Ring Ring

Shiori, transported by Crust to the infirmary with the syllabus, continued to be fever in the bed of the infirmary behind it.

And Crust got permission from the king and decided to accompany him on that side the whole time.

"...... kla, st"

Shiori surfaces consciousness at times, even though she is floated by fever, her eyes soaked open in tears and calls for a crust.

"Right here. I'm here."

And that's how Crust answers and holds Shiori's hand. That way Shiori breathed in relief,

"Good... not yet... gone, not yet"

I squeal fine and fall asleep again.

(Not gone? Shiori thinks I'm an illusion, too?

At first, as I thought the poetry weave in front of me was an illusion, too?

Krust stared at her painful sleeping face as she held Shiori's hand. I drugged her earlier, but the fever isn't going to go down yet. According to the diagnosis of the syllabus, which has run errands and is now away from the hospital room, if it stays at rest, it will not get any worse.

"You're a terrible man."

Nor did the crust look back, even to the voices heard abruptly from behind. Because I quickly realized that the Lord of the Voice was Garrell, and most importantly, I wasted no time taking my eyes off the poetry weave.

I haven't seen her in three years. The crust was now making up for three years of 'lack of poetry weaving' with his eyes for now.

The truth is that it is the mountains that want to hug and kiss her body and make up for everything else, but it is a crime to do it without her permission. Reason for staying that way remains.

"There you are."

Krust said to Garrell, who would be behind him, staring at the bed's poetry weave.

Garrell answers as if he was frightened.

"I was there. It's been quite a while."

"... why am I terrible?

"'Cause you've been laughing at the smell of fever."

For the first time since that was said, Crust turned his attention to his expression. It does seem to have loose cheeks and raised corners of mouth. Even though the poetry weave in front of me says I feel very hard for the fever.

Crust raised his face consciously.

"I wasn't laughing when I saw Shiori in pain."

"I know. I guess you can't wait to see her here, huh?

Garrell shrugged his shoulder and said.

The crust honestly admits it.

"That's right.... Right. What I've been dreaming about scattered over the last three years is happening in real life now. Shiori is in my world. I can't help but be happy about that."

Of course it hurts my heart that Shiori is suffering from fever.

"And..."

Crust shrugged, but didn't put the rest of it into words.

—— Besides, Shiori is asking for me.

I was more than happy with that for the crust.

"Kra, st......"

Called his name with a faint voice, Crust regained his consciousness hah. He didn't wake up because Shiori's eyelids remain closed.

That's bedtime.

With Shiori's hand in his hand, Crust sparkled his eyes as touched and looked back at Garrell.

"Did you just hear that? Shiori called my name in her bedtime."

The look on Crust's face has collapsed again so that it can't be contained.

It's already loose.

Garrell raised a slight eyebrow. I knew how Crust felt, but I still doubt my eyes. Crust didn't even look like this when he was promoted to Kingsguard Knight of the King, when he crusaded the demons, and when he was greeted with praise and respect by the people in the triumphal parade that followed.

That's what I think people say in one bedtime.

But Garrell was happy with his change like that. This one makes me smile unexpectedly.

Garrell is called a ”genius” by his surroundings as well as himself, and in a sense he certifies to each other about Crust, who is a lonely being. I'm glad myself that the crust seems happy.

It is no exaggeration to say that Garrell summoned Shiori over here because he wanted to see this face of his.

On the other hand, though, Garrell feels sorry when he sees the poetry weave repeatedly breathing spicidly rough. I haven't been able to notice it for about two months while I've been summoning her, and it hurts my chest to wonder how hard she struggled during that time.

Two months ago, I thought the summons had failed, and I want to take a cup of warm tea from myself, whining, "It's a shame," etc., but gracefully enjoying teatime. It's not like I'm drinking tea.

Garrell says it's pompous.

"You've done something really bad to her. That's right. Even I reflect --"

The words broke off unnaturally.

"............... what are you doing?

Because I was distracted by the eccentricity of the crust in my eyes.

Gong, gong and dull sounds echo into the hospital room.

Crust was punching his own head against the wall.

"Don't, I'm scared, what's wrong with you"

Garrell asks as he leaks the truth. It was the first time in my life that I had pulled someone else with my bizarre - bizarre costumes and remarks - although I was aware that there were mountains of them.... No, it's the second time against the crust. I actually pulled some clothes from Shiori when I was saving them in the safe.

The crust slowly turned around and answered.

"If I hadn't felt the pain, I'd really burn my face"

And, Crust looked at the poetry weave on the bed and covered his mouth with one hand. so as to hide the burning on.

"I hate myself when Shiori suffers from fever, but the reunion makes me happy and laugh"

"... No, you can be honest. Siori will forgive you."

