Spirit Growers Travel Around the World - Get Rare Materials and Spirits Grow Rapidly!? ~

As they descended the ladder and entered the small room, Sigels made sure nothing was there while guarding their surroundings.

Just like the rooms and passages that were on their way to the ruins of the forest, light sources are secured to such an extent that no lights are needed despite the underground.

It's the same mysterious technology.

I wonder why it's not dark when there are no magic props on ceilings or walls that can be a source of light, but I just have to accept that it's something like that.

Marina came with a meaningful gaze at Sigel for thinking about that.

"If it's about lights, that's what the walls are made of."

"Huh? Really?

When Sigel heard that with a little surprise, Philomena said as she patted her eyes.

"What. Haven't you noticed? Overall, it's hard to notice it's light-emitting, but it's a very rare material to find in the ruins. I've hardly ever seen it used so luxuriously."

"Heh, yeah."

Now that one of the doubts had been resolved, Sigel nodded with a neat face.

"If you're convinced, let's move on."

Michaela was in the room, pointing to a further downstairs staircase, to Sigel looking around the room.

"Sorry. sorry"

Michaela waved her head gently, "It's okay," to Sigel, who accidentally apologized reflexively.

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The staircase leading down, which was leading from the small room, was quite long.

"It's been going on for a long time, but how far down are we going?

Sigel's sensation is that he's already about five floors down the stairs.

The stairs themselves are straight down, so if there's a lower limit, you should see them, but so far they don't look like they do.

I said that to Sigel, who shrugged about it, with the face that Filomena had nothing to say.

"We're supposed to be here soon, right? The lights here may be hard to understand because we seem to be on as we travel."

"Huh? Really?

"Uh-huh. The reflecting sound is coming up."

Sigel stopped immediately, trying to turn a frightened glance at Filomena, who had come to expose that she had a light and sharp feeling.

Because Michaela and Marina also looked like they deserved it.

(Is that? It's common sense in this world to hear distance by sound?

There's no way that, but Sigel assumed so because Michaela and Marina are in such a normal state.

By the way, Michaela and Marina just weren't too surprised because they are used to having a sharp sense of Filomena and above all because they know the distance in each way.

Sigel would later realize that fact, but at least now it was just confusing.

After all, when Sigel went down the stairs unheard of, he immediately saw a place like a stairwell.

It was dark earlier, but the light lit made it possible for Sigel to confirm it.

"Oh, really."

When Sigel shrugged unexpectedly, Filomena saw it with her jitty eyes.

"That's why I told you. You didn't believe me?

"Yes, no, not like that, but until I actually saw it with my eyes, I mean, I didn't really get it..."

Filomena turned her dissatisfied gaze to a word that didn't seem to be an excuse for Sigel.

I told Sigel and Philomena, who had stopped and had such an exchange, that Michaela looked just a little fed up.

"There you go. Now that we know we're close, why don't we just move on?

"Oh, sorry."

"Hmm. Well, I don't know what else to do"

Sigel moved out on Michaela's words this fortunately, and Filomena snorted reluctantly with her dissatisfied face.

Marina, watching it, laughed dullly, but no one noticed it.

When I opened the door that was in the stairwell, it was the same room that was built as the small room that was on its way to the ruins of the forest.

And in the middle of that room, in a way, there was a presence as expected.

"Well done, Sigel."

It was the Great Spirit of the Wind with his shortcut white hair who greeted the Sigels with a smile of nicole as he said so.

The kind of presence that came to intimidate me was the same, but Sigel, already accustomed to it, politely bowed his head and greeted him.

"It's an honor to meet you. The Great Spirit of the Wind"

"Mmm. Stiff. You're not that awed, are you?

"Uh, no, but..."

"Fine, fine. It's a pain in the ass when you're so afraid."

Seeing the Great Spirit of the Wind who had said so with his right hand flickering, Sigel felt more casual than the Great Spirit of trees and water.

Sigel was the only one who thought that most, and the other three were overwhelmed by the power of the Great Spirit of the Wind to utter no words.

We all realize that this is what the Great Spirit of the Wind dares to do.

Sigel is the only one who talks, and it is the will of the great spirits of the wind that we are not going to talk to ourselves.

The Philomenas, who had no intention of damaging the mood of the Great Spirit of the Wind, naturally remained silent.

Without realizing how the Philomenas were doing, Sigel continued his conversation with the Great Spirit of the Wind.

"Well, that's fine with the chase. Give me a name sooner than that."

"What, you too?

Even if this were not possible, Sigel saw the Great Spirit of the Wind with a strange face, wondering if this was the flow demanded by all the Great Spirits he might meet from now on.

"That's right. I was looking forward to seeing what kind of name you would give me. Come on, come on."

Sigel, so hastened by the Great Spirit of the Wind, thought only a little before saying his name.

"Aerial"

I had already given it a name twice, so I thought maybe the Great Spirit of the Wind might be the same, and I thought of some beforehand.

Of those, it was the name that actually seemed to fit with the image when we met.

The Great Spirit of the Wind, who had whined "Aerial" several times, smiled and then nodded.

"That's fine. From now on, as you call it by that name. You can't call the Great Spirit by his innocent name."

"Yes. Okay."

"And then there's that tone. Shall we go slowly?"

Again, to Aerial, who has pushed that precaution, as Sigel, I could only return a bitter laugh.

This ran in Sigel with the hunch that they would eventually be forced to change their tone, but they didn't have the courage to change it to a boulder face to face.

The Great Spirit of the Wind in front of me had an atmosphere that somehow made me think so.

Aerial has gone on to say even more whether you are aware of Sigel's thoughts like that or not.

"Thank you for this."

Aerial offered his hand as he said so, but Sigel looked like nothing.

"It's invisible, so it might be hard for Siegel to understand. In the meantime, I'll give it to your daughter."

I showed him how the rig would show up and receive something to match Aerial's words.

I just had no idea what Sigel had received.

He went on to talk further to Sigel, who was to receive the item half compulsively, so that Aerial would not allow objections.

"Now my errands are over. And then, yeah. This room is where that guy used it as a work room. Could you possibly notice the tip he left behind?

Aerial, who said so with a pleasant look, quickly disappeared waving at the end of it all.

I just said what I wanted to say and left. I saw Aerial, and Sigel thought it didn't matter that he looked like a big spiritual of the wind enough to be.

The rig, which received something (...) from Aerial, disappeared, holding it in both hands like it mattered.

I can assume you acted on your own without checking with Sigel, but I didn't know how to handle the invisible stuff in the first place, so I'm not going to blame you.

Besides, if you don't use it in "The Spirit Inn," I know it's possible to take it out, so it wasn't even like being angry.

More than that, Sigel had something else to worry about and saw the Philomenas.

"I kept my mouth shut the whole time, but something happened?

If it was the usual Philomenas, I thought it wouldn't be strange to have one or two conversations.

To Sigel like that, Filomena returns a bitter laugh.

"You still hadn't noticed. We were overwhelmed by the Great Spirit of the Wind and couldn't even get the word out, could we?

"What!?

"I might have been able to force myself to talk, but I thought that was the will of the Great Spirit of the Wind, so I stopped talking."

Michaela added with a smile on her shoulder.

To Philomena and Michaela's words, Sigel tilted her neck with a strange face, confirming that the marina was nodding.

"Why would you do that?

"The great spirits of trees and water were special. Instead, I guess we'd have been luckier if the Great Spirit of the Wind had shown himself before us."

When Marina said so, Philomena and Michaela nodded to agree as well.

And when Sigel saw it, he was going to recognise that his feelings for the Spirit were, after all, out of step with the general public.