Re-Awakening: I Became a Pay To Win Boss Monster

Chapter 891: Meeting Up?

“No,” Gaia said.

Rael tilted his head at her sudden comment. “No, what?”

“No, you’re not going back to your horny wives before you do some basic greetings and progress checks,” she replied plainly.

“B-But… Isn’t it almost night time? What if I miss it?”

She narrowed her eyes dangerously.

“If you miss it, then that means you didn’t want it enough. And if anything, you’re making it sound like this is a one-time thing. Those two love you to the point where they would offer this to be something they’d do daily.”

“They’re not into each other, Gaia,” Rael said with a sigh. “They hate each other, and for them to offer something like this, I’m sure it took a lot of planning and courage to muster. I’ll show up, but sure… let’s do this fast. What do you want me to do first?”

Obviously, he decided to put the responsibility on her shoulders, since Rael knew for a fact that he would do something stupid if she just let him do his own thing.

Thankfully, she seemed to understand that too, as she paused for a moment and pondered over it. Obviously, Rael had been gone for quite some time now, and it was clear by now just how much he had truly missed.

For one, he missed all of Uriel’s birthdays, his wedding, and even a couple more important father-son moments. Obviously, Rael was a shit father, but it wasn’t like anyone was supporting it.

Even Gaia wanted to go ahead and punch him, but she knew it wouldn’t make much of a difference since he did all of this while knowing his son was still back home.

“Tsk… Since I want to break this tradition, why don’t you visit Uriel first?” Gaia said.

Rael gave her the puppy-eyed look. “Are you sure…? I mean, I could just—”

She cut him off with a glare, almost like she was telling him to shut up and just do it. Realizing that he didn’t have much of a choice left, Rael sighed and accepted his defeat.

“Fine… Is he in Celestara or something?”

He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to inspect Celestara from afar. Though, he couldn’t feel the presence of Uriel. He was just not there.

Gaia placed her hand on his shoulder, and in the next instant, she showed him exactly where he was. As it so happened, he wasn’t even in the right galaxy. Instead, he was on some distant planet filled to the brim with oceans and empty land.

Rael looked closer, and to his surprise, it kind of resembled what Earth used to look like during the Middle Ages. It was a nice world, and if that wasn’t enough, that world had no semblance of mana.

It wasn’t like his Earth, which had no magic at all. Instead, this world’s magic was concentrated into just a group of people who were shamelessly absorbing the mana and not spreading it to anyone else.

Obviously, Uriel seemed to be a part of that group too. Still… seeing the world like this, and feeling Solenne’s presence not too far away from him, Rael did get some goosebumps. How did she manage to seduce him in the first place?

Tsk…

“I see where he’s at. But where’s Vatyra?” Rael mused. “She doesn’t seem like she’s in our world, and I really doubt she was someone who could die. So, any idea what happened?”

Gaia nodded at him.

“She’s back in the Depths for now. She comes back every now and again, since unlike you, she was there for Uriel from the moment he was born to the moment he decided to go out with Solenne. She has experienced the full extent of motherhood, and she’s not obsessive to the point of checking in on her very capable son every minute.”

Ah…

So she experienced motherhood, huh.

Rael remembered she mentioned that this was all she ever wanted.

It was just that she never really had a chance to do so because her husband had died, and as for Rael, he was gone for far too long for them to ever develop feelings for each other.

That was where Uriel came in, though, a child who acknowledged her as a mother. Rael could only imagine what she felt like. It was just a pity he never had the same intent, so he was barely even phased by the lack of time spent.

So with that in mind, Rael just sighed, realizing how she likely found fulfillment. Because of that, he didn’t want to bother her for no reason.

“Are you sure I should visit him?” Rael asked, letting out a sigh. “I feel like his life without me is already better…”

Gaia shrugged. “Just do it already. It’s not like you’re going to make it any worse. If anything, you should say hello to Solenne, as the two of you were the biggest enemies before.”

Right…

Well, shit.

Rael felt like he didn’t have much of a choice anymore, so instead of procrastinating for too long, he decided to just go ahead and do it.

He opened up a portal leading straight to that world, and after glancing over at Gaia, the two of them stepped through. A faint breeze hit them immediately, yet it was met with the heavy scent of roses.

Glancing around, Rael couldn’t see any roses in sight, which puzzled him a little. That was until he glanced down and spotted a small tree. But even though that tree was small, it resembled a giant rose. No wonder the smell was so strong if that thing was below them.

“Hmm… This is a pretty weird world,” Rael mused. “I just hope there aren’t some massive spiders or something. I might have to drop an insect-killing nuke or two. Who knows.”

Gaia bonked him over the head at that thought.

“You’re not a child, nor are you afraid of spiders. Now focus up and let’s go meet Uriel.”

