My sister-in-law has become a brave man.

I wasn't even willing to follow the self-proclaimed "Seventh Prince of the Northern Empire," but I only gave him my name without saying anything.

I had trouble calling him "Eervarid" anyway, so I decided to call him "Eyre" by his abbreviation.

When Eyre heard my name, he asked me this first.

"Rio. Is Maisie and Sulli safe?

Of the four girls it was caught with, I couldn't say anything when I heard it was two names.

Shut up and swoop your neck sideways, but, yes, snap low and snub, Eyre bites his back teeth all the way.

I breathed for a while and asked softly to the boy who shut his mouth as if trying to crush all his voices.

"You know those kids' houses?

After a long silence, Eyre taught me what I knew was pompous.

That we both grew up in an orphanage and said we had no family.

That they have each been taken from another orphanage, by that wizard man.

I heard that the two unnamed men were ahead of Maisie and Sulli and were magically bound to themselves and made to look like dolls, which should be forbidden because of their rambling attempts to escape.

Maisie and Sulli were frightened when they would do so, pretending to be submissive, but still wanting to find a way to escape and desperately try to live.

Encourage me to find Eyre chained up and trapped in a cage all the time while he was being caught by a mad man, something I kept saying there must be some way.

In a tiny body that faintly sifts, saying in a pale voice that doesn't swoop emotions, stormy thoughts came through wild.

When I finished the conversation, I looked at my face and said:

"I hate to see a woman who kills her voice and cries.

Straight forward, staring at the green of the woods, I answered to be.

"Then don't look.

Eyre stared at me, but eventually turned away silently.

The emotions that were temporarily missing after being eaten “dark” by the bracelet are now vividly rising again.

Anger, sadness, remorse.

That storm, with its mixed calls of all sorts, took some time to get away slowly.

When I could speak, I muddled my face and asked.

"Eel. How do you think I should mourn you?

"Do you have a body?

"Yeah. I've got all four of them.

"Here we go!

Eyre suddenly glanced down his spine.

Don't even ask me how I got it.

"Let's send it with my“ first source fire. "Those daughters just decay, I can't stand it.

Patch and magic danced at the tip of a near-finger razored in the sky.

And how he found out, he pointed out that there was a river over there, and he ordered me to take him there.

... you, you're just on your lap, but it's heavy.

You want me to take care of that?

"Do you want to hear so much about how rough I was treated?

Oh, uh...

Something's already given up on irony.

Probably even loosened something that had tied me up until now by running away from the front of Regrouza.

I don't mean to be a jerk, but when I tuned (synchronized) my senses with “darkness” without any particular grip to grasp the neighborhood space, and found the river in the direction indicated by Eyre, I moved across "darkness” to a beautiful riverside where no one else was.

Eyre seemed surprised that he transferred space in an instant wearing something like a black curtain, without chanting a spell.

But when I returned the four girls from the darkness to the earth, their mouths opened, they were shut and pulled together.

When I sat Eyre down on the nearby stone, I walked up to the girls who had laid him by the river.

The blood on my arm is stopped.

The tears that were wetting my cheeks are cute.

And that face, closed to a sleep that never awakens again, is frightened by sorrow, pain and fear.

I crouched nearby, tried gently to pay for the hair on one forehead but couldn't do it well, and finally realized my fingertips were sifting.

I remember when I put white flowers in my parents' coffins.

Ten years ago I lost my parents in a car accident at once.

I heard a long time later that it was because I was still young at the time, I didn't try to understand what anyone said about "death," nor did I cry at all during the funeral.

Because of my age, because of my mental shock, I only have fragmented memories, so I don't know what I was thinking at the time when they said that.

Just one thing.

Only that my hands, which put flowers in the coffins of my parents with closed eyelids, were sifting helplessly.

Somehow all the time, I remember.

"Rio."

Eyre calls me and I go back to my side.

From now on, he says, "First Source Fire” will be used to send them.

But it's a fire that feeds on magic, and it may not be enough of its own right now.

So I have commanded them to keep my blood on their foreheads.

I couldn't comply.

My blood contains pure magic, even if they say it's necessary to send them for sure.

I know by reason, but my heart really doesn't nod.

Spread "my blood (petrol)" so that the fire of Eyre burns properly.

You want me to smear them with my blood on top of all this?

You were in a hurry for me not to move, then I told you to give me more blood, so I cut off my fingertips with a dagger and gave it to you, and you gave me a frightened face.

You gave it to me. [M]

When Eyre sighed and grabbed my hand, he held a bloody finger in his mouth.

Trihada stood up again to be devoured by magic, but didn't think I'd like it this time.

If you try to calm down that way, you realize that you seem to think to the extent that Aida was happy to eat magic and tasted it in an extended manner of play, whereas Eyre is drinking water to moisturize her dry throat.

There seems to be a difference between what eats magic.

After a while I let go of my finger, Eyre said in a bitter tone, "It's too deeply cut".

My hands were sifting and I seem to have cut them off more thoroughly than I thought.

Speaking of which, there's still blood on the first bite.

... Ah.

I shouldn't have bothered to make a new wound, but I should have given it away from here.

You're an idiot, yourself.

When I looked at the wound again, I felt a tingling pain, but with my mouth closed, I tore the handkerchief removed from the subspace in two and wrapped it tightly around the wound.

Oka-san taught me, compression hemostasis.

"Start."

I sat back on the stone, breathing and starting to concentrate, a few steps away from Eyre.

Eyre stood still for a while palming in front of his chest, but eventually slowly opened his hands to the left and right.

In the space that was in the palm of his hand, the white fire, lit up, swept away in time and wrapped his hands around Eyre.

Eyre commanded that strange fire, which burns with magic for food, to stick forth before each hand.

"Burial."

As the white fire swelled up and drank the four girls, the light exploded like a flash shell had cracked.

I closed my eyes reflexively to that eyelid, and after a while I opened my eyelids and flashed.

The space where the girls were is disappearing as if every stone beneath them had been taken.

How hot was that white fire?

The water from the river poured into its indentation, but evaporated from the tip that touched the muggled ground, and in no time a faint amount of water vapor stood up.

Its water vapour, like a thick mist, keeps sight as it twirls like a creature.

Only Eyre's voice sounded quietly in a white-plugged world.

"The Van Grey Empire is the descendant of those who set themselves apart from God. Therefore I have no word of prayer.

But even if I had, I would not have been able to pray wholeheartedly to the goddess of the West, who did not save you.

I apologize for that first to all of you who were praying to the goddess of light.

You fought bravely, without breaking, in a predicament that stood without your own blame.

As the prince of the kingdom of warriors, I praise your strong hearts and send them with this thought.

Maisie.

Suri.

Besides, two daughters whose names I don't even know.

I wish I could have called you by your name.

Brave daughters, with the sword of a warrior in their hearts.

Go to the quiet underworld without hesitation and sleep in peace.

Your tender souls have been engraved in my memory forever.

A while after Eyre's voice disappeared, a strong wind blew in and the fog was cast out, as if someone had heard the words and nodded.

And when I lifted up my face, and I offered my silence, Eyre narrowed his eyes, and saw what he was seeing in the white potatoes.

Fallen to collapse.