Ring Ring

Though not yet in book condition, Shiori's fever had drawn off and had recovered to such an extent that she had no problem getting out of bed. You can also return to your appetite and eat meals prepared by Crust and Syllabus.

But she fell asleep for about three days, so her body became dull. When I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, I couldn't help myself to my feet.

"Wow..."

"Dangerous"

I can support the crust that was on my side.

The heart of the poetry weave bounced big once on his tight body. My cheeks get hot.

"Oh, sorry."

"No..."

Apologize in Japanese and hastily distance yourself from the crust.

Crust gave a bewildered look at the way he avoided it, but Shiori couldn't notice because she was so shy she turned away from him.

The crust in front of you is real. It's not the illusion that the high fever showed. Now that the fever's down, I can see that.

And Shiori remembered what she was doing while she was asleep. I called the name of the crust over and over and asked him to hold my hand ——

Shiori covered her face with both hands and wanted to crouch. What were you doing, yourself!

Glad to see you again with Crust. The more I seem to be able to fly away like this, the more my mind stands. I still can't properly see him next door.

But as much as that, I was afraid to talk to Crust.

After three years he remembered about Shiori, and whether he was trying to give me back my gratitude in Japan, he devoted himself to seeing me. I haven't looked depressed so far, so I was first of all horrified there......

But when would the subject of engagement be brought up, Shiori was freaking out.

If they report their engagement to the princess with a mellow smile...... if they hear directly from Crust's mouth how they feel about her etc......

That's too tight for this sick person. I might fall asleep again.

"Shiori, are you okay?

Crust says in fluent Japanese. It was also a pleasure that he had not yet forgotten Japanese.

He gently put his hand on his shoulder, and Shiori shrugged his neck.

"That's right, that's okay! Because I can walk alone!

Step back as you speak strangely loud. Crust's hands naturally separated.

(Oh, dangerous... any further contact with the crust is dangerous)

If I was touching his kindness, I'd feel more and more. I had no choice but to make you feel for someone you have a fiancée.

I have to give up on Crust.

If I get over this broken heart, I want to be friends with Crust.

But I can't right now. It's just painful to be near.

(I don't want to come into contact with the crust as much as possible)

There's nothing harder than being nice to someone with a broken heart.

"Crust, I'm all right now, so you can go back to work, okay? Thanks for keeping me on your side all the time. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"I don't think it's annoying"

Crust looked a little angry.

Shiori unexpectedly shudders.

"Sorry......"

"You don't have to apologize"

Crust followed in a hurry. A subtle silence ensues between the two.

A crust called out to the poetic weave that turned downwards. You look spicy somewhere.

"Are you still mad at me?

"... Huh?

Shiori looked up and saw the crust. Isn't it him who's angry?

A crust adds words to a confused poetic weave.

"That Garrell has summoned you to this world. And that I hadn't noticed for two months. I had a hard time protecting Shiori."

As if the sword were being protruded into his heart, Crust ate his teeth off.

"It is natural for Shiori to be angry. I can't forgive myself. I was always helped by Shiori in Japan..."

When he could see that the crust was blaming himself, Shiori hurried and shook his head to the side. If I was eating my teeth so hard, I'd be worried my back teeth would shatter.

"No, I'm not angry. I just got an apology for that, and that's enough, really."

It was a heartfelt apology that was first given to Crast and the red-haired mage Garrell when the fever of poetry and consciousness came down. The crust and others seemed to get grounded, so it was hard to stop them.

"I didn't mean to offend Mr. Garrell either... he just tried to make me see Crust for a long time, didn't he? Neither of us has to feel responsible. Enough with the cold. Besides, the crust told Mr. Shire that I could have moved from that holding cell to this warm hospital room, right? Thank you."

Don't thank me.

"Then stop blaming yourself, too, Crust."

Laughing like trouble, Crust nodded reluctantly, "Okay."

