Log Horizon

Loreil-Dawn was running down a steep mountain at a small running speed.

Naturally, it is reckless in this mountain system, where there are no tree-like roads.

The armor of the Saint Knight, to which many surgical ceremonies were granted, is scratched and dirty. Loreil's usually smooth blonde hair is also thinly dirty.

Loreil had shown enough shrieking if there was a samurai watching on the side.

As he turned to the left and right, he began his journey towards the lower end of the line. It turns out if we move straight south, we'll be out on the street somewhere.

Turning his impatient mind into a force to move forward, Loreil hurried.

Mizfa-Trude, who is responsible for the operation, cannot be contacted for the reading.

Because Loreil and she are both "earthlings". I have the magic equipment to use party readings, but I didn't tie the party with her. If I had just tried to prepare for that, though I didn't think Mizfa would be able to rely on anything other than herself to sign up for a party with Loreil or anything.

"... it's Loreil"

"It's Rondalk."

Therefore, Loreil contacted Rondalk, the "Adventurer" with Mizfa, with a special magic prop.

This "Adventurer", an Elf "Sorcerer" (Sorcerer), should be conducting surveillance on Mizfa's armoured command vehicle.

Rondalk's level is high. Fifty is above Loreil.

Loreil can't even challenge them, the Adventurers, to fight in the first place. That's how different there is between the Earthlings and the Adventurers. Loreil sneaks out of his anxiety while he finds himself ridiculous to speak to Rondalk as his boss.

"There's no continuation?

"Please wait.... There have been no reports of wet feathers being found '

"Tell Mizfa. Prioritize wet feathers over power leveling."

'I'll tell you...'

"What?

"If wet feathers wanted to go out, it was not for us to shut our mouths,"

This operation "Red Night" | "PLANT HWYADEN" and "PLANT FROUDEN" are not all that enthusiastic. The "Adventurer" side complied with Mizfa's request. This is an operation that the "Earthlings" asked Wet Feathers for permission to execute.

Nonetheless, Loreil felt lava-like blood coming up as the same (earthlings) to that attitude that lightened the wet feathers.

"Come on!"

Loreil beats the trunk of the great tree, which was leaning on force.

The metal armor, which had been removed from the earthlings, generated a force field to protect Loreil and crush the trunk of the great tree.

I know you don't have to say that.

Wet feathers are a whimsical husband.

It is not infrequent to kick the events of "PLANT HWYADEN" out of the flutter.

Her overskill, "Info Disguise" (overlay), is a complete disguise of her own appearance and reproduces even mid-level stunts these days. If they even faked the status display, it would be impossible to supplement her for the security squad, which relies on that display for personal authentication.

Most of all, she is Plant Hwyaden's alliance leader and highest ranking "Granting Artist" (Enhancer). There are not many who can harm the Adventurer if she thinks about her physical abilities, her various magical abilities, and even her oral biography (overskill).

Unless you're heading to the rumoured Reid Dungeon, it's arguably unlikely she'll be in danger in this Yamato field.

That's another problem, and whoever finds out about this wet feather disappearance, including Loreil-Dawn, doesn't think that she disappeared after being exposed to someone, or that she's in danger.

By her own will, she must have disappeared.

But that's not a good thing to leave behind.

She is the leader of Plant hwyaden.

"Dear Wet Feather...... I need you to at least accompany this loreil."

Perhaps in its combat abilities, Wet Wings will outperform Loreil.

Even if I put together the "White Saint Knight's Armor" that Jered-Gunn created using the Condenser Furnace, I still had the feeling that it was out of reach. But still, Loreil wants to protect his wet feathers.

Loreil walks out again, making vivid noises and leaning against giant trees on the way.

Operation Red Night cannot expose its centre to the public in order to require secrecy. For this reason, the deep mountain was chosen as the place for the experiment.

Not many hundred (earthlings) enter the armoured command vehicle, which is the operational hub.

Doing censorship on them is the official event that wet feathers should be doing this time, and it was done without delay.

"PLANT HWYADEN", an "Adventurer" organization with full control of western Yamato.

Its legendary ruler, the princess of the dazzling divine fox, wet feathers.

Her presence and cheer brought unparalleled exaltation and audacity to the soldiers.

