Ring Ring

"De-alerting people's minds and removing pre-construction and lies. There's such magic."

Shile explains to the poetic weave with a question mark on his head.

"Whoever does that will not be able to think deeply about things. You have to work your head to some extent to lie, but you won't be able to do it and you'll only be able to speak for real. Do you think you're going to get what you think out of your mouth..."

"Put that technique on me, you mean?

I guess what Shail thinks, and Shiori listens.

If I say "I didn't do anything," will you believe it's a crime?

"That's right. So if you know that your previous statements are not lies, you can get them out of this room right away."

"Really!?

Unexpectedly embark on yourself.

"Then I want you to do that to me!

"Wow, okay. Bring in the best magicians in the country to increase the accuracy of your technique. But he's disgraced... and I don't know if I can get him here by the end of the day."

"Oh no..."

Shiori became depressed after thinking about spending another night here. In this dark room, even a second passes for a long time.

"Please, I want you to bring me here as soon as possible..."

He held both his hands in front of his chest and, with a voice that seemed to disappear, looked straight into Shire's eyes and pleaded. I want to be released as soon as possible, trying to convey my thoughts like that. It really annoys me to be here.

Shail hardened a lot like he fell in love,

"I'll call you right back"

He took a seat and left the room in a hurry.

And as the word goes, Shail came right back.

When Shiori sits alone in her bed in the room,

"You still stink here!

I heard a bright voice often passing through the hallway outside. Looks like a guy, but the tone is high.

"It's darker, colder and wetter than ever, and you're already the worst. I don't think you should have this gray stone. Why don't you just paint the wall bright red? It gets very bright."

"It'll just get creepy. Looks like he's wet in blood."

To a singing voice, a fed up voice returns. The latter is Shile. The two footsteps approach us step by step.

"Who were you, by the way? I've seen your face before... Was he the one who always had a hot glance at the crust?

"I was just staring!

At the same time as the iron door in the detention room opened, Shile came in screaming hysterically. He has a number of creases between his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows in a grumpy manner.

Shiori, on the other hand, was responding perfectly to the name 'Crust' he had heard. Is Shile acquainted with Crust? I think of it as something like that, but I remember that it won't be anything when I find out.

I can't and I don't want to ask Crust for help. You'll just end up annoying me like him at the gatekeeper, and now that we're back together, we're already...

Shale chewed his back teeth all the way through frustration and encouraged the person behind him to enter the room.

"Come in. This room."

"I don't like it, it's so narrow. I'm gonna catch my breath."

The moment he sees that person speaking in an unholy tone, Shiori circles his eyes.

"Oh, she is, isn't she? A weirdo who wants you to open your heart."

The weirdo. That's him.

Long hair with slightly peeled tips is bright red. Long clothes just worn on the shoulders, clothes layered inside, bows and boots are subtly different shades and materials but everything is red.

The clothes are also embroidered with gold thread and gold buttons, but the whole thing was unified with calm wine red.

There are multiple ornaments on the neck and wrist that make noises that have been hissing since earlier, and on thin fingers for men, a number of rings with large jewels claim themselves.

Shale introduced me to him in a throwing tone, "It's Garrell the Mage".

This guy's the best magician in the country? Shiori stared at the red man in front of her. And think for a moment. I was wondering if he would know the other world--the existence of the Earth.

The sorcerer who did trip Crust seems to be the 'most powerful sorcerer in the world', but I don't know if he's the same person in front of me right now. Because Crust rarely talked about him, and "he" flirted without even calling him by name.

"What a rare face. You look young, but how old are you?

Garrell has been so close to Shiori that he hasn't hesitated to peek into his face. In the meantime, I am blinded by his neutral and beautiful face.

"Er --"

"Oh, I knew it was okay. I didn't have to answer. Anyway, let's hear it after the procedure."

Garrell finished his story to My Pace, sitting right next to Poetry Weaving sitting in bed,

"Shall we just get started then? I want to get this over with and get out of this penitentiary with no air."

and reach this way.

I also agreed with Shiori about the word I wanted to get out of here, but when I had to, I got a little scared of being put to work. Oh, my God, I can only speak for real.

"I knew I liked crusts" or "I can't give up......" and I might cry out loud, "I couldn't forget this one for three years, but I'm such a thin lover to get engaged on my own!" What an outrage to explode and start cursing innocent crusts.

