The exhaled breath stains slightly white.
It was a mild early summer climate right after I came to this world, but it was long enough for the season to go halfway around.
So there's nothing wrong with it, but if you've lived there for six months, you'll learn the trick of how to live.
Rosie, who was an unaccompanied boy, was also now a privileged student at a first-class educational institution, and he was able to preach with the Holy Knights and nobles, who also went to the heart of this country.
At this point, I can say that my first goal, "Living a Second Life Easily”, was half-achieved.
... Yes, there is no reason for me to bother sticking my neck in the dark of the country right now.
In the previous life he destroyed himself by some endless sense of superiority and lust for gold and fame.
How about now? Don't you justify telling yourself that it's for the good of the world that you want to dress Risha well?
"Rosie?"
"Hmm, what's wrong?
Leesha walking next door watched as she peered this way.
It's the usual hat on a coat with white lines in dark blue fabric.
It would be better than to see silver hair and elf-specific long ears together, though oddly visible beside you.
"No, because I hadn't asked where I was going yet. I don't know what to do when I say I'll look into it, so I don't know about Rosie."
"Meet and listen to people first. From there... well, maybe I'll do something Reesha doesn't like."
"... I don't know what that is, but that's what I told you. Whatever Rosie does, I accept."
That's what I said and made you smile. There's no sign you're lying to Risha.
The words are definitely out of my heart, and I can see that you have absolute trust in me.
But what would you think if it came to that?
At least it's not ethically possible, it's not like any big name would be forgiven.
"No, you can't do that,"
"Huh?"
"I can't change who I am, a fraud. But Risha can still live as a normal person. No matter what birth. You can hate it when you should, because that's what's normal."
"But then Rosie..."
"You don't always need the same values among your buddies. I'm eccentric, and Leisha's on the right track, so we can make up for each other's bad parts.
Reesha, who brightened her expression all the time, hugged me in the arm.
Warmth is transmitted through the clothes from the intimate areas.
It was comfortable as it invited reassurance, and the foreign feeling that was caught in the bottom of my heart had disappeared somewhere.
I was also anxious. [M]
"It's hard to walk."
"Isn't that nice? This is warmer."
"Yes, I am."
"No, do you?
"... if you don't like it, I'm shaking it off."
heel, and walks with a laughing Leisha.
Through the alley I use for shortcuts, I went out on the street.
When we get here, there's only one more destination. Once again he looked up at the royal castle and his eyes narrowed as Riesha glared.
"That, listening, is no way...!
"Um, that would be the quickest thing I could do if I could fix it."
Yes, you can ask the person who took the medicine if it worked.
If you're going to be sure of the veracity of the drug effect, it should be enough to just look at the reaction.
However, that doesn't lead to a clarification of the rumors.
What we want to know is not the effect, but the drug itself - the ingredient part - more than the miracle proof is not the purpose.
It would be a waste of time to ask a man who reached for medicine with the thought of straw, what the straw was made of.
That's why I need to see him again.
"Then who the hell are you here to talk to?
He slips through the side of the guard who bites the yawn to death looking bored and proceeds to the back of the castle.
It was only the downward staircase that appeared at the end of the passageway that entered like a maze.
Going down irregular steps with caution at your feet, previous ornate decorations lurk a ringing halfway.
Eventually, we reached a dungeon full of gloomy, moldy air.
"Hey, hey, you're in trouble! You are not allowed in here!
The guard who noticed us rushed over here.
... I don't hear metal bumps. I mean, this guy's just a lookout, he doesn't have a key.
"'Cause you're not a kid yet. Did I get lost? Your father and mother must be upstairs, so look for them. You can't come here."
"I'm sorry, but we're not just kids or lost. I came here to talk to one of the prisoners."
"Uh, yes, yes. Sometimes they come, like you, interested in criminals. But I'm under royal orders never to let any aristocratic child through. It's no use threatening me with a house name, I'm sorry to hear that."
That's what the guard says and proudly puts his chest up.
Straight sword on the waist and... a leather water bottle?
"Hey, is this sword real?
"Oh, hey! Don't do this because it's dangerous!
Reaching out as I say, the guard gets half-hearted and distanced to keep his sword away from me.
Well, the planting's done.
"Ha. I'm bored because I'm here, and my throat is dry, so shall we go home? I'm dying for some cold apple juice."
"Huh? Hey, I'm leaving now..."
Talking together, he whispered as he covered Reesha's mouth, nodding as Reesha panicked, who had not been able to swallow the situation.
"Right! I got my throat dry, too."
"Hey, you know what? The apple juice at the store is delicious. There's a firm sweetness in the sourness, and that moment is the best as you pass your throat through your tongue."
"Really? Then let's go! Now!"
What a deliberate exchange we go up the stairs and lean against the wall and exhale when we get back to the ground floor.
This would be a great place to kill time, with few crowds.
And Reesha, with a strange face, was twisting her neck.
"Why are you talking about juice all of a sudden?
"Magic Spell to Sleep Your Enemy"
"... Rosie, answer me seriously"
"Heh heh, I'm not even lying. I'll be there another time in about half an hour."
That's exactly 30 minutes later.
Going down an irregular staircase like a design error again, there was an earlier appearance of guards sitting up easily on the wall.
……
Right? And when I let him flatter his shoulder, Riesha sighed with a face that seemed to be just a little fun as he shrugged.