"Is it physically ill?" Qing breathed a sigh of relief, his master is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of things, whether it is talking or doing things, it is very relaxed, but the strange problem of not being in tune may have rotted to the bones, and it is obviously impossible to change that statement.

"Fortunately, although it is said that most of the magic circuit is blocked due to trauma, when the injury is healed, it will naturally be dredged. The spiritual base of the body is almost stable, but the most important thing is the recovery of mana. I've heard you say I've been sitting here for five hours, but the mana has regained ---- not even a CD. “

Qing sighed deeply, leaned his head against the wall weakly, and stared blankly at the gray sky outside the window, this dark color was like a layer of gray cloth on Qing's heart, making Qing breathless. "Maybe you're right, Master. The longer those foreign objects remain in my body, the more dangerous they become-------"

After hearing Ao's words, Ichijo smirked, and then became serious. "So, Caster, let's go back to square one. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will definitely do my best! But there is one thing I need to say, I don't know anything about surgery, and there is another thing that I may not be able to stand in order to maintain my appetite in the future, and I may not be able to stand the too curious pictures-----"

A snow-painted gaze swept over Qing's body from time to time, because Qing had told her that there were many cones of [Heavenly Lock] embedded in various parts of Qing's body. As she wished, Qing originally planned to let her cut her own body and take out the cones one by one. But now I can only dispel this idea.

"------- then ----- Master! I need you to stay at the peak of your magic for a while, and Servant's body doesn't need stitches or measures to stop the bleeding. So I need you to provide me with the most magic at any time and anytime in the near future! I need to get back to the basics of combat power as soon as possible. ”

Qing looked directly at a snow painting, and under Qing's serious gaze, a snow painting nodded solemnly. Qing looked at the serious woman in front of him---- he didn't know when, he had completely trusted her----- the worries that appeared in his heart may have always existed because of her existence.

---- there is no absolute winner in the war, and perhaps the passing that I once did not even pay attention to was condensed into stone in my heart. -----If she walked in front of her, maybe she would be overwhelmed and walked towards the end------ Qing retracted her gaze to look at her. "Thank you-----"

"Understood! Follow your instructions! She grinned and saluted in front of Qing with a very non-standard salute, and in her simple smile, there was no worry about the future. Maybe that's the real snow painting, and despite her a lot of flaws, her eccentric personality, it's all so real.

"Well, it's not too early, I'll go get some food to eat. You sit here in peace, don't worry about anything else, I might go a little farther. Ichijo patted Qing on the shoulder and got up and walked towards the gate.

"Oh! One more thing, Caster. If all of you suddenly regain all of your strength, find a new master as soon as possible! -----Hahaha~ Just kidding, how could it be! A snow painting said and opened the door of the factory, "You stay obediently, I'll come back when I go." ”

As the doors closed, tranquility was restored inside. Qing looked at the gate not far away, Qing understood what she meant, but Qing wouldn't do what she said, no matter which ------- Qing wouldn't agree to any friend who cared about walking in front of Qing, even if it was broken! -------

From tranquility to silence, Qing silently looked at the sky outside the window. There is also the memory of that long time ago, I don't know if I really forgot, that small room that remains the same, the only thing that will change is the sky outside the window. At that time, Qing always thought that no matter how bad it was, it was definitely much better than a small room, but the real Qing went to the outside world and found that although the sky outside was colorful, there would be a dark moment after all.

Qing likes to look at the sky, and in the eyes of others, she looks like a fool all the time. Because the sky carries a lot of green memories, even if one day the memory is blurred, the sky is still what it looks like. The silence of the factory was only the sound of Qingyi's breathing, and the sense of the Master was getting farther and farther away, but at least it was certain that she was still safe.

[Drip ~ Pull ~! 】

The sound of the dripping rain came from outside, and the ticking sound gradually became louder, creating a lot of vitality for the gray sky. Qing still just sits in place, waiting is a habit engraved in Qing's bones, and it may not be able to be changed for a lifetime.

"Whoa, whoa!!!! ~~~~~~~~" [Boom! 】

With a strange cry of snow painting, the door of the factory was violently opened! A half-human-tall cylindrical object crossed a crappy arc and fell at Ao's feet, but Ao's concern wasn't what rolled to his feet, it was just a rusty oil drum, and what really caught the attention was a snow painting at the gate. It seems that the sudden heavy rain caught her off guard!

"Ahh!!hh What the hell is this weather! It hasn't rained for a few days, and it rains again at this unlucky time, isn't it playing tricks on me every day! I'm~~~!! Ichijo closed the door with his hand, walked to Qing's side angrily, dropped a pile of firewood, and lifted up the oil drum that had fallen to the ground.

"Just come back safely." Qing smiled slightly and stood up against the wall. Because there are a lot of foreign bodies in the body that constantly cause damage to Qing, it is very difficult to walk even simply. Ichijo Yukie watched Qing stand up, and after looking at Qing deeply for a while, he didn't say much, lit the firewood, and threw it into the oil drum.

"I was going to borrow some food from a nearby house, but I didn't expect that there was no farmland nearby. Helplessly, just as I was going to get some vegetables and fruits, it began to rain heavily in the unlucky weather! A piece of snow painted angrily with a lit firewood knocked on the oil drum to vent the gas, Qing watched her let her vent the anger caused by this period of oppressive atmosphere, and after a while, the angry one snow painted returned to normal.

"So, Caster. We're going to be hungry tonight. ”