn't smell that it was standing before someone stronger than itself. With Kitsune remaining the weak presence he always was, the spider continued to feel nothing but fear. Of course, it's not like Kitsune had any trump card. It's not like he was doing anything menacing. He was merely standing there, getting his body bathed in the blood spurted. But since before coming to this world, Kitsune had always possessed a certain nature. That was his {Repulsing Nature} . Even by humans of the same race, he was always excluded for some reason. But it's not like there was any particular reason. Without any reason, it just kinda turned out like that. In this world, that apparently applied to Magic Beasts as well. The Arachne was creeped out by the boy standing before its eyes. It felt a strange from this unfamiliar presence. "Now then, looks like it's your turn next." Kitsune's body swayed as he pointed his finger at the spider. And with just that action, the spider retreated a step. It thought, if it only got closer and bit him, it would win. It was confident in that. Even so, it couldn't approach. No, it didn't want to approach him. It hadn't been like this until now. Up until now, Kitsune was registered as nothing but weak prey. But the Wolf that could put up a close fight with the spider had been killed all to easily, had he not? That made him more than enough of a threat. It couldn't deny the possibility that it would die if it handled the situation poorly. As such, the spider made a decision by instinct. It was, by nature, a cautious animal that would hide itself as long as it wasn't certain it would win. It valued itself. As long as it couldn't understand Kitsune's existence, it chose not to approach him so easily. "Krrrrrrrrrr...!" Retreat. The spider expelled adhesive strings out of its rear as it crossed trees to retreat. Kitsune didn't give chase. He didn't really understand why, but if the spider was going to retreat, he had no need to chase it. "... Whew, thanks, Finia-chan." "It's fine! Even so, I'm surprised you were able to survive with that hole-ridden mess of a plan! It's a miracle!" The red-dyed Kitsune raised a bitter smile at the fairy's words. Kitsune's plan was as follows. Attach a log cut down with Finia's magic to one of the vines hanging over the place to send at the following monsters and halt their advance. Then leave the rest to Finia. Honestly, he didn't even know what magic she would use. For now, all's well that ends well, but if the log didn't hit, if Finia's magic failed to kill, if the Spider didn't step back, the slightest of mistakes would have made the situation take a turn for the worse. "Hey, I'm no Zhuge Liang. I don't have that sort of wisdom in my head, and it's something I came up with on the spot to overcome the situation, so of course it would be full of holes." "Uwah, just how useless of a human are you, Kitsune-san!" "I'm starting to wonder just where you picked up that personality to spew venom with a smile." "I'm me! This is my originality!" Kitsune smiled. It seems he'd begun to understand this fairy's personality. And looking at himself, he let out a sigh. He was covered in blood. At this rate, his prided uniform would be unusable. "For now, let's aim for that river you were talking about earlier." "Yeah! Umm... that way!" Finia floated high into the air again and pointed. Kitsune began walking in that direction, and Finia descended to his level to float by his side. Her bright smile sorta brightened up the atmosphere. "Yeah... This bloody smell is..." After walking a while and arriving at the river, they took a small break. Unexpectedly, while the city was still far, the river wasn't, so it didn't take long to reach. Kitsune had washed his blazer and pants in the river and was in the middle of drying them. He sat cross-legged in the trunks and T-shirt he wore under them. Perhaps she was tired, but Finia went back inside of Kitsune's mask and wouldn't come out. "... And wait, so she can go back into that... in human terms, it's like reentering a mother's stomach... if you think along those lines... I guess it's a Fantasy?" The fact that the Mask he received for his birthday had turned into the greatest of fantasy goods left him with some deep thoughts as he felt the day slowly coming to an end. He gazed up at the sky that had begun to turn dark. The events that had transpired played back to him. He died in his previous world and made his best friend cry. When he thought he was dead, he ended up in another world. He was attacked by a large wolf and met Finia. Having reached the river, he was still alive, one way or another. Today, he seemed to have been treading close to death the whole way. Even though he had already died, he was still so close to it. Even if he survived today, he had no idea what would become of the next day. And the more he thought about it, the more his motivation left him. "... This may not be the best time to be thinking about how to get back to my previous world." Kistune murmured as such. He slipped on his slightly damp uniform. After hanging the mask on his head again, he began looking for a place to hide. The waterside is the rest stop of life, and if he stayed there, there was a higher possibility of him being killed off by that spider, or some other Demon Beast. If he didn't find somewhere to conceal his body, then he'd likely die in his sleep. "Hah... It's getting dark... I'm more of a night person, so it's fine, but this is the first time I'm spending it in the middle of a forest." He let out one sigh after another.
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ๅˆใ‚ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅŠ›ใง็จผใ„ใ ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใงใฏใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใงใ„ใŸใƒ†ใƒณใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใ‚‚่ฝใกไป˜ใ„ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ ฑ้…ฌใฏๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‹ใ‚‰่ฒฐใฃใŸ้‡‘้กใ‚‚ๅซใ‚ใ‚‹ใจ้Š€่ฒจ3ๆžšใฎใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆžœใŸใ—ใฆใ“ใฎ้‡‘้กใงๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใพใ ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ใคไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚่‰ฏใ—ใ€ๅฎ‰ใ‚ใฎๅฎฟใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆไผ‘ๆฏใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ‚‚่‰ฏใ—ใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใซใ—ใ‚ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใซใ—ใ‚ใ€ๆœ€ๅ„ชๅ…ˆใง็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไพ้ ผใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†้€”ไธญใงใ‚‚่€ƒใˆใŸใ€้€š่ฒจใฎไพกๅ€คใซใคใ„ใฆใ ใ€‚ ๅฎฟใซๆณŠใพใ‚‹ใซใฏใฉใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎใŠ้‡‘ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ‹ใ€ไธ€่ˆฌไบบใฎไธ€ๆ—ฅใฎ็”Ÿๆดป่ฒปใฏใฉใ‚Œใปใฉใฎ้‡‘้กใชใฎใ‹ใ€็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใญใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ“ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้‡‘้Šญๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏๅ้€ฒๆณ•ใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ€‚10ๅ††ใŒ10ๆžšใงใ€100ๅ††ใ€100ๅ††ใŒ10ๆžšใงใ€1000ๅ††ใ€ใจใ„ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€็ฐกๅ˜ใ‹ใคใ‚ทใƒณใƒ—ใƒซใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซใŠใ„ใฆใฏ้Š€่ฒจไปฅๅค–ใฎ็กฌ่ฒจใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใ€ใŠๆœญใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ‚Œใฏไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€ใพใšใฏใ€Žๅธธ่ญ˜ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๅ•้กŒใชใ„ไบบใ€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆณŠใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใŒใ„ใ„ใ‹ใชใ€ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅˆคๆ–ญใซใฏๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซ่‚ฏๅฎš็š„ใชใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€‚ๆ—ขใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฎšไฝ็ฝฎใจๅŒ–ใ—ใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅณ่‚ฉใซๅบงใ‚Šใ€ใ”ๆฉŸๅซŒใใ†ใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒ‹ใ‚ณใจ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใพใ—ใๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๅ‰ใซ็งปๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใจใชใ‚Šใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใ„ใงใŠใใ“ใจใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใ€ใพใ ไป้ ‚้ขใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซ่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ๅฝขใงๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎๆ„ๅฟ—ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใพใŸๆฅใ‚‹ใญใ€‚่‰ฒใ€…ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใ€Œ............ใ„ใˆใ€ไป•ไบ‹ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ ใ€ŒใพใŸใญ! ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ็งใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใซใŠ็คผใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใˆใฃใฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใธใจๆญฉใใ ใ™ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅฟƒใชใ—ใ‹ๅ’Œใ‚‰ใ„ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ๅฐ„ๆŠœใ„ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ไปŠๅ›žใฎไธ€ไปถใงๅฎŒๅ…จใซๆก”้Ÿณใธใจ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ ใใฎ่จผๆ‹ ใซใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ™ใจใ€ใตใ…ใ€ใจ้‡ใ„ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ•ใฃใใฎๅฎฟใซๆˆปใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๆณŠใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฎฟๅฑ‹ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚้“ใฏ่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ่ฟทใ„ใชใ„่ถณๅ–ใ‚Šใงๆญฉใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ ใŠๆ˜ผๆ™‚ใ‚’้ŽใŽใŸใ“ใจใงใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ๅ‡ฆใฎๅฎขๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ‚‚ใƒ”ใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚’้ŽใŽใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใ ใฃใŸ็”บไธฆใฟใฏใฉใ“ใ‹่ฝใก็€ใใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่กŒใใ‹ใ†ไบบใฎไธญใซใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆšฎใ‚‰ใ™ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅบ—ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆๆ‡ธๅ‘ฝใซๅ•†ๅฃฒใซๆ˜Žใ‘ๆšฎใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธญใซใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…็„ถใจใ—ใŸ่ฟซๅŠ›ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ชใƒผใƒฉใ‚’็บใฃใŸ่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€้จŽๅฃซ็„ถใจใ—ใŸๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ไปŠใฏใใฎๅ†…ใฎไธ€ไบบใชใฎใ‹ใจ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฐ—ๅพŒใ‚Œใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใจใ€ใใ“ใง่ฆ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใชใ„ไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๅผท้ขใฎ็”ทใŒๅฐ่ปŠใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใชใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚็‰นใซๆฐ—ใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฏใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๅฐ่ปŠใซไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒๅ•้กŒใ ใ€‚ๅฐ่ปŠใซใฏๆชปใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒไน—ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ไธญใซใฏ่€่‹ฅ็”ทๅฅณๅ•ใ‚ใšใ€ๆ•ฐๅใฎไบบใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆไธญใฎไบบใ€…ใฏ็ทใ˜ใฆๅŠ›ใฎ็„กใ„็žณใ‚’ใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ไผผใŸๆง˜ใชใƒœใƒญๅธƒใฎๆœใ‚’็€ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซไบบ้–“ใงใชใ„่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ ญใซๅ‹•็‰ฉใฎ่€ณใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅฐปๅฐพใ‚’ๆŒใค่€…ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€็ฃไบบใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹็จฎๆ—ใฎ่€…ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€ใ•ใ? 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ใจๆ€ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใพใ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซใฏใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚„ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใจใ„ใฃใŸๆœ€ไฝŽ้™ใฎๅฎถๅ…ทใใ‚‰ใ„ใ—ใ‹ใชใใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใจใ—ใฆใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉๅบƒใใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ตใƒผใƒ“ใ‚นใงใฏใชใใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใงๅฎฟๆณŠใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใ ใ‘ใฎๅฎฟๅฑ‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใฐใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅฎ‰ไพกใชๅ€คๆฎตใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏๅธธ่ญ˜ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅŠๆœˆใฎๅฎฟใ‚’็ขบไฟๅ‡บๆฅใŸ่จณใงใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ไธ€ๆฏไป˜ใ‘ใใ†ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆ–น้‡ใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใพใšใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ๅŠๆœˆใฎ้–“ใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๆšฎใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฟ”ใ™ๅˆ†ใฎใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’็จผใใพใงไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใ„ใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๆฉใฏ่ฟ”ใ•ใชใ„ใจใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œไปฅ้™ใฏๅƒใใŸใใชใ„ใ€ ่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใชใพใงใซ้ง„็›ฎไบบ้–“ใฃใทใ‚Šใ‚’้œฒใ‚ใซใ™ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ๅ…จๅŠ›ใง็ฝตๅ€’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ†—่ซ‡ใ ใ‚ˆ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆˆปใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใใฎ็‚บใซใฏๆญปใชใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒๆœ€ๅ„ชๅ…ˆใ ใ€‚ๅˆฅใซๆˆฆใ„ใงๅ‹ใคไบ‹ใซๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใพใšใฏๆˆฆใ„ใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‘ใ—ใฆๆญปใชใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒ้‡่ฆใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏไฟฎ่กŒใ ใญ! ไฟฎ่กŒใ—ใฆ็„กๅŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„้•ใ†ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€ค็š„ใซๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใซใฏใ‚ใพใ‚ŠๆœŸๅพ…ๅ‡บๆฅใใ†ใซใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ......ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚Šใซ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใฏไธญใ€…่ฆ‹ๆ‰€ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใพใใ‚‹! ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใƒŽใƒผใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใงๆธˆใ‚€ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œๆˆฆใ†ๆฐ—ใ‚ผใƒญใ ใญ! ใ„ใฃใๆธ…ใ€…ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฏ†ใ‹ใซใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใพใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸไบบ้”ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œๆ•…ใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใจใฎๆฏ”่ผƒใ‚’ใ—ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไธ€่ˆฌใจๆฏ”ในใฆใฉใ‚Œใปใฉใฎใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ‹ใ‚’่ชฟในใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€ไธ€่ˆฌไบบใงๅญไพ›ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ ๅๅ‰:ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒชใƒผใƒณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv8 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:30 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:60 ๆ•ๆท:20 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:30 ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏ็œ็•ฅใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ€ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅคงใใๅŠฃใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ไธ€่ˆฌไบบใงๆˆไบบใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใ€ ๅๅ‰:ใƒŸใ‚ขใƒปใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‚ฐใƒชใ‚น ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv14 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:50 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:80 ๆ•ๆท:40 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:50 ใ“ใ†ใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚ŠใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้ซ˜ใ„ใŒใ€ใใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚ŠใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใจๅคงๅทฎใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใง่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใฆใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใฎไบˆๆƒณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใŸใ€‚ ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚’็ฉใพใชใใจใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ‚„่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎๆˆ้•ทใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆไธŠใŒใฃใŸ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใงใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ€‚ใ ใŒใใฎๅ ดๅˆใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใงไธŠใŒใฃใŸใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใฎไผธใณใฏใ”ใๅƒ…ใ‹ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€Lv4ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใงใ‚‚ๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆไธŠใŒใฃใŸ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใฏLvใงๅคงใใๅ‹ใ‚‹ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใ‚„ใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚’ไธŠๅ›žใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใซใƒŸใ‚ขใซ็ตกใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใƒปใ‚ฐใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚น ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ทๆ€ง Lv47 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:1160 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:1080 ่€ๆ€ง:100 ๆ•ๆท:750 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:270 ้ซ˜ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏ็œ็•ฅใ—ใŸใŒใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใซๅฝน็ซ‹ใคใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๅคšใ็ฟ’ๅพ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ10ๅ€ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ„่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚‚ใใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใซ้•ใ‚ใš้ซ˜ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€้ญ”ๅŠ›ใซใŠใ„ใฆใฏไป–ใจๆฏ”ในใฆไฝŽใ„ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆๅŠ›ใงๅœงๅ€’ใ™ใ‚‹ใƒ‘ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใ‚กใ‚คใ‚ฟใƒผๅž‹ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚้ญ”ๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ใ„่€…ใฏใŠใใ‚‰ใ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ—ใฆ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’้ง†ไฝฟใ—ใฆๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚’่กŒใ†ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจไบˆๆƒณใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅ€‹ใ€…ใฎๆ‰่ƒฝใซๆบ–ใšใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆœ€ใ‚‚็€็›ฎใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใฏLv1ใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใŒ100ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏใ“ใจใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใซใŠใ„ใฆใฎใฟใ€Lv47ใซใ—ใฆๆก”้ŸณใฎๅˆๆœŸๅ€คใจๅŒ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚ŒใฏใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใซใŠใ‘ใ‚‹ๆ‰่ฆšใฏ็›ธๅฝ“ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใจ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ„ใจใ„ใ†็ขบไฟกใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่€ƒใˆใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ–น้‡ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ไฝ•่€…ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ใ‚‚้˜ฒใ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจ ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ€ใ€Ž่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€ๆˆฆใ„ใซๆŒใก่พผใ‚€ใฎใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ๅฏพๅ‡ฆใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ€็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใธๅธฐใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ็น‹ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚„ๅœงๅ€’็š„ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใค็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚‚ใใฃใจๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šๆˆฆใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆˆฆใ†ๆ™‚ใซใฏๆˆฆใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฎๆ™‚ใฎ็‚บใซใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏๆฑบๅฎšๆ‰“ใซใชใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œๆฑบๅฎšๆ‰“? ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจ? ๅ‡„ใใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ‚คใ‚ค้Ÿฟใใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใซใชใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆ™‚ใซ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹็‚บใฎๆดๅŠฉๆ”ปๆ’ƒใซใ€ๆ™‚ใซ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใซใ€ใชใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆญปใชใชใ„็‚บใฎ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏ้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎไปฅๅค–ใฏไธŠใŒใ‚Šใซใใ„ใ€ใชใ‚‰ใฐๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใซใŠใ„ใฆ็พๆ™‚็‚นใงใ‚‚ใ‹ใชใ‚Šใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใ‚’ๆŒใคใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซใฏใ€ใจใ“ใจใ‚“็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๆฎฒๆป…ใ™ใ‚‹่ƒฝๅŠ›ใซ้•ทใ‘ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸๆ–นใŒใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจ่€ƒใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ใ†ใ‚“ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ! ใ“ใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณๅฆ–็ฒพใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€ๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹็ซใฎ็ฒ‰ใ‚’ๅ…จใฆๆฎฒๆป…ใ—ใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซใฏ้…ธ็ด ใ ใฃใฆ่ฟ‘ใฅใ‘ใ•ใ›ใชใ„!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œๅƒ•ๆญปใฌใ‚ˆใญ? ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆฎฒๆป…ใ—ใซใ‹ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใฏใฏใ€ๅ…จใ้ ผใ‚‚ใ—ใ„ใญใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใซใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใฅใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ–น้‡ใฏๆฑบใพใฃใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใžใ‚Œใฎ้ฉๆ€งใ‚’ๆœ€ๅคง้™ๆดป็”จใ—ใŸๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ–น้‡ใ€‚
As his tension in which he became too happy from obtaining the reward earned by his own power fell, Kitsune is now thinking about his next action. The reward was obtained, and if the money that has been received from Rishe will be added then the money he has right now would be 3 silver coins. Though he didn't understand if this amount is enough to get some lodging, there was still time, it was still fine to receive another request, and it was also fine to search for lodging in ease to get some rest. However, to find lodging or to receive another request, there was something that he knows that is top priority. He thought about that while on the way to receiving another request, to get to know the value of the currency. How much money is needed to stay at the inn, how much money is needed for a single person's everyday life needs, is what he needs to know. Only in former world, The sense of money values of Kitsune is comprehensible by the decimal system. 10 pieces of 10 yen is 100yen, 100 pieces of 10 yen is 1000 yen, and that was how it was easy and simple. However, he doesn't know any other coins of this world other than silver coins, and he's not sure if there are bills in this world. (TLN: paper money) [......this can't be helped, First of all let's find someone who {doesn't mind to explain some common sense} ] [Kitsune-san, what will you do now?] [Yes, Let's get some lodging at an inn for the time being. Is the place where Rishe-chan is staying alright, and she knows of my circumstances too] Finia approved of the standard-like decision of Kitsune. She has already sat on the right shoulder of Kitsune that has turned into her fixed position, while having a bright smile floating in her face. Kitsune who was thinking of how pleasing the sight of that girl was, moved in front of Mia. Though the girl in the information desk next to Mia had a disappointed expression in her face, he didn't mind that occurrence for the time being. Though Mia who Kitsune appeared in her presence still had a sour like expression in her face, she still sent a glance to him while looking up because she is sitting on a chair. She seemed to have a will for only talking. [That's about it Mia-chan, I'll be coming back alright. Thank you for teaching me various stuff] [............No, I'm just doing my job] [Yep, well even so] [......is that so] [See you again! Mia-chan! This is a thanks from me!] when Kitsune and Finia finished saying their thanks to Mia, they began to walk to the entrance of the guild. Mia's expression somehow softened because of that occurrence a little while ago. Her glance pierces the back of Kitsune, which she seems to be holding a little bit of interest now. And an evidence to that is when Kitsune goes out of the entrance of the guild and disappears , she would vomit a heavy sigh. [Let's return to the inn a while ago for the time being] Kitsune and Finia went out of the guild and is now facing the direction to the inn where Rishe is staying. Did they remember the way to that place but they still unhesitatingly continued to walk. Since daytime has already passed, the customers entering in the restaurant also has passed the peak.. The lively town was now somehow looking like it's settling down. In the people who comes and goes by, there are people just live their lives normally and there are people who opens up shops and devotes their time in businesses too. There are also people who wears an adventurer like aura and there were also knight-like people who were overflowing with a justice sensation . When thinking about Kitsune being surrounded by those kinds of people, he became a little timid. Then, a strange person has been found. A guy with a scary face was pulling a cart while walking. If it was only to such extent then Kitsune wouldn't mind it but the problem was what was on the cart. A cage is placed on the cart and inside were several men and women of all ages. Almost all the people inside had empty eyes, and they all wore the same worn out clothes. Moreover, there are also people in there who were obviously not human either. There were people who had animal ears on their head and also had tails. Perhaps, those might be from the race they call Beast people. [......that, what might that be?] [Hmm, Who knows? I don't know] Passing each other, the man with a scary face went to the direction on my back. As a possibility Kitsune thought of, the people inside that cave was most likely what they called {Slaves} , and perhaps they had been sold by someone, or maybe there was a reason for their enslavement, in which they have fallen into slavery but those weren't the ones that Kitsune minded about. Originally, there were no slavery system in the country called japan. Of course there was oppression, but it was a peaceful country who hated the act of entrapment, and so the reality of this slave system has not been easily accepted a bit by Kitsune. [Well, there's no positive proof......However if there are slaves then......] Though Kitsune hasn't easily accepted the matter of slavery in his mind, he also thought that this maybe exactly good at the same time. Slaves, an existence where all of their rights are given to the owner. And, this world's slavery is a very convenient matter for Kitsune or in general, for {the inhabitants of this world} . In short, he thought that did a problem exist wherein he would purchase a slave and learn from them of the common sense in this world . Since their rights will be taken, they're unlikely to reveal his secret, and he will learn the know-hows and behaviors in the different world. It truly is a very convenient existence for the Kitsune as of now. [A slave, huh] [No, it's notihing] The top priority right now is to get some lodgings. For now he just bundled up the thought about the slave and so on as an option and threw it away to the back of his mind. While thinking so, they walked for a while, until they reached the inn where Rishe was staying. If you'd accept the letters Finia has read on the signboard, {Inn of Dusk} would seem to be it's name. When they have entered inside, the dining room and the reception desk that has been seen once caught their eyes. Several inn guests went down to the dining room because it was the time for snacks and enjoyed their time with idle chats. [Welcome, are you a customer?] (TLN: Gochuumon wa usagi desu ka?) Thereupon, the woman who seems to have a good mood at the counter spoke out to me. Her seemed to be in her 40s, and she wore an atmosphere of being easy to talk to. Perhaps, she is the shopkeeper and the proprietress of this place. Kitsune stepped up to the counter and stood in front of the proprietress. [Yes, but first i want to hear on how much is a stay for 1 night though] [Oh, a one night stay here is 650 rupi] (TLN: Or is it Rupies? Meh who cares) [......] Rupi? What's that, I completely don't understand Kitsune neatly floated a faint smile that seems to understand-like expression. For the time being, he took out 1 silver coin and places it on the counter. [Will this, be sufficient?] [Hmm, 1 silver coin huh......with this you'll be able to stay for a half month, so what shall you do?] [Seriously? Then that please] [Alright, then your change will be 250 okay] The proprietress took the silver coin on the counter and put it away in the place where they put the coins which made a *Charin* sound effect. About 25 coins made from stone material were given to him. She also brought out a key to a vacant room and left it at the counter. [Okay, room 207. it's the room in the interior of the second floor. Even though this hotel serves meals too, the meal fee is a different fee. If you're good at cooking then we can lend the kitchen to you but if you want us to serve you a meal then for half a month it will be 3000 rupi] [Then with this] [1 silver coin huh, then here is your 7000 rupi change] Seven coins made from copper has been returned to me this time. Here at last, Kitsune has finally understood the values of money in this world. From the name of the Silver coin, the coin made of copper is a copper coin and the coin made from stone is a stone coin. When converted into the Japanese Yen, 1 silver coin is 10,000 yen, a copper coin is 1000 yen, and a stone coin is 10 yen is what it seems to be. {Rupi} is to the sense of Kitsune, can be changed to {yen} . 3000 rupi, in other words 3000 yen, in which would be 3 copper coins. Therefore with 10,000 rupi, which is 10,000 yen, which is 1 silver coin is used, then 7000 rupi which is 7000 yen came back to me in the form of 7 copper coins. Though he's thinking that the meal fee is cheap, well he gave his consent for the extra charge since it's a different world from his. 650 rupi for half a month, in other words 650 yen x 15 days is 9750 yen, and when I paid with 1 silver coin (10,000 yen), then 250 rupi got back to me. Though he was anxious if there were no 100 yen, well that might be common sense here. (TLN: I hate math. Next time I see math in any chapter, I'll just let Kuma Otou-san translate it) Though he doesn't know where there are other coins other than silver ones, first of all he should be thanking Rishe for receiving 30,000 yen in Japanese yen. [Thank you very much] [Breakfast is served at 7 to 9 o'clock, lunch is served at 12 to 14 o'clock, and because we don't serve food at 18 to 20 o'clock then you should be careful] [Okay] Kitsune received the change and key and said his thanks. He went upstairs to his room afterwards. In the bedroom, Kitsune sat on the bed which was inside the room. Finia leaped into the soft bed and started to rollover happily. [Now then......Time to rest for once] While Kitsune muttered so, he started to think. The matter about the money at the present time has been acquired and understood from it's values and he also understood that there is no difference with the concept of time from his former world. A little while ago, From the word of the proprietress who said the time for the meal, he took into consideration that it was quite the same as from his former world. The price of a single night stay is 650 yen, though isn't that too cheap? but in spite of Kitsune thinking of that, well there's a bed, a table and some furniture, but the room isn't quite too wide. It's not a service, since it's an in where the true purpose is lodging. Even if one thinks that it's foolish for the price to be so cheap but that might be common sense to this world. However, since lodgings are guaranteed now, he can manage to breathe in ease now. [Haa......Finia-chan] [For the time being, let's decide our policy from here onward] [First of all, since from today onward we'll be living here, I think that we should handle requests until we can earn money so we can return Rishe's money] [Yep, it would be bad to not return a debt owned!] [I don't want to work afterwards] A magnificent display of acting like a useless person by Kitsune. Even Finia had to make a come back with all her best. [Just kidding......for the time being, let's look for the method to return to my former world] [Therefore for the sake of that then our most extreme priority is for me to not die. It is not separately significant to the matter of winning in a fight, but it's important to survive even if a fight happens] [Indeed, which means that it's training right! Training until you become unparalleled!] [Nope that's not it. I can't seem to expect anything from the ability level of my offensive power......but because there seems to be potential for my defensive powers instead, then I'll just raise my defensive power! With that, it would be settled with me receiving no damage no matter what is done to me] [Your motivation to fight is zero huh! it's rather refreshing!] Kitsune has secretly peeped at the statuses of all the people that he has met up to now. Therefore, when comparing his own status to them, he examined whether his status is alike with normal people. For example, Miria who is a normal person and also a child, Name: Milia*Ailin Gender: Female Lv8 Strength: 30 Stamina: 60 Dexterity: 20 Magic: 30 Though her skills have been omitted, her status was greater than the inferior Kitsune who was higher in terms of level. And Mia who grew up as a normal person, Name: Mia*Tigurisu Gender: Female Lv14 Strength:50 Stamina:80 Dexterity:40 Magic:50 This is what it becomes to. Though her level is higher than Milia, there were no difference with Milia's. Kitsune set up the expectation of the extent seen to this conduct of himself. Perhaps, the level goes up even if battle experience is not piled up. Maybe one's ability level would go up when one's body and knowledge grows. However in that case, battle experience would make the expansion of the ability value from the level that goes up very little. Therefore, Lv4 Kitsune who has raised his Ability level with battle experience exceeds greatly than Milia and Mia. And now, lastly is the E rank adventurer Jeno who was involved with Mia. Name: Geno*Greas Gender:Male Lv47 Strength:1160 Stamina:1080 Resilience:100 Dexterity:750 Magic:270 It's high. Though the skill was omitted, he seemed to have acquired a lot of useful skills for combat. With that, his level was 10 times larger than Kitsune. Each ability value did not differ in the level but was also high. However In the case of magic, it was lower than the others. Perhaps, people who has a strong body would become a overwhelming power type fighter. People with high level magic would perhaps become wizards and make good use of their magic by performing it in battle is what his conjecture thought. This might apply to an individual's talent. Thus, Kitsune has his attention mostly on his {Resilience} of his status. Though Kitsune was level 1 but his {Resilience} was 100. In spite of that, the level 47 Jeno's {Resilience} was at the same value of the initial value of Kitsune's. This perhaps, Kitsune's {Resilience} maybe his talent is what he is convinced. Therefore, Kitsune thought about it. His own combat policy, which is, ------to obtain the Resilience that can prevent any attack In doing so, the {I won't lose} attitude could be brought in a battle. If he does so, while he is dealing with the other party's attack, he would be able to run away. If it is possible to run away, then it is possible for him to survive. And if it is possible to survive, then the possibility of returning to his former world would be tied to that too. [However, there would surely be opponents who would be impossible to escape to or have overwhelming strength. I don't want to fight as much as possible, but if it is needed to fight then not fighting would be bad......] [Therefore at that time, I want Finia-chan to deal with the decisive blow] [Decisive blow? what do you mean? though it sounds very awesome] [I want Finia-chan to be my Strength, especially when it's support attacks while I'm running away , and occasionally being the strength to defeat the other party at that time, natsuteYu shiinda] In the case of Kitsune having not to die with the use of his Resilience, Finia will be the Strength that shall defeat the other party. Originally, {Resilience} is not easy to raise if the person doesn't have an aptitude for it, then in that case, Finia-chan who had a considerably high strength, should be the one to excel in that ability to thoroughly annihilate the other party . [Okay......okay I understand! This beautiful fairy Finia-chan shall annihilate everything for you! I won't even let oxygen near you!] [Wouldn't I die with that? Won't I get annihilated with that?] [......Hahaha, You're really so reliable] Finia who can always have an energetic smile like a sunflower. While thinking so, Kitsune smiled wryly. The policy has been decided, a combat policy that uses the maximum power of each aptitude.
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ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใจๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸ่ก—ใฎ้–“ใซใฏใ€่ˆ—่ฃ…ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้“ใŒ่จญ็ฝฎใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใฏๅฝ“็„ถใฎๆง˜ใซๆฃฎใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅฒฉๅฑฑใ ใฃใฆๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็„ก่ซ–ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅ ดๆ‰€ใซใฏๅฟ…ใšใจ่จ€ใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใปใฉใ€้ญ”็ฃใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆฃฎใ‹ใ‚‰็พใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฝฑใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใ“ใฎ่ฟ‘่พบใ‚’็ธ„ๅผตใ‚Šใซใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅŒใ˜็จฎใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ไธ€้š›ๅคงใใ่‚ฒใฃใŸๅฑˆๅผทใช่‚‰ไฝ“ใฏใ€ๅนพๅคšใฎ็”Ÿๅญ˜็ซถไบ‰ใซใฆๅ‹ๅˆฉใ—ใฆใใŸ่จผใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ฝใƒฌใซใฏ่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏๅผทใ„ใจใ„ใ†่‡ช่ฒ ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็พใซใ€ใ“ใฎ็ธ„ๅผตใ‚Šใฎไธญใงใฏ่ฒ ใ‘็„กใ—ใงใ€ๅผทใใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใจๅฟ…ๆญปใซๆˆฆใฃใฆใใŸ้ŽๅŽปใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใ€ไปŠใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใ€ใ€Ž ็Œฟๅž‹ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใงใ€ใใฎไฝ“่บฏใฏ้€šๅธธใฎ็‰ฉใงใ‚‚ๅœฐ็ƒใฎใ‚ดใƒชใƒฉใ‚’ๅคงใใไธŠๅ›žใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ•ฐไฝ“ใง็พคใ‚Œใ‚’ๆˆใ—ใฆ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹็ฟ’ๆ€งใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ้ญ”็ฃใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏ็ช็„ถๅค‰็•ฐใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ€ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ๅŒนใงๆˆฆใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใฏไธ€ๅ›žใ‚Šใ‚‚ไบŒๅ›žใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใจใ‹ใ‘้›ขใ‚Œใฆๅคงใใใชใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๅŠ›ใฏๆœฌๆฅๆ ผไธŠใงใ‚ใฃใŸ็ญˆใฎ็จฎๆ—ใงใ‚‚ไธŠๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ใ€ไบœ็จฎใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏๆ ผไธŠใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใ€ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ใ“ใจใงๆ›ดใซๅผทใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆœฌๆฅใฏEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไธญๅ …ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใงใ‚ใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€็ช็„ถๅค‰็•ฐใฎใ‚ฝใƒฌใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏ็ขบๅฎŸใซใ€Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไธญๅ …ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใซใพใงใใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฑŠใ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹่€…ใชใฉใ€ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅทฑใฎ่ƒธใ‚’ๅฉใใ€‚ใ‚ดใƒชใƒฉใฎใƒ‰ใƒฉใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐใจๅŒใ˜่กŒๅ‹•ใงใ€ใใฎ้Ÿณใฏ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆŒฏๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใ„ใŸ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„ๅ‹•็‰ฉ้”ใซๆๆ€–ๅฟƒใ‚’ๆคใˆไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ“ใใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆœ€ๅผทใ ใจใ€‚ ้Š…้ธใ‚’้ณดใ‚‰ใ™ๆง˜ใช้Ÿณใจใ€ไบœ็จฎใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆๅคงใใๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บใ™ๆง˜ใชๅ’†ๅ“ฎใ€ใใฎไบŒใคใŒๆททใ–ใ‚Šๅˆใฃใฆใ€ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„่ฟซๅŠ›ใจๅจๅœงๆ„ŸใŒๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซๆŒฏใ‚Šใพใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒƒ!?ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ใ‚„ใ‚‰้จ’ใ€…ใ—ใ„ๅฅดใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใชใใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰......ๅ›ใ‹ใช? ใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰่ฟ‘ๆ‰€่ฟทๆƒ‘......ใฏ้•ใ†ใ‹......ๅƒ•ใซ่ฟทๆƒ‘ใช้จ’้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆใŸใฎใฏใ€ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ€ๅฐๆŸ„ใชไบบ้–“ใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚้ป’ใ„ๆœใ‚’็€ใฆใ€ไธก็œผใง่‰ฒใŒ้•ใ†ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็Œฟใ‚‚ใ€้ญ”็ฃใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจๆˆฆใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏๅนพๅบฆใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎใฉใ‚Œใ‚‚ใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒEใ ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใ€ๆฒนๆ–ญใ—ใฆๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚็Œฟใฏ้ญ”็ฃใซใ—ใฆใฏ้ ญใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒ่บซใซไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้Žงใ‚„ๅฐๆ‰‹ใŒ่บซใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใจ็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅŽšใๅ …ใ„ๆฏ›็šฎใจๅŒใ˜ๆง˜ใช้Žงใ‚’่บซใซไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใจใ€็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆญปใชใชใ„ๆง˜ใซ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใใฎ็Ÿฅๆตใจใ€้˜ฒๅ…ทใฎๅˆฉไพฟๆ€งใฏ่ชใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏใชใ‚“ใฎ้˜ฒๅ…ทใ‚‚่บซใซไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ไธ€่ฆ‹ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ•ตใงใฏใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซโ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œๅคงใใ„ใญใ‡ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚’้ฃŸในใŸใ‚‰ใใ‚“ใชใซๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ“ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใŒ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ดกใๅบฆใซใ€็Œฟใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใŒ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็Œฟใซๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚้ ญใฏ่‰ฏใใจใ‚‚ใƒใƒณใƒ‘ใƒณใ‚ธใƒผใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใ€ๆ“ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใฉใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ‹ใ‚’็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใพใพใ€ใŸใ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใง่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ดกใๅฐ‘ๅนดใซใ€ใ€Žๆๆ€–ใ€ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๆ‰‹ใซใ€้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒ้›†ใพใฃใฆใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใซใชใ‚Šใ€ๅทฆใฎ่ตคใ„็žณใŒ็ฟก็ฟ ่‰ฒใซ่ผใใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ‹ใ‚‰็™บใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใชๅจๅœงๆ„ŸใŒๅข—ใ™ใ€‚ ็Œฟใฏใพใšๆœ€ๅˆใซใ€ใ€Ž้€ƒ่ตฐใ€ใฎๅฟตใŒๆตฎใ‹ใถใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ็›ดใใซๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใ†ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒใพใงๆˆฆใฃใฆใใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏๅผทใ„ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅฐใ•ใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ้€ƒ่ตฐใ™ใ‚‹ใชใฉใ€่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใŒ่จฑใ•ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒซใƒซใƒซใƒซใƒซ......!ใ€ ๅ”ธใ‚Šใ€็Œฟใฏๅ…จ่บซใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ€่‡จๆˆฆๆ…‹ๅ‹ขใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ‚‚ใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰็Œฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎ่ถณไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰็ ‚ใ‚’ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚Šใฃใจ่ธใ‚€้ŸณใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚็žฌ้–“ใ€็ŒฟใŒๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใ‚Šใ€็Œ›ใ‚นใƒ”ใƒผใƒ‰ใงๅฐ‘ๅนดใซ็ชๆ’ƒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆˆฆ้—˜ใŒใ€็ซ่“‹ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใฆ้–‹ๅง‹ใ™ใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€• ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆๆ–นๅ‘ๆ€งใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸๅพŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่ก—ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ้ญ”็ฃใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ 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ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่ธใฟ้ณดใ‚‰ใ™ใจใ€ๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฏ่ฟซใ‚Šใใ‚‹ใƒฉใƒชใ‚ขใƒƒใƒˆๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใฎ่…•ใ‚’ไบ‹ๅ‰ใซใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใ‚€ใ“ใจใง่บฑใ™ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ้ ญไธŠใ‚’ไธธๅคชใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅคชใ„ๅ‰›ๆฏ›ใฎ่…•ใŒ้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ็ขบใ‹ใซๅ‡„ใ„ๅŠ›ใ ใ€‚ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œใฐไบ‹ๅ‰ใซ่บฑใ™ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€่บฑใ™ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐ้š™ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸ้ญ”็ฃใซๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅธธใซๅพŒใฎๅ…ˆใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ€ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใจใฆใ‚‚ๆœ‰็›ŠใชๅŠ›ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใฃ......!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ฌใ‚กใ‚กใ‚กใƒƒใƒƒ!?ใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใฆ่กŒใ่…•ใ‚’่ฟฝใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’็ชใ็ซ‹ใฆใŸใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใงไฝœใฃใŸใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฎ้‹ญใ•ใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใใ€็Œฟใฎ่€ๆ€งๅ€คใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆๆฏ›็šฎใ‚’่ฒซใๅˆบใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅŠ›ใฎๅทฎใŒ้•ใ†ใ€‚่…•ใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใฎใพใพใซใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ 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ๆ•…ใซใ€ไปŠใชใŠๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใฏๆŽ ใ‚Šๅ‚ทไธ€ใคๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚้€†ใซใ€็Œฟใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใฏๅนพใคใ‚‚ใฎๅˆ€ๅ‚ทใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฏ›็šฎใซใฏๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใŸ่ก€ๆถฒใŒๆปฒใ‚“ใงใ€ๆฏ›ใŒ่ตคใๆŸ“ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใพใพ่กŒใ‘ใฐใ€ๅ‡บ่ก€ๅคš้‡ใง็Œฟใ‚‚ใ„ใšใ‚ŒๅŠ›ๅฐฝใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅˆใ‚ใฆใ€ๅผทๆ•ตใซๅฏพใ—ใฆไธ€ไบบใงๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ†่€ƒใˆใŸๆ™‚ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†ไฝ•ๅบฆ็›ฎใซใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€็ชๆ’ƒใฎไฝ“ๅ‹ขใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹็Œฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ•ใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒ!?ใ€ ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ„ใ“ใจใงใ€ๅ…ˆใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹็Œฟใฎๆ‹ณใŒใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๆœชๆฅใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใงใฏใชใใ€็พๅฎŸใฎใ‚‚ใฎใจใ—ใฆ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใŒใƒƒ......ใƒƒ......ใใ‚......!!ใ€ ๅฎŒๅ…จใซใ€ๅฎŒ็’งใซใ€็Œฟใฎๅคงใใชๆ‹ณใฏๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”้ขใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ทใƒŸใ‚ทใจใ€้ชจใŒ่ป‹ใ‚€้ŸณใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธŠไฝ“ใŒไปฐใ‘ๅใ‚Šใ€ๅนใฃ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซๅฉใใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏใใฎๅ ดใงๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่ทณใญใŸใ€‚ ไธ€็žฌใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใŒ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใ ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒใฏใ......! ใ‚„ใฃใฐ......้ผป่ก€ๅ‡บใŸ......!ใ€ ็—›ใฟใฏ็„กใ„ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ“ใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใง่„ณใŒๆบใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใŒไธŠๆ‰‹ใๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚่€ๆ€งๅ€คใŒ้ซ˜ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญปใชใšใซๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไธ€ๆ’ƒใงๅฝขๅ‹ข้€†่ปขใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏไธๅ‘ณใ„......! ใ•ใ‚“ใ–ใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ้ฌฑๆ†คใŒๆบœใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ไธ€ๆ’ƒๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใŒๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€็Œฟใฏ้›„ๅซใณใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใฆๆญ“ๅ–œใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็ŒฟใŒใƒ‰ใƒฉใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐใงใƒ‰ใ‚ณใƒ‰ใ‚ณใจ่ƒธใ‚’ๅฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’ๆ•ด็†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒ็—›ใ…......!ใ€ ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ๅทฆ็œผใซใ‚บใ‚ญใƒƒใจ็—›ใฟใŒ่ตฐใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅพŒใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใงใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใ‹......ๆญฆๅ™จใซใ™ใ‚‹ไปฅๅค–ใซไฝ•ใ‹ไฝฟใ„้“ใฏใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช......ใ€ ใ“ใฎใพใพใ˜ใ‚ƒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆญปใฌใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…้›‘้ญšๆŽขใ—ใซๆฅใŸใฎใซ็Œฟใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใชใ......็ฝ้›ฃใ ใ€‚ใพใ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใŸใฎๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ใช่จณใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใฏ็ดฐ่ƒžใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใงๆฅตๅฐใช็ดฐ่Œใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎ็‰นๅพดใจใ—ใฆใ€้บไผๅญใ‚’ๆœ‰ใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎ็ดฐ่ƒžใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€้ž็”Ÿๅ‘ฝไฝ“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๅฎš็พฉใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ€้ž็ง‘ๅญฆ็š„ๅญ˜ๅœจใจใ‚‚ใ„ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚็”Ÿๅ‘ฝใซๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ไป˜ใใ€ใใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅ‰Šใฃใฆ็”Ÿใใ‚‹ๆœ€ๅผทใซใ—ใฆๆœ€ๆ‚ชใฎ่„…ๅจใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๆ€ง่ณชใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒƒ! ๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ใใ—ใฆๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ฉฆใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏใ€ๅๅˆ†ใ‚ใ‚‹......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎ็‰นๅพดใ‚‚ ใใ“ใฏใพใใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎใ€่„…ๅจใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ•ใ......ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅ›žใ ใ€ใŠๅฑฑใฎๅคงๅฐ†ใ€ ๆญคๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็Œฟใซๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ€ใตใ‚‰ใคใ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใคใค็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฎๅฝขใซใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ๅ›žใ€ใ“ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ใ‚ใฎๅทจไฝ“ใซใถใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐ......ใใ‚Œใงๅ‹่ฒ ใฏไป˜ใ! ไธ€ๆญฉใ€ไธ€ๆญฉใจใ€ๅƒ•ใจ็Œฟใฏ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๅ‡บๆ–นใ‚’็ชบใ†ใ€‚ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใŒไฝฟใˆใชใ„ไปŠใ€ใพใฐใŸใใฎไธ€็žฌใงใ™ใ‚‰่ฆ‹้€ƒใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ไธ€ๆŒ™ๆ‰‹ไธ€ๆŠ•่ถณใ€ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใ‚‹็žฌ้–“ใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ƒใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ˜ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚Šใจๆง‹ใˆใฆใ€็จใฟๅˆใ†ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•็ŒฟใŒๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใฃใŸ.........! ใƒˆใƒ‰ใƒกใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ไปŠใพใงไปฅไธŠใฎๅ’†ๅ“ฎใจๅ…ฑใซใใฎ่…•ใŒ่ฟซใ‚‹ใ€‚่บฑใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช้€Ÿๅบฆใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใฃใŸใจ็†่งฃใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซใ€ใ€Ž็›ดๆ„Ÿใ€ใงๆจชใซ่ทณใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šโ€•โ€•โ€•่…•ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ–็ทšใฏ้›ขใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅนธใ„ใชใ“ใจใซใ€็Œฟใฎ่…•ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”ใฎใ™ใใใฐใ‚’ใ™ใ‚Œใ™ใ‚Œใง้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็Œฟใฎ่…•ใซ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ…จใฆ็บใ‚ใ‚Šไป˜ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆ็Œฟใฏ่…•ใซ้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใพใพใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅพŒๆ–นใธใจ็Œ›ใ‚นใƒ”ใƒผใƒ‰ใง้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใฆ่กŒใใ€ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๅ‰Šใ‚‹ๅ‹ขใ„ใงๅœๆญขใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ฟฝๆ’ƒใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚็Œฟใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่…•ใซไป˜ใ„ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆ‰•ใŠใ†ใจ่…•ใ‚’ใถใ‚“ใถใ‚“ใจๆŒฏใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅๆ’ƒใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅ‹•ใใชใ‚ˆ......ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ใž?ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ไฝœใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Ž็Œฟใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎไธญใธใจไพตๅ…ฅใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ€ใงใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’็Œฟใฎ่บซไฝ“ใธใจๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไฝ“ๆฏ›ใฎ็”Ÿใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฏ›็ฉดใ‹ใ‚‰็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒไพตๅ…ฅใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใฎๅฟœ็”จใชใฎใ‹ใ€่ก€็ฎกใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒ่ก€ใฎๆตใ‚Œใงๅ‹•ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆผ ็„ถใจใ—ใŸๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไฝ“ๅ†…ใซๆตธ้ฃŸๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ“ใจใŒ้‡่ฆใ ใ€‚ ็˜ดๆฐ—ใจใฏใ€ใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒซใ‚นใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ ใ€ŒใŒใ€ใ......ใใใใ......ใใฃ......ใ‚‹ใ.........!!ใ€ ใใฎ่จผๆ‹ ใซใ€็Œฟใฎ3mใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจใ„ใ†็จ‹ใฎๅทจไฝ“ใŒๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸไบบๅฝขใฎๆง˜ใซๅ›บใพใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅคงใใชๅฃใ‚„่€ณใ€้ผปใ‹ใ‚‰้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้‡ใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ้‡ใ‚’ๅคงใใ่ถŠใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ€็Œฟใฎ็ดฐ่ƒžใ‚’ๅ–ฐใฃใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๅข—ๆฎ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎไบˆๆƒณใŒๆญฃใ—ใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆœ€ๅˆใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ›ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ้‡ใฏใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆ้ฃŸในใŸ่‚‰ใฎ้‡ใซๆฏ”ไพ‹ใ—ใŸ้‡ใ ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅนผใ„้ ƒใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฏŽๆ™ฉๆฏŽๆ™ฉไบบใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚‚ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใฆ็”ŸใใฆใใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎ้ฃŸในใฆใใŸ็ดฐ่ƒžใฎๅˆ†ใ ใ‘็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅคง้‡ใฎโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ๅทจๅคงใชใ‚ฎใƒญใƒใƒณใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใปใฉใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚ใใพใงใ€ๆ‘‚ๅ–ใ—ใŸ็ดฐ่ƒžใ‚’็˜ดๆฐ—ใธใจๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่‡ชๅœจใซๆ“ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹้ญ”ๆ—ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใซใ‚‚ใ€็ดฐ่ƒžใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅข—ๆฎ–ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๆ€ง่ณชใŒใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎไบˆๆƒณใฏๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไฝ“ๅ†…ใซๆตธ้ฃŸใ•ใ›ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฏใ€่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซ็Œฟใฎ็ดฐ่ƒžใ‚’ๆใ‚‹ในใ้€Ÿๅบฆใงๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๅฐฝใใ—ใ€ใใฎ็ดฐ่ƒžใฎๅˆ†ใ ใ‘ใใฎ้‡ใ‚’ๅข—ใ‚„ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ้‚ใซใฏ็Œฟใฎไฝ“ไธญใฎๆฏ›็ฉดใ‹ใ‚‰็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใฆใ€็ŒฟใฎๅงฟใŒ้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใง่ฆ‹ใˆใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๅพ…ใคใจใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๅ…จใฆๅƒ•ใฎไธ‹ใธใจๆˆปใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ้‡ใฏใ€3mใฎ็Œฟใ‚’็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๅฝขไฝœใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎ้‡ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’็™พๆœฌไฝœใฃใฆใ‚‚ใŠ้‡ฃใ‚ŠใŒๅ‡บใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒ้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ€็Œฟใฎๅฑ…ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใซใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€็šฎใ‚‚ใ€้ชจใ‚‚ใ€ๅ†…่‡“ใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ใŒๅ…จใฆ็˜ดๆฐ—ใซๅค‰ๆ›ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็ตๆžœใ€ใ“ใฎ็ธ„ๅผตใ‚Šใซๆ–ผใ„ใฆๆœ€ๅผทใ‚’่ช‡ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ใฎๅทจๅคงใช็Œฟใฏ......ใใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใŒ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใคใใฅใ่ฆๆ ผๅค–ใ ใชใ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ......ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‚’ใตใ‚ˆใตใ‚ˆใจๆตฎ้Šใ™ใ‚‹็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆใ€่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใซใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚
Between Grandile Kingdom and the town where Kitsune was, paved road had been established, however along with it forest that grew as if a matter of course, there was also rocky mountain around. Of course, there were demonic beasts; which were suitable to those places; living there. --a shadow appeared in the forest. Having the vicinity as its turf, even among its kind, it had a considerably large and robust body, that was the proof of how many victories it had accumulated during its struggle to survive up until now. Moreover it had a great self-confidence, and it had also high self-esteem as to how powerful it was. And now, the past it which desperately fought to become more and more powerful, so that it wouldn't lose to anything in its turf, had become the foundation of the current it. Its name was "Crazy Monkey". Monkey type demonic beast, they commonly had bodies that were bigger than usual earth's gorillas. They usually formed and lived in a group, however, this one was a mutated one. From born, then grew, and ever since it was capable of fighting, it was always fighting alone by itself. Its body was even almost twice as their usual size, it was greatly different from the other from its kind, and its power exceeded even those of higher rank demonic beasts. It was akin to a subspecies, and upon defeating and eating those of higher rank demonic beasts, it grew even stronger. Normally, they should be grouped as top of E class demonic beast, but upon mutation, its power was surely no less than those of top D class magical beasts. Since there was none that could defeat it, it held its chest high. Drumming it like how gorillas did, when its sounds reverberated in the air, all demonic beasts and animals around would cower in fear. Currently, of all existence there, it was surely... the strongest. With thunder like sounds, the roar from its huge body was filled with two components, terrific force and intimidating air to its surroundings. "--!?" However, the next instant.... "...just when I thought there was this seemingly noisy guy around here... was it you, I wonder? The one that kept making that annoying sounds, it was disturbing the neighbors... ah, I mean, it was disturbing me, you know?" Before it, a small human appeared. Donning black clothes, and his eyes were of different colors. The monkey, as a demonic beast, it had fought adventurers numerous times already. They all thought it was of E rank, dropped their guard down, and died in its hand. As a demonic beast, it could be considered as quite a clever one, it could learn and understand that it could protect itself by wearing an armor and gauntlets. It understood that it could wear an armor that was no less sturdy than its thick and robust skin. From that wisdom, it understand that by increasing its defense power it wouldn't as easily to die, and also how convenient to had one, however the youth before it didn't wear any protective gears whatsoever. Just with a glance, he was surely nothing before it. However-- "You sure are huge, I seriously want to know what you ate to grow up to be that huge." --even while speaking as such, there was no hint of fear toward its huge body. The monkey didn't understand what he said. It was surely a clever one, but only at chimpanzee level at most, it didn't understand human tongue, and it also could speak. Thus, still not understanding what his words meant, toward the youth that was speaking before it, it bore "fear". "Well then... let's do it." At the youth's hand, black miasma gathered and turned into a knife, and his left red eye shone jade green light. And then, from his tiny body, intimidating air was growing. The monkey, all of its senses urged it to "run". However, it immediate shook them off. After surviving battles after battle thus far, it was without a doubt powerful, to run away from such tiny human, its pride couldn't allow that to happen. "Gururururu....!" Growling, summoning forth its full strength, it was prepared to the battle. As for the youth, he was staring at the monkey with faint smile on his face. And then, with the sound of the youth's step on the ground, that very instant, the monkey kicked the ground, and charged toward the youth in terrific speed. The battle, had begun commencing-- After discussing together with Leila-chan and the other and deciding what to do, I decided to immediately leave the town to hunt some demonic beasts to raise my level. Back when I was at Miniera, there were many small fry demonic beasts around human's settlement, so I was intending to go leveling by hunting such demonic beasts, but I happened to meet this clearly abnormally powerful fellow. When I peek at its status, it's really dangerous. *Status* Race : Monkey type demonic beast - subspecies Lv.54 Strength : 3230 Stamina : 5400 Resistance : 890 Agility : 4900 Magic Power : 100 However, when I invoked{Eerie Constitution} , it showed a hint of intention of running away. Mental power-wise, as expected seems like I'm the superior one. Well, that only means this demonic beast isn't that of a great deal, huh. Its status is somewhat higher than mine, though. Seemingly intending to fight me, I can feel that it focusing its full power. However, when I activate {Demon Eye of Foresight} , I can see what moves it intends to make. As long as I can see it, no matter how fast it moves, I'll have a way to deal with it. When I stamp my leg on the ground, it vigorously rushes toward me. "--I can see it." However, having foreseen its upcoming lariat-like arm, I crouch down and evade it. A bristle arm that's thicker than even a log passes by just overhead my body. I see, this is surely an amazing ability. If I know what attack coming next, I'll be able to evade it, if I can evade it, I can use the opening to counterattack. The ability to foresee what happens next, for the current me this ability sure is very convenient. "Fu...!!" "Gaaaa!?" Then, pursuing the passing by arm, I stab my black knife on it. The sharpness of the knife made of miasma is simply amazing, it can easily pierce through its thick skin. However, our strength are world apart. With its arm powerful momentum, my knife is stuck and taken away. However, I then release the miasma and remake in on my hand. The one left on its arm is a knife cut. "The first move is my win, come on, once again." Saying so, I beckon it to come at me again. And then, just like that, after getting slightly irritated over the injury on its arm, seems like such words are enough to provoke it further, it puts its whole strength into its body again. After that, we repeated such collision numerous times, and thirty minutes has passed since the battle began. Thus, right now I still have no injury on my body. On the contrary, there are numerous injuries on its body. With blood flowing out from those injuries, its furs are dyed in red. As the stance goes, its power will surely deplete from the blood losing. Perhaps it's the very first time for me to be able to fight a powerful opponent by myself. Exactly when I think as such... For the xth-time, seeing that it takes the stance of charging in, I activate {Demon Eye of Foresight} -- no, I try to activate it, however it doesn't activate at all. "!?" Since I can't activate it, I can't see what happens next. The monkey's approaching punch, however this time it isn't the sensation of seeing it in the future, but seeing it approaching in the reality itself. "Uga... aa...!!" Perfectly and precisely, its huge punch lands exactly on my face. I can hear cracking sounds from my bones. My upper body is bent backward, rather than blown away, as if thrown to the ground, my body smashed down directly on the ground. I feel like I lose consciousness for an instant. "Haa...! It's... bad... I've... a nosebleed...!" I don't feel hurt, but seems like my mind is shaken by that single attack. I can't move my body properly. Seems like I'm still alive only thanks to my high resistance, but the table surely has been turned with that single attack. This is bad...! Perhaps having anger accumulated after being injured numerous times, seems like it's very happy that that attack connected perfectly on me, the monkey rises a delightful roar. When the monkey drumming its chest, I'm assessing our current situation. Moving my body, I try activating {Demon Eye of Foresight} again while standing up. However, it doesn't activate. "Ouch...!" Moreover, sharp pain runs through my left eye. Seems like my {Demon Eye of Foresight} isn't a convenient tool that can be continuously activated infinitely. Thirty minutes, perhaps it's because I've been activating it continuously, if I put some interval between activation then perhaps it can last longer, but be that as it may, most likely one hour is already pushing the limit. After using it for such duration, I have to rest my eye for a while, huh. "Next is battle using miasma, huh... is there any other use aside from turning it into weapon, I wonder...." At this rate perhaps I'd die for a bit. I originally came here for the small fries, but to meet this monkey... what a terrible luck. Well, I was the one who approached it first, though. Miasma-- that means virus, but in reality it's a miniscule cell-sized germ. As for its traits, it doesn't have cell that possess genes, so it's not a life-form. You can even refer it as an unscientific existence. Devouring the life, living without a life as the strongest and the worst threat. And then, that nature is....! Upon pondering about it a bit, I stumble upon a certain thought. The possibility of trying it out, it's plenty enough... it matches Leila-chan's, or rather "Red Night"'s traits and conditions. Should I be able to perform it well, it's depending on the miasma, but perhaps I can decide the victor by the next attack. For that sake, well, let's put our trust in Leila-chan a bit. In S rank's threatening power. "...well then... once again, king of the mountain." I face the monkey that's staring at me, and then I release miasma from my staggering body. I don't form it into a knife. Just once, should I be able to strike these miasma onto the monkey's large body, victory is practically mine! One step each, I and the monkey take some distances, and analyze what move the opposite side might make next. Now that I can't use{Demon Eye of Foresight} , I can't overlook even a single millisecond. I can't afford to overlook the very moment it moves and charges toward me. It slowly makes it stance, while glaring at me. And then... the monkey kicks the ground...! With intention of putting the finishing blow, it throws its large fist along with the fiercest roar I've ever heard. That isn't a speed I can evade, the moment I sense that, I kick the ground and my {Intuition} says to jump sideway. Nevertheless... I keep my eyes locked firmly on its arm. Fortunately, the punch passes by exactly next to my face. That very moment, I wrap all the miasma on that arm. And then, still with miasma on its arm, the monkey moves in a lightning speed to my rear, the ground is shaved where it stops. There's no pursuit. The monkey shakes its arm to shakes off the attaching miasma. However, now it's my turn to attack. "--I think you better stop doing that... it'll eat you, you know?" Saying so, I control the miasma. With "The thought of invading the monkey's body", the miasma are forcing their ways into the monkey's body. Then, I can sense that the miasma are entering through the hole where the furs grow. Perhaps thanks to its space sensing trait, I can even sense the monkey's blood pulse from the miasma that invade its vein. It's a very vague sensation, but the most important part is the ability to corrode its inner body. Miasma is virus. Then this virus has a certain nature from its structure and trait. "Ga, aaaa.... Gu.... Ruaa......!!" Evidently, the monkey's around three meters tall body is solidified as if a broken doll. And then, from its large mouth, ear, and nose, black miasma are overflowing. The number are way more abundant than the one I released before. That's right, the miasma are multiplying by eating the monkey's cells. If my conjecture is true, then perhaps the miasma I could release before was equivalent to the amount of meat I've eaten up until now in this world. I think the miasma Leila-chan can release is also equivalent to the amount of cells she's eaten every night ever since she was still a child. That's why she could release such massive amount of miasma, enough to make a large sized guillotine, right? Ultimately Leila-chan is a demon that can turn the meat she eats into miasma, and then control it at will. That means, these miasma that were born from her, they should have the nature of multiplying by devouring cells as well. And then, seems like my conjecture is spot on. The miasma that are corroding the monkey's inner body are admirably devouring the cells at an astonishing rate, and the amount are increasing in accordance to how much cells devoured. In the end the miasma are even overflowing from the monkey's pores all around the body, and its whole body is completely covered by the miasma. After waiting for a bit more, all of the miasma return and gather around me. The amount is, enough to imitate the three meters tall monkey's body. With this, seems like I can make a hundred of knifes with ease. After the miasma dispersing, at the location where the monkey was there... nothing's left there. Either it meat, pelt, bone, innards, everything has turned into miasma. As the result, that huge monkey that boasted as the strongest in this area... has disappeared, as if it never existed in the first place. "She's really out of ordinary, huh... Leila-chan, I mean...." Dispersing the floating miasma around me, I murmur so while floating a bitter smile.
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้ญ”ๆ—ใจๅฆ–็ฒพใฎๅฏพๅณ™ ่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผๅˆๆ—ฅใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๅ‰่ก›ใฎ็”ทJๅ›้”ใ‚‚ๅพŒ่ก›ใฎๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃใซ้ญ้‡ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซ่กŒใ็‚บใฎ้“ใฏๅ…ƒใ€…ๆฃฎใ‚’้€šใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฏๆฃฎใ‚’่ฟ‚ๅ›žใ—ใฆ้€ฒใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆฃฎใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใฎใฏๅคšๅˆ†ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆŒใคๆ–นๅ‘้Ÿณ็—ดๅฑžๆ€งใŒๅƒใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใพใŸใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใŒ่ฟ‘ใใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€้ญ”็ฃใŒใใ†ๅคšใๅ‡บใฆใ“ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๆœฌๆ ผ็š„ใซใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚ŒใŸไปŠใ€้ญ”็ฃใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บใฏไฝ•ๆ™‚ๅฆ‚ไฝ•ใชใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ‚‚ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็–ฒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็„ก่ญฆๆˆ’ใชใฎใฏ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงไปŠใฏๅคœใ ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทๅ•†ใฎไบบ้”ใŒ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญใง็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅฏใšใฎ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ‚’ใ—ใฆๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‚’่ญท่ก›ใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ็‚บใฎๅƒ•้”ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ็พๅœจใ€ๅ‰่ก›ใฎๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใš้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’ๆŒŸใ‚“ใ ๅ‰ๆ–นใ‚’ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’ๆŒŸใ‚“ใงๅพŒๆ–นใ‚’่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใŸใ€ไปŠๅ›žใฎ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎๆ•ฐใฏไบŒใคใ€‚ๆ•…ใซๅƒ•้”ใจๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎ้–“ใซใฏใŠใŠใ‚ˆใ10m็จ‹ใฎ่ท้›ขใŒ็ฉบใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎ่ท้›ขใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆจชใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ”ปใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใจใ„ใ†่€ƒใˆใ‚‚ๅฝ“็„ถ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…AใŒ้€ฒ่กŒๆ–นๅ‘ๅณๅดใ‚’ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้€ฒ่กŒๆ–นๅ‘ๅทฆๅดใ‚’่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆœจใ€…ใ‚’้›†ใ‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใง็ซใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ€‚็ฃใฏ็ซใซๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‹ใ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅ‰ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฃใกใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚็ซใฏไธŠๆ‰‹ใๆ‰ฑใˆใฐไพฟๅˆฉใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰ฑใ„ใ‚’้–“้•ใˆใ‚Œใฐๅ…จใฆใฎ็‰ฉใซ็‰™ใ‚’ๅ‘ใใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅคœใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅค–ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็„šใ็ซใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐๆš–ใ‚‚ๅ–ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ2ใคใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆ็„šใ็ซใฏใ“ใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ็Šถๆณไธ‹ใงใ‚‚ๆœ€้ฉใช่กŒๅ‹•ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใพใใ€ใใฎใ›ใ„ใง้ญ”็ฃ้”ใซๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒใƒใƒฌใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บๆ€งใ‚‚ๅญ•ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใฆใชใŠไฝ™ใ‚Šใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒกใƒชใƒƒใƒˆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ•ใฆใ€้‚ใซใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใฆใ—ใพใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชไธญใ€็„šใ็ซใฎๅ‰ใงๆทฑๅˆปใชใƒˆใƒผใƒณใง่ฉฑใ™ๅƒ•ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใฆๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใŒ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใ“ใฎไป•ไบ‹ๆ•…ใซๅฝ“็„ถใชใฎใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใซๅƒ•ใฏๅˆฅใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใซ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ€ใ€Ž ่ตคใ„ๅคœ ๅƒ•ใŒ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ็”ทๅ†’้™บ่€…Jๅ›ใจๅฅณๅ†’้™บ่€…Bใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ€‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฏใ€ไพ‹ใซๆผใ‚Œใšๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใฏ้คŒใจใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใ‚’่ฅฒใ†ใ“ใจใฏ็ฆๆญขใ—ใŸใŒใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใ‚’็ฆๆญขใ—ใŸ่ฆšใˆใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ—ใŸๆ‰€ใงๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’่žใใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅญใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏไปŠใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŸใฃใŸ10mๅ…ˆใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ€ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฏใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚‰ใŒๅ–ฐใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใฏไฝ•ใ‚‰้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ ๅ•้กŒใชใฎใฏใ€ใใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ„็ต‚ใˆใŸๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆฌกใซ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใฏ่ชฐใชใฎใ‹ใจใ„ใ†่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใฎใฏๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚’้ฃŸในใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ด„ๆŸใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šไป˜ใ‘ใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’้ฃŸในใŸใใชใใชใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚้ฃŸในใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใจๅƒ•ใŒ่จ€ใˆใฐๅฎน่ตฆใชใใ€ๅฌ‰ใ€…ใจใ—ใฆ้ฃŸในใฆใใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใฆใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ๅซใณๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๅ›ž็›ฎ็Ž‰ใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใจ่‚‰ใ‚’้ฃŸใ„ใกใŽใ‚‹้Ÿณใ‚‚ๅนป่ดใง่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใพใใใ‚Œใฏๆฐ—ใฎใ›ใ„ใจใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใŒไปŠๅคœ่ฅฒใฃใฆใใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ๆ™ฉไธญๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใชใใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไธปใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹็‚นใงใ€‚ ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ€ใ‚„ใฃในใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ้ง„็›ฎใ‹ใชใ......ใงใ‚‚็ด„ๆŸใ—ใŸใ—ใชใ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅญใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ„ใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ้ขๅ€’ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€่ฟ‘ใใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจไฝ•ๆ™‚่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ......้จŽๅฃซใซ็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎๅผทใ•ใ ใ€ๅ–ใ‚ŠๆŠผใ•ใˆใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ็„ก็†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎ่ฟ‘ใใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ฆ‹ๅผตใฃใฆใŠใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒๆ–ญ็„ถ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใๆœ€ๆ‚ชใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๅ‘ผใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใญ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฃใฆๅซŒใชใ‚‚ใฎใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ‰่ƒฝใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ๅซŒใชๅฅดใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไฝ“่ณชใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ๅ…จ็„ถๅฆๅฎšๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใŒ่พ›ใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ......ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉๆง˜ใฎใ“ใจ......ไปฅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅฃใถใ‚Šใงใ™ใ‘ใฉ......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใญ......ใ†ใƒผใ‚“ใ€่ชฌๆ˜ŽใŒ้›ฃใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใพใ็ฐกๅ˜ใซ่จ€ใˆใฐๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’้ฃŸในใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆใ€็‰ฉ็†็š„ใซใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไบบ้–“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ ใ‚ˆ......ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใฏ็ด„ๆŸใ—ใฆๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎๆกไปถใจใ—ใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅฅฝใใชๆ™‚ใซ่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ๆจฉๅˆฉใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ‡„ใๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒไบบ้–“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆ่จใ—ใ’ใช้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใฎไบบใฏๆ•ตใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ•ตใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ขใƒฌใฏๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฎๆ•ตใงใ€ไธ–็•Œใฎๆ•ตใ ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็ใ—ใ็œŸๅ‰ฃใช่กจๆƒ…ใง่žใ„ใฆใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚ใ’ใŸๅฐๅ‰ฃใซ่งฆใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€ๆกˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅƒ•ใซใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็œŸๅ‰ฃใช็žณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐ้‚ช้ญ”ใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏ็„šใ็ซใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’็งปใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใฐใโ™กใ€ ็‚Žใจใฏ้•ใ†ๆทฑ็ด…ใฎ็žณใจ็œผใŒๅˆใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใฃโ™ช ใฒใฉใ„ใชใใใคใญๅ›......ๆ•ตใ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„......โ™กใ€ ๅ™‚ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅฝฑใจใฏ่‰ฏใ่จ€ใฃใŸ็‰ฉใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ“ใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็™ฝ้ซช่ตค็œผใŒ็„šใ็ซใฎๅ…‰ใง็…Œใ‚ใ„ใฆใ€็žณใฎไธญใซใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ๆง‹้€ ใชใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใจใซใ‹ใๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฏ้š ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚‚ๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ้ป’ใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใฎๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็™บๆƒ…ๅบฆๆœ€้ซ˜ๆฝฎใ ใ€‚ ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฏๆœ€ๅคงใงใ‚‚ใ“ใ“ใพใงใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅคœใซใชใ‚‹ใจๆ›ดใซ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๅ…ˆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใŒ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไธญใงไธ€็•ช็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็Šถๆ…‹ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใตใต............ใใคใญๅ›ใ€็ด„ๆŸใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใญ? ใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญ? ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใปใ‚‰โ™ก ใกใ‚…ใƒผใ€ใ—ใฆ? ่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใฆ? ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็™ปๅ ดใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใƒ†ใƒณใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใ‚‚ใ ใ ไธ‹ใŒใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒๆฏŽๆ™ฉใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใจใ€้…ทใ้ ญใŒ็—›ใใชใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใช่™ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅŠนใใžใ“ใ‚Œใ€‚ ใ„ใคใฎใพใซใ‹ๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒŒๅพŒใซๅ›žใฃใฆๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ใ‚ใ™ใชใ‚ๆŠฑใใฃใฆๅฅดใ ใ€‚่ƒŒไธญใซใŠใฃใฑใ„ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ…จ็„ถๅฌ‰ใ—ใใชใ„ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ ใ‚ใ†? ้€†ใซๅ‡„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใงใใ‚“ใช้ขจใซๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“......ใกใ‚…ใƒผใจใ‹่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็™ปๅ ดใซ่บซๆง‹ใˆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่จ€ใ†ใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚„่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใซๅๅฟœใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ‚ฒใ—ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใงๅƒ•ใซ่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐๆกไปถไป˜ใ‘ใง้ฃŸในใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉ่ฉณใ—ใ„ๅ†…ๅฎนใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใ‘? ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰......่ชฌๆ˜Žใฏใ€ใ—ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅƒ•ใ‚’้ฃŸในใชใ„ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅฅฝใใชๆ™‚ใซ่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใฏ......ใใ‚Œใซๆ‰ฟ่ซพใ—ใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆไธๅฎ‰ใ’ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใง่žใ‘ใฐๅƒ•ใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ‚‚ๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใญใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚้•ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚“ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซๅฅฝใใชๆ™‚ใซใฏใ„ใ‚„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใŒ้ง„็›ฎใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰็ด ็›ดใซๆญขใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆกไปถใงๆ‰ฟ่ซพใ—ใŸ......ใใ†ใ—ใชใ„ใจๅƒ•ใฏๅ–ฐใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใซใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใฏใ......โ™ช ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฏ้ฃŸในใŸใ„ใ‚ˆ? ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅฅฝใใ ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃŸในใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฏๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใฆๆ„›ใ—ใพใใฃใฆ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ใงใ‚‚......ใ‚“ใตใต......ใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„......ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅฅฝใใƒ......โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ๆ—ฅ1ๅ›ž......ๅฝผๅฅณใซใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ๆกไปถใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏๅƒ•ใŒ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซๆœ€ๅ–„ใซใ—ใฆๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎ็ญ–ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ„ใ„ใฎ? ใกใ‚…ใƒผใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใชใซ็ฐกๅ˜ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎ......?ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็ดๅพ—ใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†่กจๆƒ…ใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆƒณใ„ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใซ้€ใ‚‹ๅฅฝๆ„ใŒใใฎใพใพๅฝขใซใชใฃใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚„ๆŠฑๆ“ใฏใ€ๅฅฝๆ„ใ‚’็คบใ™ๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„่กŒ็‚บใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใใ†ใ„ใ†่กŒๅ‹•ใฏๅฐŠใใ€ๅคงๅˆ‡ใชใ‚‚ใฎใฎ็ญˆใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใฏใใฃใจใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆœ€ใ‚‚้…ทใ„ๅฝขใง่ฃๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซใ‚ญใ‚นใฏใใ†ใปใ„ใปใ„ใ—ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆ......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไปŠ็”Ÿใใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒไธ€็•ชๅคงไบ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’็ŸฅใฃใŸไธŠใงๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใงใ€่จ€ใ„่จณใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡็„กใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่€ƒใˆใฏ็ŸฅใฃใฆใŠใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใŒใ‚ญใ‚นใชใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆใใ‚Œใงใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅซŒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็”Ÿใใฆใ‚ใฎๅญใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใใ€ ใใฃใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไธ€็ท’ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅซŒใ„ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‡„ใๆ€–ใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใใ€‚ไผšใฃใฆ็ด„ๆŸใ‚’ๆžœใŸใ™ใ€‚ ใใฎ็‚บใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใซไป˜ใ็บใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ ใฃใฆๅŽญใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไปŠใฎใใคใญๅ›......ใ™ใฃใ”ใใ‹ใฃใ“ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‰......โ™ก ใžใใžใใ™ใ‚‹ใ…......ใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ๅฅฝใๅฅฝใๆ„›ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ…......โ™ชใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใถใ‚‹ใฃใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใฆๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅผทใใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎใ›ใ„ใงๅผทใๅฏ†็€ใ—ใŸ่บซไฝ“ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ‡„ใ้€Ÿใ„ๅฟƒ่‡“ใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใŒไผใ‚ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚็†ฑใใชใฃใฆใ€้‚ใซใฏ้ฆ–็ญ‹ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚็†ฑใ„ๅๆฏใŒ้ฆ–ใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ™ใใฃใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใตใ‚‹ใตใ‚‹ใจ่‚ฉใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅซŒใ„ใซใชใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ......็ตถๅฏพใซใชใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ„ๆ”พใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏๆ€’ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„......! ใงใ‚‚็งใŒใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅซŒใ„ใซใชใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ็ตถๅฏพใซใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ญใ‚นใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ! ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€็งใฎใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใธใฎๆ„›ใฏๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่ƒธใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใฏๅผทใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใŒ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ‡„ใ„ใชใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธญใฎๆญฃใ—ใ•ใ‚’ๅœงใ—ๆŠ˜ใฃใฆใงใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚’่ฒซใ‘ใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใตใฃ......ใ†ใตใตใตใตใ‚ใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏ!! ้ข็™ฝใ„ใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ใ‚ˆ! ่™ซใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใฎใฏ่จ‚ๆญฃใ™ใ‚‹ใญ......ๆต็Ÿณใฏใใคใญๅ›ใฎ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎ......้ข็™ฝใ„ใชใ......่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€Žใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€ใ€็งใ ใฃใฆ่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆ? ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ•ใฃใใพใงใฎ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃ่พผใ‚ใฆ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚่ตคใ„็žณใ‚’็…Œใ€…ใจ็…Œใ‚ใ‹ใ›ใฆใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ใใฎ็œผใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆƒนใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ใใฎๅธŒๅฐ‘ๆ€งใงใฏใชใใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใฃ......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซๅ…ใ˜ใฆไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใง่จฑใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹โ™กใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจๅƒ•ใฎๅ‰ใซ็งปๅ‹•ใ—ใฆ้ก”ใ‚’่ฟ‘ใฅใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚้ ฌใ‚’ไธกๆ‰‹ใงๆŠผใ•ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“......ใ€ ่ปฝใ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎใ‚ญใ‚นใ€‚ไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็ด„ๆŸใฏ็ด„ๆŸใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ชใ‚ใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใฏๅ‰่ก›ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใญโ™ก ใใคใญๅ›ๅคงๅฅฝใโ™ชใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๅ‰่ก›ใซๆˆปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆฉŸๅซŒ่‰ฏใ•ใ’ใซใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใจๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใๅพŒใ‚ๅงฟใฏใ€ๆ€ช็‰ฉๆ€ช็‰ฉใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸๅƒ•ใฎ็œผใซใ‚‚ใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅงฟใŒๆถˆใˆใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ•ฐ็ง’็ตŒใฃใฆๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ใ‚ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไบบ้”......ๆญปใ‚“ใงใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ็ญ”ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไปŠๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ไธ€ๅฃฐใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ......ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใ‚‚......ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎใ“ใจใ€ๅฅฝใใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ‹ใ‚ใ†ใ˜ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็ตžใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸ็พๅฎŸ้€ƒ้ฟๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใฎใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅฟƒใฎ็ฑ ใฃใŸใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅฟƒใซๆŸ“ใฟๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ€‚
Confrontation Between Demon And Fairy At the first day our guarding request, there was no magical beast that appeared either at the front side nor rear side. Since the road that lead to Grandile kingdom was originally didn't past through the forest, the wagon took a detour around the forest. The reason why Leila-chan entered the forest was perhaps because of the poor sense of direction property she owned. Also, since it was quite close to Miniera, so there was not much magical beast that left the forest. Nonetheless, right now, since we're quite a distant from Miniera already, we shouldn't forget the possibility that we may get attacked by magical beasts anytime. Continuously vigilance sure is tiring, but we can't just put our guard down, after all. And so, night finally comes. While the slave merchant people are sleeping inside the wagon, we have to watch out for our surroundings and guarding them. That's the very reason we're here, after all. Right now, with the wagon interposed between us, the vanguard party are watching out the front side of the wagon, where we the rear guard party are watching out the rear side of the wagon. Also, there are two wagons. Therefore the distance between us and them is around ten meters. With such long distance, of course there's also the possibility that the attack might come from the flanks, so we have woman A to watch out the right flank, and Rishe-chan at the left flank. After collecting some branches, I ask Finia-chan to ignite fire with her magic. Beasts are scared of fire, that's the knowledge from my former world, though. At this world, if you can properly handle the fire, then it'd become a very useful thing, but if you handle it poorly, then it'd show its fang and burn everything. Moreover, since we're at the outside, bonfire could also be used to warm our bodies up. Even if it could be said as a two-edged sword, but using bonfire this way is the most optimum way, right? Well, because of it, there's also the possibility that our location may be noticed by magical beasts, but, even so, given the benefit from it, I think it's still a good choice. "...well then, this time finally come, huh." "Kitsune-san?" "Is there anything wrong-desu?" And there, I talk with a serious tone before the bonfire. Finia-chan and Lulu-chan are inclining their heads while looking at me. The one I watched out is, the attack from magical beasts. That's a matter of course since that's the core of our job at this request, but there's one other thing I need to watch out. Right, it's "Red Night (Leila-chan)". Since night has come, I'm sure she's currently in her lustful at the front side, right? The matter I'm currently thinking is whether man J-kun and woman B are have been eaten by Leila-chan or not. Before her lustful state, any human are nothing but prey without exception. Also, I've told her to don't attack Finia-chan and the other, but I have no memories having told her to don't eat those adventurers. As far as I know, she isn't the type who would follow any command, though. That means, there's a possibility that they may get attacked by Leila-chan. At a place ten meters distance from here. "There's a possibility that Leila-chan may come attacking." But, well, that isn't something significant. It isn't my concern even they got eaten by her. The problem is, after eating her, who will she attacks next. But that's already set in stone, that is, it would be none other than me. She has promised to not eat me, but it doesn't necessarily means she has lost her desire to eat me. Or rather, if I say 'you can eat me', I'm sure she'd immediately jump and eat me mercilessly. While thinking so, I feel like I can hear a scream from somewhere. Perhaps because I've got my eye eaten once, I feel like I can hear a hallucination sound of meats being bitten off. Well, leaving that hallucination aside, there's a possibility that that lustful girl would attack tonight. If that really happens, at the worst case, I have to look after her all night long, don't I? Mainly letting her lick my body. Ah, come to think of it, we haven't had a kiss today, this is bad, is it okay if we don't do it today, I wonder... but I've promised, after all... ah, I really don't like it. "Or rather, Kitsune-san, is it okay to just let her be?" "It's too troublesome, if I don't keep her in check, I don't know when she'd come attacking, after all... even if I hand her over to knights, with her strength, it's impossible to capture her, after all. That means, having her around me so that I can keep her in check is the best choice." "...you've brought along a splendidly the worst person, right! Do you have a talent to be liked by bad people, I wonder, Kitsune-san?" A constitution to be liked by bad people, huh. I have 'Eerie constitution' so it's frustrating that I can't deny it. "Umm... Kitsune-sama, about Leila-sama... it looks like Kitsune-sama have known her from a long time...." "Ah, Lulu-chan don't know about it, right... hmm, it's a bit complicated, but... well, to put it simply, she wants to eat me, physically and literally." "Eh?" "That means, she isn't human... and then, she's aiming for my life. Currently, she has promised that she won't eat me, but the conditions is I must let her to be always together with me." When I explain it, Lulu-chan floats a very bewildered expression, but she floats a dubious expression after knowing that Leila-chan isn't human and is also aiming for my life. "...is that person an enemy?" "Yes, she is. She is our enemy, world's enemy." Because Lulu-chan is unusually asking with a serious expression, I answer her so. In doing so, Lulu-chan touches the short sword that I gave her, and quietly thinking. I don't know what she's thinking about, but, looking at her serious expression, I shouldn't disturb her, right? That's why I alter my gaze to the bonfire, "Baa." and I see a deep crimson; different from fire; eyes. "...Leila-chan." "Ahaha, you're too mean, Kitsune-kun... for calling me as enemy, doesn't that makes me get excited...." The so called 'speaking of the devil', Leila-chan is there. Her white hair and red eyes are shining because of the bonfire light, and I also can see heart marks at her eyes. I don't know how it materialized, but I surely can see it at her eyes. The miasma that was hidden during day is overflowing and hazily floating around her. Her current state is the embodiment that her lust is at its peak. I don't know whether there's any further level or not, but, as far as I know, the current Leila-chan is at her most lustful state. "Ufufu, ufufufu... Kitsune-kun, you've promised, didn't you? You have, right? That's why, come on, kiss me. And let me lick you. It's fine, right? Because I love you so much, after all!" At the appearance of the splendidly lustful Leila-chan, my spirit is continuously dropping. Thinking that I must do it every night, just thinking about it makes my head hurts. It's way more frustrating than any of those poor bullying. Before I noticed it Leila-chan has come into my rear and hugs me from behind. The so called 'asunaro' (asunaro) hug. I can feel the sensation of her boobs at my back, but it doesn't make me happy at all, I wonder why? In a sense I sure am amazing, right? To think that way toward such a cutie. "Kitsune-san... what does she mean by kiss or lick?" "Ah." Finia-chan and Lulu-chan are on guard by the appearance of Leila-chan, but it seems like they're curious about the kiss and lick that are said by Leila-chan. They're waiting for my explanation with a very sad expression. Come to think of it, I've told them that she'd promised that she won't eat me with some conditions, but I haven't told them the details, didn't I? Finia-chan and Lulu-chan are my families. That's why... I have to tell them about it. "...in exchange for her to stop trying to eat me, she asked me to let her lick me anytime and as much as she pleased." "Kitsune-sama... did you consent with that?" Finia-chan and Lulu-chan are looking at me with an uneasy expression. Indeed, from what I've said, it might sound like I accepted Leila-chan. But that's not it. I never accepted her. That's why you don't have to make such expressions. "No, as expected anytime would be troublesome so we took a compromise that she would stop when I tell her to... otherwise, I might get eaten, after all, by her." "...Ahaha... I really want to eat you, you know? But, because I love you so I won't eat you, you know, Kitsune-kun? I really really want to eat you with full of love, but I endure it, you know? But... ufufu... Kitsune-kun's smell... as I thought, I love you...." "But in exchange, I got a condition that... I have to kiss her once a day." Because at that time this was the best mean for me to stay alive, after all. So it can't be helped. I can't do anything even if I want this monster; that is burying her face at my nape while sniffing my smell; to stop. "...Kitsune-san, are you okay with that? Even the kiss, is it something that could be done that easily?" But Finia-chan floats an expression that she can't accept it. She's fairy of feeling, the embodiment of Shiori-chan's good will toward me. Kiss and hug are the representation of good will that are the easiest to be understood. That's why, such actions are a very precious and cherished things for her. I'm sure, right now, I just betrayed her ideal in the worst way possible. "...I'm sorry, Finia-chan. Indeed, I also think that kiss isn't something that could be done that easily... but, right now, surviving is the most important thing for me." However, even when I was aware of that fact, I still accepted this condition. Here, I have no intention to make any excuse at all. But, I hope she'd understand it. "If kiss is the mean for me to survive from this monster, then I'll accept it. Even if that would makes you hate me, Finia-chan, I'll definitely keep on struggling to survive and then meet her again." I'm sure, since Finia-chan is resembling Shiori-chan, perhaps Shiori-chan might also hate me. That's very scary, but I'm definitely going to meet her again. I'll meet her and fulfill my promise. For that sake, I don't mind having this monster loitering around me. "...the Kitsune-kun just now... was very cool... it makes me very excited... ufufu, ufufufu... I love you...." Leila-chan shakes her quivering body and hugs me tighter. Because of that I can feel the sensation of her body and her fast heartbeat. Her body also becomes hot, and she finally starts licking my nape. Her hot breath is hitting my neck, it feels ticklish. And then, Finia-chan who is before me is looking at me with her shoulder trembling. "There's no way I... would hate you, Kitsune-san, definitely not!" And declares so. Her expression looks angry and sad in the same time. "Because you've decided to do it, so I'm fine with it, Kitsune-san! ... but, there's definitely no way I would ever hate you, Kitsune-san!" "Finia-chan...." "If you want a kiss then just do it as you pleased! Such a thing is, it won't stop my love for Kitsune-san, after all!" Finia-chan says so while puffing out her chest. Her gaze is aimed at Leila-chan, her words are filled with a strong emotion. Finia-chan sure is amazing. I wonder just how many people who are still able to maintain their feeling even when the person they cherished are the very one who shatter their ideal. "...ufu... ufufu, ahahahaha! Interesting, very interesting! Seems like I've done something bad for calling you bug... as expected from an idea type that is brought by Kitsune-kun... very interesting... bring it on, 'Finia', I won't lose either. Because I love Kitsune-kun so much, after all!" And then; the just a moment ago lustful; Leila-chan is taking a step back from me and smiling. Her red eyes are shining brightly, and she smiles with a very happy expression. Her eyes are aimed at Finia-chan, and she calls Finia-chan by her name. Seems like Finia-chan has taken her interest. It isn't because she's an idea type, nor because she's rare, it's because Finia-chan is Finia-chan, that's why she could take her interest. "Ufufu... in consideration to Finia, I'll leave it here for today." And then, saying so she moves to before me and brings her face near mine. She pins my cheeks with both of her hands, so that I won't move. "N...." A light and simply touching kiss. That's an unexpected action, but promise is still a promise. Perhaps that's just how much she recognizes Finia-chan, right? "Well then, I'm going to return to my post then. Kitsune-kun, I love you." Saying so, she returns to the front side. Taking along her black miasma, looking at her appearance that is skipping in good mood, at my eyes, rather than a monster, she looks more like nothing but a normal girl. And then, several seconds after she disappeared, I remembered something. "...those adventurers... they haven't died, right?" There's no one who answer my question. "Umm... Kitsune-sama." "I also... Love you, Kitsune-sama." "...yes... thank you, Lulu-chan." Lulu-chan is barely able to squeeze out the words, but her words that are filled with her feeling, it slightly permeated my heart.
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ๆญปใฎ้ธๆŠž่‚ข ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใฏๅคงๆฆ‚ใŒ้ญ”็ฃใจใฏไธ€็ทšใ‚’็”ปใ—ใŸๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๅคšใใŒไบบ้–“ใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅงฟใงใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใใฎๆง‹้€ ใฏ้ญ”็ฃๅฏ„ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใŠใ„ใฆใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชใซๆ‰่ƒฝใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚็ตถๅฏพใซๅˆฐ้”ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„็จ‹ใฎ้ซ˜ใ„ๆ•ฐๅ€คใ‚’็ฒๅพ—ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆ›ดใซ็‰นๆฎŠใช้ญ”ๆ—ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’ๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€Ž้ญ”่ฒดๆ—ใ€้”ใ ใ€‚ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใจใ—ใฆใฏ้ญ”ใฎ่ฒดๆ—ใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใฏใ€Ž้ญ”ๅฅ‡ๆ—ใ€ใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ€็‰นๆฎŠใช้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’่กจใ™ๅๅ‰ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใ“ใงใฏใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’ไพ‹ใซๅ‡บใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซ็ฝนใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใฏใ€็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚’็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚Œใ€่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎๆง‹้€ ใ‚’้ญ”ๆ—ใฎใ‚ฝใƒฌใธใจๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆŒใกๅพ—ใ‚‹ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใŒ็ˆ†็™บ็š„ใซๅข—ๅคงใ—ใ€ไบบ้–“ใ‚’่ฅฒใ†ๆ€ช็‰ฉใจใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒ่‰ฏใ„ไพ‹ใ ใŒใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจๅŒ–ใ—ใŸไบบ้–“ใฏใ€ไบบ้–“ใ‚’็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใ€ใพใŸ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ใ“ใจใงๅคงใใชๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใใฎๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใฏใ€ŽๆฏŽๆ™ฉใ€็ˆ†็™บ็š„ใซ้ซ˜ใพใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซไฟ—ไธ–ใงใฏๅคœ่กŒๆ€งใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ—ใฆ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่‚‰ไฝ“ใŒ้š ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซ่ชฐใ‚‚ไธญ่บซใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ไธญ่บซใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚่ชฐใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ้ญ”ๆ—ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใจใฏใ„ใˆๅ…ƒใฏไบบ้–“ใ€ๅฏฟๅ‘ฝใฏไบบ้–“ใจๅŒใ˜ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใŒๆญปใญใฐใ€ใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒซใ‚นใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏๅค–ใธใจๅ‡บใฆใ€ใพใŸๅˆฅใฎไบบ้–“ใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใธใจ็ฉบๆฐ—ๆ„ŸๆŸ“ใ—ใซ่กŒใใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใ“ใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใฏๅผทใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ“ใ้ญ”็Ž‹ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๆฎบใ—ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใชใ„็จ‹ใซๅผทใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒซใ‚นๅŒป็™‚ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไฝŽใ„ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏ็„กๆ•ตใชใฎใ ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒซใ‚นใจใƒใƒฌใฆใ„ใชใ„ไธŠใซใ€ใƒใƒฌใฆใ‚‚ๅฏพๅ‡ฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹่€…ใŒใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠๅ›žใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้•ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒซใ‚นใฏ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจๅค‰่ณชใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใพใงใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏใใฎๆ€ง่ณชใฎๅผทใ•ๆ•…ใซๅค‰่ณชใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใ„ใ†ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹้ฉๆ€งใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†็ˆ†็™บ็š„ใซๆฅตๅคงๅŒ–ใ—ใŸๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใ‚’ๆบ€ใŸใ™ๅญ˜ๅœจใฎ็™ปๅ ดใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏไปŠใพใงใซใชใ„ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’้‚ใ’ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅŸบใซใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏๅฎŒๅ…จใช้ญ”ๆ—ใจๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใ€ใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒซใ‚นใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚Œใ‚‹......ใคใพใ‚ŠไปŠใพใงใฏ1ไฝ“ใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’ใ€ ไธ–็•Œๆ„ŸๆŸ“ ๅฝผใซๅคขไธญใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใŸใฃใŸ1ไฝ“ใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใฎใพใพใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผใซๆ‹็„ฆใŒใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฑ้™บๆ€งใ‚’ๅ†…ๅŒ…ใ—ใŸใพใพใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅฝผๅฅณใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ใ‹ใชใ......ใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใง็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใพใ ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจๅฐ‘ใ—ใ—ใ‹็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใซใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏๅŸทๆ‹—ใซๅƒ•ใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ใใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ใ‚น......ใƒ†ใƒผ...ใ‚ฟ...ใ‚นใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่„ณ่ฃใซ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:่ตคใ„ๅคœ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv1 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:25200 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:38400 ่€ๆ€ง:850 ๆ•ๆท:26560 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:19820 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ้ญ”่ฒดๆ—ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv6ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv5ใ€ใ€Žๆšดๅ–ฐใ€ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœLv8ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๆ“ไฝœLv3ใ€ใ€Žๆšดๆทซๆšดๅ–ฐใ€ใ€Ž้™ถ้…”ใ€ใ€Žๆทซ่•ฉ็ฒพ็ฅžใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœใ€ใ€Žๆทซ่•ฉ็ฒพ็ฅžใ€ ใƒžใ‚ธใงๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ ใชใ“ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น......ใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๅ€ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅคชๅˆ€ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹......ใŠใŠใ‚ˆใใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎ5ๅ€ไฝ? ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚‚ใ“ใฎไฝใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใฏใฏ......็ขบใ‹ใซ็„ก็†ใ ใ€‚ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚„ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ“ใ‚“ใชๅฅดใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใ‚’็ฟ’ๅพ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐไบบ้–“ใฎๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚‚ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚้šๅˆ†ใจใพใใ€ๆ€ช็‰ฉ่ฆ็ด ใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ใชใ......ใใ‚Œใซใ‚ฆใ‚คใƒซใ‚นใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆ—ใฃใฆ......ใ‚ใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‹ใ€‚ ใฆใ“ใจใฏใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฃใฆ็—…ๆฐ—ใชใฎ? ๆ„ŸๆŸ“ใ™ใ‚“ใฎ? ไฝ•ใใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใฏใฏ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใ‚“ใ‚“ใ‚“? ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใใคใญๅ›? ่ซฆใ‚ใŸ? ใ‚‚ใ†้ง„็›ฎ!? ๅ€’ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†!?ใ€ ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซใƒ†ใƒณใ‚ทใƒงใƒณไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใชๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ‚ใ€‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—้ŽใŽใฆๅ‘จใ‚Šใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€้™ใพใ‚Šใชใ•ใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€่ซฆใ‚ใŸ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„......ใพใ ่ซฆใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆ......ใพใ ใใฎ้ก”ใ€ๆฎดใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€ใ…......ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฎดใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ใใ‚Œใซใใฎ่…•ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚‚ใ†ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ๆ ธๅฟƒ่กใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใชใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ใƒ›ใƒณใƒˆๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใชใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ‹ๆ„›ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ‚ฝใƒฌใ€็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„็‰ฉใซใƒใƒžใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใจใ‹ใ€็ใ—ใ„็‰ฉใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆƒนใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ‹ใ€ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„็Žฉๅ…ทใ‚’่ฒฐใฃใŸใจใ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใ•ใซๆƒนใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใฎใฏใ€ๆ‹ใจใ‹ใ€ๆ„›ใจใ‹ใ€่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚“ใ‚“ใƒƒ......ใ‚ใฏใ......ๅๅ‰ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใใ‚ŒใŸใ......โ™ก ใชใใซ? ใใคใญๅ›โ™ชใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใจ......ใŠ่ฉฑใ€ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใœใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ไปŠใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใฎ? ใŠ่ฉฑ? ใ‚ใฏใฃโ˜† ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชใ! ใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ๆ„›ใ—ๅˆใ†ใซใฏใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅคงไบ‹ใ ใ‚ˆใญ!ใ€ ็‹‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใใ›ใซ็ด”ๆ„›ใฃใฝใ„ใ“ใจ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚ˆใ€ๆ‹ใซๆ‹ใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใฎ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไน—ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ๅฅฝ้ƒฝๅˆใ€‚ใใ‚ใใ‚ใ€็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚้™็•Œใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๅบงใฃใฆใŠ่ฉฑใ—ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎไบˆๆƒณใŒๆญฃใ—ใใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆˆฆ้—˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒๅ›ใซ้ฉใ‚ใชใ„......ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎใŠ่ฉฑใงๅ›ใซๅƒ•ใ‚’......ใ€Ž่ฆ‹้€ƒใ—ใฆใ€่ฒฐใ†ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใใ‚ƒใพใใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏใใฎๆ™‚ใ ใ€‚ ็ด„ๆŸใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ€‚็ด„ๆŸใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ€‚ ้Šๅœ’ๅœฐใซ่กŒใใฃใฆใ€็”Ÿใใฆๅธฐใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใŒๅฐปใ‚‚ใกใ‚’็€ใใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅบงใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃใซใฒใฃใคใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆๅบงใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚“ใใ‚“ใจๅƒ•ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใ‚’ๅ—…ใ„ใงใ„ใ‚‹้ŸณใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‡„ใ่‹›ใ€…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆญคๅ‡ฆใŒๅƒ•ใฎๆญฃๅฟตๅ ดใ !! ......ใ“ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎ่…•ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ใช ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใŠ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๅ‰ๆใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚ˆใ†ใจใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹่ˆใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆๆƒšใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดๅ‡„ใใ‚จใƒญใ„้ก”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใฏ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ่…น็ซ‹ใค้ก”ใ ใ€‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใซๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใง่…นใŒ็ซ‹ใคใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใคใใฅใ็™‡ใซ้šœใ‚‹ใชใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ๆญปใญใฐใ„ใ„ใฎใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใญใ‡ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใใคใญๅ›ใฃใฆใฉใ‚“ใชๅฅณใฎๅญใŒๅฅฝใ? ็ง้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ? ใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ„ใฃใฑใ„้ ‘ๅผตใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ๅญใ€ ใ€Œ............ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚......ใคใ„ใคใ„ใ€่จ€ใฃใกใพใฃใŸใœใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œๅƒ•ๆญปใฌใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ไธ€ๆญฉ็›ฎใงๅœฐ้›ทใ‚’่ธใฟๆŠœใ„ใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‹ใชใƒผใ‚Šๆญชใ‚“ใ ้ฃŸไบ‹ๅ—œๅฅฝใฎๅญใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฏๆœฌ็‰ฉใ€ไธ€็จฎใฎใƒคใƒณใƒ‡ใƒฌใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใฎใƒคใƒณใƒ‡ใƒฌใฎๅญใงใ•ใˆๆ‹’็ตถใ—ใŸใ‚‰่ƒŒไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆบใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่ฉฑใชใฎใซใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅฎŒๅ…จใซ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅญใ‚’ๆ‹’็ตถใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใซใชใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใŠใใ‚‹ใŠใใ‚‹ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ–นใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’ใŽใ‚…ใ…ใฃใจๆกใ‚Š็ท ใ‚ใฆ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚้ก”ใฏไฟฏใใ€่กจๆƒ…ใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ€’ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฌใ‚‹ในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃ......ใตใฃ......ใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚“ใฃ......! ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆใ‰......็‡ƒใˆไธŠใŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ......โ™กใ€ ไฝ•ใŒใ ใ€ใใฎใพใพ็‡ƒใˆๅฐฝใใฆๆถˆใˆใฆใ—ใพใˆใ€‚ ใฆใ€ๅพ…ใฆใ‚ˆ......็ขบใ‹ใ•ใฃใๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒๆœ‰ใฃใŸใชใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žๆทซ่•ฉ็ฒพ็ฅžใ€ ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใซใ€ใ“ใฎใ€Ž้™ถ้…”ใ€ใฃใฆใฎใฏๅƒ•ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹็•ฐๅธธใชใพใงใฎๅŸท็€ๅฟƒใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใซ้™ถ้…”ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใ†ใ‚ใ€ๅ‡„ใ„่ฟทๆƒ‘ใช่ฉฑใ ใชใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ€Žๆทซ่•ฉ็ฒพ็ฅžใ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅคšๅˆ†ๅƒ•ใซ่งฆใ‚ŒใŸใ‚Š่ˆใ‚ใŸใ‚Šๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใจๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใกใ‚ƒใ†ใฃใฆใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใชๅ–œใณใ‚’่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎๅฟซๆ„Ÿใซๅค‰ๆ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€ใฟใŸใ„ใช? ใƒใƒƒใ‚ญใƒช่จ€ใŠใ†โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใŸใ ใฎ็™บๆƒ…้ญ”ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹! ใฆไบ‹ใฏใ“ใฎๅญใƒคใƒณใƒ‡ใƒฌใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆ€ง่ณชใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ๆ‹’็ตถใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไฝ™่จˆใซๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฅฝใใซใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๆฎดใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฃใจใ€ๅฉใ„ใŸใ‚ŠๆฎดใฃใŸใ‚Š่นดใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไฝ™่จˆใซๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฅฝใใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆšด่จ€ๅใ„ใฆใ‚‚ไฝ™่จˆใซๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฅฝใใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไพ‹ใซใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ไป–ใฎๅญใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ‘ใฐ้ก”ใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅซŒใ„ใซใชใ‚‹ใฃใฆ้ธๆŠž่‚ขใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎไธญใซใฏใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใพใจใ‚ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใฆใ€ไธ–็•Œใ‚’ใƒใ‚คใ‚ชใƒใ‚ถใƒผใƒ‰ใซ้™ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ€ไบบ่‚‰ๅ—œ้ฃŸ่€…ใงใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๅฅฝใ้ŽใŽใฆ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใŒไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใŒๅซŒใ„ใซใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ใ€ใใ—ใฆไปŠใฎๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’ๆ„›ใ—ใพใใฃใฆ้ฃŸในใŸใ„ใ€ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใƒƒ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใใฏใ......ใชใใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจ......้ฃŸในใชใ„ใงใ€ๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ๆ„Ÿใ˜้ŽใŽใฆๅนผๅ…้€€่กŒใ—ใฆใ‚“ใฎใ‹ใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใซไผšใฃใŸ้ ƒใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅคฉ็œŸ็ˆ›ๆผซใ ใ‘ใฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไผš่ฉฑๅ‡บๆฅใฆใŸ้ ƒใŒใ‚‚ใ†้šๅˆ†ใจๆ˜”ใฎใ“ใจใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ๆฐ—ใ‹ใ€‚ใ•ใฆ......ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใ......่บซไฝ“ใ€ๅŠ›ๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๅญใ‚’ๅƒ•ใฎไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใๅ‰ฅใŒใ™ใฎใฏๅคšๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใ†็„ก็†ใ ใ€‚ใใฃใจใ“ใฎๅญใฏๅœฐ็„ใฎๆžœใฆใพใงไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆๅ‡บๆฅใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚ŒใฐไปŠๅบฆใฏไธ–็•ŒไธญใŒใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใงๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใฃใกใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฏๆญปใฌใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใง......ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใŒๅฅฝใใชใฎ?ใ€ ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€ใ“ใฎๅญๅƒ•ใฎไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใŒๅฅฝใใจใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ“ใฎๅญใฎๅฅฝๆ„ใ‚’่ฒทใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚้€€่ทฏใŒ......ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚ใจใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๅพ…ใคไฝใ—ใ‹ๆ‰‹ใŒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚็ฉบใŒ็™ฝใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚ใจ4ๆ™‚้–“ไฝใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ......ใใ‚Œใซ่ก€ใฎๆตใ—้ŽใŽใ‹ๆ„่ญ˜ใŒ้œžใ‚“ใงใใŸใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใƒผ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ๅƒ•ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ......ๅฅฝใใชใ ใ‘่ˆใ‚ใฆใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ......ใ‚‚ใ†ใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ็žผใŒ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒๆบใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€่บซไฝ“ใซๅŠ›ใŒๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„......ๅ€’ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใ†็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ™ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใฃใจๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใจ้ฃŸในใฆใ„ใใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚็—›ใฟใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅนธ้‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใ‚ใƒผใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉ......ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใชใ......ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใฏใ‚นใ‚คใƒƒใƒใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€่ฝใกใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚
Choosing Death Including {Red Night} , an existence called demon was just slightly different from the general magical beasts. With a body similar like human, but it was composed by magical beast's flesh, and its status was sky high, at an extent that couldn't be attained no matter how great talent a human had. But, among them there was existed a more special demon. That was, "noble demon" that contained {Red Night} . It was read similarly as noble demon, but the first one was called as "unique demon", a title for a special demon. And here was where {Red Night} belong to. That was the true identity of {Red Night} . Any human that was infected by it, got their souls destroyed, and their body would be transformed into that of demon. And then, any desires they possessed would greatly increase, and they would became a monster that attacking human. Leila's case was a good example of it, any human that was infected by {Red Night} , once they tasted the tastiness of human flesh, they would attain a great pleasure whenever they ate raw meat. Furthermore, those desires greatly increased at night. That was why it was referred as nocturnal demon. Also, not just the virus was hidden inside its human flesh, no one ever saw what happened inside its flesh-- that meant, even if the inside of the flesh was transformed, no one would noticed it. Even if its body was one of demon, it was formerly human's flesh, so its life span would be similar as a human. When the human's body was dead, the {Red Night} virus would come out and infecting another human again. That was why, this demon was strong, so strong to the point even demon lord couldn't defeat it. As a virus, at a world where medical treatment was by far inferior compared to the world where Kitsune come from,{Red Night} was invincible. --not just it was unknown, even if there was someone that know about it, there was no one that could deal with it, after all. But, this time Leila Vermilion was slightly different. There was a transformation at the virus itself. Its nature and power weren't that different from the{Red Night} up until now, but with a high aptitude of the girl named Leila for{Red Night} virus, also the existence of Kitsune that could fulfill her great and overflowing desire, {Red Night} achieved a transformation it never had thus far. Because of that, with Leila's body as the base,{Red Night} transformed into a full fledged demon. That was a matter of course, manipulating virus.... That meant, {Red Night} that could only infected one body thus far, now it could mass produced itself and infecting anyone around the world, after all. You understand it, don't you? The extent of its danger. If it had the intention to infected anyone around the world, it would increase its kind, the existence that could dye the world in red, the existence that could transform anyone into an A rank demon, that was how dangerous it was. Since she was only focusing at him, she was still a monster with only one body. Because she was yearning for him, she still contained the danger inside her. Then, if by any chance Kitsune got killed by her, * * * --what should I do, I wonder.... The lustful Leila-chan before me, even though it's just around a week ever since I came to this world, why does this monster so persistent about aiming at me? Ah, it really sucks. I also haven't found any good plan to overcome it, after all, what should I do.... For now, let's check her status. "...sta...tus..." The status of the monster before me is floating inside my mind. Name : Red Night Gender : Female Lv. 1 Strength : 25200 Stamina : 38400 Resistance : 850 Agility : 26560 Magical energy : 19820 Title :{Red Night} {Noble Demon of Virus} Skill : {Sword Art Lv.6} {Body Strengthening Lv.5} Innate skill :{Miasma Manipulation} {Lewd Soul} That status sure is that of a monster.... Isn't it way higher than that uncle's... perhaps around five times of his? If demon lord is also at this level, ahaha... it's indeed impossible. There's no way I could defeat such fellow. Moreover, from the sword art skill she possessed, perhaps she adopted it from the technique that was used by human, didn't she? I can also see monster like component in that aspect... also, demon that manipulating virus... that miasma, huh. That means, is {Red Night} some kind of disease? An infecting one? The hell it that, is it aiming for pandemic or anything? Doesn't that mean it has the ability to multiple itself as much as it pleased? Such a thing... what should I do to defeat it? "Ha, hahaha....!" "N, nnn? What's the matter, Kitsune-kun? Already give up? Can't hold it anymore?! Going to collapse!?" Don't be at high spirited like that, you damn monster. Because your lust is too high, the miasma around you is swaying disgustingly, you know? Calm it down. Also, I'm not giving up. "No, no.... I'm not giving up, yet... that face of yours, I haven't hit it, after all." "Muu... that's why I told you that it's okay even if you want to hit me or anything, didn't I? Moreover, isn't it impossible with that arm?" I'm sure of it, already. She sure is fond of me, but that isn't love, it's just as if she found something tasty, as if she got captivated by something interesting, as if she obtained a new toy, as if she got attracted by something new, isn't it? Such a thing is, I couldn't call it as love. "Say, Leila-chan...." "Nnn... ahaa... you call my name... what's up? Kitsune-kun?" "Let's have... a little, chat." "Eh? Just now, what did you say? Chat? Ahaa, I'm really happy! That's right, to loving each other we must know each other first, right!" For a rotten one, don't say such pure love-like word, even though you're just a cannibal that only love at love. But, that's convenient for me since it might become my way to overcome this situation. Soon, I'm at my limit to just stand up, after all. Let's have a chat while sit. Even if it's out of my expectation, I can't win against you... that's why, with this chat... I'll have you to "spare" me. If that's impossible than, well, let's think about it when it really happens. I've promised, after all, to Shiori-chan. I've promised, after all, to Finia-chan. That we'll go to amusement park together, that I'll return safely. When I sit down, she comes sit next to me and then clings at me. I can hear the sound of her sniffing at me. That's really irritating, but I have to bear with it. --this is my critical moment!! ...hey, don't lick my arm. Perhaps because I made a prefix to have a chat with her, she doesn't eat my body. Or rather, with just licking it she already makes such ecstasy expression. To be honest she makes a very erotic face, but for the current me it's a wonderfully irritating face. I never thought I'll be this angry at Shiori-chan's face. This girl sure is irritating. I hope she'd die at this instant. "Say, what kind of girl you prefer, Kitsune-kun? I'll do my best. So that you'd fall in love with me, I'll try my hardest." "Any girl other than you." "......" Ah... unintentionally, I said it. Doesn't it mean I'm going to die? I feel like just treaded on a land mine. She has quiite a warped food preference, but her feeling is a real deal, something akin to yandere. If she's just a normal yandere, when I reject her then it would end with just I get a stab from my back, but for such screwed girl, if I reject her it's already a matter of course that I'll die. Timidly, I take a glance at her. In doing so, I can see that her body is quivering while tightly gripping my gakuran. She hung her head down so I can't see her face. I think she's angry. Perhaps I should apologize here. "Ku... fu...fu....!" "Leila-chan...?" "Hnn...! That's not good, you know... it makes me burning, after all...." What, then just go get burn out and disappear as it is. Seems like her lust is rampaging just by having me calling her name. Or rather, just how much you love me? It's too heavy that it might even crush me. Eh, wait... if I remember it correctly, when I checked her status just now, there was a skill that bothered me. --{Lewd Soul} . If my guess is right, perhaps this {Intoxication} skill manifested because of her great attachment toward me, didn't it? Does that mean she is intoxicated at me? Uwah, what a very troublesome thing. Also, perhaps {Lewd Soul} is the one that makes her in great pleasure whenever she touches or licks me, and whenever I call her name, right? A skill that transform mental pleasure into body pleasure, or something along that line? To put it bluntly-- isn't she nothing but a lustful demon! That means her nature is worse than a yandere. Even though I clearly rejected her, didn't it unnecessarily makes her fall in love deeper with me? Since she even said that it was okay for me to hit her, so I'm sure even if I hit or kick her, it would only unnecessarily make her love me more. Even if I spite an abusive remark at her, it would only unnecessarily makes her fall in love at me more. If it's Finia-chan, her face would immediately changed whenever I approached a girl, after all. Is there no hate option inside her mind? If I rethink about it properly, having an S rank statuses, being able to turn this world into biohazard, a cannibal, in such lustful state because of she loves me so much, no matter what I do it won't make her hates me, and currently she wants to eat me with full of love, huh. "Ahnnn....!" "Haahaa... whaat's it?" "...I... want you to, not eat me, though...." Having a too great pleasure, does she regress into that of an infant? When we first met, Leila-chan was indeed quite an innocent one but she was still able to hold a proper conversation, I feel like that scene happened a long time ago already. Perhaps it's already impossible for me to run away from this girl. I'm sure she would follow me even to the deepest hell. Even if I somehow manage to escape from her today, in the next instant the world would be filled by {Red Night} . Either way I'd die. "...why...do you like me?" Not good, this girl doesn't just like some parts of me. She likes me as a whole. Even just for being alive, it would increase her affection toward me. Path to escape is... none. The only possibility is to wait for Finia-chan to come here, but I can't imagine she would abandon Lulu-chan and comes here. There are still at least four hours till the sky brighten, how sucks.... Moreover, because I've lost too much blood, my mind is starting grow hazy. "...Ah~... then, whatever." "Eh?" "Leila-chan... it's okay if you stay together with me... it's okay if you lick me as much as you want... I don't care about it anymore." My eyelids are dropping, my body is swaying. Not good, I can't muster up any strength from my body.... I'm falling. Perhaps I won't open my eyes again, right? When I collapsed here, I'm sure she would mince and ate my whole body. The fact that I can't feel any pain is most likely the one and only good part here. Aah, such a monster... there's no way I'd be able to deal with it, don't I....? But, at the next instant, as if I got my switch turned off, I collapsed.
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ๆ•ๆท:30960 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:26820 ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚น 4ๆญณ โ™€ ็ˆถ่ฆชใจๅ…ฑใซ้€ƒไบก็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไธญใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ้ ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅนผๅฅณใ€‚ๅ˜˜ๅใใฎๆ€งๆ ผใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใงใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šใจใ‚ใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใพใ ่ˆŒ่ถณใ‚‰ใšใช้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚‚ๅคšใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ไบบใฎๅๅ‰ใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใฏไธŠๆ‰‹ใ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซ้–ขใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚Œใƒใ‚‰ใจๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฎไธญใงใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซไธ€็•ชๆ‡ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใจใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใฎๅพŒใ€ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๆŠฑใใคใใชใฉใ€ๅญไพ›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไธ€้ขใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็ˆถ่ฆชใฎใ“ใจใฏไธ€ๅฟœๅฅฝใใชใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใ„็ˆถ่ฆชใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใƒ–ใƒญใƒณใƒ‰้ซชใจใทใซใทใซใฎ่‚ŒใŒๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅ˜˜ๅใใ‚ญใƒฅใƒผใƒˆใชๅนผๅฅณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ…ญ็ซ ใงใฏใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซ็ฅžๅฎ˜ใฎ็ด ๆใจใ—ใฆ็œผใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใŒใ€ๆ‰่ƒฝใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฏใพใ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€4ๆญณใซใ—ใฆๅˆๆœŸๆก”้ŸณใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ๅ€คใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใฎไบบ้–“ใฏใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใงใฏ่ตคๅญๅŒ็„ถใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…่ฃœๆญฃใงๅผทๅŒ–ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‡ชใฏใ€ๅฟƒๅบ•ๆตใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚น ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:10 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:20 ่€ๆ€ง:10 ๆ•ๆท:10 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:10 ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚น 30ๆญณ โ™‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใงใ€ใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใฎๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅจ˜ใ‚’ๅคงๅˆ‡ใซๆ€ใฃใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๅฏ„่ถŠใ—ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ€ๅฆปใฏๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅฆปใฎ้บไฝ“ใฏ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใฎ่จผๆ‹ ้š ๆป…ใฎ็‚บๅ›žๅŽใ•ใ‚Œใ€็ถšใ€…ใจ่ฅฒใ„ๆฅใ‚‹ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใ€ๅจ˜ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ้€ƒไบกใ€‚ๅฆปใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚€ๆš‡ใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผใฎๅฆปใฎ้บไฝ“ใฏใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใŒไบ‹ๅ‰ใซๅ›žๅŽใ—ใ€ๅฝขๅผใซๅ‰‡ใฃใฆไธๅฏงใซๅŸ‹่‘ฌใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๅ‡บใ—ใŸใŠ้‡‘ใง็ถบ้บ—ใชๅข“ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใซใใ‚ŒใŒไผใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฌกๅ›žใ‹ใ€ๆฌกใ€…ๅ›ž่พบใ‚Šใ€‚ ไปŠใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’ๆ•‘ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ๅ‘ฝใซใ‚‚ๅ‹ใ‚‹ๆฉใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ก—ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใใ‚ŒใŒ่ฆๅ› ใงๆ‰ฟ่ซพใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚น ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv12 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:210 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:350 ่€ๆ€ง:30 ๆ•ๆท:120 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:70 -ๅ…ญ็ซ ็™ปๅ ดใ‚ญใƒฃใƒฉ- ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒปใ‚คใƒˆใƒŠ 19ๆญณ โ™‚ ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅ‹‡ๆ•ขใซใ‚‚็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸๆ–ฐไบบๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏใพใ ใพใ ๆ–ฐ็ฑณใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใˆใฐๆญปใฏๅ…ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ ใŒใ€ไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎๆฑบๆญปใฎ่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใจใ€ๅถ็„ถใฎๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ็”Ÿใๆฎ‹ใฃใŸ้’ๅนดใ€‚ ไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใฃใŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ‚”ใ‚„ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ฉๅฝ“ใชๅŠฑใพใ—ใง็ซ‹ใกใชใŠใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅฐŠๆ•ฌใฎๅฏพ่ฑกใจใ—ใฆ่ฆ‹ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๅฝผใฎ้šฃใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจๆฑบๆ„ใ€‚ ๅฟƒๅ„ชใ—ใใ€็†ฑใ„ๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒปใ‚คใƒˆใƒŠ ไฝ“ๅŠ›:780 ่€ๆ€ง:90 ๆ•ๆท:540 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:460 ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซ 22ๆญณ โ™€ ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซใ„ใ‚‹้’้ซชใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎๅง‰ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็ง˜ๆ›ธใ ใฃใŸๅฅณๆ€งใ€‚ไปŠๅ›žใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆŽ’้™คใ™ใ‚‹ในใๆก”้Ÿณใซ้ ผใฟใ€ๅฝผใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅฝผๅฅณ่‡ช่บซใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๆ‚ชๆ”ฟใ‚’ๅผทใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซไธๆบ€ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ไปฅๅค–ใซใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆŽ’้™คใ—ใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆฅใฎ่ฉฑใ€‚ๆฌกใ€…ๅ›žใ‹ๆฌกๅ›žใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใงๅ…ฌ้–‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใฎๆง˜ใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ‚’็–‘ใ†็ฒพ็ฅžใฎใŠใ‹ใ—ใ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๆญฃ็›ดไบŒๅบฆใจ้–ขใ‚ใ‚ŠใŸใใชใ„ใจๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:130 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:230 ่€ๆ€ง:40 ๆ•ๆท:180 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:60 ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใƒปใƒใ‚น 26ๆญณ โ™‚ ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใซๅฟซๆฅฝใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ‡ถๆ‚ชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใ€‚ๆฎบใ—ๆ–นใฏๆง˜ใ€…ใงใ€็‰นใซใ“ใ‚Œใจใ„ใฃใŸๆฑบใพใ‚Šใฏ็„กใ„ใŒใ€ๅˆƒ็‰ฉใงๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใไบ‹ใŒๅคšใ„ๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ 12ๆญณใฎ้ ƒใ‚ˆใ‚Šไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใใŸใฎใงใ€ใใฎๆ•ฐใฏ่จ˜้Œฒใซๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚1043ไบบใ€‚่จ˜้Œฒใซๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ•ฐใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใใฎๆฎบๅฎณๆ•ฐใฏ2000ไบบใ‚’ๅคงใใ่ถŠใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ 12ๆญณๅฝ“ๅˆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŒ‡ๅๆ‰‹้…ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ€้€ƒไบกใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆ™‚ใซ่ฟฝๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚‰ๆฎบใ—ใฆ้€ƒใ’ๅ›žใ‚Šใ€็ด„10ๅนด้–“้€ƒใ’ๅ›žใฃใŸๆœซใซใ€ๅ›ฝใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆ•ใ‚‰ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆญปใฌใพใงๆ‹˜็•™ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใฃใŸๅฝผใฏใ€ใใฎ5ๅนดๅพŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ้‡ˆๆ”พใ€‚ ใใฎๅพŒใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็”จๅฟƒๆฃ’ใจใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใŒๅค–ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆญปใซใ‹ใ‘ใŸใŒใ€ใใฎๅพŒๆญปใซไฝ“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๆ‘บใฃใฆ้€ƒไบกใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใง็”Ÿใๅปถใณใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€้‡Žๅž‚ใ‚Œๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ๆถˆๆฏใฏไธๆ˜Žใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใƒปใƒใ‚น ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv82 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:8420 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:9800 ่€ๆ€ง:320:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:9720 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:2800 ใ‚ชใƒซใƒใƒปใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒณใƒใ‚น ไบซๅนด42ๆญณ โ™‚ ๆ‚ชๆ”ฟๅผทใ„ใฆใŸใ€่ฟ”ใ‚Šๅ’ฒใ‚’็‹™ใ†่ฒดๆ—ใ€‚็พๅœจๆญปๅŽปใ€‚ ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็œ็•ฅ ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ 12ๆญณ โ™€ ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๅ…ฑใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็Šฌใฎ็ฃไบบใ€‚ ็พๅœจใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ‚ฒใ—ใ’ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ•ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅพŒๆ‚”ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅผฑใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใจ่€ƒใˆใ€ไปŠใฏ็„กๆˆ‘ๅคขไธญใซๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆธ‡ๆœ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ…ฑใซใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ๅฑใ†ใ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…้”ใซใฏใ€็”Ÿใใฆ่กŒใ็‚บใซๅ…ฑใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ไธŠใงๅคšๅฐ‘ๅ”ๅŠ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅฟƒใฏ้–‹ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆจกๆง˜ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv47 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:6890 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:10340 ๆ•ๆท:7950 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:5670 ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข 0ๆญณ โ™€ ใƒซใƒซใจๅ…ฑใซๅ‹‡่€…ใจ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ…ฑใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€‚ๅทซๅฅณใซๅทฑใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใฎๅช’ไป‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŠ้ขใ‚’ๆกใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎไธ‹ใ‚’ไธ€ๆ™‚้›ขใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใจๅ…ฑใซ่‡ช่บซใฎๅผทๅŒ–ใ‚’ๅ›ณใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใงใฏใƒซใƒซใฎๅฑใ†ใ•ใซๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจ้›ขใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใฎๅฑใ†ใ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจ้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใšใฃใจๆตฎใ‹ใชใ„่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€ไปฅๅ‰ใฎๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฎๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ็„กใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€…้”ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅฟƒใฏ้–‹ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใŒใ€็”Ÿใใฆ่กŒใ็‚บใซๆˆฆ้—˜็ญ‰ใ€ๅ”ๅŠ›ใฏใ™ใ‚‹ๆจกๆง˜ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:5640 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:7890 ่€ๆ€ง:300:STOP! 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Characters Introduction of 6th Arc *Protagonist Party* Naginata Kitsune - Male - 18 years old At the end of the sixth chapter, he obtained resistance stat comparable to an A-ranked attack power. However, his level had somehow reverted to 1 again. The "STOP!" had also disappeared from his strength stat. He had deduced that this was most likely due to his unique skill "Re:Origin", but as of right now he still didn't understand the details of that skill. And considering the fact that his stats grew faster when he reverted to level 1, he didn't see any demerit upon this phenomenon. Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv.1 Stamina : 4210 Resistance : 8800 Agility : 4650 Magic Power : 3420 Trishe Lumieira - Female - 17 years old The conscience of Kitsune's party. She got herself mentally exhausted everytime Leila went of control or when Kitsune caused problems by taking crazy actions. However, ever since she followed Kitsune, she noticed that even the mediocre herself had gotten stronger. In that regard, she had no intention of leaving Kitsune's side. As of the end of chapter six, the only conversation partner who didn't make her get exhausted was the former Count Higurd. Also, in the case of her combat style, she could demonstrate abilities above her stats numbers. She was a girl overflowing with potentials. Regarding Leila, it was dangerous to be with her without Kitsune around, so she wished to be alone with her as less as possible. Name : Trishe Lumieira Strength : 1670 Stamina : 1890 Agility : 1780 Magic Power : 500 Leila Vermilion - Female - 17 years old She didn't play an active role in Chapter 6, but meeting Nico seemed to have awakened her maternal instincts. She seemed to be quite fond of Nico, and when she hugs her, she hugs her back gently, and she seemed to have developed an affection to children. She had only recently awakened as S-ranked demon, so still didn't seem much of a threat, but as time goes by, she seemed to have more or less gotten used to controlling miasma as well as combat. Even against Reis who possessed A-rank prowess, aside from a few cut of her hair, it could be said that she defeated him unharmed. It seemed that she was putting her feeling for Kitsune on hold. She no longer felt hazy whenever she was near Kitsune and touched him, so she decided to stick closer to him than ever before. Name : Leila Vermilion Race : Noble Demon of Virus Strength : 35200 Stamina : 43400 Resistance : 2400:STOP! Agility : 30960 Magical energy : 26820 Nico Arcs - Female - 4 years old A young girl who was left in the care of Kitsune while she was on the run with her father. She possessed the nature of a liar, so she liked to utter lies. However, she seemed to be still lisping a lot, and she couldn't call people with their names properly either. Even when she called out to Leila (katakana), she called her Leila (hiragana). Among Kitsune's party, she was most attached to Leila, and after the fight against Reis, she showed a part of her childish side by hugging her in worry. She seemed to more or less love her father and considered him a kind father. She was an adorable liar of cute young girl with blonde hair and squishy skin. In Chapter 6, she was targeted by Duke Orba as a priest candidate, but it was still unknown whether she was actually talented or not. However, considering that at the age of four she possessed strength stat comparable to that of Kitsune's initial stat, it appeared that the people of Kitsune's former world were only at the level of babies of the other world. It seemed that Nagi, who was strengthened due to correction of being a Hero, was truly blessed. Name : Nico Arcs Strength : 10 Stamina : 20 Resistance : 10 Agility : 10 Magic Power : 10 Higurd Arcs - Male - 30 years old He was Nico's father, a former count of the Arcs House. He loved his daughter dearly, and his wife was killed by Reis who sent by the Duke Orba. However, his wife's remains was recovered by the knights to erase the evidence, and he ran away with his daughter to escape from the soldiers who came after them one after another. He didn't have time to grieve for his wife's death. However, his wife's body was retrieved beforehand by Claire and was then given proper burial. Claire also spent her own money to erect a pretty tomb for her. The time she'd tell Kitsune and the others about that was when they met next time or perhaps the one after that. Currently, not only did he feel gratitude to Kitsune for saving his daughter, he also felt that he owed him more that his life worth of favour. That was the main reason why he'd agreed to leave the town. Name : Higurd Arcs Gender : Male Lv. 12 Strength : 210 Stamina : 350 Resistance : 30 Agility : 120 Magic Power : 70 *Chapter 6 New Characters* Jack Itona - Male - 19 years old A newbie adventurer who bravely stood up to the Goblin King. His prowess was only at newbie level, so against the Goblin King it was supposed be impossible for him to escape death, however he survived thanks to the sacrifice of the other adventurers and the eater hand which happened to be there. He lamented for the dead adventurers, but he managed to get back on his feet thanks to Kitsune's noncommittal encouragement. He now looked up to Kitsune with respect, and made determination to someday be able to stand and fight shoulder to shoulder with him. He was a kind-hearted adventurer with a passionate heart. Name : Jack Itona Stamina : 780 Resistance : 90 Agility : 540 Magic Power : 460 Claire Lemar - Female - 22 years old She was the big sister of the blue-haired receptionist at Miniera as well as the former secretary of Duke Orba. This time, she asked Kitsune to get rid of the Duke Orba. Apparently, other than her dissatisfaction with his misgovernment, she had her own personal reasons for wanting to get rid of the Duke Orba, but that was another story. She'd revealed it next time or the one after that. He thought of Kitsune as a monster. After witnessing his crooked mindset which made her doubt whether he was truly human or not, she honestly didn't want to get involved with him ever again. Name : Claire Lemar Strength : 130 Stamina : 230 Resistance : 40 Agility : 180 Magic Power : 60 Reis Ness - Male - 26 years old An S-ranked vicious killer who took pleasure in killing people. He killed in various ways, there is no specific custom or anything, but most of time he killed people by slashing them with a blade. He had been killing people since he was 12 years old, and recorded victims alone numbered to 1043. If the unrecorded victims were also included, then the total would be well over 2,000. From the age of 12 he was wanted by the government, sometimes he even killing his pursuers while moving from one place to another, and after about 10 years of hide and seek, he was finally captured by an S-ranked adventurer who received the request from the government,. He was supposed to be confined until his death, but five years later he was released by Duke Orba. Afterwards, he became Duke Orba's bodyguard. However, when Kitsune killed Duke Orba, the slave collar was unlocked. Leila nearly killed him, but he later escaped by dragging his close to death body. Whether he somehow managed to survive or died somewhere in the wilderness, his whereabouts were unknown. Name : Reis Ness Gender : Male Lv. 82 Strength : 8420 Stamina : 9800 Resistance : 320:STOP! Agility : 9720 Magic Power : 2800 Orba Fonnes - Male - 42 years old An aristocrat who enforced misgovernment and was trying to get back to the capital. Now dead. Status omitted because he was dead. Lulu Soleil - Female - 12 years old In journey together with the Hero. She was a dog beastman. She was currently in regret over having made Kitsune had a sad expression, and thought it was because she was weak, so now she was single-mindedly craving for power. From the point of view of Finia, who was with her, she was in a very precarious state. Since she was together with the Hero party, she more or less cooperated with them in order to survive. However, she didn't seem to have opened up her heart to them at all. Name : Lulu Soleil Gender : Female Lv. 47 Strength : 6890 Stamina : 10340 Agility : 7950 Magic Power : 5670 Finia - Female - 0 years old An Idea type Fairy who was in journey together with the heroes along with Lulu. She had to leave Kitsune's side for the moment because the Miko was holding the mask which was the medium of her existence. She had been working together with Lulu to become stronger, but recently she had been concerned about Lulu's precarious state. The fact that she was separated from Kitsune combined with Lulu's precarious state, ever since she was separated from Kitsune she'd always had gloomy expression, she hadn't showed her sunflower-like smile even once. She hadn't opened up her heart to the Hero, but she still cooperated with them in battle to survive. Name : Finia Strength : 5640 Stamina : 7890 Resistance : 300:STOP! Agility : 8020 Magic Power : 19800 Serizawa Nagi - Male - 17 years old The Hero, currently he was striving to get stronger. Thanks to his talent and Hero correction, he was steadily getting stronger. He seemed to be concerned about Lulu who was overworking herself. After having practical combat training to accumulate experience against the swordsman Jik, he was now capable of cornering him. It surely wouldn't be long for him to obtain S-rank prowess. Name : Serizawa Nagi Strength : 12030 Stamina : 13400 Resistance : 310:STOP! Agility : 13800 Magic Power : 6780
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ๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚€ใŸใ‚ใฎไธ€ๆญฉ ใ€Œใ•ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ€ ๅƒ•้”ใฏไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸๅพŒใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ‚’้ ผใ‚Šใซๆ—…ๆ”ฏๅบฆใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใŸใ€‚ใ‚ตใƒใ‚คใƒใƒซใ‚„้‡Žๅฎฟใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใฏไธ€้€šใ‚ŠๆœฌใจๅฎŸ้š›ใฎ็ตŒ้จ“ใงๅคงไฝ“ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ€ๅฏงใ‚ใใฎๆ—ฅใฎๅ†…ใซๅ›ฝๅค–ใฎ้›‘้ญš็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅƒ•ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅคœใซ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฎฅใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใจใ€ไธปใซๆ—…ๆ”ฏๅบฆใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใใฃใกๆ–น้ขใซไฝ“ๅŠ›ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎไปฅไธŠใซ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๅนผๅฅณๆ™‚ๆœŸใฎ้ ƒใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Š็ฃจใ„ใŸๅฐๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใšใซใ„ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€่ฆ‹้•ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใพใ ๆ‰‹ๅ…ƒใ‚„่ถณ่ฃใใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐๆˆฆใ„ใซไธๅฎ‰ๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ๅๅˆ†ใซๅŽ็ฉซใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๅƒ•้”ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏไปŠใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv16(โ†‘6UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:40 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:380 ่€ๆ€ง:550 ๆ•ๆท:410 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:200 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’้ญ…ไบ†ใ—ใŸ่€…ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv2ใ€ใ€Ž็›ดๆ„ŸLv2(NEW!)ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:??? PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ)ใ€ใƒซใƒซ(็ฃไบบ)ใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚ง(ไบบ้–“)ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ(้ญ”ๆ—) ๅๅ‰:ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv13(โ†‘5UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:650 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:500 ่€ๆ€ง:100:STOP! ๆ•ๆท:510 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:230 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Žๅฅด้šทใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅฐๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv3(โ†‘2UP)ใ€ PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ)ใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚ง(ไบบ้–“)ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ(้ญ”ๆ—) ๅƒ•ใฏ็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใš่€ๆ€งใŒไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ไป–ใฏๆ•ๆทไปฅๅค–ใ‚ใพใ‚Šไผธใณใฏ่‰ฏใใชใ„ใ€‚ๆฅต็ซฏใชๅฝขใจใ„ใˆใฐใใ‚Œใฏใใ†ใ ใŒใ€้˜ฒๅพก็‰นๅŒ–ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅคงใ—ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็ฌฌไบŒๆฌกๆ€งๅพดใ‚‚่ฟŽใˆใŸใ“ใจใง้šๅˆ†ใจๆ•ฐๅ€คใŒไผธใณใŸใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒๅคงใใใชใฃใŸใ“ใจใงใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎๅค‰ๅ‹•ใฏใชใใจใ‚‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒๅคงใใๅ‘ไธŠใ—ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใใ“ใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚‚ๅŠ ใˆใ‚Œใฐไธญใ€…ใซๅคงใใๆ•ฐๅ€คใŒไผธใณใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฐๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใ‚‚ไฝฟใ„ใ“ใชใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ3ใธใจไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใพใงใฏ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏใใ‚ŒไฝใฎๆŠ€่ก“ใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใพใŸใ€ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„็™บ่ฆ‹ใจใ—ใฆไป–ไบบใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎ้™็•Œๅ€คใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไบ‹ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่€ๆ€งๅ€คใฎๆจชใซSTOPใจๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฃใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่€ๆ€งใฏ100ใง้™็•Œๅ€คใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅ‹ใกใ ใชใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ800ใกใ‚‡ใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚1000่ถŠใˆใŸใ‚‰่€ๆ€งใ ใ‘ใชใ‚‰ใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใ ใ‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ›Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ‚‚500ๅ‰ๅพŒใŒ้™็•Œใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช่จณใงใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹็‚บใซๅ•†ไบบ้”ใŒ็”จๆ„ใ—ใŸ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธ‹ใธใจ้›†ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ“ใซใฏไปŠใพใงไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใฃใŸใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘็‰ฉๅฏ‚ใ—ใ„ๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใฎ้ ฌใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฝ“ใฆใฆใ€ๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใคใ ใฃใฆๆˆปใฃใฆๆฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใฏใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ใซใ€ๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆ้€ฒใพใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญใ‚’่ฆ—ใ‘ใฐใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ„ชใ—ใ’ใช็žณใงๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใซใธใ‚‰ใ€ใจๆฐ—ใฎๆŠœใ‘ใŸ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใฎๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ่ตคใ„็žณใงๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ“ใฃใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใฏใ„ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใซไน—ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏๅƒ•ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒผไปฅๅค–ใซใ‚‚3ไบบใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใใฎ3ไบบใฏไธ€ใคใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒผใงใพใจใพใฃใŸใƒใƒผใƒ ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅฅณใฎๅญ2ไบบใจ็”ทใŒ1ไบบใ€ใฑใฃใจ่ฆ‹ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ใ‹ๅฐ‘ใ—ไธŠใจใ„ใฃใŸๅนด้ฝขใฎ็”ทใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญ2ไบบใŒใใฎ็”ทใซๆƒšใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใฃใŸๆ„Ÿใ˜ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฅณใฎๅญ้”ใŒ็”ทใฎไธก่…•ใซใใ‚Œใžใ‚Œ่…•ใ‚’็ต„ใ‚“ใงใ€่ฆ–็ทšใงใŠไบ’ใ„็‰ฝๅˆถใ—ๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€็”ทใจๅƒ•ใฎ็œผใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅ€ค่ธใฟใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช่ฆ–็ทšใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็‰นใซๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚็„กใๅƒ•ใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒๆญฃ็›ดไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใ ใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใชใ‚‰ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚ˆใๆตดใณใฆใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้šฃใซๅบงใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆŒจๆ‹ถใ‚‚ใชใ—ใจใฏๆต็ŸณใฏHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใชใ‚กใ‚ชใ‚คใ€ 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ใใ†ใ€ใ‹ใคใฆๅƒ•ใฎๅทฆ็›ฎใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ‹ใคใฆๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใงๅฎŸๅŠ›ๅทฎใŒใฏใฃใใ‚Šๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ ผไธ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ—ใฆๆ‚ฆใซๆตธใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅฅดใปใฉใ€ๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ ใ€Œๆ ผไธ‹ใฎๅƒ•ใซใใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็ตกใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ๆ™‚็‚นใงใ€ใใ“ใŒ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใœ?ใ€ ๅ›้”ใฏใใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ„ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ใใ‚Œใ€ใƒใƒƒใ‚ซใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ‚ธใƒซใ€ๅผฑใ„ใฎใŒๅ ใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใใ†ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅฅดใซๆง‹ใ†ใ“ใจใญใ‡ใฃใฆใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็”ทใฎไธก้šฃใซๅบงใ‚‹ๅฅณใฎๅญไบŒไบบใŒใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณ้”ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็”ทใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใ‚ธใƒซใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅˆฅใซๅๅ‰ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ„่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฎใงใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚Šใฏใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆๅˆฅใซใ€็”ทJใจๅฅณAใ€Bใงใ€‚่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ 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้ฃŸในใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆบ€ใ€…ใ ใชใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใใ†่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ•ใฆใ€ๅ‡บ็™บใ ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ไปŠๅ›žๅƒ•้”ใŒๅ—ใ‘ใŸไพ้ ผใฎไพ้ ผไธปใฏใ€ไฝ•ใฎๅ› ๆžœใ‹ใ€Žใ‚ฏใƒญใƒขใƒชๅ•†ไผšใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅ•†ไผšใซๅฑžใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅฅด้šทๅ•†ไบบใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎใฃใฆใฉใ‚Œใ ใ€ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใง่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ•†ๅ“ใจใ—ใฆๅฃฒใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฃฒใฃใฆใŠ้‡‘ใซใ—ใฆใฟใฆใฏใฉใ†ใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ใฎๅฅด้šทๅ•†ไบบใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซๆ€ฏใˆใŸๆง˜ใช้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใจๆŒจๆ‹ถใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใจๆ…ŒใŸใ ใ—ใ่ฟ”ใ—ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ้šๅˆ†ใจ็ฒพ็ฅžใซใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใŸ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ในใ้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ 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First Step to Reach For A Clue "Well then, let's go, to Grandile Kingdom." After accepting the request, we arranged our preparation for this journey according to Rishe-chan and Leila-chan's knowledge. The general knowledge about survival and sleeping outdoor were could be learned by reading books or practical experience so I somewhat understood it, or rather, that day I and Lulu-chan raised our levels by fighting against small fries at the outside of the country, and after that I calmed down the lustful Leila-chan who assaulted me at night, that part took the most of my stamina today rather than the preparation itself. Seems like the just grown Lulu-chan has mentally grown more than her appearance, when she was still at her little girl state, she could already handle the short sword quite refinedly, but it has increased beyond recognition. I still can see her uneasiness at her movement, but with just having her able to fight is considerably as a good result already. And right now our statuses are something like these. Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv. 16 (| UP 6) Strength : 40 Stamina : 380 Resistance : 550 Agility : 410 Magic Power : 200 Title :{Other worlder} {The one who fascinates demon} Skill : {Pain Nullification Lv.2} {Intuition Lv.2(NEW)} {Eerie Constitution} {Other World Language} {Status Appraisal} {Persistence} {Overpower} {Other worlder} {Near Death Experience} Innate skill : ??? PT Member : Finia (Fairy), Lulu (Beas-kin), Trisha (Human), Leila (Demon) Name : Lulu Soleil Gender : Female Lv. 13 (| UP 5) Strength : 650 Stamina : 500 Resistance : 100:STOP! Agility : 510 Magic Power : 230 Title :{Slave} Skill :{Short Sword-Arts Lv.3 (| UP 2)} PT Member : Naginata Kitsune, Finia (Fairy), Trisha (Human), Leila (Demon) As usual, my resistance increased the most, and aside from my agility all my status didn't increased that much. It could be said as an extreme state, but specializing in defense isn't a bad thing. On the contrary, after experiencing her secondary growth, her statuses considerably increased. In the first place, since her body has grown, even without any change at her level, her statuses would still greatly increased, so combined with level up, it increased even further. Also, I got a new discovery that seems like I can see other people's status limit values. Since there's a 'STOP!' word beside Lulu-chan's resistance value, so I'm sure her resistance limit is 100, right? This part is my win, Leila-chan's is around 800 so I'd be able to surpass it soon enough. When it surpass 1000, my resistance would become top class, right? Even for S rank adventurers, their resistance limit are around 500, after all. Leaving that aside, we are currently gathering inside the merchant's wagon to leave Miniera. When I turn around, I can see Miniera that has been taking care of us thus far. I feel a bit lonely because of it. And then, Finia-chan puts her hand at my cheek, and float a sunflower-like smile. "Yes, I understand it." And then, when I peek to inside the wagon, Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan are looking at me with gentle eyes, and Leila-chan is smilling and looking at me with eyes that are floating heart marks. She's in heat. "Let's go, Kitsune-san." "Yes, yes." I get on the wagon. Other than my party members, there are also three other adventurers. Seems like they're in a same party. Two women and one man, at a glance, the man is bit older than me, where the women are fall in love with him, or so how I take it. The women are linking arm with him at his respective arms, where their gazes are seemingly keeping each other in check. And then, my and that man's gazes meet. A gaze that is appraising me. It's a bit annoying, but since it isn't something I need to concern myself with, so I cut my gaze away from him. Leila-chan's gaze is honestly more annoying, after all, I'm already get used to a gaze of such level at my former world. While thinking so, I sit next to Lulu-chan. "Not even a greeting, huh, as expected from an H rank, right? Oi." Then, perhaps he feels dissatisfied that I cut my gaze away, so the man is calling out to me, I feel like even the quarreling women are also glaring at me. Even if these women look like someone you could find anywhere, I'm sure as adventurers, their ability are at least E rank, right? How scary. "Ah, sorry, it's just I didn't think that you were someone I need to greet, so." But that has nothing to do with me. If you have no intention to become a coward who would cower before any annoying gaze, then there's no need to be scared of any gazes at this level. "Hoo, your lip-service sure is amazing, right? For a mere small fry." "Ahaha, please don't act strong like that, it only makes you look weak, you know?" "Tch... even though this great me has kindly taught you about mannerism toward your senior, you sure are cheeky, aren't you?" "A really strong person won't teach a mannerism toward a weakling, you know? A really strong person is, could be understood the difference in status just by their behavior, you know?" Right, like Liela-chan who once snatched away my left eye, like that uncle whom I could understand the difference between our strength just by facing against him, so a person like him who is rejoicing by looking down to any person with lower rank than him is, not something considerable. That means, "From the fact that you take a quarrel with me, I can see your base, you know?" This man isn't anything comparable to them. "...the hell is that, how foolish. Just stop it already, Jill, a weakling is could only bark but no bite, right?" "Yup, yup, there's no need to mind about such person." Thereupon, both women who sit next to the man say so. I don't know their names, but seems like the man's name is Jill. It isn't like I want to know their name of anything, so I don't peek their statuses. The man J and the women A, B, are good enough. I have no interest in them, after all. It's just, seems like the man is quite a womanizer, leaving the women next to him waiting, seems like he's more interested at Leila-chan. A white haired and red eyed cutie who wears a short black dress, and since she's laying down so I'm sure her white long and glamorous legs that stretched out from her cuff would surely entice any eyes, right? Her boobs are also considerably big, after all. Moreover, she's at such lustful state, so of course I understand why he wants to assault her. Next morning, it would be good if his body was still remained, though.... "Well, fine, we're going to be together till Grandile kingdom, after all... let's get along well." "I agree with that, at least on the surface, let's get along well." He says so while keep on looking at Leila-chan's thighs as if licking it. He's fully intending to eat her, huh. While thinking so, I answer so while floating my usual faint smile. * * * This time, our client is, I don't know what kind of fate it is, but seems like it's a company named "Dark forest company", that slave merchant. Which one do you mean by 'that'? Perhaps there'd be someone who think so, so let me explain it, it's the merchant who sold Lulu-chan and also asked me to sell Finia-chan. The moment he saw me, he floated a somewhat frightened face, but when I greeted him and said 'please take care of us', he hurriedly answered with 'please take care of us, too'. Seems like my "Eerie constitution" at that time had carved a bit trauma upon his soul. Nonetheless, the wagon that we ride is keep on advancing toward Grandile kingdom. "Well, we're more experienced at guarding request, so I'll have you abide my instruction... there's none of us who want to die, after all, right?" "Well, that sure is right. Fine, I'll abide you since you have a slight superiority at this field." Inside the advancing wagon, the man tells us to abide him with a serious expression, completely different from the first time we met. As expected, even if he's rotten, he's still an adventurer with higher rank than me, seems like he would completely changes when life is put on the line. Looking at that part of him, I feel like I don't mind on abiding him, the so called experienced person. "Experience-wise we're better, but number-wise you're better. Of course, ability-wise I don't feel like losing, but having an equal member would be better, right?" "I see, that means, we have to put one of our party member on your side, right?" "You sure understand it fast, but... since you're the leader so you're a no go, a team without its head tends to scatters away, after all... and, it would be better if it's someone with ability that could keep up with ours." Ah, he sure is hopeless. The hell with experienced person. With such long preface, all he wants is to pull Leila-chan into his side, right? Since the well known C rank adventurer, Leila-chan, would perfectly match that requirement, after all. Moreover, when I look more closely at him, he's taking a peek at the laying down Leila-chan from time to time. That serious expression, I'm sure he has practiced it for long, right? What a touching effort with the sole purpose to gather girls around him. "Then, Leila-chan, go there." "Eh~" The man quietly makes a triumphant pose, I see it, I see it, you know? Nonetheless, if you really like her that much then please take her away from me, already. If possible, please make her fall for you, if you're able to do it then she'll turn from my stalker into yours, if you do that, then, you know, everyone would be happy. "Don't want to, I want to be together with Kitsune-kun." "I want to stay away from you, though." "Your head has gone worse, isn't it?" Seems like Leila-chan is also at her best form today. Considering just how self-centered she is, I don't know why but somehow that's the conclusion I get. "Now just go there already! Since Kitsune-san has me with him already, after all." "Ahaha, no matter what a bug says, I don't hear anything." "Leila-chan, I told you to don't call her as bug, didn't I?" "But, if I call her bug then Kitsune-kun will come and tried to kill me, right?... that would be the best...." I'm enough with this girl already... thinking so, I send a glance at Rishe-chan, and then, letting out a sight, she sends a gaze toward Leila-chan. "Leila, I don't think I have the right to say it, but... since you're together with us, I think it would be better to be a bit more cooperative, you know? How about starts with abiding Kitsune's word?" "Ufufufu... I have no intention to abiding your word, but, fine, I'll go there. Because I love Kitsune-kun so much, after all!" I don't think it is because Rishe-chan is the one who said it, but Leila-chan somehow consent with it with a somewhat satisfied expression. Seems like she simply wants to get my attention, huh. What a nuisance. Or rather, does she take a liking into it, I wonder, the 'Because I love Kitsune-kun so much, after all' phrase. She always says it every crucial moments, so perhaps she really takes a liking into it, right? Nonetheless, since Leila-chan goes to his side, the man's mood is sky rocketed. He immediately says 'best regard' while pulling out his hand to her, but Leila-chan only says 'best regard~' without taking his hand. His smile is a bit cramped at her reaction, but seems like he's still able to properly maintain his good upfront. This man sure will has a hard time, right? There's also the worst possibility that she might eat your presented hand, you know? "Ah, umm... what's it, ah right, with this our number has been equaled... we'll guard the front, and you take a vigilance at the rear. We'd need around three days to reach Grandile kingdom, so we'll exchange our place at times. You haven't had such experience, right?" "Well then, let's move immediately. Go to your respective post." "Ah wait, let me give you an advice first." Since the plan has been decided, the man immediately takes his weapon and stands to go to his post with both of his women following in kind. However, there's one thing I need to tell him first. Similarly like how he acted as a senior at this guarding request, so I also have to give him an advice as a senior at this field. "Please be careful with Leila-chan, especially... at 'night'." "Ha? What do you mean?" "Well, anyway, at night be careful with anything red, kay? At the worst case, there's a possibility of dying, after all." Looking at the man who inclines his head, I also take my equipment and stand up. Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan are also following in kinds, and start moving. I have no reason to tell him everything, I have no obligation to do so, and I don't feel like I want to do it either. My advice just now was just something akin to a thanks since he properly did his duty as a senior at guarding request. If possible, please don't die, and take Leila-chan away from me. The chance is very slim, but I'm counting on you. Do your best. Finishing our conversation, we start progressing toward Grandile kingdom. --however, I never expected it. That my choice to go to Grandile kingdom is, for me, will give me "A painful despair worse than death itself".
