Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Townsend, exploratory magic against people requires their consent.

"He said he hasn't called yet. I'm just going to explain... it was just a little close, you know."

"Hugh, don't get confused with me."

I can't hear you very well being held in. Tansa... did you say exploratory magic?

"Hugh, you can explain."

"Yes, of course. Look, Mark, let go of the lady, too. Then I can't hear you."

The teacher also urged Mark to finally loosen his arm to hold me in. He puts his other hand on my cheek and peeks into my face to be sure, keeping his hand grasping my shoulder away.

"... have they really done nothing?

No, nothing. Totally fine.

The hand placed on his cheek was unexpectedly large and versatile. I didn't realize it when I was being stroked in the head, but I knew it was a man's hand, not like Hugh's just now...... what!? Hey, what's this? I'm embarrassed about this posture.

Pretending not to notice everyone's warm gaze, I rush off Mark's hand and pick up the magic guide that fell at my feet... good, it wasn't broken. Yes, take a deep breath, let's calm down, yeah.

"It's all right. I won't really take it personally, so you can solve the defensive tie I put on her, Mark."

When did you do that?

"I just strained it the moment you got away from me. That's a big arm. Hey, that's not like your brothers... Hey Mark, aren't you willing to come to the magic school, not the medical school? You're welcome."

"Say no."

"What, instant answer?

Mr. Hugh, who laughed bitterly, looked at Master Walter. With a gentle sigh, Master Walter sat down next to Mr. Hugh in my place when he stood up.

"Hey, Walter, why are you sitting here? You don't have to keep it down to your arms."

"... Mark, this will do"

Just thinking about it and Mark nodded, I felt like the puffy, invisible membrane was broken... oh, I felt wrapped up in something earlier, that was the junction. Looks like some kind of thin stall. It's a big difference if you have one, like.

Mr. Walter sat as he was next to Mr. Hugh, and I sat between Dr. Daniel and Mr. Adelaide, drawn by Mark. Mark stands with an arm wrapped diagonally forward.

"Hugh, explain."

"I get it. Exploratory magic is a magic trick to find out what you can't see… First of all, what makes my eyes special is what I told you earlier at dinner."

Yeah, I heard. Normally, you can see the magic of feeling perfectly with your eyes.

"I saw an unlikely stream of magic when I arrived at this mansion today. The source is the woods, and you're the lady to pour in. While your daughter was outside, a considerable amount of magic had been poured out of the woods on your daughter. But there is no magic left in your daughter. Besides, you wouldn't notice if you didn't have eyes like mine because the wavelengths are a little different from the magic that humans and animals have. It was magic I'd never seen before."

... magic on me, really? Though I don't feel anything.

"And I can see a different kind of magic in your daughter's light-colored eyes."

"But 'invitees' don't have magic..."

Master Adelaide is also surprised.

"It's true that your daughter has no magic. In fact, it's empty. But only one eye of it has something. I'm pretty sure it's not the magic we know, but I don't know what it is, so I want to find out."

"Different kinds of magic..."

Master Walter seems surprised.

"If that's true, I do think some investigation is needed into that 'different kind of magic'. What is the magic of a forest with different wavelengths... the power of a spirit in a forest in Wangdu?

"I've never met the Spirit of the King's Capital, so I can't be sure, maybe. So at least I want to see if the magic in that forest is the same magic in your daughter's eyes"

Mr. Hugh continued when he could put some hypotheses on me if he knew that.

"According to the report, your daughter's injuries shouldn't be to such an extent that they heal so quickly. That must have been pretty serious, huh? No matter how much teacher's healing magic, he recovers too quickly."

"I thought so, too. However, I was wondering if it was a 'invitee' trait because there was nothing strange about it just because it was early. And now the recovery is slowing down."

My teacher was surprised. I simply thought magic was amazing.

"Yeah, you would normally think so. But she's an invitee to the Spirit, so there's got to be some connection to the Spirit. The magic from that forest there... the spirits I invited are sending magic through the forest to heal her wounds, I wonder. The same reason the injury was all traumatic, I guess the Spirit protected it or healed it first.

Besides, I don't know why, but you just said you don't want to be away from here for long. I'm sure you instinctively sense that you won't be able to recover once you're away, and you don't want to leave the woods. "

The story fell to my heart. Somewhat convincing. And Mr. Hugh, you've been able to talk serious.

"Can't you tell if it's the same magic without exploring?

The mark on the sinister face doesn't seem to want me to be explored at all, but I wonder if it does any harm.