Even Loreil felt intoxicated and strongly obliged like he was drunk by strong liquor. Any difficulty would be overcome under her banner. I wouldn't go to any battlefield to get rid of her worries. Loreil reaffirms it, along with his fullness of energy.

But it was only then that wet feathers fulfilled their duty, and they disappeared the night they finished the censorship.

She is the ruler and it is impossible to control that will.

So if she's going to get out of this place, Loreil has no words to stop it. But Loreil is her SS, its captain. It is a presence that should ensure her safety, no matter where she may be, and defeat her enemies.

The fact that I lost sight of her brought terrible sorrow and anguish to Loreil's spirit.

She disappeared without saying a word to Loreil.

The fact that I am worthless to Wet Feather is an irreplaceable humiliation to Loreil. They insulted me and abandoned me. The troubles can't even be expressed by Loreil himself. But it was also sweet at the same time, and Loreil felt some strange delight in herself as she continued to wander through the mountains for her.

It would have been a chivalrous intoxication to herself of serving wet feathers, the ally of "PLANT HWYADEN," and a distorted sense of superiority that no one else could lay this much effort for her.

But even though it contained a covert sweetness similar to that of such rot, what Loreil now feels mainly is pain and anxiety.

There were as many as four participants from the ten-seat meeting in this operation.

Firstly, the head of the operation, Mizfa-Trude. Kazuhiko became a witness by standing as a candidate.

Wet Yu himself extended his legs from the headquarters of "PLANT HWYADEN" in response to a request for a censorship. And it's Loreil, who acted together for wet feather protection.

Now that wet feathers have gone, it is only by themselves that Loreil-Dawn is able to follow her and ensure its safety.

Loreil drank to take a bath in the "Adventurer's" (Potion) making, and ran down the mountain skin without a break.

It is in the mountains that wet feathers disappeared, and if she intends to remain hidden, the discovery is difficult even if she is an armed 'adventurer', not a loreil. If we were to pry through this mountain system, there would be no guarantee that we could discover her, even if we mobilized hundreds of high-ranking (adventurers). Loreil knows that mountain hunting is so difficult that it has dawned on military training since he was a young man.

But Loreil thought it was almost unlikely that wet feathers would be hiding themselves in the mountains.

She is a rooted urban living person and is also quite lazy in character.

She spends almost all of her time in the separate residence of the Saigamiya family, the Golden Phoenix Palace, using the hidden corner as her bedroom.

Her role in "PLANT HWYADEN", with its rare charisma, lies in interfering with all of the Adventurers and the Earthlings, and battles, explorations, clerical work, etc. should be held by ten seats other than hers.

Her routine is occupied by night clubs, meetings, and persuasions and negotiations.

If you think about those circumstances, you'll soon know that you don't want to spend a long time in this mountain full of dirt, sand, and featherworms. Wet feathers should go down the mountain and aim for habitable land with at least a minimum size.

That too, considering the comfortable surroundings she prefers, would travel to towns with lodgings at least, not poor villages.

Loreil thought of nearby geography.

I can't be sure, but she will travel west, through the streets of Red Earth. I can't even say for sure that Minami, but as long as she moves in that direction, there are a number of inns on Fuji and Pineside where she can be comfortable. She should be carrying enough handheld cash to stay in those inns for six months or as long as she can. If you can dispose of the jewellery, that period could grow tenfold.

Most importantly, if she moves as Loreil expected, it's not as hard to discover. An inn that makes her comfortable is limited unless it's Minami or Icoma. It does not exist in the common "earthlings" villages, about one in that population on a scale greater than or equal to the town. Being present in Fuji and Pineside does not exist anywhere else. That also means it's easy to find out.

At the same time, however, it is a somewhat time-consuming exploration, and it is certain that if she repeatedly travels wildly and far away, the time to discovery will be extended.

And in the meantime, the chances of her encountering some trouble are not zero.

Loreil ran on an insomnia break.

It took three days and nights to cross the ridge, cross the valley and reach the streets. That time would have been greatly reduced if he had been a more guided person, but he was the type to believe that the shortest distance on the map was the fastest travel path, or even hit by the poison of wet feathers.

