Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

When I finally saw the castle, the sentiment crept up that, yeah, you were back.

I didn't need to rush home, and the army of the Marquis Limerick and Viscount Leinster increased, and I also have wounded soldiers, so it took me two days.

Still, I was only a few days away. But after living here for almost two years, I think Evrard Castle has become a home for me.

Besides, it's a house I'm glad they came home.

Since I was born in this world, the birth house only seemed like a demon cage, and the Counts were cages. If you think you're going home any day, the school lodging was just a temporary inn where you have to leave sooner or later.

That's why I'm glad to be back at the castle that seems like home, but I remember coming here.

"That's right. We still have to have a funeral here."

The bodies of enemy soldiers should also be wild around Evrard Castle. Nor would the Luein soldiers have been able to move because a magician named me was on Evrar's side, and of course there is no way he could have buried a soldier who died in battle.

And after the besieged Luainian army left, I don't think the soldiers of the castle or the families under the castle recovered the bodies or anything, but the bodies of the enemy soldiers may have done nothing. Maybe I buried the smell because of the proximity of Castle Town.

Then Mr. Cain blamed me for my crush.

"Also, are you talking about the enemy?

You don't have to look back to see the look on Cain's face, who sits me in front of the saddle and manipulates the reins. He must have a subtly sinister look.

He basically doesn't interfere with what I do, but this is all I hate. Because Mr. Cain has also been murdered by Ruein's family in the past.

I guess I'm not emotionally convinced. Because I can imagine that if someone close to Mr. Cain, Reggie, Alan, and Uncle Vain had been killed, I wouldn't have felt so reluctant to kill them in battle.

I'm sure it's sad and hard, and I want someone to bump it into. You must not have felt guilty about killing your enemies.

That's why I'm not going to tell Mr. Cain I can't.

"Yeah. But it's true that you're susceptible to disease. If anything happens to the people in the castle or under the castle, I'm in trouble. Right?"

"Well... I've heard such stories before. After the animal's body was thrown into the castle where it was caged, as if it had been cursed, a human being in the castle fell ill or something."

"Ugh..."

I'm glad that disgust has disappeared from Mr. Cain's voice, but instead it has drawn a bit of gruesome talk.

"As it were, well, that's the thing"

The story was cut up, but the master, who hung on his hips, laughs "kissississi".

I just laughed and didn't say anything, so I ignored it as it was.

Upon arrival at the castle, Uncle Vain and Master Beatrice stood in front of the gate that was open at the time this figure was visible.

They both looked bright because they had already told and heard the victory on the early horse. But I guess he was worried that he was not injured. I was loosening my cheeks when I found Alan or Reggie.

Pretty kid and nephew, huh?

Uncle and Mrs. Borderline also came to me after receiving a short report from the lead Reggie, as usual, and after exchanging greetings with a gray-haired gentleman who said that he was an uncle to Viscount Leinster, a more stately middle-aged man who was the brother of the Marquis of Limerick, who helped Mr. Cain get off his horse.

"Thank you, Chiara. Thanks to you, many soldiers have returned safely."

Mr. Beatrice hugged me in a way that I was impressed with before Uncle Vayne Borderline spoke out.

Soft arms and chest, I feel like a mother, kind of... makes me cry in my eyes.

It makes me feel even stronger that I came home from the battlefield because all I've been dealing with lately was the ground feeling of homemade earthly shapes, the stiff chest armor that was dying if Mr. Cain hit his head, and the barbecued pot-like master even if I hugged him.

... Maybe next time I'll cover my master with this fur too. I think I can make my master a more healing system, so let's think about it for a second.

Master Beatrice finally let go of me enjoying the feeling of being embraced. But I put my hand on my shoulder and said, peeking into my face.

"I couldn't say anything because you decided to do it. You told me it was also to protect myself, but you made me choose a fate that I couldn't even die of because we were the only ones who couldn't fathom. I promise you at least as much help as I can save you, so please say anything."

The people around me who were listening to the words changed their expression slightly.

Those who knew that they had become different from ordinary people were annoyed by Mrs Beatrice's words.

Others were happy to say that just because they had a magician would have doubled their power, but I guess they didn't know it was enough to say it that way anymore.

The infantrymen who were purposefully nearby speak out loud.

"What sorcerer... is that so hard?

