Seirei no Moribito

The third reunion is suddenly ①

Busy, in other words annoying, he was walking in the midst of a blur.

No purpose, no destination, just walking inert and flowing into the crowd, the sword raised on his hips making a noise and shaking.

I felt nostalgia and unspeakable voidness in the sound, and breathed out an unknown sigh again and again.

Even that instantly disappears all over the cluttered and vibrant city, remembering vanity in an unpredictable wandering.

I can't do anything I want to do, and I don't even know the thread to solve it. In the current situation, I even accumulate such minor and major problems.

The sun and the bright blue sky illuminating equally from the overhead, the people who got a stage of development from reconstruction and got a smile back even more, the poster of the bounty neck on the edge of their sight.

What it says is about the person you met face to face a few days ago.

Rumors have already been heard that the "Knights of the King's Capital" are looking bloody for the whereabouts of the important referent accused of aiding his escape and of national treason.

Even so, the fact that they haven't been found yet makes me think of one speculation.

And I guess that's not strong or wrong either.

I stopped for a moment and immediately walked out and drove such speculation into the corner of my thought, running through the back street a little off the road, opening the door of a store that I thought was not thriving at all and going inside.

The bell on the door rang, but it also did not reach the ears of the few guests who were in the store.

No, it hasn't arrived.

Drunk, snoring, snoring, lurking their eyebrows at the noise and smell of alcohol, but going to the store manager, who was the only one awake in the store, said the business should be done.

The manager, who reflected the customer in the brown hair and golden eyes he touched, flaunted his shoulder lightly as he was surprised that it was a boy, and then quickly entered the business without talking to the public.

"There you are. Five gold coins with one business. I don't handle killing, but if you're an intermediary, three gold coins. The others are ten flat silver coins...... oh?

After all, the manager, who looked familiar to the boy's face that he thought was his first look, slipped his hat a little,

"Oh, God, it's not Lynn."

I met an unidentified boy a few days ago about - calling Lynn back again.

"What's going on? I haven't finished looking into what I was asked to do..."

"This is a different case, Fia"

"Something else? You have no idea, do you?

The manager put on the man's uniform, knitted three long hairs that reached his waist and drooled forward - to Fia's such inquiry, Lynn retrieves the paper as she sits back in her chair.

Phosphorus, who opened the folded paper as it was and pushed it out to his desk toward the fiir,

I need your opinion.

"... not bounty neck handout... Goldie 1st Class Honorary Second Son," Harnoin Goldie, "a former second lieutenant belonging to the“ 5th Division ”of the" Knights of the King's Capital "... oh, of the incident a few days ago."

Fia nods like Convince said while wiping the glass.

"Opinion is about this case? Or about him himself?

"About a man named Harnoyn."

"I'll have ten other flat silver coins, at least a thousand gardos."

Tightly, to Fia, who receives the contents of it as a request and charges you for it, he punches one tongue, and then Lynn takes out a piece of gold coin and throws it.

caught with one hand at all risk and rubbed cheeks on gold coins,

"Hmmm this... I can't stand this shade and stiffness... what the hell am I supposed to do with the difference?

"I guess there will be an extra charge anyway. Hit it."

"Oh, thank you"

In anticipation of this, when he handed over the gold coin rather than the silver coin, he decided that it was rather like digging for roots and leaves. Fia put the glass and cloth towel down and retrieved the material gathered from the counter.

In the table, he runs a liquor store, and in the back, he even handles various information and state secrets as an informant, and a money-keeper who charges an amount according to its contents.

That was the identity of this store and the occupation of the manager fia.

"Speaking of you, the second son of the Baron Goldie family, a few years ago... may I say lately, I'm a newcomer to The Knights. He was assigned to the famous" 5th Division ”with all the crooks, and before that... he was rare as a nobleman and wasn't enrolled in the institution, was he? I didn't even hire a tutor... he was brilliant, but not a genius... well, he felt like a normal nobleman, he was"

Finding the place where his story was written, Fia tells Lynn by excerpting only the information she needs as she glances through it.