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ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็ฌฌไธ€ๆญฉ ๆฒˆ้ป™ใŒ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅŽใ‚ใ€่ฆ–็ทšใจ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ่ก็ชใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆš—้›ฒ็ซ‹ใก่พผใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ้›ฒใซ่ฆ†ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸๅคœ็ฉบใฎไธ‹ใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„็œŸใฃๆš—ใช็ฉบ้–“ใฎไธญใงใ€็งใจ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹่ฒ ใฏ็€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใจใฏใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใŒ็งใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ€Ž้จŽๅฃซใ€ใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใซ้”ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใฎ่ฉฑใ€‚็งใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใŒๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใใฎใ‚’ใ€ๅพ…ใคใ ใ‘ใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฏ้‹ญใ„็œผๅทฎใ—โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚Œใ“ใๆˆฆ้—˜ไธญใจไฝ•ใ‚‰ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚Šใชใ„็จ‹ใฎ็œผๅ…‰ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ€็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎไธ€ๆœฌ็ทšใฎๆง˜ใซ้–‰ใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅฃใฏใ€้–‹ใๆฐ—้…ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ......ใ€ ็งใฏ็›ฎใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใง้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใง่‡†ใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€้จŽๅฃซใจใ—ใฆๆˆฆใ†่€…ใซใฏๅ€คใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•......ใ‚ณใƒฌใฏใ€ ไธๆ„ใซใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใŒ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็™บใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅŒๆ™‚ใซ็ˆถๆง˜ใฎ็žณใŒ็ฟก็ฟ ่‰ฒใซ็…Œใ‚ใใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใ€‚ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใŒ่กจ้ขใซๆตฎใๅ‡บใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จผๆ‹ ใ ใ€‚็งใ‚‚่กจ้ขใซๆตฎใ‹ใณใ‚ใŒใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅŠนๆžœใฏ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ็งใŒใ€ไฝ•ใŒไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™ฏ่‰ฒใŒ......็ˆถๆง˜ใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ€็พจใพใ—ใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎ้ญ”็œผใฏใ€็ง้”ใฎๅฎถ็ณปใซๅ—ใ‘็ถ™ใŒใ‚ŒใฆใใŸๅŠ›ใ€‚ๆˆ‘ใ€…ใฏๅธธใซใ“ใฎ้ญ”็œผใจๅ…ฑใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎ้ญ”็œผใจๅ…ฑใซๅผทใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€็จ€ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้ญ”็œผใŒไฝฟใˆใชใ„่€…ใŒ......็งใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅจ˜ใŒใใ†ใ ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€้…ทใๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„......้จŽๅฃซใจใ—ใฆใฎๆ‰่ƒฝใ‚‚็„กใ„ใชใฉใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€็งใฏใ“ใฎ้จŽๅฃซใฎ่ก€็ญ‹ใฎ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ......็งใซใจใฃใฆๆœ€ใ‚‚ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใชๆœชๆฅใ ใฃใŸใ€ ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใ€็งใซๅคฑๆœ›ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซใ€็ง้”ใฎ่ก€ๆ—ใฎ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ‚’ๆ†‚ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚้ญ”็œผใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ€้จŽๅฃซใฎๆ‰่ƒฝใŒ็„กใ„ใ“ใจใ€ใ“ใฎไบŒใคใŒ็ˆถๆง˜ใ‚’่‹ฆใ—ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใŒ......ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้•ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใซใฏใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใช......ไปŠใฏใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใจใ—ใฆใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฌ‰ใ—ใๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€็ตๆžœใฏ็ตๆžœใ ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸๆ‰€ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š้จŽๅฃซใซใฏใชใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ!?ใ€ ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใ€่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚็งใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ็งใฏ้ฉšๆ„•ใซ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใฎใ‹ใจ็ˆถๆง˜ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฏ้ญ”็œผใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃ่พผใ‚ใฆใ€่จ€ใ„่พ›ใใ†......ใ„ใ‚„่จ€ใ„ใŸใใชใ•ใใ†ใซ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ดกใŽๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฆ‹ใŸๆ‰€ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฎๅ‰ฃใฏใ€Žๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผใ€......ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎๆŸ”่ปŸใ•ใจๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆ”ปๆ’ƒไปฅๅค–ใฎๅ›ž้ฟใซไฝฟใ†ๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใฏ......ใ€Žๅ‰ฃๆญฆๅผใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใ€Žๆต้กๅผใ€ใฎใใ‚Œใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่‡ช่ฆšๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใŒๆ•…ใซใ€ใฉใกใ‚‰ใฎๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใซใ‚‚ใชใ‚Šๅพ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ๅ…จใๅˆฅใฎๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใธใจๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆœ€ๆ—ฉใ€ๆ ผๅผ้ซ˜ใ„้จŽๅฃซใฎๅ‰ฃๆŠ€ใฎ็ฏ„็–‡ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงใใๅค–ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใซใฏใ€ๆˆฆใ†ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ้จŽๅฃซใฎใพใพใงใฏใ‘ใ—ใฆใ€Žไผธใณใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€ใฎใ ใ€ ใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใงใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็งใฏใ€็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใ€ๅคงใใช้จŽๅฃซใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’่ฟฝใ„็ถšใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซ! ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ใคใฎใ‚บใƒฌใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…จใฆใŒๅดฉใ‚ŒๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹! ็งใฏใ€้จŽๅฃซใซใฏ......ใชใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹......? ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€Žๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใซใชใ‚Œใ€ ็ˆถๆง˜ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใ€็งใฎๅฟƒใซใ™ใจใ‚“ใจๅŽใพใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆ......?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ‚‚ใฃใจไผธใณใ‚‹......! ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใชใฃใฆๅผทใใชใ‚Œ!ใ€ ใ€Œใงใ€ใงใ‚‚! ็งใฏ่ชฐใ‹ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซใฎๅงฟใซๆ†งใ‚Œใฆ......!ใ€ ใ€Œ็•ฐใชไบ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใช......่ชฐใ‹ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€้จŽๅฃซใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ใใ†ใ ใ€‚้จŽๅฃซใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ไบบใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ“ใจใซใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใฆใ€ไบบใ€…ใฎ็‚บใซๅƒใ่ทๆฅญใ ใ€‚ใใ“ใฏ้จŽๅฃซใจใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚่‡ช็”ฑใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€่ช‡ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฒซใใ‹ใ€ใใฎ้•ใ„ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ็”ทใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใฃใŸใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญ......ใใ†ๅไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญ......ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใฏใใฃใจใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใšใฃใจ้ซ˜ใ„้ ˜ๅŸŸใธใจๆ˜‡ใ‚Š่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ็”ทใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚„ๆ‹ณใจใ„ใฃใŸๆญฆใฎๅŠ›ใจใฏๅ…จใ้•ใ†......ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸ......ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใ€ใ—ใฐใ—ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใฃใฆใฟใฆใฏใฉใ†ใ ? ใใฃใจใ€้จŽๅฃซใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใชใ„ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒ......ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ใ“ใฎ้ญ”็œผใงใ™ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒ้ฉใ‚ใชใ„ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒ่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใ‚“ใž?ใ€ ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใคใญใจใฏใ‚ใ‚“ใชใซ้™บๆ‚ชใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’้†ธใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใซใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใใ‚“ใชใใคใญใ‚’่ชใ‚ใŸๆง˜ใช่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใ€ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใซไฝ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ็งใฏใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒใจใฆใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚็ˆถๆง˜ใŒใใคใญใฎไธญใซ่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใใคใญใŒ่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†้ญ”็œผใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹้€šใ›ใชใ„ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใŸใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฏใ€ใใฎๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒ่ฆ‹ใŸใใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใƒใƒใƒใƒƒใ€ใใ†ใ‹ใใ†ใ‹......ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ„ใคใ‹โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸ็งใฎๆ–นใธใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๆ€ช่จใช่กจๆƒ…ใง็ถบ้บ—ใชใƒ–ใƒซใƒผใฎ็žณใŒ็งใ‚’ๆ˜ ใ™ใ€‚ ็งใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใฎ็ˆถๆง˜ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ€ใšใฃใจ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸ่ƒŒไธญใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ๆ†งใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฟ…ใšใ€ใใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใพใ™ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ˆถๆง˜ใฏใ€ๅฅฝๆˆฆ็š„ใช่กจๆƒ…ใงๅคง่ƒ†ไธๆ•ตใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ็ฟŒๆœใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚้จŽๅฃซ็„ถใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้˜ฒๅ…ทใฏไป˜ใ‘ใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใŸๅ‰ฃใฏใใฎใพใพใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใจใฏ้ก”ไป˜ใใŒ้•ใ†ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ•ดๅฝขใ—ใŸ? ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใ‚“ใช่จณใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใพใ ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€่ตทใ“ใ™ๅ‰ใซใƒ‰ใ‚ขใŒใƒŽใƒƒใ‚ฏใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใง็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใฟใ ใ€‚ ใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰่ฉฑใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€ๆ˜จๆ—ฅ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆๅ‘Š็™ฝใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใšใฏใใคใญ......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€็งใฎ็‚บใซ่‰ฒใ€…ใจไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใพใๅคšๅฐ‘็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใฉๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆ•‘ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๆฉใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้•ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไบบ้–“ใใ†็ฐกๅ˜ใซใƒขใƒ†ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใพใใ€่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ‹ๆ„›ใจใ‹ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚ใพใ‚Šใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธๆตฎใ‹ใฐใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ขใƒฌใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅญใฏๅฅณใฎๅญๆ‰ฑใ„ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๅผฑใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไบบ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚Šใชๆ‰€ใ‚ใ‚‹่จณใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ใ ใช......ใ€ ใŠ? ใ“ใ‚ŒใฏๆฅใŸใ‹? ็›ฎใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่จ€ใ„ใซใใใ†ใซๆŒ™ๅ‹•ไธๅฏฉใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใพใ•ใ—ใๅ‘Š็™ฝๅ‰ใฎๅงฟใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹? ๆœŸๅพ…ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใช? ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ! ใ•ใใฉใ‚“ใจๆฅใ„! ใ€Œใใคใญใ€็งใ‚’ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไปฒ้–“ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ! .........ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ‹......่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใช!ใ€ ๅ‘Š็™ฝใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ๆ€ใ‚ใš่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใใ„ใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅ ดๅˆใฏไปฒ้–“ใซ่ช˜ใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆ‰‹้–“ใŒ็œใ‘ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้•ใ†ใŒ......็ˆถๆง˜ใซใฏ่ชใ‚ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใŸใ€ใใฎไธŠใงๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใ‚‹ใจๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ‚„ใ€ ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ€ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ‚Œใงใ„ใ„ใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็ตๅฑ€ใ€ๅ…จ้ƒจไธธใๅŽใพใฃใŸใฃใฆไบ‹ใงใ€ใ‚ใงใŸใ—ใ‚ใงใŸใ—ใ ใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใพใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ตทใใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฏ......ใพใ•ใ‹ใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ็ญˆใฎๅ…„ใ•ใ‚“......็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹......! ใฏใฃใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใญ! ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใฃ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็”Ÿใๅˆฅใ‚Œใฎๅ…„ใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆ•ตใ ใฃใŸ่จญๅฎšใฎๅคขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆฏŽๆ™ฉๆฏŽๆ™ฉๅˆฅใฎๅคขใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ˆใใ‚‚ใพใใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ใƒฌใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒชใƒผใŒ็ถšใใ‚‚ใฎใ ใญใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณๆ„Ÿๅฟƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๆฌกใ„ใงใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆบใ™ใฃใฆ่ตทใ“ใ™ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ้•ใฃใฆ็ด ็›ดใซ่ตทใใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅฝใงใ„ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ…......ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ ็œ ๆฐ—็œผใ‚’ๆ“ฆใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ—ๆ„่ญ˜ใฏใฏใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚ŠๆŒจๆ‹ถใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใพใ ใใ‚“ใชใซๆ™‚้–“ใฏ็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉๅคงๅˆ†ๅƒ•ใจใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใซๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใŠไบ’ใ„ใŒๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใŸ็ตๆžœใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใŒใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่™ใ’ใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏไฟก้ ผใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ‚“ใชใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒ......ใใคใญใ€ใŠๅ‰ๅฅด้šทใ‚’่ฒทใฃใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ๅฅด้šทใŒไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€Ž้šทๅฑžใฎ้ฆ–่ผชใ€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใฎ็™บ่จ€ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้–“ใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใฎใฏไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปฒ้–“ใซใชใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใงใ‚‚ไปŠใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅƒ•ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ ใ€‚ๅฅด้šทใจๅ‘ผใถใ“ใจใฏใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ‹ใ€ๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏ้š ใ‚Œใฆๅฅด้šทใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใช......ๅฎถๆ—ใจใ—ใฆๅ…ฑใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€็งใ‚‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅฅฝใพใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่‰ฏใ„ๅญใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไปฒ่‰ฏใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใชใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ ใ€ๅ…ƒใฏ้จŽๅฃซใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅญไพ›ใ‚’่™ใ’ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๅกตใ‚‚่€ƒใˆใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€ ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ“ใฎๅˆ†ใชใ‚‰ใ™ใใซไปฒ่‰ฏใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญๅŒๅฃซใ ใ—้€šใ˜ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฆ–็ฒพใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใฃใฆ็”ทๅƒ•ใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใ†ใ‚ใ€ใใ†่€ƒใˆใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฃใฆ็ตๆง‹ๅ‹ใก็ต„ใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใˆใฆๆฅใŸ! ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ†่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ไปฒ้–“ใ‚‚ๅข—ใˆใŸใ—ใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๆˆปใ‚‹็‚บใฎๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใใฎๆ‰‹ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฟฝใ†็‚บใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ๅ‹‡่€… ๅพ—ไฝ“ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎไฝไบบใซใ—ใฆ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’่จŽไผใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’็ง˜ใ‚ใŸ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€‚่ชฟในใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฎๅ‰ใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•้”ใฎไปฒ้–“ใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็ดนไป‹ใ ใ‘ใ—ใฆใŠใใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใˆ! ใใ†ใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ้จŽๅฃซๆง˜ใซใชใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ใ‹?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒๅๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๆณจใŒใ‚Œใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใตใจ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๆ”นใ‚ใฆ่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ•ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ใ€‚ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ ใ€ๅฅฝใใซๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใฆๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ้ ผใ‚€ใ€ ๆœ€ๅˆใซไผšใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๆœ€ๅˆใฎ่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ‚‚ๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅฎŸ้š›ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๆœ€ๅˆใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้จŽๅฃซใ‚’่ฟฝใ„็ถšใ‘ใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆจใฆใฆใ€ๆ–ฐใŸใช่‡ชๅˆ†ใธใจ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆœ€ๅˆใฎ่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆœ€ๅผทๅฆ–็ฒพใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏใใคใญใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๆญ“่ฟŽใ™ใ‚‹ใœใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ๅƒ•้”ใฏใใ‚Œใซ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใซๆ–ฐใŸใชไปฒ้–“ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚
Her First Step The silence is continued. Sheating our swords, our gazes are overlapping. Under the night sky which covered by the dark cloud, inside a dark place without anyone other than us, I and my father are standing facing each other. The battle is over. The rest is, whether my father deem my power is suitable as a 'Knight' or not. I'm just, waiting for my father, to open his mouth about it. But, my father is gazing sharply, similarly like when he was fighting, at me. His mouth which closed and make a solid line, showing no sign of opening. "...." I don't avert my eyes. If I avert my eyes here, I think that I won't be able to become a knight. If I'm hesitated here, I won't worth to fight as a knight. "--...this is..." Suddenly, my father says a word. And then, simultaneously my father's eyes are glittering with green jade light. That is the proof that "Demon eye of foresight" is appeared to the surface. I'm also able to make it appears at my eyes, but I can't activate its effect. The scenery, which I wanted to see by all means... is existed at my father's field of vision. Just a bit, I'm envious at him. "This demon eye is, an ability which is inherited at our family lineage. We're always together with this demon eye, we become stronger together with it." "...yes." "However, there were a rare case. Someone who was unable to use this demon eye similarly like you.... When I realized that she is my own daughter, I was greatly disappointed. But, not just that... I felt that I could see this knight lineage was coming to its end. That was... the worst possible future for me." My father is, simultaneously when he says his disappointment about me, does he feel hard to sever our blood relation. About the fact that I can't use the demon eye, about the fact that I don't have any talent to become a knight, my father is tormented by both of it. "However... it seems like I was wrong. You, have a proper ability to fight... right now, I think that as a father that is a very rejoicing thing." "However, the outcome is still the outcome. From what I could see, as I thought you can't become a knight." "!?" My father is, said that. I can't become a knight. I open my eyes wide in shock, looking at my father as if asking why?. And then, my father canceling his demon eye, and seems difficult to say it... and then ha starts talking as if it is something he doesn't want to say. "From what I could see, your sword technique is {Sword art style} ... however, the technique you just used, aside from your body movement and attacking style is... rather than {Sword art style} it was closer to {Flowing mirror style} . Moreover, seems like you weren't aware of it, but that was a variation style which different from these three style. That was already, greatly strayed from any sword style category which used by any knight with high status." "Wha...!" "You're, have the ability to fight. But, it{won't grow} if you keep becoming a knight." Then, then what should I do. I, even though from the moment I was born, I was always chasing the back of a great knight! Is it all going to crumbled just because of a single deviation! Is that means, I won't be able... to become a knight...? "That's why, Trisha, you should become an{adventurer} ." I feel like, My father words are, reverberating inside my mind. "Eh...?" "Your sword style would grow if you become an adventurer... that's why, you should become a strong adventurer." "B, but! I'm longing for a figure of a knight who protecting someone...!" "Don't say something strange.... If you want to protect someone, that doesn't necessarily means you must become a knight, right?" That is indeed, right. Adventurer is, a job which work for people's sake. That isn't different from knight. Having much freedom, having less pride, these are the only difference. "That man, what is he called as?" "Kitsune... he is called as such." "Kitsune... than man surely would keep ascending to a more higher place." "Eh?" "That man, I could see that he has something... a completely different ability than sword or martial arts...Trisha, how about you try following that man for a while? I'm sure, you'll be able to see scenery which won't be able to seen as a knight... that is, perhaps a scenery which even demon eye is unable to see, you know?" My father is, says so while laughing. Even though Kitsune was always emitting such perilous aura, why does my father says something as if he is recognizing him? My father, what did he see at that man. I'm, very curious about it. The scenery which Kitsune currently see, and the scenery which he's going to see, my father said that it's a scenery which even would be impossible to be seen using demon eye. I want to see it. "I, want to see that scenery." "Hahaha, I see, I see...." "I'm going to become an adventurer. And then someday...." To me who is stopping my words, my father is looking at me. He is dubiously looking at me with his clear blue eyes. I'm facing my father who is a knight leader, facing the back which was always I chase, facing the one I admire, "--without fail, I will surpass that back of yours." And say so. My father is, dauntlessly smiling with belligerent expression. * * * The next morning, Rishe-chan come to my room. Without using her knight armor, her sword is still hung at her waist but I feel that her face is somehow different from yesterday. Did she take a surgery? No no, that's no way possible. Finia-chan and Lulu-chan are still sleeping, before I wake them up, ever since my room's door was knocked those who are awake inside my room are none other than me and Rishe-chan. Seems like she has something to say to me, since I had did my best yesterday could it be she is going to confessing or so I thought with my heart pounding hardly, and so I face Rishe-chan. "Firstly, Kitsune... thank you, you've did so many things for my sake." "Ah, yes. Well, it was somewhat tiring but I had a debt to you for saving my life after all, so you don't have to mind about it." Seems like isn't about it. As I thought human aren't that easily become popular, huh. Well, that's also fine though, since I also can't imagine such view that Rishe-chan fall in love at me after all. Nevertheless, a girl like Rishe-chan seems like weak to be treat as a girl, right. She also has a little shy part at her, after all. "And then, umm..." Oh? Is it finally it? Averting her eyes, Rishe-chan is acting suspiciously as if she want to say something embarrassing, isn't it without a doubt the appearance of someone who is going to confessing? Is it okay if I have a high expectation here? It's okay right! Come on, come and say it! "Kitsune, would you put me into your adventurer comrade?" "Okay! ....hmm?" "I see... thank you, then from now on, please take care of me!" Seems like it wasn't a confession. I spontaneously answer it, but well isn't that fine. I was also intending to take her as my comrade if she was unable to become a knight, after all, isn't it good that I don't need to ask her myself. Or rather, I'm curious about what happened with her trial's result. "Then, Rishe-chan. Does that means you were unable to become a knight?" "That isn't quite right... in order to make my father recognizes me, I decided to become an adventurer." "I'm not quite understand what you're saying." I don't understand, but, if Rishe-chan is good with it then I won't say anything either. In the end, since everything were settled peacefully, everyone lived happily ever after. Well then, I think for now I should wake Finia-chan and Lulu-chan up. "Wake up, Finia-chan." "You 're... could it be, my supposed to dead elder brother... so you're alive...! Ha, good morning Kitunse-san! Rishe-chan is also here, huh! Good morning!" "Ah, good morning." Seem like her dream setting today is her long separated bother appeared again and become her enemy. Each night she sees different dream, but well since she could keep up with that original repertoire, in some sense I admire her. And then I shake Lulu-chan to wake her up. She is easy since different from Finia-chan, she would properly wake up after all. "Lulu-chan." "Hmm... good morning, Kitsune-sama." She is sleepily rubbing her eyes, but seems like she has properly conscious, since she properly greet me. It hasn't that long since she lives together with me, but it seems like she is considerably got used to my livelihood already. You could say that it's the result of us compromising each other, but it seems like at least she has believed me that I won't oppress her. Thanks god, thank god. And then, while looking at such Lulu-chan, Rishe-chan come to talk at me. "I've been wondering since yesterday, but... Kitsune, did you buy a slave?" That is statement which come because she saw the "Slavery chocker" which usually attached to a slave, since she seems like doesn't know about my time with Lulu-chan so it can't be helped if she ask me about it. But, if we're going to be comrades then then I must tell her about it. "Yes, but now she's my family. Calling her a slave, I won't forgive it even if it's you." "...I see, that's good then. At this country there were many people who oppressed their hidden slaves after all... it's good if you're living together as a family, since I also prefer that way, after all." "Lulu-chan is a good child. I'll be glad if you're able to get along with her." "Of course, I was originally someone who intended to become a knight, so I have no even a micro scale of thought to oppress her." Yup, at this rate Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan would be able to get along, too. Moreover, since both of them are girls so they should be able to open up their heart easily. Hmm? Finia-chan is a fairy, but aren't I the only male at this party? Uwah, if I think about it, isn't it means I'm quite a winner here! "Kitsune-san! What are we going to do today?" Finial-chan ask me that. Yup, my comrade have increased, and I also had got a clue about a way to return to my former world. I think it would be better for me to start my preparation to follow that clue from now on. Hero. I don't know what kind of person he is, but he's an otherworlder who was summoned as the one who would subjugate the demon lord. And then, an otherworlder who has the possibility to return to his former world. There's a need to investigate him. "Before that, since Rishe-chan has become our comrade, how about we introduce ourselves first?" "Eh! Is that so?" "Did you perhaps failed to become a knight?" At my word, Finia-chan and Lulu-chan reacted. Our gazes are focused on Rishe-chan, Rishe-chan is smiling while receiving those gazes. "Ah, let me introduce myself once again. I'm Trisha Rumiela, you could call me whatever you like. From now on, please take care of me." Rishe-chan introduces herself similarly like when we first met. I feel as if this is our first self-introduction. No, practically this is indeed our first. Casting away her past self who always running to become a knight, and reborn as someone new. That's why, this is the first self-introduction of her new self. "I'm the strongest Fairy, Finia! Best regards!" "Umm, my name is Lulu Soleil-desu. I'm looking forward to work together with you-desu." "I'm Kitsune, I welcome you, Rishe-chan." We're replying so while smiling. And like that, we get a new comrade. Trisha Rumiela-- a girl who was unable to become a knight.
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่ชฟในใฆ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใพใๅฉใ‘ใฐๅ‡บใ‚‹ๅŸƒใฎๆง˜ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‚ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎ่ฟ‘ๆณใ‚„ไบบใ€…ใฎๆŠฑใˆใ‚‹ๅ•้กŒใซใคใ„ใฆๆง˜ใ€…ใชๅ•้กŒใŒๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๆ›ฐใใ€่ก—ใฎ้ ˜ไธปใŒ่ก—ใฎไฝไบบใฎๆ„่ฆ‹ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ใ ใจใ‹ใ€ๆ›ฐใ็จŽ้‡‘ใŒไพ‹ๅนด้ซ˜ใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ€ๆ›ฐใๆ”ฟๆฒปใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šไป•ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹่ฒดๆ—้”ใฎๅ‹•ใใŒๆœ€่ฟ‘ๆ€ชใ—ใ„ใ ใจใ‹ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆ”ฟๆฒป็š„ใชๆ‚ช่ฉ•ใŒๆ•ฐๅคšใๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚้šๅˆ†ใจใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฏ่…ใฃใŸ้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒๅคšใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€่ก—ใฎไฝไบบใซ้š ใ—ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„็จ‹ใซใฏใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ๅ™‚ใ‚’่žใ„ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใ‚ใ‚‹่ฒดๆ—ใŒ้ ˜ไธปใฎๆŒ‡็คบใงๆฒก่ฝใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€้€ƒไบกใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Žใจใ‚ใ‚‹่ฒดๆ—ใ€ใ€ใจใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ”ฟๆฒป้–ข้€ฃใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š็ท ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€Ž่ฒดๆ—ใ€ใ ใ€‚ใชใฎใซใ€ใใฎ่ฒดๆ—ใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆ ผๅทฎๅ•้กŒใŒๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆฒก่ฝใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใซใฏ้ ˜ไธปใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไบŒใคไธ‰ใคๆ ผไธ‹ใฎ่ฒดๆ—......่จ€ใˆใฐไธ‹็ดš่ฒดๆ—ใฎๅฎถใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏ่ฒดๆ—ใซ่ฉณใ—ใ„่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใช่ฒดๆ—ใฎๅฎถใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉใฎๅœฐไฝใ‚’ๅพ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ็Ÿฅใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ ใ€‚ไปŠๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎถๅโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใ€ใจใ„ใ†่ฒดๆ—ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎๅ™‚ใฎๆฒก่ฝ่ฒดๆ—ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎถใฎใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ“ใจใชใŒใ‚‰่ฒดๆ—ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚็จŽ้‡‘ใ‚’็ดใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฝ“็„ถใฎ็พฉๅ‹™ใ€‚ๆฒก่ฝใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็จŽ้‡‘ใ‚’็ดใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏ่‡ชๆ˜Žใฎ็†ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰้จŽๅฃซใซ่ฟฝใ„ๅ›žใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚็ญ‹ใŒ้€šใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅฎถใ‚‚ๅทฎใ—ๆŠผใ•ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅธฐใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€้ซญใŒไผธใณใฃใฑใชใ—ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‚‚ๅฎนๅงฟใซๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ›žใ™ไฝ™่ฃ•ใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใจใชใ‚Œใฐ็ดๅพ—ใŒใ„ใใ€‚ ๅ•้กŒใฏใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎถใ‚’ๆฒก่ฝใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎ็‹™ใ„ใŒใ€ใ‚ใฎใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใ–ๆŽขใ™ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝ“็„ถใ€ใ‚ใฎใ‚ถใƒžใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฏใจใฃใใซๆ•ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฏใ€Žใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใ€ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ......ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šใ˜ใ‚ƒ็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€็‰นๆฎŠใช็งฐๅทใ‚„ใ€็ง€ใงใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๆฒก่ฝใ•ใ›ใŸๆ™‚็‚นใงใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ€Ž่ฒดๆ—ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใซใ‚‚ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒ็„กใใชใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใตใƒผใ‚€ใ€ๆŽจๆธฌใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ......ๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ“ใชใ„ใชใใ€ ใ•ใฆใ•ใฆใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๅ…จๅฎนใ‚‚็›ฎ็š„ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซ็›ฎใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใชใใ€‚ ใจใพใใใ‚Œใฏใ•ใฆใŠใใ€็พๅœจใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใŠ่…นใŒ็ฉบใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ˜ผ้ฃŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงๅฎฟใธๆˆปใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚„้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎ่ณผๅ…ฅใฎๆ™‚ใซๅƒ•ใฏๆœ‰ใ‚Š้‡‘ใ‚’ไฝฟใ„ๆžœใŸใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅฎฟใซๆˆปใฃใฆ่ณผๅ…ฅใ—ใŸ้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚’ๆ–™็†ใ—ใฆ้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ๆ—…่ทฏ็”จใฎ้ฃŸๆ–™ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‹ฟไฝ“ใชใ„ๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ“ใฎ้š›ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฟƒ่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‡ใซ้ ผใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใฆใ€ๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใง็บใพใฃใŸใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’็จผใ”ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ„ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚€ใƒƒ......ใ‚“ใ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ๅนด้ฝขใฏ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใฏๅ››ๆญณไฝใ ใจไบˆๆƒณใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ใƒ‘ใƒณใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใƒ•ใƒฌใƒณใƒใƒˆใƒผใ‚นใƒˆ็ด›ใ„ใฎ็‰ฉใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ๅ™›ใฟใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ—ใ€้ฃฒใฟ่พผใฟใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ–‰ใซ่ฉฐใพใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บๆ€งใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใชใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆๅˆใ‚ใฆ้ฃŸในใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๆใ‚‹ๆใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใ€ไธ€ๅฃ้ฃŸในใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใ€ๅคขไธญใงๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ไป˜ใใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใพใๅฎถใฎๅฎถไบ‹ใฏๅ…จใฆๅƒ•ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅซŒใงใ‚‚ๆ–™็†ใฎ่…•ใฏไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ไธญใ€…ๅคงๅค‰ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€ใ‚ใฎ้ ƒใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใŠใ‹ใ‚ใ‚Šใญใ€ ใ€Œโ™ชใ€ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ่‰ฏใๅ›ณๅคชใ„็ฅž็ตŒใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใชใ‚“ใฆ่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†็Šถๆณใซ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใซใ€ใ”้ฃฏใซใฏๅฆฅๅ”ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€‚ใฏใฃใใ‚Š่จ€ใฃใฆ้€†ใซๆ„Ÿๅฟƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณๅฐ†ๆฅๆœ‰ๆœ›ใ ใ€ๅคง็‰ฉใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๅญใฏใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใ€‚้จŽๅฃซ้”ใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’ไธŠๆ‰‹ใๆŽขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ‚ใฎ็”ทใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใงใ€ไฝ•ใ‹้ขๅ€’ไบ‹ใซๅทปใ่พผใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅฟƒ้…ใฏใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจไปฒ่‰ฏใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅงฟใŒๆƒณๅƒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ไธๅฎ‰ใ ใชใ......ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใŒไฝๆฐ‘้”ใ‹ใ‚‰้ ˜ไธปใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๅŽ้›†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไธญใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใฏ้›ฃ่ˆชใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ€็œŸ้ข็›ฎใซๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎใ‚„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒๅ…จๅŠ›ใงๆ€ฅ้™ไธ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจ้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใŒๅคงใใช่ฆๅ› ใ ใŒใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ไธ€ไบบใงๆดปๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้ ƒใฏใ€่‡ช็”ฑๆฐ—ไพญใซๆดปๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใ ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Ž็›ฎ็š„ใ€ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ไธ€็•ชใซใ—ใฆๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎใ€Ž่ˆˆๅ‘ณๅฏพ่ฑกใ€ใŒๅ‚ใซใ„ใชใ„ไปŠใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ็„ก่ซ–ใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใชใฉ้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ„ใฎใงใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ! ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใธ่กŒใใ‚“ใ !ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€ๅˆฅใซไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„......็งใฎๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใซๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ‚’้ ผใพใ‚ŒใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚“ใฉใใ•ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“......่ฒดๅฅณใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚ˆใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆก”้Ÿณใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใจใฏๆ‰“ใฃใฆๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ใถใฃใใ‚‰ใผใ†ใชๆ…‹ๅบฆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงๆฏ่ฆชใซๅฑใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚€ใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญไพ›ใฎๆง˜ใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ้ ฌใ‚’่†จใ‚‰ใพใ›ใฆใถใƒผใŸใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ตคใ„็žณใ‚’ๅŠ็œผใซใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใธ่กŒใ่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใใ‚นใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚ฟใจๆญฉใ„ใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ…Œใฆใฆ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ€ๅพ…ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ!ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ‚“ใช่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใงๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๅ†…ๅฟƒ็„ฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฎŸใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚‚ไปฒ่‰ฏใใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚ๆ—ฅๅธธไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™ใ“ใจใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅนพใ‚‰ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚ใ†ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆ–นใŒใ‚ใกใ‚‰ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใธใจ้›ขใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎ่ท้›ขใฏไธ€ๅ‘ใซ็ธฎใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใจ้ ญใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใ‚‹ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ€ไธ€ใคใฎใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ‡ใ‚ขใ‚’ๆปใ‚Šใ ใ™ใ€‚ ้จŽๅฃซใจใ—ใฆใฎ่จ“็ทดใง่‰ฒใฃใฝใ„่ฉฑใ‚‚็„กใใ€ใพใŸๆ‹ๆ„›็š„ใช่ฉฑใ‚‚่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใ ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฅฝใใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฉใ†ใ“ใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใจใฏๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎๆ™‚ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ ญใฎไธญใงใ“ใ‚Œใ“ใๆญฃ่งฃใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ๆกˆใŒๅ‡บใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใƒผใ‚ใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ‚’็œŸๅ‰ฃใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใฆใฐใใคใญใซใ‚‚ใ„ใฃใฑใ„่ค’ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใซใชใใƒผ!ใ€ ใดใŸใ‚Šใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅ‹•ใใŒๆญขใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚‹ใฃใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๆ–นใซ้ก”ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใงใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใฎไธๆฉŸๅซŒใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใฏใฉใ“ใธใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€่ปขใ˜ใฆไธŠๆฉŸๅซŒใช่กจๆƒ…ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚“ใจ? ใใคใญๅ›่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใใฃใจ่ค’ใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใปใ‚“ใจใซ? ใใคใญๅ›้ ญๆ’ซใงใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใช? ใŽใ‚…ใƒผใฃใฆใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†......ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใฃใจใใคใญใ‚‚ๅ–œใถใจๆ€ใ†ใž?ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹ใ......ใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ช ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†้ ‘ๅผตใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใชใโ™ชใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ๆฅฝใ—ใ’ใซ็ฌ‘ใ†ใจใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ไธŠๆฉŸๅซŒใซๆญฉใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฟฝใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆญฉใใ ใ™ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ไธ€ๅ…ˆใšใปใฃใจๅฎ‰ๅ ตใฎๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏๅผ•ใๆ”ฃใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒใใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆบขใ‚Œใ•ใ›ใ€่พบใ‚Šไธ€้ขใซๆ‹กๆ•ฃใ•ใ›ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใซๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ•™ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใซใฏใ€ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใธใจๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆ€ง่ณชใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ! ไฝ•ใ‚’ใฃ!?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ? ใ˜ใ‚‡ใƒผใปใƒผใ—ใ‚…ใƒผใ—ใ‚…ใƒผใ ใ‚ˆโ™ชใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ็„ฆใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจใฏๅฏพ็…ง็š„ใซใ€้ฃ„ใ€…ใจใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆ„ŸๆŸ“ใ•ใ›ใฆใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’้‡็”ฃใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎไฝฟใ†็˜ดๆฐ—ใซใฏใ€ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ไฝฟใ„ๆ–นใจ่จ€ใ†ใƒขใƒŽใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ›บใ‚ใฆ็‰ฉ่ณชๅŒ–ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ ไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ‹กๆ•ฃใ•ใ›ใฆ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ ไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใง็”Ÿ็‰ฉใซๅนฒๆธ‰ใ—ใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใธใจๅค‰่ฒŒใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ ไปŠๅ›žใฏไบŒใค็›ฎใฎ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใฎๅฟœ็”จใฎๆง˜ใชไฝฟใ„ๆ–นใ ใ€‚ๆ‹กๆ•ฃใ•ใ›ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฏ็›ฎใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„็จ‹ใซ็ดฐใ‹ใ็ฉบๆฐ—ใซๆบถใ‘ใ€ๅบƒ็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใซๆ•ฃใ‚Šๆ•ฃใ‚Šใจใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏไปŠๅ›žใใ‚Œใ‚’็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใงใฏใชใใ€้ŸณใฎๆŒฏๅ‹•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿ็Ÿฅใ—ใฆๅบƒ็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใฎ้Ÿณใ‚’้›†ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซไฝฟใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅบƒ็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใฎไผš่ฉฑใ‚„็‰ฉ้Ÿณใ‚’้›†ใ‚ใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’้›†ใ‚ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎไบบ้–“ใซๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใฏ็„กใ„ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ๆ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ไน™ๅฅณใฎๆง˜ใซใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๅฏพใ—ใ€ๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใŠใใ‚‰ใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ่‡ชๅˆ†ใจไปฒใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใใ†็ขบไฟกๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ€ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™ช ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚้ ‘ๅผตใ‚ใฃใ‹ใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†โ™ก ใญ? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งโ™ชใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใŒ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใชใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็‚บใ€‚ ใ†ใตใตใจ็ฌ‘ใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่ตคใ„็žณใฎๅฅฅใซใ€ใ†ใฃใ™ใ‚‰ใจใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚’ๅนป่ฆ–ใ—ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญใฎๅ‰ใจใใ†ใงใชใ„ๆ™‚ใงใฏใ€ๅˆฅไบบใฎๆง˜ใ ใช......ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซ่žใ“ใˆใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใใ€ใ›ใ‚ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้‚ช้ญ”ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆง˜ใซๅคงไบบใ—ใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณ้”ใ‚‚ๆ˜ผ้ฃŸใฎ็‚บใซๅฎฟใธใจๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎไปฒใฏ่‰ฏใใชใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้–“ใซใฏใ€ไบบ้–“ใจ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ„ใ†็จฎๆ—ใฎๅฃใŒ็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚
After investigating for a bit, well perhaps it's just as we expected in one of the possible scenarios, I found out that there are various problems in this town, either it regarding the current states or about the citizens. Like, the feudal lord of this town who doesn't put the citizen's opinions into his eyes, the tax that is very high, and recently the nobles who govern this town have made some suspicious movements, such typical corrupt nobles' deeds. But there's a certain rumor that piques my interest. --a certain noble was ruined by the feudal lord's order, and then ran away. "A certain noble", it's 'a certain' but, people who govern this town are also "nobles". And yet, it seems like there are disparity problems even among those nobles themselves. Because they were "ruined", perhaps they were two or three ranks lower than the feudal lord... or you could say, lower level noble house. I'm not too well-informed about nobles, so I don't know either which noble house it was, or how great the influences they possessed. But if, strictly speaking of possibility, if by any chance the one who's walking next to me, Niko-chan, her family name of "Arcs" was actually a name of a noble house, then that rumor about the ruined noble, wasn't that about Niko-chan's house? Also, even if they're nobles, of course they're still obliged to pay tax. And now that they've been ruined, they can't affor to pay it. If that's really the case, it wouldn't be strange for them to be chased after by the knights, and if their house was seized as well, that means they had no home to return to, that also explains his unkempt and agitated state back then. The problem is, why did Niko-chan's house have to be ruined? If their aim was something Niko-chan's father possessed, then they wouldn't have any need to search for Niko-chan as well. Also, in that state it's obvious that most likely he'd been chaught already, so that means their aim has something to do with "Niko Arcs" or something, huh... when I peeked at her status, I didn't see either special looking skill, special title, or exceptional status on her, in other word she's just a normal child, and that also means that their aim should have something to do with her being "the child of a noble", huh... but I just can't think of what use of such a thing is. Or rather, given the fact that her house is already ruined, she isn't a "noble" any longer, so perhaps those things are also meaningless already. "...hmm, I've been doing some guesswork, but... I just can't think of what their aim is." Well then, at the state where I don't know what their aim is, they already put a mark on me so, what should I do, I wonder? But well, let's put that matter aside, currently, because we'd been going here and there to investigate, we'd grown hungry, so we decided to return to the inn to have some lunch. I'd spent most of my money to buy our supply and renting carriage, thus we decide to return to the inn and cook some of our purchased supply for lunch. I do think that it's kind of waste to use some of our journey supply here, but I also have no other choice here. I really don't want to do it but, for the time being let's rely on Leila-chan's pocket, and then earn our money when we've arrived at the next town. "Is it tasty?" "Nm... *gulp*... yes." "Glad to hear that." I hasn't asked how old she is, but she seems to be around four-year old, so I made her an imitation of French toast using a bread. It's easy to chew and swallow, so there should be slight chance for it choke her throat. Be that as it may, perhaps it's her first time eating something like this, at first she timidly reached out her hands to it, but after trying a mouthful of it, she's now engrossed nibbling on it. Seems like she takes quite a liking to it. Well, I did chores on my own, so I have no choice but to get used to cook. At that time, it was quite an ordeal, though. "...." "...ah, another one, right?" "" Seems like Niko-chan has a considerably bold nerve. She knows nothing about us, perhaps she also doesn't know the precidament she is currently in, and yet she doesn't yield in the slightless about food. Nevertheless, what's the situation on Leila-chan and Rishe-chan's side, I wonder? It'd be great if they could manage to investigate the circumstance around the knights, but there's also a possibility that they might be in some kind of trouble because of the information about me from that man. Leila-chan is also there so I'm not that worried about their well being, but I just can't imagine the scene where she acts friendly with Rishe-chan. That makes me worried instead.... * * * Around the same time when Kitune was gathering informations about the feudal lord from the citizens, on Leila and Rishe's side, things weren't going that smoothly. That was because, in contrast to Rishe who was seriously gathering informations, Leila's motivation was wholefully rock bottom. The main case was because she was separated from Kitsune, but ever since the time when she was living alone, she always acted on her own way, so right now, in the situation where her "target" and her sole "interest holder", Kitsune, wasn't there, she had no motivation to do anything at all. Of course, she also thought that information gathering was bothersome, so she didn't want to do it etiher. "Oi, Leila! Where are you going?" "Eh, it doesn't matter where I'm going to, does it?" "We were asked by Kitsune to look for information, weren't we?" "That's bothersome, after all... just do it on your own." Completely different from the time she was conversing with Kitsune, Leila was very blunt with her. As if a child who got angry because of being scolded by her mother, she bluntly rejected Rishe's words regardless. With her red eyes half-closed, she suddenly began briskly walking without any clear objective. Seeing that, Rishe flusteredly chased after her. "W, wait, Leila!" Rishe was flustered at such selfish and willful Leila. Actually, Kitsune once asked her to befriend Leila, so that was why she wanted to make it so that at the very least they could hold conversation normally. However, no matter however much Rishe reached out to her, if Leila herself had no thought about extending her hand to her as well, they wouldn't be able to close up that gap. 'What should I do, I wonder?', Rishe kept pondering as such. And then, recalling Leila's usual behavior, a certain idea flashed into her mind. There was no romantic story during the period she was practicing as a knight, and she was also bad at such topic, but she was well aware that Leila was in love with Kitsune, and yet she was unable to reason that fact. However, this very moment, "this is the right choice", such thought flashed into her mind. "...a, aah~, if we gather information properly, I think Kitsune will surely praise us~." Suddenly, Leila stopped her legs. And then, she turned around and face Rishe. There was a hint of joy in her face, her sullen expression up until now was nowhere to be seen, and happy expression took its place instead. "Really? Will I be praised by Kitsune-kun?" "Umm, yeah, I'm sure you will, I think." "Really really? Will I be patted on the head by Kitsune-kun, I wonder? Will I be hugged tightly, I wonder?" "Umm... I don't know about that, but I do think Kitsune will surely be happy, you know?" "I see... ufufufu, then I think I'll do my best to gather information." While smiling and imagining something in good mood, Leila walked forward happily even while swinging her body. Rishe walked as well as if to chase after her. Hearing that Leila would also do the information gathering, Rishe heaved out a sigh of relieve for once. However, the next instance, her expression stiffened. That was because... ...from Leila's body, dark miasma was overflowing and spreading all around. At that very moment, she recalled about what Kitsune once said to her, that Leila was demon who manipulated miasma, "Red Night". And also about those miasma, he said that it had property that could turn human into "Red Night" as well. "Leila! What are you doing?" "Hmm? It's In~for~ma~tion~ga~the~ring~, you know~?" However, in contrast to Rishe's flustered state, Leila herself was very flippant. What she was doing wasn't mass producing "Red Night" by infecting everyone there. There were several ways to manipulate miasma. Like, solidifying and materializing them. Like, scattering them to probe the surrounding area. Like, infecting living being and turn them into "Red Night". This time she was using the second way where she probed the surrounding using the miasma. The spreaing miasma was very small to the point almost invisible, and the sensor range was also vast. However, this time, she didn't use them to probe the surrounding itself, she used them to gather every sounds by probing its vibration. Herewith, by gathering every sounds of conversation around, she was gathering information. "...will that affect the people here?" If, if by any chance she fell in love with Kitune as well, no matter how close they were, Leila would surely come and kill her, or so she believed. "...I see, you are, right." "Ufufufu, then let's stop being so obstinate, and gather information, right, Rishe~?" Those words from Leila, they were filled with her feeling for Kitsune. Everything, was for Kitsune. While Leila was happily laughing, there were faint heart mark images on both of her eyes. "...when she isn't in front of Kitsune, she looks like a completely different person...." Rishe muttered so in a voice that couldn't be heard, and decided to stay put there so that she wouldn't disrupt Leila. * After a short while, both of them returned to the inn to have lunch as well. However, just as Kitsune thought, Leila and Rishe hadn't become closer at all. Or rather, it felt as though a race barrier, human and demon, had appeared between them.
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ๅญไพ›ใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ–นใจใฏ ใ•ใฆใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๅ‡บใŸๅƒ•้”ใฏใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅพก่€…ใซๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใธใจ้€ฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆฌกใฎ่ก—ใฏใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅบ‡่ญทไธ‹ใฎ่ก—ใ ใ€‚ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใŒ่ฟ‘ใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎ้ ˜ๅœŸใŒๅบƒใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใซ่žใใจใ“ใ‚ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฏๅ„่ก—ใซใ‚‚ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’่จญ็ฝฎใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆœฌๅ›ฝใจๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใฌ่จญๅ‚™ใจๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ่ณชใŒใ€้ ˜ๅœŸๅ…จๅŸŸใซๆ•ฃใ‚Šใฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใฎ่ก—ใ‚‚ๆœฌๅ›ฝใจๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใฌๆˆฆๅŠ›ใ‚’่ช‡ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๅนณๅ‡ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฏใ€Eใ‹ใ‚‰Dใ€‚Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏๆฎ†ใฉๅญ˜ๅœจใ›ใšใ€ใใฎไธŠCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚„ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚‚ๆ•ฐใˆใ‚‹ใปใฉใ ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๅƒ•ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใชใ„? ๅƒ•ใซใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝๅ‹งใ‚ใŸใฎ่ชฐใ ใ‚ˆ......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใฃใ‘ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่€ๆ€งๅ€คใฏAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไธ‹ไฝใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใชใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‹ใฏใƒžใ‚ทใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใญใ‡ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไธๆ„ใซ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚ใšใฃใจใดใฃใŸใ‚Šใใฃใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆš‘ใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฒใฃใคใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่†ๆž•ใงใŠๆ˜ผๅฏไธญใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธ–็•Œๅบƒใ—ใจ่จ€ใˆใฉใ€ ๅƒ•ใซใฏๅ…จใๆ‡ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใซใ€ๅญไพ›ใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็พจใพใ—ใ„ใชใใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ๅญไพ›ใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏๅญไพ›ใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚ŒใฆใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•? ใŠใ—ใฃใ“ใงใ‚‚ๆผใ‚Œใใ†ใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ๆš‡ใชใฎโ™ช ไฝ•ใ‹่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚ˆใƒผโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œ่ฉฑใ™ใฃใฆไฝ•ใ‚’ใ ใ‚ˆ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ฃŸในใฆๆฅใŸไบบใฎ่ฉฑ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ......ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ใใคใญๅ›ใฎ่ฉฑโ™กใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่ฉฑ? ใฏใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ฉฑใชใ‚“ใฆใคใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ“ใฎไธŠใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ้ญใฃใŸใฎใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซใใฆ้–“ใ‚‚ใชใ„้ ƒใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅ‰ใฎ่ฉฑใจใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅคง็‹ผใซ่‚ฉใ‚’ๅฉใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚ˆ? ใ€Œไฝ•ใŒ่žใใŸใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฎใกใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„้ ƒใฎ่ฉฑใ€ใจใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใกใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„้ ƒใฎ่ฉฑใ€ใญใ‡......ใกใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„้ ƒใฏใใ†ใ ใชใ......ใ€ ใ†ใƒผใ‚“ใ€ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจ็ขŒใชไบ‹ใŒ็„กใ„ใชใใ€‚ๅนผๅ…่™ๅพ…ใซๆ กๅ†…่™ใ‚ใ€ใใฎไธŠๅŒ็ดš็”Ÿใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹้›†ๅ›ฃใƒชใƒณใƒใงๆญปไบกใ€่ฉฑใ™ๅ†…ๅฎนใŒๅ…จใใชใ„ใ€‚่–„ใฃใบใ‚‰ใ„ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใฐใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œ็‰นใซใ“ใ‚Œใจใ„ใฃใŸๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใฏ็„กใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€ใคใพใ‚“ใชใ„ใฎใ€ ใถใƒผใ€ใจ้ ฌใ‚’่†จใ‚‰ใพใ›ใฆไธๆบ€้ก”ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ‹่ฉฑใ™ๆง˜ใชๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใฏ็„กใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆฅฝใ—ใพใ›ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช่ฉฑใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ็‰ฉๆ›ธใใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ‚ฌใ‚ฟใ‚ฌใ‚ฟใจ้ฆฌ่ปŠใŒๆบใ‚Œใ‚‹้ŸณใŒ้Ÿฟใไธญใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใงไธ€ๆ—ฆไผš่ฉฑใŒ้€”ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใ€่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญใซๆฒˆ้ป™ใŒ่จชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฐ—ใพใšใ„ใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅพฎๅฆ™ใช็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒๆตใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎใŠๆ‰‹็Ž‰ใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆš‡ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ‰ฃใฎๆ‰‹ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆใ€ใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใƒˆใƒฌใƒผใƒ‹ใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆš‡ใชใฎใ‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่†ใ‚’ๆž•ใซๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใปใฃใบใŸใ‚’็ชใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใทใซใทใซใจๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆŒ‡ใŒใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ฌใ‚’ๅผ„ใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๅบฆใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ”ธใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ“ใงใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€ใตใจๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸๆง˜ใซ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใใคใญๅ›โ™ชใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•?ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅ‰ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใฆ่žใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎ! ใงใ‚‚็งใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠๅบฆใใคใญๅ›ใซ่žใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......่žใ„ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„?ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจ? ใใ‚“ใชใฎๅƒ•ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ๅญไพ›ใฎ่ณชๅ•ใฃใฆ็ตๆง‹ใ‚จใ‚ฐใ‚คๆ‰€ๆ”ปใ‚ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ‡......ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€่žใใ ใ‘ใชใ‚‰่žใ„ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆ่žใๅงฟๅ‹ขใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„่ณชๅ•ใ‚’ใถใก่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•่ตคใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆไฝœใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใถใตใฃ!?ใ€ ้›†ไธญใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ™็จ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ็›ฎใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹้ก”ใ‚’่ตคใใ—ใฆๅ’ณๆ‰•ใ„ใ‚’ใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ็ขบใ‹ใซๅนณๅ‡กใชๅฎถๅบญใฎๅญไพ›ใฎ่ณชๅ•ใชใ‚‰ใ€็ญ”ใˆใซใใ„่ณชๅ•ใƒŠใƒณใƒใƒผใƒฏใƒณใซ่ผใ่ณชๅ•ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซใ€ๆฏ่ฆชใ‹็ˆถ่ฆชใŒ้›ขๅฉšใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏๆญปๅŽปใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฎถๅบญใชใ‚‰ใ€Žๅƒ•ใฎ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใฎใŒไธๆ€่ญฐใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚‡ใจใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใง้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ใƒžใ‚ธใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ......ๅญไพ›ใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ–นใ€‚ใพใๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ŽๅŽปใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€็ด ๆ€งใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ†ใ‚“ใจๅนผใ„้ ƒใซๆ„ŸๆŸ“ใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅพŒๅƒ•ใซไผšใ†ใพใงๆšด่ตฐ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ„ใŸใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆœ€ไฝŽ้™ใฎๆ€งๆ•™่‚ฒใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใชใใฆใ‚‚่พป่ค„ใŒๅˆใ†ใ—ใ€็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ‚‚ไธๆ€่ญฐใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใญใ‡ใ€ใใคใญๅ›? ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ? ๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎๆœใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงๆบใ™ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใใฎ็žณใฏใ€่ก€ใฎๆง˜ใซ่ตคใ„่‰ฒใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็™–ใซใ€ๅญไพ›ใฎๆง˜ใซ็ด”็ฒ‹ใซ่ผใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅญไพ›ใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ–นใ‹ใ......ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ใถใฃใกใ‚ƒใ‘ๆ€ง่กŒ็‚บใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ‡! ใŠๅ‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใถใฃใกใ‡ใ‘ใ™ใŽใ ใ‚Šใ‚‡!!ใ€ ใ€Œๅ™›ใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ€ๅ™›ใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๆ…Œใฆ้ŽใŽใ ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€Žใถใฃใกใ‡ใ‘ใ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใƒฉใƒƒใƒ‘ใƒผใ‹ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€‚ใใ†็ชใฃ่พผใฟใŸใใชใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๅ™›ใฟๆ–นใงใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฎไผš่ฉฑใซไป‹ๅ…ฅใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ•ใฆใฏใŠๅ‰ใ€ๅ‡ฆๅฅณใ ใช? ใถใฃใƒใ‚งใ‚ฑใƒฉ! YO! ใชใ‚“ใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ•ใฆใŠใใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใŸๆ€ช่จใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ€ง่กŒ็‚บใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ™‚ใ€็ถšใ‘ใฆใ€Žๆ€ง่กŒ็‚บใฃใฆไฝ•?ใ€ใจใ„ใ†่ณชๅ•ใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚็ญ”ใˆ่พ›ใ„่ณชๅ•ใซๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Š็ตžใฃใฆ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ‚‰ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’็ตžใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใฃใฆใ„ใ†ๅ…ธๅž‹ใƒ‘ใ‚ฟใƒผใƒณใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ€ง่กŒ็‚บใฃใฆใชใใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒใ‚คๆฅใพใ—ใŸใƒผใ€ ไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ›ใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅƒ•ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใจใ„ใฆๅ†…้ขใใ‚“ใชใƒ”ใƒฅใ‚ขใชใฎ? ใใฎ็ด”็ฒ‹ใช่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใ‚‹ใฎๆญขใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅฑ…ใŸๅ ชใ‚Œใชใใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไธ€็ท’ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ็›ฎใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใฆ่‹ฅๅนฒ้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้›ฃใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใง่ณชๅ•ใฎ่ฟ”็ญ”ใ‚’็„ฆใ‚‰ใ™ใจๅญไพ›ใฏๅ‡„ใ„ใ“ใจ่จ€ใ„ใ ใ™ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ไพ‹ใˆใฐโ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใ‚! ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใใคใญๅ›ใ‚„ใฃใฆใฟใ›ใฆโ™ช ใใฎๆ€ง่กŒ็‚บใฃใฆๅฅด!ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ“ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ€‚ ็ด”็ฒ‹ๅคฉ็„ถๅŸน้คŠใฎ่‚‰้ฃŸ็ณปใƒคใƒณใƒ‡ใƒฌ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒใชใซใ‹่จ€ใ„ใ ใ—ใŸใจๆ€ใˆใฐไฝ•ใ ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅฅฅๆ‰‹ใง็œŸ้ข็›ฎใชใƒใ‚งใƒชใƒผใƒœใƒผใ‚คใชใ‚“ใ ใžใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใซ่ญทใฃใฆใใŸ็ซฅ่ฒžใ‚’ๆญคๅ‡ฆใงๆจใฆใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๅ‹ฟไฝ“ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไธ€ๅ›žๆจใฆใŸใ‚‰ไบŒๅบฆใจๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใž! ใใฎ่พบๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹! ใใ‚Œใซใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒใ„ใชใ„ใ ใ‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๆ€ง่กŒ็‚บใฏ็”ทๅฅณใฎไบŒไบบ็ต„ใงใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ไธ€ไบบใ˜ใ‚ƒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ็„ก่‡ช่ฆšใงๅค‰ใชใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Š่จ€ใ†ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ไธ€็™บๅผ•ใฃๅฉใ„ใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฉใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸๆ‹ๅญใซ็—›ใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๅฎŸ้š›ใฏใใ†ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ๅ€คใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่€ๆ€งๅ€ค่ถŠใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅฉใ„ใŸๆ‰‹ใฎๆ–นใŒ็—›ใ„ใ€‚ใพใๅƒ•ใฎ่€ๆ€งๅ€คใฏ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็›ดใใซๆฒปใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎใญใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ใ‹ใ‚‰้ †ใ‚’่ฟฝใฃใฆ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ†ใ‚“โ™ช ๆ•™ใˆใฆๆ•™ใˆใฆโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ€ใใฎ......่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ‹ๆ•™ใˆใฆใ‚‚?ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ›ใฐใ„ใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅœฐ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใˆใฆใใ‚‹ใจใ‹......ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚‚ไธ€ๅ›žๅผ•ใฃๅฉใ„ใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ€‚ไปŠๅบฆใฏ่€ๆ€งๅ€ค่ถ…ใˆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ็—›ใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅญไพ›ใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ–นใ‚’้ †ใ‚’่ฟฝใฃใฆ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใพใšใฏ็”ทใฎๅญใจๅฅณใฎๅญใฎ้•ใ„ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€็”ทใฎๅญใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใŠ่‚‰ใŒๅ›บใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚......ๅฅณใฎๅญใฏๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃŸในใ‚„ใ™ใใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใญโ™ช ๅ‘ณใฏใฉใฃใกใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉโ™กใ€ ใ€Œ่‚‰ใฎ่ฉฑใฏใ—ใฆใญใ‡ใ‚ˆใ€ ็”ทๅฅณใฎ้•ใ„ใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใงใพใ•ใ‹ใฎ่‚‰ใฎ่ฉฑใซ็งปๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ใพใš็”ทๅฅณใงใฏ่บซไฝ“ใฎๆง‹้€ ใซ้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ็”ทใฎไบบใฏใŠใฃใฑใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใใ†ใ€ใพใšๅฅณๆ€งใซใฏใŠใฃใฑใ„ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€็”ทๆ€งใซใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใใ‚Œใจใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ใค้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผ......้ซชใฎ้•ทใ•ใจใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„้•ใ†ใ€‚็”Ÿๆฎ–ๅ™จใŒ้•ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ“ใฎ่พบ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ้ขๅ€’ใ ใชใใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใชใ‚‰่ชฌๆ˜Ž้€”ไธญใงใ€Žๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ€ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใใใ†ใ€‚ๅฅฝๅฅ‡ๅฟƒใฎๅกŠใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ™‚ใฎๅญไพ›ใฏใ€‚ๆ…Ž้‡ใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œ็”Ÿๆฎ–ๅ™จ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็”Ÿๆฎ–ๅ™จใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€่ตคใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹็‚บใฎๅ™จๅฎ˜ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚็”ทๅฅณๅ…ฑใซ่‚ก้–“ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็”ทๆ€งใฎใฏ้™ฐ่ŒŽใ€ๅฅณๆ€งใฎใฏ่†ฃใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใ‚„ใใคใญๅ›ใซใ‚‚ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œไป˜ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใงใ€็”ทๆ€งใฎ้™ฐ่ŒŽใ‚’ใ€ๅฅณๆ€งใฎ่†ฃใซใถใก่พผใ‚ใฐๅญไพ›ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ ใ€Œๅคงๅˆ†็ซฏๆŠ˜ใฃใŸใช!?ใ€ ่ชฌๆ˜ŽใŒ้ขๅ€’ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็ฐกๆฝ”ใซ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ๅƒ•ใŒๅญไพ›ใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ–นใ‚’ไธๅฏงใซๆ•™ใˆใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใใ›ใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณๆดฅใ€…ใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๅญไพ›ใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ–นใชใ‚“ใฆ็ตๅฑ€ใฏใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใพใ็ตŒ้จ“ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ใใ‚“ใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ๆ‚ฒใ—ใใชใ‚“ใฆ็„กใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚“ใชใฎ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใชใ„ใ—ใ€‚็œŸ้ข็›ฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฅๅ…จใช้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•? ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฎใ„ใ‚“ใ‘ใ„? ่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆโ™ชใ€ ๆกˆใฎๅฎšใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅ›žๅผ•ใฃๅฉใ„ใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใฎใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็ตๅฑ€่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใฏใใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๆฅตใ‚ใคใ‘ใซใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆœใ‚’่„ฑใŒใใ†ใจใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ…จๅŠ›ใงๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ็ตๅฑ€ใ€ใ“ใฎๅพŒใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆฅใ˜ใ‚‰ใ„ใจใƒžใƒŠใƒผใจใƒขใƒฉใƒซใซใคใ„ใฆใ€ๆ•™่‚ฒใ™ใ‚‹็ ด็›ฎใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใ่ตฐใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใ€ใŠๆ˜ผ้ ƒใซใชใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€้ฆฌใฎไผ‘ๆ†ฉใ‚’่ธใพใˆใฆใŠๆ˜ผใ”้ฃฏใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅนธใ„ใชใ“ใจใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ–™็†ใŒๅพ—ๆ„ใจ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใงใ€่ฒทใฃใฆใŠใ„ใŸ้ฃŸๆ–™ใจใ€็ฐกๆ˜“ๆ–™็†ใ‚ปใƒƒใƒˆใงไฝ•ใ‹็ฐกๅ˜ใซไฝœใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ใ€‚ใใฎ้–“ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใจใ‹ใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซใ€ไปŠใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸๆž—ใฎไธญใ ใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎ่ฟ‘ใใซใ‚ใฃใŸๆฃฎใปใฉใ€ๆœจใ€…ใฏๅคšใใชใ„ใ—ใ€้™ฝใฎๅ…‰ใ‚’ๅกžใใปใฉใฎๆœจใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚้ฆฌ่ปŠใŒ้€šใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้“ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆ˜ผ้–“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใใ‚“ใชใซๅฑ้™บใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚ใจใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ใ€Žใ„ใ‚“ใ‘ใ„่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆโ™ชใ€ใจ่จ€ใ„ๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏใ€ไธ€ๅฟœใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ่ฉณ็ดฐใ‚’ๅฉใ่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใจใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅฅฝใใชไบบไปฅๅค–ใซใฏ่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ็†่งฃใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใพใใใฎ็›ดๅพŒใซใ€Žใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใจใใคใญๅ›ใฏ่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅนณๆฐ—ใ ใ‚ˆใญโ™ช ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“โ™กใ€ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ—ใ‹ๅ‡บใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๅฅฝใใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใงใ‚‚ใปใ„ใปใ„่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใจๆ•™ใˆใŸใ€‚ใงใ‹ใ„ๅญไพ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’ไธญๅฟƒใซๅŠๅพ„200mไฝใงๅฑ•้–‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ็ดขๆ•ต็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใฎไธญใ€ไบบใฎๆฐ—้…ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹•ใใŒ็„กใ„ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚‚ๆ€ชใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ขจใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†? ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใซๅฐ‘ใ—้›ขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎๆฐ—้…ใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆœจใ€…ใฎ้–“ใ‚’้€šใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใฆใ€ใใฎๆฐ—้…ใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ไบบๆ•ฐใฏไธ€ไบบใ€็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๅœฐ้ขใซๅฏ่ปขใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹? ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๆฐ—้…ใŒ่‚‰็œผใง็ขบ่ชๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใพใงใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏ็™ฝ้ซชใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๆœจใซๅ‡ญใ‚Œใ‚‹ไฝ“ๅ‹ขใงๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็™ฝ้ซชใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใจ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้•ใ†ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅนด้ฝขใฏๅƒ•ใจๅŒๅนดไปฃใ‹ใ€ไธ€ๅ€‹ไธŠไฝใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚่ƒŒใฏๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Š้ซ˜ใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้•ทใ„็™ฝ้ซชใฎๆ‰€็‚บใ‹่‹ฅๅนฒๅคงไบบใณใฆ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ“ใฎไบบใฎ่ท็‰ฉใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎใ™ใๅ‚ใซๅคงใใช่ท็‰ฉ่ข‹ใŒ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ใ“ใฎไบบใฎ่ท็‰ฉใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชใจใ“ใ‚ใซๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใ€Œ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€ ใŸใ ใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพๆ”พ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆฐ—ใŒๅผ•ใ‘ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใงใใฎไบบใจๅคงใใช่ท็‰ฉใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ€็š†ใฎๆ‰€ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚
How to make a baby Now, having completely left the territory of Grandile kingdom, we are moving on to the next city with Higurd-san as our coachman. The next city is a city under the jurisdiction of the Rookshade Kingdom. However, it doesn't mean the city is close Rookshade kingdom, it means Rookshade Kingdom's territory is just that vast. According to Higurd-san, it seems that Rookshade Kingdom has a guild built in each city. They have the same facilities and quality of adventurers scatters throughout their territory, so every city boast power as strong as the home country. The average rank of the adventurers there is from E to D. There are hardly any F-ranked adventurers, as for C-ranked adventurers and above, although not innumerable, there are still plenty enough of them there. How should I put it, isn't it kida awkward for an H rank adventurer like me to head there? Who was it that recommend me to head to Rookshade Kingdom again? ... Ah, I think it's one of the advetuers in Grandile guild. Nevertheless, my resistance state is that of A rank, so I should be fine, perhaps. There's also Leila-chan with me anyway, so things should be better than we were at Grandile Kingdom. "Hey, hey, Kitsune-kun." While I'm thinking about such a thing, Leila-chan suddenly calls out to me. We've been seated while sticking close to together for so long, so it's getting a little hot. When I turn toward her, I see that Nico-chan, who had been sticking to Leila-chan, is taking a nap on her lap pillow. The world may be wide, but I think Nico-chan is the only person who can sleep on the lap pillow of a world-destroying (S-rank) demon. Doesn't she like Leila-chan too much? Did something happen between them? Even though Nico-chan doesn't seem to like me at all, I'm a little jealous of Leila-chan who's liked by her. I didn't get liked by children in my former world either, so I'd like to experience to be liked by them ever for only a little bit. "What is it? Do you think your pee is going to leak?" "Umm, no, that's not it, I'm bored . So let's have a chat ." "Chat about what? ... Do you want to talk about the people you've been eating, Leila-chan?" "Mmm .... I don't mind, but.... I want to talk about your, Kitsune-kun ." About me? Haha, there's nothing interesting about me, though! Moreover, I met Leila-chan wasn't long after I just came to this world, if we're talking about something before that, then that only left the time when I got my shoulder broken by that big wolf. "What do you want to hear?" "What about, when you were little, Kitsune-kun?" "When I was little, huh.... when I was little, let's see...." Hmm, as far as I can remember, there's nothing worth mentioning. Abused at home, bullied at school, and then died after getting ganged up on by classmates, there's nothing worth talking about. I only have such trivial memories, huh. "I don't think I have any memorable memories." "Eeh, that's boring." Leila-chan with makes a dissatisfied expression with her cheeks puffed out. Even if she says so, it's not that I have any memories worth talking about, after all. Moreover, it's not like I can create a story that would amuse Leila-chan either. I'm not a writer, after all. As the sound of the rattling carriage echoes, I give Leila a thin smile. Then the conversation is cut short and silence spreads in the wagon. It's not to the point of being awkward, but the mood is kinda delicate. I can play juggling with miasma ball so I don't particularly bored, and having have finished maintaining her sword, Rishe-chan seems to have been doing an image-training for a while now, so perhaps finding her bored with nothing better to do, Leila-chan is poking Nico-chan's cheeck, as she's asleep in her lap pillow. She keeps on poking Nico-chan's squishy cheeks with her finger, causing her to groan each time. And then, Leila-chan, who's staring Nico-chan while laughing, suddenly lifts her head, as if just recalling something. "Say, Kitsune-kun !" "What's it?" "While I was talking to Nico the other day, she asked me something! But I didn't know the answer myself, so I thought I'd ask you about it when I had the chance, Kitsune-kun, but... is it okay if I ask?" Something Leila doesn't know? Do I even know about it then? Children's questions are sometimes pretty critical, so it's kinda scary. ...... But, well, I'll at least hear it out. I take a listening stance where my gaze meets with Leila-chan's. Then, Leila throws me a very outrageous question. "... How do you make a child?" "Bufu?!" Rishe-chan, who is meditating, is even taken aback. When I turn to Rishe-chan, perhaps embarrassed, she begins coughing with her face flushed red. Well, among all of the questions of a child from a normal family, it's certainly the one that shines as the number one most difficult question to answer. By the way, in the family where the mother or father were divorced or even dead, the question of "Where is my mother (father)?" was also difficult to answer. I stare at Leila-chan's face. And then, perhaps in wonder why Rishe-chan is taken aback, Leila-chan is showing a bewildered expression. This matter, she probably seriously doesn't understand about it.... how to make a child. Well, it's not like I'm completely aware of Leila-chan's past, or rather her origin, so I can't really talk about her, but she's called the demon of miasma (virus), I think she's most likely formerly a human. I'm sure she'd only turned into a demon after getting infected by "Red Night". Not that I have any evidences about it, though. If she was infected at a very young age, and was in a state of rampage until she met me afterwards, so if she had't received even the bare minimum of sex education prior to that, it's no small wonder that she knows nothing about it. "Come on, Kitsune-kun? Do you know how? Tell me about it!" Leila-chan grabs my clothes and then pulls on them. Her eyes, though blood-like red, they sparkle purely like that of a child's. So cute. "How to make a child, huh.... let's see, frankly speaking, you can make them by having an intercourse." "Kitsune! You're a fit two prank!" "You're slurring, you're slurring, Rishe-chan. You're getting to worked up, what's with that 'fit two prank'?" Are you a rapper? Rishe-chan interjects in our conversation with a slur that makes me want to jab at her. So, you must be a virgin, right? Fit two prank! YO! Just kidding. Be that as it may, Leila-chan is still having a bewildered expression. She doesn't seem to understand inercourse is. At a time like this, she would next ask 'What is intercourse?' or something along those lines. I guess this is one of those you-dig-your-own-grave pattern, starting from the moment I summoned up courage to answer that difficult to answer question. "What is intercourse?" "Alright, saw that one coming." It's as expected. Rather, Leila-chan, after lusting over me that much, you're actually that pure inside? Can't you can stop sending me such a pure gaze, that only makes it harder for me to answer. Perhaps Rishe-chan also similarly think so, as she avert her eyes from Leila-chan, with her face slighlty blushing. But well, it's indeed quite hard to explain. But, you know what, Rishe-chan. If you don't quickly answer that question, the child will ask for something more outrageous, you know? For example... "Ah! Then, Kitsune-kun, show me... that intercourse thing!" ...This kind of thing. Considering that the one asking this is an innocent airhead carnivorous Yandere demon, what is this situation? I'm a late-bloomer and earnest cherry boy, you know? It'd be a waste to throw away the virginity I've been protecting for so long over something like this, you know? Once I get rid of it, I can't regain it again, you know?! Do you get that?! Besides, I don't even have a partner for it, you know, a partner. "Leila-chan, intercourse somethat that is done by two people, a man and a woman, so I can't do it alone." I smack on Leila-chan's head once, since she unconsciously keeps on asking such strange things. She says it hurts when I smack on her head, but in reality, I bet it doesn't. I mean, my strength stat is lower than Leila-chan's resistance stat, after all. Rather, it's my hand that hurts. Well, my resistance is pretty high, so it heals right away, though. "You see, Leila-chan. I have no other choice, so I'll explain it to you step by step from the beginning, alright." "Huh? Yeah Tell me, tell me " "Kitsune, umm... are you sure it's going to be alright even if you tell her about it?" "How should I fool her then?" ".... like, growing out of the ground or something...." I also smack Riese-chan's head once. This time, it sould be more or less hurt since my strength is higher than her resistance. For now, I'll just ignore Rishe-chan and focus on explaining to Leila-chan about how to make a child, step by step. "Leila-chan, first of all, do you know the difference between a boy and a girl?" "Yes, a boy has a slightly tough meat, while a girl has a tender and easy to eat meat. Their tastes are about the same, though." "I'm not talking about their meat." I didn't expect the explanation of the differences between men and women to lead on to the subject of meat. "Well, first of all, there is a difference in body structure between men and women." "Men don't have boobs, do they?" "That's right, first of all, women have boobs and men don't. And there's another difference." "Err.... their hair length or something?" "No, that's not it. The genitals are different." It's quite hard to explain this part, I feel like Leila would say, "I don't understand, let me see" in the middle of it. They're just a lump of curiosity, children in such a situation. I have to explain very carefully. "Genitals?" "Genitals are the organs for making babies. Both men and women have them between their legs. In men it's called a penis and in women it's called a vagina." "Do we also have them, Kitsune-kun?" "Yes, we do. So if you put a man's penis in a woman's vagina, you can make a child. The end." "Isn't that too concise?!" I explain it briefly because it's too much of a pain to explain. Rathe, why do I have to teach her how to make a child in detail? Even Rishe-chan is curious about it, even though she's acting all shy, in the end that's what child making is all about. Well, I have no experience about it, though. I've never had a partner to do it, though. I'm not sad, though, because I'm not interested in that, after all. I'm serious, I'm a healthy youth, after all. "What's it? Leila-chan." "Your penis? Let me see it!" When Leila-chan asks me that, just as I've expected, I smack her head once again. She seem to ask Rishe-chan the same thing, but she seems to refuse it in the end. To top it all off, when she tries to take off Nico-chan's clothes, Rishe-chan and I have to do our best to stop her. In the end, I decide to educate her a little more about shame, manners and morals afterwards. Then we ride on for a while, and when it is around noon, we decide to have lunch in light of the horse's break. Fortunately, I know that Rishe-chan is a good cook, so I ask her to cook something simple with the food we had bought and simple cooking set. In the meantime, we're on alert for our surroundings. In the meantime, we have to be vigilant about our surroundings, because it's not strange if a demonic beast or something comes out, after all. By the way, we're in a bit of a forest. There aren't as many trees as in the forest near Miniera, and there aren't enough trees to block the sunlight. There is a road where carriages can pass through, and perhaps because it's daytime, it doesn't feel so dangerous. Also, I've hammered some details into Leila-chan, who had also asked Higurd-san, 'Let me see your penis'. When I tell her that she shouldn't ask such questions, and that she shouldn't show it to anyone other than people she really like, she seems to properly understand it. Well, when she said "Then, it's not a problem for us to show ours to each other, right? Because I love you so much, Kitsune-kun" right after, I could only let out a sigh. And then, I decided to teach her that she shouldn't so it so easily even to someone she likes. I feel like I have a big child. While I'm thinking about that, the miasma, that I have spread to detect any enemies around 200M radius with me at the center, senses the presence of a human. When I notice that they aren't moving, I find that suspicious. It doesn't seem that they've noticed us, so what's going on? Thinking so, after telling Higurd-san to move away a bit, I decide to try checking out that presence. As I pass through the the trees, I come closer to that presence. The number is one person, and rather than standing, that person seems to be lying on the ground. Has that person perhaps fallen unconscious? When I come to the point where I can see that presence with my own two eyes, the one lying there is a white haired girl. Rather, she's fallen unconscious while leaning on a tree. She has white hair so I was a bit wary that might be apostle-chan for a moment, but she is apparently not her. As I get closer, she seems to be around the same age of me, or perhaps slightly older. She seems to be taller than me, but perhaps thanks to the long white hair of hers, she looks somehat more like a mature woman. "Hmm? Is that her luggage?" Then, I notice a large luggage bag next to her. That's probably hers. But still, why does she fall unconscious here? "... for now, I guess I'll take her to the other first." It's just, leaving her alone like this would be slightly awkward, so I decide to use my miasma to carry her, along with her large luggage, back to where the other are.
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่ก—ใพใงๆˆปใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹้€”ไธญใ€ไปŠๅบฆใ“ใ้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใงใ‚ใ‚‹็‹ผๆ•ฐไฝ“ใซ้ญ้‡ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš็˜ดๆฐ—ใซๅค‰ใˆใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ้‡ใŒๅข—ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ้‡ใŒๅข—ใˆใฆใ‚‚ๆ“ไฝœๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใ้‡ใŒๅคšใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๆ“ไฝœใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้›ฃใ—ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐ้ฉๅˆ‡ใช้‡ใ‚’ๆญฃ็ขบใซๆ“ไฝœๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅธฐใ‚Š้“ใฏใšใฃใจ็˜ดๆฐ—ใงใƒใ‚นใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใƒœใƒผใƒซใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅผพๆ€งใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅœฐ้ขใซๆ‰‹ใง่ฝใจใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‚่ทณใญ่ฟ”ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ“ไฝœใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆ“ไฝœ็ทด็ฟ’ใ ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใ—ใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใพใชใ„ใ€ใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธญใงใƒซใƒผใƒซใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใฎๆ–นใฏๅœฐ้ขใซไป˜ใๅ‰ใซๅผ•ใไธŠใ’ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซไป˜ใ„ใฆๅฝขใŒๅดฉใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚Š......็ตๅฑ€ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆญฉใๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใฃใŸใฎใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ไบŒๆ™‚้–“ๅพŒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่ก—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎฟใพใงใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰็ทด็ฟ’ใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŠใ‹ใ’ใ‹ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ‚ณใƒ„ใŒๆŽดใ‚ใฆใใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ‚‚ๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใฏไบˆๆƒณใ—ใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใฏ็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ถณใฏใใฎๅ ดใซๅœๆญขใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใฏไธ€ไบบใฎ็”ทใŒ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚็ซ‹ใกๅกžใŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๅ…จ่บซ้ป’ใšใใ‚ใฎ่กฃ่ฃ…ใซ่บซใ‚’ๅŒ…ใฟใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไธๆ•ตใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ƒŒใฏ้ซ˜ใใ€ใใฎๆ‰‹ใซใฏๆŠœใ่บซใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไปŠใพใงใซไฝ•ไบบใ‚‚ๆ–ฌใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใใฎๅ‰ฃใฏไฝฟใ„่พผใพใ‚ŒใŸ่ทกใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ็žณใซใฏไบบๆฎบใ—ใฎ็‹‚ๆฐ—ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ไฟบใŒๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ไบบ้–“ใชใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆใชใ‚ก?ใ€ ๅฝผใฏใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใซใใฎๅ‰ฃๅ…ˆใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚‚ใ€้จŽๅฃซใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ใŸใ ใฎๆฎบไบบ่€…ใŒ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใงๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚“ใชๅฝผใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฎŒๅ…จใซใ€่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใ„ใฎ้€š็”จใ™ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใงใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใ ใ—ใ€่ก—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒ่ชฐใ‹ใฎๅทฎใ—้‡‘ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏไธ€็›ฎ็žญ็„ถใ€‚ๅƒ•ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ๅฅดใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ไปŠใฎๆ‰€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ—ใ‹ๆ€ใ„ใคใ‹ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ“ใฎ็”ทใŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€้–ขไฟ‚่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใŸใฃใฆ้šๅˆ†ใจๅŽ„ไป‹ใชไบบ้–“ใ‚’้€ใ‚Šใ“ใ‚“ใงใใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็„ฆใฃใŸใ‚Šๆ€ฏใˆใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆไบบ้–“ใปใฉๆๆ€–ใฎๅฏพ่ฑกใซใชใ‚Šใˆใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใฏ็„กใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใ‚‚ไบบ้–“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ? ใชใ‚“ใ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ก? ใƒ•ใƒณใ‚คใ‚ญใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใช......ใŠใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใ‡ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‹ใ€ๆฎบใ—็”ฒๆ–ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎใ€ ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใ€ใจ็ฌ‘ใ†็”ทใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€็œŸใฃ้ป’ใ„็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ€ๅˆ‡ใฃๅ…ˆใ‚’็”ทใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸไปŠใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅคงใใชๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚ไฝฟใ„ใ“ใชใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅƒ•ใฟใŸใ„ใชไบบ้–“ใซใฏใ“ใฎใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใŒไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ๆ‰‹่ปฝใงใ€ๆ‰ฑใ„ใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใฎ่ชฐใชใฎใ‹ใช? ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅˆๅฏพ้ขใ ใจ่จ˜ๆ†ถใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ชใ‚คใ‚ชใ‚คใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใง้šๅˆ†ใจๅ†ท้™ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ ใจๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใญใ‡ๅฐ็‰ฉใ ใฃใฆ่žใ„ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใช......ใพใ‚กๆ–ฌใ‚Œใ‚“ใชใ‚‰่ชฐใงใ‚‚ใ‚คใ‚คใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ใ€Œใพใๅ›ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใƒคใƒใ„ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใฎใ‹ใช? ใใฎๅญใซๆฏ”ในใŸใ‚‰ๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใชใใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œไฟบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚„ในใ‡ใฃใฆ็›ธๅฝ“ใ ใช! ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒƒใ€ใŠๅ‰......ไฟบใจใ„ใ„ใใฎใ‚„ในใ‡ๅฅดใจใ„ใ„ใ€ใ‚ญใƒใ‚ฌใ‚คใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎ?ใ€ 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ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠๅ›žใ‚‚ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’ๅณๆ–ญๅณๆฑบใงๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€่ชฐใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ€‚ ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใงๆ‚ฆๆฅฝใ‚’ๅพ—ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฝผใชใฎใ ใ€‚ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™็†็”ฑใ ใฃใฆใ€ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ—ใ‹่จ€ใ„ๆง˜ใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใๅ ฑๅ‘Šใซใ‚ˆใ‚ŒใฐๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„็”ทใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใซใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใชไป•ไบ‹ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“ใ€ใพใๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่ชฐใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€ๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใใฃใกใงใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅ‘จ่พบใฎไบบๆ‰•ใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใฃใฆใŠใใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใคใ‚‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใ„ใ“ใจใงใ€ ไปŠๅ›žใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆญฏๅฟœใˆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๆจ™็š„ใงใฏใชใ„ใจ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ‚“ใชไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šใฏไธญใซ่ตคใ„่ก€ใŒ่ฉฐใพใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๆธฉใ‹ใ„้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏ็†ฑใ„่ฟ”ใ‚Š่ก€ใ‚’ๆตดใณใŸใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ‰‹ใงๆญขใ‚ใŸใ„ใ€‚ๆฎตใ€…ใจๆญปใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆ่กŒใไบบ้–“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ€่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅฎŸ้š›ใซๆจ™็š„ใจๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใฆใฟใฆใ€ไปŠใพใงใซใชใ„ใƒŠใƒ‹ใ‚ซใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซไฝ‡ใ‚€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏใ€้ป’ใ„ๆœใซใ€ไธก็œผใง่‰ฒใฎ้•ใ†็žณใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ ฑๅ‘Šใง่žใ„ใŸ้€šใ‚Šใฎไบบ็‰ฉใ€‚ๆˆฆใˆใฐ็ฐกๅ˜ใซๆฎบใ›ใใ†ใชใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใฎใ€ใŸใ ใฎไบบ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ณใ‚คใƒ„......ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซไบบ้–“ใ‹? ไธ€็žฌใ€ไบบ้–“ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฎๆง˜ใชไฝ•ใ‹ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฏๆฎบใ™็‚บใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆœ€ๅ‡ถใฎๅฟซๆฅฝๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใŒใ€ใŸใ ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใซๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆญป็ฅžใฎๆง˜ใชๆญปใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๆๆ€–ใฎๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซ้š ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ„ใคใฎใพใซใ‹็œŸใฃ้ป’ใชใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ€‚ใใฎๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚็ฆใ€…ใ—ใใ€ใใฎ้ป’ใ•ใŒ็ตถๅฏพ็š„ใชๅฑ้™บใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅนณๅธธ้€šใ‚ŠใซๆŒฏใ‚‹่ˆžใ„ใ€ๆฎบใ™ๆ—จใ‚’ๅ‘Šใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผใฏๅผตใ‚Šใคใ‘ใŸๆง˜ใช่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ็ด ้€šใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่จผๆ‹ ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ๆฎบๆ„ใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใฅใใ€‚ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€ๆœฌๆฐ—ใง่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใจ่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใ‚’้ซ˜ใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅˆ‡ใฃๅ…ˆใ‚’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใซๅ‘ใ‘ใฆ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅค–ใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅฝผใฎๆ‰‹ใŒใ‚†ใ‚‰ใ‚Šใ€ใจไธŠใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใฑใกใ‚“ใ€ใจๆฐ—ใฎๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช้Ÿณใ‚’้ณดใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ ็žฌ้–“ใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๅงฟใŒๆถˆใˆใŸโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฆใ€่ฆ–็•ŒใŒ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใซๅก—ใ‚Šใคใถใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎ้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ใ€ๆผ†้ป’ใฎใ€้—‡ใฟใŸใ„ใช่‰ฒใŒใ€่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’ๆบ€ใŸใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…‰ใŒๅ…จใๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ไธ–็•Œใซๅผ•ใ่พผใพใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ้ฉšๆ„•ใ—ใŸใŒใ€็›ดใใซๆˆ‘ใซ่ฟ”ใฃใฆๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๆฐ—้…ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๆฐ—้…ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่ƒŒๅพŒใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ไปŠใ‚‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆญฉใๆง˜ใชใƒšใƒผใ‚นใงใ€้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ด ้€šใ‚Š............ใฃใฆ่จณใ‹......!ใ€ ๆ–‡ๅญ—้€šใ‚Šใ€่จ€่‘‰้€šใ‚Šใ€็ด ้€šใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆจชใ‚’ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ€้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š่ฆ–็•Œใฏ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใงใ€ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๅงฟใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใซใ€ๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใซ่‡ชไฟกใŒใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ๅ˜˜ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใซใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚คใƒ‰ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’็ด ้€šใ‚Šใ—ใŸใ“ใจใซๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใŸใ ใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎ็‹‚ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ—ใฆๅนณ็„ถใจ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅนดใซใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฐšไธ”ใค็ด ้€šใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸๅฐ‘ๅนดใซใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆ ผไธŠใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†็›ธๆ‰‹ใซๅฎŸ็พใ—ใฆใฟใ›ใŸๅฐ‘ๅนดใซใ€่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใƒใƒ......ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒƒ......! ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒƒใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒƒใƒใƒใƒใ‚ขใƒใƒใƒใƒ!!!ใ€ ็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒๆบขใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆฎบใ—ใฆใฟใŸใ„ใ€ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ€ๆฎบใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ‚“ใช้ก”ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใชไบบ้–“ใ‚‚ใ€่ตคใ„่ก€ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใใ‚“ใช่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๆบขใ‚Œใฆไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใช่‰ฒใŒๆถˆใˆใ€ๅ…ƒใฎ่ก—ไธฆใฟใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸ่ฆ–็•Œใซๆ˜ ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎใฏโ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œ......ใ‚ฏใƒใƒƒ......้šๅˆ†ใจใพใใ€ใˆใ’ใคใญใ‡ใ“ใจใงใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๅงฟใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅ…จๆ–นๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ›ฒใ‚€ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๅคง้‡ใฎ็œŸใฃ้ป’ใชใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒๅˆ‡ใฃๅ…ˆใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆๅฎ™ใซๆตฎใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚
While I was heading back to the town, I encountered several small fry wolf-type demonic beasts. I decided to turn them into miasma, thus the amount of miasma I had increased. Apparently it didn't seem to be impossible to control even if the amount of miasma had increased. Well, because there was a lot more miasma, it became a bit difficult to control all of it, but once I became accustomed to it, I should be able to precisely control an appropriate amount of miasma. Thus, on the way back home I kept playing with a miasma made basket ball. Because it had no elasticity, this served as control practice to make it looked as if the ball bounced back at me the moment it hit the ground. In doing so, I decided to put a rule first, that was I wouldn't take a single step forward unless I could make it bounce. At first I pulled it up before even reaching the ground, or it hit the ground to much that it lost its shape... in the end, it was two hours from the beginning of the training that I started walking. Even after entering the city, I keep practicing bouncing it even while heading to the inn. "But well, I've never expected this situation." I'm still bouncing the ball, but my feet are stopped on the spot. That's because there's a man standing in front of me. He's standing on my way. Clad in a full-body black outfit, he's smiling daringly. He is tall, and he also has a brandished sword in his hand. Seemingly has killed numerous people with it, he looks already very accustomed to hold that sword. And above all, the madness of murderer is emerging from his eyes. "You are -- the target I must kill, aren't you?" Saying so, he turns toward me. Those words don't come from either an adventurer or a knight, but from a murderer that's standing in front of me. I activate "eerie constitution" right in front of him. It is obvious that he isn't the type that words could reach, and given the fact that there's no one around even though we're right in the middle of a town, it's obvious that this all is instigated by someone. As far as I can tell, right now someone who would do such a thing is none other than Duke Orba. This man is very unlikely Duke Orba himself, but without a doubt he is related to that guy. Moreover, sure is quite a troublesome person he has sent here. But I'm not particularly flustered or frightened. For me, there is no human being that can give me fear. "Because I am also human, after all." "Huh? What is this? The air around you changes... interesting, looks like you're also quite used to death battle, aren't you?" When the man starts laughing 'Kuhaha', I also put my usual faint smile. After that I make a jet-black miasma knife and point it to the man. Now that my muscle strength has gone up, I can use larger weapons, but for someone such as myself, this kind of weapon suits me best. It's simple and easy to handle, after all. "Who are you, and who did send you here? Honestly speaking, as far as I can remember this is our first meeting, though?" "Oy oy, in this kind of situation you're quite calm, aren't you? From the information, I heard that the target is a small fry, but... whatever, I'll kill everyone so such a thing doesn't matter, though." "Well, it's because I've seen someone more terrifying than you, I guess. How should I put it, compared to that girl, I think you're nothing." "To be more terrifying than me, quite something isn't she?! Kuhaha, you... first that terrifying girl and now me, you're quite loved by freaks, aren't you?" Well, both Leila and this guy, they do have some screws loose though. Not just freak, perhaps you can even call them madman, that word fits the crazy Leila and this guy to a tee. Also, I really do not want to be liked by them, but that fake-hero-kun and that wicked miko were also crazy in a sense. It is vexing that I can't deny his remark about this. But well, I wonder if he'll answer my question. "My client? I can't tell you his name, but ... but my name is -- oops, I also can't tell you that, huh.... It can't be helped then, it's a pseudonym but just take it as my name." "Let's just say my name is... Rudy. I'm here to kill you." * Status * Name : Reis Ness Gender : Male Lv 78 Strength : 7820 Stamina : 9200 Resistance : 320: STOP! Agility : 9500 Magical power : 2100 [(Title)] [(Skill)] [(Innate Skill)] * "I see, nice to meet you, Reis-kun." "Don't just casually saying my real name like that, mind you?" "It's written all over your face, though." "Looks like you're somewhat screwed yourself, huh." I only peek at his status for a bit, though. I really don't want to be lumped together with the likes of them. I am a decent and proper youth you know? I can even say that with confidence. "Well if you already know who I am then that's also fine, it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to kill you, after all." This man, Reis, says that while scratching his head. Even while doing such a conversation, from the fact that the point of his sword doesn't waver even a bit, I can tell that without a doubt he's skilled. Looking at the fact that I can't see his skill on his status, most likely he has some sort of concealment skill. That Apostle-chan was also like that, after all. However I also can't afford to get myself killed just like this. So, let's use this chance to test out the new way of fighting I came up on the way back before. "Well then, I've decided to pass through without killing you." "What?" Reis narrows his eyes doubtfully, speaking of my battle prowess, it's indeed impossible for me to pass through him... however I have the strongest and the worst weapon that's also used by an S-ranked monster. This is a good chance to test this out. Saying that, I snap my fingers. * * * Reis Ness was an infamous criminal who took pleasure in killing people. By the way, similarly like adventurers, criminals were also ranked based on their danger. In his cases, he was one of the most dangerous ones of S ranks. The reason for that was with the prowess deserving of A rank, he had the tendency to kill people indiscriminately. He was a heinous murderer whose recorded victims were no less than 1043 people. His birth and childhood were shrouded in mystery, but even if it was only from the known rumors, he had been killing people since he was about twelve years old. If you include the victims that weren't recorded, most likely the number would easily exceed 2,000 people. He was such a dangerous man who kept killing people indiscriminately everyday. Normally such a person would be a madman, but unexpectedly he was without a doubt sane. Despite having killed so many people, he had such strong mind that didn't break and was still sane. However, that showed just how dangerous this man was. Because he could kill people with clear mind. When he was put on wanted list by the country, while running away, he kept moving from place to place while killing the pursuers who occasionally came after him, and after running away for about 10 years he was captured by an S rank adventurers who took the request from the country. He who was supposed to be detained until his death, somehow was suddenly released during the fifth years. The one who ordered his release was Duke Orba. Currently he was donning a full-body black outfit which hid his neck, however beneath it there was a "Slave choker" which was the proof of a slave. In contract, should he violate the order, the choker would strangled him to death, however upon his release he was appointed as Duke Orba's bodyguard. Unlike ordinary slaves, he wasn't treated oppressively. Duke Orba got a powerful bodyguard, Reis could legally kill people. Since their interests met, Reis was also on good term with Duke Orba. The "Slave Choker" was used as a chain to rein the atrocious criminal he was. And since becoming his bodyguard, he had been killing people who were opposing Duke Orba. There were times when he killed people who were scheming to assassinate Duke Orba first. "I want you to kill a man who has different eye colors and wears black clothes." Therefore, this time he also readily accepted the order to kill someone. If he could kill then anyone was fine. He was the type of person who took pleasure in killing people. His reason for killing people was solely because it felt pleasant. "Well, according to the report, his ability isn't worth mentioning, so it should be an easy job for you." "Well, as long as I can kill then anyone is fine. Can I leave the cleaning up afterward to you as usual?" "Yeah, I'll also clear up the surrounding area." "Thanks as always." He heard that this time the target was an easy one. However, he thought that that was also fine. As long as the target was still human being, the body would be filled with red blood, and there'd also warm heartbeat. He wanted to be soaked in that hot spurt of blood. He wanted to stop that heartbeat with his own hand. He wanted to look down on the expression of the person who was slowly approaching death. Because murder was his hobby, murder was his speciality, murder was his entertainment, murder was his raison d'etre, and murder was he himself. Upon actually facing the target, he felt something he'd never felt before. The standing still youth in front of his eyes had different eye colors and also wore black clothes. The target was exactly as what he'd heard in the report. A mere human that was seemingly he could easily kill if he wanted to, just as usual. But then, he suddenly thought. -- this guy... is he really human? In an instant the youth did not look like a human. The youth looked like something in human form. The murderer who took pleasure from killing was afraid of a mere youth. He could feel death from the terrorizing intimidating air emitted by the youth that seemed just like death god. And then, he didn't know where it was hidden at, but without he noticed somehow the youth had already had a jet-black knife pointed at him. That weapon was also very ominous, he could sense absolute danger from its blackness. However, he still acted as usual, but when he said that he was going to kill the youth, the youth only floated a faint smile, and said... The youth said he'd pass through him. As if proofing those words, he noticed that despite the youth was emitting such fearsome intimidating air, there was no killing intent at all. That meant the youth said those words seriously. Something is coming, while raising his caution to the limit, he fixedly pointed both his sword and his eyes toward the youth. And then the youth slowly raised his hand... and with a snap, he could hear the sound of finger snapping. At that moment, the youth's figure disappeared... No, it was his field vision that turned pitch black. Just like that black knife, jet-black darkness-like color filled his sight. It seemed as though he was drawn into a world where no light existed at all. He was surprised, but he immediately calmed himself down and starting looking for the youth's presence. And then, he noticed that the youth presence was already behind him. The youth was slowly walking away in steady pace. "Exactly... passing through, huh!" Just as the youth said, literally, passing through. The youth simply walked and passed through him. Even when he turned around, his sight was still pitch-black so he couldn't see the youth's figure. Unconsciously, he grinded his teeth. If he said that he wasn't confident in his skills, then he'd be lying. However, he didn't particularly hold high pride in his ability. Therefore, he wasn't particularly angry that the youth passed through him just like that. He was simply interested. Therefore, he was interested in the youth who could calmly smile faintly even in front of such madness. He was also interested in the youth who said that he'd pass through him. And above all, he was interested in the youth who did exactly as he said even against someone as powerful as himself. "Haha ...... Kuhaha ... ...! Kuhahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !!!" I want to kill him, I want to fight him to death, what kind of face will he make when I kill him I wonder? Will such person also spurt red blood I wonder? He couldn't contain his curiosity. The pitch-black color disappeared and he returned to the townscape. And within his field of vision that had returned -- ".... Kuhaha ... quite a nasty one he was." -- The youth's figure was nowhere to be seen. Instead, as if surrounding him from all directions, numerous pitch-black black knives were floating in the air with the tips pointed at him.
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ใฏไพ้ ผใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใ ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๆ‰‹ไผใ„็ณปใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใ•ใฃใใ‚ŠไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๅฎฟไปฃใ‚’็จผใ’ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใชใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไพ้ ผใฎๅ—ใ‘ๆ–นใฏไธ€ใคใ€ไพ้ ผๆ›ธใฎ่ฒผใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆŽฒ็คบๆฟใ‹ใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใซๅˆใฃใŸไพ้ ผใ‚’้ธใณใ€ๅ—ไป˜ใซๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใใ ใ‘ใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚ŒใฐใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข้”ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅดใŒๅ—ๆณจๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ไพ้ ผๆฏŽใซ้”ๆˆๆœŸ้™ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„็ณป......ๆ‰€่ฌ‚Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไพ้ ผใฏๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๆ•ฐๆ™‚้–“ใง้”ๆˆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆœŸๆ—ฅใฏไธ€ๆ—ฅใ€ๅคšใใฆใ‚‚ไบŒๆ—ฅ็จ‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจๅ…ฑใซๆŽฒ็คบๆฟใฎๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใšใฏใฉใ‚“ใชไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ โ—‡Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไพ้ ผโ—‡ ไพ้ ผไธป:ใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒชใƒผใƒณ ๅ ฑ้…ฌ:้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžš ไพ้ ผๅ†…ๅฎน:้€ƒใ’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใƒšใƒƒใƒˆๆŽขใ— ๆœŸๆ—ฅ:2ๆ—ฅ โ—‡ ใ€Œ่ชญใ‚ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฃใฏ! ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่ชญใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ่ชญใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹! ่จ€่ชžใƒžใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใงใ€ไฝ•ใฎไพ้ ผ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ไพ้ ผๅ†…ๅฎนใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ‚ชใใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒšใƒƒใƒˆๆŽขใ—ใฎๆ‰‹ไผใ„ใชใ‚‰ใฐๅ‘ฝใฎๅฑ้™บใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใพใŸ2ๆ—ฅใ‚‚ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ‹ใชใ‚Š่‰ฏใ„ไป•ไบ‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€้Š€่ฒจ1ๆžš็จผใ’ใฐ็™ป้Œฒๆ–™ใŒ่ฟ”ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“! ใ“ใ‚Œๅ—ใ‘ใ•ใ›ใฆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใง็งใฎๆ‰€ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใŠ้šฃใธใฉใ†ใžใ€ ใ€Œๅ—ไป˜ใฎไป•ไบ‹ใ—ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ.........ใฏใ......ๆ‰ฟใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ไพ้ ผไธปใฎใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒชใƒผใƒณๆง˜ใฎ่‡ชๅฎ…ใพใงใฎๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๆ›ธใใพใ™ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎไธ‹ใธใจๆŒใฃใฆ่กŒใใจใ€ใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใพใซๅซŒใใ†ใช้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๅˆฅใฎ็ช“ๅฃใ‚’ๅ‹งใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆญฃ่ซ–ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใจๆธ‹ใ€…ไพ้ ผๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒไพ้ ผไธปใฎ่‡ชๅฎ…ใพใงใฎ็ฐกๅ˜ใชๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใจใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‹ใ‚‰Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใซใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฃใจใ€Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซๆ˜‡ๆ ผใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„็ฐกๅ˜ใงใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใฏๅ…ƒๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใฃใŸๅฝนๅ“กใŒใ„ใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ใใฎๆ–นใŒๅฎšๆœŸ็š„ใซ่กŒใ†่จ“็ทดใงๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚ŒใฐFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซใชใ‚Œใพใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใŒๅœฐๅ›ณใงใ™ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใตใ‚€ใจ้ ทใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚่จ“็ทดใง่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚ŒใฐFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซๆ˜‡ๆ ผๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ่จ“็ทดใ•ใˆๅ—ใ‘ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆฐธ้ Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆ้šๅˆ†ใจ้ƒฝๅˆใฎใ„ใ„ใ‚ทใ‚นใƒ†ใƒ ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็š†ๆง˜ๆ—ฉใFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซไธŠใŒใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใซ่‡ชไฟกใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ–นใฏ็™ป้ŒฒๅพŒใ™ใใซ่จ“็ทดใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใพใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚้ŽๅŽปใซใฏๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใฎๆฐ—่ฟซใ ใ‘ใงFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ–นใ‚‚ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๆง˜ใ‚‚ๆฌกๅ›žใฎ่จ“็ทดใ‚’ใŠๅ—ใ‘ใ—ใพใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅ—ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅผฑใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆ่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ…ฅๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใธใจๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใฃใฆใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใฎใƒŸใ‚ขใƒปใƒ†ใ‚ฃใ‚ฐใƒชใ‚นใฏๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒๅ†…ๅฟƒใง่ฉ•ไพกใ—ใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Š็•ฐๆ€งใซใƒขใƒ†ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€็›ฎใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ตใƒฉใ‚ตใƒฉใฎ้•ทใ„้‡‘้ซชใ‚„็™ฝใ„่‚Œใ€ใใ—ใฆใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Š็•ฐๆ€งใฎ็œผใ‚’ๆƒนใๅ‡นๅ‡ธใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒซใซๅŠ ใˆใฆใ€ๆ€งๆ ผใ‚‚ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ€ไบบๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใƒขใƒ†ใชใ„่ฆ็ด ใŒ็„กใ„ไฝใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅˆๅฏพ้ขใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‹็”ฑใ‚‚ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ไบบๆฐ—ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฅณๆ€งใ ใ€‚ไธญใซใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚‚ๅคšใ€…ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€้ŽๅŽปๅใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่ฒดๆ—ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฑ‚ๅฉšใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใใฎๅ ดใงๆŒฏใฃใŸไผ่ชฌใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ็•ฐๆ€งใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏใใ†็ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้ŸณใŒไป–ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ‚’ๅทฎใ—็ฝฎใ„ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ‰€ใซ็œŸใฃใ™ใใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅฝผใŒ่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’่€ƒใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅฎŸ้š›ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆœ€ๅˆใซๆ”พใฃใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€ ใ€Žๅทจไนณใ ใ€ ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎไบ‹ใ‚‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ไบบใ ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใ€่‹ฅๅนฒ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’่ฆšใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ไธๅฏงใซๅธฐใ‚Œใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๅพŒใฎๆก”้Ÿณใจใฎไผš่ฉฑใฎไธญใงใ€่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹็•ฐๆ€งใจไฝ•ใ‹้•ใ†ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่ƒธใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚ปใ‚ฏใƒใƒฉ็™บ่จ€ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€ๅทจไนณใ•ใ‚“ใจๅ‘ผใถใ‚ใ€้šๅˆ†ใจๅคฑ็คผใช็”ทใ ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใใ“ใซ้‚ชใพใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงใ€ๅทจไนณใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅทจไนณใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ€ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฎๆ€ๆƒ‘ใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚ ่‰ฏใใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใซใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่จ€ใ„ๅฏ„ใ‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅฟ—ใ‚‚็„กใใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใซๅฅฝๆ„็š„ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚‚ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฅ‡ๅฆ™ใช่ˆˆๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ›ใฐใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅธธ่ญ˜็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅธธ่ญ˜ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆง˜ๅญใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒ่ฅฒใฃใฆใใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่žใใพใงใ‚‚็„กใ„่ณชๅ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅค‰ใ ใ€‚ๆ™ฎ้€šAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใฎๅฏพๅฟœใชใ‚“ใฆ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€็ฝๅฎณใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎๆ•ตใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹่‡ชไฝ“้–“้•ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ‰ใƒŸใ‚ขใ€ใ•ใฃใใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏๆ–ฐไบบใ‹ใ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎไธ‹ใธไธ€ไบบใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅ—ไป˜ใฎใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใซ่‚˜ใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่ƒธใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใคใญๆง˜ใจใฏๅคง้•ใ„ใญใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅ—ไป˜ใจใ—ใฆไบ‹ๅ‹™็š„ใชๅฏพๅฟœใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‰......ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใพใŸ็”ทใ‚’่ช‘ใ‹ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ‚ก็พŽไบบใฏๅพ—ใง่‰ฏใ„ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆฅใซใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ€็”จไปถใฏใชใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใคใ‚Œใญใ‡ใชใ‚ก......ไฝ•ใ€ๅคงใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‚ˆ......ไปŠๆ—ฅใ€็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‰้ฃฏใงใ‚‚ใฉใ†ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใชใใ€ ใ€Œ้ ๆ…ฎใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใใพใ™ใ€ไป•ไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ ใ“ใฎ็”ทใฏใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใƒปใ‚ฐใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚นใจใ„ใ†็”ทใงใ€Eใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ€‚ๅฅณใ‚„้…’ใซๆบบใ‚Œใ‚‹็ขŒใงใ‚‚ใชใ„็”ทใ ใŒใ€่…•ใฏ็ขบใ‹ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใ‚‚้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ„ใใคใ‚‚ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใชใพใ˜ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆจชๆšดใช่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใฐใ—ใฐใ ใ€‚ ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใงใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎใ“ใจใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๆฏŽๆ—ฅๆฏŽๆ—ฅๅฝผๅฅณใซ่จ€ใ„ๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใšใซใ‚ˆ! ใ„ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‹ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใใ‚Œใ‡ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๆ–ญใ‚Šใ—ใพใ™ใ€ใจ็”ณใ—ใพใ—ใŸใŒ?ใ€ ใ€Œใธใธใธใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ๆง˜ใซใฏใ—ใญใ‡ใ‚ˆใ€ใช? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ฃฏ้ฃŸใ†ใ ใ‘ใ ใ€ ไบ‹ๅ‹™็š„ใซๅฏพๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ—ใคใ“ใ„ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’่ฆšใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๆ•ด็†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒšใƒณใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚“ใชใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏใใฎ็„ก้ชจใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ไฝŽใ„ๅฃฐใงใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎๆก”้ŸณใจๅŒใ˜ๆง˜ใซใ€ใ ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใจใฏ้•ใ„ใ€ใ‘ใ—ใฆๆ”พใ•ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚ŠใฎๅŠ›ๅผทใ•ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใใ‚“ใชใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซๆ€ใ‚ใš้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฎไธ‹ๅ‘ใŸ็ฌ‘ใฟใ€‚ๆŽดใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅผ•ใใŒใ€ๅŠ›ใฎๅทฎใŒ้•ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ…จใ้›ขใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใฏ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๅฃฐ่‰ฒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใใ‚“ใชใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ไฟฏใ„ใŸใ€‚่กŒใใจ่จ€ใ‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏใ“ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆ”พใ—ใฆใฏใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚ๆญคๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใงใฏๆ•ตใ‚ใชใ„ๆ•…ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข้”ใ‚‚ๅฟƒ้…ใ’ใซ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใŒๆ€–ใ„ใฎใ‹ๅ‹•ใ‘ใšใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใ“ใฎๅ ดใ‚’ใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใฎๆœ€ๅ–„็ญ–ใจใ—ใฆใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใฎ่ช˜ใ„ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅพŒใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใŒๅคงไบบใ—ใ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅธฐใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๅ…จ็„ถๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใŒใ€ใ“ใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏๅŠ›ใฅใใงใ‚‚่กŒๅ‹•ใซ็งปใ™ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆŠตๆŠ—ใฎไฝ™ๅœฐใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใฎๅœฐๅ›ณๅ…จ็„ถๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใƒผ?ใ€ ใใ“ใซใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸๆก”้ŸณใŒๅ‰ฒใ‚Šใ“ใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็ทŠ่ฟซใ—ใŸ็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒๅดฉๅฃŠใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใƒŸใ‚ขใŒๆ›ธใ„ใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๆŽฒใ’ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๅœฐๅ›ณใฏใ€ๅœฐๅ›ณใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๆŠฝ่ฑก็š„ใช่ฝๆ›ธใใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข้”ใฏใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ใพใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ็ตตใ‚„ๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๆ›ธใใฎใŒไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใใใชใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ–ฐไบบใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๅฎนๅงฟใซๆƒนใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ไพ้ ผใงๅฝผๅฅณใซๆ›ธใ„ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ไธ€ๅ›žใฏๆธกใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ใ—ใฆๅฝผๅฅณใŒ็ตตใŒ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใงใฏๆœ€ๆ—ฉๆ’ไพ‹่กŒไบ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฎๅ•้กŒใฏใใ“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’่ชญใพใšๅ…ฅใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ“ใจใซ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸใฎใ‹ใ€่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็จใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใชใซใ“ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ€่ถ…ๅฑ…่พ›ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ขใƒฌใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ! ใƒŠใƒณใƒ‘ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒŠใƒณใƒ‘ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใฎไบบใŒ? ใ‚ใฎ้ก”ใง?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๆ•ฐๅใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚่‰ฏใ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚‚่‚ฉใ‚’ใทใ‚‹ใทใ‚‹ใจๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ไฟฏใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๅ ชใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒใƒใƒฌใƒใƒฌใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅ‘†็„ถใจใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็›ฎใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅ›ฐใฃใฆใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใ ใ‚ˆ? ใ“ใ“ใฏๅŠฉใ‘ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๅฅฝๆ„Ÿๅบฆใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ !ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใ‚„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใฎไบบๅ‡„ใ„ๅผทใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใชใ‚“ใ‹ไธ€ๆ’ƒใงใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸไบ‹ๅฎŸใŒ้‡่ฆใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๆก”้Ÿณใฏไน—ใ‚Šๆฐ—ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŸใกใซใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใซใ‚‚ใ ใ€‚ใใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงใใฎๆ€ๆƒ‘ใฏๅคฑๆ•—ใซ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏๅ…จใ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’่ชญใพใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒ้ขๅ€’่‡ญใใ†ใซใใฃใฝใ‚’ๅ‘ใใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใจ็›ฎใŒๅˆใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚ŒใฐๅŠฉใ‘ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ ๆ…ฎใชใ็œผใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใฃใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใงไปŠ็›ฎใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใฎ! ใใ“ใฏ้ ทใๆ‰€ใงใ—ใ‚‡!ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ‹้ผปๆฐดๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸ......็ด™ๆŒใฃใฆใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใจใ“ใจใ‚“็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’่ชญใพใชใ„ใ€‚้ผปๆฐดใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใฎใงใ€ใใ‚‡ใ‚ใใ‚‡ใ‚ใจ็ด™ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ใŒใ€่ฆ‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใšใ€ไธๅบฆๆ‰‹ใซๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่ฝๆ›ธใใƒกใƒขใง้ผปใ‚’ใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ ใ‚ˆ!? ๅ–„ๆ„ใงๆ›ธใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใง้ผปๆฐดๅก—ใ‚Œใซใ™ใ‚‹? ๆ™ฎ้€š?ใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใใฎใŠ่ฉซใณใซใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ•ใ่กŒใ‘ใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใจใ“ใ‚Œใจใฏ่ฉฑใŒๅˆฅใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใชใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใŠใฃใฑใ„ๆ‰ใฟๆ”พ้กŒใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ—่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅทจไนณใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใซๆœ€ๆ‚ชใชๆ‰‹ใฎๅนณ่ฟ”ใ—ใ ใญ! ๅฅฝๆ„Ÿๅบฆใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ†ไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใญ!ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹ๆ–น้‡ใง่ฉฑใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏ็„ก่ฌ€ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใฏใŸใฃใŸไปŠ็™ป้Œฒใ—ใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚ŠใฎHใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ๆดพๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซ้ฉใ†็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚‰ใ€็ด ็›ดใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒ็Š ็‰ฒใซใชใ‚‹ใจใ™ใ‚‰ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚Œใปใฉใ‚ปใ‚ฏใƒใƒฉ็™บ่จ€ใ‚’ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็‚บใซไป–ไบบใ‚’ๅ‚ทใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่จฑใ›ใชใ„ไฝใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๅ„ชใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰......ๅˆฅใซ็งๅ›ฐใฃใฆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใชใฎ? ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅ›ฐใฃใฆใชใ„ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผ......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆ„ๅ‘ณใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๆญคๆ–นใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹็‚บใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ‚Š็ฐกๅ˜ใซๆก”้ŸณใŒ่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใฎใงใ€ๆ‹ๅญๆŠœใ‘ใชๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ“ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—็ฒ˜ใ‚Œใ‚ˆ! ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŸใกใฎๅฟƒใŒไธ€ใคใซใชใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใฎไพ้ ผใฎไพ้ ผไธปใฎๅฎถใฎๅœฐๅ›ณๆ›ธใ„ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใ‚ใ€ใฏใ„......ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ้šฃใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ไฝœ่ฃฝใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ„ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅพฎๅฆ™ใช็ฉบๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŸใกใฏๅ‹•ใใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ„ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขไปฅๅค–ใฎๅ…จๅ“กใŒๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•............ใชใซใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅœฐๅ›ณใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใฆ่ฒฐใ„ใ€ใพใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆญฉใๅง‹ใ‚ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใŒๅคงใใช็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฃ! ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ„ใ€ใŸใ ใฎ่…ฐๆŠœใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‹! ใ“ใ‚Šใ‚ƒๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‘ใญใ‡ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎ? ใทใฃใ€ใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏ!!ใ€ ใใฎๆฑšใ„ๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹็ฝตๅ€’ใ€‚ๆŒ‘็™บใจใ‚‚ๅ–ใ‚Œใ‚‹่จ€่‘‰ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ ใ‚Œไธ€ไบบใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฆใ€ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ„ใŠใ„ใ€่…ฐๆŠœใ‘ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‹ใ„?ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚€ใ„ใŸไบ‹ใซใฏใ€ๅ…จๅ“กใŒ้ฉšใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ่บซไฝ“ใฎๅ‘ใใ‚’ๅ่ปขใ•ใ›ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚†ใ‚‰ใ‚Šใจไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใชๅ‹•ใใงใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸใ€‚่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใ€ๅผฑ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใซๅผฑ่€…ใ‚‰ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฌ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’็บใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใซ็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏไปŠใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใƒšใƒƒใƒˆใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใซ่กŒใใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅ…ˆ่ผฉๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใใ“ใฏๅฟœๆดใ—ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’็บใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰่จ€ใฃใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€ไบˆๆƒณๅค–ใซๅผฑ่€…ๆ€่€ƒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒšใƒƒใƒˆใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใซ่กŒใใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฟœๆดใ—ใ‚ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‚‚ใพใใ‚นใ‚ฑใƒผใƒซใŒๅฐใ•ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฟœๆดใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบ‹ๆŸ„ใงใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ไฝ•ๆญณใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใฏ......ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚? 32ๆญณใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€ŒใใฎๅนดใงใƒŠใƒณใƒ‘ใ‹ใ‚ˆใŸใ ใฎ่‰ฒใƒœใ‚ฑ่ฆช็ˆถใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใพใšใคใ‚Šๅˆใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฎนๅงฟใจใ‹ๅนด้ฝขใจใ‹ๅผใˆใŸไธŠใง่จ€ใ„ๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ใใ†ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅ…ธๅž‹็š„ใซ้ ญใฎไธญใ‚นใ‚ซใ‚นใ‚ซใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใจๅƒ•ใฏๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใฉใ‚ŒใปใฉๅฎŸๅŠ›ใซ่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅคงไบบใซใ ใ‘ใฏใชใ‚ŠใŸใใชใ„ใชใ......ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่จ€ใ„ๅฏ„ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใˆใŸใ“ใจ่‡ชไฝ“ใŒใ‚‚ใ†ๅฅ‡่ทกใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ๆˆๅŠŸใ™ใ‚‹ใจใงใ‚‚ๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใฎใ‹ใช? ใปใ‚“ใฎๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅผ•ใใชใ......ใ€ ่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ๆ”พ้กŒ่จ€ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆ้’็ญ‹ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒฌใใ†ใ€ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใถใกใ‚ฎใƒฌใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŸใกใฏใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฎๆง˜ๅญใจๆœชใ ใบใ‚‰ใบใ‚‰ใจ้ฅ’่ˆŒใซใ‚ณใ‚ฑใซใ—ใพใใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใจๅ†…ๅฟƒ็ฉใ‚„ใ‹ใงใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใคใพใ‚Šไฝ•ใŒ่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ใ‹ใจใ„ใ†ใจใ€ ใ€Œใพใ ๅƒ•ๅ–‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใๆ‚ชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใ‚„้•ใ‡ใ‚ˆ!!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’้ฎใฃใฆใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใŒๅคงๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฏๆŽดใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆ”พใ—ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใฃใŸใ€‚่ก€็ฎกใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใใ†ใช็จ‹้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠใซใ‚‚ๆฎดใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใใ†ใชใปใฉๅ›บใๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆกใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใŒๆ€’ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๆฐ—ใพใšใใ†ใซ้ ฌใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใงๆŽปใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅ†ทใ‚„ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆตใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ‚ใƒผ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‚ˆ......่‰ฏใ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ซใƒƒใ‚ณใ‚คใ‚คใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆๅƒ•ใฏใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใถใฃ!?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ่ธใฟใ“ใฟใ€ใใฎๅ›บใๆกใ‚Šใ—ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ”พใคใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใ€‚ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใฎๅทฎใงๆ ผไธŠใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ‚’ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่บฑใ›ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚้‹ญใๆ”พใŸใ‚ŒใŸๆ‹ณใฏใ€่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ก”้ขใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใ€ๆ‚ ใ€…ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ใถใฃใจใฐใ™ใ€‚ ๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใ‚ใฃใŸใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใ‚„ๆค…ๅญใ‚’ๅคงใใช้Ÿณใจๅ…ฑใซๅทปใ่พผใฟใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅฃใซใถใคใ‹ใฃใฆๆญขใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ่‚ๅฟƒใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใพใพใƒ”ใ‚ฏใƒชใจใ‚‚ๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ ใ‚™ใใ‚ใ‚!! ใชใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใฎ้‡Ž้ƒŽ!! ใƒใƒƒ......ใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใ„ใ€่ˆˆ้†’ใ‚ใ ใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฎดใฃใฆๅนพๅˆ†ๆฐ—ใŒๆ™ดใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ใ€่‹›ใ€…ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚้ ญใ‚’ใ‚ฌใ‚ทใ‚ฌใ‚ทใจๆŽปใ„ใฆ่‹ฅๅนฒๅ†ท้™ใ•ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใ€‚ใ ใŒใ‚‚ใ†ใƒŸใ‚ขใ‚’่ช˜ใ†ๆฐ—ใฏๅคฑใ›ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใฎใพใพใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ๅ†…ใซๅฎ‰ๅ ตใฎๆฏใŒๆผใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ปขใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใŒๅŽปใฃใŸใ“ใจใงใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ......ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅฅฝๆ„ŸๅบฆไธŠใŒใฃใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใƒ”ใ‚ฏใƒชใจใ‚‚ใ—ใฆ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸๆก”้ŸณใŒไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ๅ‚่ฆณใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่‡ช็„ถใจๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ้›†ใพใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚ใฎๅทจไนณๆ‰ใฟใ—ใ ใๆ”พ้กŒใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œๆœฌๅฝ“? ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆ‰ใพใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œๅคšๅˆ†!ใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ้ ผใ‚“ใงใฟใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“! ่ƒธๆ‰ใพใ›ใฆ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏๅนพๅˆ†้ ใใซใ„ใ‚‹ใƒŸใ‚ขใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ๅคงๅฃฐใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่ฆ–็ทšใŒ่กŒใใ€‚ ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็ตๆžœ็š„ใซใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใ‹ใ‚‰่งฃๆ”พใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใชใซใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎใŠ็คผใฏๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ„ใฃใฆ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ‰ใพใ›ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๆญฃ็›ดๅซŒใ ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่€ƒใˆใŒ้ ญใฎไธญใงใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œ!? ใˆใ€ใˆใƒผใจ......ใ ใ€้ง„็›ฎใงใ™......ใงใ€ใงใ‚‚......ไธ€ๅฟœใŠ็คผใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใใพใ™......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ้ง„็›ฎใ‹ใ......ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไพ้ ผ่กŒใ“ใฃใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใฎ่ƒธใชใ‚‰ๆ‰ใ‚“ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ‰ใฟใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใ†็จ‹ใŠใฃใฑใ„ใซ้ฃขใˆใฆใชใ„ใ€ ใจใฃใ•ใซ้ง„็›ฎใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฟƒๅบ•ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒ่ƒธใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆๆก”้Ÿณใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ็œŸ้ก”ใง่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ‰ใ‚“ใงๆบ€่ถณๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไพ‹ใˆๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็‰ฉๅ‡„ใๆฎ‹ๅฟตใชๅฅดใซๆˆใ‚Šไธ‹ใŒใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช้ขจใซใ€่‚ฉใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ†ๅบฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใฏใใฎๅพŒใ‚ๅงฟใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใ€ๅผ•ใใจใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅฃฐใŒๅ‡บใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ๅผ•ใใจใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใฎใ‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใงใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŒ......ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๅคงใใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใƒŸใ‚ขใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
For now, Kitsune that finished registering decided to find some jobs. there is still time for him, that's why for Kitsune right now, he just want to get some trivial jobs, something easy enough to do for him. to get some money enough to pay his rent today. There is only 1 procedure to accept a job, you just pick a suitable job posting on the wall and bring it to the receptionist. then the receptionists like Mia whom he met earlier will make the job acknowledgement procedure. the job then will be given completion time limit, and for jobs that are basically helping people or H rank jobs are basically jobs that can be finished within a couple of day, that's why these orders are given a 1 or 2 day time limit only. Kitsune and Finia stood in front of the jobs board. [so, what kind of job will we do for our first time?] <H Rank Job> Client : Miria Airin Payment : 1 Silver coin Job Detail : Finding missing pet Time limit : 2 day * [I can't read the language..] [Ah! i see!] [Finia can read this?] [I can! i understand Kitsune's language and this world language! i'm Finia the Language Master!] [Then, what kind of job is this?] Kitsune heard the details from Finia and felt it's not such a bad job. Looking for pets won't harm him and it only needs 2 day as well, so he thought it's good enough. and if he obtained the 1 silver coin reward, then he will obtain his registration money fee back. [Mia cha`n! i'll take this order!] [Why do you have to come to me? you should go over there, please go there!] [Please, do your job properly] [...sigh... ok... .... i'll draw the client location for you as well] [oh ok, ...yes, thank you] When Kitsune brought the job order to Mia, she shove him away with a sour face to other receptionist, but after Kitsune's word, she had no choice but to process his job. When Mia was handling Kitsune's job order and drawing the location of the client, Kitsune started idle chat with Mia "come think of it...". [by the way Mia chan, to be promoted from H to F, what must i do?] [for that....... to be promoted to F rank is relatively easy. in this Guild there is a [Guild Leader]. the Leader will periodically held trainings and you can be promoted to F rank if your Jitsuryoku is enough. OK here is your map] Kitsune listened to Mia and received the map while nodding Then he thought, if the recognition is during training, then without attending the training, he will forever be H rank. for Kitsune this is a good system for him. [Since everyone wants to get F ranked quickly, then for those confident with their Jitsuryoku, they will immediately register for the training. in the past, there is also those accepted into F rank just by having spirits of confrontation (T/N: it should mean that the guy basically bash into a 1 on 1 fight to get recognized).] [Kitsune-sama will also register for the training?] [Nope, i will not join... since i'm weak] Kitsune turns his back after hearing Mia's word. and while checking the map, he left through the Guild's door. * * * Mia Tigris, the receptionist looks at Kitsune figure leaving the guild while sighing. True to his heart judgement, Mia is a popular figure. with just a glance on her blond hair and white and smooth skin, and her charming attitude to the opposite sex, in essence, Mia has a nice personality, as a person she is also a nice character, there is no flaw basically. When Kitsune met Mia the first time, he obviously didn't realize that, Mia is a popular girl among the adventurers. there's many trying to date her. even in the past there's also many nobles proposing her, but she refused them all and it has since became a legend. and thus, male's opinion about her charm is not a strange thing anymore. that's why, His coming to her directly without caring about other receptionist made her thought that he is the same as other guys trying to get her. in opposite, the first word coming out from Kitsune was, [Big Oppai] He's the worst. Mia thought of the possibilities that Kitsune coming to her saying flattering words, making him the same with all other guys, but when she heard Kitsune's word she felt irritated and ask him to go home politely. but, her discussion with Kitsune afterwards made her felt that there is a difference in him, that he come with no concealed intention. True, that when Kitsune saw her breast and said the "sexual harassment" word by calling her big oppai, and she thought that he's a rude man, but she didn't felt any ill will from those words. it's like... Kitsune said those word because she is big breasted, and seems there is no other meaning behind those words. good or bad, for Kitsune, his spoken word contains no flattery, and not even a "like" feeling towards Mia. therefore, Mia felt a strange connection for Kitsune. If she remembers back, Kitsune is a true novice though. without saying that the magic beast and adventurer has ranking and it's a good thing, what if a rank A mazoku came attacking where adventurer don't know that magic beast has ranks. for Mia it's strange that Kitsune heard about it but didn't ask her about it. he don't seem to have any thoughts of facing rank A mazoku, since it's an opponent that wrecks havocs. [yo MIa, was that a new kid?] while thinking about Kitsune, suddenly an adventurer came to her. Putting his arm on the counter, and looking at her breast he started talking. she thought that this person is totally different from Kitsune, and started to serve him professionally as a receptionist. [oo... and again MIa drew in the attention of man huh.. huh... how lucky to be such a beautiful lady] [... not really ... it's not like that. then, is there anything i can help you with?] [hooo such coldness,,, what you can help me with?? it's not such an important help..., so hows today? can we get something to eat once your job is done?] [i apologize but i cannot... since there is some work to do after] this person is E ranked adventurer named Geo Grease. he is a trash with a sole passion for woman and sake, and of course, breast. he took many magic beast subjugation job in this guild, and are good at it though he always said his Jitsuryoku is not enough. He is often tyrannical and arrogant to people around him. Lately, he seems to chase Mia, he visits her everyday. [aaaa.... don't say it like that! it's alright.... just for a short while] [i must decline ... didn't i say so already?] [hehehe, don't think of this as something bad, ok?? ... just a short meal..] For Mia that always reply professionally, Geno is a person that is always persistent. While feeling annoyed, Mia organizes her documents. using a pen to write something, so that she doesn't have to look at Geno. But oblivious to Mia's obvious rejection, suddenly Geno stretched his rugged hand to reach her hand. with an even lower voice than before, Geno grab Mia's hand. it's the same as Kitsune earlier, but this time the difference is his using his power to hold her without any intention to let go. Mia unconsciously look at Geno because of it. when she raise her head, all she saw is Geno's vulgar smile. and even though she pulls her grabbed hand, there is a clear difference of strength between them. she can't let go at all. from his tone, no is not an answer. Mia lowers her vision while gritting her teeth listening Geno's word. to her, Geno will not let go of her hand unless she agrees to go with him. the other adventurer that saw this kept their silent since Geno is a rank E adventurer. the other receptionist is also looked afraid. they're not even trying to help. in this situation, Mia can only think to accept Geno's request. it's the best way for her. though whether Geno will follow his promise to just let go of her hand and let her go safely is highly doubtful, this is making Mia restless. Mia thought that if she somehow wriggles her hand she might break loose, but there's no distance covered at all. and then, [Mia chaaaann, i can't understand this map at all?!!] in front of her Kitsune who just left came back. aside from that there is a tense atmosphere building around Geno. he didn't seem to like this. when seen, Kitsune brought the paper with map that Mia just drew. on the paper it's not clear whether it's a map, or a child's doodle. The other adventurers and receptionist thought "ah .... again..." Mia is a very stupid person for drawing maps. all the new adventurer will be attracted by her looks, but will also return the maps she draws. and they know that Mia is really stupid when drawing something. to this Guild, it's a common thing. but the problem right now is not that. Geno that felt Kitsune are crossing the line by just barging in irritates him. He stares at the approaching Kitsune. [what...? whats with the atmosphere here... seems tense?] [Kitsune san, look at that! it's flirting! Mia is flirting! na] [what...? with that guy? with that kind of face?] some adventurers that heard Kitsune's word laughed very hard. if you look at it carefully, other adventurer is also shaking their shoulder holding it in. those caught laughing just lowered their heads. Mia's expression showed that she thought Kitsune's stupid and her eyes looks rolling around. [but even so, doesn't she look like she's in trouble na? then we should help her to increase our friendship points!] [huh? don't wanna... that guy seems very strong..? i'll lose with just 1 hit you know...] [But even if you lose it's ok right... the important thing is you helped her right?!] Kitsune seemed unenthusiastic with Finia's words, and of course Finia was heard by other surrounding adventurers. Even Mia heard that. For MIa it is same though, that Kitsune will end up with failure, and Kitsune can't read the atmosphere at all. Kitsune that felt all of this is a bother started to walk out and he locked eyes with her. Her face is saying to help her as much as possible, but he averted his eyes shamelessly. Aaaa..., Kitsune san! why did you do that!!! you were supposed to nod!!] [Seems i have a runny nose.... you got some paper?] [Not THATTTTT!!!] He really can't read the atmosphere. and since he really do have a runny nose he tried searching for tissue, but unconsciously used the paper on his hand which is Mia's drawn map. [Kitsunes san is the worst!! that map was drawn for you with effort became your tissue?? is that usual for you?] [Then as an apology, go and help Mia chan! come on!, shooo] [i think this and that is a different thing we're talking about] [If you helped Mia chan, then you can hold her breast as you like right?] [Yosh! ok.. that big oppai is mine] [Give him a hard slap na! grew the relationship please!] Seems Kitsune and Finia has decided to help Mia. But, Mia felt that their careless. Kitsune just a beginner that has just finished registering and only a H rank adventurer, it's impossible to fight Geno, a rank E adventurer with good Jitsuryoku. it's just plain impossible for him. Honestly, if possible she would like it to be finished by just Kitsune being toyed around by Geno, and only herself became the victim. Even though he said some sexual harassment to her, but Mia just can't forgive herself if somebody else is hurt only for helping her.. She is just a nice person. [Kit, Kitsune sama it's ok...... i'm fine really] [really? Finia chan... Mia said she's fine] [Hah? ..... then it's meaningless huh] [yup] MIa told that to Kitsune who's coming to help her. She felt disappointed by how easy he gave up. ----- WOULD YOU GET IT FOR ONCEE!!!!! the heart of the adventurers united for a moment. [Ah, sorry... can i ask the map for this job?] [eh... oh ok.... fine] Kitsune asked the next counter receptionist, and she started to draw it. Somehow the situation became complicated, the adventurer inside the guild is not even moving. seems this is on everyone's mind aside from Kitsune and Finia. -------....... whats with this condition.. Then after Kitsune received the map, he went to exit the guild... when suddenly Geno said loudly. [hahahahahaha! whats with this guy... ain't he's a coward! as an adventurer, won't you fight me? hahahahahaha!!!!] Words coming out of him was abuse to Kitsune. nobody else stopped that laugh and provocation. nope, none at all. [oioi, the coward... are you referring to me?] Everybody was surprised since Kitsune smiled and cut his word. Kitsune turns around and face him, with an eerie aura but by no means was weak looking. it's making Geno uncomfortable with Kitsune. [I'm looking for a runaway pet right now.... Senpai will help me as a senior adventurer ok] Even though his emitting an eerie aura, but the words coming out of him was out of expectation. it's a weak keywords. looking for pets, asking support. no matter what this kind of job doesn't need support. it puts Geno into confusion. [Then,,, oji-san... how old are you?] [ha?? 32 years old.. problem with that??] [with that age you're still flirting, aren't you just a hentai oji-san?] If you really are like that then maybe there's a hole in your head. honestly how big is your confidence? even if i have a huge jitsuryoku, i think, i don't want to be an adult like you... from the start, the thought that you can flirt with Mia is already a miracle right? what makes you think you have a chance?. even for just a little... if you think you can court her... you better cancel those thoughts...] Kitsune says things as he likes. you can see Geno's face getting redder by every words... he stand at the blue line. wanting to slash.... oh no... wanted to "strike". the adventurers around saw GEno's condition but Kitsune still looked talkative like he was mold covered buddha statue, very calm... not bubbling from his heart. [in other words.... what were you trying to say....] [still talking about me] [A--- sorry. didn't mean to!!] Geno screamed, cutting Kitsune's words. He let go of MIa's hand and walk towards him. His face are red, his artery seems to bulge on his face, well he seems to wanted to give Kitsune a "strike" (A/N this whole strike thing seems baseball reference... dunno never played baseball) Kitsune seems to have realized that Geno is losing it. Restlessly he touched his cheek with a cold sweat. [eh...ah... that... if you look at it closely... you're handsome you know... yes.... soo..] [---bugggggg!?] Geno walked towards Kitsune and launched a hard punch to him. of course with a different in experience, Kitsune that have almost zero experience can't dodge such hit. the punch landed squarely on his face and Kitsune was thrown back. at the same time with a scream, Kitsune's body was thrown to the table's and chairs behind him. he flew to the wall, and dropped there. [AAAAAAA!! what the hell with this shit! Cih.... enough.... i lost my appetite] Then, maybe because he punched Kitsune, his heart felt a bit better, though he's still upset but he looked calm again. But with that, seems he also lost the will to take Mia, and left the Guild just like that. Everyone in the guild felt relieved. the felt relieved since Kitsune was the victim, and Geno has left. [aaa Finia chan... with this, will my relationship with Mia really improve?] After that, Kitsune that earlier was down and couldn't even blink started to stand up and while looking for help he talked like that to Finia. of course everybody there looked at him. [it's ok!!! with this you can hold those big breast as much as you like right!!] [really? will Mia chan really allow me to do that?] [Maybe!] [Then why don't we try to ask then.... Mia chaa~nn~ please let me touch your oppai!] Kitsune talked loudly about touching her breast while walking towards her which is a distance away. while he did that, right now what's in face of him is Mia's cold stare. Mia chan thought of what to do with Kitsune's statement. even though she managed to be saved from Geno thanks to Kitsune, he still thought on how and what is needed to thank him. honestly, she doesn't want to allow Kitsune to touch her breast as thanks. lots of concern is stirring up her mind. [Mia chan??] [ee~to... actually you may not... bu..but... at the very least i would like to thank you] [cannot huh..... o well... Finia chan, do we beg?] [If it's just my breast, you can touch them!] [Sorry, i only want her breast.... touching yours is a bit too much] After hearing Mia's refusal, Kitsune puts a disappointed look while returning Mia's high heel. Finia got closer and stick her chest to Kitsune. seeing that, Kitsune look at Finia seriously. in other words he had no intention to touch hers and there is no satisfaction from it. even though he could do it, but then he would feel like he's a scum.(T/N well... you know... flat chested and fat oriented is an opposing religion i guess) after that, relaxing his shoulder, Kitsune and Finia left the guild again. Mia that saw Kitsune's back pulls him, but there's no sound coming out of her. as to why she's holding him... she herself doesn't understand... and also, her interest to Kitsune is getting bigger since the first time they met.
