Seirei no Moribito

The Spirit is everything. This world is made up of the grace and protection of the Spirit.

The annual harvest festival celebrates the "Witch of the Divine” and is dedicated as a “tribute".

Feed man and receive the power of the Spirit.

If you think that's wrong, you're not going to stop it.

Because this crazy world is the place for humanity to live.

So they will thank the grace of the Spirit, and they will open a festival in the "King's Capital" that will set up the "Spirit Tree" called the “Harvest Festival” so that they can share the grace, and they will offer a new “sacrifice” on that day.

Hundreds of years had already passed since this ritual was established.

I can't overturn this now.

That was everything in this world.

'Merlin, the king's capital', is the central point of the world that brings together countries located in the east, west and north.

It was a harsh but wealthy environment where only those who served the "Spirit” could survive.

In the "Wangdu Knights" headquarters to the west, the "Wangdu First Educator Gate High Department" to the east, the "Wangdu Second Educator Gate Middle Department" to the south, and the "Wangdu" where "Merlin Castle" existed to the north, the movement of people continued constantly today.

The east-west, north-south signpost, the cobblestones, each with four beautiful straight lines meet in the center, where people turn their feet to their own destinations.

If you are a member of the Knights, put your sword on the dark blue jacket and head west, the children dressed in color-removing clothes head south, and the boys and girls, all dressed in dark green jackets, head east in a spirit.

The time is evening.

Before the six o'clock bell rings, the minor must return to his or her home - each attached “dorm”. The ultimate choice is whether to tear this down and give the dorm warden a sermon all day, or let him clean the dorm again the next day. Both are troublesome and very troublesome.

So the boys and girls go home early enough.

In the crowd, the boy was there.

Dark green jacket with black trousers. With a slender knife clenched in his left hand, he walks fast as he stares forward with his ethereal eyes as he scratches his brown hair up depressingly at times.

A little luxurious body, but a hundred and seventy centimeters tall and its appearance makes the boy look remarkable and beautiful. Now, the girls who know nothing are in love with dyeing their cheeks red for the look of a different rubber boy.

But if you always know a little bit about a boy with no expression and no attitude, nobody is going to move on and get close to him, and Ning Ro is even hesitant to look at him.

And walking next to such a badly loving beautiful boy was another girl with exceptional style.

Black skirt with gray on the same dark green jacket. Anyone with a knife with a knife down his left hip in the same way, but beautifully decorated found that it was just a decoration. But the finely decorated knife and the girl's straight stretching brunette unleashed a model-like beauty, nailing down all the seers.

But those who know that a girl will have a truly masculine predisposition in a masculine tone will never move on and get close, etc. just by looking at it from a distance. At dawn when you do that, you will see a blunt light of absolute zero degrees of sight or sharp blades.

Such, in a sense, dangerous people, the two of them had no conversation with each other, they were just walking forward.

There is no fine dust such as the appearance of superiors and subordinates until earlier. Only in the position that it's just an alumni there. Even though I feel the gaze gathering from around me, I never have a conversation.

But there was a rare conversation today.

The girl walking next to the boy - the school year's second seat Rose Marie spoke to the boy who walked at no trouble keeping his pace, such as the girl standing next to him, as she snapped the bottom of her boot.

"The gaze you gather every time you walk through this cobblestone city is so unfamiliar. Don't you think so, Lord Irene?

To Rose's voice, which sounds as comfortable as the sound of a bell, but the boy called Irene returns no answer.

Just a glimpse (rather than a glance) of this one, and you still just walk fast with no interest.

But such a boy's attitude is usual. Ning Ro, that attitude as a "wind discipline commissioner” is more different.

So self-fulfilled Rose,

"Don't you think so, Lord Chairman?

I repeated the same question again, gradually reluctantly and so on.

"... then why don't you put about one of those scratches in your face"

"You can't do that. A woman's shame, such as a scratch on her face. A woman's shame is also a man's shame."

"... I'm not sure that's a good reason."

The boy, who answers pale and heartless, walks fast after all with a rare view of the store arranged in an outdoor shop.

But I stopped my leg feeling like I didn't think of a glass shop that caught my eye, and Rose's words just got in my ear.

"Oh, so to speak... it was almost“ her ”birthday"

……

"Neither the boulder chairman nor, for the sake of childhood tampering, seems to do anything. I like the fact that I can take such detailed care of myself. - Most importantly, it would be a gap in the president's house."

