"Cu."
Holy Dragon is in a good mood swirling over Liz's head.
What's Sheena? Liz was thinking as she walked.
I walked silently down the hall from yesterday when Keefa grabbed me by the arm, and I was finally released "sorry" in front of an unpopular (one-piece) food pantry.
Keefa's eyes were wrinkled as distressed. Her cheeks and drawstrings are pale. But with such a painful look, I said:
"Let's find out who Sheena Bride is. It's no coincidence that Cecil has a woman who's alive in front of us now."
Of course, Liz nodded, but I was more than happy that Keefa was calm. I felt saved.
I almost weep at the less unconscious of relief, and look down in panic.
- Keefa stared at Liz, who kept her eyes open and endured with a desperate expression that she could never let go of while she was nagging, biting her back teeth tight with the face that she felt sorry for herself at the bottom of her heart.
"Cu"
Holy Dragon, wait a minute.
Slightly rounded doesn't change the speed of flying. That's when I admired you as a holy dragon.
"Is it a walk?
Exactly what Sheena talked to me about, and Liz stopped her leg.
"No, it's part of the selection. Well, maybe it's like a walk."
"Mr. Liz is a candidate, too. And I heard it's powerful. Amazing. You don't have to be magical to be a candidate."
Are you out of your mind to feel like you have a toge? "Looks like it," she replies faintly, feeling a lot but not giving it to her expression.
"Mr. Liz was the candidate from the beginning? Or on behalf of someone else?
- I've been a candidate since the beginning.
There was something caught in the corner of my heart, and when I tried to lie to that mind, for a moment the grin disappeared from Sheena's face. My mouth swells like I'm angry.
(I feel familiar)
Not on this face, but on this look.
You noticed Liz's gaze trying to discern her, and she went back to her original smile as Sheena hacked.
"Speaking of which, Your Highness Keefa is a truly wonderful man. I ran into you last night, and you were kind enough to say something to me."
"Really?"
"It may be my fault, but you look at me and you close your eyes like you're about to blink, or you can stare all the way down. I wonder if there's something on my face, and I'm embarrassed."
"I thought you had something on you."
"... but even when you and I are talking, there are times when His Highness turns away from me and doesn't look at me, and at that time, His Highness's face is red."
"Maybe it was hot"
"... all the priests around said that His Highness was illuminated. It's obvious."
"A cleric is surprisingly good."
Including, of course, Mr. Lloyd, I tried to continue, and Sheena's mouth swelled again so that her patience had exceeded the boiling point.
The black eyes that glimpse me like I'm burning float with frustration that doesn't go as far as I think it is and the color of my anger at Liz, who I know and who is blurry.
(I do look familiar)
My heart beat so fast that I could hear it directly in my ear.
(... Dear Emilia?
It's the same way Emilia Carfen, a Carfen family courtier who tried to fall for Liz in her hometown village, laughs.
The moment I thought so, Sheena's face in front of me distorted like a wave. The same face as Cecil disappears. And I showed up because...
……
It was Emilia. Emilia, dressed in the same nurse's red clothes as Sheena, was smiling where Sheena was until just now. It's like only my face has changed.
Liz breathed. Impossible. What is this?
At that moment, he returned to me. Sheena, looking at the flying Saint Dragon, looked like the original gentle Cecil. Emilia's face is nowhere to be found.
(What, now?
I rubbed my sweaty palms into my elegant skirt so that they wouldn't fall apart.
Of course I know what it is. It's Liz's "look." It's just hard to believe because it's too much of a clap.
- Does Sheena mean Emilia?
(Isn't that a lie?
I almost laughed by accident.
I hear Emilia was deposited in a monastery far away, both from the Colorado region and from this king's capital. I had never heard that healing magic could be used, although it was originally magical, and I had no knowledge of herbs.
Besides, it wasn't that up-and-coming personality that saved the poor for free, like the "Virgin of Colorado" in the first place. If I was bad, Liz would have been killed. I know best.
I've never heard of magic to change face or figure, and there's no way Emilia would know Cecil's face five hundred years ago in the first place.
[]/(adj-na, n, adj-no) (uk) (uk) (uk)
(- I need to be sure)
With force in his red eyes, Liz nodded.
It's already dim outside.
The person I was looking for was in the document room. I am heading toward a desk with a bunch of documents piled high, reluctantly, etc. Some of the hair on the back of the head lit by the candle was somehow gushing.
Liz spoke from behind.
"Have you been ordered to work overtime alone because you've been running out of work all this time?
Lloyd looked back and looked away.
"How did you know that?
Hit it.
Liz circled in front of Lloyd.
"Mr. Lloyd, I'm going to tell you something that doesn't even clap right now, but will you listen to me?
"Not now, is it? I think Liz always says things that don't clap."
Is it payback, Lloyd laughs with his nose.
"I think Sheena is Emilia."
The grin just disappeared from Lloyd's face. Seriously look at Liz, and breathe with cheeks on your desk as you think about it.
And then I said, "What are you talking about? I didn't say."
"Emilia is that lady who tried to fall for Liz in her hometown village, isn't she? If you're right, you'll have changed your face. I've never heard of such sorcery, and even if it did, it's forbidden. Those who can use it are limited. That's the level of the Virgin now."
"I know."
"Besides, wasn't she definitely deposited in a monastery in the northwest of the country? It's a long way from Colorado. And most importantly, it wouldn't have been the kind of character that would have helped strangers in battlefields free of charge."
"I know."
If "Sheena" and "Emilia" were the same person, I also wondered if "The Virgin of Colorado" and "Sheena" were more different people. I wonder if "The Virgin of Colorado" is anywhere else and if "Sheena" is just cheating on the name of the Virgin of Colorado. Then, for now, the matter of character is convincing.
But I thought about it so much, and no, I reconsidered it was impossible. Sheena saw the king and his ministers in the royal palace as the "Virgin of Colorado". Because if you're a phony, that's what matters, and the clergymen and the clergymen with you were there.
After all, "The Virgin of Colorado" is "Sheena" and "Emilia".
Liz's red eyes rock in the candlelight, as she thought.
Lloyd asked in a low voice.
"Is that a 'survey'?
Liz nodded.
"Okay," Lloyd exhaled loudly.
"I'll ask Emilia if she's still in the convent where Emilia was deposited."
Believed me. Hold both hands tighter.
"Nice. I'm not bored with Liz."
Lloyd laughed with pleasure. And I accidentally pulled in a laugh and made a serious face.
"Later, I've been meaning to say this for a while."
"Yes."
"Holy Dragon, are you getting round?
Again?
"Well a little. But you'll get angry when you show that attitude. You can get your hair pulled or kicked in the head so painfully"
"You don't have a little of that. Besides, I've already been kicked."
I understood that the hair on the back of Lloyd's head was gushing because of it.