Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

At the same time that Master Celery's back becomes invisible, the door closes with a sound with the baton.

The spirits went back to their residence before they started talking about the clan, so now it's just me and Lady Doyle in the room.

"... what do you want me to do with such an important wand?

Doyle, who looked at the wand in distress while so zero, takes one sigh in his hand as he gave up. Because it was a memento of Master Celery, the trick of subjecting the wand to subspace was terribly polite.

Watching him behave like that reminds me of the information I will be asked.

'- Good luck, Doyle. Help you. That's the only way you'll survive. "

As Lady Celery whispered, the only way for me and my compatriots living quietly to help is to be like Doyle.

What I remember is how you fight Master Celery, who shelters me on my back.

The hatred directed toward the face was terrible, and he felt the depths of his grief.

I've lived with the thought that I had no choice but to face it, I didn't want to die. However, when Master Celery pressured me, I was finally able to breathe.

I should have stayed calm with my father and mother without leaving the village if this were the case. Master Doyle protected me from all that I could do but shudder thinking about it.

He showed me that not everyone is responsible for the war when there is life without sin, even in my clan, which is deep in business.

I thought there was no one more to bet the fate of the clan - no, there would be no one other than Doyle to protect us.

People are creatures that are quickly dragged by negative emotions. It is easy to be trapped in grief and anger, just as even Master Celery, who was honored as Four Young-Jie.

How many human beings will accept it because we were not yet born at the time, at a time when we do not have to know if two or three hundred years after the war becomes a complete part of history and many still live with the memory of that day?

There will be a few people who sympathize and tolerate our existence. But that's probably no if you ask me if you can also shelter me when I get accusations from a large number of other people.

We are not human beings. No one will protect such a creature by putting up their own bodies.

That's all I've done, I'm aware of that. Instead, there's something wrong with Doyle's reaction. If you found out the truth about the war, you're right to react like Master Celery.

All those who survived because they thought so, too, fled to secluded lands in the wake of the post-war chaos.

Our clan is resented by many...

That's also so intense that it's not usual.

Perhaps we cannot survive just hiding behind Master Doyle's back. Even it has the nature of making people unhappy about eating negative emotions. It is difficult to keep sheltering a sinful clan that has no advantage in keeping it on its side, even if it possessed a high status and a power that would be unmatched.

Even if we don't write off past deeds, we have to show the humans that it's worth keeping alive. So to help this guy, I'm going to dig up memories.

- You got me covered.

If I raise my face to the voice I hear, Master Doyle pulls the chair and sits back in front of me.

"So you can tell me how my countrymen moved after the war?

"Yes."

I nod at Master Doyle, who asks across the street, and I spit out the information I know.

"He said the majority of those who were mixed up in people and in the Great War died in the war. Those lucky enough to survive have fled back. And when he found out that his compatriots, who were out of the village, had served him, he decided to take them all and move them deep into the woods away from the village. Then we live in the woods, traveling regularly."

"... because people can't find you?

"No, because the forest itself is in an undeveloped land far from the nations of man. The main reason is for hunting. Villagers kill more brutally than common hunting to get negative emotions that feed on animals and warcraft… So after a while, creatures don't come near the village."

I explained about the village even though I thought it might disgust me, but Master Doyle just nodded, "Oh well."

I'm not sure if you mean it, but stroke your chest down into a thin reaction and I'll get to the point where Master Doyle would want to hear it.

"Ancestors like me and Maris have returned extremely little in recent years. That is whether one or two will be born in the course of a decade...... eight years after I left the village, Maris is the only one I have met. Looks like he's met someone other than me."

The moment I tell you so, Master Doyle's eyebrows jump.

My purple eyes prompt me to continue the story with my gaze, and I open my mouth again.

"I've heard you say you met the Demon King when he was crusaded in Agricult"

"When it comes to the demon king of Agricult, is that the guy your fathers crusaded twenty years ago? Did Maris say anything else about the other fellow?

"Only that he was a man in his late twenties or so... oh, but when he came into contact with me, he said, 'Merchants to maids... it's a drunken bunch of people to go out of their way to get a job with lots of fake opponents,' so I was wondering if he was likely mixed up with some merchant squad"

Master Doyle, who hears my words, silences himself to indulge in information. I don't know if I'm going to continue to talk about how seriously I'm thinking about it. But I decide this is information I should tell you, and I'm afraid to tell you.

"Um,"

"Hmm?"

"Probably, but I don't think neither the man nor Maris is in Adelstein and Majesta"

"Why?

Stop thinking and say what you wanted to tell me, whilst I was horrified at Doyle for showing interest in my story.

"As an implicit understanding, we are to stay out of this unless our fellow countrymen are asked for help in preparing for it. Then it can be difficult to do things in the same place because it is difficult to be vigilant, and it is difficult to cause deep despair over and over again in a short period of time. It's hard to explain...... people get used to suffering, or they have a small shock when it comes to it after a hard time. So once we do something and we experience negative emotions, we move. And you visit that country again when you forget about previous tragedies. It's also less likely that our presence will come to light. Maris had eyes on the Majesta, and I was in Edelstein, so I think it would be another country if he or another companion were here right now."

"A country other than Majesta and Edelstein..."

Mr. Doyle is serious about that. Based on the information I purchased at my engagement ceremony with mercenaries, knights, and Princess Claire, I guess I'm devising a country where the Maris and the others are likely to be.

... Was there any other information that Master Doyle might need?

