Sister cap 31

 

(31 episode)

It was a strange conversation that ended up strangely.

I looked up at the sky with my chin on my chin and put down the cup.

I was almost twenty years old and had a lot of milk. I was deeply confessed to my sister's appearance, but most of them refused because I was not interested.

I didn’t mean to be in love in this world, but I wanted to meet a good person and walk through a clear, clean lake or downtown, and eat something delicious together .

But it will be over soon, and by then it will be too late, because I’d like to hear the story of Linoch’s happiness.

She didn’t object to love, but she always cried, asking me to tell her, if there was anyone, and she wasn’t really crying, but she was very desperate.

And I saw a lot of things, as if I were going to say something more, and then I saw signs of erased, and I seemed to be worried about it, but I told her that I had no idea yet.

Yes, I did, but today I was so heartbroken.

“Well ... I should have done a date.”

I shook my head and lay back on the bed, closing my eyes.

****

“Amy! Amy!”

Two days later, Linne found me with a loud voice, and I woke up from a nap at the open door and looked at her with sleepy eyes.

"What's going on since morning?"

I rubbed my cheeks and dreamed of my eyes. You shook your head.

“Amy, it’s twelve o’clock now.”

“I’ll take the morning off of what happened.”

“You lazy bastard!”

“...I’m a lazy man, but I’m hurt to say it directly.”

“Are you?”

She smiled at Linne, who was running me up and down.

“My heart is so soft.”

"You're talking with one unscathed face, though of course it's cute."

“Ugh, I didn’t close my hair.”

...but if you rub it on your apron, you'll be hurt.

I think it is a blessed person to say that even the swollen face on the tangled head is cute because I am less awake.

She said I was pretty, but I wonder if she has a similar taste because she is a friend of yours.

I rubbed my eyes to wake up, but Linne’s cool hand came up on my cheek. I thanked her and looked up.

“What’s going on, by the way?”

“Oh! Yeah.”

Renee paired her hands.

“I picked up a handsome man!”

“...me?”

Why do people around me like to pick up something?

Lynne laughed, noticing my embarrassed expression.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

She said this was not the time, and said, “I’m sorry.” Her voice dropped as she blinked.

"Amy, your guest is here."

Due to its location not far from the mountains of the border, mercenaries often visited the therapist, and the outsider was a light wounded person.

“A guest? Injured?”

Linne shook her head.

Not the wounded? She shut her mouth and then pulled her lips away.

“He’s a handsome man, and who is he? What do you mean, he’s a little elastic?”

...I'd like to know that.

“The one you hid?”

“...a lover I don’t know?”

Anyway, I do not think I can tell by talking like this, so I went out to the front door myself.

Hi!

There was a man standing outside the door, so big that it seemed to be much bigger than our young men, and I saw quite a few mercenaries who knew this place, but none of them had this face.

And there are no injuries, from the appearance. I blinked. I came to see you.

I thought of a letter next to the table. Was she her co-worker?

“Is that who you said? Oh, I. So you know my sister?”

Then the man with the awkward expression slowly turned his head.

...Wow, handsome. I’ve seen someone who’s been called handsome since I was shot by a beautiful bomb in Linnock a few years ago.

The man with the dark brown hair had unusually gold eyes, and the light was shining, and the jawline with the stretched nose and the nose was art, hanging his head in a difficult way.

There aren't many people who will look up so far.

...but why is your earlobe red?

"Well, that...."

“Why are you doing that?”

Then Linne, who had rushed in, knocked on my shoulder.

"Amy, clothes, clothes! Your clothes!"

I looked down at him, my nap comfortable, my short shirt, my legs exposed.

It seems that this place has heard a child who sees the side of the leg more than the dress is a universal world and reveals the chest.

“Oh—”

“Get dressed!”

...it's a little hot.

I did not think I was ashamed, because the underwear I am wearing is no different from shorts in my past life.

I didn’t show it to anyone, but I couldn’t prepare myself for Linne’s haste, and I asked her to wait a little, then changed my clothes and faced the man.

“Well, I mean, Mr. Haban?”

“....”

He was still unable to meet his eyes even though he sat at the table. Linne, who was looking at me from man to man, quickly raised her hand.

“Ha ha ha, Amy! I’ll go first, talk to the guest.”

...and he's trying to be a mean, self-indulgent person.

“Come to my house if you have anything to do!”

The last words were obviously awkward and added. In fact, it was because of Linne who appeared suddenly on the porch, but I did not think about it and went out without thinking.

I gave her a quick look at help, but she ran away, and I faced him, and I opened my mouth to take off the awkwardness.

“Khm, well, uh, you’re not going to keep doing that?”

“...I’m sorry.”

"Well, I'm not sorry, I don't think you've come to know, and I think you've been eye-opening for sleep."

“Phu-hup, yes?”

“I’m kidding.”

Fortunately, the man opened his mouth and the awkwardness disappeared a little. I got up and got out of the car.

Soon the little kitchen was filled with a deep herb flavor. I glanced at him, chins up.

'It's so big.'

I felt it a little while ago, but the chair opposite me was small enough to look small. It was a knight, but it was not a bodily figure. Should the balanced limbs on the shoulders of the rice cake be like athletes?

Unlike his soft face, his eyes were wild. If I didn’t laugh, would I look pretty fierce?

The long nose or tight lips were stubborn, but the important thing was that they were beautiful enough to offset the collection of gold eyes with a deep light.

“So can I call you Mr. Harban?”

“I’d like to tell you first.”

The man, who had a moment’s troubled expression, looked down, and he looked rather arrogant, but his soft words had not made him look that way.

