Two as One Princesses

I'm gonna connect you while you're careful not to wake up the sleeping Ciel. Let go of your hand and then gently place it over Ciel's chest.

I thought it might not be cold, but I remembered furthermore that it was okay because of the boundaries.

So get out of bed when you're okay.

There is a short time left for me to be able to do this, but there is a presence that I need to talk to before I lose this body.

What's it to talk about next to Ciel sleeping, so let's just go to the balcony.

When I walked out of the room thinking that, there was Mr. Mosa in front of the door.

"Is there something wrong?

"No, I've been expecting Master Einsel"

When I ask, she bows her head respectfully.

What do you mean you've been waiting? Mr. Mosa said he was my caretaker, so is that a relationship?

But it's not like I'm going outside at this hour. Instead, wouldn't it be normal to fall asleep with Ciel?

And someone who thought, but seems to be able to read as much as my actions (Apostle?) There was one.

"Are you Master Fiyanamia"

"Yes, I thought you might be able to go out tonight."

"I'd like to go to the balcony, are you okay?

"Yes, we will be ready after you guide us"

I wondered what preparation was, but decided to leave it to me.

I'm not used to using people.

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Maids - It seems implicit in the nobility that servants talk as if they are absent.

So they're just like the black kids in the play.

And they get educated so they never divulge what they hear.

Fire if you talk. Employers naturally have a higher social status than hired people, so it won't work if they get laid off and also get in the way of looking for a new job. You won't find your next place to work if the rumors spread with the servants you tease

If that's all, it could still be dangerous even for the family.

It's worse to betray that trust when you're hired by someone with that much power.

It seems normal in this world, though it may seem tyrannical in previous life.

Clearly, though I thought it was a world that had nothing to do with us.

"Why does Mr. Mosa work as a maid?

So I asked him to be interested.

Although I do not know the details, I think that in this world, where the side service of the upper aristocracy is often the son of the lower aristocracy, the fact that he is employed by Master Fiyanamia is quite a person of high stature.

At least it won't be the kind of house that bows its head to us who don't know where the horse bones are.

In terms of blood muscle, we're supposed to be in the Duke's house, so unless they're royal, we're below par, but now we've abandoned ourselves. I mean, at the time they sold it, I think it's like being obliterated.

"Everyone who works in this mansion was picked up by Master Fiyanamia."

"Did they pick you up?

"He's the son of a noble ex-wife who was neglected by her family, was about to be banished for a wrongful crime, he's just a slacker for different reasons, but he's hiring people who can't go anywhere on a whim."

"Really?"

That's not true, I wish I could say, but it's probably really whimsical.

Because Master Fiyanamia is kind, but his kindness is directed only to people to a certain extent.

Someone who no longer has a place, which also means he's hiring because he's unlikely to be betrayed.

If anyone is saved by that, I think that's fine.

I am not willing to say anyway that I am being accepted, and I would rather refer to Master Fiyanamia's stance as well.

Because I'm not willing to go too deep, but I'm supposed to need some more relationship with people than I live in this world.

I got to the balcony while I was doing that.

The table and chair used at the tea party were intact, and when I sat in the chair, Mr. Mosa said, "I will prepare the tea" and went somewhere.

"Mr. Forest Spirit. You're here, right?

Their signs are nature itself. So it's almost impossible to make a detection.

That said, I felt I was getting there somehow now, so I'll call it out in my voice.

"Ha ha. I'm here. I've never seen you talk like this before, Einsel."

The Forest Spirit came down on the table wondering if he could hear a calm voice with a slightly prolonged, laid-back feel.

I see, were you up there? When I get on the table, my face is just above mine.

Or so, when I sit in a chair, I can't see it at the table. What a mess.

"Nice to meet you. Can I call you Forest Spirit?

"That's right ~. There is also the name Riessill - but it can be an easy name to call ~.

Is it Ricil or something?

"Okay, Mr. Ricill. Thank you for today."

Mr. Mori Spirit Again Mr. Ricil gave a gentle smile before riding on my lap.

I'm still sitting properly today.

"I can touch you now."

"Come on, we can talk about it."

I'm in a 100% deified state during God's experience, so I expected to be able to talk and touch, but it seemed to be for sure.

Forest Spirit - I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Mr. Ricill because he has always taken care of me and it's not something I know when I'll be able to talk to him next.

"It was also Mr. Ricil singing during the day, wasn't it?

"That's right ~. If I was looking at you guys, I'd stick with him.

When they immediately imitated me, I was just amazed. "

For what it's worth, you don't sound surprised.

Even if I want a look, I just seem to enjoy it.

"You didn't see any other spirits today, thanks to Mr. Ricill, did you?"

