The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

"Are you dissatisfied with your meal?

"... no. Look, you know what I mean."

A few days had passed since Acrylic entered the Western Hall where Algard lived to steal.

Since then, Algardo has been present at the Acrylic dining table. Algardo brought in an acrylic meal, tasted poisonous, and then served the acrylic portion, but how long had we been surrounding the meal together?

At first, soup was the main meal, but after I found out that acrylic was fine, I started serving regular meals. It was so delicious that I had never eaten any of the meals, it was an acrylic that I was disappointed in, but I've been eating it a lot lately.

It was only a meal to fill the hunger at first, but the margin of being able to take a meal without even being hungry was starting to make acrylics care about people's gaze.

Algardo was eating beautifully in front of the disappointing acrylic, because it was one of the causes. Algard's meal must have been beautiful and he fell in love with it by accident. Then acrylics also stop disappointing and try to eat with Algardo's appearance.

"That's good."

"... is this satisfying Al's interest?

Algard said he wanted to know about acrylics as a condition of being here, but he hasn't taken any action to make it clear to acrylics yet.

It was a word that came out of that question, but Algardo stops his dietary hand and wipes his mouth with a cloth towel.

"Right. Looks like the acrylic and a lot of nervousness have been removed. First......"

Feeding it, or the acrylic frown stops by. I realized I had been caught eating since I was told.

Still, I don't go back to what I ate. If you don't fight back, you'll never get hungry. With that in mind, Acrylic was surprised no matter what he said, and now it's time for me to get up.

"Let's study."

"... study?

"Ah. It's from the public language of the Kingdom of Palettia."

Acrylic tilted his neck without knowing what it meant. I wonder why I'm talking about studying.

"I don't know what that means, that's your face."

……

"In the first place. We don't know each other in detail. The language makes sense, but it is also natural that cultures differ if countries are different. In order to do this, we need to get to know each other. As a prerequisite, I'm just asking you to learn these words to make it easier to communicate."

"So you're telling me the words...?

I wonder why you do that.

That's the kind of question that comes to mind in acrylic breasts. Algard seems to be even more serious about it, which in turn deepens acrylic perplexity.

"At the end of the day, I will gain. I don't want to study even if they kill me, if you say so, I won't force you..."

"And it's not like I don't want to!

"Right. Then let's take a post-meal break and start class for the day. You'll be bored even when you're in the room. I've got homework for you, too, so you'll be free. You can even read a book if you remember the words. I don't think acrylics can hurt you, either.

"A book... do you have such a fancy product...?

"Hmm? Well, it's true that a book is somewhat expensive, but it's not an amount that even civilians can't reach. That's the general story in this country.... I don't know what's going to happen."

……

Finally, Algard leaned down and whispered to mock himself. Acrylic ears even pick up such an Algard grunt.

That bothered me, but when I realized that Algard had a face I had never seen before, the acrylic shut its mouth.

"Acrylic," it says in the letter of this country.

"Now... my name?

"That's right. You could write more beautifully if you practice."

Run the pen and let Algardo show you an example and write it down on the acrylic.

Words make sense, so Algardo makes them teach and write down meaning while translating from simple words to acrylics. Repeat the task of having the pronunciation written down as well.

Acrylic is running his pen like he said it was fun to be able to study. I haven't been able to hide that ear and tail moving in a good mood, and Algard loosens his mouth naturally.

"Are you having fun?

"Yeah!"

Acrylic answers Algard's query with momentum. Then, the acrylic looks up at Algardo like he's pissed off. Feeling the smile of Algard's gaze, Acrylic turns his face red and turns away.

Algardo leaks a laugh at how such acrylics look.

"Wow, don't laugh!

"I'm sorry....... hey acrylic"

"Already... what?

"Do you mind if we talk a little bit about the future?

"... future stories?

Algard stopped laughing and tightened his expression. Acrylic, who saw that change in Algard's expression, also tightened his expression.

The gentle air until earlier disappears, and the breathtaking feeling of tension that seems to draw my throat becomes full.

"We're talking about what acrylics are going to do."

…………

"I invited you as a guest, even though it was in front of the building. I want to know what you want to do."

"What do you want to do..."

"I don't know what happened when you came in here to steal. I see there's something stuck in the wings."

To Algard's words, Acrylic chooses silence by pulling his lips together.

Nor does it look like he cared about the silence of the acrylic, Algardo continues.

"Fortunately, this is the border. It would be nice if you looked forward to a peaceful life. If you have somewhere you want to go, I'll help you go for it."

"... how can you get that far?

"Right...... Tell us why, but we don't know each other's circumstances. The environment in which I grew up is different. I don't think it makes sense where we talked about it."

"... Aren't you going to talk because you don't know?

"Even though we don't know if we can understand each other?

Algardo's eyes are narrowed for acrylic inquiries. If I could look into those crimson eyes, I would suffer so much that my acrylic breath would become clogged.

"It's a fantasy, such as telling everything and you can understand it. No matter how many words you exhaust, no matter how many thoughts you speak, you can't overlap them all. You only need to know that I have a reason to do it."

