175 []/(n, vs) separation/

"Sin-Lu! What's wrong!?

After all the work, when I met up with a member of the stall in front of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, Lara-Luu changed his blood phase and grabbed me by Sin-Luu.

Sin-Lu, who made a large mole under his right eye and bloodstained the edge of his lip, responds facelessly that he "took an unconsciousness".

"What is unconsciousness!? No way, someone attacked you!?

"Don't speak up. People in town think it's something."

Sin-Lu is only a deposition.

Lara-Luu still takes it to Sin-Luu's chest like that, kicking Ai-Fa's figure.

"Why does Sin-Lu have to meet such an eye when Ai-Fa is following me! If you were an i-fa, wouldn't you make it easy for any opponent to kick ass!?

"No. Ey-Fa did his Ey-Fa job. My inability to do my job was due to my impudence, and I have no responsibility whatsoever for I-Fa"

Ai-fa, he kept his mouth shut.

Perhaps Ai-Fa was suspicious of Sanjula's harm, so he couldn't leave me or Vina-Lou.

But if you tell it, you will also reveal your sentiment that you did not think that Sin-Luu's power would prevent Sanjula from attacking, so as a result, you will no longer be able to talk about anything.

So Ai-Fa didn't say anything, keeping his mouth tightly tied.

After such a glimpse of Ai-Fa, Sin-Lu grabbed Lara-Lu's shoulder all the way.

"There is nothing wrong with any of these injuries. I just need to be trained to do my job properly."

"But...!

"Shut up. It's nothing to say that you made a scene. Isn't it cuter to cry than to be angry when that happens?

"You're the one. Come on!," Lara-Luu's eyes, who turned back to Rud-Luu, were engulfed with tears.

"Oh, my God, you're crying.... Yeah, that was Sin-Lu's fault too. At times like this, I'm sorry to make you worry - or say," Give me a hug and it'll fit in a circle. "

Sin-Lu remained silent, letting blood climb up his cheek.

Of course Lara-Lew is turning bright red more than that, and has made her angry, less mouth-watering.

After laughing "ihihi" at their appearance like that, Rudd-Lou let his eyes shine sharply on his lid.

"It would be nice if Asta and Vina had pimples. It's not just every time Sin-Lu meets such an eye. Is it okay to go home for more stories, Ai-Fa?

"Hmm. I think it's easier not to talk where there are other people's ears like this"

"All right, well, let's just go to the woods."

That's what Rudd-Lou was about to say, and a bunch of skin capes approached.

Of course - it is a "pot of silver".

The person who was at the head of it stands in front of me and Vina-Lou and takes the hood off.

It is Schmiral.

Vina-Lou turned away for a moment and then glanced at you with an angry look.

"Asta, Vina-Lou, it's late, sorry. Greetings, I'm here."

"Thank you, Schmiral. It's good to see you."

I was relieved, nervous, and disturbed by my senses, and I could still respond that way with a smile.

"Oh, there must have been something about you," Rud-Lew said, wiggling her yellow-looking hair.

"That's kind of a noisy day.... but if you're solidifying in a place like this, even the guards are going to call you?

It may not get to that point, but the passers-by's eyes were just blinking. There are nine people by the forest, ten people by the east, and two Totos. Even the stone streets, which are 10 meters wide, can be an obstacle to passage.

"Um, shall we turn to the back of the building? There's a spacious place just in front of you on your way back to the woods."

My proposal was accepted and moved quickly.

Sheila-Lou brought me Gill's reins, and I'll take the streets south.

Then, once she pulled back, Sheila-Lou took some small baggage from the rear of the luggage and approached me again.

"Asta, the dried meat was safe and could be given to a group of the people of the south. Copper coins are kept with the stalls."

"Oh, thank you.... so, uh, the special dried meat I prepared..."

"Yes, they seemed very pleased with you."

That said, Sheila-Lou grinned - a much clearer smile of delight for her.

"And from a group of leaders named Balan, I kept this"

"Huh? Is that...?

