The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

"Hey, Al?

"What?"

"Me, don't you have to work?

Acrylic asked Algard yes. Although I took it upon myself to do my job, I don't have a job that looks particularly like work just to study the next day.

Algardo, questioned by an acrylic, answers as he shifts his posture so that he arms together and leads to the back of the chair.

"Taking care of me around me doesn't mean I'm doing anything myself, especially"

"Really?

"Ah."

"Hmm. But don't you have to clean it?

Remember Clive's story. Acrylic makes repeated inquiries. Doesn't this make sense that you've been asked to do your job?

"Clive will ask for it when he needs it. Plus, I need to teach you how to clean. I guess I'll plant it there when I'm removing it for my use. Besides, what acrylics do today is they study."

"Yeah. I know most of the words now, but I need to be able to even speak more."

Acrylic exchanges conversations, but his hands are moving in writing. Writing while having a conversation, because it is parallel, the movement of the hand is the blunt thing acrylic was taken seriously.

But it is from acrylics that we shake the subject, and there is nothing to talk about from Algard. It's just that Algardo is watching the acrylic.

"... Hey, Al"

"What?"

"Are you free?

"... you can't deny it."

"What's Al doing?

Acrylic asked Algardo, whining bitterly, tilting his little neck.

Algard has many mysteries. Apparently, he's a great guy, but he can't get out of this hall, and he can take care of the acrylic if he's free.

Algardo gives a subtle look, wondering how to answer an acrylic question.

"Especially, nothing"

"Is Al sick or something?

"... what makes you think that?

He said, "I'm not doing anything. I don't know if you can let me."

Algardo leaves his subtle expression on Acrylic's anticipation and hands on him to hide his mouth without answering anything.

"... right. Acrylics will be a problem in the future."

"Yeah?"

"I'm a sinner."

Acrylic opened his eyes to Algard, who shrugged and stared at Algard's face.

"Sinner...?

"Ah. So being here is a punishment to pay for that sin."

When Algard tells him what to tell him, he deflects his gaze from the acrylic.

Acrylic marvels at Algard's confession, but sees how Algard is doing and feels unspeakably uncomfortable.

Disgusting as not coming out of the back of my throat. Acrylic distorted his eyebrows to the point where he seemed to be able to grab it in one more step, but couldn't reach it.

"... well"

"... is that all?

Algardo returns his gaze to the acrylic gavel.

Acrylic thought I must be thinking that if it was something more to be said. That's why I was able to say exactly what I was going to say.

"Because I don't think Al is a bad person because Al is a sinner"

"... I wonder. Maybe not, huh?

"Is that a habit?

Acrylic distorted his expression to say it was clearly unpleasant. Algard blinked his eyes when the reaction of the acrylic was something he didn't even think it would be.

"Habits?"

"You look like you want to be the bad guy"

"... because, in fact, you're a bad guy"

Algard groans and makes himself look ridiculous. The smile that floated was the look on Algardo's face that Acrylic had recently begun to see.

That's what crippled Acrylic's mind. The Algardo thing that I never tried to get my thanks for before passes through my brain.

Al.

"... what?

"You regret your sins, don't you?

Algardo breathed like he had been poked in the void. Acrylic keeps staring at Algard moving.

Having noticed the gaze from the acrylic, Algardo slipped away from his gaze at first glance.

"Looks like Al wants to be punished."

"... does that look like it?

"Visible"

Algardo covered his eyes with one hand to hide his gaze at the pointing out of the acrylic that could be poked straight at.

"Because I don't know Al. So I'm going to say something... but I can't breathe."

――――

Algard breathed and turned his gaze away at the acrylic with his hands that were hiding his eyes.

There's a full look of surprise there, but that look quickly turns into a bitter laugh.

"... you've been told the same thing"

"Huh?"

My sister told me the same thing.

sister. Acrylic pinned his ear to the word Algard shrugged, and stood up.

"Sister?

"Ah."

"You said the same thing to me... then I'm sure you're worried about Al"

"- I don't deserve that."

Quiet, but in a rough tone to slap, Algard ran out of words. Acrylic reveals his surprise at the angry emotions he has never shown before.

Soon Algard realized that his emotions had been disturbed, too, and he held his finger between his brows as the punishment seemed bad.

"... sorry. But I wasn't close to my sister."

"Really?

"Oh.... maybe I just hated it unilaterally, but yeah"

"... why?

I'm not sure about acrylics. Someone named Algard's sister. The emotions Algardo has towards his sister.

That's why I was curious. Because it was the first time Algard had revealed his emotions so far.

"My sister was brilliant and I was just a falling out"

Algardo opened up plenty of time to pick a word before saying so.

The word feels heavy, like a bite. That's all Algard has in mind, to the point where he feels that way.

"But, Al?

"... what"

"I think it's a lie that Al doesn't like your sister."

Algard turned his gaze toward the acrylic as he saw something odd. I don't know why Algard is turning such a gaze on acrylics.

"... what makes you think that?

"Because Al doesn't like it, it's more like he's telling himself. If you don't like someone and you feel bad about someone, I'll go out more, normal. But Al isn't."

