The next morning Rigel and Miena left the town.
While gripping the reins on the driver's seat Miena frequently dropped her eyes to the small cloth bag at her chest.
Inside was the blue glass bird Rigel had bought her last night.
She had wrapped cloth many times so it would not break and put it away carefully.
"If you like it that much you can hang it from your neck."
Rigel sitting behind said it looking exasperated.
Miena made her shoulders jump.
"N-no. It wouldn't do if I broke it."
"I think ornaments are ornaments because you display them."
"But… to me it still feels a little too good."
"A girl who holds back in a weird place."
Rigel smiled wryly.
He said nothing more.
The road gradually grew orderly.
A highway paved with stone.
Milestones standing at regular intervals.
Barrier stones against monsters.
By the time they passed the boundary gate showing they had entered the suburbs of the Gousel marquis territory's capital even Miena understood clearly.
