Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

October 11th.

Finishing Professor Raspade's afternoon tutoring, he went to visit Quentin Worgman, who seems to be in shock in yesterday's battle with the wild dogs.

When we get to the large mansion of the Worgman family, Deacon Stewart will welcome us and lead us to the reception room.

Walking through the mansion, I asked him how Quentin was doing.

"Master Quentin seems to be in shock and I don't want to go to college today...... I was going to see how things went until my husband got home"

As I expected, the fact that the demon was about to kill me seems shocking and dragging. There was nothing I could do with a butler, and it seemed like I was going to wait for Senator Worgman to come back from a business trip.

Waiting in the reception room, Quentin showed up feeling like he was screwed. I greet you like a blur, but I'm not saying anything more.

When I said, "You look good, Mr. Worgman," he turned away from me and said, "I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back to my room."

(You feel like you're totally being hit with fear. I have no choice...)

I said, "Mr. Worgman, why don't we just talk a little bit," and I stopped him trying to leave.

I look him in the face and tell him the facts pale.

"Yesterday was a so-called" first line ”for you. And I was dying fighting demons. So the demon got horrible. Am I right?

He looks remorseful in my questioning, but he doesn't say anything back.

"My first fight with Miss Jakes here was two years ago, yes, when I was eight. My first fight was a wild dog, too. And I was terrified of wild dogs, too. I was in a safe place where my awesome squire would protect me..."

Quentin looks incredible, but I don't mind continuing the conversation.

"Unlike you yesterday, there was absolutely no danger to us then. Miss Jakes, that's a hassle, Sharon's fine... because Sharon's father, Guy, was there. I'm also a comparable adventurer to Beatrice I met yesterday. Hey, Sharon?

You somehow understood my intentions, Sharon nodded loudly as she nicked,

"Yes, it wasn't dangerous at all to ask later, but I was crying on my way home then. I didn't even remember how I was walking along the way. If Master Zach hadn't held my hand..."

"We were scared, too. At first, we all do."

Quentin said, "That's not true. You're strong," he says, shaking his head in tears.

"Then let me tell you about my grandfather. My brother-in-law was a civilian soldier, but he was a man knighted with one arm. If you go to the Raswell Frontier Uncle, you're a swordsman with enough arms to still know who you are. I'll tell you the story of the first battle that your boss told me..."

I'll tell him what I heard after my first fight.

"... He said that because of his fears, he almost endangered his allies. I'll let you hear what that gentleman said."

He was drawn to his grandfather's story and asked, "What language? I've heard."

"When I said I was trembling in my first battle," it's no shame to feel afraid. Those who do not feel fear will not gain true strength ”. I still can't forget that word. I was able to fight like this because of that."

Quentin said, "Feeling afraid is no shame. Those who do not feel fear cannot gain true strength......" he muttered, looking down.

I thought I couldn't, but I waited for him to look up.

He held his hand open or grabbed his knee for about thirty seconds, but slowly raised his face.

My eyes were still red, but my tears had stopped. You're trying to force me to make a smile, with a cramped look,

"Thank you. I'm feeling a little easier. Mr. Lockhart...... may I call you Zach. I want you to call me Quentin..."

I snort at it and he looks happy.

We talked a lot afterwards. And I asked him about the last time he went to Professor Raspade.

"You said Dr. Raspade wasn't willing to coach students other than you. Even if the fifth grade chief came, he said he wasn't worth mentoring directly. If you say so much, you'll have nothing to regret."

"The teacher did that..."

"It's just that you said this one last time.“ Mr. Lockhart can't. But when we can talk about magic on an equal footing with Miss Jakes, let's come back. "So the immediate goal is Miss Jakes, yeah, Sharon. You're the target."

Quentin proclaims highly so, but said Sharon, "Am I the goal?" and make it a pocan for a moment, and immediately amaze me and round my eyes.

We have a filling for Beatrice, so we decided to go home. On his way home, Stewart says, "To Lady Beatrice and Lady Lydiane," and gives him a bottle of wine. I unfortunately took it and left the mansion behind that I would be in a bit of a mood.

At dinner, when the wine was served, Liddy and Beatrice were in a good mood as soon as possible.

Beatrice said, "Well, it's the first line, so there's no choice. You'd do better by yourself, too," Liddy also said, "You're a decent kid than I thought, because you can admit Zach".

When I laugh, "You've been bought off with wine," I argue that the two are different, but they didn't let go of the wine, so it wasn't convincing.

On the night of October 11th, when the bell was at 8pm.

After Beatrice returned to the inn, we had another visitor at home.

The guest was Pierce Worgman, councillor of the Sorcerer's Guild.

He should have been on a two-night, three-day business trip, heard about yesterday's incident at the guild or mansion, and must have come here.

It was always uncommon for him to be calm, his face was in a red tide, and he could hear that he had rushed here.

"I'm sorry for the night," he apologized,

"My son, I heard you saved Quentin's life. Let me start by thanking you. Thank you so much."

We were surprised that he, the politician of the opponent, had suddenly said thank you. Because no matter how much I said I saved my son's life, I thought it would be enough to invite him to the mansion to thank me.

But Senator Worgman's expression was serious in itself, nothing but a father worried about his son. "Surprisingly, I didn't think you were a good person," as Liddy said later. It would be awesome just to make Liddy, who is familiar with people and has masculinity, think about how far I've been acting.

