Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"Emergency contact from Opus 03. Emergency contact from Opus 03. Central, come in. Repeat -"

'... this is Central, Opus 01. Communication sensitivity, extremely good. Opus 03, please contact me'

"What is it, Uni? Is your husband busy?

"Yes, I am currently overseeing multiple projects. I am currently in charge of the central office. '

"Then tell your husband from you. Warrior Request, an unexpected big man out, asking for at least an Opus series dispatch,"

'... puzzling. Have you identified any threats in the area that might be beyond your control?

"No, you're not, Uni. It's not out of hand. I just don't have enough hands. You know?"

"… I have grasped it. Be sure to tell your husband and ask for your permission. I'd like you to continue with your original assignment until the next contact."

"Got it. Opus 03 will serve on his original assignment until he is separated. Over."

'I wish you a good fight. Over'

"Damn, I'm being impotent. And Birche. I can't believe you went hunting alone and got lost in the Black Forest."

"Shut up, Chaga. I didn't want to leave, either."

Freshly freed from the sermons of the long old men, Barchet turned that way from his boyfriend, who had tried to speak more softly on this.

If you look up over your head, the sun hanging over Jomtien pours out a dazzling light. Looking around, surrounded by the white trees of the trunk, the houses of the bungalows on the straw soil walls dot.

On the roof of the building and the branches of the trees, the birds sang and told them that the tranquility felt in their ears was never lonely.

Flowing around is an air of peace that was somewhere orderly while idle.

This is where the Whittes live, the elves who live in the birch forest.

Since then, Birche has returned to the woods as the night dawns, saying goodbye to Dry. If I could, I wanted to introduce her to those inside who said she was my benefactor, but that was apologized for by the dry of the day. If the people of the elves take the remnants inside, it means they will have a handicap. Surely it will be important to the Witte people, such as the adventurer - its slave to be exact - is coming right next to the junction. Adventurers have not once or twice vandalized herbs that can be picked in the woods.

Sure, unlike unintelligent beasts, they also pick as much herbs as necessary, leaving them behind later, but that's because crushing the flock is also a loss for the adventurer side. If those inside picked up more of the herbs that were picked up, that would destroy them all. All I have to do is cry and fall asleep. Foster families with such experience. Just because I saved Birche's life, it was suspicious how much he would welcome the dry.

"- So Bache. I'm an absolute secret to the people inside.

That's what Dry and I promised.

Birche kept a secret. The ancients persistently asked how they revealed the night outside the birch guard, but also insisted that they had spent time lurking in the natural wind pit. I didn't think it was going to be that far and confidential, but the promise is absolute.

"Hey, if I barchet"

To the call of Chaga, ha-ha. Apparently, in retrospect of what happened up to yesterday, my mind was also comic.

"I'm sorry, I was a little bumpy."

"Maybe, are you tired?... That's right. What a scary place to be alone in the Black Forest."

Say it, Chaga clouding your expression.

I did feel tired. But that was part of the sermon that was given earlier. Instead in the woods, it was something that made me feel as comfortable as I was inside, thanks to the fact that I made it dry.

"Rather, it's harder to be forbidden to go hunting for a while than that. They even took it up to the bow."

"Yeah? Normally, that's it?

"'Take advantage of this and make it look like the other daughters'. You're making fun of me."

It was an angry word to think about.

If this is about being stuffed with immaturity as a hunter, I can still tell. Because it's also a good place to be uncomfortable, such as going deep into prey and getting lost outside. But the adults didn't even try to admit that Birche was a hunter. That piece of meat I brought with me as a sign that I had laid down a big pig who made a scene in the woods. I was happy to receive it. Totally ridiculous.

It's also a shame they took the bow away. That bow is the beloved bow that Birche has been using for the last decade with extended hands and feet. Once upon a time, it was with that bow that he killed a big bear three metres tall. It's easy to handle, and most importantly, it's attached. Unlike meat that will disappear if you eat it, you will return all of that one sooner or later, but the sense of loss like being deprived of a part of your body is hard to bury. I was distracted when I thought I was going to hang out with this temper for a while to come.

