Common Sense of a Warrior

The bell rings.

It's majestic, it's painful... the funeral bell.

"... Mother..."

Speak to the mother who sleeps in the coffin.

But I will never respond to that call.

Even if I know, when I look at my mother there to sleep, I expect her to open that lid if I keep calling her.

But after all, your mother's eyes never open.

Crying and screaming doesn't make it any easier... to see your mother's smile or hear her voice.

Tears overflow in the reality of being poked at.

My body moved on its own and leaned over to my mother.

Touch your mother's cold body and I think this is not a dream.

... My name is Merlis.

Merlis Reze Anderson.

She is the only daughter of the Marquis Anderson family.

Your father is a hero to the head of the Anderson Marquis family, who gives territory from this country, the Kingdom of Tasmeria.

My father, who usually laughs luxuriously, also seemed to be only sinking now.

My brother, too, is crying woefully beside me.

"A boy from the Anderson family, a man of martial arts, doesn't cry about it."

That's what inspired me to say, Mother is gone.

... I'm in a dream where I'll never wake up again, so that's natural too.

From all around, I can hear you sobbing.

She was sweet and a lovely mother.

He was like listening to anyone's words and giving kindness at all costs.

Yet why......

Why do you have to see your mother like this...!

Flipping from grief, fierce anger occupies my chest.

... this world is irrational.

Understood that.

No... made me understand.

Crisp, I bit my lips and held back the urge to scream out. In my mouth, the taste of iron is spreading.

"... Merry. Now it's just, can you think of your mother?

Your father's words brought me back to reality.

... Did your father read my mind?

I turn my consciousness only to my mother again, even though such a question has passed my mind, but such a few things don't matter now.

"... Mother..."

I shrugged.

There is no doubt in responding to the call.

Tears still overflow.

... Gently, I closed my eyes and prayed.

Bless your mother.

Second, when I opened my eyes, I saw your father in my sight.

At the same time, I noticed.

That the droplets were telling your father's cheek that he never showed us a single tear.