Even though I wasn't a doctor and I couldn't do it many times, I was easily avoided and eventually didn't listen.
Onee who goes ahead hurries me up the stairs with heavy steps.
"Uh ..."
When I got on the deck, I narrowed my eyes unintentionally to the strength of the sun.
Making eaves by hand does not have much effect. The shadow of the burning sun flashes behind the closed eyelids.
The deck was hotter than I had imagined, and I immediately regretted leaving the cloak in my room.
"Are you okay"
"Yeah, fine."
Klaus, standing behind, looks down on me anxiously. I tried to put me in my cloak, but I affirmed.
"Mary will burn her white skin."
"Mr. Bianca"
"I'm good"
The Bianca sisters next to me care for me, but I didn't care about myself.
Bianca has beautiful skin like ceramics, so I wanted her to tell you the secrets to keep it. Jealous.
"Here!"
Follow the Onee beckoning and approach him.
Look at the direction indicated by your finger while tilting your head to Onee, who looks in behind a pillar. Then, there was Miss Flora and his party.
Pouge and Claus groan a little.
Maybe it's Miss Flora if she's sick.
Miss Flora lying on a deck chair under a parasol served by a servant. Besides, there is a big fan.
But it doesn't seem to be complaining as far as the relaxed look.
Celebrity who enjoys voyage completely.
"It looks comfortable but ..."
"It's not that stupid, next door."
Next?
Onee leans her neck and turns her hand on her face.
In the view shifted slightly to the right, the figure of a maid waiting in a place slightly away from Miss Flora was reflected.
The maid in a dress filled with a dark gray collar stands upright under strong sunshine without a parasol.
Her complexion was not so far away, and she occasionally held her forehead and mouth by hand.
"Are you a maid? It looks like your complexion isn't good."
"Yeah, but don't ask me if I say rest."
I don't think I can take a rest anymore.
He muttered in his chest while watching the relaxing Flora.
"It's better to have just water, just go back to the kitchen ..."
"Hey, Mia!"
"Ha ha ha"
Return to the kitchen and get water. The words that were supposed to continue were drowned out by frustrated voices.
The maid called Mia, makes her face stiffer.
"You're not loose."
"Such ... I am"
"I'm wobbly and restless, and you, I guess, were short."
"I'm sorry ... I wasn't ready for my trip last night and couldn't sleep much."
"Excuse is fine!"
"Yes"
Mia scolded by Miss Flora shrugged.
"That's terrible ..."
The wrinkles are deeply carved between Bianca's eyebrows.
"I want to be forced to bring you in, but there's a place for that girl too.
"... If you are saying such an elegance, it may not be."
"... what does that mean? Marie"
Klaus asks me, picking up the words I muttered.
Hesitated to answer.
In this world, is heat stroke recognized?
I don't think it's just heatstroke to stay in the scorching sun when you're sick and you're sick, but I don't know how to explain it.