Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

After completing the treatment, I tried to argue that it was comfortable to occupy the tent for the seriously injured, but Caspar told me to rest until morning because there were already enough beds. Instead, he stepped out of the tent, laughing invincibly, saying that he would be fully employed again after a brief hearing in the early morning.

She stroked Alec's hair in a simple bed. For men, I enjoyed the feeling of soft and pleasant chestnut hair with my fingertips, and then pressed my hand against a slightly bleeding cheek. There is a slight neighborhood around my eyes.

At my feet, Louis was completely relaxed and fell asleep. There is no sign of either happening.

(--You 're worried.)

An arm wound that I could not tell because I was afraid of being tortured and thrown away. Alec knew he would never do that, but when he remembered those unusual days, he couldn't say anything.

A feeling of fear that sticks to the depths of your chest.

The first two years of struggle, which had been so desperately stacked up by whipping my frustrating heart over and over again, had once and for all been destroyed that day. Days when you manage to fix it and keep trying again. I was really desperate. I don't want to die in vain. Just with that one heart.

But if he turns his eyes on me right now. I felt like I could never recover again. Because I realized that I was so inclined to Alec.

--It was my second love since I came to this world.

For the first time, it might have been something you couldn't even call love. An instinctive dependence on a man who became an asylum seeker under unusual circumstances. I also understood that it was called the suspension bridge effect.

(― But still, I probably liked it

He looked after me and said, "Say anything if you have any trouble," he sent me "I support" when I decided to become an adventurer, and he praised me for "good work" when I got the results. Even though he was not a child, he stroked his head with his big warm hands - I liked Zack.

I didn't mean that I didn't like him in that situation.

But someone "advised" me to cover my thoughts, and...

"... I'm sorry I didn't notice you."

When I regained consciousness, the moment he said to me, "Will you be my sister?", the love was completely over. He said he felt responsible for the incident and that he would become a "brother" so that people who imitate fools would never come near him again.

I didn't forget that feeling when I became a "brother and sister", but I already recognized him as my brother in myself. He takes care of himself and his sister as a brother. I appreciate that, but I couldn't do anything about the holes in my heart and the intense feeling of hunger and irritation that I felt.

When I crossed paths with lovers who were close to each other. When I saw a young couple pulling their hands and going on a joyful journey. When I saw an old couple who would have long benefited from each other's warmth.

Those warm things burned and eroded my heart, thinking that I would never get them, being an ambiguous Gentile.

Zach (brother) will eventually get a partner and leave him. Even Nadia and Clement, who are close to each other, will one day leave the frame of "companions" and create something called "family." Or you may return to those who may be waiting at home.

None of them are or will be available to me.

I don't think so, and it's not once or twice that I feel like I'm going crazy because I feel lonely. How long can I live when I have to let go of where I was given, a Gentile with no place to go?

It was Alec who appeared in front of me when he had such a hopeless feeling.

"I'll be your place."

That's how you took my hand. She stopped by every time something happened. He clasped his hand, stroked his head and hugged me many times. It even gave me a warm mouth.

"... my goodness."

I'm completely satisfied with his warmth like that.

Gently wrapped his tired sleepy cheeks in both hands, he quietly fell off his lips. Then let go of his lips and slide his cheeks towards his cheeks.

A warm man. A gentle man.

(Hey, Alec. I,)

--I like you now.