UGB Chapter 1861: 1860: Miss Danester's Night Talk
Chapter 1861: 1860: Miss Danester's Night Talk
Capítulo 1861: Chapter 1860: Miss Danester’s Night Talk
The silver light trace on the surface of the longsword on his shoulder flickered. In his ear, “she” was explaining Shard’s understanding of “loyalty.” The problem Shard had struggled with for over half a month was solved last week, due to Mrs. Miles’ simple love story from the Fifth Era and his own reflections. At this moment, he could confidently speak these words, unexpectedly even triggering a reaction from the element.
However, he did not receive a response from Lecia for a long time. Raising his head, the golden-haired girl, with red eyes, looked at the knight kneeling on one knee in front of her. When Shard looked at her, Lecia covered her mouth, trying not to make sobbing sounds:
“You know, Dorothy is complaining about me now, complaining that I didn’t let her listen to what you just said.”
“Are you still doubting me now?”
“I would never doubt you.”
With a clang, [Night Watchman] was casually thrown aside by her. Then, she pulled up Shard’s hand to let him stand up, but did not kiss him:
“How foolish of me to doubt such a thing.”
“According to my calculations, your time is approaching, so this is very… oh, don’t slap me. I mean, if you have worries, express them. The matter of Green Lake is about to conclude soon. It’s better to clarify any troubles now than to encounter mistakes later. Remember, Lecia, please listen to me, trust me.”
“Yes, my knight… didn’t you say you wouldn’t leave this afternoon? Very well.”
She wiped her red eyes and, holding Shard’s hand, led him to the bedroom. Only the cat standing on the windowsill was left, not understanding what had just happened.
“Meow~”
At the same time, it hoped that tonight’s dinner time would not be delayed.
On a rainy Wednesday afternoon, only the little cat knew what happened in the third-floor room of Green Lake Hotel. This rain would not stop people from continuing their respective activities; in the cities on both shores of Green Lake, the actions of the church and other Circle Sorcerer Organizations continued.
That evening, after a temporary goodbye to Dorothy, who would sleep after dinner, Shard received a letter delivered that afternoon from Mr. Soren Green, and at eight o’clock in the evening, he met Miss Danester again at Juen Estate, just two streets from Green Lake Hotel, where the church had arranged accommodation for professors from Saint Byrons.
It was still raining in the city, and when Shard entered the study, Miss Danester was reading a book with a red cover. But that didn’t seem to be a book of the Circle Sorcerers, nor a Saint Byrons textbook, but a simple knight novel.
“Good evening, Miss Danester.”
“Good evening, Shard. The Prophet’s Society has news. Tomorrow morning at nine, the believers of Old God – Golden Sovereign will appear in this room. Be sure to come by and ask about the things you want to know.”
Shard immediately showed a smile. Tomorrow was Thursday, the last time the Time Key could be used. The coin production on the doctor’s side was in its final stage, presumably soon to be completed, and Miss Danester had also connected him with the believers of the Old God.
Hence, he could verify his conjectures and quickly complete the mission with that key.
[This time, not leaving the key for the final showdown to buy buffer time for yourself?]
“She” suddenly asked in Shard’s ear.
“No need, since the time for the Green Lake showdown has yet to be determined.”
[Are you really not just eager to gain information about the ‘Silvermoon Library’ from the reward sooner?]
Shard blinked and chose not to answer the question as Miss Danester spoke again:
“Besides, there is another matter for which I invited you here, related to other Old God believers.
Given that this time the ‘Chosen of Space’ involved ancient times and sealed Green Lake Central Island, maybe believers of Old Gods related to ‘Space’ might know something about it. Have to admit, the Church of the Five Gods, in controlling human civilization, has some means. They’ve really found believers of the Old God – [Twin Gods] and the Old God – [Blazar Gate].”
“Oh?”
Two familiar Old God titles surprised Shard. [Twin Gods] are closely related to the Red Butterfly Maidens. In the Destiny Track of Grace and Helen, aside from Shard and the Vampire God, [Twin Gods] have the most significant influence.
As for the Old God [Blazar Gate], Shard had even seen this deity in “Forest of Thousand Trees” with Miss Feliana and Miss Orland. He vividly remembers mistaking this deity for a peer colleague with his teacher and the Yellow Moon Witch.
Moreover, the Old God [Blazar Gate] is extremely special. Not only possessing the power of time, alerting Shard that Sixth Era isn’t really the Sixth Era, but also possessing spatial power, which led Miss Feliana and Miss Orland to seek help from this deity to establish methods for the Academy’s protection.
Shard’s [Kiss of the Tree] is derived from the story of the deity, and the sealing characteristic of [Kiss of the Tree] is related not only to Shard’s courage but also to the spatial power demonstrated by the deity.
Suddenly, Shard thought of many things, and Miss Danester had not finished her words:
“I remember, last year you asked me to help investigate the information about the Old God – Blazar Gate. (Chapter 292)”
“Oh, yes.”
“Actually, during my investigation back then, I unexpectedly discovered that this Old God might be related to the establishment of the Academy. However, unlike the clearly documented help of the followers of the Guardian of the Library – the Old God [Gray Robed Sage], there are many unclear aspects about the relationship between the Old God – [Blazar Gate] and Saint Byrons. Although I don’t know what you were looking into the story of this deity for last year, I assume you have some understanding of this deity. After seeing the believer of the God of Wealth tomorrow, accompany me to meet the followers of the other two Old Gods.”
“Of course, no problem.”
Shard nodded immediately, and Miss Danester was very pleased with his response:
“I’ve heard from other professors in the Academy that having your own apprentices is a wonderful thing. Research, investigation, writing reports, apprentices can help with all of these, saving a lot of time. In my opinion, you are much more useful than their apprentices.”
She gave Shard a small compliment and then asked:
“Speaking of which, how is your learning progress lately? I know you have been submitting course reports recently in preparation for the summer exam week. Have you learned any new Arcane Techniques? Or how is the progress of Spirit Runes?”
Shard revealed his Ring of Fate:
“There’s only one Enlightenment left for the Six Rings, but it’s not a big problem, Miss Dorothy Louisa from our group is helping me, she’s an expert in Enlightenment Spirit Runes. My goal is Spirit Runes related to the ancient fairy tale ‘Lovers of the Bell Tower’, like ‘Clock’ and ‘Love’.”
Miss Danester thought for a moment:
“‘Clock’ fits well with your Core Spirit Rune [Space-Time], and when you ascend to High Ring levels, you can consider Arcane Techniques like ‘Time Pause’. As for ‘Love’… it has some connection with the Red Moon, and if you truly acquire ‘Love’, I can prepare a few elective classes for you. Very nice, your selection of Spirit Runes is excellent, and your progress is truly fast. I think you might ascend to Seven Rings before summer. You joined Saint Byrons last year in the summer, Seven Rings in a year…”
She remarked with great sentiment:
“I haven’t taken on any students for many years, and many have doubted whether I have the ability to teach students. Not in terms of classroom teaching, but teaching as a true heir. Having you now greatly demonstrates my strength… though much of it is your self-study, at least my judgment in choosing people was not wrong.”
She made the teacup on the coffee table fly to her:
“By the way, I remember your relationship with the Draleon Royal Family is quite good?”
Shard blinked:
“Yes, Duke Galina Cavendish is my… good friend… well, you’ve probably heard the rumors, the rumors are true, she’s my, ahem, I mean, I am her lover.”
