"Hey, this pattern again. I know, I know. Stop dragging me into your bad manners."
Ernest, who took me to the infirmary, complained of a sigh.
When he opens his eyes to Patchi to avoid being enlightened by his surroundings, the accusation is intercepted by his gaze.
"It's totally no-damage. I bet you hit it yourself with an edge a millimeter away. The timing of the magic blow was unnatural. Did you do something nasty during that time lag again?"
Oh, it's all gone. You can't fool a first-class eye.
Well, this cousin and the person who set it up would be the only ones who could spot it on that spot.
Nevertheless, don't wear the appearance of Quentin, who was caught in the softness of Tristan during school. You're a parent-child.
"Thank you for the backup shooting. As Ernest said, it's just a trick that can only detect her magic. That's why you hang out with me, right?
At Ernest level, I can finally see that something is wrong. No one can prove it. My hidden trick, which absorbs and uses magic, is an ultra rare kind of magic that is not known today.
Among the many witnesses, Claudia beat me up, and there were only traces of Claudia's magic.
"--I have a stick, whatever I say, but I sympathize with the perpetrator."
Ernesto leaked his thoughts as if he were stunned. Yeah, I agree.
"Fufufu, I'm going to teach you a little bit of social rigor without the knowledge of a short-circuited public."
"I'm sure you'll soon understand that you've made a mistake selling a fight. I don't like it. But you've gone too far.
"I'm checking my birthday. I don't want to be a real criminal. Minors until next month. You're lucky your eyes hurt a little. Because it's still a big shot at best. You did the same thing with Tilda."
At the party a few years ago, Ernest was curiously convinced that he remembered my sister.
"Sure, if Tilda had grown up like that, there's something really scary about it."
Leak your thoughts with a deep sense of reality. Ernest himself must have heard about his father Quentin's troubles caused by his aunt Grace. Compared to that, it's certainly heaven. Tilda is quite an honorary student now.
Fortunately, it's still before adulthood, and Claudia would have had a good time.
Indeed, the policy of this country can be won by any means rather than by beautiful defeat.
Assumed enemies are monsters at all times. If the fighter loses, the people and the people will be destroyed. Just winning an enemy is real pride. It is no longer instinct that nobody wants to lose, and it should be.
You can use any weapon you can in every match. I do not totally deny the use of the brazen rigid arms that I forged as a knight for intimidating acts against ordinary people.
Because if that's who it works with, it's definitely working. However, the means is a razor-bladed sword.
Even if you win a battle, you may lose a match.
You must carefully identify who you want to sell the fight to. Especially if humans are against them. If you are too confident in your abilities, you will become paranoid. Those who put themselves in a cut world say that a single mistake in judgment is irrevocable.
In that sense, Claudia was completely unfamiliar with the situation and where she used it. I was blinded by my beliefs and ran with blood on my head. Leave no one to imagine the worst. That's why I scratched my leg.
I can only say that you are too fragile to sell me a fight.
If you wave your strength cheaply, a painful tail will come back. No matter how much combat you sharpen, it won't help if society becomes an enemy. All we need is another weapon.
There is no point in being socially wiped out without being able to distinguish the battlefields standing.
Ernest laughed as he remembered.
"Your influence on Tilda was dramatic. Claudia would be a better knight if that thoughtless intuition were improved."
"If so, I would be worthy of baking a brokerage."
And I know that will be the case in the near future.
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On the way to the infirmary, I noticed something unexpected.
"... what's wrong?
"Yeah, it's nothing."
Shake your head to Ernest, who asks suspiciously.
It was melancholy, and my heart was pounding. Father's sharp. But it seemed that the doctrine was also inherited, and even as it caught on, it didn't pursue it.
I arrived in the infirmary without incident.
With the bullet placed on the examination table, you just regained consciousness - pretending to be a nursing teacher.
Okay, I'm going home.
"Yes, thank you, Ernest."
Hand it over and Ernest pulled it up quickly. After this, there should be an interview with the education instructor. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'll give you a snack fold later.
This is more important now than that.
In fact, since I entered the infirmary, I have managed to contain my feelings of deviation.
I managed to get a doctor's examination under the guise of a weak expression.
"Is it a little fast?
"There may still be a shock."
Well, that's not a problem.
After being diagnosed with no abnormality, I decided to have her rest a little.
In the back of the infirmary, beds are arranged in a large room like a hospital room, separated by curtains. Because it is an environment where you can rest slowly with sound proof curtains that are gentle to the sick, I feel that when I come here from the past, it was mostly a case of pseudo-illness or bad skill. Which way is it today? Yeah, both.
One was already in use and the curtains were closed. I was put to bed next door and the curtains were closed as well.
Wake up immediately. Sit back on the bed and make sure you have the attached chair in the corner. The rest waited secretly excited, and the partition between the bed and the adjacent bed opened quietly.
"I knew you did it... Damn you...."
That said, it was Chiaran, a former customer, who walked astonished to the bedside.
My plans and behavioral patterns were fully read. Looks like he got out of everybody's way and waited in the infirmary at the final goal.
Sit down. Sit down.
Recommend a chair in front of you, almost like your own room. You won't sit next to me sitting in bed, so I try to put it a little closer.
"Are you okay to come here?
He hastened to us first, even though he kept quiet about us. But it doesn't seem like a prudent chiaran to create a situation where you two are alone like this.
That's why I'm so happy that you're here even if you push it.
"I don't think it's a coincidence that you faked your headache before you encountered the Preliminary Period (...) t (...) la (...) b (...) l (...), but... even if it's not okay, how can you send your daily routine as usual? I'm predicting you're going to do something dangerous."
She didn't feel alive while waiting for the results of the examination, blurring her tone as if she had given up somewhere.
"So you went to the infirmary in case of a temporary illness and waited for me while I was in a state of harassment?
Chiaran, sitting in front of me, gently reached out to my cheek to make sure I was safe.
Whoa, did you succeed by keeping your chair close!?
"Don't be so rude."
You're staring straight into my tense eyes.
"You'll never get hurt. Don't let Claudia's fault get in the way. --Even if you know that, you don't have to worry about it."
In a quiet tone, I was nevertheless strongly begged.
"--yeah... I'm sorry for making you nervous."
The feeling of being seriously stared at quickly began to buzz. This is more reflection than occasionally.
Oh, I rubbed my mind unnecessarily again.
For me, it's been a long time since I've had a good battle.
Unlike the busy situation in which life is exchanged with a lot of cops these days, it was a game with no danger at all, so did you think too lightly?
From a tough knight, the bodies of ordinary people must look fragile like dolls.
I'm the only one who really knows I won't get a scratch.
Because I know too much, I can't see the opposite part because of the improvement.
Even if I think about it, I'll forget the fever if I'm too close to my throat, so it's troublesome again.
Well, let's learn a little bit. Chiaran always tells me what I don't notice.