The Magus of Genesis

"Girta, this is you."

"Ouch."

A blue giant makes a buckwheat clatter and dances through the universe in the voice of a loud round-the-clock swinging ruffle.

"You're familiar with him..."

Seeing such a sight, Nina shrugged.

"It's been seventy years since Giltar came to us."

At all, it's not long before time runs out. For most people who now live in the village of Hiiro, it feels kind of strange to think that Gilta has been in the village since birth.

Gilta usually lives in the mountains where her mother used to live, but comes down to the village once or twice a week to help the villagers do their job. The main thing is the hard work I told you about carrying heavy things or breaking things out of the way. Anyway, dragon, it is also said to be the incarnation of destruction, so I am good at the work of that hand.

That's how they get their wages, they buy whole livestock on the ranch and feed it. He was satisfied that it was easier than hunting for himself and that it was delicious. It's a livestock that I've been building for over five hundred years, naturally. It has a longer history than Giltar himself, who has only lived three hundred years.

"Whoa... Fire Dragon husband. That's where you were!?

Gilta, who is completely fluent in Japanese, notices me and comes down with wings from the top of the tall tower.

"Oops. I didn't mean to threaten you……………"

… Are you serious?

Gilta looked at me from top to bottom and breathed just to say that she was truly impressed.

"Even if we get this close, we don't know yet. You're really Fire Dragon's husband, aren't you? Like before, Lin's lady isn't turning into something, is she?

"It's real. It's real. If you look at this pathetic face, you'll see."

Nina crooks my face from behind. No, I can't see through the changes in phosphorus in that way, though.

"Look, now you know, right?

I take out my usual red coat and try to weave my feathers.

"I see, it's unquestionably real."

Gilta showed a frightening and frightening gesture and said so with a bitter expression.

As you fold the coat with patties, it becomes a small piece of red scales. Wrapping it in a cloth removed from his pocket, Gilta took a nervous breath.

"That's the power of civilization you were talking about... that's a big deal"

"Well, I'm not the one who made it."

Signs of dragons...... abbreviated dragon qi. Thirty years to find that sign that only the dragon feels and perceives the presence of his fellow countrymen. Twenty years to find a way to contain it. Twenty more years before I can get into a level of goods that I can carry this way.

It is the masterpiece of Dr. Innis, who took seventy years to make it.

"…… hey, Gilta. What do you think of this village?

"This is a strange village."

To my sudden question, but Gilta assured me so without getting lost.

"I've been involved with other people. Never. But I can still tell. This village is weird. It's just a weird one. I'm not scared of dragons, and on the contrary, I'm even dealing with them equally. So, there are monsters that can actually fight more than reciprocity. Besides, it's so unusual that I even know it, no one even knows it."

Ugh, my ear hurts. The truth is, I don't know how weird this village is either. I tell stories about other cities to travelers and immigrants who come from time to time, but they don't come pinned.

"But, no... I'm not comfortable. I thought it was depressing at first. Using each other..." Cooperation ", was it?

Dragons do not flock, nor do they join forces with each other. Because there is nothing wrong with being born with high intelligence and tough flesh and living in unison.

Therefore the dragon neither mourns loneliness, nor enters the group to appease.

"The rice made by humans is good, and the tools are very convenient. I made a fool of myself, but I threw it away."

But that didn't mean that we couldn't coexist.

"And, uh, food like curry. Well, you'll never eat anywhere else."

"I guess so, I guess so"

I nodded contentedly at his words, which leaked.

Pottery technology that has been pulsatingly handed down since the Stone Age, a ceramic dish made using its state of the art. Stewed are farming cultivated by phosphorus and lucas, hiro potatoes made by livestock, hiro onions, and meat from triangular cows. Sig finds it and simmers it in a large pot with the iron making technique developed by Innis. Various spices to flavor came from afar through the main streets maintained by the Ruffles.

Exactly, Curry can be referred to as our collection of endeavors spanning more than a thousand years.

