Chapter 161: White Death Disease (3)

It had been One month since the Disclosure of The Black Saint's identity to the world.

The Empire did not have a single quiet day.

The Black Saint cured The Old Mage's Demon Disease.

And Several days later, he cured the Keres Duke's Daughter's Demon Disease.

He even announced the Cure for the White Death Disease in the process.

With these successive breaking news, the Merkur Trading Company's Standing skyrocketed endlessly.

Even the Experts who initially analyzed it as hitting the ceiling were now shouting that this moment was the rock bottom.

"Hey, did you buy Merkur?"

"Of course I did. Last month."

"......Last month?"

"Yeah. It went up 20% in just One month~"

"......Fuck. Why does my stomach hurt so much."

On one side of the Dining Room, a Student holding a Fork-spoon rubbed his stomach.

Scenes like this were frequently discovered all over the Empire.

Naturally, Yulian, who was at the center of this commotion, was incredibly busy.

He had to organize the Demon Disease Treatment Method into a formal Academic Paper,

And introduce the newly discovered Magic Power Analysis Technique.

However, the biggest problem was something else.

"Aaagh! Registering for the Black Magic Lecture was a Failure!"

"Should we borrow clothes from the Hero Department kids and do an Unofficial Auditing?"

It was none other than the fact that there were too many people wanting to listen to Yulian's Lecture.

This situation stemmed from the very fact that 'The Black Saint' did not give a Lecture.

Within the Academy Territory, The Black Saint officially operates only at the Meyer Infirmary.

He provides an Opportunity for Practical Training to the Department of Healing Arts students,

And provides an Opportunity for Training regardless of Sect to the graduates.

But in that process, he does not give any Lecture.

Even though he created the Anatomy Textbook and the Pharmacy Textbook,

The actual Department of Healing Arts Professor who teaches the Class with those Textbooks is someone else.

In other words, there is no way to listen to The Black Saint's Lecture anywhere in this world.

In such a situation, the fact that The Black Saint and Yulian were the Same Person was revealed.

Even along with the News that he cured the Demon Disease with Black magic!

Naturally, there was no need to even think about how the Department of Healing Arts students would react.

"Hehe. These losers. I took it since First year, so registration is much more spacious for me."

Amidst the atmosphere of that fierce Lecture registration competition.

Inside an inn, Jenny, a Second Year in the Department of Healing Arts, was enjoying a peaceful luncheon with her Roommate Shallot.

On their Dining table, warm potato Soup and salted Pig Meat were placed.

It was a menu of excellent quality, unimaginable in the student Dining Room that stood Shoulder to Shoulder with Army meals.

"Aw. Maybe it's because Course registration went well, but the food tastes delicious today."

"Certainly, as Jenny said, it is a quite excellent meal."

"Hehe. Even if it's not at the Cooking level of your Fiancé, it's a place worth spending my Allowance."

The Lecture currently bursting at the seams was the First year's 'Basic Principles of Black Magic'.

On the other hand, the Second Year 'Cases of Black Magic Crimes' Lecture that Jenny was taking now had relatively spacious registration.

The reason was simple.

Because students who took the First year Class had priority when registering for the Second Year Class.

Thanks to that, Jenny and Shallot had no Worry of not being able to listen to the Lecture as long as they didn't step aside themselves.

Right.

As long as they didn't step aside themselves, that is.

"Miss Jenny. It was originally an Allowance I saved to prepare Equipment within this semester, but I will give you this 100,000 Mar, so could you please yield your spot?"

A Student approached and spoke to Jenny, who was eating peacefully with her Roommate.

It was a Second Year Peer from the Department of Healing Arts.

It was a Student who had not received priority due to their Fault of not registering for the Black Magic Defense Arts Lecture in their First year.

Jenny, who was scooping up Soup, stopped her spoon and answered.

"......I'm sorry. I really want to take that Class too."

"I see. I'm sorry for interrupting your meal, Miss Jenny."

The Department of Healing Arts Student bowed their head and returned to their seat.

Looking at that sight, Jenny let out a Sigh full of Fatigue.

Because this Exchange was the 10th time today alone.

"I mean, would anyone yield it using Common sense?"

As soon as that Student went far away, Jenny completely changed her Facial expression and grumbled.

Shallot, who was cutting the salted Meat on the opposite side, chuckled.

