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| == The Capital of Water == | | == The Capital of Water == |
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| “What?”
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| I—I slept in this kind of place？
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| No, that can't be possible. I'm inside Romania's large church with Louise.
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| Something is odd with her alluring presence.
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| Then, in the room, she drank wine. The wine is mixed with some kind of medicine.
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| Does this mean that Lousie carried me here?
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| Where is this place anyways?
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| Saito shook his head as he sleepily eyed his surroundings in confusion. He was sleeping on a hill that was a bit taller than usual, leaning against an old man's tree's roots. Intense sunlight lit the same hill, making it a desert-like oasis. With a piece of shade around, only bits of sunlight leaked towards him, inevitably forcing Saito to squint.
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| The grass field is distant; mountains and forests can be seen.
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| Still, Saito lifted his legs and sat down, stretching his neck.
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| Is this one of Romania's grass fields?
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| Truly nerve-wracking. Saito shook his head at his situation. His body seemed fine, in its usual sweater and jeans, prior to the wearing a cloak.
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| He had been dressed like this during his times with Louise. Simply, finding himself moved into a church after losing conscious shouldn't be an issue.
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| Still, why would I be sleeping on a grass field……
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| “Each time I lose conscious, I wind up in some incredibly ridiculous place,” he randomly thought.
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| A figure emerged from the distance.
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| Who is it.
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| Out of habit, Saito reached towards his back, but Derflinger wasn't there. He had left it in the room. Aside from feeling a bit uncomfortable, there shouldn't be much of a problem; the approaching person's footsteps were leisure and slow，indicating no hostility.
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| Slowly, the silhouette grew visible, much like the one previously seen....wearing a grass colored dress. Hidden by a hat, the person's face was not visible, but based on the figure, the person must be female.
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| The woman approached him after he had awoken, and said.
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| “Oh，you're awake.“
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| Then, she lightly pushed her hat aside. Saito suddenly felt his whole body stiffen. Before him was a woman so beautiful that people would fear the sight of her.
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| She was around twenty years old.
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| Her charms were mature with a joyous atmosphere, coupled with a friendly smile. She threw a leather belt at Saito.
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| “I brought you water.”
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| He drank the water in large gulps. "Huah,” he breathed a large gulp of air before truly studying the woman.
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| “My name is Sasha。You？I thought you were a traveler based on how you were sleeping here，but I don't see any luggage……”
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| “My name is Saito。Hiraga Saito。I'm not here on a trip. I just found myself here after regaining conscious....”
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| “Right,” said Sasha before studying Saito. She easily removed her hat, revealing something that would have frightened just about anyone. Her ears were those of an elf's.
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| “Whoa！E-Elf！”
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| “Oh, you know me?”
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| “Y-yes....”
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| “Ah, that's rare.”
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| The woman now eyed Saito with interest.
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| Rare？Something was wrong with that phrase; everyone knows about elves in Tristain。
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| “Thank you for the water. I'm very grateful. By the way，what do you mean by people who know about elves being 'rare?'”
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| “I also don't know, the barbarians I've met have never seen my kind. Really, what countryside is this.”
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| Hearing Sasha refer to humans as barbarians had upset Saito a bit.
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