walk with Imelda along a narrow path in the light

"It's beautiful, isn't it?

　a muttering imelda
　In a world of contrasting light and darkness, the well-imaged face takes on an even more artistic look. I feel a little uncomfortable when I see a mysterious profile. I guess it's because there's a big gap with the usual selfishness.

"Waxi, I wanted to walk down this road like this."

　They turn to me and give me a soft smile.
　If you had done so regularly, you could call yourself an impeccable beautiful woman without hesitantly.

"What's wrong with you? You look funny".
"This face is natural,"

　I was a little embarrassed by Imelda looking into my face.
　That's probably the case, isn't it? She's such a beautiful woman that all the men of one ward are obsessed with. That's pretty destructive. It's a nice night road like this, and we're alone... and if you think he's counting on me... I'm a little conscious. It's just a little.

"What a strange fellow,"

　Imelda giggles and laughs at my reaction.

"I see your face relatively well?"

　tilt one's head and look up sideways
　I feel like I'm being admonished by my older sister.
He seems to want to say, "You must have confidence in yourself, because this viper says so." ... well, I don't want you to do that because I don't know how to react.

"What!"

　Suddenly Imelda screamed and jumped at me.
　Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No, I'm a bit upset. No, I'm having a hard time.
　What? Why did you do that all of a sudden?
　What's your intention!? Here!?

"...much, bug!"
"... a worm?"
"It's a bug! It's buzzing in my ear!"

　……………………………………
　Well, there will be as many insects as there will be.
　Are you a city boy?

"I think it's more dangerous to hug a man than a bug here?"
"He?"

　Imelda seems to have become aware of her rash behavior by being kind enough to tell her about the current situation.
　The heating wire gradually turns red as if it were heating up.

"Here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here,
"Who's the shield, you know,"

　There must be a mixture of embarrassing feelings of wanting to jump back and fear of insects... Imelda is making some interesting moves.

"Well, there's no need to be embarrassed, for we're alone." Mr. Jiro, protect your vaxx."
"No, no, no, no..."

　I'm not this soldier, and I'd like you to refrain from embarrassing and rash behavior because you're alone.

　Imelda slowly pulled herself away from me, perhaps because of her brusque mouth.
　But only his hands are firmly tied together. Hey, girl. I should be a little more ashamed of myself."

"Well... just your hands... ...very well?"

　......what's that? Are you really scared?
　I can't help it.

"Hey, I'll take care of you, young lady."
"All right. It's a good idea."

　Contrary to your pompous words, Imelda grabs my hand with restraint. The feel of the hand somehow made me feel like I was in charge of taking care of a little girl.

"Look at it. This beautiful path of light..."

　a lit‐up road lined with accumulated bricks that emitters
　The long road seemed to float on a dark night, and it was a fantastic sight that made me wonder if I could walk in the Milky Way.

"It's strange...."

　It is common for a girl who is usually selfish to see such a beautiful sight and be confused by the new emotions that have sprung up in her.
　I'm sure this guy...

"How does it shine?"
"I told you!"

　I was surprised
　In order to make the Woodman Guild's chapter the place it is now, I have repeatedly presented to him, to this woman in front of me, and to Imelda herself.
　Naturally, he gave a thorough explanation of this path of light, and of the bricks of light at its heart.

　Didn't he understand all of them at all!?

"Well, as long as it's beautiful, it doesn't matter what the principles are,"

　Really... is he really...?

"I understand very well that you didn't listen to me,"
"Oh. You're listening, aren't you? Rare cheesecake from the new cake is delicious, or you're making Mr. Becko something interesting again?"
"...you didn't tell me about it, did you? How did you know?"

　A trade secret that has not yet been disclosed anywhere before implementation...

"Who do you think a viper is? It's a viper, isn't it?"

　There are not many sentences in the world that are so little information.

"I heard from Mr. Becko,"
"All right. He needs a severe punishment, doesn't he? Thank you for your information."

