"... so how many times does Liz have to die?"
When I found out, my father was there, and he gave me a hard look.
Soon, Cecil, I've been put to sleep in your room, and the wounds heal beautifully and there's not even any pain. It seems my father used healing techniques, somehow, but I felt that way.
He's waking up and preaching early, Father, and he's really worried, and that's why he's angry. I don't know how long it's been since, but I didn't wake up inside, did I?
Because there's Cecil behind my father a few steps, and this one looks complicated at me. Worried, did you?
The wound is healed already, so I slowly wake up and check my body. Yeah, I'm getting dressed.... What if Mr. Cardina was making me change.
Then I'll look back at what's happened.
Jill poked the knife once in an assassination attempt. Once during an attempted kidnapping. As good as the duel wasn't in jeopardy, this one is... well, dying for once? Is it? I think it's an injury level.
Or me, isn't it too scratchy? If I didn't have healing skills, I wouldn't be able to go to your wife by now.
"This is the third time, including Jill's, right? It's okay, because I knew it wasn't fatal."
"... I'll tell Jill."
"Do it! Don't do that! They're gonna piss me off!
Jill can be seriously angry when he grins and when he's angry without a look on his face. I'm scared of all of that, but even though faceless can never be directed at me, it pisses me off with a smile and a serious face.
Maybe this time he gets seriously, seriously politely angry, awfully angry. I'm absolutely pissed off at Jill for telling me to refrain from reckless behavior but it hurts less than six months later. That's all I want to avoid.
"Am I good and Jill is no good... eh"
My father was shocked by the glance he was pointing at.
... No, because, right? There's not much my father would really be mad at me... or I've never been. My father takes care of me, so kindness stands out rather than fear.
Jill is, of course, sweet and cherishes me...... yeah, because if I get angry, I'm scared and I stain myself in three years. So do you say Jill is the best person you don't want to get mad at?
Cecil was staring at me with her eyes round, trying to keep Jill from spreading.
He said he was dying.
"Oh, because I'm pretty vulnerable to danger. He's about to be assassinated, or killed by a kidnapper."
There's nothing I can do about this one because I have a fault too, but you've come to feel like you're in danger about once a year. It's punishment that hurts already.
Well, this time I'm in the shape of provoking you, Cecil, because you used magic... it would be each other.
"... sorry, great"
"Cecil, you have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry, too."
I've seen painful eyes, Cecil, but I could get a result a little closer to you, so let's just say it's good. It was a big risk, but it was over.
Still, I start to look kind of sorry for you, Cecil, and I smile and call you Cecil. I came to you honestly, apparently guilty, even though I reacted with great agony.
... I said I wasn't going to blame you.
"I don't give a shit. Because I'm fine."
Cecil told you, now try to gently put your forehead on and stick your forehead together, "Right?" And smiling, Cecil, you lean down as you are, shaking your shoulders into small pieces. Okay, okay, and I reached out and rubbed my back, and I shifted my gaze to my silent father.
My father seems to smile, but that's not what happened.
Why didn't Cecil tell me that your magic control was sweet? Cecil, I have no intention of blaming you for your injuries, but Cecil, it's more of a problem that you've caused yourself a hard time. Obviously this would be like a traumatic twitch.
"... Father, if you'd told me earlier, I could have dealt with any number of them."
"I can't tell Cecil I won't get permission for all this.... it'll be good enough, Cecil will talk to you too"
"I can't complain to my father when they say that. Ha... well, I lost a little blood, and I grew up."
"Dear Liz!
... Ah.
... No, no, why not. Why is Jill here? 'Cause Jill was in the mansion and he hasn't even told me yet.
In a cold sweat that begins to flow through my back, I stiffen my facial muscles and squeeze Cecil in my arms. Cecil, you stay with me... No, Cecil, I've been in your bed and I've been made to stay with you. That's good, nothing good. The question is, do you mean a squire who jumped in?
Jill, who jumped in through the door with a lot of momentum, doesn't peel off anything that glances at you, Cecil. But with my sharply narrowed eyes, I come closer with my anger exposed.
"Why are you being impotent! How many times do you think I told you not to do it!
"Hey, how do you know that?"
"It's a ring reaction, have you forgotten?"
"Ah,"
Shit, there it is. Because there is a connection, I have a general idea of where it is, emotions are flowing in,... this time I guess my danger has flown. I'm usually happy with it, but I regret why I wore it all this time.
A squire who cares so much about me is now very, very angry and in sermon mode.
When this happens, I have no choice but to apologize honestly. I'm not stupid enough to argue, because I'll never win.
"I told you to refrain from being reckless, remember?
"Yes, sir"
"Then why are you dying, that's crazy, right? Did you keep your promise?
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"
"Are you really reflecting? Do you understand? My worrying feelings."
"Oh...... sorry!
"Jill, I don't really like Liz,"
"Master Velph, please remain silent."
"Hi."
My father will back off with no enemies on Jill's sword screen. It was the moment when Jill > Father's inequality was established in me.
I knew from the beginning that I couldn't expect my father's help, so my father doesn't care anymore. I hugged you, Cecil. I also notice a tremor coming out of your body that can be transmitted to you, but I can't help it.
Cecil, I hear you're telling me straight that I'm scared of Jill's anger, and I've come to show you my wet eyes in tears with my face up that I was putting on my shoulder.
The first time I've seen it, a pure eye without hostility. I'm fine, I'll whisper in a whisper and laugh as I cramp. What scares me is the tremor.
Jill is very angry at Jill, and for some reason she sees us both and is even angrier, or she looks kind of tired going through it at the earliest.
"You don't even have to take me to the city for the time being. I thought I'd calm down around the corner and give you permission to go out."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Please forgive me for that! I want to go shopping with Jill!
"Be cautious in the mansion when you're done with your work."
"Jill, forgive me, there's a reason for this."
"I guess. But you can't."
"Jill Ugh"
Awful. To the habit of knowing all that wanted to go out there. Nearly forty times I asked you to turn me down. To my habit of knowing my dissatisfaction, boredom and despair. Even though this injury has nothing to do with permission to go to the city, it's terrible, Jill. I'm going to cry already.
"... the weird one"
Cecil shrugged small at me for being sad about Jill's unwilling punishment.
... It's good, Cecil. I'll get along and play with you. I feel like I can get along with you if I try harder, Cecil. Jill's mean.