âLong time no see.â\n
âI was looking for you because I wanted to thank you, so good to see you. These kids, theyâre family?
âOh, my God, itâs my family.â
âUh, Ivy. Why are we having a normal conversation?
Mr. Druid tilts his neck at the conversation between me and Mr. Sarpent.
âCause thatâs what you just told me.
âThatâs what you told me? When were you responding?
â⊠Mr. Sarpent, you were responding, werenât you?
â⊠could that nostalgic behavior?
What, why do you have such a complicated look?
Could it not have been a reply just because I miss it?
âCould it just be I miss you?
Iâll give you a soothing face, Mr. Sarpent.
âYou were replying to me, werenât you?
To Mr Sarpenâs attitude, I see âSeeâ and Mr Druid.
âRight. Yeah, itâs Ivy.â\n
Somehow he snorted with a bitter smile.
Iâm not being ridiculed, but you donât look convinced.
Looking at Mr. Druid with his neck tilted, two different than Mr. Sarpent peeked into my face.
When I look at the two, I notice a gaze like Iâm expecting something.
I couldnât figure it out, so I stroke the two noses alternately between my eyes with âIâm sorryâ.
Then the two eyes narrowed and turned into a happy look.
Apparently, he wanted to be stroked.
âIâm a little worried about Ivy ahead of me, which is surrounded by three giant snakes but not moving at all, is it okay?
Turning his gaze to Flemâs voice, Mr. Druid is talking about something with Flem in his arms and gaze.
âMr. Druid, was there anything in Flem?
âHmm? No, itâs okayâ
I have some doubts about the powerless reply and try to get close but I am surrounded by three Mr. Sarpents around me.
âSorry, let me through for a secondâ
Mr. Sarpent, who paves the way for my words a little.
Gently stroke the three heads in turn, by Mr. Druidâs side.
Look at the frem being held up, but no particular difference.
Looking at Flem, Mr. Druid stroked his head.
âWell, we need to find a bunk.â
âAh.â \nI wash the cups and the like I used at the break and put them in my bag.
I greet the Sarpents as they are ready.
âThanks for everything. Because weâre going to the next village. Iâll see you when I come back.â
When I try to thank you and walk out, my clothes are pulled off quickly and my body floats as it is.
I move my gaze and try to look behind me, but I canât see if Iâm caught behind my clothes.
I think youâre in a little trouble, and I can keep moving through the air and put you on top of Mr. Sarpent.
This has happened before.
When I look at Mr. Sarpent, I stare at Mr. Druid.
Mr. Sarpent nodding at Mr. Druidâs words.
His gaze pointed this way, so I left him laughing bitterly.
âYou have no choice. By the way, weâre going to Hattata Village, okay?
Three people nod at the same time, so they donât seem to worry about where theyâre going.
When Mr. Druid rides, Mr. Sarpent moves slowly.
âPlease. Mr. Sarpent.â
Iâve been pushing through the woods for a while, but I donât care what you think, Iâm heading to the back of the woods.
Can we go to Hattata Village?
But you said it was okay.
Well, you just have to believe it.
âYouâll be fine. Probably?â
Youâve become doubtful.
\nWhen I got a little lost and tried to speak to Mr. Sarpent, an amazing thing got into my sight.
âWow, Mr. Druid, wow. Thereâs plenty of Mr. Sarpent! Looks like they come in all sizes!
âBoy, that would suck. Hey, Serpent, are you gonna go over there?
At the end of my gaze and that of Mr. Druid, a large number of Sarpents, large and small.
Looks like some of the kids in the black sphere.
Itâs creepy, depending on how it looks, because itâs solidified in one place.
I get a little excited about what a strange sight it is because it moves to intertwine.
âIvy. Please, I want you to look at that one for a little while and be scaredâ
Again, look at the massive number of Sarpents.
Really come in many different sizes.
âWhen will it evolve from a black sphere to a snake? Iâd like to take a look.â
âIs that it? Where did the story of fear go? Or is that where youâre concerned?
Mr. Druid riding behind me is falling apart for some reason.
Uh⊠oh, it was whether I felt fear or not.
âYouâre not afraid. Because Mr. Sarpent brought me here in the first place. Because both Ciel and Sola decided it was safe.â
âSure, youâre right.â
Mr. Druid strokes Pong and my head.
Iâm not supposed to be tired because Iâm on Mr. Sarpent, but some tired voice.
Could it be because I believe in the Sarpents too much?
Hmm, but trust me, I think itâs okay, so letâs believe in ourselves.
âStill, thatâs a rollâ
Various Sarpents, large and small, are staring at this one.
I donât find it particularly scary, but itâs kind of creepy.