9 - Day. - Fire from the beginning.
Even if I take the special effects I formulated the other day, it doesn't work.
I was on fire - roughly, two minutes and 13 seconds. 9 seconds more than the other day...
After that, it was relatively calm.
Day 909. Scratch your throat.
Although Barnasse and - perform healing magic, it has no effect.
to suffer - say you can't - but this too - made me use it.
Painful nail marks on the neck muscle.
The autologous disease...
910 -. A peaceful day.
No particular symptoms appeared. Annette says she wants to go to...
Tomorrow, I'm going to take you with Ka.
Day 911. The symptoms suddenly worsened.
I promised Noi - I couldn't take him.
The symptoms are high fever.
Why should only this child be seen like this?
- I started reading and said it's only a few pages away. I accidentally closed my notebook and exhaled loudly.
I ended up bringing it up silently, a notebook that seems to be your master's personal belongings. There, perhaps, the course of symptoms in the autologous patient was spelled out in diary form.
It was on the bed at night that I opened my notebook, losing my curiosity while I realized I was being dishonest. The texts, which were already degraded and almost impossible to read, but were nonetheless written, decided on my chest.
(Why is this child the only one...)
I take out the portrait that was sandwiched in my notebook. I stared at a woman who looked very similar to your master.
Is this note written by your master? So was your master's grandson eroded by autopsy? - Like Elvira.
Too little information to judge that. Perhaps the possibility cannot be discarded that there was also a period of trial and error in trying to formulate the special effects of autologous diseases for your master, one of which he has collected from somewhere as a dossier for this purpose.
But if so, why didn't you tell me that when I had previously returned home? Didn't you show me a record of how the symptoms progressed, so precious? Because of its difficulty, autochthonous diseases are hardly ever recorded by patients. So this note was supposed to be one of the very valuable materials.
No way your master would know that. If so, why...
(For your master, autopsy was abominable, tied to memories you wanted to forget, or...)
The more I think about it, the more I feel like this notebook belongs to your master. For example, it would still be best to repent and listen to what I honestly brought up. But the fact that this notebook was in a locked box, and the fact that the master himself didn't tell me the existence of the notebook - those two hooked me up.
I should be seeing the best path to take, but if I had my head, yeah, while I was aware of my hectic self, which I couldn't decide on.
"Laura, are you still awake?
The door to the room was knocked and I heard my mother's peeping voice. I rush to hide the notebook I had in my hand under my pillow. Then slowly approached the door and opened it.
"Duh, what's wrong, Mother?"
"I got a letter to you during the day. I totally forgot to give it to you."
The letter my mother had given me with such a bitter smile was a beautiful envelope made of fine paper to see. If you turn the envelope over to whoever the hell it is and confirm the sender, there's Emiliana Platonovena's name there.
Why would she give me the address here? Looking at the envelope in doubt, I noticed that there was another spelling of the sender's name beside Mr. Emiliana's. That's Lina Beverstam. That's Senior Lina's name. It was written that it was small under it and arrived in Wang Du, so I would send it.
From that literal point of view, Seniors Lina probably distracted me by the letter that arrived once in the Wang capital because it was only half vacation time.
I'm glad I didn't go wrong, and I'm relieved to thank my mother.
"Thank you. Looks like a letter from a friend I found out about at a training destination"
"I was," my mother narrowed her eyes if I told her so with the intention of reassuring her. After giving her a somewhat happy look, she walks out of the room saying "good night" without being asked any more.
Drop that back off and I'll go back to bed.
A letter came from Mr. Emiliana. Probably for you - I promised you before, about the Spirit drinking water.
Does this mean that you sent me a letter, including a paragraph about Mr. Alec? There will be reconstruction of Platonovena, and I was secretly worried about when I could get in touch. It was honestly unexpected that I was contacted in this way from the other side.
I slowly opened the envelope and took out the letter.
- It was spelled out in beautiful letters.
Mr. Laura, we're out of time. It's Emiliana.
We apologize for all the inconvenience and concern this time. And thank you very much for your help. I can't thank Mr. Laura enough.
Alec Platonovena's condition, which also worried Mr. Laura, although he lost both legs, is now perfectly stable and a day to encourage rehab in an effort to rebuild the city as soon as possible.
Mr. Alec seems to be recovering more than he thought. I have chest pain in one sentence about losing both legs, but I can easily imagine Mr. Emiliana supporting him healthy to encourage rehab, and I breathe relief.
I'm sure they'll be fine.
I proceeded to read a letter from Ms Emiliana, feeling her heart calming down when she was carving her early heartbeat.
The story has changed, and I would like to contact you this time about the previously promised "Spirit Drinking Water," and this is how I wrote to you.
I'm so sorry, I'm not going to be able to leave Platonovena for a while. When it comes to being guided by myself, I think I will have to give you some time on a yearly basis.
I fall on my shoulders disappointed by the sentence of apology without deception. But Emiliana's words were the best.
Mr. Alec's assistance, and the reconstruction of Platonovena. It would take years for them to paragraph. It's too much on her to look at those gaps and ask her to show you around.
Now I followed the letters again as I was on my way.
So I sent out a letter to my parents the other day. We take the liberty of telling Mr. Laura that we have taken care of him and that Mr. Laura wants to know about the spirit's drinking water.
I will continue to communicate with my parents several times in the future, and when Mr. Laura visits Fralia, I will talk through everything so that things can go smoothly.
I apologize for not being able to join you, but please welcome your parents to your home on a date and time convenient to Mr. Laura.
- Thank you, Mr. Emiliana!
I accidentally looked up to heaven and thanked my friends on the northern earth. You'll be busy, but I really appreciate you getting this far.
I get out of bed and approach my desk trying to get a thank you letter out right away. And I put on the lamp at hand and noticed it when I faced the note. There's another letter from Emiliana that I thought was over.
I turned a note on a piece of paper.
Really, really, thank you for your help.
Tell me about the conditioning again, Master!
I look forward to seeing you again on a day.
Master. I squirm at the word. While I felt my cheeks have a slight fever, to be honest, I didn't feel bad.
I would not have been a good master to Mr. Emiliana. But even if it was flattering, there's no reason I'm not happy that you expressed your favor like this.
Heh heh heh, and while I was aware of the loose mouth, I took the pen - and I thought to myself, yes.
If it was a similar setting to "Last Brave," the Spirit's drinking water is present behind the forest near Fralia. By the time we get there, we'll have to go through the woods, where demons also appear. Yes - having demons means you need to be accompanied by someone who can fight quite well.
Well, who the hell should I ask to accompany you to?