Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

The first thing that bothered me was still about Mr. Cecily.

She remains idle.

I'm even suspicious if the hustle and bustle around me is in my ears.

I walked over to her and fell to my knees.

"Mr. Cecily... are you okay?

"Ahh."

Mr. Cecily looks up like he's been bounced.

"Ah... Huh? Crohiko? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Wow, I'm fine, so... heh, heh."

…………

I haven't been able to make a good look.

It feels like we're losing sight of where we're supposed to land.

The edge of the mouth, which is supposed to smile, is cramped and has an even worse look.

My eyes were shaking too.

"Oh, that man, he's gone, so I..."

My voice is shaking, too.

I may not know what I'm talking about myself.

"Oh, I've embarrassed you, and, uh, so - Ugh"

As soon as possible.

Mr. Cecily even opened his mouth as if he had nauseated.

Tears begin to build up in her eyes as she drifted away from her face and opened her eyes.

"Ugh... uhh..."

"Cecily,...?

Then as she meditated her eyes, she shook her head to the left and right.

It's as if you don't want to see or hear anything anymore.

"Ah, ooh... ooh"

…………

This is...

I pulled in my squeezed hand and stood up.

"... ok. Just rest now without saying anything. Because it's okay now. The man has left. Mr. Hilgis."

Look at Mr. Hilgis, who gently held Mr. Cecily.

She nods at me.

I snort back, too.

You should leave Mr. Cecily to Mr. Hilgis now.

It would just confuse Mr. Cecily no matter what he says at the moment.

Sometimes I want anyone to leave me alone.

Sometimes I don't want to be talked to.

Positions and everything are different, but I had that experience, too.

Sometimes I'm grateful to be worried, but sometimes I find it hard the other way around.

Seems to be poking my weakness even further.

…………

Perhaps it would be odd for me to think about this.

Anyway.

Whatever happens, I'm on Mr. Cecily's side, Hibigami.

"Master Cecily will continue to take us back to the mansion. So cancel lunch at the Mansion today. I'm sorry."

"Okay. Mr. Cecily, please."

"Yes. crohiko"

Mr. Hilgis whispered as he lent his shoulder to Mr. Cecily.

"Today...... thank you for helping Master Cecily"

Mr. Hilgis flies his gaze behind my back.

"And Currier."

"Hmm? Oh... I appreciate the sentiment but you don't need to thank me or anything. That matchmaking idiot said he attacked without knowing, but indirectly it's like it's my fault. I'd rather apologize. And..."

Mr. Currier gives you the holy sword of Mr. Cecily that you have picked up.

"This"

Mr. Banton, who moved Mr. Sieg, who was losing his mind, to the carriage seat, received the sword instead.

Mr. Currier looks in the carriage out the door.

"Is Siege Belt Safe"

"Yes, you're safe. Um... Are you a friend of Master Cecily's?

Yes, Mr. Banton asked. Mr. Currier roared lost, then

"You're not close or far away. There was a slightly more intrusive circumstance when it came to friends."

"Is that so"

"Regards about Cecily. I don't hate Cecily."

Mr. Banton's eyes loose when he tells Mr. Currier to look bright.

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Hilgis managed to finish getting Mr. Cecily in the carriage, an unpleasant foothold.

Mr. Cecily remains staring into the void with his lost life eyes.

Even while he was being transported to the carriage, his figure was like a puppet with a broken thread.

Mr. Hilgis faces out of the area where the door was.

"Then Crohiko, Currier, when you settle down again"

Me and Mr. Currier nodded.

Mr. Banton whips and the carriage moves out.

and where I can no longer see that carriage,

"Ready?

One of the Eight Swords of the Sacred Tree - an old man - apparently foresaw the opportunity to speak.

"Huh? Yes."

"My name is David Hamonis. I'm embarrassed to name him after that man told me that, but once it's the mon of the Eight Swords of the Holy Tree. Can I ask your names?

Sagara Krohiko.

"What about that beautiful lady over there?

"... it's Currier"

"Currier to Sagara Crohiko? Both of you... may I ask you to accompany me to the headquarters of the Knights of the Holy Tree? I have a lot to ask you."

Me and Mr. Currier face each other.

Well.

What is wrong with it?

I mean, I guess he's going to ask about Hibigami, and even about Hibigami, who named him a native of the Sixth House, and Mr. Currier, who seems to have a pattern of old knowledge.

Plus they might ask me a lot about my curse ban.

