At that moment, Ingrid was jumping up.
But I immediately understood my situation because it was common.
No... because it's the usual, should I say?
Every day and night, Ingrid jumps up like this in the middle of the night.
Nevertheless, it doesn't just mean you'll still get used to it.
Ingrid looks down at his own arm as he prepares his rough breath.
I couldn't stop trembling yet. I laughed at myself watching it.
"Totally... even though I am a child, such as I have bad dreams and jump and tremble..."
But when I tried to squeal like that, the tremor never stopped.
Squeeze your fists hard so as to dispel that vivid feeling that remains in your arms.
But still, that feeling never went away.
Nothing.
In other words, Ingrid has become so different because of his dreams.
It's like a little kid, but it's me who thinks so more than anyone else.
But how much I thought I would, and I'd jump up in the middle of the night, and I couldn't stop trembling like this, so I had no choice.
"... Again, you shouldn't have come back, should you? No, but..."
It's probably because I'm in my hometown village.
Today's dream was even more vivid than usual.
As usual, the sensation disappears and the tremor subsides, but the reason why it hasn't happened is because of it.
"Well, that's natural, too. There's no way I'm not going to come to a place that reminds me more strongly than anything."
The nightmare Ingrid sees every night was a dream to kill his parents.
I never get tired of it every time, and in my dreams the same sight is played out.
Burning scenery.
Sounding mockery.
Swing it down many, many times, your own arm that keeps poking.
It's a sight I've seen countless times, even as I meditate on my eyes.
Ingrid didn't originally try to take a break inside, which was also why.
Ingrid is not diligent.
It's just that I thought that sleeping at night would be so tiring that I didn't dream because I was afraid of dreaming.
I have recently come to rest because I have finally come to accept that it makes no sense.
How exhausted, where you slept like mud, you end up jumping up with that dream.
Then it is decided to get a good rest.
They say they still work too much, etc, simply because that's all immature.
If you can only move less efficiently than people, you have to move extra for that matter.
That's all there is to it.
"... Whatever, there's no point in saying anything more than you've come, Besides, I never had the option of not coming."
That's why this place is home.
Even if I didn't want to come if I could, there was no way I could leave you alone.
"... well, tomorrow... no, already today. There is still a lot to do today. Don't ever think about crap, just go back to sleep."
There's nothing I can do about killing my parents, dreaming about it, and how I've come to my hometown, which I've avoided so much, to say the earliest.
Still, I can't stop regretting it... if I fall asleep, I won't be able to do it either.
As Ingrid lay down on the spot, clenching his shivering fitted arm at last, he closed his lid.
Strangely enough, I don't dream about it when I go back to sleep.
That's why I was able to relieve myself of my physical strength.
What I recall is that when I came back to this village earlier, my eyes were directed at me.
While slightly depressed by the eye as expected (...), I give up as a matter of course.
I didn't think I had a choice because I deserved it, and yet Ingrid's consciousness fell into my dreams, breathing out only one sigh.
The next morning, Somas, who had eaten breakfast, decided to start acting quickly.
The first thing I decided to do was listen to those who were unable to listen yesterday.
I'm thinking we all probably answer that there's nothing, but there's a chance that it's not.
That's what I decided to do, because I should just ask him the whole thing.
However, since Ingrid also followed me this time, I didn't exactly ask about Ingrid.
Exactly right in front of him. Asking how Ingrid was in the village, etc. is only a shame play.
Besides, as for Ingrid, I think I got it.
There won't be any need to gather any more information first.
Anyway, that's how I went around asking...
"Well, no one knew what to expect."
"Hmm, but when it does, I don't know what's going on. All we have to do is find a place that looks suspicious in the tunnel..."
"As you can see, it's a despicable village. If there was such a place, I'd be looking first..."
"So, I guess. Hmm... so it's okay, so it looks like we should look for something like this, right?
"Like I said, I don't really trust that feeling..."
Though that makes me laugh bitterly, Ingrid began to think seriously about something.