But Garrell attached his stretched hands to her cheeks, not concerned about the poetic weave that butted in.

"Look at me."

I get a little upset when they tell me to whisper in a smooth voice. The distance between my face is so close I can't help but light it up.

"Do you need to touch them? You just have to keep your eyes peeled."

Shile said angrily from the side, so I almost looked back unexpectedly, but I can't move my face because of Garrell's hand.

"I need it. Only if they're cute women. —— Come on, focus."

The first half is directed at Shire, and the second half is directed at Shiori.

"Look me in the eye."

Shile complaining about the bumps —— you fucking magician, whatever -- but Shiori concentrated, as he was told, and gazed at Garrell at close range.

His eyes are as deep red as ruby's, emitting a demonic glow in the dim room. The moment Shiori found herself reflected there, the statue swayed loosely and distorted like a vortex.

Garrell moves his lips just a little and begins to cast a spell in a small voice. To flow, rather.

You're supposed to be chanting up close, but it feels like you can hear it from somewhere far away, and it's comfortable for your ears.

When I realized, the poetry weave in Garrell's eyes had completely disappeared, and the color of his eyes had also turned into a depressed forest-like green. I thought that the green melted thickly, and now it changes to a blue similar to the deep sea. Next thing you know, it's going to suck in black.

The spell was prolonged, forcing the tension of the poetry weave to be lifted. The color of my eyes has changed again at some point. Now cold silver like ice. I'm getting kind of sleepy and my whole body is losing strength. But I won't fall. It feels like only wasted tension falls out. My eyes turned sweet yellow like honey. The spell continues. Fluffy and pleasant. Shiori dropped her eyelids. But it wasn't completely closed. The color of Garrell's eyes burned up like flames, returning to the original red.

That's how I stopped spelling.

……

My head is confused.

But at the same time that the spell became deafening, the fluffy comfort disappeared. Instead, the chills start to bother me even more.

Shiori realized that she was mentally very defenseless. I feel like I'm going to be negative all at once at the second.

For example, if you hear poetically tight words like "Suspect Who Made the Poison" or "Crust Is Engaged," you're going to feel depressed and cry as if you're going to roll down the ramp.

Sounds like reason has gone somewhere that calmly quiets my mind.

At the corner of my head, I also understand the current situation. Oh, you're being manipulated, he said.

But it stinks to think about details. I'm more concerned about the cold than that. I was even frustrated with the small windows for ventilation that were allowing cold winds to break in.

I'm looking at this one with Garrell's slightly bewildered face.

"I'm kind of worried, you know. Even if it's what you wanted from yourself, it's a little too soon to get into surgery. This is a very difficult technique from me... Are you less alert to others, less resistant to opening your mind, or less aware of the horrors of witchcraft? Well, I've never been satisfied with five bodies before."

I say it like I'm seriously surprised.

And I went on like this.

"But well, the surgery is perfectly done, so let's just ask a question. Let's start with the name."

"If it's a name, I've already heard it"

Shile broke in,

"I might be teaching you a pseudonym, right?

and Garrell kicked over. Ask Shiori the question again.

"Can you tell me your name?

…………

Shiori frowned faintly and silently. I won't answer anything after a while.

Garrell says again.

"What's your name?

…………

After all, Shiori answered nothing, and instead she leaned her neck so tightly. Like you don't know what you're talking about.

"Can you tell me your name?

"... sorry, I don't know what you're talking about..."

It was a poetic weave that replied with a blurry voice, but now Garrell and Shire frowned on the answer.

The word that Shiori spoke was Japanese, and they didn't know what it meant.

"What's she saying? What language?

"... Probably the language of her hometown? I don't even know what you're talking about."

Shiori continues to talk loosely in Japanese.

"Excuse me... your words... they sound familiar, and you do know them..."

"What do you mean? Why did you suddenly stop speaking the language of this country?

Shile asks Garrell.

Whether the question was heard or not, Garrell often thought about it and snapped like a soliloquy.

"I thought it was a bit of a compliment, but I still wonder if she hasn't been in this country long. Not familiar enough to unconsciously understand the language of this country and speak it unconsciously?

"What if it is?