It was at the foot of the most beautiful and tall mountain in Yamato that he wandered, and in those days the man he sought was a long way ahead of him.

◆

The Sellaras, who carried some loads to the mountain fort of Boxurt at the merchants' request, were to unload there and move on. Dariella's in the carriage, too.

The merchants who had lost one carriage were running out of room to travel with her on board, and although the streets were relatively safe, it was for people who were accustomed to traveling and for the 'adventurers', and the solo journey of the 'earthlings' women was not that reassuring.

The conversation came to a conclusion that the immediate destination, even Saphir, meant that we could take the carriage.

Saphir is one of the destinations for the journey.

It was a relatively prosperous city in the midst of this street heading west from Akiba, where healing the fatigue of the journey had been planned for a long time before departure.

The carriage proceeded through cobblestone paths covered in cockerel containing moisture and water, as well as red earth paths that seemed slippery, and limping ridge paths covered in dark green arches. The speed is slow. How much [Pale Faded Horse] (Pale Horse) is so powerful on such mountain roads, it doesn't help much. If I do all I can, I'll have an accident easily.

The line of Serara and the others proceeded at a speed of walking along a mountain path that lasted a long time.

Somewhere there was a bird chirping similar to the whistle sound, and the walking Serara cleared her ears. Looking at the minnoli next door, she seemed to be looking for birds with her eyes open too. Serara also searched for a moment, and at the end of Wolf's gaze, a bird as Coppepan with a yellow line on his blue wing rang another.

I was happy to find it, and when I could pull Minori's sleeve back and reward her, she figured out where it was too. They looked at each other and smiled at each other.

Serara felt a lot relieved because of it.

There was also the Knights of Odusseia in the passing mountain fort.

According to Dariella's story, they're not as rare in the area around Yamato as they are. They say that fighting for their lives to protect the villages and towns of the "earthlings" is accepted and respected around here. It's a tough, somewhere gloomy group, but when they explain it that way, Serara thought it might be, if they told me it was a polite, equipped and clean, clean knighthood.

Minori and Toya don't like the Knights of Odusseia either.

It was a tingling air after being rinsed off on the road, so I can see that. Still, after a few hours the air grew looser and looser. I have to thank that blue bird, Serara thought.

If it was meant to be, it was an itinerary to beg for an overnight inn in a mountain fort.

The fort also had accommodation for travellers.

But Serara, who had revealed the night in Piazza della, had passed the fort before noon, so he could say he missed his chance.

"Minori. Even this evening, camp, right?

"Yeah, well, there's no affordable lodging town around here."

"Tomorrow?

"I'm sure you'll get to Fuji early. Then we'll stay."

"Yeah, you're right"

Serara smiled heavily and agreed.

I could confirm the itinerary as I imagined it, and Minori was glad to think about it without pulling anything around it after all.

Eventually, the mountain path ended and the road widened gradually. There is still a gradient, but it becomes sloppy, and the dense woods change into cluttered woods. From the path with better prospects, Mount Fuji was well seen. Serara didn't know what that name was in this other world, but it was one of the best mountains in Japan in white snow, familiar.

"Mount Fuji."

"Oh, yeah. That's Spirit Peak Fuji."

Tonya and Lundelhaus raise their voices as if they had been haunted.

Even Serara feels excited somewhere. If you live in Japan and you can't believe it's Mount Fuji, you can see it on WebTV weather forecast more than once a month, and in fact, if the weather is good that it's from the city where Serara lived. It's not such a rare and noisy sight, and on second thought, it's not a real Mount Fuji because this is a different world.

Is it because you're Japanese that you still feel like you're kind of a special mountain? I don't know, Serara, but as for the fifty bells, "It feels like you're going on a journey!" I snorted at the word. I really thought it was like that.

In the shallow hours of the afternoon, the basal sounds converged as they flowed in the wind, and eventually Serara and the others went out to the coast. It was not a white sandy beach, but a blue-grey sea was still there, with the earlier pebbles of Serara's pinky fingers tightened. The coast is a very loose curve, stretching in the direction of the Cellars' progress.

The streets run parallel to the coast, but there was no clear distinction between the streets and the gravel coast around here, only as much as the dotted pine forests replaced the sandproof forests, which had no landmarks.

