84 Another Story: Abandoned Princes and Wolf Girls 06 (1/2)
”Hey, Al?
”What?”
”Me, don't you have to work?
Acrylic asked Algard yes. Although I took it upon myself to do my job, I don't have a job that looks particularly like work just to study the next day.
Algardo, questioned by an acrylic, answers as he shifts his posture so that he arms together and leads to the back of the chair.
”Taking care of me around me doesn't mean I'm doing anything myself, especially”
”Really?
”Ah.”
”Hmm. But don't you have to clean it?
Remember Clive's story. Acrylic makes repeated inquiries. Doesn't this make sense that you've been asked to do your job?
”Clive will ask for it when he needs it. Plus, I need to teach you how to clean. I guess I'll plant it there when I'm removing it for my use. Besides, what acrylics do today is they study.”
”Yeah. I know most of the words now, but I need to be able to even speak more.”
Acrylic exchanges conversations, but his hands are moving in writing. Writing while having a conversation, because it is parallel, the movement of the hand is the blunt thing acrylic was taken seriously.
But it is from acrylics that we shake the subject, and there is nothing to talk about from Algard. It's just that Algardo is watching the acrylic.
”... Hey, Al”
”What?”
”Are you free?
”... you can't deny it.”
”What's Al doing?
Acrylic asked Algardo, whining bitterly, tilting his little neck.
Algard has many mysteries. Apparently, he's a great guy, but he can't get out of this hall, and he can take care of the acrylic if he's free.
Algardo gives a subtle look, wondering how to answer an acrylic question.
”Especially, nothing”
”Is Al sick or something?
”... what makes you think that?
He said, ”I'm not doing anything. I don't know if you can let me.”
Algardo leaves his subtle expression on Acrylic's anticipation and hands on him to hide his mouth without answering anything.
”... right. Acrylics will be a problem in the future.”
”Yeah?”
”I'm a sinner.”
Acrylic opened his eyes to Algard, who shrugged and stared at Algard's face.
”Sinner...?
”Ah. So being here is a punishment to pay for that sin.”
When Algard tells him what to tell him, he deflects his gaze from the acrylic.
Acrylic marvels at Algard's confession, but sees how Algard is doing and feels unspeakably uncomfortable.
Disgusting as not coming out of the back of my throat. Acrylic distorted his eyebrows to the point where he seemed to be able to grab it in one more step, but couldn't reach it.
”... well”
”... is that all?
Algardo returns his gaze to the acrylic gavel.
Acrylic thought I must be thinking that if it was something more to be said. That's why I was able to say exactly what I was going to say.
”Because I don't think Al is a bad person because Al is a sinner”
”... I wonder. Maybe not, huh?
”Is that a habit?
Acrylic distorted his expression to say it was clearly unpleasant. Algard blinked his eyes when the reaction of the acrylic was something he didn't even think it would be.
”Habits?”
”You look like you want to be the bad guy”
”... because, in fact, you're a bad guy”
Algard groans and makes himself look ridiculous. The smile that floated was the look on Algardo's face that Acrylic had recently begun to see.
That's what crippled Acrylic's mind. The Algardo thing that I never tried to get my thanks for before passes through my brain.
Al.
”... what?
”You regret your sins, don't you?
Algardo breathed like he had been poked in the void. Acrylic keeps staring at Algard moving.
Having noticed the gaze from the acrylic, Algardo slipped away from his gaze at first glance.
”Looks like Al wants to be punished.”
”... does that look like it?
”Visible”
Algardo covered his eyes with one hand to hide his gaze at the pointing out of the acrylic that could be poked straight at.
”Because I don't know Al. So I'm going to say something... but I can't breathe.”
――――
Algard breathed and turned his gaze away at the acrylic with his hands that were hiding his eyes.
There's a full look of surprise there, but that look quickly turns into a bitter laugh.
”... you've been told the same thing”
”Huh?”
My sister told me the same thing.
sister. Acrylic pinned his ear to the word Algard shrugged, and stood up.
”Sister?
”Ah.”
”You said the same thing to me... then I'm sure you're worried about Al”
”- I don't deserve that.”
Quiet, but in a rough tone to slap, Algard ran out of words. Acrylic reveals his surprise at the angry emotions he has never shown before.
Soon Algard realized that his emotions had been disturbed, too, and he held his finger between his brows as the punishment seemed bad.
”... sorry. But I wasn't close to my sister.”
”Really?
”Oh.... maybe I just hated it unilaterally, but yeah”
”... why?
I'm not sure about acrylics. Someone named Algard's sister. The emotions Algardo has towards his sister.