Chapter 70: 70 Episode 65: Luminous

The sun has set completely and the surroundings are pitch dark.

Nevertheless, "Soyts"'s body shines dimly and brightly.

and in the light stood something like a black shadow, staring at me . . . .

"Ro, Loretta, I'm running away!"

"Dah, no! Here, here, I'm paralyzed... ...I can't stand up!"

"Isn't it okay to be scared?"

"I was just relaxed because it didn't actually come out! I'm scared!"

"Oh, come on!"

I run to Loretta, where I sink into the ground, and lift her up. ...but Loretta couldn't even stand up, perhaps completely paralyzed. Can't you move him without carrying him on your back?

There's a ghost right there... ...I want to run away as soon as possible!

"All right, Loretta! I'll pick you up tomorrow!"

"I don't want you to leave me! I'll curse you!? I'll curse you to the last generation!"

That's scary!

"Then jump on your back!"

`I can't!'

"Yes, d*mn it!"

I turned my back on Loretta, and tried to pull my arm wildly on her back."

"It hurts! My arm is falling out!"

`Come back up a little and bring it on yourself!'

"My legs are weak!"

"... May I lend you a hand?"

"I'm sorry!

"...well, get hold of course.

`Well... thank you, I don't know you,'

"...no, that's about it."

With the help of a kind person, I managed to carry Loretta on my back.

All right, now I'm going to run away with a dash......... just.........

"... Huh?"

"... to?"

"...what?"

I feel uncomfortable and look back.

Loretta looked back exactly at the same time, wondering if she had felt the same discomfort.

"...will you please?"

There was a black shadow staring at me in the pale light. . . . . .

``Oh, my God!'

"What!? What...?"

``Eurey!'

"What!? What! Where? Where?"

"'It's you!'

"Was I a ghost?"

Don't you realize it!?

"Namu Amidabutsu!"

"Huh! What is it? What is it? What's the spell?

"I'll return you to heaven!"

"Are you a wizard, hero?"

Hmm?

Hero...?

"Well, you're a hero, aren't you?"

"No, you're just a restaurant employee?"

"No! You are a hero. God is a precious man given to this world. I understand. I feel a noble soul. Well, the sparkle of the soul is quite different!"

What is this ghost?

Are you also soliciting strange religions?

"Brother.........he's not a ghost, is he?"

"Well, now that you mention it..."

I gaze intently at a dimly shining woman dressed in black.

He's dressed in black with a black cape, and wears a large black hat with a large flange on his head.

He then slows down his gaze to see if it is a ghost.

"...you know,"

"Until now, are you talking about breast milk?"

"Ah!"

A ghost shrieks under its cover.

Loretta, you have treated me like a ghost.

"It's not my chest, it's my feet! I said I have my feet."

"...foot? If it's a foot, it's like this."

A ghost with slightly tearful eyes timidly puts its feet forward. as if to show us

It's a thin leg with tight ankles. The bulging of the calves tickles the hearts of men.

"Do you have a cool mouth?"

"You really can't touch Regina."

Don't equate yourself with half‐fishers in the sea‐fishing guild. It's unpleasant.

"In my country, ghosts are said to have no legs. This is proof that he is not a ghost because he has legs."

"Well... ghost, by any chance, is it me...?"

A ghost... no, a ghost asks me with a surprised look.

