"Ulaya-Fall, it seemed mindless, but I didn't buy the anger, it was good"

After the feast, Radajid said so in the bedroom, which was redeemed to Schmiral.

Staring at the flames of the burning fireplace in the woods, Schmiral lets him shake his head.

"Ulaya-Fall, it's prone to excitement, but there's no reason to be angry. .. so it's extra painful"

The people of the north are a desolate people. The people of the west are also afraid of being barbarians.

But even if they were a clan with a fierce soul, there is no way all of them could be unjustified outlaws. Being honest with your emotions and desires should have been just a trait, which can be both a beauty and a drawback.

In that sense, the people of Mahdra may be a clan close to the people of Jagal.

The people of Jagal are also emotionally rich, and they immediately raise their voices out loud. A clan far from Sim's virtues, the swords are still exchanged on the border with Sim.

Even against such a people of Jagal, Schmiral had no feelings of hatred.

I suppose that is, of course, because Schmiral is the birth of a peaceful meadow far from the border area - I did not feel like hating or resenting the people of Jagal on the grounds of a war that had nothing to do with my life.

How can Sim and Jagal, and Selva and Mahydra, have to keep fighting forever?

Is the seizure of territory such a necessary act for the Kingdom?

If it is a battle needed to gain more wealth, can we not fight without taking a sword?

Similar was supposed to bite so painfully at those thoughts she'd been accumulating in her chest from time to time.

"Schmiral, I, I think -"

And Radajid tried to say something.

But when Schmiral looks back, he only slightly frowns and changes his words.

"I'm not likely to be able to convey it well in Western terms. Let me speak only in my native language now."

"Oh. I don't mind, Radajid"

Radajid nodded loudly when Schmiral also let him respond in the language of his hometown.

"I know that Schmiral's feelings don't work right now. But let me just ask you one more time. Has Schmiral been so deprived of his soul by that woodland lady? So much so that I have to twist the business path built by my great father, the former captain of the Silver Pot?

"Oh. This is all a story I can't help myself with. I think it's bad for everyone, and even if I feel a chest ache myself"

"I can see that just by looking at it. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have wanted you to stay in The Silver Pot.... But I've never spoken properly with that woodland lady, so I don't know. Where the hell is that lady's worth so much?

"... is it possible, for example, to state in words the value of the woman?

"I don't know. But those women are exotic people, and besides - for the people of the east, their, what..."

"The sight is never beautiful. I have too much meat on my body. Is that what Radajid wants to say?

"Oh. I'm sorry if I offended you"

"You don't have to apologize for anything. In the east, especially in the meadows, we can't afford to add too much meat to the murmur."

Schmiral couldn't bear to let go of his mouth.

"Radajid, I am not the exterior of Vina-Lou, I have been fascinated by its inner appearance"

"Oh, I guess that's true of course -"

"And not only that, but I also feel beautiful about her appearance."

To the words, Radajid seemed increasingly surprised.

With a smile on his mouth, Schmiral lets the words overlap.

"I wonder if the human appearance depends to a great extent on its inner surface as well. Face, flesh, etc. are second to none, and I think that such things as their expressions, the glow of their eyes, the way they laugh, the sound of their voices, etc. are important. .. so I was fascinated by her before I knew the inside of Vina-Lou, and I also found its appearance beautiful"

"But I don't even know if those women are willing to welcome Schmiral as their son-in-law. Besides, don't people by the woods have the habit of accepting people other than their own?

Radajid leans over to Schmiral, where this is all about sanctity.

"Schmiral's son-in-law may well be turned down. Then the Silver Kettle can continue to do business with Mahydra as before. Why didn't you tell Uraia-Fall that?

"That's because... I didn't even want to think about such a future, and I didn't really feel like giving up my son-in-law even if Vina-Lou refused me badly"

"Do you continue to propose even if you are rejected?

"I pray to Sims every night not to be rejected"

"... if that wish is fulfilled, Schmiral will be Selva's child, but I wonder if it's something Sim will listen to"

Radajid breathed as he looked up to heaven.

"But I knew as much as Schmiral was prepared. I'm sorry I've been steaming the same story over and over again."

"Don't apologize. You owe me an apology."

"Even Schmiral doesn't have to apologize.... but don't remind me of the West saying that there are no medicinal herbs for love sickness in Sims either. Because Schmiral, who at all times weighs his pride as a merchant in deposition above all else, has been so deprived of his soul by his beloved daughter."

"Radajid, I'm a little embarrassed."

"Don't say anything beginner. You should have known the women better when you were younger, Schmiral."

Radajid was three years older than Schmiral and had a wife and three children in his hometown.

