Pom Pom and Mary slapped me on the knee.
"Franz, try the knee pillow."
"Hi, knee pillow......?
Words came that I hadn't thought about at all.
"That's right. 'Cause' knee pillow 'means it's worth a pillow. I think it's worth a try."
Mary says with a very serious face. I'm not kidding at all.
"It doesn't matter... that knee pillows basically mean nothing more than flirting with each other... the ease of sleep is something that never takes into account."
Because it's a knee. The pillow that Mary was definitely carrying would be more effective for sleeping.
I don't feel confident in my lap like that.
"He said he had as much knowledge as that. But when it comes to sleeping, I'm pursuing a lot of friction, so I can't do that either. I want to find a pillow that doesn't manage to have nightmares"
"What kind of nightmare is that, by the way? You think the demon kingdom will be destroyed?
"What you see often is the system of family and friends dying"
"You're a tough one with a bee..."
When it comes to nightmares, you have a lot of things to die for, but you're also heavy for the type of family and friends that die for. When I was my own child, I dreamed of my mother dying, and it was pretty hard, I still remember. By the way, my mother is fine.
"Master, I know it's hard, but could you do it?
Serria had also shown sympathy for Mary. Even with me, I wasn't going to say no. I called it in.
"Yeah, if I may. Is the place okay on the bed?"
I'm tight on the pillow when it's on the floor.
"Yeah, that's fine."
Mary just got in bed. The baby doll flutters. I sit in the corner of my bed.
"Yes, go ahead," he said, slapping his pompous knee.
"Yeah, well, good to see you."
Mary's head rides on her knees. Lighter than I thought. It was just a little stiff with my hair at first, but I got used to it right away. In my mood, I feel like I'm giving up my selfish sister.
If I had five minutes, I'd say no at all. Can you stand it for as long as that? If you do poorly, you're like a demon tribe where the summoner suddenly takes his life, and this much can be tolerated.
Serlia thought it was bad that she was only waking up her husband, watching over me. It's a matter of a few minutes anyway, okay?
They only sleep well, and after about a minute, Mary's consciousness disappeared.
"Ku............ ku......"
You're sleeping cute. Unconsciously, if I had a sister like this, I'd want to protect her. What can I call an emotion that feels like a sister and wants to protect a woman who's not my sister? It's not fatherhood, and brotherhood?
- Enough later.
"Ku... sooo..."
Well, you sleep a lot, don't you think?
"You don't even look like you've seen it and been having nightmares," Celia whispers in a whisper.
"Right. Well, maybe not all those overt nightmares."
We don't have the option to wake 'The Fathers of Nameless Nightmares' from this way, so keep going.
- Thirty minutes later.
"Sooo... you look just like me brother..."
You just said your brother! You have a brother?
Damn, my knees are getting tight... but it's bad to wake them up, and I haven't put in a cliché to wake them up when my knees get tight, so will I just bear it here...
And the part where you can forgive me because I'm cute, clearly, there is.
"Celia, it's hard to wake up. And more and more, it's starting to seem like Mary's a real sister."
"I know a little bit, I'm starting to look more like my sister, too. You really look like an angel."
It's not an angel, it's "The Ancestor of Nameless Nightmares," though.
- Two hours later.
".................. brother, warm..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Don't wake up.
Instead, is it something you can sleep on your knee pillow for two hours? Thought thirty minutes was the limit.
"Master, aren't you sleepy?" Celia whispers again.
"Needless to say, you're sleepy, but you're also willing to feel sorry for me to wake you up... I don't care anymore if I'm afraid to wake you up, I want you to sleep purely"
"So why don't we do this?
Celia put her back on me and lowered her back.
"This way, I think we can sleep in a way that supports each other on our backs without breaking our posture."
"I see! Celia, it's a good idea!
This kind of makes me feel warmer and softer, unlike romantic emotions.
I'm sure it's because I have a relationship of trust with Celia. What is it?
If I thought you seemed to hear Celia breathing, I fell into nature and mellow.
The morning sun came into the room and I woke up.
"Oh, in the morning... You can sleep so well..."
Sleep a little shorter than usual, but this or so will work well enough.
"Did you wake up?
There's a Serbian voice coming from behind. Yeah, if my center of gravity was behind me when I woke up, Celia wouldn't be able to move, would she?
"Yeah, this one's fine. And Mary's still asleep."
Of course, there is the possibility that I woke up on the way and slept twice or three times, but from the looks of it, there is no appearance of insomnia.
Tingling, and his eyes opened.
"Oh, good morning. Did you sleep?
Good morning greetings to Mary at close range.
Mary, who rose up slowly, for some reason, immediately wept in her eyes.
"That, could it be, I was having nightmares again!?
Was it such a hard dream that I wanted to cry?
But Mary's behavior wasn't what I was thinking.
Whoa, Mary popped into my chest.
"I slept so well! Thanks! That was so touching!
"I didn't know it worked like that on my knee pillow..."
It was completely unexpected. It's a little tough when I'm forced to have knee pillows all the time in the future...
"I also had just the right kneecap, but more importantly Franz...... I slept and was convinced. You smelled just like your brother."
Brother......?
"Yes, I did, when your brother was knee-pillowing me or cuddling me, I slept very comfortably. I could remember those days. So, naturally, I can't help but cry..."
I also thought the Demons looked like humans, but I felt like my sister about Mary. It would be a funny story for me to put my ass on.
Besides, memory is vague, and maybe it's important that Mary recognizes it that way.
"Good for you...... I'm so happy for you..."
Serlia, thick in love, is crying.
Glad you could help Mary, even with me.
"Hey brother...... Franz"
"Yes, what is it"
"You don't have to be a knee pillow in the future, so why don't you just cuddle up and sleep? I think that's how insomnia works out."