When the carriage was ready, me and Mr Emiliana were to evacuate Platonovena. I don't even give you the time to spare your goodbyes satisfactorily - I don't think it's a lifetime goodbye in the first place - we packed our bags and packed them into the carriage so they could chase us.
Shortly before leaving Platonovena, they managed to squirt my time. Alec and I came to drop me off - but if you're going to see Emiliana, your lovers are totally into the world of two, and I'm out of a mosquito net. I have never been dissatisfied with that, but I am still waiting a little further away because I was uncomfortable.
"Dear Alec..."
"Don't look at me like that"
Alec hugs Emiliana hard and hard in tears. The figure of the beautiful lovers who spare their farewell fell in love with each other, carelessly but like a scene in the film.
You shouldn't look too disheartened, and you look away. Still, my ears were good for two.
"Please, be safe."
That's what I told you. Mr. Emiliana's voice was trembling. I'm sure the eyes that look up at Mr. Alec shake, and there are beautiful tears overflowing from the jaws without a stop. I can tell without looking.
What the hell does Mr. Alec look like staring at such a fiancée? Are you smiling to reassure me, or are you frowning at the painful appearance of Mr. Emiliana?
"Emiliana's been waiting, waiting"
It was a healthy, temperamental word.
The more this chest I hear, the more I accidentally get off the spot. If I had listened any more, I would have cried, too.
Hold on to the city and intercept the demons.
What the hell are the odds of winning? Neither Alec nor Arnold tried to tell us more about the demons. At the same time, words such as "victory", words that had a similar meaning to it, were never spoken.
I have too much anxiety.
I see that Arnold is very unlikely to die here. Elvira's problem has not yet been solved as one. But finally, little by little, it's time to find hope. I can't believe he died at such a time - metaphorically, I don't think it's possible. "Last Brave" is the King's Road RPG. The production staff wouldn't have liked such a twisted, bad aftertaste development.
But this idea, too, can no longer be trusted 100%.
Mr. Alec is also wondering if he is unlikely to die in battle in this operation because of his appearance in the game. But this world is slowly beginning to differ from what I know as the Last Brave.
All I could do anymore was wish them well. Memories of previous life are of no use. What's strong and new game?
"Laura!
Where I was leaning down, Rin was called out. I look up to be invited by that voice, and I look at you. Then a bright red popped into view.
Mr. Vilma was about to walk over here with another cook from the Platonovena branch, so he also rushes over from me.
"Will the Vilmas stay here?
"Only until backup arrives. If magicians are dispatched, there will also be more means of recovery. Then we'll evacuate to Annea. I'm going to be soaked all the time. Don't push yourself, Laura, but be careful with your body."
Mr. Vilma gently bent over and smiled gently as he gazed at me.
They continue to coordinate at the Platonovena branch and say they will evacuate to the city of Anea once some support is in place. If so, we'll probably be able to meet again in Anea in a few days. - If nothing goes wrong.
I looked up at her, as I asked for Mr. Vilma's expression. Then he noticed my gaze, and Mr. Vilma said, "Hmm?" He leans his little neck and smiles at me. My body shuddered when I remembered that I had lost sight of the redhead, which wobbled.
"I knew I was going to..."
"No. Ampel evacuate to Anea once. I've already contacted the Anea branch."
Arnold came into the conversation from behind so as to block my words. If you look back in surprise and panic - Arnold, dressed in a moveable soldier's outfit, instead of his usual white coat, was about to walk over here.
I do not reply to words similar to orders, but rather look up to black eyes in resentment. Then Arnold's brow rose slightly, feeling the dissatisfaction and disgust that came to my eyes.
Nothing, I'm not going against it. I know if I stay here, I'll have an unwanted hard time. But still, if you can, it's only natural that you want to be on the right side of the battlefield.
"... should we continue to formulate there"
"Ah. In a little while, Wang Du - Mr. Caspel should give you instructions. Until then please."
