Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Infectious Diseases...?

Lena, who was listening in silence, frowned in confusion.

"Wait. That was seven years ago, wasn't it? I don't remember that being popular, and it shouldn't be recorded in the history of the Empire. '

'That would be so. Which scholar can keep track of the disease, such as the epidemic that year when he pointed the blade at Holy Land Eland? In the first place, only a small part of the lower town saw people die from the disease, and even most citizens perceived a slight bad cold as an epidemic'

Although the infection was strong, the symptoms were simply too much.

Severe vomiting and fever.

For the most part, if you take proper moisture and nutrition and rest in a warm room, it will heal in about three days.

So what endangered his life was a child without strength, or as poor as he was.

But it was the orphanage where there were so many poor, physically defenceless children.

'Technically, their cause of death is not disease. It's not a disease, what do you know about the children being driven to a death crisis by?

'.................. no'

"It's cold. Many orphanage children, feared of infection and driven out of their indoors, were frozen to death while unable to get all kinds of nutrition or sleep '

Lena complains.

Bruno was remembering the sight seven years ago as he strayed from it and narrowed his eyes towards the flames that swayed in warm colors.

Cold, freezing winter nights to the bones.

One boy squatted in the attic with snow sideways that he had never seen in his country.

It is not even bedding, but crude straw (straw) that is laid on the uneven floor, with no carpet.

I smoked sweat and puke. That smelled awful.

From poorly erected walls, a relentlessly blowing gap wind.

There was no glass or other insertion, just from the dull window covered with a slice of old cloth, the blown snow was pounding and dripping.

Unlike other orphanages, Hannah worked hard and did not try to drive a sick child outside.

However, careful care was required not to be transferred to other children, which further exacerbated the scarce economic situation of the orphanage.

There is no room for replacing sheets filled with diarrhea, no room for more firewood to warm the room, no room for nutritious food or clean, warm bedding.

No, there was a time.

Hannah and finally Leo, who is good at gold measures, run around the people, sometimes asking for help around them, sometimes releasing the storage, so far, they managed to come without letting the dead out.

But - when I finally got my storage and bottom line and couldn't borrow any more.

Leo, who had been running until then, fell ill when he thought he would manage to end the infection in the Hannah orphanage as well.

It was - it was Leo who was squatting in the attic.

"Leo,... we're going in. I brought you a replacement straw."

As Bruno, whose mouth was covered with cloth, entered the room, Leo, lying on the floor, blurred his gaze.

With cracked lips, he groans, "Oh......"

"Wow,... na. I totally tried to throw up in the corner so that the replacement would be minimal... I did a great job.... Oh no, you, come in. There you go. Leave it there."

A slightly younger tone than it is now. Still, usually, he should have been the one to show off his adult-faced talk, but now the voice is blurred and weak.

Early on in his attempt to get up, Bruno pulled his mouth under the cloth and tied it, watching his body twitch.

I don't even listen to the stops, I step into the room forcefully.

He had managed to get warm, and Leo's body, shrunk and twisted in straw, was trembling in small pieces at the calf.

"Hehe... sami no. I don't feel like a finger. Tomorrow, you're going to be okay with Shiru's job."

With a terrible complexion, he says that.

Bruno changed the straw with a rugged look, groaning as he roared toward the darkness that nestled in his room.

"-... why"

"To?"

"Why..."

Why does evil come down to him?

I look at Leo with only his face up. His pale eyes just had strange emotions.

The remaining cheeks of the scuffle, and the labour-free fingers, just seemed good.

He was running around for his buddies, messing with the scarce money, and he managed to get the bunk in order.

Then why should he shake the fire of his life on this poor floor?

A fist that was clutching unconsciously, with strength.

Unaware, the nails were tearing through the skin of the palms and soaking the blood.

What did you think to Bruno, who was silent, Leo, who was lying on the straw again, raised his voice pounding.

"... Um come on. I don't know."

Turn your gaze.

Usually twirling and changing his expression, his friend, who was just calculating his money, was blurry, looking at the void.

"-Oh, Spirit, I thank you. … a miracle over a presence that fills and warms me up in the cold of nostalgia.... this is how you cut it out"

"... what, is that"

Are we going to honor the Spirit, even when we find a duck to scam or a tacky opponent?

