Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Then I was going to pack up a story about compensation, and although I was a party, I was just completely tired of my head, leaving everything to the teacher and Lady Adelaide to lower me to my room...... or lowered.

Take off your shoes and pretend to roll to bed to blur. Once again, I realize that completely familiar ceilings are moulded around the border with the walls, and this kind of thing is rare in ordinary Japanese homes.

There are no sealing lights on the ceiling either, instead cute tulip-shaped small swinging wall lighting and stand lights. There are no switches, and when you touch them, they glow.

I don't really feel like a different world when I'm in this mansion because of the extremely low number of magic guides, and at best I feel like I've gotten mixed up in a little old country in Europe and America. I have interrupted the houses of the people of the villages we became friends with several times, but as I had heard, there were many more magic guides. "Appliances" in Japan are more or less magic guides, and many other things.

I just don't feel that omnipotent because I can't do anything with magic. Very few of them have magic aids for communication in lieu of telephones, which are not yet widely available to the public.

It seems that high magicians can talk to each other, even if they are quite far apart, if they keep it contractual. They need training to fly and disappear, like it's in a novel, and it's not easy. I mean, you can do it if you train...

In the first place, magic has no underground resources other than demonic stones that are mined as minerals, and is an individual ability. Even that demonic stone is not something you get early with something like a jewel that you say on Earth.

The pure Demon Stone is precious, and mostly what the High Magicians poured their own magic into the Demon Stone there circulates.

I don't have to bother using tools to do what I can with my own hands. I have the feeling that less resources should be available to those who need it more than simply not being good at magic aids. That's what it is for people with disabilities, medical schools, schools, etc.

It also seems that the nobles of the Wang capital were unfamiliar with the fact that there are more statuses to acquire magic guides.

Rich patrons support it, so the research goes on, and the results are widespread in general… I understand the fact and importance of it, but I couldn't help but have it just to show off the finest magic equipment I wouldn't even use.

Somehow, I get it. This kind of thing won't be something you can change anymore because it's a physiological problem. Even I know how great it is, such as a luxury car that costs tens of millions of yen, but even if I have it, it's a burden.

"You're not originally for nobility," I wonder how long it's been bothering you before it got funny. Adelaide, who would donate to the laboratory but would not buy it that way, said she was also a little distant from the production side. From them, they seemed a little lonely that they didn't seem to recognize the fruits of their work and didn't mean it.

I was blurring about that looking at the curtains that seemed pleasant to the wind, and the door was knocked modestly.

"Want a drink?

When I opened it, a mark stood on the tray with two cups of hot air on them.

"I always see it, so I know where the tea leaves are. I let you use it on your own."

The general direction seems to have come together, so I came to see how things were going. I was happy with the care and thanks for the tea Mark made for me... relieved by a warm drink, although not cold. Mark sat across the street from me sitting on the bed pulling a chair and mouthing his tea himself.

We were both silent for a while and had a sip, but Mark talked out the potpourri.

"... it was just the first time I heard it. Neither the spirits nor the invitees have been in this country for a long time, so naturally."

Keep looking worried as you look at my barefoot feet down to the edge of the bed.

"I was also talking to my teacher about how strange it was that all those other injuries healed so quickly that only those legs couldn't heal. Indeed, it was the worst place to get hurt from the beginning. It didn't seem like healing magic was working these days either... but I didn't know that was the reason"

Really hey. I even let my teacher use magic for nothing. Put the drunk cup on the bedside table and have Mark's hand sit next to the pull. Mark wants to talk in the palm of his hand more than a magic guide. Palm it, forehead it, it's hard to talk across the street.

"You don't have to worry too much about the amount of gratuity or anything because Margaret will be in no trouble. More than that, it's a place to live... don't you want to get out of the woods yet?

Oh, why? Don't you want me to stay here? Not as good as before, but I wonder if I'm still anxious to leave.

When I wrote it in my palm, it got me thinking yeah.

"I knew it. Hugh said the magic influx of aggressive healing must be over, but I still saw it coming from the woods today. Maybe it's for healing fixation. Better not leave yet."

Hey, you didn't answer my question subtly. He spoke to me in a disgruntled way.

"No, it's fine now. However, both this mansion and the surrounding land belong to Mr. Adelaide personally. Master Adelaide will be old too, in ten years or so...... oh, don't cry"

Blurring and that's what the big tears came out on their own. Mark rushes to wipe it with his fingertips but there's no sign of it stopping... not that I never thought about it. It has always been so. Grandma, father and mother, even the one who got along in the apartment, they all passed away first.

But I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want Master Adelaide or Dr. Daniel to imagine that.

Always, they leave me.

