134 133. Love under children.txt (1/2)

Who does Aikawa Uzumi like best? .......

The answer is--.

'Hey, who's that ......?　Yotaki is my sister ......, and come to think of it, wasn't there at least one person in the original world ......?　At least one of them is ......, huh?　Isn't there one: ......?　Well, then, that leaves--

--Rastiara?

The only one with potential would be Rustyala.

I liked Rustyala Hoosiers the best (...). That's for sure from the one on the eve of the Nativity.

However, the skill '??' That feeling hasn't retained its original form because of the decomposition and reconstruction in the skill '?? The anger is still there, but not the love that makes your heart race. It has become just a wreckage of distorted emotions that remains.

Even though I know by reason that I liked Rustyala, my emotions can't catch up with me. For the life of me, I can't see how I can love that girl with a busted head.

I think and think and think, but the emotions that are born are more anger than love.

Anger at the skill of playing with your emotions comes first.

'd*mn ......, it's more serious than I thought ....... That's not good .......

Because of this, Aikawa Uzumi is not confident that he likes Rustyala.

Furthermore, even after solving that, the biggest problem still remains.

My main goal is to settle the love issue. The ideal way to get rid of it is for me to be in love with someone else. But I don't think that Rustyala is in love with me. In fact, I'm not even sure if he has romantic feelings for me. According to the story, Rastiara is three years old. Normally, his emotions are still in the early stages of development.

It's hard to think about.

My own love interest and Rustyala's. Both are ambiguous. Both are ambiguous.

Hence, I knew I had to confirm these two things as soon as possible.

I had learned to act early and had made up my mind in my heart to act sooner rather than later. And I promised myself that I would not lie to myself and that I would tell it like it was.

Determined, I made my way to Rustyala's room instead of my own.

Let's see her, talk to her, and find out.

I should move before I regret it.

Walking quickly, I reach Rustyala's room and knock.

'It's me. Can I talk to you for a moment?

Hmmm?　You can come in!

A sleepy voice comes back to me.

I walk into the room without hesitation.

I'm a little nervous to think it's a girl's room, but it's only the first day. Like my room, it's minimally furnished and lacks any girlish features.

One of the furniture - sitting in front of a wooden desk, Rustyala was running a quill pen.

Rustyala was illuminated by the candlelight on the desk. I blush at the sight of her.

She had taken off her usual jacket and was now wearing only a thin layer of clothing.

However, Rustyala herself doesn't seem to mind, so I try not to mind it either.

'What are you writing about ......?'

I call out to Rustyala, curious about what she's getting into.

'Huh. He listened well. This is my memoir. I'm planning to make it into a heroic tale someday when I get a decent amount of it...''

Yeah, that sounds like a fun thing to do.

That's why I'm spending all my time in bed to save the adventures of our hero, Lady Rastiara, for future generations.

Do you mind if I take a look at it from the back?　We can talk about it later.

All right, all right.

Rustyala continues to write, mmmm wrinkling his brow.

I watch it. For now, I decided to wait until I finished writing today's journal.

Me and Rustyala are friends, but we're also kindred spirits. The silence doesn't bother me, and I'm somewhat happy just to be with you.

While waiting, I take out a drink from my ”belongings”. I recommend a drink to Rastiara as well, and wait for the time to pass slowly.

And then the strange time, which doesn't feel short or long, passes, and Rustyala finishes writing.

''Haha, finally a break.''

Good night.

Rustyala stands up and rolls his shoulders to relieve himself.

She looks a little tired. If you look closely, you can see the faint shadows under her eyes, which detract from her supreme beauty.

It appears to be a little wobbly. It was that Rustyala.

''Rustyala, are you tired ......?''

Hmm, that's pretty good.

The reply feels weak, too.

I'm torn.

Maybe I shouldn't talk to a tired Rustyala about something that might make me feel even more tired.

However, I decide to tell her the least. The reason Rustiala is worn out right now is because she has been fighting ever since the Nativity ended.

First of all, I need to apologize for causing it.

''Hey. Well, about the Nativity: .......

”Nativity?

'I'm sorry, Rustyala. After all the things I said in that cathedral, I ended up not fulfilling any of my responsibilities ....... I'm so sorry.

'...... Haha, you can't do everything like that. Kanami isn't a hero, right?

But Rustyala laughed and told him not to worry about it.

I've missed it. This Rustyala's cheerfulness had saved me until the Nativity began.

'Yes, you're right. I'm not a hero. ......

'Kanami isn't a hero, but she did the best she could to be the 'hero' of my story. Kanami taught me to 'be me'. For that alone, I am so grateful.

But then I couldn't protect you from the Hoosiers' pursuers ....... On the contrary--

”-- The contract was 'entertain me'. I'm not saying you have to play 'hero'. Rather, it's my job to do that, so don't take it.

Rustyala would not let me get the chance to apologize.

Realizing that she didn't want an apology, I nodded, calming myself down.

'I see. ....... Okay, I won't say anymore. I'll just say thank you.

Rastiara accepts my ”thank you” with satisfaction.

And me and Rustyala smile at each other.

I understand.

We're friends, so it's only natural that we help each other, and I don't need you to apologize. That's what Rustyala thinks. I admire that admirable way of thinking.

We spend time just smiling at each other in silence.

It's a comfortable time.

After all, I feel most at ease when I'm with Rustyala.

Just when I thought that was the case.

Rastiara turned heavenly and let out a deliberate voice.

''--Oh!　You know, when I didn't remember, you promised to do whatever you said you'd do!　Like!

What?　You'll do anything?　Did I promise you that ......?

I dig up the memories. And I find them.

We had an appointment, for sure. It was when Rowen and I registered for the tournament together.

'We had a bet on whether or not you'd take me out of 'Vualhura'. Heh, that was a win for me, right?

'Oh, oh ....... You said it, but isn't that quaint ......?

No, a promise is a promise. Let's see, what can you do for me: ......?

Instantly, the peace I was feeling dissipates.

I get a headache just by remembering the previous convictions that Rastiara has suggested.

''Hmm, it's hard to think of anything... ......''

If you can't think of something, why don't we pretend it never happened?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm coming up with something!

Rustyala looks panicked and tries to squeeze it out of his head.

I can't stop sweating fat. It's because the answer Rustyala gives after worrying about it is obviously a bad one.

And the answer that Rastiara, who has a huge brain, comes up with after a lot of worrying is--

Well, I suppose I could use a hug.

-- it was unexpected.

It's a pretty request that's too good to be true.

What?　Hugs (hugs) ......?

I return the distracted voice.

'Yes, a hug. ”Yes, hug me tightly. It's like a heroine in a story.