When Belgrette, back from the bath, opened her own door,
"... Munyamunya"
Even as a matter of course Mia was lying in bed.
Because it was so natural, I would almost be under the illusion that Belgrette would have gotten into Mia's room by mistake, but of course that's not possible.
"Already..."
With a bitter smile, sit by the bed.
"... Ah, it's Belle. Welcome back."
"Why are you sleeping in my bed, this girl?"
Stick your cheeks together. Am I falling asleep, Mia has been turning her arms around Belgrette's waist as she mumbled.
"At first... I tried to surprise you by hiding in a blanket... for the comfort of Belle's bed more than I thought... my consciousness... of my dreams... quite..."
In the first place, the lights in the room that were supposed to have been turned off are on. I guess I followed you because I was afraid to lurk in a dark room, but I also doubt you were willing to be surprised by this.
If I didn't lock it with the intention of returning soon, it would be like this.
"What about Ruby?
"Hmm... come in with me... and then I'll sort out the slip for the store... because I said I had to help..."
"I see."
I don't like being alone, I guess I came here. Most of all, it's always like this in the student building. It's not unusual. I wonder if there isn't much to it, such as having a quiet evening alone.
Start a small chiller on the side table and wipe long hair in the wind.
Consequently, a ripple of communication spread in Belgrette's ear.
"Yes, Liever, it's Belgrette."
"It's me."
"Ah, Father. Can I help you?
"Um... I was wondering what time you were due out tomorrow."
"Yes, at seven in the morning.... That's like we talked about at dinner."
'Hmm? No, did I? haha'
……
When Belgrette was wondering, Mia came in with a cross spear to see if she was completely blind.
"'Cause you're blunt, Nana Bell. My uncle wants to talk to my cute little girl who's leaving tomorrow."
"Mia, was Mia with you? No, that's not why... '
But sometimes the three of us get excited about bickering.
About the college. About the castle. Topic like nothing. The three talk plays.
Speaking alone, he took a breath and Rubert cut it out somewhat remorsefully.
'Well... it's early tomorrow, shall we keep it around here? Good night, then, both of you.'
"Yes. Good night, Father."
"Goodnight, Grandma!
'Oh, oh, um. Good night. "
At the same time as finishing the correspondence, Belgrette smiled small and bitterly.
"Totally... Mia called me your father, and I stretched it under my nose. Hehe."
"Nfu. Well, if Mia called me so cute, my uncle would have been too."
Mia was in a good mood, but she makes a lonely face.
"This time... Claire, you haven't talked to your uncle at all"
"... yeah"
Belgrette also cared.
This was just the first time we hadn't had a decent conversation.
Again, Claria's fold in the hospital, her father's never been to see him, is drawing his tail. No matter, I couldn't do it because I was busy.
But if my father had made time to visit, Claria would have said.
"I wish I didn't have to come all this way," he said. As usual, with a grumpy face. Anyway, I'm not being honest.
My father didn't want to piss off Claire for no reason either, and I guess he cared. That's what's fuelling Claria's anger.
Mia groans with a crying face.
"Something... I wish there was a trigger"
"Mmm..."
"I have such a good father... it's sad we don't get along"
The line of a girl who can no longer see her real father has weight.
Belgrette gently wiped her fingers at the tears that floated in Mia's eyes.
"How did you do that?"
I know Claria. I know.
My father says he's busy because he works for his family. He said that his brother was gone, and that he was getting extra applause for it.
"Belle... can I sleep with you?
"Ugh. You've been here since the beginning, haven't you?
It doesn't seem like he's willing to go back because of the way he's laying there, naturally. Lying down smiling bitterly, Mia leaned in like a cat.
"Hmm... once, I'll talk to Claire carefully..."
"Right..."
Do you have any good ideas? Mm-hmm. When I'm roaring,
"... Chiu"
"Hih!? What are you doing? Ugh! Because Mia is this right now! If you're going to do something weird, I'll have you back in your room!
"Ugh, 'cause I feel kind of lonely!
"It's no reason. Anyway, don't stop."
"Ugh... it's just an expression of dearness! Belle's tough!
Tough, huh?
Anyway, maybe once, we should sit back and discuss it like Mia said. Take a hard view of dealing with it.
Claire, who often hits hard against others, but I've hardly done anything like Sister Genka, to think of it. When I was a young girl, I used to argue with Princess Liliane about which... basically, that sister would agree with what she said.
But when it comes to my father, it will not be easy to snort at the words of Belgrette.
The time may have come to deal with the first full-fledged sister Genka, ready to stand around that too.
"But... I don't know, I really like Belle who doesn't kick me out... hmm, hmm"
"Uh, already..."
But... even against Mia, it just keeps getting sweeter. Can we be resolute in dealing with Claria, etc.?
