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

The Twenty-fifth Day of the Other World

Dawn.

You're having a bad dream, or you woke up with a low, beastly noise of Eyre being done with a sad face.

It looks pretty painful, so I call my name that I should wake this up and try to shake my shoulder repeatedly, but it doesn't work.

Hearing my voice, he said, "What's up?" Bardeaux came to the room, so I explained the situation, and he instructed me to "even shake his hand" and go somewhere.

I see.

Sure, that's about all I can do.

As I was instructed because I was convinced, I took Eyre's hand, which was grabbing the blanket so much that his fingertips were white, and I tried to wrap it around him with a voice saying, "Daijbu."

I faced the danger of being squeezed by my own hand.

It hurts, doesn't it?!

I rushed to protect my hands with "darkness," but the shape of my thin fingers seemed to bruise.

... eel.

I can't talk about humans, either.

What are you?

No matter, no answer to that question.

I'm kind of desperate to grab it, so I sighed with my hands open to my tiny fingers as I defended myself with "darkness," ha-ha.

Something's wrong. I brought him in.

I have a distant eye, and a returning baldeau handed me a wet towel.

I'm going to bed again, so if you're sweaty, wipe him off.

And I really went straight back to sleep.

Ah.

No more problems.

I wipe the sweat that floats on my forehead, and I explore my dreams - nah, but I didn't have a clue because I was about to close my mouth exactly, and I had no idea.

There is nothing else to do, so I admire the miserably distorted and pitiful beauty with my eyes that are becoming as well visible in the dark as in the day.

You think they were cutting magic to the extreme, sealed, and when you get home looking like this, they're gonna kill you?

It's a nasty catamari called "Prince of the Northern Empire," but he's just an unreliable little kid who can't even wake up.

The grip was out of order, but Lar Arc was about to be exposed to mouth rings, even with fangs and nails.

If I throw it out to such an insecure country, I feel like I've been exposed to it for less than three minutes.

Heavenly sounds were just walking around catching a freak with a face, and beauty is a loss sometimes.

... hmm.

Does throwing Eyre out here mean leaving a little kid behind knowing he's going to be taken?

How about that?

That's not going to be forgiven by the instincts attached to you.

Oh, uh...

Something, the more I think about it, the more trouble I'm going to have to get into.

Do I even have to go out with Toko to unseal it?

He said, "I want to help him," and I was wondering if you could leave it with the mysterious fortune teller?

I'd like to go back to Lausandola and explore Legruza's trends and the aftermath of the black robe guy who hurt me halfway through.

In the meantime, we'll talk when Eyre wakes up.

With that in mind, okay, okay, okay. Hold your head or hold your hand, it's safe here. Okay, okay. When I was talking in a tiny voice, Eyre stopped doing it for a while.

There was a wrinkle between my eyebrows, which is also a lot loose.

But when I pulled out my hand to see if it was enough, they did it again.

Is it because of my illness that I miss people?

Bardeaux is asleep, and Adelaide doesn't live here (and he rents a room with a little better security toco), so I can't help it.

I'll lend you a hand.

... I want you to stop trying to grip me, huh?

That's how I took the blanket I had unleashed on the couch and sat by Eyre's sleeping bed.

Speaking of which.

I was hippo when Eyre was calm, so I took a look at the scratches on the three fingertips that were allowances at some point.

The wound Aida told me and wore with a dagger had disappeared without a trace, and the wound bitten by Eyre and the scratch she had done herself was in a nagging pink circle and line.

Is that it? What about scabs?

I was plainly depressed by the feeling that the recent out-of-the-world plethora was showing off on my ability to heal the difference I had made when I was in the original world.

I thought my body wouldn't change, but he was improving his healing ability for injuries.

I feel like they're invading the human part with the jellyfish.

After dawn.

At some point he was grumpy, and when he woke up with the smell of a delicious dish, Eyre opened his eyelids, which went low after a while.

My throat looked dry, so I went to get some water and then reported to Adelaide, who was cooking in the kitchen.

Adelaide said, "Oh... Good," he tears, but when he returns to me all the time, he says, "Don't! This may not be enough...!" I started cooking again, so I went back to Eyre with just water (Bardeaux was snoring on the table and sleeping, so I left him).

"How's it going?

When asked for water, Eyre responded instantly.

"I'm hungry.

Yeah, let's do it.

I nodded and Eyre asked.

"Rio, where am I?

"A doctor's house without a sign, introduced to me by a mysterious fortune-teller who wants to help Eyre. The doctor's name was Bardo, and he saw you. Oi's name is Adelaide and he has been treating you all day sleeping yesterday. This is the third day of the second night, by the way.

With this explanation, which I think is full of scratches as I say it myself, Eyre nodded lightly.

"Right. Then I have to thank both of them.

