Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

The third awakening was just before noon. Zach seems to have gone to work. When I was handed the left note and opened it, a sentence was written saying, "Don't do anything wrong."

"... it's not as conservative as this situation."

When she smiled bitterly, Siori inclined her neck strangely. Besides, if it's nothing, I'll get up and try to return it. It feels a little easier, but I still feel uncomfortable with the pain. My head is also heavy. My body was meant to be strong, but I became depressed by the ill healing. I don't really want to think about it, but am I old?

"Are you hungry?

I think a little when asked. I have no appetite. Shake his head and show him.

Well then, let's drink hot and cold.

She is given hot and cold medicine with water and swallows it as she is told. Then I slipped back into the clothes.

Afterwards, he repeated his sleep and awakening several times. Because of the heat, I dreamed every time I slept. Early memories, very recent events.

--and dreams of events that I don't want to remember.

─ From today, you will live here. At best, encourage them to be ashamed of their identity. "

The words spoken by my father to my son, who had just counted nine, were gruesome and cold. Looking around for salvation, anxiety is crushing her. But none of the adults staring at themselves are on their side. It's funny, it's disgusting, it's overlooking.

(Help me, Mom. Don't leave me.)

I don't have a mother to protect me anymore. My mother, who grew up with one woman, is dead. I got sick because I couldn't. I left the world without being dazed.

My father wasn't there. He wasn't supposed to be here from the beginning. Ever since I was born, I've been alone with my mother. But why now?

I wish my father were here a few times. When a friend who was playing with him drops off at his father's pick-up. When I see a child on my father's shoulder in the middle of the road. At such a time, I've thought about it many times, even if I had a father.

But I don't want this. Didn't my father look at my son with warmer eyes? Why do you look at yourself with such a look at others? With such a cold face to look at others. Nevertheless, you're saying this is your home from today?

The cold eyes, eyes, and eyes of the adults surrounding you.

--Beautiful daughters laugh.

The scent of perfume. The smell of makeup. I feel sick about the disgusting smell that is mixed with various smells.

Your Highness, next holiday we will have a tea party at our rose garden. Please come out.

Oh, I won't allow you to run away. Your Highness, please take care of me. "

Your Highness, Your Highness. The eyes of the daughters, who surrounded themselves in pursuit and looked up in a hot gaze, did not look at themselves, Alec. All I see is the title "Your Highness."

Yeah, but she's the only one.

"- Your Highness, I'm on your side. So if you want to cry, cry."

She was the lowest of my daughters and the least visible. But she was a sweet girl worthy of her simplicity. I noticed myself rubbing my nerves in the unfamiliar life of the royal castle, and he stood beside me gently. You worked so hard for yourself to cry pitifully.

I liked it.

I thought she felt the same way.

But...

Cold eyes. I looked down on it. Why are you looking at me like that?

I was the daughter of my first love.

I knew I couldn't marry the Vicomte's daughter when I left the castle. But still, I thought only the mind could understand each other - that's what I thought.

"- Don't get me wrong. I gave up my right to inheritance and I even gave up my royal identity, saying," What is it worth to you? "

--This is the first love that ended in an unbroken form.

I'm really sorry. You leave me alone. Forgive me. "

The edge of the spoken word trembles slightly. I wonder if he noticed. But even if you do, you'll miss it. Because he is a gentle brother.

It's okay. Don't worry about it. If I had been more steadfast in the first place, I wouldn't have called you here. This is how you get involved in a succession rights dispute. I'm sorry. "

Still, gentle. Say it's all your fault.

But you're an adventurer. More rough than the Knights, I guess. I'm worried.

Until I can stand on my own, Master Blaizac will follow me. It's okay. "

When I tapped my brother on the shoulder, who was worried about himself and raised his eyebrows, I heard a small reply.

Cheer up. Send me a letter occasionally. If you like it, I'd be more than happy to see you. "

"... I don't mind writing, but it may be difficult for me to come to see you. But if you need anything, just let me know. Then I'll make sure to rush."

