Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

- One night forty-eight years ago.

It interacted with the sounds of grass and trees that soared in the cassava and spring breeze, and a number of whimpers echoed in the mountains at night.

"Duke!

"Thank you very much."

A bed made of flags, capes, jackets, etc. is crude. As the soldiers speak in lieu of the Duke of Aginis, they give thanks to the wounds to herbs and cloths gathered by those who have the heart of a pharmacist. But it's not enough to heal the seriously injured Duke of Aginis, and the scratch-repressing cloth just stings and stains red.

How helpless am I to just hold my fist before that sight. Elves with better magic power and magic skills than any other race, but neither me nor Scola can use healing magic. Speaking of what I was able to do on this occasion, enough to restore the herbs the soldiers were drying for their phones to a fresh state. It was useless and the same.

"- Duke. Amelia and Winkar are waiting for you with a long neck."

"That's right. We need to get back to the mansion."

The faces of the bellies, who speak desperately to keep the Duke of Aginis alive, are distorted without being able to mimic the grin successfully.

Defeat has been an intense battle since the beginning. But if another squad, some soldier, had stayed as his lord, we would have been able to withdraw without intruding the enemy soldiers we had been chasing, too, to the Duke of Aginis.

What are we doing here...

He was defeated when he said he had joined the war to give him the victory, and his rendezvous employer already had a bug breath. There is no such thing as the existence of mercenaries.

The words regret and the like burn into memory the sight that spreads in front of you, teething with raw heat. Let the shallow self be remembered for the rest of his life for this emotion that spreads across his chest.

"Muske! Scola!

"The Duke is calling you!

To the words of my bellies, I rush with Scola to the Duke of Aginis.

The Duke's face, kneeling and peeking in, is white and his breathing is fine. Even so, as soon as he caught me and Scola with those eyes, the Duke's mouth broke slightly.

"... are you all right"

The days since I met the Duke, who so zeroed in as I felt safe, have circled the back of my brain, filled with all sorts of emotions. What the hell are you talking about?

"- So that's when I told you to throw it away!

"Brother!"

If I accidentally roughed up my voice, Scola immediately stopped me. I was about to open my mouth to complain reflexively, but her face I looked up at was distorted as if it reflected all over my chest...

"Now I have to listen to the Duke of Aginis."

Happily noticed by Scola's words that followed, I swallow the emotions that swallow up and see the Duke of Aginis. I'm not the only one who's hard.

But the Duke laughed at the fact that this was the time.

"If that's all right, you'll be fine."

Makes room for you to say you're just dying right now, that look. The man who did not blame us for being driven into distress seems to pass away without abandoning his role and pride as Duke, even in the abyss of death.

"One last thing, do me a favor"

You drew the will of the Duke to be resolute, and there was nobody there to block the conversation while reacting to the word 'last' he uttered. Then I must also quietly listen to this man's request.

"... what"

"Bring everyone to Amelia. To that kid...... annoys me. At least give her trusted men and soldiers."

If you push your heart back to kill it, with a slight gasp, the Duke's last wish echoes back into the quiet woods.

"Okay."

"Is there anything else?

That's what Scola asks the Duke of Aginis, who breathed a slight relief when he heard the answer, but he just gave a calm look that there was no more heartache.

"None"

A man who was forced into distress for holding us, but never once said he regretted it, and never let anyone around him blame him again. You're going to die without asking us to do any more work. We just bothered you, and we haven't been able to give you one back.

If that's what you want...

With my sister holding her fist by scratching the ground in a clean response, I can take the paper, pen and ink out of the subspace so that the Duke of Aginis doesn't notice me and put magic into it. Then he secretly wrote and beat his resolve to paper on the side of the Duke calling the bellies he had refrained from, and pressed his judgment with the blood seeping into his belly.

"- Amelia and ask for Winn. Tell His Majesty I'm sorry."

"Yes, Duke..."

Take the blood wet hand of the Duke, who laughed and tried to close his eyes to his men, who nodded with a whimper, and let him hold the covenant he had written. And he informed the dying Duke of Aginis of the oath he had also engraved in his contract.

"'As long as you have this life, it will be the power of your offspring,' so sleep in peace."

I do not know if the words reached the ears of the Duke of Aginis. But to that face, which was at peace for the death of the middle of the road, I felt saved only a little.

"... what about the Duke?

One of his bellies hands on the Duke's neck to that word uttered by one of his soldiers, and after a while he waves his neck sideways without force. Those who were in such a belly-hearted appearance looked up to the starry sky to avoid tears, and some were pushing their bowing whimpers to death.

