Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

It was the wooden warcraft that was intertwined with the spreads of various thicknesses, large and small, that was holding back our way as we ran after Mr. Theon's back at full speed.

Behind Mr. Theon, who stops his legs and confronts the Warcraft, wipes the sweat that flows through his forehead with a rough breath with his brother and Ljeci, zeroing a sigh in his heart to his weak body. Every time I breathe, I just feel weakness in my throat, my bumps, my sore lungs and my stomach.

I want to be stronger.

My master and Serena, then the elves I've met since I left Majesta, Ries and Scola, and the women, who are the troop leaders of the mercenary regiment, Pail and soldiers of the kingdom of the Beast, are as strong in body and mind as they are.

Doyle, if you look at the enemies that block the path with a glimpse of the women who were both shoulder-to-shoulder with your brother in mind, your pale green eyes and gaze will bump into you and your heart will pound.

A man with white coats, looking down at us from above branches stretching out on all sides.

Neither the slightly painful dark hair cluttered together nor the same light green eyes as mine or Ljeci do not recognize its colour with a cold look on its face.

- Zenos.

That name Mr. Theon spun doesn't sound familiar, and it should be his first meeting.

But why?

Do you feel nostalgic?

Though I thought it was an inexplicable emotion, my eyes were drawn to me like bugs gathering in the light that illuminated the darkness, forgetting to even blink and gazing at that person with eyes of the same color.

Under this circumstance, he must be our enemy because he follows a warcraft of the same kind that attacked us earlier. All I can see is my back, but it conveys that Mr. Scion is on guard of that man, and I guess he's the one who has to fight and defeat him to move on.

Yes, I know, but there's a spread of sentiment about seeing that guy and then wanting to run over to my chest, wanting to see him.

... Why?

I don't know.

I don't remember. I don't know.

Yet what is this impulse to scorch your chest?

"-Na. Sana!

It was an important one-half voice that brought me back confused by my own emotions that were difficult to understand.

My eyes detach from the man looking down here as if released from the curse by the familiar sound that reached my ear, reflecting Ljeci and his brother next door.

"Are you okay, Sana?"

"Be blurry, but be ready to run any time you want."

Though Ljeci and his brother's face seeped and stretched with tension towards the stood up enemies, the voices of the two worried about me were somewhere soft, as they only leaned their gaze towards Mr. Zion, who confronted the man.

I don't think it's something to think about at a time like this, but I think again that your brother, who puts up needles and guards the neighborhood, as well as Ljeci, has come to look a lot more manly. In fact, parents should have looked so much alike that they said they couldn't tell, but lately there was less to be misseen.

I suppose some say that there has been a difference between men and women as they grow up, but I'm sure the primary cause is due to inner changes, because Ljeci was prepared not for me.

- Me too, we have to work hard.

From the day I watched the battle between the fiery spear brave and Brother Doyle, the attitude and behavior of Rieti and his brother changed. By the time graduation day approached and I decided to take care of him at the Duke of Aginis house, I began to feel from the two of us an atmosphere like that of Barado, who decides to dedicate everything to the Lord, like Brother Doyle and Brother Jin when he takes his benefactor's thanks to Grey's brother.

I couldn't wait to be scared of those two changes.

I felt unequivocally left out, and I couldn't help but be anxious.

I met everyone in the same way, I was upset by the difference between the one crack that was supposed to have gone through my days in the same way, and I was worried if I wasn't prepared to go down the same path as Ljeci and my brother, and I thought about going back to the village alone.

But Brother Doyle and Grey's brother both told me that I could stay like this.

I said you'd protect me until I was ready.

I wanted to be of service to them like that, and I wanted to see the same world.

- So I'm here now.

I looked forward to telling myself that it wasn't if I was worried about my emotions that I didn't understand. I have to get through this and rendezvous with my brothers, Doyle.

I was a little nervous about what I would do if I saw it again, but even if I turned my gaze to the man on the tree, I would not be blinded, as I had done earlier, and I was a little horrified. My mind is still noisy, but this looks okay.

"It's okay."

That's how I responded to the two of them after I zeroed my breath of relief, and I stepped on the ground to see my feet when I gripped tightly on the shoulder strap of a load filled with medicine bottles so that I could run out at any time, as my brother said.

Now you're ready. I can run right out of here even if Mr. Theon signals me.

It's my fault for the feeling that twitchy, anxiety-like emotions seep through, somewhat softly. Focusing on Mr. Scion while trying not to come up with a reason for the wavering emotions that way, I saw him putting so much effort back into his eyes that his fingertips holding Hulbert were tinted white.

