Anyway, children's stories have always been weak. When children are involved in movies and dramas, the lacrimal glands become loose.
Besides, Ellie recognized herself for the first time. Elie was so worried by her parents that she couldn't make friends because she was compared with her three beautiful sisters on a daily basis and was bullied in the class. Elie, who is shy, bearish, and still has a kind heart, can finally recognize herself and gain a place.
Ellie, you're a really strong girl.
If I were in the same situation, I have no idea what would have happened.
My family is too beautiful and I compare them, and I am bullied in class and have no friends. However, if something goes wrong, I will give courage to the bully and give advice, practice reading aloud for my loved ones at the orphanage, and even if the children make me foolish, I will not be cold and sincere. Whenever there was a bullying, I was in contact with people with a pure heart.
She is a wonderful woman. A girl like the Virgin.
Cliff must have been attracted to Elie's kindness and asked for a reading.
Moreover, Ellie recklessly began to study light magic in an attempt to cure Cliff's eyes.
It seems that he had read a lot of books in the library and practiced a lot. Apparently, the amount of magical power was small, so it seems that the practice was not progressing, but I did my usual study well and collected as much material as possible after that.
The diary goes into winter vacation, New Year, and the third semester. It seems that the school holiday cycle is almost the same as in Japan.
Ellie met Cliff during the lunch break, read aloud at the orphanage, and had a special training in light magic in her spare time. I expect that the font will be clearer than when I was in the first grade, and I will be more confident in myself. In fact, there was a scene in which the two idiots who were the masterminds of bullying were rebutted openly and turned back.
In the class, it was written that it was hard and sad because there was no place to stay, but there were no insidious scenes from the first grade.
This makes me wonder if the diary will end without any problems.
It's a diary in which a girl who is not confident in herself finds her place and works hard. It was just a coincidence that the pond was struck on that thunderstorm day, and her sorrowful crying and desperately distorted face may be due to a failure in her magical research. When I turned the next page to conclude with that expectation, my hand tremor did not stop.
The letters in the diary are scribbled.
It was written in long, slanted, dirty letters that didn't seem to belong to her.
"March 10, 1005
Cliff is gone.
There was a note in the chat room at the back of the library. The scribble was just "Elie, I'm sorry". There was no doubt that the broken font was written by Mr. Cliff. I was confused. I searched around the school. Ground, rooftop, dining room, training ground, staff room, magic laboratory. When I went to the 4th grade light magic class where Cliff was, I saw this fat, but it doesn't matter.
Not in. There is neither Cliff nor a butler.
Even after the lunch break and the opening hours, I saw the letter in the chat room and wandered around the school.
I had a bad feeling. I really knew.
Cliff is the grandson of Pope Cellar. Even if he is the second son, his position is much higher than I am. Maybe something happened in his homeland.
I was worried and didn't know what to do, so I cried many times with my writing in my chest.
Cliff doesn't come back even if he cries. I know that.
After school, I knocked on the door of the principal's room and asked him where he was. The principal just plays with his white beard and doesn't tell me anything.
I went to the largest church in town, where Cliff lives, and asked the priest where he was. I just laugh and don't answer anything.
Anyway, I went into church shops and private houses and asked about their whereabouts. No one knows. Few people know the existence of Cliff. I don't care if anyone knows because he's such a prominent person.
At night, a church knight caught me and was thrown out of the area to refrain from profane behavior.
I didn't expect to lose that smile so easily. I knew that someday I would say goodbye, but it was so sudden that I couldn't keep up. My chest seems to tear.
I can't stand the disappearance of Cliff.
I went to an orphanage because I wanted someone to comfort me.
However. The orphanage was gone.
The building was completely destroyed and burned out, as if it had been a war. There are only guards working to extinguish the fire.
The trace is gone.
I turned back the way I thought it was a mistake. I wasn't wrong. There must have been an orphanage there.
I caught a member of the guard who was there and asked about the situation.
He said all the children had been kidnapped by a bandit attack.
I don't know what it is anymore.
Not in. Nobody is here.
I ran. I ran out of town.
I fell down many times because I was fat.
I got up and ran.
No one was gone.
On the way, I was caught by a guard who was looking around. When I talked about the situation, I was told to go home.
When I said I couldn't go home, I was put on a carriage and forcibly escorted to my house.
My dad and mom were angry at me when I saw my muddy appearance. I don't care about that.
The inside of my head goes round and round. I don't know why I'm writing a diary at such a time.
Why am I in my room when Cliff and the children aren't there?
I do not understand. It's hard. It's true.
Cliff. Cliff. somebody help"
It was a scribble rather than a scribble.
The last line, etc., was written from the top of the written text, far from her meticulousness.
I was worried about the future, and although my heart palpitations became intense, I turned the page with my thick fingers.
The next page was more rough than the previous page.
I managed to keep the character, but if I didn't read her for a long time, it would be difficult to tell. It was such a scribble.
"March 11, 1005
Bob, the eldest son of the Ricky family!
can not forgive!
It's his fault that the orphanage is gone!
I saw children riding in a caged carriage!
I saw it!
He was laughing at the burnt remains of the orphanage!
His father is under the jurisdiction of the orphanage!
I've definitely decided to do something!
can not forgive! 』\
Elie's kind passion made her breathing rough.
