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Elijah Chrysanax was a person who boasted great friendliness.
No one would dispute such a proposition, seeing as how they succeeded in somehow talking to the greyhound in its current state.
“…Ah, there. Mr. Yuria.”
Elijah opened his mouth, a drop of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
“Well, I think it would be okay to relax a bit. “Well, if you were so angry at Yuria, she wouldn’t have even asked you to do something like this…”
“…”
Yuria looked back silently.
Funny enough, the first word that comes to mind is ‘pure white’.
If other people see it, they will tilt their heads and ask what the hell that means.
Yuria is a person who gives the impression of being completely black from head to toe. There is no room for such sentiments.
Perhaps she would have agreed if Elijah hadn’t continued to see something ‘blooming’ near the body.
“…Well, I definitely did what Mr. Dowd asked me to do, right?”
This is the case with the white energy emanating from Yuria’s body as she speaks.
Elijah’s eyes scanned Yuria’s entire body, starting from the sword she was holding.
uh.
White.
Absolutely.
The figure of ‘White Yuria’ inside that body is giving off such a terrifying look.
‘…I can see it, I can see it, I can see it…!’
Elijah thought of this as he barely managed to fix the corners of his trembling mouth.
Recently, there are many cases where I feel strangely ‘sensitive’ to things around me.
In Trisha’s words, she has become strangely ‘smarter’ or something.
As for Elijah himself, he didn’t really feel that he had become smarter or anything, but there was something that definitely struck him.
The ‘horrible things’ are very visible.
The ‘something’ in Princess Tristan’s body is the same, and the ‘something’ in Yuria’s body right now.
Things that used to appear whitish and whose outlines were barely recognizable are now clearly visible!
“Well, of course. The teacher will also be satisfied.”
Actually, no.
Daoud clearly only told Yuria to ‘moderately subdue’ the unicorn she was currently sitting on, but he never told her to kill it to the point where it couldn’t even be revived.
But how can you say something like that so obediently?
Anyway, Daoud told her ‘please’ and attached it to Yuria. Considering that person’s personality, there is a high probability that she did it ‘calculating’ that she could somehow appease this state.
Then, it becomes necessary for her to live up to those expectations.
“…”
If you ask her why she has to live up to his expectations, she will probably blush and yell at you for being loud.
Oh, I don’t know. Anyway, that’s the way it should be.
That should be it, um.
Wouldn’t it be convenient to ‘demand’ something?
‘Later, I’ll definitely get it back to you later…!’
She couldn’t clearly define what she wanted in return, but at least this time she wouldn’t be forced to bare her mouth.
I need to get confirmation about going somewhere alone for at least two days.
“Mr. Elijah.”
“…yes?”
“What are you thinking about now?”
Elijah took a deep breath.
Yuria was looking at herself with dead eyes. The white figure of Yuria inside her body was glaring at her with almost radiant eyes.
As if he had read her thoughts about Daoud.
In the past, I reacted sensitively to topics related to Dowd, but after seeing that white figure clearly, it was almost like a ghost.
“Nothing, nothing…!”
He was so scared that his throat was sore, but Elijah managed to get the words out. Tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes, but she holds them back with all her might.
Let’s change the topic first.
story.
It’s about telling a story.
Most of the world’s problems arise from a breakdown in communication. This situation can be easily resolved through a story!
“Well, more than that! “You keep wearing that!”
Elijah turned and pointed to the leash still fastened around Yuria’s neck.
It was a change of topic that could be considered far-fetched, but fortunately, it seems to have been somewhat effective. This was evident from the fact that Yuria’s energy softened and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
Yuria stroked the leash and the handkerchief tied next to it, as if caressing a very precious treasure.
“…yes.”
It was as if the gloom and gloom that had been consuming her just a moment ago were completely blown away when she touched this.
“Every time I touch you, I feel Mr. Dowd.”
“…”
“It felt like it was nearby. I must say that I feel very relieved. “I have nothing but good memories about this item.”
Elijah thought for a moment about whether Daoud had done something with that leash.
therefore.
Most of the time, he used it to pull Yuria like a pet, throw her like an object, and swing her around like a mace until Yuria started choking and squealing.
“…”
That’s a good memory.
hmm.
