“Shish? What did you do?”
“Stay still.”
“Ugh.”
Finally, Dietrich clutched his chest, and Juno woke up too.
“Huh...? What are you talking about?”
Yuno, who had been clenching his fists and rubbing his eyes, seemed to sense something strange and turned on the light. Just then, a pungent smell began to tickle my nose.
“Dietrich!”
“Here you go, master.”
Shish hugged me from behind and whispered softly.
“Magic countercurrent!”
A startled Yuno checked Dietrich's condition.
"The magic is seething and running wild. Oh dear, I need to calm it down."
“Wait, Magic Tower Master.”
Yuno, who was about to place his hand on Dietrich's body, turned his head and saw Shish holding me. A soft golden light was emanating from Yuno's palm.
“Cough.”
“Oh, this is serious.”
"Listen, Magic Tower Master. If that guy disappears, we can split the two days he's occupying."
"Uh..."
Yuno tilted his head to the side.
“Then can I stay with Lily for three days?”
"Yes."
The golden eyes sparkled, and the mad minister, who did not miss this, added kindly.
“So don’t help him, that guy.”
"Great."
No, wait a minute.
"Should I just kill him? I guess I could just use a little bit of my magic power."
The gold on Yuno's palm gradually darkened.
“You, you, you no!”
“Why, Lily?”
"Don't do it!"
“I’m not killing him. I’m just crippling him.”
Shish tilted his head as if to ask what the problem was.
“Really, Master.”
The mad Prime Minister was kind enough to keep his promise to me.
But usually when you tell someone not to kill, do you think about things like this...
"No. Yuno, help Dietrich come to his senses."
“But I want to stay with Lily longer...”
“Listen to me, you little punk!”
He grabbed Yuno by the collar and shook him violently.
“When Dietrich dies, I will go to the Beluga ducal palace and live as Dietrich’s wife! For a whole week! For the rest of my life!”
“I will help you.”
The threat was effective, as the light from Yuno's hand faded.
If Dietrich dies, there's no one left to save me from the magic tower. Yuno is so naive.
“Why are you stopping me? Do you like him?”
Shish didn't stop Yuno any longer. He just hugged me tighter and said something that suggested he didn't like it.
“I would have done the same thing if you were dying.”
"Really?"
"Of course."
I don't want to see people die, but I have a strange sense of responsibility for this world.
At least they shouldn't be in trouble because of me. They should be happy.
To the point of obsession, I didn't want to see the main characters unhappy.
On the one hand, I'm worried about going back home.
What if the story changes so much from the original that I can't go back?
I've put it aside for now, but this place is still so unfamiliar to me.
Watching the lead actors respond as if they've memorized the script feels like watching a play. If I were to step out and another actor fit for the role, the show would proceed without a hitch.
“Huh. Then I guess I’ll have to endure it.”
There is just one actor, a little off, that bothers me.
Against Dietrich, with the chance to kill him, Shish just held me.
Meanwhile, Juno helped Dietrich find stability in his magic.
“That damn prime minister...!”
Dietrich wiped the blood from his mouth with his fist and drew the sword he had placed beside him in one swift motion. He then aimed it at Shish.
I stretched out both hands and blocked it.
"No."
"Why!"
Dietrich was ready to kill Shishi after I threw him away.
“If Shish dies, I will become the dead Duchess of Milan...?”
Suddenly, a thin sound was heard.
"Why!"
“You probably didn’t hear, but I told them that if you died, I’d be the Duchess of Beluga for the rest of my life. That’s why Yuno helped you.”
Dietrich looked at the wizard with bloodshot eyes, and Yuno nodded.
They can't stand the idea of me belonging to someone, to just one person. They have to have me themselves, or at least a part of it.
Why is this happening?
Because I set it that way.
The characters' actions are predictable, which makes it even scarier.
Despite his frustration, Dietrich ultimately didn't harm Shish. My guess is that even if Dietrich had tried to kill Shish, he wouldn't have died.
“Master, let’s go to sleep. Oh, and before that, I should change the sheets, right?”
“I can make it clean.”
The emaciated male protagonists, who felt nothing strange in this situation, lay down calmly.
Even though they seem like living, breathing people, I get a strange feeling at times like this.
