Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

"Doctor! Hold on, Doctor!

It was Yamada who moved as quickly as possible.

Yamada-kun quickly rushes over to the collapsed teacher from his chair to check his capacity.

The teacher is cramping his body with this again irregularly as he opens his eyes in tears and breathes irregularly rough.

You're desperately trying to breathe repeatedly, and yet you care about it bitterly because you're in hyperventilation?

Yamada-kun is holding the fallen teacher's half body and applying therapeutic magic.

But therapeutic magic in this world is only about restoring damaged tissue, not curing disease.

I don't know if hyperventilation can be called a disease, but I know that therapeutic magic can't cure it.

"Step aside."

Pushing past Yamada, who is only able to call out with therapeutic magic, peeks into the teacher's eyes.

And activate the evil eye.

Make it work the opposite of usual.

My evil eye has the effect of terrorizing what I see.

That it is acting on the other person's spirit.

I've never done it, but if I can give you fear, I should theoretically be able to let you regain your tranquillity on the contrary.

A teacher peeking into my evil eye cramps my body only once.

But then the big body cramps stopped.

That said, my breathing still remains disturbed, and my little cramps haven't healed.

"Doctor, calm down and breathe heavily"

Talk slowly and calmly so as not to irritate the teacher's spirit as much as possible.

The teacher follows my word, breathes.

"Keep it up, don't panic, slow down, exhale"

Easy to understand, to say, then spin the words gently and carefully.

"Suck it, puke it, suck it, puke it"

When I let him take a slow, deep breath like that, gradually, but the teacher's condition has been restored.

Meanwhile I squeeze the teacher's hand.

Breathing has stabilized, but tears that run out and spill won't stop.

And because I'm crying so hard, I still have cramps like a shackle from time to time.

The face is a little peeved with tears and runny nose.

Wipe that with my clothes sleeves.

But it overflows again from where I wiped it.

For a while, the teacher kept crying.

Teachers with elves and slow body growth look younger than the rest of the reincarnators.

If it's just the way it looks, I don't feel uncomfortable crying like this either.

But it must have been a shock to the reincarnators.

Because the teacher, unlike other reincarnators, was the only adult.

Unlike what it looks like, it is the longest living of the reincarnated if combined with the previous life and the present.

I'm sure you couldn't have imagined that the adult was thus disturbed without shame or outside hearing.

I didn't imagine either.

"It's okay. It's okay."

Caress slowly as you turn your hand around the teacher's little back.

"The teacher is not wrong"

Say it slowly.

"It can't be a mistake that I've fought for my students with my life at stake"

To the words, I could see Kudo slipping away from his gaze at random.

My gaze is directed at my teacher, but I've always grasped my surroundings with clairvoyance, so I didn't have to be aware to figure that out.

I know from Kudo's previous attitude that he is suspicious about the teacher.

But Kudo doesn't know how desperate the teacher actually was and scratched to save the students.

And it also means that when I found out that the reason the reincarnators were gathered was for Potimus to use them, they were serious enough to fall like this.

I was also wrong about the latter.

I never thought the teacher would fall.

If you were a teacher, you assumed it would be okay to know the facts.

"Potimus was definitely nasty. But the teacher's been working hard for everyone, hasn't he? That's definitely not a mistake. Besides, this is how we all met alive."

Speak gently to a whimpering, unstoppable teacher.

In fact, it is true that the teacher was used by Potimus, but there are still many reincarnates saved by the teacher.

Unlike Earth, this world is harsh.

I don't know how many times I've been dying, and bloodsuckers and ghosts. That's the same thing.

And we were just lucky.

It wasn't strange to be dead.

That's the same with other reincarnators, who should have always lived a life of death and neighbourliness, unless they were also born of some privileged class such as Yamada.

Maybe if I hadn't been protected by my teacher, I wouldn't have survived half of what I'm here right now.

And because the reincarnators are meeting together in this elf, we were able to defeat Potimus without any worries.

As a result, you don't have to worry about your teacher.

"Mi, no!

The teacher cries and screams.

"Help, I couldn't, I couldn't! I, I, could not help, could not!

Is this what crying is all about, a cry that makes you think so?

Cry, and the voice will never be loud with a strain.

How does it sound so much when it is?

Sure, there's someone who's not here.

Ichizen Sakurazaki.

Naoto Kogure.

Mrs. Lincoln.

And Kengo Natsume.

Aside from Mr. Hasegabe, who is sleeping, there are missing reincarnators here.

There's a reincarnator I'll never see again.

I hear the teacher feels responsible for their deaths.

There's nothing you can say from me about that.

But I think the blame is wrong in the first place.

Their lives belong to them.

The death also belongs to them.

I don't think it is necessary for the teacher to be responsible for the death.

There are things that humans can and cannot do, although the teacher may think they may have been helped.

Trying to save everything is an arrogant idea.

Unless you're omnipotent, saving everything isn't going to work.

Not even for me, I can't.

The teacher continued to cry like a toddler ever since.

Why, I couldn't help you, for what?

That, whining like a rumor.

The teacher finally stopped crying about how much time had passed that way.

But those eyes are vain somewhere, and I can't feel the rage.

"Young Leaf."

Until then, Mr. Hatani, who had been silent and watching over his accomplishments, spoke to me.

"The teacher seems tired, so I'll put him to bed. You won't be able to afford it any more. I'm watching, so keep talking."

The proposal may not be a wish.

It's not good to leave your teacher alone right now.

I'd love to watch you if I could, but throwing this place out and treating your teacher is hard to say the best.

Kudo and the others will have something to think about the teacher, and we can't leave it to such complicated emotions.

In that regard, Mr. Shibuya has been in this elf recently, and he should be able to see the teacher without becoming emotional.

He is also one of the few reincarnators who can do battle, and no one else is better placed to leave it to him.

Blood suckers are out of the question, and ghosts are men at once, so they won't be suitable for doctor's care.

"Can you please?

"Leave it to me."

Mr. Toya cuddles the teacher's body with the princess.

Tagawa-kun and Tagawa-kun gazed at each other, and Tagaya went straight up the stairs.

Mr. Tatsuya is solid, and I'll leave you to it.

In case the teacher tries to commit suicide, it should be stopped.

After the teacher and Mr. Toya left, the venue was full of awkward atmosphere.

After seeing how that teacher is doing, you can't possibly not see how seriously the teacher has taken reincarnated protection.

Led by Kudo, the protected reincarnators blamed such a teacher.

Maybe he sees how the teacher is doing and thinks about it backwards.