323 - - And the changing days.

The next morning, after saying goodbye to Sargon and his wife, Sora got into the carriage heading east.

The next morning, after saying goodbye to Sargon and his wife, Sora boarded the carriage for the eastward trip.

In fact, this white cat is the great-grandson of Kuro and Shima.

Sola stopped by the town of Dadan to find out what had happened to the cats that had been a part of Mu's family.

The two cats that Enna had taken care of before the expedition were called "hero cats" and were loved and cared for by Enna, and they lived out their natural lives, leaving behind many offspring.

However, the number of cats had grown a little too large, and they were all mischievous, so we decided to take one of them as a traveling companion.

"Take care of him, White."

"Ouñao."

The kitten made a small guttural sound and bristled against Sora's index finger.

Sola stroked its forehead and looked out the window.

The fresh green groves of trees lining both sides of the street were shaking their leaves at nicely spaced intervals.

The monster that gave the area its name has long since been exterminated, but the name "Ko-oni no Mori" has remained intact.

Piles of logs are piled up by the roadside, and lumberjacks are laughing loudly as they wipe their sweat off their faces.

The smoke rising in the distance was not wolf smoke, but charcoal.

It was a forest like any other, surrounded by the gentle sunlight filtering through the trees.

Sora's eyes narrowed slightly at the sound of a woodpecker piercing the trunk of a tree with its pointed beak.

It might be the only reminder of those days left.

The wagon, wheels swaying, makes its way through the forest, taking half a day to reach its next stop.

The forest of kobolds was still there, but the name "bloodbath" was too disturbing.

The name of this place was changed to Akatetsu-river.

It is not only the name that has changed.

The riverbanks, which used to be nothing but log huts and street vendors, had also changed drastically.

The first thing that catches the eye is a large stone bridge crossing the red river.

There is one bridge further upstream and two bridges downstream, and they are called Tai-bashi, Naga-bashi, Tsugi-bashi, and Sue-bashi, after the first four people who built bridges on this river.

As the name suggests, the stones at the bottom of the red river contain iron in abundance, and a number of blacksmith workshops are located along the river for the purpose of collecting and processing iron.

There are also accommodations for river workers and small restaurants, and the town seems to be very busy as a blacksmithing town.

And that was not the only reason for the large number of people.

In the large plaza across the long bridge, wagons are constantly coming and going, and the place is crowded with people in a black mountain.

It seemed that the wagons were carrying the unloaded baggages to the building at the back of the square.

In the building, there was a strange vehicle that looked like a number of large carts attached to each other.

The goods brought by horse-drawn carts were being transshipped into these carts.

Under the wheels of the carts were two parallel bars of iron, running straight to the horizon.

In front of the coupled wagons, there is an object that looks like a stretched-out carriage of a boxcar.

At the front of the wagons was a wheeled water tank the size of a water mill.

The huge tank was filled with waves of powered water (ether) in which magic power had been dissolved.

This is the new means of transportation for the new age that Shin-Ohgokoku is proud of, the magic tank train.

"Oh, that's great, White!"

"Meow!"

You buy a box lunch from a vendor hanging around the boarding area, pay the fare at the entrance of the coach, and board the train.

You are free to sit wherever you like.

Sora is lucky enough to be seated by the window, and unfolds the wrapper of his lunch box on his lap.

Inside was a bucket of hard-baked bread with salted meat and smoked cheese.

She takes a big bite of it with a nostalgic feeling in her heart.

I gave the kitten a thin slice of boiled chicken that Enna had given me, and she ate it with her tail wagging and purring.

After a while, the departure whistle sounded and the car started to move slowly.

At first it was slow and sluggish, but it gradually accelerated and easily exceeded the speed of the carriage.

Sola sits back in her seat, marveling at the smoothness of the ride, which is almost vibration-free.

The view out of the window behind her is different from the one seen from the sky.

"This could be interesting. If Yuril and Moo were here, I'm sure they'd be sitting on the window.

"Meow?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you soon."

The magic tank train leaves the station on the Red Iron River, and in no time at all, it is speeding through the green land.

The wilderness, which used to be a place where sucking grass used to grow, has now been transformed into wheat fields and meadows with abundant crops.

We spent two hours enjoying the scenery that changed in different colors.

The white and brown colors that gradually mingled with each other finally covered all the ground.

We have entered the wilderness of the wind.

It is difficult to grow crops in the well-drained sandy soil where the wind blows dry all year round.　

However, this seemingly barren land is in fact a place where numerous resources lie dormant.