"They say it's fruit liquor. Apparently, it's a lot more expensive."

When Sheila-Lou unwrapped the cloth, from there he did see the earthen bottle of fruit liquor and thought container.

However, it is not the fruit liquor of one red copper coin that the forest people love to drink. A luxurious fruit liquor, once served by Camus, housed in a rugged, smooth-textured earthen bottle.

And that's two.

"Uh... Giving something like this is not the fashion of Genos or the fashion of Jagal. But if you were preparing something similar, you still said something like that."

Looks like Balan's old man looks angry and twitches in his eyes.

"And he also said this.... in a year at the latest, he will definitely come to Genos again. If you hadn't breathed until then, it wouldn't have happened."

"... ok. Thank you."

Sheila-Lou nodded and went back to get some fruit liquor again.

Instead, Ai-Fa comes face-to-face.

"Asta, are you crying?

"Cry, fool!

When he accidentally returned a strong voice, Ai-Fa let his lips snap, "Why am I an idiot?"

I say "sorry" back to you, and then I turn my eyes to Schmiral's back, who walks in front of me.

Balan's old man, Aldas, and this Schmiral are going to be a long goodbye today.

Emotions that have been kept under my chest bring swollen sickles.

(... cry, fool)

Next time the fool goes down the road without knowing who it's directed at.

Continue south through the stone streets, through the narrow side road between a certain inn and the inn to the east, and suddenly your sight opens.

It's a space where the soil is peeled off, where there's nothing.

On the other side, the beauty of the forest is spreading.

Behind you, a row of buildings.

In front of you, the forest.

And in the woods, only one narrow path stretches.

It is the path that leads to the settlement by the forest.

This is the border between the town and the forest.

Back in the day, those who oppose our business and those who welcome us were to get into a mess and assemble, that place.

That's where we're headed.

Forestside people against the backdrop of the forest.

The people of the east against the backdrop of the town.

Stand in silence, as if you were each representative.

"Until now, delicious food, thank you"

Schmiral combines his fingertips in a strange way and lowers his head.

Then the people who were lined up on the left and right side of the line peeled off their hoods.

Members of the Silver Pot, ten.

Only Schmiral and Radajid, the deputy chief who showed up before Jomtien today, and then a young man whose name was unknown who visited the store the first day it opened.

Maybe the young man is at the left end of row one.

This young man tried "Gibba Burger" to bring his brothers from the Chamber of Commerce to the stalls.

For our store, it is the second customer to open the store, following Tara.

It was the day after that that that Schmiral first came to me.

A member of the "Silver Pot" came to visit me in total when Balan's old man said that the meat was delicious or irrelevant.

That's how your buddies got together and made a whole lot of noise.

Has it been more than a month since then?

Has it only been a month since then?

I was thinking about that, and Schmiral walked right in front of me.

Vina-Lou stands next to one of them.

But Schmiral stood before me first.

"Asta, say hello, it's late, sorry"

"No, I don't..."

"Today, one day, Castle Town, I was there"

"Huh?"

"Cycleus, I was talking, collecting. I was looking into bad rumors, the truth."

I was surprised and didn't have a voice.

Schmiral's eyes narrow with regret.

"Extra imitation, sorry. But, Asta, power, I wanted to be. Cycleus, I, I wanted to know how dangerous it is.... time, not enough, the truth, I didn't know"

"Oh no... how could Schmiral..."

"But the truth, the people I know, I saw you. The person, asta, power, will be. Someday, the person, Xuanrong Pavilion, will visit, I think."

Who knows the truth about the bad rumors of Cycleus.

But that's a bad rumor that Schmiral heard, so I'm sure it's a project that has nothing to do directly with the people by the woods.

But I didn't care about that.

I'm just glad that Schmiral showed us that far - and I was angry.

"Schmiral, why are you imitating such a dangerous thing? Isn't it Similar herself who advised me that Cycleus should stay away because he's dangerous?