In the meantime, I pluck the contract out of the hands of the Duke of Aginis, and my belly heart, which was holding the other hand if I gently put my still warm hand on its chest, joins my hands around my chest. Then praying, the bellies began to prepare to carry the body quickly, but politely.

I stand up, too, sidelined by them who are likely to spare a fortune but move to fulfill the Duke's wishes. We are no longer mercenaries, but the Duke's last request must be fulfilled no matter what.

As he solidified his determination so as he dropped his eyes on the bloody contract, a white arm, similar to himself, plundered his sight, and then the paper that was in his hand disappeared.

"Only your brother is sloppy."

With that said, I wiped my wound with my thumb. If I push my blood judgment to where Scola is available, the rest of my people will push their own blood on the contract as I say, "That's right."

"Whoa! It's a magical contract for once."

"I know. I wasn't sure about the Duke of Aginis' consciousness either, and I'm suspicious that it's finished with a valid contract...... sure your daughter is thirteen this year and your son is three years old. Well, you won't look into it in detail."

"Right. It's better than not."

One of my buddies grabs my shoulder the moment I try to raise my voice again to a conversation between my sister and her buddies who don't care about my advice or anything.

"I will not be able to carry out mercenary work until I have avenged my gratitude."

"At least your dear Duke's daughter and son won't be dead."

Voices are also raised by the bellies and soldiers who carefully wrapped the body of the Duke of Aginis in the words.

"Mm-hmm. We need to get back to King's Capital as soon as possible and protect you both."

"To the nobles who are caged in the King's capital when they are muddy, they will crush the Duke of Aginis's house and other verbal preaching!

"We must hurry to report to Your Majesty and establish a trusted representative of the Lord."

"We'll leave as soon as we're ready. Everybody, don't fail to check your weapons!

"" "Yes!

I feel the Duke of Aginis in my stomach and soldiers looking forward without immersing themselves in grief, and my eyeballs get hot. Scola walks up to me with a contract under which my people's blood judgment is pressed, and spins that thought with a firm voice.

"Now be careful not to pass on your face or your name to the nobles. Strike measures such as making it look like we hired a new mercenary regiment so we don't get exposed when we're at the Duke of Aginis' house."

"Oh, I like that"

"Just in case you're equipped like some old mercenary regiment."

Apparently, no one is willing to pull out.

"... liked each other"

I remember the words of the Duke of Aginis at the same time as I whine so that my fellow opinion-makers don't hear me.

"Many mercenaries were fighting to keep you alive. I guess that's all I'm attracted to you guys. Talent like that is valuable. That's why I thought it would help. '

"Why did you help? Throw it away 'cause it's gonna be a pain in the ass,' the Duke of Aginis told me. And he said, 'If you're not going, you're just fine. Can you help me?" He protected me, Scola, and the others who came after me by hiring them in.

"Now I'll protect your precious things."

Unbeknownst groans as they watch the soldiers of the Aginis family enliven on their way home.

The Duke of Aginis asked me to help his family and his people. So now that he's dead, I'll protect the surviving bellies, the soldiers, and then my daughter and son, the Duke of Aginis, who are in the capital of the king.

So I decided to open my mouth to everyone...

As I breathed and opened my mouth wide as I did in the distant past, I slowly exhaled my accumulated breath when I saw the stone ceiling in sight.

"…………… a dream"

Wake yourself up from the bench where you slept, sighing again at your voice, which echoed into your own chamber, which was appreciated in Fortraith Castle.

With Doyle von Aginis, I explained how it depended on everyone, and by the time I had finished making my rough plans for the future, the sun had fallen and it was completely dark. After that, I compiled the information to be given to Scola and Doyle, and while we were discussing where and who to turn, the sky was white and I took a nap earlier.

I narrowed my eyes to the light of the day I plugged it in through the window, and then I looked inside the room. Then I met Tabor, who was sitting on the bench across the street.

"Did you even have a bad dream?

Tabor, who tells that, is an ancient stock dragon man who has been dating since the Opis era among the faces of black snakes.

Although I had noticed existence since my consciousness awakened, I ignored it in conjunction with the grump I was seen sleeping in, but apparently this guy needs me. I sit on a bench with one knee up while I pound my tongue if I don't bother you from the morning.

