375 Twenty-first story: The Doom raid ①

Meir and I were on our way to an inn in Phage territory.

"Abel... don't you have to go somewhere else?

"Yes, no, not at all. Gray-haired red eyes aren't that much of a thing..."

Apparently, there have been recent incidents in the vicinity of Phage territory, such as a Forg demonic disaster (Monster Panic), in which poorly folded and caught caravans are sacrificed.

The convoy of convoluted caravans was scattered and fled, and many lost their loads and changed their plans dramatically, he said.

He said an adventurer who was participating as a caravan's escort in an effort to get a leg of movement at that time got lost and moved off his companion to this village, but he didn't have much money, either, in addition to being extremely neglected by geography, and he's having trouble treating his surroundings.

That's good, that's a common story.

I know it's pathetic, but I'm not honest with you about what I'm gonna do.

Cold but I can only hope to cut the cross in anticipation of Lark's extraction.

I'm not the kind of person who goes out of my way to stick his neck around a problem like that.

If you ask me directly, sympathize. Well, I may think I'll do something about it, but there won't be any edge to thinking about relying on me over there.

However, what got me hooked was that the stray was apparently a gray-haired red-eyed, Marlene like me.

Failed.

On second thought, I could have imagined Gisele leaving the village after me.

Perhaps it is Gisele who is in trouble to come to this village.

It is also a fact that the option of leaving and running has gone too far.

But if you run away without one needy Gisele in a strange place without any money, your brother, on the other hand, is disqualified.

It doesn't look like a specific plan such as what to do after we meet.

It's absolutely impossible to just go back to the Marlen settlement with me and Meir involved in the war between Count Jurem and Kudr, but it would also be a different matter of whether Gisele would convince me of that.

Even though I thought about it, I had no choice but to make up my mind after seeing him for now.

It has been so troubling since the day of the runaway.

Besides, I feel bad that the means I chose were bad enough to push myself forward by only going about things for now, although I haven't decided on one thing.

But none of the other hands I could take seemed too ruthless.

When I heard the report, I was worried too much and I was about to throw up, Meir showed me, and it became a process of consultation with nature, but when I said, "If you want to meet me, Meir will definitely go too! I was assured."

I just thought that would result in a senseless stirring up of Giselle, but Meir wasn't going to pull back either, so it ended up taking one of the worst options I could think of, going to see her at Meir with me.

"Well, what is Abel's ex-law-in-law's sister, Mr. Gisele? Just for a moment, I've heard of Meir before..."

"Oh, that, did I tell you before?

"Just for a moment... Meir, I won't forget"

"Oh yeah... haha"

I can't remember, at what time it was something we talked about.

I don't know if talking could have been that bad, but I don't know why, I feel terribly uncomfortable.

Visit the accommodation in question quickly.

"Ah! This is, Master Abel! Have you come!

When the owner enters the inn, the owner rushes up to me.

"Duh, thanks..."

"Um, stray Marlen tribe, you're gonna take it, right? I will meditate on my eyes at this time for about the cost of my stay......!

... they treat me almost like a dog.

What the hell is the situation with Gisele now?

I laughed bitterly and said, "I haven't decided yet..." I had an instinct that maybe there's no such thing as someone else in red.

I head to the room where I was taught to go and knock on the door.

... I didn't hear back. I waited a little while and slapped him again, but he still hasn't responded.

Did the store owner make a mistake in the room?

"No...?

"... Abel, why don't you go home now?

Meir gently pulls my sleeve.

"No, but that's not how..."

At that time, I heard whimpering from inside the room.

You can't just stand there quietly like this.

I immediately put my hand on the door knob.

"Dj, Gisele, right... the..."

Inside the room was a girl who was sitting triangularly next to her bed and getting smaller.

The Marlen tribe's characteristic red eyes are only slightly connected to the victory, to the white hair that is spreading on the tip-bound volumie.

The blood vessels ran slightly to the white eye and became red, either because of the sobbing.

It was Philo.

Philo looked at me peeking through the door gap, blinking his eyes, rubbing his eyes with his hands and turning to me again.

Then he turned his face bright red and pointed his index finger at me.

"A, aaa, abelu!? Duh, why are you here!? Ho, is it real?

"Huh... why is Philo over here..."

Philo gets up eating and tying his teeth.

"Why, there won't be! Why not! How dare you say that! That's my dialogue! You suddenly broke the Marlen code and went outside, so I, the chief's granddaughter, decided to go out of my way to bring you back! How hard it was until I got here! Let me tell you one of my complaints!

"Oh yeah!?

But the Marlens used to break the code and go outside more often than not, but they didn't do anything to chase them.

Is this because of the cigarette herb "Piep" related?

But that should have been handed over to the chief with a thorough compilation of methods so as not to be problematic.

"After that, how hurtful Giselle was! I didn't think you didn't think that much. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. Didn't you have any attachments in the settlement to leave without leaving a letter?

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I don't have a word to give it back.

It was moving back then, and I couldn't think of any other good way.

I should have left a letter, but I guess Philo didn't know.

I'm not even going to argue with you here, so I decided to spoil it and accept it.

For a while, me and Philo took the form of staring at each other in silence.

Maybe I had a horrible, pitiful look on my face.

After a little while, Philo's eyeballs dropped slightly.

"I didn't mean to say all this.... I'm glad you're feeling better. I really thought I might never see you again."

"... its, really bad"

Philo looks away from me softly.

"... if only you could have talked to me then and I could have done something about it. I didn't have to do this."

I turn to Mere, who remains hidden behind the door.

Apparently Meir had completely lost sight of the timing of her coming out.

Return your gaze to me in confusion.

As I signaled with my eyes as I came in, Meir shook her head sideways with momentum.

"... is there someone there?

He gave up when Philo questioned him, and Meir came in softly with a narrow shoulder.

"Ah... uh, hi... nice to meet you"

The field air froze.