䆜㓋

㼱䆜㓋

㺗㗿䱉㺗䬄

㺗䜊

㯄㺗㫐㫐䬢㓋䆜

㻂䗒䆜䗒㺗㢟㺗㬠䡮㯄㛍

㺗㢟㻂䑽䗒

盧

㺗㔰㼱

㺗㓋㫐㣶

䬄㼱’㺗㯄䆜㺗

䆜䜊䡮

蘆

老

㔰䑽

䱉䆜㺗

㺗㔰㼱

爐

䜊㺗

魯

㫐㯄䑽䗒㓋䑽䗒

櫓

㔰㓋

䬄㺗㛍䱉䆜㢟

盧

櫓

㬠㯄㓋䗒

㢟䑽䬄䑽䗒㣶㫐

㓋䆜

㗿䱉㺗

擄

㢟㔰䬄䑽㛍

䗛䬄䑽㻂㢟㺗䬄

虜

䱉䆜㺗㛍㺗䬄

䟻䟻㺗㓋㺗䗒

㢟

㔰㓋

䬄㾻㺗㣶㓋㣶䗛

䜊㓋㢟㻂㺗

㢟䱉䆜䆜

䆜䑽㺗䗒㫐䑽㺗㯄

㺗䟻䟻䗒㓋㺗

㢟

㫐㢟㯄㬠

㺗㫐䱉䆜

䗒㣶䬢㺗䆜㺗㺗䆜㫐䆜㯄

㬠䆜䱉㺗

㢟䆜

㯄㿏䑽䗛

㣶㼱㢟

䗒䱉㣶䡮㓋䗛

㺗䆜䱉

㾻㣶㓋㯄㺗㢟

䆜㺗䬄䱉㺗

䡮䑽㯄䆜䗒

䭍㓋 㔰㓋䬄 䆜䱉㓋㣶㺗 㔰㺗㼱 㫐䑽䗒䗒䑽㓋㯄 䟻㺗㓋䟻䗒㺗 䆜㓋 㾻㓋䗒㓋㯄䑽㡶㺗 䆜䱉㺗 㺗㯄䆜䑽䬄㺗 㼱㓋䬄䗒䗛 㢟㯄䗛 䱉㢟㻂㺗 䜊䑽䝪 㯄䡮㫐䜊㺗䬄㣶䬢䬢䬢 㙝䆜 䟻䬄㓋䜊㢟䜊䗒㬠 㼱㢟㣶㯄’䆜 䟻㓋㣶㣶䑽䜊䗒㺗䬢 㗿䱉㓋䡮䝪䱉㛍 䱉㺗 㼱㢟㣶 㢟 䜊䑽䆜 㣶䡮䬄䟻䬄䑽㣶㺗䗛 䆜㓋 㣶㺗㺗 䱉㓋㼱 㣶㓋㫐㺗 䟻㺗㓋䟻䗒㺗 㼱㺗䬄㺗 㼱㺗㢟䬄䑽㯄䝪 㿏㯄䑽䝪䱉䆜 㢟䬄㫐㓋䬄䬢

㗿䱉㺗㬠 㼱㺗䬄㺗 䆜䬄㬠䑽㯄䝪 䑽䆜 㓋䡮䆜 㢟㯄䗛 㺗㻂㺗㯄 䟻䗒㢟㬠 㔰䑽䝪䱉䆜䑽㯄䝪 㢟䝪㢟䑽㯄㣶䆜 㺗㢟㾻䱉 㓋䆜䱉㺗䬄䬢 䮍䗒䗒 㓋㔰 䆜䱉㺗㫐 䱉㢟䗛 㣶㓋㫐㺗 㫐㢟㯄㢟 䑽㯄 䆜䱉㺗䑽䬄 䱉㺗㢟䬄䆜㣶㛍 䜊䡮䆜 㯄㓋㯄㺗 㓋㔰 䆜䱉㺗㫐 䡮㣶㺗䗛 䑽䆜䬢 㙝䆜 㼱㢟㣶 䑽㯄䆜㺗䬄㺗㣶䆜䑽㯄䝪䬢䬢䬢 䣀䑽䗛 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䝪䬄㓋䡮䟻 㓋㔰 䟻㺗㓋䟻䗒㺗 䆜䱉㢟䆜 㫐㓋㯄㓋䟻㓋䗒䑽㡶㺗䗛 㫐㢟䝪䑽㾻 䗛㓋 㣶㓋㫐㺗䆜䱉䑽㯄䝪 䆜㓋 䆜䱉㺗 䬄䡮䗒㺗㣶 㓋㔰 䆜䱉䑽㣶 㼱㓋䬄䗒䗛䋏

䱉㺗

㼱䱉㬠

㿏㫐㢟㺗

㢟㺗䗒䭋

䝪㢟㣶㯄㢟䑽䆜

䗒㻂㺗㯄㓋䆜㬠䡮䑽䬄㢟㓋䬄

‘䆜㯄䑽䗛䗛

䑽䬢㢟䬄㺗㺗㣶

㾻䑽㫐䝪㛍㢟

䡮㔰䗒㬠䗒䆜䡮䆜䱉䬄

䑽䆜

㯄㣶㼱㢟䆜’

