I walked back to the Western Hall after that and went back to my room so I wouldn't see anyone.
How does Zahr know about me?
Besides, why aren't you in the position of advising?
... I don't know.
I don't know anything about him.
But like I knew... I could faintly feel it from his expression back then.
"I..."
Gently hands up the neck pendant.
Speaking of which, someday I was somewhere crazy.
When I realized the past I had remembered vividly, it had fallen from my hands without sound.
I'm obsessed with spinning ideas, and suddenly I'm heartily surprised by the sound of a knock jumping in.
Tell them why it's okay to go in "go ahead" while suppressing voices that seem slightly upside down.
Mentila came in nasty, laying her sad eyes down from across the door.
"Hi, Mr. Lazareth. Bettenburg told me about you."
"Yeah... goodbye"
"... No, I didn't decide I'd never see you again. I'm sure you'll have a chance to come back here."
That's what inspires me, but there was no way that happened.
If I were to go back to this country, it would be the same thing as rebelling a promise between nations.
If it's about passing selfishness, this world...
"So, did you meet Sophia?
"No, it's hard to talk inside..."
"Oh well. But I don't think she'll blame you. You know that, don't you?
It is not.
I just don't know what to say.
Even if I was blamed, it's not what I found out.
"... Really?"
In the meantime, answer yes.
"Thank you. … I'll be glad to see you again"
"Me, too."
Mentila leaves this room lonely when she leaves just that.
I lay quietly in bed and looked up at the sky after checking his appearance like that.
The sky is glancing at the blue sky from the gap between cloud clouds, and the sun is white.
In flattery, I wouldn't call it a beautiful day.
I turn my back to say goodbye to the sky like that, go out the door where Mentila left off and head to Sofia's room.
Along the way, I saw Alice leaning against the wall.
"Hi, Mr. Lazareth. Are you going to Sophia's?
"Yeah. What's wrong with Mr. Alice?
"Yeah, I'm here to say something to you too... hey I don't know what to say in a place like this"
"Me too. Then there's only one thing from me, okay?
Alice nods to my words.
I opened my mouth more nervously than usual because only this word had to be delivered to her carefully.
Sophia, please.
"... ok. He asked me to."
She is still young.
The country will be rough from now on. In that case, I want Alice to support her.
Because of that thought, I decided to entrust it to her.
Alice gets her thumbs up all the time and goes back to the room with her back turned as-is it embarrassing?
But that's when I heard her say it from over my back.
"But I want you to come back. I just want you to promise me this."
"... Yep"
I knock on Manica's room along the way after I make a deal with her that I won't even fulfill.
Then, at the same time as she opened the door, she looked me in the face and slightly wandered.
"... what can I do for you, what? Oh, is that it?
You remind me that I'm a wise man, and I always say the same thing.
"You can do as you always do. I'm going to be handed over to Witch Country on this day of next week. Manica, what are you gonna do?
"... I, the"
"You can be protected in the land of witches, or you can keep living with them. But in this world..."
I'm forced to swallow the horrible words that came out of my mouth.
… We must refrain from making disturbing remarks about the possibility of being enslaved.
"I will follow the wise. That's my role..."
"... right"
I feel a little uncomfortable with the word role, but I say a short goodbye after I confirm the word and close the door.
... and at the end of the day I breathe out and throw up and then knock on the next door.
But there was no reply from that door, and when I opened the door suspiciously, the desk in front of me had a letter written in adorable letters.
"I'm in the courtyard," he said.
The courtyard of this western hall was just a glimpse from a distance, but I remember beautiful white flowers blooming.
Although that flower was not in the previous world, it was therefore beautifully enough to burn behind the eyelids, so I could remember immediately.
I put a letter in that room and I head straight to the courtyard.
However, it was vividly remembered that the footsteps at that time were so heavy that it was not as if to head to the flower garden.