"Sorry, that's not what I want to hear right now."

I couldn't stop crying. Mark gave me a hug. I'm sorry, I snort with a face I buried around my chest when I was told. I kind of have my tear glands loose today. Mark started talking when he settled a little in his grumpy, yet backless hands.

"... Lady Adelaide wished. He wants to cede some of the land close to the forest to Margaret."

When I looked up surprised, Mark looked down with a slightly troubled windy smile.

"After the death of Lady Adelaide, the land will return to the Count Dustin family again. Not while Walter's here. But you don't know what's ahead, do you? I don't think it's possible to be uncomfortable with 'invitees', but tell me you don't want to leave any worries behind.

For once, I think it would take the form of returning the land to the royal family and giving it to Margaret. You don't have to use anything else, you just have to keep living here. Just take it. To reassure Master Adelaide. "

For Master Adelaide... when am I on this guy's lap? Yeah, that, what's this called a knee hug? It's a lot of disappointing to hold, but oh, that?... and Mark. How could such a stuffed face come to mind? Now Mark buried his head in my shoulder.

"... I don't even want to think that Margaret might not have come to this world"

Please don't be gone, Mark whined in a disappearing voice. My painfully hugging arm is shaking small.

"I don't know how I've ever lived. My teacher picked me up, met Margaret... and that's where my life comes from."

I manage to move my hand and stroke Mark's hair in my tightly embraced arms in a voice that looks painful. The face I finally gave him is still spicy and distracted.

"... every time I wake up every morning, I think it's a dream. I'm just having a happy dream, and I'm still in the king's capital, and I'm just breathing."

Put your hands on your cheeks and pull them closer. Hey, don't look so lost and anxious. My forehead is also cold with cold sweat. I was worried about that even though I seemed so confident... that's why I always touch it to make sure.

I'm here, aren't I?

"I know... this is where Margaret is. But when I heard Hugh say it, it looked like he hit me in the head... I..."

'Hey, Mark. Did I ever tell you I wanted to go back to my old world?

……

'I can't help remembering, because most of my past is beyond. Twenty-eight years. But I cried the day I woke up here for the first time.'

"Margaret,"

"I knew my world was here. I cried a lot then... and my world ended. '

What can I say? How can I say this one reassures me? All I have is so much peace in this arm. Who knows what it's like to be “left behind"?

As always, the arms that don't loosen seem to hold rather than hold.

"And it seemed to me from the bottom of my heart to live here because Adelaide and the teacher and... Mark and you were there."

"... I was going to know that Margaret was looking anxious not because she wanted to go home, but because she was having trouble with the 'invitee' position"

You know that much.

"Still... Margaret, you did"

"Mark. You know, I never thought that my world would end so suddenly, in an instant. So I know how treasure every day I can be here right now... hey Mark, I like you. '

The surprised and distant face was only a flashy or a flashy look. Speaking of which, I never told you. I appear in Mark's blue eyes. That face of mine laughing with crying eyes tells me so plainly that I've never even seen it myself...... that I like this one.

Fit your forehead gently again. I'm sorry, I wasn't sparing a word.

"Love it"

I was really happy to be treated as a child and spoiled, I was just unfamiliar and confused. You always think best of me. Honestly, I don't think there's anything you can do to get me to do that, but I get poured, filled and overflowed every day with unquestionable favors.

"Margaret..."

"How do I tell you? I've dated someone before, but this is what I think... I've never been in love before and I don't know what to do. Hey, Mark, Dashi, '

The words were put back on my lips along the way.

The overlapping lips are light, deep, hot, and even take away the exhalation.

I didn't know a kiss would paralyze my head. I seriously thought it would melt down like this to a mouthpiece that was repeated with a long finger supporting the back of my cranky head.

... thing. What I heard faintly in the back of my dark hair scattered in combed hand movements was the sound of putting away the hair decorations that were removed at some point.

Just a few moments apart from the mouthpiece, Mark's eyes, back in his usual face, shoot me through sharper than usual.

"... Margaret, I love you"

The lips are told at the distance they touch each other and drown in the mouthpiece that is dropped again without having time to breathe. On a bed that collapsed without either, the powerful arm hugs to never loose and tangle. The words swallowed were spoken eloquently by their arms.

If you avoid your face to the sweetness and bitterness of a long mouthful, you will even be happy with that pain that creaks behind your neck. Fingertips that touch to make sure, lips that follow.

If I'm called in my ear and I open my eyes thinly, I'll hold my breath in the eye that's about to melt.

My eyes, cheeks, and neck muscles were so spoiled that there was nowhere untouched.

I wish I'd spoiled you. Oh, so that's what plundered my unclear head.