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

Doctor!

Having lost consciousness and fallen Eyre, I crossed “darkness” and returned to the king's capital.

I didn't have the option to go back to regrouza.

The option of relying on heavenly sounds to take you to the royal castle disappeared remembering troublesome and noisy conversations like "seal" and "when you return, you will be killed" and the words of a burial refusing the Goddess of the West Country.

So I decided to look for a doctor in Wangdu, the biggest city I know.

I realize that I'm about to jump straight out of some backstreet shadow.

Eyre's hair and eyes are bright crimson, and the magic of the phantom that is changing the color of his black hair and eyes has disappeared at some point.

How about that?

Both colors are rare in this country, so they stand out.

Calm down.

Take a deep breath.

First, he covered himself and Eyre with the most colored phantom in the Wang capital: brown hair and green eyes.

Then, because the sleeve became chilli and collapsed, I noticed that my left arm with my bracelet was peeling out, and I removed my winter jacket from the subspace.

I wanted to keep this bracelet hidden with something so no one could steal it.

A strange bracelet that devoured my angry “darkness”.

Nice and loving. I'm not willing to let this go.

Retract the body of a heavier eel than you thought, and use “darkness” to support it not to fall out of sight from the outside, while out on the surface.

If I looked around so closely, I knew it was an insecure pleasure district, where I first met Regrouza by helping the captured Laruac.

Anyway, I've crossed the "Darkness” towards the King's Capital, so I'm not sure myself how I got out here, but it's a place I can't say is a good choice.

I thought I should go to a normal boulevard with markets and lodging, and I was about to go back to the back street to cross “Darkness” again, and I said, "Wait! called."

There were no shadows around, so when I turned around to see if it was me, the woman with the black veil hidden her face was holding her hand on the wall nearby, breathing whether she had come running or not.

He said he couldn't see his face because of the blackness.

Oh, my God, I'm one ayashi.

All right, let's get out of here, I thought, and I was just about to back off, and now I'm like, "Please! I want to help him! shouted."

The "person" she shows seems to be about Eyre.

But Eyre is here because I came out here by chance, and no one gave me instructions.

And yet, how could I have waited?

With vigilance bursting, he said, "Aren't you the wrong person?" He asked, "You may think so, as you approach this one. However, please let me introduce you to the doctor."

She looked desperate for some reason, but she didn't seem to be completely invisible around her, and when she was approached. Maybe I dropped back, she immediately stopped her legs and put her hands together in front of her chest.

The voice that says "please," is calm but diligent, the smeared eyes staring at this one are moist, and the hands I have assembled are putting too much effort into losing my blood.

When I do my natural idol sister-in-law, my eyes on people are often tried.

Everywhere they go, they attract the interest of everyone, so even the good guys look like bad guys, and they get all sorted out, and they join the fluttering reverse harem.

Besides, Heavenly Sound himself is basically an innocent, defenseless and well-looked after personality, so it's nearly impossible to assume their malice and read the nuances (though I occasionally spot them by instinct or cane).

As a result, identifying and eliminating such pests was a part of my life.

If we don't get rid of it early, we'll be in a lot of trouble with every heavenly noise in the country.

... Yeah.

This guy, he's a jerk.

The inevitably blinded eye thus decided that she had no harm or malice.

It takes a lot of vigilance, but you can't do anything if you doubt it to your own eyes.

I hope Ayashi doesn't have to run away again.

I didn't even think I was caught up in Eyre's situation this time.

In the meantime, I nodded in my smiley eyes and asked, "Can you take me to the doctor?"

Relax all over your body, nod "yes," and follow me around to guide you.

As she walked, she named herself "Adelaide," the fortune-teller, knocking on the door of a very ordinary private house in the back of the city, which rubbed off the pleasure district.

That's how it came out was Mosha Mosha with all her golden hair and mustaches stretched out, and she was more arrogant than Adelaide, the drunken big man, but when she noticed Eyre, she changed her attitude to sleep like she was half drunk.

Take the unconscious boy out of my arm gently and carry him back, put him on something like a medical table and see how quickly he is, I can tell perfectly well that he has been trapped somewhere before and connected to the chain (although I can tell this because the chain atom remained on my hands and feet and throat).

And he said he didn't seem to have been fed properly and diagnosed him as probably fatigued and malnourished.

I hear that as long as you rest and take good care of them, they are not as serious as life-threatening.

I unconsciously sat down and lay face down by the table where Eyre was laid.

Good.

This child will not die for me.

He talked clearly before he passed out, and he didn't have any major trauma, and he wasn't breathing strangely, so he said it's probably not a life-threatening illness.

Though I thought so, it seemed to collapse at once that I was unexpectedly nervous the moment an adult told me I was a doctor.

Because the four of you who were with this kid, they're dead.

He came to me, unable to move, and said, "If I leave it to Bardeaux, I'll be fine," Adelaide said.

I was even more relieved by the trust I placed in the man who introduced me as a doctor and his voice, which was characterized by gentleness specific to women.

but oops.

I mastered the neighborhood space for shadow telling and explored if there was any danger.

As a result, we found that there was a lot of crap and stuff, but there was no way this house was inhabited by humans other than Baldeau, and that there was something like a drug that we didn't know what to do, but it didn't seem like a lot of weapons.

I don't know what to look for, but I don't have a weapon in the back of the street, and I don't live a lot.

