The Escape of Layla

Then about an hour later.

Mr. Leanhardt was asleep, sitting in a bedside chair, trying to lay his torso down on the bed. Mr. Charlotte arms up beside him, and, uh, sighs.

"Apparently it worked."

"... did you do something to Mr. Leanhardt?

When Mr Charlotte brought me soup and tea earlier, Mr Leenhardt was told by Mr Charlotte to drink tea. It was not until then that Mr. Leenhardt, who had shown no sleepy bare gestures or anything, fell asleep trying to lose consciousness.

"A little hypnotic on tea...... If you were stuck with a brother like that, Leila wouldn't be able to rest at all, would she?

Mr. Charlotte is also quite a strong woman to subtly enchant her real brother's tea. I don't know if I can thank you, but I will be in the shape of looking up at Mr. Charlotte with an ambiguous grin.

"... Mr. Leanhardt, you're quite worried. We've noticed from day to day, but we haven't thought this far."

"It seems normal. If you fell asleep and looked like the end of the world, you wouldn't be depressed."

Mr. Charlotte lowered his back again sighing as he carried the chair to the bedside opposite Mr. Leanhardt.

"Heh heh, it sounds like it's hard when Mr. Charlotte gets sick, too. Or are you used to it already?

"No way, my brother wouldn't be like this if I had a fever.... well, I don't know if I still am, but at least I haven't had to worry about dying for the last few hundred years."

Does Mr Lienhardt's excessive concern also stem from the fact that I am an ordinary person who has not been cursed?

... Or is it because I look like that princess that worries me?

"... is Mr. Leenhardt losing someone important?

It was a direct ball question, but it wouldn't be so unnatural in this flow. I didn't even have the courage to touch on you, Princess, but if the answer is yes, it must be about that princess.

"... well, a long time ago"

Mr. Charlotte had a deluded grin as he let his gaze swim.

"Everyone who receives Lewayne's blood is mentally ill at some point in time... but your brother was a long time. I can't tell you much detail, but after the loss of a loved one it was already terrible...... You had a hard time around because you're so bad at magic, didn't you? Really, he's a troubled brother..."

With that said, Mr. Charlotte's eyes, staring at Mr. Leanhardt, were full of the colours of pity and mercy. I don't know what you're talking about, but my brothers and sisters are good friends.

The look on Mr. Sleeping Lenhardt's face seemed somewhere painful, and even as he slept, he still didn't try to let go of my hand. I feel compelled to peel it off, so I leave it like this, but I think the person I really want to talk to isn't me, but that princess.

"I'm sorry about Leila, but you might be doing this for a couple of days. I try to show my face as much as I can, but if you feel in danger, you can hit me, stab me, whatever you want."

"Oh, such a rambling thing..."

I can't think very much of pointing a fist or blade at Mr. Leanhardt. I didn't have that technology in the first place.

"It's okay. I still can't die anyway. You're bothering Leila, so that's not a problem."

Mr. Charlotte said it like it was nothing, but it sounded so sad. You don't have to die, it won't hurt. Mr. Charlotte felt me give up not even hating that. Even Mr. Charlotte, who meets Mr. Ralph and whose curse has been lifted, creates such an atmosphere, so I guess Mr. Leanhardt has a similar idea.

I gently stroked Mr. Leanhardt's head in the hands of the unconnected. I have a much softer dark hair than I thought, and I stroke it to tangle my fingers over and over again.

"... if you do that when your brother is awake, I'm sure he won't let you go, so be careful."

"That's tough. I'll keep it in mind."

"... I'm glad Leila is a broad-minded girl. Even though it's not weird that you hated me with that array earlier."

Mr. Charlotte smiled bitterly and took a sigh of uncertainty several times today. Was that earlier, when you were wrapping me in a blanket and feeding me from hand to hand? I do feel my face getting a little hot just remembering, but that can't make me hate Mr. Leanhardt or anything.

"... If you've ever worried about me that way, Mr. Leanhardt is the first"

How glad I would have been if that worry had been directed solely at me. If it was me before I found the rocket, I might have been happy enough to rise.

"Leila's parents were tough..."

"Yeah, at least to me. When I fell ill, I was scolded and never worried."

Except then when the horse kicked me and woke me from 2 years of sleep.

My parents felt much kinder then than usual. Does it mean that the parents of the boulder would be so worried if their daughter was dying? If it was Rose who was kicked by the horse, I guess he'd be so desperate at the end of the world.

"So I did embarrass myself, but I was happier than that. Mr. Leanhardt has been so worried about me."

"Hmm? Sounds pretty good. Is it close to the day when you call Leila your sister-in-law?

to Charlotte, who laughs, I smiled weakly.

"What about that... I don't know, maybe..."

- Because I may not be Mr. Leanhardt's "destiny man".

The words, I couldn't say. Instead he smiles vaguely and stares at Mr. Charlotte again.

"... Soup, thank you. It was delicious."

"... Yeah, yeah. There are still plenty of them, so warm them up and eat again."

It was Mr. Charlotte who seemed bewildered by the sudden conversion of topics, but no further pursuit was forthcoming. Once again, I stroked Mr. Sleeping Leannhardt's hair, blurring and exploring this complex way of calming my thoughts.