The next day, Tesfia was visiting the national hospital under the jurisdiction of the military - or sometimes called a military hospital as a military hospital. The hospital, located on the outskirts of the industrial district of Fallen, is considered to be a place where relatively seriously injured people are brought in.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. In fact, since it is possible to receive reasonable treatment, most trauma cases are brought to headquarters.

　Of course, only military personnel who have priority rights or their relatives can receive treatment. In that sense, the magicians who are responsible for the protection of the country are promised high treatment.

　If you don't fall into one of these categories, you'll be treated by a town doctor, but they are not inferior in skill. Naturally, in an emergency situation, healing mages could be requisitioned from the country.

　You don't usually pass through to the National Hospital first. It's a good idea to have a good time with your friends and family.

　In a medical institution where the wings are divided by subdivisions, Tesfia was dressed neatly in neat clothes and her slightly high-heeled shoes made her quiet footsteps echo down the corridor.

　In her hand was a bouquet of flowers, white and pure white.


　She hadn't been instructed by anyone to go here, it was her decision. There was no trembling from fear as there had been then, the hand holding the bouquet was firmly supported by both hands. Whoever asked her to do this was not the driving force behind Tesfia's visit here - it was not the reason. She is here because she felt she needed to be here herself.

　She has no feelings for him anymore. The only thing there is is the same thing that she was not long ago, that whatever guy is sick and has seen a lot of death close to home.
　That's why she understands the emptiness that seems to separate her head from her heart. She is there to keep up appearances for the Fevers and for simple condolences. Of course, it's only on the surface, and in truth, Tesfia is trying to break up with her old self. I felt the need to reunite with him as an excuse to discard my former weak self.

　Tesfia stopped in the hospital room with the number she had just heard from the receptionist. The woman at the reception desk didn't look very good, but it seemed that she had no choice but to break before the three great nobles. Perhaps she had been working around them beforehand.
　It seemed that an entire room was tailor-made for his treatment just for the noble family name.


　Tesfia also ignores the plate of 【No Visitors Gratitude】 and puts her hand on the door. However, I heard people inside and tried to wait for a little while to refrain from the prior guest. However, the voice of greeting that is about to leave right now made Tesfia shift half a step, fumbling with the unaccustomed shoes.
　Then two men in military uniforms came from inside.

　One of them is in the military uniform of Alpha. And the other--

　--Lusarka's........

　The man looks at Tesfia and makes a suspicious expression when he sees her, but the two men and Tesfia pass each other by exchanging only a light greeting as the alpha military man overhears.
　Now she's coming as Tesfia of the Fèvel family, not as an individual.
　It must mean that he knew the name of the Favell family too.

　The reason for the military personnel to visit this hospital room was probably because the fire was most likely an incident and not an accident. But then, I don't know why Rusalka's military personnel would accompany them.
　Only Tenbram, with Ars involved, had a bad feeling about the fire that occurred immediately afterwards. However, Tesfia kept it in the corner of her mind for once and stepped inside. Because she understands how little she can do to think about it, with only ominous things passing through her mind.
　Still, the reason I can't completely dispel it is because it's still related to Ars.


　Behind the exterior - behind the windows that let the light pour into the room, the shaped clouds flowed, and the one fixing his gaze on the blue sky peeking through the gaps was a strikingly lifeless expression. Not only did he appear to be worn out, but he looked sooty, as if he knew the magnitude of what he had lost.

　Isle, who is up on the bed at an angle where he can bend at the waist, with only his face to the side, has bandages wrapped around everything but his face. The skin of the sores on his fingertips barely peeks through the gaps in the wrapped bandages. The color, which must be in the process of healing, seemed to be on the way to recovery. After all, the kind of burns that take time to heal naturally don't leave any scars.


　Without turning his or her face, Ayre only shifts his or her gaze to this one. That empty gaze is as if it doesn't contain enough emotion to be called a gaze.

''Who ... what are you doing here?''
..........

　His withered throat uttered a voice that didn't even contain anger. Whether it was a visitation apology or not, he would have nothing to spring for now.
　But even that was mixed with a bit of self-mockery in his voice when he realized that the other party was Tesfia.

'You came here to laugh then you were satisfied. I've lost everything.

　Wordlessly, Tesfia walked through the hospital room to his side. There were no words to say to him in his weakened state, and he had no intention of preparing them.
　Only words of mourning and sorrow for the deceased are now filling the air. Perhaps it was the unfamiliar smell of a hospital room.

　I open the bouquet and place it in a vase. No one seemed to be here to visit him yet. Even though he was a sick man, the hospital room was too empty. The path he had taken seemed to tell the story of this hospital room.

　Isle glared irritably at Tesfia, who silently poured water into the vase, with an irritating keen stare. It dammed up as if it had been pent up until this moment.

'I was an idiot the bill for that killed everyone. It's like I killed them!
Yes, I've lost someone I missed.

　Expressing his condolences, Tesfia told him matter-of-factly. Because he was right, in no small part.
　However.

If you want to blame yourself, you can do so as much as you want. If you really think it will make everyone feel a little better, do it. Silsila-san...?
Stupid squire. Stupid little squire, giving up his life to save mine. I've wasted my life.

　Forced to laugh, though, Isle said as if to mock him.