It was her Fault of knowing Jenny's 'real' personality, which was different from her public image.

"With 100,000 Mar, you could have refilled the Allowance you threw away on Grade Betting during the 1st semester last time."

"That's why I pondered over it for a moment just now."

"Still, you didn't sell your Future unable to overcome momentary Greed."

"Do I look like a woman that crazy about Gambling?"

"Yes."

Shallot said without hesitation.

"That novel Creation featuring me and my Fiancé, where did you spend the first Manuscript fee from that Creation?"

"Keuk...... If only a 3 of Clubs came out back then."

"Even the meal you are eating now, you can eat it thanks to me doing the Management of Jenny's Bank account, isn't it?"

"I am truly thankful for that, Detective."

Jenny also had no choice but to obediently give her Acknowledgement.

Because if Shallot hadn't been there, it was clear that Jenny would have squandered the Allowance she earned from her Infirmary Part-time job and novel by now.

However, there was one regrettable point.

Smack. "I should have invested my Allowance in stocks like that Third Year Senior too."

In the Third Year Hero Department, there is a legendary Senior.

A Senior who has steadily invested her Allowance in the Merkur Trading Company since her First year days.

"If I had done that, how much would my Allowance be by now."

"It can't be helped. Because before this incident, it wasn't the trend to invest Academy Allowance into stocks."

The reason that Senior became a Legend stems from the distinct characteristic of the Academy Allowance.

For the Academy's 'Allowance', half of it is collected as Tax when the semester ends.

Because of this, there is a strong trend in the Academy to invest all of the Allowance into Research Material, Catalysts, or Equipment before the semester ends.

Investing the Allowance into stocks was not recommended at this time, because stocks were also not an Exception from the Tax, so unless the Profit rate exceeded 2 times, it was actually a loss.

However, that legendary Third Year Senior was different.

From her First year until now.

Despite consistently suffering losses because of the Tax, she invested in stocks in the Merkur Trading Company.

And during the past One month,

As the Merkur Trading Company popped 3 consecutive favorable factors of Demon Disease, White Death Disease, and Magic Power Analysis Technique, that Third Year Senior became a legendary investor in the Academy.

"I'm envious of Senior Valeria......"

"Well, they say she received Training related to finance at the Merkur Trading Company before entering the Hero Department. She must have known the financial Information there better than anyone else."

"If she had such good Information, she could have told me too......"

"Are you close with her?"

"Yeah. She's the Unnie of a Junior I'm close with."

"So a stranger."

"Yeah. A stranger."

Jenny muttered with a regretful Facial expression.

"If I tell her I'm Saintess Ayla's close Senior and ask to borrow money, would she lend it?"

"The possibility of lending it is high, but you would lose your dignity, First Impression, and Trustworthiness."

"I guess so?"

Jenny looking at the Ceiling with eyes dripping with lingering attachment.

"Ah, I heard The Saintess of the Lamp does her Research comfortably because her Unnie provides all the Ingredients."

The Academy is fundamentally self-sufficient in everything.

Not only must one handle meals with their Allowance,

Even Teaching Materials, self-improvement, and Research must all be handled with the Allowance.

Personal Equipment used in sparring Practical Training must be resolved with the Allowance,

Even when doing Magic Training personally after the Lecture is over, one must buy Catalysts and Symbols with their Allowance.

Naturally, those who have done a lot of Practice with good Equipment, whether for Magic or sparring, are bound to be much better.

As a Result, since the Allowance led to Grades, the Distribution of the Allowance was a sensitive issue for the students.

"I hear Junior Ayla does Magic Practice without Worry about Catalysts. So lucky."

Jenny recalled the conversation she shared with Ayla Several days ago.

— "Yes? The Silk Soaked in Holy Oil was expensive? I thought it was provided by the School since the 2nd semester......?"

It was what Ayla said while they were in the middle of Honing their Heal at the Infirmary.

The Silk Soaked in Holy Oil was a Tier 1 Catalyst by student standards.

It was a Catalyst that began to receive Interest as The Black Saint used this cloth when pausing a Surgery with a person's stomach opened in the past,

The fact was revealed that if this was used, the Success rate of Minor Heal increased exponentially.

Afterwards, Success in Minor Heal using this became the Graduation standard for the First year Department of Healing Arts.

