Love magic,
Love the gems,
I gave myself a nickname,
The person.
And then, just a few years later...
"Nice guy, you were"
I'm done listening to Soaran's old stories, Iraja's thoughts.
But Soaran's laughter according to it was dry. Is it nice? That one,
"She was an unusual daughter."
Snakes, you get used to being spiders. If he tells me to come by letter, "I've developed new magic," he wants to use his fiancée as an experimental bench, even if he does. It's all good on the outside. It's ruinous.
"Put on your white coat, use outrageous magic, stand around whimsically, twirling..."
"That's like..."
Was there anything that came to mind about the characteristics of the pontificating and continuing functionality?
Ilaja tries to say something. But when Soaran turned her gaze, she shut her mouth before she could finish it all. I lay my eyes down and lifted my lips. That trick seemed to me to be as if I should not have words in mind. But.
Soaran threw up the swallowed words instead.
"Do you look like a magic girl?
As you can imagine, Iraja lifts her head and opens her eyes like she was bounced.
It was just what Soaran expected, including kicking a chair and getting up and flying a spit (tweezer) and screaming.
"- There's no way that and Lady Françoise are together!
"Right."
Soaran laughs calmly at Iraja, who changes her blood phase just because it's unbelievable. I'm sure Ilaja would react that way if she were to hate and chase a magic girl.
Soaran, however, shares that opinion in a different way.
That and her can't be the same.
I wasn't your lover, I was only your fiancée, that one. If it was that educator who taught Soaran the foundations of academia, manipulation and magic, then it was she who taught him everything else. - About the lies caused by the "Protection of the Original Fathers" and about the Wizard's "Constraints".
If I hadn't met her, how would I have lived? Like she said, would you have lived an uninteresting life? I don't know.
But Soaran knew. No matter how much you imitate or try to imitate.
"In a magic girl, there's no way to keep up with the functionality. No one can replace that."
I immediately realized that I had misspoken. Instead, it doesn't.
Soaran waved for the first time, remembering emotions like giving up.
"I can't be."
In Magic Girl - No (Nah), as one of the wizards in this world.
Unwittingly.
Something glowed at the edge of my vision. When I look, the light is slowly moving on Iraja's cheek, on her chin, and on the back of her squeezed hand over her leg. Zero. That's what reflected the light slipping through the window.
Eat up your teeth, kill your voice.
Hiccup, hiccup, faint whimper.
"... why are you crying?"
Am I mourning a fantion that died young? Is it sympathy for myself for losing my fiancée? But neither is it now?
While Soaran reaches out or is lost.
Ilaja looked up. And when I pulled my strength out of my cheek, I frowned and laughed.
"I don't know, I'm fine"
No one can replace her.
Soaran doesn't realize that Iraja received it differently.
Eventually it didn't take as long before Ilaja stopped crying. Without having to offer Soaran anything to wipe, she held her eyes lightly with her handkerchief, saying, "Excuse me," and never zeroed any more tears.
"I was so impressed. It doesn't mean anything."
"No. I don't feel good, like talking about dead people. I've been talking about it... but let's not do it anymore, I'm sorry we didn't get along."
"No."
Shake the Kabuli. And
Talk to me, Françoise.
With slightly moistened eyes, I look straight at him.
You're healthy, I thought. You don't have to do that.
"About the functionality...... yeah"
If you talk about your memories with her, you won't run out. Talk about the wizard's 'constraint'. Talk about ore disease. Though. What Soaran thinks now.
"I didn't mean to turn away."
Someone who made it look like that will. I've made a magic girl, and I've been chasing her about an untold wizard, wanting to know the true intentions of the Witch Society that has been hidden. In the middle of it, I found out about the existence of "The Daughter," and met...
So I didn't mean to be turning away from her, though.
But as far as' her death 'is concerned...
"If the beginning was a single contract, it was only one letter that rewarded the end"
The letters received were all tasteless and dry. Why, when I asked the parties concerned why, "it was an unfortunate accident," I found it futile, not knowing more than what was written in the letter. That even she dies when she dies, giving up, pretending to be submissive to the association, just wanting to know her, the Wizard's truth. It's over. In her place...
End.
Over?
"... no"
Why.
And to that word, dissonance.
"No..."
Put your hands on your dizzy head.
"Master Soaran? What's wrong? How are you feeling again?
"No. Something..."
"I'm sorry I had to talk to you. Please go to sleep."
Ilaja's hand, who cares about her health, rests on her shoulder. But. Remember, something's wrong, someone says it painfully in the back of his head. I'm forgetting something. The end of her. What was the reason? What was the reward?
- At that time.
Cancer, cancer, and. I heard a rough knock. Not of the room, let's go further. Someone seems to be knocking on the door outside following the shared area.
"Customer? Who..."
"Wait."
Stopped Ilaja from trying to take a seat.
Strange as it may seem, bring the floating hips back to the chair. As soon as he did, Knock became rough and "hey, what" Iraja's complexion changed. Did you close the keys properly before you went to bed? Question by the back of the brain. But I don't have to think about it to get the answer - Ilaja came in.
The loud knock stops. Soon as I misunderstood whether I had given up, the footsteps approached me. Soaran kicked the futon and stood up, jumping barefoot onto the floor, holding Ilaja's shoulder with his left hand. Ilaja's hands and shoulders are shaking as she clings to her shirt.
"Dear Soaran"
"It's okay."
Even if my abilities still don't reach 'her'.
Point the open palm at the door and stare.
Eventually, the door opens.
- What showed up.
"Evil in the midst of a good word, get out of my way."