If you do this a lot of times, you'll get used to it. I know it's all an experience. If I had taught it many times, I could gradually grasp how to teach it efficiently and the habits of the person.
That seems to be the same over there, and it makes me pretty close to him for grabbing my personality. In other words, because my vegetables had been exposed in my previous interactions with Ruby, there was no majesty or anything. I'm a little dissatisfied with this place, but it would be nice if you got used to it.
Everyone who was somewhere nervous usually treats me when they find out I'm just a little girl. Or I feel adored, as a child.
If you go tell me, "Liz, do you want some sweets?" Or "Take a good nap with your brother, be there". The latter was later beaten up by Mr. Loran, but he still seemed to enjoy getting along.
Mr. Klaus, who was subtly inclined, now has a fairly softened attitude and honestly takes classes and talks moderately. I think he was a novice tundelle today.
Well, I was relieved that things were going smoothly, but that didn't last long. Peace has broken down by a matter that neither I nor the Knights have caused.
Classes once or twice a week. I can't deny how it feels to be fed with sweets by older people all the time these days, but I appreciate it teacher time because there is no sin in sweets. Oh, I'm having a proper class.
I guess it will be such a relaxing time today, when I go to the Knights gathering in anticipation... the moment I get in, tingling and irritation comes to my skin. It's not physical, but I've learned the illusion that needles sting my skin.
When I rub my skin against that feeling, which is similar to static electricity, and I approach the place where you gather, you are all talking with a serious face about how you have not noticed this way. That cheerful deputy captain, Mr. Kurtz, was also frowning with a serious look.
When you see clearly what's wrong with eavesdropping while understanding it, "Didn't you come in the next few decades" or "Can we handle it?" that kind of conversation hooks you up.
… I can understand that something is going on with less information.
"... what is wrong with you?
When he concludes he won't know until he hears any more, and throws his voice, his gaze simultaneously turns toward this direction and he unwittingly retreats. I felt just a little scared, not with the warm eyes I could always direct, but with my eyes full of pride and security as a Knights.
They see that I've become frightened, and although you all return to your soft eyes, I can't hide the strengths of my expression. There is a slight mix of distressed glances as to where to go.
"Uh, Miss Liz.... uh... Captain, I got it."
"... Miss Lisbeth, I've stopped training in magic for a while."
"Eh,"
My eyes go round to Mr. Loran's dialogue in response to Mr. Kurtz's weird pass.
All of a sudden, what is it? Then you're just asking me to come and tell you, and if my client says it's good now, I'll follow suit.
It's just abrupt and I want to know why. There's no doubt that the disturbing atmosphere they're having right now is involved.
"There are a few things going on here. As soon as I'm done with my errands, it'll help if you tell me."
"Yeah, I don't mind that..."
"... you're not willing to let Miss Liz join you. Well, I don't know."
"... I think it would be more certain if you could help me."
"Huh?"
When I heard Mr. Kurtz and Mr. Klaus say something that might be a hint, it was where Mr. Loran was staring at them and shrinking. Mr. Klaus has a horn of rhesus, and his eyesight is what keeps Mr. Kurtz, nearly ten years old, quiet.
"You guys, come on. … this is the situation, don't worry about it"
"Yes, sir"
You know I'd be extra concerned if you told me that, but still, Mr. Loran would build a wall to push me away.
I don't want you to get involved with me, but it would help if I let you in.... Somehow, feeling unspeakable anxiety, I lowered my brow and held my fist.
"Liz, vacate the house for a while. I asked for Ruby and Selene."
And that anxiety didn't just end within the Knights.
I grabbed my shoulder when my father rushed over to the lab like he was in a hurry.
I've always been an eagle fried or run away, tea eyed person, but not at this time today. It's a serious look, and I don't see it anywhere like the casual look I usually give it.
There have been similar expressions before.
Yes, then, in front of the rebellion.
"... where are you going?
Suddenly my anxiety increased, and I withdrew the hand on my shoulder, and now I clasped.
This position is similar to holding, but my regular father would be happy to hug me, but it's just the way it is today. No kidding, sincere and for some reason hard eyes poured on me to stir up anxiety.
It's a little wild.
"... it's not another revolt, is it? Something dangerous?"
"There's no way there's going to be another rebellion or anything on the boulder. Well, just a little errand."
I shook my head at the rebellion, Father.
... but I don't see any willingness to deny anything dangerous. I mean, throwing yourself into something dangerous. Sometimes it's about the Knights, maybe it's about that. Maybe my father has stopped me from talking to the Knights.
Something's happening that I don't want you to get involved in.
"... absolutely, please come back"
"You bet."
My body tries to stop my father from sewing on its own to this unspeakable sense of anxiety. My body was trying to hang on to my father even though he was saying things like sending them out with his mouth.
Even if I did, I knew it would only embarrass my father. I have to let go, still the warmth of my father is hard to let go of, and close to burying his face in a successful chest.
Just for a little while, please leave your father to himself. Let me show you my father who might go to a dangerous place.
He also sensed that I was aware of something, and whispering gently, "It's okay," he held me tight.
And unfortunately, out of concern, after dropping off my father, I went back to the lab... and Cecil was dressed differently.
I usually spend time in classy clothing, which is troublesome and appropriate when it's a lab. Even abbreviated robes only tie their sleeves and weave feathers off their shoulders.
