My mother is talking to me, so somehow you can assume that Jill and I have become friends. My mother understands, so I won't even tell my father.
I'm going to tell you, it's still premature.
Keep it to yourself at home until you're ready to deal with Jill as usual. To Ruby, too, for once.
I just don't know how long I can hide it through because I'm such a good kid, insightful and a sixth sense to the horror of my mother giving in. My sister hasn't handed it down that far, but it's just handed down to Ruby.
Ruby looks like a father, and the contents look like a mother, and I look like a mother, and the contents are native, but close to a father. You know, a place where you push.
I'm also going to hide it from my father, but how much time can I buy because it's going to be worn out of me.
Well, the time limit stays the same where I said it... because I don't like to enhance Jill's wind. And I don't like it creeps me out.
I made an arrangement to keep it to myself for a while like that, but nothing was as complicated and uncomfortable as attending work the next day.
"Morning."
"... good morning"
When you enter the dreaded lab, your greeting is the same as usual, Cecil. Well, as usual, I'm the only one who's aware of it.
I appreciate that it's always the way it is, but is it the way it usually is to get here, or is it the other way around?
But I have trouble with anything about it, so I'll start working on my desk as quietly as possible. Today's work was only helpful in organizing paperwork and replenishing the magic of disposable magic props. Cecil, I need to have minimal interaction with you.
Quiet and quiet without chatter, only the sound of scratching the paper and rolling the paperwork by the sarasa and feather pen sounds. I'm so scared of your every move that I make, Cecil, that I don't feel comfortable.
"I don't care if you're so conscious."
If you do that repeatedly, Cecil will come to you with a bitter mixed sigh of laughter.
Hey, and Cecil, if I look at you, I get a grin on my usual expression, and I just say he's the one who can't help it. It's not like my attitude changes, it's really the way it always is...
"Yes, because"
"You were good with Jill, weren't you?
"... Yes"
"Then it's good"
When you snort hesitantly, Cecil, you don't mess up your emotions strongly, you just accept my words.
I guess it's not like you haven't thought of anything, but still, Cecil, you haven't changed your expression and attitude. Not to be angry, not to repent, not to be sad...... with a persevering look, he was nodding.
I'm so creepy and sorry that I'm full of it, but the person is very normal.
"... it's a strange story to say from me, Cecil, was that good?
I'm not saying it from me that I really shook it, but it's too Cecil that you're always the way you are, and I'm worried.
You can be angry with me or blame me for anything, but he drives as normal as he refused too refreshingly untrained. Perhaps some of you care about me.
But I can't believe I let go of my feelings of liking so lightly.
"I'm a little unsure if you ask me if I should be enemies of that obsession. Well, I liked it anyway."
I guess that obsession is referring to Jill. I've been reminded that Jill's obsession with me is amazing. Recently, I've come to understand a lot of things and your hard work, Cecil. Cecil, I thought I was causing you a lot of trouble.
"If you're happy, that's fine. I don't deny I wanted to be in Jill's shoes, but if you're happy and you can laugh, fine."
"... Cecil, you"
Care, I guess.
But more than that, Cecil, your heart comes through, so sorry and Cecil, your tenderness makes me twitch in the back of my eyes hot.
Cecil, you are a much sweeter, more honest, more well-dressed man than I think. As much as you wish me happier than your personal greed, Cecil, you are kind and thoughtful of others.
"'Cause I'm trying to dress up, but I'm pretty sorry? I wish he wasn't even here."
I noticed the cloudiness in my expression, so I'm gonna laugh and flaunt my shoulder like a tea, Mr. Cecil. It's even full of kindness and care, and I wonder why I never chose someone so nice.
I chose Jill because it was my intention and I like Jill. Cécile, after a good understanding of your charm, I chose Jill. Even though I know it's nice... I only had a relationship with Jill, because.
"I think I would have chosen you too, Cecil, if Jill hadn't been here."
I'm sure if Jill hadn't been here, I wouldn't have lost my way, Cecil. Although I do not dislike Your Highness, I would have chosen to live closer to you than to live with Your Highness, Cecil.
Anyway, it's all about what if, and the reality is I'm choosing Jill and I'm not going to choose anything other than Jill.
Because I know that, Cecil, you just lowered your eyebrows a little and laughed. Shake your head slowly and let slight loneliness seep into your expression.
"Such assumptions are pointless to each other. You chose Jill."
"... yeah"
"It's okay, now. Even if I regret it, it's none of your business. I made up my mind, so you don't have to worry about it."
