Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

"Maybe... in the semifinals earlier, you hurt your wrist?

No words of denial emerged from Cecily in response to Currier Verstein's inquiry that came to the modem.

"You don't want to spot it, Currier. Yeah, I think I twisted it a little bit."

Currier kneels one knee.

"Let me see."

Cecily shows her left wrist.

The swelling was confirmed.

With caution, Currier gently touched Cecily's wrist.

"What do you say?

"I don't feel so much pain"

I'll put a little more effort into it.

"What's this?

"Especially"

"Doesn't it hurt?

"Yes."

Step-by-step effort.

Then,

"Huh!?

In Cecily's eyes, the force came in.

"And then... hey, that hurts"

Loosen the force.

"Did it hurt? Sorry."

"No."

Currier to think about.

Cecily asks.

"What do you think?

"That's a subtle place. So much so that the game is absolutely impossible, it's not even heavy..."

But can I make it unscrupulous?

The stage is the final of the St. Martial Festival.

Opponent is Ira Horn.

Given Cecily's character, I don't think I would honestly accept an abstention here.

"Let's hear it, shall we? I'm willing to abstain."

"None."

Clear, cloudless instant answer.

Breathe.

It was a clear answer.

Appearance is like a girl mixed with beauty in a collection.

But there's a stubborn side to Cecily like that.

Was Crohiko's stubbornness contagious?

Or was it the original personality?

Either way, there doesn't seem to be an option to abstain.

"Ok...... first, I'll apply this medicine"

Applicants to relieve swelling and pain.

It has been in Currier's possession since we were traveling.

Apply the medicine to Cecily's wrist.

"I'll fix your left hand holding the sword with a bandage before the game. Is that all right?

"Yeah, please. And... thank you, Currier."

Cecily's expression soothed whether it was a relief to me for admitting to appear.

He still really wanted to be in the finals.

Currier listened as he applied the medicine.

"I ask you again... why are you so focused on the finals?

"To Crohiko and you, to catch up at all."

"Is that really all?

"What do you mean?

"To Ira..."

In contrast to mouthing it, Currier lit up a little.

"The... special emotions as a woman or something, nothing?

"Hehe, I mean that... I regret that they took Crohiko at this holy martial arts festival! Are you saying if you have feelings like that?

"Well... that's kind of the question, by and large"

Cecily had a cloudless smile, similar to her earlier answer.

"At first I also wondered if I would have such feelings... but somehow Isla doesn't get those feelings right..."

Currier became strangely happy and snorted.

"Hung...... I can see that feeling too"

"That kid is straight enough to be a little depressed..."

"At first, I thought the sweetness that comes from the beauty of that guy would save my life... but that's a person of the lineage that you protect while taking the initiative and supporting around you... oh and straight. That's why I want to support you around me"

"Just a little bit, sounds like crohiko, doesn't it?

He said he wouldn't get that kind of emotion, but Cecily's smile hid some seemingly complicated emotions.

I guess I still feel Crohiko far away at this holy martial arts festival.

"That hurt wrist......"

"What's wrong with this wrist?

"It's actually crohiko that I realized it might have hurt"

"Crohiko?

"He told me after the game. I'm kind of curious... I'm ashamed I didn't realize"

"Really, Crohiko..."

The feeling that seemed complicated from Cecily's expression disappeared slightly.

"So I'm watching you, too, he is."

"Hehe... you said you wouldn't support me, right?

A deep, warm light lit the jewels with no less empty eyes.

"Oh, I feel kind of invincible... to Ira, to Crohiko..."

Currier stood up.

"But in the final, you can't lose. Don't you?"

"Yep... all the best, I'm going to win"

Then Currier talked about the pseudo Polar Sky.

Because Cecily still doesn't understand who I am.

"I see," Cecily said, convinced by Currier's story.

"It's just... it doesn't seem like the array is something you can activate at your will, like Couderka's inherent technique. So it can be hard to rely on me in the finals."

"And the speed of Ira's abbreviation right now could be troublesome. No, of course the sword should be careful..."

"Neither I nor Currier understand Ira's sword habits..."

"The attack on the linear trajectory is particularly fast and beautiful. That doesn't mean you're not good at attacking curves. In a way, there's no gap."

"Most importantly, Ira has that crohiko... I didn't know crohiko was such an excellent connoisseur for observational eyes..."

Ha, and a deep sigh, Cecily.

"I'd like you to show that guess somewhere else..."

"Right."

"And I want you to demonstrate that trickery more in your relationship with us..."

"I agree."

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"Hey."

"Uhm."

Somehow, it turned into subtle air.

- He's a sinner, too.

Currier pulled the conversation back to the Holy Martial Arts Festival.

"Anyway, in the end, we just have to get out of what we've been cultivating"

"Right."

"Well, you have a wrist thing. So even if I lose, I don't care."

"I won't make excuses."

Cecily says it out vigorously.

"I couldn't win because I was hurting my wrist...... I'm not going to make that excuse hairy. Besides, Ira is the same person who's been hurt in the semifinals."

"... sorry. I think I said something I don't want."

"Heh, I know. He said he cared for me... but he should be the same."

"Same?"

"I know, I know."

staring at his left wrist, Cecily said.

"If Ira was hurting her wrist just like me... that kid should never use it as an excuse to lose"