In the past few years, a large number of veins containing precious metals have been discovered in the intricate canyon region to the south.

In the rocky mountainous area further to the east, deposits of high quality rock salt have also been discovered.

Moreover, thanks to the value of the sand itself, the area has become a place where miners gather in search of riches, and before long it has been called the Wilderness of Hope.

After hurriedly reloading at the inn town, the train starts running again, the rails creaking.

The train finally arrives at the end of the day at the fortress of Mu.

This famous fortress, which still retains the vestiges of the old central government era, has now been converted into a station building that also serves as a lodging facility for passengers.

Overlooking the black surface of the lake, Sora enjoys a steak of sand lizard meat grilled on a rock salt plate to his heart's content.

She enjoys the bath, which is more luxurious than before, and slips into bed with her groomed kitten in her arms.

The next morning, the view out of the window makes Sora let out an involuntary yelp of surprise.

The mysterious swamp, which had been mud, mud, mud as far as the eye could see, had been transformed into a beautiful lake with crystal clear water.

Towering in the center of the greenish-blue landscape is the town of Rammerla, with its white spires jutting out from the city.

A number of stone bridges with arches lead from the shore, creating a magnificent view.

Looking more closely, one can see many silver dots floating here and there on the surface of the lake.

Some people in a small boat seem to be working near them.

The city of Rummella, with its famous underground prison and the cathedral of the temple of the almighty, is now a very popular tourist destination and pilgrimage site.

But there are other major specialties of the city.

Since the time when witches were feared, the silver floating flower has inhabited the swamps.

The drops in the petals of these flowers have the effect of restoring magic power, so that today, when magic bottles and vats are becoming the mainstream, the demand for these flowers is rising like a flying dragon.

Sola thinks that behind the change from a gloomy view to a wonderful scene, there must have been the blood-soaked efforts and hardships of many people.

When she returned to her homeland for the first time in twenty-five years, she found that it had been transformed into a wonderful place by everyone's hands.

Sighing from the bottom of his heart, Sola boards the train without saying goodbye to his friends, who are probably busy.

"I'll definitely come back later, so please give me a break, Mr. Lam, Mr. Khoo..."

The train bypassed the marshland and headed for the mountain range lying north to south.

Of course, it was impossible for the train, which could only travel on two tracks, to climb the steep mountains.

The train, breaking wind, headed for the tunnels that had been dug through the mountains.

After passing through the dimly lit canyon, the train continued in a straight line toward a large red river meandering through the plain.

At first, it seemed to be a large rock standing on the bank of the river.

But as it gets closer, the passengers start to make a bit of a commotion because of the strange sense of perspective.

It was too big.

If it were a single structure, its height and width would be unbelievable.

As soon as the distance between the two structures was shortened and they were clearly visible, many of them leaned out of the windows and cheered.

It was an overturned shell of a giant tortoise.

As everyone gazed up at its heavenly majesty, the train was sucked into the hole where the face of the giant tortoise must have entered and exited.

Inside the shell was a magnificent city.

Stairs and houses are lined up along the sides of the hard and sturdy interior of the shell, and many of them seem to be under construction.　

A large box-shaped vehicle, which moves up and down on a thick chain connected to a pulley, can be seen.

The ceiling had several openings where spines had been removed, and a star-like glow was spreading directly above us.

These holes are covered with a tent, which is supposed to be pulled closed when it rains.

Since the Red River cannot be crossed, the western route of the magic tank train terminates at the town of Koura.

There is a large inn just outside the station building, and Sora and the others tuck into the local specialty, red fish cuisine.

"This is very tasty, isn't it?

"Meow."

"Excuse me, three more plates, please!"

"Meow!"

The next day, Sora and Kitten crossed over to the other side of the river in a large magic tanker and changed to a train on the eastern line.

Now that they are here, they are almost at their destination.

Less than half a day later, they saw a golden island floating in the air.　　　　　　　　

To be precise, it is not an island at all, but a treetop covered with golden leaves.

The golden tree that sprouted from Yuril's body was now a giant tree that towered to the sky.

The diameter of its thick trunk exceeded 500 paces.

Under the umbrella of its branches and leaves was built the central city of Euralir.

The name is derived from the real name of the great holy tree Euralir, but it is also called the City of the Holy Tree or the City of Gold because of its appearance.

The city of the golden tree became the political center of the central country because of the desire to rely on its blessings.

The fear of the great hole that has been drilled into the land for hundreds of years cannot be dispelled in a few decades, I suppose.