"It's a shame. I thought your next hunt was gonna look absolutely useful, but you're gonna keep it for a while."

"What are you talking about, Chaga? You can't have a bow and your feet are slow."

Birche says it back without even hiding a shudder. It was a bad consolation. When it comes to Chaga, there are few helpful attempts in previous hunts. The magic arm is good, so I can treat my injuries, but Barchet has never been out hunting before. Yet overprotective, this boy uses a great deal of magic on even a few scratches. She always says, "If you spit on it, it will heal."

Chaga laughed powerlessly, "Ha ha..." as if he was hurt a little, but immediately gave him a confident look.

"But which way. Yesterday, I finally got a purpose to help you."

That's what he says, stretching his chest and hiking his ears.

From this mouthfeel, I guess I could do the extra math. Hunting skills such as bowing and walking in the woods don't improve overnight, so maybe he even wore some new magic.

And yesterday is the same day Birche went hunting pigs. If you didn't think it was unusual to follow me then, you seemed to have worked out your own ideas.

"Huh? When you say that much, you're a little concerned. I want you to see what you're doing and what you're doing."

"I thought I'd say that. Then why don't we go to the square?"

Quick as I can tell, Chaga stood first and ran out. Birche also follows a small run.

I wonder what he knitted up for the hunt? I just said the degree of anticipation and anxiety is half, but I still remember something to put my forefinger on. I realized that I still like to hunt.

As I pursued his back, I felt a little depression clear.

... at this time.

"Hey, they say Chaga's gonna do something!

"Anything, he knitted a technique to help him hunt!

"Really? That Chaga?

"I'm going to show it to Birche now!

At some point in the square, the elves of a remarkable young man were gathered. There are still young moments when passion and blood cannot be suppressed, even when it comes to the elves who prefer quiet and order.

The number of wild horses is about ten. They are all young people around the age of one hundred, with two of their favorite daughters mixed in.

Birche whispers softly as he feels uncomfortable in his surrounding gaze.

"Hey, Chaga. People are watching me, but are you okay?

"I'm fine. It's not like you use attack magic to hurt someone."

"No, I'm not... I was wondering if you'd be nervous and toss the chant"

"... Bache. What do you think of me? No, don't tell me. Mostly because I imagined it."

Chaga sighed deeply at the suspicions that arose in this gaze.

"What are you two talking about?"

"It's an excuse to show you how to do it, it's actually a confession of love or something!

"But that was from Birche, wasn't it?

"So did you say it from Birche's side?

"Shit, passionate!

Something's going wrong with the way the wild horses talk.

Birche shouts out loud.

"Shut up, you guys! There's no reason for that!

"" Yeah...... "

"Why do you look so sorry... besides, my lover is a bow and a beast. I'm not gonna lose my depression on sex!

"It's a lie! Plus meat!

"Meat, meat! Meat lover, Birchey!

"Yea! about meat, you guys want to eat it too!?

Cohon and Chaga cough in the midst of a neglected fuss.

"Um... can I get started now?

"Oh, right. Even when I'm dealing with them, I don't have any kiri..."

I distance myself from Chaga, who somehow began to prepare for the surgery, feeling more and more tired.

The young men inside also shifted to him the spearhead of interest as to what they would do.

"Well, how about that?" Take my covenant, my compatriot. Follow the price I gave you and bring it here: … "

After that, the fine chant continued for a while.

If Chaga is right, it was only yesterday that we met. It is freshly remembered magic. In order to be complete, some people would have had to cast all the established spells.

The gathering of people around them is also keeping their voices down and watching what happens. Because disrupting chanting in the wild and elsewhere can sometimes create unexpected obstacles due to outbursts.

Eventually, the spell goes to a good place.

"Come, my squire! - Sammon Familia: Ah!

The moment I finished the spell and tied the seal, the ground glowed.

No, what glowed was the magic formations painted on the ground with magic. Space flexes in its center, something pops up.

It's a beast. Beast of the woods, with dark grey fur.

wolf, is.

