Expecting to Fall into Ruin, I Aim to Become a Blacksmith

I ran away from Eliza, hid for a while, and then went back to my room.

It was good to escape to a place where many people gathered when fleeing. Eliza was concerned about her physical condition and didn't follow her persistently. One hair at a time, man.

And now, after a day, we have a morning, but we are alive safely.

The fact that Eliza isn't raiding even when she's in the room like this now probably cooled Eliza's anger boiling a lot after time.

I can't believe you've forgiven me. In one case the other day, plus yesterday's events overlap and your relationship with Eliza sucks.

I want to improve, but now I shouldn't touch it. Whatever you think, burns are visible.

Such a fold, a single letter arrived at the post worn on the door of the room.

Cute envelope with sharply 'Eliza Doville' name on it.

The moment I saw the name, I had general goosebumps as Zo.

"Here we are."

I wouldn't be surprised if only two letters, kill, were written in this letter.

No, it's more calming that way than I expected.

Open the dreaded envelope and take out the potty inside.

This is another cute toilet.

Maybe it's not even that bad content.

Well, now, will there be ghosts, snakes, or tigers?

"Lord Kurli Helan.

How are you doing? Is it getting hotter out there gradually and getting sick or something? Yeah, I'm sure you're alive even though you're not sick!

I say, when I think of you, sleep is shallower and I have a sleep-deprived day.

I closed the letter here once.

Gently place it on the table.

I kind of felt a nasty vibe from the letter, and I was nervous and thirsty.

I drank a cup of tea, took a deep breath and re-read. Still, why is it letter-style to the content?

You couldn't sleep yesterday, could you? That's funny, isn't it? Isn't that funny? Don't you think so!

Is it true that Lord Kurli Helan knew my father? He is a proud father who is the [Chancellor] of this country. That father was adoring me a great deal, eliminating things I didn't like better than when I was little.

I also closed the letter once.

Obviously, the brush pressure is getting thicker. Write it down, no. It's like a letter you're writing while you're hitting it.

Squeeze your courage and manage to read more.

There was a lot going on with you this time. It is a very sad event.

It is not good for me that this event be widespread in the world. Right? You think so!

So let's just say this never happened. That's better for each other.

My honor is preserved, and your life is saved. Isn't that a gainful story for both?

I think so, don't I? No, you should think.

That's the thing, thank you.

Now, be careful with your health. Eliza Dorville '

Something very letter-like came up, threatening documents.

In short, if you talk, I'll kill you. The question of why it's letter-style is endless, but around you conditioning me, it's a more thankless story than being killed unconditionally.

Okay, well, I got the blackmail papers, but they're only sending me this as a letter.

Then, as a gentleman, I should return this letter as well.

I took the pen out of my desk drawer and ran a brush on the appropriate paper.

"Dear Eliza Doville,

How are you doing?

I don't have to worry. I'm fine. It's been getting hot outside lately and I'm worried that it will affect your health, which is weak, and I'm spending my days.

Speaking of which, I couldn't sleep a single night yesterday either, that's an odd encounter.

Of course we know that Master Eliza's father is the Chancellor.

I am a great man in charge of the politics of this country, I live every day grateful as a nobleman.

It's a beautiful story that such a busy man is a daughter-thinking kind father at home.

By the way, she said there was a lot going on, but I'm not sure what it's about.

In particular, you don't seem to remember what happened yesterday at all.

You don't know what you want to say or what you want to say, there's nothing to say.

Don't worry, Master Eliza, have a healthy evening.

If you really can't sleep, let me plug in something nice.

That's the thing, so don't worry.

Now, be careful with your body so that you don't compromise its beauty forever

Kurli Helan '

All right, I've written this one in a letter style.

While lifting Eliza, I won't say it, I think it became something that appealed to me to say.

Just get out of the room and go into the girls' dorm.

I happen to catch the woman there and ask her where Eliza's room is.

He said blush cheeks, cah, or something, but I'm not talking about that kind of system.

It's more about delivering fulfillment letters than love sentences.

I came in front of the taught room and put a letter in the post attached to the door.

