Story of Longevity

　　 "The routine...? Everyone likes routines."

　　 Altaïr stopped for a while, then calculated the time and closed the lid.

　　 "That means, routine.

　　 People who have experienced hardships don’t seem to demand too much happiness. Even the mass-produced routine happiness is accepted ecstatically...I really don’t know if this is luck or misfortune. "

　　 There are many kinds of hardships and disasters, but there are few happy things. It can even be said that there is only one kind, and that is [No disaster].

　　Repetitive disasters and hardships will be tired of everyone at once, but happy things must be happiness no matter how many times they are repeated, otherwise they will be cast aside by those who want it but don't get it.

In the Garden of Departure, there are not so much people who have a strong obsession with desires, but people who have experienced unimaginable tragedies. If they can have the opportunity to be happy, there will be people who ask too much. What?

　　 "Suna, do you hate routines?"

　　Altaïr said as he took out the fruit to dice and make some salads.

　　 "Well... it's not so much disgusting as it is bored? If similar experiences are created by the same person, they will become similar anyway. This is the routine.

　　 Although I have always tried to avoid repetition of similar plots, in the end I found that I was simply lacking in strength.

　　 Before I have enough accumulation to create even better works, even if I rack my brains, I can only knit so many colors.

　　 But my self-esteem does not allow me to copy the previous things and fool others, so I am troubled. "

　　 Hearing Setsuna’s answer, Altaïr nodded and said:

"In an instant, you are a little different from the ordinary creators in the world. You are the first [guide] born in the garden of the death to confirm the coordinates. You neither need to fight for the difficulties of life, nor use works. To mock the disputes in the world.

　　 You are just creating for your own interests and helping others realize their wishes... isn't it? "

　　 Altaïr opened the lid again, and suddenly, a strong milky fragrance filled the whole room, and also evoked the hungry gluttons in Shimazaki's stomach.

"Uh, uh, yes, I just felt that my own death caused a lot of trouble for everyone at the beginning, so I can do what I can, and it is what I am good at and love. Of course I want to help everyone. ."

　　Altaïr calculated that the time was almost the same, and after a little stirring, he turned off the fire and finished.

　　 "So, at that moment, isn't it good to return to the original intention? You create for your own interests, you create for a better world, and if you feel that those commissions are boring, then you won't take them."

　　 Altaïr walked out of the kitchen with a small saucepan in an apron posture, placed the pot on the heat insulation mat in the center of the table, and said:

　　 "You are the first [guide] in the Garden of the Departures, and the authority on this aspect of the Garden of the Departures, but now you are not the only [guide]. Just leave it to someone else..."

　　 blocked the little hand that was about to lift the lid of the pot, Altaïr pointed to the ink trace on her hand and said:

　　 "Okay, now I go to wash my hands and prepare for the meal."

　　 "Ah, sorry, forgot, who told Al to cook too tempting."

　　 embarrassedly stuck his tongue out, and Shina stood up and ran towards the bathroom, and asked:

　　 "Al, do you mean to let me reject the task and ask the client to ask others?"

　　 "Well, it's a little bit different. Since the client found Setsuna you here, it means that he trusts your reputation or cannot trust others. I want to increase the success rate as much as possible..."

　　 "Huh? That means..."

　　 There was the sound of running water and moments of doubt in the bathroom.

　　 "Yes, although some fall into the clichés and deviate from the original mission system, but the person recommended by you personally may be more at ease for the client?"

　　 Altaïr put the salad and the plate and cutlery neatly on the table, put the stew, took off the apron, and quietly waited for his return in an instant.

　　 But the moment I returned to the dining table was not as full of energy as before.

　　 "Al, is the original pattern of interpersonal relationships and high-level recommendations formed like this?"

　　 Shimazaki Setsuna, she once died of suicide due to online violence and the pressure of interpersonal relationships. The reason is that she has been appreciated and promoted by seniors in the industry, and has been jealous of others.

　　 And now, more than twenty years have passed, but the form has reversed like a comedy.

　　 "Suna..."

　　 Altaïr reached out and held Shimazaki's cold little hand.

　　 "Well, it's okay, Al. Actually, I didn't care about it a long time ago, but now I suddenly feel a little confused. Obviously, the members in the Ark of the Great Realm are all good people... What am I losing?"

　　 Shimazaki Setsuna shook his head, showing a gentle smile:

　　 "Moreover, there is no way. There is no absolute criterion for the story work. It is good for anyone to recommend it by a trusted person."

　　Altaïr saw such a moment, and once again reviewed the [Population Development Direction Issue] raised by Xingke today, and then she shook the hand of Setsuna and said firmly:

　　 "It's okay, the inside of Ark will never develop into that muddy entertainment industry..."

　　 "Well, I believe you, let's eat first, we are hungry, and thinking about problems has become negative."

　　 said, Setsuna helped her glasses and folded her hands:

　　 "I'm going to start!~"

　　 "I'm going to start..."

　　Although Altaïr does not need to eat in theory, she likes this time when two people sit together for dinner every day, especially...

　　 "Well—it smells good!—"

　　 The happy expression of the person opposite is always the supreme reward for the cook!

　　 Maybe because of this, Altaïr has not allowed the [human body] to fade in an instant, right?

　　 "By the way~www.ltnovel.com~Suna, introduce a younger generation to you, right?"

　　 "...Junior? Are you Al's junior?" Susuna held a spoon and asked with some doubts.

　　Altaïr did not invite other people to enter the Ark of the Great Realm, but he rarely wanted to introduce it to Shi Na.

　　 "Um... it should be your younger generation to be exact?

　　 In addition to bringing the troublesome guy back when I went out this time, I also invited a [creator] to join the Hongjie Ark by the way.

　　 I should have mentioned that it was the girl who provided me with the landing coordinates..."

　　 "Oh, when I think of it, I wrote "The Timeline of the Divine Comedy? Altaïr Reverse" to restore the child who was my daughter...

　　 Speaking of it, Mr. Xingke is really too much. He has to write people as boys in books of another world... shouldn’t it be Al who became a boy..."

　　 The further Xiaosuna said, the more shy and shy he was, the lower his voice...

　　 "Uh, instant, what are you talking about..." Altaïr was full of black lines.

　　 "Ah!-Nothing! I mean, I want to get to know the kid who gave Al you time and ability!

Yes, it is like that……"

　　 Altaïr’s expression softened as he watched Setsuna’s blushing face and buried his head in the meal.

　　 Well, I have become energetic, just like this...