"Worcester!"

"Worcester!"

In the blurred vision, the face that cannot be seen clearly speaks to himself, but just from hearing it, the owner of the voice must be very sad.

"Definitely! Protect yourself.... Stay alive! ”

.........

Ha.... Ha..... Ha....!

Wooster touched his beating heart and sat up directly, his head was covered with fine beads of sweat, his breathing was a little unsmooth, his right hand supported his face, panting.

It took a while for Worcester to come to his senses.

Over here... Where...?

Worcester looked at the room he was in, yes, he didn't see the wooden house, at least the location of the windowsill was not where he remembered, the scenery outside the window did not see the green forest, and the buildings outside the window were also gray stone brick walls.

.......？

Wooster lifted the covers and walked slowly to the windowsill, but he froze.

The streets are not narrow and many of the shops are crowded with their wares. And it seems to be in the middle of the city outside, although I don't know why I can hardly hear the noise outside.... But you can see that it is very prosperous.

Here it is...... City....? Human.... City?

.... Worcester pondered how he got here.

He didn't have any memories of coming here, but it was only Estelle's possibility.

Anyway, let's go down and see how it goes.

Bang Bang—

The moment he stepped on the steps, without warning, Worcester felt a sharp headache, as if his eyes were about to jump out. But it was only for a moment, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was his own delusion.

"Are you awake?"

Hear the familiar good morning greeting and the familiar sound, accompanied by the sound of clanging collisions.

Worcester had just emerged from the corner of the stairs when he saw Estelle poking her head out of the room, shaking a vial of an unknown liquid in her hand.

"Sister Dale... This is....? ”

Worcester looked at Estelle in full gear for some reason, yes, she was wearing a full overalls that only pharmacists would wear.

"As you can see, this is my potion shop."

As if to prove it, she shook the bottle at Worcester.

"Miss Esdale!" Someone else's voice came from outside the door, and this should be at the back door or something.

"In!" Estelle responded, turning her head and winking at Worcester.

"I'm a guest, I'll go and see first, the front desk is in front, come with me to the reception?"

"Good...."

Worcester was pulled straight by Esdale. After passing through the small door, the real one came to Estelle's apothecary.

"Oh....."

Worcester was speechless.

Although the whole building is mainly made of sand and stone, it is not monotonous at all under Estelle's decoration. The store is huge, and there is even a waiting seat at an apothecary, although there are not many customers at the moment.... In Worcester's impressions, I can only say, this is really not a restaurant?

Although the strong herbal flavor can tell... It's Wooster who couldn't help but complain, after all, the pharmacy in his impression here is not quite equated.

"Welcome to Esdale's trellis!"

Estelle welcomed the guests with a smile, but more like an introduction to Worcester.

As for why Estelle called her pharmacy a flower shed, Worcester didn't know very well, obviously the large scale completely subverted the apothecary in Worcester's impression.... However, it is true that there are bonsai planted everywhere, and there are so many bonsai that you can feel that this is a flower shed..... It is said that it is also jokingly called, after all, if it is not planted with herbs, it is really a flower shed....

———

Night soon falls, and time always passes quietly when it comes to work..... Is that really the case!

Worcester was embarrassed, for he was completely like a pendant that day, and could not do anything, and he looked at Estelle's earnest affection, without the slightest of the laziness and recklessness of the cabin, so that Worcester could not even say a word.

So it can only .......

"Sure enough, your cooking skills are pretty good!"

An intoxicated Estelle was munching on Worcester's dinner.

… The only thing Worcester can think of is cooking.

After a day's work, it is easy to get tired with the smell of herbs, and a delicious dinner is about the best thing to soothe people's hearts.

The lights were bright outside, and the scene of the bustling city made Worcester a little hesitant, not that he was not used to it, or that he still felt that all this was still unreal.

During the day, he didn't dare to run out, he stayed in the back room and attic to pass the time, and only when it was time to eat did he go into the kitchen.

To Worcester's surprise, there was not even a single servant in the huge apothecary, and it seemed that this place, no, Estelle's apothecary, was busy every day, so where did she have time to rest? Maybe I don't have much time for lunch.

"There are still a few orders left, and tomorrow should be fine."

Estelle took the last sip of the hot drink in the cup, and with a slight stroke of her right hand, the words on the parchment on the table were erased, and when she put down the cup, she waved it again with her right hand, and the parchment flew up as if it had come to life, and flew back into the hall, probably back to where it had been.

Estelle looked at Worcester as if she had seen a ghost and explained that this level of magic was not strange, it was very ordinary.

But Worcester wasn't surprised by the magic, though he didn't notice that Estelle had released it without even making a gesture to sing....

For the first time, he felt the difference between the demon world and the human world, and he felt very strange.

.... The language is the same, but the words are different....

He got up and grabbed the cutlery on the table.

"I'm going to wash the dishes, you can go and take a break."

Estelle spat out a mouthful of white mist, it was already winter, and the temperature had dropped significantly.

"Don't worry, let's talk."

Worcester was stunned for a moment, he also understood what Estelle wanted to say, seemed to be full of determination, put down the cutlery in his hand, and followed Estelle to the second floor, which was barely Worcester's bedroom.

Worcester's facial expression was a little wonderful, he really didn't have any talent for deception, and it could even be said that he simply wrote "My origin is very problematic" on his face.

His emotions even seem to be telling others that he is very wrong.