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ๅน•้–“ ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅ‡บไผšใ†ใพใงใจๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸๅพŒ ๆ™‚ใฏใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๅ‰ใซๅทปใๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใŒใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธใจ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ้ ƒใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ ไปŠใพใงใฎ่ฉฑใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใจใ„ใ†็”ทใฏใ€่‡ช่บซใฎๅœฐไฝใจๅ่ช‰ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธใจ่ฟ”ใ‚Šๅ’ฒใ็‚บใซใ€ใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใซ็›ฎใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใฏใ€ใ‘ใ—ใฆ่ฃ•็ฆใช่ฒดๆ—ใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€่ฒดๆ—ใจใ—ใฆๆœ€ไฝŽ้™ๅบฆใฎๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใจๅœฐไฝใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅฎถใ ใ€‚้ŽๅŽปใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ—ใฆๅคงๆˆใ—ใŸ่€…ใ‚’่ผฉๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎ่ก€็ญ‹ใจใ—ใฆใฏไธญใ€…ใซๅ„ช็ง€ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏใใฎ่ก€็ญ‹ใฎ่€…ใŒใปใจใ‚“ใฉ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ€ๅคงใใชๅฎถใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฎใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใฏ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹่€…ใŒๆธ›ใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๅœฐไฝใ‚‚ๅ่ช‰ใ‚‚่ฒดๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใฏไธ‹็ดšใ€‚ไธŠ็ดš่ฒดๆ—ใฎใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒ็›ฎใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏใ€ๅ…จใใชใ‹ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไธๅนธใชใ“ใจใซใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถใฏ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎ่ก€็ญ‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆฉ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใฎ้ง’ใจใ—ใฆ็›ฎใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นๅฎถโ€•โ€•โ€•ใคใพใ‚Šใฏใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใจใใฎๅจ˜ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒ็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸใ€ๅพŒใฎใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅง‹ใพใ‚Šใฏใ€ๅ”็ชใชๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่ฒดๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใฏ่ฃ•็ฆใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€็ˆถใจๆฏใ€ใใ—ใฆไธ€ไบบใฎๅจ˜ใฎๅ›ฒใ‚€้ฃŸไบ‹ใฎๅ ดใงใ€ๅนธใ›ใชไธ€ๆ™‚ใ‚’้Žใ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใฎใ“ใจใ€‚็ช็„ถใ€ใใฎๅ›ฃๆฌ’ใŒๅฃŠใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ่จชใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ฝใƒฌใซใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏใ€ๅๅฟœๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ„ใใชใ‚Šใ€ๅ”็ชใซใ€็ช็„ถใซใ€ๅฝผใฎๅฆปโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅๅ‰ใฏใ‚จใƒชใƒผใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใŒใ€้ฆ–ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคง้‡ใฎ่ก€ใ‚’ๅ™ดใๅ‡บใ—ใฆๅ€’ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’ใ™ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅ‚ทใจใ€ๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใ‚‹่ก€ๆถฒใซใ€ใใฎๅ ดใซๅฑ…ใŸ่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็„ก่ซ–ใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใ‚‚ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎ็กฌ็›ดใฎไธ€็žฌใฎไธญใงใ€ไฝฟ็”จไบบใŒๆฌกใ€…ใจๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚่จณใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ไฝ•่€…ใ‹ใŒใ€้ซ˜้€Ÿใงไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไผฏ็ˆตใฏใ€็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใฎๅ†…ใซๅจ˜ใ‚’ๆŠฑใๆŠฑใˆใฆ้€ƒใ’ใŸใ€‚ๅฆปใฎๆญปใ‚’็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฌใพใพใซใ€ไฝฟ็”จไบบใฎๆญปใ‚’็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฌใพใพใซใ€่ฆ–็•Œไธ€้ขใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซๆŸ“ใ‚ไธŠใ’ใŸ่ก€ใฎ่‰ฒใ‚’ๅˆปใฟ่พผใพใ‚ŒใŸๅฝผใฏใ€้€ƒใ’ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใŸใ ไธ€ๅฟƒใซใ€ๅจ˜ใ‚’่ญทใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†็ˆถ่ฆชใจใ—ใฆใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใŒใใ†ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ใใฎๆ‰‹ใฎไธญใฎๅจ˜ใŒ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใฆ้œ‡ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ‚‚ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‹ใšใซใ€ใŸใ ใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ใซ้€ƒใ’ใŸใ€‚้€ƒใ’็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒใƒƒใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใกใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ......ใ‚ญใƒ’ใƒƒ......ใ‚ญใƒ’ใƒ’ใƒ’ใƒฃใƒ’ใƒฃใƒ’ใƒฃใƒƒ! ใพใ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ฌใ‚ญใฏๆฎบใ™ใชใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ—......่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใฆ่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใฆ......่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆ‹ใ‚€ใฃใฆใฎใ‚‚ใ€ไธญใ€…้ข็™ฝใใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎ......ใ‚ญใƒ’ใƒฃใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒ!!ใ€ ่ƒŒๅพŒใซๅงฟใ‚’็พใ—ใŸๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใฎใ€ใใ‚“ใช็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใฏใ€ไผฏ็ˆตใฎ่€ณใซใฏๅฑŠใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€ๅฝผใซๆŠฑใใ‚ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ ใ‘ใŒใ€ใใฎๅงฟใ‚’ใฏใฃใใ‚Š่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใซๆ„่ญ˜ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ—‡ ใใ—ใฆใ€ไผฏ็ˆตใŒๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅฝผใฏๆฑšใ„่ทฏๅœฐ่ฃใงๆ„่ญ˜ใฎใชใ„ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅคฑใ†ๅ‰ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆๅฆปใจๅ…ฑใซ้Žใ”ใ—ใŸไฝฟ็”จไบบใŸใกใฎๆญปใ‚’็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆถ™ใŒๆบขใ‚Œใใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ่…•ใฎไธญใซใ€็ขบใ‹ใซๅจ˜ใฎๅ‘ฝใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆธฉใ‚‚ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅธŒๆœ›ใŒใ€ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผใฏๆถ™ใ‚’ใใฃใจๅ ชใˆใŸใ€‚ไปŠใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆ‚ฒใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๆš‡ใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚ใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠใ“ใ“ใงๅจ˜ใ‚’่ญทใ‚Œใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€็ˆถ่ฆชใงใ‚ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’่จฑใ›ใชใใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝผใฏใ€่ก€ใฎไป˜ใ„ใŸ่กฃๆœใ‚’่„ฑใŽๅŽปใ‚Šใ€่ฟ‘ใใฎ่กฃๆœๅฑ‹ใงๅฎ‰ใ„ๆœใ‚’่ฒทใฃใŸใ€‚่ฒดๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒใƒใƒฌใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใใ—ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎๅงฟใ‚’้š ใ™็‚บใซใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‘็›ฎ็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„่ณช็ด ใชๆœใ ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€่ฒดๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใฎ่‡ชๅฐŠๅฟƒใชใฉๆŒใกๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚่ณช็ด ใชๆœใ‚’็€ใŸ่‡ชๅˆ†ใจใ€ๅจ˜ใฎใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฎๅฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใฏใ€ๆ—ฉใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใšใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใŒ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹็Šถๆณใ‚’ๆŠŠๆกใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซใ€ๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ‚’่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚้‡Ž่›ฎใช่€…ใฎ้›†ใพใ‚‹ๅฑ…้…’ๅฑ‹ใ‚„ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ€่ก—ใฎไฝๆฐ‘ใธใฎ่ชฟๆŸปใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ๅ ดๅˆใฏใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธ้š ใ—ใฆๆƒ…ๅ ฑๅŽ้›†ใ‚’่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏ็ฌ‘้ก”ใฎๅคšใ„ๅญไพ›ใ ใฃใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏใ€็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจ้ป™ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซใ€ไบบใŒๆญปใฌๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒ่กๆ’ƒ็š„ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ 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ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ๆ™ฉๆ˜Žใ‘ใฆใ€ไธ€ๆ—ฅใฎๆฎ†ใฉใ‚’้€ƒไบกใซไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’ๆŠฑใๆŠฑใˆใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซ้€ƒใ’ใŸใ€‚ๆ•ใพใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆญปใฌใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅฆป้”ใฏ่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใ„ใฎไฝ™ๅœฐ็„กใๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€้€ƒไบกใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฎใฏใŸใฃใŸไธ€ๆ—ฅใ ใ‘ใ€‚็ฟŒๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใ€ไธ€ๆ™‚้–“ใ ใฃใฆ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅ›ฐ้›ฃใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่ตฐใฃใŸๅ…ˆใซใฏ้จŽๅฃซใŒใ„ใ‚‹็ŠถๆณใŒไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€้€ƒใ’ๅปถใณใŸไธ€ๆ—ฅใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใŒ็ตžใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไป–ใซๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใŒ้›†ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผใฏ้€ƒใ’ใŸใ€‚้€ƒใ’็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๅจ˜ใ ใ‘ใฏใ€ๅจ˜ใ ใ‘ใฏใจใ„ใ†ไธ€ๅฟƒใงใ€้€ƒใ’็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅฟƒ่‡“ใŒ็ ด่ฃ‚ใ—ใใ†ใชใปใฉ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ—ใ€่ถณใ ใฃใฆ่†ใŒๅค–ใ‚Œใใ†ใช็จ‹ใซ็—›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€่ตฐใฃใŸใ€‚่ตฐใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚่ฟฝๆ‰‹ใฎๆ•ฐใฏๅคšใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฟฝใ„ไป˜ใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚‚ใ†้€ƒใ’ๅ ดใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ“ใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใฎใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆก”้Ÿณใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ๆ™‚ใฏๆˆปใฃใฆใ€็พๅœจใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใŒ่ก—ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸๅพŒใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ ๅนธใ„ใซใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฎๅ€Ÿใ‚ŠใŸ้ฆฌ่ปŠใฏ็„กไบ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎ่ฅฒๆฅใฎๆ™‚ใ€่ก—ใฎไฝไบบ้”ใฏ็š†ๅฎถใซ็ฑ ใ‚Šใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใจ้จŽๅฃซ้”ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใฆ้€ƒใ’ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใจใใฎๅบ‡่ญทไธ‹ใฎไฝไบบใฏๅ…จๅ“กใใ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎๅ›ฝใ€‚ ใใ†ๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใงใฏใ€ๅผทใ„่€…ใฏไฟก้ ผใจๅ่ช‰ใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๅผฑ่€…ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅผฑใ„่€…ใฏๅผท่€…ใฎๅบ‡่ญทใ‚’ๅพ—ใฆใ€ๅผท่€…ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜่„…ๅจใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅผท่€…ใจๅผฑ่€…ใฏใ€ไฟก้ ผใจ็ต†ใง็น‹ใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€ๅผฑ่€…ใฎๆ–นใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅพ—ใ—ใฆ็„กใ„? ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ—ใ‹ๆŠฑใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†่จณใง้ฆฌ่ปŠใฏ็„กไบ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎใพใพ้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’้ฆฌๅฑ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใๅ–ใ‚Šใ€่ก—ใ‚’ๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๆญไน—่€…ใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ€ใใ—ใฆใƒ‹ใ‚ณ่ฆชๅญใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏใ€้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎๆ‰ฑใ„ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚‚ใ€้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’ๆ‰ฑใ†ๆŠ€่ก“ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚็„ก่ซ–ใ€ๅญไพ›ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚‚็„ก็†ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใฏ้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’ๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฏๅฟƒๅบ•่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใจๆ€ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ๅฑใ†ใ้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆๆญฉใใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ้ฆฌ่ปŠใชใฎใซใชใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ไปŠใฎใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ข็™ฝใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸๆ‰€ใ€ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใซใ€Ž้จŽไน—ใ€ใ‚„ใ€Žๅพก่ปŠใ€ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒ็„กใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใจใใฎไบบใฎๆŠ€่ก“ใฏๅˆฅ็‰ฉใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’็ฟ’ๅพ—ใ™ใ‚‹ๆกไปถใจใ„ใ†ใฎใŒ็‰นๅˆฅใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใพใ้–ขไฟ‚ใฎใชใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ไปŠใฏใ€็”Ÿใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚......ใพใ•ใ‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใจใฏใญใ‡......ๅไธญๅ…ซไนใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎไป•ๆฅญใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ......ใ‚ใฎๅฆ™ใซ็”ฒ้ซ˜ใ„็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ไบบ? ็งใ€ŽไผšใฃใŸใ€ใ‚ˆโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใƒผใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ€Ž้ญใฃใŸใ€ใ‚“ใ ......ๅพกๆ„ๅ‚ทใ•ใพใ ใญใ‡......ใ€ ใ€Œ็”Ÿใใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ใฎใพใพใชใ‚‰ๅคšๅˆ†ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชโ™ช ไธๅ‘ณใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃŸในใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉโ™กใ€ ใ„ใ‚„ใฉใฃใกใซใ—ใŸใฃใฆ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใใฏ็„กใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‹ใ‚‰่‹ฅๅนฒ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚็›ดใใซ่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏ่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใซไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅพก่€…ๅฐใซไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตไปฅๅค–ใฏ่ท็‰ฉใ‚’็ฉใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅˆ†ใซไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใ–ๅบƒใ„่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้šฃใซใดใฃใŸใ‚Šใจๅผ•ใฃไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ้šฃใซใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒใดใฃใŸใ‚Šๅผ•ใฃไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฆ™ใชๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏไปฒ้–“ๅค–ใ‚Œใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่ท้›ขใฎ้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰€ใง่‡ช่บซใฎๅ‰ฃใฎๆ‰‹ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆˆ‘้–ขใ›ใš็Šถๆ…‹ใ ใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ๅ…ƒไผฏ็ˆตใ‹ใ‚‰ไบ‹ใฎ้ก›ๆœซใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฆปใŒๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚„ใ€ๅฎถใŒๅทฎใ—ๆŠผใ•ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใŸไบ‹ใฎ่ฌ็ฝชใ‚‚ๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่จฑใ™ใจใ€ๅ…จใฆใฎๅ•้กŒใŒ่งฃๆฑบใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใใฎๅ ดใงใฝใ‚ใฝใ‚ใจๆณฃใๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅฆปใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใฎๆ‚ฒใ—ใฟใŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๆถ™ใŒๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎ้š›ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ€ใ‚ใšๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€ใ€ŽใพใŸใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€ๆณฃใๅฅดๅคšใ™ใŽใ ใ‚ใ€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“้”ใฎ้บไฝ“ใฏๅฏ†ใ‹ใซๅ›žๅŽใ—ใฆใใ†......ไบˆๆƒณใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฃใฆ่ชฐ? ๅฅณ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅฅณใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚้’้ซชใง็พŽไบบใ ใฃใŸใชใใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใจใ€ๅๅฟœใ—ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๅธŒ่–„ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚่ตคใ„็žณใŒ็ดฐใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒ‹ใ‚ณใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็™–ใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ไธๆฉŸๅซŒใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใฆ้ ฌใ‚’่†จใ‚‰ใพใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅซ‰ๅฆฌใ ใชใ€ใจๆก”้ŸณใฏๅฏŸใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๆ‹ๆ„›็š„ใชๅฅฝๆ„ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€็›ดใใซๅฏŸใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅซ‰ๅฆฌใฏๅซ‰ๅฆฌใงใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅซ‰ๅฆฌใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ†—่ซ‡ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎๅฎŸๅ†ทใ‚„ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒๅฏๆ„›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใใ‚‚ใชใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ช ใใ†? ็งใฎๆ–นใŒๅฅฝใ? ๅฅฝใใ ใ‚ˆใญโ™ช ใ ใฃใฆ็งใฏ่ฒดๆ–นใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“โ™กใ€ ใ€Œ............ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ€‚็›ด่จณใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๆ–นใŒๅฏๆ„›ใ‹ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ€Žใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒๅฏๆ„›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ—ใ‹่žใ“ใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใ‚ใฃใจๆฉŸๅซŒใŒ่‰ฏใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€็„ก่กจๆƒ…ใง้ ทใใ—ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผใ‚ใ€ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใฏ้ฆฌ่ปŠ็”Ÿๆดปใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็ชฎๅฑˆใ ใชใ......ใพใ็˜ดๆฐ—ใงใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ไฝœใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ„ๅพ…ใฆใใคใญใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ‹? ็งใ‚‚ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใ‚‚็ตๆง‹่จ€ใ†ๆ™‚ใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏๆ–ฐใŸใช่ก—ใธใจใ€้€ฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใใ€‚
Intermission - Before and after the encounter with Kitsune Time rewinded a bit. It was around the time when Kitsune and co. had yet arrived at Grandile Kingdom. As told in the story so far, the man called Duke Orba targeted the Arcs house to regain his status and honor, and return to Grandile Kingdom. The Arcs house was not a wealthy noble house, it was a house that had the minimum standard of living and status among nobles. In the past, they had produced brilliant magicians one after another, and as a lineage of magicians, they were considerably excellent. It was originally a great house, where most of the family members were capable of using magic. However, the current Arcs house had only a few people who could use magic, and their status and prestige as noble were low. Normally, a high class noble such as Duke Orba wouldn't even notice a house such as them. But, unfortunately, the Arcs family was targeted by Duke Orba to be used as a pawn exactly because of its magician bloodline. And it was only after the Duke took action that the Arcs house, in this case, former Count Higurd and his daughter Nico, were aware of it. Everything began so suddenly. Even though they weren't particularly affluent as a noble, father, mother and a daughter who sat between them, they were having a happy family dinner time in their dining room. It happened during such a happy moment. Suddenly, that happy moment was shattered. It was so fast that the former Count Higurd and Nico were unable to react to it. Suddenly, abruptly, unexpectedly, and out of the blue, his wife - whose name was Ellie Arcs - collapsed, spurting out a lot of blood from her neck. While a large amount of blood was gushing out her neck which seemed to have been slit open, no one in the room was capable of moving. Of course, the former Count Higurd could not move either. And in the short of moment while they were stunned, the servants died one after another. Something incomprehensible was swiftly killing them. The Count unconsciously fled, holding his daughter in his arms. Without understanding the death of his wife, without understanding the death of his servants, he ran away, with the color of blood carved into his vision, which was dyed bright red. The fatherly instinct to protect his daughter was the only thing that made him do so. He didn't even notice that the daughter in his hands was trembling with eyes wide open, he simply ran away. He kept on running. "... Tch, they got away, huh... kihi... kihihihiyahiyahiya! Well, whatever, I was told not to kill the kid, anyway... hunt I hunt... enjoying their expression as I hunt them down, that doesn't sound half bad... Khihiyahahahahaha!" Such a laugh of the murderer, who appeared behind him, did not reach the ears of the Count. He was solely focused on Nico who was in his arms. His consciousness lasted only until that moment. * And when the Count came to his senses, he found himself lying in a dirty alleyway, holding the unconscious Nico in his arms. He recalled what happened before he lost consciousness and understood for the first time of the deaths of his wife and his servants. Tears welled up in his eyes. However, in his arms, his daughter was definitely still alive. There was still warmth. There was still hope. Therefore, he tightly held his tears back. Currently, there was no time for him to grieve. If he couldn't even protect his daughter, he would never be able to forgive himself as her father, or so he thought. Then he took off his bloody clothes and bought some cheap clothes at a nearby clothing store. They were simple clothes that were as inconspicuous as they got so as not to be exposed that they were noble and to conceal themselves. He didn't have the pride of a noble to begin with. Simple clothes for him and for Nico to wear, as long as they got those, it was more than enough. And from there, his action was swift. First, he gathered information to get an understanding of the situation they were in. He headed to the taverns where the thugs gathered, to the adventurer's guild, asking the residents of the town, and if he were going to a place where he couldn't take Nico with him, he'd hide her somewhere. Nico was originally a child who smiled a lot, but she'd been quiet ever since she woke up. She said nothing, as though she had forgotten how to speak. That was just how devastated she was seeing the sight of people dying. "Dad will definitely... protect you...! Absolutely...!" "....." Still, when she was hugged by former Count Higurd, she still reacted by hugging back, so most likely she hadn't completely lost herself. And then, after two days of information gathering. Finally, he arrived at Duke Orba. He had no idea what his intention was, but he knew that it was the Duke of Orba who was behind that attack. At the same time, the fact that he was gathering information was also known by Duke Orba. The reason was that the knights who were patrolling the city were trying to capture them. Even though they had disguised themselves and also hid their faces, they were still precisely tracked by them. Their features were completely exposed. From then on, they spent most of the night on the run. He held Nico in his arms and desperately ran away. He knew if they were caught, they were going to die. It was because his wives and his servants were killed without discussion whatsoever. However, they were able to escape for only one day. The next day, it was difficult to escape, even for an hour. There were many situations where they met the knights whenever and wherever they ran. Most likely it was because they were able to limit his range of action after a day of running away. Not to mention the patrolling knights had increased in number. However, he ran. He kept running. He kept on running with a single-minded determination to save his daughter. His heart was beating so hard as though it was about to explode, and his feet hurt so much as though his knees were about to come off. However, he ran. He kept on running. However, the number of pursuers were too numerous. They were catching up to them, and there was nowhere to run anymore. At such a moment, the one they met was--- Kitsune. * * * The time had returned back to the present. It was after Kitsune and the other had left the town. Fortunately, the carriage Kitsune and other rented was safe. It seemed that when the Goblin King attacked, all the townsfolk holed up in their homes, trusting the adventurers and the knights and not running away. More accurately, everyone in Grandile Kingdom and any region under them was all like that. --Kingdom of survival of fitness. As a country with such a nickname, the strong obtained trust and prestige, as the protected the weak. The weak received protection from the strong, they trusted the strong and didn't run away under any threats. The strong and the weak were connected to each other by trust and bonds. As far as Kitsune was concerned, he thought that this system benefited the weak more. With such a thought in his mind, he got that the carriage was safe. Right after, they fetched the carriage out of the barn, and set out of town. The passengers were Kitsune, Rishe, Leila Nico and Higurd. Kitsune and co. recalled that they didn't know the way to handle a carriage. Kitsune, Rishe, and Leila didn't have the skills to handle the carriage. Of course, being a child, Nico couldn't either. However, it seemed that former Count Higurd knew how to handle a carriage, and when they found out about it, they were heartily relieved. "Thank goodness, thank goodness, I thought I was about to walk and pull the carriage there." "Even though it's a carriage, right?" "Ha-ha, now that was kinda funny." When Kitsune appraised him, he'd confirmed that former Count Higurd's possessed neither 'Horse ride' nor 'Ride' skill, so he thought that perhaps skills didn't necessarily reflect all of one's ability. Or maybe there was some sort of special condition to acquire the skill. However, right now he couldn't care less about such a thing. Currently, as long as he had the strength to live, that's all that matters. "But still.... I didn't expect that Nico-chan's mother was killed. It's most likely the work of Reis." "Oh.... that guy with the strange high-pitched laugh? I 'met' him, you know." "Wow, so he 'met' you, Leila... I'm kinda sorry to hear that." "I don't know if he's alive or dead, but if he stayed as he was, he's probably died... I didn't eat him because he tasted so disgusting, though." Most likely not a single person wanted to be eaten, Kitsune thought as he took some distance from Leila. He swiftly shut his mouth. Kitsune and the others rode on the carriage, so the luggage was loaded at every space other than the coachman seat where former Count Higurd was seated at. Nevertheless, inside the spacious carriage, Leila deliberately seated herself tightly next to Kitsune. And then, next to Leila, Niko was seated there close to her. It was quite a strange sight. It wasn't as though Rishe was left alone or anything, she was just taking a bit distant away from them to maintain her sword. Without minding about the others. Incidentally, Kitsune had asked the details about the accident to former Count Higurd. He told Kitsune about the fact that his wife was killed, how his house that had fallen, and also his apology for forcing Nico at him. When Kitsune laughed and forgave him next after, he began to weep on the spot, perhaps because all the problems had been resolved, or perhaps because he was relieved. Apparently, the sadness of his wife's death had finally caught up to him, and he couldn't stop crying. When that happened, Kitsune involuntarily murmured "Again? There are too many crying people lately." "...But well, since it's Claire-chan we're talking about, so most likely she'd secretly retrieved Nico-chan's mothers' remains.... just a guess, though." "Kitsune-kun, who is Claire? A woman?" "Yes, she is. A blue haired beauty." When Kitsune brought up the matter about Claire, it was hard to detect any emotion from Leila's expression as she responded. Her red eyes narrowed slightly. Even though she was someone who always carefreely smiled and laughed, she seemed to be in a bad mood, as she creased her eyebrows and puffed out her cheeks. It's jealousy, or so Kitsune guessed. He was well aware about Leila's feeling for him, so he could immediately guess it. However, it might be just a jealousy, but Leila's jealousy was nothing to take lightly. Kitsune showed a faint smile, but inside he was drenched in cold sweats. "Umm, indeed I can't help but doubt that you are cuter, Leila-chan." "Ufufu is that so? You like me better? Of course you do , I mean I love you, after all." ".... Yeah, that's right." Thus, Kitsune deceived her. To put it simply, he implied that Claire was prettier than Leila, however, as Leila only recorded the "you are cuter, Leila-chan" part, her mood swiftly improved. Kitsune simply expressionlessly nodded at Leila's further question. "Ah, we may be on the road for a while, so perhaps the carriage is too narrow for all of us... Well, I can create a bed from miasma, so I'm fine either way, though." "Hey, wait a minute, Kitsune, you can do something like that? I'd like to request a bed too, then." "You are also one to say what you want to say, huh." Just like that, Kitsune and the others were heading to a new town.
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ใซไป˜ใๆทปใ„็—…้™ขใธใจ้‹ใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ•‘ๆ€ฅ่ปŠใงใฎๅฟœๆ€ฅๅ‡ฆ็ฝฎใ‚’ๆ–ฝใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซใ‚‚ๆญปใซใใ†ใช็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ€ๆฒป็™‚ใ‚’่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ•‘ๆ€ฅ้šŠๅ“กใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚‚่Šณใ—ใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่‡ดๅ‘ฝ็š„ใช็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไธกๆ‰‹ใงๆกใ‚Š็ท ใ‚ใ€ๅฟ…ๆญปใซๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‘ฝใŒๅŠฉใ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็ฅˆใ‚‰ใšใซใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•ฐๅˆ†ๅพŒใ€ไธ€ใคใฎ็—…้™ขใธๅˆฐ็€ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ็—…้™ขใฏๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ๆ‚ฃ่€…ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅ—ใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Ž้‹ๆ‚ชใใ€้‡ๅ‚ทๆ‚ฃ่€…ใŒๅคšใใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“ใฎๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅŒป่€…ใŒไธ่ถณใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅˆฅใฎ็—…้™ขใธใจ้‹ใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฏ็„ฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใพใพใงใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใจใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ€Žไธ้‹ใ€ใฏ็ถšใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆฌกใฎ็—…้™ขใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๆฌกใฎ็—…้™ขใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ไป˜ใ‘ใšใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็€•ๆญปใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใฎใพใพใŸใ‚‰ใ„ๅ›žใ—ใซใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ››ใค็›ฎใฎ็—…้™ขใงใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅผ•ใๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅณๅˆปๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใธใจ้€ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๆ‰‹่ก“ใธใจ็งป่กŒใ—ใŸโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€ๆ€ฅใซๅœ้›ปใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ€‚็—…้™ขใฎ้›ปๆฐ—ๆฉŸๅ™จใŒใƒ€ใ‚ฆใƒณใ—ใ€็…งๆ˜Žใ‚„ๆฉŸๆใŒไฝฟใˆใชใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅณๅบงใซไบˆๅ‚™้›ปๆบใซๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆ›ฟใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๆฉŸๆใฎๆ–นใฏไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใŒใ€็…งๆ˜Žใฏไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆš—ใ„ๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใงใฎๅŸทๅˆ€ใ€ๆˆๅŠŸ็ขบ็Ž‡ใฏ0ใซ็ญ‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆ‰‹่ก“ใฏ้€”ไธญใงๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฟƒ่‡“ใŒๅœๆญขใ—ใ€ๆญปใŒ็ขบ่ชใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใงไธญๆ–ญใ€‚ๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใใชใฃใŸๆก”้ŸณใŒใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฎๅ‰ใซ็พใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใจใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆ‰‹่ก“ๅฎคใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚้’็™ฝใ„้ก”ใ€ใƒ”ใ‚ฏใƒชใจใ‚‚ๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„่บซไฝ“ใ€่งฆใ‚Œใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐๆใ‚ใ—ใใชใ‚‹ใปใฉโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ†ทใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฌ้€ไธญใซใฉใ‚“ใฉใ‚“ๅคฑใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€ใ‘ใฉๅพฎใ‹ใซๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸไฝ“ๆธฉใŒๅ…จใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใฃใŸ ใใฎไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎไฝ™่ฃ•ใŒ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ‘†ๆฐ—ใชใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่ƒธใซใฝใฃใ‹ใ‚Š็ฉดใŒ็ฉบใ„ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€ๅ‘†็„ถใจใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ้™ฅใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€็งๅ…ฑใฎๅŠ›ใงใฏ......ๅฝผใ‚’ใ€ๆ•‘ใˆใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€ ใŠๅŒป่€…ใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚‚่€ณใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚็งใฏใŸใ ใŸใ ใผใƒผใฃใจใ€ๅ†ทใŸใใชใฃใŸใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅฎ‰ใ‚‰ใ‹ใชๆญปใซ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ตฐ้ฆฌ็ฏใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใจ้Žใ”ใ—ใŸ็Ÿญใ„ไธ‰ใƒตๆœˆ้–“ใฎๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใŒ่„ณ่ฃใ‚’้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็Ÿญใ„้–“ใฎใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็Ÿญใ„ไป˜ใๅˆใ„ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎไธ€ใคไธ€ใคใŒ็งใฎไธญใง่ผใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่‰ฒ่คชใ›ใชใ„ใ€ๅ‡„ใๅคงๅˆ‡ใชๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บ......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใจใฎใ€ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ......ใฉใ†ใžใ€ ใ€Œ!ใ€ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใƒใƒณใ‚ซใƒใŒๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจๆฐ—ใฎๆฏ’ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใง็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใŠๅŒป่€…ใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ„ใฆใ€ใใ—ใฆใใฎ็žณใซ็งใŒๆ˜ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€็งใŒใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚Œ?ใ€ ้ก”ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆทปใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ใฉใ‚“ใฉใ‚“ๆบขใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆถ™ใŒ็งใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆฟกใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ๅ†…ใซๆณฃใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ใŠๅŒป่€…ใ•ใ‚“ใฎใƒใƒณใ‚ซใƒใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใฃใฆใ€ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆ‹ญใใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ…จ็„ถๆญขใพใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œ? 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ใ†ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚ใฃ!ใ€ ใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่ƒธใฎไธญใงใ€ใใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใซใชใฃใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๅใๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ๆ–‡่„ˆใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‰ๅพŒใฎ็น‹ใŒใ‚Šใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ๆ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏใใฎใพใพๅใใ ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆƒ…็ท’ไธๅฎ‰ๅฎšใชใพใพใ€ๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใใ€ๆตใ—็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใŠใ‚Š......ใ€ ใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ€็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅผทใๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใŸใ€‚้ก”ใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚้œ‡ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ๆณฃใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒ......็งใ‚’ๆ•‘ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸ......! ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใฆใ€็งใฎ็‚บใซๆˆฆใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸ......! ใงใ‚‚ใฃ! ็งใฃ......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ†ใชใ‚‰ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใชใ‚“ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใใชใ‹ใฃใŸ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ—ใŠใ‚Š!!ใ€ ใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่…•ใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅŠ›ๅผทใ„่…•ใŒ็งใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ›ใŸใ€‚ๆ€ฅใชใ“ใจใซใ€้ฉšใใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใ„้ก”ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ€็œŸๅ‰ฃใช่กจๆƒ…ใง็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใŠใ‚Š......ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฏ่จ€ใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„! ๅฝผใฏใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฎ็‚บใซๆˆฆใฃใŸ......! ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆˆฆใ„ใงๅฝผใฏใŠๅ‰ใ‚’ๆ•‘ใฃใŸ! ใใฎๅฝผใฎๆƒณใ„ใ‚’ใ€ๅ‹‡ๆฐ—ใ‚’ใ€ๆ•‘ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใŠๅ‰ใŒๅฆๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„!!ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€ๅฝผใฎๅˆ†ใพใง็”Ÿใใฆ! ๅนธใ›ใซใชใ‚Œ! ใใ‚ŒใŒใŠๅ‰ใฎ็‚บใซๆˆฆใฃใŸ......ๅฝผใฎๆœ€ๅพŒใฎ้ก˜ใ„ใ ใ€ ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใ€็งใซๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช่กๆ’ƒใ‚’ไธŽใˆใŸใ€‚ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๆ‰‹ใ‚’......ๆกใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“.........ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“......! ็งใฏใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆ......ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใงใ€ๅŠฉใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ......! ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†......ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใฃ......!ใ€ ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ดกใŽใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏ่ƒธใฎไธญใซ็ฉบใ„ใŸ็ฉดใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅŸ‹ใพใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒ็งใฎ็ฌฌไธ€ๆญฉ ใ€Œ......! ......ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ ใ‚ใ€ใใฃใ‹โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œ้ฆฌ้นฟใ ใชใ็ง......ๅคฑใใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ไป˜ใใชใ‚“ใฆ......ใ€ ่ฟ‘ใใซๅฑ…้ŽใŽใŸใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใจ้Žใ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซใ€ใใฃใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎ้šฃใŒๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐ่‰ฏใใชใฃใฆใ€ใšใฃใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใ‚ˆใชใ‚‰ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ......!ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ โ—‡ ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏ้œŠๅฎ‰ๅฎคใซ้‹ใฐใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚้บๆ—ใจใฎ้€ฃ็ตกใ‚„ใ€ๅพŒใ€…ใฎๆง˜ใ€…ใชๆ‰‹็ถšใใฎ็‚บใซ็ง้”็ฏ ๅดŽๅฎถใฎๅฎถๆ—ใฏ็—…้™ขใซๆฎ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใจใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใฏใ€็งใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉ......ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€ใ„ใคใพใงใ‚‚ๆณฃใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซ็ฌ‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใจใŠๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใŒใŠๅŒป่€…ใ•ใ‚“ใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€็งใฏๅพ…ๅˆๅฎคใฎใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚กใซ่บซใ‚’ไปปใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅค–ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆš—ใ„ใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ†ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆ™‚้–“ใŒ็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ.........ใ€ ไธ€ไบบใ€ๅคฉไบ•ใ‚’็œบใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ๅคงๆณฃใใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€็ตๆง‹ใ™ใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ใพใ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆญปใ‚’ๅ…จ้ƒจๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ—ฅๅธธ็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’้€ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใซใฏไฝ™่ฃ•ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ›ใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ่‰ฏใ่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐใ€ไธ€็ท’ใซ็™ปไธ‹ๆ กใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใ‚„ใŠๆ˜ผใ”้ฃฏใ‚’ไธ€็ท’ใซ้ฃŸในใ‚‹ไบบใ‚„ไธ€็ท’ใซ้Šใถไบบใฏใ€็š†ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใงใ€ไป–ใฎ็š†ใจใฏ็ตๆง‹็–Ž้ ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰......ๆฐ—ใพใšใ„ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใธใธ......ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใชใ‚‰ใใฃใจใ“ใ†่จ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญ......ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฅใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚‰ใ€่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใœ? ็ตๅฑ€่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๆ‚ชๅฃใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚‚ใฎใฏ่€ƒใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ€ๅญฆๆ กใซ่กŒใฃใŸใ‚‰่ชฐใ‹ใซ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚็”ทใฎๅญใฏ......ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆญขใ‚ใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใฃใŸๅพŒใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใตใตใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅ‡„ใ„ใชใ......ใ€ ๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€็งใฎไธญใฎใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒ็งใ‚’ๅŠฑใพใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ€็งใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซในใฃใŸใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใชใใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅฏ็ฌ‘ใ—ใ„ใ‚„ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใฐใŸใฐใŸใจๆ…ŒใฆใŸๆง˜ๅญใงใƒŠใƒผใ‚นใฎใŠๅง‰ใ•ใ‚“ใŒใŠๅŒป่€…ใ•ใ‚“ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ้ง†ใ‘ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใ€Œใ›ใ€ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ! ่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณๅ›ใŒ!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณๅ›ใฎ้บไฝ“ใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆถˆใˆใพใ—ใŸ!ใ€ ใˆ? ใ€Œไฝ•!? ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ......!?ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“......ๅฐ‘ใ—็›ฎใ‚’้›ขใ—ใŸๅ†…ใซใ€้บไฝ“ใŒๆถˆใˆใŸใ‚“ใงใ™!ใ€ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ€ๆถˆใˆใŸ? ใ€Œใฃ......ๆŽขใ›ใ€้บไฝ“ใŒๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅ‹•ใๅ‡บใ™็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€ๆŽขใ›!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใฏใ„!ใ€ ใƒŠใƒผใ‚นใฎใŠๅง‰ใ•ใ‚“ใจใŠๅŒป่€…ใ•ใ‚“ใŒ้™บใ—ใ„่กจๆƒ…ใง้ง†ใ‘ใฆใ„ใใ€‚็งใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ‘†็„ถใจ่ฆ‹้€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๆ™‚็งใฎๅฟƒใฎไธญใงใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ๅฅ‡ๅฆ™ใชไบˆๆ„ŸใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹ใ€็ง้”ใฎ็†่งฃใฎ็ฏ„็–‡ใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใŸไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆถˆใˆใŸใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใใฃใจไฝ•ใ‹ใฎๅง‹ใพใ‚Šใชใฎใ ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“......ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใธ่กŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฎ......?ใ€ ็งใฏ่ชฐใซใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใชใ„ๆง˜ใช้Ÿณ้‡ใงใ€ๅฐใ•ใๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผใŒ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใธใจๆธกใ‚Šใ€็ฌฌไบŒใฎไบบ็”Ÿใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ๅง‹ใพใ‚Šใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒใƒใƒใƒ! ใ„ใ„ใญใ‡ใ€่‰ฏใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใซ็ด”็ฒ‹ใชๆ„›ใฎๅฝขใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไบบ้–“ใฏ้ข็™ฝใ„!ใ€ ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใ„ๅฃใ€ๅบŠใ€ๅคฉไบ•ใ€็ช“ใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใŸใ ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใ„้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใงใ€ใจใ‚ใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใŒๆฅฝใ—ใ’ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไบบ้–“ใ€ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใฎๅฝขใ‚’ใจใฃใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใไบบ้–“ใงใฏ็„กใ„ๅธธ่ญ˜ๅค–ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใŒใ€็™ฝใ„้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใงไธ€ไบบ็ˆ†็ฌ‘ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘้ข็™ฝใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใซ็”ŸใใฆใใŸๅฝผใ‚’็ฐกๅ˜ใซๆญปใชใ™ใฎใฏๅ‹ฟไฝ“ใชใ„ใญใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ไปŠใฎ็งใฏใƒใƒƒใƒ”ใƒผใ‚จใƒณใƒ‰ใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใพใ3็ง’ๅพŒไฝใซใฏใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚จใƒณใƒ‰ใŒๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉโ€•โ€•โ€•ใชใ‚ใ‘ใงใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใญ......ใใคใญใกใ‚ƒใ‚“?ใ€ ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏๅฅณใ€‚็™–ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้’้ป’ใ„้ป’้ซชใ‚’่‚ฉ็”ฒ้ชจใฎใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใพใงไผธใฐใ—ใ€ๆ‚ชๆˆฏๅฅฝใใชๅฐ่ฑกใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ‚‹่’ผใ„็žณใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹้ ใใฎไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็™ฝใ็ดฐใ„ๅฅณๆ€งใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๆŒ‡ใŒใตใ„ใฃใจ็ฉบใ‚’ๆจชๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎๆŒ‡ใฎๅ…ˆใงไฝ•ใ‹ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฆใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใงใฏ็„กใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้‹ๅ‘ฝใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆญปใฏ็”Ÿใธใจๅ่ปขใ— ใ€Œใ•ใใ€ๅ›ใฏใใฎไธ–็•Œใงไฝ•ใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒ.........ใใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใฏใ‚†ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‰ใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซๅฃ็ซฏใ‚’ๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ“ใธใ€ใใฎๅญ˜ๅœจไปฅๅค–ใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใŒๅงฟใ‚’็พใ—ใŸใ€‚็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒชใƒƒใจใ—ใŸ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’็บใฃใŸใ€14ๆญณ็จ‹ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€‚่†่ฃใพใงไผธใณใŸ่‰ถใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ป’้ซชใฏใ€ใ‚ตใƒฉใ‚ตใƒฉใจๆบใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใƒผใŠใƒผ......ใˆใƒผใจ้“ๅญใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ไน…ใ—ใถใ‚Šใ ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชๅๅ‰ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใƒผใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใฃใฆๅ’ฒๅญใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅ’ฒๅญใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใƒผใงใ™ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๅญใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใƒผใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚ซใ‚ฟใ‚ซใƒŠใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ„ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใจๅŒใ˜ใไบบใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ„ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆง˜ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใฎไฝฟใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹้ƒจไธ‹ใฎๆง˜ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใญใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ไบ‹ๆ…‹ใซใชใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใ€Ž็ง˜ๆ›ธใŒใ‚„ใฃใŸใ“ใจใงใ™ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆ่ฒฌไปป่ปขๅซใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ซ‹ใกไฝ็ฝฎใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใ€‚ ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ใ—ใŸใงใ™ใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ไบบ้–“ไธ€ไบบ็”Ÿใ่ฟ”ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆๅˆฅไธ–็•Œใซ้€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใงใ™ใ‹? ไปฅๅ‰ใ‚‚ไบบไธ€ไบบใฎไบบ็”Ÿใ‚’ๅผ„ใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ่ชฐใŒ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€็งไธ€็•ชๅผทใ„ใ—ๅ‰ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใœ?ใ€ ๅฅณๆ€งใŒ่ˆŒ่ˆใ‚ใšใ‚Šใ—ใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆไธ€ๆญฉใ€ๅพŒใšใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๅพŒใšใ•ใฃใŸๅ…ˆใซๅฅณๆ€งใฏใ„ใคใฎใพใซใ‹็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎๅฐใ•ใชไธก่‚ฉใ‚’ใ‚ฌใ‚ทใƒƒใจๆŽดใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฅณๆ€งใฎ็žณใซใฏ็ˆ›ใ€…ใจๆ€ชใ—ใ„ๅ…‰ใŒๅฎฟใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ็žณใฏใ€ใพใ‚‹ใง็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸ็ฃใฎ็œผใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅนธๅญใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่จฑใ—ใ‚’้ ‚ใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ใ€Œๅนธๅญใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใƒผใงใ™.........ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใซใ‚’......ใฒใ‚ƒใฃ!?ใ€ ๅฅณๆ€งใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎ่€ณใ‚’ใƒšใƒญใฃใจ่ˆใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏใใฎ่€ณใซ้€™ใ„ใšใ‚‹่ˆŒใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซใƒ“ใ‚ฏใƒƒใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ทณใญใŸใ€‚้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใ€่€ณใ‚’ๆŠ‘ใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฅณๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใ€ใ›ใ‚ใฆใ‚‚ใฎๅพกๅฅ‰ไป•ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใฃใฆ่จฑใ—ใ‚’ไนžใŠใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ๅฅณๆ€งใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๅฐ‘ๅฅณใซ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ€็œŸใฃ็™ฝใ„็ฉบ้–“ใฎไธญใซๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎๅฌŒๅฃฐใŒ้Ÿฟใ็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ (ใ•ใฆใ•ใฆ......ๆก”้Ÿณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€็งใŒใ“ใ“ใพใงใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆฅฝใ—ใพใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚ˆ?) ๅฅณๆ€งใฏๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚
Shinozaki Shiori accompanied Kitsune all the way to the hospital. Despite the emergency measures enacted on him in the ambulance, he was still in a state where he could die at any moment, so the expressions of those performing the measures were grim throughout the voyage. No matter how they looked at it, he had suffered fatal injuries. Even so, Shiori continued to grip the boy's hand with both of hers, as she desperately prayed for his life to be saved. A few minutes later, they arrived at a single hospital. But that hospital never took on the patient known as Naginata Kitsune. Due to bad luck, the hospital had many patients in serious condition, and there was a deficiency in the doctors available to perform a surgery. And so, it turned out that Kitsune was to be carried off to another hospital. Shiori was impatient. At this rate, he was going to die. But Kitsune's unlucky streak merely continued. The next one, and the next one found themselves unable to accept him, and the boy continued to be passed from one place to another in his near-death state. And finally, the forth hospital accepted him. He was immediately rushed to the emergency room, and they were prepared to perform it... but what came on was a sudden power outage. The hospital's electronic tools ceased their functionality. While they quickly switched to their own back-up power to keep the machines running, the lights remained off. The surgery was conducted with minimal light, and the chances of it succeeding were close to 0. In the middle of it, Kitsune's heart stopped, and it ended once they confirmed there was no way to bring him back. Unable to move from the operating room, Kitsune never appeared before Shiori again. Kitsune-san left the emergency room. His face was pale, and he wasn't moving at all. When I touched him, he was dreadfully... cold. As he was transported around, he kept on losing more and more of himself, but I can't even feel the faint heat he emitted at the very end. ... He's dead. He didn't have enough time to undertake the surgery, so it's more like it all ended too quickly. It feels like a hole's been opened in my chest, and my mouth won't move as I want it. It's like my own body no longer belongs to me anymore. "... I'm sorry, with our power... we were unable to save him." The doctor's words aren't entering my ears. I just blankly stared at the cold Kitsune-san's peaceful expression. It's not like my life is flashing before my eyes, but the memories of the brief three months I spent with Kitsune-san pass through my head. It really was a short time. It really was too short a time, but each and every one of those memories shine within me. They begin to lose their color, my precious memories... my memories with Kitsune-san. "Um... please take this." "!" A handkerchief was handed to me. When I shifted my gaze, I was the doctor looking at me with an expression full of pity, and my own eyes reflected in his. It looks like I'm... crying. "... What?" As I try rubbing my hands across my face, I find them soaked in my overflowing tears. It seems I had started crying without even noticing it. I take the doctor's handkerchief, and wipe my eyes. But it isn't stopping at all. "W-what? Ah... sorry... hic... why......!" Perhaps because it's like my own body isn't my own, when I begin to concentrate on my own tears, my body's senses slowly begin to return to normal. A sob that wasn't there before escaped my lips. "Shiori!" "Shiori-chan!" I heard running footsteps approaching me from behind, and voices calling my name. As I slowly turned around, I found my father and mother. With strained expressions, they ran all the way up to me. "Hah... hah... Shiori, are you alright? A call came from the school, and we were worried...!" Father and mother are worried about me. I'm happy about that, but... even raising a voice to calm their worries was... impossible for me. Instead, by embracing my mother, something inside of me finally snapped. The black and swirling dark emotions within my chest began flowing out all at once. Along with my crying voice... "UWAAA.... Mo...m... UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" My expression is a mess. I can't stop my tears from flowing. I'm definitely letting out a deplorable scream. But I couldn't live without doing it. I mean, Kitsune-san has... died. He's dead, meaning we'll never meet again. Our morning greeting, eating lunch together, secretly talking to each other in class, playing together after school, it's all... over. Just three months. If you compare it to the friends I've had until now, it's my shortest relation. But within me, it's probably... the most important one. That must be why I'm so sad. That must be why I'm spilling out these tears. "Uwa...aa...! Kitsune-san! Don't die...!! Why... why do you have to die...! What about our promise...!? Uwaaaaah!" In my mother's chest, I let out my mixed up emotions. There was no order or start or end. I just spit out whatever was on my mind. With those unstable emotions, my unstopping tears just continued to flow out. "Shiori..." Mother strongly held my body close. I can't see her face, but her body is shaking. She's also crying. "Kitsune-san... he saved me...! He risked his life, and he fought for my sake...! But! I... if he was going to die, then I didn't want his help at all!!" "Shiori!!" From my mother's arms, another pair of strong hands pulled me out. It was quite sudden, so I frantically turned around. There, my father, who always made a kind face, stared at me with a serious expression. "Shiori... that's the only thing you shouldn't say! He fought for your sake...! And in that battle, he ended up saving you! His feelings, his bravery, they're not something that the one who he saved should be denying!!" "!!" "You have to live his share as well! You have to live happily! For the one who fought for you... that's his last wish." Father's words made me feel as if I had been smacked physically. With tears still streaming down my face, I looked at the unmoving Kitsune-san again. I slowly step towards him, and... clenched his cold hand. "Kitsune-san... Kitsune-san...I'm fine, you see... because of you, I was saved...! Thank you... thank you...!" I put together words, as I felt the hole in my chest get filled in ever-so-slightly. And so, this is my first step. "...! ... This is..." Ah, I see... "I sure am an idiot... to notice it only after he's gone..." Perhaps it was because he was so close. The time I spent with Kitsune-san, the time that I spent next to him was so comfortable. I was always by his side, so I never noticed it. "Goodbye Kitsune-san... I loved you...!" ... Had fallen in love with you. * After some time passed, Kitsune-san was taken to the morgue. For various things like calling his family, and various paperwork, the Shinozaki family stayed in the hospital. Father and mother still seem to be worried about me, but... It's fine. If I keep crying forever, Kitsune-san will laugh at me. While father and mother were talking to the doctor, I leaned back in the waiting room sofa. It's already dark outside, and it looks like quite a bit of time has passed since that happened. "..." Alone, I gazed at the ceiling as I took a deep breath. After crying for a bit, I feel quite relieved. It's not like I've completely accepted the fact of Kitsune-san's death, but I think I've recovered enough of myself to carry out my daily life. "... What should I do from tomorrow?" Now that I think about it, the people I went to school with, ate lunch with, and played with were all Kitsune-san, and I've been quite distanced from the others... this is awkward. "Ehehe... but Kitsune-san would definitely say something like..." .... If talking to them is hard, just have them talk to you. See, they talk to me every day, right? In the end, rather than talk, it was more like they were badmouthing you, dude, but I guess it all depends on how you look at it. Tomorrow, if I go to school, I'll try calling out to someone. Boys... yeah, I'll refrain from talking to boys for a while. I mean, something like that did happen... "Fufufu, Kitsune-san sure is amazing..." Even after he died, the Kitsune-san inside of me continues to cheer me up. I really was stuck to him. Thinking back, it's a bit funny. After a while of waiting, a flustered young nurse started running towards the doctor. I wonder what it is. "D-doctor! It's about Naginata Kitsune-kun!" "Hah... hah... Naginata Kitsune-kun's body... it vanished!" Eh? "What!? What is this about...!?" "I do not know... When I took my eyes off him for a second, his body disappeared without a trace!" Kitsune-san disappeared? "... Search for it. There's no way a corpse can move around on its own... it must be somewhere! Search!" "Y-yes!" The nurse and the doctor run off with grim expressions. I looked over them in a daze. At that time, within my heart, a strange premonition was born. Something beyond our comprehension is happening. Kitsune-san vanished, and this is definitely the start of something. "Kitsune-san... where did you run off to...?" At a volume low enough that no one could hear me, I whispered. That was the instant that Kitsune disappeared from the world. And it was the instant where he crossed over to another, and started his second life. "Hahaha! This is nice. It leaves a nice feeling of pure love! This is why you humans are so interesting!" White walls, floor and ceiling. No windows, or any furnishing. In a simple white room, a certain entity was happily smiling. It was likely not human. It was in a humanistic form, but it was definitely something else, something out of the realm of common sense. Perhaps a concept, perhaps a law. Perhaps a lifeform, perhaps a spontaneity. Perhaps a world, perhaps a god. A large unknown, certain omnipotent something. An existence like that was roaring with laughter in an empty white room. "Yeah, yeah, but I guess it's a pity to have such an interesting human die off so easily. And right now, I'm a bit into happy endings. But perhaps in the next three minutes, I'll develop a taste for bad endings too... and so, why don't you give it another go... Kitsune-san?" Her appearance was that of a woman. Her characteristic dark hair was tinted with a bit of blue, and it grew about to the end of her shoulder blades. Her blue eyes gave off a mischievous impression, as they seemed to stare off at a distant something. Her white and slender, feminine fingers suddenly pointed in front of her. And at the end of her finger, something changed. No, it wasn't a something... Kitsune's fate changed. Death flipped itself into life. "Now, in that world, what will you end up doing?" It's uncertain whether it was alright to call her a woman, but that woman... that entity happily swayed its body from side to side as it raised the edges of its mouth. And there, another existence was revealed. What appeared was a single girl. She carried a tidy atmosphere around herself, and her appearance seemed to be around 14. Her straight silky black hair extended to the back of her knees. "Oh my... um, Michiko-chan, it's been a while." "That isn't my name." "But Sakiko-chan, you never tell me what it is." "It ain't Sakiko either. And wait, you can just stick -ko onto anything and think it'll work." "Oh, could it be that your name is foreign?" The girl that appeared was, like the one who had been there from the start, no human. She was the messenger, or perhaps the underling of an existence like hers. If something ever went majorly wrong, she was the existence that the other one could place the blame on, saying, 'The secretary did it all.' That sort of position. "More importantly, you arbitrarily went and did something again, didn't you?" "Yeah, I revived a single human, and sent him to another world." "Do you think something like that would be permitted?" "Who's going to stop it? I'm the strongest, and I'm quite important, you know." The female licked her lips as she stood up. The girl sensed something bad, and retreated a step backwards. But for some reason, the female was already standing behind her. She grabbed the girl's slender shoulders strongly. The female's eyes let off a suspicious and dangerous light, as if she were a beast who had found its prey. "Nonono, I thought it was best if I applied for Sachiko-chan's permission." "I ain't Sachi-ko. ... and again, what are... hya!?" The female licked the girl's ear. The sensation caused her to leap forward with all her might. Her face was flushed, and she grasped her ear as she stared at the woman. "Now how about I ask your body directly for some permission?" The female said that as she rushed at the girl. And for a little while after that, the girl's screams echoed through the white space. (Now then... Kitsune-kun, I've done this much for you, so... won't you entertain me?) The female had an amused smile on her face as she thought to herself.
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ๆœฌ่ƒฝใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€ใ“ใฎไธญใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ๅฑ้™บใชใฎใฏใ€ๆญฃ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰่ฟซใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€็ซ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„ๅผฑใ„้ญ”ๆณ•ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ญ”ๅŠ›้‡ใชใ‚‰ๆ•ฐ็™พๅ˜ไฝใง้€ฃๅฐ„ใŒๅฏ่ƒฝใชใ€็‚Žใฎ็Ÿข! ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€่กŒใ‘ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Šใพใ™......!ใ€ ่œ˜่››ใฎ็›ฎใŒๅๆ•ฐๆœฌใฎ็‚Žใฎ็Ÿขใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใ€ใใ‚Œใซๅฏพๅฟœใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅพŒใ‚ใธ่ทณ่บใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅพŒใ‚ใซใฏๅƒ•้”ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆฐดๅนณใซๆง‹ใˆใ€่ฟซใ‚Šใใ‚‹่œ˜่››ใฎๅทจไฝ“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆจช่–™ใŽใซๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€Œไธ‹ใŒใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใง่œ˜่››ใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใŒๆญคๆ–นใ‚’ๅ‘ใใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใฆ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๆ’ƒ้›ข่„ฑใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚็ซ‹ๆดพใชๆˆฆๆณ•ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€่œ˜่››ๅ›ใ€ใ“ใฃใกใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆใŸใ‚‰ๅฑใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ„? ใ€Žใ‚ซใƒƒ......ใƒญใƒญใ‚ฉ!!ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใฎๅ‰ฃใง่œ˜่››ใฎๅ…ซๆœฌใ‚ใ‚‹่ถณใฎๅ†…ใฎไธ€ๆœฌใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใจใฎไธ€ไปถไปฅๆฅใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซไบบใŒใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๅคงๅˆ†ๅ‰ฃใŒๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…้›ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใจ็ต„ใฟๅˆใ‚ใ•ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅผทใ•ใฏ้ฃ›่บ็š„ใซๅ‘ไธŠใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใฃใใ‚ˆใƒผ! ็š†้›ขใ‚Œใฆ!ใ€ ใใ“ใธใ€ใ„ใคใฎใพใซใ‹่œ˜่››ใฎ็œŸไธŠใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใพใง้ฃ›็ฟ”ใ—ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒๅ…‰ใ‚’ๆญชใ‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅซŒใชๆฐ—้…ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใšใจใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ่œ˜่››ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงใใ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใฏ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€่‰ฏใ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ‚ใ‚Œใฏใใฃใจๅƒ•้”ใ‚‚ๅ•็ญ”็„ก็”จใงๅทปใ่พผใ‚€ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฎๅฅดใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ†ๅ”ฑใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ็ˆ†็™บ็š„ใซ็‚ŽใŒๅบƒใŒใ‚Šใ€ไธ€็žฌ็ฉบใŒ็‚Žใฎ็™บใ™ใ‚‹็ด…ใงๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ่žบๆ—‹็ŠถใซๅŽๆŸใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไธญๅฟƒใซๅคงใใช็ซœๅทปใจใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ›ดใซใ€ๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็‚Žใฎ็ซœๅทปใ‚’ใ€Ž่ƒŒ่ฒ ใฃใฆใ€่ฝใกใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ฎใƒƒ......ใ‚ธใƒฃใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ข ใ‚™ใ‚ข ใ‚™ใ‚ก!!?ใ€ ใ‚ดใƒชใ‚ดใƒชใจใ„ใ†ๆŠ‰ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช้Ÿณใจใ€ๅŒๆ™‚ใซ่‚‰ใ‚’็„ผใๆง˜ใช้ŸณใŒๅŒๆ™‚ใซ้Ÿฟใใ€‚่œ˜่››ใฎๆ‚ฒ้ณดใŒๅŠ ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๆ•ฐ็ง’ใฎๅพŒ่œ˜่››ใฎ่ƒŒไธญใซ็ชๆ’ƒใ—ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€่œ˜่››ใฎ่…น้ƒจใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚่œ˜่››ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซไธ€็›ด็ทšใฎๅคงใใช้ขจ็ฉดใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ใใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’็ซœๅทปใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใซไปปใ›ใฆๆถˆใ—้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็‚Žใฎ็ซœๅทปใŒๆถˆใˆใฆใ€ไธญใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€ใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆๅƒ•้”ใฎๆ–นใซใƒ”ใƒผใ‚นใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใถใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅ…จๆป…ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ๆฃฎใฎไธญใงใใ‚“ใช้ฆฌ้นฟใ’ใŸ็‚Žใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ†ใชใ‚ˆใ€ๆœจใซ็‡ƒใˆ็งปใฃใฆ็ซไบ‹ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚่ฒฌไปปๅ–ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใžใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ! ็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใŸใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใชใฎใซ! ใ€Œ......ใฏใใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ๅ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ‹่œ˜่››ใŒๅ‡„ใๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใชๆญปไฝ“ใซใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ใช......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ๅƒ•้”ใฎใ‚จใƒผใ‚นใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œๅ‡„ใ„ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใธใฃใธใƒผใ‚“! ๆœ€ๅผท็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณๅฆ–็ฒพใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็„กๆ•ตใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ่ƒธใ‚’ๅผตใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใซใ€้ ‘ๅผตใฃใŸๅญใฏ่ค’ใ‚ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€่‰ฏใ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใŸใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใฏใ„ใฃใ€ ไปŠๅ›žใ€่œ˜่››็›ธๆ‰‹ใซๆต…ใใจใ‚‚ไธ€ๆ’ƒๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใพใ ใพใ ่…ฐใฎๅผ•ใ‘ใŸๆง˜ๅญใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆŒ‡ๅฐŽใฏไธญใ€…ๅฎŸใ‚’ไฝœใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚้–ขใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใใฎไบบใฏ็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใ‚’่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็ตๆง‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:ใƒซใƒซใƒปใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚คใƒฆ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv8(โ†‘7UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:350 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:200 ่€ๆ€ง:80 ๆ•ๆท:280 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:140 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Žๅฅด้šทใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅฐๅ‰ฃ่ก“Lv1(NEW!)ใ€ ๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:??? PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข(ๅฆ–็ฒพ)ใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚ง(ไบบ้–“) โ—‡ ใŠใŠใ€ใ‚ใฎ่œ˜่››ใ ใ‘ใงใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒ7ใคใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใฏๅคง่œ˜่››ใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ ใ€‚ๅคšๅคงใช็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไธ€ๆฐ—ใซๅƒ•ใ‚’็ฝฎใๅŽปใ‚Šใซใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใœใ€‚ๆ‚ฒใ—ใใชใ‚“ใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅˆฅใซ่€ๆ€งใ•ใˆไธŠใŒใ‚Œใฐๅˆฅใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ—? ใพใ ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใŒไธŠใ ใ—? ๆ‚”ใ—ใใชใ‚“ใฆใชใ„ใ—! ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใญใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใงใ™ใ‹? ใˆใธใธ......ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ‚“ใชๅฟƒๅขƒใ‚’ๆฌ ็‰‡ใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ›ใšใซ่ค’ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ€ๅคงไบบใฎๅฏพๅฟœใ€‚ๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€ไป•ๆ–นใŒ็„กใ„ใจๆ€ใˆใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธๆ€่ญฐใ ใ€‚ใพใๅƒ•ใฎ่€ๆ€ง่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใŒใ‚‚ใฃใจไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚‰็Ž‡ๅ…ˆใ—ใฆๅ‰ใซๅ‡บใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹! ใใ‚Œใพใงใฏๆธฉๅญ˜ใ ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆœญ็š„ๅญ˜ๅœจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš่œ˜่››ใฎ่จŽไผ่จผๆ‹ ใซใชใ‚‹้ƒจไฝใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅ–ใฃใŸใžใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่œ˜่››ใฎ็‰™ใ‚’ๆ•ฐๆœฌๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅ–ใฃใฆๆŒใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚่จŽไผไพ้ ผใฏใ€่จŽไผๅฏพ่ฑกใฎ็‰นๅฎš้ƒจไฝใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใŽๅ–ใฃใฆๆฅใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ่จŽไผใ—ใŸใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šๅ ฑ้…ฌใŒ่ฒฐใˆใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ่จผๆ‹ ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆๅธฐใ‚‰ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„่จณใ ใ€‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏๅคง่œ˜่››ใฎ็‰™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ๆ—ฅใฎๆšฎใ‚Œใชใ„ๅ†…ใซใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ผใณๆŽ›ใ‘ใงใ€ๅ…จๅ“กใŒ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใ€ๅธฐใ‚‹ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅˆๆ—ฅใง็‹ฉใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏๅƒฅๅ€–ใ ใฃใŸใญใ€่จŽไผ่จผๆ‹ ใ‚‚ๆŒใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆœชใ ๅƒ•ใฎไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆ็Ž‡100%ใฏๆบใ‚‹ใŒใชใ„ใญ! ่œ˜่››ใฎๆญปไฝ“ใ‚’ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ€ๆญฉใใ ใ™ใ€‚ใพใ ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„ใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎๅˆ†ใชใ‚‰ใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใซใ‚‚ไผšใ‚ใšใซๆธˆใฟใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ€่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใใใคใญใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฏ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใซ้–ขใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใ‘? ใพใไปฒ้–“ใซใชใฃใฆใพใ ๆ—ฅใ‚‚็ตŒใฃใฆใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไป•ๆ–นใŒ็„กใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ้š›ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไบบใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ€็ˆถๆง˜ใฎใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ‹............่ฆ‹ใฆๅฐšใ‚ใ‚“ใชๅ•–ๅ‘ตใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ ใผใใผใใจไฝ•ใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€่žใ“ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŸใ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใใฃใฝใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใŸๆจช้ก”ใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่ตคใฟใŒๅทฎใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใฉใฃใ‹ใงใƒ•ใƒฉใ‚ฐๅปบใฃใŸใ‹ใช? ใใ‚“ใชๆฐ—้…ใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉ......ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซๅคงไธˆๅคซใ€ไฝ“้‡ใจใ‹่บซ้•ทใจใ‹ใพใงใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒ......ใ‚ใ‚......ใ„ใ‚„ใใ†ใ‹ใ€่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ไฝ“้‡ใจใ‹ใŒ่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใพใใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ•ใใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ‚ฉใฟไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฎใซใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ‚‰็›ธ่ซ‡ใซไน—ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ? ๅƒ•ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๆฃฎใฎไธญใ‚’้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏๆฃฎใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใใ‚“ใชใซ้ ใใพใงใฏๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใใซๆฃฎใ‚’ๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚้ขจใงๆœจใ€…ใŒๆบใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆธฉใ‹ใ„ๅคช้™ฝใฎๅ…‰ใŒๆœจใ€…ใฎ้š™้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’็…งใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๆฃฎใฏ่žใ„ใŸ้™ใ‚Šใ ใจใ€้ญ”็ฃใฎๅคšใไฝใพใ†ๆฃฎใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ไบบใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ใŒไธ€ๅˆ‡ๅŠ ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใใ€ๅฑ้™บใฎไผดใ†้ญ”็ฃใชใ‚“ใ‹ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆ็‹ฉ็ŒŸใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๆธฉๅŽšใช้ญ”็ฃใฏๆฃฎใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใชใ„้™ใ‚Š็‹ฉ็ŒŸใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใฎไพ‹ๅค–ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๆฃฎใฎไธญใงใฏๅคšใใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒๅ…ฑ็”Ÿใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ธ„ๅผตใ‚Šไบ‰ใ„ใง้ญ”็ฃๅŒๅฃซใงๆฎบใ—ๅˆใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒๆ‹ฎๆŠ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ๆฃฎๅ…จไฝ“ใ‚’ไป•ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹็‰นๅˆฅๅผทใ„้ญ”็ฃใŒใ„ใชใ„ๆ•…ใซใ€ใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎใƒ†ใƒชใƒˆใƒชใƒผๅ†…ใงไธŠๆ‰‹ใๅ…ฑ็”Ÿใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใฎไพ‹ๅค–ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใฎๆฃฎใซใฏไปŠใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๆ€ช็‰ฉใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ๆฃฎใฎๅ…ฑ็”Ÿใƒใƒฉใƒณใ‚นใŒๅดฉใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚็„กใใซใ—ใ‚‚้žใšใ ใญใ€‚ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ๆ‰‹ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใฎไพ‹ๅค–ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฃใฆ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚......ๆœ‰ๅใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€‚็ขบใ‹Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใซๆœ€ใ‚‚่ฟ‘ใ„Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ€ใใฎๆ€ง่ณชใฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใซ่ฟ‘ใ„ใจใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ€ช็‰ฉใ ใชใ€ ้ญ”็Ž‹ใซ่ฟ‘ใ„ใฃใฆใ€ไฝ•ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ†ไบŒไบบ็›ฎใฎ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆœ€ใ‚‚ๆ€–ใ„ใฎใฏใใฎ็ซ‹ใกไฝ็ฝฎใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œ็ซ‹ใกไฝ็ฝฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎ้…ไธ‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅ˜ไฝ“ใซใ—ใฆ้ญ”็Ž‹ใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใปใฉใซๅผทใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ใใ‚Œใซไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๆป…ใผใ™ๆง˜ใชๆ˜Žๅฟซใช็›ฎ็š„ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใจใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใพใ้ญ”็Ž‹ใจๆ•ตๅฏพใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎไปฒ้–“ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใŒ......ไบบ้–“ใงใ„ใˆใฐ้Šๆ’ƒๆ‹…ๅฝ“ใจใ„ใฃใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ€ ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใฎๅ‘ฝไปคใฏ่žใ‹ใชใ„ไบบ้–“ใฎๆ•ต? ใใ‚ŒๆŠ‘ๆญขๅŠ›ใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใจ้•ใฃใฆ้…ไธ‹ใซ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚„้ญ”็ฃใŒใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒไบบ้–“ใซใจใฃใฆใฎๅนธ้‹ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใจๅŒๆ ผใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใ—ใ‹ๅ€’ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‚ฝใƒฌใ€‚ ใ€ŒใพใๅฅดใŒๅ‹•ใใฎใฏๅคœใ ใ—ใ€ไธ€ๅบฆใฎ่ขซๅฎณใ‚‚้ญ”็Ž‹็จ‹ๅคงใใใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใ ใ‘ใ‚’ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๆ™‚ใซใฏๅผฑใ„้ญ”็ฃใ‚‚ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่ฉฑใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ„ๅ›ณใ—ใฆไบบ้–“ใฎๆ•ตใซๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใใ†ใชใ‚‹ใจๅƒ•ใŒ็”ŸใๅปถใณใŸ็†็”ฑใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใชใ......ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚Œใฏใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใงใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹......ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใŒ็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰็ฉถๆฅต็š„ใซๅ‘ณใŒไธๅ‘ณใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ€‚ๅทฆ็œผใ‚’้ฃŸใฃใฆใฟใŸใ‘ใฉไธๅ‘ณใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸใ€็š„ใช? ไฝ•ใใ‚Œใ€ๅ‡„ใๅ‚ทไป˜ใใ€‚ ๅคšๅฐ‘่ฝใก่พผใฟใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๆ›ดใซๆญฉใๆฃฎใฎๅ‡บๅฃใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚็”บใ‚‚่ฆ–็•Œใซๆ‰ใˆใ€ใ‚„ใฃใจๆฃฎใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ใจๅฎ‰ๅ ตใฎๆฏใ‚’ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฃใจ?ใ€ ็œŸๆจชใ‹ใ‚‰ไบบๅฝฑใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้ฉšใ„ใฆ่ถณใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๅนธใ„ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใง็พใ‚ŒใŸไบบๅฝฑใจใฏใถใคใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใซๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ไฝใฎ่บซ้•ทใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใ ใฃใŸใ€‚็™–ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใงใ‚‚่‰ถใฎ่‰ฏใ„้ป’้ซชใงใ€็™ฝใ„่‚Œใฎใ€ๅ…ซ้‡ๆญฏใŒ็‰นๅพด็š„ใชๅฏๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๆœ่ฃ…ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใจๅŒใ˜ใ€้˜ฒๅ…ทใ‚’่บซใซไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่…ฐใซใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅŒใ˜ไฝใฎๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’2ๆœฌๆบใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏ......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฃใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่ฒดๆ–นใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ ใญ! ๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ†ใ‚“ๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆ......ใงใ€ๅ›ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใใ€ๆฃฎใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ†ใ‚ใ†ใ‚ใ—ใฆใŸใ‚‰่ฟทใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใญ! ๅŠฉใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ......ใงใ€ๅ›ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใŒไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹? ่‰ฏใ‘ใ‚Œใฐไธ€็ท’ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„?ใ€ ใ€ŒใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใชใ‚‰ใ™ใใใ“ใ ใ—ใ€ๅˆฅใซไธ€็ท’ใซ่กŒใใฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉ......ๅ›ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†! ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใฃ!ใ€ ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ‹ใชใ„ๅญใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใชใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใ ใญใ€่ฉฑใŒ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏ็ทใ˜ใฆๅŽ„ไป‹ใง้ขๅ€’ใชๅญใ ใฃใฆ็›ธๅ ดใŒๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ไบบๆ‡ใฃใ“ใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€็ฌ‘้ก”ใŒๅคšใใฆใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ทใƒƒใƒ—้Žๅคšใ€ไปŠใ ใฃใฆใŠ็คผใ‚’่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใซๆŠฑใ็€ใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใ•ใ•ใ‚„ใ‹ใ ใ‘ใฉ็ขบใ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹่†จใ‚‰ใฟใŒๅƒ•ใฎ่…•ใซๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใฒใฃใคใ‘โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใงๅ›ใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ?ใ€ ใกใชใฟใซใ“ใ‚Œ่žใใฎ5ๅ›ž็›ฎใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญ! ็งใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ€ใˆใƒผใจ็ขบใ‹ใ‚ฐใ€ใƒฉใƒณ......ใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ? ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใŸใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใฏ่‡ชไฟกๆบ€ใ€…ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
The subjugation of The Arachne After we keep searching for it through the forest for a while, we finally encounter our target. Right, that giant spider. Whether it because there are more people than before, or perhaps because it's a different one from before, well I don't know it but as expected different from our first encounter, this time is I'm not scared at all. Because different from before, right now we've become stronger, after all, I can't think we'd lose. If something happen then I also could just drive it away with "Erie Constitution". Moreover, this giant spider isn't necessarily a weakling. So if we defeat it, I'm sure it will give us a load of experience points, there's no way we would lose. "Karorororo....!" While crying such voices which I'd heard it before, the spider is gazing at us. Having a 5 meters big body, its width perhaps not less than eight meters. "Kitsune, what should we do?" "Finia-chan should just focusing on attacking it, we'll back you up." "Leave it to me!" "Lulu-chan, for now could you please prepare your short sword? Of course I'll do my best to protect you, but since our enemy right now is quite big, so just in case." The spider cries, and spiting a very thick thread from its buttock. "It comes!" "Evade!" At Rishe-chan's word, we start moving. Evading the approaching thread, Finia-chan advancing toward the spider. Rishe-chan moves following Finia-chan, where I and Lulu-chan move to the rear side of that spider to surround it. Contrary to its big body, it has a considerable agility. When I think to move to its rear, its compound eyes are always keeping an eye on us. But, it can't turn toward us, isn't it? It should be understand it through its instinct, the most dangerous one here is, Finia-chan who comes upfront. Finia-chan invocates a magic, among Fire magic it is classified as a weak one but with Finia-chan's magical energy she should be able to fires several hundreds of it, those arrow of fire! "Lulu-chan, can you do it?" "--I'll do my best...!" The spider's eyes seize around ten-odd of those arrow of fire, moreover it jumps its body backward correspondently. But, on the rear of it, we're there. Lulu-chan swings her short sword horizontally toward the approaching spider. "....!" "We're retreating, Lulu-chan." Being slashed, the spider's consciousness is focused on us, I take some distance from it while holding Lulu-chan. Hit and run, this is also a splendid strategy. But, spider-kun, isn't it dangerous for you to facing here? "Ka...roroo!" Rishe-chan cuts one of its eight legs with her sword. After the case with that knight leader uncle, even while being seen by someone she's still able to splendidly swing her sword. Combining with her tempered status, her prowess is raising rapidly. "Here it go! Everyone, take some distance." There, before we noticed it, overhead the spider, Finia-chan who is flying at a considerable height calling at us. Her magical energy is shining, I have a somewhat bad feeling coming from it. As per she said, we start taking some huge distance from the spider. It's already hopeless, I'm not particularly know what would come, but I'm sure it's a type of attack which might unanimously swallow us up. When Finia-chan shouting so, tremendous fire is spreading around her, and the sky is immediately dyed in red from the spreading fire. And then, the fire moving circularly, and forming a great tornado with Finia-chan as its center. Moreover, at that instant-- Finia-chan says 'Get burnt' and dropping along with the tornado of fire. "Gi...jaaaaa!!?" Together with *gori* *gori* gouged sounds, simultaneously a sound of meat getting burnt could be heard. Along with the spider's shrieks, Finia-chan who attacked the spider's back several seconds ago is, flying out from its abdomen. Making a straight line of big hole at the spider's body, seems like its life was blown away by the force of the tornado. After the tornado of fire disappeared, Finia-chan who come out is, immediately smiling and give a 'peace' sign to us. No no no, don't give me that peace. If you were careless we might got annihilated, you know? Moreover, to use such absurd fire magic inside a forest, what should we do if the fire burnt some trees and spreading? Someone must take the responsibility, you know? And that would be me! Even though the one who burnt it was Finia-chan! "...haa." But, well, since we won so it's good. The spider is somehow ended with a very poor corpse, but, it's good, isn't it? "You sure are amazing... Finia-chan." "Yes... you're our Ace." "Amazing." "Hehe~n! The strongest and beautiful Fairy Finia-chan is invincible!" Looking at Finia-chan who is puffing her chest out, we make a strained laugh. But, above all, since she had tried her best so I should praise her, don't I? "Lulu-chan, you did well." "Ah...yes." This time, against that spider, Lulu-chan was able to make an attack even if it was a shallow one. She was just got Rishe-chan advising her stance, but seems like she could somewhat put Rishe-chan's guidance into practice. Moreover, even though she just took a slight part of the battle, but as long as she took a part of it she would still got some experience points. Since Lulu-chan was Lv.1 so her level should be raised considerably. "Status." *Status* Name : Lulu Soleil Gender : Female Lv. 8 (UP 7) Strength : 350 Stamina : 200 Resistance : 80 Agility : 280 Magic Power : 140 Title :{Slave} Skill :{Short Sword-Arts Lv.1 (NEW!)} Inherent skill : ??? PT Member : Naginata Kitsune, Finia (Fairy), Trisha (Human) * Ooh, her level raised by seven with just that spider. As expected from a giant spider, it was an E rank magical beast. It hold a considerable experience points. Lulu-chan's status is suddenly overtaking mine, you know? But I'm not sad at all, since as long as my resistance increased then I'm good with it, after all. Level-wise mine is still higher, after all. I'm not mortified at all! "Good for you, Lulu-chan. Your level has raised, you know?" "Eh, is that true? Ehehe... I'm so happy." That's why, I praise her while patting her head without showing my broken mental-state. This is, an adult's way of doing. As long as I could see Lulu-chan's happy smile, it's strange that I'll come to think that that's something can't be helped. Well, if my resistance increased further then I'll come and take the frontline! Before that come I must restrain myself, since I'm a trump card-like character, you know? "Kitsune, just in case I've take the subjugation proof of that spider." "Ah, sorry, thanks." When I say so, Rishe-chan comes and hand me several fangs of that spider. At a subjugation quest, if you don't bring back the subjugation proof than it would be counted as you haven't subjugated it. That means, we won't get the reward. That's why we must take the proof, like this. This time is the fang of this giant spider. "Then, let's go home. Before it getting dark." At my word, everyone is answering, and then we start preparing to return. Our first hunt sure is fruitful, since we got the subjugation proof, so my 100% request completion rate hasn't broken! Having the corpse of that spider burnt by Finia-chan, we start walking. The day is still bright, at this rate seems like we won't encounter that monster. Ah, thanks god. "Say, Kitsune, there's something I'm a bit curious about, though." "Can you see someone's status?" Ah, come to think of it I haven't told Rishe-chan anything about my skills, didn't I? Well, it's just several days after she became my comrade, after all, so it can't be helped. Since she just asked about it herself so let's just tell her about it. "Yes, I'm able to see someone's status." "That means, you'd saw my father's status?" "I see... you said something like that even after seeing it, huh." Seems like she's saying something in murmur, but I can't hear it. It's just I feel like I can see Rishe-chan's turned face is somewhat blushing. Hmm? Have I raised a flag somewhere? I have no such memory, though... ah, I see. "No problem, no problem, since I can't see your body weight nor height, after all." "N, no, that's not... ah... no, I see, it's good then." Was she embarrassed that I might be able to see her body weight, or the like? Well, anyhow looking at Rishe-chan's state who was just sighing, seems like I shouldn't take it in mind, but if she has some troubles then then I'll gladly hear it out, though. If you feel like it I might be even able to give you some advices, you know? While thinking such a thing, we walk through the forest. Today we went inside the forest but since we didn't go that far so we should be able to go out from the forest soon, don't we? From what we heard about this forest, seems like there were numerous magical beast lived inside this forest, and seems like human's influence hadn't reached here. Well, any dangerous magical beast would got hunted by adventurers, but any basically passive magical beast that didn't leave the forest won't be hunted by adventurers. But there are some exceptions such as eater hand, though. That's why there are many magical beast live here. There were some case where some magical beasts were fighting on turf war, but whether it because those magical beast were basically have an equal power, moreover without any special magical beast which ruled the whole forest, seems like they were able to live peacefully at their respective territories. But there are some exceptions such as eater hand, though. Nevertheless, right now inside this forest there's a monster called {Red Night} . So the possibility of the balance of this forest collapsing isn't nonexistent. But there are some exception such as eater hand, though. "Say, Rishe-chan." "What's up?" "Do you know about{Red Night} ?" "Yes... it's infamous, after all. If my memories serve me right, it was an A rank magical being which very close to S rank, and I heard that it was a monster with nature closer to an magical beast rather than a demon." Close to a demon lord is, the hell with that, isn't it could be called as the second demon lord? "The most dreadful part is its position." "Position?" "Yes, seems like {Red Night} isn't a part of demon lord's subordinates. Since individually, it was referred to be equaling demon lord, after all, moreover seems like it clearly has no intention such as annihilating humankind. Well by the fact it hasn't bore any hostility toward demon lord, but keep eating human so it won't be strange if it's actually demon lord's accomplice, though... if I should state it with human's status then, perhaps it's something akin to someone in charge of raiding." That means, the enemy of humanity that doesn't listen to demon lord's order, isn't it? Isn't that dangerous? Different from demon lord, since it has no demon nor magical beasts follower so that's a great luck for human, but, to be equaling demon lord, isn't that means it could only be defeated by the hero? "Well, since it only moves in night, so currently its victims aren't as great as demon lord do. Since it only attacks any humans it encounter, after all. Moreover, there was also someone who said that sometimes it would also eat some weak magical beasts. So I think it has no intention to waging war to humankind." But, isn't that means I still can't understand the reason why I was left alive, isn't it?... could it be that wasn't {Red Night} ? ... or perhaps because I was an otherworlder so I had an absolutely bad taste? Something like I was left behind because when it ate my left eye, it was very bad, or something along that line? What's that, that's really hurt my feelings. While somewhat feeling down, we keep walking for a while and finally able to see the exit. Capturing the view of the town, at least we're able to leave the forest, and it happened when I was sighing in relieve. "...wha?" A figure of someone appeared beside me. I slightly stop my leg in surprise, but seems like that's a lucky one since because of that I'm not bumping with the appeared person. The appeared person is, a girl with a similar height as mine. With a quirky but glossy black hair and white skin, she's a beautiful girl with high canine as her characteristic. But her attire is a similar clothes which is usually used by famed adventurers at the guild, she even use some protective armors. At her waist, there are two short swords- similarly like Lulu-chan's -being put there. "Who are you...?" "Ah, could it you're Kitsune-san! Nice to meet you!" "Ah, yes, nice to meet you, too... then, who are you?" "Well, I was lost when I loitering around the forest, you see! You sure saved me!" "Ah, I see... then, who are you?" "Do you know where Miniera is? If you're okay with it then is it okay if I tag along with you till there?" "Since Miniera is close by, so I won't mind even if you are together with us, though... then, who are you?" "I see! Thank you!" Someone who won't listen to other, huh. She's the hard to deal type for me, in society, someone who won't listen to other is generally stated as a nuisance and troublesome fellow, after all. Moreover, she seems very friendly, she's always smiling, excess skin-ship, even right now she is embracing me while saying her gratitude, it's modest but there are indeed some bulges pressing my arm, stick more closer-- no no, I have no such a thought. "Ah... umm, then I want to know your name, though?" By the way this is my fifth time asking this. "Ah, I see, I see, sorry! My name is Leila Vermillion, I come from, umm, if I'm not mistaken, gran... dile Kingdom, perhaps?, I'm an C rank adventurer!" She, Leila Vermillion confidently says so.
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ใชใ‚“ใ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€็งใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎ็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใฏใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ? ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎ็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ€Žไบบ้–“ใ€ใ‹? ็งใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใƒปใƒซใƒžใƒผใƒซใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ€‚Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใใคใญใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€็งใฏๅฐ‘ใชใ‹ใ‚‰ใš็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฆนใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆ‰‹็ด™ใงใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใจใ„ใ†็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใฎ่ฉฑ้กŒใŒ็งใซไผใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ›ฐใใ€ๅฝผใŒๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆฎบไผใจใ—ใŸ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ›ฐใใ€่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅค‰ใ ใŒใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ไบบใ€‚ ๆ›ฐใใ€ๅฝผใŒๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ™ฎๆฎตๆทกใ€…ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…ˆ่ผฉใŒ่กจๆƒ…่ฑŠใ‹ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ›ฐใใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ๅ•้กŒใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใใ‚‹ไบบใ€‚ ๆ›ฐใใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใ€‚ ่žใ้™ใ‚Šใงใฏ่‰ฒใ€…ใจๅค‰ใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ไบบ้–“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็งใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๅนดไธ‹ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹็ซฅ้ก”ใฎใ€่จ€ใฃใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐๅฏๆ„›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„้ก”็ซ‹ใกใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ไปŠ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใงใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจไธŠใฎๆจฉๅŠ›่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ใ€็งใฎ้ ผใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงๅฝ“็„ถใฎๆง˜ใซใ€ใชใ‚“ใฎๆ‚ชใณใ‚Œใ‚‚ใชใใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆญปไฝ“ใ™ใ‚‰ๆฎ‹ใ•ใšๆฎบๅฎณใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใง่‰ฏใ—ใฃใจ......ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๆฐ—่ปฝใ•ใงใ€ๅฎฟ้กŒใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใŸๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใงใ€ไบบๆฎบใ—ใฎ้”ๆˆใ‚’ๅ ฑๅ‘Šใ—ใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใใ†็ฐกๅ˜ใชไบ‹ๆ…‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉใฎๆ‚ชไบบใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ้‡ใ„็ฝชใฎ็ญˆใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ“ใฎๅญใฏใ€ๆฎบไบบใฎ็ฝชใ™ใ‚‰่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ‚ใชใ„ใจใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใฎ? ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๅ‚ใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ„ใŸๅ‡ถๆ‚ชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใงใ™ใ‚‰ใ€ไบบๆฎบใ—ใซ้–ขใ™ใ‚‹ๅ–„ๆ‚ชใฎ่ฆณๅฟตไฝใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๆฎบไบบใฏๆ‚ชใ ใจ็ŸฅใฃใŸไธŠใงใ€ๅทฑใฎๅฟซๆฅฝใฎ็‚บใซไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ“ใฎๅญใซใฏๆฎบไบบใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใŒๅ…จใ็„กใ„ใ€‚ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใŸใจใ„ใ†่‡ช่ฆšใ™ใ‚‰ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชไบบ้–“ใŒใ€ๆžœใŸใ—ใฆๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ? ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฎ? ใ€Œใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“? ้ก”ใŒ้’่คชใ‚ใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉๅคงไธˆๅคซ? ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆ‚ชใฏๅŽปใฃใŸใœ? ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅ–œใผใ†ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใ............ใฏใ€ใฏใ„......ใ€ ใ€ŒใพใไบบใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎใซๅ–œในใ‚‹็ญˆใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‹! ใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ ไบบใŒไธ€ไบบๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅฎŸๆ„Ÿใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็งใ‚’ๆฐ—้ฃใ†ๆง˜ใชๅฐ่ฉžใ‚‚ใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆฃ’่ชญใฟใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็งใ‚’ๆฐ—้ฃใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฏๅ…จใใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใฏไปปใ›ใŸใ‚ˆ? ไธ€ใค่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใซ่ขซๅฎณใŒๅŠใฐใชใ„ๆง˜ใซใ—ใฆใญ? ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใจๅƒ•ใซใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใฏใ„ใ€ ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€่ชฐใŒ่ฒดๆ–นใฎๆง˜ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใซ้€ฒใ‚“ใง้–ขใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚็งใฏใ“ใฎๅญใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚ŠใŸใใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ขซๅฎณใŒๅฝผใซๅŠในใฐใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใไปŠๅพŒ็งใฏๅฝผใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใƒปใ‚ขใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใ‚„ใใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใ€‚ๅ…จ่บซๅ…จ้œŠใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใฆใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‚’่ขซๅฎณใฎๅŠใฐใฌๅฎ‰ๅ…จๅœฐๅธฏใซ้€ใ‚ŠๅฑŠใ‘ใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไป–ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚็งใจใ€็งใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฎ็‚บใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใ€‚ๅฝนๅ‰ฒๅˆ†ๆ‹…ใŒใƒใƒƒใ‚ญใƒชใ—ใฆใฆๅƒ•ๅฅฝใฟใ ใ‚ˆ! ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใจๅˆๆตใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚่กŒใ“ใ†ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ๅฝผใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€็งใฎๆจชใ‚’้€šใ‚Šใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๆ™‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ ใ‹ใ€ใฒใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚Šใจใ—ใŸๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใŒ็งใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅŒ…ใฟ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚ๅฝผใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€็งใฎๅฟƒใฏ็ขบๅฎŸใซๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ......ใ€Žๆญป็ฅžใ€ใจใ„ใ†้Žๅ‰ฐ่กจ็พใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใ€ไปŠใงใฏใ—ใฃใ‹ใจ็ดๅพ—ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใ€้ ผใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ? ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’่ฑŠใ‹ใงๅฅใ‚„ใ‹ใช่ก—ใซๅค‰ใˆใฆใญใ€ๅฟœๆดใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใใ—ใฆๅฝผใฏๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚Šใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ€็ด”็œŸใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎๆง˜ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใงใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ใพใงใฎ็งใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠใฎ็งใซใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใŒไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใชใƒขใƒŽใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚โ™ช ใใฃใคใญใใƒผใ‚“โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅŠฉใ‘ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใฃใกใ‚ใ‚“! ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใใ“ใซ่ปขใŒใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ่ปขใŒใ—ใจใใชใ‚ˆใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงๆ‹˜ๆŸๅ…ทไป˜ใ‘ใŸใพใพใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ‚ฏใƒฌใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅˆฅใ‚Œใฆใ€้ƒฝๅบใƒขใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใฎ่ฟ‘ใใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใ„ใงใ„ใฆใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๆ‡ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่ท้›ขใŒ่ฟ‘ใ„ใญใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆจชใซๆ‹˜ๆŸๅ…ทใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใพใพใฎใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใŒ่ปขใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅผ•ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎใพใพ้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใพใ็„กไบ‹ใซๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ‹˜ๆŸๅ…ทใฎ้ต็ฉดใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ€่†จๅผตใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒใ‚ฎใƒณใ€ใจใ„ใ†้Ÿณใจๅ…ฑใซๆ‹˜ๆŸๅ…ทใŒๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไพฟๅˆฉใ ใญใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใใใคใญใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ? ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎไปถใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ—......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใชใใ€้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚‚้ ใ‘ใŸใพใพใ ใ—ใ€่ก—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญ......ไธ€ๅฟœๆง˜ๅญใ‚’่ฆ‹ใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ„ใ–ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้คŒใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใฆ้‹ใถใ“ใจใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹้‡้‡ใฏใ€ไฝฟ็”จ่€…ใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใซๆบ–ใ˜ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅคงไบบไธ€ไบบใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฃใจใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ‚ชใƒซใƒไผฏ็ˆตใฃใฆๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญ? ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใถใฃๆฎบใ—ใŸๅƒ•ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฃใฆไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใพใไบบ้–“ๆฎบใ—ใฆใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ‹ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๆญฉใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็ขบ่ชใฃใจใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv34(โ†‘33UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:600:STOP! ไฝ“ๅŠ›:4210 ่€ๆ€ง:8800 ๆ•ๆท:4650 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:3420 ใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‘ ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv5ใ€ ใ€Ž็›ดๆ„ŸLv5ใ€ ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผLv6ใ€ ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—่€ๆ€งLv6(โ†‘1UP)ใ€ ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—้ฉๆ€งLv6ใ€ ใ€Ž็˜ดๆฐ—ๆ“ไฝœLv5ใ€ ใ€Žๅ›ž้ฟ่ก“Lv1ใ€ ใ€Ž่ฆ‹ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŠLv1ใ€ ใ‚ใƒผใŠใ€้šๅˆ†ใจไธŠใŒใฃใŸใชใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏ้šๅˆ†ใจ้ซ˜ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ—ใฆๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใฏใใ†ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ๅ…ƒใ€…่ปไบ‹ๅฎ˜่ทใซๅฐฑใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใ€ๆŒ‡ๆฎๅฎ˜็š„ใชๅฝนๅ‰ฒใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่€ๆ€งใฎไผธใณ็Ž‡ใŒๅฐ‹ๅธธใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใชใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ€ๅˆๆœŸใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใฏใ€้ซ˜ใ„ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไผธใณ็Ž‡ใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚่€ๆ€งใ ใ‘ใง่จ€ใˆใฐAใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚ณใƒฌใ€‚ๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸ้ ƒใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใŒ็ขบใ‹ใ€ใ€Ž8740ใ€ใ€‚่ถ…ใˆใŸใญใ‡ใ€ใพใๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฏๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๆ‰่ƒฝใ‚’ใŠๆŒใกใฎๆง˜ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใ‚ใฎ้ ƒใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠใชใ‚‰ไธฆใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใชใ‚‰ใปใจใ‚“ใฉใ‚’่€ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่จณใ ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ ใฃใฆ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใŒใ€Ž7820ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ•ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใฏ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ใใ“ใซๆ•ๆทใ‚„ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ๅ‘ไธŠๅŠนๆžœใ‚‚ๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ•ฐๅ€คใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒๆธฌใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚็ญ‹ๅŠ›ๅˆ†ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใ‚’่€ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ™‚็‚นใงใ€ใใ“ใใ“ๅผทใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใ‹้™ใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใใ‚Œใซใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฃใฆใงใ‹ใ„ใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ใชใฎใซๆˆฆ้—˜ใฎ้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅฃฐใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใฆใ“ใชใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆๅค‰ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผ............ใ‚“? ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ไบบใŒๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใˆใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€้ŸณใŒไฝ•ใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใชใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ช่จใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจๅนฝ้ฌผใฎๆง˜ใซใ€่ตคใ„้ซชใฎ้’ๅนดใŒๆญฉใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹่™šใ‚ใ ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใง่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ๆ–ฐไบบๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฃใฝใ„็œŸๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่ฃ…ๅ‚™ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ......ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใช? ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏ? ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€้’ๅนดใ‚‚ๆญคๆ–นใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€้ †็•ชใซไธ€ไบบไธ€ไบบๅƒ•้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ๆœ€ๅˆใซใ€ๅƒ•ใ€‚ ๆฌกใซใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใง้‹ใฐใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ€‚ ๆฌกใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆœ€ๅพŒใซโ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ้ †็•ชใซ่ฆ‹็ต‚ใˆใŸๅฝผใฏใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ็›ฎ็ทšใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใŸใพใพใ€ใใฎ็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆๆญฉใ„ใŸ่ตคใ‚“ๅŠใฎๆง˜ใซใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซ็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใจ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ่ถณใŒๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๅ…ˆใซใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆฎตใ€…ใจ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹้’ๅนดใซใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚้ป™ใฃใฆๅฝผใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใพใงใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใฎ่ƒธใใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใชใ€ใ‚“ใง.........ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใŒ่ก—ใฎไธญใซใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!!!ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ๆ€’ใ‚Šใฎๅฝข็›ธใงใใ†ๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใƒผใ€ไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅ…จ็„ถๅฟƒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใงไผšใฃใŸ? ไผšใฃใฆใŸใ‚‰ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญ! ่ฆšใˆใฆใชใ„ใ‚„โ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใตใ–ใ‘ใ‚“ใช! ใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ ใ‚......Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉ?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใง......ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใซๅ‚ๅŠ ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ......ใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใŒๅฑ…ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ ใฃใฆๅ€’ใ›ใŸใ ใ‚!!ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅฝผใฏใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ€ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ๅฝผใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใจๆˆฆใฃใฆๆฅใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆฑบใ—ใฆๅฐ‘ใชใใชใ„ไบบๆ•ฐใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆๆ‰€ใ‹? ใชใฎใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“็จ‹ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›่€…ใŒ่ก—ใฎไธญใซๅฑ…ใŸใ“ใจใŒ่จฑใ›ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใ‚„ใ‚Œใ‚„ใ‚Œใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ„ใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ƒธใใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใพใพใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎ็†ๆ€งใฏๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅฎŒๅ…จใซ้ ญใซ่ก€ใŒไธŠใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€่‡ชๅทฑ็ดนไป‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏใใคใญใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใฎใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผ? ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฏHใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผใชใ‚‰ใ€ใชใ‚“ใง่ก—ใฎๅฑๆฉŸใซๆˆฆใŠใ†ใจใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ......! ใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ใŒๆฅใฆใŸใ‚‰......ใ‚ใฎไบบ้”ใฏ......ๆญปใชใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใž!!ใ€ ใ€Œใพใš่žใใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„......ใŸใ ใ€็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏไฟบไปฅๅค–......็š†ๆญปใ‚“ใงใŸใ€‚้ญ”็ฃ้”ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚......!ใ€ ใฆใ“ใจใฏใ€ๅฝผใฏใใฎ็”Ÿใๆฎ‹ใ‚Šใฃใฆ่จณใ‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใช็›ฎใซ้ญใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€‚ใƒ‰ใƒณใƒžใ‚คใจใ—ใ‹่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใŒใชใ„ใ€‚่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญขใ‚ใฆใŠใใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ใพใๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅŠนใ‹ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใ•ใˆๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐ......!!ใ€ ๅฝผใซใจใฃใฆใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฏไฝ™็จ‹ๅคงๅˆ‡ใชไปฒ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅ˜ใซๅŒๆฅญ่€…ใŒๆญปใฌใฎใŒๅซŒใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใพใใใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใซใ—ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใฎใŸใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฐใง่ฉฑใ™ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใชใใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใ“ใฎ่ก—ใŒใฉใ†ใชใ‚ใ†ใจใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ˆใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ๆ–นใŒๅ„ชๅ…ˆ้ †ไฝใŒ้ซ˜ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆต็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚„ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚„ใ‚„ใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่จฑใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใใ‚Œใงๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒ็”Ÿใ่ฟ”ใ‚‹่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œใฃใจ......ไปŠๅบฆใฏๅƒ•ใซๆŽดใฟใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎ? ็ขบใ‹ใซๅƒ•้”ใŒๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆ? ใงใ‚‚ใ•ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ๆˆฆใŠใ†ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๆ€ใฏ่‡ช็”ฑๆ„ๆ€ใ ใ€ใใ—ใฆ......ๆˆฆใ‚ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๆ€ใ ใฃใฆใ€ไบบใฎ่‡ช็”ฑใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚้€ƒใ’ใฆใ‚‚่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใฏใ€ๅ›ใ ใฃใฆ่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใชใ‚“ใฆใฃใŸใฃใฆ......ๅ›ใ‚‚ใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ไบบ้”ใ‚‚ใ€ๅŒใ˜ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใ‚’้›ขใ—ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒธใใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงๅผ•ใๅฏ„ใ›ใ‚‹้’ๅนดใ€‚ใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใซใฏไฝ•ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ—ใ€่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่ฌ‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธๅนธใ‚’ไบบใฎๆ‰€็‚บใซใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใ€ๆญปใฌ่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅฅดใŒๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’ๅไน—ใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใๅ†’้™บ่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ ้ญ”็ฃใจใฎๆˆฆใ„ใฏใ€ใ€ŽใŠ้Šใณใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ......!! ......ใงใ‚‚!ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใŒ็”Ÿใๆฎ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใใฃใจๅ›ใ‚’่ญทใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ—ใฆๅ›ใฎ้‹ใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใฎใฏใ€ๅ›ใŒ่ถณใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎ้‹ใŒๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅ›ใŒไปŠๆ€’ใ‚Šใ€่‹ฆใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผใฎ่ƒธใฎไธญๅคฎใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅ…ˆใง่ปฝใ็ชใใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ›ใŒๅผฑใใ€็„ก่ฌ€ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผใฎ็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใฆใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚
What is this? Is this creature really "human" in the first place? I'm Clair Lumarl. In front of me, stands the H rank adventurer that I know little to nothing about him, Kitsune-sama. It says "He brightened the guild atmosphere" It says "He's a bit weird but funny" It says "Since he came, a senior who is usually indifferent became expressive." It says "He brings all kinds of trouble" It says "His smile is a little bit scary" As far as I'm concerned, I knew he was a strange boy. He is a boy with a pretty face if you say so, but if you look at him now, his smile is not scary at all. And, of course, there was nothing wrong with that, even though I asked Kitsune-sama to take care of Duke Orba, who was much more powerful than me. But to kill without leaving a corpse while smiling is a little bit .... And most of all, [Yeah, this is good.. Clair-chan It already end] With such ease, I feel like I finished my homework. It's not that easy to kill people. No matter how bad he is, killing people is a serious crime. Does this child even feel burdened after the murder? In fact, even Reis the killer under Duke Orba still has some sense of good or evil. But this kid has no consciousness of a killer. I can't even begin to feel his guilt of killing someone. Is there such a human being? No, Is it even exist? [Clair-chan? Your face is a bit pale. Are you okay? Look, Duke Orba is dead. The bad guy is gone so be more cheerful !!] [Eh! Aa Y... Yes] [Well, I don't know if you can be happy that someone's dead. I'm sorry] It seems there is a feeling that one person has died [Yeah, well then, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll tell you one thing. Make sure that no harm can reach Nico-chan okay? Ahh, me too of course] [Y... Yes] Even if you don't say it, who is going to be involved with the existence like you. At least I don't want to get involved with this kid. If the damage is done to him, I will definitely be involved with him in the future. It's the same for Nico Arcos and her father. No matter what it takes, I'll make sure that no harm can reach them. Not for others but for myself [Yeah, I killed the Duke, and Clair-chan cleaned up.I like it because we divide the role clearly. Well, I'll go to where Leila-chan is now. Let's go Rishe-chan] He said so, and left the room, passing me by. And then, for some reason, the chills enveloped my body. Against him, my heart was surely terrified The killer Reis was called God of Death. I used to think that It's an overstatement, but now I take it back. [Then. I'll leave the clean-up to you okay? Clair-chan. I'm cheering for you to turn this city into a rich and healthy city.] He looked back and hid a laugh, then said so with a smile like a naive boy. I might have thought that he was cute a little while ago. But, to me now ... the smile seemed to be a bit creepy now. [Ah Kitsune-kuuuuun ] [Leila-chan, Did you help Nico-chan father?] [Of course! Look, He's rolling over there.] [What ! Why did you tie him up like that] Not too long after we separated, Leila-chan seems to get along with Nico-chan quite well. They're holding hands together with a nice atmosphere. But the scene of Nico-chan father rolling around like that is quite disturbing. Did you just bring him here like that? Well, It would be nice to release him soon. For now, I release the miasma to broke the restraint. Yup, This is quite a convenient skill. [Nee..Kitsune, What are you going to do now? There's also a goblin king ......] [Yeah, well Let's keep the carriage and go into the town. If it's troublesome then, let's just feed them all to Leila-chan.] Well, at least Nico-chan's papa is fine. I'll just carry him using miasma then. The weight that can be lifted by the miasma is corresponding to my strength. With my strength right now. I can lift an adult up just fine. I think that duke Orba was a powerful wizard. Killing him should give me some experience. right? Well, I don't know if killing a human gives me some experience or not. I walk away and check my status. Status Name: Naginata Kitsune Gender: male Lv34 (|33UP) Strength: 600 STOP Stamina: 4210 Resistance: 8800 Agility: 4650 Magic power: 3420 Skill: Pain Nullification LV5 Instinct LV5 Status Appraisal Persistence Intimidating Near-Death Experience Magic Eye of Foresight Lv6 Miasma Resistance Lv6(|1UP) Miasma Aptitude Lv6 Miasma Manipulation Lv5 Evasive Maneuvers Lv1 Bargain Lv1 It's been a long time. Apparently, duke Orba's level was quite high. It seems that he only has a strength as a wizard but nothing on battle experience. He can only commands the army, isn't it? But my resistance isn't grow at all. Maybe, It's harder to grow as my level increases. My resistance status is in the realm of A rank, isn't it? If I'm not wrong, the hero's strength is around 8740 right. Well, he's stronger than me at that time. Maybe, It because he's more talented than me. But now I can receive his attack freely. Reis has 7820 strength after all. Well, attack power doesn't only rely on strength. Agility and Skill also have an effect on attack power too. So we can't just measure it using number. Now, I can withstand almost everything with my resistance. [Isn't it quiet around here? We have a goblin king around here right? But it's strange that I can't hear the sound of battle at all.] [Unnn.... Unn? Kitsune-kun. There's human coming here.] I can see a young red-hair man coming here from the entrance. With his hollow expression and a broken sword. He looks like a new adventurer since almost all of his equipment is new. What's wrong with the Goblin King here? Then, the young man notice us, and began to look at each one of us in turn. Starting from me Next, Nico-chan and her papa Then, Rishi-chan The last one is Leila-chan As he sees Leila-chan, he freezes and coming this way wobbly. We're waiting for him in silence. He grabbed Leila's collar. And then... [W.. Why did you still here in the city WHY!!!!!!!!!!!] He shouted at Leila in rage. [Hmmmmm, I have no idea what you're talking about. Have we ever met? I'm sorry if I have ever met you! I don't remember you at all] [Don't mess with me! You Leila Vermillion, isn't it? the C rank adventurer!!] [Yup, then?] [Why didn't you join the fight against the Goblin King? If you were there, you could have killed the Goblin King easily!!!] Apparently, he knows about Leila. Only the C rank adventurer Leila It seems. From his words, look like he fought with the Goblin King. Then someone he know should have died in the raid huh? But he doesn't think it's acceptable for someone as powerful as Leila-chan to be in the city. [haaa yare yare I can I have a moment?] I spoke to him as he grabbed Leila collar, then he turns to me. Don't let the blood get all over your head, young boy. Let's start with an introduction then. [I'm Kitsune. Leila-chan party leader. Rank H adventurer are you clear?] [If you are leader, then why didn't you try to fight the city crisis ! If you were here, they might not have died!!] [I'll ask you first. Where's the Goblin King?] [I don't know but...When I woke up, everything but me were dead. Monsters and adventurers.] So that's why he survived. I mean, it looks like you go through a lot. I can only say that much. If I were to tell you something, I would get beaten. So I won't. Well, it doesn't work even if you hit me though. [If you guys were there ....!!] For him, the dead adventurers were his precious comrades. Or was it simply that he didn't want his colleagues to die? Well, I don't care about that, I don't like talking about this stuff. I mean, we didn't even care what this city was going to be like. Protecting Nico-chan was our priority. I want you to forgive me because I have to set things straight with duke Orba. [I don't want to be told that. It's not like they're coming back to life again anyway.] [If we were indeed on our way,I don't think we will be able to defeat the Goblin King right away. But that's what I'm saying. It's our freedom to choose whether we want to fight or not. You know? You can't blame me for running away.You know that well, right? Me and the dead adventurer are also the adventurer too.] A young man pulls his hand away from Leila and grabs my shirt. Either way, I don't have anything to do with it, and I don't deserve to be blamed. Fight with the demon beast is not a play you know? [uhhhgu!! But!!!] [You survived because you had someone to protect you, and you were lucky. The other adventurers died because you dragged them down, they have bad luck. You are now angry and suffering BECAUSE---] That's what I'm saying. I poke the middle of his chest lightly with my fingertips [----BECAUSE YOU ARE WEAK AND RECKLESS] I looked at him in the eye and said so
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็ฃไบบใฎๆ€ง่ณช ใ€Œใตใ‚€ใตใ‚€......ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใ•ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ ใ•ใฆใ•ใฆใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎไธ€ไปถใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹่ฉฑใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ€ๅƒ•็š„ใซใฏใใ‚ใใ‚ไผ‘ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใใฃใฆๆ€ใฃใŸๆ‰€ใซ็ฌฌไบŒๆณขใŒๆฅใŸๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฎๅฑ•้–‹ใซใ€ๅ…จใไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ †ใ‚’่ฟฝใฃใฆๆ•ด็†ใ—ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใพใšใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใง้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใŒ่งฃ้™คใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใฎ็ตๆžœใ€ใฉใฃใจๆˆปใฃใฆใใŸ็–ฒๅŠดๆ„Ÿใซ็œ ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ไฝ“ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚‚ใ†้™็•Œใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ€ๆœ็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใŸใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€้šฃใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅฏใฆใŸใ€‚ใฏใ„ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ„ใ‚„ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใฎใ‹......? ใ“ใฎๅญๅƒ•ใฎๅพŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใŸใ—ใ€ๅฏใŸๅพŒใซๆฝœใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€ใจใ‹......ใ€ ไปŠใ‚‚้šฃใงๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใ•ใใ†ใซ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€่€ƒใˆใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐไป˜ใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ไปŠๅคœใฏๅฏใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ„ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ…ฅๅฎคใ‚’่ชใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆ™‚ใงใ•ใˆ้™บๆ‚ชใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ—ใ€ใพใ—ใฆใ“ใฎใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใƒขใƒผใƒ‰ใฎๅฎนๅงฟใฎใพใพใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใจใชใ‚‹ใจ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒใ„ใชใ„ใฎใŒๅ‡„ใไธๅฎ‰ใซใชใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใพใ•ใ‹ใพใ•ใ‹ใ€้ฃŸในใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ? ็ด„ๆŸใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใญ? ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‚‰ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅฏ้ฆ–ๆŽปใใžใ“ใ„ใคใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ใใคใญใใƒผใ‚“......ใ™ใดใƒผ......โ™กใ€ ๅฏใชใŒใ‚‰็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใŒใ‚‹ใ—ใ€‚ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚ˆใ‚‚ใ†ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชๅญใฐใฃใ‹ใ‚Š้›†ใพใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใจไผšใฃใŸใ‚‰้€€ๆฒปใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใŠใ†ใ‹ใช......ใใ‚Œใ‹ๅ‹‡่€…ใซๆƒšใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใฆๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚็ตถๅฏพๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅผทใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฃใจๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใฎๆ–นใŒ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€่ตทใใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ‹ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใ€ ใจใใ“ใธใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹้•ทใๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ„่Œถ่‰ฒใฎ้ซชใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚้ ญใซใฏ็Šฌ่€ณใ€ใŠๅฐปใซใฏ็ŠฌใฎๅฐปๅฐพใŒ็”Ÿใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ“ใจใชใใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซไผผใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅนผใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ๅคงไฝ“ๅฐๅญฆไธ‰ๅนด็”Ÿใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใชใ€‚ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏๅคงไฝ“ไธญๅญฆไธ‰ๅนด็”Ÿใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจ่ƒŒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠๅง‰ใ•ใ‚“็š„ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹? ใ€Œ......่ชฐ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใงใ™ใ€ ็ด ๆ€งใ‚’ๅฐ‹ใญใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏใƒซใƒซใจๅไน—ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฏใฏใฏใ€ๅŒใ˜ๅๅ‰ใชใ‚“ใฆใŠใ‹ใ—ใช่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใƒผใ‚“ใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“่ตทใใŸใƒผ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๆง˜......ใฏใ„ใ€็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸ......ใŸใ ใ€่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌไบบใŒใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใƒผ! ใ“ใฎๅฅณใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็›ฎใ‚’้›ขใ—ใŸ้š™ใซ!!ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅพŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ™ใ„ใƒผใฃใจ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซ้€Ÿๅบฆใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ก”้ขใซ้ ญ็ชใใ‚’ใ‹ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใŸใฃ......ใ†ใ…ใƒผใ‚“......ใ„ใŸใŸ......ใ‚ใฃโ™ช ใŠใฏใ‚ˆใฃใ€ใใคใญๅ›!ใ€ ใ€ŒๆŠฑใใคใใชใ€ ใ‚„ใ‚„ใ“ใ—ใใชใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๅ‰ฅใŒใ—ใ€ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰้™ใ‚ŠใŸใ€‚ๆž•ๅ…ƒใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใŸ็‹้ขใ‚’้ ญใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใŸใ‚Šๆ›ฒใ’ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆ่งฃใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅคงใใๆทฑๅ‘ผๅธใ—ใฆ้ฆ–ใ‚’ใ‚ณใ‚ญใƒƒใจไธ€ใค้ณดใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆ”นใ‚ใฆๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใ€ใใ—ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅไน—ใ‚‹ไธญไธ‰ไฝใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ„ใฆใ€็™ฝ้ซช่ตค็œผใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธŠใซๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ใจใ€‚ ใ•ใ—ใ‚ใŸใฃใฆ็ขบใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ในใใชใฎใฏใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใฃใŸใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใ‚‚ใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใŸ! ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎๅคœ็ช็„ถใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจ? ใใ†่žใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎๅคœ......ๅƒ•ใŒ็œ ใฃใŸๅพŒใซ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’่ฉฑใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ€ใชใซ......!?ใ€ ็งใŒ็œ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€้šฃใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ–็•Œใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใซๅบƒใŒใ‚‹ๅ…‰ใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใฆ็›ฎใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใใ“ใซใฏ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…‰ใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚็งใฏใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ‚’็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ในใใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ่งฆใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅ…‰ใฏ็†ฑใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซไฝ•ใ‹ๅฎณใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆ€ฅๆฟ€ใซใ€Žๆˆ้•ทใ€ใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸ! ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅนผใ•ใŒๅ–ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚‚ๅนณๅฆใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคšๅฐ‘ๅ‡นๅ‡ธใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่บซไฝ“ใธใจๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅ…‰ใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใคๅŽใพใ‚Šใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๆถˆใˆใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้ ญไธ€ใคๅฐใ•ใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใซใพใงๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚้ฉšๆ„•ใง็›ฎใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚‚ๅ‡บใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ‘ผๅธใงๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚“ใ‚“......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๆง˜......?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใ‚‹ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™......ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็œผใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใฉใใฃใจใ—ใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใซ่ฉฐใพใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅˆฅใซไฝ•ใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใฏใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่Ž็ธฎใ™ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ€ใจๆ€ใ„็›ดใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆŒจๆ‹ถใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ€็งใฏใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎๅค‰ๅŒ–ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ€ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ใบใŸใบใŸใจ่งฆใ‚Œใพใ‚ใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆ......ใˆ......? ใ“ใ‚Œใฃใฆ......ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใจใ€ใ•ใฃใใฑใใฃใฆๅ…‰ใฃใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œ็ฌฌไบŒๆฌกๆ€งๅพด......?ใ€ ใ€Œ็ฌฌใ€ไบŒๆฌกๆ€งๅพด? ใชใซใใ‚Œ?ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸๅค‰ๅŒ–ใซใคใ„ใฆๅฟƒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฝใคใ‚Šใจๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ€ใ€Ž็ฌฌไบŒๆฌกๆ€งๅพดใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใชใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ็งใฏ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใซใคใ„ใฆ่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐ้›ฃใ—ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใจ......็ง้”็ฃไบบใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ไบบ้–“ใจ้•ใฃใฆๅฐ‘ใ—็‰นๆฎŠใง......็‹ฉใ‚Šใ‚’็”Ÿๆฅญใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใจใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใจใงใฏๆˆ้•ทใซๅทฎใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ ใ€Œๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใฏใ€ไบบ้–“ใจๅŒใ˜ใงๆ™‚้–“ใจๅ…ฑใซ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ„ใใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉ......็‹ฉใ‚Šใ‚’็”Ÿๆฅญใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใจใใ‚Œใซๅฟœใ˜ใฆ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆ€ฅๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚‹ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€้€€ๆฒปใงใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใญ......ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใซๅฟœใ˜ใฆ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจ? ใ‚ใฏใฏใ€็Ÿญใ„ๅนผๅฅณๆœŸ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใญ! ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆ้šๅˆ†ใจๅคงไบบใณใŸๆ„Ÿใ˜ใซใชใฃใŸใญใ€‚่ฉฑใ™ใฎใ‚‚็ตๆง‹ๆตๆšขใซใชใฃใฆใใŸใ—ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๅฃฐใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅญไพ›ใฃใฝใ•ใŒๆŠœใ‘ใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใฃใฆใ“ใจใชใฎใ‹ใช? ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸ้ซชใ‚‚ใ‹ใชใ‚ŠไผธใณใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใ‚ใฃใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ†่บซไฝ“ใฎ็—›ใฟใฏๅคงไธˆๅคซ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใฏใ„......ใˆใ€ใจ......ๅคงไธˆๅคซใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹! ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸ!ใ€ ใพใใชใ‚“ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใใฆ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใจใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€่บซไฝ“ใฎ็—›ใฟใ‚‚ๅ–ใ‚ŒใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใ€่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰่ถณใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ๅนผใ„ๆ™‚ใซ่ฒฐใฃใŸๆœใŒใƒ”ใƒใƒ”ใƒใ ใ€‚่†ไธˆใพใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚นใ‚ซใƒผใƒˆใฎ่ฃพใŒใ€ไธ‹็€ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚ฎใƒชใฎๆ‰€ใพใงไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซ่ƒธๅ…ƒใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸ่†จใ‚‰ใฟใง็ชใฃๅผตใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฆ–่ผชใฏๅฅด้šทใฎๆˆ้•ทใซๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซไฝœใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ„ๅคงใใ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅค–ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่‰ฒใฃใฝใใชใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ......่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใซๆœใ‚’่ฒฐใ„่กŒใ“ใฃใ‹!ใ€ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰็ง้”ใฏใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใฃใฆใ€ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚กใƒƒใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใ‚ทใƒงใƒผใŒๆœใพใง็ถšใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ไปŠๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸๆ‰€ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹......ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๆ•ฐ็€ๆœใ‚’่ฒฐใฃใŸใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใฆใ“ใจใฏ......ใƒžใ‚ธใงใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“้ฉšใ‹ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใ„......ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ‚“ใชใซ้ฉšใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ—ใญใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚‰ๆ™‚้–“ใจๅ…ฑใซ่ตทใ“ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸ่จณใ ใ—ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒ้…ใ„ใ‹้€Ÿใ„ใ‹ใฎ้•ใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆฅใซๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใพใๅคšๅฐ‘ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ท่ฃœๆญฃใŒๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใใ‚Œใงๅƒ•้”ใซใจใฃใฆใฏๅพ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใใ‚Œใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ“ใฃใกใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅคงๅค‰ใ ใ—......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ชใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใกใ‚‰ใฃใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใซๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใฆๅฏๆ„›ใ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ไปŠใฏ็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใงใ€้ก”ใ‚‚่ตคใใชใ„ใ—็›ฎใซใƒใƒผใƒˆใƒžใƒผใ‚ฏๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใชใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆ˜ผใจๅคœใ˜ใ‚ƒ็™บๆƒ…ๅบฆใซ้•ใ„ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€‚ไปŠๆœฌๆฐ—ใง่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅคœใ‚ˆใ‚Š่ฉฑใŒ้€šใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใง็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใชใ„่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅˆ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒๅคœใŒๆ€–ใ„ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†! ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใฎๅฅณใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎ!? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ๆ˜จๆ—ฅๅ‘ผใณๅ‡บใ•ใ‚Œใฆไผšใ„ใซ่กŒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใ ใฃใŸใฃใฆๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใฆใ„ใ„ใจใ‹่‰ฒใ€…ๆกไปถไป˜ใ‘ใฆๆญขใ‚ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใฌใฌใฌใฌ.........!ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใช? ็งใจใใคใญๅ›ใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅ็ตใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ป™ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ‘ใฐไฝ•่จ€ใ„ใ ใ™ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‹ใจใ‹ๅ™‚ใŒๆตใ‚Œใใ†ใงๆ€–ใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅญใจไป˜ใๅˆใ†ๅฅดใจใ‹ๆญฃๆฐ—ใฎๆฒ™ๆฑฐใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ ใ‘ใซใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฏๅคœใซๆฏ”ในใฆๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„ๅคงไบบใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€ๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ‚Šไธ€ๆ—ฅไธญใใฃใคใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบ‹ใซใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไปฅๅค–ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅคงๆญ“่ฟŽใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใ ใ‘ใฏ็„ก็†ใ€‚่กŒใ้ŽใŽใฆ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€‚ ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซ่€ๆ€งๅ€คไธŠใ’ใฆใ“ใฎๅญใŒ่„…ๅจใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใพใงๆˆ้•ทใ—ใชใ„ใจ......ใ„ใคใ‹็ตถๅฏพๅทฆ็œผใ˜ใ‚ƒๆธˆใพใชใใชใ‚‹......ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๅทฆ็œผ่ฟ”ใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใฉใ†ใ›ใใฎใŠ่…นใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ใใฃใกใ‚ƒใใกใ‚ƒใซใชใฃใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใ€ใพใๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไปฒ่‰ฏใใ—ใฆใญใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใƒผโ™กใ€ ใ€Œใฏใฏใฃใ€้ง„็›ฎใ ใ“ใ‚Šใ‚ƒใ€ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆ‰‹ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใงใฏ่จฑใใ†ใ€‚ไธ€ๆ—ฅ1ๅ›žใ‚ญใ‚นใ—ใชใใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ......ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใใ‚ใใ‚ใ‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใŒใ€ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ„ใŒใฟๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‹ไบŒไบบใ‚’็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ใคใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใใ€‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใŸใ€‚ ่‰ฒใ€…ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใฏๅƒ•้”ใฎๆบ–ๅ‚™ใŒๆ•ดใฃใŸใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚้Ž่จ€ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ่€ๆ€งใ‚‚ๆฃฎใ‚’ๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ไฝใฏใ‚คใ‚ฑใ‚‹็จ‹ใซไธŠๆ˜‡ใ—ใŸใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไบˆๆƒณๅค–ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใšใ‚‚ใŒใชใ€ใใ“ใซSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅŠ ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆˆฆๅŠ›็š„ใซใฏๆœ€ๅผทใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใจ่จ€ใˆใ‚‹่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซ็•™ใพใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚ใใ‚่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ€‚็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸไบบ้–“ใ€ใ€Žๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ใซไผšใ„ใซใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใจใ‹ใŠไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใฃใŸไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใ‚’ใฎใ•ใฐใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใŠใใฎใฏๅฟใณใชใ„ใ€ๅฑ้™บใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ!ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็›ฎใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใŸใ€‚้ฉšใ„ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใชใ„ใฎใ‹็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใ•ใใ†ใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆ“ฆใ‚Šใคใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ€ใ‚ใš่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใŒๆผใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ฅŸ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๆ‘˜ใพใ‚“ใง่‚ฉใซไน—ใ›ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้กใ‚’ใ“ใคใ‚“ใจๅฉใใ€‚ใซใธใ‚‰ใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ†่ตคใ„็œผใฎๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ๅฏใฃ่ปขใŒใฃใŸใพใพ็˜ดๆฐ—ใซไน—ใฃใฆ็ฉบไธญใซๆตฎ้Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไพฟๅˆฉใใ†ใ ใชใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใฆใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๆœใซๅ‡บ็™บใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€ใ‚ใฎๅ›ฝใคใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใใƒผใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใŒๅฌๅ–šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏๆฅฝใ—ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ—ใญใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใŒใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆฅฝใ—ใฟใจใ„ใฃใŸ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ“ใฎๅญใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่ก—ใซๅ‡บใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ๆญฃ็›ดใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏๅฎŒๅ…จใซ้ญ”ๆ—ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆญฃไฝ“ใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆญฃ็›ดๅฅด้šทใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจ่‡ชไฝ“ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅค–ใซๅ‡บใŸใ‚‰็ตถๅฏพใƒใƒฌใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใชใใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆๆฅใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไธŠๆ‰‹ใ„ๆกˆใฏๆตฎใ‹ใฐใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅ…ƒใฎ้ป’้ซช้ป’็›ฎใฎไบบ้–“ใƒขใƒผใƒ‰ใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใˆใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซไฝ•ใ‚’่ฆๆฑ‚ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ไป•ๆ–นใชใๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใซใ‚‚ใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใใ†้ ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚
Beast-kin's Trait "Hmm... I see, I don't understand it at all." Well then, after I somehow managed to settle down the case about {Red Night} - Leila Vermilion -, I felt like I wanted to immediately took a rest but, right now, I feel like the second wave of event have started, I don't understand it at all, but let's try to sort out what happened first. First, I took along Leila-chan, or rather I ignored Leila-chan who followed me, and then returned to my room. Then, the instant I entered my room, the {Near-death experience} skill was cancelled. And because of that, I immediately felt a great drowsiness. Perhaps, my stamina was already at its limit. And then, when I woke up this morning, without Finia-chan and Lulu-chan around, there was Leila-chan who was sleeping next to me. "...wait, but perhaps it isn't that strange, right...? This girl did following me here, after all, so perhaps when I was asleep, she slipped into the bed, or something along that line..." If I rethink about Leila-chan who is sleeping soundly next to me, it won't be strange for her to be here since she did following me here, after all. It's just, since I asked Finia-chan to don't sleep last night, there was no why she'd allow her to enter the room. Finia-chan'd always made such threatening expression at Leila-chan even when she didn't know that she was {Red Night} , after all, that's why when Leila-chan entered this room while still at her {Red Night} mode, then it shouldn't be strange for them to had a fight here, right? That means, I'm very uneasy at the fact that Finia-chan and Lulu-chan aren't in this room. Could it be, she didn't eat them, right? She had promised, after all, right? If she really ate them then I'd really kill her at her sleep. "Ufu, ufufu... Kitsune-kun... I luv..." She even still lustful when asleep. How scary, why? Why must such kind of girl that gathered around me? If I meet the hero, could I ask him to exterminate her, I wonder? ... Ah, that's it, I must believe at the possibility that she might fall for the hero instead, then I could simply pass her away at him. I'm sure he's definitely way stronger than me, after all, and since he's also an otherworlder so I'm sure he'd taste way better than me. Perhaps. Nonetheless, where are Finia-chan and Lulu-chan, I wonder? "Ah, you have awoken, Kitsune-sama." And, at that time, there's a girl with a long bright brown hair who enters the room. There's dog ears atop her head, and there's also a dog tail at her buttock. She looks somewhat similar like Lulu-chan, but Lulu-chan was a bit younger, she looked like a little girl of a third-year student of elementary school, after all. The girl before me has an appearance that of a girl at her third-year middle school, after all, she's way taller than Lulu-chan. Perhaps, is she Lulu-chan's older sister, or someone along that line? "...who are you?" "Lulu-desu." When I asked who the girl was, she named herself as Lulu. "Lulu-chan, have Kitsune-san awoken?" "Ah, Finia-sama... yes, he has awoken... it's just, there's an unknown person." "Aa!! That girl, when I took my eyes off even for just a bit!!" After that, Finia-chan comes flying from her rear. And then, the moment she notices Leila-chan, she speed up herself, and clashes herself at Leila-chan's face head first. "Ow... hnn... it hurts... Ah, morning, Kitsune-kun!" "Don't cling at him." Since it has become very complicated, First of all, I take Finia-chan away from Leila-chan, then I get off from the bed. Putting the lying on the bed fox mask at my head, I decide to stretch my body first. And then, taking a deep breath, I stretch my neck and make a cracking sound. After that, I look at my surrounding again. Finia-chan is still like usual, then there a girl with appearance akin to a girl around her third-year in middle school who named herself as Lulu-chan, and lastly there's Leila-chan with white hair and red eyes who is sitting atop the bed, huh. The one I need to ascertain first is, Lulu-chan, right? "Did Lulu-chan always looks like this, I wonder?" "I was also surprised! It happened suddenly last night, after all!" What do you mean? When I ask so, Finia-chan starts telling us... what happened last night, when I was asleep. "Wh, what is it...!?" The moment when I was almost got asleep, suddenly there was a dazzling light spreaded. My eyes were opened wide in surprise, the one there was Lulu-chan whose body was emitting that dazzling light. Even in my bewildered state, I still could grasp the transformation that occurred at Lulu-chan's body, then I touched Lulu-chan's body. The light felt a bit hot, but I didn't feel like it'd bring any harm to her body. And then, Lulu-chan's body suddenly started {growing} ! In an instant, the childish appearance at her face disappeared, even I can see that bulges were appeared at the flat part of her body. I didn't know what happened, but unlike Kitsune-san who was a human, Lulu-chan was a {Beast-kin} . Perhaps they had unique traits that were different from human. And, the light was diminishing little by little, and when it completely disappeared, Lulu-chan's body had grown into one head short than Kitsune-san's. My eyes were opened wide in surprise, she didn't say anything, but I could see that her body was still breathing, I felt a bit relieved the moment I noticed that she was still alive. "...nn... Finia-sama...?" "Ah...Lu, Lulu-chan." "Good morning...." And then, Lulu-chan was awoken. I was lost of words in surprise, but since it wasn't something bad, so there was no need to fret over it, or so I thought. Thus, to Lulu-chan who greeted me, I said 'good morning' in reply. The just awoken Lulu-chan noticed the transformation that occurred at her own body, and started patting her whole body in bewilderment. "Eh... eh...? This is...." "Umm, just now, your body was shining and suddenly grown, you see...." "Secondary trait...?" "Secondary, trait? What is that?" Seemed like Lulu-chan had an idea about what happened to her body. {Secondary trait} that she said in her murmur, just what was that? I inclined my neck and asked her for explanation about it, and then Lulu-chan started explaining it with a somewhat hard expression. "Umm... us, beast-kin, are a bit different from human... there's a difference of growth between people who live as a hunter and people who live like ordinary people-desu." "I see." "People who live ordinarily are, similarly like human, they grow along the time, but... people who live as hunter, their body would rapidly grow in accordance to the increase of their level-desu." Come to think of it, Lulu-chan's level was increased after we subjugated the "Arachne", right? ... Did that means, because her level increased, her body grown in accordance? Ahaha, she sure had a short childhood period! Nonetheless, after her growth, she felt like had become somewhat a bit more mature, right? Her speech had become more affluent, after all, or rather, I felt like her childish ambiance was a bit lessened from her voice. Did that means that she also grown mentally, I wonder? Even her just got cut hair was also considerably grown, after all. "Hee... ah, Lulu-chan, is your body still in pain?" "Ah... umm... I'm fine-desu." "I see! Thanks god!" Well, nonetheless, thanks god that it wasn't something bad. Even for Lulu-chan, it seemed like it was a good transformation, after all, and the pain of her body also had disappeared, thanks god. Thereupon, Lulu-chan put her legs down from the bed and stood up. The clothes that she got in her little girl time was bursting in tight. The cuff of her skirt that used to reach her knee, right now it was raised to the point just barely hid her underwear. Moreover, the bulges that grown at her chest were sticking out itself proudly. The slavery choker was transforming in accordance to its holder body so the size was just perfectly match her, but other than that were became somehow looked erotic. "It's a bit... tight-desu." "...Let's go and ask Ayla-san for some now clothes!" After that we went to meet Ayla-san, and after Ayla-san saw the just grown Lulu-chan, she performed a fashion show out of her till morning came. "Then, you just returned from there, huh...." "Yup, we got a lot of clothes, you know!" "That means... she really is Lulu-chan, huh." "Yes, sorry for surprising you...." I wasn't that surprised. Since here's a fantasy world so something like that might really happen, after all. Or rather, regarding Lulu-chan's growth, it'll eventually happen along the time, so it's just a matter of how fast or slow that growth pace, so I don't particularly mind it. Well, there's also status correction, after all, so as far as we concerned, since it's a good thing so let's just don't fret over it too much. "Well, that isn't particularly a problem. This one is way more troublesome, after all...." "Hmm? Ahaha." I take a glance at Leila-chan. And then, noticing my glance, she cutely laughs. Seems like right now she isn't in her lustful state, her face isn't flushed and there's also no heart marks at her eyes. Seems like there's a lust switch that would get switched along the alteration between day and night. I'm really grateful of it. Nonetheless, even when she could communicates better than at night, it doesn't necessarily means that she wouldn't be at her lustful state. In that case, night would become a dangerous period. "That's right! Why is this girl even here!? Kitsune-san!" "Ah... yesterday, I met her after got called, you see... and then, I noticed that Leila-chan was actually the monster back then, and since I was almost got eaten so I told her that she could live together with me along with many other conditions so that she'd stop at trying to eat me." "Gunununu....!" "Do you understand it now? I and Kitsune-kun are bound together ever since yesterday!" "Could you please be quiet for a bit?" It sure would be scary if suddenly there's a rumor that said that I and Leila-chan are dating. Dating this girl isn't a matter of sanity again, but the miasma. Nonetheless, compared to her at night, at day she is considerably more docile, seems like she won't cling at me the whole time like how I expected her to be. If it's not Leila-chan then I'll greatly welcome it, though, but this sole girl is impossible for me. There's a possibility she might overdo it and accidentally eat me, after all. I have to increase my resistance to the point that her attack won't become a threat for me as fast as possible... the next time, I feel like she won't be satisfied with just my right eye, after all... or rather, please return my left eye. After all, it's inside that stomach of yours, right? Just throw out up. "That's why, well, since she's going to be together with us, so please be nice to each other, right?" "No way!" "No~" "Hahaha, sound like hopeless." For now, let's permit her to just lick my arms. I still have to kiss her once a day though. "Well then... I think it's almost the time." "Time, for what?" Ignoring the two who are quarreling, I murmur so. And Lulu-chan inclines her head. Many things happened, but it won't be an exaggeration to say that our preparations are already quite in order. My resistance has reached the point where it would let me survive through that forest, Rishe-chan also has become able to fight, it's outside my expectation, but Lulu-chan also has grown, Finia-chan is goes without saying, I think, and then we also have Leila-chan, the S rank demon. War potentials-wise, I'm pretty confident to call ourselves as the strongest party. So, there's already no reason for us to stay at this country, right? I think it's almost the time we need to go there, to the Grandile Kingdom. To meet the person who was summoned from another world, the {Hero} . To be honest, at this country there are Mia-chan, Ayla-san and many other person who I'm indebted to, but I can't just let {Red Night} to do as it pleased, it's too dangerous, after all. "Yup, I think it's almost the time we need to leave this country." "!" At my word, Lulu-chan opens her eyes wide. I pat Lulu-chan's head whose face is filled by surprise. In doing so, perhaps this part is still the same as usual, she rubs her head with such happy expression as usual. Unintentionally, I let out a bitter smile. Then, I pinch Finia-chan at the nape of her neck and put her at my shoulder, and knock Leila-chan at her forehead. The red eyed girl is laughing while laying around atop her floating miasma. It seems very convenient, right? "Anyway, today we're going to make our preparation to take a journey toward Grandile Kingdom, and we're going to departure tomorrow morning." "Eh~, that country is boring, though." "Seems like not too long ago they had summoned a hero, so I think it has become a bit more interesting, you know?" And if he's into your liking then I'll push you away to him, after all. When I think so, Leila-chan floats a smile that contains a bit of anticipation. Is it okay to take along a girl with such appearance around the town? To be honest, her appearance is completely that one of a demon, though. Finia-chan's true nature has been exposed, Lulu-chan was actually indeed a slave, it's good since it seems like everyone hasn't noticed that Leila-chan is actually a demon, but if she goes outside as it is, I'm pretty sure she'd immediately get exposed, right? Considering that, I'm pondering about it a bit. "It can't be helped, Lulu-chan... for now, could you please wake Rishe-chan up?" However, I haven't got any decent plan. It would be good if Leila-chan would revert her appearance back into that one of a girl with black hair and black eyes, but, I don't know what she might demand from me in exchange. Since it's inevitably that we still need to go outside, so I ask the just grown Lulu-chan to do so.
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ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ‰่ƒฝ ็งใฏๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใ€ไบบใฎๆƒณใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸ็‰นๅˆฅใชๅฆ–็ฒพใ ใ€‚ ็งใฎ็”Ÿใฟใฎ่ฆชใŒ็งใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ™็จ‹ใฎๅผทใ„ๆƒณใ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใฏ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌ็งใฎ็”Ÿใฟใฎ่ฆชใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใจๅŒใ˜ใงใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅคงๅฅฝใใ ใ€‚ๅŽณๅฏ†ใซใฏใ€ใพใ ไผšใฃใฆไธ€ๆ—ฅใ‚‚็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไธ€็›ฎ่ฆ‹ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซ็งใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ“ใใŒๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎๆƒณใ„ไบบใ ใจ็ขบไฟกใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซ็งใ‚‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใฃใจใ€Žใใ†ใ€ใซ้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅผฑใ„ใ€‚ๅผทๅŠ›ใชๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใพใ ใพใ ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใฆใงๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅผทใ„่€…ใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่ถณๅ…ƒใซใ‚‚ๅŠใฐใชใ„็งใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ใšใฃใจๅผฑใ„ใ€‚็งใจๆˆฆใˆใฐ้ญ”ๆณ•ใชใ‚“ใฆไฝฟใ†ใพใงใ‚‚็„กใๅ‹ใคไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใŒ่ญทใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใชใ„ใจ็›ดใใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚่ฒงๅผฑใงใ€่„†ๅผฑใงใ€่™šๅผฑใ€ๅนใ‘ใฐ็ฐกๅ˜ใซๆถˆใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ๅฐใ•ใช ๆฃฎใฎไธญใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏ็”Ÿใใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฟ…ๆญปใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใ‚„่จ€ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๅ…จใ็„ฆใ‚Šใ‚„ไธๅฎ‰ใŒๆฑฒใฟๅ–ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎ็žณใฏใ„ใคใ ใฃใฆ้€†ๅขƒใฎไธญ็”ŸใๆŠœใ“ใ†ใจๅฟ…ๆญปใ ใฃใŸใ€‚็‹ผใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚่ซฆใ‚ใชใ„ใ€ๅคง่œ˜่››ใจๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๆใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ไฝ•ใซ็ธ‹ใ‚Šใคใ„ใฆใงใ‚‚็”Ÿใใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๅงฟใฏใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚้†œใใ€็—›ใ€…ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใŠใ†ใจใ€ใพใŸ้ญ”็ฃใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ไธๆ„ๆ‰“ใกใซใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ—ใฆใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏๆฏ’ใงๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏ่œ‚ใฎ้›†ๅ›ฃใ€‚ใƒ–ใƒณใƒ–ใƒณใจ็พฝ้ŸณใŒไธๅฟซใช้Ÿณใซใชใฃใฆใ€่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•่ญทใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ ใใ‚“ใช่€ƒใˆใŒ้ ญใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏๆญปใชใ›ใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€ใ ใฃใฆใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏไปŠ......ใ€Ž็‹ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ€‚่ชฐใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ€่ชฐใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ไบบใ€ๅญค็‹ฌใซๆญปใฌใชใ‚“ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•็งใŒ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚’่ƒŒใซ้š ใ—ใŸใ€‚้บป็—บใ—ใŸ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็„ก็†็Ÿข็†ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆๅ–ใฃใŸ่กŒๅ‹•ใŒใ€็งใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใชใๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็งใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๆƒณใ†ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ่†จใ‚ŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚่ƒธใŒๅผตใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ‘ใใ†ใชใปใฉใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ไปŠใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‘ใฐ็งใฏๅ‹•ใใ ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่‡ชๆ…ขใฎ็พฝใ‚’ใฏใŸใ‚ใ‹ใ›ใฆใ€่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹่œ‚ใซ็ชๆ’ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏใ€ๆญปใชใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆ™ฎ้€šใชใ‚‰ๆบœใ‚ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใช้ญ”ๆณ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใฎ็งใฏใ“ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๅณๅบงใซ็ต„ใฟ็ซ‹ใฆใ€็™บๅ‹•ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏๅผทใ„ๆƒณใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๅฆ–็ฒพโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎๆƒณใ„ใจๅŒใ˜ๆƒณใ„ใ‚’ๅฆ–็ฒพ่‡ช่บซใŒๆŠฑใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๆ›ดใซๅผทใ„ๅŠ›ใ‚’็™บๆฎใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฐใ•ใใ€็™ฝใ„็„”ใŒใพใจใ‚ใฆๆ•ฐๅŒนใฎ่œ‚ใ‚’ๆถˆๆป…ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅกตใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใ•ใชใ„ๅ‹ขใ„ใ€็ฉบไธญใงๅฎŒๅ…จ็‡ƒ็„ผใ—ใ€ๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใกใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซ็‡ƒใˆๅฐฝใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไธๆ„ๆ‰“ใกไธŠ็ญ‰! ่™ซๅ…ฑๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใŠใ„ใง! ใ“ใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณๅฆ–็ฒพใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไธ€ๅŒนๆฎ‹ใ‚‰ใš็›ธๆ‰‹ใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚“ใ‚ˆใฃ!ใ€ ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฅฝใใ ใจๆ€ใ†ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒ็งใฎๅŽŸๅ‹•ๅŠ›ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๆƒณใ„ใŒ็งใ‚’ๅผทใใ™ใ‚‹! ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฎไธ‹ใ‚’้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ€่œ‚้”ใจใฎๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚’้–‹ๅง‹ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚‚็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚็‚Žใฎๅ…‰ใจๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒๅฝ“ใŸใฃใŸ้ŸณใŒ่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆฃฎใฎไธญใง็ซใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใฎใฏๅฑฑ็ซไบ‹็š„ใชๅฑ้™บใŒไผดใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใใ†ใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆญปใฌใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ใพใ‚Š็ฆๆญขๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใŒใ€ไปŠใ“ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจ่ท้›ขใ‚’้›ขใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ไธๅฎ‰ใŒๅ‹Ÿใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธๅนธใชใ“ใจใซใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏไปŠ้บป็—บๆฏ’ใงๆŒ‡ไธ€ๆœฌๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ„็Šถๆ…‹ใชใฎใ ใ€ไปŠๅˆฅใฎ่œ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€็™บๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ ไปŠๅบฆใฏ็ญ‹่‚‰ใ‚„็ฅž็ตŒ็ณปใŒ้บป็—บใ—ใฆๅฟƒ่‡“้บป็—บใ‚„ๅฟƒ่‚บๅœๆญขใ‚’ๅผ•ใ่ตทใ“ใ™ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใŸ้™ใ‚Šใงใฏใ‚ใฎ่œ‚ใฏๅๆ•ฐๅŒนใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€่œ‚ใฏๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๅทฃใ‚’ไธญๅฟƒใซๅบƒใ„็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใง่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅบƒ็ฏ„ๅ›ฒๆ•…ใซใ€ไธ€ๅŒนใงๆดปๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใฐใ—ใฐ่ฆ‹ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎๆ•ฐใŒ้›†ๅ›ฃใง่กŒๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใจใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎ็™ฝใ„่ŠฑใŒ็พค็”Ÿใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒๆ…ฎใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆ้žๅธธใซไธๅ‘ณใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใฃ......ใใใ€ๅ‹•ใ‹ใญใƒผ......ใ€ ไฝ•ใจใ‹ๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š้บป็—บใง่บซไฝ“ใฏๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚็ญ‹่‚‰ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใใ†ใจ่„ณใŒ้›ปๆฐ—ไฟกๅทใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€็—™ๆ”ฃใ—ใŸ็ญ‹่‚‰ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฎŸ่กŒใซ็งปใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’ๆ‰“็ ดใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใŒ็„กใ„ใ‹ใ€็ ดใ‚Œใ‹ใถใ‚Œใซใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰: ๆ•ๆท:10 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:20 ใ ใŒใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็Šถๆ…‹็•ฐๅธธใฎ่กจ็คบใชใฎใ‹ใ€้บป็—บใฎ่กจ็คบใŒๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅค–ใฏๅ‰ใจๅŒใ˜ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃใ......!ใ€ ๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใฎๆ‰“้–‹็ญ–ใ‚‚ๆตฎใ‹ใฐใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่€ณใซใ€ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใฎ้ŸณใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒ–ใƒ–ใƒ–...... 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ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฎ12ๅ€ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่ธใพใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่€ๆ€งๅ€คใฏใ“ใฎ่œ‚ใฎ้‡ใ‚’็”Ÿ่บซใงๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไฝใฎ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใงใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ•ใ‹......ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’็™บๆฎๅ‡บๆฅใฆใชใ„......?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‹่ฆ‹่ฝใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ€‚่€ๆ€ง100ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’็™บๆฎๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆš‡ใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่œ‚ใฏใ€ๆ€่€ƒใ™ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆ•ตใจใฟใชใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ้‡ใŒๅฐ„ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€ไธ–็•ŒใŒใ‚นใƒญใƒผใƒขใƒผใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚้‡ใฎๅ…ˆ็ซฏใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใค่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๅ…ˆใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็œ‰้–“ใ€็ขบๅฎŸใซๆญปไบกใ‚ณใƒผใ‚นใพใฃใ—ใใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใใฎๆ™‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚’ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ๆ–นๆณ•ใ‚’่žใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใ€็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใงไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใงๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใจ่กจ็คบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒๅ™›ใฟๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ็ตๆžœโ€•โ€•โ€•่‚‰ไฝ“ใŒ้‡ใ‚’้˜ฒใ’ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใจๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้‡ใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎๅทฎใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใ‚’็ฉฟใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ (โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใชใ‚‰......) ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚นใƒญใƒผใƒขใƒผใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใฎไธญใงใ€็”Ÿใใ‚‹ๆœ›ใฟใ‚’ใพใ ๆจใฆใชใ„ใ€‚่€ๆ€ง100ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ฟซใ‚‹้‡ใŒ่‡ช่บซใฎ่‚‰ไฝ“ใ‚’็ฉฟใฆใ‚‹็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„ใจไฟกใ˜ใŸใ€‚ๆ€ใ„่พผใฟใ€ใใฎ้‡ใ‚’็”Ÿ่บซไธ€ใคใงๅฏพๆŠ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ (ใพใ ใ€ๆญปใญใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ......!!) 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ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฏๅŠนใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆฏ’ใ‚’ๅŠนใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ„่พผใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰้บป็—บใงๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๅŠนใ‹ใชใ„ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚ŒใฐๆœฌๆฅใฏๅŠนใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆฏ’ใชใฉๅฑใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้‡ใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸ่œ‚ใ‚’็ด ๆ‰‹ใงๆ•ใ‚‰ใˆใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่œ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒ้€šใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใงๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ้…ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ้‡ใฎ็„กใใชใฃใŸๅ›ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅ…จ็„ถๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ€‚้‡ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใใฎๆ™‚ใ€่œ‚ใฏ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’็กฌ็›ดใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใจๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใŸ่œ˜่››ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๅฑ้™บใชๆฐ—้…ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚่œ‚ใฏใ‚ธใ‚ฟใƒใ‚ฟใจใ‚‚ใŒใใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใซใ‹ใๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹้™ใ‚Š่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚ŠใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใงใ€ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใซใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใ“ใฎๅฑ้™บใชๆฐ—้…ใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใ ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€:ๆ•ตใจๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ๅ„ชไฝใซ็ซ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅจๅœงใ—ๅฟƒใ‚’ๅœงใ—ๆŠ˜ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซๅ„ชไฝใซ็ซ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซๅทฎใซ้–ขไฟ‚ใชใ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅจๅœงใ—็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซๅœงๅ€’ใ™ใ‚‹ๅ‡ถๆ‚ชใชใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ•ตใจ่ช่ญ˜ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ไธ‹ไฝใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใฏ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใจใ€็™บๅ‹•ใซใฏๆง˜ใ€…ใชๆกไปถใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆฑบใพใ‚Œใฐ็ขบๅฎŸใซๆก”้ŸณใฎๅŠ›ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฎ......ใ‚ฃ......!ใ€ ่œ‚ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆ‰‹ใงๆŠ‘ใˆใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็œผใ‚’็›ด่ฆ–ใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚็œผใ‚’้›ขใ—ใŸใ„ใฎใซใ€้›ขใ›ใชใ„ใ“ใฎ็ŠถๆณใŒๆ‹ทๅ•ใฎๆง˜ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฃ็ซฏใ‚’ๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใชใŒใ‚‰่œ‚ใฎ็พฝใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†่œ‚ๅ›ใ€ๅ›ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใงใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‘ใใ†ใ ใ€ ใถใกใถใกใจ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆ่œ‚ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็พฝใ‚’ๅ…จใฆๅผ•ใๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ€‚่œ‚ใฏๆ‚ฒ้ณดใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใงไป–ใฎ่œ‚ใŒๅฏ„ใ›้›†ใพใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บๆ€งใ‚’้˜ฒใใŸใ‚ใซใ€่œ‚ใฎๅฃใซๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฏ’้‡ใ‚’ๆปใ˜่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่œ‚ใฎๆฏ’ใฏ่œ‚่‡ช่บซใซใ‚‚ๅŠนใใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€่œ‚ใฏใ‚‚ใŒใใฎใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆ็—™ๆ”ฃใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใฆใฃใใ‚Š่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฏ’ใฏๅŠนใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่œ‚ใ‚’ๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใจใ—ใฆ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒๅคฑใ›ใŸใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฎบใ™ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใชใ‚Šใซใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไฝฟใ„ๆ–นใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸ่œ‚ใซใฏๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€็พฝใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸ่œ‚ใฏใ“ใฎใพใพไป–ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆ•้ฃŸใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใŒ่œ‚ใฏๅฎ‰ๅ ตใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆใ“ใฎๅพŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅˆฅใฎ้ญ”็ฃใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ไฝใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพๆ”พ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚Œใฐไป–ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใซ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ่จ€่‘‰ใฏ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„่œ‚ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใˆใฃใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซ็ตถๆœ›ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใงไพ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€้ฆ–ๅŠใ‚Šใฎๅไธ‰้šŽๆฎตใ‚’็™ปใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒ่œ‚ใ‚’ๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸๆ–นใŒใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ฎ......!?ใ€ ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ‚ชๆ„ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใชๆฐ—้…ใŒๆ›ดใซๅฑ้™บๅบฆใ‚’ๅข—ใ™ใ€่œ‚ใฏ็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใซ็—™ๆ”ฃใจใฏๅˆฅใง่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใ›ใŸใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใŒๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ€ๆญปใŒ้ฟใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็ขบไฟกใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฃใใพใงใฏๆฎบใ•ใชใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ›ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใŸใ‚‰ๆฎบใ—ใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ•ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่œ‚ใ‚’ๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใจใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎไธŠใซ่‡ช่บซใฎ่ถณใ‚’่ฝใจใ™ใ€‚ ใƒกใ‚ญใƒฃใ‚ฐใƒใƒฃใ€ใจใ‚ฐใƒญใƒ†ใ‚นใ‚ฏใช้ŸณใŒ้Ÿฟใ„ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ถณใฎไธ‹โ€•โ€•โ€•่œ‚ใฏๆฝฐใ‚Œใฆๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ่œ‚ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ่ถณใŒ่ฝใกใฆใใ‚‹็žฌ้–“ใ€็ฒพ็ฅžใŒๅดฉๅฃŠใ—ใŸใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆœ€ๅพŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ถณใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ธใฟใคใถใ—ใฆ่กŒใๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ‚’ไป–ไบบไบ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚นใ‚คใƒƒใƒใŒๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใฆ.........ใ‚“?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่œ‚ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ้•ๅ’Œๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‹ใ•ใšใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใง็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ใจใไพฟๅˆฉใ ใชใใจๆ€ใ„ใคใคใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš่€ๆ€งLv8ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆ(NEW!)ใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœง(NEW!)ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ไธ€ๅŒนๆฎบใ—ใŸ็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใจ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใฎไฝŽใ•ใŒๅนธใ„ใ—ใฆใ‹ใชใ‚Šใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใจใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ใ ใŒใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซๅŠใฐใชใ„ๆ‰€ใŒใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅผฑ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‚’ๅ†็ขบ่ชใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ใงใ‚‚ใพใ่€ๆ€งไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใใใใใ‚“!!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใฃใจ......!ใ€ ใใ“ใธ่œ‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใซ็„กๅŒใ—ใฆใใŸใฎใ‹็„กๅ‚ทใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒ่ฟ”ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๆˆฆใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅœฐ้ขใŒ็„ผใ‘็„ฆใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒๆ‰€ใ€…ใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€่œ‚ใฎๆญปไฝ“ใ‚„่ก€ใฏๅ…จใๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ…จใฆ็„ผๅดใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒžใ‚ธๅฎน่ตฆใญใ‡ใƒผใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’็ด ็›ดใซๅ–œใ‚“ใ ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
Chapter 7: Kitsune's Ability I'm an Ideological, a special sort of fairy born from Human Emotion. The feelings harbored by my parent, the emotions strong enough to create me were directed at Naginata Kitsune... Kitsune-san. Thus, I am a Fairy of Unrequited Love. Strong feelings for another, a fairy born of the highest, and most sacred of emotions. Those feelings reside within me as my core. That's why, like my parent, the girl that I've never met, I like Kitsune-san. To be more specific, only a day has passed since I first met him, but at a glance, I was certain that Kitsune-san was the beloved one of that girl. I mean, the moment I saw him, I started to like him, so I'm sure that's the case. Kitsune-san is weak. Even if I'm supposed to possess great power, I was just born, and I wouldn't even reach the ankles of those who are truly strong. Yet he remains much weaker than me. If we were to fight, I'll bet I wouldn't even have to use magic to win. That why if I'm not there to protect him, I'm sure he'll die instantly. He's frail, and fragile, and feeble, an existence like a faint candle that would go out if you only blew in its direction. In the forest, Kitsune-san was desperate to survive. From his appearance and behavior, you can't feel any impatience or anxiety, but his eyes were always filled with the desperation to overcome adversity. Assaulted by the wolf, he didn't give up hope. Confronted by the giant spider, he stood his ground. The form of him desperately grasping for something to cling to in order to survive was extremely unsightly, and pathetic. Trying to take that boy's life, yet another Magic Beast emerged. In a surprise attack, they attacked Kitsune-san, and he became unable to move from the poison. What appeared was a group of bees. Their wings buzzed in a discomforting frequency as they approached. ... I've got to protect him. My mind was buried in thoughts like that. I can't let Kitsune-san die. I mean, he's... alone. No one's watching. No one knows. No one cares. By himself, dying in solitude... I won't allow it. At that moment, Kitsune hid his mask (my life) behind his back. For the action he forced his paralyzed body to carry out to be protecting me, I can be nothing but happy. That thoughts within me directed at him begin to swell up. Enough that it felt as if my chest was going to burst. ... If it's now, I feel like I can do anything. I had moved before I noticed it. I flapped my prided wings, and assaulted the bees drawing close. I can't let Kitsune-san die. It's a magic that usually requires some charging, but the current me can deploy it instantly and activate it. Ideological Fairies are ones born of strong emotions... as such, when the fairy itself harbors those same feelings that made it, they can display even stronger powers. A small and white flame annihilates several bees altogether. Not even ash is left behind, as they completely burn up and scatter before touching the ground. "Surprise attack? Perfect! Now come at me bugs! I, Bishojo Fairy Finia-chan will take take on every single one of you!" The feelings of affection I have for Kitsune-san are my driving force. These feelings make me stronger! Even Kitsune could understand that Finia had left his side to commence combat with the bees. It was because he could see the flashes of the fire, and hear the sounds. Using fire in the middle of a forest had the risk of starting a bushfire, but if she didn't, they would probably die, so Smoky be damned. But in a situation like this, being separated by Finia invited a bit of anxiety. Unluckily, Kitsune had been inflicted with paralysis, and he couldn't move a single finger. If he were to take a similar sting from another bee... There was a possibility the paralysis would affect his muscles or nervous system, and induce cardiac arrest or a heart attack. From what he saw, there were a few dozen bees. Based on his knowledge, Kitsune knew that bees generally operated in a wide scope centered around their hive. As such, it isn't that rare to see them working individually. But with that many of them grouped together, it was quite possible that they were somewhere near their hive. If that were the case, the noises from Finia's battle might work to stimulate them, meaning it wasn't just the bees here now... in the worst case, there was the possibility that a large army may be dispatched directly from the hive. "... Guh... dammit, I can't move..." He tried struggling, but of course, the paralysis was still in effect. Even if his brain continued to send the signals for his muscles to move, his convulsing sinew was unable to put it into effect. Seeing if there was anything he had to break down the situation, Kitsune desperately brought up his status screen. *Status* Name: Finia Dexterity: 60 Magic: 0 But there had been no change to it. A paralysis icon appeared to indicate his status abnormality, but other than that, it was exactly the same as before. "Dammit...!" He gritted his teeth. No plans formed in his mind. And next to his ear, the worst possible sound came. ... Bzzzzz... The buzzing of wings. Kitsune had his back to a large tree, and it wasn't coming from behind. From right in front him. Not where Finia was fighting, but right before his eyes. He tried directing his eyes upwards, and there, he saw a lone bee floating around. The conical stinger attached into its abdomen had its tip pointed at him. Kitsune desperately took a glance at the Bee's Status. Race: Bug-Type Magic Beast Lv5 Stamina: 50 Resilience: 15 Skill:{Paralyzing Needle} {Colony Mobilization} This bee's Dexterity was higher than Kitsune's. It's likely that the disparity was one that even if Kitsune could attack, he wouldn't be able to hit it. "What does this..." Kitsune tried piecing together the information he had been given bby Finia's on ability points up until now. He was able to understand that {Resilience} was, simply put, one's {Defense} . And comparing the power Finia had displayed thus far with her Strength twelve times his, Kitsune's resilience should easily provide enough defense to take the bee's needle in the flesh. "Could it be... I'm not making use of the power from my Status...?" He thought. Perhaps he was overlooking something crucial. That he wasn't fully displaying his 100 Resilience. But there was no time left for idle ponderings. As he thought, the bee registered Kitsune as an enemy. It shot its needle towards him. And at that moment, Kitsune saw the world in slow motion. The point of the stinger was approaching him ever so slowly. Its destination was the middle of his forehead, and it was definitely on a course that would result in certain death. He remembered. When Finia gave an explanation ho how to use magic. When Kitsune had asked her about it, she had known how to from the moment she was born, and she had done it by intuition. To summarize, what Kitsune consciously thought he was able to do didn't correspond with what was displayed on his Status. As a result... since he had thought there was no way his body would be able to block the stinger, the needle was able to overcome the disparity in stats, and dig into his flesh. (... Then...) In his decelerated field of vision, he had yet to give up on his will to live. Believing in his own Resilience, Kitsune convinced himself there was no way the encroaching point would be able to pierce him. He forced the assumption onto himself that his body was more than enough to deal with it. (I'm not going to die yet...!!) The needle touched the spot between his eyes, and with that momentum... ... It failed to do anything. A sound like teeth clashing against one another rang out, and the bee's stinger snaps on his forehead before falling to the ground. "... 100 Resilience... way to go, me." HE felt the sweat erupting all over his body as he gained an understanding of how to use his Status. There was no pain, and no wound left behind. This was the lone ability that had been granted to the boy, and having experienced it, Kitsune let a faint smile surface on his face. And as if there had been no poison to begin with, he easily stood up. "It seems that Resilience works on Status Abnormalities as well." Because he had been caught up in the thought that the poison had worked, he had been unable to move. Once he understood it wouldn't do anything to him, the poison that shouldn't have worked on him in the first place lost its effect. Kitsune grasped the now-stingless bee in his bare hands. IT seems the bee was perplexed as to why its own attack hadn't worked, and thus, it was slow to escape. "When you don't have your stinger, you aren't scary at all. Well, it seems you aren't scary, even when you have it." At that moment, the bee's body stiffened. Just as the Spider he confronted before had sensed, it felt an aura of danger from him. It struggles and squirmed. It no longer cared about anything else, it just wanted to get as far away from Kitsune as possible. Creepy and revolting. Kitsune's skill, {Eerie Constitution} was the source of the aura. ... {Eerie Constitution} : When confronted with an enemy, when you have the psychological advantage over them, this skill allows you to overpower them by smashing their motivation. As long as he stood on a higher mental ground, it was a frightening skill that allowed him to emotionally overpower any enemy regardless of level difference. If Kitsune didn't recognize them as an enemy, or he stood on lower ground psychologically, it wouldn't activate. The skill had various conditions, but once they were settled, it was one that would definitely grant power to him. "Gi...I...!" The bee remains pinned down by his hands, staring directly into Kitsune's eyes. No matter how hard it tried to look away, it wasn't able to. The situation was like torture to it. Using one hand, Kitsune grasped an area close to its mouth, and used the other to grasp its wings. "Thank you, bee-kun. Thanks to you, I think I'll survive for just a little longer." With a snapping sound, the wings were fully plucked from the bee's body. It tried raising a scream, but as Kitsune was wary that it would attract other bees, he stuffed its mouth with the poisonous stinger that had fallen onto the ground. Apparently, the poison worked on the bee itself, and it stopped struggling, going into severe convulsion. "Oh? I was certain your own poison wouldn't work on you. Sorry." Kitsune discarded the bee on the ground, and as he had lost interest, he turned his attention elsewhere. He didn't feel like killing it. He was quite grateful to the bee who taught him how to use his Status. Even so, a bee without wings would probably soon become the prey of some other Magical Beast. However, the bee felt relief. The very fact that Kitsune had disappeared from its eyes was more reassuring than anything else. Even if, in the near future it was to die by some other Beast's hand, it thought it was fine as long as it was able to get away from Kitsune himself. "Ah, that's right, if I just abandon it like this, it'll be eaten up by some other monster, right?" Even though the bee couldn't understand words, it felt despair the moment Kitsune turned around. Slowly, Kitsune draws himself closer. To compare it to human standards, it felt as if it was walking the thirteen steps up the gallows. Kitsune hoisted its body up. "And so, it's better if I kill you, right?" "Gi...!?" From his faint smile, the bee felt malice. The danger it felt from the unnerving presence increased even further, and the bee subconsciously began quivering in a manner appart from the convulsions it was going through. Its Magical Beasts instincts were overcome with fear, and it was certain there was no way it could avoid death. "Until now, I didn't plan on killing you, but when I think of your sake, perhaps killing you would be better for you... well then, good bye." Kitsune dropped the bee on the ground again, this time, dropping his own foot on top of it. A grotesque crunching sound resounded, and below his foot... the bee had been crushed to death. As it saw the foot being lowered onto it, the bee felt the collapse of its own spirit. In the end, the sensation of it being tread on was nothing more than someone else's problem to it as its life went out with like the flip of a switch. "Now then... hmm?" After killing the bee, Kitsune felt a sense of discomfort across his body. Without delay, he confirmed it with his Status Discernment Skill. How convenient, he thought as he confirmed his own condition. Skill:{Pain Resistance Lv8} {Eerie Constitution} {World Language Translator} {Status Discernment} {Persistence(NEW!)} {Coercion(NEW!)} It seems his level had risen. The fact that he killed a single Magical Beast, and that his own level was so low, provided him with quite a large level up. But the fact that he still didn't compare to Finia's level 1 stats served as reaffirmation of the fact that he was indeed one of the weak. "Yeah... anyways, my Resilience rose, so I'll leave it at that." "Kitsune-saaaaaaaan!!" "Whoops...!" As the bees were no match for her, Finia rushed back unhurt. Looking at the area where she fought, there was scorched land here and there, but there were no bodies or blood. All the evidence had been incinerated. 'Finia-chan really shows no mercy' he thought, as he honestly felt joy having overcome the situation.
