Chapter 305: - the protection of Caherone
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"I'm sorry. I can't talk any more in that place. I'm sure you're wondering why, Rust.
If you could tell us...
Of course. Now, where shall we start?
"You can start with what you are comfortable talking about, Kahelonay."
"Thank you very much. You're very kind, Rust.
No, that's not what I meant.
We were back in my room in Kahelonay. Unfortunately, we did not encounter the giant praying mantis again on our way home. We had hoped a little that we might be able to get some additional materials for the monster, but it was not to be.
I sit down in the round chair and once again quench my thirst with the tea that Kahlonay has brewed for me.
As usual, the tea is mild, mildly astringent, and easy to drink. It must not have been long since I drank it before heading to the underground tombs, but it tastes very good.
Apparently, I was more nervous than I thought.
"So, shall we start with the story of the blessings of the goddess Aleithra?"
"Yes. Of course."
Kahelonay nodded at my reply. Then the room was filled with magical elements. It was the familiar magical element of kahelone. It feels familiar against my skin, like the tea I am sipping now.
When the magical element has spread throughout the room, Kahelone slowly stands up, puts down the tea cup on the desk, and slowly approaches her bed.
Kahelonee leans forward on one knee on her bunk. It seems that she wants to get a book from the built-in shelf on the other side of the bunk. Her defenseless posture shows that this is how she usually picks up books.
"Okay... ah..."
"Ah!"
You lost your balance. Kaheronay's knee on the bunk slips and she falls straight onto the bunk.
Like before, she's surprisingly mischievous. I look away from her, thinking that she is okay since she just fell face first on the bunk. Then I hide my face by pretending to drink tea.
I hear the sound of her clothes flapping against my face.
When I finish my tea slowly, he smiles and asks me to continue the story.
What do you mean by blessings?
Or, blessings, as the Epistle of St. Albert says here: ......."
With a red face, he opened the book he had just opened and showed it to us.
─ ─ Hey, I guess I'm a little early to start talking about this. I mean, did she get the book right? In that state.
I look at the book indicated to me.
I look through it lightly. It seems to be the diary of a man named Actor Albert, who was considered a saint in the religion of the goddess Aleithra.
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"I'm sorry. I can't talk any more in that place. I'm sure you're wondering why, Rust.
If you could tell us...
Of course. Now, where shall we start?
"You can start with what you are comfortable talking about, Kahelonay."
"Thank you very much. You're very kind, Rust.
No, that's not what I meant.
We were back in my room in Kahelonay. Unfortunately, we did not encounter the giant praying mantis again on our way home. We had hoped a little that we might be able to get some additional materials for the monster, but it was not to be.
I sit down in the round chair and once again quench my thirst with the tea that Kahlonay has brewed for me.
As usual, the tea is mild, mildly astringent, and easy to drink. It must not have been long since I drank it before heading to the underground tombs, but it tastes very good.
Apparently, I was more nervous than I thought.
"So, shall we start with the story of the blessings of the goddess Aleithra?"
"Yes. Of course."
Kahelonay nodded at my reply. Then the room was filled with magical elements. It was the familiar magical element of kahelone. It feels familiar against my skin, like the tea I am sipping now.
When the magical element has spread throughout the room, Kahelone slowly stands up, puts down the tea cup on the desk, and slowly approaches her bed.
Kahelonee leans forward on one knee on her bunk. It seems that she wants to get a book from the built-in shelf on the other side of the bunk. Her defenseless posture shows that this is how she usually picks up books.
"Okay... ah..."
"Ah!"
You lost your balance. Kaheronay's knee on the bunk slips and she falls straight onto the bunk.
Like before, she's surprisingly mischievous. I look away from her, thinking that she is okay since she just fell face first on the bunk. Then I hide my face by pretending to drink tea.
I hear the sound of her clothes flapping against my face.
When I finish my tea slowly, he smiles and asks me to continue the story.
What do you mean by blessings?
Or, blessings, as the Epistle of St. Albert says here: ......."
With a red face, he opened the book he had just opened and showed it to us.
─ ─ Hey, I guess I'm a little early to start talking about this. I mean, did she get the book right? In that state.
I look at the book indicated to me.
I look through it lightly. It seems to be the diary of a man named Actor Albert, who was considered a saint in the religion of the goddess Aleithra.
"I'm sorry. I can't talk any more in that place. I'm sure you're wondering why, Rust.If you could tell us...Of course. Now, where shall we start?"You can start with what you are comfortable talking about, Kahelonay.""Thank you very much. You're very kind, Rust.No, that's not what I meant.We were back in my room in Kahelonay. Unfortunately, we did not encounter the giant praying mantis again on our way home. We had hoped a little that we might be able to get some additional materials for the monster, but it was not to be.I sit down in the round chair and once again quench my thirst with the tea that Kahlonay has brewed for me.As usual, the tea is mild, mildly astringent, and easy to drink. It must not have been long since I drank it before heading to the underground tombs, but it tastes very good.Apparently, I was more nervous than I thought."So, shall we start with the story of the blessings of the goddess Aleithra?""Yes. Of course."Kahelonay nodded at my reply. Then the room was filled with magical elements. It was the familiar magical element of kahelone. It feels familiar against my skin, like the tea I am sipping now.When the magical element has spread throughout the room, Kahelone slowly stands up, puts down the tea cup on the desk, and slowly approaches her bed.Kahelonee leans forward on one knee on her bunk. It seems that she wants to get a book from the built-in shelf on the other side of the bunk. Her defenseless posture shows that this is how she usually picks up books."Okay... ah...""Ah!"You lost your balance. Kaheronay's knee on the bunk slips and she falls straight onto the bunk.Like before, she's surprisingly mischievous. I look away from her, thinking that she is okay since she just fell face first on the bunk. Then I hide my face by pretending to drink tea.I hear the sound of her clothes flapping against my face.When I finish my tea slowly, he smiles and asks me to continue the story.What do you mean by blessings?Or, blessings, as the Epistle of St. Albert says here: ......."With a red face, he opened the book he had just opened and showed it to us. Hey, I guess I'm a little early to start talking about this. I mean, did she get the book right? In that state.I look at the book indicated to me.I look through it lightly. It seems to be the diary of a man named Actor Albert, who was considered a saint in the religion of the goddess Aleithra.
