Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

I should have pulled my hand when I found out there was a Spirit of the Wind and a Spirit of the Water.

Attract and embrace the leg you were stretching as you think of something you can't help thinking about now. In a dark, cold cell, if you sat down with your body down to protect yourself, a chain connecting the stone wall to your own wrist made a jarring noise.

... Why are you doing this?

From that day until today, when Maris suddenly proclaimed me to "run," I whine in my chest a few words that have passed.

Put your forehead on your aligned knee and repeat the unanswered query. How much time would I have had that way? In a cell that doesn't plug in the yang, there's no way to judge.

But at one point, the signs of the knights watching me were distant. I think it was my first week, considering the number of meals I've been transported.

I wonder if the surveillance that has been on my side since I was put in jail is gone, and there comes a great magic power that stimulates my international instincts. It was a sign of a boy guarded by the Spirit of the Water who caught me.

The next Duke of Aginis. The most vigilant boy in this country, with an unmatched future, somehow unlocks me when he opens the door to the cell. And

- Let's go, Julia.

"What? Where did you say you were going?

"Come on. We don't have much time."

When I let the sudden expansion take my eyes black and white, I took them out to the outside world.

A month and a little bit since then.

Being taken from prison, I was given the title 'Maid with Celery' and was currently under gentle surveillance by Celery and the Spirits.

I am hometown with Maris and likely to have information about him, a prisoner who is supposed to be connected to a cell and managed under strict security. Though it is constantly monitored, it spends its days without being held captive. This is often unthinkable, a broken response.

... Well, I guess it's because I can't even get away with it, rather than do harm.

No matter how I scratched it, I couldn't get through the junction strewn in this school, and it wasn't possible to dive through the spirits' watchful eyes.

They seem to be very fond of the next Duke, and they're always watching over me. Don't be alarmed because you can't see them.

I've tried to sneak magic in unpopular places before, but the moment I moved my magic, the spirits all three showed up in front of me. I don't know how it works, but they tell them when they try to use more than a certain amount of magic.

I seriously thought my heart would stop then, and I was ready that I couldn't do it anymore.

But for some reason, that one thing was punished by the spirits' breasts, and I was never restrained, and I still wear made-up clothes like this.

I guess the reason for this is the next Duke of Aginis, I've recently come to think. I didn't want to grieve him, so I was missed.

The reason Lord Celery and His Royal Highness Prince Wang don't make more contact with me than they need to be, too, yes. Everyone has a verse that looks at what the Duke's heirs will do to me.

It is no exaggeration to say that my future depends on him. I was therefore having trouble dealing with the next Duke of Aginis.

grandson of the fiery spear brave, son of one of the brave men and Virgin of the thunderous spear, heir of the Duke of Aginis, childhood tamer and right-hand man of His Royal Highness the King of the kingdom of Majesta, fiancé of the Third Princess. I can't measure his chest carrying a title like that.

Why did you take me out of jail?

Why allow me to behave freely?

Why don't you try to force me to get information from you?

Why am I roaming the woods so late at night with them?

Repeating a self-questioning without the art of knowing the answer, I proceed through the night forest with a group of five children and three spirits, five feniches in the mountain fairy.

If you move your feet silently in the woods, where the moonlight plunges in like a leaking day, the dry dead leaves collapsed making a crisp noise every time you stepped out, and the occasional feeling of poking and twigging breaking came from the soles of your shoes. Because the leaves and branches that splash easily are somewhere light, and I don't hate them. I rather like it.

I look up thinking blurry that this was what it was like in the woods that surrounded the village. That's how I saw the kids talking to the next Duke in a fun way.

"- That's why Dr. Pfe told me where the Doyles were going."

"Thanks to the map you gave me, I came the shortest distance"

A child called Solcier spins the words, as he tells the words of a Jeff boy.

"I see. So how quickly could we rendezvous?

The Duke's heir nodded with the expression that he was satisfied as he answered that way to the two explaining his journey so far. The next Duke's hand-drawing fia was shaking his head vertically in an eagle attitude as to whether he was imitating him like that.

