One of Vault Toyfer's successors, Pfile, was running through the King's Capital at night.
Shaking her faintly pigmented, watery hair into the wind and kicking the roof of her folk house lightly and without sound is more like a spirit playing with the wind than an assassin.
He wore a battle suit and carried an arrow barrel with one hand on his bow, but it's not like he's heading into battle.
I have been indispensable since I started living in the Duke of Alway house apartment, it was perimeter vigilance. Really just around the mansion at first. It gradually expands its scope. Nowadays it was only a matter of time before I went to the heart of the King's capital, but I used my own feet and cared.
"... you're not even like me"
Every night, I repeat the same words.
It was originally an extra time to get started. Wonder, Vault Toyfel's chief, Wahash, lost his mission. That's the same thing with Rosa Lowen, the same successor and daughter of Wahash.
She doesn't care and seems to be going to erase the signs of this fortunate and final son of the Duke's house, but she wasn't willing to blame him for his personal behavior.
Pfile liked his life now. I can tell you that I met the Jareds and got my first peaceful life. I'm not going to mourn that the days I've had are unhappy, and I don't have the slightest dust to want to dump Vault Toyfer, but given that I made the choice to be an assassin undeniably at a young age and lost my beloved family - it's been a dream for the last three months.
"Again, it's not like me. But maybe that's good too."
As he kicked the roof high and jumped, Pfile smiled small, illuminated by the moonlight.
I have a sense that there has been a lot of change in me. I was beginning to want to protect the people living in the mansion if I realized it. That's why we pay attention to the king's capital, mainly the mansion.
I've already shot through the legs of the men who were working the steal tonight with arrows. In one case, there are many seemingly peaceful Wang Du and many misdemeanors, and sometimes people die without context.
For Pfile, who is an assassin but has never liked to kill people, it was not to be missed that innocent people would be irrational. Probably because this has changed, too.
"- Hmm?"
In my sight, I see things that concern me.
There was a woman opening a window from the second floor of the mansion and looking out.
Pfile turns his foot without thinking much. It was time to go back to the mansion, but I don't mind.
Focusing on her legs, she jumped wide down to the branches of the great tree that stood right next to the window where the woman peeked.
"Huh? - Ha!
The woman voices surprise at the sudden appearance of Pfile and buttocks inside the room.
"You surprised me. Sorry."
But did your voice sound familiar, and when you stood up, you peered again at the frightening window.
"... that voice, Lord Pfile, right?
"I don't mind if you call me off"
"Ah, yes. Then call me Ernesta, too."
Woman - Ernesta Kaif is a brilliant sorcerer belonging to the Royal Sorcery Division. For once, though surprised, he was regaining his calm immediately. However, I doubt why he showed up.
"I stumbled into my eyes about you. Can't you sleep?
"Yes, it's been three days since I returned from the Duke of Rüdiger's territory, but I still can't remember why I was falling outside. Um, thank you for helping me."
"I've already heard the thanks. Are you anxious you don't have a memory?
Ernesta took the lead.
Coming back to the mansion, she was anxious to remember as if she could not remember. I can't tell my family. I didn't want to make you worry. For once, I had a doctor look at me, but there's no trauma, and the fact that there's nothing wrong with my body makes me think it's mental.
"Maybe in a few moments I don't remember - it's horrible to think that something happened to me."
"What are you so frightened of? The doctor says there's nothing, right?
"I don't know. Why am I so scared myself..."
I'm worried that I don't have any memories, and I'm afraid I don't know why I'm so anxiously driven.
Ernesta spilled a weak tone for the first time that an unspoken intuition seemed to sound like a warning.
"I look around the mansion where I am allowed to live as a routine"
"Uh, yes. Good luck."
"It's not. If you want, you should keep the window open like it is today for the night you learn to be anxious"
"That's..."
"Even if I hold it alone, I hear my anxiety grows. I'll listen to you, if you like."
I felt like I was saying something that wasn't a pattern myself. But for some reason, I couldn't leave Ernesta like this.
If it had been before, I might have kicked ass that I was worried about it on my own. No - I shouldn't have even spoken out because I found her this way in the first place.
Think of it, find a falling ernesta in the Duke of Rüdiger's territory, and then realize that you care.
"Isn't that annoying?
"If you think it's annoying, I don't make suggestions or anything. Of course, you might be anxious to talk to me about my anxiety when I've only had a conversation to count."
"No, that's not..."
Sometimes I think Ernesta can talk because she's less involved. But I wonder if I can sweeten it to his favor.
"I only suggested it. I'm not going to force you, and I'm not going to force you to listen to your anxiety. No matter what you say to me, I'm not going to say anything."
"How can you notice me?
"Come on - I don't know either"
Looking at the pufile laughing strangely, Ernesta nods. My intuition as a magician, no, a human intuition called Ernesta Kaif, says he'll be fine.
"If you keep the window open, will you come like today?
"I can't promise to be sure, but whenever possible"
"Well, I'll keep the window open,"
"That's for you to decide. Okay, let's do this tonight. Do you think you can sleep?
"Yeah, it made me feel easier because we could talk like this. I think I'm gonna sleep tonight."
"I wish I had."
The boy's voice, still in his mid-teens, was gentle and calm.
"Good night - Ernesta Kaif"
When a comfortable voice in his ear says so, the boy disappears without sound.
Look for him for a while, but there's not even a sign. I was so wrapped up in silence that I thought I might not have been there from the beginning.
With a little regret that Pfile had disappeared, Ernesta, who was only ever less anxious to dwell on her chest, reached out to close the window.
"Good night."
I whine in anticipation that you might be listening to a voice that shouldn't reach me.
I closed the window and when I got back to bed I was able to fall asleep in wonder and calm.
- From this day on, Ernesta Kaif and Pfile will have a face-to-face, non-loving conversation at night, like a routine.