"Asta, I'm angry, I knew. But I wanted to be a force."

With that said, Schmiral laid his eyes down softly.

"Excuse me. I couldn't contain my feelings,"

If you have such sad eyes, you won't even be able to complain.

"Schmiral doesn't look over there, does it? You look so calm and calm."

"Yes, my fellow countrymen, the same thing, often said"

He likes to chat without looking, and he's a passionate schmiral without looking.

I kind of laughed like I wanted to cry.

"... but it was a pleasure to guide us that way. Thank you very much."

"No.... the person, Michele of Turan, fine. I'm sure it will help."

Then one of the Silver Kettles, who was silently listening to this question, slowly proceeded to his feet.

"The person, the people by the woods, we meet, we need it. Me, last night, stars, I read."

It was a much older Sim people.

Being skinny is no different. However, its pitch-black surface is engraved with deep wrinkles and muscles floating around its neck and arms. He has a gentle eye, as if he had tailored Schmiral to his old age.

"The people of the woods, their figures, by meeting them, will gain further power. If you do, people by the woods, roads, open them."

So this is Sim's astrologer?

A murderous star named Zazz-Sung leaves, he prophesied - and he said he couldn't read my stars, an astrologer.

Somehow, my spine cracked.

The old man, after staring at me for a while with his calm but emotionally unreadable eyes, shifts his gaze all the way to Ai-Fa.

"You're a cat star."

"What?"

"Wesen, after you leave, by the woods, destiny, will be transformed. Three lions awaken, the people by the woods, the future, guide. Three lion stars, by the way, cat stars, monkey stars, eagle stars, blink, future, whatever, bright."

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. What's a cat?

"Forestside, cat, aren't you there? Kingdom of the East, I'm here. It's a sacred beast."

That said, the astrologer narrowed his eyes a little pleasantly.

You're a girl like a cat on the streets of the stars, or maybe you're thinking about it.

I'll put my gaze back on Schmiral.

"... ok. Whatever it is, I believe in the eyes that look at people in Schmiral. If that person named Michel of Turan shows up, you should listen to him."

"Yes, I'm sure it will be a force."

As relieved, Schmiral said.

And he comes forward with his right arm that was hidden in his long cape.

Its black, smooth fingertips were gripped with a beautiful cloth wrap.

"Asta, I have a gift, I have one"

"Huh? What is it?

"It's a drink."

While I tilted my neck, I tried to unwrap it.

What emerged from it was a clear cylindrical glass - a beautiful glass glass glass glass that I had seen at the opening of the Silver Kettle someday.

This is one set in two.

"Ey-fa, this -" I look back next door unexpectedly.

Ai-Fa, too, had her eyes round to her surprise.

"Asta, it's a meeting, a blessing, a feeling.... I was wondering what to give. Then Asta, Ai-Fa, enthusiastic, this glass, watched, Radajid, heard."

Would that have been more than twenty days ago? Me and I-Fa visited the Silver Pot store to buy Sims' vegetable cutting knife and disaster relief necklace.

Speaking of which - I feel like Schmiral was absent at that time and it was a much taller East folk who had the store number.

"Go ahead, use it. It is also the house of Fa, dinner and thanksgiving"

"... although the price of an overnight dinner is likely to be a lot higher"

While happily glowing his eyes, Ey-Fa said so only stubbornly.

Schmiral stares calmly at such an eye-fa.

"Value, it doesn't matter. Asta, Ai-Fa, something to please you, I wanted to give you. If the stone on the side of the road, seemed pleased, the stone, I would have given it away. It doesn't matter."

"I don't mind winning when I talk to a man with a mouth like you."

That's what Ai-Fa said, but I was about to get my chest clogged.

So I pulled a gift from the luggage truck myself, and when I looked back in momentum, Sheila-Lou stood in his hand with a cloth wrap.

I'll thank Sheila-Lou and then I'll give it to Schmiral.

