About two weeks after the fever, most of the fever was also drawn to the point of slight heat. Though the heat is not completely removed, you can move around, and you can do anything with Ruby and the knight in your spare time. It's time before Jill finds me and takes me back to bed, though.
That's why the full speed was approaching, but it didn't mean that anyone who would give me a leg to visit would be interrupted.
"Cecil, it's you."
Thoughts are about as hot as turning around firmly, so I was getting tired of sleeping and reading books in bed informing me of visitors. Maria, who grew up to be a beautiful girl maid, was brought here by a boy she was used to seeing.
I come this way with a frightened face against my tendency to read with a frightened face. And a box I'm not used to seeing in that hand.
Looks like you're feeling a lot better.
I sat on the edge of getting out of bed with a huge stall over my shoulder because I was going to be pissed off if I didn't. Cecil, you come close and put a mysterious box on the table on the side and something twirling with a beautiful cloth on top of it, you loosen your eyes as if you were just a little relieved to see my complexion.
"Well, you haven't completely taken the heat yet, but you can run around!
"Stop it, Aho."
"Want."
I tried to circle your room to try it, and the moment I showed you how to stand up, it sank with a decopin.
If you complain about the mild pain and complain with your gaze, "I'm sick, but I'm terrible," Cecil, you also come back plainly saying, "If you're sick, I'll rest," and you just have to whisper. I can't say it back because I knew it was thin on boulders.
Cecil, who made sure I grew up and then pulled a nearby chair and sat down, I zero my sigh across the street.
"I don't know what it's like to be free from heat. It's hard."
"Cecil, have you been through this?
"Old times. I had a fever every day, and I was left alone, so I thought I'd die."
"Mr. Cecil..."
... Cecil, you're bluntly laughing, but that's very hard, isn't it?
When it was time to be abandoned, you'd be about ten years old since you met me. Probably due to the probability of developing the disease, it happened within a very young age.
A toddler who didn't even go at the end of the year was left alone all the time. I couldn't even do my body, but I kept enduring it all by myself, I can't believe it.
Even at this age, Cecil said you couldn't help but feel sick and lonely, and you were alone within a smaller age.
When I think about it, I find myself disgusted with the Steinberts, who were cruel in their way, and besides that, Cecil, your treatment is sad.
To me lowering my eyebrows and leaning down, Cecil, you came gently tapping a pong and a knob.
"Nothing, it's fine, it's filled enough now."
My dad also laughs and says it's because he now admits it's worth something, but I think it's odd that he won't love me because it's not worth it. Maybe it's because I'm having a peaceful brain miso.
"Horns on the rabbit, now it's good because it's fun. You get it?
"... yeah"
"You're gonna be a little faster, too, so just be nice."
"Yes."
Cecil, as far as you're concerned, I don't like it when you squirt any more, and I honestly nodded because they cut off the subject with puffiness on my cheek.
It's too late, Cecil, because you're so broken up, there's nothing more I can say.
Cecil, who breathed a slightly reassuring exhale into the air at me with a gradual return of expression, filled the box on the table with "yes," as I recall.
"It's a souvenir at last. Royal confectionery shop pudding"
"It's a pudding!
There are also stores in this world that sell confectionery, and a confectionery called pudding exists.
It's cup based confectionery related that's not something ordinary people can handle inside because of pottery and other things in it, Cecil, but what you brought is from a store that is top-notch among them.
Fiona told me that she existed and was trying to research the place and take the parents (Jill) to buy it. I can't believe you bought that on purpose......!
"I let it cool down with magic, so I can eat it right away."
"Eat -!
I replied cheerfully to such delight that I, Cecil, gave you a subtle glance at Ahoy child, who raised my hands rather than a metaphorical expression.
You don't understand, do you, Cecil? I love pudding. You can love both Kakai pudding and all pudding. However, I do not approve of pudding that can be easily served on a plate.
It's sad that Pudding has one word to say, and when he puts his chest up, he gets an even more frightened look back.
"... child or you"
"Cecil, unlike you, she's a child."
One foot ahead, Cecil. You're an adult, I wanted to see you, but you had a fever and you told me not to come, so I didn't go. In the first place, the ritual seems to be performed solely by the basic cleric and himself.
... Sometimes I wonder how old I've been lately, but I've already abandoned my adult consciousness.
I was so used to this body that my consciousness seemed to fit my body's age. If you stay in a young body all the time, the contents will also become young. Because you're going to be treated like a child from around you, and you're going to take that for granted.
I'm probably younger now than I used to be. But I also think this is a good idea. Somewhat healthier than having incompatible thoughts.
