Chapter 75: 75 74 If You See Love

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On the bed of the inn, Mira woke up instead of waking up the broadcast informing her about the operation of the railway, and made her way to the station early.

Faster than the railroad passengers overflowing from the inn in the same way, opening up the full mobility of the immortals, Mira secures a window seat on the third floor of the Economy Class.

Then, as the number of passengers gradually increases slightly, the unique, sunny signs of coolness sweep up in the morning, turning instead into a humane hustle and bustle.

You're young.

Looking at the deserted home on the left circulation line, Mira listens to her voice with an objectified face somewhere.

"Attendance, may I?

A clear man's voice passes so well that it can't beat the noise, but it never gets bumpy, and it does rock Mira's eardrum.

If Mira took her gaze off the window and looked back, there stood a man with a lute in his hand and a woman with a hat in her eye.

The seat secured is called a box seat, which is installed in the form of a chair for two facing each other, and the man who spoke shows Mira's front seat.

The man was wrapped around a reddish coat, whose face seemed to have boiled and consolidated a person's goodness, and whose mouth had always had a natural grin, even with a smile. The round eyes hang slightly and further embellish the look. It's a person you like but can easily be fooled.

In contrast, the woman wore a white hat that mimicked her cat ears, and the wet feathery long hair flowing from it seemed so delicate that it was likely to shake with exhalation. But its eyes remain staring hollow in the void, its face is neat but its overall impression is not as cloudy as it tends to be in the spring and night.

"Um, I don't mind."

When Mira glances at the two things, she answers and pulls in her leg, which she had fully extended.

From the application for the seat, Mira looked around lightly wondering if the seat was already filled so much, she could still see some empty seats rather than the growing hustle and bustle. If there is an empty seat where no one is present, Mira sitting there first raises a question as to why the two of them came all the way here. Then, you understand the mood, the man utters a word that seems to be an illustration when he plays one string of lute.

"I think you see, I've been a bard. His name is Emmy Rio. I've been told a lot about the people I meet during my journey, and I'd like to hear about you, if you don't mind. I can't thank you enough, but I can play some music for a long journey. What do you think?

As for Mira, I had no particular reason to say no, but on the contrary, it was about five hours when I was beginning to wonder if I would just look out and read comics.

"I don't have a fun story, but hopefully still,"

"Thank you. I don't care what you talk about."

Deepen her grin. Emilio thanked her so much, taking a woman's hand and making sure she was sure every step of the way and letting her sit in the chair.

"Thanks"

A woman says in a whispering voice. The expression directed at Emilio certainly shaped the grin, but it also seemed to Mira's eyes that she was conceiving a seemingly fading away somewhere.

"She is, Liana. It's childhood friendly. We're traveling together now."

"Best regards"

"Um, I'm Mira."

When Emilio introduces him that way, Liana slowly greets him with her hands on her knees, along with a lovely voice like a little bird. But his eyes were not turned toward Mira, and he looked toward the side seat where no one was.

Shortly thereafter, the bell announcing the departure rings and the train moves out. Mira looks out the window with pleasure at the moment when the heavily blunt train steps out forcefully, and Emilio grabs Liana's hand softly and turns her gaze to burn the view outside into her eyes.

"It's a beautiful day, too. It's so clear that you can almost see the other side of the sky. I can't feel any sign of it even though it's time for more rain. But there's only one white cloud floating around. Looks like a lost sheep. I hope to see my people soon, right? The earth is so blue that it can't beat the sky. It's like competing for blue. It's going on far and far to the end of the border."

Emilio goes into words to portray the visible scenery one after the other.

That's how my short journey with the bard began.

"And what do you want to hear?

"Whatever. Experienced stories, heard stories, seen stories, or even cared about. Let me tell you something I think I can tell you."

"Hmm, yeah."

Mira took her gaze off the window and turned to Emilio in the front, amidst a train that traveled smoothly over the tracks. He said he wanted to talk, but as for Mira, he doesn't know what to tell the bard. But Emilio replies that it is any story. What he wanted was a personal drama. A little story that lights slightly in the corner of your mind, not a story that everyone like the hero Tan is enthusiastic about. That's what Emilio wants.