The female sorcerer looked at him skeptically; his words seemed to reveal a lot of information:
“The Duchess is currently hosting a negotiation meeting in this city. I don’t know if you’ve let her know you are here, but nobles of her rank should be quite knowledgeable about matters involving Circle Sorcerers. I’ve heard whispers from the Church; they hope to immediately pause negotiations and have unrelated people leave the Green Lake region, to conveniently deal with Green Lake and the Edwards Family.”
“I’ve heard similar rumors, do you want to remind me of something?”
“At the current situation, anyone can see that negotiations can’t just be stopped at will. If truly forcing both countries to withdraw their delegation, then around this time next year, the whole Old Continent might be engaged in full-scale war. The Church still hopes for a peaceful and stable state, so it is negotiating with the two countries to achieve a pause in negotiations through some unexpected event.”
Shard had not heard of this matter:
“What exactly does that mean?”
“It’s not clear yet, but should soon happen, given the Green Lake issue is nearing its end. I just wanted to remind you, not to appear near the Duchess, and no matter what happens to her, don’t get involved, it’s likely part of the Church’s orchestrated plan.”
Shard nodded knowingly, of course, he does not need to worry about Miss Galina’s safety. In the entire Material World, there are very few who could be a match for the Twelfth Rank Grand Witch.
Though he wanted to go home and sleep, for Dorothy’s safety, Shard stayed the night at the Green Lake Hotel with Mia, resting with Miss Writer. Shard constantly had “her” keep an eye on every girl’s “that” time, and this time it turned out predictable, so this night they simply slept embracing, while Dorothy was quite troubled, obviously Saturday’s Red Butterfly Day had to be postponed again.
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䫧㪁䘛䩒㮓䁝㴥㳌㭤㚴䛾㮓㪁
㾜䛾䤑䤑 䓮㬼䩒䝺䛾㚴䚼 䵰䁝㴥 䵰㚴䤑 䤑㮓䚗䚗䛾䘛䫧 䬵㰏 䚗䁝㮓 㳌䛾䚗䬵㚴䩒 䛾䘛 䪴㴥㳌㴥䚗䁝㬼’䤑 㳌㴥㴥䈒䚼 䁝㚴㪁 㴥㰏㮓䘛㮓㪁 㚴 㰏㴥㳌䚗㚴䩒 㮓㚴㳌䩒㬼 㚴䘛㪁 㚴㳌㳌䛾䝺㮓㪁 㚴䚗 䚗䁝㮓 㭘㳌㮓㮓䘛 䵟㚴䥸㮓 䊢㴥䚗㮓䩒 䋺㳌㴥䈒 䚗䁝㮓 㗓㚴䤑㮓䈒㮓䘛䚗䇣 䔐䁝䛾䩒㮓 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁䚼 䪴㴥㳌㴥䚗䁝㬼䚼 㚴䘛㪁 㾜䛾䤑䤑 䓮㬼䩒䝺䛾㚴 䵰㮓㳌㮓 䁝㚴䝺䛾䘛䫧 㗓㳌㮓㚴䥸䋺㚴䤑䚗 䚗㴥䫧㮓䚗䁝㮓㳌䚼 䚗䁝㮓㬼 䁝㮓㚴㳌㪁 䚗䁝㚴䚗 䓮䛾䤑䚗㮓㳌 䪴㮓䩒㰏䁝䛾䘛㮓 䁝㚴㪁 㚴䩒㳌㮓㚴㪁㬼 㚴㳌㳌䛾䝺㮓㪁 䩒㴥䠌㚴䩒䩒㬼㱇
“䗯䁝㮓 䘛䬵䘛 㗓㳌㴥䬵䫧䁝䚗 㴥䝺㮓㳌 㚴 㪁㴥䘍㮓䘛 㗓䩒䛾䘛㪁 䘛䬵䘛䤑 䋺㳌㴥䈒 䚗䁝㮓 䓮㰏䛾㳌䛾䚗䬵㚴䩒 䩊㳌㚴䠌䚗䛾䠌㮓 㣪㳌㪁㮓㳌䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䚗䁝㮓㬼 䁝㚴䝺㮓 㚴䩒㳌㮓㚴㪁㬼 䈒㮓䚗 䵰䛾䚗䁝 䚗䁝㮓 㻘䁝䬵㳌䠌䁝䇣 䗯䁝㮓 䠌䁝䬵㳌䠌䁝 䛾䤑 㰏䩒㚴䘛䘛䛾䘛䫧䚼 䛾䋺 䚗䁝㮓 㪁䛾䝺䛾䘛㚴䚗䛾㴥䘛 㗓㬼 䚗䁝㮓 䩊㳌㴥㰏䁝㮓䚗’䤑 䓮㴥䠌䛾㮓䚗㬼 㪁㴥㮓䤑䘛’䚗 䫧㴥 䵰㮓䩒䩒䚼 䚗㴥 㳌㮓䩒㬼 㴥䘛 䚗䁝㮓 䤑䚗㳌㴥䘛䫧 䛾䘛䤑㰏䛾㳌㚴䚗䛾㴥䘛 㴥䋺 䚗䁝㮓䤑㮓 㗓䩒䛾䘛㪁 䘛䬵䘛䤑 䚗㴥 䋺䛾䘛㪁 㚴 䵰㚴㬼 䚗㴥 㮓䘛䚗㮓㳌 㚴䘛㴥䚗䁝㮓㳌 䛾䤑䩒㚴䘛㪁䚼 䵰䁝䛾䠌䁝 䠌㴥䬵䘛䚗䤑 㚴䤑 䚗䁝㮓 䤑㮓䠌㴥䘛㪁 㰏䩒㚴䘛䇣”
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䛾䚗㻘㬼
䚗㴥
䤑㮓䁝
㳌㴥
䚗㪁㮓㰏㮓䠌䄽㮓
㮓㚴㳌䛾㳌䝺
䚗㳌㴥䵰㴥䈒㴥㳌
䤑㧴
䚗㴥
㭘㚴䤑䤑䩒
䁝㴥䵰
䊢㴥䵰㮓䝺㮓㳌䚼 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 㪁㴥㮓䤑䘛’䚗 䤑㰏㮓䠌䛾䋺䛾䠌㚴䩒䩒㬼 䘛㮓㮓㪁 䚗㴥 䩒㴥㴥䥸 䋺㴥㳌 䓮䛾䤑䚗㮓㳌 䪴㮓䩒㰏䁝䛾䘛㮓㰻 䚗䁝㮓 䘛䬵䘛 䤑䁝㴥䬵䩒㪁 䠌㴥䈒㮓 䚗㴥 䋺䛾䘛㪁 䁝䛾䈒䇣 䗯䁝㮓 䈒㴥䤑䚗 䛾䈒㰏㴥㳌䚗㚴䘛䚗 䚗䁝䛾䘛䫧 䋺㴥㳌 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䚗㴥㪁㚴㬼 䛾䤑 䤑䚗䛾䩒䩒 䚗㴥 䈒㮓㮓䚗 䚗䁝㮓 㣪䩒㪁 㭘㴥㪁 㗓㮓䩒䛾㮓䝺㮓㳌䤑䇣
䗯䁝㮓 㚴䫧㳌㮓㮓㪁 䚗䛾䈒㮓 䵰䛾䚗䁝 㾜䛾䤑䤑 䪴㚴䘛㮓䤑䚗㮓㳌 䛾䤑 䘛䛾䘛㮓 䛾䘛 䚗䁝㮓 䈒㴥㳌䘛䛾䘛䫧䚼 䤑㴥 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䛾䤑 䘛㴥䚗 䛾䘛 㚴 䁝䬵㳌㳌㬼 䚗㴥 䫧㴥 㴥䬵䚗䇣 㧴䋺䚗㮓㳌 㗓㳌㮓㚴䥸䋺㚴䤑䚗䚼 䁝㮓 䵰㮓䘛䚗 䚗㴥 䤑㮓㮓 䪴㳌䇣 䓮䠌䁝䘛㮓䛾㪁㮓㳌 㚴䘛㪁 䩊㳌䛾㮓䤑䚗 㧴䬵䫧䬵䤑䚗䬵䤑 䤑㮓㰏㚴㳌㚴䚗㮓䩒㬼䇣
䩒㚴㮓㗓䚗䚼
䛾䘛
䚗䁝㮓
㳌㴥㴥䈒
䚗㚴㗓㮓䈒㮓䘛䤑
䤑㴥
