The next morning, when I woke up the best in my life, I washed my face in the washroom in a refreshing mood and headed to the dining room in a sober mood.
Usually it's a boy and a girl asking for breakfast. There was nobody there but today.
The cooking aunt can only see one person even though there are usually a few.
"Good morning, Mr. Kutula"
"You... sure, it was Shirotsume"
The aunt in the dining room apparently remembers the names of everyone.
You mean Dada doesn't work in the Knights' quarters?
"Good for you, I don't have to go check on you"
"Is something wrong?
"Your people are making a fuss about killing a messenger from the Empire!
"Oh, really?"
"You're worried, aren't you?
"I know you do, but there's a ditch between those people and me, so I'm not interested. Can I get you a meal more than that?
"Oh, oh... right. Okay, yes, go ahead."
"Thank you"
When I received a tray with breakfast from my aunt, I usually sat in the middle seat with three winners sitting.
The staple foods are dishes similar to bread called lewis.
Chop it up a little softer than French bread, dissolve the potatoes of this world until melted, and soak them in a sauce called sweet and spicy capsian.
The original is just potato, the sauce is voluminous, and the feeling of fullness is impeccable.
Sometimes I felt good and it felt like more delicious food than I had ever eaten before.
What are your favorites starting today? If they ask, let's try to answer Lewis and Capsian.
Enjoying the meal slowly and giving my aunt the tray with the dishes on it, I headed to the front door.
Advice, everyone is assembling there, breaking up with each group and looking out on purpose with a serious face.
It's been a long time, and I guess ”she” is after they take her.
I spoke to the nearest colorful flower in an effort to understand the situation.
"Good morning, Colorful Flowers, is something wrong?
"Huh? Ah... Good morning"
Colorful flowers looked strangely surprised - oh well, you never said a word from a single incident in the meantime.
You were so happy, I forgot I was feeling too good.
But come on, I can't help what I talked to you about.
"Mr. Rongkura was taken by Mr. Ivy to send a messenger from the Empire to the King's capital... who murdered him, or something"
It's this morning and that's making a scene. Does that mean you went back to your room yesterday and got a straight morning?
The ones with the thick nerves, they wanted to think it was another bad dream.
Oddly enough, when I told Ivy the details in the morning, it turned out that it was the Empire's messenger who was dead, and it must have been a fuss.
I think Rongkura, who knew the truth, was pale by now, when he realized what he had done.
again, do you resent the person who sent out the letter?
In that case, the funny thing about being resented is that it's Red Wings.
"Why did you do that..."
My chest hurts when I look at the colorful flowers that plug in.
It doesn't matter what my emotions are right now, even though it hurts my chest.
The memories of the 15 years I spent as a child tamer are so stained on my body that I can no longer trust colorful flowers anymore, because they do not disappear so easily.
I couldn't take it anymore, I put my hand on her head because of an old habit.
When I was little, this is how I comforted the colorful flowers of the weepers.
That's why now that we've had a delicate relationship, we shouldn't have to... unintentionally, reflexively.
Naturally, Colorful Flowers is surprised to see me.
My classmates' gaze hurts too.
But, well, I couldn't help but put it on, so I decided to just stroke it.
"Ah..."
Then, the colorful flowers begin to melt and tear away.
I don't even like it... it doesn't look like it.
And as it was, he jumped into my chest and hugged me.
Now it's my turn to be surprised.
Even though my hands and hands refused to touch me before this, it's okay to hug me today, and I have no idea where the boundaries lie.
The way you bury your face in your chest and tremble your body is little different than the colorful flowers of old.
This makes me want to die just because I think she has something to do with Dr. Mizuki.
I don't want to believe you're holding him naked and touching his mucous membrane.
There were only two people in my life that I thought were worthy of trust.
Colorful flowers and my sister.
I don't trust that colorful flower... who the hell should I trust to live?
Though I thought about it, my hand was stretching out onto her back naturally and gently stroking her like a softie.
Because that kind of movement was staining my body.
"Sorry, sorry, Cape......"
... Why would she apologize to me?
I wonder what you're apologizing to me for.
No way, that's the kind of relationship you had with your teacher?
Why should they apologize if I'm not a colorful flower lover or anything in the first place?
You think I'm in love with colorful flowers?
I hope you're not complacent, you've never even said that once.
There's nothing more to me and her now than childhood tampering.
Besides, I might have been ”close” to childhood until I was in middle school, but now I'm almost as good as anyone else with the betrayal of colorful flowers.
I caressed her head unexpectedly, just because the Redfeathers were dead and feeling good.
Oh, then what the hell is this feeling?
The one I hold in her, obviously not like the others, is an uncomfortable alien.
I'm not in love.
However, the arms embracing colorful flowers are naturally and powerfully.
”Don't miss it," he said, a blacker desire like an exclusive greed for just childhood taming shows his face.
Is that all betrayed and you still believe it?
'It's disgusting,' I'll never forget the day I was told by her mouth.
This wound will never heal for the rest of your life.
The truth is, you might be laughing at me like this with Dr. Mizuki and saying, "I'm a simple man."
You may be conspiring with Mizuki Sensei, Isokan, or Hirose to set me up.
