Aaaa ...
Geneon looked at Abel with wide eyes.
His urgent cries were like a siren, announcing with all its might the danger he was in, flying like a shell.
“Abel!!! You human!!! Accept me!!!”
“Huh? Huh!”
A black thing is flying. Abel, who was blankly watching the sudden situation, belatedly ran and caught Geneon who was thrown away.
Only after seeing that Geneon was safely in Abel's arms did Simone breathe a sigh of relief and look at the living soul.
Wow, that's it for the end.
“How dare you insult my staff!”
Simone watched the fleeing creature with a face of horror before shooting a blast of mana at it.
“Ahh!”
Marcel's soul fell limply.
A soul that has left the body is just a soul.
Although they have memories of their time in the flesh, their intelligence is far inferior to that of humans.
But the case is a little different for that soul, which is a living being.
There must be a mixture of Marcel's consciousness as herself and her instincts as a soul.
Marcel wants to live. She also really wants to save Millie.
But the instinct of a soul, a living being that has escaped, simply wants to escape from the bonds of the body without any reason.
So, she must have been losing consciousness and eventually collapsed under Simone's questioning.
“Tsk.”
Simone clicked her tongue lightly and dragged the living soul to Marcel.
“I don’t like it!!!! Ugh, I don’t like it!!!!”
“No. You have to go in. Once you go in, you’ll be in pain and miserable at first because of the wounds, but soon you’ll be glad you came back.”
Simone dragged the struggling creature, who refused to go, to sit in front of Marcel.
Then the living being took a deep breath, stopped moving, and stared at herself in front of her.
Even though she struggled so hard not to return to the body, when she saw herself lying there as if dead, she felt uneasy for no reason.
Marcel's soul shut its mouth, which had been wide open in a fit of rage, and looked back and forth between itself and the dead Millie.
Then, with a sad expression, she absorbed herself into the body.
'I guess you still have some feelings for Millie.'
At least that was the last expression Simone saw of the living being.
Just when the situation was almost over, Orkan and El poured out of the air with the sound of a whirlwind.
“Whoa!”
“Hey! Mr. El, are you okay?”
"...No."
El, who failed to land on his butt after teleporting, stood up with a blush on his face in embarrassment.
Orkan looked at him with concern, and then he felt the gazes of Simone, Abel, and Geneon staring at him, and he hurried over.
“I heard that Abel had an urgent matter that could put his life at risk, so I brought Lord El with me! What is it?”
Simone glanced at Abel at the urgent sound of his voice.
“Why? Two people each?”
“Isn’t more the better?”
“Huh?... Oh well, the more the better.”
Simone ignored Abel's confused words and motioned for Orkan and El to come closer.
Honestly, it didn't matter how many things she had to ask of them, but she didn't want to waste time nitpicking about Millie and Marcel.
Orkan and El approached without knowing what was going on, then looked at Simone with startled expressions after seeing Millie and Marcel.
“What is this...?”
Seriously, what is this...
They couldn't even open their mouth properly at the sight of the two girls in shock.
One girl was already long dead and in an advanced state of decomposition, while the other girl was in better condition, but still not in good condition.
Why on earth are these two people who were supposed to be hunting ghosts in the lake with a corpse?
Simone pointed at Marcel without warning as if there was no time to explain.
“This girl is alive. She was separated from her soul for a while and then came back, but anyway, she needs treatment.”
Then Simone immediately pointed at Millie.
“That person. Can’t we just return her to her original appearance?”
Whether it was El or Orkan, she didn't care. Simone wanted to restore Millie's ruined appearances back to their original forms, no matter what kind of magic they used.
“What a pitiful thing..."
Orkan looked at the two girls for a moment as if he was at a loss for words. He turned to Marcel as if he had decided that it was something he could not do.
Simone looked at El without saying a word.
It seemed as if she was asking if he could do it. El looked at Millie quietly and sighed.
“It’s a very tiring and time-consuming task. Besides, restoring the appearance of a dead human being is a completely useless task.”
“So you’re saying that you can still do it?”
“I can do it, but it doesn’t benefit me.”
Fairies don't show much emotion to humans. They do show affection to a limited number of humans, but other than that, they are just humans.
Whether living or dying, it was just a life without any emotion.
Restoring a damaged human appearance is like combing crushed clay again or sewing torn cloth with thread, but it is a task that consumes time, effort, mental power, and mana.
