Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

Leave me amazed and the story goes on.

Neither Wolf nor the doctor seemed to believe in magic. Even if the people of Nebel are suspicious, it would be impossible to trust others. However, Mikhail was forced to convince him with a knife that cut his palm and healed it in front of him.

"My magic is not versatile."

Mikhail cut it out.

Says. The power of healing does not mean that anything can be cured.

The only thing Mikhail can do is bring out the healing power of the human being.

"I can't cure illness that requires medication or surgery. Injuries that require special treatment, like this poison, are the same."

Mikhail said that all he could do was close the wound.

"If you can stop the blood, it's enough."

Mr. Wolf, who had lost his voice in surprise, returned to me quickly. He nodded with a face that just said he would use whatever he could.

"But there's also a problem. It's hard to pull out healing power, so it deprives you of your physical strength.

Mikhail ends up murky. But I understood what he wanted to say. I understand.

I look down and look at Claus. Does he have a white face like paper, and he still has enough physical strength to cure such a large wound?

The inside of your head becomes white. If I didn't put my strength on my feet, I was likely to fall into the spot.

"Now it's even better."

"Oh, do you do it?"

Mr. Wolff and the doctor's voice had a determined purity.

Following them, Mikhail turns his arms and starts preparing. I was the only one who was upset.

"Marie"

"Ha ha ha"

I was called by Mr. Wolf and raised my face. When he was scolded again, he became stiff.

But, disappointed, Wolf turned his gentle glance at me.

"Don't overdo it, sit down."

"No, no! I'm here too ..."

"I won't tell you to go out, so call out."

"eh"

I was wondering if I would be reminded to retreat because it was in the way. I thought I wouldn't be here if it didn't help.

The tears are blurred and the view is blurred. With a bitter smile, a voice came down saying she wasn't crying.

"I think you'll get the best voice. Stop it properly."

"……Yes"

I wiped my tears, and I knelt at Claus's bedside.

Look into your face and repel hair on your cheeks with your fingers. There was a dry noise in Paris, and red and black powder fell. Is it return blood or Claus's own blood? He's so bloody that he doesn't know.

My body, stained with blood and mud, tells me of myriad scars running on my skin. How much Klaus tried to protect me. How desperately they fought.

"Klaus"

Touch your cheeks. The other hand was wrapped around the back of Klaus's hand. The size was so different that I felt like I was clenching rather than wrapping around.

"Klaus, please"

Good luck.

Mutter words that you do not know how many times you repeated. Then Klaus' body jumped greatly.

Eyes remain closed, but wrinkles are deeply carved between eyebrows. With an expression of agony, Claus screams with a muffled moan.

Mixed with the painful voice, there is a fresh sound of the blade cutting the meat. An incision without anesthesia would not hurt. Surely it is close to torture.

"Wow ...... !!"

"Klaus!"

Hold the big hand that puts your nail on the bed firmly from above. I couldn't help but do nothing.

Like your name again and again, like a fool.

"Hold it down!"

"I understand !!"

Mikhail responds to Wolff's instructions. The body of Claus moving to escape the pain was held by two people.

"Guaaaaaaa !!"

The cloth that bite my mouth comes off, and the scream of Claus resounds. It was a fierce voice, like the roar of a beast.

If you keep this, your tongue will be hurt. In a hurry I tried to bite the cloth again. But I can't move it well.

The mouth was tightly closed without any help. A stream of blood flows from the end of the biting mouth.

I was fading as if I was biting my tongue.

"Klaus! @Klaus !!"

Squeeze his cheeks with both hands and call out his name in a loud voice.

"It's over! You can ask for the rest, brother !?"

There was a sound of a metal tool being released.

The doctor exhales his stuffed breath, then speaks to Mikhail.

"Yes!"

In response, Mikhail held his palm over the affected area.

The eyes staring at the hand drew a strong will and glowed sharply. The ball sweats on his forehead. Probably, it requires considerable concentration. In front of me, Mikhail's eyes change from black to blue-green. Not as dramatic as Lutz or Theo, but as complex and beautiful as a deep lake.

Mikhail's hand glows slightly. The soft light illuminated the surroundings very brightly, creating a shadow on Mikhail's neat face.

Klaus changed a little while later.

The power slowly comes off from the stiff body. The fingers that were scratching the sheets relaxed, and the blood vessels floating on the back of the hand disappeared.

Relief free from pain is fine.

But my complexion was too bad to judge it.

Klaus's face, where the wrinkles between his eyebrows have disappeared, is extremely well-organized, which in turn causes anxiety. It's like a wax figure, with no sense of vitality.

The fuss doesn't stop. The back is ruffled.

I remember the fear of shouting at the coldness of my hands.

A secret. I felt like hearing the grim reaper's footsteps.

"Well ... Klaus!"

I shouted as if to shake off my scares.

"I will not forgive me! I will never forgive dying on my own!"

Your voice is shaking like a wiggle body. But shouted no matter.

"You are my escort!

What I was saying, I wanted to beat myself.

You have been protected enough. He worked harder than his duties.

It's mine who is irresponsible. Although she can't protect herself, she jumps into dangerous places and wanders around.

Pupe, Claus. Shouldn't I have asked you to accompany me?

Or shouldn't you go on a trip?

I wonder how a little girl who has no power can change the future of the world. My ignorance and arrogance are about to kill you now.

Large tears fall on the back of Claus's hand held with both hands. The drop that fell and burst, mixed with the drying blood, fell down, leaving a thin red streak.

"Klaus, hey, Klaus ........."

If you leave it like this, how should I reward you?

You have repeatedly refused to try to reduce the distance.

He never stubbornly received the imposition of respect and loyalty.

Every time, you remain a messy and troublesome escort.

Nothing has changed since I met. No, I thought it hadn't changed.

I was relying on this.

I was relying on you, even though I was not good at it.

I was just starting to think like another brother.

"And then, if I die, I'll go by myself !!

While it was, I was amazed at the words.

It is worse than children's selfishness. Even a five-year-old would have a better vocabulary.

You can't shut up, even if you think it's sad. Silence was more horrible than anything.

"I can't go back to Nebel .... Because there are only those who don't know you, the grave will be all-you-can-eat! Even my escort will be an extra person ......... !!

The squeezed voice is squeezed.

It will be so hard to hear that it's sobbing. In addition, the meaning is unknown due to incoherence. I think it's just a hysteria.

Still,-it arrived.

I wished to deliver, to only one person.

"That's crazy ..."

"!?"

I couldn't understand what happened for a moment.

The first thing I suspect is hearing. Then sight.

The hand that was grasping moved slightly. The hand, which had lost temperature and lost power, returned my hand. It's hard to say in words how surprised me.

As I stopped watching, my tightly closed eyelids tremble and slowly open.

Midori's eyes appeared out of focus, but eventually began to move with will.

Right, left. Eyes that move at a gradual speed capture me. Staring at her soft, narrow eyes, I was upset.

"Rose, Mary"

"..."

The throat trembles. I want to talk, but my voice sticks in the back of my throat and I can't do it well. I want to make sure it's not a dream. Then, with your eyes, I think, but the visibility is terrible. It bleeds, distorts, and doesn't work properly. How useless.

The drop comes down, and the cheeks swell. Somehow my throat hurts. Also tinnitus.

"Oh, don't cry ... your body doesn't move."

Klaus muttered in trouble, distorted his lips.

"I can't wipe your tears."

What are you talking about?

You are not such a troublesome person, nor am I to forgive it.

I refuse to refuse from the original.

Klaus laughed with his eyes down, terrible.

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