But perhaps Klust will never forgive himself in his heart for the rest of this time. That's what he is. That's why I like it.

"But then why..."

Hearing a sad crust of whining, Shiori returned her gaze to him. He looks kind of sad, like he's going to cry out now.

"Why are you avoiding me? No way...... no, I was prepared for that possibility... are you even a lover in Japan? But Shiori doesn't seem to really want to fall in love with Japan... You would have turned down Garrell's offer to be able to return to Japan?

Keeping his story to himself, Crust seemed to want Shiori to deny the possibility. A gaze like a plea pierces the poetry weave.

"I don't have a lover..."

Shiori said small. I couldn't forget about the crust, and I couldn't even try to make it.

"There hasn't been one in the last three years. Besides, I didn't completely decline Mr. Garrell's offer... and when this one clears up and my charges are cleared, I'm temporarily going back. There's something I have to do to explain to my parents, cancel my apartment."

I wanted a little more time to decide whether to live in Japan or stay in this world.

I like the air in this world, and I like the peace of mind, the warmth, and above all the work of the city people. So there wasn't much desire to go back to Japan, but I came here and got lost.

The cause, of course, is crust.

Face-to-face with him is hard. Going forward, I think I'm going to see him and the princess happy again and again, or hear rumors, and my stomach is going to twist.

Considering that, I wonder if it would be easier to go back to Japan and refuse any contact with the crust. That might blow your mind faster.

Is it happier to be in the same world and live under the same sky if even the person you love loves who you know will never come to fruition?

Or is it happier to live in a completely different world without feeling the presence of that person?

When Shiori was hurting her chest thinking about that, the crust also stuffed her into Shiori with a spicy face on her face again to spare her time.

"If so...! Did you even do the guy you like here in the last two months? Where is he? Who is he? That's better than me--"

"Oh, were you at the training ground?

A third party voice broke in, and both Poetry Weaving and Crust turned their consciousness to you haha.

It was Garrell who came into the hospital room. Still bright red, flashy, and then somewhere gracefully dressed.

He was here initially with Crust when Shiori woke up, explaining and apologizing for the situation, but then Shiori fell back into another short sleep and was invisible when he woke up.

"Hey, hey! I wonder if you're feeling better now, Siori! You're getting better looking!

When Garrell raised his voice softly at his usual rate,

"... GreatMage Garrell, I'm sorry, but can you keep your voice down a little in the hospital room? She's not in the mood yet either."

Calm attention flew from the infirmary next to the hospital room. I couldn't see him from the position of Shiori, but this voice is a syllabus.

He seems to be on the allowance of an injured knight over there, occasionally a young man "hurts......!" I hear a short scream.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Syllabus.

Garrell easily replied to the syllabus, which was much older than he was if it only looked like him.

That's how I say it with a little whisper.

"Sa, siori. If you can walk now, you should come to my room. 'Cause it's so much more comfortable sleeping than the crude bed here."

"Oh, no... I don't need to be asleep anymore, and I'm going to move too far on my own, Mr. Shale will piss me off"

Krust is a poetic weave I was speaking in Japanese, but I replied to Garrell in this language. With a sick, dull head, it takes a little while to spin words.

Garrell laughs and says. A smile of purity somewhere.

"Shile can't keep you any longer. Cioli's innocence has been proven! You're free!

"The great mage Garrell, in the hospital room..."

When Garrell accidentally raised his voice, he heard a second novel from the next room.

Shiori shines her eyes on the lovely word 'freedom'.

"Freedom, really? Did you finish analyzing what was in the store?

"Oh, I've checked everything out. And as a result, nothing suspicious came out."

It was Shile who came into the infirmary from behind Garrell who replied to a poetic weave with such a tone as still incredible.

As usual, he's a little proud of his chest. He glimpsed the crust behind the poetry weave and then shifted his gaze again to the poetry weave in front of him. A great attitude lurks a little.

