Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"- - That's how you gave up your knife to Uncle Wynn. That night we talked about the eastern country where Uncle Winn lives and about Mr. Obza's adventures. And then I opened up, but when I taught Mr. Obza the sword, it caught me that I could easily master my skills, and I snuck out of the room in the middle of the night. And with the knife that Uncle Winn gave me, I actually did the various sword skills that Mr. Obza showed me. I hope you don't get any more sword skills."

Talk as pale as possible, being careful not to be dragged by the emotions of the time. Inorganically, but carefully, I chose to speak because I want His Highness to know that there is nothing more to worry about right now, that it is a thing of the past.

I will continue to follow the spear's aptitude beyond what happened during the entrance ceremony and mock warfare in the Middle Ages when I missed the path, but I cannot move forward unless I accept all of it and live.

So it was an old story I started when I was going to tell His Highness that I didn't need to worry about the spear anymore, but this is how I looked back at it, I could tell how short-circuited I was back then, but I had a headache. It was something I said from myself, but it is a great ordeal to remember myself at the time.

"- But, well, what I expected was that sword skills were easily acquired on the back. Easy enough to wonder what the spear workout I've been doing. At that point, I was thinly aware that I didn't have the aptitude for spears. And shortly afterwards, Mr. Obza, who was following me, assured me. I can't do [Spear Brave]. That's when you told me more about my aptitude. - Oh, my God. - And, well, here's the thing. I can't believe I found out about fitness."

I remember, while I was headached by my own words and actions at a young age, I finally finished talking about the day I spent with Uncle Wynn and Mr. Obza. Whether it was the reason I was choosing words and speaking, or the reason I remembered my young, short-circuited self again, I exhale loudly and unexpectedly when I was attacked by fatigue.

However, my head was kind of light-breasted by the habit of feeling terribly heavy.

I looked up into the sky somehow, feeling conflicted that my head was heavy and I was tired but clear.

The sky I looked up to was the fault of the suburban woods. I could see a lot of stars and they were so beautiful. And as I see the stars, I notice the presence of the moon, which is coming to a very high position.

............... You've spoken too much.

When we started talking, it was still starting to rise. The moon was coming up to the top in an hour or two, and I learned that I would be listening to memorabilia for quite some time. One person, he was listening seriously without showing how he hated it, so he seems to have stuck around too much. I was going to scratch and talk to him so he wouldn't be long, but I felt sorry for letting him take the unexpected time.

But I don't blame anyone for talking to me for a long time, and on the contrary, I wonder if it's okay with His Highness desperately looking for words to say to me.

The memories of that day were colorful in habits that were only for one day.

The more I remember, the more I was filled with just my own things. At the time, I twitched my head, and all my regrets sprang up.

But now. It would not be my fault that my heart felt lightened by the way His Highness listened to me and desperately searched for words to speak.

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That's how I analyze the sense of accomplishment I felt at the end of the conversation and myself, which tickled and delighted my lords' worries. I was glad to talk to you, but I couldn't think of a thought, and I laughed not thinking that you hadn't grown into a simpler thought circuit of your own than I thought.

Laughing at my unchanging side, I saw my own applause, which had grown more than then after five years. I just realized in a duel with Lute in the meantime that my bigger and worn hands are still small and helpless than they were back then.

But because there is nothing in this hand, His Royal Highness and Ballads, who are distressed in front of us, teach us.

It reminds me of His Highness, who says he is worried about me in his actions and words, and I remember the words of Mr. Obza, who at the same time was guiding my future, feeling the warm emotions that come in.

I don't understand the meaning of Mr. Obza's words at the time, and now I know why he bothered to teach me aptitude.

In the end, it's only a matter of time before I know I'm not fit for spears. As long as I name Aginis.

Instead of scolding me for giving you money and telling you to shut up, receiving and accepting the money in two replies, Mr. Obza, who stroked his head with an indescribable look, still wonders what he was thinking at that time. And with my precious Esperda, I wonder what Uncle Winn wanted to entrust me with.

What are you two doing by now..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I look up at the moon floating in the night sky and wonder whether they are cheap or not.

Both Uncle Wynn and Mr. Obza stayed only one day and returned to their country the next day. But I think the time I spent with them was a very intense time for me young. Since then, I have never met Uncle Winn or Mr. Obza, but I will never forget that day I spent with them.

At that time, after every cup of my own business, I could only be rude to say thank you, but I would like to convey my utmost gratitude if I ever see you again.