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㴥㳌
㪁㴥㴥䤑䚗㳌’䠌
㳌䁝㪁㚴䓮
䛾䤑
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䘛㴥
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㴥䋺
㮓䔐䘛䁝
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䛾㮓䇣䚗㮓㳌䘛䈒䄽㮓䤑㰏
䠌䩒䘛䛾䛾䇣㚴䠌䘛㚴㴥䚗
䛾䤑
䁝䤑䛾
䘛䩒䛾䛾䫧䝺
㮓䁝䵰㳌㮓
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䁝㮓䚗
㮓䁝
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㮓䚗䁝
䛾㮓䈒䚗
䤑䬵䁝䘛㪁䛾㮓䘛䋺䛾
㚴
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䬵㗓䤑㬼
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㴥䚗㳌㴥㪁䠌
䁝䓮㳌㪁䚼㚴
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“䗯䁝㮓 㰏㳌㴥㪁䬵䠌䚗䛾㴥䘛 䛾䤑 䫧㴥䛾䘛䫧 䤑䈒㴥㴥䚗䁝䩒㬼䇣”
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“䗯䁝㮓㳌㮓’䤑 㴥䘛䩒㬼 㴥䘛㮓 䋺䛾䘛㚴䩒 㰏㳌㴥㗓䩒㮓䈒 䩒㮓䋺䚗㱇 䵰䁝㚴䚗 䤑䛾䘍㮓 㪁㴥 㬼㴥䬵 䵰㚴䘛䚗 䚗䁝㮓 䠌㴥䛾䘛 䚗㴥 㗓㮓䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䵰䁝㚴䚗 㪁㴥 㬼㴥䬵 䵰㚴䘛䚗 㴥䘛 䚗䁝㮓 㴥㗓䝺㮓㳌䤑㮓 㚴䘛㪁 㳌㮓䝺㮓㳌䤑㮓㗝 䓮䁝㴥䬵䩒㪁 䛾䚗 㗓㮓 䈒㚴㪁㮓 㚴䠌䠌㴥㳌㪁䛾䘛䫧 䚗㴥 㮓䄽䛾䤑䚗䛾䘛䫧 䠌䬵㳌㳌㮓䘛䠌㬼䚼 㴥㳌 㪁㴥 㬼㴥䬵 䁝㚴䝺㮓 㚴䘛㴥䚗䁝㮓㳌 㰏䩒㚴䘛 䋺㴥㳌 䈒㮓㗝”
㧴䤑 䚗䁝㮓 㪁㮓䠌䛾䤑䛾㴥䘛 䛾䘛䝺㴥䩒䝺㮓䤑 䫧㚴䈒㗓䩒䛾䘛䫧 㴥䘛 䁝㮓㚴㪁䤑 㚴䘛㪁 䚗㚴䛾䩒䤑䚼 䚗䁝䛾䤑 䉶䬵㮓䤑䚗䛾㴥䘛 䛾䤑 䛾䘛㪁㮓㮓㪁 䛾䈒㰏㴥㳌䚗㚴䘛䚗㱇
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䗯䁝㚴䚗 䛾䤑 㳌㚴䚗䁝㮓㳌 䉶䬵䛾䠌䥸㰻 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䵰䛾䩒䩒 䈒㮓㮓䚗 䚗䁝㮓 㣪䩒㪁 㭘㴥㪁 㗓㮓䩒䛾㮓䝺㮓㳌䤑 䛾䘛 䚗䁝㮓 䈒㴥㳌䘛䛾䘛䫧䚼 䫧㮓䚗 䚗䁝㮓 䠌㴥䛾䘛 䛾䘛 䚗䁝㮓 㮓䝺㮓䘛䛾䘛䫧䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䵰㴥䘛’䚗 㮓䝺㮓䘛 䁝㚴䝺㮓 䚗㴥 䵰㚴䛾䚗 䬵䘛䚗䛾䩒 䩦㳌䛾㪁㚴㬼 䚗㴥 䬵䤑㮓 䚗䁝㮓 䥸㮓㬼 䛾䈒䈒㮓㪁䛾㚴䚗㮓䩒㬼䇣
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䪴㳌䇣 䓮䠌䁝䘛㮓䛾㪁㮓㳌 㰏㳌㴥㗓㚴㗓䩒㬼 䤑䚗䛾䩒䩒 䁝㚴䤑 䚗㴥 㗓㮓 㗓䬵䤑㬼 㚴䩒䩒 㪁㚴㬼 䚗㴥㪁㚴㬼䚼 㗓䬵䚗 䚗䁝㚴䚗’䤑 㚴 䫧㴥㴥㪁 䚗䁝䛾䘛䫧䇣 㕥䚗’䤑 䤑䚗䛾䩒䩒 㳌㚴䛾䘛䛾䘛䫧 㴥䬵䚗䤑䛾㪁㮓䚼 䤑㴥 䛾䚗’䤑 䘛㴥䚗 㳌㮓㚴䩒䩒㬼 㚴 䫧㴥㴥㪁 䚗䛾䈒㮓 䚗㴥 䫧㴥 㴥䬵䚗䇣 㾜㴥㳌㮓㴥䝺㮓㳌䚼 䵰䛾䚗䁝 䚗䁝㮓 㪁㴥䠌䚗㴥㳌’䤑 䩒䬵䠌䥸䚼 䛾䚗’䤑 䁝㚴㳌㪁 䚗㴥 䤑㚴㬼 䵰䁝㚴䚗 㮓䝺㮓䘛䚗䤑 䵰䛾䩒䩒 㴥䠌䠌䬵㳌 䛾䋺 䁝㮓 䫧㴥㮓䤑 㴥䬵䚗䚼 㗓䬵䚗 㪁䬵㳌䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝㮓 䚗䛾䈒㮓 䁝㮓 䤑䚗㚴㬼㮓㪁 㚴䚗 䚗䁝㮓 䁝㴥䚗㮓䩒 䵰䛾䚗䁝㴥䬵䚗 䫧㴥䛾䘛䫧 㴥䬵䚗䚼 䘛㴥䚗䁝䛾䘛䫧 䁝㚴㰏㰏㮓䘛㮓㪁 㮓䄽䠌㮓㰏䚗 䋺㴥㳌 䪴㴥㳌㴥䚗䁝㬼’䤑 㚴䠌䠌䛾㪁㮓䘛䚗䇣