There may be untrained, but there is no regret or stray in that word. With unshakeable intentions, I've said it out loud, Cecil, and you... really, I think you look great.
Think of it, we've been together since we were little kids, and we've grown together. I only grow up physically, Cecil, but you've grown up physically and mentally.
At first, he hated people and was frustrated by loneliness and inferiority. I thought I could only protect myself by refusing, it was a boy.
That's how long I've been dealing with people, laughing, expanding the object of protection to protect others, and becoming a caring man.
Best I know, he grew up. That's more than anyone else...... gentle, riddled and well-dressed. Really, for someone as nice as I don't have a body.
"... Cecil, you're sweet."
"I'm just gonna spoil that word for you today."
I smile with a smile expressing the warmth I get from you, Cecil, to respond to you too, who smiles with a loose eye and a prank.
The public says that true friendship cannot be established between men and women, but I don't think it is possible for a man and a woman who were not united to form a true friendship. If we've gotten through each other's pain, I'm sure.
"... so. What are you gonna do?"
"Huh?"
With my heartfelt gratitude in my chest, Fu and Cecil, you say abrupt words as if you remembered. Cecil sighs at me for not knowing what's going on because I don't have a subject.
"It's good to stick around, but you still have the biggest difficulty. I'll keep my mouth shut, but it's not dull either, so I'm gonna find out."
"Father, yes."
That, figured out what it meant and recognised the biggest wall again.
... Yes, we put our thoughts together, so that shouldn't be good. If we are to be truly united, we must stand firm and defeat the mighty wall.
I haven't said it yet, but it's only a matter of time before they notice. If we can do this, we'd like to tell ourselves before they realize that Jill isn't working out enough yet, so we need a little more time.
"Jill told me about you."
"Yeah, he said he had to be over his father by his seventeenth birthday."
"Honestly, I don't think you're being very helpless."
I agree with you, Cecil.
I don't mean to disparage Jill, but I think Jill alone has a heavy load. She doesn't allow me and you to stand up to each other, and I can only help her work out Jill.
"Still, Jill is willing. I'll help you too."
"That would be motivating. Ning Lo, you're much more motivated than you've ever been, because after that, it's just permission."
"If Jill can't win"
"Do you even run off?
"No, I will take my rights in a duel or whatever."
I also told Jill this was rejected, but he laughed bitterly.
If Jill really wasn't enemies...... I would seriously resist too, and I would scratch too because I don't want to leave it to Jill. Like Jill has a crush, I also have a desire to penetrate it.
I had never disobeyed my parents in particular, and I didn't want to. Sometimes I could already do one, and my father and mother were wonderful people with great personality and abilities, and they loved us too. There was no place for disobedience.
But all this doesn't work either. Because my future hangs. I also know that I have to follow the customs of the nobility, but I really want to make the chances that my father himself gave me. I want to follow my heart.
I'll do my best if I have to, Cecil, and I hold my fist to renew my determination, and you look slightly dazed.
"... you want me to turn that unnecessary behavior elsewhere. Well, that sounds quicker... but don't you think about crying it off?"
"First act as far as I can, and still cry if you can't. Still, if you don't let me, I'll run away and pull you back into the realm."
"Verf, I'm gonna cry."
"I think you'll settle for me in a few years"
"Are you planning on doing that, horrible?"
You won't be a ghost with your father, and even if you remove me from the clan for running off, you'll treat me as a parent, as a daughter.
... and my father himself penetrated me to get my mother. The feeling, you'll understand.
"... believe Jill will win"
"Yes."
Naturally, you smile at me, Cecil. There was a bit of a bitter mix, but I also found it to be your undisputed intent, Cecil.
... I stood on the feelings and readiness of various people and chose Jill. Then I won't be allowed to give up or throw it away. I won't scratch my feet until the end and I won't give up this thought.
"Dear Liz,"
A voice calling my name who has decided in his heart that his determination will not change. The sound of a knock on the door, then the sound of the hardware snarling when it opens, of the matter… and my loved ones appear.
"Jill."
It doesn't change your expression in particular, and your voice is the same as always, Cecil.
"Don't let this guy run wild, you beat Velph properly"
"Yeah, even if you don't tell me"
"... you make him happy because I'm not in that position. If you can't, I'll take it."
"Don't worry, that's not possible."
"That's reassuring."
You could have slapped your hatred, Cecil, but you just made fun of it, and it sounded like you were gently pushing Jill's back.
