A Sword Master Childhood Friend Power Harassed Me Harshly, So I Broke Off Our Relationship And Make A Fresh Start At The Frontier As A Magic Swordsman.

We stayed in the cafeteria and received a small quote from Professor Feria, but it was only a short time.

As soon as I got to my seat and had breakfast, only the seven-year-olds who were the same as me and Fine were left in the cafeteria.

The reason I was left with was the pin immediately.

Speaking of which, I've always done it this time of year.

At last, we will perform the ritual of exterminating the plague.

It is said that it is the custom of the district where Director Danton was born to put the tattoo of the wheat eel, which is a symbol of prosperity, on the child's neck, in the hope that it will not be injured or plague in the future.

Dean Danton himself asked his parents to let him in, and he put tattoos on the children in the orphanage who thought they were his own children.

"Now, everyone is seven years old this year." Including that celebration, I'll put on a tattoo to wipe out the plague. It might hurt a little, but you have to be patient. "

Director Danton, who was sitting in the dining room chair, said so in front of our five children, who were seven years old, and drew near to him a trolley with a sharp metal needle, an ink jacket, and a liquid that looked like alcohol.

Does it hurt...? No way...

I've heard that some of the kids upstairs are crying.

But we're all doing it.

He looks at a metal needle placed on a trolley near Dean Danton's teacher, and his throat rattles from tension.

"Alfine, don't worry! I'll be the first to go, and when it's Alfine's turn, I'll shake your hand and do my best!"

Finn looked at us with a nervous look at what was going to happen.

"Everyone, don't worry so much." Danton's arm is fine, it only hurts a little bit. If you can't stand it, I'll give you medicine to relieve your pain.

Feria-sensei also held a bottle of bitter medicine and smiled at Nikoli.

That medicine is so bitter that I definitely don't want to take it.

If it hurts a little, let's put up with it properly.

The other kids seemed to think the same thing because they were pale.

"Well then, let's start with you, Finn." Sit in this chair. "

Dean Danton, holding a metal needle, gestured Finn to the chair in front of him.

"Yes, please!"

"Yes, don't be nervous, just relax."

Dean Danton puts his hand on Fane's shoulder, nervous.

Yes, yes.

After disinfecting the neck with a liquor-soaked cloth, he wrote a draft of the wheat eel with an inked feather pen.

"Come on, let's go."

When I finished the preparation, I changed the feather pen to a metal needle, and I couldn't see, so I covered my eyes with my hands.

"I'm cumming... I'm cumming. But I'd rather take Alfine's sword....."

"Mr. Fane, don't talk to me."

Yes, yes.

Because it covers your sight, you can only hear the two of them interacting.

The time had passed when only Finn's distressed voice could be heard.

"Yes, it's over. You've put up with it." That's you, Finn. "

"When it's over, this way." I'm going to put a bandage on it until the tattoo swelling goes away. "

Without her covered hand, Finn, who had finished the tattoo, went to Professor Feria and had a bandage wrapped around his neck.

When I got worried, I rushed over to Finn.

"Fern, are you okay?"

"Yeah, it hurt a little, but it was a pain I could endure." I'm sure Alfine will be fine. "

Looking sideways, the next child had already been disinfected on his neck by Director Danton.

Finn said it was okay, but I was scared.

Well, I think I'll have it done for the last time.

When I was wondering where I was going to get my turn, it ended up being the last.

"Come on, the last one is Alfine." I saw that everyone was okay, so I should have been relieved, right? "

"Yes, maybe, but can I hold Finn's hand because I'm scared?"

"Oh, I feel like I've been able to do anything myself lately, but there's still something I still have to rely on from Mr. Finn." Finn, you seem to be worried too, so Danton, let him have it. "

"Oh, that's fine. Mr. Finn, I'm sorry, but I need you to hold Alfine's hand."

"Yes! Alfine, I'm with you!"

Finn's firm grip on my hand made me decide to get a tattoo.

When I close my eyes, I leave everything to Director Danton.

The refreshing feel of the cloth for disinfection and the smell of alcohol arrive in my nose.

Every time a draft was written on the tip of a feather pen, a bursting sensation came over me.

"Well, I think it hurts, but you have to be patient."

When I thought it was irritating, the stinging pain ran through my neck.

I gnawed my lips and gnawed back at Finn's hand.

Alfine, it's okay. I'll be right there.

Inspired by Finn's encouragement, she holds back the tears that are about to fade from her closed eyes.

Then, the stinging and stinging pain lasted forever, and I lost consciousness along the way.

"Alright, it's over. You've put up with it." And then I'll have Felia put on a bandage. "

Dean Danton, who was silently tattooed, called out, and Feria called out from behind.

"I didn't cry, so it's hard." It will be swollen for a while, so we need to bandage it up right away and make sure it doesn't become pusy. "

When I sit back in the chair in front of Mr. Feria, he will put on a beautiful bandage on a tattoo that is still swollen and aching.

"Alfine, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I could put up with it thanks to Finn."

Even when I fainted, I managed to stay conscious thanks to the warmth of Finn's hands.

If he hadn't been with me in all that pain, I would have fainted and collapsed.

"Yes, then, everyone gather around."

After wrapping a bandage around my neck, Professor Feria called the children who had finished getting their tattoos.

To celebrate everyone's seventh birthday, I've prepared a sweet treat for you.

Felia takes the basin that was in the back of the cafeteria and places it on the table in front of the children who gathered.

Sweet treats! Something! It must be delicious because it was made by a good cook, Feria-sensei.

The word "sweet treat" discourages me from feeling pain in my neck.

"I tried making custard pudding today." I'll cut it apart, so wait a minute.

»» »» »» Wow, we did it!

Everyone loves the sweet treats made by Professor Feria.

Of course, I like it too.

Eating sweet food makes me feel happy.

"Alfine, Dr. Feria's custard pudding!" I have to tell the other kids. "

"Yeah, yeah. We all love it."

Teachers often say that orphanages are made up of donations from a variety of people.

However, because it is a remote orphanage, there are not many donations.

I've heard that you can rely on them to send your graduates naturally.

Therefore, in the orphanage, vegetables, wheat, and livestock are taken care of by themselves and are close to self-sufficiency.

That's why sweet treats that used a lot of sugar were precious items that could only be eaten for a birthday celebration, such as an occasional reward.

Feria-sensei cuts off and focuses everyone's attention on the custard pudding on the plate.

I heard the throat of a patient child twitching.

"If it's true, I'd like to feed you more."

"If you forgive us for not coming, you will be saved."

Dean Danton and Professor Feria apologize and line up a plate of custard pudding in front of everyone.

"No, because the teachers are here, we have lived until now." It may still bother you in the future, but thank you! "

Finn thanked the teachers on behalf of everyone.

Even though I am grateful to both of you, I feel incredibly grateful.

I naturally bowed my head to both of them.

The other kids felt the same way, and everyone bowed their heads to the teachers.

”Fern-kun... thank you, Min-a. That's all I can comfort you with.”

"Come on, everyone can eat."

"" "" Thank you! "" "

After that, I was happy to enjoy the custard pudding made by Professor Feria.

After all, sweet things can be happy.

I have to write it in my diary so that I don't forget my happiness today.

Before you grow up, you need to learn how to make sweets from Professor Feria.

When you can make money yourself, you can make it yourself.

Seven years to adulthood, or a long, short feeling.