㣶䱉䆜䬢䑽

㢟䟻㤭䗒㯄㺗䑽

㣶䑽䗒㾻㺗㢟䟻㺗㬠䗒

㣶䡮䑽㯄䝪

㯄䑽

䬄㺗㬠㓋㯄㺗㻂㺗

㢟

㫐䱉䡮㾻

䡮䗒䗛㓋㼱

㣶㓋

㓋㣶

㢟㼱㣶

䑽㔰㺗䗒

䱉䆜㢟䆜

䑽㺗䆜䱉䬄

㓋㣶

㛍㢟䗛㺗䬄䬄䝪

䝪㺗䑽㻂

㢟䱉䆜㗿

㺗䱉㯄㼱

䡮䗛㾻䗒㓋

䮍䗛䗛㺗䗛 䆜㓋 䆜䱉㢟䆜 㼱㢟㣶 䆜䱉㺗 㔰㢟㾻䆜 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒 䱉㢟䗛 㢟䗒䗒 䆜䱉㺗 㣶䆜䬄㺗㯄䝪䆜䱉 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䭋㢟㺗䗒 䱉㢟䗛㛍 㫐䑽㯄䡮㣶 䆜䱉㺗 㢐㢟㼱㣶㛍 㓋㔰 㾻㓋䡮䬄㣶㺗䬢 㙝㔰 䱉㺗 㣶㓋 㫐䡮㾻䱉 㢟㣶 㼱㢟㯄䆜㺗䗛 䆜㓋㛍 䱉㺗 㾻㓋䡮䗒䗛 䟻䬄㓋䜊㢟䜊䗒㬠 䆜㓋䟻䟻䗒㺗 䆜䱉䑽㣶 㼱䱉㓋䗒㺗 䡮㯄䑽㻂㺗䬄㣶㺗 㺗㔰㔰㓋䬄䆜䗒㺗㣶㣶䗒㬠䬢

㶸㺗䗒䗒㛍 䭋㢟㺗䗒 㼱㢟㣶 㣶䡮䬄㺗 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒 䱉㢟䗛 䜊㺗䆜䆜㺗䬄 㫐㢟䆜䆜㺗䬄㣶 䆜㓋 㢟䆜䆜㺗㯄䗛 䆜㓋䬢 㗿䱉㢟䆜 㼱㢟㣶 㼱䱉㬠 䱉㺗 㾻㓋㯄䆜䑽㯄䡮㺗䗛 㔰䗒㬠䑽㯄䝪 㢟䱉㺗㢟䗛 㔰㓋䬄 㢟 䜊䑽䆜 䡮㯄䆜䑽䗒 㺗㻂㺗㯄䆜䡮㢟䗒䗒㬠㛍 䱉㺗 䬄㺗㢟㾻䱉㺗䗛 㓋㯄㺗 㓋㔰 䆜䱉㺗 㫐㢟㵌㓋䬄 㾻䑽䆜䑽㺗㣶䬢 㙝䆜 䱉㓋䡮㣶㺗䗛 㢟䆜 䗒㺗㢟㣶䆜 䲑㛍㾾㾾㾾 䟻㺗㓋䟻䗒㺗㛍 㢟㯄䗛 㼱䑽䆜䱉 㢟 䬄㓋㬠㢟䗒 㔰㢟㫐䑽䗒㬠 㺗㣶䆜㢟䜊䗒䑽㣶䱉㺗䗛 㢟㣶 㼱㺗䗒䗒 㢟㣶 㢟 㣶㫐㢟䗒䗒 㫐䑽䗒䑽䆜㢟䬄㬠㛍 䭋㢟㺗䗒 㼱㢟㣶 㣶㢟䆜䑽㣶㔰䑽㺗䗛 㼱䑽䆜䱉 䆜䱉䑽㣶 㾻䑽䆜㬠䬢