Of course I want Mr. Obza to see my sword as well, thanks to Uncle Wynn for the espada. Because I'm sure I can honestly say thank you for being strong thanks to you.

"- - Doyle"

"What is it? Your Highness."

His Royal Highness called me by name as I was carrying a gentle uncle in a distant exotic land and a favorite adventurer, so I stopped looking up at the moon and shifted my gaze to His Highness sitting next to me.

I knew it was His Highness who first spoke to me, and now I'm in a position to listen to that word.

"............... do you resent me? That adventurer."

His Royal Highness' eyes, which should be darker than those of his father or Uncle Wynn, look red earth and his heart bounces, illuminated by the light of the fire. You were upset by the nostalgic colors you saw for a moment, and it took a little while to understand the meaning of His Highness's words. But still, having managed to understand His Highness's obsession, I then wrapped my tongue around His Highness's sharpness.

I know it's not pleasant to hear about my feelings at that time. Besides, I didn't want to be dragged by the emotions of that time myself, and even though I talked as objectively and thoroughly as I could, I took my hat off to His Highness for letting the emotions I had with Mr. Obza at the time fall asleep.

I'm surprised that this is too sharp for people's emotions because of royal palace life, but I open my mouth to answer the words. If you hesitate to answer here, you won't be able to tell me not to worry.

"- No way. I'm grateful now."

When I answered without a time lag, I heard a caged sigh of relief from somewhere. And the air of the place loosened up, which was an atmosphere that stuck my words somewhere.

I stroke my chest down, too, watching His Highness loosen his expression like he was relieved by my answer. I was relieved that no one had noticed me giving a bad answer.

Honestly, I resented Mr. Obza a lot until recently. He said he wanted to tell me something extra.

However, now that we can look back calmly, we can accept Mr. Obza's actions as good intentions rather than conciliation. That's why I dared to use the expression 'now'.

I am aware that it was a slightly sloppy way of saying things to people who are worried about me in a deceptive way. But I don't want you to know I was a starving ghost then, and you can't lie to His Highness. I'm sure if I ran out of resentment here, sharp childhood tampering would have noticed my fallacy.

If they noticed, there's no choice, but if they don't notice, I want them to keep flowing.

I don't want anyone to know about me then. It's just that he was a starving ghost with a narrow horizon. If I could, I would like this story to end, and I will see His Highness with that in mind.

Knowing this thought or not, Ballad and his predecessors were drifting a disbanding mood and starting to clean up, and I stroked my chest down on their figure like that.

But right after that, when I saw His Highness sitting next to me, I felt the sweetness of my thoughts.

Unlike the Ballads, who are beginning to act on each one in the loose air, His Highness looked at me with a slight frown, turning away from the seeping look of relief that had just floated.

Perhaps, if you return a bitter laugh to His Highness, who surely noticed that I had tried to delude him, I will wrinkle between my brows as I look. And the moment His Highness opens his mouth again to say something to me, as he begins to seep through his grump, I open my mouth so that I can cover His Highness's words in anticipation of the timing.

"- Hey," So we're done talking, shall we go to bed? It's early tomorrow. ""

If we encourage everyone to go to bed to block His Highness's words, the Ballads, who were in an open mood in my earlier exchange with His Highness, began to act in earnest on each one. The first fire turn, the seniors, goes into preparing for the fire turn, and Balad and Jin move on to preparing for bed.

"- - Doyle"

If such ballads disperse me and I get up to get ready for bed, I will be called in a voice crawling through the ground to His Highness as he sits. I thought I might have pissed off that voice, but if I dropped my fearful gaze, there was an accusation. I met His Highness, who looked up at me with his eyes.

I was frightened for a moment by that strong gaze, but if I laughed at His Highness to delude him, His Highness wrinkled more and more between my brows at my attitude like that. And when I thought I'd tongued in a chirping and unpleasant way, Ni and the prince laughed unworthy of doing something to me, and I stood up squeaky and looked at me.

More than when you told me to sit in the front at noon, I was attacked by the feeling of your highness looking at me with a good smile, and I couldn't let my eyes slip away. But when His Highness laughed with his nose at me freaking out at His Highness's laughter, he went straight to the tent he put up for the camp.

At that time, when I wondered if he had passed beside me, I was told by mistake, "I look forward to the time of fire." And as it is, I understand that it was a failure to laugh and delude His Highness, who walked to the Ballads without looking back.

……… failed.

I also headed to Tobotobo and the tent, thinking back to the delightful voice of His Highness, and zeroing my sigh to the sweet self of the packing at the end.