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Not only was he in Holo's presence, but he did not want to take Tanya's smile away, either.
"The flower decorations are lovely; I'm sure your master will compliment you on them."
When Lawrence said that, Tanya's tail stood in delight, and she bounced in place.
Tanya still had much more to share with them, but what they quickly discovered was that Tanya had not learned much in detail from the alchemists. Additionally, the disk was not much more than a lump of metal, and it was unlikely there was some sort of mysterious trick behind it.
As Lawrence sat and watched Tanya chisel away, Holo sniffed the area but reported that she did not find anything in the end. It was unlikely that there was a fallen angel of any sort secreted away somewhere on the mountain.
And so Lawrence and Holo waited for the sun to set before going down the mountain.
Tanya accompanied the both of them to the foot of the mountain to see them off and gave them a basket, woven from tree bark, overflowing with acorns as a souvenir. Lawrence almost laughed at how fairy tale–like it was, but she had meant for it to be a little gesture of thanks, leaving them to care for the mountain.
As he watched her return to the mountain alone in the dark of night, he felt a pang in his chest.
Since before Lawrence was born, before even his grandfather's day, Tanya had lived alone in the mountain.
But while she waited and waited for the return of the alchemist she respected and called her master, she and the mountain were left to the whims of the passing of time.
"Dear," Holo called to Lawrence as they quietly dashed through the woods at the base of the mountain.
"What is it?" Lawrence asked in return, but Holo said nothing, and he felt no need to follow up. It had been a long time since they had been married, and even though Holo called him dull, Lawrence knew how she felt.
She wanted to let Tanya stay on the mountain, quietly waiting for the alchemist to return, for as long as possible.
Holo need not say anything, because that was what he intended to try to ensure.
"A squirrel avatar?"
When they returned to the cathedral, Elsa treated them to some bread she had baked earlier in the day.
When she saw the mountain of acorns Lawrence had brought back, she had mentioned that they could save some food money by grinding them into a powder and mixing it into bread, which made Holo shudder. Even a wolf would recoil from the awful taste of acorn bread.
"I see. So that is what's been happening on the mountain," Elsa said quietly once she was finished listening to Lawrence's report. "While that gives me a better grasp of who the figures in the mural are...the mystery of the bell remains unsolved."
Holo munched on her bread, defiantly swallowed it, then said, "What do you plan to do with the mountain?"
The glint in her eye was different from the usual competitive streak she had with Elsa.
Even though she seemed angry, there was something hiding behind that sharp expression.
It was concern over the fate of those who had lived in the era when the moon and the forests held primacy, who lost their homes when the human world cast the light of modern times onto them—something she had seen over and over.
"I never noticed the existence of that land...Would it satisfy you if I continued to pretend to act as such?"
They were in the reception dining hall of the empty cathedral. In a corner of the unnecessarily long dining table, Lawrence and the other two sat having their meal. There was a glass bowl filled with water sitting on the table; the light from the candle that floated in it, illuminating the entire bowl, was surprisingly bright.
Yet, when none of them spoke, the silence was unbearably heavy for how dazzling it was.
As Lawrence stared at the glittering bowl, he said, "Even if you return to your village pretending not to notice it, that doesn't mean the mountain will suddenly vanish. Sooner or later, someone will take up the matter again."

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Holo turned her discontent toward her bread and took no more bites.
Since Tanya had taken such good care of the mountain, it had quickly recovered into a thick and lush place. Without the rumors of curses, it was clear that it had value as an asset.
"If we sold the mountain, then it would make life easier for the people of the bishopric. They could dig new wells, improve the road going to the town on the other side of the mountain, and they could even build an inn in the village. If not, then you know the times we live in. The clergy who come to work here might not be able to stand the shame of having a cursed mountain in their territory, so they might want to let it go."
If the Church was asking for the elimination of corruption, then they would not simply call it a day after throwing out all the accumulated assets. The clergy would want to restore the righteousness of conduct, honor, faith, and everything else that entailed.
The reason Holo frowned so was because Col and her daughter, Myuri, were partially the cause of why things were the way they were today.
"Then does that mean you'd still want to sell the mountain, Miss Elsa?"
When Lawrence asked, she turned to him with such an intense look that it made even him flinch.
"Do not think me such a miser. Even I can feel sympathy, you know."
The prim and stuffy girl had vanished.
Yet, the way Elsa was now made her seem like the ideal woman of the cloth.
Seemingly embarrassed at having snapped like that, she turned away, easing the tension in her shoulders with a sigh and continuing with "...But to be honest, I do want to share the blessings of such a bountiful mountain with the people. I've been researching all sorts of things, and I've found that this area has been a drain on the Church's assets for a very long time."
Even Lawrence had immediately thought of several ways to make a fortune when he laid eyes on the mountain. Considering how full of acorns it was, letting pigs roam free out there would undoubtedly be fruitful; trees of that sort also made for excellent firewood, so it would be worthwhile to cut them down. To top it all off, trade was booming; with more and more ships being built nowadays, timber and coal fetched a high price at market. There was plenty of demand, so even if transport for lumber was a hassle, they could burn charcoal and export it.
"But that is the result of that little fool's hard work. No human has done anything," Holo interjected sharply. "And despite the thick leaf cover throughout the mountain, there are still stones with metal scattered about. It has not entirely run out of metal. The trees and water simply dried up, and as the humans say, the scales did not even out. If humans were to venture into the mountain again, 'twould only be a matter of time before they noticed the metal. And mining would begin anew as soon as that happened!"
There was also plenty of lumber for refining. But then Tanya would have no choice but to watch as the mountainside died out again. And if humans returned to the mountain, it was hard to tell how well she would be able to keep the gate concealed. She would eventually lose all the greenery she had regained with single-minded determination, lose the gate with which she had been entrusted, and ultimately lose all her ties to the alchemists. In the end, she would be forced to plant trees on a naked mountain face alone once again after several more decades, or perhaps even centuries. All while waiting for the alchemists to return.
Lawrence's chest tightened when he pictured that, but it was Holo, who sat beside him, who shed tears first.
"...That fool."
She stood, kicking back the chair, and left the dining hall.
She had only nibbled her bread and barely touched her alcohol.
Lawrence began to rise from his chair, but he could not bring himself to move any farther.
Even if he chased after Holo, he had no idea what he should say to her.
"It really makes one feel powerless, doesn't it?"


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Input:
Holo turned her discontent toward her bread and took no more bites.
Since Tanya had taken such good care of the mountain, it had quickly recovered into a thick and lush place. Without the rumors of curses, it was clear that it had value as an asset.
"If we sold the mountain, then it would make life easier for the people of the bishopric. They could dig new wells, improve the road going to the town on the other side of the mountain, and they could even build an inn in the village. If not, then you know the times we live in. The clergy who come to work here might not be able to stand the shame of having a cursed mountain in their territory, so they might want to let it go."
If the Church was asking for the elimination of corruption, then they would not simply call it a day after throwing out all the accumulated assets. The clergy would want to restore the righteousness of conduct, honor, faith, and everything else that entailed.
The reason Holo frowned so was because Col and her daughter, Myuri, were partially the cause of why things were the way they were today.
"Then does that mean you'd still want to sell the mountain, Miss Elsa?"
When Lawrence asked, she turned to him with such an intense look that it made even him flinch.
"Do not think me such a miser. Even I can feel sympathy, you know."
The prim and stuffy girl had vanished.
Yet, the way Elsa was now made her seem like the ideal woman of the cloth.
Seemingly embarrassed at having snapped like that, she turned away, easing the tension in her shoulders with a sigh and continuing with "...But to be honest, I do want to share the blessings of such a bountiful mountain with the people. I've been researching all sorts of things, and I've found that this area has been a drain on the Church's assets for a very long time."
Even Lawrence had immediately thought of several ways to make a fortune when he laid eyes on the mountain. Considering how full of acorns it was, letting pigs roam free out there would undoubtedly be fruitful; trees of that sort also made for excellent firewood, so it would be worthwhile to cut them down. To top it all off, trade was booming; with more and more ships being built nowadays, timber and coal fetched a high price at market. There was plenty of demand, so even if transport for lumber was a hassle, they could burn charcoal and export it.
"But that is the result of that little fool's hard work. No human has done anything," Holo interjected sharply. "And despite the thick leaf cover throughout the mountain, there are still stones with metal scattered about. It has not entirely run out of metal. The trees and water simply dried up, and as the humans say, the scales did not even out. If humans were to venture into the mountain again, 'twould only be a matter of time before they noticed the metal. And mining would begin anew as soon as that happened!"
There was also plenty of lumber for refining. But then Tanya would have no choice but to watch as the mountainside died out again. And if humans returned to the mountain, it was hard to tell how well she would be able to keep the gate concealed. She would eventually lose all the greenery she had regained with single-minded determination, lose the gate with which she had been entrusted, and ultimately lose all her ties to the alchemists. In the end, she would be forced to plant trees on a naked mountain face alone once again after several more decades, or perhaps even centuries. All while waiting for the alchemists to return.
Lawrence's chest tightened when he pictured that, but it was Holo, who sat beside him, who shed tears first.
"...That fool."
She stood, kicking back the chair, and left the dining hall.
She had only nibbled her bread and barely touched her alcohol.
Lawrence began to rise from his chair, but he could not bring himself to move any farther.
Even if he chased after Holo, he had no idea what he should say to her.
"It really makes one feel powerless, doesn't it?"

