Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

When I woke up, I saw the face of a very, very worried general.

"Chris! Good, you're awake!

"Oh? Me............?

"I fell down! Still sleeping, don't get up and fumble."

Pushed aside by the general, I can't even wake myself up and rebut my memory on the bed.

Oh, yes. I was in the middle of having Mr. Selva share his magic. If I did, did I lose consciousness along the way?

The memory is vague, and the general softly puts her hand on my forehead, confused by not knowing how unconscious she was. And he laughed at me like he was relieved.

"Yeah, you've calmed down a lot."

……

"Until just now, my temperature went up and down, and I was already worried about that. When I thought I turned bright red and sweated a lot, I suddenly turned bright blue and my body was cold as ice. I didn't feel alive anymore."

"Yeah!?

I don't think it feels normal to wake up or anything like that at all. But if you look at the general's face, you'll only know that I'm really worried about her.

I totally annoyed that it would be a busy time, though I don't even understand what happened.

"I'm sorry, General. I came here to help you, and I bothered you the other way around."

"You're a stupid kid! I don't know if you need to apologize. If you're complaining, don't worry, I told Selva a lot earlier."

"Mr. Selva?

"Yeah. It looks like Selva's overdone it."

The dame, who poured water on me, apparently remembered something with that word she said herself, and quickly wiped her hands with an apron and left the room with a mundane.

Well, this room.

I miss it. I was using it when I was living in this Tails, my room.

The bed and the conditioning are intact, as if they were back then.

I miss even the bumpy beams on the ceiling, which kind of made my heart very warm.

"Selva! Selva, Chris is awake!

Downstairs, the general calls Mr. Selva, a hasty voice. Subsequently, I heard a doozy and a footsteps rushing up the stairs.

"Chris!

Suddenly he pushes the door open and Mr. Selva enters with a rolling momentum.

And Mark, who came in shortly afterwards, silently dropped his fist bone on Mr. Selva's head.

Wow, looks painful...... There was a blunt noise right now, but I wonder if Mr. Selva is okay.

"Chris wasn't conscious until just now. Noisy and other verbal preaching around. Besides, entering a woman's room without a knock is a violation of manners."

How painful it was, Mr. Selva holding his head down and nodding. Mr. Mark has no mercy either.

I thought for a moment that the court magician was preaching manners to the adventurer... but speaking of which, Mr. Mark was a nobleman. I guess I'm used to manners and treating women.

Sebastian Selva walks up to me, impressed by the strangeness, who seems to have been slightly resurrected from the pain in his fist bone.

"I'm sorry, Chris. My... because of me."