After staring down at the ground for a long time, I looked around the scene and...
"... I'm sorry, but I can't think of anything."
"Really... I don't care if it's trivial..."
"Trivial, or... then, as far as I'm concerned, the attitude of everyone in the village towards me is the most bothering. I feel like everyone's too kind than I remember... well, it was two years ago, so maybe I just can't guess what I remember."
"Hmmm... I feel like my complexion looks bad somehow, but is that also because of that?
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, I had a little bad dreams. I'm just saying I'm sleepless, so I don't have to worry about it."
"Is that so..."
"Nevertheless... is it possible that this is the work of the devil...?
Well, from Ingrid, I guess it's natural to think so.
And the possibility can't be denied, so I can't say anything.
But if you act on that premise, you can cause unwanted embarrassment.
Now I wondered if there would be anything else, and I remembered that there was a fuss.
"Speaking of which, where was Ingrid yesterday?
"Hmm? Oh... well, hey to my parents"
"Home... If you ask me, this is Ingrid's hometown, so it's natural to have one."
"Though, I should say ex-parential, to be exact. All we have now is that wreckage."
"Wreckage, is it...?
"It's a corner, so why don't you go check it out? Well, look, it's not funny."
Said, face to face with Hildegard.
To be honest, there's no way I wouldn't be interested if they told me that.
"Well... can I ask you to do it?
"Well... I honestly care."
"Okay. But, well, like I said, it's not funny, is it? If you're disappointed, don't blame me, okay?
Following Ingrid, who jokingly said that, the Somas also walk out.
I'm on my way, apparently, out of the village.
But I wonder if there would have been a home like Ingrid's home over there... and I'm convinced we'll get there.
"Was that what wreckage meant?"
"Oh... well, there was a lot going on at the time"
"Hmm... after it burns out, something like that."
Yes, it was certainly the wreckage there, after it burned out.
There was little remnants when it was a house, only to make me think that the remaining burnt trees might have been slightly so.
Looking at such a sight, Ingrid opens his mouth.
"Actually, that dagger belonged to my father. It was a special order that Dwarf made it, and the pattern depicted characteristic text. That's why I realized... I'm losing you in this village.... I took the array my father had and killed my parents. But even if it is, it is definitely my father's image. But when I decided to go to the Holy City, I couldn't find it for some reason, and two years later it was in that empty space. So I thought it was suspicious here first, and I tried to come... well, as you can see"
"Hmm..."
Indeed, from what I have seen, it is enough to see that there is little left to burn and nothing here without having to look.
But...
"I may be offended to say this, but can I look into it just in case? It may be a little scattered at that time..."
"Hmm? Oh, I don't care, and I don't mind. I guess it's just that I'm not sure what to do with everyone in the village. But then I can go somewhere else, okay? Nothing comes to mind, but I'm still going to find out for myself."
"Of course I don't mind. I'll leave you to it."
"Hmm... then I'm trying to help Soma. It's going to take a lot of work to find out what happened here."
"Is that so... helpful"
So after somehow dropping off Ingrid, the Somas decided to do an exploration of the spot.
Nevertheless, when it comes to doing it, we'll get rid of the wreckage appropriately, and so on.
There is no clear purpose there...... but it was when I kept doing that silently for a while.
When I narrowed my eyes to what went into the edge of my vision, I focused around it.
And.
"Soma, didn't you notice this?
"No, that's just not true, is it? It's just that... if you're going to say it in an Ingrid way, I thought something was going on, something like that."
It's not a joke or anything, it's just a fact.
I really thought that somehow, somehow, there was something here.
Still, if I dare to give you any basis... for in a dream I once had, I saw a similar sight, and I felt something similar to 'here', something like that?
"You… what if"
Soma looks at the 'sole' under her eyes, shrugging her shoulders at Hildegardo, who looks like she noticed something.
What was there was like a door, big enough for each person to get in.
It was the entrance to the basement.
