Labyrinth Restaurant

Thanks in part to the accuracy of the first aid, Simon's injuries, diagnosed and treated by a pharmacist and healer who came later, had largely healed by evening.

After eating the irritant, the cut wounds on my lips and mouth may stain a little, but my nosebleeds have already stopped, and I've changed my clothes, which turned bright red with blood, returning to the usual appearance.

Lyme's injury, on the other hand, was terrible.

The fractures and dislocations and lacerations in both hands, even though they were just serious injuries, were forced to poke me in the head with both wrists grabbed just before I passed out, so they were even off my shoulders.

It's not an injury like life has a separate form because the area is just the arm, but it couldn't be cured with any amount of magic in a single treatment (not just if you use magic, it takes a lot of physical strength to get treated. Imposing it and rushing to recover will instead debilitate the patient).

Fix the dislocated spot for now (I was lucky to stay stunned. The pain of dislocation can sometimes be more painful than a broken bone, either when the joints come off or when inserting the detached part), fixed so that the broken area is not distorted, but glued from the wrist of both hands to the tip with a bandage like a mummy (mummy). Now you will have to live without both hands for the time being.

In that condition, we had to deal with both injuries in a uniform manner, and we had to face the problem we were consciously sending ahead on the spot.

Though it didn't matter for now, things aren't even a fight, it's a unilateral assault on the royalty.

You can't complain about being executed without trial in some countries, and it's no wonder you're responsible not only for yourself, but even for its analogy.

If it turns out, even if the victim Simon is unwilling to do so, he can be involved in the prestige of the royal family and the nation if he doesn't inflict heavy punishment on the culprit.

"... young, what will you do?

There is something called a topic that everyone doesn't want to say but someone has to cut out. This time, Claude turned to Simon for judgment in such a bitter tone.

If Simon wanted, Lyme would be captured and heavily punished......,

"There was nothing here. Okay?"

"Yes, I did. So be it."

We should say that we are fortunate to be unhappy, because this incident took place in the Chamber of Secrets, we can also decide that we did not have it from the beginning, as long as we stop it from the people involved.

There's nothing wrong with the personnel who hit the treatment and a few servants, and if you forbid Lisa to say anything else. The time that hits the problematic lime itself and its body will not dare to brag without stopping.

"I'm really sorry. I can't believe this kid did that..."

It goes without saying that one end of this cause is at a time when I was a guardian but didn't grasp my sister's temper. Though they are real sisters and are now walking amicably like a routine, it has not been a year since Time found out about their sister's existence. It was rather inevitable that, no matter how much family, there were aspects of it that I didn't know about.

"Oh my god. I don't know."

Time bowed his head deeply, but Simon seemed to intend to treat it as something he had never done again.

"Lisa, too, okay?

"……… Ah, yes"

"What's up, thoughts?

Simon then confirmed to Lisa that there was nothing, but Lisa was thinking like she wasn't here.

"Hey... I was wondering what Lime was saying earlier."

Regarding that, I was also concerned about Simon for what he wouldn't put out in his mouth.

Especially the phrase, "You just have to keep it running all the time without a scratch".

"Fight".

And "run".

Think of it as something that applies to you.

"... you want me to choose me instead of the Demon King? That..."

Simon also understood that if he confessed his thoughts to Alice and said so, there was not a single possibility that Alice would respond. Because the more you like about Alice, the more you don't like how much she loves the Demon King.

Even in battle, the winning eye is never-ending.

Confessions just get them in trouble.

If you do poorly, you might get awkward and not even be able to hang out the way you've been.

Then it seemed to Simon that it would be a smart choice to at least wish them happiness and pull themselves back in silence.

In Lisa's case, the situation is even more complicated, although similar. Anyway, it was Lisa herself who got Alice engaged to the Demon King.

That way I can finish with my secret thoughts and give up.

That prospect did seem sweet, and it still drags cheats like this, but that's why I can tell you which side to lower now, leave me alone and hang out with myself, etc. It is a place of suspicion of sanity, going through the dimension of shamelessness no longer.

Challenging a battle without winning is recklessness, not courage.

Both Lisa and Simon are going to make a sensible decision to at least try to get fewer scratches if they're going to get hurt one day anyway.

But it is also true that if that judgment is said to be "fleeing," it cannot be denied. The question arose because of Lyme's words that although escape is not necessarily a bad thing, I may have turned my back from an occasion where I should not have escaped.

No, it might be more accurate to say that you can no longer pretend not to see any more of the questions you had from the beginning.

What am I supposed to do?

"You don't make sense to me. The answer to this hand is troubled, troubled, troubled, you have to find it in you."

Claude, questioned by Simon, did not respond cheaply.

Talk to someone else, or you may get the most plausible answer.

But if you entrust important decisions in life to others, you will regret them for life. Truly my only convincing answer is always in me.

At about Simon's age, it's pretty premature to think about the troubles of that hand with so much seriousness, but Claude's decision to try not to look sweet and make him think because he's a child must be the right one.

"Trouble, huh?"

That's synonymous with telling someone to suffer.

Because the longer the problem prolongs, the more serious the suffering increases, and besides, the harder the answer arrived at isn't always the right one.

There was awkward silence for a while as it was, but the day I plugged it in through the window was getting dark, so I took a seat feeling sorry for the time I carried the fainted lime, and Lisa was going to go home, "Well, so am I."

"... then it's time for us to excuse ourselves"

Lime has not yet regained consciousness because of the loss of a lot of blood.

