Alice Tale in Phantasmagoria

I stayed up late.

This season, when temperatures are getting a little depressed, it is in bed that rests.

I don't like dark.

The demon ore lights its own room, which cannot be replaced.

But sometimes things are different.

"... I'm sorry, Eclair... Munna"

"You don't have to apologize until in your dreams, no more."

The silver girl sleeping next door sometimes apologizes at this rate even after she falls asleep.

It's something I'm surprised to see because I'm changing my blood phase.

But it's that woman who comes to mind.

A mark that sticks to your eyes as smooth and white as Alice's ceramic.

Gently look at the marks on the neck muscle with your fingers.

"Mmm..."

Alice squirms like a baby, but sleeps well and has no sign of waking up.

"... mark this lookout. You're gonna provoke me, right?

I will never forgive you, that woman!

With that in mind, I don't sleep at all.

I don't sleep at all!

"Mostly you're too cautious, aren't you?

Once it had subsided, the anger boiled again.

I know, this, silly Alice!

"... heels"

I'll cast magic on your neck muscles and erase your marks beautifully.

"As familiar as you are, come and get ready... silly"

I'll poke him gently in the forehead.

As usual, you look like you're in love, full of gaps.

What is this imbalance?

I smile bitterly and gaze at the ceiling from Alice, who sleeps happily.

I don't know when I've been alone.

I was born with a demon eye.

My mother gave birth to me and died soon after.

I hear he was originally a physically weak person, but I can imagine that maybe this demonic eye was affecting him.

So I... killed my parents.

Duchy of Sacramento, First Duchess.

Parent-Killer Eye Holder.

That's my title.

But that has never been made public.

"The Red Abominable."

"Oh, scary scary scary"

Different from knights and clerks in the castle, I heard mockery frequently fed up.

Even though it is not an attitude towards the princess, there is a reason to be called 'Abominable Child' and despised.

Because there is a history of human beings who used to have the same demonic eye in this country betraying public houses and driving their clans into distress.

Ever since, the Devil's Eye has been abhorrent in this country.

It's taboo.

So much so that if you do poorly, you may be executed just because you know the facts.

In that regard, I was still protected by my position.

... In the first place, having a demon's eye is not even welcome in this country.

I'm pretty sure I didn't have a busy childhood anyway.

Because of that, it didn't take that long to hate people.

Back then, everything around me looked like an enemy.

I was wondering how easy the world would be if I burned everything down in my eyes.

Shallow, child's reckless behavior.

I took the necklace my father told me never to take, and 'looked' at those guys who slapped lightly and passed by.

- In a moment, the world stained red.

It is not inherently a major event, such as a child's return of interest.

But for me, it was... it was a big deal.

When he noticed, he was wearing a necklace from his neck into the castle courtyard.

I'll give you a one-sided fire, in the garden.

Blurred.

Still in a dream mood, I can tap the facts in front of me.

In a fire that never fades...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Ahhh, ahhh."

I don't really remember what happened after that.

- As punishment, I was to be sent to the battlefield under 10.

The Principality was at war in the East End at the time.

Sacramento is a nation awakened by demons.

All the major nobles are demons.

Of course, there are a lot of human beings in proportion, but that's the kind of foundation they have.

However, that is normal in this country, but many people abhor the species' Demon Nation '.

Either you didn't feel comfortable with the system of this country, or was that really a political reason under mere pretext, the Eastern patriarchate attacked you with a lying complain of jihad.

Dust-rising wilderness battlefields.

On such a battlefield, I wore a fine red costume just to look at and was sent to the front.

From the enemy's point of view, it would have been nothing but primitive and purposeful.

That's what the Principality intended.

There is no reason to execute him in his position, and he is in good health.

I'm not scared - and there's no way I can put up a void.

Swallow by the air on the battlefield, I couldn't even walk.

"Is it a warrior tremor, Princess Eclair"

It was the old man with red hair, whose grey hair accounted for the majority, who came speaking more than on horseback.

Or perhaps, Commander-in-Chief Cliff Steard was advancing the horse to the front line next to me.

Count Steade's house.

Cliff, who is also its lord, is a stranger.

Someone with such a reputation.

Still a bloody person enough to command the front line, but the wrinkles engraved on his face are deep.

I'm sure he's been living for hundreds of years now.

"Wow, I'm not scared!