It was that distressing Belgrette, holding Mia's face against her sniffles.
- A man of uncharacteristic character, Lugo Aliumi.
Truth is, I didn't get to see as much of that martial arts as I did.
It became an unprecedented incident, a Midir College raid by a grudge demon. At that time, I wasn't there. times when we haven't even met each other.
I watched where you repelled one of your assassins about the assassins... but that stuff isn't even a big opponent. In the confrontation with Detlev, which was a mastermind, he was fatally struck by impudence and his consciousness was obscured. I'm not sure of my memory since the boy appeared.
I was hospitalized to treat that injury when it came to Mia, so it was completely outside the mosquito net.
And the other day, confrontation with Norstación. The liquor store never developed into a battle, and the duel with elected representatives, after all, I haven't seen it with my own eyes. In the battle with Brandal, he has rushed to refreshment at the end, but as our guests tear up, he has just thrown a stone at it and is done.
To that extent in retrospect.
but I never doubted its strength, and I meant to know it. Even as I watched him encourage training every day, his skill peeked.
But still. Claria cannot forbid war, wondering if it is so much.
"... Ugh, ku!
A foot twitch that fills the distance between blinks. Fist like an approaching shell at super-speed. There was as much difference between seeing from the side and experiencing it myself as there was between heaven and earth.
Faster than any human movement I've ever confronted. Heavier than any grudge demon blow I've ever intercepted.
Such strength, King Aldia naturally wants.
In front of Claria, the iron fist of drift protection looms. A water column of autonomous defense reacted there, playing his fist hard.
"Seriously, you're brilliant, that ability. Not only does it prevent attacks, but the power of the blowing water column remains a weapon. Heh heh heh heh heh heh. He looks like he's got every arm."
Before Claria's proud fully autonomous defense. Now in a tone that I don't even feel threatened, Lifeguard praises it that way.
The shotgun of water that the girl sweeps away in an attempt to break free also makes the boy lean his body. Or tap it off lightly with the back of your fist. Sewing between them, he steps in in in an instant and sticks his fist out sharply. Each time an autonomous defense blew up the water. Since Lifeguard is quickly pulling back the fist he has launched, he will not be taken with him by his back, nor will he be taken by his arms, as he said earlier.
Together, only Claria's soul and heart, Prarna, is shredded.
"Ku......"
Claria was full of defense and couldn't fight back properly. Most importantly...
"You can't use a lot of moves because you use a lot of soul and mind" Pralna "over there during the autonomous defense rollout, can you? Mia told me."
So a drift shelter can penetrate without fear of counterattack.
"I thought you said that during the day game. It's easy to read because it's defensive."
"Oh, the...! Mouth like you got it!
The silver long sword in your right hand, turning its cutting-edge toward your shield.
The moment he stood up to release the spike Tsuki, the boy's left fist bounced Claire's sword off the sideburn. The silver sword makes a tall sound and rolls onto the cobblestone.
"We need to rely on real weapons for the inability to use powerful offensive techniques. Claire's slender arm, a light sword that can be shaken with one hand, cannot be expected from the power of slaughter."
The guerrillas, not disturbed by one breath, pointed out as a matter of course.
"Then it's easy to read that a spike will come"
"Huh, don't talk like you found out! To you and others, what's mine?
Make a slight gap and pound the water bullet.
The scattering of the splash, created with the emphasis on speed, hit the arm of the flow shield that consolidated the defense, all fogged empty. It's like a little rain slamming a big rock.
No matter how painfully letting go of the technique - the boy doesn't move one eyebrow while taking it.
No damage. As the evidence suggests, the exodus squeaks in a tone that is even calm.
"I know. At least Claire... is serious enough to be stupid, hates lying,"
Can that afford to come from a difference in strength?
Claria shoots a water spear out of the instant chant at the opponent who starts drooling bullshit in front of her.
The boy just leans slightly and lightly flaunts this nearest blow.
"... more. So I hate guys, I love my sister,"
Do you still want to continue?
What do we do next? Take the chant for a long time, and let that diminish...
"Well... if you're being mean and you're against your father, you won't be able to pull in, it means you're just a kid."
――――――
Burning illusions that stain your vision bright red.
That's so intense that thoughts are dimensioned.
Faster than I thought, water poured out of Claria's right hand.
It is not an attack technique. That is the act of summoning up a tiny bit of water that anyone with water attributes can do, even if none of the talents of the divine chant "Oracle" are available. It's no different than showering water in a handkerchief, it doesn't even need chanting, it can't be called an attack very much. It's just a behavior.
However, the drifting shield reacting to splashing water shelters his face aggressively.
(- From before me... ugh)
Eat up your teeth and step in your left foot.
to the flank of a completely empty boy,
"Get lost!
I slapped the right kick in.