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็ทŠๅผตๅ•้กŒ ็จใฟๅˆใ†ๅƒ•ใจใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎ้–“ใซใฏใ€็ทŠ่ฟซใ—ใŸ็ฉบๆฐ—ใŒใƒ”ใƒชใƒ”ใƒชใจ็ซ่Šฑใ‚’ๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจๅฝผใฎ้–“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฎŸๅŠ›ๅทฎใฏๅœงๅ€’็š„ใงใ€ๆˆฆใˆใฐ2็ง’ใงๅƒ•ใŒ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏใ“ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆ่ฆ‹ใฌใตใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็„ก็†ใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅฝผใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ‹˜ๅฝ“ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€่ฆชใฏๅญใ‚’ๅฐŽใ่€…ใ€่ญทใ‚‹่€…ใ€ๆ„›ใ™ใ‚‹่€…ใ€ใ‘ใ—ใฆๅญใ‚’ๆจใฆใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚้–“้•ใฃใŸ้“ใ‚’ๆญฃใ›ใชใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ๅผทๅˆถใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ่ฆชๅฟƒใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ€ใŸใ ใฎ่™ๅพ…ใ ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญไพ›ใŒใฉใ‚Œใปใฉ่พ›ใ„ใฎใ‹็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆœฌใง่ชญใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฉฑใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆฉไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่™ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆญขใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•?ใ€ ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฏ้’็ญ‹ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚’็จใ‚€ใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซๅœงๅ€’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็ขบใ‹ใช็ญˆใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจใ„ใ„ใ“ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใจใ„ใ„ใ€ๅผทใ„่€…ใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š้€ƒใ’ใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ๅฟƒๅบ•้ขๅ€’ใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ณใƒฌใฏ็งใฎๅจ˜ใ ใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใฎ่ฉฑใซ้ƒจๅค–่€…ใŒไป‹ๅ…ฅใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œๅจ˜ใ‚’ใ‚ณใƒฌๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ใ‚Šใงๅฎถๆ—ใฏใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€่ฆชใŒๅจ˜ใ‚’็‰ฉๆ‰ฑใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅฎถๆ—ใจ้•ใ†ใชใใ€ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆง˜ใƒƒ......ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅผฑใ„่€…ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่‡ชๆ…ขใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ“ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚็ฌ‘ใˆใ‚‹ใญใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ใจ? ็งใฎๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใ‚’ไพฎ่พฑใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹......ใใฎ้ฆ–ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใง่ฝใจใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใžใ€ ใ€ŒๅผทใŒใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆใ€ๅผฑใ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใœ?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......!?ใ€ ๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใฏ้ซ˜ใ„ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ†…้ขใฏใŸใ ใฎ่€ๅฎณใ ใญใ€‚่‹ฅใ„ไธ–ไปฃใ‚’้ง„็›ฎใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฎไบบ้–“ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚คใƒ‰ใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใจ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฟใŸใ„ใช่‹ฅใ„ไบบ้–“ใซๆŒ‘็™บใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’่ฆšใˆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ‚ฒใ—ใใ†ใช้ก”ใงๅ›บใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ่ฆ‹ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใŒใ“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ›ใชใ„็พๅฎŸใ ใ€‚่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ›ใชใ„ใ€ใคใพใ‚Šใใ‚Œใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฎๆกไปถใ‹ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ้…ทใ„่ฆชใ ใญใ€้Ž้…ทใช็พๅฎŸใ‚’็ชใไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€‚ๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณๅฏๅ“€ๆƒณใ€ใชใ‚“ใง่ฆชใŒๅญใซ้žญใ‚’ๆ‰“ใคใฎ? ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจใ„ใ†็Œถไบˆใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅŸท่กŒ็ŒถไบˆใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใชๆ‰€ใ€ใ“ใ“ใพใงใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ้ ญใŒๅ›žใ‚Œใฐ่ชฐใงใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ˆใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไบบใจใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ไบบใŒๅคงใใๅˆฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใชๆ‰€ใ€ใ“ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒž็›ธๆ‰‹ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ๅฅดใฏใใ†ใ„ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎไบบ้–“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆจฉๅŠ›ใจใ‹่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•ใŸใ ใฎๅนด่€ใ„ใŸใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใจใ‹่ฆใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•......?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญ! ใŠใพใˆใฃ......!ใ€ ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใชใ‚“ใฆ็ŒถไบˆใŒไธŽใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใƒˆใƒ‰ใƒกใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใฎๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘็„ก้ง„ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚็‰นใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใชไบบ้–“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้จŽๅฃซใซไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใชใ‚“ใฆ่…ใ‚‹ใปใฉใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šใงใฏใ€ไธ€ใคไบŒใคใใ‚‰ใ„ๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œไธ€ๆ—ฅใงๅๅˆ†ใ€ ใ€Œ............ไฝ•?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๅคœใ€ใพใŸๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใŠใ„ใงใ‚ˆใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ„ใฃใ—ใ‚‡ใซใ€ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ ใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ็ด…่Œถใ‚’้ฃฒใ‚€ๆง˜ใช็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๅผทใใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็ฒพ็ฅžใŒ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ„ชไฝใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ‚‹ใปใฉๅŠนๆžœใ‚’ๅผทใใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅผทใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๆจฉๅŠ›ใŒไธŠใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅนณ็ญ‰ใซใ€ๅ…จๅ“กๅƒ•ใฎๆ ผไธ‹ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไธ€ๆ—ฅใงใ€ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใพใง้›ใˆใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ้•ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ไธ€ๆ™ฉๅฏใฆ่ตทใใŸใ‚‰โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ้ฆฌ้นฟใช......่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใชใ‚‰ใฐไธ€ๆ—ฅใ ใ‘ๅพ…ใคใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใŒ้จŽๅฃซใซไธŠใŒใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใฐ......ใ€ ใใฎๅ…ˆใฏใ€่จ€ใ‚ใชใใฆใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใŒ่ฒฐใฃใฆใ„ใใ€ ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใŒๅ”–็„ถใจใ—ใŸ็‰ฉใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้ข็™ฝใใ†ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ !? ใŠๅ‰ใฃใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€Œ่ฝใกใคใ‘ใ‚ˆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใ€ใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฏๅฐ‘ใ—็–‘ๅ•ใ‚’ๅ‘ˆใ—ใฆใใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆจใฆใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใŒ่ฒฐใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰้ป™ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ใใฎใพใพๅธฐใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๅคœใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฉฆ้จ“ใ—ใซๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใพใงใซใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅผทใใ™ใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๆๆ€–ใฎๅ…‹ๆœใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็งใ‚’ๅผทใใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใจใฉใฎใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒ็™บๆฎใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใฏ......ไบบไธ€ๅ€ๆˆฆใ„ใซๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆๆ€–ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅฐ‚ๅฃฒ็‰น่จฑใ ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใจใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€ไบŒใคใฎๅจๅœง็ณปใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎไบŒใคใฏๅคงใใๆ€ง่ณชใ‚’็•ฐใชใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฏใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๅจๅœงใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๅฟƒใฎๅ†…ใงๅƒ•ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฐ่ฑกใ‚’ใ€ๆๆ€–ใซไผผใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใธใจๅค‰่ณชใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ใใฎๅŠนๆžœใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ„ชไฝใฎ็ฒพ็ฅž็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ‹ใค็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ‚ชๆ„ใงใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใฏๅผฑ่€…ใจ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็จ‹้ซ˜ใพใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใพใไธปใชใฎใฏๅƒ•ใฎ็ฒพ็ฅž็Šถๆ…‹ใฎๅ„ชๅŠฃใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใฏใใฎ้€†ใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๅจๅœงใ™ใ‚‹ใ€็ด”็ฒ‹ใชใพใงใฎๅจๅœง็ณปใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅผฑใ•ใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใฃใฆใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใจ็ต„ใฟๅˆใ‚ใ›ใชใ„ใจๅ˜็‹ฌใงใฏใ‚ใพใ‚ŠๅŠนๆžœใฏ็™บๆฎๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ไปŠๅ›žใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€ใšใฃใจใ“ใฎไบŒใคใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใง็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไบŒใคใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€็‰นใซใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜็ฉบ้–“ใง็œ ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใพใšไธๅฏ่ƒฝใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅผท่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใปใฉ็ตถๅฏพๆ€งใ‚’ๅข—ใ™ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆๆ€–ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใฎๅ‰ใงใ€็ก็œ ใจใ„ใ†ๆœ€ๅคงใฎ้š™ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€็†ๆ€งใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆœฌ่ƒฝใŒๆ‹’็ตถใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎๆกไปถไธ‹ใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ•ฐ็ง’ใงใ‚‚็œ ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใชใ‚‰......ใใ‚Œใฏๆ€–ใŒใ‚‹่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๆ”ฏ้…ๅ‡บๆฅใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ™‚ใ€ๆๆ€–ใงๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๆ”ฏ้…ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซ็น‹ใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ“ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใงใ€ใŸใ ๅฏใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใง่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๅผทใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹? ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ......ใ€ ใ€Œๅฏใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใชใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๅพŒใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็œ ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใซ่ชใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€็œ ใ‚‹ๅŠชๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œ้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“! ็งใŒๅญๅฎˆๅ”„ใงใ‚‚ๆญŒใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใž!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŒใ€้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆ......ไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ‚นใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฟก้ ผใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅฎถๆ—ใ‚†ใˆใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใพใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚ˆใ†ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใพใ„ใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใฏใฉใฃใกใ‚‚ๅพ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆ™ดใ‚Œใฆๆฉ่ฟ”ใ—ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ—ใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‘ใ‚ŒใฐไธŠๆ‰‹ใ„ใ“ใจ่จ€ใ„ใใ‚‹ใ‚ใฆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ไปฒ้–“ใซๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†............ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ้ ผใ‚€ใ€ ๅพŒ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซๆฉ่ฟ”ใ—ใฎๆฉŸไผšใฏไฝ•ๅ›žใงใ‚‚่จชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธใฎ้“ๆกˆๅ†…ใ‚‚้ ผใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏๅคฑๆ•—ใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ“ใ“ใฏๆœ€ๅคง้™ใ€ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅฐฝใใใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒ......็œ ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅฏใในใฃใฆใ€ๆธ‹ใ€…็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๆœ€ๆ—ฉ่—ใ‚’ใ‚‚ๆŽดใ‚€ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใงใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ˆใฏๅ›ๆฌก็ฌฌใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏๆค…ๅญใซๅบงใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆไบŒใคใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๅŒๆ™‚ใซ็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ!?ใ€ ๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใ่ตทใไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€็ซ‹ใฆๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใซๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใงใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ“ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ใ‚‚้œ‡ใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎไฝœๆˆฆใฏไธŠๆ‰‹ใๅตŒใพใฃใŸๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅผทๅผ•ใช่’็™‚ๆฒปใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅผทๅผฑ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใๅœงๅ€’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ......ๅผท่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใˆใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใซ่ธใฟ่พผใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใช? ใ€Œ็œ ใ‚‹ๅŠชๅŠ›ใ€้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใญใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ็ฟŒๆœใ€็ฉบใŒๆฎตใ€…ใจ้’็™ฝใใชใฃใฆใใŸ้ ƒใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใพใ ็œ ใ‚Œใšใซใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅคœๅž‹ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏๅƒ•ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใง็œ ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่จ€ใฃใฆๅฏใ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅคœใพใงใซ็œ ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ็œผๅ…ƒใซใฏ้šˆใŒๅ‡บๆฅใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€็œผใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใ‚Œใฐ็œ ใ‚Œใใ†ใช็จ‹็œ ใใ†ใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใ‚’้†ธใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๆๆ€–ใฎไธญใงใฏ็œ ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ๅบฆใซ่ตทใไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏ็›ธๅฝ“้ซ˜ใใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ ใฃใฆไธ€่ˆฌ้จŽๅฃซใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ„่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚’่ช‡ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ๆˆฆใ„ใซๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒ่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆœฌไบบใฏ็ทŠๅผตใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใŒใ€็ทŠๅผตใ—ใฆใ‚‚่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ…จใๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใใชใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใฉใ†ใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏไธ€ๅ›ž่žใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ......ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใฆๅ›ใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใฎ? ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใซๅฟœใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใŒใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใฐใคใŒๆ‚ชใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใง็œผใ‚’ไผใ›ใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใŒใŸใ‚ใซ้จŽๅฃซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใ‚’2ๅนด็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่žใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ€2ๅนดใ‚‚ใ ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใๅŒๆœŸใฎไบบ้–“ใฏใจใฃใใซ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ๆ‰่ƒฝใฎ็„กใ„ใจ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใŸไบบ้–“ใฏ1ๅนดๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ใš่พžใ‚ใฆใ„ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็งใฎใ€ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆฑบใพใ‚Šๆ‚ชใใ†ใซใฝใคใ‚Šใฝใคใ‚Šใจ่ฉฑใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฎ็ˆถใฏ......ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ‚’ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€็งใฎๅฎถ็ณปใฏไปฃใ€…ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘็ถ™ใ„ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎใ€้ญ”็œผใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ใ€ใใ—ใฆใ‚ใฎใ‚ชใ‚ธใ‚ตใƒžใซใ‚‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใ€‚ใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธ้€šใ‚Šใชใ‚‰ไบŒไบบใฎ็œผใซใฏๅ…ˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒๅ‚™ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉ......? ใ€Œ็งใฎๅฎถ็ณปใฏๆ˜”ใ‹ใ‚‰้จŽๅฃซใ‚’่ผฉๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใช......็ˆถใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใจใ—ใฆใ€็ฅ–็ˆถใ‚„ๅ…ˆ็ฅ–ๆง˜ใพใงใ€ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใซๅใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ™็จ‹ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚ใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใพใŸใ€ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใฏ็ง้”ใฎๅฎถ็ณปใ ใ‘ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ„......ใŒใ€ใใฎๅŠ›ใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใใ€้ŽๅŽป่ผฉๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็ฅ–็ˆถ้”ใฏไธ€ๅฏพไธ€ใฎๆˆฆใ„ใชใ‚‰่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ—ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใปใฉๅผทใใ€ใใ—ใฆ่ช‡ใ‚Š้ซ˜ใ„้จŽๅฃซใจ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅฝ“็„ถใ€็งใ‚‚ใใฎ้ญ”็œผใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹......ใ ใŒใ€ไฝฟใˆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใซใฏ้ญ”็œผใฎ้ฉๆ€งใŒไฝŽใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใใฆ......้ญ”็œผใ‚’ไฝฟใŠใ†ใซใ‚‚ๅ…ˆใชใ‚“ใฆๅ…จ็„ถ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„......ใใ‚Œใ‚’็ŸฅใฃใŸ็ˆถ้”ใฏใ€็งใ‚’้…ทใๅฑใ‚Šใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ไธ€ๆ—ใฎๆฅใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆไฝ•ๅบฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ใ‹......ใ€ ้ญ”็œผใ€‚ไฟๆœ‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไฝฟใˆใชใ„ไปฃ็‰ฉใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฟ…ใšใ—ใ‚‚ๆœฌไบบใซๆฉๆตใ‚’ไธŽใˆใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ไธก่ฆชใฏ็งใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆจใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚้ญ”็œผใŒไฝฟใˆใชใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใ ใ‘ใฎๅŠ›ใง้จŽๅฃซใซใชใฃใฆใฟใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใจใ€‚้ŽๅŽปใ€้ญ”็œผใ‚’ๆŒใŸใšใซๅคงๆˆใ—ใŸๅ…ˆ็ฅ–ๆง˜ใ‚‚ใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰1ๅนดใ€2ๅนดใจ็ตŒใฃใฆ......ๆœชใ ใซ้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใชใ„่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒใ„ใ‚‹......ๆ•™ๅฎ˜ใซใ‚‚ๆ‰่ƒฝใŒ็„กใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€็ง่‡ช่บซใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚็งใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใฎๅจ˜ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใ‚‚ๅ‡„ใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใ“ใ†ใชใฃใฆใฏ้™ฐๅฃใ‚„้™ฐๆนฟใชๆ‚ชไบ‹ใซใ‚‚ๆ™’ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹......ๆต็Ÿณใซ็ˆถใ‚‚้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใชใ„็งใฎ้ขๅ€’ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŒใชใใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ไปŠใฎ็Šถๆณใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๅŒ…ๅธฏใ‚„ๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใฎๅพŒใฏใใฎ้™ฐๆนฟใชๆ‚ชไบ‹ใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚็ˆถ่ฆชใ‚‚ใ€ไธ€ๅบฆใฏ่ฆ‹ๆจใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ไบŒๅบฆ็›ฎใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใ€้ญ”็œผใฎ้ฉๆ€งใŒ็„กใ„ใฎใฏ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฎใ›ใ„ใ ใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ™‚่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ›ใชใ„็†็”ฑใซใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ไฝ•ใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’็ธ›ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ? ๆๆ€–ใ€็ทŠๅผตใ€ใจใฏใ„ใ„ใคใคใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฎŸ้š›ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใŒ็„กใ„ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใฎ้•ใ„ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ? ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ›ใŒ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใจใ“ใฎๅ‰ใฎๅƒ•้”ใจไธ€็ท’ใซ่กŒใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ไฝ•ใŒ้•ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ็ขบๅฎŸใซใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‰ใ‹ใฎ้•ใ„ใŒใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ ใช......ใใคใญ้”ใŒใ„ใŸใ‹ใ€ใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹......ใ‹ใช? ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚„ไฝ“่ชฟใฏไธ€็ท’ใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œไฝใ—ใ‹ๆ€ใ„ๆตฎใ‹ใฐใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ•ตใฎๅผทใ•ใ‚‚ใใ†ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ไธ€ไบบใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ‹ใช? ไบบใŒๅ‚ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจ็ทŠๅผตใ™ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹? ใงใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไบบ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚Šใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ไบบใŒๅ‚ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใจ็ทŠๅผตใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ™‚ไปฅๅค–ใ‚‚็ขŒใซไบบใจ่ฉฑใ›ใชใ„ๅœฐๅ‘ณใชๅญใซใชใ‚‹็ญˆ......ใชใฎใซๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ™‚ใ ใ‘ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€‚ ใใ“ใงใ€ใตใจๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ“ใจใ€้ŽๅŽปๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅ…ˆ็ฅ–้”ใฏไธ€ๅฏพไธ€ใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใงใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใชใ—ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’่ช‡ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ใคใ€ๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใ„ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’่ฉฑใ—ใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใŸๅพŒใ€้ ทใใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงๅƒ•ใฏ็ขบไฟกใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ™‚ใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใใชใ‚‹็†็”ฑใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใง่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’่งฃใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏ็œ ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ„ใ€ไฝ“ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ›žๅพฉใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒๅƒ•ใฏๅคœใพใง่‰ฒใ€…้ง†ใ‘ๅ›žใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใ€‚
Nervous problem Between me and uncle who are glaring at each other, a strained atmosphere is tingling and sparking. His prowess is overwhelmingly stronger than me, if we fight against each other, I know, everyone know that I'd just need two seconds to lose to him. However, it's impossible for me to turn a blind eye at this uncle. He is Rishe-chan's father, but he's intending to disinherit Rishe-chan. That isn't allowed, parents should lead, protect, and love their kid, there's no way they would cast their kids away. If he doesn't correct their kid's wrong doing, if he forces something their kids are unable to, that aren't parental love, but mistreatment. I, fully know that. I know how painful the kid would suffer. Since I've experienced it myself after all. "I don't know what you're talking about, but could you please stop bullying Rishe-chan? She is my benefactor after all." "What?" Vein popped up at uncle's face, and he glares at me. I've activated {Eerie Constitution} , I'm sure that I should be overpowering him mentally, but whether at the time with the "Red Night", also this uncle, seems like strong people are as expected won't yield huh. They sure are troublesome opponent. "This is my daughter, an outsider shouldn't intervene at others' family affairs." "There's no family that would refer their child as this right? How could a parent treats his child like an object? That's quite different than family which I know." "You bastard...." "Moreover, it sure is laughable how you intend to draw your prided sword against someone weaker than you." "What? Are you insulting my sword art? That neck, I don't mind to chop it here you know?" "Don't bluffing, you sure are look weak you know?" "Wha...!?" He's indeed seems like he has a great ability at sword art, but inside he is just a gerontocratic person. He is the type of person who would corrupt the young generation. Moreover, he seems like has a great pride. Being provoked by a youngster like me, seems like he remembers how is irritated feels. He seems like an embodiment of a typical self-important person. So this is the knight leader huh, the future if this country sure is gloomy. At my word, Rishe-chan stiffened with sorrowful looking face. However, what I want to see is the fact that uncle doesn't even objecting my word. Doesn't objecting, so that means he is also aware of it. "Even when you aware of it... you still give her that condition?" "What a terrible parent, to thrust a cruel reality to their own child. How deplorable, why does a parent must hit his child with a whip? That one week extension time, that feels just like a sentence suspension you know." Uncle doesn't say anything. To be frank, up until now as long as they want to think about it, they would be able to understand it. But, from here on there would be a great difference between a capable and an incompetent person. To be honest, against this uncle, he isn't seems like opponent who would yield just by talking. As a knight leader, moreover an A rank monster, even though authority-wise he is a troublesome opponent already, moreover combined by his prowess, there should be rarely anyone who has the guts to talk against to such person at this world. Even normally he isn't someone I could talk to. But, I'm not a person from this world, I don't know about authority, at least the monster right before me is... none other than an old man. "That's why, we don't need that one week time limit." "What...?" "Kitsune! You...!" To give her that one week limit, that is none other than a finishing blow. No matter how much time she got that would be just a waste. Especially, for a person like Rishe-chan. Moreover, there are many ways for Rishe-chan to become a knight. With my ability, at least I'll be able to think one or two way. "One day is enough." "...what?" "Tomorrow evening, please come here again esteemed uncle. Together with Rishe-chan, let's have a very fun tea time." While showing an attitude as if drinking a black tea, I faintly smiling. The {Eerie Constitution} is, the stronger my mind compared to my opponent, the stronger the effect would become. No matter how powerful he is, no matter how great his sword art is, nothing that matter. Equally, everyone are lower than me. "...just one day, that means are you going to train Rishe to the level where she would be able to become a knight?" "You're wrong, when she woke up from her overnight sleep... Rishe-chan would just arbitrarily become stronger." "Impossible... okay, if that's the case then I would just wait for one day. And then if you're unable to make Rishe into a knight...." The continuation, I already know without he needs to say it. "Yup, I know, if that happens then I'll take Rishe-chan." Successfully see uncle's dumbfounded expression, I say that amusedly. "What were you doing!? You, why did you...!" "Calm down Rishe-chan." After that, uncle seemed like a bit doubtful to me, but when I said 'if you're intending to throw here away then there would be no problem if I pick her up right?', he didn't say anything and just go back like that. Tomorrow evening, he would come here to test Rishe-chan right? A way to make Rishe-chan stronger. That is, to overcome her fear. "...what are you intending to do to make me stronger?" "In the first place, the reason why you can't display your true ability is... because you're too scared when fighting." If it's about fear, then it's my speciality. I have {Eerie Constitution} and {Overpower} , two skills which designed to overpower the opponent. But, these two has a greatly different nature. {Eerie Constitution} isn't overpowering the opponent by using pressure. It's a skill which alter the impression about me inside their mind into something fearful. That effect is, giving me superiority mentally than my opponent, any living opponent would see me as a malice, or perhaps become more conceited as if seeing a weakling. Well, the most important part is my mental state though. {Overpower} is the opposite, it overpowers the opponent by using pressure, a genuine overpower skill. But, because of hoe weak I'm, if I don't combine it with {Eerie Constitution} I won't be able to pull its full effect out. Now I'm going to use both of it. When Rishe-chan is going to sleep, I'm going to keep intimidating her by using these skills. As long as both of these skills are activated, especially {Eerie Constitution} , it was impossible to sleep at the same space as me. That is, the stronger the existence the stronger the effect would be. Before the most fearful existence, to show her greatest weakness by sleeping, her instinct would against it stronger than Rishe-chan herself. But, if Rishe-chan is able to sleep even by just several seconds under that condition... that means she's able to control her scared body. So, it would also lead to her ability to control her stiffened body at the time she is scared when fighting. "Rishe-chan, you just need to sleep at this room." "...with just that, I'll become stronger? Really...?" "If you're able to. The rest it whether Rishe-chan would be able to sleep or not, just that. If you want to be recognized by that esteemed uncle, then you should try your best to be able to sleep." "Do your best, Rishe-chan! I even would gladly sing you a lullaby!" "Do, do your best... please." Finia-chan and Lulu-chan seem like don't have any intention to stop what I'm going to do. Is it because they're believe in me, or perhaps because we're family, I don't know. Nevertheless, whether Rishe-chan would be able to do it or not, either way it would be a good thing for me. If she's able to do it then she would be able to become a knight, and that would also means that I'm able to repay her favor, and if she's unable to do it then that's also good since I'll be able to get Rishe-chan as my comrade. "Yes... I got it, then I'll be in your care." If it comes the latter then I'll have many chance to repay her favor since we're going to be together, I even would be able to ask her to guide me to the Grandile Nation. If possible, I hope Rishe-chan would fail, but... let's exert my utmost ability here. "Then... please sleep." Lie down at the bed, Rishe-chan reluctantly closes her eyes. She must be have experienced so much hardship already, from here on it is depending on yourself. I sit at the chair, and activate both of these skills toward her. "!?" Vigorously woke up, Rishe-chan takes and draw her sword. That expression, is an expression as if scared of something, even her hand which draw the sword is shivering. Seems like this strategy is working properly. It's indeed seems like an extreme method, but this skill which is able to overpower anyone regardless of their statuses' values... if they're strong then they would be able to overcome it... will she able to reach that? "Do your best to sleep, Rishe-chan." I said that, while faintly smiling. The next morning, around the time when the sky is gradually brightening. Rishe-chan is still unable to sleep. I'm fine since I'm a nocturnal type, but since Finia-chan and Lulu-chan are seemed sleepy so I let them slept at my room. There won't be any problem if I let her sleep till evening, but you can see shadow at her eyes already, when she shut her eyes it seems like her drowsiness would take her to dreamland anytime. Her level is considerably high, even her statuses' values aren't inferior to the average knight, but why does she is scared to fight, I can't understand that. Perhaps she's just nervous, but to be unable to move her body even by just a bit because of nervous is also strange. Perhaps should I ask her about it? "Say Rishe-chan." "Wh, what's up...." "Why do you want to become a knight? Or rather, why are you trying to live up to esteemed uncle's expectation?" When I said that, she averts her eyes with an embarrassed expression. To begin with, I had heard that she kept continuing to become a knight apprentice for almost two years because she wanted to become a knight. Right, two years already. Perhaps her peers were already become knight a long time ago, and for people who understood that they didn't have talent there they would give up on it after a year. But even so, does Rishe-chan want to become a knight that badly? "...my...." And then, Rishe-chan embarrassedly begin to speak bit by bit, about her. "My father is... the knight leader of this country. And then, my family lineage are always inherit {Demon Eye of Foresight} for generation." "Demon eye of, foresight." {Demon Eye of Foresight} which is stated at Rishe-chan and uncle's statuses. If my presumption is right, I thought that both of their eyes are supposed to be endowed with an ability to see the future. But, I never saw Rishe-chan used it though.... "My family lineage were always become a knight from the olden generation.... Starting with my father, grandfather and also ancestors, seems like their prowess were even go down in this country's history. Also, {Demon Eye of Foresight} isn't limited to our family lineage... but, its ability is tremendous, each of my ancestors were strong enough to be invincible at one on one fight, and I also heard that they were a prideful knight." "Hmmm." "Of course, I also have that eye... but, I can't use it. I have been told many times already, that my aptitude with my demon eye is low... and I also haven't see any trace that I would be able to use it near future... and then when father and the other heard about it, he harshly scold me. The disgrace of the family, just how many times I've heard it...." Demon eye. Even of one possess it, that won't mean one would be able to use it for sure. Even if they possessed it since they were born, that wasn't necessarily mean that it would grant its power to its holder, huh. "But, my parent have abandoned me. If I can't use this demon eye, then I just need to become a knight with my own power, or so I thought. Since at the past, there was a great ancestor who didn't possess demon eye but was able to accomplish it after all." "But, after one year, two years passed... I'm still nothing than a knight apprentice... even my instructor said that I don't have any talent, and I haven't growth at all. Whether because I'm a daughter of the knight leader, there were a great expectation from my surrounding, but right now they are badmouthing and do some devious act at me ... and as expected even my father would give up to care about me who is unable to become a knight right." That's way, it come to the current state of affairs huh. Perhaps the bandage and scars around her body are because of that devious act right. Even her father, for now he haven't abandoned her. But there won't be any second chance. To be honest, the aptitude with demon eye were decided when they were born, so it can't be helped. But, that won't become the reason why Rishe-chan was unable to move her body when fighting. What was binding her movement? Fear, nervous, even with that, she's still able to raise her level properly. It doesn't seems impossible for her to defeat a magical beast. Then, what's the difference? "Rishe-chan, when you're able to defeat magical beasts and when you were together with us some times ago, is there anything different?" There must be is, then this difference. "...let's see... whether Kitsune and Finia were there, or not... perhaps? Since my weapon and physical were same after all. My enemy's power were also not much different." So that means if she was alone she would be able to defeat that magical beast, huh? Does that means she's nervous when there was someone around her? But Rishe-chan isn't a shy person, if she's nervous when there's someone around her then even other than when fighting time she should be also a timid girl who is unable to fluently speaking with other people... but to be only happen at fighting. And then, I suddenly remember. About what Rishe-chan just said, at the past her ancestors were boasted with prowess which were invincible at one on one fight. "Rishe-chan, could it be--" I try to tell her about the idea I just thought about. And then, after Rishe-chan thought about it a bit, she nods her head. And then I'm certain of it. The reason why Rishe-chan was unable to move her body when fighting. "Then, let's go with that." Canceling my skill, I float a faint smile. I let Rishe-chan to sleep and recover her strength. Well then, should I stroll somewhere till evening.
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ๅ‹่ฒ  ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใƒผ็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšๅ‘ๆ€ฏใ ใญ! ๆ„Ÿๅฟƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใใคใญใ•ใ‚“!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ่ฃใซใ‚ใ‚‹่จ“็ทดๅ ดใธใจๅงฟใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸใฎใงใ€ๆญฃ็›ดใ“ใฎใพใพ็ด ็›ดใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ„็›ดใ—ใฆๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ ใ—ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ—ใ€ใŠใฃใฑใ„ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ‚’ไผใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๅญใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ‹่ฒ ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใŒใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏ็ขบๅฎŸใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ๆˆฆใฃใฆ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใ€ไธๆˆฆๆ•—ใง่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใฉใฃใกใ‚‚ไธ€็ท’ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒๅ‡„ใใฒใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๅˆฅใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹้€ƒใ’ใฆใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ€ไปŠใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใญใ€ใใคใญๆง˜?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€็งใ‚‚......ๆ•™ใˆใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใงใ™......ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใใ—ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎใพใพใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅธฐใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ไพ้ ผใฏ้”ๆˆใ—ใŸใ—ใญใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅ›ž่œ˜่››ใจๆˆฆใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญฃ็›ด็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใฎไธŠ่œ˜่››ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆ ผไธŠใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใจๆˆฆใ‚ใชใใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ไธ€ใคๅ‰ใ ใ€ ไธ€ใคๅ‰......ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใฃใฆๅฅดใ‹ใ€‚่ฉฑใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใชใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎไธ€ไธ–ไธ€ไปฃใฎๅ‘Š็™ฝใ‚’ไธ€ๅˆ€ไธกๆ–ญใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸ่จณใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€่ฉฑใ‚’่žใ‹ใชใ„ๅญใ ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆ–นๅ‘้Ÿณ็—ดใช้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒๅผทใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€่ฉฑใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ“ใฎใพใพใ ใจๅ‹่ฒ ใซใชใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚็„ก้ง„ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใชใ€ ไป้ ‚้ขใชใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใชใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใใ—ใฆๅฟƒใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฎ‰ๅ ตใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใฎใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ไธ€็•ช็ด ็›ดใชใฎใฏ่ชฐ? ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใญใ€็Œซๅฏๆ„›ใŒใ‚ŠใŸใใชใ‚‹ๆ„›ใใ‚‹ใ—ใ•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ไธ‰ไบบใจใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘Š็™ฝใŒใใ‚“ใชใซๆฐ—ใซ่งฆใฃใŸใฎ? ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅƒ•ใฃใฆ็ตๆง‹ใƒขใƒ†ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€ๅ‹่ฒ ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใจ้ง„็›ฎใ ใžใใคใญใ€ ใ€Œ็ˆถๆง˜ใจใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใ‚’ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๆฑบใ‚ใŸใฎใฏ่ชฐใ ใฃใŸใ‹......ๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใฎ็ŒถไบˆใŒใ‚ใฃใŸ็ญˆใชใ‚“ใ ใŒใชใƒผ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใ€ใใ‚Œๅผ•ใฃๅผตใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ…ƒใ€…้จŽๅฃซใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‹่ฒ ใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅฅฝใพใ—ใๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‹ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใฎ่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใฏใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Šใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ๆญปใฌใ‚ˆ? ๅƒ•ๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ†ใ‚ˆ? ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใฟใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ–ถๆฅญใ‚นใƒžใ‚คใƒซใง่ฟ”ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚้ง„็›ฎใ ใ€ใ“ใฎไบบใฏๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎๅ…‰ใจใ—ใฆใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ‚‰ใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚้ง„็›ฎใ ใ“ใฎๅญใ€ใ‚ขใ‚คใ‚ณใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ฏใƒˆใŒ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ„ๅญใ ใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใŠใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ™ชใ€ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใŒไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใซใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่‚ฉใงใ†ใคไผใ›ใซๅฏใฃ่ปขใŒใฃใฆๆˆ‘้–ขใ›ใšใ‚’่ฒซใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ‚‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใซ้ก”ใ‚’่ƒŒใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใซ้€ƒใ’ๅ ดใฏใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€่กŒใ‘ใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ€ ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ไธ€ใคๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ€ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ๅ™‚ใฏๅ™‚ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆœŸๅพ…ใซๆทปใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใฆไธ€ใคใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€ใชใฎใซใ“ใ‚“ใช็›ฎใซ้ญใ†ใชใ‚“ใฆใชใ‚“ใŸใ‚‹็†ไธๅฐฝใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅƒ•่‹›ใ€…ใ—ใฆใใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ ่‹ฆๅŠดไบบใฃใฆๆผซ็”ปใจใ‹ใงไธปไบบๅ…ฌใŒ่‰ฏใๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฑžๆ€งใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่‹ฆๅŠดใ—ใŸใใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚้ขๅ€’ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใ–ๆŒใฃใฆๆฅใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๅƒ•ใฎ่ฉฑใŒใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใพใงๅฑŠใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใ€ใฉใฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๆผใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใถใคใถใคใจๆ–‡ๅฅใ‚’ๅž‚ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่ฃๆ‰‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹่จ“็ทดๅ ดใธใจใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใ“ใซใฏๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆๅŽปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ„ใŸใ€‚่ฟทใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‰ใฌๆ–นๅ‘ใซใƒ€ใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฅใ—ใฆใ‚Œใฐใ‚ˆใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใจๆฅใŸใญใใคใญๅ›!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใพใใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใฃใ€้€ƒใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใŸใฎ? ้ง„็›ฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๅฅณใฎๅญใฎ่ช˜ใ„ใ‚’็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ€ ใ€Œ็—›ใ„็›ฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใฆ่ช˜ใ„ใซไน—ใ‚‹ใฎใฏไธ€้ƒจใฎๅค‰ๆ…‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ็œŸ้ข็›ฎใงๅฅๅ…จใช้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใชใใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅฟซๆดปใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใงๅคฉ็œŸ็ˆ›ๆผซใ€ใใ‚“ใช่จ€่‘‰ใŒไผผๅˆใ†ๆง˜ใชๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ใƒใƒฃใƒผใƒ ใƒใ‚คใƒณใƒˆใฎๅ…ซ้‡ๆญฏใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ฑใƒฉใ‚ฑใƒฉ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไผš่ฉฑใŒไธ€ๅŒบๅˆ‡ใ‚Šไป˜ใ„ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€่…ฐใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸ2ๆœฌใฎๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฐๅ‰ฃใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚ŠใฏๅคงๆŒฏใ‚ŠใชใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€่ปฝใ„ใŒๆ•…ใซไธกๆ‰‹ใงๅ™จ็”จใซๆŒฏใ‚Šใพใ‚ใ™ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€ไฝ™็จ‹ๆ„›็”จใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆญฆๅ™จใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใ™ใใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใฏใญใ€็งใฎๅฅฝใใชไบบใŒไฝฟใฃใฆใŸๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’็œŸไผผใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใฏ1ๆœฌใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็งใซใฏ2ๆœฌใฎๆ–นใŒๆ€งใซๅˆใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใงใญใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡ใ€่‡ณๆฅตใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏๆญฆๅ™จใชใ‚“ใฆๆŒใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไฝฟใˆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€็›ฎใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’่…ฐใซๆˆปใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใคใพใ‚‰ใชใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚ŒใจๅŒใ˜ไฝ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใฎๆนงใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช็œผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญฆๅ™จใ€ใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฃฎใงไธ€ๅ›žไฝฟใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆไฝฟใ„็‰ฉใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซไธ€ๆ’ƒๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ‚ใ›ใŸใใ‚‰ใ„ใ—ใ‹ๆœ‰็”จใซไฝฟใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ใฎๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไปŠใ‚‚ไธ€ๅฟœ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๅ“ใ ใ—ใ€ใŠๅฎˆใ‚Šไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซๅ–ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใธใ‡ใ€ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใจใ‹ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅซŒใชไบˆๆ„Ÿใ—ใ‹ใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€ๆกˆใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€ใ‚„ใ‘ใซๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใง้ก”ใ‚’ใ‚ใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใ‚‚ๆญฆๅ™จใฏไฝฟใ‚ใชใ„! ็ด ๆ‰‹ใงใ‚„ใ‚ŠๅˆใŠใ†ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆง‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ใ‚ทใƒฃใƒ‰ใƒผใงๆ•ฐ็™บๆ‹ณใ‚’็ฉบใซๆ‰“ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ‹ณใฎ้€ŸๅบฆใŒ้€Ÿใ™ใŽใฆ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹้‹ญใ„้ŸณใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚ใฎๆฎบไบบใƒ‘ใƒณใƒใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็ด ๆ‰‹ใงใฎๆˆฆ้—˜ใฎๆ–นใŒๅพ—ๆ„ใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ€Œ็งใฏใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็ด ๆ‰‹ใฎๆ–นใŒๅพ—ๆ„ใชใฎ!ใ€ ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚ŠใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใจใ„ใˆใฐไธ€็ทš็ดšใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใŒ็„กใ„ใจๆˆฆใˆใพใ›ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒ่ฉฑใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใชใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆ‹ณใงๆˆฆใˆใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ“ใฎๅพŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅผŸๅญๅ…ฅใ‚Šใงใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚่จ“็ทดใ‚’่ฃ…ใฃใฆ่‰ฒใ‚“ใชใจใ“ใ‚ใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใญใ€่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ใชใใคใญๅ›!ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใ€ๅƒ•ใซไฝ•ใฎๅพ—ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใ“ใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใซใฏๅƒ•ใซไฝ•ใฎๅพ—ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็—›ใ„็›ฎ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๅคงใใชๆใ ใ€ๅ‹่ฒ ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซไฝ•ใ‹ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใฆใ‚‚็ฝฐใฏๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่€ƒใˆๅง‹ใ‚ใ€ใ‚„ใŒใฆไธ€ใคใฎ็ต่ซ–ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ“ใฎๅ‹่ฒ ใงใใคใญๅ›ใŒๅ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ไธ€ใคใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒ้ ญใฎไธญใงไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๅ้Ÿฟใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ใ€่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€่žใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ็พŽๅฐ‘ๅฅณใŒใ€ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹? ้’ๆ˜ฅ็œŸใฃๅชไธญใฎ้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ ใจ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ‚„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ›žใ—ใ€่…•ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ™ใ€‚ๆ‰‹้ฆ–ใ‚„่ถณ้ฆ–ใ‚’ใทใ‚‰ใทใ‚‰ใจๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใฆๆ…ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใ€ไธ€ใคๆทฑๅ‘ผๅธใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ˜ไฝ“ใงใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅคงใใ่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใฏใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฅฅใฎๆ‰‹ใฏๅ–ใฃใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใญใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฏใ‚ใใพใงๆ•ตใจๆˆฆใ†ๆ™‚ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅจๅœงใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๅฃ็ซฏใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ๆ‹ณใจๆ‰‹ใฎๅนณใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ€ใƒ‘ใ‚ญใƒ‘ใ‚ญใจ้Ÿณใ‚’ๆ…ฃใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ใใฎ็žณใฏใ€ๅฅฝๆˆฆ็š„ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏ็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹็ฃใฎ็œผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ไปŠใซใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎไธ‹ใธ่ธใฟ่พผใ‚“ใงใใใ†ใชใ‚ชใƒผใƒฉใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏใ‚„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€ ใ€Œใพใใญใ€ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏ้ญ…ๅŠ›็š„ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใกใชใฟใซ็งใŒๅ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใใคใญๅ›ใŒไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจ่žใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใช่จณใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ‹่ฒ ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซๅ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹ใ€ๅˆฉๅฎณใฏไธ€่‡ดใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ ใˆใƒผใ€ใจ้ ฌใ‚’่†จใ‚‰ใพใ›ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ไธๆฉŸๅซŒใช้ก”ใ‚‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ่ญฒใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅคงไฝ“ใ€ๅ›ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅคฉ็œŸ็ˆ›ๆผซใชๅญใซไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจ่žใใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸๆ—ฅใซใฏไฝ•ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚็ตๆง‹ๆฎ‹้…ทใชใ“ใจใ‚’็ฌ‘้ก”ใงใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใฆใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‹่ฒ ใŒๆˆ็ซ‹ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใฏๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ†ๅบฆๅฅฝๆˆฆ็š„ใช่กจๆƒ…ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใช้ก”ใฏใ€ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใซใจใฃใฆใฏๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๅฐ่ฑกใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅ…ˆใซใ€่ญฆๆˆ’ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’็”Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€่กŒใใ‚ˆใฃ!ใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ่ธใฟ่พผใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใƒผใƒผใƒผ้€Ÿใ™ใŽใ‚‹!? ๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๆ‰“ใกใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ในใใ€ไธ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŠ‰ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฟซใ‚‹ๆ‹ณใ‚’ใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‹่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅพŒใ‚ใซ้€ธใ‚‰ใ™ใ“ใจใง่บฑใ™ใ€‚ ้ฟใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ฉšใ„ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎใพใพ็ฉบไธญใง่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ›ž่ปขใ•ใ›ใ€ๆจชใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ›žใ—่นดใ‚Šใ‚’ๅฉใใ“ใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ไปŠๅบฆใฏ่บฑใ›ใชใ„......! ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ…ใใฃ......!?ใ€ ใใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๅฎ™ใซๆตฎใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆ่นดใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹่ถณใฎๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๆ–นๅ‘ใธใจๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ€’ใ‚Œใฏใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎๅ ดใ‹ใ‚‰2mใ‚‚ๅผทๅˆถ็š„ใซ็งปๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ๅฎŸใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ๆ ผไธŠใ ใจๆ€ใ„็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจๅŒใ˜ไฝใฎ่บซ้•ทใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏใใฃใจๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจไธŠใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ใพใ ใพใ ๆ‰‹ๅŠ ๆธ›ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ฏ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅ…จๅŠ›ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจๅทฎใŒๆญด็„ถใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใชใ„ใ€ใ‘ใฉใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงๆ—ขใซใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซ10ๅ€ใฏๅทฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจ็ขบไฟกๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใญใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆฐ—ใฅใ‘ใฐๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‰‹ใŒๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ…จใๅ‹•ใใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ไบˆๅ‚™ๅ‹•ไฝœใ™ใ‚‰ๅฏŸ็Ÿฅๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„็จ‹ใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใ€ ใ€Œใ†โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใซใ‚ƒใ‚ใฃ!!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใใ…......!ใ€ ้ ญใ‚’ๅพŒใ‚ใธใจๆŠผใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใƒใƒฉใƒณใ‚นใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‹็‚บใซไธ‹ใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸ่ถณใ‚’ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ถณใŒ่นดใ‚Šๆ‰•ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซ่บซไฝ“ใŒ็ฉบไธญใซๆŠ•ใ’ใ ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅƒ•ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅœฐ้ขใธใจๅฉใไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚‰ใฃใจๆบใ‚‰ใๆ„่ญ˜ใ€ๆฐ—็ตถใ›ใšใซๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใฎใฏ็—›ใฟใ‚’็„กๅŠนใซใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv2ใ€ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ้ก”ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚€ๆ‰‹ใŒ้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ™้ก”ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆฐ—็ตถใ—ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใชใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚Œใง็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š้ข็™ฝใ„ใญใ€ใใคใญๅ›!ใ€ ใ€Œ้ ‘ไธˆใชใฎใŒๅƒ•ใฎๅ–ใ‚ŠๆŸ„ใชใ‚“ใงใญใ€ ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ‚’ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ—ใฆใ“ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝ™่ฃ•ใฎ่กจใ‚Œใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‹ๆ‰‹ๆœญใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€่ญฆๆˆ’ใฏ็ทฉใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆถˆใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆถˆใˆใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹็จ‹้€Ÿใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ‘ใ‚ŒใฐใพใŸใ•ใฃใใฎไบŒใฎ่ˆžใ ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใใฎๅ ดใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒƒใƒ—ใ—ใ€ๅ…ƒๅฑ…ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงใใ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐ่‰ฏใใใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŠœใ„ใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใงๅงฟใ‚’็พใ™ใ€‚ ๆœฌๅฟƒใ‹ใ‚‰้ฉšๆ„•ใ—ใŸๆง˜ๅญใงๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ‚„ใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ›ใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใจใ„ใˆใฐๅˆฅใซไฝ•ใ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใŒใ€‚ ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ—ใชใ„ใจไฝ•ใ‚‚ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠ?ใ€ ไปŠๅบฆใฏๅƒ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๅ ดใ‹ใ‚‰ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใฃใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไธ‹ใธใจ็ชๆ’ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚่€ๆ€งใซๅฎš่ฉ•ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ•ๆทใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚‚่€ๆ€งไปฅๅค–ใงใฏๅคงใใไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใฎไฝŽใ•ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ“ใพใง้€ŸๅบฆใŒๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฏๅ‹•ใใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฟŽใˆๆ’ƒใคใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใใฎๅ ดใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ™ใใซใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎๆ‹ณใŒๅฑŠใ่ท้›ขใซใชใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‹ณใŒๅƒ•ใฎ้ ฌใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใŸใ€‚ ้ˆใ„้Ÿณใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้ ญใŒๆบใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็—›ใฟใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่€ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃ!?ใ€ ใ€Œใ…ใใฃโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ‚ใ‚!!ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......!ใ€ ๆ‹ณใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆๅฐšใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏๅ‰ใธใจ้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚็—›ใฟใง่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใ‚‹่ถณใŒๆบใ‚‰ใใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€็—›ใฟใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‰ใธ้€ฒใ‚€่ถณใ‹ใ‚‰ๅŠ›ใŒๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎใพใพๅ‰ใธ้€ฒใฟใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆœใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎใพใพๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‹ณใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒไธŠใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ไฝ“้‡ใ‚„่บซ้•ทใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใชใ‚‰ใฐๅฅณใฎๅญไธ€ไบบใ€ๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„่จณใŒ็„กใ„! ใใฎใพใพๅ€’ใ‚Œใ‚‹่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใงๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ใ€ไธ€ๆœฌ่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆŠ•ใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹็›ดๅ‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒŒไธญใฎไธŠใง่ปขใŒใฃใŸใ€‚่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ„ๆŠ•ใ’ใฎ้€”ไธญใงๆŠ•ใ’ใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎ้‡ใ•ใŒ็„กใใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ‹ขใ„ไฝ™ใฃใฆใ†ใคไผใ›ใซๅœฐ้ขใซๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ‘ใฉใ€่ตทใไธŠใŒใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎใƒžใ‚ฆใƒณใƒˆใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚็กฌ็›ดใ—ใŸๅƒ•ใฎ้ก”ใฎๆจชใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅณๆ‰‹ใŒ็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๆ–นใฎๆ‰‹ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅ‹•ไฝœใฎไธ€ใคไธ€ใคใŒ้€Ÿใ™ใŽใ‚‹......! ใพใ‚‹ใงๅƒ•ใŒๆŠผใ—ๅ€’ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใชไฝ“ๅ‹ขใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ็ขบๅฎŸใซๅƒ•ใฎๅ‘ฝใŒๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้ฆ–ใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใง่บซไฝ“ใจใŠใ•ใ‚‰ใฐใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎ่ฒ ใ‘......ใ‹ใ€ ไฝ“ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŠœใใ€ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆๅ‹่ฒ ใฎ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ‚’่ชใ‚ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ“ใง็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใงใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใฃ......ใฏใ......ใ‚“......ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้ก”ใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใพใง้™ใ‚Šใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹้ซ˜ๆšใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€็žณใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆ็†ๆ€งใŒ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช้‡Ž็”Ÿ็š„ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ ฌใฏ่ตคใๆŸ“ใพใ‚Šใ€ๆฏ้ฃใ„ใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่‰ฒใฃใฝใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใจ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใต......ใ†ใตใตใต.........ใ€ ใบใ‚ใ‚Šใจ่ˆŒ่ˆใ‚ใšใ‚Šใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ™ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใ‚’ใ‚ˆใใซๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใฎ้ฆ–ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใ‚’้›ขใ—ใ€ใใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใฎ้ ฌใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็งปๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ็žฌ้–“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹่ƒŒ็ญ‹ใซๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใŒ่ตฐใ‚Šใ€็›ฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใŸใพใพ่›‡ใซ็จใพใ‚ŒใŸ่›™ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่ตคใ้ซ˜ๆšใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใŒๆ›ดใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ‚€ใฃ!?ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฎๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅ”‡ใŒๅกžใ„ใงใใŸใ€‚
Duel "Okay, let's just go home." "Uwaah, cowardice as ever, aren't you?! I respect you, Kitsune-san!" Since Leila-chan has disappeared to the training ground underground the guild, I think it would be good if she just disappears as it is so I want to immediately return to the inn. Leila-chan is a beautiful girl, a cutie, she even let me feel the sensation of her boobs, but since it's already a stated matter that I would got beaten to pulp if I fight her so I think this is the wisest choice. Whether it lose after fighting, or lose by W.O, either way the result would be still the same, isn't it? There, I notice chilly gazes from Rishe-chan and the others. What's up with you all, isn't it good even if I run away here? "Kitsune, what did you mean just now?" "I'm also interested, Kitsune-sama?" "I, I also... want you to tell me...." Rishe-chan, Mia-chan, and also Lulu-chan say so. Even if you ask me what I meant, the meaning is exactly as it is, though. To go home, we just finished a quest after all, since we just fought against that spider once again so I honestly tired. Why do I have to fight again moreover against someone stronger than that spider? "Not that one, the one before it." The one before it... ah, the 'please go out with me' one, huh. I initially did that to change the subject, but it wasn't transmitted to Leila-chan. She completely ignored my once in my lifetime confession, didn't she? I completely forgot that she was a girl who won't listen to other. Perhaps that's because the way she has no sense of direction is already too acute, after all. "When I said please go out with me, I did that to change the subject, you know? Since at that rate I felt like it might led into a duel, after all. But it was all for naught, though." "...I see." Rishe-chan floats a sour looks, Mia-chan floats a business smile, and Lulu-chan floats an expression as if she is relieved from the bottom of her heart. Who is the most honest one? If I should say it then it's Lulu-chan, she sure has a cuteness which would makes someone wants to dote her. Nonetheless, are the three of them really that concerned about my confession? As I thought, aren't I actually quite popular? "But, you can't just run away from this duel, Kitsune." "Aah~,who was the man who arbitrarily decided my duel against my father, I wonder?... even though I originally should had one week extension time~...." "Uwah, you bring that out now?" Perhaps because Rishe-chan is formerly a knight so she doesn't particularly likes the way I run away from a duel. Even if that's indeed the case but I think the way she does it is way too much, though. Someone might die, you know? I might die, you know? When I give Mia-chan a gaze asking for help, she return it with her usual business smile. No good, I can't ask her for help. When I gaze at my last hope, Lulu-chan, she inclines her head. This girl is also no good, she doesn't understand eye contact. For now I decide to pat her head. "" Be that as it may, is there any way to run away from here? Finia-chan is just lying in my shoulder without having any concern about this matter, the other adventurers also turn their faces away from Mia-chan's smile. Seems like there's no way for me to run away, huh. "...got it, got it, I just need to go there, right?" Sighing once, I say so. To be honest, a rumor is nothing but a rumor, I have nothing to be expected by Leila-chan, but how absurd that I must suffer like this. Somehow it irritates me. Trouble was a sure to have attribute for a protagonist of a manga, but I don't need that trouble, you know? You don't need to force yourself bringing that trouble to me. Or rather, the rumor about me has already spread till Grandile Kingdom, huh, just who the hell spread it? While grumbling and complaining such a thing, I come to the training ground which is located underground the guild. Leila-chan who said would wait for me is properly there. Even though it would be good if she just got lost somewhere when she was rushing here. "Ah, you finally come, Kitsune-kun!" "Yeah, well, I was unable to run away, after all." "Ahaha, did you think to run away? That's no good you know? To ignore an invitation from a girl." "The one who would take such invitation even though he knows he would experience a pain is none other than a pervert. But here I'm a diligent and proper youth, after all." "But I can't see you as such, though." Leila-chan says so while cheerfully laughing. Innocent and lively, as if to matching such words, she is chuckling while showing her high canine which is her most attractive trait. And then, since the conversation seems like ended there, she draws both of short swords at her waist. Rather than a short sword it might slightly closer to a slightly bigger knife, but when I look at Leila-chan who skillfully handles both of it at both of her hands, I immediately understand that those swords are her usual weapon. "These weapon, I use it to imitate the person I like who was also using it, you see. At first I only used one, but seems like using two is more comfortable for me, you see." "Ooh, I completely don't care about it." "What about your weapon, Kitsune-kun?" "I don't have anything like weapon. Since I can't use it, after all." When I say so, Leila-chan stares me in wonder and puts back her swords at her waist. She looks a bit disappointed, but she gazes me with an equal interest with it. "You don't use, any weapon?" "I have used it inside the forest once, but it was broken and can't be used already, after all." That sword was broken by one attack from {Red Night} and can't be used again, but tentatively I left it inside my room right now. It's an article from my former world, after all, so you could say that it's akin to something like charm. Nonetheless, when I see Leila-chan grumbles 'ooh, I see', I want to stop it here since I feel a bad premonition from her. After pondering about it for a while, she raises her face with an extremely happy expression. "Then I also won't use any weapon! Let's just fight bare handed!" Saying so, she prepares her fists. She seems like fired her fists several times midair, but since it was too fast so I couldn't see it at all. Moreover I could heard a sharp voices where the air was severed. What's up with that killer punch? "Rather than using weapon, I'm more skilled at fighting bare handed, you see!" Seems like I was right. come to think of it, C rank adventurers are a forefront adventurer, so that means there's no way they are unable to fight without weapon, right? If I ask her to teach me, will she accept it? In the name of practice, would I be able to touch various places? Her appearance is good, after all, her appearance. "Say, Leila-chan." "What's the matter, Kitsune-kun!" "At this duel, I don't see any merit for me, though." Nonetheless, there's no merit for me at this duel. If I take it as it is, I would only suffer a great pain, what a great loss, so in exchange for me accepting this duel, I want something in return if I win but I won't get any punishment if I lose. When I say so, Leial-chan averts her sight while start thinking about it, before long she makes a decision. "Then, if you win this duel, I will grant one of anything you wish." Leila-chan's words are reverberating inside my head. Anything, such word, I clearly heard it. Such beauty is, would grant one of anything I wish? Are you really saying that to a youth like me who is currently at the middle of my puberty period? I'm burning with motivation. I stretch my head and legs. Shaking my wrists and ankles, I take a deep breath. And then, I activate my {Overpower} skill. Separately it won't have any great effect, but even so I'll keep my trump card in reserve, since to the bitter{Eerie Constitution} is could only be activated when I fight an enemy, after all. And then, whether Leila-chan feels my overpower, the tips of her mouth slightly inclined. Gripping her fist with her other palm, it makes a *pakipaki* sounds. Her eyes, rather than eyes of someone who is facing a fight, it's as if she is beast that is looking at its prey, and spreading an aura as if she may jump at me anytime soon. "You seem become slightly motivated, aren't you?" "Well, yeah, since you said you'll grant anything one of my wish, that's too attractive, after all." "By the way, if I win will Kitsune-kun also grant one of my wish?" "There's no way I'll do so, right? I'll accept this duel, in exchange if I win you'll grant anything one of my wish, with that we get an equal interest, don't we?" Leila-chan puffs her cheeks while saying eh~. Her pouting expression is also cute, but I won't yield here. In the first place, for an innocent girl like you, you won't know what might happens to you when you said you would grant anything of my wish. Thinking about a bit cruel thing, I can't feel that there's a smile floating at my face. But, whether she is happy because she would be able to have a duel against me, she returns to her warlike expression. She seems having fun, before thinking it as cute, I take a vigilance feeling from it instead. "Then, let's go!" Simultaneously with that word, Leila-chan arrives before me in the blink of eye. --too fast!? As if to hit my face, she swings her fist from below, but I evade it by somehow bent my body backward. Perhaps she didn't thought I'll be able to evade it, Leial-chan makes a surprised expression for an instant, but she rotates her body midair as it is and performs a roundhouse kick at me. This time I can't evade it...! "--ugu...!?" Its power is so terrific, my body is sent flying. And then I'm blown away to the same direction where her leg was swung to. I'm not fainted, but by facing the reality that I got blown away two meters from my initial place, that makes me realize that she's way stronger than me. She has an approximately same height with mine, but her status must be way higher than mine, isn't it? Moreover, I feel like she's still holding back. Even though I've put my all already here. I don't peek at her status because if I do that I feel like I would know just how distant apart our statuses are, but with this much I think her status perhaps is at least ten time than mine. When I think about such a thing, without I noticed it her fist is already gripping my face. I can't see her movement at all. A speed that I can't feel it to the point I can't take any reaction at all, "U--nyaa!!" "a...guu....!" Getting my head pressed backward, I try to move my leg backward to regain my balance, but Leila-chan uses her leg to kick it, when I completely thrown midair she smashes my head to the ground. Letting off her hand that grips my head, Leila-chan looks down at me. "Even with that you aren't fainted, huh. Normally the duel should be over with that, but as I thought you sure are interesting, Kitsune-kun!" "Sturdy is my one and only redeeming feature, after all." When I stand up, she doesn't attack me. Whether she thinks she has the advantage, or perhaps she has a certain plan, but I can't loose my vigilance down. Leila-chan disappears. No, she's just too fast which looks as if she disappears. But if I'm not moving from here then the same thing like before would happens again. I take some steps back from there, taking a big distance from my former place. And then, in the next instance Leila-chan appears there while swinging her fist. Looking at her surprised expression, I feel like have made a little payback at her. But, even you ask me whether I would be able to do something from here on, it isn't like I'll be able to do anything, though. If I don't attack then I won't get anything, huh. "Oh?" This time I'm the one attacking. Rushing from there, I charge toward Leila-chan's place. I'm indeed excel at my resistance, but aside than my resistance, my agility status also increased quite considerably. Since my strength is too scarce so I can't pull out all of my agility might, but at least my body becomes somewhat easier to move. Seemingly like she is intending to counter me, Leila-chan doesn't move from her location. And then, before long I reach a distance where our respective fist might reachs each other, in that instant, Leila-chan's fist arrives at my face. Together with a thick sound, my head is shaking. But, I'm able withstand it because I don't feel any pain at all. "!?" "Ugu--- aaa!!" "Wha....!" Even after receiving a punch, my body keep advancing. My legs which support my body aren't swaying at all, because I don't feel any pain, after all, so my advancing legs aren't slowing down at all. While keep advancing as it is, I grab Leila-chan's clothes. And then, by using the force of her punch, I pull her body up. No matter how high their statuses may be, it won't affect their weight nor height, that's why for a single girl, there's no way I'm unable to pull her up! I throw her with the resolution to also collapsed there. The so called, ipponzeoi (one-armed shoulder throw). But, just before I throw her, she rolls over above my back. The me who is throwing her with seionage (shoulder throw) lost my balance midair. Because of that, I terrifically collapsed to the ground facing-down. Hearing the sound of Leila-chan's body landing to the ground, I immediately roll my body and facing upward. But, before I can stand up, she immediately comes and mounting me. Putting her right hand at my stiffened face, she put her other hand at my neck. Each of her movements are too fast....! This stance may looks as if I get pushed down, but without a doubt she would be able to take my life at this stance. If she takes her knife here, my head would immediately say farewell to my body, isn't it. "It's my lose...huh." Withdrawing the strength of my body, I say so in admitting the end of the duel. But, it doesn't end there. "Ha.... Ha... n...." Still seizing my neck, her face comes down till before mine. Her expression looks somewhat elated, different from before, her eyes are as if she lost her reasoning and filled with a wild feeling. Her cheeks are dyed in red, her breathing is somewhat erotic. "Ah, umm... Leila-chan?" "Ufu... ufufufu....." She sticks out her tongue and licks her own lips, just what happens with her? Ignoring my bewilderment, she lift her hand from my neck, and use that hand to touch my cheek as if to caresses it. In that instant, I feel a chills run at my back, opening my eyes wide, I can't move as if a frog being glared by a snake. And then, her red and elated face come more closer, "Umu!?" And covers my lips with hers.
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ๅฟƒ่‡“ใŒใ€ๅคงใใ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ่ก€ๆถฒใฎๆตใ‚ŒใŒๅŠ ้€Ÿใ—ใ€ๅ‘ฝใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆๅˆใ‚ใฆใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„็จ‹ใซใ€็Œ›ใ€…ใ—ใใ€ใใ—ใฆ็”Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ€ใƒ‰ใ‚ฏใƒณใจ่ก€ๆถฒใ‚’็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚่ƒธใŒ็ ด่ฃ‚ใ—ใใ†ใช็—›ใฟใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใซใ€ๅ…จ่บซใ‚’้ง†ใ‘ๅทกใ‚‹ๅฟซๆ„ŸใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€ๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๆŒใก่‰ฏใ•ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ€ ็Œฟใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใ€ใตใ‚‰ใตใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚‹่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅœฐ้ขใซๅ€’ใ—ใฆใ€ๅคงใฎๅญ—ใซๅฏใฃ่ปขใŒใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใใ€‚ โ—‡ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นโ—‡ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv20(โ†‘19UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:400:STOP! ไฝ“ๅŠ›:2500 ่€ๆ€ง:3450 ๆ•ๆท:2620 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:1220 ๅผทใใ€ใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†็ขบไฟกใ—ใŸใ€‚็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€ŽSTOP!ใ€ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใงใ€ใ‚ใฎ็ŒฟใŒใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ54ใ ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€็ฒๅพ—ๅ‡บๆฅใŸ็ตŒ้จ“ๅ€คใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅคงใใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚19ใ‚‚ใฎๅคงๅน…ใชใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๅ‡กไบบใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใ‹ใ‚‰็ชๅ‡บใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ่€ๆ€งใฎๅ€คใฏ3000ใ‚’่ถŠใˆใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใงๆญปใฌใ“ใจใฏใพใšใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใปใฉใพใงใซใ€ๅ …ใใชใฃใŸใจ่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ€ใใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎๅŠนๆžœใŒใ‚‚ใ†็พใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ็Œฟใซๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆๆบใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๆ„่ญ˜ใŒใ‚‚ใ†ๅ›žๅพฉใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่‡ช็„ถๆฒป็™’่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒๅคงใใๅ‘ไธŠใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จผๆ‹ ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใฃใจ......ใ‚“ใƒผ............ใ‚ˆใ—ใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใช? ้ญ”็œผใฎๆ–นใฏ......ใ€ ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่กŒๅ‹•ใซๆ”ฏ้šœใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใ€ใคใ„ใงใซ้ญ”็œผใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็„ก็†ใ‹ใ€่€ๆ€งใฎๆฒป็™’่ƒฝๅŠ›ใจใฏๅ…จใๅˆฅใฎๅˆถ้™ใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹ใชใ€ ใŠใใ‚‰ใใ€ใ“ใฎๅŠ›ใฏๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใจใ„ใ†ๅผทๅคงใช่ƒฝๅŠ›ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒๆ•…ใซใ€่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎๅ›žๅพฉใ‚„็–ฒๅŠดใฎๅ›žๅพฉใจใ„ใฃใŸใ“ใจใง็™บๅ‹•ใŒๅฏ่ƒฝใซใชใ‚‹่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚้™็•Œใพใง็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใฎใ‚คใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใƒใƒซใŒๅฟ…่ฆใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๆ„Ÿ่ฆš็š„ใซใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใฏ็™บๅ‹•ๅ‡บๆฅใใ†ใซใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆ–ฐใŸใชไฝฟใ„ๆ–นโ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๅข—ใ‚„ใ—ๆ–นใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏๅคงใใชๅŽ็ฉซใ ใฃใŸใญใ€‚ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎๅ‘ไธŠใจๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ใซ้‡ๅคงใช้€ฒๆญฉใ ใ€‚ใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๆ‰‹ๆฎตใŒๅข—ใˆใŸ่จณใ ใ—ใญใ€‚็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅคงใใชๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๅฝขๆˆใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใช......็Œฟไธ€ๅŒนๅ€’ใ—ใŸใ—ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅ‹•ใใŸใใชใ„ใ€ ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€็„ก้‚ชๆฐ—ใซๆ‚ชๆ„ใฎใชใ„ๆ‚ชๅฃใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ไธ€ไบบใงใ“ใ‚“ใช็‹ฌใ‚Š่จ€ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไธญใ€…ใซ็‰ฉๅฏ‚ใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ„Ÿๅ‚ทใซๆตธใฃใฆใฟใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™ใ•ใ€ๅƒ•ใ ใ‘ใฎ็„ก้‚ชๆฐ—ใชๆธ›ใ‚‰ใšๅฃใจใ€ๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฟใŸใ„ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ€ใใ‚Œใซ......ๅƒ•ใฎๅฎถๆ—ใ‚‚ใ€ ็ฉบใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใ€ๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆกใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ‚ฒใ—ใใฏ็„กใ„ใ€ใ ใฃใฆใ“ใฎๆ‰‹ใฎไธญใซใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅ…จ้ƒจใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅคฑใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใใฎใพใพ่ก—ใธใจใใฎ่ถณใ‚’ๅผ•ใ่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ไธ€ๆ–นใใฎ้ ƒใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ไธ€่กŒใฏๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใจใฏใพใŸๅˆฅใฎ่ก—ใธใจ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚้ฆฌ่ปŠใ‚’้ฆฌๅฑ‹ใธใจ้ ใ‘ใฆใ€ๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆไผ‘ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ ใ€‚ ้ƒจๅฑ‹ๅ‰ฒใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€ๅ‡ชใจใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใจใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใŒๅŒใ˜้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจใƒซใƒซใจใ‚ทใƒซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใŒๅŒใ˜้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€็”ทๅญใจๅฅณๅญใงๅˆฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใซใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใจๅŒใ˜้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซ่กŒใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจ้€ฒ่จ€ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใจๅ…ฑใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไป•ไบ‹ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€้€€ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใฏใใ‚Œใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ้ ญใŒๅ›บใ„ๅฅณใ ใจใ€ไบบ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใšๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็พๅœจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใจใƒซใƒซใฏใ‚ทใƒซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใจๅŒใ˜้ƒจๅฑ‹ใงไธ‰ไบบใ€ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใงไผ‘ๆฏใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ๆจชใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฆฌ่ปŠใฎไธญใงใฏไธญใ€…ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผตใ‚Š่ฉฐใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸๆ•…ใซใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„็–ฒๅŠดใ‚‚ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆบœใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซ? ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ใ€ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซใงใ™......ๅฐ‘ใ—็–ฒใ‚ŒใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใฃใ‹ใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆ นใ‚’่ฉฐใ‚ใกใ‚ƒใ ใ‚ใ ใ‚ˆ? ๅฐ‘ใ—่‚ฉใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใฆใ„ใ“? ใญ!ใ€ 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ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€้€ฑ้–“็จ‹ใงๅ‹‡่€…ใซ้•ใ‚ใฌๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’่บซใซไป˜ใ‘ใ€ไปŠใ‚‚ใƒกใ‚ญใƒกใ‚ญใจใใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใใฎไผธใณใ—ใ‚ใฏๅ…จใ่ฆ‹ใˆใšใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅคฉ่ณฆใฎๆ‰ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅพกๆ–นใ ใจๆ”นใ‚ใฆ็ขบไฟกๅ‡บๆฅใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€็งใฏใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ‚’ๅฏ†ใ‹ใซๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ็ตŒ้จ“ใฏ็š†็„กใงใ—ใŸใฎใงใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆˆธๆƒ‘ใฃใฆใฏใ„ใพใ™ใŒใ€ไปŠใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹่จŽไผใซๅ‹•ใใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๅทซๅฅณใจใ„ใ†้–ขไฟ‚ใงใ‚ใ‚‹่บซ......ๆ‹ๆ„›ใซ็พใ‚’ๆŠœใ‹ใ™ใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใงใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใŸใใฎๆ™‚ใซใฏ.........ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€็ง้”ใฏ้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’่จŽไผใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่บซใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€็งใฏใ‚ใฎไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใชๅฐ‘ๅนดใ‚’ๆ•ตใซๅ›žใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅคฑๆ•—ใ—ใŸใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ ้ญ”็Ž‹ใฏๅœงๅ€’็š„ใช็ ดๅฃŠใฎ่ฑกๅพดโ€•โ€•โ€•ใใฎๅŠ›ใจใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚คใƒ‰ใฎ้ซ˜ใ„้ญ”ๆ—้”ใ‚’ๅนณไผใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ ใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆญป็ฅžใฎ้€†้ฑ—ใซใ€่งฆใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ€็งใฏ็งใซ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎ็œผใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆžฏใ‚Œ่‰่‰ฒใฎๅณใฎ็žณใจใ€่ตค้ป’ใ็ฉดใฎ็ฉบใ„ใŸ็ฉบ่™šใชๅทฆ็œผใ€็œผ็ƒใฏไธ€ใคใ—ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚็งใฏๅ…จ่บซใ‚’ๅ…จๆ–นๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…จใฆ่ฆ‹้€ใ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ้™ฅใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ…จๅŠ›ใง้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใŠๅ‰ใ‚’่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฏๅƒ•ใซใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅพŒๆ‚”ใ™ใ‚‹ไฝใซๅฉใใฎใ‚ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็ถบ้บ—ใชใŠ้ก”ใ‚’ๆถ™ใจ้ผปๆฐดใงๆญชใพใ›ใฆใ€่ถณ่…ฐ็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„ไฝใฎๆๆ€–ใ‚’ไธŽใˆใฆใ€ๅญไพ›ใฟใŸใ„ใซๅคฑ็ฆใ•ใ›ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฏๅœฐ้ขใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆ“ฆใ‚Šใคใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฟ…ๆญปใซๅƒ•ใซ่จฑใ—ใ‚’่ซ‹ใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใ€็งใฎๅฟƒใซๆฅ”ใ‚’ๆ‰“ใก่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ไธ€ๅญ—ไธ€ๅฅใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฎๆๆ€–ใงใ™ใ‚‰ใ€้ฎฎๆ˜Žใซๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคฑๆ•—ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ในใใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใŒๆฎดใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ในใใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ—ฅใ‚ใฎๆ™‚......ใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ‚‚ๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŠ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญ......็ขบใ‹Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ—ใŸใ‹......ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐไบบ้–“ใŒใ‚ใฎๆง˜ใซๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹......ใ€ ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚็งใฎ็ต็•Œ่ก“ใง่กๆ’ƒใ‚„ใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ‹ใ‚‰่ญทใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใจๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใชใ„้™ใ‚ŠใฏๅฃŠใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ‚ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใซใจใฃใฆใ€ใใ—ใฆใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใซใจใฃใฆใ€ๅคงไบ‹ใชๆƒณใ„ใฎๅ“ใชใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†......ใงใ‚‚็งใซใฏใ“ใฎใŠ้ขใŒใ€ใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใจ็งใ‚’็น‹ใ้Ž–ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใ™ใใซใงใ‚‚ๅฃŠใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ„ใŸใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ—ใพใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒ็งใฎๆ‰‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ไปŠๅบฆใ“ใ็งใ‚„ใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใฏใ‚ใฎๆญป็ฅžใซๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŠ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ„ใ‹ใซใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ขใƒฌใฏใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ่‚ฉๆ›ธใ‚’็„ก่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใ€Žไบบ้–“ใ€ใจใ—ใฆใฎใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใ‚’ๅฃŠใ™ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฃŠใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ้Ž–ใฏ็ตถๅฏพใซๅฃŠใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ่ฒ ใ‘ใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚็งใฏใพใšใ€ใ‚ใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใˆใ‚‹ๅผทใ•ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅทซๅฅณใจใ—ใฆใ€ใใ—ใฆใƒŠใ‚ฎๆง˜ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒŠใƒผใจใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚‚ใ€็ฃไบบใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใŒใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎ็‚บใซใ€ๅทซๅฅณใงใ‚ใ‚‹็งใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ“ใจโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅฝน็›ฎใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚
My heart, is beating violently. It accelerates my blood flow, perhaps this is the most ferocious beating I've ever experienced in my life, and then as if probing my body, the blood flows with each beat. I do think it's painful. The pain is as if my heart is about to explode. However, more than that, there's a certain sensation enveloping my whole body. That's, the sensation of growth. "Status." After defeating the monkey, my staggering body falls to the ground, while lying down, I look at my own status. *Status* Name : Naginata Kitsune Gender : Male Lv. 20 (| UP19) Strength : 400:STOP! Stamina : 2500 Resistance : 3450 Agility : 2620 Magic Power : 1220 I was level 1, whereas the monkey was level 54, so I think the experience points I acquired was quite plenty. After leaping directly to level 20, my status is already beyond normal human realm. My resistance has finally surpassed 3000. With this at the very least I'm sure I won't die from E rank demonic beasts' attack. You can say that's just how though I've become. Actually, my status has already shown its effects. My shaken mind; from getting blown away by the monkey; is already recovered. And how my self-healing ability greatly increased is also one of the proof. "Ompf... hmm... okay, I think I'm fine already. As for my demon eye...." Standing up, I stretch my body and find that it's already fine, then I decide to try activating my demon eye again. "...not yet, huh. That means its recovery is on different domain than my self-recovery from resistance stat, huh." Perhaps, because this is a powerful ability and is classified as innate ability, it isn't necessarily possible to be activated just because my body has already recovered from the fatigue. Should I use it to its very limit, I think I need a certain interval before I can use it again. That means, I won't be able to use it again for the time being. However, a new way to use the miasma-- or rather, a way to increase my miasma, knowing it is already a big discovery in itself. As far as I'm concerned, this discovery is as important as my leveling up. After all, with this my means of attacking increased by one. And since my strength rose, I think I now should be able to wield larger weapons. "Well then, let's go home... I've defeated one monkey after all, and I also don't want to move my body again for the time being." If Finia-chan were here, I'm sure she'd innocently shower me with maliceless insults, but now that I'm monologuing by myself like this, I'm kind of lonely. Seems like I'm slightly too immersed with my sentiment. "Let's take them back, that ball of insult solely dedicated for me, that sunflower-like smile, also... my family." I stretch my hand to the sky, and clench it tight. I'm not sad, because all of my precious things are on my hand. I've lost nothing. Saying so to myself, I move my legs and head to the town. * * * Around the same time, at another location, the hero party had arrived at a certain town different from where Kitsune and the other were. After entrusting the carriage to the stable and reserving lodgings, it was around the time they took rest. For the room assignment, Nagi, Cecil, and Jik were together in one room, where Finia, Lulu, and Silphy were in another one. For Nagi, he preferred for males and females to have separate rooms and proposed that Cecil, Finia, and the others to be together, however Cecil said that being together with the hero was her duty, so he compromised. By the way, seeing that, Jik thought her as a very obstinate woman. Currently, Finia, Lulu, and Silphy were in their room and were resting on the bed. They weren't sleeping, they were only lying down. Inside the carriage, their minds were pretty strained, that was why mental-wise they were pretty worn out. "Are you okay, Lulu-chan?" "I'm fine... I'm just slightly tired." "...I see, you mustn't force yourself, okay? Want to relax a bit?" "...yes, thank you very much." Mental-wise, she was still a twelve-year old child, even if she had determination to get stronger, her body and mind wouldn't necessarily follow suit that easily. Human wouldn't change so abruptly. However, even if that was indeed the case, as far as Finia was concerned, Lulu was slightly forcing herself. Finia felt as though Lulu was hurrying to get stronger as fast as possible. However, toward such Lulu, Finia could only tell her such. Relax a bit, advance slightly more slowly. Because advancing recklessly never led to something good, after all. "By the way, what are you guys going to do from now on?" "...w, we are hero party that was formed to subjugate the demon lord. That's why, before subjugating the demon lord, we're going to accumulate experience and building up strength to the limit so that we can subjugate the demon lord...." To Finia's inquiry, Silphy the magician answered as such. To subjugate the demon lord they had to fight the demonic beasts and demons along the way as well. That means, at their current ability were around that of A ranks, they held no chance at all. First thing first, they had to build up suitable power. For that sake, the fastest and easiest way was to have powerful weapons and armors. Hence, the current destination of the hero party was "Industrial country Jigveria" which was on the opposite side of Rookshide kingdom. By the way, Cecil was the one who called it as such. Its official name was "Repulic Jigveria", different from Grandile kingdom and Rookshide kingdom, it was a democratic kingdom with no king, and the whole citizens were the state. However, the territory was quite small, with its size, rather than a country it was more close to a town. Thus, this country was also called industrial town, numerous human and dwarves with magic tool craftsman and weapon craftsman as profession resided there. Also, their abilities were second to none in the world, weapons and magic tools produced there were all certificated. Their fame resounded around the world, each nation recognized that "Jigveria's manufacture art was world best". Thus, weapons produced there were favorite for numerous adventurers as well as knights. In this country's past history, there once existed a legendary weapon craftsman who created a holy sword, even now there were "Brave series", "Phantom series", and many other weapon series created by famous weapon craftsman. To prepare for Hero's equipment, this was surely the best location. "Hmm... I see, got it." Finia only nodded and responded so. Seeing Finia's response, Silphy slightly dropped her shoulders. Even if she no longer completely rejected them as she did at first, seems like there was still a huge gap between Finia and co. and Hero and co. --what a blunder. I was a miko that was born at Grandile Kingdom, working for the hero was my duty, and offering him my body and soul was also part of it. However, this time was different, I was following Nagi on my own volition, and I was also determined to devote my all to him. Ever since the moment he was summoned here, he already showed signs befitting those of heroes. Even though he was abruptly summoned here, he was capable of calmly assessing the circumstance. Moreover, even after we explained to him how dangerous his duty to subjugate the demon lord was, he still accepted it with eyes full of confiction, even now I still remembered those eyes. At that moment, Nagi-sama's appearance was brimming with the dignity befitting those of heroes. And then, a week after the summoning ritual, he already acquired prowess befitting of a hero, and even now it was still rapidly rising. I couldn't see the limit of his growth, and that fact gave me conviction that he was indeed someone who was blessed with natural gift. Thus, I secretly came to liking Nagi-sama. I have no prior such experience, so I was slightly bewildered, but right now we were in the middle of demon lord subjugation journey, such relation between hero and miko, namely love, we couldn't afford to waste time with such matter. However, after we subjugated the demon lord.... However, we were currently in the middle of journey to subjugate the demon lord. Thus, I did think it was a blunder to turn that eerie youth into our enemy. Demon lord was the symbol of overwhelming destruction, it was an absolute ruler who possessed overwheling power as well as charm (charisma) that made those prideful demons to prostate themselves before it. Without knowing that, I snatched that idea-type fairy (Finia) away, and ultimately warranted that shinigami's wrath. At that time, I couldn't avert my eyes when he was saying talking to me. Hay-colored right eye, and dark red hollow left eye, even though he only had one eye left, at that time I felt as thought I was being stared from every direction. 'Just do your best to run away, since I'll keep on chase, chase, and chase after you, and finally, I'll beat you enough to make you regret what you've done. I'll definitely give you enough fear that will make that pretty face of yours covered by tears and snots, that will make your legs limp and unable to stand up, and finally, it will force you to rub that head of yours on the ground in desperate of asking for my forgiveness.' Those words pierced deep in my heart. Unbearable, the dread at that moment, I even could still vividly remember it. That was why, it was a blunder. I shouldn't have laid a hand on that youth. When Nagi-sama attacked him, I should've stopped him. If we were unlucky, at that day, at that moment, there was a possibility that Nagi-sama's mind might break, after all. "Kitsune... if my memory serves right, he was an H rank adventurer, wasn't he? ... How come someone turns into like that, I wonder...." Murmuring so, I took out the snatched mask (Finia's life) from my pocket. I'd put barriers that absorbed chock and damage on it, so as long as we weren't up against demon lord or demons, there should be no chance of it breaking. For that fairy, and also for that youth, it was something that was very important... however, as far as I was concerned, this mask was a chain that tied me to that youth. I honestly wanted to break it as soon as possible. Should this mask were to break while it was on me, I was sure the moment we meet that Shinigami again, not just Nagi-sama's, I was sure it'd break my mind as well. Even if Nagi-sama was a hero, it'd disregard such a thing and break the 'human' Nagi-sama. That was why I couldn't afford to break this mask. I absolutely mustn't break this chain. I couldn't afford to lose. For the first step, I believed I should obtain power enough to oppose that youth. As the hero's miko, as well as Nagi-sama's partner. That fairy, as well as that beastman, I'd have to utilize everything I had. That was, for the hero's sake, the extent of what I had to do as his miko, that was a duty I had to fulfill no matter what.
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ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅฃฐใŒ้ ใ–ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆœฌๆ ผ็š„ใซๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ†ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ๆทฑใใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„ๆตทใซๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ„ใๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใŒใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจ่–„ใ‚‰ใ„ใงใ„ใๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒๆญปใฌใฃใฆใ“ใจใ‹......ๅˆไฝ“้จ“ใ ใญใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่ปฝๅฃใ‚’ๅฉใใฎใ‚‚็„ก็†ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใพใใ€ๅƒ•ใฎไบบ็”Ÿใฏๅ…จ็„ถ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉ......ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎๆœ€ๅพŒใซๅ‹้”ใ‚’่ญทใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใพใใใ‚Œใงๅ‹้”ใ‚’ๆณฃใ‹ใ›ใฆใกใ‚ƒๆ„ๅ‘ณใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚่‡ชๅทฑๆบ€่ถณใงใ€่‡ชๅทฑ็Š ็‰ฒใงใ€ไป–ไบบใ‚’้กงใฟใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใŒใ€ไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใฏใ€ใใ“ใงๅฎŒๅ…จใซๆทฑใ„้—‡ใฎๅบ•ใธใจๆบถใ‘ใฆใ€ๆถˆใˆใŸใ€‚ ใฏใ€็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใคใไบบใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใงใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใใฎๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆฏ่ฆชใซๅ„ชใ—ใๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏไธ€ๅบฆใ‚‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผใฏๆœ›ใพใ‚Œใฆ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๅญไพ›ใงใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็”Ÿใ‚“ใ ๅฝผใฎๆฏ่ฆชใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใง็”ฃใ‚“ใ ๅญไพ›ใชใฎใซๅญ่‚ฒใฆใ‚’ๆ”พๆฃ„ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚’่‚ฒใฆใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎไธก่ฆชโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็ฅ–็ˆถๆฏใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ„›ๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ่‚ฒใฆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏใ€ๅฝผใŒๅนผ็จšๅœ’ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใพใงใฎใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅนผ็จšๅœ’ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€ฅใซ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…่‰ฏใ็ฌ‘ใ†ๅญใ ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€ไธ€ๅˆ‡็ฌ‘ใ‚ใชใใชใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚็ฅ–็ˆถๆฏใฏใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใจ่žใ„ใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใฏๅŠ›ใชใ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ ใ‘ใงไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏ่™ใ‚ใซ้ญใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ไป–ใฎๅนผ็จšๅœ’ๅ…ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿ้”ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๆ•ฌ้ ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ„ใคใ‚‚ไธ€ไบบใ€ไปฒ้–“ๅค–ใ‚Œใซใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๆ‰‹ๅŠ ๆธ›ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅนผๅ…้”ใฎๆšดๅŠ›ใซๆ™’ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‹ใ‚‰่ญทใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ—ฅใซๆ—ฅใซๅฝผใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใฏ็—ฃใŒๅข—ใˆใ€ๅฃๆ•ฐใ‚„็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚‚ๆธ›ใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆ—ฅใ€…ใ‚’้€ใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผใŒๅนด้•ท็ต„ใซใชใฃใŸ้ ƒโ€•โ€•โ€•็ฅ–็ˆถๆฏใŒไบกใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆญปๅ› ใฏไบ‹ๆ•…ๆญปใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅนผ็จšๅœ’ใซ่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซไป•ไบ‹ใซๅ‡บใ‹ใ‘ใŸ็ฅ–็ˆถๆฏใŒ้›ป่ปŠใฎใƒ›ใƒผใƒ ใซ่ปข่ฝใ—ใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸ้›ป่ปŠใซ่ฝขใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅณๆญปใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ฅ–็ˆถๆฏใŒไบกใใชใฃใฆใ€็ฅ–็ˆถๆฏใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸไฟ้™บใฎไฟ้™บ้‡‘ใŒๆฏ่ฆชใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฐๅญฆๆ กใธ้€šใ†ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ๆฏ่ฆชใŒๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅฐๅญฆๆ กใธ้€šใ‚ใ›ใŸใฎใฏใ€ไธ–้–“ไฝ“ใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฐๅญฆๆ กใซ้€šใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚„็ฒพ็ฅžใฏ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใซๅ ชใˆใชใ„ใปใฉๆ†”ๆ‚ดใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ„›ๆƒ…ใ‚’้€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹็ฅ–็ˆถๆฏใฎๆญปใจใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆจใฆใŸๆฏ่ฆชใจไบŒไบบๆšฎใ‚‰ใ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒๅฝผใซใจใฃใฆใ€็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใซใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใจใชใ‚‹่ฆๅ› ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Žใชใ‚“ใงใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใฟใŸใ„ใชๅญใ‚’็”ฃใ‚“ใ˜ใพใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ‡ใ€ ๆฏ่ฆชใฏไบ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ”ใจใซใใ†ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใพใจใ‚‚ใซๅฎถไบ‹ใ‚’ใ›ใšใ€ๅฎถใฎใ“ใจใฏๅ…จใฆๆก”้ŸณใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็„ก่ซ–ใ€ๆœ€ๅˆใฎ้ ƒใฏๅคฑๆ•—็ถšใใงๆฏ่ฆชใฎๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฒทใ†ใ€‚ไธๅ‘ณใ„ๆ–™็†ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ›ใฐๅฉใ‹ใ‚Œใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๅฃŠใ›ใฐๆฎดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆ—ฅใ€…ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅนผ็จšๅœ’ๆ™‚ไปฃใฎใƒˆใƒฉใ‚ฆใƒžใŒ่˜‡ใ‚Šใ€ๆœใง้š ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏ้’็—ฃใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใฉๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใปใฉใ€ๆณฃใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅฐๅญฆๆ กใงใฏๆšดๅŠ›ใ“ใๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใพใŸไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ไปฒ้–“ๅค–ใ‚Œใ‚„้™ฐๅฃใชใฉใฎ่™ใ‚ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ“่ชฟใฏๆ‚ชใใชใ‚ŠใŒใกใงใ€ๅญฆๆ กใงใฏใšใฃใจไธ€ไบบใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใŸใฎใฏใใฎๅฐๅญฆๆ กใฎไธ€ไบบใฎ็”ทๆ•™ๅธซใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏๆฏŽๆ—ฅใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ€ๅŠฑใพใ—็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใ„ใ„ใ‹? ไบบ็”Ÿ่พ›ใ„ใ“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ็›ฎใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใšใ€ๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆŽขใ›ใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Žไฝ•? ้™ฐๅฃใ‚’ๅฉใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹? ๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ€ๅ…จ้ƒจๆฐ—ใซใ›ใšๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ—ใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐไบ›็ดฐใชๆˆฏ่จ€ใ ใ€ ใ€ŽใŠๅ‰......ใ“ใฎๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใฏใชใ‚“ใ !? ่ชฐใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ!?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ็Ž‡ๅ…ˆใ—ใฆ่กŒๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚่ช ๅฎŸใงใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚็†ฑ่ก€ใงใ€่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ•™ๅธซใฎ้‘‘ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบบใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฝผใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Š้™ฐๅฃใฏๆฐ—ใซใ›ใš็ฌ‘ใ„้ฃ›ใฐใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚Šใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆ้›ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆŒ‘็™บ็š„ใช่จ€ๅ‹•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ทใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ๆฏ่ฆชใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸไธ€่จ€ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฟƒใซ็ชใๅˆบใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ€ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใฏใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅฟƒใซๆทฑใ็ชใๅˆบใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ“ใจใซ่บŠ่บ‡ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็ฌ‘ใˆใชใใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจใพใŸๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใซๅฟƒ้…ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ๆ€ใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅฟƒใซๅˆบใ•ใฃใŸๆฏ่ฆชใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใจใ€ๅ…ˆ็”Ÿใธๅฟƒ้…ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใใชใ„ๆ€ใ„ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฟๆŒŸใฟใซใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใง็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆ›–ๆ˜งใช่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช็Šถๆ…‹ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใฏไฝ™่จˆใซๆฐ—ๅ‘ณๆ‚ชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๅฐๅญฆๆ กใงใฏใšใฃใจ่™ใ‚ใฎๅฏพ่ฑกใจใ—ใฆๆ‰ฑใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฐๅญฆๆ กใ‚’ๅ’ๆฅญใ—ใฆไธŠใŒใฃใŸไธญๅญฆๆ กใ€‚ใใ“ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ปขๆฉŸใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ”ฏใˆใ ใฃใŸๆ•™ๅธซใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใ€ๅฝผใ‚’่™ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸ่€…ใŒๅบƒใ‚ใŸ่จผๆ‹ ใ‚‚็„กใ„ๅ™‚ใŒใ€ไธญๅญฆใงใ‚‚ๅฝผใ‚’่‹ฆใ—ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏใ€่ชฐใซใ‚‚้‚ช้ญ”ใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„็ฉบ้–“ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใฆๅญฆๆ กใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ็›ดใใซ่ฟ‘ใใฎๅ›ณๆ›ธ้คจใซ็ฑ ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๅนพใคใ‚‚ๆœฌใ‚’่ชญใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅฐ่ชฌใ€้š็ญ†ใ€ๆผซ็”ปใ€ๅ“ฒๅญฆใ€ๆญดๅฒใ€ๆด‹ๆœฌใ€้›‘่ชŒใ€ๅ†™็œŸ้›†ใ€ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚่ชญใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ไธญใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…่™ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจใ€‚ใใ—ใฆไธ€ใคใฎ็ญ”ใˆใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Ž่™ใ‚ใซ็†็”ฑใฏ็„กใ„ใ€ไบบใฏ่ชฐใ‹ใ‚’ๆŽ’ไป–ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงๆปๅญๆ›ฒใŒใฃใŸๅ‹ๆƒ…ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Šใ‚ใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏใใฎใ€Žๆปๅญๆ›ฒใŒใฃใŸๅ‹ๆƒ…ใ€ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹็‚บใซๆŽ’ไป–ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏพ่ฑกใซใชใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ซฆใ‚ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ€ใจๅ•ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Ž่™ใ‚ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใ†ใ“ใจใ€ใ‚’ใ€ใ ใ€‚็†็”ฑใŒ็„กใ„ใ€ใคใพใ‚ŠๅŽŸๅ› ใŒ็„กใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ€‚ ใชใ‚“ใจใชใๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰่™ใ‚ใ‚‹ ใชใ‚“ใจใชใๅผฑใใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่™ใ‚ใ‚‹ ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็†็”ฑใชใฉใชใใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ๆก”้ŸณใŒใชใ‚“ใจใชใๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่™ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…จใฆๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚่™ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€ๆ—ฅๅธธใฎไธ€ใคใจใ—ใฆไบซๅ—ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใ€่™ใ‚ใŒ่พ›ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†่€ƒใˆๆ–นใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ๅŽปใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใฎๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒๆฐ—ๅ‘ณๆ‚ชใ•ใ‚’ๅข—ใ—โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ›ณๆ›ธ้คจใซ่กŒใ‹ใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎ็ฟŒๆ—ฅใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใซ่กŒใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹่™ใ‚ใฎ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ€่™ใ‚ใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ…‹ๅบฆใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใธใ‚‰ใธใ‚‰ใจ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€้™ฐๅฃใ‚’็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰่‚ฏๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใ“ใฎไธŠใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่™ใ‚ใฏๆญขใพใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ€Žๆปๅญๆ›ฒใŒใฃใŸๅ‹ๆƒ…ใ€ใฎไฝœใ‚‹ไปฒ่‰ฏใ—ใ“ใ‚ˆใ—ใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๆŽ’ไป–ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ„ใ†ๆฐ—ๆŒใก่‡ชไฝ“ใŒๆถˆใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใฎใŒใ€ใ€Žๆก”้Ÿณใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ€ใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎไธญๅญฆ็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’ใ„ใคใ‚‚ๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซใธใ‚‰ใธใ‚‰่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰้Žใ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅฎถใงใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๆฏ่ฆชใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใซๆก”้Ÿณใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎไฝœใ‚‹ๆ–™็†ใ™ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ไผš่ฉฑใ‚‚ใชใใ€้€†ใซๆฏ่ฆชใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใชใ„ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซโ€•โ€•โ€•่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚ŒใชใใชใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ่ชฐใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใŒๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€็„ก้–ขๅฟƒใงๅฑ…ใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ โ—‡ ใใ—ใฆ้ซ˜ๆ กๆ™‚ไปฃใ€‚ ไธ€ๅนดใ€ไบŒๅนดใฏไธญๅญฆๆ™‚ไปฃใจๅŒใ˜ใ ใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณๆ‚ชใ•ใŒใ€ๅŒ็ดš็”Ÿใ€ๅ…ˆ่ผฉใ€ๅพŒ่ผฉใ€้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใปใฉใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿๆดปๆœ€ๅพŒใฎๅนดโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้™ฐๅฃใ‚’ๅฉใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซๆบœใพใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใธใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใŒๆบขใ‚Œใ ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚็„ก้–ขๅฟƒใงใ„ใŸใ„ใฎใซใ€้™ฐๅฃใ‚’ๅฉใใงใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใƒ‘ใƒณใ‚ฏใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ„ใใ†ใชใปใฉๆบœใพใฃใŸใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใŒใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎ้™ฐๅฃใ‚’ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฌ‰ใ€…ใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใพใŸใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใจใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ“ใธใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸใฎใŒใ€็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไบบใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใฎๆฉŸๅพฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใซ้•ทใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ็„ก้–ขๅฟƒใงใ„ใŸใ„ใฎใซใ€ๅซŒใ†ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ็Šถๆณใฎไธญใงใ€ใŸใ ไธ€ไบบๆก”้Ÿณใซๆƒนใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่™ใ‚ใซ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚ใšใ€ๆญขใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ€ใชใฎใซไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๅผฑ่€…ใฎ็ซ‹ๅ ดใซใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช็Ÿ›็›พใ—ใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ€ๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใจ้–ขใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณๆ‚ชใŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎไบบใ€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅคงใใชๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ—ใŠใ‚Šใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ ใ‘โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€ไปฒใฎ่‰ฏใ„ไบŒไบบใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ็›ฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ใซๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ†ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆŽ’ไป–ใ—ใฆใ€Žๆปๅญๆ›ฒใŒใฃใŸๅ‹ๆƒ…ใ€ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€ใ‚ใฎ้ ƒใซใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใšใซใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ€ ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฏ่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆ„›ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ„ชใ—ใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎไบบใ€…ใฏๅซŒใ‚ใšใซใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ€่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆ„›ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ„ชใ—ใ„ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใจไปฒ่‰ฏใใ—ใ€ๆŒ™ๅฅๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใ‚’ไธŽใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ๅนธใ›ใใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•่จฑใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚่จฑใ›ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎ่ฒ ใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ็ˆ†็™บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ็ตๆžœใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใฉใŠใ‚Šใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใงๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ใ€ใ€Žๆปๅญๆ›ฒใŒใฃใŸๅ‹ๆƒ…ใ€ใฎ็‚บใซใ€ใฒใ„ใฆใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฎๆฌฒๆœ›ใฎ็‚บใซใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŽ’ไป–ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใ ใ‘ใ€‚ใใฎไป–ใฎไบบใ€…ใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ–œใ‚“ใ ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใŒๆ€ฏใˆใฆใ„ใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใŒๆถˆใˆใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€ๅ–œใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ๅพŒใ‚‚ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‹ใ‚‰่งฃๆ”พใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆฐ—ใซใฏใชใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฎไธ€็”Ÿใ€‚ๆ„›ใ•ใ‚Œ่‚ฒใฃใŸๆœ€ๅˆใฎไบ”ๅนด้–“ใ€ๆ†Žใพใ‚ŒๆŽ’ไป–ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅฐไธญๅญฆๆ กๆ™‚ไปฃใ€ๆ€ฏใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œ้Žใ”ใ—ใŸ้ซ˜ๆ กไบŒๅนด้–“ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆ†Žใ—ใฟใจ็พจๆœ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆœ€ๅพŒใฎไธ‰ใƒตๆœˆใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใŸไบบใ€…ใฏ็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใซใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใซ็ธ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ใ‚’ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ใจ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ„ใ˜ใ‚ใฏ่™ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ–นใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใจใ„ใ†็†ๅฑˆใ‚’ๆใญใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆญฃๅฝ“ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใฏๅ‹ๅˆฉ่€…ใ ใจใ€ๆ ผไธŠใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใชใฎใ ใจใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆœ€ๅพŒใพใง็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€ๆบ€่ถณๆฐ—ใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎ่™ใ‚ใจใ„ใ†ๆŽ’ไป–่กŒ็‚บใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็ขบใ‹ใซๆฎบใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎ็†ๅฑˆใง่จ€ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใใ‚Œใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆœ€ๅพŒใพใง่™ใ‚ใซๅฑˆใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใงๆŽ’ไป–ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅฝผใ‚‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€่ชใ‚ใšใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๆ•—ๅŒ—ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใงไฝœใฃใŸ็†ๅฑˆใŒ็”Ÿใ‚“ใ ๆ•—ๅŒ—ๆ„Ÿใจๆฎบไบบใจใ„ใ†็ฝชใ‚’่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ‚ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ…ˆใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใšใฃใจๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใซ็ธ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ็›ฎใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸใ‚‰้™ใ‚Šๆณจใๅ…‰ใŒ่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ—ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ‚บใ‚ญใƒชใจ็—›ใฟใŒ่ตฐใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฌกใซๆ„Ÿ็Ÿฅๅ‡บๆฅใŸใฎใฏใ€่€ณใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‹้ขจใฎ้ŸณใจๅพŒ้ ญ้ƒจใ‚„่ƒŒไธญใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹่‰ใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ€‚ ๆฌกใ€…ใจๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€ๆค็‰ฉใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใ€ๅ†ทใŸใๆพ„ใ‚“ใ ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ€ๅฟƒ่‡“ใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใ€ๆธฉใ‹ใ„ไฝ“ๆธฉใ€็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ“ใฏใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ๅฃฐใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆ…ฃใ‚Œ่ฆชใ—ใ‚“ใ ่žใ่ฆšใˆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฏ่‰ๆœจใซๅ›ฒใพใ‚ŒใŸๆฃฎใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ๆ›ดใซไปฐๅ‘ใ‘ใซๅคฉ็„ถใฎ่Š็”Ÿใซๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ€ใฉใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใงใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚“......ใ€ ไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใ€ๅ›บใพใฃใŸ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่งฃใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซไผธใณใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ณใ‚ญใ‚ณใ‚ญใจๅฐๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใ„ใ„้ŸณใŒ้ณดใ‚Šใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚่‰ฒใ€…็ขบ่ชใ—ใฆใฟใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ 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Chapter 1: What Kitsune Left Behind It was pitch black. It's black, and I can't feel anything. It doesn't feel like my eyes are closed, and I'll bet what I'm seeing isn't the back of my eyelids. I think I'm probably dead. I do think that I don't want to go, but in the end, with that state and those wounds, I guess dying is only natural. I broke my promise. I kinda wanted to go to the amusement park. Now that I think about it, isn't that totally a date? What's more, a date with a bishojo. My life always does this to me whenever things are looking good. -- I made her cry... What's left of my memory, is the scene of Shiori's teary face. The feeling of her warm tears dripping onto my face one by one. That feeling is still firmly implanted in my memory. "Kitsune-san... why... don't leave me behind...?" I hear a voice. It's Shiori's. But it's still pitch black, and it doesn't even feel like I have a body, so I can't move a finger. If I were to open my eyes, then perhaps I could see Shiori-chan again, but I don't have the sensation of eyelids I can open. If I were to reach out my hand, then perhaps I could touch Shiori-chan, but I have no hand to extend. If I were to open my mouth, then perhaps I could make small-talk with her as always, but I have no mouth to mince words. Irritating, yeah, it's irritating. For me not to be able to make a single woman smile... how powerless am I? "Kitsu...san! Ki---n...!" Her voice is getting farther and farther away. Ah, it seems I really am dying here. It feels like I'm sinking into a deep, cold sea. So this is death... it's my first time, please be gentle. Oh wait, it's not as if I have a mouth to say it. Well, my life really wasn't a nice thing... but I guess that in the end of the end, I protected my friend so that's something. But since I made that friend cry, I guess there's no meaning in it. It was self-satisfaction and self-sacrifice. But that's just about enough. My conscious completely dissolves into the deep darkness and vanishes. From the moment he was born, Naginata Kitsune wasn't one well-liked by others. From the day he was born, he never once experienced his mother's warm embrace. And all of this was because he wasn't a child she wished to birth. And the mother that birthed him, despite him being born of her own womb, neglected in raising him. The ones who raised him were that girl's parents--Kitsune's grandparents. He was only raised surrounded with love until he entered kindergarten. After he entered, his atmosphere took a sudden change. He was always a child who would smile a lot, but he suddenly stopped smiling at all. His grandmother found it strange, and asked, but he merely gave a powerless laugh, and didn't say anything. He had been faced with bullying. For some reason, the other kids hated him, and even the teachers kept a distance from him. He was always alone, left out, and he even faced violence from the kids who didn't know to hold back. There wasn't even a teacher to protect him from them. Every day, the bruises on his body increased, and his words and smiles decreased. Those days continued, and by the time he had become one of the older kids, he had lost both of his grandparents. The cause was an accident. While they were on the way to work, and he was playing in kindergarten, a train derailed, and they were run over as they waited for it at the platform. For them, death came instantly. He had lost his grandparents, and the money from their insurance went to his mother, so Kitsune was able to attend elementary school. The reason his mother had allowed him to go was to keep up her image to the public. While he attended school, his expression and spirit just continued to get more and more enervated. The death of the grandparents who showered him with love, and the start of his life with the mother who abandoned him, were the main causes of his mental stress. {Why did I give birth to a child like you...} His mother would often let out those words. She was unable to do any housework properly, and Kitsune ended up taking care of everything in the house. Of course, at the start, he kept on failing and incurring his mother's wrath. If he put out bad food, he was struck, and if he broke something, smacked. It was in that cycle, that his kindergarten trauma revived itself, as the area under his clothes began to be covered with bruises once more. He couldn't even remember the amount of times he cried. In elementary school, they didn't use violence, but for some incomprehensible reason, he was always left out, and spoken ill of in the shadows. The mental stress took a toll on his body, and at school, he was always alone. The one who supported him was a single male teacher. That teacher would call out to him every day and encourage him. {Listen here, don't always look at the painful things in life. You just have to look for the fun things.} {What? People are talking behind your back? Don't mind it, if you just let it slide, then all that's left is some kids speaking trivial nonsense about something they know nothing about.} {You... those wounds!? Who did it!?} Whenever something happened to Kitsune, he would take the initiative and take action. He was sincere, hot-blooded, and a model teacher loved by all. So Kitsune followed his words, and paid no mind to the slander, looking over it and laughing at it. He even began to train his body to some extent. He learned to say some provocative things, but that was all part of growing up, he thought. But at a certain time, a sentence from his mother dug into his heart. {Your smile, it's disgusting.} He didn't know why. However, those simple words dug deep into his heart. After that, Kitsune began to hesitate to smile. The word disgusting prevented him. But if he wasn't smiling, he would start worrying his teacher. With emotions like that, his mother's words, and his desire not to make his teacher worry, the boy was put between a rock and a hard place, and after that, Kitsune began to smile while he wasn't smiling. A vague, thin smile would often float on his face. While he was like that, he gave off an unnecessarily unnerving feeling to others, and throughout elementary school, he was the target of bullying. And he graduated and moved up to middle school. That was the turning point of his life. He was distanced from the teacher that supported him, and baseless slander about him continued to spread and torment him. He simply wanted a space where he wasn't a bother to anyone, and whenever school ended, he would hole himself up in a nearby library. He read numerous books, novels, essays, manga, theses, history books, western novels, magazines, and albums; he would read anything. And by doing so, the boy called Kitsune began to think. Why was he bullied? And a single answer came up {There is no reason. It is through excluding and looking down on someone who humans can build their twisted friendship.} Meaning that he was merely a sacrifice for the twisted relations of others. That's why Kitsune gave up. If you ask what he gave up on: To confront the bullying. There was no reason. There was no cause. There was no point. They just kinda didn't like him, so they picked on him. He just looked kinda weak, so they picked on him. Kinda, Kinda, Kinda, there really was no reason, and since Kitsune, with his faint smile, was mildly disgusting, they bullied him. There was nothing he could do about it. And so... He decided to accept everything. The fact that he was bullied just became something he accepted as part of his everyday life. And by doing that, he erased the very notion that the harassment was painful from his mind. From that day, the creepiness of his faint smile increased... and Kitsune stopped going to the library all together. From the next day, the atmosphere surrounding the bullying changed. Kitsune started taking the harassment as something he had to accept himself. He continued to give an unsettling smile, he laughed at the meaningless slander as he confirmed his theory. There was nothing more disgusting. And so, the bullying stopped. It's not like Kitsune entered the circle of twisted friendship and camaraderie. The very reason that he was being excluded had changed. What was born in its place was the feeling that {I don't want to get involved with that guy} . Kitsune spent his middle school life with a faint smile constantly floating over his face. And it was the same at home. In a similar way, his mother no longer wanted to be involved with him. She even stopped touching the food he made for her. There were no conversations between them, and on the contrary, his mother began to grow afraid of him. In exchange for not being liked by anyone--he was no longer hated by anyone. Everyone just wanted to stay uninvolved and apathetic to his plight. * High school. One, two years went by in the same way as middle school. The disgusting feeling from Kitsune's faint smile affected his peers, upper-classmates, lower-classmates, and everyone, inflicting mental stress. And in the last year of Kitsune's high school life... they began slandering him again. The stress his surroundings had built up from putting up with him finally went out of control. Even if they wanted to remain apathetic, they would have gone into a panic if they didn't find an outlet for their stress. Kitsune put up with that slander with the same faint smile as ever. He happily accepted it as part of himself. That merely added more onto their built-up stress. The one who walked into the room was Shinozaki Shiori. She was a little bit of a strange person, and she excelled at picking up the signs to see what other people were feeling. In an environment that wanted to stay uninvolved with Kitsune, yet could do nothing but hate him, she was drawn to the boy. He didn't try to stand against the bullying, and he did absolutely nothing to stop it, but for some reason he didn't seem to be in a weak position. That contradictory existence made her step up to Kitsune. By involving himself with her, the boy gradually began to change. At the very least, from the perspective of the people who found him creepy, he had changed completely. Only when Kitsune was talking to Shiori... was when his smile truly seemed to contain any joy. They got along so well that many suspected they were dating. That's probably why the status quo crumbled, and the surroundings regressed. They tried to set up their twisted friendship once more. Naginata Kitsune was someone who always must be hated. Shinozaki Shiori was a nice girl who was always loved by others. Those around them saw their most hated one getting along with the nice girl they all cherished, and the stress built up as the two spent their days in happiness... it was unforgivable. They couldn't permit it, so their pent-up emotions exploded. As a result, Kitsune was murdered. The life of the boy known as Kitsune was literally removed, excluded from the world for the sake of their twisted friendship and lust. The only one to shed tears was Shiori. Everyone else rejoiced. They rejoiced at having the one who frightened them all disappear. -- But even after Kitsune died, they didn't feel that they had been freed from him. Naginata Kitsune's entire life. After the first five years where he was lovingly raised, after the years in middle and high school where he was hated and excluded, after the two years of high school where he was feared, and even after the last three months where he was loathed which eventually killed him, in the end, he was lovingly sent off by a close friend. Without any regrets, he died having protected her. He couldn't have hoped for a more heroic end. And so, the people who surrounded him continued to be subconsciously bound to the boy. They began to recognize their bullying for what it was. Using the excuse that he was at fault for not saying anything, they desperately justified their actions. They were the winners, and the better people, that's why. Kitsune smiled up to the end, dying satisfied with life. Their exclusion and isolation was definitely what killed him. But by their logic, it was simply that he had lost. The reason being that up 'til the end, Kitsune never broke under the harassment. Since they were never able to isolate him in the truest sense, they had to admit defeat to him. And that's why, by killing him, the sense of guilt birthed of their own twisted logic was something they were forced to shoulder. From there on, they were bound by the entity known as Naginata Kitsune for the rest of their lives. When I open my eyes, light rains down on me, clouding my vision, and when I try to relax, pain races around my body. And the next thing I perceive is the sound of the wind brushing against my ear, and the feeling of grass along my back and the back of my head. My senses begin returning one after the other. The scent of vegetation, the feeling of cold, clear air, the beating of my heart, the warmth of my own body, the feeling of... being alive. "... Where might this be?" When I try speaking, what I hear is the familiar voice I knew belonged to me. I thought I had died, but it seems I'm alive. My surroundings seem to be a forest of trees and plants. When I look up at the sky, I see that I had collapsed on the grass. This definitely isn't normal. "... Hmm..." I try raising my upper body, and in order to understand my state, I stretch my stiff body. A nice-sounding "crick" sounds out, and I am able to start processing my situation. I guess I should check a few things. I'm wearing my school uniform, and on my belt is a knife I'm definitely familiar with. And, the kitsune mask that Shiori gave me is inside of my pocket. "... Shiori-chan was crying, wasn't she..." What I can remember is her shaking voice calling to me as I fell into the darkness. Since I made her cry, I felt a bit guilty. But like this, since I'm alive, all I have to do is go find her again. Well, first, I'd appreciate it if someone were to explain this situation to me. "Well then." I hang Shiori's kitsune mask on the side of my head and fiddle with the knife as I get up. For now, I better move. I read quite a few books at the library, so I needlessly learned some survival information, and I guess it'll work out one way or another. Like that, in the forest I knew nothing about, I begin walking to who knows where.
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ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎไฝใพใ†โ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šไป•ไบ‹ๅ ดใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใฎใ€ๆ‰€่ฌ‚้ƒฝๅบใฎๆง˜ใชๅคงใใชๅปบ็‰ฉใซๅฟใณ่พผใ‚€ใซๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใพใšไบŒๆ‰‹ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅ…ทไฝ“็š„ใชๅ†…่จณใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒšใ‚ขใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒšใ‚ขใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎไธ‹ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใƒšใ‚ขใ€ใใฎ้™ฝๅ‹•ๅฝนใจใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏ่ฆ‹ๅผตใ‚Šใ‚„ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใฎ็›ฎใ‚’ๅผ•ใ„ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใฎใŒ็›ฎ็š„ใ ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใฎ็›ฎๆจ™ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐ้™ใ‚Šใชใๅฎ‰ๅ…จใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•้”ใŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎไธ‹ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅฎนๆ˜“ใซใชใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใซใฏ้™ฝๅ‹•ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œๅ‡บใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฎ้ก”ใ‚’ใฏใฃใใ‚Šๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใŒใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‹ใ‘ใŸ็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๅปบ็‰ฉใฎๆง‹้€ ใ‚’ๆŠŠๆกๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใชใ‚‰ๆœ€็Ÿญ่ท้›ขใงใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฎไธ‹ใพใง่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฉไปปใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆ›ดใซ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ใใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใซใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎ็›ฎใŒ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ๆง˜ๅ›ฎใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ ใ€‚ ่จ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”็จ‹ๅบฆใชใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ถณไธ‹ใซใ‚‚ๅŠใฐใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใจใ‹ใ„ใ†ๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใŒใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅ‡บๅผตใฃใฆใใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใจใฃใฆๅคšๅฐ‘ๆขƒๅญๆ‘บใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็š„ใซใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใŒๅœงๅ€’็š„ใซๆ ผไธŠใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใŒใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้š™ใ‚’ไฝœใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅฆ‚ไฝ•ใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚‚............ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅ…จ็„ถๅฟƒ้…ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใž? ๆ™ฎ้€šใซ่ฟ”ใ‚Š่จŽใกใซๅ‡บๆฅใใ†ใชๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฃใฆๅๅ‰ไผผใฆใฆใ‚„ใ‚„ใ“ใ—ใ„ใชใ€‚ ใพใใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€็พๅœจๅƒ•้”ใฏไปฎ็งฐใ€Ž้ƒฝๅบใƒขใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ€ใธใจไพตๅ…ฅใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ„ใ€ไพตๅ…ฅ่€…ใ ! ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใƒ–ใƒญใƒณใƒ‰้ซชใฎๅญไพ›ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒใŸๅฅณใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€่กŒใใž!ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ใŠใ†! ใฃใŸใ......ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใจใ„ใ„ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ†ใ‚‚็ซ‹ใฆ็ถšใ‘ใซ......!ใ€ ๅคงใใชๆŸฑใฎๅพŒใ‚ใซ้š ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅปŠไธ‹ใ‚’ๆ…ŒใŸใ ใ—ใ่ตฐใฃใฆใ„ใๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚Š้Žใ”ใ™ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏไธŠๆ‰‹ใใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญใ€ไพตๅ…ฅใ—ใŸใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใŒ......ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ•ใ......ใงใ‚‚ๅ‰ใ„ไบบใฃใฆๅคงๆŠต้ซ˜ใ„ๆ‰€ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‚ˆใ€ไธŠใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใใ†ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญใฃใฆ็ตๆง‹่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใง่กŒใๅฝ“ใŸใ‚ŠใฐใฃใŸใ‚Šใ ใ‚ˆใชใ€ ไฝ•ใ‚’ไปŠๆ›ดใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅ‘†ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใช็œผใŒ็—›ใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใฎ่ตฐใ‚ŠๅŽปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸๅ…ˆใจใฏ้€†ๆ–นๅ‘ใธใจ้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฏๅœฐไธ‹ใ‚’็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใŒ่ตฐใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใ‚‚ๅœฐไธ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใ€้€†ใธ้€ฒใ‚ใฐไธŠใซ่กŒใ‘ใ‚‹้šŽๆฎตใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจ่€ƒใˆใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ ใพใใ€ๅœฐไธ‹ใธ้™ใ‚Šใ‚‹้šŽๆฎตใฎๆ‰€ใซไธŠใซไธŠใŒใ‚‹้šŽๆฎตใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ๅ…ตๅฃซใฎๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๆ–นๅ‘ใธ่กŒใไบ‹ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่กŒใใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ ๅƒ•ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ ทใใ‚ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅปŠไธ‹ใ‚’่ตฐใ‚Šใ ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๆ–นใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’่‚ฉ่ปŠใ—ใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใงๅœฐไธ‹ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใจ็ดขๆ•ต่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซไบบ้–“ใฎๆฐ—้…ใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใ€ไฝ™่ฃ•ๆทกใ€…ใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใฎๆท€ใฟใ‚‚ใชใๅปŠไธ‹ใ‚’ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎใตใ‚ใตใ‚ใ—ใŸ็™ฝ้ซชใฎไธŠใซๅฐใ•ใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใฆใ€่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฎไธๅฎ‰ใจ็ทŠๅผตใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ใ‚ญใƒงใƒญใ‚ญใƒงใƒญใจๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€้ผปๆญŒไบคใ˜ใ‚Šใซๆ‚ ใ€…ใจๆญฉใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ไธŠๆฉŸๅซŒใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚‚ใ€ใพใŸใ‚‚ไบŒๆ‰‹ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆๆกˆใ‚’ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏไธๆฉŸๅซŒใซใชใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏ็ด ็›ดใซใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ‚’่žใๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠๆต่กŒใ‚Šใชใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใƒใƒงใƒญใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒใƒงใƒญใ‚คใƒณใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใŸใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎใ“ใจใŒๅซŒใ„ใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅญไพ›ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๆฏๆ€งใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅญไพ›ใŒๅฅฝใใชใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€็„กๆกไปถใง่‚ฉ่ปŠใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ไฝใซใฏๅฏๆ„›ใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ๅฅฝใ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹ใโ™ช ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฃใฆใฉใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใฎ? ็งใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฑ…ใŸๆ™‚ใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใจใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใƒผใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ ญไธŠใฎใƒ‹ใ‚ณใซ่‰ฏใ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซๅ…ตๅฃซใŒใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไธŠใซใ€่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ…ตๅฃซใฏ็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๆ“ไฝœใ—ใฆๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎ่ƒฝๅคฉๆฐ—ใ•ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€่ฆชใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใซใคใ„ใฆใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไธƒๆญณใฎ้ ƒใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใซๆ„ŸๆŸ“ใ—ใ€ไบบ้–“ใ ใฃใŸ้ ƒใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใ‚’ๅ…จใฆๅคฑใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎ้š›ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใจๅŒ–ใ—ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธก่ฆชใ‚„ๅ‹้”ใ‚‚ๅ…จใฆๆฌฒๆœ›ใฎใพใพใซๆฎบใ—ใ€ๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ไธก่ฆชใฎ้ก”ใฏๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ไธƒๆญณใฎ้ ƒใพใงใฎไบบ้–“ใฎๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ‚‰ใ€ๆœ€ๆ—ฉ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎ็‰‡้š…ใซใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€็ˆถ่ฆชใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใƒขใƒŽใชใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚‰่ก€ๅก—ใ‚Œใงไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฌๅœŸๅœฐใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅๅ‰ใจใ€้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใ—ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„็Šถๆ…‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎไบบ็”Ÿใฏใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅง‹ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚่จ˜ๆ†ถใ‚‚ใ€ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅง‹ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏใ€ๅ„ชใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œๅ„ชใ—ใ„? ......ใตใƒผใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฆใ€่จ€ใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€้€šๅธธใฎไผš่ฉฑใฎไธญใง่ฆใ‚‰ใฌๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏๅฅฝๆ„็š„ใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚Œใƒผใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ช ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ ใ‚ˆใƒผโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚Œใƒใ‚‰?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™ช ใชใใซ?ใ€ ๅˆใ‚ใฆใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚‚ๅ‘ผใฐใชใ‹ใฃใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆ่ชฐใ‹ใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅ››ๆญณๆ•…ใซใ€ใพใ ่จ€ใ„ใซใใ„ใฎใ‹ๅฐ‘ใ—่ˆŒ่ถณใ‚‰ใšใ ใŒใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใฎใ“ใจใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ไธŠๆฉŸๅซŒใงใใ†่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ‘ใƒ‘......ไผšใˆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“โ™ช ใ‚‚ใ†ใ™ใไผšใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใƒผโ™ชใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅณ็ญ”ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใฎ่ฟ”็ญ”ใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใŸใŸใŸใ€็—›ใ„ใ‚ˆใƒ‹ใ‚ณ......้ซชๆŽดใพใชใ„ใง......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ ็ˆถ่ฆชใซไผšใ†ใฎใŒๆฅฝใ—ใฟใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๆœชใ ใซ็ทŠๅผตใŒ่งฃใ‘ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎ็™ฝ้ซชใ‚’ๆกใฃใฆ้ ญ็šฎใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅฐ‘ใ—่‹ฆใ„่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒ่ฌใ‚Œใฐ็›ดใใซ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใฆใ€ใพใŸๆญฉใๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ๆกˆๅค–ใ€ใ“ใฎไบŒไบบใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ณใƒณใƒ“ใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎ้ ƒใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๆ–นใฏๆ…ŒใŸใ ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎ่ฅฒๆ’ƒใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃใŒ่ก—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๆœชใ ใซๆ•ใ‚‰ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒใ€้ญ”็ฃใซๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใ‚‚ใ€้ ˜ไธปใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠ้ ญใŒๆ‚ชใ„่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซ็พๅญ˜ใ™ใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจ้จŽๅฃซใฎๆˆฆๅŠ›ใ‚’้‘‘ใฟใฆใ‚‚ใ€็ด„ไธ‰็™พใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฎ่ปๅ‹ขใ‚’ๆ’ƒ้€€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๅฆใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๅ‡บๆ’ƒใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซ้”ใ‚’้™คใ„ใŸๅ…ตๅฃซ้”ใซใ€็พๅœจ่ก—ไธญใ‚’ๆœ็ดขใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใฎๆณŠใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฎฟใ‚‚็‰นๅฎšๆธˆใฟใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็›ดใใซๆ•ใพใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏไพตๅ…ฅ่€…ใจๆฅใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใƒƒ! ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซไพตๅ…ฅใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใจ......ไฝ•่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚“ใ ......!ใ€ ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏ่‹›็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใชใ่‹›็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆœชใ ไพตๅ…ฅ่€…ใฎ่ฉณ็ดฐใฏๅ ฑๅ‘Šๅพ…ใกใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐไพตๅ…ฅ่€…ใฎไบˆๆƒณใฏใชใ‚“ใจใชใไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใฉใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‚็›ฎๆจ™ใฎ ่ก—ไธญใซๅ…ตๅฃซใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ€‚ไปŠใ“ใฎ้ƒฝๅบใƒขใƒ‰ใ‚ญใฎไธญใซใฏๅคงใ—ใŸๅ…ตๅฃซใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๅ…ตๅฃซใ‚’ๅ‰ฒใ„ใŸใ“ใจใŒ่ฃ็›ฎใซๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏ็„ฆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ‚’้€€ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฎๆŒใกไธปใŒใ€ใ™ใ่ฟ‘ใใพใงๆฅใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€็„ฆใ‚‰ใšใซใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฏใƒใƒƒ......ใ‚ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใฃใกใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใใฎๅ‘ฝไปคใฏๅคงๆญ“่ฟŽใ ใ€ ๆฎ‹ใฃใŸไธ€ๆ‰‹ใฏใ€ไพตๅ…ฅ่€…ใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใ€‚ๅนธใ„ใชใ“ใจใซใ€ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใซใฏๅ‡ถๆ‚ชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ๆฎบใ™ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใฏไธ€ๆฐ—ใซใฒใฃใใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใจใฏใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใŒไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ๆŠ•ๅ…ฅใ—ใฆๆ’ƒ็ ดใ€ใใ†ใ™ใ‚ŒใฐๅพŒใฏใฉใ†ใจใงใ‚‚ใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็›ดใใซ็งใฎๅ‰ใซใ‚ฌใ‚ญใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆๆฅใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ„ใธใ„ใ€ๅ…จๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅฐฝใใ—ใพใ™ใ‚ˆใƒผใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใจใ€็ง˜ๆ›ธใฎๅฅณๆ€งใ ใ‘ใ€‚ ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’้š ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซใ€็ง˜ๆ›ธใฎๅฅณๆ€งใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ้ป™ใฃใฆใ€ใใ“ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒ”ใƒชใƒ”ใƒชใจใ—ใŸ็ทŠๅผตๆ„ŸใŒ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๆบ€ใŸใ™ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€่‹›็ซ‹ใกใ‚’่ฆšใˆใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฏใ€ใ™ใๅ‚ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใซๅฝ“ใŸใ‚ŠใŸใใชใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏ่ฟ‘ใใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ็ง˜ๆ›ธใฎๅฅณๆ€งใ‚’็จใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰......ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๅฝนใซ็ซ‹ใŸใญใ‡ใ‚ฏใ‚บใ ใช......! ใคใฃใŸใฃใฆใญใ‡ใงใŠๅ‰ใ‚‚ไพตๅ…ฅ่€…ใฎไธ€ไบบใงใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใฆๆฅใ„!!ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‹ใ—ใ“ใพใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸ......ใ€ ใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธŠใฎๆ›ธ้กžใ‚’ๅฉใ„ใฆๆ’’ใๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใ€ใใ†ๅ–šใ„ใŸใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€็ง˜ๆ›ธใฎๅฅณๆ€งใฏไธ€ใค้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใฃใŸๅฝผใฏๅ‘ผๅธใ‚’่’ใ’ใฆใ€่ชฐใ‚‚ใ„ใชใใชใฃใŸ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใงไธ€ไบบใ€่‚ฉใ‚’ไธŠไธ‹ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใŒ......ๅพŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใฃใŸใฃใฆใฎใซ......ใชใ‚“ใงๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใฆใ“ใ‚“ใช้ขๅ€’ใชๅฅดใŒๅ‡บใฆใใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ......!ใ€ ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใ€ๆญขใพใ‚‰ใชใ„่‹›็ซ‹ใกใซ้ ญใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใฆใใ†ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏใ€้ †่ชฟใซ้ƒฝๅบใƒขใƒ‰ใ‚ญใฎไธญใ‚’้€ฒใฟใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใŒๅนฝ้–‰ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใพใงๅพŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใจใ„ใ†ๆ‰€ใพใงๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆœชใ ใซ่ชฐใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใฃใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใซใƒใƒฌใชใ„ๆง˜็˜ดๆฐ—ใงๅฏ†ใ‹ใซๆฎบใ—ใŸๅ…ตๅฃซใฎๆ•ฐใฏไบ”ไบบใ€‚ๆœชใ ใซ่‚ฉ่ปŠใŒ่งฃใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชไบ‹ๆ…‹ใซใฏใชใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚Œใƒใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใชใใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œ่ตคใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ่ตคใกใ‚ƒใ‚“? ใ‚“ใƒผ......ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†......ใ‚“ใจ......ใ€ ๆœชใ ใซไป–ๆ„›ใฎใชใ„ไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบŒไบบใ ใŒใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซ่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅญไพ›ใŒใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅนผใ„ๅญไพ›ใฎๅฎš็•ชใฎ็–‘ๅ•ใ ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใใ‚Œใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ็ญ”ใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็ญ”ใˆ่พ›ใ„ใจใ‹ใ€ๆ•™ใˆ่พ›ใ„ใจใ‹ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใใ€ๆœฌๆฐ—ใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไธƒๆญณใง้ญ”ๆ—ใจๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ไบบๆฌฒๆœ›ใฎ่ตดใใพใพใซใ‚ตใƒใ‚คใƒใƒซ็”Ÿๆดปใง็”ŸใใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใพใจใ‚‚ใชๆ€งๆ•™่‚ฒใชใฉๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†็ตŒ้จ“ใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆก”้Ÿณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใพใใฃใŸไธŠใซใ€ใ‚ญใ‚นใ‚„่บซไฝ“ใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใฉใฎ่กŒ็‚บใซ็ฉๆฅต็š„ใ ใฃใŸๅ‰ฒใซใฏใ€ใพใ ๆœช้–‹้€šใฎๅ‡ฆๅฅณใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅญไพ›ใฎไฝœใ‚Šๆ–นใ‚‚ใ€ๆ€งๅ™จใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šไบบ้–“ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎๆง‹้€ ใ‚„็”ทๅฅณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฎ้•ใ„ใชใฉใ‚‚ๅ…จใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใชใฃใŸไธƒๆญณใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฎๆ™‚ใพใพๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๅ•ใ„ใซใ€ๆ˜Ž็ขบใช็ญ”ใˆใ‚’็”จๆ„ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ญˆใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“......็งใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ๅพŒใงไธ€็ท’ใซใใคใญๅ›ใซ่žใ“โ™ชใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใช่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ‰‰ใฎๅ‰ใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใงใฎ็ฉบ้–“ๆŠŠๆกใ‚’ใ—ใŸ็ตๆžœใ€ใ“ใฎๆ‰‰ใฎๅ…ˆใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใ‚‰ใ—ใไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ้ตใŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใจใฃใฆใฏใใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ใฃใฆใชใ„ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ใƒ‰ใ‚ขใƒŽใƒ–ใ‚’ๆŽดใฟใ€ๅŠ›ใฅใใงๆŠ‰ใ˜้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚้‡‘ๅฑžใŒๆปๅญๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช็”ฒ้ซ˜ใ„้ŸณใŒ้ณดใ‚Š้Ÿฟใใ€ๆ‰‰ใŒ้–‹ใใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒƒ......!ใ€ ไธญใซใฏใ€้Ž–ใซ็น‹ใŒใ‚ŒใŸไธŠๅŠ่บซ่ฃธใฎ็”ทใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚่บซไฝ“ใซใฏ็„กๆ•ฐใฎ้žญๆ‰“ใกใฎๅพŒใ‚„ใ€ๆ‰“ๆ’ฒ็—•ใ€ๆ‹ทๅ•ใฎ็—•ใŒ่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆ„่ญ˜ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๆญฏใ‚’้ฃŸใ„ใ—ใฐใฃใฆๅ…จ่บซใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใใฃใจ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใ€่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉ้”ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚็žฌ้–“ใ€็”ทใฎ็œผใŒ่ฆ‹้–‹ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ”–็„ถใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ๅฃใ‚’ๅคงใใ้–‹ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใซใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณ......!? ใชใ‚“ใงใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซ......!?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃโ™ช ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€็งใฎใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ€ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹ใโ™ช ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€ๆ„Ÿๅ‹•ใฎๅ†ไผšใฏๅพŒใซใ—ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•ใพใšใฏใใ“ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ‚ˆใฃใ‹โ™กใ€ ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆ‰‰ใซ่ƒŒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅพŒใ‚ใซไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใฆใ€็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๅ‚ใธใจ่กŒใใ‚ˆใ†ๅพŒใ‚ๆ‰‹ใซ่ƒŒใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ๆŠผใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใง็ˆถ่ฆชใฎๅ‚ใธใจ้ง†ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ‰‰ใฎๅ‰ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซไธๅฎ‰ใ’ใช่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ไธญใ€…ๆณฃใ‘ใ‚‹ๅฑ•้–‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎใ€่ฆชๅญใฎๅฏพ้ขโ˜† ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒƒ!!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฎๅ‰ใซ็พใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ๆใญใŸSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็Šฏ็ฝช่€…โ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆŠœใ่บซใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’่‚ฉใซๆ‹…ใ„ใงใ€ๅ‡ถๆ‚ชใช็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™ช ่ปฝใๆฎบใใ†ใจใ—ใŸใฎใซ้˜ฒใŒใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸโ™ก ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏ้ชจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใญโ™ช ใŠ่‚‰ใŒๅฐ‘ใชใใฆๅ‡„ใไธๅ‘ณใใ†โ˜†ใ€ ๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ€่ตคใ„็žณใ‚’่ผใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝฟๅพ’ใจๆˆฆใฃใŸๆ™‚ไปฅๆฅใฎใ€้ชจใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ•ตใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚‚ใพใŸ้ซ˜ๆšใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚็™บๆƒ…ใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ไปŠใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซใจใฃใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‘ณใ‚’็ŸฅใฃใŸไปฅไธŠไป–ใฎ่‚‰ใงใฏๆบ€่ถณๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฏๆฌฒๆฑ‚ไธๆบ€ใ‚’่งฃๆถˆใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่‚‰ใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๅƒๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใ€้ชจใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟ็ •ใใใฎๆ„Ÿ่งฆใซใ€ๅฟซๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‘ณใฏไบบใใ‚Œใžใ‚Œใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฎ้ซ˜ใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ็พŽๅ‘ณใช็ญˆใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฐ‘ใ—ๅฐ่…นใŒ็ฉบใ„ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸโ™ช ไธๅ‘ณใใ†ใงใ‚‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใฏใŠ่…นใฎ่ถณใ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญ? ใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตโ™กใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•่ตคใ„ๅคœใŒๅ‡„ๆƒจใซๅ—คใฃใŸใ€‚
When we infiltrate into Duke Orba's house, or rather his workplace, the governmental office-like huge building, we decide to split into two groups. Specifically speaking, I go with Rishe-chan, while Leila-chan go with Nico-chan. Dividing the duties, while I and Rishe-chan head to find Duke Orba, Leila-chan and Nico-chan act as diversion group. Nico-chan is their target, but since she's together, she should be without a doubt safe, I think. And it should also be fairly easy for us to find Duke Orba. Also, aside from acting as diversion, Leila-chan's group is also in charge of rescuing Niko-chan's dad. Nico-chan should be perfectly familiar with her dad's face, and Leila-chan also ought to have more or less seen his face when he entrusted Nico-chan to me. Besides, since she can grasp the building structure using her miasma, she should be able to find him swiftly. Well, positively speaking. Furthermore, we, who are heading to Duke Orba's location, also similarly act as their diversion. Not to mention that merely soldier level people won't be able to keep up with Leila-chan's speed. However, if by chance they meet that murderer Reis-guy who's seemingly working for Duke Orba, that may pose slightly troublesome for Leila-chan who's taking along Nico-chan. Status-wise, Leila-chan is overwhelmingly stronger, but should Reis aim at Nico-chan to create an opening, even Leila-chan would be.... huh? Somehow I can't find that to be worrying at all. I feel like she would still easily overpower him either way. Or rather, Leila-chan and Reis, aren't their names kinda similar? Well, anyway, currently we're infiltrating the building which I tentatively named "Pseudo governmental office". "Hey, there are intruders! Moreover it seems to be a woman who's taking along a blonde-haired child, let's go!" "Oh, got it! Geez.... First that goblin king, why does something like this also have to happen?!" Hiding behind a huge pillar, I see some soldiers hurriedly running through the hallway. Seems like Leila-chan's side is doing well. "...Kitsune, infiltrating in itself is fine and all... but do you know where Duke Orba is?" "I wonder... but since big-wigs tend to like to be at high places, let's head for the top." "... your train of thought is kinda haphazard, isn't it, Kitsune?" What's she talking about at this late of the game? Being stared at with astounded eyes by Rishe-chan is kinda painful, but I still head to the opposite direction from where the soldiers are running to. Since Leila-chan's goal is underground, those soldiers should be heading there too. If so, I should be able to find stairs heading upward if I head to the opposite direction, I think. Well, there's also the chance that the stairs heading upward is located besides the one heading underground, though. But heading straight to where the soldiers are most likely gathered at is a no go, isn't it? "Let's go." "Yeah." Nodding to each other, I and Rishe-chan start to run through the hallway. On the other side, with Nico riding on her shoulder, Leila was heading toward underground. Using the miasma to detect the surroundings, after confirming that there was no presence of anyone around, she was easily walking through the hallway. Putting her little hands on Leila's silky white-haired head, perhaps uneasy about someone finding them out, Nico couldn't stop looking around. On the other hand, Leila who was easily walking while humming was seemingly in very good mood. As for the reason, she was initially discontent about the diving group plan, but when Kitsune asked her again while caressing her head, she obediently decided to accept his request. Perhaps that was a fad lately or something, but that was an easy (choro) one. She was a choroine. Also, Leila didn't dislike Nico. Or rather, she liked her quite a lot. Perhaps having her motherhood to look after children awakened, or perhaps she herself liked children, she unconditionally gave her shoulder ride happily. "Say Nico, do you like your father?" "I see How does it feel to have a father? I don't remember the time when I still had a father so I don't really know~." From a while ago, Leila had been chatting with Nico who was on her shoulder like that. Be that as it may, they could afford to do that only because there was no soldier around, and using miasma, Leila had killed every soldier that was coming after them. The thing she was interested in was the existence called parent. She had been infected by the "Red Night" since she was seven years old and had lost all of her memories when she was still human. Moreover, once she turned into "Red Night", she killed and devoured her parents and friends alike in her craving. Her parents' faces included, all of her memories until she was seven years old didn't even remain in the corner of memories any longer. Therefore, she didn't know what kind of existence a father was. When she came to, she was standing in an unknown land with blood all over her body, and all she remembered was her name and the fact that she was a demon. Her life began from there. And her memory also started from there. "... papa is, kind." "Kind? ...Hmm, I see." She didn't know why, but Nico didn't lie to Leila. No, she still didn't tell her what she didn't want to, but she didn't tell unnecessary lies during their casual conversation. Similarly, she might also unexpectedly be quite fond of Leila. "....Lila." "Huh? Ufufufu It's Leila " "...Leila?" "Ufufufufufu What's up~?" For the first time, Nico called Leila's name. Nico, who never called either Kitsune's or Trisha's name, called someone's name for the first time. Perhaps because she was still four years old, she was slightly lisping in doing so. Perhaps slightly happy because of that, Leila replied as such in good mood. "Can I... meet... papa?" "Of course You're meeting meet him very soon~!" Perhaps slightly relieved after hearing her immediate answer, Nico slightly softened her expression. "Ouch ouch, that hurts, Nico... Don't pull my hair...." "...I'm sorry." Perhaps looking forward to meeting her father, or she was simply unable to hold her nervousness, Nico's hands that were holding onto Leila's head ended up pulling her white hair. Leila had a slightly bitter look, but once Nico apologized, she immediately smiled and began walking again. These two might unexpectedly be a good pair. At that time, Duke Orba was busy. Other than about Goblin King's raid, he was also concerned about the possibility that Nico, whom he still couldn't capture, would be killed when those demonic beasts breached into the town. As a feudal lord himself, he was without a doubt not a stupid person. If he was asked whether the adventurers and knights of the town would be able to repel those hundreds of demonic beasts, his answer would be no. That's why, unlike the the knights who were fighting the demonic beasts, the soldiers were dispatched to sweep the whole town. They'd found out the lodging where Kitsune and co. stayed at, so he thought that it was only a matter of time before they were captured. However, there were unexpectedly intruders coming. "What the hell, damn it! There are intruders, you say?... what the hell are they thinking...?!" Duke Orba was very infuriated. He had never been this infuriated before. He was still waiting for the report about the intruders, but he could already more or less guess who they were. It was without a doubt the boy who was together with his target. Just when he dispatched his soldiers through the town, this happened. Currently there were only few soldiers left in the governmental office. Spreading his whole soldiers ended up backfiring him there. Therefore Duke Orba was flustered. Having someone whose prowess surpassed that of Reis intruding, he couldn't stay calm. "Kuhaha ... 'kay, I've been waiting for that very order." The only option left was to kill the intruders. Luckily, he had the wicked murderer Reis on his side. If he somehow managed to kill them, the situation would be overturned at once. Once he got his hand on Nico, he could similarly send Reis to deal with the goblin king, and after that everything would simply follow suit. "Take that brat to me at once." "Mkay 'kay, I'll do my best~" Having said that, Reis left the room. The ones left were Duke Orba and the secretary woman. Witnessing Duke Orba who didn't hide his rage, the secretary woman didn't utter a single word. She simply quietly stood there. Tingling tension filled the air. However, people who was drowned in rage tended to vent it to anything around them, and so Duke Orba glared at the secretary woman who was standing nearby. "You... what a useless bitch, you are! Be useful for once and go find the intruders even if just one!!" "...understood...." When Duke Orba shouted so while smashing the documents on the table and scattered them away, the secretary woman nodded her head once and left the room. Seeing her off, inside the room where there was none else around, his breath was rough and his shoulders were shaking. "God fvcking damn it...it was just a little more, but... why the hell such a troublesome guy has to appear?!" Unable to contain his rage, Duke Orba shouted so while scratching his head. Leila and Nico were proceeding smoothly on their way through the governmental office, they were only a bit away from the room where Nico's father was imprisoned. There had been no soldier that spotted them, the total of soldier secretly killed by Leila using her miasma unbeknownst to Nico was five. She didn't want Nico to dismount off her shoulder. "Leila." "What's up?" "How is baby made?" "Huh? Baby? Hmm... now that you mention it, how is it I wonder?... umm...." After having trivial conversations for a while, Nico also began asking questions to Leila. How baby was made, that was a classic question of young children, however Leila couldn't answer it. It was neither because she found it difficult to answer nor it was difficult to explain, she simply didn't know the answer herself. As told earlier, she turned into a demon when she was seven years old, and after that she had been living succumbing to her craving. Not only she hadn't received proper sexual education, she also had no such experience. Given how much she lusted after Kitsune, she was still an immature girl who knew nothing more that kissing and licking his body. She knew neither how to make a child nor the purpose of genitals, or rather she didn't even understand human body structure and the difference between men's and women's bodies. As someone who hadn't grown ever since she turned into demon when she was seven years old, there was no way she would be able to provide a proper answer to Nico's question. "...you don't know?" "Yes... I also don't know, let's ask Kitsune later together" While having such a conversation, Leila arrived in front of a certain door. After scanning the surrounding using her miasma, there was someone who was seemingly to be Nico's father on the other side of the door. It was locked, but for Leila such a thing was of no significant. Holding the doorknob, she wrenched it open with all of her might. Along with a shrill sound of metal being scrapped off, the door opened. "--...!" Inside, there was a shirtless man tied to a chain. There were countless beatings, lashings and torture marks on his whole body. However, he seemed to be conscious, and it was easy to tell that he was exerting his all to endure the pain. And then, when he moved his neck, his gazes landed upon Leila and Nico. In that very moment, the man's eyes were opened wide. Perhaps dumbfounded, his mouth was similarly agape. "... Ni, Nico ...!? Why, are you here...?!" "Aha Nico, is that your father?" "....Yes, he's my papa." "I see but let's hold the emotional reunion for later-- How about we kill those people there and leave this place first?" They had finally found Nico's father, and then Leila turned her back to the door. She dismounted Nico off and urged her to head to where her father was. Having her back pushed, Nico immediately rushed toward her father. Witnessing that, Leila closed the door with face full of smile. "--parent and child reunion, what a touching scene, kuhahaha!!" The one appeared before Leila was the S rank criminal sent to kill Kitsune, Reis. Resting his naked sword on his shoulder, he floated an evil smile. "Ufufufu, I intended to kill you quietly, but you survived it. You seem to have got some skill there. However, your meat seems to be very disgusting, though." Facing that, Leila happily laughed, her red eyes glittered. Ever since the fight against the apostle, this was her first noteworthy opponent so she was very happy. She wasn't turned on. For the current her, after knowing Kitsune's taste, all other meat could satisfy her no more. However, it could serve to more or less slightly lessen her craving. She loved the sensation of biting off flesh as well as crunching the bones. The flavor differed to each other, but as long as it was human, moreover a powerful one, it should also be equally quite the delicacy, or so she thought. "I just happen to be slightly hungry, you see. Even though it seems disgusting, it can still be used to fill my stomach, isn't it? Ufufufufu" --"Red Night" eerily laughed.