"... there is no guarantee that you will not betray me at the end"

"No one can betray others. It's people who betray themselves. … but"

Algard's hand reaches for the acrylic. Acrylic hardens itself due to the agitation of the reaction. Because Algard's outstretched hand had no killing spirit, no hostility.

Pong, and Algard's hand can be put on the acrylic head. With his head caressed with gentle hands as it is, acrylic blinks.

"I don't want to betray you," he said. I can act with that in mind. "

……

I don't know, I think acrylic. I can't tell what a man named Al looks like in acrylics. Perhaps I can understand it if I know what the circumstances are that he doesn't talk about.

I have no reason to believe it. I can tell you I won't betray you with my mouth, I won't fool you. If you just say it, anyone can do it if you just look good.

(Still... if Al, can I be fooled)

I don't want to think this gentle hand is a lie. Acrylics couldn't let go of this warm time.

"Al. I want you to listen to me. About me, to you."

"... oh, let me hear it for sure"

Algardo nods loudly at the words that Acrylic tells him by squeezing his expression.

Seeing Algard nodded, Acrylic breathed heavily, getting his breath ready before slowly starting to talk.

"I don't know if I'm from what Al calls the Cambus Kingdom. 'Cause I never got out of there."

"Lee?"

"We called ourselves Licant. It's been told that werewolves, people and demon wolves, were born together. I don't know if it's true..."

Acrylic's mouth remains heavy, he says, because he was not interested. Algard was listening arm in arm to arm to acrylic circumstances spoken in a voice smaller than the pompous and normal volume of voice.

"We, Ricant, lived in the woods. I hunted beasts and demons, gathered the grace of the woods, and lived there."

"So wasn't Ricant interacting with the outside world?

"It wasn't supposed to be a good thing to be involved with people outside. If anyone gets lost, I'll chase them back, or I won't do anything if I see them in the woods. I didn't want to have to get involved until I got out."

"... but now you're out"

"I was caught, by a human."

Acrylic whines as he turns to hold his own body tight. Algardo frowned at the word "grab".

"I don't know if that's what Al calls a canvas kingdom. But there were a lot of people. There were all sorts of other races gathered there."

"Various races? That means it's just like Licant..."

"Yes, the humans call us subhuman.... where they forced me to kill."

"Murderer..."

"It wasn't every time. But he asked me to help him fight again and again. If I refused, they would whip me, skip my meal... I thought I'd die many times, and I even thought you'd kill me."

Behind Acrylic's brain comes a clear resurgence of the past he experienced.

The fact that he was caught in return for trying to chase back a man who approached him inside. From then on, every day they put me in a rough hut and force me to fight.

Some of them wanted to kill people. If I don't kill him, I'll be whipped myself. On the contrary, he was about to be killed by a relative human.

"I no longer have the strength to defy, and no one around me ever opens my mouth... it was hell"

"... so you could get away with it?

"When we escaped, we were being transported somewhere. I was put in a cage, but less people than usual. I took the lead, but the other kids broke into the woods because of me."

"So, you said you got here?

"... yes. I've been wandering for days without knowing."

Acrylic exhaled deeply to say so, saying that he had said it all out.

Algard is silent for now to put his hand on his chin and think in.

"... can you think of any worries about the chaser?

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Right..."

To breathing Algardo, Acrylic was breathtaking. I was here, fed, in a place to calm down and relaxed. But the possibility that I might be pursued had not yet disappeared.

Maybe, and the imagination comes to mind behind the acrylic brain. Maybe Al will try to kick himself out, he said.

"... don't worry"

"Huh?"

"I won't throw it out. This is also on the edge of something. I told you that.

Soothe his expression. Algardo continues with a grin, either to reassure him.

"He wants to know about acrylics. About a species called Licant, about an acrylic individual. I mean, for me, you deserve to be invited as a guest. So... oh, yeah"

Stroking Acrylic's cheek, Algardo continues with his brow butt dropped like trouble.

"I'll protect you."

"... Huh...!

To the words, acrylics shook my mind with much more intense shocks than I thought.

He was grabbed from the inside, forced to do unwanted things, wandered ahead of him and fled with his life, and arrived here.

Here is Al, who throws a bunk and gentle words that will not be threatened by a warm meal. Acrylic thought that was definitely a happy thing.

Acrylic thought he was saved. That unconsciously unties the shackles of fear that were tying the acrylic.

"... me, can I stay here?

"If that's what you want. Let's hope I want you here."

That was the word I wanted above all for Acrylic.

He said it's okay to stay here. Someone will be here to admit it.

Earliest, speechless. It just gets hot in the back of my eyes and makes me cry one after the other.

Algardo, who had his hand on his cheek, turns his hand around the back of the acrylic. Acrylic deposited his forehead with Algard so that he could lean over to the plump of his hand, which was accompanied by a one-handed hug.

Algardo just keeps stroking his back, crying acrylic without words. Until the acrylic is tired of crying and sleeping, all the time.