There's a gentle air in her actions like that.

... No, no, no. What are you guys smiling at? Have you forgotten the spectacular mess you just had? He said it was too fast to switch!

To the dusty soothing boys, I accidentally penetrate into my heart.

What floats in the back of my brain is a tracking play that I was forced to participate in until earlier.

I miss the time when a man who defeated the fiery spear brave man and also ended the warcraft that Maris renounced thought the elucidation of the Seven Wonders was something he would do with a lot of children. If he noticed, he was caught up in the next dukes working to elucidate the Seven Wonders and was helped catch fairies the other day and more.

And this time, the faculty were pushed by Master Celery to accompany students who should have done so, and were to be accompanied by the next Dukes who embarked on the elucidation of "Blue Soul" and "Sobbing Tree".

Common sense is unlikely, such as leaving the task to the maid to be taken on by the teacher. I'm sure you have some thoughts.

Is it Master Celery, a former head of the Sorcery Division, or the Duke's heir who is about to step in and doesn't, or is it His Royal Highness Prince Wang again, or the dean, faculty, or the people of the castle?

Often searching for human souls with the next Dukes, conceiving who the hell set them up for what. It was about an hour ago now that I discovered the soul of the person you were looking for.

As the Jeff boys made a noise to the soul of the distant as we saw it, me and the next Duke left the boys behind, desperately chasing after the blue lump of light and the fia.

It is the beginning of a spectacular mess.

If you think you have risen flutterly, the soul that flies through the ground sleigh like a slip does not proceed with the trees that hold back the way you go or anything else. I realized that she was a spirit, even if I was a cute little girl, to the figure of Fia chasing it to cross noses.

Complaining about the slowly rising speed came out, breathing up one by one.

And when I began to feel limited by the fatigue I recruited, I fought the next Duke running right down the side with a cool face. It no longer crosses the realm of man, such as being able to run at beastly speeds with a voice of restraint in the darkness to the phia.

- I mean, why isn't anyone pulling into the next duke? Obviously, it was an out-of-pocket speed. I finally got there, and it was hard to destroy. Why are we all talking like nothing happened? How normal are the humans these days? What's that, scary?

The boys, naturally accepting chatter, without being frightened by the heirs of the mortally detached Duke's family, I couldn't understand.

A human being is a creature that alienates itself from something a little different. All the more so if that's too much power.

He said that flowers from moonlight trees could be collected in small quantities.

"Heh. Then take a little back to Master Gray's or Claire's souvenirs"

The son of a merchant named Luce opens his mouth immediately if the next Duke, who had a slight idea of his servant's words, answers so.

"So how about this bottle or something? It's a decorative preserved bottle made in response to the request of the ladies that they want to carry magic medicine with them."

"Is the Hendra Chamber of Commerce even making something like this..."

Looking at the brilliant bottle offered softly, the next Duke zeroes like a shudder.

But did the interest attract me, or when I received the box filled with empty bottles, I looked at it to make sure what was inside.

"You can pay for it, so try something"

With that said, Luce shifts his caged gaze of anticipation to the next Duke. A squire who has narrowed his eyes to the sight tells with a firm voice.

"- Lutze, I won't tolerate you using Doyle to advertise, no matter how much?

"I understand, Master Balad. Of course, I'm not saying it's impossible. However, if Doyle acknowledges this item and it is given to His Royal Highness the King or the Princess, she will certainly be exposed to footlights."

Luce answers without breaking his grin.

Whether the attitude was impaired by eclampsia, the squire made his expression more and more rude.

Keep it up, two people staring at each other silently. It is just an atmosphere of one-touch immediacy.

"That's it for both of us. Luce, I appreciate the bottle, but I'll pay for it. Otherwise, it would be a bribe. Then, unless asked by Master Gray or Claire, I won't touch anything about the bottle. Is that all right with you? Balad."

But the tingling air that drifts between them also mists in such a next Duke's words.