As the train approaches, the city at the base of the hole becomes clearly visible.

The white chalk buildings are lined up seamlessly to match the white trunks.

They are neither made of wood nor stone, but of white sand.

The fine sand from the wilderness of the broken winds is brought here.

The perimeter has been added several times due to the increasing number of inhabitants, and the outermost wall has already overhung the umbrella of branches.

The train slides into the station at the outer edge, and the arrival bell rings with a squeak of its wheels.

Sola jumped down from the carriage and stretched out with the white cat on her shoulder.

"Finally, we're here!

"Meow!"

"Well, how do I get to Ulil's place ......?"

As I looked around, I saw an orderly flow of people.

There were groups of people with baggage, merchants, pilgrims and tourists, people dressed in clothes that did not include them, and armed people just like Sora.

There are separate entrances and exits for each purpose, and they seem to guide us smoothly to the commercial and tourist areas.

Naturally, Sora and Kitten joined the tourist route to the center of the city.

They enjoy the cityscape at their leisure, eating sour bread with plenty of ham and salted golden leaves sandwiched in between and freshly squeezed golden fruit juice, a specialty at a food stall along the way.

The waves of people, more than in all the towns we have passed so far combined, dwindle in number as we approach the center of the capital.

The further one goes inward, the more luxurious the mansions seem to become.

Eventually, the group of tourists arrives at a large square.

This place, where the white trunks can be seen clearly from above, seems to be the limit of the public's access.

Quietly leaving the admiring people behind, Sola hides herself in the shadows.

The great sacred tree was surrounded by a wall of white sand around its base to keep people from getting too close.

It was tall enough for four or five adults to climb over, and the lack of unevenness made it difficult to climb over.

Sola quickly finds an unpopular place, checks her surroundings, and puts the kitten in her bosom.

Then she lightly jumps up on the spot.

However, she stalls less than half the height of the fence, and returns to the ground without a trace.

It was then that something strange happened.

Sola's body, which should have landed on the ground, jumped again as if she had stepped on a spring.

Sola easily reached a higher position than before.

However, she still could not get over the wall.

Just as it seemed that she was destined to fall again, her body somehow remained perfectly still in the air, just like the kitten she had met.

With a nonchalant look on her face, she steps out into the empty space.

As if there was an invisible staircase, Sola moves lightly up in the air.

When she reached the top of the wall, she jumped into the other side.

The root of the big tree seems to be well cleaned.

Just at the edge of the clean ground where there were no fallen leaves, Sola stopped again.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Euril.

As she lowered the kitten to the ground, Sola approached the trunk and gently touched its bark.

Then, she raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment.

"It's ...... too big, I don't see the Euril factor. Hmmm... I wonder if there is anything that might interest you..."

Sola rummages through her backpack, and her eyes light up when she feels a hard texture hidden at the bottom of the bag.

What was pulled out was a small old barrel.

"Dr. Odle gave it to me, but in this case I don't have much choice."

When the lid is uncorked, the aroma of rich, thick alcohol overflows.

The bottle seemed to be quite old, but Sola emptied it boldly into the base of the tree without any sign of hesitation.

She pressed her forehead against the trunk of the tree and looked as if she was searching for something again.

Immediately, his mouth relaxed as if to say, "Oh, no, I'm not going to do that.

"You haven't changed your easygoing nature, have you, Yuril? You haven't changed your drinking ways, have you, Mr. Ulir?　It seems a little small. Well, I guess it'll do. Okay, !

The next moment, a crack appeared in the trunk, and a naked girl rolled out from inside.

The girl lands on the ground bouncing on the ground and tilts her head prettily after her eyes often widen.

"Oh, is this ......?"

She has translucent white skin and silver hair that reaches almost to her knees.

The left and right ears are long and pointed, and their backsides are gray.

And her beauty is almost perfectly formed with a hint of innocence.

With all these features, there is no mistaking her.

"...... Yu, Yuril?"

"Oh, that voice is Sola's ......, isn't it?"

Both of them looked very different from each other, but it was enough for them to exchange a few words.

Sola jumps into Yuril's chest with a mighty leap as he opens his arms.

"Yuril-san ......, Yuril-san!"

"Sola, it's good to see you again. Sora-san ......"

A white hand is gently placed on Sola's back as she buries her face in Yuril's chest.

Sola shivered quietly at the comforting and nostalgic touch.

"Sola, you have grown up so much, haven't you? By the way, why am I ......?"