Being surprised, I'm sure it's not a ghost."It would be no use thinking of him as a ghost if he had shone all over on a night like this.""Oh, this light... I understand."　Ghosts who accept and smile shyly as soon as they agree. 　Looking directly at her, she looks rather cute. She's older than Jeanette and Estella. She has a calm atmosphere. She's probably in her mid-20s. 　Ordinary people wouldn't have anything to do to come here at this hour. 　Then it's natural to assume that he lives in this neighborhood. 　Living in this neighborhood, calling me a "hero," and his age was about that time.""Are you Theron's childhood friend who studies flowers?""Yes, yes. ... but you understand it well, don't you?""Well, there was some information,""...Did you say, 'She's like a firefly?'""No, I didn't,"　a sort of downhill ghostly] 　Maybe it's a little negative. 　But fireflies... ...you know yourself well. They're no longer looking like fireflies. "Are you a firefly squid?""No,"　I was denied with a straight face. 　He looks a little annoyed. 　...you're the one who started to call it firefly squid. "I'm Wendy Avery, a scientist who studies flowers."　The woman, who calls herself Wendy, gently picks up the hem of her black skirt and makes a graceful gesture. 　You can tell that you are getting old properly because you can say these kinds of greetings like this. "I am Loretta! Nice to meet you!"　Loretta, with her arms stretched out on my back, calls herself full force, without considering the volume of her voice. ... I've got to teach her manners, too. "Thank you very much, Mr. Loretta, and my hero.""Can you stop doing that? It's OK with Jiro"."Oh, my God! To call a hero away!""So don't call me a hero!""But... he is a great man enough to make a hero's image.""Oh, the matter is now settled,"　The idiots who built the statue without permission kept it in place. 　I'm going to use it in the jaws for a while. "And what do you want from us?"　Wendy called out to us as we came out of the brickworks. 　I thought I might have something to do. "Well, the truth is that... it's not a stalker or anything like that, so please don't get me wrong... but I've been following you a long time since I saw a hero who passed here in the evening.""I'm a stalker,""I'm a stalker,""No, no! I just wanted to hear from you!""And have you been waiting here for us to come out?""...yes,""I'm a stalker,""I'm a stalker,""So!? . . . . . . I can't argue with you."　Wendy curled up and wept. 　This must have been the shadow Loretta had seen around here before she went to the brickworks. 　But why does he emit so much light all over his body?　Are you a supermarket person?"Actually, I... feel my limitations..."　Despite her depression, Wendy begins to speak little by little by little. "I think what I'm after is an impossible dream... ...then I'll throw everything away, and if I give up, I'll feel better...""But there's a reason why you don't want to,"　I told her that Wendy looked as if a pigeon had been shot. 　No, a face that looks like a popcorn hit on a nefry might suit you better. 　I'll give it a try next time. "...how do you know?""Because it's tickling."There is only one purpose for him to say things like "I've come to a conclusion" and "I have no choice but to give up." I want you to say, "That's not the case." I want you to say, "Try a little harder." 　The reason why I'm trying is that I can't find it myself, so I want someone else to push my back. "There's a very troublesome race in my country called 'Kate-chan.' You look like them.""...it's troublesome...."　They probably aren't used to being categorically denied. 　Wendy is visibly depressed. 　Well, my childhood friend is that Theron. 　I'm sure he was always pushing Wendy on the back, taking everything she said positively. 　But as soon as that becomes a matter of course, I feel uneasy. 　I suspect that this person is the only one who always supports me, and that all the other human beings are negative... and that even to that special person, "I think I'm really overdoing it." 　I'm afraid to hear it. But I'm worried. 　And when that happens, what he relies on is "agree from a third party." 　If I say, "It's all right, hang in there," Wendy will be saved, for a short time, but it won't last. 　You ought to let go of it, then. 　Then, I will correct it so that it can stand on my own feet. 　The trouble is that there's a reason why I have to be positive about this. "You're worried because you don't want to acknowledge the answers you already have. You're just repeating excuses to deny the answers you don't want to acknowledge."「………………」　Wendy, completely turned down. 　I wonder if they don't know how to respond to harsh words because they've been spoiled. "Big Brother".　Rarely reading the air, Loretta speaks to me in a low voice. 　... well, why don't you come down? I know it's not a ghost, and I'm going to carry her on my back, she's crying Loretta."The answer that I don't want to admit is... ...that I'm going to stop researching and give up on my childhood friend, right?"

...what?

Did he take it that way?

But it's not.

"Quite the opposite,"

"The other way round?"

Wendy said, "We have no choice but to give up." But if he really meant it, he wouldn't go out of his way to ambush me and talk to me.

"Wendy doesn't want to give up on Theron for anything. I don't want to marry a nobleman. But I'm in a hurry because my research doesn't produce the results I want. Time ran out, and I wanted to shout, 'No more!'"

"Do you shout 'Damebo'? What a cute cry!"

"No... well, I've never used that word before..."