Output:
"...Yes, it really does."
The light flooding from the glass bowl was trembling, perhaps because Holo had shaken it.
The things that anyone tried to hold dear to themselves in this cruel world were nothing more than transient light that quivered at the slightest of changes.
"But...besides the cruelty of this world, I also feel the slightest bit of anger toward that alchemist."
Elsa was just about to rip a piece of bread off when she froze.
"You do? Why?"
"Miss Tanya said that the alchemist had been traveling with a cat avatar. That should at least mean that he knew how long nonhumans lived and how different their life span was from humans. Then..."
There must have been something more they could have done for Tanya.
Elsa weakly placed her bread back down on the table.
"Then...indeed, that eerie mural about the mountain might not have been painted by someone from the church but perhaps commissioned by the alchemist."
When Lawrence turned to her, he noticed Elsa was not looking at him but at the images re-creating passages from the scripture on the dining hall walls.
"Even if they pretended the mountain was cursed, it would soon have been forgotten as generations passed without leaving or maintaining any records. But it will remain in memory for hundreds of years if made into a painting. It was likely a parting gift to protect that heroic squirrel, so that no one would ever dare venture into the mountain, given to her in his stead, since he would never be able to go back there."
Nonhumans lived much, much longer than humans did.
The alchemist whom Tanya admired and called "master" was likely no longer of this world, but the painted mural in the church still remained.
"The alchemist had no intentions of coming back, did he?"
When Lawrence asked, Elsa shook her head.
"That I do not know, but he went through the trouble of carving the image of the cat girl he called his top apprentice on the gate, did he not? My impression is, after hearing it from you...that he did plan on coming back. If nothing else, once that cat girl found herself alone, he must have intended it to be a destination for her."
Lawrence had thought the same when he saw the engraving of the girl. Just like how he wanted to leave behind a painting of Holo in Atiph, the alchemist must have left behind that disk so that even if the girl became stranded by the flow of time, she could still reunite with the boundlessly cheerful Tanya one day.
That must have been why he had come up with the idea to create the story of the angel.
The alchemist had likely put on some kind of magic trick in order to keep people away from the mountain.
That made much more sense to Lawrence.
"But there is no universal solution to any problem. Even the scripture was originally carved into a stone tablet; had the tablet not been replicated over and over again and then transcribed onto innumerable pieces of parchment, then its message surely would not have survived into the present day."
"Do you mean to say that in order to help Miss Tanya, who's been left alone in the mountain, we will need something new to patch up her situation?"
"Not so much a new patch but a new bottle. The scripture says we mustn't pour new wine into old bottles, you see."
Indeed, if they mangled their attempt to help, then it would only delay the problem by a few years at most. The fundamental problem was that this bishopric was poor, and the reality was that selling the mountain would make them good and very much needed money.
They had managed to endure this long under the shroud of a curse. But at this time of the Church's reformation, that line of reasoning was becoming compromised. That was why they needed a new shroud if they wanted to protect both the mountain and Tanya. Something that would protect the place and bar the way of anyone who wanted to intrude on that sanctuary.
Lawrence sat back in his chair, looked again at the flickering light in the glass bowl, and contemplated.


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"...Yes, it really does."
The light flooding from the glass bowl was trembling, perhaps because Holo had shaken it.
The things that anyone tried to hold dear to themselves in this cruel world were nothing more than transient light that quivered at the slightest of changes.
"But...besides the cruelty of this world, I also feel the slightest bit of anger toward that alchemist."
Elsa was just about to rip a piece of bread off when she froze.
"You do? Why?"
"Miss Tanya said that the alchemist had been traveling with a cat avatar. That should at least mean that he knew how long nonhumans lived and how different their life span was from humans. Then..."
There must have been something more they could have done for Tanya.
Elsa weakly placed her bread back down on the table.
"Then...indeed, that eerie mural about the mountain might not have been painted by someone from the church but perhaps commissioned by the alchemist."
When Lawrence turned to her, he noticed Elsa was not looking at him but at the images re-creating passages from the scripture on the dining hall walls.
"Even if they pretended the mountain was cursed, it would soon have been forgotten as generations passed without leaving or maintaining any records. But it will remain in memory for hundreds of years if made into a painting. It was likely a parting gift to protect that heroic squirrel, so that no one would ever dare venture into the mountain, given to her in his stead, since he would never be able to go back there."
Nonhumans lived much, much longer than humans did.
The alchemist whom Tanya admired and called "master" was likely no longer of this world, but the painted mural in the church still remained.
"The alchemist had no intentions of coming back, did he?"
When Lawrence asked, Elsa shook her head.
"That I do not know, but he went through the trouble of carving the image of the cat girl he called his top apprentice on the gate, did he not? My impression is, after hearing it from you...that he did plan on coming back. If nothing else, once that cat girl found herself alone, he must have intended it to be a destination for her."
Lawrence had thought the same when he saw the engraving of the girl. Just like how he wanted to leave behind a painting of Holo in Atiph, the alchemist must have left behind that disk so that even if the girl became stranded by the flow of time, she could still reunite with the boundlessly cheerful Tanya one day.
That must have been why he had come up with the idea to create the story of the angel.
The alchemist had likely put on some kind of magic trick in order to keep people away from the mountain.
That made much more sense to Lawrence.
"But there is no universal solution to any problem. Even the scripture was originally carved into a stone tablet; had the tablet not been replicated over and over again and then transcribed onto innumerable pieces of parchment, then its message surely would not have survived into the present day."
"Do you mean to say that in order to help Miss Tanya, who's been left alone in the mountain, we will need something new to patch up her situation?"
"Not so much a new patch but a new bottle. The scripture says we mustn't pour new wine into old bottles, you see."
Indeed, if they mangled their attempt to help, then it would only delay the problem by a few years at most. The fundamental problem was that this bishopric was poor, and the reality was that selling the mountain would make them good and very much needed money.
They had managed to endure this long under the shroud of a curse. But at this time of the Church's reformation, that line of reasoning was becoming compromised. That was why they needed a new shroud if they wanted to protect both the mountain and Tanya. Something that would protect the place and bar the way of anyone who wanted to intrude on that sanctuary.
Lawrence sat back in his chair, looked again at the flickering light in the glass bowl, and contemplated.

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Since the locals knew the stories about this being a cursed mountain, Elsa thought that no one would buy it, which was why she had to look to the faraway Atiph and its bishop for help in the first place. That is why she was wondering if there would be a merchant who would selfishly buy it up, paying no mind to talk about curses.
At that moment, Lawrence suddenly lifted his head.
"A merchant?" he murmured, and Elsa blinked in surprise. "A merchant...a merchant, huh?"
"What is it?" Elsa asked, and Lawrence attempted to respond.
He was accompanied by the feeling of a large waterwheel slowly starting to turn.
"Why don't you sell the mountain off to a merchant like you originally planned?"
"What? That's...But why, all of a sudden?"
"Just bear with me for a moment, um..."
Lawrence closed his eyes and placed his hand on his forehead, turning some gears somewhere in his head that had remained dormant for a long time.
The merchants' web of interests was wholly unlike running a bathhouse. It was a spider's tapestry that stretched far and wide.
Back when he was traveling with Holo, he went to great pains trying to trace the thread that constantly hung down before him.
Lawrence now, however, after all his experience and with more years behind him, had built up many connections that often led him to encounter unexpected people in unexpected places.
If he used this thread to weave a new cloth, he had a feeling it could completely cover the mountain from view.
"Yes, a merchant. I have connections to a company whose mainstay is mining and where the avatar of a rabbit is involved in its management. If we can demonstrate that it is profitable, then he may show interest in buying the mountain."
Elsa's honey-colored eyes widened, and the faint freckles on her cheeks were quickly covered by a scarlet blush.
"And he would even mind our lost little lamb...or rather, our lost little squirrel, wouldn't he?"
"But it would be pointless if we were to propose ore mining as the principal draw. We would need a twist like, for example, that they must burn charcoal at a sustainable rate, and I'm certain that this company—the Debau Company—would never lack a need for coal considering how many mines they have and how much metal they must refine on a regular basis."
Elsa's expression glowed at the possibility of having this whole incident end with the admirable squirrel living happily ever after, but her face suddenly clouded over.
"Miss Elsa?" Lawrence asked, and Elsa bitterly bit her lip.
"But...how much would a mountain solely used for charcoal burning go for?"
Elsa kept her hair neatly in a bun, always had her back straight, and could calmly assert what was right.
The woman wore priest robes for temporarily taking care of this cathedral.
"This Debau Company would certainly purchase the mountain if it were cheap. And with the rabbit avatar, it is very likely that he would use the property rights as a shield to keep outsiders from approaching the mountain, keeping Tanya the squirrel safe. However, I have my own duties. I have a responsibility to liquidate assets at as high a price as I can manage for the sake of this diocese. I cannot sell a mountain that...might still have ore to be mined for cheap."
I'm glad Holo isn't here, Lawrence thought.
That decidedly was not because he thought Holo would fly off the handle because Elsa was digging in her heels, squashing the bud of a perfectly good possibility.
It was because Holo would not get the wrong idea about Elsa, whom she respected for her fair-minded spirit and as someone who never forgot what was just.
"I'm an ex-merchant who owns a bathhouse. I'm rather good at staring at account books."
When Lawrence said that, the valleys between Elsa's brows in her pained expression eased a bit.
"Do you have a general idea of how much you're expecting from the purchase, Miss Elsa?"


