Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

Uncertain to assert, clear favor to deny.

I don't want to think about which Jill's favor toward me is. But reality is mercy. There's Jill who even thinks of me.

You can't tell if that's romance or affection without asking the person. I must be a coward to stretch ahead without even trying to find out about it. I'm afraid my relationship will break, I don't know my emotions, I'm running away.

... What do I think of him?

I love it and it's important, and I want to be on your side. As a heterosexual, or more importantly, whether you want to make money on a marriage, this, or a child, is a different matter. I've been too close, so I can't tell if this is love.

I haven't had much experience, including in my previous life, and it's on the other side of almost oblivion, such as memory of my previous life, in the first place. This memory accounted for the majority of the time, and it slipped out of my mind about my previous life. That's how dense I've been every day.

Having adapted too much to this body, I am definitely getting young. I can feel it, but I didn't expect you to be so neglectful about love.

... I don't know how I feel about it. What do you like heterosexually by?

It's not even certain if Jill wants me as a woman in the first place. Why are you doing this so much more?

"Dear Liz,"

I'm bored with the urge to punch my head against the wall, but it adds more material of concern. My spine trembled all the time just because of my voice, but I managed to avoid disturbing it.

Jill's grin further calmed her usual beauty if she slowly looks back and tilts her neck as she prepares. I'm always in a good mood for more, probably because the reward worked the other day.

The illusion that the back of your chest is tightened cuddly on Jill, who smiles fluffy and light like a feather. Because of my consciousness, I see it in my usual 20% increase. As much as I want to divert my attention from the perspective of shame and the neighborhood if I can.

"What's wrong?

"No, because it's what you saw. We're going to go to the Enchantress, aren't we? I'll accompany you, too."

Jill comes gently offering his palms as if he noticed or didn't notice my hesitation or escort. I'm ashamed to look straight at you because of what you mouthed yesterday, but Jill seems to be lightly clapping at you for not being.

If you overlap your palms slightly as you patrol, your cheeks will get looser and looser. I'm sorry to be conscious and tiny, but it's also hard to be unconscious inside.

A heat that twitches into the feel of a hard, warm palm. I know it's embedded in a pod that makes me as conscious as I think about it, but there's nothing I can do about it.

We are urged to leave the mansion together and head straight to the castle. It arrives immediately because it is not far from the aristocratic district, but in the meantime it is too aware of the feel of the palms and pushes them silently.

There's Jill smiling at me like that for some reason, and it's getting a little annoying. With an awesome and adorable look at the toddler, I think I'm going to reconsider whether he's still dear or not.

"Dear Liz. Could you hang out a little before you go to Master Cecil's?

Inside the castle, if you go into the grounds of the Magic Academy and try to make your way to the lab as usual, you can be pulled over and stopped by words.

If you twist your neck with your hands together, you'll have a little peek.

"There's something I need you to do for Liz."

"Help, is it?

"Yes, I want you to shoot me at the magic you used to crusade the demons."

"What!?

I let go of my hand lightly connected to an offer that was too abrupt, and I look up to Jill to see if you're serious.

There is nothing other than 'Coquitos' that the magic you used to crusade demons refers to. My own sorcery (one off) that manifests the extreme cold hell that freezes everything.

Cecil, this magic that you have tailored to knit the ceremony is very capable of killing. Naturally because it was originally created for the request to have unbeatable power over his father's "Inferno," but that is such a dangerous sorcery that it cannot be used by an interpersonal first.

It's that power with all your might when crusading demons, so you can't give that power if you're usually powerful. To the extent that it is still easy to kill people, it is powerful.

Shoot that at Jill?

"No, it's not safe."

"Does that mean you can't control it?

"I can control it... but... to point it at someone."

"Please"

No kidding whatsoever, staring straight in the eye will make you dizzy.

It's not out of control. Thanks to your special training with Cecil, you can control it if it's usually powerful, and you can add and subtract it. The full force is still suspicious, but unless you try to recreate the power of that time, manipulate it as you think.

But adding to that is too dangerous a magic trick to point at people.

Jill keeps staring at me with a serious look, as she urges me to have no choice but to have difficulty replying. It was written in my eyes that I would not give in, and that was also trying to take away my hesitation.

"... If you get hurt, I'll cry."

"Then I will try not to make you cry. Besides, I'll put multiple barriers up, so there's nothing wrong with that."

