Hmmm....

　I am awakened by the chilly winter temperature and the bright morning sun.

　Perhaps it's still too early for me to get up. Of course, Sarla and her maids and Bartolo will be up early to prepare breakfast.
　I'm not going to be able to get the same amount of money as the rest of you.

　I'm not going to be able to get any more than a couple of hours of non-attributional magic "lights" to stay up late.

　But sadly, I'm a six-year-old. I am a six-year-old. My body doesn't allow me to stay up late and easily fly off to the dream world. Well, either way, it's the same thing at night, as we repeat our daily magic training and get tired of using up our magic power.

　Regardless of that. I'm still sleepy. And it's cold and I don't want to get out of the futon. Why do I love the futon so much in winter? No matter how hard I train my magic, I don't think I'll ever be able to defeat the magic of the winter bedding.

'Oh, the futon. I won't let you go again. Never.

　I whisper my love to the futon and enjoy the sensation of being in the warmth and sunshine as I hug it tightly.
　Ahhhhh ... it's like my body is floating in the air. I am truly happy.

　Once one is completely asleep, one cannot feel the good feeling of lying under the covers.
　However, in this state of slumber, one can feel the comforting sensation of the futon and pillow while sleeping.

'....Oh no, I have to go pee.

　If I get out of the futon now, the cold, frigid, dry air will be upon me in the blink of an eye.

　Will I leave this comfortable place and feel refreshed, or will I defend my comfortable place to the death by enduring the onslaught of the urge to urinate?

　You must choose one or the other. Is this the conflict that the hero, the hero and the hero in the world of the story goes through?

'.................No, I have to go to the bathroom.

　You can't even enjoy a second sleep if you have to urinate. In other words, going to the toilet as soon as possible is the way to a comfortable second sleep. Even if there is a risk of getting lightheaded there, you have to do it.

　However, I just made a promise of love to the futon a few minutes ago. How could I be forgiven for breaking that so soon?　

Uh-oh!

　The conflicts swirling in my mind are clashing and fighting each other.

"...I've made up my mind. I'm going to move on.

　I was too lazy to even open them, to lift my eyelids with heavy thoughts.

"d*mn!

　The light called sunrise falls mercilessly on my eyes and my burning eyes.

　I opened my eyes and didn't know it was this. The path to the bathroom is very steep.

　Still, I move forward.

　I slowly get my feet out of the bedding.

'Ahhhhhh!　I'm cold!

　The cold air, as cold as a needle prick, assaults my legs.
　I want to get this leg back under the covers now. It's not too late. If I put my feet back under the covers, my beloved comforter will warm my body and soul.

　But how can that be good?

　The urge to urinate is steadily building up. Soon it will be too much, and it will burst.

　I have a pride that I have to protect.
　If I were to hurt that pride, people would point at me and laugh at me.

　As a man, I can't let that happen.

　I move instantly and jump out of the covers.
　I felt the lovely, lovely comforter tangle around me as if it were holding me back.

'I'm sorry,'

　With my entire body exposed, the nature called mid-winter rages on.
　I instantly organize the bedding so that the heat inside the covers doesn't escape.

　Then I made the transition with a clear image of where the toilet is.

　As I transitioned to the bathroom, I pulled down my pants and






'Ha! ........What a dream. It was awfully real.

　It's autumn now, and there is no such thing as a stinging cold. Of course there is no such thing as a stinging cold, and nature does not rage against us. And I'm in bed, not under the covers.
　The morning air may feel a bit cold when you wake up in bed, but once your body is active, this is the right temperature.

"Ha!　You're not wetting yourself or anything, are you!

　Quickly I check the crotch area.
　After a dream like that. It's quite possible.

"...safe. It's clear.

　It didn't hurt my pride.

'Alright, now let's go to sleep twice.

　I didn't end up falling asleep twice in the dream.
　I gradually sink into the darkness, enjoying the comfort of my body sinking into the futon and the softness of the blanket.

　Concon.

Al, are you awake?

　Brother Silvio's voice is thrown at me from the hallway with a knock.

'He's asleep,'

Hey, Al.

No.

I haven't said anything yet, okay?

That's not good enough!

No, my name is Ellie.

