Seirei no Moribito

In the end, no one came who Enya and Imya wanted Emilia to meet.

Emilia was staring out the window, remembering the bitter look on Rose's face she had visited for a while.

(... after all, I have no idea what that was...)

Emilia remembers four days ago as she listens to the instructor holding the whip from right to left and twirls the pen in her right hand.

Appearing in front of Emilia, who was swung around unexplained and waiting at the coffee shop, was Rose with a somewhat regrettable expression that rarely existed.

After all, Emilia wondered if Rose was the person she wanted me to meet, but Rose controlled her by hand before she opened her mouth.

"... sorry, Emilia. He... he's not coming. No, I couldn't bring him."

To Rose, who distorted that neat face and held her fist as hard as if to mourn her powerlessness, Emilia couldn't ask who she wanted to see after all.

But I can only guess.

(... maybe whoever wanted me to meet... Chairman Eileen, it was...)

The word hypocrisy that Eña and Eña all spoke of and the sinking expression that Rose couldn't bring.

And the answer I returned to Emilia's question.

(I can't believe I'm the only one who comes up with the first name, and Imya's words I brought when I said no bandages... because that was Chairman Eileen's knife... I think)

Eña and Eña, and Rose, perhaps by some means or coincidence, found out where Eileen went afterwards.

And I took that kind of means to get Emilia and I back to work.

If you think about it, Tsujitsu seems to fit.

Emilia came to that conclusion, but

(But you don't see how that can lead to hypocrisy and self-satisfaction...)

Hilariously, I immerse myself in such thoughts beside following the letters written on the blackboard with my eyes and writing them down on my notebook.

(I want you to go back to me... so that's not gonna happen until Eileen gets back here. Well, for my happiness... it doesn't come to me right now either. Others... um... helping me get my memories back... don't seem to have any. 'Cause that's definitely why it's in that raid)

Now is the time for everyone to take a positive view of the raid by the "Protector" and make every effort to move forward with reconstruction, but it's not like there were never any casualties.

The Knights of the King's Capital manages all the detailed history and causes of that raid, and they do not present that information, even if it is the victim. There, Emilia has no exceptions.

For this reason, it was necessary to gather information about the raid on the boulder on its own, and because of the lack of information or credibility, it was difficult to pop up the answers to which information was true and false.

(But if the three of you were to have more information about the incident... especially if you thought that this kind of behavior from the truth was only hypocrisy or self-satisfaction... hmm, I'd be perfectly fine if this happened)

Exhale small,

(... maybe someone deliberately caused my amnesia or something?... No, no, no, the spirit... the classification of “witchcraft” in terms of memory and all that... “witchcraft” in the mental system is like letting a person fall into a mild state of hypnosis, calming the spirit, or the opposite effect. Anyway, yeah, what I'm saying is that it makes it easier to manipulate people, and advanced people, of course, treat it like a “forbidden" even intermediate? Erase the whole memory...... is horrible, let's lose it, lose it... anyway, it's imitating to lose memory, at least with the difficulty of being classified as intermediate, and the “magic" of the mental system is extremely limited for the fittest)

It is fundamental that the effect of psychiatric subordinate "magic" causes a mild state change that can be perceived with respect to the target. There are various other effects, such as mild hypnosis, mental stability and Dawn Young, but it is common that none of them have a serious effect on the target.

When this is intermediate, what can be done is greatly expanded.

Emilia came up with the idea that losing the other person's memory is advanced, and losing only some memories becomes intermediate. Erasing all memories is a highly challenging "sorcery” among the advanced, and even if it is appropriate, only a handful of humans can reach this area.

And humans of aptitude are strictly investigated and controlled by the state.

Unless you're a criminal or a "wind discipline commissioner," it's almost impossible to scratch national surveillance.