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Since the locals knew the stories about this being a cursed mountain, Elsa thought that no one would buy it, which was why she had to look to the faraway Atiph and its bishop for help in the first place. That is why she was wondering if there would be a merchant who would selfishly buy it up, paying no mind to talk about curses.
At that moment, Lawrence suddenly lifted his head.
"A merchant?" he murmured, and Elsa blinked in surprise. "A merchant...a merchant, huh?"
"What is it?" Elsa asked, and Lawrence attempted to respond.
He was accompanied by the feeling of a large waterwheel slowly starting to turn.
"Why don't you sell the mountain off to a merchant like you originally planned?"
"What? That's...But why, all of a sudden?"
"Just bear with me for a moment, um..."
Lawrence closed his eyes and placed his hand on his forehead, turning some gears somewhere in his head that had remained dormant for a long time.
The merchants' web of interests was wholly unlike running a bathhouse. It was a spider's tapestry that stretched far and wide.
Back when he was traveling with Holo, he went to great pains trying to trace the thread that constantly hung down before him.
Lawrence now, however, after all his experience and with more years behind him, had built up many connections that often led him to encounter unexpected people in unexpected places.
If he used this thread to weave a new cloth, he had a feeling it could completely cover the mountain from view.
"Yes, a merchant. I have connections to a company whose mainstay is mining and where the avatar of a rabbit is involved in its management. If we can demonstrate that it is profitable, then he may show interest in buying the mountain."
Elsa's honey-colored eyes widened, and the faint freckles on her cheeks were quickly covered by a scarlet blush.
"And he would even mind our lost little lamb...or rather, our lost little squirrel, wouldn't he?"
"But it would be pointless if we were to propose ore mining as the principal draw. We would need a twist like, for example, that they must burn charcoal at a sustainable rate, and I'm certain that this company—the Debau Company—would never lack a need for coal considering how many mines they have and how much metal they must refine on a regular basis."
Elsa's expression glowed at the possibility of having this whole incident end with the admirable squirrel living happily ever after, but her face suddenly clouded over.
"Miss Elsa?" Lawrence asked, and Elsa bitterly bit her lip.
"But...how much would a mountain solely used for charcoal burning go for?"
Elsa kept her hair neatly in a bun, always had her back straight, and could calmly assert what was right.
The woman wore priest robes for temporarily taking care of this cathedral.
"This Debau Company would certainly purchase the mountain if it were cheap. And with the rabbit avatar, it is very likely that he would use the property rights as a shield to keep outsiders from approaching the mountain, keeping Tanya the squirrel safe. However, I have my own duties. I have a responsibility to liquidate assets at as high a price as I can manage for the sake of this diocese. I cannot sell a mountain that...might still have ore to be mined for cheap."
I'm glad Holo isn't here, Lawrence thought.
That decidedly was not because he thought Holo would fly off the handle because Elsa was digging in her heels, squashing the bud of a perfectly good possibility.
It was because Holo would not get the wrong idea about Elsa, whom she respected for her fair-minded spirit and as someone who never forgot what was just.
"I'm an ex-merchant who owns a bathhouse. I'm rather good at staring at account books."
When Lawrence said that, the valleys between Elsa's brows in her pained expression eased a bit.
"Do you have a general idea of how much you're expecting from the purchase, Miss Elsa?"

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"Yes. God says that we must ready large vessels for large things and small vessels for small things. It is not that I hope to sell everything and anything at a high price—I simply want it to be fair."
"Then let's do some calculations. I'll use all my wisdom in order to sell this mountain. After all." Lawrence smiled. "You called me here to do just that to begin with."
Elsa smiled in turn, then stood.
"Please wait a moment. I will go retrieve some tools."
Elsa left in high spirits, exiting via a different door than the one Holo used. Once her footsteps faded into the distance, Lawrence stood from his chair once more. Holo, who had so hurriedly left the room, was certainly waiting for him.
However, he was not going to see Holo in order to console her. Though she may have felt beaten down by powerlessness, he needed her wisdom for his calculations. As all these thoughts crossed his mind, he opened the door right behind his chair.
He then instantly could sniff out the scent of flowers coming from the oils that Holo always applied to her tail, even in the dark.
She stood leaning against the wall beside the door on her tiptoes, her lips drawn into a pout, her arms folded behind her back, her shoulders slightly raised.
"You look like a girl who's been stood up." The words unconsciously came tumbling out of Lawrence's mouth, and Holo turned her red eyes, glimmering in the nighttime hallway, on him.
"You fool. I dashed out in grief, yet you did not immediately follow me."
Lawrence gave her a tired, wry smile as he opened his arms wide to bundle her into a hug.
Holo's tail whacked defiantly against Lawrence's legs, but she did not try to escape.
"Holo, I need your wisdom as the ruler of the woods. If we were to cut down trees from the mountain, how much could we cut so that it doesn't go bare again?"
Even a logger with fifty years' experience would be no match against Holo and her wisdom.
Holo lifted her head from Lawrence's chest and huffed.
If they turned all the assets buried within the bishopric into gold, they could use those proceeds to better the lives of the people. As such, selling a mountain covered in trees that could still possibly produce metal for an appropriate price could be seen as an act in accordance with God's just will. The number they arrived at was born from that perspective, yet when Lawrence began to list all the things one could earn from the mountain, it immediately revealed how far away that possibility was.
"We may be able to rush growth by changing the type of tree and tending to it."
Holo and her centuries' worth of forest knowledge offered some advice, but that only added a bit to the number scrawled on the wax-covered wooden board.
As a traveler, Lawrence always gawked at how expensive coal and fuel was, and he was shocked at how high the prices reached in Atiph's booming lumber trade. And so along the way, it might have been help to a troubled lord whose village was weighed down by unrest because of the rising timber prices.
But once they put the numbers together, all he could do was stare in shock at the difference between that and the calculations of the mountain's profits as a mine.
He could do nothing but sigh in admiration at the numbers from the account books of the past that Elsa showed him.
"Mines make so much money..."
Dancing along the pages of the books that Elsa drew out from the vault, the figures he saw could only be described as blinding. It was said that the amount of coal needed to gain a fist-sized lump of metal was a full bag big enough to fit an entire person inside, so the prices of metal versus coal as products were already on a vastly different scale.
"While those in power do fight over mines, wars do not start over charcoal-burning huts."
Elsa looked up from the accounts as well and spoke in a dejected manner. The small pair of glasses she kept nearby, sitting on parchment, shone with a dull light.


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"Yes. God says that we must ready large vessels for large things and small vessels for small things. It is not that I hope to sell everything and anything at a high price—I simply want it to be fair."
"Then let's do some calculations. I'll use all my wisdom in order to sell this mountain. After all." Lawrence smiled. "You called me here to do just that to begin with."
Elsa smiled in turn, then stood.
"Please wait a moment. I will go retrieve some tools."
Elsa left in high spirits, exiting via a different door than the one Holo used. Once her footsteps faded into the distance, Lawrence stood from his chair once more. Holo, who had so hurriedly left the room, was certainly waiting for him.
However, he was not going to see Holo in order to console her. Though she may have felt beaten down by powerlessness, he needed her wisdom for his calculations. As all these thoughts crossed his mind, he opened the door right behind his chair.
He then instantly could sniff out the scent of flowers coming from the oils that Holo always applied to her tail, even in the dark.
She stood leaning against the wall beside the door on her tiptoes, her lips drawn into a pout, her arms folded behind her back, her shoulders slightly raised.
"You look like a girl who's been stood up." The words unconsciously came tumbling out of Lawrence's mouth, and Holo turned her red eyes, glimmering in the nighttime hallway, on him.
"You fool. I dashed out in grief, yet you did not immediately follow me."
Lawrence gave her a tired, wry smile as he opened his arms wide to bundle her into a hug.
Holo's tail whacked defiantly against Lawrence's legs, but she did not try to escape.
"Holo, I need your wisdom as the ruler of the woods. If we were to cut down trees from the mountain, how much could we cut so that it doesn't go bare again?"
Even a logger with fifty years' experience would be no match against Holo and her wisdom.
Holo lifted her head from Lawrence's chest and huffed.
If they turned all the assets buried within the bishopric into gold, they could use those proceeds to better the lives of the people. As such, selling a mountain covered in trees that could still possibly produce metal for an appropriate price could be seen as an act in accordance with God's just will. The number they arrived at was born from that perspective, yet when Lawrence began to list all the things one could earn from the mountain, it immediately revealed how far away that possibility was.
"We may be able to rush growth by changing the type of tree and tending to it."
Holo and her centuries' worth of forest knowledge offered some advice, but that only added a bit to the number scrawled on the wax-covered wooden board.
As a traveler, Lawrence always gawked at how expensive coal and fuel was, and he was shocked at how high the prices reached in Atiph's booming lumber trade. And so along the way, it might have been help to a troubled lord whose village was weighed down by unrest because of the rising timber prices.
But once they put the numbers together, all he could do was stare in shock at the difference between that and the calculations of the mountain's profits as a mine.
He could do nothing but sigh in admiration at the numbers from the account books of the past that Elsa showed him.
"Mines make so much money..."
Dancing along the pages of the books that Elsa drew out from the vault, the figures he saw could only be described as blinding. It was said that the amount of coal needed to gain a fist-sized lump of metal was a full bag big enough to fit an entire person inside, so the prices of metal versus coal as products were already on a vastly different scale.
"While those in power do fight over mines, wars do not start over charcoal-burning huts."
Elsa looked up from the accounts as well and spoke in a dejected manner. The small pair of glasses she kept nearby, sitting on parchment, shone with a dull light.