"... that's a big misunderstanding"

Rose doesn't even care about the boy's sharp gaze, and he steps into the glass worker's shop in front of him with a gentle laugh. In doing so, don't forget to pull the boy's blazer hem and take him on the road as a harassment.

A grumpy air pierces me from behind as soon as possible, but this is another piece of everyday life.

The store was a fantastic place, like a single painting organized according to certain laws. Numerous pieces that sparkle and reflect stunning colors in the store in brilliant light. One of those pieces, Rose, who took the skilful work of a butterfly made of glass, illuminated it with light.

"Ho, brilliant... beautiful stuff. … should I have the glass text in my sheath next time?"

"... what are you going to do with more ornaments than that?

"You've decided that, haven't you?... to be proud."

Returning a slight sigh of sigh to Rose, who confidently said the unfortunate answer, the boy looked around the store concerned about his lack of presence.

I thought there were overwhelmingly many female customers in these antique shops, but apparently this was a popular store for both male and female customers, and there were sights there where boys didn't know that if there was also a group of female customers, male students in high department uniforms would be seeing glass mechanics and exchanging some opinions.

Rose raised the eyebrows of a willowbrow line to the boy's appearance, who seemed to rarely see that sight, which she hadn't even anticipated,

"... maybe the chairman doesn't know about this shop?

"Naturally."

"Ha... This glass shop is a branch from the south that opened only a week ago. Melting precious ore, mixing it well with glass creates a variety of texts and shades, and can also be used as a magic tool... Well, it is a very popular store where ornamental and practical objects are mixed together. Of course, female customers are very popular among students because of their practical backbone."

Rose put a palm-sized glass knife on his hand,

"This craftsmanship can be transformed into a variety of colors with magic. This is for viewing, but you think she'd like it?

To Rose, who looks down at me all delightfully,

"... so I..."

"Awwwww!!"

The boy tried to return the word of denial, blocked.

A girl in the back of the store talking about her work with students from the same class pointed to the boy and shouted out.

The girl stayed put and stood in front of the boy, splendidly sewing between the shops with her big crotch,

"... surprisingly, I didn't expect Lynn to be in a place like this."

"... you're the one, why are you here?

"Phew, Lynn may not know, but I asked Yimea that this store was very famous among students and that a lot of elaborate, honest and brilliant craftsmanship was definitely worth seeing, and that's why I came here!

The girl proudly stood her finger,

"This store is incredibly popular, and it's about the same time I can't get into the store unless it's near my dorm. That's why we're all here to see..."

So the girl lowered her voice,

"... there's only a famous store, it's a little expensive... I thought I'd buy one souvenir and go home, but my allowance makes it a little hard..."

"... I'm wasting it, so I can't get what I want at the heart of it"

"What are you talking about, Lynn! Don't waste it. It's better to keep accumulating, and it's bad for Mr. Economic Activity! Gold coins are spinning, so you get all sorts of things, and this place is so rich. Plus, it's funnier not to accidentally buy beautiful pieces that you couldn't see in your hometown!

momentum in her eyes. The girl stood her finger up,

"Do you understand, Lynn?

"... first"

"Fine then. So, why is Lynn in this store?

She leaned her neck adorably, where the girl gradually noticed a senior with a frightened face next to her.

"Oh, hello, Senior Rose"

"... you still have a lot of joy and sorrow, Emilia"

To Rose's bitter smile, the girl - Emilia answers with a pero and tongue.

Emilia Shenti, a first-year member of the Higher Education Department. He was the rarest person in the world who could speak to this unfathomable, faceless boy on an equal footing, and a juvenile - Lynn's childhood tame.

The dark green jacket is the same as the two of us, but he wears a loafer with the same colour as the brown knee socks, peachy in the colour of his skirt, which he solidifies in today's fashionable girl fashion.

twin tailed brown hair with a large ribbon, she patted her amber eyes close to the tea system,

"... Could it be Senior Rose brought Lynn to this store?

"Well, that's a similar place. Is that what Emilia does to her friends?

"Ah! I totally forgot!

Emilia rushed off to the back of the store,

"Lynn, wait a minute."

I added an extra word and started talking to my friends about something.

