Hyaku Ma No Aruji

The wind in the sky was much clearer than I thought.

Is it good to think so because of the enthusiasm of people on the ground?

Juliana regained her composure a few seconds later after being held and flying up to the roof of the building at an alarming rate.

It was this gray-haired man who surprised me in the first place, but on the other hand, it was also this man who calmed me down quickly.

- This guy...

Strangely firm pressures were returning from the shoulders of a man who grabbed hold of him in an attempt to withstand the shake. I have that impression, as if I'm leaning against a tree that can't even be slightly mobile in a storm.

――……

Perhaps this man is not an ordinary traveler.

The thickness of her body, which was backward from the look of it coming from her hands, was letting Juliana know about it.

But now it didn't even matter.

A cool breeze over Virgilia that hit me in the cheek again blows all my troublesome thoughts.

"Shall we land around there?"

Second, a grey-haired man said as he held himself.

His gaze is pointing under his eyes.

If you realize it, the wave of people on Central Street is already crossed, and you're probably trying to get down to the ground quickly.

"- No, stay like this a little longer if you like."

'I wonder what I'm talking about,' Juliana thought with half her head.

Still, I'm not going to joke about what I just said.

- It's clear here.

I can't believe there was such a clear place nearby.

Only at this time seemed to be unleashed from the curse of people's thoughts.

I'm sure if I go down to the ground, the sober part of my head will soon clear up that nasty thought again.

"Excuse me, just a little more, could you run over the city of art?

Juliana was overlapping those words as she looked straight up at the grey-haired man.

The man is decent and looking back at this one.

"Please, I will"

I knew I was a terrible nod right now.

This is how they are holding each other and making even more wishes while they are being helped.

"- Fine. Well, let's run some more."

Then the man finally gave me the answer.

Flipping from a strange look, that face has a soft smile on it.

Juliana was unwittingly happy with the answer and got the feeling that tears were going to flood from the edge of her eyes. While I'm at it, I might give it to you.

But when I realize that, maybe I was more tired than I think, that comes to mind.

"It seems oddly conspicuous to run a little over the roof, so would you prefer a direction without people?

"Hopefully."

"Which direction? I'm not too excited about this city yet."

I've been looking down at this one with a troubled grin as the gray-haired man slows down the pace of his run.

"Then go that way. There won't be a lot of people there right now because it's a block with opera clusters that flicker at night."

Juliana pointed east. That's where the Rave-Opera is.

"Okay. Then let's go over there."

"One of these days you'll see the clock tower. It is a very high clock tower with artistic craftsmanship engraved on all sides. Take me there."

Really, it's nasty.

But that's the last of it.

This evening, I cross the line.

I'm sure that if we cross that line, we won't be immersed in such lucid thoughts as we have now in this city.

So, last.

To the unexpected encounter and the unexpected situation, the last selfishness.

"All right, then grab it right."

"- Yes."

Strangely enough, I had a strong sense of security that I had just met him, but he was protected. Is it because of the unique atmosphere this man emits?

- Hopefully sooner, I wanted to meet someone like this.

I don't know anything.

I don't know who I was born into.

I can go out with you without thinking about the damage - to someone like that.

Juliana spinned quietly in her heart.

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Melea noticed a woman in her arms singing a small song as she ran over the city of Virginia, the art city.

- Beautiful song.

It was a coincidence that I met her.

After the painter as painted finished painting Marisa's portrait, on his way to see another street again, he finds a woman in some trouble at the corner of the plugged Central Avenue.

What was going on there was trivial rhetoric.

But I was disgusted with the way the merchant was intertwined, and I had spoken out loud.

- Shaw said oh...

I was really thinking about bridging her quickly and going back to everyone.

But I take an unexpected suggestion from her and decide to hang out a little more.

Seeing a true look in her eyes was one of the reasons she made that decision.

"Are you an opera actor?

"Yes. Don't you like the song?

Well, the song broke off just fine, so Merea asked her, who is in her arms.

She was really enjoying singing the song and still had that lingering smile on her face.

"That's not true. I like songs. Listen to me."

Once upon a time, when I was still in Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, the "King of Raku (Jurn-Yura)" often made me listen to songs.

He was a man, but he sang in a roughly beautiful tone.

Demonic songs and voices that can change the feelings of the listener.

I've inherited that vocal cord myself.

"But unfortunately, I'm not good at singing."

"Really? You have such a beautiful voice."

In her arms she clenched her neck in wonder. There is innocence in that trick.

If you look closely, she looked very pretty.

The wind blowing over the city blinks the cloth that was hiding around her face, exposing her face from between.

- I don't know, you can't put an ass on it.

Noticing her beauty, Merea's heart rattled a little.

The beauty of systems similar to Elma's and Marisa's, but I feel a little different about them.

Maybe that's why they don't have a unique, sharp atmosphere of combatants, like they have.

"The voice - thanks to the parents who gave birth to that kind of body. But the song won't work unless you practice."

When I give myself that kind of rating, now I realize the pile of hidden efforts behind her song.

"You practiced the song very well."

"Yeah. - Because I like it. But it's not as rough as an effort. I like it, so I've been singing. These stacks may seem very difficult and hard from others' point of view, but they're not that hard for me. Because as much as that, it's fun. - That's how you practiced something, too, so you can be lifting up about me lightly now, right?

Asked, Melea reflected on the past.

"Practice, practice..."

