Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Upon returning to the castle, everyone became noisy.

Mrs. Borderline was injured. Even if there are some scratches, it has never been possible for this former princess to finally walk.

The amazement of Uncle Vayne Borderline was also amazing.

It was on the surface that he calmly ordered the arrangements for the treatment of his wife and the response to the other wounded, the gathering of information on the abnormal behaviour of the wind wolf and the interrogation of the man who had caught him, all of which he did not leave his wife.

I felt a willingness to leave, and everyone smiled in a way, but for that matter it seems that those in the castle are cautious.

It seemed more like Mrs. Beatrice laughing like she was in trouble to Uncle Vain, who still wouldn't leave after the treatment.

"All we have to do is wait for it to heal. It's not too early to be around all the time, you."

"But..."

Seeing the cloudy but immobile Uncle Vayne Borderline, everyone will be in the flow to just leave you two alone for now.

The rough description of the situation is already over, so Alan and Mr. Wentworth are leaving the room as well. Looks like Maya and Clara, the samurai, are going to be gone too, and I shunned with them.

In the meantime, it's getting late at night, so shall we get dinner while we can? I just took a few steps down the hall thinking about that, and they grabbed my wrist.

Looking back, there was Alan with a serious look.

"Wait, Chiara. We need to talk."

Look at the serious look on my face, I nod.

Alan took me over the castle tower.

The surveillance outpost is also in the higher main tower (Berkfleet), so I guess we don't have to keep surveillance here at all times. It was quiet because no one was there.

Someone wouldn't even listen to me here, but I felt like the air was too cool under the sky rapidly closing into the sun.

Alan, who walked up to the edge of the tower first, looks back and says to me as he cuts up the stairs and takes a few steps.

"I'll tell you first. Don't throw up your skirt. Don't show others your legs. Aren't you short of the concept of embarrassment!?

"Ah... is that way first"

In the dim, to Alan, who says in tannic terms, I recall that I did something wrong, too.

"Uh, I'm so sorry to show you something weird. I have defiled your eyes. I would ask you to keep it to your wife if possible..."

Every time I tried to remember my previous life's memories, I seemed to be losing my sense of embarrassment even if my skirt was short because of the fact that I tend to lose my ethics in this life. but there was a perception that it was a big deal.

So after apologizing, Alan blinked when I asked Mrs. Beatrice to shut up because I would have trouble getting her to stop being a samurai.

"What? Weird stuff!?

"Yeah, 'cause you don't want to see a woman's feet that you're not interested in, do you?

I don't know what that is. Even if I want to see the secrets of a girl of my choice, I just have trouble telling her the secrets of a woman I don't like, like.

That's why I thought Alan might have started seeing things he didn't want to see either, so I thought to myself.

"... you're in the wrong direction to be concerned"

"Huh? Even a man thought he had legs he wanted to see and legs he didn't want to see."

"What's that classification?

"I figured a pretty girl's leg would be better, wouldn't it? Even Master Alan must be old enough to have snuck up on one or two of the girls' legs, and considering that my legs are swollen easily, it's not suitable for glasses..."

"It's nothing weird...! I mean, even if I wanted to see other women's feet, I've still seen them...! No, you're not! I'm not arguing about the superiority or inferiority of those legs!

I'm going to deny it like I panicked, but you know what, Alan, you're acting weird? No, I thought I heard about the mess.

Anyway, they told me it wasn't, so I'll try to apologize again so he doesn't say any more.

"Really, then, it's a reprimand for manners problems, isn't it? I'm so sorry."

"... I'm going to stop because I feel it's dangerous to have a detailed perception of this. And don't tell Reggie, okay?

I wonder why Reggie came there. It's not like I can tell Reggie... it's an emergency, so will you forgive me?

'Cause I'm going out, and I'm wearing boots, so even though my hem length is above my ankle, it was too long to run, and if I'm soaked and fed by a wolf, I can't even see it, can I?

But it's not like I said it on purpose, so I honestly nodded.

Somehow Alan sighs deeply.

"Then let's get down to business"

To that word, I stretch my spine unintentionally.

"Why did that wind wolf go after you only?

To Alan's question, I return the answer I had prepared.

"Well, I don't know, maybe it's because you seem the weakest"

I'm the only one who doesn't have a weapon on that spot. Besides, even the wolves knew right away that I looked like a troll. So I tried to use that as an excuse.

Because it was true that an operation using obstacles while not running long distances and using everyone with a weapon only worked, and if they attacked me, there would be no one left.

But Alan wasn't convinced by that.

"You're not. If you were just weak, you would have hit your wounded mother all at once. But the wind wolf did not. Even then, their eyes were on you. And even you would have acted knowing you were bound to come after yourself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of such a way."

It was clearly said, and I whispered, nagging.

