Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The next day, Tesfir was visiting a national hospital under the military's jurisdiction - or even called a military hospital as a military service. Hospitals on the outskirts of Fallen, Industrial District, are considered to be places where relatively serious injuries are carried.

In the case of magicians, the basic treatment is to be seen by a military doctor who is equipped at the military headquarters, where the treatment is administered. Trauma is generally transported to the headquarters because it can actually be treated quite well.

Whether they are military officials or their relatives who also have a preferential right to treatment. Even in that sense, high treatment is promised to magicians responsible for the protection of the country.

If these do not apply, they will be treated by a town doctor, but they will never be inferior in technology. It was also possible to collect healing magicians from the country for the Ningro emergency.

I don't usually go to the National Hospital first. Because from Beliza to Fallen, where the college is located, you don't have to stop at a hospital located in the middle if you don't need it.

In a health care provider where the building was divided by subdivided areas, Tesfir was dressed in clear clothing and sounding quiet footsteps in the hallway with slightly higher heeled shoes.

In its hands were bouquets of flowers, white, pure white.

It wasn't anyone who instructed her to go here, it was her decision. There is no tremor coming from fear, as then, the hand holding the bouquet of flowers is firmly supported by both hands. Whoever asked me to do this won't be the driving force behind Tesfir's visit here - it won't be a reason. She is here because she feels she needs to be.

I have no more feelings for him. It's just the same thing that I was a sick person no matter what guy I was, and a while ago that I saw so many deaths close to me.

That's why I know the kind of nothingness that makes my head and mind diverge. She goes to help the Favels get in shape and for simple condolences. Regardless, it was also to distinguish Tesfir from his predecessors, both on the surface and in his heart. I felt the need to see him again as a jerk who abandoned his weak self some time ago.

Tesfir stopped his leg in the hospital room with the number I heard earlier at the reception. The lady at the reception didn't look very good, but she seemed to have to break in front of the three great nobles. Maybe he was turning his hands around beforehand.

It seemed like a whole room, just a noble family name, had been swallowed up for his treatment.

Tesfir ignores the [Visiting Apologies] plate as well and hands on the door. but I heard people inside and reluctantly tried to wait for a little while for my ancestors. But now Tesfir slipped a half-step as she fluttered into unfamiliar shoes at the very voice of greeting to exit.

Then there are two men in military uniform from inside.

One is Alpha's military uniform. And the other...

- of Luther Luca......

The man makes a suspicious look when he sees Tesfir, but the two and Tesfir only exchanged light interpretations due to the ear slapping by an Alpha military man.

Now she has become the Tesfir of the Favel family, not as an individual.

I guess that means he knew the Favel family's name, too.

The reason why military officials visit this ward... is probably because this fire is more likely to be an incident than an accident. But then I don't know why a Lusarca soldier would accompany me.

I had a bad feeling about the fire that broke out shortly afterwards, only in Tempram, where Ars was involved. However, Tesfir once fastens into a corner of his head and steps inside. Because even if I think about it, only ominous things just pass and I understand how little I can do.

Still, I guess it's because it still has something to do with Ars that I can't wipe out completely.

Behind the outside - behind the window that allowed the lighting to pour indoors, a cloud of shapes flowed, fixing his gaze on the blue sky peeking into the gap was a look that didn't make him feel so lively as he could see. After you know the size of what you've lost but seem to be coal-fired instead of just getting it done?

Aile, whose face is only turned to the side in a bed that rises to an angle where he can bend his hips, is bandaged to everything but his face. Spicy, rotten marks of fingertips peek through the gaps in the wrapped bandages. It would be in the middle of treatment. The color seemed to be on the way to recovery. Again, burn types leave no trace if it takes time to heal naturally.

Without turning his face, Isle shifts his gaze only here. Its vain gaze does not seem to contain as much emotion as it can be called gaze.

"Who... what are you doing here"

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A dead throat uttered a voice that wouldn't even include anger. I guess he doesn't have anything to gush up right now, whether it's an apology for the visit or not.

But that also mixes a little self-derision in his voice when he finds out the other person is a tesphere.

"You're here to laugh... then you're satisfied. I lost everything."

In silence, Tesfir walks inside the hospital room, to the side. There was nothing to say to him that cut him weak, and I didn't intend to prepare him.

Just to the dead, only words of mourning and grief come in now. Is the unique smell of the hospital room unfamiliar making it so?

Open a bouquet of flowers and put them in a vase. It seemed that no one had come here to pay a visit yet. A hospital room with too little stuff, albeit sick people. Looks like the path he took tells the story of this hospital room.

Isle glanced irritated and kicked at Tesphere, who watered the vase silently. That cuts the weir as if it had accumulated to this moment.

"I was an idiot...... that bump killed everyone. It's like I killed him!!

"Yes, I lost a spare man."

Tesfir, expressing condolences, said pale. Because at least what he's saying is right.

But.

"You can do as much as you want to blame yourself. If you really think that makes us all float a little, you can do that. Is Mr. Silsilla...?

"I'm a stupid squire. I can't believe you gave your whole life to help me. It was a wasted life."

Ir, who laughed so hard, said as if to mock him.