He didn't want to waste his energy on something useless.
El naturally declined Simone's offer. Seeing him like that, Simone took out something hidden in her bosom and showed it to him.
“Come to think of it, I found this while I was saving up the interest?”
El's eyes, which had indifferently seen the object in Simone's hand, stopped and soon became strangely colored.
"That..."
A transparent bead emitting a brilliant light. Light sparkled in Elle's eyes.
It was different from the magic stone, and the natural energy was too strong for it to be something made by humans.
But can something from nature be so round and transparent?
When El seemed interested, Simone rolled the marble in her palm and said.
“It looks like something from the Goyo tribe that lives in this lake.”
“If it's from the Goyo tribe... are you talking about the mermaid tribe?”
“Yes, I am guessing that the girl named Marcel was saved by the mermaid tribe protecting her with this.”
“It even has healing properties. It’s a natural object that has both light and healing properties...”
Mermaids live in the sea and fairies live in the forest.
The two races have never met each other, so the fairies have a vague curiosity about the mermaids.
Especially for a fairy with a great thirst for knowledge like El, this would be something he couldn't help but be interested in.
Simone said.
“I have ten of these.”
“Ten each?”
“When did you get that?”
Abel grumbled as if he couldn't believe it. It's amazing that she even took care of that while he was absent-minded.
“I’ll give you five of them. What do you think? Then, it’ll be beneficial for you, El?”
El, who had opened his mouth without realizing it, hesitated and took the beads from Simone.
“I will do it. It will take ten days. Come to me in ten days.”
"Thank you."
That's it. Simone looked at Millie with a complicated expression.
As El said, what good would it do to try to restore the appearance of someone already dead?
But...
“Take me home. To where my family is.”
It was barely audible, but Millie's voice was clearly asking for something like that.
At least so that her family, who had to accept Millie's death, would not have to see their daughter so miserably ruined.
Millie, who missed her family, wanted to return her appearance to the way it was before so that she could say goodbye to her family the way she did while she was still alive.
That was the most Simone could do to mourn.
A few days later, Marcel, who had been unconscious, barely woke up.
Of course, they said that she had just woken up and that it would take at least a year of treatment to regain her health.
A few days after Marcel woke up, Millie's appearance was restored.
Although El showed a strong desire not to do it, he did it perfectly since it was something he was paid for.
Millie was able to return to her family's embrace, just sleeping comfortably.
“How could this be... How could this be!”
“My daughter... no... Baby, please open your eyes.”
Simone looked at her family, who were holding Millie and sobbing in disbelief, and thought to herself that she was truly grateful that she had recovered.
For parents who have lost their only daughter, it would be a small consolation to be able to send her off in a completely intact state, even if it is fake.
Simone watched them sadly for a while and then quietly left the room.
And the next day, Millie's funeral was held.
“You may have guessed it. But I wanted to see the child’s face one more time, even if it was the last time. Thank you.”
Millie's parents held Simone's hands as she came to the funeral and spoke with a haggard look on their faces.
“No. I hope you overcome it well.”
Simone offered them some brief words of comfort and then went to Marcel, who was shedding tears without even being able to approach Millie's coffin.
Marcel was deeply saddened when she learned that Millie had been coming to her every night to save her.
“I should have told you not to go home that day and just sleep at my house.”
Marcel said with difficulty.
Only then was Simone able to hear the truth about that day from Marcel.
She said that the day the accident happened was the day she spent time at Marcel's house.
It was foggy and rainy that day, so while waiting for the rain to stop, it became late at night.
Millie said she was scared to go back to the mansion alone late at night, and Marcel offered to walk her home so they could talk some more.
Going home after playing until late at night was a very common occurrence between the two of them, and since they always took that route, they didn't think it would be too dangerous, so they didn't take it lightly.
“...When the carriage skidded on the rainy road and fell into the lake, the coachman thought we were already dead and went out onto the lake alone.”
She thinks it's really fortunate that even the coachman survived.
But what if he had opened the door of the collapsed carriage before he escaped?
If only the coachman who came out of the lake had not run away to avoid responsibility and reported this accident to someone.
It would have been better if that had happened.
"Millie..."
My only friend.
A friend who tried to save me even after death.
“How can it be so painful... How..."
Simone looked up at Marcel, who was crying without being able to control her body, with bitter eyes.
Millie, now her subordinate, was looking down at her with pity.