I don't care what we think, we're a party to this series of events...

Turn your consciousness around again.

The guards and the audience are all wondering how they should chew the sight that was just played out in front of them.

Hmm.

Anyway, given the general reputation of the Sixth Chamber, I'd like to keep Mr Currier alone away from any hassle...

At that time.

One carriage approached.

It comes this way through the path that nature and the crowd have avoided and made.

It's a carriage that came from the opposite direction of Mr. Cecily's departure.

Of course the door isn't broken either.

The stopped carriage door opens.

And, as one girl held down her fluffy, swollen skirt with her hand, she jumped.

Tan, and land.

The look on Mr. Davido's face confirming the girl turned to a surprise face.

"Dear Makina...?

"Oh, it's been a while, Davido. Has your back healed?

"My hips are fully healed... but why are you here?

"Why? You've decided that, haven't you? I'm here to 'protect' a student from my school who happened to be attacked by the culprit of a heinous murder. Well, as a schoolkeeper, I take it for granted, is there something wrong?

"Yes, but it is."

Mr. Makina, with his hands on his hips, raises his jaw and breaks his mouth as he seeps through majesty.

"Don't worry. I'm not refusing to hear anything from the Knights. But think about it. They're just one student, I'm sure they'll remember the load mentally. So at least you can give him some time to calm down today, right? From what I've seen, apparently there's no sign of the killer."

After Mr. Davido glanced at us, he exhaled deeply.

"Hmmm... Anyway, that's not what you're supposed to say to me. Especially from the Knights of the Sacred Tree."

"So you can take me?

"Yes."

"Ugh, thanks Davido. I'm glad you're here."

"But the two of them will let you know what's going on later, okay?

"Yes, of course. There's no reason to refuse."

"That's why. We're pulling up today, both of you."

Two of the other Sacred Tree Eight Swords said so return to the horse with a seemingly complicated face.

And I left with Mr. Davido.

"Okay, let's go, shall we? Get in."

Mr. Makina, who dropped off the Eight Swords of the Sacred Tree, turned to us and showed the carriage by hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Makina."

"I'm sorry I'm late for arriving this way. There's a lot of people who say it's dangerous to go and stop."

"Was the noise transmitted to the school?

"Ma, we're on the move around there. What's the matter, Currier?

"... n"

Even if Mr. Machina encourages him, Mr. Currier doesn't try to move off the spot with an indescribable face.

"Well... I was wondering if I could go back to school. In earlier battles, it would have come to the knowledge of many that I am from the Sixth House. I may have done it by now, but I don't think they've seen that fight. That must have proved it above all else."

"There seems to have been such rumors before, but are you really from the Sixth House?

It happened for a little while.

Mr. Currier let down his breath as if he had given up.

"Oh."

"Hmm, yeah. Well, get in."

Where I nearly opened my mouth, Mr. Machina invited Mr. Currier.

Mr. Currier makes a bewildering reaction.

"So I'm going back to school because..."

Mr. Makina smiles badly.

"Okay? Making settings is my specialty, right?

"But you are."

"And I saw 'that battle' and them too... although they don't seem to care much about the Sixth House?

Mr. Makina sees the audience that still has a cool number.

I heard these words from them when they finally started opening their mouths.

"But that boy, he's pretty good at it. Sacred Tree Eight Swords said that the man with the mustache was the killer of the example, right?

"So you're saying that boy saved Master Cecily? He said something about a curse."

"Speaking of doing it, you know, it's you. What the hell is that? Is that the goddess?

"But he seemed to know a murderer named the Sixth House, didn't he? I don't know what it is."

"Fool. You know what I'm talking about. You're a good boy to be fighting that evil murderer."

"You're too simple. You're just putting your shoulder in because you're just beautiful, aren't you?

"Ugh!

"I didn't even feel like defying the Holy Tree Eight Swords though...... why don't we just leave the rest to the Knights of the Holy Tree?

"Right. We have the pride of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, the" Black Sacred Tree Man "Sochute and Dearless. I don't see the Sixth House."

…………

Not surprisingly enough to worry?

"Oh Dear Dearless! You can smile at me for once!

"You! Dearless doesn't belong to anyone! Give me a hand!

"Kee, what the hell is that! What are you," I'm the only one who knows about Dearless "?

"Oh, I'm a sought-after."

"Ji, actually, me too..."

"Huh!? Are you a middle-aged hobby?

