The grumpy force makes me scream again, but Abel, who knelt in front of me, gives me a hug and returns to me.
"Wow!? Oh, blood, it's stained with blood! Let me down, please!
The wound on my right leg, which I've been scared to not look at, wasn't enough to say that blood was overflowing, but it was draining quite a bit of blood. Naturally, I'm getting a little wet on Mr. Abel's hands and clothes that held me up.
"Eh, it hurts..."
I saw it and the pain hit me hard. Why do scratches suddenly hurt when you look at them?
But Mr. Abel didn't stop him from going up the abandoned tower fast. They don't even look at me.
The moment I tried to raise my voice even more asking you to wait, I felt like I saw a beast dog tooth roaring in Mr. Abel's mouth.
"If you don't want to piss me off any more, shut up"
He gets angry low and shrinks in an instant.
Oh, I knew you were mad...
I felt my heart gripped with my cold hands.
... you can't possibly not be angry.
'Cause I brought trouble in here.
Take care of those involved in power, which Mr. Abel probably hates the most.
Mr. Abel did say before when he talked about a duel with Prince Aguirresta. "Don't bring me such trouble here," he said.
And I said, of course.
I arrived in Mr. Abel's private room where I was about to be swallowed up by such regrettable emotions that I felt dizzy.
I get dropped off by a chair, and I'm briefly told to stay still and nod. Probably dropping off Mr. Abel's hindsight when he went to get the treatment tools.
Some guest chairs, tea utensils, boxes of sweets, etc. are neatly placed in the dark room, which I brought in and left a little bit.
Look around at them blurry.
I wanted Mr. Abel to have a little fun, and I wanted him to be involved with people and it was something I brought.
Because you asked me to take care of the Warcraft. It's also true that I wanted to rely on them, but I wanted them to get in touch and develop love.
But on the contrary......
More than that, I'm sure Mr. Abel wanted peace. At least, I wouldn't have wanted to risk it in exchange for a little fun.
I wonder what happens now.
I have no idea what Prince Ire wanted to do. I don't know how Gabriella will come out in the future. I can't get my thoughts together.
What if Mr. Abel was associated with the Warcraft and he was rebelled? What if Gabriella or the prince brought people here to push them?... What if Master Ortencia can't even protect him?
- Mr. Abel may not be able to stay here anymore.
That's all that happened tonight, and that was what I caused as a result.
The moment I thought of it, the back of my eyes got so hot, my vision seeped in at once. It's overflowing. That's what runs pathetically.
"What's up!?
When I was stunned that I couldn't even handle my emotions, I heard Mr. Abel coming back.
How pitiful was the face that made me grab and raise it like I panicked? Even the blurred vision showed Mr. Abel's eyebrows pulling over.
What can I say? There's no way I can apologize.
I didn't realize that this was the only place of peace for Mr. Abel, but do you think so?
If I were to say that... would I be able to forgive them?
Where I was about to be caught in such a vortex of thought, my vision was buried in black.
I close my eyes without knowing what happened.
"You are... really, easily understandable"
Words I've been told before are spinning quietly in my ears.
I could smell Mr. Abel and understand that his temperature was coming through and that for the first time Mr. Abel was holding him tight.
"My face is dying of regret. I'm angry, at least not because of what you're thinking."
"... Huh?
I can't swallow well. Then what are you angry about?
"You insult me too much. At least not the kind of person you can't live without being protected by a seven- or eight-year-old."
"Yes, sir"
That's for sure, I guess. I have now calmed Hadi by what seems to be a sedative spell, and I cannot do that to you. Power and smartness, Mr. Abel is way above me.
I can see Mr. Abel's face with his arms loose holding me warmly.
A large hand accompanied my face, tear smudges wiped, and forehead stretched out with tears gently paid.
That's how Mr. Abel, in his clear sight, looked remorseful, rather than angry... one way or another.
"Why didn't you immediately ask for help?... No, on the contrary, you didn't ask for help until the end knowing I was in this tower. Besides, I didn't know you'd even try to avoid carrying it for a hand.... What do you think I am"
"What the..."
When the answer was clear, Mr. Abel felt a little light-hearted.
"If I'm not mistaken, your attitude toward me... seems much like that toward the children."
"Oh, no!
I'm going to say that to the boulder, and no, it may not change much...? I think all the time.
It could certainly have been a mess, as a being that had to be protected.
That's why the idea of asking for help didn't come up at all, too, there is.