Shile asked the question again.

Garrell answers with Shiori pointing at him.

"I guess she was translating it in her head when she spoke the language of this country, when she heard it. That may have been less than a second in time, but I'm pretty sure you're working your head off. But whoever goes through this technique stops thinking in detail. That would stop her from lying... but in her case, how could she not understand these words before?

Shail looks at Garrell, who laughs at the trouble. And when I moved to the side of Shiori, I asked him questions as slowly as possible so as to ask the child questions.

If you don't give me the answer to the denial, there's no point in opening up.

"You made and sold illegal drugs, didn't you? You knew Roche Ghoul was making dangerous abortion pills, didn't you?

Please understand the words properly and answer "no". Shile stared at Shiori as he prayed, but the answer returned was Japanese again.

"I'm sorry...... I don't know what you're talking about. They're asking me some questions... I know that... you know, I don't care, isn't this room too cold?

The noose of Shiori shifted from Shile to Garrell.

"... you're a magician, aren't you? Could you magically put out a flame or something? It's fine with the little one...... please. By the way, when can I get out of here? I want to take a bath and change my clothes...... oh, I'm getting thirsty somehow. I want a warm cocoa."

Shiori kept her mouth shut about what she felt and thought at the time. But it's still all Japanese. It is troublesome to translate and translate into the language of this country.

Garrell sighed.

"You can't. I can't help it. It's no use doing any more."

Quickly, though, he snarls his fingers. Its playful light sound entered the brain from the ears of the poetry weave, clearing neatly through his head.

I blink several times and realize that the technique is completely solved. Deep thoughts are back.

but at the same time face unconvincing facts. I had a solid memory while I was in surgery. It's a hassle to translate, and you talk sloppily in Japanese...

"Also, do it again, please"

My bucker!! and screamed in his heart, begging for an aunt. Now properly in the language of this country.

But Garrell says no lightly.

"Unfortunately, it's the same no matter how many times you do it. Until you can speak the language of this country like a mother tongue."

Squeeze your shoulders like trouble and stand up.

"And I'll give you one more piece of advice, but you better be more alert to others. I can't believe it took so long! It's very dangerous."

"Be careful..."

Shiori squared his back and said to the thrower.

Now liberation has gone far. As usual, we will have to wait for the investigation of the seizures in the store with the mountains to be completed.

But that's where I come up with something.

"Wait a minute!

I hastily pulled Garrell off trying to leave the room and asked him in. —— so that he could do the same to Roche and the murderer's maid.

If you testify that you couldn't, but that Roche "didn't do anything" with the surgery... or if the samurai admits that it was a "mistake" to buy drugs from Roche, wouldn't it clear that you and Roche are guilty of injustice? That's what I thought.

Garrell, who asked for a favor, distorted his face looking troublesome.

"I'm about to have tea."

"Do something there! Please, sir."

"I can't help it. It's kind of pathetic and pathetic of you. Fine, I'll do the trick on both of them."

But Shire advises the joyful poetry weave there. Seems very hard to say.

"But you shouldn't expect much. There have been other attempts at open-hearted interrogation in the past, but there have been no results."

I also agree with Garrell on that word.

"Well. Magic like manipulating people's spirits is difficult with a lot of constraints, even this me. There's a constraint that if you're open to heart surgery, you have to look at each other first... It's much simpler and easier to manipulate flames and winds. Because there is nothing more complex and delicate than a man's heart. I'll give it a shot."

Saying, Garrell has left the room. While ordering Shile to lead us to the Rochettes.

"I'm not one of your men," Shail resented, looking back at Shiori and saying.

"I'm going to go to the Roche Ghouls, so just give me a minute. Probably not going to work..."

And as Shile put it, putting the surgery on the two of us would have been if we had ended up failing.

Later back in Shiori's detention room, according to his story, the samurai refused to take pleasure in closing her eyes firmly. Roche went to jail if he could prove his innocence, but he just groaned and said he didn't say anything.

"Why?"

"It means he's the opposite of you. Be careful, I don't trust others very much. Though I tried to accept open-hearted surgery, my instincts refused to do so. I guess you're resistant to revealing your true intentions to people. I'm very alert."

Roche bucker!!

Hearing Shail's explanation, Shiori shouted again in her heart.