It's been two weeks since Ars and Loki were brought in. It would be about thirteen days and fifteen hours to be exact.
　Currently, the mages of each country were currently at Balmes Headquarters, taking over for them until they regained their proper functions. Now that the threat has passed, the single mage and the high ranking representatives of each country have returned to their countries, leaving the mages they brought with them.
　It's also because if you neglect your own country, you won't be able to count on it in case of an emergency.

　Currently, a countermeasure meeting of the governors and heads of state of each country has been held early and will also be held regularly. One thing that was quickly decided upon was how to defend Balmes. This was due to the fact that most of the high-ranking mages in Barmes, who were not even capable of defending themselves, had been killed in the line of duty.

　The reason why everyone unanimously moved immediately in the direction of sending mages from various countries was probably because not a few of the heads of state and others had the same conclusion.
　No single mages were included in the dispatch, instead it was agreed to incorporate a few double-digit mages to maintain a certain level. For the time being, they were to be on the defensive.

　As head of state, Hortal resigned as head of state and revoked the bloodline's right to succeed as the next head of state. The decision was decided by the heads of state. Governor Gagarid will be tried in a military court, but will be spared from jail time due to the rooting of the Alpha. He won't be able to return, but enough to spend the rest of his life on the frontier.
　There are some royalty from the former Kingdom of Rhom that have emigrated to the area to replace the Head of State, so that's a good candidate. The Governor has been chosen by the old female general who was visible on the Balmes side to convene during the Seven Nations Magical Friendship Tournament. Normally, the head of state has the right to make decisions, but this time is unusual. Choosing a head of state from blood relatives is partly to avoid confusion. This time it was because the appointment of a head of state was expected to take some time.
　The decision was announced at the Balmes headquarters soon after.

　Governor Nilchine Qodr, who had served thirty years in the army, was now in her mid-fifties. She is well-liked within the military and is known as a moderate. She is also an aristocrat of venerable status. The reason why Gagarid was chosen for the post of Governor instead of her is simply because she had no ambition.


　Until the new system was established, the armies of each country would be stationed there.
　Right now, Ars was the only single mage left in Balmes Headquarters. That was due to the fact that he hadn't woken up yet and the reason why he couldn't move.
　It was because she was the only one who could carve the magic formula to stabilize Ars's vast magical power, according to the instructions of Saint Nexolis. Of course, since there are no sorcerers, the magic doesn't activate on its own. But this magic formula is different, it may be a different kind.
　So to speak, like a trap, it works automatically if you have the magic power.
　I'm not sure if we can call it magic or not, but it's a magic formula that reacts according to the concentration of magic in the air. The effect of the magic is stable, the only thing it does is keep the magic inside the magic formula set up on all sides of the room at a constant level. However, this is said to be very useful when it comes to healing.

　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. This had been going on for two weeks.
　His condition was not known when he would wake up, but there was nothing wrong with his body itself.



　The white colored room looks like a hospital room, even if the pitcher of water in it smells like a hospital room. I wonder if it's better that he doesn't smell the medicine.
　The lack of a depressing atmosphere may be due to the pale glow of the magic formula. Even if you discount that, though, it's still humble.

　A dry breeze flowed through the window and shook the partition curtain. The faint smell of fresh fruit escaping through your nose is the scent of fruits that should be considered a gift.
　Ars was lying on his back on the bed, his eyes meditating, his hair stroked by the scented wind.

　It was 10 a.m., after a brief examination of Ars's daily routine.
　The door slid silently, signaling an entrant. But the entry, which was not a knock, also seemed to know that no one was in the room.

　The lack of footsteps would simply be because she was in a wheelchair powered by magic. She's been visiting at this time every day since she woke up. I don't have anything in particular to do, I'm just there for her.
　That's too much for her, and there's not much I can do - usually, I might add.

　She lets out a quiet driving sound as she shakes her silver hair, and when she puts it on the side of the bed, she floats her hips in the middle of the room. She, Loki, is still in Balmes, not only because she's his partner, but also because she reasons that he's not fully healed.
　Of course, he's healed enough to walk, but he can't make up the guise if he wants to be by Ars's side. I don't think he would be forced to return to Alpha whether he was fully healed or not, but I guess that's what I mean by thoroughness.