Geneon looked at Abel with wide eyes.
His urgent cries were like a siren, announcing with all its might the danger he was in, flying like a shell.
“Abel!!! You human!!! Accept me!!!”
“Huh? Huh!”
A black thing is flying. Abel, who was blankly watching the sudden situation, belatedly ran and caught Geneon who was thrown away.
Only after seeing that Geneon was safely in Abel's arms did Simone breathe a sigh of relief and look at the living soul.
Wow, that's it for the end.
“How dare you insult my staff!”
Simone watched the fleeing creature with a face of horror before shooting a blast of mana at it.
“Ahh!”
Marcel's soul fell limply.
A soul that has left the body is just a soul.
Although they have memories of their time in the flesh, their intelligence is far inferior to that of humans.
But the case is a little different for that soul, which is a living being.
There must be a mixture of Marcel's consciousness as herself and her instincts as a soul.
Marcel wants to live. She also really wants to save Millie.
But the instinct of a soul, a living being that has escaped, simply wants to escape from the bonds of the body without any reason.
So, she must have been losing consciousness and eventually collapsed under Simone's questioning.
“Tsk.”
Simone clicked her tongue lightly and dragged the living soul to Marcel.
“I don’t like it!!!! Ugh, I don’t like it!!!!”
“No. You have to go in. Once you go in, you’ll be in pain and miserable at first because of the wounds, but soon you’ll be glad you came back.”
Simone dragged the struggling creature, who refused to go, to sit in front of Marcel.
Then the living being took a deep breath, stopped moving, and stared at herself in front of her.
Even though she struggled so hard not to return to the body, when she saw herself lying there as if dead, she felt uneasy for no reason.
Marcel's soul shut its mouth, which had been wide open in a fit of rage, and looked back and forth between itself and the dead Millie.
Then, with a sad expression, she absorbed herself into the body.
'I guess you still have some feelings for Millie.'
At least that was the last expression Simone saw of the living being.
Just when the situation was almost over, Orkan and El poured out of the air with the sound of a whirlwind.
“Whoa!”
“Hey! Mr. El, are you okay?”
"...No."
El, who failed to land on his butt after teleporting, stood up with a blush on his face in embarrassment.
Orkan looked at him with concern, and then he felt the gazes of Simone, Abel, and Geneon staring at him, and he hurried over.
“I heard that Abel had an urgent matter that could put his life at risk, so I brought Lord El with me! What is it?”
Simone glanced at Abel at the urgent sound of his voice.
“Why? Two people each?”
“Isn’t more the better?”
“Huh?... Oh well, the more the better.”
Simone ignored Abel's confused words and motioned for Orkan and El to come closer.
Honestly, it didn't matter how many things she had to ask of them, but she didn't want to waste time nitpicking about Millie and Marcel.
Orkan and El approached without knowing what was going on, then looked at Simone with startled expressions after seeing Millie and Marcel.
“What is this...?”
Seriously, what is this...
They couldn't even open their mouth properly at the sight of the two girls in shock.
One girl was already long dead and in an advanced state of decomposition, while the other girl was in better condition, but still not in good condition.
Why on earth are these two people who were supposed to be hunting ghosts in the lake with a corpse?
Simone pointed at Marcel without warning as if there was no time to explain.
“This girl is alive. She was separated from her soul for a while and then came back, but anyway, she needs treatment.”
Then Simone immediately pointed at Millie.
“That person. Can’t we just return her to her original appearance?”
Whether it was El or Orkan, she didn't care. Simone wanted to restore Millie's ruined appearances back to their original forms, no matter what kind of magic they used.
“What a pitiful thing..."
Orkan looked at the two girls for a moment as if he was at a loss for words. He turned to Marcel as if he had decided that it was something he could not do.
Simone looked at El without saying a word.
It seemed as if she was asking if he could do it. El looked at Millie quietly and sighed.
“It’s a very tiring and time-consuming task. Besides, restoring the appearance of a dead human being is a completely useless task.”
“So you’re saying that you can still do it?”
“I can do it, but it doesn’t benefit me.”
Fairies don't show much emotion to humans. They do show affection to a limited number of humans, but other than that, they are just humans.
Whether living or dying, it was just a life without any emotion.
Restoring a damaged human appearance is like combing crushed clay again or sewing torn cloth with thread, but it is a task that consumes time, effort, mental power, and mana.