What should I do if I am not an actor with a set role?
The time that the four of us spent together was right after the Shish Term, so he stayed on the rooftop.
Breakfast was a sumptuous feast for the first time in a long time.
“What is all this?”
“I rented the kitchen in the tower.”
When I tilted my head, unable to understand what he was saying, Shish smiled faintly. "That's what happened when we contacted each other yesterday," he said.
“I brought my chef here.”
“Is that okay?”
"What's wrong? If there's anything you want to eat, just let me know, and I'll have the ingredients prepared in advance."
After a long time, my appetite returned and I each picked up a fork and spoon in my hand.
“Oh, this is food made with the ingredients I bought yesterday?”
"Yes."
Shish tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Last time I saw you, you were fat, but this time you’re thin.”
Shish, with a worried face, kept placing something in front of me.
“Are you eating well?”
He asked, wiping the liquid from my lips with his finger. When I rolled my eyes and averted my gaze, Shish muttered in disapproval.
“Tsk, you idiots.”
The food at the top of the tower was basically tasteless. At first, I was excited to eat because of the change in environment, but as time passed, I started eating less.
I'm usually a good eater, but this was so bland that I felt it wasn't even tasty. More importantly, I lost my appetite because I couldn't sleep.
“Eat a lot.”
“You eat some too. You’re skinny too.”
“Yes. Let’s eat a lot together.”
Even without me, Shish seemed quite relaxed, which was odd. When we first met, he seemed very sharp and nervous.
Every time Shish stopped his hand, he looked up and smiled as he continued to put something in his mouth.
It was so obvious that he was trying so hard that it was almost pitiful, but I didn't say anything.
You need to eat something.
“Yes, eat.”
I fed him occasionally.
"It's good."
Shish's faint smile felt strange, as if it were completely out of character for him. I'd never set up a setting where he'd smile like that.
After eating, I sat blankly on the chair, and Shish picked me up and carried me to bed. He was the only one who knew that I often fell into bed right after eating.
“What, are you trying to fatten me up and eat me?”
I asked Shish, who was lying next to me, with a smile, and received a calm answer.
“Can I eat it?”
I hesitated for a moment. I should have said no, but suddenly I felt breathless.
Shish continued speaking with a smile, as if he had taken this to mean something else.
"I'm not very patient, but Master, you wait a little longer before eating. I quite like that kind of thing."
My face flushed brightly. I was sure I was blushing, so I buried it in Shish's arms to avoid being noticed.
“I hate being away from my master, but this is a good thing.”
"What."
"Master, you've been acting quite cute. You used to always try to run away when you saw me, but now you're the first to come hug me."
A hand reached between my armpits with a laugh.
“Ugh.”
My body rose against my will, and I met Shish's eyes. Soon, my armpits felt empty, and a large hand gripped the back of my head.
I know what will happen next.
I slowly closed my eyes, and sure enough, something soft touched my lips. A warm, sweet saliva flowed through me.
"Hmm."
Two arms wrap around me as if embracing me.
Soft lips moved down my jaw and neck. My body trembled under the hot breath.
I couldn't stop Shish's lips from moving lower, from the center of my collarbone. I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.
I put my hand on his shoulder, but I couldn't push him away. The warmth of his palm felt good, so I held on tighter.
"Ah."
A large palm gently stroked my back, and a moan escaped my lips.
Shish buried his face in my slip for quite some time, his soft hair brushing against my skin. I stroked the small head resting on my torso with my fingers.
I could feel Shish flinching every time my fingers brushed against his scalp.
It's fun.
The hand that had been wandering around my back, deliberately trying to tickle me, gained strength and began to scratch my back. My vision grew increasingly blurry.
When Shish lifted his head, my skin was quite wet. The air made me shiver. He hugged me, shivering, and chuckled softly.
“Let’s sleep.”
“It’s still daytime. It’s morning.”
“There are dark circles under your eyes, Master.”
The hand gently stroking my hair felt like a sleeping fairy. My eyes were already half-closed, and my lungs were filled with my favorite scent.
It felt like covering myself with a blanket.
I couldn't even remember how I fell asleep.
It was a long-awaited nap.