Lynn, who was thinking of leaving the store behind within the moment, stepped over with a bottomless look on her face,

"... why the hell is Emilia here?"

"Kuku, is the chairman in great trouble?

"Stop that play, I'm pissed"

To Lynn's words, Rose says back with a laugh in the back of her throat.

"Then I say back, Lord Chairman, why don't you be honest? The truth is, aren't you glad to see Emilia?

……

Ignore Rose's words, which can be an out-of-the-box star, and Lynn shifts her gaze towards Emilia.

Emilia, who is enjoying talking about something with two of her girlfriends, has a tall and casual personality about 160cm in addition to her small body shape, and is expressive and very bright. She is rumored to be like a love animal among her students.

Sure, she gets the impression that she's right, and she's cute enough to want to be loving even if she ignores a little bit of tea.

As good as that.

What Lynn is concerned about now is the surrounding eyes that look at Emilia.

She is a lovely animal, cute and as popular as an idol, but on the other hand she is also popular in the sense of gathering evil gazes.

Now, the gaze that gazes at her from the far-roll clearly contains twelve evil things.

I feel particularly sensitive around me and pay attention and distance to unnatural people, but I don't know who I am at all.

Even now, the two girls who talk to Emilia turn to hide Emilia from the evil gaze she faces in disguise as a guest, but she is completely unaware of it.

The boy knows best about Emilia, who is a child molester. But still, Emilia is so blunt in a way that she wants to tell me to be aware. Most of all, if you let Emilia tell you, she'll react that Lynn is duller.

Anyway, Lynn was frustrated that the bluntness would take off in a bad way.

It's a well-known fact that Lynn and Emilia are childhood friendly, but they have no idea what Lynn and Emilia's emotions are toward each other.

Emilia's emotions toward Lynn are already easy to understand, but the presence of Emilia for Lynn can't be represented at all.

However, the surrounding impression is that it changes to a different object instead of us, and as a result, there is a perception that Emilia is only luggage for Lynn.

The perception is escalating acts close to “stalking” Emilia, with the result that dangers are looming to Emilia day by day.

That's exactly what I'm trying to get up here right now.

(... at all, what would have happened if I hadn't noticed here)

Apart from the emotion that Lynn actually has toward Emilia, the bond of childhood taming is certainly in Lynn.

So Lynn acts in an attempt to remove the threat as childhood taming.

- That said, that's the same behavior as usual.

"... Kuck, what are you going to do when you can't stop laughing"

Actions to eliminate the threat to Emilia - that is, just releasing the killer towards the suspicious. It's also a level of barefoot escape for adults with real experience.

This alone frightens the external suspicious (with half passed out) and disperses.

But there's one problem.

"... this is the pot of laughter why this exquisite killer is taken as grumpy..."

As Rose put it, only a suspicious person can tell, a truly exquisite killer is something to be taken from the surrounding people.

In fact, the surrounding people perceive Emilia as upset by her presence here, and their gaze gathers at Emilia to do something about it.

But the person in question,

"Lynn! Don't be in a bad mood because Senior Rose forced you to go along with him."

Convert Lynn's “grumpy” to something completely different.

And what a strange sight of Rose laughing desperately at this conversation repeated every time, and laughing in the back of her throat as a result.

"... Emilia, you're really cute"

That assessment of enjoying laughter was a reasonable one, but that created a vicious circle that could not explain why such a situation would arise, and Lynn sighed again at the same result she had reached.

She looked around gently, making sure that the mysterious suspicious person was gone, and then Lynn sighed another time,

"... Kuck, what am I supposed to do now?

"... laugh as much as you like"

As it was, Rose laughed next door for a while.

"... Lynn, you two have a few questions to ask."

Speaking with a little hesitation, Emilia pulled back a twin girl with the same face.

Lynn called the girl's name, which she remembered seeing only once in the same grade as Emilia, with a frightened look at Rose, who still kept laughing.

"... Eña and Eña... are you there?

"Yes, it's been a week, Senior Irene"

"That's the same hardship, Senior Irene"

The girl with her long blonde hair wrapped around her left and her forehead pinned to her left side in the same way, has a very important personality and a clear innuendo such as Honor Student.

Meanwhile, the girl, opposite of Enya, with her hair wrapped around her right and pinned to her right side, talks about it in a slightly timid but brilliant way through her opponent's psyche and a little poisonous tongue.