“…It looks like Yuria really likes you, teacher.”
It was an attitude that forced me to say something like that without even realizing it.
No, for that to remain a good memory, how much do you have to like that person for that to be possible…?
No doubt, the question itself was probably asked lightly with that kind of thought in mind.
“yes.”
But, the answer that comes back is.
“…i like you.”
Although it was the shy, quiet voice that Yuria always gave, without any confidence.
Undoubtedly, it was a voice full of ‘desperation’ that covered it all up.
Elijah looked back at Yuria without realizing it.
Although it was difficult to understand his entire expression because he was looking down at the floor with sunken eyes.
“i like you.”
That voice mixed with crying.
“I like Mr. Dowd. Really, I like it. “I can give you anything.”
At least it contains the sorrow that seems to be cutting out Elijah’s heart as he listens.
To her, this sentence she’s just saying is absolutely true.
“I want to be together. “It will continue in the future.”
I could definitely feel it.
“…”
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.
If only the question she asked reflexively would receive an answer like this.
For this woman, maybe.
The man called Dowd Campbell could possibly be a man who means the ‘meaning of living’ itself.
‘…Same with Princess Tristan.’
Does that person have the talent to be loved by such scary people?
This is not simply love, but a level of obsession that can be called ‘subordination.’ It’s not a joke, it’s to the point where I feel like whatever he does here will be accepted.
The only thing that Princess Tristan and I can’t stand is being ‘abandoned’ ourselves or giving priority to ‘others’ other than ourselves.
“…”
Uh, wait a minute.
Didn’t you just point out something incredibly important?
Elijah frowned and thought back to the thoughts he had just had.
Dowd Campbell is a person who is especially loved by these scary beings, and what these people have in common is that they cannot monopolize the man.
The words Trisha had said not long ago were passing through my mind.
-…That person seems to be suppressing his feelings for some reason.
And, the man is hiding his liking from others.
“…”
hmm.
Hmmmm.
It smells.
That man smells like he’s walking a tightrope, risking his life.
The head begins to spin in a frightening manner.
‘…If I’m good at this.’
maybe.
You are the only one who realizes this fact.
Originally, there would have been no way for her to get in close to Dowd Campbell, who had such scary women lined up around him.
What if she could be the only one who could understand the man’s ‘behavioral principles’ and ‘feelings’?
What if, unlike other women, you become the most ‘peaceful’ companion?
Isn’t this an opportunity for you to occupy a ‘unrivaled’ position next to your teacher?
‘…what. what. Huh…?’
perhaps.
this.
Isn’t there a chance of winning?
Elnor and Yuria, like the cheetah who started late, she can take them all by coming now…!
“…So, this much.”
As I continued to think like that, Yuria said that sentence in a quiet voice.
“…I can’t give it up to anyone. Guaranteeing our own memories with Mr. Dowd-”
While Yuria continued saying that.
With a thud, her leash was released. Naturally, the handkerchief that was tied next to it fell down.
“…”
“…”
There was thick silence.
Elijah looked blankly at the loose leash and the handkerchief on the floor.
Soon, like an unoiled machine, its head jerked and turned in an unnatural motion.
And there, standing there, was the person who took off the leash.
“…Mr. Dowd?”
When Yuria said those words in a trembling voice, Dowd, who was wearing a familiar mask as Elijah, nodded.
“uh. “It’s Mr. Dowd.”
“…Why, why…?”
With her eyes completely losing their light, Yuria barely managed to blurt out those words.
“Oh, this?”
Actually, Daoud, who heard those words, was responding with a nonchalant expression.
“I’m going to confiscate it for the time being.”
“…Why, uh, cut it…?”
When Yuria said those words in a strangled voice, Dowd shrugged his shoulders.
“no.”
but.
This time, the words came out in a grumpy voice.
“I think it would suit someone other than you.”
“…”
“I’m going to try to fill in Lucien for the time being, but what do you think?”
“…”
Let me correct this.
This kid is not at the level of risking his life to walk a tightrope.
I was just crazy because I wanted to commit suicide!
While Elijah was shocked and thinking about this.
Yuria pulled out her sword with a completely expressionless face.
next.
—-!!!!!!!
A white flash exploded.
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fantasy,
