# Chapter 7
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Episode 7
"Knock, call."
I thought it would stop soon, but once it started the coughing didn't stop.
When she began to have difficulty breathing and felt nauseous, Anita hurriedly got up and ran to bed.
The blanket covering his shoulders fell away and lay helpless on the floor.
On the bed, Lancelot, who I don't know when he returned, was curled up in a ball, enduring the pain.
"Lancelus?"
She carefully wiped Lancelo's forehead, which was drenched in cold sweat.
The sight of him breathing heavily seemed so tired that the rare drowsiness escaped him completely.
"La, Lancelot. are you okay?"
The blurred focus between his narrowed eyes was focused on her.
Lancelot looked at Anita without saying anything.
He blinked his eyelids slowly, as if he were going to fall asleep at any moment, and barely moved his dry lips.
"...
"Not good."
The voice was very hoarse.
"huh?"
"The one you made."
As Anita looked at him blankly, the ginger stew she had served a few days ago flashed through her mind.
“Hmm, did you eat?
But you should definitely throw that out on the maid...
."
Lancelot coughed so many times that he felt nauseous again and then continued speaking slowly.
"I'm...
I don't like strong smells.
The ceramics rise.
I also hate noise.
My head hurts and my head hurts.
"It feels like I'm hitting my brain with a nail."
surprised.
I thought it would be delicate, but I never imagined it would be so difficult.
'I don't even know about that...
'You were excited and talking about taking up a corner of the room with Claunia.'
I couldn't say anything out of guilt.
Lancelot made eye contact with Anita and continued speaking in a hoarse voice.
"I just..." "It's just that I can't stand being noisy and smelly."
The eyes that remained on her for a moment silently disappeared within her thin eyelids.
"If you keep coming to Edenbahir, let me know."
My breathing seemed to have calmed down a little.
Anita took the blanket and placed it carefully over Lancelot's shoulders.
She breathed a sigh of relief and left the room.
widely.
His words made Anita think hard on the way back to her room.
Many thoughts that she couldn't deal with tormented her, but there was one conclusion.
No matter what anyone says...
I'm glad you came to Edenbahir.
***
It was midday on a day when the snowstorm that had lasted for two days had abated a little.
"Hi, Anitta.
Don't do that, let's go out. huh?
The circus arrived last night.
"There's a very tall man and a woman who breathes fire!"
It was the tenth time I was anxious.
Claunia was hanging on her arm with a crying face, repeating the same thing for ten minutes.
"huh? huh?
Yes?
Come on let's go!"
Normally, I would have followed her advice anyway...
.
Anita's gaze turned to the tightly closed door.
Beyond that door, Lancelot is sleeping.
My condition had gotten a lot worse since last night, so I was still worried.
It must be late at night for the Duke of Edenbahir to return home, and the lady hates Lancelot so much that she can't even set foot inside the room.
His nanny took care of him every day, but he seemed very tired.
Anita wanted to help the nanny.
"It's cold today...
Let's play all day tomorrow, Claunia.
Circuses stay in the same place for a week.
"You can go see tomorrow."
"Well, I said I wanted to see you today!
"I want to see you today, not tomorrow!"
Claunia, who stretched her lips with a sullen expression, only nodded after a while.
"joy!
Okay, just this once.
Because Anita always listened to my requests.
"I'm going to jump just this once."
"thanks."
"Mommy said it's as important to give as it is to receive.
Instead, tomorrow I have to play outside all day. promise."
"Yes, I promise."
So Anita stayed by Lancelot's side all afternoon and evening, reading books and solving puzzles.
I'm glad I didn't have any symptoms like I did last night.
When I suddenly came to my senses, the hour hand was pointing to 11 o'clock.
"Anitta."
Late at night.
Claunia, who was wearing a nightgown, approached me with a worried look.
"When are you going to sleep?
You've been by Lancelot's side all day today.
Are you okay?"
It won't be difficult.
All I did was frequently check Lancelot's condition, read books, or play with puzzles.
"I'm worried.
"It's cold too."
“But Lancelot is often sick… Don’t stay too long.
And then you get sick too.
"If we both get sick, I'll be alone because I won't have anyone to play with."
"don't worry.
Sleep well, Cláunia."
After Claunia leaves.
At first glance, I think I fell asleep in the silence of the room.
To the noise of the upheavals, Anita's mind, which had been sinking to the bottom of the sea, slowly woke up.
"...ah."
She blinked her eyes blankly for a while, then quickly stood up with a harsh groan.
"Eww...
."
Again.
"Lancelus?"
Did the pain start again?
But this time it was different than usual.
Lancelot had fallen out of bed and was shaking as if he were having a seizure.
Oh, what should I do?
I quickly ran over and checked his condition.
"Lancelus, are you okay?"
But the condition is not serious.
From the upper chest to below the chin, pale veins stood out clearly like the roots of an old tree.
His white, cracked lips were bleeding from constant chewing, and his entire body was shaking as if he was convulsing.
Lancelot, breathing heavily, muttered as if in pain.
"Damn, my chest...
"It's hot."
Okay, breasts?
Why?
Yes, is your heart sick?
"Wait a minute, I'm going to call someone..." ow!"
The body of Anita, who was trying to call the servant, was pulled back by a tight grip that she had never experienced before.
The back of the hand, covered in veins, squeezed his arm.
Red blood began to drip onto the pale nails, digging into the white skin.
"Ah, that hurts, Lancelo!"
"Tsk."
Suddenly, a strange glow appeared in Lancelo's eyes, which opened.
For a moment, Anita's breathing stopped.
'Ah.'
Feeling the unfamiliar sensation of my heart pounding, I reflexively arched my back and took a deep breath.
what?
'It hurt like a fire had been lit inside my chest.'
Feeling a strange and unfamiliar sensation, Anita looked at Lancelot with a blank expression.
His eyes were a little strange.
Long, vertically slit pupils, like those of a reptile.
Hugging that student...
.
'Golden eyes?'
Were Lancelot's eyes so golden?
From what she remembered, it was a little dark green...
.
"Shit!"
Anita, frightened by a scream like a scream, hugged Lancelot's body.
A groan of agony flowed from his blue-bleached lips.
I was scared.
Lancelot is none other, strong Lancelot...
I couldn't believe I was crying because I couldn't bear the pain.
Lancelot said, pulling Anita's hand to his neck.
"You killed me...
."
What should I do in moments like this?
'scared.'
What if something goes wrong with Lancelot like this?
When I go out to look for someone, I'm afraid they might get hurt.
Anita did not strangle Lancelot.
Instead, I hugged his shoulder more deeply.
The throbbing pain in my arm was covered in fear and disappeared without anyone noticing.
A hoarse voice whispered with difficulty.
"It fucking hurts. instead of...
You killed me, Anita. please."
"It's okay, Lancelo.
Just be patient and everything will be fine.
"It's always been like this."
I wanted to share your pain, even if it was just for a day.
"I'm going to stay here.
I will protect you all night.
It's okay, Lancelo.
You're fine."
His convulsions didn't stop.
Anita stuttered as she opened her mouth, sharing her heat with his corpse-cold body.
"Hey, you know.
The circus came to visit.
Claunia told me earlier in the day.
"I asked several times to take a look, but I refused."
Anita herself had no idea what she was talking about.
Still, she kept talking.
I hugged Lancelot with one arm and with the other I stroked his bony back.
"They say it's a really cool circus troupe.
Also...
It seems to be so famous that even people from neighboring towns come to see it.
He said there was a very tall man and a woman who breathes fire...
."