　Next time, I'll let you do the work that you've been reluctant to do, saying, "Oh, this is too high a skill to ask for." The leakage of trade secrets should be severely punished."You could see the new house of the viper,"

　the Forty‐second Legion of the Woodman's Guild rising in the darkness of the night a luxurious building in the middle of it
　This is Imelda's new home.
　There is Imelda and a room for families to come, guest rooms and some very close waiters. Others seem to live in a remote dormitory.
　But Imelda's family -- that is, Stuart Javier, the guild's chief -- will rarely come here, nor will he have many visitors.
　In other words, it's basically a mansion for Imelda to live alone.
　What a luxurious life to live alone! A room would do.

　That's what happened this time.

"It's a nice mansion, isn't it?"
"You did a great job, Umaro."
"Waxi also participated in the design?"
"You said you had a hard time getting in from the side."
"It's worth it, and it's a beautiful building!"

　It must have been a lot of pressure on her to interfere with beauty.
　Woman, I'll make you a big helping of rice next time. It's only a little trouble.

"But that's it,"
"Huh?"

　Glittering bricks are set up in key locations to illuminate the beautiful building.
　Imelda mutters as she looks up at the mansion that creates an atmosphere of the world's of the world.

"When I see them lit up like this, it's kind of like..."

　It's kind of...

"...that's scary."

　That's just what I was thinking.
　The light from below casts an ominous shadow.
　Is it easy to understand the eeriness of flashing a flashlight under your face?
　Anyway, it's kind of like "Dowon..."
　Besides, there was no sign of anyone at all, so it looked like a ruin.

　Seriously, I'm scared...

"Well, don't I go home,"
"No!? I'll never go home to-day!"
`Don't the young maiden say such a line!'
"I will never go home to-day, unethical or unethical!"

　I tried to shake my arm with all my might, but the enemy must be sure that my life will end if I abandon him here, and he clings to my arm with more force than I can.
　Where is that power in these thin arms... ...so soft.
　Imelda hugs my arm tightly in her arms. Naturally, a huge bulge pressed against my arm... I decided to surrender unconditionally.





　That's why the expedition set foot in the abandoned house... oh, no, I'm not an expedition, but I feel something like that.

"Is the floor good enough not to creak?"
"I can't creak," It's a new house?"

　But it's going to stick very closely to me, isn't it?
　Scary is scary, right?

"Anyway, let's go to the bedroom at once,"
"Well, shameful!"
"Shame on you!"
"It's my first time visiting a house for women and girls, and I'm going straight to the bedroom without stopping by the living room... I can't put it above the wind of a gentleman!"
"What do you want in the living-room of this pitch-dark house? Sleep fast and finish the day!"

　As long as he sleeps, I can sleep.
　When you wake up, it's sleep, it's morning. The world is enveloped in light.
　Oh, I can't wait for the sun. I miss the morning sun and the sun.

"But... at least take a bath..."
"In this darkness... put up with it today."
"Oh!? It's your first time to have a viper!"
"... "To put a man in the bedroom," right? Nothing more will happen, so they really want me to sleep quietly today..."

　I'm afraid of the dark.
　If you don't go to bed early, what if you want to go to the bathroom? There's no Magda today.
　Ah... I'm worried without a beast.
　Man's hand? What's the value of such a hairy hand?
　What we need is a beast's hand. I'd like to help a cat, desperately.

　Go down the hall and into the back of the house.
　go up the wide stairs and the innermost of the second floor a room facing south with the best view That's Imelda's bedroom.
　There seems to be a dressing room and an office by the bedroom, and the area around here seems to be an Imelda exclusive space.

"I'll light up,"

　Imelda starts looking for packages that seem to have been brought in beforehand. though…

"...nothing,"

　Oh...

　It's only natural if you think about it carefully. There's no way Imelda would bring any necessities to the estate. That's what the head waiter brings in.

"Well, I'm just going to bed today. If you have a futon, that's enough."

　Fortunately, the bedroom bed appears to be ready for use.
　...however, I don't know if there's any other bed to use.
　Well, I can sleep on the floor.

"Oh, that's good,"I've brought my dressing-gown."

　Imelda pulls a cute, fluffy Negrije out of her luggage.
　You're sleeping in that sort of thing, aren't you?

"Well, I'll change, so please leave the room for a while."
"What!"
"No, I'm like, "What!" ... vaxe, change clothes!?"