Half of the pots of silver marry their companions in the same way Radajid did. I got a wife when I was young with Schmiral's father, and he gave birth to Schmiral in this world.

I keep my family waiting in my hometown. I guess that thought will also bring me stronger power.

Schmiral also wants to accompany his beloved human being.

It's just that the person I met happened to be an exotic woman.

And the door was knocked from the outside, when the silence of a time fell.

'Master Schmiral, have you fallen asleep yet...?

You can hear it from beyond the thick door, it was the voice of Tion-Fall.

'No, I'm awake. Go ahead.'

Responding in the northern language, the door slowly opened.

Tion-Fall, who has entered the room to add and subtract nagging, stands up haphazardly, acknowledging Radajid's appearance.

'Also, I'm sorry. Were you in the middle of something important...?

'Yes. We were talking a little bit about the future. What can I do for you?

Tion-Fall clutches his mouth with a bewildered look.

Seeing that look, Radajid lifted his hips off the fur rug.

'Talk, it's over. Me, my room, I'll be back.'

'Yes, no, for a man like me, such care...'

'Tomorrow, early, so I should sleep, I thought. Excuse me, Schmiral.'

"Yes."

Radajid slipped through the side of Tion-Fall and left the room.

Schmiral, the captain of the regiment, was given a private room, but the other compatriots were given three bedrooms at a time.

Schmiral looked at Tion-Fall once again as he sat on the rug.

"Seat, please. What can I do for you?

'No.. I, the..'

Tion-Fall has been painfully twisting himself for a while before eventually sinking himself in such a way that he collapses in front of Schmiral.

"Master Schmiral... Will Master Schmiral truly enter his son-in-law into the people of the west...?

'Yes, I hope so'

'It's... it's, why is it? I don't even think it's possible to talk about son-in-law into an exotic people until we switch gods...'

'Yes, an exotic people, if it passes, entrust only the child to the woman, and the man returns to his homeland, it seems many'

Even if exotic blood may mix that way, they will not be persecuted as long as they are friendly countries. Sims do have mixed blood with Selva and Mahdra, and Selva does have mixed blood with Sims and Jagals, even if not so many.

However, Mahdra and Jagal are so far apart that there should be no movement between them due to the spread of Selva's territory.

Still, there will be mixed blood with Sims in Mahydra, and mixed blood with Selva in Jagal.

'But I, who desire son-in-law, am a folk by the woods. Forestside people, prenuptials, conforming, codes, I will not tolerate. Then I, my son-in-law, have nothing else. "

'If so, shouldn't the ladies be more dowry to Master Schmiral...?

"It's the women, the forest chief, my daughter. daughter, by the woods, to throw away, chief, you will not forgive '

And it also seemed that the people by the woods were not God, but a clan that mother the woods.

Even if we can change the gods we serve, we can't abandon the woods to the people by the woods, I'm sure.

Even to Vina-Lou, you must not be able to abandon the woods.

If I dump the woods, I'm sure Vina-Lou will no longer be Vina-Lou.

(... it's longer to be traveling than it is to be awesome in my hometown... I also think that's a nice life wow...)

That's what Vina-Lou said that day at the parting.

(I admired the outside world by the woods, so I envy such a life... but after all... I am a folk by the woods...)

Vina-Lou didn't try to move her expression at all, but I'm sure those were heartfelt words for her.

Vina-Lou admired the outside world.

I guess he had some kind of painful hunger that wouldn't be filled in a forestside settlement.

Still, she made the decision to accept her destiny as a forest dweller.

Maybe - Schmiral has been distracted by that part of Vina-Lou.

It's like mourning your powerlessness to do nothing about it, depressed by your present self, your current environment, your current life - so you live hard and bright, hiding those thoughts. It was only in the dangerous equilibrium of its callousness and sagginess, weakness and strength that Schmiral might have been fascinated.

So Schmiral thought strongly.

You said you could stay put.

Nothing needs to change. You don't need to abandon your current self. Vina-Lou remains Vina-Lou and is attractive enough -.

I wanted Vina-Lou to know that.

That a man who wishes to accept the current, as-is Vina-Lou, exists here.

On top of that, if Vina-Lou can't abandon his vision of the outside world yet, I think he can help a little.

All you have to do is put your feet up on the west and east territories to the extent that the Forestside Code permits.

I don't have the power to hunt Gibba.

Because deep in Giva's lurking woods, it also seems difficult to manipulate Totos freely.

But I have the power to continue my journey safely.

As long as Totos is in his place, he never leans in, such as a burglar or a beast of the field.

If it is a space where Totos can move freely, it is even possible to defeat a vicious muffled bear.