"What do you know?

That was a word Algard had reflexively spoken, holding his mouth down as he said he had overlapped his lethargy as well.

Acrylic turns his gaze toward Algard as he blinks several times at Algard's words. Correct your posture and face straight back to Algard.

"Al. You can be angry, so listen to me."

"... acrylic?

"If you want me to understand, I won't know until you tell me to understand. So I want you to talk to Al more."

Algardo made his shoulders jump on acrylic words. Acrylic continued as he pretended not to notice it.

"I want to know about Al. I want to know more and make that breathlessness easier for you. I don't know about Al, so I don't know what to say. I don't know if Al will hurt, suffer, or be happy."

"... you don't know. Why would you want to do that?

"You want to help, but you have so many reasons?

That's strange, let the acrylic say it out.

"Me, I can't go back to where I was, and I don't think I can. But I don't want to die, so I have to live where I can live. And now I'm living next to you. If you're in pain, I want to help. Is this why Al's convinced?

"Even if it's not next to me, there's a way to live. That's what Clive showed."

Then I'll choose you.

Acrylic stuck to Algard in a frustrating mix. It is this time that Algard turns into a stunned look.

An acrylic gaze is intertwined to see something incredible, and an acrylic gaze to Algard.

"I'm sure it doesn't have to be me. But that guy's not in Al right now, is he? Then I will be. To whoever chooses you."

"Are you stupid, you are. I told you I was a sinner."

"Why would that be?

"Nah...!?"

Algard unexpectedly loses his word. Acrylic takes his seat and stuffs it to Algard like he says he can't stand it.

"If that's the case, I'm a sinner who tried to steal, right?

"... oh, that's"

"Still, Al told me I was good here. I can tell you that." I don't care about that. "

"The weight of my sins is not like that"

"It's the same, any sin. Same thing."

Acrylic stuffed in Algardo brings his face so close that he may feel exhaled.

"It was painful, it was hard, I couldn't help but breathe. I want to get out of here. I wanted to live, but I wanted to throw it. Hey, what's the difference? What's the difference between me and Al?

"... you can just say that because you don't know"

"Then talk to me. I said I want to know. If you really don't want them to know, you can hide it, right? You can't hide it anymore. Hasn't Al noticed? Are you sure this is about you? You're in pain now, aren't you?

Acrylics overlap words as they desperately complain. The hand reaches out to Algard's cheek.

Acrylic fingers touch Algard's cheek. Algardo opens his eyes and stares at each other at close range with the acrylic.

Algardo's hand reaches out to the acrylic shoulder. It's like trying to poke at you, but that arm loses power just by putting a hand on the acrylic shoulder.

"Huh, haha... not at all... impudent"

"Al......"

"... I don't like minded women. They even reveal what they don't want to show."

Algardo weighs in as he puts his forehead on the acrylic shoulder. Acrylic hugs her head so that she can hold it over her head as she takes the weight of Algardo's body.

Though Algard shook his body for only a moment, he quickly pulls out his strength and leaves himself in the acrylic.

"... I had to deny it. But now I don't have a reason to be mean..."

"Al......?

"It was painful. It was painful to breathe."

Was that, after all, a whining word toward acrylics? Algardo shrugs as if he were dreaming.

Algard was like a wandering, weak beast that was going to disappear.

Algard couldn't leave me alone like that, but I couldn't even think of a word to throw. Acrylic just kept stroking Algard's head.

Algardo's hand is attached to the acrylic's back. Acrylic lowered his eyes softly to the sensation of his wrist, weak enough to hold him tight.

(... after all, you couldn't say anything)

Acrylic was alone, whining in his heart as he fell asleep in his room bed.

After that, for a while Algardo had kept himself in the acrylic, but Algardo left the room with a word of apology as he had regained his mind.

The remaining acrylic hit him back and forth with renewed emotions.

"... I wonder what caused Al so much suffering"

Today's Algardo from acrylic was like a beast of hand. A beast that is weak enough to see, but cannot be left with anyone.

It's so painful and so sad that I can't cut my chest off. I wanted to do something for you, and every word I could throw at you because I thought so was going to be thin, and at the end of the day, I couldn't say anything.

"... I wonder if I said anything extra."

Unexpectedly regret passes on his chest, and acrylic holds his head.

I wonder what was the right thing to do. I was wondering if that would have been really good for you to do for Algard.

It was going to make me sick with endless questions and self-loathing. The solo sumo of such acrylic thoughts was stopped by the sound of a knock.

"Miss Acrylic, it's me. It's Clive."

"Huh? Oh, yes?

Acrylic rose out of bed to the voice heard from across the door and ran out patterned toward the door.

When I opened the door, Clive stood there. Acrylics inadvertently get a perfect ear for nervousness.

"Was your time good now?

"Oh, yes. It's okay."

"Hehe, you don't get nervous like that. It was expected that this would happen in a way. Master Algardo is starting to open his heart to you..."

"Huh?"

"Master Algard has my permission. … let's talk about Algard."

Just a little bit, though, that would be a long story.

It was just that Acrylic would glance at Clive in surprise.