Two as One Princesses

In the previous life, when I was dying, I had time to think about it because it was not instant death.

I don't know if it's a running lantern, but I didn't regret anything more than not being able to protect the girl.

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It smells like wood. I miss it so much, because I've been feeling all stone cold here lately.

That's how blurring and consciousness came back.

I always felt it, he doesn't have the cold feeling of a cabin, he's sitting on something warm.

As a matter of fact, looking around, the inside of the room was filled with bookshelves.

Of a room about 6 tatami in size, a bookshelf is installed along the wall, as well as dividing the room in half.

I guess my presence here means that the girl has been moved here, but why has she moved now? Is it possible that something has changed because of that event?

Look around to make sure the girl's safe.

That said, in a room that wasn't big, she was soon found. At the same time, I lost my word.

Her hair, which was golden, was white or out of color, injured, bandages wrapped around her hands, feet and neck. I can't see it in my clothes, but it looks like it's wrapped around my stomach.

The sharp pain that causes it can be inferred from the familiar feeling that it would have been cut with a knife.

I was sitting on the ground in that state and reading a thin book.

Only the para... para... and the sound of her turning the page dominate this room.

My eyes don't feel alive, and I'm going to mistakenly admit that I may have become a machine for silent reading of books.

Oh... and my voice leaks. She's so beautiful, like a doll right now, that it's going to break when she touches it. But that vivid scar, the painful sight, is also proof that I couldn't protect her again.

The determination to protect me next is broken at some point, and the voice that blames me clings to my head again.

I'm going crazy.

I sincerely think you want to die here.

But if she goes crazy here, if she dies, the next time she's taken her life, she's gone.

To say that her wounds have not healed only means that her importance has decreased in the man. It's about that man, if anything, he'll kill her easily.

So, I don't think I'll forgive you, but even she may think it's a wish, but when she's abandoned by a man, I have to protect her.

Let's start with that heart. The only thing I can do is make a bond, explore around, or sing, so now all I can do is pray for her to be a little distracted and sing.

And she can still start all over again as a person if she floats only a tiny bit of anger at me for not being able to help her until this happens in her eyes like nothing is pictured.

Believe that, I speak out to sing a quiet song, a song that is in silence and not deafening, in the kindest voice I can.

But my voice, which was shaking my emotions by her current state of affairs, is also shaking badly and not a song.

Pity. Now the only thing you can do, too, is no longer possible?

But being such a pitiful me, I'm sure she'll show her anger, too.

I thought so, and when I looked at her, I opened my eyes to my surprise, and from both ends of my jewel-like blue eyes, tears were pouring down.

Then, with her eyes narrowed, she slowly opens her mouth.

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The sound of rolling a bell is very comfortable for your ears.

But I don't know what you said. Because of this, she said something to me.

What you can tell is that you're not angry and that you're asking something.

'... sorry, I don't know'

Even though my throat is clogged, I manage to return it.

You might understand what I'm saying differently, though I don't know. Still, because you can't not not give it back.

She nodded as she was convinced of something, wondering if she had blinked twice, reaching over here.

When her fingers, young and small, touch me, my presence softly enters her.

It's like being possessed by her, accustomed to it, but I'm pretty sure this calms down very much. But I wasn't sure what she intended.

In the first place, how does she recognize me?

What do you think of your situation? There's a lot I don't know, but the first time I had a conversation today, she felt more grown up than she seemed.

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Unlike the chamber where there was nothing, in this room where there were many books, she reads books extensively.

Apparently, she wasn't yet proficient in letters either, she was reading something with a low number of characters per page.

I've never touched a letter before, so naturally, I'd rather be pretty good at it.

At least, I'm smarter than I've been with you for a few years and I don't remember the words.

Is that why, after reading the book by herself for a while, she makes a slow noise while holding her finger,

Probably trying to make me remember the letters and words.

Although she will have her own studies, there have been previous failures, so she decided to let her care sweeten her. Or I can't get the word out of it to shy away.

You know that she knows me well and is willing to do this. Besides, you may also understand that words are different.

I think he's a really smart kid. Speaking of when I was about her, I guess I wasn't even in elementary school yet, and I couldn't even read the letters if I sucked.

I don't like to stay still, I think I was rolling out right away.