The strange bites of food interrupted the conversation.

Wendy doesn't have to go out of her way to deny it.

"Well, I said "Damepo" at random, but anyway, Wendy wants to show up and keep Theron by, don't want to give it to anyone, she wants to be sticky from morning till night on holidays, she wants to kiss you even on weekdays, she wants to come and say things like, "Me!" or "I have to tell you so!" "Oh, come on! Oh, come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!!"

"Brother! Calm down! Reclaim your reason! No one said that much!"

"Hero!"

"You know, Wendy is in angry mode!"

"Why do you know everything?"

"Did you really want to do that? It hurts! They're such a painful couple!"

Loretta is confused at my back, but I feel like I don't understand that.

Every couple in the world thinks the same thing.

Blast it equally!

In short, I don't want to let go, but I don't want to expose my appearance.

That's what it is.

"Then I have no choice but to make my research a success."

It's the most straightforward and simplest solution.

"Once your research is complete, Theron's flowerbed will sell like hot cakes. Is that so?"

"Yes, yes! I'm confident about that!"

Wendy's nodding eyes were filled with absolute confidence.

bricks in demand only as flower beds However, there is no demand for even the flowerbed in these 42 wards.

That's probably why Wendy puts everything into flower research. I firmly believe that if the research succeeds and the demand for flowers increases, so will the demand for Theron's flower beds.

But that confidence disappears in an instant.

"...if the study succeeds...."

Well, that's the hardest part.

If it's easy to do it, everyone's a billionaire by now.

"And what kind of flowers are you studying?"

Theron said, "A flower that does not yet exist in this world."

"I'm studying the shiny flowers."

"Shining flowers...?"

"Yes. I want to create a flower that accumulates sunlight on its petals during the day and glows to the point where it shines at night."

Glittering flowers... I've never seen anything like that.

"I've been doing that research for a long time."

"And... did you learn to shine?"

"It's not! It's not true, but it's not true!"

With a dim glow, Wendy swings her arms.

"This is because I was exposed to the sun while waiting for the hero."Well, the powder of light stuck to my body and clothes... and...!"

"Is the powder of light your invention?"

"What? Oh, yes. Yes, sir.

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If there's anything that keeps his body shining... ...this can be used.

"Can you show me some of the results of your research?"

"What? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." Now, I'll take you to my lab."

We were led behind Wendy into an old house, close to the brickworks.

Wendy walking in front of me was bright and very easy to walk. It's a convenient guy!

The laboratory created an unusual atmosphere, with windows bordered with wooden boards.

Nevertheless, the laboratory is awash with dim light.

"Is this the result of your research?"

"Yes,"

There are large desks and shelves in the lab.

But I was more concerned about the large amount of hemp bags on the floor.

The light was leaking from there. There must be powder of light in there.

There seems to be a fair amount.

"I'm fifteen years old forever, and after seventeen years of research I rowed to the point where I accumulated sunlight and produced substances that emit light at night." He's fifteen years old forever."

It's already been over two years. There is no way I can start my research at the age of zero, so I guess I'm of a moderate age.

"And when I was in the laboratory, the powder would stick to me... even if I washed it, it would be so stained that I could not get rid of it... and it might have something to do with the fact that it was hard to dissolve in water..."

"Is it hard to dissolve in water?"

"Yes, it's hard to dissolve and flow."

"Is this all you have in stock?"

"Well, for now," I can make it from now on."

"What's the cost of ingredients?"

"It won't take long," The ingredients are secret, but they are extracted from certain plants available in the woods. It's almost free."

