Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Back at the inn, Lorraine and the old man were talking amicably.

"... I mean, an alien is the ability to sleep in any human being?

"That's what I think. It's just that there are people who can and cannot use it, like talent, for example. It's the same thing as magic and chi. But the alien is treated differently..."

"Are you talking about it...?

"… probably a historic problem. In old times, when magic and minds weren't in people's hands, the psychics were still born. How do you think they were treated by humans who were once powerless?

"... persecuted?

"Right. I'm sure... but that wasn't all. persecution, but may have treated him as a chosen one, and in some cases as a god."

"But now, as for the treatment of the aliens..."

"Of course, yeah. You know what I mean. What was seen in common values in all cases. I mean...?

"As the name suggests, you mean"

"A boulder. Yes... the alien... who possessed that ability was treated as a foreign object. That doesn't change in any case. So..."

"Nowadays, magic, chi, etc. are invisible, but some elucidated power of theory and reason is widespread to the public. By doing so, the inexperienced (...) power has been omitted"

"Well... that's unfortunate. Think about it. And all of a sudden a man of my power shall be born in the neighbourhood. No one has the power to thank you... it's more impossible."

"... well spoken, ok..."

After hearing more or less about it, me and Augley get inside the room.

Lorraine and the old man would naturally have noticed our proximity with that skill.

But there was something we wanted to talk to each other about, I think.

He wants to explore the truth about the aliens, and also tell them what's true.

I guess the old man still has nowhere more hostile to go.

In a way with us, maybe he's got a lot of thoughts for me.

"Oh, you're home. So, did you make a solid report on your request?

That's what the old man asks me, and I'm kind of afraid I don't feel too uncomfortable.

I don't know.

Is it because I have recognized that it is the same, foreign object from society?

I'm a demon, and the old man is an imbecile.

Exactly the same, if not the very root of its existence is exposed, it is persecuted.

I answer the old man with a kind of bitter smile.

"Oh, they're all quite praised enough. I was told he was particularly good at plant collection."

"Well, I hadn't looked into the details of the request, but did I receive such a thing"

"Feilongtian Hemp Collection."

"That's a lot of antipyretic stuff. Did you root and collect it?

"That's exciting, Grandpa. Exactly."

That said, Seylane, who was sitting on her knees at the end, blurred.

"I know how to make medicine, Grandpa. When I was little, I used to pick my life up with my grandfather's pills."

Say that.

"Well, did you remember that? I thought I'd completely forgotten about that to see my attitude these days."

"You can't forget!... because I owe you my life."

So, Sai Lane holds her knees again and she gets stuck.

Really from mowing, young.

Says the old man with a laugh as he watches "Seylane" like that.

"It's a period of rebellion. Now it's only seventeen..."

"Seventeen! You were younger than I thought..."

Augley shouts a surprise.

It has a pretty luscious vibe, so I thought it was about the mid-twenties.

You look older, I'm not saying you have a strong demonic colour... I guess because that's how it is.

But if you ask me, and I observe that face again, the makeup is thick, but the original facial makeup does look still, quite young.

"Well, from that kind of thing. I thought we were going to do it one by one. From me and Goblin, I don't know what it feels like to be a grandson or a daughter..."

Lorraine in that word,

"When you organize a party in your organization, do you mean that it will last long enough for such a relationship to be established?

"Well, yeah. In other words, the person in the highest position… in this case, I will go looking for and scouting for the psychics everywhere. And he that is scouted shall be under the Shinigami. Would you somehow know when it comes to building a family-like assembly and building iron ties?

"I see... then there are other people in Goblin and Seylan?

"Right. I didn't bring the others because I thought these three would be enough this time, but I have other people. Others... I don't know. I do not know so much about those who belong to the faction. I can't tell you."

In other words, I guess it feels like the alien tissue to which the old man belongs, is a combination of several quadrangular cone structures.

At the top of it, do you mean that there is their boss, but not so much interaction with other populations?

There will be some degree of willingness communication, or consideration of not wearing a job, but it doesn't mean we're close enough to fully disclose our abilities, he said.

I can guess that's how it is.

"As you can imagine from the current story, if I were to interrupt this visit, I would be a different faction from ours. I mean, there's a good chance you won't listen to me. Be careful about that."

"It's another noisy story..."

Lorraine slaps him in the forehead, but there's nothing he can do about all this.

"Well, don't just hope Goblin wraps up the story well... that could end with nothing"

From my luck, I also find that quite subtle...

No, no, that's not true.

I decided to think it was because of a bad feeling or something.