　What does that mean?Am I waiting in such a dark and strangely long corridor until you finish changing?"
　Do you know how scary it is to go in the long corridor where you can't see the end!?
　What if you hear a dragging sound of footsteps? . . . . . . . . .

　Slurp.........peta......peta......peta......peta......
　Slurp.........peta......peta......peta......peta......
　Slurp…………………………………………………………………………………………
　…………………………………………………………………………………………
　Petapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetapetap

`Oh, my God!'
"Why, all of a sudden!"

　I'm scared just by imagining it!
　I can't do it! I can't do it's impossible!

"Don't change anymore and just go to sleep!"
"I don't want to! I can't sleep without this nightgown!"
"I can sleep if I go to bed and close my eyes!"
"I can't!"
`I can't do it this way!'
"What!? All you have to do is wait a little in the corridor."
"That's impossible!"

　I tell you the scary imagination that came to mind earlier.

"Oh, my God!"
"What!? That's right!"

　Imelda has a blue face and tears in her eyes.

"And then, but......waxi, I still have to change..."

　d*mn it! You obstinate guy!

"Okay... I can't help but say so. Let's go out into the hallway...
"Really? Doesn't it matter?"
"But... I'll be back as soon as I'm afraid."
"Wait a minute!"

　Imelda clings to my waist as I leave the room.

"Somehow or other, I feel like I'm going straight out as soon as I leave the room!"

　Of course! Because I'm already scared!

"Well... I see,"

　Hmm... did you understand?

"But... please look over there while you change."
"……………………?"

　I hear a rustling sound.

"What?! Wait! Are you going to change your clothes in front of me?"
"Oh, not in front of you! Behind you! You mustn't turn this way! If you do, you'll be held accountable!"

　Really!?
　Really?

　With my face facing the door, I was forced into a situation where I couldn't move at all the time.
　I wish they'd at least wait until they got a little more comfortable.
　It's gone by so suddenly that my mind is getting ready... ...and my heart is going wild at its maximum power.

　Only a loud heartbeat and a slight rustle of clothing shake the eardrum.

　What is this situation?
　I'm so embarrassed...

"Well, now... all right,"

　I nervously turned around slowly and found Imelda changing into her nightclothes.
　--he's really changed... ...if I wasn't a gentleman of steel self-control, you'd be in for a hell of a time."
　I'm glad it's me! Thank you! ...and make up for the worn-out heart's HP.

"Ah... well... don't look too hard,"
"Oh, no... I'm sorry."

　turn one's head away
　d*mn... I can't believe Imelda looks like a bully. I wonder if today's work was that hard... You look tired. Yup.

"To-day... I shall rest now,"
"Oh! Go to sleep! Go to sleep!"
"No hospitality whatsoever..."
"Go to bed now!"

　If things go on like this any longer, my heart won't last.

　As I turned away from my nightclothes as much as possible, I heard Imelda dive into bed.
　... oh, it's finally over. for this long day

"Mr. Jiro..."
"Oh, good night."
"No, it's not... ...the hand..."
"Huh?"

　When I turned around, I saw Imelda looking at me with only her nose peeping up from the futon.
　A thin white right hand pops out of the futon.

"Can you hold my hand... please.

　......what?

"Hey, it's Mr. Yashiro's fault!? ...what you said earlier was...too scared..."

　Ah... the sound of dragging footsteps...

"I don't care until I go to bed."

　That... It's pretty hard.
　Well, there's nothing we can do about this. In the first place, he called me here because he was afraid of the night... so I can't help it. I had no choice but to take Imelda's hand.It's not like I'm more scared and missing human skin, or I'm more scared when I start thinking about what to do after I go to bed.
　It can't be helped.
　...... seriously, what should I do? after this guy goes to bed

"Well... Mr. Jiro,"

　Imelda clenches her hand together.
　I sit on the bed and look down at Imelda.

"Yasilo, why are you scared of ghosts?"
"Why..."

　Is there a reason?
　Isn't it scary for everyone?
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　give a second thought
　Since when have I been afraid of ghosts? . . . . . Oh, I see.

