"Mr. Elsa, I will now awaken your unconsciousness and open the door to memory. Is that good?
With Elsa's eyes closed, she shakes her neck vertically with a slightly nervous face.
Well, it's been a while since I've done this. I exhaled myself to calm down. [M]
Leave yourself to the feeling of your fingertips getting cold, sharply grinding away waste from your consciousness.
"Now breathe according to my words. Deep, long."
My chest goes back and forth at a regular pace, as I instructed.
"Fine, keep going. Suck it, puke it. Suck it, puke it."
So I repeat the same thing for about 20 seconds and focus Elsa's consciousness on my voice.
Holding the rhythm of breathing, which is inherently carried out unconsciously, leads us to the halfway point between dreams and reality - to some kind of trans state.
"Elsa Relics. You are now exactly where the man who took her beloved husband seven years ago is about to be executed"
Send Risha a signal and ask her to open all the windows nearby.
More limp air than indoors poured in with the hustle and bustle of the city.
"There are plenty of people around, waiting for that moment now or now. Of course, you're one of them."
"... Yep"
"Look, you hear people flying wild, right? I'm sure he's shouting cruel words. How about you?
"Me, too, screamed. The more my throat dries up. Die, die, Kyle's grudge, die, miserable, like, die, die, die..."
"Yes, you're doing well. How's he doing on the headstand?
"... nothing. Just."
"Just?"
"... I'm bleeding out of my head when a thrown stone hits me. It feels good."
I shake my shoulders and laugh when I shrug.
His eyes remained closed and his mouth shaped a ruthless grin.
"Do you know his name?
"... patch, worker"
"Yes,“ Patchworker. "His name is Alec Nolent."
Elsa's breathing rhythm is disturbed.
I'm diving deep because of it. It's not a good idea for the image to collapse now.
"Elsa, try to breathe with me again."
"But that man...!
"It's okay, don't worry. He'll never get away with it. The lead blade over his head will surely bring his sins to justice, and you must know that."
"... right, right. Then."
In keeping with my words, Elsa breathed calmly again.
Forecasting calm, she reaches out to her unconscious again.
"Come on, it's time for the sentence to be served. Tell me how you feel right now?
"... quick, I'm thinking fast. And my right hand hurts a little."
My right hand hurts - I quickly figured out who that feeling was.
I move Kyle's artifact, the golden piercing, into Elsa's right hand and let it grip gently.
"I wanted Kyle to see the moment, too. You had Pierce in your hand."
"... happy, will you"
"I'm sure your feelings were pleasant."
"... well, good"
Fluffy Elsa's body swings.
Looks like we dived a little too far, but it's the best time to pull the info out.
"Look, the blade on the truncator will fall. How's Alec? Are you rambling? Are you screaming something?
A longer silence persists than ever before.
Eventually, after a gentle breath, Elsa's mouth finally spinned the word.
"... no, I didn't do anything. All the way down, eyes closed."
"How's your expression? Watch your eyebrows, your eyes, your mouth, will you?
"... eyebrows, eyes, mouth. It's flowing, clear blood. No, that one."
I heard things in the next room, in the kitchen.
It sounds like something heavy brought it to the wall.
"... crying, I'm"
- Connected.
"Me, how, how"
"Well done, Mr. Elsa"
Move directly next to Elsa and gently put your hand on its right shoulder.
"Once you take a deep breath at your own pace, open your eyes slowly"
Eyelids slowly open, edged by long eyelashes, blinking repeatedly several times.
It was like waking up, with an indefinite blue eye shaking.
"Was I, uh, asleep?
"Yes. He was crushing like a rumor about something, so I'm sure he was even dreaming about it. Are you tired?
"No, nothing. That shouldn't have happened lately...... oh? Why is the window open?
"Oh, I'm sorry, it was a little hot. Reesha, you can close it now. Thanks."
It's already dusk outside.
I thought I could go around by the end of the day with about 5 of the notes Giri gave me, but I didn't think I'd get this far in one case.
But there was a harvest for that.
"Speaking of which, is Celia going to be okay? You were going to make me tea, weren't you?
"Ah, Mr. Elsa. Wait a minute, please."
"Huh?"
Reach up to Elsa's shoulder, standing up, weigh in and let her sit down again.
"It's okay. Because I'm sure you're just failing and re-brewing. Sit and wait like this."
"... I wonder why"
Elsa tilts her neck with a strange face.
"I felt very relieved when you said," I'm fine. "My heart is calming down."
"... that must have fallen asleep and mistaken me for Mr. Kyle. Look, I was sitting in Mr. Kyle's seat."
"Haha, I'm sure you are"
I put my hand on my mouth and saw Elsa laughing, and I smiled back small.