You, Cecil, were just about to go somewhere wearing the magic master's coat, which is also processed for action.
"... Mr. Cecil?
"Hot."
When I see signs of disturbance here, I look down at you, Cecil, and I look away with a face that just says, "Yabe." Even Ruby can tell you're hiding something.
Give it to me. Give it to me.
Don't worry about it.
"I care"
Everybody's going somewhere, and you've decided not to worry about having such a bad feeling about it.
"Uh, uh, sorry, Liz, I need you to fix this magic book. You know how to do this? Do the repair at home for a while. You don't have to come to the Inquisition for the time being."
"... why?
"Because it's good"
Forgive me for frowning at a soft, yet objectionable tone that I would tell my child.
Why is everyone trying to hide it from me? Is it something you can't tell me, something you shouldn't let me know?
Reasonably, I can be convinced. The only reason the warrant is laid so that I don't know is because if I do, I'll try to stick my neck in. I don't like the rush, but I'll do something extra to help.
Even if I know that, I'm not convinced of my emotions. I'm sure they're all trying to do something dangerous, but I can't believe I'm the only one who can deceive and cover it up with a false peace.
"... Mr. Cecil. Cecil, do you remember what you used to say?
"What?"
Bite your moisturizing lips and you'll eat your teeth all the way in. If you suck, you'll bleed. I'll stick my teeth up your lips with the added and subtracted force, and I'll look straight up at you, Cecil.
"Cecil, you said you'd be more anxious not to tell me, right?
'Don't you think it's easier to keep your mouth shut or something?
Sure, Cecil, that's what you said. Don't let me know anything. You saw me confused without knowing why, Cecil, and you defended me that way.
What will you do with the same thing over and over again, Cecil? If you saw Cecil back then, you'd be denied it.
When you expose the pan to your face and stick it to your chest, Cecil turns into a look that clogs your throat all the time. Slowly he becomes a glimpse of the gritty eye, and a whine mixed with "uh," or "damn," or something close to tongue-beating strikes his ear.
"... okay, yeah already... I didn't know you knew how they felt now"
Cecil, who disturbed himself with his fingers to scratch the delicate silver thread and held his forehead to grasp it with his palms, was a slightly more relaxed voice.
I know what I said I couldn't. But if anything happens without being informed, I regret not hearing about myself then and not being able to do anything.
"There's a bunch of demons in the neighborhood."
"... demons"
Words I'm not used to hearing are to the extent I've heard them a few times. An organism with magic, present outside the outer walls.
The only thing I have to read in a book is now approaching me?
"It's normal for a few of them to show up in the vicinity of demon-sheltered streets. That is immediately crusaded. Unless there's a stronger individual, there's no danger."
"... but he said the Knights and Father would be driven out"
"Right,... just like you imagined. It looks like there was a massive invasion before we were born."
Cecil, my cheeks tense naturally, too, to a word zero from your thin lips.
Massive invasion.
I asked Mr. Loran once. Before I was born, he said it happened once. The magicians and knights were sent quite a few sacrifices, but they retreated.
It was a perception to me that if that happened frequently, the country would not be made, and even if it happened, it would be enough to happen on a hundred-year basis for decades, if it was bad.
... is that, by the way, now?
"It hasn't been made public yet, and even when it comes to large herds, it's divided into several herds. That's why I slap him before we join him."
"... so my father"
"To crusade, a platoon of war-torn demon leaders and knights is moving ahead. You're at Velph's and Lorraine's, and they're calling me."
"... so everyone"
"I want to keep you out of danger."
Cecil, with a soft tone like a dramatic one, shows you out of company in the dark.
... Why, it's all just me. Even though I can fight, I can handle a wide range of things because I have more magic than the magicians around here. Even attack magic can be used.
"Cecil, aren't you a child yet? How come it's just me?"
"... you, are you aware of the woman? She's the eldest daughter of the Adelshans."
"No, even Mr. Fiona is a woman, and Cecil, aren't you Steinbert's stepchild!
If I say no, Cecil, you can't, even though you're the heir to the Duke's house. I'm a woman, so I don't even know if I'm going to succeed her, and Ruby's here.
I was unconvinced and grabbed the fabric around the chest barn and looked up, a very troubled face. Still, I don't see myself willing to give in.
"How come it's just me,"
"... Liz, you're still an apprentice. You know, you're under the protection of me and Velph.
"Eh,"
... I know that.
I just got in, and I don't have much work to do. There's no dangerous work coming around, no control of the criminals I expected, no easy demon crusades outside, and Cecil, the days of helping on your side.
I know who was handing that to.
But, but.
"I've been here for years, and it's not like I don't have any experience crusading demons. Not like you.... you're inexperienced, and you're not stable enough to hurt a creature"
To that word, I was struck again by my weakness.
"... if there's a full-scale invasion, you'll be driven out too. Hope there's nothing going on, man. Please."
To me for losing my words, Cecil, you whisper gently, sounding close to a plea, but holding me in hesitation.
... Soon, you've grown up, Cecil. Cecil, who grows up soon enough, was stretched to a back length almost the same as Jill. And I'm sure it'll be bigger.
I feel like I've been stuck growing up.
If this hand goes away, Cecil, you'll already be gone. Both my father and Mr. Loran traveled through me. Cecil, you're gone, too.
I couldn't help but regret that I was so weak, and I put my forehead on your chest, Cecil, and bit my lips into impudence.