When the light subsided and the magic formation went out, he was only meditating and drooling his neck, as one wolf later showed subordination.

"Whoa, whoa! What the hell is this?

"Maybe...... summoning magic!?

"Wow! It's not magic that Bubba and I haven't even taught you!

"Do it, Chaga!

Cheered by the audience, Chaga snaps her eartips with a seemingly dazzling face.

And I turned to Barchet and gave him a good grin.

"What do you think? I signed a deal with one of the wolves in the woods to make him my user demon. This guy has a good nose, and a small prey can hold him back. Big guy like Birche is always hunting on boulders, but it's great instead of momentum."

……

Birche said nothing and was staring at the wolf.

The wolf, who has become a demon of use, when he unravels the beast's unraveled attitude of obedience, puts his ass on the ground with Petan to make an adult. There's no reason to tongue her to get used to this one, or to strip her fangs like she knows it, but she sits still silently. That even seemed like another creature in the form of a wolf at the earliest.

Strange about the boulder, Chaga peeks into this face.

"What's wrong, Birche? You look scared and you shut up."

"Oh, oh, nothing"

"Nothing... no response to that? I've had a hard time remembering magic and helping this girl."

"I'm not, I'm surprised and I think it's amazing. I can't use this magic on me, and I'm sure this kid will help me hunt..."

- But I'm not happy at all.

That was Birche's untrue feelings.

Away from the herd, unfailing wild instincts and waving his tail at the hunter. This is more of a dog than a wolf. No, it's just gargoyle with blood. I even think that the way it is is is unnatural and contrary to the diet to which the elves should be subjected.

I think it's pure and narrow on top of that. I didn't know Chaga could do anything for herself to get to know her technique and honestly be happy to show her that she got this demon...

As he did so, one of his daughters, who was watching, approached him with an interesting face.

"Hey, can I touch this kid? You're not gonna bite me, are you?

"Oh, yeah. If you do something that hurts too much, you defend yourself against boulders. If it's enough to stroke..."

"Wow, it's true -!

In front of Birche's eyes, the wolf is caressed by his inner daughter. Not even, I even rolled over with Goron to show him when I could get my hand in my belly. I turned my belly up. As a hunter I fought them many times threatening the inside, it was an incredible sight.

(Chaga...... this is definitely not a wolf)

I'm even getting sad watching.

The wolf was a beast to love for Bache. If it increased, it threatened the inside, even the opponent with bows and arrows pointed many times, but even paid tribute to its bravery and strength, cunning, and merciful appearance of the flock. Wherefore when they hunted, they were bound to eat meat. The young people came to eat the stinky, unsavory meat of the wolves with the pious, old, hard-working adults. Believe me it's a courtesy to be proud of.

But to the demon who was this wolf, I don't feel it. Even if you die, you won't think of the wreckage as meat.

- Because this is not a beast anymore, it's a tool.

- If you die, you can't be meat.

- If it breaks, it's just a wreck.

It was sad for Barche to think so, and not feel that the thought was a mistake.

"Birche, what happened just now?... hey, aren't you happy?

"No, that's not..."

That's not true. That's just one word I couldn't say.

If I tell you, I even feel like everything would be a lie, both the pride Birche has had so far and the memory of his battle with the beasts he has hunted.

"I'm sure you're overgrown, so I'm worried it'll help."

"Ha, maybe so!

"Could Chaga's weakness have infected the demon?

The young people around them laugh at the misunderstanding of Bachelor's floating grief.

To the words, Chaga seemed quite angry.

It's not like he's warm, he frowns upside down and roughs up his voice.

"That's not true! You follow orders properly, and you're dividing magic from me, so your body functions are up. Look at that. Now let me make a better move than a wild wolf -"

"Chaga!"

Unexpectedly, he was controlling him with a tough voice.

I don't want to see wolves treated like toys anymore. The thought made her speak up.

Chaga looks at her strangely.

It was as if I didn't understand why Birche made such a voice.

"Chaga, I'm glad you did your best to help me with the hunt. But... I don't think this is the case."