(... What Chairman Eileen was good at was the "magic" of the water attribute. He said there was absolutely no propriety for the “magic” of the mental system... which one were you on? Well, that's what it said, so there's no conspiracy theory that my amnesia was intentionally caused by Chairman Irene,)

However, just because it wasn't caused by him himself, the possibility of a conspiracy by a third party or an associate cannot be denied is quite painful as Emilia doesn't want to stick her neck only in the muddy dark circumstances on the back.

Incidentally, the two classmates, His Royal Highness Prince Diechrist, the second prince of the spiritual system, etc. are raised as they are around Emilia.

(Well, I don't like the hypothesis from here... Eileen is a "wind discipline commissioner," and I went to that fence and stuck my neck in it... that's a story that could be pretty good with my personality...)

Sighing small again, Emilia looked out the window, throwing her body on the desk sloppily, making sure the instructor's gaze was pointed at the blackboard.

"... after all, I don't know why..."

She sighed at the more intricately intertwined thoughts than Emilia thought.

Dozens of inert classes like that.

The slightly light-emitting microspirits, which appear to be traces of “magic" activation, drift into the classroom, at the same time the instructor who was now in the whip put his hand on his ear and became a rugged face.

"... of wind attributes, reading...?

Eamia sitting in the seat next to Emilia muttered so much that she broke the identity of “magic,"

"Gentlemen, please calm down and listen."

The rugged look remained unchanged, and the instructor opened his mouth with a complex look mixed with some confusion and haste.

"I've just been contacted by The Knights of the King's Capital. An important reference person who appears to have been involved in the raid in the meantime said he killed the knight and escaped."

Intentionally, students were more anxious about what was more critical than they could have imagined.

"Currently,“ Division 1 ”and“ Division 2 ”are raising their total strength to pursue a suspect who has been misplaced inside the city. For your own safety, we haven't finished the repairs yet… calm down and evacuate to the training area immediately."

Leaving it at that, the instructor pressed for more attention, and then rushed out of the classroom.

Perhaps you'll work with other instructors to get things right.

And while the confusion still doesn't subside, the classmates each took their seats and left the classroom while being led by the others.

"... Emilia, let's go"

"... yeah"

Emilia also squeezes firmly into her hand the knife that stood beside her desk, and is drawn to her by Imya to leave the classroom behind.

The hallway is filled with students trying to move from the other classrooms, each walking in whispers with a lurking voice while revealing anxiety, confusion and curiosity.

"... what does Emilia think of this?

At some point Enya, who was beside her, asked her, and later Emilia returned her words.

"... The Knights of the King's Capital have captured the suspect in the incident, I never heard of him... but I knew this was, come on..."

"... definitely another project."

"Maybe I want to hide it from the general public, I think it's a secret."

Even though Eña and Eña have a bewildered look like the rest of the students,

"... what do you think, Yimea...?

"... same opinion as Enya..."

They were somewhat lurking their voices and nodding at each other.

Emilia tilting her neck at it,

"... that's why, Emilia"

"We're going out for a bit. Nice to meet you, Emilia."

"... Huh? Hey, hey, wait, both of you!

There was no time to stop, and the two quickly strayed into the students with Emilia's hands crossed, and in no time, the figure was invisible.

Emilia, temporarily dismayed by it, but rushed off the crowd and down the stairs, saying she had to chase it immediately,

"Emilia Shenti! Why are you here!

"Ah, instructor Cornell!

Having been quickly found by instructor Cornell, who doesn't listen to accommodation because Emilia is only a little bad, serious, Emilia began to flee with all her might, not thinking of the means of normally telling and persuading the situation.

"You can normally tell me what's going on!

It's too late to notice after the escape already, and Emilia has no choice but to keep running all over the city where she thinks Eña and Eña headed.

(... the fact that the two of them found out about something means that the key reference person who escaped could be...)

While I have an ominous feeling about the possibility of hands-on conversations between the two past the back of my brain, I need to stop my dear friend from jumping into a dangerous place as something Emilia can do now, and close the lid first to that hunch.

"... you're safe now... Eña, Eña...!

Wishing them well, Emilia distorted her face worryingly.