Those were some moving words just now .... Why do the people of this world like this kind of talk before battle. Although somehow I become anxious. It’s not a death flag. No, it can be seen. It’s the opposite. Since I've retained the knowledge of my past life, to speak like that before a decisive battle would be considered a death flag. However this is different. You have to gather each and every reason that gives you a reason to survive, and when push come to shove those reasons can decide life or death. "Nn." Then, Ghyslaine twitches her nose and ears. As I tighten the grip on my staff, becoming alert, Ghyslaine waves me down. "No, it's all right." A person walked through the door of the inn, it was Tris. Holding a bag in each hand, she closes the door with her foot. As she walks steadily towards us, she holds out one of the bags.
"Good work. Here, have some rations." "Thank you very much." "Be grateful to Tris-nee-san as you accept this." Inside the bag are pear-like fruits. She took one, and tossed it to Ghyslaine, who began to eat it without peeling off the skin. "Well, good luck." While waving her hands, Tris went up to the second floor of the inn. I think in the past ten days, she has fit in quite well. Personality-wise she’s similar to the two attendants. A fellow Ariel believer. A little cheeky, but not a bad person. Though her dress is quite revealing, I’m troubled about where to look. In terms of how revealing it is, Ghyslaine’s clothes are comparable, but in Ghyslaine's case it's the style of a warrior. Muscle is an art. "Tris’ mood is good today." "That's true, I wonder if something happened.