Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

When I look at Durahan, I shake my neck quietly and vertically in my hand. Yeah. Looks like Grazheim could have been destroyed exactly. The passion that was swirling in the back of my chest by stabbing a stop exactly also subsides a little bit.

"Dear Theodore...!

Ashley comes running down to the garden.

"Please show me your injuries......!

"...... hmm. Thanks."

I injured my palm when I took Grazheim's horn. Unlock the disguise you no longer need and have a look at the wound. Ashley took my hand and used healing magic.

The healing magic light quickly relieves the pain. When the circle of light unfolded from Ashley's foot and wrapped in the pale light rising from it, there was a feeling that the damage of the arm that received the knife and the shock when it received the giant tree would heal at the same time.

He even checked with Magic Sonar to see if there was any damage left in his body, and I can see that Ashley's healing magic is more complete than before.

"What do you think?

"Mmm...... The pain is gone. You're getting better."

Ashley nods quietly and leans in gently as she grips and opens her fist to see how she is doing and smiles back. When I held Ashley's shoulder, I said in a small voice.

"... the memory of the last... Dear Theodore... We saw it, too."

"... oh"

As for the last illusion I received...... I guess it was a peculiar move unique to some dreamer around the way I've pushed through the various measures. It may also have something to do with being inside his bond. Or even though it could have been done because I was taking various measures.

If everyone saw that sight, there's something about it that made me worry.

"Thank you, Ashley. Um... I've been put back in the mood until then... Was Ashley okay?

"... Yes. We just... just saw it, I think."

With that said, Ashley nods small in her arms and closes her eyes as she leans over her cheeks. Grace comes there too.

"Theo......"

The look on Grace's face calling my name sounds sad... Right...... So will Ashley, who admires my mother, and even if it was just a sight for Grace, it would be painful. When I nodded and put it in a sealed state, it was held tight as it was. With Ashley's shoulder in his arms, he turns his hand around Grace's hips and hugs the three of us to lean against each other.

"... Grace. Finally, I worried."

"Yes...... Good, Theo's safe..."

Take the time to hug each other and leave. Then Mallane hugs me to bury my face in my chest.

"Theodore...... cheer up, let me out"

A voice like rolling a bell. Then he looks up at my face and peeks in worried with his slightly moistened eyes.

"Mm. Mallane"

Keep smiling back small and stroking Mallane's hair. It could have been a sight for Mallane to think about her mother. Embracing Mallane, who buries her face in her chest, now Claudia scratches her head.

"Theodore... doesn't say weak sounds, so on the contrary, there are times when I worry."

"... I guess. If so... I think it's because they're all here"

Even Claudia doesn't sound weak. I think it's true that you can work hard because everyone's here.

"Though I can't say mildly that I know how you feel...... Yeah, we can be on our side."

And Rosemary hugs me and Mallane together.

"Oh. Marie."

Answer Rosemary's spinning hand with my hand on top of mine, and the other one will put a little more effort into it. I closed my eyes when I tried to look at my face.

"Theodore, I'm glad your injury has healed"

"Right. I'm glad you're okay. Mr. Theodore."

"Oh, Serafina, Illumhilt"

I was held apart by a serafina and even caressed my hair from Sheila and Illumhilt as it was.

"Good day, Theodore"

"Yeah. Sheila."

Oh, don't worry more than usual when it's an illusionary attack. Close your eyes, breathe loudly, and then change your mind. Then I nodded and showed Elliot and Forceto, who looked worried, and then Princess Stephania, too.

"... I'm sorry, Your Eminence. Our house...... no, it bothered me because of the family's untimely demise. I didn't expect you to defend yourself to our lives..."

And so the Duke quietly bowed his head.

"No, because I think if we let that demon go wild, it would have been a big deal for Verdogal, too. Than that, is Sir Leslie all right?

"You don't seem to have any noticeable injuries. Not only for Leslie, but also for us and our servants, we seem to be unharmed."

"That's more than anything."

Nodding at the Duke's words.

Leslie lying on the ground in a way that allows Oscar and Vanessa to support her upper body and head...... I'll take my hand just in case and see what magic looks like with circular smell.

... You don't seem to have any major disturbances in your magic. Life force is slightly debilitating... but this would be a range of normal health drain.

