Thus, the wise strive for light - to start over with a life in different worlds

The night dawned and I was running from the cabin to Peswen past places like folding back.

Like I've been here before, this place only has snow everywhere I look, and we all have a little leisure time somewhere.

But there is no way that some of this could blame it on swallowing, and I enjoyed the peace between them.

I'm no exception, instead of a desk with a stiff back cover, I'll keep writing everything I can remember in the journal Bettenburg gave me.

Because I was originally good at these rides, even if I read the letters on a rocking carriage, I don't feel drunk at all.

Little, I'm proud of you.

But the problem is that I don't have a right arm, so I have to write with my left hand, which is not my dominant hand either.

For this reason, we must hide ourselves in our coat for a little while and distract ourselves from Sophia's gaze.

But that soon ended in jail for what it was.

"Is that it? Lazareth, were you keeping a diary?

"Well. Bettenburg used to tell me that. It's about the size of a notebook, so I've had it all along."

"Hmm? Interesting. Show me."

Mariarette glances at her face as she cleaves between conversations with Sophia.

I delay my reaction to her for a moment like that, and she's about to rob me of my journal.

But when it was done, Zahr picked up the notebook from my hand and drank her.

"Looking at people's diaries has a much better personality. I've been watching from the side, not as much as I can pinch my mouth."

"... bad, Zahr. Thanks."

"I don't mind. I couldn't see it, so I just got my hands on it."

Saying so, Zahr was in his original position...... when he returned to the closest place to your table, Marialette shrugged when she saw him like that.

"You're a lot tough. Normally, I think someone else's diary is an object of interest."

"Don't be boring. I just stopped you because you're uncomfortable."

"... you're short tempered. Then the people below are going to have a hard time."

"Are you gonna provoke me? Then I'm sorry I can't live up to expectations, but I'm not going to pull out my sword this time. Only," this time. "

... I'm not Mariarette either, but it's not like I've never thought of him as short tempered.

But I couldn't say that to a boulder, but I didn't feel like it was too much.

"Zahr, I'm glad you took refuge, but I don't think a little more shoulder strength will punish you."

"Sorry, I can't do that. Before I could pull my shoulders out, this was my vegetable."

"... well"

"Besides, before..."

He tried to say something, but after turning away for a moment, he would relax again and stop saying anything.

But if they have such a bumpy conversation, it's the human thing that bothers me.

"Zahr, if you have something to say, say it clearly."

"... no, it's nothing. If you think about it, you and I both know it was a bad thing."

"Even if it's the last thing, can you talk to me? We're friends."

"I'm sorry, but I can't meet that value. I'm honestly glad you called me a friend, but I'm guessing it's not about having to tell you everything you thought I'd do, is it?

"Well, that's true..."

You know, the silence starts drifting in the car.

... Somehow, even four years ago, I was stuck with cutting feathers, but now I feel like I can't afford everyone more than that.

It used to be just Isel's problem, but now it's a problem for all four powers.

... Wait.

I may have finally realized that I had to realize one, only one.

That too, to the questions that everyone would have if they were common sense people.

Four years ago, what were the other countries doing?

"... Mentila, um, I need to ask you something"

"What?

"Four years ago, what was the other country's response to Isel's anomaly?

"... Huh?

For a moment, he didn't seem to know what my question meant.

Evidence of this is that Mentila, who had been running her horse forward for a while earlier, looked back at this one once.

... No, I'm more qualified than to ask him.

"Hey, Mariarette. Four years ago, Peswen didn't mention anything to Isel?

"... four years ago?

"Oh. I want you to remember me well"

"... four years ago, four years ago..."

She's nagging, just grunting the word 'four years ago' over and over again.

I even felt the way it was for a moment creepy, but it seemed that there were others besides me who had that doubt, and no one who said anything against her showed up.

"I'm sorry. Can I ask you a question before I answer it?

"Oh."

"Four (...) years (...) ago (...) one (...) body (...), (...) what (...) started (...) kicking (...)? (...)"

The atmosphere in the carriage wandered, even if not in her words.

Did the boulder mentira also feel the heterogeneity of her statement, stop the horse, get herself out and look at this one.

But on the other hand, she kept her eyes open, as if she were surprised.

"What are you surprised about? Did I say something strange?

"... oh. Because Aruba knew what was going on in the letter..."

No, Aruba is part of the Sage Act. It is too dangerous to use only his words.

Besides, I had no idea Mariarette was going to lie like this.

Does Sophia know about that, too, a little tone enhancement and questioning?

"Wait a minute! So you want to hope Isel looked like the usual landscape from other countries!?

"... oh, that's what I'm saying..."

"Then we need to know nothing about the establishment of the Witch Nation or about the Law of the Wise!?

"You will. At least I've never heard of a witch country."

... Now I know.

Why does Mactoria not question the will of the wise man's law?

Why is a country called Forse on their side?

Because I don't know abnormality.

Everyone brought their heads to the discomfort they had been feeling, and when they were in silent thoughts, Zahr snapped so sober that he could hear them in the carriage.

"... like a spell."

"... oh. Magic doesn't have this power."

"... twisting people's memories, is it a spell"

It's not like you've never heard of a spell that interferes with people's memories.

But that was an event in my dreams, and my credibility is too low.

Besides, most importantly, he hasn't done anything against me. I just had a terrible dream.

... What if, when you decide to have a nightmare, he can represent?

"Let's hurry. It's not unlikely that the spell is being cast on King Peswen."

"... but suppose they were calling me"

"... Still, you don't endorse the Wise Men's Act, do you?

... he entrusts himself to a desire with a squeezing voice.

However, remembering a person means that it is possible to change the image of the wise man's law.

Besides, it hasn't been decided yet that Dahlia won't amplify their faith.

It turned out to be a slaughtered atmosphere earlier, and now I felt something that made me feel agitated rolled into this carriage.