The next day, Jill turns her usual smile to me as if nothing had happened and tells me, "It's time for sorcery."
You were okay, at the same time you thought so...... Jill looked like she was smiling like she was in trouble for some reason. The usual grin and shape are the same. The angle of the mouth depicting the soft arc also goes with the same narrowed eye.
So why did you think this?
And as usual, there was a slight change in learning magic.
It's unusual, but Mr. Jill came stroking his head.
It happened only once when I first started learning. But it's because of the way I received it, but I insulted him quite a bit by treating him like a child, and he was a child, so I had no choice but to be stroked.
Today's is not about, um... treating me like a child, or loving me like my fathers. I wonder what it is,... it feels more like Jill is touching me for something than for me.
I thought you remembered yesterday, but as far as I checked yesterday, I wasn't conscious. Then what is it?
In the end, I didn't know why I touched it, and that day's class came to an end.
"Liz, we have a letter for you."
When I got home, me and Jill got a call from my father early on home. It is unusual for me alone to be called together by both Rabbit and Horned Jill.
...... letter.
Yeah, I have a bad feeling about it. No, no, no. You can't call me yesterday today, can you? In one day, Your Majesty, I'll persuade you to deliver a letter, or... if you could, Your Highness. The letter should be delivered to his subordinates, and the castle should be brought here. Anything can be delivered by magic.
"From Your Highness."
I accidentally put "yes," in my mouth. My father seems happy with his father, or he seems to smile. Think of it as other HR......
I'll take it honestly, being careful not to frown on my father.
Should it be opened here? Well, if you really want to invite me, I'll have to talk to my father.... makes your father seem more fun, absolutely.
"... what does it say?
"Your Highness's birthday party."
The contents opened and removed with a paper knife are: an invitation. It seems to be autographed by His Highness and is still a childish word.
If you want to summarize the text, yes, but come on, right? The second one, which was overlapping, has a formal invitation. This way alone will convey your intentions well...
"It's that time of year... Your Highness has grown."
"Dad's coming too, right?"
"That's why I'm invited... or because I'm a castle-serving nobleman."
"... why did you personally send me an invitation, Your Highness"
"Well, that's a sign of His Royal Highness's nasty favor."
Does that bully mean poor, or healthy, Father?
Sure, Your Highness, it looks pathetic, but the future will probably be sturdy. Maybe. If it's the latter, that's what my father says there's no prospect. No, it's weird what I say about the party.
I dare not have romantic feelings for Your Highness at this stage, no, I'm a child...
"Oh yeah, Jill, it's a letter to you too"
"... to me, is it?
Jill, who was blinding us to our exchanges, is suddenly being told something even more sobering. A boulder, a man in front of his father.
Mr. Jill, I was looking at your father like he didn't think a letter was coming or something.
"From the Viscount."
In one word, I could see that Mr. Jill had frozen.
Receiving a letter somewhere with a blue face, Jill stares at her father with a strong expression. Father was staring back at Mr. Jill with a quiet eye.
It was Jill who became unbearable.
Punish the letter into nostalgia, bow your head and leave. The upset was obvious from my eyes.
"... Father, who are you referring to the Viscount?"
"He's Jill's real father. A man named Alberto-Savan."
Viscount...... was it second from the bottom that it was indeed a title. Pretty good blood muscle, I knew it. Because I said it was physical and verbal, and it seemed like it would be good from growing up.
We are the Marquis because of it. I hear my father doesn't care about the title, but he inherited it.
But even if a letter came from my real father, he wouldn't have that face.
"I won't say it because it's cowardly to say it from me, but Jill and Alberto don't fold well. Sometimes my personality is the opposite... well, ask the person for more information sooner or later"
"... ok"
"If Jill looks spicy again, you should help him. I'm not impressed with waking up and wandering around in the middle of the night."
... was broken. I was holding back the reaction as much as I could and exercising magic. You're talking about Father Boulder, or you're not putting up No. 2 at Dade's Magic Inn.
... Jill hasn't noticed, has he? It's something I do on my own, and it's complicated even when people notice it. I'm not going to thank you.
"You can handle a lot of magic now, that's great."
A little grin overflows my father, who smiles and sneezes his head to blow the dark air. But I have a cup in my head of how Jill was earlier....... Are you okay, Mr. Jill?
Even that night, Jill was stuck.
"... Ya, meh..."
Mr. Jill pleads for something like a saying. It's a pretty nasty nightmare, or you're making me blush and sweat cold. The more painful this one is watching.
Thought this would happen thinly, I would softly break into the room and bewitch, just like yesterday.
I know it can't be anything like a nightmare unless you really get some rest, and get rid of the cause. And the cause is not a good thing to mouth out of me.
All I can do is muddle you with an unusual amount of sweat, Jill.
"Ah,...... Huh!
"Hih!?
The moment you put the towel against Jill's forehead, Jill jumps up. Bit, I was surprised... I thought something was up. I was really surprised because I opened my eyes with an amazing face.
Jill had been out of breath ever since she jumped up. Then they noticed my presence, peeling my eyes in a different way.
"... why, Master Liz...?
"Uh... I was stuck, so I followed"
"... even yesterday, right?"