So the First year students used to rush around the Academy Territory to Practice with this cloth even once before the Graduation Exam.

Between a person who only looked at a Book and had never used this Catalyst even once,

And a person who had done Practice with the Catalyst a few times, their Proficiency was on a different level.

To the point that even Jenny wandered around various Part-time jobs to get this cloth just last year.

However, Ayla was......

— "Uh...... when I wake up in the Morning, it was placed in front of my room...... I thought the School provided it."

— "......I'm jealous you have a good Unnie. Compared to that, my Older brother is too busy building his own body, sigh."

It seemed there was absolutely no need to Worry about such things.

Then again.

Since a person with more money than an Academy Professor was the Saintess's Unnie.

She could have easily bought 10 pieces of the Cloth Soaked in Holy Oil.

"I wish I had an Unnie or Roommate like that too."

"Jenny, if you hadn't done Gambling and diligently earned with your novel Manuscript fee, you would have had that much."

"Keut......"

Jenny's heart hurt.

It was the Fault of her Roommate, who should have been her sole understander, being too emotionally dry.

A person can dabble a bit in Gambling as they live!

And do a little deviation sometimes!

But Shallot was beating up Jenny's heart with facts.

"Well, Jenny, you aren't at the point where you can't make a living, so I won't Worry, though."

Of course, Shallot didn't heavily reprimand such Jenny.

She looked like she was crazy about Gambling, but unexpectedly, Jenny was on the side that controlled her Gambling well.

She only squandered the Allowance that others would spend on Luxury as Gambling expenses, but never touched her necessary Living expenses or Textbook expenses.

That prime example was right before last year's Graduation Exam.

At that time, it was to the point of even stopping Gambling to get the Cloth Soaked in Holy Oil, so it wasn't like she couldn't distinguish reason to that extent.

So Shallot also didn't particularly try to stop her.

'Besides, Jenny doesn't have much Interest in Grades like I do. Since she just needs to do Graduation, she doesn't particularly need to do Research.'

Shallot thought so, and lastly emptied her potato Soup Plate.

And then, she stood up from her seat and paid the price to the innkeeper.

"Thank you for the meal."

"I ate well too."

"Goodbye, pretty students~"

Like that, the two left the inn and headed somewhere.

"Is it an Unsolved Case of murder this time too?"

"Yes. They said a boarding student was discovered dead in his room. The door was locked from the inside."

Shallot answered calmly.

"A locked-room murder. A very common type."

"Common?"

"Usually it's a Fault in checking the Locking mechanism. Or there is another Passage. Because a perfect locked room cannot exist."

Afterwards, Shallot explained the Incident to Jenny.

By the time the explanation finished, the two arrived in front of the Boarding House on the outskirts of the Academy.

The Boarding House where the Client was said to be was in a place that required walking much further even from the outskirts of the Academy Territory.

Located in an Alley where the Magic Stone Lamps were sparsely turned off,

It was an eerie place with thick moss on the walls.

The two entered the Boarding House and climbed the creaking stairs.

At the end of the 3rd Floor hallway.

When they stood in front of the room's door in question, Shallot's steps stopped.

"......A smell?"

Shallot tilted her head and opened the door.

At the rotten stench leaking out through the crack in the door instead of lamplight, Shallot slightly frowned.

Shallot opening the door just like that.

Inside the dark room without a single Light Source.

The Victim's Corpse was lying in the middle of the darkness.

Jenny approached the Corpse to provide Assistance to Shallot as always.

At that moment, Shallot blocked Jenny with her arm.

"That person, is not a student."

"What?"

"They are wearing a student uniform, but the size doesn't fit. And the year of the lower garment and the Upper Garment are different too. It means the owner of the Corpse and the owner of the clothes don't match. Most of all, the Livor mortis and posture do not match."

Livor mortis.

It was a part Yulian often emphasized in his Black magic Class.

When a person dies, their heart stops, and their blood sinks along with Gravity.

The pooled blood causes Discoloration on the skin, and with the Stain created like that, one can know in what posture the Victim died.

And if one discovers a Corpse where the Livor mortis and the death posture do not match,

"That means......"

"That Corpse can stand up."

"Tsk. As expected of the Professor's fiancée."

At that moment, some man appeared in the darkness clicking his tongue.

The two women's gazes headed toward that man.