This will be fine for a while.

It's not even a solution, but the other side came up with the terms, and this one drank it.

It would be reasonable to think that peace has been made.

Go back to your room and get some tea slowly.

It's just the fancy tea I brought from my parents' house, and it smells good.

I was able to relax for a while.

But it also sounded like something was going into the post, and soon I felt happy flying away.

When I looked in the middle of opening the post, it happened to be a letter from Eliza.

"Lord Kurli Helan.

I have confirmed the contents of the letter. You don't remember yesterday, do you?

I just said the boulder is the son of a one-country lord. Seems like a big poor memory.

Here, quiet your heart with a little of your favorite tea in your mouth.

What is this content!

I forgot to take care of you, but all of a sudden I got a tantrum back!

I managed to push and sink my angry heart and read on.

No, still, it doesn't necessarily mean you remind me of it and don't leak it to someone.

I'm not stupid enough to believe a story about a light man like you.

If you're a man, why don't you prove it with something shapely?

I'm in the middle of enjoying my tea, so I'll finish writing around here.

Eliza Doville

I see, you mean you want proof that you can be certain of something because you can't be trusted?

Hmm, what would you like? Do you want me to give you a secret or something?

Or give him something to collateralize... Hmm? Looks like the letter still has a continuation.

P.S.

It said weak, beautiful, but is it the heart directed at me?

No, there's no way a light man like you could really say that.

I was the fool trying to make sure. You were a snake foot. Excuse me.

..., wow, I meant to lift it under no good effect!

This lifting, it's too cost-effective.

What, Eliza is a pure maiden!?

All right, here's what we'll do.

I took out the pen and wrote back immediately.

"Dear Eliza Doville,

I read the letter. Actually, I drink tea, too. This tea is famous for its collar, so would you like to share your hem next time?

I was impressed by Eliza's words that a man should prove himself with something shapely.

There is one form of proof that I have come up with, squeezing the wisdom without.

I'm going to share my hives with Master Eliza. I don't expect that to result in zero deductions, but please forgive me.

Actually, I used to be fat all the time. It's an embarrassing and untold past. Please keep it to yourself.

Okay, I'm in the middle of enjoying my tea too, so let me just say that.

Kurli Helan

P.S.

Of course I mean to say weak, beautiful.

I also prove this word in a form. I will keep flowers magically made in the image of Eliza.

I'd appreciate it if you could look at those flowers and believe my true intentions. '

I finished writing the letter and put it in an envelope.

Magic and activate the magic of material change.

Eliza-imagined flowers, yellow in the center of the flowers, light blue in the petals, slightly larger ovals in shape, simply 3 sheets.

The stems were also made the same color as the petals, the lines were narrowed and two small green leaves were kept in place away from the flowers.

I put that in with the letter and delivered this to Eliza's room post.

Well, now I hope you'll forgive me, but what if I come again with weird demands?

While I waited for my reply letter, I could refry the tea and enjoyed another cup of hot.

Then again, there's a sound in the post. Quick reply this time.

"Lord Kurli Helan.

Thank you very much for the beautiful flowers.

Does this flower have a name?

You imagined me and made it magically, didn't you? Looks like a pretty flower to me.

Only one flower in the world. Just me flowers. Surely, if you have a name, could you tell me?

Eliza Doville

P.S.

Your secret, I did let you grip it.

P.S. and the whole thing is reversed!

Isn't the flower gift super effective?

Can I interpret this as forgiving me for yesterday?

No, it should be good.

'Cause this morning's letter was a bloody letter, but now it looks like a heartbeat letter.

I guess I wrote a slurp, kind of calling it a letter that clears my mind this way.

I wrote back quickly.

"Dear Eliza Doville,

Above all, I'm happy for you.

The name of the flower is Einvi. This is the name I imagined and gave it from the shape of a flower.

By the way, flower language is [a moment of pale happiness].

I'm glad you took care of it.

P.S.

Okay. '

'Right. Let's flush it all down to the water.

We look forward to seeing you again in class. '

That's a big reversal victory.

From the trial of certainty of loss, acquittal.