It was twenty years ago now that Tabor, with his rusty scales, joined the mercenary regiment. Since the days when he named himself [Black Snake], the number of members also grew to divide the team, and when he renewed his name as [Ancient Snake], Tabor came with a small Zion beside him. Scola and I were very surprised that Tabor, who hated herds, came to us, and we haven't told him yet that we suspected that he was fake to the guy who made a serious face that he wanted to keep him alive.

If I looked at Chilali as I remembered the time, Tabor, who knew I would not answer the question, would sit quietly without pursuing the topic ahead. What exactly have you been visiting me for?

... No. It's for this guy. It's only about Scion.

Tabor only moves aggressively with regard to Zion, the adopted son and disciple. Perhaps you'd like to hear or say something about the fact that you were to stand with Doyle and Ries at Handel within a few days.

I rethink that and often wait for Tabor's words.

…………

".............................. chip"

The nostalgic smell of tea drifts through the room with the sound of the door opening as I try to ask from here, numbing the tabols that lean over my hot gaze but never open my mouth.

"Are you finally up, brother?"

"... were you there too"

"I made you some bedtime tea around the corner, and it's a terrible thing to say."

It reminds me of a magician who doesn't like it when he says he has a seizure somewhere. I feel terrible overlapping my dreams with my troublesome visit to Tabor.

I'd tell him to fix that tone, which resembles a little Celery, but the day I said that to my untrained, unconscious sister to him, I literally don't have the courage to mouth it because it rains arrows. I don't feel like losing if it's a long shot, but if it's a close shot, it's bad minutes.

Huge under the influence of Celery, drink the tea served while feeling bitter by Scola, who has a bad mouth and personality. Celery made me learn that my mouth was the source of trouble. I don't want to talk about anything extra.

If you look to Tabor as you remember the days you spent with Amelia and Celery, the guy who was serving this country after the dissolution of Opis put the cup down with graceful behavior that doesn't suit mercenaries. Then he opens his mouth looking heavily as he slightly strays his orange eyes.

"... about Theon's origins."

"Gohoo!?

Tabor's abrupt narrative is usual, but the content missed swallowing tea just for the content. If I looked at Scola even as I coughed up, I would see the same thing. Twins are handy at times like this.

"Oh. How many times do you ask, you just shut your mouth, and you tell me?

"I didn't think it was necessary. But when I heard about the boy and you guys earlier, I thought it might not be the kind of situation that I could slash and throw away. I don't really like the word fate..."

Although I nodded at Scola's words, I'm frustrated by the way he talks about Tabor, which is hard to get to the point.

Tabor's words that he hasn't counted since he was over seven hundred years old are often very roundabout because he doesn't usually interact with others. Had I listened at this rate, it would have taken me until noon by the time I finished listening to everything.

"I don't care what you think, just say it. I have to see that fucking kid again at noon."

"Okay."

Tabor nodded without being particularly offended if he encouraged him to talk while tapping his desk with his fingers.

If you don't care, why did you try to talk about it? Didn't you mention 'fate' or something because you want me to hear it? We've known each other for a long time, but we still don't know what this guy thinks.

... Well, Dragon Man, it's a non-elf idea, I just don't know.

The head of Opis, the Duke of Aginis, Amelia, Zeno, Celery, Doyle, Tabor, Zion, Sumba, the king of this country, all the faces I've ever met, this guy always behaves unexpectedly, and nobody listens to me.

"The father of Zion is of the Duke of Amur, who has the Royal Fatarian in his forefathers. The king of time, the brother of Sirt von Amur, who was near His Majesty Lowell, who, during the war, I was asked by Sirt to let him escape outside the country. When I heard you were dead, I heard from the neighbors who lived in the neighborhood that you were having children later in life. When I looked, I found Scion in a poor neighborhood. I checked with the townspeople, and I'm pretty sure it's based on the color of the eyes characteristic of the Duke of Amur family."

"" What?

Surprise solidifies us elsewhere. Saying so, Tabor, who lifted the tea bowl without sound and moistened his throat, talks bossy with his emotional peeping face.

"Lowell and Silt were good guys. But Silt mourned Lowell's transformation and decided to settle it with his own hands, saying it was his role, which he could not praise. I left Fatalia with my brother, so I don't know what happened, but it's easy to imagine that Silt was righteous as far as the end of the war is concerned."

Tabor, who said so and exhaled ho, revealed his doubts elsewhere about us, who were told something pale and bewildered.

"Do you think I should tell Theon about my parents? The challenging enemy is the enemy. Maybe you'll find out where you came from in the middle of the fight. Thinking about it makes me feel better to be ready for my mind, but I also think it's easier to live without knowing. Which is the best for Theon?