“Stay still.”
“Ugh.”
Finally, Dietrich clutched his chest, and Juno woke up too.
“Huh...? What are you talking about?”
Yuno, who had been clenching his fists and rubbing his eyes, seemed to sense something strange and turned on the light. Just then, a pungent smell began to tickle my nose.
“Dietrich!”
“Here you go, master.”
Shish hugged me from behind and whispered softly.
“Magic countercurrent!”
A startled Yuno checked Dietrich's condition.
"The magic is seething and running wild. Oh dear, I need to calm it down."
“Wait, Magic Tower Master.”
Yuno, who was about to place his hand on Dietrich's body, turned his head and saw Shish holding me. A soft golden light was emanating from Yuno's palm.
“Cough.”
“Oh, this is serious.”
"Listen, Magic Tower Master. If that guy disappears, we can split the two days he's occupying."
"Uh..."
Yuno tilted his head to the side.
“Then can I stay with Lily for three days?”
"Yes."
The golden eyes sparkled, and the mad minister, who did not miss this, added kindly.
“So don’t help him, that guy.”
"Great."
No, wait a minute.
"Should I just kill him? I guess I could just use a little bit of my magic power."
The gold on Yuno's palm gradually darkened.
“You, you, you no!”
“Why, Lily?”
"Don't do it!"
“I’m not killing him. I’m just crippling him.”
Shish tilted his head as if to ask what the problem was.
“Really, Master.”
The mad Prime Minister was kind enough to keep his promise to me.
But usually when you tell someone not to kill, do you think about things like this...
"No. Yuno, help Dietrich come to his senses."
“But I want to stay with Lily longer...”
“Listen to me, you little punk!”
He grabbed Yuno by the collar and shook him violently.
“When Dietrich dies, I will go to the Beluga ducal palace and live as Dietrich’s wife! For a whole week! For the rest of my life!”
“I will help you.”
The threat was effective, as the light from Yuno's hand faded.
If Dietrich dies, there's no one left to save me from the magic tower. Yuno is so naive.
“Why are you stopping me? Do you like him?”
Shish didn't stop Yuno any longer. He just hugged me tighter and said something that suggested he didn't like it.
“I would have done the same thing if you were dying.”
"Really?"
"Of course."
I don't want to see people die, but I have a strange sense of responsibility for this world.
At least they shouldn't be in trouble because of me. They should be happy.
To the point of obsession, I didn't want to see the main characters unhappy.
On the one hand, I'm worried about going back home.
What if the story changes so much from the original that I can't go back?
I've put it aside for now, but this place is still so unfamiliar to me.
Watching the lead actors respond as if they've memorized the script feels like watching a play. If I were to step out and another actor fit for the role, the show would proceed without a hitch.
“Huh. Then I guess I’ll have to endure it.”
There is just one actor, a little off, that bothers me.
Against Dietrich, with the chance to kill him, Shish just held me.
Meanwhile, Juno helped Dietrich find stability in his magic.
“That damn prime minister...!”
Dietrich wiped the blood from his mouth with his fist and drew the sword he had placed beside him in one swift motion. He then aimed it at Shish.
I stretched out both hands and blocked it.
"No."
"Why!"
Dietrich was ready to kill Shishi after I threw him away.
“If Shish dies, I will become the dead Duchess of Milan...?”
Suddenly, a thin sound was heard.
"Why!"
“You probably didn’t hear, but I told them that if you died, I’d be the Duchess of Beluga for the rest of my life. That’s why Yuno helped you.”
Dietrich looked at the wizard with bloodshot eyes, and Yuno nodded.
They can't stand the idea of me belonging to someone, to just one person. They have to have me themselves, or at least a part of it.
Why is this happening?
Because I set it that way.
The characters' actions are predictable, which makes it even scarier.
Despite his frustration, Dietrich ultimately didn't harm Shish. My guess is that even if Dietrich had tried to kill Shish, he wouldn't have died.
“Master, let’s go to sleep. Oh, and before that, I should change the sheets, right?”
“I can make it clean.”
The emaciated male protagonists, who felt nothing strange in this situation, lay down calmly.
Even though they seem like living, breathing people, I get a strange feeling at times like this.