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ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใŒๅ‹‡่€…ใจ้ญ้‡ใ—ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆˆฆใ„ใ€ๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ—ใฆใ€ไปŠใพใงใซ็ฏ‰ใ„ใฆใใŸ็ต†ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ่ฃ‚ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ไบŒๆ—ฅๅ‰ใ€ๅˆฅใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใงไธ€ใคใฎๅค‰ๅŒ–ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏๅทฑใŒ่บซใซ็ง˜ใ‚ใŸๅผทๅคงใชๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆไบบ้–“ใฎไฝใพใ†ๅคง้™ธใธใจ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ€ไฝ•ไบบใŸใ‚Šใจใ‚‚ใใฎๆญฉใฟใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ่จฑใ•ใชใ„ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅจ้ขจๅ ‚ใ€…ใจใ€ใใ—ใฆไฝ™่ฃ•็ถฝใ€…ใจๆญฉใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็ซ‹ใกใฏใ ใ‹ใ‚‹้ญ”็ฃใ‚„่‡ช็„ถใฎ่„…ๅจใ‚’ใ‚‚ใฎใจใ‚‚ใ›ใšใ€ใใฎ่บซใซ็ง˜ใ‚ใŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆๆญฉใ‚’้˜ปใ‚‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅ…จใฆ่–™ใŽๆ‰•ใ†ใ€‚ ่ผใ็™ฝใ„ๅ…‰ใฏ้’็™ฝใ„ๅฝ—ๆ˜Ÿใฎๆง˜ใช่ปŒ่ทกใ‚’ๆใใ€ใใฎ็พŽใ—ใ•ใซไผผไป˜ใ‹ใฌ็ตถๅคงใช็ ดๅฃŠใฎๅฅ”ๆตใ‚’็”Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซ้ฃฒใฟ่พผใพใ‚ŒใŸ้ญ”็ฃใฏๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจ่ช่ญ˜ใ™ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซๆญปใซ็ตถใˆใ€ใใ‚Œใฎ็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ™ไฝ™ๆณขใซ่งฆใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฏไพ‹ใˆๆœจใ€…ใ‚„ๅฒฉ็Ÿณใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใŒ็ •ใ‘ใ€ๅนใ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใง่กŒใใ€‚ ไธ€ๆญฉใ€ใพใŸไธ€ๆญฉใ€ใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใฏๆญฉใฟใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใšใซไบบใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใซใใฎ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ‡บใ—้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใŒใฆใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใ‚’็ตฑๆฒปใ™ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใจๅ‡บไผšใ†ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏ่‡ช่บซใฎๆ„ๆ€ใงๆญฉใฟใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ไบบ้–“ใฏใ‚ฝใƒฌใจไผš่ฉฑใ—ใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๆฅใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ไฝ•ใŒ็›ฎ็š„ใชใฎใ‹ใ‚’ๅ•ใ†ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใใฎๅ•ใ„ใซ็ญ”ใˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใฏใชใใ€ใใฎไบบ้–“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฅตใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใŸใ€‚ๆ•ฐๅˆ†ใฎ้–“ใšใฃใจใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏไบบ้–“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใฆๅ‹•ใ‹ใšใ€ใใ—ใฆใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใใฎใพใพใงใ„ใŸๅพŒใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใใฎๅŠ›ใงไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใชใใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏไบบ้–“ใฎๆจชใ‚’้€šใ‚Š้ŽใŽใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏๆ›ดใซๆญฉใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใฆใ„ใใ€‚ๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๅ…ˆใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฏใชใ„ใ€ใŸใ ใŸใ ็œŸใฃใ™ใใซๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆญฉใ็ถšใใ€ๆฃฎใฎไธญใงใพใŸๅˆฅใฎไบบ้–“ใซๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ•ฐไบบใฎ็”ท้”ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๆ‰€่ฌ‚ๅฑฑ่ณŠใ‚’็”Ÿๆฅญใจใ™ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใงใ€ใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใŒ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใใฎ่ผใ‹ใ—ใ•ใซ้ญ…ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่‡ช็„ถใจ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅ‹•ใใ€่†ใ‚’ๅœฐ้ขใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ็ฅˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใ‚‹ๆถ™ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซใ€ๅฟƒใŒๆด—ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซ้™ฅใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใใ‚“ใชๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๆง˜ๅญใ‚’ๅ‰ใซๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ๅฎšใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ€่ฆ‹ๆฅตใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฎๅฟƒใฎๅ†…ใ‚’่ฆ—ใใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ็ตๆžœใ€้•ใฃใŸใฎใฏ่ทชใ„ใฆ็ฅˆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็”ท้”ใฎ้ฆ–ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธŠใŒๆถˆๆป…ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ€‚ ใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใฎๆ”พใฃใŸๅฝ—ๆ˜Ÿใฎ่ปŒ่ทกใฏใ€็”ท้”ใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฎนๆ˜“ใซๅˆˆใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒใคใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏ็”ท้”ใฏๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใพใ•ใ—ใๅ…‰ใฎ็žฌใ„ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใ€‚ใพใฐใŸใใ‚’ใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€็žณใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใšใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†็จ‹ใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใ€‚ ้ ญใ‚’ๅคฑใฃใŸ็”ท้”ใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใฎๅ‰ใซ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆๅ€’ใ‚Œ่ฝใกใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎๅงฟใฏใพใ‚‹ใงใ€็ฅžใซ้ ญใ‚’ๅž‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ฝชไบบใฎๆง˜ใงใ€่ผใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใฏๆ‡บๆ‚”ใ‚’่žใใ„ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ฅžใฎๆง˜ใช็ฅžใ€…ใ—ใ•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ‘ใ—ใฆใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏ็ฅžใชใฉใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใฏ็”ท้”ใฎๅฑใซ็›ฎใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใšใ€ใพใŸๆญฉใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใฏ่ชฐใฎ่€ณใซใ‚‚ๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใšใ€ๆฃฎใฎไธญใซๆœจ้œŠใ—ใฆๆถˆใˆใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‹‡่€…ใจๆก”้ŸณใŒๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ€ๆˆฆใฃใŸไบŒๆ—ฅๅพŒใฎใใฎๆ™‚ใพใงใ€ใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใฏๆท€ใฟใชใๆญฉใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸไบบ้–“ใฏๅพŒใฎใ“ใ†่ชžใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ‚Œใฏไบบใฎ็šฎใ‚’่ขซใฃใŸๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใ ใฃใŸใ€‚็™ฝใ„ๅฝ—ๆ˜ŸใŒ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ไธ€้–ƒใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซใ€ๅคšใใฎไบบ้–“ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ‘ใ—ใฆใ“ใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใฎๆญฉใฟใ‚’้˜ปๅฎณใ—ใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใซ้–ขใ‚ใฃใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚้‹ใŒ่‰ฏใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใ ใŒ้‹ใŒๆ‚ชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใ‚‚็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฌใพใพใซใใฎๅ‘ฝใฏๆถˆใˆๅคฑใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ‘ฝใŒๆƒœใ—ใ‘ใ‚Œใฐ็™ฝใ„ๆ€ช็‰ฉใซใฏๆฐ—ใ‚’ใคใ‘ใ‚ใ€‚ ๅ…‰ใฎ็Œ›ๅจใฏใ„ใค่ฅฒใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€• ใใ—ใฆใ€Ž็™ฝใ€ใฏไธ€ใคใฎ้ ˜ๅœฐใธใจ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€‚ ใใฎๅ›ฝใฏใ€ๅๅ‰ใ‚’โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใจใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใ€Œใ•ใฆใ€ใจ......ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใฏๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅฃใ‚’็›ดใ•ใชใ„ใจใญใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธ่กŒใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ—ใ€ ไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใซใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฅชใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ๆ‰“ๅ€’ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Š้”ใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸๅƒ•้”ใฏใ€ๅทฎใ—ๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆๆฎดใ‚Š้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚Œใฆ็ตๆžœ็š„ใซๅฃŠใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅฃใ‚’ไฟฎๅพฉใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚„ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝ“ไบบใŒไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝ“ไบ‹่€…ใฎๅƒ•้”ใŒ่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚„ใฃใŸใฎ็ง้”ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆ? ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใพใใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญ......ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎ้จ’ๅ‹•ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€่ชฐใ‹ใŒ่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ ใฃใŸใฃใฆ่ฉฑใ ใ€ ใถใƒผใŸใ‚Œใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธใจๆˆปใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸๅฃใซ็ฉบใ„ใŸๅคง็ฉดใ‹ใ‚‰ไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ไธๆบ€ใใ†ใซ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ ใพใใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใ‚’็ ดๅฃŠใ—ใŸไธŠใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใŸๅƒ•้”ใ‚’ๆญ“่ฟŽใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใง่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆญ“่ฟŽใ—ใŸใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—็”ณใ—่จณใชใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚Šใจ่…น้ป’ๅทซๅฅณใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ๅˆ‡ๆ‚ชใใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ ‚ใ€…ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใฏๆ‚ชใใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ไธๆœฌๆ„ใ ใ‘ใฉๅฃใฏ่ฒฌไปปๆŒใฃใฆ็›ดใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ“ใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฏใ‚ใฎๅ‹‡่€…ๆฐ—ๅ–ใ‚ŠใŒใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ“ใจใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใใ€‚ ใใ†ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸๅฃใฎ็ ด็‰‡ใ‚’ๆŽปใ้›†ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ไผใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ไผใฃใฆใฏใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆŽƒ้™คใจใ‹็ดฐใ‹ใ„ไฝœๆฅญใฏ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใฃใฝใ„ใ—ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใซๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆใใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ—ใ€ๆœŸๅพ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ 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ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็ง้”ใฏใ•ใฃใใฎๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’่ชใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ŒใฏใŸใ ใฎ่น‚่บ™ใงใ€็•ฅๅฅชใงใ€็ง้”ใฎๅคขใจ่ช‡ใ‚Šใ‚’็ฉขใ™ๆˆฆใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ใฎๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’ๆ‰ฟ่ซพใ—ใŸ่ฆšใˆใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ™่จˆใซใƒ ใ‚ซใคใใฎใ‚ˆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผฑใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไธ€ๆ–น็š„ใซ็—›ใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆˆฆใ„ไปฅๅ‰ใฎๅ•้กŒใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ๅบฆใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ‚ขใƒณใ‚ฟใฏ็ตๆง‹็š†ใฎๅฟƒใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใ€ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ ใญใ€‚ๅทซๅฅณใŒใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใฎไฝไบบๅ…จๅ“กใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ‚“ใชใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้•ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ ๆต็Ÿณใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆˆฆใ„ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใจๆ„ๆ€ใŒ้•ใ†ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ›ฝๆฐ‘ใพใงใ‚‚ใŒ่…ใฃใฆใ‚‹่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ตใƒœใฃใฆใญใ‡ใงใŠๅ‰ใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ไผใˆใ‚ˆใ€ ๆฌ ็‰‡ใ‚’้›†ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ•ฐไบบใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๅ†…ใฎไธ€ไบบใŒๅƒ•ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใถใ€‚ใƒซใƒผใƒŠใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๆญฏใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆๅฟซๆดปใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใใฎ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ไธ€ใค่ฌใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใพใŸๆ‰‰ใฎไฟฎๅพฉใซๅ–ใ‚Šใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‹ในใๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’่„ฑใŽใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚ ......ใ“ใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณๆŒใฃใฆใใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆ•ฐๆ™‚้–“ๅพŒใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅฃใ‚’ไฟฎๅพฉใ—็ต‚ใˆใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซๅคงใ„ใซๆญ“่ฟŽใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไธญใซใ€Ž้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸไบบ็‰ฉใŒใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใจๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ใ“ใฃใใ‚Š่ฆ—ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ๅœงๅ€’็š„ๆ ผๅทฎใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€ๅผท่€…ใซๅ–ฐใ‚‰ใ„ไป˜ใ„ใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใŸๅƒ•ใฎๅงฟใฏใ€ๆญฃ็›ดๆ„Ÿๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒใƒใƒใƒ! ใŠๅ‰ใใคใญใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใ‹! ๅค‰ใชๅๅ‰ใ ใชใ‚กใ‚ชใ‚ค!ใ€ ใ€Œใพใไธ€่ˆฌ็š„ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ๆ‚ชใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใงใ‚‚ไน—ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใชใใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•้šฃใซใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅฃใฎไฟฎ็†ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใฏไฝœๆฅญใซ้›†ไธญใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใพใ ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใงไผ‘ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€่‰ฒใ€…่€ƒใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ๆญปใฌๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใƒ—ใƒฌใ‚ผใƒณใƒˆโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅƒ•ใฎๅฎ็‰ฉใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŠ้ขใ‚‚ใ€ใšใฃใจ้šฃใซใ„ใฆ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠใฏๅƒ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ŠใจๆŠœใ‘่ฝใกใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๆง˜ใซใใฎๅญ˜ๅœจๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆถˆๅคฑใ•ใ›ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ƒธใซใฝใฃใ‹ใ‚Š็ฉดใŒ้–‹ใ„ใŸๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๅคฑใ†ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ‹ใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆๆ€ใ„็ŸฅใฃใŸใ‘ใฉ......ๅฅฝใใซใชใ‚Œใใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ•ใ‚“......ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ไปŠใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃใงใใ†่ฉฑใ—ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไธญๅ …ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€‚ๅๅ‰ใฏใ‚ฐใƒซใƒˆใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น็š„ใซใฏไธญใ€…ๆ‰่ƒฝใซๆตใพใ‚ŒใŸไบบใ ใ€‚ ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹่ฝใก่พผใ‚“ใ ้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใŒไผใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใ•ใฃใใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ˜Žใ‚‹ใ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใŸใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใฏๆฐ—่ฝใกใ—ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญ......ใฉใฃใกใซใ—ใ‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ˜ใ‚ƒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒๅˆใ‚ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšไปŠใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅผทใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใธ่กŒใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒ้ซ˜ใ™ใŽใฆๅƒ•ใฏไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅƒ•ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใซๅˆใฃใŸๅ›ฝใธใจ่กŒใฃใฆ่จ“็ทดใ™ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใซๅฉใ‘ใฐๅฉใใ ใ‘ไผธใณใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆˆ้•ทๅŠ›ใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆ‰ฑใ†ใ ใ‘ใฎ็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๅ–ใ‚‹ในใๆˆฆ้—˜ๆ–นๆณ•ใฏไธ€ใคใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใช......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚่‰ฏใ„ๆ‰€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใœใ€ ใ€Œ่‰ฏใ„ๆ‰€?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒˆใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅƒ•ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฃใฆๅ›ฝใชใ‚“ใ ใŒ......ๅ…จใฆใฎๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใฆใ€ๆœ€ใ‚‚็ตฑๅˆถใฎๅ–ใ‚ŒใŸ็Ž‹ๆ”ฟใŒๆ•ทใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใงใชใ€‚่ปไบ‹ๅ›ฝๅฎถใงๆœ‰ๅใชใ“ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ ใŒ......้ŽๅŽปๆญดๅฒไธŠใงใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใซไพต็•ฅใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸๅ›žๆ•ฐใฏ12ๅ›žใ€ใใ—ใฆใใฎๅ…จใฆใงๅคฑๆ•—ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆฅใซๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใฎๆˆฆๅŠ›ใŒใ“ใฃใกใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅคงใใ„่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ๅฏงใ‚ๅ‘ใ“ใ†ใฎ่ปไบ‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏไฝŽใ„ใจ่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใงใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใซๅ›่‡จใ™ใ‚‹็Ž‹ใฏๅ‰ใ„้ ญใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ“ใฃใกใฎ่ฃใ‚’ๆŽปใ„ใฆไฝ•ใŒไฝ•ใ ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ†…ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใซ่ฟฝใ„่พผใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆ•ฐๅคšใๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ๅ›ฝใฎไธญใงใ‚‚็Ÿฅ็•ฅๆˆฆ็•ฅใซ้•ทใ‘ใŸๅ›ฝใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏ่ปไบ‹็š„ใชๆˆฆ็•ฅใซใคใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€้ซ˜ใ„่ปไบ‹ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’่ช‡ใ‚‹ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚่ฝใจใ›ใชใ„ใจใชใ‚Œใฐใ€็›ธๅฝ“ใฎใ‚ซใƒชใ‚นใƒžๆ€งใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅˆ‡ใ‚Œ่€…ใจใ€ใใฎๅˆ‡ใ‚Œ่€…ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใฆๅ‹•ใๅ„ช็ง€ใชๅ…ตๅฃซใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญฃ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ๆˆฆใˆใฃใฆๅฝ“ๆ™‚ใฏๆ†คๆ…จใ—ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใ......ใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Šใซใ‚‚ๆญฏใŒ็ซ‹ใŸใช้ŽใŽใฆ้€†ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚’่ชใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใใฆใ‚ˆใ€‚ไปŠใฏๆˆฆ็ทšๅ”ๅฎšใ‚’็ตใ‚“ใงๅ‹ๅฅฝ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚’ไฟใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......็›ธๅฝ“้ ญใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ใใฎ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œใพใใชใ€‚ไปŠใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅจ˜ใฎ็Ž‹ๅฅณใซ็Ž‹ๆจฉใ‚’่ญฒใฃใฆๅผ•้€€ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใŒ......ใใฎ็Ž‹ๅฅณใŒใชใ€ใใฎ็Ž‹ๆง˜ใŒ่ชใ‚ใŸ็จ€ไปฃใฎๅคฉๆ‰ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚่ก€ใฏไบ‰ใˆใญใ‡ใชใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใง? ๅƒ•ใซไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใฎใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใƒซใƒผใ‚ฏใ‚นใƒใ‚คใƒ‰็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฏๆˆฆใ„ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใใ“ใพใง็ฉๆฅต็š„ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ใใ“ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’้ŽๅŽป2ไบบใ‚‚่ผฉๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ๆ–ฐไบบๆ•™่‚ฒใซใ‚‚ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่žใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใซใฏไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใชใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€็ขบใ‹ใซไธๅบฆ่‰ฏใ•ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใพใๅผทใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰้ธใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๆš‡ใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒๅค‰ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตใต......ใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ใซๅŒ…ใพใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‰......โ™ก ใ†ใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......โ™ช ใ‚ใฏใ......้ ญใจใ‚ใ‘ใใ‰......ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใใ‚…ใ‚“ใ™ใ‚‹ใ…......โ™กใ€ ใ€ŒใถใกๅฃŠใ—ใ ใ‚ˆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆ–น้‡ใŒๆฑบใพใฃใฆๆฑบๆ„ใ‚’ๅ›บใใ—ใŸใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ†ใ‚‚็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ใถใกๅฃŠใ™ใ‹ใชใใ“ใฎๅญใฏใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ไฟฎ็†ใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซ่„ฑใ„ใ ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณ็€ใŸใพใ‚“ใพใ ใ—......ไฟฎ็†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใšใฃใจๅญฆใƒฉใƒณ็€ใฆใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ไธˆใฎ็Ÿญใ„ใƒฏใƒณใƒ”ใƒผใ‚นใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฃธๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ†ŽใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฏใใ€่ฟ”ใ—ใชใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใฃ......!ใ€ ่…ฐ็ •ใ‘ใซใชใฃใฆๆถŽใ‚’ๅž‚ใ‚‰ใ™ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใŽๅ–ใฃใฆ็€ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใใ†ใชๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไฟฎ็†ไธญใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๆฅฝใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚ใใ‚ใ„ใ„ๅŠ ๆธ›ใซใ—ใชใ•ใ„ใ€‚ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซ็™บๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ…จใ......่ชฟๅญ็‹‚ใ†ใชใใ€ ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใฆใ€ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็žฌ้–“ใฎใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Žใƒƒ!!?ใ€ ๅผทๅคงใชๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใซ่ฅฒใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•!!
Several days before Kitsune encountered, fought, and then lost against the hero, and got his built up bond teared apart, there was a certain thing that happened at a certain place. That was the appearance of an existence with mighty prowess at the continent where human resided in. With imposing air, it calmly walked without anyone capable of hindering it. On its path, it would mow down any appearing magical beasts with one swing of its hidden mighty prowess. That glittering white light would draw a line of trace as if a pale comet, and one swing of its beautiful light would produce a torrent of tremendous destructive power. Any magical beasts that was swallowed by it was dead before they even noticed of their own death, and anything around it, either it was trees or rocks, everything would be obliterated into nothingness by the shockwave. One step, and another step, 'white' kept stepping its legs forward toward human's territory without stopping. Before long it met the person that resided in that territory. And then, it finally decided to stop its legs with its own will. The person asked it some question, like, why did it come there, what was its objective, or so, but without answering any of those questions, it simple kept on staring at that person as if to see through that person. After staring at that person for quite a while without moving, then, as if it had understood something, without using its prowess to kill that person, it simply walked and passed through that person. Then it started walking again. Without any clear objective of where it would go next, it simply kept walking forward. And then, after walking for quite a while, it encountered another people inside the forest. It was several of men. They were people with occupation the so called bandit, and the moment 'white' approached them, they were enchanted by its beauty. They spontaneously moved their bodies, they kneeled on the ground and put their hands together as if praying. Along with tears that overflowed on its own accord, they felt as if their souls were being purified. However, similarly like the previous person it met, it simply was staring at them. As if ascertaining of something, as if seeing through something, it kept on staring at them as if to peek at their souls. The result, those several people who were kneeling on the ground, got their heads chopped off of their bodies. With one swing of its light, it easily mowed down all of their lifes. Without they even noticed it, they were already dead. It literaly happened at light speed. A speed that could kill the moment they blinked their eyes without letting it to open again. Their bodies that had lost its heads were collapsing on the ground before 'white'. That spectacle was as if, criminals that repented their sins before the god, and the shining 'white' was so divine as if a god that listened to their confession. However, in the end it wasn't a god. "--purified." Without bating an eye towara those corpses, 'white' started walking again. The murmured word wasn't heard by anyone, but it was echoing inside the forest. And then, in several days until the time Kitsune's encounter and fight againts the hero, 'white' kept on walking without stopping. Any people that saw it would say as such. --that was monster in human disguise. The moment it swing it prowess, numerous people died. In the end, no one dared to obstruct this monster's path. No one dared to associate with this monster. If they were lucky they would stay alive, if they were unlucky then they would die without they even noticed it. As long as they still valued their life, anyone would be careful with that monster. No one knew when that dangerous light might strike-- And then, 'white' finally arrived at a certain territory. It arrived at a territory where numerous people resided in, a territory that was also refered as a country. And that country's name was-- Grandile Kingdom. * * * "Well then... for now we have to do something with the broken wall huh, that fake hero has gone somewhere, after all." After letting Lulu-chan and Finia-chan to temporarily accompanying the fake hero's party, I decide to repair the broken wall which was destroyed when I was blown away before. That fake hero was the one that destroyed it, but since he has disappeared somewhere so we have no choice but to take the responsibility ourselves. "Eh~, we aren't the one that destroyed it, though? So we have no responsibility to do so, right?" "Well, that sure is so, but... we've caused that much of ruskuss, so someone must take the responsibility, you see. And this time, we're the one that should take it." Saying so to the reluctant Leila-chan, we return to the guild. When we re-enter the guild through the large hole on the broken wall, we can see that the adventurers have a displeasured expression and are knitting their brows. Runa-chan and the other receptionist are also similarly frowning while staring at us. Well, not just destroyed the wall, I even lost the duel, so it can't be helped that we aren't too welcomed here. I do feel sorry, but all of it was that fake hero and wicked miko's fault. I didn't do anything wrong. That's why I should just act boldly. I'm not at fault here, after all. "Somehow, sorry. Don't worry, I'm reuctant but I'll take the responsibility and repair the wall." So I say, since that hero was the one that perpetated everything in the first place, so I hope they would stop blaming me that much. Thinking so, I start gathering the fragments of the broken wall. Rishe-chan is helping me out. Seems like Leila-chan is unwilling to help me. Well, she do look unfit to do chores and such trivial stuff, after all, moreover with her over selfish self that only does anything as she pleased, so it really can't be helped. And she's also following me on her whim in the first place, after all, so there no point on expecting something from her. "...lemme help ya, lil bro." "Eh?" And then, the adventurers inside the guild are coming our way one after another, and start gathering the wall fragments together. I don't understand what happens here, when I look at them with question, they show me faint smile in return. When I and Rishe-chan are bewildered and stop our hands, my shoulder is patted from behind. When I turn my face that way, Runa-chan is standing there. "Runa-chan...?" "Let me tell you... this country sure is referred as country with the law of the jungle, however... they have their own pride and manner in duel." "...." "These adventurers who saw the duel just now are, filled with anger regarding it." Runa-chan says so. In this country, strengths wasn't necessarily meant prowess only. For adventurers who always tempered themselves in order to become stronger, they held pride and confidence in their own strength and satisfaction in dueling each other. That was why, the held duel as something sacred. Putting everything they've tempered, Clashing might with might, In duel where their blood and flesh pound, They felt joy in their futher growth. Once again, not yet. They could see their own further possibilities. And if they were able to achieve that possibility, a great feeling of joy was awaiting them in each duel. Moreover, they wouldn't ever forget each formidable opponents who unlocked their possibilities. Surpassing their own limits, sharpening their mind and body to gain victory, the admiration of the opponent, those were what make duel was worth doing. "That's why, we won't accept a duel such as just now. That was nothing but bullying, plundering. A disgrace of our prided and aspired duel." "... I have no recollection ever accepting that duel, though." "I know it. That's why it was very irritating, one-sidedly trampling down someone who was weaker than him, it couldn't be called as duel at all. That's why everone were quite impressed by you, even though you lost that badly, you still had the courage to face him head on." I see, I'm kinda happy to hear that. The miko was like that so I thought that everyone inside this country was also the same, but seems like I was mistaken. As expected of adventurers-- their resolution and purpose regarding duel sure are something. Seems like the rot hasn't spreaded to the whole citizen. "Hey, stop talking and move your hands again." One of several adventurers who are helping me collecting the wall fragment is calling out to me. Perhaps they heard what Runa-chan just said, they show a bright smile on their face. "Ahaha, sorry." Seeing that smile, I apologize once and take off my gakuran before starting to continue repairing the wall again. ... hey there, Leila-chan, don't take my gakuran. Several hours later, after we somehow finished repairing the wall, we're welcomed by numerous adventurers. It appears that someone among them has 'appraisal' skill, and seems like he once secretly peeked at my and the hero's statuses. The told me that they were impressed that in spite of the overwhelming disparity, I kept on standing up and fought back. "Hahaha! So your name is Kitsune? What a strange name!" "Well at least it sure isn't usual." It doesn't feel bad, but I feel like I'm not in the mood to get on board with them. --Finia-chan, isn't by my side. When I was reparing the wall I was focused on doing it, but at peaceful time like now when I don't have anything to do, I'll end up think about it. My treasure, the mask from Shiori-chan that was always with me even before I dead, Finia-chan who was always smiling beside me, their presence have disappeared as if they've slipped out of my hand. It feels as if there's a gaping hole on my chest. So this is the feeling of losing something, huh. It's my first time feeling such a thing, but, I don't think it's a feeling that I want to get used to. "Then...what are you going to do from now on?" Right now, the one who sits beside me and is calling out to me is a D rank adventurer. His name is Gurt-san, status-wise, he's quite a blessed person. I always put my usual faint smile on, but as expected it seems like perhaps some depressed air is still leaking out of me, he keeps on cheerfully calling out to me. I sure am grateful, but as expected, seems like this feeling won't disappear anytime soon. "Let's see... either way, my level is a bit too low to operate at this country, after all... so I think I'm going to go to a country that could make me stronger." The level at this county is too high so I can't keep up with them. That's why, I need to go to a country with more suitable level for me. Unlike Finia-chan and Leila-chan, my prowess isn't as high that would let me easely charge to any fight, after all, and I also have no enough strength to hold a weapon. That means, there's only one battle style I can tread on. "I see... then, I think I know quite a good place for you." "A good place?" Then, Gurt-san says so to me. "Yup, it's a country named Rukusuhaido kingdom... among all countries, it's the most well regulated country. Grandile kingdom is referred as war country, but... in history we had launched twelve invasion to Rukusuhaido kingdom, but we'd never succeded even once." "Oh...." "It wasn't like our country's war potential was weaker than theirs, it even could be said that theirs was actually the one that was weaker. However, the king of that country was just too intelligent. He outwited us over and over again that led to our lost." Among all countries, it seems like Rukusuhaido kingdom is quite excel at tactics and strategies. And it's including military tactics, to the point that even Grandile Kingdom that possess strong war potential to be unable to defeat them. That means that this intelligent person is quite a charismatic one, and the armies are also excellent and bear a deep trust in that person. "Back in those waring days, we resented them very much, you see... but since we were unable to even close up the disparity between our war capabilities to the bitter end, in the end we were the one that declared our defeat. In this day we've made a treaty pact and on friendly term with them." "Hmm... quite an intelegent one huh, that king." "Well, yeah. Seems like nowdays he has retired and passed the throne down to his daughter, the princess, but... that princess, you see, it appears that she's a peerless geniuss who is even recognized by that king. Bloodline sure is frightening, huh." "Then, what do you mean that this country is a good place for me?" "Ah, the adventurers there aren't too inclined to duel, but in the past there were two S rank adventurers who emerged from there, you see. I even have heard that they put quite an effort to nurture the newcomers, so isn't that very suitable for your need?" I see, it sure sounds pretty good. Well, since I want to become stronger as soon as possible then I have no time to be picky though. I have to take Finia-chan and Lulu-chan back as soon as possible after all, as long as I can become stronger then I won't say much about the way. Let's just check it out, this so called Rukusuhaido kingdom. "Kitsune, Leila has turned strange." "Ufufufufu... I'm wrapped by Kitsune's smell... ufufufu... ahaha... I feel like melting... my heart is pounding wildly...." "You'll tear it apart, Leila-chan." Even though I've finally made my decision about our future plan, just why must she's always so excel at ruining the mood. Moreover, she's still wearing my gakuran that I took off when I was repairing the wall... so you've been wearing it ever since I was repairing the wall, huh. She only wears a short dress inside so, the looks as if she's nude inside the gakuran is ironically alluring. "...haa, return it." "Ahn...!" I take the gakuran off of the collapsing and drolling Leila-chan, and then wear it. Leila-chan lets out a very disappointed voice, but she's enjoyed it ever since I was repairing the wall so it should be the time for her to gets over it. Hey, don't just arbitrarily get horny as you pleased. "Good grief... hold yourself a bit." Letting out a sigh, I say so. And exactly at that moment-- ""!!?"" Attacked by a great wave of intimidating aura--!!
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ใฏๆœชใ ใซใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใฎๆŠœใ‘ใใ‚‰ใชใ„่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅผ•ใๆ‘บใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ€‚ๆœจใซๅ‡ญใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€่„‡่…นใ‚’ๆŠผใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใฎไบก้ชธใ‚’ๆ‹พใ„ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใŒใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใงใ‚‚ๅˆƒ็‰ฉใฏๅˆƒ็‰ฉใ€ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใŒๆฅใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’็ฉบไธญใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ™ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใญใ‡ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใพใใญ......ๅคšๅˆ†ใ‚ใฐใ‚‰ใŒไฝ•ๆœฌใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใช......ๅพŒใฏ่ƒŒไธญใฎๅผทๆ‰“ใฃใฆใจใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใŒๆฒปใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ๅฆ–็ฒพใฎๆๆกˆใซๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅฆ–็ฒพใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ๅ›žใฃใฆใใฎๅฐใ•ใชไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ๅฆ–็ฒพใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใฎๆง˜ใชๅ…‰ใŒไธกๆ‰‹ใ‹ใ‚‰็™บใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ใใฎๅ…‰ใฏๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๅŒ…ใฟใ“ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅพ—ไฝ“ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใซ่‹ฅๅนฒใฎๆŠตๆŠ—ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใŸใŒใ€ใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใŒๅคงใใใฆๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใฏ็›ดใใซ่จชใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใฏ......ๅ‚ทใŒๆฒปใฃใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซใ‚ใฃใŸๅ‚ทใ‚„ใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใŒใ˜ใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ใจๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใใฎใ ใ€‚่ƒŒไธญใฎๆ‰“ๆ’ฒใ‚„ๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใฐใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใคๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใฃใฆใ„ใใ€็—›ใฟใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใคๅผ•ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ ๆก”้ŸณใŒใ“ใฎๅ…‰ใ‚’ใ€Ž้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€ใ ใจ็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใซใฏใใ†ๆ™‚้–“ใŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณใฏ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ…‰ใฎไธญใซ่บซใ‚’ไปปใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใงๅคงไธˆๅคซ!ใ€ ๅฆ–็ฒพใŒไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใบใกใฃใจๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅŒๆ™‚ใซๅ…‰ใ‚‚ๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็„กๅ‚ทใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใซๅฎŒๆฒปใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่ฉฆใ—ใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆปใฃใŸใ‚Š้ฃ›ใณ่ทณใญใŸใ‚Šใจ็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€่กŒๅ‹•ใซๆ”ฏ้šœใฏใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใฐใ“ใฎๅ ดใซๆฎ‹ใฃใฆ้€šใ‚Šใ™ใŒใฃใŸ็ฃใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใจใฏ่ตทใใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๅ›ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใฎ่ชฐใชใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ็ง? ใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ใ‚ใฃใ‹ใ‚“ใชใƒผใ„! ใ‚ใฏใฏใฃใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ•ใ„ใซใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏ็ฉบไธญใงใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ๅ›žใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใ€ใจใฏใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‹ใจๆก”้Ÿณใฏ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰่…•็ต„ใฟใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“ใจใญใ€็งใฏไปŠ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใใฎใ€ใŠ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ้ข......?ใ€ ๅฆ–็ฒพใŒๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ ญใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็‹ใฎใŠ้ขใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใฏใŠ้ขใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ–ใฃใฆๆ›ดใซ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ“ใฎใŠ้ขใฏๅ…ƒใ€…ใ„ใŸไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰่‡ชๅˆ†ใจๅ…ฑใซ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใ€่ฌ‚ใ‚ใฐไปŠใ„ใ‚‹ไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๅ“ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๅฆ‚ไฝ•ใซใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใŒใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใงๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚„้ญ”ๆณ•ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ๅ…ƒใ„ใŸไธ–็•Œใฏใใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ๅพนๅบ•ใ—ใŸ็ง‘ๅญฆใฎไธ–็•Œใ ใ€‚ใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฆ–็ฒพใจใ„ใ†ใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใฎๆจฉๅŒ–ใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใฎๆฆ‚ๅฟตใฏใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸไธ–็•Œใฎ้•ใ„ใŒ้–ขไฟ‚็„กใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใฃใจใญใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใฎใซใ‚‚็จฎ้กžใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎ......ๅคงใใๅˆ†ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚ไบŒ็จฎ้กž!ใ€ ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏๅฐใ•ใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใƒ”ใƒผใ‚นใฎๅฝขใซใ—ใฆ็ชใๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹้•ทใใชใ‚Šใใ†ใช่ฉฑใ ใชใใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใฎๅฎนๅงฟใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹็ด ็›ดใซ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไธ€็•ชๅคšใ„ใฎใŒ่‡ช็„ถใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฆ–็ฒพใ€่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฃใฆๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„! ใ“ใฎ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฎไธญใซใ‚‚่‰ฒใ€…็จฎ้กžใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็งใฏ่ฉณใ—ใ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ่‡ชไฟกๆบ€ใ€…ใ€่ƒธใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆ็„ก็Ÿฅใฎๅ‘Š็™ฝใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๅฆ–็ฒพใซ็ชใฃ่พผใ‚€ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏๆฐ—ใซใ›ใš่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅˆ†้กžใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใฎใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ใคใฎ็จฎ้กžใซใคใ„ใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฏใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ใคใฎ็จฎ้กžใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€‚ไบบใฎๆƒณใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฆ–็ฒพใ ใ‚ˆ! ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฃใฆๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Šๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ๅฆ–็ฒพใงใ™! ไธ€็”Ÿใฎๅ†…ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ‚‰่ถ…ๅนธ้‹ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ญใƒผใƒœใƒผใ‚คใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ‚„ใฃใŸใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“......ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใจ่จ€ใˆใฐ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใŒไธปใ ใ€‚ๅฎนๅงฟใฏ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎๅ•ใ‚ใšใ€ไบบ้–“ๅŒๆง˜ๅ„ใ€…้•ใ†ใŒใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซใฏๅฐใ•ใ„ไบบ้–“ใซ็พฝใ‚’็”Ÿใ‚„ใ—ใŸๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ๆ•…ใซๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใจ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใงใฏ่ฆ‹ๅˆ†ใ‘ใŒใคใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฎไธญใซๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏๆ•ฐๅ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎๆ•ฐใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ…ƒใ„ใŸไธ–็•Œใง่จ€ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰็ตถๆป…ๅฑๆƒง็จฎใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹็จฎ้กžใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณ้”ใฏไบบใฎๅผทใ„ๆƒณใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐๅผทใ„ๆƒณใ„ใฎ็ฑ ใฃใŸๅ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฆ–็ฒพใงใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏ็ทใ˜ใฆๅผทๅŠ›ใชๅŠ›ใ‚’ไฟๆœ‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹็‚บใซๅฟ…่ฆใชๆƒณใ„ใฎ้‡ใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ไฝใฎๅผทใ„ๆƒณใ„ใงใชใ„ใจๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฏ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œๆ•…ใฎๆ•ฐใฎๅฐ‘ใชใ•ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใพใŸๅˆฅใจใ—ใฆใ€่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฆ–็ฒพใฏ่‡ช็„ถใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€่‡ช็„ถใฎๆ•ฐใ ใ‘่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฏๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ๆ•ฐๅคšใๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฏใใ‚ŒใปใฉๅคงใใชๅŠ›ใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใŒใ€Ž่ณชใ€ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฏใ€Ž้‡ใ€ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใจใ„ใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏๅฏฟๅ‘ฝใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚่‡ช็„ถใŒ็„กใใชใ‚Œใฐ่‡ช็„ถ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ‚‚ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใŒใ€่‡ช็„ถใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐๆญปใฌใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏ้•ใ†ใ€‚ๅฏฟๅ‘ฝใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€่‡ช่บซใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๅช’ไป‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅ“ใŒๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณ้”ใฏๅช’ไป‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅ“ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใคใพใ‚Š็งใฏใใฎใŠ้ขใŒๅฃŠใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆถˆใˆใกใ‚ƒใ†ใฎใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็งใฏใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ€ ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’็ต‚ใˆใฆใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใŒใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใฎใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใซ้ ทใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใจใ„ใ†่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’่žใ้™ใ‚ŠๅผทๅŠ›ใชๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅญ˜ๅœจใŒๅ‘ณๆ–นใซใชใฃใŸใฎใฏๅฟƒๅผทใ„ใฎใ ใŒใ€็พๅœจใ„ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ไธŠใซใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใจใ„ใ†ๅ…จใๆœช็Ÿฅใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใซๆ”พใ‚Šๅ‡บใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใพใšใฏ่ฉฑใฎๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใจๅ‡บไผšใ„ใŸใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใซๆฅใฆไผšใฃใŸ็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใจ่จ€ใˆใฐ็™ฝ็†Šใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใจๅฆ–็ฒพใ ใ‘ใ€‚ไธๅฎ‰ใชใ“ใจใ“ใฎไธŠใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆญฉใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใˆใƒผใจ......ๅๅ‰ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใฏ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ‚ˆ? ่ฌ‚ใ‚ใฐ่ตคใ‚“ๅŠใ ใ‚ˆ? ๅๅ‰ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญ!ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏใ“ใ‚“ใชใซๅ ‚ใ€…ใจ้ง„็›ฎใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใฎๆ–นๅ‘ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๅฆ–็ฒพใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๆญฃ่ซ–ใ ใ€‚็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎ่ตคใ‚“ๅŠใซๅๅ‰ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใŒ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‚‰ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅๅ‰ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใพใๅๅ‰ใŒ็„กใ„ใจไธไพฟใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฃใฝใ......ใ€Žใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€ใงใ€ ใ€Œ้Ÿฟใใฏใ„ใ„ใญ! ็”ฑๆฅใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใƒผใ€็งใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใชใ‚“ใจใชใไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅๅ‰ใ‹ใƒผ......ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸ!ใ€ ๅฆ–็ฒพ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใ€ใ—ใ‚…ใ‚“ใจใ—ใŸๅพŒใซใพใŸใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใจใฆใ‚‚ๅ›ณๅคชใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใฎๆŒใกไธปใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ‰€ใฏ็ฏ ๅดŽใ—ใŠใ‚Šใซใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไผผใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š็›ดใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใงใ‚ใ‚‹่กฃ้ฃŸไฝใฎ็ขบไฟใซๅ‹•ใๅ‡บใ™ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ใŠ้ขใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘็›ดใ—ใ€ๅณ่‚ฉใฎไธŠใซๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ๆญฉใใ ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ“ใ‚ใงใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ•ใฃใใฎๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ‚’ๆฒปใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๅฅดใฏ้ญ”ๆณ•?ใ€ ่ฉฑใ—็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใชใ€ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใใ€‚ๅฆ–็ฒพใ€้ญ”็ฃใจใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผ่ฆ็ด ๆบ€่ผ‰ใช็›ฎใซใ‚ใฃใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš่บซใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใ‚’ไธ€ใคใฏ็ขบไฟใ—ใฆใŠใใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใ‚ˆ! ๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•! ๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใซใฏๅ‘ชๆ–‡ใฎ่ฉ ๅ”ฑใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ€ๆƒณ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใฏ็„ก่ฉ ๅ”ฑใง้ญ”ๆณ•ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใˆใธใ‚“!ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใใ‚Œใฃใฆๅƒ•ใซใ‚‚ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œไบบใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅŠนๆžœใฎๅคงๅฐใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ้ญ”ๅŠ›ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ‚’็ขบใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ–นๆณ•ใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใจ่žใ„ใฆใฟใŸใŒใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏ็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใฎใ‹ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ไบบใŒๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ€ใฟใŸใ„ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“......ใญใ‡ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็ฉบใ‹ใ‚‰ๅทใจใ‹ๆ‘ใจใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใš้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใซใฏไธ€ๆœไธ€ๅค•ใงใฏ่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใจๆ‚Ÿใฃใฆใ€ไธ€ๆ—ฆ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒ้ฃ›ในใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆœ€ๅคง้™ๆดป็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅทใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐๅนธ้‹ใ€ๆ‘ใŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ‚‚ใฃใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†!? ใ‚ใฃใŸใƒผ!?ใ€ ็ตๆง‹ใช้ซ˜ใ•ใซใพใงไธŠใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซใ€ๅฃฐใ‚’ๅคงใใใ—ใฆๅ•ใ†ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚็ฃใซๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฑ้™บๆ€งใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ—ฉใ็ฉบใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใŸๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๅ•ใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ๅ›žใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ไธ‹ใ‚Šใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่‚ฉใซใฝใ™ใ‚“ใจ่…ฐใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚ใ™ใจใ€ใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ–นๅ‘ใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ตๆง‹้ ใใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ใฃใกใซๅคงใใช่ก—ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ‚ˆ! ้€”ไธญใซๅทใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹!ใ€ ใ€Œๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚’ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“!ใ€ ใใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใจใฃใฆ็ฆ้Ÿณใจใ‚‚ๅ‘ผในใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅทใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใ€Žๅคงใใช่ก—ใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒๅนธ้‹ใ ใ€‚่ก—ใจๅ‘ผในใ‚‹ๅคงใใ•ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใพใš็ขบๅฎŸใซไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๅธธ่ญ˜็ญ‰ใ€…ใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒ้›†ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ญˆใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅนพๅˆ†่ปฝใใชใฃใŸ่ถณๅ–ใ‚Šใงใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸๆ–นๅ‘ใธใจ้€ฒใ‚€ใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎๅ•ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฎๅฃฐใ‚’่žใใคใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹็ฃใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’็งปๅ‹•ใ—ใŸๆ–นใŒใ„ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚......็•ฐไธ–็•Œใงๆ—ฅๆœฌ่ชžใฃใฆ้€š็”จใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฏไผš่ฉฑๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ‚‹ใฎใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใฏใปใ‚‰ใ€ๅช’ไป‹ใŒ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎๅ“ใ ใ—ใญ! ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณๆ–ฐ็จฎใฎๅฆ–็ฒพ? ใฟใŸใ„ใชใฃ?ใ€ ใˆใƒผ......ใจใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅ›ฐใฃใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ใ ใŒใพใใ“ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ„ใคๆญปใฌใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆฃฎใฎไธญใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏใ€ไบบใฎใ„ใ‚‹่ก—ใฎๆ–นใŒๅฎ‰ๅ…จใ ใ‚ใ†ใจ้–‹ใ็›ดใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใฏใจใซใ‹ใใ€้€ฒใ‚€ไบ‹ใŒๅคงๅˆ‡ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ“ใ‚ใงใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€้ ใใฃใฆใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎไธ–็•Œ่ฆณใง่จ€ใˆใฐใ€30kmไฝ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆฐ—ใฎ้ ใใชใ‚‹่ท้›ขใ ใœ......ใ€ ใพใŸๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใฎๆ–นๅ‘ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไผ‘ใฟใชใ—ใงๆญฉใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚ŒใฐไปŠๆ—ฅๆ˜Žๆ—ฅไธญใซ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€่ฒงๅผฑใช็”ทๅญ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซใใ‚“ใชไฝ“ๅŠ›ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏ้ฃ›ในใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆญฉใ„ใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใจใฏ้•ใฃใŸ็ฃใ‚’ๅ…ˆใซ็™บ่ฆ‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ไปŠๅบฆใฎ็ฃใฏ็ฃใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Š่™ซใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใง่จ€ใˆใฐๅคงใใช่œ˜่››ใ€้ซ˜ใ•2mใซใ‚‚ๅŠใถๅทจๅคงใ•ใฏๆญฃ็›ดๆ•ตๅฏพใ—ใŸใใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ‚„ใ‚Š้Žใ”ใ—ใŸใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ€‚ ๅนธ้‹ใ ใฃใŸใฎใฏ่œ˜่››ใซใฏๅ—…่ฆšใง็ฒ็‰ฉใ‚’็™บ่ฆ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ใ“ใจใ€‚็›ฎใฏ8ใคใปใฉใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€้š ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐๅ•้กŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚ใƒผ......ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใชใใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‚ˆใญ! ไปฒ้–“ใ !ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏๅ‰ฒใจ่ƒธใซๆฅใ‚‹่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ‚ตใƒฉใฃใจ่จ€ใ†ใญ? ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๅƒ•ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒใใฎใŠ้ขใ‚’ๆ‰€ๆŒใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅคงไบ‹ใซใšใฃใจๆŒใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฒใ€…่ฆšใˆใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ! ๆŽˆๆฅญไธญใซใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฎใƒŽใƒผใƒˆใŒ็‚ญใซใชใฃใฆใŸใ‚Šใ€ๆค…ๅญใŒ้š ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸไธŠใซ็ ดๅฃŠใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใง่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๆ“ฆใ‚Œ้•ใ„ใ–ใพใฎ่‚ฉใƒ‘ใƒณใŒ็ตถๅฆ™ใชใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใญ!ใ€ ็•ฐไธ–็•Œใฎใ“ใจใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใชใใฆๆธˆใ‚“ใ ใชใใจไฝ™่จˆใชๆ‰‹้–“ใŒ็œใ‘ใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅ–œใถในใใ‹ใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใใฃใใ‚Šใฎ้ก”ใง่™ใ‚ใฎๅ†…ๅฎนใ‚’ๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซ่ชžใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ‚’่ค‡้›‘ใซๆ€ใ†ในใใ‹ใ€ๅพฎๅฆ™ใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš......ใ‚ใฎ่œ˜่››ใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚Š้Žใ”ใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‹ใใ‚Œใ‚“ใผใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญ!ใ€ ่Œ‚ใฟใซ้š ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่œ˜่››ใŒ้ŽใŽๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใใฎใ‚’ๅพ…ใคๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€‚ใ˜ใฃใจๅ‹•ใใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้›†ไธญใ—ใฆๅพ…ใคใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่‚ฉใ‚’ๅฉใ่€…ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ทใƒƒ......้™ใ‹ใซใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅคง่œ˜่››ใ‹ใ‚‰็›ฎใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆใ€่ƒŒๅพŒใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใซใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใฏๆฐ—ใซใ›ใšๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่‚ฉใ‚’ๅฉใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ y.........ใˆใƒผ......ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใŸๅ…ˆใ€ใใ“ใซใฏใชใ‚“ใจๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎๅคงใใช็‹ผใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅ‰้–€ใฎ่œ˜่››ใ€ๅพŒ้–€ใฎ็‹ผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ตถไฝ“็ตถๅ‘ฝใฎใƒ”ใƒณใƒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰่‚ฉใ‚’ๅฉใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใงๆธˆใ‚“ใงใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ญใƒผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•?ใ€ ใ€Œใ“ใฎ็‹ผใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ”ปๆ’ƒ้ญ”ๆณ•ใชใ‚‰ๅคšๅฐ‘ๅ—œใ‚“ใงใพใ™ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใชใ‚“ใฎใ‚ญใƒฃใƒฉ?ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใตใ–ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ†…ๅฟƒ็„ฆใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰็ชใฃ่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใซใฑใฃใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใฎๅฐใ•ใชๆ‰‹ใ‚’็‹ผใซๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆฌกใฎ็žฌ้–“โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใ‚ฌใ‚ขใƒƒ!?ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•็‹ผใŒๅนใฃ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณ่ฆ–็‚นใง่จ€ใˆใฐใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๆ‰‹ใŒไธ€็žฌใƒ•ใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฅใ—ใฆใ€ใใ—ใŸใ‚‰็‹ผใŒๅนใฃ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใ ใจใ„ใฃใŸๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ ใ€‚ไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใฏๅ…จใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใตใฃ......ไปŠไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•ใงๅนใฃ้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใŸใฎใ !ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใชใ้ ผใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚“ใชไบบ้–“ใฎ1/10ใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใฎๅฐใ•ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใซ้ ผใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๆƒ…ใ‘ใชใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ—ใฆใฏไฝ•ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚‚็„กใ„่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใชใ‚Šใตใ‚Šๆง‹ใฃใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฎใ‚ทใƒฃใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ข!!ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฎๅ…‰ใง่œ˜่››ใซใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚็‹ผใ‚‚ใพใ ใพใ ๅ‹•ใ‘ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใงใ€ๆญฃ็œŸๆญฃ้Š˜ๅคงใƒ”ใƒณใƒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่œ˜่››ใจ็‹ผใ‚’ไบคไบ’ใซ่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ไธ€้›ฃๅŽปใฃใฆใพใŸไธ€้›ฃใจใฏใ“ใฎใ“ใจใ‹ใ€ใจใ“ใ‚“ใช็Šถๆณใงๅ‘‘ๆฐ—ใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ…จใใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใซใชใ‚‹ใญใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ„! ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใชใ‚‹ใž!ใ€
For now, as they had exchanged greetings, Kitsune tried pulling up his body, which was still as damaged as ever. He leaned himself against a tree to stand up and held his side as he searched for the remnants of the knife. Regardless of the sort of world this was, even if a knife's broken, a blade's still a blade. He thought that a chance to use it may present itself sooner or later. The fairy looking down on him from the sky tilted her head to the side and approached him. "Hey, hey, Kitsune-san, are you hurt?" "Yeah, kinda... a few of my ribs have probably snapped... then there's the blow I took to the back, I guess." "Hmm... then I'll heal it!" "Eh?" On the fairy's proposal, Kitsune turned his eyes towards her. She began spinning in a circle around him while both of her arms remained pointed at his body; thereupon, the flash of light that had accompanied her when she first appeared burst out of her hands, enveloping him. Kitsune tried to put up some resistance to the unfamiliar phenomenon, but the damage inflicted on him was too great, so he couldn't move properly. But the effect came about soon enough. "This is... my wounds are healing?" The cuts and bruises plaguing his body were disappearing, bit by bit. The blow to his back, and the broken ribs, slowly reverted to normal along with the pain. It didn't take the boy very long to understand that the light was {Magic} . 'As expected of another world,' he thought as he entrusted his body to it. "...... Yep, that should do it!" The fairy clapped her hands together and formed a smile as she spoke. At the same time, the light faded, and Kitsune had experienced a full recovery. He tried twisting his body and jumping as a test, but he felt no difficulty in those actions. If it's like this, then he probably wouldn't be done in by that passing beast too quickly. "... So, who are you, and where are you from?" "Me? Let's see... no idea~! Ahaha." On Kitsune's question, the fairy spun and laughed. Unable to understand what, 'I don't know' was supposed to mean, Kitsune tilted his head. Seeing him like that, the fairy folded her arms and opened her mouth. "Well, you see, I was just born right now! From that mask." "Mask...?" What the Fairy pointed to was the fox mask on his head. Upon removing it, and looking it over, Kitsune only became even more confused. The reason being that that mask was something sent here alongside him from his own world. From the point of view of this world, it was a real {Otherworldly Item} . No matter how much of a fantasy world this was, with fairies and magic, and what not, his former world was a one of concrete science without such things. There's no way the very incarnation of fantasy, a fairy, could be born from it. But this world's concept of a fairy wasn't related to such differences in worlds. "Well, you see, with fairies, there are different types... if you do the most basic division, there are two large groups!" The fairy thrust out her small hand in a peace sign. As he grumbled to himself about how this sounded like it would take a while, he conceded to listen to the explanation of the fairy with the appearance of Shinozaki Shiori. "The larger one is the fairies born from nature, called the Natural Variety, apparently! There are many different categories in the Natural Variety, but I don't know the specifics!" At the fairy who stuck her chest out and overflowed with confidence as she confessed her own ignorance, Kitsune could do nothing but offer a Tsukkomi. But without minding that, she continued on with her exposition. About the one she was a part of, the second variant of fairy. "I'm part of the other type. A fairy born from human feelings! We're called the Ideological Variety, and we're not that common in this world! Just seeing one of us over your life is supposed to be super lucky! That's why Kitsune-san is a lucky boy! Good job!" "Yeah... right." According to her, the majority of this world's fairies were of the Natural Variety. Regardless of the variety, while there were individual differences, they generally looked like small humans with wings. As such, the two Varieties were difficult to tell apart by appearance alone. In this world, the number of Ideological Fairies numbered less than a few dozen. In Kitsune's former world, they would be something of an endangered species. These girls were born of a human's strong feelings, or more specifically, items that have received strong feelings, and therefore, they usually possess strong powers. However, the amount of emotion necessary for an Ideological to be born is absurd, and unless they're strong enough for one to bet their life on, nothing will be born. For that reason, their numbers are scarce. On the other hand, the Natural Variety can be born as long as nature exists. No, it's more that there are as many Natural Fairies as there are nature. As such, they can exist in large numbers. In exchange, unlike the other type, they generally don't have that much power. It can be said that the Ideological are the {Quality} , and the Natural are the {Quantity} . Natural Fairies have no lifespan. If nature were to die out, then they would die, but as long as even a little remained, there would be no death for them. But Ideological Fairies were different. They had no set lifespan, but if the intermediary through which they were born were to be destroyed, they would die. Therefore, it was rare for them to separate from that item. "To summarize, if that mask breaks, I'll disappear, so I'll follow Kitsune-san!" "Ah, I see." The explanation over, the fairy said that with a bright smile, and Kitsune nodded easily. Hearing the explanation on Ideological Fairies, he felt it reassuring that one who possessed great power was to be his ally, but as long as he didn't know where exactly he was, it didn't change the fact that he was abandoned in the middle of nowhere in an unfamiliar world. He didn't know what it was he should do. First, he wanted to meet a human he could talk with, but since coming to the world, the only things he'd met so far were a polar bear level monster, and a fairy. It left him quite uneasy. "... For now, I guess we'll keep moving forward. Um... what's your name?" "None!" "... None?" "I was just born, you know? I'm a baby, you know? There's no way I have a name!" Kitsune pondered to himself just how this fairy could be so blatantly hopeless, as he stared off into the distance towards another day. But her words were sound. There was no way a freshly born baby would have a name. "If it's necessary, then it's alright if Kitsune-san gives me a name." "... Well, it's inconvenient if you don't have one. Let's see, something a bit otherworldly... let's go with Finia." "Nice sound to it! What's it from?" "Wah, so my name was one you just kinda felt... I like it!" The fairy... no, Finia, broke into another smile after a short period of despondence. It seems she was the possessor of quite the brash personality. That part of her slightly resembled Shinozaki Shiori, causing Kitsune to give a slight smile. He got himself back together, and began to move towards his original goal, the acquisition of life's necessities, once more. With the mask on his head again, and the fairy Finia perched on his right shoulder, he walked forward with a faint smile on his face. "By the way, Finia-chan, was that thing you used to heal my injuries magic?" While thinking of how nice it was to have someone to talk to, he tried asking. He had just experienced Fairies, Beasts, and other fantasy-esque factors, so he wanted to secure a means to protect his own body. "That's right! Healing Magic! Usually you nead a spell incantation to use magic, but Ideological Fairies can use it without! Hehe!" "Hmm... can I do something like that too?" "The output likely changes based on the person, but as long as you have Mana, you can probably do it, you know?" Hearing that, Kitsune asked whether there was a means to check if he had Mana, but Finia didn't know. It seems she had the sense to use magic from the moment she was born, so she had no idea how to use magic in itself. It was like a human knowing how to move their hands. "Yeah... Hey, Finia-chan, could you go up into the sky to see if there's a river or village around?" Understanding that he wasn't going to become able to use magic anytime soon, he put the matter aside. So, he put Finia's wings to use. If there was a river, then he would be in luck. A village, even more so. "So!? Was there anything!?" Kitsune raised his voice to the fairy who had risen quite high. There was the chance the beast would find out his location, but he wanted to get the information from the sky quickly. Finia spun in the air as she descended. Lowering her back onto Kitsune's shoulder, she smiled as she pointed in a direction. "It was quite far, but I saw a large town! There's a river on the way too!" "Thanks for the good news, Finia-chan." "Yep!" That information was the best news to the boy. The fact that there was a river was one thing, but the large town was good luck. If it was that big, then there would definitely be people, and he would be able to gather some necessary otherworldly information. With somewhat lighter steps, he proceeded in the direction of Finia's finger. Some monster may have heard his voice, so it was best to change locations swiftly. "Even so... will Japanese work in another world?" "Eh? Even when I can talk with you just fine?" "I'm, you know, that. I was born from Japanese goods! In a sense, I'm a new breed of fairy, right? Something like that." Eh... a troubled expression came up. But, well, the fact that a human settlement was there was much more reassuring than being in a forest when he didn't know when he would die. Anyways, moving forward was important. "By the way, Finia-chan, about how far is far?" "Based on your world, about 30km, I guess?" "That's a distance to distance one's spirit..." He stared out towards a brighter future again. If he kept walking without rest, he would probably reach it in a day or two, but as a frail high school boy, Kitsune didn't have such stamina. Finia could probably fly there, but she decided to follow him. * * * After walking for a while, Kitsune found a different beast from before in front of him. Rather than a beast, this one looked like a bug. Its appearance was that of a spider, whose height exceeded 2m. Honestly, he didn't want to have to deal with it. If possible, he wanted to pass peacefully. Luckily, spiders didn't use their sense of smell to catch prey. While it had eight eyes, as long as he hid and stayed a distance, there wouldn't be a problem. "Uwah... It's creepy." "Kitsune-san's also creepy, right? You've finally found a comrade!" "You casually throw out some heart-stabbing words, don't you? And wait, Finia-chan, you have knowledge from my world?" "I have memory from when you first got that mask! You always held it close, so I remember quite a bit! Like how your notes were turned to charcoal during class, and how your chair went missing, only to be found destroyed, and how your shoulder was accidentally punched by a passerby with splendid timing!" He could have gotten off without an explanation of his own world, but should he feel happy that he didn't have to waste time explaining anything himself, or feel conflicted that someone with Shiori's face was happily divulging the contents of his bullying? It was a peculiar feeling. "For now... let's try sneaking past that spider." "Yay, it's like hide-and-seek!" They hid in the thickets as Kitsune waited for the spider to pass by. He gazed at its movements as he concentrated as not to make a sound. But there was one tapping his shoulder. "Shh... quiet." Kitsune turned his attention from the large spider, and spoke to the one behind him. But without minding his words, it kept tapping him. "What are y... eh~..." As he turned his head, he found the wolf from before behind him. In the front, the spider, and behind, the wolf. It truly was a desperate pinch. And wait, he was lucky to have gotten off with nothing but his shoulder tapped so far. "Finia-chan." "What?" "Can you defeat this wolf-san?" "I more or less specialize in offensive magic, dude." "You were that sort of character?" Finia was messing around, so Kitsune tsukkomied while his inner thoughts were in turmoil. She smiled as she raised her small hands at the wolf, and in the next instant... "Grah!?" ... The wolf was blown away. From Kitsune's point of view, it looked like Finia's hands let off a flash for a moment, and the wolf was sent flying by it. He had no idea of exactly what had happened. "Fufu... do you wanna know what I just did?" "Yes, I want to know." "I sent him off with light magic!" But she couldn't be any more reliable. He felt it a little shameful to depend on the small existence 1/10 his size, but if she was going to protect him when he didn't have any power of his own, he didn't have the time to mind his own appearance. "GISHAAAAAAAH!" The light didn't go unnoticed by the spider. The wolf still appeared to be able to move, so they were in quite a tight spot. Kitsune looked back and forth between the two monsters, and let out a sigh. So this is what it means to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. He offered a carefree thought, even in this situation. "Good grief, this is the worst. For now, come at me! Finia-chan'll take you guys on!"
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ๅฎฟใซ็€ใ„ใฆใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใƒœใƒผใƒซใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใ€ใใ‚ŒใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซ่จญ็ฝฎใ—ใŸใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใ‚‚้œงๆ•ฃใ—ใฆๆถˆใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใจใ—ใฆ็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฎๆฐ—้…ใŒใพใ ใใ“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’้œงๆ•ฃใ—ใŸ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใงๅฎฟใพใงๆฅใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใถใฃๆฎบใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ‹ใชใใ€‚ ใ‚ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใช......้ขๅ€’ใ ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚โ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ใŠใ‹ใˆใ‚Šใชใ•ใ„โ™กใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œ? ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซๅฑ…ใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใตใตใ†ใตใตใตใ€ใใ‚ใใ‚ๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹้ ƒใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€็ท’ใซๅพ…ใฃใฆใŸใฎโ™ชใ€ ๅฎฟใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅ…ฅใฃใฆๆœ€ๅˆใซๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใƒญใƒณใƒˆ็š„ใช็ฉบ้–“ใซใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚่ค‡ๆ•ฐ่จญ็ฝฎใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใฎไธ€ใคใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ๅˆใฃใฆๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ใ“ใฃใกใซๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹้ ƒใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ›็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใซ่จญ็ฝฎใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใƒœใƒผใƒซใ‚’ๆถˆใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใซๅฐ‘ใ—็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆฐ—้…ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใใฃใจใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†......ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“่‰ฏใ„ๅญใซใ—ใฆใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ—ใฆใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ„?ใ€ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใพใŸๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎๅญใฏ......ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใŸ่จณใ ใ—ใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›้”ใŒๅค–ใซๅ‡บใฆใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใŠๆ˜ผๅฏใ—ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ไฟฏใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ˜ใ‚‚ใ˜ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซไปฃใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ข็™ฝใใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใง่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ้ป’ใ„ใƒฏใƒณใƒ”ใƒผใ‚นใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚€ๆ‰‹ใซใ€ๅŠ›ใŒ็ฑ ใฃใŸใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ“ใจใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใŠๆ˜ผๅฏใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงใชใ‚“ใจใชใๅฏŸใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใญใ—ใ‚‡ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„โ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใใฃใ‹......ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใฃ......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไบˆๆƒณใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้€šใ‚Šใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็‰‡่†ใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใซๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ไฟฏใ„ใŸใพใพๅฐใ•ใ่ฌใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใพใ็ขบใ‹ใซใŠใญใ—ใ‚‡ใฏๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ—ใ€ๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใŠใญใ—ใ‚‡ใฏๅญไพ›ใฎ็”Ÿ็†็พ่ฑกใ ใ—ใ€ใพใ—ใฆใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅƒ•ใฎๅญไพ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๆ€’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใฆไฝ•ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใƒ–ใƒญใƒณใƒ‰ใฎใ‚ตใƒฉใ‚ตใƒฉ้ซชใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใฆๆ’ซใงใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฉใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใณใใฃใจ่‚ฉใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ’ซใงใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใง้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๆ€’ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚็ด ็›ดใซ่ฌใฃใŸใฎใฏๅ‰ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ............ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใใฎใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฏใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใใฎใพใพใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“็ฌ‘้ก”ใง่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใŠใญใ—ใ‚‡ใฏ่จฑใ™ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใ—ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚ˆใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ“ใๅฑใ‚‹ในใใ“ใจใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใชๅƒ•ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ๆ”พ็ฝฎใ—ใŸใพใพ? ๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใ—ใ‚ใ‚ˆใใ“ใฏใ€ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใ‚„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€็งใ‚„ใ‚Šๆ–นๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ ใ€Œๆœฌๅฝ“ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ใซ้€†ๆˆปใ‚Šใ ใช......ใ€ ่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใงๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใ€ใใฎไธŠใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ไบ‹ไปฅๅค–ใฏใจใ“ใจใ‚“ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅฑ…ใŸไธ–็•Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ใฎใ‚’็คพไผšใฎใ‚ดใƒŸใจใ‹ใ‚ฏใ‚บใจใ‹ๅ‘ผใ‚“ใงใŸใชใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅค‰ๆ…‹ใจใ‹ใ‚ซใ‚นใจใ‹่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฃใจๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏ็œŸ้ข็›ฎใงๅฅๅ…จใงใจใฆใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใ„ๅฟƒใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ้’ๅฐ‘ๅนดใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚็ดณๅฃซใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใใ‚Œใฏใ•ใฆใŠใใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠใญใ—ใ‚‡ใฎๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใ‚’ใ—ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚‚ใ‚ทใƒผใƒ„ใ‚‚ๅฎฟใฎ็‰ฉใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚้ง„็›ฎใซใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใใฎๅˆ†ใŠ้‡‘ๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใใ†ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œ? ใงใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ้‡‘ใชใ‚‰ๅˆฅใซใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ€Œใฏใ......ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใชใ......ใ€ ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€็Œฟ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซๅฐ‘ใ—็–ฒใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅญไพ›ใฎใŠไธ–่ฉฑใ‚‚ไป•ไบ‹ใฎๅ†…ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใ€ไฟ่ญท่€…ใจใ—ใฆใฎใญใ€‚ โ—‡ ใใฎ้ ƒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅพฎๅ‹•ใ ใซๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„็Šถๆ…‹ใซใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅ‡ถๆ‚ชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏใจใ„ใ†ใจใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒ้œงๆ•ฃใ—ใฆๆถˆใˆใŸใ“ใจใงๅๆ•ฐๅˆ†็จ‹ใฎ็กฌ็›ดใ‹ใ‚‰่งฃๆ”พใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆŠœใ่บซใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’่‚ฉใซๆ‹…ใ„ใงใ€็ทŠๅผต็Šถๆ…‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่งฃๆ”พใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฎๅฎ‰ๅ ตใงๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใใ€‚ๅๆ•ฐๅˆ†็จ‹ใฎ้–“ใ€ใ„ใค่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„้ป’ใ„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒใ€ๆฐธ้ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๅˆ‡ใฃๅ…ˆใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚็Ÿญใ„ๆ™‚้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใŒใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐไฝ•ๅๆ™‚้–“ใซใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ™‚้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใใŸๅ‡ถๆ‚ชๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใŒใ€ๅˆใ‚ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใŒๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„็Šถๆณใซ้™ฅใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใใฎ็ŠถๆณใงๅฎŸๆ„Ÿใ—ใŸใฎใฏใ€ใ€Žๆญปใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใŒ้ฆ–ใซๅˆƒใ‚’ๆทปใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ€‚็”ŸๆฎบไธŽๅฅชใฎๆจฉ้™ใ‚’ๆกใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใฏ......้šๅˆ†ใจใƒคใƒใ„ ๆๆ€–ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ๅ‘ฝใฎๅ‰Šใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใฎไธญใซ่บซใ‚’็ฝฎใ„ใฆๆˆฆใฃใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ€‚็”ŸๆฎบไธŽๅฅชใฎๆจฉ้™ใ‚’ๆกใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใฏ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆๅˆใ‚ใฆใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅฏงใ‚ใ€ใƒคใƒใ„ๅฅดใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใๆฎบใ—ใŸใใชใฃใŸใ€‚Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใ—ใฆใ€Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็Šฏ็ฝช่€…ใ‚’่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใŸไบบ้–“ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ไบบ้–“ใจใฏ้•ใฃใŸๆญปใฎๆฐ—้…ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ ใ€Œ่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใŒ......ใ“ใ‚Šใ‚ƒไธ€ๅ›žใ”ไธปไบบใ‚ตใƒžใซๅ ฑๅ‘Šใ—ใจใในใใ‹ใญใ‡......ใ‚ใฎๅŒ–ใ‘ใƒขใƒณใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผใŒๅŒใ˜ใๅŒ–ใ‘ใƒขใƒณใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ใญใ‡ใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—......ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅ‘ฝไปค้•ๅใ™ใฃใจ้ฆ–่ผช็ท ใพใฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ......้ขๅ€’ใใ›ใ‡ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Š่€ƒใˆไบ‹ใŒๅพ—ๆ„ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆˆฆใ„ใฎไธญใง้ฆฌ้นฟใฟใŸใ„ใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ใ—ใ‹่„ณใฎใชใ„็”ทใ ใ€‚็ญ–ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€็ฝ ใŒๅผตใ‚Šๅทกใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚ŒใฐๅŠ›ใงๅผท็กฌ็ช็ ดใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฎไบบ้–“ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ้ฆฌ้นฟๆญฃ็›ดใ€็Œช็ช็Œ›้€ฒใจ่จ€ใˆใฐ่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใฏๆ‚ชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅ‰ฃไธ€ใคใ ใ‘ใงๅไฝ™ๅนดใฎไบบ็”Ÿใ‚’ๆˆฆใ„ใฎไธญใง็”ŸใๆŠœใ„ใฆใใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‡„ใ„ใ“ใจใซใฏๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚Šใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใพใšใฏไธ€ๆ—ฆๅธฐใ‚Šใพใ™ใ‹โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆฌกใฏๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠๅ›žใฏไธ€ๆ—ฆ้€€ใใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ€‚้›‡็”จไธปใฎใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๆŒ‡็คบใ‚’ไปฐใๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๅ˜†ๆฏใ—ใฆใ€่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใใ€ๆฎบใ—็”ฒๆ–ใŒใญใ‡ใจใ‹่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใฉ......ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใญใ‡ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฎ......ๆฅตไธŠใฎๅพก้ฆณ่ตฐใ ใœใ‚ใ‚Šใ‚ƒใ‚......ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒƒ! ใ‚ฏใƒใƒใƒใƒใƒƒ!ใ€ ไธๆ•ตใซ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็‹‚ๆฐ—ใ‚’็ง˜ใ‚ใŸ็žณใงๆญฉใๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฝผใฎๅงฟใŒๆถˆใˆใŸใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ไบบๆ‰•ใ„ใŒ่งฃ้™คใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๆ™ฎๆฎตใฎไบบ้€šใ‚ŠใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใฅใคๆˆปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ไธ€ๆ–นใใฎ้ ƒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใŒๅฏพๅณ™ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ใพใŸๆˆฆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่ก—ใซ่จญ็ฝฎใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็ฐกๆ˜“ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใฆไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ€่ก—ใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใฆ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅ—ใ‘ใŸไพ้ ผใฏใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”็ฃใฎ่จŽไผใ€‚ๆœชใ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใฃใฆใพใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฏใ€Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚ฎใƒช้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใŒๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซใ€ใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใซใชใฃใฆใ•ใˆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผไพ้ ผใงใ‚ใ‚‹Fใ‹ใ‚‰Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใพใงใฎไพ้ ผใฏใฉใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒ่จŽไผๅฏพ่ฑกใซๅซใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซ็„ก็†ใ ใŒใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒๅ—ใ‘ใŸใฎใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไธ€ใคไธŠใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไพ้ ผใ ใ€‚ ่จŽไผๅฏพ่ฑกใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”็ฃใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸDใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็›ธๅฝ“ใฎไบœ็จฎใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้€šๅธธ็จฎใ€Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็›ธๅฝ“ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใใฎไฝ“่บฏใ‚‚ไบœ็จฎใ‚ˆใ‚ŠไบŒๅ›žใ‚Š็จ‹ๅฐใ•ใ„ใ€‚ ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซไธ‰ไฝ“ใง่กŒๅ‹•ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใŒใ€ไบœ็จฎใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆ ผๆฎตใซๆฅฝใช็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......ใฏใ......็–ฒใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ......ใ€ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‚ๆ—ขใซไบŒไฝ“ใฎ็Œฟใ‚’่จŽไผใ—ใ€ๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ใฏๆ‰‹่ฒ ใ„ใฎ็Œฟไธ€ไฝ“ใ ใ‘ใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธก่€…ใจใ‚‚็–ฒๅผŠใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ็–ฒๅŠดใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงๅคงใ—ใฆ่ฒ ๅ‚ทใ—ใฆใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€็Œฟใฎๆ–นใฏ่…•ใ‚’ไธ€ๆœฌๅˆ‡ใ‚Š่ฝใจใ•ใ‚ŒใŸไธŠใซใ€่บซไฝ“ไธญใซใ‚‚ๆ•ฐๅคšใๅˆ€ๅ‚ทใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใกใ‚‰ใŒๅ„ชๅ‹ขใชใฎใ‹ใฏๆ˜Ž็™ฝใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒซใƒซใƒซใƒซใƒซ......!!ใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใพใ......ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅ‰ใฎ็งใชใ‚‰ๆˆฆใ†ใ“ใจ่‡ชไฝ“ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ—......ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‚ๆˆ้•ทใฎ็–ฒๅŠดใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐๅฟƒๅœฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆฐดๅนณใซๆง‹ใˆใฆใ€็Œฟใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅŠ่บซใซใชใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็‰น็ญ†ใ—ใฆ็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚„ๆŠ€ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใฏใชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆŒใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸ่€…ใ ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใŸใ ใŸใ ็„กๆˆ‘ๅคขไธญใซๅทฑใฎ่บซใ‚’็ ”้‘ฝใ—ใŸ็ตๆžœใ€ๆ–ฐใŸใชๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ—ใŸ่€…ใ€‚้จŽๅฃซใซใชใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ€ใใฎๅ‰ฃใฏๅฝผๅฅณใŒ็„กๆ„่ญ˜ใซๅถ็„ถ็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใŸๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ซใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใซ็‰นๅŒ–ใ—ใŸๅ‰ฃ่ก“ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒซใ‚ก!!ใ€ ใ€Œๆฅใ„......็งใฏใŠๅ‰ใ‚’ๆ–ฌใฃใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใ‚‹......!!ใ€ ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่นดใ‚Šใ€้ฃ›ใณๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹็Œฟใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใฎๆฐดๅนณใซๆง‹ใˆใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ•ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€Žๅ…ˆ่ฆ‹ใฎ้ญ”็œผใ€ใŒใชใใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฃœใฃใฆไฝ™ใ‚Šใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆ ผไธŠใฎๅ‹•ใใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใŸใ€‚็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚’็ฉใ‚“ใงใใŸใ€‚ๅทฑใ‚’็ ”้‘ฝใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๅนพ็™พใ€ๅนพๅƒใจๆ•—ๅŒ—ใ—ใ€่พ›้…ธใ‚’่ˆใ‚ใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๅด–ใฃใทใกใซใพใง่ฟฝใ„่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๅฝผๅฅณใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ๅ›žใฎๅ‹ๅˆฉใ‚’ใ€ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚่ฉฐใ‚“ใงใ„ใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒซใ‚กใ‚กใ‚กใ‚ขใ‚ขใ‚ขโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ฐใƒใ‚กใƒƒใƒƒ......!!ใ€ ใ€Œใพใšใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•......ไธ€ๅ‹!ใ€ ้ฃ›ใณๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใŸ็Œฟใฎๆ‹ณใ‚’็ด™ไธ€้‡ใง่บฑใ—ใ€ใใ—ใฆๆ‡ใซๆฝœใ‚Š่พผใ‚€ๆง˜ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Šใ€ๆฐดๅนณใซๆง‹ใˆใŸๅˆƒใ‚’็Œฟใฎ้ฆ–ใธใจๆทปใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚็Œฟใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใจๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚ŠๆŠœใๅ‹ขใ„ใ€ไบŒใคใฎใถใคใ‹ใ‚Šๅˆใ†ๅ‹ขใ„ใŒ็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ™ๅŠ›ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ็Œฟใฎ้ฆ–ใ‚’โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅˆŽใญใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......ใฏใ......ใ€ ๆฝฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช้Ÿณใจๅ…ฑใซใ€้ฆ–ใฎ็„กใใชใฃใŸ็Œฟใฎ่บซไฝ“ใŒๅœฐ้ขใซ่ฝใกใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ่ก€ใฎไป˜ใ„ใŸๅˆƒใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่ก€ใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใ€้ž˜ใธใจๅŽใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไนฑใ‚ŒใŸๅ‘ผๅธใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ไธ€ไบบใงๆ ผไธŠใซๅˆๅ‹ๅˆฉใ—ใŸไบ‹ๅฎŸใซๅคงใใใ‚ฌใƒƒใƒ„ใƒใƒผใ‚บใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซ......ใพใ ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹......!ใ€ ไธ€ๆญฉใšใคใ ใŒใ€็ขบๅฎŸใซๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๅˆใ‚ใฆๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸ่‡ช่บซใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้–‹ใ„ใฆ่กŒใๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใซใ€ๆญ“ๅ–œใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎใพใพ้จŽๅฃซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใจใ—ใฆ้Žใ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸไธ–็•Œใซใ€่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆ่กŒใๆง˜ใซใ‚‚ๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจใจๆธ‡ๆœ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅผทใ•ใ‚’ๅพ—ใฆใ€ๆ›ดใชใ‚‹ๅผทใ•ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็›ฎๆŒ‡ใ™ใฏ็ˆถใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’่ถŠใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€‚ ๆ›ดใชใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚
"Geez, what a troublesome person" I murmur so while walking toward the inn which I can already see. Of course, while still bouncing the ball. Well, if I have to explain what I did to that murderer, Reis, it's actually quite a simple trick. I only deployed the miasma to surround myself and Reis in dome-shape, thus blocked his view. Since light couldn't enter, until his eyes got used to it, he wouldn't be able to see my presence. Since I could sense the surrounding with ease using the miasma, I could still move properly even when I couldn't see, thus I simply passed by the standing still Reis. After that, to make sure that he wouldn't come after me, until they were out of my range of control, I left several dark knives in his surroundings. Well, thanks to that monkey the amount of my miasma had increased so I somehow managed to do that, though. "Well then, I'm-- hmm? ... huh?" Upon arriving at the inn, I disperse the ball, and at the same time I can feel that the knives I left around Reis have also dispersed and are returning to me. Simultaneously, the returning miasma are also telling me that Reis' presence is still in that place. What should I do if he decides to come to the inn later, I wonder? Should I ask Leila-chan to kill him? Ah, but that way LeiLa-chan's level will increase instead... that'd also be troublesome in its own way. "Ah Kitsune-kun, welcome back." "Huh? You aren't in the room?" "Uhhufufufufu, I thought it's about time you come back so we decided to wait here together." When I enter the inn, the first ones I see are unexpectedly Leila-chan and Niko-chan who are waiting at the entrance area. They're seated facing each other on one of the several installed tables. When they see my figure, they both came to me. Leila-chan said that she thought it's about time I come back, but most likely she sensed my presence through her miasma around the entrance. When I dispersed my miasma ball, I somehow sensed another miasma around after all, so most likely that's the case. "I see ... Niko-chan, did you become a good girl?" "I did." "Ahaha, what did you do?" Nico's telling yet another lie. Just what on earth did this girl do?... Leila-chan was also with her so it's kinda scary. "While you were away, we were only taking a nap, right?" "Yes." Instead of the fidgety and facing down Niko-chan, Leila-chan gives me an explanation while making a very amused expression. I can tell from how tight Niko-chan grabbing Leila-chan's black dress. It'll be either something embarrassing, or something that'll make her scolded, but I do not know which. But, I can tell that they really did have a nap. "It seems like she wet the bed" "Hmmm.... I see ... Niko-chan." "... I'm sorry." Since Leila-chan explains the situation just as I expected, I stand up on one knee to match the height of Niko-chan's sight. Perhaps thinking that she'll get scolded, Niko-chan keeps hanging her head downward while quietly apologizing. Well bed wetting is indeed embarrassing, and it may also get her scolded. However bed wetting is like a physiological phenomenon for children, and since Niko-chan isn't even my child, there's no reason to get angry at her. Putting my hand on Nicko-chan's silky blonde hair, I lightly stroke it. Perhaps thinking that I'll hit her, in surprise her shoulders shiver for a moment, but noticing that I'm just stroking her, she slightly raises her face with a slightly confused expression. "It's all right, because I'm not angry, okay? Or rather, it's great that you properly apologize." "...yes." "Leila, what happened to the bed?" "Huh? I left it as it was!" "Yeah, that's not something to say with a smile, alright?" I can forgive the bed-wetting case, but you didn't even clean it huh, Leila-chan? I think she's the one I should scold here. "Then it's still as it was? You should've at least cleaned it." "Eh, but I don't even know how to do it." "Really, please return back to the you a while ago..." Self-centered, egoist, moreover she won't do anything she doesn't want to. In my former world, such people were called something like social trash or scum. I was also called as a pervert or scum, but I am sure that was only a misunderstanding. Because I've been a diligent and proper young man with a very gentle heart, after all. Because I am a gentleman. But well, leaving that aside, I have to clean up Niko-chan's bed-wetting. Both the bed and the sheet are the inn's properties, after all. If they're already beyond help then I guess I have no choice but to reimburse them with money. Huh? But if it's Leila-chan's money then it should be fine, right? "Haa... It can't be helped..." Well then, I'm a bit tired after fighting the monkey, but taking care of the children is also part of my job. Not as an adventurer, but as a guardian. * At the same time, the heinous murderer who was left in a state where it was impossible to move with numerous black knives surrounding him, after about ten minutes passed the miasma knives finally dispersed. Resting his sword on his shoulder, he heaved out a sigh of relief for being released from that strenuous situation. For a dozen or so minutes, the black knives, which he didn't knows when they might rush toward him, were always turning their edges toward him. It might have been a short time, but for Reis it felt like tens of hours. The heinous murderer who had killed numerous people, for the first time fell into a situation where he might get himself killed. During those moments, he felt that "death" itself was putting a blade on his neck. It felt as though his life and death was based on its whim. "This is ... ... looks like we've laid our hands on quite a dangerous fellow, huh." There was no fear. It was because he was prepared to fight while putting his life on the line anytime. It was indeed the first time that his life was within other's grasp, but it still wouldn't stop his urge to kill. Rather, because the opponent was such a dangerous person, he wanted to kill him more. H rank adventurer who cornered S rank criminal. And a monster (weakling) who unlike humans possessed the presence of death. "I can chase after him, but... perhaps it'd be better to report it to master first... It's not impossible that that monster's party members are similarly monsters, after all ... if I by any chance violate the order then this choker will strangle me to death, after all ... what a hassle." Reis wasn't very good at guess-working. He was a man whose brain filled with nothing but how to swing his sword in battle like an idiot. He also wasn't good at planning, even if he knew that traps were awaiting him, he was the type of person who'd break through them with force. Calling him idiot or foolhardy might be a bit too much, but since he still had undoubtedly survived after fighting with his life on the line for more than ten years with only a single sword, it didn't change the fact that he was amazing. "Well, I guess I'll return first... let's just kill him next time." However, this time Reis decided to retreat. He judged that it was necessary to ask for Duke Orba's order as he was his master. Sighing, he turned around. "Well, I called it death battle, but... that's not it ... It'll be a superb feast... Kuhaha! Kuhahahaha!" Laughing fearlessly, he walked away with his eyes filled with madness. And then, at the same time he disappeared, the area clearance was released, and the usual lively street was returning little by little. * * * Meanwhile, when Kitsune and Reis were confronting each other, Trisha was also undergoing a fight. Receiving a request at a quasi-guild established in the city, she headed outside the town and was swinging her sword against demonic beasts. The requests she received was a subjugation of E rank monsters. She only became an adventurer recently so she was still of F rank. It was rank which was barely able to receive demonic beast subjugation requests. By the way, as far as rank went, magical beast subjugation request of F to D rank could be accepted just by anyone. However it was different for C rank request or above since among them there were also demon subjugation requests. What Trisha accepted was a request one rank higher than hers, an E rank request. The subjugation targets were-- three crazy monkeys which were E rank demonic beasts. Unlike the variant that equivalent to rank D, which Kitsune faced, the ones she was facing were the common types, demons equivalent to the rank E, their bodies were also smaller than the variant by two times . Instead, they were moving in a group of three, it should be much easier than facing the variant. "Haa... Haah... Haah ... I am tired...." Moreover, she had already killed two monkeys, and the remaining one was also already wounded. Although both were exhausted, Trisha was only exhausted and had not been injured so much, as for the monkey, not just one of its arms was cut off, numerous injuries were all over its body. It was obvious which one was superior. "Gurururururu ... ...!" "But well ... if it was the me from a while ago, I might be unable to even simply fight them ... if this is the fatigue of growth then it's actually pretty comfortable." Holding the sword horizontally, Trisha leaned her body toward the monkey. She possessed neither special skill nor technique-- No, it was more like she couldn't use it. But then, after solely and diligently training her sword path, she eventually discovered a new possibility. An adventurer who could not become a knight, that sword was a swords art which she created unintentionally by chance, a sword art specialized at counters. "Gurua!!" "Come... I will kill you and become stronger ... ...!" Looking at the monkey that kicked the ground and charger her way, Trisha didn't move her horizontally positioned sword at all. Even without 'Demon eye of Foresight', she had other things to compensate that so that even she could see those who were faster than her. Experiences she had accumulated. Her continuous diligent training. It was exactly because she had lost hundreds or even thousands times, danced with hardship, and was cornered to the edge, for the sake for a single victory, she'd keep on moving forward "Guruaaa --- Guughha ...!!" "First off --- ... one win!" Dodging the monkey's fist by paper-thin gap, she entered into its chest area, and finally thrust her horizontally positioned sword to its neck. With the monkey's momentum and the thrust sword's momentum, with the force that was created by the two colliding momentum, Trisha successfully had the monkey's neck -- severed. "Haa... Haa... Haa...." Along with a collapsing sound, the monkey's body that had lost its head fell to the ground. Then, Trisha swung her bloody sword to clear the blood, and then put it back in its sheath. While calming her chaotic breathing, she made a big gut pose on the fact that she had won her first victory on her own. "It's okay... I can still become even stronger...!" Although it was only one step at a time, without a doubt she was becoming stronger. Sensing for the first time the opening of a new possibility for herself, Trisha was very happy. The world which was impossible for her to see had she stayed as a knight apprentice, she felt that she was one step closer to it. And then she craved for more. By gaining a new power, she sought for another ones. Her aim was to surpass her father's back. Pursuing another possibilities, she'd surely become stronger.
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ๅ›ฐใฃใŸใชใใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎ่†ใฎไธŠใงใ™ใ‚„ใ™ใ‚„ใจ็œ ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไธ€ไบบใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆ˜ผ้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅค‰ใ ๅค‰ใ ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸๅค‰ๅŒ–ใฏไปŠๆ€ใˆใฐ้šๅˆ†ใจไบบ้–“ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ขบไฟกใ—ใŸใฎใฏไปŠใ•ใฃใใฎใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ ใƒ‰ใ‚ญใƒ‰ใ‚ญใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจ้ ญใŒ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใซใชใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‰ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฌ็ด”็ฒ‹ใชไน™ๅฅณๅฟƒใ€‚ๆญฃ็›ด้ฉšใใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไปŠใพใงๆฌฒๆœ›ใฎใพใพใซๅฅฝใๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใช่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใฃใŸไบ‹ๆ…‹ใซๅ…็–ซใŒใชใ„ใ€‚ ไบบใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹ใฎใซ่จฑๅฏใชใ‚“ใฆๅ–ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๅฅฝใใชใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฅฝใใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ไปŠใฎ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅฅฝใใจใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆŒใฆไฝ™ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ไปŠใพใงใŸใ ้ฃŸในใ‚‹ๅฏพ่ฑกใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸไบบ้–“ใฎ็ญˆใ ใฃใŸๅƒ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซใจใฃใฆใฏๅคงใใชๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ๆ€ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใซใ—ใฆใใŸใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๆฌฒๆœ›ใฎๅกŠใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’็„ก่‡ช่ฆšใซ้ญ…ไบ†ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎ ไฝฟๅพ’ใซๆ€ฏใˆใŸๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใฆ่ญทใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅƒ•ใŒๅฅฝใใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆœ€ๅˆใฏใŸใ ใฎใŠๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Šใฎ้ฃŸๆใงใ€ๆฎตใ€…ใจใใฎๅฅฝใใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆฅใฎๅฅฝใใซๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใ€ไฝฟๅพ’ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฎไธ€ๆˆฆใงใใฎๅฅฝใใŒๅ…จ้ƒจโ€•โ€•โ€•ๆ‹ๆ„›ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใซๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅƒ•ใŒใ€ๆฌฒๆœ›ใฎๅกŠใ ใฃใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฎ ใ€Œๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ€ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ไบบใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใซใฏ็จ‹้ ใ„ใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€็ด”็ฒ‹ใซๅƒ•ใ‚’ๆ…•ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€็ด ็›ดใซๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅƒ•ใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฑบใ—ใฆๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅ…ƒใ€…ๅƒ•ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ใŠไธ–่พžใซใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ไบบ้–“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ไบบใซๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ ใจใ‚‚ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆปใใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ไบบใฎไบ‹ใ‚’ๅ‚ทไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ—ใ€ไบบใซๅ„ชใ—ใใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆๆฌ ็‰‡็จ‹ใซใ‚‚ๆ€ใˆใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆ็„ถใ‚‹ในใไบบ้–“ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€็š†ใใ‚“ใชๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฅฝใใ ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚่ฆชใซใ‚‚ๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ‹ไบบใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ€ๅ‘ณๆ–นใ‚‚ไธ€ไบบใ ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใฎๆ‚ชใ„ๅƒ•ใซใ€ๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๆ•ฐๅฐ‘ใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚“ใชใซๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใ‚‚ใ€ใ„ใคใฎ้–“ใซใ‹ไปฒ้–“ใซใชใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใญใ€ ใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅซŒๆ‚ชใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏๅฅฝใใซใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ไปฒ้–“ใ‚„ๅ‹ไบบ็š„ใชๆ„ๅ‘ณใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ไปŠใฎๆ‰€ๅƒ•ใซใฏๅฝผๅฅณใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ‹ๆ„›ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใพใไปŠใพใงใšใฃใจ้ฃŸในใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆๅซŒๆ‚ชใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใˆใฐไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎไปถใฏไฟ็•™ใ ใ€‚ ๆœ€ไฝŽใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ€ๅ…ˆๅปถใฐใ—ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่จฑใ›ใชใ„ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ‹ๅฟƒใ‚’ไฟ็•™ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณ่‡ช่บซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใŒๆ‹ใ ใจ่‡ช่ฆšใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝผๅฅณใจใฎไป˜ใๅˆใ„ๆ–นใซใฏใ€่€ƒใˆ็›ดใ™ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใฃใจๅƒ•ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ‚ˆใ‚Šไปฒ่‰ฏใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‰่จ€ๆ’คๅ›žใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่†ใซไน—ใ›ใŸใพใพใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใฆ็œ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็ฟŒๆœ็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅƒ•ใซๆŠฑใไป˜ใ„ใฆ้ ญใ‚’ใใ‚Šใใ‚Šใจๆ“ฆใ‚Šใคใ‘ใฆใใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใซใธใ‚‰ใ€ใจใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆๆบœใพใฃใŸๆฌฒๆฑ‚ไธๆบ€ใ‚’่งฃๆถˆใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ€ๅ…จๅŠ›ใง็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆœใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคœใฎ็™บๆƒ…ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ ใซ็ชๅ…ฅใจใ‹ๆญขใ‚ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆŠ˜่ง’ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใธใฎ่ฉ•ไพกใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸใฎใซใ€ไธ€ๆฐ—ใซๆšด่ฝใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ใฏใใ€้›ขใ‚Œใ‚็™บๆƒ…้ญ”ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚ใ‚“ใฃโ™ช ใใคใญๅ›ใฎใ‚คใ‚ธใƒฏใƒซใ…......ๅคงๅฅฝใใƒโ™กใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅ‰ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็ฉๆฅต็š„ใชๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฐ—ใฎใ›ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ๆฌฒๆฑ‚ใŒๆบœใพใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰็ˆ†็™บใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅฟƒใชใ—ใ‹ๆŠฑใ็ท ใ‚ใ‚‹่…•ใซๅŠ›ใŒ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚„่จ€่‘‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใฎไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆฐ—ใฎใ›ใ„ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใฏใ„ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸ......ใปใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฉใ„ใฆใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•?ใ€ ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰็ซ‹ใกใ‚ใŒใฃใฆใ€ใใ„ใฃใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ™ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธŠใซๅฅณใฎๅญๅบงใ‚Šใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅ‘ผใณๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ้ก”ใ ใ‘ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใฏใฉใ“ใธใ‚„ใ‚‰โ€•โ€•โ€•ใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฏๆ„›ใ„็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€้ก”ใ‚’็œŸใฃ่ตคใซใ—ใฆ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใฃโ™ช ๅคงๅฅฝใโ™กใ€ ใใ‚“ใช็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใใชใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎๅคฉ็„ถไน™ๅฅณ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚ใ€‚็™บๆƒ…ใ—ใŸ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ไธ€่นดใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€‚ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใชใใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฉใ†่‡ดใ—ใพใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฏใ€ๆ–‡ๅฅใ‚„ไธๆบ€ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆ™ฎ้€šใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใง่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฃใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใŠใ„ใŸๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’่บซใซ็บใ„ใ€ๆœชใ ใซๅผ•ใฃไป˜ใ„ใŸใพใพใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅญไพ›ใ€ๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸ้ ƒใฎใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใ€Š่กฐๅผฑใ€‹ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็›ฎใ‚’่ฆšใพใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใใคใญๅ›ใใคใญๅ›ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ? 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ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใฎๅค•ๆ–นๅฝ“ใŸใ‚ŠใซๆŠผใ—ใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจๅฏใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰......ๅŠๆ—ฅไปฅไธŠๅฏใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎ? ๅฎŸใฏ่ตทใใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€......ใพใๅฏ่ฟ”ใ‚Šใ‚„ๅฏ่จ€ใฏ่‰ฏใใ‚ใฃใŸใŒ......ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅญไพ›ใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‡„ใๅฎ‰ใ‚‰ใ‹ใซ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๅ˜˜ใŒๅซŒใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ! ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใฎๅญๅฏใŸใตใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใช? ็‹™ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใช? ่ฅฒใ†ใž? ๅƒ•็ตๆง‹ๅฎˆๅ‚™็ฏ„ๅ›ฒๅบƒใ„ใž? ใ€Œ่ตทใใŸ่ตทใใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฃ......ใฏใฏใฃ......ใฏใ......ใ€ ๅญไพ›ใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Šๅๅ‰ใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ™ใใฃใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸใ‚‰่ตทใใŸใฎใงใ€่ฆณๅฟตใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ˜ใจใฃใจใ—ใŸ็›ฎใงๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใชใใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ๅนพใคใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏ4ๆญณไฝใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€4ๆญณใฃใฆใใ“ใใ“ๅ–‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ๆˆ้•ทใ™ใ‚‹ใจๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ™‚ๆœŸใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไธ€ไธๅ‰ใซ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅพฎ็ฌ‘ใพใ—ใ„ๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใฏใ‚ˆใ†ใŠๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅๅ‰ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใƒ‰ใ‚ฐใƒชใ‚ฒใ‚นใƒŸใƒณใƒŸใƒณใ€ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ๅใใชใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงๅๅ‰็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ......ใ€ ใ“ใฎๅญๅฏๆ„›ใ„้ก”ใ—ใฆใจใ‚“ใ ๅ˜˜ๅใใ ใ€‚่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใ‚‚้ซ˜ใ„ใ—ใ€ๅ˜˜ๅใใ ใ—ใ€ใ“ใฎๅญ็ตถๅฏพๅฐ†ๆฅ่‹ฆๅŠดใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚็‹ผๅฐ‘ๅนด็š„ใชๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ€‚ๅฎนๅงฟใซๆตใพใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใŒๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎๅนธใ›ใ ใฃใŸใญใ€‚ ใ‚ธใƒˆ็œผใง่ฆ‹ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใใ‚„ใ€้ฉšใ„ใŸๅฃฐ้Ÿณใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ‚ธใƒˆ็œผใฎใพใพใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใƒ‡ใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒซใƒˆใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ”็ชใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ›ใซ่žใใŸใ„ไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ญ”ใˆใฆใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œๅ˜˜ๅใใชใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎ......ใ€ ใ“ใฎๅญใ‚‚่กจๆƒ…ไธ€ใคๅค‰ใˆใšใซๅ˜˜ๅใใชใ€‚ใพใๅƒ•ใฏๅ˜˜ใ‚’ๅใใฎใ‚‚ๅใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๅซŒใ„ใ ใ—ใ€ๅฟƒ็†ๅญฆ้–ข้€ฃใฎๆœฌใ‚‚่ชญใ‚“ใง่‰ฒใ€…็‰น่จ“ใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ™ฎ้€šใซ่ฆ‹็ ดใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ใ€Žใƒกใƒณใ‚ฟใƒชใ‚บใƒ ใฎkituneใ€ใจๅไน—ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ“ใฎๆ–นๅ˜˜ใชใ‚“ใฆๅใ„ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›ใใ‚Œใฏ็งใงใ‚‚ๅ˜˜ใ ใฃใฆๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€็งใ‚‚ๅ˜˜ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใฆๅฅดใ‚‰ใ ใ€ไปฒ้–“ใ‚’ๅ˜˜ๅใๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใฆ้…ทใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใฎๅญใฎๅ˜˜ใ‚’่ฆ‹็ ดใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅ˜˜ใ‚’่ฆ‹็ ดใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใ„ใฆ......ๅ›ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใง็ŸฅใฃใŸใ€ๅ˜˜ใฏ้€š็”จใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญฃ็›ดใซ็ญ”ใˆใฆใญใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใ„......ใพใšไธ€ใคใ€ๅ›ใ‚’่ƒŒ่ฒ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้ซญใฎใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅ›ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€็งใฎใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใชใ‚“ใงๅ›ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅ›ใ‚’ๅƒ•ใซ้ ใ‘ใŸใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใŠ้‡‘ใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰?ใ€ ใใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใซๅฟ…ๆญปใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใงๅƒ•ใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้ ใ‘ใŸๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€้คŠ่‚ฒ่ฒปใŒใชใ„ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใŠ้‡‘ใŒใชใ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใพใŸๅˆฅใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ ไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€ๅ€Ÿ้‡‘ใจใ‹ใ€ๅฎถ่ณƒๆœชๆ‰•ใ„ใจใ‹ใ€็จŽ้‡‘ๆœช็ดใจใ‹ใ€ใพใ่‰ฒใ€…ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไธ€็•ชๅฆฅๅฝ“ใชใฎใฏๅ€Ÿ้‡‘ใจ็จŽ้‡‘ๆœช็ดใจใ‹ใ‹ใชใ€ๅฎถ่ณƒๆœชๆ‰•ใ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใชใ‚‰ๅญไพ›ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆ”พใ™ๆ„ๅ‘ณใฏ็„กใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ๆ€ใ†? ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒๅฐ‘ใชใ™ใŽใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฝ•ใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ„ใŒ......้‡‘็ตกใฟใชใ‚‰ใฐ็จŽ้‡‘ใฎๆœช็ดใŒไธ€็•ชๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ€ ใ€Œใใฎ็†็”ฑใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็จŽ้‡‘ๆœช็ดใฏใใ“ใซไฝใพใ†่€…ใฎ็พฉๅ‹™ใ‚’ๆžœใŸใ›ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใงใ€ๅ›ฝใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅŽณใ—ใ„ๅ‡ฆ็ฝฐใŒๅŠ ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใฏๅŽณ้‡ๆณจๆ„ใŒใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŒใ€้•ทใ„้–“ๆ‰•ใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ๅ ดๅˆใ‚„ใ€ๆ”ฏๆ‰•ใ„ใฎใ‚ขใƒ†ใŒใชใ„ๅ ดๅˆใฏๅ‡ฆ็ฝฐใฎๅฏพ่ฑกใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅŽณใ—ใ„ๆ‰€ใ ใจๆญปๅˆ‘ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๅฅด้šท่ฝใกใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚็ใ—ใใชใ„ใ€ ใจใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฏๆœชใ ้€ƒไบกไธญใ‹ใ€ๆ•ใพใฃใฆใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎ่ฆๅ‰‡ใซๅ‰‡ใฃใฆใ“ใฎ่ก—ใงใ‚‚ๅ‡ฆ็ฝฐใŒๅŠ ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใพใใพใ ็จŽ้‡‘ๆœช็ดใง็ขบๅฎšใ—ใŸ่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎ่ก—ใงใฏใฉใ‚Œใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎ็จŽ็Ž‡ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใฏ่ปไบ‹ๅ›ฝๅฎถใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅพด็จŽใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹้‡‘้กใฏไป–ๅ›ฝใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅนพๅˆ†้ซ˜ใ„ใจ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......้ขๅ€’่‡ญใ„ใ‚“ใ ใญใ‡ใ€ ใ•ใฆใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใŒไปŠใ‚‚ใพใ ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅฐ‘ใ—็–‘ๅ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ˜˜ๅใๅจ˜ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ„ใ—ใ€ใชใซใ‚ˆใ‚Š่ฆชใŒใ„ใชใใชใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏไธญใ€…็ตŒ้จ“ใ•ใ›ใŸใใชใ„ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้šๅˆ†่ฝใก็€ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใชใ€‚ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใ„ใชใ„ใฎใซ่‚ใŒๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๆทกๆณŠใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใซไผšใ„ใŸใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œไผšใ„ใŸใใชใ„ใ€ ไผšใ„ใŸใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๅ˜˜ๅใใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใพใใ€ใพใšใฏใ“ใฎๅญใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅฎ‰ๅฆใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚
It's kinda troubling. Looking at Leila-chan who's soundly sleeping on my lap, I mumble so. Since this noon, I've been thinking that she's acting strangely, but now that I think about it, this change actually had turned her into more human-like. The most definitive proof is what happened just now, seems like I've infected "Love" to her, the S rank demon, the virus demon "Red Night". Heart skipping a beat, hazy feeling, falling into panic when in touch with me, such maiden's feelings that are very unlike her. Honestly speaking, it kinda surprised me. Perhaps, since she'd been acting as she pleased simply following her own craving thus far, she isn't accustomed with such feelings. She never asked for permission to eat people after all, and exactly because she'd always been doing anything as she pleased, I think she ought to be bewildered by her current state where she couldn't do things she wants to. I think she doesn't know the emotion named love. I who once was supposed to be merely her prey for her, perhaps I've turned into a great existence to her. That's all I can think about from the time I spent with her. When she was just an A rank of lump of desire, I unconsciously fascinated her, us the greatest meal (prey). When she was frightened by the apostle, I put my life on the line to protect her. I think, that's when she fell in love with me. At first I was just a prey she's interested at, but gradually that interest turned into something else, and in the battle with apostle-chan, all of those interest... turned into love. ...I changed her whole (heart). "Am I happy, I wonder? Yeah, I think I am. To be loved by someone, that was something far off for me, after all." Perhaps that's why, her word about how she genuinely yearned for me, it made me happy. After all, that's something that has never happened ever since I was born. I'm fully aware that I'm not a good person from every perspective. And I've never thought the possibility of being liked by someone. That's because I'm crooked, I tend to hurt other, I'm creepy, and I have no a shred of thought about to be kind to other. Or rather, I think I'm wholefully a hateful person. And yet, be it Shiori-chan, Leila-chan, and Finia-chan, they said they like such me. I was abandoned by my own parent, I had no friend, I even also had no ally whatsoever, for such hateful me, they were the only few people who would accept me. That's why I can't help myself but to feel happy about it. "You, before I noticed it you've already become one of us, huh." She's a stalker and also hateful, but if she keeps being the way who she is, I think I might come to also like her a bit. As far as I'm concerned, currently I don't see her in such light. Well, perhaps that's only because I've been on guard on her for the possibility that she might eat me anytime, though. That's why, I should put this case on hold for now. Call me sucker or whatever, I'm sure there are people who hate delaying such a thing, after all. Nevertheless, I'm going to hold her love for the time being. Even she herself, seems like she doesn't aware that that feeling is love, after all. However, I think I need to reconsider my way of dealing with her from now on. I'm sure we could get along better that way, or so I thought. --I take it all back. However, when I wake up the next morning, I notice Leila-chan is hugging my body and rubbing her head against it. With drool and loose smile all over her bright red face, it seems like the accumulated desire she has finally explodes at once, Leila-chan is in full-blown lustful mode. I hope she won't be in this state all the way to the night's lustful period. Just when her impression had slightly increased yesterday, now it all falls rock bottom once again. "...*sigh*, go away, you damn lustful demon." "Ahn~, Kitsune-kun you meanie~... I love you~" Somehow, it feels as if she becomes more assertive but, is it just my imagination? Nah, perhaps that's only because the accumulated desire she has from these past few days. I can feel her arms, which are around me, are slightly tighter that usual after all. I can distinctly feel something aside from lust from her expression and words but, perhaps that's just my imagination. "Yeah yeah, I got it, I got it... come on, Leila-chan, move aside." "What is it?" When I get off the bed and stretch my body, she calls out to me while sitting in girlish sit way atop the bed. When I turn only my face toward her, I'm greeted not by her usual loose smile, but a very cute smile on her bright red face. "--thank you, I love you." Facing such smile, I'm rendered speechless. You damn airheaded demon girl. If you were showing your usual loose smile there, I would've definitely shot you down then and there already but... can't be helped then. She sure is childish, selfish, and also wilful, but as far as I'm concerned, limited only to her smile, I don't hate it. "Haa... you're welcome, Leila-chan." That's why, rather than complain or dissatisfaction, I answer her with such normal words. * * * After that, after putting my gakuran; that I hung on the wall; on, I leave the room and go to Rishe-chan's room, while still having Leila-chan clinging to me. "Say, Kitsune-kun, Kitsune-kun, what are we going to do? That child, are we going to leave her?" "Hmm, I have no good memory at all at Grandile Kingdom, so I'm just thinking about giving something back at them." "Ufufu, interesting, very interesting, Kitsune-kun, it's so thrilling." She's completely returned to the usual her, huh. With such assertive personality, in general she's a good girl for her own good. "Ah, will you return to the you of yesterday I wonder... or rather, why are you so clingy like this?" Now that I think about it, the meek Leila-chan sure was creepy but she was a good girl. I think she was more approachable that this kind of Leila-chan. "If I do this the haziness will disappear. It's fine, right? You don't mind, do you? Because I love you so much, after all." Oh, I see. It's been quite a while since the last time a heard this phrase, it feels as if it's become her catch phrase. Even the smile is so like her. When I knock the door, I hear Rishe-chan's answer from inside so we enter the room. "Morning, Kitsune, Leila." "Morning, Rishe-chan." "Morning... what's your name again?" "...it's Trisha, but like Kitsune, you can just call me Rishe. Or rather, recently I started to ponder that perhaps my real name was actually Rishe." "Then, good morning, Rishe." Leila-chan never remembers other's name aside from mine and Leila-chan's, after all. I've called Rishe-chan's name quite a time, or rather I even just called her name just now, and yet, to think that she still didn't remember her name, just how insignificant she was to her, I wonder. "How's the child?" "Ah, she's still asleep." "She's still asleep? Since she was asleep ever since she was pushed on us yesterday evening, so... it should've been half a day, right? Could it be she's actually awake?" "Hmm... well, there were times when she turned over and sleep-talking, but...." While chatting like that, I approach the child. She looks like sleeping very peacefully. However, I very hate liar! I can see it, this child is pretending to be asleep. Where should I aim at? What kind of attack should I use? I have quite an amount of repertoire on me, you know? "Oh, wake up, wake up." "Aha... haha... haa...." This child, when I peeked at her status, her name was Niko-chan. She's awake because of tickle, so perhaps to observe the surroundings, she straightens up. She fixatedly stares at me. Her guard sure is high. Or rather, how old is she? Appearance-wise, she looks like around four-year-old, but she is quite a chatter for a four-year-old girl. That's a period that's soon forgotten when one grow, but looking at her cautiousness despite being still such a child, somehow she's quite admirable. "Little miss, can you tell me what your name is?" "...dogriguez minmin." "Don't lie, Niko-chan." "How do you know my name?" She has cute face but she's a liar. Her wariness is high, and also a liar, I think she'll surely be in trouble in the future. For the guys who are led by nose by her, I mean. Born with such good appearance is her sole redeeming feature. Contrary to my expectation, looking at her gaze that isn't fazed despite being shocked herself, I think she isn't especially staring me but that's just her usual gaze. "It may be sudden, but there's something I want to ask you about. So please answer it." "...okay." "Don't ever try to lie." "How do you notice it?" This child could spout lies without even flinching, huh. Well, I hate to lie or being lied to after all, so once upon a time I did a special training by reading several psychology related books, and thanks to that I can pretty much tell between lie and truth with a glance. Should I call it "Kitsune the mentalism" I wonder? "That's because ever since I was born I've never told lie even once, after all." "Kitsune-kun, even I can tell that that's a lie, you know?" "Yeah, I also think that's a lie." "What a rude bunch, to call your own comrade a liar, don't you think that's cruel?" Similarly like how I can see through her lies, seems like she can see through mine as well. Howerver, be that as it may, for Rishe-chan and Leila-chan to call me liar, I think that's cruel. For better or worse, we're comrade after all, so I think they can put their trust on me a bit more. "Well, leaving that aside... I knew your name with my skill, also, lying is futile so please answer my question honestly." "Very well... first question, is that beardie uncle; who carried you back then; your father?" "...yes, he's my papa." "Then, do you know why did he leave you to me?" "...because, we didn't have money?" What does that mean? Looking at his desperate face when he left Niko-chan to me, he didn't look like someone would abandon his child simply because he had no money, could it be there's another meaning behind her words? Like, debt, rent overdue, tax overdue, well something like that. The most likely case is either debt or tax, I think, because there's no meaning in letting go his own child because of rent overdue, after all. "...what do you think?" "The information is so scarce so I'm not too sure myself, but... if it's money-related reason then, I think most likely it's either debt or tax." "The reason?" "Tax is imposed to everyone, so the more people who couldn't pay the tax, the harsher the punishment will be. At first perhaps it'll only be some warning, but if you couldn't pay the tax for a long period of time, if you don't have anything to pay the tax then you will receive punishment from the state. At worst case scenario, it's death penalty, or turning into slave also isn't that rare." That means Niko-chan's father is still a fugitive, huh. If he were caught then most like he'll be punished according to Grandile Kingdom's law. Well, it's still not settled yet that it really is tax overdue, though. "How much is the tax at this town?" "Grandile is military country, so I heard the tax here is considerably higher than at other countries." "Hmm... how troublesome." Well then, what should I do, I wonder? It's still uncertain whether her father is still alive or not, but if he's still alive then I want to return this liar girl; who he pushed onto me; to him, and more importantly, I don't want her to experience losing her parent. Or rather, Niko-chan sure is quite calm. Even though her father is missing, does she not feel anything at all? Or is she just indifferent? "Niko-chan, do you want to meet your father?" "I don't." Looks like she wants to meet him, huh. Liar sure is easy to understand. Well then, seems like we should start with ascertaining her father's safety first, huh.
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ใ•ใฆใ€ๆใ‚‰ใ็งใฎๆ‰€ๅฑžใ™ใ‚‹ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใฎใƒชใƒผใƒ€ใƒผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใฎใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใซๅฎš่ฉ•ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใฎใใคใญใจใ„ใ†็”ทใŒใ€ๅฎฟใธๅธฐใ‚Šใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎใŠใญใ—ใ‚‡ใฎๅพŒๅง‹ๆœซใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้ ƒใฎ่ฉฑใ€‚ ็งใฏEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไพ้ ผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใ€ŽEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”็ฃ ใใ—ใฆๆˆฆ้—˜ใงๆบœใพใฃใŸ็–ฒๅŠดใŒๅ›žๅพฉใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใฏ่ก—ใธใจๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ ฑๅ‘Šใ—ใฆใ€ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚’่ฒฐใŠใ†ใ€‚Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไพ้ ผใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคšๅฐ‘ๅ ฑ้…ฌใ‚‚้ซ˜ใ„ใ€‚ใใคใญใ‚‚้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ ผใพใ‚ŒใŸ้€šใ‚Š็บใพใฃใŸใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’็จผใŒใชใ„ใจใชใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใตใ…ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใช......ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’้ฃŸในใฆใชใ„ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใ ใ€‚ใใคใญใฏใฉใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใจไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏไบ›ใ‹ๅฑ้™บใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใใฎ่พบใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šๅฟƒ้…ใ ใ€‚ ใพใใใคใญใฎ้ ผใฟใ‚’ๆ–ญใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€็„ก็‚บใซใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๅฅดใงใฏใชใ„ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€่‰ฏใใ‚‚ๆ‚ชใใ‚‚ๆฌฒๆœ›ใซๅฟ ๅฎŸใชๅฅดใ ใ€็ขบๅฎŸใช็ขบ่จผใฏๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅธฐใ‚ใ†ใ€ ใใ†ๅ‘Ÿใ„ใฆใ€็งใฏ่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€่ฆ–็•Œใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹่ก—ใธใจ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ‡บใใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•่ƒŒ็ญ‹ใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใŒ่ถณใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€็งใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใฏๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใใพใŸ่ƒŒๅพŒใธใจๆˆปใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸๆๆ€–ใจใ€ไผผใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใใคใญ้”ใจใ€Ž ใใ†ใ€ไธ€็ทšใ‚’่ถŠใˆใ‚Œใฐๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„่„…ๅจใŒ้™ใ‚ŠๆณจใๅฑๆฉŸใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใฏๆญฃใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚็งใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใฎใšใฃใจๅ…ˆใ€่ฑ†็ฒ’ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅฐใ•ใใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ๅ€’ใ—ใŸ็ŒฟใŒๅคง้‡ใซใ€ๅคง็พคใงใ€้ ๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰่ฟซใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆญคๅ‡ฆใธๆฅใ‚‹ใพใงใพใ ๆ™‚้–“ใฏๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใจไธ‰ๅๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ‚ใฎๅคง็พคใฏไธ€็›ด็ทšใซ่ก—ใ‚’่ฅฒใ†็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ€ใฏ......! ไธๅ‘ณใ„......ใƒƒ!?ใ€ ็งใŒ็œผใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ„ใฆใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใฎๅฑ้™บใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใ€่ก—ใฎๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰่ญฆ้˜ใŒ้ณดใ‚Š้Ÿฟใ„ใŸใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่ก—ใซ้…ๅฑžใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅ‘จ่พบ็›ฃ่ฆ–ใฎไบบ้–“ใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ใ‚ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฎๅคง็พคใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆใ‚‰ใใ€ใ™ใใซใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎ่ก—ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚„ใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฟœๆดใ‚’ๅ‘ผใถใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใใฎใ“ใจใซๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฐ—ใ‚’่ฝใกไป˜ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใพใŸ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’้ญ”็ฃใฎๅคง็พคใธใจๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......็Œฟใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใช......็‹ผใซ......ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใซใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใƒŠใ‚คใƒˆ......ใƒƒ! ใชใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฏโ€•โ€•โ€•!?ใ€ ใใฎไธญใซใฏใ€็Œฟใ‚„็‹ผใจใ„ใฃใŸ็ฃ็ณปใฎ้ญ”็ฃ้”ใŒใ€Ž้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๅคง็พคใฎๆˆฆ้—˜ใ‚’่ตฐใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ใ€Ž่ฟฝใ†ๆง˜ใซใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚„ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใƒŠใ‚คใƒˆ้”ใŒ่ตฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅพŒใ‚ใซๆ›ดใซๅคงใใชๅฝฑใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅพŒใ€…่žใ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใคใญใŒๆˆฆใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†็Œฟใฎไบœ็จฎใจๅŒ็ญ‰ใ‹ใใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฎใ€ๅทจๅคงใชใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ€‚ ใŠใŠใ‚ˆใ5mใฏ่ถŠใˆใ‚‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใใฎๅทจๅคงใชใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใŒใ€ๅคงใใ่ท้›ขใŒ็ฉบใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€่บซใฎ็ซฆใ‚€ๆง˜ใชๅœงๅ€’็š„ๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ”พใฃใฆๆญคๆ–นใซ่ตฐใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณ......ใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐ......!?ใ€ ๆŽจๅฎšDใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไธŠไฝใฎใ€ๅ…จๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ›ใฐ้ญ”ๆ—ใฎ้ ˜ๅŸŸใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€ๅทจๅคงใช้†œ้ฌผใ€‚ ใจใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅพŒใซ่žใใ“ใจใซใชใ‚‹ใใคใญใฎๆˆฆใฃใŸๅ‰›ๆ‹ณ็Œฟใฎไบœ็จฎไปฅไธŠใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸ้ญ”็ฃใ ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจ่จ€ใˆใฐใ€ไธญ้€”ๅŠ็ซฏใซ็Ÿฅ่ƒฝใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅ€‹ไฝ“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅŠๅˆ†้ญ”ๆ—ใ€ๅŠๅˆ†้ญ”็ฃใจ่จ€ใฃใŸๆ–นใŒๆญฃใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใฉใกใ‚‰ใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆ•ฐๅๅใงๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ๆ€ช็‰ฉใŒใ€ใใ“ใพใง่ฟซใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ—ใ‹ใ—ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ ......ไฝ•ๆ•…ไปŠ......!ใ€ ็งใฏๆญฏๅ™›ใฟใ—ใคใคใใ†ๅใๆจใฆใ€่ก—ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ้ง†ใ‘ใ ใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใšใฏใใคใญใจๅˆๆตใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใŒใ„ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ†่€ƒใˆใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ้ ƒใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏๅธฐใฃใฆใใŸใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ใพใ‚Š่‰ฏใ„็ตๆžœใŒ่žใ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฐใ‹ใ‚Š่‹›็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ ฑๅ‘Šใงใฏใ•ใ—ใฆๅคงใ—ใŸๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๅฐ‘ๅนดใงใ‚ใฃใŸใซใ‚‚ๆ‹˜ใ‚‰ใšใ€็Šฏ็ฝช่€…ใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒ็”จๅฟƒๆฃ’ใจใ—ใฆๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏไฟก็”จใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใ‚นใ‚’้€€ใ‘ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ ใ€‚้ฉšๆ„•ใชไบ‹ๆ…‹ไปฅไธŠใซใ€ไธๆ„‰ๅฟซใชไบ‹ๆ…‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใใฎๆ†‚ใ•ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใจใ„ใ†่จณใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏ่‡ชใ‚‰ใ€ๆ•ใ‚‰ใˆใŸ็”ทโ€•โ€•โ€•ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’ๆก”้Ÿณใซ้ ใ‘ใŸ็”ทใฎไธ‹ใธใจใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใใฃ......ใฏใใฃ......ใฏใใฃ......!ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใƒณใ€ใใ“ใพใง็—›ใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใพใ ๅใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ......ใฏใ......ใ‚ใฎๅญใฏใ€ๆธกใ•ใชใ„......!ใ€ ็”ทใฏๅฐ‹ๅ•ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผใฏๆ‹ทๅ•ใซๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚็—›ใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€่บซไฝ“ใŒใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใซใชใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ใใ—ใฆใพใŸ็—›ใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใ€‚ๅใใพใง่กŒใ†ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ—ขใซๆ‹ทๅ•ใŒๅง‹ใพใฃใฆไธ€ๆ—ฅใฏ็ตŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅฝผใฏใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๆ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚„้ ใ‘ใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฎใ“ใจใฏไฝ•ไธ€ใคๅใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฎๅคงไบ‹ใชใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใ‚ฌใ‚ญใฏใจใฃใใซๅฑ…ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’็‰นๅฎšใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ•้กŒใฏ......ใŠๅ‰ใŒใ‚ฌใ‚ญใ‚’้ ใ‘ใŸไบบ้–“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•?ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๅ•้กŒใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็ตๅฑ€ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒ็Šถๆณใ‚’็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ไปฅไธŠใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆ™‚้–“ใฎๅ•้กŒใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅ•้กŒใ ใฃใŸใฎใฏใ€้ ใ‘ใŸ็”ทใซใจใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใซใจใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใจใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใŒไบˆๆธฌไธ่ƒฝใชไบบๆ ผ่€…ใ ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ€‚ ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ‚’้ ใ‹ใฃใฆใฏใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚ˆใ†ใจใฏใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ็Šฏ็ฝช่€…ใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ่บซใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰้€€ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ็”ท......ไฝ•่€…ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ไฟบใฏ้€ƒใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆœ€ไธญใงๅถ็„ถๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ€ใŠๅ‰ใซๆŽฅ็‚นใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฏๅ…จๅ“กๆŠ‘ใˆใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎใ‚ฌใ‚ญใ‚’้ ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ“ใ‚“ใชใ—ใฟใฃใŸใ‚ŒใŸใใ›ใ‡ๅ ดๆ‰€ใซใชใ‚“ใ‹ๆฅใญใ‡ใ‚ˆใ€ ่‹›็ซ‹ใกใฎใ›ใ„ใ‹ใ€ๅฃ่ชฟใฏไนฑๆšดใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ ใŒใ€็”ทใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅคงๅˆ‡ใชๅจ˜ใ‚’้ ใ‘ใŸไบบ็‰ฉใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใชใฎใ‹ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ€ไธๅฎ‰ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ€ๅจ˜ใ‚’็—›ใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชไบบ้–“ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใ€ๅจ˜ใซๆฌฒๆƒ…ใ™ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๅค‰ๆ…‹ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€‚ ไปŠๆ›ดใชใŒใ‚‰ใซใใ‚“ใช่€ƒใˆใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ไบบ้–“ใซๅจ˜ใ‚’้ ใ‘ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใญใ‡ใฃใฆใ“ใจใฏ......ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใซไฝ•ใ‹็”จใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใงใ€ใ‚ใฎใ‚ฌใ‚ญใ‚’ๅŒฟใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚‚่€ƒใˆใ‚Œใฐ......ๅไธญๅ…ซไนๅฅดใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฏใŠๅ‰ใ ใจไฟบใฏ็จใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒ!?ใ€ ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏ่€ƒใˆใŸใฎใ ใ€ใ‚ใฎไบบ้–“โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’ๆ‰“็ ดใ™ใ‚‹ๆœ€ๅคงใฎๆ‰‹ๆฎตใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ‚ทใƒณใƒ—ใƒซใ‹ใคๅ˜็ด”ใซๅŠนๆžœ็š„ใชๆ–นๆณ•......ใ€Žไบบ่ณชใ€ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใฎใฏใ€็ˆถ่ฆชใงใฏ็„กใใใฎๅจ˜ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎๆ–นใชใฎใ ใ€‚ใใฎ็‚บใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใง่†ใ‚’ไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆบ€่บซๅ‰ต็—ใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใชใฉใ€ๅฏงใ‚ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใใ€ใกใ‚‡ใƒผใฃใจใ‚จใ‚ตใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚“ใญใ‡? ใพใๆ‹’ๅฆๆจฉใฏใญใ‡ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ€ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใ€‚ๅนด้ฝข็š„ใซใฏใ‚‚ใ†ไธ‰ๅ่ทฏๅพŒๅŠใฎๅฝผใ ใŒใ€ใใฎ่จ€ๅ‹•ใ‚„่จ€่‘‰้ฃใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Š่‹ฅใ•ใŒๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅŒใ˜ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€ๅญไพ›ใฎๆง˜ใช็„ก้‚ชๆฐ—ใช็‹‚ๆฐ—ใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŒใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒƒ......ใใฃ......!ใ€ ๆ‹’ๅฆๆจฉใ‚‚ใ€ๆŠตๆŠ—ใ™ใ‚‹ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ใชใ„็”ทใฏใ€ๆ‚”ใ—ใใ†ใซ้ …ๅž‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซๅฃ็ซฏใ‚’ๅŠใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใจใ€ใใ“ใซโ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตๆง˜! ใ”ๅ ฑๅ‘ŠใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ™!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ? ใชใ‚“ใ ใƒผ?ใ€ ใ€ŒไธญๅคฎๅŒ—ๅดใ€็ด„2kmๅ…ˆใซ้ญ”็ฃใฎๅคง็พคใŒ็พใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸ! ใใฎๆ•ฐใ€ใŠใ‚ˆใ300ไฝ“! ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใใฎไธญใซ......ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒใ„ใพใ™!!ใ€ ใ€Œใชใฃ......ใซใƒ!!?ใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•็ช็„ถใฎๅฑๆฉŸใŒๅ‘Šใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅ”็ชใซ่จชใ‚ŒใŸ้ญ”็ฃใฎๅคง็พคใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚„้จŽๅฃซ้”ใฏใ™ใใ•ใพๆ…‹ๅ‹ขใ‚’ๆ•ดใˆ่ก—ใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใธใจๅ‡บๅ‘ใใ€ใใฎ้ญ”็ฃใฎๅคง็พคใ‚’่ฆ–็•Œใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ้›†ใพใฃใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ€ใŠใ‚ˆใไบŒๅไบบใ€‚ใใฎไธญใงไธ€็•ชใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒ้ซ˜ใ„่€…ใงใ‚‚ใ€Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒไธ€ไบบใ€ใใฎไป–ใฏEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚„Fใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒใปใจใ‚“ใฉใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏใใฎๅ ดใซใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฎฟใงใŠใญใ—ใ‚‡ใฎๅง‹ๆœซใ‚’ใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใซๅฏ›ใ„ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅค–ใŒ้จ’ใŒใ—ใ„ใญโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญใ‡......้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œ็งใชใ‚‰ใ“ใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„้ญ”ๆ—ใ ใ‚ˆ......้ญ”็Ž‹ใจใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใคใญๅ›็›ฎๅฝ“ใฆใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใใ†ใชไบˆๆƒณใ ใญโ™ชใ€ ใ€Œใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใฎไบ‹ๆ…‹ใ ใ€ๅผ•ใ็ฑ ใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚Š้Žใ”ใ™ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ€่ฟซใ‚Šใใ‚‹ๅฑๆฉŸใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅˆฐๅบ•ใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ๅฑๆฉŸใ‚’ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใ‚„ๅ‹‡่€…ใ€ไฝฟๅพ’ใจใ€ๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ„ใƒใƒผใƒˆ้€ฃๆ‰“ใŒ็ถšใ„ใŸใ›ใ„ใงๅฑๆฉŸใฎๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒใ‹ใชใ‚Š้บป็—บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆใ‚‰ใใ€ไปŠใฎๆก”้Ÿณใซใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒ่ฟซใฃใฆใใŸใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ๆ…‹ใ‚’ไผใˆใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใใคใญใฃ! ๅคงๅค‰ใ ! ้ญ”็ฃใฎๅคง็พคใŒๆ”ปใ‚ใฆใใŸ! ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใใฎไธญใซใฏใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใŒใ„ใ‚‹!!ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡ใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฃใฆ็พŽๅ‘ณใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใƒผใ‚“ใ€ๅพฎๅฆ™ใ‹ใชใ......ใงใ‚‚้‡ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐ่…นใŒ็ฉบใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใจใ‹ใซใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚โ™ชใ€ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ“ใฎ็จ‹ๅบฆใฎๅๅฟœใ—ใ‹ๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚้ƒจๅฑ‹ใซ้ฃ›ใณ่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅๅฟœใซใใ‚‡ใจใ‚“ใจ็œผใ‚’ไธธใใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ ใ‘ใฏใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅ‡„ใใ†ใ€ใจ็œผใ‚’ใ‚ญใƒฉใ‚ญใƒฉใจ่ผใ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅๅฟœใจ้•ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ‚ใฎ......ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ‚‚ใฃใจ้ฉšใ„ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๆ•ฌ่ชžใงๅ†ๅบฆใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใ ใจ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—่บซใ˜ใ‚ใ„ใ ใŒใ€ๅ”‡ใ‚’ๅฐ–ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆไธๆบ€ๆฐ—ใซ่ฆ‹่ฟ”ใ™ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆใชใ‚“ใ ใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œใญ?ใ€ ใ€Œใญใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใŒใ€ ใจ่จ€ใ„ใคใคใ‚‚็ดๅพ—ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ€‚Sใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใŒไธ€็ท’ใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€Dใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไธŠไฝใฎใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใชใฉใ€ๆœ€ๆ—ฉๆใ‚Œใ‚‹ใซใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ‚คใƒณใƒ‘ใ‚ฏใƒˆใซๆฌ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„็ขบใ‹ใซๆก”้Ÿณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅนพๅˆ†ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚‚้ซ˜ใใ€Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎไธ‹็ดš้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅๅˆ†ๅ–„ๆˆฆๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸๅŠ้ญ”ๆ—ๅŠ้ญ”็ฃใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใชใฎใฏ้–“้•ใ„ใชใฎใ ใŒใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšไปŠใ€ใ“ใฎ่ก—ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจ้จŽๅฃซใŒ็ทๅ‡บใง่ฟŽใˆๆ’ƒใคๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚็ง้”ใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒๆก”้ŸณใซๆŒฏใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใซๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใซๆŒฏใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ€ใใฎใพใพ็ฌ‘้ก”ใงใƒ‹ใ‚ณใซๆตใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎๆœ€ๅพŒใซๅ›žใฃใฆใใŸใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฏใ€ใพใ•ใ‹ๆฅใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹็กฌ็›ดใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅๅฟœใŒไบˆๆƒณ้€šใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ๆก”้Ÿณใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใฏใ‚ฏใ‚นใ‚ฏใ‚นใจ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๅญไพ›ใ‚’ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ†ไบŒไบบใซๅ‘†ใ‚ŒใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฏใฏใ€ใใ†ใ ใญใ‡......ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใชโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใฃ!ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใใคใญๅ›?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฏใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฎๅฏพๅ‡ฆใฎ็‚บใซๆ…Œใฆใฆใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠใฎๅ†…ใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠ็ˆถใ•ใ‚“ๅฅชใ„่ฟ”ใ—ใกใ‚ƒใˆใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใใ€‚ใฉใ•ใใ•็ด›ใ‚Œใซใƒ‹ใ‚ณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใ‚’ๅฅช้‚„ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ€‚ไปŠใŒใใฎ็ตถๅฅฝใฎ้š™ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œใคใ„ใงใ ใ—ใ€ใ‚ใใ“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใŠ้‡‘ใซใชใ‚‹็‰ฉใจใ‹่ฒฐใฃใฆ่กŒใ“ใ†ใœใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏ็›—่ณŠใจใ„ใ†ๅฅดใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ็ง?ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎๅฑ…ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใธไน—ใ‚Š่พผใ‚€ไบ‹ใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚ญใƒณใ‚ฐใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆ”พ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚
Now then, this story was occurring probably around the time as my party leader whose faint smile was his trademark, Kitsune, just returned to the inn and was cleaning up Niko's bed-wetting aftermath. After finishing the E rank request, "Subjugating 3 E rank demonic beast - crazy monkey.", I stripped off parts of their bodies which were the subjugation proofs. The subjugation proofs were their fists which were their trademark. After cutting off the three pairs of both left and right fists with my sword, I tied them with up a string and then put them inside my waist bag. Then, after waiting for the accumulated fatigue from the battle to recover, I decided to head back to the town. After reporting to the guild, I'd receive my reward. Since it was an E rank request, the reward was pretty decent. Kitsune was also doing his best, so I had to properly earn money as he requested. "... Fuu, is Leila alright, I wonder?... I hope she didn't eat Niko." She was a demon. I didn't know Kitsune's thought about this matter, but since he let Niko to be with her, perhaps she wasn't that dangerous. That eased my worry, albeit only slightly. Well she didn't seem like someone who'd ignore Kitsune's order and did things on her own, but for better or worse, she was faithful to her desire, so I still couldn't rid of this worry. "... let's go back." Muttering so, I headed to the town. And then, the moment I was about to take a step forward toward the town. At that very moment, --I stopped from the chills running down my spine. Although I just turned around, I ended up turning my head to my rear again. This dreadful feeling was similar like the one I felt from Leila. Right, this feeling was similar to when I spotted "Eater hand" when I went to subjugate "Arachne" with Kitsune and co.. This was the type of threat that although in itself it wasn't that formidable, but once I made a move on it, I'd be done for. That's right, once you touched it, the dam would send tsunami your way, that's the kind of threat I was feeling at this moment. And my premonition was right. At the end of my sight, although the seemed smaller than a grain-- I could see a large number of monkeys, similarly like the ones I defeated before, were approaching from the distance. It would still take some time for them to reach here, but perhaps in about thirty minutes, that large group would definitely head directly to the city. "This is...! It's bad...!" The moment I opened my eyes in realization of how dangerous this situation was, alarm bell was ringing from the town. Seems like the assigned guards around the town also had noticed the demonic beast horde. Most likely, they'd soon call for support from adventurers within the town as well as adventurers from Grandile Kingdom. I felt a bit relieved thinking about that. And then I turned my sight toward the demonic beasts horde again. "...They aren't just monkeys... there are also wolfs.... goblin, goblin knight... wha, that's --!" Among them, monkey and wolf types demonic beasts were running as if 'running away' from the horde, while the goblins and goblin knights were running as if to 'chase after' them right behind them. And behind them all there was an even larger shadow. I only heard it on later dates, but it was a huge goblin that was the same if not larger than the variant monkey Kitsune fought before. The huge goblin, which seemingly exceeded 5 meters, although it was running quite a distant away behind the horde, it was heading this way while emitting overwhelming intimidating air that might even freeze the body of those who saw it. "Goblin... King...!?" Presumably it was top D ranker, that if it ran wild with its whole strength, power-wise it might even reach demon level, a huge ugly demon. Which meant, I only heard it on later date, but it was a monster that was stronger than the variant crazy monkey which Kitsune fought. No, specifically speaking, if we included the fact that it possessed low-level intelligent, it might be more accurate to call it half-demon, half-demonic beast. In any case, however, it was a monster who couldn't be defeated unless dozens of D rank adventurers were sent to subjugate it, that one was for sure. "But why... why now ...?!" I murmured so while grinding my teeth, and then I swiftly ran toward the town. First thing first was to meet up with Kitsune. When push came to shove, we could ask Leila to do something about it. Or so I thought. On the other side, Duke Orba was currently slightly irritated with the fact that Reis returned with not a good news. Although in the report the youth was supposed to be a small fry, he somehow managed to slip away from his bodyguard Reis who although he was a criminal, he possessed solid prowess. Beyond the astonishment, it irritated him more. Therefore, it wasn't exactly to vent his frustration, but Duke Orba decided to meet the captive man, the man who entrusted Niko to Kitsune, himself. "Ha... ha... ha...!" "Hmm, even after going through so much torture, you're still unwilling to talk, huh?" "Ha... Haa... I won't ever let you touch her...!" Although the man had been interrogated, he didn't tell them anything. Therefore, they decided to torture him. He was beaten up, healed with recovery magic, and then beaten up again. Over and over again. They intended to do that until the man decided to tell them what they wanted to know. And then, ten days had passed since they started torturing the man. Nevertheless he told them neither Niko's whereabouts nor who Kitsune, whom he entrusted her to, was. "We've long located your precious shitty brat's whereabouts... The problem is ... the person you left the brat with." "...what?" However, that wasn't a problem either. After all, as long as Kitsune didn't grasp their tail, it was only a matter of time before the Niko was found. The problem was, either it for the man who entrusted Niko to him or for Duke Orba, the person named Kitsune was simply unpredictable. In fact, although he was entrusted with Niko, Kitsune didn't decide to leave the town. Although S ranked criminal was sent to deal with him, Kitsune somehow managed to slip away despite being an H rank adventurer. "That man ... Who is he?" "... I don't know, I just came across him by chance while running away." "... guess so, I've thoroughly investigated everyone who has connection with you, after all. Had you obediently handed over that brat, you wouldn't have to suffer in a place like this you know?" Perhaps due to frustration, Duke Orba's words became slightly rougher, but on the other side, the man was starting to get anxious about what kind of person the person he'd entrusted his precious daughter to. What if he was someone who love to abuse his daughter. What if he was a pervert who'd lust after his daughter. It might be already too late, but such thoughts started swarming his mind. Perhaps, he might have left his daughter to a very outrageous person. Or so he thought. "However, given the fact that they still haven't left this town... that means at the very least they still have some business in this town. And then, given the fact that they are sheltering that brat.... I guess, most likely their objective is you." "!?" Duke Orba had thought about the best way to break that man, Kitsune. A simple yet effective method... "hostage". The one Duke Orba wanted wasn't the father, but the daughter, Niko. That was why he didn't care about the full of wounds man in front of him, even if the man died. "That's why, will you act as a bait for a while? Not that you have the right to refuse though." Joining his hands together, Duke Orba requested so in smile. Age-wise he was already in his latter half of the thirty, but his speech and conduct was like that of a youngster. Child-like innocent madness could be felt from it. "... kuh...!" The man who had neither the ability to refuse nor to resist could only hang his head in frustration. Seeing that, Duke Orba lifted the edge of his mouth as if finding it funny. And then, right at that moment-- "Lord Orba! Urgent report!" "Huh? What's it?" "About 2 kilometers in the north, a huge group of demonic beast have appeared! The number is approximately 300! And among them, there is a goblin king!" "What...the...!!" -- A sudden crisis appeared. After noticing the sudden appearance of the demonic beasts horde, adventurers and knights promptly headed to the town entrance to build up defense lines, their gazes are focused on the demonic beasts horde. There were about twenty adventurers gathered. The highest rank among them was D rank which there was only one person, the rests were mostly E rank and F rank. By the way, Kitsune wasn't among them. After cleaning up Niko's bed-wetting aftermath, he was casually relaxing in the inn. "... isn't it kinda noisy outside ?" "You're right ... has a demon appeared or something, I wonder?" "I'm right here, you know?" "I mean a demon that's not you... like the demon lord or something?" "Since it's you we're talking about, Kitsune-kun, I think the likelihood is pretty high " "If it is really the case, that's simply the worst, let's just holed up inside the room." In a sense, rather than the approaching danger, they were imagining about the danger that was way more impossible to actually occur instead. Leila, the hero, and then the apostle, perhaps because he'd been continuously faced with such barrage of bizzare cheaters, his sense of danger had gone fairly numb. Perhaps, even if the current Kitsune was informed that a Goblin King was currently approaching the town-- "Kitsune! Terrible news! A horde of demonic beasts is approaching the town! Moreover there's even a goblins king among them!" "Oh, are goblins delicious?" "Well, so-so I think ... But, they come with quantity, so they may be a good choice when you are very hungry or something " --he'd only give that kind of response. Trisha, who just barged into the room, had her eyes opened wide in bewilderment. As for Niko, perhaps finding Goblin King's name sounded amazing, her eyes were shining brightly, but that reaction was still different from the one Trisha expected. "Umm, you see .... It's a goblin king, you know?" "Say, Rishe-chan." She wanted them to be more surprised, Trisha even for some reason said the Goblin King for the second time in a polite manner. However, Kitsune turned his gaze toward Trisha while faintly smiling. Being stared at, Trisha was somewhat stirred, but even while pouting, she still answered back to him. "...what's it?" "Who's the one in front of me?" "See?" "Don't 'see' me." Even while saying so, Trisha was also somewhat convinced. Given the fact that they lived together with an S rank demon, the threat of a top D rank magical beast, goblin king, lost most of its impact to actually make them terrified. However, that didn't change the fact that this half-demon half-demonic beast had status that was somewhat higher than Kitsune's, and was unmistakenly capable of putting up a good fight against a lower rank C rank demon. "...anyway, currently adventurers and knights in this town are putting up defenses to hold the horde. What should we do?" When Trisha asked Kitsune, he passed the question to Leila. Receiving the question from Kitsune, Leila then passed it to Niko while in smile. And then, as the last one receiving the question, perhaps never expecting that one coming, Niko stiffened. And then, perhaps finding her reaction exactly as they expected, Kitsune and Leila started to giggle. Staring at the two making fun of a child, Trisha made an astounded expression. "Ahaha, let's see... I wonder what to do-- Ah!" "What's it, Kitsune-kun?" "There's a high possibility that Duke Orba is currently in frantic to deal with the Goblin King, right? So don't you think it's a good chance to take back Niko-chan's father?" Kitsune thought so. Taking advantage to the hectic situation, they'd take back Niko's father. Right now was the perfect chance to do that. "While we're at it, let's take something that can be turned to money from there." "I think that's what you usually call as robbery, you know?" While smiling faintly, Kitsune decided to raid Duke Orba's house. Looks like he decided to put the goblin king matter aside for the time being.