"Idiot, if you use too much magic, you'll die in the sand."

"So even the princes and Alan are so overprotective..."

"I don't know what else to do with it, keep it as warm as you can, or you'll die if you don't use it here."

That gave the surroundings a very painful atmosphere.

But I'm sorry, I don't think you have to feel too seriously sorry for me. As much as I remember now, too. Because I was totally busy and then I forgot because it was a blur.

I said to Mr. and Mrs. Borderline in a hurry.

"So far, I'm fine, and, you see, I have a master, so even if I do accidentally, he manages it!

Lord Horace, do me a favor.

But the ambience never changed to the courteous courtesy of Uncle Vayne Borderline and the appearance of Mrs. Beatrice in tears.

Even if the master replies appropriately, "Well, I'm going to be bothered," it doesn't work.

What should I do? Look, it's a triumph now, right? The enemy has retreated, and I was wondering if we'd all be happy to have a festive banzai, but is it okay to have an overnight flavor?

Honestly I, too, am glad that you appreciate it because it's worth the effort, but I couldn't resist being kept at the center of the dark atmosphere.

Trouble I wander my gaze for help and find Reggie and Alan walking over here.

Reggie laughed bitterly as she slapped Uncle Vayne on the shoulder.

"Lord Borderline, that's about it. We were able to return safely today, so let's start by rejoicing that the crisis has left."

"Right. Your Highness."

nodded Uncle Vayne Borderline, who looked up as if he had returned to me all the time.

That's how we finally managed to get into the castle.

Nevertheless, it would not have been possible to dissolve the soldiers as such, and the army of the Marquis of Limerick and Viscount Leinster, in addition, is enlarged, so the castle people would have been surprised to have secured a place to accommodate them.

In the meantime, everyone told me to rest anyway, so I could go back to my room and bathe for a long time.

I fell asleep with the fever as it was, well, I don't think I had a choice.

Wisdom fever, Ihihihi.

Now my master, seated on the table by the bedside, laughs at me as I lay still.

"I guess so. But wisdom fever... if you're only sixteen, you're an ant."

I don't know how I was when I was sixteen in my previous life, but I can't remember well because of the fever.

"Later, usually don't go to sleep when you sign a magician's contract. I don't get to use it for a day."

"What, are you going to sleep!?

If you're surprised you didn't know, your master says something terrible, "You're not crazy".

"Think about it. It's like a foreign body is stuck in my body. So if you use too much magic, you'll use it as magic up to the flesh and it'll be sand, Uhihihihi. It's better to imitate that and pimp without even having a fever."

Well, I was able to move with a slight fever, so Master Horace boasted that I had quite the aptitude.

"Uh... I see"

I'm just as convinced, too. I did suffer so much that I thought all the cells would melt. I would have one or two fevers. But why was I, so light?

"In your case, that's it. You took in the sand from the contract first, didn't you? That helped a little."

I didn't know if I was happy with all this.

'Cause it's to tell if my enemies have access to me. It's because what I gave them to drink helped.

I did fall asleep then, and I'd finally be able to keep my master's soul, and I wouldn't have been able to go and help Uncle Borderline or anything like that.

... Well, hey, I decided I didn't think about that.

When I sighed, I kind of wanted to sleep.

"Anyway, after all that rambling after the contract, I even put out the sperm to build the tomb, so it's normal to fall asleep"

"Yes... the burial of the enemy..."

I was going to finish it fast, but what am I going to do? If that's what you think, Master Horace taught me.

"While you were asleep, I listened to you. She baked it in several places because the odor was terrible. Seems wild after that, but you don't have to rush to bury it, Hihihi."

Relieved by the master's words, I want to sleep even more.

"Oh well... good... waffle..."

It even came out to yawn.

"So you should sleep another night."

"Yes, I will..."

I only remember answering. I probably fell asleep well because I haven't had any memories between then and when consciousness surfaced.

Consciousness awakens as it slowly rises from the bottom of the water.

But how did it happen?

Probably because of the feel of this, head stroking hand.

The hand glances over my cheek as it leaves my hair.

Because I haven't woken up clearly yet, somewhere that feeling is as vague as something over the cloth.

"Good night."

The blushing whisper is too small to tell whose it belongs.

But at the end of the day, I only found out that something touched my lips.