Leo looked annoyed at Bruno, who did not hide his suspicious expression and asked him so.

"Chicks!... When the bovine bond is established, you swear in front of your mentor. That's the line."

…………

Bruno opens his eyes.

That was like dreaming and twisting the ideal word once if you were an orphan.

But no way Leo dreams of the scene, etc.

Apparently, the surprise was conveyed, and Leo laughed badly as he shook his cheeks and lips.

"Before, you told me. He said it might come to me. So I was just thinking. If I swear to the Spirit on any line, it'll be cool."

I never thought my encouragement, as I took it and attached it, inspired Bruno to stretch his expression.

And more than that - the idea of why, now, Leo tells himself that came to mind, and his chest began to make a deliberate noise.

Without gazing at Bruno, Leo continued to blur his voice.

"Of course, when I say spirits, I don't mean spirits of light, but spirits of gold.... so, this mumbles. … to preserve this miracle, I dedicate all of this body, before thy, and all that glow."

"Leo.... why are you telling me that now"

"Please spare me this Kaiken prayer."

"Leo."

"Give thy glow, or not, to the new, to my father and to my mother"

"-Leo!"

At last Bruno exclaimed.

Leo, hiccup, leaked a powerless exhale and slowly turned to this one as he lay down.

"... because come on. Because of me, I thought about it. Without an internal job."

There was still a snaggy grin on the remaining face of the scuff, but - the skin had completely lost its color and the tinted eyes that were supposed to stick were becoming out of focus.

"I can't believe it's over without telling anyone.... time for an internal job you skipped, you want to have it, right?

So, and the next moment he shrugged, Leo folded his body and began to get angry.

Rough breaths and roaring screams leak as you sew between them.

But I don't have anything left in my stomach to throw up on anymore.

All he could do was, suffer, freeze - wait for death.

"Leo!"

Bruno touched Leo's body aggressively and then let go of his hand.

It should be feverish, because its body was cold as ice.

Heh, and a slightly quiet exhale leaked out of Leo's mouth.

That's how he stopped moving.

Bruno fades and takes his wrist.

Pulse, there is - so far.

Stand up fluttered and exit the attic in an unconstrained foothold.

In the downstairs room, Hannah was embracing children crying "cold" in the dark who couldn't even light the lamp.

They called Leo's name to look for his parents, in a toned tone.

"Hey, where are you in Leo? Where are you, honey?

"Let's go. Together, Neru, I said."

Hannah did not answer it, and as she pressed the children's faces hard against her chest, she raised her roaring voice from the gap between her teeth, which she had eaten up.

"Damn......! Damn...... Huh!

Her hair, which had been tightly tied until a few days earlier, had now been cut short.

I guess I sold it.

Bruno knows she was trying to sell her hair as well as even her teeth.

If you don't want an old woman's teeth or anything, even the dark doctor said no.

"Why not...!

He could no longer hear the scream of spitting blood, and Bruno slammed the cloth on the floor aggressively, jumping out of the orphanage.

So, jumping mud and snow, as far as I could, I ran.

It's your fault, Leo.

Absurdly breathing, in my heart, cursing my friend.

Because you don't even have a pattern, you say the Holy Word.

So it snows, and Hannah cries.

The orphanage known to Bruno was not a place like this.

Leo always laughed like an idiot, snarling as he grabbed the money, and Hannah always had to be fine, bursting with anger and fists.

The kids are busy, sometimes smashing a whisper of grill, fighting, making up, laughing at each other.

It had to be that kind of place.

Through the poorest neighborhoods, simple yet robust houses line up.

Bruno ran, staring out of a window fitted with glass at a relaxing, warm light leaking.

The place of destination was quiet.

"Spirit!

Kick through the wooden door where the lock was lowered and scream.

The voice echoed within the stone cathedral and eventually disappeared.

- Are you here, descendant of Norius?

The sleigh and shadow move in the snow as it plugs through the window.

Standing in front of an altar with a spiritual cloth, - was the spirit of darkness.

The spirit, who took the look of an old man, had a disastrous grin, like a flipped three-day moon, and leaned her neck toward this one.

- Have you made up your mind?

"Dedicate"

Momentum blocking that squeamish voice, Bruno told.

