The Record of a Failed Spirit Summoner

“Well then, we’ll be off!”

“See you again later!”

I watched Sion and Chloe set off with bright smiles after breakfast.

“Piiik….”

I had been rolling around the desert, clutching both legs that had been left with nothing but a prickling sensation.

“You really do make a fuss over nothing.”

“…The leg you were lying on is still completely numb, you know?”

Despite having a head that was clearly more than two or three times as heavy as Sion’s, judging by the weight I could feel,

how could she act as though she had done nothing wrong?

After locking eyes for a while with Lucy, who was looking at me with her arms folded and an utterly shameless expression...