Your hands are fixed in a mummy state, but just in case you can't run with your ankles tied together in a bandage. It's a procedure to keep you awake but you can't open your legs wide because of it, so the time you're mugging is supporting and balancing with your hands like it's hard to hold.

When Time left the room, Simon, who was thinking deeply, called it off as he remembered. It turned out to be "nothing," but there still seems to be intense fear. Simon was careful not to get in between Lime's attacks, and remained in a slightly remote position.

"Time, give him one message. Tomorrow, I leave this city. But before I do, I'll definitely give you an 'answer' by the end of the night. Come and see me in the morning if you feel like it."

I told him that and also replied that Time would always tell him when Lime woke up.

This is how the guests left and the boy's long, long night began.

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By the time the date changed, Simon was still worried when he said it was usually time to be in his dreams. My body is tired but my eyes are full and my drowsiness is not coming and I wander around the room.

After a simple dinner, Claude also kept away from me and stuck in the room alone, and I've been thinking about it for hours now, but no convincing proposal ever comes to mind. Instead, it even seems like if you bother, the answer just goes away.

There was a time limit tomorrow morning, so by the end of the night, I've made a big deal out of giving answers, etc., but even after half the night, I haven't even grabbed the slightest takeover yet.

What do I want to do?

What should we do?

When Simon was immersed in thought like an ancient philosopher to find that answer, a dumb noise came out of his belly: Gu.

It stains the wounds in my mouth, so I just had a little warm, cold porridge for dinner.

Dinner porridge is so digested in your stomach that it feels like tightening your stomach. Once conscious, hunger was intolerable. As it is, I am very calm and unable to think.

If he went to the kitchen, he would have something to eat as it were, and Simon tried to leave the room and noticed a strange cardboard box in the shade of the furniture just in front of the door. No, the box itself is in a familiar form.

"This is from that store..."

It was a cardboard box used to put takeaway treats and dishes in the Demon King's Restaurant.

During earlier disturbances, I couldn't help but take the time I ate the pepper attack off my hands and then forgot it existed because it wasn't a souvenir place.

"What's in it... Confectionery, hmm"

The box itself was slightly crushed due to a flashy drop, but the contents seem safe.

Even when it comes to forgetting stuff, it could hurt you before you return it to the dropper because things are food, and most importantly, because you were hungry, Simon decided to have the contents of that confectionery box decided to be a nuisance.

In the middle of the night like this, and eating straight by the hand without using dishes, Claude tells me that I'm usually behaving badly, but fortunately I'm alone now. You don't have to worry about people.

"Uhm, delicious"

Because I used my head more than ever before, the sugar in the sweets seems to stain every inch of my brain cells. Sometimes one size at a time is not that big, and I can't help but reach two or three.

What was in the box was chestnut treats.

Shiro things like Japanese-style Marongrasse, made by peeling the ghost skin and tannin skin and then boiling it down and draining the chestnuts, simmered for a long time with plenty of sugar, shochu, and a very small amount of soy sauce with a hidden flavour. Or is it a luxurious version of sweet potatoes made from chestnuts?

The feeling of blown sugar jarries on the chestnut surface is also enjoyable, with the addition of chopped teak peel when simmering, so it also has a bitter and refreshing citrus aroma. The yellow chestnut contents were almost moist and soft and more satisfying than they looked.

"Knock."

When he said he had bothered his head with unanswered questions until earlier, but was devouring the sweets without worrying about his eyes in the middle of the night, he felt a little excited in Simon.

It seems like something bad is being done, and I feel like that guilt spices up and enhances the taste of the confectionery. Midnight ramen or high calorie fried food may be similar to what makes you feel unusually delicious.

Besides, it's painful again that that treat was originally Lime's. I felt as if I was giving him a lumpy battered return of interest.

There was little wonder in Simon's anger at Lyme for doing all that irrational stuff (maybe fear just smeared his anger), but that made me feel better and clearer as he avenged himself in such a far-fetched way.

Anyway, by the time Lyme wakes up from her fainting and realizes where the souvenir is, she's disappearing into Simon's stomach with no treats left to look forward to.

What a pleasant mood to imagine Lime's face when I found out about it. Well, I was just a little scared, but your emotions silenced me.

By the time I had finished eating all the contents of the big box, my stomach had swelled to bread on an empty stomach and it was painful enough.

Naturally, Simon ate it all by himself, up to the minute he was going to hand it out to Lime's family and neighbors. The last one, etc. was already tight to eat full, but I told myself it was for "revenge," and I couldn't do it and I gave it all to my stomach.

As I was licking my sticky hands with sugar, my stomach was filled, or I felt better again, and my drowsiness gradually came.

Simon, who was going to go back to his thoughts after his break, tried to squeeze his mental strength against the sleeper, but his eyelids just add weight against his will.

Because of the deep physical and mental drain, or because the chestnut confectionery alcohol wasn't flying off.

"If you can't see the answer anyway, how can you decide what to do with the momentum on the spot without thinking about it?"

… and so on in a fading consciousness, we managed to get to bed and Simon sank into a warm muddy sleep.

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At the same time.

A private house in an elf far from the labyrinth city.

…………

Lyme finally woke up.

The restraints have already been lifted and put to sleep in their own beds.

Next to the bed, her father, who seemed to be watching her, was creeping the boat as he sat on the chair.

Severe pain in both hands, that's terrible. As it was, I might have been happier not to be conscious all the time, so much so that I thought.

The pain is of such intensity that even large adults are likely to cry out, constantly trying to disturb her consciousness,

"... Simon's Fool"

So much pouting, she closed her eyelids without any crying in her mouth and just kept on withstanding the pain.