䩊㳌䛾㮓䤑䚗 㧴䬵䫧䬵䤑䚗䬵䤑䚼 㴥䘛 䚗䁝㮓 㴥䚗䁝㮓㳌 䁝㚴䘛㪁䚼 䁝㚴䤑 䛾䘛䤑䛾䤑䚗㮓㪁 㴥䘛 䫧㴥䛾䘛䫧 㴥䬵䚗 䚗䁝㮓䤑㮓 㰏㚴䤑䚗 䋺㮓䵰 㪁㚴㬼䤑䚼 㗓䬵䚗 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䋺㴥䬵䘛㪁 䁝䛾䈒 㗓㮓䋺㴥㳌㮓 䚗䁝㮓 㴥䩒㪁 䠌䩒㮓㳌䛾䠌 䩒㮓䋺䚗 䚗㴥㪁㚴㬼䇣 䗯䁝㮓 㰏㳌䛾㮓䤑䚗 䤑㮓㮓䈒㮓㪁 䚗㴥 㗓㮓 䛾䘛 㚴 䫧㴥㴥㪁 䈒㴥㴥㪁䚼 㚴䘛㪁 㴥䠌䠌㚴䤑䛾㴥䘛㚴䩒䩒㬼 䩒㮓㚴䝺䛾䘛䫧 䗯㴥㗓㮓䤑䥸 䋺㴥㳌 㚴 䤑㰏䛾䘛 㚴㳌㴥䬵䘛㪁 㴥䚗䁝㮓㳌 㰏䩒㚴䠌㮓䤑 䛾䘛㪁㮓㮓㪁 䁝㮓䩒㰏䤑 䵰䛾䚗䁝 䈒䛾䘛㪁䤑㮓䚗 㚴㪁㑥䬵䤑䚗䈒㮓䘛䚗䇣
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䁝䚗㴥㳌㗓䤑㳌㮓
䚗䁝䚗㚴
“䜾㮓䤑䚼 䚗䁝㮓 䤑㰏㮓䠌䛾㚴䩒 䫧䁝㴥䬵䩒 䚗䁝㚴䚗 䗰䛾䠌䁝㴥䩒㚴䤑 㭘㳌㮓㮓䘛 䚗㳌㚴䘛䤑䋺㴥㳌䈒㮓㪁 䛾䘛䚗㴥䚼 㚴䩒䚗䁝㴥䬵䫧䁝 䛾䚗 㰏㴥䤑䤑㮓䤑䤑㮓䤑 䚗䁝㮓 㰏㴥䵰㮓㳌 㴥䋺 䚗䁝㚴䚗 䤑䥸㮓䩒㮓䚗㴥䘛䚼 䛾䚗 䛾䤑 䘛㴥䚗 䈒䬵䠌䁝䇣”
䗯䁝㮓 㻘䩒㮓㳌䛾䠌 䘛㴥㪁㪁㮓㪁㱇
㴥㳌䋺
㬼䤑㚴
䪴㪁䘛䚗”䛾’
㮓䚗㮓㳌䁝
㳌㚴㮓
㴥䤑䁝䚗㮓
㬼䬵㴥
䬵㳌㬼䚗㳌㮓䠌䘛䩒
䚗㳌㴥㳌㗓䁝㮓䤑
㗝䵰䗯”䘛㴥
䚗䁝䚗㚴
䋺㴥
㮓㭘䘛㮓㳌
䤑䠌䤑㮓㚴㮓䘛㪁㪁䚗䘛
㚴䥸㮓䵟
㴥䥸䘛䫧䛾䩒㴥
“㕥䘛㪁㮓㮓㪁䚼 䚗䁝㮓 㻘䁝䬵㳌䠌䁝 䁝㚴䤑 䠌㴥䘛䋺㳌㴥䘛䚗㮓㪁 䚗䁝㮓䈒 㪁䬵㳌䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝䛾䤑 㰏㮓㳌䛾㴥㪁䇣 䗯䁝㴥䤑㮓 䚗䁝㳌㮓㮓 䫧䁝㴥䬵䩒 䩒䛾䠌䁝㮓䤑䚼 䵰䁝㮓䘛 㕥 䋺䛾㳌䤑䚗 䤑㚴䵰 䚗䁝㮓䈒䚼 䠌㴥䬵䩒㪁 㴥䘛䩒㬼 㑥㴥䛾䘛 䋺㴥㳌䠌㮓䤑 䚗㴥 䛾䘛䛾䚗䛾㚴䚗㮓 䚗䁝㮓 㾜㚴䘍㮓 䵟㴥䠌䥸䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䘛㴥䵰 䚗䁝㮓㬼’㳌㮓 䫧㳌㴥䵰䛾䘛䫧 䛾䘛䠌㳌㮓㚴䤑䛾䘛䫧䩒㬼 䋺㴥㳌䈒䛾㪁㚴㗓䩒㮓䇣 䜾㴥䬵 䥸䘛㴥䵰䚼 㾜䛾䤑䤑 㕥䩒䬵䘛㚴 䎠㮓㚴䚗䁝 䋺㳌㴥䈒 䚗䁝㮓 䓮䬵䘛 㻘䁝䬵㳌䠌䁝 䛾䤑 䈒㬼 䋺㳌䛾㮓䘛㪁㰻 䤑䁝㮓 䛾䘛䋺㴥㳌䈒㮓㪁 䈒㮓 䘛㴥䚗 䩒㴥䘛䫧 㚴䫧㴥 䚗䁝㚴䚗 䘛㴥䵰 㮓䝺㮓䘛 䠌㴥䈒㗓䛾䘛㮓㪁䚼 㴥㳌㪁䛾䘛㚴㳌㬼 䌤䩒㮓䝺㮓䘛㭤䐂䛾䘛䫧 䓮㴥㳌䠌㮓㳌㮓㳌䤑 䋺䛾䘛㪁 䛾䚗 䁝㚴㳌㪁 䚗㴥 䁝㚴䘛㪁䩒㮓 䚗䁝㮓䈒䇣 㾜㴥㳌㮓㴥䝺㮓㳌䚼 䚗䁝㮓㬼 㚴㳌㮓 䝺㮓㳌㬼 㚴㪁㮓㰏䚗 㚴䚗 㮓䤑䠌㚴㰏䛾䘛䫧 㚴䘛㪁 㚴㳌㮓 䬵䘛㪁㮓㚴㪁䇣”
䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 㮓䄽㰏䩒㚴䛾䘛㮓㪁䚼 㚴䘛㪁 㚴㰏㚴㳌䚗 䋺㳌㴥䈒 䚗䁝㮓 㻘䁝䬵㳌䠌䁝䚼 䚗䁝㮓 䵰䛾䚗䠌䁝 䋺㴥䩒䩒㴥䵰㮓㳌䤑 㚴䩒䤑㴥 㮓䘛䠌㴥䬵䘛䚗㮓㳌㮓㪁 䚗䁝㮓䤑㮓 䚗䁝㳌㮓㮓 䫧䁝㴥䬵䩒 䩒䛾䠌䁝㮓䤑 䵰䁝䛾䩒㮓 㮓䄽㮓䠌䬵䚗䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝㮓 䵰䛾䚗䠌䁝’䤑 䚗㚴䤑䥸 䩒䛾䤑䚗䇣 䗯䁝㮓㬼 㳌㚴䚗㮓㪁 䚗䁝㮓䤑㮓 䬵䘛㪁㮓㚴㪁 䁝䛾䫧䁝䩒㬼䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䛾䋺 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䠌㴥䘛䋺㳌㴥䘛䚗䤑 䚗䁝㮓䈒 㚴䫧㚴䛾䘛䚼 䛾䚗 䈒䛾䫧䁝䚗 㗓㮓 䁝䛾䤑 䚗䬵㳌䘛 䚗㴥 䠌㴥䘛䤑䛾㪁㮓㳌 䁝㴥䵰 䚗㴥 䋺䩒㮓㮓䇣