"... you'd better be a little more on your own"
On your own?
I've never been told that before, and I get my eyes squeezed. I think you're doing whatever you want.
Seeing my "not sure," Mr. Abel sighed lightly, then apparently remembering the presence of the wound.
Crouching down and starting to take care of the wounds, he said, "I didn't know you were going to let me do so many words... on purpose or something?," he muttered.
I'm not pretending to never know, but do I not know what's so obvious?
They grate their socks, wash their wounds with water, and apply something like disinfectant.
I accidentally groaned. Yes, it hurts.
"Be patient. It's hurting."
"Are you hurting me!?
"It's a joke. I'm just kidding... it hurts so much."
Mr. Abel jokes too...... I thought so, but speaking of which, this guy was surprisingly good-looking.
On your own. On your own.
Think about what you were told. What Mr. Abel says is discretionary. Organize your thoughts.
For now. He was angry, apparently in the sense of "don't treat me like a child".
And even if you're not mad that you brought in trouble.... unconsciously I almost cried there again and my thoughts cloud with tears of relief.
A little Mr. Abel asked me if it hurt, but I shook my neck to the side.
Kind of you, this guy... I think I'm crying again, and I sip my sore nose.
Having seen how pathetic I was, Mr. Abel gave me the answer, looking back on hand to do the handling, but seemingly powerless.
"You must know something about me. So I try to burn this and take care of it on my own. I don't even know if that's gonna be good for me or just sympathy."
"That's all I'm trying to do, and I'm terribly afraid you'll poke me or hate me for being a favor. Your eyes are always exploring my tolerance."
……
It's a picture star. And it's shooting too targeted, and I'm embarrassed to say anything.
But such a gentle and sweet word was thrown at me.
"That's why I'm telling you to be more discreet. I've been thinking too much about my kids. Even if they come so frightened, they have trouble reacting.... Or should I beg you to be my friend?
"Ugh!?
An awesome bomb was thrown and tears pulled in. From Abel's mouth, oh, your friend.
Shocked by the overly adorable word, Mr. Abel rises with a single paragraph of allowances.
And suddenly changed the subject.
"Before this, you said to me," Be nice to yourself so you can be a warcraft. "
- Behind the window behind Mr. Abel, a number of meteor lights draw lines in the darkness.
The sturdy silver hair that I don't think belongs in this world stares at me with bottomless eyes.
Behind it, the meteoroids, the stars who are strenuous, disappear in glow.
The structure was so beautiful that for a moment I felt like I was looking at a painting even out of place.
Mr. Abel is trying to say something decisive to me... maybe he found out intuitively.
Mr. Abel goes on without worrying about me being a little frightened.
"If kindness to you means not spoiling and bothering others, you might be sweet.... so you want to be nice to me?
... Just give me a minute. I'm getting confused.
If it's kindness not to get into trouble, what do you mean?
They say things all at once, and I don't know why.
Seeing me spinning my ill-conceived head in full, Mr. Abel smiled a little for some reason.
"I'm not gonna be nice to you anymore."
I get stiff for a moment on the shock remarks that follow.
but soon I knew what that meant.
Abel says, "It's a pleasure to have you in your own business."
The moment I understood it, the emotions that boiled within me were... joy.
That means that Mr. Abel, at Abel's will, will let him get involved.
So tell yourself, let me get you involved. I guess you're saying you can take care of it.
"Well, then, so will I. I'm not going to be nice to Mr. Abel anymore!
"That's not what I'm saying with a full smile."
Mr Abel, who said so, had a bad grin.
"From now on, I'm your real friend, so I have nothing to hide."
If I promised you here, wouldn't I find out all the mysteries I wanted to know or that or this? Even though I look in anticipation, I get laughed at with my nose.
"Come on, you can't promise that."
"Eh."
Really? and even soggy, I can brush my head a little rampantly.
"I'm not nice. If you want to say it, say it, and if you don't want to say it, I won't say it."
"... eheh"
That's fine then. I guess that means because it's reciprocal. That's a healthy way of thinking.
I'm kind of asexually happy, and I laugh at him.
"Totally. What makes you so happy about stories like this on top of wanting to engage with me...... It's hard for you."
That's what they say and I get my cheeks slammed loose. Even that was strange and laughing again, Mr. Abel grinned bitterly.
Just a few moments until everyone near me stormed the abandoned tower, sensing I wasn't on campus.