"Siori, you were innocent.... I'm sorry, I was the first to imitate it."

I'm still not used to being humbled by Shile. Is it because my first impression is too bad?

Behind his back, Crust said, "A handful of absurd imitations?" He had a voice crawling through the earth, "but Shiori accepted Shile's apology. If you apologize honestly, I have to forgive you. I guess they were at work, too.

And now I have no anger for Shire. Though he didn't let me out of the detention room, because he was totally on the side of poetry weave from the way in.

"So, Roche..."

When I realized and asked Shile,

"His innocence was also proven"

That's what they gave me back with a disgruntled face. As always, he doesn't really like Roche.

"It's true that nothing came out of the store seizure, but most importantly, the samurai changed her statement."

"Did you change your statement?

When Shiori asks, Shile nods.

"That's right. I kept my mouth shut even when the queen persuaded me, but she finally felt like telling the truth after crying and being sued to tell the truth by someone she loved. He said he didn't buy the poison from Roche Gould."

"Then what about the real killer who sold the drugs?

"I haven't been caught yet, but I have an idea. When I showed Roche Ghoul the poison, I knew it was the only herb I could pick in one part of my neighborhood.... I hate to admit it, but only his knowledge is real. If it stays raw, it becomes a medicine, but it seems to be a special herb that is toxic when it is dried. They say it can still be used as an abortion drug in local villages."

I'm sure that's all what Roche told me. Shile explains it reluctantly.

"So, it turns out that the real killer, but the youngest son she was close to when the samurai was still a junior nobleman, was from that village. Witness testimony that the masculine figure and the samurai had recently been in close contact in the city and rumors that they used to be in love"

"That means the ex-boyfriend was cooperating with the samurai. I guess he picked the poisonous herb from his hometown. And the samurai were sheltering him."

As the crust pinched his mouth, Shile replied as he became even more grumpy.

"That's right. However, the samurai has yet to acknowledge the cooperation of her youngest son. I don't care how much the queen persuades me."

Shiori raised her voice after listening to the story.

"Then where is Roche now--"

"I'd be here."

Through the door of the hospital room, Roche slowly appeared. She seemed better than Shiori, but I still get the impression that she was a little naughty.

"Roche!"

As he gladly ran over, Roche grinned.

"Oh, how are you? You said you had a fever?

I can stroke my head as gently as I've ever been.

Not even knowing the crust was frozen behind him, Shiori looked up to Roche worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. Is Roche okay? When did you get out?

"While you're asleep."

So Roche cuts the words and says sorry after putting them between.

"... I'm sorry. Get involved with you. Have you lost a little weight?

Shiori rounded her eyes to an unexpected apology. I can't believe that Roche apologizes, on the contrary, it scares me.

Or they just apologize today. Garrell on the crust, even Roche on the shale.

Said Shiori, slightly upset by Roche, who cares about this one.

"Why would you apologize, Roche? Roche had nothing to do with it."

"But it's not completely irrelevant."

Shile snorted hun and stared at Roche. In contrast, Roche looks bitter. It was always a rare attitude for him to afford.

"What do you mean?

To Shiori's doubts, Roche began to explain things like reluctantly.

Roche, who apparently met with the samurai after the charges cleared, said he recognized her somewhere on that face. But aside from the name, he couldn't even remember where he saw it, and a samurai in the back of the iron plaid said with cold eyes and pale explanations.

'You won't remember, but I remember you well. I was in the mansion of a certain great merchant until I could reach out to the merciful queen. He's inferior to animals, less human than the inferior species. I have seen you face to face in that mansion several times. You were just selling drugs to men at work, and you didn't do anything directly to me. But I didn't like you. So I was going to ask you to sin in this case.'

Hearing that far, Roche said she finally realized who the samurai was.

"That woman was the” mistress ”of the back customer I was close to until a few years ago. At least that's what I recognized back then."