The man clapped his hands.

Then the corpse of the boarding student(?) who was said to be dead slowly raised its Body on the bed.

With just that, no explanation was needed about what kind of person the man who suddenly appeared was.

"The Professor's fiancée. If you let yourself be caught obediently, there won't be any dying."

"Do you think you can escape the Academy if you do a Negotiation with me as a Hostage?"

"If it really doesn't work out, there's also the method of turning their attention with the fiancée's Corpse and escaping."

At that Black Sorcerer's words, Shallot tilted her head.

Thinking of Yulian's personality, from the point she was taken as a Hostage, escaping safely seemed impossible.

Furthermore, in Shallot's view, creating a Ghoul with her Corpse to draw attention was an even worse plan.

If he did that, wouldn't he end up seeing a sight that even Shallot had never seen—Yulian's eyes turning upside down and resorting to any means and methods?

'......Confronting Professor Yulian who suffered Corruption in that way in Jenny's novel seemed fun too, though.'

In Jenny's novel, Yulian was for some reason set as the final Boss in the work.

According to Jenny, Yulian was always the one giving out such problems, so she had no choice but to set it that way.

Yulian in that Creation was ruthless.

Unlike Reality where he didn't use his knowledge to harm people, the Yulian there processed people's deaths as Accidents in all sorts of bizarre ways.

In one episode, for the reason that it would be no fun if his Rival, the Protagonist, was defeated by a corrupt Lord, he even caused that Lord's entire family's Disappearance.

As a Superfluous remark, Shallot particularly liked that Incident among the series.

'No wait, now is not the time for that.'

Shallot caught her thoughts that were about to sidetrack for a moment.

She didn't usually do this, but whenever she thought about Yulian, she kept spreading the wings of strange imagination.

She focused on Reality again.

'The corpse is......'

The face of the boarding student who stood up was not that of a student no matter who looked at it.

That face full of wrinkles informed them that the owner of that Corpse had lived out their natural lifespan before dying.

"As expected, it wasn't a student, but a Corpse grave-robbed from the Cemetery."

Shallot nodded, satisfied with the fact that her Deduction was correct.

By her side, Jenny spoke in shock.

"Is that what's important, right now?"

"Why are you so hasty, Jenny. You often went Black Sorcerer hunting After School with Junior Erika."

"She's not here right now!"

"If it's about that, don't Worry."

Jenny took out and held up her Cane for self-defense.

"Even if not as much as the Junior, I also received a good Grade in sparring within the Second Year in my own way. If the Condition is right, a good match is possible even with the Sword Fool."

"Then should I provide Assistance like I do to Erika?"

"Rather than that, let's think of a way to escape first."

Shallot was a rationalist.

Of course, looking at the Black Sorcerer's Level of Mastery, it didn't seem like they would lose if they fought.

If she received the Assistance of Jenny, who had extreme Matchup Compatibility against Black magic, she could overpower the Black Sorcerer without difficulty.

However, the Question of 'What for?' came to Shallot's mind.

'Let's leave this kind of thing to the Guards.'

Students dreaming of becoming a Hero would consider it an Opportunity and face it.

Because a Trial without the Threat of death is an Opportunity for growth.

But Shallot hadn't come to the Academy because she particularly wanted to become a Hero.

She just wanted to take Yulian's Class, wanted to keep playing with him, and just came because she wanted to see him.

'There is no need to necessarily take the risk.'

The Reward Money and Grade received when catching a Black Sorcerer?

Even this was not Shallot's Interest.

"Do you have a Blessing Magic good for escaping?"

"If we're going to escape, why did you say you were confident in sparring?"

"I meant that I could pierce through something like an Encirclement."

"I'll cast the Blessing of Swift Feet and the Blessing of Tailwind on you."

The two immediately hit it off and turned their backs.

Seeing the two turn their backs immediately, the Black Sorcerer twisted the corners of his mouth.

"You don't think I called you here without any thought, do you?"

As he clapped his hands, Ghouls raised their bodies, breaking the Wall and the floor.

Ghouls raised their bodies as if blocking the two's retreat path.

But Shallot was calm.

The Talent passed down through the blood flowing in her body.

Because that Talent was already drawing a path of survival in her eyes.

Hidden traps were seen through the traces this Black Sorcerer had passed by in the past.

