The Isle Rose Fortress runs through a waterway drawn from the canal. It is used as domestic water, but there are other deep-dug wells that are used as genuine water for cooking meals.
Originally, neighbors built small settlements, a well that was used there, but it was bought out when they built fortresses, he said. Based on that money, the original inhabitants said they moved to the town of Wendell, close to the fortress.
The reason for the high cost of that well is that one of the two dug wells had a mix of hot springs. A major advantage for the soldiers sleeping in the quarters on the first floor of the fortress was the ease of access to hot water.
The basement of the fortress was divided into several areas, one of which was that there were baths used by executives. That, too, is a consideration unique to a fortress just for women - although in times of war, hygiene is directly linked to morale, so it's a good thing that the facilities are in place.
(Well, the hot springs and wells don't always spring infinitely either, so I can usually only wipe my body...... in college, I was out of town and occasionally went to a public bath, but that's not quite how it works)
When I start remembering things a little while back, it still comes to my mind about my people. I think Sven is fine because he's a tough guy, but would Leslie be doing well in college?
When you think about Leslie's house, it's a feeling. The Duke of Rencruz, the concealer - Leslie himself thinks I don't know, but I happened to know that fact.
My father was a clerk to the House of Lords, and my mother was seven daughters of the Viscount family. Originally, Leslie and I differ greatly in our identities and not in a relationship where we can interact. That's why I got to know her and call her 'Brother Glass' back when I first met her.
When I was eight years old and went to magic school, the fact that I was drawing noble blood meant that the teachers' eyes weren't so harsh - that expectation would turn back on the day of the Spirit Choice Ritual. Not that I was particularly privileged because I had few aristocratic children in the first place.
But the fact that I was still drawing noble blood, and that my mother's home was involved with the Duke of Rencruz family, I was asked to be summoned by Headmaster Hendrick at the time Leslie came to school.
"As one of the guards in the college to make sure no other students do harm to Leslie Lee Renkles, I'd like you to help me, too."
That was a request for me to watch Leslie strictly in a woodland school where freshmen and upper classmates squadron together.
Several other, breath-taking aristocratic students of the Rencruz family were chosen, and Leslie spent time at the Forest School, perhaps completely unconscious, under surveillance from multiple humans.
I was a different squad than Leslie. What happened, Leslie got lost in the woods despite all those strict security instructions.
Someone else will look for Leslie. At first I thought it was unnatural for me to go ahead and help a younger female student I hadn't even spoken to yet.
But I didn't get lost in any way. I was convinced, without reason, that I could find Leslie in the dark woods as everyone butted into the woods where it started to get dark.
At that time, I might have had signs of a contract with the plant spirits. I felt that the spirits of the naturally occurring trees were telling me where Leslie was.
"Why are you here?
The girl I finally found after searching around looked up at me with my hands up out of the sinus (urchin) that was made at the root of the great tree. I don't trust anyone, it was the kind of eyes that conveyed it.
I hesitated for some reason to tell the truth. If I had spoken the phrase 'because the teacher asked me', I might have imagined what the girl in front of me would look like.
So I thought desperately, and I said, 'I don't know' because I didn't get an answer for thinking.
How did you bring Leslie home then? I don't remember clearly any more until I slammed her in the leg.
(... I won't die until I tell the truth. That's why you don't have to worry about anything)
That I was instructed by the head teacher, that I knew where Leslie came from. Don't keep your mouth shut about it all the time - one day I should be punished by her.
With the face of knowing nothing, he also enjoyed the call 'Brother Glass' and felt comfortable spending time with Leslie, who similarly drew off the spirits.
The women who draw the blood of the Rencruz family are all married in a political marriage. Whenever Leslie does that while I'm away from college - nobility is told that by the age of eighteen, everything will be married.
"Oh, um... Dr. Glass?
"Eh... su, sorry. Stop in the hallway."
When I noticed, a woman with short hair stood in front of me. I still don't remember all the names of the hygienists - next time, I have to remember them again.
"Oh, you're going for a hot tub. In the bathroom, there were bills for men's use. We made bills for Dr. Glass and his secretary."
"Thank you for your concern"
"No, it's good to see you... because the teachers are taking great care of you... so..."
Like something panicked, the woman ran away - but did she see the sticker with the slogan 'Quiet in the hallway', from which she walked away early.
These fortresses are full of disciplined and diligent people. I know there are a lot of people out there, but so far the relationship is improving, and there is no curse. Can I think of you as someone who is doing well?
(I thought you might be pretty isolated because you're one man... but in that sense, I knew Mr. Rendle was here and you're pretty helpful)
With that in mind, I open the door with the "In Male Use" tag and go into the stripper.
"Ah, Mr. Rendle. I'm already going up..."
"Huh...!?
- You can't be there other than 'Mr. Rendle'.
Bills in male use. He came with me, Mr. Rendle - even with his hat off and his glasses off, he was definitely a man.
But all this time, I didn't ask what kind of magic Mr. Rendle used to protect me from the goblin arrows was caused by the Spirit.
With the power of the Spirit, "Mr. Rendle" was faking who he was against me.
"... glass, teacher..."
That's how I call her, and I couldn't tie her to someone I knew for a moment.
When I was twelve years old, I was still a child who left behind the shame. But then three years later, knowing that she had changed, I still didn't understand how much that had changed.
A cloth to wipe the body hides the chest unreliably. A long, wet hair rested on my shoulder, and that shoulder, I guess, concealed by devising clothes - drawing thin, luxurious curves.
That's how everything in my eyes showed that 'Mr. Rendle' could not be a man or something.