... What are you talking about that blood can't be contested?
"Be impotent. You didn't think I'd be captured for putting on such a camouflage, assuming I was a malicious one? If I hit him worse, he could have been killed. There won't be any ex-girlfriends."
"Uh..."
"You're really reckless."
I laugh so that Mr. Abel can't keep his elbows on the table.
That's how he was mysteriously ugly, Mr. Abel, but the face that wiped the tears of his eyes was a frightened, serious, unspeakable face.
"I can't really take my eyes off it. I'm dying as soon as I leave you alone."
"Uh..."
"Please, make sure you never were dead at some point"
"... do you want to be good?
Of course, I am not willing to die, but in the previous life, "it was a momentum that died at some point, so I don't think I can be very sure.
I thought or worried you'd get mad at me for that (?) Abel said "So" when she was clapped out even though she was.
"I thought you stayed because you wanted to hear something."
"Oh, yes."
Speaking of which, I switch consciousness that it was.
I was tempted to come up with a heavy topic, but I couldn't help it.
"I'd like to ask you about your spell when you stopped my magic storm."
"... oh, that one"
At that time, Mr. Abel uttered words like counterspells.
In a duel between Prince Aguiresta and me, a spell like I used. I mean a spell that interferes with their magic.
"Fortunately, summer snow, short winter nights.
I think if I were to decipher it, it would be "bless the impossible".
It's a spell that contains a pretty strong word.
"That... is a very difficult story to hear. If you knew the spell to quell the outburst, you wondered why Abel had herself gone wild.
Did you simply not know, or did you forget, or did it not work?
It's such a delicate topic that I'm afraid to ask, but it's also something I can't ask as if I've been through a rampage.
That was so frightening, but Mr. Abel answered the flat.
"That was based on a lullaby passed down to the territory. I didn't know it as a counterspell from the beginning."
"Is that a lullaby?
When I asked back, Mr. Abel nodded.
"It seems I've been in a state of mostly sleepwalking for some time since the" incident ”. Dr. Davide was writing down that he was occasionally whining by that time, and he discovered that it had a magical effect on it that would stabilize his spirit"
I follow the word that I was a sleepwalker.
... Mr. Abel said he lost his parents in an accident he had caused.
What a painful story that Mr. Abel was speaking of a lullaby sung by his parents in his dreams shortly after the accident.
"A spell in the first place is one that solidifies itself by making it oriented towards words that are easy to put magic on. Short or long spells used in the same sorcery by some people are the difference in effort...... that is, the difference in power and talent to imagine. You'll see."
I nod when I'm told.
The magic of pronunciation in this world does not mean, for example, that if you say "fire," there will be fire.
The unskilled require longer and more specific spells, and conversely, the skilled can activate magic imagined even in short words.
The only exceptions that do not require such proficiency are magic formations, as well as witchcraft and tarots using Arheo characters.
With that said, Mr. Abel had a slightly self-derisive grin.
"If I'd known sooner, I probably wouldn't have had such a case. But I can't help it."
……
"Don't look like that"
Close your eyes slowly, and open them.
Mr. Abel looked serious when he saw me.
"That's when I saw all sorts of hallucinations. To the unknown warcraft flying around in disorder, blooming polar-colored flowers...... singing, crying strangers. And the use of heaven and the devil of the earth, even to a difficult being like a glowing goddess... flirting with them, swinging, when I realized the reality was over"
─ ─ This is about the hill incident, that is, when Mr. Abel ran wild.
Unexpectedly spoken. Surprised by that.
"I remembered that hallucination and the scenery of the incident many times after that. Whether you're awake, asleep, or while you're dreaming. Every time, I was unconsciously looking for help with my parents' lullabies that I killed."
"Lullaby..."
"I wanted to sleep.... No, maybe he wanted to die. You said you wanted to be soaked in peace when you didn't know anything..."
It's unimaginable emotion.
How much guilt, regret and loneliness was there.
"... it's too late for me anyway, but you may need it"
Mr. Abel stretched his spine.
"You're on a big rampage once. I don't really know if I can use it properly when the confusion is extreme... but if you still want, I'll tell you the full story of the song and spell"
If you say so, there's no reason to refuse.
"Please!
Thus I was taught a lullaby and a spell that would pass on to Mr. Abel's territory.