"Tell me when you need any help. The Favels lend a hand"

"Don't be ridiculous, you mean sympathy!!

"Yeah, I'm sympathetic. Not you, Mr. Silsilla."

"... ugh! Why does Silsila think I'm... ridiculous..."

Shortly afterwards, Tesfir drew Ir's chest as far as she could as the bed clasped. The expression trembling in anger makes the words of the settlement spit out.

"I really don't know!! I don't even care about you and let you get away with it!! I really don't know..."

Tears also appear in the eyes of Tesfir. She knows that this is just an exchange over words. Still, it was the limit of patience for him to pretend not to notice, not even on words alone.

Because Isle was crying the whole time he cursed.

Whether the medical device fitted indoors came off, the sound that was carving a constant rhythm changed, causing the monotonous sound to squeal vaguely indoors.

"Which one are you kidding..."

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A weakly let go hand. The chest of the patient's clothes is tightly wrinkled to show the force involved.

Eyre, staring sharply, was just spitting "... Sil, Sila".

Tears convey potatoes and cheeks and wet sheets.

Only she was different. That's the first time I've figured it out since I lost it. Only she always thought of herself with all her heart. Isle himself, I thought, was trying to keep her from being unscrupulous.

The bumps I've made have turned into too much regret to come down to. How could you do this... I don't even have time to think about it.

It was too late for him to realize it was important. She was always trying to make me realize. I've drawn a line with my squire and pretended not to see it.

Why didn't I put all my efforts into letting her get away when I was wrapped up in that fire then? Why have you allowed her to help herself?

He mourned me with regret for such an understanding.

Because that's what Isle has been dealing with. Because I've put a lid on my emotions. That's why my chest starts hurting now.

Tesfir swallowed what she most wanted to hear as she tried to leave Isle leaking her whimper and shaking her shoulders.

That was accidentally squealed. Never a word to come from resentment would be the body he understood himself to be the stupidest.

"He broke everything... my father, my servant..."

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Ten men who burned down the mansion, murdered without a single squire, and killed our Lord Morotheon. Isle has never resented his incompetence so much. I wasn't talking about being out of hand. From the beginning, his purpose was to fight and kill a strong magician, whose purpose had been worn on the path Aile was striving for. That's why he was serving.

But there was a change in goals in the Isle due to his defeat in Tempram. Orneus, who sensed it, cut it off early. No, maybe he got tired of hanging out.

The same thing was asked of the military man I visited earlier, but now that I speak again, I don't even see why he didn't kill himself. That would be about it if I were to spit out a grudge. How could I be with Silsila?

You don't have to do anything about what to go for in a world without her, as long as she's there... the routine flashes back into his brain - he found out that the common sight is finite. That the view unrelated to gold and power is more valuable than anything else.

Himself hearing Silsilla laugh bitterly about her high theory about tea. Still, some hospitable air seems loving now... and that's more painful than anything else.

In the end, I finally realized that the ideals I had listed as goals, etc. were established with her. Isle's imaginary fantasies should never have been alone.

Stopped once, but Tesfir leaves the hospital room without speaking up. Looking back at the slight gaps in the door closing, his face looked really human rather than a fake look on the mask as before.

I guess it would have been better if the motivation to change hadn't been for this.

When I close the door behind my back, I exhale a deep sigh. It has become more emotional, but now that I think about it, I don't have the attitude to make it a heartbreaking opponent.

That's why I uttered word of confirmation as soon as I started walking.

"Are you sure?

"Thank you. I know I'm not your in-laws who can ask you to do this, but I appreciate you taking it on."

A woman with a severely weakened face on a wheelchair. But the look wasn't as weak or cut off as the injury.

The painful appearance even from above the examination clothes.

One sleeve didn't go through anything. Despite the absence of an arm that was supposed to be, the woman smiled furiously with a sense of happiness on her cheek.

It's a wheelchair that uses magic as a source of power, Tesfir offered.

"Shall I push it?

"Best wishes. I was just hoping to free up some more time."

"That's all you think about. He doesn't have a body."

".................. Yes. This one case is also my immorality. You can't let him carry it alone. But it needs to change. Me and him..."

It should be a smooth wheel movement that doesn't make me feel weighty, but I felt only heavy for the words in the tesphere.

It's too heavy a price.

He seems to be telling us that the cause of this has been his environment, as well as herself, even hammering.

It was a heavy word.

The Oomruina family will not be on the surface stage anymore. Still determined that as long as his life lasted, he couldn't stay like this, that action is this.

It's ironic, I can't believe I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't died, no, I guess I just should have noticed.

Because it's always after I've lost it that I realize what I thought was important is really important.

Tesfir was just a little pitiful of her and just a little envious. So I felt like we could get along somewhere.

"You may be careless to say this,"

"Yes?"

"Actually, I found some very good herbs, and I've always wanted to try to brew them, but I haven't had the chance to... Dear Tesfir, could you hang out a bit?

"Mr. Silsilla... you're sick, aren't you?

"Yes......"

Her expression on her face was sunny, while there must have been some concern. Maybe he used it as a cover to distract it.

So the tesphere responded with a grudge.