I see. It's an ideal situation."And how did you intend to light up the flowers with the powder?""At first, I tried to dissolve the powder in water and give the water to the flowers so they could emit light from the inside."　When red water is given to white flowers, the water pipe can be seen through red, which can cause the white petals to turn red. 　It may be an application of that, but..."It's impossible if it's hard to dissolve in water.""Yes, it was a failure. So I applied it directly to the flower petal.""What's the result?""It's dead..."　Well, that's the trap that happens when foreign objects are applied. "I've tried this and that... none of them worked... I've tried everything I could for a year..."　It took seventeen years to complete the powder of light, and it has been a year since I began my research in order to shine flowers shine. 　Don't study more and more than your age; you're fifteen years old forever. "...I'm beginning to think it's impossible."　Plants are alive. 　It can't be so easy to add foreign substances to a living object and transform it into something completely different. "Why did you come up with the idea of making a brilliant flower?""That's... longing."　Wendy smiled weakly and looked up at the ceiling as if she were looking into the distant past. 　Wendy begins to speak quietly in the dim glow of the distant day. "We have a family close to us who live on a hill full of flowers. They are really beautiful, elegant, and, above all, they look good in flowers..."　clench at Wendy's hat 　　A large flange was pulled down and Wendy's face was lost. "I wanted to play with flowers like that, but they told me, 'Flower doesn't suit you.' ... Our family doesn't have the habit of swarming with flowers."　Has this guy been studying all the time to fill in the emotional scars he suffered when he was young? 　But what is his family...?"So we wanted to create a flower that would instinctively swarm our family together! ... that's why I started my research."　Then Wendy took off her hat. 　Wendy's head had bushy antennae shaped like leaves. "A shining flower for us, the Yamayuga people, who have the habit of swarming with light!"　They flock to vending machines in the summer, Yamayuga!? They're moths!　It's gathering in the light, right?"But... these days, I don't care about that purpose... ...I want to be of help to him who supports my research, which has not been successful... ...that's all I've been thinking about."　Wendy muttered a shy, self-deprecating, complex smile. "So what doesn't work is... with such a flirtatious feeling... ...that I can't help him, that I can't make his dreams come true..."　The dream is to make flowers with moths, and to create a big reversal of life and death to rebuild the needy brick factory.　If that's what we're looking for now..."Isn't it not necessary to make the 'flowers'"What?"　hmm 　This is good. 　This smells like... gold. "Can you leave everything to me?""Oh......heroes...no way...""I'll do something about it,""Oh......yes..."　Tears are gathering in Wendy's eyes. 　Wendy, who could not do anything about it, but could not give up on Theron, and could not go or return. 　I wanted to hang on to someone, but I guess I couldn't rely on anyone. There was no sign of anyone else in this laboratory. I've been trying my best by myself. 　Then, at a standstill, at a loss... where you meet a hero. 　Heroes are not patterns, but... my presence has moved Wendy. She has stepped forward and backward. 　Then he dangled after me......and got cooperation. 　Dear Wendy, 　Luck doesn't roll in even if you keep silent. 　You should move and grab it yourself. 　The seventeen and one year you have been struggling with has never been wasted. 　You have moved me. 　Then I'll make your wish come true. "You'll leave it to me,"...yes. Nice to meet you...oh!"　After a brief conversation, I left the laboratory. 　I thought Loretta was so quiet that she fell asleep on my back. 　...he's an easygoing fellow. 　Well, all right. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 　After a long stint as executive committee member, I came back to Yangtari-tei. "Welcome home, Mr. Jiro. You're so late."　The shop was closed, but Jeanette came out as soon as I knocked. 　I'm sure they've been waiting in the dining room for a long time. "Mr. Manager, I'm home!"　Just before arriving at the shop, Loretta wakes up and greets her return. 　Jeanette's eyes opened wide open. "Ro, Mr. Loretta... your forehead?""Your forehead?"　Did you guess what it was? Loretta leaps off my back with a strange sound. She just runs into the bathroom. She must have gone to look in the mirror. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?　I hear screams coming from the bathroom, and I burst out laughing. "... What did you do, Mr. Jiro?""My back fare,""... no more. Don't bully me."　I get a good scolding, but that' "Wow, brother! What did you do to me!"When Loretta jumps out of the bathroom, she glares at me standing up.

with a brilliant 'meat' on one's forehead

"I've painted Wendy's glowing powder on the decoration. Is this all right on the road at night?"

"I wish they would look prettier anyway. What does 'meat' mean? Meat!"

Wouldn't it have been nice if it looked cute?

"If you wash it, it will fall off."

"I've heard that it's hard to dissolve in water! It was like a dream!"

Oh, you slept around here.

"Oh! You only do unnecessary things! Magda! Give me some hot water!"

