I couldn't distract myself from seeing the straw around the wooden columns that bracketed people raise the black smoke.
On a summer day lit by tough sunlight, on a straw shaking at high temperatures, people who were half-dead and groaning powerlessly alternately burst screams and screams out of their throats.
Those who kicked them scatterly and tied them up to the wooden columns surround the sight and look fun-filled. They seemed more enthusiastic about the play of making the victims suffer as they looked at the time and watered and oiled.
The screams of things that were twitchy and gradually blackening people change from halfway to asthma.
Around me, at some point, there was a terrible, unpleasant smell.
At the same time as I vomited unexpectedly due to the heat and stench, the laughter echoed from right next door. The misplaced laughter spread as the voice caught me, and I felt my brain scratching like I was deaf.
I can't stand any more than that, and I want to squat with my eyes and ears blocked, but my arms holding me up blame everything.
I can't help complaining about letting go, and even if I'm desperate to twist myself, my adult arms easily hold my little body in.
The dizziness is terrible. It hurts like a crack in the head.
The heat, the heat, the stench, they all clog your breath.
Nausea was also the limit, and I felt my stomach flinch with a sore throat, and I spit out what had been refluxing straight out of my mouth.
Stimulating odor mixes with tung on the nose in a person's burnt odor.
I looked up slowly, half-hearted by the punctured diarrhea.
I think you tried to look up at the Lord of arms holding me up. I almost acted like that reflexively, so I'm not sure why I did it.
However, I sincerely regretted that I should not have done that to the existence I had looked up to.
A man with glossy long black hair tied beautifully and red eyes as blood peered into my face with a grin so tranced.
When I realized it was my own father, I woke up on the bunk.
In a hot, steamy sleeping area, he violently wipes the sweat off his cheeks as it falls.
My fingertips were terribly cold because of my nightmare, and I was trembling over it.
Crawls out without even opening the curtains dripping from the ceiling. I was looking for fresh air, but the heat stays the same outside the bedroom. It's so hot and humid that you can't breathe. The windows open and the refreshing air gradually blows in.
Cardiac territory was experiencing its first hot summer this year in five years.
On the west side, more residents fall from heat stroke, and the inaugurated vigilante runs to deal with and prevent it without time to rest. Me and Count Teresia, who often sat in the room, were placed under the control of the people at the mansion and had to spend a lot of time rehydrating and resting.
Soldiers are gradually starting to return from the eastern pioneering lands. Because we started moving refugees on a 20-person basis the other day. They say it's easier to spend more time there than here because of the large number of water fields, and the returning soldiers hear the hope of moving.
Kamil was gone from the Golden Hill Hall, and early February was about to pass.
Breathe sweat and take off your wet night clothes, wearing a light tunic and dalmatica.
Mrs. Ortensio should be helping me prepare my breakfast meal, so she's not coming to the morning desk. Since I am over five years old, I will not come to wake you up unless I have overslept.
I feel sick about my sticky neck and head out of the room to the dining room looking for a maid. The Golden Hill Hall has only two maids, Isadora and Fabe, making it difficult to find them in the busy hours of the morning. Are you lucky today, I was able to go and meet Isadora, who is just collecting laundry from all over the mansion.
"Good morning, lady."
"Morning, Isadora. I'm sorry, but I need a bedroom in my room, too."
I don't want to wear those night clothes anymore unless you wash them, and the sheets are sucking sweat. I don't like sleeping like that, and I'm going to have bad dreams. Even this high temperature makes me ill asleep, so it would be natural to want to make my bed a little more comfortable.
Isn't it the same for the other residents of the hall, Isadora is this heat, squeaks and snorts firmly.
"Okay. What else can I do for you?
"I want to wipe my body after breakfast. I need you to get me a room."
Isadora nodded again and left across the hallway with a quick leg to see if she was busy when she thanked her. It's the maid's job to pick up the laundry, but the laundry itself is the job of the youngest. Even without taking the time to eat so slowly, there would be a bathroom and cloth in the room.
The breakfast seats were rarely filled with Count Teresia and Lady Marechan, as well as Claudia. Count Teresia usually eats earlier, and Lady Marechan and Claudia have breakfast a little later. Elise will be the only meal in the room, but it's an amazing coincidence that everyone but her has been able to get to the dining room seat.
... Speaking of which, I haven't been in Elise's room for a while. Elise seems to be feeling a little better these days and is often out in the courtyard during the day, so she didn't have to visit her room.
Shall I visit your room today?
I squeezed the cloth Isadora had prepared for me, wiped my body, and as I headed to Elise's room, Marya was just about to come out early.
"Oh, Master Eliza."
"Where are you going, Marya? It's rare to leave Lord Elise."
Marya is a maid who came to this mansion as an exclusive to Elise, so she spends most of her time with Elise. It's really unusual for her to leave Elise to go somewhere during the day. Unusual things happen well today.
"Yes, the Count called me."
"From the Count...... well. Let's see Lord Elise for a while."
"Thank you. I know. I'm sorry, Dear Elise,"
Marya left early again with a slightly relieved look. Elise has a cough attack, so I guess she doesn't want to take her eyes off it as far as possible.
When I knock on the door of this one and Elise's room, there you go, and Elise's voice returns. Compared to the first time I came here, I would have been much better.
Lord Elise, if you'll excuse me.
"Dear Eliza! Welcome."
Unlike usual, Elise was sitting on a chair placed at the window instead of on the sleeping table. Keep your face shining and try to stand up with your hands.
"Looks like you're doing well today."
"... Yes, thanks to you, I'm very well"
I nod one at her smiling happily and approach her wondering what she's doing. When I stood next to her, Elise was looking out, like a little lit up, and she said in a small voice.
"Outside?"
"Yes, from here you can see the courtyard and the pond beyond."
In the view from here, she laughs as she gets better.
Yes, and when I casually turned my gaze out the window while hammering, I saw the courtyard and the pond beyond it, as Elise put it. This is where I collected the poison celery. It's a place not under the jurisdiction of the gardener's job at the mansion, so maybe it's still growing. It's a reservoir, so I think the soldiers have their hands on it, but they don't exterminate the poison grass.
Vibrant plants surround the water and look quite gorgeous for viewing from afar. I narrowed my eyes when I found a small grave nestled softly in its shadow. Can you see that grave from here?
"... don't go as far as the pond"
"Of course, I understand. We can't even get down to the courtyard without getting better before then."
And Elise, who lowered her eyebrows that the waterfront was dangerous, still reflected the circumference of the pond in her eyes with the colour she longed for.