The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

Master Ardina fell ill.

Yesterday, I was like Ardina who kept praying in church all day, but at last I didn't get good results. There was no change in the sanctuary.

I don't know if this' sanctuary 'was a' detachment ', or if Master Ardina's divine power didn't work well but it was late. What I don't know weighed everyone's mind. Even if you go around visiting a church with a' sanctuary 'as it is, even if there was a' hit 'in it, would you pass unnoticed? - If that happens, the country's credibility with Master Ardina will be lost.

That anxiety, which has been dull in the back of my chest since the beginning of my journey, is now swelling louder and louder in all of us.

Nevertheless, as one person, I did not show any bare gestures to blame Master Ardina.

So is that. The line of pilgrimage best understands how hard Master Ardina works. Although I still do not have the opportunity to speak to Master Ardina, it has often been conveyed from what everyone has said that she is trying to perform her duties in agony and distress.

Such an Ardina fell on her way to church because of her terrible eyesight.

He said he was on his way to the altar yesterday with very little rest, so I can't help it.

According to Natalie, the caregiver who said she was qualified for nursing, Ardina didn't seem to be in a situation where she could move for a while, so she decided to have a day off in her own room today.

It's Noel's job to praise Master Ardina for trying to get up because she's okay.

Others - Mr Sotini, for example, just stopped and said that Master Ardina, who has a somewhat stubborn spot, is hard to snort at. Noel told me to stay on my side and finally Master Ardina is calm and lying down.

... Nice.

I don't know, I won't tell you, of course. I won't tell you. But I'm a little jealous... of the fact that it can't be deluded. Oh, you're already here. Since I came near Noel, I seem to have become very weak.

I can't help but overlap what I once was and what Master Ardina looked like.

When I think those days, when I used to be consoled by Noel as he scolded me, were reshaped, and out of my reach, and still go on like this, I can't do it.

(That's what I knew)

As I told myself, I pulled through the weeds.

Now, speaking of what I was doing, I had nothing to do with it today, so I was just putting my sperm out on grazing the inn garden.

I've been praised by the innkeeper again, but I really don't have anything to do, I want you to forgive me.

But, well, the fact was that the garden was already cleaned and there wasn't enough work for me to do.

- Oh, it's a beautiful day.

Although temporarily (when) the weather continued to become unstable, it has also been settling recently. Nothing, it just seems like a peaceful day. In the shadow of it, it sounds like a lie that the distortion of the 'pulse' is starting to twitch and disequilibrate nature.

(He said he was there)

Walking around the large garden, two familiar figures entered sight.

He sits on a stone-making bench and brushes his long sword with tamed hands - Mr. Elliot and Mr. Sizzle.

Ugh, they're both my bad two. Mr. Sizzle has been so hard to get close since the "what do you think of Master Ardina" attack this evening. Needless to say about Mr Elliot.

Though I turned around and turned my heel back.

"Hey!"

Mr. Elliot couldn't possibly have caught me. Damn right, miss it.

"... what is it"

When I looked back and approached him, Mr. Elliot was on the tannic side again.

"Don't try to run away obviously. You're rude."

"I wasn't trying to escape."

"Look at our faces. You turned around as much as you wanted."

I hope you won't join Mr. Elliot until Mr. Sills.

"No, I'm sorry to bother you."

"There's nothing to interrupt. You seem free, and don't you want to hang out with the public for a second?

……

Not at all a heart-catching suggestion, but I can't even think of an excuse to say no.

Mindful, I sat shallow next to Mr. Elliot.

"... uh, Master Ardina's health, I'm worried"

Even when it comes to public discourse, this is the only topic that these three of us have in common.

Besides, I don't have much information about Master Ardina at my place, so I was hoping to hear more about the situation if possible.

"Sort of. Lady Rayburn seems to be feeling a lot calmer now."

"Really? Good"

"Tomorrow you will go to church another day if you are fit, and if you cannot, you will be heading to the next city of Smirnase"

I see, there is no point in extending the number of days of stay to the disciples (pranks) beyond the failure to detect distortions in the 'temperatures'. That would be a natural decision. More importantly, if you didn't feel anything in yesterday's day, repeating the same thing again tomorrow may not change the outcome.