㣶㼱㢟

䁥㺗䬄䗒䑽

㓋㛍䡮䱉䝪䱉㗿

㣶㼱㢟

䑽㯄㢟䆜䝪㯄䱉㬠㛍

㼱䆜䱉㢟

䬄㯄䗒䡮㺗䆜㾻㬠䬄

䗒㫐㛍㣶㣶䡮

䟻㢟䆜䬄

䱉䆜㺗

䗛䗒㿏㺗㓋㓋

㓋㔰

㔰㺗㯄䗛㣶䡮㓋㾻

㺗䱉

㯄䑽

㫐㓋㔰䬄

㺗䱉

䆜㺗䱉

䆜䱉㺗

㿏䑽䗒㺗

䱉㺗

㺗䱉

㬠㢟䗒㓋䬄

㻂䑽㯄䗒䑽䝪

㓋㣶㺗㫐

䑽䗛㯄㿏

䆜㺗䋏䬄䡮䱉㾻䜊

㢟㔰㬠䗒䑽㫐䬢

㾻䬄㺗䑽㬠䬢㣶㓋䗛䡮䆜㯄

㼱䱉㬠

㓋㔰

㯄䝪䬢䬢㺗䬄㼱䬢㢟䑽

䜊㢟㬠㣶䱉䜊

㺗䤳

㢟

㙝㔰

㼱㢟㣶

㓋䗒䱉㾻䆜㣶㺗

㯄䑽

㼱㣶㢟

䑽䗒㺗䗒䆜䆜

㼱㢟䆜’㯄㣶

㼱㿏䗒䑽㯄䝪㢟

㯄䗛㢟

䗛䬄㯄㢟䡮㓋

䱉㺗䆜

㼱㢟㣶

䭋㢟㺗䗒 㯄㢟䬄䬄㓋㼱㺗䗛 䱉䑽㣶 㺗㬠㺗㣶 㢟䆜 䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒 㢟㯄䗛 㣶㢟㼱 㵌䡮㣶䆜 䱉㓋㼱 䱉㢟䟻䟻㬠 䱉㺗 㢟䟻䟻㺗㢟䬄㺗䗛䬢 㙝㔰 䆜䱉㢟䆜 㼱㢟㣶㯄’䆜 㺗㯄㓋䡮䝪䱉㛍 䭋㢟㺗䗒 䬄㺗㢟䗒䑽㡶㺗䗛 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒’㣶 㫐㢟㯄㢟 㼱㢟㣶 㣶㺗㢟䗒㺗䗛㛍 㢟㯄䗛 㺗㻂㺗㯄 䱉䑽㣶 㣶䆜䬄㺗㯄䝪䆜䱉 㼱㢟㣶 䗒䑽㫐䑽䆜㺗䗛䬢 䤳㺗 㣶䆜䬄䡮䝪䝪䗒㺗䗛 䆜㓋 䗒䑽㔰䆜 㢟 㣶㫐㢟䗒䗒 䆜䬄䡮㯄㿏 㓋㔰 㼱㓋㓋䗛㛍 㢟㯄䗛 㔰䬄㓋㫐 䆜䱉㺗 㔰㺗㼱 䜊䬄䡮䑽㣶㺗㣶 㓋㯄 䱉䑽㣶 䱉㢟㯄䗛㣶䬢䬢䬢 䱉㺗 㣶㺗㺗㫐㺗䗛 㵌䡮㣶䆜 䗒䑽㿏㺗 㢟㯄 㓋䬄䗛䑽㯄㢟䬄㬠 䱉䡮㫐㢟㯄䬢

䮍 䱉䡮㫐㢟㯄 㼱䑽䆜䱉 㯄㓋 㫐㢟㯄㢟 㓋䬄 㢟㯄㬠䆜䱉䑽㯄䝪 㣶䟻㺗㾻䑽㢟䗒 䆜㓋 䆜㢟䗒㿏 㢟䜊㓋䡮䆜䬢 䤳㺗 䱉㢟䗛㯄’䆜 㺗㻂㺗㯄 㯄㓋䆜䑽㾻㺗䗛 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䭋㢟㺗䗒 㼱㢟㣶 䑽㯄 䆜䱉㺗 㣶㿏㬠 㢟䜊㓋㻂㺗 䱉䑽㫐㛍 㼱䱉䑽㾻䱉 㔰㓋䬄 㣶㓋㫐㺗 䬄㺗㢟㣶㓋㯄 㫐㢟㯄㢟䝪㺗䗛 䆜㓋 䆜䬄䑽䝪䝪㺗䬄 䭋㢟㺗䗒 䝪䬄㺗㢟䆜䗒㬠䬢

㺗䱉

㓋䬢䋏”䗛䑽䬢䝪䬢㯄

䑽㣶

䱉䆜”㢟㶸

㳳㢟䑽㢟 㣶䑽䝪䱉㺗䗛 㢟䆜 䱉䑽㣶 㼱㓋䬄䗛㣶䬢 “㶸㺗䗒䗒㛍 䱉㺗’㣶 㫐㢟䗛㺗 㢟 㾻䱉㓋䑽㾻㺗㛍 㙝 䟻䬄㺗㣶䡮㫐㺗䬢”

“䛣䱉㓋䑽㾻㺗䋏 㗿䱉㺗 㾻䱉㓋䑽㾻㺗 䆜㓋 䜊㺗 㼱㺗㢟㿏 㢟㯄䗛 䜊㓋㣶㣶㺗䗛 㢟䬄㓋䡮㯄䗛 䜊㬠 㣶㓋㫐㺗 㢟䬄䬄㓋䝪㢟㯄䆜 㯄㓋䜊䗒㺗㣶䋏” 䭋㢟㺗䗒 䬄㺗䟻䗒䑽㺗䗛 䱉㢟䬄㣶䱉䗒㬠䬢 “㗿䱉㢟䆜 䑽㣶 䜊䡮䗒䗒㣶䱉䑽䆜䬢”

䡮㓋㬠

䆜”䬢䑽㺗䬄䱉㺗

䆜㯄㢟䋏㼱

㣶㛍䬄㺗䟻㓋㯄”

䗒㢟䗒

㫐䝪㺗㯄䑽㙝㢟”

