After conquering the dungeon on the grassland, we're going straight to Jugachi village.
　We're going to report that we've got the holy shield.

　Leah says that we're not obligated to do that, and she may change her mind and ask you for the shield, but Lunamaría and I argue that it won't happen.

'The prairie people were good people. I wouldn't say that now.

"I'm not so sure. I've got a bad feeling about this.

Is there any evidence?

　The question is, "What is a woman's intuition?

............

　I suppose they would call it guessing, but I'll just be silent for now.

My hair-hair prediction spells bad luck. If I randomly pick ten hairs and there are more than two split ends, bad things will happen.

　Although you may think that just because you don't take care of your hair ......, but still, not stopping at Jugachi Village is not an option.

　With that in mind, we headed to Jugachi Village.
　As we headed to Jugachi village, we were warmly welcomed by the villagers.
　When they found out that I had obtained the holy shield, they welcomed me with open arms.


Oh, finally, the rightful owner of the holy shield has arrived.
"To get the shield that the brave men of the village have tried and failed for hundreds of years.
"What a great boy, maybe this boy will save the world in time.


　Seeing the welcome, Lunamaria says snidely, "Hmmm.

"Leah's womanly instincts are also unreliable. Not only did they take your shield, they welcomed it.

"Nuh-uh-uh.

We should put the hair-hair divination out of business and focus on cuticle care.

　But Leah seems to be happy to see things go peacefully, too.

Well, we all make mistakes.

　And were receiving a welcome drink from the villagers.
　We get a cup of loca tea.
　We each drink a cup of tea and head for the chief's house.
　The village chief is still shivering.
　But he was also glad to see us back.

"That's the kind of brave man I expected.

　They informed me that they would be having another banquet tonight.

　I feel bad about being welcomed every time, but I couldn't say no to the shame of the village for neglecting the one who holds the holy shield.

　The chief told Ayesha, his great-grandson, to tell all the women in the village to prepare for the feast, and she was happy to do so.

　This is how we were received.
　The banquet that began a few hours later was as big as the last one.


　The party was nearing its climax, and it was almost at the end of its run.
　I quietly leave the banquet.

　The village youth flag said red-faced, "We mustn't lose the guest of honor," but he let me go when I said, "I need to use the restroom.

Please come back soon. Please come back soon.

　With the flag in my back, I headed for the grass.
　I went to the grassy knoll to do my business there.
　--Instead, I talk to the girl sitting there.
　It's Luna Maria.
　She is alone, out of the party, looking up at the sky.
　Of course, she is blind and should not be able to see the stars.
　And then she gives me a story.

...... I wasn't born blind. I was blind when I was a child.

Are you looking at the sky with your memories of that time?

It is. I've heard that the stars don't change until tens of thousands of years later.

Apparently. No one lives to be tens of thousands of years old, so that's a guess.

　Vandal, the god of magic, says that this world is spherical and revolves around the sun.
　That sun also revolves around the universe called the galaxy.
　When I tell her this, Lunamaria smiles serenely.

That's a grand story. Is it true that the universe has been around for hundreds of millions of years?

I hear those stories too.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, it would have been a different scene from this starry sky.

　I look up at the stars.
　I don't know which star Lunamaria sees. No, I don't know if she was looking at them.
　If I asked, she would tell me, but I didn't dare ask.
　It reminds me of the words of the Vandal, the god of witchcraft.

...... "Not everyone has to look up at the same star. Each should have his own star.

　It's called a natal star.

　Since it's Lunamaría, I thought that the natal star would be beautiful, but it must be small and dainty.

　What about my natal star, on the other hand?
　I looked for it in the vast starry sky, but I couldn't find it.
　I had no choice but to give up, but just as I was about to give up, I saw my own star.
　Lunamaría, who has been watching the night sky with her mask on, turns toward you and sees a light reflected in her eyes.
　It reflected the light of the moon, but the light seemed to shine brighter than any first magnitude star.


(...... Maybe this is the star I've been looking for.)


　Murmuring that in his mind and then gazing at the stars with Luna Maria for a while.