Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"-Sama. -Sama? Dear Doyle!"

"Hmm? Oh. What's up, Ballad?

"Dear Doyle, what did you do? I suddenly shut up, so I was wondering if something had happened..."

"No, it's nothing. - Right. Ballad, I think you'd like that horse, don't you?

If you get one, it will be easier to get all of the series for the disturbing sound of [Animal Feelings Series VII], right? If you think about it, the worried Ballad stopped by my side, so I'm just going to use my skills to see if I can find a horse that seems compatible.

It was the moon-haired, so-called pale yellow horse that I proceeded to Balad. The horse has just said, 'I wonder if that gray man could come this way'.

By the way, I have pale blonde hair, ballad is dark gray, luze is brown, sorcier is red brown, jeff is red brown. Apparently, the horses recognize us by the color of our hair. You can hear the horses talking about their brown heads and their heads with the flowers.

I'm going to point my finger at a horse that looks good to Balad as he's about to blow up into too much of a mess of distinction between the horses. The pale yellow horse joyfully came over to Ballad looking in the direction I pointed. And he looks at Balad as he is, 'Why ~'.

"Sounds like you want me to stroke you, huh? The horse seems to like you, so if Ballad wants to be the horse."

"This is the horse Master Doyle chose for himself! I'll give it to this girl!

Balad is doing it by stroking the horse's nostrils after nodding happily if he speaks for his feelings. I'm happy to say 'Wow!', so Ballad will decide.

Or is it because I chose a horse?

I thought you liked the horse.

Right, you like me that much, you.

etc. I have a lot of words to say, but I have trouble accidentally switching on the ballad, so I shut my mouth. I'm still trying to gauge what triggered Ballado's switch on.

And then,

"Lutze, you're over there"

"Is that the gray kid?

"That's right. Then Solcier. That horse cares about you, so go to your side."

"What? Is it true?

"Oh. It's okay, come on."

"... Yes"

"Dear Doyle, what about me?

"Jeff... that's it. The one in the back."

"You're the thin tea guy, right? I'm coming!

"Oh. Be careful."

And I also sent out the three remaining people in the way that they felt.

By the way, Lutze sees a puff of white hair mixed with blue hair called blue hair, a horse that looks gray. Solcier is a guy with white hair mixed with chestnut hair called chestnut hair. Jeff introduced him to a horse with white hair mixed with deer hair called deer hair.

In the order of Lutze, Solcier and Jeff.

"What that brown guy is so cool! Oh, you can cross my back if you want to!

"People of the same color as flowers seem nice ~. I'd like to take a walk by the river with you ~"

"Red tea! The one with the red tea! Let's wind up with me!

Those are the horses he said.

I gave him a ride. I intend to introduce him to a horse that seems to be close to their personality. All three of them had different colored hairs, but I wonder if it would be just fine.

From a distance, they liked the horses they all introduced, and they seem to be letting me wear the saddles they each had, and they'll do it on their own later.

Ballad's here, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm not going to take care of myself.

Sounds like a grown-up, thinly assertive guy would be nice.

Think about the next three years and look at the horses with that in mind. Fortunately, the voices you hear are all favorable, so look for horses from among them that are likely to suit you.

Deer hair would be nice, but blue hair would be cool. But I walk among the horses wondering if the bee patterned horse over there would be nice. On the way, the thin ink-haired horse caught my eye, but I felt something different, so I moved.

Walking behind me, comparing horses for a moment, at a slight distance, the four follow me across each horse.

The horses suddenly quieted as they walked repeatedly through such a thing. Stop talking, the horses are all looking in the same direction. I wonder about the horses that suddenly became quiet, and look in the direction they were facing, but I couldn't grasp the situation because I was on the hate ground.

"Ballad."

"Can I help you, Master Doyle?

"The horses became quiet. I know you're worried about that direction, but do you know what it is?

"Is that it? Please wait a moment. - Looks like one horse is running this way."

"The horse? Runaway?"

"No. No one on board. It's not even saddled, so it would be a free horse............? It's a white horse, Master Doyle. A stunning white horse comes running this way for some reason."

"White horse?"

"Looks like you're looking for something, right? 'Cause I'm running around looking really hard."

"Is it close?

One moment, please.

If you ask Balad to use his skills and look for the culprits the horses care about, the cause seems to be their people. But white horses are rare.

Because he said he was running, I thought the students on board had let him run off in good shape, but he didn't say that. There's no way this horse ranch in the school has an outside enemy whose horses need to flee at all costs.

They're looking for something in Balad's story, but what the hell are you looking for?

Suppose you could think about it, your own partner or something?

"Dear Doyle, Dear Ballad. If it's the white horse you're talking about, it's over there. We've come as far as we can see."

If you ask Ballado to identify the detailed location of the white horse, he says Lutze found the horse in question visually earlier than that.

And as if to affirm Lutze's words, the horses who were in the direction he was pointing are moving little by little, paving the way for the horses who come running. At the same time I could hear horses translated by their hissing and skills.

"Oh shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! Where is it ~!? Here's the white horse you deserve!

There's a scream full of power.

I do feel something that leads to Balad in that voice I heard, and my body shivers slightly from a bad feeling and chills.

I have a really, really bad feeling about this!?

I cannot help but feel an unpleasant fate for a white horse, like a chunk of self-assertion, who appeared on this occasion at this time. The horse I want to be my partner for three years is an adult and submissive horse that can be buried in the surrounding landscape during the sleepover and will heal me.

Not a white horse so lustrous and brilliant as to reflect the light of day and look silver, screaming words like Ballad by mistake, self-asserting fiercely rushing to me.

So, please!

Look at me and say, "There he is! You deserve to ride me, blonde husband!! 'Don't yell at me!!

But my wish was scattered like that.

That's no longer distracting.

"Dear Doyle!? Please run away!! The white horse who showed off his brilliant foot judgment, so vain as to sound Balad's words, stopped that foot in front of my eyes.

A fine bodied white horse stands in front of me and captures me firmly with his crushed eyes. And at the same time, I get more radiance because I see the crushed eyes that reflect who I am.

My ideal horse was the moment I realized it was only an ideal.