“Hey,” Wolfram said with a strict voice when my body leaned closer. “Keep your distance, keep your distance. Don’t come too close.”
“Uh, sure, sure. Staying closer than two meters from you is prohibited, I know.”
He hates me now, and just a little while ago we were close enough to get into the wood box together.
“Emm, Wolf. There’s something I’d like to confirm.”
“Do you… have hair on your chest?.. No wait! Never mind. Growing up.. 80 years might be a bit too…"
That hairy something around his chest is enough proof… When mazoku grow and mature is impossible to predict!
"Yep, don’t tell me you’re jealous now!”
“What are you suddenly grumbling about, you!”
But body hair wasn’t the only matter I wanted to discuss.
“I though about apologizing.”
“What? Are you gonna make me apologize now?”
“No, that’s not what I meant! I don’t want you to apologize, I’m not angry about anything. But it seems that you are, look, you even… don’t let me come close to you! That’s why I though we should settle this properly. Maybe it won’t make it better, but I thought the least I could do is apologize. I don’t want the atmosphere to stay this awkward. And it’s probably awkward for Captain Sizemore and Dacascos too.”
I sit leaning my back against a table that we pushed over on the floor as a safety feature, so that even if someone shoots and arrow from the entrance it will get stuck in it. It’s long enough to protect two injured people sitting two meters apart. However, because we can’t use chairs we have to sit directly on the splintery wooden floor.
“It’s only natural that you hate me now… I injured you even though we are friends. But there’s no time for that now.” As soon as I said that I covered my mouth and looked down in shame. “I… I was even going to … to kill you, Wolf. Back then I was really going to.. Damn, I feel so sick I’m gonna throw up.”
“Wait Yuuri, does it hurt somewhere else beside your eyes and shoulder?”
I wave my right hand in front of my face to say that it’s not what I meant. It’s not like I am physically sick. It is all this sudden stress and nervousness that made me hyper acidic.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. Can’t believe that I didn’t even think it could be you. I regret it, and if you say words are not enough I will take any punishment. To show you I mean it sincerely.”
“I was going to talk about that once everything was settled and Your majesty was safely escorted back to Shin Makoku. But since you brought it up there’s no choice now.”
Wolfram turned his head my way and continued letting out a small sigh.
“It could be you punishing me now if you wished so. Not only I raised my sword against Your Majesty the Maou, I also attacked and injured you. But I swear… I didn’t know it was you, Yuuri.”
“I didn’t know it was you either!”
At that time when Wolfram climbed down the rope to get underground I completely mistook him for an enemy. In the darkness the moment I saw his sword shine in the sunlight coming from above I was sure he was an enemy that came to kill me. “The moment I saw the sword…”
“I barely saw a shadow of a person moving. I didn’t even think whether it was a friend or enemy, but as I stepped forward I heard ‘That shadow is an enemy, there’s no mistake about that’… like it was someone else’s voice.”
“And I saw a sword pointing right at me so I pushed the sharp blade away from me and pierced your… your stomach… s-stabbed…” While I was saying that imagining it hurt so much.
Violating the “not more than 2 meters” rule I came closer to Wolfram nervously putting the palm of my hand to his stomach where the cut was supposed to be.
“I am not as skilled as Gisela-san, but it will definitely be better than doing nothing.”
“Stop it! Don’t use majutsu!” Immediately Wolfram shakes it off. “How much more dim-witted can you be, wimp!
This is the land of shinzoku! There is so much houryoku on this continent that Gisela couldn’t so much as set a foot on it. It’s hard to even imagine what would happen if you carelessly started to use maryoku in a place like this. And here you are all ready to use your magic without even thinking. That’s why I’m telling you to stay away!”
“Did you not hear me? I said, because you’d use your magic I told you to stay away from me.”
But hearing him say it again didn’t change the meaning of what he said. That reason was so completely different from the one I was worrying myself sick over.
“… You are not ang… angry with me?"
"Of course I am angry, because you are so careless.”
“If you truly started to hate me I’d…”
“If I hated you?” Wolfram said as though unwillingly, changing the intonation and turning the ending of the phrase into a question, stretching the word hated.
“Would a person who hates the king be the same one who willingly keeps on running after him to the farthest corners of the world? And even go as far as….” There was a sound of fabric rustling and then something slipping, being dragged down. Sound of a cord being untied. “….brining along something as eerie as Günter’s amulet.”
This time it was my turn to turn the ending into a question.
The object shaped like a tiny pouch is touching my hands swinging to and fro.
No matter how much I concentrate and strain my eyes I can’t see anything but grayish silhouettes, so I grab it to confirm: it’s a knitted woolen sack. Extremely unpleasant to the touch, uneven texture, some threads sticking out. I wonder if it’s the protecting amulet Conrad was talking about. In other words, what I pierced with my sword is this thing that resembles a replica of Jizo.
“Are you sure it is an amulet? I can hardly call this a miracle."
"It’s made from Günter’s hair.”
“Hee—” I quickly pulled away my hand that the thing was touching. Wasn’t it supposed to be cursed anyway?
“It seals my magic. As long as I wear it on my body I can freely walk on the land full of houjutsu, and for that a secret technique was used which… which.. What kind of technique was that anyway? Strange, I can’t remember what it was, it all seems so hazy.”
“Wah! It’s Okay if you don’t, it’s totally Okay.”
They say that people who had some shocking experience in the past seal off their memories of it to protect themselves from a mental breakdown. I don’t think I’d dare to ask, but since it was Günter there’s no way that nothing happened.