"Mr. Rayburn."

Two, Mr. Sizzle raised his voice, as I thought.

Tilt your head and peek into my face over Mr. Elliot. He has a sharp impression because of his nasal muscles that slipped through his thin eyes. Probably the youngest of these rows, but they are bad in nature because they have a sophisticated air that doesn't suit their appearance.

"Yesterday, you said something to Master Rayburn in the garden there, didn't you?

"Eh."

You were being watched!

Yeah, but speaking of which, I was basically in a position where someone was watching me at all times.

"The more they're even confessed to love, the more passionately they said something about it, but that kind of relationship?

"There's a chip! Instead, it's a threat... uh, nothing."

"Did they even do something terrible to you because they threatened you?

Mr. Elliot complements the words exactly and stuffs them here.

"No, I'm fine. Well, I don't know what to say, don't do anything that really upsets Mr. Ardina's feelings. Look, I'm an ordinary civilian. When Lady Ardina sees how relaxed I am, she remembers her long idle life before she became a witch, and she says she may be depressed."

"I see."

"Mmm."

But Mr. Sizzle still tries to pull this topic off. Please stop now.

"Didn't you mention Master Sotini's name? I wasn't listening, but I thought I heard something."

What, he's really the one who can't eat, this guy.

"I didn't mention it. Am I not mistaken?

"Unfortunately, I have better ears. I knew Lady Rayburn had Sotini in his sight. Say something about falling for Master Ardina."

The sari and the words out of Mr. Sizzle's mouth are quite core. Neighbor Elliot doesn't look surprised, though he only has a frightened face that says, "He's here again..." Is it a famous story in the Royal Palace about Mr. Sotini that the situation has slipped to two of the guards?

"Isn't Lady Rayburn wondering if you're Sotini's man?

I did not answer that, on the contrary I asked him back.

"I didn't know that Mr. Sotini was running for witch in itself. Is that true?

"Oh, it's true. Or rather, the whole royal palace thought that Master Sotini would be the next witch."

"Everyone in the city unanimously said that Master Ardina had been chosen as a witch..."

"Well, you can't show the people the goth around the witch. The general public was only best informed after it was all over."

Between me and Mr. Sizzle speaking enthusiastically, Mr. Elliott resumed taking care of the weapon with his mouth tied. I don't think you like these rumors. The truth is, even I don't like to talk about people in the shadows, but you just care.

"Did Mr. Sotini want to be a witch?"

"Come on? But he's priceless. I didn't think it would be nice if they scratched the witch's throne."

I think of Master Ardina and Mr. Sotini standing next to him.

I've hardly had a chance to see them where they're together. About when Ardina called me to her private room about our fixer's lunch box. But even in that short time, we could feel enough that the two of us were thinking of each other. I think Mr. Sotini introduced me purely for Master Ardina. Is it too rude to doubt that?

...... yeah.

After all, I, Mr Rayburn, can do nothing to doubt Mr Sotini as he says.

"Well, that's enough, that kind of talk. We have nothing to do with the bottom line."

Mr. Elliot, with his well-maintained sword in his sheath, opened his mouth for the first time in a long time.

"Hey, Halka, we're going back to your room."

"Uh, oh, ha"

I was forced by Mr. Elliott to pull me off, make sure I was dragged away and leave the garden behind. I panicked and looked at Mr. Sizzle, but he just slightly shrugged his shoulders.

When I entered the inn, the sweet smell of stir-frying vegetables tickled my nose tip.

Right, it's almost noon. Master Ardina, I wonder if she might be able to eat something.

"Hey, don't stick your neck in the circumstance around the witch too much"

When closing the front door, Mr. Elliott sent more and more advice.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Not really. You, he likes you."

"What's that guy?

"It's a sizzle, we were just talking, you know"

Mm-hmm. I'm a little unconvinced by the way you say you can't read the air. Still, I am proud to say that I am twice as sensitive to the atmosphere of people.

"As much as Mr. Sizzle likes it, I don't even remember talking to him."