"Unfortunately, I'm diving in the back of my eyes. I can see the presence of magic, but I don't know what's inside."

"... I can do exploratory magic, too."

"Hugh is the only one who sees the magic of the woods, and I can't compare it. It would be pointless for us to do it."

Sounds a lot worried from earlier, but is that dangerous? A teacher with a peek into the letter at hand tells me as I stroke my head, not knowledgeable at all.

"No, it's not dangerous. It's just... touching the spirit. Powerful exploration will make you see deep psychology… it won't make you feel good"

"So I'll keep it just on the surface even more exclusively at exploration sites, and I'll make sure I don't see it. If you're worried, Walter's gonna do the stopper, right? You took the test with me at school. [M] You were good, I remember."

I see, can you see your heart? Oh, can't you see the memory? I wonder if my mind and memory are different.

"Don't worry about that because it's other sorcery that sees memories. It's just emotions and that way. And there's little strain on the body itself if you're exploring the surface layer, maybe with sequelae. If I insist, I guess it's about as blurry as it gets during surgery. It won't take long, and if you hold my hand and look me in the eye, that's all I need."

He said to hold hands and look at each other. Oh, yeah, you need skin contact. He snorted at me when I saw Dr. Daniel. If you say a teacher would be fine...... fine, go ahead.

"Yay, thanks! Then hurry up."

"Wait a minute. Come here. Calm down."

Dear Walter, who immediately holds Mr. Hugh back to disappointment. Mark still looks a little worried...... I mean, it doesn't seem funny. If you're saying it won't affect your body and you should look into it, please do me a favor and I don't think it's a problem. Although the teacher can forgive me, he seems very dissatisfied.

"You won't have a choice, Mark."

"I know..."

That's why before I sat on the couch, Mr. Hugh stood up on his knees and held his hands together disappointingly... held to involve each other's wrists rather than connecting. Master Walter stands with his hands on my shoulder and Mr. Hugh's shoulder, and is instructed to keep looking into Mr. Hugh's eyes, which have become more serious.

... Looking at the beautiful emerald color after all, the area around my forehead started pounding and something like drowsiness fell off. As he slept slightly, the power of his hand, which had been held by him, fell off, and he woke up haphazardly where Mr. Hugh had just fallen. Huh?

"It's over."

It seems that the exploratory magic is over... in the meantime, it won't take more than a minute. What are you going to do with this, Mr. Hugh? If I was horny, Mark told me.

"It's okay, you must have been hit by some crazy magic, you'll soon notice.... Touch it completely sticky..."

"Hey, Hugh, wake up."

Mr. Hugh got up, saying, yeah, with Mr. Walter pitting his cheek as he put it. My eyes are kind of glittering with the tide on my cheeks.

"Yeah, I knew we were together! It was the same magic from the woods!

...... you'll be happy to do it, they're taking both hands off you again and shaking you up and down with the boom.

"So, and one more thing! Those eyes, they're linked to the spiritual eyes of the king's capital. Thanks to being in the Spirit's sight, I was put on magic, but I saw the face of our head. That's the mediation. Still, if you're in the woods again..."

That's true. I don't see anything unusual about the view though. I wonder if someday it will go back to normal, I'm still not used to the color of my eyes and I'm small surprised every time I look in the mirror.

"Maybe I'll go back if all the wounds heal and I don't need to send magic. If it's a combination of other roles, it might stay that way, and you don't know where it is. Check with the lead and you'll see a little more... Margaret for now, thanks, I've seen some good stuff!

No, I think I figured it out a lot, this way. When I tried to get my hands off Mr. Hugh, who was in a good mood, he was suddenly pulled glitchy and kissed on the cheek.... Huh?

"Hey!"

"Too much"

What I saw when I returned was Mr. Hugh, whose head was held down by Mr. Walter with a frightened face and his back was stepped on by Mark.

Now Mr. Hugh is in the midst of having my special cookies packed in his mouth like a mountain and flourishing.

Watching Mr. Hugh squatting in tears, Master Walter said in a small voice, "Is this what cookies are...? He was whining." Yeah, I had it for you. It didn't go to waste. I mean, I was just kissing my lips critical. No, I don't have to say it at a good age and about one of the kisses, but you can't have a three-series combo with an audience and no agreement and no unintentional hitting. It's not a Christmas tree. Mark wiped me so bad. It hurt.

