Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

I heard a noise. It's the sound of broken leaves and branches that trample.

I think more than one horse is approaching. Although I don't particularly look like I'm looking for this one......

"Mr. Cain."

"If you're on your side, you should call your name.... Let's go. You'll find them here as soon as they get close."

The only place I'm lurking right now is by putting up a dirt wall in front of a crowd. Not yet if you're in the distance, it's extremely unnatural nearby.

We blushed softly.

Walk in Mr. Cain's arms. My toe strains over the dirt, although I don't want to make as much noise as possible.

Sometimes he stopped, hissing his breath and checking his opponent's noise.

It's still far... I think. I can hear the metal sound of armor, but I feel like I'm heading in a different direction.

Nevertheless, I don't trust my ears anymore.

The blurring of his head was getting worse because he was under the influence of the Viscount for a long time. It's painful to think, just move your legs as you are guided.

Mr. Cain avoids the source of the sound and walks along the cliff. But as it is, it is inevitable when it is found.

"Mr. Cain. It's time to get up on the cliff. I'll manage to build a staircase. If they were horses, they'd be avoided, and the Viscounts would have gone away looking for a place to get off."

Above all, it's closer to Alan and the others where we climbed the cliff.

"Can you?

Confidence is relaxed when questioned. Maybe Mr. Cain cares that I'm going to bleed out again, but that's life too.

"... Gotta do it"

Mr. Cain nodded to my answer, too, that was then.

When I set myself in the sound of slashing and tearing the air, it was after an arrow passed in front of me.

Mr. Cain made me lie down, my body is heavy and I sit back as it is.

With me on my back like that, Mr. Cain stands against the woods.

Finally, I got my head around it too, but I can't even make an arrow-saver earthly shape (golem).

But I couldn't shoot any more arrows.

"Ho. You're not wrong about that toad. You mean you can really make me weak."

A voice on the battlefield that doesn't even look attentive.

There's no way I can mishear you... and at a time like this, I think. I wanted you to be a different person.

"You got a prediction that the magician was going this way. You're right to come out. That's me."

The man who praised himself slowly emerged from the shade of the tree.

slightly longer red brown hair. Slightly sharp gray eyes.

- Isaac.

"But I didn't know you were stuck to the knight."

He looked like one, but soon there will be a number of foot sounds of horses approaching. We were stranded in a place with a cliff on our back.

Looking at Isaac's green cloak, Mr. Cain also seems to have found out that he is a Salehardo person. In the first place, it's natural because it's a difference in color to avoid discussing each other.

"Did you travel alone and mislead the sound..."

With Mr. Cain's twinkle, I found out that he relied on the sound to escape, which was taken backwards.

Besides, Cain's voice doesn't seem particularly regrettable. I'm worried about how it looks.

On the other hand, I could not speak to Isaac or with the same intentions as before.

Look at me, you don't give me the look I used to have that seemed nice. I still have a sword in my hand.

The cold gaze made me stare... eyes like watching a rolling stone.

Eventually Isaac started walking this way.

I don't know how strong Isaac is. But I can also predict that Mr. Cain, who was injured, would be unfavourable. I don't care how I can stop it, I can't think of anything.

"Isaac......"

But I felt it was a situation I couldn't even tell you to miss, and all I could do was call my name.

Isaac stopped, though.

"Sorcerer's daughter. To be honest, to me, your presence is only an obstacle. I'm going to kill you next to this man, so keep him company."

He didn't listen to me or call me names.

At the same time, I know I can't, but I know what a sweet anticipation Isaac had of laughing and helping me like he used to.

Isaac is already standing before me as king of Salehard.

So I said to the lid as Isaac came up with "Oh yeah".

"If you're the man who did this to me, you're going to be my handicap. You, if you kill that magician, I'll miss you, but what?

It would be an obvious provocation. But Mr. Cain didn't ride.

"You can't live in this country like a knight who has given up his role."

