338 336 Sleep (1/2)

The golem carriage that ran out to the north rocked more than I thought. I'm not running in the unpaved wilderness, and there's no suspension. I guess I can't help but shake it.

Still, he doesn't seem to shake with this common sense. Gwendalfa is raising his voice like he was impressed. It's a fancy carriage for the royal family. It seemed like they were devising a way to escape the vibrations with magic props and such. Still this vibration?

In retrospect, the carriage I used to ride could have rocked about this while running down the street. Looks like this carriage is still awesome.

”Fran. Are you okay?

”Mmm... hey, jibby...”

You don't look all right at all. I'm shoving my eyes and shaking my neck wide back and forth. When I thought about it, I've been fighting through it since last night. I haven't slept at all.

It seems the vibration of the golem carriage induces sleep. It's not like it's regular. The constant feeling of Yura Yura and her body shaking may induce drowsiness.

Usual francs are the type that get a good night's sleep. Rather sleep longer than normal people. It would be tight on Fran like that all night. There must be some wear and tear. He was desperately resisting the sleeper as he rubbed his eyes against the crap.

”You can sleep without having to.”

”Mmm...”

I'd rather sleep. But Fran stubbornly kept fighting drowsiness.

'What's the matter with you?

”Chiara... talking...”

Sleepy enough to say one word, but don't try. Hi, he wanted to chat with Chiara in the carriage.

”Fran, you can still talk later. Sleep now.”

”Mm... but...”

It's a warrior's job to rest your body.

”Ok... ok... gu”

It is a moment when I nodded to Chiara's teaching-like words. Fran traveled to the world of sleep to fall apart.

”Hmm, did you sleep?”

”It's early.”

Gwendalfa looks at Fran in a way that surprises him. Gwendalfa looks nervous, and she looks like she doesn't sleep well. I know very well because I have also been insomniac on Earth.

”I don't think he has that much fighting power. He's a sleeping face.”

”Well, strong, but still a child.”

Fran rested with Chiara's knee on her pillow, sitting next to her. Chiara is slowly stroking that franc's head. It's a gentle gesture. Fran has a happy grin on her face.

But Chiara suddenly raised a short groan.

”Mm!”

”What is it, Master?

All of a sudden, Meir and I sit back and say something to Chiara, who raised her sharp voice. But Chiara's expression is rather calm.