Well, by Mark and Walter, who worried that Mr. Tense Hugh would stay like this, his accommodation was converted into Dr. Daniel's clinic. Mark said he'd stay with us. I just don't think it's necessary to keep an eye on him.

"Hii, ha, and I thought I was going to die... your daughter's punishment is tight. Keho."

"Thank you for getting it done to that extent. Damn you..."

Oh, I'm back. It's powdery, but it tasted good, didn't it? There you go, there's more.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so hungry."

"Look, can you stand? It's getting late. It's time to go."

If he felt anything strange about his body, he told him to be sure to let him know even in the middle of the night, pushing as hard as he could to make sure Mark dragged him off at the front door to take Mr. Hugh.

"... Shall we rest? Margaret and Walter will be tired. Let's clean up the tea tomorrow."

Perhaps Master Adelaide is most tired. I nodded and kissed my cheeks goodnight and dropped off Lady Adelaide, who was going down to the room. I'm sorry for all this fuss because of me until much later than usual.

Have a good night to Master Walter too and I will not go to my room...... but head to the kitchen. Yeah, you just want to take a breath before you take a break.

After washing the teapot or cup so that it does not make a water noise by turning on only the light at hand, draw water to the kan and sprinkle onto the stove. In the dark, I watched the blurry, boiling water fire as I stood, and the noise just now was evoked.

Magic from the woods. These eyes. This body...... I just don't have magic, I thought I was just like the people in the world here, but I guess not. Is there anything else hidden from me? Although there were some people in the book who lived in the city well in The Invitational of the Spirit, I wonder if they felt anxious or annoyed around them.

I also made Master Adelaide worry. Could it ever be that with me...?

"... it's boiling"

He returned to me from the entrance to the kitchen. Oops, Kan is shunning. I was surprised to have Master Walter, who I thought was rested, but let's come and get some water. She replied with a wrinkle between her eyebrows when she put two mugs in her hand.

It's night, and I've been drinking tea until just now, so let's make it herbal tea. Because some people don't like it, I show them tea leaves before brewing them, and when I ask them, they say it's okay, so Master Walter made them chamomile tea with me. Sleeps well, apparently. I think it was also Peter Rabbit's picture book that boiled it out in milk and turned it into milk tea. Honey is your choice.

"... I miss you. I remember drinking it as a child."

Master Adelaide would have brewed it. Chamomile is something that children can drink.

... This tea was made with my first help. When I was still unable to walk heavily or hold heavy objects, I asked Adelaide if there was anything she could do to help me mow the chamomile that was blooming in the garden. The flowers were picked, dried, and thus made dried chamomile for tea.

Sit across the corner of the dining table and sip a cup of tea of memories as you cool down. There's no wind tonight. It's quiet outside, and nothing else sounds like running a feather pen once in a while on the magic guide I put on the table.

When I drink dull and start writing what I wanted to hear with a breath, Walter's gaze moves to the board of the magic guide... I wonder how I can tell. I moved the pen even though I was lost.

You must have been worried. All of a sudden a suspicious person called "The Invitational" rolled in to your mother. I don't think I chose this place, but I told you I didn't want to leave.

Besides, I realized today that I'm not a normal person after all.

I don't know what kind of trouble I would bring in...... I also know it would be a burden on Master Adelaide who wants to live quietly. Truth is, I guess I should go away, though I know I am.

Sorry...... really, love it. I don't want to leave. Not only from the woods, but I want to be here with Adelaide.

Watching lightly, Master Walter deepened the wrinkles between his brows. Though I know why you're not angry.

"That... my mother seems to have a lot of fun with you. If you look at what you don't think of as a burden, etc., you know, don't worry about it. I hope you're here. No, if you can stay forever."

Surprised. I didn't think they would disagree more... that's what they would say. I started talking to him in a way that was hard to say if I was surprised and looking seriously.

"You don't have to worry about rubbing things that haven't even happened. That's why I and Hugh are being sent here. Besides... I'm unfaithful. Do you think it would be helpful to get along instead?"

That's right, wasn't it a suspicious investigation?

And you have a sense of filial infidelity. But it's not a substitute, because you must be my only son. Adelaide would love to get along with you yourself. You're saying this, so I guess you're willing to.

Lady Walter laughed like trouble at me for not turning a blind eye...... laughed?

"Sadly, I let you be too obstinate to grasp the trigger. I'm the one who's sorry, but I just need to know how to tell you... what's up, is there something on my face?

A lightly colored eye area that drops when you laugh.

... I didn't think you looked alike, but you look just like me when I laugh. I wish I had done that all the time.