Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"One day, all of a sudden, I fall. It is said that the only sign is that the body becomes lazy a little before it falls."

"My body is lazy...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... in Teresa's case, I don't think it's because I'm usually gettin"

"I haven't said anything about a concubine yet... Well, you're right..." Slow down.

"Uh... Teresa, your sister? Are you physically ill?

"No, no, there's no problem at all, is there? Miss Alicia, thank you for worrying about my concubine."

"…………"

Why does Teresa react differently to herself and others...... Lucia narrowed her eyes unconvincing before Teresa and Alicia, who conversed amicably. Teresa was three years older at her age, so there should be nothing strange about Lucia calling her "sister," but Teresa didn't try to accept that Lucia called her "sister"... Between the two seemed to be a mysterious separation. Though, we don't seem to get along badly.

I'm not sure if Lucia knows or doesn't think about that...... Teresa, who had captured Lucia not as her "sister" in the first place, but as a "companion" or "friend," asked the innkeeper's daughter, Alicia, as she tried not to care about the strange signs that had been turned from the side.

"Is your lord okay?

"Yeah. Actually, I fell once. With your fathers, you know... But I'm all right now that I'm cured, right? The doctor said it would be absolutely fine."

"Well, you did..."

"Oh yeah..."

Alicia's deputy voice seemed to say that her father had died. Teresa and the others who realized it didn't seem to find the words to hang on Alicia...... I think I feel like I can't stay.

As a result, they change the subject and start asking questions.

"When you fell, didn't it hurt?

"Hmm... it's not painful, it's just losing strength from my body. The doctor said he had a high fever, but I didn't know he was lying down..."

"So you were conscious even after you fell?

"Yeah. But you weren't clear, were you? It's similar to falling asleep and flirting when you wake up early in the morning."

"Hmm...... By the way, since you developed —— no, since you fell, how long have you been lying on the floor?

"Your doctor told you, 10 days?

"Is it still like the flu..."

"" Ifufu?

"Flu. That's the name of the disease. Well, it's more like a terrible cold than a disease. As an early symptom, she developed chills and tenderness, and the next day she developed high fever, which lasted about 5 days…. Then it gets better gradually. However, the flu known to the concubine is not a rapidly worsening condition, such as a coma, which is next to the initial symptoms. Even if you're in a coma, that's after days of high fever, and you've never heard of a serious situation from the start."

and Teresa expects the disease, which is raging in town, to be an infection close to the flu. In her head like that, [Spanish Cold], the flu that wielded fierceness in the modern world, seemed to be emerging.

In front of Teresa like that, Lucia still opens her mouth unconvincing.

"Teresa, come on... sometimes, you know something weird, don't you?

"... heh heh heh... Since when does Lucia think of me as Theresa --"

"I don't care about Cole's stuff or anything. Besides, if it was a real Cor, I wouldn't say" Teresa "about Teresa..."

".................. well"

"Bear, what do you think? About Teresa......"

So Lucia turns her attention to Beatrice, who was sitting on the other side pinching Theresa.

…… Bear? "

Beatrice, who was at the end of Lucia's gaze, sat back on the chair and looked like she was leaning there. Her appearance also seemed to be quietly asleep --

"Bear!?

—— The flow of the story so far does not seem to Lucia that Beatrice is tired and asleep...... She rushed over to the side of Beatrice, shaking her shoulder in horror.

Then, Beatrice fell ill about on the chair--

Poofy......

—— and falls toward Teresa.

At that point, she was still conscious of Beatrice, and when she slowly turned up on Teresa's lap... I said this weakly to the person who was at the end of that gaze.

"Me... maybe not anymore... But... if you're going to die on Teresa's lap, that's what I want..."

And a beatrice that closes its eyes satisfactorily. If this isn't a joke...... She may have been sickled by Reaper.