"Mrs. landlady... my mother told me when I was still a kid." "If you don't be a good boy, you'll be taken by a scary fool from the window."
"Huh!? I'm scared of windows!? I'm scared of windows!"

　No, calm down.
　Even when I was a kid, I didn't get upset that much.
　But I was scared of those words, like the gap between the curtains...Did I hate it to death?

"Well, what kind of kid do you mean? Is a viper classified as a good kid or not?"

　Well, from an objective point of view, it's not a '
　I'm forcing them to move, and that's why they get people involved and bother me a lot...

"I'll be a good boy! I'll be a good boy! ... so I hope you don't take him with you... ...please."

　But there's nothing to scare you so much.
　What the landlady said to me when I was too scared to sleep. I'll teach him that, too.

"Well, Imelda," You don't have to be so scared."
"...Why, why?"

　A tearful, girlish look comes up at me.
　If I were this mature, I would be so cute...

"Because there's someone who'll be watching you."
`--?!?'

　For a moment, the hand that I put together is filled with strength.
　Then it gets warmer and warmer.
　...what? What's this reaction?

"Oh......that's about.........Yasilo-san......?"
"Buck!? No, not!"

　Why should I keep an eye on you?
　Well, if you talk about that in this situation, you're already a proposal! No!

"It's my deceased relatives and ancestors!"
"He's dead . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." It's hard to keep an eye on the vampire..."

　I was momentarily disturbed by the words that had been leaked.
　I see. After all, her mother...
　I glanced gently away and looked out the window. It was a starry night.

"Come to think of it, my mother used to tell me about it. "If you do something bad, you will be liked and followed by those who are not in this world."
"That's... scary,"

　Well, is there no big difference in the language used to discipline children in any world?

"But if your mother will look after you... ...it's reassuring... ...you know..."

　Imelda's words tend to be interrupted, perhaps because sleepiness is beginning to break.
　I'm going to lose all my strength . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rather, my hand begins to squeeze... Itetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetetet

"...what if."
"What?"

　When I looked at Imelda's face with pain in her hand... she looked pale.

"If... your mother had seen the vaxx today... ...and judged you to be a bad boy... ...what would happen to the vaxx?"

　They seem to be aware that they are in trouble when their mother sees them.

"Oh, your mother is coming to take away the viper!"
"Calm down! You're a parent and a child, aren't you?"

　There's no way there is there? ......is that so?
　a good‐natured uncle and his wife the stable master and the landlady
　They wanted me to be "a decent person" and "get normal happiness."
　However, I... have lived a life of trampling on all their feelings.

　If my stable master and landlady were watching me... and if I was angry...?

"Yasilo... I'm disappointed with you..."
'I can't believe I'm going to grow up to be such a bad boy... I wonder if I've brought him up wrong...'
"Yasilo..."
"Yasilo..."
"Let's live together again, this time..."

　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　Yes.........


　Like looking out of the window at me with a jeez......


"Wow!"
"Oh, my God!? What!?"

　Oh, no, no, no!
　I've been acting like I've had a grudge for over twenty years!
　I only live a ridiculous life!
　You've never been able to keep an eye on this!

　when the windows rattled.

"Oh, my God!"
"Oh, my God!"I'm watching!
　I'm peeping!
　Stable master!?
　Is it the landlady?
　Or... more frightening... another 'nanika'!?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"No, don't do that! If you say that, you'll get scared of vaxxes!"
"Look out the window for a momentarily.
"I can't!"
"There may be something!"
`That's why you're saying it's impossible!'

　Then the windows rattle.

``Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!'

　It's over... I'm scared... I'm too scared... I hate night... I hate darkness... I'm quick, I'm warm, I'm gentle... I desperately wanted to go back into that sunset.

　--cluttering!

"Chichyhelpusher ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
"Above all, I'm afraid of Mr. Jiro's screams!"

　a cry of joy
　The screams never went out of the dark bedroom.






　I wonder how long I've been sharpening my mind."
　From afar, I heard the sound of hope.

　Kalanca! Kalanca Kalanka!

　It's a wake‐up bell.
　It's a sign that the sun will rise in a few hours.