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่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใจๅ—ไป˜ๅฌข ใ•ใฆใ€ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไบคใˆใฆใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…จๅ“กใซๆ‰ฟ่ซพใ‚’่ฒฐใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’้–‹ๅง‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใพใงใฎ้“ๆกˆๅ†…ใซใฏไฝฟใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๆ–นๅ‘้Ÿณ็—ดใชใฎใฏ็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซๅฝน็ซ‹ใŸใšใฎ็ƒ™ๅฐใ‚’ๆŠผใ•ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใŸใ€‚ไป˜ใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใซไฝ•ใฎๅฝนใซใ‚‚็ซ‹ใŸใชใ„ใจใฏๆƒ…ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€็™ฝ้ซช่ตค็œผใฏใพใ ใ„ใ„ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚็˜ดๆฐ—ใ‚’่‡ช่บซใฎๅ›žใ‚Šใซๆตฎ้Šใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ไธๆ€่ญฐใซๆ€ใ†ไฝใงไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใ“ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ„ใŸใ†ใˆใงๅƒ•ใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใพใใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใฉใกใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใจใ—ใฆใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๅค–ใธๅ‡บใ™ใซใฏใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ็˜ดๆฐ—ใŒ้‚ช้ญ”่‡ญใ„ใฎใงใ€ๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—่ฒธใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซๅผ•ใฃ่พผใ‚ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ€‚ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆ็†ๆ€ง็š„ใ ใ—ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏไปฒ้–“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๅ‚ใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใๆ–นใŒๅฎ‰ๅ…จใชใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใ‚ซใƒผใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใฟใŸใ„ใชๆ‰ฑใ„ใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ไพฟๅˆฉใช็‚นใฏไฝฟใ‚ใ›ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใŠใ†ใ€‚ใชใซใ›ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ญ”ๆ—ใงใ‚ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไธ€ๅฟœCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ€‚ใใฎใƒใƒผใƒ ใƒใƒชใƒฅใƒผใฏๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใˆ? ้…ทใ„? ใ“ใฃใกใฏๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅธธๆ™‚็‹™ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซๅฅฝๆ„ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใŠใใชใŒใ‚‰้‡‘ใ‚’่ฒขใŒใ›ใ‚‹ๅฅดใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ๆ™‚ใจๅ ดๅˆใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใ ใ‚? ๅƒ•ใฎ็ซ‹ๅ ดใซใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ™ใƒผใฏใƒผ......ใใคใญๅ›ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„......โ™ก ใ†ใตใตใ€ใ†ใตใตใต......ๆœ€้ซ˜......โ™ชใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ€ ใ“ใ‚“ใชใฎใŒ้šฃใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใœ? ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ“ใฎๅ…ˆใšใฃใจไป˜ใ็บใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใœ? ๅฅฝๆ„Ÿๅบฆใƒžใ‚คใƒŠใ‚นๆŒฏใ‚Šๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๅฅดใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅŒ‚ใ„ๅ—…ใ„ใง็™บๆƒ…้ก”ใง็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ใœ? ๆƒณๅƒใ—ใฆใฟใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ๅŒๅƒšใจใ‹ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใƒกใ‚คใƒˆใซไธ€ไบบใฏใ„ใใ†ใชใ€็…ฉใ„ๅฅดใจใ‹ใ‚ฆใ‚ถใ„ๅฅดใงใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“......ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ“ใฎๅฅณ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆˆ‘ๆ…ขใ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“......ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅซŒใ ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚„ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๅผ•ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ใ‚ใฎCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ‚’ใ€‚ๅผทใ„ๅฅดใฃใฆ็š†ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใฎใ‹ใช......ใ ใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅ‹‡่€…ใจใ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Š่‰ฏใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใ€‚ ไพ‹ใˆใฐๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅๅ‰ใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใฆใƒใƒผใƒฌใƒ ไฝœใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅผทใ•ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‹ใ–ใ—ใฆๆšดๅ›ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ใจใ‹ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚ใ€้€”็ซฏใซไผšใ„ใŸใใชใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใพใใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใ€‚ ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธ่กŒใ็‚บใซใ€ๅƒ•้”ใŒไฝฟใ†ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใฏใ€Ž่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใ€ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใ“ใจใ€‚Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏไปฅไธŠใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใชใ„ใจๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ไพ้ ผใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒ้ฉๆ€งใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใพใงๆ˜‡ๆ ผใ™ใ‚‹ใพใงๅพ…ใจใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ƒฝๅˆใ‚ˆใCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏๆฐ—ๅ–ใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸ่จณใ ใ€‚ ใ€Ž่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใ€ใจใฏใ€ๅ›ฝใจๅ›ฝใฎ้–“ใ‚’็งปๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹้š›ใซใ€ไธปใซๅ•†ไบบใ€็จ€ใซไธ€่ˆฌไบบใŒไพ้ ผใ™ใ‚‹็‰ฉใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใใฎ้“ไธญใฎ่ญท่ก›ใ‚’้ ผใ‚€ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€่ท้ฆฌ่ปŠใซๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใฆ็งปๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใพใๅ ฑ้…ฌใฏๅˆฅใง็พ้‡‘ใ‚’ๆธกใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€็งปๅ‹•ใฎ็‚บใฎ่ถณใจ็งปๅ‹•ไธญใฎ่ญท่ก›ใจใ„ใ†ๅˆฉๅฎณใฎไธ€่‡ดใŒ็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใŸไพ้ ผใ ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใใใคใญใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใธ่กŒใใฎใ‹? ๆญฃ็›ดใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚้…ใใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ......ใ€ ใ€Œใพใๆˆฆ้—˜ๅคงๅฅฝใใชๅฅดใ‚‰ใฎๅ›ฝใ ใ—ใ€ๅฟƒ้…ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ......ๅƒ•้”ใฏๆˆฆใ„ใซ่กŒใใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅ›ฝใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใฏๆˆฆใ‚ใชใ„ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใชใ„ใจใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏใใฃใกๅดใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไธๅฎ‰ใ’ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ—ฅๅคœๅ”็ชใชๆฑบ้—˜ใŒ้ ป็™บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใ„ใ—ใ€ใพใ—ใฆๅ•†ไบบใ‚„ไธ€่ˆฌไบบใŒใ„ใชใ„่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’้ฟใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅนณ็ฉใซ้Žใ”ใ›ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ใพใๅ‹‡่€…ใซ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠๅคšๅฐ‘ๆˆฆ้—˜ใฏ้ฟใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ไธ€ๅฟœๅƒ•้”ใซใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ไธๆœฌๆ„ใ ใ‘ใฉใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ—ฉใ€…ๆญปใฌใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๅณๆญปใงใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚Œใฐไธ€ๅฟœๆญปใชใšใซใฏๆธˆใ‚€ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚€......ใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใชใใฆใ‚‚ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใใ‚Œใซๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰่ญท่ก›ไธญใซใ ใฃใฆใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ•ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅผทๅผ•ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไธๅฎ‰ใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ€ฅใŽ้ŽใŽใฆใ‚‹ๆ„Ÿใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏๅ‹‡่€…ใŒใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใ‚’ๅ‡บใชใ„ๅ†…ใซไผšใฃใฆใŠใใŸใ„ใ€‚้ญ”็Ž‹้€€ๆฒปใซๅ‡บใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏ่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใจใ€ใใ‚“ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใซใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€‚ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒๅƒ•้”ใซ้›†ไธญใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅ…จๅ“กใŒ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไผš่ฉฑใซๆˆปใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€ไพ้ ผๆ›ธใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹่€…ใ€้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅ…จๅ“กๅ…ฑ้€šใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฎๆ–นใ‚’้ฉšๆ„•ใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใงไบŒๅบฆ่ฆ‹ใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ๅคšๅˆ†ๅŽŸๅ› ใฏ็™ฝ้ซช่ตค็œผๅญฆใƒฉใƒณ่ฃ…ๅ‚™ใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ€ๆˆ้•ทใ—ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไธ€็›ฎใงๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ ใ—ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ็™ฝ้ซชใ ใŒ......ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎ็ฃไบบใฎๅจ˜ใฃๅญใ€็ฌฌไบŒๆฌกๆ€งๅพด่ฟŽใˆใŸใฎใ‹......ใ‚ใงใฆใ‡ใช!ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅˆฅๅฌชใ•ใ‚“ใซใชใฃใŸใชใ‚กใ€ใ‚ใฏใฏใฃ!ใ€ ใ–ใ‚ใ–ใ‚ใจใ–ใ‚ใ‚ใๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใ€‚ใใฎๅๅฟœใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใงใ‹ใชใ‚Šไธกๆฅต็ซฏใ ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏ็–‘ๅ•ใ‚„ๅ›ฐๆƒ‘ใŒใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏ็ฅ็ฆใ‚„็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š็ฃไบบใฎๆˆ้•ทใฏๅธธ่ญ˜็š„ใชไบ‹ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆˆ้•ทใซๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใŒใ‚ใงใŸใ„ใ‚ใงใŸใ„ใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—้ ฌใ‚’็ด…ๆฝฎใ•ใ›ใŸใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€้ ญใ‚’ใใ‚Œใจใชใๆ’ซใงใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—็…งใ‚Œ่‡ญใใ†ใซใฏใซใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ่กŒใใฎ่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใใ†ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ…ˆใซไพ้ ผๆ›ธใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆๆฅใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่ชญใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ใจใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธ่กŒใๅ•†ไบบใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎไพ้ ผใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‹Ÿ้›†ไบบๆ•ฐใฏ8ไบบใ€ๅƒ•้”ใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚ŒใฐๅพŒ3ไบบใ ใญใ€‚่‰ฏใ„ไพ้ ผใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰€ใธใจๆŒใฃใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ ใ€ŒใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œๅ—ใ‘ใ•ใ›ใฆใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„......ใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใธ่กŒใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„......ใงใ‚‚......ๆญฃๆฐ—ใงใ™ใ‹? ใ‚ใใ“ใฏๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎๅ›ฝใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€่กŒใ‹ใชใใ‚ƒใชใ‚‰ใชใ„็†็”ฑใŒๅ‡บๆฅใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆง˜ใซๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆœ€ๅˆใซใ‚ใฃใŸ้ ƒใฏๅค‰ๆ…‹ๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใฎใซใ€้šๅˆ†ใจๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใจใ—ใฆใฏใใฎ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ‰ใ‚€ไบ‹ใ‚’่ซฆใ‚ใŸ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ƒธใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใ™ใŽใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ่ƒธใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใŠใฃใฑใ„่ฆ‹ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œไธ€็ท’ใงใ™ใ‚ˆๅค‰ๆ…‹ๆง˜ใ€ ใŠใฃใจใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใ™ใŽใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใŠใฃใฑใ„ใ‚’ไธกๆ‰‹ใง้š ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใใใ‚Œใฏใใ‚Œใง่ƒธใฎๅฝขใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใŒ่‰ฒใฃใฝใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใ‚„ใ‚‹ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไปฅไธŠใซใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใงใ‹ใ™ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŽงใˆใฆใŠใใ€‚ ็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใŒไฝŽใ„ใƒˆใƒผใƒณใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใญใ€็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใš็ฌ‘้ก”ใงๅŒ‚ใ„ใ‚’ๅ—…ใ„ใงใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๅผ•ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ไปฒ้–“ใ ใจๆ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„ใชใ......ไป–ไบบใฎใƒ•ใƒชใ—ใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉๆง˜ใฎ้ซชใŒ็™ฝใใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œไธ€ๆ™ฉใง่€ใ‘ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใง็œผใŒ่ตคใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œๅฏไธ่ถณใงๅ……่ก€ใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚ใใ‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚่ฟ”ใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๅ‘†ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ใช็œผใงใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€็†็”ฑใฎ่ชฌๆ˜Žใซใฏ็ดๅพ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ๆบœใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ ญใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใใฃใจๅƒ•ใŒ็†็”ฑใ‚’่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใชใ„ใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๅค‰ๆ…‹่กŒ็‚บใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ๅญใงใ‚‚ไธ€ๅฟœCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ€ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฏๆŠ˜ใ‚Š็ด™ไป˜ใใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏไพ้ ผๆ›ธใฎๅ—ๆณจๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆ—ฉใๆธˆใพใ›ใฆใ€ใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใŸไพ้ ผๆ›ธใ‚’ๆธกใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซๆธกใ—ใฆไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ใใ‚Œใงไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆใจใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚่ญท่ก›ๅฏพ่ฑกใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ•†ไบบใฎๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๅ ฑ้…ฌใŒ่ฒฐใˆใชใ„ใฎใงใ€ๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใใ ใ•ใ„ใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‡บ็™บใฏๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใฎๆœใงใ™ใ€‚ใƒŸใƒ‹ใ‚จใƒฉใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใซ้›†ๅˆใจใชใฃใฆใพใ™ใฎใงใ€ๆ—ฉใ‚ใซ่กŒใฃใฆไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๆ–นใจไบคๆตใ‚’ๆทฑใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใ‹ใจใ€ ใ‚ใ‚ใ€ไป–ใซ3ไบบใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซใใ‚Œใฏใใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ใƒใƒผใƒ ใƒฏใƒผใ‚ฏใŒๅคงไบ‹ใ ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใญใ€‚ใพใใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚คใƒ‰้ซ˜ใ„ไบบใจใ‹ๅฑ…ใŸใ‚‰้ขๅ€’ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ„ใ–ใจใชใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใง่„…ใใ†ใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ไบบใฏไธ€ๅ›ž็—›ใ„็›ฎ่ฆ‹ใชใ„ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆญฃ็›ดใชๆ‰€ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซใฏ็ตๆง‹ใŠไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใŠ็คผใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒŸใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ้ฉšใ„ใŸๆง˜ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—้–“ใ‚’็ฉบใ‘ใฆ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆ? ใ‚ใฃ............ใฏใ„ใ€ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใ“ใๆฅฝใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏใ€‚ใŠๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ›ใ€ ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Š้€ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ๆทฑใๆŸ“ใฟๅ…ฅใฃใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅบงใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒ้•ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ็งใฏใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใจใ—ใฆๅ‹™ใ‚ใฆใ€ใพใ ๆ•ฐๅนดใ ใ€‚ๆฏŽๆ—ฅๆฏŽๆ—ฅใ€ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใซใใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ๆง˜้”ใ‚’็ฌ‘้ก”ใง่ฟŽใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ—ๆณจๆ‰‹็ถšใใ‚’ใ—ใฆ้€ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ๆ—ฅใ€…ใ€‚็งใฏใใ‚“ใชๆ—ฅๅธธใงใ‚‚ใคใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚็ตฆๆ–™ใ ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ—ใ€ๅŒๅƒšใ‚„ๅพŒ่ผฉใ ใฃใฆ่‰ฏใ„ไบบใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ—ฅๅธธใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๆ…ฃใ‚Œใชใ„ใ“ใจใŒไธ€ใคใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆ้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใจๆˆฆใ†ไป•ไบ‹ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ•…ใซใ€ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ๆณจใ—ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒไพ้ ผไธญใซๆฎ‰่ทใ—ใฆใ€ๆˆปใฃใฆๆฅใชใ„ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใชใ„ใ€‚ ไธญใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใŒๅ—ไป˜ใ—ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจ่žใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€ใ†ใจใ“ใ‚ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใคใ„ๅ…ˆๆ—ฅใพใง็”Ÿใใฆใ€่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใŸ็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒๆญปใฌใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Š่พ›ใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ไฝ“ๆ„Ÿใ—ใฆ่พžใ‚ใฆใ„ใๅญใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒใ“ใฎใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงไป•ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใปใฉๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ฝใจใ™ไป•ไบ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ๅซŒใงใ‚‚ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ฝใจใ™ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ๆ˜‡ๆ ผ่ฉฆ้จ“ใ‚‚ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚ŠใŒใชใ„ๆ‰€ใ‚‚ใ€็ซ‹ใกๅ ดใจใฏ่ฃ่…นใซๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใŸ้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ„ใคใ—ใ‹ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒ้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขๆง˜ใŒFใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใชใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ€Ž่ตคใ„ๅคœใ€ใฎไปถใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠใพใงๅฝผใซใ ใ‘ใฏๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸไธๅฎ‰ใŒใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๅก—ใ‚Šใคใถใ—ใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็งใฏๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใซๆ˜‡ๆ ผ่ฉฆ้จ“ใ‚’ๅ‹งใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใใฆใฏใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚Hใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใงใ‚‚ๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒไผดใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ๆ˜‡ๆ ผ่ฉฆ้จ“ใ‚’ๅ‹งใ‚ใ‚‹็พฉๅ‹™ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆ–ญใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅ‹งใ‚ใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅฝผใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใซๆ–ญใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ€ๅฎ‰ๅฟƒๆ„ŸใŒๆˆปใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€้›‘้ญšใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใŒ็ตŒใฃใŸ้ ƒใ€ๅฝผใฏEใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ้ญ”็ฃใ€Ž ไปŠใพใง่ฉฑใ—ใฆใใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใซใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†ใฎใฏไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ„ใจใ€ๅŠใฐ่ซฆใ‚ใŸๆง˜ใชๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใง่ฆ‹้€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€็งใซใจใฃใฆใใคใญๆง˜ใฏๅฐ‘ใ—็‰นๅˆฅใชๅญ˜ๅœจใชใฎใ ใจ่‡ช่ฆšๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใใฎๆ—ฅใฏใ€ไป•ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใซไป˜ใ‹ใšใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎ็„กไบ‹ใ ใ‘ใ‚’็ฅˆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ไธŠใฎ็ฉบใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎไฝ•ไบบใ‹ใŒๅฟƒ้…ใใ†ใซๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใฏ่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒ็„กไบ‹ใซๅธฐใฃใฆใใฆใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใŒ็งใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€ๅฟƒใฎไธญใงใฏๅ‡„ใๅฎ‰ๅ ตใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใƒปใƒดใ‚กใƒผใƒŸใƒชใ‚ชใƒณใจใ„ใ†Cใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ„ใŸไบ‹ใฎ้ฉšๆ„•ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใƒใƒฌใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใ‚’่ฃ…ใˆใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใŸไบ‹ใŒๅฌ‰ใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆ—ฅใ€็งใฏใใคใญๆง˜ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆ่กŒใใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€็งใซใจใฃใฆๅฝผใฏๅผŸใฟใŸใ„ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใชใฎใ ใ€‚ๅฟƒ้…ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅผŸใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฏไป–ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๆฏ”ในใฆๅฐๆŸ„ใ ใ—ใ€็ซฅ้ก”ใงใ€่ฆช่ฟ‘ๆ„Ÿใฎๆนงใๆง˜ใชๅญไพ›ใฃใฝใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใฃใจใใ‚“ใช้ขจใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆ‹ๆ„›ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใงใฏ็„กใ„ใ“ใจใฏ็ขบใ‹ใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็ฟŒๆ—ฅใใคใญๆง˜ใŒใ“ใฎๅ›ฝใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใซใใŸ้š›ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใใฎไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใตใ‚Šใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใจใ„ใ†ในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใฎ่–„ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€็งใฏๆ™ฎๆฎตใฎๆง˜ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™ใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉๆง˜ใŒ็™ฝ้ซช่ตค็œผใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎๅญฆใƒฉใƒณใ‚’็€ใฆๅฌ‰ใ—ใใ†ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ใ‚€ใฃใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆ‡ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸๅผŸใŒ็ช็„ถๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’้€ฃใ‚ŒใฆๆฅใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šๅ—ๆณจๅ‡ฆ็†ใ‚’ใ—ใฆ้€ใ‚Šใ ใใ†ใจใ—ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใงใ€ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใใ€‚ใใคใญๆง˜ใŒใ€็งใฎๆ—ฅๅธธใ‹ใ‚‰ใ„ใชใใชใ‚‹ไบ‹ๅฎŸใซใ€‚ๆ€ใ‚ใš่Œซ็„ถใจใชใ‚Šใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฎ้–“้ ญใฎไธญใŒ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ ็งใฏๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’้€ใ‚Šใ ใ™ใฎใŒ็งใฎๅฝน็›ฎใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒไพ‹ใˆๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅผŸใฎๆง˜ใซๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใใคใญๆง˜ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅŒใ˜ใ€‚่กŒใๅ…ˆใŒๅผฑ่‚‰ๅผท้ฃŸใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€็งใซใฏๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅ‘‘ใ‚€ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‹ๅฃฐใ‚’็ตžใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ€ใฉใ†ใ‹ๆญปใชใชใ„ใงๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจใ€็”Ÿใใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจใ€ใใ†็ฅˆใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œ............ใฏใ„ใ€ใ“ใกใ‚‰ใ“ใๆฅฝใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ใใคใญๆง˜ใฎใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฏใ€‚ใŠๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ›ใ€ ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šใซ้€ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ›ใซใฏใ€ไปŠใพใงใซใชใ„ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ่พผใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ่กŒใฃใฆใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใ€้ก˜ใ‚ใใฐ็”Ÿใใฆใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆๆญคๅ‡ฆใซๅธฐใฃใฆๆฅใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏใ€ใใฃใจๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎ็ฌ‘้ก”ใงใŠๅธฐใ‚Šใชใ•ใ„ใจ่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚
Guarding Request and Receptionist Well, after that, along with Rishe-chan, we discussed a bit more about our plan to leave Miniera, and after I got all of their consent about this matter, we finally started our action for today. Seems like we can't use Leila-chan as our guide to Grandile Kingdom since her sense of direction is still as amazing as usual. Therefore I hereby grant her the title of 'useless'. Even though she decide to follow us, but to be unable to over any aid, how pathetic of her. Perhaps Rishe-chan hasn't ever seen any demon, so even if seeing Leila-chan with white hair and red eyes is perhaps still acceptable, but she only looks somewhat curious without saying a word when she sees the dark miasma that is floating around Leila-chan's. Perhaps she doesn't notice it, or perhaps she notices it but she simply puts her trust at me. But, well, leaving that aside, since having Leila-chan goes outside along with that miasma would be troublesome, so I ask her to retract it back, and then I lend her my gakuran in exchange. At day she's still somewhat rational, and seems like she's capable to do it. Nonetheless, since she's way closer into that one of a stalker rather than a comrade, so I won't treat her similarly like how I treat Finia-chan and the other, but I'll simply take her as an useful person. After all, even if she's a demon, at least she's still a C rank adventurer. So I have to properly use her established reputation for my sake. Eh? Cruel? What's so bad about it knowing that she's someone who is after my life? No no, I might indeed look like someone who is manipulating her good favor and using her as my financial support, but that's conditional, you know? If you're at my position, I'm sure you'll understand it. "*sniff*... Kitsune-kun's smell... ufufu, ufufufu... it's the best...." "...." Someone like that is keep on following me, you know? If I do it carelessly, I might end up having her always following me from now on, you know? Someone without any good will, and would get excited and laughing just by sniffing my smell, you know? Just imagine it, that you have someone like her as your coworker or classmate, someone who is noisy and also annoying. "Kitsune-san... are you really going to take that girl along?" "Please bear with it, Finia-chan... trust me, I also don't like it." Even Rishe-chan and Lulu-chan are drawn aback from that C rank adventurer, Leila Vermilion. Are every strong person also like her, I wonder.... If that's really the case then perhaps even the hero also might has such screwed personality, right? Like, using his title as hero to makes a harem, or using his strength to do anything as he pleased. Uwah, just thinking about it makes me lost my motivation to meet him. Well, while thinking about such a thing, we walk toward the guild. To go to Grandile Kingdom, the only means we can take is to take a "guarding request". Since that request could only be taken by an E rank adventurer or above, I was intending to have Finia-chan and the other to raised their rank till the required rank, but since right now we accidentally have a C rank adventurer so we can immediately take the request. "Guarding request" was a request that was usually be issued when there was someone who was going to travel from a country into another one, usually been issued by a merchant, but sometime there was also the case when citizen issued such request, too. In exchange for guarding them along the way, they would let the adventurers to ride their cart during travelling. Well, the reward is vary, but, in exchange for us guarding them, we don't need to pay the transport fee, that was the source of the establishment of guarding request. "Say, Kitsune, are we really going to go to Grandile Kingdom? To be frank, I don't think it won't be take too long for us increase our strength a bit more before going there, you know?" "Well, I understand your worry knowing that that place is a country of battle junkies, but... we aren't going there to fight, you know? As a country, it would be strange if there's no proper person who dislike fight, after all, so we're aiming for those people." Rishe-chan makes a somewhat uneasy expression, but it isn't like fight would continuously happen day and night, right? Not to mention, I'm pretty sure that there are also merchant and normal citizen, after all. In any case, even if you're an adventurer, as long as you're able to properly avoid any fight then you should be able to live peacefully. Well, if you're unluckily got involved with the hero then perhaps it's bound to happen that you'd have to have a fight, though. Well, just in case, we have Finia-chan, after all, also, I don't like it but there's also Leila-chan. So we shouldn't be that easily die, right? Even I, as long as it isn't an instant death, by activating "Near-death experience" I won't easily die, after all. "Hmm... if that's the case then it's fine, though...." "You don't need to worry about it too much, also, we can still get stronger along the way there, you know?" "...got it." It might be a bit too forceful, but it isn't like I don't understand her worry. It might looks a bit too rushed, but as far as I'm concerned, I want to meet the hero while he's still at the Grandile Kingdom. If he has left on journey to defeat the demon lord, then I don't have any means to find him, after all. And, while having such conversation, we finally arrived at the guild. Opening the door, we enter the building, and the adventurer's gazes are gathered at us. And then, upon seeing my face, everyone averted their faces again. There are people who restart their conversation again, looking for a request, or continue their meal. But there's one common thing among them, they look at our direction again with a surprised expression. Perhaps, the reason is the white haired and red eyed Leila-chan who wears my gakuran, and the just grown Lulu-chan, right? Their transformation are too eye catching, after all. "Her hair is white, but... is that, Leila Vermilion?" "That beast-kin girl, did she has reached her secondary growth... how lovely!" "You're right, she becomes such a pretty girl, wahaha!" The adventurers become noisy. Their reaction for Leila-chan and Lulu-chan sure are quite extreme. They bear doubt and bewilderment toward Leila-chan, while they give blessing and laugh toward Lulu-chan. Even so, is beast-kin's growth a common sense here? Since these adventurers are laughing happily toward her growth, after all. Hearing that, Lulu-chan's face is a bit blushed, but when I gently pat her head, she bashfully act as if in shy. Yup, cute. "Kitsune-san! Here is a guarding request toward Grandile Kingdom!" "Yes, thank you, Finia-chan." And then, Finia-chan comes while bringing along a request she took beforehand. When I ask her to read it, it's a request from a merchant who is planning to go to Grandile Kingdom. The recruited adventurers are eight people, with us, then there would be three more persons, right? I think it's a good request so I take it to Mia-chan's place. "Mia-chan, please let us take it." "Yes... wait, you're going to go to Grandile kingdom?" "Yes." "Umm... but... are you sure? It is a country with the law of the jungle, you know?" "Even so, I have my own reason that makes me have to go there, after all." Seems like Mia-chan is also worried similarly like Rishe-chan. At our first meeting, she called me as a pervert, but she sure has considerably changed. As far as I'm concerned, it isn't like I've given up on groping that boobs of her-- yup, not in the slightest. "You're staring at my chest too much." "I'm not looking at your chest, but your boobs." "That's same, pervert-sama." Oops, seems like I stared at it too much. Mia-chan hides her boobs with both of her hands. Well, even so, the scene where her boobs changes its shape looks erotic, though. If I do anything further, I don't know what Finia-chan and Leila-chan might do so let's stop it here. She laughs with a low tone, after all, she's still smiling while sniffing my gakuran, though. Even Mia-chan is taken aback, I really don't want to be considered as her comrade... I want to act as if a stranger of her. "...why is Leila-sama's hair changed into white?" "She suddenly grown old overnight, you see." "Why are her eyes red?" "It's because of lack of sleep, you see." "Even I want her to return it soon, you know." Mia-chan is looking at Leila-chan with a somewhat astonished eyes. And then, looking at me, perhaps she doesn't consent with my explanation, she lets out a sigh. Mia-chan is intelligent, after all, I'm sure she understand the reason why I didn't want to explain it. But, even she acts like a pervert, she's still a C rank adventurer, her ability is not something to be laughed at. Perhaps that's why Mia-chan quickly finished the request procedure, and after put a sign at it, she hand over the request application to me. "Please give it to the guild at Grandile kingdom, with that you'll complete the request. Also, since you won't receive your reward if you forget to ask for the merchant-sama who issued this request to sign this request application, so please be careful." "Yes, thank you." "The departure is tomorrow morning. Since the gathering location is at Miniera's gate, I think would be better if you go there as early as possible and deepen your connection with the other adventurers first." Ah, there are also three other people, right? That's indeed right. Teamwork is important, after all. Well, it sure would be troublesome if they're people with utterly high pride, but when the time comes to it, I'd simply activate my "Eerie Constitution". Such people won't understand it unless they experience painful experience first, after all. I say so to Mia-chan, and float a faint smile. Honestly speaking, I'm pretty indebted toward her, after all, so I have to properly give her my gratitude. In doing so, Mia-chan floats a somewhat surprised expression, and blanking for a while before replying at me. "Eh? Ah... yes, for me, it was also a fun time, the guild when you were around. Please be-- have a nice trip." She says the usual word when she sends me out, but this time, I feel a somewhat deeper meaning in it. * * * Today, I felt like the sight was slightly different. It was only been several years ever since I started working as a receptionist in this guild. Day by day, I'd used to smile to every adventurers-sama whenever they took a request, processed the procedure and finally sent them off. I never thought such daily as a boring life. The salary was also considerably good, my coworkers and juniors were also all good people. However, even amidst such daily life, as expected there was something I couldn't get used to. Adventurer was, a job that put their lives on the line to fought against magical beast, therefore, the amount of adventurers who accepted a request but got killed in the process and didn't returned wasn't small. Among them, the time when the adventurers who accepted the request through me were dead, as expected it felt a bit hard for me. It was hard to accept the fact that the people who still alive and had a chat with me just a few days ago were suddenly died. There were also receptionists who resigned when they experienced such feeling, after all. That was why, the moment Kitsune-sama started to work as an adventurer at this guild, I thought that there was no adventurer who could put me at relief as he did. Because he was an H rank, he couldn't take any dangerous request. I thought that with that he wouldn't suddenly die. He even didn't have any intention to raise his rank, I had a great relive knowing that he didn't have any attachment toward status. However, someday, Kitsune-sama suddenly decided to take a subjugation request. Because Finia-sama had become an F rank adventurer. Their targets were nothing but small fries, but, since there was also the case about "Red Night", so the sense of anxiety that I never felt about him before was painting over my sense of security about him. Because I was a receptionist, I had to propose a rank up trial to him. Because I had an obligation to propose it to any adventurers who I deemed their ability were above their current rank, after all. And when I proposed it while hoping that he'd refuse it, he casually refused it. Just a bit, my sense of security was returned. However, around a week after he first defeated those small fries, he went on subjugating an E rank magical beast, "Arachne". At that time, from the bottom of my heart, I felt that I didn't want him to go. Or, he could go, but please don't die, or so I thought. I never thought such a thing even once to any adventurers who came and talked to me. If they died then I'd only think that it couldn't be helped, because I'd always sent them off with a half resignation, after all. Perhaps, that was why, I came to an awareness that Kitsune-sama was someone who was a bit special for me. That day, while doing my work, I kept on praying for Kitsune-sama's safety. Perhaps I looked absent-minded, so some adventurers came and calling out to me with a somewhat worried expression, but I didn't remember how I answered them in return. And then, the moment I saw Kitsune-sama returned safely while floating his usual faint smile, I felt a great relief at my heart. I was somewhat surprised that the C rank adventurer, Leila Vermilion, was together with him, so I tried to act as usual to hide my surprise, but I was really happy that Kitsune-sama returned safely. And then, that day, while sending off Kitsune-sama went home, I understood it. Perhaps, for me, he was someone akin to a little brother. I thought him as a little brother who tended to cause worry to me. Compared to any other adventurers, his body was small, baby-faced, and having such childish personality, perhaps that was why I thought him as such. At least, I was sure that it wasn't a romantic feeling. That was why, at the next day when Kitsune-sama accepted a guarding request to left this country, I couldn't completely accept that reality. No, perhaps pretending to didn't notice it would be more precise. Looking at his usual faint smile, I exchanged a conversation with him as I usually did. Rather than the fact that Leila-sama hair was changed into white and her eyes into red, I felt a bit more irritated upon looking her wearing Kitsune-sama's clothes delightfully. And then, when I finished the request acceptance procedure and sending him off, he said such. At that word, I finally realized it. The fact that Kitsune-sama would disappear from my daily life. I spontaneously got dumbfounded, for a moment my head went blank. However, I was a receptionist, sending off adventurer was my job. It was still the same even if it was Kitsune-sama whom I was arbitrarily thought as my little brother. Even if his destination was the survival of the fittest country, Grandile kingdom, I couldn't stop him. Thinking so, I swallowed that thought down again. And then, I was somehow able to squeeze out some words. Please, please don't die, please stay safe, while wishing so. "...yes, for me, it was also a fun time, the guild when you were around. Please be-- have a nice trip." The usual sending off word. But, I felt like today's 'have a nice trip' was filled with a feeling that it never had before. Have a nice trip, I prayed for his safety so that he could return here again. At that time, I felt like I sent him off while floating a genuine smile at my face.
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ใ€Œใ™ใ„ใพใ›ใƒผใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ไปŠๅ‡บใ‚‹โ€•โ€•โ€•ใฆ......ใฏใฏใฏใ€ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใถใ‚Šใ ใชใ€ใใคใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ไน…ใ—ใถใ‚Šใ€‚ๅ€Ÿใ‚ŠใฆใŸใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ—ใซใใŸใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ไน…ใ—ใถใ‚Š! ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใ ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ‘ใฆๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้ก”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚„ๅฆใ‚„็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆไน…ใ€…ใซไผšใˆใŸใ“ใจใ‚’ๅ–œใณใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸๅฐใ•ใชๆ‰‹ใฎๅนณใซ่‡ช่บซใฎๆ‰‹ใฎๅนณใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ€ใƒใ‚คใ‚ฟใƒƒใƒใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅพ…ใฃใฆใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚็ซ‹ใก่ฉฑใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅ…ฅใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚้ ๆ…ฎใชใใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒๆ‰‰ใ‚’ๅ…จ้–‹ใซใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใ‚’่ฟŽใˆๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่‚ฉใซไน—ใ›ใฆ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใซ่ธใฟๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ€‚ ไธญใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ€Ÿใ‚Šใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ƒจๅฑ‹ใจๅŒใ˜้–“ๅ–ใ‚Šใงใ€ไปฅๅ‰่ตทใใŸๆ™‚ใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใŸๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใจๅŒใ˜ใชใฎใซใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ๆ‡ใ‹ใ—ใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใใฃใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใŸๆค…ๅญใซๅบงใ‚Šใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ใƒ™ใƒƒใƒ‰ใซ่…ฐๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€้…ใ‚ŒใŸใ‘ใฉ......ๆ”นใ‚ใฆใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใฉใ†ใ„ใŸใ—ใพใ—ใฆใ€‚ๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใใ†ใงไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใ‹ใ‚‰็”จๆ„ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้Š€่ฒจใ‚’3ๆžšๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซๆ‰‹ๆธกใ™ใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ๆ‡ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ไธ€ๅฎฟไธ€้ฃฏใฎๆฉ็พฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใง่ฟ”ใ›ใŸใจใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅ€Ÿใ‚ŠใŸใŠ้‡‘ใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ“ใจใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ๅนพๅˆ†ๆฐ—ๆฅฝใซใชใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใใ‚“ใชไบŒไบบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใซใ“ใซใ“ใจๅ‘ๆ—ฅ่‘ตใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ฌ‘้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ้Šใผใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œๆญคๅ‡ฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใšใฃใจไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏๆฏๆŠœใใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚่ช˜ใŠใ†ใฃใฆ่ฉฑใซใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚......ใใ†ใ‹ใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ—ๅ›ฐใฃใŸใช......็งใฏใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰่จ“็ทดใซ่กŒใ“ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใŒ......ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’่ช˜ใฃใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ ใŒใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ้ƒฝๅˆใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใใฎๅงฟใฏๅค–ๅ‡บใ™ใ‚‹ๆ ผๅฅฝใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ่…ฐใซใฏๆœ€ๅˆใซไผšใฃใŸๆ™‚ใซๆก”้Ÿณใฎ็›ฎใ‚’ๆƒนใ„ใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆใ’ใฆใ€่‚ฉใซใฏๅฐใ•ใ‚ใฎ้ž„ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใๆ•‘ๆ€ฅ็ฎฑใฎๆง˜ใซๅŒป็™‚้“ๅ…ทใŒๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใงใฏ้Šใณใซ่กŒใใฎใฏ็„ก็†ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๅˆคๆ–ญใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใฎไบˆๅฎšใ‚’็‹‚ใ‚ใ›ใฆใพใงใ€็„ก็†ใซ้Šใณใซ้€ฃใ‚Œๅ‡บใใ†ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚่จ“็ทดใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใฃใฆ่ฒฐใˆใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“!ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใใ†ๆๆกˆใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚‚็›ฎใ‚’ไธธใใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใŠๆง‹ใ„ใชใ—ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ่ƒธใ‚’ๅผตใฃใฆๅๆกˆใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใšใฃใจใŠๆ‰‹ไผใ„ใฐใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใงๅ…จ็„ถๅผทใใชใฃใฆใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“! ใ“ใฎๆฉŸไผšใซๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏไฟฎ่กŒใ—ใŸใปใ†ใŒใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅฐคใ‚‚ใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆฃฎใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ไปฅ้™ใ€ๅ…จใใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฏใพใ 4ใฎใพใพใ ใ€‚้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆญปใชใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใฏใฟใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใใฎๅŠชๅŠ›ใฏใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅฏ†ใ‹ใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:็”ท Lv4 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:40 ่€ๆ€ง:180 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:20 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Ž็—›่ฆš็„กๅŠนLv1ใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใ€Ž็•ฐไธ–็•Œ่จ€่ชž็ฟป่จณใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ใ€Žๅจๅœงใ€ใ€Ž่‡จๆญปไฝ“้จ“ใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€Žไธๅฑˆใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ…จใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซ่ฃœๆญฃใŒๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒ็„กใ„้€šๅธธๆ™‚ใฏ่€ๆ€งใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นไปฅๅค–ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ—ใฆๅฟƒ่จฑ็„กใ„ๆ•ฐๅ€คใ ใ€‚ใใ“ใงใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚‚่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv11(โ†‘8UP) ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:310 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:540 ๆ•ๆท:430 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž็‰‡ๆƒณใ„ใฎๅฆ–็ฒพใ€ ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซ:ใ€Žๅ…‰้ญ”ๆณ•Lv3ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๅ›žๅพฉLv4(โ†‘2UP)ใ€ใ€Žๆฒป็™’้ญ”ๆณ•Lv3ใ€ใ€Ž็ซ้ญ”ๆณ•Lv4(โ†‘1UP)ใ€ใ€Ž่บซไฝ“ๅผทๅŒ–Lv1(NEW!)ใ€ PTใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผ:โ—Ž่–™ๅˆ€ๆก”้Ÿณ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏๆœ€ๅพŒใซ่ฆ‹ใŸๆ™‚ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ‘ไธŠใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚้ญ”ๅŠ›ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใชใฉไปฅๅ‰ใฎๅ€ไปฅไธŠใซใพใง่†จใ‚ŒไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”ๅŠ›ๅ›žๅพฉLv4ใ€ใซใ€Ž็ซ้ญ”ๆณ•Lv4ใ€ใจใฏใ€ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใพใงๅ‘ไธŠใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ๆ›ดใซๆ–ฐใŸใชใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ‚’ๅข—ใ‚„ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๆก”้Ÿณใจ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ…ฑใซใ—ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“้›ขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸ็ญˆใ€‚ใชใฎใซไฝ•ๆ•…ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚‚ไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ้ก”ใ‚’้ฉšใ„ใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใƒ‰ใƒค้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฏ็ก็œ ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใฏใ“ใฃใใ‚Š้ญ”ๅŠ›ใ‚’็ทดใฃใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅค–ใฎ็‹ผ้”ใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซไฟฎ่กŒใ—ใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡......ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€้ง„็›ฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใใ‚“ใชๅฑใชใ„ใ“ใจใ—ใกใ‚ƒใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚“ใชใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใซ็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅˆฅใซๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅฏใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใซใ€Ž้ญ”็ฃใจๆˆฆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒ่จฑใ›ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ฝใจใ™ใ“ใจใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œไธ‡ใŒไธ€ใ‚ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใซ้ญใฃใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ? ใ‚‚ใ†ใใ‚“ใชๅฑใชใ„ใ“ใจใ—ใชใ„ใงใญใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚“......ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใชใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’ๅฑใฃใŸใ€‚ๆฃฎใฎไธญใงๅ‡บไผšใ„ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใพใงใšใฃใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ„ใŸใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒŠใƒผใ ใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ‚Šใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆ—ฅใซใฏ็ซ‹ใก็›ดใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใ™ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๆ‰€ใงๅฑ้™บใชใ“ใจใฏใ—ใฆๆฌฒใ—ใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๅ‡„ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹! ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚‚ๅคงๅน…ใซไธŠใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹! ้ ผใ‚‚ใ—ใ„ใญ!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ......ใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚“! ไปปใ›ใฆ! ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใฏ็งใŒ่ญทใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใ ใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ็ด ็›ดใซ่ฌใฃใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่จฑใ—ใ€ใใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ค’ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅ็œใ™ใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใงใ„ใ„ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ็‚บใซ้ ‘ๅผตใฃใฆใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸใ“ใจใฏๆ„Ÿ่ฌใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใฎใ“ใจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใใ†ใ ใญ......ใ“ใฎใพใพใ˜ใ‚ƒใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใ‚‚็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‹ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ—......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’็งปๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใซใใ‚‡ใจใ‚“ใจ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใ†ใ ใญ......ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚่จ“็ทดใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆ่กŒใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใช? ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐใ€ใงใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆ่กŒใ‹ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†่‡ช่บซใฎๅผทๅŒ–ใ‚’่กŒใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏๅฝ“ๅˆ†ใชใ„ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่บซใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่ญทใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใปใ†ใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•ŒใฏใŸใ ใงใ•ใˆใ€ไบบใฎๅ‘ฝใŒ็ฐกๅ˜ใซๅคฑใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไธ–็•Œใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ้กŽใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚Šใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ€ๆกˆใ—ใŸๅพŒ็ต่ซ–ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏ็งๅ€‹ไบบใฎ่จ“็ทดใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏๅ›ฝใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆญฉใ„ใŸ่‰ๅŽŸใ ใ€‚ๆ˜ผ้–“ใฏใ‚ใใ“ใซใ€ๆฃฎใซไฝใ‚ใชใ„้‡Ž็”Ÿใฎ้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใŒใ†ใ‚ใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ใใ„ใคใ‚‰ใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ˆใซ่กŒใฃใฆๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใงๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใจ่‰ฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ“ใฎใพใพใง่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ‚“ใชๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ™ใฃใจ็›ฎใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ใใคใญใ€‚้›‘้ญšใจใฏใ„ใˆๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚็„กใ—ใซ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ›ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€ใตใ–ใ‘ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใใ†ใ‹ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏๆญฆๅ™จใชใ‚“ใฆๆŒใค็ฟ’ๆ…ฃใ‚‚็„กใ‹ใฃใŸๆ•…ใซใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’ใ™ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ใฎใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚„้จŽๅฃซใ€ใ ใŒใใฎ็‚บใซใฏๆญฆๅ™จใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใŒๆก”้ŸณใŒๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใจใ„ใˆใฐใ€ๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็”จๆ„ใ—ใฆใ„ใใ‚ˆใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—่€ƒใˆใฆใ€ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ้ ทใๆก”้Ÿณใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใ‚‚ๅŒๆง˜ใซ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจๅ…ฑใซ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใŸใ€‚้ตใ‚’้–‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใคใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใพใŸใ‚ใจใงใญใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏ้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚Šใฆ่กŒใใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใธใจๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ใ•ใฆใ€ๅ›ฐใฃใŸใ€‚ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจ่จ“็ทดใซ่กŒใใ“ใจใ‚’ๆฑบใ‚ใŸใฏใ„ใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€้ญ”็ฃ่จŽไผใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ไบˆๅฎšใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญฆๅ™จใชใ‚“ใฆ่ฒทใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚่€ƒใˆใฆใฟใ‚Œใฐๅƒ•ใ ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใ€ๆญฆๅ™จๆŒใฃใฆใชใ„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใจใ‹ใ€‚ ๆฃฎใงใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ้ญ”ๆณ•ใถใฃๆ”พใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ๆญฆๅ™จใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€่œ‚ใฏ่ธใฟใคใถใ›ใฐๆญปใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€็‹ผใฏ็ด ็›ดใซๆ’ค้€€ใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ......ๅ…จใ่€ƒใˆใซใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆŒใฃใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฎš็•ชใชใฎใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅ‰ฃใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใ„ใใชใ‚Šๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆฎบใ™็‚บใซไฝฟใ„ใ“ใชใ›ใ‚‹ๅฅดใชใ‚“ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใฎใฏๅฐ่ชฌใฎใ‚„ๆผซ็”ปใฎไธญใ ใ‘ใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใพใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ไปฅๅค–ใชใซใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎใƒใƒผใƒˆใ‚„็‰นๅ…ธ็š„ใชๅŠ›ใ‚’็ฒๅพ—ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ? ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใใ†่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€่จ“็ทดใฎ็‚บใซใฏใพใๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒ่จฑใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅนธใ„ใชใ“ใจใซใ€ๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใฏๅ…ฅๅฃใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†้€”ไธญใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ๆ‰‹้ ƒใชใฎใ‚’่ฒทใŠใ†ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€่ฒทใŠใ†ใ€‚ๅฎ‰ใใฆๅƒ•ใงใ‚‚ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ๅฅดใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใŠ! ใ‚„ใฃใจใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆŒใคใ‚“ใ ใญ! ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚‰ใ—ใใชใฃใฆใใŸใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œ็จผใ„ใ ใŠ้‡‘ใ‚‚ๅคงๅˆ†ๆบœใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใฎไธ€ๆœฌใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏ่ฒทใˆใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšไปŠใพใง็จผใ„ใ ้‡‘ใ‚’ใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใฎไธญใซ่ฉฐใ‚่พผใ‚“ใงใ€้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚้šŽๆฎตใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚Šใฆ่กŒใ‘ใฐใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€้€ฑ้–“ไธ–่ฉฑใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฅณๅฐ†ใ•ใ‚“ใจ็›ฎใŒๅˆใฃใŸใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซๅฅณๅฐ†ใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ€ใพใŸๅ‡บใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ„?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่จ“็ทดใซใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ‹ใ„ใ€ๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ๆญคๅ‡ฆไธ€้€ฑ้–“ใงใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉใ•ใ‚“ใจใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใ‚‹้–“ๆŸ„ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ไปŠใงใฏๆŒจๆ‹ถๆททใ˜ใ‚Šใซ้›‘่ซ‡ใ™ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใซใฏ่ฆชใ—ใใชใฃใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใงใฏๅ‘จๅ›ฒใฎ็š†ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ่ฆชใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใใ™ใใฃใŸใ„ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใฃใฆใใพใƒผใ™!ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใฏใ„ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‰ใฃใ—ใ‚ƒใ„ใ€ ๆจชใงใถใ‚“ใถใ‚“ใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚็›ธใ‚‚ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใš่ณ‘ใ‚„ใ‹ใช่ก—ไธฆใฟใ ใชใใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆ„Ÿๅ‚ท็š„ใซใชใฃใŸๆ‰€ใงใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅพ…ใŸใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ—ฉใๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ“ใจใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ใฎใฃใฆใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ‡ใ€ ๅ…ƒใฎไธ–็•Œใซๅธฐใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏๆ–‡ๅญ—ใซใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็ฐกๅ˜ใ€่จ€่‘‰ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚็ฐกๅ˜ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎŸ็พใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ๆœฌๆฅใ€ๆญฉใ„ใŸใ‚Š่ˆนใซไน—ใฃใŸใ‚Š้ฃ›่กŒๆฉŸใซไน—ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆ็งปๅ‹•ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ไธ–็•Œใ‚’่ถŠใˆใฆใ€ๅˆฅใฎไธ–็•Œใซ่กŒใใชใ‚“ใฆใ€ๅ…จใๆ–นๆณ•ใŒๆ€ใ„ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ€Ž้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใƒ•ใ‚กใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚ธใƒผใชไปฃ็‰ฉใ€‚ๅฌๅ–š้ญ”ๆณ•ใฟใŸใ„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€้€้‚„้ญ”ๆณ•ใ ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ญ”ๆณ•ใซใฏ่ฉณใ—ใใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใพใšใฏใใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝ“ใŸใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ! ๆŽขใ›ใฐใใฃใจ!ใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚‚ใใ‚“ใชๆ–นๆณ•ใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰? ใ—ใŠใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซไผšใ†ๆ–นๆณ•ใŒ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰? ใใ†่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซ็”Ÿใใ‚‹็†็”ฑใŒ็„กใใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ......ๅคงใใชไธๅฎ‰ใ ใ€‚ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎไธๅฎ‰ใฏๅ…จใๆ™ดใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎ็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ€–ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใชใ‚“ใฆไฝ•ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฐใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใฏ็„ก็†ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ ใญใ€ ไปŠๆฐ—ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ไป•ๆ–นใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚่€ƒใˆใชใ„ใงใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใซ็€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๅค‰ใˆใฆ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ„ใ‚ˆใƒผ!ใ€ ๅบ—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆๅฃฐใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅบ—ใฎๅฅฅใ‹ใ‚‰้‡Žๅคชใ„ๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—ๅพ…ใคใจใ€ๅฐใ•ใชใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎ่…ฐใปใฉใฎ่บซ้•ทใชใฎใซใ€้ก”ใฏๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้šๅˆ†ๅนดไธŠใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใฃใฆ็จฎๆ—ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€‚็‰ฉไฝœใ‚ŠใŒๅพ—ๆ„ใงใ€ๆญฆๅ™จๅฑ‹ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆใฎใฏใพใๅฐ่ฑก้€šใ‚Šใ‹ใชใ€‚ ใ€Œๅพ…ใŸใ›ใŸใชใ€ไฝ•ใฎ็”จใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’่ฒทใ„ใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ๅฎ‰ใใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใงใ‚‚ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใ‚„ใƒŠใ‚คใƒ•ใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใปใ‰......ใใฎใƒŠใƒชใงๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใŠใ†ใฃใฆใ‹ใ€้šๅˆ†ใจ่บซใฎ็จ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใชใ‚ฌใ‚ญใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใชใ€ ใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใฏๅƒ•ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹่€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ไบบ้–“ใซใคใ„ใฆใ€่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚้ ทใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ€ใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใฏๅƒ•ใ‚’่บซใฎ็จ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใจ่ฉ•ไพกใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใงๆญฆๅ™จใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ? ้ŠใณใงๆŒใกใŸใ„ใฃใฆใ‚“ใชใ‚‰ๅธฐใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ณใ‚คใƒ„ใ‚‰ใฏ้Šใณใงๆฌฒใ—ใŒใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไฝŽไฟ—ใชๅ“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฅตใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ€ๆŽขใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็žณใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆœฌๆฐ—ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใงใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆฌฒใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€็ขบใ‹ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใงใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏๅ…จใฆๅŒใ˜็›ฎ็š„ใฎไธ‹ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•็†ๅฟตใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ใคใฎ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็ญ”ใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆŒใค็†็”ฑใฏใ€ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ใใฎ็œผใ€ๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใ‡ใฟใฆใ‡ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆญปใฌใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚็”Ÿใใชใ„ใจใชใ‚‰ใชใ„็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ‹ใ„ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใฎ็œผใ‚’ใฟใ‚Šใ‚ƒๆœฌๆฐ—ใชใฎใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฟใฆใ‡ใชใฒใ‚‡ใ‚ใฃใกใƒ่บซไฝ“ใงๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใฃใคใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅคงใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใ‚“ใฏใญใ‡ใž?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใซใฏๆญฆๅ™จใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใฏๆ€ๆกˆ้ก”ใงๆ•ฐ็ง’่€ƒใˆใŸๅพŒใ€ไธ€ๆœฌใฎๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅ‰ฃใจใ„ใ†ใซใฏ็Ÿญใใ€40cmใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎๅฐๅ‰ฃใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ„ใคใฏๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„็ญ‹ๅŠ›ใง็”ทใซๅŠฃใ‚‹ไธ€่ˆฌใฎๅฅณใงใ‚‚ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ“ใใ“้ ‘ไธˆใซๅ‡บๆฅใฆใฃใ‹ใ‚‰่บซใ‚’่ญทใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใฎใ“ใจใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ€ ้Š€่ฒจ10ๆžšใจใฏ็ตๆง‹้ซ˜ใใคใ„ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ‰•ใˆใชใ„้กใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒใ‚ฑใƒƒใƒˆใ‹ใ‚‰้Š€่ฒจใ‚’10ๆžšๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€ใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใซๆธกใ—ใŸใ€‚ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‘ฝใ‚’็‹ฉใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚‹็‚บใฎๆญฆๅ™จใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ๆœฌๆฅใฎ้‡ใฟใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—้‡ใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ‰‹ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŒๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‚‰ๆŒใฃใฆใ“ใ„ใ€ๆ‰‹ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใจใ“ใ‚ใง่ฒดๆ–นใฎๅๅ‰ใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚“? ไฟบใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆใฎ้€šใ‚Šใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใฎใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใ ใ€ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎใใคใญใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใŒ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ†…ใฏใชใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฏ่‡ช็”ฑใฎไบบใ€ๆ•…ใซใ„ใคๆญปใฌใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้ ทใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆญปใชใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใฏใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใ ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๆญปใฌใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใชใ‚“ใฆใ•ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ•ใฆใ€ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ“ใจใ ใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ‰€ใซ่กŒใใจใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€‚ๅบ—ใ‚’ๅ‡บใฆใ€ๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’ใƒ™ใƒซใƒˆใฎไป˜ใ„ใŸ้ž˜ใซๅŽใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰่…ฐใซๆใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ‹้™ใ‹ใ ใฃใŸใญใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใ‹้ก”ใฏๆธ‹ใ„ใฎใซ่บซไฝ“ใฏๅฐใ•ใ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใกใใฏใใชๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ€–ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ€ ใ€Œใ‚......ใใ†ใ€ ๆ„ๅค–ใซใ‚‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใƒ‰ใƒฏใƒผใƒ•ใŒ่‹ฆๆ‰‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
[Excuse me~] [Aah, I'll come out now------eh......Hahaha, it's been a week now, Kitsune] [Yep, glad to see you again. We came here to return the money we borrowed] [I'm glad to see you again Rishe! Have you been alright?] Rishe who opened the door and came out made a smile as soon as the face of Kitsune was seen. And after they exchanged their words of greeting for a long time, Finia took out her small hand while matching it up with Rishe and thye both exchanged a High touch. (TLN: Original word is High touch so I'll leave it at that but it's high five.) [Yeah, I've been waiting for you. Talking while standing here is a little bit.., so let's go inside] [Then I shall excuse myself] Rishe opened the door wide and invited Kitsune inside. Kitsune placed Finia on his shoulder and stepped inside the room. The room had the same arrangement as the one Kitsune is also using, and there was the spectacle seen while he woke up from before. Though it was the same as their room, but there was this feeling of nostalgia, maybe because Rishe was there. Kitsune sat on the chair that Rishe presented while Rishe also sat on the bed. [Then, though it's already late......For the second time, thank you for saving us] [Ah, my pleasure. I'm glad that you two are energetic] Kitsune took out 3 silver coins that he prepared in his pocket and handed it over to Rishe. Rishe receives it and put it in her bosom Obligation incurred through accepting hospitality, though she didn't think that the money wouldn't be returned already, but since the money was able to be returned, Kitsune seems to have become eased somewhat too. Finia who sees those two like that made a smile like a sunflower. [And, though I thought I would come over to play with Rishe-chan] [We easily handled requests continuously for a week like this, so we thought that we would take a break for today. So it became a talk where we should ask Rishe-chan to join us] [A-, ahh......is that so, but this is troubling......I was thinking of training later though......] Though Rishe is being invited by Kitsune, Rishe seems to be busy. She's also wearing clothes like she's gonna go out for a while when looking at her. The eyes of Kitsune was attracted to those hips that had a sword attached to it the first time they met and a small bag is worn on her shoulder. It's most likely a first aid kit with medical treatment tools inside of it. It looks like it would be impossible for her to come and play. Kitsune judged so. To make her original schedule a mess, he thought that he should forcibly take her out to play. [Then you just have to take Kitsune with you in training!] However, Finia proposed it so like that at that time. Kitsune and Rishe were both astonished. However, Finia didn't care and continued to stick out he chest like she's implying that it's a good idea. [Kitsune-san hasn't tremendously strengthened at all from all the one whole week of helping!You should train a bit with this chance!] What Finia said is quite right. After Kitsune ran away from the forest last time, he didn't raise a single level at all. Therefore his level is still at 4. I should raise my defense power to the extent of me not dying, is what he said but he didn't even make any effort on doing it. Kitsune listened to the words of Finia and secretly invoked {Status Judgement} on himself. Name: Naginata Kitsune Gender: Male Lv4 Strength: 40 Resilience: 135 Magic: 5200 Title:{Other World Person} Skill:{Pain null Lv1} {Eerie Constitution} {Different global language translation} {Status Judgement} {Fortitude} {Overpowering} {Near death experience} When the skill {Fortitude} is invoked, though the coercion enters to all throughout the status, time is usually a numerical value that adventurers are anxious about excluding the status of the tolerance in which it is not. Name: Finia Gender: Female Lv11(|8UP) Strength: 310 Stamina: 540 Dexterity: 430 Title: {Fairy of Unrequited love} Skill:{Light Magic Lv3} {Magic recovery Lv4(|2UP)} {Healing magic Lv3} {Flame Magic Lv4(|1UP)} {Body StrengtheningLv1(NEW!)} PT Member: *Naginata Kitsune Finia's status has improved from the last time I saw it. The ability level of her Magic is now twice or more from the previous one. Moreover, her {Magic Recovery Lv4} and{Flame magic Lv4} skills have gone up a level. Furthermore, a new skill has been added to her. Finia basically participated with Kitsune's action, and she shouldn't have had any time to be apart from him in this whole week. Nevertheless why has her level and ability level gone up? Kitsune can be seen with a shocked expression while looking at Finia. Then, Finia has who noticed such a Kitsune made a confused face and opened her mouth. [It's because I don't need sleep! While Kitsune-san was asleep, I quietly polished up my magic and trained with the wolves as my opponent outside!] [I see......Finia-chan, you shouldn't do those kind of dangerous things] However, Kitsune hid his eyebrow from the action of Finia. It's not like getting stronger is wrong. However, Finia saying that {I fought against monsters} while he was sleeping is what he couldn't forgive. If she became careless, her life might be the price at that stake. [What would you do if by chance you encountered that monster? Don't do something reckless like that again] (TLN: Kitsune talking about Miasma monster....which is my love) [Ye-, yes......I'm sorry] That is why Kitsune scolded Finia. They met in the forest, has been partners for a long time till now, and if she's gone then it would become impossible for him to get back on his feet. For that reason, he didn't want her to go to a place he didn't know and do something dangerous. [Yes, however isn't that great! Your level and ability level has greatly grown! You sure are reliable!] [Eh......Y-, yes! Leave it to me! Because I'll protect Kitsune myself!] However, Kitsune forgave Finia who has obediently apologized and praised her status. It is alright if you will reflect on it, and he should be grateful for her hard work in raising her status for him. That is what he thought of. [However that is so......I'll be asking Finia's help forever if this continues......] Kitsune moved his glance from Finia to Rishe. Rishe inclined her neck in response to Kitsune's gaze with a sound of *Kyoton*. [Yeah, that is so......Rishe-chan, Is it possible for you to take me with you in your training? If it's possible, that is.] Kitsune decided to get stronger so he wouldn't rely on Finia too much. Though he didn't have the will to raise his adventurer ranking for now, but it would be better if becomes someone who can protect one's own body. This world isn't simple since this is a world where one can easily lose their life. Then, Rishe places her hand on her chin, and she gave her answer after thinking for a while. [Okay, I understand. Since today is just training by myself, then it's alright] [Thank you, Rishe-chan] [The place will be the meadows outside from the entrance of this country so it will be a bit of a walk. In the daytime, the small fry monsters loiter around the forest, so they shall be our opponents is what I've thought. I'll be going now so I'll meet you at the entrance I said a while ago so it's alright if you prepare first] [Eh, though I'm already alright as I am right now] Kitsune says those words to Rishe. However, Rishe abruptly narrowed her eyes on Kitsune who said such words. [What are you saying, Kitsune. Even if I say they're small fry but it's impossible to defeat them without a weapon, are you kidding me?] [Ah, Incidentally that is so] Since Kitsune's past world didn't have a custom of bringing a weapon with them, he completely forgot the existence of the thing called weapons. Knights and Adventurers are the ones who defeats monsters, but weapons are needed for that to happen. However if one says a weapon that Kitsune has then it was a broken knife. [......I understand, then I'll go prepare myself now] Kitsune thought for a second and said so. Rishe looked and nods in agreement to Kitsune then she stood up. Kitsune identically stood up, and went out of the room with Rishe. Seeing Rishe as she closed the door with a key, Kitsune headed over to his room. [Bye, I'll be seeing you later] Rishe went downstairs while Kitsune entered his room. * * * Well, this is a problem. Though deciding to go with Rishe's training is alright already, but he didn't buy any equipment since he thought that he would be getting monster subjugation requests. It's not only him if one thinks about it, an adventurer without weapons for example. Since Finia-chan used her magic in the forest then he didn't need a weapon, the bee died from being stepped and crushed , and the wolves obediently withdrew though......So he didn't think about it at all. To begin with, he didn't posses any weapon. Since staple wise would be a sword as he though so, but it's impossible to be a master the act of killing with a sword so suddenly. That's only a story that happens in novels and manga you know. Moreover, he didn't have or obtained any cheat or special power other than {Status Judgement} . [What should we do? Kitsune-san] Though he hears Finia saying so, well if he doesn't have any weapon then Rishe won't permit him to join her training. Fortunately, there was a weapon shop on the way to the entrance, so he thought of buying something handy. [Yep, Let's go and buy. Something than even a weak person like me can handle] [Ohh! Kitsune-san will finally posses a weapon! You'll become a true adventurer now!] [There's still some of our earned money, We should be able to purchase at least one weapon] He placed the money they earned in his pocket for the time being and they went out of the room. His eyes matched with the landlady who they were indebted to for a whole week now when they went downstairs. It seems like the landlady's name is Eira-san by the way. [Oh, Are you going out again?] [Yes, I'll be having a little training with Rishe-chan] [I see, You should be careful okay?] He got acquainted with Eira-san for a whole week in the conduct of oneself. He thought that they became intimate to the extent of having idle chats and giving greetings now. Since he was disliked by the people surrounding him, he felt a little bit embarrassed that there was a person he got intimate with. [Yes] [We'll be going now!] [Okay okay, goodbye to you too Finia-chan] I took Finia-chan who was waving her hand and went out of the inn. The street wasn't different at all and it was still lively. I was sentimentalizing in that place a bit, but I should make Rishe-chan wait too much. I should face the weapon shop early . [Hey Finia-chan] [What should I do to go back to my past world is what I thought about] To return to my past world. if it is made into a letter then it's easy, and it's also easy to make it to words, but, it wasn't easy to achieve. Originally, It's not a place that you can walk to, ride a ship to or ride a plane to reach. To cross from world to go to another world, I can't think of anything that I can do to do that. If there was a possibility, then that thing would be Finia's {Magic} which was like a fantasy thing. If there exist a thing such as summoning like magic, then a magic to send me back would exist. Though I'm not detailed in regards to magic, but should I focus on that first of all. [......It exists! We would surely find it if we search for it!] However, what if that way doesn't exist? What if the way to meet Shiori-chan doesn't exist? Though Finia-chan says so, this anxiety doesn't completely fade away. Because I have only exeperince that, though I didn't think that there was anything scary, but only this becomes impossible. [......It is so] There's no way even if I worry now. I'll just put this thinking away. [Ah, Kitsune-san! It's the weapon shop!] We arrived at the weapon store. Let's change the thing that I've been thinking. [Alright!] When we entered the shop and called for anyone with our voice, we heard a deep voice from the interior of the store. And after we've waited, a small old man came out. Though his height was the same as my waist, I can see that his face is more older than mine. Perhaps, he might be from the dwarf race. Since they're good at making things, then it's expected that he's in a weapon shop. [Kept you waiting, what is it that you need?] [I want to buy a weapon, I want a sword or a knife that can be swung even by a weak guy like me] [Hmmm......To want to swing a sword with such a weak body, you're a very arrogant kid huh] The dwarf said that unto me. Certainly, about the man who shall use the weapon made from the maker himself, I also nod since I understand when I see it. Perhaps that is what he meant when he said that I was arrogant in his evaluation. [You, why do you want a weapon? If you're gonna say that it's for playing then go home, these guys aren't vulgar things that can be played with as you wish] To such a dwarf, he tried to ascertain me, with his eyes that was like it was trying to look for my answer. In a serious meaning, do you really want a weapon, then I shall ascertain to that myself is what I understood. However, what I do in this world all falls under one purpose. This is the one and only guidepost of my action. That is why I answered. The reason for me to posses a weapon, That is all it is. [............Those eyes, you don't seem to be lying huh] [Of course, I cannot die here. There is a reason that won't happen if I don't live] [......I see, I have understood your seriousness from your eyes. However, to wield a sword with the looks of your weak body, I don't have anything great for you?] [It's fine, A weapon is necessary for me as of today] While saying so, after the dwarf had a thinking like look for a few seconds, he took out one sword. It was a short sword, A small sword of about 40cm. [This guy can be swung even by a comparatively inferior man or a normal female citizen. You'll be able to be a bit stronger and be able to defend your own body] [Then I want that] [Then with this] Even though 10 silver coins are expensive, it isn't an amount that I cannot pay. I took out 10 silver coins from my pocket, and handed it over to the dwarf. In exchange, I have received the small sword. Since it was a weapon for taking lives, it felt a little bit heavier than the original weight. [Come by again if it needs maintenance, then I'll repair it] [Alright, incidentally what is your name?] [Huh? I am dwarf Gran as you see] [I am Kitsune the adventurer, My best regards] [Yeah, Until your still alive though] An adventurer is a person of freedom, therefore the don't understand when they would die. That is why even if it were just words, I still nodded. It is good as long as he doesn't die. He doesn't have any thought at all to die after all. Well since he has obtained a weapon then he should be on his way to Rishe's place. He went outside of the store and placed the small sword he had inside the scabbard that was attached to his belt. [However you were quite quiet, Finia-chan] [......I was a bit scared of his mismatch feeling lke his face was mature but his body was small] [Ah......I see] Finia seems to be not good with dwarfs by the contrary.
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็™ฝใ„ๅง‰ๅพกใจ็™ฝใ„ไฝฟๅพ’ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€2ๆ—ฅใปใฉ้ฆฌ่ปŠใง่ตฐใฃใŸใ€‚่ก—ใพใงใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Š้ ใ„ไบ‹ใฏใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซๆ™‚้–“ใŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใใฎ้“ใฎใ‚Šใฏ้šๅˆ†ๆš‡ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซใ€่ก—ใพใงใฏใ‚ใจๅŠๆ—ฅใ‚‚่ตฐใฃใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ‘ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ไธ€ๅฟœใ€ใ“ใ“ใพใงใง้ญ”็ฃใ‚‚ๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅ‡บใ‚Œใฐใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใชใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใฎ็‚บใซใ‚‚ใ€้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใฏๅฝผๅฅณใซใ‚„ใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใ€‚ไปŠใฎๆ‰€ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒไธ€็•ชใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใŒ้…ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚็ฒพ็ฅž็š„ใชๅŽŸๅ› ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚„ใ‚Š็›ดใ›ใชใ„ใฎใฏ็—›ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใซไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆˆปใฃใฆใ‚‹่จณใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไป–ไบบใซใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใช? ใ‚‚ใ—ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚‚ๆœฌๆฅใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ›ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใชใใ€‚ ใพใใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅ›บๆœ‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใ€Žๅˆๅฟƒๆธกใ‚Šใ€ใฎ่ฉณ็ดฐใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅคšๅˆ†ใ“ใฎใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซ1ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ใฎใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ—…ใฎ้“ไธญใง่‰ฒใ‚“ใช่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆใฐใ€่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฆนใจไบŒไบบใงๅ…จๅŠ›้€ƒ่ตฐใ‚’็นฐใ‚Šๅบƒใ’ใŸใ‚Šใ€ๅทใงๆฐดๆตดใณใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ‚นใƒฉใ‚คใƒ ใซ็บใ‚ใ‚Šไป˜ใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚Šใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใจๅคงๅค‰ใช็›ฎใซ้ญใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใกใชใฟใซใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎใ‚นใƒฉใ‚คใƒ ใฏใ‚จใƒญใ„่กŒๅ‹•ใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆ™ฎ้€šใซใใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹้…ธใง่‚‰ใ‚’ๆบถใ‹ใ—ใฆ้คŠๅˆ†ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใจใฎใ“ใจใ€‚ใ†ใƒผใ‚“ใ€ๆฎ‹ๅฟตใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใงใ€ใ‚ใฎๅพŒใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“้”ใŒ่ตทใใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’็ดนไป‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใจใฃใคใใ‚„ใ™ใ„ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆ€งๆ ผไธŠใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚„ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฏ็ตๆง‹่ท้›ขใŒ่ฟ‘ใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒใ€็›ดใใซๅƒ•ใจๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฎ้–“ใซๅ‰ฒใ‚Šใ“ใ‚“ใง่…ฐใ‚’ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚้ ฌใ‚’่†จใ‚‰ใพใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใฎ่…•ใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่…•ใ‚’็ต„ใ‚“ใงใ€่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใช่ฆ–็ทšใงๅƒ•ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„ใใ‚“ใช็›ฎใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใ ใฃใฆๅƒ•ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆๆ‹ไบบใฃใฆ่จณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๅซ‰ๅฆฌใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใงใ€็พๅœจใ€‚ใใ‚Œไปฅๆฅใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใ€ๅƒ•้”ใจ่ท้›ขใฎ่ฟ‘ใ„ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใŒๅผทใ„ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŒๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ๅ˜ใซ่ท้›ขใŒ่ฟ‘ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅซ‰ๅฆฌใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใพใใฉใฃใกใ‚‚ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ไธ€ๅฟœๅงใ•ใ‚“ใซใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใจใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๆ‹ไบบใงใฏใชใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๅ›ฐใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใงใใ‚“ใชไธๆฉŸๅซŒใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใชใ„ใ€ใงใ‚‚ใชใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ‚‚ใ‚„ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎ!ใ€ ใ€Œใธใ‡ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจๅผ•ใฃไป˜ใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ้ง„็›ฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆš‡ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆฅใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅงใ•ใ‚“ใŒๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใšใฃใจใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ้šฃใซๅผ•ใฃไป˜ใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฃŸไบ‹ใ‚„ไผ‘ๆ†ฉใฎๆ™‚ใฏๆต็Ÿณใซ้›ขใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎ้–“ใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใจๅงใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใจใชใๆฐ—ๆŒใกใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉใ€้šๅˆ†ใจไบบ้–“ใ‚‰ใ—ใใชใฃใŸใชใ“ใฎๅญใ€‚ ใพใใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฎๆ–นใฏใใ‚“ใชใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใชใ‚“ใจใชใๅฏŸใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใจๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘่ท้›ขใ‚’็ฝฎใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใฏไธ€็ท’ใซๆ—…ใ™ใ‚‹ไปฒ้–“ใชใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€็„ก้ง„ใซไบ‹ใ‚’่’็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใฏใชใ„ใฃใฆใ“ใจใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ไธ€ใคใ—ใ‹้•ใ‚ใชใ„ใฎใซใ€้šๅˆ†ใจๅคงไบบใ ใ€‚ๆต็Ÿณๅง‰ๅพก่‚Œใ€‚ ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ใพใ ๅƒ•ใธใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ไธŠๆ‰‹ใ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ„ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏใ€ๅซ‰ๅฆฌใจใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚‚่‰ฏใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใพใ็ฐกๅ˜ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใชใ‚“ใ‹ๅซŒใชๅฅดใฃใฝใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใฃใฆใ€ๅ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎไบ‹ใŒๅฅฝใใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไป–ใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใจๅซ‰ๅฆฌใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใ„ใ ใ™็”ทใ€ใฉใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ? ๅ‡„ใ„ๅซŒใชๅฅดใฃใฝใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆ‹่ฉฑๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ๅ‹้”ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฏใใ€ ใพใใใ‚ŒใฏใŸใ ใฎ้ก˜ๆœ›ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„่จณใ ใ€‚้šฃใง้ ฌใ‚’่†จใ‚‰ใพใ›ใŸใพใพใฎใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆฉŸๅซŒใŒๅŽใพใ‚‹่จณใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใƒ•ใƒฉใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใƒผใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใ‚’ๆบœใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ“ใฎๅญใฎๅ ดๅˆๆšด่ตฐใ™ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅŽ„ไป‹ใ ใ‚ˆใชใๅ…จใใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใ‚ใจๅŠๆ—ฅใฏๆš‡ใชใ‚“ใ ใ—......ใปใ‚‰ใ€่†ๆž•ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฉŸๅซŒ็›ดใ—ใฆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๆœฌๅฝ“? ......ใ†ใตใตใฃโ™ชใ€ ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€่†ๆž•ใงๆฉŸๅซŒๅ–ใ‚Šใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒซใƒๅ…ฌ็ˆตใฎไธ€ไปถใฎๆ™‚ใจใ‹ใ€ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใŠๅฎˆใจใ‹ไปปใ›ใŸใ‘ใฉใ€็ตๅฑ€ใ‚ใฎๅพŒ่†ๆž•ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ—ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œไฝใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๅพก่ค’็พŽ็›ฎ็š„ใงใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€‚ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใตใ‚ใตใ‚ใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€็‰‡ๆ‰‹ใง็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎใŠๆ‰‹็Ž‰ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆš‡ใชๆ™‚้–“ใฏๅนพใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใงใ‚‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’็ฃจใ‹ใชใ„ใจใญใ€‚ ใ€Œไปฒ่‰ฏใ„ใชใใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚“? ใ‚ใ‚ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใ€ใพใใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏๆง‹ใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใชใ„ใจๅพŒใŒๆ€–ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใƒƒใƒใƒใ€่ฆช้›ขใ‚Œๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ๅญไพ›ใฟใŸใ„ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œใพใใ€ไปฅๅ‰ใฏใ‚‚ใฃใจใƒคใƒใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ใชใ‚“ใ›ไบบใ‚’้ฃŸในใ‚‹็‚บใซๅœฐใฎๆžœใฆใพใง่ฟฝใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ‹ขใ„ใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๅฑใ†ใๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใ ใฃใŸใ—ใ€‚ ใฆใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ‚Œใฆไป–ใฎๅฅณใฎๅญใจไป˜ใๅˆใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๆ™‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใฟใŸใ‘ใฉ......ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใพใš็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎๅฅณใฎๅญๆญปใฌใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใใฎๅพŒๅƒ•ใ‚‚ๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ—ใใ†......ๆ€–ใ„ใชใ‚‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใฃใจใƒคใƒใ‹ใฃใŸใฃใฆ......ใƒƒใƒใƒใƒ! ้šๅˆ†ใช็”˜ใˆใ‚“ๅŠใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ‚€ใ…......็งใฏใใ‚“ใชใซๅญไพ›ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆ? ใญใ€ใใคใญๅ›?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฃใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰! ๅฉใใช! ๅ›ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ๅŠ็ซฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅŒๆ„ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฃฐใซใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็œผใ‚’้€ธใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆฃ’่ชญใฟใง็™ฝใ€…ใ—ใ็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒไธๆบ€ใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹็„ก่จ€ใงๅฉใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚่ปฝใๅฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅ›ใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๅŠ›ใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่€ๆ€งๅ€คใ‚’ๅคงใใ่ถ…ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็ตๆง‹็—›ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใžใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใž! ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่…ฟใซ้ ญใ‚’ไน—ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚€ใใ‚Œใฆใใฃใฝใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ๆฉŸๅซŒๅ–ใ‚ŠใŒ้€†ใซๆฉŸๅซŒใ‚’ๆใญใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ใพใใ€้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€ใ“ใ‚ใฃใจๆฉŸๅซŒใŒ่‰ฏใใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ“ใฎๅญไพ›ใฏๅพก่€…ใฎใŠใ˜ใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅญไพ›ใ‹? ๆฏ่ฆชใฏ?ใ€ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๅงใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่ƒกๅใฎไธŠใซๅบงใ‚‹ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใใ†่žใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ2ๆ—ฅใงใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใซใ‚‚ๆ‡ใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใพใใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฏใ‹ใชใ‚ŠไบบๆŸ„ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ไบบใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅญไพ›ใซใ‚‚ๅฅฝใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใŒไป˜ใๅˆใ„้•ทใ„ใฎใซใ€่งฃใ›ใชใ„ใชใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซ่†ใฎไธŠใซไน—ใฃใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใชใใ€‚ๆ‰‹ใ‚’็น‹ใใ“ใจใใ‚‰ใ„ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ๅƒ•ใ€‚ใ„ใ‚„ใƒญใƒชใ‚ณใƒณใจใ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚ˆ? ๅฎˆๅ‚™็ฏ„ๅ›ฒๅบƒใ„ใ ใ‘ใงใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใƒ’ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒ‰ใ•ใ‚“ใฎๅจ˜ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆฏ่ฆชใฏไบกใใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใฃใ‹ใ€ใพใ ใกใฃใ•ใ„ใฎใซ็ฝ้›ฃใ ใฃใŸใชใใ€‚ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใ€ใ‹ใ€็ฌ‘้ก”ใฟใŸใ„ใง่‰ฏใ„ๅๅ‰ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใตใ‰ใ‚Šใ‚?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ•ใƒญใƒชใ‚ขใชใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅฅดใซใ‚‚ไผผๅˆใ„ใใ†ใ ใชใ€ใ“ใฎๅๅ‰ใ€ ใƒ‹ใ‚ณใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใฌใ„ใใ‚‹ใฟใฟใŸใ„ใซๆŠฑใ็ท ใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅฟซๆดปใซ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ๅญไพ›ใซใ‚‚ๅ„ชใ—ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ไฝ™่จˆ่‰ฏใ„ไบบใ ใชใใ€ใพใใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ“ใ†ใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฆนใ•ใ‚“ใฏๅ‡„ใ„ๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใชๅญใ ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใช? ๅง‰ใŒๅ„ชใ—ใ„ใจๅฆนใฏๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใซใชใ‚‹ใจใ‹ใฉใฃใ‹ใง่ชญใ‚“ใ ใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฆนใ•ใ‚“ใจไผšใ„ใŸใ„ๅบฆใŒใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไธ‹ใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใกใชใฟใซใใฎๅญๆป…่Œถ่‹ฆ่Œถๅ˜˜ๅใใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใญใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ? ใƒƒใƒใƒ! ใŠๅ‰ๅ˜˜ๅใใฎใ‹? ใกใฃใ•ใ„ใฎใซ่ณขใ„ใ‚“ใ ใช!ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅ˜˜ใชใ‚“ใฆๅใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€็ตถๅฏพๅ˜˜ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ไฝ•ใ€ๅƒ•ใซใ ใ‘ใชใฎ? ๅ˜˜ๅใใฎๅƒ•ใ ใ‘ใชใฎ? ่™ใ‚?ใ€ ใจใพใใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏ้ฆฌ่ปŠใซๆบใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅงใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ใ€ๆ—ฉใ€…ใซใ“ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใซ้ฆดๆŸ“ใ‚“ใงใ€็‰นใซใ“ใ‚Œใจใ„ใฃใŸ่„…ๅจใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅนณๅ’Œใชๆ—…่ทฏใ ใฃใŸใญใ€‚ใƒฌใ‚คใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆ€งๆ•™่‚ฒๆŽˆๆฅญใŒไธ€่‹ฆๅŠดใจ่จ€ใˆใฐไธ€่‹ฆๅŠดใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•้”ใฏๆฌกใชใ‚‹่ก—โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žใƒฉใ‚ฐใƒผใƒณใ€ใธใจ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใใ€‚ โ—‡ โ—‡ โ—‡ ไธ€ๆ–นใใฎ้ ƒโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅ‹‡่€…ไธ€่กŒใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใŒใƒฉใ‚ฐใƒผใƒณใธ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใๅ‰ๆ—ฅใซๆฌกใชใ‚‹่ก—ใธใจ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚่ก—ใฎๅๅ‰ใฏใ€Žใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒฉใƒณใ‚นใ€ใ€ๅทฅๆฅญ้ƒฝๅธ‚ใงใ‚ใ‚‹็›ฎ็š„ๅœฐใฎๅ›ฝใŒ่ฟ‘ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ๆญฆๅ™จใฎ่ณชใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ€‚ ใใฎๆ—ฅใฎๅ†…ใซใ€ๅ‡ชใฏไธ€่ˆฌ็š„ใชๆ™ฎ้€šใฎๅ‰ฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคšๅฐ‘่ณชใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๅ‰ฃใธใจไน—ใ‚Šๆ›ใˆใŸใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€้…ทไฝฟใ—ใฆใใŸๆ•…ใซไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ‰ฃใฏใƒœใƒญใƒœใƒญใ ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ๆ‰“ใกๅˆใ„ใฎไธญใงๅˆƒๆฏ€ใ‚Œใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ—ใ€ไธๅบฆไน—ใ‚Šๆ›ใˆๆ™‚ๆœŸใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใพใใ€่–ๅ‰ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๅ‰ฃใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚นใฎไปฃ็‰ฉใ‚ˆใ‚Šใฏๆ•ฐๆฎต่ณชใŒ่ฝใกใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ไธ‹็ดšใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใฏๆ‰‹ใŒๅ‡บใ›ใชใ„ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใฎๅ‰ฃใ ใ€‚้‡‘ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅพ—ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๆ—ฅใฏๅฎฟใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆ็งปๅ‹•ๆ™‚ใฎ็–ฒใ‚Œใ‚’็™’ใ—ใŸใ€‚็‰นใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใ‚‚ใชใใ€ๆฌกใฎๆ—ฅไปฅ้™ใฎๆดปๅ‹•ใซๆ”ฏ้šœใŒๅ‡บใชใ„็จ‹ๅบฆใซใฏไผ‘ใ‚€ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€็พๅœจใ€‚ๅ‹‡่€…้”ใฏใใฎ่ก—ใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ไปŠใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฏใ€้ญ”็Ž‹ใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ๅ‰ใซๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅŠ›ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใงใฎใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใฆใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆ—ใจใพใงใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃ็จ‹ๅบฆใฏๅ€’ใ—ใฆใŠใใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใƒซใƒซใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ๅ‹‡่€…ใฎใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใจใ—ใฆไพ้ ผ้”ๆˆใซใฏๅ”ๅŠ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใฉใ“ใ‹่ท้›ขใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฆใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใƒผใจใ€ใƒซใƒซใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ•ใ‚“?ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•? ๅ‹‡่€…ใ•ใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใจ......ใพใไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ไธ€ๅฟœๆˆฆ้—˜ใซใฏๅ”ๅŠ›ใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ€ๆ–น้‡ใ‚‚็„ก่Œถใชใ‚‚ใฎใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใชใ‚‰ๅฃๅ‡บใ—ใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†้€”ไธญใฎ้“ไธญใงใ€ๅ‡ชใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ข้”ใซๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใฎใพใพใ ใจใƒใƒผใƒ ใƒฏใƒผใ‚ฏ็š„ใซใ‚‚ๆ”ฏ้šœใŒใงใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใ ใ€‚ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฏใใ†็ญ”ใˆใŸใ€‚ๆ‹’็ตถใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฃ่ชฟใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ไธ€ๅฎšไปฅไธŠใฎ่ท้›ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ่ฟ‘ใฅใ“ใ†ใจใฏใ—ใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใŠใญใŒใ„ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ๅ‹‡่€…ๆง˜ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใ‚! ใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใช!ใ€ ใƒซใƒซใ‚‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ็•ฐ่ซ–ใฏ็„กใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€็ด ็›ดใซ่ปฝใ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใฆใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ๅ‡ชใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅคงใใช้€ฒๆญฉใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ๆ‹’็ตถ็š„ใงใฏใชใ„ใ“ใจใซใปใฃใจ่ƒธใ‚’ๆ’ซใงไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏๆŽขใ‚ŠๆŽขใ‚Šใงใฏใชใๆ™ฎ้€šใซใ‚ˆใ‚ใ—ใใ€ใจๅฃใซๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸๅทซๅฅณใ€ใ‚ปใ‚ทใƒซใฏใ€ๆœ€ไฝŽใงใ‚‚่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰ๅˆบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ“ใจใฏใชใ•ใใ†ใ ใจ่€ƒใˆใคใคใ€ใปใฃใจๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใกใ‚ƒใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚ฐใƒฉใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒซใ‚ˆใ‹ๅคงๅˆ†ใกใฃใ›ใ‡ใชใใ€ ใ€Œใพใๆฏ”ในใ‚‹ๆง˜ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ€ใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใ€ ใ€Œใพใๆ‰‹ใ”ใŸใˆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฅดใŒใ„ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธ่พฟใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸๅ‡ช้”ใ€‚ใใฎๅค–่ฃ…ใซ่‹ฅๅนฒไธๆบ€ใ‚’้š ใ›ใชใ„ๆง˜ๅญใฎใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใ€‚ๅ‡ชใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚“ใชใ‚ธใƒผใ‚ฏใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ—ใคใคใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰‰ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆ‰‰ใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใŸ็žฌ้–“โ€•โ€•โ€• ใ€Œใƒƒใƒƒ!?ใ€ ๅ‡ชใฏๆ‰‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆ”พใ—ใ€ใใ‚ŒใจๅŒๆ™‚ใซใใฎๅ ดใซๅฑ…ใŸๅ…จๅ“กใŒๅ…จ่บซใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใ‚’ๅฏŸ็Ÿฅใ—ใŸใ€‚ ็žฌ้–“ใ€ๅ‡ช้”ใฏๆ‰‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅคงใใ่ท้›ขใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ๆ‰‰ใŒ้’็™ฝใ„ๅ…‰ใจๅ…ฑใซ็ˆ†ๆ•ฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ฌใƒฉใ‚ฌใƒฉใจ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๆ‰‰ใ€ใใฎๆ‰‰ๅˆ†ใฎ็‹ญใ„้š™้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎไธญใซใฏใ€ไธๅบฆใใฎ้š™้–“ใซๅŽใพใ‚‹ๆง˜ใซใƒ†ใƒผใƒ–ใƒซใซไป˜ใ„ใŸไบบๅฝฑใŒไธ€ใคใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎไบบๅฝฑใŒใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‡ช้”ใฎๆ–นใธใจๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใใŸใ€‚้œฒ่‰่‰ฒใฎใใฎ็žณใŒใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚’่ฆ‹้€šใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใช่ฆ–็ทšใงๅฐ„ๆŠœใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅˆใ‚ใพใ—ใฆใ€็•ฐไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆฅ่จช่€…ใ€ ใใฎไบบๅฝฑใฏใ€ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใธๅ‡บใฆใ€ใใฎๅงฟใ‚’้™ฝใฎไธ‹ใธใจ็พใ™ใ€‚ ๅ‡ช้”ใฏ่ชฐใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใ็†่งฃใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ“ใฎไบบๅฝฑโ€•โ€•โ€•ๅฆใ€ๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†้”ใŒๆŸใซใชใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆ•ตใ‚ใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใจใ€‚็ตถๅฏพ็š„ใซใ€ๆ ผไธŠใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎๅฐ‘ๅฅณใฏ้ˆดใฎๆง˜ใชๅฃฐ้Ÿณใงๆ›ดใซๅ‘Šใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฒดๆ–นใ‚’โ€•โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆต„ๅŒ–ใ—ใพใ™ใ€ ็™ฝใ„้ซชใจใ€็™ฝใ„ใƒ‰ใƒฌใ‚นใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€้’็™ฝใ„็จฒๅฆปใฎๆงใ‚’้ก•็พใ•ใ›ใŸๅฐ‘ๅฅณใ€‚็ฅžใ‚’ใ‚‚ๆฎบใ™ใใฎๆงใฏใ€ไธ€ๅบฆใฏๅŒใ˜็•ฐไธ–็•Œไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆก”้Ÿณใซๅˆƒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€็จฒๅฆปใฎ็Œ›ๅจใ€‚ ็ด”็™ฝใฎไฝฟๅพ’ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒฉใŒโ€•โ€•โ€•้‚ใซๅ‹‡่€…ใฎๅ‰ใธใจ็พใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚
White Big Sister and White Apostle Thereafter, we rode the carriage for two days. We knew that it was quite a long way to the town, thus we understood that it would take some time to get there, but apparently we hadn't properly calculated how free we would be along the way. Incidentally, it should take another half a day for us to reach the town. By the way, we encountered several demonic beasts along the way, but they were merely on the level that even Rishe-chan could handle. In order to level her up, I have had her take care of the small fry demonic beasts. At present, Rishe-chan is the most lagging behind status-wise, after all. I guess there is some psychological cause for it, but as expected being unable to start over from level 1 is a huge setback. Or rather, I've reverted back to level 1 over and over again, but I wonder if it's possible for the others as well? If it is possible, then, I think Rishe-chan would be able to regain her original status. Well, once I find out more about the details regarding my unique skill {Re: Origin} , I bet I'd find out about it as well. Most likely, this skill is the cause why I revert back to level 1, after all. And then, speaking of Big Sis, she told us many stories about her journey along the way. For example, about how she and her sister did their best to escape from the goblins that were chasing after them, or about how they had slimes coil around them when they were bathing in the river, it seems that they've gone through perilous experiences in a lot of ways. By the way, it seems that slimes in this world don't do erotic acts. They simply use the acid excreted from their bodies to dissolve flesh and turn it into nutrients. Yup, what a shame. And then, after that. Leila-chan and Nico-chan woke up, so I introduced them to Big Sis. As Big Sis has an easygoing personality, the distance between her and me and Rishe-chan was quite close. I think that was exactly why Leila-chan, who saw that, promptly squeezed herself between me and Big Sis and sat down. With her cheeks puffed out, she linked her arm with mine and stared at me with a reproachful gaze. Dear me, her looking at me with such eyes would be troubling, don't you think? I mean, it's not like Leila-chan and I are lovers or anything... Well, I can't stop her from being jealous, though. Which brings us to the present. Since then, Leila-chan has been very cautious of Big Sis who is close in distance with us. Perhaps thinking that I'm going to be taken away, or perhaps she's simply jealous because we're being close with each other, well, it may be both, though. Just in case, I've told Big Sis that I and Leila-chan aren't lovers. It'd be troubling if she misunderstands, after all. "Leila-chan, why have you been pouting like that ever since Big Sis came?" "I don't know, but somehow I've been having this hazy feeling!" "Oh, that's why you've been sticking to me all the time?" "I can't?" "Well, I have nothing to do, so I don't particularly mind, though." Leila-chan has been sticking close to me ever since Big Sis came. As expected, she separates herself from me when we have meals or take a break, but she'd be keeping an eye on me and Bis Sis all the while. I more or less understand her feeling, but this girl sure has become pretty human-like, hasn't she? Well, seeing such a Leila-chan, Big Sis must have more or less perceived it. With a wry smile on her face, she distances herself from me a little. Right now, we're comrades who are traveling together, so she must be trying not to rock the boat pointlessly. She is quite mature for someone who is only one year older than me. As expected of someone with a big-sisterly disposition. Nonetheless, Leila-chan, who doesn't yet understand the feelings she has for me, mustn't understand the emotion called jealousy either. I think it's easy to explain, but I won't because that would make me sound like a jerk. I mean, what do you think of a guy who goes and says things like: you get jealous when I talk to other girls because you like me, don't you?He sounds like a huge jerk, doesn't he? I wish Leila-chan could make friends with whom she could talk about love. "... Haa" Well, that's no more than wishful thinking. It doesn't help Leila-chan's mood, whose cheeks are still puffed out next to me. It sure is troubling because in this girl's case, I get the feeling that she'd go berserk if her frustration builds up, good graciousness. "Leila-chan, I've got nothing to do for another half day, so... Come on, I'll give you a lap pillow, so cheer up, okay?" "... Really? ... Ufufu" For the time being, I'm putting her in a good mood by giving her a lap pillow. Be it in the case with Duke Orba, or when I asked her with the protection of Nico-chan, in the end I didn't get to give her a lap pillow afterwards, so I guess indulging her this much should be fine. From the beginning, Leila-chan had accepted my requests because she was eyeing the rewards, after all. While petting Leila-chan's fluffy head, I do miasma juggling with one hand. I have plenty of free time, so I need to improve myself even a bit. "You guys sure are close, aren't you?" "Hmm? Oh, Big Sis, well, I'm afraid of the consequences if I don't pay attention to Leila-chan, after all." "Hahaha, she's like a child who can't leave her parents." "Well, it was even worse before, though, you see." After all, it was at the level where she would chase you to the ends of the world to eat you, after all. I was close to getting killed by her. I mean, if I were to leave Leila-chan and go out with another girl, I wonder what would she do then? I try to give it some thoughts, but... Yes, first of all, the girl would die, wouldn't she? Afterwards, I think I would either be killed or close to being killed... Which is scary. "Worse than that... Hahaha! She must have been quite the spoiled child." "Muu... I'm not that much of a kid, you know? Right, Kitsune-kun? "Ah, wai, I get it, I get it, okay! Don't hit me! Your attack power is no joke, after all!" As Leila-chan asks for my consent, I turn my gaze away and barefacedly answer her in a monotonous manner. And then, perhaps displeased with that, Leila-chan hits me in silence. I think she means to hit me lightly, but her attack power far exceeds my resistance value, so it hurts quite a bit, you know? If it were anyone but me, they'd be dead, you know?! At any rate, even as she rests her head on my thighs, Leila-chan pouts and turns her face away. It seems that the coaxing has conversely ended up putting her in a bad mood. Well, it's Leila-chan we're talking about here, I bet her mood will soon bright up as l pat her head. "Come to think of it, is this child the child of the coachman uncle? What about her mother?" Then, Big Sis, sitting cross-legged, looks at Niko-chan sitting on her lap and asks me as such. In these two days, it seems that Nico-chan has grown attached to Big Sis as well, not just to Leila-chan. Well, Big Sis is quite a good-natured person, so I guess it's easy for kids to like her, too. Even though I've known her longer, I just don't get it. I want to have Nico-chan sit on my lap, too. The only thing I do is hold hands with her, you know? No, I'm not a lolicon or anything, you know? It's simply that I have an extensive field of expertise. "Her name is Nico-chan, and she's indeed Higurd-san's daughter. Her mother has passed away." "... I see, how unfortunate, even though she's still so small. Nico, was it? It's a good name, like a smile." "... Foria?" "Floria, huh, I think it would suit a guy like you too, this name, I mean." Big Sis laughs cheerfully as she hugs Nico-chan like a stuffed animal. So Big Sis is kind to children too, huh, she sure is an overly good person, isn't she? Well, it doesn't matter, though. But given things, could the little sister be a very willful child? I feel like I've read somewhere that when the elder sister is kind, the younger sister becomes willful. My inclination to meet the little sister has dropped a bit. "Ah, by the way, that child is a big liar, so be careful." "Oh? Hahaha! You tell lies, huh? Even though you're so small, that's smart of you!" "... I don't tell lies." "That's a lie, definitely a lie. What, is it only to me? Am I the only one to whom you tell lies? Bullying?" Well, as we engage in such conversations, we rock in the carriage. With Big Sis quickly fitting into the vibes, it's a peaceful journey with no particular threats worth mentioning. Leila-chan's sex education lesson is quite challenging though, I'd say. A short time later, we arrived at the next town... {Lagoon} . * * * Meanwhile, the Hero party had arrived at the next town the day before Kitsune and his group arrived at the Lagoon. The name of the town was {Forance} , and perhaps because of its proximity to the destination country, which was an industrial city, as expected, the quality of the weapons was slightly better than that of the Grandile Kingdom. In the course of the day, Nagi switched from the common, ordinary sword to a somewhat better quality sword. To begin with, the sword he had been using was tattered due to heavy use. The blade had chipped in the exchange of blows, so it was a perfect time to switch. Well, the quality was probably several levels lower than the items on the class called holy swords or demonic swords, but it was still a sword on the level that low-ranked adventurers couldn't get their hands on. Having money was, as expected, a privilege. And then, that day, they made a reservation at an inn and relieved the fatigue from their journey. Without taking any action in particular, it seemed that they had planned to take enough rest to not interfere with their activities from the next day onwards. And then, at present. The Hero party was heading toward the adventurer's guild in that town. Their current objective was to build up the strength of the Hero, raise his rank in the guild and make him capable of at least defeating an A-ranked demonic beast, even if he couldn't an A-ranked demon, before going to subjugate the Demon Lord. Lulu and Finia would also cooperate in the completion of requests as members of the Hero party, but as expected there was no denying that there was some distance between them. "Err, Lulu-chan, and Finia-san?" "What is it? Hero-san." "Ah, err... Well, I'll be in your care today." "Yes. More or less, we'll cooperate with you in the battle and we won't meddle with your policy, as long as it's not a reckless one." And then, on the way to the guild, Nagi tried to approach Finia and Lulu. Rather, it was an action he took as he thought that it would cause an issue if things remained as they were, in terms of teamwork as well. Finia responded as such to those words of his. Her tone wasn't that of refusal, but it seemed that she had no interest in getting any closer to them than a certain distance. "I look forward to working with you, Hero-sama." "Y, yeah! Best regards!" Lulu, too, honestly bowed her head lightly and said so, perhaps having no objection to Finia's words. Even so, perhaps seeing it as a huge progress, Nagi felt relieved that they didn't show rejection toward him and normally put "best regards" into words this time, as opposed to just probing around. Miko Cecil, who was watching, let out a sigh of relief, thinking that at the very least they would not be stabbed from behind. "I expected as much, but sure enough it's a lot smaller than the one in Grandile, huh." "Well, the two are simply incomparable, no, Sieg?" "Well, it doesn't matter as long as there's some guy with backbone, though." And then, Nagi and co. arrived at the guild. Sieg couldn't seem to hide his slight dissatisfaction with the exterior of the guild. Nagi, too, smiled wryly at such a Sieg and put his hand on the door of the guild. And then, the moment he opened the door... "!?" Nagi let go of the door, and at the same time, everyone present sensed a chill running through their bodies. Instantly, Nagi and the others took a great distance from the door. And at the same time, the door exploded along with a bluish-white light. The broken guild's door made a rattling sound, and inside the guild seen through the doors worth narrow opening, there was a single figure attached to the table that just happened to fit into that opening. And then the figure slowly rose and turned their gaze toward Nagi and the others. The dayflower-colored eyes pierced them with a gaze that seemed to see through everything. "--Nice to meet you, visitor from another world." The figure stepped out of the guild's broken door and revealed themselves to the sun. Nagi and the others understood without needing anyone to tell them. That figure--no, the girl, was an opponent that they could not stand against even if they were to work together. She was an absolutely, higher-ranked opponent. And then the girl further added in a bell-like tone. "I will -- purify you." With her white hair and white dress fluttering in the air, the girl manifested a spear of pale lightning. That spear, which was capable of killing even gods, was a lightning fury that once pointed its blade at Kitsune, who was similarly an otherworldly person. The pure white apostle Stella-- finally appeared in front of the Hero.
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ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎ่ถณใงๅ›ฝใฎๅ…ฅๅฃใธใจ่ถณใ‚’้‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚้–€ใซๅฏ„ใ‚ŠๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏๆก”้ŸณใŒๆฅใŸใ“ใจใงใใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’้–€ใ‹ใ‚‰้›ขใ—ใ€่‡ช่บซใฎ่ถณใ ใ‘ใงใ—ใฃใ‹ใจๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€่กŒใ“ใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใ ใŒ้›‘้ญšใจใฏใ„ใˆ้ญ”็ฃใฏ้ญ”็ฃใ€‚ๆฒนๆ–ญใฏใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œๅ‡บ็™บใ ใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ็ท ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใŠไบ’ใ„ใซๆณจๆ„ใ‚’ไฟƒใ—ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๆŽ›ใ‘ๅฃฐใง้–€ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใธใจๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ๅค–ใฏไธ€้€ฑ้–“ๅ‰ใซๅ‘ฝใ‹ใ‚‰ใŒใ‚‰่ตฐใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใŸ่‰ๅŽŸใ€้ ใใซใฏๆก”้Ÿณใฎๅ‘ฝใŒไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ๆถˆใˆใ‹ใ‘ใŸๆฃฎใŒๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎๆฃฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใžใใฃใจ่ƒŒ็ญ‹ใซ่ตฐใ‚‹ๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ไปŠใฏใใฎ็˜ดๆฐ—ใฎๆ€ช็‰ฉใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ€ใ“ใฎๆ‚ชๅฏ’ใฏๅนป่ฆšใ ใ€‚ ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใๆญฉใใจใ€้–€ใ‹ใ‚‰300mใปใฉ้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๆ‰€ใง้ญ”็ฃใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ€‚ๆก”้ŸณใŒ้€ƒใ’ใฆๆฅใŸๆ™‚ใซ้ญ้‡ใ—ใŸ็‹ผ้”ใ ใ€‚ใŠใใ‚‰ใ็›ฎ็ฎ—ใง10ไฝ“ใฏใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใง้€€ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใŒใ€ไปŠๅ›žใ‚‚ใใ†ใชใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ”นใ‚ใฆๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅผ•ใ็ท ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใƒ‰ใƒƒใ‚ฐใ ใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใฏ5,6ไฝ“ใง่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹้›‘้ญš้ญ”็ฃใ ใŒใ€10ไฝ“ไปฅไธŠใ„ใ‚‹ใช......ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅŽ„ไป‹ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ไธ€ไฝ“ใฏใใ‚Œใปใฉใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅŽ„ไป‹ใชใฎใฏใใฎ้€ฃๆบใ ใ€‚ๅ…จไฝ“ใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ„ใชใ„ใจๅคšๅฐ‘่‹ฆๆˆฆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใตใƒผใ‚“......ใ€ ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ„ใฆใ€็‹ผ้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†่จ€ใ†ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใซ็‹ผ้”ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใ†่จ€ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซใฏใ“ใฎ็‹ผ้”ใŒใใ‚Œใปใฉ่„…ๅจใซใฏๆ€ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ๅฐๅ‰ฃใ‚’้ž˜ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŠœใ„ใฆใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๆง‹ใˆใ‚’็œŸไผผใ—ใฆๆง‹ใˆใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€็งใŒๅ…จใฆ็‹ฉใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ฏ„ๅ›ฒใง็‹ผใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ€ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ๆดๅŠฉใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๆŒ‡็คบใซๅพ“ใ„ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅˆใฎใพใจใ‚‚ใชๆˆฆ้—˜ใซๅฐ‘ใ—็ทŠๅผตใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ๆ€–ใใฏใชใ„ใฎใงใŠใใ‚‰ใๅˆใ‚ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹็ทŠๅผตๆ„Ÿใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆฐ—ๅˆ†ใ‚’่ฝใก็€ใ‹ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใƒ‰ใƒƒใ‚ฐ้”โ€•โ€•โ€•ๆ•ตใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฎใˆใฆใ€้›†ไธญใ‚’้ซ˜ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจ โ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณช็™บๅ‹•ใ€ ่‡ชๅ‹•็š„ใซใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒฃใƒณใƒƒใ‚ญใƒฃใƒณ!ใ€ ใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใƒ‰ใƒƒใ‚ฐ้”ใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฏŸ็Ÿฅใ—ใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใซๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ€‚ๅ‹•็‰ฉ็š„้‡Ž็”Ÿใฎๆœฌ่ƒฝใซๅพ“ใฃใฆใ€ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏ้€€ๅดใ—ใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅ‘†็„ถใจใ™ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจใ€ๅŽŸๅ› ใ‚’ๅฏŸใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใกใพใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†่กจๆƒ…ใฎๆก”้Ÿณใ€ใใ—ใฆ็พ็Šถใ‚’่จ€่‘‰ใซใ—ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๆ€ใฃใŸใ€ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Š่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏ้›‘้ญšใƒขใƒณใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใจใฏๆˆฆใˆใชใ„ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆ‰‹็—›ใ„ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅœงๅ€’็š„ใซๅผทใ„้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใงใชใ„ใจใพใšๆˆฆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซไธŠใ’ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆฃฎใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใ‚ใฎๅคง่œ˜่››ใฏใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฎใƒ—ใƒฌใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฃใƒผใง้€ƒใ’ใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ€‚ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ใฎๅคง่œ˜่››ไปฅไธŠใฎ้ญ”็ฃใงใฏใชใ„้™ใ‚Šใฏๆˆฆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ใใคใญใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใชใซใ‚‚ใ—ใฆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ€ใใ†ใ‹ใ€ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใช......ใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใƒ‰ใƒƒใ‚ฐใฏๅผทใใฏใชใ„ใŒ้›†ๅ›ฃใฎๆ•ฐใŒๅคšใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๅคšใ„็จ‹้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใชใ„็ญˆใชใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€ ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒ็–‘ๅ•ใซ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใคใญใฏ่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ™ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ไปŠใฎใฏใ‘ใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใฎใ›ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ„ๅผตใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๅผทใ•ใซๆ€ฏใˆใฆๅŽปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ! ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใใฃใจใใ†ใซ้•ใ„ใชใ„!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ? ใใ†ใ‹ใชใ? ใˆใธใธใธ......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ…จๅŠ›ใงใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎใŠใ‹ใ’ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚’่ค’ใ‚ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๅผทใ•ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆๅŽปใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจไบ‹ๅฎŸ็„กๆ นใฎใงใฃใกไธŠใ’ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใš็†็”ฑใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใƒ‰ใƒƒใ‚ฐ้”ใฎ็ด็ทšใซ่งฆใ‚Œใ‚‹ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจ็ต่ซ–ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€ไป–ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใธ่กŒใ“ใ†ใ€‚ใƒใ‚ฆใƒณใƒ‰ใƒ‰ใƒƒใ‚ฐไปฅๅค–ใซใ‚‚ไธ‹็ดš้ญ”็ฃใฏๅคšใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ†ใ€ใ†ใ‚“......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใฎใ›ใ„ใงไธ‹็ดšใฎ้ญ”็ฃใŒๅ…จ้ƒจ้€ƒใ’ใฆ่กŒใใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซไป˜ใ„ใฆ่กŒใใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๆˆฆใ†ๆฐ—ใฏๆ—ขใซๅคฑใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚“ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใตใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ2ๅนด้–“ใ‚‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ่จ“็ทดใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ้ซ˜ใ„ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใจใ„ใ†่€ƒใˆใ ใ€‚ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅ‰ใ‚’ๆญฉใใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‚’่ฆ–็•Œใซๆ‰ใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ€Žใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้‘‘ๅฎšใ€ใ‚’็™บๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ๅๅ‰:ใƒˆใƒชใ‚ทใ‚งใƒปใƒซใƒŸใ‚จใ‚คใƒฉ ๆ€งๅˆฅ:ๅฅณ Lv23 ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:420 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:560 ่€ๆ€ง:90 ๆ•ๆท:550 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:120 ็งฐๅท:ใ€Ž้จŽๅฃซ่ฆ‹็ฟ’ใ„ใ€ใ€Ž้ญ”็œผไฟๆœ‰่€…ใ€ ใŠใ‚„? ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏไปฅๅ‰Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซใ—ใฆใ€ๅทจไนณใฎๅ—ไป˜ๅฌขใƒŸใ‚ขใซ่จ€ใ„ใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใƒปใ‚ฐใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚นใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใ„ใŸใ“ใจใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ้š›ใ€ๅฝผใฏ็พๅœจใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฎๅ€ใฎใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚‚้ซ˜ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไปŠใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใซใ‚‚ๆบ€ใŸใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ€Žๆ•ๆทใ€ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใฏใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซ้ซ˜ใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅค–ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏ23ใจใ„ใ†ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใซใ—ใฆใฏใ„ใ•ใ•ใ‹ไฝŽใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใŒ็‰นๅˆฅๆ‰่ƒฝใซ็ง€ใงใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใซๆ‰่ƒฝใŒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไธŠๆ˜‡็Ž‡ใซใ‚‚ไบบใใ‚Œใžใ‚Œใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ†ๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใจใใ“ใงใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใฟใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใ‡ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใ‚ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฎๆœฌๆ‹ ใ‚„ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใซใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚’็ขบ่ชๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ๅ…ทใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ้ญ”ๆณ•ๅ…ทใ€ใพใŸ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅ˜่ชžใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใŒใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚ใจใงใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใง็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚Œใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใจไธ€ๆ—ฆ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใใ“ใจใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใ•ใ€ใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใซใคใ„ใฆๆ•™ใˆใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใใ†ใ€ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใฏใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใคใ„ใฆใ ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฎไธญใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ไธŠๆ˜‡็Ž‡ใฎๅคงใใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆŠŠๆกใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใชใฎใซใ€ไปŠใพใงใง่ฆ‹ใŸไธญใงใฏไธ€็•ชๅฎŸๅŠ›ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ธใ‚งใƒŽใ‚„ใ€ไธ€่ˆฌไบบใฎใƒŸใƒชใ‚ขใซใƒŸใ‚ขใ€ใใ—ใฆ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใงใ™ใ‚‰ใ€ใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใฏ่‘—ใ—ใไฝŽใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? ใ€Œใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใ‹......็ขบใ‹ใซใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใฏไป–ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใจๆฏ”่ผƒใ—ใฆไธ€็ทšใ‚’็”ปใ™ใ€‚ใใฎ็‰นๅพดใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅ…จ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใฎไธญใงๆœ€ใ‚‚ไธŠๆ˜‡ๅ€คใŒๅฐ‘ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใฏไธŠๆ˜‡ๅ€คใ‚‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ๅคšใใชใ‚‹ใŒใ€้ฉๆ€งใฎใ‚ใ‚‹่€…ใ‚‚ใใ†ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ไพ‹ใˆSใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ‚„Aใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใจใ“500ๅ‰ๅพŒใŒ้–ขใฎๅฑฑใ ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ......ใ€ ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ใฐ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใฏใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใฎ้ฉๆ€งใŒใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅ„ชใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฎŸ้š›ใฎๆ‰€ใ€ใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใฏไบบ้–“ใ‚„ไธ€้ƒจใ‚’้™คใ„ใŸ็ฃไบบ้”ใซใ‚ใพใ‚Š้ฉๆ€งใŒ็„กใ„ใ€‚่‚‰ไฝ“ใฎๆง‹้€ ไธŠใ€ไบบ้–“้”ใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Š้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใซ้•ทใ‘ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ๆ™‚ๆŠ˜ใ€ใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใซ้ฉๆ€งใ‚’ๆŒใคไบบ้–“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎ้ฉๆ€งใ‚‚ไป–ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅคšๅฐ‘่‰ฏใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใงใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅคงๅทฎใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€้ญ”็ฃใ‚„้ญ”ๆ—ใจใ„ใฃใŸ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใฏใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใซๅคงใใช้ฉๆ€งใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบบ้–“ใจใฏ้•ใฃใฆใ€้ฑ—ใ‚„ๅŽšใ„ๆฏ›็šฎใ€้Žงใฎๆง˜ใช่ฃ…็”ฒใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ไธ€่ˆฌไบบใงใฏๅคชๅˆ€ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€ใใฎ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ๆ•…ใซใ€ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒๅ…จใ้€šใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ‚ใพใ‚Š่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใซ้–ขใ‚ใฃใฆๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใชใ‚‰ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆๅฝ“็„ถใ‹ใ€ๅคงๆ–นใใคใญใ‚‚ไป–ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ใŒไฝŽใ„ใฎใŒๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ๆ€ใ„ใŒใ‘ใšใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆญฆๅ™จใŒไบˆๆƒณไปฅไธŠใซๅคงใใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆๅฐ‘ใ—ไฝ™่ฃ•ใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸๆก”้Ÿณใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใ‚Œใฐไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใพใง่กŒใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹่ฉฆใ—ใฆใฟใŸใใ‚‚ใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ“ใ“ใงๆ›ดใซๆ–ฐใŸใชไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‚’ๅฃใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€Ž่€ๆ€งใ€ไปฅๅค–ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ๅ€คใ‚‚ใ€้ฉๆ€งใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๆฐธ้ ไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใˆ?ใ€ ใจใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่€ƒใˆใŸ้˜ฒๅพกๅŠ›ใจใ„ใ†ๆญฆๅ™จใ‚‚้™็•Œๅ€คๆฌก็ฌฌใงใฏๆญฆๅ™จ่ถณใ‚Šใˆใชใ„ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒๅ‡บใฆๆฅใŸใ€‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸไฝ™่ฃ•ใŒไธ€็žฌใงๆถˆใ—้ฃ›ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใ‚ˆใใคใญใ•ใ‚“! ไพ‹ใˆใใคใญใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅผฑใ„ใพใพใงใ‚‚็งใŒ่ญทใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰!ใ€ ใ€ŒไปŠใฎๅƒ•ใซใฏใ‹ใชใ‚Šใ‚ฐใ‚ตใƒƒใจใใ‚‹่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œ! ใŠใ—ใ‚ƒในใ‚Šใฏๆญคๅ‡ฆใพใงใ ......ใ„ใŸใžใ€ ใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ็ฐกๅ˜ใช่ฌ›็พฉใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซไธ€ไฝ“ใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ‚’ๆ‰ใˆใŸใ€‚็พคใ‚Œใงใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏ้šๅˆ†ใจๅคงใใ„ใ€‚่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎใฏ็†Šใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ้š ใ‚Œใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใชใ„้•ทใ„็‰™ใ€ๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚€ๆ‰‹ใซใฏ้‹ญใ้•ทใ„็ˆชใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‹ใ•ใšใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚นใ‚’่ฆ—ใใซๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฑฑๅฒณ็†Š ็ญ‹ๅŠ›:1500 ไฝ“ๅŠ›:350 ่€ๆ€ง:240 ๆ•ๆท:350 ้ญ”ๅŠ›:0 ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚นใ‚ญใƒซใฏๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใใฎใƒ‘ใƒฏใƒผใฏ่ฆ‹ใŸ็›ฎ้€šใ‚Šใฎๆง˜ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎ็‰™ใ‚„็ˆชใŒใ‚นใƒ†ใƒผใ‚ฟใ‚น้€šใ‚Šใฎใƒ‘ใƒฏใƒผใงๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆก้•ใ„ใฎๅจๅŠ›ใจใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใฏ......ใƒ’ใƒซใ‚ฏใƒฉใ‚คใƒ ใƒ™ใ‚ขใƒผ......ใชใ‚“ใงใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ‰€ใซใ€ ใ€Œๅผทใ„ใญใ€ใ‚ขใƒฌใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๅŸบๆบ–ใง่จ€ใ†ใฎใชใ‚‰......Eใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใฎ้ญ”็ฃใ ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ็ง้”ใงใฏๅคชๅˆ€ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใงใฏใชใ„......ใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰้€ƒใŒใ—ใฆใฏใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€ ๆง‹ใˆใ‚‹ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ€‚่ฆ‹ใ‚Œใฐใ€็†Šใฏๆญคๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆๅจๅš‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ•ตใจใ—ใฆ่ช่ญ˜ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ๆก”้Ÿณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใจใ‚Šใ‚ใˆใšๆ•ตใจใ—ใฆ่ฆ‹ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅฟ…ๆญปใซ็ฒพ็ฅžใ‚’่ฝใกไป˜ใ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ€Žไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณไฝ“่ณชใ€ใŒ็™บๅ‹•ใ—ใฆ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ๆฌกใฏใ‚‚ใ†่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ›ใชใ„ๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฅใ‚‹ใž! ๆง‹ใˆโ€•โ€•โ€•ใ€ ้Ÿฟใ็ˆ†้Ÿณ ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅนใ้ฃ›ใฐใ•ใ‚“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎ็ˆ†้ขจ ็œŸใฃ็™ฝใซๆŸ“ใพใฃใŸ่ฆ–็•Œใ€ ้…ใ‚Œใฆ่‚Œใ‚’็„ผใ็†ฑ ไฝ•ใŒไฝ•ใ ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ไธ€ๆฐ—ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใŸใ“ใจใ ใ‘ใฏ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ€ใชใซใŒ......!?ใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใŒ่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ€ ใ€Œ!? ใ“ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏ......!?ใ€ ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ็†Šใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅŠๅพ„5m็จ‹ใซใพใงใซๅŠใถ็„ผใ‘็„ฆใ’ใŸๅœฐ้ขใŒใใ“ใซใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ้šฃใ‚’ๆตฎ้Šใ™ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซ็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ้ญ”ๆณ•ใงๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎ็†Šใ‚’ๆถˆใ—้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฆ–็ทšใซๆฐ—ใŒไป˜ใ„ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ใƒ‰ใƒค้ก”ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใ‚คใƒฉใƒƒใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใคใญใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ใชใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œ............ใ†ใ‚“ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๆ•ตใจ่ช่ญ˜ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅผทใใ†ใช้ญ”็ฃใŒๅ‡บใฆใใ‚Œใฐใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๆถˆใ—้ฃ›ใฐใ™ใ‚ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๆ•ฃใ€…ใ ใ€‚ๆŠœใ„ใŸๅ‰ฃใฎ่กŒใๅ…ˆใ‚’ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚ใพใ ็ฉบๆฐ—ใ—ใ‹ๆ–ฌใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฌกใฏใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ๅƒ•้”ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ—ใชใ„ใชใ‚‰ๅธฐใฃใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใŒ!?ใ€ ๅพกๅฐคใ‚‚ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใจใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใจใงใฏๅ‡„ใพใ˜ใ็›ธๆ€งใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ไธก่€…ใจใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ—ใฃใ‹ใจ็†่งฃใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใพใ......ไบŒๆ‰‹ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใช......ใใ†ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๅŠฉใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ ๆก”้ŸณใŒๅผฑใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ“ใจใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใซใ—ใŸไปŠใงใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒญใƒผใฏๅฟ…่ฆใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใ€ๆก”้Ÿณใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ด ็›ดใซๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใฎๆ–นใŒๆญฃ็›ด่จ“็ทดใซใชใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€็ง้”ใฏใ‚ใฃใกใซใ„ใใ‚ˆ!ใ€ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚็งใฏใ‚ใฃใกใ ใชใ€ ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒ‹ใ‚ขใŒๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๆ–นๅ‘ใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใ€ใƒชใƒผใ‚ทใ‚งใฏใใฎๅๅฏพใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆก”้Ÿณ้”ใฏใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎๆ–น้‡ใซๅพ“ใฃใฆไบŒๆ‰‹ใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๆ™‚็‚นใง2ๆˆฆ2ๅ‹ใ€ใ ใŒใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒไธŠใŒใฃใŸ่€…ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚
Kitsune who obtained a weapon visited the entrance in the country on foot. Rishe who was leaning on the gate while waiting for Kitsune who just came a moment ago and she separated from the gate, while putting her own feet to the ground firmly. [Then, let's go] [Ah, even if they're called small fry but monsters are still monsters. Don't let you guard down?] [I understand] [Let's depart!] They braced their spirit as they both incited their caution, as they went out from the gate while Finia is cheering. Outside was the meadows where he ran for his life for about a single week last time, and the forest where Kitsune's life vanished for how many times can be seen spread ot from far away. Kitsune recalled the monster wrapped with miasma a little because of the sight of the forest, and a chill crawled across his back with a *Zo kutto* sound. However, the monster of miasma wasn't here right now, and this chill was only an illusion. (TLN: Translator-san's love is that Miasma thing though......The only reason why I'm even translating this novel xD) When walking for a while, monster can be found 300m from the gate. It was the wolves who Kitsune encountered while he was running away. There were perhaps 10 in his estimation. They were able to repel those wolves thanks to the assistance of {Eerie Constitution} last time, but he wasn't sure if it would become like that this time. Kitsune braced his spirit once again. [It's a Hound dog, usually they would act in groups of 5 or 6, but for there to be 10......this will become troublesome for a moment] [Is that right?] [Yeah, although it's not that much of a trouble, the troublesome part is their coordination. It would turn into a difficult battle if we can't see the whole pack] [ffuuu......] She took out her sword and said those words while watching the wolves. Kitsune also looked at them with that information. Though Rishe says those words, Kitsune couldn't think of these wolves as a threat so much. For the time being, he mimicked the stance of Rishe who took out a small word from its sheath and he started to think on what he would do next. [For now, I'll hunt all of them. Kitsune should take on the wolves within the range of what you can take and help as much as possible] In accordance with the instruction of Rishe, Kitsune is a little bit strained for his first straight forward combat. However, he felt settled down eve if there should be tension for one's frist combat perhaps because he wasn't scared of them. And thus, to the hound dogs------he stared at the enemy and boosted his concentration. Thereupon ------{Eerie Constitution Invoked} {Eerie Constitution} automatically invoked. [kyankkyan!] The Hound Dogs perceived it and held fear towards Kitsune. With the instinct of wild animals, they started to retreat. Rishe was dumbfounded, Kitsune is making an expression of guessing what is the cause of the happening, and Finia wasn't say anything. As Kitsune thought, {Eerie constitution} is limited to making small fry monsters to not want to fight with him. That was the severe truth, since he himself wouldn't fight overwhelmingly powerful monsters and demons. He also can't do level ups. A the very least, the large spider he met also ran away from the pressure it got from {Eerie Constitution} . In short, it is unlikely that he would fight any monster beyond the level of that large spider. [............Kitsune, did you do anything?] [Nope, I didn't do anything at all] [......I-, is that so, that's weird......though Hound dogs aren't strong but it wouldn't run if there were more in a pack] With Rishe who is doubting while inclining her neck, Kitsune decided to deceive her. The happening a while ago wasn't because of me, is what he decided to insist on. [I'm sure that they retreated because of Finia-chan's strength! Yep, that must be so!] [Eh? Is that so? Ehehehe......] Kitsune insists that it was all thanks to Finia with all his best. He praised Finia, and covered up his groundless story with the understanding truth of Finia's strength. Thereupon, even though Rishe didn't understand the reason for the time being, she concluded that there might have been something that touched the heartstrings of the Hound dogs. [For the time being, let's go to another place. Since there are a lot of lower class monsters other than the Hound dogs] [O-, okay......] For the time being, Kitsune understood that because of {Eerie Constitution} all low class monsters would run away, though he took sides with her, his will to fight has already disappeared. [......N] Kitsune unexpectedly looked at Rishe's status. It can be said that she's been practicing like this for 2 years now. Then wouldn't her level be also high? is what Kitsune thought. While Kitsune catches the sight of Rishe who was walking ahead, he invoked {Status judgement} . Name: Torishe*Rumieira Gender : Female Lv23 Strength: 420 (TLN: BLAZE IT) Stamina: 560 Resilience: 90 Dexterity: 550 Magic: 120 Title :{Apprentice Knight} {Demon Eye Holder} Oh? is what he thought. Compared to the E rank adventurer who Kitsune knew, He also peeped at the status of Jeno*Gureas who was courting the receptionist big boobed girl Mia. In that case, his level is twice higher than the present Rishe and his status was higher too. However, Rishe today can't even fill in half of the status of Jeno. Though {Dexterity} ability level is high, the other statuses was a bit low for the level of 23 is what he thought. Did Jeno have an outstanding special talent or does Rishe have no talent is what he didn't know, but maybe the increase rate of the status is different for each person. That is what Kitsune thought of. At that point, there was something Kitsune was a little bit anxious about and asked. [Hey Rishe-chan] [What ?] [Have you ever seen your own Ability level?] [Yeah I have, since there is a magic tool in the base of the Knight's mass and the adventurer's guild that can show a person's ability level] Magic tool, but though another word that he knows not about has appeared, he decided to put it on hold later by just confirming it when going to the guild. [In that case, I want you to teach me about {Resilience} in the ability level] Yes, Kitsune was anxious about the {Resilience} in his status. Kitsune understood that the largest increase rate in his status is {Resilience} . Nevertheless, the most strongest ability level from all that he has seen Jeno, Mia and Millia who were normal citizens, and Rshe who was in his presence, all had a remarkably low {Resilience} . What does this all mean? [{Resilience} huh......Certainly {Resilience} has a clear distinction with the others. With that trait, it is the least to greatly rise in all of the ability level. Though it would rise if one had an aptitude for it, there are no people who are like that either. For example Even for an S Rank and A rank adventurer, around 500 would be good as hard as possible] [Is that so......] Kitsune heard so, and he didn't think that he had a considerably excellent aptitude towards {Resilience} . In the place actually, he didn't see much people with aptitude towards {Resilience} from humans or beast men. With the structure of the body, the reason is that humans didn't excel much in defense power. Sometimes, though there would be people with an aptitude of {Resilience} too, it wasn't much different from the good amount too. Alternatively, the living things called monsters and demons have a great aptitude for {Resilience} . Different from humans, they had scales and thick fur armor like protection with them. For that reason, a normal citizen can't oppose against them, and with that defense power, normal attacks wouldn't pass through. [Well it's natural to be anxious since it won't affect the rest of the ability level, so did Kitsune become anxious because {Resilience} wasn't that much high like the other ones?] Unexpectedly, Kitsune understood that his weapon was greater than from his expectation and a small scope has appeared. He now wanted to test how far he can go when he levels up. But however, Rishe said another new truth right there. [However other ability level than {Tolerance} also, won't go up forever even if there is an aptitude with it] [Eh?] If it becomes so, the possibility of the the defense power which is the weapon of Kitsune would be insufficient depending on its limit. The small scope that was born awhile ago vanished at that moment. [It's alright Kitsune-san! Even if Kitsune-san stays as weak as like right now but I'll still protect you!] [Thanks for the words to someone like me who'd *Thunk* like right now, Finia-chan] (TLN: Thunk = sound of someone falling to the ground) [! Cease your chatting for now......there it is] While walking while attending an easy lecture of the status, Rishe caught the sight of a monster in their presence. Though it wasn't with a group, it's body was fairly big. Though it's appearance was that of a bear, it had long fangs which it couldn't hide from its mouth, and a sharp long finger nails could be seen from its paws which was gripping the ground. Promptly, Kitsune peeped at its status. Name: Mountain bear Strength: 1500 Stamina: 350 Resilience: 240 (TLN: Blaze it) Dexterity: 350 Magic: 0 Though it seems like it doesn't have any skill apparently, its power was the same as it's appearance. If those fangs and fingernails were swung with the power in its status, it would deal an incomparable might. [That is a......Mountain Bear......why is it in such a place like this] [Its strong huh, that thing] [Yeah, If it says by an adventurer's standards then......it's an E rank monster] [What should we do?] [Were not people who can cross swords with that......however, it doesn't look like it would let us flee] Rishe prepared herself. When one sees it, the bear looked at Kitsune and it was threatened. It seems to have recognized them as enemies. Since Kitsune has Finia, first of all he desperately calmed his spirit down for the enemy to not see him as an enemy. If by chance he used {Eerie Constitution} and the monster flees then the next time would be harder to deceive Rishe. [It's coming! Stance------] A resounding explosion. A blast the blew off it's body The field of vision is dyed of pure white, A delayed burning of the skin temperature. Though it was impossible to understand what is happening somehow, the only thing that could be understood is that something happened at a dash. [W-, what hap......!?] And, when Rishe regains her view, [!? Thi-, This is......!?] There was no bear in the presence. Instead, the ground was scorched with a 5 meter radius from there. And, when she saw Finia who was floating near Kitsune while both her hands were stretched out, she understood that it was her magic that erased the bear a while ago. Finia noticed her glance and scratched her face while making an expression like she's asking what's the matter. Rishe got a little bit annoyed [......Kitsune] [What may it be Rishe-chan] [............Yes, I'm sorry] It escapes when it recognizes that Kitsune is an enemy, and if a monster that seems to be strong for a moment shows up then Finia just makes it vanish , and if it was for Rishe then she would fight it. Where would be the destination of the unsheathed sword be. Only the air is slashed. [The following is, we won't be doing anything] [I thought that we won't do anything and just return home though!?] That is the right answer de aru. It seems that the compatibility of Kitsune and his friends with Rishe is bad. The pair tightly understood that. [Then well......Let's divide into two groups] [That's right......I'll be saved if that is so] Though Kitsune understood that he himself is weak, with Rishe who thinks that her follow up isn't needed with Finia's ability, they accepted Kitsune's words. It will become a true training with that. [In that case, we will be going that way!] [Then I'll be going over there] Finia pointed at the direction where she turned up a little while ago and Rishe pointed at the opposite direction. And Kitsune and his followers divided into 2 groups according to their mutual policy a while ago. At this point there were 2 battles and 2 victories, yet there were no one who raised a single level.
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ๅ››ๅไน่ฉฑ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใ ใฃใฆใ‚ขใƒฌใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚็œŸ้ขใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ใ—ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ€็งใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใŒๆญฃใ—ใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฎไธญใง้ญ”ๆณ•ใŒๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฏไบŒไบบใฎใฟใ€‚้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ‚’ๅ‹™ใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒ™ใƒซใƒŠใƒ‡ใƒƒใƒˆใ€‚ๅ‰ฏๅ›ฃ้•ทใ‚’ๅ‹™ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ผใƒŽใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใƒซใƒกใƒชใƒ€ใ€ใ“ใฎไบŒไบบใ ใ‘ใฎ็ญˆใชใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ้จŽๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใ‚’ใ€ใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใจใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎ็–‘ๅ•ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่จ€ใ„ๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ขใ‚คใƒ„ใฏ้จŽๅฃซใ‚’้จ™ใ‚‹ใƒŠใƒ‹ใ‚ซใ€ใฃใฆ?ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆไฟบใฏ็œผๅ‰ใงไฝ‡ใ‚“ใ ใพใพใ€ไธ€ๅ‘ใซๅ‹•ใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ๆญฃไฝ“ไธๆ˜Žใฎ้จŽๅฃซใฎ็”ทใ‚’่ฆ‹่ฉฐใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็™บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ้™ใ‚Šใชใใ€ใใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ—ใฆๆใ‚‰ใใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ็”ทใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ไปถใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸๆŠ˜ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚’ๆ€ใฃใฆใ‹ใ€็”ทใฏไฟบใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใ€็ถšใ‘ๆง˜ใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ‚’ๆŒ‡ๅทฎใ—ใŸใ€‚ ็จ‹ใชใใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ไบŒไบบใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ไบ‹ใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚็Ž‹้ƒฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใ‘ใ€ ไปŠใพใงใซ่žใ„ใŸ่ฆšใˆใฎใชใ„็„กๆฉŸ่ณชใชๅฃฐใŒไฟบ้”ใฎ้ผ“่†œใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™ไฝ™ๅœฐใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ“ใฎ็Šถๆณใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใซใ€ใ‚ณใƒฌใฏๆกˆๅค–ใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™็Šถๆณใ‚’ไฝœใ‚ŠใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใŒๆ•…ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใชใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€็พๆฎต้šŽใงใฏๆ•ตๆ„ใฏๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใง?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚Œใซใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ไบŒไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ™็†็”ฑใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€ ใใ‚Œใฏใพใ‚‹ใงใ€็Ž‹้ƒฝใซ็•™ใพใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฏๆฎบใ™ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎ่จ€ใ„่‰ใงใ€ๆ€ใ‚ใš็œ‰้–“ใซ็šบใŒๅฏ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๆฉŸไผšใ‚’่จญใ‘ใฆใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€ ใ€Œ......ใธใˆใ€‚ใกใชใฟใซใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใŒๅททใงๅ™‚ใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฃใฆ่ช่ญ˜ใงๅ•้กŒใฏใชใ„?ใ€ ใƒ€ใƒกๅ…ƒใงๅฐ‹ใญใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฎ่จ€ใ†ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€ŸใŒ่ชฐใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ™่จ€่‘‰ใชใฎใ‹ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€็Ž‹้ƒฝใง้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใพใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ‚ŒใฏใŠใ‚Œใ ใชใ€ ่ฆชๅˆ‡ใซใ‚‚ใใ†็ญ”ใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๆ‡ธๅฟตใฏใ“ใ“ใงๆ–ญใกๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใŠใในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅณๅบงใซใใ†ๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใ€้ ญใฎไธญใงใ€Œใ€ ใ€Ÿใ€ใจใ€่งฃๅทใ‚’ๅ”ฑใˆใ‚“ใจ่ฉฆใฟใŸ็›ดๅพŒใ€ ใ€Œใ ใŒใ€ใŠๅ‰ใŒใŠใ‚Œใซๅˆƒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใ‚‚ใ†็„กใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใŒ?ใ€ ใใฎไบˆๆœŸใ›ใฌไธ€่จ€ใซใ€ๆ€่€ƒใŒๅœๆญขใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ......ใใ†ใ ใ€‚ไฟบใŒใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใ‚’ๆ‰“ใกๅ€’ใใ†ใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸ็†็”ฑใฏใ€ๅทฑใ‚‰ใซๅฑ้™บใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใจๅไน—ใ‚‹็”ทใฏ็Ž‹้ƒฝใ‚’ๅพŒใซใ™ใ‚Œใฐๆฎบใ•ใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒๅ˜˜ๅฝใ‚Šใฎใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚‹็ขบ่จผใฏใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚็„กใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒใ‚‚ใ—ๆœฌๅฝ“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€็”ทใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šใ€ไฟบใŒๅˆƒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚“ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅฝ“ๅˆใฎ็†็”ฑใฏๆถˆใˆๅคฑใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็Ž‹้ƒฝใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใ‘ใฐใŠใ‚ŒใฏใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ไบŒไบบใซใฏๅฎณใ‚’ไธŽใˆใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใŠๅ‰ใŒใŠใ‚Œใซๆ•ตๆ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใ‚’้ฆฌ้นฟๆญฃ็›ดใซไฟกใ˜ใ‚ใฃใฆ?ใ€ ไฟบใŒๆ€ช่จใซใใ†ๅฐ‹ใญใ‚‹ใจใ€็”ทใฏ้ข็™ฝใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใฎใ ใชใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใซใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใŠๅ‰ใซ็”จๆ„ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ้ธๆŠž่‚ขใฏไบŒใคใ ใ‘ใ€‚็Ž‹้ƒฝใซ็•™ใพใ‚Šใ€้คŒ้ฃŸใซใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ๅพŒใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒไปฅไธŠใฎๅฆฅๅ”ใฏใชใ„ใ€ ่ฆใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ€ไฟบใซ่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใใฎไบŒใคใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰้ธใถ่กŒ็‚บใ ใ‘ใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€็–‘ๅ•ใ‚’ๆŠฑใ“ใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ็”ทใŒ่งฃๆถˆใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏใชใ„ใ€ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๆˆใ‚‹็จ‹? ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€็œŸๆญฃ้ขใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใช้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆ่ฉฑใ™ๆฉŸไผšใ‚’่จญใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใƒคใƒ„ใ‚’ใฉใ†ไฟกใ˜ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆ—ขใซไฝฟ็”จใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€ใ“ใ“ใฏๆœ€ๆ—ฉ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎใƒ†ใƒชใƒˆใƒชใƒผใ€‚ ๆ€ใ„้€šใ‚Šใซใ„ใ‹ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆฎบใ™ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎ็Šถๆณไธ‹ใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใŠใ‚Œใ‚’ไฟกใ˜ใ‚ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏไบ›ใ‹็„ก็†ใŒใ‚ใ‚Š้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใƒคใƒ„ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’้ฆฌ้นฟๆญฃ็›ดใซไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใปใฉใ€ๅนธใ›ใช้ ญใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ซ‹ใกๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใฎใฏๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ ใŒใ€ๆŠ˜่ง’ใฎใŠใ‚Œใฎ่‰ฏๅฟƒใ‚’็„ก้ง„ใซใ™ใ‚‹ในใใงใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใŒใชใ€ ใ€Œ......่‰ฏๅฟƒ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใจใ‚‚ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒใฏใŠใ‚Œใฎ่‰ฏๅฟƒๆ•…ใฎ่กŒ็‚บใ ใ€‚ใพใ•ใ‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใŒใ€ใŠใ‚ŒใŒ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใŸใ ใฎๅฟซๆฅฝใ‚„ไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใชๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใŠๅ‰ใฏๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใใฎๅ•ใ„ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ไฟบใฏ่ฟ”ไบ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€ŸใŒ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็†็”ฑใซใคใ„ใฆใ€ใƒญใ‚ฏใซ่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ‚„ใใ“ใฎๅจ˜ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใใฎ็ญ”ใˆใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ฒฌใ‚ใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ใชใซใ›ใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ใฏ ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œๆ•…ใซใ€่‰ฏๅฟƒใŒใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๅƒใ„ใŸใฎใ ใŒใชใจ็”ทใฏไป˜ใ‘ๅŠ ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚Œใฏไบบๆฎบใ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€่ชฐๅฝผๆง‹ใ‚ใšๆฎบใ™ไธ‹่ก†ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใŠใ‚ŒใฏใŠใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใฎๆญฃ็พฉใซๅ‰‡ใฃใฆๆฎบใ—ใ‚’่กŒใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้‚ช้ญ”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใจใ€‚ ็”ทใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็ซ‹ใกไธŠใ‚‹ๅœงใŒใ€ๅฃ็จ‹ใซใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไบบใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใพใ‚ใ‚‹่กŒ็‚บใซใ€ๆญฃ็พฉใ‚‚ใ‚ฏใ‚ฝใ‚‚ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ๆฎบใ—ใฆใพใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฏพ่ฑกใŒใ€็Šฏ็ฝช่€…็ญ‰ใ€‚ ๆ•‘ใˆใชใ„้กžใฎไบบ้–“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใ“ใ“ใพใงใฎๅคงไบ‹ใซใฏใชใฃใฆใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€่ฉฑใ™้™ใ‚Šใ€ๆฎบใ—ใฏใพใ ใพใ ็ถšใไธŠใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใใฎๆฎบใ™ๅฏพ่ฑกใซใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚‚ๅซใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆฅใซ่ชฐใ‹ใซใ“ใฎ่กŒ็‚บใฎๅ–„ๆ‚ชใซใคใ„ใฆ็†่งฃใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใชใฉใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚ŒใฏใŸใ ใฎ่‡ชๅทฑๆบ€่ถณใ ใ€‚้ŽๅŽปใจใ‚ฑใ‚ธใƒกใ‚’ใคใ‘ใ‚‹็‚บใฎใ€่‡ชๅทฑๆบ€่ถณใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฎๆ„่ฆ‹ใฏ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‹?ใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ็”ทใฏๆŠ•ใ’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่จ€่‘‰ใฎไธ€ๅˆ‡ใ‚’ๆ‹’็ตถใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅทฑใ‚’้™คใใ€ไฝ•ไธ€ใคใจใ—ใฆไฟก็”จใฏใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€ใจใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใŒใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไป•ๆ–นใชใ„ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใ ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆไฟบใฏใ€ๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ๅพ—็‰ฉใฎๅˆ‡ใฃๅ…ˆใ‚’็”ทใธๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่‡ณๆฅตๅฝ“็„ถใฎๅธฐ็ตใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใชใซใ›ใ€็”ทใฏๅทฑใŒ่ตทใ“ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹่กŒ็‚บใซใคใ„ใฆใ€็†่งฃใ‚’ๆœ›ใ‚“ใงใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๆฎบไบบ้ฌผใซใ€็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆๅฆๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๅ‰ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๅฑ้™บใชใƒคใƒ„ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏไฟกใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ—ใ€ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใใ‚ใ‘ใซใฏใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ˆใ›ใ‚ˆใ›ใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใงใฏใŠใ‚Œใซใฏไธ‡ใŒไธ€ใซใ‚‚ๅ‹ใก็›ฎใฏใชใ„ใžใ€ ใใ†ๅฃใซใ™ใ‚‹็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ็”ทใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใ€่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใŸๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใๆฐ—้…ใฏไธ€ๅ‘ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ......ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŠœใ‹ใšใจใ‚‚ใ€ไธ‡ใŒไธ€ใซใ‚‚่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใจ็ขบไฟกใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒๆ•…ใฎๆ…‹ๅบฆใชใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใชใ‚‰ใฐๅฅฝ้ƒฝๅˆใ€‚ ใใฎๆ…ขๅฟƒใ‚’ๅฌ‰ใ€…ใจใ—ใฆ็ชใ‹ใ›ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใพใงใ€‚ ็จ‹ใชใไฟบใฏ่ถณใซๅŠ›ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใ€่‚‰่–„ใ™ใ‚‹ในใ้‡ๅฟƒใ‚’็งปๅ‹•ใ•ใ›ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸๅˆน้‚ฃใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—ๅผทใ‚ใซใ€่‚ฉใ‚’ๆŽดใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่‹ฅๅนฒใ€็ˆชใŒ้ฃŸใ„่พผใ‚€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงใ‚„ใ‚ใ‚ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใฆใ€‚ ่‚ฉ่ถŠใ—ใซๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏ่‹ฆ่™ซใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๆฝฐใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไปŠใฏใ€ๆ‰‹ใฎๅ†…ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใณใ‚‰ใ‹ใ•ใชใ„ๆ–นใŒใ„ใ„ใ‚ใ€ ๆ‰‹ใฎๅ†…ใ‚’ๆ™’ใ™ใชใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏไฟบใ‚’ๅผ•ใๆญขใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไปฅไธŠใ€ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ็›ฎใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒ็œŸๅฎŸใจใฏ้™ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๆใ‚‰ใใฏใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซ ใ€Œ......ๅฃฐใ‚‚ๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰่žใ“ใˆใฆใ‚‹ใฎใซ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใ„ใ†้ญ”ๆณ•ใชใฎใ‚ˆใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ‚ใฎ็”ทใŒใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใฃใจไปŠใฏๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็„ก็†ใซไปŠๆŒ‘ใ‚€ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ไบ”ๆ—ฅใซไธ€ๅบฆใฎๅ‘จๆœŸใซๅ‰‡ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐๆฎบใ—ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹็Œถไบˆใฏใ‚ใจไบŒๆ—ฅใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚ใˆใฆ่ฆๅ‰‡ๆ€งใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Šใ€่ญฆๆˆ’ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฒซใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็†็”ฑใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎใใฎ่€ƒใˆใฏๆญฃใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€‚ใŠใ‚ŒใซใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ๆฐ—ใฏใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๆ™‚็‚นใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ ใพใ‚‹ใงไปŠๆ—ฅใงใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐๆฎบใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎ่จ€ใ„่‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใฎใ€ใ•ใ€ไธ€ใค่žใ„ใฆใ„ใ„?ใ€ ็ชใไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸๅˆ‡ใฃๅ…ˆใ‚’ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใฏ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎ็”ทใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅ•ใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่ธใพใˆใฆใงใ‚‚่žใ„ใฆใŠใใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฏใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใชใ‚Šใฎ็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎๆ‹˜ใ‚Šใซไฝ•ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚็‰นๅˆฅใซใ€ไฟบใซๆ•™ใˆใฆใฏใใ‚Œใชใ„?ใ€ ็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๆฎบใ—ใ‚’่กŒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฏๅฝผใซใจใฃใฆใ€ๆ›ฐใๆญฃ็พฉใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใชใ‚‰ใฐไฝ•ๆ•…ใ€ๆ„‰ๅฟซ็Šฏใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซไบ”ๆ—ฅใซไธ€ๅบฆใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ใ€‚ใชใฉใจใ„ใ†ใƒซใƒผใƒซใ‚’ไฝœใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ......ไธ€ไฝ“ใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”็ฐกๅ˜ใช่ฉฑใ ใ€‚ๆๆ€–ใฎใฉใ‚“ๅบ•ใซๅฉใ่ฝใ—ใŸใ„ใ‚„ใคใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€ ไฝ•ใฎๆฐ—็ด›ใ‚Œใ‹ใ€‚็”ทใŒ็ญ”ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œไบ”ๆ—ฅใŒๅ››ๆ—ฅใซใ€‚ๅ››ๆ—ฅใŒไธ‰ๆ—ฅใซใ€‚ไธ‰ๆ—ฅใŒไบŒๆ—ฅใซใ€‚ไบŒๆ—ฅใŒใ€ไธ€ๆ—ฅใซใ€‚ๆฌก็ฌฌใซ็‹ญใพใ‚‹้–“้š”ใ€‚ๆฌกใ€…ใซๆถˆใˆใฆใ„ใ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆฌกใฏๅทฑใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆๆ€–ใ‚’ๆœ€ๅคง้™ๅ‘ณใ‚ใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฎ่กŒ็‚บใฏๆญฃ็พฉใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹?ใ€ ใใ‚Œใงใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ€ใŸใ ใฎๆ„‰ๅฟซ็Šฏใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญฃ็พฉใ ใ€‚ๆญฃ็พฉใ ใจใ‚‚ใ€‚ๆญฃ็พฉใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใๆ•…ใซใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใŸๆ‰‹้ †ใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใซ้ŽใŽใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ“ใฎ่กŒ็‚บใงใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ๆญฃ็พฉใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆœ€ๆ—ฉใ€็†่งฃใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘็„ก้ง„ใ‹ใจๆ‚Ÿใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚็†่งฃใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅญไพ›ใฎใŠๅ‰ใซใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็ซฏ็š„ใซ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚„ใ‚ใ†ใ‹โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ็”ทใฏใ€ไฟบใŒ็†่งฃใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ”พๆฃ„ใ—ใŸใฎใ‚’ๆ‚Ÿใฃใฆใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใชใ€ๅพฉ่ฎใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใŠใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใฎใ€ ใ€Œ้ƒจๅค–่€…ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใŠใ‚Œใฎๅพฉ่ฎใฎ้‚ช้ญ”ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ๅฅณๅญไพ›ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒๆง‹ใ‚ใšๆฎบใ™ใ€‚ๅฟ ๅ‘Šใฏใ€ใ—ใŸใžใ€ ็œผๅ‰ใซๆ˜ ใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใฎไธญใซใ€ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎ็”ทใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซใ‚‚่ฆ‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚
Chapter 49 "...What do you mean by--" "This can only mean one thing, right? Moreover, the Knight Commander, Bernadette, and her Vice Commander, Zenoah Almerida, are supposedly the only ones who can wield magic in the order if I remember correctly." Hence why the presence of the knight in front of us who can use{Disorientation} magic was all the more strange. "So you're saying that... he's only pretending to be a knight?" I said so as I stared at the unidentified knight standing before our path, showing no signs of moving at all. "I'd say it's the most likely possibility." And perhaps, the man in front of us was the 'Magician Hunter' in question. As I was thinking so, the man then pointed his finger at me, and then at the girl beside me, Sofia. Shortly thereafter: "I mean no harm to the two of you. Get out of the capital." A cold, uncanny voice that I didn't remember ever hearing before stirred our eardrums. There was room to exchange words, apparently. No, considering the situation, this might be because he wanted to create an environment where we could exchange words. "Why?" "Because I have no reason to kill you two." It was as if he was saying he would kill everyone who resided in the capital-- my brows wrinkled in disbelief to his reply. "Hence, it's why I have given you this opportunity." "...Heh? By the way, can I assume that you're the 'Magician Hunter' that I've been hearing so much about?" I asked as if I had nothing to lose. "I don't know who you mean by 'Magician Hunter,' but if that's someone who's been going around the capital and killing magicians, then yes, it's me." He answered kindly. And if that was indeed the case, it was all the more reason to dismiss my concerns here. Immediately after making the decision came my attempt to chant the words I needed to activate my magic,{Sword: Creation} "I thought I already gave you a reason to not turn your sword against me, didn't I?" His unexpected words stopped me right in my tracks. ...Yes, the reason why I was thinking of defeating the Magician Hunter was that it served as a huge threat to me and other close magicians that I know, especially Sofia. But contrary to my doubts, the man in front of me who claimed to be the 'Magician Hunter' assured me otherwise if I left the capital. I had no proof that his words were true, but if that was really the case, then my whole reason for turning my sword against him was now gone. "I already told you that I have no plan of harming you two had you left the capital, but why do you still intend to go against me?" "...And I'm supposed to honestly believe that?" I asked suspiciously, but the man only shook his head in response. "I think you're mistaken, but you only have two choices. Stay here and become prey, or leave and be safe. That's it. There's no room for compromises." So basically, all I was allowed to do was to pick between the two, and the man in front of me wouldn't care no matter how much I doubted it. "...I see. But how can I trust someone who doesn't come straight to me and use such magic for an opportunity to speak instead?" Since we're already been under his{Disorientation} magic, we're also as good as being in his territory. It may be a bit too much to ask for trust and assurance when he already made a situation where he could easily kill us all if he really wanted to. But I wasn't such an easy guy to honestly believe the words of such a person, thus: "You can try and stand up against me all you want, but I don't think you should be wasting my conscience." "...Conscience?" "Yes, that's right. This is an act completely out of conscience. Do you think I'm just going around killing magicians for pleasure?" I couldn't answer his question. I really hadn't thought about why the 'Magician Hunter' kills magicians as he does. "I can't really blame you nor that little girl for not knowing why... You two have nothing to do with it, after all." And hence, my conscience, he added. "I may be a murderer, but I'm not a lowlife who kills just anyone. I murder in my own righteous way." So don't get in my way, he followed. The pressure didn't only come out of his words, but his body as well. "...I don't think there is any justice or bullshit in going around killing people." You're just a criminal. If they were irredeemable, they probably wouldn't have gotten into this mess. Besides, as we speak, the killing would still continue and most likely include Lilea. "I have no desire for anyone to understand the right or wrong of what I am doing. This is just self-satisfaction, a personal way for me to settle my affairs with the past. Therefore, I'm not asking for your opinion. Do you understand?" Right after my retort, the man in front of me immediately shut it down, rejecting it, saying he doesn't trust anything but himself. But-- "Then it's no wonder I'm pointing my sword at you like this." Saying so, I pointed the tip of the weapon in my hand at the man. It was a very natural conclusion. He doesn't want to come to terms and understand what he is doing. I didn't believe words coming from such a dangerous person, and most importantly, I couldn't leave him alone. "Don't even think of trying. You have no chance against me." The man in front of me, saying so, showed no sign of drawing the sword at his waist. ...Is it because he's convinced that he can't lose even if he doesn't draw his sword? If so, that's convenient. I would be more than happy to take advantage of that pride. I put strength into my legs and tried to shift my center of gravity to close in on him. But soon after, I was grabbed by something hard on my shoulder. The slight clawing of what I'd say are fingernails seemed to be telling me to knock it off. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Lilea with a rather bitter expression on her face. "...I'd prefer not to do that now." Lilea stopped me, telling me not to reveal my hand. "Since we are under a{Disorientation} magic, what we see may not even true in the first place. Perhaps that person... might only seem to be here when he's truly not." "...Even though we can hear his voice?" "...That's the kind of magic it is. And at least if that guy is the real 'Magician Hunter,' he probably won't try to kill us now." And thus, there was no need for me to force the challenge right now, she added. Besides, if we looked at his cycle, we would have two more days before he actually strikes again. Why dare to make and stick with rules only to easily break them one day? I couldn't think of any proper reason. But was Lilea right in her assumption? "It's just as she said. I have no intention of killing you today." It's as if to say that if it were any other day, he would've killed us. "...Um, can I ask you something?" As I slowly lowered the tip of the sword I was holding, I asked the man in front of me a question. He already told me he wouldn't entertain my questions, but I still wanted to ask him. "I understand that you kill magicians for your own reasons, but I'm having a hard time understanding the point of your obsession. Can you enlighten me on that one?" He kills for a reason. And if it's really as he says, it's for justice. But then why kill a magician once every five days like a criminal? ...Why? "--It's simple. And that's because there are those who want to strike fear into the hearts of the people." How whimsical of them, the man answers. "Five days becomes four. Four days becomes three. Three days to two. The interval gradually narrows, and the magicians are disappearing one after another. That way, you can maximize the fear that one might be next, right?" "Wasn't your reason for doing so for justice?" Then it's just another pleasure-seeking crime, isn't it? "Justice, it's sure justice. I wouldn't have made that rule if it weren't for the justice I seek." I realized that it was futile to try to understand. No matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't understand. "Let me put it simply so that even you, a child, can understand--" The man must have realized that I had given up trying to understand him. "--This is revenge. My own revenge against the magician scum of the capital, that is." "I don't care whether you're an outsider or not. If you get in the way of my revenge, I will kill you, even women and children alike. I gave you my advice." Except that the 'Magician Hunter' that was just in front of us was no longer anywhere to be seen.