What should I do if I am not an actor with a set role?
***
The time that the four of us spent together was right after the Shish Term, so he stayed on the rooftop.
Breakfast was a sumptuous feast for the first time in a long time.
“What is all this?”
“I rented the kitchen in the tower.”
When I tilted my head, unable to understand what he was saying, Shish smiled faintly. "That's what happened when we contacted each other yesterday," he said.
“I brought my chef here.”
“Is that okay?”
"What's wrong? If there's anything you want to eat, just let me know, and I'll have the ingredients prepared in advance."
After a long time, my appetite returned and I each picked up a fork and spoon in my hand.
“Oh, this is food made with the ingredients I bought yesterday?”
"Yes."
Shish tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Last time I saw you, you were fat, but this time you’re thin.”
Shish, with a worried face, kept placing something in front of me.
“Are you eating well?”
He asked, wiping the liquid from my lips with his finger. When I rolled my eyes and averted my gaze, Shish muttered in disapproval.
“Tsk, you idiots.”
The food at the top of the tower was basically tasteless. At first, I was excited to eat because of the change in environment, but as time passed, I started eating less.
I'm usually a good eater, but this was so bland that I felt it wasn't even tasty. More importantly, I lost my appetite because I couldn't sleep.
“Eat a lot.”
“You eat some too. You’re skinny too.”
“Yes. Let’s eat a lot together.”
Even without me, Shish seemed quite relaxed, which was odd. When we first met, he seemed very sharp and nervous.
Every time Shish stopped his hand, he looked up and smiled as he continued to put something in his mouth.
It was so obvious that he was trying so hard that it was almost pitiful, but I didn't say anything.
You need to eat something.
“Yes, eat.”
I fed him occasionally.
"It's good."
Shish's faint smile felt strange, as if it were completely out of character for him. I'd never set up a setting where he'd smile like that.
After eating, I sat blankly on the chair, and Shish picked me up and carried me to bed. He was the only one who knew that I often fell into bed right after eating.
“What, are you trying to fatten me up and eat me?”
I asked Shish, who was lying next to me, with a smile, and received a calm answer.
“Can I eat it?”
I hesitated for a moment. I should have said no, but suddenly I felt breathless.
Shish continued speaking with a smile, as if he had taken this to mean something else.
"I'm not very patient, but Master, you wait a little longer before eating. I quite like that kind of thing."
My face flushed brightly. I was sure I was blushing, so I buried it in Shish's arms to avoid being noticed.
“I hate being away from my master, but this is a good thing.”
"What."
"Master, you've been acting quite cute. You used to always try to run away when you saw me, but now you're the first to come hug me."
A hand reached between my armpits with a laugh.
“Ugh.”
My body rose against my will, and I met Shish's eyes. Soon, my armpits felt empty, and a large hand gripped the back of my head.
I know what will happen next.
I slowly closed my eyes, and sure enough, something soft touched my lips. A warm, sweet saliva flowed through me.
"Hmm."
Two arms wrap around me as if embracing me.
Soft lips moved down my jaw and neck. My body trembled under the hot breath.
I couldn't stop Shish's lips from moving lower, from the center of my collarbone. I wondered if he could hear my heartbeat.
I put my hand on his shoulder, but I couldn't push him away. The warmth of his palm felt good, so I held on tighter.
"Ah."
A large palm gently stroked my back, and a moan escaped my lips.
Shish buried his face in my slip for quite some time, his soft hair brushing against my skin. I stroked the small head resting on my torso with my fingers.
I could feel Shish flinching every time my fingers brushed against his scalp.
It's fun.
The hand that had been wandering around my back, deliberately trying to tickle me, gained strength and began to scratch my back. My vision grew increasingly blurry.
When Shish lifted his head, my skin was quite wet. The air made me shiver. He hugged me, shivering, and chuckled softly.
“Let’s sleep.”
“It’s still daytime. It’s morning.”
“There are dark circles under your eyes, Master.”
The hand gently stroking my hair felt like a sleeping fairy. My eyes were already half-closed, and my lungs were filled with my favorite scent.
It felt like covering myself with a blanket.
I couldn't even remember how I fell asleep.
It was a long-awaited nap.
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