"I'm in awe"

"If Master Doyle says so, I have no objection - how much? Luce."

"We sell for one bottle of gold coins, so two bottles will be two gold coins"

In response to the words of the Duke's heir, the two turn away from the atmosphere earlier and enter into a buying and selling attitude.

While I zeroed my sigh to the two fast switching men, the eyes the next Duke turned to them were gentle.

"Good day, Master Doyle"

"Lutze has no offense either. It's just business life."

Jeff and Sorcier lean on the tired Duke's heir. Then he laughed, "I know," and offered the box he had in his hand to the two of us.

"It's a corner, so you guys should pick the bottle you like. I'll pay for it."

When the next Duke tells him so, the Jeff boys peek into the box with pleasure.

"Me too!

"Oh."

The next Duke crouches in to make it easier for a vigorously raised fiir to choose. At such a time he also served the Spirit of the Water and the Spirit of the Wind, choosing a bottle from the box at hand.

"Rafael and Albione have also chosen before... Ballado, I'll take all these boxes, so give Luce twelve gold coins."

The next Duke tells, grinning bitterly at the three spirits who have already finished choosing their preferred bottle and showing each other.

"I'm in awe"

"Thank you. Dear Ballad, I'll leave you alone with eleven pieces of gold."

Luce offered a discount to his squire, who added gold coins according to his life.

The next Duke, who watched a series of exchanges, then turned his attention to the Spirits. And when I made sure they were finished choosing the bottle, I got up.

"When you're done, come and get the bottle."

"" Yes!

The Duke's inheritance, who spoke to his squire as he walked, passes right next to the two of them and comes this way. And I offered you a box before me.

"Not much choice left, but how about Julia?

All the bottles lined up in the box come in bright colors and the transparency of the material and the carved decoration go hand in hand very beautifully.

Give me the woman's end, too. I like beautiful accessories, and I want beautiful bottles carved with flowers, animals, and geometry.

But I can only accept a gift if I don't know what the next Duke thinks. Besides, I, descendant of the Demon King, do not touch the flowers of the moonlight tree with purifying action. I can't stand it either, but the moonlight tree flowers that emit light burn my skin as soon as I take it in my hand and lose its radiance.

It's a little miserable beside everyone filling a bottle with flowers for fun.

Beautiful bottles are a shame, but they'll be interested to see such a sight, and I'll say no.

So I decide, I open my mouth.

"Uh, I..."

"Julia is this!

But my words were blocked by the phia without uttering them to the end.

And the light red bottle disappeared from the box, and it felt limp in my hand.

"Is that all right?

"Yes?"

If he did not understand the sudden inquiry and asked back, the next Duke said, "Well," and returned to his men.

"Me and Me"

Saying so and laughing. Seeing his horrible hands in the fia, he held a thin red bottle with many small flowers blooming.

Oh, cute - no!

Beautiful. I was blinded by it for a moment, but immediately the thought of having to "give it back" occupies the thought. Even as he obeyed his own judgment and tried to make his way to the Duke's heirloom, he was pulled hard on something and stepped on the hem of his skirt.

Though I managed to stay on my feet, I almost fell in jeopardy. I look at the toddler who caused the bottle to break.

I then tried to complain, but it solidified into that word I was told earlier by her mouth.

"Fine. I'll put the flowers in you"

How far does she know in my heart? Breathtaking dialogue as if you were seeing everything through my chest.

Though she looks like a toddler, she is a spirit. It's possible I'm living a time I can't imagine from the looks of it, but no way. I fear once again the bottomlessness of the fia I glimpse.

Knowing or not my chest like that, she dropped a further bomb with an innocent grin.

"Doyle's fine, too. Because it's just sweet."

Don't be scared, it's okay.

Yes, whisper to me. Fir runs off to the next Duke.

I grip the vial in my hand as I drop it off with a distant, tiny back. Then it occurred to me after I found out that the identity of the human soul was Feniche.

