Ring Ring

The first thing I noticed about Shiori's anomaly was his turn to carry breakfast. He reported to Shire after seeing how Shiori continued to breathe painfully while lying on the bed.

"Siori!

So Shail came in a great panic.

His voice echoed on his head as he jumped into the room, and the poetry weave dwarfed on the bed.

The fever remains as high as ever, with helpless fatigue and disgust dominating the whole body.

"Are you all right!?

Please, I want you to drop the volume of your voice. With that in mind, Shiori nodded open her moist eyes. Shile is kneeling on the floor in front of him and is eager to see how Poetry Weaves is feeling.

A hand that had been stretched out in such a way as fear...... opened the forehead of the poetry weave and touched my forehead directly. There's no reason to have a fever, but for some reason my face is red to the shale.

"That's a terrible fever."

Even as I blushed my cheeks, Shile said with a strange look.

"... maybe, um... a cold..."

Not so much sore throat, but the faint voice of the poetry weave was a little drier than usual.

"Cold..."

Even after taking the temperature, Shile's hand does not attempt to move from above the forehead of the poetic weave. Turn away and shake that hand off. I don't have the energy either, so I'll leave it there, but his hands are so hot that it's probably also really a fever, that we were a little uncomfortable with each other's overheating. If they touched me with cold hands, I'm sure it would have felt good.

"I'll call a doctor, I'll see you and get some medicine"

Shiori was half horny and half discouraged by Shile's words.

I'm glad you called a doctor, but he still can't get out of this cold detention room. I was hoping that I could move to a warmer hospital room, but since the charges laid against Shiori have not yet been completely cleared, I wonder what else I can do?

"Hey, get me Dr. Syllabus"

Shail looked back and gave instructions to the number he had withheld in the corner of the room. The number immediately moved to action, but I tried to get out of the door to the hallway and stopped perfectly.

He was distracted by someone coming this way from the end of the hallway.

"Hey, I have trouble getting in without permission......!

"Okay, don't be hard on me. Hey, you."

"Huh? Yeah... no, yeah... whatever in my position..."

There are three voices.

Probably the first troubled voice is another number one from being here. And two more voices, Shiori sounded familiar.

It's Garrell, the red-haired sorcerer, and him, the gatekeeper.

The faces that came into the detention room after losing so much were the same people as Shiori expected.

As Shail creased between his eyebrows, he stood up and questioned his number.

"Hey, what are you doing"

"Also, I'm sorry. If I had stopped him at the entrance saying he wanted to see the suspect..."

He seems to be the gatekeeper. The number shifts his gaze to him once and then immediately back to Garrell.

"I was able to come to Master Garrell later, and the two of us swung through this stop and went inside on our own..."

Shile looked as grumpy as he wanted, but didn't blame him any more. It's more impossible to tell Garrell to stop his pride.

When Shiori asked him how he was doing properly, Garrell was grand that he had not done anything wrong, but the gatekeeper seemed to be aware that he was doing something wrong, and he seemed a little smaller to be sorry. Garrell's momentum pushed him, and he followed me in. I'm in private clothes, so is it off duty today?

"Mage Garrell. I don't remember calling you here today, do I? Whether you're the best magician in the country or not, you don't have any trouble being liked. Besides... did you say Parker was here before? You haven't punished me yet? What the hell do you want?"

The gatekeeper shook up at Shile, who preached with a harsh shoe ringing.

"Shh, excuse me! But my life here will be difficult, and I was worried that she might be in a lot of trouble... oh, I wish I could help!

"Shut up, shut up. Don't be loud."

Ask me what it's for, this trick. But the gatekeeper, who seems to be afraid of Shile, chucked in his mouth fast.

Shiori thanked the gatekeeper for his care, even though he was floated by fever. He's a really good guy.

"Yes, but..."

Thanking him with a faint voice, the gatekeeper's attention shifted from Shile to Shiori. So I finally notice how Shiori looks ill and look upset.

Garrell also looked at this one and looked rugged and opened his eyes.

"... I don't think so, are you ill?

For some reason Garrell didn't seem to want to believe it. If Shiori isn't feeling well, it seems inconvenient to him. He looks a little bumpy, he looks caught up.

Shail was surprised by the unusual look on the part of the sorcerer, while he ate at him for asking questions he could see.

"If you find that out, let's get the hell out of here."

But Garrell ignored Shile's words and once came to the back of the room.

"Can you get up? Let's get out of here. Take care of it in my room."

Shile stops running over at Garrell trying to reach for the poetry weave he's lying on.

"You think we're leaving here? Do what you have to do! She's mine... not mine, we need to keep her out of the sight of our Fourth Squad! We're not completely charged yet!

