Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

Georg to Eigel viewpoint.

"No, nowhere."

The sailor who finally returned to the room said while breathing on his shoulder. As if dragged by his rugged look, the expression of the humans in the room also intensifies.

I searched all inside the museum. I searched both the garden and the city by hand, but there was no Mary anywhere.

bite your lips to the frustration that springs up. Outside of the window I looked up, the night book had already fallen.

How uneasy you are in such darkness?

Isn't it scary? Is it cold? Do you feel painful?

Just thinking so, you won't be able to stay or stand.

"Mary-chan ... where is it?"

Mikhail's older sister, Miss Bianca, muttered with anxious voices.

Turn his arm around her uncomfortable complexion, and Mikhail stands next to her support.

"Sister, please do it"

"Well, Mikhail. Marie isn't anxious about worrying about us. Surely something happened."

"Yes ... I don't think she's doing this because of mischief. I wonder if she was involved in an unexpected thing ... I should think that she was taken away by someone. Isn't it better? "

A sailor ... Is it Paul? To his proposal, I-Georg to Eigel was silent.

As everyone said, it's hard to imagine that Mary was gone by her own will. It is likely that you have been involved in an incident or taken away by someone.

But there is one problem. On earth, who took it?

"Don't you find a man with Mary?"

"……Ahh"

Paul nodded with a bitter face. Miss Bianca and other sailors also have complex expressions.

Wolf, a man who should have been with Mary, seems to have gained the trust of everyone.

"It would be pretty important if it were a search for Her Royal Highness. Explaining what went wrong, perhaps Wolfe would be wanted as a key witness to the kidnapping of the princess."

"Wolf is the culprit! I don't mean that!"

"But when Mary was gone, he was the only one to be with him. And because he is gone, is there enough proof of the situation?"

"that is……"

Ms. Bianca was packed with words to return and fell.

"There was no evidence of a fray in the room. The vase fell, but the rest remains beautiful. Marie may have fainted, but the man was reluctant to collect together. It's too unnatural to think we've been done. ''

"... But that brother was so cute about Miss. I don't think it was acting."

"That's right. She was as cute as her sister or daughter. I can't imagine that that guy would hurt her."

The sailors scrutinize a man named Wolf.

I get frustrated with that. So who the hell was Mary? I wanted to spit it out.

"Then it's irrelevant. Do you say that?"

“…………”

In my words, everyone shuts their mouths.

Heavy silence fell.

I don't know Wolf well, nor do I know the days on board. So I can't understand their conflict.

But there is something you can see just because of me.

There are many people both in the building and in the city. It is impossible to sneak into the museum and take over not only Mary but also a large man without anyone finding it.

It can only be assumed that Wolf has taken over or that he has cooperated with the culprit.

Is it possible to reject it with emotion theory? No, is it something that can be done?

If he had taken over Mary, she would have betrayed Mary, whom she trusted. I can never forgive that business.

"Georg ..."

The shoulder was patted lightly with a careless voice.

Mikhail, standing in front of me, looks down at me with her eyebrows down. He was a whisperer looking for words, but found that he was worried.

It seems that not only the sailors but also I lacked calmness.

Take a deep breath to get rid of the boiling irritation. When I got the cold air into my lungs, I felt a little cold in my head.

"Everyone is worried about the princess."

"Oh, it was bad"

When Paul smiled, Paul scratched his head involuntarily.

"I'm sorry. My brother thought seriously but denied just emotion."

"No, it's the same with me that was hot. Sorry."

Although it is jerky, the instantaneous air is scattered.

"First of all, let's sort out the situation. Do you have a map? If you know the terrain, the person who took the Highness may be able to narrow down a little to which direction he went."

"Oh, surely in the load ... I'll take a little bit."

When I asked, one of the sailors raised his hand.

Apparently in another room, heading to the doorway. However, he opens the door and goes outside, and retreats with a surprise voice.

"What happened?"

At the same time as Paul asked, someone stepped into the room.

"!"

Look at the person who appeared and everyone, including me, opens their eyes.

The body of the person who entered inside with unpretentious steps leaned slowly. He leans against the wall near the door in such a way as to hit it. A bandage is wrapped around the upper body looking through the gap in the jacket just caught, and blood is oozing in places. Obviously, walking is not a good condition. But only his eyes were shining. It was as sharp as a savage beast.

"Where is Rosemary?"

In a snarled voice, the person-Klaus von Behrmer asks.

"Klaus! You got up with that body !?"

"Mu, it's unreasonable! The wound is not completely closed !?"

Ms. Bianca and Mikhail rush up in a hurry. Behrmer controlled by hand to support him.

"Okay, don't worry. Where is your Highness?"

"..."