My days at Spiritual Mountain run through the back of my brain.

Those scenes still kept the clarity.

Merea was delighted.

"Yeah, you are. I did practice. - It was fun. It was tough, but as much fun as that."

"So it's the same"

She laughed in her arms.

And so the cloth she had wrapped around her head finally unraveled into the wind, and a strange gradient of long hair fluttered up from under it.

Her hair is like a jewel that changes color in the light, with water colors underground, like rainbow stones.

Merea fell in love with the beauty of her hair unexpectedly.

"Ah! Excuse me, my hair..."

She sees her hair dancing through the universe, her face turning bright red teasing around Merea's neck.

And I reached right out and untied my hair from Merea's neck.

"It's okay, it's okay. Beautiful hair."

"Oh, ho, nothing to compliment."

I didn't expect anything in return.

Melea smiles at her as she dyes her cheeks in embarrassment in her arms.

She watched as she looked up at Melea. The anxious look that was hidden the moment we met in the street had now disappeared.

"Oh, is that the clock tower?"

Shortly after Merea flew one case and moved from the roof of the building to the roof, she found what she had just described as a clock tower building.

"Oh, yes, that's it"

"All right, let's go all at once. Let's fly a little higher."

"Absolutely."

Unexpectedly gall.

She returned a powerful gaze and thought, "If so," Melea kicked the roof as she wished.

The sound of the roof coming back from beneath my feet, and while I feel sorry for myself, I immediately feel exalted by the air over my body.

The view of the city of art was vastly expanded.

Virgilia at noon from the sky was also very beautiful.

I see the sea all the way across the city and reaffirm that this is the port town.

――

In her arms she was singing songs in a beautiful voice again.

It was a truly beautiful song, no less than the song "Raku Wang".

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"I'm sorry I just met you and said I was selfish"

"No, I don't mind. 'Cause I had fun too."

Top of the clock tower.

Merea climbed the clock tower lightly and finally put her down there with her legs hanging to the top of it.

It's a pretty tall tower.

If you look down, you see a puffy and sparse figure. Looks like a small dot from here.

"You can grab my hand if you're scared."

"You're sweet."

"Be nice to women, because my mother always told me to be like my sister."

- No, is it a sister like my mother?

Melea worried a little inside,

-... I imagine my sister is younger at her age, so let's make it my sister for once.

Later he added, "Correction, to my sister like my mother," so that the female English spirits wouldn't get mad at me in "Heavenly Sea of Souls".

She heard it and was strangely necked.

There was no railing or anything like that on top of the clock tower.

Merea climbed where people shouldn't have climbed in the first place with that leap.

That was also her hope.

"Heh heh, you can never come here by yourself. It's a good day."

She stood still firmly on two legs at the top of the clock tower, gently pinching the hem of Merea's clothes with her left hand.

Looking at the luxurious body but also the courage, it is somewhat similar to Eyes.

"By the way, I've come this far without asking anything - are you a traveler?

And she turned to Merea and asked.

Her eyes, slightly water-colored as her hair's, shine a clear light and look to Merea.

Melea also replied as she returned her gaze to respond to those eyes.

"That's right. I have a little something for you. I came to Virginia yesterday."

"Really? - Are you friends with the others?

"Well, you know what?"

"You all seemed a little strange and fun"

Melea took her word for it and scratched her head so that it could illuminate.

"That's strange indeed. But you're right, he's a fun friend. Besides, I can count on you. Thanks to them, I'm a lot of help too."

"You've been blessed with a good friend"

She laughed with pleasure again.

To that grin, Melea smiles unexpectedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear all about you."

"I don't mind."

"- You're still sweet. You haven't asked me anything yet."

Merea gave her a glimpse of saying so, then immediately took her gaze off.

"Because I don't think you want me to ask."

Merea spilled her words as she swept the Virgilian outer rim of the sea over her sight.

Having received the word, she circles her eyes as if surprised.

"It's amazing. I just met him. Could you possibly be a reading cardiologist?

"No, it's not that much. - It's only recently decreased, but until a while ago, there were plenty of people around who looked like that."

Melea replied with a bitter smile to her as she turned and asked pleasantly.

"I see."

"Me, I've been concerned about that area for a long time, thank you."

"Aren't you that concerned and tired?

She raises the question again.

Then, after the words, she dazzled and brightened her face like she had come up with something.

From its mouth, the words continue.

"- Oh, now, spit on me for something I can't say downstairs right now. I think we can tell each other something because we probably don't know each other. - It's an opportunity."

To the words that flew by accident, now Merea frowned and turned towards her.

See, in her words, the kindness that surrounds her.

She was still laughing innocently as she whispered her jewel-like long hair into the wind.

"Actually, I might say a lot, too. Today is the 'last' day. So I think it's also a little romantic and good to say something very important to each other without even knowing their names"

"Haha, it's kind of like an art city"

"It's a great city for romance, this is"

"I don't have any luck with that."

"Then just stick with my romance today. It's just a little. Really, in a little."

And then, for a moment, a sawdust of color mixes with her innocent grin. Merea didn't miss it.

That looked a little like the smile that one day Flander was floating around.

"Okay. Shall we talk for a while, then? We don't even know each other."

"Yeah, I'm sure it's fun, too."

Then she sat down on the spot.

Sit in a triangle so you can hold your knees with your arms.

Melea felt the same way and sat down on the spot.

The wind blowing over the city gently stroked the two cheeks.