- It was a holiday two days ago that the people of Lustu found that the power of light would react to the drinking water of the Spirit and, even more so, that its potency would be exerted on demons. Soon afterwards I asked Diona for help and sent a letter to my brave childhood trainer, Lukersch.
I asked Diona to help me on several occasions, and after that I continued to mix things up, but I still haven't achieved any more than that. But we took a big step forward, and I want to make sure we get results in no hurry.
The holidays dawned and I went to see Arnold before anyone else. It was only before starting time, but he's mostly caged in his own mixing room early in the morning. Today was no exception.
I knocked on the door of the mixing room and after confirming that I had received a response, I turned the door knob with momentum.
"Good morning, Mr. Arnold! With the formulation of the Spirit's drinking water, there has been progress!
Greetings also get to the point. Apparently he was sitting in a chair somewhat reading literature, and he opened his eyes to my words - rather than perhaps to my momentum. But gradually you chewed my words, slowly closing the book, and urging me to sit in a nearby chair.
I couldn't help but keep my excitement under control and, as I was told, I lowered my back to the chair before continuing my words.
"The power of the light of the people of Lustu interfered with the drinking water of the Spirit. The drinking water of the Spirit,“ formulated ”by the power of light, was so potent that it melted the demon's forelegs."
"Interesting."
It was a simple reply, but Arnold's black eyes are pointing at me all the way through. I guess I'm in the middle of a desperate quest to see if I can derive something from the little information I've conveyed.
I stared back firmly at Arnold and opened my mouth again.
"So they say that the power of the people of Lustu resembles the power of the brave. So maybe Lukersch's power...!
I haven't even tried it yet, I'm talking about my speculation. So I didn't say anything more, but I guess Arnold could have easily imagined the words ahead.
"I immediately sent out a letter"
"Make sure you let me be there for you when you do the mixing."
Nodding loudly at Arnold's words, he rises out of his chair trying to spare time before he starts. And Arnold called me back to exit.
"One report. The date was set for taking Elvira to the city of the people of Lustu. And... Elvira, her master, and Berta are back."
Mr. Berta's back.
My thoughts turn white to that word.
Has your master learned of the existence of the Demon King? Has it spoken to Mr Merzedes about the identity of autism?
Mr. Arnold says nothing more. I'm just gonna stare at this one.
- I thought I needed to calm down and talk to you once.
That night I was coming to the front of the room where my master was staying. I thought I'd go back to the Imperial Castle again and again, but I made sure to drag my heavy feet like lead that I shouldn't run away here, and I managed to get this far.
Knock on the door in front of you. He replied, "Let me in" if I gave him his name - I took one big breath and opened the door.
My vision seeps carefully as I capture the figure of my master standing across the door.
"Master..."
"What, that pitiful face?"
"No, the..."
I can't find a good word and I cloud the words. Having completely sunk in, my master invited me into the room and let me sit in the chair.
"Merzedes took me to the village of Elves. I've been there a few times, but it's not a good place. People are warm, the air is clear, the rice is good"
Cut out the topic with a slightly brighter voice. But to me for not responding well,
"... took Annette and visited her again and again."
That's what your master said in a tone he misses.
Annette. My heart bounces on that name. It is the name of your master's grandson, who lost his life as a result of autopsy.
Has your master heard the true cause of the self-destructive disease that took the life of his beloved grandson?
"I heard it all from Mercedes"
- Oh, and. I didn't know. My breath was spilling out of my mouth.
Sweat seeps through my forehead. It hurts so that the stirrups and the head are tightened.
I remained, as always, unspeakable. I didn't know what the right thing to say.
"I don't know what your lord thought, but don't even think about it."
One tone falls, I look up to the sound of something to say. Your master was staring at me with a terribly gentle look.
"For the treatment of autochthonous diseases... the Demon King crusade will require the wisdom and strength of the people of Lustu. Don't let your emotions fool you."
My loss and thoughts seem promising to your master.
leaves a short breath unknowingly. The master lowered the corner of his mouth, which was slightly loose, and continued with a serious look.
"Don't let the lives you couldn't save take your feet. Think about the lives you can save from now on. Your lord is a cook."
I was distorted by the words you called me - and I couldn't do it anymore.
Tears convey cheeks. He leaned down to show his pitiful crying face and watched as his tears wet the floor.
"Oh, no more, don't cry, don't cry"
"No, not at all..."
My master's bitter smile makes me cry extra in his seeping voice. I rinsed my nose and wet my tears with a handkerchief.
"It's good to know while you're alive what caused the disease that took Annette's life.... I feel like the time in me has finally gone by."
Time has finally gone by. Again to that word I raise my face. There was the face of a master who smiled sobbing somewhere. It was the first time I saw it, a grin like a possession had fallen.
- I recall one day Mr Merzedes' words.
The master disappeared from before Mr. Merzedes when Mr. Annette died. The master Mr. Merzedes then searched for, accepting the death of his grandson, rather than giving up everything, he said.
Has the clock in your master stopped since the day you lost Mr. Annette? Um, did the time I was stopping finally - by knowing the real cause, make a move?
I could not save Mr. Annette. I can't change your master's suffering days now. But...
"Of autologous disease, about treatment... there has been progress"
Crying, stuck in words, but telling. Then the master turned his eyes round and said, "What happened?," he urged ahead. His eyes sparkled with Len, overflowing with interest in the new formula.
I'm glad to hear that look, oh, she's a root cook.
"The people of Lustu... the spirit's drinking water reacted to the special power that a clan possessed."
"Let me know more"
I snort. Then we stared at each other in tears for a few seconds - and laughed all together at what we were doing.