"... Hi"
"I knew it, because I felt Liz's magic."
Looks like he was able to figure it out. Well then, sleep is shallow when dreaming, so it wouldn't be strange to know as much as the signs. If you feel my magic, even more.
"... uh, okay, is it?
"It's okay, because I just have bad dreams"
That's what I say and smile at you, Jill.... People who aren't okay say they're probably okay. Because I can see that you look pale now.
You can see it when I see it, so it's a habit that I know more about myself. Still, Jill doesn't want me to look weak.
Nothing, I'm not asking you to rely on me. For Mr. Jill, he's an employer's child, just a teaching student. Because it doesn't matter.... but for a little while, you can stop being patient.
"... Jill."
Gyu, and hold the small body to the thin boy's body of the line.
Turn to both eyes of amazement and smile as soft as you can.
"I'm not scared."
Slowly demonize the procedure and slowly convert it as a cure.
To twitch and become familiar with Mr. Jill's body, so as to eliminate even fatigue and pain. Fear and everything, melt, let it be calm.
I was surprised and confused at first, Jill, but I could see my emotions gradually creeping out of my eyes.
I did, and I turned my hand around my back, on my neck like I wanted. Attract it as it is and invite it to a thin chest. Your Royal Highness seems to like this, what is it about these puffy breasts?
I understand that Jill, who was but remained, made her jump frightened in her arms. It's okay, Peppa.
"... it's okay"
I will inevitably have a back center of gravity, too, on Mr. Jill, who is going to collapse when he drifts, and avalanche with me.
Jill got on top, but it won't be a colorful development. Naturally, I look like this and I'm four years old. I'm sure Mr. Jill suspects it.
Push Jill's face near her heart so that she can lay back a little out of position and stay asleep.
The heart sounds, they say, are a rhythm that invites you to sleep comfortably. Every time Tonto and my beat passed on to Jill, I felt the tremor that was emitted was weakening.
... I really shouldn't have done this. My situational.
But you couldn't leave me alone, could you? It could be motherhood you left behind in your previous life.
As your heart contracts, take your back and slap. In a certain rhythm, tongue, tongue, tongue.
I remember being so calm when I was a little girl. Although it would be complicated for Jill to be made a child.
... and I dare say, I'm sleepy. Early Sleep Early Wake Up For a healthy child whose breakfast is the motto, it is painful in itself to stay awake until this time.
Gently carving my rhythm, groaning I was slapping my back with as much magic as I could... yeah, there's no way I could beat a sleeper.
It was the next morning that I realized I had accidentally fallen asleep.
"... Nyuu..."
Me, blurry but conscious, came up with a twist of a little bird.
Your body is still dormant and your eyelids won't open inside. I mean, I don't want to open it.
Hmm?... When did I go to bed?
Slowly moving his lid while very sleepy, his green eyes stared at me with a gentle look.
"Good morning, Master Liz"
"... Jill, oh dear, oh dear...?
"You must be tired, right? It's a good time to stay asleep."
Jill's finger enters her loose hair and strokes her hair. Combined gently and politely, that indescribable feeling of comfort invites me to sleep even more.
Tong, tong, and he slapped me on the back like a flashback,...... hmm? This is what I did this night, isn't it?
Shake off the feeling that you're going to be dragged into sleep and put your strength into your eyelids.
I have Jill with a calm smile in my eyes. My posture is changing, and now I'm in a situation where Mr. Jill holds me tight.... That, that?
"... uh, why was Jill up and observing me?
"You're young while you're asleep," he said. I've never known you to wake up tongueless. "
"..."
I need to fix this habit, do you think I'm going to get really fuzzy when I wake up on a tired day? I mean, why are you tired? I am.
"Oh, you better not be forced to get up, because it looks like you've been turning magic to healing all night"
... all night or something. I am surprised by the fact that it is possible to control itself. And you held it well. My magic. Well done, though I haven't even got my body ready yet. Me too. I hope it's not overloaded by magic conversion...... no, should I dare to work out the load?
Indeed, Mr. Jill is right, his body is a little heavy. Have you exercised too much magic? You'd be getting control sweeter because you were asleep.
"... Jill, are you okay?
"Heh heh, I'm fine. Master Liz has calmed me down."
Mr. Jill takes my hair with a soft grin and squirts it with his fingertips. Jill is also letting her hair down and play on the sheets. That's colorful again? It's not the color tone that kids of primary and secondary school age still get around the border.
"... why would Jill cuddle?"
"It's payback. This will calm you down, won't it? And, Liz, I like it because it's a child's temperature."
"It's a child.... or stop, it really makes me sleepy"
"That's why I'm doing it. Sleep tight and restore your magic."
I whisper so in my ear, and Mr. Jill's palm covers my eyes. If you think you've felt a little bit of Jill's magic,... that, sleepy... oh, forced, I'm going to put you to sleep, so... or if you tell me first...
The sleeper hits me abruptly and sinks me into the swamp. My consciousness was forcibly powered off, feeling the feeling of falling off as it drifted.
A few hours after that, my father, who came to wake me up sleeping with Mr. Jill, found me stuffy, another story.