You haven't thought about it or are you nostalgic?

I don't know, I thought, "I want something to eat," so I moved to the next room with the table for now.

"I can't walk yet," I said, holding a grand eal.

Adelaide seems busy arranging a lot of cooking, and Bardeaux is still asleep, so there's no choice.

Of course, there was no way I could carry it entirely on my own, so I used cosoli and "darkness”.

While secretly impressed by what a convenient force it is, be careful not to let anyone find out.

... I feel like Eyre has foresight.

I won't say anything, for now, no.

"Your Highness."

That's how I took Eyre to the next room, and Adelaide, who was arranging the dishes at the table, gently fell on one knee and drowned her head.

... I just said something before I bowed my head.

Eal, grated to the chair, looked down at Adelaide and laughed.

"Give me your face.

As they say, stare at Adelaide, who gave her face in silence, deepening her grin.

"You're the daughter of the Star Reading Witch. Very similar.

"Yes. My name is Adelaide.

"Is Luchery and Gawayne a breath disaster?

"My mother died of illness three years ago, and my father died of an accident at work two years ago. I followed my mother who had left a will to foresee His Highness's predicament and help her before she died, and came here about a year ago.

"... well. Luchery owed me his life, didn't she?

Speaking of which, your mother was a warrior who looked like a beautiful witch.

Eyre says with a grieving eye that seems to hang on to him.

"Say thank you. Thank you, Adelaide.

"... yes. It is a waste of time for me, but I know that I would like you to pass it on to the parents of the Underworld.

"Oh. Please.

It was complete for both of us, and I leaned my neck.

I don't know why.

But I also have trouble asking questions and getting into Eyre's situation more and more.

From the experience of giving priority to curiosity and carrying ironic troubles, should we stay through here? If I thought so, Eyre looked at me and said:

"Rio. Adelaide is the daughter of Luchery, the 'Star Reading Witch' I helped about twenty years ago.

After a nodding glance, Adelaide nodded yes and started talking.

"Twenty years ago, my mother, the 'Star Reading Witch' Luchery, was seen by the Second Prince of the Van Grey Empire and asked to become a sideroom.

But at the time, my mother, who had already made up her mind, refused to do so.

There was an old promise that The Star Reading Witch, the only one capable of foreseeing the future, should never be bound, so I was wondering if that would be the end of the story.

But the Second Prince broke that promise to capture my mother, and I tried to anger her and kill her, not trying to be my own, no matter what.

It was this one, His Highness, Eervareed, who helped me there.

Not only did His Highness help my mother, but he took it with Gawayne, the father of the dragon cavalry my mother was in love with at the time, and let her flee the country.

The two lived in peace, in a tiny city, in a corner of the kingdom of Igzex beyond the reach of the Empire, hiding their identity.

It didn't last long...

Still, I am the proof that my parents lived happily ever after.

I grew up hearing so much from my parents that His Highness owed me a debt of gratitude that I couldn't even return my life.

I do not have it for my mother, but I inherit the power of the Star Reading Witch, so I wonder how useful it could be.

Please, tell me what it is.

The old story ended with Adelaide bowing his head to Eyre again.

The boy sighed.

"Stop it, Adelaide.... First, sit down normally.

I say pale to Adelaide, who sat on the chair with a nervous face.

"Born and raised in the kingdom of Iglesex, where there is no kingdom with the Empire, you know, but the Van Grey Empire hasn't changed anything since Luchery was about to be killed. The Second Prince is still alive, and he is after my life. Your involvement in me, very similar to Luchery, is not a good idea.

"After all, the Second Prince gave His Royal Highness's life...?!

"Rio helped me get things done. I have nothing to show you.... this time, that was too much. I will surely regret my good fortune.

For a moment, the eyes are filled with fierce light, and the swordswallowing atmosphere freezes on the spine.

... this. Even when you look like a child, you're the one who doesn't want to turn to your enemies.

Noticing a breathless Adelaide, Eyre quenched her killing temper in a way she was used to.

Smile gently and continue the words.

"You owe me back a fortune. Sooner or later, when you are greeted by heavenly destiny, you can tell your parents who sleep in the underworld, with your breasts up.

Yes, Adelaide slowly dropped her shoulder as she told her to snap.

Does she know (surprisingly pure, and you don't) that a moist beauty indiscriminately exerts the power to mentally catch up around her?

Eyre also lowered her eyebrows just in trouble, but when she saw me listening to the interaction in silence, she looked like a child who had come up with a fuss.

Hmm...?

I'm having a chill right now.

"Adelaide. If you're not convinced by that, do me one favor.

"Yes! If that's what I can do, take it!

To Adelaide, who gained momentum and nodded, Eyre grinned and said.

"Help me dictate Rio.

... what?

Adelaide and my eyes dotted.