"Oh, do I say that? The line you can't cross, you're gonna cross it?

"Conflict"

"Conflict"

I felt some things were going wrong along the way, but so far I'm a little relieved that there doesn't seem to be any flow for Mr. Currier to be persecuted.

"Of course, for better or worse, wind direction is something that changes quickly - good."

Mr. Makina gets into the carriage with a big strand of legs.

Angularly, my skirt was supposed to suck so bad.

But I said, 'Shall I hold you up?' I don't know, I feel like I'd be pissed off if I offered...

"What are you looking so hard at? Come on."

Mr. Makina offers his hand.

I took her hand (I don't even think I needed to) and got in the carriage.

And when Mr. Currier got in, the carriage moved out.

"Um, school director"

The first person to open his mouth was Mr. Currier.

"What could it be?

"I mean the horse I borrowed... uh, well, he ran away and went somewhere. Sorry."

"Oh, for example... Fine, I'll let you look this way"

Speaking of which,

"What's wrong with that horse?

And I ask.

"There would be a stable a little east of the main entrance, wouldn't there? There's a carriage."

"Uh, I think there was"

"I borrowed it from there... it's like I've been stealing it"

Mr. Makina saw Mr. Currier sitting next to him on the side.

"You borrowed my name, didn't you?

"Shh, sorry. I heard it sounded like Cecily Arklite was being attacked, reflexively."

"So that's fine. Never mind. It was a good decision because I couldn't rush it."

"It's a little easier if you say so."

Hmm.

I think the distance between these two is kind of shrinking, too.

"Oh, the guards are here to let us know about the killer. Don't go to the city because it's dangerous."

"I see."

"So, can you tell me about what happened to you guys?

"Okay. Well, let's just start with me."

I explained a series of events that happened today, making my own choices about the information.

By the time I finished explaining, the school was already approaching.

Mr. Makina puts her hand on his forehead after hearing it.

There was a grin on his mouth, but he clearly doesn't seem to be in a pleasant mood.

"Hmm, I see, hey. I can only get into the big picture."

"Um, was something wrong?

"Right. For now, I'm sure I'll have to turn around again on each side."

"Huh?"

"The Forbidden - I mean, you're passed down to the Holy King's house, right?

The Holy King's family means... the royalty of this country?

"You unveiled the curse in your art class, didn't you? After that, there were gifts for you and people who offered to see you."

"Huh? Really?

"I guess they also want to think about your future and make connections. It's just that I keep pushing everything."

They were still moving a lot of things out of my knowledge.

I think she's amazing at what she says about exposing that struggle to no face or attitude at all.

"Do you still think for Crohiko?

Mr. Currier pinching his mouth there.

"As it were, don't think it would do him any good to get too noisy around him. Fortunately, I have a good face for the Holy King's family, and I can do other things for your convenience."

Surely the opponent pulled back slightly even in his earlier exchange with the Eight Swords of the Holy Tree...

School director, he still sounds amazing.

And Mr. Makina even had her head melancholy.

"Just well... when it gets so public, hey. It might be a bit of a hassle. Uh, it's annoying."

Mr. Machina exhales loudly with his sloppy legs spread.

"Hey, Mr. Makina! It can't be!

The school director narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

"Whose fault is it that I'm like this?

"Shh, excuse me..."

Phew, and Mr. Makina leaks his exhale.

"Well, praise me."

"To?"

"Here."

I come up with myself all the time.

"Stroke your head."

"What?"

"And praise me for my hard work"

"Ya, the -"

"Quickly."

Wouldn't a woman hate to be touched by her hair?

But I don't even think I fit in with handsome people... okay?

"Ha-ya-ya-ku"

Scared!

I'm scared of my eyes!

That's when he said, "Oh, shit."

Whether the carriage that was up the school ramp hit a pavement stone or something - I jumped.

"Yikes!?

The school director who was riding himself out broke the balance and jumped towards me.

but take it somehow.

"Are you all right?

"... thanks for your help"

The dean of the school who makes his mouth squeal with sorrow.

Then I closed my eyes and lowered my face slightly.

"But it's not over, is it? Come on, praise me."

"... ha"

Why not?

"but thank the school director"

"Nice."

The school director pulls himself back satisfied and returns to his seat.

Not only are you unexpectedly tall or physically fit, but this is the reason why places like this are received as childish...?

Even if I think so, I can put it in my mouth.

Because I'm afraid to step on the tiger's tail.