Output:
When Lawrence said that, Holo interjected, "We should plant fruit trees. Does the wheat trade not thrive across the mountain? Fruit to put on bread would most certainly be quite popular."
"Picking fruit is time consuming. And Miss Tanya is a squirrel. It would be like leaving you to mind sheep."
Holo was about to protest before she closed her mouth in vexation. She likely imagined the pain of having to hold herself back in the face of something that was less like a bit of a snack and more of a bountiful feast.
"Could we mine a bit of metal at a time and then sell it?"
When Elsa brought it up, Lawrence's expression turned bitter.
"Reaching the nearest markets would mean following narrow roads that pass through several steep mountains. Carrying the ore as is would not be profitable at all, and either way, I can see the price being beat right down if sold unrefined. If we can't get the ore refined, then I think it would be hard to balance the books without carrying vast amounts by ship."
"There are no rivers large enough to send boats—you're right," Elsa said quietly with a sigh. "We have to refine it, don't we?"
"I believe so."
And so in order to create enough heat to refine the metal, they would need a considerable amount of lumber. They would need to build furnaces, hire people to oversee the furnaces, construct houses for those people to live in, and so on and so on. On top of that, since they would have to gather people and burn all that lumber, they would need to refine an appropriate amount of ore in order for it to be profitable, and by digging out all the ore they needed, they would ultimately end up harming the mountain.
The more calculations he did, the only thing Lawrence learned was that his idea was nothing more than a pie in the sky.
"A way to sell the mountain at a high price...hmm," Elsa, who was the furthest anyone could be from dealing with monetary figures, said as she held her head in her hands.
She stared hard at the numbers in the account books; if the passages written in the scripture could not even save people, then how could this be of any help?
Sitting beside the groaning Elsa and Lawrence, Holo smacked the table.
"We are selling this to a rabbit, no?! Then I shall make him buy at a high price with my fangs!"
It would be better still if she said that out of a hastily drawn conclusion and short temper.
"Not only that, but I could even dig up the metal stones with my claws and carry what I dig far away myself. We would soon make our money back!"
That might have been entirely possible with Holo's claws and her legs, which could cross the mountain on the horizon in a single night. But that was from the age of spirits, when power alone ruled all; needless to say, digging mines was a little more complicated.
"Ore in mines aren't distributed equally throughout the mountain. You'd have to dig along the ore veins. You'd have to drain the groundwater, build support beams so the shafts don't collapse, and tunnel through everywhere and anywhere. That's why we need so many people and materials. It's an operation on a completely different scale from running a bathhouse. Your power alone wouldn't be enough to solve this."
Holo groaned in frustration, and Lawrence took her hand, silently comforting her.
The era that could be navigated through strength alone ended long ago.
"It was a good idea, though..."
When Lawrence admitted that with a sigh, Holo said, "It indeed was! You are never aggressive enough!"
Despite her accusations, she did not try to shake off the hand that held hers.
She instead gripped even tighter, making it clear she was praying for him to deny what she said.
"If only the mountain came with some sort of privileges." Elsa sighed, flipping through one of the account books one page at a time.
"Like tax exemption?"


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Input:
When Lawrence said that, Holo interjected, "We should plant fruit trees. Does the wheat trade not thrive across the mountain? Fruit to put on bread would most certainly be quite popular."
"Picking fruit is time consuming. And Miss Tanya is a squirrel. It would be like leaving you to mind sheep."
Holo was about to protest before she closed her mouth in vexation. She likely imagined the pain of having to hold herself back in the face of something that was less like a bit of a snack and more of a bountiful feast.
"Could we mine a bit of metal at a time and then sell it?"
When Elsa brought it up, Lawrence's expression turned bitter.
"Reaching the nearest markets would mean following narrow roads that pass through several steep mountains. Carrying the ore as is would not be profitable at all, and either way, I can see the price being beat right down if sold unrefined. If we can't get the ore refined, then I think it would be hard to balance the books without carrying vast amounts by ship."
"There are no rivers large enough to send boats—you're right," Elsa said quietly with a sigh. "We have to refine it, don't we?"
"I believe so."
And so in order to create enough heat to refine the metal, they would need a considerable amount of lumber. They would need to build furnaces, hire people to oversee the furnaces, construct houses for those people to live in, and so on and so on. On top of that, since they would have to gather people and burn all that lumber, they would need to refine an appropriate amount of ore in order for it to be profitable, and by digging out all the ore they needed, they would ultimately end up harming the mountain.
The more calculations he did, the only thing Lawrence learned was that his idea was nothing more than a pie in the sky.
"A way to sell the mountain at a high price...hmm," Elsa, who was the furthest anyone could be from dealing with monetary figures, said as she held her head in her hands.
She stared hard at the numbers in the account books; if the passages written in the scripture could not even save people, then how could this be of any help?
Sitting beside the groaning Elsa and Lawrence, Holo smacked the table.
"We are selling this to a rabbit, no?! Then I shall make him buy at a high price with my fangs!"
It would be better still if she said that out of a hastily drawn conclusion and short temper.
"Not only that, but I could even dig up the metal stones with my claws and carry what I dig far away myself. We would soon make our money back!"
That might have been entirely possible with Holo's claws and her legs, which could cross the mountain on the horizon in a single night. But that was from the age of spirits, when power alone ruled all; needless to say, digging mines was a little more complicated.
"Ore in mines aren't distributed equally throughout the mountain. You'd have to dig along the ore veins. You'd have to drain the groundwater, build support beams so the shafts don't collapse, and tunnel through everywhere and anywhere. That's why we need so many people and materials. It's an operation on a completely different scale from running a bathhouse. Your power alone wouldn't be enough to solve this."
Holo groaned in frustration, and Lawrence took her hand, silently comforting her.
The era that could be navigated through strength alone ended long ago.
"It was a good idea, though..."
When Lawrence admitted that with a sigh, Holo said, "It indeed was! You are never aggressive enough!"
Despite her accusations, she did not try to shake off the hand that held hers.
She instead gripped even tighter, making it clear she was praying for him to deny what she said.
"If only the mountain came with some sort of privileges." Elsa sighed, flipping through one of the account books one page at a time.
"Like tax exemption?"

Output:
The lands Elsa was referring to came with titles, like Earl of the Something or Other, given to those who ruled over specific plots and counties.
Even the most barren wasteland would have a buyer if it came with a title.
"Can you not make something up yourself?" Holo asked Elsa, still gripping Lawrence's hand.
Elsa glanced at their joined hands, gave a tired sigh, then responded, "In theory, it is not impossible. We could say something like, by purchasing this land, you are bestowed the right to run a small church. However, would someone from the Debau Company pay money out of a want to declare themselves a priest or abbot that is a title in name only?"
Hilde, the rabbit embodiment, would not likely want to do that at all.
"Arghhh...," Holo groaned, hitting the leg of the chair with her tail, then grasping Lawrence's shoulder. "Do you not have any ideas...?"
Images of herself in the wheat fields she was chased from were likely superimposed over those of Tanya on the mountain.
And since Lawrence had been sharp enough to realize it, Holo most certainly knew that the alchemist would never be returning to the mountain again.
For Holo, who would live for centuries, her unavoidable parting with Lawrence was on the horizon.
Saving Tanya was the same as saving herself.
"There is a slight chance, but I do have something."
"What?!"
The shocked Holo aside, Elsa looked at him dubiously.
"Mr. Lawrence?"
Her expression read, "Why are you bringing this up now?" But Lawrence answered with a grim sigh. "It's that angel that appears in the myth. If we include that, then we might be able to sell it at a high price."
Holo stared blankly at him, then suddenly drew her brows up. "You are going to sell what is so precious to that little fool?!"
"No. That metal disk is just a disk. But the mural painted in the church is pretty much exactly what happened in real life. The only impossibilities are the angel coming out of that disk and the bell that's been left in storage here." Lawrence took Holo's hand and shook it slightly. "If we think about the whole picture, then it's essentially a tall tale made up by the alchemists to keep people off the mountain. But what if that was what really happened?"
Elsa even forgot to blink, and she said, "...You mean refining metal without coal, right?"
Metal was incredibly expensive because the fuel for refining cost money. If there was an angel out there that could refine metal without using fire, then the people who owned mines would certainly light up and want it.
"...Where is this angel? Where might we catch it?"
That was the problem.
"Could the angel be...erm, a bird like you? If I recall correctly, there was a bird who could breathe fire among the tales of the pagan gods..."
Elsa's question was extremely reasonable, but Holo glanced at Lawrence for confirmation.
"Your face tells me you do not agree."
"I think...the title of angel might have just been a means to an end that the alchemists left behind."
They had carved that stern, bearded face over the entire disk likely as a part of a grandiose play. Carving the image of the girl they had brought along afterward was most certainly not for keeping the angel at bay.
The alchemist did not believe in the gods, Tanya had said.
He had said that once she masterfully wielded her chisels, he would return to teach her the secrets of the gate.
If the incident with the angel was not a tall tale, then there were very few possibilities he could think of.
"I wonder if the story of the angel was actually a scheme the alchemists conjured up to obscure their unique technology?"
"Technology?"


