[ Takasugi's fever is just hot enough to tell Ereshkigal he needs to sit a while longer. Not that he has in in him to move; his knees are too weak, and if he tries to do anything more than this, he thinks he might collapse. But he'll never die so long as he isn't cut off from any mana supply, so the sickness is more like a curse. If the tuberculosis won't kill him, this world will. And then he won't be able to see what his teacher asked him to.

But Ereshkigal is kind. ]

Haha. Maybe taking orders isn't so bad once in a while. I'd at least like to be awake for whatever they gathered us here for, anyway. I have a feeling it'll be interesting.

[ ...

She's so serious now that he's in trouble. He was certain she'd panic. Or perhaps she would have killed him, and that would have been the end of it. But when she commands him without any malice, he's suddenly nostalgic for those days at the academy, and he starts to think this outcome is far more interesting.

His smile is weak, but it's warm. ]

... Sorry. I had the wrong impression of you.

Your hand was cold, but it was nice.