The difference so far must be because you won't be able to live without excellence, although there will be some original work done. Thinking about it, her excellence seems sad.

When I read the book, they taught me the letters and wondered if I had anything else to do, I felt signs that people were approaching me.

I checked on the detection, and it seems that a different person from the man in the example is approaching this room.

Focus your consciousness so that you can protect her as soon as something happens so that there won't be three times.

Visitors who came to the front of the door came slightly into the room without knocking.

Butler, a little older than that guy, looks like he's wearing even a perfectly facial expression that doesn't change his face at all.

It is very creepy, coupled with a sure outfit, with a tray on its hands.

He cluttered, on the ground, with the door behind his back, and put his arms together. I said something to the girl, but it probably feels like "eat" or something.

What was on the tray was the hard looking bread and the thin looking soup. Still, for the first time in years as far as I'm concerned, I'm a little impressed with a meal-like meal.

Nevertheless, it is a crude meal. That guy isn't coming, either, and I'd say the girl's worth a little less. Because I don't want to let go, I want to study. Is that a good inclusion?

And then I'm curious about the black spherical thing on top of the tray that I dared ignore. It doesn't seem to be food, and if I could think about it, would it be medicine?

The girl approaches the tray, chops the bread and dips it in the soup without giving a glimpse into the noodle buttler.

I carry softened bread into my mouth, but I can't even say it tastes good in flattery.

Plus, I'm having a hard time swallowing because I haven't had a decent meal before. When I went through my throat, I felt like the bread caught on, leaving me uncomfortable.

But it's many times better than being cut off a blood vessel and forced to shed mysterious fluid.

I thought the bread and soup were gone and the meal was over, but the girl looks at the black balls mysteriously.

From where I'm standing, you don't want a drink. But Nobu Butler doesn't seem to forgive me for that.

I haven't been comfortable watching this one since I was eating. I guess it's ten or eighty-nine surveillance.

Never mind, a girl takes a pill.

Then just around my stomach began to have a fever, and that fever began to spin all over my body.

I'm sure this feeling is magical, but I guess it's rampant, it's not easy to scale. Does it feel like you're pumping more blood into your blood vessels than you need?

If you're not circulating your magic at high speed, you've lagged somewhere, but at the end of the day, your body is going to be destroyed from there.

If you feel it often, you can see it circulating in every single hair to do something about this overflowing magic.

It would also be because of this change in the color of the girl's hair.

If someone who has never used any magic before has used this medicine, I would definitely die.

But the girl's magic cycle was always mine. [M] Thanks to that, or in agony, I guess she could bear it.

But I think it'll be easier from today on. Because if it's this much magic manipulation, it's not difficult.

As the girl was squeezing her eyes to withstand her physical malaise, she engages in magic manipulation.

She was uncomfortable, too, and although she was kind of resistant at first, she quickly let me loose here.

What I can tell by circulating it with glue is that this magic power is easier to manipulate compared to a girl's. Is it because the magic gained from the medicine does not belong to anyone so far?

Because it's magic put in from the outside, or if it keeps circulating, it disappears like it evaporates.

It's kind of a waste to disappear like this. Wouldn't it be useful in the future if I could make this my own?

Hopefully, I'll increase the girl's magic and be able to defend herself somehow, but I'll try to do it myself first with safety in mind.

It's not that hard because all you have to do is push the magic of the medicine you're circulating into a tube that leads to your soul.

When I do it all at once, I feel like the magic has increased, even if it doesn't dramatically as a result of slowing down and transferring magic because my soul was going to collapse or feel weird.

You can see that a few percent of what was rampant will be restored.

If you noticed, Nomi Butler was gone and the girl was decent.

After that, time for reading begins again.

For a while, I was concentrating on the book, so I thought maybe I should interrupt, but suddenly she closed the book and started looking for something.

And when you stop gazing at me, you look me in the eye.

I was neck to neck wondering what you wanted to say, and the girl spoke out.

It's like Japanese, a little different from Japanese, which apparently masks my song.

I mean, do you mean sing? Singing is my only pleasure, though if I can sing.

If you think so and sing, the girl dances like she's having fun. With her shackles gone and a world where she could move freely, her dancing was fantastic as if the fairy were dancing, combined with her bright white hair.