"...... my,magic trick,......,,and,......,only,the,human,element.... ... to take out the ......"

Yuril's hand was placed gently on Sola's head as she was choking on her words over and over again due to her overflowing emotions.

"You did your best, Sola. Thank you for ....... Thank you so much.

A hand caressing her hair comes down and rests softly on her cheek.

"You're so wounded. ....... I'm sorry you had to go through so much. I'm sorry, Sola.

"Don't apologize, Mr. Euril. ....... We're just together now. ......"

Yuril, smiling like a compassionate mother, gently caresses Sola, whispering thank you again and again.

How many times have I remembered this voice and hand that I had engraved in my heart during a bad night or an unbearable hunger?

As she relaxes her body completely, a startled voice suddenly falls into her ear.

"Oh, my, my, my, my..."

"Is something wrong, Mr. Yuril?　What!"

Sola opens her eyes and hurries to reach out for it when she feels the silky touch on her cheek and neck.

What hit her fingertips was her hair, which she had not grown for a long time.

Moreover, it was shiny to the point of being frightening.

I felt something strange on my face, too, so I touched it and found that the firmness of my skin was noticeably different.

When I stared at his hands, it was obvious that the wrinkles and blood vessels had disappeared, and he looked younger as if he was in his teens.

"This is ......."

"Well, maybe it's because there are so many people here. It's like it sucks all the life force out of you. That's why ......"

"I see. So that's why it looks so cute."

The girl, cloaked in unusual magic, smiled as Sola removed her cloak and handed it to her, wrapping it happily around her.

Then she looks a little disappointed.

"It's been a while since I've been human again, so I guess I haven't adjusted well yet. So, um, I'm just sharing."

"Oh, no. I was going to make Tall girl melt with the charms of a mature woman.

"I'm sorry. But your tone is more like Sola's."

Perhaps it is because I have become young again, but my language also seems to be influenced by it.

Sighing heavily, Sola took an old blue ribbon from her backpack and tied her hair back.

Yuril picks up the kitten that has been nuzzling his ankle, and smiles at him as usual.

"I thought this was another graduation. Oh, well, I'll have Thor bring it back to me.

"Speaking of which, what about you two?"

"My magic technique requires me to be in the same space. So I thought I'd ask Yuril to help me. You're still connected to them by magic, right?

Yuril stared innocently back at Sola's expectant gaze.

He seemed to be waiting for her next words.

"...... Um, Mr. Yuril. Are you still sharing your magical power with Thor and the others?

Finally, the words made sense, and Yuril put down the kitten he was holding and clapped his hands together.

"I'm sorry. I've been in the tree for a long time, I guess I've been in the tree for a long time. Well, I'll check it out soon.

Euril looks at the sky for a moment and then lets out a relieved breath.

"Yes, I can feel the flow of magic like a string, leading somewhere far away. You are safe."

"Thank God. Well, can you pull it or something to pull it back this way?"

No, it's going to fall apart if I force it. If you have something to hook it on, like this: ......"

"Hook it?"

"Well, I don't know what to say. Tall people get mixed up in so many different things that the boundaries are blurred. So, if there was some kind of easy to recognize marker, I think we could work something out. ......"

"A landmark. How about this?

Sola lifted up with enthusiasm a black vajra stone ring on her ring finger.

"Oh, that might be nice."

"Oh, do you have one for Ulil?"

"Wait a minute. I remember I kept it around here somewhere..."

As the girl approached, a small hollow suddenly appeared on the white trunk of the golden tree.

She inserted her hand into it and fumbled for it, but then pulled out a glove happily, as if she had found it.

The gloves were a little too small due to the shrinkage of the body, but Ulil proudly held up the gloves with the black vajra stones on them.

Sola approaches the ring and lightly knocks it into place.

The properties of the black vajra stone are unchanging.

Hundreds of years have passed, but its clear tone remains unchanged.

"Let's start ......."

With his spirited voice, tremendous magical power overflows from Yuril's body.

As if in response, the branches and leaves of the golden tree began to sway in unison.

Slowly and deliberately, he is bringing Thor and the others to the present moment.

Beads of sweat bead up on Yuril's forehead, and his pure white skin turns reddish.

After a few seconds of heavy silence, a clear sound suddenly rings out from nowhere.

"What is this?

"You must be Thor. This is--!"

Yuril exhaled loudly and extended his hand into the air as if to reach out.

Sora, who was supporting his back, also lifted her hand as if leaning in close.

The glove and the ring touched each other again, and a beautiful sound was heard.