And the people of the east have magic, magic and fear of the people of other kingdoms - and knowledge of poison and medicine. I also have knowledge of star reading on the right path. If you are a merchant in the west or the south, it is difficult to continue your journey without escorts such as the Guardian, but it is possible for the people of the east to travel around the world on their own.

I have the power to protect Vina-Lou.

Even with this life, let Vina-Lou protect herself.

If, then, I could travel with you and show Vina-Lou even at a glance the meadows of my birthplace - I don't think I'd be so happy.

"Dear Schmiral..."

Théon-Fall called me by name, and Schmiral returned me.

And stunned.

Tion-Fall was beginning to pour tears like a child in front of Schmiral.

'Master Schmiral, you've really loved those women...'

"Yes."

Without any idea, Schmiral nodded back.

'Then Master Schmiral and I will never see you again for the last time tomorrow morning... if you think about it that way, your chest is going to be crushed...'

"Why?

Tion-Fall shakes his head plumply.

"I can't say much about Master Schmiral because I loved him... and so on... because I'm not prepared to abandon my family or my homeland... and I can't imitate how I wish Master Schmiral to be my son-in-law... I thought that the presence of Master Schmiral, who runs freely around the world, was above all irreplaceable..."

"Yes."

'Even if you cut off your business with Munapos, Master Schmiral will be free to run around the west and east territories... It is sad to me that you will no longer be able to see such a Schmiral figure, living like a free bird...'

Besides myself, there must be numerous merchants visiting Munapos.

Some of them will be chambers of commerce that will bring grace to Munapos while running through the western territories like the Silver Kettle.

Besides, I am only the leader of the regiment in the first place, and I can no longer visit Munapos with the Radajids, so there is no sardine anywhere that treats only Schmiral as special.

Schmiral, however, was not in the mood to line up such small reasoning.

If Tion-Fall weighs only the presence of Schmiral by name, that's what I mean.

Schmiral was to taste the bitter pain all over his chest again.

'I'm sorry...... I said something inexplicable...... please rest...'

Tion-Fall stood up powerless and turned his back on Schmiral.

On that idle back, Schmiral calls' no '.

'Tion-Fall, you don't have to apologize, you don't have to. I 'm-'

After that, the words didn't last.

I no longer know how to speak the thoughts that filled Schmiral's chest in the northern language.

I'm sure Tion-Fall had the same feeling that Schmiral had for Vina-Lou, against Schmiral.

But Schmiral has already dedicated his feelings to Vina-Lou.

I can't live up to Tion-Fall's feelings.

If Schmiral's soul was free, it would be possible to welcome Tion-Fall to his homeland as his daughter-in-law, or at least to give him the Son of Schmiral if her father would not allow it - which is no longer the case.

It seemed impossible to convey such a complex mood in Schmiral's awkward northern language.

'Excuse me...... please forget about this night......'

The figure of Tion-Fall disappears across the door.

With uninterrupted and bitter pain, Schmiral was to spend his last night in the North.

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And it is the next day.

As planned, the Silver Pot was to leave the settlement of Munapos with the dawn.

It's still dim around, but there's no cloud shadow in the sky. Looks good today.

Still, the Schmirals rushed to prepare for their exit, feeling the wind all over their bodies in the northern lands that cut themselves off.

Connect the tototos sleeping in the cabin to the luggage and make sure the load is safe.

Several northern people watched over it as they bit down the yawn.

No one curses the traitors and the Schmirals for unilaterally breaking the trade that lasted for years. It just seemed like they were even sorry and slightly sad.

It is the people of the North who cannot perform abdominal arts, so I guess it is all in the mood that appears on that table.

If, of course, Schmiral switches God to Selva and then it becomes something to be seen together somewhere, he must wave the sword down without any hesitation. They are a determined and fierce people of the North.

At the moment, however, Schmiral is still also a people of the east and head of the Chamber of Commerce, which has been in business for more than a decade. Human beings trying to malign such shmirals did not exist as one in the settlement of Munapos.

'Hey, wait, wait! You're going to go without saying hello to me, my guests!

And when I was finally ready to leave, Ulaya-Fall came out of the house.

Behind that giant, his family - Tion-Fall with red eyes - also follows.

Schmiral thanked you for coming over.

'No matter, I was going to wait for you. Ulaya-Fall, so far, so much, so much for your help'

'Oh. That's this dialogue. As I said last night, they were important business partners for Munapos. "

With a white breath, Ulaya-Fall stood in front of Schmiral.

Longer than Radajid, he is a giant who succeeds like a big bear.

Those purple eyes look down at Schmiral as he shines a single light.

