Seirei no Moribito

Stars emitting their own light were quietly illuminating the ground from between the clouds.

People went to sleep, late at night.

The damage suffered by the raid was returning to normal in the form of reconstruction, and one boy was walking down that boulevard, which was now the only sign of its tragedy being a pile of debris collected on the side of the road.

Dark blue blue hair like a lake so deep in the dark and morning burning eyes reflecting the light.

The boy, who makes him feel as if he was looking at a contrasting but therefore mysterious painting, had two swords down his waist that were not worthy of such a work of art.

A used, pitch-black knife. A weapon that exists not to glorify, to boast of empty power, but only to cut and kill an opponent.

Shaking the two swords as he walks, the boy just looks straight ahead and stretches his spine and walks.

While the platoon was like a warring soldier, it also brewed a blurry ambiguity of lines that were likely to disappear now.

As can be seen, the boy is producing it.

Despite its unforgettable characteristics once seen, two factors have been the contradictory presence and the "spiritual art” exercised by the boy, which has so far left only marginally rubbed residents without looking back as one.

The "art" of being confused by darkness and less perceived by people.

Using that “technique”, commonly referred to as secrecy, the boy was secretly trying to serve his purpose.

But...

"... again?"

The boy once again sighs that he has failed in an obstacle that stands as if chanting or being guided into the future, turning back the way he came.

Remember to carve a unique rhythm on your heels every time you walk on the ground.

The boy disappears into the city at night as he sends a cryptographically combined sentence to his compatriots, who are familiar and companions, who have a hearing that is not likely to be acquired by humans.

The boy, the "Elves".

I stopped being human, and I ended up with a sad avenger, fool.

Second, the boy looks up at the night sky, the source of the light that the clouds gave him because of the sunshine.

What I recall is the dream story of the dead becoming stars and illuminating the living.

Something that a young self felt when he tried to gain the courage to step out.

"... are dead humans becoming stars and watching me"

No, that's impossible.

The dead don't talk about anything, they leave nothing behind, they just plant guilt and disappear.

Still, the boy spins letters with his lips, believing that the two sisters, long ago sacrificed, are watching as stars in heaven.

……

It is a greeting to send to the two sisters, but a reflection on the years of their lives.

It was also a word to believe “them” laughing in the memory of passing the time.

Thus, the uninhabited boy disappears.

The voiceless voices spinned by the boy, only the boy knows.

A month after the Wang Du raid by the "Guardian".

Emilia Shenti, a one-year member of the Wangdu First Educator's Department, had a brilliant red dot for one in the classroom where the students were no longer present and had returned a brilliant report in front of her.

"Uh-oh... instructor Cornell's mean... I don't remember being told to resubmit, so it's quicker to start over from scratch ~..."

Abrupt, but I don't remember Emilia.

To be precise, I don't remember anything more than a month ago because I was caught in some kind of incident by that raid and I lost my memory.

It was Emilia's feeling that if she asked me if I was not free, it wasn't really that much.

The relationships reset in Emilia could be constructed in the same way as they were before the loss of memory by the gentle people around them who perceive the thinness of what they are not familiar with, and there is no difficulty in studying or otherwise at present.

However, if there's a problem,

(... the Chairman's "Irene"... maybe someone who was very important to me and was the reason I came here)

In an unnatural position for everyone, Emilia was uncomfortable with the presence of a chairman that she would not discuss.

Deputy Rose Marie was a senior to Emilia, and also longed for Emilia to stand and behave in a manner that was Rose's male victory but never forgotten her grace.

And

(That ambitious Senior Rose has no reason to be spoiled in the next seat... but we don't all talk about the chairman as one person... in the first place, I can't even find the contact between me and Senior Rose, so it's definitely in the chairman, I suppose... just like this red dot report, it's one of my seven wonders)

The name of the chairman was' Irene ', which leaked like Rose slipped his mouth only once.

A name that is common as a woman's name, but from the reactions around her, probably a boy.

Same class as Rose, sophomore. A valuable user of advanced “magic”. The weapon is a knife.

That's all I knew.

"... it's impossible that that's all you knew ~"

I don't think I can remember a relentless critical hit on my head and mind, and Emilia is worried about me right now.

But he was with a chairman who was mainly famous for his evil noticeable direction, and Emilia also became a celebrity within the institution, for better or worse, combined with the matter of amnesia.

It was difficult for such a celebrity Emilia to gather information about Chairman Eileen, and first of all she was rushed off topic to the point of asking her alumni twins Eña and Eña, who could also be called best friends.

I couldn't watch, and I got on.

Against Rose, who slipped his mouth, Emilia tried to avoid the name Chairman and dig, but was dignified off topic by Rose, who apparently noticed her own lapse.

As the fish devoured the bait, I got on.

Apparently he was the chairman's instructor. He stormed into Schneidel and asked him to tell me one or eight things directly from the front. After scratching his hair in troubles, Schneidel was asked about something that had nothing to do with saying that.

I didn't realize it had nothing to do with it and got on.

In the last resort, an interview within the agency only, whenever I asked, they looked complicated and mouthed me, or after I looked disgusted they advised me to just forget with a sympathetic look, or after I was blamed for the work of someone else (Eileen) who had no recollection whatsoever, I was exposed to anger and thrown away to lose my memory and say I was right.

My mind was pretty blurred, and I got on to the word "let's stop" already.

I returned like this, rather than suicide bombing and continuing to fail Emilia, but I thought it strange not to raise the subject of the chairman by this extreme, and since then I have tried to stop asking and asking about the chairman.

Then, in a blatantly relieved manner, he exhaled a sigh of relief and couldn't help but be more concerned, but conversely, he decided that Emilia didn't want him to know, didn't want him to ask, that he was the person in that position.

"... hey, who are you?

