Ring Ring

Shiori didn't hate the night.

The moon emits soft light is mysterious and beautiful, and it's fun to gaze at the stars in a flash.

The darkness is gentle, quiet, it envelops everything. It feels like time is slowly flowing.

But right now, in this cold prison cell, I don't see the night that way.

You can't see the moon or the stars from the small window, and the darkness just creeps into the poetic weave, stirring up anxiety and fear.

Shiori hit her back to sleep and leaned herself against the blanket.

Second night in the detention room. I wonder how many more nights I have to spend here. That's all I've been thinking about since yesterday.

When the sun went down, even the cold stone building went even colder. My toes are cold and I can't sleep. My back tingles. Shiori rinsed his nose and went deeper into the blanket.

I wish I knew just how much longer I could at least get out of here. I can tolerate this situation if I see an exit.

Shiori thought of the murderer's maid in the dark. I wonder why she named Roche in the first place.

As for Shiori, I couldn't believe that Roche made and sold abortion pills. He's unlikely to take the risk of selling illegal drugs.

Besides, if you were making abortion pills, Roche would produce something more sophisticated and horrible. That can't happen to stop the concubine from drinking along the way because she's too bitter.

If the goal is the fetus, only the fetus, and if you want the queen to die, then Roche can make a medicine that will surely take their lives.

If I wanted to, I might even be able to manufacture something that doesn't leave traces of poison.

But if Roche is really irrelevant, I increasingly don't know what the samurai's statement means. Did you happen to visit the store before and know about Roche? So you duly named him? Did you really try to incriminate Roche to cover someone who made the pills?

I've been thinking too much and I'm getting a headache. I want to stop thinking and rest, but I can't even sleep because I'm cold. Shiori sneezed small and trembled.

The wind is strong this evening. The wind, which makes a lot of noise and strokes the outer walls of the prison building, finds a gap and tries to break into it. Shiori shrugged herself into the cold wind coming in through the small window and thought. I need to ask Shire tomorrow if I can block the windows with wooden plates and cloth.

Then there's the change of clothes and the bath. I don't say luxury about wanting to go into a hot tub, so I want to wipe my body with cloth. If life in captivity lasts for a while, it's better.

The rest would be very helpful as a poetry weave if there were a woman's turn. When I declare that I want to go to the bathroom, I do not have to turn my face red.

(Cold......)

Shiori held her own body with her eyes closed. All along in my head, there are two topics looping around: "cold" and "when will I be able to get out of here," where my crust figure interrupts from time to time.

I'm sorry it might bother you, but Shiori still thought I'd ask him for help. I can't even ask you to solve the charges against me, but I want you to improve the environment in this too cold detention room, so much so that you may listen.

I'm a little scared to meet Crust and if he talks about his engagement...

Poetry Weave melancholy thinking about what I would do if the crust were to mellow on the princess, but I decided to be ready and talk to Shail tomorrow. From his conversation with the sorcerer Garrell, he should know about the crust.

(May the crust remember me...)

Feeling like praying, Shiori closed her eyes.

I woke up at dawn. What Shiori felt was not a comfortable mellow, but a domination of the whole body. Hitting a turnaround is also troublesome and heavy on the body, and the chest complains of disgust.

My throat is a little nasty, my breathing is shallow and fast.

"Ha, ha..."

Must be a cold.

My body is hot even though I have chills. I had a fever because I slept in such a cold place.

When I finally lifted my eyelids and opened my eyes thinly, my vision turned around. I can't stop, I close my eyes immediately.

(disgusting......)

So far, nothing has crept up to my throat, but I'm going to throw up and feel sick like I can't throw up.

My head hurts, too, and this is not the spiciness of a slight fever.

(I can't believe I get a fever at a time like this)

When Shiori was cursing her own nasty body, she heard a fuzzy noise from the hallway. It's a security patrol.

I stop in front of the room wondering if the footsteps approaching where the number goes down the hallway. Shiori couldn't see it because she slept face to face against the wall, but she seemed to peek inside through the small window attached to the door to confirm it.

Shiori got up, or tried to speak up and tell him that he wasn't feeling well, but even that simple motion was hard to put into action now, and ended up just gently squirming.

The number also leaves without noticing Shiori's rough breath.

Dawn is not far away, and perhaps Shile should come again in the morning. It's impossible that no one will notice that you have a high fever.