Instructions from Mr. Caspel. To that word, return to me forever.
Depending on the content of the instructions, I may be evacuated from Anea to the Wang capital further. To recall Arnold's past words, it seemed that Mr. Caspel had originally opposed sending me to the Platonovena branch in itself.
"... ok"
snort heavily. Then Arnold untied the arm he was putting together and gently pulled his jaw to snort.
One last time, he glances at me and Arnold turns back on his heels from the spot.
"... be careful. Take care of your body."
The words I managed to squeeze out were very childish, and the voices I uttered were tiny and slightly trembling, even though I tried to spare a goodbye on my moving back.
I'm sure my words didn't reach Arnold - the moment I thought so, the footsteps stepping on the snow stopped.
"I'm not dying, I am."
And without looking back, I went on.
"For Elvira"
In the carriage I boarded. I give Emiliana, who's completely blocked in, the recovery pills she was conditioning before she left the city. Even when it comes to restorative medicines, they are fried with medicinal herbs that help warm your body, which is not so different from warm tea. It has a slightly bitter taste, but my little one also drinks a lot when it's good for her health.
"Mr. Emiliana, go ahead with this. Your body will warm up."
"Oh, excuse me..."
When I received it, you wanted to distract her. She opened the container all the time.
I also drank the recovery pills I had prepared for myself in several bites. It is instant, so when it enters the body, the twitching and warmth spreads to the fingertips.
"Um, Lady Laura."
My spine stretched unexpectedly to a hard voice like the one where my determination was hidden.
What the hell can I tell you? I don't know if you can tell me to go back, etc. - etc., but as I stiffen myself up and wait for Mr. Emiliana's next word,
"Would you make me a disciple?!?
"... Huh?
Words that rocked the tympanic membrane were something I never expected.
Without my immediate reaction, Ms. Emiliana thought that her attitude was a silent denial, and she turned to herself. And keep the words coming.
"I want to help, too. But I have no magic or power..."
Clouding your verbal butt, leaning down, Mr. Emiliana.
I can peek through the fluttering blonde gaps on my face with shaky blue eyes and chewed cute lower lips.
"We know that conditioning requires a lot of knowledge and solid technology. Something I've been studying for a few days and it's unlikely I can make a decent recovery pill... but I'm sure I can help you with chores like picking up the medicinal herbs you've been instructed to do, cleaning and such!
So desperate to recruit her, I saw myself once.
Obaba off the village in order to escape the future of losing heroine - I remember that day when I apprenticed to my master. It's been over 6 years since I realized it. I don't know if I should say it yet or not. It seemed like yesterday and it seemed like a long time ago.
- and not if you are immersed in sentiment. I need to do something about Emiliana, who's bowing her head to me right now.
Make me a disciple, my God. It was a story I honestly couldn't think about, I never even thought about.
"Yes, no, you know, Mr. Emiliana"
"Use as much as you like! Please!... because I can only wait"
A grain of puffiness, tears spilled out of its puffiness. I tried to follow it once it spilled, and tears conveyed the puffiness and Mr. Emiliana's cheeks.
I get upset by the tears of a pretty girl, what a voice I should speak to. But he didn't care about his own tears, and he looked at me directly in the face with eyes that shined a strong light like never before.
Please.
Yes, my lips move. The voice was like a drawn, painful voice trying desperately to indulge in trembling.
Stare at each other for a few moments. It was - I was the one who took root.
"Okay. But not as a disciple... my immature, can you help me? Best regards,"
Smile loose and give me your right hand. Then a smile spread to Emiliana's face.
I get my right hand gripped. And I said, "Nice to meet you, Master!" With a full grin, Mr. Emiliana nodded. So although I pinched my mouth, not my disciple, the words did not seem to reach Mr. Emiliana's ears.
- Assistant to the Wang connoisseur, 14 years old. I have a disciple.