I said it, and Birche regrets it.

I'm sure Chaga will get hurt. You are so confident, you are denied the technique you have worn through hard work. Thinking about it, she can't help remembering the bitter things too, having spent so much time with him. But that was a necessary regret.

If I watched Chaga continue to use wolves as tools like this, I would always feel more distressed than this. I say worse things myself. So you should firmly communicate your thoughts on your hunt and the beasts within the present. That's what I think, keep the word going.

"Barche? What?"

"Just listen to me.... This guy will certainly help with the hunt. I've seen the beast for years and I can tell. I'm still young now, but I'll be bigger and stronger than any of them. But hunting with this, I'm sure I'm not having fun"

"Why... are you saying that?

Chaga returned the words as if obstinately.

The people around them also show confusing colors in the clouds that have begun to get suspicious.

"'Cause doesn't this kid look pathetic? They took me out of the herd, tied me up in magic..."

"No, Birche... I made an equal pact with this wolf. I also tried to connect my life with magic instead of food so that I wouldn't starve even if I couldn't get my prey. They won't be hunted because they follow us. What's so pathetic about that?

"Being made to obey, in itself. It's not the way a wolf is, like being able to obey someone other than the head of a flock."

"I don't know why, Barche..."

I resent the awkwardness of my words.

How can you not say things more plainly? Is there any softer way to say it?

Though I do, I twist my head diligently and squeeze words.

"And Chaga, this isn't how I think I am as an elf either. Elves are on par with nature. So sometimes things don't work out for each other, they hurt each other, they kill each other. At its end is the hunt. But is there praise and joy in the hunt because you stand on its arrow? The act of obeying a natural creature that is supposed to be reciprocal and causing it to stand in front of itself is not an elf hunt."

Behind Birche's brain, a silver brilliance returns.

A benefactor who saved my life yesterday was carrying something around.

A testament to the bond gained on behalf of the family that perished.

But it was - at the same time - the birthplace of an idea that was never compatible with Bache.

(Excuse me, Mr. Dry...)

Step on Chaga's generosity and another hindsight overlaps.

"Submit them instead of granting asylum. That's... the same thing as hanging a collar. I can't put a collar on someone equal to myself."

It was also a word of outright denial of the benefactor's way of life.

"So... Chaga. If you can, why don't you untie him and send him back to the herd?

……

Chaga's expression was full of confusion and sadness.

I was slashed and abandoned for incompatibility with my efforts to this day and their achievements.

If I were to be done the same, I would be angry and sad.

Still, I couldn't help but say. Otherwise, because Birche will no longer be Birche.

Chaga opened her mouth quietly.

"Birche."

"What?"

"If you take this wolf back to the woods and it starts raiding inside, will you hunt?

"... hunt"

"If you hunt, kill... you eat?

"Eat"

"Why not? Wolf meat tastes bad."

"They will, too, because if they kill me, they will. So I will, too. It's a tribute to the other person."

"... to the habit of hunting even birds and deer"

"If the elves die, the wreckage goes back to the woods to fatten the grass. And they'll eat it."

"It doesn't make sense, Barche."

"It's a dish, not a reason, Chaga"

And the hunter of the elves without obeying that dish - he can't make himself up. That's what Birche believed.

Chaga shakes her neck sideways several times in a ragged manner.

"I knew I didn't get it, Barche..."

……

"I can't believe that being able to magically obey a wolf is worse than hunting and eating"

"... right"

Understand that the story has become a goodbye to the word.

At the same time, it also meant that the thought of hunting between the two of them was decidedly eaten wrong.

And

"Then that's enough"

"Birche?"

"... I'm not going hunting with you anymore"

You can't hunt with someone who can't share that line.

This was not a question of skill or compatibility.

Living in a birch forest, the issue of pride as an elf hunter.

... I couldn't hunt with him any more than I had made a difference there.

Birche turns his back on him and walks out.

"Wait!

Chaga's voice hangs on his back.

As he passed, one of the wild horses jumped off into a big haul.

