At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

I have a lot of time these days. [M]

Cigal, your mother is well taken to training the sorcerers, and then she won't be back for long.

And because the person you call is Aunt Celes, your mother goes with you as a delight.

Huck seems to be following it well and getting along pretty well with another squad of people.

It's not like I'm not going at all, either, but when I do, everyone's eyes have been a little scared lately...

Of course, everyone's attitude goes back to normal after training, so maybe they don't hate you.

Instead, it is often overdone and evacuated to your mother.

I'm happy to give you something sweet, but sometimes I have trouble having a sister who comes in my clothes with her hands.

I don't really understand the purpose, but it's coming in through my chest and hem.

It's not that I don't like being touched, but my spine is kind of cold, so I'm running away from him.

That didn't happen in the first place, but when I was recently rubbed in the lower abdomen, I was really upset.

I just hit him a few times when I really didn't like him because his mother and Aunt Celes allowed me to "hit him if I exceeded the limit," but I wonder why he's still getting closer.

I should have caged my share of power, so I've broken it many times...

Your father has a good fracture, but he's flat the next day, so he could be someone with the same feeling.

... I don't know why, I hate it when she thinks she's the same as your father.

Much of the thought came to that. Let's forget about that sister now. I feel bad about something.

Everyone's attitude has a reason because it's like that, and I don't feel like going too far because I do.

Apparently, on Aunt Celes' orders, losing to me within a certain amount of time adds training.

When I met the monster of the ruins because of that, I wondered if I could do the minimum "live and report" job.

They were all desperate to resist because quite a few spots were waiting.

No, I'm sure that's not all.

I can train my opponent to know that I exist, to know that a threat exists, and to the extent that my life is not in danger.

I'm sure that's not a good enough reason to be desperate.

They also have the name of training for when they first encountered a monster just like me.

I think that's a very good thing, but then there are more people than the Mages.

Knights, fistfighters, and advanced soldiers appear, and when I realize it, I am rarely against them.

The captains will join us, so that's already a terrible thing.

It's a terrible sight for me to have an army on my own.

I'm just not mixed up with your brother Balf or anything. Because when that person level mixes, it's hard to help.

For the same reason, there are a few people who are asking for a small number if they want to do it.

Unwinnable opponents, I don't think. Compared to Haku, everyone will be fine.

But there is too much difference in power from the others, and when we deal with them together, the damage to the others is greater.

I'm tired of those places, and honestly, I don't want to train that much more often.

Of course, they don't tell me it's training.

Maybe it's training for me. [M]

No, the reason I don't want to do it isn't because it's training.

The training itself is good because if I'm tired, it's over, but when it does, it comes out occasionally.

That red man shows up with a sword. Unleash a distinct sense of intimidation.

I should be somewhat used to Mr. Geena, but I'm still pretty scared about the red guy.

Of course, there was nothing to be frightened of before, but when the sword was pulled out and erected, fear prevented me from moving at all.

That guy is the one you'll never win, and I just feel that if you do, he'll kill you.

I had such a pitiful face at the time that I was shaking in tears.

Your mother rushed right to me, and Aunt Celes was scolding the red.

But you still can't give up. "Do you think I can go today?," he asked with a smile.

I want you to stop because I'm really scared. I definitely don't want to just do it with that guy.

Unlike Mr. Geena, I have a feeling that he can never add or subtract things.

I only have a feeling that they will unleash attacks along the way that I will never be able to prevent, so I won't just do it with the red no matter what. I would never do it. I won't do it if your mother and father ask me to.

... I'm glad Mr. Geena was there then. Really good.

I heard your father was able to stand even when he saw a blow against the red man.

I knew your father was strong. I was just too scared to run away. [M]

It's also why your mother quietly pisses you off when you accidentally say "Aunt Celes" later.

"Mr. Kroto? One more time."

And he smiled and said, "Mr. Celes," if you don't at least call me "Mr. Celes," I'm very scared.

I accidentally say it because he calls me Aunt Celes.

I don't really want to go there unless it's compulsory to train the sorcerers, including all of that.