"I guess it's dinner time during this time.... you, I knew you weren't normal."

"And rude. Am I that weird?

"Weird, it doesn't mean you just don't look like a civilian. It also seems to me that your sudden appearance on the Witch's Pilgrimage means something. Maybe we all feel the same way now."

What! I don't want you to tailor yourself to something meaningful and carefree!

I myself said I have no idea what I'm here for.

"That's why the Sizzle guy is deliberately trying to give you a lot of information to see how it goes. If you don't want to get caught up in this, I'm gonna spend a lot of time with you without saying anything."

Of course, it is a presence that I want to do as peacefully as possible.

I pulled my lips together and snorted.

"So? What about the truth?"

What do you mean?

I sent my gaze to my neighbor, Mr. Elliot.

"What are you like?

……

I don't think that's a mouthful of questions I asked you to keep quiet.

Now I'm going to go on a tour to see what I've answered.

It was then.

"You were both here"

A voice was heard from behind us.

The Lord of the Voice is - Noel.

Looking back, I haven't recognized him in a long time.

Apparently Noel is alone. I'm not even dusty, I'm walking over here.

- I don't know why, Noel seems very upset.

See, Mr. Elliot? You're right, I'm a woman who can read the air in an instant.

That's what I wanted to say and put my chest up, but my neighbor Elliot, too, apparently already felt Noel was frustrated. He was silently stretching his spine and taking his gaze while holding his breath.

"Thought I couldn't see you two."

"Dear Noel... why are you here?

I asked to explore.

Oh, this tingly nasty vibe.

I can't help but crack my stomach and talk when Noel and I finally say we could face each other directly from the front.

"I've been watching Master Ardina go home."

"Dear Ardina..."

"No problem. Take a day off today and you'll get better."

"Oh, good."

As he lowered his chest relieved, Mr. Elliot next door advanced a step forward.

"Dear Noel, were you looking for us?

"... no, not like that"

"I apologize for taking the liberty of walking. We were talking a little bit in the garden. After this, we'll be waiting in the living room."

Gently bowing his head, Mr. Elliot urged me to go.

Oh, oh, should I walk away with Mr. Elliot?

I was the one who tried to walk over to his back to follow Mr. Elliot with his hand on the door leading to the living room - and Noel took that arm.

What, what!?

Attracted and looking back at Pomp Noel, his gaze is shooting through Mr. Elliot, not me. Mr. Elliot, speaking, was also surprised to alternate between me and Noel. That's right.

"Elliot, you seem to understand exactly what's going on around the witch pilgrimage."

――

"That's why you don't get into this guy more than you need to."

I was more stunned by Noel's protruding words.

- Noel, maybe he was listening to our conversation earlier.

So, me and, most importantly, Mr. Elliot are on guard.

But wait a minute. Nothing, you wouldn't have anything to say with a fight like that. Besides, there's a little bit of Noel's unknightly vegetarian personality.

And.

Mr. Elliot has done his job properly and correctly.

Instead, you can say that you care about me and are kind to me. That's not just surveillance, it must come from kindness. That's why there was nothing like prying me into the groan.

Now, for the first time, just a little bit, I've just been throwing deep questions. Yet I am not convinced by Noel's dialogue, which even said that he is listening to this fishery, even if it is as if it were of interest.

Staring at Noel softly, he sighed small.

"Don't say anything, I know"

I know, what?

Still stunned, but didn't know what to say, just looking up at Noel in silence, the other side looked like he chewed up a bitter bug over there. By the way, you pulled me off yourself, and now you're pushing your back and urging me to go over there. What the hell, Ariam!

"We'll be leaving this town tomorrow. With that heart count, you two be ready."

"Hey......"

"Okay."

Mr. Elliot is just fine, and he's gorgeously through with all the tangles that Noel doesn't know what he means.

And now he moved to the living room alone, without prompting me.

I have no choice but to follow Mr Elliot again, too. I have a lot to talk to Noel about, but now that I do, it's going to be a fight. Besides, I don't know where or who's watching me.... especially around Mr. Sizzle.

"Bad"

When I left, it got to my ear that Noel groaned so.