"Could the main case be the engagement of the next Earl of Ethel, which happened between the mistress's daughter and his real sister? The content, in summary, is women's obsession and insidiousness. At the end of the day, the case is stalled due to unclear information about the next Count and his mistress's daughter... but Baron Goldie's brother and sister seemed to suspect he was involved in it. Seems like he wanted to catch him trying to pursue the matter too..."

The results are as you can see.

She flaunts her shoulders and hands Lynn another dossier with details of the case.

And with all my eyes through it,

"... you think Harnoyn is involved in this case?

"Eighty-nine, I think I'll make no mistake first. Although there are a number of suspicions... the conflicting words and actions and the people who should have died are alive. I'm gonna run out of this."

"…" Commissioner Kazaki ”?

"The Devil's Deal or the Out of People's Hands... I wonder which is the answer"

Returning the returned material back into the counter, Fia embarks on herself.

One step closer, one face closer to the other.

"Why did you want to know about him, Lynn?

"... nothing to do with you."

Lynn answers without being upset, even if he is caught in suspicious sight from close range.

face apart and put his arms together as he weighed on his back,

"You think he's alive?

"Come on? I don't even know all this. If the body hasn't been found, I think it's still alive..."

With his fingers on his lips and his neck tilting fiirr sideways, Lynn takes a seat.

He moved to the front of the door, avoiding the hundreds of millions of guests who fell on the floor,

"Lynn. I think it's quicker for you to meet him in person and ask him what you asked for. Of course, I will do what I was asked to do as an informant. But, you know, it's just hard to navigate because the content is what it is. If Harnoyn Goldie has something to do with it, it's easier to find him and ask him to pull it off."

"... then it makes no sense"

"... yes. Then there's no choice."

Open the door,

"See you, Eileen."

Close the door for every fiir voice you hear when you leave.

Even though her eyes blinked for a moment after moving from the dim store to the outdoors, she re-wore the hat even deeper and then Lynn walked out again.

Again, there is no purpose, and the destination is unexpected.

Obviously, things are ridiculous.

I was questioned that way, and although I was questioned directly, I was not convinced, but deluded,

"Really, what the hell happened, Emilia?

Asked the third question today, Emilia looked dissatisfied with how things were going so strangely.

Arrangements were made for the nomination of knights belonging to the "Knights of the King's Capital" who guided the raid by the "Guardian", the escape of its important referents and the escape.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the institution over the succession of outrageous events.

In the meantime, Emilia herself, led by Eña and Eña, made me wonder if anything had happened again from the instructor to Emilia, who clearly behaved suspiciously since that fugitive incident, rather than showing hurt.

"... nothing to say..."

"………………"

"... it looks like deception doesn't work anymore..."

Emilia smiles bitterly at the silent intimidation of Enya, who is rarely alone, with all the surrender.

Time slots are after school. After a day of classes, and no longer the need to hide and do research, I rang to say I should go home with Enya.

"... you're not aware? Emilia, when you have troubles, you always look out the window depressingly, so you know right away... and only in class."

"... and the instructors..."

"You have a habit of amnesia that doesn't change."

In the dark, Emilia clogs her voice with a stop to Enya, who says it's all prospective.

holding a gripped sword with both hands, still wandering his gaze that it was hard to tell the truth,

"... it's really not a big deal. Look, you mean a little troubled..."

"I keep spinning my pen unconsciously when I'm having a little trouble"

"... that's a lot of crap, isn't it? But I'm not sure if I can fix that..."

"If you get lost, hit it anyway and smash it. That's what Emilia said, and that hasn't changed."

"... you know, Eña... will you be deluded?

"No. No more limits of patience. I can't let this one look like a boulder."

Eña, who does not shake her neck vertically after hitting words directly into the monologue, sadly twists her face and stretches her fingers, hitting her under Emilia's eyes.

Day after day, the troubled influence made me a little sleepless, and only a thin neighborhood that appeared faithful at times like this could not be deluded.