"Thank you, but I'll do my best. Good luck, I'll make you a comfortable place someday. So come back then. Make yourself a fine adventurer."

Oh, I promise.

Promise.

The fist was offered. And I held a light meeting with my fist. The blue eyes under the blonde hair - the face is not very similar, but the only proof that the eyes are brothers - intertwine with the gaze.

I spent only a few years with him, but he was like a twin who had grown up with me since I was born, his only best friend.

Bloody, single family. My younger brother is the same age.

─ See you soon.

Oh, see you soon.

I won't say goodbye. I'll see you later. That's what I promised, I left.

- Dead eyes of slaves transported in a crude carriage with cages. Even the expression "thin and dirty," which appeared to be over the cage, was so dirty that it was easy to live. A strange smell that rubs against the nose. Treatment is as criminal slavery as it is. But perhaps he hasn't even gone through the formal process. Some of the slaves often saw their young daughters and young children. They may have been taken illegally, but it is routinely done in the Empire.

And the child in the cage who had no expression until then suddenly burst into tears as if he had returned to me. Some slaves look sad or depressed, but they sit down almost as if they don't feel anything.

"Shut up, shut up!

The slaver pushed the stick into the cage and scratched it violently.

A tall scream. A strong odor.

Oh, stop it. Please don't.

I want to block my ears. You are about to vomit, but you desperately stop it and pretend to be a wind that doesn't bother you on the surface. I am an Empire nobleman now. Don't react. Listen to me. If I'm wrong, I don't want you to help me.

Every time I fall asleep, I dream. A dream that starts suddenly without context and is cut off in the middle so that it is suddenly pulled back from an immersed reading book. I felt like I had a good dream, but it was mostly a nightmare. Is it because I am weak because of the heat?

But if I had a nightmare, Shiori would have woken me up. If you hold my hand, stroke my head, and gently whisper that I'm okay, that's all I could do.

"--It's good that I'm not alone."

Siori smiled slightly at the words she slept slightly. You can gently stroke your head with your other hand while holding your hand.

"I'm on the... side."

"... really?

It might have been a word to reassure you. But I couldn't help but cling to one of the words on the side. Yeah, I guess he's still weak.

"Yes, that's why I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

".... nh"

The hand that was stroking my head traced the edge of my ear and slipped down my cheek. Soft hands gently touching the cheeks. Relaxed by the warmth, you're again drawn to sleep.

--Next time, I'm sure I won't have any more nightmares.

Because this gentle one will be by your side.

--Feel the light behind your eyelids and open your eyes.

Soft light was leaking from the gap between the closed curtains. It's morning. I feel like I've been asleep for a long time, but I feel good.

I looked around with some regret that the warmth that was holding my hand was no longer there. And Louis, sitting firmly next to the pillow, suddenly breathed and turned back. Maybe he was peeking. So if you look up close, it's pretty big.

Louis trembles and then stretches out a part of her body like a tentacle. That's Lori's greeting I've seen before. I feel weak in the way of love (almost).

"... good morning..."

When she returned the greeting, Louis trembled satisfactorily before jumping under the bedside. Maybe you heard Alec's voice, or Siori, who was dressed in the morning, showed herself from the bathroom.

"Good morning. How are you feeling?"

I touched my forehead without waiting for my reply.

"Good. You're down a lot. It looks good, and I think it's a little bit hot right now."

The hand that touched my forehead came down to my cheeks and neck without hesitation to check my temperature. After two nights of nursing, perhaps the resistance to us has completely disappeared.

(It may be a pleasure, but it's just a little pathetic.)

I'm glad the distance has narrowed, but I've taken care of it completely. I learned a little embarrassment and awkwardness about it, and I woke up to hide it, and my back was supported. So I realize that I remember hunger.

"Do you want something to eat?

She nodded when asked by Shiori, who seemed to have sensed it.

Well then, I'll give you something light.

I was given a cushion on my back so that I could sit in a comfortable position, and then I was hung with a wine shawl on my shoulder so that it wouldn't get cold. The smell of fluffy, refreshing and slightly sweet stung my nose. The scent of cilantro stained on the shawl.

