Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

Ashton woke up remembering what it felt like to be attached to something. When you transfer your gaze to the left arm, which is the source of your senses with blurry vision, a dead eating bird is attached with a beak.

"I'm not dead yet!!

Ashton, who jumped by accident, screamed unintentionally with severe injuries running all over his body. Dead-eating birds spread their glossy black feathers wide to intimidate Ashton, and flew away to the other side of the sky with a creepy roar.

"─ ─ ─ Uh-huh. Really? I was blown away by something and fell off a cliff..."

There is a strange sight in front of me. At least I found out it wasn't in the woods I was in earlier. When I check my body again, I see abrasions in the areas where my skin is exposed. It was obvious that his whole body had fallen into the river in a wet way.

(I was fortunate in my misfortune to have fallen into the river nonetheless. If where I fell was on the ground, I must have died instantly)

Nevertheless, Ashton thinks. Immediate death is a must if you have lost consciousness and fallen into the river. I mean, it doesn't matter that he was dead either way.

Despite this, I still live this way. This is abnormal enough.

(I don't even think I got out of the river by swimming unconsciously. I'm not that good at swimming, by the way.... Speaking of which, something similar happened before)

As I recall Olivia laughing at me for drowning in the river before, I was suddenly called from behind, and Ashton shouted loudly.

"It doesn't seem important if it looks that way. You're lucky."

Ashton's eyes, looking back in pain, showed a woman with firewood. He weaves a green cape and carries a bow and arrow on his back. Ashton was turning around, wondering if he was a hunter because of his fitness, and the woman crouched on the spot and began to ignite him in a familiar manner.

"... could you have helped me?

"Maybe you don't have to."

The woman doesn't even look back at this one and says blurry. Ashton thanked him as he watched the elongated smoke rise without delay.

"Thank you for your help. Excuse me, may I ask your name? I'm Ashton."

"I'm not interested in your name... but I'm Stacia. That's better than that. Can I get you some money? Because you don't like me enough to help."

Confirming that the flame had risen, Stacia had offered her right hand as she stood to look down at Ashton. Face neat to long dark hair tied. If you look closely, your age doesn't look so different from yours.

"Hey, are you listening?

"Uh. It was money, wasn't it?

"Well, it sounds like it's not the Saint Shore Army, but you're in quite a position, aren't you? Looks like they're using pretty good fabrics."

"Well, quite. But now we have a meeting..."

Whatever the reason for your help, I don't mind giving money as a thank you to Stacia, the benefactor of my life. I just can't possibly need the money to hunt and leave it in my room.

"I know because I just checked that out"

Stacia said flatly staring at Ashton's pockets.

"I checked..."

Seeing Ashton wandering his body in a hurry, Stacia stuck her hand in her nostrils with a look like she remembered something.

"Maybe this is what you're desperately looking for?

Stacia let the silver pen hang in front of Ashton. Even as Ashton rushes to reach out, the pen pulls away soooo far.

Ashton glanced at Stacia.

"Give it back"

"Hmm. I'm gonna be desperate for something like this. Doesn't look worth anything, though?

Stacia, with the pen in front of her, says with a strange look.

"Values are for each person. Give me my pen back than that. Fish my nose on your own...... is Mr. Stacia a thief?

"Whoa. There will be no thieves against the benefactor who saved your life. He said he used a lot of effort to get you to the river."

"Of course I appreciate your help. But it's not a good reason to give people their nostalgia."

Stacia stared at Ashton all the time as she returned the pen to her nostalgia.

"You're not noble, are you?

"And what is it that we're talking about?"

Answer me.

Ashton replies amazing in the form of being pushed by Stacia's sword curtain.

"I'm a civilian..."

"Then it's like the son of a big businessman."

Stacia has nodded as many times as her obsession has gone. I had no idea what she was trying to say, and I forgot that the other person was the benefactor of my life, and I was getting angry.

"Is there a problem if he's the merchant's son?

"There's nothing wrong with that. I just thought you might have been raised sophisticated."

"So what did you just say?"

Stacia suddenly grabs Ashton's hair abusively. To Ashton, who solidifies himself with surprise, Stacia told him to throw up.

"Look, kid. Listen carefully. If I hadn't helped you, you would have definitely died. At that point, it doesn't belong to anyone anymore. I mean, of course what you're wearing, you and mine are (...)."

…………

"Do you understand a little? Ashton, my boy."

Stacia, smiling thinly, plays Ashton's forehead with pins and fingers. What an inorganic pain, unlike Claudia's.