The sea was calm, and some boats were seen floating.

Maybe he's a fisherman from "The Landlord".

"You look like a chowder."

"But this one, the coast feels rough"

Serara and Minori shared their thoughts and rushed back to the shadow of Safaggin for both of us.

Luckily, of course, such a monster did not exist, and the two of us laughed.

"Give me this far and Saphir will be almost there."

"Has Mr. Dariella ever stayed?

"Yeah, I'm on my way home. A few times."

"Tomorrow, you're going to..."

"If you hurry, it will be in the middle of the night..."

To Minori's words, Serara and the others shook their heads.

Forbidden to impose. This is also a lesson learned from the journey.

But when that happens, we have to camp today. Serara asked about the empty mood. The wind above seems strong, but the air is clear, and it doesn't seem to collapse. That means the difficulty of camping is low. That's right, the coastline is scary, so you should find it somewhere wooden that's a little more inland and stop there. I feel like I've seen a little bit of it, and there's going to be as many cluttered woods as there are winds.

Sometimes the road that's going the most is the coast, and it's flat and easy to walk, and there are as many places as you can possibly camp, and it can quickly be dusk while you're lost like that.

"Then you won't be able to cook dinner..."

Serara thought around in her head.

It was Serara who bought dinner duty and left.

It's really hard to cook on a journey.

Before I went out, I was Serara, who had her arms brushed so tight by Chan Tai, but when it came to practice in this way, I couldn't even do half of the menu I was ideal for.

Outdoors without even a flat slab are too different from the kitchen.

I'm sorry I can only cook soggy dishes.

To tell the truth, the worries are quite off. When it comes to "food for the journey" among the "earthlings", it is a firm and heavy bread baked. Diluted wine or honey on top of that.

The meal that Sellara and the others make every time they camp is a soup for their taste is entirely the culture of the Adventurer's side, which is not common in this world. Serara and the others are just out of common sense, especially because they lived in the aftermath of the catastrophe near a cook who even did an outdoor dish called Captain Nyantai.

"Soup pasta"

and Serara turned red and snapped in a whisper.

If you make a soup with dried meat in the vegetables and the vegetables of the bottled soup purchased at Kurumi Yokocho, and add the leaf-shaped pasta roughly, it will be a soup that will also make you feel belly. And then with a little sour but apple mayo salad, do you manage to dress up? and Serara thought.

"On one plate, I guess it looks clueless after all..."

"That's not true. Warm soup is delicious."

Minori next door inspired me.

Serara laughs in a bit of pity. The desire to work as hard as Chan Tai is plentiful as it should be weighed at the dome stadium, but for a line that does not have a "magic bag", the ingredients and seasonings at hand are limited, and when cooking outdoors, it is often handy, such as managing cooking places and heat sources.

If you try to do something a little complicated, Serara is not often easily flat and fails. There's no excuse for a subposition to be a housekeeper more than equipped with an appliqué for his new wife, Apron Nyanta.

"You guys are close."

Dariella inquired with a soft look at the troubled serara and the encouraging minnoli.

"Because we're friends."

"You're my friend!

Fit in with Minori's reply as the fifty bells who were walking in front looked back and shouted.

"Is it the same, guild?

"Yeah. I'm not."

Serara replied. But I'm a friend. chest up with the feeling that

"Serara is the" Three Moons Alliance ". We belong to a guild called The Horizon of Records."

"Uh. I'm an unaffiliated, traveling vampire."

Roe2 also joined the conversation from your podium.

"If you don't mind me asking... For what reason are you against Minami?

"I'm not on my way to Minami. On the way to the Redstone Mountains | Go hunting for Steel Tail Dragon and Wyvern."

Touya is answering Dariella's question.

"Well. Is it" Steel Tail Dragon "...... You're a monster that could come down to the inside."

"Really? Minori."

"Sometimes, Mr. Siloe said that's what happens"

Um, and Serara twisted her neck.

According to Minori's illustration, I think Wyvern is a monster like a paper plane with grown hands and feet. If you're flying, you might come down to the crowd.

"And then, I guess, the tour"

When was the fifty bells coming down from the beginning said so?

"Tour, is it?