“My name is not Havan.”

“...?”

I paused.

This guy, he's not your co-worker?

“Then how did you come to me?”

He read a look of alertness, and his eyes were puzzled. He shook his hand.

“I was looking at the village at the entrance of the village, and the woman I was with came up to me and asked if she was injured, and that’s why I took her to you.”

"Rinne?"

He helped me, then took off the gloves with his mouth and showed me my hand.

“I was taking off my gloves until then.”

“Oh ... poison.”

“Yes.”

His hands were as black as they were in the food. That must be poisoned by some poisonous candles on the mountain.

I rose, thinking of the herbs quickly, and then I paused and sighed. Is this a professional illness, too, to wake up as soon as I saw the wound?

But when I went to the market, I remembered that the necessary herbs had fallen.

It’s not that Linne is wrong, because Simmani and mercenaries who have signed a contract with me often come this way, so the villagers take me to me if you are a stranger and injured. I used to give it to him.

I thought it would be dangerous if I just took him, but the men here saved me and were not so lazy people, so there was never a safety problem.

I thought of the elements to be mistaken, and I shed a ball, a groan.

“That’s what happened, I was mistaken.”

There was a pause between him and me. I slowly looked down and checked the man’s condition.

'The poison is...'

The poison candles that make your hands look like a giant... with great pain.

I had seen one of the young men in the village before being poisoned and rolling down the deguldegul, and my face was blue with pain.

...isn't it hurting?

The poisonous candles that cause this kind of addiction soon contract and convulse muscles. I stared at the man's face and opened my lips.

“He came once, so I’ll treat you.”

“What? You don’t have to, this award-winning man...”

“Well, don’t be burdened, you don’t have any free money.”

The Empire, if not as high as the Leon Kingdom, was also a high-ranking official, with a fine cloth and only a further silver.

I guess it means that the reason why the knight came here is second, but anyway, it is a payment ability.

After I had made my judgment, I grabbed the man's hand.

"Would you close your eyes for a moment, since you need to drain your blood?"

In fact, I was caught in the eye, not wanting to be a stranger. I could cure it, but I could not ignore it.

It was no problem with using the ability. Moreover, I could have been a quasi-magic apostle for this addiction treatment.

“Excuse me.”

“Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“...don’t be nervous, I’m not trying to eat it.”

“Yes, yes?”

“I’m kidding.”

I used my hands temporarily to cover the man's eyes and felt the man wince.

“It’ll be a little bit prickly, and I’ll give you candy if you hold it.”

“...I’m not a child.”

I laughed. I let go of my head, hoping it wouldn’t work. Then I covered his eyes with a wide ribbon.

It was a pretty strange sight, but I can not help it.

“I’m sorry, sometimes some mercenaries scream when they’re bleeding out.”

“Oh, yes—”

Of course I'm lying.He put the back of his hand over the other hand and held the man’s hand strongly. 

White light leaked through the gaps.

I nudged him with a needle beside me, as I watched the red blood and saw that the detox was correct, and I untied the ribbon.

“You can open your eyes now.”

The man who looked at my hand, who had returned to his feet, opened his eyes wide. Soon he stood up from me, and I felt a sudden drop in his pocket.

“You’re not surprised. I’m a quasi-magic. You must have been surprised to see magic on this side.”

“What? Yeah—”

It was not surprising, as it was often seen in mercenaries coming to Gum, because magic was a universal figure, limited to things, and hard to see a wizard.

The same was true of a quasi-magician with three or less magical powers to use.

I was a juma jurist who used poison magic and therapeutic magic because of the magic of his hand, but I rolled my eyes and stared at the man.

"You're the driver?"

Then the man looking at the floor lifted his dog.

“How did you know?”

“Face?”

example

I don’t have this face in the mercenaries. I can’t do it, so I smile.

“It’s not a regular cloth, is it? It’s a little dirty, but the buttons are silver, but the Knights don’t have any patterns, so you’re free. Or is he high enough to hide his identity?”

I stared at him, telling him what I had been thinking about. This is a small village under the mountain.

How likely would a mercenary and a fine knight come to a village that is not on the map, with injuries, and perhaps it was a knight who had been defeated by a city-wide subjugation.

He often came out of Sorphin, a nearby fortress town, and it was a big mountain, so it was a lot of accidents.

This time he was embarrassed. One of them came back to his original expression. I looked at him and shrugged.

“You’re a shy person, unlike your appearance.”

"Yes?"

“You ask yourself, and I may be sorry for this, but the appearance is more fierce, but it seems to be a pulpit.”

Then the slow blinking gaze turned to me.

Oh, I thought you were going to panic, and you laughed, okay?

I was a little bit tired of my ears for a while, and I paused for a while.

"I often get such misunderstandings: I'm not a scared crying person.“

"Oh, is that right?”

“Yes, I’m glad you’re not afraid.”

His fierce eyes were folded, and he felt as if the dog in the dog had folded his ears.

If Linoch was neat and sharp, this man would have been a pouting saw, hidden in soft words, but this man seemed as fierce as he looked.

“Oh, yes, I thought you were shy about being surprised.”

“I can tell you that.”

The man who took a step closer was gentle and unsophisticated.

“I’m on a drug for a beautiful woman like you.”

I stared at him, puzzled, and somehow the feeling of a change of mood seemed not to be an illusion, because the look that seemed a little bit different from the one I had just seen.

“And I was a little surprised.”

“What for?”

The man took a step toward it, and when I was surprised, I stopped as if I had been embarrassed.

I thought of what she had said.

“Amy, if a young man gets closer to five steps.”

I frowned.

“Blow him!”

Okay, sister.