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Subaru:  Subaru had been ready to continue the chore he’d been assigned by Todd, which was tidying up the black tents, but he had run aground before he could even start working again. It was nothing, just—the tent he’d worked so hard to clean up the other day had had its packed bags tossed all over the place again, and it was even more of a mess than before. “Even if everyone in the empire was messy beyond belief, it still shouldn’t end up like this…meaning this is harassment.”
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Louis:  “Aaauh.”
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Subaru:  “Right—there’s the possibility it was you revealing your true nature, eh, Archbishop?”
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Louis:  “Uuuh?”
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Subaru:  Picking the scattered things up again, he glared at Louis, who was staring at his hands. "…And how should I take what Rem said yesterday?”
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Subaru:  Louis had tottered around following him this morning, as soon as she’d woken up. He could remember Rem’s grim look before she’d gone off on her own to work on rehabilitating her legs, but Louis was already getting in his way, so he couldn’t help protesting. Either way, what Rem had said last night—about not sensing any miasma from Louis—that whole tangent was bothering him. “There’s no way an Archbishop doesn’t have miasma coming off them. But Rem can’t sense any from you. So what’s the deal…?”
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Louis:  “Aooh?”
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Subaru:  While Subaru was at a loss, Louis looked dumbly up at him and made noises. Sighing at it all, Subaru started seriously working on cleaning up the tent. It was not Louis who had messed everything up; it was probably some soldier in the camp. Todd had acknowledged being an outlier, and he was right—most of the empire’s soldiers were not friendly to Subaru. “But it’s better than getting beat up out of nowhere or having a shoe shoved in my mouth.” He could tell his standards for happiness were slipping, but he was used to people thinking he was a nuisance. He had messed up his high school debut and spent almost two years feeling out of place in class. There had not been much active bullying, but he was used to the bitter treatment. Thinking about it, he even thought his old classmates had been sensible about it. “I hope all of you kind people are having a good life over there. Inahata in particular—always going to the effort of bringing me printouts. Hope you make it big.” Remembering the classmates whose faces were just fuzzy recollections at this point, Subaru undid the setback to his work. It was like digging out a hole that had just been refilled, so it couldn’t even be called net zero. In the past, Emilia had said something about people seeing you work hard, but… “At the moment, you’re the only one watching, and that’s not enough to motivate me.