　The night is over...
　It's time for people to wake up.

　After all, I couldn't sleep a wink, but I don't care!
　I don't care, I don't care!

　The sun rises.
　meet everyone
　The fact is unbearable to me.

"...is it time to wake up?"
"Ah... our battle is over now..."
"The morning... is coming, isn't it?"
"Ah......... long......... long."
"But... you've endured it, vampires..."
"Yes! We won!"
"Mr. Jiro!"
"Imelda!"

　a warm embrace
　bear witness to the friendship of the warriors
　It's a beautiful hug!

"Now, open the window and see the world! There's nothing to be afraid of!"
"Well! Let's open that window now, which we have never touched before.

　Imelda and I run to the window together.
　It's still dark outside, but it doesn't matter.
　The world is already in the morning.
　The sun is ready.
　The dark time is over!

　The two of us put our hands on the window and let it go.
　Cool air caresses the cheeks and makes the tired body feel refreshed.
　I'm awake. I feel my brain cells becoming active.

　a large window overlooking a large garden
　The rest is a balcony, where you'll see everything in the branch.

　Leaping barefoot onto the balcony, Imelda and I rest on the rail.
　Is this what it means to be awakened?
　a sharpened nerve I feel like I can do anything now.

　And the sharpened nerves made me... ...clearly aware of the dark.

　Oh, there's something!?
　In the garden of the house... there was a shadow of a man."
　An eye accustomed to darkness captures its outline.
　A figure... ...looking through the window into the first floor of the building.

　A scary fool comes out of the window and takes me away!

``Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!'
"Oh my gosh!"

　I and Imelda screamed together on the balcony.
　Surprised by the voice, the figure screams.
　The scream was somewhat familiar to me. . . . .

"Ah, uh... Mr. Jiro?"

　In front of the house, a figure looking up at the balcony from a large garden... it was Jeanette.

　………………………………………………………………….....

　I've lost my strength from my waist, and I've fallen into it. I can't move an inch. . . . . .

"Oh, hey!? Are you both okay!? Huh? Oh, shall we go and help you?"

　I had no energy to respond to Jeanette's voice from below... no more.






　I sat at the table at the Yodamari-tei and was drinking warm soup.
　There's no one in the store.
　It's about four-thirty... it's time to wake up Magda and go to church to donate.

"Good job".

　Jeanette, who sits in front of me, says with a wry smile.

"Oh... I'm really tired."

　Then Jeanette came up to our bedroom and we were rescued.
　I had just been asked to come, but it was just what I deserved to be called a rescue.
　Anyway, as soon as I saw Jeanette, my heart was filled with unspeakable security.
　It was at that very moment that my fear disappeared.

　Then he came back to the Yangtari-tei with a stiff imelda on his back.
　I could have put Imelda to bed, but she didn't like it.
"If you wake up alone, you'll cry, won't you?" ... Oh, yeah.And Imelda is sleeping in my room now.
　...that's what happens after all.
　The moment I went to bed, I fell into a deep sleep, even though Walla said something. A heavy metal band next door won't wake you up any longer.
　What's wrong with my efforts this night...

"But why were you there at such an hour?"
`What!'

　a strangely loud Jeanette
　I usually have a guilty conscience when I raise my voice like this.

　Jeanette looked here and there, twitching her fingers, and seemed to be thinking of an excuse, but she probably couldn't think of anything at all... and began to speak with a bright red face.

"Last night I fell asleep in drowsiness... I couldn't afford to think about any of the rest of Jiro's... ...and as soon as I woke up, I realized that I was in great trouble... ...so, um... ...I'm an Alvistan, so I'm fine... ...that I'm not following the commandments of the Church of the Spirit... ...so men... ...I'm sorry, but I don't like it... ...but I don't like it! ...I don't like it."

　In short... I burned a yakimochi when I and Imelda spent the night together... or, I don't know if it was a yakimochi or not, at least it made me uneasy... that's what I mean.

"Ah... um... ...you've come out too much..."
"No......."

　That's all right.
　It's just... well, well, what is it?

"I don't care, sir...?"
"...yes,"

　I can't tell you what I'm thinking -- even if I'm not talking.