I have been evacuated to the town of Anea, 6th. Me and Mr. Emiliana continued to formulate restorative drugs at the Anea branch, based in one of the rooms in the lodging that was available.
Basically, from morning to evening, I ask Emiliana to help me prepare - and that is what I ask her to pick the designated herbs from the herbal garden, to have the necessary tools in place for the preparation, or, to put it bluntly, for chores - and after the stipulated closing hours, I instruct her in the preparation as promised -
"Oh, that?
"Ah, Mr. Emiliana! Don't rush!
When I saw the true water boiling the herb boiling down and about to overflow, I quenched the fire with agitation. Mr. Emiliana looks difficult, staring at the boggling true water with excessive heat.
- The instruction given to Emiliana could not be clearly said to be going well. But that's not her lack of talent or anything like that. From anyone's eyes, it was clear that the awkwardness of my instruction was the reason.
I am aware that it is an endlessly complacent statement, but I am a genius - a sensationalist - when it comes to formulation. Therefore, it is not possible to convey the precise instructions to Mr. Emiliana. I was surprised that the over-sensitive commentary popped out of my mouth when I coached them while setting an example, such as "if I thought I somehow heated them up to good health" or "if I felt a slight change in the feeling they conveyed to my hands". And more than that, I felt sorry for Mr. Emiliana.
- I would definitely hate a teacher like this if I were you.
Emiliana worked hard to follow my unfriendly and overly obscure guidance, but I couldn t help but wonder if she hated me behind it.
"It's hard..."
Shin, said Emiliana, who drips the dust.
Every time the same thing happened, my explanation was bad, she apologized repeatedly, but every time she denied it all over her body, so I just shook my head without being able to say anything. I'm sorry to make you deny it so many times, and being persistent can seem depressing.
I looked at the liquid a few steps ahead of the recovery pill that completely lost heat in an attempt to change the subject this way. Sure, there's still some way to go to the recovery pills, but still.
"But it's much better than yesterday! The fire just got a little too strong this time, and the amount of true water and the time to heat it is perfect! Sounds great. Excuse me."
"No! Master, so great and natural!
Master. All I can do is laugh bitterly at the words directed at me.
I realized this time that I am not suitable for the leaders I make, so let s not take a lifelong apprentice. Mr. Emiliana is the first and last disciple. - That being said, I've never thought greatly of her as a disciple.
"I'm not your master anymore."
I just wanted to help because the person who made me better asked me to tell you a little bit about my wisdom and experience. It's not a big deal to be a master.
While denying it, there was a more gentle smile on his mouth than a bitter smile. Look at that, Mr. Emiliana relaxes his cheeks, too.
- Quite a few days have passed since we left Platonovena. Still no tone out, and probably these clothes continue. No, maybe they just haven't arrived yet, and now it's possible that Arnold and the others are confronted by demons.
I shook my head (wearing it) at the ominous delusions that crossed my back of my brain.
Emiliana doesn t speak, either, but she will be showing Alec who she is. And from her point of view, it should be obvious that I'm leading Arnold and the others. But if we think about them, we both know we'll be anxious and out of touch with nothing. That is why the word Platonovena does not appear in any way on our topic.
As unnatural as it was, we were desperate for each other to maintain a soothing atmosphere. We smile, pretending not to notice it, even as we feel its desperation as a twinge.
To add, we hardly ever meet anyone other than each other. I wake up in the morning and go to work at the branch, do the mixing in the assigned private room, instruct Mr. Emiliana after the evening, and then go back to the inn. The people of the Anea branch seemed confused about how to treat us who were suddenly pressured for protection by a single letter from Mr. Alec.
The kind of days you two manage to stand alone. - Honestly, every day I can rub it off physically and mentally.
"Why was Mr. Laura aiming for a chef?
We dived into each other s beds at the inn, and at exactly that moment when we tried to say good night, an unexpected topic popped out of Emiliana s mouth. The tone sounds like a child who begs his parents to play games before he goes to sleep.
Perhaps she is being attacked by drowsiness. And yet you've been talking to me, which is why you wanted to ask me, and you've been looking at the timing?
I was wondering what to answer. Thought I'd delude you with a beautiful lie - but the words that slipped out of your mouth were things you didn't even expect.
"... If I told you honestly, Emiliana might hate me"
I turned around to see Emiliana s face and talk to her.
I couldn t even say the room you prepared was big enough to flatter me. I don't want to complain about anything. I sincerely appreciate Alec's statement that he is renting me a room in the lodging room without any accommodation fees - would it be appropriate to say from the other side that he is protecting the girls? What a compact room with two beds leaning against each other. I fall asleep in a different bed, but I feel like I'm sleeping with you.
Emiliana seemed to swallow up my vague words. That look is adorable and I accidentally spill a laugh. Then I felt guilty about the boulders to Mr. Emiliana, who became an increasingly difficult face.
"Sorry, that was a mean way of putting it.... I wanted to get out of the village... I was from a small village, so I wanted to see the world. That's what I'm doing! ♪ And so I thought ♪
Quickly speak up all at once. As she breathed heavily trying to make up for the oxygen she had run out of by it and then watched how Mr. Emiliana was doing, she was surprised to round her eyes.
Falling silence. What did Mr. Emiliana think when he asked why he became my conditioner? I've wrapped it in some beautiful words, but it doesn't change why I meant it.