"... but"

"Please. I guess I shouldn't be asking you to help me... but I want to know what I'm capable of. Please."

If you get your hips broken deep, you have to snort.

Though I don't go very far, I can't say no if I can seriously keep my head down. I really want to help Jill step up, and if I can help, I can help.

Still, the only way to unleash dangerous sorcery, albeit some Jill, has been in the form of reluctance.

"... please don't get hurt"

"Yes."

That's all you have to be tough about. If I hurt Jill, I don't have a face to match Jill. Because I absolutely don't want to imitate hurting someone who always protects me.

Absolutely, if I pressed, Jill, who smiled bitterly, nodded at me, anxiously but with a glass, I would move to the training area.

Training ground in private condition.

Me and Jill are facing each other at a distance, Jill's barrier, and I'm ready to unleash 'Coquitos'.

It doesn't make sense if Jill doesn't release it after it's done, and it's dangerous, so I'm waiting, but it's still a feeling in my body that the power is too great to hit people that I put magic through the procedure.

Coquitos consumes a very high amount in the first place, even though the degree of completion of the procedure is also possible. A common magician can shoot a single shot, or I can shoot this flat, loaded to the point where it's dangerous.

You're frightened by your magic tank, but it's also the truth that you don't have the help not to take advantage of what you've been given. This saved the people, so I think it turned out good.

Mine almost stopped in front of completion, waiting for Jill. Was that Jill also already nine-ninths centimeter complete, and the magic barrier had been rolled out multiple times.

At first glance you can see, the robustness of the barrier. A barrier so robust and densely constructed that it cannot be reproduced by me. Much more robust than I used to see. I guess that's the fruit of everyday, irresistible training.

Staggered gaze, prompted by expression and glance.

I unleashed the magic I was holding in my body.

"... 'Coquitos'"

Along with the little squeaky name, the air in the training ground freezes.

temperatures dropped all at once, and it manifests itself prominently in vision.

Moisture becomes an individual, as the air has been white-visualized around the jill only. Beautiful and vicious ice was attacking Jill without covering the barrier.

The magic that works to freeze the barrier of protection itself, only around him is blaming it on the hell of white and ethereal ice.

Still, the barrier to protecting Jill is enduring. The response has been somewhat conveyed to me as well, which I place perfectly in control.

... but the antagonism did not last forever.

Just before my magic finished functioning, it smashed with the crushing sound of the outermost side of Jill's barrier finished.

Should I say I endured well or should I say I was immature?

Me in a hurry to extinguish the sorcery and immediately warm the ambient air with fire sorcery.

A laugh echoed from behind my white-dyed vision in another sense as the hot air grew.

The wind blows all over me, the hot air flies, and Jill laughs strangely from inside. All of a sudden I have to be scared, but Jill walks this way, erasing the barrier, laughing at my gaze as well.

"Ha... you haven't refined enough yet. Master Liz is stronger."

I don't know how to answer the grin I don't know if it sounds pleasant or a little lonely, either.

... Stronger. Yes, Jill did, but I don't chase Jill or my father, although my magic max is just high and my skill isn't very high. Naturally, the difference in experience is also lacking in delicacy for me.

I'm the one who tends to push, you know?

"This is magic."

"So much so that you can control it, you're growing. You've grown stronger than you can think of in the past."

Even if it's dyed and squeaky, I don't feel it.

There are many people around me who are stronger and more amazing than me. I'm naturally no match for Jill or my father, and overall, I'm still a young man.

I know I'm stronger than I used to be, but I'm not as good at control as Jill thinks I am.

"You can't name your master after this."

"My master is Jill! I don't care what anyone says!

"hehe, that would be appreciated"

I won't let you deny that Jill is my master, and if you hold Jill's hand that you've walked over, a creaking, broken mouth.

"... but I also knew I could still climb high. We also found things that didn't go well, things that didn't go well, things that went wrong."

A highly uplifting Jill, still aiming up there even though he says he's been working so hard from day to day.

That's so awesome, and I think you should apprentice. But why... are you working so hard? And why... does it look so lively and fun?

It's like finding a lifetime goal sucks.

"... why, does it seem like so much fun?

"Sounds like fun, huh?

"Yes."

Are you very frustrated, or very burning, or motivated? It is obvious from the side that the energy is perceived.