...... I'm young for fourteen, because the children of this world are only young enough to grow up early.
"... you're almost adult too, don't shake with pudding"
"Cecil, you should also remember that girls probably like sweets."
I won't tell you until I can feed you with something sweet, but I think the majority would be happy if I gave you something sweet.
Sweet stuff is happy food, I'm just taking it personally, though. But it melts the fatigue. Amaya sweets, luxury but I love it.
"I knew better when I saw you.... You're gonna get fat."
"Huh, have you gained weight? I couldn't eat much rice because of the heat, but the consumption was not moving..."
"No, I'm saying if you eat all the sweet stuff, you get fat. You better eat."
You haven't eaten a lot because of the fever, Cecil, and I grabbed your wrist to make sure it was thin. I don't remember being so distracted by the boulders.
It's weird and worrying, isn't it, Mr. Cecil? But I'm glad it's warm, so I'll keep it that way.
"So can I eat fast?
"Well, I bought it for you."
"Wow! Wow, there are four!
"You don't have a problem eating them all."
"I can't eat it on a boulder."
It may go in physically, but energy intake is unacceptable. My stomach fills with pudding, that makes me happy......
I can't eat four of them, but the sweets aren't hygienically long-lasting and don't make them. I think it's a little fine because it's heated, but the delicious food should be eaten within the delicious.
"I'll share it with Ruby. Maria, you don't have to hurry, so call Ruby."
"I'm in awe"
Then let's hem up our happiness. Does Ruby look like me, too? I like sweets, and I'm sure she'll be happy.
... I'm glad there's no mutans in this world, it won't be tooth decay or spills.
Maria will do me a favor and leave the room. At this hour Ruby will be reading books in his study, and it should be easy to spot them.
"Oh, I wish you'd brought a spoon."
"I've got it ready for you to say first. Here."
Cecil, if you open what's wrapped in cloth, a silver spoon will appear. There's no drain, is there, Mr. Boulder Cecil? I want to applaud you.
"Come on, Cecil, you, uh"
"Eat yourself."
"It's a corner, so I thought I'd feed you from the hand. I just have a spoon."
"You're an embarrassing imitation of people. Ha... Here."
Like feeding a chick, you spoon some sort of white fabric, Cecil, and close to your mouth. I couldn't wait to slip it into my mouth.
On the tongue, it is thick and loose, with a sweet aroma and richness transmitted directly to make the eyes naturally softer.
If it's hard pudding, it's yellow with lots of eggs, if it's soft pudding, it's white with lots of raw cream. This is the latter ratio.
Made with the best percentage that never turns into liquid but melts as much as I like in my mouth, this spread in my mouth without rolling it at the tip of my tongue.
The sweetness is not too hard to calculate, and then the richness has a lingering finish. If it's too sweet, I'll stick it in my throat, but this is an addition or subtraction that won't happen and I'll want more.
They also have vanilla beans in this world, which is used in just the right amount, so the scent also blows gently through the nose. An elegant flavour and aroma not because of a dispute like essence, but because of the luxurious use of real pods and grains.
When I say elegant flavors and meltdowns that don't persevere and make you want to eat your next bite...... haha, bliss.
"Hey, hi."
While I don't think I can swallow it, I can't even say how I feel about not losing what's in my mouth, so I swallowed it and then honestly felt it.
You don't need any decorative words you don't need. I'm not even going to make a big critique like a gastronomer. Delicious, limited to this.
You couldn't beat the pudding you ate. When you accidentally narrowed your eyes and melted your face, Cecil, you were moving your gaze all over the place like you were in some trouble.
"Thank you, Mr. Cecil. It's delicious."
"You're welcome."
"More -"
"Get on with it, ho"
I want a second round, and when I open my mouth, I subtly pull my cheeks together, Mr. Cecil. No? And when I leaned my neck, he tied my mouth to a single letter and gritted it for a while before resuming the meal to my mouth.
"... uh, look, eat"
"Hmm..."
"... I feel like I'm feeding you"
I have a strong feeling about words that whine in a good way, like, do they look that way after all rather than being ridiculed?
Jill did the same to me, and that one feeds for fun, but it sure treats me like a little bird. Should I just chirp it out, maybe that's the way things are right now?
I said it with my mouth perfectly to try it and grabbed both ends of the stall on my shoulder with both hands and clamped it. It was just a yellow stall, so it feels like a chick.
He was distracted for a moment by my actions, Cecil, and you immediately dropped your fist bones with the hands of those holding a light spoon as you strayed from your gaze. Ouch.