"It's a pretty selfish reason. haha."
I couldn t stand the silence and deliberately went on with a bright voice trying to make it a laugh. Then he said my vain laugh, "No!" and Emiliana's whispering voice stopped.
I look at her in front of me in amazement. The blue eyes were shooting straight through me.
"That day... the day the demon attacked the city, Mr. Laura running around the mansion was very dazzled. I, long after I was born, have walked the determined path. Whatever your father tells you...... it's all about getting engaged with Alec too. That's why I admire Mr. Laura, who is younger than me and who walks the path he decides to take."
An unexpected word returned and I held my breath for a moment.
I don't know Emiliana's birth. I can predict it's quite an identity because I can get engaged to a nobleman who rules a territory called Alec Platonovena. And then the "Spirit's Drinking Water" heirloom is passed down, you mean from Flaria or something?
But the words spoken from Emiliana s mouth were convincing somewhere. This is only my impression, but I felt that Mr. Emiliana must be a dearly raised lady.
"Of course, you're dissatisfied with your life right now, that's not true! I m rather very happy... I m so happy and scared. Being a very blessed life is meant to be aware. But..."
"That's different from this, isn't it?"
Take over Emiliana's words. Then she breathed in relief in front of her, her eyes fluttering and narrowing.
Emiliana s current story may be taken in bad faith if she missees the person she talks to. She is a privileged person. Born in a house that is perhaps quite powerful, he lives slowly, cherished as the wife of a lord. Some would be angry at what they were doing in such a position.
Because I know that, perhaps Mr. Emiliana was relieved by my words.
"Just for a second, I feel like I know. I also wanted to leave the village because I thought that if I stayed in the village I could only walk the determined path..."
I chose this path to escape my chosen profession. Though that's not all that's ahead of me now, I felt, in awe, that Mr. Emiliana's feelings were only a little discernible.
♪ Ho ho ho. Mr. Emiliana's face can be solved at a young age.
Over the past few days, Emiliana and I have been constantly acting together. Then naturally the distance approached, and there is a lot of affection for her - a sense of intimacy coming. But that's why it didn't even seem too early to reveal the thoughts we had in each other's chests.
That and this is probably because of the situation that is now being put in place. Leaving the close people on the battlefield, they don't know anything about how they are, just waiting for the next two of us to give them instructions. If you think that the anxiety you have right now can only be shared with your opponent - and so on, it may not be strange to illuminate as if you've gotten close to flying one leg or two.
I looked not floating and spoke to Emiliana, who clouds her jewel-like blue eyes, even knowing that she would not rest.
"Even on a determined path, it is you who walks"
Even if the determined path is in front of you and you are going down that path, nothing is being manipulated by others. Anytime you are willing to move off the path in front of you and go your own way, it will come true.
But Mr. Emiliana didn t seem to want it. I guess I'm just a little weak and shaken by this situation.
I smile at Emiliana. She smiled at me, too.
- 'There was no further conversation that night, and the two of us gave ourselves up to the sleeper.
Around noon, a chef from the Anea branch visited us.
"Oh, you know, Mr. Laura"
"... what's wrong with you?
I tried to call her by name, but she didn t come out.
He seems to have been entrusted with our care, but this is the second time we have had a conversation. Once when I visited this branch, and now for the second time.
I have a letter for you from the King's Landing.
I took a breath in the white envelope I was currently offered.
"Ka, it's from Mr. Kaspel, you know, go ahead"
I hesitate for a moment, but receive it immediately.
It's okay. It's not a letter from Platonovena. You shouldn't be so frightened. Even if I keep staying at Anea, I can't get around without getting firm instructions from my boss.
I know that, but honestly, my heart was carving a beat a little faster than usual. I laugh when I'm cautious.
Open the envelope. All I had in it was one note. It was also only a few lines, and I could easily imagine that Mr. Caspel was being chased by time by letters like punch-writing that could be read painfully.
"Hey, what...?
I hear anxious voices from behind. It's Mr. Emiliana. I'm sure she's failing to try to smile, and I could imagine even though I haven't seen it.
- Please come back to Wang Du. If anyone is evacuating with you, that person is with you. Don't worry, we'll send a cook to Annea in a way that will go wrong with you. I'm glad you're okay.
That was all that was spelled out in the letter.
"... he told me to come back to Wangdu once. It looks like the other chefs will be coming this way."
Thins will, I knew.
I was somewhat relieved by this instruction from Mr. Kaspel. Every day when I didn't get proper instructions, and Platonovena's information didn't come in satisfactorily, and suddenly I was baffled as to how to handle it from those in the Anea branch who asked for our protection, I twitched and eroded my spirit.
If you return to the Wang capital, you will receive precise instructions from Mr. Caspel, and you will not feel narrow shoulders. You should be able to concentrate more on the formula than you are now. Besides, wouldn't it be easier to get information into King's Capital? The distance is overwhelmingly closer to Anea, but all the information will be gathered in the Wang capital. Besides, Mr. Caspel must not hide it from us when he receives information about Arnold or Alec. In the present situation, it was also possible that the information was blocked, even though the information had arrived, that there was nothing like teaching us - two little daughters.
The more we come to that idea, the more we are left alone.
Anyway, I can get out of the status quo. That should be a pleasure.
I looked back at Mr. Emiliana with a modest smile. But the earlier she looked back, she was hitting and changing with me and distorting that face.