The two swayed their empty skirts to meet Lynn,

"... I was wondering if it would bother Senior Eileen"

"... I thought only Senior Irene could answer that, so let me ask you a question"

"... I'm the only one who can answer...?

Lynn listens back with a frown root, but with care not to make a pointy voice.

After Eña and Eña looked at each other and nodded,

"... about the Harvest Festival."

"... I wondered if the“ tribute "chosen at the Harvest Festival... might have a certain law."

Pulling an elegant but not reluctant grin into the words in an instant, Rose inquires unconsciously with a frown root.

"A certain law?

"Yes, we are supposed to submit a report for the Harvest Festival..."

"... while I was looking into it, I thought something was wrong."

Like Eña and Eña earlier, Lynn and Rose looked at each other before turning to Emilia for an explanation.

Emilia looked at four strangely serious faces, wondering if she didn't understand the situation right now.

"... uh, the two of you said that there was a certain law, with the“ contribution "dedicated to history as a table and graph under certain conditions. But I'm sure that's..."

"... that was a condition you shouldn't have casually questioned or made someone see or hear, was it?

The two of them nodded, shaking a little to confirm Lynn, who had guessed what Emilia was trying to say.

"... I can't say it out loud here, but from that condition, me and Imya..."

"... I wanted to make a guess and ask Commissioner Kazaki a question to confirm it."

"… to" Commissioner Kazaki ”, or… Cheng Cheng. Interesting guess, Lord Chairman?

Lynn ponders for a while as she sums up the two stories to that point in Rose's words, laughing without hiding her curiosity.

I don't know why this atmosphere is after all, Emilia starts panicking knowing the seriousness of the situation gradually after pulling the two hems and whispering something away.

"Harvest Festival". It is done once a year to serve the Spirit Tree. At this festival, people seek grace again with thanks to the "Spirit Tree”, offering a "sacrifice" or “human pillar” in the name of a "tribute” as a price.

Until now, the "contribution" chosen for this "harvest festival" has been irregular and fragmented in numbers. In some cases, as many as ten people were chosen as “contributions”. Formally trusted a week ago by the "Guardians", the selected items are isolated and dedicated on the same day.

Never before has there been talk of the legality of this “tribute". But if it's chosen along something, it's...

(... riots, dictatorships. Either way, faith in the Spirit Tree will return to nothing. At least, it's a great opportunity for the "Elves" who are putting up the "Spirit Tree" overthrow... but if there was a law, it's something they're going to find first... maybe they're deliberately missing it. If……)

Lynn raised her mouth angle so small that no one noticed the information she could get from the guesses they told her, then

(... for once, you should look it up and see)

Lynn opened her mouth to them waiting for an answer, thinking of information that she had no problem presenting here now.

"... I know what I'm trying to say. But this isn't an easy question to answer."

"Lynn, can't you handle that?

"... How long till you submit that Harvest Festival report?

"? Three days later is the final deadline, and then you get the instructor's grade and they return it?

To Emilia's answer, Lynn briefly conveys the contents while holding Rose down on the side.

"After the instructor scores me and the report is returned, I'll answer it to the best of my ability."

"... that's okay. Thank you, Senior Irene."

"... then, thank you, Senior Eileen"

The two bowed in exactly the same motion,

"Well, here we are."

"... I'll see you tomorrow, Emilia"

"... Oh yeah, see you tomorrow!"

He waved vigorously and disappeared into the crowd.

Rose looked at such a hindsight for a while,

"... Hmm, then I'll be excused for this too. See you, Emilia.

"Yes, goodbye, Senior Rose!

He grinned deeply, and Rose likewise disappeared into the crowd.

Lynn, thus left, gave Emilia a slightly uneasy look,

"... So, what do you want?

"Huh?"

"... Glassworker, you want it"

to Lynn's words as he watched the day after tomorrow,

"... yeah, thanks!

Emilia erased her uneasy look earlier and thanked her with a full smile like hers.

On Emilia's delightful face, Lynn caressed Emilia's head lightly, loosening her expression unconsciously.

(- I'm not even informed by the "wind discipline commissioner," legality. Eileen, do you realize you're the target... No, you will. Don't bother if you don't. It's all mine, as always, for "that one.")

It was not at this time that I realized the thoughts of such a girl that I was alone.