I never saw Sophia that day.
... No, now I think maybe I was unconsciously avoiding her.
At least, I don't want to talk about my own arm.
To that end, I got gloves from Mariarette and my right arm is completely hidden.
But that worry is going to end in concern.
"Let's go, gentlemen! Peswen is waiting for us!
With that said, the short blonde young man in front of me is looking in Peswen's direction with his chest up.
Zahr and Mariaret don't seem to disagree with that either, they follow it in silence, but one question had arisen in me.
No, who is it, you?
"... Excuse me, who is it?
"Mm-hmm? I'm Bettenburg's assistant and it's called 'Kristo' who saved my life as a goodwill ambassador. I'd appreciate it if you could get along."
... I've never heard of her, such as having an assistant.
Once Mere does, she has a slightly different role than an assistant to these kinds of jobs.
But does Zahr's lack of fine dust also mean he's not a dangerous person?
I gently ear to Zahr to make sure of its sincerity.
"... hey, Zahr. He is."
"... what, you haven't noticed? He's so..."
When he tries to say something, suddenly the young man named Kristo blocks Zahr's mouth.
"Hey, what are you trying to say... dude? It's just a secret!
"... why should I go along with your madness? You deserve credit, but I don't like you."
"Zahr......!
Cristo gets pushed to silence in the atmosphere of Zahr, and he can't say anything more.
Seeing them like that, Mariarette was laughing with her belly somehow.
"... interesting or this"
"Oh, I thought it was funny. No, it's really funny what a human heart is!
That's what I'm saying, Mariarette, who looks happy to get in the carriage.
Following her like that, Crist, Zahr and I get in the carriage.
Following them, I got into the carriage, feeling unclear too.
The man of your lord, an oligarchy man, when he talks to a word or two crist, quietly drives a carriage toward Peswen.
Even as an interior, it is somewhere blurry, and whenever I walk, it sounds giddy, with the impression that everything is decaying.
I feel dim and creepy because there are no windows where I can shed light.
As an exterior, it's like forcing a crate to be converted into a carriage, which is difficult to flatter as glamorous.
... that this is the carriage that carries Goodwill Ambassadors? I also had the question, but decided to keep quiet, as it might come to blaming Mactoria for her financial blame.
"Well, Lazareth. I need to ask you something."
"... that? Did I introduce myself?
"... uh, no, I've already heard from Sir Bettenburg"
Zahr sighs deeply at the words.
Crist glances at him like that and then stares me in the eye again.
... I felt that way with these eyes, like I've seen them somewhere.
"What do you think of the present Lord Bettenburg?
"What do you say? Does this mean that you are now compared to your predecessors?
Seems to disagree with me, and he nodded in agreement.
... compared to previous generations, huh?
"I think he's both amazing. Sophia is amazing enough, but her predecessors are just as amazing as that. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't even be able to read or write a book."
"... right"
"... but Sophia has something to worry about. He doesn't seem to be forced, and he's actually working very hard. If you don't mind, I want you to support her. I'd really like to see it."
To my word, for some reason, Crist shuts up.
Is it that embarrassing that your boss is to be praised?
Besides, Christo didn't dare touch me earlier, but for some reason he was a tribute to me.
That's like Sophia.
"... could it be"
"Hmm? What? Forgot something?
"... I'm sorry, it's my fault. Never mind."
Maybe her tone just shifted.
Besides, it would be complicated for him to be mistaken for his own boss.
I leaned against the wall with my breath and suddenly Marialette smiled like a prank in her mouth and let go of the words.
"So, Crist, was it you? Is that the end of the question for Lazareth?
"... Huh?
"You can ask me anything you want now, can't you? That's all. Then it's too delicious."
... I didn't know what she was talking about.
Even if he looks at Zahr like he wants help, he turns that way.
"... then, just one last thing"
"... Huh?
I thought he was cute for a moment, standing up with a snack and a finger and talking to me with a voice that was going to go red to his ear and disappear.
But I don't have a manly taste. Maybe not.
That's why I thought it was an illusion at first sight.
"About Sir Bettenburg, su-"
The moment he tried to say something, the carriage suddenly stopped and the noise disappeared.
At that moment, when Zahr burned down the carriage, which was the wall, he lost the wall that had covered his surroundings.
"Zahr!? What are you doing!?
"... a trap. Lazareth, do you think we can fight?
"... oh. If cured, it's more convenient than the original."
Zahr sets up his own sword and turns his guard against the snow-covered trees surrounding him.
I harden my prosthetic arm to guard his back like that.
You can't use a dagger on me anymore. With your left hand, you can't even shake it.
"... Lazareth, what does that mean?
"... sorry, I'll tell you someday"
At the same time as that word, I beat the devil's clan up in the air.
The one who eats it decently raises it between unspeakable terminals and blows blood out of his head and all the way to the tree.
I distract myself from him like that, and when I'm alert in other directions, Mariarette hears me without turning her face by my proximity.
"... Lazareth, what are these guys? There must have been no such creature in our country."
"Demons. When you inject something called magic into a human, it transforms you into something like that. At least we've seen this many times."
"... I see, that's all you need to know. That way I can ask His Majesty."
That's all she says, she hides behind my body.
At that time, Christ appeared in my sight, but he was also quite used to the use of his sword, and his worries about being upset by the Demons and not being able to fight ended up worrying.
But it's also true that the cold is eroding our bodies, and we're losing strength gradually.
I'm fighting to warm my body temperature at the flame temperature of Zahr, but there are limits.
At that time, the birds that had stopped between the trees flew in unison, and suddenly there was silence around them, and their signs disappeared.
Zahr opened his mouth to see if he felt uncomfortable with the boulder in such an unusual situation.
"... what the hell..."
At the same time as Zahr's words, I can hear footsteps and see my body getting nervous when I turn my guard again to the trees around me.
But when the tension saw the face of the person emerging from the woods, it relaxed once and for all.
"... mentilla,?
"... Long time no see, Zahr. And, guys."
Mentila standing there laughed at me here as if I was a little tired.
I remember in that moment I felt so relieved by his kind voice, which was no different than it had been a few years before.