When I opened the gate, there was still no sign of people as imagined.\n
Itâs only natural that I canât get in and out of the gate where the vines are entangled, but I feel a little sorry for it.
âIs there a lot of people in the hidden village?
When I followed Mr. Ginalâs gaze, there was a house lined up.
There are 24 on the right side and 26 on the left side of the road that leads from the gate.
âAre there more than 100 people?
The size of the houses lined up makes me feel great when I live alone.
Could it be a couple and kids?
Well, I canât tell you without checking inside the house.
âI donât know just the size of the house, but there could have been more than 100 people.But thatâs quite unusual. â
âAh, itâs a hidden village.Letâs take a look in the back. â
If Mr Ginal leans his neck on his words, Iâll follow you.
Itâs a hidden village, so itâs unusual to have a lot of people?
âOh, thereâs a house over there too.â
Between the house and the house, about seven small houses could be found.
I see. There are lots of houses in hidden villages. â
âWas this village hidden on this scale?
Ginal and Fischer tilt their heads.
It still seems like Iâm worried about a lot of people, but why?
âWhat is the average number of people in a hidden village?
I thought a little about my question, Mr. Fischer.
âTen in a small place, 50 in a big place. Itâs impossible because itâs hard to hide when itâs 100.â
The more people gather, the more food they need.
If it becomes difficult to make up for it in the village alone, we need to get it from the outside.
If that happens, you wonât be able to hide.
Look around with your gaze up.\n
I saw the cliff I had just seen.
âThe number of houses you see from there doesnât match the number of houses actually in front of you, right?
âYes, there were fewer, wasnât there?
Nod at Mr. Ginalâs words.
Looking from the top of the cliff, the number of houses looked less than half what it is now.
âItâs probably magic.â
Turn your attention to Mr. Ginalâs words.
âBy the time you got here, didnât you feel like you were going through something?
âYes, itâs like I went through an invisible wall.â
In my words, Mr. Ginal strokes his head.
And I was a little surprised to see Mr. Ginal, and I noticed that he was laughing fun.
Well, you have a good grasp of your surroundings.
No, I think youâll notice if itâs that clear.
âMany people donât notice.â
Why are you so uncomfortable?
âThatâs the magical boundary of illusion.Perhaps he was completely invisible with magic.Over time, magic broke out, and I think I showed myself a little bit.
Mr. Fischer and his father nodded at Mr. Ginalâs words.
But that look is pretty steep.
Itâs hard to hide the whole village.
Besides, this village isnât that small.
âCan anyone use phantom magic?
The ginals shook their heads at my words.
âProbably using a magic item.But Iâve never seen a magic item like this that can cast a massive magic phantom. â
When I turned to my fatherâs words, I saw the largest building in the village.
Nearby, I feel like I canât say anything. \nSpeaking of which, has it been since I was five years old to approach the church?
Is the building better built than the houses around it, or is it the least collapsed?
Still, some time has passed.
The windows are broken and the right side of both doors is tilted and is about to fall.
I donât know, I feel uncomfortable.
Stay staring at the church door.
I noticed something in my fatherâs words that I felt was missing.
The same flower is depicted on the door of every association, but not on the door of the church now before us.
âItâs true. Thatâs funny.â
Mr Fischer nods at Mr Ginalâs words.
Look at it and tilt your neck.
âWhat does flower mean?
âDo you know The Tale of the Churchâs Beginning?
Shake your neck against Mr Ginalâs words.
I see. Once upon a time, heavy rain struck a city.The heavy rain left much to eat, and many people were hungry.A man of nobility who was in the city bought food from other towns and villages for his personal gain and distributed it to the people of the city.Many people died, but many survived because of men.The man was admired by the people, but a year after the heavy rain, the man dies of illness.The people of the town mourned the death of the man and buried him in a hill overlooking the town.The day after the burial, white flowers bloomed around the manâs tomb, and petals danced through the town on the wind.People built a building to worship men near where they buried them, praying that peace would continue in the city. âThatâs what the church says.
This is the first time youâve heard of it.
âThe flowers that bloomed at that time were drawn on the door.â
âAh, the doors and walls inside the church are painted.â
I remember the church I saw from afar in the words of Mr Ginal.
It was a long shot, but I did see flowers.
Itâs just too far to remember what kind of flower it was.
Donât you think itâs enough not to remember those flowers?
\nFollowed by Mr. Fischer.
âIvy, what do we do?If youâre scared, why donât we wait outside?
When I told him to wait outside, he seemed to be out there with me.
âI want to see it. Iâm coming with you.â
Entering through the door opened by Mr. Ginal, it was relatively beautiful inside.
However, there were no pictures of flowers on the walls, and instead a large picture was decorated on the front entrance through the door.
âThatâs funny. What the hell is going on?
Mr. Ginal is tilting his neck as he checks the condition of the chair.
My father sees the chair that Jinal is looking at.
âThis chair is still working.â
Your father sees the chair in the words of Mr. Dinal.
Then wrinkles appeared between my eyebrows.
âLooking at the state of the house, the state of the chair is creepy.â
âThe doors of the church were slightly open over time, but the walls remained unusually clean.â
Fischer has a slightly harsh expression.
âIsnât the interior of this church too clean?Thereâs nothing broken.Itâs like time is stopping. â
Mr. Fischer looks at the church disgusting.
My father is looking at the church with a sharp eye.
I tried touching the chair, but my hands didnât turn white.
âThatâs true. But Iâve never heard of magic items that stop time.â
Fathers nod to Jinalâs words.
In Solaâs voice, looking for where she was, she was in front of the first picture she found.
By Solaâs side, Flem and Sol looked up at the painting.