81 Another Story: Abandoned Princes and Wolf Girls 03 (2/2)

”... there is no guarantee that you will not betray me at the end”

”No one can betray others. It's people who betray themselves. … but”

Algard's hand reaches for the acrylic. Acrylic hardens itself due to the agitation of the reaction. Because Algard's outstretched hand had no killing spirit, no hostility.

Pong, and Algard's hand can be put on the acrylic head. With his head caressed with gentle hands as it is, acrylic blinks.

”I don't want to betray you,” he said. I can act with that in mind. ”

……

I don't know, I think acrylic. I can't tell what a man named Al looks like in acrylics. Perhaps I can understand it if I know what the circumstances are that he doesn't talk about.

I have no reason to believe it. I can tell you I won't betray you with my mouth, I won't fool you. If you just say it, anyone can do it if you just look good.

(Still... if Al, can I be fooled)

I don't want to think this gentle hand is a lie. Acrylics couldn't let go of this warm time.

”Al. I want you to listen to me. About me, to you.”

”... oh, let me hear it for sure”

Algardo nods loudly at the words that Acrylic tells him by squeezing his expression.

Seeing Algard nodded, Acrylic breathed heavily, getting his breath ready before slowly starting to talk.

”I don't know if I'm from what Al calls the Cambus Kingdom. 'Cause I never got out of there.”

”Lee?”

”We called ourselves Licant. It's been told that werewolves, people and demon wolves, were born together. I don't know if it's true...”

Acrylic's mouth remains heavy, he says, because he was not interested. Algard was listening arm in arm to arm to acrylic circumstances spoken in a voice smaller than the pompous and normal volume of voice.

”We, Ricant, lived in the woods. I hunted beasts and demons, gathered the grace of the woods, and lived there.”

”So wasn't Ricant interacting with the outside world?

”It wasn't supposed to be a good thing to be involved with people outside. If anyone gets lost, I'll chase them back, or I won't do anything if I see them in the woods. I didn't want to have to get involved until I got out.”

”... but now you're out”

”I was caught, by a human.”

Acrylic whines as he turns to hold his own body tight. Algardo frowned at the word ”grab”.

”I don't know if that's what Al calls a canvas kingdom. But there were a lot of people. There were all sorts of other races gathered there.”

”Various races? That means it's just like Licant...”

”Yes, the humans call us subhuman.... where they forced me to kill.”

”Murderer...”

”It wasn't every time. But he asked me to help him fight again and again. If I refused, they would whip me, skip my meal... I thought I'd die many times, and I even thought you'd kill me.”

Behind Acrylic's brain comes a clear resurgence of the past he experienced.

The fact that he was caught in return for trying to chase back a man who approached him inside. From then on, every day they put me in a rough hut and force me to fight.

Some of them wanted to kill people. If I don't kill him, I'll be whipped myself. On the contrary, he was about to be killed by a relative human.

”I no longer have the strength to defy, and no one around me ever opens my mouth... it was hell”

”... so you could get away with it?

”When we escaped, we were being transported somewhere. I was put in a cage, but less people than usual. I took the lead, but the other kids broke into the woods because of me.”

”So, you said you got here?

”... yes. I've been wandering for days without knowing.”

Acrylic exhaled deeply to say so, saying that he had said it all out.

Algard is silent for now to put his hand on his chin and think in.

”... can you think of any worries about the chaser?

”Oh, I don't know...”

”Right...”

To breathing Algardo, Acrylic was breathtaking. I was here, fed, in a place to calm down and relaxed. But the possibility that I might be pursued had not yet disappeared.

Maybe, and the imagination comes to mind behind the acrylic brain. Maybe Al will try to kick himself out, he said.

”... don't worry”

”Huh?”

”I won't throw it out. This is also on the edge of something. I told you that.

Soothe his expression. Algardo continues with a grin, either to reassure him.

”He wants to know about acrylics. About a species called Licant, about an acrylic individual. I mean, for me, you deserve to be invited as a guest. So... oh, yeah”

Stroking Acrylic's cheek, Algardo continues with his brow butt dropped like trouble.

”I'll protect you.”

”... Huh...!

To the words, acrylics shook my mind with much more intense shocks than I thought.

He was grabbed from the inside, forced to do unwanted things, wandered ahead of him and fled with his life, and arrived here.

Here is Al, who throws a bunk and gentle words that will not be threatened by a warm meal. Acrylic thought that was definitely a happy thing.

Acrylic thought he was saved. That unconsciously unties the shackles of fear that were tying the acrylic.

”... me, can I stay here?

”If that's what you want. Let's hope I want you here.”

That was the word I wanted above all for Acrylic.

He said it's okay to stay here. Someone will be here to admit it.

Earliest, speechless. It just gets hot in the back of my eyes and makes me cry one after the other.

Algardo, who had his hand on his cheek, turns his hand around the back of the acrylic. Acrylic deposited his forehead with Algard so that he could lean over to the plump of his hand, which was accompanied by a one-handed hug.

Algardo just keeps stroking his back, crying acrylic without words. Until the acrylic is tired of crying and sleeping, all the time.