Chapter 539

Chapter 539: Imagination

We set up a position for a few days.

At first it was a magically convenient resting place…… Originally, the lodging place was also starting to reinforce with Maia bringing trees from the nearby woods.

People who are better at moving their hands than walking. It instantly creates the shape of the village even in the absence of any tools.

The building of stone houses and sun-dried bricks as well as wooden huts began, even fortification of positions by decree of Tetes.

“Don’t even use it to people who haven’t recovered. I’m just gonna let you help someone who’s free.”

“I know. Yo. That said, it seems like it would be a bad thing to sit quietly when everyone moves…”

“If you know that, don’t make me work…”

“That’s why I’m rotating everyone. Cut the allotted time for one person as short as possible, so that I can feel like I got my hands on it there. Even resting is counterproductive.”

“… mmm”

Of course there are many villagers who work for our generosity, but the reason why we don’t rest or can’t rest is fundamentally a sense of inequality among ourselves over our awareness of ourselves.

Or so many villagers have been overinvigorated to just spend time sleeping, and be as adulterous as the weak ones, because it’s also true that they’re a little harsh.

“Keep an eye on your husband, please. I’ll take turns with a few other villagers, so let them waste their time while I teach them how to watch.”

“… uh”

As I said to myself the other day, watching is just a job that’s going to be “I’m going to help”. The truth is Maia listens by ear, or whatever. If I dance in the sky for a few minutes or so, I can confirm it well ahead.

but just in the sense of a job you can do without using your strength. It’s a little hard to climb to the rocks, but I can also say it’s easier than stone carrying, wood processing, or making sun-dried bricks.

I can only use my time. I’m bored, though.

All right, I’ll take care of it.

“I love your husband who doesn’t complain there”

“Shut up and go!

Carpentry and civil engineering work are to the extent of helping the Goats do it, so it’s not something I could have done with technical instruction.

Or it would be a hundred times more helpful to let Maia do a lot with her dragon body than I do with my hands.

The food is also something the village ladies and Apple should do, and Naia and Brian are resting in the position avant-garde because if they can’t move instantly when they have to.

There’s nothing else I have to do.

Yeah. True, I’m not even a regular soldier.

“Be careful around that and that. You won’t be bored to just look, but if you discover it as soon as possible, that’s all the actual battle will be in your favor. It actually takes a lot of time to communicate the contact around the corner, make policy decisions, prepare combatants, evacuate non-combatants, clean up, confirm the call… what you think will be done soon. Watching is buying up that time. Don’t let it get you out of your mind.”

“Oh, look at the brave guy, you.”

“In the outside world, you were soldiers.”

“Soldier? What the hell. Aren’t you an artisan?”

“I’ve been training that way. Interrupted by the war… Soldiers are like brave men here, but the battle against other countries is pulled by a warrior regiment whose main task is. Then there was all sorts of things, and from there, I became an enemy soldier.”

“… why enemies? I mean, people kill each other outside. Whoa, hey.”

“… oh, that’s not cool. But when people get together, they can’t get along.”

“Still… I’d like to get along if I could”

“Right. But if we’re all going to get killed by someone our own family doesn’t know about, I think we have to do something about it before we do.”

“… that’s a hard story. Even with my family, I only know about my fellow villagers.”

A villager who is simple but therefore inexorably follows a delicate place.

We don’t even think deeply about what war means between nations right now, and we don’t discuss it, so it’s fresh to think again about what it means to convey it plainly.

“If we went outside, we’d have to do that, too.”

“… I can’t say anything. As far as possible, I’ll try to live without that…”

Maybe we’ll be fighting over the land. There is something about refugees that can’t be cut off from the problem.

If it’s for hundreds of people, if Mr. Deane wants to… maybe he can make sure he lives somewhere in Celesta. Or maybe I could secure that kind of land somewhere if I borrowed the dragon’s authority, too.

But if you can’t take it that way, one day there could be a fight too. Or even if the acquisition of land is full, I may dislike the common sense of the people of Karlwyn around me and get unfriendly.

War could even begin like that. If someone hurts someone in a different community, fire spreads from there.

“Heaven is not in this world…”

To the villagers who say they’re stingy, I still have to say hello.

“But eat good food and live in a beautiful house. If the kid’s smart, make him remember something other than a blacksmith. We have the skills to manage injuries and illnesses, and we can all live to seventy or eighty. You don’t have to eat your people’s bodies. That’s where you want your kids to grow up.”

“… To be honest, you don’t know that well. It’s too convenient.”

The villager shakes his head. And stretch your, fingered hand out in front of you.

“I still eat good food. The house has to sleep and wake up and get cold. Besides blacksmiths, all I know are kings, brave men and people. I’ve never imagined that sickness or injury would disappear, and I’ve only seen a king who turned seventy or eighty…. Is that a good thing, like you say?

“It’s not a bad thing. At least that hand will grow all over again.”

“… that’s all I’m looking forward to.”

If you’re a magician like Mr. Hilda, even if it’s not a breakcore treatment… you should be able to make all your lost arms anyway, if it’s about your fingertips.

“But we really don’t know. I think he’s the majority. Don’t let those sexually evil new brave people get you killed working without you sleeping. What you say is too good a story, and I wonder if it’s possible. I’m tired of walking, and I really want to give up.”

“I do. I want you to believe me…. That was even desirable, ’cause one day I’ll be able to teach my own kids to laugh”

That’s what I tell the villagers.

It’s wrong that the obvious for us sounds like such a glorious story.

Humans should believe they can be happier.

… trying to say that, when I saw the side of the villagers, my expression was something that seemed suspicious.

I look back at the end of the valley, wondering if I saw anything.

… and.

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“Oh, hey, it’s Mr. Andy. That……”

“… not good”

I ride out from the top of the rock behind me, hands on my mouth and scream.

“Maia, get out! Guys, the dragons are coming!! Stop working and back off -!!

The other side of the sky.

Above the valley, a small shadow like a fly that can be seen pounding.

But that is indisputable, the figure of a flying dragon.

“You get off, too! Come on!”

“Oh, hey, what about Mr. Andy!

“I’m picking you up here.”

“You can’t fight!? Better back off with us.”

“You can’t just back off.”

“You’re not scared!

“You’ve decided to be scared! It’s a dragon! You’re a brave man!

…… oh.

Why am I laughing at you for saying this?

A moment late, I realize the shadow of strength that stained me.

At times like this, screaming and frightening doesn’t start. But more than that.

Grants, I can hear a hundred people. From somewhere far away. From that nostalgic sight.

“But there’s something I can do. I have something to do.”

Don’t give up when your enemies are strong enough. Don’t give up as long as you’re unarmed.

Look for what you can do. Do more than one enemy.

The words… make me smile at you and stay ahead of everyone else.

That’s what I can do now.

“I got this place! Guys, we’ll protect you!

Moments later, Maia spreads her wings from the bottom of the valley and rises.

“Ahhh. I don’t think I can see it anymore, but don’t be impotent.”

“We’re the ones who protect you!

“… that’s a strange thing. He said,” I don’t feel like losing if the liner dragon comes. “

Then Tetes, Naia and Brian jump on one lookout rock after another.

The villagers hear it and nod cocklessly, running down the cliff road.

“Is that it?”

“It feels like I saw it…”

“No. To that woman named Shario, with the other two heads… and Liner Excelisa on board”

“Did you come directly?”

The four warriors defending the defensive position look at the dragons that fly without frightening anyone.

… Well.

Finally, will the production begin?

(cont ‘d)