How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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"You finally smiled."

"Have it?"

She tried touching the corner of her mouth, and it seemed to have a slight curve.

A faint warmth welled up in my heart.

Once you understand the situation, there's really nothing to worry about.

I didn't hold anyone back.

It's just that the time for him to show his skills hasn't come yet.

All my companions are safe and sound; this result is good enough.

"Sirocco...."

The moment she looked up, she found herself face to face with Sirocco.

very close.

Up close, one can see the other person's crystal-clear eyes, reflecting a gentle and refined light.

They were almost dangerously close, their breaths mingling...

Breed quickly and silently looked up at the sky, shifted her position slightly to the side, and took a deep breath of the somewhat hot air:

"Ah...the weather is so nice, isn't it, Sirocco?"

"Is it good? Should I say that?"

so close.

I almost crossed the border.

We are childhood sweethearts.

They're good neighbors, good classmates, and maybe one day they'll become good teammates.

There wasn't much of a relationship.

The girl touched her chest, reminding herself of her mistake.

"Ahem, so, Sirocco, will you still train with me in the future? Although I'm not as strong as Kas now, there's not much I can teach you..."

Britt's tone, while self-deprecating, also contained a hint of expectation.

How did we end up here again?

Sirocco couldn't understand girls' thinking; it was all too erratic.

However, he will only answer truthfully:

"Of course. Influenced by you, I'm exhausted from exercising, but it's also really fun."

His words were sincere and earnest.

"Yeah."

Bridley smiled gently and obediently, the curve of her lips higher than before.

The conversation ended naturally, with no further developments.

The two sat silently in the chairs, sipping water.

A gentle breeze brings a pleasant coolness, and the faint chirping of cicadas, the flapping of birds' wings, and the rustling of tree branches create a natural lullaby.

I don't know if I'm tired from talking too much, or if I'm feeling relaxed now that the past month's events are over.

The weather is so nice.

Sirocco felt his eyelids were very heavy.

With my childhood sweetheart by my side, I feel at ease. I hope I won't wake up to a perverted old man this time.

There were no magical reactions nearby, so it's most likely neither someone using a hypnosis app nor someone launching a sneak attack.

After thinking for a while, Sirocco accepted that it was his body that was feeling tired.

Anyway, Brid is there too.

Brid took the Aubris bread from the ring table.

Tear open the packaging bag:

"Sirocco, do you want some? I can share half with you... three-quarters... or even a quarter."

"Huh? Ahh..."

Sirocco didn't hear clearly.

It's okay to take a short nap, right...?

Sirocco relinquished control of his body, letting the Sandman lull him into a dream.

"Sirocco, want to come over to my place tonight? Let's celebrate the victory. I'll pay you, and I'd like you to cook..."

A sudden weight appeared on her left shoulder.

She turned her head and found that it was Sirocco leaning against her.

Brid's body seemed to have been paused, her movements suddenly stiffening.

"Sirocco, when I say eating, I don't mean living off a woman."

The boy's even breathing brushed against Brid's orange hair.

"I was planning to go to the dungeon anyway. Sirocco... with you like this, I won't be able to eat any bread..."

Brid lowered her voice unconsciously, pleading with fluctuating emotions.

Under the shade of trees, on a bench in the schoolyard, a girl with long, dark hair (it appears to be) is fast asleep, her head resting on the shoulder of an orange-haired girl.

The orange-haired girl, her whole body tense, moved extremely unnaturally, maintaining a pose of half-holding bread.

The cream melted and dripped onto my skirt, but I didn't dare wipe it off.

Did it melt because of the hot weather, or because of her suddenly elevated body temperature...?

Maybe, only she herself knows.

108. Hertanid's Proposal

Cass wasn't entirely sure how he got home.

In a daze, I declined my classmates' invitation to a celebratory banquet.

It seems that a purple-haired girl tried to talk to him, but he refused.

When I came to my senses, I found myself already home.

Unwittingly ignoring Haider's kind greeting, Cass Katya walked to her brother's bedside without even changing her clothes.

"Why did it turn out like this, brother? I was quite happy this morning, but now I feel so sad, like nothing matters anymore. Is this what they mean by 'extreme joy turns to sorrow'?"

Cass was breathing evenly on the hospital bed.

"Sirocco, he actually had a girl he liked? Why didn't I think of that... No, I actually had a vague idea. How could someone like that not have anyone interested in him? I've been trying to avoid acknowledging this fact; I've been running away from it."

By the way, it's possible that Sirocco was deceived! That girl must have thought Sirocco's innocent and naive appearance made him an easy target!

Cass didn't react; the ends of his hair were ruffled by Katya's excited breath.

"Okay, I understand. Maybe he's just pretending to have feelings for that girl. Sirocco probably has some kind of plan. I know from our interactions these past few days that no one can lie to him... unless..."

Unless he willingly allows himself to be deceived.

If I like someone that much, what can I do?

If it were Sirocco lying to me, I would be willing to be lied to by him.

I'm willing to believe whatever he says.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Katya's tears streamed down her face, and she kept wiping her face with her arm to prevent them from dripping onto the bed.

"Liking someone is such a painful thing... Unfounded delusions, it's all just an excess of self-consciousness, thinking that the other person cares about me..."

Comics are all lies.

Love that you believe you've given and received in return is a painful and agonizing process.

There's no such thing as a sweet and sour romance.

"I say, is it possible that you've been interacting with that brat in a masculine manner, so that brat doesn't see you as female?"

Hertanid, seemingly out of nowhere, stood beside him as a little girl, dumbfounded as she revealed a fact he had overlooked.

"........ah."

That hit the nail on the head.

Katya suddenly realized.

Sirocco's words were so devastating that Katya's mind went blank for a moment and she forgot about it.