Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"What did you just say?

I listen back because the unfamiliar sounding words came out of Isna's mouth.

"I said it was nice. No, I think it's nice to think of you, but I think I should tell you that your feelings are getting too hypertrophic and leaking out of your mouth."

Isna, who woke up her body, said so without any precipitation.

"I see..."

I don't know what to do, Isna went crazy.

"Huh..."

Isna is stroking her still bright red painful marks of neck with beautiful thin fingers as she leaks her troubled exhale.

"Does it hurt...? I'm so sorry..."

"Why are you apologizing?

"No, the... marks..."

"It's a sign that I'm yours, isn't it?

Isna rubs those marks with her fingertips as she says so, lovingly.

What do we do in earnest......

"Again, can I ask you a question?

We need to check the extent of the damage in the meantime......

"Yeah, whatever."

"Do you know my name?

"Isna."

"What's the name of one younger sister?

"Sun"

"Who am I?

"My Absolute"

It's completely broken.

No, I broke it...

"... take a big, deep breath once, like pumping oxygen into your brain"

When I say so, Isna obeys, and Su takes a big, deep breath of several degrees.

Yes, it's still too early to decide it's gone crazy.

Maybe it's just a lack of oxygen blurring my head out.

"What's my sister's name?

"Anna."

"What's the name of my youngest sister?

"Fem."

"Who am I?

"God, or True Idea"

Somebody help me......

Without knowing what to do, I hold my head.

I just have to report everything to Rosé for now.

You may not be fired if you find that one of your precious warrants has gone crazy.

But it's all a consequence of my own lapse. I just have to spoil it and accept it.

Dad, Mom, I'm sorry......

"Hey, hey."

When I'm about to be squashed with regret, I'm stuck around my shoulder and poked at my fingertips.

"... what's up?

"Can I sleep with you?

"... no"

I've been thinking about doing whatever they say, but not on boulders, ethically.

"Teasing...... But it's nice in there too..."

Look at Isna staring at my face with a lucid look.

In the first place, what a costume this guy is in to a man's room.

Even though I usually wear skin area clothing, this is almost underwear already.

Besides, my body is wet for some reason, and I can clearly see the line of my body because of the thin clothes stuck together.

"What?

I look at that body. You notice my gaze, Isna asks as she peeks into my face.

That too, until yesterday, no, in such a soft tone that it was unthinkable until a few hours ago.

"No, why did you come to my room in the first place..."

"It's a great willingness to make me..."

I called Rosé.

"- So..."

Explain what just happened to Rosé.

Don't cover up the fact that Isna visited my room in the middle of the night, that I misidentified it as suspicious and attacked it, and then everything went wrong with Isna.

"Yes, I understand."

Having heard the explanation, Rosé did not show any unusual reactions and now turned to Isna.

"So, Master Isna. May I make a few confirmations?

"Well, you don't have to do that. I'm fine."

"Just listen to Rose."

"Okay..."

I have no idea why this happened, but I'm just sure you'll listen to me honestly anyway.

While Rose asks Isna a few questions, she focuses on her head and examines its body.

Does this competent maid also possess knowledge of medicine, and she has hands-on physical and psychological confirmation of it?

And...

"I don't see any particular anomalies"

With an unusual faceless expression, I said that clearly.

"That's why I told you. I'm not crazy anywhere."

"Really, really?

"Really, really, really."

"Then what am I to you?

"You're all about me..."

Isna, saying so, has embraced me as if to tangle her own arm in my arms to do so to her lover.

The sensation of soft skin wet by sweat is transmitted over the garment.

Is it specific to the dreamer, or a sweet scent that melts his brain similar to Mr. Eschl's tickles his nostrils.

My head comes as a blur.

I'm about to be flushed by the atmosphere, but I shake my head off and shake it off.

And I glanced at Rose and said, 'Is this still really normal?' Tell him.

"... So, good night"

Did that not tell you, or did you still decide it was no problem after you passed it on, Rose quietly walked out of the room as she graced us.

And the room was left with me and an unusual Isna taunted by the person in charge that it was normal.

"Well then... shall we go to bed too..."

Isna says so, lifting the hem of the sheet to invite me.

"Isna......"

"What?

"In the meantime, you go back to your room, too"

"... yes"

With that said, Isna followed her astonishingly honestly and went out of the room with a light foothold that seemed to have no worries whatsoever.

I was left alone, and the room went back to the way it should have been.

Exhale loudly and lie down in bed.

From the soft mat comes the limp cold and smell of moisture that is not mine.

And when I meditated on my eyes, I left everything to Mamori to pray that what had happened in this short time was a strange dream.