Mecha Start, Nuclear Bomb Tokyo

"No... That, Lady Irena, I didn't mean that."

The magic broom sighed, wanting to explain.

"Eh...? That means... I was euthanized?"

"..." Magic broom.

The girl transformed from a broom doesn't know what to do anymore.

She could only stand up and look at An Yi: "Maybe it's because she usually likes to think about things. When this happens, she will show a humble and weak side that is completely opposite to her personality."

"I see it."

An Yi glanced sideways at Irena who was on the bed.

I found that Irena was also looking at herself with extremely weak and moist eyes at this moment.

That kind of expression, as if he was afraid of being abandoned, was as weak as a puppy.

Irena herself was very pretty and pretty.

Although he usually has a bad personality, he still can't hide it.

Seeing her like this at this time, the magic broom next to her sighed and felt unbearable.

But An Yi's expression didn't change much.

He just reached out and placed his palm on Irena's forehead.

"Woo...it's cool."

Irena gently rubbed her smooth forehead against An Yi's palm, making an inarticulate voice.

"...Anyway, I'll go back and get some special medicine."

An Yi turned his head to look at the magic broom.

His physique has long since prevented colds, so he naturally didn't carry anything like cold medicine with him.

"For the idiot master of my family... I really trouble you, Mr. An Yi."

The magic broom looked at An Yi very sorry.

"Just a little thing."

To An Yi, a cold is not a serious illness at all.

The special medicine was poured in, and Irena would be fine after resting for a while.

but--

"do not go..."

"I'm going to get the medicine."

An Yi said to Irena who was holding her trouser leg expressionlessly.

"Don't go... If you dare to leave me alone like this, I will immediately bite my teeth and kill myself."

"...Ah..." Hearing Irena's words, the magic broom next to her rubbed her temples.

It was obviously a broom, but for some reason, she felt that her blood pressure was full.

In desperation, the magic broom could only lower its head: "Listen to me, Lord Irena, Lord An Yi is just going to get the medicine."

"Don't go..."

"...It's just to get the medicine. Besides, Lady Irena, do you really have the strength to bite your tongue and kill yourself now?"

"Occasionally."

"It seems that there is not."

"Occasionally."

"I'm going to trouble Mrs. An Yi to deal with it here... I'd better get the medicine."

Looking at Irena, the owner who was tearful but stubbornly said, "I really bit my tongue and killed myself."

The magic broom said helplessly to An Yi in front of him.

"Alright."

An Yi nodded, and casually told the magic broom where the special medicine was placed.

to be honest.

No wonder the magic broom would bully the sick Irena so much.

This guy is like two people when he is sick and when he is not.

The soft and cute appearance in front of her, weak and helpless, with scattered gray hair, if combined with her usual bad personality.

It is indeed easy to stimulate the sadistic desire of others.

An Yi shook her head, and sat beside Irena like this.

At the same time, he took out Thanasis' analysis report on the 'Protagonist's Halo' and turned it over page by page——

"shake hands..."

A white palm suddenly stretched out.

"......"comfortable.

An Yi turned her head, just in time to see Irena who stretched out her white palm from under the quilt.

"shake hands."

Probably because she was afraid that An Yi would leave right now, Irena made a soft voice.

"......"comfortable.

Take Irena's hand.

But what I didn't expect was that Irena broke free from the palm of her hand, and then held An Yi's palm with five fingers interlocking.

After making such an action.

Irena showed a relieved expression.

She looked at An Yi, and said 'thank you' in a childish voice.

Then he adjusted his sleeping position a little, and pulled An Yi's palm into the warm blanket.

how to say...

The drowsy Irena slept on her side under the warm blanket.

It seems to remember the past.

impression.

Leaning in his mother's arms.

In front of you is a warm stove.

Next to my ear is the voice of my mother slowly chanting the story of "Nicole's Adventure Story".

She fell asleep slowly.

His palms were clenched tightly, refusing to let go.

It's just this pose...

Although Irena is very comfortable, she is not particularly friendly to An Yi.

The bed is not very high, it is about the same height as the chair.

And to maintain the posture of extending the palms, An Yi can only sit on the ground leaning against the bed.

"never mind."

Seeing that Irena was already asleep, An Yi didn't do anything to continue stimulating her.

Because in a sense.

Irena this guy...

I feel that whether she is sick or not, she is a troublesome woman.

An Yi kept on doing this.

Awaiting the return of Irena's magic broom.

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Irena could feel it.

The warmth of being in the mother's womb is wrapping itself.

warmth...

With a little sense of stability.

The soreness all over his body is slowly dissipating.

Instead, a sense of comfort permeated the whole body.

It's an indescribable feeling.

It is a relaxed and relaxed feeling as if you want to relax your toes.

And also...

The indescribable temperature began to spread from the palm of the hand.

Gradually dispel the feeling of hot and cold in the body.

Irena breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought about what happened before she started the journey.

At that time, I was not a witch, and I hadn't even studied magic.

My mother would often hold her favorite "Nicole's Adventure Story" and tell picturesque magic stories in her ears.