But even the spiritually weak poetic weave had only a dark imagination.

When I was in Japan, I thought, "If you take about a cold and go to sleep overnight, it will heal," but now I can't think of it that way. You can't be in this freezing prison cell overnight and your cold is going to get worse and worse.

Besides, I don't have the energy to try to beat the cold.

It is often said that "sickness is from the mind", but now Shiori is in vain of its "chi".

(Even a cold can kill you if your fever doesn't go down or you have pneumonia...)

Be weak and come to an extreme conclusion.

(I wonder if I'm going to die... Keep it up, here, alone...)

Without even seeing the crust --.

My chest tightens tightly.

A twitch and tears seeped into his eyes, which remained closed.

The crust started working that morning as usual. Take turns with colleagues on night shifts and escort the king.

But the king who woke up asked me to see how the concubine was doing, so I followed the instructions and went down the hallway alone.

When I visited the concubine's room and asked the samurai how she was, she was recovering even better than yesterday and looked better. The morning appointment was already over and the doctor left, so Crust decided to follow up and ask for a detailed diagnosis.

The doctor is another person from Syllabus. I am a royal holding doctor and usually come to the castle from my mansion on a regular basis.

But after the incident, the king gave me a room in the castle so that I could respond immediately to any sudden change in the state of the concubine, and I was stationed there.

Crust said from that doctor, "Both the mother and the fetus are recovering well. When I heard the report to the effect that nothing was wrong," I relieved myself of leaving his room.

And on his way back from there to the king, he meets a bunch of people who got screwed.

I recognize that blush. The Kingsguard knights of the Queen.

But she doesn't look like Shile. Three more young knights. Everyone has a bunch of thick books in each of them and walks down the hall tired.

"Are you all right?

Unexpectedly, when the crust spoke, the young knights, who were walking cursorily, corrected their attitudes sassy. For them too, crust is an admirer.

"What about that book? You were doing some research on the other case?

The greeting was there too, his eyes turned to the large number of books they had, Crust asked. The Kingsguards of the Queen of the Side have been very busy clarifying the full story of the incident over the past few days.

"Yeah, I'm a guy charged with selling drugs to an example samurai, but I'm a pharmacist in the city... and I'm investigating what was in that store from one end. I'm almost done and couldn't find anything illegal, but there's one more thing that's suspicious... but the analysis is stuck."

"It's a suspicious book with a lot of notes in exotic language, but it's refreshing to know which country it's from"

"I've been looking into it all night, and I can't decipher it, and I'm about to return these useless books to the castle library."

Three knights answered in turn with a sleepy voice. Everyone has a bear under their eyes.

"I admire your enthusiasm for work, but if you don't get enough rest, you're going down."

When Crust cared, the three laughed like trouble.

"Actually, Mr. Shile was stuck with me to finish the investigation quickly..."

"But we're off until this afternoon, so it's okay. I'll go back to the dorm and sleep."

"Well, I hope so.... By the way, what's that suspicious book?

Somehow caught on, Crust asked. There was also a desire to give them back as soon as possible after the whole night, but it was written in exotic language, which is why I'm so curious. Driven by a desire to be sure with my own eyes.

"Here it is"

One of the knights pointed at the top of the mountain of books he had with his gaze. The crust stops near him and takes the white and thin face of it.

"It's accompanied by a painting of medicinal herbs, so I think it's a note on how to make medicines, but maybe it's an illegal way to manufacture medicines..."

"You care that this is the only difference, even though the other books you seized from the store are written in the language of this country. I deliberately wrote it in an exotic language so that others wouldn't know what it was even if it was read by them —— I mean, I was wondering if it said something I wanted to hide from others."

"Speaking of which, it sounds like I heard about the pharmacist's employees who Mr. Shile and the others detained yesterday, who seem to be exotic..."

Other knights peeled their eyes off at knights whining as I recall.

"What? What is this note written by that employee in the language of his country? Oh, come on, why don't you tell me that fast, you idiot! If you ask him where he's from, you might be able to decipher it!

"Wow, bad... I totally forgot it didn't matter because I was focused on another investigation when I got that report"

"You forgot! Give me back my whole night!

The noisy voices of the three knights did not come into the ears of the crust staring at the open face, however.

The crust looked familiar in this handwriting --