You won't believe it.
At this moment, little Gregor Agamand and I were alone in the garden of the stone castle.
*
At that time, in the small hall, I was about to say "no" to Mrs. Agamand, but Gerard pushed him in the wheelchair and pushed open the door.
"Miss Messiah Rubio," the voice of the boy in the wheelchair was as clear as surging spring water, "Can I...speak to you alone? I am Gregor Agamand."
*
I have to say, little Gregor does have a pretty face.
Unlike Dalien, who is sharp-edged and full of sunshine, he is more like a delicate and fragile crystal doll displayed in the window. I am even afraid that the thorns on those flower branches will scratch his flawless cheeks.
What's the saying?
As cold as moonlight, as melancholy as love-poetry.
This is what he is talking about.
When I looked at him, he also kept looking at me cautiously, but hesitated to speak.
coward.
I judge in my mind.
I really don't understand where such a cowardly guy got the courage to... want to cause trouble for me!
"So, what do you want to say to me?" At this moment, I stood in front of him, squinting at him pretending to be fierce.
He did not speak immediately, but pointed to the bench opposite with his slender fingers slightly nervously.
Looking at him again, I sat down and raised my feet in a bad way. However, the bright eyes in front of me made me put my feet down unconsciously, and I also subconsciously smoothed the wrinkles on the red skirt. .
He seemed to bend the corners of his mouth, and then smoothed the lines there when I frowned.
"Are you going to tell me or not?! If not, I'll leave!"
"Miss Messiah!" He immediately grabbed the ribbon on my sleeves, then immediately realized something was wrong and immediately let go of his hand. "I'm sorry! I just, I just want to beg you for something!" He looked up. He looked up at me. At this moment, I discovered that under the bright sunlight, his eyes were actually dark purple. Whenever he moved his eyes, a string of lights like flowing fireflies would flash out of them. It was so beautiful.
It seems that if I can't help but beat him later, I must avoid his eyes.
I said to myself secretly.
His pointed nose doesn't seem to be punchable either.
If I hit the thin corner of his mouth...will his teeth fly out?
I don’t know if my gaze was a bit scary, but his thick eyelashes began to tremble, which suddenly made me feel better, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"...I want to beg you, don't say that to Aunt Nissa."
Aunt Nissa?
He's talking about Mrs. Agamand, isn't he?
As for "that sentence" that came out of his mouth...oh, that's what I thought, right?
I couldn't help but narrowed my eyes, and grabbed the handle of his wheelchair with a "snap", which seemed to frighten him. He leaned against the backrest and accepted my top-to-bottom inspection, "You know I What do you want to say? Young Master Gregor?"
After a moment of silence, he gently held the handle of the wheelchair and lowered his eyelashes, "...You don't want to marry me. No girl would want to marry a cripple."
"……oh……"
That's right.
It doesn't seem to be the case.
It's obvious that I'm the innocent person who was betrothed, but why do I feel a little hateful? !
"I will never force you to do anything, Miss Messiah. If you really don't want to, I will tell them that I broke the engagement." When he said that, his fingers became so hard that his knuckles became numb. He looked pale, "But I beg you, don't tell Aunt Nissa about this."
I stared at his slightly pursed amber lips, "...Perhaps, I can ask why?"
"She is very ill and the doctor said...she will leave me soon."
I took a small breath.
"She has always taken care of me meticulously, just like a mother. She hoped that I could have my own girl and son earlier, but I ended up like this... What I can repay her with is only short-term and False happiness..." He whispered, lowered his head, paused for a long time, and then added softly in a hoarse voice, "I have not had a mother since I was a child." When he said the last word, his His voice trembled slightly.
oh……
I knelt down in front of him and watched a starlight fall from his eyes and hang on the brown hair on his chest.
At that moment, I just felt that I felt the sadness in his heart, "...You have my guarantee, Gregor."
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he smiled gratefully at me.
"And, I promise," I stretched out my hand, thought about it, and patted his shoulder hard, "I will beg Lazarus and Darien, and we will do our best to help you stand up again. Don't give up."
He was stunned.
*
"Master Gregor!" Unexpectedly, Gerard, who had been sent away by Gregor, came back again. He was in a hurry and his expression was not good.
I think he must be in a bad mood, because after seeing me, he didn't even salute.
"What's wrong? Gerard?" Gregor hid his red eyes in the shadow of his bangs.
"It's Captain Yannis. He wants to see you. Please, please go see him. It's about Mr. Pedgast."
That name made Gregor's pupils shrink suddenly. After a moment of silence, he lowered his head to me apologetically, "Sorry, Miss Messiah, please allow me to deal with some... matters in the manor first."
"Go ahead."
Squeak, squeak, squeak -
His wheelchair turned among the flowers and returned to my side. "You have a warm and kind heart, Miss Messiah. May the Holy Light bless you." Gently, he opened a flower in full bloom. The Monroe flower was placed in my palm.
*
I slept until late at night.
The starlight after the heavy snow was very bright, shining through the gaps in the gauze curtains in my eyes, making me sleepless.
After tossing and turning for a long time, I chose to grab the hem of my skirt and jump off the velvet bed.
I suddenly wanted to take a look at Dallion. I really hope he has recovered now.
*
The carpet was very thick, so I stood on tiptoes and bent my waist, quietly running past the night watchmen who were dozing off and talking in their sleep.
I remember that as long as I went down to the first floor along the spiral wooden staircase, and passed through the cool marble corridor, I could enter the hall with the stone carvings of the ancestors of the Agamand family. Dalyan was in the west corner. in the hall.
*
Squeak--
The wooden door made a slight noise, and at that moment, the brown-haired young man wearing a gray linen shirt and I looked at each other in confusion.
