543 541 gaze (2/2)

As a result, he said, he became a one-of-a-kind inn where only humans recognized by the Spirit could stay. Then 1500 years went by, and now my grandmother, the founder's grandson, is cutting it up. It's only the third generation to go on for 1500 years... That's a long-lived elf.

”So I was recognized by the Spirit, too?

”Right. In the first place, if the Spirit doesn't admit it, you can go inside the inn.”

Was it? I had no idea because we couldn't feel the Spirit. Spirits are strange after all.

And again, I could understand the horror. If the spirits with the ability to attack were after us, we don't know how far we can sense them.

Perhaps if you launch an attack, you'll know just fine, but if the Spirit lurks his breath and jiggles, he'll be close to impossible to discover.

The Frans then thanked him for the meal and went back to the room. Even then, I have been looking around at the crowd.

Well, I know how you feel.

”Are you looking for the Spirit?

”Mmm! I want to see it!

”On!”

By the time we return to the room on the third floor, we are peering into the branches of the Spirit Tree or into the tiny sinuses. But I never touch my hands. I guess it's because they tell me not to hurt you.

However, there was no way I could discover the Spirit for that, and I would end up giving up.

Both Fran and Ursi, unfortunately, get to the floor. The Frans these days, sleeping in a bed with them has become routine. Now that Ursi can be smaller, it's no longer a problem.

Ursi is gatch-reheld with Fran's two hands and legs and is in a complete pillow state. Isn't it painful? No, Ursi's sleeping face looks happy. Fran is also resting comfortably, and both were satisfied.

When I was observing those two sleeping faces, Fran suddenly opened his eyes. Did my signs get in the way?

But Fran's gaze jumped out of bed isn't me, and for some reason he's pointing toward the entrance to the room.

”Duh, what's up, Fran?”

”On?”

Ursi, who was falling out of bed because Fran suddenly woke up, is also tilting her neck without understanding the situation.

”... I felt my gaze”

”Gaze? Did Ursi feel it?

”On...”

”I feel”

It's a lot vague for Fran.

Did you even have weird dreams? Neither I nor Ursi can feel it... I tried my best to explore the signs and magic, but I couldn't feel any other signs inside or outside the inn than us and my grandmother.

Regardless, there are signs of small bugs, etc., but it is hard to even think of Fran waking up to the extent that he felt those signs. For example, even if you have magic or skills to look far through the eyes of a bug, you can definitely feel the remnants of it. There wasn't even that in the inn.

”Maybe it's a spirit. He said he likes to observe people.”

”I see.”

After that, I couldn't feel a sign for Fran or us. Well, the Spirit is the other guy. It will be quite difficult to feel.

In the end, Fran lies in bed again.

”... good night”

”Ooh. Good night.”

”Spirit...”

Apparently it was going to be a little further before Fran could get some sleep.