Well, if the school director is satisfied, that's fine......

…………

Ha!

Mr. Currier!?

What is that face!?

What about that face as if you have lost any emotion!?

Noodles!?

"And Currier."

"Mm?"

and the school director turned himself over to Mr. Currier.

"Give me a compliment"

"Wow, am I gonna stroke it?

Mr. Currier shows confusion as soon as possible.

"Quickly."

"Mmm."

Currier strokes around the back of the school director's head in a clumsy way.

It feels horrible.

You suck.

"Ugh."

"Fair enough. I had a feeling about it. Good."

Correct your residence while Mr. Makina gets his skirt done.

Hey, what was the current flow...

The school director. Oh, look. It's actually very stressful... or something?

That's when the carriage arrived just in front of the main entrance to the school.

"Well, I'll tell you about your future policy. First Crohiko goes home and stands by."

"Can I go to school normally tomorrow?

"Go to school normally. It's a well-known fact that he's a curse man anyway. Instead, you might treat him like a hero for defeating a murderer, right?

Mr. Makina is turning a pranky grin.

…………

Well, I didn't knock him down.

"Should Currier Verstein go to an op meeting with me in the dean's office? I have a lot to ask you, including about Miss Cecily. I'm not gonna do anything wrong. Don't worry there. I'll do everything I can to make sure you stay natural in school."

"... ok"

After making sure again that there were no injuries such as this, I broke up with them.

Mr. Machina told me to get some rest today, too, and let's just say I'm already going home and resting today.

No miraculously scratchy wounds were sustained, but fatigue was less than half.

So, honestly, I'd like to lie down in bed as soon as possible.

…………

I knew I cared about Mr. Cecily.

Will she come to school tomorrow?

If he doesn't come... shall we go check on him?

I don't know if I'll see you.

After a day, you'll be a little calm...

With that in mind, I headed home with the Demon Eater in my hand.

"Are you safe, Master Krohiko!?

Mia, who was anxiously frightened in front of the house, ran over to me when she admitted what I looked like.

"Mr. Mia."

"Mia doesn't know much about it, but there was an unsettling noise in the city about everything... and I was worried that Mr. Krohiko wasn't in the infirmary or at home, so if he was involved..."

"Yeah, I was at the crime scene... but this is fine."

"Oh, what about injuries?!?

"There isn't. I'm just sorry to hear that, but I'm a little tired... and I feel like sleeping right away, huh?

"Yes, I did!

Mr. Mia, who dashed, rushes into the house.

Enter the house.

But there is no one on the ground floor.

I'll go upstairs.

And Mia, who was in her own room, was holding back beside the bed.

Pepper, and Mia bows her head.

"I beg your pardon for this. I'll prepare your meal, so don't eat it when you wake up. So Ha!"

Before I could thank her, Mia ran down the stairs.

is, fast......

…………

You must have cared because you said you wanted to sleep right away.

I just need to make a quick bed.

I wonder what it is.

When you're with Mia, don't be kind of relieved...

That's why I dived into bed without changing my clothes.

The general fatigue begins to mix with the comfort of falling asleep.

Sleep came quickly.

"... hmm?

Wake up.

There was a bright red sky in my sight.

Red sky?

Sunset?

Wake up your body.

And - I lost my word.

Where are we?

I must have fallen asleep in my own house.

but here...?

Black rocky ground with bits and bits.

There are countless black-cut rocks standing around.

In the sky...... birds?

A giant bird-like creature is dancing in the red sky.

That feeling......

It's like a vulture waiting to die......

And on my front...

A giant black castle stood.

In front of the castle is a space like a square.

Apparently, I'm close to the center of that square.

Plus...

Standing before me was a pitch-black coffin with black chains wrapped around it.

There are black shields and armor rolling around that coffin again.

There were many other black coffins folded around.

Plus stabbing around the coffin that stands before me...... many black spears.

Dreams?

Is this a dream?

But the chains and the spears look familiar.

"Wah, otherworldly man"

"Huh?"

The coffin... did you talk?

No, you're not.

If you look closely, there's a rectangular hole just around the face of the coffin.

Peeping from the back of it are bright red eyes.

"For once, will it be a pleasure for me and you, Ka?

"What the hell are you?"

"Here we go, Te Soraku Kurohiko. That's right, Na, don't call me that so you can understand..."

A broken opportunity voice-like voice, elusive to capture, told.

"- Curse King T, Should I Name You Na?