I couldn't sleep that night.
Siegmund's sleep is shallow. He thought so, even the slightest noise of the remnants of a long slave life would wake him up. The merchant who had abused him for a long time hurt the defenseless body of a slave who slept in front of the Lord in an attempt to exhaust himself with heavy labor.
The nighttime bedroom is dim only by the moonlight that is about to sink, enough to discern less furniture contours with Siege's naked eyes. Sitting with one knee to bring to the wall on the bed, Sieg was listening to the sound of dawn without moving one.
The night is not silent. Although a corner with 'wood leakage days' is not an insecure place, few people walk in the middle of the night and the night is very quiet and easy to live. Still, if the wind blows, you can hear the shaking sounds of the trees, the leaves, and the bugs and the bird feathers that you hear at night.
Early risen birds and small animals move as dawn approaches. The sound of windows and doors opening somewhere far away. Is the bakery starting to serve in time for breakfast?
If you are so distracted and ears so distracted that you may even hear the sound of your own heart, you will hear the way the city awakens from its sleep.
Birds in the distance (not even) Ri.
(Is that ringing in Morgena...)
It's a bird that starts its activities earlier than dawn. The twist of Morgena tells us that the dawn is near.
My father taught me this.
Sieg's father is a hunter. He is a hunter's blood muscle. They hunt in the woods for days, carrying bows and arrows and following their prey. Rest your body in the woods as you sit exactly as Sieg is doing now, lurking your breath and spending the night. In some cases, they also had ancestors who slept with their eyes open.
When my father took me out hunting and revealed the night in the woods for the first time, everything my father taught me was terribly easy to wear. Back then, my father's teaching without learning was all simple, and I thought that the disciplines and courtesies he taught his teachers were so much more difficult, but they weren't. Now I know. Everything my father taught was pulsating in the blood flowing through Siegmund, which is why it was easy to master despite the advanced technology.
The fact that Zeke's sleep is shallow is not really because of the slave life, the merchant, but because it is close to the qualities he was born with.
(I know......)
Sieg holds a bow placed aside.
The bow is firmest than holding a Mithrill sword rather than holding a knee empty-handed.
This is what I am.
Hold the bow and spend the night with the forest tree on the back of the cave wall. Now he keeps his back on the wall of his room and thus awaits the dawn.
But not then. Lynx and I fought to get Mariela off the hook. Lynx was protecting Sieg's back that time.
It was Sieg's first experience to keep someone's back, protect them and fight them. The only enemies are those that appear up front. You're fighting for your life, but there's no anxiety behind it. I've never had such an experience before, and I felt like I wanted to change, something I wanted to be.
(If I could use a bow then...)
If only the bow could have been used, Lynx must not have died. Even if you couldn't shoot Death Lizard in a single blow, if you could flinch it slightly, then that slight respite must have given Lynx room to bounce back instead of taking the Death Lizard's murder blade.
No, it's only been about six months since I started using it. If I had faced the bow sooner, I might have been able to protect Mariella on my own.
Every time I think back to that day, my regrets are endless.
It was the day Nielenberg, also a therapist for the Labyrinth Crusaders, was absent. It would be easier to think of something in the labyrinth. We have to dive into the labyrinth on such a day.
No matter how secure the hierarchy is, if you have the potion at hand.
We need to take the unfaithful load-carrying slaves who say Jiya and so on.
When we talked about it, we knew better than anyone that Siegmund had survived a harsh slave life without being able to change the past and the present in its extension.
"What if, at that time," I don't know how much I repeated that regret.
But all of that was utterly pointless, and it was Mariela who happened to meet him who saved Siegmund, who rolled down to the abyss of death.
That's why I wanted to set myself apart from my past self, which was full of mistakes, so that I would never make a mistake again.
I already had no past self, and as a new self helped by Mariella, I was going to live with this sword given to Mariella.
I couldn't even protect Mariella.
It was Lynx who protected Mariela, and she was an important companion and best friend who could keep her back, but she even lost him like that. I didn't want to be the new me.
The thin and eastern skies grew white. In this case, I can see that it was attached to the back yard wall. Siegmund stands up with his bow in one hand when he carries a practice arrow.
What if then? No matter how much I regret it, I can't change the past. Worrying is futile. As Frazija said, I also understand that it is not the fault of one person alone.
However, the thought of "if only I could use a bow" could not be dispelled.
