Extraordinary – Ordinary – Soap!

Though I lowered my head, it was silence that returned.

Scary. I'm afraid of silence just because I have a sense that I was forced to do it even though it was put together.

But do I have to keep my abilities (my little ones) that secret? Is it a force that is also unacceptable to help people in need?

Your mother couldn't help you. I tried my best to help, but I had no power to help.

I can't believe I can finally help someone, but I can't help...

"Lucia, could you possibly help Grandpa?

It was Dahlia, not Mr. Ceres, who returned the words to me. He looks at me with some anticipation in his brown eyes.

"I want to help……. Please, Mr. Ceres!

"……… I'm cheating."

I'm freaked out by the sighing words.

Cheats. Maybe so. I'm trying to get through myself by being kind to Mr. Ceres.

"One thing, I have a condition. If you don't accept this, I can't snort either."

"Yes."

Mr. Giotto and Dahlia will be watching our interactions in silence.

"You must evade immediately after you have used your magic. You like that?"

"Huh..."

The conditions put forward by Mr Ceres were too simple.

Is that all right? 'Cause it's dangerous, didn't you mean you shouldn't come near me??

Having clapped out, I accepted that suggestion without realizing the intentions of Mr Ceres hidden behind it.

"If you believe in that power, I believe in you like that. Dahlia is in danger, so stay away from me. Mr. Giotto, please don't say anything else about the details of what is going to happen. Is that good?

"Oh, oh...... But is that okay with you? I can't believe we're attacking Fangas like that..."

To Giotto, who looked incredible, Ceres smiled silently.

"Come on, Lucia, get to the door. Run away as soon as you exercise your magic."

"Is Mr. Ceres………?

"I'm getting out of the cabin, too. Come on, if you want to try it, let's hurry. Dahlia, I'll call you when I'm done, so can you go that way on the wind?

"Yeah!"

Why did you accept me so lightly when I disagreed so much just now?

”If I believe in this power, Mr. Ceres believes in me." I rolled the word in my chest as I saw Daria distancing herself from Mr. Giotto, following Mr. Ceres' instructions.

"Come on, Lucia, get out the door, too."

Mr. Ceres will try to hold my shoulder and take me outside the cabin.

"Whatever happens, leaving this place when you're done putting on” chavon ”. Yeah, maybe as far as Dahlia's. Don't go under the wind. Lucia, you can do it."

My fingers touching my cheeks surprise me very cold.

"Come on."

"Ah...... yes"

Encouraged, I turned to Mr. Jot. I'm also concerned about Mr Ceres, who is in strange shape, but it is Mr Jot who should be concerned now.

Mr. Jot sees me with half-heartedness. I took a deep breath, concentrating on the mushrooms (fan gas) that grow over my head.

I'm sure I'll try to help. It's not like when I was your mother. I'm not as helpless now as I was then.

"" Chavon:! "

"Run!"

The moment I spoke, Mr. Ceres pushed me hard on the back. While confirming the seven-colored chavon balls that glimmer on the edge of my sight, I begin to run according to its voice.

"Lucia!

As I ran to Dahlia, I looked back at the cabin.

"…… Mr. Ceres!

There was no sign of Mr. Ceres behind me. Trying to contain the poorly erected cabin door, Mr. Ceres is in front of the cabin.

Why!? I am confused. Why isn't Mr. Ceres here?!?

"Lucia, don't come this way yet!

"Do it... Mr. Ceres!

"Lucia, you're in danger!"

You must have perceived me trying to rush over. Mr. Ceres' sharp voice struck me like a whip.

In response to that voice, Dahlia embraces me as if she were trying to hold me back.

Believe me, this is what happened!? Why? Shouldn't Mr. Ceres run away with you??

Leaving me confused, Mr. Ceres goes inside when he opens the cabin door.

"Mr. Ceres! Dahlia, get off me!

"Oh no! Don't go!

Daria's face is also blue, which leads to me turning bright blue.

Dahlia's hand, which holds my hand tight, is cold, and that reminds me of Mr. Ceres earlier.

I don't like it. I don't like that, Mr. Ceres!!

A moment seemed like an eternity. He doesn't disappear from his head across the door, and he has cancer and tinnitus.

"... Lucia, Dahlia, it looks like you're okay now. Come."

Some time later, a quiet Mr. Ceres voice called us. A familiar golden head gleams from between the doors in the light of the moon.

I hurried back to Dahlia's cabin when I returned to her voice.

"Mr. Ceres!

"Lucia, I'm sorry. But I'm fine. Come on, Mr. Giotto's waiting."

There was no such thing as - Fangus on Mr. Ceres' head to tell him so.