"Alfine, you promised not to use your sword against people, didn't you?" Why did you hit L'Oréal with your wooden sword? "

Having finished transporting the unconscious Phine to the infirmary, I was confronted with a harsh tone by Dr. Feria, who was treating L'Oréal.

I'm wrapping a bandage around my body and holding Fine's hand as she sleeps on the bed, piercing it silently.

"Even in the light of Mr. Finn's situation, I have a general idea." But it's not fair to just talk about it from another kid, so I want you to explain it from Alfine's mouth. If you don't, you'll have to take that wooden sword away. "

Dr. Feria, who had finished L'Oréal's treatment, asked me in a tough tone.

Drop your gaze on the bloody wooden sword on your lap.

Even when I was told to explain, when I think of that time, my heart still shudders.

Besides, it's terrible to take this wooden sword from me.

I don't want to talk about it, but I can't find words that explain it well.

Finn, I don't know what to say. Finn.

I was frustrated and naturally bit my fingernails.

Alfine, if you don't tell me, I don't know.

"Felia, don't blame Alfine." L'Oréal has also testified that he has done too much to Mr. Finn. Although it was excessive, he seems to be reflecting on it himself, so how about increasing the cleaning service work as a punishment this time? ”

It was Dean Danton, who was listening in detail to the other children in the other room, who looked at Dr. Feria with a troubled face.

Heard the story and figured out what happened then.

"But then I can't show the other kids." Although it's a wooden sword, it was aimed at people. "

"That's true, but you can't just wield your sword to protect someone, can you?" Obviously, L'Oréal has done too much to Mr. Finn. Fortunately, L'Oréal is badly injured in appearance, but there are no serious after-effects left. "

"Yeah, well, I think my broken nose is bent, but I won't be able to get back, and I think I'll recover from my wounds from being young."

"We have had some problems with this case, and I think it would be terrible to hold Alfine solely responsible. If we punish her, we must also punish her, for it is unfair."

Dean Danton gently stroked my head.

The slightest irritation was relieved by the stroke, and I was stopped from biting my nails.

”Uuuuuuuuhh”

"Fern! I'm awake! Are you all right!?"

"Ugh, ugh. Ah, Alfine... good morning." Did I sleep with you today? It's weird, I should've woken up early all the time... "

Lies!? Remember what happened earlier?

Or are you protecting me?

Feeling impatient at the state of Fine, I sent a gaze to Professor Feria and Director Danton for help.

"Mr. Finn, don't you remember what happened?"

"Ah, even Director Danton." Good morning. That was before.... "

Finn's face warps in agony.

"At one point, ah, ah, ah, I remembered. L'Oréal suddenly hit me with a wooden sword, and when I saw it, Alfine helped me, and I remembered that she stopped because she was overdoing it.”

It seemed that Finn, who was holding his head, remembered what had happened earlier, and told Dr. Feria and Mr. Danton that it was there.

"Good. I thought I had a bad head wound and a memory."

"When I heard about Mr. Finn, it was L'Oréal who had the first hand, and Alfine tried to protect him."

“Yes, Alfine was just trying to help me.”

After a moment of silence, Sensei Feria let out a big sigh.

"Phew, I can't help it." Only this time, I'll leave the wooden sword to the people. As always, I also allowed sword training. However, everyone will be held responsible for this fight. "

"Yes, thank you, Miss Feria."

Alfine's good, too.

I nodded firmly as I was pushed to my senses by Sensei Feria.

After that, he would not come near us until L'Oréal and the men around him had graduated.

It seems that the fact that I made L'Oréal bump with my wooden sword was transmitted by the boys who were there, and they were frightened and couldn't get close.

Thanks to this, the other children no longer have any children to approach me, and only Phine, Dr. Feria, and Dean Danton talked to.

From that time on, the voice of the example that was supposed to be deafened by the holding of the sword began to whisper in his head again.