I seem to have bought an unhappiness and was distracted and swept around with my fist, so let's just be honest and stop. I don't like it when only the part attacked swells.
"... go to sleep if you eat this"
"Yes. You look like your brother"
"You're a laborious sister. Hey."
Ooh, honey, if I hold you, you're gonna be pissed off, so I'll make it big, and I'll just take one quick bite.
I know you'll feed me, Cecil!
"Not at all..."
"Ah, Brother Cecil, it's you! Are you with my sister?
As I loosened my cheeks to the bliss carried to your mouth, someone stormed in expecting it to be time.
I thought Ruby would be here in a hurry because she loves sweets too.
"Oh, this is... because your sister is wasted"
"I haven't wasted a lot of time, though."
I didn't say anything about being that strong, it's precise. It was Cecil who fed me, so it's a sweet form to it.
Ruby loves you so much, Cecil, that he admires you with his brother. He seems envious of my situation right now. I'm sending Cecil a glittering glance at you with a trendy look on my face.
Mr. Tarougi Cecil, you lousy, upbeat Ruby. It's so easy to tell which one will win that it won't even be the subject of a bet.
"Look, Cecil, you, uh, give it to him."
"Why are you two like this..."
Guidance Cecil, you're vulnerable to our sister and brother, and when you whined, you held hands in a silent, ruby invisible position. I'm aware. I guess I'm of poor quality, but I'm not willing to abuse it.
Because Cecil, it's about when you're weak to be sweet on me in the first place. I'm always spoiling him. He's not the same character as Ruby, because Ruby is more of a priority.
"Ruby, take the pudding out and give it to you, Cecil?
"Yes!"
"Hey, I didn't know anyone would"
"No?"
Ugh, wet red balls beg at the top. Well, Cecil, it's self-evident that you can't say no.
"Gu... you guys know what you're doing..."
"Well, Cecil, why are you so sweet on Ruby?"
That would be now.
Besides, I know. When Ruby and I were alone, we laughed and stroked each other.
Ruby told me. He's teasing me after I snuck up on him, so I'm sure. Because Cecil is very vulnerable to people who honestly show favor.
"... Look, Ruby, over here"
"Yay."
"... hah..."
I'm subtly sloppy, but I don't hate you, and I'm fine.
Cecil, who reluctantly started feeding on the second feather, caught my mind when I opened my mouth too. Then do it. I got pudding into my mood, so I'm reasonably satisfied.
Ruby doesn't look happy, either, so Cecil, you're feeding Ruby without complaining one thing. You said if you were unhappy with me... this is the difference between Ruby and me.
We're both happy to have you fed, Cecil, by contrast. You look tired. Well, you were spooning in alternately, which, besides, sounds like mental fatigue.
But there are two puddings left, Mr. Cecil. It's still early for tiredness.
I thought...... but I'm going to put up with it alone because I don't eat too much on boulders.
"Two more things... yes, I think my mother could eat this."
"Oh, it won't be that heavy, and you'll be fine with your weight"
"I will."
My mother likes sweets, and she'll be happy. Plus, nutritional supplementation is important.
I was a little bored, so I'm gonna take out the pudding in the box to make fun of you here and entrust the pudding to Ruby's hand with a serious face.
Ruby, who understood it was the continuation of the morning, is sure to hold his expression tight and take care of the ceramic vessel. Well, I'm really Ruby, so you look adorable, but you don't know who you are.
"Ruby, I'm giving you a serious assignment. Would it be nice to bring this to your mother?
"Ra!
"Pray for a good fight."
"Shitsuji-n!
If you make Ruby hold the pudding consciously for the rest of the morning's Knight's Day - Battlefield's Herald Edition - he will also rise with a serious, but grinning face. I just called him not to fall on the back of Ruby, who ran out of your room with something (prin) to let him know about the war, and he grinned when he creaked at his brother's too cute.
Cecil, you're looking back at a series of interactions, but I don't care.
"You guys..."
"I've been playing with Ruby like this lately, like he's some kind of favorite."
"You're a no-brainer, you."
"I'm a knight. One way or the other, it's by the military. Cecil, would you like to join us? I'll give you a role as a staff officer now."
"Don't"
"Uh."
I think it's more fun than deception. It's pretty hard to think about situations, and I'm thinking about setting them right. I don't know what this is about, Cecil, but you don't understand.
I was going to draw you into a corner buddy, and I'm sorry.
Well, I knew I wasn't going to participate, so, um, I just pointed my lips in the shape, and I moved my gaze into the box.
Pompous, and only one left, ceramics.
"... there's one more left"
"You can do it to Velph."
