I was on the hot tub by myself after dinner.
Unlike Bethenburg's, this western hall is just a little relieved with a traditional bath that sinks your body in the water.
But if there is one question, why are we breaking up with male and female water? A normal house wouldn't split it.
"... well, okay"
I lean against the wall, overlooking the interior.
The walls and floors were made of white tiles, and the stripper was filled with cypress with a good smell.
If I were to build a house, I'd be more than willing to refer to it.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since you took a bath"
Think of it, I haven't had a bath since Dahlia took me away.
I know it's unclean, but all I can say is there's no choice.
There is no bath first in that village, and water is precious in the desert, and you can only sprinkle your body.
Speaking of which, speaking of Dahlia, the place previously cut by Zahr is stained with hot water and very painful.
The scar was also left a dozen years ago, enough to make me dislike exposing my skin a little bit.
But at the same time, I think about it.
"This looks like a warrior from the war. It might be a little cool."
I rub my arm and sink my raised right arm into the water again.
I'll try it again every time, but I wouldn't be surprised if I put it in the water.
"... Zahr, I got a guy like him somewhere..."
... someone angry with me is a lie when it comes to not being there.
Talent is not equal. Not to mention, I was talented enough in my previous life to make my efforts seem fun.
It is also impossible to be the object of jealousy.
But I was bought that talent and hired as a soldier in the country.
The exam is very simple and cruel.
That's......
"... uh, what was that?"
... I'm on my way out, have I forgotten?
Or are you trying to tell me that my instincts in me forced me to forget?
With that in mind, I heard a soothing voice echoing from the wall next door.
When you look at the wall, there's so many little holes there that you can't even get your little fingers in.
And what sounded from it was... Alice's voice.
"Good long journey, Sophia. How'd it go, did you have fun?
"... uh, the"
"Well, sure, that was the last guy, but Lazareth and I would have gotten along, wouldn't we?
... I can't read the expression because it's from the wall.
No, it has to be unreadable, but then it's a peek.
Think about your real age, Alice anyway, Sophia is totally out.
That's when I heard voices screaming from behind.
"... not at all, a man named you"
"... Bettenburg,"
... unsavory.
No, I haven't even peeked, but there's no word to clear my suspicions.
Rest in peace, or...
"Have you been busy? Man, I don't want to get old."
"Huh?"
"Don't speak up too much. You'll hear me."
Bettenburg puts his index finger on his hand with a laugh and grabs it in the water.
... I'm glad it was him.
"Lazareth, it's not weird that you're interested in something like that when you add up from a previous life, either. You're old, aren't you?
"No, I wasn't snooping..."
"One peek or another, something to keep you young."
He talks to me with a serious face.
What are you recommending, this guy?
"Go, Lazareth. Your actions are not your fault."
"... Bettenburg"
"... don't say anything, Lazareth"
We put our arms around each other and I can hear the conversation through the hole. He starts peeking at them through the hole.
For the first time, I feel like I know this guy from the bottom of my heart.
"... I'll ask you straight in. Sophia, do you like Lazareth about you?
"Huh? Ah, ah... the..."
"Okay? It doesn't diminish."
... concentrate all nerves in your ears, as well as loud heart sounds rushing through your body.
Bettenburg nodded nicely when he saw me like that, too.
"... I like and respect him as a friend. But any more relationships..."
"Oh, already! Oh, my God!"
"Uh. That... what did Lazareth say?
"I want to get married. He said it was too cute and it was going to explode."
She lied to me like she was breathing.
Bettenburg hisses his breath and laughs heavily.
But don't argue with me. If you argue, everything goes to waste.
"... Huh? Lazareth, huh?
Sophia doesn't seem to fully understand either, and she's confused.
... Again, that woman is dangerous. I have to be an elder once.
Trying to go through the hot tub thinking so, Bettenburg grabbed me by the arm and when I looked at him as if staring, he shook his face to the side.
When I put my ear to the wall as his eyes said, Sophia leaked a bump and twinkle.
"... then why..."
"... I'm sure you're feeling a burden. I think I have to take responsibility for killing my parents by myself."
"But Lazareth saved me. So I want to help Lazareth, too!
"... right? Otherwise, you're lonely."
... 'lonely', huh?
Sure, if she'd been careful and lied to me that night, she'd have felt the same way.
"... but I..."
He is a wise man who has brought this world to war.
... the responsibility of the world, the responsibility of my parents, I must follow.
Before I finish sorting out my feelings, the conversation continues.
"Lazareth is really strong. Stay with me..."
"... No, he's weak. He's the tiniest guy ever to make a girl cry."
"Huh...? Me, cry...?
... I couldn't say anything but a little bit about the fact that my words were stuffing Sophia.
Bettenburg opens its mouth to speak for my words like that.
"Lazareth, can you win this war by yourself?
"... it"
"You can't, can you? So I'm going to teach you the most powerful tactics."
"I don't need to carry everything you've walked down the road. If you don't want someone to worry about you, you should be a man who can't let that person take the blame."
That's all Bettenburg said, picked up the towel he had left on the floor and headed to the stripper.