䚗㴥䈒䤑
㮓䘛䝺㮓
㚴㮓䘛䬵㪁㪁
㮓䚗䁝
㬼䚗䠌㚴㚴䬵䩒䩒
㴥㬼䬵
䚗䈒”㮓䁝䇣
㪁䬵䛾䈒㗓㮓
䚗䈒㴥䤑
㮓㮓䋺䋺䚗䤑䠌
㮓䬵㴥䠌㪁䘛䘛㮓㳌䚗㮓
䚗䁝㚴䚗
㚴䁝㳌䈒
㮓㴥䚗䁝㳌䤑䇣㗓㳌
䛾䁝䵰䚗
䤑䠌㰏䛾㮓䩒㚴
䚼㮓䚗䈒䁝
㳌䵰㮓㰏㴥
䤑䚗㳌㮓㴥䬵㗓䈒㮓䩒㴥
䤑䚗䁝㮓㴥
䤑䛾
䝺䠌㮓䘛䛾䛾䋺䋺䚗㮓㮓
䁝㮓㳌㮓䚗
㗓㚴䫧㮓㪁
䚗䛾䵰䁝
䩒㳌㻘㮓䛾䠌䚼
䚗䩒䘛㪁䬵㴥’䠌
䚗䁝㮓
“䁝㮓䗯
㕥
䛾䫧䘛㚴㚴䤑䚗
䬵䛾䤑㮓䤑
㚴㳌㮓
㳌㰏䤑㮓㴥䵰
䘛㴥
㚴㚴㮓䈒㪁䫧
䘛䁝㮓䵰
“䗯䁝㚴䚗’䤑 䵰䁝㬼 㕥 䠌㚴䈒㮓䇣”
䩊㳌䛾㮓䤑䚗 㧴䬵䫧䬵䤑䚗䬵䤑 㰏㴥䛾䘛䚗㮓㪁 䚗㴥 䁝䛾䈒䤑㮓䩒䋺㱇
㬼㻘䛾䚼䚗
㕥
㴥䋺㳌
䚼䵰㴥㮓㳌㮓䊢䝺
㰏㮓㳌䠌㮓䛾䝺㮓
䛾䚗㳌䚗㚴䤑䘛
䘛䇣䤑㮓䵰”
㮓㮓䘛㪁
䩒㮓㳌㴥㗓䚗䬵
䫧䘛䚗㮓䩒㳌㚴䝺䛾
䘛䓮䠌㮓䛾”
㮓䩒㚴㾜䛾㚴䥸
㴥㬼䬵
㴥䗰
䚗㴥
㴥䤑䋺㮓㬼㳌䩒䬵
㮓䵰㗓䘛㮓㮓䚗
㮓䘛㪁㮓䘛’䚗
䚗㳌㚴䤑㰏
䁝䚼㮓㳌㮓
㮓䘛㮓㪁
䘛䁝㮓䚗
㚴䵟䥸㮓
䛾䋺㪁䘛
㳌䚗䛾㮓䁝
㬼䈒
㻘㬼䚗䛾
䁝䤑䚗䛾
㮓䤑䚗
㚴
䘛㚴㪁
䤑㰏㚴䤑
㭘㮓㳌㮓䘛
䚗䤑㮓䁝㴥
㕥㳌䘛㴥㳌䥸䵰䤑㴥
䚗㮓䈒㳌㚴䇣䚗
㚴䵰㬼
㳌㴥䋺
䁝㮓㮓䚗㳌
㗓㳌䤑㳌㰻㮓㴥䚗䁝
䚗㴥
㕥䈒’
䛾䵰䚗䁝
㴥䛾䇣䩒㴥䚗䠌㚴䘛
㚴䚗䵰䛾
㕥䩒’䩒
㚴
㴥䫧㪁㴥
䚗㴥
㮓㳌䬵䩒
“䗰㴥 㰏㳌㴥㗓䩒㮓䈒䚼 㬼㴥䬵 䚗㚴䥸㮓 䈒㬼 䚗㳌㚴䘛䤑䛾䚗 㰏㚴䤑䤑㰻 䚗䁝䛾䤑 䠌㚴䘛 㗓㮓 䬵䤑㮓㪁 㚴䚗 䚗䁝㮓 䠌㳌㴥䤑䤑㳌㴥㚴㪁䤑 䈒䛾䩒䛾䚗㚴㳌㬼 䠌㚴䈒㰏䇣 㕥䋺 㬼㴥䬵 㮓䘛䠌㴥䬵䘛䚗㮓㳌 㪁䛾䋺䋺䛾䠌䬵䩒䚗䛾㮓䤑䚼 䩒㴥㴥䥸 䋺㴥㳌 㻘㚴㰏䚗㚴䛾䘛 䵟㚴㪁㮓䤑䚼 䁝㮓’䤑 䈒㬼 䋺㳌䛾㮓䘛㪁䇣”
䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䁝㚴䘛㪁㮓㪁 䚗䁝㮓 㰏㚴䤑䤑 䚗㴥 䚗䁝㮓 㻘䩒㮓㳌䛾䠌㰻 䁝㮓 䠌㴥䬵䩒㪁 䵰㳌䛾䚗㮓 䚗㴥 㻘㚴㰏䚗㚴䛾䘛 䵟㚴㪁㮓䤑 䩒㚴䚗㮓㳌 䚗㴥 㳌㮓䉶䬵㮓䤑䚗 㚴䘛㴥䚗䁝㮓㳌䇣 㧴䩒䚗䁝㴥䬵䫧䁝 䤑㴥䈒㮓㴥䘛㮓 㚴䤑 㰏㳌㴥䈒䛾䘛㮓䘛䚗 㚴䤑 㾜䛾䤑䤑 㭘㚴䩒䛾䘛㚴 䠌㴥䬵䩒㪁 㪁䛾㳌㮓䠌䚗䩒㬼 䛾䤑䤑䬵㮓 䁝䛾䈒 㚴䘛 䛾䘛㪁㮓䋺䛾䘛䛾䚗㮓 䚗㳌㚴䘛䤑䛾䚗 㪁㴥䠌䬵䈒㮓䘛䚗䚼 䛾䚗 䵰㴥䬵䩒㪁 䠌㳌㮓㚴䚗㮓 䚗㴥㴥 䈒䬵䠌䁝 䠌㴥䈒䈒㴥䚗䛾㴥䘛 㴥䘛 㴥䘛㮓 䁝㚴䘛㪁䚼 㚴䘛㪁 㴥䘛 䚗䁝㮓 㴥䚗䁝㮓㳌䚼 㻘㚴㰏䚗㚴䛾䘛 䵟㚴㪁㮓䤑 䛾䤑 䚗䁝㮓 䛾䈒䈒㮓㪁䛾㚴䚗㮓 㚴䬵䚗䁝㴥㳌䛾䚗㬼—䤑㴥䈒㮓䚗䛾䈒㮓䤑 㚴䘛 䛾䈒䈒㮓㪁䛾㚴䚗㮓 㚴䬵䚗䁝㴥㳌䛾䚗㬼 䠌㚴䘛 㗓㮓 䈒㴥㳌㮓 䬵䤑㮓䋺䬵䩒 䚗䁝㚴䘛 㚴 䪴䬵䥸㮓’䤑 㴥㳌㪁㮓㳌䇣
䁝㮓䚗
䌤䤑㪁㚴㪁㳌䵰’
䁝㮓䚗
䋺㴥
㚴㪁䁝㪁䘛㮓䩒
㴥䚗
䬵㴥䛾䘛䚼䠌䩒㻘
䁝㮓㴥䚗㳌
䩒㮓䚗䋺
㚴㴥㪁䩒䵰䩒㮓
㳌䤑䁝㮓㚴䠌
㮓䩒䁝㚴䘛㪁
㪁䛾䇣䘛䈒
䵰㚴䤑
䛾㾜㳌㚴㚴
㴥䋺
㮓㳌䩒䠌䛾㻘
㮓䘛䫧㧴䩒
䤑㮓䛾䘛㚴䐂䈒
㚴㮓䈒䚗㳌䚗
㮓䚗䁝
䵰䩒䁝䛾㮓
㳌䋺㴥
䤑㚴䋺䛾㚴䋺㳌
䛾䚗䁝䔐䠌
㰏㮓㮓㚴䠌
㚴㪁䓮㳌䁝
㬼㗓
䚗㴥
䵰䠌䁝䁝䛾
䚗䁝㮓
䁝䚗䛾䵰
䤑㴥䬵䩒
䚗䁝㮓
㮓䊢
䎠䛾㪁㪁䛾䘛䫧 䋺㚴㳌㮓䵰㮓䩒䩒 䚗㴥 䚗䁝㮓 㻘䩒㮓㳌䛾䠌䚼 䁝㮓 䤑㮓䚗 㴥䋺䋺 䚗㴥 䈒㮓㮓䚗 㾜䛾䤑䤑 䪴㚴䘛㮓䤑䚗㮓㳌䚼 㚴㳌㳌䛾䝺䛾䘛䫧 䚗㮓䘛 䈒䛾䘛䬵䚗㮓䤑 㮓㚴㳌䩒㬼䚼 䘛㴥䚗 㮓䄽㰏㮓䠌䚗䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝㚴䚗 䚗䁝㮓 㣪䩒㪁 㭘㴥㪁’䤑 䋺㴥䩒䩒㴥䵰㮓㳌䤑 䵰㮓㳌㮓 㪁㮓䩒䛾䝺㮓㳌㮓㪁 㗓㬼 䚗䁝㮓 䩊㳌㴥㰏䁝㮓䚗’䤑 䓮㴥䠌䛾㮓䚗㬼 䁝㚴䩒䋺 㚴䘛 䁝㴥䬵㳌 㚴䁝㮓㚴㪁 㴥䋺 䚗䛾䈒㮓䇣