I'd like to make a solid curry loo like it was in Japan if I could, but that could take another two or three hundred years.

"……… What do you think, Nina?

"No, it's not okay."

Asking the girl beside her, she nodded in mild condition. But the thoughts hidden behind it shouldn't be mild.

"What are you talking about?

"Gilta."

Looking into Giltar's eyes twisting his neck, I said.

"I want you to take my place in this village."

"Cruse, are you properly prepared? I'll leave you alone."

Careful, Nina pounds Cruse's back.

"It's okay. - I'm not a kid anymore."

In contrast, Cruse wears a boot with a string of bags on his shoulders while creating a swollen surface. The bag is for a getaway that she usually loves, cute but not much capacity.

"What is it? I'm not a kid at all."

The backpack carried by Nina as she said was as big as a mountain. I wonder what the hell's in there, that.

"I think they're both similar."

The way Lynn looks like that is the youngest today, no matter how you look at her at about ten years old.

"Lynn, are you sure you want such a light outfit?

What Yuka leaning on her little neck is holding is a well-made backpack that comes firmly to call her a backpack rather than a backpack. Because it's about her of the solid, she must have prepared herself well without being overwhelmed.

"Yeah. I'm always like this."

Lynn is almost handy. I only have one small bag with a red cover book, which I always hang from. I'm not worried because she's the one I'm most used to traveling with.

"You, too, is that all you need?

"Yeah, no problem."

Is my baggage about halfway between Yuka and Kluse? I'm not proud of it, but I'm quite used to traveling. I remember more than a thousand years ago because I was in my last life, but I don't think I'm so blunt.

Or, no matter how I think about it, Nina has too much.

"Sir!"

"Oh. Did you come to see me off?

Turning to the voice of Ala I was used to hearing, he wasn't the only one there.

Innis to Ala, Mel, Tier to Ruffle, Ritty to Seek, Orange and Thin Red, Belle to Liza, Finn, Cress... and almost all my other former students were in full swing.

"Are you really going to go?"

Somewhere in a crying voice, Ala asks.

"Oh, I asked you to stay away, Vigilante."

"Seikei..."

I stopped crying half the time when I got to Ruffle.

"Don't look like that, Ruffle. It's not like I'm never gonna see you again."

Ruffle squeezed his mouth tighter, but snorted.

"Shisei-oo!

But that's where my emotions broke down, and Mel stormed me.

Not tough enough to eat a four-legged tackle and stand, I'm pushed down by her as it is.

"After all, don't go -! Please stay at the mercy of the Mels all the time -!

"(a), Innis…… properly explained………?

I reach out my hand to the stepladder as she crushes my sight with woe and cry.

"I did. I did it three times, but this is it."

But Innis replied, only shrugging his shoulders. Three times...

"Mel, listen carefully."

I managed to peel her off and told her to bite and include it.

"We're just going on a little trip. I'll be back in less than a year."

Black eyes wet in tears punched twice, blinking.

"Hey! Great -!

In the next moment, the crying face had turned into a rainy rainbow-like smile.

"... be careful, aren't you? Outside this village, it's dangerous. Even the teacher is blunt."

"Thank you, Tia. Yuka and Lynn will follow you, and you'll be fine."

I smile at the little fairy girl who worries me even as I hear her hatred.

"... I knew I was worried. I wonder if medical care in this village will be okay without me..."

"It's okay, Dr. Nina's been mopping me for over 200 years."

Nina, who was worried the other way around, was encouraged by her disciple's doctors.

"Come on. It's time to go."

One spares one another a goodbye and we start walking with our luggage on our backs.

"Cruse, will you change direction?

"Yes, the light has always been in the same direction… pointing far east"

When he raised his cane and asked, Cruse stared at it and replied.

To me - I can't see anyone but Cruse, that light.

This wand scraped out of the grave marker tree. Lived there, a shard of soul.

Hundreds of loving students dropped me off.

The journey to find the first student began.