She said she was always faceless and carelessly leaned on the big merchant, and Roche said she had never even exchanged words directly.

And he was always dressed in a luxury dress, his hair was done, and he seemed to be treated with care. The merchant's personality also seemed serious and warm, and he was surprised at first that he had bought ecstasy and vigor.

But according to Shile's supplement, she was under that merchant, and she was in very tragic sight. That was a nasty act to say, so much so that Shile had to choose less irritating words when explaining to Shiori. The samurai were forced, as they did every day, to do the same thing that trampled on the dignity of women.

The samurai said to Roche.

'When you came, that night was hell. I, too, resented my own body for its unsolicited reaction to the effects of the medicine. You are a really good pharmacist. But that's why I hated you.'

Roche said as if he was disgusted.

"That would sound like an excuse, but I didn't know that woman was in such a terrible spot. No matter how much more men ask for medication, if a woman seems to hate it, she just won't sell it. No matter how much money they pile up...... Due to the nature of the drug, I was going to pay attention to the guy who abused it, but it was sweet."

Tired tone. Maybe Roche was shocked, too. Something terrible happened to a human being with his own medicine. Not everyone, with each other's consent, uses medicine to deepen their love with their compassionate counterparts.

"But you're still better off because you're just about to be dressed in wet clothes"

Shile looks at Roche and pinches his mouth. And he explained by shifting his gaze to the poetic weave with the expression of doubt.

"Actually, the big businessman was murdered about a year ago. The body seems terrible, and the investigation has been going on for a long time, but today the samurai admitted that she had killed it. Perhaps your ex-subordinate cooperated with your crime. With the power of one woman, you can't put a grown man's body in that terrible situation. I sympathize with her condition, but what she did is unforgivable."

Poetry weave snorts, too, listening to the calm Shail's voice. She is being helped once by the Queen, as some end her life without salvation. Couldn't I change my life there somehow?

Nevertheless, if you see yourself the same way as her, the feeling of resenting the other person may not go away easily.

Shiori kind of lost it.

"Roche......"

I know what you're trying to say.

Roche controls the poetry weave he tries to talk about.

"But if you do that, your salary will be less than half what it's been. Well, so am I."

The Shires have a face that doesn't make sense, but Poetry Weave snorted firmly.

"I'm fine. I'll figure out the money if I work hard from now on. —— Business in the back, let's not do this anymore. It's not illegal, but if you have an example like a samurai, I don't want to make ecstasy anymore. Perhaps I can sell it to someone who really needs it."

Roche shut up, so Crust's "ecstasy? energizer?" The surprise sounded loud when he did it to the hospital room.

Shiori continues.

"Roche, you just said you understood what I was trying to say. I mean, Roche was thinking the same thing. Right?"

I remember when it was, when Roche talked to me pompous about his birth. Apparently Roche grew up in a poor village, where he couldn't buy one medicine satisfactorily when the sick came out? For those who are poor, they cannot afford medicine.

Roche didn't talk to me any more, but I thought that past made him a pharmacist. The customer in the back was almost excited about this, but the medicine on the table was priced a little too cheap for its quality.

I think Shiori should quit the back business completely and go back to his beginnings and take it seriously.

"It's okay! Because Roche's medicine, the quality is great, and it works great. If you advertise it, it's bound to be busy."

Shiori said confidently. His arm is certain. And I can't imagine from its appearance that I'm serious about drugs, and I'm also diligent. The amount of knowledge is unbeatable by the pharmacists there.

"The store, it's in a hard spot to find, so I'll hand it out to Billa. And let me put up a guide sign on the boulevard. Once you take your medication, everyone will be a regular."

While I was saying it, I felt somewhat motivated.

We have a goal to live in this world —— to make the Roche store more prosperous than it is today.

"Good luck! Hey!"

Revitalize Roche with a bounced voice.

"You're saving your life for a while," Roche muttered, laughing like an adult, after rubbing around Shiori's head silently.