Garrell comforted him by saying it appropriately. I want you to stop punching me in the head for now.

But Crust doesn't stop blaming himself. Now he looks bitter and bites his back teeth.

"I don't deserve to be reunited. I can easily imagine what a hard time Shiori has had in this world while I was swallowing and living my normal life… that she was captured in prison just now"

Saying, the crust creased all the way between his brows.

"I want to kill myself two months ago. I didn't realize that Shiori had come to this world, to be stupid and dull."

"Stop it. All the words you blame yourself for sticking at me just like that!

Garrell happens to say, reopen.

"Hee-hee, it's my fault, already! I summoned Siori on my own and assumed that I had failed on my own! You must be really mad at me, too, huh? You can blame me. It's all because of me, calling out Siori without asking your opinion."

From the moment they reunited, Garrell was always on guard as to when Crust's angry spearhead would turn this way.

Why didn't you notice Shiori's summons for two months! Because I am aware that I have no choice but to be familiar with it.

Crust shook his head loosely at Garrell, who frowned badly.

"Since I've been dragging on Shiori forever, you thought you'd summon her over here, didn't you? I can't blame you for what you've done for me. It was my fault for being so unconcerned. I was going to behave normally, but Garrell found out how depressing I was away from Shiori."

That's what I say, I laugh to shame myself.

"What are you..."

Garrell sighed.

"... you're a good boy. It hasn't changed since I was a child."

The crust has been like this since I was little. That's why I want to support you.

I wish I could accomplish my love with Shiori.

But it might not even be necessary for Garrell to bake his care. Because ——

After a moment of silence, Garrell shrugged when he saw the sleeping poetry weave.

"She likes you too."

Crust answered the words by opening his eyes wide.

"What, suddenly..."

"I was wondering what I would do if it was your one-way street. If that's all you think about all the way out there and they shake you lightly, it's too pathetic. But to see the reaction at reunion, Siori likes you, no doubt. Well, I'm neglectful of people's minds, but I just don't hold them passionately like that to anyone I know, do I?

Garrell, who regained his normal condition and spoke out to rap.

Following that presumption, Crust looked harsh. They made me look scared the other way because I desperately pressed and held my cheeks were about to loosen.

But no matter how calm I tried to pretend, my eyes glowing in anticipation had told me everything.

"... you think so?

Garrell nods at carefully spilled words.

"You can tell by looking at her now. Calling you in your sleep, or sleeping safely when you're on your side."

"That's... just because I'm” acquainted, "isn't it? Not” because I like it ”. I'm the only one she can count on in this world."

"I don't think that's all. Why don't you let me try to open your heart? I thought you liked me. [M] When you do, you only speak Nihon, but you'd know how she answered, wouldn't you? But I don't think it's going to be necessary. Absolutely. Siori likes you."

"You don't have to do any surgery...!

The crust said a little absurd about his voice, but his face is reddish with joy. And when I covered my face with my own two hands to hide it, I started to bump and whine alone, like, "Well... does Garrell think so, too," or, "Is that even if you look objectively at me from someone else," or, "Wasn't it my mistake..."

It is a diagram of a boy all the way who can't wait to see that it may be both thoughts.

Garrell tries to wrap up the story, thinking it's a sight he doesn't want to show to young and old men who admire the heroic crust.

"Ma, if Siori recovers, do whatever it takes to confess, propose, and just be happy. You seemed completely useless in Nihon, so I suggest you both live here. As I said before, you can't send a” hero "to Nihon if it's easy. If Siori wants to fall in love with the original world, you just have to let her come home as long as she wants. Of course I work with magic. [M] I'm responsible for that. It's hard to move people I don't know, but I'm already seeing Siori and seeing her, so it's not hard to succeed in summoning magic. It improves the accuracy of the procedure, and it won't fail to shift the landing position, as it did two months ago. If I could ever go back to Nihon, I guess Siori would have less resistance to living in this world."

Hearing that hard spinning, slightly higher singing voice for a man, Crust put his hands off his face. Those cheeks are still upbeat with joy and somewhere colorful.

He held the sleeping poetry weave's hand strong and cemented his resolve. I didn't have to tell Garrell, I was going to pass on my thoughts.

I've been thinking about Shiori since I was in Japan, but I couldn't even make my own money there, and the sword didn't help me, and I felt sorry for myself as a man, so I didn't have the courage to confess.

Doesn't whispering love while living a life of reliance on Shiori sound like selling festivities? I also had such anxiety.

But in this world, I can honestly convey my thoughts. I also have the confidence that I can protect Shiori and that I can be happy.

"Shiori, get better soon..."

And if I may, I want you to accept this thought.

But two days later, when he was asleep, Shiori, who was so thirsty for the crust, began to try to avoid the crust for some reason as he recovered.