"Release magic and attract demons. So you want to have a massive collection of demons all at once. It was jumped by that magic and injured in this way. It must have happened again and again from the scars."
"What happened to your role as a magician protecting the people of the country from demons, such as decorating children!
"Because he's a forsaken child of the plains."
"That would be a big problem if they found out!
"I don't even realize that. The current Dean of Magic and the sorcerers around him."
Dredd thought as he looked at Hull.
"Wouldn't it be quicker to take him?"
"Unfortunately, I was wondering if the wagon shake would sound like an injury"
"Okay. Lyla."
Dredd said as determined.
"I know. I don't like it when Falco comes back."
Lyla laughed still tickling.
"Are you hurt?"
"It's a fracture in the right clavicle and shoulder. It's stuck in potion, but whether it works or not"
"Surely one side should be able to handle it. Shaw won't shut up when I hear about this situation. It's a sign of how the calm child gets out."
"I just got back, sorry"
"No, he called me a lot. Sure, let's tell the mentor and bring him something he can treat. Just in time. I was thinking of going to the deep forest."
"Please. This child will not be returned to the magic school."
The healer ran out clearly. Dredd and Lyla traveled to Deep Forest immediately.
"Falco"
"Hey, Lyla."
It's two weeks by carriage, from the town with the Lake Marsh Magic Academy to the town north of the Deep Forest. Lyla and Dredd came this year in the time to decide what to do with winter. Falco stayed away. My mother came home screaming for love on her own.
"Stay here this year."
"Yeah, that's fine, Lyla"
"You, Shaw, what are you up to?"
Falco said that unexpectedly to the two smiling smiles.
"No, I can't."
Shaw looks up at Falco from below in surprise. Sure, to be honest, it was very hard when the Lylas came. But wouldn't it be nice if we stayed about once a year? Shaw, who thought so and looked up at Falco, grew a lot taller from the decoy, but still doesn't even reach Falco's chest. Bright brown eyes slightly lifted and brows slightly lowered. I've never looked like this, even if it's not too much of a treat. Falco was spotted.
Cute. Disappointed faces, too. Falco thought so. I wonder if you would comfort me by taking me home like this and putting me on my knees? Don't worry, head on. Why, oh, am I bothering you in the first place? Well, if Shaw wants to, he can't help it.
"No, I can't."
Shaw's face became brighter.
Yeah. Cute. Lila, who was watching it, said this to Shaw.
"Now I know, Shaw, Falco won't tell you anything, but that dazzling face, Shaw's so cute, you can't help it!
"Lyla, yeah. You don't have to tell me."
"Yes, I grew up."
Lyla is good at it. Shaw gave it back with a bit of a bitter laugh.
"But, you know, there are things you can do that you don't have to say."
"Really? That's hard."
It's hard.
It was my paced lila even after two years. There Dredd spoke up.
"Lyla, I'm asking you more than that."
"I was. I wonder if I can see my mentor soon."
Please? Shaw and Falco looked at each other and snapped their necks. I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're in a hurry, you have to move right away.
"Then it's quicker to just leave your stuff and go directly to church, let's go!
We all hurry home, put our bags down and head to church. The mentor looked at Lila and Dread and raised a single eyebrow, but the request meant he headed to the small room. Dropping off the three, Shaw and Falco tried to go home,
"Wait. It's something to do with Shaw, too, so come with me."
and Lyla will speak to me and follow me with her neck clenched. What about Falco? He's following me automatically.
While the small room is simple, the sofa is kept on three sides with a low table so that we can talk slowly. The mentor first sat loosely alone and spread his hand toward Shaw.
"No, I'm not riding on my knees anymore, because I'm 13."
You can't even look sad, Shaw said and looked at the mentor. It's like a ritual that is repeated every day. Besides, why is Falco's hand spinning around his stomach? Already.
"I'm having tea, so please keep talking."
Shaw started boiling water in one corner of the room without sitting on the couch.
"You really care about children here."
That's what Dredd said about being pompous. I think Shaw takes too much care of it.
"The story is that there is a girl who was injured in the lake swamp and wants her mentor to see it"
"The lake swamp? It'll take a round-trip month. Didn't you take this?"
"You just got hurt. Because it sounds like an injury. Besides, it's not nutritious. By the time you start treatment, I hope you're feeling a little better."
"Hmm. The injury condition."
"I have been depositing letters for more information. This is it."
The mentor has received the letter and is running his eyes immediately. Shaw distributes the tea he makes to everyone, thinking that anyone here can do it, even if it's not me if it's just a one-sided injury.
"Thanks, because Shaw's tea is delicious"
"Anything Shaw makes is good"
Falco's word is all through. As soon as the mentor finished reading the letter, he spoke to Dredd.
"If this letter is true, anyone in this church will be able to cure it. Why did you bother to designate me?"
"Firstly, because it is not known in the lake marsh that many healers in the deep forest have experienced the treatment. And because the child doesn't have a foster parent and the depository is a magic school."
To Dread, who answered so, the mentor put his hand on his chin.
"So you'd be glad to have someone with a say. But I didn't know you were an orphan and didn't have a foster parent. Was the lake swamp such a country?"
I didn't think so.
Dredd said depressingly.
"Let's get this straight. The injured child is Hal."