"Again an answer for an answer? It seems that in the Mendelssohn Mountains we had a similar conversation. But it's a fair requirement. Luciana's face suddenly flushed, she had been aggressive before, but now she had squirmed away from Eshy's gaze, and her eyes began to roll around the room.

"Are you being shy?" Essho asked.

"That's right!" Luciana used tweezers to pick at a misaligned tendon and put it back in place, "Be honest and open-minded, that's what only my close friend or future lover would have!" Baranduk, I'm not close to you yet! ”

"Each other, Miss Justes. If you say that, you should know how abrupt and rude your previous question must have been. ”

"So you kept prevaricating me before, was it also because you were shy?" Luciana tilted her head and smiled slyly.

"Just because of resistance." Esthew replied.

"It doesn't make a difference, it's just a self-defense mechanism - anyway, if you really want to know why I'm here in the North, it doesn't hurt to tell you. In exchange, your answer should have reciprocal weight. Luciana stopped what she was doing, put the tweezers aside, and rubbed her face. When he put his hand down, there was already a solemn expression between his eyebrows, but there was still a little shame in the depths of his eyes. She leaned back in her chair slowly, her ethereal gaze spilling from the ceiling, and soon she was immersed in the memories and began her own narrative:

"There is no shortage of suitors in Issos who want to curry favor with me and take the opportunity to get in touch with my consul father, but all in vain. Their love poems seem to me to be extremely boring, and behind the rhetoric are superficial ideas, exaggerated and vulgar to the extreme. I respond sharply and fiercely to these so-called 'works'. They felt that I was insulting their wisdom - if they had the slightest point, they should have focused on delving into military theory instead of trying to hook up with celebrities with some clumsy ambiguous language. The latter also looked down on me, perhaps jealous of my father's tolerance and indulgence towards me, and did not let me be poisoned by the aristocratic course of social etiquette; Or maybe it's just because I pinpoint out exactly which of my suitors they love love letters. Soon, I found myself deliberately excluded from the social circle of the aristocracy. But being isolated doesn't mean you can be quiet. All the freedoms I enjoyed came from my father's authority, but he could not shelter me permanently and unconditionally, and a young marriageable girl was always a valuable political bargaining chip for the family. One day I will change hands, and my name will be given an unfamiliar surname, just as an ignorant collector would brand his collection. Balanduk, have you ever seen a gladiator willing to fight to the death as a slave in the Colosseum? ”

Essho shook his head.

So fleeing was a natural choice, and the Royal College in Boynbru was the natural destination. In the centuries when the kingdom of Pande fell apart, exiled scholars gathered here to perpetuate, refine, and pass on their research. I'm comfortable with academics – and I do. All right! Luciana straightened up, clapped her hands happily, and ended her long pour of euphoria with loud applause, "This is the journey of an imperial aristocratic lady who ran away from home. It's your turn. ”

Essho just looked at Lucianna and didn't say a word.

"Why, you don't want to regret it, do you?" Luciana looked at him for a moment, then abruptly looked away, "I'm telling the truth. ”

"But not all." "You're omitting some crucial points and simplifying motivation too simply," Esher said. I'm not going to ask though, and that's what sets me apart from you, Miss Justes. I will respect the secrets you don't want to confide in. ”

"It doesn't seem like your brain is full of developed muscles, but I don't appreciate that, and besides, that's your loss." Luciana snorted, picked up the tweezers, and made two strokes above Estheu's left arm, "Now it's up to you to answer my question." Also, cut this place. "Parkway

"Vengeance against the Empire means nothing to me, and it is, and it will be, and I will not allow myself to be carried into an endless cycle of hatred." Estheu's answer was as clean as his knife, "I have more important goals to achieve." ”

"That's all? And then what? Luciana's hand shook and accidentally broke a blood vessel, "I have been chattering about a lady's deep thoughts before, in order to show sincerity, should you also pave a journey of an avenger?" ”

"That's what sets me apart from you, Miss Justers. I don't get emotional, so I don't get swayed by it. Eshu looked down at the bleeding wound and raised his hand to press his arm, "Aren't you going to deal with it?" ”

Luciana muttered angrily, she spoke in a very heavily accented Imperial dialect that Estheu didn't understand, but it wasn't a good thing to say. Then she didn't say anything, just buried her head in the fight with Eshu's injured arm, but Eshu could still feel the other party's deep resentment from the rhythm and strength of the tweezers. However, Estheu was in a good mood, and in the end he had the upper hand in this battle of words, leaving no flaws, and even a resounding victory, if Luciana hadn't taken out his wounded arm.

"Can you do it a little lighter?" Eshua couldn't help but break the hard-won silence. His left arm had largely regained consciousness, with only some muscles still showing a noticeable stiffness, and it was there that Luciana was making a big fuss. She was no longer satisfied with fiddling with a pair of tweezers, but went into battle with both hands, rummaging through the tendons and blood vessels, and occasionally tapping the arm bones twice. Whether these operations had an effect on the repair of his injured arm was not known to him, but the aggravated pain was something he could clearly feel.

"What? Can't the tough guy recommended by the dean even suffer this little bit of flesh and skin? Luciana didn't look at Estheu directly, but only sarcastically.

"No, you should know that the operation is almost in the final stages, if you're so aggressive," Eschu patiently explained, "it's easy to appear—"

Before the words fell, Luciana's two tweezers made a "click" sound, and I don't know where they bumped, Eshy's arm bent and bounced off the table, almost hitting Luciana's face. Estheu kicked himself on the ground and pushed himself and his chair away from his desk, so that the arm just flew up against Luciana's forehead, and in a nondescript arc, it fell to the highest point.

"It's easy for accidents like this," Eshu pressed his left arm back to the table, which was still writhing and looking like a decapitated python, "not every time I can keep up with my unconscious reflexes." With that, Eshu shook his head, trying to dispel the dizziness in his head. The sudden stress response drained his already small amount of energy after the long journey. His fingers trembled as he moved the chair back to his desk.

“…… I'm sorry. Luciana straightened out her flirtatious bangs and said weakly. She no longer made retaliatory movements, so the final stage of repair progressed very quickly, and soon those tense muscles and bulging green tendons were calmed down to a relaxed state, but because of unnecessary blood loss, the whole arm looked a little pale. Perhaps for the same reason, Esher's healing ability also decreased significantly, and the last few cuts never healed. Brochette didn't think about this, and therefore didn't prepare a line to close the wound, so Luciana scrambled to find it for a while, and finally had to tear off the corner of her robe, and bandage it for Estheux.

"Thank you." Eshua moved his shoulders twice in satisfaction, and he was finally no longer a crippled able-bodied being, but a complete person both mentally and physically. "Like an arm". This bold and inappropriate idea made him a little ridiculous, but it also showed that the operation was a success, despite all the moths.

"After the operation, what are you going to do next?" Luciana hastily tidied up the table and asked casually, only to find that Eshu was already lying on the table, letting out a steady but heavy breathing sound, and fell asleep. Despite being asleep, Eshu's facial expression was tense and solemn, but there was a subtle, relaxed smile hidden between his eyebrows, which made him look a lot calmer.

Luciana herself was tired, but she had moved her chair to Estheau's side. She pillowed her arms and looked at Estheau's sleeping face at equal height.

"You're a boring man, Baranduk," murmured Luciana in a voice she couldn't even hear herself, before her eyelids struggled to close, "but who made you the prophetic child of Madigan?" I don't like to admit it, but yours is the motivation for my travels to the North. ”