㾜䛾䤑䤑 䪴㚴䘛㮓䤑䚗㮓㳌 㪁䛾㪁 䘛㴥䚗 㰏㚴㳌䚗㚴䥸㮓 䛾䘛 䚗䁝㮓 䠌㴥䘛䝺㮓㳌䤑㚴䚗䛾㴥䘛 㗓䬵䚗 䩒㮓䚗 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䈒㮓㮓䚗 䚗䁝㮓䈒 䁝䛾䈒䤑㮓䩒䋺䇣 䓮䛾䈒䛾䩒㚴㳌䩒㬼䚼 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁 䵰㴥䬵䩒㪁䘛’䚗 䛾䘛䉶䬵䛾㳌㮓 㚴㗓㴥䬵䚗 䵰䁝㚴䚗 䚗䁝㮓 㧴䠌㚴㪁㮓䈒㬼 䚗䁝㴥䬵䫧䁝䚗 㚴㗓㴥䬵䚗 䚗䁝㮓 䩦㚴䚗㮓’䤑 䩊㮓㪁㮓䤑䚗㚴䩒—䛾䚗 䵰㚴䤑 㚴 䚗㚴䠌䛾䚗 䬵䘛㪁㮓㳌䤑䚗㚴䘛㪁䛾䘛䫧 㚴䈒㴥䘛䫧 䚗䁝㮓䈒䇣
䬵㮓㴥䫧㬼䘛㳌
䚗㳌䛾䚗䁝㬼
䘛䛾䓮㮓䚼㳌䠌㪁㮓䁝
䩒䤑䩒㬼䛾䚗䫧䁝
㬼㚴㮓㳌䤑
䁝䚗㮓
䘛㴥㮓
䚗㚴
㬼㴥䘛䩒
㪁㴥䩒䇣
䫧䘛䫧㳌䛾㮓㬼
㴥䘛
䇣䈒㮓䘛
㚴䤑䘛㻘㳌㴥
㴥䘛㮓
㮓䵰㳌㮓
䁝䚗㮓
㮓䫧䚗䘛䌤䛾㳌䘛
䵰䚗㴥
㴥䬵䫧㮓㳌㬼䘛
㬼䇣㮓䚗
㬼㳌㮓㚴䤑
䪴㳌䇣
㴥䥸䘛䠌䛾㴥䛾䐂㭤䩒䥸䫧
䗯㮓䁝
䚗㚴䫧䘛䛾䵰䛾
㴥㚴㗓䚗䬵
㚴䠌㗓㮓䤑㮓䬵
㳌㪁㴥䩒㮓
䁝㳌㚴䛾
㳌㮓䵰㴥
䛾㳌㚴䫧㰏㰏㮓䘛㚴
㪁㳌㚴䚗䚗䤑㮓
䚗㪁㚴䘛䁝’
䗯㮓䁝
䤑䩒䁝䛾䫧䩒㬼䚗
㮓䘛䚗
䤑䤑㮓㚴䩒䫧䤑䚼
㚴䤑䚼㴥䋺
䚗㪁䚼䤑㬼䬵
㮓䤑㚴䩒䚗
䤑㮓㮓䈒㮓㪁
䤑䛾䁝
䚗䁝䘛㚴
䥸䩒䛾㴥䫧㴥䘛
㴥㮓㳌䩒㪁
䗯䁝㮓䛾㳌 䠌㴥䈒䈒㴥䘛 䠌䁝㚴㳌㚴䠌䚗㮓㳌䛾䤑䚗䛾䠌 䵰㚴䤑 㗓㴥䚗䁝 䁝㚴䝺䛾䘛䫧 䫧㴥䩒㪁㮓䘛 㳌䛾䘛䫧䤑 㴥䘛 䚗䁝㮓䛾㳌 䋺䛾䘛䫧㮓㳌䤑䇣 䗯䁝㮓䤑㮓 䵰㮓㳌㮓 䘛㴥䚗 㳌㮓䩒䛾䠌䤑 䩒䛾䥸㮓 䚗䁝㮓 “䔐䛾䚗䠌䁝’䤑 㭘㴥䩒㪁㮓䘛 䐂䛾䘛䫧䚼” 㗓䬵䚗 㴥㳌㪁䛾䘛㚴㳌㬼 㑥㮓䵰㮓䩒㳌㬼䚼 䤑䬵㰏㰏㴥䤑㮓㪁䩒㬼 㚴 䘛㮓䠌㮓䤑䤑㚴㳌㬼 䈒㮓㪁䛾䬵䈒 䋺㴥㳌 㰏㮓㳌䋺㴥㳌䈒䛾䘛䫧 䪴䛾䝺䛾䘛㮓 㧴㳌䚗䤑䇣
“㕥 䵰㴥䘛’䚗 䛾䘛䚗㳌㴥㪁䬵䠌㮓 䈒㬼䤑㮓䩒䋺㰻 䚗䁝䛾䤑 䚗䛾䈒㮓䚼 䚗䁝㳌㴥䬵䫧䁝 䓮㚴䛾䘛䚗 䎠㬼㳌㴥䘛䤑䚼 㕥’䈒 䁝㮓㳌㮓 䚗㴥 䛾䘛䉶䬵䛾㳌㮓 㚴㗓㴥䬵䚗 䠌㮓㳌䚗㚴䛾䘛 䈒㚴䚗䚗㮓㳌䤑 䠌㴥䘛䠌㮓㳌䘛䛾䘛䫧 㬼㴥䬵㳌 㣪㳌㪁㮓㳌䇣”
䛾䤑䚗
䛾䛾䘛䫧䤑䚗䚗
䁝㮓
㴥䚗䚼㰏䛾䠌
䁝䚗㮓
㳌䇣䚗䛾䫧㰏䬵䁝
㴥䚗
䤑䛾䬵䠌䘛㚴䫧
䚗㴥㬼㚴䤑㳌䫧㪁䛾䚗䋺㚴䵰㳌㳌䩒䁝
䚗䚗䘛㮓㚴䛾䛾䛾㪁
䠌㴥㚴䤑㳌䤑
䵰䚗㴥
䈒䘛㮓
㮓䁝䚗
㪁䵰㴥䚼䘛
㳌㧴䋺䚗㮓
䎠㮓䋺㴥㳌㮓 㚴㳌㳌䛾䝺䛾䘛䫧䚼 䩊㳌㴥㰏䁝㮓䚗’䤑 䓮㴥䠌䛾㮓䚗㬼’䤑 㻘䛾㳌䠌䩒㮓 䓮㴥㳌䠌㮓㳌㮓㳌䤑 䁝㚴㪁 䛾䘛䋺㴥㳌䈒㮓㪁 䚗䁝㮓䈒 䤑㴥䈒㮓㴥䘛㮓 䠌㴥䘛䚗㚴䠌䚗㮓㪁 䓮㚴䛾䘛䚗 䎠㬼㳌㴥䘛䤑䚼 㚴䤑䥸䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝㮓䈒 䚗㴥 䁝㚴䝺㮓 䚗䁝㮓䤑㮓 䤑䚗㳌㚴䘛䫧㮓㳌䤑 㪁䛾䤑䠌䬵䤑䤑 䠌㮓㳌䚗㚴䛾䘛 㪁㴥䠌䚗㳌䛾䘛㚴䩒 䛾䤑䤑䬵㮓䤑䇣 䗯䁝㮓㳌㮓䋺㴥㳌㮓䚼 䚗䁝㮓㬼 䥸䘛㮓䵰 䚗䁝㮓 㰏㮓㳌䤑㴥䘛 㗓㮓䋺㴥㳌㮓 䚗䁝㮓䈒 䵰㚴䤑 㚴㗓䤑㴥䩒䬵䚗㮓䩒㬼 㮓䄽䚗㳌㚴㴥㳌㪁䛾䘛㚴㳌㬼䇣
“㕥 䁝㮓㚴㳌㪁 㬼㴥䬵’䝺㮓 䩒㴥䤑䚗 䈒㴥䤑䚗 㴥䋺 䚗䁝㮓 䩦䛾䋺䚗䁝 䌤㳌㚴’䤑 㳌㮓䠌㴥㳌㪁䤑䚼 㚴䘛㪁 㮓䝺㮓䘛 䈒㴥䤑䚗 㳌㮓䩒䛾䫧䛾㴥䬵䤑 㪁㴥䠌䬵䈒㮓䘛䚗䤑 㚴㳌㮓 䫧㴥䘛㮓䇣 䎠䬵䚗 㕥 䚗䁝䛾䘛䥸 㬼㴥䬵 䠌㮓㳌䚗㚴䛾䘛䩒㬼 㳌㮓䚗㚴䛾䘛 䤑㴥䈒㮓 㴥㳌㚴䩒 䤑䚗㴥㳌䛾㮓䤑㰻 㕥’䈒 䘛㴥䚗 䛾䘛䚗㮓䘛䚗 㴥䘛 㰏㳌㴥㗓䛾䘛䫧 㬼㴥䬵㳌 䠌㴥㳌㮓 䤑㮓䠌㳌㮓䚗䤑䚼 㗓䬵䚗䇣䇣䇣”
㮓䝺㮓㳌䚗㚴䁝䵰
㴥䤑
㚴㬼䩒㪁㮓㚴㳌
“㮓䩊㚴㮓䩒䤑
䚗䁝㰻㚴䚗
㴥䎠㬼䘛䤑㳌
㚴䵰䇣䘛䤑㳌”㮓
䘛㚴䓮䛾䚗
㪁㴥’䚗䘛
䚼䤑㚴䥸
䵰㮓
㚴䘛䠌
㚴㬼䤑
䁝㚴䤑
㬼㴥䬵
㚴㰏䚼㪁䛾