"Ho, so that's what I'm saying"

I inadvertently put up a vanity in the relief that gave me a voice.

Cliff smiled at me like that with his old manly flair.

Surprised that such a look can still be put up.

"If you're in the first place, you can just feel this air, right?

I shake my head at Cliff for smiling kindly at me.

"Chi, no... no..."

That was not what the country required.

I'm - I'm going to die now.

That's what they want.

You didn't want me to, to be born.

"Hmmm...... the battlefield is not where kids come out. The adults who make it, the country is stupid."

A national criticism of a man in a position, but the soldiers who watched him become around wonder were not even surprised.

Oh, again.

I think he was looking at us with that impression.

Cliff didn't even care about dew, he got off his horse and put his hand on my head.

"Princess Eclair...... no, Eclair. You were scattered on this battlefield. Is that what happened?

"... Huh?

As if he were a boy who set up a prank, Cliff has turned a messy face.

"Ho ho, and from today on, you're just Eclair."

"... just, Eclair?

"Yes, if you don't like that...... what about Eclair Steard?

That was the meeting between me and Cliff.

The Count Steered family is a nobleman entrusted with only a small part of the eastern border of the Principality.

He's known as a stranger, but he didn't look like a particularly unusual breeze humanly.

However, I am certain that I have changed slightly as a nobleman who often thinks about preservation.

For example, the day we first met.

You surrounded me, the troublemaker, with a grand report of lies to the Principality.

The first time he held me on the front line was through admiration.

An act in the territory, for example.

With the inhabitants, where they get sweaty, plow the fields and bicker.

I had never seen a nobleman look so good in farming.

Also at one point, when he said he was going hunting in the mountains with a hunter, he was leading the way and chasing his prey around.

I like flowers, to the habit of having such friendliness and a bloody part.

This guy probably forgets that he's an adult.

But I soon became fond of this unusual cliff thing.

"Cliff! We're done!

Being supposed to die on the battlefield, I was leaning against the Steaders by then.

One day, in the mansion yard, I was working my hands dirty.

Cliff takes good care of the flowers in the garden, but he was blurred to want a slightly larger flower bed.

So he made an enclosure out of bricks, plowed the soil, and made his own flower beds of rapid construction.

It would be nice to let the gardener do it, but I really wanted to make it with my own hands.

"Oh, that's fantastic! Are you going to gladly kill this grandfather!?

Cliff was delighted.

It's something that excites me like a child and makes my face bright red, so it's so much fun to watch.

"Phew, there's nothing like this if you put it on me!

I was more than happy that Cliff would be happy, and I was unexpectedly good at it.

Looking at me like that, Cliff narrowed my eyes.

"But it's muddy, this grandfather will flush your back in the bath."

"I don't want to! Cliff idiot! Eh!!

"Mm, mmm... Grandpa didn't mean that"

"Hmm."

"Well, are you old enough... well"

Somewhere lonely, emotional, Cliff looked at me.

As if you're looking at someone overlapping that's not me.

"... but I forgive you enough to stroke your head? It's pathetic, I can't help it!

"Ho, this is an honor."

Laughing, he strokes his head with his squeaky hands.

Granddaughter and favorite grandfather.

That's what our relationship was about.

It's a happy time to contend with one or two in my memory.

I always thought this life would go on.

I thought this happiness would last forever.

"Huh?"

That's a letter I found in Cliff's room sneaking in with a flirtatious heart.

There were many similar letters in the drawer of the desk that opened out of curiosity.

The crest belongs to the stars and wolves...... Sacramento.

Horrible, I took one that was letting go on my desk.

What was written there was something suspicious about my eyes.

"What... this...?

The letter states that the Eastern Patriarchate has attacked.

harshness from the Principality with, as to cut ahead of it.

Hold it on steered only until reinforcements arrive.

"... why is it so quiet today, is it?

So for the first time, I realized.

The sound of the life of the inhabitants, who always busy outside the mansion, is too quiet.

The number of squires in the mansion is too small.

And Cliff had been gone for days saying he was going out on errands...

"-"

I jumped out of the room feeling like I had been eagled in the heart.

I was gathering soldiers here recently when I said I was going to do exercises.

Training in times of need is important, what a pleasant thing to say. I wanted to curse my stupidity.

- Now is the time!

I walked out of the mansion like I was rolling.

Run around the territory and realize again that the number of inhabitants is obviously low.

Those who can evacuate are evacuated.

