Common Sense of a Warrior

I will never forget the day your mother died.

"Brother, is your mother here yet?

'Merry has been doing that since just now. That's what you said earlier. If it was on schedule, it would be around the territory in front of us. Holla, wait for me. "

Me and your brother were looking forward to your mother's return to the territory from the King's Capital.

It was my birthday and I really wanted my parents to celebrate and waste time... as a result, I left my father with a ceremony where I had to leave, and only my mother was supposed to come first.

'Oh, I'm sure it's your mother...!

I rushed out to the front door to the mansion, which had become noisy in Russia.

But it wasn't your mother who was there.

Instead, it was a man full of blood.

'Quick... call a doctor!

'Ma'am! Ma'am, please hold on!

Batahada and a servant rush around.

What the hell happened?

"What the hell happened?!

'Attacked at the realm... the convoy was wiped out except for me. Only Merrilda said...'

Moments, a man falls.

"Hey... you're hurt terribly too!... Someone! We need to get him out of here fast!

A samurai screams as she wipes his blood on the side of a man.

'I'm good... I'm good now. Instead, Master Merrilda...'

From his body whining so much, more and more red liquid was overflowing and dyeing the floor.

"Leave your wife to us."

'Right...'

At the same time that he leaks so much exhale, the batahada and the entrance become noisy again.

'Here comes the doctor!

'Then one goes to his wife! The other, take his hand......!

'... there is no need for that'

It was the maid who remained at the side of the fallen man who blocked Mr. Dasmond's instructions in the family order.

'He is, already... To avoid wasting his death, both of you, quickly to your wife...'

There was a tear in her cheek that said yes Rin.

For a moment, the noisy place quiets back.

Soon after, they all started to flutter.

I also go home to Hatha and me and move out of nowhere.

Is your mother safe...?

"Ma'am, ma'am! Hold on!

Scream hard, servants.

In the meantime, doctors who see their mother lying in bed.

'Unfortunately...'

But ruthlessly, the doctor said so with a harsh face.

Stop...!

Don't say it like that!

Quickly, heal your mother... Huh!

A voiceless cry woods a vain spirit in my chest.

But it didn't reach my heart's cries.

The doctor took another step backwards.

'Oh no... ma'am!? Ma'am......!

The world is frozen.

I don't understand.

No... I didn't want to, not that I couldn't.

Your mother died?

It's a lie...! Shh, shh, shh...!

... I don't remember much of what happened after that.

But I still think so.

Why should your mother die......! and.

Since I was born in the house of Takemen, I understood somewhat from an early age about life and death.

Though your father is strong, he is one person.

Because every time I went on a mission, he was telling us somehow he didn't know what was there.

But he was never pessimistic, and he was even proud to risk his life for his country.

Protecting the country, protecting the people.

He said it was noble duty and responsibility.

But why... has your mother died?

Did you have to die?

Your father said he continued to perform aristocratic duties, but I can't believe the people took your mother's life...!

If it's a burglar, it doesn't matter.

Because they are also the people of this country.

What the hell has your father... been protecting this country for?

Why must the nobles protect the people!

The world is irrational.

Understood that.

No... made me understand.

He's a stepmother, running around the vast Anderson Marquis family yard muddy without learning the aristocratic childish manners due to his brother's influence, and climbing trees while dressed.

But I'm the mother who smiles back at my blood-blooded father... who always welcomed me with a soft grin, though troubled by me.

... I should have spent more time with your mother.

Embroidery or something girly, that would have come true.

But after her death, I chose the exact opposite path, rather than humiliating her.

… that leads to the present situation.

After her mother's funeral, she cried so much that tears dried up.

Cry, cry... the emotions that passed for a moment at the funeral boiled again in my pockingly empty heart.

I mean...... anger and hate.

I wished to avenge him and lamented my powerlessness.

I cursed the irrationality of reality and ashamed myself of my helplessness.

That's why I wished on your father.

He wants me to work out.

Your father didn't ask why.

Instead, I just said, "Let me be tough on what I want".

And from the day after that, I threw myself into training.