I was here that day to help pack up Lukersch returning from the Wang capital to the village of Emme. After his return from Fralia, he stayed in the King's Capital for a few days - on this side, of course, to secure the lodging at that time - and is to return to the village of Emme by carriage leaving the King's Capital after this.
"Lukersch, have you forgotten anything?
Lukersch nods with an ambiguous grin, who doesn't seem very confident in my questioning.
"Yeah, maybe. I have a lot more luggage than when I arrived..."
Again I smiled bitterly at the childhood language.
All of them were given to Lukersch as they were, such as clothes prepared by this side because they were to be helped by training. For that reason, the quantity is clearly increasing compared to the luggage he had when he came here. Besides, there are souvenirs for the people of Emme's village and swords handed over from Mr. Oliver - so much so that I bought a new large bag in Wang Capital to pack my bags.
"If I forget anything, I'll take it home with me next time I go home."
"Sorry, thanks"
I lowered my brow butt and snorted forcefully at the childhood tame I laughed, leaving one of the rooms of the inn.
Lukersch opens his mouth in the hallway on his way to the reception to make a checkout.
"Will you be busy for a while?
"Right. Maybe it will."
It will be followed for a while by the formulation of the spirit's drinking water. I have not yet written up a report on this training either in the first place. Besides, it looks like your master will come here in such a way that he and Lukersch will be misplaced, and the event will set in from next to next.
"Don't push me."
"That's mutual. You'll be tired of all the things Lukersch isn't used to, too, and get some rest."
We've been together for the past month or so, and I miss you more than usual. I feel slow walking down the hallway.
Make a checkout and leave the inn. - And beyond that, which opened the door, stood a familiar but unexpected person.
Black hair shakes in the wind. Black eyes capture who we are. The moment he recognized its existence, he slowly approached me, solidified by surprise. Yes, with him.
"Mr. Arnold..."
It turns out that Lukersch, standing next to him, fixed his position to be much more vigilant.
Why is he here? Is it urgent?
In the past, I have seen several eye-catching childhood and workplace seniors, so my tensions also increase naturally. Lukersch never tried to open his mouth to Arnold, although it might be obvious, so I asked him what was wrong with his intentions. That way, he finally opens his mouth.
"My boss told me. Lord Lukesh Kamil is staying in this inn."
In the words, I understood Arnold's purpose. Well, maybe he told Lukersch...
Arnold bowed his head in momentum, wondering if he had moved a few steps closer to Lukersch with his glaring acumen.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Thanks to Lord Lukersch, we have come to the discovery of the" Drinking Water of the Spirit ""
The words were as expected.
The work of Lukersch this time may consequently bring salvation to Elvira, Arnold's sister. Given that, it could be said that it was natural for Arnold to be thankful for Lukersch.
But that's if you look at it from me, who knows the exact circumstances, and if you look at it from Lukersch, you'll suddenly have been thanked by someone you don't know anything about. The other person is an unfamiliar "childhood worker” and has exposed incompatibilities with each other.
Suddenly the opponent, who has been subjected to a scattered and high-pressure attitude, is called the “lord”, and he even bows his head. Lukersch clearly looked baffled.
But on the other hand, Arnold doesn't try to raise his head. Apparently I was waiting for a reaction from Lukersch, and I sighed small to see if I also felt childhood tamed with that - it could have been a deep breath to calm my feelings rather than a sigh - and opened my mouth.
"... I just asked for a childhood favor. Nothing to be thankful for."
A stiff voice - you must be wary - and Lukersch answers. Compared to his usual tone, it sounded somewhat like a thrust.
Arnold looks up. Once again this way, Arnold is somewhat taller and better in stature. But that would be due to the difference in age. Considering the age difference, these two dresses may be similar.
Lukersch and Arnold staring at each other for a few seconds. The moment I stood between two people still feeling nervous and started feeling a little breathless.
"But if it helped, I'm glad."
Slightly, but the air that Lukersch had wrapped around was loose. If you look at it, it's modest but it's also up the corner of the mouth.
- Lukersch is a smart kid. Apparently, from what Arnold said and did, he felt something. Arnold's attitude has changed a lot easier to understand, and there will be, but he won't be forced to ask why. That attitude must have been appreciated by Arnold.
"... thanks. You disturbed me on my way home."
Smaller again, Arnold bowed his head, turning his heel back. Its back quickly gets lost in the crowd.
Lukersch groaned pompously with his totally invisible back, still looking somewhere far away like he was looking.
"I wonder if you're not a bad person..."
The words that would have been directed at Arnold were entirely in line with the emotions I once had. I hid my mouth with my hands and snuck off and laughed alone.
