"Huh...... ahh"
During class the next day, he was flanked as he was chewing his yawn to death.
"Rosie, did you stay up late again?
Liesha, who was sitting in the next seat, speaks to me in a whisper.
I rubbed my half eye and nodded, returning a sigh of fright.
"You should at least give me a textbook..."
"Next up, Rosie Mystiglia. Read it."
I'm not telling you. Come on, or I'll shake your head to Riesha, who tried to get my desk close. Show her.
Class on self-defense using assault-type magic guides now, the progress is certain...
"The benefit of a baton type magic tool is that it can be used immediately if magic is applied because of its extremely limited range of effects.“ Spellbreaks "used in law enforcement organizations and elsewhere are made in baton type because their excellent deployment speed allows for rapid control -"
"Good. The non-contact type can work even if the distance is away from the subject, but we can say that it is still developing considering the slow deployment and the uncertainty in the event of off-target. In other words, you should carry a contact-type magic guide to protect yourself."
I just talked that far and the bell rang from the clock tower.
On time, the teacher nodded and left the classroom.
Finally, I'm off for lunch. Let's say we eat dinner early and get some sleep.
I just got up, and I have eyes for Reesha, who was looking at this one in a flash.
"What's going on? Want to go to lunch?
"No, you're not... you know, I was wondering where I kept the textbooks."
"Textbooks? Yeah, then it's in my room. You don't have to carry it with you anymore."
"What, that? Didn't you just read it normally?
"Yeah, 'cause I remember everything"
Oh, and you didn't know that. In an ambiguous reply, Riesha got up and started walking beside me.
By the way, Lisha, who opened her mouth, looks at me.
"I've heard rumors lately that some students are out of school late at night, and that's not about Rosie, is it?
"Curfew breaking in this school like a fortress? No way, even just me can't do that... forever."
Poorly-eyed sports pruning boys punched their shoulders in the wrong direction.
"Wait a minute, Leesha, he's fine."
I still grab Reesha's arm, which is going to hit me from my back, and walk like a pull and rub.
After repeated blinks several times, he looked at me with a disgruntled face.
The inner pocket of the robe has the feel of a piece of paper that wasn't there until earlier.
The Giri one, isn't it just too soon?
You were supposed to ask for it this morning, but now you were gathering information on the side of his class.
"I'll introduce you when I get a chance. 'Cause I don't know what to say, it's kind of hard."
"Friend, is it?
"Well, I guess so."
Business people, too.
I arrived at the dining room while we were talking about that.
Naturally, there are a lot of people this time of year anyway.
We're supposed to be wandering around somewhere where we can sit with a meal tray, but we don't have to worry about that.
One table is making a puffy blank in the dining room that the students waste.
That seat, which was set up to blind the eyes, sometime became our designated seat.
"Sounds a little complicated."
Haha, and I agree with Reesha, who laughs like trouble, with her shoulders up.
Nevertheless, it was many times better than expected that it would be harmless just to be viewed in a faraway winding.
That would be a big reason because I became involved with Lucru.
"Rosie?"
And Reesha, sitting in the front, was looking straight at this one.
"What?
"No, he seemed to care about something around him, so why not?"
"... did it look that way?
"Yes."
I realize you're losing control because of your lack of sleep.
After all, securing sleep is more important than anything else.
"It's nothing. I was just wondering which way you decided."
"Which one? Ah."
"Yes, there's Celia standing behind me now."
Well, sit down and sip the soup.
and Celia, with a tray of meals, sat next to Riesha free for a few seconds.
Celia looks down with her lips chewed, without looking at each other badly and not mouthing the meal.
"Um..."
I said something. I did. I moved my hand and Lisha, with her mouth shut, finally peered into Celia's face and said so.
"This is the first time we've talked properly, isn't it? My name is Liesha Mystiglia. Thank you for your help before this."
"Ah, oh. Celia Nolent."
The cheeks unwittingly loosen when two people shook hands at each other in such a way that they were afraid of each other.
That'll be enough, I stopped my hand at the meal and looked at Celia.
"So you thought about it overnight and decided what to do, right? That's why you're here."
"... yes"
Then let me hear your answer.
Ugh, and a breath.
Celia, with her hands on her chest and her eyes closed for a little while, looked straight at me with those deep red eyes.
"I want to protect my dad's reputation for continuing to expose injustice for someone."
But keep narrowing your eyes.
"More than that, I want revenge on the one who wore the stigma of a serial killer on my dad. My dad was executed for not doing anything wrong, and I can't allow him to still be alive."
revenge, Celia's voice shaken with the word.
Evidence of heightened emotions. I can't help it.
"For that... Rosie Mystiglia, I want to help you. If you will cooperate, I will dedicate all my life to you. For me, it's all about taking revenge on my dad, so..."
"No, you said no."
"... yeah"
I snort at Celia for leaking her fine voice.
Expectations are off, as I dare say.
"I said I have no taste in uncovering other people's past, but I like uncovering other people's lies. And there was a lie in your words. So I can't take that favor. Hit the other one."