"I don't know what that is."

Speaking of which, Mr. Roe2 didn't have it.

Serara looked at the fifty bells in the mood for help, haunting her mind as to how she had explained it.

Fifty bells stood to hold the spear on his chest instead of the wand, ringing "It's a playing trip," with a gesture that would do the lute, one eye closed.

"Mr. Fifty Bells is a Bard."

"Eh heh. I'm half amateur."

"That's why we play music, mainly in the village and in the town."

"Well, play music?

Did you feel better about Darriella, who raised her voice as impressed, the Fifty Bells take the steps lightly as they were and flicker around.

"They still say that Akiba's Bloom Hall is a Locken Roller."

"Rockenroller?"

"Uh... I mean"

"In other words?"

"It looks good," Serara replied to Roe2's surprising question.

Minori, who had been laughing at it since earlier, blew it out and Serara desperately protested against such a minori. I wondered if it was a slightly weird explanation myself, so I couldn't stop my cheeks from turning red.

I rarely hear of rock and roller these days, and the fifty bells are worse with words that seem difficult to explain. Serara, who swelled her cheeks, found fifty bells with confirmation that they were right, but when she turned her shoulder and lowered the stroke from above to see if fifty bells didn't pass, she sang up one phrase with her mouth and posed.

The only thing that gives me sympathy for Serara is the wolf who gets squirted at her feet.

"Music activities are interesting."

"Yeah, that's kind of nice"

That's what Roe2 and Dariella represented, and so, Fifty Bells seemed to care.

"Bye, bye. I'll be at Saphir's, so watch."

"Perform?

"Hey, Minori. Isn't that nice?

Fifty bells poured in and asked Minori.

I plan on staying in Saphir's city for two nights. Because after cultivating his English in the city of Saphir, he will finally be divided into the Redstone Mountains. When we crossed the box rut, we met in the mountains, but we were still able to cross the street for trading. In the Redstone Mountains, you have to hunt, so you have to step through the worst, roadless mountain fields.

"I've been with Mr. Fifty Bells, too."

When Serara said so, Minori nodded like she was not worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's take a little time in the city of Saphir."

To be pushed back by words like that, for a moment until dusk, Serara and the others only proceeded with the itinerary.

◆

And the heralded concert that night was awesome.

Somehow everything seemed glorious, hot, and sexually loving in the highs of my chest every now and then. That's the dirt on the walls and even the owner of the clumsy inn.

The voice was much more stretched than usual, and > The Lute of Spirit Play, Ann Dee Floyd, was true to the Fifty Bells.

The eight-minute note marched over the five lines as if he had worn a rough hat, and concurred with the rhythm of Towya's slapping. Serara's footsteps organ (porta organ) accompanied her surprisingly expansive. Maybe it was because the white puppy was dying and pushing the pump. Even one song with a lute on Minori was fun.

There were failures, but they all disappeared, melting into the joy of a bubbling ocean of carbonation. Anyway, it was great.

"No more, no more."

"Miss fifty bells, don't go wild."

"Not rampaged."

"Okay. 'Cause I understand."

Lending his shoulders to the cafe terrace seat on the back of the inn, Lundell House shouts a shuddering voice, yet grates the meatless body of the fifty bells into a large chair. The only reason Lundell House looks kind of sparkly all the time is because tonight's concert was the best, not because I accidentally drank an alcoholic beverage.

It's late at night already.

The moon was rising high and there was a cool breeze.

This restaurant, also a large tavern (Tavern) in the city of Saphir, is well equipped and has a large terrace seat even facing the main street. Today's concert was so big that it opened all the armor doors and a large crowd of customers peered in from the outside of the store. The enthusiasm and stiffness remain in the store like fire, faintly reaching the ears of the fifty bells.

Nevertheless, that enthusiasm is already time for the tide to draw.

It should be more than five hours after sundown, and Minori and Serara are both flying white flags and pulling them up to the room they rented.

It is right that fifty bells, who unfortunately still played lute after returning to their guest seats, drank alcohol recommended as a treat by the people of the city and escorted them into the cool backyard.

"Look, Miss Fifty Bells"

"Yeah."

