Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"You're really bullshit."

"Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment. Well, it'll only take a minute or two, so I'm gonna borrow Chris for a bit."

Saying so, Mr. Selva takes my hand with refreshment.

Mr. Mark laughed bitterly, "I don't have a choice," lightly powered up and let me go. Mark, who just went into the shade as he was, is starting to cleverly smoke his chops while leaning against the wall.

Somehow, it switches quickly.

I stared unexpectedly, and Mr. Mark and I met each other in the eye.

"Just enough to take a breath, do it. Selva, don't make me tired."

"It's okay, because I'm a little tired and Chris is no damage."

Saying so beforehand, Mr. Selva escorts me to the stairs near the back door.

"You've been moving your body since just now, haven't you? You'd better sit down while we're sending magic."

There is no convenient chair around the back entrance of the store. I mean, you're telling me that you should sit on this staircase and rest.

I honestly sat down and offered my hands to receive the magic, and for some reason, Mr. Selva's face was down.

"I've always thought that Chris is a real commoner for a pretty high-ranking nobleman... you don't feel more of an aristocratic obsession"

I don't know why I suddenly thought so, but I'm sure that would be the impact of a previous life. In the first place, I was a high school girl who also worked part-time in Japan, so I was a burly common man, so I'm not surprised that I'm a common person.

And unfortunately, I thought that this world would become a common people at a later stage, so I honestly thought that noble manners and education would be halfway heard and nobility would not be fostered. I also feel a little backwardness in the second half.

"I don't hesitate to sit on the ground, and I don't hate it when they take my hand like this"

"Ah..."

On both hands gripped, I feel the warmth of the magic sent by Mr. Selva.

That's weird, it seems like it's easier to feel magic than last time...?

"I wouldn't mind if I were you now, of course, but you should be careful when you are the original... aristocratic figure. How many people are after your gap?

Mr. Selva's magical powers slowly began to circle through his body. Last time I couldn't feel the magic circulation, this time I could feel it going from hand to arm, through both arms to chest, head, legs... every corner of my body.

"Are you listening? Chris."

Yeah... I know you're saying something... but I don't know why Mr. Selva's voice sounds so far away, so close, so shaky.

"Hey... is that it? Chris!?

Mr. Selva's hasty voice. I wonder what's wrong.

"It's okay!? Chris, huh? Why!?"

"Chris, are you okay! Selva, what happened!

"I don't know, I don't think so."

Two hurried voices echo in the back of my head. I want to reassure you, but I don't have a voice......

I'm sorry.

It wasn't until then that I was kept conscious.