They pulled the window curtains and put in the soft autumn sun before heading to the kitchen, where they were able to get ready while gazing at their backs, which worked well. A pot with a deep dish is brought in. Amber soup with root vegetables and chicken stewed in small cuts.

"If you can't eat it all, please leave it. You don't have to eat everything."

"... it's okay. I can eat it."

When I held the key, I noticed a lot.

"Speaking of which, where's Zach?

I haven't seen you since I woke up. Did you come back while you were asleep and go out to work again?

"If Zach had a difficult case yesterday, she would have gone out with Clement and Nadia. I was told I'd be back today."

A note that remained on the table was handed over. Looks like it's from Zach.

"I wrote something down yesterday, but I'm really worried about Alec."

"... no, I don't think so."

Theori seems to be mistaken, but I'm sure she's right. When you open the folded inscription, you'll be sure to say, "Listen, even if the fever goes down, sleep tight. Don't do it even if you make a mistake." I know you're worried about Shiori, but I wonder how unreliable she is. Zach's overprotective attitude toward her sister has to be laughed at as early as possible. Re-fold the note and place it next to the pillow before turning back to the soup.

"Thank you."

"Yes, please."

Sprinkle the soup with the spoon and carry it to your mouth. Gentle saltiness and the nourishing taste of root vegetables spreads through your mouth.

"... delicious"

That's good.

When you chew on the utensil, it crushes with your tongue and melts loosely. The stomach seemed to be softly simmering so as not to be surprised by the rise of the disease.

"Is this for me?

I was nodded instead of answering. While chewing on the warm feeling of filling your mind, you advance the key. Did you think it would be hard to eat if you were watched? Theoli tried to leave the scene carefully. However, I felt lonely about the matter, and the words provoked me to stay aggressively.

"to the side,"

Yes?

"... stay by my side"

Theoli seemed a little surprised, but immediately smiled. Oh, here it is. This smile. A soft smile, like a leaky tree day that blocks out the overpowering sun and gives only a gentle warmth, calms the hearts that have been rubbed away by the long assignment that has been hidden.

"Well, I'll eat with you. Just a moment, please."

When Cili returned to the kitchen, she put soup in two deep plates and then put a small toilet in the pot and turned around. Place one of the deep dishes and a water magic toilet in front of Louis and lower your hips to a round chair by the bedside.

"I'll take it."

Apparently, it's a home-country prep. When I bowed my hands together and bowed lightly, I put my hands on the soup.

In a room where the warm sun is plugging in, only the sound of the spoon hitting the plate is heard. A pleasant time passes without conversation.

Looking at the completely empty plates, Theoli seemed relieved.

"Good. If your appetite returns, you'll be fine."

"--You 've taken care of me completely. I'm sorry... no, thank you."

Unfortunately, I can't take any more trouble. When she announced her intention to go home, the shawl on her shoulder was removed, and instead a blanket was spread out in front of her and wrapped to hide herself naked.

"If you like, take a bath and use it. It seems to be OK if it is about a slight fever. It'll be tough when you get back."

"Exactly."

I can't. When I tried to say that, my smell grabbed my nose. I remember carefully that she wiped out the sleeping sweat, but the smell of sweat and the stickiness of her body will not be removed unless she bathes. My hair is also starting to buoy. When I get back, I have to have the innkeeper boil the water.

After a moment of hesitation, Theori disappeared into the bathroom. I'll be back in no time. I suppose you magically poured hot water into the bath.

"I have clothes and towels inside. Please use soap appropriately."

"... ahh. I'm sorry about everything."

"No, don't worry about it."

When this happened, I was somewhat worried that I might not be seen as a man, but I can also understand that Shiori only cared for me purely. I decided to spoil it with great affection. I realized for the first time at this time that I had been stripped of my dirty clothes while I was asleep, and that I had been seen naked with ugly scratches, but it was also Siori's concern that he didn't touch me at all.