"I offer. Pray, this self. - To the Spirit of Darkness, dedicated '

Walk toward the altar as you drag the snow-dipped old clothes hem.

In front of the Spirit Cloth, for the first time, he knelt on his own will.

"Please, give me the sperm....... tell me. What am I supposed to do?

- It's a special victory.

The old man stretched out his fingertips like its dead branches and lifted Bruno's jaw tip, which leaned down.

And I was there, and I laughed.

- What. Easy stuff. In honor of my name, from time to time… yes, if only you would let me taste just one spoon, blood and suffering at the tip of my tongue.

…………

Bruno frowns.

It was easy to imagine that his clan, including his father, was less immersed in the act of "giving blood and suffering" and had gradually lost his spiritual equilibrium and dyed his hands in various wars and rituals.

'... ok'

But Bruno snorted after a while as he disgusted his fingers.

"I dedicate. So... forgive me for the power of that evil."

- Ho, it's a scratch.

The spirits of darkness waved their paid hands hanging out, narrowing their eyes to the night that spread out the window.

- I don't know. That child, something that's about to take the breath of the Spirit of Death.

"............... Quickly"

- He said he knew. But... you know what? Descendants of Norius. Remember that.

He told Bruno with a voice that stretched his spine softly and even made him feel sanctimonious.

- The flow of nature is unshakeable and magnificent.

The palm of fate is enormous, and no one can escape it.

Even if you were to twist that child's path now, the fix (...) will always happen.

'... what do you mean'

- That kid, I don't know what form he's in, but eventually, he's gonna disappear from before you.

flesh and soul, not so distant a future, would be torn apart.

No one can stop it.

Those who try to swim against the flow suffer unnecessary wounds and only drown.

Will you still be my beloved?

Bruno glanced up at the Spirit of Darkness.

"- Still."

and eats up his teeth.

From that gap, the beast told him low as he roared.

"Sooner or later, even if it disappears from before me. Even if it's only a slight extension. Multiple times better than losing it here and now '

Bruno spoke of the name of the Spirit of Darkness, who closed his eyes strongly and had only heard it once a long time ago.

Really, the spiritual cloth, which should have been knitted in twelve coloured yarns, stains black as if it were inked.

A slight snowflake disappeared, which should have been pouring in through the window, and the air around it shifted into darkness.

Wind roars.

The spiritual laughter echoes.

"So, please - don't take it from me"

The next time I opened my eyes, his eyes, which should have been gray, dwelt in obsidian darkness.

"It's the first time I've ever made... I'm a friend"

From those pitch-black eyes, just one muscle.

Quiet, clear tears spilled.

Bruno, staring at the flames with eyes the same color as at night, shut his mouth there once.

So I shrugged my shoulders small toward Lena, who I couldn't say anything about.

'And then there's nothing like talking in particular. The infectious disease came to an end with the snowmelt approaching, and when Leo recovered, he went back to his money-making routine at best, forgetting that he was dying, etc. I had a mediocre routine while preparing for the fix (...) to be made. Sometimes, feeding on the dark spirits'

Lena was remembering Leo's story at that time.

Sometimes, childhood tampering is that your eyes get much blacker.

- Only in that case, I'm flustered away... something, awesome. I'm coming home flustered.

Perhaps Bruno's desire to raise the grub to a blood festival and soon to tailor the beast is something that has something to do with those circumstances.

He has forgiven his heart by periodically dedicating blood and resentment to the Spirit of Darkness.

"... I was lucky not to feed on it."

When he distorted his mouth and returned it that way, Bruno laughed "Oh" thinly.

'I told you. He said he didn't try to get his hands on you for a few reasons. I was angry when I found out you took Leo's body, but as much as I appreciate it, I appreciate it. "

'What?'

"I was afraid of the day Leo would be torn apart from his flesh and soul and disappear from before me... what, I didn't know it was in this shape."

Worried about the reaction, Lena first made her mouth a letter to.

'... well, the grief has faded a lot, huh...?

'Wouldn't you? He stayed with him even if he was replaced, and... more importantly, he's alive. Well, still, a lot of trouble seems to be going on, but in the big picture, it's a really bad problem.'

"Please don't treat me like I'm about to be the queen of blondes by accident?

Lena followed, half-eyed into it.

