Nerim was born an aristocrat.
It's not small, but it's not big. She was married to the Marquis's father, who ruled such a frontier territory, and to the daughter of the Viscount named after her.
I have a son and a sister.
He was neither a rich land nor a greedy family for which succession disputes could arise.
Thanks to this, a happy family was built.
It's time to choose between going to the National Knight Training School, going to the Palace Public Schools, or staying at home.
Father asks Nerim.
Nerim was also twelve years old, standing at a crossroads in his life.
However, without a tutor, their parents were raising Nerim in their own hands. As a result, Nerim had no place to think deeply about life.
Naturally, the recognition that "school is troublesome" passed through my head in a daze.
Can I stay home?
Nerim said sweetly.
I believed it was easy.
The parents nodded and welcomed Nerim home.
Nerim was pleased with the response, but after two years, it changed.
"Don't listen to me! Why do I have to get married!"
"Hey, come on... don't embarrass my dad... and he's a good guy." Take a look at this painting. "
What his father showed Nerim was a painting.
The figure of a good young man on a white horse is depicted.
There will be no end to the rumors of the ladies with their sharp faces.
But Nerim's face was just spitting.
“You've met me at the party! It was the opposite of that painting! That was a terrible bitch!"
A party once hosted by a nobleman anywhere.
From the ends of the country to the ends, aristocrats from all over the country gathered, with the participation of Nerim.
Her glamorous appearance was a source of attention.
Thus, the young man introduced by his father was also one of the people who was paying attention.
But Nerim had a memory, too.
I remembered that the man was absolutely not his liking. If I hadn't said it, I would have been in the ugly category.
”... you know what?”
The father continues to sigh.
“You didn't go to school. If that happens, we will inevitably have no choice but to marry. You're fourteen now. And what can you do? If you don't know what you're doing, you won't even be able to hold a sword."
That was the right thing to do.
But it was also my father who didn't do that.
Nerim, who hadn't thought about his life, was also responsible, but he was frustrated by the contradiction in his father's statements.
Well then, let's get out of the house!
Selling words and buying words.
At least it wasn't planned.
"Do as you please!"
I don't even know my father, and I cling to the daughter of the shopkeeper. It was because he was afraid that he would come home unable to do anything.
Nerim leaves the house with the golden things and the swords of his ancestors.
Then I left the safe city without my body.
At sunset.
It's almost time for the moon to shine.
(... let's go home after all)
Looking back.
The darkness swallowed half of the sky, but Nerim's city was bright.
A little seduction passed through Nerim's chest.
If I had come back here, the map of the future continent might have changed.
(No, it's too shaky to leave like this!)
Nerim enters the forest beast path holding the sword he brought out of his house.
I don't know where to go.
Because there is no plan, it is natural.
Suddenly, I felt discomfort in my legs.
(Say it....)
Nerim sits on the big tree.
Then I took off my high heels and checked the condition of my feet.
(It's red. I wonder if these shoes were a failure.)
High heels are very unsuitable for walking on steep roads.
If you ask a skilled person, you'll be laughed at for making a big mistake.
But Nerim didn't notice.
I didn't know that gear was important when walking through the forest.
Not to mention, I didn't even know that the forest where Nerim was now was a dangerous place for monsters to roam.
(Where am I?)
Nerim had a relatively modest character.
Therefore, neither did his father burn his hands.
This marriage might have been accepted so easily if it hadn't been for Nerim's disgusted face.
Even though I was a father, I was upset that I had taken an unexpected counterattack because I thought that way and left it to my anger.
Nevertheless, it was already past.
Some convinced her mother that she was worried about Nerim not returning, her father sent private soldiers to search for Nerim, but she never found him.
I didn't know this was going to be a big change in the future, and Nerim could only think about it in front of him.
(Ah-)
It's a nice breeze.
At first, it was such an illusion.
However, when I felt the tingling and warm pain in my left arm, I had to understand that it was an attack from something.
Gahhhhh...!
While drooling instinctively, a monster looked at Nerim.
Black, glossy hair is traded for a fair amount of money.
However, I only have the body of a large dog, and I can't make enough money to match the danger.
D-Rank Black Wolf.
A lonely monster that moves on its own, but a brilliant night hunter with dark fur and a supple body.
"Ahh... ku!"
Nerim didn't even know the name of the monster.
I pulled my sword out of the hoe because I was angry and cold when I left the house.
Seeing Nerim's hostility, the Black Wolf moves in an instant to set a trap.
He leapt up with his forefoot and jumped to Nerim's neck.
If you break your neck, it's your word.
If not, let's break down the system.
As a hunter, I could say it was an accurate decision.
Besides, Nerim had a clearly weak atmosphere. Even from the side, the chances of failure are unlimited.
But now was the time for instincts to sound the alarm.
But who can blame them?
I had no way of knowing that it was such a girl who would later be called [History's Strongest Sword Saint].
(--Oh!)
It is a gift because no one can imitate it.
The sun has just completely disappeared and you're not even used to the night vision.
An environment that should suddenly be attacked and frightened.
Pain that makes you want to cry.
Above all, it was my first time holding a sword.
She is like a girl wearing high heels to go to the forest.
Moreover, there should have been an overwhelming difference in experience.
Still, that's it.
― ― Nerim pierced the skull from the jaw of the Black Wolf.
Qu......
The Black Wolf desperately cried out in a scream.
Unexpectedly, it was Nerim's first battle and his first victory.
Could it have been a coincidence?
No, that was inevitable.
Nerim's eyes captured the movement of the monster.
The body holding the sword was under the control of even one nerve.
I was born with it. Gain talent as a strong man.
But Nerim only noticed after a few beats.
"... heh?"
My vision drops.
My waist was shedding.
A katana and a sword with a monster in a skewer fell to the ground.
(Did I kill him?)
Something, I can't tell you, a tear broke out.
Guilt accounts for most of it, but as a result of feelings of disgust and hopelessness that no one can help, confusion is emerging in my head.
But I don't have time to rest.
Nocturnal, ferocious beasts, infested with the smell of blood, strike Nerim with their fangs.
Even in the morning, she was alive because her qualities blossomed.