"Schmiral, this is a gift from Fa's house to the folks at Silver Pot. Dried meat with a bit of a special way of making it, so eat it within three days. It's softer than regular dried meat, and I think if it was anything, it could still hold."

Schmiral happily narrowed his eyes and received the package, "Thank you".

The glow and words of those eyes were all I had.

Each of the nine Sim people standing behind me is also bowing their heads.

Schmiral thus entrusted the wrap to the hands of his compatriots - standing before Vina-Lou.

"... Vina-Lou, two days ago, all of a sudden, visiting, sorry"

Vina-Lou stared back at Schmiral silently.

Schmiral, too, stares very quietly at Vina-Lou.

"Me, tomorrow, morning, Genos, I'm leaving"

…………

"Genos, back, six months, later. And another month, Genos, business, Sims, I'm going home. We, the Pot of Silver, that's life."

…………

"And six months, home, I'm off. And for a year, we'll travel again. Old, traveling, impossible, until, that life, goes on. We, travel, love. We are a wandering people. Sim, the king, the people of the stone capital, I don't travel, but we, the people of the meadows, travel, that is, life."

"... it's longer to be traveling than it is to be awesome in my hometown... I also think that's a nice life wow..."

In a low voice, Vina-Lou said.

"I also envy such a life because I admired the outside world by the woods... but after all... I am a people by the woods..."

There is no expression on Vina-Lou's face.

But it seemed to me that it wasn't because I hadn't moved my emotions, but because I desperately suppressed them.

"I cannot abandon my family... the souls of the people by the woods must be returned to the woods..."

Schmiral nodded small as he stared at Vina-Lou.

"It feels right, I think.... but I, for the past two days, have thought about it. So, finally, my heart, it's decided."

…………

"Me, Vina-Lou, marriage bonds, I want"

Schmiral said that clearly.

Me, Lara-Lu, Sheila-Lu, breathe.

And Vina-Lou, shaking his head slowly.

"I wonder if you were listening to me...?

"Yes."

"... you want me to abandon the woods and my family...?

"No."

"Then I'm going to give up the journey you love......?

"No."

"Then what are you saying...? I have no idea what you're talking about. Wow..."

"Me, the work of the Chamber of Commerce, stop, I can't. But Sims, my family, I'm not here. Me, my compatriots, The Pot of Silver, nine people, everything."

And Schmiral said this quietly.

"So, Sim, throw it away, people by the woods, it will be. … As a folk by the woods, I would like to continue with the" Pot of Silver ", work"

Vina-Lou moved his expression for the first time.

A pale colored eye sees Schmiral as he sees even the unbelievable.

"But... abandoning Sims means abandoning God...? Then everyone around them won't be my countrymen anymore...?

"Yes. But, guys, you've forgiven me. Brothers, gone. The people of the meadows, gone. But as the people by the woods, the son of Selva, the Western god, he worked, continued, forgiven me. He was not a compatriot, he was a friend, he worked, he continued, he forgave me."

"... I wonder if there's such a convenient story...?

Vina-Lou hugged her own body as if it were cold.

Schmiral stares at Vina-Lou with the same serene eyes.

"Convenient, bad, just two. Me, the people of the west, The Pot of Silver, Mahdra, come in, you will not be forgiven. Me, Sim, you won't be able to live there.... but still, brothers, you told me. Brothers, even if it's gone, we're friends."

"But..."

"Mahydra, commerce, I give up. Sims, purchasing jobs, compatriots other than me, I'll take it.... Radajid, that's what you said. Captain, Radajid, I'll take over. As I, the people of the west, and the people of the woods," The Pot of Silver, "work, inspire."

…………

"The people of the meadows, the souls, the meadows, I give back. Me, my soul, Moribe, I dedicate. Meadows, homeland, abandon, very painful, but with nine friends, Vina-Lou, with me, happiness, being able to live, I thought."

Schmiral's voice remained as calm as his eyes were.

But I'm sure you're stating your mood with the obvious thoughts.