At that moment, Ingrid was jumping up.
But I immediately understood my situation because it was common.
No... because it's the usual, should I say?
Every day and night, Ingrid jumps up like this in the middle of the night.
Nevertheless, it doesn't just mean you'll still get used to it.
Ingrid looks down at his own arm as he prepares his rough breath.
I couldn't stop trembling yet. I laughed at myself watching it.
"Totally... even though I am a child, such as I have bad dreams and jump and tremble..."
But when I tried to squeal like that, the tremor never stopped.
Squeeze your fists hard so as to dispel that vivid feeling that remains in your arms.
But still, that feeling never went away.
Nothing.
In other words, Ingrid has become so different because of his dreams.
It's like a little kid, but it's me who thinks so more than anyone else.
But how much I thought I would, and I'd jump up in the middle of the night, and I couldn't stop trembling like this, so I had no choice.
"... Again, you shouldn't have come back, should you? No, but..."
It's probably because I'm in my hometown village.
Today's dream was even more vivid than usual.
As usual, the sensation disappears and the tremor subsides, but the reason why it hasn't happened is because of it.
"Well, that's natural, too. There's no way I'm not going to come to a place that reminds me more strongly than anything."
The nightmare Ingrid sees every night was a dream to kill his parents.
I never get tired of it every time, and in my dreams the same sight is played out.
Burning scenery.
Sounding mockery.
Swing it down many, many times, your own arm that keeps poking.
It's a sight I've seen countless times, even as I meditate on my eyes.
Ingrid didn't originally try to take a break inside, which was also why.
Ingrid is not diligent.
It's just that I thought that sleeping at night would be so tiring that I didn't dream because I was afraid of dreaming.
I have recently come to rest because I have finally come to accept that it makes no sense.
How exhausted, where you slept like mud, you end up jumping up with that dream.
Then it is decided to get a good rest.
They say they still work too much, etc, simply because that's all immature.
If you can only move less efficiently than people, you have to move extra for that matter.
That's all there is to it.
"... Whatever, there's no point in saying anything more than you've come, Besides, I never had the option of not coming."
That's why this place is home.
Even if I didn't want to come if I could, there was no way I could leave you alone.
"... well, tomorrow... no, already today. There is still a lot to do today. Don't ever think about crap, just go back to sleep."
There's nothing I can do about killing my parents, dreaming about it, and how I've come to my hometown, which I've avoided so much, to say the earliest.
Still, I can't stop regretting it... if I fall asleep, I won't be able to do it either.
As Ingrid lay down on the spot, clenching his shivering fitted arm at last, he closed his lid.
Strangely enough, I don't dream about it when I go back to sleep.
That's why I was able to relieve myself of my physical strength.
What I recall is that when I came back to this village earlier, my eyes were directed at me.
While slightly depressed by the eye as expected (...), I give up as a matter of course.
I didn't think I had a choice because I deserved it, and yet Ingrid's consciousness fell into my dreams, breathing out only one sigh.
The next morning, Somas, who had eaten breakfast, decided to start acting quickly.
The first thing I decided to do was listen to those who were unable to listen yesterday.
I'm thinking we all probably answer that there's nothing, but there's a chance that it's not.
That's what I decided to do, because I should just ask him the whole thing.
However, since Ingrid also followed me this time, I didn't exactly ask about Ingrid.
Exactly right in front of him. Asking how Ingrid was in the village, etc. is only a shame play.
Besides, as for Ingrid, I think I got it.
There won't be any need to gather any more information first.
Anyway, that's how I went around asking...
"Well, no one knew what to expect."
"Hmm, but when it does, I don't know what's going on. All we have to do is find a place that looks suspicious in the tunnel..."
"As you can see, it's a despicable village. If there was such a place, I'd be looking first..."
"So, I guess. Hmm... so it's okay, so it looks like we should look for something like this, right?
"Like I said, I don't really trust that feeling..."
Though that makes me laugh bitterly, Ingrid began to think seriously about something.