Mr. Cain lays down his sword.

I was bloody distracted.

Don't pull a step, are you sure Mr. Cain is going to die with me?

Mr. Cain's hallucinations, which fall in bloodstain, cross the back of his brain.

No, no, no. I want to keep you two apart. I don't want Mr. Cain to die. I don't want Isaac to kill me.

... but I'm also afraid of hurting Isaac.

"Oh, hey, apprentice!?

By the time I realized, I was using magic.

The surrounding ground creates thorns like needle mountains at once.

"Get out and go somewhere......!

Just like a crushing wish, its wave of thorns spreads. The cavalry, who had appeared behind Isaac, hastily retreated.

Yet Isaac was forced to come forward.

Cut your legs and arms together with Mr. Cain at once, regardless of the thorns that slash and tear and stretch.

I failed, I found out.

If you're on Mr. Cain's side and mine, you won't be attacked by magic. And Isaac was very close.

But I can't attack any more.

My body's magic doesn't heal and I want to rip my chest off too much of my bitterness. Suffice it to think that if you can throw out every bit of magic, it will be easier.

"Silly, you fools willing to shrink your life..."

My master is poisoned with a small voice. But I'm sorry, Master. If they were going to kill me anyway, I wanted to do what I could.

"I'm sorry, I screwed you up"

"Don't apologize... I'm not alive anyway"

My master's comfort hurts my heart.

Besides, I wanted to at least create a gap that would let Mr. Cain get away with it. It didn't work.

There's only one more thing I can do.

"Master, pretend to be a doll for a while"

After asking for it, I turn my attention to Isaac and Mr. Cain.

The two kept fighting silently.

The way Mr. Cain recieves the sword that Isaac cuts is like a sword dance that he plays together.

Mr. Cain is pushed and disfigured.

Mr. Cain quickly puts it up while rolling with the kick Isaac put in and turns to poke.

Still paid.

We'll meet again.

Soon Mr. Cain's breath rose. The wound must be open.

The arm I allotted also has room for Isaac to just keep his mouth grin from disappearing all the time, even though blood seeps into the wrapped bandage.

"You wanted to kill each other when you weren't hurt."

At the same time that he cut it off several times, Isaac put on a foot payment.

Mr. Cain does not draw his sword even as he is about to fall.

Mr. Cain's arm lifted to receive Isaac's sword, which I thought I would shake down.

But Isaac's sword tip curves smoothly, cutting Mr. Cain's leg, bouncing up the sword of Mr. Cain he shook down, and piercing him in the abdomen.

I didn't scream because I didn't have a voice.

When Isaac draws his sword as the blood drips, Mr. Cain falls on the spot.

My arms, my legs tremble.

But if I cry here and do nothing, I can't help Mr. Cain.

I went so hard on my knees and hands.

Cover and shelter Mr. Cain.

"Don't kill me..."

I don't have the power to raise my voice anymore. But I can't lose my mind yet. There's still work to be done.

My movements were cursory, but Isaac didn't interrupt everything.

I'm relieved by that.

... Good. Then maybe you'll accept what I thought.

Speak the words you were thinking about.

"You want a magician, Isaac. That's why I told you not to come with me, right?

If you look up, Isaac has looked at you silently. Like I urge you to keep your mouth shut and with a harsh eye.

"I'm going to Salehardo"

The voice proclaiming trembled.

"Chiara..."

A still conscious Mr. Cain must have tried to stop me. They call me by name, but I decided not to hear it.

Me too, I really don't want to do that. Being on Salehard's side is likely to make him an enemy of Falgia.

"Please miss Mr. Cain. In exchange, I surrender to you…"

Isaac thought for a few seconds and returned the answer.

"Ho, that's a special victory, Chiara. But even if you surrender, you'll be prepared to be treated quite well. I don't know if I'll respond properly. Anyway, you're a magician. If I were you, I wouldn't let you fool me into believing in words alone."