'So, there's one thing I want to tell you. I was wondering if you could listen, Schmiral, the leader of the Silver Pot.... and the next captain, Radajid.'

"Yes."

"I want to continue doing business with them as always. That's the word that Munapos' chief, Ulair-Fall, delivers to them. '

Radajid narrowed his eyes only slightly suspiciously.

Uraia-Fall is arm in arm with arrogance.

'What does that mean? We'll do business with Mahydra, we'll be disqualified, we'll lose it.'

"Is it only Schmiral the captain who loses his credentials? Not all of them are switching gods to Selva? If that's the case, I'll have to drink the words I just vomited too. '

'Son-in-law, only Schmiral. But, Schmiral, it's still Silver Pot in the future. The people of the west, Mahydra, commerce, it's impossible, isn't it?

"Oh. You will never let the land of Mahdra tread again, having become a people of Selva. But the mere reason that one of the members of the group is a people of the west is no longer a reason to reject the Silver Pot itself. It's like we're doing business with the people of the West through them."

That being said, Ulaya-Fall distracted his thick breasts wrapped in fur outfits.

"The next time you visit the land, only Shmiral, who became a people of the west, can remain in Abouf, nearest to you, and await the return of his companions. We welcome the Silver Pot, as always.

'But do you forgive that, King of Mahydra?

"In the ears of those who rejoice in the king's capital, this is the end of the story!" I just got it, and I'm the one in charge of this business!

Ulaya-Fall laughs.

"Where one of our compatriots became a people in the west, could they not poison the food they deliver to us? We didn't poison those foods that were sold in the west! Then there's nothing wrong with that."

'That offer is greatly appreciated. We, business with you, matter, thought'

Radajid lowered his head quietly.

"That's what you think, so this is the right way."

After saying so, Uraia-Fall has turned his gaze towards Schmiral.

'That's why. This will be the last time we will face each other, but until that moment when we will be transferring God to Selva, let us pray for his breath, O Schmiral.'

'Thank you. God, even if you switch, I will never forget the grace of Ulaya-Fall'

"Forget it, forget it! When you become a people of Selva, you will end up with a hateful enemy who can hardly look up to heaven!

Laughs lavishly. You let Schmiral bow his head deeper than Radajid did.

And look back at that opposite Tion-Fall.

"Tion-Fall. You, about last night, I want you to forget, I told you, I won't forget '

"Huh...?

Tion-Fall stared only at Schmiral from the beginning.

Staring back at those tearful purple eyes, Schmiral lets the words overlap.

"I, the land of Mahydra, trample, today, last. But I will never forget the settlement of Munapos, the Uraia-fal, the Tion-fal - you, your words, your feelings, '

Spending sleepless nights, Schmiral was thinking of words so that the most accurate mood could be conveyed.

I want you to pass it on, and slowly follow the words.

'My existence, the people I've met, the feelings I think, the feelings I think, they're made of them. You, there you are, I, now I, could be. God, even if you switch and never see him again, that fact, it doesn't change. You are irreplaceable.'

"Dear Schmiral..."

"I, the people of the North, the enemy, will be. Hate me, okay. The law of the four great gods, to move, cannot.... but I, you guys, will never, ever forget. That's all, remember '

Tears spilled out of Tion-Fall's eyes as if they could not be revealed.

But there was a luminous smile on its face.

'I, too, will not forget about Master Schmiral for the rest of my life... Please keep in mind in the corner of my memory that such a foolish woman lived in the North...'

"Hum," Ulaya-Fall snorted.

In his eyes dwells a light that will mercy his daughter.

Perhaps - Uraia-Fall had noticed her daughter's mood and so on.

"You can't forget about a man as strange as he is.... don't ever show up before me again, Schmiral. That way, you won't get my sword wet with their blood."

'Yes. Farewell. Uraia-Fall. Tion-Fall. And Ladies and Gentlemen of Munapos'

The people of Munapos, who watched this interaction with a strange face, have also said their farewell greetings loud and mouthful.

Surrounded by its rough cheers, Schmiral embarks on a luggage truck with his compatriots.

Finally, Tion-Fall rushed over to Schmiral.

"Master Schmiral, please, have a happy son-in-law... and I will search for a companion to live with in this land."

"Yes."

Thus the pot of silver left the settlement of Munapos.

For Schmiral, this was the last land of ice and snow to tread on.

(Farewell, it's Mahydra. this land brought me so much)

All the fringes in the land of the north, and his own homeland, and forsaking God, to obtain the man he loves.

That's the path I chose.

Return to Genos with the strength Vina-Lou's companion deserves.

With such thoughts in his chest, Schmiral ran with his compatriots through the northern lands.

Until the day of the covenant, all that remained was more than four months.