"I must also thank Miss Beatrice, whatever you put down, think of you first..."

Rep. Worgman said he returned to Alliance headquarters about an hour ago, where he heard that Quentin was about to be wrecked in the woods.

And after returning to the mansion and asking the butler Stewart what was going on, he heard from his son that he knew we'd rescued him.

"Looks like you're just getting help. I also thank you for getting my son back on his feet."

He questioned and questioned that his son was calm, he said. And after school today, me and Sharon visited the mansion and found out that they encouraged him.

"When I heard he was dying in his first battle, I thought Quentin had been swallowed up by fear... if there's anything I can do, I want you to say anything. Because there's no substitute for my son's life."

I have no faith in a sincere senator.

(It may be the influence of the Japanese press to say that we can't trust politicians. It makes me seem narrow, but I really can't trust this guy. I know this guy's information, and even this previous interview threatened him with a ruthless look...)

"I've already been thanked, and I think both Beatrice and Lydiane are thankful enough for the good wine."

When I looked at Liddy, she said, "Right. It wasn't dangerous over here, and that's enough," he said.

"And me and Miss Jakes are your friends, Quentin, so it's natural."

Sharon snorts loudly at my words.

"Well... I still can't win when I run off with you"

His face had changed from that of a son thoughtful father to that of a ruthless politician.

And all of a sudden, I've got a "favor to ask" to bow my head.

"There are people trying to make rumors that are not about this one. You don't have to tell me, but it's Isherwood."

I get a sigh of political entanglement again, but I ask, "Is that a rumor?"

"You want to attack my qualities as a mentor. He's trying to stock up on Quentin's behavior, wondering if he can reform the college without having to have one son."

I wondered where you heard about it, but I don't want to stick my neck in it for the bad stuff, so I keep going through it.

And somehow I knew what I wanted from his words.

"Okay. Yesterday, Quentin, you went into the woods with Lydiane. Mr. Stewart didn't happen to know about it and rushed to make a request to the Adventurer Guild. That's fine with me."

Senator Worgman did not change his expression,

"So I'd like to ask you. Fortunately, I'm not hurt, and if I keep it as Stewart's empty noise, it won't scratch me."

I look at that word like Liddy doesn't like it, but I pretend not to notice it.

"Liddy asks for that, too. Regardless of the senator (...), Quentin is a good guy. If this makes a fuss, he's the one who gets scratched. Please, Liddy."

I glanced at the senator's face as I bowed my head to Liddy and said I could tell him how much I disliked him. The senator laughs bitterly, but didn't say anything.

Liddy didn't look at the senator at all and said, "Okay. Because it's your (...) favor," he said, leaving the place for discussion.

I told Beatrice not to talk more than I needed to, and then I asked her what she cared about.

"Why, Quentin, did you let you go to the woods? Even though I told you to be careful, you didn't get your hands on anything?

The senator looked a little surprised and said, "What are you talking about? I've heard."

Five days ago, on October 6th, I gave the Guild's receptionist a note with a warning.

"You don't seem to be coming to me. Do you remember who you gave it to?"

The senator has asked so with his eyes narrowed. He nodded, "I see."

"Still, the attacks against me seem to be continuing. I got a big idea who did it for what."

He turned an awesome smile on me. I had something cold running on my spine, and I thought I'd stop having anything to do with this any more.

I whimpered in a sigh, "I don't want to get into politics any more..." and said, "Well, then tell you, Quentin," and made it smell like this story was over without saying it.

Senator Worgman felt it too, creating a well-deserved smile,

"I'll be sure to thank you for this. Is there any hope?"

I said, "I think I know politicians don't like lending..." I clouded the words. Because after this I almost added, "It's still a hassle to hang out with politicians."

"Nothing in particular. If you insist, Quentin, direct your guidance to him. If possible, take them to the woods and let them gain experience and raise them."

Congressman Worgman said he still said something,

"You can count on me any way you want. Okay, excuse me. I sincerely thank you for saving my son's life. Let me thank you again."

That said, he bowed his head again, and the senator left the house.

The next day I was going into the woods, so I told Beatrice who came to the house the story and she looked blatantly disgusted, "It was a good drink, but the aftertaste suddenly got worse".

"If that's all right with you, I won't say anything... but I didn't know you knew a politician. That's such a big guy, too. Well, since he's the father of a classmate, do you know him..."

Beatrice doesn't know about the politics involved in Senator Worgman. I haven't said it because it's not what I talk about aggressively, and knowing it poorly might get me involved, but I don't feel very good about it as if I'm hiding from my people.

"I don't like politicians, and number one, they're the busiest people in this city, so there's nothing more we can do about it."

Liddy and Beatrice were more powerful that day than usual. They hear political thoughts from the person who helped them in good faith, and I guess it doesn't come with sorting out feelings.

Miscellaneous fish, which is usually turned by me and Sharon, are also defeated one after the other because of their stress.

(I don't know, but our goal is to level up...)

I just wanted to say one thing, but when I said extra things when those two were frustrating, I weighed myself down because I could easily predict eating just about anything.

Councilman Worgman's work went well, and Quentin's story didn't get any fuss. Looks like Quentin had been at the college since the next day, but by the time we went to class, they weren't even listening to the rumors.