She leaves the square intact.

On this day, she was taken up her bow and let go of her fellow borrowers together.

"Chaga, don't be so depressed"

"Well, if they jump so badly, they won't be able to..."

"But isn't this clear? That hunting madness doesn't suit you."

"Hey, that's not how you say it!?

The young men, who had previously seen the Chaga left in the square, comfort themselves with their mouths.

It's unsolicited, Chaga thought.

Until just now, you stood still.

On the other hand, I also find it ugly to think so about my selfishness.

I honestly can't take one consolation and I can't stand what they think. Maybe that's what touched Birche's eclampsia.

"Still, don't you think I don't have that attitude?

"Right. You don't know what that means."

"I knew it was off somewhere, didn't I, that girl?"

"It's a girl, but she's putting it up in a hunt or something, so will it be?

The two daughters elves do whatever they want to say to the good that they are not in person.

My daughter in one of these places didn't really like Chaga.

I just have that side to myself, it's extra.

After all, I prefer someone who can say clearly in front of me what I want to say.

For example...... like Birche.

"Barche......"

"Kah! Is that what you're telling me?

"Chaga is seriously ill too..."

"I can't help it."

Even so, I can't help it because I like what I like.

Chaga has always liked Birche.

Watching the pleasant footsteps when I went hunting seemed to make me feel up to this one. The side that seemed to cut off when I touched it when I squeezed my bow was difficult to invade and beautiful as if it were a goddess in the woods.

She was strong and often scolded herself for her footsteps, but she never treated her evil and never drove her back to accompany her precious hunt.

But that's the end of everything today.

Chaga pissed her off and hurt her more than that. More importantly, the belief that it would do her good undermined the pride of Barchet's cherished hunter.

He said he was the best than anyone, and he kept seeing her hunt.

"Cheer up, Chaga. I don't think you said that wrong, do you?

"Yes, yes. Hunting is a mission to protect the forest and the inside. I don't need any extra aesthetics there."

"He said it was a barbaric logic to kill the beast with his own bow."

Chaga doesn't think she's wrong either.

Beasts driven from the black woods and strayed into birch woods, while increasing year after year. For in the outside world men have sown forests, and the demons have been pushed into the back, and the beasts have no place. As it was, the burden on the hunters inside increased. So the power that helps us hunt like demons should be actively used.

This idea should be correct. That's all I can say with confidence.

- Are you sure?

Birche's words were still in my ear.

'Submit them instead of applying asylum. That's... the same thing as hanging a collar. I can't hang a collar on someone equal to myself'

Elves are on par with nature, which is why they shouldn't be tied up, she says.

'Cause doesn't this kid look pathetic? I was taken out of the herd, bound by magic...'

"To be made to obey, in itself. It's not the way a wolf is, like being able to obey someone other than the head of a flock. '

And the beast that was wronged was unhappy, she said.

I think back to that word. So my correctness becomes irreconcilable.

Because in the hunting grounds, she was always more right.

Because she knew the beasts better, too.

…………

The user demon wolf summoned by Chaga continues to maintain a standby position as he awaits orders.

I wonder what he thinks.

Do you think you're right to let them follow reason, or do you think she's right to kill them along order?

The wolf's eyes were cold and inorganic, and he kept bouncing back Chaga's query like a mirror.

"Sometimes it was unusual. I can't believe you got into a fight with Chaga, and you're back in a shithole."

That's how my father spoke to Barchet, who is sinking into his own bed in a depressing mood.

Teasing voices have an atmosphere of rare and unusual fun.

Her father was still an excellent hunter, but sometimes makes a peek at these ageless, elf-like naiveties. I would normally almost leak a bitter laugh at that cheerfulness, but I wasn't in the mood for a raw hatred today.

"According to what I heard, you could have rubbed anything with a difference in how you think about hunting?

"... Yes"

There is no tension in my voice to answer. It is like a chopped bow of strings.

It was the first time I had lived for nearly a hundred years that I felt so sinking.