In my position, I didn't notice because I was trying not to get out of the mansion much.

I ran around sweating and jumped into church remembering my familiar priest.

Within the church, I finally saw a large number of the inhabitants.

Many of them are women, children and old men.

"Father, everyone!

The priest surprised a deep wrinkled face similar to Cliff's and stopped by for a small run.

"Master Eclair, you must not leave the mansion!

"How can we fight when we all feel scared! Even Father, we have to stop Cliff!

"We have no choice, it is our duty to respond to requests from the Principality. If we continue to ignore it, we will be heavily sanctioned, and which way can we live..."

In the church, everyone who sent their husbands, lovers, and sons to battlefield prayed wholeheartedly.

You won't even be able to reach the city or church, but the person these people are praying to at the time they were attacked so far...

"Oh, I'm gonna stop!

I shook off the priest's voice of restraint and jumped out of the church.

Before the battle begins, I will persuade Cliff.

Then, the Principality also persuades.

Running away and hiding is over now.

Back at the mansion, I shook off the restraint of my servants and drove my horse out of the city.

The battlefield I managed to hear from the squire is not that far away.

And the hills contiguous areas - finally reaching the edge of the battlefield.

- In conclusion, I didn't make it.

It's no longer a hell of a painting there.

The first thing I noticed was my uncle's body, which gave me a delicious freshly removed vegetable.

Other well-minded uncles at the sewers.

Bigoted blacksmith uncle......

Overwhelmingly, the bodies of soldiers and inhabitants of the Steered family stand out.

Naturally... only soldiers from such a peripheral territory can fight the armies of the Patriarchate...!

"... don't, Lady Eclair... come on, don't run away"

"Uncle!"

If I thought it was just a corpse, my uncle from the florist, who was still going to meditate on his eyes while he fell, called out.

I knew him well because he was a florist who used to go in and out of the mansion.

I hurried down from my horse and ran over.

"Oh, oh... hold on, hold on!

There was a florist's wife at the church...

What can I say and report...

Am I cursed?

After all, is it "Abominable Child"?

Are you going to carry misfortune...

"... Wow, I wonder if the city, the country, could have been properly protected?

"I could protect it. I could protect you, you made up your mind!

"Well, well, well..."

――

That's all I said, the florist's uncle took his breath away, not even while he was heeling.

... I closed my eyes for you and then turned to the center of the crying battlefield.

Rub your eyes abusively and stand up.

Just like one day, my legs were crouched.

Still, my heart won wanting to protect it.

I twisted my fears and ran to the battlefield.

Most of the people living in this neighborhood are demons.

It has a characteristic appearance by people, such as horns and fangs, which are originally powerful magic and are also crystals of that magic physically.

In my case, the Eye of the Devil...

And naturally Cliff is also a Demon.

It seems very unlikely that the Patriarchate will forgive me.

- That's how I finally got to the 'was' place in the heart of the battlefield.

There was no more fighting there.

There is a chase to chase around a fleeing steered soldier.

Massacre.

Drop your weapons, turn your back, or beg forgiveness, the soldiers of the Patriarchate pale.

Pale, pale, pale, cut to death.

Stead was destroyed in no time.

Too much sight, anger thrust through my body.

"- Burn, come on. Ooh!!

Burn down enemy soldiers in sight, depending on their allowances.

Too conspicuous, or such a ghostly enemy soldier arrives at me.

... It also felt like it didn't matter.

I'll take more of you on the road.

I thought of my uncle's face at the florist and so I decided.

Enemy soldiers coming to kill you.

A flaming blow from the side helped me almost crushed by the quantity.

Turning around, the person I missed the most was there.

"Cliff!!

"To this point, she's not my granddaughter."

With a scratchy face, Cliff smiles like a favorite.

"Cliff! Let's pull it off already!? You can't fight anymore. No! Already...?

I approached him, rocked Cliff's body... and stared at the massive amount of blood on his hands.

- Huh?

Me?

Was I hurt?

Let your gaze wander.

My expression froze to a bad hunch.

Slowly lowering his gaze from Cliff's face with a grin as usual.

The armor was cleaved, and the arrow was stabbed so hard on his back that he wondered if it was growing from his body.

The amount of blood that falls out of your mouth...

"Oh, uh...?"

Understanding, but I couldn't keep up.

Cliff magically slaughters more enemy soldiers cut from behind me in obscurity.