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ไธ‰ๅ่ฉฑ ใดใใ‚Šใ€ใจใ€‚ ่จ€่‘‰ใŒ่จ€ใ„ๆ”พใŸใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŒๆ—ฉใ„ใ‹ใ€ไบ‹ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ็ญˆใฎ ใ€Ÿใ ใ‚ˆ? ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ไบบๅฝขใจ็ณธใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚Š้›ขใ›ใชใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใฃใฆ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ......่žใใจๅฎŸ้š›ใซ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใงใฏๅคฉใจๅœฐใปใฉใฎๅทฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใฏใ‚ˆใ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใงใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‚‚็„กใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ‰ต้€ ใ™ใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚‚ๅคงๆฆ‚ใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไปŠใ€ไฟบใฎ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใง่กŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹้ฉšๆ„•ใฏใใฎๆ™‚ใฎๆ•ฐๆฎตใฏไธŠใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ไปŠใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ญใƒŸใฏใ€ใƒ”ใ‚ฃใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€Ÿใฃใฆไบ‹ใงใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใˆใฃใจ......ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›! ๆต็Ÿณใซ้ญ”็‰ฉใฎๅคง็พคใ‚’ไบŒไบบใง็›ธๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใซใ‚‚ใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎๅณๆ‰‹ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ใˆใฆใใ†ๅฐ‹ใญใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจ็–‘ๅ•ใซๆ€ใ†ใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆจใฆ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใใƒผใ€‚ใฑใƒผใ€‚ใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ€‚ๅ‰ฒใจๅ…ƒๆฐ—ใใ†ใ€‚ใใฎๆง˜ๅญใ ใจใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฎๅฟƒ้…ใ‚‚ๆžๆ†‚ใ ใฃใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใญใˆใ€ ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ ใจไฟบใŒ่จ€ใ†ๅ‰ใซใ€ใใฎๅ‹•ไฝœใ‚’่ฆ‹่ฉฐใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใŒๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅˆคๆ–ญใ€‚ ใ€Œใปใ‚‰ใ€ๆ™‚้–“ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ—ฉใ!ใ€ ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใŒใพใพใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใซๅ€ฃใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซไฟบใ‚‚้ฃ›ใณไน—ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใฎ่ƒŒใซใฏไฝ•้‡ใซใ‚‚ๆŸใญใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็ณธใงๅ‡บๆฅใŸๆ‰‹็ถฑใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆๆ‰‹ใŒไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ๅฐ‹ใญใฆใใŸ็†็”ฑใŒๅˆคๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ฆใ™ใ‚‹ใซใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฏๆ‰‹็ถฑใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใจ็ขบ่ชใ—ใŸใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆŽดใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€ŒๆŽดใ‚“ใ ใ€‚......ใ‚ใใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ๆŽดใฟใพใ—ใŸใ€ ๆœ€ๆ—ฉไปŠๆ›ดใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒซใƒใƒผใ‚ฏใจๅไน—ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใคใพใ‚Šโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”่ฒดๆ—ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆฅใซๆ•ฌ่ชžใจใ‹ใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ‚ใŸใ—ใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ๅ …ใฃ่‹ฆใ—ใ„ใฎๅซŒใ„ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ ใจใ€ๅฃใซใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใ€Œ้ฃ›ใ‚“ใงใ€ใจไธ€่จ€ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใ€ใ—ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šๆกใฃใฆใชใ„ใจๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฝใจใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใฃ!!ใ€ ๆณฃใ่จ€ใ‚’ๆบขใ™ไฝ™่ฃ•ใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๆฎบใ›ใ‚‹ ๅๆ•ฐ็ง’ใซๆธกใ‚‹ๅž‚็›ดใฎไธŠๆ˜‡้ฃ›่กŒใ€‚ ้ขจใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใชใใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฎๅซใณๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚„ๅฆใ‚„ใ€็ถšใ‘ๆง˜ใ€Œ้™ไธ‹!!ใ€ใจไธ€่จ€ใ€‚ ็›ดๅพŒใ€ใใ‚‹ใ‚ŠใจไธŠ็ฉบใซใฆใ€ๅฎ™่ฟ”ใ‚Šใ€‚ ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ‚‚ใชใใ‚ญใ‚ฃใƒณใ€ใจ่žใ่ฆšใˆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹็‹ฌ็‰นใฎ้ŸณใŒไฟบใฎ้ผ“่†œใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’่€ณใซใ—ใ€ไฟบใฏใพใ•ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ๅœฐไธŠใซใฏๅคšใใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใงๆ—ขใซๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใฎๆ•ฐใฏๅข—ใ™ไธ€ๆ–นใ€‚ ่ ขใใใฎๆง˜ๅญใซใ€่บซใฎๆฏ›ใŒใ‚ˆใ ใคใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใ€ใ€ใƒ”ใ‚ฃใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€Ÿใ‚„ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใฆโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅพ“ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใƒ‘ใ‚ซใƒชใจ้–‹ใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ ใ€Ÿใจใฏ่žใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใพใงใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใจใ€‚ ้ฉšๆ„•ใซ็›ฎใ‚’่ฆ‹้–‹ใ‹ใ–ใ‚‹ใ‚’ๅพ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ่ฆ–็•Œใ„ใฃใฑใ„ใซใ€ใถใ‚ใ‚Šใจไธ€ๆฐ—ใซ็ด…่“ฎใŒๅบƒใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ็จ‹ใชใ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใ‚‹ๆ‚ฒ้ณดใ€‚ ......ใ‚ˆใ็ซถใ‚Šๅ‹ใฆใŸใชไฟบใ€‚ ็œผๅ‰ใซๅบƒใŒใ‚‹ๅคง็ซๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ€ๆ€ใ‚ใšไปŠๆ›ดใชใŒใ‚‰ใชๆ„ŸๆƒณใŒ่ƒธไธญใซใฆๆนงใไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚„ใŒใฆๆ•ฐ็ง’ใซๆธกใ‚Šใ€็‡ƒใ‚„ใ™ใ ใ‘็‡ƒใ‚„ใ—ๅฐฝใใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ไบŒๅบฆ็›ฎใฎๆ–นๅ‘่ปขๆ›ใ€‚ ๅ…จใฆใ‚’็‹ฉใ‚Šๅฐฝใใ›ใฆใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€ๅคง้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆฎบใ›ใŸใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใงใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆบ€่ถณใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›ใฏใชใ‚“ใงใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซ?ใ€ ่ƒŒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใพใพใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใŒๅ•ใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅผทใใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใใฎๅ•ใ„ใซใ€ไฟบใฏๅณ็ญ”ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไฟบใซใจใฃใฆใ€ไธๅบฆใ„ใ„ๅฃใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ไฟบใ‚’ๆ›ดใซ้ซ˜ๆฌกใธใจๆŠผใ—ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹็‚บใฎ็ณงใŒๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใฏๆบขใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใŸใ‚“ใ ใจไฟบใฏๅ‘Šใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๅŠฉใ‘ใฆ่ฒฐใฃใŸใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆ็„ถใ‚‹ในใใ ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใŸใจใˆใใ‚Œใง้ ญใŒใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใชใฉใจ็ฌ‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹็พฝ็›ฎใซใชใ‚ใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ€‚ ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€็ฌ‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆ็„ถใ‚‹ในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅฎŸ้š›ใ€ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ไฝ“ใฎๅค‰็•ฐ็จฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ“ใฎใ‚ถใƒžใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใŒใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ไปŠ้ ƒใฉใ†ใชใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€‚้ข็™ฝใ„ใญใ€ ่…นใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใฆ็ฌ‘ใ†ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงไฟบใงใชใ„ไป–ใฎ่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฎ่จ€ใ„่‰ใซใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅผ•ใฃๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆšใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅผทใ•ใซ่ฒชๆฌฒใชใฎใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›ใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šใ€ๅŠ›ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ€ŸใฎๆฟƒๅบฆใŒ็‰นๅˆฅๆฟƒใ„ใจใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎ่ก—ใฎ้ ˜ไธปใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€ใ‹ใ€‚ๅฃใซใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใฏ็ขบใ‹ใช่ชฌๅพ—ๅŠ›ใŒไผดใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅฎŸ้š›ใซใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›ใจๅŒ้กžใ ใ‚ใ†ไบบ้–“ใŒใ‚ใŸใ—ใซใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฎๅฆนใงใ€ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ๆใ‚‰ใใใ‚Œใฏใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒซใƒใƒผใ‚ฏใฎไบ‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅ†ทใ‚„ใ‚„ใ‹ใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๆ…‹ๅบฆใฎ่ฃใซใ€ใใ‚“ใช็†ฑใ‚’้š ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใจๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘้ฉšใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆŠ˜ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ€ไปŠใฏใใ‚Œใฏ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใŠใ„ใฆใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆˆฆ้—˜็‹‚ๆฐ—่ณชใชใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›ใซไธ€ใคใ€ๆๆกˆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ ๅŠ›ใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใจ้ก˜ใ†ใ€‚ ๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจใ€ไฟบใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎไธญใซใฎใฟๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ๆŠ€ใ‚’ใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎ็”ทใฎ็”Ÿๆถฏใ‚’ใ‚ซใ‚ฟใƒใจใ—ใฆไธ–ใซ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ—ใ‚ใŸใ„ใ€‚ไฟบใจใ—ใฆใฏใใ†้ก˜ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใชใฎใงใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜็‹‚ๆฐ—่ณชใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซใคใ„ใฆๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘็ดๅพ—ใŒใ„ใ‹ใชใ„้ƒจๅˆ†ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็œ‰ๆ นใ‚’ๅพฎใ‹ใซๅฏ„ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใŸใ—้”ใจ่‚ฉใ‚’ไธฆในใฆๆˆฆใ†ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„?ใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๆญชใ‚“ใ ไฟบใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏใ€ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่€ณใซใ—ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซใ€ไธ€ๅฑค้™บใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใธใจๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ......ไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใŸใ—ใŒใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใŸ็†็”ฑใฏใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใซใฏ็”Ÿใ‹ใ™ไพกๅ€คใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใง็”Ÿใ‹ใ—ใฆใŠใ‘ใฐใ€ใพใ ้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ็ด›ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใชใใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—้”ใฎ็›Šใจใชใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎ้ ˜ไธปใจใ—ใฆใฏใ€ใใ“ใ‚‰ไธญใซ่”“ๅปถใ‚‹้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ๆŽ’้™คใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซๆˆฆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅญ˜ๅœจใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€่ชฐใงใ‚ใ‚Œๆญ“่ฟŽใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใฎๆ–นใŒใใใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ‚ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใญใ€‚ใ‚ใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ๆตใ‚Œๆ˜Ÿใ€Ÿใ€ใ ใฃใ‘ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œ็จ‹ใฎๅจๅŠ›ใ‚’่ช‡ใ‚‹ๆŠ€ใ‚’ๆŒใคใ‚ญใƒŸใชใ‚‰ใ€็”ณใ—ๅˆ†ใชใ„ใ—ใญใ€ ไฝ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใ‚‚ๆญปใซใŸใใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ๆญปใชใ›ใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆˆฆๅŠ›ใฏๅฏ่ƒฝใช้™ใ‚Šๅข—ใ‚„ใ—ใฆใŠใใŸใ„ใฎใ ใจไป˜ใ‘ๅŠ ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใ€ ๅๅ‰ใŒใ€ไธ€ใคใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚ŒใŒไปŠๅ›žใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซๅ‡บ็พใ—ใŸ้ญ”็‰ฉใฎ้ ญใฎๅๅ‰ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใพใŸไปŠใพใงใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅŽ„ไป‹ใใ†ใชใƒคใƒ„ใงใ•ใ‚ใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๆ‰‹ใ“ใšใ‚Šใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ็”Ÿๆ†Žใจใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฏ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใŒใ€ไปŠใฎๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฏไฝ•ใจใชใใ ใŒไบˆๆƒณใฏใคใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ใ€ใƒ”ใ‚ฃใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€Ÿใ‚’ๅ˜่บซใงๅ€’ใ—ใŸใใฎ่…•ใ‚’่ฆ‹่พผใ‚“ใง้ ผใฟใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใŸใ—้”ใซไบคใ–ใฃใฆใ€ใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„? ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›ใ€
Chapter 30 Twitch-- As soon as the words were uttered, the corpse of the monster I had just slain, which was supposed to be dead, trembled ever slightly. "Why are you so surprised about my magic? Haven't you heard that puppets and strings are inseparable?" ...It's often said that there's a world of difference between hearing and actually seeing. The magic of creating a sword out of nothing alone was already quite impressive, but the astonishment at what was happening in front of my eyes right now surpassed my ability by miles. "Now then, you will be 'Pii-chan' from now on." "Let's see... you are, uh..." "Julius." "Yeah, Julius-kun then! We can't take on a horde of monsters by ourselves, so we have to get out of here. Can you use that right hand properly...?" I wondered why she asked such a question, but I cast it aside and tried to move my hand with a grunt. "Oh, don't you look relatively healthy? From the looks of it, it seems like I feared for nothing." Before I could say that my arm was fine, Fiole, who was observing my actions, made a judgment on her own. "Hey! We don't have time, so hurry up!" I did just as she told and jumped on board, following her lead. The bridle made of many layers of bundled threads on the monster's back explained why she asked me if I could use my hands. In essence, Fiole wanted to know if I could grab onto the reins. "Did you get a good grip?" "I sure did... Oh, I mean-- I managed to get a hold, ma'am." I was late to realize it, but she identified herself as Fiole Islebark. So in other words-- she's a noblewoman, an aristocrat. "I don't particularly care about honorifics. It's not like those will do you any good here in Minaura." She didn't like formalities to begin with, she said. Right after that note, as if to make a command, she uttered one word that the puppet monster obeyed: "Fly." "Hold on tight, now!! You could get shaken off for all I know!!" I didn't even have the time to whine. "I know I said we were going to run away, but my motto is to kill the monsters when I can, you know?" A complete vertical ascent for more than a dozen seconds. Fiole screamed in the air, not letting the wind get the better of her, and as soon as she did, another command followed suit: "Descent!!!" Shortly after, the monster somersaulted around in the sky, helping us fall to near the ground this time. From out of nowhere, a familiar, distinctive sound shook my eardrums. I guessed we were just in time, even though I couldn't believe it when I heard it. The ground was already filled with monsters, and their number was only increasing. The hairs on my body stand up on end at the sight of them churning. "Come on Pii-chan, do it--" The monster's maw soon opened with a snap, obeying her words. I had heard of such magic, but I didn't think her{Corpse Puppet: Marionette} could do such a thing. I couldn't help but just look in astonishment. And so it came-- A rush of crimson-red fire spread across my entire field of vision. Screams were soon heard, but they immediately faded away with the unpleasant smell of burning flesh. ...I was amazed that I was able to win against this thing. The great firepower spread out in front of me, triggering a feeling of deep, negative emotion in my heart. Before long, after burning as much as it could for a few seconds, we changed direction for the second time. Although she didn't hunt all of them down, she was seemingly satisfied that she had killed most of them without being bothered by the fact that some of them lived. "What brought you to Minaura by the way, Julius?" With her back turned, Fiole asked. "I thought I could be strong, so I came here." There was no reason for me to hesitate, so I answered the question immediately. "I thought that this place could serve as a good wall for me to overcome. I thought that there was plenty of food here to push me to a higher level." The sole reason why I came to Minaura, I told her. I thought that I should honestly answer at least that question since she saved my life, even with the possibility of her laughing at me as if I were crazy for doing so. ...No, even if that ended up not being the case, I should still be laughed at. "Hmm~? You said the same thing... How interesting." Instead of laughing at me hysterically, she replied in a sense as if someone else had said the same thing, making me feel a little caught off-guard by it. "I think it's good to be greedy for strength, Julius. You are also correct, if you are looking to be strong, Minaura is the perfect place for you. This town is filled with strong monsters, and you can fight them to the death as many times as you want. For beings like you, it's a heavenly place." The words she uttered had a certain persuasive power to them, justifying the reason why she was the lord of this town, Minaura. "...In fact, someone that is probably the same kind of person as you are, told me just that, Julius. Her name is Viera, my younger sister." I was a little surprised that she was hiding such heat behind that cold demeanor. At the same time-- "Well, let's put that aside for now. I have a proposal for a fighting maniac like you, Julius." I wished for power. I wanted to slay the stars, and I wanted to make the technique that only existed in my memory known to the world. That was all that I was hoping to achieve, so I felt a little bit of frustration being called a fighting maniac, and thus, I raised my eyebrows slightly. "Has this made you want to fight side by side with us?" My grim expression turned even more grim the moment I heard those words. ...I wondered what on earth she meant by those words. "I saved you because I thought you were worth keeping alive, Julius. I thought that if I let you survive here, you would still kill the monsters, which is, undeniably, to our benefit." As the lord of Minaura, she said, she welcomed anyone who was willing to fight to eradicate the monsters that were spreading all over the place. "I just thought that you might be more intriguing given that you and Viera-chan are the same kind of person... That technique of yours-- 'Shooting Star' was it? With an attack as powerful as that one, you'd be perfect." She doesn't want to die, and she doesn't want Viera to die either, she added. "--'Jabberwock'" She uttered a name. "That is the name of the head of the monsters that appeared in Minaura this time, and it seems to be more troublesome than ever. It's really going to be a bit tricky from here on out, you know?" Though I couldn't see her expression, I could somehow guess what she was thinking. "That's why I have a favor to ask you, in recognition of your skill in defeating Pii-chan by yourself. Julius-kun, would you join us and lend us your hand in defeating the Jabberwock?"
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ๅ››่ฉฑ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎใ‚„ใคใ€ไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ€ ่ƒธใฎๅ†…ใซๆธฆๅทปใ„ใŸไธๅฎ‰ใซไผผใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—้š ใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ไฟบใฏใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ใฒใจใ‚Šใ”ใกใŸใ€‚ ๆ™‚ๅˆปใฏใ€ๆ—ขใซๆ—ฅใŒๆšฎใ‚Œใฆ็ด„30ๅˆ†ใปใฉ็ตŒ้Žใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ๆฐ—้…ใฏไธ€ๅ‘ใซใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅคœ้—‡ใŒ่พบใ‚Šใ‚’่ฆ†ใ„ใ€่ฆ–็•Œใ‚’็…งใ‚‰ใ™ๆ˜Žใ‹ใ‚Šใฏๆ‘้•ทๅฎ…ใ‚’็…งใ‚‰ใ™ๅ…‰ใจใ€ๅคฉใ‹ใ‚‰้™ใ‚Šๆณจใๆ˜Ÿใฎ่ผใใฎใฟใ€‚ ้ญ”็‰ฉใฏๆฏ”่ผƒ็š„ใ€ๅ…‰ใซๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฏ่ƒฝใช้™ใ‚Šๅฏ„ใ›ไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใจไปŠใ‚‚ๅฐšใ€ๅคงไบบ้”ใŒไปŠๅพŒใซใคใ„ใฆ่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ๆ‘้•ทๅฎ…ไปฅๅค–ใฎๅฎถๅฎ…ใซๅ…‰ใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฏใใ€ ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ใ€ๅค–ใฏ่‚Œๅฏ’ใ„ใ€‚ ๅใ„ใŸใŸใ‚ๆฏใ‚‚ๅฟƒใชใ—็™ฝใ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ€ใใ‚“ใชๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๅฎถใฎๅค–โ€”โ€”โ€”่ชฐใ‹ใ‚’ๅพ…ใคใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ‰‰ใฎๅ‰ใง็ซ‹ใกๅฐฝใใ™ไฟบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅฎถใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใŸใฎใฏใคใ„ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ‘้•ทๅฎ…ใงใฉใ‚“ใช่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใซใคใ„ใฆใ€ไฟบใฏไฝ•ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅพ—ใฆใฏใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฎถใฎไธญใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆฏ่ฆชใซใฏใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๅพ…ใกใŸใ„ใจ่จ€ใ†ใจๅฎถใฎๅค–ใงๅพ…ใคใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚‰ใจ่จฑๅฏใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ใใฃใจใ€่ฆช็ˆถใจๅŒๆง˜ใ€ๆฏ่ฆชใ‚‚ไฟบใจใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎไปฒใ‚’ๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใซ้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไปŠๅ›žใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฏ้ƒฝๅˆใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ‚ใˆใฆ่จ‚ๆญฃใฏใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใฃใกใฏไธ€ไฝ“ใ€ใชใ‚“ใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ‚ฌใƒคใ‚ฌใƒคใจใ—ใŸๅ–ง้จ’ใŒๅฐ‘ใ—้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ‚‚่žใ“ใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใจใฆใ‚‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใŒๅ‹ๅฅฝ็š„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซใฏๆ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ ใฉใ‚“ใช่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ๆฐ—ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸไฟบใฏใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ใจๅทฑ่‡ช่บซใซ่จ€ใ„่žใ‹ใ›ใ€ๆ‘้•ทๅฎ…ใธใจ่ถณใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰!!! ใ‚ชใƒฌ้”ใฏๆ˜Žๆœใพใงๅพ…ใฆใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ !!ใ€ ไปŠใพใงไธ€ๅบฆใ‚‚่žใ„ใŸใ“ใจใฎ็„กใ„้‡Žๅคชใ„ๅฃฐใ€‚ ็”ทๆ€งใฎใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใใฎๅฃฐ้ŸณใŒใ€ใพใšๆœ€ๅˆใซไฟบใฎ้ผ“่†œใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅญไพ›ใŒไธ€ไบบใ€ๆ‘ใฎๅค–ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆˆปใฃใฆใใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™......ใƒƒใ€‚ๆ˜Žๆœใ ใชใ‚“ใฆ้…้ŽใŽใ‚‹......!!ใ€ ใ€Œ้ญ”็‰ฉใฏๅคœ็›ฎใŒๅˆฉใไธŠใ€ๅคœไธญใฏใ‚ใ„ใคใ‚‰ใฎๆœฌ้ ˜ใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใจ็™บๆฎใ•ใ‚Œใ‚„ใ™ใ„!! ไปŠ้ง†ใ‘ใคใ‘ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใงใ™ใ‚‰ๅฑ้™บใชๅญ˜ๅœจใจๅŒ–ใ—ใฆ่ฅฒใ„ๆŽ›ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚‹!! ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸ้”ใฏใ‚ชใƒฌ้”ใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ“ใ„ใจ่จ€ใ„ใฆใˆใฎใ‹!? ใใ‚“ใช็พฉ็†ใŒใฉใ“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ!?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใƒƒใ€ ๅจๅœง็š„ใชๅฃ่ชฟใง่จ€ใ„ๆ”พใค้‡Žๅคชใ„ๅฃฐใฎ็”ทใจไผš่ฉฑใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™็”ทๆ€งใ€‚ใใฎไบบใ‚’ไฟบใฏ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใฐใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ“ใฎๆ‘ใฎๆ‘้•ทใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ไฟบใฎๅนผ้ฆดๆŸ“ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎ็ˆถโ€”โ€”ใ‚ขใƒฌใ‚ฏใ•ใ‚“ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ๅ…‰ใŒๅทฎใ—่พผใ‚€ๅฐ็ช“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฒใ‚‡ใฃใ“ใ‚Šใจ้ก”ใ‚’ใฎใžใ‹ใ›ใฆใฟใ‚‹ใจใ€ไธญใงใฏ่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใฎ็„กใ„ๅ››ไบบ็ต„ใฎ็”ทๆ€งใจใ€ๆ‘้•ทใจ่ฆช็ˆถๅซใ‚€ๆ‘ใฎไบบ้–“5ไบบใปใฉใŒใ„ใŒใฟๅˆใ†ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็›ธๅฏพใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆœฌๆฅใ€ไฟบใฏไธ–้–“็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใช12ๆญณใฎๆ‘ไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ—ฅใ‚ใฎๆ™‚่ฆ‹ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใจใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ŸๆถฏใŒใ€ไฟบใจ่จ€ใ†ไบบ้–“ใฎไบบๆ ผใชใฉใซๅผทใไฝœ็”จใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใฎใ›ใ„ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ€้ญ”็‰ฉใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹็†่งฃใ‚‚ไบบไธ€ๅ€ๅผทใ„ใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†่‡ช่บซใงใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆœชใ ็†่งฃใŒๅŠใ‚“ใงใ„ใชใ„่กŒ็‚บใซ็–‘ๅ•็ฌฆใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€ไฟบใฏ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ‚‰ใ‚’ไปฐใŽ่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใšใฃใจใ€ใšใฃใจ้ ใใซ่ผใๆ˜ŸใŒไฟบใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹่‡ชไฟกใŒใ‚ใ‚‹? ......ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€้•ใ†ใ€‚ไปŠใฎไฟบใซๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใƒ“ใ‚ธใƒงใƒณใชใ‚“ใฆๆตฎใ‹ใถใฏใšใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏใ€ๅคงใฎๅคงไบบใงใ™ใ‚‰่บซใŒ็ซฆใ‚“ใงใ—ใพใ†้ญ”็‰ฉโ€”โ€”โ€”ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŸใ‹ใŒ4ๅนดใ€‚่ฆช็ˆถใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅ‡„ใ„ ่‡ชไฟกใ‚’ๆง‹็ฏ‰ใ™ใ‚‹่ฆ็ด ใŸใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ•ฐใจ็ตŒ้จ“ใฎ้‡ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใŒ็ตถๅฏพ็š„ใซ่ถณใ‚Šใฆใ„ใชใ„ไฟบใŒๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹่‡ชไฟกใชใฉๆŠฑใ‘ใ‚‹ใฏใšใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ—ไปฎใซใ€ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใจไฟบใŒๅฏพๅณ™ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚Œใฐใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ๅ‘ฝใ‚’่ณญใ‘ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆๆ€งใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฏใšใ ใ€‚ใใ†ใงใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใพใจใ‚‚ใซๆŠ—ใ†ไบ‹ใ‚‚ๅ‡บๆฅใšใซๅ‘ฝใฎ็ซใฏ็ตถใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใƒญใ‚ฏใซ่‡ชไฟกใ‚‚ใชใ„ไฟบใŒใ€ใชใ‚‰ใฐใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผใ‚......ใปใ‚“ใฃใจใ€ใชใ‚“ใงใ ใ‚ใ€ ๆ‘้•ทๅฎ…ใซ่ƒŒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸไฟบใฎ่ถณใฏใ€ๅฎถใงใฏใชใใ€ใคใ„ๆ•ฐๆ™‚้–“ๅ‰ใพใง็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚’่กŒใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ไฟบใฎๆˆใ—ใŸใ„ใ“ใจใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ ใ€‚ ใใฎใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ‚’ๆˆใ™็‚บใซไฟบใฏ้›้Œฌใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใจไป–ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใซ่จ€ใฃใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ๅทฑใฎๆŠ€้‡ใŒ่ถณใ‚Šใฆใ„ใชใ„ไบ‹ใชใžใ€่ชฐใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใ่‡ช่ฆšใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅŒๆƒ…ใ—ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰? ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใŸใถใ‚“ใใ‚Œใ‚‚้•ใ†ใ€ ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†่€…ใฎ็™บ่จ€ใ‚’่žใ้™ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏๅŠใฐ่ฆ‹ๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใฏใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใซๅŒๆƒ…ใ—ใฆโ€”โ€”ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช่€ƒใˆใ‚‚ๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€ไฟบใฏๅณๅบงใซๅˆ‡ใ‚ŠๆจใฆใŸใ€‚ ไฟบใฏใ€ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใ‚„ๆƒ…ใซๆบขใ‚ŒใŸไบบ้–“ใงใฏใชใ„ใจๅทฑ่‡ช่บซใŒ่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅคฑใ„ใŸใใ€ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰......ใ‹ใ€ 4ๅนดๅ‰ใฎใ‚ใฎๆ—ฅใ€‚ ไฟบใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎไธญใธ้ฎฎ็ƒˆใซๅˆปใฟ่พผใพใ‚ŒใŸๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”Ÿๆถฏใ€‚ ใใ‚Œไปฅ้™ใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงไบบใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ‰ฃๅฃซใ‚’ๅฟ—ใ—ใŸไฟบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ใใ‚Œใพใงใซๆ‘ไบบใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ไบบ็”Ÿใ‚‚็ขบใ‹ใซๆญฉใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žๅ‰ใพใงๆญปใ‚“ใ ้ญšใฟใŸใ„ใช็›ฎใ‚’ใ—ใฆใŸใฎใซไปŠใฏๆ™ฎ้€šใฎไบบ้–“ใฟใŸใ„ใช็›ฎใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ไฟบใจใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏๅนผ้ฆดๆŸ“ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ€็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎไป˜ใๅˆใ„ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ‚’ๅฟ—ใ™ไบ‹ใซใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๅฟ…่ฆไปฅไธŠใซ็ตกใ‚“ใงใใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใซๅ‹ๅฅฝ็š„ใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๆ˜”ใ‹ใ‚‰ไฟบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸไบบใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚“ใช่จ€่‘‰ใŒๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใŸใถใ‚“ใใ‚Œใ ใ€‚ใใฃใจไฟบใฏใ€ๆญปใชใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅซŒใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใŒใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹็ŸฅไบบใŒใ„ใชใใชใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅซŒใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅคฑใ†ไบ‹ใฏใ‚คใƒคใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚ๅญไพ›ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ๆ€่€ƒใซๅŸบใฅใ„ใŸ่กŒๅ‹•ใ€‚ๅคšๅฐ‘ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”Ÿๆถฏใ‚’่ฟฝๆ†ถใ—ใ€้”่ฆณใ‚ใ„ใŸๆ€งๆ ผใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๆ นใฃใ“ใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใฏๅค‰ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฏใ€ใพใ 12ๆญณใฎๅฐ‘ๅนดใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’่‡ช่ฆšใ•ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ไฟบใฏใ€่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ€ ่‰ฏใ„ๆฉŸไผšใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใคใ‹ใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎๅฃใฏ่ถŠใˆใชใใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใŸใ€ ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใ ใ‘ใฎ่ฉฑใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌ็จ‹ๅบฆใซ่‡†ใ—ใฆไฝ•ใŒใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ ใ€ ่‡†ใ™ไบ‹ใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใ ใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใฆ่ฆ‹ใฌๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚็ฐกๅ˜ใ ใ€‚ ็ฐกๅ˜ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ๆˆใ—ใฆใ€ๆˆใ—ใฆใ€ๆˆใ—ใฆใ€‚ ๆžœใฆใซใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใซใŸใฉใ‚Š็€ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹? 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Chapter 4 "...Just what in the hell is that Sofia doing?" I thought to myself as I tried to hide the uneasy feeling that was swirling within my chest. It was already half an hour past the sunset, but there were still no signs of Sofia at all. Darkness enveloped the sky, and aside from the stars that shone down from the heavens, the only light that I could see was coming from the village chief's house. So, in order to keep them away as much as possible, having no lights in every house became the norm except for the village chief's house, where the adults were still discussing the matter at hand. "...Sigh..." For some reason, it was rather chilly outside. It felt as if the sigh I let out appeared whiter than it really was. I was standing in front of the door as if to wait for someone outside the house, but it was only a matter of time before I decided to come back inside. As such, I didn't know anything about what they were discussing at the village chief's house. When I told my mother that I wanted to wait for Sofia to come home, she gave me permission to wait outside the house. "...I wonder what they've been talking about in there..." The commotion could be easily heard from a short distance away. I was curious about what they were talking about, so I told myself to eavesdrop for a little while, and walked toward the village chief's house. "As I said, we'd have to wait until tomorrow morning!!!" A voice, more enraged than anything I'd ever heard before. The sound of the voice, which must have been a man's, vibrated through my eardrums... "A child had gone outside the village, and still hasn't come back yet... It's too late to take action tomorrow morning...!" "Monsters can see at night, and so they tend to show their true colors! I don't know what you want us to do... Are you implying that I should abandon my life?! Do I even have the obligation for that?!" "..." The man intimidated the room as he engaged in the conversation with his brash voice. Because it belonged to Alec, the chief of this village, and the father of my childhood friend, Sofia. I peeked out of the small window where the light was coming in and saw a group of four men I had never seen before. Another five people from my village, including the village chief and my father, were all squabbling with each other. I looked up at the sky with a wry smile, questioning an action that even I still didn't fully understand. The stars that were shining far away in the distance looked down on me. "Do I really think I could win? ...No. The me of this day couldn't even afford to have a vision of me winning." The opponent was a monster that could make a grown man cower in fear. The factors that build up confidence were the number of opportunities and the amount of experience accumulated. There was no way I could have had the confidence to win if I didn't have those things. Even if the Ogre and I were to face each other, it would be necessary for me to risk my life at all costs. So if I'm not confident enough, why was this bugging me? Why? "Good grief... I really wonder why." As I turned my back away from the village chief's house, I didn't find my feet going back to mine, but to the place where I had been pretend-swinging just a few hours ago. What was it that I wanted to accomplish in the first place? That is... to Slay the Stars. I had just told Sofia that I was going to continue training in order to become a "Star Slayer." "Is it because I feel sorry for her? ...No, it's not that either." From what I'd heard from the would-be adventurer, Sofia was going to be a half-abandoned soul, all alone in the capital. That very thought occurred to me, but I quickly dismissed it. I knew better than anyone else that I was not a person with a sense of justice or compassion. "I guess... I don't want to lose her, huh..." Four years ago, ever since that day. The life of a swordsman was vividly etched in my memory. Since then, I aspired to become a swordsman, as if I had instantly changed into a new person, but of course, I had lived a villager's life before that. "You used to have the eyes like those of a dead fish, but now your eyes look like they belong to a human." Sofia and I grew up together. We'd known each other since birth, you could say. She was already friendly to a certain extent, but after I decided to become a "Star Slayer," Sofia started to get involved with me more than necessary. She was someone who had been watching me for a long time, and that's why she said those words. "I'm certain that I don't want her to die. Yeah, that's probably why." An acquaintance. I didn't like the idea of losing someone I know who existed in my memory. Justifying all my concerns and worries. Even if I remembered the life of that swordsman, and became more or less an intellectual, I wouldn't be able to change the root of this problem. I smiled bitterly as I was made aware that I was still a 12-year-old boy. "Besides..." Wasn't this a good opportunity? "I knew that someday, I'd have to cross some kind of hurdle." It just happened to be today. "What's an Ogre to a dream of 'Slaying the Stars?'" It's easy to be intimidated. It's easy to turn a blind eye. It's easy to only do the things that are convenient for you. Would I be able to reach my dream of "Slaying the Stars" in the end? Could such a person reach the extreme where even the Sword Demon who abandoned everything and swung his sword in desperation could not reach? My answer was no. "...I know what I have to do." After all, I had seen the life of that swordsman, and how fierce his swordsmanship was. So I could say that if I traced the swordsman's memories correctly, there was absolutely no way I could lose. "Well, that should take my worries away for the time being." Competence, experience, and skill. It would be foolish for me to head out there with all of these thoughts in my head. There was only one thing that the weak me, the present me, was allowed to do. It was to be selfless and seize the best possible outcome. There were too many things that I was lacking at the moment, including my own abilities and experience. So I let go of any unnecessary thoughts. I couldn't have these worries get to me. I had to let the swirling doubts dissipate. Acknowledging my situation, I exhaled. "I'll only do what I can." Suppose I left Sofia to die here. I was certain that it would be a cross that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I had a dream of slaying the stars which I wanted to accomplish in my lifetime. I ignored the part of me that refused to let Sofia die, and gave myself a bunch of convoluted reasons to do so, taking another step away from the scene. "Oh?" I was heading down the path that led to the banks of the river outside the village when I heard another unfamiliar voice. This time, a slightly higher tone, distinctly a female. She looked very much with the likes of the men who had been arguing at the village chief's house earlier. "Hey, you. Where are you going?" "Home. My home is over there. That's where I'll be." In fact, the house itself existed. There was only one house that existed beside the road leading out of the village. "I see. It's dangerous, so don't go wandering outside the village." "Okay. Thank you very much, I'll keep that in mind." One thing was... that it was an already-abandoned place that wasn't being used. Apart from my house, there was no way that a woman I had never met before, passing by at random, could have known that my statement was a lie.
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ไน่ฉฑ ่–„ๆ˜Žใ‹ใ‚Šใซ็…งใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธ€่ป’ๅฎถใ€‚ ๆš—้—‡ใซๆ…ฃใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€็›ฎใซๅ„ชใ—ใ„ๆš–่‰ฒใฎๅ…‰ใงใ‚‚ๅฐšใ€ๆ€ใ‚ใš็›ฎใ‚’็ดฐใ‚ใฆ้ก”ใ‚’้กฐใ‚ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใซๆง‹ใ‚ใš่ตฐใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่ตฐใฃใฆใ€่ตฐใฃใฆโ€”โ€”โ€”้ง†ใ‘่ตฐใฃใฆใ€‚ ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ‚‚ใ—ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€‚ใ‚ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒใใฎๅ ดใ—ใฎใŽใฎๅ˜˜ใงใชใ„ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใฃใจโ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏใ€ไนฑๆšดใซๆ‰‰ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—้–‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ไธญ่…ฐใซใชใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่†ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’็ฝฎใใ€ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŒใŸๆฏใ‚’ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Š็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’่ฒชใ‚‹ไบ‹ใงๆ•ดใˆใคใคใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใฎไธญใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ›žใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไธญใซใฏใ€่ฆ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใŸไบบ็‰ฉใŒๆ•ฐไบบใจ่ฆ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใชใ„่บซๆ ผๅฅฝใ‚’ใ—ใŸ่€…ใŒ5ไบบ็จ‹ใ€‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏ็›ธๆ‰‹ๅดใซ็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ๆ–ญๅฎšใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฌใƒใƒƒใจๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใ้ ญใ‚’ไธ‹ใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใฏใ€้ ‚ใ‘ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ‹ใƒƒ!!!ใ€ ๅคœไธญใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€ไป–ใฎไบ‹ใชใฉๅพกๆง‹ใ„็„กใ—ใซๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ†ๅฃฐใ‚’ๅผตใ‚ŠไธŠใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ€ใŠๅ‰ไปŠใฎไปŠใพใงใฉใ“ใซใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ......ไบบใŒใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ€ ้ฌผๆฐ—่ฟซใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใฎใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใซๅฏพใ—ใ€ใ„ใฎไธ€็•ชใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใฎใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๆ‘้•ทใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ขใƒฌใ‚ฏใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅ–ใ‚Šๅˆใ†็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚’ไธ€ๅˆ‡่ฆ‹ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใใ‚Šใ‚ƒใ€ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œๆ™‚้–“ใŒใ€ใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใƒƒใ€‚ๆ—ฉใใ—ใชใ„ใจใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใŒ......ใ€ ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ€‚ ใใฎใƒฏใƒผใƒ‰ใŒๅ‡บใŸ้€”็ซฏใ€ๅณๅบงใซๆ‰‰ใฎๅค–ใธๅ‡บใ‚‹่€…ใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ่จ€ใ‚ใšใ‚‚ใŒใชใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฎ็ˆถใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œ็จ‹ๅฟ ๅ‘Šใ—ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ‚ใ‚“ใฎใ€ใƒใ‚ซๆฏๅญใŒใƒƒใ€ ใใ“ใซใฏใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฎๅฎถใŒๆ˜ ใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ๆท€ใฟใชใ„ๆญฉ่ชฟใง้ง†ใ‘่ถณๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใซๅฝผใฏ้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใ‹่ชฌๆ˜Žใ—ใชใ•ใ„ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ€ ๆ€’ใ‚Šใ‚’ๅญ•ใ‚“ใ ๅฃ่ชฟใงใ€้™่ฌใซใ‚ขใƒฌใ‚ฏใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ๅ”ฏไธ€ใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฎ็ˆถ่ฆชใ ใ‘ใŒไบ‹ๆ…‹ใ‚’ๅคงๅ‡ก็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œไปฅๅค–ใฎ่€…ใฏใ‚ขใƒฌใ‚ฏใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใ€ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใชใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใใฎ็ญ”ใˆใซ่‡ณใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏๅถใฃใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใŒใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใ‚’ใ€ๅบ‡ใฃใฆ......ใ€ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๅทฑใฎ่€ƒใˆใชใ—ใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใŒๆ‹›ใ„ใŸ็ตๆžœใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏ่‡ช่ฒฌใซ่‹›ใพใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไธ€ใคไธ€ใค็ดกใ„ใง่กŒใใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ‹ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ๆƒณใ„ใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ€ๆถ™ใฎๅฆ‚ใๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใฎใ“ใ‚‚ใฃใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ“ใผใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใŒใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใซใใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎใ‚ใจใ€ๅคงใใช้ญ”็‰ฉใŒใ€ใใฆ......ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๅคงใใช้ญ”็‰ฉ?ใ€ ๆ€ช่จใซๅฐ‹ใญใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ็”ทใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใŸใ—ใ‚„ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจใ€ใšใฃใจๅคงใใใฆ......ใ€‚ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฏใ€ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ€ ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใฏๆ€ฏใˆใฆใ„ใŸใŒ็‚บใซใพใจใ‚‚ใซ่ฆ–่ชๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใŒๅฃใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ่จ€่‘‰้€šใ‚Šใซๅฝผๅฅณใฏไผใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ไผใˆใŸ้€”็ซฏใ€็›ฎใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆๅ†’้™บ่€…้”ใฎ้ก”ใŒๅŽณใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใธใจ็งปใ‚Šๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒไปŠใ€ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใจ่จ€ใฃใŸใ‹? ๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ€่จ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅธŒๆœ›ใฏๆจใฆใฆใŠใ‘ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€็”ทใฏ่ฟ‘ใใซ่จญใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๆค…ๅญใซใฉใ‹ใฃใจ่…ฐๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€่กŒใ‹ใชใ„ใจใ€‚ ๅŠฉใ‘ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใจๅฃใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจๅŒ็พฉใฎ่กŒๅ‹•ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใฎๆš—้—‡ใฎไธญใ€ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใ‚’็›ธๆ‰‹ๅ–ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใ–ใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใ‚ชใƒฌใ‚‰5ไบบใงใ‚‚้–“้•ใ„ใชใๆญปๅ‚ท่€…ใŒๅ‡บใ‚‹ไธŠใ€ๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ™ใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใˆใ€‚ใพใ—ใฆใ‚„ๆ‘ไบบ1ไบบใ€‚ๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ้€ƒใ—ใŸๆ™‚็‚นใงใใ„ใคใฏ่‰ฏใใ‚„ใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ไธŠ็ญ‰้ŽใŽใ‚‹ๅƒใใ ใ€ ใ€Œไธ€ๅฟœ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใใŒใ€ใŸใจใˆ็ŠถๆณใŒ็•ฐใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ชใƒฌใ‚‰ใฏ้ญ”็‰ฉใซๆœ‰ๅˆฉใซๅƒใใ“ใฎๆ™‚้–“ๅธฏใงๅ‹•ใๆฐ—ใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใพใ—ใฆใ‚„ใ€ๆญปไบบใ‚’่ฟŽใˆใซ่กŒใไบ‹ใซใชใ‚“ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใญใˆใ ใ‚? ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใ ใ€ ใ€Œใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ‚’ใ€ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใฏใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ้ชจใ‚’ๆ‹พใ†่กŒ็‚บใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใญใˆใ€ ๆใ‚‰ใใ€ๆ—ขใซๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€‚ ้‹่‰ฏใ็”Ÿใๅปถใณใฆใ„ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚้ขจๅ‰ใฎ็ฏ็ซใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎ็”ทใฏใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใพใงใฎ็ตŒ้จ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†็ขบไฟกใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่ซฆใ‚ใชๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅคœใŒๆ˜Žใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ‚ชใƒฌใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅ‹•ใใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ็ด„ๆŸใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€้…ใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไบ‹ๆƒ…ใ ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒฌใ‚‰ใŒ็ŸฅใฃใŸไบ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญโ€”โ€”ใ€ ใ€Œๅพ…ใฃใฆใ€ ๅ„ใ€…ใŒๆ„่ฆ‹ใ‚’ๅ›บ่พžใ—ใ€ๅนณ่กŒ็ทšใซ่ฉฑใŒ้€ฒใพใชใ„ใจๆ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸๆœ€ไธญใ€‚ไผš่ฉฑใซๅ‰ฒใ‚Š่พผใ‚€ๅฃฐใŒไธ€ใคใ€‚ ใ€Œใญใˆใ€่ฒดๅฅณใ€‚ใใฎๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸไบบใฃใฆ......ใ‚ขใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฅใ‚ฐใƒฌใƒผใฎ้ซชใ‚’ใ—ใŸ็”ทใฎๅญใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰?ใ€ ๅฃฐใฎไธปใฏใ€ๅฅณๆ€งใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใฏใ€ใฏใ„ใ€‚ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฏใ‚ขใƒƒใ‚ทใƒฅใ‚ฐใƒฌใƒผใฎ้ซชใงใ™ใ‘ใฉ......ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ‚ใฎๅญใ ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅˆใ„ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใˆ? ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจๅ‰ใซใ™ใ‚Œ้•ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไบŒใ€ไธ‰ไบคใ‚ใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใฎไปฒใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ†ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅญใŒ......ใ€ ใใ†่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๅฅณๆ€งใฏ่ถณใ‚’ๅ‹•ใ‹ใ™ใ€‚ๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๅ…ˆใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”ๅค–ใซ็ถšใๆ‰‰ใ€‚ ๅจๅœงใ‚’่พผใ‚ใฆใ‹ใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใจ็„กใๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใพใงใจใฏ็•ฐใชใ‚Šใ€ไฝŽใ„ๅฃฐใง็”ทใฏๅ•ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใฃใฆใ€ๆฐ—ๅˆ†ๆ‚ชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„? ็งใฎๅฝน็›ฎใฏๆ‘ใฎไบบ้–“ใ‚’ๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ญฆๆˆ’ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚“ใช็งใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงใ™ใ‚‰ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‹ใฌใ†ใกใซๅค–ใธ้€ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ€10ๆญณใ‹ใใ“ใ‚‰ใฎ็”ทใฎๅญใ‚’ใ€ ใ€Œ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆ„ๆ€ใงๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅ‡บใฆ่กŒใฃใŸใ‚„ใคใ ใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใŒ่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ ใ€Œใˆใˆใ€‚ใใ†ใญใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ€ ใ€Œๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใ ใ?ใ€ ใฉใ“ใ‹ๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซใ€ๅฅณๆ€งใฏใคใ„ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใจใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ๅทฑใŒ่€ƒใˆใ‚’่จ€่‘‰ใซๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่จ€่‘‰ใซใ—้›ฃใ„ไฝ•ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใฎๆ‹ๅญใงใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใŒๅผฑใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐๅ›žๅพฉใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซๅฉใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†? ๆ‘ใฎไป˜่ฟ‘ใพใงๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๅพ…ๆฉŸใ—ใฆใŠใใใ‚‰ใ„ใชใ‚‰ๅปบ่จญ็š„ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€ใใฎใ‚ฌใ‚ญใŒใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใ‚’ๅผฑใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›่€…ใ ใจ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ€็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใŒใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†? ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€็‰ฉไบ‹ใฏไฝ•ใŒ่ตทใ“ใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†?ใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆค…ๅญใซ่…ฐๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹็”ทๆ€งใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€ใšใฃใจ็„ก่จ€ใ‚’่ฒซใ„ใฆใ„ใŸไป–ใฎใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผใธๆ„่ฆ‹ใ‚’ๅฐ‹ใญใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๅฆๅฎšใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ€ๅฃฐใ™ใ‚‰ไธŠใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฑบใพใ‚Šใ€ใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ชใƒฌใ‚‰ใฏๅŠฉใ‘ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใˆใžใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€้ข็™ฝใ„ใ“ใจใŒ่ตทใ“ใฃใฆใใ†ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่…ฐไป˜่ฟ‘ใซๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅฝ“ใฆใŸใ€‚
Chapter 9 There laid a lone house illuminated by the twilight from afar. Perhaps because she was used to the darkness, even such warm and gentle light made her squint, but she ran regardless of that. She ran, and ran-- and ran... It was as I said, that the adventurers were really out there, and my words weren't just makeshift lies... Then-- Sofia abruptly pushed open the door with great force. "Ha-aaaahhh--" Sofia looked around the room with her resting on her knees, slowly gulping down air to catch her breath. Inside the house, there were several familiar figures and about five unfamiliar-looking people. ...They were adventurers. Sofia affirmed it without even needing to confirm it, and with a gulp of her throat, she bowed her head down vigorously. "Would you please help me?!" She raised her voice in the middle of the night, without regard to anyone else. "Sofia! Where the hell have you been all this time...?! People have been worried sick about you!!" The first person to speak to her was her father, Alec, who was also the village head. But Sofia makes no pretense of taking up the conversation, as though she was unaware of such a thing, and just kept bowing her head to the said unfamiliar people. "...Just what do you mean by that, little girl?" "We are running out of time... If we don't hurry up, Julius will..." Julius. As soon as that certain word was uttered, someone immediately went out the door. Needless to say, it was Julius' father. "I even warned him about this, that stupid boy--" Looking ahead, he saw Julius' house, to which he rushes out with a steady gait. "What is this? Explain yourself, Sofia." Said Alec quietly in an angry tone of voice. Only Julius' father seemed to have a general understanding of what was going on, but everyone else, including Alec, had no clue of what was going on. Everyone else, including Alec, was unable to come up with an answer. "Julius... He protected me..." This was the result of her own reckless behavior. Tormented by remorse, she continuously pleaded with the people for their help, spilling out words filled with emotion with the hopes of them going off to her rescue. "Julius came to help me. But right after that... a huge monster came..." "...A huge monster?" The man who questioned it suspiciously was an adventurer, the man who was arguing with Alec when Julius was listening in. "It was a monster way bigger than Julius and I combined... He said it was an ogre." Sofia was too frightened to see properly at that time, so she told them exactly what Julius had said. But as soon as they heard that, the adventurers' faces visibly turned into stern expressions. "D-Did you just say it was an ogre, little girl?" "Y-Yes, but..." "Don't bother worrying then." With that, the man then slumped into a chair that has been placed nearby. It was the equivalent of him saying that he wouldn't go, and he wouldn't help. "In this darkness, even the five of us would probably suffer casualties. Hell, I don't even know if we could win. I'm just glad that the ogre let you go, and you did a good job running your way back here." "I'll say it now, but even if the situation had been different, we still have no intention of taking action at this time. Not only is it advantageous to the monsters, but what's the point in picking up the dead?" "You... won't help Julius?" "I wouldn't call the act of picking up his remains 'helping' him." Most likely, he was already dead. Convincing her with his experience, he stressed the fact that if he was lucky enough to survive, it wouldn't be long before the adventurers found him. "Give it up, little girl. Though, we'll start to move when this night is over. I could at least promise you that." " It would be too late by then." "That's your problem. It's none of our business." "Wait--" In the midst of what seemed to be a parallel conversation in which each side was adamant in their opinions, one voice interrupted the conversation. "Hey, does the guy who helped you.... perhaps, have ash gray hair?" It was a woman's voice. "Oh, y-yes. Julius has ash gray hair..." "Ahh-- So it was really him, huh?" "Do you know him?" "No, we had just passed each other earlier and exchanged a few words. But, I see... It was him, huh..." Following those words, the woman got to her feet... and walked straight to the door leading outside. The man asked in a low voice, somewhat different from before, with a hint of intimidation. "I feel terrible, but do you not? My role is to be on the lookout and keep the villagers from going out, but I've already allowed one without even realizing it. I was sending a boy of 10 or so years old out into the forest." "He left on his own volition. You don't need to feel responsible for that." "I guess so. But... I'm a little curious." "Curious?" Somewhat delighted, the woman recalled an event that occurred not too long ago, expressing her thoughts in words. Something that was difficult to put into words... was what I thought she was feeling. "Besides, if the ogre gets weakened in any way, we'd better strike it before it recovers, right? Isn't it better to at least go to the vicinity of the village and stand by?" "You think that brat is good enough to weaken the ogre?" "How could I possibly know that? Though, you can never know what could happen, can you?" She looked not only at the man sitting in the chair but also at the other members of the group who had remained silent for a long time, as if to solicit their opinions. Not a voice, let alone a word of denial-- just silence. "It's decided, then." "But we're still not going to help you, keep that in mind." "Of course. Though, I feel like something interesting would happen." She put her hand near her waist, then to the shaft of her lowered sword.
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ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใใ‚Œใงไธ€ไฝ“ใ€ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใชใฎใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎไบ‹ใซๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ไบบๆฐ—ใฎใ‚นใ‚คใƒผใƒ„ๅบ—ใ€ใƒ—ใƒญใƒƒใ‚ฝใƒซใ€Ÿใ‚’ๅพŒใซใ—ใŸ็›ดๅพŒใ€้šฃใ‚’ๆญฉใใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ๅ•ใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ฆ–่ชไธๅฏใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆ่žใ„ใŸไบ‹ใŒใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ไปฎใซๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใใ‚“ใช้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€ŸใŒไฝฟใ†ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐ......ไธ‡ใŒไธ€ใ‚‚ๅไบŒๅˆ†ใซใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใ ใ‚ใ†ใญใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒใใ‚“ใช้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ“ใซใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎๆฌ ้™ฅใŒไป˜ใ็บใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใ ใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใใ‚ŒใฏไบŒๅนด้–“ใฎ็Œถไบˆใฎ้š›ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฆนใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใ‚„ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใซใคใ„ใฆใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ๆใ‚‰ใไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎๆฌ ้™ฅใ‚’ๆŠฑใˆใฆใ„ใŸ็ญˆใ ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใซไป˜ใ็บใ†ใ€็ตถๅฏพใ€Ÿใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจไป–ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใˆใˆใ€ใใ†ใญใ€‚ๆใ‚‰ใไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎๆฌ ้™ฅใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ€ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใฃใจไฝ•ใจใ‹ใชใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ€ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’้ฎใฃใฆใ€ๆฅฝ่ฆณ็š„ใซไฟบใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใซใ€ใšใฃใจ่ฌŽใ‚ใ„ใŸใพใพใซใ—ใฆใŠใๆ–นใŒใ‚ˆใฃใฝใฉๆ€–ใ„ใจๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„? ๅงฟใ‚’้š ใ›ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใซ้€ƒใ’้š ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚็„กๆ„ๅ‘ณใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใฎไบ”ๆ—ฅใซไธ€ๅ›žใฎๅ‘จๆœŸใซๅ‰‡ใฃใฆ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ไปŠใฎใ†ใกใซใ€ๅ ‚ใ€…ใจ้คŒใซใชใฃใฆใŠใ„ใŸๆ–นใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใชใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ญใƒŸใซใ—ใฆใฏ็ใ—ใๆญฃ่ซ–ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใฎใญใ€ ใ€Œใใฎ่ช่ญ˜ใฏ้–“้•ใ„ใชใๆญฃใ—ใใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ”นใ‚ใฆใŠใ„ใŸใปใ†ใŒใ„ใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไบˆๆƒณๅค–ใซไบˆๅฎšใŒๆ—ฉใ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸใ‚ใญใ€ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏ็ฉบใ‚’ไปฐใใ€‚ ใพใ ๆ—ฅใฏๆšฎใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใŠใ‚‰ใšใ€ๆ™‚ๅˆปใฏๆ˜ผใ‚’ๅฐ‘ใ—้ŽใŽใŸใ‚ใŸใ‚Šใ€‚ ไบˆๅฎšใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้ญ”็‰ฉใฎ่จŽไผใจใ€ใ‚ขใƒ ใ‚ปใ‚นใจใฎ่ฉฑใ—ๅˆใ„ใ‚‚็ต‚ไบ†ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ„ใ€ๅฝ“ๅˆใฎไบˆๅฎšใฏๅ…จใฆ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅพŒใฏใ€่จŽไผใฎ่จผๆ˜Žใ‚’ใ‚ฎใƒซใƒ‰ใธๆๅ‡บใ—ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ„ไบ‹ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰?ใ€ ็Ž‹้ƒฝใซๆฅใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎไฟบใ‚’ๆฐ—้ฃใฃใฆใ‹ใ€‚ ใ—ใŸใ„ไบ‹ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒไฟบใซๅฐ‹ใญใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใฎใŠๅบ—ใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹็ญ‰ใ‚‚็‰นใซใชใ„ใฎใงไธ€็žฌ่€ƒใˆ่พผใ‚€ใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š่‰ฏใ•ใ’ใช็ญ”ใˆใฏๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅฃใ‚’็œŸไธ€ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใซๅผ•ใ็ตใณใ€ใ‚“ใƒผใ€ใจ่€ƒใˆ่พผใ‚€ไฟบใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ…ผใญใฆใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฃใฆใฐใ‚ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰้šๅˆ†ใจ้ญ”ๆณ•ใŒไธŠ้”ใ—ใŸใฎใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ็ช็„ถใฎ่ฉฑ้กŒ่ปขๆ›ใ€‚ ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฏๅฃๅ‡บใ™ๆฐ—ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซไธ€ๅ‘ใซ่ฉฑใซไบคใ–ใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎๅใ‚’็ชใจใ—ใฆใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒๅฃฐใซๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒไปŠใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฎๅ‚ท็จ‹ๅบฆใชใ‚‰ใ™ใใซๆฒปใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใ€ ไบŒๅนดใฎ็Œถไบˆใฎ้–“ใซใ‚‚ใ€ๅทฑใชใ‚Šใซ่ฉฆ่กŒ้Œฏ่ชคใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๅงฟใฏ่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่žใ้™ใ‚Š็Ž‹้ƒฝใซๆฅใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ›ดใซใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ‚‚ๅทฑใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไธŠๆ‰‹ใๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ๆฌก็ฌฌใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใซ็งปๅ‹•ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ‚„ใ‚ŠใŸใ„ไบ‹ใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใชใ‚‰ใ€็›ธๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆ? ็งใ‚‚ๅฎšๆœŸ็š„ใซ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใจใ‹ใชใ„ใจ้ˆใฃใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ—ใ€ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒ็ต‚ๅง‹่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใฆใ„ใŸๅ‰ฃใฎๆŸ„ใ‚’ๅƒ…ใ‹ใซๆŒใกไธŠใ’ใŸไบ‹ใง็”Ÿใพใ‚ŒใŸ้Ÿณใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆๆกˆใฏใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰็„ก็‚บใซๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๆฝฐใ™ใ‚ˆใ‚Šไฝ™็จ‹ใ€ไฟบใ‹ใ‚‰ใ™ใ‚Œใฐๆœ‰็›Šใชใ‚‚ใฎใซๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ๅ•้กŒใฏใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขๆฌก็ฌฌใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆกไปถใ‚’ใคใ‘ใŸ้ƒจๅˆ†ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไฟบใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใซ้›†ใพใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅฝ“ใฎๆœฌไบบใฏใจใ„ใ†ใจใ€ไฝ•ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๆ‚ฉใพใ—ใ’ใชๅ”ธใ‚Šๅฃฐใ‚’ๆผใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใŸใ—็š„ใซใฏๅˆฅใซ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆกไปถใŒไธ€ใคใ ใ‘ใ€ ใ“ใ“ใงใ‚‚ใพใŸใ€ๆกไปถใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฎๆ‰‹ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใงใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใŒใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ•ใ‚“ใซ่ฒ ใ‘ใŸๅ ดๅˆใฏใ€ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎ้คŒใซใชใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใ‚„ใคใ€‚ใ‚ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่จ‚ๆญฃใ—ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใกใ‚ใ‚“ใ€ไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏ็ฆๆญขใ€‚ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฏใ€ๆตใ‚Œๆ˜Ÿใ€Ÿใ‚‚็ฆๆญขใ€ ......ใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ๆกไปถใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใใ‚Œ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚ใญใ€‚็งใซๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใฎใซๅ™‚ใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใซๅ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ€‚ใใฎๆกˆใ€ไน—ใฃใŸใ€ ่‰ฏใ„ไบ‹่จ€ใ†ใ‚ใญใˆ! ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅฃฐใ‚’ๅผพใพใ›ใฆๆฅฝใ—ใใ†ใซใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏๅŒ่ชฟใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใฏใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚ใ’ใŸใ‚‰ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰? ๅ†—่ซ‡ๆŠœใใง่จ€ใ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ขใƒ ใ‚ปใ‚นใฎใ‚ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใจใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎ็›ธๆ€งใฏๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ‚ˆใ€ ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใงใ€ไฟบใฎ่บซใ‚’ๆกˆใ˜ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ......่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใšใจใ‚‚ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่‡ชๅˆ†ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸไบ‹ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹ๅˆถ่ฃใจใ—ใฆใ€ใ„ใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฎใ‚ฐใƒผใƒ‘ใƒณใƒใ‚’่ฒฐใฃใŸๅพŒใซใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ€’้ณดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ‚ใŸใ—ใซใจใฃใฆๅคงไบ‹ใชไบบ้”ใ‚’ๆญปใชใ›ใŸใใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๆฒป็™’ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๅญฆใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใงใใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆ็„ก่Œถใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ€......ใ‚‚ใ†ใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ ็„ก่Œถใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ไบ‹ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ›ใ‚ใฆใ€ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซ็„ก่Œถใ‚’ๆ•ข่กŒใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ ใ‘ใฏใ‚„ใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใ€ใจใ€‚ ไฟบ่‡ช่บซใงใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅ่ซ–ๅ‡บๆฅใšใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใจใ—ใŸ้ขใ€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚่ข‹ๅฉใใซใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใฏใพใ ่จ˜ๆ†ถใซๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใŠ้™ฐใงๅ…ˆใฎใ‚นใ‚คใƒผใƒ„ใฎไปถใ‚‚ๆ–ญใ‚Šๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ๅ‰ฃๅฃซใจใฏๅทฑใฎ ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆๅฏพ่ฑกใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใใ€‚ใŸใ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎ่กŒ็‚บใ‚’่‡ช่บซใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒๆ‰‹ๆฎตใซๆฎใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹่€…้”ใฎ็ท็งฐใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆใๅ‰ฃ็ทšใฏไธ€ๆœฌใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจ้—‡้›ฒใซๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงๅถ็„ถๅฝ“ใŸใ‚‹็ขบ็Ž‡ใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใฏไธ‡ใŒไธ€ใซใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚ขใƒ ใ‚ปใ‚นใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็›ธๆ€งใŒๆœ€ๆ‚ชใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใ€ไฟบใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใพใ ใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใพใงๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใใŸ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„้”ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐใงไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใฏไธ€ๆบœใ‚Šใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใพใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๆญฃ่ซ–ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใญใ€ ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๆ™‚ใซ้™ใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใฃใฆใฐไบบไธ€ๅ€ๅˆ็†็š„ใช่€ƒใˆใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใšใ‚‹ใใชใ„? ใจใ€ๅฟŒใ€…ใ—ใ’ใซใ˜ใจใฃใ€ใจ่ฆ‹่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ•ใใ€ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ฒ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ€ๅฐปๅฐพๅทปใ„ใฆ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰? ใจใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ๆŒ‘ๆˆฆ็š„ใช็œผๅทฎใ—ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใ€ไฟบใฏๅฃ็ซฏใ‚’ๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใซๆ›ฒใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใใ€ใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒŸใซใฏๆ„šๅ•ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ใญใ€ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ไธŠ็ญ‰ใ€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใตใตใ€ใƒญใ‚ฆใ‚„ใƒจใ‚ทใƒฅใ‚ขใฏ็งใฎๅ‰ฃใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏ็ตถๅฏพใซใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ“ใฎใฒใจๆœˆใ€็ตๆง‹ๆบœใพใฃใฆใŸใฎใ‚ˆใญใˆใ€ ๆใ‚‰ใใƒ•ใƒฉใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใƒผใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใŒใ€ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไบŒๅนดๅ‰ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒไฟบใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ็ฉๆฅต็š„ใซไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’็„ผใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๆœ€ใŸใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฎใฒใจใคใซใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ไบ‹ใฎๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒๆฌฒใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใจใฉใฎใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒไฟบใซไธ–่ฉฑใ‚’็„ผใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใฏไฟบใฎ็‚บใงใชใใ€ๅทฑใฎ็‚บใ€‚ ไฟบใจใ„ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใŒใ€ๅทฑใฎใ„ใ„้›้Œฌ็›ธๆ‰‹ใซใชใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไบ‹ๅฎŸใ€ๆ‘ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใŸใณใซใŠไบ’ใ„ใŒใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎใŸใ‚ใซใŠไบ’ใ„ใ‚’ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใฆ้›้ŒฌใซๅŠฑใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใฎใ€ไธ€่จ€ใ€‚ ไปŠใงใ“ใ็†ๆ€ง็š„ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚‚็…Žใ˜่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚ŒใฐไฟบใจๅŒ้กžใจใ„ใฃใฆ็›ธ้•ใชใ„ไบบ้–“ใ€‚ ๆ‰€่ฌ‚ใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜้ฆฌ้นฟใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅดใฎ่€…ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚
"--So, what in the hell are you going to do?" "About what?" "...About the "Magician Hunter," of course." It was the first thing that Lilea asked right after we left the popular sweets store named "Prossol" as we walked. "I've never heard of invisibility magic, but if such magic is really possessed by someone, namely someone like the 'Magician Hunter,' it's definitely more than plausible." "I bet so, but let's assume that person really possesses such magic. In that case, there must be some kind of flaw accompanying that magic, right?" It was one of the pieces of knowledge about magic Lilea had taught me during my two-year grace period before going to the capital. I didn't know much about Viera nor Siva's, but they must have some kind of flaw too, one way or another. It's an "absolute" element that accompanies all magic, as per Lilea's teachings. "...You're right. There are probably a flaw or two, but--" "--We can make things work out then." I interrupted Lilea with my hopeful optimism. "Besides, don't you think it's much scarier if he remained anonymous all the time? If he can indeed hide in plain sight, it'd be pointless for magicians to run away and hide. Then I think it's better to be an imposing bait in his once every five days cycle." "...That's an unusually sound argument coming from an insane person like you." "If that's your definition of being sound and rational, then you better work on changing it." "--But with all that being said, our schedule ended unexpectedly early." Lilea looked up at the sky. The time was a little past noon, but the sun hadn't started to set just yet. The scheduled meeting with Amseth about teaming up had been dealt with, and so all our initial plans were over. "Is there anything in particular you want to do?" I guess she was concerned about the fact that I had just arrived in the capital. Lilea asked me if there was anything I wanted to do, but unlike Sofia, I didn't have any interest in certain places. Perhaps seeing my mouth tight as a knot, she immediately followed up. "...Oh, now that I remember it, Sofia-chan here has improved her magic a lot since then, you know?" A sudden change of topic. Lilea suddenly mentioned Sofia's name, the person who hadn't been trying to join in the conversation. "I'm sure she can heal a few wounds quickly now." I had seen Sofia try and experiment in her own way during my two-year grace period, but according to Lilea, it seems that she has become even better at using her magic since coming to the capital. "So depending on Sofia's response--" Lilea's gaze shifted to Sofia as she said this. "--I'll gladly help and tag along with you two if you want. I have to use my magic regularly too, or else my skills will get dull." She said with a clang, and the clang was from Lilea slightly lifting the hilt of her sword that she had been holding at her waist the whole time. I thought that proposal would be more beneficial to me than aimlessly wasting my time wandering in the capital on my own. The problem, however, was the part where Lilea surrendered all the authority to Sofia into making the decision. The two of us set our gazes on Sofia. And the person in question let out a troubled groan. "That's all fine with me, but I do have one condition." A condition, once again. "If you lose to Lilea-san in a duel, forget about being the bait for the 'Magician Hunter.' Of course, both of you aren't allowed to use magic, so no{Shooting Star} for you too, Julius." ...What a ridiculous condition. "Oh, that's some good condition you got there. If you can't beat me, how can you even stop the rumored 'Magician Hunter?' I'm on board, let's do it." Lilea happily concurred, her voice bubbling with joy. "But you should be a little more understanding of Sofia's feelings. Kidding aside, if what Amseth said was true, you and the "Magician Hunter" aren't a really good match." With Sofia being who she is, she can't help but be concerned about your well-being, Lilea added. ...I knew that without being told. She was furious, and she yelled and punched me hard in the gut for selfishly going to Minaura all on my own after all. --I'm learning healing magic because I don't want people who are important to me to die. But if they do something reckless like that without me knowing, there's really nothing I can do. I already know that I can't keep you from doing something reckless. But at the very least, don't be on your own, she said. Even I myself couldn't refute it, and it was still fresh in my mind that I was beaten by Lilea and others as well. Thanks to those memories, I couldn't turn down giving Amseth a chance to say what he must. "...I know that." Swordsmen are those who wield their swords to cut and slash in hopes of slaying their targets. It's a general term for those who do just so as their means of attack. They draw one straight line. And there was no such thing as hitting an invisible target in the dark by chance. Amseth also said that even the fiercest warriors become scarecrows before the 'Magician Hunter.' If I should be suddenly attacked like the magicians who had died in the past, I wouldn't stand a chance at all. "...Well, that's a good argument too." It's not fair that you can think more rationally than anyone else at a time like this, is it? What will you do? Are you going to run away with your tail between your legs, saying you might lose so you won't even bother to try? I curved the edge of my mouth ever so softly as my answer. "Oh, I forgot. That was a stupid question to ask you." --This is great. "Fufufu, both Lowe and Joshua just refuse to be my training mate. And you don't know this, but I've had a lot on my plate this past month." Frustration, perhaps. One of the main reasons Lilea had been actively looking after me for the past two years was that she wanted a partner with whom she could wield a sword. So basically, she wasn't taking care of me for my sake, but for herself. It was because I'd make a good training partner for her. In fact, I was the same with her as the two of us trained together every time they visited my village. Although she may appear a rational person, Lilea was just someone like me when you really looked at her core. She's a certain someone who's also called... a fighting maniac.
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The difference in our raw strength was very clear. Before I knew it, I was being pushed back. With flame or no flame, if you get it in my way, I'll smash you to bits. As if to yell these feelings of mine, I put more strength into my right arm. And the next moment, I heard a scream and the sound of creaking bones. But... I didn't care, so I shook my head and let out a scream. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" As if responding to my spirited cry, my arm began to move forward. I was mistaken in the first place. How could I fight against a superior opponent while thinking about the consequences my body would take in the future? "Fall... down!!!" A dreamlike scene was drawn in the air. There laid a trajectory of light cutting through the torrent of flames, just like a "starburst." And unable to regain my position, I hit the ground. Soon after, my body was slammed into the corpse of the monster I had just slain. Although it served as a good cushion, I fell from a considerable height. In addition, due to the injury of my left arm, the impact caused an extraordinary amount of pain throughout my body. "...Ha-- Ah...hahaha... I thought I was going to die..." The pain from the light burn on my right hand gradually seeped into my body, followed by being soaked by the cold sweat that filled my back. I then opened my eyelids. Against just one mutant monster, this was what happened. The actual time the battle took was probably only a few minutes, but even so, I felt much more exhausted than if I had been working for several hours straight. I let go of the cracked, rugged sword and used my right hand to raise my body, which had been thrown to the ground. As I had just confirmed in the sky, other monsters were beginning to flock to this place because of that monster's call for help. And at the same moment... Clap, clap, clap. The sound was noticeably loud in the quieter distance, as it echoed throughout the place. "Defeating that monster all by yourself, you're pretty amazing. I thought I'd have to wait for Viera... No, Viera-chan to come back, but as it turned out, I've been blessed with an unexpected stroke of luck." A high-pitched voice, one that could only belong to a woman. Although I could not confirm her facial expression, I knew without thinking that the owner of that voice was in a good mood from the sound of her voice that shook my eardrums. I wondered where the voice came from. And as I turned around, I saw a woman staring at me from the shade of the trees, which now had been heavily torn. She said with a blossoming smile. Her long hair resembled silver threads, flowing in the breeze, with her delicate features elegantly composed. The same family name as the noblewoman-- Viera Islebark, the "Warrior Princess," who came to my village. "I would love to talk to you about all kinds of things, but unfortunately I'm afraid now is not the time to do so." Well, understanding the current situation, now was really not the time. If we're going to escape, we have to do it quickly. "Before we do anything, I have a suggestion... Can you give me that monster over there?" Fiole pointed her finger at the remains of the monster I had just torn to shreds. For that reason, a question mark appeared on my face, as I didn't understand the meaning behind her words. "I know that dead monster bodies are already worth money. If it's a mutant monster corpse, then, its rarity and price will be immeasurable. Oh, yeah... I would understand more than enough why you would be hesitant to give me an immediate answer, but you can't compare human life to a monster's can you?" "...I don't understand what you mean." "What I'm saying is, you give me that corpse, and I'll help you. Your fighting skills are more than worth it, and I'd regret leaving you to die here thinking of what you could do in the future." This is an honor, you know? Fiole then sniffed as she said this. ...However, even if she were to offer to help, I had no idea what her intentions were for wanting a corpse that had already died out. It wasn't a problem for me, but I was caught off guard by the insanity of her wanting a dead body. "...You're a magician yourself, too, but you get caught up with the weirdest things." "In this world, there exists a mysterious power called{ magic } , and basically, it is said that a person's strong desire becomes magic and manifests itself." For example, if one wanted to create a sword, they'd have the ability to create one. I had already heard this from Lilea and the other adventurers, so I was satisfied with their words. Then, she thought, if she informed me this much, I would understand. And so Fiole continued, using her eyes to say more than she could. "The magic that I have is a little strange. This is not something I can really tell people about, but... my ability is--{Corpse Puppet: Marionette} There are some restrictions and limitations, but my magic has the ability to force a dead target to come back to life and manipulate it at will." What she said. ...I pondered why she said that it was a waste to leave me here to die because of my ability, given that we had never met before. Such a question suddenly came to mind. I pondered if it would be even more convenient for her to manipulate my dead body. "...Like I told you, my magic has a limit. For some reason, I can't seem to manipulate magicians like you and me using my magic,{Marionette} " "I want to keep as many magicians who might be of use to Minaura alive. Do you understand now?" The reason was probably to have a better chance of defeating the head of the monsters lurking around this town, as Siva had said. In any case, we were still in a desperate crisis if I was unable to regain my strength. There could be no reply but an affirmative one. "I love honest people. Leave the rest to your sister, then." With that, she walked up to the corpse of the monster with a big smile on her face. She ignored the fact that the earth was shaking louder and louder by the minute. As if to not let the noise disrupt her normal routine, slowly and serenely, she turned her palm towards the monster-- and said a few words.
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ไธ‰ๅๅ…ญ่ฉฑ ่„ณ่ฃใซๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใฎใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ‹ใคใฆใฎๆƒ…ๆ™ฏใ€‚ ใ€Žโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใŠๅ‰ใฎใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใ€ๆœ€ๆ—ฉ็—…ๆฐ—ใ ใ€‚ๆฅใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใ‚‚ๆฅใ‚‹ๆ—ฅใ‚‚ใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใ€ใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฃใฆใ‚ˆใ€‚็™ฝ็—ดใซใงใ‚‚ใชใฃใŸใ‹? ใ‚ใ‚“?ใ€ ๆžœใฆใ—็„กใๅบƒใŒใ‚‹่’้‡Žใ€‚ ๆ•ฐๅˆปๅ‰ใพใง่ฝŸ้ŸณใŒๅฟ™ใ—ใชใ่ฝŸใ„ใฆใ„ใŸๆˆฆๅ ดใฎ็ฉบใฏใ€ๆš—้›ฒใซ้–‰ใ–ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ไธๆฐ—ๅ‘ณใชๆ–œ้™ฝใซๆŸ“ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ™ใๅดใงใ€ๆŒ‘็™บใงใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ชใใคใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ไบบใฎๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฏใ€Žใใ†ใ ใชใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ ใ‘ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆœ€ๆ—ฉ็†ๅฑˆใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚......ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎ่กŒ็‚บใ‚’ใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚่ฒซใ“ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹็งใฎๆญฃๆฐ—ใ‚’่จผๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‚ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚Šใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€ ๅˆฅใซ็†่งฃใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใŸ่ฆšใˆใฏใชใใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ“ใ‚Œใพใงใ‚‚ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ไธ€ๅˆ‡ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ไธๅค‰ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Ž่จ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใๅฝ“ไบบใŸใ‚‹็งใซใ ใฃใฆใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚“ใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใฎ็›ฎใซใ€็‹‚ๆฐ—ใจๆ˜ ใ‚‹็จ‹ใ€ ใŸใ ใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Š็†ๅฑˆใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใจใ€‚ ไป–ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅทฑใŒๆญฃใ—ใ„ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใฎ้“ใซๆฎ‰ใšใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใงๅๅˆ†ใ€‚ ๅ…ฑๆ„Ÿใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ—ใ€็†่งฃใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅŒๆƒ…ใ‚‚ใ€ใพใ—ใฆใ‚„ๅ”ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ใ€ๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅฟ…่ฆใจใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งไปฅๅค–ใฎไบบ้–“ใซใฉใ†ๆ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใŒ้–ขไฟ‚ใชใ„ใจๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฏ็ท ใ‚ใใใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Ž......ใธใฃใ€ๅฎŒๅ…จใซๆ‰‹้…ใ‚Œใ ใ‚ˆใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€ ใ€Žใใ‚“ใชใซใ€็ด„ๆŸใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ‚“ใฏๅคงไบ‹ใ‹ใญใˆ?ใ€ ใ€Ž็„ก่ซ–ใ€ ๅˆน้‚ฃใฎ้€กๅทกใ™ใ‚‰ใชใใใ†่จ€ใ„ๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ไป–่€…ใฎๆ„่ฆ‹ใซใ“ใ‚Œใฃใฝใฃใกใ‚‚่€ณใ‚’ๅ‚พใ‘ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎ้ ‘่ฟทๅ…ทๅˆใซๆ€ใ‚ใšใ€่ฉฑใ—็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎ็”ทใฏ็ฉบใ‚’ไปฐใ„ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Ž......ๅนผๅฐ‘ใฎใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€็‰ฉใฎ้“็†ใ™ใ‚‰ๅๅ…จใซ็†่งฃใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ๆ€ชใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸ้ ƒใฎๅคงๅฃใ ใ€‚็งใ‚‚้ฆฌ้นฟใ’ใฆใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๆžœใŸใ™ไป–ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒ? ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ๆ—ขใซๆญปใ‚“ใ ใƒคใƒ„ใจใฎๅ”ฏไธ€ใฎ็ด„ๆŸใจใ‚ใฃใฆใฏใ€ใชใ€ ใ€Žๅนพใ‚‰ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ๅพ‹ๅ„€้ŽใŽใ‚“ใ ใ‚ใ€ ใ€ŽใŠๅ‰ใ‚‚ใใฃใจใ€ใ„ใคใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใŸใจใˆใ“ใฎใพใพๆญปใฌใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฏๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚......ใ ใฃใฆใ€็งใซใฏ****ใŒใคใ„ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ€–ใใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ€–ใใฏใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใŸใจใˆๆญปใ‚“ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฏๆ˜Ÿใซใชใฃใฆใ€็‰น็ญ‰ๅธญใง****ใฎๅ‹‡ๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅฑŠใ‘ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ใ‚“ใช็œŸใฃ็›ดใใช็›ฎใงใ€ใ‚ใ‚่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ€็งใฏๆ–ญใ‚Œใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ€‚็„กๆง˜ใฏๆ™’ใ›ใ‚“ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไธ€็”Ÿๆถฏใ‚’ๆ‡ธใ‘ใฆใงใ‚‚ใ€็งใฏๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚ใ†ใจ่ฉฆใฟใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€‚......ใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ไธ€็”Ÿๆถฏใฉใ“ใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใฎ็”ŸใŒใƒ€ใƒกใชใ‚‰ๆฌกใฎ็”Ÿใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใƒ€ใƒกใชใ‚‰ใใฎๆฌกใฎ็”Ÿใ€‚ๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้–“้•ใ„ใชใ็งใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€่ฒปใ‚„ใ™ใ€ ๅนผๅฐ‘ใฎ้ ƒใฎๆˆฏ่จ€ใ ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’้ฆฌ้นฟๆญฃ็›ดใซไฟกใ˜ๅˆ‡ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€‚ ใซ่ฟซใ‚‹ไธญใ€ใใ‚“ใชๅงฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ€ใŸใจใˆใใ‚ŒใŒๆณ•่žบ่ฉฑใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€็œŸๅฎŸใซใ—ใชใใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚็†่งฃใ•ใ‚Œใชใ„ๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฎๆ นๅนนใ€‚ๆˆฏ่จ€ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใ‚’ๆˆใ™ใจๅฃใซใ—ใฆๆญขใพใชใ„็†็”ฑใ€‚ ใ€Ž......ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฏๆญฃๆฐ—ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใˆใ‚ใ€‚ใ‚“ใช็œŸใฃ็›ดใใช็›ฎใงใ€็‹‚ใ„ๅˆ‡ใฃใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅฎฃใˆใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใŒๆญฃๆฐ—ใงใ‚ใฃใฆใŸใพใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ‹ใ€ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใŠๅ‰ใฎใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏใ€็—…ๆฐ—ใ‚’่ถ…ใˆใฆๆœ€ๆ—ฉๅ‘ชใ„ใ ใ€‚ ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎ็”ทใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฎ็žณใฏใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚็œŸใฃ็›ดใใ ใฃใŸใ€‚็žณใฎๅฅฅใซๆน›ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆฑบๆ„ใจ่ฆšๆ‚Ÿใฏ็ด›ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใชใๆœฌ็‰ฉใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ“ใซๅฎฟใ‚‹็…Œใ‚ใใฏใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใๅฑใ†ใใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใŒๆญฃๆฐ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใฏๅฃใŒ่ฃ‚ใ‘ใฆใ‚‚่จ€ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Žใพใ€ใใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๆˆฏ่จ€ใ‚’ใปใ–ใใซใฏใ€ๆญฃๆฐ—ใ˜ใ‚ƒๅˆฐๅบ•็„ก็†ใช่ฉฑใ ใ€ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๆ—ขใซๆˆใ™ใจๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‚’็Š ็‰ฒใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€่จผๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆฑบใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ่ช“ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ€‚ ๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฏ่‚ฏๅฎšใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ€ใ‚ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ใ€‚ๅฆๅฎšใ‚’ใ—ใฆไปŠใพใง้€šใ‚Šใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅนณๅ‡กใชๅ‰ฃๅฃซใจใ—ใฆใ€็”Ÿใ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใฏ็ขบใ‹ใซใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅนณๅ‡กใซใ€ใจใ„ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใ‚’ไป–ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅฝผใŒๆกใ‚Šๆฝฐใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใฉใ†ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚่ƒŒใฏๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็งใฏๆ–ฌใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅ…จใฆใ ใ€ ใ€Žใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅทฑใ‚’่ฟฝใ„่พผใ‚€็‚บใซๅน่ดใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ‹? ้ฆฌ้นฟใฎไธ€ใค่ฆšใˆใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€็งใฏใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Ž......ใฏใฃใ€ไฟบใจใŠๅ‰ใ€‚ไธ€ไฝ“ไฝ•ๅนดใฎไป˜ใๅˆใ„ใ ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ€ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏ่ฆชๅ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅนผ้ฆดๆŸ“ใฟใจใ‚‚ๅ‘ผในใ‚‹้–“ๆŸ„ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅคงๆŠตใฎไบ‹ใฏ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅฐฝใใ™ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใใŠไบ’ใ„ใŒใŠไบ’ใ„ใซ็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใจๅไน—ใ‚Œใฐๅฟ…็„ถใ€็ฌ‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅคข่ฆ‹ใŒใกใช็”ทใจๅคงๅŠใฎไบบ้–“ใฏๅ˜ฒ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ€‚้ฆฌ้นฟใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใชใ€‚ใชใซใ›ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใใฎ่กŒ็‚บใฏ้€”ๆ–นใ‚‚ใชใ„ๅ‰ๆฅญใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€็งใฏใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใจๅไน—ใ‚‰ใชใใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€ ็ฌ‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใฏใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๅทฑใฎๆญฆใŒๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใใ€ๆœชใ ่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒ่ชใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ๆœ€ๅผทใ€Ÿใ‹ใ‚‰็จ‹้ ใ„ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ๅฎŸใซไป–ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใ€Ž็ตๅฑ€ใ€ไฝ•ใŒ่จ€ใ„ใฆใˆใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Ž......ใฃใŸใใ€‚ใ‚“ใชใ“ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚้•ใ„ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚“ใญใˆใ‚ˆใ€ ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ็ฐกๆฝ”ใซ่จ€ใ„ใ‚„ใŒใ‚Œใจใ€ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‚„ใ‚Šใซ็”ทใฏใŸใ‚ๆฏใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™ๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฏใใ†ใ„ใ†ใƒคใƒ„ใชใฎใ ใจๅฝผใฏ็†่งฃใ—ใŸไธŠใงใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๅ…ฑใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใŠๅ‰ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใจๆœ€็ต‚็š„ใซใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚็ฌ‘ใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ็”ทใŒใ€ใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๅทฑใ‚’ใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใจๅไน—ใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹้˜ฟๅ‘†ใจๅ…ฑใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใŸใ ใฒใจใคใ€‚ ใใฎ็‚บใซๅฟƒ่ก€ใ‚’ๆณจใ„ใง่ถณๆŽปใๅงฟใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใพใงใ‚‚ๆป‘็จฝใงใ€้†œใใฆใ€ๅ“€ใ‚Œใงใ€่ฏๅฅขใช่…•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๅ„šใใฆโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใๅฐŠใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Žใฃใ€ใจใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใ‚“ใชใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹้–“ใซใŠ่ฟŽใˆใŒๆฅใŸใฟใŸใ„ใ ใชใ?ใ€ ใ€Žใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅฅด็ญ‰ใ€ไฟบใ‚‰ใฎไบ‹ใฏใ‚ˆใ‰ใ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใ‚„ใ‘ใซ่ธใฟ่พผใ‚“ใงใ“ใญใˆใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ๅพŒใ‚ใซใƒคใƒใใ†ใช้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๆฝœใพใ›ใฆใŸใจใฏใชใ‚ใ€‚่ฟ‘ๆŽฅใ˜ใ‚ƒๅ‹่ฒ ใซใชใ‚‰ใญใˆใ‹ใ‚‰ใฃใฆใ‹?ใ€ ่ท้›ขใฏ็›ฎ็ฎ—ๆ•ฐ็™พใƒกใƒผใƒˆใƒซใ€‚ ่ฑ†็ฒ’ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚ทใƒซใ‚จใƒƒใƒˆใจใ€ใ‚„ใ‚„ๅคงใใ‚ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•้™ฃใŒ่™š็ฉบใซๆใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‚’่ช่ญ˜ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Žใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆ? ใชใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€Ÿใ€ ๆ‚ฉใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ๆง‹ใ‚ใญใˆใŒใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ—ๆ™‚้–“ใฏๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใญใˆใžใจ็”ทใฏ็ทŠๅผตๆ„Ÿใฎๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฃใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Žๆ™‚ใซใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ€ๆ˜ŸใŒ้™ใ‚‹ๅคœใ€Ÿใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸไบ‹ใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Žใ‚ขใƒฌใฏ็†ไธๅฐฝใฎๅกŠใงใชใ€‚ๆ˜Ÿใฎ้€Ÿๅบฆใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใฏไบบ้–“ใฎ่ถณใงใฏๅˆฐๅบ•่ฟฝใ„ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใจ็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ๅฅด็ญ‰ใ€ๅ”็ชใซ้™ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ€ ็งใฏใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใ—ใฆๆ–ฌใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใงใฏๆ–ฌใ‚‹ใซๆ–ฌใ‚Œใชใ„ใจๅฝผใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Ž็ฉบใซๆตฎใ‹ใถๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚‹่‚ฉๆ…ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใซใ€้™ใ‚Šๆณจใๆ˜Ÿใงใ‚‚ๆ–ฌใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใพใŸ้›ฃใ—ใใฆใชใ€‚้™ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใพใ ใ—ใ‚‚ใ€ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‰ใš็ฉบใ‹ใ‚‰้™ใ‚‹ๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ใพใจใ‚‚ใซๆ–ฌใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏไธๅฏ่ƒฝใ ใจๆ‚ŸใฃใŸใ•ใ€ ใ€Žใปใ‰? ใŠๅ‰ใซใ—ใกใ‚ƒ้šๅˆ†ใจใพใจใ‚‚ใชๆ„่ฆ‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใˆใ‹ใ€ ใ€Žใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฏพๆŠ—ใ—ใฆ็งใ‚‚ๆ˜Ÿใ‚’้™ใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซใ—ใŸใ€ ใ€Ž......่จ‚ๆญฃใ ใ€‚ใŠๅ‰ใฏใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚ŠใŠๅ‰ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ใ€‚ใถใ‚Œใ‚‹ไฝ™ๅœฐใฃใคใƒผใ‚‚ใ‚“ใŒๅพฎๅกตใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใญใˆใ€ ใ€Žๅ‰ฃใŒๅฑŠใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใ—ใฆๅ‰ฃใงใฏใชใ„ๆ–ฌใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆ”ปๆ’ƒๆ‰‹ๆฎตใ‚’ๅฑŠใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใพใงใ€ ใ€Ž......ไฝ•ใ™ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๆ˜ŸใŒ้™ใ‚‹ใ€ๅคœ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใฏ็ถบ้บ—ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใญใ€‚็›ฎใซใ‚‚็•™ใพใ‚‰ใฌ้€Ÿใ•ใงๅคœ้—‡ใซ็ด›ใ‚Œใฆ็„กๆ•ฐใฎๆ˜ŸใŒ้™ใ‚Šๆณจใใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ“ใฎ็›ฎใงๅฎŸ้š›ใซ่ฆ‹ใŸไบ‹ใฏใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚่จ˜ๆ†ถใŒ่ฆšใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๆ˜ŸใŒ้™ใ‚‹ๅคœใฎๅนปๆƒณ็š„ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚ŒใŒไธ€ไฝ“ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ€Œ็ฐกๅ˜ใช่ฉฑใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆŽฅ่ฟ‘ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆŽฅ่ฟ‘ใ›ใšใซๅ€’ใ™ใพใงใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ€่ฟ‘ไป˜ใ‹ใชใ„ใจๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ‘ใชใ„ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆใƒซใƒผใƒซใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใซใ‚‚ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆ•…ใซโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ไฟบใ‚‚ๆ˜Ÿใ‚’้™ใ‚‰ใ™ไบ‹ใงๅฏพ่ฑกใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ„ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๆˆใ‚‹็จ‹ใชใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใชใ‚“ใงๅง‹ใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ็—›ใ„ใจใ“ใ‚ใ‚’็ชใใญใ€ ใ€Œๅฝ“็„ถใ ใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒฌใŒใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฎ็ซ‹ๅ ดใชใ‚‰ใ€ไธ€็•ชๅˆใ‚ใซๆŽฅ่ฟ‘ใ—ใŸ้š›ใซ้•ๅ’Œๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใฃใŸ็›ดๅพŒใ€ใใ‚Œใซใ‚ทใƒ•ใƒˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚้–“้•ใ„ใชใใชใ€ ใใ—ใฆๆŒŸใ‚€ไธ€็žฌใฎๆฒˆ้ป™ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆœฌ้Ÿณใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ใใฎๆŠ€ใซๅฏพใ™ใ‚‹่‡ชไฟกใฃใฆใ‚‚ใฎใŒ็ตถๆœ›็š„ใชใพใงใซ็„กใใฆใญใ€ ๆœฌ้Ÿณใ‚’ๅ้œฒใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็ถšใ‘ๆง˜ใ€ใฉใ†ใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใจๅ‰็ฝฎใใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ ใ€Œใพใใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใ‚„ใฃใฆใฟใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใชใซใ›ใ€ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ่ฆชใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏไฝ•ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจไฝฟใ†ๅ ดๆ‰€โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎ่ก—ใ€‚ๅˆ†ไธ็›ธๅฟœใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใใ“ใซไพ‹ๅค–ใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใ ? ใจใ€็œ‰้–“ใซ็šบใ‚’ๅฏ„ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ้ฆฌ้นฟๆญฃ็›ดใซ่ชฌๆ˜Žใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใชใใ€ไฟบใฏๅฝผใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’้ฎใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใซใฒใจใค่ฌใ‚‰ใชใใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆ˜ŸใŒ้™ใ‚‹ๅคœใ‚’ๆจกใ—ใŸๆŠ€ใ€‚ ๆตใ‚Œใ‚‹็„กๆ•ฐใฎๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๅฉใ่ฝใจใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ‹ใ‚“ใจ้ก˜ใฃใŸไธ€ไบบใฎ่ฆๆ ผๅค–ใŒ็ทจใฟๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€ๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ŸใฎๆŠ€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ€ไธ‡ใŒไธ€ใซไธŠๆ‰‹ใใ„ใฃใŸใจใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใซใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใชใ‹ใ‚‰ใš่ขซๅฎณใŒๅ‡บใกใ‚ƒใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ”ใ‚ใ‚“ใญใจไบˆใ‚่ฌใฃใฆใŠใไบ‹ใซใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‹ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใชใ‚‰ๆง‹ใ‚ใญใˆใ€‚ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ‚„ใใฃใจใงใใŸใฐใ‚‹็จ‹ใ‚ชใƒฌใฏใ‚„ใ‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใˆใ‚ˆใ€ ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฎๅผทใ•ใฏๆ—ขใซไฟบใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚ใ€‚ ไฟบใŒ็นฐใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ๅŠฃๅŒ–ๆจกๅ€ฃใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ„ใ‚‰ใฌๅฟƒ้…ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใจใ€่ปฝใ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ€ใŠ่จ€่‘‰ใซ็”˜ใˆใฆ่ฉฆใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ็›ดๅพŒใซๆ€ใ„ๆตฎใ‹ในใ‚‹ใฒใจใคใฎ่งฃๅทใ€‚
Chapter 36 It was a memory from the past, and so it flashed before my mind. "--You've already gone sick in the head, you know? Day after day, you always spout 'Star-Slaying' this, 'Star-Slaying' that. Have you become a complete idiot? Huh?" There laid an endless wilderness. Scarcely a few hours before, the sky above the battlefield, which had been roaring unceasingly, was now engulfed with darkness and tinted with the eerie sunset. The other swordsman right beside him could only let out a little laugh, saying so. "No matter how you look at it, nothing about your dream is within reason... There is just no way you could prove something that insane, let alone actually being able to achieve it." The swordsman never sought to be understood, which had never changed, nor would it ever be. "Even I myself wouldn't know that unless I try and do it. Whether or not I'm truly deranged for my dream, I'm just another obsessed person in your eyes." Though, he wouldn't deny that it was indeed still beyond reason. He made his own decision about what he thought was right, and so that was enough reason to devote himself to that path. He neither seeks sympathy, nor understanding. It didn't matter what anyone else thought of him, the swordsman concluded. "...Heh. It's completely late for you, you know?" "Are promises really that important to you?" "Of course they are." He said so without even a moment's hesitation. The man looked up at the sky, without the slightest intention of heeding the opinions of others, and then grumbled about how helpless he really was. "...Even at a young age when I couldn't even fully understand the reason for things, I sure had a really big mouth. When it's the only promise I can make to people who are already gone in this world, how can I not try and fulfill it?" "You're too disciplined for your own good." "You'll understand someday." --Even if I were to die like this, I wouldn't be afraid. And it's because... I have ####* with me. I'm not afraid, and I'm not going to be afraid. Even if I die, I'll become a star and watch #### afar, from a very special seat. "Having someone look me straight in the eye like that, I wouldn't be able to refuse. It's unsightly, and I cannot show such disgrace like that. So even if it takes me a lifetime, I will try to slay the stars... No. If this life didn't suffice, the next one would. And if that still didn't work, then I will make it so the next one definitely will." Even though it was a mere jest from childhood, he believed in it wholeheartedly. ...Even if it could cost it his life, be it a boastful, impossible feat, he had to make it come true. Hence the reason why he never ceased to declare his dream of slaying the stars, and the reason why it became the root of a swordsman who was never understood. "...You're a nutjob, after all. How could a sane person declare something like that with such honest, straightforward eyes?" --A curse rather than an illness, to be more exact. From the other man's perspective, the resolve and determination found in the swordsman's eyes were unmistakably genuine. But the gleam in his eyes was so dangerous that he could not be said to be in his right mind. "Well, it's not like I don't understand your point. Because indeed, it's more than crazy to even consider the idea of slaying the stars." But he had already decided to do it. No matter at what cost, he had already decided to prove that he could indeed slay the stars. He swore an oath. At that very time, in that very place. The swordsman himself affirmed it. As an ordinary swordsman who had the option to simply deny that dream and continue living as he had before, he chose to be pretentious and put on airs. He, of all people, had to crush the option of being just an ordinary person. So no matter what, he couldn't turn his back on that decision. "But I just have to slay the stars, and that's all there to it." "And so you're proclaiming the same, single crap to drive yourself like an idiot who only has one thing in his mind?" "...Hah. How long do you think we've known each other already?" They were very close friends. Childhood friends. Most things could be fully comprehended by one another without any need for words, and so, the swordsman came up with a notion. "I am laughed at, scoffed upon, and made fun of for attempting to achieve such a tremendous feat. But, that's precisely why I must take it upon myself and still call myself one." In other words, the fact that he was laughed at meant that he was far from the "strongest" that anyone could recognize, not to mention the fact that he was still far from slaying the stars. "What's your point?" "...Jeez. I still don't know the difference even if you tell me that." Explain it in simpler terms, or so the man demanded as he soon lost composure. He knew that the swordsman with whom he exchanged words was a difficult person to deal with, and so he decided to just give up and laugh at his friend's very trait. There was only one reason why the man chose to stick with the foolish swordsman, and it was simply because he couldn't leave him alone. The way he poured his heart and soul into his efforts to achieve his dream was ridiculous, unsightly, pathetic, far more fragile than his slim, delicate arms... and yet, inexplicably precious. "While we're busy chit-chattering like this, it seems like we had some visitors around." "They seem to have researched us very well. I was wondering why they didn't step in, then I realized that they had a magician lurking in the rear. They want to avoid close-quarter combat at all cost, huh?" The distance was several hundred meters. Just enough to barely recognize a pea-sized silhouette and a slightly large magic circle painted in the sky. "Say, what should we do-- 'Star Slayer?'" You can worry about it all you want, but we do not have the time nor the luxury to do so. The man said with a nervous smile. "Have you ever seen a night filled with shooting stars?" "Those things are absurd, you know? They know that human legs can't keep up with them, yet they just fall from the sky as fast as they like." Knowing that it couldn't be done, I wanted to slay them in one way or another somehow, he said. "I thought I would attempt to slay the falling stars in the sky, but it proved much more difficult than it seemed. Unless you know the exact location where they would fall, slaying them would be completely impossible." "Now, now, now. That's a pretty logical opinion coming from you." "That's why I decided to just make the stars fall myself in response." "...I take it back. I forgot we were talking about you here, I can't expect the slightest room of you wavering from your principles." "If my sword can't reach them, I have to somehow find a means of attacking that doesn't necessarily need one, let alone me directly slashing through it." "...What do you plan to do?" "...A night filled with shooting stars?" "It's something of a spectacle to see. Countless stars falling down in the darkness of the night at blinding speeds, which us humans can't even fathom to react to." I had never actually seen a sight of a night filled with shooting stars with my own eyes, but my memory had a recollection of it nonetheless. "...What the hell does that have to do with anything?" "If you can't get close to them, just beat them to the distance they're headed to. There's no rule that says a swordsman has to get close in order to slay their enemy." Therefore-- I, too, decided to slay through my target by raining stars. "...I see what you mean. But if that's the case, why didn't you do just that in the first place?" "You sure know how to hit a sore spot." "Of course. If I were in your shoes, I would've done it as soon as I sensed something wrong the first time I approached the Jabberwock." A moment of silence passed through. "To tell you the truth, I'm hopelessly lacking in confidence in that very technique." I exposed my genuine feelings. And after prefacing my response with how I didn't know what the end result would be... "Well, I'll give it a try anyway. At any rate, we're in a town where one must use whatever is available in order to survive-- Minaura. I know it's an inadequate memory to use right now, but there's no such thing as an exception anymore." Siva furrowed his brow, but I cut him off without giving the slightest bit of explanation. "Also, I have something to apologize about in advance." The technique that I was about to perform imitates a night filled with shooting stars. A 'Star Slaying' technique developed by a lone swordsman who once wished to slice through and slay the countless stars that endlessly flowed past the sky. "If by any chance that my technique worked out, you could also suffer a little bit of damage yourself." I decided to apologize in advance, being aware of what was going to happen. "...Oh, is that it? If that's the case, you don't need to worry about me. I'm not so weak to fall down after one attack." I already knew Siva's capabilities. And so I let out a light laugh, thinking that I was worrying for nothing, given that the technique I was about to do was no more than an inferior imitation of the original one. "I'll take your word for it and give it a try, then." One solution immediately came to mind.
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ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚ๅˆ†ไธ็›ธๅฟœใช้ก˜ใ„ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ™ใใซ่‡ช่ฆšใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ†ใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ ใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ ใ‘ใ‚ŒใฉใŠใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅˆ†ไธ็›ธๅฟœใจ็Ÿฅใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎ่€ƒใˆใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๆจใฆใ‚ˆใ†ใจๅฐ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅณๅทฆใซใถใ‚“ใถใ‚“ใจๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฆใฟใŸใ„ใ€ ไปŠใฎใŠใ‚Œใฏๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚‹ใฉใ“ใ‚ใ‹ใ€ใพใจใ‚‚ใซๅ‰ฃใ™ใ‚‰ๆŒฏใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๆ€ชใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใชใซใ›ใŠใ‚Œใฏๆ‘ไบบใชใฎใ ใ€‚ๅนณๅ‡กใชใŸใ ใฎๆ‘ไบบใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅพŒๆ‚”ใ ใ‘ใฏใ€ใ—ใŸใใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใซใฏ็ธใฎใชใ„่ฉฑใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚ใฎๅคขใ‚’ใŠใ‚Œใฏๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆจใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅคขใง่ฆ‹ใŸ่‰ฒ่คชใ›ใชใ„็”Ÿใฎๆ™ฏ่‰ฒใ€‚ ใŸใฃใŸไธ€ๅบฆใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใŠใ‚Œใฎไบบ็”Ÿใ‚’ใ€ใใ“ใ‚‰ไธญใซใ‚ใ‚Šใตใ‚ŒใŸไธ€ไบบใฎๆ‘ไบบใจใ—ใฆใฎ็”Ÿใจใ—ใฆ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ›ใŸใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ไธ–็•Œใฏ่ผใใ€ๅ‘ฝใฏ็‡ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็”Ÿใๆ–นๆฌก็ฌฌใงใ‚ใ‚“ใชใซใ‚‚่ผใ„ใŸไบบ็”ŸใŒ้€ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใŠใ‚Œใซใ€ๅพŒๆˆปใ‚Šใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใฏๆ—ขใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ๅ‰ใซ้€ฒใ‚€้“ใฎใฟใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใŠใ‚Œใ‚‚ใพใŸใ‚ใฎๅ‰ฃๅฃซใจๅŒๆง˜ใ€ใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ‚’ๅคข่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅฐ‘ใชใใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใฎๅ‰ฃๅฃซใจๅŒ็ญ‰ไปฅไธŠใฎๆŠ€้‡ใ‚’่บซใซใคใ‘ใชใ„ไบ‹ใซใฏ่ฉฑใฏๅง‹ใพใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ไบบๅค–ๆŸ“ใฟใŸๅ‰ฃใฎๆŠ€้‡ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใ‚‹ไฝ“่ก“ใ€็ตŒ้จ“ใ€้•ทๅนดใซใ‚ใŸใฃใฆๅŸนใฃใŸใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ€ๅ‹˜ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ๅ…จใฆใ‚’่บซใซใคใ‘ใชใ„ไบ‹ใซใฏใ€ใ‚ใฎๅ‰ฃๅฃซใŒ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅœŸไฟตใซใ™ใ‚‰ไธŠใŒใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใŠใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ‚’ๆˆใ™ใซใ‚ใŸใฃใฆไฝ•ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅผทใ็†่งฃใ—ใ€้ ญใฎไธญใซๆทฑใๅˆปใฟ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆฏŽๆ—ฅใšใฃใจๅŒใ˜ไบ‹ใฎ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใœใฃใŸใ„ใ“ใฃใกใฎๆ–นใŒๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ€ ๅฏใฆใ€้ฃŸในใฆใ€็•‘ใ‚’่€•ใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎ็”Ÿๆดปใ‚’้€ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€็ตถๅฏพใซใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใ‚’ๅคขใฟใŸๅ‰ฃๅฃซใŒ้€ใฃใŸ็”Ÿใฎๆ–นใŒๆฅฝใ—ใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏ้€กๅทกใชใ่จ€ใ„ๅˆ‡ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใŠใ‚Œใฏใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ่ชฐใ‹ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใฆๅฎฃ่ช“ใงใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚ ใŠใ‚ŒใฏๅธŒๆœ›ใจๆœŸๅพ…ใซๆบขใ‚ŒใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’่จ€่‘‰ใซไน—ใ›ใฆใ€ๅใๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใŠใ‚ŒใŒใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€ ๅนด็›ธๅฟœใซๅนผใ•ใฎๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ๅฃใ‚’ๆ„‰ๆ‚ฆใซๆญชใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใŠใ‚Œใฏๆญ“ๅ–œใ‚’ๆน›ใˆใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใง่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไธฆในใฆใ„ใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ใคใ‹ใ‚ใฎใใ‚‰ใซๆตฎใ‹ใถๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ใ€ใ€ ใ„ใใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅฑŠใๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใชใ„ๆ˜Ÿใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ใŠใ‚Œใฏๅ‚ฒๆ…ขใซๅฎฃใ†ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ‚ŒใŒใ€ๆ–ฌใฃใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€ 8ๆญณใฎ่ช•็”Ÿๆ—ฅใ‚’่ฟŽใˆใŸใใฎๆ—ฅใฎๅคœใ€‚
Chapter 1 I had a strange dream that day. I was nothing more than an unremarkable villager, but for some reason, I remembered the life of a swordsman in my dream. A life that was bound by edged steel, longing to "slay the stars" someday. "Ouch..." My head throbbed as a dull pain slowly seeped in, crawling its way to my brain. An intense headache followed by a sudden surge of memories roused me to consciousness. One who kept pursuing his longing, he was an overly simple-minded swordsman. And by the deed of "Slaying the Stars," he tried to show the world that he was indeed the strongest of them all. The night sky was shrouded in darkness. The sparsely scattered stars, which shone ever so brightly, reflected so beautifully in my eyes that it made me want to put them in my treasure chest. Thus, the swordsman had pondered. "If I slay such stars, won't I be able to prove the strength of my sword to everyone?" And so, the swordsman, who never doubted that it was the right thing to do, made "Star Slaying" his guiding principle and thirsted for it as if he were dying. He continued to look for worthy opponents that could be of nourishment to his journey. "Star Slaying..." Those words could be said to be the core of the swordsman's life that I had dreamt of. And not knowing why, it came out of my mouth unconsciously. Those two words gave me a strange, familiar feeling. A hope and longing I had never felt before. I spent my everyday life doing the exact same routine. Perhaps I was just fed up living the life of a common villager and hadn't been aware of it. So much so that my words were filled with passion that I had never felt before. "Wow..." My throat quivered as I tried to put together my words in a hoarse voice. There was a sense of discomfort due to the headache, but the more I focused on the words "Star Slaying", the less the pain I felt. And an endless yearning followed suit. "This is freaking amazing!!!" With a gleam in my eyes, I jumped to my feet, praising the swordsman who had wielded his sword in my dream. Even though he had ultimately failed to achieve his goal of slaying the stars, he still undoubtedly had lived a bright life. I was filled with hope. "That was awesome..." I, on this day, at this very moment, yearned from the bottom of my heart for a way of living that continued to strive for such a goal. For someone like me who had been idly living my life as a mere villager, the swordsman's way of living seemed like a star that was too dazzling for me. It was such a jewel of a thing. "But a swordsman, huh..." I'm just a mere villager. An unremarkable villager, just like any other. I soon realized that it was a desire that I was not worthy of. "...No, but even so I--" I shook my head left and right in an attempt to shake off my earlier thoughts, even though I knew they were unworthy. "I want to try." I wasn't sure if the present me could even swing a sword properly, let alone slay a star. "I just don't want to have any regrets." I couldn't dismiss the dream as something I had nothing to do with. I didn't want my one and only life to end as a common villager's life. When the world shines, life burns. When I became aware of the fact that I could lead a very bright life depending on how I chose to live, turning back was no longer an option to me. There was no other way but to move forward. And if I, like that swordsman, were to aspire to be a "Star Slayer", I would have to be at least as skilled or even better than him before I could even start to consider it. Followed by his expertise in hand-to-hand combat, he had built a strong sense of intuition that must have been developed over his years of experience. Without acquiring all those skills, I wouldn't be able to stand in the same pit that the swordsman was standing in. That's why I wanted to know what it would take to become a "Star Slayer." To understand it deeply and engrave it in my mind. "Rather than doing the same thing over and over every day, this would definitely be more fun." Eat, sleep, tend the field. The life led by the swordsman who had dreamt of being a "Star Slayer" was far more enjoyable than living a life like this. I could say that without any second thought. "That's why... I'm going to do it." It was as if I was swearing an oath to someone. After putting my emotions into words, filled with hopes and expectations, I let them out. "...I'll do it, no. I'm going to try and do it." My youthful mouth twitched in joy as I said the words with a delighted look on my face. "Someday, all the stars that float in the sky..." Toward the unattainable stars that seemed to be out of reach regardless of how hard I tried, I arrogantly proclaimed: "I'll slay them all." On the night of my eighth birthday, I found something worth living for.
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ใ€Œๆ‚ฒ้ณดใฒใจใคใ‚ใ’ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ‹ใ€‚ใใฎๆญณใงใ‚ใ‚‹็จ‹ๅบฆใฎ็—›่ฆšใ‚’็„ก่ฆ–ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใฏๅคงใ—ใŸ่€…ใงใ™ใ€ ็œผ้กใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸ็—ฉ่บฏใฎ็”ทใฏใ€ๅ—œ่™ใ‚ใ„ใŸ็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ไฟบใฎๅทฆ่…•ใซๅŒ…ๅธฏใ‚’ๅทปใไป˜ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†ๅฎฃใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ‚ใŸใ—้”ใซๆททใ–ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„?ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ็”ณใ—ๅ‡บใซๅฏพใ—ใฆไบ†ๆ‰ฟใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใ‚’้ธใณๅ–ใฃใŸไฟบใฏใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใŒใ€ใƒ”ใ‚ฃใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€Ÿใจๅ‘ฝๅใ—ใŸ ใใ“ใฏใ€ๅคงใใชๅœฐไธ‹้€š่ทฏใŒๅบƒใŒใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€‚ ใใฎๅ†…ใฎไธ€ไบบโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใจๅไน—ใ‚‹ๆฒป็™’ๅธซใซๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸ่…•ใ‚’ๆฒปใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ†ไบ‹ใซใชใฃใŸใฎใ ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚ŒใŒใพใŸใ€ๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ‚’ๆฅตใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅƒ•ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฏ ......ใใ†ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ๅฝผใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏใ€่จ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐๅ…ƒใซๆˆปใ™้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€‚ ้ชจใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใชใ„็Šถๆ…‹ใซใ€‚ ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ‚’ใ—ใŸใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใชใ„็Šถๆ…‹ใซๆˆปใ™ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅฝผโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฎๅพ“่€…ใ‚’ๅไน—ใ‚‹ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ€‚ ไธ€่ฆ‹ใ€ไฝฟใ„ๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใฎ่‰ฏใ„ไพฟๅˆฉใช่ƒฝๅŠ›ใซๆ€ใˆใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใใฎๅฎŸใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šๅฏพ่ฑก่€…ใซๅŽณใ—ใ„้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸ้ชจใ‚’ๆฒปใ™ใจใ‚‚ใชใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆƒณๅƒใ‚’็ตถใ™ใ‚‹็—›ใฟใ ใฃใŸใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใงใ™ใŒใญใ€‚ๅณ่…•ใฏๅณ่…•ใง็ฝ…ๅ…ฅใฃใฆใพใ—ใŸใ—ใ€ ใซๆˆปใ™ๆฒป็™’็ณป็ตฑ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ€‚้ชจใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ๅผทๅผ•ใซๆŽฅๅˆใ—ใ€ๅ…ƒ้€šใ‚Šใซๆˆปใ™ใ ใ‘ใชใฎใ ใŒโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’่กŒไฝฟใ™ใ‚‹ๅ ดๅˆใ€ๅฏพ่ฑก่€…ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใฎๅบฆๅˆใ„ใซๆฏ”ไพ‹ใ—ใฆๅ‡„็ตถใช็—›ใฟใŒไผดใ†ใจใ„ใ†ๆฌ ็‚นไป˜ใใ€‚ ใใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ™ใใซๆฒปใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๅˆฉ็‚นใ‚‚ๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใŒใ€ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็—›ใฟใงใ‚ทใƒงใƒƒใ‚ฏๆญปใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใจ็–‘ใ†ใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใง็—›ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ€็คผใฏไธ่ฆใงใ™ใ€‚ๅฏงใ‚ใ€ใŠๅฌขใฎ็”ณใ—ๅ‡บใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ใซๅฏพใ—ๆญคๆ–นใŒ็คผใ‚’่จ€ใ‚ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ‘ใชใ„็ซ‹ๅ ดใงใ™ใฎใงใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ†ใงใ™ใ‹ใ€ ใใฎ็†็”ฑใฏใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’่กŒไฝฟใ™ใ‚‹้š›ใซ็—›ใฟใซ่€ใˆใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ไฟบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ๆฅฝใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ฏ€ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ๅคšๅˆ†ใ“ใ„ใคใ€ใƒญใ‚ฏใงใ‚‚ใชใ„ๆ€งๆ ผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใจ็ขบไฟกใ‚ใ„ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซๆฒปใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใฃใŸๆ‰‹ๅ‰ใ€็„ก็ขใซใฏใงใใชใ„ใ€‚ ใจใ„ใ†ๆง˜ใ€…ใชไบ‹ๆƒ…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใฏไธๆฉŸๅซŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ซใ‚ฟใƒใซ่ฝใก็€ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œใˆใˆใ€‚ไพ‹ๅนด้€šใ‚Šใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐๅ•้กŒใฏใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€ไปŠๅนดใฏไบบๆ‰‹ใŒๅนพใ‚‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใใ‚‰ใ„ใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅŽ„ไป‹ใช็›ธๆ‰‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ™ใŒใ€ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใจใ„ใ†ใจใ€ ใ€Œ่จŽไผใงใ™ใ‚ˆ่จŽไผใ€‚ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎๆ‚ช่ฉ•ใฏ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝไธญใซ่ฝŸใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใ‚ใšใ‚‚ใŒใชใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใŒใ€ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ใ‹ใชใ‚Šใฎ้ซ˜็ขบ็Ž‡ใงๆญปใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ„ใพใ™ใ‚ˆ?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใ‚’่จชใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚็‚นใงใใฎ่ณชๅ•ใฏไปŠๆ›ดใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ้ญ”็‰ฉใŒๆบขใ‚Œๅ‡บใ™ๆ™‚ๆœŸใฎใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹้€ฃไธญใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ€ๆ™ฎ้€šใซ่€ƒใˆใฆๆ•‘ใˆใชใ„ๆˆฆ้—˜้ฆฌ้นฟใ‹ใ€ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใซ็—ดใ‚ŒใŸใŠใ‹ใ—ใชใƒคใƒ„ใ‹ใ€ๅ‘ฝไปคใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆไป•ๆ–นใชใใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸ็Ž‹ๅ›ฝ้จŽๅฃซใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไฟบใฏใจใ„ใ†ใจใ€้จŽๅฃซใงใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€ๆญฃ็พฉๆ„Ÿใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใ‚‚้›€ใฎๆถ™็จ‹ๅบฆใ—ใ‹ๆŒใกๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใชใ„ใ€‚ ้ญ”็‰ฉใซ่‹ฆใ—ใ‚€ไบบใ‚’ๆ•‘ใ„ใŸใ„ใ€‚ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€็ญ”ใˆใฏ่‡ชใšใจๆฑบใพใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญปใฌใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ‚„ใ‚ใฆใŠใใพใ™ใจ่จ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใชไบบ้–“ใฏใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ ใ€Œใฏใ€ใฏใฏใฏใฃใ€็ขบใ‹ใซใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใใ†ใงใ™ใญใ€‚ใงใฏใ€ใŠ่จ€่‘‰ใซ็”˜ใˆใ‚‹ใจใ—ใพใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใฏๅคงไปฐใซๆ…‹ใจใ‚‰ใ—ใๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅบƒใ’ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ่ฆชใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏไฝ•ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจไฝฟใ†ๅ ดๆ‰€โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎ่ก—ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใ‚‰ใฏๅ›ใ‚’ๆญ“่ฟŽใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ”นใ‚ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใ€‚ๅฎœใ—ใใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ„ใŸใ—ใพใ™ใญใ€ ็›ดๅพŒใ€ๅทฆใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ใˆใฆๆฒปใ—ใŸใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎๅทฆ่…•ใ‚’้ธใถใจใฏใ€ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใฏๆ€งๆ ผใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ไฟบใฏๅฝผใฎใŠ้™ฐใงๅฎŒๆฒปใ—ใŸๅทฆๆ‰‹ใงๅŠ›ๅผทใๆกใ‚Š็ท ใ‚ใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ„ ใ‚™ใฃ!?ใ€ ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ‚’ๆฒปใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸๆฉไบบใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎ่…ใฃใŸๆ€งๆ นใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ“ใฎใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎใ‚„ใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใฏใ—ใฆ็„ถใ‚‹ในใใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไธ€ๅฟœใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ไฝ•ๅนดใจๆŒฏใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใŸ่บซใ€‚ ใ€Œ่…•ใฎ่ชฟๅญใฏใฉใ†ใ‹ใช?ใ€ ใ€ŒใŠ้™ฐๆง˜ใงใ“ใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ€ ใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ€ใใ‚‹ใ‚“ใจๅทฆ่…•ใ‚’ๅ›žใ™ใ€‚ ใกใใ‚Šใจใ‚‚็—›ใพใชใ„ใ—ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅฎŒๆฒปใ—ใŸใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใฆๅ•้กŒใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃใ‹ใใฃใ‹ใ€‚ใพใ€ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใฏๆ€งๆ ผใŒๆญชใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ‘ใฉ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎ่…•ใ ใ‘ใฏ็ขบใ‹ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใˆใ€ ......ไบบ่žใๆ‚ชใ„ไบ‹่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใงไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ‚ˆใŠๅฌขใ€‚ ใจใ€่ƒŒๅพŒใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใฎๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใใ‚Œใซๅๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅ…ˆใซใ€Œใฏใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๆŽ›ใ‘ๅฃฐใจๅ…ฑใซใ“ใกใ‚‰ใซๅทฎใ—ๅ‡บใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธ€ๆžšใฎ็ด™ใ€‚ ใ€‚่ชฐใŒไฝ•ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€‚ใฉใฎใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฎไบบ้–“ใ‹ใ€ๆŠŠๆกใ—ใฆใชใ„ใจใƒ™ใ‚นใƒˆใŒๅฐฝใใ›ใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใใ“ใซใฏ็ฎ‡ๆกๆ›ธใใงใ€ไปŠใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใ„ใ‚‹่€…้”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”็ทๅ‹ขๅๆ•ฐๅใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใŒ่ฉณใ—ใๆ›ธใ่จ˜ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎไธญใซใฏๅ”ฏไธ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดใซๅฑ…ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒซใƒใƒผใ‚ฏใฎๅใ‚‚ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไฟบใฏใใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ ใ‘ใ‚’ใพใšใ€ๆตใ—็›ฎใง็ขบ่ชใ€‚ ๆฐทใ‚’่‡ชๅœจใซ็”Ÿใฟๅ‡บใ—ใ€ๆ“ใ‚‹่ƒฝๅŠ›ใ€‚ใจใ€ๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ—ใฆใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒๆ›ธใ่จ˜ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฏไฟบใซ่ƒŒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ใฒใ‚‰ใฒใ‚‰ใจๆŒฏใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆใ‚‰ใไฝ•ใ‚‰ใ‹ใฎ็”จไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ้ ˜ไธปใจใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ—ใ€ๅฟ™ใ—ใ„ไบ‹ใซใ‚‚้ ทใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆธกใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็ด™ใซ่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฎๆ–‡ๅญ—ใŒ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ้€šใ‚Šใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจๆ›ธใ่จ˜ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็ถšใใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€่ƒฝๅŠ›ใฏๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅ‰ตใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ไบ‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใฏไธ€ๆ’ƒๅฟ…ๆฎบๅž‹ใ€‚ใชใฉใจไฟบใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉณ็ดฐใŒๆ›ธใ‹ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€็ฐก็ด ใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใŒ็š„็ขบใซใใ‚Œใฏ็š„ใ‚’ๅฐ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ†ใ—ใฆไป–ใฎไบบใฎๆƒ…ๅ ฑใซใ‚‚ใ‚ถใƒƒใจ็›ฎใ‚’้€šใ™ไธญใ€ใตใจ็–‘ๅ•ใซๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ ใ€Œ......ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉๆง˜ใŒใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซๅธฐใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€ ไฟบใฎๅ†…ๅฟƒใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใ‹ใ—ใงใ‚‚ใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใทใ‚‰ใทใ‚‰ใจไฟบใŒๅŠ›ๅผทใๆกใ‚Š็ท ใ‚ใŸๅทฆใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’่ปฝใๆŒฏใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œไธ€ๅฟœใ€ไบˆๅฎšใงใฏๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใ€ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉๆง˜ใจๅˆๆตใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€้ ญใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใฎ่จŽไผใ‚’้–‹ๅง‹ใ™ใ‚‹้‹ใณใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใญใ€‚ใพใใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใงใ™ใฎใงๅพŒๆ–นใงๅพ…ๆฉŸใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใŒใญใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ๅ•้กŒใงใ‚‚?ใ€ ้ ญใซ้Žใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆ‘ใฎๅค–ใงใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒซใƒใƒผใ‚ฏใซ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ๆบ€ๆœˆใพใงใซใ€‚ ๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใฏใ€ใจใฆใ‚‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒ็„กใ„ใŒๆบ€ๆœˆใจใฏ็จ‹้ ใ„ใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจ็–‘ๅ•ใซๆ€ใ†ใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’่งฃๆถˆใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ไบบ็‰ฉใฏ็”Ÿๆ†Žๆญคๅ‡ฆใซใฏไปŠใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ......ใชใ‚‰ใ€ไปŠใฏใใฎไบ‹ใฏ้ ญใฎ้š…ใซ่ฟฝใ„ใ‚„ใฃใฆใŠใในใใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใจใ€‚่จ€ใ„ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใŒใ€ๅŸบๆœฌ็š„ใซๅค–ๅ‡บใซใคใ„ใฆใฏใ”่‡ช็”ฑใซใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ„ใฆๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅŒ—ใธใฏ่กŒใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใพใ™ใฎใงใ”ๆณจๆ„ไธ‹ใ•ใ„ใ€ ใ€Œ......?ใ€ ๅŒ—ใ€‚ใจใ„ใ†ใƒ”ใƒณใƒใ‚คใƒณใƒˆ้ŽใŽใ‚‹ๆ–น่ง’ใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจ็–‘ๅ•็ฌฆใŒๆตฎใ‹ใถใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ฐกๅ˜ใช่ฉฑใงใ™ใ€‚ๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใพใงใฏใ€ๅฏ่ƒฝใช้™ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใซๅˆบๆฟ€ใ‚’ไธŽใˆใŸใใฏใชใ„ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚ใ„ใ†้ญ”็‰ฉใฏๆฐ—้…ใซๆ•ๆ„Ÿใงใ™ใ€‚ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉๆง˜ใŒไธๅœจใฎไปŠใ€ไธ็”จๆ„ใซๅˆบๆฟ€ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏๅพ—็ญ–ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ ๆใ‚‰ใใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฏใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€ŸใŒใ„ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใธไบบใ‚’ๅฏ„ใ›ไป˜ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ฆ‹ๅ›žใ‚Šใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ็‰นใซใ€ๅค‰็•ฐ็จฎใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใจๅ˜่บซใงๆˆฆใ„ใ‚’็นฐใ‚Šๅบƒใ’ใ‚‹ๅ‘ฝ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ”พใฃใฆใŠใ‘ใฐใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚็„กใใซใ—ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€‚ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใŒ็‚บใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่ถจๅ‹ขใ‚’่ฆ‹ๆฅตใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใงไบ‹ใฎ้ก›ๆœซใ‚’ใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚ฎใƒชใพใง็œบใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ†่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใจใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใจ่พป่ค„ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€ ใใฎๅถ็„ถใŒไธŠๆ‰‹ใ„ไบ‹้‡ใชใ‚Šใ€ไฟบใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆไนๆญปใซไธ€็”Ÿใ‚’ๅพ—ใŸใ€‚ๆฉใ‚’ไป‡ใง่ฟ”ใ™่ถฃๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใชใ—ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใฏ็ด ็›ดใซๅพ“ใฃใฆใŠใ“ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็‰ฉๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚ŠใŒ่‰ฏใใฆๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใงใฏใ€ๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใพใงใ‚ใพใ‚Šๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใฏใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ—ใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ใจใ€ใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใŸๆŠ˜ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใŸใ€ใฃใ€ๅคงๅค‰ใ ใƒƒใƒƒ!!!!ใ€ ็„ฆ็‡ฅๆ„Ÿใซๆบ€ใกใŸๅคงๅฃฐใŒๅ”็ชใซ่ฝŸใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใฎ็ช็„ถใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใซใ€ๅ ดใซใ„ใŸๅ…จๅ“กใฎ่ฆ–็ทšใŒไธ€ๆ–‰ใซ็™บๅฃฐๆบใธใจๅ‘ใใ€‚ ๅœฐไธ‹้€š่ทฏใ‚’้€šใฃใฆ้ง†ใ‘่พผใ‚“ใงใใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ๅ‡บๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃไป˜่ฟ‘ใงใ€่‚ฉใงๆฏใ‚’ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฆ‹่ฆšใˆใฎใชใ„็”ทใŒๅซใณๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใฎใจใ“ใ‚ใซ้‡Ž่‰ฏใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใŒใ‚ชใƒฌใŒๆฎบใ™ใจๆฏๅทปใ„ใฆใ€ไฟบใ‚‰ใฎๅˆถๆญขๆŒฏใ‚Šๅˆ‡ใฃใฆๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ„ใ‚„ใŒใฃใŸ!!! ่ฆ‹ๅผตใ‚Šใ—ใฆใŸไฟบๅซใ‚ใฆไธ‰ไบบใŒใ‹ใ‚Šใงๆญขใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ใฎ้‡Ž้ƒŽโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ๆญขใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่ฉฆใฟใŸไบบ้–“ใฎไธ€ไบบใŒใ“ใฎๅ ดใซใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚็‚นใงใ€ใใฎ็ตๆžœใฏๆœ€ๆ—ฉ่จ€ใ‚ใšใ‚‚ใŒใชใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใญใ€‚ใใ„ใคใฎ็‰นๅพดใ€ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ไธๅบฆใ€ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใธ็ซ‹ใกๅŽปใ‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใŒ่ถณใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ€ๆ…Œใฆใ‚‹็”ทใธๅ•ใ„ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......่ตค้ซชใฎ็”ทใ ใ€‚่ตค้ซชใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€ ใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’่€ณใซใ—ใŸไฟบใฎ่„ณ่ฃใซใ€ไธ€ไบบใฎ็”ทใฎๅงฟใŒ้ŽใŽใฃใŸใ€‚
"Not even a little scream from you, huh? It's quite the feat to be able to ignore that certain amount of pain at your age." A thin man wearing glasses and a sadistic smile declared just so as he wrapped a bandage around my left arm. I chose to accept Fiole's offer, and came to a certain place with Fiole riding the monster she named, Pii-chan. It was a place with a large underground passageway. One of them was the healer that tended my broken arm, which turned out to be a terrible experience-- Abald. "My magical ability is in the healing category, but it's more of a restoring magic than a curing one." ...What he said. His magic was, to say the least, the magic to undo things to restore. If a bone was broken, it will be unbroken. That was Abald's ability, the man who referred to himself as Fiole's follower. ...At first glance, it seemed to be a very convenient ability, but in actuality, his magic was quite harsh on the intended target. "The pain from healing your broken bone should've been unimaginable, was it? Your right arm was fractured, too, to say the least." If a bone was broken, he'd simply and forcefully put it back together-- however, the drawback of using such magic was that it causes tremendous pain in proportion to the severity of the injury to the person. On the opposite side, its advantage was that it heals very quickly, but it'd hurt to the point where I think that if performed poorly, the target may die of shock from the pain. "Well, there is no need to thank me. Rather, I should be the one thanking you for accepting Milady's request." "...I see." I replied to Abald's words in a rather displeased tone, the reason being that he seemed to be enjoying watching me trying to endure the pain under his healing magic. I was convinced that this guy probably had a rotten personality, but after having my injuries treated by him, I really couldn't be rude. So for a variety of reasons, I settled on a response, albeit grumpy. "Yes. If things were the same as the previous years, there wouldn't be any problem, but this year, there is just not enough manpower available." I guess that was how troublesome the head of the monsters they are dealing with was. "But are you sure about your decision?" "What do you mean?" "This subjugation thing. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that even Minaura's bad reputation is known throughout the kingdom, but there's a high chance that you'll die, you know?" "...I already arrived here, so that question is already too late." Those who set foot in Minaura when it's overflowed with monsters would normally be either irredeemable fighting idiots, crazy people with a demented sense of justice, or even knights of the kingdom who had no choice but to come under orders. As for me, I was no knight, let alone having the slightest sense of justice. I had never had such a noble idea in my mind, such as saving people who were suffering from the monsters. And in that case, my answer was obvious. "I'm pretty sure that no one came to Minaura, thought that they might die, and just returned home in the first place." "Hahahaha-- That's certainly true. I will take your word for it, then." Saying so, Abald spread his hands in an exaggerated manner. "This is the town of Minaura, a place that utilizes anyone that can be of help whatever their social status. We welcome you, once again. I am Abald, and I look forward to working with you." Immediately after, he held out his left hand, probably meaning that he wanted to shake hands. He even deliberately chose the hand that had just been healed, more proof of how evil his nature was. With that in mind, I gripped his left hand tightly with the hand he just healed. "OUCH--?!" Sure, I owed him the gratitude for healing me, but this much payback was only appropriate for his rotten personality. After all, I had been wielding the sword for years, and my body might be that of a child, but I took pride in my strong grip. "How is your arm?" "It's doing just fine, as you can see." I rotated my left arm in a circle. It didn't hurt even a little bit, so I guessed it was safe to assume that it was completely healed now. "I see, I see. Well, Abald is twisted to the core, but I can vouch for his magic skills." ...Don't sully my reputation like that, milady, Abald said. Upon hearing his voice from behind us, Fiole then yelped out in surprise and gave him an affirmative reply. "And also have a look at this. This has our information of who can use what kind of magic and such. We can't be effective if we don't know what kind of people we have, right?" There laid bullet points of detailed information on a total of more than a dozen people currently present in this place. Viera Islebark, the only one who wasn't here, was also listed. I only read through her particular part first. She has the magic to create and manipulate ice at will. As if to say that she already told me the things that she wanted to tell, Fiole turned her back on me and waved her hand in the air. Perhaps she had some business to attend to. She also mentioned that she was the lord of this town, so no wonder why she was busy. I looked at the paper that was handed to me and saw that my name was properly written there, just as I'd been told. As it was written, my ability was said to create swords, and that I was a one-hit-kill type person. The details about me were simple, but they were right on the mark. While I was reading through the other people's information, I suddenly wondered. "...Because Viera-sama will be back here in Minaura the day after tomorrow." Maybe he saw through my inner thoughts. Abald said, lightly waving his left hand, which I had clasped tightly with a powerful grip. "As for the schedule, we will be joined by Viera-sama and commence defeating the Jabberwock, the head of the monsters here in this town. And since my ability can only do so much, I'm just going to stay in the rear of the pack." "Is there a problem?" What came to my mind were the words that Viera Islebark said to me outside the village. --Before the full moon. The day after tomorrow was far from a full moon, though not by a long shot. I wondered what was going on, but unfortunately, there's no one here who could clear that up for me. ...I should put that thought in the back of my mind for now, then. "Oh. I forgot to mention that you are basically free to step outside, but please note to not go north from here." "...?" North. The direction was too pinpointed, and I wondered why. "Quite simply, we do not want to provoke the Jabberwock as much as possible until the day after tomorrow. Such monsters are very sensitive, so it would be unwise to anger them in the absence of Viera-sama." Perhaps Fiole was on patrol to keep people out of the Jabberwock's area, which was the reason why she happened to run into me. If left on my own, there was a possibility that I might really head for the Jabberwock, and that was maybe the reason why she watched my situation from a distance until the very last minute, trying to determine the course of events. When I thought about it that way, it made sense in many ways. "I understand." I had a good conscience, and nine lives in stock for me to live. "It's a relief that you are so understanding. Well then, we don't have much time left until the day after tomorrow, so let's wrap this up here--" Just when Abald was about to say something... "--T-Terrible news!!!" A loud voice filled with impatience suddenly roared through the air. The suddenness of the event caused all eyes in the place to turn to the source of the voice at once. They must have rushed in through the underground passage. Near the doorway, an unrecognizable man was breathing on his shoulders and shouted across the room. "A stray magician went to the Jabberwock, screaming that he was going to kill it, and then went off on his own against our orders!!! The three of us, including me, the one on the watch, tried to stop him... but that bastard..." When only one of the people who attempted to stop the offender was here, it went without saying. "--Hey, could you describe him?" Fiole, who was just about to leave somewhere, stopped and asked the panicked man a question. "...He's a magician with red hair..." When I heard those words, an image of a man flashed through my mind.
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โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใใฎๆ—ฅใฏใ€ๅคฉใซๆ•ฐๅคšใฎๆ˜ŸใŒๆตฎใ‹ใถ้–‘ใ‹ใชๅคœใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ้ชจใŒ่ป‹ใ‚€้Ÿณใ™ใ‚‰่žใ“ใˆใ‚‹้–‘ๆ•ฃใจใ—ใŸ็Ž‹้ƒฝใฎๅคœใ€‚ ้›ฒไธ€ใคๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„ๅคœๅคฉใฏใ€ใฒใจใ‚Šใฎไบบ้–“ใฎๅฝฑใ‚’้ฎฎๆ˜Žใซ็…งใ‚‰ใ—ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใใฒใฒใ€ ใใฎๅฝฑใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใฏ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ๆ‰‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฝใŸใ‚ŠใฝใŸใ‚Šใจๅž‚ใ‚Œ่ฝใกใ‚‹ใฏใ€ใฉใ‚ใ‚Šใจ็ฒ˜ใคใใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ๆถฒไฝ“ใ€‚ ็‹ฌ็‰นใช้‰„้Œ†ใฎ่‡ญใ„ใ‚’ๅ……ๆบ€ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚’ๆตใ—็›ฎใง่ฆ‹่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‹็”ทใฎ็žณใซใฏใ€ๅ–œๆ‚ฆใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒๆน›ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ......ไบบ็Ÿฅใ‚Œใšใ€็‹‚ๆฐ—ๆททใ–ใ‚‹ๅคœใฎ่ก—ใ€‚ ็ฟŒๆ—ฅใ€‚็Ž‹้ƒฝใซไฝ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹ๆŽƒใๆบœใ‚ใซใฆใ€ใจใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€ŸใŒๆญปไฝ“ใง่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆ—ฅใ‚’็šฎๅˆ‡ใ‚Šใซใ€ไบ”ๆ—ฅใซไธ€ๅบฆใฎใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚ฏใƒซใงใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€ŸใŒ็Ž‹้ƒฝใงๆญปไฝ“ใจใชใฃใฆ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹ไบ‹ไปถใŒ็ถšใใ€ๆง˜ใ€…ใชๅ™‚ใŒ้ฃ›ใณไบคใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚„ใŒใฆไบบใฏใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎไป•ๆฅญใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆฌก็ฌฌใซๅ›ƒใ—็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Š?ใ€ ๆ™‚ๅˆปใฏๆ—ฅๅทฎใ—ใŒ็œŸไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‹ใจ้™ใ‚ŠๆณจใใŠๆ˜ผๆ™‚ใ€‚็Ž‹้ƒฝใซไฝ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹้ฃŸไบ‹ๅ‡ฆใซใฆใ€ไฟบใฏๅฅณๅ‰ฃๅฃซโ€”โ€”ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใธใใ†ๅฐ‹ใญ่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ€‚ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซไธ€ไบบใงๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใŸใ‚ญใƒŸใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใ€็Ž‹้ƒฝใ˜ใ‚ƒใใ‚“ใช็‰ฉ้จ’ใชๅ™‚ใŒใ‚ใกใ“ใกใงๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ€ ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€Ÿใฎใฟใ‚’ๆจ™็š„ใจใ—ใŸๆ„ๅ›ณ็š„ใชๆฎบไบบใ€‚ ๅซŒๅ‘ณใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„็‰ฉ่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒ่ฉณใ—ใ่ชžใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใ‚’ๅพŒใซใ—ใฆๆ—ฉไบŒ้€ฑ้–“ใ€‚ ใใ‚ใใ‚ใปใจใผใ‚ŠใŒๅ†ทใ‚ใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„้ ƒใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใฎใซใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใจใ€้šฃใซๅบงใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰็„ก่จ€ใงๆ˜ผ้ฃŸใ‚’ใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒผใ‚ฏใง็ชใๅˆบใ—ใฆใฏๅฃใซๆ”พใ‚‹่กŒ็‚บใ‚’็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ™ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๆœชใ ใซๆ นใซๆŒใŸใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็ตๅฑ€ใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎไธ€ไปถใซใคใ„ใฆใฏใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏใ€Œๆœ‰ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†่จ€่‘‰ใจๅ…ฑใซใ‚ฐใƒผใƒ‘ใƒณใƒใ‚’ไธ€็™บใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€Ÿใฎใฟใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ใ”ไธๅฏงใซใ€ไบ”ๆ—ฅใซไธ€ๅ›žใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€ŸใŒๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบ‹ไปถใŒ่ตทใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚ฏใƒซ็š„ใซใฏใ€ๆฌกใฏๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใญใ€ใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏๅ‘†ใ‚Œๆททใ˜ใ‚Šใซ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅใๆจใฆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‹ใ‚Œใ“ใ‚Œไบ”ไบบใ‚‚ๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใŒๅ‹•ใๆฐ—้…ใฏใชใ—ใ€‚......ไธ€ไฝ“ใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฏไฝ•ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ€ใ“ใ“ไบŒๆ—ฅใใ‚‰ใ„ใƒญใ‚ฆใจใƒจใ‚ทใƒฅใ‚ขใฎๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ‚ใฎไบŒไบบใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎไบŒไบบใชใ‚‰ใ€่ญท่ก›ใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€‚ใ“ใฎใ”ๆ™‚ไธ–ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€Ÿใฏๅฏงใ‚้‚ช้ญ”ใซใชใ‚‹ใฃใฆไบ‹ใง็งใ ใ‘ไปฒ้–“ๅค–ใ‚Œใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ญใƒŸ้”ใจไธ€็ท’ใซใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆใฎใ‚“ใณใ‚Šใ”้ฃฏ้ฃŸในใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚ˆใจใ€ไธๆบ€ใ‚’ใ“ใผใ™ใ€‚ ๆญฃไฝ“ไธๆ˜Žใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฏใพใš้–“้•ใ„ใชใใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‰ใ‹ใฎ็›ฎ็š„ใฎ็‚บใซใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€Ÿใ‚’ๆฎบใ•ใ‚“ใจ่ฉฆใฟใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠใงใ“ใใ€ไบ”ๆ—ฅใซไธ€ๅ›žใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚ฏใƒซใซๅ‰‡ใฃใฆ่กŒ็‚บใŒ่กŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€็พ็Šถใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒใ„ใค็ ดใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใฎๆ‡ธๅฟตๆๆ–™ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€Ÿใ‚’่ญท่ก›ไพ้ ผใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐๆฅตๅŠ›้–ขใ‚ใ‚‰ใ›ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅ…ˆใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’่žใใ‹ใ‚‰ใซใ€ใใฎ่€ƒใˆใฏ่‡ณๆฅต็œŸใฃๅฝ“ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซๆ€ใˆใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใจใ‚ญใƒŸใฟใŸใ„ใช่ฟ‘ๆŽฅๆˆฆ้—˜ใซๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€Ÿใชใ‚‰ใพใ ่‰ฏใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฟใŸใ„ใช้žๆˆฆ้—˜็ณปใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ€ŸใŒ็‹™ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ ใฃใฆๅไบŒๅˆ†ใซใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝ“ๅˆ†ใฏใ“ใฎไธ‰ไบบใง่กŒๅ‹•ใ—ใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅคงไธˆๅคซใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰?ใ€ ไธ‰ไบบใงๅ›บใพใฃใฆใ•ใˆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใฎๆญฃไฝ“ไธๆ˜Žใฎ่ผฉใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚็‹™ใ‚ใ‚Œใซใใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใ็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไธ‰ไบบใงใ”้ฃฏใงใ‚‚ใฉใ†ใ‹ใจใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒไฟบใจใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ‚’่ช˜ใฃใŸ็†็”ฑใฏใใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใงใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใจใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ๆƒ…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใฏใใฎๆๆกˆใซๅพ“ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€ ๅˆฅใซๆ–ญใ‚‹็†็”ฑใ‚‚ใชใ—ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๆœชใ ๆฉŸๅซŒใ‚’็›ดใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใซๅฏพใ—ใฆไฟบใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏ่ฒ ใ„็›ฎใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใฉใ‚“ใชๅฝขใงใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎ็‚บใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚ŒใฐไฟบใŒๆ–ญใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใฉใ“ใซใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‰ๆฑบใพใ‚Šใญใ€‚ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใซใฏใ‚ญใƒŸใŒใ„ใชใ„้–“ใซ่ฉฑใฏ้€šใ—ใฆใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅพŒใฏใ‚ญใƒŸใฎ่ฟ”ไบ‹ๅพ…ใกใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ใใ‚ŒใฏไฟบใŒใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใงใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใจๅ…ฑใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใซใ€ใชใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใฏใŸใพใŸใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๆœ€ไธญใซใ€ใชใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ“ใฎใจใ“ใ‚ใฏใ‚ˆใๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไธ‹ๆ‰‹ใซไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใจ่—ช่›‡ใซใชใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใง้ป™ใฃใฆใใฎๅ ดใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚Š้Žใ”ใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ๆ—ฉ้€Ÿใงๆ‚ชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ“ใฎไพ้ ผใซไป˜ใๅˆใฃใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒๆ‡ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ–ใ‚Šๅ‡บใ—ใŸใฎใฏไธ€ๆžšใฎ็ด™ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€่จŽไผใ ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใจๆ›ธใ่จ˜ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸไพ้ ผๆ›ธใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆŠ˜่ง’ใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใจไธ€็ท’ใซ่กŒๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ใใฎๅ‰ฃใฎ่…•ใ‚’ๆดปใ‹ใ•ใชใ„ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆ้˜ฟๅ‘†้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†?ใ€ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ข้”ใจใฏๅ‹ไบบใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ไฟบใจใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ™ใฎใฏๆ‹™ใ„ใฎใงใฏใจ่จ€ใŠใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€ ใ€Œ่จ€ใ„ๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฐใ•ใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ„ใกใ„ใกๆฐ—ใซใ—ใฆใŸใ‚‰ใ‚ญใƒชใŒใชใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œ......ใพใ ไฝ•ใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒŸใฃใฆใฐใ€ๅค‰ใชใจใ“ใ‚ใงๅพ‹ๅ„€ใชๆ€งๆ ผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไบบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚„ใ™ใ„ใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ่‡ณๆฅตๆญฃใ—ใ„่€ƒใˆใงใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๅ†…ๅฟƒใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใ‹ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆŒ™ๅฅใ€ๅ‘†ใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ“ใฎไพ้ ผใ‚’ใ“ใชใ—ใŸๅพŒโ€”โ€”ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ•ฐๆ™‚้–“ใฏๅพŒใซใชใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ไบˆๅฎšใจใ‹ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ ใ€Œไธ€ไบบใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใซไผšใฃใฆ่ฒฐใ„ใŸใ„ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ใŸใ ใ€ใใฎไบบใฏๅคœใ—ใ‹้ƒฝๅˆใŒใคใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‚ˆใญใจ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใชใ™ไพ้ ผใฏไผšใ†ใพใงใฎๆ™‚้–“ๆฝฐใ—ใ‚‚ๅ…ผใญใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใจ็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ™‚ใซใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใใ‚“ใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ๆ€ช็ฃ่จŽไผใซ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใฏใŠๆœ‰ใ‚Šใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ๆ€ช็ฃ?ใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆๅณๅบงใซ่„ณ่ฃใซๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚คใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใฏใ‚ใฎ่ฆๆ ผๅค–ใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซใ„ใใ‚‰ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฎๅ€™่ฃœใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚ŠใŒๅง‹ใพใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็งใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใƒ‘ใƒผใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒผใฎใƒกใƒณใƒใƒผใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚่ท้›ขใ‚’็ฝฎใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใŒๅข—ใˆใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ€‚ใชใซใ›ใ€ๅ™‚ใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ๆฎบใ—ใ€Ÿใฏๆ—ขใซๅใฎ้€šใฃใŸๆญฆไบบใ‚‚ไบŒไบบใปใฉๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ๆ•…ใซไธฆใฎไบบ้–“ใงใฏๅคชๅˆ€ๆ‰“ใกๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่ช่ญ˜ใฏๆ—ขใซๅบƒใŒใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไฝ™็จ‹ไปฒใŒ่‰ฏใ„็›ธๆ‰‹ใง็„กใ„้™ใ‚Šใ€ไปŠใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’ๅฟซใ่ฟŽใˆๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฏใ„ใชใ„ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใใฎใ›ใ„ใง้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆœฌๆฅใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐ่ฒด้‡ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใŒๆ•ฐๅคšใใ‚ใถใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ‚‚ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใฟใ‚“ใชๅฝ“ๅˆ†ใฏๅคงไบบใ—ใใ™ใ‚‹ใฟใŸใ„ใชใƒ ใƒผใƒ‰ใŒๅ‡บๆฅไธŠใŒใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใใ‚“ใชไธญใงใฒใจใ‚Šใ€ๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸไบบใŒใ„ใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ€
--It was a quiet night filled with countless stars shining in the sky. A deserted night in the capital, so quiet that even the creaking of one's bones could be heard. The night sky, devoid of a single cloud, clearly illuminated the shadow of a single person. "--Kuhihi..." In the midst of the deserted city, the shadow laughed viciously, and his eyes narrowed with a smile that split his cheeks. Dripping from his hand was a sticky, viscous liquid. The man's eyes were filled with joy as he gazed down at his work, savoring the peculiar smell of rusted iron, befitting something as unique as blood. ...It was indeed a madness-filled city at night, unbeknownst to everyone. The next day, a certain magician was found dead in a cesspool within the capital. And from that very day, incidents of magicians being found dead in the capital continued to occur every five days, and various rumors began to circulate. People gradually started to believe that all of it was the work of a "Magician Hunter." "--Magician Hunter, you say?" It was noontime, and with the sun shining down on me from above, I asked Lilea, a female swordsman, as we dined in a restaurant in the capital. "Yes, a 'Magician Hunter.' You were traveling to Minaura alone at that time so you may not know this, but there have been some disturbing rumors spreading all over the capital recently." Deliberate murders targeting only magicians. Lilea filled me in on the details in a sarcastic tone. It had been two weeks since I left Minaura. Especially Sofia who was sitting next to me, only stabbing her lunch with a fork and throwing it into her mouth without saying even a single word. In the end, I only got a big "no" when I tried to get her forgiveness about the recklessness I did regarding the Minaura incident, with Lilea only disappointingly saying that I could've at least let her know, but I didn't. "The only ones getting killed are 'magicians,' and to be precise, one of those very 'magicians' is killed every five days." So in terms of the cycle, the next magician will get killed the day after tomorrow, Lilea spat out in disgust. "Five people have already been killed, but there's no sign of the knights making a move at all... I wonder what the hell they are up to..." "Now that I remember it, I haven't seen Lowe nor Joshua for a couple of days now." "If you're curious about what those two were up to, they went away for a request about escorting certain people. I got left out because, in this day and age, magicians are more of a nuisance than they are an asset." That's why I'm having a leisurely meal with you guys, she complained. The unidentified 'Magician Hunter' probably kills magicians for a specific reason. Although the cycle was now being carried out once every five days, there was no telling when this cycle will be broken. Therefore, if the request was to escort magicians, which was the cause for concern in the first place, we would have to do our best to keep them safe. "It would be less concerning had that hunter chose to hunt us two, given that we are well-versed at close combat, but there's also a good chance that he might choose to target a non-combat-oriented magician like Sofia. So for the time being, I'd like the three of us to stay together." Lilea said that as long as the three of us stick together, we will be less likely to be targeted by this unidentified person, or a group, had they been working with others. And finally, I realized. The reason why Lilea invited me and Sofia to have a meal together was to talk about this. "If that's the case, I'll go along with your proposal." There was no reason for me to refuse. Besides, I still owe Sofia an apology, who was still not in a good mood. And as long as it was for Sofia's benefit, I have no reason to refuse. "It's decided, then. I already talked with Sofia about this while you were gone, so I was just waiting for your response." Was it when I was fighting the Jabberwock with Siva in Minaura, or was it while I was still on my way there? I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but I knew that if I said anything, I would just end up in a heap of trouble, so I just kept my mouth shut and let it slide. "Well, then, I know this is sudden, but I wonder if I could ask you to help me out with this request." Saying so, Lilea took out a piece of paper from her chest pocket. "We're already working together now, so I'd be a fool not to put my swordsmanship to use with you, wouldn't I?" Although we were good friends with Lilea and her companions, Sofia and I weren't adventurers like them. And so I attempted to tell her that it might be a bad idea to accept a request given that the two of us aren't adventurers just yet, but: "I forgot to mention, but don't bother with the small details." "...I haven't said anything yet, though." "You're very disciplined in a weird way, so it's easy to read you like an open book." It was a perfectly valid thought, but for some reason, she saw right through me, hence why I was taken aback. "...It's still a lot of time before we accept this request, but do you have any plans later?" "Why?" "There's one person I'd like you to meet." But that person could only come at night, she said with a laugh. And given that it's still a lot of time before we could officially do the request, she told me that it'd be a good way to kill time. "Are you interested in defeating a certain monster, Julius?" "...A certain monster?" The image that immediately popped into my mind was that lump of insanity, the Jabberwock. However, I thought it was too unlikely, so I eliminated it from the list of possibilities. "Since the hunt for magicians started, more and more magicians like me are being shunned by party members. The rumored 'Magician Hunter' has already killed two-well known military figures, after all." Therefore, the perception that he was an opponent ordinary people couldn't compete with had already spread. Unless they were on good terms with each other, she said, no one welcomed magicians with open arms. She also said that because of this, many magicians, who would normally be valuable, have been left out of their respective parties. "As a result, the prevailing sentiment was for everyone to keep quiet for the time being, but then one person spoke up."