The voice I hear from my face, which I don't make slight except my mouth, is serious and comes from my heart to tell me about Zion. I'm not telling you, but it's not like I'm pushing you out of your wake.

Was there a survival of Fatalia......

And Theon. Serious enough to blow the aftermath of a dream, if that's the case.

There is still resentment for Fatalia. Whatever is true, it's information that needs to be buried.

- Is Doyle aware of this fact?

No, you can't possibly know. It's a fact that even we never imagined. Blue eyes are not uncommon in humans, and now that all the surrounding countries have perished, such as what physical features appear in the blood muscles of one nobleman of Fatalia, there is no way to look into them and prove it. If it wasn't for Tabor's words, it would be like laughing at him for being such an idiot if it wasn't for the words of the guy who's a dragon man.

... Thinking about it, don't you have a lot of problems?

If no one knew Fatalia at the time, they wouldn't even suspect him. If you find out how Zion was picked up, Doyle might find out, but, well, a sharp boyfriend would seriously notice things.

Scola's voice echoes in so glaring a thought.

"Tabor. How many people know his blood muscles in the refuge?

"............... he shouldn't be here. I chose a land so far away that there was no war, and Silt's brother was solid. Neither did I tell Theon's mother where she came from, nor did I leave any clues. So after his mother's death, Theon seemed to be in a poor neighborhood. The countries that were dealing with Fatalia are doomed in the war, and as I mentioned earlier, blue eyes are not uncommon in humans. There will be no physical evidence, and no one can prove that he is drawing the blood of the Duke of Amur."

"Then I suggest you let Zion choose. You know very well that it's not a bragging story, but Theon has a right to know."

Tabor, who often closed his eyes to swallow Scola's words, who drew a similar conclusion to mine, shrugged at me as he lifted his eyelid, "Okay," he said.

"I can't prove it, and it's not a believable story at all. Ask Theon if he wants to hear it. If he doesn't know, take it to the graveyard without telling anyone else. Me and Scola will do the same."

"Okay. Let's do that."

Was it satisfying if you responded to the silent urging, Tabor nodded in a slightly brighter voice, largely emptying the tea vessel at hand, softly rising.

"You're interrupting."

And I told him that without moving one eyebrow, and he left the room early.

"Che. Tabor bastard, can't you just say thank you"

"... Well, it's Tabor. He's a lot older than us, and I can't help it."

That's what I said in a sigh. When Scola drinks up her share and stands up, she starts cleaning up tea utensils on the tea wagon. I guess I'm going to go and re-brew it as well. Give me an empty tea bowl with that around my sister's behavior and I'll get a word of thanks back with a small grin.

"Thank you. Now, before we begin yesterday's continuation, I'm going to add some new tea as I change my mood. Please wait without sleeping. Brother."

"Oh."

I left a novel and dropped off Scola, and zeroed my sigh in the room where I was alone.

- Totally. I always like this guy.

Twice as many of us are alive. Tabor, no matter, no one on Scola, no Zion, no Sumba, no Duke Aginis, no Amelia, no Doyle. Don't listen to me. Strong for humans who fall into the vulnerable category among the various races, but not comparable to the sturdiness of elves and dragon men. Why don't you try to live a short life in peace when you're saying we'll protect you? A high sense of responsibility and aspiration is also an idea in some cases.

That's why I can't keep my eyes open......

When would you have realized that on the other hand, you feel angry at what you don't expect, it's because they're like that that that you're lovingly dazzling?

They're incredibly fragile and incredibly strong. The memories with them are in me without fading, even though the humans I met a hundred and fifty years before I left the woods are not in this world for long.

It is an incredible, paradoxical life form that is supposed to remain vivid.

So I'm not tired of it, and I'm going to give you the strength to stick around...

Sleeping in a gobble and a bench, looking up at the ceiling.

Seventeen years old and elves are babies. But I was barely pressured by the power of my purple eyes telling me to leave it to myself. On the other hand, I feel sorry for the kid who isn't alive most of the time, even though he finds it interesting.

- Damn, there's something strange going on.

I'll do what the fucking kids say, but it's not bad to see how Doyle settles for the cause that goes on from her grandmother's generation. As a man of this land inhabited by a wide variety of races, as an elf to live for a long time, and then as a friend of Amelia.

It wasn't until more than a dozen minutes later that I fell asleep thinking about it without question to Scola.