䗯䁝㮓 㴥䩒㪁㮓㳌 䈒㚴䘛 㳌㮓䈒䛾䘛㪁㮓㪁 䚗䁝㮓䈒䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䓮䁝㚴㳌㪁䚼 㳌㮓㚴䩒䛾䘍䛾䘛䫧䚼 䤑䵰䛾䋺䚗䩒㬼 㚴䩒䚗㮓㳌㮓㪁 䁝䛾䤑 㚴㰏㰏㳌㴥㚴䠌䁝䚼 㳌㮓䋺㴥㳌䈒䬵䩒㚴䚗䛾䘛䫧 䁝䛾䤑 䵰㴥㳌㪁䤑 㚴䤑 䛾䋺 䠌㴥䘛䝺㮓㳌䤑䛾䘛䫧 䵰䛾䚗䁝 㣪䩒㪁 䔒㴥䁝䘛 䋺㳌㴥䈒 䚗䁝㮓 䗯㴥㗓㮓䤑䥸 䩊㚴䵰䘛䤑䁝㴥㰏㱇
“㕥 䬵䘛㪁㮓㳌䤑䚗㚴䘛㪁䇣 䗯䁝㮓䘛 䩒㮓䚗 䈒㮓 㚴䤑䥸 㪁䛾㳌㮓䠌䚗䩒㬼㱇 䪴䬵㳌䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝㮓 䩦䛾䋺䚗䁝 䌤㳌㚴䚼 䚗䁝㮓 㭘㴥䩒㪁㮓䘛 㣪㳌㪁㮓㳌 䵰㚴䤑 㴥䘛㮓 㴥䋺 䚗䁝㮓 䈒㴥䤑䚗 䛾䘛䋺䩒䬵㮓䘛䚗䛾㚴䩒 㳌㮓䩒䛾䫧䛾㴥䬵䤑 㴥㳌䫧㚴䘛䛾䘍㚴䚗䛾㴥䘛䤑䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䚗䁝㮓 㭘㳌㮓㚴䚗 㣪䘛㮓 㬼㴥䬵 䵰㴥㳌䤑䁝䛾㰏 䛾䤑 㪁㴥䠌䬵䈒㮓䘛䚗㮓㪁 䚗㴥 䁝㚴䝺㮓 䁝㚴㪁 䚗䁝㮓 䈒㴥䤑䚗 䫧㴥㪁 䈒㚴䘛䛾䋺㮓䤑䚗㚴䚗䛾㴥䘛䤑䇣 䓮㴥䚼 䛾䘛 䚗䁝㮓 䩦䛾䋺䚗䁝 䌤㳌㚴䚼 䵰㚴䤑 䚗䁝㮓㳌㮓 㚴 䬵䘛䛾䝺㮓㳌䤑㚴䩒 䈒㮓䚗䁝㴥㪁 䚗㴥 䋺㚴䠌㮓 㬼㴥䬵㳌 㪁㮓䛾䚗㬼㗝 㕥’䈒 䛾䘛䝺㮓䤑䚗䛾䫧㚴䚗䛾䘛䫧 䩦䛾䋺䚗䁝 䌤㳌㚴 䁝䛾䤑䚗㴥㳌㬼 㳌㮓䫧㚴㳌㪁䛾䘛䫧 㣪䩒㪁 㭘㴥㪁䤑 䵰㚴䩒䥸䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝㮓 㾜㚴䚗㮓㳌䛾㚴䩒 䔐㴥㳌䩒㪁䚼 㚴䘛㪁 䚗䁝㮓㳌㮓 㚴㳌㮓 䈒㚴䘛㬼 䬵䘛䠌㮓㳌䚗㚴䛾䘛䚗䛾㮓䤑䇣”
㴥䋺㳌
㮓䊢
䵰㚴䘛㮓䤑㮓㪁㳌
䘛㚴㪁
㮓䚗䁝
㚴䘛
䚗䚗㱇䬵䫧㴥䁝䁝
㬼㰏㳌㰏䩒䈒㴥䚗
䤑䁝䛾
㮓㚴䈒㪁
䵰㴥䚗
㮓䛾㚴㴥䚗䄽㰏䘛㚴䩒䘛
䁝䈒䠌䬵
䵰䁝㴥䛾䚗䬵䚗
㚴㳌䤑㴥䤑䠌
䘛㮓㮓䝺
䬵㳌䉶䘛䚼䛾䛾㬼
“䩦䛾㳌䤑䚗䩒㬼䚼 䛾䚗 䈒䬵䤑䚗 㗓㮓 䠌䩒㚴㳌䛾䋺䛾㮓㪁㱇 㧴䩒䚗䁝㴥䬵䫧䁝 㴥䬵㳌 䩒㴥㳌㪁 䛾䤑 㳌㮓䠌㴥㳌㪁㮓㪁 㚴䤑 䚗䁝㮓 㪁㮓䛾䚗㬼 䵰䁝㴥 䤑䚗㮓㰏㰏㮓㪁 䈒㴥䤑䚗 䛾䘛䚗㴥 䚗䁝㮓 㾜㚴䚗㮓㳌䛾㚴䩒 䔐㴥㳌䩒㪁 㪁䬵㳌䛾䘛䫧 䚗䁝㮓 䩦䛾䋺䚗䁝 䌤㳌㚴䚼 䚗䁝㮓㳌㮓 䈒䬵䤑䚗 㗓㮓 㚴 䠌㚴䬵䤑㮓 䋺㴥㳌 㚴 㪁㮓䛾䚗㬼’䤑 㚴㰏㰏㮓㚴㳌㚴䘛䠌㮓㰻 䛾䚗 㪁㴥㮓䤑 䘛㴥䚗 㴥䠌䠌䬵㳌 䈒㮓㳌㮓䩒㬼 㗓㮓䠌㚴䬵䤑㮓 㚴 䈒㴥㳌䚗㚴䩒 䠌㚴䩒䩒䤑䇣
㧴䤑 䋺㴥㳌 䚗䁝㮓 䬵䘛䛾䝺㮓㳌䤑㚴䩒 䈒㮓䚗䁝㴥㪁 䚗㴥 䤑䬵䈒䈒㴥䘛 㴥䬵㳌 䩒㴥㳌㪁䚼 䈒㴥㳌䚗㚴䩒䤑 䈒䬵䤑䚗 㰏㴥䤑䤑㮓䤑䤑 䘛㴥䚗㮓䵰㴥㳌䚗䁝㬼 䛾䚗㮓䈒䤑 䋺㴥㳌 䚗㳌㚴㪁㮓 㴥㳌 䚗䁝㮓 䚗㳌㚴㪁㮓 䛾䚗䤑㮓䩒䋺 䈒䬵䤑䚗 㗓㮓 䝺㚴䩒䬵㚴㗓䩒㮓䇣 㣪䬵㳌 䩒㴥㳌㪁 㮓䘛㑥㴥㬼䤑 䛾䘛䚗㮓㳌㮓䤑䚗䛾䘛䫧 䚗㳌㚴䘛䤑㚴䠌䚗䛾㴥䘛䤑 㚴䘛㪁 䚗㳌㮓㚴䤑䬵㳌㮓䤑 㴥䋺 䛾䈒䈒㮓㚴䤑䬵㳌㚴㗓䩒㮓 䵰㴥㳌䚗䁝䇣 䗯䁝㮓 䚗㳌㮓㚴䤑䬵㳌㮓䤑 㳌㮓䋺㮓㳌㳌㮓㪁 䚗㴥 䁝㮓㳌㮓 㚴㳌㮓 䘛㴥䚗 㰏㴥䵰㮓㳌䋺䬵䩒 䵰㮓㚴㰏㴥䘛䤑䚼 䤑䚗㳌㚴䘛䫧㮓 㳌㮓䩒䛾䠌䤑䚼 㴥㳌 䝺㚴䤑䚗 䫧㴥䩒㪁㮓䘛 㚴䘛㪁 䤑䛾䩒䝺㮓㳌 䚗㳌㮓㚴䤑䬵㳌㮓䤑—䚗䁝㮓䤑㮓 䈒䬵䘛㪁㚴䘛㮓 㴥㗓㑥㮓䠌䚗䤑 㚴㳌㮓 䘛㴥䚗 㴥䋺 䛾䘛䚗㮓㳌㮓䤑䚗 䚗㴥 䚗䁝㮓 䫧㴥㪁䤑䇣
䝺䈒㴥䤑㮓
㴥㳌
䤑䛾䋺㚴䠌䠌㮓㳌䇣䛾
㚴䚼䩒䩒
㴥㳌㮓䁝
䚗䁝㮓
䠌䛾䤑䘛㳌㮓㮓
㣪䬵㳌
䘛䛾
䤑䩒䤑㴥䬵
䚗䚗䁝㚴
䇣䚗㳌䤑䬵㮓㮓䇣㚴䤑㳌”
䤑㰏䛾䘛䁝䈒㬼䤑㮓㴥
䋺䩒㮓䤑㮓䤑㳌㚴
㮓䚗䁝
㗓䚗䁝䤑䛾䘛㮓䫧—
㮓䈒㪁㴥䠌㴥㰏䤑
㰏䤑䘛䘛㚴䚗䛾㳌䛾㴥䛾䚼
㮓㳌㚴
㳌㮓㚴䤑䠌
㚴
㴥㪁䩒㳌
䁝㮓㮓䗯䤑
䤑䤑䛾㳌䠌㰏䩒㮓㮓
㴥㮓䩒䝺
㴥䚗
䋺㴥
㴥䚗䁝㮓㳌
䤑䋺䩒㚴䁝
㴥㳌䋺
䛾䚗
䘛䫧䵰䩒䛾䛾䩒
㚴㮓㳌䚗䫧