No!　I don't want to hear it. Go away.

...Huh. All right.

　I don't know if he was defeated by my stubborn intentions or dumbfounded, but brother Silvio left from the door.

　I can't believe he's disturbing me from falling asleep again. By the way, it's unusual for Brother Silvio to come to my room this early in the morning.

　However, I don't think about it because my desire to fall asleep is more important than my interest in Brother Silvio.

'Al,'

.........

　I don't know how the language differs so much between brother and sister. In the case of sister Elinora, it's definite, right?　I'm formally obliged to throw words at you, okay?　I can feel the aura of "I'm going to do this, I'm going to do that". Is it just me, or is it just me, or is it just me, or is it just the two letters "Al" that give it various connotations?

Isn't he awake?　Because I heard you were having a conversation with Silvio earlier, right?

　I really think Brother Silvio has been saying a lot of unnecessary words lately.

　If you only listen to the second half of his words, you can't help but think it's a pretty woman's jealousy. Yes, this is the pretty jealousy of a woman. Then, if you are a man, you should accept it quietly here. So be silent.

"I'm coming in.

　It's early. It's a quick decision.

　With a squeaky sound, the door is ruthlessly opened. Why didn't I lock it properly yesterday? I regret it, but I can't regret it.

'Get up, Al,'

　Sister Elinora calls out to me, but I make a bland face and breathe in my sleep.
　For all intents and purposes, he's a cute little brother.

　Elinora strokes my chestnut-colored bangs, and with a snap, she stops moving her hand.
　Then she stops moving her hands and starts to put all her strength into her arms.

It's not a good idea.　Ouch!　My skull!

　It's an ironclaw.

Did you really think you could fool me with that made-up face?

　Yeah, I was so stupid to think that.

　When she says that, Sister Elinora relaxes her arms. However, her hand remains on my head.

'Will you please let go of my hand?'

No, not yet.

　Good. "All pets should have collars, don't they? I thought you'd say.

''It's not that I have to get up so early, it's just that today is the second day of the harvest festival. Count Merna and Viscount Lorena and the others said they were going to relax at the house today.

'It's Viscount Yulina. Al is always in pain because he talks so thinly, isn't he?

　A flimsy mouth or a flimsy chest. Which is more sinful?

'Ouch!　You didn't say anything now, did you?!

The female instinct in me was telling me to hit him.

　Is it the guy called the oracle again? If the oracle comes down so quickly, you will lose your sense of gratitude, won't you? I want you to pull yourself together a little.

Anyway, we have morning practice today.

My dad didn't tell me that, Nord.

'We decided this morning. Count Merna and Mr. Rumba came to see me, and then I thought we should have some sword practice.

　d*mn, you just wandered back. Lately I've been living in the village doing manual labor, but why did you come to visit me today?

　As I recall, you said you were going to return to the capital once before winter. Then he'll come back in the spring and settle down in the village of Coriat.
　I'm glad he's an interesting and nice guy. And he's a B-ranked adventurer, so he's very dependable.

　But that doesn't matter right now.

I'm not bothering you then. Good night.

'You were personally appointed by Count Merna and Mr. Lumumba?

Shouldn't I offer up Brother Silvio as a shield?

...the shield.

　Hmm?　I thought I heard some noise in the hallway.

'Silvio can't do that. It's going to break in a minute.

I'm going to break it.

''Oh, that's right. Brother Silvio has a low defense.

　I've used the Silvio Barrier in the past and I've already confirmed its low defense.

''It's ........low defense.

Come on, let's go.

　I can't blame them for calling Count Merna out. I'll take my time and enjoy the double sleep another time.

　Finally, Elinora's sister's hand leaves her head. I wonder if there are any bills or other marks on it. Rubbing my forehead, I leave the room with Elinora and her sister.

'Silvio, what are you doing on your knees here?　I'm going to practice.

　When I went out into the corridor, for some reason Brother Silvio was lying there.

''.........Al, today's practice. Get ready for it.''

　Brother Silvio speaks with a serious look on his face.

　Hmm?　Does that mean that with Count Merna and Rumba, today's meeting will be tougher?　

'Yeah. Let's keep it up.

　I reply with a big smile.

　We'll survive each other!