Though my body is heavy and I can't move as if, in my head, my thoughts are going to glue around everywhere and my eyes are going to turn.

Even against my father, who is ahead as a hunter at the sight, I don't even get the energy to look up and show him.

My father said without even adhering to his daughter's lawlessness.

"But what? I thought if you were a woman, you'd be playing with your bow, thinking hard inside and hunting. Do not despise the beasts of the field, but revere them as enemies equal to yourselves. That is truly the elf hunter. I don't even see it in young men today, I think it's a fine concern, huh?

"Father..."

It is a praise with no multiplication.

That was supposed to be a joyous word.

But why? Birche doesn't feel any lighter.

As an elf, as a hunter, Birche has always done what he thought was right.

What about the results? Yesterday I followed my prey deeply to expose myself to incompetence, and today I was blamed for it and lost my bow. And I broke up with a friend who had been taking me hunting for years.

Not very much, but I don't see myself as a fine hunter right now.

My head got cold and I just felt like I could afford to skip around, even more so.

And I understand what Chaga is saying.

These days the number of beasts has increased, and sometimes even skilled hunters are hunting more to burn their hands. Thinking of the neighborhood, even if it was somewhat against nature's management, we need the power to protect the hunters and protect them - the muscles are through.

The killing is tragic. Eating that meat is even more miserable, even though it is neither delicious nor necessary to live. So tying and subjugating with contract and imposition should be a more sensible measure than killing and eating - this is also through.

However, the muscles Barchet has put through so far have been different from those.

That's why I jumped at Chaga's generosity.

"Hey, don't you think this is a good opportunity, Birche?

When I was thinking about it, my father said something strange.

Opportunity? What is opportunity? Do you even ask me to be a woman from now on, as the hard-headed old men say? But my father just praised Birche's attitude to hunting earlier. I don't think so.

"To my mind, you and Chaga didn't fit in originally. There are differences in hunting arms, and the first temperament is too different. When the confiscated bow returns, why don't you look for someone else?"

The proposal was unexpected.

Sure enough, Chaga has a foothold. I suck at bowing and tracking, and I can't even say I'm keen on hunting myself. He is just a man who somehow sticks to Birche's ass so that a chick walking on his head follows his parent bird.

Combining with another hunter over someone you can't rely on that much is also a natural decision if you think about it.

In a larger hunt in Rigurumi than before, I have not worked with other hunters once or twice. Because at the judgment of the ancients, those who lack skill cannot be added to mountain hunting. Chaga has only come with her personal, small hunt.

……

Still, she's been working with him.

No matter how far Birche ran, Chaga cursorily but always followed, and he honestly listened to me aside from the attention and the novels that kept it alive.

When you're another man, it's like no. Surely his strength and bow arms will be above his. But if you look at it from Birche, it's also a good place to compare Dongri's back. Even so, they complain that as soon as Birche is more active in hunting than they are in hunting, they are "in the habit of women". Let me tell you something from her, it was you who wanted to curse "to the habit of a man". No matter how weak and small and pitiful this is, isn't Chaga, who eats down with his guts, much more masculine?

"... I don't like it."

So that was her answer.

All hunters whose barches are recognized are older men, and they mostly have wives or lovers like that. Barchet, a young daughter in a bend, should not come near it, either in terms of the code inside or from her moral point of view.

So, what about my father? He also has friends who have been hunting with him for years. It can't be like letting it go and working with my daughter, and I won't tolerate their hunter's pride.

But even if those impossibilities go through by mistake. Again, Birche was good to work with Chaga.

I finally figured it out about yesterday. He said the right person for him was Chaga after all. Her hunt is too fast, and too much momentum because of her youth. That's why it's so hard to go deep and get lost in the Black Forest. In that regard, Chaga says that instead of the hunting arm being blind, there is the intellectual depth and prudence of the woods. Because he was behind us and wouldn't let her go far, that's why he kept hunting safely until yesterday.