Scrubbing the decorations, Loretta runs deep into the kitchen.

He must have gone to Magda's room. Recently, Loretta has been staying in Magda's room. I'm glad you seem to be on good terms with me.

A few minutes after Loretta disappeared... I heard a terrific sound of footsteps from across the kitchen and Magda rushed out into the dining room.

He seems to have sprinted at full speed.

Then, as soon as he found me, he raised his arms and stuck his thumb up.

"...very interesting,"

You seem to like it.

It might be a good idea to have Loretta do her best with a meat character in the future.

Magda said that and went back into the kitchen. I suppose you're going back to your room.

Then, I and Jeanette were left in the dining room.

"What's that? And Wendy?"

It's not something to force, it's just pure interest in me.

Or rather, I'd like you to tell me what happened today.

"Do you want to sit down and talk?"

"Yes. How about your meal?"

"I'll talk to you later. Let's talk a little bit."

"Yes,"

Jeanette was leaning toward the kitchen, but when I sat down, she sat across from me without hesitation.

He should not have eaten yet, but he never makes such a gesture. Moreover, it's about time you fell asleep.

I'm sorry, but...

...you have to hand this over first, or you'll feel uneasy.

"Now that you mention it, you talked about the flowers in the daytime, didn't you?"

Oh... Did you start the conversation wrong?

Was it too sudden?

d*mn, why are you so nervous, I...

"Yes, I told you that it would be nice to build a flowerbed in front of the shop."

"Oh, not that one."

"Isn't that the case?"

You know, Estella, as if she were going to hit me...

"Oh, a bouquet?"

That's right! That's it!

"You told me that Mr. Imelda was receiving a lot of flowers."

"What about Jeanette?"

"I'm not at all,"

"I see... ...hmmm..."

Jeanette, who rarely leaves the dining room, has no chance of meeting a man who gives her a bouquet of flowers.

Then there's no other way for Jeanette to get a bouquet of flowers than by a man she's already met.

Umaro, Becko, Mormat, etc.

......me or something like that.

"And, you know, when I went to the brickshop today, I found something interesting."

"Why?"

I have an understated hand in hand to make my story go smoothly.

He stared at me with a smile on his face.

It's really easy to talk to.

You're paying attention to me, aren't you?

Every day, every day, I don't get tired easily.

That's why.

Why don't you give me a little trouble?"

as a housemate... as a workmate... as a man.

"I just bought it on impulse. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"What...?"

"No, I hope you don't mind,"

"I'm glad," I can't believe Mr. Jiro is going to buy me something."

"Ah... well... yes."

You can see through it. I bought it as a present.

Oh, well!

"This is it,"

"Wow!"

Put the things Theron wrapped on the table and remove the wrapping.

"Is it a brick vase?"

"Oh, there's a good bricklayer. It seems to be the result of my research. It's light, and the water doesn't spill."

"It's wonderful..."

Jeanette lifted up the vase and gazed at it with her bright eyes.

Well, that's it.

Men who send a bouquet of flowers to a woman are, on the whole, f*cking shit.A vase would be safe. I don't think so.

From now on, someone will throw a bouquet of flowers to Jeanette, but the bouquet will be displayed in the vase I gave her.

Every time Jeanette sees a decorated flower, she also looks at the vase.

... well, that's why it feels like that.

"If you put flowers on it, it will be very beautiful.""Well... I don't know much about flowers."

"It's pretty, I'm sure,"

It was a definite statement.

It was an open smile.

Jeanette looked really happy and would say such a thing while hugging a vase... I lost my mind.

"Well, I'll get you some flowers next time." -- and that's why."

"Yes!"

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That's why this is no good.

"Mr. Jiro,"

A vicious, gentle smile is directed at me that will knock me out of my wits.

release lethal amounts of destructive healing aura and utter critical words

"Thank you,"

At an instant, I thought the blood had boiled.

You shouldn't be used to doing anything new things.

"Oh, well... it's just the usual courtesy."

After I managed to mutter that much, my life became zero.

I can't say anything anymore.

After that, I went to bed early after eating the food Jeanette had prepared for me.

I couldn't sleep at all...

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