It's been two weeks since Ars and Loki were brought in. It would be about 13 days and 15 hours, to be exact.

Currently at the headquarters of Balmes, magicians from all over the country assumed that role instead until they regained their original functions. The threat has left. First, the single magician and senior officials of the national representatives have left the magician they brought with them to return to their country.

That's because you can't even look at your own country in case you want to.

Countermeasures meetings by the Governors and Heads of State are currently being held early and are scheduled to take place on a regular basis. When it comes to making up your mind as soon as possible, it's about what to do with Balmes' defense. This lies in the fact that the high-ranking magician of Balmes, even with low defensive abilities, has almost died in the line of duty.

The immediate move in the direction of sending magicians from all countries by unanimity would have been due to the fact that the Führer and others had concluded at least the same.

The march does not include a single magician, instead it is agreed to incorporate a few double-digit magicians to maintain a certain standard. For the time being, we were to defend ourselves thoroughly.

Hortal, the Führer, is the departure of the Führer and the destruction of the succession rights of the next Führer of the blood clan. The ruling was decided by the Heads of State. Governor Gagareed can be hung up on a military trial, but Alpha's rooting will spare him his sentence. I can't until I get back, but enough to spend the rest of my life on the border.

The area is listed as a candidate because the royal family of the former Lome country is migrating to the Fuhrer's cauldron. It is decided by the old lady general, who was visible on the side of Balmes at the convocation of the Seven Kingdoms Magic Goodwill Games. Originally the Governor had the power to decide, but this time it could be said to be unusual. Choosing the Führer from his bloodline is also to avoid confusion. This time it is a measure because it was seen to take time to appoint its head.

It was only a short time before the decision was announced at the headquarters in Balmes.

Viceroy Nilchine Quador, who has been in the military for thirty years, is plugged into her mid-fifties as well. There is a high level of popularity within the army and a high call as a moderate. He is also a righteous aristocrat. Gagarid, not her, was chosen by the Governor because he simply had no ambition.

Until a new system is established, national armies will be stationed.

Ars was the only single magician left at Balmes headquarters right now. It's because he still hasn't woken up and because he can't move.

Because at the behest of the Virgin Nexoris, the magic formula to stabilize Ars' immense magic can only be engraved on her. Regardless, magic does not activate on its own because there are no operators. But this magic ceremony is different, perhaps it is a different kind.

So long as it's magical, like a trap, it activates automatically.

Can be called magic is a magic formula that reacts by the magic concentration in the air as ignoring it at this time. The magic effect is only to stabilize, to constant the magic inside power of the magic formula installed on all sides of the indoor. but this seems to be very helpful around doing the healing.

There are these circumstances, and in an idle room there is a magical ceremony painted everywhere, and Ars sleeps in peace on the bed placed at its center. This was going on for two weeks.

The body doesn't know when to wake up, but the body itself has no abnormalities.

The white-toned room is watered down one very sick room. Is it better if it just doesn't smell like medicine?

The lack of a depressing atmosphere may be due to the faint glow of the magic ceremony. Subtracting it is qualitative though.

Dry winds flow through the windows, shaking the partition curtains. The refreshing smell that falls through your nose is a fruity fragrance that should be called a sympathy.

Ars' hair, who meditated his eyes on his back on the bed, was stroked by the smelling wind.

At 10 a.m., after a brief exam, which is Ars' routine.

The silent, sliding door was a signal from the entrants. But he also seemed to know that there was no one in the room to enter without knocking.

The lack of footsteps would simply be the body in the wheelchair where she is powered by magic. I've been visiting this time of day since she woke up. I don't do anything in particular, I'm just beside it.

That was more than enough for her, and there's not much I can do - usually, I would add.

He makes a quiet driving noise as he rocks his silver hair, and when he wears it to the side of the bed, he sits on his mid waist and floats down. She, Loki, is still in Balmes not only because of her partner, but also because she gives reason that she hasn't fully healed.

Regardless, it's healed enough to walk, but if it's to be beside Ars, there's no pretending. I don't think it will force me to return to Alpha whether it is fully healed or not, but that would mean that it was thorough.

After this, there are regular inspections at noon and in the evening but I am late with a brief inspection, so I have been given a semi-compulsory replacement. You actually measure your temperature, so you shouldn't have any problems without knowledge.

When I woke up, I worried about Ars the most, but now he's falling somewhat. Because they say you'll wake up in the near future. Still, I worry that we spend every day together until the sun goes down.

"Dear Ars, if you don't wake up soon, you won't be attending long enough."

I talk about things I don't even think about. I've been trying a lot, but I'm not responding.

And... I guess this should always be. It has been going on since I came to this room at least.

Loki's eyes changed color.

That's a little worrying.

I carry a book that is difficult to organize, but I could say this is camouflage.

"Master Ars... Oh, you're not awake... no, it's a necessary procedure to wake you"

Loki wears the absolution mark deeply with his burning face. Bakubaku and his heart pounding but this is a fresh sound that will never fit in at any time.

Yes, it was already becoming routine.

"Sort of."

The feeling of letting your hands dive into the futon and bump right into each other.

Slip it to stroke it before wrapping it. Loki, who held Ars' hand, shook his drawn-knot lips.

"This is, uh, clean, cured. Chi, therapeutic act...... so, su, ha, ha."

I still feel the warm warmth coming from my hands. And flip the fearful Ars hand and turn the flat upwards.

Whatever, it's something you can do because you're in a futon. Keep the dark emotions in the cloth oblate.

A small hand crawling smoothly wrapped around Ars's hand and tangled his fingers.

(Ko, this shouldn't be!!

Snake feet, but this chest is a daily repetition.

Too vivid feeling coming from my fingers.

