Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

Then there was no case that seemed to happen for a while either.

Rick becomes obsessed with labyrinth offense. Not really, he even reveals his secrets to Wild Oak's Jog and Knight Ars as an alternative power.

Well, that wouldn't be a big enough event to go into details.

Every day has gone on with peace and inaction, just a little intense at times.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

Eventually the peak of cold and snow accumulation passed with the days.

Then a little while later, when I had the snow melt again, unfortunately, it finally happened.

"Ah... cat..."

When I visited the room, there was a patia stuck at the entrance.

What stared inside with a slightly moistened and anxious eye sees me as I seek help.

"Don't stay where you are. Let's go inside"

"Yeah... I'll do that..."

I stood in front of the hospital bed, keeping Patia hugged to the left side of the fudge.

This is the best bed Barney's has ever made. Sister Cookles is lying there powerless now.

"Oh, Mr. Cat... you're here... and Patia"

"Ku...... do you want to...?

Yes, he finally fell.

No matter how much she told me to rest, she didn't hear, so this was naturally the promised result that could happen.

"Bitter medicine, I took it, I'm fine... don't worry, Patia..."

"Right... but you look stuck...?

Don't. It was patient. Are you trying to be conscious with high fever, or the verbal intonation is not right.

She was still instructing Ars, who was going to see her, to make her own medicine.

"I hear the fever won't go down. From what I've seen, it doesn't look like it's working either."

It's a bad word if Patia asks me, so I snap small in Cookles' ear.

She glanced at my fur weakly and seemed in love because of her illness.

"Yes...... Hehe, that's crazy...... I'm in trouble, I'm in trouble. Ha, ha... what shall we do..."

"Coo, is it hard -...!? Hang on, Coo..."

"I'm going to... go to nothing, I..."

She never cries in front of a child.

She laughs back painfully gently, though she will really be bitter and irresistible.

"Nekotan...... ku, ku... don't you? Don't you...?

"Yes, I'm fine. To this extent, she will not die."

Actually, I don't know. The worst can also happen if the medical condition remains unhealed.

Rather than, it was (...) odd.

I feel faint magic from her - yes, Madrid wakes me up to sleep, and it was only earlier that she suggested that it might not be a normal disease.

"Mr. Ku, I've got a new pill. Drink up and get better."

"Yes...... thank you for taking the time, thank you. Besides, you've always accompanied me... I, Mr. Ars, look like an angel..."

"An angel? Huh, I'll give that word back to you just like that. Drink."

"Cat, Coo, it's gonna get better...?

"Yes, be sure"

Cookles wakes himself up lightly and swallows the clumsy pills made by Ars with the water.

I don't know if it works. Shall I recommend drinking maple syrup per pot first......

"Oops... Oops..."

That word of Patia pitied me.

We have to cure her at all costs.

My daughter is now remembering Mr. Edward's death.

"Patia, if you'll excuse me, please bring Madri here. I have a few thoughts. Then make a treat at Rick's that Cookles will be happy with."

"Okay, come on! Ku, the cat said he'd get it back...!

When my daughter left the room without a scratch, Cookles stopped making smiles and collapsed into bed looking terribly painful.

Then, when the condition settled a little, Ars looked at me as though he was soaring. Like I said, if a miracle happens, I will drive it.

"You don't have to say anything. I'll take care of it."

Perhaps this is not a disease.

Besides, Cookles used to say this. God gave me talent, he said.

"But what are you going to do by calling Madrid?

"From the point of view of not being a normal disease, I thought I'd check on her. Anyway, I can still feel the faint magic in her as a foreign object."

"Foreign body, huh? Apparently, I don't get it. But if that makes it any better, I guess it's better."

"Yes, well, that's the thing"

We waited quietly for the lead.

Cookles seemed to have stopped his strengths by Patia walking away, and he hasn't spoken a word since.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

"Dispel"

If the cause is the heterogeneous magic that is in her, then you can force it off.

So I let Reed do the art of forced magic release, dispelling.

"Dispel. No, I can't disarm it. Looks like it's locked with some kind of strong force."

"Really? It still doesn't seem that easy..."

But that's settled.

The cause of the malaise is not physical. Let's see it as a step forward even if it's just confirmed.

"But again, please. No, but I'll try to interfere with the lock from me."

"Yes......!

That didn't work in the end either.

After that, I went through the procedure with my hand and lead. But whatever I did didn't lead to improvement......

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

Eventually, the sun went down and the interior darkened, and only the whites of Megidoflame would illuminate the interior.

"Something in her is refusing to dispel. Wouldn't that ever come off, it's locked or something..."

"Yes, it's likely that Sister Cookles' strong thoughts are shackled, not wanting to let go of the tailor's talent"

I mean, it's good luck.

I don't think looking back on her personality will let go of her talent to make everyone happy, no matter how painful it is.

"Talent...? Um, what does that mean...?

I went outside my private room and made an offer to come to Ars and Madri.

Because I didn't want to be in front of Cookles about what I was going to talk about.

"Previously, Sister Cookles said God had given her strength"

"Yeah, you said it, and they asked me. In fact her tailoring work is also in the realm of divinity"

She gave unnatural power to someone she didn't know what to do.

But you can't possibly gain strength without a price.

"Let's say the god was real."

"Ha, it's not so much God, it's the devil who clings to a man's weakness."

"Yeah, the answer is already out of this result, it's not the real God who showed up in her dreams and gave her the talent of a tailor"

"Demons... Astral body monsters without flesh, they really existed..."

Ars made an unexpected look at Madrid's age and other unmistakable erudition.

Instead, because it was the kind of knowledge that was sticking both legs in the occult. We ourselves could not believe in the truth.

"The definition of a name is immaterial. Let's say this someone, a demon or something trying to exploit Cookles' wishes, is still possessed by her. Come on. What do you want to do?

Put your hands on your wrists, and I will ask them.

"Yeah, should I take that down..."

"At least you don't have time to be calling the exorcists from the diocese. I don't even know if their technique is a fake lie."

"Exorcist, defeat, I see...... is that the occult fashion"

Again I stroke my wrist. There it is, that guy's artifact.

Demon King, you tried to give this bracelet to Patia... that you were anticipating everything?

"I don't know. I don't even know what to do anymore... Do you think even a human doctor would come here...?

"No, the cause is definitely, I think, the magic in Mr. Cookles. But I've never had a case like this before..."

There's just one thing for sure.

That means you must never let Sister Cookles die.

If she dies, it will remain a symbol of death to my daughter.

You become more afraid of the death of those who are closer than ever, and that drives Patia into battle.

Strong power, but therefore, I see an attempt to protect everything.

Patia is in trouble if she doesn't get her brain weather to grow up. Beyond my personal wishes.

"I see it was helpful. It hasn't been half a day since we fell, and we'll see how it goes a little bit."

I can't help it if it doesn't get better.

Using this bracelet given to me by the Demon King, I decided to try to imitate those nagging exorcists.

"Um, which way?!

"I have an idea, so I'm going to sleep a little. Tell them to bring dinner to the bunk."

I don't feel comfortable showing Madrid the power of the bracelet.

Let's decide to change the time and place.