Fifty Bells, who also had a slight sense of reflection, took a sip of the water Lundelhouse had drawn for me at the well. It was still early in the month of March, and the city's well water, south of the spiritual peak Fuji, was so cold that my temples ached.

"Hehe hehe. Heh heh heh."

Fifty bells became fun and threw his torso out of his chair at a wood table placed on the terrace. The cheeks stick to the wooden skin and tingle, but that was a pleasant temperature for the lit body. It also felt good to have Lundell House nearby with me clamping my other chair and sitting back.

Keep your cheeks on and gaze towards the back yard.

Unlike Akiba, housing is not that overcrowded around here, even when it comes to the city. Some buildings utilize the ruins of the building, but that's enough to count in this city of Saphir, limited to this "snowdrop of the noble mountains" and so on.

The rest are mostly bungalows of wooden architecture, which also takes plenty of space between the house and the house. There are people who are equivalent to a garden or hedge, but that was many sizes that could be said to be vegetable gardens or miscellaneous woods.

There are wildflower blooming spaces and vegetable gardens, large latitudes, livestock huts, and wooden trees that do not leak into the example and are not maintained in this backyard either. The orange light leaking from the open back door of the tavern and the light of the moon pouring down from heaven illuminated the nature of the night, which, together, would become inky.

I wasn't sleepy, but when I just closed my eyes for a moment, my mind rose as the world seemed to circle. I wondered if it was because of the weak wind that I didn't feel colder than I thought, and I opened my thin eyes and Lundelhaus was scratching up my forehead with gloom in his eyes. He sits on a fifty bell wind as he wraps his cape around his body.

There was a gaze, and fifty bells inadvertently embarrassed me.

It's usually nothing, but sometimes I feel like this. Probably this magic. Pretending not to notice, with his toes, he gently kicked Lundell House's sitting chair.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, huh?

"Right."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Today was a good stage"

"Even today, right?"

"Today, too."

The fifty bells closed their eyelids again as the voice of Lundelhouse, which included a bitter laugh, sounded. Open your hands and hold the table. Its size was like a wood base. If you think so, your natural smile spills and your fingertips move.

"Miss Fifty Bells really likes musical instruments."

"I love it."

"Don't you still want to be a professional musician? You've been so focused on the tour."

"Yeah, that's right."

Fifty bells woke up physically and, sighing satisfactorily, saw Lundelhaus.

The lights in the liquor store leaked out the window, and that edged his blonde hair with a line of light.

Against the suspicious Lundell House, Fifty Bells began to speak.

"Mine, your father is. I might have told you, but I'm a professional musician. I'm a studio musician and I don't know what to explain... Uh, a professional during a professional performance of an instrument, so I guess that's good. To help a lot of people with their musical activities, you play where you record."

"Hmm. It's your father's blood and Kaoru's occasions that Miss Fifty Bells is so good at"

"Hahaha. No, he said it wasn't like that. Your father, um, he's a free man, he's a rock and roller. I look good. I messed up my long hair and got a leather jacket. Thin feet. Come on! I live in a little country town right now, but I'm pretty famous for that one. Some fans, some old fans."

Fifty bells drank another sip of water.

"Your father is so proud of me. Are you telling me about martial arts when I was younger? I'm talking about loading my musical instruments in a van I bought a part-time job and going on tour. Your father took a tour, too. That's what I've been doing since I left high school. Your father, who was a band kid, said that after he left school, he did a live house expedition on a part-time basis, and when he ran out of money, he worked part-time again and traveled around from Tokyo."

"Like us now?

"Yeah, yeah, that's the thing!

It was an admiration for the Fifty Bells and a sure hero.

"We're finally going to talk about stupid things, my father. I was in elementary school, and when I was young, I would be proud of how hot I was, how many of her I was, how far I went everywhere, and how poor I was. Buy a fender, borrow it, break it in two weeks and talk about it getting rampaged. Come on. I got off to the coast with my buddies, dressed up, and I ran down the beach, and I got into trouble talking about it. Stories about buying rice in a convenience store and eating it while raining under a bridge -"

Fifty bells will surely remember my father's face for telling me such a story.

With his boastful Niyaniya face, Fifty Bells had thrust such a father "disgusting, go away already" and so on, but he really couldn't wait to be jealous.