Besides, he was the one who most admitted to her hunting. Even when I laid down the bear on the run out, only Chaga gave me praise for Birche's wisdom and courage as everyone else slandered him for recklessness and savage courage. Iroha of the hunt also knew, in an unknown habit, just how much downward examination and ingenuity she had in her fulfillment with the bear, even when she asked about the situation back and forth.

I thought Chaga was my biggest understander and my best friend.

Yet, as hunters of the Witte tribe, it was more important than anything else, that they interacted differently with nature.

So I can't work with Chaga anymore.

Though - Bache didn't like to work with guys other than Chaga.

"Birche, you..."

On my daughter's answer and stubborn face, my father drips his ear like trouble.

"Hey, just for the record, your bow won't be far back, will it? I can't afford to let a hunter like you play in the woods these days."

"Really?

"Do I need to throw up a lie?... but there are conditions for this. Never go hunting alone in the future. Grandma and Grandma, they say things with their mouths, but why are they buying your arms? That's what this is about. Then a brilliant young man runs wild on his own, and I want to avoid it."

In short, I'm going to need a sponsor.

"Then I apologize. A man of his age who is not strange to work with me is only lightweight from my point of view. If this one's out of blood and it's like yesterday, the other one comes with it. I die, and the people I put together die."

It was straight up that the hunters guarding the inside would both die at the same time.

That's why Bache needs Chaga, who will never let him do that.

"How can you think so much, but you can't even think about going hunting? This girl..."

"It would be Father's blood. The other side blurred," All parents and children... "

"Son of a bitch, what the fuck are you blowing on my kid?"

So, my father turns back.

"So what do we do? Big foods like the one that hang from the boulder will call for you, but you won't be able to hunt anything else. And I have to go hunting and work out from time to time, my arms just keep rusting. You won't be able to help anything, you won't be able to hunt."

So I managed to look after my partner, my father says.

Birche's answer had been decided.

"Well, I'll work with Chaga one more time"

"What?"

My father turned his eyes round. I doubt my ears, but my long ears are sticking.

That's why Birche repeatedly said.

"I'll combine with him again"

"Don't be stupid...... You're breaking up today because you don't think the right way about hunting, right? And yet again, you want to work with it? Again? Is that what you said?

"Yes. I said it.... I mentioned to Chaga the idea of believing that I was right on that occasion. Sooner or later you'll understand what I'm saying. I'll put it together again when that happens."

"I don't know... Why are you holding Chaga? He's..."

"Because he's the man I need."

Tell me, I realize.

Yeah, I carry a bow and arrow in my hand, and if he holds me back, I don't need anything else to hunt.

If I'd said that from the beginning, Chaga wouldn't have had to do anything pathetic to that wolf either.

To Birche's answer, his father looked up to heaven in great esteem.

"Hey, it's Birche...... Never say a line like that outside, huh?

"Of course. I wish I knew."

"No, it's not. I'm not, I'm not..."

Say it, shake your head to the side a few times.

The father's trick was strange, and Birche tilted his neck.

My father corrects his prestige when he coughs. The casual Father turned himself into a skilled hunter in an instant.

"... well, fine. If you've decided who you want to put together, I'm not asking you to look for a new one. But I'm a Witte hunter, too. I do not intend to have a magician who does not respect nature and subjugates the beast with his precious daughter. Because that's a technique that went against the management of the elves, so Bubba inside didn't teach the children either. So, you can't admit it unless Chaga returns the wolf to the woods where he admitted his mistake and made it into a demon. That's the deal from me."

"It's... I know"

I knew they would say that, but I couldn't help but be aware that I was going to feel heavier.

Chaga also reached out to the magic outside the teachings because she was inside and doing it for herself. Unlike the people who were innocently happy to see the surgery, it would never have been a lifetime feeling. I can see that from what Birche said about his beliefs, he expressed a muscular dissent.

He is also a proud Witte man, albeit weak. Will you live with what I have to say? No, would you forgive Birche for exaggerating in the first place that he would not hunt with me any more on his own? It was in front of the young men who came to see him that we broke up with him. In public, he was outright denied the fruits of generosity and hard work. The pride would have been hurt, and the trust he had placed in himself could have been wiped out.