"I knew what was going on with you guys, so I'm not going to be rude.

But I'm a little disturbed ~ "

"That song was so beautiful, can it be a song of the Spirit?

"That's right ~. That said, it's just something that imitates people and sings to their liking ~"

"Isn't it something special?

When I hear the song of the Spirit, it just seems kind of awesome.

Was Mr. Ricill thinking too much to put his hand on his cheek and see where he would think with his neck tied?

"It's not so special as to say it's a song the Spirit sang to his liking - it might be special in the sense that the Spirit was singing ~.

At least you can't sing to normal people ~ "

"I can't hear you in the first place."

"Hmm, that's not what I'm saying - well, I don't care ~"

Very concerned. But if you won't talk to me, I can't help it.

I don't think you have to worry about that area because I think you can tell me if it's anything wrong.

Mr. Ricil on his knees looks up at the sky.

Stars shine on one side of the sky that I looked up to.

Two of them stand out: gold and silver.

I was with Ciel when I looked up before. But now Ciel is a little further away.

That's all in words, but isn't it the first time you've come to this world so far away?

More than 10 years to get here. I can never say it's a short time.

Five years would have passed, even after we thought that Ciel and I could communicate properly.

"Do Einsel like this world ~?"

I did not know how to return it to my pompous and crushed words.

It wasn't all good to come to this world. Instead, every day was tough.

I couldn't afford to look around.

But I could consciously see it in the essentials, the landscape of this world was not a bad one.

Because there was Ciel.

So do I like this world?

It's been a long time since I've seen the blue of the sky, the night sky with two moons floating, gold and silver, and the blue sea where the Spirit plays.

"I honestly don't know. As much as I liked it, I couldn't look into this world."

"Is that so? I'm glad to hear that."

"Good...... is it?

"I'm glad you didn't hate me ~"

Mr. Ricill grabs my hand.

The look on his face looked really happy and I didn't know why he looked like that.

Did Mr. Ricill find that out or start talking to him to add.

"Einsel hates the world - because he thought he was sad but had no choice ~.

That's all you've done, right? "

"Perhaps if you ask me, yes."

In other words, if you had a decent nerve, it might not be strange to be cursing the world as of the Mansion of Lisperghia.

I wonder if I've been sent to this world, every day I'm targeted for my life.

Neither do I know what would have happened if the destination had not been Ciel.

Will you stop thinking like a dead man as expected?

In the first place, I did not intend much to do with this world as an already dead being.

"But from now on, I want to look more at this world."

"Yes. You can like it. I'll do my best."

There was a part of me that came to my mind when I saw Mr. Ricil nicking.

She's a spirit. A being who manages this world. If you try it on her, getting people to like the world means more than just what the people who live in ask.

Moreover, I possess only a little but a little power of the Supreme God. I don't think you want me to hate you because that's what you reputed me to be like a parent.

Even to people, in Estoke, I didn't try to get in deep with Estoke people.

I can't get away from Estoke when I'm in love, because I don't have an ex or a child.

Maybe we can afford a little more room from now on, hang out.

For now, is it from the servants of this mansion?

"Mr. Mosa, you'll be fine if you come in."

"Excuse me. Should I prepare two cups?

I was asked, so I'm nodding when I look at Mr. Ricill.

I wondered if I could have tea, but if I was snorting, I guess I could.

"Please"

Please wait a moment.

Place two cups before me with the hand Mr. Mosa is accustomed to.

Does not putting it across the street mean that you see Mr. Ricill?

"Can Mr. Mosa see the Spirit?

"No, it's a level I can feel somewhat.

The Spirit on Dear Einsel's lap sounds very powerful.

I don't see it, but I can feel it clearly. "

In the meantime, he didn't seem like a weird person to talk to the void in the middle of the night.

Although it should be unlikely that Master Fiyanamia will ever speak to the Spirit as well.

"Can Mr. Ricil have a drink?

"It's Daijbu ~"

Obviously I wondered what I would do if the cup wasn't in my body, but I was floating the cup in the universe and drinking well.

Though I feel like I can do it if I want to, I'm going to need some pretty elaborate magic manipulation or some pretty complicated magic formation.

I don't know if I can say magic instead of hairdryer, but I use my luxurious power.

It would also be against courtesy to observe forever, so I will also put my mouth to the tea served with me.

It's not just tea, it's sweet as honey, and the scent of ginger falls out of your nose.

A breath of "Phew" on the soothing flavor seems to pound from the core of my body.

Moses cares for me when I'm cold at night.

To reward it, "Thank you. It's very tasty, and it warms my body," I decided to smile and share my thoughts.