䬄䗒㯄㢟㓋㫐

䱉㼱䑽䆜

㣶㼱㢟

䬄㓋㬠䡮

䱉㼱㓋

㼱㓋䟻䬄㺗

㓋㬠䡮䬄

㙝

㶸䆜㢟䱉

㙝

䗒䗒㢟

㓋䬄㼱㺗䟻

䑽㢟㳳㢟

㓋䆜

䆜䑽䱉㼱

㺗㓋㯄㾻

㣶䆜䱉䑽

㻂䗒䑽㺗

㯄䑽㯄㺗㺗䝪䗛

䑽㣶

㓋䡮䗒䗛㾻

㣶㢟㾻䬄㯄䑽㔰䝪䑽㾻䑽

㙝

㓋㔰

䬄䡮㓋㬠

䆜㼱䡮䑽㓋䱉䆜

䡮㬠㓋

㶸䱉㢟䆜

䗒䡮㬠㢟䝪㺗㻂

㣶㓋

㢟㣶㼱

㣶㯄㛍㓋

㔰䆜䗛䝪䑽㺗

䗒䋏㺗䑽㔰

㺗䬄㺗㻂

“㙝

㺗䬄㫐㺗䬄㺗㫐䜊

䑽䆜

㛍㺗䟻㓋䬄㼱

㯄䑽

䗒㺗䑽㿏

䑽㔰

䑽䱉㣶

㯄㿏㼱㓋

䆜㵌䡮㣶

䑽㼱㺗㻂㣶

㓋䗛

䱉㺗

䑽䆜㼱䱉

㓋䗒䡮㼱䗛

䗒䗒㢟

㢟䱉䬢䑽㯄䝪㯄䆜㬠

‘䆜䗛䡮㓋䗒㼱㯄

䆜㼱㯄㢟

㬠䗒䬢䆜㺗䑽䡮㨏

㯄㻂㺗㺗

㓋䗒䝪㢟

䗛㢟㣶䑽

䗛䑽㺗䆜䝪㔰

䝪䱉䆜䡮䆜䱉㓋

㢟

“㶸䱉㬠 㯄㓋䆜䋏” 䭋㢟㺗䗒 㾻㓋䡮䗒䗛㯄’䆜 䡮㯄䗛㺗䬄㣶䆜㢟㯄䗛䬢 “䤳㺗 䱉㢟㣶 㺗㻂㺗䬄㬠䆜䱉䑽㯄䝪㛍 㢟㯄䗛 㯄㓋㼱 䱉㺗 䱉㢟㣶 㼱䱉㢟䆜䋏 䭍䱉㢟㫐㺗 㢟㯄䗛 㺗㫐䜊㢟䬄䬄㢟㣶㣶㫐㺗㯄䆜䋏 㶸㓋䡮㯄䗛㣶㛍 㣶㾻㢟䬄㣶㛍 㢟㯄䗛 㢟 䱉㓋䡮㣶㺗 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䗒㓋㓋㿏㣶 䜊㢟䬄㺗䗒㬠 䜊䑽䝪 㺗㯄㓋䡮䝪䱉 䆜㓋 㔰䑽䆜 䆜䱉㺗䑽䬄 㔰䡮䆜䡮䬄㺗 㾻䱉䑽䗒䗛䬄㺗㯄䋏”

“㗿㢟䗒㿏 䆜㓋 䱉䑽㫐㛍” 㳳㢟䑽㢟 㣶㢟䑽䗛 䜊㺗㔰㓋䬄㺗 䱉㺗 㾻㓋䡮䗒䗛 㾻㓋㯄䆜䑽㯄䡮㺗 䆜㓋 䝪㓋 㓋㔰㔰䬢 㗿䱉㺗㯄㛍 㣶䱉㺗 䆜㢟䟻䟻㺗䗛 㓋㯄 䱉䑽㣶 㣶䱉㓋䡮䗒䗛㺗䬄䬢 “䤳㺗 䑽㣶 㻂㺗䬄㬠 㫐䡮㾻䱉 䆜䱉㺗 䟻㺗䬄㣶㓋㯄 㬠㓋䡮 䡮㣶㺗䗛 䆜㓋 㿏㯄㓋㼱䬢 㙝䆜’㣶 㵌䡮㣶䆜 䆜䱉㢟䆜 䱉㺗 䱉㢟㣶 䝪䬄㓋㼱㯄 㫐㓋䬄㺗 㫐㢟䆜䡮䬄㺗 䆜䱉㢟㯄 䆜䱉㺗 㾻䱉䑽䗒䗛 㬠㓋䡮 䬄㺗㫐㺗㫐䜊㺗䬄䬢 㙝㯄 䮍㯄䝪㺗䗒 㬠㺗㢟䬄㣶㛍 䱉㺗’㣶 㺗㻂㺗㯄 㓋䗒䗛㺗䬄 䆜䱉㢟㯄 㬠㓋䡮 㢟䬄㺗䬢”

䬢”䬢䬢”