　After this, I have a routine checkup at noon and in the evening, but since I'm staying late for a simple checkup, I'm being semi-forced to take over. They actually take your temperature and so on, so it shouldn't be a problem even if you don't have any knowledge of it.

　When I woke up, I was worried about Ars first and foremost, but now I've calmed down somewhat. I've been told that he'll wake up soon. Still, I'm worried about him, which is why I spend every day with him until the sun goes down.

"Master Ars, you must wake up soon or you will not have enough days to attend.

　What an unthinkable thing to say. I'm trying all sorts of things, but I'm not getting any response.
　And ... this is always, I guess I should say. At least it has been going on since he came to this room.
　The color of Loki's eyes changed.
　It is a bit deceptive to call it worry.

　It's a little bit of camouflage, although he's carrying a book that is presumably a little bit difficult to keep up appearances.

'Ars-sama~........oh, you're not awake.......no, no, it's a necessary step to wake you up.

　Loki's face is on fire and his immunity is deeply drilled into his face. His heart is racing, but this is a fresh sound that won't subside anytime soon.
　Yes, it was already becoming a routine.

''Softly.''

　I let my hand slip under the covers and immediately feel it bumping into me.
　He slid it down to stroke it and then wrapped it. Loki's drawn lips quivered as he took hold of Ars's hand.

It's a very good idea to be able to have a good time with them. It's not a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　I can still feel the raw, warm warmth transmitted from my hand as much as this. And then fearfully reverses Ars's hand and makes the flat turn upward.
　Of course, it's an affair that can be done because it's under the covers. I keep my backward emotions wrapped up in an obtuse piece of cloth.

　A small, smooth crawling hand covers Ars's hand and intertwines their fingers.

(Ko, this shouldn't be!!!)

　It's a snakebite, but this chest is a daily repetition.

　The feeling of too much rawness coming through my fingers.

(I can't believe the lovers of the world do this with impunity!　(Shh, I think my heart is going to stop... but what is it?

　There's a comforting feeling of relief no matter how many times I do it.
　I looked at Ars and all at once the steamy steam rose from my head. I thought I heard a bong, but I was both happy and not so happy that I wasn't awake... but I was relieved to be able to put my chest down.

　Loki looks through the top of the comforter to see the inside. Even though he was in a hurry, his hands were still firmly linked together. I'm not sure if I've gotten out of my funk or not, but that's nothing, and it's nothing new.
　It's not the first time that Loki's behavior has escalated day by day. It's more as if he's dissipating something he's been storing up...or rather as if he's replenishing something.

　For a day, I was just beside him in Ars's hospital room, but it all started when my hand slipped off the bed. I scooped him up from underneath and suddenly realized.
　Ars's hand, which was still only one thing different from his own, was thick and firm. That was probably true, too, because he had gone out into the outside world alone and continued to make achievements. As a testament to his hard work, Loki gently wrapped it around his cheek, as if he was laboring instead of mourning, and put it on his cheek.
　That would have been the first time - an evil thought had passed.

　Loki let go of his hand with a blank expression. Then, scurrying around and looking around the empty hospital room, he gets out of the wheelchair and slides up to the door.
　Then he gently opens it by a head, exposing his face to the corridor and looking to his left and right. When he saw that no one was in the room, he operated a panel attached to the room.
　After confirming that the notation 【No Visitors】 floated on the LCD on which the patient's name was written on the outside, I close the door again.
　As I did so, I heard a click behind me.

　Originally, Loki might feel guilty, but now that he's exonerated that it's for Ars, it's easily affirmed. Standing by the side of the bed without making a sound with his cheeks stained, he takes a deep breath once.

''..........!

　Ars is breathing in his sleep, as if he can hear it. Loki lowers his gaze to his neck.

(Oh, sweat!)

Yeah, I'm getting cold!

　Looking at her slightly beautified collarbone and not being able to remove her gaze, she came up with a course of action to deal with it. It was such a strange idea that it was the only way to do exactly that in her mind. In fact, I've already tried it a few times.

