"To the princess, are you prepared for that?

The look on Dida's face, who said so, was not always serious in itself.

"If it is a battle, then you will be expected to kill the opponent, and you will get hurt and die. One princess's decree, and that's where everyone stands."

"............ dida"

Lyle came here and called his name to blame.

"Can the princess order you to be prepared to be killed and to kill the other person?

"Dida!!

Still, Lyle's sharp voice echoes into Dida, who does not shut her mouth.

Sin, and that momentary field became quiet.

"If we're going to war, everyone has to be ready. Your life will be lost, and these two hands with swords can be applied to your opponent's blood. One lady doesn't have to carry it."

Lyle's words sounded terrible on the quiet spot.

To its sweet sound, it seems to shake for a moment.

"Well, I'm ready, too. But that's not what the princess needs to be prepared for, is it?

With the princess's decree, the battlefield will be no different. Even if we don't lead soldiers directly, the princess's life is our guiding principle. We bear the lives of ourselves and the people who stand behind us. However, the princess must take responsibility for all those who stand on the battlefield and "after” them.... don't you?

Lyle shuts her mouth to Dida's inquiry.

"And if you don't put your hands down directly, but sign the order, the princess's hands can be painted with blood."

But Dida's words are correct... which is why he punctures his chest.

I don't know. I can't stay.

... I don't care what the people think.

With one of my instructions, things are done.

I instruct you to fight and take your life while I tell you to protect me.

With one of my instructions, there really is an exchange of lives.

Involve the people who do not want to fight.

… If there is a battle, can I be commanded to fight?

"... I'm not telling you to show that readiness right now. But if you're going to instruct me to look ahead and prepare, then the princess should look ahead and be ready now."

I asked myself, but it's not the answer.

"Right.... You're right, Dida."

It was a pitiful voice.

But there was nothing I could do.

Really, pity.

Because I wasn't prepared while giving instructions to prepare for Dida and Lyle.

"I still can't answer your question. Give me a minute."

"I get it. Okay, let's get ready first."

After all, I thought you wouldn't move until you heard my answer.

I was a little surprised by Dida's words that he said he would prepare ahead of time.

"... Yep. Nice to meet you."