"I can't pull it off, they're coming straight to burn down the city. What, until we get reinforcements from the country, I'm gonna step on one more."

I'm going for a walk.

Cliff laughs in such a light tone.

From all directions, an arrow flew in.

That, holding me back, Cliff took it all on his back.

Is that...?

Funny, was it okay for a human to be so stabbed?

Even with so much blood...?

"Me, is... Eclair... Rosalie..."

Zero blood from Cliff's mouth on his face, look at that.

- I cut the necklace a thousand times.

Did you already want to disappear?

Or did you think that if you looked at the devil's eye, you could do something about it?

I can't remember how I felt then.

Soon, he was swallowed up by the red world.

I almost lost consciousness and heard my voice.

- Over here, look at me.

At the slightly lingering edge of consciousness, I recognized such words.

I looked at you, guided by my voice.

"Hello, lovely lady"

It was a beautiful elf with silver hair and silver eyes.

'Hold on, what's your name?

"Name - Ek, Rae?

"Eclair?"

"... Eclair"

I nodded to the voice confirming it, wondering if it was.

'Well, then never forget. I'm Eclair. Think hard. "

A silver elf calls out to me as I say.

Speak to me, Eclair, Eclair, as I am still losing sight of myself.

"I'm - Eclair?

'Yes, Eclair. Don't get caught in the past. I am myself. Don't get cloudy, don't lose sight of it. Eclair is Eclair. "

Confirmation of the name, it is a ritual of ascertaining oneself.

Wonder, I felt like I grabbed myself by the look of melting and disappearing.

"Eclair, Eclair... what about you?

"Me? I... yes, people called me Magic Flame in awe! This is still the Great Wizard...... because it was'

"Magic flame..."

That's what Magic Flame said, I - I stroked Eclair's head.

And then, I think I talked about it in my consciousness.

But no matter how much I say past view, it's only because this guy can do this.

Closed his eyes as he was invited by the mellow, and wished for the demonic flame to pray.

She responded to such an eclair with a sad grin.

"I've been entrusted."

With such a gentle voice.

The next time I woke up, I was surrounded by the great army of Sacramento.

Soon I had a demon eye sealed necklace around my neck that was supposed to have been chopped a thousand times.

"Eclair, huh?"

"... Leonil?

I always did. He's a disgusting brother to my face.

He stood looking down, blocking the sky from which the seen face looked up.

Apparently, he's still asleep.

"... you're coming back, Eclair. It should be used for the good of the Principality."

"Terrible magic, Leonil, but you could die."

Right beside him stood a little girl with silver hair and red eyes.

"... what, what happened,?

"If you're a patriarchal soldier, you withdrew. We must have sensed we had arrived, fast escape."

"Before we got here, it seemed like a lot of damage had been done."

The little girl looked at Eclair with interest.

…… Cliff, Cliff?

Speaking of which, he fell asleep and remained hugged by Cliff.

"Cliff?"

Speak up, shake up, but don't react.

"... salute the hero who defended his country from the threat of the Patriarchate in the oligarchy!

Leonil's words were saluted by soldiers of the Principality surrounding him.

――

Understood, understood.

"Hey... hero."

Tears overflowed.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

The cry was vain, and truly vain and wooden on the battlefield trail -

"- Uh-huh."

Soon, he was asleep.

Severe palpitations, stretched body.

- I can't stop crying.

I had the warmth to envelop such an eclair.

"Alice......"

"Yes."

"Alice."

"Huh."

Without asking anything, Alice was just hugging me about Eclair and stroking my hair.

Alice went out with me all the time to Eclair, who kept crying.

- Oh, Alice must be strong enough to protect someone.

That doesn't mean you're strong at fighting.

I feel a little sorry for that.

I'm relieved to feel sorry for it.

Because that's proof that the mind hasn't admitted to losing yet.

There's nothing I can do about it. It's the past, but I won't waste this life you've protected.

... Cliff, I'm sure you'll be strong.

Be stronger and be your proud granddaughter so you can protect someone.

"Alice......"

"What?

"... you can't lose, hey!

"Yes!?

Alice is suddenly burning her confrontation, making her eyes black and white.

- Really, it was lovely.

"Hey, just for today, I'm gonna sweeten you up, Alice. But don't get me wrong!

"Ka ~ wow, Eclair"

"If only!

"Hmph."

It's a really troubling rivalry--