And as those pasts gathered, the Future that the Ghouls would draw out going forward was seen.

'A Blow to the front row with the Cane, tripping their legs with the Handle to roll them down the stairs......'

In the numerous Parallel Worlds, she erases the images of herself that resulted in a Failure to escape.

This was the Talent that Shallot and Michael possessed.

Through the past, doing a Calculation of all the numerous 'possibilities' of the Future.

It was also the reason the Great Sage paid attention to the two Siblings.

'If things go wrong I could pull out Magic, but it doesn't seem necessary here.'

Shallot, approaching a Conclusion after multiple repetitions like that.

And lastly, if she inserted herself according to that Future, the optimal Solution would......

"Hm?"

At that moment, a strange picture was drawn in the Future.

The heads of Ghouls suddenly flying up into the sky.

Shallot, who saw that Future, slightly frowned.

'......Why this kind of Future?'

Shallot's Doubt did not last long.

A breeze brushing her cheek.

And the Magical Power felt in that breeze.

With just this, she could understand that Future.

Shallot folded the Cane back and put it inside her embrace.

And she spoke while stopping Jenny, who was about to cast a Blessing on her.

"Jenny. It seems it isn't our Stage this time."

"What?"

As soon as the words finished, an intense wind struck the two's cheeks.

Thwack!

And the Ghouls' heads were crushed all at once.

Black blood mixed with Lead spurted out from the places where their necks disappeared.

The Bodies collapsed down belatedly.

"W-What the!"

The Black Sorcerer screamed.

But Shallot's gaze was already heading in the direction the wind blew from.

The other side of the hallway.

By the window where the moonlight seeped in.

A woman dressed in a pure white Martial Arts Uniform, with a Glaive longer than her height resting on her Shoulder, was standing there.

Under the moonlight, that woman with a pale face smiled.

"I happened to get permission to go out today, and since the moonlit night was so beautiful, I was thinking of taking A walk and drawing a painting, but my goodness, as soon as I settled down I ended up getting swept up in this kind of matter."

The woman languidly adjusted her grip on the Glaive.

The woman fluttering the hem of her Martial Arts Uniform and bobbing the Glaive rested on her Shoulder.

The Black Sorcerer shouted towards the woman.

"Are you...... an Academy Professor?"

The Black Sorcerer recalled a rumor.

The Academy wasn't throwing students to Black Sorcerers for no reason either.

From somewhere, the Academy's Guards or Professors were watching the students.

And they said that at the moment the students seemed about to be defeated by a Black Sorcerer, they would interfere at the last possible timing.

It was for the reason that as long as they were still breathing, they just needed to receive treatment at the Meyer Infirmary.

'That's why I went through the trouble of trapping them like this......'

That was why he plotted it in the form of a trap rather than an Attack.

Did he end up getting caught after all.

At that time, as if in Denial of the Black Sorcerer's thoughts, the woman with the Glaive spoke.

"I am not one with a connection to this Academy, but as a noble, I merely sought out this place drawn by an unacceptable smell."

"......Then are you a Hero?"

"I do not have much Interest in such things. It is also because I must perform the same Duty as them someday anyway, and there is nothing to learn here."

Planting the Glaive into the floor, she said.

"Today I am in a good mood having enjoyed A walk on a moonlit night after a long time, so I will show generosity and end this with just one arm. How about surrendering?"

"Tsk."

The Black Sorcerer clicked his tongue as if he didn't like it.

At the same time, as if slipping a card from the bottom of the deck, the Black Sorcerer took out a Glass Vial containing a Catalyst from his sleeve.

'Is the difference in Level of Mastery about one.'

The woman with the Glaive appeared to be Rank 2, a Rank one higher than the man.

Escaping was the best plan.

Naturally, looking at the woman's Stance, it didn't seem like she would leave him be to escape.

So he prepared the Glass Vial.

'I'll make the Ghouls go berserk and escape amidst the confusion.'

By not controlling the Ghouls and making them go berserk, one can draw out a higher strength than their original strength.

If he used this, escaping from a Rank 2 was also possible.

At that time, the woman with the Glaive said to that Black Sorcerer.

"Not being able to fathom the difference in the Level of Mastery can be called ignorance, but to have covered even your two eyes with that ignorance, it is pitiful. You do not even know which star the Form you just unfolded reached, and merely think of it as a blade of grass trembling. How can you not know that the visible horizon is not the entirety of the sea."

