He says he's unconscious.
Almark opened his eyes.
"What does that mean?"
But Ain shakes his head.
"I don't know. In the meantime, there seems to be no imminent danger to life, but he's asleep and won't wake up."
"I won't wake up....."
"Apparently the teachers still don't know why. Are you sick, are you magical, or..."
Ain looks into Almark's eyes.
"Is it some kind of curse?"
It's not peaceful.
Almark said, opening the door wide.
"It doesn't seem like it's something to stand up for. Get inside."
"Sorry."
When Ain answered, he quietly entered Almark's room.
It's a murderous room.
Say something spicy and then sit on the chair.
Almark sits on the bed and faces Ain.
"Yesterday, you really told Fiquet to go to the library."
Ah.
Ain nods.
"Soon after school. Listening to the story, Fiquet was always in an interesting mood."
"That means..."
Almark says.
"This story isn't about Fiquet."
Ah.
Ain looks at Almark with a slight obsession.
"I often feel uncomfortable. Exactly."
"Have you heard from Blends who told Morgan this story?"
"I heard."
Ain nods.
He heard it from a middle school student.
"Intermediate"
Almark frowned.
"Is Blends connected to middle school students?... oh, I see."
Convince yourself while saying so.
"I'm not connected at all because I'm here this year, but for you, I was in junior high school together until last year."
"That's what it is. School buildings and dormitories are far from the middle school, but it's not uncommon to talk in the city."
Ain looks out the window as he says.
Beyond the forest, the roof of the middle school building looks small.
"The story Blends heard is almost the same as what you heard from Morgan."
Ain said.
"Almost"
Almark blames me.
"So, there's something different about it."
Ah.
Ain nods.
"There's only one blend."
Almark sees Ain's face.
Ain looks back at Almark with a sharp face.
"As I expected. [M] There is a glowing book with magic in the general library. That's all Blends actually heard. If you read it, your soul will be pulled out, and that's the blend's beak."
"No way."
Almark exhales a deep breath and turns away from Ain.
"Well, that's what you told me yesterday."
Oh, and Ain nods.
"I was confident in my opinion, too. That's why I let Fiquet go alone."
"But then why did Fiquet fall down? I can't believe you're unconscious."
Almark swallows the word "soul".
It's too ominous.
"I don't know."
Ain shook his head.
"But as a result, the same thing happened to Blends. Something happened. In that library. That's for sure."
Ain stood up from his chair.
"I'm going to the library this evening to check it out."
"What?"
Almark looked up at Ain.
"Big one."
"Of course."
Ain answers immediately.
"Did you tell the teacher? Fiquet said," Maybe. "
"No."
Ain shakes his head.
"It seems that the teachers have not come to the conclusion that Fiquet's current condition has something to do with the place called the fallen general library."
Well then, let's start with the teacher.
That's not how I take responsibility.
Ain blocked Almark's words with a strong tone.
With such intensity, Almark glanced at him, but Ain didn't mind.
"Fiquet. No, it's not just Fiquet. My classmates obey me. That's not because I'm a class member. I am right. [M] Because they all trust me not to say the wrong thing."
So, Ain says.
"My words carry responsibility. [M] I use my own actions to get rid of my words. [M] If I let Fiquet do the wrong thing, and if that's why Fiquet is in danger, it's my own responsibility to get it out."
When I saw Almark with strong eyes, Almark was familiar with the Ain.
Yeah, that's right.
Almark remembers.
Winter Mansion. Wendy looked at the bodies of the guards lined up in the garden.
It is a child, but not a child.
Somewhere, far away.
Time, not distance.
A sense of responsibility, as if it had come from a long past.
I had the same look as Wendy at the time.
Speaking of which, I heard Ain was some sort of aristocrat.
Perhaps all the nobles know.
I always feel responsible for my words and actions.
And whether you want it or not, the responsibility rests with you.
"Don't get me wrong, Almark. I'm not here to cry."
Ain said.
"If I screw up today, I mean, if I lose my responsibility, you tell your teacher. [M] Tell me, including my stupid mistakes, not to overshadow the end of this time."
For the first time there, Ain loosened his expression and smiled.
"I came to ask for it today."
Almark looked at the Ain with envy somewhere.
Ain's pride will not come only from his personal wisdom and strength.
Pride as a strong, honorable clan hiding behind him. Proud.
Nobility.
The difference in identity with Almark and the others.
Almark shook his head slowly.
"I can't do that."
Ain's expression became steep for the answer.
But now it was Almark's turn to talk about it.
"Just as you have your way, I have mine."
Almark stood up.
Look straight and evenly at the Ain.
"I was the first person to tell you this story. I'm responsible too."
"No, it's not."
Ain tried to rebel, but Almark didn't say whether or not.
"Talk to me this far and I'll go alone? I'm not kidding. You can show pride. [M] But the gods of the north do not bless men who do not show courage in situations where courage should be shown."
Don't be cowardly just because nobody's watching.
My father's words come to life.
The gods of heaven are always watching. Your courage. Show me how.
Behind you is the pride of the family, behind me is the pride of my father. [M]
The mercenaries of the North are proud.
It is by no means inferior to the pride of nobility, at least in me. [M]
That's why I'm not leaving.
"I show courage. Whatever you say, I'll go. [M] That's the way people do things in the North."
Ain remained silent for a while with his dazed face.
Slightly, nods with a bitter smile.
"Okay. Let's go together."
And I added like a loser.
"Well, you have two pairs. It's outside my responsibility."