Roll up your hips carefully from the bedside as you are urged to do so. The discomfort caused by the malaise was gone.

"Hot water can damage my body, so I kept it warm. Please soak slowly."

Leave it alone and gently close the bathroom door and leave. On the table beside the bathtub were his clothes and towels neatly washed and folded. Touch the bathtub-filled water. It's not too hot, it's not too wet. Temperature setting for caring about your physical condition.

The gentleness of Shiori seemed so painful that my chest hurt.

"... my goodness."

--Maybe he's still weak.

Oh, no, I'm not.

---It fell completely into Shiori (that woman) without turning back.

When I got out of the bath, I was advised to sit on a chair and was held by a cup containing warm medicinal water. While I was sipping it, she kept her wet hair from getting cold. The warm magic of Shiori and the comfort of her thin fingertips comb her chestnuts.

The happiness, but after a short time, all I had to do was go home.

They picked some digestive and nutritious portable foods and were packed in packages, wrapped around their shoulders with duck feather-coloured shawls to keep their bodies cool. A magical, warm air film is stretched beneath the shawl as well as the finish.

"... maybe it's just hot and cold and the heat is falling. Please take a break from work for a while. Never push it."

"Oh, okay. I really took care of everything. Thank you."

Shiori politely declined to give her a lift to the boarding house. Turn around to see you off at the door, Shiori.

Theoli

Yes?

I gently touched her cheek with the empty hand. Wrap it in your palm.

"I told you I'd be your place."

Reflecting on bending down and trying to lip off its soft lips, she instead touched her smooth cheeks with her lips. Her chestnut hair, which had the same fragrance as hers with the help of her hair detergent, instantly intertwined and separated.

"--You 're where I belong first."

Before removing the unfortunate fingertips from his cheeks, Alec stroked them again and left the scene behind.

I was going to leave the apartments and go straight to Shinjuku, but I remembered and turned to the union (guild). Is Zach back? I feel like I was being alerted to various things, but I must have been worried and troubled. You must apologize and thank him, and tell him that he will be cured for a few days.

When I opened the union door, Zach was either back or disarming. Clemens and Nadia, who were with us, saw us. Zach also looked back. The three of them opened their eyes slightly.

I heard you fell down, but is that enough?

"Oh, thanks. But I'm going to be quiet for a few days. I'm sorry about the hole."

"... no, I don't mind. I'm sorry I didn't realize that either. Rest well."

"Oh, thank you."

Forget Alec's back after the guild.

"... I'm surprised. Did he laugh with that soft face? I've never seen it before."

Nadia murmured with emotion somewhere.

"... that's right."

I have to agree with Zach.

"Such a filled face."

Ever since I left the castle. No, I've never even seen a satisfying face from the bottom of my heart since I was a kid I first met.

--Did Shiori solve it?

The moment he turned his back, he noticed the body of a gentle smell that he remembered, and looked at the door that Alec had left, covering his eyes with one hand and slapping Clemens on the shoulder, which he had leaned over with his lips.

(If Siori can be where he is, then Alec, it's your turn. Make him his place.)

It reminds me of Siori when she started showing the appearance of her heart to Alec. Siori was gently stroking Alec's hot hand. Was she aware of it herself? I knew how much I loved him back then.

Take him, Alexei.

With a bitter smile at Clement's unusual depression, who seemed to have admitted defeat for something, Zack turned his eyes to Nadia.

"... I guess we'll just have to hang out with the burnt liquor tonight."

As he slowly went down the stairs and spoke with someone downstairs to get out of the apartments, even after Alec's footsteps were far away, Theori, who had been standing for a while, gently touched his cheeks with his fingertips as the warm thing touched them.

Alec's sweet, thin, purple blue eyes, and loose curved lips that look at him with a melting smile remind him of that feeling.

As I understood exactly what was happening to me and the facts penetrated into my head, I saw my face turn red.

"... foreigners are all aggressive, so I thought it might be a social resignation."

Said Shiori with a flicker.

"I think I meant it."

Louis looked up at her husband gently in an atmosphere that she said she had noticed even more.