Mira, who was told anything, that's what started the story with no other love. When it comes to assignments and confidentiality, lay low and get to know Ekarat Carillon, Heinrich is teasing, and he bought a lot of cards driven by impulses that he wouldn't even do? Talk about anything that really floats on the spot.

Emilio sounds seriously intrigued by such stories, and plays lute when he shows his teeth and laughs from time to time. Liana also gave a peek at the look of a mother who thinks of her child, whether she has no heart or is specific to a woman.

"Thank you. It was a very meaningful story. Anything you need to thank me for. It doesn't matter what information you want to know, let's talk about it as much as we know."

That's what I said when Mira's story came to a paragraph, and they told me that they had been traveling all over the continent for nearly a year. So he said he would be able to talk about all the different things that happened on the continent. The matter is mainly spoken by Emilio, and few words are uttered by Liana.

From Mira's story, Emilio thought she was traveling in search of something, adding information instead. That is an unparalleled offer for Mira.

Then take the seal given to you long ago from Solomon via the union and check the numbers written there.

"Well, it doesn't matter if it's small or big, near the next year, if there's anything going on or rumors or anything, I'd like you to tell me."

"I see, I see."

"Yuku, September 20, 2117, June 18, 2132, January 14, 2138. That's it."

When Mira reads out the date and time that the Nine Wise Men emerged in this world, Emilio thrusts Lute's belly at his fingertips, whether it is a habit to think about those three dates in reverse.

The train ran out and calmed down a little, but the economy class is still busy, and the dry sound of this is turned off when it sounds like a bump in the voices gap of a rising person.

"I'm sorry, you don't really know the first two."

Having completed his thought, Emilio played the string again, saying so, sounding the string of Pilute a little.

"Well, I hear there's one way to put it."

"I can only remember one thing if it means you can be small. January 14, 2138. It's been a year since the Non-War Treaty was signed, isn't it? In my memory, a few days after this day, an orphanage should have been set up to protect dozens of war-affected orphans in the Three Kingdoms Defense War. The location was an unnamed village in the northeast mountain of Grimdart."

The orphanage was one of the leading episodes Emilio had seen and heard, and his voice had feelings close to respect.

This story was to such an extent that it became small and sumptuous in general. It is an event in a truly small village in the back of the mountain. But impressed by that spirit of mercy, Emilio thought of it first.

"An orphanage..."

Mira once again glances down on the note in the seal when she squeals like that. The description in question is A2138, 1, 14. This A stands for Initials, and there is only one Nine Wise Men starting with A.

(Artesia, huh? Surely there's a good chance.)

Nine Wise Men of the Sacred Arts Tower. Artesia of the sack. From the past of having miscarried a child, or so much trouble as to pass the degree, and if Mira's memory were to remain, it would be a natural person to move to execution as much as to establish an orphanage if he saw a child straying from the streets due to a war disaster. Not to mention the combined strength of the Nine Wise Men in this world. It would also be easy to provide for ten or twenty children.

"No, let me tell you a very good story"

"No, I'm glad I could help."

When Mira thanked her for the information that seemed powerful, Emilio bounced the strings of lute, making her mind feel that she had received a good story that impressed her. Then its fingertips start playing songs with nature, and the fun sounds as if they represent the mind mix with the hustle and bustle in the car.

If I tried to hear Mira in a comfortable tone as well and pulled out her shoulder strength and sat deep back in her seat, Fujiliana and I gazed in. The look lingered on the dark cloudy colour of the first glimpse, but she smiled softly as if she were a moonlit beauty blooming at night. I like Emilio's performance, and the moonlight falls unconsciously on his expression.

Liana's hands flattened up and down on her knees to get a rhythm, and if she looked at the two a little farther, she would look like a long accompanied couple.

Mira was concerned about Liana's gaze amidst warm emotions like a fire lit the fireplace. It's vain. Its eyes, which are just embedded in the unmade, are just pointed at rather than looking anywhere.

