C36
"... I don't know what to write to her. This body and she are still friends... Because it's the same kind of relationship."
"I don't know."
"What?"
"I don't know because it's my first time. If I could say something, would I say what I want to say?"
"Mmm... what I want to say. That's good advice, bun."
Bun this, bun that, it's noisy.
Should I stun him?
I looked at him and pulled out a sheet of paper. It was a letter to Erno Etham.
After hesitating for a long time, I held the pen with my little fist and wrote crooked letters.
Looking to the side, Enosh was also slowly writing a letter with a serious expression on his face.
I wrote my words as succinctly as possible, folded the letter in half, inserted the fragment in it, and folded it in half again.
Then I put it in an envelope and tucked it into the sleeves of my clothing so it wouldn't be noticed.
I'll have to ask Albion later.
"Hey, bun. Read how this body's letter is. Do you think she'll give me a response for this?"
Enosh practically shoved the letter into my hand.
Having received the random letter, I looked at it with a furrowed brow.
<Dear Miss Lillian Daisy,
Even if you only make eye contact with this body, turn your head, and go back the way you came.
This body has power, good looks, can speak three languages, and has excellent knowledge. I wonder why you would avoid this body that lacks nothing.
If you're embarrassed to see this body, you're free to approach me. This body doesn't block those who come and doesn't stop those who leave. So don't worry.
No matter how much I think about it, this body lacks nothing, so tell me what you think.
Enosh, who has been watching you from behind for a long time.>
Unbeknownst to me, I opened my mouth wide.
What kind of harassment letter is this?
Looking at the letters, it seemed like he was acting arrogantly, pursuing Lady Lillian, who said she hated the ignorant Enosh.
"Even looking at the letter, it doesn't seem mutual..."
Anyone could see that it's close to a one-sided love from Enosh.
No matter how much I think about it, I don't recall seeing a story like this.
I had read stories about the arrogant, sickly prince who had a dirty personality, but it was the first time I heard that this boy liked someone.
"If there's a problem, point it out without hesitation. This body will specifically allow it."
"Everything."
"What?"
"Everything is a problem."
What kind of love letter is this?
I don't know much about it, but I thought this letter deserved a total zero.
"Do you like her?"
Since it was a novel in which Enosh wasn't the main character, of course, it seems that such detailed circumstances didn't come to light.
"...And Lillian?"
This is also a familiar name.
I don't remember very well.
"That's strange..., some memories are strangely vivid, and others are strangely blurry."
It's as if someone forcibly opened and closed the door of memory.
"Do you really mean this?"
"...Yes."
"This won't work. If you don't speak honestly with sincerity, you won't get an answer."
"...I can't put my heart into it. If I do, it's obvious that..."
Enosh, who was about to say something, suddenly covered his mouth with his small hand.
Then he started coughing like crazy.
"Hey, are you okay...?"
Cough, cough... cough...
Enosh's hands, which were coughing violently, were stained with red blood.
"Hey..."
As if that wasn't enough, Enosh
grabbed his chest and curled up like a worm.
"Aaah! Ugh..."
Clutching his chest, he let out a cry.
"Enosh! No, hold on. Someone will come to save us soon."
When the auction starts, Albion will move. I quickly put my hand on Enosh's forehead.
"It's hot."
It's like I've put my hand in boiling water.
"Ah, ahhh..."
Enosh's breathing was rough and rapid.
Even if he ran out of breath right now, it wouldn't seem strange.
"Don't do this..."
What the hell is wrong with everyone in front of me?
It didn't seem like there was a peaceful day.
"Please..."
I closed my eyes tightly as I hugged Enosh's head.
"Anyone is fine, so help me get out of here..."
Like a habit, I closed my eyes and made a wish.
Like in the days of my youth when I knew no one would help me, but I always closed my eyes and pressed my hands against the wall.
That moment...
Shwaaaaaa-
I heard the sound of something refreshing brushing my ears, and soon something fell with a halo of light in the air.
"...Oh."
"...Ah?"
"Augh..."
"Lucilion!"
My eyes grew exponentially.
Did Lucilion suddenly fall from the sky into the cell?
Lucilion was dressed in casual street clothes and a tunic.
"What are you doing here...?"
"... My teacher disappeared without a word, so I was looking for her."
"Ah..."
"But teacher, this..."
Lucilion's blue eyes slowly sank and gradually narrowed.
"What are you doing in such a dirty place?"
"... I was kidnapped."
It was embarrassing for me too.
As I stammered my response, Lucilion's lips slightly hardened. He looked around slowly.
"Is he really a nine-year-old...?"
I trust that I won't doubt it even though it's my third life.
"I thought I heard a voice asking for help from somewhere... it was here."
My eyes grew exponentially.
I asked for help in my heart, but how did it reach Lucilion's ears and help him get here?
"Was it my teacher who called me?"
Lucilion, who approached me, knelt down and looked me in the eyes as I sat.
"Maybe."
"As expected, Teacher..."
Lucilion said something meaningful, then slowly lowered his gaze to see Enosh, whom I was holding.
"He's in danger..., he needs to get out immediately..."
Even if the iron cell is tough, it's too tough. As if he noticed my worried gaze, Lucilion spoke softly.
"If my teacher wishes it..."
Lucilion knelt and smiled, placing his palm on Enosh's forehead.
An incredibly pure white light filtered in and penetrated Enosh's forehead.
Enosh's breathing, which seemed to be running out at any moment, became steady, and the eyelids that had lost consciousness slowly opened.
"It's a temporary measure. I can't do anything with his naturally weak body."
"Yes, can you help him escape?"
"If it's what my teacher desires... Whatever it is, I will make it possible."
Lucilion kissed the back of my little hand as lightly as a feather.
I really don't know why.
If I could get people just by giving them a piece of bread, I wouldn't have worked hard all my life to gather my own people.
Surely, he must be plotting something, but...
"Thank you for helping me..."
I need to thank him.
He looked at me with a strange expression at my gratitude and smiled broadly.
"Yes, Teacher."
He got up from his seat, and Enosh, who had been on the floor, moved away from my arms as if slowly regaining his senses.
"Can we go now?"
Lucilion held the cell with one hand and extended the other to me.
"Yes."
The iron bars Lucilion held were enveloped in pure white light and disappeared in an instant.
I also got up from my seat and looked at Enosh. Enosh kept his mouth shut with a pale expression.
His tightly clenched fists were trembling. He must be terrified.
"Let's go."
I said, carefully placing my palm on the back of his hand above Enosh's tightly clenched fist.
"Yes."
Fortunately, there were few people on this side, perhaps because the auction was in full swing.
We put on our tunics and sneaked away from the backstage.
I was going to crawl under the stage where there were few people, but I saw a familiar figure through the curtain.
No, it would be more accurate to say there was someone who seemed to know who I was.
Because everyone was wearing a mask.
"A red dragon mask."
According to the novel's description, there was only one owner who wore this mask.
Someone who dared to use the name of a dragon in this land.
Erno Etham.
He was at the site of the underground auction.
With his chin resting on the back of his hand, he gazed at the stage with a bored look.