So until my mother's training is over, I'm playing with on-board plays waiting for someone in the castle courtyard.

For once this is a play, not a play. It is also my training to broaden my thinking.

But I'm having fun doing it, so I guess what I'm playing is playing.

However, I started coming up with a lot of things after I did this, so I think it would work.

I guess I'm just playing after all, though, because the only person who needs to use such a handful is Huck.

Trying it on the red guy is... yeah, I knew it was yadda. Tremble just imagine.

I'm like your father, "I'll beat you sometime." I can't think of anything.

"Is it late?"

"... yeah, that's not true. I'll rearrange you now, Grandpa Herzo."

Grandpa Herzo, the waiter, is here, so rearrange the pawns on the board.

This is how I've been waiting all by myself lately, and it's routine to play against Grandpa Herzo.

Not every day, of course, because I don't have anything else to do, and Grandpa seems busy.

"That was good. Shall we begin?"

"... I'm gonna win today."

"Ha, be gentle"

Grandpa has a spare smile. Well, if you say you're going to win today every time, I think so.

But lately, I've been able to really beat him occasionally, so my grandfather smiles and his eyes are sharp.

I can't read Grandpa's hitters these days enough to know you've been gently handled.

That's fun and I'm here because I want to hit it more grandpa.

That's how he starts to move the pawn, and for a while only the sound on the board and the distant murmur pass the time to reach his ear.

"Is something bothering you?"

After a while, Grandpa Herzo asked me that as he moved the pawn.

Because of that, I couldn't reach for the pawn that was supposed to move right away at times, and I stopped freaking out.

It's like saying there's something here.

"... your mother asked you to?

"Ha, this is sharp. You're absolutely right."

After seeing how I've been the last few days, I knew your mother was worried about me.

I know, so I was trying to behave as usual, but apparently I wasn't able to.

Yeah, I guess not. Maybe Simply Cigal Mother is a little too sharp.

"... is that okay to say?

"She is very knowledgeable about you. If your concern is," If you put it in your mother's ear, you'll worry about it extra, "they want you to stop it in her chest."

... I think your mother is really too sharp.

That's exactly why I didn't say anything about my anxiety.

Because I thought it might make your mother anxious if I told you.

"... the demon god, again, may have been born"

"- That's, again, important. Why did you keep your mouth shut?"

"... maybe because your father did,"

The other day, I did have the same feeling that I was born.

That was the direction your father was headed, and above all, I felt it because of my connection to your father.

It's no different now, but what I felt then wasn't your father.

So even talking about it and making sure, I'm really scared. I wish your father hadn't come home.

Grandpa Herzo narrows his eyes to my answer.

It just doesn't seem like it's bothering me, it doesn't feel like I'm exploring something.

Something tells me you're convinced of my answer.

"... Grandpa, you know something"

"I know if you say you do, but... Kroto, I'm your opponent, and you won't have a problem telling me. Perhaps your anxiety is a hit and a slip away."

"... what do you mean?

"Your father, apparently, is about to become a demon god. But now I hear you're usually still your father."

"... yes, what... good"

Out of relief, I lean over with a rubbing voice. Really good.

If your father has changed, I am the cause for sure.

That if the father you love changes, even though that's the only hard thing to do, it makes your mothers cry.

If that happens, I can't forgive me. I can never forgive you.

"Oh, don't cry. It's okay, it's okay."

"... yeah, thanks, Grandpa"

There were still tears of relief. It's bothering Grandpa.

But for some reason, Grandpa laughed a little pranky, and I leaned my neck over it.

"Now let me tell you something that will draw tears in too."

"... what?

"Take a look on the board"

"... oh, it's packed"

I was moving pawns while we were talking, but even during that time, Grandpa didn't seem to forgive me.

This does pull in tears, too.

"... Grandpa, terrible"

"Ha ha, because the battlefield won't wait for me"

"... um, mocha"

"Yeah, sure."

Grandpa grinned and rearranged the pawns, and I arranged my share too.

My anxiety has been removed from my heart, and I won't lose next time.