I'm trying to get my feelings across by bluffing the language of the unfettered west.

"A year, home, away, six months, home, off, I said. But, Sim, it's far away. Two months at a time, Sim, Genos, going home, on the road. So on that journey, except, home, away, about eight months. And for two months, it's business in Genos. Hometown, Genos, away, only six months. Six months, work, by the woods, away, the rest of the time, by the woods, you can live. That time, I, Vina-Lou, want to be with you."

"But... you won't be able to hunt Giva...?

"I can't. But I, the kingdom of the west, will patrol. Different kinds of wisdom, things to gain, things to do. Different weapons, you get. Giva, hunting, new technology, woodland side, what you bring, I'm sure it's possible. That's me, the power."

"... my father is a forest chief...? I'm sure you won't forgive me for welcoming an exotic to my son-in-law..."

"Donda-Lou, I, persuade you. Vina-Lou, happiness, bring, I promise. Next, six months, Genos, when you return, I, the power, will show."

Speaking very quietly, Schmiral pulled out the ornament of his hand.

It is a silvercrafted arm decoration with small cherry stones.

"Vina-Lou, rest, I hope. Gift, accept, okay?

"I ha..." he says, clapping his mouth.

After being silent for a while, Vina-Lou looked up at Schmiral.

"... I'm a little bad at emotionally unreadable people like you..."

Schmiral leaned his neck wonderfully.

And...

I smiled, grinning at the lid.

"Forestside people, if you are going to be, emotions, exposing, I will do my best. … very embarrassing, but necessary, I think"

That was no less than Sanjula's, innocent, tender smile.

Vina-Lou lowers her eyebrows like she's in trouble.

"Me, for a few days, I was worried.... The truth is, for a month, I was worried, but Vina-Lou, I was hurt, and I was more worried. I, I found out. Me, Vina-Lou, I need it. Vina-Lou, I wanted to be with you, I thought."

"But..."

"Vina-Lou, if you're worried, if you think about it, I'm glad. Six months from now, me, Genos, until I get back, will you think about it? Six months from now, I'll be glad to hear back from you."

Schmiral put his hands up on the forehead, and took Vina-Lou's.

On the palm of his hand, a pitch-black fingertip causes him to grip the silver arm ornament.

"For six months, every night, Vina-Lou, I think, I promise. I, Vina-Lou - I love you."

Vina-Lou grabbed the arm ornament of that hand all the time and finally got so depressed that he couldn't see his expression.

I stare at that figure one last time, and then Schmiral turns to me.

Keep a gentle smile on that face.

"Okay, we'll go back. Next, we meet, six months from now. Asta, Vina-Lou, Ai-Fa, Rud-Lou - and all of you who don't know your names yet, to a breath disaster. Forestside, a bright future, me, praying."

"Yes, please be well... I look forward to seeing you again"

Schmiral nodded, turning his back on us.

The compatriots also give their thanks in small measure at the end and then turn away.

Ten eastern people, long dressed in skinned capes.

I kept staring at that back silently.

Now we say goodbye.

No matter how soon, unless six months have passed, we won't be reunited.

I've come to this other world, and more than two months have passed.

Six months from now, we might see each other again.

A year from now, I might even be able to reunite with Balan's fathers.

But - now at this moment, no wonder my existence has disappeared.

No one knows when they're going to die, so maybe the conditions are the same, but still, I wasn't able to completely seal that feeling of anxiety.

Then this will be the eternal separation.

Never again will I be able to hear those soft voices or stare into those tender eyes.

Can I see with these eyes the fate of Schmiral and Vina-Lou?

If I think about it that way, my chest is going to be crushed.

"... Asta, are you crying?," Ai-Fa asked.

"Cry, fool," I returned.

Ai-Fa did not attempt to overlap words any further.

However, when I wondered if those warm fingertips had plucked under my eyes, I eventually snagged my head with a rambling act.

The blue moon, which was supposed to meet so many people and say goodbye to so many, had finally come to an end.