"Long time no see, Zenos. I missed you, didn't I? You're gonna have to pay me for using us."

Mr. Zion's words, thrown with Hulbert, who moved slowly with a slight noise with Kathari, are risky, and even those of us who are sheltered behind that anger that was put in accidentally howl our throats. Even so, he didn't think anything of anyone called Zenos, and he laughed at Mr. Scion like that from the height.

"Ha! Must be a bad idiot to be used, huh?

"... whoever pushed you has been removed. Decent mercenaries don't keep people like that company, and it wouldn't be possible in a country around here to find another job. We're quite famous."

"So what? I'm not interested in what happens to pawns that I originally intended to throw away."

Mr. Zion's voice, with remorse and anger, was also horrible, but something cold runs back at Zenos' distorted grin in response. But for Mr. Theon, he didn't seem worthy of fright, and he was going back to Zenos to mock him.

"Is that what you are? Isn't that nice?"

The expression disappears from his face as the tingling and tension increases so that he is caught in a chilling conversation, whether the words unleashed by Mr. Theon touched the harp line of Zenos.

"My nature? Don't talk to me because you don't know anything. Bug spit runs."

- You don't know anything!

Someone's voice overlaps Zenos' dialogue, which he was told to throw away.

It was a voice I missed somewhere.

But because the wood-shaped warcraft moved in between, I didn't have time to think who the hell the voice sounded like in my brain, and I quickly forgot that emotion I had spent behind my brain.

Mr. Zion, who swept away the impending spreads from all directions with Hulbert, tells us in a small voice.

"I'll make my way, so don't look back and run."

"" "Yes" "

Looking around as we nodded, we seemed to be surrounded at some point, with a wooden warcraft smaller than what Zenos rides, peering into his face from the shadows of the forest trees.

"Sana!"

"Behind you!

If you throw a medicine bottle that your body reflexively grabbed in response to the voices of your overlapping sounding brother and Ljeci, you will hear the glass break after a beat, the less you lose and the "oooh ooh" creeping groans from the Warcraft. There were a number of corroded and chiseled fallen spreads rolling on the ground.

But it does not affect the earth or the native plants, and only the fallen spreads disappear into dust. Based on the knowledge gained at school of the drugs taught in the village, the corrosive drugs for the anti-warcraft were also referenced to the composition of the dramatic drugs that my brother asked Brother Doyle to analyze around last summer, and finished with the advice and fine tuning of my master. The effect was perfect.

I don't know what it doesn't affect my surroundings because I added holy water that has a purifying action, as my master put it, but the cost of materials is generally too high to spread......

The Duke of Aginis has Serena, so it's easy to get all the holy water together, but if you normally want to buy it, it's going to be a tough price. If I looked back at the Ljeci and the others while I wondered if I could do something about it, Mr. Scion seemed to be pulling his face apart, unlike the two who looked impressed. I wonder what happened.

"This is amazing."

"Yeah. It's my master who adjusted it so it doesn't affect my surroundings."

"My master put his hands on me? That's unusual."

If I nod to Ljeci, who is impressed with the effect of throwing the same bottle of medicine while wondering about Mr. Zion's reaction, my brother, who was sewing the impending crawl from another direction onto the ground with a needle, groans as if surprised.

Well, the master is basically more accustomed to it than to learning, because he's a person who feels it makes sense to try and err on his own, and the advice won't give him an answer, so I think my brother's reaction is natural. I was really surprised, too.

I mean, that's all this time the situation is special.

So we have to get back to Brother Doyle as soon as possible.

"Doyle, if you're going to go to your brother, he said you should finish it. But he said this was the only time he was gonna give me a hand."

"Right."

I guess my brother and Ljeci, who just nodded with the look on his face saying that that was the master, thought something similar by the name of Brother Doyle, who came out of my mouth. The face changes, and the force cages in the hand holding the needle and the shoulder strap of the load.

"We have to go before Doyle gets hurt."

My brother opens his mouth to agree to a zero grunt. But my voice was blocked not by Ljeci, nor by Mr. Zion, but by a man called Zenos.

"Magic medicine that only works for warcraft... blessed with talent... abominable"

It was a vengeful voice that reached my ear in a slice. If you look up to that noise like crawling low and well, your malicious caged shallow green eyes are looking down at us.

Abominable. Without you, even me...

Also, I thought I heard someone.