What am I going to do? What should I do?

"You may be seated."

Estelle didn't know where to pull out a set of tables and chairs when she was in Worcester, and although it looked plain, Worcester was absolutely worth a lot of money just by feeling the comfort of this armchair.

"How's it going?"

Worcester sat facing Ashdale face-to-face, nervously clenching his palms and leaning forward slightly. Even though he didn't know why he was so nervous, he still wrote his inner thoughts on his face.

"Take it easy.... You know what you look like..... Thankfully, you didn't run away. ”

Estelle sighed.

"You still have to learn to control your emotions."

Unconsciously, Worcester, who was clearly in a pharmacy in a downtown area, gradually became unaware of the noise outside.

Is it late? Still is....

"How's it going?"

Estelle sent the same greeting again.

Worcester remembered that he hadn't answered, and was a little at a loss.

"Today.... Okay, able to adapt..."

"As you can see, we're in the city right now."

Estelle just recounted a simple fact, but it made Worcester feel a trance.

City.....

“.... Can you tell me a little bit about the current situation? ”

Wooster lowered his head for a long time before he could hold back a sentence, he still couldn't face the reality, just asking [now], he was very struggling.

"This is the harbor city of the Misherian Empire, Kling."

Estelle stared at Worcester's face and cleared her throat.

"Eleven years of the Rheali."

Worcester sighed, in fact, he didn't bother to deny it, he now preferred to believe that it was eleven years, after all, in all senses, three years after the incident, it was a very long time, and he, and even Estelle, should not be implicated.

Estelle picked up her teacup, ready to wait for Worcester's speech, and he lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Okay, just tell her that.

(Tell her....) ）

Bang bang.

Worcester's heart pounded violently, and without warning, a voice sounded in his heart, perhaps even from the depths of his soul, that he had never heard before.

His pupils shrank, Wooster had trouble breathing for a moment, and his vision darkened for a moment.

At the end of the darkness, a strange black shadow flashed, swaying.

It's so painful, it's so uncomfortable!

I don't know how long it lasted, but Worcester only felt the difficulty of time.

This level of pain, as if... It was as if someone had grabbed him by the throat and covered his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Estelle's clear voice rang in her ears, pulling Worcester back to reality.

Well..? What's wrong...?

The pain was gone, as if it had never been there all along.

Coming back to his senses, Worcester saw Estelle drinking tea from a teacup.

Odd... It seems that Estelle was already drinking water just now..... Does it take that long?

.... Is it a delusion?

Worcester shook his head, glanced at Estelle with a puzzled face, patted his chest, and saw that nothing had happened.

"I... Actually, it's a demon world.. Oh? ”

Worcester's head was hot, and he suddenly said this sentence very hastily, but he realized that he had not said it with the slightest tact.

Huh?

It's over!!

It's all because the strange thing happened just now, which made Worcester suddenly have a feeling of the aftermath of his life, and the very tactful sentence he had conceived in his mind was not said at all, and he hastily and directly said the most terrible words in the human world.

"I already knew."

Estelle put down her teacup and looked at Wooster helplessly.

Huh...? Well? ...

"Sister Dale, you..... I've known this for a long time...? When? ”

Worcester looked at Estelle with a helpless face in shock, as if he had made a big joke, what has Worcester been struggling with?

"I knew the day I picked you up, well, it's hard to know? See for yourself your face. ”

Just as Worcester was about to say something, Estelle threw out a crystal plate out of nowhere, and Worcester caught the board in a hurry, which could be identified as a mirror.

But who would use this kind of magical, apparently specially made mirror.....

Worcester felt the magic energy within, it turned out that the mirrors of this world were generally made of this rare ore....

By the way, look at your own face... I don't think I've ever looked in the mirror... Although I passed through the river that day, I fell into the river because I wanted to see my face, and all the baskets of herbs were wasted..... And the face is not seen clearly.....

He suddenly remembered that Estelle's cabin didn't seem to have mirrors, and there were no mirrors in a place where women lived, but in that kind of wilderness... It really doesn't matter if you want a mirror or not....

"What are you waiting for?"

Ah, yes, my thoughts are running away again, but Estelle's request is obviously very meaningful.... Could it be that there is something wrong with my face?

Under all kinds of nonsense, Worcester, who thought he was under great pressure, slowly lowered his head to look at his face in the crystal mirror.

......

Nothing is a problem.?

The same facial features, hairstyle is also my impression of myself, except that I can't see the color of my hair clearly.... Well, it's probably silvery white, and the only thing worth caring about is that only the facial age is completely unmarked as if it had experienced three years.

"Tsk, you're just looking at a reflective board like this, won't you not feel the magic energy contained in this mirror?"

Estelle looked like a hillbilly, and with a wave of her right hand, Worcester felt a wisp of magic lightly injected into the crystal mirror, and the crystal mirror became clearer under the touch of magic.

Wooster lowered his head again and looked at himself in the mirror, he was a little apprehensive, he also expected that things would not be too simple.

........

And it is, and it is.

The room was not lit, and the moonlight was enough to illuminate the room, but the moonlight was small after all, and the whole room was very dim, and the activated crystal mirror shone faintly in the darkness, but the light was not its own.

The deep purple glimmer reflected a swirling silhouette, moving like an abyss, and Worcester's mind could not think of more words to describe such light and shadow.

Because it's the same reflection of Worcester's eyes.