He was serious about this, Klein realized, shocked speechless. Kirito actually believed Tae might be from another world-
She never complains about forks.
It was a little thing, in a world full of monsters. But it was weird. Even after months here, Klein couldn’t shake a guilty sense that he should be using chopsticks, like any other grown man. But only a few places in Aincrad seemed to know what chopsticks were. And if you used them, all the NPCs looked at you funny.
“A play is a play,” Tae said, uncertain. “A story on a stage with actors. What else would it be?”
Kirito nodded. “And what do you hear when we say movie?”
Klein listened. Hard.
He heard the sounds. They definitely weren’t Japanese. So why did his brain keep insisting he’d heard eigu?
“Lledrith-arian,” Kirito said firmly. “The game translates into what you know. Once you know enough Draconic… I’ve heard a few things. Silver illusion. What is that, where you come from?”
“It’s… illusionist plays,” Tae said quietly. “Sometimes with players, sometimes not… they make stories with magical images, to show you things ordinary actors could never do on stage. Have a dragon show up. Or see someone turn to stone. Things like that.”
As if it were normal. As if there were nothing else a movie could be.
“Definitely have to get you to see Star Wars,” Dynamm said wryly.
Harry One had to shake his head before he found his voice. “Are you saying… you’re from a world where there really are FX wizards?”
Tae swallowed. “I… this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said anything-”
“Tae.” Kirito opened his inventory. “Harry. If you won’t believe her – maybe you’ll believe this.” Materializing a recording crystal, he tapped it.
“It’s not uncommon for young rangers to panic after their first summoning.” Vincent’s voice, low and deliberate. “Many of us have no elder mentors when we first nurture the wild lands. We protect the wild, knowing it will kill us if we are careless, or even unlucky. It shakes the soul to find that it will begin to care for us in return.” A soft breath. “A Moonsword draws on magic even more inhuman than the wild. I should have considered the reaction might be more intense. But there are none left who could have warned me. Or you.” A low growl. “Karrnath missed Stheno, despite their darkest magics. But Breland’s Dark Lanterns are skilled, and the gnomes of Zilargo had their own reasons to add assassins to the pot. By the end of Galifar’s Last War, all your predecessors were dead.”