Siegmund recalls the past six months since she met Mariella.
"Oh, no more, no more! Sieg! Bow man, you really are a bowman!
That's what Lynx said while dealing with Needle Ape at the Arlyman Hot Springs in the winter.
Even when hunting for Wyburn, I didn't wish there was a bow in Wyburn that didn't come at a distance from the adventurer.
Even Void, Elmera's husband, pointed it out.
I did a good job with all of that and kept my bow away from my past self.
(I can't afford to lose it. Only Mariella would never...)
On Sieg's hips is the Mithril sword Mariella gave him. And I have a dagger that I still borrow from Lynx.
"Protect Mariella," a dagger that Lynx kept in mind.
If you can't give it back, you can hold it anywhere. It didn't change anyway. It was only worth two large silver coins. It was a wish that the Alchemist (Mariella) deserved to be an escort.
If you can help Mariella even slightly. Reunited with her teacher, she walked out looking forward again, if she could stay by her side for a little longer.
Siegmund quietly went to the backyard and squeezed his bow toward him in the morning.
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"Fi, it's been a dizzy week, Sieg."
"Ah......"
Mariella and Sieg hang out in a living room with a fireplace.
"I realized I was dizzy when I started saying things when my eyes seemed to get rough……."
A week after the Master's assault. That master is here. You can't be busy.
I know, but I've been really busy this past week.
Firstly, an introduction to the regulars of "Wood Leak Day".
This went smoothly. At least that's what Mariela thought.
The master also boarded Mariella's "Alchemist of the Empire" setting, and at least he was often greeting everyone.
After finishing his greeting the whole time, "Fine, you can have plenty of variety," he grinned a little chilly at his master, but Mariella's peace was still preserved, at least at this stage.
The problem was since Leonhardt, Weishardt and others were invited to the Schusenwald Borderline Uncle family.
The day after the Master arrived, Weishardt himself came to the "Wood Leak Day" and exchanged polite greetings with the Master before inviting me to dinner. When the three masters, Mariella and Siege arrived at the mansion of the Schusenwald Borderline Uncle through the underground water supply, more fancy liquor was available for a more luxurious meal than before, and the two tops of the labyrinth cities of Leonhardt and Weishardt welcomed themselves. The two of them try to get together while weaving stories like what they would do to your dignitaries from afar, such as the formation of a labyrinth city or the story of a labyrinth crusade.
In contrast to Mariella, who fears even for the second time, the master, Frazija, had eaten a great deal without showing any shards of reluctance and drank the expensive liquor.
"Lord Frazija. I've heard that name before. The direction in which it appeared is that you are Mariella's mentor. Isn't that Frazija, the fiery sage who burned down high-altitude demons overflowing from the Demon Forest and turned it into scorched earth, 200 years ago, during a flood of Demon Forests (Stampede)?
In anticipation of the time when the Master had plenty of booze around, Weishardt asks the Master.
"Heh, my name, it's coming through."
Frazija affirms that she was a man of 200 years ago and a wise man of the flames.
"!... Again! This may be the guide of heaven. Lord Frazija, I want you to lend your help to our Labyrinth Crusaders to crusade the Labyrinth!
Leonhardt, who meets Weishardt face-to-face, asks Frazija for help. But.
"You can't. I can't help you the way you want."
Frazija responds as if she had seen through Leonhardt and other offers.
"What do you mean you can't help us what we want?
Weishardt listens back to what could be considered Frazija's disrespect, without appearing to have spoiled his mood.
"That you can't be a force for war. Are you Master Weiss? You heard the spell I was looking for. Don't you notice?
Weishardt's eyes shake just a little in the master's story. I didn't offend you with your disrespectful remarks. It's true that I was listening to Captain Kite and Frazija's interactions with skills and magic, but I didn't think they were noticed.
Being good in aristocratic socializing, such as stealing and listening to conversations, is why we do our defense with eavesdropping, and we hide it from eavesdropping. The skills and witchcraft I used yesterday were that kind of thing, and it wasn't the kind of technique that could easily be seen through. After realizing that, to say that you used your technique in front of Captain Kite is to say that you deliberately made him listen. The spell Frazija has cast has reached Weishardt's ear correctly.
"………………………………. Apologize. It was the first spell I ever heard."
