554 The Hall of Return, Part 6 - Something

"That shouldn't be all."

"What makes you think that?

"You're not that perfect a person. There has to be something deliberate or unexpectedly cunning about it. Don't even think about it. I don't think it's just good intentions to help us."

"I'm going to be pretty good even if it looks like this. If I do raise you, I'm just wondering if you could do a fine job as part of this mercenary regiment and help me out. Plus, they want to create a mechanism for developing talent into this mercenary corps itself. That way, I think it will work in favor of the long-term operation of this regiment."

"I see. We're experiment number one, right?

Alphilis slapped his neck a little on what Layer said, but nodded because he was roughly right.

"I have a story to say, but I wonder if that's the place."

"Okay. If you're gonna do that, let's make it work. That way, I can repay you more or less."

"You don't have to think so hard"

No, I'm sorry about that.

When he heard the lay not give way to his hard work, Alphilis laughed as if he was stunned. Somewhere the layer was relieved that that smile had returned.

That's just where the line comes in.

"Oh, were you here? Alfie, I need to talk to you for a second."

"What, I told you not to call me by my nickname?

"That's nice. Are you still more depressed than that?

"Leave me alone!

The alphilis swelled, but the line was still fine.

"Leave me alone, if you're so depressed, this one's annoying"

"What is this degree! You found out I was buying grudges all over the place, didn't you? You're depressing me!

"I think I've told you before, the slaughtered and stretched world. Then it's a daily tea meal. The person you killed would have quite a few friends, and some parents and brothers. It is the battle to turn all of that upside down and take it away irrationally. It is true that the battle between soldiers is a trivial event, but the lives of men are heavily placed in the hands of each and every one of them. If you don't like that, you're going to be strong enough that no one has to kill you on the battlefield, or you're going to make the very logic of war, like Miriazal. That Bishop Sama is sending his own Sister to the battlefield to make war victims a little less, isn't he? How much trial and error and sacrifice do you think it took to have that much power? You don't seem to be bothering me like this yet."

"Don't be so easy on me!

"I didn't say it easy, there are plenty of guys with the same problems. Including me."

"What...?

"Better than that."

The line barely passes beside the layer and speaks wisely to be an alphilis. You get a little angry with the line like that, Alphilis did the trick of beating him up, but the line grabbed his head, and he went straight into the discussion. Seeing the glamour of the line and him speaking only on an equal footing with Alphilis, Layer realized for the first time that he had someplace to remember his sadness.

A painting of Arnelian headquarters, the newly named 'White Tree Palace', was a work place for Miranda. White trees were planted with bark called silahada, and the palace was white enough to illuminate the snowy scenery.

They say there is a similar palace in the Western Olimpas, but Miranda did not refer to the landscape. I just somehow wanted to make it a palace based on white, and gold. It was strange why she thought so herself, but Miranda had a blueprint that would symbolize Arnelia.

"I don't know what to make of it, but... almost a white color is a bit oppressive."

"It's the green season now. The colour of the leaves to which the silahada is also applied is green, and in deciduous season the colour is changed. And it's not entirely white, so, well, isn't this a good idea?

"I don't think so."

Miranda talks to Maple, who is also her own assistant. In the course of the work that was spared while sleeping, the construction and movement of the new palace took place simultaneously. It was only 10 days ago that the headquarters of the pilgrims led by Miranda had been relocated to this palace. Miranda was thinking about calling Alphilis to that inaugural ceremony, but Alphilis had left for Begrad, and it didn't come true to meet him.

"I haven't had any luck lately. Too busy is still a thought."

"Right, I'm tired of servants, too. I don't usually have to sleep."

"When is Maple sleeping? If you call me, I'll be here any minute."

"I sleep at night for once, but basically I sleep less between assignments. Otherwise, people like us who move in the shadows rarely get a good night's sleep."

"It's pitiful. But I'm just gonna need you to hang out a little longer, okay? Until this case is over."

What Miranda had at her disposal was a single report. Miranda was thinking about the importance of that report as she turned that report around.

Continued