(This person, if…)

Look into Liana's eyes and wave to see how she reacts. But Liana doesn't have any reaction, and she stays listening to Lute's tone. Mira, feeling so uncomfortable, gently turns her gaze towards Emilio.

Emilio perceives the doubts put in there in the eyes of Mira, who was thrown from Liana to ask questions.

Lute slowed down and closed the song, Emilio nodded small.

"Yeah, as you've noticed, Liana's blind"

Emmy Rio holding Liana's hand softly while I say so. Liana said, holding that hand back and keeping her shoulders close together.

"Is that what happened?"

It's the aftermath of the illness.

"Difficult..."

Mira deplores the fact that Liana, smiling but somewhere shady, had such a reason.

The cause was a kind of bizarre disease. Liana was completely blocked at the time when she lost her light instead of something she managed to treat, and that was the only word anyone and he all had to hang on to comfort. But only one man said anything but comfort to her like that.

It is Emilio. Being childhood friendly, he was aspiring to be a bard under the influence of his father, playing lute without saying anything beside the blocking Liana, singing Adventure Tan on both the day to come and the day to come.

day after day, and gradually Liana becomes reactive. "The sound is off" or "Lu Rhythm is not turning"? If it is pointed out in a harsh and spicy manner, try again until you can do it each time.

Those days went on, and Emilio finished singing all the stories he could possibly know.

"I want to make a new poem just for me. That's why I'm going on a journey."

Yes, I told Liana. Liana answers "if you like" with her back to her voice. But when she heard the next word, she turned to Emilio with her already lost eyes. He said, "I want you to come with me".

"You've always listened to my songs about how I can't. And he also pointed me out precisely. My song won't be finished without you."

It was Liana who shook her head once, but Emilio said so many times and succeeded in taking her out. Then I went around on the railroad and sang about it sometimes, and I met Mira today.

"But for that matter, I can touch Liana with dignity."

If Emilio reaches out to Liana's shoulder and strokes it around with a hand that slips the surface while saying so out of the way, Liana will whisper it up silently.

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"You deserve it."

Screaming also with a twist, Emilio sounded the sound of a missing lute somewhere as if it were a signal of surrender, closing the couple comic talent with the other hand.

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"So shall we play a song to commemorate the encounter"

When she gently claws the lute again, not to mention that there was nothing at all, Emilio gently touches Liana's hand. Now, unlike earlier, which I let go of, it was also something that seemed like a ritual of holding hands and connecting thoughts.

As Lute slowly begins to sound the tone, Emilio's clear and clear voice becomes a song through the scales. That song, played like I loved you, was the one that truly sang the encounter, a song that spun the sweet and sour age of boys and girls towards the future.

That's Emilio and Liana's childhood story. Little adventure song when we were both watching the same thing before we were still sick.

When a childish and somewhere annoying story ends and Lute's performance fades out, he ends by playing the pin and string. At the same time, Mira clapped her hands and praised, neglecting whether she was listening or coming from anywhere.

"That's a good song. I remember my childhood. No."

"Uh... thank you"

When you were a kid? And, to Mira's words, Emilio gives thanks with some discomfort.

"What happened to Liana?

Fumi Mira's vision shows Liana leaning down to lay her eyes down. It shivers its shoulders so that it can accommodate something, just leaning down.

Then Shizukuishi dripped onto the back of his hand aligned over his leg. Tears. As the soft-flowing tears wet the back of his hand, Emilio's hand was worn all the time, as he took its hand away.

"What's wrong, Liana? I'm sorry, didn't you like it?

Hold her shoulders as they are, and Emilio speaks gently to whisper. Mira, when it comes to sudden female tears, is wolfish.

"I've changed. I can't see the same world as you anymore. Now, on the contrary, it is only your shackles. If I wasn't here, you'd be able to look around the wider world. I don't want to be your problem anymore."

That was Liana's confession. I've been escorted all my life, Liana, for the whole year I travel. It is also close to nursing care and involves a great deal of effort.

