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Side Story 47

Rumble!

The carriage shook greatly once, perhaps because it stepped on a stone embedded in the road.

“Ugh!”

“Kyah!”

The inside of the carriage, full of four people and luggage, became noisy for a moment.

“Ah, hey! Go easy on the carriage!”

A man who got soaked while trying to drink water complained loudly to the coachman.

Avane Rophili, who had fallen asleep leaning against the wall of the carriage and woke up from a rattle of the carriage, fixed her glasses and asked the other side.

“Shan, are you okay?”

“…Yes?”

Shan, who was staring blankly out the window, responded to the call one beat later.

Then she looked around at the flowerpot she cherished in her arms and answered with a nod.

“Oh, it’s okay. The leaves weren’t damaged.”

What she asked was not the condition of the plant, but the condition of Shan.

Avane thought to ask again, but she soon shook her head.

Until now, leaving the village of the Chara tribe and finally reaching Lombardi.

During their journey together, the two became very close and learned a lot about each other.

However, there were still some corners that made Avane tilt her head when looking at Shan.

It’s obvious that it’s the first time Shan has been out of the forest, but she know a lot of things as if she has lived for several years already, or that she didn’t take the flowerpot from the village away from her arms no matter what.

‘Is it because of that ability?’

For ordinary people who can’t see the future, such Shan was just a miracle.

Avane said, tapping on Shan’s knee, which was close enough to reach with a little movement.

“That flowerpot. You said it’s Bomnia, right? It must be heavy, but I’ll hold it for you. Even for a moment, make yourself comfortable, Shan.”

The passenger carriage, which was shared with people with the same destination, was narrow and crowded.

In the midst of that, it was very nerve-wracking and hard to travel for several days with cherished flowerpot.

“Hmm.”

Shan thought for a moment at Avane’s suggestion, but then shook her head.

“No. We’re almost in Lombardi. I can hold on. Thanks for asking, teacher Avane.”

Shan, who answered with a smile, fixed the flowerpot once, hugged it, and looked out the window again. (TN: Thinking how the destiny of this flower make my heart aching. From Perez who cherished this flower, and it end up as the important ingredient medicine of Tlenbrew’s disease.)

‘What are you looking at like that?’

Although it was a bright day, the carriage was running on a field with nothing but farmland around it.

However, Shan’s eyes moved as if they were looking at something above the field.

Avane, unable to hold back her questions like a scholar, tapped Shan’s knee again and asked in a very low voice.

“What are you looking at like that, Shan?”

“Hmm. I don’t know either.”

Shan replied with a shy smile.