"I think maybe those wolves... were drunk the same thing as the magician scumbag man"

"With the sorcerer scurvy?

I nod.

"Just a little, I know. When I get close to the sorcerer scumbags, I can't breathe or feel weird like when I have a fever. Until now, I thought it was because of nervousness or seeing someone like that for the first time. But I felt the same way about those wind wolves, and by looking straight at me, that's probably what I'm talking about."

"Confirmed, doesn't that mean?

"I don't have anyone familiar with witchcraft or books, and I don't know anything about it. So only by speculation..."

Alan, who listened, closes his eyes to contemplate.

"I had Reggie look into it, too, but I didn't know anything for sure."

"Even him..."

When I heard his name, that's Alan, too, gave up pursuit.

"But why are there so many sorcerer scum cases?"

"Because it's one of the territories bordering Ruein... I think"

In the game setup, it's the hero's starting point. In the story, it's a place that needs to be attacked down, but the justification for it was that the Luainian army is on the way to invade. And because it's where the prince comes.

"But if Luain is thinking of invading, it could be Ellendor in the south."

"Because Reggie's coming. So... no, you're trying to get Reggie to come?

In order to pull the prince out, it would be difficult without negotiations between states, etc. Tension also broke out with Salehardo in the game, which is why Reggie came.

And for Reggie, this is intimate territory. There is also an easier ground for Reggie to be chosen for the negotiator than to move things in Elendor.

I'm guessing that's why they're targeting the Evrard Borderlands.

But right now, Salehard and Falgia don't care. There's no sign of it either. That's why I thought I still had time, and I believed Reggie was hitting some kind of hand in the royal palace, making him an adult so he wouldn't get his hands on magic.

- But what if the story is changing a little bit?

In the game, there was no talk of a wind wolf being rammed or anything like that, nor did the sorcerer creep appear on the hippo.

But suppose it made it harder for the enemy to move as per the game, and that's why he changed his policy.

"Perhaps even near Salehardo, he's letting the sorcerer scumbag make a case..."

Maybe he was thinking too desperately. He said it was in front of Alan, but it was from his mouth. I didn't realize it was leaking.

"Hey, Chiara. What's that supposed to mean? How do you know there will be a case even near Salehardo!? What do you know? Speak."

When he said it, he returned it to me, and I drew blood from my face.

I don't know what to do. What can I explain?

But I panicked for a few seconds. Maybe there is an imminent war. Faster than expected. I only told Reggie two years from now.

Then we'll have to talk to Alan now and get him ready for the Borderline Uncle.

"Um, I actually told Reggie, too."

Cut out like that, I told Alan the same story I made Reggie.

Excuse me for dreaming.

But the rush makes me tell more details.

to get into a situation where the Kingdom of Falgia has to negotiate with Salehardo. When I dreamed about it, it was caused by the side of Ruein to work and the Falgian humans to cross the border and burn down banditry and mountains.

That Castle Evrard will be attacked when Reggie comes to such negotiations with Salehardo. At that time, my guess is that Mrs. Beatrice would not have come forward and that she would have been injured.

If it's the way you dream, that Ruein may attack you while Mrs. Beatrice is healing...

"It could be a dream, but I couldn't wait to be anxious. That's why I talked to Reggie and let Uncle Vayne know to prepare for Ruein as well. But dreams and situations are getting different..."

Maybe Reggie will come in the last month or two and Luain will attack.

If we don't hurry, I think. I was in a hurry that if I didn't get it ready, I wouldn't be able to deal with it when the invasion of Ruein was sooner. That's why I talked to him as prompted.

Having said that, I was thinking sweetly that Alan would consider the content of the story even though he had a troubled face... This is the second time I've talked to him like this, and maybe it's because Reggie asked me without a doubt.

So if I look up at Alan's face, I will drink the words into his gaze as if it were a glimpse.

"You're lying about a dream, aren't you?

"Oh, why..."

To an unexpected situation, that's all I can say confused. Then Alan said.

"You talk too much for sure. There's no way such a clear thing is a dream. Plus I know too much about events for too long. What the hell is that possible if you keep dreaming about it for a few nights?

Alan stabbed him in the face where Reggie wouldn't follow.

Maybe even if you thought it was weird, Reggie wouldn't have asked me if she assumed it was something she didn't want to say.

More than that, Reggie believes in her own eyes. Are you lying or not? Is that really what I'm saying about that guy, does that require or not require my self-sacrifice?

But Alan can't forgive the uncertainty. I think he's the one who wants to bore everything and judge.

But I can't tell you, I feel like I'm going to cry.

If I told you, it would be more cliché than saying it was a dream. You won't believe me any more.

But even though a critical situation may be imminent, that would be troubling.

Worried, I tried to convince Alan.