"I know you can't talk about it. But more than that... Emilia's worried. So... please, Emilia. I want you to talk to me. I can't say I can definitely solve this, but it should make things a little easier if we talk..."

I couldn't help but laugh at Enya, who was truly worried about Emilia.

And I shook my head with sorrow at Enya, pointing my lips.

"Thank you, Enya. I'm so glad you're worried."

"... worried and natural. We're Emilia's friends... best friends, why not?"

slightly dyed her cheeks, and more and more grinned at her as she turned blindfolded or soaked,

"... Enya, let's go to the coffee shop. I found a place to serve delicious tea and sweets."

"... yeah"

Emilia was determined to talk about everything she could, and she held hands and they started walking.

Emilia finds out about the charm of afternoon ti at a secret tea party with Diechrist, and Eña seems to be drinking tea served in a coffee shop recommended by his samurai, Eve.

"... delicious"

"Right? I was surprised there was a hole like this."

It had nothing to do with it before or now, and the first coffee shop I came to was off the road for a bottle from Central Avenue.

Emilia loosens her cheeks when she sees Enya indulging in tea with a pleasant grin in a coffee shop that was surprisingly close to her.

I am aware that I will have a pretty sloppy face, but I can't cure my grin at Enya's clear ease, which usually doesn't make my euphoria very clear, so I break it off and enjoy her full healing appearance when I have no choice.

The knife placed aside is noisy, but if you can't help it, you break it off.

I also feel the gaze in the store is a little harsh, but ignore it.

Enjoy tea and snacks in an elegant mood for a while,

"... after Eña and Eña jumped out, me and them jumped out worried"

Talk in the guise of pomposity and carelessness.

"So... I was wondering if you two might have gone after Chairman Eileen, so I was looking for a place like that."

That's how we met, one boy.

I can't say it was an impressive encounter, but what happened after that was tremendously impressive.

Whatever, I fought and killed a knight in front of me, because I was watching a series of things.

A boy who almost got his mouth sealed, but found out just like Emilia, who realized who the boy was.

As it was, we impulsively pulled our hands and ran away, hiding in the warehouse and having a conversation.

We knew each other. I knew enough for a short exchange that I didn't remember anything.

I shrugged my weakness. He also spoke as if to discredit himself again.

And he rejected her for trying to find out.

That may have been the tenderness of caring for Emilia. Or did he just run away, moaning that he didn't want to know?

Either way, Emilia didn't mind.

The only thing that matters to Emilia is that she was rejected.

Just that I wanted to be rejected and desperately hide it with grief within my own ignorance.

In front of a boy who knows nothing, doesn't remember, Emilia just wanted to have a full smile.

I never wanted to show you tears.

That's all.

"... he was an Ethereal, beautifully colored man. Someone who feels strange… Somehow, I feel safe just by my side… I was also the one who gave birth to unfounded thoughts. I broke up with him right away..."

Patrol for a while

"... among those who resemble each other. That's what he said. When I said I was worried about whether I should know or not, I was told that I was happier not to know... that I didn't need to know. You're just another red person who rubbed off, and you shouldn't have to worry so much about it..."

with a half-hearted grin like a cry,

"I don't know... that's sad, regrettable, and I can't help but forgive myself. Because I've never thought of it this way... hey, I'm confused. I don't know what to do now."

Deep, exhale.

If you raise your face, which was naturally leaning down, to your mind, which was slightly lightened by spitting out with your words, as Enya said,

"Ah...... chi, hey Enya!?"

Emilia unwittingly raises her voice in surprise, as if she had seen it even in a ghost, paling her face and circling her eyes in surprise.

open and close your mouth like an oxygen-seeking fish,

"... Eh, Emilia, but..."

Enya swallowed her spit many times,

"... I honestly revealed my worries...!?"

"... how secretive was I before I lost my memory!?"

Even though I didn't want to worry about it, I wanted to ask myself how much I had accumulated to make Enya look like this. For what it's worth.

But...

"... P, F, ha..."