I had severe heartburn and involuntarily squeezed my chest pajamas with both hands.
I can't believe that gentle and gentle Ellie writes about others as "he".
No matter how much I was bullied, I haven't heard a single terrible word. So far, what did Elie say, Bob, the eldest son of the Ricky family?
Were the children in a caged carriage?
Cages are like convoys, and of course to prevent them from escaping.
This is unforgivable.
After confirming the facts, you should give punishment that cannot be recovered.
Turn the page further.
"I met an old man in a robe in the back alley of the town.
I was taught how to write a magic circle to summon necessary things and a spell of lightning strike magic.
Anyway, I have nothing anymore.
If the magic succeeds, Cliff may be able to summon it.
Use lightning magic for Bob.
What?
I know I can't do this kind of compound magic.
It doesn't matter.
Already good ...
Amy unnie, I'm sorry.
Claris, I'm sorry.
Father, mother, Elizabeth sister, Edwina sister, Barry, I'm sorry everyone.
Cliff, I'm sorry.
Oh Cliff. I wanted to meet at the end.
I also wanted to read a book together in the library.
I wanted to see your enveloping smile.
I want to meet Cliff ... "
Tears are spilling from my eyes.
Wipe your tears with your sleeves and adjust your breathing.
The fact that the diary ends here means that Ellie will be struck by lightning after this. On a thunderstorm day, her sorrow, crying as if scratching everything in the world, pierced my heart through my diary.
When I opened the next page, a brown parchment fell off my diary.
Pull out the flesh that sticks out of the chair from the railing and pick it up as it is about to fall. A complex pattern based on a circle was drawn on the paper.
A circle was first drawn with blue ink, and four circles of equal size were drawn side by side inside it. Inside the four circles, the letters emerged in the shape of a Mobius strip. I can't tell if it's a letter or a pattern.
Is this the one called "Summoning Magic Team" written in the diary?
Nothing is drawn on the back.
When I thought that my visibility was poor, tears that I thought I had wiped overflowed one after another.
Why is that?
I don't mean to cry myself.
Tears spill down, run down the cheeks, and fall onto the carpet, regardless of intention.
Maybe ... is Ellie crying?
After taking a few deep breaths, it finally subsided.
The outside of the window was bright, the birds were singing, and the pale morning sun was shining into the room. In the latter half of the diary, lean on the window frame to see if other magic circles are caught, flip through the pages, and think about future plans. It is comfortable to see the faint sunlight on the body that lacks sleep.
I decided to do it for the time being.
First, take revenge on Bob.
Second, look for a child in an orphanage.
Third, look for Cliff.
Part 4, go on a diet.
Part 5, find a way to return to Japan. (In its original form)
Let's find a way to return to Japan while relieving Ellie's remorse.
At this point, Ellie is no longer a stranger. Do you want to live freely while doing what she wanted to do? Well, it's fat and ugly, but it's a good handicap for me as a handsome elite business.
Well, after all I'm super positive thinking.
The diary contained only the magic circle, but on the last page there was a scribbled lightning magic spell.
Oh, magic really exists. Amazing.
"" Lightning strike (Thunderbolt) "
Divide the two who will meet soon
The wrath of the sky descends from the sky
Turn all emotions into dreams
Return the earth to its ideal form with a flash of light
Bringing the truth to the beautiful garden
It's really embarrassing, but is this okay?
Is magic so annoying?
I definitely don't want to say this in public. Well, no one is there, so why don't you try reading it?
"Separate the two who will meet soon ..."
The moment I read it, I thought it was bad.
A force I've never felt before runs around my body from below my navel, and I'm about to burst out of my whole body. It's a bit like the feeling of desperately holding back when you drink too much and you're about to vomit, but it's many times more explosive. Moreover, that is the whole body. Find the tip of your finger, chest, head, throat, shin, elbow, or some exit, and try to pop out your strength.
Hold on to the diary and endure.
The option to stop casting spells goes through my head, but quickly drowns out.
If you stop in the middle, your whole body will probably fall apart.
Can you read to the end?
Even if it seems to end with a tongue twister, every time I say a letter, my mouth becomes dull and immobile as if it were clay.
Is this magic?
Calm down, calm down!
I can do it. There is no way I can't do it because I'm a genius and a handsome guy in supermarket sales.
Read the letters with a spirit.
When you say a word, the power in your body increases. Stop and suppress the hot "something" that is about to explode with a strong will.
When I managed to spit out the last letter, my body became as comfortable as a lie, and the condensed force bounced off my whole body like a pinball.
I understood it intuitively.
"Fall"
The roaring sound of tearing through the air and the thunder slamming from the sky broke the ten-meter-long tree in the hospital yard in two.
Birds in a nearby tree take off all at once, screaming and screaming.
Somehow, hospital staff, security guards, and neighbors gathered around the two trees.
"Ah..."
I'm sorry. When I practiced magic, it was a fluke. Sorry.
What a fat me, I would never forgive you.
This is ... not fashionable ...
When I was thinking about what kind of excuse I should make, my body suddenly became dull and I sank into the place.
I was struck by a fierce sleep, and I lost consciousness when I felt the feel of the carpet on my cheek, not knowing that the lightning strike magic was not called ridiculous magic, no, even magic.