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I go back a little bit.

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…… Lord! "

Suddenly Meena ran under me, sweating like a ball. Did you just jump up this way, her hair was completely untidy and I could see the remnants of her sleep.

Meena was born into the Celian Slope tribe, a beast tribe, a rare girl who woke up as a witch vessel.

I don't know why, but I also have strange knowledge of my hometown. Maybe it's the ability of The Witch of Dreams to dream of a world that said so.

I must have had a nightmare that she came here in such a hurry. I couldn't immediately think of any other reason.

"Mm, good morning. Hey, what's up?

"... good"

Get up and respond for now. She rushed over here wondering if it was important for her to sit back and see Meena weak. I take a breath of "Oh, it's good to dream" and so on when I see nothing happening to me. What kind of dream did you have?

"Oh, sounds like it was a dream.... I don't know what's going on."

"... no, it's nothing. The Lord only dreamed of losing the battle and losing everything."

"Stop it, I'm afraid of that dream."

It's called the Witch of Dreams, Meena, so no matter how unpleasant your dreams are, you can't be too obstructed. I have trouble making it happen. You'll have to be careful not to let that dream turn into a real dream.

"... Lord"

"It's okay, it's okay. You mean if we have to fight like we're gonna lose everything, we're gonna have no problem, right?

…… Perhaps too attentive, Lord, but beware. "

"It's okay.... Well, as I went to Beriessa's today to see how Antoni was doing, and then went to Miroir's for a long time..."

This one is also a little sleepy from sleeping. "Don't look like that," I snapped at Meena's cheek as I slowed down. Naturally you'd be angry, I thought, but she remained surprisingly silent.

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"Morning, Ili. You're up early today."

"... good morning"

"Is that it? He said he was listening."

"Mm. Wind Voice"

"Right."

I saw Iri standing outside, so I decided to speak up.

Elis Halpuia.

She is Harpy's daughter, who can use only a little sound magic, and has impressive green hair and hair because she wants to jump out.

She says "I miss the wind here". I wasn't sure, but I guess she felt that way. Lack of these artistic sensibilities left me vaguely in agreement.

"... let Stella hear it too. I'll call you."

"Right."

"I'm sure he'll talk a lot."

The word catches my head. Stella, the old goblin woman, should not be born to talk. She told me that herself, I'm sure. If you're lying, I'm spotting you on my appraisal skills.

"... okay"

I kept this catch in my chest as I watched Iri run out to get Stella.

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At the request of Countess Beriessa, "I want you to encourage Antoni to come out of the shell (and return him to the world of art if possible)," I was supposed to work with Antoni on a number of artistic activities.

(Well, he didn't seem to really like clay work or anything...)

Antoni, the former master of the art world, had changed only slightly.

In short, I lost my form. We can no longer confidently determine the circle as a circle and the triangle as a triangle, and we need to reasonably estimate it as if "this has a straight part, so it should be a triangle, not a circle" constantly. This is supposed to be a triangle, but I can feel it. So maybe it's a circle, and I'm in a situation where I don't feel confident about my view at all.

And now I'm in the middle of a headache about bringing him back into the art world like that.

"... maybe some music"

Solo.

Nothing. It's just a thought, but music is also art when it comes to art. The patronage of the god of art may work for me.

Besides, when it comes to artists, many people have changed their sensibilities more than the average person. The sensibility of music is surely also different from the sensibility of hundreds of people...... it would be possible.

Regardless, it's just a thought that there might be some music.

Rather, it may be a desire. The three daughters I have in my shop right now - Ili, Yufi and Nell are talented at songs. If Antoni turns out to have a musical talent, he can offer as many places as he wants to collaborate with them. More importantly, you may also be able to rely on the legend of Jacopo and opera singer Marielle of the prestigious troupe. I mean, if Antoni had the talent for music, it would be easier to talk about this case.

"… conveniently over-thinking"

Well, that would be convenient, but I thought I was walking along Oasis Street.

……

What caught my eye was the strings hanging in the product section of a certain outdoor store. I was a little concerned because according to my appraisal skills, rare materials are used.

I have this habit.

Usually, I think about "high materials are being used, can't they be used for resale" and I'm walking around Oasis Street.

So sometimes I buy weird stuff, and Yuffi and Hetty say, "I can't believe I'm not into spending money on merchant habits again," which is why I get white-eyed when I'm tired of successfully reselling it and say, "... I'm not convinced."

I thought I'd buy this as part of it.

(... this string, you look like a guitar)

"Are you a customer?

Looking at the instrument, a voice was called. To see him, he's probably the owner of this store.

"Yes. Actually, I thought this instrument was kind of interesting."

"Uh, that lute? Then I'll do it."

"Oh, is that true?

"I let you watch a good fist fight. Well, I lost a lot of bets."

Oh, no. Apparently, I'm Toshiki, the merchant. I thought my face had become known.

Words exchanged for a while.

The store owner said he was betting on my put out player, Chitta, at the last boxing tournament. Though I surpassed Rical in the qualifying round to reach the semi-finals, I was only a little happy that someone supported me about Chitta, who was only an anonymous player.

"Thank you, my chitta would be happy to hear you say that. If I may, I would have let her beat me."

And I bowed my head and responded, and the other side said, "No, no, I have to say thank you for this one," something like that.

"I don't know what to say instead, but if I could just get something signed by her... Oh, my God"

"Oh, I see"

Convinced.

Apparently, he watched that game and became a fan of our Chitta. "If you'll excuse me with a signed glove," I suggested, "Is that true!" and jumped without a single thing or two.

Business deal concluded. Boxing gloves are cheaper, at least, than that instrument. Then you can change the gloves of the chitta.

"... well, things are not good enough"

What do you mean, "?

Two, I was concerned about the grunt of the owner of the store's man. "No, what, it's not a big deal," he said, taking a string (apparently called lute), and he had a look like, well, something like this.

"The instrument, because of how strong the material is, is an instrument. I've never been exposed to heat and sand before. I'd rather have a pickup hand than leave it in an outdoor shop."

"I see."

I was having trouble getting rid of it.

Shoulder shrugging husband. When I don't intend to store it at home and it just doesn't look very thoughtful enough to put it on an outdoor product, is it an instrument that I got unexpectedly from the beginning?

Fair enough.

I'm not too attached to the history of the product. Sooner or later, you can resell it.

Either way, I was supposed to get the instrument.