Emilia asks Emilia about that knife, the one she always used, because she doesn't remember at all and can't let go of the knife she shouldn't have had to use, and she realizes from the reaction around her that it was the knife that the chairman always used.

Like reaching out to that being you want to know, but you shouldn't.

It felt like grabbing a cloud.

"... ha, report, let's do it"

Emilia switches her mind and glances back at the current challenge rather than the presence of a president she will probably never meet in her lifetime.

The title concerns the raison d 'être of "Commissioner Kazaki”.

(... uh, definitely a report on the “Harvest Festival," right...?

I seriously thought I might have been an idiot before I lost my memory for a bit, Emilia, but I can't even tackle it and look through it.

"…" Harvest Festival ”was originally a festival that prayed for and thanked grace for the abundance of one year and the abundance of next. It fitted into the" Spirit ”and their grace, and became the expression of gratitude and prayer for the" Spirit Tree ”for the festival. It can be argued that the source was taken from one of the rituals of the western peoples and that the act of behaving and celebrating the harvest of the year led to the result of offering a" tribute. "

Until now, it has been an ordinary report.

"… and what I question and examine and report as a challenge is why such a" contribution ”exists and what can be judged to be one end of the truth. … In the first place, a“ tribute "is an act to a fictional being that a human being does only to worship and pray at will. There is no god or buddha there, only human ego. Compared to the rituals of the western peoples, which have been favourably perceived and handed down, the dedication of man as a" tribute "is a very ridiculous act that is no different from that of the superstition of erecting and burying human pillars in order to accommodate water damage, or of the cursed and determined children who invoke misfortune and pray to sacrifice and calm them down."

Gradually, the clouds became suspicious.

"… if unrelated human beings, travellers, etc. had been dedicated, this would be a fine criminal act. But if it was the punishment of sinners, or if the devout followers of the Spirit Tree had gone ahead and dedicated themselves… it would not be for us outside people who know nothing to speak of."

That may be true, but what if we think humanely?

"… and the“ contribution "that is actually dedicated is a matter that can easily be inferred from the famous" wind discipline commissioner ”as a devout believer. The relationship between the" Harvest Festival ”and the" Contribution "is written in a report submitted by another student, so if I may refer to that,“ Commissioner Kazaki ”would be a stone bird for the" Spirit Tree, "delicious twice in a grain," that kind of word fits in "

Another student is probably the contents of a report submitted jointly by Enya and Imya.

And beyond that, there is an excerpt of what is commonly known about the existence of a "wind discipline commissioner" and the main activities, which fit into the "contribution",

"As a result, Commissioner Kazaki is a user-friendly believer, tool and sacrifice for the Spirit Tree, and I recall that this is the root cause of the increasing number of" Kazaki Commissioners "and the absence of sacrifices in the name of" tributes "."

The specific reasons for this and the complex backward circumstances linked to it are further described in a muscular fashion by crossing speculations and hypotheses,

"… with the above, I conclude Emilia Shenti's report. … the rating is a sign that there are items worth re-submitting with the best in six levels, for the reason that… I have trouble easily submitting the truth that could be such confidential information… Yeah, I thought so too"

Emilia snorted sympathetically by accident, but I'm surprised to open my eyes to the grading of the instructor that goes on.

temporarily solidify and repeat the word over and over again,

"... ugh, sooo..."

All I'm saying is I don't believe you, Emilia shrugged like that.

It was written there:

"... 'I know you're worried about Eileen, but beware of putting yourself in danger. Otherwise, wouldn't Eileen be sad'..."

It made me wonder if Emilia and the chairman were close to each other before I lost my memory, it was a clue.

"... I can't believe I found something super important out of this place..."

The instructor who scored this must have never imagined that Emilia had amnesia when she returned it.

The usual Emilia would have rejoiced in the care and raised her fondness.

But from Emilia's point of view now, trying to hide the existence of the president for some reason, even the teachers,

"... it's a detour, instructor... not at all, no more. If they write about this, they won't be able to find it..."

"Irene," she said, was someone who was creating a unique atmosphere that didn't bring others together.

He always had a murderous look on his face as if he saw it even with his parents' enemies, and in the institution he never showed any interest or obsession with anything special.

There was apparently a girl who was close enough to have a normal conversation with 'Eileen' who was such a difficult person to catch up with.

She was childhood tamed by the chairman and her hometown was the same. For whatever reason, she wandered around the chairman, but the chairman never refused or denied her. Indifferent, heartless, faceless, the only girl such a chairman shows her humanity.

That's the girl, "Emilia Shenti".

I've got the basis to make you think so.

"... well, we shouldn't all be talking about the chairman..."

What if a girl who was close to the chairman found out that the chairman disappeared and was gone?

Naturally, the girl will go looking for the chairman. Even if it turns everything in the world against the enemy.

"... it's just me, I'm on my side, I'm here"

The words, which would have been spoken over and over again, fell naturally and zero before thinking,

"... I want to see you, I want to... I want to remind you... how come I don't remember anything...?

Screw it.

A report that existed in the gripped hand makes a noise and distorts, dyeing tear marks.

"... I'm sure everyone... knew I was going to cry like this, so I don't know what's going on with the chairman... shut up, you were there..."

Chairman 'Irene', who dazzled his whereabouts during the raid a month ago, and Emilia, who was found in a state of amnesia.

Whoever knew the pattern between the two of them must have found out something big had happened.

That's what tore them apart.

And the surroundings realized that it was happier to remain oblivious, and perhaps the chief wanted it too, and the various thoughts overlapped, and the presence of the Chairman disappeared.

Is there anything else so cruel going on?

"... you wanted to know... you didn't want to know..."

The trivial words given by the instructor, which would be a turning point in shaping Emilia's future, became no more cruel care for Emilia today.