Isaac as king, after all, was not sweet. Yes. Really? Can't you just take me away?

"Going to that highly abusive Viscount may not be so different, but is that okay?

I feel like I'm going to shudder at the cold gaze of seeing others in Isaac.

If Isaac is now, I don't think it's weird to do anything, so I'm going to be scared from the bottom of my heart.

Unlike the Viscount, Isaac has no way of suppressing me. That's why I can't imagine what they'll do.

What if they torture me or something? If the Viscount did something that was no different than getting me fooled...

I wanted to cry just imagine.

Because I still wanted to help. I was also well aware that I could only offer one more body of this if I could only sit on the ground miserably.

Besides... if you're not sure you can keep it this way, it's a little easy.

"Because I can't use magic right now. I don't think I can ramble or resist while I'm transporting you somewhere, and if you'll let Mr. Cain go... obey"

Nodded to me, Isaac told me.

"... okay"

"No. If you want to escape by yourself..."

Mr. Cain tries to stop it.

I thought you'd stop me saying that. Besides, Mr. Cain doesn't kill me because I'm pathetic after all.

"I don't want you to die. Because Mr. Cain is like my brother in this world. There's no way you want your kind family to die."

"But you need to replace your life..."

With stretched fingertips, stop Mr. Cain from speaking.

Then he secretly let the back of his left hand touch near Mr. Cain's abdominal wound.

"Reggie will understand. Because you know more than anyone how much I wanted a family. If it was to help Cain, as important as your brother, I would do this."

So the whimper almost leaked and ate my teeth off once.

Mr. Cain still argued. He did, but I didn't let him say anything.

I try to cure Mr. Cain's injuries, like Mr. Felix, using my own blood, which had not stopped while it was spilling.

Pretend you're crying, relax.

Isaac will not doubt that tears flowing on his own will wet Mr. Cain's clothes.

Though I think only a few people can buy time that way. I wanted to raise the possibility that Mr. Cain could survive at all.

Mr. Cain seems to have passed out just like that because of his witchcraft.

Just fine, because if you don't look like you'll never resist, Isaac might not miss it.

Even though I use witchcraft in a state of limitation, I kind of don't feel worse than I just did.

Still, the barely remaining thinking power causes Mr. Cain to use magic in the direction of prioritizing and fixing his wounds from the inside.

Because if you prioritize surface scratches, Isaac will notice you. I regret that I can't do that, but on the contrary, using wound pills should do something about it.

Still, there was too much blood, and the use of witchcraft would have cut my strength more than injuries. Even if I manage to connect my life, I don't know if I can get Alan and the Falgian people to pick it up safely.

I still need a miracle for Mr. Cain to survive, but that's all I can do.

"... are we done breaking up?

How many seconds has it been since Isaac spoke and grabbed my shoulder?

That's it, I was a little relieved when I thought.

"Get him out of here."

If you keep nagging, Isaac broke the stiffness of his voice a little.

"Well, there's no way that a guy with all those deep wounds can do this, and you seem to be completely passed out. Let's keep our word...... hey, let the man go on the horse. I have to tell him I got the magician over there. You'll be scared."

I have no power to resist, but I can be held up by Isaac as I am done.

Without even being able to lift his neck, he stayed quietly on his back, but I just had to watch Mr. Cain be put on someone's horse as he was by Salehard's soldiers and tied up.

Eventually, the horse starts walking, gently slapped and prompted.

I followed him with a blurred vision of a horse disappearing across the woods, but at some point I became invisible.

It's dark.

I probably closed my eyes, but I don't really know that myself either.

It's just kind of cold.

It was then that Isaac finally seemed to realize my condition.

"Hey...... hey Chiara!?

But I had let go of consciousness and couldn't explain it anymore.

Because of this, I had no idea that my hand wounds were spreading slightly or that my blood would stop.