216 Twenty-five words: "Pretty dress." (1/2)

--If you don't want to rely on me, that's fine, of course. Then I swear I won't wield any power of my own. Not as a queen, not as an individual. Or perhaps you'd like to tell me if I can count on you.

These words came from the heart of Erdis. There was no hiding the fact that there was some irritation in her heart.

Her blood pulses raced through her body at a painful pace. Erdis could see that his instincts, which were normally covered by the shell of reason, were now clawing at him and accusing him.

Her own knight had relied on others instead of her own soldiers, that was all. But that fact alone is too much for Elddis to bear.

I'm not sure what to make of it, Lugis.

As if to corner the knight in front of her, the queen narrowed her eyes and closed the distance. It's a good thing that you're not the only one. It's a good idea to take a look at a few of the most common types of shoes and boots.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it. I want to hear your voice. I can't wait to feel safe. Elddis bites her dry lips lightly.

What if, what if...? If Lugis really thought that my men were unreliable. If she thought I was unreliable...

That would mean that I am not following Rougis' orders. The order to be a great queen.

Oh, I don't want that. I don't like that. I don't want to think that I'm not being useful to him, that I'm not following his orders. Because obeying orders is a sign of bondage. As long as I'm following orders, I'm bound to him.

Lugis said as he tied me up. I complied. So this pledge must be absolute. At least to Elddis, it's as solid and shiny as a jewel.

Erdis felt his throat make a loud noise and his eyelids twitch. She waited, patiently, for Lugis to move his lips and speak.

I said, ”...... of course. I'm counting on you. Too much.

You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few things to do.

As soon as she heard those words, Elddis activated the cause and effect of the spirit art in her skull. The formula had already been incorporated. A few cues in her head and it would happen.

Immediately, a flood of information poured into Elddis's mind. His, Lugis's information.

--There's no disturbance in his breathing or pulse, and the spirit says he's not lying.

Erdis's cheeks naturally softened. His eyes seemed to have softened at the same time. His words were the truth that came from the depths of his heart.

He was not speaking in trust or speculation about Lugis. Elddis's heart cannot rest on such easy things.

This is the certain truth. The dark green uniform worn by Lugis, and the multiple ornaments worn by him, give us all the answers.

The items that Erdis sent to Lugis were all woven by Erdis' spirit magic. Every strand of thread, every piece of bracelet, was crafted with the power entrusted to her by the Great Spirit. He even spared his food and sleep.

Erdis's spirit art used to be used only to create illusions to look around the outside world from inside the tower. But now it has been condensed and fixed into a foreign object, a spirit device, crafted into a spirit's fallen child. The elves who were favored by the spirits created a few of these beyond-wisdom beings in their lifetimes, and then they used up their lives and died. It's as if it's their destiny.

In a way, the device is Erdis' alter ego. How lovely it is to see him clad in it.

His breathing, his movements, everything that his body emits is now held in the palm of Elddis's hand as a natural consequence, like water spilling from upstream to downstream.

I want to know everything about him, what he's doing, what he's thinking. That's a given, Elddis thinks. And now it's happening. Wonderful.

Of course, if you swallow everything all the time, you'll be swallowed up in the murky waters of information. But it's easy to make this kind of temporary use of it.

And so, all of the information that I can give you now tells you. Lugis is not lying, and he is counting on me.