The exact same sound came back from the void.

"Here it is!　Mr. Thor, Mr. Mumm!"

With the girl's shout, the space in front of you shakes greatly and someone's shadow suddenly appears.

Ulil shouts with joy and tries to run up to them, but he stops dead in his tracks with his eyes wide open.

There was a strange, colorless mass of something.

He barely recognizes it as a person because it has what looks like arms and legs.

However, the outline of the figure is constantly blurred, and its shape is blurred and indistinct.

Ulir stood stunned at the sight of the result of being crushed by the pressure of time.

"Oh, no. ......"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. It's not only that I've mastered. Yes, I can do anything if I'm here.

Sola, who had steadfastly supported Yuril's staggering shoulders, smiled wryly.

"Sola, you've become really reliable ......."

"Heh heh. First of all, I have to make sure it's properly fixed..."

At the same time as they said these words, the blurring of Thor and Mu's bodies disappeared and their shapes instantly took shape.

However, their appearance is still molten, and they have hardly regained their human-like qualities.

"There's a lot of extra stuff mixed in, isn't there? Then . And only the person himself!

Just as Toll and the others seemed to have disappeared, the next moment they were standing there, exactly the same as they had been twenty-five years earlier.

Thor quickly looks up in front of the gasping Sola and the others.

He stares at the women intently, then looks away and up at the giant tree beside him.

He turns to Thora and Yuril again, scratches the bottom of his chin and opens his mouth.

I'm home."

"O,ogaeri,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na!"

Thora ran out without being able to finish because of her dammed up tears and jumped into Thor's arms.

Then she hit her head hard against Moo, who was sound asleep.

"Hey!"

When the child opened his eyes in surprise, Yuril jumped on him.

The four of them were still clumped together, pushing and shoving each other and struggling.

They cried and laughed for a while, and after a few moments of persistent cheek rubbing, Mu snapped.

"Oh, my God!　What, God!"

We said our goodbyes, but somehow we were soon reunited, and Yuril was even younger than before.

And in a strange place with a big tree, it is understandable that they are confused.

"I'm sorry, Moo-chan."

"You don't know what's going on, do you?

"It's me, Euril. Look, don't you recognize me?

"You used to be fluffier than this!"

"Hey, Sola. What's wrong with her?　Come on, come on, prickly prickly.

Tor-chan, this is not the time!

I'm sorry.

As Mu's lips twitched in a sulk, Sola gave him a hearty smile.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.

I'm younger now than I was when we first met, but Yuril is smiling at me in a gentle, enveloping way.

The real Thor was a hundred times more handsome than the Thor I had met so many times in my dreams.

The bright and cheerful Mu is still bright and cheerful.

"Now, if only I could have made the reunion even cooler!

Thor shakes his head in denial when Sora mumbles to himself in self-mockery.

"No, I was very happy, Thora."

"Really?　Are you falling in love with me all over again, by any chance?"

To this question, Thor simply smiled a cheek-loosening smile.

They stare at each other, and Moe rolls on the ground and gets angry.

"This is no time for lovey-dovey!　I'm so hungry!"

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot. I brought you a treat. I'll be back in a minute."

Apologizing, Sola hurriedly took a plate out of her backpack and handed it to the three men.

However, there was nothing on it.

Facing the empty plate, Mu's words became colder than ice.

"Sora-nee-chan's faith has been completely shattered," he said. I can't go back to her.

"Wait, wait. Let's go, !

The next moment, a bright red fish stew suddenly appeared on a plate held by a child.

Moe's purple eyes twinkle as steam rises from the fish as if it were freshly cooked.

It's a specialty of the Red River. Please enjoy it!

"I love you, Sola!"

Moe happily bites into the fish after being handed a fork.

Thor looks on in surprise as Sola smiles and watches Moe eat.

"Was that ......?"

"Yes, Thor, you can have one too. I wonder if Yuril-san would like this one..."

On Thor's plate was a stew with vegetables and meat rolling around.

For Yuril, a bowl of bright red soup appears without warning.

"Here is Enna's special rabbit stew and Stora's specialty red turnip soup!

"Oh, it tastes nostalgic. Yes, it's delicious.

"...... delicious."

After taking a bite, Thor asked in a whisper.

"How long did it take you?　Sola."

"Hmmm, just twenty-five years."

"I see,...... I see. Thank you, Sola.

No, no, you're welcome. It was worth it, Thor.

One after another, dishes and drinks from various regions are , and an enjoyable banquet begins.