Emmy Rio has dreams. It's about flying around the world and completing masterpieces that are sung all over the world. We have talked about it many times over a long time and that has still not changed. But Liana thought she was such a shackle to his dreams. As long as I take care of myself, I need to be able to fly around the world. But Emilio never abandons herself. Liana, a childhood trainer, knows how kind he is. That's why I'm so sweet. Only when that sweetness accumulated like mud at the bottom of my heart as guilt.

But it's finally overflowing.

"I've hated you for not being able to do anything without you, but for continuing to talk about a world I can't see anymore. But, you know, the most unforgivable thing is that I thought about it myself. When I'm with you, I'm sure I'll be a much worse woman.

So...... Enough about me. "

Closed her eyelids hard and tried to accept what she would hate, Liana spinning word for word, as if to repent.

At the next moment it was the sound of lute that echoed in Liana's ear, ready to stretch herself. The monotones that sound as if talking gradually begin to carve out complex scales, where Emilio's singing overlaps.

The song was about singing the routine I spent with Liana.

Nothing. When the days are happy, when you're happy to be with me, you say you're happy next door. Emilio sings with such a poem on the song, which is going to embarrass me more to hear.

Emilio whispered as the song only resonated after the song was finished and disputed by its sound.

"I used to not know much about love songs, but now I do. Thanks to Liana. Because Liana was there, my world expanded."

Liana tries to collapse and zero large tears. Emilio held that shoulder and shook her hand all the time.

(For a moment, I thought it was going to be a fight... but it seemed to calm down)

Mira, wandering around in sudden tears and leaving her somewhere behind, appeases the two of them in front of each other in a friendly embrace. Even now, Liana's tears were endlessly overflowing, but the meaning of those tears felt like she had a different warmth than earlier.

"No. I knew you couldn't. Because you're sweet. I'm sure you won't abandon me. That's why I can't be sweet anymore."

That's what Liana says and pushes Emilio aside so she can indulge in something. The arm was trembling, grinding with guilt and the fear of not wanting to be abandoned. Liana's unfocused eyes remain directed straight at Emmy Rio, with several muscles of Shizuku falling on her cheeks.

"I've never thought of you as annoying. I'd love to be sweet on that. That's why I don't care."

I thought it had calmed down, the two statements that started to flare up again. Mira, who has a hard time pinching her mouth about the relationship between love and love, wonders what's wrong. Keep it still, if the two of you were separated, there wouldn't be a scene with a worse aftertaste. Mira doesn't even have a plan to be able to do something about this special relationship.

Then the first thing you need to do when you get there is calm down. What is becoming emotional is visible.

So Mira set up an Arcana constraint on the vacant seat next door. To the glow of the pale, glowing magic formation, Emilio unexpectedly closes her mouth and turns her eyes. Arcana's constraint turned and transformed into a rosary summons, followed by a singing Mira voice.

'If you hear this voice, will you wake up when this thought arrives? I want you to let me hear that voice, sing with that voice. Hope here and now again for a tone that sounds like a bell'

Senior spiritual Letisha, who conducts songs and melodies, appeared since the school with the light that scattered the sunlight when the calling voice reached the Summoning Formation.

"Long time no see, Master Player"

Letisha, who instantly found Mira, said so, smiling by the way and with a lovely smile. Emilio, by contrast, looks up at the figure, and Liana is bewildered by the unfamiliar voice that suddenly appears nearby. Furthermore, it boils down to Letisha, whose surrounding passengers, especially the men, suddenly look fantastic.

"Uh, Mr. Mira. You..."

As if you'd forgotten your previous statement, the flashing Emmy Rio stared at Leticia so and inquired.

"This man is not Letisha. If you're a bard, you know, the spirit of sound."

When Mira says so, she orders Letisha to stand next to her early. The song is "Lovers Nocturne". It's a song that spells out the sadness of lovers not seeing each other.

"Request accepted."

Replying so, multiple harmonious melodies overflow from Letisha's feathers, resonating there with whispering, but clearly resounding singing. The singing princess's recital, which suddenly began, attracted the hearts of all passengers as it was when she quickly silenced the inside of the car.