- Then, by carriage, Lukersch went back to the village of Emme. Now if I promise to go home, he smiles with great pleasure. One face floated in the back of my brain so that I could fulfill that promise quickly, I think. That was my master - Berta - who seemed sad and painfully bowed down.
A master visited the Wang capital in such a way that it would be incorrect for Lukesh to return to the village of Emme.
Arnold and I welcomed our master at the entrance to the Wang capital. The moment I captured the familiar robe in the corner of my sight, I accidentally swallowed a saliva with nervousness, but at least until I heard the story, I smiled and spoke to myself as usual.
"Master, I'm sorry to bother you! If you ask me, I would have gone home..."
"No, I'm trying to change my mood a little bit."
The master who laughs at me for saying so is not always the same either - I can't say. Whether he was physically tired of being swayed by the carriage for a long time, or his hard work for something he would have to talk about again, his face showed colorful fatigue.
"Take your day off"
The moment I tried to keep your master's luggage with the words, my hands, not mine, took the luggage from the side. The owner of that hand is, of course, Arnold.
Your master and Arnold exchange sights for a few moments. "It's been a long time, Mr. Berta," Arnold said, giving him a mild interview.
Then I panicked to the silence that fell between them.
"So, um, actually, there was someone I wanted you to talk to. You already know your master..."
"Arnold, your Lord will struggle."
The master nodded like he was good at everything. The word "struggle" directed at Arnold with a deep sigh seemed to contain feelings of sympathy.
Arnold does not react to his master's words like this, but spins his words pale.
"We have one guest room at the royal castle. I'll be there during my stay in Wang Du."
"Oh, that's okay. I'm staying at the inn."
I accidentally looked at Arnold.
Your master was once a Wang conjugator. It may have changed quite a bit at the time and inside the royal castle, but I'm sure it's a familiar place. Besides, I thought that some of the current King's Coordinators would be face-to-face for the first time in a long time - and so on, and I was totally going to have the Royal Castle guest stay. Even if it wasn't for those reasons, it would be natural for this one to offer you a room that's even better than you're bothering to get out from the other side.
I mean, it was unexpected that your master said you were staying in the inn. I tried to eat it down by accident, "But,"
"I already have a room. I'm sorry, will you come to the inn tomorrow?
I couldn't let him pinch my mouth, he just lay his words on me and I just nodded.
"Well, of course that is. Do you have something for me?
"... as long as you bring me that notebook, that's fine"
- As soon as possible, the air, which has been painfully soothing, freezes completely. That notebook, the word, reminded me of the painful content that both Arnold and I used to spell out in the notebook.
I still managed to laugh and nod thinly so as not to distract my master as much as I could who would stare at this one.
Deliver your master to the inn and walk back to the royal castle side by side with Arnold and the two shoulders. The air flowing between us is totally heavy. I guess, of course, he's also thinking about the notes that that painful event was spelled out.
Secondly, I remembered leaving my notes with Arnold. It's about him, I thought I'd already read the whole page, but I also speak up for what confirmation means.
"Did they read that notebook?
A glimpse of this one to my question, Arnold nodded slowly. There are deeper wrinkles engraved between those brows than usual.
"Thought I'd stop reading on the way over and over again."
Close your mouth once and let your gaze wander like you're looking for words. After a few seconds of silence, I jumped out of Arnold's mouth at the
"Too, Hard"
It was a very simple word. And just to be simple, there was something all the way up to my chest.
The side of Arnold looking up is rugged. Her lips were also blue and white, and she looked quite mentally involved.
That notebook, which spells out the process by which my dear grandson is invaded by the disease from my grandmother's point of view, is painful and hard enough to read a page. If you try from Arnold, whose precious sister is suffering from the same disease, would you have overlaid yourself with your grandmother, who spelled the handwriting, and your grandson with your sister?
This story about your master should be helpful in saving Elvira. But can Arnold calmly take the "story of losing a loved one to autopsy”? Even though he's always calm and dependable, Arnold is still a pre-adult youth. I'm just trying to make the most of the talent I've been given and forcefully grow up with more effort than a crowd.
I might end up worried. No, I want you to end up worried. But I wasn't worried about Arnold's mental condition this time.
(... maybe not if people are worried)
Even for me, I may lose confidence when I am stuck in helpless despair about autopsy. It may be of the day that I can afford to worry about Arnold. That makes my spine freeze when I think about it.
I wonder what I'm doing this time tomorrow. You're either recklessly formulating to produce a special effect of autologous disease, or you're so desperate that you can't even do it, or...
It was just horrible that tomorrow would come.