44 43. Two days before.txt (1/2)

I think I'm going to go home now.

The sun had gone down and it was nighttime, and Arti had made a statement of intent that there was no time to lose. Rustyala puffed out her cheeks in response.

''Yeah, let's have more fun!

'No, no. I have to show up for my classes at the Institute tomorrow. I can't play for long.

Arti replies apologetically to Rustyala.

In response, Maria says the same thing.

''Oh, I'm going home too. I don't have anything to do, and since we're going to be here, I'll be leaving with Arti-san.

Maria hadn't spent any money at all after she had eaten once.

Maybe that's why she spent a lot of time talking to Arti, who also didn't want to spend any money. Maybe the reason she's trying to leave with him is because they got to know each other in that time.

'Hmm. I'll be responsible for sending Maria home. Christ and Rustyala can have a little more fun together.

It was mentioned that Arti would give me a ride home, which Maria accepted with a smile. Apparently, while me and Rustyala were fussing, a friendship had developed between the two of us.

After that, although Rustyala had some trouble, Arti and Maria left without a moment's hesitation.

Then we were left alone, and Rustyala laughed and called out to me.

'If Maria isn't here, are you seriously going to frolic?'

Hmm. No, I'm starting to get a little tired myself.

Even though basic strength is enhanced by the level, there are still limits.

''Right. I'm the same way. Now let's just settle down and chat while looking for something interesting to eat.''

'That's a fair point. ...... Yes, it is. If you can, would you like me to tell you something about this world?　I can't ask anyone but Rastiala about those things, so the situation now is just fine.

'Okay, but ....... That's what happens when you sneakily hide the fact that you're a 'gentile'. I mean, you don't have to hide that much, do you?

It's never happened before. If they find out, they'll be cautious because you never know what they'll do to you. It's ......, so don't give me that word in a crowd like this.

Rastiara uses the word 'gentile' proudly in the crowd.

In the past of my world, there were things like witch hunts and pagan hunts. Even today, if such a thing as an extraterrestrial is discovered, there's a good chance it will become a guinea pig. Even with my shallow knowledge, I can see that 'Gentiles' are no better than extraterrestrials. It was enough of a possibility to make me stomp my feet in fear. So I appeal to Rustyala to refrain from speaking.

'Christ really is a coward, isn't he? I get it. I'll say as little as possible. But I think it would be better to tell him around Maria as soon as possible, though.

'For Maria?　Why?

Why, 'mate'?　You're supposed to let people in on your secrets, right?

'Friends'. But that's not the same thing as this.

'Heh, hmmm ....... Christ is so (...). Hmmm, well, if Christ says so, so be it.

Even if they are 'friends', I don't think I'm going to reveal their secrets easily.

When I said that, Rustyala nodded repeatedly, looking happy.

I feel uneasy about the happy-looking Rustyala.

When Rustyala looks happy like this, it's when he's thinking about something that wouldn't be good for a normal person. I ask him what he's thinking about.

'What. What's wrong with you?

No, no, no, no. Rather, it's good (...) Yes, even though we're in the 'tribe', we don't have to talk about everything, do we?

It's 'good' for Rastiala. In other words, it will be 'not good' for me.

It's best to avoid what Rastiara happily recommends as much as possible. We've known each other for a short time, but I've learned that much.

So I'm going to retract my previous statement.

'...... I'll talk to Maria when I get a chance. Maria's a 'mate', you know.

Oh, you're going to tell him?　...... Wait, that's fine then.

Rustyala looked a little disappointed.

But she quickly regains her composure and her face lights up.

And then she starts talking about the first thing I suggested - this world.

'So let's talk about this world, shall we? But even if you say so, it's hard to know where to start.

You're right, you're right.

Even I can't explain my world to you right away if you ask me to explain it to you.

'No, you don't have to explain it all at once. No, you don't have to explain it all at once, because it's going to be difficult and I don't expect you to understand everything right away. Just start with what's familiar to you and take it a little at a time. For example, ......, you can expand on the story about this festival. From there, you'll learn a little bit of customs and common sense.

'This festival, huh? ....... That's easy to talk about. I don't have a lot of hands-on experience, but I know what I'm doing.

Rastiara continued to speak, looking deeply moved and compassionate to his surroundings.

