The Witch, Who Once Was Called A Saint

After all, he was making it impossible.

I didn't think about the possibility of that happening, but I also felt weird about taking a trip while I dared to take another room, and I wouldn't care that much if it wasn't a double bed...... how sweet I thought it was.

"You sleep so deeply."

As soon as I stroked my head, I inadvertently zeroed my words to Astreia, who fell asleep. And at the same time, guilt sprouted. If I realized it, I'd see him nagging in the living room, and I hadn't been able to think that it would be so burdensome for Astreia. I was going to figure it out a lot, but he still doesn't understand some of it.

At first, I intend to adapt to Astraia's customs, and cohabitation takes the style of sharing a room only, even when offered. Astreia's awareness of crime prevention is unusually loose, although she might have preferred to live nearby if it were to fit. Loose enough to leave a ton of precious metal intact in the living room without locking into that forest house. I guess people never even came to visit, but I was too anxious to let them live in the city with that feeling. So I brought it into cohabitation in such a way as to half persuade Astreia, who had no idea of the possibility of living with me, that there would be difficulties in the life of an unfamiliar city. If we hadn't done that, we wouldn't still be living together.

But the shiatsu of four hundred years ago seemed quite harsh from now on. Just for a moment, I'm glad I was born now. Even if Astraia's awareness of crime prevention was adequate, it doesn't change her desire to live with me. As for this one, I had a good persuasion material.

Besides, I'm still very happy with the way Astreia is trying to fit in, though confused.

"If it stays like this, it'll get cold."

If I had just pulled it inside the futon, Astreia wouldn't have slept so well either. Though over the futon, this is the first time I've been lightly packed a distance without being shy so far, but I think it's the result of how tired I was.

"Well, you can't break my trust."

I got up and got out of bed, put Astraia in the futon, and I sat down on the bed myself. Astraia twisted herself a little because of the movement, but if she still put her back to sleep and stroked her head, the wrinkles that were leaning between her eyebrows would also disappear.

I've never said it directly, but I still don't look older, let alone the kid who's lived four hundred years. I can tell from how accustomed I am to the battle that the number of training fields that have been creeping around is different, but the reaction is always honest and unprepared. For being a soldier, I'm not used to the world... it was such an atmosphere.

"Speaking of the Virgin, maybe so."

But if she had been worshipped as the Virgin of the Redemption, she might have been in a different state from her normal life. And most importantly, he lived all alone.

"From now on, you don't have to strain your shoulders."

But after I vomited the word, I grinned bitterly that I was the one who was making me nervous now.

But I'm nervous, and I have a lot of patience. For a little while, I still want you to look at more.