The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"Somebody call a healing wizard! Mariella! Mariella!

Siegmund with Mariela rushes into "Yagoo's Bouncing Bridge Pavilion". Mariela has a blue complexion and is unconscious.

For the rest of the upset, one of the healing wizard-like guests examined Mariella.

"Oh, this is out of magic. You don't have to worry so much, you'll wake up tomorrow morning.

Ha, and a sigh of relief to Sieg, "Let him sleep in his room," the Inn Master urges. Sieg went to return the yagoo while the woman at the store was dressing Mariela.

Returning to "Yagoo's Bouncing Bridge Pavilion," the Inn Master asks for dinner.

(Meals, etc., minus the Lord………)

"Eating is part of the job," the master offered Siegmund, hesitating to take a seat. Shut up and flatten the meal served, Siegmund returns to his room.

Mariela was in bed, sleeping quietly.

Quietly pull the chair and sit beside Mariella's bed. I see it this way. She looks younger than her age.

(That skill was awesome.

Siegmund reminds me of Mariella, who manufactures glass. From the melting furnace, which emits blinding light at high temperatures, as the glass rises one after the other, it is cut off, cooled while it is seen, and into the hands of Siegmund. The speed grew faster and faster, as if watching the exercise of magnificent magic.

What a magical amount, Siegmund trembled with emotion.

But after pulling up the last one, Mariella fell on the spot.

I thought I'd hold my breath. My heart hits a buck and an early bell, and my stomach is drawn to the cum. Running up to Mariella as she rolled over, she looked bright blue, but breathed.

Hold Mariella and drive Yagoo at full speed.

I tremble when my hand shakes my reins. I'm anxious and I'm going to be squashed and my breath is painful. Looks like there's even a stone in my stomach.

If we don't hurry, we have to hurry and show Mariela to the healing magician. I'm... I'm...

"For this Lord, it is difficult to die.

Siegmund covered his face with both hands.

(At that time, I did think so…….

- If Mariella dies, she says, 'I'm in trouble'.

I am grateful to Mariella. I feel grateful. It saved me from the pain of death. Treated me as a person. Three meals a day, clean clothes, new shoes, warm beds, daily baths, morning and evening greetings, and casual conversations. None of which I didn't have some time ago.

Yet it's only been a week.

I got used to it all and took it for granted.

Of course I know it by the head. I'm a criminal slave, and I can't be anything but Mariela, the Lord who gives me this kind of life.

Mariella is probably the only alchemist in the labyrinth city, and aside from its rarity, alchemist skill is certain. But with the exception of alchemy, Mariella herself is just a terribly normal, mediocre, younger girl than her age.

Lynx also told me. "It's just a bitch," he said.

I thought you were right. So I wanted to protect you, I wanted to protect you. While Lynx was gone, I wanted him to think I was there. Except for alchemy, she's just a country bitch. It's convenient for me to treat you normally. If you smile so gently and spoil me like a courtier, you'll love me. Even the women so far have been. Mariela is important, she's a benefactor of her life, other women, etc., out of sight. I like her, just her. Because it is the irreplaceable 'Lord of the Good Lord'.

I want to be special to Mariella. I want a place in Mariella. I don't want to lose it again. Have a warm, warm, steady life with her smile, greetings and a meal that she enjoys together.

Oh, my God, I'm a selfish person.

I thought it was for Mariella. I thought it was for Mariella.

I didn't even realize how I felt. I even conspired.

It's all for your own good...

Yes, long after Mariella healed me. I was observing the new Lord. What personality, what do you prefer and what do you dislike? I don't talk except what they ask me. Don't say anything extra. If you're in such a bad mood, you better keep your mouth shut.

Hiring a slum person to fix the mansion was really the opposite. I don't know what kind of trouble this will cause. But I couldn't tell you. No, I didn't tell you. Mariela's dying. She likes to buy me. If you can't stop and think you're a cold man, you better do what Mariella thinks. In case anything happens, just do everything you can to protect it. Then I'm sure she'll thank me.

I wasn't clearly aware of these thoughts, emotions. Almost unconscious. Because he was deluded to say "for the Lord" and "for Mariela".

Remove the hand wipe from the pocket. The name is embroidered with a small 'Sieg' on the edge. It was given to me the day we met. If you're happy and grateful and you haven't let go for a long time, "I'll mark you because I can't tell you apart from the others," Mariella stabbed me.

It seemed very, very nice to have my belongings even though the clothes, shoes, underwear and even this body that I am wearing are not mine.

Mariella's kindness has nothing to do with it.

Gently stroke Mariella's head asleep.

"Nhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Rice……….

She leaks these bedtime words well.

I'm sure she's lonely. When I was young, my teacher took me in and raised me. Mariella's expression about her substitute master is filled with love at any time of the conversation. She said she had lived independently in her mid-teens and alone in the Devil's Forest all the time.

Even when demons overflowed from the Devil's Forest (of Stampede), they must have fled by themselves, started the magic formation by themselves, and woke up in the world 200 years later by themselves.

I don't know what a temporary death is, but if it's like a long sleep, it's no surprise that the fear of a catastrophe that destroyed the country overnight remains. In a changed world, there's no one to know, just one, how anxious I was.

I bought me (Siegmund) because I can think of sources, escorts, labor, any purpose, but I think I just reached out so that my child would pick up the abandoned dog on the side of the road because of loneliness.

So much so that Mariella, who sleeps in bed, looks like a normal girl.

Siegmund stares at Mariella sleeping in bed.

A daughter caught by a bandit says she can fall in love with a bandit. Favorable feelings for things that hold their own lives increase the likelihood of survival.

(Mine, how does it feel to think of Mariella?

No matter how much I think about it, my thoughts just loop and I can't get to the answer.

(I don't know what to do.

Aside from who it's for, there's no falsehood in wanting to protect it. Even prophecy is necessary to protect it. But I want her to like me, I don't want her to feel bad, I don't want to disagree.

I never want Mariella to know what such a stupid feeling is.

It's so, so horrible to be known.

Leaving Siegmund in the labyrinth of thought, he stayed up late at night and dawned.

"Good morning, Sieg?

I slept a lot better, and Mariella wakes up with a refreshing face.

He sat on the chair beside the bed and looked a little surprised by Sieg staring at Mariella.

"Morning, Mariella..."

Sieg looks very grumpy and has no energy to say hello. I wonder what happened, Mariella snapped her neck.

(Uh, speaking of which, yesterday, I fell out of magic.

I guess I made you worry. If you look closely, you are squeezing your favorite hand wipe.

Mariela got up and sat down on the edge of the bed so that she was opposite Sieg. Sieg is nagging and doesn't gaze at Mariela peeking into her face.

"Sorry, Sieg. You worried me.

"Yes.............

"You stunned, didn't you? I should have told you what might be out of magic.

"Yes……….

"If something happens to me, Sieg, it could be in your unpleasant eyes again. I made you anxious, really, I'm sorry.

Biki and Sieg trembled and looked at Mariella.

"Mariella......, me.

Sieg's mouth breathes air when it's hard.

Mariella was so afraid that she didn't want her to know if she knew it or if she realized it.

"I tried to get into Mariella. I don't want to go back, I don't want to go away.

For Jibu. I had it covered, and yet…………… "

"Yeah. I know. It's okay, Sieg. I love any Zeke, so I'm fine.

Mariela's "I Love It" doesn't have romantic feelings. That's about it, Siegmund can tell.

Mariella strokes Siegmund's head in tears.

Siegmund gradually understood this day that even a cowardly, dwarfed self, unable to understand his feelings and thoughts, could be by Mariella's side (here).