"- So it seems that the Demon King has persuaded the witch. It's amazing how easy it is to get her down."
"... ah"
…… Are you listening, Richt?
"Hmm? Oh, sorry"
Meals in progress.
Dorothy tells the news that Aria has added a witch to her reign in a good mood as if she had accomplished it.
In contrast, Richter sat bawling without any particular reaction such as this.
My face is a little redder than usual without the appearance of getting my hands on the meal.
Looks like Dorothy noticed something strange about the boulder too.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay? Did you eat anything weird?
"Maybe I'll be fine... with just a little bit of weight"
"No, no, no. He said it would never be okay. Look, forehead out - hot!?"
When Dorothy puts her hand on Richter's forehead, she transmits so much heat that she doesn't think she's going to be okay in the end.
Obviously not what you can call flat fever.
That was understandable the moment my hand touched it.
"It's a great fever... Richt. It doesn't look like it's just a cold, maybe you should get some rest."
"But after this, I'm called by Faelice... and I still have the job that Aria asked me to do."
"Then I'm finally here. I don't think the Demon King would be angry about that either."
Dorothy takes Richt's hand and makes him stand up.
It's a pretty forceful way, but if you don't do this, you won't have Richter's.
Richt was also trying to resist somewhat, but was not as powerful as he thought and was eventually to be transported in a way supported by Dorothy.
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"Richt, I brought you some ice for now. Now chill your head."
"... thanks. It'll help."
By Dorothy, a great deal of ice is put on Richter's head.
Onions wrapped around the neck, on multiple layered blankets.
Everything I could think of was taken care of.
"I did some digging and I didn't know what the illness was in the end... I'm pretty sure it wasn't just a cold"
"Right."
"I stopped the Demon King because he was trying to resuscitate him and heal him forcefully after he killed Richt... this was good, wasn't it?
"... thank you so much for that"
Richt conveys his thanks to Dorothy with a seemingly complicated look.
If it was Aria, not Dorothy, who was here, Richt could have been killed.
No one wants to die.
Dorothy seems to have also guessed how Richt feels.
"Oh, Mr. Faelis said he was coming to see you again, so I'll see you then. 'Cause he seems worried."
"Ugh... ok"
Richt closes his eyes feeling a bad feeling all over his body.
Ferris is only a little troublesome when things like this happen.
To meet that expectation, a few minutes later it was to be awakened with the sound of a dong and a knock on the door.