167 Lesson 37: The Day Discussion

I proved my strength in Takashima and was entrusted with the handling of stingrays. Suzume will not be attacked by a swordsman's assassin in the future.

It was natural to tell Suzume about it. If there is a problem, other than that.

Does Ouken, named Lord Tayama, talk to Suzume about his knowledge of ghosts and gods? How far do you talk even if you do?

I have always thought about it by touching the fold. But we haven't come to a conclusion yet. Even now that I've lowered my hips to the bench alongside the suzume, I haven't.

One of the reasons I was lost was that I had doubts about the credibility (because of Shinpi) of the knowledge I had acquired. Anyway, when I heard this story, I was sticking a blade in Owken's neck. There is no denying the possibility that Ouken spoke bullshit.

Even if Ouken was telling the truth, there is also a question as to whether it makes sense to tell Suzume about it. Knowledge of what God is and what Shiyu is can do no good for living in peace. Worst case scenario, gaining knowledge deepens your tune with the gods - oh, my God, it can happen.

To tell the truth, I didn't want to tell Suzume these things. Again, it is a knowledge that is not necessary for a normal life in the city of Ishka. Words like turbulence and divine descent don't suit a stinger. I sincerely want you to continue to live a peaceful and peaceful life.

I was just aware that the feeling was my push.

It already contains waves at a time when ghosts live in the human world. It's not like I can always be there for you.

In the first place, I'm not sure if the scumbag wants my asylum. Without my involvement, the Gods wouldn't have attacked me.

So first of all, after I heard about the problems that Suzume seems to have, I thought I'd get right to the story around it.

"Well, Mr. Suzume,"

"Yes, what is it!?

Speaking up, Suzume stretched his spine perfectly and responded with a forceful attitude.

He seemed nervous about something at the time he sat on the bench, so I called out to loosen that up - yeah, it didn't work at all. I mean, why are you putting your body on such a cock?

I wondered and relaxed, and the scratch shrunk my shoulders like I was afraid. I didn't interrogate them on top of each other, but I waited for Suzume to talk to me.

A small mouth flickered after counting slowly by about twenty.

"... it's just painful to take care of Sola and the others all the time,"

When I hear that, I'm still frowning. I don't think you're looking after me all the time. He helps me out a lot about the house, about the clan - I thought so, but here again, I don't rush to get the word off, I wait for the word of a stigma to end.

While I was gutsy and overheard, the thing that was capturing Suzume's heart came to mind on a blur.

In a nutshell, that's fear.

Being around you annoys the people around you, injures you, and maybe lets you die. I could therefore be kicked out of this place for that reason - that was the fear.

Suzume has always tended to have problems with this hand, but as he became acquainted with life in Ishka, he no longer showed any troubles. I guess the build-up of the fact that even ghosts can live in people's worlds has erased anxiety.

The presence of Seal and Lunamaria, who are kind to me, and Miroslav, who teach me magic to it, also seemed significant. Suzume himself did not make any effort to help everyone at all. I also think that was leading to confidence.

The reason that the stinger has been imprisoned for troubles again - I don't even have to think about it. There is only the raid of the Gods before this.

When I thought of the three of them in the back of my brain, I had to see the tongue spill.

Raiders revealed for the lives of ghosts. Seals falling in cover of themselves. I have no doubt that the events of that time cast a shadow on the feeling of tinnitus.

Because I knew that, after everything was done, I called out many times not to worry about the stinger - apparently, this one didn't work very well either.

Maybe it's natural if you think about it. Someone close to me was attacked because of me. Even if it's the raiders that are bad, the fact that the cause is themselves doesn't work. You can't help but care if I was in a stingy position. If it is a gentle and serious stigma, it is still a matter.

Back then, it was the dragon hole, the clientele, the king of the beast (Behemoth). I never meant to snuff around - but now I should have listened to you more intimately. Let's reflect.

Fortunately during unhappiness, the tin's behavior so far has become something positive in a sense: "We need to be more helpful because we're causing trouble". It is that revelation that I am eager to accompany you to Berca. I'm glad it didn't turn out to be something called "Let's leave Ishka because it's going to cause trouble".

I just don't know how to fall depending on that and the decision of the place.

... Yeah, I knew Suzume would have to take me to Berca. It's not just a companion. A decent member of the clan, the clan's power. It's not going to work if we just take the shape here to Berca, but it could be counterproductive.

For me, stigma is a symbol of good deeds that have been omitted from the profit and loss account. It is impossible to forbid the thought of using that scratch as a force of war, but it is certainly not if we want it.

- When I told him about it, Suzume gave me a decent look just to say that I heard things I didn't even think about. After a beat, I smile brighter and brighter when I understand what my words mean.

The blooming grin was indisputably cute.

"Oh, thank you!

"Of course, it's a lot tougher than taking them. If you decide you can't follow me, you can ask Ishka to come home."

"Yes, good luck!

You can't just show your sweet face if you're going to take me. I clawed my nails with a face that looked like a deer claw, but the scratch felt motivated, squeezing my hands in front of my chest and looking up at my face on a hiatus.

Yeah, she's cute after all.

With that in mind, I told Suzume about what happened in Kigashima. Until recently, I was worried about whether I should tell her or not, but I don't think I needed to get lost if I saw the current scratch.

It was when the story reached out about the god that the suzume, who had his ear over his serious face, changed his expression haha. Suzume hesitated to tell me the story of his dreams, wondering how it was going.

Sometimes people with red eyes like blood come out in their dreams.

In the beginning, she fell out of her memory every time she woke up, but lately - specifically, she became clearly memorable from around the time I headed to Kigajima.

"It was just too realistic to clean it up in my dreams, and I was curious"

"Hmm, that does..."

Don't worry, I agree with Suzume and nod.

Suzume is a ghost tribe. And the ghost people are connected to the god Shiyu by the horns, he said.

What rises to the back of my brain is the word "… mitsuketa" left behind by the god who slashed me on Migajima. I still don't know what that word means, and it could be my mishearing in the first place, but if God really uttered the word "found" towards me - it's possible that God laid eyes on a vessel called Suzume that's close to me.

What happens when the attention of this god overlaps with the "desire to be useful" of the suzume? Will I wake up?

In tune with homologous presence (anima).

Of course, it would be unlikely. I don't know how many ghosts are connected to the gods, but yes, I can never wake up to my costume. If it was that easy to get to meet your heart costume, there shouldn't have been a ghost tribe banished from the continent.

There is no mistake in this speculation. There is no mistake, but we cannot ignore it any more than Suzume dreams of godliness and stubbornness in reality.

Let's not take our eyes off the stinger in Berca. While I thought so, I told Suzume my guess.

To be honest, I didn't really want to talk about tone, but I can't just shut up about the key parts while I reveal it so far. That's dishonest about the stinger, and more importantly, dangerous.

Suzume, who heard the story, opens her eyes as surprised. There I did feel anxiety about the red-eye of my dreams, but at the same time the strength of my willingness to firmly accept the situation in which I was placed.

Look at that, I think.

I'm sure Lunamaria and Miroslav, too, looked into this eye of a suzume and Ken (nagging) took him to the battlefield.