A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

― ― Memories of childhood are profound and unexpected.

Some people may say that they don't remember anything from their childhood. Conversely, some say they remember the details well.

Happy memories, harsh memories, trivial memories. There are so many differences in the standards that I remember, at least for a girl, the memories of her childhood are still vivid.

It's like a blessing or a curse. The more shocking the subsequent events, the more proportionate the memory remains. It doesn't disappear even if you want to forget it, and it stays like sludge in the corner of your memory.

The girl was happy when she was young.

Polasha, a country that should be regarded as medium among the continents called Mataroi. The girl, born as the daughter of the ruling lord of a certain region, was much richer than the people of Ichii and lived a blessed life guaranteed by her richness.

Loving, daughter-friendly parents. Pledge allegiance to the man who is the father and lord of the girl, and many of the family members and servants who are kind to the girl. A girl with an outstanding beauty similar to a beautiful mother from an early age was loved by the people and asked for her future.

Every day was fun for the girl, and there was no doubt that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow would be bright and bright future. That's why I know the word unhappiness, but I don't think I can taste it myself.

There was no such thing as a friend in a position of equivalence, but days spent playing with younger squires in a castle or garden where they were at home. I had to learn etiquette because of the lord's daughter, but if I did it well, I could do my best because my beloved mother and father would praise me.

A life where you don't have to starve or tremble in the cold, and you don't have to stay in clothing or shelter, even your heart is satisfied. Not everyone can get it just because they wanted it. It is the shackles of position that make many ordinary people happy to dream that they want to be so.

The girl never realized that she was in a privileged environment. It was “natural” from birth, of course, and I didn't notice it.

Of course, being born in a privileged position is not a bad thing.

The girl was just proud to have been born with her beloved parents and enjoyed her everyday life - nothing more than innocence.

It's so cute even now. You'll be beautiful in the future. "

Mother says. With a happy smile on her face that seems to be “young and beautiful at all times”.

Hmm, you're going to be beautiful! But a little... no, I don't really... want to give it to my wife. I can take my son-in-law..... "

Father says. In front of the family council, holding up the girl while relentlessly breaking her tightly squeezed expression.

The girl was honestly delighted at the words of her parents. There were some compliments for my child's cuteness, but I was childish enough to understand that those compliments were from the bottom of my heart.

Fathers' families, servants, and residents also praise the girl's appearance, but it doesn't resonate compared to their parents'. Of course, an innocent girl would have been honestly happy if she had been praised.

After all, the girl loved her parents.

For a girl, her beloved parents were everything in the world and were happy. It was something that had been around since I was a kid and made me feel happy.

Such a happy life ended when the girl was seven years old. “For the girl," suddenly collapsed without a clue.

A knight whose father trusted and whom the girl had spoken many times killed the girl's mother.

It was a sudden murder for the girl, and I didn't immediately understand what happened. The knight was undoubtedly trusted by his father, and the knight was also devoted to his father.

Later, the girl could not understand that the incident had occurred because the knight had given allegiance to his father.

Like a sand castle built on a wave, the happy days for the girl collapsed.

He was attacked by a monster, caught in a natural disaster, defeated by war. If such sorrow had been the reason to be convinced, there would still have been salvation.

But the reason the knight killed the girl's mother does not bring salvation.

The girl's mother found out that she was an outsider - an obscene devil - and turned her blade “to save her master”.

The girl's mother was a young, beautiful and mysterious woman. The more men turned around, the more distant they looked.

Of course, a man who killed the girl's mother would never have been left to knights if it had been "just that”. Loyal, courageous, and with a superior personality, he was a leading figure among his father's ministers.

Is it the sarcasm of God's prank or fate that led to the murder of such a person?

The knight questioned the girl's mother in that she did not seem to have aged at all, no matter how old she was. The word "personal difference" is so beautiful that there are no signs of aging that even knights with excellent self-control are likely to fall in love with the position of the master's wife.

Extremely, the girl's mother would have had great magic. The magic itself was passed on to the girl, but the girl's mother had far more magic than any other wizard.

From those facts, the knight proved that the girl's mother was not human. At this point, however, we did not imitate the murder, but merely questioned the girl's father - which was the trigger of the tragedy.

The girl's father had something to hide, or the girl's mother was an obscene devil. And it brings conviction to the knight.

The girl's mother is an obscene devil, and she is cheating on her master.

Due to its extraordinary beauty and mysterious charm, the knight was somewhat attentive to his identity. And because the girl's father was blurred, it was judged that she was being manipulated by a lewd demon.

That is why the tragedy happened, and the knight killed the master's wife, albeit a subordinate, and shortly after the murder, he pierced his throat with a dagger.

If there's something you can't save, half of the knight's predictions are correct and half wrong. And I believed that the girl's father would return to sanity after he had ruled himself out.

Although the girl's mother was shooting straight in terms of being an obscene devil, the girl's father was being manipulated. In addition, I spiritually pushed my sane master.