I forgot to put down my left foot that stepped into the door, and he also forgot about the holy light that had just been ignited in his raised right hand.
"Lazarus?!"
"Miss Messiah?!" We called each other's name almost at the same time.
"Why don't you rest in your room?!"
"Why don't you rest in your room?!" We all said in unison.
"...Well..." The attendant outside the door groaned impatiently.
I immediately jumped in the door and locked the door panel with my backhand. Lazarus also immediately turned on the dim magic light.
"Tell me the truth, what are you doing here?" Under the yellow light, I looked him up and down badly, almost to the point where he didn't know where to put his hands. "I knew you had something special for Darien. idea.”
"Oh, that's not it!" He scratched his curly hair and hurriedly put the tome in his hand on the solid wood table. "I just read something in the book. I can't put it down. I want to Come and check. What about you?"
"Me?" I twisted the curly hair on my chest around my fingertips, and chose to walk quickly to the bed and sit on the edge. "I'm also a little worried, and I want to come over and confirm."
Due to the gaze, Dallion still closed his eyes tightly, showing no sign of waking up at all.
He was in pain, his brows were furrowed, and he was trembling between breaths.
I gripped the soft sheets and sighed softly, feeling the worries in my heart welling up.
"I thought about it, maybe there is a hidden reason for the young master's injury. If that's the case, he might be in danger. I have to confirm." With that, Lazarus walked to my side, "I... can we start?"
I immediately gave him the edge of the bed.
"Supreme Holy Light..." He recited a sentence softly, thought for a while, and took out a bottle of blue potion from his bag. Faint magic waves rushed towards his face like cool spring water.
Seeing my suspicious look, he explained with some shame, "My magic power is not as powerful as Lady Natalie or Young Master Darien, so I need some assistance."
I couldn't help but look at his old boots with pudding on them, and suddenly I understood the reason for his embarrassment in life.
"Go on, Lazarus."
"Supreme Holy Light, I want you to pray..." The sound of mantras vibrated in the air.
Soon, the golden holy light washed down like a curtain of hot water and enveloped us all.
One wave.
One wave.
Another wave.
The air was filled with heat, causing a layer of sticky sweat to form on my back.
I gave way all the way to the wall.
Lazarus was seen placing his left hand holding the holy light on Dalien's head, and then slowly moved down, his eyes spraying with golden flames scanning Dalien's body.
call--
When the holy light passed by Dallion's heart, its brightness reached its peak, instantly illuminating the entire room.
"oh!"
I immediately covered my eyes.
Through the gaps between my fingers, I saw golden light as thin as hair constantly moving around in his body, forming chrysanthemum-like magic patterns that bloomed violently, causing a dazzling light that spread out in circles like ripples. On the table and chair, fell on the carpet, and disappeared in front of the dark crack of the door.
Ding--
Something was humming.
I squinted my eyes, and at that moment, I seemed to see that light blue shadow again, floating faintly on Dallion's body. One of the pieces was torn apart and was fluttering in the heat wave, as if it would fly into the air at any time.
The light was too dazzling. After staring for a while, I couldn't help but rub my sour and wet eyes hard. The next second, I couldn't find any trace of the shadow.
*
It can be seen that this magic consumes a lot of Lazarus. After a while, the veins on his forehead have completely burst out, and hot sweat rolls down from his temples one after another, beating. Wet his chest.
He gritted his teeth and his face became more and more solemn, "...Oh my god..."
"Lazarus?"
He held his breath and slowly extinguished the control magic group in his palm.
At that moment, he held on to the edge of the bed and gasped, as if he was about to vomit.
"Lazarus?" I immediately held his shoulders, "Are you okay?!"
"...Thank you...I'm fine..." After a long while, he recovered, turned around, and slumped into the wooden chair next to the bed.
The room was much darker, but the yellow magic light still clearly brought his uncomfortable look into my eyes.
I was so flustered, "So, what are you worried about? What are you sure of?"
He seemed to have used a lot of effort to lift the fine eyelashes that had been shaking. Raising his head, he swallowed the blue medicine in one gulp, "Huh... listen to me, Miss Messiah, the young master's wounds are not on his body, those torn wounds exist on his body. above the soul."
soul?
I couldn't help but gasp at that word.
Could it be... could it be that the light blue shadow I saw just now is Dalien's soul? ! A wound that big on his soul? !
Thinking of that, I suddenly remembered another terrible thing, "...I remember Lord Isenlien said in class that if the soul is injured, people will become fools!"
"As you know, if the soul is missing, the consequences will be very obvious. Therefore, the young master's soul should just be torn, but if the wound on the soul is not treated in time, it will become more and more serious... Maybe his soul will be missing because of this.”
"Oh my god...can't you use magic to cure him?!"
"Magic can only relieve pain, but cannot heal the soul..."
"Then what are we going to do?! Let's... let's send him to Dalaran overnight!"
"We can't move him rashly, Miss Messiah. Oh... tomorrow morning, we have to borrow a communication circle from Mr. Agamand. We can try to ask the great mages of Dalaran for help."
"…and then…disappeared into the sea?"
"...No, let me see..." He held up the thick leather book with difficulty, and his wet gray eyes quickly scanned the dense letters inside, "There should be treatment methods recorded at the back of the book... ...Yes...Yes, that's it...As soon as I recover a little, I'll start making preparations. We have to stabilize his wounds before we can move him, otherwise it will only aggravate his injuries."
"Oh my god...oh my god..." I stood up and walked around the room anxiously, "Tell me, what can I do?!"
After thinking for a moment, he put down the book and said seriously, "We need a pharmacist."
"Sari."