'If you need any help, tell me. House Favell will lend a hand.
Don't you dare try to pity me!
Yeah, I'm going to take pity on you. I'm not talking about you, Miss Silsila.
'......　Why did Silsila make me........stupid.....

　Immediately after, Tesfia pulled Ail's chest with all her strength, so much so that the bed creaked. Her face trembling with anger made her spit out words like a decisive river.

''I really don't understand!　I've let you get away with nothing for your sake!　I really don't know...

　Tears come to Tesfia's eyes as well. She knows that this is just a verbal exchange. Still, she couldn't bear it when he pretended not to know or notice her, even if it was only on words.
　Because Ail had been crying the entire time he was cursing.

　A medical device attached to the room had been dislodged, and the sound that had been keeping a constant rhythm had changed, sending a monotonous sound echoing emphatically through the room.

'Which one of you is kidding me...'
..........

　The hand released weakly. The chest of the patient's robe is clearly wrinkled as if to show the power that was put into it.
　Staring at it in amazement, Isle just spat out a mouthful of ".......sil, sila".

　Tears fluttered down her cheeks and wet the sheets.

　She was the only one who was different. It wasn't until I lost it that I understood. She was the only one who had always had genuine feelings for me. Come to think of it, Ayle himself had tried to keep her from doing anything reckless.

　The bill for what he had done had turned into too great a regret and was coming down on him. He didn't even have time to think about how he could do this....
　It was too late for him to realize what was important. She was always trying to make him realize it. He had drawn a line with the squire and pretended not to see it.

　Why hadn't I done everything in my power to get her out of there when she was in the line of fire? Why had I allowed her to help me?
　He was saddened by the regret of such an obvious question.

　Because that's how Ail had treated me. It was because I had kept a lid on my emotions. That's why my heart begins to ache now.


　Tesfia swallowed what she wanted to hear most as she tried to leave Ayle, who was sobbing and shaking her shoulders, intact.
　It was muttered unexpectedly. The words never came from resentment, because he understood that he was the most stupid person in the world.

'He destroyed everything ... my father, the servants ...'
..........

　He was the one who burned the mansion to the ground, brutally murdered his followers without leaving a single one of them behind, and killed the head of the family, Morotheon. Isle had never resented his incompetence as much as he did. It wasn't a matter of being too much for him to handle. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you want to do. That's why he had served.

　However, the defeat at Tenbram had caused a change in Ail's goals. Sensing this, Orneus had given up on him early. No, perhaps he had gotten tired of playing around.

　The same question was asked by the soldier who visited earlier, but now that I say it again, I can even think why he didn't kill me. That's about the only way to get your resentment out. Why do I have to do this with Silsila?

　He didn't know what to aim for in a world without her, what to aim for in a world without her, nothing to do, if only she were there... Everyday life flashed back to his mind - he knew that the mundane scene was finite. That the view, free of money and power, was more valuable than anything else.

　He was himself listening to Silsila's dictum about tea with a bitter smile. Still, the somewhat relieved, conventional air is somehow endearing now... and it's more painful than anything else.
　In the end, I finally realized that the ideals that I had set as goals were established because of her. The illusion that Ail had envisioned would never have been alone.


　He stopped once, but Tesfia left the hospital room without saying anything to him. He looked back at the slight gap where the door was closing and saw that his face was truly human, not the masked false expression he had before.
　It would have been better if this wasn't the reason for the change.



　Closing the door behind me, I let out a deep sigh, haha~. I couldn't help but get emotional, but now that I think about it, it's not the kind of attitude I would have for a heartbroken person.
　That's why as soon as I started walking, I uttered a few words of confirmation.

''Are you sure you're happy about that?''
Thank you. I know I'm not the right person to ask you to do this, but thank you for choosing to do it.

　A woman turns to look terribly weak in her wheelchair. However, her face was not as weak as her injuries.
　The painful figure could be seen even through the top of her inspection clothes.
　One sleeve was not through anything. Despite the absence of an arm that should be there, the woman was smiling cheerfully with a sense of happiness on her cheeks.

　Tesfia offered, even though it was a wheelchair powered by magic.

'Would you like me to push it?'
'Thank you for your help. I was just hoping to give you a little more time.
You feel that much for him, don't you? I don't think he deserves it.
''.........Yes. This one incident is also my immorality. I can't put it on him alone. But it needs to change. Both I and he........

　It was supposed to be a smooth, weightless wheel movement, but it felt heavy to Tesfia for the words.
　It was too heavy a price to pay.

　It seemed to tell her that the cause of this was not only his environment but also her own, and it was all she could do to even phase.
　It was a heavy word.

　There would be no more of the Umluina family coming to the fore. Still, he decided that he couldn't continue like this for as long as his life lasted, and this is what he did.
　It was ironic that he had to die to realize this, or perhaps it was just good that he realized it.
　Because it's always after you've lost something you thought was important that you realize how important it really is.

　Tesfia felt a little bit sorry for her, and a little bit envious of her. So it seemed like they could get along somewhat, though.

'It may be inappropriate for me to say this,'
Yes?

Silsila-san you're a sick man, aren't you?
Yes.....

　While her face was sunny as she turned her head, she must have had some concerns. Maybe he used it as a cover to distract her from that.
　That's why Tesfia would respond with dismay.