I slap a light mouth flat, but I don't even know what you think inside. However, only the kindness and compassion that supported us, without denying our friendship, comes through with a shine.
Cecil, I glanced slightly after I saw if Jill clapped out of your light demeanor, but that also slowly turns into something calm.
Jill has no more enemies. I was just looking at you, Cecil, to care a little.
Because I felt that change, Cecil, you smile bitterly and lower your brow, too.
"Look, Liz, I hear Jill has business, so go out with him. I don't have a job right now, and I don't have a problem leaving."
It's obvious that you cared about us, and there's a strange emotion in the back of your chest that's hard to name because of the mix of sorrow and difficulty.
But I also thought it would be rude for him to leave this generosity unattended. I want to respond to his kindness and thoughts that will never hold us back by swallowing less pain.
"Cecil, you."
"What the fuck?"
"Thanks"
"You're welcome."
Words were the ones that didn't mean anything, but expressions and voices that were like thoughts of a grandeur. Before I uttered any words to it, you moved me to pay my hand, "Come on, I'm home," Cecil.
I stopped saying any more words, broke my hip with a quiet smile and followed the lab with Jill.... what do you do when I feel pain, Cecil, even though it hurts more.
"... Master Cecil was very light."
We walk side by side in the hallway, away from the lab. Jill made a distance that I'm sure you wouldn't hear, Cecil, and then I raise my voice that sounds unexpected.
'Cause I was awkward.
"Master Liz is very attentive."
"It would be obvious. He told me he liked me, and he pushed my back on it."
There's no reason you don't think anything, Cecil, but you still supported me. You held me back with a drink of remorse, Cecil, and I'm not as thin about it as I think about it or anything.
Still no dull determination, and I have no regrets that I chose Jill. It's rude to him and to Jill, because my heart says Jill is good.
"What business is Jill on?
"It wasn't a big deal. Sometimes you want to see Liz's face."
"You see it at home every day."
"Yes, I do."
I look up to Jill, who says she doesn't really know what she looks like at home, and asks her sincerity even as she pokes.
Maybe I have more other business to attend to. Jill also has his own work and training, and the Magic Academy has asked him to act more as a One Mage Instructor than my squire. It's enough to come all the way here to call me, so I think it's an errand I need.
"... I was wondering if Liz could help me a little."
"Oh, that's a sorcery exercise. If it's okay with my free time, I'll help you from now on."
Words cut out with a slight hesitation are, in a sense, within the assumption. Ning Lo, I could also say that there was no other business that required me.
Jill's workouts are self-exercised and limited in scope to be polished. I'm pursuing sorcery precision on Stoke, but I guess there's still a limit to one person.
The technique of the barrier, which is particularly intensive in working out, is true and effective when it comes to witchcraft. Even if I built my own robust barriers, I don't know how robust they are. I have some anticipation, but I don't know how it works when I actually prevent magic.
Jill has a goal to prevent his father from witchcraft, so if it's just power, you can check with my "Coquitos," which is said to be equivalent to my father's.
"It's complicated being a man to ask for help."
"But you can't choose the means, can you?
"Yep.... thanks"
"No, I'm in trouble if Jill wins, too, and it's for me."
"For Master Liz?
"Slow down, I want to carry on my father's trail. Of course, after winning, I'm sure Jill will be longer, but I wish I could make that assistant."
I may not have told Jill about my dream.
I told my father right, I wanted to be strong enough to be my father's right arm, I wanted to be an excellent magician, that's what I hoped. And to a fine magician who would carry on the trail of his father.
That's Jill, and there's a reach on Jill, so I'm going to give Jill a dream. I don't want to argue with Jill, and I can't withdraw ruthlessly if I'm not judgmental enough to stand on top. Because there are occasions when the head of an organization has to make a cold decision.
When I say I push that role on Jill, it doesn't sound right, but I think Jill deserves to judge things on Sylvia more than I do on the right material.
I want to support you next door. Because I share when I have to make a painful and hard decision. Because if you're going to bear the sin, I'm going to bear it with you.
Jill listens with her eyes shaking like she was a little moved by one of her life's biggest goals.
"Dear Liz..."
"And then with Jill's insurance when he lost, I thought I'd stay strong, too."
"Believe me, I will win"
"I believe you, don't you?
But then the words made me go back to my true face, so when I laugh to tear it up, Jill subtly persuades me that it seems a little complicated.
... properly, because I believe it.
So please win. Let's show our father what we mean.