- You're not lying.
Soon after realizing that she had been enchanted, Ilaja's consciousness fell into her dreams.
What Iraja thinks in a world like warm water is a scathing thing anyway. About a magical girl, about a friend in a distant city, about a woman - but at its root, it all had the same person's face.
In the city of Liafiat, he told me about his own past.
About him holding himself trembling at a rough knock and trying to protect me.
Iraja always thought at the bottom of her heart about him for not receiving the ring Iraja had made.
On the way home from that city, Ilaja dreamed in the carriage. I dream of begging him to "stop" and "instead of my fiancée, put me next to him" when he made the decision to pursue his former fiancée.
I was bolder, more honest, more arrogant, and more ideal than I was in my dreams. But - really.
I couldn't remember his face I saw in my dream when I told him that in my dream.
My friend said, "Idiot," Iraja hiding his heart. She didn't seem happy about Ilaja's decision. In front of her, I should have laughed well.
Even that hateful magic girl seemed to be out there. Does my decision, if seen from people, seem so stupid?
Still, Ilaja, I think.
He wants to see him laugh sincerely if that's okay if even he can be happy. That's incontrovertible, my heart. Even if what then occupies his heart was not himself, it is trivial.
I know. I'm also convinced. That's why I'm not lying.
But then I will.
- Why, now, I'm crying.
To what I know, I pretend I don't know.
In a fluffy drowsiness, there was one thing I sought.
That 's--
- Iraja.
Calling his own name, his smile.
"Huh...?
Because with that in mind, it's what I was asleep for.
I just thought that was created by my delusions, and I didn't immediately realize that what was in front of me was real. But the magic that should have befallen me at some point was unraveled, my eyelids were open, and in front of Ilaja,
"Good. Sounds like you noticed."
The only person I ever wanted in my dream, was waiting.
"Dear Soaran...?
"Yeah."
Calling his name, he smiled at me.
Soaran, Iraja's boss and thinker, was holding Iraja while carrying the starry sky on his back. But why is he here? I'm chasing a magic girl right now.
"It's for you, and you happen to be near here," he says, from surprise to Ilaja, who looks at Soaran with astonishment. "I came to see what was going on because I heard something, and I was surprised because you were down."
I'm sure the magic girl fled in a hurry, realizing that a strong wizard named him was nearby. That getaway is fast anyway.
In the end, this time too, it means they got away with it. But.
I had feelings in my heart today that far outweighed the feeling of regret.
"Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?
"No, no, no, no."
Soaran to support my back with that hand.... I know it's not good, but I can't help but be happy.
Whoever he wants next door now is not himself. And I have to go after the magic girl as soon as possible now. For either reason, we need to get up immediately and leave him - although I knew it, I really couldn't leave his arm.
Buttons in different colors, decorating the chest of Soaran's robe. That is an indication to the wizard that he is in mourning. Ilaja knows it's for him to mourn someone. But he, Iraja, who was also present, found out that day, in that city, the possibility of her survival -
What thoughts does he have right now, decorating it on his chest?
When she noticed, Iraja was squeezing his robe's chest tightly.
"Scary eyes, did you run into them?"
"... no"
Soaran's voice, like consideration. I'm fine, I replied, but it sounded like a mosquito.
A well done boss, he didn't believe in the strength of his men (Iraja). "It's not something I can't really push," he continued, "I'm sure he thought Iraja had something done to the magic girl. But this isn't the magic girl's fault - you shouldn't blame her for how much you hate enemies, until you're weak in your heart - and I wanted to explain, but I still can't get a lot of replies.
His eyebrows accidentally stopped as he held his blurry head and stared at Soaran.
"If not,"
Yes... I couldn't make an immediate decision with my drowsy head, but that's probably, 'If the magic girl didn't make me mean it'. If not, what do you think?
Eventually, Soaran said, with a sad look on his face.
"Why are you crying?"
"Huh?"
I was aware that my cheeks were ticklish. He wasn't touching it - he wouldn't do such a romantic thing - so he was wondering if it was even dusty. Although.
I never thought that was my tear.
"Are you..."
Soaran, who saw it, tries to say something. At that time,
"Magic girl, where..."
I heard a voice.
Where, when you come out, you can also hear yourself calling your name, mixed in with a voice exploring the whereabouts of the magic girl. Faster than Ilaja screams when she's here, "Here!" There was a raised voice.
And the colleagues who had come to rely on their voices looked at the Lord of their voices and still looked a little like them.
"Master Soaran? Why are you here?"
"It just so happens that you take a walk through the vicinity. I didn't see the magic girl, either."
"... Hi, he's a fast runner"
A coworker gives a bad look. And Soaran just said, "Okay." I didn't seem to remember my anger at the magical girl who exited, nor did I seem to regret it again, but in those eyes, it looked like I had some kind of emotion. Disappointment with us? I feel a little different about that, too.
In any case, Ilaja thinks.
In that city he bowed his head to Ilaja, "I am not the kind of wizard you would want me to be". But it's not just him. Even Ilaja was the same.
Pretending to be a loyal, honest subordinate to his duties, in his fruit (jitsu) mind he thought something evil, such as' Awabari one day next to him '.
That confession of the ideal boss did not create disappointment in Ilaja's mind. When I thought he was also a person and had all kinds of evil emotions, rather than disappointment, even joy, I remembered.
And I thought clearly. I like this guy.
So whatever little thing grieves him, it must not be in this world.
Even if you don't look at yourself. Fitting next door doesn't have to be a future robbery.
Because I want to, I want to.
"Dear Soaran"
With that in mind, finally, I got a voice.
Away from his support, he rises on his own feet and narrows his eyes. Pull your cheeks together. The tears that were left on my eyeballs passed on a grain of cheek and it swelled.
Still, Ilaja said to him.
"I'm fine."
- You lied.