The woman let out a Sigh and pulled out the bronze iron fence stuck in the window.

Holding the iron fence like a Stake, she blew a breath into it.

"Together with Father......"

Wind began to coil around the iron fence.

Whir, whir, a whirlwind wrapped around that bronze Stake.

"The time I went to hunt a Nethermaw suddenly comes to mind."

She pulled the iron fence back behind her Shoulder.

"D-Damn it!"

The Black Sorcerer urgently stood the remaining Ghouls in front of him.

And.

Boom!

The iron fence was shot like a harpoon.

The Stake clad in wind pierced the first Ghoul's chest, penetrated the second Ghoul's back, skewered the third, and still did not stop.

Eventually, the Stake that skewered five chunks of meat impaled the Black Sorcerer's Right side Shoulder, who was hiding behind them, completely.

"Gaaah......!"

The man, pinned to the wall just like that, trembled violently.

His right arm dangling in tatters.

It was clear that if this Stake was pulled out, the arm would also fall off.

Just as per the woman's Declaration.

"H-H...... How...... such a......"

His body drooped down limply.

The woman spoke towards the unconscious Black Sorcerer.

"It is Mercy. Originally, it would be proper to take both arms, but today I am in a good mood."

Saying so, she pulled out the Glaive and shouldered it again.

Jenny lost her soul and gazed at that Heroine.

"......W......Who?"

"Hm? Ah, my introduction is late...... Cough!"

The woman gave a small Cough.

Once, twice.

Shallot quietly watched her wipe her mouth while swallowing her Cough.

The parched lips entered Shallot's gaze.

Even after showing that incredible martial prowess just now, the woman was struggling to catch her breath.

Soon, Shallot made a Conclusion.

"......You came from the Meyer Infirmary."

Shallot said quietly.

The woman's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Since you rushed here at this late hour, you have mild Symptoms of Dehydration. Seeing your lips are chapped like that, you are recently battling an illness. And seeing you struggle while using Wind Magic through your breathing, you were suffering from a Lung Disease. Furthermore, your attire is Eastern-style."

Shallot's gaze headed to the Glaive.

"And a moment ago, you said you hunted a Nethermaw with your Father."

"......"

"A person who has a Father that would hunt a Nethermaw in the Eastern Region. And if it's someone recently hospitalized long-term at the Meyer Infirmary."

Shallot raised her head.

"You must be the Duke's Daughter, Gretel Keres."

"Oho."

The woman—Gretel opened her eyes wide.

And then, she clapped her hands as if in Admiration.

"As expected, you are a reputed Great detective."

She unfastened the gourd attached to her waist and gulped down water.

"......Phew."

Having caught her breath, Gretel wiped her mouth and muttered.

"For this kind of first meeting, it's Courtesy to do it while having a drink of alcohol, not water. Smack."

At that muttering, Jenny harbored Doubt.

Thinking, does the Eastern Region have such Courtesy?

Gretel shook the gourd as if regretful.

"But well, I should listen to the Lord Saint's words."

Gretel, hanging the gourd with water back on her waist.

She grinned towards the two.

"I will hand over that Black Sorcerer to you. Take him and establish merit, or get a prize, do as you please."

"......Pardon?"

"Instead, I will make one request."

Gretel brought her Index finger to her lips.

"Do not tell anyone that I came here."

"U-Why?"

"Because there is someone who will scold me terribly if he finds out I committed this kind of act as soon as I got permission to go out."

And then she lightly stepped onto the Windowsill.

Inhaaaale—

As she let out a deep breath once again, her chest rose and fell beneath her Martial Arts Uniform.

As she exhaled, wind coiled around her two legs.

"If you want to give a Reward to me, bring a Fruit and come visit the Meyer Infirmary. Ah, a peach is a no. Because looking at it makes me want to make fruit-infused liquor. Well then, have a good night."

Tap.

The pure white Martial Arts Uniform soared above the roof, cutting through the moonlight.

And vanished, mixing into the night wind just like that.

The left-behind Jenny stared blankly at that back and muttered.

"......The Duke's Daughter is really tough. I'd think princesses would be very precocious and like tea or sweets."

Flinch.

Shallot trembled her Shoulders from the side.