What if...... I take it to form it again and they say I don't like it?

When I think about it, my firm feelings until just now are shaken, and that body is heavy again, and the discomfort of its fluttering head strikes me.

Birche finds out Chaga's eyes were always calm and gentle. Yet even if I remember him now, all I can think of is that sad and perplexed color. What if they say, "Let's stop it now" with those eyes? No, after a little while, I've already run out of love for Barche, and I might not say no that kindly. Maybe the next time I saw him, what was in his eyes was feelings of contempt and disgust for a selfish woman.

Chaga's eyes in his imagination overlap that Cyclops monocular eye that was looking down at him.

... Scary.

As scary as yesterday, when demons nearly killed me, or more.

I have a feeling that the scaffolding, which I have always believed to be immovable, is going to collapse.

I felt so narrow around my heart that my body was all folded into it.

"Well, I don't need to be bound by the answers I just gave you. Tell me if you change your mind. I can do enough to call my fellow hunters and ask them to turn their sons around. Think slowly. Whatever, we have plenty of time in the elves."

Say, my father leaves the room.

In a room left alone, Birche had an unconscious knee.

My feelings are endlessly depressing, and my ears just happen to drip.

"... what shall we do"

I have no power to whine.

The momentum toward the word "look for my father's new opponent" was lost, and he was reversing back to his original string-cut bow.

I don't like working with anyone but Chaga to go hunting.

But I'm scared to go see Chaga again.

I wondered what was wrong...... I didn't get an answer when I thought about it.

"What, wait for Chaga to say something?

It is the idea of weakness itself.

But I can't help but think that's the best thing to do.

Whatever it is, it was yesterday today, even if this one decides to be ready too soon, he doesn't necessarily either. So let's wait. There should be plenty of time for that.

Yes, my father is right. I have time. I have enough time to postpone my decision for as long as I can.

"No, you can't...!

I shake my head to the side in a hurry.

Such a wait is not a hunter's wait. It is only with purpose that the hunter waits after reading the path of his opponent. Even so, this is as if he were a rabbit pulling into a nest hole in fear of his opponent. It was definitely not a woodland hunter-like choice.

You're right to wait. But we need to set a limit and think about what we'll do after that.

Otherwise, he threatened to keep waiting forever, or he could not bear to do anything without clapping.

"A month... maybe"

In view of his temper, Birche considered that to be the limit he could wait.

A month. After that or so, Chaga would be putting some ideas around too. He is surprisingly stubborn about it, so it is hopeless to change his opinion, but he can digest this opinion. By then I must also sum up what needs to be said again.

Why don't you come see me from Chaga's before a month goes by? What are we gonna do then?

"Ugh..."

I've been thinking too much and my head was about to explode.

I don't feel comfortable and my hands are twitching. If you try to do something like that, you won't know what it causes and you won't be able to move.

"Then you can't laugh at Mr. Dry..."

I remember the benefactor who saved my life yesterday.

When we were talking about the adventurer guy that she was bought, she looked restless like this.

It's like...

"Oh, no, no! I can't believe I thought of Chaga like that..."

I shook my head off with a boom and shook my head.

What Birche wants from Chaga is for us to be partners in the hunt again. So I want you to withdraw your hand from imitations that use wolves as demons and choose a way of life that makes all things in the forest equal friends, just like you. Otherwise, I'm sad myself, and my father won't recognize him - no, of course it's about being a partner. There is no other reason. No, absolutely not.

... My thoughts have passed and my thoughts are flying to strange things.

With that shaky feeling at bay, Bache spends an unscrupulous evening.

There is no moon in the sky outside the window. It's a new moon night just for the stars.

Under this night sky, what will Chaga be doing? Like myself, I hope you'll think about the future of the two of us.

And dry. What are you thinking about spending a night alone in the woods away from your people?

While thinking about the woman she met yesterday and the man she broke up with today, Birche waits for tomorrow with anxiety.

I was wondering if these nights would last another month if I did poorly.

- Of course, it couldn't have lasted that long.