Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

"Hey Chiara! Reply, come on!

Shaking Chiara, held as she called in a hasty voice, is the man Horace's disciple seems to know his face and name.

Was it Fort Inion we met before?

He said he was a merchant over there, but Horace also knows that we've seen each other before and we know each other to some extent.

And to some applause, he also said that he realized that Chiara had made Isaac king of Salehard.

So with all the harsh things I've said, I know he cares about his seemingly passed out apprentice...

Come on, then you'll wake up feeling worse and worse!

"You stupid thing! It's too shaky!

…………

A young man named Isaac, a red-haired man who heard Horace, stops moving for a moment and looks at Chiara's face still.

You're wondering, even though you didn't move your mouth anyway.

"I'm not over here!

There's nothing we can do about it if we don't get to the point for now, so I swung the chatter, arms and legs and insisted, and both Isaac and the cavalry that was gathering around him took a deep breath.

"The doll! The doll is moving on its own!

"Mage's Curse Doll!?

"They'll kill us!

That said, the cavalry creeps away from Isaac.

"Hey, you guys are too thin..."

"Because, Your Majesty, I don't like being cursed to death or anything!

"Anyway, if you fight and die on the battlefield, if they find out you've been cursed to death, our daughter-in-law will be left behind!

Hearing that, I see. Horace was convinced that these men were definitely from Salehardo, not in disguise. Humans in that country are a little more confident because of the slightly harsh environment in the North. Especially fear the curse.

Did this man Isaac also say that he was a curse at first?

... That's why I thought it was better than being imprisoned by Ruein yet.

And they call him Your Majesty, so I guess Isaac is definitely king of Salehard.

How the hell did Chiara get to know such a person?

Though I don't know, then I also understood why Chiara desperately let the knight escape.

Aside from his value as a mage against Chiara, there is a ground where some talk can be made. Moreover, because he is a king, there is no way that Viscount Credias of the Falgian aristocracy would turn him in where he protested.

A knight can be dangerous to be imprisoned, but Chiara has a good chance of survival.

Until then, Horace thinks.

"It's not a curse. Don't be rude, kids. Hihihihihihihihihi."

I knew my laughter sounded creepy, and if I laughed intentionally, Isaac, nearest to me, sighed.

"So what the hell are you? He said he was Chiara's teacher."

"Call me Horace. I am the sorcerer of this daughter. Better than me for now, because our disciple is dying."

"Dying...?

"Behold the left hand of the disciple."

I guess Isaac thought he was just injured.

She looked at Chiara's sloppy, drooping left hand when she was told, and at first she had the look of not knowing why.

But the only man who wasn't frightened by Horace...... still a boy's golden-haired soldier came out in front of the cavalry and observed and said.

"The wound is spreading...? Is this magic, too?

"It's because of the excessive use of witchcraft and the sorcerer in your people. If you don't stay like this, you'll die from sand on your hands."

It was Isaac who made a slightly hurried voice to Horace's words: "Whoa."

"What can we do because of magic?

"First block the wound, then hurry west. Much of the situation will be stable if we stay away from mages like that frog. At the same time, let them know that you are catching the sorcerer and dying.... If that magician wants to impress our disciples, he won't imitate them like he would kill them."

Isaac, who heard Horace's explanation, gave instructions as soon as he thought only three seconds.

"Mikhail, make allowance for the wound. You bring my horse."

As Isaac instructed, the surrounding humans begin to move.

"There's really a scratch..."

Mikhail, who paid for the injury, distorted his expression. I guess I didn't know how to treat it.

After wiping the blood and applying the medicine extensively, I wrap the bandage around it and go.

Chiara's hand, covered with white cloth, still smudges with blood. Still, it's better than not making allowance.

We'll just have to move as soon as possible after that.

"Why don't you hurry up? There you go."

"I can't believe a king of a country is rushed by a doll..."

Isaac comes close to his own horse, who, though blurred, was brought.

Horace went along with saying that to him now.

"I'll tell you what first. If you want our disciples to obey you, keep me hostage. That's the only way he's gonna get away with it."

Isaac, who was told, gave his mouth a laugh that seemed to make sense.

"What's so important about disciples?"

"Not my old daughter. You can't stand the rough treatment. If that's what you mean, don't wait another fifty years."

"... can't you even threaten me if I have to be dry?

Isaac gives Chiara to the cavalry that was nearby.

"You have to threaten a little girl. You can't even say what a man says."

I thought it might have stirred up a little too much on the inside, but Isaac rode silently and held Chiara back once he had deposited it with the others.

"In the meantime, we'll see how it works. … I hope I can recover so I can confirm."

Because I was also concerned as Horace about that.

"... if you can't heal me, I'll curse you."

"Huh?"

Isaac opened his eyes to the limit and was a little.

Horace laughed with a good face, not to think that he was bluffing.