Was hot water available for bathing in the water even late at night, the stripper never cooled to the bottom and the air was warm and damp?
Shizukuishi was still conveying from her wet hair, pounding, dripping from her white elbow to her feet.
"... air essence, air area... respond to my voice... eh"
"Stay... I don't know what you're trying to do, but calm down... eh!
You're telling me to exercise my strength when I see a secret - holding a towel that covers the front of my body unreliably, she - Leslie comes packing a pass from the front.
"Ku......!
I don't know what I'm going to do, and I can't fight back. I work on a wooden clap that was laid at my feet and get it to be accepted with more elasticity - but it's not like the shock is gone at all, and I can't hold my breath to the clap that pushed me down.
"... Aeria... into our own air... in lieu of a false illusion..."
"... well. Spirit of the Air...... Didn't see it in college, but you used it"
Covered over me, I say as I look up at Leslie holding my shoulder down.
- Her wet hair on her face and those eyes just captured me like I was frightened and she couldn't even continue chanting, she's just looking at me.
Even the towel that was hiding my body has already flown away somewhere. Never before have I seen her so disturbed.
"Quite, you're amazing magic... I just thought you were someone else, completely male. Does changing the feeling of your voice mean it's not difficult for an air spirit?"
I'm not familiar with anything other than my field of expertise, but a voice is what happens when the vibration of a human vocal cord is transmitted to the air and becomes a sound.
If Leslie can sign with the Spirit of the Air and interfere, it's not strange to be able to change her voice. Is there still a limit, the height of the voice was not lowered.
"... how come, a little later, you didn't come back...?
"I'm sorry. Even so, it's been quite a while since Leslie left the sanitary building while she was asleep and returned from Her Highness."
"Still... just a little... just a little, if you're late..."
"... and then I'll stay unaware for a longer time. But I'll notice sooner or later. You have to realize, no matter how stupid you've never known anything."
The force in Leslie's hand that was holding me back can be loosened. She withdrew her hand and tears spilled out of her eyes.
"... Brother Glass is... not stupid... I knew I would follow orders from the College... that's what the Dean of the College said. That's why you taught me... before Brother Glass left..."
"So... talk to your sister-in-law and ask her about me. It's not like we're gonna see each other for the rest of our lives, so why did you do that?"
"... when I go to the battlefield, I don't know what it is. Even today, a lot of people die... and if Brother Glass does... never again..."
I didn't think I'd see you. Without being able to put that into words, Leslie began to cry without even raising her voice.
I don't have a clue, I'm always calm. You did better than me, but you pulled the same detached spirits, and you couldn't recognize them from around you - you weren't comforting each other with the same conditions. But I did use Leslie and Sven as a base for my heart.
- The one chosen as the Spirit off the hook hasn't been around since birth.
- Hey, that guy's taking care of a tree again. I wish I could stop being a college and be a gardener.
- Glass Weed. Why don't you even think about helping your father with his work, not as a magician? If you're the secretary of the Wang Metropolitan Council, you can write him a letter of introduction.
If I hadn't been in college to be a magician, I might have chosen a way of life like they say. But I couldn't abandon my dreams any more than I did when I got into magic school.
Whenever I was scorned and alienated, at first I also got one of the emotions that cursed the world.
Because I had company, I endured being treated as a detached person.
Even being denied about the covenant spirits and forced to become merely breathing beings in college, he couldn't help but give up.
I wasn't afraid to die.
When no one thinks they need them, and dreams are extinguished, people easily despair, look at the world with cold eyes, and all words come to mind that denigrate them and others alike.
It's worse to stop that way and live with your emotions sinking into the bottom of the mud than to die.
I waited until Leslie calmed down crying and waited until she saw this one.
Eventually, the moistened eyes can be pointed at this way. I remember when I first met Leslie.
Even then, she looked at me like that. To fear, but to ask for something.
"... I had a dream"
"... dreams... what you said you wanted to be a court magician...?
"There's that too. But before that... I wanted to be something full of magicians. That's about it, a vague dream."
Leslie still won't know what I'm trying to say. But you took an interest in me, and my breathing calms me down gradually.
"... those who died today, and the soldiers who have lost their lives for their country so far, all did. Even if I had a dream, I chose to protect my country before I could make it happen. But if they could have survived... they would have chased their dreams again."
Send me to the fortress on the front line as a military doctor. When I accepted that, I just thought that the first thing I could do was sit at the end of the court magician's seat, and that the military doctor's job was for that.
Now, no. One of my dreams came true when I came to this fortress as a military doctor. That must not end - I cannot help wishing that even if it is proper to think about this in itself.
"I will see through this battle. I want to look for something I can do until one day I don't have to fight. It is also a happy thing to live in peace in a place where there is no fear of death. But then I'll just one day watch Leslie get married at a distance and live and die without doing what I can. I'd rather do what I have to do here, wherever I don't know when I'm going to die"
"... Brother Glass... my, about the house... did you know...?
"... I don't know everything. But... I know Leslie's drawing the Duke's blood. I'm sorry I kept my mouth shut all the time. I don't deserve to be mad at Leslie for following me. Even I lied worse."
When I told the truth, I thought it was a sin to lose everything, or - even to think I might be forgiven.
"... I don't... I'm not lying. Brother Glass, don't say anything for me. I'd rather just think about myself... even now, I was just trying to protect my lies..."
"... so are we both the same? I wonder if we've been thinking too much."
At first, Leslie looked surprised.
But did it convey the meaning of 'the same' - she flaunts her face and smiles for the first time in a long time.
I can't say anything to that crying expression. It was me that got her so far in my head - she was more scared of me dying on the front line than I was at the time.
My feelings for her like that were just warm. I was grateful and wondering what I would be rewarded for doing.