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
The lands Elsa was referring to came with titles, like Earl of the Something or Other, given to those who ruled over specific plots and counties.
Even the most barren wasteland would have a buyer if it came with a title.
"Can you not make something up yourself?" Holo asked Elsa, still gripping Lawrence's hand.
Elsa glanced at their joined hands, gave a tired sigh, then responded, "In theory, it is not impossible. We could say something like, by purchasing this land, you are bestowed the right to run a small church. However, would someone from the Debau Company pay money out of a want to declare themselves a priest or abbot that is a title in name only?"
Hilde, the rabbit embodiment, would not likely want to do that at all.
"Arghhh...," Holo groaned, hitting the leg of the chair with her tail, then grasping Lawrence's shoulder. "Do you not have any ideas...?"
Images of herself in the wheat fields she was chased from were likely superimposed over those of Tanya on the mountain.
And since Lawrence had been sharp enough to realize it, Holo most certainly knew that the alchemist would never be returning to the mountain again.
For Holo, who would live for centuries, her unavoidable parting with Lawrence was on the horizon.
Saving Tanya was the same as saving herself.
"There is a slight chance, but I do have something."
"What?!"
The shocked Holo aside, Elsa looked at him dubiously.
"Mr. Lawrence?"
Her expression read, "Why are you bringing this up now?" But Lawrence answered with a grim sigh. "It's that angel that appears in the myth. If we include that, then we might be able to sell it at a high price."
Holo stared blankly at him, then suddenly drew her brows up. "You are going to sell what is so precious to that little fool?!"
"No. That metal disk is just a disk. But the mural painted in the church is pretty much exactly what happened in real life. The only impossibilities are the angel coming out of that disk and the bell that's been left in storage here." Lawrence took Holo's hand and shook it slightly. "If we think about the whole picture, then it's essentially a tall tale made up by the alchemists to keep people off the mountain. But what if that was what really happened?"
Elsa even forgot to blink, and she said, "...You mean refining metal without coal, right?"
Metal was incredibly expensive because the fuel for refining cost money. If there was an angel out there that could refine metal without using fire, then the people who owned mines would certainly light up and want it.
"...Where is this angel? Where might we catch it?"
That was the problem.
"Could the angel be...erm, a bird like you? If I recall correctly, there was a bird who could breathe fire among the tales of the pagan gods..."
Elsa's question was extremely reasonable, but Holo glanced at Lawrence for confirmation.
"Your face tells me you do not agree."
"I think...the title of angel might have just been a means to an end that the alchemists left behind."
They had carved that stern, bearded face over the entire disk likely as a part of a grandiose play. Carving the image of the girl they had brought along afterward was most certainly not for keeping the angel at bay.
The alchemist did not believe in the gods, Tanya had said.
He had said that once she masterfully wielded her chisels, he would return to teach her the secrets of the gate.
If the incident with the angel was not a tall tale, then there were very few possibilities he could think of.
"I wonder if the story of the angel was actually a scheme the alchemists conjured up to obscure their unique technology?"
"Technology?"

Output:
Perhaps what the alchemists had used was new technology that no one else even knew yet, and that was the key to the disk they called a gate's secret.
"You say that the gate opened, the angel came out, and it created holes in the bell in the bell tower. You say there is technology that can re-create that?"
Lawrence as he was now could not precisely say what that might be. But if there was any kind of breakthrough to be had, that was the only place he could see it happening.
At the very least, it felt much more possible than a priestess, a merchant, and the embodiment of a wolf all silently sitting together, trying to catch an angel. At that moment, Holo suddenly spoke up.
"Metal refinement is what you said...That must be dreadfully hot, no...?"
Lawrence and Elsa turned to look at Holo, whose ears and tail suddenly stood on end. She yelled, "The key! Give me the basement key!"
"Huh, what?"
Holo disregarded the bewildered Elsa and was already running off.
After Elsa and Lawrence stared blankly as they watched her dash out of the dining hall, her angry cry of "What are you dawdling for?!" brought them back to their senses, and they chased after her.
Holo waited for them impatiently at the vault door, and when Elsa opened it, she dashed inside at full speed. She then pulled away the cover over the bell, dropped to her knees, and stuck her nose to the bell.
"I knew it." She stood up, grabbed Lawrence's sleeve, and buried her nose into it—not to blow her nose but to instead inhale deeply—then said, "These holes were not created by force. They were...Look, this must have been scooped out, like scraped cheese."
"Like cheese...? But not by force?" It was like a riddle, but Lawrence finally realized what she was getting at. "You mean it was melted?"
"Aye. The holes are much too smooth. Any sort of claws, fangs, or even a bird's beak could never create something like that. 'Tis because of that that I was unable to see how these holes had been opened."
Holo crouched back down by the bell, stuck her finger in, and lightly brushed her finger against the edge.
But even if this was the result of some sort of melting, how had it happened? Lawrence's own common sense was being violently rattled. If those holes were caused because they had been melted away, the only thing that came to mind was if a heated metal rod had been pressed against the bell, much like what would happen if the same rod was pressed up against cheese.
More importantly, contact with a red-hot metal rod would not produce holes like this.
Above all, such a mundane display would not pass into legend.
"That is all I know," Holo said with regret and stood. "Technology and whatnot is of the human world. 'Tis a powerful weapon of yours; it ended our era and chased us deeper and deeper into what was left of the forests."
Humans, with their brainpower and untiring efforts, invented all sorts of tools in order to cut down trees no single person would have been able to down alone. They could bury rivers and even carve up whole mountainsides. What Holo was alluding to was the irony that if there was a way to save Tanya, then it was certainly part of that detestable technology.
"Well, I'm certain some of those things are helpful, like that." Holo gave a troubled smile and pointed at a small piece of glass the astonished Elsa had in her hands—her glasses, which she had brought all the way from the dining hall.
"But an angel came out of the gate, cast the light of judgment, melted the bell, and also melted the metal? Does technology like that...?"
Lawrence scratched his head as he racked his brain, frantically recalling the conversation with Tanya, wondering if there might be any sort of clue he had overlooked. If the alchemist had not lied and had truly intended to teach her the secret of the angel, then the metal disk left in her care must not be entirely pointless. It was, without a doubt, a necessary tool in summoning the angel.
The gate. The metal gate.


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Input:
Perhaps what the alchemists had used was new technology that no one else even knew yet, and that was the key to the disk they called a gate's secret.
"You say that the gate opened, the angel came out, and it created holes in the bell in the bell tower. You say there is technology that can re-create that?"
Lawrence as he was now could not precisely say what that might be. But if there was any kind of breakthrough to be had, that was the only place he could see it happening.
At the very least, it felt much more possible than a priestess, a merchant, and the embodiment of a wolf all silently sitting together, trying to catch an angel. At that moment, Holo suddenly spoke up.
"Metal refinement is what you said...That must be dreadfully hot, no...?"
Lawrence and Elsa turned to look at Holo, whose ears and tail suddenly stood on end. She yelled, "The key! Give me the basement key!"
"Huh, what?"
Holo disregarded the bewildered Elsa and was already running off.
After Elsa and Lawrence stared blankly as they watched her dash out of the dining hall, her angry cry of "What are you dawdling for?!" brought them back to their senses, and they chased after her.
Holo waited for them impatiently at the vault door, and when Elsa opened it, she dashed inside at full speed. She then pulled away the cover over the bell, dropped to her knees, and stuck her nose to the bell.
"I knew it." She stood up, grabbed Lawrence's sleeve, and buried her nose into it—not to blow her nose but to instead inhale deeply—then said, "These holes were not created by force. They were...Look, this must have been scooped out, like scraped cheese."
"Like cheese...? But not by force?" It was like a riddle, but Lawrence finally realized what she was getting at. "You mean it was melted?"
"Aye. The holes are much too smooth. Any sort of claws, fangs, or even a bird's beak could never create something like that. 'Tis because of that that I was unable to see how these holes had been opened."
Holo crouched back down by the bell, stuck her finger in, and lightly brushed her finger against the edge.
But even if this was the result of some sort of melting, how had it happened? Lawrence's own common sense was being violently rattled. If those holes were caused because they had been melted away, the only thing that came to mind was if a heated metal rod had been pressed against the bell, much like what would happen if the same rod was pressed up against cheese.
More importantly, contact with a red-hot metal rod would not produce holes like this.
Above all, such a mundane display would not pass into legend.
"That is all I know," Holo said with regret and stood. "Technology and whatnot is of the human world. 'Tis a powerful weapon of yours; it ended our era and chased us deeper and deeper into what was left of the forests."
Humans, with their brainpower and untiring efforts, invented all sorts of tools in order to cut down trees no single person would have been able to down alone. They could bury rivers and even carve up whole mountainsides. What Holo was alluding to was the irony that if there was a way to save Tanya, then it was certainly part of that detestable technology.
"Well, I'm certain some of those things are helpful, like that." Holo gave a troubled smile and pointed at a small piece of glass the astonished Elsa had in her hands—her glasses, which she had brought all the way from the dining hall.
"But an angel came out of the gate, cast the light of judgment, melted the bell, and also melted the metal? Does technology like that...?"
Lawrence scratched his head as he racked his brain, frantically recalling the conversation with Tanya, wondering if there might be any sort of clue he had overlooked. If the alchemist had not lied and had truly intended to teach her the secret of the angel, then the metal disk left in her care must not be entirely pointless. It was, without a doubt, a necessary tool in summoning the angel.
The gate. The metal gate.

