Isekai Ryouridou

Alishna Dj Mahraluda was also to wake up that morning listening to the tone of the majestic bell.

The location is a lofty hotel in Castle Town. It is a building that until some time ago was used as a private residence for the Count Turan family.

The bell rings three times and disappears with the aftertaste.

As always, it is the third hour of ascent. Until this carving, it was often possible to suppress the tone of the bells so as not to interfere with the sleep of the noble people, so Alishna was also completely accustomed to waking up at three moments.

The morning sunlight softly plunges through the window, illuminating the brick room. Besides, the cozy breeze that swept the cool of the morning was approaching to Alishna, who lay on the bedside.

Arishna was given this room only after it became the purple moon.

More precisely, just before the start of Easter of the Sun God.

This lofty hotel invites a lot of nobility, luxury merchants, etc. from the extra land. Alishna was also to be moved from her original mansion to this building in order to receive star reading work from such people.

But wherever you wake up, there's not going to be a change in Alishna's life.

Soft Kimmus feathers woke herself up from the top of the bedding where she was used, and Alishna put her feet down on a carpet with long hairy feet.

Then, as if waiting for it, the bedroom door was slammed open.

"Dear Alishna, are you awake...?

When I say yes, an old samurai gets a big cage.

Housed in that cage is a set of beautifully washed Arishna garments.

When the samurai placed the cage on the table, she stood still waiting for Alishna's words.

"Get dressed, it's okay. Step back."

"Yes, dear Alishna..."

The old samurai finally bowed her head and left the room.

You can't even leave the room until you get permission, even though Arishna has never wanted to help you change before. That was their role as samurai.

Such a aristocratic life has been going on for over a year now.

I never thought of it as unhappy, but at the same time, I never thought I was so happy. Alishna is just putting herself through the course of her destiny because she can't live without it.

Thinking about that now but without, Alishna decided to get up and start dressing.

Take off the night clothes and the lower ribbons of the saggy touch and, once you are still born, wear the prepared clothes once again. It's a long coat made of shim silk and a belt of cloth.

That's how he moves to the back of the room and wears every piece of ornament that was enclosed in the storage.

A bracelet with ten thin silver rings overlapping, a necklace representing the crest of a shim, rings in various shades of stone, ear decorations and foot decorations. Long black hair is braided into one next to the neck along with numerous prayer strings.

Arishna took plenty and a half of a minute to complete those mornings.

Every one of these also has a meaning that Sim's people, Alishna, cannot do.

Eventually, after finishing her discipline, Alishna attracted a small pot placed on the mirror table.

A copper pot about the size of a human clench, with gray sand and vanilla burning inside.

Lighting a new vanilla with lana leaves and throwing it into a pot, the lukewarmly purple sweet smoke filled the room.

Mouth the sacrament to Sim as he purifies himself with its smoke.

The God of Sims, the incarnation of the wind, is with the people, even in exotic lands.

Alishna broke her knee on the carpet and prayed further as she combined her fingertips in front of her chest.

(You mean more than a year has passed since I started praying alone like this...)

Arishna was the last descendant of the Mafraluda family to be expelled from Sim about twenty years ago.

Alishna, who was given life three years after his exile, is a people of Sim who never set foot in Sim's land at once.

But after all, I was never dissatisfied with that.

Whether dissatisfied or not, it's all Sim's call. If Alishna is destined to return to Sim, sooner or later the path will open, and if not, she will have to decay in this homeland. The astrologer was regarded as the biggest contraindication to decipher his own destiny, so Alishna had no choice but to indulge in Sim's will.

Besides, the people of Selva were more or less favourable to the people of Sim.

When they were in their wandering lives, they often came across numerous bandits, outlaws, etc., but neither did those men attempt to assault the people of Sim in vain. Because it was widely recognized that it was dangerous to attack Sim's people, who were good at handling poisonous grass, regardless of favor or good intentions.

But in any case, there was no reason to neglect the people of the west in Arishna.

Especially in this Genos and elsewhere, it will be taken by the lord Marstein, who is thus given a life free of liberty.

My grandfather and others, who were star readers, regarded approaching the powerful as dangerous, but fortunately, a person named Malstein did not weigh in on astrology's intentions and did not even try to know his fate at one time. He was treasuring Arishna as a clown and musician to entertain important guests visiting Genos.

(Sims is the wind, Selva is the flame... the wind can give the flame so much power, or it can blow it out. If me and Malstein don't go the wrong way together, I'm sure we'll be able to even live with our hands)

With that in mind, Alishna put a lid on the pot of vanilla.

Then I lose so much, the door is knocked again.

"Dear Alishna, Your Guest is in sight"

"A customer? Work, it must be from Jomtien."

"No, I'm not a star reader. He is the second son of Count Dalaim's family."

"Is it Pole Earth? … please, let us through"

Alishna weaved one thin outer hanging for indoor use before turning her foot between the receptions.