(I can't believe the lovers of the world are doing this flat!! and my heart is going to stop...... but what is it)

I feel comfortable doing it again and again.

If you turn your gaze toward Ars, the steamed hot air will rise from your head at once. I felt a bong noise, but it seems like I'm not happy that I'm not awake...... but it's true that I stroked my chest down ho.

Loki looks at the interior through the top of the futon. I was in a hurry, but my hands remained tightly connected. I wonder if the hoop (but) has come off, just a little bit of self-blame pushes me, but what a thing like that, it's not what it started now.

If you say so, Loki's oddity is escalating day by day. rather than exude what was accumulating...... no, as if they were replenishing something.

The day went by, I was just beside him in Ars' hospital room, but it was the beginning of it all when my hands slipped off the bed. I noticed a sweep up from the bottom.

Als' hand was thick and strong, still only one thing different from his own. That would be true, too, because I've been out on my own and continue to make achievements. Can I even say as a testament to his hardship, Loki gently wrapped it around his cheeks to work rather than mourn.

I guess that was the first time - that evil thoughts had passed.

Loki lets go with no expression. And when I look inside the hospital room with Kyoro Kyoro and no one, I get out of the wheelchair and slip my feet to the door.

Then, when you open your head softly, you expose your face to the hallway and look left and right. When I saw that no one was there, I manipulated the panels mounted in the room.

Confirming that the [Visiting Apologies] notation floated on the LCD with the outside patient name on it, the door closes again.

At that time, a chatter rang in the back hand.

Loki, who might otherwise feel guilty, has now been readily affirmed after hitting the absolution mark as being for Ars. When you stand beside the bed dying your cheeks and making no noise, you take a deep breath once.

…………

Ars resting about as much as you can hear. Loki lowers her gaze to her neck.

(Ah, sweat!

"Or your body will get cold!

After looking at the slightly beautified clavicle, I came up with an action as a way to deal with it if I couldn't get my gaze off. Such a suggestion that that is exactly the only way in her. Actually, I've already tried a few times.

Put one hand on the bed and weigh in. The bed, which sank a little, seemed to have Loki's heart bouncing. No, palpitations will be on the other hand intense.

The rubbing sound of the duvet is now rolling up to half Ars' body.

Let your feet dive in, lie down and get to the sleeping position. The bed was for one person, but there's nothing like falling off if you put it under Ars' arm. Ningro, I can tell you that its narrowness was in good condition.

Instead of questioning the act of warming with human skin, he snuggled his body just to the point that there were no muscles that were even natural and complained of by anyone.

Regardless, the duvet is covered with loki suffoly. It's a dicky veil to keep your bright red face awake.

Still, I would have kept my face that way. No, it may have been too late, but maybe the desire came in because I wasn't thinking about the face or anything when I was found anymore.

Loki had her cheeks perfectly stuck together. The arm is placed on the chest plate.

In that, she starts to move.

After exhaling from the top of the duvet to lower his temperature, Phew ~, Loki spreads Ars' arms and lays them on his head. I folded my elbow to manipulate it and turned it around my neck.

"Ha wow..."

I swing with such a tranced look that I even think I can die anymore. Loki fulfills her desire to do whatever she wants for the good that no one comes in. I guess it would be nice to call it a private arena.

The desire to open the lid doesn't know where to stay.

"Ha!"

Loki stepped into paradise and found the fruit of deflection in front of her. That's a normal thing to do in this ward, and it's natural and just.

The saintly prince and Loki opened their mouths in white.

"Yeah. Ah... Ah, the sweat... heh... heh, I have to wipe it. Yeah."

There's nothing strange about anyone looking at it. Loki, convinced by what he put out in his mouth, gets out of bed with it.

It's not even a short time to put hot water in a bucket in a small kitchen in the corner of the room.

And when I looked in the room, I noticed that there was always no towel stacked. It is a case. Loki, who popped out of the room to be rushed, couldn't afford to worry about her legs or anything. I guess for once staying as a patient has already been bounced out of your mind.

Shortly after the sliding door closed so that the air leaked...

"Oh, my God..."

Slowly opening his eyes, Ars sighed as he looked up at the ceiling.

It just happened earlier. Naturally I watched some of Loki's oddities all the time. I was checking more with my senses than with my senses. It's unexpected that raccoons would fall asleep to grasp the situation.

Ars looks out the window as he pulls his cheeks together. It would be just as spicy to say odd. Yes, because it's an act of favor.

(I guess so......)

I noticed it thinly, but I felt like I was pretending not to see it. I wonder if that's what it's like to entrust your life to Ars.

I've never seen Loki like that, so I can't help it. Still, I can't be blunt if I get this far. I guess I can't be Park Min-jin.

Of course, it's not an immediate answer. On the contrary, if it's the status quo, the answer is there. Ars can't shake his neck vertically until he can figure out the power of alien powers.

If you look out the window, the sun you're used to seeing is letting in raw warm sunlight. I can't change, but now I'm relieved by the same Yang.

"Keep it on your chest first."

The shelving isn't an escape, it's a hold. A hold because I can't give you an answer now. I'll remember it for when it comes out of her mouth.

I guess it would be good if I didn't see it when I hit it.

If you decide so.

Ars woke up slowly.

The door just slid...

"Lo, Loki, or I made you worry - oh shit!!

Seeing Ars' face, he drops a tatami towel in his hand and jumps in momentum.

"Dear Ars -!!"

Ars gently wrapped Loki, who had been diving into bed in tears. I have something to say, but I was wondering if it would be good now.

Lift the arm you turned from behind and stroke your head. The hands moving slowly and in one direction were calm.

Only with a squad would we be able to live in this way. And I guess it's because of Loki.

"Thanks Loki"

The whispered voice went softly into Loki on a breeze that blew in like a fresh stream.

"Yes!"