"This is the song of the Sound Spirit, said to be the examination of Cai Lu..."

When it comes to the Spirit of Sound, it is also synonymous with God among the bards. Suddenly it was Emilio who was told that he was the spirit of sound and wondered what he was talking about, but the solo comes to its chest convincingly, which I have to believe.

Emilio unconsciously cried at the tone that resonated to the depths of his mind to color everything polar.

"Of sound, spirits? This song is kind of very beautiful"

The blind Liana cannot see Letisha, but the song played by her does pour down into a dark, sinking heart, reflecting soft ripples.

Apparently, he's calmed down a little.

Riana rhythms with patties with her hands placed on her lap trying to listen in. Emilio, by contrast, took out the paper and pen and started writing something. The look is serious, somewhere embarrassing, but from time to time the gaze toward Liana seems delightful.

Letisha's solo is over, and the car is surrounded by nature and applause. Something came up from downstairs, and some leaned their necks at the look of it.

"Thank you. Thank you. Yo."

A fantastic woman wearing a thin coat waved to answer her applause with a smiling smile. It is a totally incomprehensible sight if you look only at the end.

"Okay, done!

In a car thriving with praise for Letisha, Emilio nodded so satisfied with the paper he had in his hand.

"What did you do?

Amongst the noisy surroundings, if Liana, who does hear Emilio, asks so, Emilio said softly holding that hand.

"It's a song from now on."

Emilio stares straight at Liana as he tells her. When she says so, she slowly releases her gripping hand and starts playing Lute.

Starting with accompaniment, Emmy Rio's singing overlaps. Strong thoughtful words, even in the midst of clutter, float like slides when spelled out as if they had cut off every moment.

The new song with feelings for Liana plays comfortably.

Then a new melody was added to the melody. Lettisha was inspired by Emilio's song.

The next sound I could match created a brilliant harmony to further enhance Emmy Rio's singing.

The song was a poem with the view Emilio had seen so far on his railroad journey and his mood at that time intact.

As if we were there, the scene floats on the lid as if we had toured together. It is such a song.

When the song finishes welcoming the finale, now the applause rolls towards Emilio. The number of passengers was considerable, and Emilio thanked her as if only slightly bewildered.

"After all, Emilio's song is lovely"

"It was a lovely song."

"Um, let me listen to something good"

Happy to be praised by Liana, praised and frightened by Letisha, praised and embarrassed by Mira, Emilio says as she plays the string of Lute, "Thank you".

"This song was made because you were there."

Emilio holds Liana's hand again, says yes, and then puts his hand on its shoulder. Capturing Liana's eyes without light in the front, Emilio nevertheless faces them upright.

"It's the world I saw because you were there. No matter how gorgeous, no matter how colorful, Liana, any view would fade without you. So I want to be with you forever."

That is the feeling that Emilio has been thinking about. I kept it a secret before I traveled without falsehood. And the heart is also passed on to Liana.

"But then there's your dream. I can't be sweet. So!"

That's what Liana says and when she waves, she lays down her face and tells her to abandon herself. But the expression was at best distorted by his helplessness and his genuine desire to be really close to each other. The burden on the eyes is quite profound.

But Emilio, who no longer decided his heart, laughs gently as if he recalls happiness until then when he puts his strength into the hands that touched Liana's trembling shoulders.

"I don't know the spiciness of blindness. And the anxiety you have. But listen to my feelings. I've told you many times, I want to be with you. I've always wanted to be next to you. If you can't see anything, I'll sing everything in my eyes. So Liana, don't block your ears. Because I want you to hear my songs forever."

When Emilio just told her purely honest thoughts, she basically rang a lute and sang.

It's an improvised, very common, sweet sweet love song that keeps saying you want to get married.

Letisha starts playing the psalm so that it goes with nature to that Emmy Rio singing voice. It's a classic wedding song in this world.

It was a song that did not resemble any of Emilio's improvisations, but the spirits of sound. So, with wonder and stunning harmony, it continued to sound quite warmly like a double helix going on from the past.

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