"Dad, they won't be back till the day after tomorrow, because it's a lot of trouble."
"... sort of"
Father, he came home before this, but he says he's being chased by physical and paperwork post-processing.
If it's a small amount, it's still good to rot by leaving a large amount of demon carcasses and so on, but the smell of blood and meat makes demons that don't have anything to do with it. Aside from stripping the material, it looks like it has to be incinerated and buried.
That's why the number of demons this time was unusual. I think my father calmed down by burning it all at once, whether he was happy to be crusading on a plain through the woods. My father was troubled.
Well, even after such post-processing, it seems that we are very busy grasping the damage of the magician and doing the work that His Majesty pressed us to do. Looks like your father took you and Jill is helping you, too.
Because of that, Cecil, I hear you've come here after you've just finished taking care of yourself and helped to a certain extent. Sounds like you're one brainy Cecil to me.
"Well, then, Cecil, let's eat you. I'll feed you."
"Why didn't you eat it yourself earlier?"
"I thought I'd try to sweeten it. Cecil, I can't let you go."
"You know what?"
Heh, and although I'll try to be a pretty girl, I felt cold myself, so I stopped right away.
Instead, I take the last pudding and spoon, and I finally laugh and feed you Cecil.
"Yes, ahem."
"I can eat myself"
But Cecil, you take away the spoon and the pudding lightly and start eating the pudding without going through my hand. I've been subtly frowning since I put it in my mouth, maybe because Cecil you don't really like sweets.
"... ama. Don't want to eat like this often, it might be good for sugar supplementation..."
"There are also a certain number of boys who like sweets these days. I like Jill for what he did, and I like His Highness, too."
... Your Highness, you put your common name in your mouth, and then you remember what happened before this, and the words stop.
"... Liz?
"... ha-ha. … why does Your Highness like me so much?"
"What?"
Cecil, with your frightened eyes, I just have to lower my eyebrows.
Thoughtful, they may say so, but Your Highness's favor is probably real. I've been on my side since I was a little girl, and I've always been upright about my thoughts, so I'm sore about the emotions that I can direct right now.
It's not a child's pure, gender-neutral favor, Your Highness likes me as a woman and craves me as a partner. It's a straightforward expression of affection, which makes it easy to understand and troublesome.
"I am heavily aware that you are liked. But why do you remain fond of it? I think I'm a terrible woman."
I don't know why His Highness likes me.
At first, it must have been close to curiosity and longing. She was the type of girl who wasn't around herself, which is why I was attracted to her with interest.
I'm tired of time, too, that's what I thought.
But no.
Even now, Your Highness had a crush on me.
"... I can't refuse because I don't even know if I can respond, but I'm going to tell them my favor straight away.... I don't hate it, because. But that hurts your Highness."
"... are they going to sign up for an engagement as well?
"Right.... It's been ten years since we've met. Why do you like me so much?"
Yes, it's been ten years. The years when you can count critically with both hands have passed.
And I still can't believe His Highness still likes me.
Me, I only gave it back vaguely when Your Highness told me I liked it, and I wasn't bare and I was flushing it. I don't know if you want to give up on me or stay.
There are people out there who scold His Highness even if it's not me, there are plenty of well-behaved people, and there are so many cute kids. Why, I don't know if it's me.
Cecil, you just got a little sigh of sigh on me when I could put my hands together on my knees. Is it because I'm grumbling?
"... isn't that why you're so attractive?"
"... for example?
What's so fascinating about me? I don't know what that is.
"Do you want me to tell you? Tell Jill."
"Jill would like a little more objective opinions because he's going to praise and kill me."
"... only objectively."
I pushed you, Cecil, cough up and subtly put your nearly eaten pudding off my sight on the table.
"... Well, the family is good and the daughter of the head of the Magic Inn is an external factor. That alone is well worth it, and it goes well with His Highness Eurice."
The first thing that came out of your mouth, Cecil, wasn't my own charm. It was added as a position, and it's only my title.
Surely, if that's all you ask, you have a position enough to be greeted by Your Highness as queen. Though it's not the Duke's house, which is the top title, it's enough if you want to add new blood muscles.
The Duke family is basically remotely but a lineage that hits royal descendants, so a marquis would be nice if we were to incorporate new blood.
You know I don't want to hear that, Cecil. You go on, "Then".
"When it comes to your own charm,... you look pretty good, and you look small and tiny and cute"
"Small is superfluous."
I object there for a moment. I want you to say cute size, not small, I'd be pissed if I said little one or something.
Plus, I'm just a little low from the average adult female height in this world, and I'm disgusted to be told it's small. Just about one adult male fist and a little bit.... Yeah, a little bit, right?
