Jared Murphy was sitting directly in the backyard of the Duke of Alway's separate residence, Zazen, to recover the wounds he sustained in his death battle against Vault Toyfel's assassin Pfile.
Jared, a local attribute magician and a rare talent capable of interfering with the Spirit, is trying to regain some of his lost health and magic by touching the earth and communicating with the Spirits.
"... it's still a long way from full speed"
Once he was dying, more strength and magic were being taken from the boy mage than he could have imagined because he fought with impunity.
Sleeping will cure you sooner or later, but Olivier Alway, a ten-year-old fiancé, is terribly worried, so he steals her eyes to cure her at least a little faster and remains at present.
If they find out he's not in bed, I'm sure Olivier will be pissed off by the heat.
"That guy's scared when he gets angry"
Scary, it's a grin on Jared's face to say.
Every bit of Olivier's behavior that guides him through himself, sees him as a little overprotective, gets angry as soon as he doesn't hear what he has to say, and makes him grumpy like a child is fresh.
I'm sure she'll still be angry when it comes to fun, etc.
Now I can think of my fiancée in this way because I was able to protect her and her mother from assassins.
I can confidently say that it means something to Jared that for the first time he risked his life to fight for someone.
I wanted to know Olivier's past, my feelings for my mother, and help her. No, I thought I had to help.
I hate irrational things. There is no good life to be taken at someone's convenience.
I think about that because Jared was once about to be unreasonably deprived of his life. But at the same time, Jared's unreasonably life-taking side irritated him only slightly.
Nothing. I'm not talking about Jared taking someone's life unreasonably. Sometimes at the request of the Sorcerer's Association, it takes the life of a warcraft for human convenience, but that's not what I care about.
Jared can easily kill people as long as his priorities are clear.
Never thought about it before, but I realized it the other day in the fight against Pfile.
Jared tried to kill the assassin's boy to protect his fiancée, his mother, and the maid who protects them.
It was a battle we started to defend the Oliviers, but when we won the Pfile and found out we didn't have the information, we decided to kill them. I left it to my emotions and tried to take my life unreasonably with anger.
I'm not going to pretend that I've never taken a human life before, etc. But most of it was to protect themselves, and it was necessary. Jared is not alive if you hesitate even slightly. Killing someone under such circumstances never hurt my heart.
But not now. He tried to stab Todome as he won the fight. It wasn't just the reason I wanted to get rid of Olivier's danger, it was to leave myself to the wrath of not being able to reach the mastermind of targeting my fiancée and trying to take my life.
I would have regretted killing Pfile by now if Olivier hadn't stopped me.
He was an assassin boy who didn't know the name of the mastermind, but he has met the mastermind. I'm looking at your face.
I almost lost a valuable witness.
"How could you not be calm?
If I answer myself, I don't get an answer.
Ha, and Jared sighs grandly. If you realize it, you should try to recover with the help of the spirits, but the spirits were gone.
"Is that it?"
By birth, the Spirit has a restless personality. I don't expose children to fairy tales or myths, but I'm curious anyway.
Sing a song if you find the baby. If I find a crying child, he'll stay by my side until I stop crying. He's a good neighbor for kids to sing, dance, play with.
Even without the ability to interfere with the Spirit, the child clearly sees the Spirit and says it is possible to communicate with the will. Some theories allow you to communicate your will from the Spirit, but I'm not sure. They will never give us answers to such things.
There are also many naughty sides, from a little naughty to a big one. Interestingly enough, they often do it in good faith for them, and they don't play any tricks on people they don't like.
There may be a legacy that it is because of this that children are exposed, etc.
Such spirits, but stayed away from Jared and by the building. Looks like he's peeking at something through the window.
"Did you get the smell of confectionery again?
Stand up. Jared speaks to the spirits. They appealed to quiet with their cute index fingers on their mouths.
He's taking something seriously. I can't remember what was in the room they were glancing at, peeking at me from behind.
"- Yi..."
And I lost my word.
Beyond the window, Olivier was showering.
They say the spirits have no strict gender. Then I want to believe that I have no sketchy mind. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Jared thinks. Keep thinking about yourself without letting go of Olivier, who is who you were born to be.
He stood flat, not distracting himself, not walking away from this occasion, scolding the spirits.
For a moment, what did you think, the spirits? Knock on the window with a cone.
- No, no, no, no!
Jared screamed loudly in his heart.
Here again, Jared didn't move his legs, even though a different ending might have awaited him if he had fled with all his might to open the wound.
You still wanted to see Olivier naked, or maybe he was distraught. Or maybe he frightened himself into what was about to happen.
I mean, Olivier and I got eyes on each other.
"Jarre, d?
"Oh, haha, Olivier, listen, it's a misunderstanding"
Right around the corner I can see the spirits rejoicing that they "did it," "it worked -" "Operation Cupid of Love" and "it's a success".
I mean, I'm not sure what the spirits are for, but they distracted Jared.
- That's a big favor. Ahhhh!
"... you're also a sixteen-year-old boy. I didn't expect such a grand peek."
"No. No, it's true that I saw it, but I didn't mean it, the spirits are bad."
"Yeah. I wonder where the spirits are. Would you like to introduce me?
Olivier, who sees Jared with terribly cold eyes, utters words pale without concealing his nudity.
"Well, I'm sure Olivier didn't see it."
I haven't said anything wrong, but I think Jared himself. Now it's a good idea for a fool to blame the Spirit for peeking, he said.
In fact, I guess Olivier thought so, too. And when you finally hide your cautious breasts with a towel, it will tide your miring cheeks.
I can't tell if it's shame or anger.
The next moment,
"You pervert."
A cage with clothes thrown along with her angry voice clashes into Jared's face.
Her fiancée, who unconsciously held her legs and sent a sincerely scornful gaze to the boy who fell from her back to the ground, "Hmm," she snorted and disappeared into the back of the bathroom.
On the belly of the boy, who could neither solve the misunderstandings nor allow me to justify them, the spirits were dancing happily.
Jared, desperate for a grumpy Olivier that night and apologizing, said, "You're aggressive. Young Wow," he said, devoting his time and effort to solving the misunderstanding of his fiancée's mother.