Ah.....
The next morning, I woke up in Sifa's arms, and I was vaguely thinking that God was watching.
It's not a big deal, but will Sifa's magic go up a little?
Sifa, that was so sweet.
You slept with me like a treasure.
It's the first time someone hurt me that day that my fever fell off and got rough.
"Sifa"
"Nh...."
"Good morning."
"... Deze..."
Sifa immediately turned bright red and covered her face.
"Ah... um..."
When I smiled and laid my head on Sifa's chest, Sifa hugged me and said in her usual gentle voice.
Good morning, Deselle.
Yesterday today, the classroom was just tingling and my classmate "didn't see" the whole time looked at me with a painful gaze.
Let's do our best.
After class, I have to talk to Gyro.
"Gyro, wait a minute."
The teacher called the gyro before the start of work, and the gyro who came back after a while looked at me with a strong expression.
Doctor, what were you talking about?
"Deasel, are you okay? Um...."
A 'watching' classmate stopped by and looked at me worriedly.
"Thank you, Sifa-sama. It's okay."
Really?
I wondered if I could keep my mouth shut, and the classmates who were watching looked at each other.
"Be careful with waste boxes. You could be harassed."
"Okay."
Oh, yeah.
Elementary school, huh?
I don't want them to hide their shoes or put worms in them.
But it's okay.
Sifa shouldn't be harassed, so if you hide your shoes, you can call Clay, or if you throw away your textbook, you can show her.
It's very comforting to know that even one of us is on our side.
"That."
Sifa, who was out of class, came back with a rag and wondered what she was doing.
Then it was written on Sifa's desk in a big, dirty letter, "Oh, my God."
"Decel, it's not my fault. This has been going on for a long time. Thanks to Deselle, it hasn't happened recently."
I'm sure he looked like he was about to cry.
"It's okay, I'll clean it up."
"... yeah"
I couldn't protect it.
I thought I might be able to protect Sifa when I went to class with her, so I thought I'd go to school.
Besides, the witch slave may be true.
Perhaps I'm just keeping Sifa away from peace and getting into the tragedy of the villain girl and making her unhappy.
"Deasel, don't cry. This is really nothing."
When I was wiping my tears hard, Gyro kicked up his desk upset.
Because of the great noise, both I and everyone glanced at the gyro.
"Hey, who did this? Sifa, I'll hit you, don't give me your hand. Me and Sifa had a fight!
A classmate stared at by a gyro is in a hurry, not me, or I'll lay down my neck.
I was surprised, too.
I didn't think Gyro would say anything to protect Sifa.
Sifa, whose eyes were round and looking at the gyro, whispered so that only I could hear it.
"Wow, that's what Deselle said. When I was told I could be friends with Gyro, I couldn't believe it...."
Yeah, I underestimated Gyro, too.
I didn't expect you to help me before we talked.
"Hey, Deselle. I need to talk to you after school."
Gyro shouted to me while placing his foot on his desk in his seat.
"- Don't worry, Sifa can come with us, okay? I'm going to punch you."