Waiting for that seat, Polearth, who was eventually guided by a samurai, enters "Hey there".

"I'm sorry about earlier this morning. Wasn't I interrupting your morning prayers?

"Yes, I'm fine. … tea, please"

The second half of the words, of course, were addressed to the samurai.

The samurai lowered her head and disappeared into the separate room, and Polearth lowered her back to the wooden chair "at last".

"I have business with the guests who are staying here today. It came a little earlier than I promised, so I wanted to say hi. I haven't had a chance to see Lord Arishna face to face lately."

Even today Polearth had a very healthy complexion.

I don't know. It's a wasted fleshy physique, but it's not enough to harm your health. I can feel the gentle but powerful fluctuations of life pulsating on its round flesh.

"Is Lord Arishna busy every day, too? It's been a long time since Easter, but it looks like this hotel is still full."

"Yes, from Jomtien to Sunset, star reader, to interrupt, not much"

"You will. You will. I'll give it to you, even the guests staying in the spare room and the humans who originally lived in Genos are pushing over. The fame of Lord Alishna is growing every day."

Polearths himself does not weigh the star reading in the same way as Malstein. That is why he may have behaved casually without reverencing or fearing Arishna more than he needed to.

"But anyway, the guests will be right around the time they miss their hometown. It's been a while since I've been busy, Lord Alishna."

"Yes.... Pol Earth looks busy too, huh?

"Yeah. Half the customers are from some business group I visited for business. Even today, I came here to discuss the purchase of ingredients with the Jagali merchants who are staying here. If you're faking it, you're going to run out of sugar and tau oil."

Normally, however, even in commerce partitioned by aristocracy, a man of surrogacy would be set up for such negotiations. There may be aspects of Count Turan that cannot be left to others because there was one, but this person named Polearth seemed to be more suited to his sexuality than that, moving around everywhere.

(...... this polar earth will sooner or later have great success)

Even without reading the stars, it was also clearly visible in the facial phase.

but talking about not being questioned is still a lack of honesty. Sometimes what seems normal to me is not at all visible to the rest of us. Still young Arishna often failed with it, so she needed to weigh herself in when this happened.

"By the way, does Lord Arishna hear about the martial arts club?

"Toragic?... Oh, the fight party, is it?

"Yes, yes. A tournament of combat by the swordsmen. At the end of the Silver Moon, a very large martial arts club is scheduled to take place. So, I'm thinking about advising you to forbid divination by star reading about that martial arts club, but what does Lord Alishna think?

I didn't know what it meant a bit, so Alishna let me tilt her neck small.

A samurai brings a pot with tea on it. It smells sweet and sour, it's Alou's tea.

"As a matter of fact, the martial arts club is also a place of so-called betting. Tourists bet on copper coins to predict which swordsmen will win. It would be too frivolous to bring up a star reading fortune with a bet like that, wouldn't it?

While stating so, Polearth puts sugar in the tea with a silver spoon. The people of the west are taught to sweeten and drink tea.

Arishna herself tasted the hot aloo of tea as it was before letting her nod "yes".

"Betting, using the power of star reading, is pure and dangerous, I think. Also, humans, astrologers and resentments who have been deciphered the fate of defeat may. It's what humans, bad fates, astrologers think."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure there's one side to that. That's why I don't want to rely on the power of star reading as much as possible. Because I want to believe that success and failure are all at my discretion."

With a smile, Pol Earth rubbed the red aloof tea to heat.

"So you don't mind banning me on that, do you? I'll talk to the Marquis Marstein."

"Thank you. Thank you very much for your interest in Pole Earth."

"No, no, because we're the ones who struggle with useless noise. It's all for the peace of Genos."

That felt like I was saying it in earnest apparently.

This Polar Earth is also a person who is extremely good at the profit and loss account.

If it's to avoid the big struggle ahead, I don't hate the little struggle right now. He was more of a merchant than a nobleman.

That part, which is rare as a nobleman, may be a factor in great success. Silently rubbing aloof tea, Alishna snuck up on it that way.

"Speaking of which, it looks like the hunters from the woods have decided to join the fight."

"... a hunter by the woods? Why is that?

"See, that's to clear up the cause that came from your game at that dinner party. Lord Arishna would have seen it with Jagal's maid, wouldn't he?

That was apparently the story of a sword technique trial conducted at the end of last year between a hunter by the woods and a knight by Genos.

"A harmonious dinner party was held at the Count Saturas' house the other day. So I was supposed to be hand-held, but then again, things overlapped, and the hunters from the woods were invited to a fight. If you like, how about Lord Arishna join us for a sightseeing?

"... will you be invited that day, Asta?

"Lord Asta? No, I don't know. The chieftains will be invited, but is Lord Asta interested in a martial arts club? It's not like we need a cook."

"Really?"

When Alishna breathed small, Polearth laughed at her.