Ms. Bianca and Mikhail were silent in the same way.

I couldn't say that I laughed and lied to two people with a straight temperament, but I wanted to do my best a little more and make them fake. As I sigh in my chest, I look at the man whose face has become even steeper. A gaze of shooting was pointed at me.

"I told you he took away your Highness."

I heard my groaning voice and realized my failure. Apparently, he was being asked about the previous conversation. It was wrong to blame Miss Bianca and Mikhail. The culprit is me.

"Was the Highness taken away? Who is it? Where are you?"

"... If you were listening, you would know. I don't know the culprit. Where did you go. On the contrary, I'm not sure I've been taken."

"But it's gone. That's true!"

Behrmar shouted like a roar.

He distorted his face with anger, and beat the wall frustratedly. The wound opened and the bandage wrapped around the back of the left hand stained red.

"Please rest! You are not a movable body yet"

The faded Mikhail grabs the arm of Behrmer in a hurry. But Bermer shook Mikhail's hand and lifted himself off the wall.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Mr. Bianca gives a surprise voice to Behrmer who walks as if dragging his feet.

"Going for Your Highness"

"With that body !? Don't even take a break and say goodbye! It's good to die drooling around there!"

"That's right, brother. You were seriously dying."

"I guess the wound is starting to open because I'm forced to move! You'll sleep quietly!"

Not only Miss Bianca, but the sailors also tried to persuade. But Behrmer has no ear to listen.

"I am Your Highness's escort. Who looks for me without searching for me."

"I'll look for you!"

"I'm not asking others to get involved with Rosemary."

`` What this stubborn !? ''

The sailors hold down Behrmer's body desperately to stop. But Bermer tried to shake it out of the room. Where did he have such power left behind, being a full wound? I don't know if I should be amazed or impressed.

"If you had anything, why don't we apologize to Miss !? I'll ask you to sleep quietly!"

"While I'm stupid sleeping, Rosemary is gone !? Can I sleep more?"

`` If you die by force, you will have no children or children! ''

"My life is dedicated to Rosemary-sama! I will always use it without using it for my crisis!"

Behrmer shouted with a squeezing voice. Appearing on his face was anger, frustration, and even greater regret.

"Klaus ... what are you ...!"

Ms. Bianca dyed her face in red color after dying.

The thin shoulders and the clenched fist are shaking little by little. However, Mikhail standing next to her moved faster than she did.

Everybody's line of sight concentrates on Mikhail who has wrapped around Behrmer.

We were watching something and the next moment we saw a startling sight.

-Baki !!

`` Look !? ''

Mikhail slammed his fist into Bermer's cheek. I will say it again. Mikhail beat Behrmer. And with strength without mercy.

The fist of Mikhail, a mage, will not have much power. However, the impact received is immeasurable. Primarily in the spiritual sense.

Everyone was solidified with their mouths half open. Even her older sister, Bianca, is no exception and is uttering words.

Mikhail shakes his reddish hand lightly after hitting Behrmer. His eyes, scrambled with rough gestures, were angry.

"Do not be silly"

Mikhail's voice was low-pitched. It seemed as if he was forcibly killing too much anger.

"Your lives are connected not by miracles but by the efforts of people. You are here now, as the princesses desperately arrested the people on board. Do you want to throw away such important things for yourself ?! ''

"..."

Behrmer gasps.

From the green eyes that were wide open, the violent anger up until now disappeared.

"How much did the princess call you! How much you were crying for you!

"... Mikhail"

Ms. Bianca gently embraced Mikhail's shoulders, whose face was distorted.

Mikhail descends to hide his crying face. After a slap, a small muttering was heard, begging to beat.

"…………Disagreeable,"

Bermer, who was stunned, held down the beaten cheek and lowered it in the same way.

I'm tired of calling out to both Mikhail and Behrmar.

I didn't know what to say.

Mikhail's anger was reasonable. He is trying to handle things that everyone and Marie desperately defended.

But I understand a little about Behrmer.

I was just around the corner, but I couldn't protect my loved ones. After that, regret and resentment would be irresistible. If you don't know what kind of eye it is, it's even better. She seems to be crazy, with all her bad imagination taking her head.

Naturally, the power of the clenched fist came to life.

A small sound echoes in the room where the unpleasant silence flows.

Search for the direction of the sound and look around the room. Once again, the same sound rang.

"……bird?"

Ms. Bianca leans her head with a mysterious face. Following her gaze, she looked back. Behind the window, a bird with black feathers that seems to melt into the darkness tilts his neck. It was a sight I saw recently.

"... No way."

As soon as I say, I rush to the window.

The letter, as I had imagined, was tied to the bird's feet, poking in the glass with a beak and a beak.

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