　She put one hand on the bed and put her weight on it. The bed sank down a bit, and Loki's heart seemed to jump. No, the palpitations would only get more intense.
　The scrape of the quilt was now rolled up to half of Ars's body.

　　He ducked his legs and got into a snuggle position on his side. The bed was for one person, but if you can get under Ars's arm to fit underneath it, there's no way you'll fall off. Naturally, its narrowness meant that the closeness was good.
　It's not that I question the act of warming myself with human skin, but rather, I held my body close to it as if it was natural and no one had any right to complain about it.
　Of course, the quilt is covering Loki in a way that he is completely covered. It's a stingy veil to prevent him from remembering his red face.

　You could still save face with that much. No, it might have been too late, but maybe the reason the desire entered the picture was because he wasn't thinking about his face when he was found anymore.

　Loki's cheeks were snug against each other. Her arms are in a situation where they are placed on the chest plate.
　She begins to wriggle in the midst of it all.

　After huffing and puffing out of the quilt to lower her body temperature, Loki spreads Ars's arms out and lays them on her head. He folded his elbows in a manipulative manner and put them around his own neck.

''Haaaaahhhh...''

　He is so ecstatic that he is even willing to die already, and he is debauched. It is Loki who fulfills the desire as much as he likes because no one enters. It may not be allowed to call it a solitary place.
　The lust that opened the lid knows no bounds.

"Ha!

　Stepping into paradise, Loki came up with a situation where he could say that he found the fruit in a heap before him. It was a commonplace act in this hospital room, natural and justified.
　Like a saintly man, Loki opened his mouth white.

''Yeah. Ah ... ah, sweat ... uh ... wipe ... wipe ... wipe ... wipe ... wipe ... I have to. 'Yeah.'

　There isn't a single oddity in anyone's eyes. Convinced by what he's saying, Loki gets out of bed quietly.
　The small kitchen in the corner of the room, even for the briefest of moments to fill the tub with hot water, is frustrating.
　Then he looks around the room and notices that the towels that are always piled up are missing. It was an incident. Loki, who ran out of the room as if rushed out, didn't have time to worry about his feet. The fact that he was staying as a patient must have already been played out of his thoughts.




　Immediately after the sliding door was closed so that air leaked out--.

'Oh dear...'

　Slowly opening his eyes, Ars sighed as he looked up at the ceiling.
　He had just woken up earlier. Naturally, he had seen Loki's odd behavior in part and in full. Or rather, he had confirmed it with his senses. He didn't expect that his raccoon-like sleep to backfire as he tried to figure out the situation.
　Ars looks out the window with his cheeks twitching. It would be harsh indeed to call it an odd act. Yes, because it was an act of goodwill.

(I suppose so........)

　I think I was dimly aware of it, but I think I was pretending not to see it. That's what it means to give your life to Ars.
　It can't be helped, since I've never seen Loki like that before. Still, I can't be insensitive if he does this much. I guess I can't stay a Park Nenin.
　Of course, there is no such thing as an immediate answer, in fact, if it is the current situation, the answer is out there. Ars can't shake his head until he can figure out the power of his different abilities.

　If you look up from the window, the familiar sun is pouring warm, lukewarm sunlight. There is no way that this can change, but for now, I am relieved that the sun is still the same.

'Let's just keep it to ourselves for now.

　Shelving is not an escape, it's a hold up. Withholding because I can't give her an answer right now. I'll remember it in case it comes out of her mouth.
　For the moment, it would be better to pretend I didn't see it.

　If you decide to do so.
　Ars slowly raised himself up.
　Just then, the door slid open and--

Loki, you had me worried...

　As soon as he sees Ars's face, he drops the folded towel in his hand and jumps with great vigor.

''Ars-sama--!

　Ars gently wrapped Loki in his arms as he dived into the bed in tears. I have something to say, but I thought it was okay for now.
　He lifted the arm he had put behind his back and stroked his head. The hand that moved slowly in one direction was gentle.

　It was probably only with the squad that he could live like this. And it's probably because of Loki.

'Thank you Loki.

　The whispered tone of his voice swept into Loki on the wind that blew in like a clear stream.

'Yes!'