Output:
He did not even know why that was. Tanya had said the master opened the gate and then the angel came out.
Opened the gate? But it was just a metal disk.
Lawrence produced a single silver coin from the wallet attached to his waist.
On one side of it was the image of a stern, bearded face, much like the disk.
"You said it was like a metaphor, no?"
"That's true, but..."
Open the gate, and the angel comes out. But what was more, once they were finished with it, they engraved the image of a cat girl on the other side of the bearded face in order to keep the angel from getting out.
Was that for truly meaningless, emotional reasons?
Lawrence turned the silver coin he pinched between his fingers, as though opening a gate.
"Oh, hrm, stop." Holo squinted and grumbled because the light of the candle Elsa held in her hands had glinted off the silver coin and caught her in the eyes. Lawrence hurriedly started to apologize, but his mouth froze in place.
Elsa was worried about Holo, who kept blinking her eyes and rubbing them.
Lawrence's eyes were anchored on Elsa's hands. She had a piece of glass, created from special technology, which glinted brighter than the coin. Then there was the light reflected off the silver coin.
All the pieces were starting to come together in his mind.
"Dear...?"
"Mr. Lawrence?"
Both Holo and Elsa called out to him, worried.
Then, as though being guided by their voices, he looked up at the ceiling.
There was the answer.
"I figured it out."
Holo and Elsa, huddled close like sisters separated only in age, did the same.
There was a simple pattern of light. The pattern came from the light emanating from the candle in Elsa's hands, reflected off the glittering bell.
But there was a round pattern, and Elsa held something else important. Her reading aid had another use.
And then there was the engraving of the cat girl, which according to Tanya was created to make sure the angel did not appear unless the gate was properly opened.
There had been meaning in everything Tanya had mentioned relating to the myth.
"Miss Elsa, I found our angel."
"What?"
"What you have in your hands is something called an angel's tear."
Elsa, with a blank expression, looked back and forth between the glasses in her hand and Holo.
It was Holo who reacted first.
"Will it help her?"
Lawrence said, "If I'm wrong, then you can bite my head clean off."
Holo's eyes widened, then she shrunk down, flicked her ears and tail, and grinned a fang-filled grin.
If Lawrence's guess was correct, then all they could do was to check and see if it was accurate or not once the sun rose. He relayed that to Holo, but she became much clearer minded now that something had finally been settled on, much more than himself, so she would not let him have a quick shut-eye.
She threw off her clothes and returned to her wolf form before he could say anything, then lay on her stomach and stared hard at him.
He was sure that if he did not climb on, she would either stay like that until morning or reach out to swallow him hole.
"Take care," Elsa said, half in exasperation and half in worry, as she picked up Holo's scattered clothes with a practiced hand, as though this was a common occurrence.
"You should write a letter with your proposal to sell the mountain and wait for us," Holo bade Elsa and dashed off before Lawrence was wholly on her back.
The wind whipping in his ears was harsher than it had been the other night. He could sense how motivated Holo was from the vigor of her feet pounding the ground. He could feel her body heat, which was almost burning, coming from beneath the tufts of fur that he clung to.
Holo ran at full speed for the sake of those who had quietly been swallowed up by the flow of time.
She fervently wrote down all the everyday moments that spilled endlessly out from her living memory into her diary.
Some would no doubt sneer at her for insisting on such a useless struggle.


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Input:
He did not even know why that was. Tanya had said the master opened the gate and then the angel came out.
Opened the gate? But it was just a metal disk.
Lawrence produced a single silver coin from the wallet attached to his waist.
On one side of it was the image of a stern, bearded face, much like the disk.
"You said it was like a metaphor, no?"
"That's true, but..."
Open the gate, and the angel comes out. But what was more, once they were finished with it, they engraved the image of a cat girl on the other side of the bearded face in order to keep the angel from getting out.
Was that for truly meaningless, emotional reasons?
Lawrence turned the silver coin he pinched between his fingers, as though opening a gate.
"Oh, hrm, stop." Holo squinted and grumbled because the light of the candle Elsa held in her hands had glinted off the silver coin and caught her in the eyes. Lawrence hurriedly started to apologize, but his mouth froze in place.
Elsa was worried about Holo, who kept blinking her eyes and rubbing them.
Lawrence's eyes were anchored on Elsa's hands. She had a piece of glass, created from special technology, which glinted brighter than the coin. Then there was the light reflected off the silver coin.
All the pieces were starting to come together in his mind.
"Dear...?"
"Mr. Lawrence?"
Both Holo and Elsa called out to him, worried.
Then, as though being guided by their voices, he looked up at the ceiling.
There was the answer.
"I figured it out."
Holo and Elsa, huddled close like sisters separated only in age, did the same.
There was a simple pattern of light. The pattern came from the light emanating from the candle in Elsa's hands, reflected off the glittering bell.
But there was a round pattern, and Elsa held something else important. Her reading aid had another use.
And then there was the engraving of the cat girl, which according to Tanya was created to make sure the angel did not appear unless the gate was properly opened.
There had been meaning in everything Tanya had mentioned relating to the myth.
"Miss Elsa, I found our angel."
"What?"
"What you have in your hands is something called an angel's tear."
Elsa, with a blank expression, looked back and forth between the glasses in her hand and Holo.
It was Holo who reacted first.
"Will it help her?"
Lawrence said, "If I'm wrong, then you can bite my head clean off."
Holo's eyes widened, then she shrunk down, flicked her ears and tail, and grinned a fang-filled grin.
If Lawrence's guess was correct, then all they could do was to check and see if it was accurate or not once the sun rose. He relayed that to Holo, but she became much clearer minded now that something had finally been settled on, much more than himself, so she would not let him have a quick shut-eye.
She threw off her clothes and returned to her wolf form before he could say anything, then lay on her stomach and stared hard at him.
He was sure that if he did not climb on, she would either stay like that until morning or reach out to swallow him hole.
"Take care," Elsa said, half in exasperation and half in worry, as she picked up Holo's scattered clothes with a practiced hand, as though this was a common occurrence.
"You should write a letter with your proposal to sell the mountain and wait for us," Holo bade Elsa and dashed off before Lawrence was wholly on her back.
The wind whipping in his ears was harsher than it had been the other night. He could sense how motivated Holo was from the vigor of her feet pounding the ground. He could feel her body heat, which was almost burning, coming from beneath the tufts of fur that he clung to.
Holo ran at full speed for the sake of those who had quietly been swallowed up by the flow of time.
She fervently wrote down all the everyday moments that spilled endlessly out from her living memory into her diary.
Some would no doubt sneer at her for insisting on such a useless struggle.

Output:
That is why Lawrence did not complain as Holo leaped into the woods at the foot of the mountain, dodging trees, vaulting over rocks, and hauling herself up the steep mountain slopes by tooth and claw, almost as though she had forgotten he was on her back.
They found Tanya where the metal disk had been hidden. It was the first night in a while without any clouds, so she had likely been working by the light of the moon, asleep on the disk with her chisels still in hand.
Just as the moon was about to slip below the horizon, she noticed Holo and the heat emanating from her body and awoke with a start, leaping to her feet.
Lawrence slid from Holo's back and asked the bewildered and baffled Tanya, "When the angel came out of the gate, did it come from this side?" He pointed to the side with the engraving of the cat avatar girl, where Tanya had been engraving tiny flower patterns on it.
"Y-yes, that's right..."
All right.
That meant that, just as the alchemist said, the image of the girl was to prevent the angel from coming out. The one thing that was different from reality was that the image itself was the lid that sealed the angel.
"And before the girl was engraved on it, the gate was polished to be very, very clean. Am I wrong?"
Tanya's eyes widened, and her nose twitched. It was as though she had sensed something coming.
"Th-that's exactly right. Um, does this mean...?"
The chisels she had been gripping as she slept fell from her relatively small hands.
What gently broke their fall was the carpet of leaves that came from the trees Tanya had spent decades cultivating.
"Yes. I solved the mystery of the angel."
When Lawrence said that, Tanya's small black nose quivered, and she stood stone-still.
Behind her, he could already see the gradually lightening sky and the outline of the mountain.
"Miss Tanya, could you please lift the gate?"
"O-okay."
Flustered, Tanya grasped the disk and heaved it up.
The girl, eyes closed, smiling, stood out in the pale-blue light of dawn.
"This technology wasn't all that great a secret."
Tanya supported the disk, just like her counterpart in the cathedral's mural, and turned to Lawrence with a surprisingly intense expression, her whiskers quivering.
"B-but when the master summoned the angel, he surprised a lot of people."
"He did. But it works under the same principle as when people who have seen squirrels in the forest before mistake you for a bear."
"Huh...?"
Lawrence smiled and said, "Even if people have seen one thing before, if they catch a glimpse of the same thing on a much grander scale, it can easily become a miracle."
Lawrence watched a deep shadow grow at his own feet. It deepened, a harbinger of a magnificent sunrise just about to show its face, as though blessing the coming day.
Tanya squinted in the bright light, and the girl on the disk was smiling, her eyes closed.
It was almost as though she anticipated what would come next.
"I don't think the angel will completely reveal itself since we have a cat avatar in the way, though."
It happened right after Lawrence said that. Beyond the long ridgeline of the mountain range, far beyond the horizon that stretched across the great plains that had been nicknamed the region's breadbasket, the sun revealed itself.
A flood of light poured into the concave section of the giant disk with such force that it almost seemed to make a rushing sound.
"Ah, ahhh!"
Tanya opened her little round eyes as wide as she could, staring hard at what was happening in the moment.
The light pouring into the depression in the disk reflected back out, according to nature's providence. And though the engraving of the girl disrupted it a bit, the lens was so well constructed that the flood of light was concentrated into one tight beam, all of it pointing toward a single point in the distance.
"It's an eyeglass, Holo," Lawrence said, and Holo, who had been laying on her stomach this whole time, stood up.