He didn't want to waste his energy on something useless.
El naturally declined Simone's offer. Seeing him like that, Simone took out something hidden in her bosom and showed it to him.
“Come to think of it, I found this while I was saving up the interest?”
El's eyes, which had indifferently seen the object in Simone's hand, stopped and soon became strangely colored.
"That..."
A transparent bead emitting a brilliant light. Light sparkled in Elle's eyes.
It was different from the magic stone, and the natural energy was too strong for it to be something made by humans.
But can something from nature be so round and transparent?
When El seemed interested, Simone rolled the marble in her palm and said.
“It looks like something from the Goyo tribe that lives in this lake.”
“If it's from the Goyo tribe... are you talking about the mermaid tribe?”
“Yes, I am guessing that the girl named Marcel was saved by the mermaid tribe protecting her with this.”
“It even has healing properties. It’s a natural object that has both light and healing properties...”
Mermaids live in the sea and fairies live in the forest.
The two races have never met each other, so the fairies have a vague curiosity about the mermaids.
Especially for a fairy with a great thirst for knowledge like El, this would be something he couldn't help but be interested in.
Simone said.
“I have ten of these.”
“Ten each?”
“When did you get that?”
Abel grumbled as if he couldn't believe it. It's amazing that she even took care of that while he was absent-minded.
“I’ll give you five of them. What do you think? Then, it’ll be beneficial for you, El?”
El, who had opened his mouth without realizing it, hesitated and took the beads from Simone.
“I will do it. It will take ten days. Come to me in ten days.”
"Thank you."
That's it. Simone looked at Millie with a complicated expression.
As El said, what good would it do to try to restore the appearance of someone already dead?
But...
“Take me home. To where my family is.”
It was barely audible, but Millie's voice was clearly asking for something like that.
At least so that her family, who had to accept Millie's death, would not have to see their daughter so miserably ruined.
Millie, who missed her family, wanted to return her appearance to the way it was before so that she could say goodbye to her family the way she did while she was still alive.
That was the most Simone could do to mourn.
***
A few days later, Marcel, who had been unconscious, barely woke up.
Of course, they said that she had just woken up and that it would take at least a year of treatment to regain her health.
A few days after Marcel woke up, Millie's appearance was restored.
Although El showed a strong desire not to do it, he did it perfectly since it was something he was paid for.
Millie was able to return to her family's embrace, just sleeping comfortably.
“How could this be... How could this be!”
“My daughter... no... Baby, please open your eyes.”
Simone looked at her family, who were holding Millie and sobbing in disbelief, and thought to herself that she was truly grateful that she had recovered.
For parents who have lost their only daughter, it would be a small consolation to be able to send her off in a completely intact state, even if it is fake.
Simone watched them sadly for a while and then quietly left the room.
And the next day, Millie's funeral was held.
“You may have guessed it. But I wanted to see the child’s face one more time, even if it was the last time. Thank you.”
Millie's parents held Simone's hands as she came to the funeral and spoke with a haggard look on their faces.
“No. I hope you overcome it well.”
Simone offered them some brief words of comfort and then went to Marcel, who was shedding tears without even being able to approach Millie's coffin.
Marcel was deeply saddened when she learned that Millie had been coming to her every night to save her.
“I should have told you not to go home that day and just sleep at my house.”
Marcel said with difficulty.
Only then was Simone able to hear the truth about that day from Marcel.
She said that the day the accident happened was the day she spent time at Marcel's house.
It was foggy and rainy that day, so while waiting for the rain to stop, it became late at night.
Millie said she was scared to go back to the mansion alone late at night, and Marcel offered to walk her home so they could talk some more.
Going home after playing until late at night was a very common occurrence between the two of them, and since they always took that route, they didn't think it would be too dangerous, so they didn't take it lightly.
“...When the carriage skidded on the rainy road and fell into the lake, the coachman thought we were already dead and went out onto the lake alone.”
She thinks it's really fortunate that even the coachman survived.
But what if he had opened the door of the collapsed carriage before he escaped?
If only the coachman who came out of the lake had not run away to avoid responsibility and reported this accident to someone.
It would have been better if that had happened.
"Millie..."
My only friend.
A friend who tried to save me even after death.
“How can it be so painful... How..."
Simone looked up at Marcel, who was crying without being able to control her body, with bitter eyes.
Millie, now her subordinate, was looking down at her with pity.
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