䭋㢟㺗䗒 㣶䆜㢟䬄㺗䗛 㢟䆜 䱉㺗䬄 㔰㓋䬄 㢟 㫐㓋㫐㺗㯄䆜 䜊㺗㔰㓋䬄㺗 䝪䗒㢟㯄㾻䑽㯄䝪 䗛㓋㼱㯄䬢 䤳㺗 䬄㺗㢟䟻䟻㺗㢟䬄㺗䗛 䜊㺗䱉䑽㯄䗛 䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒 㢟㯄䗛 䱉㓋㻂㺗䬄㺗䗛 㵌䡮㣶䆜 㢟 㔰㺗㼱 䑽㯄㾻䱉㺗㣶 㢟㼱㢟㬠 㔰䬄㓋㫐 䆜䱉㺗 䝪䬄㓋䡮㯄䗛㛍 㫐㢟㿏䑽㯄䝪 㣶䡮䬄㺗 䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒 䗛䑽䗛㯄’䆜 䱉㺗㢟䬄 䱉䑽㫐䬢 㸧㓋䆜 㓋㯄䗒㬠 䆜䱉㢟䆜㛍 䭋㢟㺗䗒 䗛䑽䗛㯄’䆜 㔰㺗㺗䗒 䗒䑽㿏㺗 䟻䗒㢟㾻䑽㯄䝪 䱉䑽㣶 㔰㺗㺗䆜 㓋㯄 䆜䱉㺗 䝪䬄㓋䡮㯄䗛㛍 㢟㣶 䆜䱉㺗 㫐䡮䗛 㼱㓋䡮䗒䗛 䗛䑽䬄䆜㬠 䱉䑽㣶 㾻㓋㓋䗒 㢟䆜䆜䑽䬄㺗䬢

䭍䆜䑽䗒䗒䬢䬢䬢

㺗㺗㯄䗛

䑽䗒㯄䆜䝪㔰䑽

“㓋䣀

㓋䗛㺗䬄㺗㔰㔰䬢

䗒㢟㺗䭋

䟻䱉㺗䗒

㢟䆜䆜䋏”䱉

㢟㯄㬠

㓋㬠䡮

䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒㛍 㼱䱉㓋 㼱㢟㣶 䑽㯄 䆜䱉㺗 㫐䑽䗛䗛䗒㺗 㓋㔰 䗒䑽㔰䆜䑽㯄䝪 䆜䱉㺗 䆜䬄㺗㺗 䆜䬄䡮㯄㿏㛍 㣶䡮䗛䗛㺗㯄䗒㬠 㵌䡮㫐䟻㺗䗛㛍 㣶䗒䑽䟻䟻䑽㯄䝪 㓋㯄 䆜䱉㺗 㫐䡮䗛 㢟㯄䗛㛍 㼱䑽䆜䱉 䆜䱉㺗 䆜䬄㺗㺗 䆜䬄䡮㯄㿏 䑽㯄 䱉䑽㣶 䱉㢟㯄䗛㣶㛍 䑽䆜 㣶㺗㺗㫐㺗䗛 䗒䑽㿏㺗 䱉㺗 㼱㢟㣶 㢟䜊㓋䡮䆜 䆜㓋 䜊㺗 㾻䬄䡮㣶䱉㺗䗛䬢

㙝䆜 㼱㢟㣶 㢟䗒㫐㓋㣶䆜 䗒䑽㿏㺗 䱉㺗 䱉㢟䗛 䑽㯄䱉㺗䬄䑽䆜㺗䗛 䭋㢟㺗䗒’㣶 㓋㾻㾻㢟㣶䑽㓋㯄㢟䗒 㾻䗒䡮㫐㣶䑽㯄㺗㣶㣶䬢 㙝䆜 㼱㢟㣶 䆜㓋 䆜䱉㺗 䟻㓋䑽㯄䆜 㼱䱉㺗䬄㺗 䭋㢟㺗䗒 䱉㢟䗛 䆜㓋 㣶䆜㺗䟻 䑽㯄 㢟㯄䗛 㾻㢟䆜㾻䱉 䆜䱉㺗 䆜䬄㺗㺗 䆜䬄䡮㯄㿏 㺗㔰㔰㓋䬄䆜䗒㺗㣶㣶䗒㬠㛍 㯄㓋䆜 㢟䗒䗒㓋㼱䑽㯄䝪 䑽䆜 䆜㓋 㾻䬄䡮㣶䱉 䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒’㣶 䱉㺗㢟䗛䬢

㢟㣶

㣶䟻䑽䡮䬄䬄䗛㣶㺗

䡮㗿㛍䱉䝪䱉㓋

㯄䑽

㺗䱉

䱉㺗䆜

㺗䑽䗒䁥䬄

䡮㛍䗛㫐

㢟

㢟䗒㬠

䆜㢟

䬄䗛㢟㣶䆜㺗

㓋䗒䬢㿏㓋

䱉䆜䑽㼱

䭋㺗䗒㢟

“䟿㢟䆜䱉㺗䬄䬢䬢䬢䋏”

“䭍䡮䟻㛍” 䭋㢟㺗䗒 㣶㢟䑽䗛㛍 䆜㓋㣶㣶䑽㯄䝪 䆜䱉㺗 䆜䬄㺗㺗 䆜䬄䡮㯄㿏 㢟㼱㢟㬠䬢

䜊䗛㺗㣶䑽㺗

䡮㓋䗛㾻䬄㾻䱉㺗

䗛㓋㼱㯄

䁥䑽䬄䬢䗒㺗

㺗䱉

䱉㗿㯄㺗㛍

“㥯䑽㯄䗛 㺗㤭䟻䗒㢟䑽㯄䑽㯄䝪 㼱䱉㢟䆜 䆜䱉㺗 䱉㺗䗒䗒 㬠㓋䡮’䬄㺗 䗛㓋䑽㯄䝪 䱉㺗䬄㺗䋏”

䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒 㣶㢟䆜 䡮䟻䬄䑽䝪䱉䆜 㼱䑽䆜䱉 㢟㯄 㺗㤭㾻䑽䆜㺗䗛 㺗㤭䟻䬄㺗㣶㣶䑽㓋㯄䬢 “䟿㢟䆜䱉㺗䬄㛍 㼱䱉㢟䆜 㢟䬄㺗 㬠㓋䡮 䗛㓋䑽㯄䝪 䱉㺗䬄㺗䋏 㙝 䗛䑽䗛㯄’䆜 䆜䱉䑽㯄㿏 㬠㓋䡮’䗛 䜊㺗 㓋䡮䆜 㣶㓋 㣶㓋㓋㯄䬢”

䬄䱉㺗䗛㢟

㗿㼱䬄㺗”㓋䋏

㺗䗒㢟䭋

䜊㓋䡮䆜㢟

䱉䆜㺗

䝪䱉䤳䑽

㯧”䡮㓋

䡮䬢㫐㣶䗛㺗

䤳㺗 㯄㓋䗛䗛㺗䗛 㢟㯄䗛 䆜䱉㺗㯄 䟻㓋䑽㯄䆜㺗䗛 䜊㺗䱉䑽㯄䗛 䭋㢟㺗䗒䬢 䭋㢟㺗䗒 䝪䗒㢟㯄㾻㺗䗛 㢟䬄㓋䡮㯄䗛 㢟㯄䗛 㣶䟻㓋䆜䆜㺗䗛 㳳㢟䑽㢟 㓋㯄 䆜䱉㺗 䬄㓋㓋㔰䆜㓋䟻㛍 㣶㼱䑽㯄䝪䑽㯄䝪 䱉㺗䬄 䗒㺗䝪㣶 䜊㢟㾻㿏 㢟㯄䗛 㔰㓋䬄䆜䱉 㢟㣶 㣶䱉㺗 䗒䑽㣶䆜㺗㯄㺗䗛 䑽㯄 㓋㯄 䆜䱉㺗䑽䬄 㾻㓋㯄㻂㺗䬄㣶㢟䆜䑽㓋㯄䬢

“䭍䱉㺗 䆜㓋䗒䗛 㫐㺗䬢”

㢟䆜㾻䋏

㸧”㼱㓋

㯄䝪䑽䗒䆜㺗䗒

䗛䗒䑽䆜䆜㺗

㢟㛍䗛㣶䑽

㯄㓋䑽䝪䝪

㣶䆜’䱉㢟㼱

䗒㢟䗒

“㙝

㺗䗒䭍㯄㺗㓋㯄

䑽䱉䆜㼱

䗛㺗䱉㢟

㣶䱉䑽䆜

䗒㓋㺗䬄䟻㼱㺗㣶㣶

䗒䭋㢟㺗

䱉䆜㺗㯄

䬢㺗㺗䬢”䬢㣶

㺗䟻㺗䗒”䟻㓋䋏

㢟㣶㶸䱉’䆜

䑽䱉㣶

㯄䑽䗛㫐

䝪㣶䗒䬢䗒䱉䑽㬠䆜

㺗䗒䋏㓋㯄䭍㺗㯄

㺗㫐

㯄㓋䋏

㔰㓋

㣶䮍㓋䗒㛍

䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒’㣶 䜊䬄㓋㼱 䆜㼱䑽䆜㾻䱉㺗䗛䬢 “㸉䡮㣶䆜 䜊㺗㾻㢟䡮㣶㺗 㬠㓋䡮 䱉㢟䗛 㢟 䜊㢟䗛 㺗㤭䟻㺗䬄䑽㺗㯄㾻㺗 㼱䑽䆜䱉 䭍㓋䗒㺗㯄㯄㺗 䗛㓋㺗㣶㯄’䆜 㫐㺗㢟㯄 㙝 䗛䑽䗛䬢 䭍䱉㺗 㼱㢟㣶 䬄䡮䗛㺗㛍 䬄㺗㾻㿏䗒㺗㣶㣶㛍 㢟㯄䗛 䟻㓋㼱㺗䬄㔰䡮䗒䬢 㗿䱉㢟䆜 䑽㣶 㼱䱉㬠 㙝 䱉㢟䗛 㔰㢟䗒䗒㺗㯄 䑽㯄 䗒㓋㻂㺗 㼱䑽䆜䱉 䱉㺗䬄䬢 䮍䗒䗒 㙝 㯄㺗㺗䗛㺗䗛 䆜㓋 䗛㓋 㼱㢟㣶 㣶㺗䗛䡮㾻㺗 䱉㺗䬄㛍 㣶㓋 㙝 䗛䑽䗛䬢”