After staring down at the ground for a long time, I looked around the scene and...
"... I'm sorry, but I can't think of anything."
"Really... I don't care if it's trivial..."
"Trivial, or... then, as far as I'm concerned, the attitude of everyone in the village towards me is the most bothering. I feel like everyone's too kind than I remember... well, it was two years ago, so maybe I just can't guess what I remember."
"Hmmm... I feel like my complexion looks bad somehow, but is that also because of that?
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, I had a little bad dreams. I'm just saying I'm sleepless, so I don't have to worry about it."
"Is that so..."
"Nevertheless... is it possible that this is the work of the devil...?
Well, from Ingrid, I guess it's natural to think so.
And the possibility can't be denied, so I can't say anything.
But if you act on that premise, you can cause unwanted embarrassment.
Now I wondered if there would be anything else, and I remembered that there was a fuss.
"Speaking of which, where was Ingrid yesterday?
"Hmm? Oh... well, hey to my parents"
"Home... If you ask me, this is Ingrid's hometown, so it's natural to have one."
"Though, I should say ex-parential, to be exact. All we have now is that wreckage."
"Wreckage, is it...?
"It's a corner, so why don't you go check it out? Well, look, it's not funny."
Said, face to face with Hildegard.
To be honest, there's no way I wouldn't be interested if they told me that.
"Well... can I ask you to do it?
"Well... I honestly care."
"Okay. But, well, like I said, it's not funny, is it? If you're disappointed, don't blame me, okay?
Following Ingrid, who jokingly said that, the Somas also walk out.
I'm on my way, apparently, out of the village.
But I wonder if there would have been a home like Ingrid's home over there... and I'm convinced we'll get there.
"Was that what wreckage meant?"
"Oh... well, there was a lot going on at the time"
"Hmm... after it burns out, something like that."
Yes, it was certainly the wreckage there, after it burned out.
There was little remnants when it was a house, only to make me think that the remaining burnt trees might have been slightly so.
Looking at such a sight, Ingrid opens his mouth.
"Actually, that dagger belonged to my father. It was a special order that Dwarf made it, and the pattern depicted characteristic text. That's why I realized... I'm losing you in this village.... I took the array my father had and killed my parents. But even if it is, it is definitely my father's image. But when I decided to go to the Holy City, I couldn't find it for some reason, and two years later it was in that empty space. So I thought it was suspicious here first, and I tried to come... well, as you can see"
"Hmm..."
Indeed, from what I have seen, it is enough to see that there is little left to burn and nothing here without having to look.
But...
"I may be offended to say this, but can I look into it just in case? It may be a little scattered at that time..."
"Hmm? Oh, I don't care, and I don't mind. I guess it's just that I'm not sure what to do with everyone in the village. But then I can go somewhere else, okay? Nothing comes to mind, but I'm still going to find out for myself."
"Of course I don't mind. I'll leave you to it."
"Hmm... then I'm trying to help Soma. It's going to take a lot of work to find out what happened here."
"Is that so... helpful"
So after somehow dropping off Ingrid, the Somas decided to do an exploration of the spot.
Nevertheless, when it comes to doing it, we'll get rid of the wreckage appropriately, and so on.
There is no clear purpose there...... but it was when I kept doing that silently for a while.
When I narrowed my eyes to what went into the edge of my vision, I focused around it.
And.
"Soma, didn't you notice this?
"No, that's just not true, is it? It's just that... if you're going to say it in an Ingrid way, I thought something was going on, something like that."
It's not a joke or anything, it's just a fact.
I really thought that somehow, somehow, there was something here.
Still, if I dare to give you any basis... for in a dream I once had, I saw a similar sight, and I felt something similar to 'here', something like that?
"You… what if"
Soma looks at the 'sole' under her eyes, shrugging her shoulders at Hildegardo, who looks like she noticed something.
What was there was like a door, big enough for each person to get in.
It was the entrance to the basement.