To the yelling Shire, Shiori glanced at him again. Please, in front of the sick, give me the volume of your voice...

Shire's anger, which shook up the irrelevant gatekeeper and number behind him, hasn't worked perfectly on Garrell either, he seems.

I'll talk to the child who had the eclampsia. Like an adult, I'll talk to him slowly if I do.

"Wow, I got it. You don't have to yell so much, do you? Then I'll be responsible for clearing the charges against her. So I'll take her."

"Hey! What is' so '! Nothing's connected!

Garrell trying to wake up Shiori's body and Shile's offense to stop it continues. Shiori endured the shouts of Shire echoing in her head, while being yummy. Please, give me the volume of your voice (third time)......

Garrell replied without evil.

"You're connected. I'm the best magician in the world, and I'm proving her innocence, so her innocence is already a matter of decision. So there's no problem getting her out of here. Wouldn't you?

"No, there's a big problem. Rather than let her out and then prove her innocence, prove her innocence first. Mostly now my men are in the process of doing the work. Even without bothering Mage Garrell's hand, her charges will be cleared in a few moments!

"Then it's too late!

Finally, even Garrell raised his voice. Shiori has already decided to endure in silence.

"You can't leave her alone knowing the circumstances in which she was placed."

To that extent, the later words continued to be bumpy as if to speak to themselves.

"... I'm responsible, too, and number one, what happens if Crust finds out about this situation of hers. If we don't improve the situation at all before he finds us... move to a better room and make us feel better..."

Garrell's little whine did not reach the ears of Poetry Weaving or Shile.

"I'll let Crust know from then on."

In fact, Garrell was aware that Shiori was Crust's "You in the Other World". Even so, it was this morning that I realized.

Since yesterday, when she opened her heart to Shiori, Garrell has been somewhat concerned about her. At first, he was interested in Shiori's native language —— Garrell had lived a long time and visited various countries around the world, but because Shiori's language was such a completely new language that he had never even heard of it -- he was blurry to wonder where he was from.

By the way, Crast didn't tell Garrell about "You in the Other World," except by name, even though he talked about Earth or Japan. I don't know if Garrell was wary of anything good based on that information, or if he wanted to keep the information about Shiori solely his own.

But with that circumstance, Garrell couldn't tell that she was' you in the other world 'just because of the appearance of Shiori.

Both scorched tea eyes and dark hair are not particularly unusual shades in this world, and many exotic people come to earn their living in Wang Du.

Garrell was so free last night that he was sipping tea in the burning warm room of the fireplace and giving thought to where Shiori came from.

Her language does not belong to the neighbouring countries, nor to the major powers in the world. Then, how come you came from the land of the border?

(... hmm? Are you from the border?

So for some reason, I remembered her hair I used when I was trying to summon you from the other world. She had long, glossy dark hair, not even straight hair, but she had little habit. And her hair, which was in the holding room, resembled that...

However, it is not possible to judge two people as the same person with one hair. Garrell caught Shile's men at work this morning to show him his poetry book, where he was finally convinced.

—— Siori from Nihon.

She is the 'You in the Other World' pursued by Crust.

That's how Garrell came to this holding cell again. To fulfill my responsibility to protect Shiori, and to avoid the wrath of the crust at all.

Shiori is now involved in a major incident called 'Attempted Assassination of the Side Queen and Her Belly Prince' and is being treated as a suspect and imprisoned in prison. Besides, I'm sick and high fever because of it, and I'm in the middle of suffering.

It was horrible, no matter how many garrels, such as making the poetic weave of this pathetic situation look like a crust.

Plus, of course, I feel guilty. What kind of hard work has Shiori ever had in coming to this world without knowing why?

Garrell was on my side until I let him see Crust, and I was supposed to explain the situation to him first.

"Come on, let's go to my room. Because it's warm, and there's a softer bed."

Garrell tried to hold up Shiori, but couldn't lift her quietly.

Originally, it is a garrel with no arm strength. After all, it was best to rely on witchcraft, and I decided to turn down the poetry weave and carry it.

Bad for the crust, but let's have the reunion delayed a little longer until the poetry weave is well.

As Shile continues to obstruct, Garrell points his magical fingertips at the bed's poetry weave.

But at that moment ——

"... Shiori?

Suddenly, someone's whining leaked.

Looking back, one man stood flashly in front of the door to the detention room that remained open. You've been running this far. Your hair is a little messy, but without worrying about it, you're staring at her lying on the bed with your eyes open.

Garrell lay down his long eyelashes as he gave up.

(Oh, they found me)