"Cardier!"
Cardiac territory, in front of the Lords' Hall.
A voice descends from the hall calling to me as I pull up from the border with the king's army. As I raised my gaze, I saw Eric waving loudly toward me through the window on the third floor.
I think it was only a few days ago that I split up with him, but I feel like I haven't seen him face to face in months.
I thought I should look back at my hands, but I remind myself of my current situation, which is wrapped around in bandages, and keep only modestly raising one hand.
Instead, Raswiwok and Vedwoka, beside me, sit still and howl. I laughed bitterly at the fright of the horse on board.
"I'm back now, Baron Dovadyne. I'm sorry I left you alone."
"It's true! You leave me here and you just go back to the battlefield all by yourself and come back in such a mess!!
You're not stupid!? And I had to take the curse of flying, with a strange face.
Eric, who first came out as my pick up when he entered the mansion, still confirms his shortened hair around me as he arose, his arms fixed with an escort, etc.
Easily understood, it was too difficult to behave like a boulder in this victory mood.
By the way, Latka dressed as' I ', who sent him this far, is mixed in as a samurai inside a line of greeting servants with a firm face. After he pretended to return to the battlefield, he appeared to be secretly attached to me as Eric's escort and caretaker.
"Whew!? Ca, Cal, Cardia! You, my hair......!!
He noticed the bulky hair, which had been as long as under my shoulder, which had been well misled in the hood.
I just have to gently flaunt my shoulders to him pointing around my collar and feet, trembling.
Aristocrats, men and women alike, grow their hair considerably. Some men are only partially short, but basically, hair shortness tends to be repelled as a testament to poor civilians who cannot satisfy the beauty of their hair.
Only a royal boy and a monastic nobleman would be another story, but, well, my shortened hair would surely be seen with strange eyes if I returned to the King's capital.
I still have enough to brace my collar and foot for once, but I didn't like it a little bit that I couldn't tie it as high as before.
I have been avoiding looking in the mirror ever since my hair was shorter.
... will soon be the same age as' Eliza 'in that game. There is something a little spiritually painful about losing a face that was looking somewhat different by tying your hair in a high position at this time.
That said, when it gets so short, the shadow of my father that I felt every morning is just a little farther away. Only in that respect, I felt good.
So? and Latka tilts her neck, who is replacing the bandage on her arm.
"... My arm got a crack in the cartilage on my wrist. Later, he punches and abrasions all over his body. Then they have a torn tympanic membrane in their left ear. Only my face was intact for some reason, so I don't have to let you make a useless wound."
Honestly declaring, he sighed deeply.
I glance at his left hand and deviate. There have been signs of ugly convulsions on the palm and back of the hand for about three years now.
... wounds in the same position as mine. That wound was there at some point, even though I've been hiding the wound with gloves and stuff from time to time.
Latka won't mention it, so I haven't mentioned it. I didn't think I needed to ask.
I don't remember ordering you to do that. Nonetheless, if he carved that wound himself, there is nothing to say from me.
"... that's too bad. I thought if I put a scratch in my face, I'd never have to wear that leech on a boulder again."
He didn't want Latka to talk much about the wounds either. I immediately decided to ride him with jokes and stories.
"Weren't you glad your maids told you you were cute?"
"No, I'm not happy!
"Oh, well, they say 'Eliza's atmosphere is cuter than usual' the day you and I take over."
"Shut up, don't! Don't tell me people actually care so much!
I am thrust into Latka with all my might, and laughs inadvertently.
It feels like the heavy starchy thing that was finally sinking in the back of my chest has flowed a little.
He came back alive and gradually gained a sense of reality in the habit of standing on the front line without even being prepared to die.
"Ha... I can't believe I found out about the wound. So, what happened, after that?... Are the children of the prisoners safe?
For a moment the soothing air remains gentle while still cooling.
Asking him if he's safe, Latka's eyes don't have any expectations. But it doesn't have the same color that I gave up. I just saw something like trust in me after the kids and I shook my head loose.
"Four people are dead. It's hard to explain what happened. Latka, do you remember three years ago?
"The fire in the king's capital."
"Oh, just like then, there was a power beyond intelligence - a man who used magic like a warcraft."
Latka urges him to stay silent and stay ahead of the story.
I split up with Latka and started talking one by one, from where I headed into the underground passage to where the giant birds came in and were helped by a pair of mysterious white robes.
I am grateful to someone - perhaps Mitholua, God - who can do so.