A little more seriously, and I swelled my cheeks, Cecil, you just said, "Stand up."
He's probably trying to show me the reality, so the height difference that emerges when he stands up, even though he doesn't like it. Cecil, there is a heavenly edge of my head around your clavicle. Mr. Fiona would be around the jaw, so I'm going to be vain about a lot.
... because my mother gives me height and physique. My father's genes were used too much for his eyes and not for his back length.
"Look, you're actually small"
"... my breasts have grown"
"Besides, I don't need a report like that."
Even though this has grown, and if you are dissatisfied with sitting on the bed in the dew, Cecil will sit in the chair just as badly out of sight. You're shy there.
After a while of silence, I hear you worked hard to get your mind back together, Cecil. You just look at your face. Hope, and cough again.
"And when I say the abundance of magic is also fascinating, it's fascinating. Sometimes people like you can expect magic from their offspring."
"... something, it's not all about me. The family, the looks, the magic, thanks to my parents."
Cecil, what you said is not my story. It's a fascination for my storage and the environment in which I'm placed.
Maybe that's fascinating, but I don't think that's where His Highness was attracted. What did you think was good about my contents?
"... but your contents are my favorite factor"
"... where exactly...?
"I don't know if you're grown up or childish, and you're useless, and you're not well enough to make me squirm or make me squirm in strange places"
"Didn't you disparage that?"
Is it because of your mind, I think all the weaknesses have been mentioned?
Mm, and you frowned at me, Cecil, and you laugh bitterly, but you peek into me with a soft eye, and you slap me on the head.
"... but he's a family thinker and a friend thinker and he doesn't lack effort. Self-sacrifice can be intense, but I also think of my loved ones, and I know that's why. I think we should stop being impotent."
"... sorry"
"Reflect more"
Now I was so stuck on my cheek that I felt my chest warm up a little bit, even as I protested.
"... a guy who is occasionally childish and innocent, clumsy but hard working and gentle, weirdly caring and dull but hard working. … that's why you want to support me and keep it in your hands"
"... Cecil, you"
With a gentle voice, "You're the one who can't help it, you are," he whines, looking at his mouth with a gentle grin, and a grin also comes naturally to my mouth.
... When you say that, you feel kind of warm. It stinks, or mumbles, and it stinks. I never thought Cecil would tell me this from the front. [M]
To me, which is bland and misguides it with a grin at itching, Cecil, you turned your eyes round like you were taken aback for a moment, and then you turned to pussy.
"It's only an objective opinion."
"Hehe, do you want to keep it in your hands?
"So it has to be my subjectivity."
I know it's all not what you honestly think, Cecil. But I was wondering if you had that kind of warmth somewhat.
I want to support you, you told me, but Cecil, you're actually supporting me, aren't you? Even if I bother you a whole lot, you can help me.
I feel that Jill has a strong consciousness for wanting to keep it in her hands. Because it is physically kept in my arms all the time in the first place.
"... they all hold me tight, but am I that dangerous? Jill told me."
"Very dangerous"
"You don't have to be so clear"
I look back at myself for a moment because I was clearly told in my true face.
Uh, he was kidnapped, he escaped and he was dying, he was blindfolded and duelled by the Earl's Son, Cecil, he forced himself through the storm of sorcery to reconcile with you, he was dying in a rebellion, he exhausted himself in a demonic invasion and was about to be killed by the Wing Dragon.
Yeah, you've crossed quite a few dangerous bridges.
"It's dangerous, I'm afraid it's going to disappear one day"
"... you won't disappear. Look, I'm here."
Cecil, it is rare for you, and I lay my things on your palm softly with a bitter smile on my face to a grunt mixed with anxiety.
The limp hand because I'm still subtly hot is slowly and loosely transferred from my hand. Proof of life, proof of being here, not anywhere.
"Right?"
"... you're hot"
"Because I have fever.... or Cecil, your face looks hotter."
Even if my hands were cold, Cecil, if your cheeks noticed, they were red and looked just a little bit evil.
When I add my palms to my cheeks to try them, they are warm as never different from my palms. I guess it's lit. It's easy to tell. Your Highness is the longest associate, but even you, Cecil, have been with us for seven years.
"... shut up, it's worse to make people say things they're unfamiliar with"
"I'm sorry about that.... Thank you, Cecil."
"... you're welcome"
It's you, Cecil, who's clumsy and unscrupulous, but I know your heart is straight and very gentle. Ning Lo, I discovered it best.
I smiled fluffily at the tone with only a thorn in my shape, and realized that I was a happy man after all, today.