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Input:
That is why Lawrence did not complain as Holo leaped into the woods at the foot of the mountain, dodging trees, vaulting over rocks, and hauling herself up the steep mountain slopes by tooth and claw, almost as though she had forgotten he was on her back.
They found Tanya where the metal disk had been hidden. It was the first night in a while without any clouds, so she had likely been working by the light of the moon, asleep on the disk with her chisels still in hand.
Just as the moon was about to slip below the horizon, she noticed Holo and the heat emanating from her body and awoke with a start, leaping to her feet.
Lawrence slid from Holo's back and asked the bewildered and baffled Tanya, "When the angel came out of the gate, did it come from this side?" He pointed to the side with the engraving of the cat avatar girl, where Tanya had been engraving tiny flower patterns on it.
"Y-yes, that's right..."
All right.
That meant that, just as the alchemist said, the image of the girl was to prevent the angel from coming out. The one thing that was different from reality was that the image itself was the lid that sealed the angel.
"And before the girl was engraved on it, the gate was polished to be very, very clean. Am I wrong?"
Tanya's eyes widened, and her nose twitched. It was as though she had sensed something coming.
"Th-that's exactly right. Um, does this mean...?"
The chisels she had been gripping as she slept fell from her relatively small hands.
What gently broke their fall was the carpet of leaves that came from the trees Tanya had spent decades cultivating.
"Yes. I solved the mystery of the angel."
When Lawrence said that, Tanya's small black nose quivered, and she stood stone-still.
Behind her, he could already see the gradually lightening sky and the outline of the mountain.
"Miss Tanya, could you please lift the gate?"
"O-okay."
Flustered, Tanya grasped the disk and heaved it up.
The girl, eyes closed, smiling, stood out in the pale-blue light of dawn.
"This technology wasn't all that great a secret."
Tanya supported the disk, just like her counterpart in the cathedral's mural, and turned to Lawrence with a surprisingly intense expression, her whiskers quivering.
"B-but when the master summoned the angel, he surprised a lot of people."
"He did. But it works under the same principle as when people who have seen squirrels in the forest before mistake you for a bear."
"Huh...?"
Lawrence smiled and said, "Even if people have seen one thing before, if they catch a glimpse of the same thing on a much grander scale, it can easily become a miracle."
Lawrence watched a deep shadow grow at his own feet. It deepened, a harbinger of a magnificent sunrise just about to show its face, as though blessing the coming day.
Tanya squinted in the bright light, and the girl on the disk was smiling, her eyes closed.
It was almost as though she anticipated what would come next.
"I don't think the angel will completely reveal itself since we have a cat avatar in the way, though."
It happened right after Lawrence said that. Beyond the long ridgeline of the mountain range, far beyond the horizon that stretched across the great plains that had been nicknamed the region's breadbasket, the sun revealed itself.
A flood of light poured into the concave section of the giant disk with such force that it almost seemed to make a rushing sound.
"Ah, ahhh!"
Tanya opened her little round eyes as wide as she could, staring hard at what was happening in the moment.
The light pouring into the depression in the disk reflected back out, according to nature's providence. And though the engraving of the girl disrupted it a bit, the lens was so well constructed that the flood of light was concentrated into one tight beam, all of it pointing toward a single point in the distance.
"It's an eyeglass, Holo," Lawrence said, and Holo, who had been laying on her stomach this whole time, stood up.

Output:
Holo opened her mouth slightly, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and stared at how the metal disk, polished every day by Tanya, shimmered with unmatched intensity.
Light that was painful to look at seemed to pour out of it as though a gate had actually been opened, like there was an entirely different world behind it, illuminating the trunks of trees that had yet to be touched by ordinary daylight.
"Glasses need to be polished well—otherwise they won't make text easier to read or be of any use in place of flint. I bet the dip in this metal disk works so well because it was adjusted to perfection by a professional. And that is also the very reason why they carved the image of a girl into it once they were finished."
So that once it reflected light again, it would not cause a fire. Small eyeglasses that could fit in one's hand could even cause paper to catch fire; Lawrence could only imagine with a tense smile what sort of chaos a massive disk this large could cause after gathering the full strength of the sun.
Of course it could melt a bronze bell and even refine metal.
"Oh, oh..."
Tanya let slip a sob and released the disk.
The massive metal disk wavered and was close to crushing Lawrence's feet, but he avoided the danger thanks to Holo grabbing him by the nape of his neck and pulling him back. As the scattered leaves fell back to the ground, glittering, Tanya wept, crouching down on the spot. It was an odd way to shed tears after solving the mystery of the gate.
But soon, Lawrence, too, realized why.
Tanya might have been a little dull, but she surely had some idea how long humans lived. She was most likely pretending that she hardly knew better.
The alchemist was never coming back.
The idea that the mystery would forever remain a mystery, that memories of that time would remain in place and would never be replaced, that the past already carved in her heart could never be painted over in new colors—
—Lawrence had just undone the spell that let her believe all those things.
For a moment, Lawrence wondered if he should not have solved the mystery of the gate. Then Tanya could have carried on fooling herself, living forever in her memories. Even if she had been chased from the mountain, she may have moved, carrying the disk on her back, spending her days in whatever new home she found in peace and quiet.
All while dreaming dreams that deceived herself—that the mystery would forever be a mystery, that the past would always be as she wanted it to be, and that, surely, the alchemist would return to her one day.
That was what Lawrence thought, but Holo suddenly nudged him from behind.
And before Lawrence could protest, Holo made her way toward Tanya and began wildly licking her cheeks with her massive tongue. It looked like a wolf checking to see how its prey tasted, but when Tanya looked up, she clung to Holo's front leg. Holo licked Tanya's back as she did so; then when she lay on her stomach, she drew near to the fluffy part at the scruff of her neck.
"We live a long time," Holo said, then after looking down at the sobbing Tanya, she turned to Lawrence. "But we cannot dream forever."
What you have done was not wrong.
That was what Holo was saying.
Lawrence decided to believe her.
He brushed the fallen leaves off his clothes, looked to the ground, and caught a glimpse of the glittering girl engraved on the disk.
She was smiling happily, just like an angel.
When Lawrence told Elsa a summary of the device and how it worked, Elsa looked at her glasses, then hurriedly moved them away from the candlelight, slightly frightened.
After solving the mystery of the angel on the mountain, the despondent Tanya let out a flood of her memories with the alchemist, and they listened as she talked and talked. Then, once the sun set, they returned to the church.
When they did, it was not just Lawrence on Holo's back but Tanya as well.


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Input:
Holo opened her mouth slightly, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and stared at how the metal disk, polished every day by Tanya, shimmered with unmatched intensity.
Light that was painful to look at seemed to pour out of it as though a gate had actually been opened, like there was an entirely different world behind it, illuminating the trunks of trees that had yet to be touched by ordinary daylight.
"Glasses need to be polished well—otherwise they won't make text easier to read or be of any use in place of flint. I bet the dip in this metal disk works so well because it was adjusted to perfection by a professional. And that is also the very reason why they carved the image of a girl into it once they were finished."
So that once it reflected light again, it would not cause a fire. Small eyeglasses that could fit in one's hand could even cause paper to catch fire; Lawrence could only imagine with a tense smile what sort of chaos a massive disk this large could cause after gathering the full strength of the sun.
Of course it could melt a bronze bell and even refine metal.
"Oh, oh..."
Tanya let slip a sob and released the disk.
The massive metal disk wavered and was close to crushing Lawrence's feet, but he avoided the danger thanks to Holo grabbing him by the nape of his neck and pulling him back. As the scattered leaves fell back to the ground, glittering, Tanya wept, crouching down on the spot. It was an odd way to shed tears after solving the mystery of the gate.
But soon, Lawrence, too, realized why.
Tanya might have been a little dull, but she surely had some idea how long humans lived. She was most likely pretending that she hardly knew better.
The alchemist was never coming back.
The idea that the mystery would forever remain a mystery, that memories of that time would remain in place and would never be replaced, that the past already carved in her heart could never be painted over in new colors—
—Lawrence had just undone the spell that let her believe all those things.
For a moment, Lawrence wondered if he should not have solved the mystery of the gate. Then Tanya could have carried on fooling herself, living forever in her memories. Even if she had been chased from the mountain, she may have moved, carrying the disk on her back, spending her days in whatever new home she found in peace and quiet.
All while dreaming dreams that deceived herself—that the mystery would forever be a mystery, that the past would always be as she wanted it to be, and that, surely, the alchemist would return to her one day.
That was what Lawrence thought, but Holo suddenly nudged him from behind.
And before Lawrence could protest, Holo made her way toward Tanya and began wildly licking her cheeks with her massive tongue. It looked like a wolf checking to see how its prey tasted, but when Tanya looked up, she clung to Holo's front leg. Holo licked Tanya's back as she did so; then when she lay on her stomach, she drew near to the fluffy part at the scruff of her neck.
"We live a long time," Holo said, then after looking down at the sobbing Tanya, she turned to Lawrence. "But we cannot dream forever."
What you have done was not wrong.
That was what Holo was saying.
Lawrence decided to believe her.
He brushed the fallen leaves off his clothes, looked to the ground, and caught a glimpse of the glittering girl engraved on the disk.
She was smiling happily, just like an angel.
When Lawrence told Elsa a summary of the device and how it worked, Elsa looked at her glasses, then hurriedly moved them away from the candlelight, slightly frightened.
After solving the mystery of the angel on the mountain, the despondent Tanya let out a flood of her memories with the alchemist, and they listened as she talked and talked. Then, once the sun set, they returned to the church.
When they did, it was not just Lawrence on Holo's back but Tanya as well.

