Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

I felt like I was sagging in the water.

It's more like seagrass, if you like, than fish, that's how I feel.

The stream of water that goes through my side, shaking every bit, flickers in my head to show me the various things at times.

When I was in elementary school, I went with my family to the sea, the mountains.

Your father liked mountains and didn't come out from under the parasol like a girl at sea because he wasn't good at swimming.

Instead, let me stick it on my back, and it was your mother who swimmed for me.

Primary school graduation.

I wore a piece I bought from my mother and the neighborhood shopping mall, but it was just a rainy day and I wanted to sob and cry with accidental bouncing mud.

My mother told me, "I told you to turn the dirt into discreet black," but your father consoled me that you were sad that your pretty clothes were ruined.

Somewhere my father felt more like a maiden, but since the rebellion, I guess I've come to think my father, who quietly tells me, is a little scarier.

Instead, your mother was more comforted by your father for having trouble treating me.

My family I miss.

I wonder if I'll ever see you again.

Every time I get sad, when I wake up, I think I'm going to be able to go back to that nostalgic world.

If I could do it again, I wouldn't bother your mother so much. I could have told your father that I loved him a little more.

- If you can try again.

I think someone told me those words.

Tzu, what brings the fish back to the back of your eyes so quickly is the watery eyes that look at you still.

It grips me like I'm tangled, hands bigger than mine.

I thought you were scared of the person's warm body at first.

I feel like I remember being hugged on my lap over and over so that I could get used to the vigilant cat child.

- Can't you talk to me when I follow you enough to know you like me that much?

If I'd stuck to my neck, they'd say that, but I still couldn't get it out of my mouth.

Even if you want to help, you can't do anything if you're obeyed.

Even if he wants to be helped, he can't do anything about it either, with the curse tied to his death.

Because he, too, was the only one who had to be imprisoned there.

- You don't want to bother me.

He nodded and smiled at me knowing.

You don't have to tell me to understand. That's because I'm too honest, he says.

You understand, but that doesn't change the way it's blocked in all directions. I think he was thinking the same thing.

- If you can't get away with it anyway, you two...

So I was struck by the feeling that my body was floating.

It makes me anxious, as it was rooted at the bottom of the ocean but cut off.

"There's nothing I can't do, dog and animal!

I miss that voice so much.

"The wound blocked..."

I hear a boy who doesn't sound familiar.

"Am I supposed to wake you?

Someone panicked when a voice full of power said so.

"You're telling me not to do anything abusive, you savage!

He said, "Wow. Add or subtract."

"That won't be the problem...... oh my fever again"

It floated a little on the water, but it sinks again a little bit.

A little relief.

If I get to the bottom, I might have another warm dream.

"Hey Chiara. If you don't wake up, I'll break this doll."

... Is it a threat? My chest hurts.

I don't want you to break it. But how am I supposed to get out of here?

I'd like to flake, but I'm like seagrass. Even though I can't do anything but stay sinking.

"That knight, you can go after him and kill him, okay?

Stop, stop, I think.

But I can't. I can't even scream.

And who's the knight? I feel very important, but I can't remember the name.

"Ok...... I'll take the last resort"

"Can I help you?

The person questioned answered confidently.

"A princess has a desire to wake up with a prince's kiss, doesn't she?

"You must be King..."

"Thank you very much."

A frustrating voice. And I kind of feel like I'm being touched.

It was seaweed. I felt strange, like it was the first time I could recognize that I had hands, feet and head.

Where did the tickling sensation touch you?

What flickered behind my brain at that moment was the face of the person who touched my lips with his fingertips, and only for a moment, the edges of my lips touched me and looked at me up close -.

"Ku, kuuuuuu"

I didn't have a voice, but my hand moved. A hand stretched out with the intention of thrusting it, hitting something,

"Whew!

I heard someone scream, but a moment later my consciousness darkened again.

◇ ◇ ◇

Chiara, sleeping and not showing any reaction, felt a small groan.

"Oh, are you awake?

Peeping in, Isaac was suddenly slapped in the jaw with his moved hand.

"Whew."

My head was shaken hard by an unexpected attack, and I was only about to lose consciousness for a moment. She was asleep again when she pressed her jaw and saw Chiara again.

"I didn't like it..."

Mikhail, a blonde hair, had his eyes turned to Isaac to see what was truly pathetic.

"I didn't know a threat like this would work, Woohich"

An earthy doll makes a strange laugh that turns her nerves upside down.

It was this doll's suggestion that I touched my lips with my fingertips, with the intention of being part of the threat.

Fu and Isaac noticed that there was a crack hidden in the pattern around the doll's back.

"Hey, you got a crack on your back"

"Oh, that's true"

"... mmm"

The doll named Horace, unable to see his back, groans.

"It doesn't matter. If a disciple wakes up, he'll do anything."

If that's what you say, I just have to wonder if it is. Isaac and the others don't know much about magic.

It could have been yesterday, but this doll was desperately stuck to Chiara after all, I didn't really understand what she was doing.

"There's nothing I can't do, dog and animal!

Or can a dog do something about it?

Anyway, it is certain that Chiara was about to regain consciousness to the extent that the wound, though no longer spreading, that did not heal properly disappeared.

Then he told me to shock him and I tried to threaten him and he hit me, so I thought Chiara was about to wake up...

"Is this another coma?

Chiara sleeps quietly again.

"You just woke up once. The magic is stabilizing too...... I'm sure you'll wake up if you rest like this."

So I cut the words, and Horace has turned a single line of eyes to Isaac that I don't know where I'm looking.

"You, don't let that Viscount near you alone."

"I know. Threaten yourself, but it's predictable that you're going to be treated like a hell of a slave. I want you to work for Salehardo too, so I'm not giving it to you. It's just that Chiara's obsession."

For once, I had an errand to meet with the general of Luain.

There was that Viscount Claudius.

Isaac was unsure whether to hide about Chiara, but decided to open it up.

I thought it would be better to keep it a secret and have Viscount Crediaz admit in the moment that it belonged to him because he defeated him and surrendered him rather than deal with it later when he claimed ownership.

Viscount Credias didn't say anything then.

The fact that we got the magician meant that the general of Ruein seemed a little more regrettable.

When we broke up, the Viscount said.

"I'd be able to recover soon enough."

Apparently, even though he hasn't seen it, the Viscount has predictions about Chiara's condition.

"Unfortunately, the problem with that magician is that he's injured. I can handle it enough."

I answered.

There are things I don't know about magicians.

Anyway, now I just have to do what this strange doll says. The time to wait like this cannot be left behind.

"Wake up quickly, Chiara."

Whispering, she still can't open her eyes.