"I don't have much money, and a live house is, uh, I mean, it's a tavern like today, right? He used to play in that tavern, get a dime, and let me sleep on the floor of the livehouse's barn. Unlike us, it was a man's journey, so we had a fight right away. But then we can't do the next concert, so we'll make up, and then we'll take the van again and head to another city."

"Yeah."

Lundelhaus nods small to show me he's just saying he's listening. And the fifty bells, reassured by it, speak of my father again.

"That's how my dad rocked and rolled and made his major debut."

"What's a major debut?

"Distribute music from a record company - uh. I mean, uh," Fifty Bells searched for the words of explanation, but it didn't work, and omits them thoughtfully. "I mean, I became a famous musician. So many songs from your father's band play around the city."

You're not lying, are you? and fifty bells inspected their explanations.

Probably would have passed on about nuances.

"That's amazing."

"It's amazing. Oh, look. Wataru.... but"

The light of the moon was blue and white, and the night was clear, enveloping fifty bells and Lundell House.

"Major debates are amazing, but the world we were in, its amazing people, there are a lot of them. More than a hundred major debuts each year. Once you get famous, you can't. There are a lot of people who can no longer sell. So did your father."

I can't sigh.

"That's why your father became a studio musician. It wasn't a major debut route, but you've always wanted to do it. Never heard of it, but I think it is."

"I still think Miss Fifty Bells has your father's blood, and you're making a major debut."

"Yeah, he said no. Major debates are professional."

"But I was happy listening to you live today. The song of the day seemed to stain, kindly, all the time. Aren't you happy you're singing?

'Cause it is.

Stuck in words.

"That's not what I am. Well, of course, I like lute. Love it. Because you sing. But compared to your father, I don't know. Because I'm a pervert who can say sleep with that one guitar or something... Besides, look, I'm not talented."

……

"That's what your father says."

The signs of Lundelhaus were like blame. I know what you're trying to say. I guess he looks like he's on the run. But I have something to say to the fiftieth bell. Music is not always music. I'm not used to professionals just because I admire them.

I think it's something that people with talent can do hard to get to the starting point. Even your father couldn't be a star. Fifty bells have heard of the father's hardship and stupidity. It's not like we can make cheap deals.

"But you see, I love music."

Fifty bells deliberately said in a bright voice, changing the air.

"Yeah."

"It was fun today, wasn't it? Everyone was happy. The old ladies are like me, but they give me a treat. Praised and praised, I'll be Tengu."

"I love the Miss Fifty Bells song, too."

"Because Rudy was the first to say it to me. I was willing to play in front of everyone, and this is how I could say tour. I'm not a big deal at all. But this is how I can play it."

"The music played by Miss Fifty Bells is wonderful. We all know that. You're the one who doesn't understand."

Lundelhaus, with a slightly angry expression, blocked the words of fifty bells.

With that tenacious look on his face, he looked much more adult than usual, and the fifty bells that were afraid of it tried to deceive him, "Again, Rudy is sweet," but his open mouth was weighed down at the fingertips of the whispered Lundell House.

"Instruments, songs, playing... sounds, scales - 42 is 42"

"Huh?"

"42."

"Huh?"

"Music (42)"

"What's wrong, Rudy?

Not too briefly passed, Lundelhaus grinned, too gentle to pierce the center of the chest of the fifty bells. Fifty bells could only stare at Lundelhouse's expression, forgetting his fingertips, which had been gently unloaded.

"There are a few things I found out when I became an 'adventurer'. The Adventurer will have the protection of the Spirit, right? Adventurers don't speak the language of" earthlings ". You know what it means, you can hear it, and you can just automatically change and say what you know."

Fifty bells nodded without even knowing what it meant.

Fifty bells had no idea what Lundelhouse was about to talk about.

"In the words of the Earthlings, music (42) and 42 (music) are together."

I guess we're talking about automated translation features. I know that, but I don't know what you're trying to say, and the fifty bells hung their necks with chest noise.

"For us, there's only 42 pieces of music. In this world, there are only songs in that number. That's all our ancestors ever wrote, and we can't make new songs.... Hey fifty bells. We really love the songs you sing, the songs you scream with joy."