Output:
It was late at night, before the acorn bread was to be baked, when they strapped Elsa's memorandum about the price of the mountain and Lawrence's letter to Hilde around Holo's neck.
"Why not go when the bread is finished?" Elsa suggested, but Holo left, almost as though she was running away.
Holo was fast enough to even reach Nyohhira, which they had departed quite a while ago, and make the return trip in a single night.
The existence of that metal disk would certainly be something worth a thousand gold or more to Hilde, who operated many mines, so there was no doubt that he would offer a high price for both that and the mountain.
The thought did cross Lawrence's mind that there was perhaps a slight chance that Hilde was already aware of technology similar to the disk, but his worries were quickly dispelled by Tanya's own words.
Whatever happened to the mountain, she would always be there. The top apprentice, the one carved into the disk, may one day return along with her memories of the master.
In response, Holo assured them that she would make that rabbit pay up, even if she had to resort to her fangs. Lawrence could see her doing that, but in his letter, he had written, Please let me know if Holo tries to compel you in any way.
Holo, entrusted with the letter, filled with all sorts of thoughts and feelings, vanished into the dark of the night in the blink of an eye.
Seeing her off, Lawrence heaved a tired sigh and looked to the sky.
Their story, made into a painting as myth, was still ongoing.
"Mr. Lawrence, the bread is ready!"
Tanya, who helped bake the bread while in her human form, called out to him, pulling Lawrence's gaze back from the sky.
He turned around, and there was Tanya, her physique marvelous in a different way from Holo's, waving to him.
Lawrence waved back and murmured to himself, "Maybe I should eat all the bread, just to show how much I love my wife."
Acorn bread was bitter and hard.
Just like the tales people unknowingly left behind in this world.
No, maybe I should leave at least one loaf for Holo, Lawrence thought with a quiet smile.
***
Late that night, Lawrence suddenly awoke in a chill. Half-asleep, he pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and began to search around inside of it—something was missing. There should have been some fluffy fur of a very different make than the blanket.
What's more, it was the genuine fur of a living creature that emanated its own body heat, and there was nothing warmer than pulling both the fur and its owner deep into his arms. The only flaw was the fact that the fur's owner was a terrible sleeper, but so long as she did not headbutt him, Lawrence was confident he could sleep soundly until morning, even in the dead of winter.
No matter how long he groped around in the dark, however, he could not find what he was looking for in the blanket. Had she gone to drink some water outside, he wondered, cracking his eyes open, and that was when he realized what it was.
Holo had left the night three days prior.
With nowhere for his hands to go, he placed them on his chest. From the gaps in the windows, the moonlight streamed onto the ceiling, drawing streaks like a beast's claw marks. Dawn was still far off.
He rubbed his face with his hands and let out a small sigh.
That first night had been so much easier alone.
Ever since they left their bathhouse in Nyohhira to go on a journey, Holo had steadily began to drink more and more alcohol, either because of the feeling of freedom traveling offered her or because she no longer had a need to act like a dignified adult before her daughter. She liked to let the buzz put her to sleep, so he constantly had to take care of this and that before going to bed himself. Of course, Lawrence did not hate these duties of his, and Holo probably was only partially pretending to be drunk, fully enjoying being pampered, but it was still a hassle all the same.


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Input:
It was late at night, before the acorn bread was to be baked, when they strapped Elsa's memorandum about the price of the mountain and Lawrence's letter to Hilde around Holo's neck.
"Why not go when the bread is finished?" Elsa suggested, but Holo left, almost as though she was running away.
Holo was fast enough to even reach Nyohhira, which they had departed quite a while ago, and make the return trip in a single night.
The existence of that metal disk would certainly be something worth a thousand gold or more to Hilde, who operated many mines, so there was no doubt that he would offer a high price for both that and the mountain.
The thought did cross Lawrence's mind that there was perhaps a slight chance that Hilde was already aware of technology similar to the disk, but his worries were quickly dispelled by Tanya's own words.
Whatever happened to the mountain, she would always be there. The top apprentice, the one carved into the disk, may one day return along with her memories of the master.
In response, Holo assured them that she would make that rabbit pay up, even if she had to resort to her fangs. Lawrence could see her doing that, but in his letter, he had written, Please let me know if Holo tries to compel you in any way.
Holo, entrusted with the letter, filled with all sorts of thoughts and feelings, vanished into the dark of the night in the blink of an eye.
Seeing her off, Lawrence heaved a tired sigh and looked to the sky.
Their story, made into a painting as myth, was still ongoing.
"Mr. Lawrence, the bread is ready!"
Tanya, who helped bake the bread while in her human form, called out to him, pulling Lawrence's gaze back from the sky.
He turned around, and there was Tanya, her physique marvelous in a different way from Holo's, waving to him.
Lawrence waved back and murmured to himself, "Maybe I should eat all the bread, just to show how much I love my wife."
Acorn bread was bitter and hard.
Just like the tales people unknowingly left behind in this world.
No, maybe I should leave at least one loaf for Holo, Lawrence thought with a quiet smile.
***
Late that night, Lawrence suddenly awoke in a chill. Half-asleep, he pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and began to search around inside of it—something was missing. There should have been some fluffy fur of a very different make than the blanket.
What's more, it was the genuine fur of a living creature that emanated its own body heat, and there was nothing warmer than pulling both the fur and its owner deep into his arms. The only flaw was the fact that the fur's owner was a terrible sleeper, but so long as she did not headbutt him, Lawrence was confident he could sleep soundly until morning, even in the dead of winter.
No matter how long he groped around in the dark, however, he could not find what he was looking for in the blanket. Had she gone to drink some water outside, he wondered, cracking his eyes open, and that was when he realized what it was.
Holo had left the night three days prior.
With nowhere for his hands to go, he placed them on his chest. From the gaps in the windows, the moonlight streamed onto the ceiling, drawing streaks like a beast's claw marks. Dawn was still far off.
He rubbed his face with his hands and let out a small sigh.
That first night had been so much easier alone.
Ever since they left their bathhouse in Nyohhira to go on a journey, Holo had steadily began to drink more and more alcohol, either because of the feeling of freedom traveling offered her or because she no longer had a need to act like a dignified adult before her daughter. She liked to let the buzz put her to sleep, so he constantly had to take care of this and that before going to bed himself. Of course, Lawrence did not hate these duties of his, and Holo probably was only partially pretending to be drunk, fully enjoying being pampered, but it was still a hassle all the same.

Output:
On the second night, he found himself restless with nothing to do.
Lawrence was staying at the lodging quarters in the cathedral of the Vallan Bishopric. The one looking after the place was a female priest who was an old acquaintance of his named Elsa, and she was not the sort to while away the long hours of the night with drink and chatter. She would finish eating her simple dinner before sundown, offer a long prayer to God afterward, then soon hurry off to bed so as not to waste any candles. The one thing she said before bed was, "May tomorrow be another quiet day."
Holo was the exact opposite—she cherished feasts and any opportunity she had to drink. "We traveled a lot today, so let us drink; absolutely nothing happened today, so let us drink; and we cannot let the day end so early, so let us keep the candles lit."
Even before she let her tipsiness lull her into sleep, she would often mumble about what might be on the menu for the following day's breakfast.
It was normal for him to spend nights with her like that, so to be sent to bed so early left him feeling restless and idle, as though he still had things to take care of and energy to spare. Though he eventually caved and took out the drink, it felt strange to have it by himself, so he gave up on that as well and had no choice but to simply sleep early.
On the third night, Tanya came down from the mountain. She was the embodiment of a squirrel who took on an important role in the myth of the angel of the cursed mountain, passed down through the Vallan Bishopric. It was only a few days ago that Lawrence both figured out the secret left behind in the mountain and solved the alchemists' mystery; ever since, Tanya looked at him with glittering eyes, which embarrassed him a little.
The thing she had been focusing all her energy on these past few days was drafting up a plan that would establish the sites for timber cutting and charcoal burning on the old mining—and now "cursed"—mountain. Holo had left three days prior for exactly that same reason—she was delivering a letter that proposed selling the mountain to their old acquaintances at the Debau Company. It would not take long for the mountain to go bare again if it simply reopened as a mine, so they proposed that the company buy the land primarily for timber and charcoal burning.
Tanya, who had spent many long years bringing greenery back to the barren mountain, was fervently drawing up a plan that would allow the greatest possible profit while keeping the mountain's lush foliage in place.
And so she feverishly begged Lawrence for answers to questions like what types of trees did she need to grow or what age tree sold for the most money. The girl, normally round as a ball when she was in her squirrel form, was mild mannered and as absentminded as she looked, but she could also be surprisingly tenacious and determined. Moreover, she regarded him as a hero, which he found to be incredibly moving as he offered her his thoughts.
She was entirely different from Holo, who would never remember the types of coins no matter how many times she was taught, who was smart but grew bored quickly, who enjoyed herself the most whenever she was mischievously play-biting him. And that was to say nothing when compared to his daughter, Myuri, who inherited a great deal of Holo's blood and boasted a youthful tomboyishness on top of that...With a sigh for what could've been, Lawrence readily counseled the passionate Tanya.