I ran scattered for you, the identity of the human soul is Feniche, which the next Duke keeps. I sit unexpectedly, physically and mentally, beyond my limits in a very nasty reality.

- Why am I looking at you like this?

Such an idea runs around the back of my brain. Feeling a distant conversation somewhere between the returning spirits and the enthusiastic Phoenicians, I wondered why I was doing the escort to the students that the faculty were supposed to do, etc.

I often curse in my heart when I think of former magic masters who deserve to be called haunted raccoons in that way, Maris who caused it in the first place, myself in the past who was looking sweetly at Majesta.

The breath that was up also returned, slightly refreshed by the vomiting of a single cursing murmur in my chest, I turn to the next duke who stands up and plays with Fia and the Phoenicians.

Then Fia, who noticed my gaze, ran away from the Duke's heir.

"Julia! Are you okay now?

"Yes."

Fia laughs as relieved if she answers that. magical movements felt at the same time.

"Good. You know, over there -"

I turn to the next Duke as he smiles with joy and listens to the words of Fir, who himself tells me what he has seen thus far.

- Could you have waited for me to recover?

As soon as I get up, I think that to the magic of the next Duke, who has spread to explore his surroundings. Then, the emotions that come in.

Warm, itchy, and slightly painful.

That was an emotion I had more than once, from that day when I was caught by the Spirit of Water to this day.

Staring at the next Duke who plays with Fia, remembering the delight of spreading and the guilt of stabbing his stinging chest.

He was just finishing up the subspace with the box with the bottle in it, taking her without fluttering, even as he was surprised to be jumped by the fia.

His expression stroking Fia's head with a facial expression he said he had no choice but to sweeten that hand, she looks at me with a good grin, "You see".

"... I know, about that"

He wanted to show that the next Duke was kind, and while I was shrugged by Fia's behavior, I shrugged so small.

If you drop your gaze, you'll see a thin red vial in the eye that was put into number and passed, as a matter of course.

I know as much as I don't have any thoughts about the next Duke who gave this to me. You gave it to my boys and spirits, so you thought to me. No way, it's a care coming from his kindness. But I can't honestly accept that.

For example, when I was sheltered in front of people who said what to do with my treatment.

For example, when I found out he had been brought to a school in his sight to protect me.

I'm glad for the kindness, but I can't be honest with you.

Because I haven't told him anything important.

My clan feeds on negative emotions such as fear and mourning.

The moment I tell you so, I'm sure the next Duke will look at me differently. His face, which behaves as if he were dealing with a human being, will become disgusting and alienating to me.

Also the excellent next Duke and His Royal Highness the King will soon realize that his purpose is genocide and confusion because of our nature and the actions of Maris so far.

When that happens, I can't hope for a loose day like now.

I am put back in jail and in some cases I am forced to spit information. And the compatriots will be driven away.

I didn't say it because it was so easy to imagine.

No matter how much the next Duke cares, I couldn't tell you that he's not stepping inside of me, but just waiting until he opens his mouth himself.

There is no right to sweeten the kindness of the next Duke to me, who speaks to our cuteness, knowing the possibility of fire powder falling on them.

I say yes to myself, gripping a thin red bottle that I don't deserve.

"Let's go!

"Oh."

The next Duke walks out, without resisting the hand-grabbing fia to hasten ahead. Then naturally, the men, the spirits and the feniches move to follow suit.

If you want to join that, you have to tell him without covering it up.

- But will they accept me, who told me everything, a compatriot who wants a relaxed end?

Fia tells me to believe in the next Duke.

Indeed, the next Duke is kind to the spirits, including Fia. Even to Feniche and horses, he was a man who called himself 'my men'.

- Then will you direct that kindness to us, too?

The boys who call themselves subordinates are fearless to accept the next Duke, who possesses the power of human secession.

- Then will you also accept those who do not possess a great deal of competence?

I ask myself that, but I don't get an answer. However,

- Julia! Come quickly or I'll leave you.

I was beginning to want to believe the next Duke of Aginis, who would call me to that to stop.