At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Eh, this is tomorrow, this one's for the day after tomorrow..."

The sun goes down and it's completely dark outside, and I go ahead with the lights on my room and my mouth so that I don't missort the medicine.

These are important medicines I keep from my master, important work.

Never do anything to mud the master's face.

I have always had that thought and defend my master's absence.

"... uh, this is good"

Exhale lightly after you're ready for tomorrow.

I think it's ok because I check it three times a day, but I'm still anxious for as long as I can.

I wonder why the master can grasp it all just by looking at it so slightly.

I guess I'm not as smart as I thought.

"Master, I wonder if you're back yet"

Looking over the master's house where he keeps one person away, he groans a little lonely and posolent.

The reply should not have come back, only the quiet space responds to me. I felt lonely about it.

"It's time for your pills to be down around here, and I can't get them out unless my master returns."

Mouth another reason why the master will have trouble if he does not return, as he deludes loneliness.

In fact, the master hasn't returned for quite some time, so the rest of the medicine is dwindling.

I don't have a problem with most medicines, but I don't feel comfortable with some medicines that are constantly digesting them.

Because it's a difficult thing to formulate, I can't do anything big about it.

Ask the soldiers and knights if they know when the master will return.

No, you can't. I said I would protect my master's absence. We have to do this right to the end.

"I'll do my best until my master returns!

"Oh well."

"Yes!... to?

The reply of a very overheard voice went into my ear as I groaned as I served the medicine on the shelf.

Unexpectedly replies cheerfully at the usual rate before realizing how strange it is.

Turning slowly to those who spoke, the master stood there looking bored.

"Master!"

"Ugh, don't make a scene at night"

"Yes, sorry"

I screamed delightfully and accidentally, and I was pissed off.

I've been doing less of this lately, but I do it every now and then.

"Sounds like you're doing it right"

"Yes. I checked the rest of the pills today."

"... Damn, I wonder why you're doing it right"

The master says as if he was frightened, blurting his head away or something.

I also know about the boulder that Master is trying to kick me out.

Still, I want to be beside my master. That's why the master put it out, never breaking the conditions for being beside you.

This is one of them. I'm definitely under my master.

"Look, you're about to run out of it. Refill it."

"Yes. Thank you."

My master has handed me an extra pill that I was having trouble with as I began to diminish.

Receive it carefully so that it deals with important items.

Master Boulder. You have a perfect grasp of the number, even if you are away.

"I'll sort this out tomorrow,"

"Get the old one out of here."

"Yes, of course."

Nodding to the master's words, keep the medicine on another shelf.

After sorting just now, let's do this slowly, even tomorrow.

The hospitality of the returning master is now a priority.

Master, I'll make you some tea.

"... oh."

"I'll have it with you soon"

I can't hide my joy that my master is back, and I smile and head to the kitchen.

And as usual, the teacher prepares a cup of tea in a vessel that adjusts to the intensity of additions and subtractions he likes, making it an easy heat to drink before taking it.

"Yes, go ahead"

"Ooh."

The master receives the vessel handed to him as usual, takes a sip and exhales.

Seeing that gesture, I'm making a small leap in my heart that I did well today.

When the master speaks of something he doesn't like very much, he becomes faceless for a moment.

The lack of it meant it was delicious.

"Master, have you finished your work yet?

"No, not yet. It'll take a little longer."

"Did you just come home temporarily?"

"Don't be."

Master answering my question with a slow cup of tea.

Has the master not returned yet? Then the day will continue when I will still defend this house by myself for a while.

I thought so, I was lonely and I leaned down.

"... hey."

When I'm leaning down, my master calls me.

When I rush to show my face, I turn to my master, who is serious at no time.

Even though you look lovely from time to time, you're about to fall in love because of your serious face.

"Hey, what is it?"

Anyway, when I answered and opened my mouth, my voice turned away.

But the master continues to talk without paying particular attention to it.

"You, if you've been dealing with me for so long, you'll know what kind of person I am. Master, you're not the one to give up. Stop asking for fantasies. I'm a crap man."

It was a very cold voice, and above all a voice that I felt my master's confidence was serious about.

It's not a voice that deals with all sorts of evil, or a voice that is appropriately embellished.

Words of extreme serious rejection. A different kind of genuine rejection.

"... Master, is it annoying that I am beside you?

Now, I can ask. Unlike before, a master who made a serious rejection can ask this question.

It must have been appropriately embellished so far. That's why I never asked you this question.

But this time the master was different.

"That's annoying. I can't even protect myself. It's annoying to be close to him."

"- Eh."

Cold words piercing my heart. It's extra hard because I know what my master is serious about.

The word itself has been said before. Still weighs differently this time.

Today's master is seriously throwing words at me.

I spent a small amount of time beside my master, so I figure that out.

"Well, it's inconvenient that I can't protect myself."

"Oh, yeah"

I ask back to my master as I indulge in tears about to flow.

But the master has a cold voice without any shaking.

I knew. I knew it. I didn't have to ask. I had already noticed.

I knew the proper signs of my master would come from the truth.

But I was still sweet to my master who would let me stay by my side.

"You already know. I'm this kind of guy. So already... go home."

Go home. One word of that doesn't mean I'm going home today. It means don't come again.

Until now, and after the words have been uttered, the expression of the master remains unchanged.

"I don't like..."

Still, even when I heard the master's genuine rejection, that's what I was saying.

I'm not going home. I'm not leaving here. I am not willing to stop my master's apprentice.

I'm not here ready to give up on such a rejection.

When I think about becoming a hero's apprentice, I decide to throw away such a sweet idea.

"I certainly can't fight unlike my master. But I don't want to leave my master. I respect my master's way of life as a pharmacist."

The common sense of treatment in this world focuses on witchcraft. But the master doesn't make that common sense good.

The Master thinks there should be a place where you can get average treatment whenever and wherever you are present.

The detention of a master naming a pharmacist, not an alchemist, also comes from there.

There are those who could have saved him because he is such a master. I have a tool that spread thanks to such a master.

I was more attracted to that awesomeness than my master's battlefield hero, Tan.

I thought I wanted to ask this guy to teach me.

"I'd like you to tell me about your career as a pharmacist, based on your master's way of life."

Of course I have a feeling I admire my master purely.

There is no delusion in that, and I am so aware that I have feelings of love for my master.

But that's why I can be clear.

"You can abandon me if I'm in a dangerous situation. You don't need to help the fool who came beside you without the art of protecting himself. I want to be here after listening to my master."

I'm going to stay here drinking all the terms my master gave me.

Whatever unscrupulous conditions that are, I don't mind.

If they just tell me I can't do this, I guess I'll have to give up now.

"... Huh."

The master sighed deeply when he heard my words. I shook my body unintentionally at the look of it.

But when the master gave me a boring look, he stuck out a bowl of tea that he had drank out of.

And without changing his expression, he opens his mouth at his usual pace.

"Bring me another drink. I'm going to sleep here today, so I'm going to get you a bed."

"Uh, that."

"It's you, move it. I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, so I'm not taking over."

"- Eh, yes!

"So don't scream."

They pissed me off for screaming, but I'm even glad about that.

'Cause you can't be happy to understand what that word means.

I'll keep you away until the master gets back properly!