Is that it? Does the drug-like actually make you a cocky weapon?

... not.

For now, let's leave it to them.

"Thank you," he nodded, snapping with a faint voice.

So, when I closed my eyelids to just give me a rest, I fell asleep at some point.

Day 24 of the Other World

When I woke up, there was a blanket with holes.

I tilt my neck, realizing what it was, when I was asleep on the couch that I wanted to, and when I woke up, I found a sleeping eel on the bed placed on the wall across the street and finally understood the situation.

It's Bardo's house, the doctor without the sign that mysterious astrologer Adelaide introduced me to.

Yeah.

There are some things I think are ironic, and some things I want to scratch, but now let's get through it.

The important thing is that we're both alive.

... you're alive, aren't you?

I went away from the couch to the side of Eyre, reaching out and making sure I breathed.

Breathe, I'm breathing.

Ho, and when I sat down perfectly, I noticed it smelled kind of good and I got hungry.

Thanks, I think I woke up with this smell.

Speaking of which, I only had breakfast yesterday.

I was hungry if I recall, so I cleaned my jacket into subspace for now, changed clothes that were missing the left arm part, and left the room.

My body was a little stiff and my feet fluttered because I slept in a cute toco.

This was a tiny house and next door was a follow-up room with no hallway.

I hope so.

In front of a square table in the center of that room, a golden mosha mosha-headed big man sitting on a guinea pig tree chair was sipping trumpets with his mouth on a liquor bottle.

Alcohol from the morning, or this Yami doctor.

Leave it to this guy. I was worried, "Oh, you're awake," she said to the silver-haired beauty, who showed up from the kitchen with a callous foothold. How are you feeling? "He asked me intimately, so I thought I didn't know him." Which is it?, "he tilted his neck.

The beautiful person, who loosely bound the waves and silver hair into one, giggled gently with smiley eyes and replied, "It's Adelaide".

Uh...

Because I couldn't see my face yesterday with a black veil.

I sat across from Bardeaux, prompted to apologize one day, and I got Adelaide's prepared dinner.

It was rustic flavored, barely meaty, full of vegetables, but very tasty.

When I told Adelaide that, she was honestly happy to thank me for the praise, but I looked right next door and spilled that someone was just getting less and less clueless about her cooking arm because she wouldn't taste the dish with all the alcohol.

Bardeaux, who has been criticized for eating in silence around him, is drinking with an acquaintance.

When the woman cooked for me, I thought I'd praise her for now, but of course I didn't say anything.

Nevertheless.

With the mysterious Adelaide, who says she's a silver-haired beauty and a fortune teller.

He's a big blonde mosha mosha and drunk, Yami Doctor Bardo (because there's a medical desk and drugs in the back of a private house without a sign, maybe Yami Doctor... or something).

What does it have to do with the two people who seem to be able to do "Beauty and the Beast" on the ground?

Looks like he cooks well for Bardo, and Adelaide is moving around like he knows where in this house he is without having to ask.

There shouldn't have been any other human beings living in this house but Bardeaux, huh?

I had no idea just watching, so I said, "Lover? I asked him, and Bardo, who finally laughed behind his beard, said," That's what they look like, right?, "he told Adelaide, and the silver-haired beauty turned her cheeks slightly and said," I just know you! I didn't say anything crazy, rest already! "and scolded me.

Why would I be scolded?

I thought so, but I'm a woman too.

One step ahead of becoming a lover, I noticed Adelaide wandering around, wondering how Bardo was doing.

Well, it's just a cane, actually, maybe not.

I mean, the guy with the silver-haired beauty who's a good cook says, "Why here? I feel like asking."

Leaning his neck and looking at Bardeaux, the drunk man, whom the doctor did not see, was still niggling, but he did not try to make fun of Adelaide any more, and you were also feverish yesterday, so he told me to go to sleep today.

Ah.

If you thought your body would flutter, would you have a fever?

You weren't hungry or because you slept in a cute toco.

But still, I didn't catch a cold, and I rarely caught a cold in the original world in the first place.

Is it physical fatigue? Because of stress, mental shock?

... Yeah.

It must be physical fatigue.

There will be no "fever because I'm shocked" in my spirit.

I don't expect that kind of cuteness, so it's just me.

I didn't even want to snag my neck at Otona's circumstances, so I go back to the back room and go by Eyre, being driven away by Adelaide, who still seems a little blushed.

And I was relieved to make sure that the boy was asleep unusually, and when I fell asleep on the couch that I wanted to wrap in a perforated blanket, I was asleep at some point.

Sleeping anywhere in an instant is one of my few stunts.

The bench in the school courtyard, of course, is fine on the tree if it has some thickness (when you find it in the heavenly noise, "What if it falls and you get hurt?!" I get scolded with tears, but it doesn't fall. Yikes?).

That's why Eyre's nursing is entirely at the disposal of the devoted Adelaide.

And I woke up one day, when I slept, and slept again when I had eaten.

Occasionally.

I heard a child running out of the house fussing, someone come on the table and talk to Bardo, and I felt the hands of a gentle woman gently paying for the hair on my cheek.

I don't know how Regrouza's doing right now.

Heavenly Sound, I'm not hurt or anything.

Without getting caught up in Eyre's troubles, I don't know if I can listen to the North...

Blurry, when all sorts of words come to mind, they disappear into the mellow.

A quiet time went by to relax.