I feel something like intense enthusiasm in the serenity, and I'm surprised Jill doesn't usually get that enthusiastic about something, too.

Of course, I think it's great that Jill is willing to do something about it. It's a little complicated that it's going to end up for me.

Jill rounds up Cui just because my words were unexpected, and then puts a grin on his breath and shivers his spine as if it were going to blow out. While keeping an elegant grin on your mouth, that look is happily crumbling.

"Right, that's fun"

"Hehe, good. I like magic because of Jill."

"Me too, thanks to Master Liz, I like witchcraft. He taught me not to take it, but to protect it."

With just a little hint of soothing atmosphere, Jill makes the pleasant grin a little dark and lonely.

... For Jill before she met me, I'm sure magic was only a means of harming others.

Jill hurries back to her bright smile when she realizes that her grin has darkened to me.

"I am at your side, and every day is fulfilling."

"Me too... Jill is on my side and it's fun. I've been saved many times thanks to Jill, and I've expanded my magic."

I grew up on Jill's side. Jill was the one who taught me magic, and Jill was the one who was on my side. Mercy. It's Jill who's been protecting me.

Well, it's pretty overprotective, so I used to be able to stop it, but it's mostly loose now, too.

Jill didn't just take it away from me, he gave me a lot of things. I wouldn't be so despised.

"Thank you for everything, Jill"

"It's up to me to thank you.... If you weren't here, I wouldn't be here right now."

"That's a big deal."

"No, it's true. I've changed because of Liz. Without you, I would have remained a puppet neglected by my father."

Jill, clapping her shoulders, smiles lonely and looks at her palms.

It's hard on me because I know what Jill's thinking right now. I'm sure you're thinking about being bloody or filthy. Remember the past my father used as he told me.

I accept Jill, including that.

"You accepted this hand, which is never beautiful, and that's the only thing that saved me. I'm not supposed to ask for any more."

"That's not true. Jill tends to shy away... and she looks unhappy."

"Do you look like that?

"Occasionally"

Jill seems surprised, but I have witnessed Jill's dark face many times. Many times I have been annoyed by the past and bewildered by my unacceptable self and the present situation.

So maybe you can't actively ask for something.

"There's no reason Jill shouldn't be happy, so you can grasp happiness, right?

"Hehe, I appreciate your permission Liz... Liz likes to hunt herself down, doesn't she?

"Huh?"

"No."

Gentle grin about tilting your neck but not going to say any more. But for some reason, it's a troubled smile, and then the joy seeps in.

"You don't have to hesitate, do you?

"Well, that's Jill's life."

"Thank you. Still, my life belongs to Liz. Ever since then,"

... I feel like they're saying something very embarrassing.

"It's time for the statute of limitations to make me like Jill, right?

"I'll give you back what you owe me. And... I swore I was on your side."

'Will you stay by my side?

"... in your favor"

That's what I said then.

But I also think it's bad to bind them for the rest of their lives. Jill has Jill's life, so I want Jill to live the way she likes it. It's complicated, but if Jill really wants it, I'll support Jill's choice.

Yet Jill chooses to remain my squire. I can't believe you got a talent and a position and still wish you were on my side.

"I didn't mean to bind you"

"If you think my happiness is to be with you."

They whisper sweet words like exhale, stopping too accidentally. Soon the heat will rise on your cheeks.

Words as if they were confessions of love. Because this is the vegan, it's extremely troublesome. I don't know which way to take it. I don't say clear words. Slowly stain me with words similar to that in my habits, so that shame builds up in the back of my chest.

A whisper as if you were dictating me, as if you were deliberately making it the earliest possible time. I can't help but resent the twitchy lighting fever.

I didn't want to think about it, but I remember it again, and it makes me float rosy on my cheeks.

Even if you don't want to be seen and lean over, I'm sure Jill will be fine. On that evidence, a loving glance and a loose grin greet my gaze if I peer through the gaps in my hair.

Your eyes are so deep. The eyes that capture me seem to love me, and lust me.

Jill's desired destination, maybe.

"... you like it, don't you, Jill?"

"Is it?

"Yes."

"Hehe, then there are a lot of people who like things."

"Jill's the only one who likes that kind of stuff."

Even though I didn't want to understand it, I was starting to guess something, and I turned to it with a terrible word.

... I'm not sure, but I'm sure, maybe I am. Just don't get the word down, I'm sure.