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The day after I returned, which was a Sunday, Ellen was missing from the breakfast table. After a brief chat with Harriet, I vaguely knew the reason why.
—All I did was just follow her around... She was the one who really had a tough time. Like, she even fought with… What should I call her, your leader? That person…
I’d heard about that already.
—And then after returning to the Temple, she just sat on the bench in front of the dormitory, letting herself be drenched in rain while waiting for you to return… She wouldn’t listen to anyone trying to persuade her otherwise…
Apparently, Ellen had sat on that bench, not eating, just staring blankly into the distance. Whether she did that because she wanted to be the first to see me when I returned, or because she was mentally out of it, was unclear.
Anyhow…
She must have caught a cold for sure.
Knock, knock.
So, I knocked on Ellen’s room door. After waiting for a while, Ellen, looking haggard, opened the door.
“… What is it?”
She barely had the energy to speak.
“If you’re sick, shouldn’t you go see the duty priest or something? What are you doing here?”
I wasn’t sure if a cold could be healed with a spell, but was it right to just groan and moan about it?
“I’m fine…”
Ellen looked ready to close the door. She seemed to consider the conversation over, if I had no other business.
“… I knew you were going to be like this, so I made some porridge for you.”
I sighed inwardly.
The tremendous guilt I was feeling inside had led me to go to these lengths.
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“From what I’ve heard, it’s a miracle you’re not dead.”
“…”
She was lying down, having accepted the porridge I offered. It dawned on me that I’d never thought...
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