Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"How worried do you think I am? It's bad for your heart."

"Sounds like it. You haven't slept the whole time?

Illumina didn't answer that, only missed her gaze.

There were so many neighborhoods in her eyes that she couldn't even hide them, and she felt a little confused, so she guessed it.

With the two conversations elsewhere, the man who entered the room with Illumina is dressed in white and gently turns to the other side of the bed. And he hung his stethoscope as he looked at the equipment data, "Excuse me for a second.

I see my pupils with a medical pen light, then I hit the stethoscope.

At the very least, when you've only checked your condition, you're like, "You're going to be okay for one second. She also looks pale," she told him in a gentle tone.

He told the attending that he was going to report it, and the man left to distract him.

There was only a certain amount of ambition left in the hospital room, which was just the two of us.

"You're really gonna be okay, right?

The unique smell of the hospital room goes hand in hand, casting doubt on Ferrinella's condition.

"That's what you said. I don't feel bad, and I'm not sure I can get out of the hospital right away. So long, Illumina..."

There was nothing better than being sick. I would have been quite worried about the members of the same squad.

But the first thing she had to do was make sure.

I must lose, and if it is true, I must be dead. Still, I was able to confirm my heartbeat because someone must have lifted this little life from the bottom up.

My last memory was just before I was swallowed up by a wave like darkness. It should have been after he escaped the scorpion-shaped demon.

From there, my memory was interrupted.

But I could have inferred that I was defeated slightly. I succumbed to a threat that no one in that room could win.

Illumina lowered her hips to the edge of the bed overflowing with a sigh of relief.

"What I want to hear is after you pass out. But you're sick and you're okay?

"Absolutely. But before that, you helped me............ Mr. Ars?

That's what Ferrinella went on in a strangely anticipatory and confident tone.

Illumina, by contrast, responds with a slightly vague endorsement. The face shown to Illumina by the # 1 magician was realistic, a ruthless word that did not allow her to project emotions.

The impression that I felt of thin feelings was overshadowed by Ferrinella's survival, but I still figured out the magician's thought circuit in the field. So it's probably not the same expectation Ferrinella has.

But contrary to Illumina's expectations, Ferrinella had an impossible grin. If you break down her emotions, self-blame will account for the majority of them.

"Why?" he said aggressively, Illumina quickly clogged her throat at at the silence. Even if it's a childhood friend or a long relationship, it's only someone else.

"Why? Well, there's nothing I can do to make you look good..."

Do you regret going to help other college students? No, that's not what Ferrinella looks like.

When she takes a big breath, as if to dispel the embarrassment on the bed.

"He said he was weak enough to help. I shouldn't compare you to Mr. Ars, but still."

A dry grin was directed at me asking for my consent.

The point is, I regret it. I can't even tolerate a single failure as a magician. Both Illumina and Ferrinella knew repeatedly that there was no ex and no child in death.

So, so... honors students like Ferrinella who can do more than crowd with effort want to despise themselves.

"Miserable."

"Miserable?"

The two voices spinned the same words at the same time. It was a prospect for Illumina, such as what Ferrinella was going to say.

Most importantly, I'm a little angry.

After a Kyotong face, the voice of the welcoming Felinella rang low, "Right."

I know it's mentally unstable because I'm a sick sick person.

But Illumina didn't care what her weak best friend said.

"Miserable, you were just lucky. I knew you, Ars, and you had the power to help him in first place. But that's not normal. So stick your chest up! He said he was scared, but still did everything he could!

"Illumina......"

Every word was a dozen as heavy as a blunt instrument.

Shake your lips, your firm will never waver.

"Anyway, if you come across the same scene again, Ferri will do the same thing."

"... right. I have no regrets."

"Is that miserable? It was miserable for you... if that's what you think."

If that's what you think, I didn't even think about Illumina until I said how I would behave. But if Ferrinella is going to repeat the same thing, it's not going to be the way it was with her anymore.

Illumina also knew that even words without thought did not require spinning ahead.

"I'm sorry. Illumina, it was inadvertent... it was rude. I was selfish."

Felinella withdraws as she wets her eyelashes. Maybe it's because of that dream, but I'm pretty sure I had a narrower perspective in me.

"Fine. I knew you were full of Ars about you anyway. I'm too sick to be mean. You seemed to be doing well, so I lost my mind too."

"Yeah, I shouldn't. Thanks."

My spine gets cold when I wish I could get out in front of everyone at that rate.

But so the tears wetting Felinella's eyelashes never dried.

Illumina is imprisoned by strange sensations at times like this.

I rode into bed as I would get out, and lined up perfectly with my best friend's collapsing body. I don't know why I did it, but my body moved on its own that I should be supportive.

It's not as inclusive as Felinella, but there are breasts you can lend because they're women to each other.

Of all the failures that magicians take, Ferrinella went through. That sucks. Maybe life as a magician, even if it helps......

Ferrinella put her head on Illumina's shoulder as if she were surrendering.

The tranquility of not knowing if even your ears are crying dispels that worry.

(Nobility is disgusting, Ferri. I can't even cry defenselessly at a time like this)

More than Ferrinella, the crying illumina slowly softened her dry eyes.

Maybe it's rotten, but I think I'll make it good with her and her best friend.

After a while.

Ferrinella's heartbreak passed like after the storm. I guess the speed of this kind of switching and the goodness of things are missing due to the family pattern of nobility.

Felinella wipes her swollen eyes clean without regret.

"Thank you," I just said without worrying about the complexion while blushing.

They stared at each other with swollen eyes and broke up with nature. Because of the stained work, my voice overflowed only once.

Then, Illumina returned to the topic as she forgot to interact until a few minutes ago.

I told him that this is a medical institution in the possession of the Balmes army, in fractures, but everything I could know about what happened.

And I added one last thing Illumina cares about.

"Ferri, any treatment or postoperative course about you has been designated as confidential information under the association policy. That said, it seems that no particular restrictions can be placed on attending physicians............ That's what I said at a time like this, but only the president of the association and you, Ars, can do this. Normally, Ferri will be of Alpha nationality, so no matter how neutral the association is, he can't interfere"

"... but that's possible, which means, of course, you were spoken for."

"Yes! I also need to explain to the college. There's no one but you, Ars, who has a good face for the president of the board and can advise the governor or the Führer, right? The doctor hasn't heard anything about it."

Yes, no matter how many Iris, the president of the association, can request the secrecy of information about students from other countries. Then the neutrality of the association is at stake.

That's why there has to be a presence that takes place between them. We need a compromise between the association and Alpha.

Taking it from Illumina, the importance to that point was, on the contrary, extremely unnatural.

But Ferrinella has an idea. Of course, it's about me, so I had a great idea.

Perhaps that dream has something to do with it.

"... I think Mr. Ars can tell you why. I only have a bad feeling about it."

"What are you talking about? Ferri saved me, so there's nothing worse. As long as you're alive, that's fine."

"Yeah......"

Felinella could only return it as such.