Chapter 271 (1/2)

The family became bright with William’s dedicated care. Many visitors also came. Bringing nutritious things, offering prayers, there were many allies to kind-hearted women. Alfred also started to help with cleaning the garden and watering flowers for her mother.

I want you to get well soon. Everyone thought so.

“The weather is good today, is not it”

“Hmm, that’s right.”

Except for these two who are the person in question-

“I apologize for any inconvenience this morning”

Early in the morning, Rutgard’s blood loss and falling caused William to cancel all appointments and take care of her. Alfred is temporarily with the source of Hilda. Are you going to visit the school with Eris this time?

“It’s good. I got an excuse to skip my work.”

“Working, is it an important time?”

“The things we should do for the time being are listed and thrown to each department. I was busy when I did not clarify what to do in an emergency situation, but if I made it visible and distributed it would be a task. The degree should be, but for the time being the mountain has passed. ”

I am alone now. That’s why it settles down. It was always so. This feeling of atmosphere is the best solution for two people. It’s a cozy silence for them while silently silently looking at them. This air is so mild and warm that you want to soak it all the time.

“If it is good,”

“How is your health?”

“It’s getting a little worse. I have a poison remaining in my body and getting weak day by day.”

“This poison is the most lethal compound poison among those that seem to kill naturally. It remains in the body even if it crosses the day, and when it exceeds a certain amount, it begins to cause a change in physical condition, and it continues to be taken gradually It leads to weak death. It is indistinguishable from death from disease and there is almost no trace left.

“So there was such a thing in the country. I was surprised to get the poison I hoped for. Oh, there is something like this?”

“You can buy it because you are. The monster I’m alleging wants to kill you. I thought I was a ship on the bridge. I sold the poison I had prepared.”

“Well. Fu, I was dead from this poison anyway.”

Rutgard smiles unrequitedly to his opponent who committed suicide. Her mental condition is no longer understood by her excess. Theory, instinct, twist everything and she laughs. It is quieter than the wayside flowers, but she is beautifully beautiful and smiles more than anyone else.

“It’s the poison I made. It’s better to say that it’s resurrected,” he said. “In the world there was sorcery in this world. It seems that it was used as one of the mediators. It seems that the binding rate to the substance will be increased, and the function as poison is a by-product to the end.

William talks about something he should know only recently, and should not know it. I also talked about Uranos. A life with Gaius, a bond with Ark, now a mysterious past history. I’m just talking about that.

Sometimes they can be told just because they have absolute trust and a clear end.

“Is your poison created? I have a little appetite.”

“Well, you’re really hard to beat. Let’s make a stew now. It’s unpopular with Alfred.”

“I like. Rustic, warm, gentle taste. True, because it tastes like you.”

William slips his cheeks. Her relationship with her is a true accomplice. As I washed and talked with each other about what I had hidden, I learned that she had been carrying his club a long time ago. She had a weapon to kill herself. I did not use it all the time. Instead of using it, it was destroyed on the spot.

William can not but laugh at the madness. If she was a little more active, if she was active, there would have been no chance for others to break in. However, she did not have the courage to step into it. Only there was missing. All the rest was in place-

“That’s true, you remember me, I just remember you,”

“Yeah, it is my best memory. It was a nice, cool boy.”

“A thin slave’s naughty kid, is it really me?”

William looks at Rutgard suspiciously. It is not possible to endure that look and Rutgardo spouts. Although it was a picture surface which was laughable because it was mixed with some blood.

“Let’s talk, then, maybe it will be the last time we can talk this way”

“I want to hear, I don’t want to ask. Let’s just ask. You may remember.”

“Well, then … that’s still my small, yes, it was just the year my mother died.”

The words are spun as Rutgard remembers. It gives contours little by little, and every time a landscape bursts into William’s mind.

That is the story of a long time ago, before the boy was taken away.

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My favorite mother died, and the light has disappeared from Rosa Linde, which was the playground with her. The two older brothers also sank, and in particular, the first brother was away from helping with his job as a father. So, I started to do the imitation of the scholar, so I have no choice but to bother the family.

The girl was also one of the loneliness of the elder brother’s foolery. There is no cause-and-effect relationship between mother’s death and father’s work, and mother will not come back and make no sense even if it is scolded by father. Because it is the imitation of the scholar who does not eat by that, the nature is bad. Who do you think living funds are working on? The money he earned was also due to his father’s father, and he was too childish to quit his job and call him a rebellion, such as a secluded life.

“Let’s learn dance today. You have to be one of the nobles and one of the dances.”

“Yes Father”