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ไธ‰่ฉฑ ใ€Œใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ€ ใ™ใฃใ‹ใ‚Šๆ—ฅใฏๅ‚พใใ€ๆ–œ้™ฝใ•ใ—่พผใ‚€้ป„ๆ˜ๆ™‚ใ€‚ ๆœชใ ้ฌใฎๆฎ‹้ชธใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฃ’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œ้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ€็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ไฟบใฎๅใ‚’่ชฐใ‹ใŒๅ‘ผใถใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€่žใๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใŸๅฃฐ้Ÿณใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ŒใŸ็‰นๅพด็š„ใช่ฆช็ˆถใฎๅฃฐใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ€ ็ถšใ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹้€ผ่ฟซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ€‚ ๆ™ฎๆฎตใฎ่ฆช็ˆถใ‚‰ใ—ใใชใ„ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใŒ็ซฏใ€…ใซ่พผใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใ€ไฟบใฏ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๅƒ…ใ‹ใซๆญชใ‚ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ„ใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’ๆจชใซๆŒฏใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใชใ‚‰ใ€ๆ˜ผใซไธ€ๅบฆ่ฆ‹ใŸใฃใใ‚Šใ ใ‘ใฉ......ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ๆ™ฎๆฎตใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๆ—ฅใŒๆšฎใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ไธ€ๅ‘ใซ่‡ช็™บ็š„ใซ็ด ๆŒฏใ‚Šใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ไฟบใ‚’ๅ‘†ใ‚Œ่ฟ”ใฃใŸๆง˜ๅญใฎ่ฆช็ˆถใŒๅค•้ฃฏใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจ้€ฃใ‚Œๆˆปใ—ใซใใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆœ€ๆ—ฉใ€ใŠๆฑบใพใ‚Šใจใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚„ใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚Šใฎ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅใ ใ‘ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใจ็•ฐใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸๅ…ˆใซๅฟƒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใฏใ€ ๅณๅบงใซ่ฟ”ใฃใฆใใ‚‹่จ€่‘‰ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใชใ‚‰ใฌไบ‹ๆƒ…ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ไฟบใฎ่ณชๅ•ใ‚’ๅบฆๅค–่ฆ–ใ—ใฆใพใง็ซ‹ใฆ็ถšใ‘ใซ่ณชๅ•ใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใใฎๆง˜ๅญใฏใ€็„ฆ็‡ฅๆ„Ÿใซ้ง†ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใ‹่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅคšๅˆ†ใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚้€šใ‚Šๅทใฎใปใจใ‚Šใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅค–ใ‹......ใƒƒใ€ ่‹ฆ่™ซใ‚’ๅ™›ใฟๆฝฐใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช่กจๆƒ…ใซไธ€ๅค‰ใ•ใ›ใ€่ฆช็ˆถใฏๅฟŒใ€…ใ—ใใ†ใซๅฃฐใ‚’ใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ™ใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๅธธใ ใ‚ใ†ใซไปŠๆ—ฅใซ้™ใฃใฆใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใใ‚“ใชใซ้›ฃใ—ใ„้ก”ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใใฎ็†็”ฑใซๅฟƒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚ŠใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸไฟบใฏๅ ชใ‚‰ใšใ€่„‡็›ฎใ‚‚ๆŒฏใ‚‰ใš้ง†ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ“ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹่ฆช็ˆถใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ€ๅพ…ใฃใŸใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ไฝ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ ่ฆช็ˆถใซๆ™‚้–“ใŒ็„กใใ€็ซๆ€ฅใฎ็”จใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏไธ€็›ฎ็žญ็„ถใ ใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไฟบใฏใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใจใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆๅฐ‹ใญใŸใ€‚ๅฆใ€ๅฐ‹ใญใšใซใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปŠๆ›ดใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใ€‚ใจใ€ไฟบใฏ่จ€ใŠใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใฒใจๆœˆใปใฉๅ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰้ญ”็‰ฉใฎๅญ˜ๅœจใฏ็ขบ่ชใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ€่จŽไผไพ้ ผใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใงใ€่ฆช็ˆถใŒใใ“ใพใงใ—ใฆ็„ฆใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๆกˆไปถใจใฏใจใฆใ‚‚ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใŒๆ€ใˆใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใ ใชใ€‚ใใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใŒใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใชใ‚‰ใ“ใ†ใ‚‚็„ฆใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ไฟบใฏใ€่จ€่‘‰ใซ่ฉฐใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ่ฆช็ˆถใฎใใฎ่จ€ใ„ๆ–นใ ใจใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงๆ‘ใฎๅค–ใง็›ฎใซใ—ใŸใจใ„ใ†้ญ”็‰ฉใŒใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„้ญ”็‰ฉใจใ—ใ‹ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ......ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใฃใจใใ†่จ€ใ†ๆ„ๅ›ณใ‚’ๅซใ‚ใŸ็‰ฉ่จ€ใ„ใ‚’ใ‚ใˆใฆใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฏ?ใ€ ๅๅฐ„็š„ใซไธŠใšใฃใŸๅฃฐใŒๅ‡บใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใซ็พๅฎŸ้›ขใ‚Œใ—ใŸ่ฆช็ˆถใฎ็™บ่จ€ใซใ€ไฟบใฎๆ€่€ƒใฏไธ€็žฌใ ใ‘็œŸใฃ็™ฝใจใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏ้ฌผใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅงฟใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใงใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฎ่จŽไผใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใŒFใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใซๅฏพใ—ใ€ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใฏๆ•ฐๆฎตไธŠใฎBใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏ่‹ฅใ—ใใฏCใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใ€‚ใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใฏๅ€‹ไฝ“ใฎๅคงใใ•ใง่จŽไผใƒฉใƒณใ‚ฏใŒๅค‰ๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹้ญ”็‰ฉใงใ€่„…ๅจใฎๅทฎใงใ„ใˆใฐ่ตคๅญใจๅคงไบบใƒฌใƒ™ใƒซใง็•ฐใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ„ใใ‚‰ใชใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใ€่ฆ‹้–“้•ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช้ก˜ๆœ›ใซใ‚‚ไผผใŸ่€ƒใˆใŒ่„ณ่ฃใซๆตฎใ‹ใถใ‚‚ใ€ไฟบใฏใ™ใใ•ใพใใฎๆ€่€ƒใ‚’ใ‹ใๆถˆใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใใ†ใ„ใฃใŸ้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใซใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‹ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€ๆ”พ็ฝฎใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐๆœ€ๆ‚ชใ€ๆ‘ไธญใŒใƒ‘ใƒ‹ใƒƒใ‚ฏใซ้™ฅใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ‘ใฎไบบ้–“ใซใฏใพใšๅ…ˆใซ้ญ”็‰ฉใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆ่พผใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€่ฆ‹้–“้•ใˆใ ใจๅฎ‰ๆ˜“ใซๆฑบใ‚ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅนธใ‹ไธๅนธใ‹ใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆ˜Žๆ—ฅ......ใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‚’ๅพ…ใคไป–ใชใ„ใ€ ๅนธใ„ใ€ใพใ ๆ—ฅใฏ่ฝใกใใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใพใ ใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏๅไบŒๅˆ†ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใจ่ฆช็ˆถใฏ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ท ใ‚ใใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใซใคใ„ใฆใฏใ€ไฟบใ‚‚่ฆช็ˆถใจๅŒใ˜ๆ„่ฆ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚‚ใ—ใ€ๆ—ฅๆฒกใพใงใซใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใ“ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๆ™‚ใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆ่ฆช็ˆถใ€ ไฟบใฎใใฎๅ•ใ„ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€่ฆช็ˆถใฏใ™ใใซ่ฟ”็ญ”ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใฎๆ™‚ใฏใ€็ง้”ใŒใชใ‚“ใจใ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€ ่ฆช็ˆถใฎ่จ€ใ†็ง้”ใŒใ€ๆใ‚‰ใไฟบใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅญไพ›ใงใฏใชใๅคงไบบใจใ„ใ†ๆ„ๅ‘ณๅˆใ„ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏใ™ใใซๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅญไพ›ใฏใŠๅ‘ผใณใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚่จ€ๅค–ใซ่จ€ใ„ๅซใ‚ใŸใใฎ่€ƒใˆใฏใ€้ฉšใ็จ‹ๅฎนๆ˜“ใซ็†่งฃใŒใงใใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ‚‚ไปŠๆ—ฅใฏๆ—ฉใๅฎถใซๆˆปใ‚Œใ€‚ๆฏใ•ใ‚“ใŒๅฟƒ้…ใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ‚‚ใ—ใ€ๆ‘ใฎๅค–ใซๅ‡บใŸใฎใŒใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใงใฏใชใไฟบใ ใฃใŸใชใ‚‰ใฐ่ฆช็ˆถใฎๅฏพๅฟœใฏไปŠใจ็•ฐใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๆ‰€่ฉฎใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏ่ฆช็ˆถใซใจใฃใฆ่ฆชใ—ใ„่ฟ‘ๆ‰€ใฎๅญใซใ—ใ‹้ŽใŽใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ไป–ไบบใ‹ใ€ๅฎถๆ—ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใฎๅทฎใฏใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ๅ ด้ขใงๆตฎใๅฝซใ‚Šใจใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎไบ‹ใ ใŒใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ใชใ‚Šใจใ‚‚ไปŠๅ›žใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฏไฟบใ‚‚่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ไปฎใซใ€ไฟบใŒๅฝผๅฅณใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ็”ณใ—ๅ‡บใซๅฏพใ—ใ€็ด ็›ดใซ้ ทใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€‚่ฉฎ็„กใใ“ใจใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชไบ‹ๆ…‹ใซ้™ฅใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ€ใฎๆƒณๅƒใŒใ‚„ใ‘ใซๅƒใ„ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ็งใฏใ€ใ“ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใซ้•ทใฎไธ‹ใธ่กŒใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€ ๅฏŸใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ€่ฆช็ˆถใฏใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚’่žใใ‚„ๅฆใ‚„็œŸใฃๅ…ˆใซไฟบใฎใ‚‚ใจใธ้ง†ใ‘ใคใ‘ใฆๆฅใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็œŸใฃ็›ดใๅฎถใธๅธฐใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ€‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹? ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ€ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฃใฆใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใซไฟบใŒไฟก็”จใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ่ฆช็ˆถใฏใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๅ†ไธ‰ใซใ‚ใŸใฃใฆ็ขบ่ชใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใพใ ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅธฐใฃใฆใ“ใชใ„ใจๆฑบใพใฃใŸใ‚ใ‘ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚ใ‚‹ใพใ„ใ—ใ€ไฟบใŒไฝ•ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใฎใ‚ขใ‚ฏใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™็ญˆใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใซใ€‚......ใจใ„ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใใ€่ฆช็ˆถใ€ ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใ ?ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆ่ฆช็ˆถใฃใฆไฟบใŒใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅฟƒ้…ใงๅ ชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่€ƒใˆใฆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ไฝ•ใ‚’ไปŠๆ›ดใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ่ฆช็ˆถใฏใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ๆฐ—ใฎๆŠœใ‘ใŸ้ขๆŒใกใฎไฟบใจใฏ็•ฐใชใ‚Šใ€็œŸ้ก”ใง่ฆ‹ใคใ‚่ฟ”ใ—ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠๅ‰ใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใ ใ‘ใฏไปฒใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚ใ€ใพใ‚ใ€ใใ†ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ•ใ€ ไปฒใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใฏๅฐ‘ใ—่ชค่ฌฌใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปฒใŒ่‰ฏใ„ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ้ฆฌ้นฟใ’ใŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅคข่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ไฟบใซๆง‹ใŠใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใŒใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใ ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸใจใ„ใ†่ฉฑใ€‚้€†ใซใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏใใ‚“ใช็•ฐ็ซฏๅ…ใจใ„ใฃใฆๅทฎใ—ๆ”ฏใˆใชใ„ไฟบใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใซๆง‹ใฃใฆ้€€ๅฑˆใ—ใฎใŽใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ ๅ‰็ฝฎใใ‚’1ใคใ€‚ ใ€Œไฝ•ใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€้Žไฟกใ ใ‘ใฏใ™ใ‚‹ใชใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใ€ ไฟบใฎ่ฆช็ˆถใฏใ€ๆ‘ไบบใฏๆ‘ไบบใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅผ“ใฎๆ‰ฑใ„ใซ้•ทใ‘ใŸ็‹ฉไบบใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ‘ไบบใ ใ€‚ ้ณฅใ‚„ใ€้ฃŸ็”จใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ๆ™‚ใซ็‹ฉใฃใŸใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ‘ไบบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ‘ใซใฏ่ฆช็ˆถใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็‹ฉไบบใŒไป–ใซ3ไบบใปใฉใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ใ‚ดใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏ้›†ๅ›ฃ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๆ‚ช้ฃŸใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใ€‚ๅฟตใซใฏๅฟตใ‚’ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใงๅ†’้™บ่€…ใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ€Ÿใ‚Šใ‚‹้ธๆŠž่‚ขใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใ ่ฆช็ˆถ้”็‹ฉไบบใฏใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚ๆ…Ž้‡ใชๆ€งๆ ผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใฎ่ญฆๅ‘Šใ€‚ ใ€Œๆฃ’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ใฎใฏๆง‹ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏไฝ“ๅŠ›้ŒฌๆˆใŒๆ‘ไบบใจใ—ใฆ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใไธŠใงๅฟ…่ฆไธๅฏๆฌ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใŸใ‹ใŒ4ๅนดใ€‚ๆฃ’ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆใ„ใŸ็จ‹ๅบฆใงๅทฑใŒๅผทใใชใฃใŸใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใชใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅคงใใชๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใ ใ€ ใใฃใจ่ฆช็ˆถใฏๆ‡ธๅฟตใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ไฟบใŒใ€ๅทฑใŒๅผทใใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจ้Žไฟกใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€่ฆช็ˆถใฎใใฎๆ‡ธๅฟตใฏๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ไฟบใฏใ€‚ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใจใ„ใ†ๅฐ‘ๅนดใฏใ€ไธ–็•Œไธญใฎ่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚่บซใฎ็จ‹ใ‚’ๅผใˆใŸไบบ้–“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ๆ„š็›ดใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Š็ถšใ‘ใŸๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฎ็”Ÿๆถฏใ‚’่ฟฝๆ†ถใ—ใŸไฟบใปใฉใ€่บซใฎ็จ‹ใ‚’ๅผใˆใŸไบบ้–“ใ‚‚ไธ–็•Œใซ2ไบบใจใ„ใพใ„ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ—ไปฎใซใ€็„ก่Œถใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใใฃใจใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใฎ็‚บใซ่„‡็›ฎใ‚‚ๆŒฏใ‚‰ใš็†ๆ€งใ‚’ใ‹ใชใใ‚Šๆจใฆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ™‚ใ€‚ใใ†ใพใงใ—ใฆใ€ๆˆใ—ใŸใ„ไฝ•ใ‹ใซ็›ด้ขใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚‰ใ€่‰ฏใ„ใŒใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆ่ฆช็ˆถใฏใ€ๆ‘้•ทใฎไธ‹ใธๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ในใไฟบใซ่ƒŒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘่ธตใ‚’่ฟ”ใ™ใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใŸ่ƒŒไธญใ€‚ ใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ใ€่ฆช็ˆถใฎ่ƒŒไธญใฏๆ™ฎๆฎตใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๅฐใ•ใไฟบใฎ็žณใซใฏๆ˜ ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚
Chapter 3 "Julius." The sun was starting to set, and a twilight stretching across the sky began to shine. Someone called out my name as I continued to swing the broken hoe in my hand. It was a voice that I knew all too well. A rather husky voice, one that belonged to my father. "Have you seen Sofia-chan?" The words that followed seemed to be somewhat urgent. Words that were filled with emotions and were not typical of my father. I wondered if something had happened. With that in mind, I answered with a slightly concerned expression and shook my head. "I've seen Sofia once, at lunch earlier... Did something happen?" Normally, my father would be already dragging me back to the house for supper after dark and would rebel in response by not stopping swinging, but for some reason, today was different. "As for her whereabouts..." The words came back to me immediately. Continuing to ask questions as he disregards mine, he seemed to be in a state of frustration. "She's probably by the same river she usually goes to." "So she's outside the village, huh..." The expression on my father's face changed to one of bitterness, him letting out a sound of annoyance followed suit. It wasn't unusual for Sofia to go out, so why did he have such a difficult look on his face today? So I called out to my father, who was already about to run without a second thought. "...What's going on?" It was obvious that my father had no time to waste, and that his business was urgent. ...Old. The thing that I was about to say. Because the presence of monsters had already been confirmed about a month ago. "Yeah, that's right. If the monsters had been goblins, we wouldn't have had to be in such a hurry." I was at a loss for words. The way my father said it, sounded as if the monsters he had seen outside the village were not goblins. ...No, I'm sure he dared to include that intention in his statement. "Huh?" His voice came out reflexively hoarse. My thoughts went blank for a moment, as I heard my father utter something so unrealistic. Ogres. Its defeat rank fluctuates depending on the size of the individual, and in terms of threat, goblins and ogres have a difference in level comparable to that of babies and full-grown adults. ...No matter how we looked at it, we could be just wrong. A thought similar to a wish came into my mind, but I quickly drowned out the thought. This was because if such monsters were seen but left unattended, there was a possibility that the whole village could be thrown into chaos. That's why I couldn't bring myself to simply assume that we were misjudging the situation. "Fortunately, or unfortunately, the adventurers are coming tomorrow... If those monsters are indeed ogres, we have no other choice but to wait for them." Fortunately, the sun hadn't set yet. My father concluded that there was still a good chance that Sofia would come back home. I agreed with my father regarding this issue. But, still... "What if Sofia's still not back by nightfall, father?" For some reason, my dad didn't give an immediate response to my question. "...We'll figure something out, then." I knew right away that my dad probably meant "we" as with other adults, not with a kid like me. The idea, which he included in his speech, was surprisingly easy to understand. "Hurry up and go home, Julius. Your mom is worried about you." If it had been me who got out of the village instead of Sofia, my father might have reacted differently. Was she of other people? Or was she like family? The difference often came to light in situations like this. "...Okay." Sofia's always been out there, but for once, I felt more or less responsible for her. If only I had nodded my head in response to her offer. "I'm going to the village chief, and let him know about this matter." My guess is that my father came running to me first upon hearing the news of Ogre sightings to let me know how dangerous it is out there. "Head back and go straight home. Do you understand, Julius?" "I heard you." Did he not trust me at all? My father would always keep asking me to confirm things. It wasn't as if Sofia's possibility of coming back was zero; I wouldn't dare to make any sudden actions. "...Hey, Dad?" "What is it?" "Are you by any chance thinking that I'm worried sick about Sofia?" "Isn't that the case?" He stared back at me with a straight face, as if to say that it was a given thing. "Isn't Sofia the only one here who you get along with?" "...Well, yeah. That's the case." It was a bit of a misconception to say that we get along well. Rather than getting along well, she was the only one who wanted to care about some dream as ridiculous as "Star Slaying." One quick preamble. "No matter what happens, just don't get too conceited about this situation." My dad was what they called a hunter, a villager who was a bit more skilled with a bow. They're villagers who sometimes hunted birds and monsters for food. There were about three other hunters like my father in the village. A sound reason. "Even though physical training is just an essential part of living as a villager, do not think that you've gotten stronger just because you've been swinging around a piece of stick for four years. You'd be making a grave mistake." My father must have been worried. That I was overconfident, thinking that I got stronger. "I understand what you're saying. You don't need to tell me such things." However, his concern wasn't even necessary. Because I knew that I, Julius, was the most self-reliant person in this world. I remembered the life of a swordsman who wielded his sword with the utmost honesty, and there were no other people in this world who knew their place as well as I did. Therefore, if there was ever a time to be reckless, it was probably when you were willing to throw all reason aside for the sake of something. "...It's all good, then." He said as he turned his back on me and proceeded to go to the village chief. I saw a familiar back. And yet, somehow, reflected in my eyes, my father's back appeared much smaller than it usually seemed.
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ๅ››ๅๅ…ญ่ฉฑ ใใ“ใฏใ€็Ž‹้ƒฝใฎ้›ขใ‚Œใซไฝ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹้–‹ใ‘ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€‚ ๅ‘จๅ›ฒใซใฒใจๆฐ—ใฏใชใใ€่€ณใ‚’ๆพ„ใพใ•ใšใจใ‚‚่‘‰ๆ“ฆใ‚Œใฎ้ŸณใŒ ใ€Œใฉใ†? ่‰ฏใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ—ใ‚‡?ใ€ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ“ใฏใญใ€็งใฎใจใฃใฆใŠใใชใฎใ€‚็งใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Šไบบใซ้›้Œฌใ—ใฆใ‚‹ๅงฟใจใ‹่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใ“ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆŽขใ—ใŸใฎใ‚ˆใจๅฝผๅฅณใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใฏใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซ่กŒใฃใฆใŸใ‚“ใ ใฃใ‘ใ€‚ใ™ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่žใๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ‘ใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ ใฃใŸ? ใ€ๆˆฆๅงซใ€Ÿใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒซใƒใƒผใ‚ฏใฏใ€ ใ“ใ“ใงใ‚ใˆใฆๅฐ‹ใญใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใฏใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใฎ็‚บไบบใซใคใ„ใฆ่žใใŸใ„ใ‚ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ่žใใŸใ„ไบ‹ๆŸ„ใฏใ€ๅผทใ•ใซใคใ„ใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆไผšใ‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎ?ใ€ ใ€Œ่ฉฑใ—ใฏใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ไฟบใจไธ€็ท’ใซๆˆฆใฃใŸใฎใฏใƒ“ใ‚จใƒฉใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒซใƒใƒผใ‚ฏใฎๅง‰ใฎใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใƒปใ‚ขใ‚คใƒซใƒใƒผใ‚ฏใจใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฃใฆๅ‰ฃๅฃซใจใ ใ‘ใ€ ใ€Œใธใˆใˆใ€‚ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฃใฆๅ‰ฃๅฃซใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ใฎใ€ๅฑๅงซใ€Ÿใจใ€ใญใˆใ€ ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฏใ€ๅฑๅงซใ€Ÿใฎๅใง้€šใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ‡บใฆใใŸใใฎ็™บ่จ€ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ†ๅˆคๆ–ญใ€‚ ใ€Œๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ‚ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ€ๆฒขๅฑฑใ€ ใ€Œๅทฑใฎๆœช็†Ÿใ•ใซๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‘ใŸใ€ใจใ‹?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ€ๅ‰ใ‚‚่žใ„ใŸใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใฃใ‘?ใ€ ใ€Œใใ€‚ๅ‰ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆˆใ™ใŸใณใซใ„ใคใ‚‚่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ใญใ€‚ๅพ—ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‚ใฎใฏๅทฑใฎๆœช็†Ÿใ•ใซๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‘ใŸไบ‹ใ ใฃใฆใญใ€ ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไบ‹ๅฎŸใใ‚ŒใŒ็œŸๅฎŸใชใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฆๅฎšใฏๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€็ฌ‘ใฃใฆ่ชค้ญ”ๅŒ–ใ™ไบ‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ€‚ ๆฉŸ่ƒฝๆ€งใ ใ‘ใ‚’้‡่ฆ–ใ—ใŸ็„ก้ชจใชๅ‰ฃใŒๅ‰ต้€ ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ไฟบใฎๅณๆ‰‹ใซใใ‚ŒใฏๅŽใพใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปŠๅ›žใฎ็ซ‹ใกๅˆใ„ใซใŠใ„ใฆใ€ๅŽŸๅ‰‡้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏ็ฆๆญขใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ไฟบใฎๅ ดๅˆใฏๅพ—็‰ฉใ‚’ๅธฏๅ‰ฃใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„็‚บใ€ใ“ใฎไธ€ๅบฆ้™ใ‚Šใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ใฏ่จฑใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ‹ใจ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹่ญฆๆˆ’ๅฟƒใจๅœงใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ—ใฆใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€็ฐ็Œ›ใซ็ฌ‘ใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€่กจๆƒ…ใจใฏ่ฃ่…นใซ็บใ†ๆฐ—้…ใฏๆŠœใ่บซใฎๅˆƒใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ†ทใ‚„ใ‚„ใ‹ใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ็†ฑใซๆตฎใ‹ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸๆง˜ๅญใฏๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆฒนๆ–ญใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใจๆ—ฉๅˆ็‚นใ‚’ใ—ใฆๆŒ‘ใ‚ใฐใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใใใฎ็žฌ้–“ใซๅ…จใฆใŒ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชไบˆๆ„ŸใŒ่„ณ่ฃใ‚’้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•ใ€ใฆใ€‚ๆบ–ๅ‚™ใฏ่‰ฏใ„ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰?ใ€ ไธๅฏงใซใใ†ใ€่จŠใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆœ€ๆ—ฉๆฎบๆฐ—ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„้—˜ๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅฎน่ตฆใชใ็™บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅงฟใ‚’ๅ‰ใซใ—ใฆใ€ไฝ•ใ‚’ไปŠๆ›ดใ€‚ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใณไธŠใŒใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใฎใฟ่พผใ‚“ใงไฟบใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใงๅพ…ๆฉŸใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎๅงฟใ‚’ๆจช็›ฎใง็ขบ่ชใ—ใŸๅพŒใ€ๅฐใ•ใ้ฆ–่‚ฏใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ€‚ใชใ‚‰โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ใญใ€ ็›ดๅพŒใ€ๆญป็ฅžใ‚‚ใ‹ใใ‚„ใจใ„ใ†ๆฎบๆฐ—ใŒไฟบใจใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅˆบใ—่ฒซใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใ‚Œใซๆง‹ใ†ไบ‹ใชใใ€่บŠ่บ‡ใ†ไบ‹ใชใใ€ไฟบใฏๅŠ›ๅผทใ่ธใฟ่พผใ‚“ใง่กŒใใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒๅง‹ๅ‹•ใฎๅˆๅ›ณใ€‚ ็›ดๅพŒใ€ใถใ‚ใ‚Šใจๅนใ่’ใ‚“ใ ้ขจใŒไฟบใ‚’่ฆ†ใ„ๅฐฝใใ—ใŸใ€‚ ่ฆ–่ฆšใŒๆ‰ใˆใฆใ„ใŸใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๅงฟใฏใ€ใใฎ็พ่ฑกใจ้€ฃๅ‹•ใ—ใฆๅฟฝ็„ถใจๆŽปใๆถˆใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆฎ‹ใฃใŸใฎใฏ่ธใฟ่ถณใฎๆŽฅๅœฐใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ๆ“ฆใ‚Š้Ÿณใ€‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”็ฅž็ตŒใ‚’็ ”ใŽๆพ„ใพใ›ใ‚ใ€‚ ่‚Œใงๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹้ขจใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่ด่ฆšใฏใ€ๆˆฆ้—˜ๅ‹˜ใฏใ€‚ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚’ใ‚ณใƒณใƒžไปฅไธ‹ใฎๆ™‚้–“ใง่ธใพใˆใ€็ญ”ใˆใ‚’ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ๆใ‚‰ใใฏใ€่ƒŒๅพŒโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใƒƒ!! 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ๆฌก่กŒใใ‚ใ‚ˆใƒƒ!!!ใ€ ใใฎใพใพใ€Œๆ”ปๆ’ƒใ™ใ‚‹ใžใ€ใจไธๅฏงใซๅฎฃ่จ€ใ•ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ๆ”พใŸใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ”ปๆ’ƒใŒไฟบใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ็ฐ็Œ›ใซ็‰™ใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€้ฟใ‘ใ‚ใ€‚้ฟใ‘ใ‚ใ€‚้ฟใ‘ใ‚ใ€‚ ใฒใฃใใ‚Šใชใ—ใซๅทฑใธ่จ€ใ„่žใ‹ใ›ใ€ๆจชใธใจๅผทๅผ•ใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚็จ‹ใชใใ™ใๅดใ‚’้€š้Žใ™ใ‚‹้Š€่‰ฒใซ็…Œใๅˆƒใ€‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ‚ฎใƒชใ‚ฎใƒชใ€้ŽใŽใ‚‹......!! ้‹ญใ„ๅ‘ผๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅใๅ‡บใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚’่ฆ‹้ฃใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ™ใ‚‹ใจๆš‡ใชใฉไธŽใˆใชใ„ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซใ€ๅ†ใณ้Š€ใฎ่ปŒ่ทกใ‚’ไฟบใฎ็œผๅ‰ใงๆใใ€ไธ€็žฌ้…ใ‚Œใฆ้ขจใ‚’ๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ้ŸณใŒๅฑŠใใ€‚ไปŠๅบฆใฏใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒไธŠๆฎตใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚ๅ‚ฒๅฒธใซๆ”พใŸใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎไฟบใจๅ…จใๅŒใ˜ๆŒ™ๅ‹•ใง็นฐใ‚Šๅ‡บใ™ไธ€ๆ’ƒใ€‚ ๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใชใ‚‰ๅ—ใ‘ๆตใ—ใฆใฟใ‚ใ€‚ ็œŸไผผๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใชใ‚‰็œŸไผผใ‚’ใ—ใฆใฟใ‚ใ€‚ ๆ‚ช้ฌผใ‚’ๆƒณ่ตทใ•ใ›ใ‚‹้ˆใ„ๅ…‰็บใ†็žณใงๅฅฝๆˆฆ็š„ใซไฟบใ‚’ๅฐ„ๆŠœใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‹ขใ„ใ‚ˆใไธŠๆฎตใ‹ใ‚‰้ ญ่“‹็›ฎๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆๆธพ่บซใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใŒๆ”พใŸใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ€ใฎ......ใ€ ็ด”็ฒ‹ใชๅ‰ฃใฎๆŠ€้‡ใฎใฟใงใ„ใˆใฐใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏไฟบใฎๆ•ฐๆฎตไธŠใฎๅขƒๅœฐใซไฝ็ฝฎใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซๆใ‚‰ใใ€ๅ…ˆ็จ‹ใฎ็œŸไผผใ‚’ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฝผๅฅณใชใ‚Šใซๅฏพ็ญ–ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ—ใ€ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ๅŒใ˜่Šธๅฝ“ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ่€ณใ‚’ๅŠˆใ้‡‘ๅฑž้Ÿณใฏ่พบใ‚Šใซใณใ‚Šใณใ‚Šใจๆœจ้œŠใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใ€ใƒใ€ใฏใฏใฏใฃใ€ ๆˆฆ้—˜้Ÿณใซๆททใ–ใ‚‹ๅ“„็ฌ‘ใ€‚ ใŠไบ’ใ„ใ‚’่ฅฒใ†่กๆ’ƒใซใ€ใŠไบ’ใ„ใŒๅƒ…ใ‹ใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใฃใฆใ„ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ„ใ€ๅพŒ้€€ใ€‚ ใชใ‚Œใฉใ€้–‹ใ„ใŸ่ท้›ขใฏใ™ใใ•ใพไฟบใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒๅคงใใ่ธใฟ่พผใ‚“ใ ไบ‹ใงใ‚ผใƒญใธใจ็งปใ‚Šๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆไฝ•ๅบฆ็›ฎใ‹ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„็นฐใ‚Šๅ‡บใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธ€ๆ’ƒใซๅฏพใ—ใ€่ฆ–่ชใซๅ…ˆใ‚“ใ˜ใฆ่บซใ‚’ๆปใ‚Šโ€”โ€”ๅ›ž้ฟใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใ„ใใ‚‰ๅพ…ใฆใฉใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใชใ„ๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ„ใŸใจใ„ใ†ๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ€‚็œผๅ‰ใซๆ•ฃใฃใŸใฎใฏ้ฎฎ็ด…่‰ฒใฎๆถฒไฝ“ใงใฏใชใใ€่ฆ‹้ฃฝใใŸ่ตคใ„้–ƒๅ…‰โ€”โ€”็ซ่Šฑใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ†ๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใŸใฎใฏไฟบใ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ€ใฉใกใ‚‰ใจใ‚‚ใชใไป•ๅˆ‡ใ‚Š็›ดใ—ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ้ฃ›ใณ้€€ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‘ใฐใ€ใพใ ๆ•ฐๅˆใ ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใฒใ‚…ใƒผใฒใ‚…ใƒผใจๅ–˜้ณดใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช้ŸณใŒๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๆผใ‚Œๅ‡บใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๆต็Ÿณใซไธ€็ญ‹็ธ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ใญใ€ ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ€‚ ้กใซใฝใคใฝใคใจ่„‚ๆฑ—ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ไฟบใฏ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไธฆใน็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ‚Šใ‚ƒใใ†ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†? ็งใŒไธ€ไฝ“ใ€ไฝ•ๅนดๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใฃใฆใใŸใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ€‚......ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใ‚ญใƒŸใฎๆˆ้•ท้€Ÿๅบฆใฏ็•ฐๅธธ้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ‚ใญใ€ ใ€Œ......ใพใ€ๅซ‰ๅฆฌใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ“ใ‚Œใฐใฃใ‹ใ‚Šใฏไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ„ใ—ใ€่‰ฏใ„ๅ‰ฃใฎ็›ธๆ‰‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใจๆ€ใฃใฆๆ€ใ„ๅˆ‡ใ‚Šๆฅฝใ—ใพใ›ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ ใ‘ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ใใฒใ€ใจๅฅณๆ€งใ‚‰ใ—ใใชใ„็ฌ‘ใฟใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏ่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใฆใ„ใŸ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ๅŒๅ‰ฃไฝฟใ„ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒๆ‰ฑใ†ๅ‰ฃใฏไฟบใŒๆ‰ฑใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅˆƒๅ…ˆใŒ็Ÿญใใ€ใƒชใƒผใƒใฎ้•ทใ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆ‰ฑใ„ใ‚„ใ™ใ•ใ‚’้‡่ฆ–ใ—ใŸ้€ ใ‚Šใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅณใจๅทฆใ€‚ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎไธกใฎๆ‰‹ใซๅ‰ฃใŒๅŽใพใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใฎๆณฐ็„ถใจใ—ใŸ็ซ‹ใกๅงฟใซ้š™ใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใ‚‚ใชใใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่บซไฝ“ใ‹ใ‚‰็™บใ›ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅจๅœงๆ„Ÿใฏๆ•ฐๆฎตไธŠๆ˜‡ใ€‚ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ใพใ‚ŠๅŒๅ‰ฃใงๆˆฆใ†ไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฅฝใพใชใ„ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใซใ€ใ‚ใˆใฆใ‚ฝใƒฌใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใ ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆ‰‹ๅŠ ๆธ›ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใฏใชใ„ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ•โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ๆบœใพใฃใฆใŸๅˆ†ใ€ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎๅ€ๆฅฝใ—ใพใ›ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ‚ใ‚ˆ? ......ใตใ€ใตใตใตใ€ใ‚ใฏใฏใฏใฏใ€ ๅณใ€ๅทฆใซๅฅ‡ๅฆ™ใชใ‚นใƒ†ใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚’่ธใฟใชใŒใ‚‰ๅคงใใ่ฝŸใๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใ€‚ใพใ•ใ—ใใใ‚Œใฏ็‹‚็ฌ‘ใ€‚ ๆฅฝใ—ใใฆไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ„ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซๅ–‰ใ‚’้œ‡ใ‚ใ›ใ€่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใ€ๅคงๆฐ—ใซๅฃฐใ‚’้Ÿฟใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใŒใฆใ€็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใŒใƒ”ใ‚ฟใƒชใจๆญขใฟโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใใ‚ŒใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ๅœŸๅกŠใŒไบŒๆ–นๅ‘ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฎ™ใซ่ˆžใ†ใ€‚ ใใ‚ŒใŒๅ†้–‹ใฎๅˆๅ›ณใ€‚
Chapter 46 It was an open space located in a remote part of the capital. There wasn't a single soul around, yet the sound of leaves rustling in the wind alone was enough to fill the place with deafening noise. "It's a nice place, isn't it?" Said Lilea as she led us into this place after we stopped by the guild and submitted our completion of the request. "This place, you see, it's my own secret place. I don't really want people to see me training or anything." That's why she spent so much time looking for a place just like this, she added. "Now that I remember it, you went to the infamous Minaura, didn't you? How was it? How was the 'Warrior Princess,' Viera Islebark?" The fact that you asked about Viera right here and now suggests that you really don't want to hear anything about her personality. What you want to hear about is her strength. "Oh, you didn't meet her?" "We talked. But the only people I fought with were her older sister, Fiole Islebark, and a swordsman named Siva." "Hmm~ I haven't heard of a swordsman named Siva, but the 'Corpse Princess,' huh?" As Siva also said, Fiole is known as the 'Corpse Princess.' To which that very name came out of Lilea's mouth as if it were a matter of fact. "Were you able to learn anything from that place?" "A lot." "Like realizing my own inexperience, or something?" "I've already heard that before." "Is that so?" "Yeah. Every time you accomplish something, it's you gaining the realization of how inexperienced you still are that I always hear." I couldn't deny it because it was really the truth. A sword then rested in my right hand. According to Sofia's rules, we both can't use magic in this duel. However, since my weapon requires my own magic itself, this would be the only exception throughout our match. In the presence of the alertness and pressure rising from her body, Lilea smiled ferociously, as if she had been waiting for it. But despite her expression, the air that surrounded her was as cold as ice, making the heat of the moment dissipate in the air. Such a premonition came to my mind that if I got even a little bit careless and charged at her head-on too soon, I'll lose at that very moment. "Now, then. Are you ready?" She asked me courteously. I just swallowed the words that came to mind and looked at Sofia with a glance, who was waiting a short distance away, and gave her a small nod. "--Let's begin, then." Not long after, a bloodlust, befitting of a reaper, pierced through my entirety. But without hesitation and care in the world, I forcefully stepped in, as it was the cue to start. And as soon as I did, a gust of wind swept over me. Lilea's image, locked in my eyes, suddenly vanished. --Sharpen your senses. Where does the skin that I feel on my skin come from? The attack will probably come from-- behind!!! "Aha--!" I swung as I turned around without hesitation and intercepted a deadly blade that was about to slice me open. Neither of our swords was dazzled by the hard exchange of blows. It was released in a series of raging blows, pouring down like a torrent of rain. Red lines appearing on my cheeks started to drip. My sword was already up above, anticipating Lilea's downward swing, who was trying to close in to prevent me from creating distance. --Crush her. Disregarding the prospect of being blocked, she committed to swinging her sword in my direction. Soon, a hard feeling struck my sword. Our swords long collided against each other, and the vibration from the clash echoed throughout the place. Neither of us wanted to be overpowered, however, the standstill didn't last long. "Fly-- away--!!!" Lilea sneered to me, telling me to pick up the pace, and then proceeded to flash her spirit by retaliating. She gripped the hilt of her sword with such force so much so that it screeched, and came to me by launching her body forward in hopes of winning the exchange by force. But-- But it doesn't matter, it's a complete bluff, so don't let it get to you. I told myself as the resistance from the sword suddenly disappeared. But before I pondered about the mystery behind what happened, I found out the answer myself. But I decided at this moment that this was no time to fret. "Come on--!!! Here I come!!!" And right after she parried my previous blow, she immediately swung her sword in a backhanded manner. So dodge. Dodge it. Dodge it. Dodge it. I told myself over and over again, and even forcefully, I was able to throw myself sideways to the ground. --What a close call...!!! I look at Lilea with a sharp gasp. With no time to spare, a silver trail was drawn in front of my eyes once again, and after a moment's delay, the sound of the wind cutting through the air reached me. Exact same blow, behavior, hell, even the arrogance that I showed earlier. If you can parry it just like I did, be my guest. If you can imitate it just like I did, don't hold back. Her eyes, filled with a dull glow reminiscent of a monster's, belligerently shot at me. "You..." In terms of pure swordsmanship alone, Lilea was indefinitely a few steps ahead of me. So even if I tried to imitate one of the things she did earlier, she would probably have her own countermeasures in place. An enormous impact came soon after, and an ear-splitting metallic sound resonated throughout the place. "Aha-- Hahaha..." Amidst the battle noises, a burst of rather loud laughter rang out. The impact caused both of us to fall back, slightly dragging our bodies along the way. However, the distance that had already opened up was soon reduced to none as Lilea and I took a giant leap forward. For what seemed to be the thousandth time, Lilea skillfully twisted and turned to avoid my attacks before she could even see them. What scattered in front of my eyes wasn't a crimson-colored liquid, but a red flash of sparks, all the result of the clashing of both our swords. And apparently, I wasn't the only one who felt this way, with a mirror spawning in front of me as the two of us jumped back to retreat at the same time. The next thing I realized was the wheezing sound escaping from my mouth. "...This really won't end that easily, is it?" I forced a smile. With a bead of sweat on my forehead, I put together a string of words. "Of course not. For how many years do you think I've been wielding a sword? ...But, you've been really improving at an abnormal pace, if I say so myself." "...I can't help but be jealous, but I'm just going to enjoy this to the fullest, thinking that I've found a good training partner." Saying so with an unladylike smile, Lilea then drew the other sword from her waist and proceeded to drop its sheath to the ground again. --She's a dual wielder. The sword that Lilea wields has a shorter edge than my sword, and it was built for ease of use rather than length of reach. One to the right and another one to the left. Both her swords settled in her hands. There wasn't any room for her calm and composed demeanor like the one she wore earlier, but what I felt was an extreme sense of intimidation emanating from her body that was heightened by several more notches. Although Lilea doesn't like to fight with both her swords, given how she gets intoxicated in many ways, the fact that she dared to do so suggested that she really didn't intend to go easy on her opponent. "Given that I'm always obliged to hold back, I'm going to have twice as much fun as usual now-- okay? ...Fu-- Fufufu... AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Loud laughter began to roar as she took strange steps from her right to left. Her throat trembled and her body shook with joy, her voice now reverberating in the atmosphere. Eventually, the laughter died with a snap-- and at the same time, clods of earth flew into the air from two different directions. That was the cue to resume the fight.
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ใใ‚“ใชๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅŠฉ่จ€ใ‚’่€ณใซใ™ใ‚‹ใจๅŒๆ™‚ใ€ใฝใคใ‚Šใ€ใจๆฐดๆปดใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒ็ชๅฆ‚ใจใ—ใฆไฟบใฎ้ ฌใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใ‚‹ใ€‚ใตใจใ€็ฉบใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใจๆš—ๆพนใจ่ ขใ้ˆ่‰ฒใฎ้›ฒใŒๅฝผๆ–นๆญคๆ–นใซๆ•ฃ่ฆ‹ใ•ใ‚Œใ€็ฉบๆจกๆง˜ใฏๆ€ชใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใธใจ็งปใ‚Šๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......้›จใ€ ใฒใจใ‚Šใ”ใกใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซไฟบใŒๅ‘Ÿใใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐใŒ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใ€ใจๆ‰ใˆใ‚‹ในใใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ๅƒ…ใ‹ใซ้ก”ใ‚’็ถปใฐใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใใ†ๅฃใซใ™ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ่จ€ใ†้€šใ‚Šใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ—ไปฎใซ็†ฑใซๆตฎใ‹ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€้›จใชใฉๅบฆๅค–่ฆ–ใ—ใฆๆ‰‹ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใซ่ˆˆใ˜ใฆใ„ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆฐ—ใฅใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏๅœŸ็ ‚้™ใ‚Šใ€ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใ‚‚ไปŠใจใชใฃใฆใฏๅไบŒๅˆ†ใซใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใŸ่ฉฑใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆœฌ้™ใ‚Šใซใชใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซใ€ๅฎฟใธๆˆปใ‚ใ†?ใ€ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ไฟบใ‚„ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏใƒชใƒฌใ‚ข้”ใŒไฝๅฑ…ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅฎฟใซใฆๅ€‹ใ€…ใง้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅ€Ÿใ‚ŠใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ไบŒๅนดๅ‰ใซไฟบใŒๆ‰“ใกๅ€’ใ—ใŸใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใฎ่จŽไผๅ ฑๅฅจ้‡‘ใ‚’ใใฎใพใพไฟบ้”ใฎ็”Ÿๆดป่ฒปใซๅฝผๅฅณใ‚‰ใŒใ‚ใฆใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใฎ็‚บใ€ไฟบ้”ใฎๅธฐใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏๅ…จๅ“กๅŒใ˜ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ†ใญใ€‚......ใซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใฎๆง˜ๅญใ ใจๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใพใง้•ทๅผ•ใใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใ€ ไฟบใซใฏๅ…จใ้•ใ„ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ‚„ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้€ฃใ‚Œใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒญใ‚ฆใชใฉใฏ็ฉบๆจกๆง˜ใ‚’็›ฎใซใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ‚‚้›จใŒ้™ใ‚Šใใ†ใ ใจใ‹ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šๅ‰ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซไบˆๆƒณใ—ใ€ๅฝ“ใฆใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ณใƒ„ใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๅ‹˜ใจใ—ใ‹็ญ”ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใชใ„็‚บใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ใ€Œใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ใจ่žใไบ‹ใ“ใใ—ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซใฏใใ‚Œใชใ‚Šใฎไฟกใ‚’็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใฏใ€่ถณๅ ดใŒไธ่‡ช็”ฑใซใชใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚ใญใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใฟใ‚“ใชๅŒใ˜ใ€ ใ€ŒใŸใ ใฎ็‹ฌใ‚Š่จ€ใ‚ˆใ€‚้‚ชๆŽจใฏใ‚„ใ‚ใฆ่ฒฐใˆใ‚‹?ใ€ ใใฎ่ฟ”ใ—ใซใ€ไฟบใฏๅ–‰ใฎๅฅฅใงใใคใใคใจ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ€็ ด้ก”ใ—ใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€ŸใŒ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ™ใฎใฏๆใ‚‰ใๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใ€‚ๆ•…ใซใ‚ใˆใฆๆ˜ŽๅพŒๆ—ฅใจ่จ€ใ„่กจใ—ใŸใฎใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏ้‚ชๆŽจใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ€ใใ€ๆœฌ้Ÿณใ‚’่จ€ใ†ใจใ‚„ใฃใฑใ‚Šใพใ ใ€ไธๅฎ‰ใŒๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็งใŒๆ”ปใ‚ใใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸไธŠใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใฏ่‰ฒใ€…ใจใพใ ใ€ไฝ™ๅŠ›ใ‚‚ๆฎ‹ใ—ใฆใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒŸใฃใฆๅคšๅˆ†ใ€็ชฎๅœฐใซ้™ฅใฃใฆๆผธใ็œŸไพกใ‚’็™บๆฎๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒ—ใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใฎใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใŸใ ใฎๅ‹˜ใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ๅคงไธˆๅคซใชๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚ˆใญใ€ ใจใฉใฎใคใพใ‚Šใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใŒ่จ€ใ„ใŸใ„ไบ‹ใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ไฟบใจใ„ใ†ไบบ้–“ใฎๅฎŸๅŠ›ใŒๆœช็Ÿฅๆ•ฐใ€‚ใใ“ใซๅธฐ็ตใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆœช็Ÿฅๆ•ฐๆ•…ใซใ€ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใ„ใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‹ใชใ‚‹ใฎใงใฏใจๅŽๆŸใŒๅ‡บๆฅใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใ‚„้ ๅ›žใ‚Šใงใฏใ‚ใฃใŸใŒใ€ใใฎ่ณ›่พžใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......่ฉฑใ™ใฎใ‚‚่‰ฏใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆ—ฉใใ—ใชใ„ใจ้›จใซๆฟกใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ€ ใ™ใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่šŠๅธณใฎๅค–ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅ‘†ใ‚Œๆททใ˜ใ‚Šใซใใ†ๅฃใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ‰ฃใŒ้–ขใ‚ใ‚‹ใจไฝ•ใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ›ใ‚ˆๅ†—้•ทใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใŒไฟบใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๆ‚ชใ„็™–ใ€‚ ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฏๅ…ˆใซ่กŒใใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใจ่‹ฅๅนฒไธๆฉŸๅซŒใซใ€ๅฎฟใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏๅ…ˆใ‚’ๆญฉใๅง‹ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๆญคๅ‡ฆใฏ็Ž‹้ƒฝใฎ้›ขใ‚Œใซไฝ็ฝฎใ™ใ‚‹้–‹ใ‘ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎ่ƒŒใ‚’ไฟบใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏ่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€‚ ใใฎใพใพใ€ใฉใ‚Œใปใฉๆญฉใ„ใŸใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ๅๅˆ†ใ€‚ๅไบ”ๅˆ†ใ€‚ ไธๅนธไธญใฎๅนธใ„ใซใ‚‚ใ€้›จใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใฏ็ต‚ๅง‹ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšใ€ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎ็ขบๅ›บใŸใ‚‹้•ๅ’Œๆ„Ÿใ‚’่จ€่‘‰ใซๅค‰ใˆใฆๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ—ใŸใฎใฏใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ไธ€ไฝ“ใ€่ชฐใฎไป•ๆฅญใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใญใ€ ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๆญฉใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ€่ฆ–็•Œใซๆ˜ ใ‚‹ๆ™ฏ่‰ฒใฏใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ใซ็ท‘ไธ€่‰ฒใ€‚ๆœจใ€…ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ€‚ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใจใฎๆ‰‹ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฎไฝ™ๆณขใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ๅคงๆฐ—ใจๅ…ฑใซใ‚บใ‚ฟใ‚บใ‚ฟใซๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ„ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆœจใ€…ใฎๆฎ‹้ชธใŒๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใซไธ€ๅฎšๆ™‚้–“ๆญฉใใจไฝ•ๆ•…ใ‹ๆˆปใฃใฆใใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใŒใใฎ่จผๅทฆใ€‚ ๅˆใ‚ใฏไฝ•ใฎๅ†—่ซ‡ใ‹ใจๆ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚„ใŒใฆ่ƒธใซๅตŒใพใ‚Š่พผใ‚€้•ๅ’Œๆ„Ÿใจไธๅฏฉใฎๅฟตใ€‚ ่ฆšใˆใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นๅ›ใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸ่ชฐใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆจใฟใงใ‚‚่ฒทใฃใฆใŸใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใชใ‚“ใงไฟบใชใฎใ€‚ใใ‚Œใซใ€ๅ–งๅ˜ฉใ‚’ๅฃฒใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹?ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚็งใจใ‚ญใƒŸใจใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใกใ‚ƒใ‚“ใฎไธ‰ไบบใจใ‚‚ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ๅ–งๅ˜ฉใ‚’ๅฃฒใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใšใ—ใฆไฝ•ใจ่จ€ใ„่กจใ›ใจ?ใ€ ใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹โ€”โ€”็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใ€‚ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใจๅ‰ฃใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ—ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’่ตท็‚นใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅพŒใซใ—ใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใˆใฐๅธฐใฃใฆใใฆใ€‚ๅพŒใ‚ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ‚‹ใฏใšใชใฎใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ๅ‰ใซใ‚‚ใšใฃใจ้€ฒใ‚“ใ ๅ…ˆใซใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใŒๅพ…ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ”ชๆ‹Œ ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†็พ่ฑกใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขๆ›ฐใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไป•ๆฅญใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ“ใ“ใซๆฅใ‚‹้“ไธญใซใ€็ง้”ใฎๅพŒใ‚’่ฟฝใ†ๆฐ—้…ใฏใ“ใ‚Œใฃใฝใฃใกใ‚‚ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใฎใฏๅ‰ฃใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸๆœ€ไธญ......?ใ€ ใถใคใใ•ใจใฒใจใ‚Šใ”ใกใ‚‹ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ€ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฏใ‚ใ‚Šๅพ—ใชใ„ใจๆตฎใ‹ใถ่€ƒใˆใ‚’ๅฆๅฎšใ™ใ‚‹ในใใ‹ใถใ‚Šใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใฏใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซๆ˜ ใ‚‹ๅฏพ่ฑกไปฅๅค–ใฎๆฐ—้…ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ๅ–ใ‚‹ไฝ™่ฃ•ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ไพ‹ๅค–ใชใๆจใฆๅŽปใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็Šถๆ…‹ใ€‚ ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ไบบใฎๆฐ—้…ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ็–Žใใฏใชใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ใ ใŒใใฎๅˆ†ใ€ๅค–ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๅฎณๆ„ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใฏๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ใพใงใซๆ•ๆ„Ÿใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใชใ‚“ใฆ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŽ›ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸๅ ดๅˆใฏใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใๆฐ—ไป˜ใใ€‚ ใ ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใช็Šถๆณใซ้™ฅใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹......? ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใซ่ฌŽใŒๅคšใ™ใŽใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็„ฆ็‡ฅๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใŒใ€ๅ…จใฆใ‚’็‰ฉ่ชžใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......่ฆใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ€ใใฎใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฃใฆ้ญ”ๆณ•ใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใชใ‚“ใงใ—ใ‚‡? ไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใซใคใ„ใฆใจใ‹ใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใชใ„ใฎ?ใ€ ใคใพใ‚Šใ€ใใ„ใคใŒ็Šฏไบบใ ใจไฟบใŒ่จ€่‘‰ใงๆ–ญๅฎšใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใงใ‚‚ใใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฏใญใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใŒใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ๆœ€ไธญใซๆ—ขใซๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ€ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ็Ÿฅใ‚‹ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใ‚’ๆ‰ฑใ†้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ„็ญˆใชใฎใ ใ€‚ใจใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ้ญ”ๆณ•ใจใฏใ€ไธ€ไบบใซใคใใฒใจใคใ ใ‘่จฑใ•ใ‚ŒใŸโ€”โ€”ใ„ใ‚ใฐใ€ๅพกๆฅญใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๆฒป็™’ใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใŒใ‹ใถใ‚‹ไบ‹ใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ็‰นใซใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฏๅธŒๅฐ‘ใชๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใ€‚ ่ชฐใ—ใ‚‚ๅนณ็ญ‰ใซๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏไธŽใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใฒใจๆกใ‚Šใ€‚ ้ƒฝๅˆใ‚ˆใใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใชใฉใจใ„ใ†็ใ—ใ„้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใŒไบŒไบบใ‚‚ไธ‰ไบบใ‚‚ๅ‡บใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ใ‘ใŒใชใ„ใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏๆฑบใ‚ไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ“ใใ€่ถณใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆ่€ƒใˆ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ๆฎบใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใจใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒŸใŒ้ ญใซๆตฎใ‹ในใฆๆƒณๅƒใ—ใฆใ‚‹้€šใ‚Šใ ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ใ€‚ใใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฏใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใซๆฎบใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€็พๅฎŸไฟบ้”ใฏใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ๅนพใ‚‰้€ฒใ‚ใฉใ€ๅŒใ˜ๅ ดๆ‰€ใซๆˆปใฃใฆใใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ“ใฎ็ŠถๆณใฎๅŽŸๅ› ใฎๅฟƒๅฝ“ใŸใ‚Šใฏไป–ใซใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ€ๆญป่€…ใŒ็”Ÿใ่ฟ”ใฃใŸใ€ใจใ‹?ใ€ ใตใจใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒใใ‚“ใชๆใ‚ใ—ใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’ๅฃใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใง็”Ÿใ่ฟ”ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚Œใฏใ€่ชฐใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใŒใ€ๆญป่€…่˜‡็”Ÿใ€Ÿใชใ‚“ใฆ้ฆฌ้นฟใ’ใŸ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆ‰€ๆŒใ—ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๆญปใ‚“ใ ็ญˆใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚’็ง้”ใซๅ—พใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใŸใ€ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใใพใงใ€ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฎไบˆๆƒณใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใจใ—ใฆใฏใชใใฏ็„กใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€็งใชใ‚‰ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใชใ‚“ใฆใƒใƒณใ‚ฑใช้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใ“ใใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„้ŽๅŽปใฎๅ‰ไบบใ‚’่˜‡็”Ÿใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใญใ€ ใใฃใจใใ‚Œใฏใ€้ญ”ๆณ•็‰นๆœ‰ใฎๆฌ ้™ฅๆ•…ใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใพใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‚ๅ…จใฆใ€ๆญป่€…่˜‡็”Ÿใชใ‚“ใฆใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใชใ„้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใฎ่ฉฑใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ ๆญป่€…่˜‡็”Ÿใงใชใใจใ‚‚ใ€ใพใ ๆง˜ใ€…ใชๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆ—ฉๅˆ็‚นใ‚’ใ—ใฆ่ฆ–้‡Žใ‚’็‹ญใ‚ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅพ—็ญ–ใงใชใ„ไบ‹ใฏๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไธ€ๆ—ฆใ€ใใฎๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใฏๅฝผๆ–นใซ่ฟฝใ„ใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่˜‡็”Ÿใ—ใ€ๆ“ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ฆ‹ใŸ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆจกๅ€ฃใ€‚ ็›ธๆ‰‹ใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๅฅชใ†ใ€‚ ใพใŸใฏใ€ๆใ‚ใ—ใไฝŽใ„ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใงใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅถใ€…ๅŒใ˜้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ไบบ้–“ใŒใ„ใŸใ€็ญ‰ใ€‚ ใ™ใใซๆ€ใ„ใคใใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎ้ธๆŠž่‚ขใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆŠ˜ใ€ใŒใ•ใ‚Šใจไธ่‡ช็„ถใช้ŸณใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ๆœฌๆฅใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐๆฅตใ€…่‡ช็„ถใช่‘‰ๆ“ฆใ‚Œใฎ้Ÿณใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใŸ็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€ไปŠใ ใ‘ใฏใใ‚ŒใŒใ‚ใพใ‚Šใซไธ่‡ช็„ถ้ŽใŽใŸใ€‚ ้›จใซๆฟกใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจๅ ดใ‚’ๅพŒใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่ฉฆใฟใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ไปŠใฎไปŠใพใงไธ€ๅˆ‡่€ณใซใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฎ็„กใ‹ใฃใŸ้Ÿณใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ไฟบใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใ€ใใ—ใฆใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎไธ‰ไบบใจใ‚‚ใŒไธ€ๆ–‰ใซๅพŒใ‚ใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šๅ‘ใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใใ“ใซใฏใ€่ฆ‹่ฆšใˆใฎใชใ„็”ทใŒ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ้จŽๅฃซๆœใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช่กฃๆœใ‚’่บซใซ็บใฃใŸ็”ทๆ€งใ€‚ ใ€Œใชใ‚‹ใ€็จ‹ใญใˆ......? ใชใƒผใ‚“ใ‹ใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใจไบ‹ๆ…‹ใŒ้ฃฒใฟ่พผใ‚ใฆใใŸๆฐ—ใŒใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€ ็‰นใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€็Ž‹้ƒฝใฎๆฒปๅฎ‰ใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹็‚บใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใŒๅ‹•ใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹็ญˆใชใฎใซใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงใใ“ใซใฏใ„ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชไธๆ€่ญฐใชๅฐ่ฑกใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‹่ฆ–็ทšใฎๅ…ˆใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹็”ทใธ็„ฆ็‚นใ‚’ๅผ•ใ็ตใ‚“ใ ใพใพใ€ไฟบใฏใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ็‹ฌใ‚Š่จ€ใ‚’่žใๆตใ—ใŸใ€‚
What I found looking above was dull clouds squirming around the dark sky that was shadowing over me, seemingly turning it into something ominous. "...It's starting to rain." I muttered to myself. "I guess we should take this good timing to get moving." Lilea affirmed, saying so with a slight smile on her face. If I submitted myself to the feverish excitement earlier, I probably would have been indulging myself in testing my skills against Lilea, completely disregarding this rain. "Let's head back to the inn before it starts pouring down, you two." Said Sofia. Sofia and I were renting rooms at the same inn where Lilea and her family currently resided, using the bounty from the ogre I defeated two years ago to pay for our living expenses. Which meant we all went back to the same place. "I suppose so... but I wonder if this rain will last until tomorrow." I couldn't tell the difference at all, but Lilea and her adventurer companion, Lowe, could predict whether it will rain tomorrow or not just by looking at the sky as if it were a matter of fact. I ceased to ask further, but I had a certain amount of faith in her guesses. "There really might be another incident the day after tomorrow, huh?" "Yeah, but that applies to all of us, too." "I'm just talking to myself. Can you not butt in?" I chuckled and made a face in response. The day after tomorrow is probably the day the 'Magician Hunter' resumes his routine once again. "I'm still not sure about this, to be honest. I didn't go all the way, and you still had a lot left in your tank, so this match could've easily gone either way. But despite that, I think you're the type of person who only shows your true potential when you're in a dire situation. It may only be my hunch, but I somehow get the feeling that you're going to be alright." What she was getting at was-- My ability as a swordsman is still yet to be seen, nothing more. And given how I'm an unknown anomaly, it was likely that things would somehow work out for me. I accepted the compliment, albeit somewhat roundabout. "...Talk all you want, but hurry up or you'll get drenched in the rain." Sofia, who had been completely out of the loop, said with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Lilea and I had a bad habit of being in our own worlds when swords are involved. And by the time I realized, Sofia had already started walking ahead of me to the direction where our inn is, grumbling all the while. This was an open place located in a rather remote part of the capital, so it would probably take some time to head back. Thinking so, Lilea and I followed Sofia's back-- For how long had we been walking again? Ten minutes? Fifteen? Probably more. To our great dismay, the intensity of the rain remained relatively unwavering throughout the day, though it was Lilea who pointed out the firm sense of discomfort by turning it into words. "--I wonder who in the world is behind this." No matter how far we walked, all we saw was green. The aftermath of my match with Lilea, namely the cuts and shreds to the trees near where we fought, still remained after a certain amount of time walking around the area. I thought it was just some kind of joke at first, but a sense of discomfort and a crippling suspicion started to bug me as time passed. "I don't remember getting into a fight with someone... but do you know anyone who's holding a grudge against you, Julius?" "...Why me? Also, getting into a fight with someone?" "...No matter how you look at it, you, me, and Sofia are all under a 'Disorientation' magic. How else can we describe this otherwise?" Round and round-- over and over again. Starting from what I thought was the place where I crossed swords with Lilea, to looking at the same scene as I continued walking far ahead. It was a phenomenon that stirs the inside of your head, making it a jumbled mess. And the one and only source of that is --according to what Lilea had said-- magic. "...There weren't any signs of someone following us on our way here. So if we have company right now, that person set this trap as we were exchanging swords with each other." Lilea grumbled to herself and shook her head to deny the thought that came to mind, saying it was impossible for that to happen. When you are holding a sword in your hand, you are without exception in a state where you have abandoned any sense of composure other than that of the target you see in front of you. Certainly, people are less conscious of the presence of others, but on the other hand, they are frightfully sensitive to external harm. Therefore, if a 'Disorientation' magic was cast over them, they would definitely notice. And if so, how did we end up in this situation...? I didn't know. There were too many mysteries. The frustrated look on Lilea's face explained it all. "Anyhow, this is all part of a magical ability, right...? Don't you know anything about the potential user we are talking about?" It all boils down to that person being the culprit. "--But that very magician was already murdered while you were on your way to Minaura." Therefore, there should be no more magician who has that magic, she confusingly said. Magic is a divine skill, so to speak, so only one person can use a certain magic at a time. If it's a healing magic like Sofia's, there would still be times when the user's magic is unique from other magicians' healing magic. Magicians are rare entities. Everyone is given equal potential, but there are really only a handful of people who can use it. Lilea was more than convinced that there couldn't be two or three people using the same magic as the magician she knew. All the more reason for her to stop and deeply think about it. "...Murdered, you say?" "I think it's exactly what you're imagining in your head. That magician was killed by the 'Magician Hunter.'" "Except, in reality, we're under a{Disorientation} magic." We had no other idea of the cause of this situation, which kept us coming back to the same place no matter how much we progress. "...Could it be that the magician you knew came back to life?" Sofia suddenly mentioned such a frightening possibility. "...Does that mean that someone has some stupid 'Resurrection Magic' and turned a supposedly dead magician against us?" "It's the only guess I can make..." "I suppose it's possible. But if it really is the case, I wouldn't be using such magic to bring back some magician who does disorientation magic. What I would do is resurrect some great and renowned warrior from the past." The reason being... surely, the inherent flaw of his magic. "Well, that's all there is to it if a magician really can use such extraordinary magic to resurrect the dead." Even if resurrecting the dead isn't his magical ability, there are still many possibilities. Reviving and manipulating. Imitating one's magic. Taking away one's magic. Or, in a terribly unlikely scenario, someone else really happened to wield the same magic. These are just a few of the options that come to mind. But then, there rang an unnatural sound. It should've seemed like the sounds of leaves rustling, but it sounded too unnatural for us to leave it alone. It was a sound that I had never heard from the moment we first attempted to head back home, not wanting to get drenched from the rain, until this very moment. So, all three of us, Lilea, Sofia, and I, turned around all at once. There stood a man I didn't recognize. Dressed in a knight's uniform. "I... see. I feel like I'm starting to understand a lot of what's going on..." Particular reasons as to why a knight of the capital, which exists to protect the city, in this kind of place, was unwilling to move away from our path? I listened to Lilea's monologue, keeping my focus on the man who existed at the other end of her gaze, giving me a strange impression.
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ไธ‰ๅๅ…ซ่ฉฑ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใฉใ†ใ‹ไธŠๆ‰‹ใใ„ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ€‚ ๅ†…ๅฟƒใงๅฏ†ใ‹ใซใใ‚“ใชไบ‹ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚่ตฐใ‚‰ใ›ใ‚‹็™ฝๅˆƒใ€‚ๅ††ๅผงใ‚’ๆใๅ‰ฃ็ทšใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ฝใƒฌใฏๅฎŒๆˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็šŽ็šŽใŸใ‚‹ๆœ›ๆœˆใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅฐšใ€็œฉใ„่ผใใ‚’ๆ”พใคโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใใ‚Œใ“ใใ€ๆ˜Ÿใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช่ผใใ‚’ไผดใฃใŸ่ปŒ่ทกใŒๅๆ•ฐใจ่™š็ฉบใซๅฅ”ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธ€็žฌใฎ็ฉบ็™ฝใ€‚ ้ผ“่†œใ‚’ๆฎดใ‚Šไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ๅคงๅฃฐ้‡ใ€‚ ็—›่‹ฆใซๅก—ใ‚ŒใŸ้†œใ„็ตถๅซใŒ่พบใ‚Šใซ้Ÿฟใๆธกใ‚‹ใ€‚ ่ฟซใ‚Šใ€้™ใ‚Šๆณจใๆ˜Ÿๅ…‰ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฏใฏ......ใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏ......!!!ใ€ ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ”ฏ้…ใ™ใ‚‹ใฏ็ญ†่ˆŒใซๅฐฝใใ—้›ฃใ„้ซ˜ๆšๆ„Ÿใ€‚ ใ“ใ“ใžใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซไฟบใฏ็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚็ธฆๆจช็„กๅฐฝใซ้€ƒใ•ใ‚“ใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ„ใ€่ปŒ่ทกใ‚’ๆใใ€‚ ๆใ„ใฆใ€ๆใ„ใฆใ€ๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใ„ใฆใ€‚ ๆŠ‘ใˆไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ„ใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใฎ็ฎใซ็ฝ…ใ‚’ๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€้ฆฌ้นฟใฟใŸใ„ใซ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ€็„กๅฟƒใงๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚‹ใ†ไบ‹ใงๆผธใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”็—›ใฟใ‚’้™ๅฎš็š„ใซ็„ก่ฆ–ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใŸใ€‚ ่‡ช่บซใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—้–ขไฟ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ่ป‹ใ‚€้Ÿณใ€‚ ไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ‚‚ใชใๅž‚ใ‚Œๆตใ‚Œใ‚‹้ฎฎ่ก€ใ€‚ ๅ…จ่บซใ‚’ๅฅ”ใ‚ŠๆŠœใ‘ใ‚‹็ชใๅˆบใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใช็—›ใฟใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€้–ขไฟ‚ใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”!!!ใ€ ่ปข็žฌใ€ๆ†Žๆ‚ชใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ†คๆ€’ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ€‚ ใฉใ™้ป’ใ„ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆน›ใˆใ‚‹ใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใฎ็žณใฎ่‰ฒใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็›ดๅพŒใ€ๆ˜Ÿๅ…‰ใซๆ‰€ใ€…่ฒซใ‹ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใฏๅทฑใฎ็ฟผใ‚’ๅบƒใ’ใ€ใฏใŸใ‚ใ‹ใ›ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Ÿใ‚’่ชฟๆ•ดใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏไธๅฏ่ƒฝใ€‚ ใŒใ‚€ใ—ใ‚ƒใ‚‰ใซๆ’ƒใกๆ”พใคใ ใ‘ใฎไฟบใซใ€็ฟผใ‚’็‹™ใ†ใชใ‚“ใฆ่กŒ็‚บใฏๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใฃใ€ใŸใใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ‚ชใƒฌใฎๅฅขใ‚Šใ ใƒƒ!! ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚Šใ‚„ใŒใ‚Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใฃ!!! ใ€ๅˆบใ—่ฒซใ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฎๅซใณๅฃฐใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ่จ€ใ†ใŒๆ—ฉใ„ใ‹ใ€ๅคงๅœฐใจๅคฉใ‹ใ‚‰้ป’ใ„ๅˆƒใŒ็ชใจใ—ใฆๅ‡บ็พใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใฎ็ฟผใธใจไธ€็›ด็ทšใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆ่กŒใใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ€ใฏใ€่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใซ้‡ฃใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚„ใŒใฃใŸใ‚ˆ!! ใชใใฃใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸไปŠใ€ใ‚ชใƒฌใ‚’่ญฆๆˆ’ใ—ใŸใช?ใ€ ใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใธๅ‘ใ‘ใฆๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซใใ‚Œใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‹ๅ˜ฒๅผ„ใ‚’้ก”ใซ่ฒผใ‚Šไป˜ใ‘ใฆใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฏใ“ใ“ใžใจใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใซ็››ๅคงใซใ›ใ›ใ‚‰็ฌ‘ใ†ใ€‚ ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๆฝฐใ—ใ‚„ใŒใฃใŸใ‚ˆใจใ€ใใฎๅ˜ฒใ‚Šใฏใฉใ“ใพใงใ‚‚่ฝŸใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ“ใง้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใชใ‚“ใฆ้‡Žๆšฎใช็œŸไผผใฏใ‚ˆใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ใชใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฎๆœฌๅฝ“ใฎ็‹™ใ„ใฏใใฎไธ€ๆ’ƒใ€‚ ็ฟผใ‚’็‹™ใฃใŸไธ€ๆ’ƒใซใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€ŸใŒ่บŠ่บ‡ใ„ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใ€่ฟŽๆ’ƒใฎๆง‹ใˆใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใŸใใฎไธ€็žฌใ‚’็‹™ใฃใฆๅฑ•้–‹ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ๅ››ๆ–น่ฆ†ใ†้ป’ๅ‰ฃใฎๅคง็พคใ€‚ ใพใ‚‹ใงๅ–ใ‚Šๅ›ฒใฟใงใ‚‚ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใฎ้ ญไธŠใ€ใใ—ใฆใใฎๅทฆๅณใ‚’ไฟบใจใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใ€ใใ—ใฆใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใ™ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅทปใ่พผใ‚“ใงๅ›ฒใ„ๅฐฝใใ™ใ€‚ ใ€Œใฃใ€ใฆใ€ไฝ•ใ—ใฆใ‚“ใฎ!? ใ‚ญใƒŸใƒƒ!?ใ€ ใ€Œ่ฆšๆ‚Ÿๆฑบใ‚ใ‚ใ€ๅฑๅงซใ€Ÿ!!! 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ไปŠๅบฆใฏใ‚ชใƒฌใฎ็•ชใ !!! ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใฐใฃใ‹ใ‚Š่ฟฝใ„ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใญใˆ!!! ใ‚ชใƒฌใซใ‚‚ไป˜ใๅˆใˆใ‚ˆ!! ใชใใ€ใชใใ€ใชใ......ใชใใใ‚ใ‚ใใใ‚!!!!ใ€ ๅ’†ๅ“ฎใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใซๅ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ‚‚ๅŠฃใ‚‰ใชใ„ๅซใณๅฃฐใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅŠ ใˆใฆใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฎๅ‘จๅ›ฒใ‚’ๅŸ‹ใ‚ๅฐฝใใ™็จ‹ใฎๆผ†้ป’ใŒๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใŠใ‚Šใ€ใใฎ่ฆๆ ผๅค–ใถใ‚Šใซๆ€ใ‚ใšไบบ้–“ๆŠ€ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใจใƒ‰ใƒณๅผ•ใใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚โ€”โ€”ใŸใ ใ€‚ ใ‚€ใใ‚ŠใจไธŠไฝ“ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ—ใ€ไฟบใฏใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใธใจ็„ฆ็‚นใ‚’ๅˆใ‚ใ›ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใจใฏๆ€ใ†ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎ่…•ใ€้–“้•ใ„ใชใๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใพใ ๆˆฆใ„่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ‚‚็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆต็Ÿณใซๅ‰ฃใŒๆกใ‚Œใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใฉใ†ใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ€ ไธ€้ƒจใจใฏใ„ใˆๅค–ๆฎปใ‚’็ ดๅฃŠใ—ใ€็›ธๅฝ“ใชใƒ€ใƒกใƒผใ‚ธใ‚’ไธŽใˆใŸใ€‚ๅๅˆ†ใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใฏ่‰ฏใใ‚„ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅพŒใฏใ‚ใŸใ—ใจใ‚ใฎ่ตค้ซช็”ทใซไปปใ›ใฆใจไฟบใฎๅ†…ๅฟƒใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใ‹ใ—ใฆใ‹ใ€ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ‚‚ใ€ไฟบใฏใใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใชใใ€ๅทฑใฎ่บซไฝ“ใซ็„ก่จ€ใง่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’่ฝใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚“ใ€ ็—บใ‚Œใฏ่–„ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ใฎ็กฌ็›ดใฏไธ€ๆ™‚็š„ใชใ‚‚ใฎใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ‹ใจๆ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€ใฒใฃใใ‚Šใชใ—ใซใ‚„ใฃใฆๆฅใ‚‹็—›ใฟใซ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใพใซๆญชใ‚ใŸใ€‚ ใ„ใใ‚‰้›้Œฌใชใฉใง่…•ใ‚’ใƒœใ‚ญใƒœใ‚ญใจๆŠ˜ใฃใฆใใŸใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€็—›ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฏ็—›ใ„ใ€‚ ็—›ใฟใซ้ˆใใชใ‚‹ใ ใชใ‚“ใฆ็‰นๆŠ€ใฏๅ‹ฟ่ซ–ใ€ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใฎใงๅ ชใˆๅฟใถไบ‹ใใ‚‰ใ„ใ—ใ‹ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ๅ…จใฆใซๅฏพใ—ใฆๅผทๅผ•ใซใงใ‚‚่ƒŒใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€‚ ใ€Œใ‚ใฎใ€‚ไฟบใ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Šไบบใซใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใชใ„็‰นๆŠ€ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉใญใ€ ้ข็™ฝใŠใ‹ใ—ใใ†ใซ็ฌ‘ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ็‰นๆŠ€ใจใ„ใ†ใซใฏไบ›ใ‹ใŠใ‹ใ—ใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹้ƒจๅˆ†ใ‚‚ใ‚ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ไฟบใซใจใฃใฆใฏใใฎใŠ้™ฐใงใ“ใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใงใ‚‚ๅฐšใ€ ใ€ŒๅฎŸใฏใ€ไธกๅˆฉใใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ€ ใ€Œ......ใใ‚ŒใŒไฝ•?ใ€ ใ€Œใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅณใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ๅทฆใงๆŒฏใ‚‹ใˆใ‚‹ใฃใฆ่ฉฑใชใ‚“ใงใ™ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใฏไธ€ๅบฆใใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅณ่…•ใงใ‚ฑใƒชใ‚’ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใƒใƒฃใƒณใ‚นใฏใ€็ขบใ‹ใซไธ€ๅบฆใใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚„ใŒใฆไฟบใฏ็„กๆ‰‹ใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅทฆๆ‰‹ใซๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใ€่ƒธไธญใซใฆใ€ ใใ‚“ใชไฟบใซๅฏพใ—ใ€่ฟ”ใฃใฆใใŸใฎใฏ็„ก่จ€ใฎๅ‘†ใ‚Œ้ก”ใ€‚ๆญฃๆฐ—ใ‹ใ€ใ“ใ„ใคใ€‚ใฟใŸใ„ใชใ€‚ ็œŸๅบ•็†่งฃๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚“ใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไฟบใฏใ€่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎไธญใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ใฎ็”ทใจๆฏ”ในใ‚‹ใจใ‚„ใฏใ‚Šๅ‡กไบบใงใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅคšๅฐ‘ใฎ็—›ใฟใใ‚‰ใ„ใฏๅฝ“็„ถใจใ—ใฆๅ—ใ‘ๅ…ฅใ‚Œใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใพใจใ‚‚ใซๅ‰ใซใ™ใ‚‰้€ฒใ‚ใ‚‹็ญˆใŒใชใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅผทๆ•ตใ‚’ๅทฑใฎๆ‰‹ใงๆ‰“ใกๅ€’ใ™ใŸใณใ€ๅทฑใŒๆ†งใ‚Œใซ่ฟ‘ไป˜ใใคใคใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใจ็ขบใ‹ใช้”ๆˆๆ„Ÿใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚ŒใŒใ€ๅ ชใ‚‰ใชใๅฌ‰ใ—ใ„ใฎใ ใ€‚ ๆŠฑใ„ใŸ็›ฎ็š„ใฎๅ‰ใงใฏๅคšๅฐ‘ใฎ็—›ใฟใชใฉใ€ๆฏ”ใน็‰ฉใซใ™ใ‚‰ใชใ‚Šใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Ÿใฏไฟบใฎ็ฒ็‰ฉใงใ™ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใจ่ญฒใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใฏใ“ใ‚Œใฃใฝใฃใกใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ไฟบใฎๆ‰‹ใงๆฏใฎๆ นใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ€็ณงใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใ‚ใใ‚ใ€ใ‚ใฎๅ–งใ—ใ„ๅฃใ‚’้–‰ใ˜ใ•ใ›ใชใ„ใจใญใ€ ๅฎฃ่จ€ใจๅ…ฑใซ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ†ๅบฆใ€ๅฎ™ใซๆŠ•ใ’ๅ‡บใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ใƒผใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฅฝใใซใ—ใ‚ใ‚ˆใจใ€่€ณๆœถใ‚’ๆŽ ใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ชใƒฌใฎๆŠ•ใ’ใ‚„ใ‚Šใช่จ€่‘‰ใซ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆใ ใ‘้ง†ใ‘ไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŠใ„!!! ใ‚ใ‚“ใŸใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆˆฆใˆใญใˆใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒ!! ใ‚ชใƒฌใซไปปใ›ใฆใ™ใฃใ“ใ‚“ใงใ‚ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚น!!!ใ€ ใ€Œใˆใ‡ใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฏใชใใซ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ€ ้ ฌใŒ็—™ๆ”ฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็™บ่จ€ใŒ้ข็™ฝใŠใ‹ใ—้ŽใŽใฆใ€็ฌ‘ใ‚€ไบ‹ใ‚’ใ‚„ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็‰‡่…•ใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚ŒใŸใใ‚‰ใ„ใงไฝ•่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใฎ? ใพใ ๅพŒๅทฆๆ‰‹ใŒๆฎ‹ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ€ ๆˆฆใˆใชใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใฎใฏใ€ไธก่…•ใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅ‡บ่ก€ๅคš้‡ใง็ซ‹ใฆใชใใชใฃใฆใ€้€™ใ„ใคใใฐใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใใชใฃใฆๆผธใใ€ๆˆฆใˆใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใˆใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ใฎใซใ€‚ ใŸใจใˆ่ƒธใ‚’ๅคงๅ‰ฃใงๆŠ‰ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ€็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใพใ ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹็ฏ„็–‡ใ€‚ ๅ‡บ่ก€ๅคš้‡ใง่ฆ–็•ŒใŒๆญชใ‚“ใงใ„ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆกใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใฎใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใพใ ๆˆฆใˆใ‚‹็ฏ„็–‡ใชใฎใ ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ—ฉใ„่€…ๅ‹ใกใฎ็ฒ็‰ฉไบ‰ๅฅชๆˆฆใฏใ€ใพใ ็ต‚ใ‚ใฃใฆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉ?ใ€ ใ€Œใฃใ€ใใ€ใฏใฃใ€ใฏใฏใฏใฏใฃ!! ใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏใฏ!!!! ใ„ใ„ใœใ€ใ„ใ„ใœใ€‚ใใ†่จ€ใ†ไบ‹ใชใ‚‰ๆญขใ‚ใญใˆ!! ๅฅฝใๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ‚„ใ‚Œใ‚ˆ!! ใ ใŒใ€ใ‚ชใƒฌใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใซใ•ใ›ใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใŒใช!!!ใ€ ๅผพใ‘ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ฌ‘ใ„ๅฃฐใ‚’่ฝŸใ‹ใ›ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฏๅทฆใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŽฒใ’ใŸใ€‚้€ฃๅ‹•ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ไฟบ้”ใ‚’ๅ›ฒใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆผ†้ป’ใฎๅ‰ฃๅ…จใฆใŒใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใซๅˆ‡ใฃๅ…ˆใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ๆ—ขใซใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใ‚’่ฆ†ใ†ๅค–ๆฎปใฎๅคงๅŠใฏๅ‚ทไป˜ใใฒใ—ใ‚ƒใ’ใฆใ—ใพใ„ใ€็„ก้˜ฒๅ‚™ใชๆ–ญ้ขใ‚’ๆ™’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชไธญใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใฎๅ‰ฃใŒๆฎบๅˆฐใ—ใŸๆšใซใฏใ€ๆœ€ๆ—ฉ่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็ถšใใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ไฟบใ‚‚ๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๆŽฒใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ”พใคใฎใฏใ“ใ‚ŒใงไบŒๅบฆ็›ฎใ€‚ ๆ™‚้–“ใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ€ๆŽ›ใ‘ใฆใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ’ƒใกๅขœใจใ›โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ่จ€่‘‰ใŒ้‡ใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ…ใ‹ใซๅ…ˆใ‚“ใ˜ใฆ่ฟŽๆ’ƒใ‚’่ฉฆใฟใ‚‹ใ€ใ‚ธใƒฃใƒใ‚ฆใ‚ฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ€Ÿใฎ้กŽ้–€ใŒไฟบใธใจๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ๆ’ƒใกๆ”พใค้š›ใซๅนพๅบฆใจใชใ่€ณใซใ—ใฆใใŸ้Ÿณใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ......่ฟŽๆ’ƒใฎใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใชใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใ™ใ‚‰ๆ–ฌใ‚Š่ฃ‚ใใพใงใ€‚ ่ปŒ้“ใซๅค‰ๆ›ดใฏใชใใ€ๆŒใกๅพ—ใ‚‹ๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซใ™ใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใซๆณจใŽ่พผใ‚€ใ€‚
Chapter 38 ...Please work out. I envisioned a canvas of a sky, drawing an arc on it with the swing of a sword as I ran. And it came to life. Their trails were even more dazzling than the bright moon-- and they flashed across the sky like a star. "----" A fleeting moment of blankness was born, and a momentary silence followed suit. A loud voice pierced my eardrums. It was an ugly and painful scream that resounded throughout the vicinity. Starlights soon descended rapidly from the sky, so fast that it didn't give enough time to even blink. "...Haha... HAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!" What took over my body was an indescribable feeling of elation. I swung my sword in all directions, drawing trails of stars wherever I ended up swinging to. I drew, drew, and swung my sword in hopes of tearing through my enemy. Swinging my sword mindlessly while smiling like an idiot, I was finally able to ignore the pain to a limited extent while cracking the emotional restraints I had been suppressing. I checked my own status. But it didn't matter. The sound of something creaking. The fresh blood dripping from nowhere. And the stabbing pain rushing through my entire body. It didn't matter one bit. "----!!!" A groan enveloped by hatred and rage soon shook the place. The Jabberwock's eyes, which were now filled with dark emotions, changed colors. Immediately after, the Jabberwock spread its wings and began to flap them while being pierced by the starlights in several places. Even if I thought so, it was impossible to adjust the trajectory of{ Naglufar } . I just desperately unleashed it, and I couldn't possibly hope to hit his wings by will. "--Hey, this one's on me! Make sure to take it--!!!{ Gladiator } !!!" It was Siva's scream. And as soon as he said so, black blades suddenly appeared from the earth and the sky, headed straight for the wings of the Jabberwock. "Heh-- you're hooked here pretty well if I say so myself! Did you really try to escape just now? Huh?!" Siva took advantage of this opportunity to let out a chuckle in a grand manner, plastering a clearly recognizable taunt to the Jabberwock's face. You ruined your last chance to escape, or so his taunting face said. "Don't you dare run away from me now!{ Gladiator } !!!" Siva's ultimate goal was that blow. The Jabberwock displayed hesitation at the blow aimed at its wing, and at the moment it took a stance to intercept, a swarm of black swords was unleashed, surrounding him in all directions. It was as if the Jabberwock was trapped between me, Fiole, and even Siva, no matter which direction it decided to look. "Hey-- what are you doing?!" "Brace yourself, Corpse Princess! You can't expect to stall for time if you've delivered this much damage! We've got to finish off this big fella, so just help me already, Corpse Princess!!!" "DON'T YOU 'CORPSE PRINCESS' ME, I TOLD YOU TO NOT CALL ME THAT, DIDN'T I?! BESIDES, I KNOW THAT TOO!!!" --To be brutally honest, I wanted to beat the Jabberwock by myself. But I already felt nothing in my right arm. The Jabberwock's whole body was flushed red with anger while trembling with utter rage towards me. I hated to admit it, but this might be just impossible for me alone. Thus, I decided to accept it for now. I didn't have the skills to affirm that I didn't need their help after all. And then I realized... Screams were coming from all over my right arm, and it clicked to me immediately that this very arm would be rendered useless on the spot unless some kind of treatment was given. And then, I choked. My entire body went numb and rigid from the intense pain radiating from my right arm. The intense pain burned my brain, and for a brief moment, my body didn't move the way I wanted it to. I alone bore the brunt of the Jabberwock's hatred. And although the humongous monster in front of me was evidently seriously wounded, the flames of its fighting spirit had yet to diminish. Immediately after, multiple steel tails were thrusting toward me at an incredibly unbelievable speed. My right arm was useless, and my body was no longer functioning properly. ...I was too careless. With such regret, I closed my eyelids as I fell to the ground, no longer resisting gravity. I was going to die a defenseless death. However, I had a premonition. I had a hunch that something was going to happen. And the moment where I should've been already pierced by the Jabberwock's steel tail: "...You're too reckless." Instead, a voice of dismay shook my eardrums as I felt a slight shock in my back. The next thing I knew, I was being carried on the back of the monster under Fiole's magic, and the corner of my mouth curved up into a smile realizing that she saved my life just in the nick of time. "Hey, it's my turn now! Don't just go after Julius!!! I'm here too!!! Hey... Hey, HEYYY!!!" A roar. It was a cry that was no other than that of a guy named Siva, who, perhaps thinking that he wouldn't get close to the Jabberwock anyway, spreads his hands out in an exaggerated manner and shrilled his voice like an idiot to get his attention. What surfaced was that there were a lot of jet-black swords floating around Siva, and given that it was such an out-of-the-ordinary technique, I couldn't help but think that it, too, wasn't a human technique. So instead, I just jerked my upper body up and focused on the woman in front of me, Fiole. "I know you're already aware, but I think your arm is undeniably destroyed. That fight probably still may not be enough for you, but if you can't even hold a sword, you can't really do much about it." Albeit partially, you managed to destroy his outer shell and did a considerable amount of damage. You've done enough, so leave the rest to me and that red-headed guy, Fiole said, seeing right through my inner thoughts. But I didn't respond to her words and silently looked down at my own body. "Hm." The numbness was fading. Although I thought that the stiffness was only temporary, the pain that kept coming up made my face twist into a distorted expression. No matter how many times I broke my arms in training, what once hurt would still hurt. Of course, I didn't have any special skill that made me insensitive to pain, so all I could do was endure it. Despite this, however, there was a reason why I could turn my back on such things, even if forcefully. And so-- "Um... You see, I have a skill I haven't told many people about." I said, laughing in a funny way. It's a little strange to call it a special skill, but for me, it's definitely one, since it allows me to wield a sword even in this kind of state. "I'm actually an ambidextrous person." "...What of it?" "Well, I was just saying that even if my right arm breaks, I can still wield my sword using my left." I only had one chance. I only had one chance to settle this with my right arm, surely. So I turned my attention to my empty left hand, and chanted my magic{ Sword: Creation } deep in my heart, clutched the sword that surfaced in my hand, and laughed... What I got in return was a combination of dismay and exasperation. She silently looked at me as if she couldn't understand what I was thinking at all. Compared to the man in my memory, I was still an ordinary person, and if I didn't accept a little pain as a matter of course, there was no way I'd be able to move forward properly. And every time I defeated a strong enemy with my own hands, I felt a certain sense of fulfillment that I was getting closer to what I longed for. And that made me unbearably happy. This pain was nothing compared to the purpose I had in mind. "In any case, that monster is my prey." I had no intention of giving it up, even to Siva. "It's about time to shut that big clamoring mouth of his." Declaring just so, I threw my body into the air once again. Telling me to just do whatever I wanted with a wry smile on her face, Fiole closed her own distance once again as well. "Hey!!! You can't fight anymore, can you?! Just leave this to me and stay out of this, Julius!!!" "Hm~? What are you talking about, Siva~?" That very remark was so hilarious that I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "To hell with my broken arm. I still have my left arm functioning just fine." You can only say that you can't fight when both your arms are broken, unable to stand up due to excessive blood loss, and all you can do is crawl to the ground. Even if your chest is slashed open by a large sword, if you can stand up, you can still fight. If you only have distorted vision and can still hold your sword, you can still fight. "The battle for the one who can take him down first isn't over yet though, is it?" "Ku-- Ha-- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Okay, then. I ain't gonna stop you if that's what you want. Do what you want, but I'll do what I want, too!!!" With a roar of laughter, Siva raised his left hand, and as if in tandem with his movements, all of the jet-black swords surrounding us pointed their blades at the Jabberwock. Most of the outer shell shielding the Jabberwock was already damaged and crumbled, so there was an exposed unprotected section of his flesh. In such a situation when so many swords are ready to come flooding in, I didn't need to think about what to do anymore. I followed suit and raised my sword. And this would be the second time that I was going to unleash this technique, and so I felt that I would be able to do it at least a little better than before. Time was already running out, I couldn't afford to stay put. "SHOOT HIM DOWN--" Our words overlapped. The Jabberwock's jaw was now pointed at me, and a familiar high-pitched sound soon shook my eardrums. It was the sound I heard many times when shooting something off. ...It just might be his attempt to intercept. But even so, I would tear through and slay him at all costs. I then poured everything I had into my sword, following an attack that had no change in trajectory:
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ไบŒๅๅ…ญ่ฉฑ ใ€Žใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใงใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใฎๆŽƒ่จŽใฃใฆใฎใฏใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅ…จ้ƒจใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ€’ใ™ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใ“ใ‚Œใฃใฝใฃใกใ‚‚ใญใˆใ‚“ใ ใ€ ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Žใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใซ่”“ๅปถใ™ใ‚‹้€šๅธธใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๆฟƒใ„ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ€Ÿใ‚’ๆ‰•ใ†ไบ‹ใชใ‚“ใฆๅœŸๅฐ็„ก็†ใช่ฉฑใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ€ ๅ…จใฆใŒๆ‰•ใˆใชใ„ๆ™‚็‚นใง้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ๆ น็ตถใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†่กŒ็‚บใฏไธๅฏ่ƒฝใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๅฝผใฏๆŒ‡ๆ‘˜ใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใง่กŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹้ญ”็‰ฉใฎๆŽƒ่จŽใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Žใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ชใƒฌ้”ใฏใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎใฉใ“ใ‹ใซๆฝœใ‚“ใงใ‚„ใŒใ‚‹้ญ”็‰ฉใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆฎบใ™ๅฟ…่ฆใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๆ—ฉใ„่ฉฑใ€ใใ„ใคใ•ใˆๆฎบใ›ใฐใ€ๅ–ใ‚Šๆ•ขใˆใšใพใŸไธ€ๅนด็จ‹ๅบฆใฎๅนณ็ฉใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅฎšๆœŸ็š„ใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚„ใŒใ‚‹ใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚ใญใˆ้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ€’ใ—ใ€ๆ–ฐใŸใซใใ‚ŒใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ€ใพใŸๅ€’ใ—ใ€ๆ–ฐใŸใซ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ€‚่จ€ใฃใกใพใˆใฐใ€ใใฎ็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ—ใชใฎใ•ใ€‚็ฐกๅ˜ใ ใ‚?ใ€ ้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ๆฎบใ—ใฆใ‚‚ๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใชใ„ใจใฏ่จ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใจใฏไป–ใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใพใ”ใ†ไบ‹ใชใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ๅ‘ชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ่ก—ใ€Ÿใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไป–ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใšใฃใจ็ฉบๆฐ—ไธญใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ™ใ‚‹ใ€็˜ดๆฐ—ใ€Ÿใฎๅฏ†ๅบฆใŒ้ซ˜ใ„ใ›ใ„ใงๅฎšๆœŸ็š„ใซใ“ใ†ใ—ใฆๆŽƒ่จŽใฎๆฎตๅ–ใ‚Šใ‚’็ต„ใพใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€้š”้›ขใ™ใ‚‹็‚บใซๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ๅ‚ท่ทกใ ใ‚‰ใ‘ใฎๅฃใ™ใ‚‰้ฃŸใ„็ ดใฃใฆ้ญ”็‰ฉใŒไป–ใฎๆ‘ใ‚„่ก—ใธใจ่ฅฒใ„ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ใใ‚Œใซ้–ขใ™ใ‚‹ๅฏพๅ‡ฆใฎไป•ๆ–นใฏๆ—ขใซ็ขบ็ซ‹ใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใŠใ‚Šใ€ใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กๆ›ฐใใ€้ญ”็‰ฉๅ…ฑใฎ้ ญใ‚’ๆฎบใ›ใฐไฝ•ใจใ‹ใชใ‚‹ใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”้…ทใ„ใญใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ€ ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎ่ก—ไธฆใฟใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅ›žใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใฏใฒใจใ‚Šใ”ใกใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็„ผใ็„ฆใ’ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅปƒๅขŸใŒใใ“ใ‚‰ไธญใซ็ซ‹ใกไธฆใ‚“ใงใŠใ‚Šใ€ๆ‰€ใ€…่ก€ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช่ทกใŒๆ•ฃ่ฆ‹ใ€‚ ๅฟƒใชใ—ใ€็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚‚ใšใ—ใ‚Šใจ้‡ใใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆฐ—ใซใ™ใ‚‰้™ฅใ‚‹ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎ่ก—ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ใ„ใใ‚‰้ซ˜ใ่ณใˆ็ซ‹ใคๅฃใซๅค–ใ‹ใ‚‰้š”้›ขใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃไป˜่ฟ‘ใฏใพใ ใฝใคใฝใคใจไบบใฎๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ๅ—ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ่ก—ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใฏใ‚‚ใ†ๆˆฆๅ ดใ‹ใชใ€ ใณใ‚…ใ…ใ€ใจๅนใๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹็ฐใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ€็ ‚็คซใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชไฝ•ใ‹ใ€‚็ถšใใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€็„ผใ‘็„ฆใ’ใŸ็‹ฌ็‰นใฎ่‡ญใ„ใŒไฟบใฎ้ผป่…”ใ‚’ใใ™ใใฃใŸใ€‚......ใ‚ใพใ‚Šใ€ๅฅฝใใซใฏใชใ‚Œใชใ„่‡ญใ„ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ............ๅ†’้™บ่€…ใ‹ใ€‚ไธ€ไบบใงๆฅใ‚‹ใจใฏๅ‘ฝ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใšใชใ€ ่ถณใ‚’ๆญขใ‚ใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎๆ™ฏ่‰ฒใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ™ใ‚‹ไฟบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ไพฎ่”‘ใฎๅฃฐใŒไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆใ‚‰ใใ€ไฟบใฎๅนผใ„ๅฎนๅงฟใŒใใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๅŠฉ้•ทใ—ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ€ŒใŸใพใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€ใŠๅ‰ใฟใŸใ„ใชๅ‹‡ๆ•ขใจ่›ฎๅ‹‡ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚’ๅฑฅใ้•ใˆใŸ้ฆฌ้นฟใŒใ€ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใŒๅนป่ดใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใŒใ€ใใฃใจใใ‚Œใฏไฟบใฎๅ‹˜้•ใ„ใงใฏใชใ„ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฃฐใฎ็™บๅฃฐๆบใฏไฝ•ๅ‡ฆใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจ่ฆ‹ๅ›žใ—โ€”โ€”็™บ่ฆ‹ใ€‚ ๅฐ‘ใ—้›ขใ‚ŒใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ€ๅฃใซๅ‡ญใ‚ŒๆŽ›ใ‹ใ‚Šใ€ๅŒ…ๅธฏใซๅทปใ‹ใ‚Œๆ‰‹ๅฝ“ใฆใ‚’ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ่ถณใ‚’ไผธใฐใ™ไธญๅนด็จ‹ๅบฆใฎ็”ทๆ€งใŒไฟบใฎ่ฆ–็•Œใซๆ˜ ใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ ่ฆช็ˆถใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๆญณไธŠใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ๅฟŒใ€…ใ—ใใ†ใซไฟบใ‚’่ฆ‹่ฉฐใ‚ใ‚‹ใใฎ็”ทใฏใ€็—›ใฟใซ่•ใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€่‹ฆๆ‚ถใฎ่กจๆƒ…ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ไฟบใซๅ‘†ใ‚Œใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ‘ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็”ทใฎ่บซใชใ‚Šใ‹ใ‚‰ไฟบใฏ็”ทใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใ‚’็ซฏ็š„ใซๆ–ญๅฎšใ€‚ ใใฃใจใ€ไฟบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ใšใฃใจๆˆฆ้—˜็ตŒ้จ“ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ไบบ้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆœ‰้›ฃใ„ๅฟ ๅ‘Šใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰่ƒธใซ็•™ใ‚ใฆใŠใใใ‚‰ใ„ใฎไพกๅ€คใฏใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ไฟบใซ่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใŸไบบ็‰ฉใŒใŸใจใˆ่ชฐใงใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใ“ใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎไบˆๅฎšใซไธ€ๅˆ‡ใฎๅค‰ๆ›ดใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ๅ˜—ใฆใ€ใ‚ใ‚‹ๅŸ’ๅค–ใฎใ€Žๆ˜Ÿๆ–ฌใ‚Šใ€ใฎไฟฎ็พ…ใฏ่ชžใฃใŸใ€‚ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใฒใŸใ™ใ‚‰ใซใ€ๅผทใๅœจใ‚ŠใŸใ„ใจใ€‚ๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใฎใ ใจๆธ‡ๆœ›ใ—ใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใ„ใคใ‹ๅˆฐใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชใจใ‚“ใงใ‚‚้ŽใŽใ‚‹็†ๅฑˆใ‚’ๅฝ“็„ถใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ชžใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใ‚“ใชไบบ้–“ใซๆ†งใ‚Œใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใŒไฟบใจใ„ใ† ๅผทใใชใ‚‹ใซใฏใ“ใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ ใจใ„ใ†ๆฅต็ซฏใซๅใฃใŸ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใ—ใ‹็„กใ„ใŒ็‚บใซใ€ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ไฟกใ˜ใฆ็–‘ใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆŽฒใ’ใŸ็›ฎๆจ™ใซๅˆฐใ‚‹็‚บใซใฏใ“ใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ—ใ‹ๆ‰‹ๆฎตใฏ็„กใ„ใฎใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ไป•ๆ–นใŒใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ‚“ใจใฉใ†ใ‚„ใฃใฆใ‚‚ๅธฐ็ตใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆŠ•ใ’ใ‹ใ‘ใฆใใŸ็”ทใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆ–็ทšใ‚’ๅค–ใ—ใ€ๅ†ใณ่ถณใ‚’้€ฒใ‚ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใฉใ†ใ„ใ†็ตŒ็ทฏใงใ€ ่ฒ ๅ‚ทใ—ใŸ้จŽๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฏๆ›ดใซ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘่ถณใใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€‚ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ใ€่จ€ใ„็ต‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅ…ˆใซๅฃใ‚’้–‰ใ–ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใจๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ๆŠฑใ„ใŸ็›ดๅพŒใ€‚ ๆฟƒใๆทฑใ„ใ€้ป’ใ€ŸใŒไฟบใซ่ขซใ•ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅฝฑใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅคงใใชใ€ๅคงใใชๅฝฑใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œใƒใ€ใ‚ฃ......โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใƒƒ!! ใ‚ใฎใ‚ฏใ‚ฝ้‡Ž้ƒŽใŒๅๅฟœใ—ใŸใฃใฆไบ‹ใฏใŠๅ‰ใ€ ่จ€ใ†ใชใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ๅ‘ชใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ่ก—ใ€Ÿใจๅ‘ผใฐใ‚ŒใŸใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎไฟบใธใฎๆด—็คผใ ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ไฟบใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸๅฝฑใฏใ€ไบŒๅนดๅ‰ใซ็›ธๅฏพใ—ใŸใ‚ชใƒผใ‚ฌใงใ™ใ‚‰ๅ„ชใซไธŠๅ›žใ‚‹็จ‹ใฎๅคงใใ•ใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆๆฐ—ไป˜ใ‘ใฐใ€ๅŠใฐๅๅฐ„็š„ใซ้ฃ›ใณ้€€ใ‹ใ‚“ใจไฟบใฎ่ถณใŒๅ‹•ใ„ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ็จ‹ใชใใ€ไฟบใฎใ„ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใŒ้‹ญๅˆฉใชไฝ•ใ‹ใง่ฒซใ็ฉฟใŸใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ไฝ•ใ‹ใฎ็ˆชใงใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ„ใใชใ‚Šใฎๆˆฆ้—˜้–‹ๅง‹ใ€‚ ใใฎใ‚ใพใ‚Šใฎๅฎน่ตฆใฎใชใ•ใซ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใ‚‰ใ•ใšใซใฏใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ใฏใฃใ€ใจ้ก”ใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใใ“ใซใฏ่ƒŒไธญใ‹ใ‚‰็ฟผใ‚’็”Ÿใ‚„ใ—ใŸๅทจๅคงใชๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใŒใ„ใŸใ€‚ ๅ‰ใฎ่„šใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ไธ€ๆ’ƒใฏใ€ๅฎนๆ˜“ใๅœฐ้ขใ‚’็ •ใๅ‰ฒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ—ใ€ๅๅฐ„็š„ใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ไฟบใŒใฉใ†ใชใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใชใžใ€ๆƒณๅƒใซ้›ฃใ็„กใ„ใ€‚ ไฝ“ๆ ผๅทฎใฏๆญด็„ถใ€‚ ๆ™ฎ้€šใซใ‚„ใฃใฆใฏๅ‹ใฆใชใ„ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ•ใ‚ใฉใ†ใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€ใจไธ€็žฌใฎใ†ใกใซๆฌกใซ่ตทใ“ใ™ในใ่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ‚“ใชๆŠ˜ใ€ ใ€Œไฝ•ใ—ใฆใ‚“ใ ใŠๅ‰ใƒƒ!! ใ“ใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ•ใฃใ•ใจ้›ขใ‚Œใ‚ใ‚ฏใ‚ฝ้ค“้ฌผ!!! ใใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใ‚’ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใฎๅค–ใซๅ‡บใ™ๆฐ—ใ‹ใŠๅ‰ใฏใƒƒ!?ใ€ ๆ‚ฒ้ณดใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ€’ๅทใŒๅ†ใณไฟบใฎ้ผ“่†œใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใฏ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใซๅๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ๅค‰็•ฐ็จฎใ !!! ใ„ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใฃใจใจๅฅฅใธ่ตฐใ‚Œใƒƒ!!!ใ€ ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใซๅๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ๅค‰็•ฐ็จฎใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใช่ฉฑใฏๅ†’้™บ่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ข้”ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ไธ€ๅบฆใจใ—ใฆ่žใ„ใŸใ“ใจใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใตใจใ€ๅธธ่ญ˜ใฏๆจใฆใฆใŠใ‘ใจๅฟ ๅ‘Šใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ทใƒดใ‚กใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใŒ่„ณ่ฃใ‚’้ŽใฃใŸใ€‚ ......ๆˆใ‚‹็จ‹ใ€ใใ†่จ€ใ†ไบ‹ใชใฎใ‹ใจไปŠๆ›ดใชใŒใ‚‰ใซ่จ€่‘‰ใฎๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚’ใใกใ‚“ใจ็†่งฃใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚“ใชไฟบใฎๅๆ•ฐๅ€ใฏใ‚ใ‚ใ† ้จŽๅฃซใฎ็”ทใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซๅพ“ใ†้ธๆŠž่‚ขใ‚’ๆŽดใฟๅ–ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ็พใซใ€ๅคงๅฃฐใ‚’ๅซใณๆ•ฃใ‚‰ใ—ใ€่ถณใ‚’่ฒ ๅ‚ทใ—ใฆ่บซๅ‹•ใใŒๅ–ใ‚Œใชใ„้จŽๅฃซใฎ็”ทใซใฏ็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใฎๅŒ–ใ‘็‰ฉใฏๅ…จใๅๅฟœใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใŽใ‚…ใ†ใ…ใ€ใจ็ตžใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็Œซใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅŒ็œธใฏใ˜ใฃใ€ใจไฟบใ ใ‘ใซ็„ฆ็‚นใ‚’ใ‚ใฆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใฏ็œŸๅฎŸใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ€‚ ใ€Œใ ใ‘ใ€ใฉใฃ! ่‡ชๅˆ†ใงๆœ›ใ‚“ใ ไบ‹ใจใฏใ„ใˆใ€ๅˆใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใ‹ใ„ๅฃ้ŽใŽใชใ„ใ‹ใชใ‚ใฃ!?ใ€ ๆณฃใ่จ€ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆดฉใ‚‰ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ใ€่…ฐใซไธ‹ใ’ใ‚‹ๅ‰ฃใ™ใ‚‰ๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใฆใ„ใชใ„็„กๆ‰‹ใจใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไธกๆ‰‹ใ‚’้–‹ใโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ็Ÿญๅ‰ฃใŒๅฝขๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€็จ‹ใชใๆ‰‹ใฎไธญใซๅŽใพใ‚‹ไธ€ๅฏพใฎ็Ÿญๅ‰ฃใ€‚ ็„ฆ็‡ฅๆ„Ÿใซ้ง†ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไธญใงใ€ๆœ€้ฉ่งฃใจๆ€ใˆใ‚‹่กŒๅ‹•ใ‚’ๆญฃใ—ใ่ช่ญ˜ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๅ›ณไฝ“ใ ใ€‚ ๆ–ฌใ‚‹ไบ‹ใฏ้ชจใŒๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใŒใ€ใ—ใ‹ใ—ๅˆบใ—่ฒซใใ ใ‘ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€‚ ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ€ใงใ‚‚ใƒƒ!! ้ฃŸใ‚‰ใฃใจใ‘โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใฃ!!!ใ€ ้ง†ใ‘ใ€้€ƒใ’ๅ‡บใใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ๆŒ™ๅ‹•ใ‚’ใปใ‚“ใฎไธ€็žฌใ ใ‘่ฆ‹ใ›ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ไฟบใฏใใ‚‹ใ‚Šใจ่บซไฝ“ใ‚’ๅ†ๅบฆๅ่ปขใ€‚ใใฎๅ‹•ไฝœใฎๅ‹ขใ„ใ™ใ‚‰ๅˆฉ็”จใ—ใ€ๆ‰‹ใซๆกใ‚‹็Ÿญๅ‰ฃใ‚’ๅณใ€ๅทฆใฎ้ †ใซๆŠ•ๆ“ฒใ€‚ ใฎๅŒ็œธใธใจๅ‘ใ‹ใ„โ€”โ€”ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ฌใ‚ญใƒณใ€ใจใ‚„ใŒใฆ่žใ“ใˆใฆใใŸ็กฌ่ณชใช้Ÿณใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใใ‚Œใฏ้˜ปใพใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใ ใจ็†่งฃใ€‚ ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€็œผ็ƒใ‚’ๅˆบใ—่ฒซใๆ‰‹ๅ‰ใงไฝ•ใ‹ใ€่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„้šœๅฃใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใซๆŠ•ๆ“ฒใ—ใŸ็Ÿญๅ‰ฃใฏๅผพใ‹ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œ......ใใ†้ƒฝๅˆใ‚ˆใไบ‹ใฏ้‹ใฐใชใ„ใ€ใฃใฆ?ใ€ ไป•ๆŽ›ใ‘ใŸไบ‹ใซใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€ไธ€ๅฑคๅผทใๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ๆฎบๆ„ใ€‚ๆ•ตใฏ็ฟผใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ไธŠใ€ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใฉใ‚“ใช่ƒฝๅŠ›ใงใ€ไฝ•ใฎ้ญ”็‰ฉใชใฎใ‹ใ™ใ‚‰ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„็พ็Šถใ€‚ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆต็Ÿณใซๆ‹™ใ„ใ‹ใจใ€‚
Chapter 26 "Clearing out the monsters in Minaura doesn't necessarily mean that you have to defeat all of them." Siva said. "It's impossible to get rid of the thick miasma surrounding Minaura in the first place." He pointed out that eradicating monsters was impossible when all factors couldn't be taken into account. If that was the case, then how could we finish clearing out the monsters residing in Minaura? "That's why we need to kill the head of the monsters that's lurking somewhere around Minaura. In a nutshell, as long as we kill the boss, it will guarantee this town another year of peace or so. When we defeat the strongest monster that periodically arises, another one is born, and we just have to defeat it again, and so on. In other words, it's just like a continuous cycle. Simple, isn't it?" I wouldn't say that killing monsters was meaningless, but Siva was telling me that unless I killed the head of the monsters that was lurking somewhere in this town, there would be no end to this process. Minaura was, as the legend said, a "cursed town" without a doubt. The density of miasma in the air that surrounded this town was much higher than in other places, and if one didn't make regular preparations like this, the monsters would surely attack other villages and towns, eating through the scarred walls that were supposed to isolate them. However, the way to deal with this had already been established, and according to Siva, killing their leader seemed to do the job. And then... "--This place is terrible..." Looking around at the streets of Minaura, I chuckled to myself. Ruins that looked as if they'd been burnt to a crisp stood in rows all over the place, and in some places, there were even traces of blood. And without a care in the world, the atmosphere gradually felt heavier as I walked around the town. However, even though it was isolated from the outside by a high wall, the entrance area was still densely populated with people. "It's more like a battlefield than a town." What seemed to be ashes and gravel were being blown around, and as if to follow, a peculiar smell that I didn't like very much-- the smell of burnt flesh --tickled my nostrils. "...An adventurer, huh? How reckless of you to come alone." I stopped to examine the surroundings of Minaura, and a voice of contempt emerged from somewhere. Perhaps it's due to my young appearance that contributes to this feeling, but I heard a voice say, "Sometimes there are idiots like you who come here confusing the meaning of the words brave and courageous," and I was sure I wasn't mistaken. I looked around to see where the voice was coming from-- and found it. A middle-aged man, leaning against a wall a short distance away, stretching out his leg, which was wrapped in bandages and being patched up, appeared in my field of vision. He was probably a little older than my father. The man stared at me in spite and, perhaps consumed by the pain, he looked at me with an expression of anguish on his face, yet directing his feelings of disbelief at me. From the man's appearance, I determined his identity straightforwardly. Surely, it was helpful advice from someone with much more combat experience than me, so I thought it was worth keeping in mind. But no matter who talked to me, I didn't plan on changing what I intended to be in the future. A certain "Star Slayer" once told himself-- As long as he kept on longing for it, he would be able to reach it one day. He was talking about such a ridiculous theory as if it were a matter of fact. I had no doubt in my mind that this was the only way to become strong because I only had an extremely biased understanding of what it meant to be one. I had no choice but to do this in order to reach the goal I had set for myself, so I concluded that it was inevitable. Therefore, I took my eyes off the man who had spoken to me and tried to move forward again. "...I don't know what brought you to this place, but..." The wounded knight tried to add a few more words, but for some reason, he shut his mouth before he could finish. Just immediately after I wondered what was wrong... A deep, dark, black being covered me. It was a shadow. A big, big shadow. "Tch...! If that son of a bitch reacted, then that means you're a magician...!!! H-Hey! Get the hell out of here, reckless kid!!!" If I had to say, this might've been my baptism from the cursed town called Minaura. The shadow that covered me was even bigger than the ogre I faced two years ago. I realized that my legs were moving to jump back half-reflexively. Soon after I did, the place where I just was, was pierced by something sharp-- A massive claw. And suddenly, the battle began. I couldn't help but laugh at the sheer relentlessness of it all. I looked up and saw a huge monster with wings sprouting from its back. The blow from its front leg easily shattered the ground. The difference in size was clearly evident. I wouldn't win against it in normal circumstances, so in a split second, I thought of what to do next. And then... "What the hell are you doing?! Get out of here, you fucking brat!! Are you trying to get that monster out of Minaura?!" The screaming rage shook my eardrums again. "That monster son of a bitch is a mutant that reacts to magicians!!! Just run to the rear quickly!!!" A mutant species that reacts to magic users. I'd never heard such a thing from Lilea and her fellow adventurers. But I suddenly remembered Siva's words, who told me to throw away my common sense. ...I now understood exactly what he meant. If such a monster-- a monster more than ten times my size --were to head for my village... I seized the opportunity to follow the knight's words. As a matter of fact, the monster in front of me showed no reaction at all to the knight, who was screaming his lungs out, wounded in the leg and unable to move. It was focused only on me, with its cat-like eyes squeezed tightly together. And so I assumed his words were true. "But... isn't this wall too massive to begin with?!" While letting out whiny words, I opened my hands, both of which were unarmed, not even holding the sword that I carried at my waist-- A pair of daggers formed, finally resting in my hands. In the midst of the frustration, I had to be a level-headed person who would correctly recognize the most optimal course of action. Slaying him would be painstaking. However, if only to pierce through his defenses... "Make sure to-- eat this!!!" I ran, and after showing the behavior of trying to escape for just a moment-- I turned my body around and flipped in the air over again. And so the daggers flung in the air, aiming not too far from the eyes of the monster, but the hard sound of a clank made me realize that I had been blocked. But just before piercing its eyeballs, the dagger was repelled by some kind of invisible barrier. "...Things don't always work out your way, do they?" The enemy had wings, and I didn't even know what kind of ability it had, let alone what kind of monster it was to begin with. As one would expect, this was definitely not a good situation, and I needed to retreat.
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ไบ”ๅไบŒ่ฉฑ ใ€Œ......ใ‚ใƒผใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใจ่žใๅฟ˜ใ‚ŒใฆใŸใ€ ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้ƒจๅฑ‹ใ‚’ๅพŒใซใ—ใŸใฎใกใ€่ฉฐๆ‰€ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚‚้›ขใ‚Œใฆๆ•ฐๅˆ†ๅพŒใ€‚ๅฎฟใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆญฉใใชใŒใ‚‰ไฟบใฏใ€ใใ†ใ„ใˆใฐใ‚ผใƒŽใ‚ขใŒใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎๆญฃไฝ“ใ‚„ใ‚‰ๅ‹•ๆฉŸใ‚„ใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸไบ‹ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ๆŠ˜่ง’ใชใ‚‰่žใ„ใฆใŠใใฎใ‚‚ๆœ‰ใ‚Šใ ใฃใŸใ‹ใชใ‚ใจ่‹ฅๅนฒใ€ๅพŒๆ‚”ใฎๅฟตใ‚’ๆŠฑใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅˆฅใซใใฎ้ƒจๅˆ†ใฏ็„กใใฆใ‚‚ๅ›ฐใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใจๅ‰ฒใ‚Šๅˆ‡ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŸใ ใ€ใพใ......่ด่ฆšใ‹ใ€ ๆƒ…ๅ ฑใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆ่ฒฐใ†ใ ใ‘ๆ•™ใˆใฆ่ฒฐใฃใฆใŠใใชใŒใ‚‰ใ‚ใ‚ใ—ใฆไธ็พฉใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸไบ‹ใซๅฏพใ—ใ€ใ‚ผใƒŽใ‚ขใซใฏ็ฝชๆ‚ชๆ„ŸใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฎใ€ๅญ˜ๅค–ใ‚ใพใ‚Šๅผทใใฏๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ็†็”ฑใฏใใฃใจใ€ใ‚ใฎ็žณใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใ€‚ ๅ…จใฆใ‚’่ฆ‹้€ใ‹ใ—ใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็žณใ‚’ใ˜ใฃใ€ใจ่ฆ‹่ฉฐใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใ ใ€‚ ......็ขบใŸใ‚‹็†็”ฑใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใ‚ผใƒŽใ‚ขใฏไฟบใŒๅฝผๅฅณใฎ็”ณใ—ๅ‡บใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ้ฆ–ใ‚’็ธฆใซๆŒฏใ‚‰ใชใ„ไบ‹ใ‚’ไบˆใ‚็Ÿฅๆ‚‰ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€ใจใ€‚ใใฎไธŠใงใ‚ใˆใฆ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๅฐฝใใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใจใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹็„กๆ€งใซใใ†ๆ€ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œ็ขบใ‹ใซใ€ๅฏพ็ญ–ใฏๅ˜็ด”ๆ˜Žๅฟซใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๅฎ‰ๆ˜“ใซใใ‚ŒใฏๅฎŸ่กŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„ใ‚ˆใชใใ€ ่ด่ฆšใ‚’็„กใใ™ๆ–นๆณ•ใฏ็ฐกๅ˜ใ ใ€‚ ้ผ“่†œใ‚’ๆฝฐใ›ใฐใ„ใ„ใ€‚ ใŸใ ใ€ใใ‚Œใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ‚ผใƒŽใ‚ขใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸ้€šใ‚Šใ€ใจใฆใคใ‚‚ใชใ„ใƒใƒณใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใ‚ญใƒฃใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚’่ƒŒ่ฒ ใ†็พฝ็›ฎใซใชใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅงฟใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใชใ„ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใŸใ ไธ€ๆ–น็š„ใซไฟบใŒๆ–ฌใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใซใชใ‚‹ใ€ ่ด่ฆšใŒๅคงไบ‹ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจ่€ƒใˆ้ŽใŽใฆใฏไธ€ๆ’ƒใ‚‚ไธŽใˆใ‚‹ไบ‹ใชใๆญปใฌใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใ‚‚ๅไบŒๅˆ†ใซๆœ‰ใ‚Šๅพ—ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ›ใ‚ใฆใ€็›ฎใฎๅ‰ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใฃใฆ็Šถๆณใ‚’ไฝœใ‚Šๅ‡บใ›ใ‚Œใฐไฝ•ใจใ‹ใชใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ใ€Œ......ใพใ€ใใ“ใฏใƒชใƒฌใ‚ข้”ใจ็›ธ่ซ‡ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใชใ€ ใใ‚“ใชใ“ใ‚“ใชใงใ€ใถใคใใ•ใจใฒใจใ‚Šใ”ใกใชใŒใ‚‰ๆญฉใไบ‹ๅๆ•ฐๅˆ†ใ€‚ ้ป„ๆ˜่‰ฒใฎ็ฉบใซๅคœ้—‡ใŒๆททใ˜ใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใŸ้ ƒใ€ๆผธใใŸใฉใ‚Š็€ใ„ใŸๅฎฟใฎๅ‰ใงไฝ‡ใ‚€ไบŒไบบใฎๅฝฑใ€‚ ใฉใ†ใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏไฟบใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ…ˆใซๆˆปใฃใฆๆฅใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฃใกใฏใฉใ†ใ ใฃใŸ?ใ€ ใ€Œใƒ€ใƒกใญใ€‚ๅ…ƒใ€…ใ€ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใ‚’ๆ‰ฑใฃใฆใŸ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฎไบคๅ‹้–ขไฟ‚ใŒ็‹ญ้ŽใŽใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€็Ÿฅๅทฑใ™ใ‚‰ๆŽขใ™ใฎใซไธ€่‹ฆๅŠดใ€‚ๆฌ ้™ฅใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚‚ใฃใฆใฎไป–ใ ใฃใŸใ‚ใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใŸใ—ใฏๆ•™ไผšใฎไบบ้”ใซ่žใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใ‚“ใช็‰ฉ้จ’ใช่ฉฑใซ้ฆ–ใ‚’็ชใฃ่พผใ‚€ใ‚‚ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฃใฆๆ€’ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ ใ‘ใ€ ไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚ใŒ็–ฒๅŠดๆ„Ÿใ‚’่กจๆƒ…ใซ่ฒผใ‚Šไป˜ใ‘ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€่‚บใซๆบœใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸๆฏใ‚’ๅใๅ‡บใ™ใ€‚ ๆ•™ไผšใจใฏใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใซใ€ๆฒป็™’ใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ทใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใŒใ„ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€‚ ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใงๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸใ‚ขใƒใƒซใƒ‰ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆฒป็™’็ณป็ตฑใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐไป–่€…ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๅธซไบ‹ใฏไธๅฏ่ƒฝใซ่ฟ‘ใ„ใŒใ€ไธ–้–“ใงใ‚ˆใ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๆ€ชๆˆ‘ใ‚’็™’ใ™ใ ใ‘ใฎไธ€่ˆฌ็š„ใชใ€ๆฒป็™’ใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใงใ‚ใ‚Œใฐใ€ไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใ‚‚ๅคšใใ€ๅธซไบ‹ใ™ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใงๅทฑใฎใ‚นใƒ†ใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใ‚’ใฏใ‹ใ‚‹ไบ‹ใŒๅ‡บๆฅใ‚‹ใ€‚ ๆ•…ใซใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฏๅบฆใ€…ใ€ๆ•™ไผšใซ้ก”ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใฏใ€ๆฒป็™’ใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ทใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใ‹ใ‚‰็ฟ’ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใใ€ใใฎไผๆ‰‹ใ‚’้ ผใ‚ใ†ใจ่ฉฆใฟใŸใŒใฉใ†ใซใ‚‚ๆ’ƒๆฒˆใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ€‚ ใ€Œใงใ€ใ‚ญใƒŸใฎๆ–นใฏ?ใ€ ใ€Œ่žใ‘ใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ๆœฌๅฝ“ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‘ใฉใ€ใ€ใƒŸใƒŠใ‚ฆใƒฉใ€Ÿใงไฟบใฎๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸไบบใŒ้ ผใ‚Œใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸไบบใ ใ—ใ€ใพใใ€ไฟกใ˜ใฆใ„ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€ ใ€Œใงใ€่žใ„ใŸ่ฉฑใซใ‚ˆใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฎๆฌ ้™ฅใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ่ด่ฆšใ‚’ๅฐใ˜ใฆใ—ใพใˆใฐใ€ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใฎๅฝฑ้Ÿฟใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใชใ„ใงๆธˆใ‚€ใฃใฆไธ€็‚นใ ใ‘ใ€ ใ€Œใตใ…ใ‚“ใ€ใชใ‚‰โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใ€ ่ด่ฆšๆจใฆใกใ‚ƒใˆใฐ่‰ฏใ„ใฃใฆ่ฉฑใญใ€ใจๆ—ฉๅˆ็‚นใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใงใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฎ็™บ่จ€ใ‚’้ฎใฃใฆใ€ไฟบใฏ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’็ถšใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใŸใ ใ€ใ‚ใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎ่ƒฝๅŠ›ใŒใ€ ่’้›†ๅฎถ ใ€Œ่ฆใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ€่‰ฒใ‚“ใช้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆ‰ฑใˆใ‚‹้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใฃใฆไบ‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่ด่ฆšใ‚’ๆจใฆใŸใจใ“ใ‚ใงใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Šๆ„ๅ‘ณใŒใชใ„ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ€ ใ€Œใ‚ใƒผ......ใใ†ใ„ใ†ไบ‹ใ€‚ใ ใจใ™ใ‚Œใฐ......ใ‚ใƒผใ€่‰ฒใ€…ใจ้ขๅ€’ใซใชใฃใฆใใ‚‹ใ‚ใญใ€ ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒใใ‚‚ใฃใŸ่กจๆƒ…ใฎใพใพใ€ๅ‰้ซชใ‚’ๆŽปใไธŠใ’ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๆŽปใๆททใœใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ......้ขๅ€’ใชไบ‹ๅฎŸ?ใ€ ็œ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใƒ€ใƒกใ ใฃใŸใจใฏ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใŒใ€ใฉใ†ใซใ‚‚ไฝ•ใ‹็›ฎๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‚’ๆŽดใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ ๆ€ช่จใซไฟบใŒ้ฆ–ใ‚’ๅ‚พใ’ใ‚‹ใจใ€ไปŠๅบฆใฏใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใงใฏใชใใ€ใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใŒๅฃใ‚’้–‹ใ„ใฆๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใ†ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ‚ใŸใ—ใŒใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใซใคใ„ใฆๅฐ‹ใญใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ€้ฆ–ใ‚’็ชใฃ่พผใ‚€ใชใฃใฆๆ•™ใˆใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ทใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใ‹ใ‚‰่จ€ใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸ่จ€่‘‰ใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ ่ฉฑใฎ่„ˆ็ตกใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฏŸใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ€ใ“ใ“ใงใฎใ‚ฝใƒ•ใ‚ฃใ‚ขใฎ่จ€ใ†ใ‚ใŸใ—้”ใจใฏไฟบ้”ใงใฏใชใใ€ๆ•™ไผšใฎไบบ้–“ใจใ„ใ†ๆ‹ฌใ‚Šใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ไธๆ€่ญฐใซๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€ๆฒป็™’ใ€Ÿใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ทใ‚นใ‚ฟใƒผใ‚’ๅง‹ใ‚ใจใ—ใฆๅนพใ‚‰ใ‹้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎ่ขซๅฎณใŒใชใ„ใจ่จ€ใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ ใใ‚‹ใใ‚‹ใจๆธฆๅทปใ็–‘ๅ•ใ€‚ ๅœฐ้ ญใฎๅ‡บๆฅใŒๆฑบใ—ใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใƒฏใ‚ฑใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ€ใใ‚ŒใŒๆŒ‡ใ™ใƒฏใ‚ฑใจใ„ใ†ใ‚‚ใฎใŒไธ€ๅ‘ใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใฆใ“ใชใ„ใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๆŠ˜ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใ“ใง็งใ€ใกใ‚‡ใƒผใฃใจ่€ƒใˆใฆใฟใŸใฎใ‚ˆใญใ€‚ใ‚ใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฎ็”ทใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ™‚ใ€ใ€ๅพฉ่ฎใ€Ÿใฃใฆ่จ€ใฃใฆใŸใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†? ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€็Ž‹้ƒฝใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใซๆจใฟใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅฐšไธ”ใคใ€ๆ•™ไผšใซใฏๆฉใ€่‹ฅใ—ใใฏๆ‰‹ๅ‡บใ—ๅ‡บๆฅใชใ„็†็”ฑใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ„ใฆใ€้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใŒไธ็”จๆ„ใซๅ‹•ใ‘ใชใ„โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฎ้•ทใŒใ„ใชใ„ใ“ใฎใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒŸใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚’็‹™ใˆใฐ ไธๅฏงใซๆกไปถใ‚’ไธ€ใคไธ€ใค็ต„ใฟๅˆใ‚ใ›ใฆใ„ใใจใ€ใƒ”ใƒƒใ‚ฟใƒชใจใใ‚Œใซๅฝ“ใฆๅตŒใพใ‚‹ไบบ็‰ฉใŒๅถ็„ถใซใ‚‚ใ„ใŸใฎใ‚ˆใญใˆใจใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใŒ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ใ€Œๆ™‚ใซใ€ใƒฆใƒชใ‚ฆใ‚นใใ‚“ใฏ็Ž‹้ƒฝใฎๆฒปๅฎ‰ใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ๅฝน็›ฎใ‚’่ฒ ใฃใฆใ‚‹้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใซใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใŒไบŒไบบใ—ใ‹ใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚ใใฎ็†็”ฑใซใคใ„ใฆ็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰?ใ€ ใ€ŒๅฎŸใฏใ€ไบ”ๅนดใใ‚‰ใ„ๅ‰ใพใงใฏ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฃใฆ็ตๆง‹ใชไบบๆ•ฐใฎ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใŒๅฑžใ—ใฆใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ€‚็ง้”ใ‚’่‹ฆใ—ใ‚ใฆใใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ใ€่ช่ญ˜้˜ปๅฎณใ€Ÿใ€‚ใใฎๆœฌๆฅใฎไฝฟใ„ๆ‰‹ใงใ‚ใฃใŸ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎไธ€ไบบใ ใฃใŸใ‚ใ€ ใธใ‡ใ€ใจๆ€ใ†ใŒใ€ๆŠฑใ„ใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒณใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซใใ‚Œใ ใ‘ใ€‚ใใฎไบ‹ๅฎŸใŒไธ€ไฝ“ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎใ„ใ†้ขๅ€’ใชไบ‹ๅฎŸใจใฉใ†้–ขไฟ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ใ•ใฃใฑใ‚Šๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ซใ‚ถใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๆ‚ฒๅŠ‡? ใจใ€่žใๆ…ฃใ‚Œใชใ„่จ€่‘‰ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆ่žใ่ฟ”ใ™ใจใ€ใƒชใƒฌใ‚ขใฏใ€Œใˆใˆใ€ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใใ‚Œใซใคใ„ใฆ่ชžใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ ใ€Œไบ‹ใฎ็™บ็ซฏใฏใ€ใจใ‚ใ‚‹็›—่ณŠ้›†ๅ›ฃใซใ‚ใ‚‹่ฒดๆ—ๅฎถใฎไปคๅฌขใŒๆ‹‰่‡ดใ•ใ‚ŒใŸไบ‹ใŒใใฃใ‹ใ‘ใ ใฃใŸ็ญˆใชใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ......ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ•‘ๅ‡บใซใ‚ใŸใฃใฆใ€ใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‹ไธญใ€…่…ฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใชใ„ๅฝ“ๆ™‚ใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใซ็—บใ‚Œใ‚’ๅˆ‡ใ‚‰ใ—ใฆๅ…ˆ่ตฐใฃใฆๅŠฉใ‘ใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใŸไบบใŒใ„ใŸใฎใ€‚ๅใฏ็ขบใ‹โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใƒใƒŸใƒฅใƒผใƒ€ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚็ตๅฑ€ใ€ไฝ•ใ‹ใ‚’ไบˆ่ฆ‹ใ—ใฆใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใฎใ‹ใ€ๅ …ๅฎŸใฎๅงฟๅ‹ขใ‚’ๅดฉใ•ใชใ‹ใฃใŸๅฝ“ๆ™‚ใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใฎ้ธๆŠžใŒๆญฃใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ€‚็ตๆžœใ€ๅ…ˆ่ตฐใฃใŸใƒใƒŸใƒฅใƒผใƒ€ใฎใ›ใ„ใงๆ•ใ‚‰ใˆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸไปคๅฌขใฏๆญปใซใ€ๆ•ฐๅใฎๆฐ‘้–“ไบบใ‚‚็Š ็‰ฒใซใชใฃใŸใ€ ใใ‚“ใชๆ…ขๅฟƒใŒ็”Ÿใ‚“ใ ๆ‚ฒๅŠ‡ใญใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใฎใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฝ“ๆ™‚้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใฎๆ„่ฆ‹ใ‚’ๆ”ฏๆŒใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใชใ‚‰ใฐใ€ๆใ‚‰ใใฏ็Š ็‰ฒใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ‚‚ใ€ใ‚‚ใฃใจๅฐ‘ใชใ‹ใฃใŸ็ญˆใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€‚ ใ€ŒใŸใ ใ€ไปคๅฌขใ‚’ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่ฉฆใฟใฆใ„ใŸใƒใƒŸใƒฅใƒผใƒ€ใฏไนๆญปใซไธ€็”Ÿใ‚’ๅพ—ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฎ่ฒฌใ‚’ๆŠผใ—ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆๅ‡ฆๅˆ‘ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๅฝ“ๆ™‚ใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃ้•ทใ‚‚่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใ‚’ๅŽปใ‚Šใ€ไปŠใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใŒๅ‡บๆฅไธŠใŒใฃใŸๆ„Ÿใ˜ใญใˆใ€‚ๅ‰ฏๅ›ฃ้•ทใซใ‚ใฎใ‚ผใƒŽใ‚ขใƒปใ‚ขใƒซใƒกใƒชใƒ€ใŒๆฎใˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็†็”ฑใฏไบ”ๅนดๅ‰ใฎๆ‚ฒๅŠ‡ใ‚’่ตทใ“ใ•ใชใ„็‚บใ ใจ่ชฐใ‚‚ใŒ่จ€ใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€‚ไปŠใฎ้จŽๅฃซๅ›ฃใซๆฎ†ใฉ้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„ใŒใ„ใชใ„ใฎใ‚‚ใ€ๅไธญๅ…ซไนใ€็ตฑ็Ž‡ใ‚’ๅ›ณใ‚‹็‚บใงใ—ใ‚‡ใ†ใญใ€ ใใ‚‚ใใ‚‚ใ€ใใฎใ‚ซใ‚ถใƒฌใ‚ขใฎๆ‚ฒๅŠ‡ใŒไปŠใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใจใฉใ†้–ขไฟ‚ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œใใฎ่ฉฑใซใฏใพใ ็ถšใใŒใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ใƒใƒŸใƒฅใƒผใƒ€ใฎๅ‡ฆๅˆ‘ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅŠฉๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅ˜†้ก˜ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸไบบ้”ใŒใ„ใŸใฎใ‚ˆใ€‚ใƒใƒŸใƒฅใƒผใƒ€ใฏใŸใ ๅŠฉใ‘ใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ ใ‘ใชใฎใซใ€่ฒฌไปปใ‚’ๅ–ใฃใฆๅ‡ฆๅˆ‘ใฏใ‚ใ‚“ใพใ‚Šใงใฏใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ใจใญใ€‚ใใ‚“ใช่จดใˆใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใŒๅฝ“ๆ™‚ใฎๆ•™ไผšใฎไบบ้–“้”ใจโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”ใƒใƒŸใƒฅใƒผใƒ€ใฎๅผŸใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ชใƒชใƒดใ‚กใƒผใ€‚็งใฏใ€ใ‚ชใƒชใƒดใ‚กใƒผใŒใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ใฃใฆ็จใ‚“ใงใ‚‹ใ€‚ไฝ•ใŒ้ขๅ€’ใชไบ‹ๅฎŸใ‹ใฃใฆ่จ€ใ†ใจใ€่ฆใ™ใ‚‹ใซใ€ไปถใฎใ€้ญ”ๆณ•ไฝฟใ„็‹ฉใ‚Šใ€Ÿใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใ—็งใฎไบˆๆƒณใŒๆญฃใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸๅ ดๅˆใ€ๆ•™ไผšใซๅŒฟใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ‚‹ๅฏ่ƒฝๆ€งใŒ้™ใ‚Šใชใ้ซ˜ใ„ใฎใ‚ˆใ€
Chapter 52 "...Ah-- I forgot to ask her a bunch of stuff." As I made my way back to the inn, the thought of Zenoah possibly telling me about the 'Magician Hunter's' identity and motive flashed through my head. I felt a little bit of regret not asking, but I decided to only dismiss that part of the story. "But... one's sense of hearing, huh?" Albeit not too strongly, I still felt guilty towards the unjust I did to Zenoah despite receiving all the information I needed. Her eyes must've been the reason. I was ignorant to the reason why staring at her eyes seemed that she could see right through my entirety. ...I don't have a clear conclusion, but I wonder if Zenoah already knew prior to my decision that I wouldn't accept her request, just like how I'm also wondering to myself if I said too much. "Indeed, the countermeasure is plain and simple, but it's not something that can easily be done, is it?" The way to rid my sense of hearing is... Namely, by crushing my own eardrums. But as Zenoah had said, doing that will put me in a tremendous disadvantage. "But if I can't see him, I'll just get killed one way or another." If I focus myself on the importance of hearing, it's more than possible that I'll die without even being able to deliver a single blow. "If I could at least create a situation where he'd be right in front of me, I could do something." "...I guess I'll have to discuss that with Lilea and Sofia." I walked for more than ten minutes, only muttering to myself. As tinges of darkness began to mix with the twilight sky, I finally arrived at the inn only to find the two shadows of two people standing in front of it. Apparently, Sofia and Lilea had returned before me. "How did it go?" "No good. It was hard to even find acquaintances, since the magician who originally used{Disorientation} magic only had a very small friend group. Finding flaws in his magic was completely out of the question." "I tried asking the church people about it, but they just told me not to get involved in such a dangerous matter." Both of them sigh, their faces plastered with exhaustion. The church is where the nuns who teach Sofia healing magic are located. Although it's almost impossible to learn distinct healing magic from others, such as the person I met in Minaura, Abald, one can learn general healing magic that only heals injuries from the vast amount of users that it has. And so, Sofia had been visiting the church frequently in order to learn healing magic from a certain nun, but it seems that her attempts had been unsuccessful. "So, how's your side?" "I was able to ask a certain person. I don't know whether the information I received is true or not, but the person who saved my life in Minaura told me to rely on that certain person. And well... I think I can trust her." "And from what I've heard, the only flaw in the{Disorientation} magic is that you can't be affected by it if you suppress your own sense of hearing." "If that's the case--" I interrupted Lilea, who was probably trying to make a hasty conclusion that we should just throw away our auditory sense, and continued to speak. "--But it seems that the "Magician Hunter's" true magical ability is called{Collector.} " "{Collector?} " "In essence, he's a magician who can use various kinds of magic. So I was told that it wouldn't make much of a difference even if I gave up my hearing." "Ah-- That sure makes a lot of sense... It's going to be a lot more trouble if that's the case." Lilea ruffled her bangs with a clouded look on her face, and proceeded to churn from where she stood. "...Troubling discovery?" I furrowed my brow. Being concerned as she was, I thought she may have been onto something new, a fact that I've only yet to know. When I tilted my head in doubt, this time Sofia, not Lilea, opened her mouth and filled me in on the details. "Yeah. When I tried to ask about the 'Magician Hunter,' the same sister who told me to not get involved said that if we don't do anything, we wouldn't be harmed." From the context of the conversation, I guessed Sofia was not referring to us three, but to the people of the church. But I wondered-- Given that there may be some magicians in the church, including sisters who only can use healing magic, how can she be sure that they will be safe from the Magician Hunter? Questions started to swirl around my head. Perhaps it is because I didn't have a good head on my shoulders, but I couldn't see any reason why this was the case. Then... "So I thought about it for a minute. The 'Magician Hunter' said he's doing this for revenge, right? Therefore, he held a grudge against the magicians of the capital, but he also owed the church a favor, enough for him to have a reason not to touch it. Nevertheless, he's doing all the killing now because he knows that the Knights can't move carelessly. That brings me to a certain answer." When you carefully put the pieces together one by one, it just so happens that there is a certain character who fits the picture perfectly, Lilea said. "The capital is the most important part of this country. But do you know why there are only two magicians in the Order of the Knights responsible for protecting the security of this place, Julius?" "Until about five years ago, there were quite a number of magicians in the Order of the Knights. The magician who originally possessed{Disorientation} magic, he was one of them." I guessed that was an amazing feat, but that's really the only impression I had. Upon hearing my concern about such an unfamiliar matter, she reaffirmed herself, and began to talk about it. "It all started with the kidnapping of a noblewoman by a group of thieves. During her rescue, there was a person who got fed up with the then Knight Commander, who for some reason was reluctant to get up from his chair, rushed ahead to help her himself. His name is-- Bermuda. But as it turned out, the choice of the then-Knight Commander who remained adamant on his stance, perhaps foreseeing what was to come, was the right one. As a result of Bermuda's preemptive action, the kidnapped woman, alongside dozens of civilians, died." Such pride, Lilea said, became a tragedy. Had he supported the opinion of the Commander of the Order, there probably would have been fewer, if any, sacrifices made. "Bermuda, who merely attempted to save the noblewoman's life which nearly cost him his, was still executed to atone for his actions. At the same time, the then Knight Commander took responsibility and left the Knight Order, thus founding the current one. Everyone says that Zenoah Almerida was appointed deputy commander so that the tragedy of five years ago wouldn't happen again. The reason why there are almost no magicians in the current Order is, in all probability, for the sake of control." What does the Tragedy of Cazalea have to do with the current magician killings? "There was more to the story. There were people pleading against Bermuda's execution in exchange for theirs, saying that he merely wanted to help, and taking the blame for the casualties was just not fair. And the people making the appeal in question at the time, were the church people, and Bermuda's younger brother-- Oliver. I have a strong suspicion that Oliver is indeed the 'Magician Hunter.' The troubling fact is that the same 'Magician Hunter,' if I am correct, is most likely being sheltered in the church."
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