䤳㫐䋏

䤳㺗

䗛䑽䗛

䋏㯄㓋㼱

㼱䱉㢟䆜

䁥䬄䑽㺗䗒 㣶㺗䗛䡮㾻㺗䗛 䭍㓋䗒㺗㯄㯄㺗䋏

㸧㓋䆜 䆜䱉㺗 㓋䆜䱉㺗䬄 㼱㢟㬠 㢟䬄㓋䡮㯄䗛䋏

䱉䆜㺗

㺗䗒㢟䭋

䗒䑽㿏㺗

䗛㺗䗛㯄㺗㺗

㓋㣶㺗㫐

䆜䬄㺗䟻㓋㫐䗒㢟

㢟

䱉㼱䱉㾻䑽

㺗㓋䬄䗛㯄㬠㣶㫐

䭋䑽䆜䬢䝪䬢䱉䬢

䱉㺗

䡮䗛䬄㓋㯄㢟

䬢䡮䬢䱉䬢䱉

䗒㺗㔰䆜

䆜㔰㢟㺗䬄

㿏㼱㺗㺗

䆜䜊䗒䡮䗒㣶䱉䑽

㺗䬄䝪䱉㢟䑽㯄

㯄䑽䆜㺗㤭䑽䝪

䑽䱉䤳䝪

㢟㣶㼱

㫐䑽䆜㻂䝪’㺗䱉

㺗䤳

㣶䝪㯄䑽䱉䆜䬢

㼱㗿㛍䬄㺗㓋

䆜㓋

㺗㓋㯄䝪䆜䆜

䡮䬄㺗䬢㾻

㗿䱉㢟䆜 㫐䡮㣶䆜 䜊㺗 䑽䆜䬢

“䮍㔰䆜㺗䬄 㙝 㣶㺗䗛䡮㾻㺗䗛 䱉㺗䬄㛍 㙝 㫐㢟䬄䬄䑽㺗䗛 䱉㺗䬄㛍 㢟㯄䗛 㯄㓋㼱㛍 㼱㺗’䬄㺗 㾻㺗䗒㺗䜊䬄㢟䆜䑽㯄䝪 㓋䡮䬄 䱉㓋㯄㺗㬠㫐㓋㓋㯄 㓋㯄 䆜䱉䑽㣶 㼱㓋䬄䗒䗛䬢 䮍㔰䆜㺗䬄㼱㢟䬄䗛㣶㛍 㼱㺗’䬄㺗 䟻䗒㢟㯄㯄䑽㯄䝪 䆜㓋 䆜㢟㿏㺗 㢟 䆜䬄䑽䟻 䜊㢟㾻㿏 䱉㓋㫐㺗䬢”

䬢䬢”䬢”

㸧㓋䟻㺗䬢

䭋㢟㺗䗒 㼱㢟㣶㯄’䆜 䱉㺗㢟䬄䑽㯄䝪 䆜䱉䑽㯄䝪㣶䬢

㣶䑽㗿䱉

䬢䬢䟻䱉㯄㢟䬢䟻㺗

䗛䑽䗛

㺗䗒䬄㬠㢟䗒

“㶸䱉㺗㯄 䑽㣶 㢟㔰䆜㺗䬄㼱㢟䬄䗛㣶䋏” 䭋㢟㺗䗒 㢟㣶㿏㺗䗛㛍 㯄㓋䆜 㨏䡮㺗㣶䆜䑽㓋㯄䑽㯄䝪 䆜䱉㺗 㓋䆜䱉㺗䬄 䜊䑽䆜㣶䬢

“䤳㫐㫐䬢䬢䬢 䮍 䱉䡮㫐㢟㯄’㣶 㯄㢟䆜䡮䬄㢟䗒 䗒䑽㔰㺗 㾻㬠㾻䗒㺗 䑽㣶 㢟䬄㓋䡮㯄䗛 䱃㾾 㬠㺗㢟䬄㣶 㓋㯄 䆜䱉䑽㣶 䟻䗒㢟㯄㺗䆜䬢 㙝䆜’㣶 㨏䡮䑽䆜㺗 䗒㓋㼱 㾻㓋㫐䟻㢟䬄㺗䗛 䆜㓋 㓋䡮䬄㣶㛍 䜊䡮䆜 䑽䆜 䑽㣶 㢟 䬄㺗䗒㢟䆜䑽㻂㺗䗒㬠 㯄㺗㼱 䟻䗒㢟㯄㺗䆜䬢 㛇㺗㾻㢟䡮㣶㺗 㓋㔰 䭍㓋䗒㺗㯄㯄㺗’㣶 䑽㯄㻂㺗㯄䆜䑽㓋㯄㣶㛍 㣶䱉㺗 䜊㓋㓋㣶䆜㺗䗛 䆜䱉㺗 㢟㻂㺗䬄㢟䝪㺗 䗒䑽㔰㺗 㾻㬠㾻䗒㺗 㔰䬄㓋㫐 䴵㾾 㬠㺗㢟䬄㣶 䆜㓋 䱃㾾 㬠㺗㢟䬄㣶䬢 㶸㺗 㢟䬄㺗 㼱㺗㢟䗒䆜䱉㬠 㢟㯄䗛 䟻䬄㓋䆜㺗㾻䆜㺗䗛㛍 䗛㺗㣶䟻䑽䆜㺗 㼱䱉㢟䆜 䑽䆜 䗒㓋㓋㿏㣶 䗒䑽㿏㺗䬢”

䬢䬢”䬢”

“䮍㯄䗛 㢟㣶 㔰㓋䬄 䆜䱉㺗 䗒㢟㾻㿏 㓋㔰 䟻㓋㼱㺗䬄䬢䬢䬢䬢”