'... I see what you're talking about. I see, you're from a clan of dark spirits, and now you're my beloved. When the Spirit is in tune, the scourge spreads, so that he regularly offers prayer and blood to his health. So, this trip to Elland is part of it, right?

'Oh. Those who now reign over the land of Eland do not know to worship the Spirit of Darkness. If we pray to the Spirit of Darkness as much in this period when prayer is offered all over the country and the majesty of the Spirit of Light is most increased, perhaps they will not know that the Dependency of Light - the protection of the continent will be tarnished and rotten. If we do not pay the darkness like this, we will be devoured by evil from the poor land, just as we were seven years ago'

"Phew."

With that clear brainchild, while the story was instantly understood, Lena came up with the look of not being silent.

"Though I think the muscles go through - if you don't know, why don't you just tell me? You just have to teach them the status of your beloved child and their role in paying dirt and push them."

Pointing out, Bruno distorted his mouth to smile bitterly.

"... if I could."

'Can't you?

"The dark sperm is powerful and sweet. Sometimes I mean to pray and forgive, but when I realize it, I'm drowning in the power of darkness. That would be the last time. That person can only think of sharpening the power of the Spirit of Light, spreading war and spreading disaster. To face the Spirit, it is most appropriate that the blood of those who fight (Norius) should be hit."

Still, I can drown in power like my father did.

"Yeah," Lena nodded again, to Bruno, who the one added looked bad.

Thus threw a branch into the flame, which made a dry noise and burned cheerfully, when it seemed.

"... to the blood of Norius, the power of darkness. Disgrace and stop the evil, hey...... '

What a magnificent story.

I didn't think I was going to hear such a fantastic word from this faceless man.

"A picture book that I started reading because I thought it was a crappy fairy tale ran up to a magnificent spectacle novel development, such a shock. What's this? '

Come to think of it, Hannah Orphanage is also like a demon hole.

There's a moneykeeper back in the dead, there's a marquis lady, there's a darkness spiritual beloved.

Who could have guessed that dirty little house would be filled with people with such big titles?

"So, you want to hide that shocking development and just keep Hannah Orphanage - Leo's surroundings locked up in a fairy tale world almost like that, huh?

'... oh'

Bruno showed a rare and hesitant glimmer.

'I don't want them to know, for him. About my powers and how I recovered from the disease.... I twisted his path once.'

…………

Lena raises one eyebrow.

Bruno's sentimental contents could be inferred into the streets.

But that was no longer the subject of Lena's interest.

A harsh fact, connecting pieces that were scattered. Clearly organised causes and consequences.

Those she wanted, because she already got them.

But just one word.

There was something I wanted to tell the expression-killer, who seemed worried without a pattern.

"How many years have you been Leo's best friend? Assuming Leo finds out the truth, I think instead of loathing you or fearing a" fix, "he'll just shake his hands and thank you. '

Bruno, you......!

That means you made me instalment (fix) when I had to lump sum (death)!? Without commission!?

Whoa, super thanks. Whoa!

Probably say that.

Bruno stared seriously at Lena turning her neck as she overheard the story and her shoulders were stiff.

"Lena. You..."

"What? If you say anything strange, I'll kill you. '

When I glanced at him and told him blurry, he grinned.

"... one reason you shouldn't hang on to Leo, Lena, even if you know you've taken his body."

Instead, he says that.

'Cause that's what I thought when you were in Leo, - the one that sounded pretty funny.'

…………

Lena complains.

What, while he was letting his mouth open and closed, Bruno stood up loosely and paid off the dirt on his ass.

"Come on, the branches are going to run out of bottom. My eyes work better at night. I'll collect it. '

So I just try to turn my heel back.

but then.

'... what?

He frowned softly and gazed into the darkness in the distance.

Lena also abandons her confusion and rushes to imitate it.

The sound reached her before the shadows, which only held the eyes of a regular person.

'-... carriage?'

It was the wheels and the sound of the horse's hooves treading down the road that began to faintly rock the tympanic membrane in the quiet night forest. And the sound, surely, approaches this way.

Duh, they looked at each other.

On a night like this, on a beast path like this, who, why?

Before the lanas who put out the fire and gazed vigilantly, eventually, a carriage appeared.