Ring Ring

I'm overwhelmed with fever and seeing illusions.

That's what Shiori thought.

He's in this room now, a phantom created by high fever.

"Kra, st......"

Between painful breaths, spin his name.

I don't care if it's an illusion or anything. The moment I saw him in my eyes, Shiori was unexpectedly waking up his upper body with both arms supported.

My head is going to tear me down, but if I lose my mind here, my illusion will disappear. With such fear, Shiori tried desperately to remain conscious.

It's a crust that doesn't keep my eyes open and slight, but its appearance was as perfect as ever. It has a more adult charm than it did three years ago, and it's as tough and beautiful as it was when I saw it on the parade day of a horseback riding match.

He looks like he doesn't question being told he's an excellent sculptural work, but there's also seeping through the inner serenity and kindness of the crust, the manhood and bravery, coloring him like a human being.

Three years ago, he's there, blinded and distraught many times.

In this difficult situation, it may be an illusion, but he's on my side.

My eyeballs got hot and my tears spilled.

The anxiety I had about reuniting with Crust —— whether Crust forgot about this one, or even remembered it would be depressing, because I'm currently in the position of a suspect, and I can only bother to meet Crust myself, or about my fiancée's princess —— all of which, only at this moment, had disappeared from the poetry weave.

Or maybe he didn't disappear, he was left with a bigger wave of joy.

"Crust......!

Using up his remaining strength, Shiori rose out of bed and ran out. Though his legs were soon about to fall to the front, he even used them to jump into the chest of the crust.

"I missed you, all the time......!

It's also silly to hide it now.

The anxiety that he might be embraced and annoyed was in the corner of his mind, but Shiori couldn't afford to be thinking about their feelings right now. Turn your arms around the neck of the tall crust and slip yourself away. If there was a gap between us, I was afraid they'd pull me apart again easily, like they did three years ago.

Shiori called the name of the crust many times to make sure he was there.

The crust remained solidified, being called to name again and again in the voice of a loved one.

Indeed, I saw a book written in the letters of Shiori. So I rushed to this point —— I came with the certainty that Shiori was in this world, but when I actually saw him, it kind of made everything seem like a dream.

He said that his own desire to meet Shiori was so strong that he finally started seeing hallucinations.

Otherwise, this would be too convenient.

I can't believe Shiori said, "I missed you," and she hugged me crying.

This must be an illusion I created.

(But still)

After this illusion disappears, I'm sure you'll taste a mighty void. Even though I knew it, there was only one thing I could do in the crust.

Accepting this happy hallucination.

How can you refuse a poetic weave that cries and follows you? At least not with the mental power of the crust.

"Shiori..."

Hatefully, the crust spilled a hot exhale as she embraced her illusion firmly to the alluring sensation. Her sweet body odor makes her head melt.

Poetry weave, poetry weave, and crust also called the name of their loved ones in their arms, dropping their mouths on their tear-wet eyes, on their cheeks, and persistently.

"Shiori?"

When I realized, she was unconscious and relaxed. The thin arms that had been spinning around my neck until earlier are now stretched down without force.

"What's going on?

Though illusory, the heart of the crust shrunk a lot after seeing how the poetic weave seemed ill. Carefully ask how she is.

Her face is red and upbeat, and her body has heat. Soft arc-drawing brows are distorted by bitterness, and from thinly open red lips there is a hot exhale ——

"... hey, what are you doing!

When I heard Shail's outrageous voice, the crust returned to me hah. He couldn't stand the temptation that Shiori's lips unleashed, and he was dropping his deep mouth there. With his lips blocked, Shiori is making his breathing even rougher.

"What is it all of a sudden? You! Let her go!

He was shown an exciting sight in front of him, and Shile turned bright red and yelled. In an attempt to take back Shiori, he leaps forward and reaches out.

But the action stirred up the wrath of the crust.

The look of poetry knitting in his arms caught a chill at once. Whoever tries to pull Shiori away from himself is all enemies to Crust.

"Don't touch my illusion."

Intimidate with cold eyes and a sharp voice.

Crust didn't pull out the sword he was carrying on his hips. but Shile couldn't move as if that blade had been stuck in his throat.

I've never been so restrained by a crust who was so badly tolerant of Shire, and I'm overwhelmed by that intimidation. Regrettably, Shire did not have the courage to retrieve the poetry weave from the crust of this state.

Off his gaze from Shile, Crust looked carefully indoors, as the wild beast whispered. I was wondering if there were any other 'enemies' trying to take the poetry weave.

A short distance away were two numbers and a young man in private clothes, all staring at this one with a surprised look. The numbers don't move silently with their eyes round, but the privately clothed youth hold their heads whining, "Did you really know him..." or "Absolutely no winning".

Deciding they were not enemies, and moving their gaze again, they discovered a magician they knew well in the dark behind the room.

……

They're trying to distract us from this one and integrate with the wall, but due to his flashness, that wasn't possible at all.

The crust says poetic weave while holding it, pompous.

"Garrell? Why are you here..."

This isn't the kind of place he wants to come, preferring gorgeous places. uncomfortable like finding a bright red bird in a dark deep sea......

Crust looked alternately at Garrell and Poetry Weaving. And find one possibility.

Doc and his heart strike an early bell.

The poetry weave in this arm, if not an illusion--

"Garrell?"

View Garrell for answers. Without having to put everything into words, the savvy magician answered with a good grasp of what Crust wanted to ask.

"... I mean that one. The summoning magic I did two months ago wasn't a complete failure."

Garrell was prepared to curse from the crust, but that was worrying. At least for Crust at this moment, what was important was not to curse Garrell for not realizing that Shiori had come to this world.

"I need a doctor...!

When Crust held up Shiori, he hurried out of the detention room. If she says she's real, not an illusion, then so is her overheated body with this heat. Shiori suffers from reality. Then eliminating it is a top priority for the crust.

But there, once again, Shile got in the way. Because I learned earlier, this time I try to stop Crust in a compelling tone that can't be beat by the title 'Deputy Captain', although I didn't reach out.

"Wait! I won't allow you to take her out on your own. I don't know what kind of relationship you have with her... but don't worry, the doctor calls. That's why she keeps it here. For the first time with a doctor's diagnosis that she needs rest in the hospital room, and permission from His Majesty and our captain, we can get her out of here, the suspect. That's the rule. If you're a knight, follow the rules."

To Shile's words, Crust slowly looked back as he tried to leave the room. In its arms, Shiori remains sober.

"Who do you think I am"

"............ what?

Shail raised one eyebrow. I speak that line a lot, but this is the first time I've heard it from Crust.

"I'm a hero to this country."

"What..."

"It doesn't translate to a knight in the first place. Your Majesty tells me that you will also allow some discretion"

I've never really behaved on my own before, just because I was told. Using your position that way is an abomination to Crust.

But if it's to help Shiori, I'll spend as much as I can on her position as a hero. That's how I felt.

I don't care who despises me. I don't mind losing credibility from the king.

It was more intolerable to keep the high-fever poetry weave locked in this cold, dark room.

"It's my responsibility to get Shiori out of here. I won't let anyone complain."

Crust left Shail saying that and took Poetry Weaving out of the room.