I remember sequentially what I heard from the chief, the adults in the village, and my parents.

That was the last thing that came to mind.

It was only last year that I met him. It was my first sixth year working for Edelstein Castle, when I had just become a maid with the Honorable Brio of Memorials.

My neighbor Majesta's princess and highness went out to say they were going to make a pageant, and I thought I'd come back in love, and even caught Maris.

Her Royal Highness Brio, who was jealous when she found out that Princess Claire had people, gave me delicious negative feelings, and there was a man in the room to which she returned, addressed in a good mood.

"- You're the one who planted the bud on the prince."

"Ki."

I blocked my mouth trying to scream as the right reaction of the maid who found the intruder, Maris told me.

"Don't make a scene. I'm one of you."

If you look at a surprising man in the words of 'compatriots', the part of him that does have dark hair lights on is red.

"You're still young. But the arms that serve His Royal Highness the King are brilliant."

The man was observing me while I was savoring the untold emotion of my first compatriot I met in my sixth year out inside.

"Nevertheless, a maid of honor has a merchant...... they are insane to be bothered to get a job with many false opponents. 'Cause you're some kind of freak out there?

To the guy who says rude things, "You must be a weirdo out there too!" I want to do it, "he says, trying to slap the man in the arm to let go. But sulli and restraint were lifted on the verge.

"- Well, fine. Goodbye, young fellow."

And before I complain, that's how the man tries to go home. What a selfish guy.

- I can't believe I'm going home convinced on my own!

I rush to grasp the arm of a man who is about to disappear from the spot to see if he is the user of the metastasis.

"Wait a minute! What are you doing here?

"? It is implicitly understood that things do not happen in countries where fellow citizens are present. That's why I'm here to make sure. And you were still just like me. So Edelstein takes it off the candidate. And I'm leaving because I've got some business to do."

I'm flabbergasted by the man who told me what to do.

Or too discretionary......

I thought I was pretty selfish trying to make humans unhappy for their own desires, but this man surpasses it.

I'm a little disappointed that this is the first compatriot I've ever met outside... and the man says, "Enough?" And when he pulls his arm out of my hand, he tries to metastasize again.

"I'm Julia! What about you?"

I couldn't help but think of a clear man.

You're surprised at me for questioning his name on this occasion. The man slightly opens his eyes. And

"- It's Maris. I'll see you when I get the chance, young fellow."

I just laughed a little bit and disappeared.

Reunion with Maris was a short time after that.

A little over a year after the abrupt encounter, I came to say that he had laid eyes on Majesta and said, 'If I were to look down, I would have found a clue to follow the clan'.

I wish I could destroy it myself because I could break in anywhere with a transfer, and Maris said to me, 'I don't like fine work. When I do, I will break it with strength from the top of the line. If so, the buildings stored will be half-destructed'.

Then they said the plan they were preparing for the corner would be in vain, so they took on Maris's request under the terms of the exchange.

I wouldn't have thought Maris would have done anything like this.

Maris is much stronger than I am. He had a lot of magic power, and he seemed to have a lot of convenient skills such as metastasis.

Still screwed up. Let's do the same thing as the war. How greedy.

I don't know about you......

It wasn't until after I dropped Master Doyle off in the water cage that I understood Maris' aim.

As soon as I heard a mercenary named Zion whining, "If this castle were attacked by a warcraft now, the nations that are sending out messengers wouldn't shut up," I realized that Maris was trying to recreate the war.

Where did the implicit understanding of not bothering my fellow countrymen go, and why did you care about the existence of demonic props if you were going to go through the war, whether it was about the village or not?

All I don't know. But I can't go back in time.

Majesta's people realized we existed, and Lady Doyle and Lady Celery knew the truth about the war. The only way for me and my compatriots living in the back of the woods to survive was to offer Maris.

- I and Maris deserve it, but not everyone in the village. So sorry, Maris.

Same as me, a heretic among the clans. Although we have only met enough to count with one hand, I felt we could understand each other as you chose a full and short raw as many of your compatriots quietly waited for the end.

If you wish, together...

Such faint thoughts scattered when I found out what his purpose was. Maris was more horrible than I ever imagined.

Maris must have a stronger instinct as the Demon King than anyone else, planning to repeat the war with an unfamiliar face as she showed her concern for the peace of her countrymen. If I calmly looked back at the few words and actions, I don't think he was worried about the safety of his compatriots from the bottom of his mind, just that he was somewhat obedient because it was an implicit understanding.

Perhaps Maris wouldn't hate to have her compatriots in her hands if she decided to get in her way.

It's not like the original ancestors who reigned as demon kings but dreamed of coexisting with others.

Lonely people who prefer destruction and tragedy and do not need anything but themselves.

- I can't live like you.

With a lid on my thoughts that I didn't even know if it was my first love or yearning for my first compatriot I met when I went outside, I know Maris and I in my heart.

If I want to live, I have to move on. with Master Doyle.

If you look at the shadow of Maris, Master Doyle, the purple and gaze of a strong will collide. Sounds like I was finishing up my thoughts at some point.

Nonetheless, he waited for me to miss him.

- Someone caring, unlike Maris.

That's why you reach out to me and my countrymen.

With that in mind, Master Doyle slowly opens his mouth.

"- Julia. I need to talk to you a little more about this."

"Ask me what it is. Dear Doyle."

That's what I said and nodded at Master Doyle's words urging him to resume.