An hour after His Royal Highness left our house (or drove him back because he was trying to stay willingly), Jill came home. It's a misplaced form.
"Welcome home, Mr. Jill,... What's up?
"What?"
When I picked him up on the doorstep, I noticed a distinct difference in expression from where I was going. A face that doesn't float, or is it the right expression to plug it in? I'm pale. There doesn't seem to be any fatigue about going to the castle.
Tilt your neck properly in the eyes that don't match your age.
"Something wrong?
... puts exploration into the identity of discomfort so as to exhale.
Perhaps belly art is impossible for Jill right now. Because you shake your eyes and expose your amazement to my words.
She understands what I'm trying to say. Jill immediately returns to her usual gentle smile. It was easy to see that it was taken over the steeple. I don't look very good either.
"I was just scolded a little, about work."
Especially for reasons. But I don't think that's all, though.
To lie successfully is to mislead the truth into the lie. It's not about lying at all, but how uncomfortably you reconcile lies with truths, covering what you really want to hide.
... Well, if the in-depth reading is off, it would be great.
There was no reason to stick my neck in someone else's situation, and I just returned it to Jill and her mother.
The roar happened that night.
I woke up during my toddler's greedy sleeper, and I got thirsty, so I headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Well, I can't even get it out myself, but I need to go out of my way to use magic in the mansion. That doesn't matter.
Return from the kitchen. I call it a house, but my parents are noble, even if they rot. No, it's not rotten, and I know it's glorious... but it's quite a long way from home.
I was careful in the moonlight so I used a little light magic to create the lights and tried to get back to my room...... and from somewhere, I heard a low sound.
Low sounds like crawling on the ground, I realized that was roaring before proceeding to walk closer to the audio source.... No, I didn't want to get close, but my room was on that side.
Nature and my spine shook up in a voice that wasn't there when I went.
"... intruder, there's no way."
I think you'll notice someone guarding the outside, but there's a pretty competent person on patrol. Besides, I think there's a better chance I can hook you up and use you because your father is setting a trap. Unless it's too much hand work.
Me walking into my room frightened inside, determined to beat the magic out of me if I had to... I could no longer hear the low roar.
Instead, now a sobbing voice. No way, there are no ghosts or anything like that. No, we don't have a corpse or an undead, I don't think so.
"... right,"
"... Huh?
What reached my ear, which was half frightened, was a voice that grew accustomed to hearing. The plundering voice shivers slightly in the hallway.
"... Mr. Jill?
That said, there was a room in the back of my room that I was renting to Jill. I can hear voices from the back, and the conditions match.
Slowly, pass your room so you don't make footsteps, and go to Mr. Jill's room.
Jill's room was inadvertently unlocked and the door was half open. It's convenient for this one, but I'm in a complicated mood that if it wasn't open, you wouldn't even hear it.
With all due respect, Jill was lying in bed when I peeked her face in between the doors. I'm just trembling when I hit the back of my head frequently if I'm stuck.
... Oh well. Jill does things like my master, but he hasn't even welcomed the adult ritual yet, and it's no exaggeration to say he's a child (I don't know if I'd say so). He's still a good age to be childish, and spending a lot of time with his parents is normal.
But Jill, I don't know the details, but he teaches magic to children like this in a part-time role as a magician.
Not the in-laws I could have told you, but Jill, too, is smart and burdensome enough not to be a child. It wouldn't be strange if some bounce exploded dissatisfaction. For example, yes, to cut off something that seems to have been a magical conductor today, or something.
Honestly, there's nothing I can do about that. Maybe, no, eighty-nine. I'm also the cause of stress. It must be because of me.
So what are we going to do? I may be thin, but I don't have the help to save him. I think it's better to look at the people who suffer in front of you and stay away from them if you want to reach out, but there's no way to do so. It's better than throwing it in half.
"... no, it's... I want to..."
You're dreaming nasty, Mr. Jill, trembling with a grudge.
... It's easy to get acquainted here. You should go home to your room like nothing happened.
"... I... Shh, shh, shh"
Oh, already.
I slip my body sneaking through the door, biting my lips.
He's not a sick man, he has no hope of saving him. I'm just stuck in nightmares. And now I'm unconscious. Whatever I do for a second, you don't understand.
"... uhh..."
I'll come closer to Jill, who keeps getting stuck.
Now dressed in simple clothing, Jill has long green hair scattered around her sheets, apparently loosening her hair. If it weren't for this situation, I would have had a colour that didn't suit my age.
"... perhaps it would be advantageous"
Thank you for being my mother's child at a time like this and for being cute and stuck in the study. Good to see the healing book.
There was no cure on the rocks to get rid of the nightmare, but you can do it if you want to restore your health.
Sickness is a matter of concern, you say, and flesh and spirit are intimately connected. If balance is maintained evenly with both, then nothing happens.
This time I am weak from the spirit. So maybe it's a little bit now, but the flesh is about to be attached. Touching your forehead with your little palms is a little hot. I guess the tiredness I was accumulating was also helping me in a disgusting direction.
"Heal."
Let the abundant magic pass through the surgical ceremony with delicate treatment so as not to go wrong. There's nothing wrong with it, just a little bit of a cure to get fit. It's not enough to fix a major injury, boulder.
The magic instilled slowly is healed by the technique. Well, it's not that big of a deal, it's enough to take a little fatigue and lower it to flat heat.
At the end of the day, you can't expect the effect, but you can also do the magic trick.... Actually, it's not that big a deal, I just said it like that. Sorry. It's superstitious enough to exorcise me. It's powerful enough to believe. I was wondering if you could turn off your nightmares.
Applying the healing technique to the best of my ability only soothes Jill's expression a little. I don't know what I got for it, but I think it's only gotten a little easier.
"... it's okay, already"
Touch your head to avoid irritation as much as possible with a slow motion, and borrow the handkerchief that was on your desk to muck your forehead. It's going to happen if you shake it too much, so this would be the place.
It wouldn't be a good idea to get cold from a sleeping sweat, so I put a towel kettle on Mr. Jill that fell from repeated turnovers, satisfied. Yeah, I did something like a coping therapy that I could do at this stage. I worked hard to be a child's flesh. I worked hard. Let us leave this to his spiritual strength no more.
"Good night."
Toddler flesh on boulders is craving sleep again.
While concealing the great absences with my hands, I left the room the same way I did when I came.... Tomorrow, today for the date, I hope you're feeling better.