Still, I... I don't want to believe in bad faith.
I can't help it. [M]
Even though it hurts because I expect it that way, I suffer because I leave nothing behind.
Look at all those painful eyes and wonder why you won't learn.
◇ ◇ ◇
Some time after Rongkura was taken by Ivy, people gradually began to decrease from the front door.
Eventually, when they all return to their rooms, they get around to the call to stop training today.
I mean, a holiday.
Some of them rolled out to the king's capital for a sudden break when they descended and sprung up, and others pulled into the room that they were not in such a mood.
Looks like some of them headed to the training center to do their own training.
I was looking for a girl with a feeling for colorful flowers. [M]
Red feather lily.
It is the target of this fate.
It was just the front seat that got rid of her surroundings.
Gui, Hirose and Red Wings.
These three were the best winners and leaders in the class.
One factor contributing to the increase in bullying of me is the fact that Hirose has begun to use violence against me.
That gave rise to the feeling that "white packing is allowed to do whatever it takes”.
Red feathers were such a childhood tame in Hirose.
She doesn't take part in bullying me directly, even if she makes me curse. [M]
So I don't resent her as much. [M]
Then say why you prioritized targeting Red Wings - to make it a stepping stone to avenge Hirose.
Because I know best the pain of being used for good childhood. [M]
I wanted to taste the same pain in Hirose.
Though I stretched my legs to the training station looking for red feathers, the only ones there were Gui and Hirose.
My surroundings are dead, sinful, and taken, and she should be quite depressed.
If I were in Hirose's shoes, I'd be comforting Red Wings by now.
That's what I came here to think - apparently the relationship between Akaba and Hirose is drier than I think.
That came off.
I don't even think the heartbroken Red Wings are walking around the King's Capital, and you mean somewhere in the dormitory when you're not at the training center?
I'll think about it and look for her, but I won't stay anywhere looking for her.
All that remains is a terrace on the third floor of the quarters.
Please open the door in prayer so that there are red feathers here.
Red feathers then watched the laundry gleaming with a melancholy look, even across the fence.
Damn, it's gonna take a lot of work.
When I heard the door open, Red Wings turned his gaze towards me.
And blatantly flaunted his face.
"Horse, white pack"
Malicious reactions when you look at your face, as rude as ever.
But that malice doesn't cheer me up anywhere either.
It would have made me hear more thorny words if I had always, but after all, the damage my buddy died for seems enormous.
"Good morning, Mr. Red Wings"
"I've never been greeted by you before."
Red feathers like that usually end up ignoring greetings from me.
What makes me react is proof that her heart is weak.
I can't believe - "No creature in this world is as easy to control as a weak human being," he said while beating me in the mount position, "I can't believe I'm going to practice the fold crane language."
"Have you changed your personality since you became a woman?
"It hasn't changed, I just couldn't leave Red Wings alone when I saw him depressed"
"What's that... feels like"
"Haha, that just hurts"
Of course it's a lie.
There's no way I'm used to being hurt by that kind of curse. [M]
But I thought if I showed you the humane part, you might be able to relieve the red feathers of their vigilance a little bit.
Redfeathers fell into my measures and loosened his expression.
"Well, if you're hurt, resist a little more."
"If you really think so, tell Hirose to give it a break. It's useless that I resisted anyway."
"I can't, because Shinoburo won't listen to my words"
That's unexpected.
My strong Hirose is the only image I've heard since I was a little girl.
"You're childhood friendly, aren't you?
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it makes sense. The same goes for Weiyue, but there's a dry spot for those two. Because it's hard on me, I wonder if that means I want someone else to be as tough as it is."
Red feathers said lonely.
Is that why Hirose left her uncomfortable?
"We're both high ridge flowers, so the hurdles we're looking for are high."
"Phew, a flower in a high ridge... isn't that the word you usually use for a girl?
Red Wings said with a laugh.
So far, thanks to the relatively weak hatred for her, the conversation has been going well.
I had a feeling you weren't good at communicating with others, but you could if you did, me.
"Oh, no... why am I getting better from talking to the white stuff?"
"I wish I was better"
"You didn't mean to come here?
"Things are different, but because I know more about the spiciness of being cornered than anyone else. I was hoping I could help you a little bit."
"White pack, you..."
The red feather eyes moistened as he smiled gently with a dust.
Really, it's kind of a weak person.
But I don't think the only factor that's working is her weak heart.
A moment later, my appearance as a woman may also be playing a role in relieving her of her vigilance.
She turns that way in a hurry and rubs her eyes with her sleeve.
"Hey, don't get on with it. I thought you might be cheering me up."
"You said you were cheered up earlier."
"Social Dictionary, don't take it seriously! Damn, I thought I'd found a quiet place... because I'm going back to my room!
Roughly put, the red feathers leave the terrace.
But did her pride not allow her to leave like this, stopping in front of the door and saying a word without turning this way?
"... thanks"
I shrugged.
The little voice did reach my ear.
Then open the door with momentum and close with batan with further momentum as it is.
I stood alone on the terrace watching the door where the red feathers went in.
"Thank you, huh? Ha... this is a pretty fun way to do it too"
My words disappeared in the wind and no one could hear me.