Staring into Frazija's golden eyes, Weishardt apologizes. False or bad excuses for this opponent would be bad.
"I'm not blaming you for anything you hear. It's a natural response. That spell is a spirit magic."
Without the wind I cared about, the master responds. But the look on Weishardt's face when he heard about it rocks a lot.
"Spirit Magic!? No way............. I should have lost it............. But, yeah. That's why all that number of fire columns at the same time......"
Frazija laughs with pleasure when she first sees Weishardt with a startling look on her face.
"Because there aren't many people who could use it originally. But that's not the problem. Spirit magic draws on the power of the Spirit. So in the labyrinth, where the power of the Spirit is weakened, it is greatly powerless. Master Weiss will be more powerful."
Spirit magic. It's a word you can't hear. Mariella had no idea her master could have used such a thing.
Mariella and Siege are not allowed to enter the serial space that is suddenly formed, as they were begun with a shield. I never wanted to come in. The dinner table is sitting opposite Leonhardt, Weishardt with the master and Mariella. Like last time, the food was buffet style for easy enjoyment, and seats were available for Sieg, but he declines because he is an escort. Even as the Schusenwald Border House, Mariella's intentions were respected and seats were reserved, and Zeke's resignation passed so well that Zeke stood behind Mariella.
In other words, Mariella, who couldn't keep up with the conversation, couldn't even look at Sieg and just had to devour dessert.
Because Weisshalt reveals surprises without showing emotion, it is not easy to say that spiritual magic can be used. But Frazija says she can't be a fighter after disclosing that fact. 'I'm not willing to cooperate,' Leonhardt thinks, darkly saying no.
(Then why show me the trump card called Spirit Magic, etc? No, he was called the Wise Man of Fire in the first place. It may be disrespect to try to be thoughtful.
If a woman named Frazija, who sits in front of Leonhardt and others, has the ability to be equal to the S-rank, she can't possibly be as helpful as she was once entertained in the first place. S-rank is the battalion size and division size alone. There is a huge opening in estimated power because many S-Rankers choose to hide without going out into the world, and their strength does not cross the rumor horizon. Such a person appeared as a master of the Alchemist (Mariella). Leonhardt couldn't help but feel fated to match that fact.
(Let's just say that getting a connection in some way is a good enough achievement now)
With that in mind, Leonhardt asks Frasija after watching Mariella quietly carry the dessert to her mouth.
"I am told that you will not be a force of war, but I hear that you are Mariella's master. So what can I do for you as an alchemist?"
Tired by Leonhardt and anxious to eat too much dessert, Mariella includes tea in her mouth in an attempt to swallow the sweetness of the cream that spreads through her mouth.
"Uh, that's it. Because I can only make intermediate potions."
"Bu ha! Master!?"
Mariella sprayed her tea brilliantly on the facts of the shock.
Leonhardt and Weishardt also harden and do not move like they were under the curse of petrification. I took out the cloth and Zeke wiped Mariella's mouth and the waiter wiped the table.
Mariella goes on without saying anything like that. It seems that the serial space collapsed brittle with the confession of the master's shock. You mustn't pinch your mouth during a conversation with a great man, or even such a destructive force that would crumble Mariella's common sense.
"Huh!? Really? Intermediate is the master, why? Even though you are a master!?
That would surprise you. Sure, my master taught me everything from important to irrelevant until now, but it's my first ear that I can only make it to intermediate. Sure, the explanation was oral, and he never demonstrated it in front of me, but no way.
"Um? Didn't I tell you? Well, even if you can't make it, I can teach you, so it's no problem, right?
"Well, that's not the problem, is it? Oh, no way. When I signed with the veins?
Mariella panicked if it was her fault when she remembered that Mariella had made her master use her skills a lot.
"No. From the beginning. Because, you have to make potions for alchemy. Because it's Mendo. It doesn't suit you sexually, does it? That's why I didn't raise it."
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
I don't believe it. What is the reason for that? No, not on top of this. It's like a master.
Mariella, whose open mouth cannot be blocked, and the Schusenwald brothers, whose petrification cannot be solved as well. They both left their mouths slightly open, ruining their neat faces. Especially since Weishardt has the usual poker face that he has never seen before. It's catastrophic.
The master looked interesting at the three people exposing the dumb surface, when he drank up a glass of booze,
"I need to talk to Uncle Borderline, too."
And I laughed a lot and said so.