"What, have I disappointed you? Lord Arishna is really fascinated by Asta's cuisine."

It was a disgraceful act for the people of Sim to be seen through their hearts.

but that puts me in such a shame to expose myself to even more shame, that Alishna asks me to answer "yes," as usual.

"Asta, he's a great cook. Asta, when you're invited, I'd love to hear from you."

"Yeah, yeah. I can't call Lord Asta to Castle Town so often, but I will definitely give you my word for that rare opportunity. With that Jagal lady."

While putting the ceramic cup back on the plate, Alishna made him tilt his little neck again.

"The martial arts club, her, will she be invited?

"Does she mean Miss Dial of Jagal? I guess the sword given to the winner of the martial arts club is going to be invited as a guest of honor because it looks like it was made specifically at her iron furniture shop."

"Really? Then I'd like to join you."

"Oh, Lord Alishna, are you being made cordial with her, too?

"Pleasure, no. Dial, Sim's people, neglected. … but the people of the South, the opportunity to touch, few, so I, I, wish to be cordial"

"I see. I will prepare my seats for Lord Arishna."

Then for a while he was intrigued by the story, which had no benefit, and on the verge of the bell of the fourth hour, Polearth left the room.

I guess that means I wanted to use my free time to tell Arishna about the fight. The fact that I don't think of such hassle as a hassle is that Polar Earth in Polar Earth.

(but it doesn't change that Polearth is a good and kind person)

Otherwise, I don't think he would have won the trust from the forest people.

I'm sure he sincerely hopes that Genos will prosper. And I am truly grateful to the people of the woods who can help me greatly with that.

A people by the woods is a gain to him. If you describe it like an astrologer, it is a presence that enhances his luck. If you read the stars of Polearths, you would have seen the movement of the stars there that the encounter with the people by the woods must have made his destiny better.

Polearth is heartily pleased with the fact that such a forestside people were not incomprehensible barbarians. And also, the people of the woods must have had good luck meeting Polearths. I didn't have to read the stars in advance, and Arishna was able to see them clearly.

(On the throne of the Great Lion, which shows the people by the woods, you can see a number of stars glittering to help it. I'm sure Polearths is one of those stars)

With that in mind, Alishna decided to return to her routine.

Until Jomtien, when work begins, we have about three minutes left. It was stipulated that using the bathroom was before the night's sleep, so it was common for Alishna to spend the rest of her time reading and researching.

My grandfather left me books like mountains, and I can also borrow valuable literature from Castle Genos if I consult with Malstein. Sim's history, Selva's history, the numerous myths, inheritances and fairy tales left on the continent - this time of learning them was above all irreplaceable to Alishna.

Alishna inherits the power of star reading from her grandfather. Sometimes, however, that power is spared. There was no limit to how much I learned to know correctly what I was seeing and to communicate it correctly to the rest of us.

(This world is full of mysteries)

While hoping for a new cup of tea for the samurai, today I decided to indulge in the literature of the scroll, the relic of my grandfather.

Described is a legacy about ancient heroes and greats who are becoming half myths.

As we read through it, Arishna's eyes stop at a certain text.

What is noted there was the heirloom of Misha, the white sage who brought great prosperity to Sim.

(White sage Misha...... Gentile who brought prosperity and peace to Sim with his kind of wit)

It was a theory for astrologers that it was a people without stars.

Without denying it, Alishna reminds me of Asta's existence.

(The unreadable black abyss of destiny, the star without star... Asta must be a people without stars)

That was already a harsh fact for Alishna.

On the outside, you look like a western people with nothing strange about it. But Arishna can't read Asta's stars. I hear that some magicians had the art of hiding their stars, but they didn't, and Asta doesn't have the stars themselves.

Asta does exist. But all he sees on his throne is pitch black. A pitch-black abyss, flat empty in the sky. That would have been Asta's star.

Because it has no light at all, it is difficult to read the end of the journey to astrologers. While its presence causes a transformation in the destiny around it, there is no certainty whatsoever as to where the black abyss will go, how big it will be, and how long it will continue to exist.

(However, some literature remains as to what fate the once starless people followed)

In light of that, Arishna could decipher Asta's whereabouts as well.

But it is unacceptable to speak of it. Alishna has already spoken of things that are not even questioned in the past, which has disturbed Asta's mind.

That was an unacceptable act by astrologers, and Arishna herself did not want to suffer Asta.

Even without knowing destiny or anything else, humans can live healthy. Rather, some people are caught in despair that cannot be escaped by knowing their fate. It's like the clan lord of Dj, once deciphered the fate of doom by Arishna's grandfather.

(To a people without stars is destined to visit with great hope and great misery. If you wish, so that the hope brought to Asta can also repel its ordeal......)

Arishna put her fingertips together and hoped so from the bottom of her heart.

I didn't know how much more power there was in such prayer than Asta being Gentile, but all Alishna could do was pray to Sim that way.