Starting with the story of Sola's twenty-five years of wandering, the situation in each country and the changes that have occurred in the central region are also discussed in detail.

Moo, his stomach full, plays with a kitten on the way to the banquet.

"What is the Great Hero Memorial Hall? It's not in my nature to be celebrated.

"I've been taken care of too many times, so I've had enough."

"Mr. Euril, you've been treated like a deity. Oh, by the way, I saw the statue of Mr. Stragin in his home country. It really was about fifty times bigger than the original.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm glad I recommended you.

"Oh, I remember now. I heard in the port town of Stora that they found a big island to the west. It might be a continent. And there were some monster-like creatures there.

"Well, it will be interesting to be an adventurer again on a new continent."

I'm interested in being an explorer.

"Moo, I want to fly through the sky like Ohanee-chan!"

Hearing these words, Yuril stands up with a smack.

"Oh, I completely forgot again. You got something from Mr. Mumm, didn't you?"

"What's the matter, Eu-ba-chan?"

"Yes, I'm sure you'll be surprised."

As he said this, Yuril clapped his hands lightly as if calling something to the treetops above his head.

The branches and leaves shook and a black mass flew out.

Moe let out a loud cry as he saw the familiar figure flapping its wings in the air and descending.

"Kurosuke!

"Wait a minute. Isn't it kind of big?"

Sola had a good point.

The beetle, which had once fit in the palm of my hand, was now larger than Mu.

Yuril proudly describes the giant beetle that has landed on the ground.

"Every year I share the fruits of the golden tree and the power of life with it, and it grows up like this."

"Do rhinoceros beetles live that long?"

"No, I've never heard of it either. ......"

"Kuroisuke, will you put Moo on it?

Leaving the two adults looking at each other, the child straddles Kurosuke's back with great enthusiasm.

As soon as his wings opened, he was flung off.

"Whew!"

The beetle, which was flying around as if it was worried about its master who was lying on the ground, suddenly swooped down and held Moo's body tightly with its six legs.

It soars high into the sky.

Moo is snatched up by the rhinoceros beetle and carried away into the air.

Looking around, the child excitedly let out another loud cry.

"This is just the way it's supposed to be!"

Thor nodded in satisfaction as he looked up at Moo flying through the treetops with the beetle.

The beginning was hard and painful.

However, supported by many people, Thor's life as an adventurer took a major turn in his twenty-fifth year.

A childhood friend revived, a faceless child who lived with a stray cat in a back alley.

And with the addition of a rejuvenated old landlady as a companion, the scene before Thor's eyes expands, as if the cramped days of the past are now a lie.

The young lady and the butler, who jumped into the scene like a storm and declared themselves rivals in high spirits.

A pair of men, bitter but lovable, struggling to change the hunting ground of the choking, bloody river.

Boys and girls who adore Thor and gradually grow up.

These encounters gave Thor new stimulation one after another.

In the wilderness of the broken wind, his next hunting ground, Thor meets an old friend.

He is shown the harsh life of his former friend who lost his wife, but behind the sandstorm lies a glimmer of hope.

Thor sees his own friends in the image of a tightly-knit family.

And the thoughts of a dying friend at the bottom of the earth, where the abominable ants nest.

The girls who have gone on together have taught him how to be a leader.

At the same time, Thor learned the pain of being expected by those around him, and the comfort of meeting those expectations.

Thor and his friends continue to move forward, but finally a great wall stands in their way.　

A legendary monster that lives deep in the swamp.

Thor and his friends are fearful and intimidated, but with the support of his friends, he regains his spirit to take on the challenge.

Thor defeats the huge threat and finally arrives at the underground prison that leads to the heroic figure.

There, too, he finds himself in the midst of a last-ditch battle, where various thoughts and feelings are brewing.

Returning to his hometown and learning of the future that lies beyond the sealing of the miasma-causing hole, Thor has made a resolution.

He decided to save the world in which everyone lives.

And he did it.

So what should he do next?

I don't need to answer that.

Thor's gaze turns further and further away through the golden leaves.

Their radiance seems to bless us with a far-reaching journey ahead.

"All right, let's go, too."

"Have you decided where you're going?　Tall girl."

"Yes, everywhere."

Through the efforts of many adventurers, a nation was born in this land that has enjoyed hundreds of years of peace and tranquility.

The name of that country, which is etched deeply in the memories of the people, is the Land of Thor.

This is the story of a man who tried to save his childhood friend and eventually saved the world.

The rest of the story will be told somewhere else.