'This festival is a prelude to someone's Nativity. This festival lasts for about a week, and on the day of the Nativity there is a great ceremony in the cathedral of Huzjaz. They say it's meant to be a celebration to thank God and to bring good things to the people.

'I see. I understand, because we have something similar in my world. Do you have events like that a few times a year?

'Yes. The Bishop of the Confederacy - there are many saints in Revanism. There are three Nativity celebrations alone, and there are many other festivals to honor God. I guess this time it's one of those big Nativity festivals.

Heh. ......

The customs may be different, but they are similar to my world.

The stars and roots may be different, but if people are alive, they may think the same way.

'This time it's the birthday of Saint Tiara Fouzouyaz. A saint who is said to have built the foundations of magic on the continent--

'Wait. I was wondering earlier if the ...... name is, you know, too near-pinned?

I stop talking as quickly as I can.

Even if it's just Rustyala, who is suspicious of many things about his origins. The similarity of his name to that saint's gives me a bad feeling.

That's right. That saintly tiara is 'me'.

And, exactly, Rustyala responded to that bad feeling.

'Huh. ......'

The shock is tempered by the fact that I had expected some of it. Still, there's no doubt that it will be troublesome. I let out one sigh and then urge Rustyala to continue the conversation.

'Of course, it's not the person in question itself. After all, he's a person from hundreds of years ago. It's just that his physical body is the same person (Tiara). The spirit is different.

'The body itself is ....... That alone is a terrible thing. What's that, in this world, you can do that with magic or something?

'Yes, I can do it. After spending an enormous amount of money, time and magic, it looks like I've been able to create a body like that of a saint. Wow, human karma is so scary!

I'm both horrified and dismayed at the same time.

In the end, it's the same as the cloning and cell manipulation techniques of my world. The civilization may be different, but it seems that the ideas end up being similar.

'Magic can only go so far ....... So what was the purpose of regenerating Saint Tiara's body? Of course, you had a purpose in mind, right?

Hmm, of course it has many purposes. But I can't tell you any more than that, because if I tell you any more, I'll have to explain the mysterious and interesting aspects of my life. If I tell you any more, I'll have to explain to you the mysterious and interesting parts of me.

Rustyala starts to instantly start putting out when it comes to himself. As I've said before, he seems to feel romantic about revealing his identity little by little.

However, I'm curious to see if it's going to get to this point, so I'm going to fry Rustyala's words from earlier.

''Hey. Wasn't 'friends' supposed to confide their secrets to each other?

'Yes, I do. That's what I think. So here's what I'll do. If I can properly teach Mary that Christ is the 'Vortex Wave', I'll properly teach her about 'my tiara'.

Guess that's what's coming: ......

I had said earlier that I would talk to Maria when the time was right, but I hadn't decided when that time was. This was a tough deal, as I was trying to stretch it out if I could.

'All right. But I'll try to time it so it'll be quite a bit later.

'You could have told me that today. Christ is a slacker.

I'm not a slacker. It would be difficult for Maria to have this conversation all of a sudden. Maria is going through a lot of shock at the moment. She has become a slave, she has lost a lot of things, and she doesn't need to hear about my situation.

'Hmmm. I guess if Christ says so, then so be it. You can stretch the timing however you like.

Rustyala watches me with warm eyes as I desperately try to explain Maria's condition.

'Yeah, I'll do what I want. But when you do, you'll definitely have to tell me, too.

Of course.

After making a promise to Rastiala, I find a rare food stall. It's the kind of food I've never had before, and I suggest we stand in line at Lastiara. I think it's something I've never eaten before, and I suggest that we stand in line with Rastiara.

While eating the nuts we bought together, Rastiara and I walk and continue our conversation. He can't talk about himself, but he likes to talk about history and other things.

I may not be able to tell you about my tiara now, but I can tell you about the tiara of the past. It's just as well that I can learn about the world by learning about the great people of the past.

Wow, this Saint Tiara is such a great person?

Greatness is great. He laid the groundwork for a lot of things. After all, he created the first magic. And he made the Who's Yards.

That's great: ......

'Other saints are great, too. Most of them are building countries, saving the world, and moving history around.

'You're going to save the world ....... Saints are people, right ......?

It's human. But I heard that saints can hear voices that you can't hear. He hears the voice and brings miracles to the continent with knowledge that does not exist in this world. As a result, a lot of people are saved, so it is tempting to call him a saint and worship him.

The definition of a saint seems to be similar to my world.