From the state, it looks like she's just asleep... but I still don't know because I can't see anything like a heart wound or circulating smell.

"Ugh..."

"Ah, uncle!

Vanessa raises her voice and Leslie opens her eyes thinly. As everyone watched, looking over the surrounding situation, Leslie lay her eyes down spicy and waved for the first time.

"Oh, still...... It wasn't a dream..."

Quiet voice. Leslie is not happy with letting go because she seems spicy, but she can be said to be a reassuring reaction in that she has good reason and consciousness.

Uncle, don't move yet.

"Yes, that's okay. Oscar. I... I really need to talk to you. Yes, the ambassador of the other world... are you there?

Leslie flutters but gets up and looks at me.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. Please, take me to His Majesty Melvin. You must be punished for disturbing the peace of mind of the kingdom."

"... I can't decide whether or not to do that just because there's a special kind of dream demon involved."

Answering that, Leslie knelt in a rough breath. Tell Leslie while using the magic of health recovery.

"From what I've seen, it looks like heavy wear and tear... resting your body first, it won't be too late to talk to you. I don't think it's better if you have a sense of redemption."

"I was... weak. If I hadn't envied my brother... there wouldn't have been anything like being attached to that dreamer."

Would that... be a sin? There is a huge separation between just thinking inside and actually moving into action. Normally, it's because reason, conscience, and emotion brake.

Not to mention, oh, if there was a bad dreamer attached to it. If there's no more Dream Demons, this is the state. I get the impression that I'm more frustrated with what I've done than I am with my health drain.

"Where is that necklace?

"... of the ancient castle, it's a hidden study. I've forgotten how I found the necklace before...... I found that necklace somewhere and liked it, and after wearing it, I had delightful dreams, reduced anxiety and worries… Anyway, I was doing well."

I mean, it starts with pomposity. It doesn't seem like you failed to try to serve, or anything like that. It's hard to deal with if you've been made to forget everything you've got.

"What was your condition when you acted as Curtis?

"... I always thought you were dreaming. At that time, I felt convinced that it was something that I would do."

It's hard to put into words... but that's certainly what dreams are about. Even the kind of behavior that you would never do if you normally think about it, it kind of moves me convinced that it's something that you would do.

He said he was in tune. But that's not Grazheim tuning into Leslie. Quite the opposite, actually.

It's only Grazheim who's in the lead, so it should have been about inducing Leslie's emotions to synchronize them in line with his purpose.

Suppose Sir Leslie envied the Duke... or was used and guided by admirable emotions. And suppose I thought that was a dream. There's nothing more I can do.

"... that's all you need to hear from me"

Look at the Duke, nod. As far as I'm concerned, you can tell King Melvin what you just heard. Leslie wonders, of course, if the perpetrators of the raid will also have a benevolent shakedown. So I was literally instigated by the devil.

"... envy, huh? Let me tell you something, I was more jealous of you for trying to stick around at all times."

When the Duke mocks himself, Leslie looks up with a surprised look.

"Yes. I've been bored and unserious for a long time. Because you, my brother, are working so hard, I've been telling myself, too."

"Brother... Wow, I was... envious of my brother who was admired by everyone. Although I did admire it...... After all, I couldn't be as clever as my brother..."

"Weren't you admired? For Oscar."

Look at Leslie, Oscar nods. Seeing the look on Oscar's face, Leslie closed her eyes quietly. I guess Oscar's shouting words earlier are memorable.

"... in the end, that's what you're talking about. If I had found that necklace first, I would have done you harm."

"Not only my father and uncle... I think I did too"

"... Vanessa"

When the Duke held Leslie's shoulder, he said with a gentle slap on his back.

"Well, he came home safe. I also understand that you are irritated by the consciousness of sin... but I believe in your words now, and if we are all to laugh at each other again, I will plead with Your Majesty."

"... brother"

From Leslie's eyes closing her eyes, a glimmer of tears tells her. Oscar and Vanessa also hug each other to lean against the Duke and Leslie. The Duchess is wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, and Clark was crying for it.

... I was curious to see what Leslie thought of the action taken while the Dreamdemons were mounting it and how the Dukes would receive it... For this minute, I'm sure the Dukes will be fine.