― ― The lewd devil who was unusual but fell in love with others fulfilled his thoughts, was bound, and gave his daughter.

“True” was just that.

So the tragedy for the girl who suddenly came - never came down.

Although the tragedy that happened around the girl lowered the curtain, the tragedy that befell the girl herself raised the curtain at this time.

When her beloved mother dies, the girl lives a life that will hold her back for a while. I cry, scream, and sleep tired like every day. The body and spirit gradually wear out, and the innate brightness also lingers and begins to gloom.

Still, the girl's heart didn't break one step further because her father was there. Otherwise, your heart would have been broken and you would have been desperate.

“That's why” the girl at this time didn't know that it was a feather to pull the trigger of a new tragedy.

The girl did not know what kind of existence she was and what kind of power she had. And the mother, who would have taught it and controlled it, had already been killed.

The mother who was thinking of telling the girl after she grew a little older and understood the existence of the obscene devil was no longer in the world.

Therefore, "that misfortune” was inevitable. As the pile of happiness turned to unhappiness, the girl continued to fall from the cliff of happiness to the abyss.

Months after her mother's death, the girl who managed to regain her spirits began to live a more grown-up and calm life compared to before - from when, the "color of gaze” turned from the surroundings changed.

Girls don't know the reason or the meaning of the gaze, they just live the way they've always lived, and it goes bankrupt.

The first tragedy began with those who served the girl as servants. A boy who had served the girl since he was a child was suddenly attacked by the girl without a clue and killed by other boys who had also served the girl as servants.

Killing each other as if they recognized each other as enemies without holding them back. It spread around, and as a result many of those who served the girl lost their lives, both men and women.

The father of a girl who sees the situation seriously chooses to house the girl in her room. However, if she was a sensible adult, it would have taken a lot of manpower to live under house arrest for a girl who was only a child.

The ensuing tragedy began with a small number of people who came into contact with the girl.

A person who transports food to a girl, who cleans a girl's room, who listens to the girl's wishes and reports to the girl's father. All of them sued for the girl's release and began to rage. The riot was so intense that I finally put in knights and soldiers to suppress it.

To this end, the girl's father makes a decision. I am the daughter I had with my beloved wife, but I can't leave her like this anymore because I can't control her abilities. We have no choice but to stop the damage before it spreads any further.

Of course, until that conclusion - to be precise, shortly after the murder of the girl's mother - the girl's father was looking for magic tools and good wizards that could control the girl's abilities.

As long as I can control my abilities as an obscene demon, I can still live normally. In order to keep my lovely daughter alive, I used all the handlers I could use and hit all the means I could.

However, nothing “convenient" could be found to break the deal, and the girl's father would make a decision as lord.

And that was the trigger of the last tragedy for the girl.

The father, who visited the girl at least to finish everything with his own hands, wanted the last story with his beloved daughter, who had been face to face for a long time - he failed to resist the power of 'charm'.

"... oh, sama?

The girl is confused. There was no reaction when I called my father with a face I'd never seen before. My body trembled to resist “something”, but I didn't even think about running away if I was worried about the father I had seen for a long time.

Father's hand slowly approaching. The girl looked at it silently with confusion and worry.

"Eh...."

Girl - Rebecca woke up. Then check your condition and wipe the cold sweat on your forehead in a mess.

"Wake up? Chris is impressed that he can sleep well in this state."

He looked over his shoulder at the voice he heard from behind. Then, check the face there and exhale a little.

"... what is it, Chris? I'm surprised, yes, I'm surprised."

"This is where I was surprised. If I thought there was no movement, I'd be asleep... if the dragon I was manipulating wasn't flying as planned, I'd be beating the demon right away."

That's how Rebecca moves her gaze and looks under her eyes. It was above the sky and, to be precise, on the back of Rebecca's manipulated dragon.

It was an empty journey with Chris, but Rebecca remembers that her drowsiness came because she was too busy on the way.

"... you had a bad dream?

Then, I looked back with surprise at the slightly caring voice that flew from my back.

"What are you talking about?

"I didn't know what it was, but I heard a little moaning... Did you have a scary dream?

Chris, who looked very much like Tina, quickly realized that his eyes were mixed with colour of concern because he had no fox face. Rebecca noticed that after a few seconds of patrolling, she turned forward and slapped the winged dragon slightly on the neck.

"Nothing... nothing serious. I was just dreaming of an innocent child who was going to be called Tintin Castle."

"... yes."

Turning briefly to Rebecca's words, Chris closed the conversation. I decided that I should not ask any more questions.

Instead, he looked around and narrowed his eyes to look far away.

"I can see it."

"It's usually troublesome, but this time it's always more troublesome... yeah, it's troublesome. I wish Kanna-chan were here at least."

With that said, Rebecca and Chris turned their gaze to a place called the King's Capital, which is also known as Tapeley.

"This case is full of problems and it is troublesome to report it to the Archbishop, really...."

Leaving such a murmur in the sky, Rebecca manipulated the Winged Dragon and headed for Tapeley.